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mysharona1987 · 4 months

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Man, this is some science fiction capitalism dystopian bullshit.

#Science fiction #news #capitalism #anti capitalism #dystopic

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nestedneons · 8 months

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By kenva

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neofuturismdump · 5 months

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#scifi aesthetic #futuristic #illustration #cyberpunk #dark art #horror art #science fiction #dystopic #comic art #black aesthetic #cyborg

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0xkuyajay · 5 months

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In the city’s heart,

A giant sleeps, time whispers,

Nature’s embrace tight.

#cyberpunk #stories #mecha art #cyberpunk art #mechwarrior #battletech #dystopia #dystopic

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sourloverboi · 3 months

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#funny #memes #funny meme #emoji #funny memes #lol #meme #emotes #emote #lmao #dystopia #dystopic #dark humor #dark

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lolapath · 3 months

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Lucy Gray is free. No, she’s lost, gone.

I know we all want her to be free. She’s surely free from Coriolanus but being forced to live in exile is far away from freedom. Lucy Gray could never come back to 12 and reunite with her family. It would be too dangerous.

I’ve seen people who claimed Lucy Gray Baird was the only victor who got to experience peaceful life after the Games. Even if she escaped totalitarian regime, being banished without possibility to ever return to your beloved ones is nothing like the Life of a Victor…

There is a corelation to Wordsworth’s poem. Young Lucy Gray got lost in the forest. She was all alone, living only by herself - just like TBOSAS heroine. We don’t know her faith, only the loneliness accompaning her in the woods.

Freedom means being able to decide for yourself and Lucy Gray was forced to run away. If she never did, she’d be arested by the mayor or worse- by Capitol. A choice between survival and death is no choice at all.

Moreover, not only her persona was „imprisoned” but also her art. Any musical performances were prohibited (in D12) and Hanging Tree went on a black list.

The memory of Lucy Gray faded over the years. Yet, this oblivion was the closest to freedom.

#lucy gray #lucy gray baird #tbosbas #tbosas #coryo snow #coriolanus snow #snowbaird #lucy gray x coriolanus #sejanus plinth #opinion #thg series #thg #hunger games #the hunger games #tbosas opinion #dystopic #dystopia #maude ivory #katniss everdeen

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magictablecloth · 2 months

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⊹ Nature Reclaims ⊹ : : Photo via : : Pinterest

#nature #earth #naturecore #earthcore #dystopia #dystopic #aesthetic #photography #nature photography #mystical #earthy #ethereal #grunge #grungy aesthetic

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53v3nfrn5 · 3 months

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Factories in Japan ph. Tetsurou Kobayashi

#factories #🏭#japan #metalcore #grungecore #dystopia #dystopic #sadcore #architecture #metal #places #techcore #industrial

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discrotter · 7 months

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Dystopian fiction: In a world, where you have to pay to breathe...

Me: Motherfucker, food costs money. Just because it kills you slower doesn't mean we're not living in a dystopia. We have simply normalized living in it.

#anarchism #anarchy #marxism #socialism #leftism #food #food should be free #ya books #ya dystopia #dystopia #dystopic #hell world #anti capitalism #communism

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futurumterra · 1 year

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Marcel Deneuve - Meropis

#digital art #cyberpunk #dystopia #futuristic #futuristic art #futuristic architecture #futuristic city #dystopian art #dystopic #future #future cities

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technicallyclassyperfection · 2 months

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andy zito, 1984

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8bitskey · 1 year

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you know you don’t belong here.

you know you don’t deserve this.

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nestedneons · 3 months

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Depicting a dystopian vending machine era seems appropriate as I just enrolled in a smart contract coding apprenticeship...

By jilt with nightcafe

Cyberpunk art commissions

Ko-Fi

My ai workflows

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cyberm1nd · 1 year

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MV3 Eluna City

Guillem H. Pongiluppi

#cyberpunk #digital 2d #digital art #sci fi #dystopic

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femaleboysblog · 12 days

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do yall think we're going to have an

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 3 months

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APRICITY: flame of eternal winter | KTH | TEASER

apricity. (n) the warm of the sun during winter.

Pairing: deaf! partially blind! Taehyung x fem! Reader

Summary: It’s been 300 years since the world as we knew it, had ended. Man’s own creation had taken over society, forcing the people to go into hiding. At least those who were not deemed “worthy” of living in the machines’ perfect city. Three hundred years of eternal coldness. Three hundred years of living in fear, with the threat of death at the corner. But even in that eternal winter, a flower bloomed in between the chaos. Or in which you escape your supposedly perfect life and find yourself in the arms of Kim Taehyung. A man whose soul was more beautiful than the stars above the sky. A forbidden love. A protected chaos. And a story that should have ended with a kiss rather than bitter tears.

Warnings: angst, fluff, character death, heavy angst, dystopian! AU, artificial intelligence controls the world, futuristic! AU, death, blood, warm love, age gap, this story touches themes of physical disabilities as well as heavy discrimination, (more will be added with the entire story)

Word Count: 800 words (for the teaser)

In many ways, in many forms existed love.

In many stories, in many dreams there were feelings.

A human attachment. A soft design of the human heart.

You hummed to yourself as you sat down against the naked cherry tree. It was still beautifully mesmerising to you how people managed to live like this. Underground. Hiding from the machines that threatened to kill them if they were to step foot outside. You still wondered how people had adapted so quickly to living like this, always in the shadows of the eternal winter that had fallen over this world.

You felt Taehyung’s presence next to you before he sat down, offering you a warm smile as he leaned back against the tree, his leg touching yours and you sighed at the simplicity of this happiness you were feeling.

“You looked lonely.”

He spoke. His voice was deep and soothing you couldn’t help the calm smile that stretched over your lips. You turned to look at him, eyes meeting his own as you lost yourself in his dark galaxy and crystal ocean of secrets and desires.

“I was thinking.”

He read your lips as you spoke. Wishing for nothing else to hear your voice over all the sounds that existed around him yet he was unaware of their nature. How he wished he could listen to you talk during dinner or softly humming to yourself as you cooked something for him. He wanted to listen to you read to him before going to sleep, he wanted to listen to the words you spoke, not just read them through the soft movement of your kissable lips.

“You never told me how it was.”

Your head tilted and he continued, breaking eye contact as he looked beyond the vastness of the underground forest.

“You never speak of your life up there, in the High Ground. I know nothing of your past.”

His eyes met yours once more in a dance of emotions you couldn’t grasp. His blue eye felt like an open window to his soul, the key to his hidden secrets even if the world wasn’t seen through that beautiful blue ocean of his. While his brown eye, dark in its own perfection. Sincere in its own gaze, awaited for you to speak so that he could read. Awaited your answer. Patiently.

“It’s not something I’m proud of, nor something that joys me to remember.”

Taehyung grabbed your hand in his larger palm, a silent way of telling you it was alright. A silent way of saying he understood, at least to an extent. You squeezed his hand in quiet thankfulness. He knew it must not be easy to remember your prior life, your calculated and cold life.

To some point, he knew. He understood why you were so closed-off with your past. The machines had taken control of the world. Discarding those who were “unworthy” of living in their “perfect paradise” or the High Ground as they called it. How ironic it had been for humanity to succumb to their own creation.

But even in the end of the world, you gave Taehyung hope in a hopeless life. He gave you warmth in an icy existence. And together, you both completed each other in a way you never thought possible of actually existing. You lost yourself in his mesmerising eyes, the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen were Taehyung’s to own. How dare the machines, the Governing Entity, disregard such beauty from being worthy of living? How dare a heartless robot dictate who was allowed to live? Why did a thing decide over a human's fate?

You had found such beauty in the Underground you never wanted to go back up there to a city that was mathematically perfect, with apparently perfect people that lived supposedly perfect lives. That kind of perfection was a raw illusion, the beauty you had found under those ideal houses was a rough beauty. A natural beauty you couldn’t even think of letting go.

Taehyung has become your home, your safety, your paradise. He had welcomed you into his life with open arms when you were a stranger to his people, to his own heaven. But he allowed you to understand his way of living. He gave you a choice and you chose to stay by his side.

Forever.

Or at least, for as long as you two loved each other for he often says that love wins it all.

A/N: Hi, darlings! Sooo this was highly inspired by IU's song "Love wins all" ft. Taehyung and, well this came out. I really hope you will like it and are excited to read this Tae dystopian! AU.

This story will be exclusive for my Golden Darlings on Ko-Fi, here's the link if you are interested in supporting me with the Golden Membership, darlings!

January/26/2024

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