#thriving in the apocalypse

[eskawrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Will Byers Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia, Pining, but like the kind where you don't know it yet, nancy will get there i promise, Coming Out, Introspection, A character study of sorts Series: Part 16 of thriving in the apocalypse Summary:

Robin is avoiding her.

Well, no—that sounds drastic. Robin still smiles when she sees Nancy walk into a room. She still laughs whenever Nancy says something sarcastic or rolls her eyes at one of the kids. She even makes sure Nancy knows when and where movie nights are, and even votes to postpone when Nancy can’t make it to one.

But she won’t let Nancy touch her.

or, Robin Buckley, through Nancy's eyes

forgot i had this in my drafts, but what better time to post some summer pining than *looks outside* a brisk november day

#ronance #ronance fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #thriving in the apocalypse #nancy pov was kicking my ass last night so i edited this instead lmao #anyway here's that nancy and robin and touch and subconscious pining thing i was writing like weeks and weeks ago #shout out to the life is strange 1 soundtrack for really hitting the vibes while i was writing this

[barbieaiden]

tristan gets older but those sad little eyes never change

#don't let them fool you though he's not completely unemotional at all but also. rarely sad #in fact i think he's thriving in the apocalypse environment lmao #like how would he be able to function if there were laws preventing him from killing people that bother him!!!!!

[huntunderironskies]

Been a while, huh? I wanted to put out some werewolf stuff that's been sitting around my drafts for a while. This is not fully adapted to the Lodge style guide yet, I was going to try and make it fit completely by putting in story seeds but I got stuck beyond just one and I figured that perfect is the enemy of the done.

So, the high concept here is a lodge that hunts hunters. More specifically, they primarily target Slashers, which they call the Others, but have been known to do pre-emptive strikes and be extremely trigger-happy against hunter cells that show any sign of corruption or backsliding at all.

Small note: their benefit needs some work, though I think the rest is functional. I kind of started at the idea of "what would ruin a hunter cell's day" and worked backwards from there. I would be interested in some feedback! I believe @enddaysengine suggested this name some time back? And without further ado...

The Final Lodge

Survivors, the Hunted, Weeping Wolves (amongst each other)

The Wolf must hunt.

Things other than the Wolf hunt, of course. That’s a given. But it’s not a Sacred Hunt. It’s something to do, not what they are.

Or at least, that’s what the Uratha have told themselves for all their history. By their own billing, the Final Lodge stands alone among the People by acknowledging the fact this isn’t true anymore. Some humans must Hunt. They are the Others, whose Hunt is debased and profane, done without respect for their prey or any purpose at all. They must die, down to the last.

The Survivors have been tracking these aberrations for decades. There is one obvious conclusion to make: they’ve been getting more common. The past five years have shown a geometric increase in sightings. And their statistics show another disturbing trend: the Others come disproportionately from humans who actively seek out the supernatural to destroy it.

Most werewolves find no issue with killing a cell of hunters that intrudes too far on their territory, of course, and especially bold Iron Masters have been known to deliberately manipulate human hunters into taking out threats to the pack. But so long as the humans don’t pry into werewolf matters and keep to their own territory, it’s best to leave them alone. Tracking down and murdering every single human who suspects that monsters are real is a fool’s errand. It’s the era of modern surveillance. Everyone knows. They just don’t want to admit it. And as long as they keep their secrets, it’s fine.

That’s just how we got into this situation, say the Hunted. Granted, trying to wipe out all of humanity would be absolute madness, but from the moment that a human takes a step into the shadows their lives are forfeit. Weeping Wolves stalk hunter cells, waiting for any signs of degradation, and strike when they do.

What they won’t admit in mixed company is they know it’s a lost cause. They fear that the number of the Others will only get higher as it becomes harder and harder to hide. And any scenario where that happens will be grim. The most cynical members of the Final Lodge believe these are the end days. But there won’t be seven seals, the world turning to fire, and angels descending from the heavens. It’s a slow, grinding, miserable process that will leave everything that the Uratha hold sacred as nothing more than ash and grave-dust. The world will devolve into a war of one against all as the corruption that creates the Others spreads.

And when man becomes a wolf to man, where will that leave the wolves?

Totem: Dakausu, One-Left-Behind

Dakausu is an old spirit for a recent Lodge, born out of the bloody history of Wilmington, North Carolina. She is Lady Death, the Mourning Woman, a beatific figure with a skeletal face and glittering finery, hiding her face from the world lest they see the decrepit, rotting horror underneath. Despite what her appearance might suggest, she isn’t a spirit of death. She’s a spirit of grief. The Survivors claim that she feels the pain of all those left behind from indiscriminate hunters, and so she urges her adoptive children to take their bloody revenge. Or, better yet, make sure that she will have nothing to mourn.

Aspiration: Emerge from a conflict as the last one standing.

Ban: Once per lunar month, the werewolf must make an offering of money or goods (composing of at least one Resource dot) to the loved ones of a victim of her Sacred Hunt.

Benefit: The Hunted have a knack for disrupting teamwork. Those attempting to use a teamwork action in the presence of the Survivor or any teamwork action at all that would impede them or their pack, regardless of whether or not the Uratha is aware of it, must roll 7 successes to gain an exceptional success against them. If a teamwork action against them fails, they take the Steadfast Condition. Furthermore, if they were not aware they are being threatened, are intuitively aware someone is attempting to harm them, though they won't know any specifics about the instigators or what their goals were.

Sacred Hunt: You can scent the broken on the wind. Anyone who has reached Integrity 3 or lower smells like rotted gore and dried blood. You take a +2 bonus and 8-again on all Perception and tracking rolls against them because of their distinctive scent.

#werewolf the forsaken #chronicles of darkness #i need to do some writeups for wilmington #but the chronicle i set in it is called “the kingdom is on fire” for a reason #things are uhhhhhhh bad and the final lodge is far from the only apocalypse cult to spring up out of the city #there is also a disproportionately high number of slashers and other very unfortunate things due to a lot of wounds #which means that the uglathu are thriving there #like i said it's all bad all the way down #ttrpgs #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpg #world of darkness #hunter the vigil

[alicent-targaryen]

TOMMY SHELBY ▸ Zombie Apocalypse!AU aesthetic board

#yes yes derived from 28 days later lol #can you imagine how tommy would own the apocalypse though? #it's a lonely cold ruthless kill-or-be-killed environment and he would *thrive* #whiskey + cigarettes + guns + horses = canon tommy #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #moodboard by ria #tv #peakyblindersedit #tommyshelbyedit #tw blood #tw weapon

[crown-ov-horns]

I hate being cynical about my faves but... Every mother has her favorites I guess

At the same time, in Apocalypse, she did turn to Madison first

#ahs #american horror story #ahs coven #cordelia goode #zoe benson #queenie #madison montgomery #nan #ahs meme #ahs fandom #memes #ahs apocalypse #i wonder why she had madison investigate michael and not zoe #i guess she needed zoe and queenie at the academy #and the mission needed a stone cold b #madison is much more likeable in apocalypse than she is.... well mostly in the end of coven #even a great mother like cordelia has her favorites #i guess she could never find out what happened to nan #nan was thriving in hell at least #and why didn't she try to kill madison? kyle and spalding hid the body... maybe that's why #or because madison refused to revive zoe

[vriskaserketdaily]

dont let the girlboss propaganda fool you vriska is a strugglewoman and right now she is struggling to come up with ideas for her d&d campaign (side note: i do not think d&d is very fun for the DM. and vriska is a born game master)

#vriska serket #mod 8 #homestuck #vriska #daily vriska #daily vriska serket #homestuck vriska #vriska homestuck #i KNOW she would thrive w a more episodic game like monster of the week or even. literally any other game but d&d #but shes trying. #making her life harder by homebrewing 90% of the setting & lore to the point where she's the only one in the party #whos even playing d&d anymore. everyone else in the group is playing 'historical cyberpunk swashbuckling apocalypse adventure. with elfs' #also her glasses are meant to be lopsided like shes kinda pushing them off her face

[wizardsimper]

I genuinely hate the idea that everything that doesn't forward the plot is filler, like sometimes we need moments to just take in the characters or landscape

#anytime a new show comes out that has like one episode i see so many people complaining that its filler #like i remember when the last of us show came out and so many people complained about episode 3 being filler #because it focused on the lives of two men who fell in love and thrived during an apocalypse #of course discussions were filled with homophobia too #but like one of my fave shows is the xfiles #in which most of it is “filler” #but those episodes are so fun #and help further develop the characters and their relationships with one another #which is so integral to the show itself #ramblings #the xfiles #the last of us #media #discussion #this can apply to so may pieces of media #although i did manage to sit through most naruto filler back in the day #so maybe im built different

[perles-infinite-fictional-love]

The soft ones live

Some kinda fanfic where Momo finds a human while exploring the outside. From Momo's POV.

You can pretend you're the human, and then bloop it becomes a Momo x Reader fanfic! Cool, right?

(please keep in mind Momo is speaking in his native language, i just wrote his lines in English for your convenience 🙂 Also you can read the human's POV here. It's the same story but from the human's POV.)

It had been a few days since the Walled City 99 opened up to the outside world. Despite their excitement, the outsiders didn't dare to venture too far from the city without preparations for a well-planned expedition. This new world was nearly alien to them, after all.

For the time being, they wandered the close surroundings outside of the walled city together, processing the unfathomable freedom they had been blessed with.

Momo was hoping to meet the little outsider again now that they were outside, but so far... No luck...

One day, Momo was standing outside alone, staring at the sun. It didn't hurt him in any way, having glass and image sensors instead of retinas, but he sometimes found himself mesmerised by the raw, powerful brightness of the celestial object, once only described in ancient texts...

"Mreow!"

The familiar sound sent an surge of surprise and happiness through him. He let out a high-pitched bleep as he quickly looked down to spot the cat.

Ah... But this little animal was mostly white, only some spots were orange, unlike the little outsider...

Although a little disappointed, Momo was glad to see a lifeform he considered friendly and trustworthy.

"Oh, hey there, cat..." He said with a small wave.

The cat didn't like that... This metal thing looked big and made unfamiliar sounds. So the cat ran away into the greenery.

"Uh-... wait!... Do you happen to know an orange cat??..." Momo, in his excitement, clumsily stepped over bushes and crouched under branches to follow the cat, getting his coat and hat stuck to trees a few times...

Wrestling with the vegetation, the face on his monitor changed into a sad frown... And eventually changed into an angry frown.

After a few minutes, he made it to a clearing. However, after looking around him, he finally had to accept that he lost sight of the cat... He shook his head and dusted some leaves off his coat, letting out a low wobbly sigh.

But then a sound he didn't recognize made him freeze like a statue.

It sounded like an empty spray can being forced to exhale what little air it still held. A hiss? No, it sounded like something... bigger.

With a fearful expression, he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

It took a moment for his facial recognition system to see it, but right there, behind a tree, a face was staring at him with wide eyes.

But it wasn't a companion.

This face did not glow, for it was almost part of the shadows of the trees. This face was round... It looked soft... a little bit squishy, hairless for the most part, and displayed such complex eyes, and a... a nose... None of these features shaped like the ones of a cat, no...

Yes, yes Momo was familiar with this facial structure... Well, sort of. The ancient posters and paintings he collected over the decades wouldn't lie to him, would they? He had almost no doubt... This being was... a soft one. A human.

Although he was mostly frozen in fear, Momo's monitor changed to display a speechless, surprised expression. He cautiously tilted his head, trying to get a better look, as he let out an sharp buzz of curiosity. It was kind of his way of gasping.

A human... The soft ones were still here... Could they really have been waiting outside, all this time?...

A long time ago, Momo and the outsiders once discussed the theory that some of the soft ones could still be outside, but that theory always felt more like fantasy! And yet, unless Momo was mistaking, it was right there before his very eyes.

However, the soft one in front of him didn't seem to like the attention. The human made a hushed high-pitched sound as their eyebrows lowered with fearful frown. They started slowly stepping backward, away from Momo.

"Oh... Oh no, please, wait!...." Shakily, Momo hurriedly shook his head and showed the palm of his hands, taking a step back himself.

He was so overwhelmed. What should he do!? This encounter could mean everything... it could change the world forever, both for the companions, and for whatever was left of the humans... What if he screws it all up??...

Zbaltazar would have done a much better job at handling this encounter. Momo just knew it...

He tried to remember everything he's ever read about humans, as fast as possible.

Although he could read and write in the ancient texts of humans, he didn't know how to pronounce human words... Audio recordings of humans in the slums were so scarce... Yet another human art the companions had lost over the centuries...

But he remembered something... an ancient poster of human times he used to own... The poster featured the word "peace" under a human hand holding up two fingers... It was such a colorful poster, he missed it.

Without wasting any more time (since the human kept slowly inching away), Momo held up two fingers on both of his hands, showing them to the human.

"Peace!... Do you understand?... Peace..." He said in his companion bloops and bleeps, as he nodded his head a little insistently. "Peace..." He repeated, as if it could help in any way.

The human stopped, and squinted their eyes at Momo.

Momo would be holding his breath, if he had any. He now put a hand to his chest. "I'm... Momo!... Uhh-..." He hesitated, then traced the human letters on his chest... "M-O-M-O".

The human blinked and opened their mouth to speak. "...Momo...?"

"!..." Momo let out a high-pitched computer tone of excitement. A human pronounced his name in the ancient tongue? A human pronounced his name in the ancient tongue!!... "...MmO-mO..." Momo repeated, twisting and adjusting his bloops and bleeps to mimic human pronunciation... his pronunciation wasn't perfect, but it was good enough. And then, his monitor turned into a blissful smile, as he nervously yet excitedly put his hands together.

The human was staring with less fear now, and even decided to take a step forward and mutter something... Sadly, Momo still didn't understand human speech.

Momo's expression turned from a blank one to a sad frown, as he shrugged apologetically.

"I'm sorry... I-... I don't understand..." Momo blooped.

The human raised an eyebrow at him, eyeing him up and down.

Momo tapped the tips of his index fingers together a few times, then pointed a finger up. "But I can read and write!..." He tilted his body a bit to the side and mimed the action of holding a pencil and writing on a piece of paper. "Write...!"

The human stared, visibly hesitating, then carefully traced the word "H-E-L-L-O" in the air.

Momo was tilting his head a bit, watching attentively. "...Yes. Yes that means hello! Hello!!..." He straightened his head and excitedly yet awkwardly waved to the human.

The human's expression softened, now fully replaced by curiosity, and a very very subtle smile. The human hesitantly waved back, and spoke again in the ancient tongue... "Hello..."

Momo's monitor once again displayed a cheerful smile, as he let out a high-pitched coo. "hEll-O..." He again tried to mimic human speech.

The human seemed to react well, although they still looked very confused.

But Momo could barley contain his excitement now. "This is amazing... I know you can't understand what I'm saying, but I have so much to tell you. We've come so far, and I have so many questions..."

Although the human didn't understand anything, they stared at Momo attentively with friendly curiosity, with a raised eyebrow.

"...Hah..." Momo shyly put a hand behind his head, realizing he was acting a little silly. "Would you... follow me??... If- if we can just go get a notebook and a pencil...!! Please!..." He gestured the human to follow him, taking a few steps back, then put his hands together in a begging way.

The human frowned a tiny bit as they stared at him, glancing to the side just a few seconds, showing some hesitation... Then finally took a few steps towards Momo.

Momo let out another bloop of excitement as he nodded eagerly.

He didn't waste time, and started heading back to the entrance of the city, constantly checking on the human following behind. He even continued talking about how excited he was, about the companions, about where he was leading the human and why... Almost like he already forgot the human couldn't understand him right now.

It was the beginning of a world-changing connection.

#stray game #stray fandom #stray game fanfic #stray momo #momo x reader #stray momo x reader #idk how to continue this because i cant decide if the present humans are thriving in a futuristic society or just post-apocalypse survivors

[eskawrites]

find the word!

tagged by @lavenderstobins and def using this as an excuse not to work on a monday morning, so thank you! <3

rules: search your WIPs for the words you're given and share the extract they're from.

the words i was given are: laugh, throat, blue, care, eyebrow and friend.

laugh, from thriving in the apocalypse (working title: battle in the woods, robin gets hurt)

Robin reaches her free hand toward him. He takes it and brings it to his cheek. “I’m sor—” “Don’t you dare.” It’s barely a breath, the seriousness of it wrapped so prettily in the rasp of her voice. “You saved me, dingus. Remember?” Steve’s laugh is real this time. Robin brushes her thumb over his cheek as the tears start falling. He gulps and shakes his head again. “Stop comforting me. You’re the one bleeding out on the ground.”

throat, from the charmed au (i am human, and i need to be loved)

“No. We…” El speaks slowly, not like she’s hesitating, but like she’s unsure of how the words feel in her mouth. “Are sisters.” No, the world isn’t falling out from under her. It’s crashing down around her. Robin feels her pulse in her throat. Something is ringing in her ears. She almost loses her grip on the flashlight, the beam wavering between them all. The other two don’t seem to notice. Max shakes her head a little. “No, we’re sisters.” She gestures between herself and Robin. Annoyance has crept into her voice now. “But we don’t even know who you are.”

blue, from the nancy pov

Nancy watches the flex of her shoulders—bare with the dark blue cut-off she’s wearing today. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering her arms, the sides of her torso, the back of her neck beneath her hairline—shorter than ever in a stylish boy’s cut that’s so neat and soft it must be new. So many of her freckles are on display, even more prominent than usual after a hot summer. Nancy doesn’t realize she’s staring until Robin catches her. But all Robin does is smile at her. She wipes the sweaty hair from her face and heads back down to the truck, leaving Nancy to shake herself off and thank whatever higher power might be listening that Max and Dustin are too busy arguing about what should go on the end table to have noticed.

care, from an untitled nancy ptsd thing

Holly and Robin both just…keep drawing. She can hear arguing drifting up from the basement. She wonders what happened after the group defeated the gnolls. If they decided to rest or keep exploring. If they sat around talking about her meltdown, and how stupid it was that she stormed off, and how much it sucked that Robin had to leave them just to go take care of her. “Hey.” Robin taps her foot against Nancy’s beneath the table. When Nancy looks up, she grins. “Pass me the green?”

eyebrow, from a cfdau doc just titled 'extras and futures'

Robin tries—she tries—to be serious, but she can’t bite back her grin. Nancy narrows her eyes, amused and annoyed already, and that’s all the incentive she needs to say, “Is this actually your proposal, Wheeler? Because I know I’m pretty laid back, but I at least expected a ring or something.” “Or something?” Nancy raises an eyebrow and rises on her knees, reaching up to cup Robin’s face and tilt her head up gently. “I can work with or something.” Before Robin can come up with a response—not that she would, not with Nancy looking at her like that—Nancy leans down and kisses her, hard and hot and open. She kisses her until Robin lets out a desperate, breathless whimper, and then she pulls back, a perfect, smug little smirk on her lips.

friend, also from the untitled nancy ptsd thing

“Thanks,” she says at the end of the day, when they’re parting ways at Nancy’s front door. At Nancy’s questioning look, she smiles at her, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. Nancy stares at that smile, wondering yet again how she can manage it after everything. Monsters and murderers and spending the day with a girl who doesn’t even know how to hang out with a friend anymore. But she smiles anyway, and Nancy knows her well enough to know that it’s as genuine and natural as the rest of her. “I’m really glad you invited me over. We should hang out again soon, okay?” Nancy nods. She realizes she’s still staring at her smile and looks up at her eyes instead. “Okay,” she whispers.

I'm tagging @smileweakandwrong and @lesbianlotties and you, if you so wish

Your words are glass, remain, unlikely, loyal, and wrong.

#writing things #wip games #thank youuu i love shit like this #nancy pov #celebrity fake dating au #charmed au #thriving in the apocalypse

[pochapal]

happy october 11 to all who celebrate

#:) #life is strange #hey remember when on coming out day 2013 the physical manifestation of queer girls rage destroyed every institution that did them harm #congrats to max chloe kate and victoria for going through hell and coming out the other side alive and thriving #and pour one out for rachel amber who died with enough fury to posthumously bring the apocalypse down on the town that killed her #rot in hell arcadia bay you were unsalvageable

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

i refuse to believe all those bitches were evil. no fuckin way

#give them some infrastructure #a somewhat functional monarchy #maybe some healthcare #a little pinch of veterans benefits #the works #they gonna thrive you have no idea #i know four knights of the apocalypse probably won't look at this At All but GOD I WANT TO SEE IT #SHOW ME ZELDRIS BEING THE FIRST ACTUALLY FUNCTIONING KING AND ALL THE DEMONS GO *surprised Pikachu meme* #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #lmao #look at him go #zeldris #four knights of the apocalypse #shitpost

[genialtomfool]

Me zombie style

#zombie #ummm #traditional art #little sketch #zombie apocalypse #? #blood #VIOLENCE EVEN #gore warning #!!! #tell me if i need 2 tag anything else but i dont think so #i loge zombie apocalypse #i would thrive #i would do so well #hashtag axe murder #hehehehhehehe #me when i get excited and repeat my pronouns #is that funny no but i said it #too many tags #hope you read through them all #waste your time #sorry some of this is shit i lost my eraser this morning idk where it went #i dont even have a normal one i just use like the little pencil topper things #its blue let me know if you see it. i assume youre all rats in my home

[kimiibo]

what the fuck that was literally the best sorry video of all time

#my apocalypse au obsession is THRIVING #sorry boys #the sorry boys

[hekateinhell]

honestly can I just say I'm having mild pandemic déjà vu when I'm not supposed to go outside for days because of wildfire smoke and then there's increased animal attacks in the area and animals dying from smoke inhalation in the street but I still have deadlines and paperwork and presentations due and it's business as usual only it's not because our nerves are shot

#ngl i am not thriving rn #just gonna think vampire comfort thoughts my entire way through the apocalypse #hekate.txt

[bigdvmnhero]

bad future timeline except f!donnie builds obnoxious shelldon-shaped speakers that blast the most aggressive, ear-destroying phonk in the rare occasions he leaves the base to join the resistance in battle

the kraang:

the kraang: why do i hear boss music

#this is so stupid but im in my hard phonk phase #donnie would BODY this shit #his evil scientist swag would thrive in the apocalypse #but he'd make sure to be stylish abt it #a.text #this is going in a fic btw

[victim9d]

I fear the real twd au for cassie would involve being stuck in grady for years or being a victim to any of the numerous groups we saw

#shes just so.... victim coded #she is passive and scared and severely mentally unwell girlie is not thriving in the apocalypse #esp when every 5 people u meet r some form of predator and u r the most easy to manipulate human alive