#down APOCALYPTIC

[gallade-x-treme]

just get married already

[eggyolkguzzler]

The whiplash i got at the minific and that down horrendous simp ask

Goddamn

People love me in a lotta different ways. Some more... aggressively than others.

[glitterdustcyclops]

listening to unreal unearth and rotating astarion in my head again (just assume this is my permanent state of being for the foreseeable future) but god, just, francesca is such a great song for tav looking back on their life with astarion at the end of it

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

[ase-trollplays]

Taaaaaakimi!!! Have you realized you're pitched for Maeron yet? :)

X__X~i am not pitch for that sorry excuse for a subjuggulator!!~X__X

X__X~i admit that since that first night we met, we've been... physically intimate on many occasions, but it doesn't mean anything. it's merely a matter of release.~X__X

[futuristichedge]

The most well adjusted apocalypse survivor

[plaguerat00]

HE FINALLY GETS TO BREATHE AIR AGAIN!!! 🙌

Double updates from @somerandomdudelmao 😊

[cometshift]

disaster waltz

[scatterbrainedbot]

(okay so i wanted to play with this a lot more but its been like a month and @somerandomdudelmao has posted like twenty updates since so im gonna just slap some textures on it and call this donezo for now)

cass has given us so many amazing moments, and plenty are far more intense and emotional than this but like

theres just. something about casey saying this,

and having to then quietly go back down into the sewers, alone

bonus:

[thestuffedalligator]

A Watership Down/Warriors/Silverwing/Burrow’s End style “small mammals have their own complex culture and go on adventures” novel written from the perspective of prehistoric tree shrews wandering the post-apocalyptic world after the K-T extinction event.

[ekza-art]

started a comics i was talking about earlier 🙂

pray me to finish…

[lady-raziel]

I’ve given my serious takes on the importance of voting blue in this election many times over the past months (and years) and I think you can see the reasons why in so many posts across your dash right now. So I’m going to give you instead the very very unserious-but-serious argument instead.

If Trump and Vance and their goobers get into office, we’ll be shotgunned into a situation that is FAR too similar to the establishing context for the Fallout universe and does, genuinely, severely increase the possibility of nuclear conflict so unless you want to be out there in the wasteland with the knowledge that I WILL ALSO BE OUT THERE as High Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel building an idealistic organization that will inevitably have its altruistic goals corrupted into warped harmful interpretations over time… well, let’s just say I don’t think any of us want to be in that scenario. Vote blue and this insane implausible scenario will never have the opportunity to become plausible.

[delicatebarness]

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғᴀʟʟs ᴅᴏᴡɴ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In the middle of the night, your world is shattered. Chaos erupts around you and you're forced to leave your home as the terrifying reality of the apocalypse unfolds.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Apocalyptic Themes. Violence and Gore. Death. Panic and Anxiety.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 968

sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ | sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ: ᴋᴏ-ғɪ

sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ: Another one for Prologue Season, remember to let me know what you think if you want the story to continue, by the way, it is eventually Bucky Barnes x Reader. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @lanabuckybarnes

Tangled in the warmth of his arms, the blanket wrapped you in the quiet safety of the night. It was almost surreal how peaceful the night felt, the distant hum of the city outside, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your head. No urgency, no fear– just the comfort of each other. 

Then suddenly, sirens split through the silence, jarring you from your haze. Flashing light of red and blue outside the window, bathing the room in an eerie, pulsating glow. Sitting up, you clutched the blanket close to your chest, as your heart hammered against it. Looking over at him, you watched the color drain from his face. He knows. 

Dread opens a pit in your stomach, dropping further as you witness something unspoken in how he moved. In that instant, he jumped out of bed, yanking open drawers and tossing clothes into a duffel bag. His frantic energy only intensified your fear. Your mind reeled at the dull sound of metal scraped as he retrieved something from his nightstand: a blank and ominous gun. 

Finally, you found your voice, it trembled barely a whisper when you managed to find the words. “What’s happening?” You questioned desperately, a fragile hope that this was just another nightmare, and any moment now, you’d wake up. But deep down, as you looked into his eyes, wide and wild, you already knew this was reality. 

“Get up,” he urged, voice straining as he shoved the bag into your hands. “We’ve got to go. Now.” 

Clutching the duffel bag, you froze, your body refusing to move. Through the window, shadows lurched through the street, and alarms wailed and mingled with distant screams. Chaos erupted as streetlights flickered, covering the scene in a sickly, unnatural glow. You couldn’t reconcile the sense of it.

He gripped your shoulders, desperately shaking you out of your temporary paralysis. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice gruff but urgent, “ you have to move. Right now.” 

He pulled a jacket over your shoulders, it was thick and worn but, it smelt like him, the home you were about to leave behind. Barely registering his rapid instructions, as he continued to talk, your mind struggled to play catch up. 

“We need to head north. We’ll find a car and stick to the highways. Don’t stop, don’t–” he paused with a crack in his voice, just for a second, but long enough to make your breath catch. There was a fear in his eyes, fear you had never seen before.

Your throat was dry, and your words were stuck, catching on the forming lump. But, you managed to choke them out, even though you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer. “W- What about everyone else? Our families and our friends are here– what’s happening to them?” 

There was no plan for them, the hesitation in his eyes was enough of an answer: no rescue was coming. Only this, a frantic scramble to survive, thrown at you without warning.

Stumbling to your feet, the duffel bag slammed against your legs as you tried to pull the jacket around you with numb fingers. It felt like you were watching this happen to someone else, maybe a character in a horror movie you never auditioned for. 

Already at the door, the gun gripped tightly in one of his hands as he peeks through the peephole. Each jagged piece of time cut deeper than the last as seconds stretched on. Fear twisted itself into something cold and sharp as the pounding in your chest drowned out everything else. 

When he finally opened the door, the sound hit you like a physical blow– The screaming, gunshots, and guttural groans from the dead. Nothing made sense, and there was no time to make it. Dragging you down the hallway, his grip tightened as you ran toward the chaos. 

“Go!” he yelled, shoving you forward as you made your way out of the apartment building and onto the street with a stumble. The night's air was thick with acrid smoke, the scent of burning mingling with the stench of decay, of death. 

Your eyes darted from one horror to the next, the twisted bodies that used to be people, shattered windows, and overturned cars. People were running, screaming, and falling. The world was falling down around you, and there you were, trapped in the middle of it, nothing more than a bystander to the end. 

Fingers digging into your skin, he pulled you toward the edge of the street. “Just run!” he shouted, but his voice was barely audible over the discord of the apocalypse unfolding around you.

Another stumble, you turned back to look at him. You didn’t understand, he wasn’t following. His gaze met yours, eyes wide, filled with fear and something else, something dark. You didn’t want to understand, but then, you saw it. His hand clutching his side, fingers staining crimson. Seeping through his shirt, the blook spread like inkblots. That was when you saw it— the ragged and deep bite, his flesh torn where the teeth had sunk in. 

“Go!” he shouted again, but his voice had grown weaker then, and he trembled with the effort to stay on his feet. His strength ebbed away with every drop of blood that soaked his clothes, what little color was left in his face, now draining with it. You knew what that meant, what he was trying to tell you without words. He wasn’t coming with you.

Your world collapsed in on itself at that moment. Driven by his last desperate command, your body moved instinctively and ran. The duffel bag slammed against your back, tears blurring your vision. As you sprinted into the unknown, his scream was swallowed by the night as the dead closed in on him.

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sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ

[glitterdustcyclops]

yes that is a folder on my phone of nothing but saved pictures of astarion

have absolutely lost control but it's fine we're FINE

[ecbanda]

[nicolethered]

This is so fucking hot

[spicypepperjack]

Gwen: *exists*

Miles: Who is Gwen? For the blind, she is vision. For the hungry, she is the chef. For the thirsty, she is water. If Gwen thinks, I agree. If Gwen speaks, I'm listening. If Gwen has a million fans, I am one of them. If Gwen has ten fans, I am one of them. If Gwen has only one fan, that is me. If Gwen has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole world is against Gwen, I am against the whole world. I will love Gwen until my very last breath.