#dystopia AU

[somerandomdudelmao]

…oh well

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#dystopia au

[kaysdenofchaos]

A few DTIYS pieces I did on twt for @thegunnsara + @alexthenerdbird !! Y’all have the coolest lookin AU designs fr fjdbnddn :]]

#art #digital art #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt art #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt Raph #rottmnt mikey #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamatowau #dystopia AU #rise dystopia AU #dtiysart #rottmnt dtiys

[copperpipes]

I just think they're neat

Been obsessed with this au lately, couldn't get it out of my head until I made this

Reaaaaaally love the design on this one @somerandomdudelmao and I'd like to think that the 'hair' is actually the ripped piece of metal from the back of the head just shoved forward

🧡 robohobos

#cass creature #dystopian au #robo cass #Custom Automated Salesperson #dystopia au #my art

[justlookingaroundfor-fun]

Okay uh, I wans't specting all of this and uh- I was like in shock that Cass and Tapa just saw my post like "Oh. my. JESUS!!!!!- ", yeah that was me and uh..... Have this! I'll try to adapt to all of this you know- thank you! (Please warn me in case I write something wrong, my English might just not be good some times.)

#like #oh god thats happening #Tapa and Cass #im at service in case of war Captain o7 #dystopia au

[hodd1]

Greetings. I've come to a question that hath been pestering me for the past few hours.

I'm sure you're well aware of Cass and Tap's Dystopian au versions :cough,which are frankly stunning,cough: and im curious to see whether thou hath one coming up that may or may not join in with the lil series

My girl would be an information trader. Well, she's not very good at the trading part. But the stealth and lack of boundaries and morals make up for it I guess.

#I wanted to do this from the beginning #but #mhm #work #let's just say she's been sleeping under Cass's counter the whole time #Yeah #that sounds right. #dystopia au

[tapakah0]

#quick practices because I wanted #Centipede's walk is interesting bit so stiff? I mean I added much more movement than they have exactly #dystopia au #tapa

[3d-made-by-paws]

Just a little sneak-peak of my possibly long-term project

I just want to make my small contribution to a bunch of fanarts of @somerandomdudelmao and their art, but my paws are not able to draw in 2d :(

So...

I do what I can.

Cas your creativity inspired me to get out of stagnation and start experimenting in my 3d hobby again. I am sure that everything will be fine in the future.

#im sorry if my text have mistakes #i still learning how words work #I have some problems with finishing projects #but a want to do something #Cass #somerandomdudelmao #cass creature #3d #3d art #blender #dystopia au

[krazycat6167]

So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.

also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.

Doodles:

#somerandomdudelmao #tapakah0 #my art #Dystopia au #Mob’s character design session #cass fanart tag #i think #I’m probably not going to make more C.A.S. bots but just know C.A.S.7 or Cast is bird based (not sure which bird yet) and blue for my sis #small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body #Cash hates Castle while Castle is indifferent unless Cash tries to steal from her #Case is vibing with the farm life and making up little tunes #Cazz is a cross between the crazy old cat lady and a backwoods cryptid - they will stare at you from the shadowed depths of the scrap yard #while making commentary to the parts they keep for themselves and of those parts Benji is the favorite #Battery packs for C.A.S. units attach to the things that stick out their backs for the wires - except Cazz who made some internal modificat #No one knows exactly how since the mods are a chaotic hodgepodge of patchwork but they somehow work #Had a lot of fun watching others make stuff for the impromptu dystopia au the vibes of the world were awesome #Technically fanart #so yeah #enjoy!

[askuprisingrottmnt]

Does Usagi actually carry syrup in his pockets?

So... that's a yes.

Apparently Chizu makes fun of him for it so he didn't want me to know--imagine that! Tbh, I think it's cute lmao

~Leo

#ask #answer #leo answers #dystopia au #rise dystopia au #art #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #usagi yuichi #leosagi #syrup saga

[mint-yooxgi]

Until Your Lungs Give Out - Prologue

Yandere AU & Dystopian AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour, Sci-fi, Dystopian

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 1,331

Warnings: Minor violence mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I blame @anyamaris for feeding my ideas, and thus helping me create this. I plan for it to be almost a mix between Resident Evil dystopia (movies, specifically the third) and My Chemical Romance Danger Day's dystopia world. With robots! I really hope you all enjoy this little teaser hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist

The crackle of static sounds through your headpiece. The low hum of electricity surrounds you, what’s left of the city’s lights flickering above you as you race down the deserted streets. The heart of the city is a dangerous place, no matter how abandoned it might be. You’ll risk it any day of the week. 

You have to. There’s no other choice.

Long since has the world gone to shit. 

No, no major disease wiped out the planet. No virus that caused people to become the living dead, either. Humans are very much still alive, though their numbers dwindle every day, replaced by the Bots of Life, guaranteeing that people can never truly die. 

These androids are so lifelike, that you cannot easily tell the difference between them and humans unless you are looking for them. Emotions, memories, habits - they are all the same. 

Life Bots, another term for these machines, require a human host. Millions of underground facilities have been made to house the Sacrifices - unlawfully named, in your opinion - for the Bots of Life to thrive. All that’s needed is a specialized pod and a mind link, and humans never have to age again. They can live vicariously through their android counterparts, forever.

Great sale’s pitch! If humans actually got a choice in the matter… 

What’s left of humanity fight to survive, living in hidden suburbs and scraping to get by every day. Every Life Bot is programmed to deliver humans to their intended Sacrificial Pod, destroying what’s left of the living world.

No more hunger. No more strife, chaos, or pain. Only order, and peace.

All things which are easier said than done.

An interesting side effect early Life Bot integrators noticed was how suddenly, members of their family which had undergone the Sacrifice seemed to lose all previous autonomy. The Creator made sure to emphasize his ideals into the Bots of Life, nearly forcing every human associated with one to make the change. He wanted total control over every living human, holding their lives in the palms of his hand for his own gains.

Naturally, the humans rebelled.

War broke out, and now all that remains of the earth above sea level are wastelands. Deserts span more areas than they used to, cracked, dry earth giving way to dead zones not even the Life Bots dare to traverse.

Still, there are those unlucky enough to be forced to live above ground without any protection, unable to have afforded to buy their way into the luxurious underwater cities or air fortresses that had been massed produced for the majority of the upper class and wealthy in society. Those left behind are stranded, lest they be forced to become a Life Bot of their own.

That’s where you come in.

You are one of the last few survivors in this division who still remains on earth, fighting for the human’s survival. Looking out for the stranded is what you do best, and you’ve made taking down Life Bots look like it’s child’s play. Which is exactly why you’re racing to answer the distress call you’ve just received not even a mere five minutes ago. There seems to be one human in particular that keeps sticking his nose into trouble looking for spare parts and supplies. It’s starting to get on your nerves, for he also seems insistent to flirt with you every chance he gets.

Only this time, he’s not alone.

When you originally latched onto the signal, you heard at least three distinct voices calling for help. The noises in the background indicated a fight, so there had to at least have been two more people with them, holding off the Life Bots at the time. You just hope you make it before someone gets hurt. Or worse.

Revving the engine to your motorcycle, you pick up your speed. The distress call came from just around the corner two more blocks up, and from the littered corpses of Life Bots you can see lining the street, you know a fight has just taken place here not that long ago.

Rounding the corner, you skid to a halt.

The screeching of your tires on the asphalt draws the attention of the small group of about eight males that seems to be surrounded on all sides by a small hoard of twenty Life Bots. A few hold makeshift weapons, like broken pipes and a rusted crowbar, while two hold Laftas, specialized stun guns made for subduing the Bots of Life. One practically cowers on the ground amidst the circle of survivors, covering their ears and shaking uncontrollably as his friends surround him as best they can.

The moment you hop off of your bike, you notice a familiar male’s eyes light up, hope dancing on his features. A smile begins to stretch across his features.

A click of your helmet, and it retracts from your face, practically disappearing from sight.

“I told you she would come!” Wooyoung, your resident damsel in distress, and certified pain in your ass, cheers.

“Yeah, yeah,” the tall one with what appears to be a sniper riffle strapped to his back, rolls his eyes. “If we manage to get out of this alive, remind me to give you one of my chocolate bars from my hidden stash.”

The way Wooyoung’s eyes light up even further says it all.

“Can’t go one day without getting yourself into trouble, huh, Gopher?” There’s an almost teasing lilt to your voice despite the disappointed sigh you heave as you spring into action.

Drawing your katana from your back, you unholster your Lafta.

“Guilty.” He chuckles, shrugging lightly.

You get to work, slicing through the Bots of Life as if they were made of silk rather than metal. With your opposite hand, you manage to shoot every target you set your eyes upon, cleaning up this mess in no time. Once finished, you make a show of twirling your sword a few times before sheathing it, shoving your gun back into its holster with a firm thwack.

“There,” you send a firm nod in their direction. “Get yourselves someplace safe before more of them return. I don’t like making multiple pitstops for the same people in the same night.”

You turn around, moving back over towards your bike before a voice calling out to you from behind halts you in your tracks.

“Wait!” 

You spare the unfamiliar male a glance over your shoulder. He seems to have somewhat shaggy black hair, a black and red leather jacket covering his torso. A red birthmark rests beside his left eye.

“How can we ever repay you?”

You offer him a tight smile in return, noticing how more than just Wooyoung seems to be staring at you with wide eyes filled with awe.

“Keep yourselves out of trouble, and you won’t have to.”

The one crouched on the ground finally stands back to his feet. He rests a trembling hand on the shoulder of the male closest to him, who is also wearing a black and red leather jacket, but in a slightly different style.

“Really,” his voice comes out shaky, staring at you through thinly wired glasses. A tattered beige cardigan rests over his shoulders, a stark head of bright blue hair falling over his forehead and almost covering his eyes. “We should be able to do something.”

You huff slightly to yourself in amusement, finally crossing the last few steps to your motorcycle.

“Don’t worry about it.”

With a smooth movement, your leg is tossed over the seat, the engine revving to life. A click to your ear, and your helmet has rematerialized.

A final nod is sent their way before you’re racing back down the street, on the hunt for any more distress calls that might come your way for the night.

That is the last they see of you for two weeks, until your entire worlds come crashing down.

#cultofdionysusnet #yandere ateez #yandere kpop #kpop scenario #kpop au #dystopia au #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez x you #yandere wooyoung #yandere hongjoong #yandere san #yandere seonghwa #yandere mingi #yandere yeosang #yandere yunho #yandere jongho #jongho scenario #yunho scenario #yeosang scenarios #wooyoung scenario #san scenario #seonghwa scenario #hongjoong scenario #mingi scenario

[idk-im-just-here-now]

I saw the dystopia ocs made by @tapakah0 and @somerandomdudelmao and they immediately started microwaving in the brain

They so COOL LAKDKKSKS

#tapakah0 #somerandomdudelmao #dystopia au #everyone go check out their original designs theyre amazing #cass fanart tag #idk art

[somerandomdudelmao]

I did a simple sketch….and then kinda lost any control over myself ahahahah

@tapakah0

#dystopia au #tapa #cass creature

[lilyrizzy]

dystopia au? 👀

Here you go mate, sorry it's not very fleshed out oops

cw: dystopia au so general misery and pain that comes with that, and use of irl an girlfriend as a character that does not reflect my irl opinions of them!

It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.

When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him and waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be true.

On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living.

It’s happened before; drivers going mad.

It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing programme, it’s not a real photograph. Not like one Max would take himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.

Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like-

“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that Max knows better than to believe, but is exactly what Daniel is kept around for.

Max nods, and Daniel’s eyes bounce away from him, to Kelly, and then to the rest of the party. Kelly tugs him away before Max has a chance to say anything back. Not that he could, mouth bound shut. Not that he would know how to open it even without the muzzle, and not let something of the truth slip out. All the things he’d spent the last two hundred or more endless days imagining saying to Daniel.

Like, I missed you.

Max knows he doesn’t look good because that’s what Kelly's father wanted this time. For him to look skinnier at the start of the season, for his eyes to look sunken in. For it to look as though she has complete control over him, has ‘tamed,’ him, because the leash around his fucking neck is not enough. He’d heard the gasp when they first entered the room, when she paraded him right through the center of it.

They circle the party so that enough people see them together, another part of the show. The car Max will drive this season, which Daniel might get to drive a handful of times if he’s lucky, is spinning on a podium, lights beaming down so harshly that they make the paintwork glitter. It used to excite Max, when he had nothing else he cared about. Fingers itching to touch the body of it, one front wing enough to feed his family for a year if sold in the right place, not that it mattered once he’d made it. It was part of the deal of being a driver, that your family ate well.

Now, looking at it makes him tired.

He tries to both catch Daniel’s eye desperately, and to not look at him at all in varying intervals. Every time their eyes do meet, Daniel’s slide away as though there is nothing to see where Max stands, and Max tries to tell himself that it’s okay. That it is just because Daniel is just as good as playing the game as the FIA is. It’s always been Max who never got the rules.

You’re too fucking sweet, Daniel had panted over him once, holding Max’s hands down against the bed, above his head. Like it was a bad thing, dangerous. Something that might mean Max could hurt Daniel where not many people can anymore.

They make Max go on stage, and Kelly makes them let her lead him up there, too. He says some words about how grateful he is for the opportunity to drive for the FIA, that he hopes they can win another year to bring honour to Red Bull Racing, and when he looks for Daniel in the crowd, he can’t see him anywhere.

-

Alone, it goes like-

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says, voice hardly above a whisper but so gentle that all of Max’s doubts gush from him, water rushing back from the shore into the sea.

He opens his arms as soon as the door to his compartment is shut behind Max, and stepping into them is like a blissful lobotomy, everything outside of the room wiped from memory.

For these stolen moments there is just the two of them, their touch moulding each other new again.

“Checo, I do not think he will be driving so well,” Max says later, sweat cooling on his back where he lies against Daniel’s chest. Ear pressed against it so he can hear the thump of his heart, slowing now they’re no longer desperately moving against one another.

It feels a little cruel to wish for that, Checo out, when they all know what happens when you leave the FIA for good. He isn’t Daniel, nobody will paying him for his time and keeping him around.

But Daniel only hums, fingertips tracing over Max’s back. Years ago, when they first started this, Max would concentrate in silence and try to work out if they were letters, a secret message. Now they just feel like random patterns.

“If he did, you could be back in the car all the time,” Max tries again, but still nothing. “This would be better, do you not think, if you could-“

“Maxy, baby, let’s- Let’s not, okay?” Daniel interrupts, sounding drained.

“But- But Daniel, then they wouldn’t-“

The FIA would still let people hire Daniel, if they wanted, but there’d be less hurt. It’s too hard to drive a car and perform well with broken ribs, with bruises on your tailbone. With- With worse.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to think about racing,” Daniel sighs, and then he’s untangling himself from Max to sit upright, legs kicking round to dangle off the bed. For a moment, Max’s heart stops and he thinks desperately, please don’t go, we still have until morning, but then he sees that Daniel is just lighting a cigarette.

Then he’s getting back in beside Max, pulling him back close.

“I don’t want to think about racing,” he repeats, like he thinks Max will risk their time together fighting him on this.

“Well what do you want to talk about?” Max asks instead, looking up and watching Daniel inhale smoke through his lungs, then exhale it from his nostrils, plumes of it billowing from them like he is a dragon who could breathe fire.

Closing his eyes, Daniel sinks further into the pillows.

“Australia,” he says, and Max smiles.

This is a game Max knows how to play.

“I am almost done fixing the fence in the sheep’s pen,” he begins, tracing his own patterns on the skin of Daniel’s chest, connecting the bruises to mak constellations of pain. “I think I will just need your help to lift the gate back onto it’s hinges tomorrow morning.”

Daniel hums again, then says, “okay Maxy, but after I want to go to the beach. Think you’ll have time to make us some food to take down there, if we pack the blanket?”

Max nods, face pressed so close to Daniel’s chest his lips catch on his skin as he speaks.

“For you, I can make the time,” he promises, like it’s not one thing on a list of many that they never have enough of.

#dystopia au #i realise i would need to explain a lot of this for it to make sense opps #feel free to ask me wtf is going on and ill try to explain lmao #max/daniel #fic #thanks kate!!!:) #also if ive posted this before someone pls tell me 🤨🤨🤨 i cant rememebr

[holylulusworld]

Not a queen (7.5)

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, shy reader, arranged marriage, idiots in love (kinda), hangover, fluff, cuddling, mentions of groping during sleep

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

A/N: This was an outtake/deleted scene. I decided to post it as a shorter interlude chapter. So we are having chapter 7.5.

<< Part 7

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

“I want to leave the room today,” you demand. After last night you decided to not let the brothers take over your life. “One of you will go for a walk in the gardens with me. And the other will dine with me tonight.”

“Not so loud, mouse…” Nick doesn’t even lift his head. He buries his face in the pillow, groaning as his head is pounding. “My head hurts.”

“Same,” Bucky grumbles. The light is too bright, and your voice is too loud. “Please not so loud, doll. We can go for a walk tomorrow. Or in a week. Our guests will leave in the morning and we have all the time in the world for you.”

“Well, then. Get up to say goodbye,” you huff as they hide under the blankets. “I mean it. Nick, Bucky! Get up and say goodbye to your friends.”

“They’ll leave in secret. No one can know we met up with them,” Bucky grunts. “Now come back to bed, Y/N.”

“No.” You shake your head. “One of you tried to feel me up during sleep. I know it! You had your hand on my…my…”

“I barely grazed one boob,” Nick mutters under his breath. “You pushed my hand away too soon. I wanted to gently massage you, mouse.”

“You’re a pervert and tried to touch me in my sleep! That’s inappropriate, your highness.” You tug at the blanket covering Nick. “Get out of bed and go for a walk with me. The fresh air will help you with your hangover.”

“I don’t want to leave the bed. It’s raining outside, and much too earlier to get up. Come back to bed, Y/N.” You sigh deeply as Nick pats the mattress. “There is a nice spot between me and my brother.”

You roll your eyes at Bucky who pokes his head out from under the blanket. He smirks and licks his lips, something dirty in mind. “No.”

“Come here, doll. We promise to behave and not feel you up in your sleep again. I will keep an eye on Nick. He has naughty hands.”

Nick snickers at his brother’s words. “Bucky is no better, mouse. He will devour you alive if you let him.”

“Hmm…I do not trust you.” You cross your arms over your chest. They are not wrong. It’s barely 3 am and you are rather tired. “I’ll lie in the middle. But if one of you touches me, I’m gonna scream and then your secret will come out.”

Nick and Bucky sit up on the bed. They watch you crawl back onto the bed, smirking as you struggle to move under the covers.

“Ready, brother?” Bucky chuckles.

“Ready, brother,” Nick replies.

“What are you up to?” you squeak as the two of them press their lips to your cheeks at the same time. You giggle and laugh as the brothers become brave and move their lips to your neck. “Hey…you said no touching!”

“We didn’t say a thing about not touching you, only about groping,” Bucky purrs against your skin. “But we will behave now. Let’s go back to sleep. We need to talk about a lot of things in the morning…”

>> Part 8

Tags in reblog.

#nick fowler #bucky barnes #nick fowler x reader #bucky barnes x reader #prince!bucky #prince!nick #royal au #dystopia au #Not a queen (8) #maid!reader

[asterrioxs]

#oc: dys!cap #oc: dys cap #dystopia au #dystopian au #my art #my animations #animation #animatic #digital art #art #artstrx #animstrx #lore #oc #illustration #artwork #artists on tumblr #drawing #angst #cap lore lol

[tapakah0]

Yesss.

#cass #dystopia au #tapadoodles #quick doodles while I cannn #Look at her glowing and swimming #OKAY I CAN'T I want to animate her at night #some cool battle #and it all is glowing #Like BAM BOOM #Oh god and it will be full charged #GREEN