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hijacksecrets · 6 months

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CONCEPT: What if HTTYD doesn't take place in the past, but in the future? In a post-apocalyptic setting where dragons are actually evolved/mutated animals after a post nuclear war.

And what if Hiccup gets the chance to explore the world like he wants and finds something beyond anything he could have imagined?

Like a boy who has been asleep for centuries...?

:)

#hijack #my art #my stuff #how to train your dragon #rise of the guardians #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd #rotg jack frost #Post Apocalypse AU

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jack-o-phantom · 2 years

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Nothing like smooching the killer robot in the ashes of your common enemy, date ideas

#theharedraws #rusted bells & faded ribbons #rbfr sundrop #rbfr y/n #sundrop x reader #post apocalypse au #fnaf sb au #haaaaarrrggggggghhh #gotta go back home and do the same to moon somehow #I usually see it as platonic but this time? fluff soft

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rotbtd-edits · 4 months

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ROTBTD in Sims 4

Remember when I said I'm creating the Rotbtd four in Sims 4 for a post apocalypctic AU? So here they are + lookbooks! 😄✌ I specifically made them to use with llazyneiph's Apocalypse survival mod (along with a zombie mod) and so eager to start actually playing~ (Special thanks to all the cc creators!<3)

Bonus Toothless the horse lmao

#rotbtd #the big four #rise of the brave tangled dragons #rotbtd edits #sims 4 #post apocalypse au #sims au #merida #hiccup #jack #rapunzel #toothless #yes it took me months to finish them #as my adhd makes me jump between sims projects lmao

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hex82141a · 3 months

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RARE POST APOCALYPSE AU ART DROP. tatsukana designs for ur enjoyment.

#my art #post apocalypse au #enstars #ensemble stars #tatsumi kazehaya #kaname tojou

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xaphrin · 2 months

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Trigon has conquered Earth. Raven is supposed to have died after she was tricked by her brothers and used as a portal to bring Trigon into this plane of existence. Unbeknownst to them, she has survived and is the leader of the Resistance against Trigon.

Damian, after witnessing his father’s death and having been killed himself, is resurrected into the League of Assassins. They are the last bastion of neutrality, and are trying to decide if they should side with the Resistance or with Trigon. Damian is tasked to play both sides and learn where the League of Assassins’ strength belongs.

When he takes part in a mission to save a Resistance member from one of Trigon’s sons, he learns two very important things: Raven is stronger than she lets on, and she just may have what it takes to save the world.

He just hopes he can save his heart too.

#damirae #demonbirds #Trigon Wins AU #post apocalypse AU #Do I know what I'm doing? Not really no.#Here's hoping this doesn't blow goats #👉😎👉

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volkodava · 6 months

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Hello my Tumblr friends! Some of you liked the idea of Postapocalypse!AU, as well as the Junpei design I drew earlier. So I pulled myself together and drew portraits for the entire main cast of characters. I must say that they here are closer to the age of P4AU. It was challenging but fun to come up with designs and backstories for them that overlapped with the originals. Although I still haven't thought through some details… But I hope you will enjoy!

FeMC/Minako/Kotone

Yes, this AU uses a female protagonist. She emerged from the Wasteland and all she knows is that she had some important mission. She is cheerful and always believes in the best. There are "XXII"-shaped scars on both sides of her head, similar to a brand. She seems to know what this is supposed to mean, but she won't tell anyone.

Status: Unknown

Yukari

The best long-range power of SEES. She lost her father due to the fault of Mitsuru's father. She was looking for Mitsuru to take revenge, but instead she found her best friend. She can often be bitchy and sometimes too straightforward, but no one heals other people’s wounds better than her. She received a scar on her face from an unsuccessfully broken bow string.

Status: Alive

Junpei

He makes bad jokes and swears a lot to hide his insecurities. Creates chaos almost everywhere it appears. He seems rude and ill-mannered, although he is a hopeless romantic at heart. But if you really make him angry, he destroys everything in his path (ask Takaya and Jin, oh no, sorry, no one will ask them anymore). Ultimately, his concern for Chidori allows him to shed his clown mask and show a different side of himself.

Status: Alive

Fuuka

A mechanic girl found by SEES in a sand labyrinth. She suffers from strabismus, but this did not stop her from completely restoring Aigis and collecting several more useful items for SEES. Has a phenomenal memory. Probably the only one who never started a conflict first.

Status: Alive

Aigis/A.I.G.I.S.

Initially, it was a cleaning robot, on which someone put a yellow wig and a ribbon. It rusted in a landfill for a long time until FeMС found it. Gradually he begins to become interested in the world around him and acquires a desire to find out what a person is and how to be one.

Status: Functioning

Mitsuru

Official leader of SEES. Several years ago, during a shelter fire, she lost her father and was injured herself. She hides the burned part of her face under her hair. She is cold and difficult to compromise, but always acts as a negotiator between gangs of raiders, trying to extract the maximum benefit. Has many useful connections in Port Island.

Status: Alive

Akihiko

Fan of fights without rules. More reasonable and less impulsive than Junpei, but if the two of them are together, then somewhere nearby there is trouble that they got into. Lost his little sister in a shelter fire and still tries to drown out those memories with alcohol. He often misses Shinjiro. Perhaps he was Mitsuru's partner a couple of times, but in the Wasteland no one cares who sleeps with whom.

Status: Alive

Shinjiro

A wandering raider that periodically joins SEES and then leaves. Akihiko's former friend. Little emotional. Lost an eye in one of the raider skirmishes. He tends to evaluate people by their usefulness to society, but in the end he admits that he was wrong too often. For some time he was dependent on Strega's help, but later this developed into enmity. Alas, this did not end well.

Status: Dead

Ken

Practically the “son of the regiment”, he was found at one of the temporary sites along with the body of his deceased mother and taken into the care of SEES. Refused to move to Port Island, choosing to stay in the shelter. Having already seen a lot of things he shouldn't have seen, he wants to become stronger to change the world. Gets close to Shinjiro, reading him as a fatherly/brotherly figure. Nevertheless, he gets very angry when he is overprotected.

Status: Alive

Koromaru

Good boy. One day he just showed up at the shelter and everyone just accepted it. He warned everyone about the attacks several times, after which he received a collar and his own bowl. A good fighter, he always follows those who go on forays into the Wasteland. Perhaps the only one who simply enjoys life.

Status: Alive

#persona 3 #persona 3 postapocalypse #minako arisato #kotone shiomi #yukari takeba #junpei iori #fuuka yamagishi #aigis #mitsuru kirijo #akihiko sanada #shinjiro aragaki #ken amada #koromaru #post apocalypse #post apocalypse au

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penny00dreadful · 7 months

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Sneaky little follow on from the last Through the Valley snippet. 😈 I only needed 2 sentences for this and I managed like 14 😅

Hold me accountable!

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #through the valley #post apocalypse au #wip excerpt

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lunar-eclipse-bunnies · 1 year

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!!!TW FOR FLASHING IMAGES!!!

MY MEGA ENTRY FOR @twigs-sprigs 3k dtiys!!!! as soon as i saw it i was like "omg like a viddy game!!!" and then i procrastinated for 2 months and churned this out in 2 weeks lol

congrats on 3k dude!!! from one bunny mascot to another, u deserve it and i hope u like this!! (flats/frames under the cut)

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be a looping gif!

the file was too big to be supported on any online format.

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mirrortouchedsea · 3 months

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HiMERU was fuming when he walked into the church. His brother was just sitting here this whole time, not even bothering to look for him or do anything useful? HiMERU needed to stay calm. His fists were clenched at his side. He walked up to Tatsumi Kazehaya and asked him if he had been keeping Kaname against his will, which was met with a negative response. Kaname had stayed of his own free will. I would never force someone to stay, Tatsumi said.

HiMERU stormed over to his brother seated in one of the pews next to Amagi’s younger brother and the other child he couldn’t be bothered to learn the name of and grabbed him by the wrist. Let’s go, there’s no reason for you to stay here. Kaname resisted, though HiMERU was stronger and continued walking out to where Rinne, Niki and Kohaku were sitting outside.

Onii-chan I can’t leave. That priest said he wasn’t forcing you to stay so we’re going. He isn’t but--onii-chan please just listen--

HiMERU took one step outside the chapel, Kaname’s hand breaching the doorway, still in his grasp. It suddenly felt…

He looked down and saw it begin to rot away.

I can’t leave, Onii-chan.

#shay writes #enstars #ensemble stars #kaname tojou #himeru #post apocalypse au #made myself work on one of my other fics before posting this one #kaokana fic is sitting at 12k words rn. worked on chapter 3 finally and i'm getting somewhere with it #did a little bit of editing on it too but i'm waiting to do any major edits til i feel the chapter is done #chapter 3 is sitting just shy of 1k words rn but i'm hoping to get another 2-3k in there before posting i'm just #going to have to outline it a bit more to figure out what i want to reveal when though i'm #quite happy with what i have right now for it #anyway more post apocalypse au!!!!!!#forgot to post this when i wrote it but it ended up with some minor changes so #its fine its fine its FINE #i seriously need to make a doc with everything for this au at some point

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laiqualaurelote · 9 months

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chapter thirteen - fear no more the lightning flash

Ted stops. “Ready?” “I would be, if I knew what I was ready for.” “All right,” says Ted. “Let’s go, Tesco.” And then he begins to sing. “Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown, I set out to get you with a fine-tooth comb – ” “What,” says Trent, “the fuck.”

The Station Eleven post-apocalyptic theatre AU in which American comedy actor Ted Lasso, in the wake of a worldwide pandemic, winds up leading a Shakespearean theatre troupe through the ruins of England (no knowledge of Station Eleven necessary to read).

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vivisols · 4 months

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The FIRST chapter of The Future Stares Back is out!!!!

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azzy421 · 1 year

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Fic Prompt:

Sewis - post apocalyptic or stranded on an island

CW for allusions to a vaguely zombie apocalypse, implied PTSD, ambiguous ending.

The earth is hard, baked lifeless by a relentless, unforgiving sun. Lifeless, unless you know where to look; Sebastian has been here before, knelt under this tree under this same meagre shade at this same time of year. He knows to chip away at the surface, down to where a little moisture remains, hidden far down out of sight.

“When they come,” Lewis says. “When they come, you need to be looking the right way.”

“All right,” Seb says. He glances up; Lewis is staring down at the ground. “Pass me the knife?”

The knife is their last real weapon. It feels wrong to use it for something like this, but the trees don’t yield wood hard enough to cut through the roots. It’s sharp, at least; Seb cuts through the roots quickly, passes them to Lewis, who accepts them without comment.

His fingers are bleeding, a little. Their skin cracks quickly and deep in the heat, and the salt water doesn’t help. Lewis notices, of course, but he doesn’t say anything, just takes the roots - Seb hesitates even now to call them vegetables - and stands. “Two weeks until the rain,” Seb says. He means it to be conciliatory, but it comes out grim.

Unexpectedly, Lewis smiles. Seb doesn’t know how, after so long, Lewis still has the power to surprise him. “Is that all?” he asks lightly. “Two weeks? That’s nothing, man.”

“Well, that’s a guess,” Seb says. He puts the knife back in his belt, and Lewis helps him to his feet; he can walk well enough, but standing unaided is a struggle, with the mess that they’d made of his lower leg. He balances there for a moment, waiting out the cramps, Lewis’s arm strong around his waist. “Soon, anyway.”

“They’ll be here by then,” Lewis says, glancing up as if he can see something above them. Maybe he can. Seb doesn’t look; he’s learned better by now. He has his leg, and Lewis has his own scars.

Back at the shelter, Lewis rubs coconut oil into Seb’s cracked hands. Seb lets him, even though it stings; one infection and the ensuing delirium had been enough - he vaguely remembers wading into the sea, screaming at Lewis, laughing until he cried when his leg gave in and he couldn’t walk any further. Lewis had carried him back, and that had been the last of their carefully eked-out supply of antibiotics. Seb doesn’t want to think about what will happen the next time one of them is careless with the knife, the next time wood splinters under his hands.

“You know what day it is?” Lewis asks. His hands are so gentle, massaging into Seb’s palm; Seb feels tears starting in his eyes. They still come so easily, even though it's been so long.

“Tell me,” he says thickly.

“New Year’s Day,” Lewis says. He moves to grab a scrap of sun-bleached cloth - it might have been a t-shirt, once - and winds it around Seb’s hand, presses a kiss to the knuckles with a shy glance up through his lashes. “I think, anyway. It’s either today or tomorrow.”

They’d both lost track, somewhere in the unending fires, somewhere in the burning of the world. Seb still doesn’t understand how Lewis had found him, trapped and slowly starving to death in that attic in Brazil; he’d been a hostage, of someone - themselves long-dead, by then - left to rot and die, if the hordes didn’t find him first. He remembers, though; he remembers Lewis feeding him sips of cool water, untying his hands and cleaning the dirt from his skin, pressing a hand to his mouth to keep him quiet when dragging footsteps sounded along the alleyway outside. “What day is it?” he’d asked, a week later, shivering by the side of the road in the shelter of an overturned car.

Lewis had looked thoughtful. “It’s the tenth. Of August,” he’d said, and Seb had believed him; there wasn’t really any other option.

“New Year’s Day?” Seb says, surprised. It might be, though. Lewis’s memory is erratic, and that would make the rainy season later than Seb had thought, but not unusually so. It’s not like it matters. He stretches out his leg, winces at the pull. “Did we miss New Year’s Eve? No kiss at midnight?”

Warm, rough hands pull him close. “Today still counts,” Lewis says, smiling into the kiss, his body warm and solid between Seb’s thighs. “Right?”

Lewis, ever the unshakeable optimist. “Someone might see,” Seb says, to make Lewis laugh.

He’d first kissed Lewis in the middle of the ocean. They’d been on the run for months by then, scrambling by however they could manage; the boat had been their last resort. “There’ll be an island,” Lewis had insisted. “There’ll be an island. The things can’t swim, we’ll be safe,” and they’d been desperate enough by then that Seb had agreed. There had been other people on the boat, and a sleeper in the hold that had awakened four days in. Seb had shot it in the head with a borrowed pistol, but by then the others had turned. He’d dragged Lewis in for a kiss before they’d jumped; he’d been wanting to do it for months, for years before that, and the reasons not to didn’t seem to matter any more. They were as good as dead anyway.

“You have the worst fucking timing,” Lewis had said with a hitch of hysterical laughter, helping him over the railing, grabbing for the lifebelt. If Seb closes his eyes, he remembers the strong grip of Lewis’s hand, holding on as if nothing could tear them apart. “If I have to find you again after this, Sebastian -”

“You managed it once,” Seb had said, shouting into the wind. A jump into the unknown; he’d thought he’d been past fear, but apparently not. “The second time should be easy.”

“I’ll find a way,” Lewis had said, always so sure; and then he’d jumped, and Seb had jumped with him.

They hadn’t died, not quite. They’d ended up here, on this island, a scrap of land that probably hadn’t even appeared on a map, alive and terrified. And here they’ve stayed, scraping out an existence that would have been unthinkable once.

“There’s going to be a boat tomorrow,” Lewis says.

It’s bad today. Seb rests their foreheads together. Sometimes they’ll go for weeks, without Lewis wandering from reality. He still doesn’t know what’s caused it; some kind of trauma from before Lewis found him in Brazil, maybe the same thing that means he can’t bear for his face to be covered any more, some memory that wakes him mute and shaking like a leaf in the middle of the night. He’s thought, recently, that Lewis is getting better. The nightmares have been fewer, anyway.

Lewis hasn’t lost his mind. Some parts of it just get confused, sometimes. He’s still Lewis; he still laughs at Seb’s stupid jokes, they still argue to and fro deep into the night, and he still approaches problems like they’ve personally insulted him.

“What kind of boat?” Seb asks gently.

Usually Lewis shrugs and goes quiet, changes the subject. This time, he says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

In the early hours, Seb leaves Lewis sleeping, hobbles down to the shore. He’s restless, a nameless jittery feeling; he would run it off, if he could. Instead, he wades into the water, the beguiling pull of an outgoing tide. He braces himself with one hand on the stake they’d driven deep into the sand for their nets. The sea is dark, dark, the stars endless overhead.

“You’re looking the wrong way, man,” Lewis says, suddenly there. He turns Seb gently, presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Look.”

Distant, distant, but those lights aren’t from a star. Seb feels the breath catch in his throat. “No,” he says. It could be anything. It could be abandoned, full of the dead. It could be rescue, salvation. The world could have changed; maybe they’re not alone any more. Maybe it’s -

“Yeah, that’s the boat,” Lewis says.

“You couldn’t have known,” Seb says weakly. It could be anything, anyone.

“I know you,” Lewis says, grinning. He’s so very beautiful, and Seb wants to beg him not to leave him alone again. “And I told you I’d find you.”

The lights are unmistakable now. Seb grips the knife in one hand, the stake in the other. When he looks around, the night air is blowing cool over the empty beach, and Lewis is gone; but the boat is still coming, and the lights grow brighter and brighter, setting the night sky ablaze.

#post apocalypse au #feel like i may need to apologise for this #sewis #my fic #prompt fill

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jack-o-phantom · 2 years

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A small but sweet Rusted Bells & Faded Ribbons, comic

Y/n's got an influence on the kid, and Sunny doesn't seem to mind this time

#theharedraws #rusted bells & faded ribbons #rbfr comic #rbfr sundrop #rbfr robin #rbfr y/n #post apocalypse au #fav #fnaf sb au #daycare attendant fnaf #sundrop x reader #Y/n is gonna teach this kid so so much violence #Sun doesn't agree on y/n's methods #haha bonding through being parent figures

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rotbtd-edits · 10 days

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I find it so hilarious how in my Rotbtd Sims, right from the start Merida and Jack have got into fights (without any player input) not only once, but three times! Talk about lore accurate :DDD

Bonus the cheering Rapunzel in the background. But all's well ends well, now they've finally become friends after a VERY rocky start lmao.

#rotbtd #post apocalypse au #sims au #rotbtd edits #I love it when Sims makes character act accordingly without me doing anything lmao #Jack and Merida having a very rough start is accurate to my lore verse #jack #merida #rapunzel

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hex82141a · 3 months

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BAD END

#my art #post apocalypse au #tw blood #niki shiina #rinne amagi #rinniki #enstars #ensemble stars #because rinne wouldnt leave niki even after he was too far gone #one day will finish this sketch but not today sorry

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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Thawed

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, warmth (70 words)

ok so this is the shortest microfic i've ever written but there's also a lot of ideas going on here so here's a bit of an explanation

It was so cold. Trudging through the icy banks, James remained alone. No amount of warm clothing could keep the bitter chill from seeping into his veins.

But then he found him. He came home and he found his Regulus. And Regulus wrapped him tightly in his arms, and he felt warmth again. It wasn’t the miles of earth and advanced heating system that thawed his body, it was love.

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