#apocalyptic scenario

[legendary-ai-stories]

"Post-Apocalyptic Halloween: The Ruined Earth Reveals Its Darkest Mask"

“In a sinister and shocking revelation of the events of the past 24 hours, the earth has revealed its darkest mask as it recalls scenes from the hit video game ‘Nier: Automata.’ Our cities, once roaring with life, now lie in ruin as if they were the exception that had become the rule in this gothic Halloween scenario. The raindrops hitting the bare roofs of abandoned buildings echo like…

[avayarising]

Batfam time travel fic idea: Dick is sent back in time to his younger body, around his early Nightwing era. But the younger body he’s sent back into at that particular moment happens to be concussed or sick or poisoned or something, so Dick (who wasn’t expecting the time travel in any case) is completely disoriented. Ten-year-old Stalker Tim sees him shivering/throwing up and goes to help out – and Dick just sees his little brother.

Tim has to deal with a confused, rambling Nightwing who is calling him by name and trusting him to help him and saying all sorts of concerning things.

(Maybe this is in New York, and Tim manages to call the rest of the New Teen Titans, who turn up and have to deal with this kid Nightwing has latched on to and won’t let go of, who apparently knows their identities. At least he seems as confused as they are about why this is happening.)

[yunniverse]

Haven | Chapter 1: A Spark of Hope

౨ৎ PAIRING: ex-soldier!jeong yunho x survivor!reader

౨ৎ GENRE: angst, fluff later in the story, survival, post-apocalyptic, fem!reader

౨ৎ WARNINGS: themes of survival, potential blood, mentions of weapons, dangerous situations, yunho is a little bit rude at times

౨ৎ WORD COUNT: 2.0k

౨ৎ SUMMARY: you’re a survivor, and have been since the beginning of the end of the world, since the great war. yunho is an ex-soldier who wants no part in saving humanity. somehow, you convince him otherwise, and the two of you embark on a journey to rescue mankind, and, maybe, find love and safety in each other along the way

౨ৎ A/N: my first series! i’ll do my best to update regularly, and i hope you all enjoy this little idea i had. i’ve wanted to write a dystopian story for a while, so i hope you all like this one! lmk if you’d like to be on the taglist for future chapters <3

Another cold morning envelopes your small makeshift campsite. At this point, it’s a miracle you can still wake up in the morning. As you crawl out of your tent, the smell of distant smoke fills your lungs and you wince, still not entirely used to the putrid scent that burns your nostrils.

The world has been basically uninhabitable for around six years, ever since the huge world war that left the earth divided and destroyed. Those who weren’t killed in the brutal fighting have taken refuge in various factions, some peaceful, but most are combative and unapproachable. You prefer to work alone.

Quickly gathering your small tent and other provisions, only items you can easily carry across the countryside, you start to move, scanning the surrounding forest for any hostile animals or people. Feeling somewhat safe for now, you continue on the path. The road is mostly dirt, with weeds and grass littered across it, evidence of a lack of human inhabitance for a very long time.

At this point, you don’t even remember the last time you were in contact with another person. A few months? A year? Two years? Time seems to go by both quickly and slowly, molding together. The sun rises and falls as it always has. You had always thought time was a curious and fickle phenomenon just like the seasons, ebbing and flowing as months and years pass with no change in the world around you.

The dirt and dead leaves crunch beneath your worn tennis shoes as you walk, shivering slightly as a cool breeze carries fog across the path. For many months, you’d been on the search for a place called Haven. You had heard rumors from people you used to stay with when you’d needed to be nursed back to health, back when you’d been attacked by a rogue survivor group with guns.

The family that had found and helped you used to talk of a group of people who are trying to rebuild the broken world. This had pushed you to leave the safety of the family’s home, searching for this allegedly peaceful group. Maybe you could help bring back some normalcy. Besides, what else would you do with the rest of your life if not try to bring back some form of humanity?

The insistent fog is making you uneasy, as much as you try to push down the growing fear you feel inside the pit of your stomach. Every time you hear a twig snap, your heart leaps into your throat, anxiety creeping into your mind.

Taking a deep breath, you push on, knowing at some point you’ll make it to somewhere you can rest.

Suddenly, another twig snaps. You tell yourself it’s a squirrel or deer or something, but something isn’t sitting right. Just as you round the bend, the dirt road leading down a small incline, you hear the unmistakeable sound of a knife being unsheathed. Your heartbeat quickens as you freeze, your eyes squeezing shut. You’re scared to turn around, so you run. As fast as your tired and sore feet will carry you.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re being followed. Closely. Still not daring to look back, you take a right into the woods, hoping to outrun the assailant. Unfortunately, just as you think you might be able to lose them, you trip over a root tangled in the underbrush. With a sharp yelp, you fall, your backpack crashing to the ground with you, the wind leaving your lungs as your chest collides with the hard earth.

As you gasp, trying to regain your breath, you see them. A group of about three men, each wielding various weapons, but the main one a knife, long and sharp. “You think you can outrun us for long, girl?” one of them snarls, stepping closer.

Fear has engulfed you as you try to scoot back, your ankle pulsing with a sharp pain.

“We should take ‘er in, boss.”

“Yeah, she’s young and agile.”

The boss steps closer enough for you to smell the smoke on his clothes, making your nose scrunch with disgust. Just as he’s about to yank you up by the arm, you hear a shot ring out. Your head snaps up, seeing another man, this one hooded and standing on top of the hill, a pistol held in his hands, aimed right at the man hovering above you.

“Let her go.”

The man holding your arm scoffs, not releasing you. “And why should I rele—?”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before the hooded man fires another shot, this one hitting one of the men in the arm, making him scream in pain. You’re in shock as the man holding you drops your arm, quickly gathering his men and running in the other direction.

You quickly try to grab your backpack, not knowing whether to trust the man who saved you or not. Knowing you can’t trust anyone, you quickly scramble to your feet, casting one last look at the hooded man before trying to run, ignoring the sharp pain in your ankle.

You don’t make it far before a warm hand grabs your arm, pulling you against a solid chest as his other arm wraps around you, holding you still. “Let me go!”

“Where?” he asks, his voice smooth, not letting you move a single inch despite your struggle against his strong hold. “I saved your life.”

“That means nothing in this world except you’re probably trying to capture me too!” you exclaim, but your foot catches on the ground, sending another shockwave of excruciating pain through your ankle. With a yelp, you lift your ankle off the ground, black dots swimming in your vision.

The man holding you gently releases you, guiding you to lean against a tree. “Easy…” he tells you soothingly.

“W-What do you want from me?” you ask, trying to fight the dizziness.

“Nothing at the moment,” he responds, crouching down to be eye level with you as he slowly removes his hood. You’re met with a head of dark, slightly unkempt hair and surprisingly soft brown eyes that look… worried? “I’ve been trying to stop those guys for a while. The ones that attacked you. They come after every traveler along the main road.”

“Main road?”

“I know,” he sighs, glancing at the mostly dirt path, only a few spots where asphalt peeks through. “Hardly a road anymore, but we still treat it as one.”

“Why’d you save me anyway?” you ask, confused.

“Why not?”

You’re taken aback by this, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as your eyes scan his face, searching for any signs of dishonesty. Finding none, you sigh. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he nods, looking down at your ankle. “How bad is it?”

“On a scale of one to ten…” you wince. “Eleven.”

“Can you walk at all?” he asks, standing up and extending a hand to you. You notice the callouses on his slender fingers, making a pang of sympathy shoot through you. Gently taking his hand, you shakily stand, hissing when your foot hits the ground. “Here. Lean against me. I have a… shelter about a mile down the road. You can rest there.”

Nodding, feeling like you don’t really have a choice, you follow him, hoping against hope he isn’t leading you to your death.

When you both make it to the small shack, which, surprisingly, is quite homely on the inside, you’re finally able to rest your ankle.

“What’s your name?” you ask him as he readies an ice pack for your ankle.

“Yunho,” he responds simply, helping you place the cold ice pack against your ankle. “And you?”

“Y/N,” you reply, your gaze drifting to the gun strapped to his hip. “Where’d you find that? I haven’t seen a gun laying around since… the beginning of this mess.”

“Had it since the war,” Yunho replies, making your eyebrows furrow.

“Since the war?” you question curiously, glancing around at his makeshift home. “The only ones who were allowed to have guns were soldiers. They were rationed out that way.”

Yunho’s lips form a small frown, bordering a scowl, at your statement. It’s then you see the label on his pistol. It clicks in your mind. “You were a soldier?”

He simply nods, swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as he continues to ice your ankle.

“Which side?”

His gaze snaps to yours, a hint of vulnerability and surprise flashing in his brown irises as he freezes.

You realize what kind of question you’d asked and you attempt to backtrack before your gaze lands on a uniform. A Dominion uniform. He’d been part of the Order. “You were with them, weren’t you? The Order.”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Yunho’s tone is clipped and cold as he finishes with the ice pack, standing to put the extra ice back in his old, beaten up freezer.

“No wonder you have a gun,” you mumble, feeling anger rising inside you. “You fought for them. You killed for them, didn’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, his back to you as he leans his hands against the wooden counter, his shoulders tense.

“Had you been with them before they tried to brainwash us? When they were still the military? Or did you join them after they tried to destroy the world?” you ask, your tone growing more and more accusing.

“I don’t think you have the right to ask those things of me when you’re in my home and I saved your life!” Yunho snaps, turning back around to face you. You close your mouth, suddenly remembering the dynamics of your situation. With a curt nod, you let it go, but not without another wary glance in his direction. You’d find out what happened to make him so defensive later, if there is a later.

“Where are you headed?” Yunho asks, sighing, as he sits down on the end of the cot you’re lying on.

“Why do you care?”

“Oh for the love of—“ Yunho takes a deep breath, as if steadying himself. “Just tell me where you’re going.”

“Haven,” you respond, sighing.

“Haven?” Yunho scoffs. “That’s a myth. Made up by dreamers who still had hope.”

“It’s not a myth,” you respond defensively. “It’s real!”

“And where’s your proof?” Yunho asks, crossing his arms, the scoff still playing on his lips.

“I don’t need proof,” you respond, your tone clipped. “I know it exists and I’m going to find them.”

“Suit yourself,” Yunho shrugs, shaking his head. “But the world is cruel to dreamers with hope like you. I learned the hard way not to trust anyone or anything.”

“Then why are you trusting me?” you ask, confused.

“You’re the one at my mercy at the moment,” he responds pointedly, and you slump against the nearly flat pillow, knowing he’s right. “So I’d suggest you start acting like it rather than talking back to me constantly.”

“Whatever,” you grumble, wincing when you move your foot.

“I’m being serious,” Yunho sighs, looking down at you, his gaze softening slightly. “I’ve seen too many people head down the road you’re searching for. Haven, or anything like it, doesn’t exist.”

“You’re a killjoy,” you grumble, frowning.

“Guilty as charged,” Yunho smirks slightly, before sighing. “I’m just trying to save you a worthless trip or a life of searching for something that doesn’t exist and never will.”

“Or…” you trail off slowly, glancing up at him and then the inside of the shack again. “You could help?”

“Help what? Search for Haven?” Yunho shakes his head. “Not a chance. I’m not wasting my time doing something like that.”

“What have you got to lose? This rickety shack?” you gesture to the small room. “Wouldn’t you rather be a part of something bigger?”

“I tried that once,” Yunho scowls. “Didn’t exactly end well.”

“This time will be different. I promise.”

“How can you promise something like that?” Yunho asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“It’s like you said,” you shrug, your eyes meeting his dark ones. “I have hope.”

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[hipstersoulgushers-art]

Awkward neighbors

[ganondoodle]

did you hear about that the zelda notes finally explained what happened to the sheikah tech in totk? a voice memory describes that after the events of botw and link defeating calamity ganon, all the sheikah technology and divine beasts started to crumble and turn to dust, and that the first one to break down was Vah Ruta as seen in the secret ending of botw, the only thing of sheikah tech that remains are replicas made by robbie and purah, it also implies the guardian on top of robbies lab is a replica.

im sure you mean well anon but, risking sounding like i am negativity in person and wont take any answer as an answer- i think that 1. doesnt change anything 2. was clearly an afterthought or ... them scrambling to try and sound like they totally planned it all from the start after, to them unexpectedly apparently, realizing people actually cared about things (its still bad even if they did plan that ..)

just vanishing and crumbling to dust are really the same thing if you ask me, its just like describing something exploding as an "unexpected rapid dismembering" (or however they called spacex rockets blowing up lol), vah ruta stopping to work after the end of botw was, imo, much more logical to mean, well their pilot is gone (as the champions spirit disappear supposedly permanently (though you cant be sure now about that either now i guess huh RAURU??HMM??? mister uuuh aaahh totoally goneeeee much tragiqué woops wait i need to deus ex machina your girlfriend and take back my arm)) and with them the one .. to pilot them plus possibly their power source as well (that 'theory' just makes too much sense)

if you think about it it still doesnt make it any better, the stuff in totk being replicas? welll ... obviously they were newly built stuff (off the little there is left...), and replica sounds like a copy when none of the stuff they have there is an actual copy aside from maybe the terminals to get into a tower? also how and when did they do that?? the knowledge about the tech was largely lost and i dont think alot of time passed between the end of botw and the extra scene- why wouldnt they copy guardians or anythign else more useful? the guardian on top of the hateno institute was extremely clearly a super old one, it was unfunctional and overgrown strapped to the roof in botw already- purahs stone thingy and all lanterns and sources of energy went poof too (WHERE DO THEY GET THE POWER FROM NOW?????????????????????????????????????????????), idk if the easter egg prototype titan is still there but that and cherry would be the only thing i can think of that they might have built during the 100 years they had to built stuff in botw (AND CHERRY IS GONE TOO instead a tiny version of her that what, is a shop to get your photos at????????? what?????), and now they just suddendly can built massive things? did they also find out what powers it and how and managed to built a secret replica of a fireborn (idk the english name, the flaming source) that you cant ever find (i cant check i dont have the game anymore but i dont remember a flame or otherwise sourcing thingy in the spypost- not that it would matter, its shiekah tech after all, bleurgh, we got sonau "tech" nowww) and then choose to built pretty useless stuff at that? wouldnt it have been more sensical to preserve the lasers and automations of guardians or something isntead of ... a tower that flings link, and only link mind you, into the air? to scan the ground in an very dangerous manner that is also just miles more stupid and inefficient than the previous towers????? like couldnt add to a tower to scan upwards also??????

the old problems remain! why the hell would everythign crumble or vanish? it lasted for over 10 thousand fucking years with no power either exposed to the elements or dug underground and now it just goes up in flames withtin what, a day? it remains a "woah didnt think anyone would care to ask that lol just uuuuh *makes up shit on the spot*" answer

the ooooh clamgan was defeated excuse doesnt work any better with this as it did before, if ganondorf was not connected to clamgan (which is stupid) and it 'crumbles to dust' when clamgan is defeated it should have done so in the og battle 10k years ago! if he IS connected to it why the fuck would it go away now?????? he is still there???????

and im also asking why would all of shiekah tech just crumble away into literally nothing when the stupid sonau(zonai) shit is like, largely in prime condition even though that is supposedly even OLDER (i guess the sonau are jsut that much cooler uwu their stuff lasts forever or until its timer runs out lmao and is much better anywayyyy)

this is not an attack against you anon, but i dont believe this bullshit, they are trying to stitch up holes they dug themselves and you cant get out of anymore no matter how much they roll around in it bc they didnt account for people to actually fukcing care, or, if they did plan this (which i do not believe) it STILL SUCKS and makes no sense and really .. jsut means that it really was this stupid and meaningless as it feels now from the start. they dont want you to think about it, they can say whatever they want and expect you to swallow it. they dont care.

i suppose the jokes on us, the shiekah were able to see the future and knew they would be replaced by a totally always there and also totally better version of all their stuff thats actually worse but with a totally no overused new paint job so they thoughtfully added a best before date on all botw relevant shiekah things and we all know that a day over it means it molds and dissolves in your very hands before you can even put it in the trashcan.

uwu.

[violent138]

Got a fic idea for when this branch of sentient alien parasites take over the big guns of the Watchtower and basically just anybody with powers but leave the baseline humans alone as they're beneath notice.

Oliver and Bruce end up together, sneaking around and taking stock of the mess.

Oliver: "Have you learnt anything from this? Like maybe how important it is to make contingencies plans for everyone? Because anybody could be--"

Bruce: "The only thing I've learned is that our decontamination protocols need improvement. Perhaps we shouldn't bring the space suits in past the airlock at all."

Oliver:

Oliver: "You want to make this a nudist satellite, that's what you're getting from this?"

Bruce:

Oliver: "My kids glare better than that, now what's our play? I'm thinking we try out some gadgets, figure out weaknesses?"

Bruce: "And if it notices us?"

Oliver: "Loser has to propose the nudist satellite idea to the rest of the League when we're operational again. What do you say?"

Bruce: "That wasn't what-- ugh, deal."

[apocalypticalex]

[They're standing outside what looks like a radio station booth, except inside the Fearamid. The door is closed, and the sign signalling that they're on air is lit. Best not to disturb them yet.]

@fivewaywardsouls

[evil-by-noon]

Generational gap between Whumper and Whumpee in which Whumper was born pre-apocalypse and Whumpee was born post-apocalypse.

Revenge Whump where Whumper was abused by Whumpee's father!

Whumper is somewhat indecisive on how to treat Whumpee- she lands anywhere between stress relief punching bag to servant who she vents to...

(option setup is that one such dynamic she tries is to replicate Whumper and the dad's relationship, but with herself in the dad's position and Whumpee in hers-)

Anyways basically Whumper gets off on the idea of morally corrupting Whumpee to be a bad person (like her dad is, and like Whumper became)... Like for example, by getting Whumpee to betray her family and work for her.

And finally the IDEA I've been trying to get to is that Whumper incorrectly assumes that the things Whumpee would want that would turn her are the same things that Whumper and the father value.

AKA "good girl here's a necklace isn't it so nice? y'know nice stuff like this is REALLY hard to get post-apocalypse so I'm literally basically the only person who can pay people like this now lol"

"can I please see my family"

"mY FaMiLy tHiS, My fAmiLy ThAT, stfu I'm literally offering you riches beyond your imagination why don't you wanna betray them to sign a contract with me"

"if I sign a contract can I see them"

"YOU DONT GET IT"

[legendary-ai-stories]

"Halloween Post-Apocalittico: La Terra in Rovina Rivela la sua Più Cupa Maschera"

“In una sinistra e impressionante rivelazione degli eventi delle ultime 24 ore, la terra ha mostrato la sua maschera più oscura rievocando scene che sembrano tratte dal famoso videogioco ‘Nier: Automata’. Le nostre città, un tempo roboanti di vita, ora giacciono in rovina come fossero l’eccezione diventata la regola in questo gotico scenario halloweenesco. Le gocce di pioggia che battono sui…

[silenceaartist]

I hope all of you who called Nuzi a “generic m/f shipp” are happy now because this shit is gon' hit hard 😭😭😭😭

The chance of this being a flashback to Nori's death makes me AAAAAAAA, bro I'm going to lose my mind. I was very against this theory but looking at the current scenario (they are practically at the end of the world) of things it won't be incompressible if Uzi is disturbed when he finds out about this, anyway, I hope that in the end they work it out and make out 👍🏾

[tired-demonspawn]

okay so on a whim decided to watch the hbo his dark materials thingy and all i really feel the need to say is that everyone out here fightin for their lives, killin god and shit, while god ol doctor mary just went on a nice hike throughout the multiverse, then chilled with roller-scating elephants for a few months, played the role of the biblical snake by talking about her gay crush which helped restore the aformentioned multiverse and came home with a nice pet bird

[imm0rtal-idi0t]

The Adventures of Merlin | s1e5 'A Remedy to Cure All Ills'

I'm a book binder, and currently working on the momentous task of binding the entire Merlin BBC script (transcripts). I'm using the transcripts from the Merlin fandom website, and going through each scene, writing out all the stage directions, as well as correcting spells and translating them in the footnotes.

It's taking ages and I'm only up to episode 6, but it'll be so worth it. It'll be bound in 5 volumes, one season per book.

[ronanceautistic]

shoutout to the anti way back who said they sacrificed nancys femininity to make her badass because if this girl is gonna do anything it’s save the world in a pretty pink outfit and heart earrings

[lamarseillasie]

Joyeux anniversaire, Ami du Peuple!

I know it's been a long time since I've been here. I'm doing my best to come back, but in the meantime I'll leave you with a video I've prepared especially for this occasion - Marat's birthday. This is a short compilation of clips showing some of Jean-Paul's portrayals in media. And yes, I chose this song! All the clips that appear in the video can be seen in full here.

Vive MARAT !

[seaofreverie]

A (very random) observation

[mayordea]

funny comfort character trend