#non apocalypse au

[somedaylazysomeday]

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Negan x fem!reader, non-apocalypse AU

Am I working on anything with Negan? No. Am I reading anything about Negan? No. Am I into the Walking Dead right now? No. But my brain decided this was the dream I needed last week, and wouldn't shut up until I wrote it down. Enjoy!

Rating: NC-17, Explicit, NSFW, Lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: grumpy Negan, use of a sex toy, fingering, shower sex, creampie, accidental voyeurism (kinda).

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Negan blew out a breath, raking a hand through the thick darkness of his hair. He was frustrated and you could see why. The bathroom fan had been broken since you moved into the modest apartment, and this was the third maintenance worker who had tried to come fix the problem. None of them had even managed to diagnose what was actually wrong. 

Still, you knew Negan's frustration wasn't directed at the maintenance worker. Too bad the other man didn't know that. 

"Sorry, sir," he apologized, wearing his nerves on his young face. "I've checked everything I can think of. I've checked the notes from the last few people who tried to investigate your complaints, but I just-" 

"Don't worry about it, honey," you interrupted kindly, patting the man on the shoulder. "You tried. We'll just keep trying to figure it out." 

"Thank you, ma'am," the maintenance worker told you. 

"What kind of bullshit is that?" Negan complained. "We're gonna get mold."

You shrugged. "We'll leave the door cracked open and they'll work to find a better long-term solution. It'll be okay, Negan."

He scowled, though it smoothed as you bent to drop a kiss on his head. 

"Thank you for doing your best," you told the maintenance worker, sending him an encouraging smile. "I need to go shower and change, but let us know when someone is available to try again." 

"I will, ma'am," the man said, standing up and nodding at you. "Have a nice night."

You squeezed Negan's shoulder as a silent reminder to be nice even after you were gone. It wasn't the poor maintenance worker's fault that the fan was broken. Besides, you and Negan were only there for as long as it took to close on the house you were buying. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter a bit whether the bathroom fan was broken. It didn't belong to you.

With that, you left the two men in the living room, retreating through the bedroom into the master bath. You had been half-joking, but you did think leaving the door open a crack would be enough to keep the worst of the steam from accumulating. 

You heard the low rumble of Negan’s voice still speaking to the maintenance worker - unmuffled by the whirr of a bathroom fan - but you couldn’t pick out individual words. You didn’t really need to hear what he was saying, but you hoped Negan was being reasonably nice.

As soon as the water was warm, you stripped off the clothes you had worn for work and stepped into the spray. You had closed the sliding door behind you, but the sound of Negan wolf-whistling at you was clearly audible as he strode into the bathroom with a devilish grin on his handsome face.

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. You and Negan had been together longer than anyone would have expected, and any shyness you may have once felt had now disappeared entirely. He had more appreciation for your body than anyone you had ever met, and you couldn’t deny that it was an ego boost. For such a good-looking man to find you as attractive as you found him was inarguably flattering.

But you wouldn’t tell him that. Instead, you just lifted your chin in his direction, asking, “Is there something I can help you with?”

Negan’s grin only widened as he started to undress. “Matter of fact, there is, darlin’. I’ve got a big problem for you to take care of right here.”

You glanced down at his waist, but shook your head. “If only I wasn’t having this trouble with my bathroom fan, I would be able to see your problem. I might even have been able to fix it. What a shame…”

Your faux-mournful sigh was cut short as Negan opened the barely fogged glass door and joined you. “Let me give you a closer look.”

The laugh that spilled from you was one you couldn’t even begin to fight against, especially when Negan wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you toward him for a deep kiss.

When the two of you finally broke apart, he shook his head at you. “If you’re so bothered by the damn fan, why did you tell the guy not to worry about it?”

“He couldn’t have fixed it and I didn’t want to spend hours waiting while he tried,” you explained, running your hands across Negan’s chest and dropping a playful bite on the edge of his shoulder. “I wanted some time with you.”

“That so?” Negan asked, arching an eyebrow as he reached behind you. When he pulled his hand back, your favorite vibrator was held between his fingers. “Seems like you were pretty determined to take care of things all alone.”

“Oh, no, I keep that one in here,” you explained. 

Negan managed to look simultaneously intrigued and horrified. “You mean that little twerp could have seen-?”

“Hey!” you chided. “Be nice to the poor man. Bad enough he had to deal with you when he was here. You don’t need to be rude even after he’s gone.”

“Mm-hmm,” Negan hummed skeptically. “Was that why you were being so nice to him? Calling him ‘honey’? Thanking him so sweetly? Telling him not to worry about anything? You’re lucky I’m such a confident man or I would think about being jealous.” 

“You’re an extremely confident man,” you agreed. “Which is why I’m sure you wouldn’t have minded me being nice if it had gotten him to help us.”

You yelped and squirmed away from Negan’s pinching fingers as he caught the teasing note in your voice. “For future reference, I don’t want you flirting with other people, even if it is going to get us something we want.”

“Fine, fine,” you agreed, laughing. “Now, did you come in here just to talk?”

Negan’s eyes darkened and he pulled you into another kiss, this one interrupted only by a slight buzzing noise that made you wonder if the fan was trying to turn back on. Instead, when you pulled away, you found your vibrator whirring in Negan’s hand. 

“What do you say to a little fun?”

“Hmm, an extra orgasm? Let me think about it…” 

Your laugh turned into a groan as Negan ran the tip of the vibrator through your folds, zeroing in on your clit with the precision of long practice. You were already so close to him that wrapping your hands around his biceps for support seemed utterly natural. 

Negan pressed the toy between your lips, aiming to swipe the angled tip directly over your most sensitive place. Your head fell forward with a groan as he succeeded. 

“C’mon, doll,” Negan urged. You could feel his voice vibrating from where your forehead was planted against his chest. “Look at me. You know how much I love watching you fall apart for me.”

You obliged after a long moment of gathering your wits, tipping your head back until he could see your face. 

“Perfect, perfect girl,” Negan complimented gently, running the vibrator through your lips over and over again. “Think you could come for me like this?”

“Y-yes,” you agreed breathily, catching the way he had started lingering over your clit at the top of every stroke. You just needed a little more stimulation and you would be there.

“Good. Do it.”

As he gave the command, Negan pressed the tip of the vibrator against your clit again and turned up the power. You shuddered in his arms, your body clenching over and over around nothing as you came in long waves.

When you finally pushed his hand away, your knees threatened to buckle, but Negan held you against him. With one hand pressed to the small of your back, Negan turned off the vibrator and replaced it on the small shelf where you normally kept it. 

“Ready for another round yet, doll?” 

You nodded and Negan’s hand crept between your legs, dipping into your core and drawing out fingertips soaked in the aftermath of your orgasm. He gave a groan of his own, darting his tongue out to lick at the proof that you were indeed ready for another round.

“Looks like you are,” Negan told you, hands gripping your waist. “Tastes like you are.”

“Good, because I-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he settled you against the wall. Negan looked concerned and you hurried to assure him, “Cold tiles.”

With the concern gone, Negan looked positively impish. “Bet I could get you warmed up again, darlin’.”

“I’m count- counting on it,” you stuttered out, briefly losing your train of thought as Negan gripped his length and began teasing his head through your folds.

His only answer was a chuckle. As soon as he had lined himself up, he began pushing himself into you. 

The stretch was familiar, a sense of homecoming in it, but as Negan worked himself deeper, he hit a section of you still tight from your recent orgasm. You gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his tanned skin as you exclaimed his name.

Negan paused. “Everything okay?”

“I- You feel so… Keep going.”

Negan watched you for a beat, seemingly waiting for you to decide whether you really wanted him to continue. When you didn’t ask him to stop, he nodded and ducked his head to capture your lips with his own. At the same time, he pulled you sharply against him and thrust as deep into you as he could get. 

You shouted into his mouth and Negan groaned. The time it took for your bodies to acclimate to your new position was spent locked in a battle for domination of your kiss. When Negan tweaked your nipple, you whimpered into his mouth and nipped at his lip in retaliation.

Negan pulled away with a gasp. “Gotta move, doll. You ready?”

“Yes,” you assured him, half-panting. “Fuck me, Negan.”

His eyes darkened and he took you at your word, thrusting into you so hard you knew there would be bruises. Who cared? The only one to see them would be Negan, and he would kiss each one better. 

“Put your legs around my waist, darlin’,” Negan told you. “Need a little more.”

For the first time, you hesitated. “Are you sure I won’t be too heavy?”

“Guess we’ll find out,” he teased, slapping your thigh. “C’mon.”

You raised that leg and wrapped it around his hips, biting your lip at the way he moved inside of you with the motion. Before you could gather the nerve to jump up, Negan grabbed your supporting leg behind the knee and pulled it up to join the other. 

You let out a breath - only a little shaky - and smiled. “I wasn’t sure that was going to work.”

“I knew we would be fine,” Negan bragged, grin turning sharp. “You should be worried what I’m gonna do to you now that you’re up here.”

“Bring it on,” you dared, squealing as he teasingly bit at your neck.

He planted your upper back against the cold tiles of the shower wall, hips pistoning between your thighs at a faster speed. The onslaught of sensation left you reeling for a few thrusts, but you joined in before long. At the apex of every stroke, you tightened your legs around him, urging him to thrust even harder. 

The heat began to build in you again - slowly at first after your recent orgasm, but gaining speed. Small noises fell from your mouth, fucked from your depths as Negan worked to overwhelm you.

One of Negan’s hands disappeared from your ass, reappearing a moment later with the vibrator. He deposited the toy between you, watching from under hooded eyes as you caught it. “Use it, doll. I’m close, and I need to see you come again before I do.”

You tipped your head back, panting open-mouthed at the filthiness of the image he had created in your mind. With shaking fingers, you turned on the small vibrator and pressed it to your clit. Instantly, your inner muscles locked down, overwhelmed by the increased level of sensation.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Negan urged, low and insistant. 

You whined, angling the vibrator until it lined up with your swollen lips. You pressed it between them, reeling from the way it teased at your clit, but slid it downward until the angled head teased at Negan’s shaft as he worked between your legs.

“Fuck,” he bit out, pressing the vibrator away from himself. 

The motion settled it more firmly against you and you instantly began shuddering with the waves of your orgasm. The vibrator fell from your convulsing fingers, clattering loudly to the floor of the shower. Meanwhile, Negan snarled, burying his face in your chest as he managed a last few thrusts. He shoved himself deep as he released wave after wave of cum into the depths of you. 

When he finally stilled in your arms, Negan let you slide down his body until you were standing, weak-kneed, on the shower floor. His softening length was pulled from you with the motion and you immediately began to drip with your combined pleasure.

You stood together, supported by each other as you caught your breath.

Eventually, you retrieved the still-buzzing vibrator and shut it off. As if cued by the cessation of the noise, a loud banging came from the wall beside the shower. “Knock it off, you motherfuckers!”

You stared at the wall, aghast, but Negan only thumped it soundly, calling, “If we were fucking your mother, it would have been louder!”

Semi-muffled curses came from the other side of the wall and Negan turned to look at you, the irritation on his face softened by the post-coital warmth in his expression. “Guess he didn’t appreciate the free show we put on.”

“We really need to get that fan fixed,” you insisted, face warm with embarrassment.

“Nah, fuck him,” Negan told you firmly. “Miserable piece of shit. Still,” he said, pulling you closer, “I can’t wait to get you in a house of our own.”

“It’ll be nice to have our own space,” you started, but Negan interrupted.

“We’re gonna christen every square inch of that place. I’m gonna fuck you on the shower floor, bend you over the kitchen counter, maybe even hit up that back deck if we can manage to without the neighbors seeing it…”

You shook your head, but Negan’s dirty suggestions were starting to wreak havoc on your sensitive body. With your internal muscles clenching at the thought of christening an entire house with Negan, certain things were happening faster than expected.

“Negan, please,” you pled, an edge of desperation in your voice. “We need to stop talking about this.”

“Wha- Why?” he asked, face dawning with understanding a moment later. His fingers dipped between your legs, eyebrows shooting upward when he found the mixture of cum and juices dripping down the insides of your thighs. Instead of stopping, though, he grinned at you. “Seems like someone’s ready for round two.”

“Fuck off!” your unpleasantly sharp-hearing neighbor insisted. “Quit it, you nymphomaniacs!”

Negan reached past you and shut off the water, scooping you up into his arms and nudging the shower door open a moment later. “C’mon, doll. If we play our cards right, the whole damn building’s gonna sign a petition to get our fan fixed.”

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A/N - As I said, I'm not sure why I needed to post this, just that I needed to. Thanks for reading! You can find other works on my masterlist.

#the walking dead #fics #the walking dead fic #negan #twd negan #negan x reader #negan x you #reader insert #rating: nc17 #nc 17 #nc17 #spicy #smut #lemon #non apocalypse au #modern au #mind the warnings

[veggiehotdog1]

#non apocalypse au #fluff with intrigue #the last of us part 2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou part ii #ellie x dina #dina tlou #dina/ellie #ao3feed dinellie #ao3 fanfic

[tblsomedoodles]

My NON CANNON Leo meets Clara comic i was talking about yesterday

I should wait to post this, but i'm not. I just spent the last six hours rendering this.(i know it's six hours b/c i listen to the entire first book of hitchhikers guide while doing so, and that's five and a half) and want this posted now.

anyway! Explanation!

this non-cannon version, Donnie died early in the apocalypse timeline. The day he died, Leo immediately went into his lab, hoping he had some sort of 'get out of death free' plan on his computers. he couldn't access it. Instead, Clara, a freshly hatched turtle tot (and Leo's Seer successor) makes herself known.

i might do more for this. I have a bit of an idea of doing a small comic where Clara finds a video message left for her by Donnie, but we shall see. (i have to figure out clara a bit more before i do anythign like that.)

#tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #apocalypse timeline #non canon #my doodles #rise leonardo #oc clara #i love how this render turned out #it's messy as hell #but it works for this #even if it was a bit of a pain to #it was kinda freeing to not have to worry if everything was clean #b/c it couldn't be

[angllqvr]

love me a bad bitch with butch hands

#okay but like thinking abt mechanic!abby rn?? #like imagine #non apocalypse au where she just fixes cars for a living #abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us

[sirwow]

trip doodles

annnd obligatory rose apocalypse brain rot

#pikmin #pikmin wraiths call #pikmin au #pikmin charlie #pikmin alph #pikmin brittany #pikmin harbinger #rose apocalypse #< just gonna use this tag for now unless non-jetlagged me thinks of smth better later

[oshisanbignaturals]

CW: GURO

[Curiously, this zombie you and your party have chanced upon has managed to keep his wits about him. His speech still coherent, he asks to join your party in the hopes of finding his ‘other half’. He says he can offer protection from the other zombies and help venture into densely populated areas that only a man with a death wish would enter. A normal human man that is. What is your course of action?]

▶️[Let him join] [Abandon him]

Without the words lol !!

#cw: gore #tw guro #bt #enstars #myart #mika kagehira #IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS !!!!!!! #I DID THE SKETCH IN LIKE OCTOBER ????? #UM YEA…… #anyway with every non canon drawing i come up with a new au #zombie apocalypse au where mika is still somewhat alive through the power of love !! #its ur job to get him to his oshisan whr he can get maintenance #then u unlock his new skin #did i mention this au takes the format of a story driven zombie game #oopsies !!!! #yamikawaii

[lesbianbatlucille]

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#non apocalypse au this is how they met #regan #rick grimes #negan #twd #the walking dead #my shit

[sunofaraven]

Ch.8 is out of Love Death + Grumbot!!

Grian panted, trying to catch his breath. His fingers shook as he attempted to reload the shotgun. “Hi there!” A voice made him jump. A stocky man was crossing the concrete towards them wearing a lab coat and holding a large flamethrower with a fuel tank on his back. He had curly, wool-like blonde hair with little horns curling from his forehead. “Just give me one moment, folks,” he skipped around the car, brandishing the flamethrower to squirt the sculker with fire. The creature screamed as the flame caught, front half writhing as it quickly burned. The man then turned towards them, pushing up his goggles with a leather-gloved hand to reveal keen, bright eyes. “Hi, I’m Zedaph. Or Zed for short. What brings you to my lab?”

They finally found Zedaph! And look at him, he's so silly goofy. Go read it here on ao3. This chapter has both mad scientist and zombie fight scene, what's not to love?

#zedaph appreciation moment #love death + grumbot #my writing #zombie apocalypse #sculk #zedaph #non-cynical zombie au #ao3 #grian #fic update

[cookinary]

Some sprites of K I did for school!

I might use the facepalm one for groupchats tbh

#Post-Apocalypse AU #K #also yes his clothes differ slightly #that was just to have him fit in #consider these his non-canon clothes #which one's your favorite?

[scary-senpai]

speaking of giant meteors...

(not fandom-related by fandom adjacent, involves some writing stuff):

I'm in the writing program at Second City, and we're putting together our grad show (which is virtual! so in theory anybody can make it). The teacher selected the final sketches from all the work we've done over several terms. He selected two of my scenes:

one of my scenes was about a failed grocery shopping trip (which had unintentional but obvious OPM vibes), and that actually got used in our audition packet which was really cool

the second scene he selected was about a questionable medium and their "mystic fishbowl" that allegedly provided visions of the past and future. It has some Mob Psycho elements going, but it was mostly inspired by a Past Life Regressions workshop I attended with my mom. It was supposed to be about (white) people doing spiritualism badly, but the teacher really liked the idea of someone coming to a psychic for comfort and learning that all he's ever done was die in infancy, which was part of the original joke--assuming we did have accurate past life readings, most of them would be boring, and probably short. Anyway, I wrote the scene and I have mixed feelings about it, and also I needed a new ending (in the original version, the medium learns she can't actually communicate with ghosts, she just has co2 poisoning and the only message from beyond is 'check your fucking carbon monoxide detector!', but I think it would also be neat to do a reverse Scooby Doo, like 'you're right! I'm not a white, upper-class capitalist! I'm actually a ghost--and I would have gotten away with it, too, if not for you meddling kids!') anyway it doesn't matter because I have a new running joke, and the joke is "this character keeps dying" and if that's the joke, well, there's really only one way to end the scene. Oh, and also, this 'fishbowl of misery' psychic reading is all being done over Zoom--

#my writing #wilf #non fandom #non fandom but #if you're following this blog you're probably my target audience #i also had to change this character's name and it made me sad #selim is my self insert character #i made her for werewolf the apocalypse she's basically me in my twenties in an au where i can shapeshift into a monster sometimes #and she wanted to pick a more werewolf-like name but thought 'selene' was too cliche so she picked this one #bc she's also a weeb and selim is the fuhrer's son in fma #but it's also a male turkish name and i didn't want to give the wrong impression #really she's just an impulsive kid that can't identify a co2 detector and is too afraid to ask #and is willing to ignore increasingly severe co2 poisoning symptoms because what if THIS TIME IT'S ACTUALLY A GHOST #btw most people who think they are haunted have co2 problems and not ghosts

[enderman-pandas]

Iced Coffee (Chapter 2: The Road Trip)

Red, Yellow, and Duck go on a road trip!

Duck was immediately worried at the fact that the world around them looked… odd. There were no houses. Just trees and grass. They didn’t have neighbours or anything, which was slightly surprising. Sure, they never saw any houses through their windows, but they thought there would be at least one that was far. And there was just… none. Nothing around. Duck tapped his knees, watching outside the window. He watched as it became… colder. Both physically and visually. Grass was dying, trees were left bare, and the place was starting to get more covered in snow and ice. Duck quickly looked away from it and at Red. “Red, what’s happening?” He asked. Red looked back with a shrug. “I’m not so sure, but it… it has to be better than our house,” he said, desperately trying to justify not going back. Duck bit his tongue, not wanting to argue more since Red seemed unstable, and started watching Grolton and Hovris.

Yellow stared in the faint reflection in the window, his eyes tracing the face. He couldn’t help but feel that it looked different than he did. He didn’t remember having green eyes or refined hair like his reflection did. Maybe he did all along and didn’t notice, but he couldn’t linger on the thoughts too long. It was giving him a headache. He turned away from the window and looked at Red. “Red, when will we get to the place? This is getting boring,” he complained. Red looked at Yellow. “We’ll get there when we get there. Watch Grolton and Hovris with Duck,” Red said, looking back. Yellow scooted over to Duck, looking at the show. “Can-- can I the watch with you?” Yellow asked. Duck turned to him, about to tell him to get his own, and remembered he didn’t have his own. “Fine,” he sighed. Yellow smiled and watched the show with Duck. “Grolton is the dog and Hovris is the man,” Yellow commented. Duck looked at Yellow, disappointed. “No, Grolton is the man and Hovris is the dog,” he corrected. Yellow shook his head and went quiet to keep watching.

Red’s string moved with anxiety, fidgeting as he drove. He didn’t want to go back to his house-- no-- that place. He and his friends got hurt there, and it was always the same day. If they drove somewhere, anywhere, and did something, anything, maybe it would be better. Maybe he would feel better, at the very least. He stared at the cold world, never blinking. Snow covered the grass and barely visible ice on the road. Trees were bare with their fallen leaves being unseen, and clouds filled with frigid snow floated above. This place seemed unnaturally cold, with the sun shining beautifully, but it also seemed sadistic, never giving off any heat and just sitting there, looking pretty. He took out a scrunchy, praying that if he let go of the wheel he wouldn’t slip and die on the road, and put his hair up in a pretty ponytail. He put one hand on the wheel, gripping as if his life depended on it (as it did), and started messing with the radio so he could listen to something other than freezing air hitting the metal of the car. He eventually found some somewhat audible songs and let those play.

Suddenly, the car halted. Duck and Yellow took off their headphones and looked up. “What was that for, Red?” Duck squawked. Red pointed out of the left window. “Look! There’s something kind of interesting,” he said, unlocking the car. Duck got up and exited, while Yellow was delayed by stretching. Red followed after the two. They stared at the ruins of… something. It wasn’t recognizable, but it sure was something man-made. Red swore he saw something alive in it as well. There were four tall pillars visible as a defining feature of the ruins, seeming like they were in a Greek or Roman nature, but the materials weren’t the same as the Greeks and Romans used to make things like these, and it seemed that it was simply style, not really made by the ancients. Three of the pillars were quite short, with diagonal slants in them telling where the rest of the pillar came off. One pillar stood taller than the rest, a small carved animal visible on the top of the pillar. There were also walls, with square holes acting as windows and a large archway for an entrance. Red walked through the archway, crouching down to not hit his head, and Yellow and Duck followed, Yellow crouching to mimic Red, before realising he wouldn’t have hit his head anyways. As the three got through, they started to realise how it looked like an old house. They looked up. Somehow, the sun had gone down in seconds from when Red last looked, but regardless, they decided a good place to sleep would be here.

The next morning, Red was awoken by a black figure with piercing white eyes.

#formatting is hard yall #also on ao3 #dhmis #dont hug me im scared #alternatively you could call the show hugnt couldnt you #there will be fluff and angst and h/c and it will have a happy ending and stuff and just just trust me on this one guys please oh please ju #dhmis au #fanfic #post apocalypse #post apocalyptic #frozen wasteland #woah look a cliffhanger (itll lead to something in the next few fuckin days) #thank you for the support on chapter 1 yall :D #does anyone fully read the weird non-serious tags because like i do but am i just weird for that or is that normal im new to this tumblr th #ing help

[toasty-owl-arts]

As promised, the shit i haven’t posted for one reason or another while sc the fic is on pause :3

Aka Lina in Henry’s uniform because idk

Bonus:

#my art #six the musical #six #six the musical fanart #star crossed #six post apocalypse au #star crossed au #aramour #catherine of aragon six #jane seymour six #everyday I post the most unhinged and completely non-canon related shit in the main tag #becauseguess what bestie #my hyperfixation isn’t jus pt my problem #it’s our problem 💙 #I am unhinged tonight I almost died I think I’m allowed to post cringe in main tag <3 #FinchDoodles

[tblsomedoodles]

waking visions with then non-cannon seers anyone?

I probably should have waited until friday to post these since that's my update day. But im somewhat sick for whatever reason which means my resistance to impulse posting doodles, has magically disappeared.

Clara's first was probably when she was five or six. They didn't realize the pair's visions were strong enough to cause them yet and therefore didn't take precautions against it.

CJ's first was when he was 10 or 11. They tried to be careful about waking them after Clara's but accidents do happen. Clara refused to leave his side so his faded after about a day.

#tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #apocalypse timeline #non canon #my doodles #oc clara #rise casey jr #rise leonardo

[avegool]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Swearing, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Protective Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), End of the World, AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Horror, Friends to Lovers, Apocalypse, Moon has unpredictable mood swings, Sun is constantly nervous, he tries to pretend he's happy though, Moon has gotten used to the virus and uses it in helpful ways, most of the time anyway, not really zombies but zombies, Character Death, Weekly Updates, tw: pregnancy, Not the MC, tw: baby in an apocalypse, there are some really dark themes here, the other survivors are not good people, except january, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore Series: Part 1 of Celestial Complex Summary:

The world ends. Your group takes shelter in an abandoned arcade/kid's heaven. What could go wrong?

Updates - Life is crazy, but this story is ongoing

 Arc One: The Pizza Plex (Ch 1 - 10) Arc Two: The Apartment (Ch 11 - ?)

#tw non descript gore #c.c. #celestial complex #my fic #fanfic #reader insert #sun x reader #moon x reader #fnaf au #fnaf daycare attendant #zombie apocalypse

[ahsterism]

jonathan sims and weight gain as a sign of healing thanks

#no he never heals BUT A BITCH CAN DREAM #scottish safe house au :((( #he’s just SOOO UNHEALTHY. GET SOME MEAT ON THOSE DAMN BONES #should happen in a non apocalypse au where somehow magically everything is fine. Trust Me i’m employed at rusty quill #✧ ooc

[sunofaraven]

Ch. 11 of LD+G is out early!

The flash of red and blue was bright in the otherwise brown and faded corner. Grian’s wings were hanging over the side of an armchair, feathers dragging in the dust on the floor. Sunbeams shone through the broken window glass, slipping through the haphazard planks that had been nailed over them. They illuminated the dust in the air and shone onto Grian’s mop of hair, making it flash gold. He looked almost angelic. Eyes shut, head back, legs curled neatly up on the seat with wings and arms draped over the sides. There was an old record player on the floor in front of him. The scratched record on it blared guitar, the soft singing voice low overtop it. Grian looked peaceful. His long eyelashes touched his freckled cheeks and his chest rose and fell as he breathed—the only indicator he was alive at all. A small piece of Mumbo wished he wasn’t.

I couldn't help myself. Have another chapter, folks!

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