#non-apocalypse au

[tblsomedoodles]

My NON CANNON Leo meets Clara comic i was talking about yesterday

I should wait to post this, but i'm not. I just spent the last six hours rendering this.(i know it's six hours b/c i listen to the entire first book of hitchhikers guide while doing so, and that's five and a half) and want this posted now.

anyway! Explanation!

this non-cannon version, Donnie died early in the apocalypse timeline. The day he died, Leo immediately went into his lab, hoping he had some sort of 'get out of death free' plan on his computers. he couldn't access it. Instead, Clara, a freshly hatched turtle tot (and Leo's Seer successor) makes herself known.

i might do more for this. I have a bit of an idea of doing a small comic where Clara finds a video message left for her by Donnie, but we shall see. (i have to figure out clara a bit more before i do anythign like that.)

[sirwow]

trip doodles

annnd obligatory rose apocalypse brain rot

[oshisanbignaturals]

CW: GURO

[Curiously, this zombie you and your party have chanced upon has managed to keep his wits about him. His speech still coherent, he asks to join your party in the hopes of finding his ‘other half’. He says he can offer protection from the other zombies and help venture into densely populated areas that only a man with a death wish would enter. A normal human man that is. What is your course of action?]

▶️[Let him join] [Abandon him]

Without the words lol !!

[lesbianbatlucille]

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[razzle-dazzle-stage]

I am unsure if I want to take a cover request lol, but I had so much fun making them ------------

Razzle & Dazzle Center Fanfiction I might publish, along with their cover art...

R.A.D is Razzle n Dazzle dating Astro ship name that is something Razzle would totally come up with <3 But don't get me wrong my top headcanon for Razzle is Aromantic disgusted, and they'd use it to refer to themselves as a RAD team if they going out in a group of just 3 in a nonrelationship term or if only Dazzles is romantic with Astro and their the inevitable third wheel who will eat ^^

{Art used is from Dandy World or canvas free assests}

Two Centric Storys that involve Razzle And Dazzle

This ones inspired by fnaf sfm videos, a little bit of gangs inspiration. Dandy might be springtrap or afton (LOŁ).

This is A zombie apocalypse, featuring Astro and a poly queerplatonic relationship between Astro. SHIP NAME R.A.D I'm gonna need to add that into the title as rad TV [also no one gonna notice the filter I used for the lace in the corner is called Astro]

My apocalypse Au is called 'Twisted Signal Apocalypse au' TSA.au and Party Signal au would probably be a cool alternative name for a spinoff for a Public service announcement. I don't have any idea what I'd use it for since most of the chapters I'm thinking of aren't fully focused on PSA, but if your comic or fic might dm me that you gonna use it for your AU name <3

[cherrysjjkhellhole]

Oc #1 (Main)— Yuma Itadori!

-Little Miss Non-Sorcerer..right..?

-Could see curses since young, but had no cursed energy.

-No cursed energy, no cursed techniques. Just herself, a crowbar and a bundle of inner fury waiting to be unleashed.

-Lucky like a cat, energetic like a chihuahua.

-Took after Kaori in appearance, someone had to

-14 year old who ran away from Sendai in search of Yuji, met Kaito and Eden on the way—They accompanied her.

-Three weird teenagers out in the streets of Japan being absolutely deranged and either fighting or running for their lives from curses.

[pregtboy]

Would you ever write a continuation of this post?

https://www.tumblr.com/pregtboy/742929637607358464/plssss-say-more-about-your-apocalypse-au?source=share

I would love to tbh it's one of my fav concepts, I think about it a lot lol I'll most likely expand on it more after I finish the long post I'm working on rn which is also a continuation of a previous post (who remembers sammy hehe) and go thru my ask box

[sunofaraven]

Ch.8 is out of Love Death + Grumbot!!

Grian panted, trying to catch his breath. His fingers shook as he attempted to reload the shotgun. “Hi there!” A voice made him jump. A stocky man was crossing the concrete towards them wearing a lab coat and holding a large flamethrower with a fuel tank on his back. He had curly, wool-like blonde hair with little horns curling from his forehead. “Just give me one moment, folks,” he skipped around the car, brandishing the flamethrower to squirt the sculker with fire. The creature screamed as the flame caught, front half writhing as it quickly burned. The man then turned towards them, pushing up his goggles with a leather-gloved hand to reveal keen, bright eyes. “Hi, I’m Zedaph. Or Zed for short. What brings you to my lab?”

They finally found Zedaph! And look at him, he's so silly goofy. Go read it here on ao3. This chapter has both mad scientist and zombie fight scene, what's not to love?

[cookinary]

Some sprites of K I did for school!

I might use the facepalm one for groupchats tbh

[tblsomedoodles]

waking visions with then non-cannon seers anyone?

I probably should have waited until friday to post these since that's my update day. But im somewhat sick for whatever reason which means my resistance to impulse posting doodles, has magically disappeared.

Clara's first was probably when she was five or six. They didn't realize the pair's visions were strong enough to cause them yet and therefore didn't take precautions against it.

CJ's first was when he was 10 or 11. They tried to be careful about waking them after Clara's but accidents do happen. Clara refused to leave his side so his faded after about a day.

[scary-senpai]

speaking of giant meteors...

(not fandom-related by fandom adjacent, involves some writing stuff):

I'm in the writing program at Second City, and we're putting together our grad show (which is virtual! so in theory anybody can make it). The teacher selected the final sketches from all the work we've done over several terms. He selected two of my scenes:

one of my scenes was about a failed grocery shopping trip (which had unintentional but obvious OPM vibes), and that actually got used in our audition packet which was really cool

the second scene he selected was about a questionable medium and their "mystic fishbowl" that allegedly provided visions of the past and future. It has some Mob Psycho elements going, but it was mostly inspired by a Past Life Regressions workshop I attended with my mom. It was supposed to be about (white) people doing spiritualism badly, but the teacher really liked the idea of someone coming to a psychic for comfort and learning that all he's ever done was die in infancy, which was part of the original joke--assuming we did have accurate past life readings, most of them would be boring, and probably short. Anyway, I wrote the scene and I have mixed feelings about it, and also I needed a new ending (in the original version, the medium learns she can't actually communicate with ghosts, she just has co2 poisoning and the only message from beyond is 'check your fucking carbon monoxide detector!', but I think it would also be neat to do a reverse Scooby Doo, like 'you're right! I'm not a white, upper-class capitalist! I'm actually a ghost--and I would have gotten away with it, too, if not for you meddling kids!') anyway it doesn't matter because I have a new running joke, and the joke is "this character keeps dying" and if that's the joke, well, there's really only one way to end the scene. Oh, and also, this 'fishbowl of misery' psychic reading is all being done over Zoom--

[enderman-pandas]

Iced Coffee (Chapter 2: The Road Trip)

Red, Yellow, and Duck go on a road trip!

Duck was immediately worried at the fact that the world around them looked… odd. There were no houses. Just trees and grass. They didn’t have neighbours or anything, which was slightly surprising. Sure, they never saw any houses through their windows, but they thought there would be at least one that was far. And there was just… none. Nothing around. Duck tapped his knees, watching outside the window. He watched as it became… colder. Both physically and visually. Grass was dying, trees were left bare, and the place was starting to get more covered in snow and ice. Duck quickly looked away from it and at Red. “Red, what’s happening?” He asked. Red looked back with a shrug. “I’m not so sure, but it… it has to be better than our house,” he said, desperately trying to justify not going back. Duck bit his tongue, not wanting to argue more since Red seemed unstable, and started watching Grolton and Hovris.

Yellow stared in the faint reflection in the window, his eyes tracing the face. He couldn’t help but feel that it looked different than he did. He didn’t remember having green eyes or refined hair like his reflection did. Maybe he did all along and didn’t notice, but he couldn’t linger on the thoughts too long. It was giving him a headache. He turned away from the window and looked at Red. “Red, when will we get to the place? This is getting boring,” he complained. Red looked at Yellow. “We’ll get there when we get there. Watch Grolton and Hovris with Duck,” Red said, looking back. Yellow scooted over to Duck, looking at the show. “Can-- can I the watch with you?” Yellow asked. Duck turned to him, about to tell him to get his own, and remembered he didn’t have his own. “Fine,” he sighed. Yellow smiled and watched the show with Duck. “Grolton is the dog and Hovris is the man,” Yellow commented. Duck looked at Yellow, disappointed. “No, Grolton is the man and Hovris is the dog,” he corrected. Yellow shook his head and went quiet to keep watching.

Red’s string moved with anxiety, fidgeting as he drove. He didn’t want to go back to his house-- no-- that place. He and his friends got hurt there, and it was always the same day. If they drove somewhere, anywhere, and did something, anything, maybe it would be better. Maybe he would feel better, at the very least. He stared at the cold world, never blinking. Snow covered the grass and barely visible ice on the road. Trees were bare with their fallen leaves being unseen, and clouds filled with frigid snow floated above. This place seemed unnaturally cold, with the sun shining beautifully, but it also seemed sadistic, never giving off any heat and just sitting there, looking pretty. He took out a scrunchy, praying that if he let go of the wheel he wouldn’t slip and die on the road, and put his hair up in a pretty ponytail. He put one hand on the wheel, gripping as if his life depended on it (as it did), and started messing with the radio so he could listen to something other than freezing air hitting the metal of the car. He eventually found some somewhat audible songs and let those play.

Suddenly, the car halted. Duck and Yellow took off their headphones and looked up. “What was that for, Red?” Duck squawked. Red pointed out of the left window. “Look! There’s something kind of interesting,” he said, unlocking the car. Duck got up and exited, while Yellow was delayed by stretching. Red followed after the two. They stared at the ruins of… something. It wasn’t recognizable, but it sure was something man-made. Red swore he saw something alive in it as well. There were four tall pillars visible as a defining feature of the ruins, seeming like they were in a Greek or Roman nature, but the materials weren’t the same as the Greeks and Romans used to make things like these, and it seemed that it was simply style, not really made by the ancients. Three of the pillars were quite short, with diagonal slants in them telling where the rest of the pillar came off. One pillar stood taller than the rest, a small carved animal visible on the top of the pillar. There were also walls, with square holes acting as windows and a large archway for an entrance. Red walked through the archway, crouching down to not hit his head, and Yellow and Duck followed, Yellow crouching to mimic Red, before realising he wouldn’t have hit his head anyways. As the three got through, they started to realise how it looked like an old house. They looked up. Somehow, the sun had gone down in seconds from when Red last looked, but regardless, they decided a good place to sleep would be here.

The next morning, Red was awoken by a black figure with piercing white eyes.

[avegool]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Swearing, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Protective Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), End of the World, AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Horror, Friends to Lovers, Apocalypse, Moon has unpredictable mood swings, Sun is constantly nervous, he tries to pretend he's happy though, Moon has gotten used to the virus and uses it in helpful ways, most of the time anyway, not really zombies but zombies, Character Death, Weekly Updates, tw: pregnancy, Not the MC, tw: baby in an apocalypse, there are some really dark themes here, the other survivors are not good people, except january, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore Series: Part 1 of Celestial Complex Summary:

The world ends. Your group takes shelter in an abandoned arcade/kid's heaven. What could go wrong?

Updates - Life is crazy, but this story is ongoing

 Arc One: The Pizza Plex (Ch 1 - 10) Arc Two: The Apartment (Ch 11 - ?)

[the-harley-files]

@hegrave continued from here.

it's almost a surprise, the laugh that bursts out of rien's mouth at casper's first words. 200 years old ; christ, could you imagine??

❝ i'm only 28, okay, calm down. ❞ they're still smiling as they run one hand down their face. ❝ you're only a few years younger than me. or, well, technically you're older than me. if we're going by birth year. ❞

it's almost arresting, being honest about... well, everything. rien's spent so much time isolating themselves, shutting themselves off from the world in an effort to protect it. so talking to casper is... it's disarming.

they hum, eyes downcast at his joke. what they assume is a joke, at least. ❝ not sure i'm really the best person to bet anything on. ❞ their skin starts to crawl at the thought of being held up like some sort of standard. it's bound to end badly. ❝ you should give yourself more credit, ❞ they say in an attempt to bring a bit of levity, reaching out to playfully ( if not entirely gently ) shove his shoulder. ❝ i'd put more believability on you as the dead kid poster child than me. ❞

[traveling-madness]

At what point does an alternate version of a canon character become an oc... asking for some corpse in a lake.

[chaos--mode]

continued from here.

rien feels like they're shaking. like, their whole body is just unsteady. are their hands shaking? they glance down and it doesn't look like it. feels like it, though.

they are dripping, though, rainwater splashing at their feet as droplets falls from their not-shaking hands. better than the blood they're pretty sure they'd be covered with if it weren't for the downpour, they figure. they'd get a hell of a lot more than just are you good if that were the case.

still. all things considered, rien is a bit surprised there isn't any screaming. people scream, sometimes, when they see them existing. why are they here, again? they can't quite remember. all that's there is just... fog. and a vague feeling of hunger.

❝ water? ❞ they echo, voice sort of hollow. they blink at @afterdeaths and try to focus themselves in the current, the here and the now. ❝ i don't think so. i think... i ate already. ❞