#apocolypse

[maxprentisvisual]

Weekend in.

[grickle14]

Prepared.

[nekoxyuki]

[emmasmoke8]

New fic (this is the one you guys voted on) - In this Twilight, Our Choices Seal Our Fates

Silver the Hedgehog has been fighting against the apocalypse for seven long years. Finally, he and the remaining mortals initiate Operation Argus to save as many lives as possible. Silver is the only one left behind to destroy everything that remains. But his success is short-lived when the darkness of the east—Mephiles—forces Silver to turn back time.

Back at eight years old before the apocalypse began, Silver endeavors to stop it from ever occurring in the first place. His first step is to kill Emperor Shadow of the Doom Empire, the one who unleashed Mephiles in the first place. Unfortunately, Silver isn't strong enough to kill Shadow, and he, in turn, can't kill Silver because he's... Shadow's blood?

It wasn't in Silver's plans to become an imperial prince, but he decides that he can use this. He'll stop the apocalypse, no matter what it takes.

[tony-stark-ing]

He dares.

Avengers (2010) issue #3

[roxalew]

*.✦ Messy doodles ✦.*

Messy notes and doodle pages.

[kdmatheson]

"WAKE - WORLD" kd matheson 2024

[eternalgyu]

'♡' 🃏 ₊🌃 ₊˚ෆ

'♡' 👁 ₊ 🥀₊˚ෆ

[bofblvr]

APOCOLYPSE - pat christensen x fem!oc

pairing- Burton “pat” Christensen x fem!oc

genre- fluff, maybe some angst?

SUMMARY: in which two struggling paratroopers realise the only people that understood them, were eachother.

WARNINGS: kissing (obviously), conversation about the effect of war (not too much detail), angst, NOT PROOF READ, death (no main characters), maybe swearing?, tooth rotting sweetness, pat being the cutie patootie underrated baddie he is!

I’m so sorry i got SO lazy toward the end of this, so it’s kinda rushed and bad!

(dividers from @uzmacchiato)

Jackson was dead. A man, no a boy, that was barely able to buy his own beer, was dead. A boy, who would never get to experience the world without war. A boy who never got the chance to have a family of his own. He was dead. Right before his friend’s eyes. Laura turned away from the still body sprawled on the stretcher, unable to bear the state of the boys mangled corpse, forever frozen in a state of hysteria. Silence settled in the atmosphere, yet, it spoke louder than any artillery she’d heard. They were tired. Exhausted. Jackson was just another casualty in the war, however, this felt heavier. Maybe it was his youth, or the fact he begged the lord above for his life, or maybe he was just the tip of the iceberg that caused the ship to sink with everyone aboard it. Whatever it was, it ripped whatever was left of the men, and woman, and layed it to rest with young jackson.

Laura perched on a rock, not too uncomfortable, not like she’d have noticed anyway. Distant sounds of artillery shattered the crisp twilight air, it was oddly comforting, with the aggressive fire being so far yet so close. Oh well it wasn’t her, she thought, but maybe it should be. At this point, she imagined death so much it felt like a memory, not a painful memory either, but rather one that called to her, offering a chance at endless freedom and peace. That was all Laura wanted, just peace. No fighting, no war, just peace.

She imagined herself sat on some wooden porch steps back home, reading a poetic book, while the sound of children’s laughter swept through the summer time air, a husband teaching their son to play baseball, while their daughter hung from his back with innocent laughter. is that what death would be like? A familiar face flashed in her mind. Christensen. Why was he the face she imagined when imagining endless peace? Laura always knew she had a certain feeling for him, but she never had the chance to dwell on what that feeling was. She quite enjoyed imagining a life with him, she figured, so she left herself carry on. Him swinging their two children around, one on each arm, her reading her book. What a life. She knew it was never meant to be, but she let herself immerse for a while anyway. Well, until a gentle tap on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts.

“hey,” a gentle yet gruff voice spoke, “i heard about Jackson, i’m sorry.” Pat, of all people, decided to show up. Wow, she thought, life really did have a way of reminding her what she couldn’t have. Pat sat himself next to her, gently and carefully, fearing if he moved too quick, he may break her. Laura sighed, “not your fault.” she returned numbly, keeping her eyes forward, not daring to turn and look at him, he couldn’t see her this way. “i know.” the soldier replied breathily. A quiet settled over the two, not uncomfortable nor comfortable, just something in between. Pat knew if she needed to talk she would, but for the time being, he’d be there anyway, Laura talking or not.

“He was begging for his life.” She revealed, voice shaking. “He was begging God to spare him, he was just a kid.” A watery, sarcastic laugh escaping her throat. “This fuckin’ war.” Pat muttered, breathing through his nose, shaking his head with bitterness. Laura noticed a pain in his voice, understanding filled her, she knew this pain, she didn’t know anyone else did. Maybe she wasn’t alone. So, for the first time since he sat down, Laura craned her neck toward him. He was staring ahead, not a single thought seeming to occupy his mind. Sensing her gaze, he turned to look at her. As their eyes met, an understanding look bounced between them. Unspoken words locked deep down, threatened to spill over. His eyes bore into hers, begging her to ask for the help she needed. Then, she cracked. Her eyes glistened as her lip quivered. Silent tears rolled down her face with ease, each one a remembrance to the friends she’d lost. Soon enough, like the flip of a switch, audible gasps wracked her body, each coming out in short, broken periods.

Like it was primitive instinct, Christensen reached a soft arm around her, pulling her closer. This time, she didn’t hold back, and instead let her worn hands grip his rugged jacket like a lifeline. “i should’ve done something, anything, ” she sobbed, “it should’ve been me!” teeth gritting. “Hey,” Pat removed his arm from around her shoulder, his determined hands cupping each side of her face, “this is NOT your fault, it’s nobody’s fault except those fuckin’ krauts, Jackson wouldn’t want you wishing your life away in his place, he wasn’t that type of person, you know that aswell as i do, he wouldn’t want you blaming yourself!” his honest eyes bore into Laura’s, every fibre of his being aching, like he could almost feel the exact thing she was feeling. Laura leant her face into his hand, “i can’t feel anything, Pat.”

A look of internal fighting crossed his eyes, but as quick as it showed, it was quicker gone. And in a moment of spontaneity, he pressed his lips to hers. On instinct, Laura’s eyes pressed closed. Was this a dream? A coldness hovered on her lips, where his had just been. Leaning forward, she pressed their foreheads together, his grip on her face never faltering. Heavy breathing standing its ground between them, his hot breath fanning on her face reminding her this was real. “Did you feel that?” he desperately whispered, a hint of a hopefulness laced his voice. “I felt it.” She breathed, disbelief wrapped in her tone. As she leaned in again, Laura heard the words she never thought she’d hear. “i love you.” he uttered in an uncertain murmur, but Laura knew she’d heard it right, and she was certain, “i love you too.”

The words hung in the air, both Pat and Laura relished in the soft hum of wind, that seemed to have grown warm. Almost simultaneously, the two let out breathy laughs, as they revelled in the rare moment of peace. In that tranquil moment, Laura finally took the time to realise what those feelings for Pat were exactly, instantly recognising the feeling of warmth and care, she realised it really was love. At that moment, with their heads touching, Laura realised that maybe this war wouldn’t be so bad, as long as she had her Pat by her side.

[devilish-parrot]

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"

[slaughter-gore]

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 😋

[an-askblog-survival-guide]

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:

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!

[blood-grove]

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

"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..

[roninkairi]

Did You Know We Could Use Jubilee As A Threat Now?

[frogyjones-art]

Wasteland Dog Adopt OPEN

5-10 USD min please offer :3

will accept art/characters/customs/da points/usd/steam games and cards

edited/drawn over base: https://toyhou.se/19281228.free-canine-base

[splooosh]

RISE

Adam Pollina