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grickle14 · 20 days
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Prepared.
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tony-stark-ing · 4 months
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He dares.
Avengers (2010) issue #3
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slaughter-gore · 9 months
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sorry it’s been literally forever but school just started so I’m a bit stressed out but these two have been rotting my brain for weeks now
here’s some apocalypse Abetoph!!! I wanted to draw one of em as a zombie and I just got done with that one fanfic and it actually ruined my life. Except in my drawing everything’s the same exept Topher is rotting 😋
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A Survivor's journal | a simon and marcy ask blog pinned post !
Asks are currently: OPEN
incase it wasnt obvious, this is a roleplay account/ask blog!! my main account is @bebackthen ! unlike my ice king blog, this one will follow a more mature theme and be generally darker in overall tone, instead of the soft angst in the ice king blog. this blog, specifically, is from the point of view of simon and marceline during their time together after the events of the mushroom war.
this blog will contain imagery and details contained within the "marcy's super secret scrapbook" book (such as the inspiration for the cover!), but i will make it clear that the book is NOT fully canon. i just will be including some details from the book, such as simon being an artist, the homework marcy does, and story/character notes. but things will not allign fully with the book simply because it contradicts what is shown in the show and id prefer to stick with that lore.
instead of asks being sent to the characters via phone or in-universe characters, the asks within this blog will SOLELY be heard by simon and only simon, as hallucinations due to the crown. the hallucinations will start out small, and as the ask blog grows so will the intensity of his hallucinations! of which you all will have help affecting. aside from the asks being hallucinations, of which you must specify out of when sending in an ask. there will also be multiple different "types" of asks/ways to impact the story! hallucinations via ask box, miracles, and disasters.
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hallucinations: when sending an ask you can choose between auditory, visual, sensational! auditory is stuff like voices, noises, and the like. visual would be visions (be it of the future, past, or nothing in particular), and sensational would be anything involving touch! such as feeling phantom hands on him or the ghost of breath on the back of his neck.
miracles: when sending an ask, or participating in a vote/event you can have the opportunity to send miracles! miracles are things like food/items that may help them along their journey, the luck to find a still standing shelter, the ability to get out of a sticky situation. of course, not everyone can just give out miracles, big miracles such as finding shelter/getting out of a situation will be voted on via community polls! but everyone can send miracles. of course, but just because it gets sent their way doesnt mean they will get it.
disasters: disasters, like miracles, are ways you can directly involve yourself in their journey! when sending an ask, or participating in a vote/event you can have the opportunity to cause disastrous situations. disasters are things like enemies/dangers that they may come across along their journey, the chance to avoid/encounter hoards of oozers or a freak storm, and the ability to get shoved into a sticky situation! of course, not everyone can just hand out disasters, big events such as hoards of oozers/a big storm will be voted on via community polls! but everyone can send disasters. of course, but just because it gets sent their way doesnt mean they will encounter it.
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Timeline layout:
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this is a general timeline that i will be following, with images to give more clarity to the scenes im referencing. i will be including key scenes within the ask blog, of course, but it might take time. after all! this is a prequel for my ice king blog! it ends the same as canon, with simon leaving marcy since he considers himself a danger. if you have any questions regarding the timeline, headcanons, or other, please ask under this post or @bebackthen ! i can go into more depth if people are interested.
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the rules for the blog are simple
- you can be mean to to the characters, but ABSOLUTELY no NSFW asks.
- please be patient, I am slow to update due to the fact this blog will be completely colored and rendered! more-so than my ice-king blog.
- feel free to ask me to tag things! i plan on tagging triggering content as well as giving warnings when they crop up. aside from the general warning on this post.
- feel free to spam likes, and reblogs! I actually appreciate it! but dont spam asks, make sure they are thought out, please.
- make sure you specify what kind of ask you send ! if you do not i will take creative liberty.
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and for our first event!! you will get the chance to vote on how the first time marcy sees the crown in action goes! this will likely only be a short scene, as we know he doesnt use the crown often around her until after the incident with the clambulance, but that also gives me full creative freedom for why and how marcy sees him use the crown for the first time!
place your ideas in the comments of this post and then i will make a post on @bebackthen to vote on the top comments!
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devilish-parrot · 17 days
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cant wait for the litwtc episode this week for after the expexted due date for the apocolypse
will they change format or something from "what if" to "OH GOD PLEASE DO THIS, IT HAPPENED TO MY NEIGHBOUR AND TRUST ME YOU DO NOT WANNA END UP LIKE THAT"
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eternalgyu · 13 days
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'♡' 🃏 ₊🌃 ₊˚ෆ
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'♡' 👁 ₊ 🥀₊˚ෆ
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blood-grove · 7 days
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scar trails
now -> next life (wip)
-> tws; injuries , gore , sickness , death , vomiting (basically everything you think to expect in a zombi apocalypse)
-> older brother!kyle & black child!reader
-> a/n: okay so right this has been in my head for days now..so hear you go! also boom the reader is black bc why tf wouldnt they be (ive been dying to write abt a black!reader for so long as a black person)
-> n/n - nickname
y/n - your name ofc
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"n/n c'mon" I huffed as I dragged them away from the bugs they were fawning over ignoring there complaints as we kept walking.
We needed to keep heading toward the countryside but ever since Y/N got sick I've had to make us take detours for medicine, extra food, non-expired cough medicine to try and give them some relief, and looking extra for warm sleeping spots that weren't a walker nest.
It was just a cold I knew it was, I tried my best to keep them from worrying about turning.
They'd be okay once we reached Grandpa's.
I had been avoiding eating for a while I know it's dumb but they needed the food the more they ate the quicker they'd recover.
I wish I paid attention to Moms cooking more she always knew the best food to eat while sick, I had snatched a cookbook from a while back but it'd be no use with what we have.
Y/N had been a trooper throughout this all I honestly didn't know what to say we've been out here two months now and they've been going on strong.
I know they terrified though so am I but we have to keep moving.
"Are we there yet?"
"Y/n please don't start!—"
"I was quiet for five minutes like you said!"
I could just feel that cheeky grin on your face as we walked along the railroad not like any trains would be coming threw anytime soon.
It's been fifteen minutes of 'are we there yet' and I've considered turning into a walker.
We finally reached the next town that I figured out on the map, It was empty like the rest but on the next step closer to the country I saw a medicine store and grocery store and headed for them Y/n in tow.
"Do you think they have candy?! Can we get some please?"
Y/n whined as we entered the grocery store luckily still remembering to keep there voice down as I huffed.
"Look if the candy looks..alright we can get one box okay? But we need the space for food.." I whispered as I scanned the small shop's isles zoning in on packaged and canned food.
Dropping our rather light bag to the side to fill up checking the dates as I either tossed them in or tossed them aside.
Y/n went to the small section of the candy isle before coming back with a box for me to examine.
"Look it's those chewy ones mom gets!"
"Mm.. They look fine throw them in your bag.. I think we've got enough for the week now.."
I frowned slightly as I zipped up the bag hoisting it back on me it was certainly heavier but it'd be worth it.
Y/n carried their own bag but it was just medicine and there plushie I insisted I could carry them both but they wouldn't budge or let go.
I wish I was more vigilant we had moved on to the pharmacy Y/n was deciding which flavor medicine they wanted which honestly since it was warm liquid cough medicine it wouldn't taste good regardless.
Then the door opened again.
Now we both hid behind the cashier counter I gripped the handgun our parents gave me like our lives depended on it which it did.
Y/n huddled close to me keeping quiet despite their trembling.
I've never shot really anyone with the gun walkers or people.
People were iffy during these times.
We just avoided them even if it meant on missing out on shelter or food were not idiots.
The person stepped behind the counter and we pushed ourselves further under the counter basically squeezing each other to be smaller in the cramped space.
"I know you there no point n' hiding just come out and show yourself."
He sounded older his voice rough from either age or cigs nearly as familiar as Grandpa he'd just used to go on about not wasting your lungs on the things in that gravelly voice of his.
But this wasn't Grandpa of course.
A quick look at Y/n who was on the verge of sobbing.
I flicked the handguns safety off as I stepped out aiming it at the much larger man now that I had a better look at him.
He had backed up a bit when he caught sight of the handgun despite the obvious lack of experience I was probably showing.
Sweaty palms and trembling hands.
He looked older of course not so old that I could just rush him and hope one of his aging body parts acted up, He was clearly a bit more prepared than us his gear looked professional.
Military.
Not like the two school book bags that used to hold both of our homework that were slowly getting holes in them now carrying the only possessions you both had left in the world besides each other.
"Look mate- I don't mean you any—"
"Shut up."
My voice cracked as I inwardly cringed at the attempt to sound tough gripping the gun tighter.
"..I don't mean any harm okay?.."
The man shifted as he looked at me or mainly my gun I guess mentally deciding if I was bluffing with blanks or actually knew how to shoot.
Y/n was still huddled under the counter hidden.
"..Were your parents at? Seem a bit too young to be out here on your own."
I just glared further.
"..Go away."
"Kid..I-"
"Leave or I'll fuckin' s-shoot you-"
My hands trembled as I straighten his posture.
He just nodded as he left hands still up in the air in an unconvincing attempt to fool me that he wasn't a threat.
As soon as he left and didn't try to sneak back into the store I grabbed our bags hastily sacrificing some food so we wouldn't be slowed down making sure to snatch some medicine reminded by Y/n's coughing and now sobbing fit.
Picking them up despite them not being that smaller than me as we both left the area with haste.
We have to reach the countryside.
I want to go back to getting in extra sleep for summer break and staying up late at night with Y/n, Mom, And Dad watching shitty horror film and eating ice cream.
But now the summer heat was unbearable at time the too cool nights just made me worry for Y/n's cold.
I just want to go home and be a kid.
Why do I already feel so old?.
a/n: yeahh yup didnt plan this one out..
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that-girl-glader · 10 months
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I feel so bad for those who have never read/watched TMR, Hunger Games, The Giver, Divergent, Farenheit 451, or TLOU because HOW ARE THEY GOING TO SURVIVE BRO. I just watched a tiktok video thay just "proved" a point I've been saying. Those books, that genre is GOING to become Historical Fictio. I SWEARRR. BECAUSE HOW IN THE ELON MUSK do you expect us to not end up there, how in the billionairs drowning in a submarine do you expect us not to get there. Let's be so fr right now. Atleast dystopian fans are PREPARED.
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poisonedprose · 11 months
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the ellie williams moodboard ! - 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.
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deadgirlsal · 5 days
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OC BASED OFF A SONG MY FRIRND GAVE ME (lyrics in art r misheard on purpos)
shes a sentient zombie girl who hanged herself but was resurrected by some scientist idk 😘
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get-beaned-bois · 4 months
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Just realized I forgot to post my Fallout themed moodboard/collages.
(I used Landing to make these. That app is gold fr, I'd suggest it)
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grickle14 · 10 months
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Always plan ahead. 
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faerendipitious · 10 months
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The Role of a Protector (Yandere x Fem! Reader)
warnings: slight manipulation, misogyny if you squint
she/her pronouns, non descriptive reader.
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His own grunts and heavy breathing filled his ears along with the crunching of leaves and sticks under his heavily worn boots, only temporarily stopping when he stopped to take a deep breath in, his lungs burning and heart beating fast. 
“Sammy!”
His face tensed up at the mention of his name, brown meeting forest green that sternly looked at him from a few feet ahead of him. The large frame of the older male was turned toward the younger leaner body behind him, the older male gestured his head forward. “I don't remember saying we were taking a break.” he reprimanded him sternly before facing forward again and trekking through the forest.
Sammy glared at him from behind and mocked him under his breath, deepening his voice and gripping the rope that was wrapped around the carcass dragging behind him. “I don't remember volunteering for hunting duty yet here we are..” He huffed before resuming the walk back to the compound, muscles screaming for a break he knew we wouldn't be able to get until dinner time. As he walked, he glanced back at the deer he had killed a few hours ago. A precise and deadly arrow wound behind its shoulder. The hunting session wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, probably because he has experience with shooting since he is more than often on watch tower duty.
The walk back though…
Sammy decided to just zone out. Think of literally anything else to take his mind off the straining of his arms. A shower, seeing her, dinner, washing his hair, holding her, his mother, what he is going to do on watch tower duty tomorrow, her hands, changing out of these clothes, her lips…
Her.
(Y/N),
His (Y/N).
Possibly the only thing keeping him from leaving the god forsaken compound and going solo. Sammy looked at the sky as he stopped, barely paying attention when Z (as he preferred to be called) yelled to the people on the gate to open it and let them in. The rumble of the metal gate was muffled as he looked at the orange sky, sunset casting a beautiful light over the area. Sammy wouldn't consider himself one to pay much attention to the nature around him, but she did. Her and her worn out sketchbook, and he bets if he angled his head he could see her…
He chuckled as he noticed her sitting on the roof of the dining area, having found a way up there when they were just kids whilst climbing up trees. He handed off the rope to one of the skilled cooks who would take the deer off to the kitchens to prepare for future meals and quickly snuck off to the trees that would give him a way to reach her.
“Alright Sammy, good job today! Tomorrow I’ll have you-” Z spoke at the same time Sammy walked off behind his back, cutting himself off when he noticed the boy was no longer there. “I’ll kill him.” He frowned and sighed, deciding to just let it go this one time in favor of washing up.
(Y/N) was focused on her drawing, drawing the trees and landscape to the best of her ability. So focused she was on her drawing, she barely noticed the larger frame slowly walking on the roof until her items were snatched right off her lap. “HEY-” She snarled quickly, stretching her hands to get her things back with anger until she realized who had them. Her anger quickly faded and a bright grin erupted on her face and eyes lighting up. “Sammy!” She excitedly said his name, sending a flurry of heat through his body. 
“Hey sunshine.” He patted her head with the sketchbook and carefully sat down next to her, relief filling his body at finally being off his feet. She was essentially vibrating in excitement at his presence and quickly wrapped her arms around him as soon as he got comfortable, “You're back! How was hunting?! Did you kill a lot of things?! Did you see other people?!” She spat out questions while shaking his body back and forth. “Also you're really sweaty!” The bubbly and brutally honest girl informed him as if he didn't already know.
Sammy smiled and lightly pushed her off. “Good, I killed one thing, no, and yes I know. No one told you to hug me so now you have to deal with it.” He answered her question and wrapped his arms around her tightly so she couldn’t get away. She giggled and jokingly gagged in response “You’re so gross.” She laughed in his arms, but made no effort to actually get away. 
Sammy laughed with her and eventually removed one arm from her form, keeping one around her shoulder. He placed the sketchbook back in her lap, but kept that hand on her leg. “Y’know Sammy-Wammy I’ve been thinking.” (Y/N) started. He already felt his mood start to drop slightly, he could already tell where this conversation was going to go. “(Y/N)...” He warningly said her name, but her fingers covered his mouth before he could continue. 
“Shh! Let me finish!” She cut him off, not noticing how he was staring intently at her fingers on his face, almost tempted to bite them. “I’ve been getting really good with the knife you gave me! I’ve been practicing and training like every day!” She stressed with pleading eyes. “I’m almost as good as you!” (Y’N) stated. 
Sammy raised an eyebrow and moved her fingers off his face. “And yet you still have no spacial awareness, otherwise you would have noticed me sneaking up on you.” He shut her down with a bit of condescension in his tone. He noticed her deflate a little but kept going. “We all have our roles here, people like me protect people like you.” He softly placed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. “It has always been like that, and it is not going to change. You understand? I gave you that knife as a last resort weapon, best case scenario you never have to use it unless you’re skinning something for dinner.” He spoke to her, watching her eyes flick down in defeat. 
“Besides! How am I supposed to make sure you’re safe if you’re out there with the risk of running into the wrong people and getting injured. In all honesty if anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do!” He laughed to pass it off as a lighthearted joke, although the way his grip on her shoulder tightened may have suggested otherwise.
“I guess..” (Y/N) murmured, disappointed that he shut her down so easily. ‘Well it's not like I have to tell him if I decide to volunteer for hunting duty. It’s not like he’s my owner.’ She thought, lost in her thoughts. She failed to notice the dinner bell going off and Sammy standing up to head off the roof.
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Coming Sammy!”
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authors note: omg very first post, I am very new to tumblr so any suggestions and tips you have for me I will gladly take them!
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lunaiz4-misc · 4 months
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Thinking about the specific genre of book/show/media in which there is a portal to dinosaur world, then something terrible happens to Earth and they have to colonize it.
I find that... problematic, for a number of reasons, but you have to admit "settlers in dino world" is pretty freaking cool. So here's my idea.
Someone basically builds Jurassic (or whatever period you fancy) Park. The full ecosystem, down to the tiniest organism, using science/magic of some description.
Something horrifying happens. Maybe, like, undead bees or something. We can't breed resistant ones because the zombie ones eat their brains. IDK, zombie bees sounds fun, and is honestly way more realistic than zombie humans, but you could do a lot of things here.
The Jurassic ecosystem is uniquely suited to survive this disaster. Maybe it's temperature. Maybe it's pollinators that aren't bees. Whatever the reason...
To prevent total ecological collapse, lost modern species are replaced with Jurassic ones.
POST APOCALYPTIC DINO WORLD.
You're welcome.
I may try to write this myself, but if we're being honest I've never written anything longer than ten pages and this really wants to be an anthology of short stories or maybe SEVERAL novels, so if you like it... please have at it.
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h01vd4l · 1 year
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chthonicathenean · 17 days
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Apparently this eclipse was a rapture? I'm not sure how to count the number of "end of the world"s I've been through because based on this website it's 47 but that only counts the future predictions of the end of the world based on the Wikipedia article which doesn't include Ragnarok in 2014 or 2020 in general (it has one person's prediction that the end of the world would be in 2020 but not all the portents that happened).
The near-apocolypses that I can recall are Y2K, the 2012 Mayan calendar reset, Ragnarok in 2014, and 2020 in general where one of the memes was Apocolypse Bingo. I guess there's a few instances where some guy's Rapture cult got big enough to actually be news but I can't remember specifics.
Does anyone else remember any significant "the world is definitely ending" moments?
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