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#urban decay#abandoned#urban exploration#urbex#urban nature#remnants#urban photography#ruins#urban landscape#landscape#landscape photography#apocalypse#apocalyptic#dystopia#dystopian#postapocalypse#postapo#postapocalyptic#postapoc#wasteland#wastelands#scifi#fallout#art#postnuclear#fantasy#doomsday#preppers#pandemic#tv
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In today’s episode of “I just discovered a song and am now mentally animating characters to it”:
My thrill-seeking pop-punk trans girl and my feral fire scarecrow pan boy are storming the evil queen’s hive to Start a Riot by BEGINNERS and Night Panda
#this is the same ocs from the post about the arson#they occupy a fraction of my head space#this is an invitation to ask#ocs#rebellion story#fantasy ocs#fantasy dystopia#idrc if i sound desperate
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Martyrdom - Introduction
SO, Martyrdom is a placeholder name for an entire world, so like several different book series within the same world-type vibe, the same is applicable for Martyrdom (though I will eventually come up with a better name than that lol). So now onto setting and established stories
Its setting is subject to change depending on the specific comic/story we look at, as all of them focus on different characters and different centuries lol, but the main two settings are ��Haven’- an island adjacent to the main island, and the island (also has no name lol), the geographical landscape of both is that of if u asked a child to draw what they think Ireland and Britain look like. Most of the stories are set on the island, with Haven members (both a place and a group) traveling to the mainland.
What is Haven? - Haven is an organization established by its ineffable founder to control and maintain order within the magic practice, which is common as this is a fantasy setting, if we were to go into the genre, I would say it’s a dystopic period fantasy. They have a system in which once a ‘witch’ - sounds quite infantile but I also don’t want to give the magic users a convoluted name (any suggestions would be lovely) - turns 13 they go through a process which will categorise their magic level from A-E (A being the best) and if the witch is found to be an A rank, they are sent to Haven to receive an education and forced to join Haven after graduation. Anyone who doesn’t comply is an unregistered A Rank or harbours one (knowingly and unknowingly) is executed. Haven is also split into factions with different leaders and purposes (they’ll get their own post but here a list for now):
Humility - The Admirers
Charity - The Executioners
Chastity - The Performers
Gratitude - The Raiders
Temperance - The Berserkers
Patience - The Observers
Diligence - The Jesters
However, as always, there is a combative force to this regime - the Martyrs. But as the name would suggest, by the time of the main conflict and story, they are all dead and are used as religious icons - all the villages on the mainland worship specific martyrs which are reflected in their enterprise, architecture, religious practice, aesthetics, points of skill and colour palette. The reason for the last point (colour palette) is as each martyr dies there begins to emerge a natural phenomenon, being that randomly areas across the mainland begin to consist of largely singular palettes in foliage and general vegetation, meaning clothes are typically dyed using the surrounding foliage and bam, village colour palette baby. Here are the titles and names of them (they will each probably get their own post at some point)
The Eclipse Martyrs
Valdia, The Martyr in Mourning
Gwenivere, Martyr of Vengeance
Aelius, Martyr of Ingenuity
the rest of the martyrs lol
Reia, Matryr of Thorns
Gustave, Martyr of Anguish
Amias, Martyr of Love#
The Original Martryr
Eydis, Matryr of Peace
And that’s all I’m going to write for this post, I’ll be posting more about it in random intervals with Matryrdom in the title so as to not confuse!
#martyr#oc#original writing#orginal content#introduction#plot#plot explanation#witch#witches#fantasy#dystopia#fantasy dystopia#writing
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Imagine if a zombie apocalypse happened and nobody cared. It didn't really effect wealthier areas because guards would shoot them down. There's some paranoia that zombies would overrun humans but society never really breaks down.
You'd hear about infested areas out in the rust belt, where entire towns were overtaken by the undead. And mabye you'd see a zombie or two when you're in a really bad neighborhood and you have to cross the street. Most undead are harmless outside of large groups, but it's always good to stay safe.
And if you go to an area that's completely overun things really will look like the apocalypse. And there's something exciting about that. Society is interested in those ghost towns, not as a tragedy, but as a spectacle. You've seen reality TV where people will head into the worst of the outbreak with nothing more then a knife and a camera, all while the locals look on wishing someone could take them back.
Most people don't think about zombies. They're just another thing in the world that sucks right now. Occasionally there's a reminder of them, but eventually you forget why anyone is even afraid at all. It seems so normal.
One of your coworkers was attacked the other day by a zombie. Nobody really knew her well. The main thing people were talking about at the office when it comes to her is how lucky she is the be in the hospital having her wounds treated and disinfected, instead of stuck at work. Someone as young as her is expected to be able to fight one off, mabye she did it on purpose. Nobody was still making jokes when they realized she died, people aren't supposed to die that way if they're rich enough to work in an office.
The apocalypse isn't enough to end society. Society is meant to be more resilient then reality, that's the point.
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#fantasy#urban fantasy#writing#my worldbuilding#my writing#leftism#leftist#zombie#undead#post apocalypse#post apocalyptic#dystopia#hell world
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Paul Gulacy
#art#digital art#aesthetic#scifi#cyberpunk#science fiction#sci fi#scifiart#futuristic#scifi art#scifiseries#retro scifi#sci fi and fantasy#sci fi horror#scifi aesthetic#scififantasy#scifi art aesthetic#desert#sciencefiction#science fiction art#science fantasy#scifi desert#dinosaur#dune vibes#scifi girl#dystopian#dystopia#dystopic#dystopia ambient#dystopic world
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Blame!
Tsutomu Nihei
#blame!#tsutomu nihei#manga#mangacap#seinen#action#adventure#fantasy#horror#psychological#sci-fi#tragedy#cyberpunk#dystopia#monochrome
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Masterlist: Infinity (JJK)
summary: Three-Shot; As the last human in existence, what will be your fate? pairing: alien!Jungkook x human!female reader genre: alien!AU, dystopian!AU, dark romance, angst, S2L rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, captivity, MC's cell is the filthiest place in existence, physical harm, MC is a test object, prostitution against will, drugging, death of mentioned friend/family, suicide attempts, pulling of fingernails and toenails, failed escapes, gore, angst, panic attacks, malnutrition, distrust, non-descriptive wounds, mentions of human trafficking, fluff, smut, please lmk if I forgot something total word count: ~ 12.5k
a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕 a/n 2: just added a masterlist to this three-shot to clean up my blog (didn't bother editing the chapters; the writing is just too terrible, as is the smut scene which was the very first I ever wrote🥴)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Bonus
a/n 3: This story was inspired by the song 🎵Jaymes Young - Infinity🎵
Like what you read? You can find more here!
All Rights Reserved © @/runariya 2024
#fic: infinity#bts imagines#bts fanfic#bts army#jungkook x reader#bts jungkook#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#jungkook imagine#jjk x reader#alien#jungkook#fantasy#dystopia#jungkook smut#jjk x you#jjk#jjk smut#jeon jungkook smut#bts smut#jk smut#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#dark fic
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#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk aesthetic#ai generated#ai artwork#cybercore#cyberpunk photomode#artists on tumblr#artwork#cyber girl#digital art#ai girl#girlhood#art#beauttiful girls#scifi#scifiart#scifiedit#sci fi and fantasy#mecha#mechwarrior#robot#mecha art#dystopia#dystopic#technology#robotics#robotix#cyber aesthetic
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Aeon Flux (2005)
#aeon flux#æon flux#scifi movies#charlize theron#frances mcdormand#scifi#2000s movies#scifi fantasy#neo noir#cyberpunk aesthetic#aesthetic#eyes#dystopia#biopunk#surrealism#femme fatale#00s movies#flowers#pollen#communication
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UK underground
Abandoned
1980’s
#urban decay#abandoned#urban exploration#urbex#urban photography#ruins#apocalypse#apocalyptic#dystopia#dystopian#postapocalypse#postapo#postapocalyptic#postapoc#wasteland#wastelands#fantasy#scifi#art#fallout#postnuclear#uk#biohazard#pandemic#outbreak#doomsday#doomsday preppers#preppers#subway
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Every starship always has a few ice people on board. It's just standard safety protocol. The minimum number is three, one ice person for defense, one ice person for repairs, and one ice person for medical.
Ice people are people who are put into suspended animation for the duration of a trip, only to be taken out in emergencies. They're useful because a ship won't have to deal with another passenger just for something that won't useally happen. It also makes it so that the ice person is the least likely to be harmed in emergencies. They used to use robots for these sorts of things but now that the robots have unionized biological life is cheaper for that kind of labor.
It's a pretty nice job. Nine times out of ten it's falling asleep and waking up a few months later. Doing it once or twice can pay off your college debts pretty quickly. Compared to the other jobs you'll get with that kind of skillset it's a pretty good deal. Most medical students are encouraged to take it as their first job to pay off their student loans.
Of course, there is a weirdness to it, not existing for such a long time. Even a few months will make the way things change weird. You'll come back to your home planet and things will be diffrent. A freind will have gotten married. A child that you're used to being a baby will be a toddler. Someone will have moved away. It's not all bad, hype for movies or video games, arguments that need time to calm down, skipping out on a bad time in politics. But still, it always makes you a bit separate from everything else.
Of course, there is always the fear suspended animation won't work as intended, and your mind will be trapped dreaming, or worse, conscious, during the entire affair. Perhaps things will that lurk in hyperspace will begin to speak to you. Or worse you'll just be alone, with nothing but your thoughts, and no way to cry out.
But that's not the worst of it, at least not for most people. For most people it's the much more mundane reality of needing to be an ice person for more than just one or two trips. You'll fall asleep and wake up months later, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred times. And you'll find yourself only seeing the world through snapshots, really only having your other ice people to relate to. You'll be from a diffrent time as everyone the same age as you. It's better pay then any alternative, but there is a greater cost. Soon enough you'll be walking through your homeworld and it'll be alien to you, decades in the future from what you were raised to be in, you'll be wearing a diffrent eras clothing, speaking in a dead dialect, like a ghost from the past.
There was a young engineer who recently returned from being an ice person. Poor thing, she was sent out on an ambassador ship to an alien system thinking it would be about six months, but it turned out she was gone for decades as a war between that ship's nation and the alien homeworld broke out. When she came back all three of her spouses had died of old age, and her son who was an infant when she left was older than her when she returned, and her grandchildren she had never met were her peers.
#196#worldbuilding#writing#my worldbuilding#my writing#scifi worldbuilding#scifi writing#scifi#sci fi writing#sci fi worldbuilding#sci fi#science fiction writing#science fiction#spaceship#space exploration#space horror#psychological horror#scifi horror#sci fi horror#dystopia#dystopian#original fiction#flash fiction#short story#short fiction#original story#short stories#science fantasy#sci fi and fantasy#scifi fantasy
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art by ian miller from james herbert's "the city" 1994
#art#digital art#aesthetic#scifi#cyberpunk#science fiction#sci fi#scifiart#futuristic#scifi art#retro scifi#sci fi and fantasy#sci fi horror#scifi aesthetic#scififantasy#scifi and fantasy#science fiction art#sciencefiction#science fiction art aesthetic#dystopian#dystopia#dystopic#dystopic art#dystopia world#biopunk#biopunk art#biopunk aesthetic#biopunk world#digital artist#90s sci fi
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By jilt with stablediffusion
Cyberpunk art commissions
Ko-Fi
My free ai workflows
#nestedneons#cyberpunk#cyberpunk art#cyberpunk aesthetic#art#cyberpunk artist#cyberwave#megacity#futuristic city#scifi#scifi art#scifi aesthetic#scifi world#flying city#cyberpunk neon city#neon city#scifi fantasy#cityscape#neonwave#neoncore#neon aesthetic#neo art#ai art#thisisaiart#holocore#dystopia#dystopic#dystopian#ghibli#concept art
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I hope one day YA fantasy and dystopia authors will realize just because the target audience are teenagers, it's not necessary to dumb down the concept and every aspect of war and its consequences. Yes, war is an unimaginable horror and you cannot write the gruesome and psychologically scarring details in YA, but it still should be treated as a horror and not something glorious or easily fixed. The characters cannot fight in a war in one book and be just fine in the next. You can make light of the situation without making it out to be a light situation. It's actually harmful and sends the wrong message.
If they're worried about the readers not liking it, may I remind you The Hunger Games trilogy didn't shy away from showing what war is and it's still considered one of the best YA books to this day. Harry Potter, which is considered a children's book, portrayed a corrupt government, silent overtaking of power, disappearings and mass panic fairly well.
Teenagers and young adults might not be ready for adult books, but if authors choose to write a heavy topic such as war in YA books, they should deliver it well, even if it's vague, rather than prettify the image and distort the facts.
It's insulting, even. We know what war is. We see it on the news. We see it on the internet even if we don't want to see it. Some of our loved ones have experienced it. Sometimes it's like the authors forget their books are read by people from all around the world.
"It's supposed to be an escape from the real world"- well then, give the book a happy ending. Or abandon writing war altogether and embrace the whimsy.
#“In marched Nikolai Lantsov and simply started giving orders” yeah right. That's how civil wars end#shadow and bone#shadow and bone trilogy#the darkling#alina starkov#nikolai lantsov#the grisha trilogy#grishaverse#grishanalyticritical#aleksander morozova#the hunger games#katniss and peeta#katniss everdeen#harry potter#writing#ya books#ya fantasy#ya dystopia#lord voldemort#voldemort#writing advice
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Revati knew, as she walked back to Baker Street, that once again she was on the edge of things.
Revati could barely remember the first edge she encountered, four years old and holding a balloon while drones flew above.
The second edge, seeing her father’s twitching hand under the rubble.
And now, Amma standing in the doorway with Dusk.
Her arms were folded, and she glared when she realized Camilo was with them.
"Hello, Camilo," Amma remarked.
"Sugafanna! I haven’t seen you since…" he began.
"Jay’s last birthday; you drank too much of your honeymede and threw up on the walls," Amma pointed out.
"Ah, yes," Camilo blushed with embarrassment.
"And I suppose you’re here to help Revati with this insanity?" Sugafana asked coldly.
"Is saving the ones we love really that insane?" Camilo asked Sugafana, who sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I’m going to the station now, Amma; where’s Nanni?" Revati asked.
"I’m right here, Dimpy," Nanni said from behind mother.
"Don’t die while I’m gone; you’ve lasted eighty years. You can last a little longer," Revati said firmly.
Nanni pulled her down, kissing her forehead, and then draped something around Revati’s neck.
It was her precious Kasithaali, a gold chain dotted with gold and coral beads.
In the center of the chain, there was a tiny golden idol, its features finely carved.
The Kasithaali was ancient, trailing far back to the first Sheik born on Mars.
The coral beads had been picked from a long-ago dead and abandoned Earth.
"Nanni, you know I can’t take this! Raiders will try to steal it," Revati pointed out.
"Hide it down the front of your clothes! You will need Lakshmi’s protection," Nanni said firmly.
"You will also need this," Amma replied, sliding off one of her bangles.
"Why are you both giving me wedding jewelry? I’m going on a rescue mission; I’m not getting married," Revati asked as Amma slid the bangle onto Revati’s wrist.
Amma tapped the bracelet four times, and it suddenly glowed a faint purple.
"DNA approved user confirmed, current balance nine thousand six hundred and eighty-three credits," the bracelet chimed.
"It’s not a bracelet; it’s my portable bank account! You’re not going to go out into the world with no funds," Amma said as Revati stared at the glowing numbers.
"Is this a lot of money?" She asked curiously.
"It’s enough. Now here’s everything else you asked for... including your sister's hairbrush," Amma asked, handing Revati a bag, and Revati nodded.
"Good, well, I best be off then," Revati said, and Amma nodded.
Revati realized it was probably time to say something else.
"I love you both," she added before reaching forward to embrace Amma.
Revati firmly believed in only hugging on her terms.
Still, Amma deserved it.
It took a moment to realize that Brigadeiro Bun was politely following her and Camilo.
"Why are you trailing behind me?" Revati had to ask.
"He's following you as well, as well as what I suspect is the android wearing a cloak," Brigadeiro pointed out.
"I need Camilo to help me at the train station," Revati replied as they reached the maze's entrance.
"I’m pretty sure I can turn the train on for one ride; I salvaged a power cell from the dragon," Camilo explained.
"Well, I’m following you because you’ll need my tent if you want to survive the elements," Brigadeiro replied.
"You got your tent back, then?" Revati asked as they entered the maze.
In the distance, Revati could hear someone giggle among the leaves.
"Yes, Isabeau found it in the lost property pile," Brigadeiro replied.
"And you’re going to give me your tent?" Revati asked.
"I’m going to share it with you; it’s a two-person tent! My ex and I were supposed to travel together, but we broke up," Brigadeiro said with a small shrug.
"You don’t seem that upset about it," Revati pointed out as they turned a corner.
The giggling was coming from two small children in medical dress fighting with sticks.
"I was; then I went out to find diamond roses for her, and everything else happened," Brigadeiro admitted.
"So you’re going to travel with me for an indefinite amount of time? Finding my sister plus take weeks or months," Revati said as they turned right.
"Or years; when appliances want to hide things, they stay hidden," Camilo pointed out.
"Well, I’ll stay with you until we reach a public teleportation station; then you can keep the tent," Brigadeiro said, and Revati shrugged.
"Fine, that’s a fair exchange for saving your life twice," she admitted.
The maze suddenly opened up onto the grand entrance of Olde Landon.
The ticket booths, in the shape of castle turrets, had long ago been abandoned.
The giant Elizabeth Twin statue was covered in gently glowing fungus.
Revati stared at them briefly.
One of the queens was in a grand solid carved ballgown.
The other in a neat suit and hat.
Both of them had lizard faces.
"We have the exact same statue on the South West Sydney Space station; apparently, the lizard faces allowed the queens to live for centuries," Brigadeiro remarked.
"That was just a myth; come on this way," Camilo replied.
The park bullet train ran from the park to Leeryasoar, the country's capital. Years ago, the station teemed with tourists. Feet would pound over the shiny tiles, the exact same gold and purple as the domed train. Creatrix vending machines were constantly humming next to the benches. Revati remembered Amma punching in several numbers to get Dityaa a bottle of mango lassi. There had been a stand in the center of the platform selling park maps and plastic magic wands. Pink and red roses grew in orderly bushes. Holographic signs floated on the walls, stating that all data cloud technology would stop working inside the park. Revati had dim memories of her father checking the news on his communications bracelet before they went inside. The signs had long ago been smashed to pieces and were now nothing more than broken screens. The Creatrix vending machines had been looted and were now filled with spiders. The roses all grew in wild tangles flowing over the garden beds.
"Wow; these roses have gone feral! They're singing about how much they wish they could prick people with their thorns," Brigadeiro remarked as Camilo approached the abandoned purple shuttle train with his tool belt.
"Are we far enough away from the wall?" Revati asked.
"We should be! All the vending machines were, so they led the attack during the invasion! The only thing that stopped them was the station's power supply getting cut off," Camilo said, gesturing about. Camilo was right; the station was dim and depressing under the grey Martian sunlight. Revati nodded and whisked the cloak off the figure. The maternity droid stared back at her. Camilo had taken the time to repaint its face. Its lips were a deep scarlet, its eyes bright cheerful green. Camilo had also replaced its broken legs with bulky steel ones he had spray-painted blue with cheerful flowers painted down the side. The belly door had been reattached and was now filled with a healthy white light.
"Hello, I am your custom-built Materno 4000 Deluxe prenatal droid! Would you like to grow a new baby or link to your pre-existing infant?" The android chirped in a flat metallic voice.
"Pre-existing infant," Revati said, and the Android's eyes fluttered.
"Your pre-existing infant is 218 months old, is this correct?" The android asked.
"Correct," Revati said, and the android blinked again.
"Your pre-existing infant is currently out of detection range; would you like to create a new infant?" The android asked.
"No! I want to talk to the lady who was using you as a microphone before," Revati said.
"You have to tell it to open maternal communication! I turned the channel off," Camilo said from where he had managed to open the front panel of the train.
"Open maternal communication!" Brigadeiro said eagerly.
The android's eyes fluttered shut once again. There was nothing.
"I don't think we're far enough away from the wall," Revati sighed.
But then the humming began. A faint, child-like humming came from behind the Android's lips.
"Whispers in the motherboard, a haunting tune,
A phantom dancing in the light of a digital moon," Brigadeiro sang along, and Revati shot him a confused look.
"It's humming Circuit whispers! From the hit musical 'The Android of Music,'" Brigadeiro explained.
"I've never heard of it," Revati confessed.
"You've never heard of 'The Android of Music'? Praise group! Once you've rescued your sister, I'll have to take you! Everyone needs to hear 'The Android of Music,'" Brigadeiro said firmly. Before Revati had a chance to reply, the android's eyes snapped open again.
"Thank Krishna! Finally, a decent signal; it's been eighteen years," the android exclaimed in an incredibly annoyed upper-class woman's voice. The Android reached clumsily toward Revati, snatching her bag. Then it reached inside, pulling out Dityaa's hairbrush. The belly door swung open, and the Android shoved the hairbrush inside.
"Did it just do what I think it just did?" Brigadeiro grimaced.
"How else do you expect me to trace my daughter's DNA?" The Android asked, and then her belly glowed green.
"Right, the last recording of her DNA imprint was in New Singapore six hours ago! Let's go find my baby," the android said firmly and cheered as the train burst back into life.
#nanowrimo2023#nanowrimo#science fiction#fantasy#speculative worldbuilding#ya#scifiseries#scifi story#scifi comedy#speculative fiction#life on mars#ya dystopia#ya scifi
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