#Flower Virus Survivors
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New ref sheets!
The poll winners were Blue, Reaper & Bad Sanses!
So here they are! They're also open for asks now!
"At least I protected my friends and family... Mweheheh..." (Location: Hideout in Underswap)
"My dove... Is he... Safe...?" (Location: Reapertale, island of Death
"Okay so, the brat is missing, and so is boss, fun times!" (Location: Nightmare's Castle)
"No food... No food... Just like home... Dust is gone... I'm alone... Crook..." (Location: Nightmare's Castle)
"Paps is gone, my wife is too, I'll be fine" (Location: Underfell forest)
"Chara's been quiet, wonder where Ink is..." (Location: No consistent location, used to be in Underswap but left to find help for them and Blue)
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... just make an iteration* for fun, I said
a universe where they've made it into their late 30s-early 40s and they chill and can be serene in the company of friends and family for once. maybe a flashback or two for the action moments
"fix" your childhood turtles so they can have a reprieve and some shenanigans, i reasoned with myself--
WELP.
my tmnt au iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)
tmnt au iteration part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9
tmnt au iteration omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
lny visit 1 | 2
is this actually new ramblings for the iteration or like one new lore bit and just a rerererererehashing of lore i sprinkled across the other posts.
first though, with my sorta-outsider-not-active-participant-in-fandom history I realized "au" isn't the proper term for what I've been doing, the more suitable term is "iteration".
and we're gonna sit with the fact that even someone at my old-ass age recognized my previous understanding of a term was, for all intents and purposes, not entirely correct and that I acknowledged it, rectified when I could, and that's it, it can be that easy.
...
okay back to the bullshit.
so my Mondo was introduced in the Archie run, a funky guy with a metal band called Merciless Slaughter, dressed like a punk Hulk, all around good peoples, hung out with the Mutanimals.
His design cobbling isn't too deep, I don't think. Just thought it'd be more rad if he looked more like a guy who fronts a band called Merciless Slaughter while remaining the same ol' Mondo inside, post mutation.
Kept some of his original color palette around in his hat, his pants, his NYHC logo (links) knockoff, and his little dyed leather cord bracelets.
the letters for the logo are for, Skate or Die (across), and Merciless Slaughter (down)
hmm still waffling on if I'm more tickled by him being taller than Mikey or the same height (5'4")
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and now for the rererererehash rambling because none of this design progression is coming out linear for me. so super quick, am an original 90s turtlemania survivor, Rise brought me back, gorged Rise then Bay then 2007 movie then rererererewatching of Next Mutation and the 90s trilogy for fun then hacking my way back through the Archie and Mirage runs then caught up with IDW and then just... slogging through 2003 and 2012 which honestly I feel like I got the gists of through gif sets alone.
one hand I can see why old fans (90s turtlemania) didn't seem to like the Rise designs, ours really were just the same li'l green dude but in different colors and hit sticks looks-wise. But here comes Rise with all the character design classics: different shapes! different sizes! exaggeration! and that's on top of all the nudges and twists made to the usual lore; Raphael is now the oldest, Leo and Donnie are now twins, they're different species of turtles, they're tools for war, brand new antagonists etc.
idk, to me when I was watching that shit, it was fun and refreshing so... ionno, built different cope maybe to the other oldheads pissing their pantaloons still ig whatevs
what tickles me most, personally, is the utter fuckton of Rise AUs, and a few Rise-driven iterations, and also some of the other non canon media iterations. so tickled that I got hit by the makeaniterationigitis itllbefunoccocal virus too. UnU (i'm kidding, i'm having so much fucking fun) just I'm addressing the flowers I wanna give to the kids who took Rise's take on tmnt and just RAN with the "different turtle species" from full out coloring their turtles the same as the species they picked to mimicking Rise's design language with different markings.
God, the markings thing just really nestled into my heart, it's such a simple thing and yet it took Rise to just try it, not even a lot, just a little for flavorrrrr. It's just enjoyable as fuck to me tbh and I'm sharpening my teeth when I revisit my coloring choices for the 8th time... fuck where was I?
right, mine are mistakes. wrongright place at the wrongright time, mutagen was there and now they can swing swords around and eat pizza.
someone(s) was high tailing it outta a TGRI lab with some mutagen barrels, driving recklessly while a bunch of eco-vigilantes had broken out of a pet shop that was the face of a black market pet trade/medicine/exotic food racket of endangered species. hence where their bit of human pre-mutagenic contact comes from (the strike team of people who freed them from their cages because all of them were endangered species & destined for a tank, a cutting board or a pill box); including a sea turtle Venus, Leatherhead, Tokka, Rahzar, Man-Ray some others etc etc. Jennika keeping her origin because it was dope as fuck. splinter was just there watching this symphony of human fuckery happen and decided to adopt some kids with no one asking (it was tang shen's onryo that is rooted in Splinter's mind that was asking, shh)
and ever since it clicked when I was gathering ref shots, ✨sea turtle Venus just makes sense✨ to me, it's taken my brain stem and rung it like a bell for new year's nonstop and i am not mad
... fuck, I am but also am not looking forward to when I start delving into ninjutsu, ninpo, Venus' whole schtick and how the supernatural fits into this world that I definitely don't need to be fleshing out this much just to draw them chilling on April's couch.
i've got like over 70 refs, holy shit
#visdev is my enrichment activity#don't leave me alone with an idea a piece of paper and something to draw with and my thoughts in the same room#Venus lover since 98#she's getting the most dev from visdev because I love her so#[ gestures to fanart portfolio which is like 45% Venus ]#55% turtle bullying#closing out the weekend#rambling about turtles again#ehehehehheehhh
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I took a bit of liberty with the mechanics at play, ones I'm sure @sincerely-sofie didn't intend for. But I think it would work better with them.
Ark is adrift...
Dust billowed across the trail as Ark silently made his way to Caveward Village to restock on supplies. He kept his eyes locked to the ground, ashamed.
In the distance, he could hear someone's grunts of effort. He looked up to see a Machoke dragging the unconscious body of a midnight-purple skinned Magmar towards the cliff's edge, near the gate of the cave before tossing the Pokemon over.
Ark quietly repeated to himself that the Pokemon would be okay. That they would heal any damage they would take on the way down.
Ark suppressed the nausea he felt as his mind unwillingly conjured forth a memory of watching a shadow Pokemon regenerate a lost limb for the first time.
The Machoke noticed Ark as he approached, relaxing the tension he showed once he recognized him as an ally. He knocked on the gate that reached to the top of the cave entrance.
After a moment to ensure that it wasn't a fluke, the gates were opened by two more guards stationed inside.
No words were exchanged as Ark made his way inside. Anything Ark needed to say was evident in the fact that he was returning alone.
Ark longingly took in the scene in front of him as the gates were shut.
Of the last remaining stronghold on the Grass Continent.
During his time here, the elderly of the village described how it looked before the Shadow Virus took over.
He pictured children safely playing on the rock ground, cushioned by the thick, lush moss that covered the entire floor of the cave like a carpet.
He thought of how the cave looked with vines crawling down from the ceiling, blooming with multicolored flowers when they were in season.
He reminisced of the starstruck way they described the cave looking during the night, when the moonlight shone through a large hole in the top of the mountain, giving the naturally shiny rock walls an ethereal glitter.
Comparing the scene in his head to how it looked now was downright depressing.
The moss on the floor was entirely gone. Replaced with hardened clay, scrap wood and sheets of metal to ensure that shadow Pokemon that could dig wouldn't be able to get in.
Any water that could be spared was used for rations. All across the walls, the vines were dried and wilted. making the lifeless cave even more dismally colorless.
The hole in the ceiling had been plugged with an excess of wooden planks, to be sure that any Shadow Pokemon that could fly wouldn't be able to enter in from that way. The only light in the cave now was coming from the many campfires that dotted the ground floor.
Ark wishes he could travel back in time so he could see the cave for himself in it's full glory.
Ark began making his way to the food pantry. The only other building that wasn't torn down for parts was being used as hospital for the injured. Everyone that wasn't working in either or needing recovery were outside. Surrounding one of the many campfires to keep themselves occupied and distracted from the current situation.
Everyone looked miserable.
Ark made mental notes on the people he passed by. It was disconcerting that the people he didn't recognize got fewer each time he returned.
Ark obtained his supplies from the pantry workers before making his way back towards the entrance. He didn't need to rest, he needed to look for more survivors.
"Ark?" A voice asked as he was passing by one of the campfires. He turned to face her. He didn't recognize the face, but the voice was familiar to him.
"Lyra?" he asked.
The Gardevoir's scarred, battle-hardened face lit up with a childlike joy.
"Ark!" she shouted, scrambling to get up and hug him, taking care not to jab him in the stomach with her chest horn.
"It's been so long!" she exclaimed. It certainly had. Last he recalled she was a Kirlia going out with a large group to search for survivors. Being declared dead after two weeks without anyone returning.
That happened a few years ago.
"It's so good to see you again!" She continued. "How have you been?"
"I have been doing well!" Ark replied, lying to her face. He'd been grasping at ever-thinning threads of hope for so long that he felt that at any moment they would snap, and he would plummet into the deepest pit of eternal despair.
"I'm so glad to hear that!" Lyra joyfully replied. Ark was unsure if she believed him or if she didn't want to pry.
She pulled back a little to look at him. "I can't say I've been doing good…" she said, her expression crestfallen. Before perking right back up again. "But look! I evolved!"
She pulled away from him and did a little twirl for him to see her fully. She wasn't entirely wrong. She did evolve. But it was clear that it happened far to early. Her gown that all Gardevoir have was stiff, and shorter than it should have been. Her horns from when she was a Kirlia stuck out slightly from the top of her head, and the horn on her chest wasn't as pronounced as it should have been.
Ark grimly thought of what kind of circumstances would have forced the young child to mature so quickly.
"I'm so relieved to see you again." Ark said. Forcing away any thoughts of how she reminded him of Twig.
Lyra grinned. "I am too! Come on! sit down! we have so much to catch up on!" she exclaimed as she sat down near the fire.
Ark obliged. It had been so long since he'd seen any friends, and he was terrified of making any more. Besides, searching for more survivors was yielding fewer and worse results each time. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't just selfishly doing it to keep himself sane.
"I'd love to. Firstly, I must inquire, who's this?" Ark was so preoccupied with reuniting with Lyra that he'd failed to notice the Munchlax that sat near the fire up until now. She jumped a bit when Ark had mentioned her, snapping her out of her focused studying of an incomplete map.
"O-oh! Um, my-my name's Claire. Uh, Your name is Ark right?" She nervously adjusted her glasses and fidgeted with the cracked explorer badge attached to the loose, lime-green bandana around her neck. Next to her on the ground was a satchel, overflowing with rolled up maps, quills and sealed ink bottles. A cartographer perhaps?
Ark nodded in response.
"Oh! Well, um. Thanks. Uh- I mean, it's nice to meet you!"
Ark wasn't sure of if her nervousness was because she found him intimidating, or if she was like this normally.
Ark turned back to face Lyra. "So, how did you two meet?" He asked.
Lyra was about to begin when Claire spoke up. "I-I can tell him."
Lyra looked at her with concern. "Are you sure?" She asked.
Claire took a breath with slight shakiness. "Yeah." She responded.
Lyra leaned back a bit as Claire began, not taking her eyes off her.
"Uh- so basically a few months ago Axel and I. -Uh, my explorer partner." She quickly added
"We-, we were hiding in a cave system when we were ambushed."
"He- he saved my life, but he got infected in the attack." She paused. Taking in a shaky breath.
"I tried to help him, but he practically dragged me out of the cave, looking for someone to take me…" Claire took a moment to breathe. "We found Lyra a few hours before he turned. A-, And I've been with her ever since."
Ark gave her a slow nod. "My deepest condolences. I'm truly sorry that occurred to you."
Claire wiped away the few tears that were running down her face while staring at the fire. "Th-Thanks. Not your fault though."
Ark knew that was true, but he still wished he could believe her.
The three sat in contemplative silence for a few minutes.
"W-well, what about you?" Claire asked Ark, breaking the silence. Before raising her hands into a defensive position. "I-if it's not too much to ask of course!"
Ark shook his head. "Not at all." he responded. He was about to tell her the story that Lyra knew, of how he met Twig, and their journey together. Before Ark realized that Lyra didn't actually know who Ark was. All she knew is that he was that weird guy that her hero was head-over-heels for.
Ark inhaled and exhaled deeply before looking at Lyra. "You deserve to know the truth about me." he said, leaving Lyra looking at him with utter confusion.
For the next few hours, Ark gave them an abridged retelling of his history with Cresselia, his plan to end the world, how Twig stopped him, his journey with her, how they fell in love. Everything. Leaving out some of the more sensitive details of course. Things that Twig would have wanted to tell them herself.
He ended his recounting right before he spoke of when Celebi, overflowing with despair, told him that the grief was too much, and that she was never going to return to this timeline.
They didn't need to know that this world was well and truly doomed.
Both Lyra and Claire never once interrupted. Lyra stared at Ark with unease, and subdued fear. Claire much the same, but also with a strange sense of awe he didn't expect from either of them, much less her.
As uncomfortable as bringing up his past evils made him, it felt… Cathartic to finally tell someone else after holding it in for so long.
"I-… Wow. I never even thought…" Lyra muttered, at a loss for words.
Claire stopped looking at Ark and began staring at the fire, brow furrowed from being deep in thought.
No doubt thinking of how awful he was.
"I apologize that I had concealed my past from you Lyra." Ark replied.
Lyra didn't know how to respond. She saw Claire staring at the fire from the corner of her eye.
"Is everything okay Claire?" She asked.
Claire slowly shook her head. "No…" she responded. There wasn't any contempt in her voice. Rather it sounded like deep pondering.
"Just, Something about Ark's story is bothering me."
Ark felt puzzled. "My story would disturb most anyone that would hear of it." he stated.
Claire shook her head again. "No. No not that evil stuff you did... W- Well, yeah that was bad. But i-it's something else."
Ark looked at Lyra with a stumped expression. "Pray tell, what about my history do you find to be more distressing than my attempts to bring the world to it's end?"
Claire hummed in thought. "Well, it's about Dialga."
Ark felt further confused by that, but didn't say anything.
"It's just." She continued. "The thing with how Dialga went primal. Focusing on only one thing, Getting very aggressive and paranoid…"
Claire looked up at them with an expression that was equal parts uneasy and perplexed. "Doesn't that sound exactly like the Shadow Virus?"
Both Ark and Lyra flinched at the question.
He… He hadn't considered the similarities to the infection and what he did to Dialga…
It almost made sense.
"Well, kinda. But that wasn't the same." Lyra responded. Speaking aloud the thoughts Ark had.
Claire looked back down at the ground, rubbing the explorer badge between her fingers.
"But Dialga is a Legend. Made by the Thousand Arms." She muttered. More so saying it aloud to herself than to Lyra.
"What if it's a matter of willpower?" She asked, looking back up at them. "A legend would have a lot more willpower than a mortal. I think if the same thing happened to a mortal, they would lose their mind a lot faster. If not instantly…"
Ark wanted to believe her theory, but Twig had the strongest will out of anyone he could think of. Ark believed her willpower, when pushed to it's limits, rivaled that of Azelf or even Arceus herself. And yet, she still was turned into that awful parody of her.
Ark made his thoughts of Twig having an unshakable will in the face of danger known. Claire pondered more on what he said, her face even more thoughtful each time she fell silent.
In a strange way, he could feel that she was enjoying this. He didn't want to assume, but he suspected that she loved asking questions, and was starved of subjects to think so deeply on.
Claire looked at him sympathetically "Did she see anyone turn before she got infected?"
Ark's heart skipped a beat. He distinctly remembers how distraught she was over watching someone turn into that… Thing. Back when the outbreak had started, when it's nature was still unknown.
If that person had a weaker willpower than her, which they most certainly did, then she would think that she could be turned just like them, and she wouldn't have tried to hold out as long as she could have…
Ark slowly nodded. It was gradually becoming harder for him to reject her theory.
Claire stared at the fire again. A passion in her eyes that he hadn't seen before.
"If it is like what happened to Dialga, then why would it be infectious through biting?" Lyra asked.
Claire's body language indicated that she was a little annoyed that Lyra had interrupted her thinking, before giving her question the consideration it needed.
"I don't know…" Claire slowly responded. "But Ark never said that Dialga tried or did bite anyone right?"
Both Ark and Lyra sat there in stunned silence. The image of a legend as regal as Dialga, even in such a primal state, stooping so low as to bite someone seemed wrong to him… But she was right. He never did bite anyone. He still had some semblance of sentience all throughout his primal form. Ark shook his head.
Claire stared at the fire again. It seeming to burn a little brighter each time she did.
"Well, then we don't know if it never was infectious. So if what I'm thinking is true. And the Shadow Virus really is the same as what happened to Dialga…" Claire looked up at them. "Then that means this virus can be cured."
Ark recoiled at the words. It felt so… Wrong. He didn't want to believe her. His hope is what got him here in the first place. He had hoped he could help those that were infected in the past and it got Kip killed.
His mind fled at the thought that this could be cured. He searched for any response that could kill this theory at the root.
He couldn't. But he did find a reason to not try.
"Even if this blight could be cured, where would we commence? Dialga wasn't fixed simply by besting him in combat, and it's clear that the same applies to these monsters."
Both Lyra and Claire fell quiet. It felt awful. There wasn't any other way of putting it. But it was satisfying in an odd way. Ark couldn't stand to have this hope of-
"The Lake Guardians!" Lyra suddenly shouted. Startling both Ark and Claire. "If anyone would know something about an infection that overwrites someones memories, emotions and will, it would be them!"
Ark could feel the walls he'd built up within himself crumbling.
He can't- He cannot have this.
He doesn't deserve to have this.
He needs it to not be true.
Ark used his powers to reach out to the Lake Guardians telepathically. Silently praying that they wouldn't respond. Or that they were dead, or infected or something.
…Nothing.
They didn't respond.
Ark could feel those last threads of hope break beneath his fingers. He was being swallowed into a darkness that was both unknown, and felt like his home.
He'd accepted this would happen years ago.
it was better this way.
...Then he felt a presence.
It was only for a brief second, but he heard the Lake Guardians try to respond to him.
They were out there weak, but alive.
"They're out there." He said out loud. Complete disbelief at what was happening to him.
A memory he had desperately avoided for the last several years forced it's way to the front of his mind.
(Ark slowly backed away from where Kip, Twig, and Grovyle slept, in the front room of Twig's house. With an act of will, as simple as moving his arm, they began to slowly awake from the sleep he'd put them in.
They slowly took in their surrounding's when Twig noticed his presence. She rushed forward at him. Wildly slashing and biting at the air in front of her, stopped only by the chains he'd forced himself to put on her. Kip and Grovyle followed suite. All of them, desperately trying to reach him. Not to embrace him, but to infect him. Watching them hurt him beyond words.
But what hurt more was staring deep into their blood red eyes and seeing… Nothing.
No malice. No pleasure. No sorrow, fear, disgust or apprehension.
There was nothing behind their eyes. No indication whatsoever that they were in there. Running purely on instinct. Just like a monster from a mystery dungeon.
But it was them.
It used to be them.
Ark wept bitterly within himself. Mourning the people he loves. When suddenly he heard cracking. He stopped and looked up to see Kip's exertion pulling the chains out of the ground.
He'd underestimated Kip's strength.
Again.
Suddenly the base of the chains were torn out of the ground. Kip launched himself forward with the intent of tearing Ark apart with his teeth.
Ark melted into the shadows to avoid the attack. He couldn't stand to watch them anymore. He rushed out through the gap of the ajar front door, retreating into the woods.
He was forced, in the worst way possible, to accept that the family he loves so much was gone.)
Ark, of his own volition, recalled his memories of Twig that he had shamefully tried to repress.
How she would laugh at her own jokes.
How she would visibly relax when a stranger left them in a room together.
The way she would try to defend the Legend of Nightmares from attacks sent his way.
The way she smiled at him in the mornings.
The way he felt when she kissed him for the first time, several months before the start of the outbreak.
He looked down at his arm. Staring at the unfinished wedding band Twig had been making for him, covered in scratches and scorch marks. The only thing she took with her when she went to isolate herself.
"Ark?" Lyra asked with deep concern.
Ark realized that, for the first time in centuries, tears were freely falling down his face.
That cold, meager flame within Ark's chest that fueled his sense of purpose for years was now a raging wildfire.
He hadn't felt this drive, this ferocious determination ever since he tried to get his revenge all those years ago…
No. This was greater than that.
There was nothing of his he wouldn't sacrifice to see Twig's smile again.
Ark clenched his fists so tight he could squeeze blood from a stone.
"We're doing it." Ark growled. Startling the two Pokemon in front of him.
He looked up at them, his icy cold gaze burning brighter and hotter than the fire in front of him.
"We will rid the world of this infection and save everyone."
#fanfic of a fanfic#Shadow Virus Au#the present is a gift fanart#lmk if you want to see the first draft. it's impressively bad.
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“Popcorn is an opossum rescued two nights ago in rough shape and really struggling to survive in this weather. Did you know it’s not uncommon for rehabbers to be able to handle and even hold a wild opossum? They are so peaceful and docile in nature and are some of the most amazing creatures we have worked with.
While we are not recommending you attempt to pick up any wild opossum you come across, we would love to spread the true facts about these awesome guys and put a stop to the common misconceptions about them that often result in unnecessary cruelty. Here are just ten amazing facts about opossums you all should know!
1. They're Not Aggressive
Even when confronted with a predator, they will use the infamous "playing possum" technique to appear dead and avoid an actual brawl.They can stay zoned out for hours, emitting a foul odor in order to further keep any bad guys at bay, but they'll never outright attack, even if they're baring their teeth.
2. They Rarely Have Rabies
Unlike most other wild animals, possums are nearly completely immune to contracting rabies or passing it along. This is due to their natural body temperature being too low to maintain hosting the virus.
3. They Kill Thousands Of Ticks
According to stats reported by the National Wildlife Federation, a single possum can potentially eliminate 4,000 ticks in one week thanks to their extreme self-grooming methods (either crushing or consuming the ticks burrowing in their fur).They also aren't susceptible to Lyme disease and therefore can protect humans from contracting it, as they rid an area of the real pests.
4. They Won't Destroy Your Lawn Or Property
Unlike other nocturnal animals creeping around neighborhoods, possums won't destroy your lawn or property. If you happen to see one wander into your garage (a popular spot to see them pop up), and don’t want to share your space, simply leave a door open and remove any food that might have drawn them in. They'll eventually mosey on out without making a fuss.
5. They're True Survivors
They've been around longer than any other mammal. Possums are often called "living fossils" because they've been able to survive on our planet for millions of years ��� over 70 million, to be exact, which really shows their ability to overcome adversity.
6. They Help With Waste Management
They are not picky eaters. If it's edible, they'll eat it. Including commonly dining on animals struck by vehicles on the road (bones and all), which scientists refer to as "carrion."This basically makes them nature's most efficient waste-management team and cleanup crew.
7. They're The Only Marsupials Indigenous To North America
You have to admit, it would be a shame if Australia were the only home to marsupials! Plus, it makes possums even more of a unique part of our natural environment.
8. They Get Rid Of Garden Pests
They aren’t picky eaters when it comes to troublesome garden pests like slugs, beetles, and cockroaches, but they will leave the flowers or veggies you’re growing undisturbed.
9. They May Be The Key To Battling Venomous Snake Bites
The venom of rattlesnakes, cottonmouths, and other dangerous slithery snakes that might be hiding in your yard has no effect on possums.Researchers have been looking into whether they can find the toxin-neutralizing strain in their blood, which could potentially be used to treat humans who have been struck by poisonous snakes.
10. They're Actually Quite Smart
Possums tested with a higher intelligence than more domestic animals like rabbits, dogs, and cats — particularly when it came to finding good food and remembering exactly where it was to go back for more.”
By Becky Zielinski
ABC Wildlife Rehab, Inc.
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Coffee and Zombies (CaZ)
Summary: Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?
Chapter 1
The world didn’t end with a bang. It didn’t end in war. It didn’t end in nukes. It didn’t end with the sun going supernova. It didn’t end with pollution or melting ice caps. No, it ended with a cup of coffee. Two scientists for the company Lily of the Valley, the flower of death, destroyed the world. The two never got along, they were working on a new project. Unfortunately together, unfortunately at unsustainably long hours. Unfortunately, with their brains impaired by lack of proper food, sleep, or hydration, tensions boiled. They weren’t as careful as they should have been. They fought over the last bit of coffee and beakers broke. They became the first two infected with the zombie virus. All over a cup of coffee.
Death watched in disappointment as he held the two souls as their body spread the virus, ripping flesh from the people near them. Making his job harder than it ever should have been. They would never even see the damage they had done. They would never live through the fear they had brought over the world. Life appeared next to him, her normally warm features stony. She took the two souls from him.
“I’m tired, Death. They have doomed my creations.” Life said quietly.
“I am tired as well. But there is work to be done.” Death sighed.
“Not for us. They made this mess. They can deal with it.” Life said, looking scornfully down at the two souls.
The smell of coffee filled Roman’s senses when he woke up. He rose from bed and was going to wake up Remus only to have his brother’s hand clasp over his mouth. He held a finger to his lips and pointed towards their bedroom door. Roman saw the blood seeping from beneath the door. He smelled the blood. He heard the screams outside. He saw the word zombies written in blood on the door. He looked at his brother, there was blood on his face and hands, his pajamas were ripped. With shaky hands he moved his twin’s hand from his mouth.
“Mom? Dad? Are they-?” Roman couldn’t finish the whispered question.
Remus only nodded. He didn’t look sad. Was this a prank? No. Remus looked too serious. The blood, he could smell it. They were orphans in the zombie apocalypse. This was a shitty way to start their eleventh birthday. He heard a thud against their bedroom door and nearly yelped, but his cry was muffled by Remus pulling him into a hug. He was shaking. Remus was shaking. This was real. What were they going to do?
They couldn’t stay here. Roman gently pulled out of the hug and took his brother’s hand. He led him to the closet and gave him a bag. Remus seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say. They started packing what they could, trying to keep it to things they needed, but Roman couldn’t help but include the scrapbook he had been working on with his dad and grandma. It had too many memories to leave behind. Were his grandparents still alive? He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the look of worry his brother had. At least he still had him.
Roman gave him a reassuring smile. Silently, they got back to packing and getting ready. He didn’t know where they were going to go or how they were going to get out of the apartment alive. But they’d figure it out. They had too. Remus’s constant planning for alien invasions and zombie apocalypses seemed a lot less stupid now. Maybe his brother’s love of gore would save them? He gave a silent sight. They were eleven now. He woke up to coffee and zombies. Great.
#sanders sides#fanfic#ao3#remus sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#janus sanders#moceit#kid Roman#kid remus#kid logan#kid virgil#zombies#zombie#dad patton#parental patton#dad janus#parental janus#fluff#angst
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🏢🏢 here and Nica thank you for accepting my ted talk about this DoL au I made up called “Freedom Is Fake” or F.I.F for short… I couldn’t come up a better name 😞 (sorry if this is long)
Robin the survivor info: so in this au robin is a survivor that has been communicating with PC who is another survivor and during the end of the world where different types of animals become horrific nightmares with horny syndrome and bloodlust robin will be at PC’s side to try and at least protect PC but during the first meeting robin is crying because he/she is scared of dying and too afraid of attacking (his/hers trauma already being at 100% cuz robin saw bailey get ripped in half by a bear’s stomach)
Robin will slowly open up to PC when he is fully recovered from his traumatic experience (at least it was reasonable right?)
Whitney the barbarian: while PC is looking for food and scraps of anything to protect themselves from the horrors that are way too complex for the human mind they get attacked by an infected human that is covered in vines but Whitney comes out of nowhere and stabs the person in the crotch with a broken bat of course he would possibly get a wrong idea with PC cuz he doesn’t believe that PC is a survivor so PC will b forced to gain his trust and sadly it was too easy cuz all PC had to do was give him a blowjob, Pc will be helping him get to the bunker (less ides for this man)
Kylar the #?&@: -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / .. -. / ..-. .-. . . -.. --- -- ..--.. / -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / .. / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / ... ..- .-. ...- .. ...- . / .-- .. - .... / - .... . -- ..--.. / .. ..-. / .. / -.. .. . / -. --- .-- / - .... . -. / .-- .... --- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... . / -... -.-- / - .... . .. .-. / ... .. -.. . / -... ..- - / .. / .-- --- -. .-..-. - / -.. .. . / .. / .-- --- -. .-..-. - / -.. .. . / .. / .-- --- -. .-..-. - / -.. .. . / - .... . -.-- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / .-.. .. -.- . / -- . / . ...- . -. / .. ..-. / .. / -.. --- -. .-..-. - / .-.. --- --- -.- / - .... . / ... .- -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . / - .... . -.-- / -. . . -.. / -- . (Just Incase if you are too lazy Kylar has been infected with the virus and half of his brain is not normal and the other half he has full control and he believes that PC will still love him even if he isn’t the same, he thinks he is perfect the perfect person just for PC even if his left eye has been replaced with a flower even if his arm is damaged and being moved with the vines he has grown from his back, he is still the same old Kylar right?)
poor robin…..haven’t they been through enough…
i love it though…mmm infected kylar….
i hate to ask what happened to sydney
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Bonus characters for the BFB MDM AU (1/?)
if nickel exists in that battle for corrupted island & monday dusk monolith crossover au then ii characters gotta exist :troll:
The tragic losses of many victims on the former area he lived in was what made MDM!Nickel traumatized right to the point he fled and stayed in Goiky throughout the apocalypse.
MDM!Lightbulb
STATUS: INSANE
Despite being manic, she still retains her humor and some of her memories. She can hypnotize victims to brainwash them. She can cause an electrical discharge if distressed. She hunts together with her pet crab named Baxter.
MDM!Paintbrush
STATUS: INSANE
They're a revenant who is capable of pyromancy. Their right hand is strained, therefore they mostly use their left hand. When they become outraged, their brush strands will be entirely engulfed in flames as well as their eyes burn bright. Although, they don't get blinded by the fire at all.
MDM!Test Tube
STATUS: BRAINWASHED
She's a scientist that was formerly sane. Ever since Lightbulb brainwashed her, she became unhinged. If she puts on her goggles after spotting a victim, it's a sign that she's going to attempt to grasp and pierce you with her mechanical gloves that have hidden spikes.
MDM!Bot
STATUS: CORRUPTED
They're Test Tube & Fan's sentient robot child. They were sadly corrupt by a virus from the monolith, therefore they're now a brute who's trying to track down Nickel together with Test Tube, Fan, Goo, Clover, Blueberry and Balloon. They weaponize their trauma but also deeply care about their parents' safety. They have massive extra mechanical hands that represent butterfly antennae.
MDM!Fan
STATUS: INSANE
He's a revenant who was formerly sane. His wing tails can unfold and make himself glide. He can sometimes be seen walking on rough walls that are almost entirely vertical.
MDM!Baxter
STATUS: GONE
He's an entirely infected crab who hunts together with Lightbulb. His claw basically has a "second mouth".
MDM!Mephone4
STATUS: INSANE
He's corrupt by a virus from the monolith, but he actually managed to partially control himself normally. He's also capable of hovering. He'll cause a shockwave if he's too overwhelmed. He didn't kill Steve Cobs intentionally...
MDM!Suitcase
STATUS: SANE
She's a revenant that's full of paranoia who tends to be awoken by horiffic flashbacks, illusions and nightmares. After she helped out a certain group of survivors in Goiky once, she leaves as she doesn't want to be taken advantage by anyone. With all of this strife that's going on, how is she ever gonna help Baseball snap out of his torment?
MDM!Baseball
STATUS: GONE
A former survivor now enshrouded by blindness as the infection fully controls his body, right to point he forgot all of his memories. Once he hears your footsteps, HE'LL ATTEMPT TO BASH YOU AWAY AS HARD AS HE CAN.
MDM!Silver Spoon
STATUS: INSANE
He's a revenant who has his monolithan traits resembling a praying mantis, except for the fact that his scythe arms have flowers blooming on it. Don't get sent to a trance once he elegantly dances, because it's a sign of him luring you before going for a kill.
MDM!Candle
STATUS: INSANE
She's a revenant who is capable of magic. She'll attempt to lure you with her rattled tail, then she'll hem you in to give any of the infected, corrupted or brainwashed victims a chance to kill you.
MDM!Goo
STATUS: GONE
He's a feisty monolithan who is absolutely hungry as an alligator. He'll eat up a victim, either dead or alive. HE'S A PITBULL, BUT FAR WORSE.
MDM!Floor
STATUS: GONE
He's a monolithan who has the ability to take control of nature and change his size. He even has a tendency to overwhelm his victims by causing earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.
#bfdi#tpot#bfb#the power of two#battle for dream island#battle for bfdi#battle for bfb#bfb au#ii au#inanimate insanity au#inanimate insanity#fnf au#monday dusk monolith#fnf mdm au#fnf mdm#friday night funkin
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I will remember you(Part 2)
Extraordinary you!Au x Zombie Apocalypse!Au
Summary: The world was damned. A deadly virus going around turning everyone in zombies? Yeah, the world was definitely damned. But that was the least of his problems right now. Time was slipping by him..he had been hearing weird sounds. He decided that he was going crazy. Until a certain someone appeared and told him not to worry because apparently this all a fiction, more specifically a comic?
Words: 9k
AN: The next thing I want to put out is a Seungmin fanfic because I think people overlook him so much! I will try to organize my thoughts and put it out shortly! I hope you enjoy my work!
Part 1
Comic? Character? Me?
He shook his head, shaking the idea off him. There was absolutely no way. Thoughts were swimming around his head, making him feel light headed and dizzy. Was it really possible for all this to be a lie? He felt silly just by thinking it. The sunlight warming his skin felt real, the delightful laughter filling the classroom felt real, he felt real. Frustrated signs left him again.
Two days already passed since Y/N revealed to him the crazy shit that she thought the world consisted of. He recalled their conversation with disdain...
"Wow you are even more fucking crazy than I am"he exclaimed, beliwered. He took a step back, widening the distance between them. Who knows maybe a zombie bit her and all this were side effects.
"Maybe I am" she beamed happily, repeatedly patting the spot next to her expecting him to sit with her. He raised an eyebrow only to meet the same annoyingly cheery expression, he signed and caved. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, it was still warm from the setting sun above them he noticed.
"So do you want to learn more?"she inquired as she was talking with me about the weather ,hands busy brushing through her thick and tangled locks.
"Enlight me" he taunted her as he scanned the yard. He hadn't been here in months. From the level ground everything was way bigger than he remembered. Seeing it from up close was a reminder of the old times and how fucked up was his current situation.
"They won't come" she stated simply, still running her fingers through her brown locks. Total at ease in this environment. "I lounge here often enough. Never met a functioning zombie here"
"How come? Your writer doesn't fancy gardens? Oh!Oh! Are the zombies allergic?!" Irony was evident in his tone "That would explain soo much!"
"Ha ha..No, in the shadow they just...exist. They are not chasing us,not trying to eat us. I can just simply past one and it won't do anything. Just trust me"she shrugged, laying down to absorb as much sun as she could.
"I don't. Not even a little bit" he bit back and she laughed.
If he was honest that moment right there seemed straight out of a book. She laying there laughter filling the air, the sun setting behind them showering them in golden light, the breeze blowing just enough to feel refreshed and light. The flowers, even though they were dying like everything on this planet, still smelled wonderful. It was beautiful.. too bad he cared so little for it.
"So you're saying that this is a comic book? And what's the plot?" he snickered as he laid down as well. He normally would be so alert and ready to spring at any moment. But seeing her lazing around and being comfortable, made him more lazy as well. Her serenity calmed him oddly enough.
She shifted to her side, one arm supporting her weight to take a better look at him. She aspect him deeply, as if she was deciding to tell him a secret or not. He didn't know what expression he was wearing, maybe contempt or boredom, but she seemed to find whatever she was looking for. "Well, the zombie apocalypse trope is pretty obvious."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed that!"he scoffed
"Surprise!" She joked back, an ironic laugh leaving her "other than that.. you know the new girl? She is a spy from an opposite camp. The government is scavenging for survivors, the catch? They have limited space. So the smarter thing to do is eliminate the competition, according to them at least. Maniacs all of them if you ask me. Soo, they send her over to deal with us from the inside. Pretty stereotypical, right?"
His mouth fell open and his eyebrows flew to his hairline. Spy? The government? Every thought he was ready to voice in an rather rude way stayed there, catch in his throat "You are joking..right?"he eventually uttered.
"Wish I was believe me"she signed.
He didn't say anything for a while then he just stood up wordlessly and left.
And he had avoided her ever since like she was the plague.
He had to organize his thoughts. Provided she was telling the truth..how could he prevent the invasion of an enemy camp? How could he make the government pick them? How could he stop the girl? He tried to find a perfect solution only to come up empty.
He spend many sleepless nights. Okay three to be exact! But he needed the sleep! He had things to do and errands to run but the thing is wherever he went, he kept seeing her. Like fate was playing some twisted game against him. He was helping out with weaponry? She was there. He was keeping watch? She was releasing him of his duties. Heck she even slept two classrooms away he discovered as he went to sleep yesterday and she called out good night to him, making him jump out of his skin and dart inside.
He was currently in the weaponry area, also known as the janitor's closet and the benches outside of it, as it held the most tools that were of use to them. His unwounded hand served as a painful reminder of that fact. As Felix was tying the rope around two broken broomsticks to serve as a spear that he had no experience handling. The many times he had accidentally sprung it upon random people near him confirmed that so his preference for knives and close range weaponry was clear but as a good fellow he helped. As he was finishing honing the weapon, he realized that she was there too. Brown hair pilled on top of her head in a way too messy bun, white T shirt with patches of dirty stuck on it, clearly stating that she was pulling her weight around the camp and oversized denim jeans shorts that was a clearly bad choice for someone that had to run at the drop of a hat. Was she around that often before? How come he didn't noticed her?
As he glanced at her, he suddenly met her stare. She blinked slowly at him as a smile spread on her face, a greeting. He immediately turned his head the other way, flustered to be caught looking so obviously at her.
Instead he focused on the craft in his hands, tying the ropes with way more vigor than necessary. With a few more tugs he was done.
"Hey-!" He started and paused, barely catching himself. What was his name again? He racked his brain trying to come up with an answer. He had been around this kid 6 months now, they slept at the same classroom and hang out frequently together after a long day's work, so it was not acceptable not to remember his name.
"Can't remember, can ya?" A low voice whispered to his ear."I am curious though. Whose names do you remember?"
Upon feeling the low voice on his ear the boy swirled towards her. Of course she made her way from across the closet to sit with him, just so she can spite him.
He didn't answered her, just squinted his eyes at her. She was getting on his nerves really. All the crazy talk didn't help his situation and now she was popping up everywhere.She was an easy target to get out all his frustration and ire."What the fuck?"
She titled her head looking at him."You know in the comics you are made out to be such a sweetheart. From up close you are more like an asshole"
"Fuck off then."he shrugged, curiosity peeked. Sweetheart? Him? That writer ought to get his eyes checked. He maybe had more of baby face, but that meant nothing. It was the freckles, he decided.
"Nah, assholes are more my type" he let out a huff at her flirty commend. It had been months, a year top, since he was last hit on and she was cute. Too bad she was batshit crazy. "You can't remember his name because he doesn't have one" she resumed.
"What?"he questioned ,startled.
"He is an extra, unlike you he doesn't have a set up. He doesn't need a name, he is just there to fill the empty space." She said picking dirty from her nails.
"Everyone has a name" he refuted, leaning towards her to whisper in her ear. If someone heard them talking they would be deemed as lunatics and thrown out to the zombies together.
"Name someone besides your friend group and me"she tutted.
"Hyunjin,Minho, Seungmin..you want me to continue?" He sassed, relaxing more on the bench he had stationed himself.
"You don't consider them part of your group?"she asked, an odd expression on her face.
"We're not that close" he simply answered. They seemed that way? I mean, sure they hang out but if he was made to chose someone to go to with a secret Changbin and Jisung would be it for him. They were the most understanding and kind people he knew.
"Huh" she seemed lost in her thoughts.
"What?" He asked again
"Nothing"she answered "Anyway, don't you want me to show you the proof you asked for? If you come with me tonight I will show you"
He was suspicious. Things always got messy when she appeared "Where are we going?"
"To show you the comic,of course" she smiled mischievously.
"But where?"
"You'll see"
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When Felix opened his eyes darkness greeted him.
Of course it had to be in the middle of the night,he grumbled. Even though he didn't like the events taking place right now he quietly got up, taking extra care as to not wake up Jisung or any of the others sleeping soundly on the floor. The old oil lamp provided the only source of light to help him make his way to the front door. But if he prided himself on something it was how agile he was. Minho once compared him to a cat and even though he would like something more..regal he appreciated the compliment.
Tippy toeing to the front between the masses of bodies was a piece of cake and soon Felix was closing the door behind him and walking down the hallway. The halls were totally empty, which was an understatement. It still didn't sit right with him to see them empty, though. They usually were filled with ex-students talking and laughing, now the large windows casted an airily glow that creeped him out. He shook his head, deciding to hurry. As soon as he hit the last step he saw you laying down on top of the desk, mere meters from the patched up door that almost went down the other day.
"Do you do anything besides laying down?" He said announcing his presence as he went to stand over her head, flicking her lightly on the forehead
She immediately opened her eyes, hands flying to the spot he hit and craned her neck to look at him. "I lay down as often as I can. I don't know about you, but I am not athlete material and this damn world keeps me in my toes"
He hummed softly. "Where are going?"
She righted herself on the desk and hoped down, bouncing energetically on her feet. "Follow me, grumpy pants"
She made a bee line to the window on the right side of the room, opening it and jumping outside. Fortunately the height was not too much for them, so they easily landed in the back area of the school, back when he first caught a glimpse of her.
"Now we have to climb through that window"she pointed to a ground floor window, similar to the one they just exited. "Once we are in,we just take the stairs to the second floor and turn left and into the library we go!"she word-vomited, unable to stop herself it seemed. She was way too talkative for such late hour.
"Do you always talk that much?"he wondered as be followed her. She ignored him as she drew closer to the window. She stood still for a second,before muttering something under her breath. She started to walk away from the wall, skipping down the back yard, a loud noice was heard and soon after she come back with a chair in her arms.
"I swear every time!" She exaggerated.
"What?"he asked, as she placed the chair under the half open window.
She stepped on the chair, pushing the heavy window open bit by bit. "When a scene take place, everything that happened on shadow goes back to their original place, so I have to keep carrying the chair back here. It's really annoying " she glanced at him, noticing his confused appearance and explained. "For example, let's say you injury yourself in the shadow.. it won't appear in the scene because the writer didn't mean to write that but if it happens on the scene it's permanent" the window was completely open by the time she finished her sentence,giving her the chance to jump inside.
Once she jumped into the building she stuck her head outside and shouted "Your turn!"
So he injured himself in the shadow when he scratched himself on the nails? Was that why the wound disappeared overnight?He climbed on the rusty old chair and easily followed her steps. In mere seconds he stood beside her in the opposite side of the school.
He was starstruck. The school was.. pristine. That was the exact word that described it. The little furniture that the hall held, such as bookcases and a couple of lockers, were in their normal positions -completely dust and damage free. From the side of his eye he could see the cafeteria were the same applied. The lunch tables and all of their chairs were stacked neatly against each other like waiting for thousand of kids to sit on them and happily eat away the awful cafeteria lunch.
She was examinating him as he looked around "Weird,huh?" She asked him, his confusion and awe all over his face.
"Why is the place like that? It is overrunned by zombies. It should have been total chaos in here" he asked as he turned around and around to catch all the little details.
"Because the writer didn't have a need to write it destroyed. My guess is that he needed a model of a school and that is why that part exists. He technically doesn't need to write this part, but it would be weird not to exist and ta da!!" She exclaimed, jumping light and using flashy jazz hands.
"Huh.." he marveled, coming back to her side.
"Ready?" He nodded at her and they started to climb the stairs quietly.
He had a million things he wanted to ask, still only half believing her. He looked at her back and decided to speak up "How did you figured out?That it was safe I mean?"
She reflected on the question and answered "It was a month in the comic, after the virus spread. I started to hear noises, time flew right by and I started to get strong headaches..Much like you did."she cocked her head in his direction as she naturally took a left turn to head to the library. "Then it started coming up to me. The truth. Memories. Flashes from the past. And that was it."
He paused, legs feeling weaker than usual. He grabbed her arm before she could open the double door that lead to the library."What do you mean flashes from the past?"
She looked at him over her shoulder, a secretive smile on her face "You didn't think that was my first rodeo, right?" She said voice enigmatic and dark, as she pushed the door open.
The library stayed the same. That was his first thought. The room had a high ceiling making it appear enormous,tall rows of bookcases stretched all over the place, making almost like a labyrinth. The wooden floor and cozy little spots made it more comfortable and warm despite it's intimidating size. In the middle of the room was a small circle, where students could study and lazy around. It was like a day hadn't passed.
Y/N flew from beside him and headed over the fiction section, searching for something. He followed her as he did most of the evening. She had started talking before he even reached her.
"The comic book appears here every time..Not the same place everything time though. I tried to take it with me but it won't stay. It just disappears. It's like a treasure hunt every time!" She said, giggling. She was passing rows and rows of books, making sure her hand is brushing every one of them.
"You said that is not your first rodeo. What does that mean?"he asked carefully.
Without pausing her stride she answered "I have been in other comics before, the writer likes to use characters from his past books. Lazy bastard. I have been in a college comics. In a mafia one too! Was never the lead though " she murmured the last part.
Meanwhile Felix didn't know what to say. So this meant she had lived at least 3 lives before this one?
"So have we met before?" He wondered.
"Don't think so..I would have definitely remembered you"she stated, making him flush. Red splotches were sprawled all over his face and neck he was sure. It wasn't that he hadn't heard a compliment before, but the way she said she would surely remember him without much explanation hinting he was special enough to be remembered.. he was strangely touched.
"Here it is!" She exclaimed, jumping up, steadying herself on the lowest shelf and stretching to catch a thin book.She looked at him and cocked her head to the studying area in the middle of the library.
She reached the desk that was near them and made herself comfortable on top of the desk, instead of a chair. She placed the book beside her and waved him closer. He took a seat in the chair in front at the book and looked at it, a snort leaving him immediately.
"Deadly love?" He questioned, reading the title.
"I Know!!!"she yelped, throwing her hands in the air.
It was small, barely larger than his hand and it's color was black with splatters of red. Blood, he realized. He slowly opened the first page and sketches of familiar faces greeted him. The drawing of Hyunjin and the new girl was the first thing that caught his eye. A few notable info under their sketches, along with their names. In the page next to them he saw his name, along with his friend's and acquaintance's names. He ran his fingers over his own drawing.
Lee Felix. 18. Friend of Hyunjin, the favorite of the group, a total sweetheart.
That was it. His whole being summed up in those meaningless words. Rage filled him but he clenched his teeth and suppressed it. Now wasn't the time for that. He turned a page and an other page and an another and an another. Words had left him, numbness had taken over.
He turned his head towards Y/N, waiting for some guidance or comforting words. He was not sure what look he was displaying but as soon as he turned her hand found home in his shoulder rubbing it soothingly.
"It's gonna be okay." She muttered voice light and warm, just like that time at the roof. He signed as he brought his hands on his face, rubbing it roughly before regaining control.
He continued to flip the pages, his fingers brushing against the scenes in which he took part in. He could recognize quite a few events, the scenes which contained the romance between hyunjin and his girl he did not care to read. But what caught his attention was the scenes with you and from the enemy camp. You weren't in many scenes and those you were in, he almost didn't recognize you. You always wore a sneer and pretty much bullying the fuck out of the poor main lead. It was a struck difference between the you, who he saw in the paper and the you, who was looking at him right now. As for enemy camp... the whole plan laid before him and he didn't know what to do with this information.
"We have to tell someone, do something!" he protested, glancing up to your figure that was reading along. You were unusually quiet, a far away look in your brown eyes that unsettled him greatly.
"What would you like to do?"Y/N asked, leaning her weight on her hands that were against the desk casually.
"We have to tell Chan! We have to kick her out of her and move our camp!"he yelled, unable to hold his temper in check.
"Very valid points. Do it" she challenged, a airy smile on her face. She suddenly leaned closer to him,face very close to his person, from her place on the desk she looked almost menacing. She almost looked like her book self.
"Why do I sense a but?"he groaned, exaggerated at this point.
"They won't listen. You could tell them everything and they won't by the next scene. It is an unfortunate catch of the comic." She hopped down from the desk and she stated circling around him. "Okay, quiz time!"
He looked at her with a look that said really, but she nodded.
"Shadow!"
He let out a long breath and kicked lightly his feet like a fretful child but answered her question nonetheless. "We have free will, can do whatever we want"
She pumped her fists in the air and with a voice of a bad show presenter she shouted "Correct! What is the noise you hear?"
"Umm.." he got nothing to show there.
"Eeech! Incorrect! That the sound of a scene starting. Haven't you noticed you are saying things you don't mean and want when you hear the sounds?" She grabbed the book from his hands and and flipped through stopping at a familiar scene."This is the scene where Hyunjin tells you about his feelings. You said that you are not close with him, but here you are consoling him. Why? Because the writer made you do it."
Felix stared the scene before him. It was true that he cared little about such things and he didn't understand the need he had that moment to console him. Was it truly everything a lie? Was such a puppet to the writer?
"Don't be sad Lixie! We have each other now!" She said throwing an arm around his shoulders, rubbing her cheek against him.
He right away unwinded her arm from his person and pushed her lightly away. "I don't know you."
"We can get to know each other. Something tells me that we will be great friends." she beamed at him, still not shying away from him.
"Why are you so happy all the time? We are ,like, dying"he wondered, making himself comfortable on the chair.
"My set up is a minor villain as you saw. I am always a bitch on the scenes I am in. Got tired of frowning all the time. You probably won't remember me in the scenes but I always bully the new girl, I am a lackey to Mina.. you know short black hair ? Frowning all the time? Loud as fuck?"
"Yeah I somewhat remember her..but not you.."he mumbled the last part, hoping she wouldn't hear.
"Don't sweat it, I am an extra.I am even lucky to get a name" she cackled settling down again,this time beside him."So what you wanna do now? Should I bring other comics?" She asked hopefully.
He though about arguing with her, but he had nothing better to do."Let me come with you. I don't trust your taste"
"Romance not your taste Lixie?" She teasingly mocked, looking him through her lashes.
He rolled his eyes and made his way to the fiction section.
She giggled and followed him.
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The next few weeks were way more fun than the 6 months he spend here.
He was way calmer now that he was sure he wasn't losing it. He also was more calm with the whole zombie situation. In the past he jumped at the slightest noise, he was ready to bolt at the drop of a hat. He was scared for his life. Now he laid at the roof, gazing at the horizon. It was funny how things changed.
Over the past weeks he had gotten a lot closer with Y/N. Unwillingly, he would always claim and she would always smile. During the lunch breaks they would always sneak to the library to lazy around and read some comics. They tried to turn on some devices, Y/N insisting that some may work. A waste of time that was. But he learned that she enjoyed some gaming back in the days, not as much as he did but it would be nice to play together. He wondered what Fortnite would be with her, probably a lot of shouting from him and uncontrollable giggles from her as she messed up. They would always brave the other side of the school as well, finding a lot of lost things in the process. He had discovered a ton of clothes laying around, knifes laying around in the kitchen of the cafeteria, which he tried to sneak over to the other side. All in vain as they were gone by the morning. Y/N had discovered an old radio in the library, probably older than both of them combined, and she had the damn thing blasting all day long. He had tried to throw that blasted thing away only for it to show up in it's place the next noon. While Y/N was happy..him? Not so much... especially cause she turned it even higher in volume, dancing around rhythmically to its beats, causing him a headache, which she quoted was totally deserved. They had discovered cards and board games as well, making the time pass easier. She had found some old pencils and markers in some drawer and had insisted that he would be her model, saying it was her dream once to become an artist. One look at the final result had Felix reaching over and tearing apart the caricature she had drawn, not minding her cries of protest."It gives me the creeps"he had said to her and he was being truthful! She wasn't cut to be an artist in the slightest, after that attempt she had for shaken drawing in favor of other skills.
A loud noise shook him out of his thoughts. He slowly turned around to see a familiar face enter the rooftop.
"Hey Mina..I can handle your shift for today..I know you are tired these days, why don't you take a rest?" Y/N sweetly proposed, leaning forward with earnest eyes pined on the other girl.
"Y/N!! I kinda am, now that you mentioned it" Mina said stretching her sore muscles. "You are such a sweetheart for thinking of me. Thanks dear" she said heading towards the door,sending a flying kiss her way on the way. "Well!..Have fun!"
"I intend to" Y/N said, wolfishly. She turned to him, already wearing a chesire smile on her face. "Oh Lixie! Look what I have here!" She extended her hand towards him. An pack of Uno cards in her grasp.
He titled his head and paused. "You agreed to change shifts just to paly Uno with me?" He asked, incredulously.
"What can I say? I was bored" she shrugged, having already crossed the distance and foldings the cards. "You wanna go first or should I?"
He rolled his eyes as he settled down as well. "You go"
"I must warn you though. I am a pro"she challenged, raising her eyebrow.
"We shall see"he returned.
Three games later and he still had to won. He threw his head back, a scream bubbling in his throat. "You-you are cheating!"he accused, aggressively pointing at her.
"No I am not! Now take your six cards like a man!" She protested, eyes sparkling with victory.
He groaned as he went to draw six more cards-
Blink.
Swoosh!
"Okay guys, here's the plan."
A couple of students were gathered in the teacher's office. He couldn't get used to this feeling now that he knew what it is. A scene was starting. His gaze darted around taking everything in. He recognized several faces, Chan's, Minho's, Mina's, Spy girl's and finally yours. You looked so different now though. You had that look he only catch a glimpse of in the comic book. Five minutes before your eyes were glistening, you were laughing carefree as you were whooping his ass at Uno. Now your eyes were focused and aggressive, a frown marrying your pretty face, your hair pulled back and your arms crossed. You were ready for battle. Then he realized why. Of course. The supplies. Minho mentioned that they were running dangerously low.
"We will go to the second floor today. Our goal is mainly canned food. If you can find packaged bread, it's fine too. Y/N and Mina you take the first floor, we have scanned it already but see if you can find some more medicine." Chan explained. Short and to the point as always. "You ready? All got your tools?" He received nods from all around.
Before he could say anything or catch your gaze-
Swoosh!
They stood before the market already. He wanted to turn and look at you, but his face stayed turned straight, his knuckles turning white from his fierce grip on his knife.
Chan turned and pointed to the entrance. Words were a threat right now, not a friend. All together they started to enter the building. It once was a market place filled with everything you could imagine from painkillers to furniture, now it was all past glory. Half the lights were shut or shattered making the place plunged in darkness, the rows of shelves were half-empty or cluttered from the many hands that went through them. Many products were on the floor, some opened and thrown away in it's previous owner's hurry, making the stench so strongly that a few of them had to place a cloth over their nose. Quickly they ascended the stairs, his vision of the girls downstairs gone. He had a bad feeling, he didn't want to be there for a second more but his feet wouldn't listen to him. So even though he wanted to stop and run the other way, he continued searching rows and rows of products.
Four minutes in, he had his bag full and was ready to go. Now he thought about it, this must be the work of the writer- a never ending of supplies abandoned super market. But the run here was too uneventful. He tapped Chan on the shoulder, jerking his head towards the staircase. The older male nodded as well and hand-gestured the rest of the team to follow. When they were in the middle of the staircase a loud noise alerted them and the inhuman grunt that followed filled them with even more dread. Running as fast and noiseless as they could, they made bee line to the exit. That's when the thought popped up in his head.
No! Y/N is still in there! He willed his feet to stop running, to turn the other way but they failed him miserably. His breath started coming quicker than normal, his palms sweating. He had to find a way in! But the damn scene wasn't ending! From the side of his eye, he saw a lone petite figure darting towards the direction of the other girls. But that was the last thing he saw before his traitorous feet carried him outside. As soon as they were outside Chan shouted" The girls" and started to make his way inside yet again but Minho, ever the strategist, stopped him by shaking his head.
"It's too late now Chan"he whispered, already closing the large doors sealing them inside, making them safe and sealing the girls' fate.
No..no! This couldn't be happening, would he lose her? He couldn't lose her... Panic choked him, tears sprung to his eyes and his damned feet still wouldn't move! He closed his eyes, shoulders dropping waiting for the known sound to end the scene so he could fall apart.
"Hurry! Come on! Come on!" A feminine voice yelled, sounds of feet stomping to them was the only other sound be heard.
"You escaped!" Chan said, slumping with relief.
He turned to look at them.
All of you reached them,out of breath and clutching each other tightly as you answered like one, but the noise was too loud for them to hear. Felix couldn't believe the relief that he felt. You were there, albeit dirty,sweaty and nearly slumped over from the exhaustion but you were there-safe.
"I saw the zombie going to them! So I threw an cup or whatever that was near me to the opposite side. The zombie got distracted by the sounds and forgot about us. We heard the door closing so we hid in the back room and we escaped from the window there." Spy Girl said.
"Thank you..You saved us"Mina said, you nodding repeatedly from beside her, still visibly trembling.
"I did what anyone would do" she replied, rocking on her heels with a big smile on her face.
Swoosh!
Felix felt like he could finally breath. He couldn't wait until they were alone. "Y/N!" He dived immediately to her,cradling her face in his hands. After a good look on her face, he run his hands across her trying to find fault. "You okay?Are you hurt?" His hands roamed all over her, not wanting to hurt her but still wanting to check. They settled on her forearms shaking her lightly. "Y-Y/N?" He asked again when he didn't get an answer. He grinded his teeth, getting impatient.
"I am fine Lixie." She willed herself to respond. But he saw her, her skin was ashen and her eyes filled with unreleased tears. He wanted to comfort her first, but his feelings got the best of him.
"What the fuck! You could have gotten killed! Why didn't you tried to run?!" He spatted at her, tightening his hands on her for a moment before letting her go. He stayed close, too close for comfort but not close enough for his. He run his hands through his hair, tugging it roughly. He couldn't stay still, body filled with adrenaline.
She lowered her head, staring at her feet. Totally avoiding eye contact. "For the same reason you didn't come back to help" she whispered back. That, right there, was a stab right at his heart. He kept quiet out of frustration. He wanted to help, he sweared he did but his feet were nailed to the ground!
She looked at him through her lashes, shoulder hitting him gently. "I am fine. Really"
She offered a smile, more shaky and uncertain than her usually cheeky a d mischievous one, but he would take what he could get.
Wordlessly he snaked his hand over her shoulders, cuddling her to his side. He couldn't get over this feeling that washed over him, he needed her near right now. Only she could make the bad feeling go away.
"Eeeh... shall we go back now that everyone is here?" Chan proposed. Everyone eagerly nodded their consent and rushed to get away from the store.
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They barely made it inside when everyone flew off, the scene no longer binding them together until they were the only ones in the hall. Felix tugged her hand, that he now realized he never had let go of, cocking his head towards the window. Y/N paused for a moment before nodding and following him.
After helping her get out of the window, he went to find the stupid chair that kept disappearing.It was out of habit now, the drill between them known for a while. They climbed in silently and made their way up together. He didn't like the silence, he got so used to her talking a mile a minute. Now she was out of words it seemed, and that alone scared him. He let go of her hand that he had grabbed yet again without his knowledge and pushed the double doors open. The library seemed especially inviting today. Warm sunlight showering every corner of the place, wooden floors almost shinning in response to the exposure. They had left several pieces of clothing over the time but they kept disappearing so the place was too clean for his taste. He ushered her in the middle and made her take a sit in a chair in front of him. He awkwardly crouched before her wanting to look at her.
"Hey" he whispered, reaching a hand to pull her hair away from her face. He placed his hand against her cheek turning her head lightly to him. She was still shaken up. His other hand found way to her thigh rubbing soothing circles to calm her down. "You are okay now Y/N"
Her only response was a nod as she stared off to space. She looked at him, but not really.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He continued, still running soothingly circles over her leg.
She swallowed thickly before opening her mouth. "I thought I was done for Felix. I t-thought my time was u-up." She said, still looking off to space.
"Look at me" Felix whispered, guiding her face to his. He placed his forehead against her and closed his eyes, hoping this would ground her as much it grounded him."You are here. With me. Nothing bad happened. You are here"he repeated, feeling her rigid body calm a bit, shoulders slumping and hearing her repeat "with you" made something snap in him.
Maybe it was the fear he felt today at the thought that he lost her , maybe it was the thought what would he do in this place without her and her company keeping him warm or maybe it was how beautiful she looked with her flushed cheeks and red bitten lips but he felt that if he didn't feel them on his right that second he would explode.
"Y/N..."he breathed out. Maybe it was his tone or the way his breath caught up she seemed to realize what he wanted. Because now that her watery eyes opened they met his longing stare and fleeted down to his half open lips.
He hesitated as he cradled her face, angling her face to his own. But the bashful smile on her face and her already closed eyes spurred him to lean forward and close the distance between their lips. He gently pressed his mouth to her, just a gentle warm touch. She tasted fresh like running water and something entire her and he was immediately sold. Their lips brushed against each other slowly, dancing to their own tempo until he felt her tongue on his lip, asking him to deepen their kiss, which he gladly accepted. They mouths classed perfectly, her hands were embracing him pulling him closer and he was in turn caressing every inch he could get hold of. Her cold hands gently touched his neck and chin causing him to shudder and her to smile. She broke away to take a much needed breath and looked at him, wearing that heart-stopping smile. She suddenly jumped into his arms, making him lose balance and fall to the hard wood floor. Any other day he would have been pissed, now he laughed wholeheartedly as he trapped her in his embrace . She signed with content and hide her face in the crook of his neck.
"Can we stay like that for a while?"
"As long as you would like,love"
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A few more weeks passed filled with laughter and secret rendezvous. Their days were mostly spend in the library chilling. They would lazy around ,reading or playing cards. Felix quickly learned that you were too good of a player. Experience- you claimed from the days were you would gamble away in the mafia world. You had also gotten your hands upon some crafts books you wanted to try drawing skills long forgotten,but the result was hundreds paper cranes floating around the library. He had tried to join you but after 3 disfigured cranes, he decided that he had had enough choosing instead to lay there as you crafted away. His favourite past time thought would be the time you spend in each other's embrace,kissing away the anxiety and loving each other. Funny, he thought, I didn't think I would be as open to affection as Y/N was. There was not a minute he wasn't touching you in some way that would be either a arm thrown over your shoulders or placed on your waist or simply his lips against yours. You were inseparable.
You didn't even separate in sleep. Y/N would always end up in his blanket, either she was there talking with him and his friends and she would simply doze off there or she would be in the door with her own blanket waiting for someone to let her in, just like an oversized puppy. The first few times Changbin and Jisung threw some questioning looks at him but after a few days they welcomed you in just as often. They even remembered your name after using so much time in the shadow.
Right now you were laying side by side on the library floor, the sun warming your figures, almost lulling you to sleep.At least one of you.
"Lixiee" a whiny voice penetrates his eardrum. He ignored said voice with the hope of catching some sleep."Lixie I know you're not sleeping." She said drawing closer, half laying on top of him
"How?"he said not bothering to open his eyes. He was so relaxed right now that every small movement was a promise of pain.
"You snore when you sleep" she sassed back, now poking at his ribs.
"I do not snore"he protested lazily,finally turning his head to look at her laying in his arms all snuggly and adorable.
"Made you look through"she said, playing with his T shirt sleeve.
He half laughed half signed. He laid his head back down staring blankly at the ceiling. "What you wanted?" he asked, raising an arm to caress her hair.
"I found a book-" he groaned without hearing the rest "you didn't even let me finish!" She jokingly protested, mirth dancing in her brown eyes.
He stopped faking his death to let her finish her sentence. "I found a book about dancing-" on que he started to groan louder.
"Ohh come on! We didn't held any dances before this whole fiasco started"she protested, crossing her arms and adoring a pout on her face.
Felix looked at her being all pouty for a dance. He turned on his side, jutting out his arms to support his weight. "What kind of dance?" he asked out of curiosity.
Her eyes immediately light up. She turned the book to him showing off a page of a pair-
"Waltzing!" She cried out, grinning
He looked at the page. He could waltz.. it was just staying in place and twirling her around. His eyes fleeted to hers, watching her practically vibrate. "Okay" he agreed.
She let out a small cry, kissing him swiftly and darted from her seat on the floor in search of something. A beat later he heard a melody playing in the background. The radio. A melancholic yet passionate tone was swirling in the air now, the sun was hitting just right and Y/N approaching him with graceful strides and a sweet smile on her face made Felix feel fuzzy and warm inside.
"Can I have this dance, kind sir?" She lightly bowed, stretching her hand out to him. She looked at him through her lashes, eyes filled with stars and smile with mischief.
He let out a happy puff of air "Well of course" he stood up and pulled her close, placing his hand on her waist. She stepped even closer,not an inch separating their bodies, placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered "To my left". And they started waltzing. Their first circle was kind of awkward as they didn't know what exactly they were doing, but as the second circle rolled in they were gliding across the wooden floor more smoothly. The sound of Waltz no. 2 that filling the air covered their delighted giggles and accompanied their longing gazes.
She never looked more beautiful than right now, he thought. Darks eyes locked on his, never breaking contact, her hands that were always running a few degrees colder than his,were pulling him closer,now thrown over his shoulder playing with his hair. Her own glossy dark hair were swaying around her, caressing him as they moved around. She looked adorable with her white tee and great sweatpants that she clutched like an evening gown. He was beyond happy in this moment. The world may be damned, but he felt a new kind of hope now.
He suddenly grabbed her by the waist , hosting her up in the air and twirled her around. She was startled for a moment , before throwing her head back and let out a loud laugh. He carefully set her down and as the song drew to its peak and great ending, he dipped her gently.
Her brown eyes were half closed, her pupils dilated and lips half open inviting him in. He dipped even further and closed the distance between them kissing her with all he got. All the emotion he felt in that moment convened in the pressing of his lips and tightening of his hands around her.
He eventually let go of her lips to get some necessary air into his lungs. Eyes still closed as savoring the moment ,they righted their postures. They didn't let go of each other right away, just stood there gazing at each other's eyes. She tip toed to press a lingering kiss on his lips "That was fun" she said, rocking back and forth in his arms "we should do it more often"
"As you wish, my lady" he whispered leaned in for more sweet kisses.
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Swoosh!
As soon as Felix gained consciousness he was sure of 3 things. Firstly, that awful sound in his ears is the sound of a scene starting, secondly, even if he couldn't move his head to check, he was sure you weren't beside him sleeping as he last remembered and thirdly, something very bad was happening.
"Guys! We got to go! We are under attack! Get up, we got to go!" An alarmed Hyunjin that moments before burst into the room, shouted, shaking unconscious students awake with force.
"Who is attacking us?!" Changbin asked in a horrified stupor.
Hyunjin threw a glance over his shoulder to a girl half hidden behind him."I will explain later. Now we got to hurry!" He said already taking off to wake the others.He unwillingly got up and followed suit. He ran to the closest classrooms, waking up other unsuspecting students all the while trying to catch a glimpse of you. Panic had taken over everyone,the entire school was up and running but that was nothing until they heard the sounds of engines running. He threw himself against the nearest window and watch with horror as enormous car decorated with spikes and wire netting tore it's way through the front gates, letting the enemy in as well as dozens upon dozens of zombies.
A arm grabbed his own and for a moment he thought that the scene was over and you were grabbing him trying to get him away from the horrors. But the hope fell through as Changbin shouted his name and for him to focus. He continued running not knowing where he was going. He was starting to panic as well he didn't know what would they do and more importantly he didn't know where you where. None of the students he helped were you. He knew that your classroom when you didn't sleep with him was on this floor so logically you would be safe..
But the panic he felt before was nothing compared to the one he was feeling now as he heard the screams that accompanied the gunshots. He exchanged a petrified look with Changbin and they run."What is happening?" He screamed, feeling helpless.
"I don't know man, just run!"he yelled, clearly as overwhelmed as he felt.
"Felix! Changbin!" A yelp was heard from behind them. As soon as they turned they spotted Chan running to them. "An enemy camp has invaded ours. They have guns and they are killing everyone that crosses their eyes. Hyunjin told to gather you all in the roof that-that the government is going to pick us up,that they are looking for survivors!Try to avoid anyone strange looking...and don't go on the first floor.Please" he said.The next second he threw himself at us, clutching us tight. "I will see you on the roof. But... "He trailed off looking as if he couldn't keep in the tears.
"Go. We will be right behind you" Changbin said returning the hug. Felix clutching him just as tight. He looked at them one last time and sped off.
Swoosh!
Finally!
Felix was ready to take off. He had wasted precious time already in this fucking bullshit, he cared enough for Chan to appreciate this small moment, but he needed to find you. He took a total of 3 steps before an arm wrapped around his.
"What?" he snapped, almost seeing red.
Changbin didn't move an inch."Where the fuck you going Felix?"
"I have to find Y/N"he said trying to break free from the boy"I-I have to find her!"he shouted
"We have to get to the roof"Changbin said, determinated. Felix managed to shrugged him off, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"You go first. I..I can't leave without her Binnie" he begged him, the desperation on his face evident. The older boy took a step back, a stern expression on his face that Felix hasn't associated with him. "Don't fight a losing battle" he warned "I will wait for you upstairs. I will wait for you man" he finally said , quickly hugging him once again and turned around, disappearing in the dark.
As soon as Changbin left his sight , he run. He jogged all around the place, hiding himself at the slightest sound. He was brave enough to do this for you, he reminded himself. The fear of a bullet through his brain was not enough to hold him back.So he continued running, his eyes missing nothing. He met a lot of students, terrified and trembling on different corners of the school so he explained as fast as he could and sent them on their way. But there was no sign of you. He checked everywhere,on the teacher's office,on the janitor's closet, on every classroom...that left him with only one opinion.
He rocked on his heels, trussing his hair before making the decision. You were worth the risk, so as quietly he could he went down the stairs.
As he made his way down the first thing that hit was the stench. Copper and gun fire. The second thing he noticed was that no one was there except fallen bodies. Tears sprung to his eyes. He knew this people, he talked to them hours before and now they were lifeless masses on the floor because of a massacre. He swallowed and made himself look at their faces. No sign of you but this time he was relieved. "Y/N!" He whispered-shouted, scanning the place once again.
"Fe-Felix!" A voice called out, weak, barely managing to speak up so he can notice. But he noticed, he swung his head to the direction of their window. He run so fast he didn't notice the trail of blood he run through, until he jumped out of the window and he saw you.
You were laying just beside the window, clearly not having any more strength to pull yourself further away, looking like a total mess. Your hair disheveled beyond saving, skin ashen almost a sickly white, your lips that were usually smiling were twisted in a grimace, but you were alive.
"Y/N!" He couldn't stop himself he immediately threw his hands around you, holding you tight but your response was one he didn't expect. A loud pained groan left your lips ,your whole body tensing. "Y-Y/N?" He stuttered, feeling lost. Until he saw the way you held yourself, the dried blood in your chin and lips ,but most importantly the flesh blood that was pooling in your stomach region.
"Why are you here,love?" She asked placing a cold hand on his cheek, caressing him lovingly. "You are supposed to be on the roof from what I heard"
"I came to get you.Come on hang on to me, I can carry you up. Come on" he said, trying to place her hand around a his shoulders, but he only felt her tense more, pain filling her. He tried to snake his hands under her legs and host her up but it ended the same.
"Lixie-"she started but he shushed her. He tried to collect her in his arms again, but he could feel how heavy her body was, how she couldn't control her movements.
"No!No no no no!No!" He chanted, as he capped her face "You have to get up, we have to get out together! I will dance with you every day! I will play cards with you! I will cook for you!You won't have to do anything! Just" he sobbed, tears he could no longer hold now were freely flowing. " Just stay with me. Please Y/N"he cried, willing her to live with him.
"Felix,look at me" she breathed. He shook his head, burrowing his head in the crook of your neck, hugging you, breathing you in. He felt your lips at his temple and your weak arms wrapping themselves around him. "I will try to remember you in our next life. I will remember you." She promised. He pulled himself back and gave her a tearful smile.
"And I will remember you, my love. I will remember you" he promised and leaned down to connect their lips one last time.
Swoosh!
He blinked.
He was on a helicopter, looking down at the school along with some of the others. He recognized Chan and Minho, who were going from person to person trying to reassure and comfort. He spotted Jisung and Changbin close by him, Hyunjin and his girl huddled in a corner clutching each other but he turned away , not standing the sigh of them. He turned his attention to the school below him. Now a graveyard for the fallen ones. A place that will always remind us of our loved ones.
Tears filled his vision.
Goodbye my love , he thought. I will find you again.
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Swoosh!
Blinding lights was the first thing he saw. Music was the first thing he heard. Something heavy on his person was the first thing he felt.
He opened his eyes and he was in awe.
They first thing he did was look down only to see a heavy armor surrounding him. It was all silver metal with gold finishings. A sword was fastened in the armor, he was sure it weighted the same amount as him, if it wasn't even heavier.Then he looked up to see where he was.
A palace. He was in a real life palace. It was pristine. White walls with golden details engraved in complicated designs stretched over the walls. The ceiling was high up, so the enormous golden chandelier had more room to extend all over the people dancing. They all glided so gracefully on the marble floor as thought they didn't touch it.
Every girl was dressed in long regal dresses which when they moved on the dance floor twirled around them making them look like fairies, every man had a three piece suit and while they were magnificent they looked like the belonged in a medieval play. All had adored masks, some were more plain but still painfully beautiful with golden or silver details, others had chosen more bold colours with feathers and glittery dust decorating them. He could spot figures with plainer clothes and simple masks carrying traits and drinks. Servants,he thought. With an other quick look around he spotted men dressed in the same silver armor he wore.
Upon a elevated space was a seat fit for a king. On its sides sat two smaller seats,not less regal. All had crimson cushions and gold details as well. Gold must be their thing,he thought. Two tall guards stood behind the thrones wearing an even heavier armor than his.
Great. Zombie apocalypse first, now Arthur and the round table. Excellent.
He leaned against the wall he was by and gazed at the crowd. He didn't see anyone he knew as he didn't know what was he supposed to do here.
He didn't much attention to his surrounding until he felt a presence stop before him.
"Can I have this dance, kind sir?" a melodious voice echoed.
He pinned her with his eyes "Y/N?" Voice lashed with doubt he called her.
A black mask with silver details hide her face, but he could recognize that eyes. He would never forget those eyes.
He looked at her. Not believing that she stood before him, alive and well.He stared with vigor trying to erase the last memory of her bleeding at the ground and burn this one to his memory.
A silver tiara sat on top of glossy brown hair that were curled to perfection, her face although hidden by the mask was alluring completed by a set of rubby red lips. Her gown was amazing black velvet and tulle were wrapped around her in a perfect balance. If the other girls looked fairies, she looked like a queen. A dark queen of vengeance.
"The one and only" she smirked, extending her hand. In his stupor he took it and stepped in the dance floor with her. She placed her right hand on his shoulders, fingers immediately starting to play with his hair and left hand placed in his. He tightened his arms around her in a daze.
"You are here" the stupid smile didn't leave his face. She was here, her cold hands clutching his and looking him like he hung the stars. "I am so sor-"
"Lixie shhh. No. None of that. We are here. Together" they circled the dance floor twice by now and whispers started to arise, following them as they started their third round.
"Together" he agreed.
"What is going on here?" He lowered his head placing on top of hers. She hid her face on his neck, placing a sweet kiss there making him flush.
"You are my knight in shining armor" she sung. "You are in for a surprise, knight"
"What?"he leaned back to take a good look at her. She smiled and opened her mouth-
Swoosh!
He was back by the wall in what he assumed was his post. As soon as the scene started trumpets started playing announcing the entrance of the royal family. First entered the king, the tall man with a golden crown on his head had no mask for he had no need for it. He was the king you could see it in the way he moved. Second entered the queen, a beautiful woman that age hadn't touched yet. She was the epitome of grace. And lastly entered the princess-
Y/N?!
Her figure glad in all black gazed at the crowd with boredom and disinterest. She swept the dance floor who had frozen in their spots upon the entrance, over the guests. Her gaze caught his own for a brief moment her intense gaze piercing him. She lightly squinted her eyes at him and gave him a hint of a smile, then she was gone. She climbed on the marble pondium along with her parents' and sat on the left plush throne by her father. She got comfortable on her chair, took a glass of wine and observed.
Quite some time passed and while Felix didn't always look at your side, everytime he did he met your stare. You looked at him like a cat that was looking at their milk, if it was anyone else he would be uncomfortable but he was actually enjoying your attention. He could get used to having scenes with you.
Clink clink!
The king stood up, clinking his goblet earning everyone's attention."My dear subjects! We have gathered here today to celebrate my daughter's birthday. This year as she is turning eighteen she will be choosing a husband to take! And he is here tonight!" His voice echoed throughout the ballroom. Husband? A shot of fear passed through him. We would have to antagonize a husband now?
"I shall go to him now,father. To my future husband and king. He shall be the only one I marry" a snarky voice was heard. And a blackened figure aroused.
She started to make her way through the crowd, everyone parting to make way for the future queen. A black dream through and through. Her black heels echoed as she walked and walked. Her figure was nearing him, he could see her face now, smirk intact, figure straight with pride and experience he was sure. Thoughts were swirling in his head until her figure stopped before him. Now his head was empty, empty of all except her.
"He will be my husband" she said, manicured hand pointing straight at him.
She smiled at him as hush whispers surrounded.
While on the outer side he wore a shocked expression,he smiled back from the inside and he was sure she knew.
He could get used to this comic, he thought.
#stray kids#stray kids x reader#skz#skz x reader#stay#bang chan#bang chan x reader#lee minho#lee minho x reader#seo changbin#seo changbin x reader#stray kids bang chan x reader#stray kids lee minho x reader#stray kids seo changbin x reader#hwang hyunjin#hwang hyunjin x reader#lee felix#lee yongbok#stray kids felix x reader#lee felix imagines#lee felix scenarios#han jisung#stray kids han jisung x reader#han jisung x reader#lee felix x y/n#lee felix x you#kim seungmin#kim seungmin x reader#stray kids kim seungmin x reader#yang jeongin
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Feast on God’s Flesh
Hard-hitting junkies went missing soon after the Pharmacyst came to town. Rumor was they went to live fulltime in his bunker, completing the irreversible metamorphosis enforced by his eldritch substances.
A small dose doesn’t enact a noticeable difference, so you wouldn’t fear having a second hit, then a third. Something stronger than addiction takes hold. The user’s biochemistry transmogrifies into impossible directions. Eye-drops distend the iris. Inhaled smoke colonizes the bronchioles. Liquid injections taint the blood. Snort the powder and feel its crystals vivisect your gray matter, opening up wounds for infection by a macroscopic foe.
See them now. Sink past dreariest dungeons and discern the gruesome machinations: organs harvested from twisted junky cadavers, hormones siphoned to synthesize new compounds for fresh generations of victims. Sallow survivors wander aimless corridors until their time arrives. At the behest of the Pharmacyst, ghoulish orderlies squeeze jellied brains into pillcaps, sieve amber pus into hypodermic needles, and crush bone into dust to cut with cocaine—the customers may be right, but they never know any better.
You spot skin, hard as petrified bark. Fauna gives birth to flora and fungi. Three bodies hang from ceiling hooks, intertwined via splintered twig arms. Leaves and flowers, reeking of odious rot, unfold between their fingers. Mushroom caps sprout from gnarled toenails, ripe for the plucking.
An undercooked fetus elongates into a symbiotic vine, enwrapping its parents’ trunks. The perverse family unit bears physical fruit; a jaundiced mesocarp drips sweet juices from splitting tumescent flesh. One subject tastes this pome, and feels a figwasp ovum rapidly developing in her belly. Parasitic visitors from innermost realms burst into our sliver of reality, celebrating the open-ended orgy that is All Creation.
Near the bottom, we find a ward housing xeno-amphibious forms, formerly human. The transfiguration left them with skin akin to earthly frogs. This gelatinous surface breathes Earth’s air, metabolizes various gasses, and secretes fluid coveted by only the most perverse addicts. Emitting froglike croaks, the tsathögguans must be kept in tanks tuned to binaural beats. Any naked eardrum that absorbs its vibration begins transmuting the surrounding skin to an exogenetic structure matching the source. Word is Virus.
Things get darker. Woven cocoons quiver in the grimiest guts of the citadel. Furtive nostrils ponder our astral scent as we pass their cells. Chitinous hairs chitter in anticipation of a meal. Curious third eyes gaze brightly from the tips of protuberant pineal glands. Slavering mandibles lunge out—
—and snatch you from the metafictional air.
Digestive enzymes pull apart the essential cogs of your mental machinery. Vicious biochemical troops rip through protofilaments and pillage delicious proteins from your doomed neurons. Curious stomachs digest juice sickly rich in consciousness. You feel yourself melt into them. Ovipositors plant eukaryotic yolks between your sulci and gyri. Your undiscovered carcass will sustain families for generations to come. Great-grandchildren will chew on your flickering subliminal sewage. Slurp up scumpunk soup.
“Open wide,” smiles the Pharmacyst, “and swallow your medicine.”
#psychonauts#eldritch#doompunk#weird fiction#gnosis#cosmic horror#horror#psychedelic horror#strange tales#body horror#mutation#biohorror#drug horror#grotesque#fiction#science fiction#monster#tw mutilation#william s burroughs#kafkaesque#lovecraft#thomas ligotti#dark fiction#dark fantasy#horror fiction
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Meet the survivors + Rules + TWs
TWs: Body horror, death, it's an infection AU, like the MLP ones
Current Survivors:
Ink: "Where is Blue..."
Error: "1-1'M N0T 1NF3CT3D!"
Geno: "hope goth is safe..."
Nightmare: "Ink needs to stop being suspicious"
Dream: "Everybody calm down!"
Decans: "i miss my fiancé..."
Fresh: "Deccy, hand me da sample!"
Sci: "..."
Rules!
1. You can RP as long as you RP as someone from another Multiverse
2. This is the Infectionverse, be mindful of that
3. None of this is canon to the characters
4. You can ask any of the characters
5. You can request refs for any characters (Sanses or Ship Children are urged)
6. No NSFW
7. Please behave
8. No OP bullshit
9. No magic cures
10. No forcing the story forward
More may be added...
Previous | First | Next
#UTMV#Ask blog#Infection AU#UTMV Infection AU#Ink Sans#Error Sans#Geno Sans#Nightmare Sans#Dream Sans#Decans#Decay Sans#Fresh Sans#Sci Sans#Flower Virus#Flower Virus Survivors
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Shelly Hamilton posted a real stinker this week. A real, victim-blaming stinker. Look carefully how she juggles the conversation so that she (as a metonymy for fundamentalism writ large) is the actual victim.
Victor, not Victim
I’ve heard far too many stories of young people criticizing their Christian homes, schools, and churches on public social media platforms. Some go after these institutions with a venom Satan himself would be proud to claim.
It appears to be a popular trend. Once one person starts the rampage of blaming anything and everything God put in their path, then another gets on board. One person equals two, equals four, equals eight, and so forth. Exponentially, the problem explodes.
Something a lone wolf denounces, spreads like a plague, and starts festering in hearts and minds. The ugly virus calls out to young people everywhere, “Get on board. It’s the thing. You can blame your upbringing for all your problems. There’s comfort in being part of the herd.”
Are homes, churches, or schools perfect? I don’t know of any. Do Christians make mistakes? Yes, all the time. But young people, please don’t let your parent’s, teacher’s and/or pastor’s mistakes condone yours.
I want to tell you the back story of someone who works at Majesty Music. This woman is lovely, vivacious, upbeat, fun-loving, God-serving, and sweet. She has a few of what could be considered “legitimate” circumstances that could make anyone become bitter.
Number one, she was adopted. Number two, her dad was a pastor but had to step down not because of his own doing. Number three, she and her brother were raised most of their growing up years by their dad. Her brother then became a leukemia survivor.
I must admit, although I’ve known her for the eight years she has worked in customer service at Majesty Music, it was not until yesterday that I learned of some of her upbringing. I was shocked. I would never, by the spirit she displays on a daily basis, have dreamt these “could-be reasons” of a despondent and bitter identity existed.
No, not Andrea Allen. Andrea is a victor, not a victim.
I think of Dr. Ben Carson, whose father left him because he had a previous yet still existing wife and family when he married Ben’s mother. Ben’s mother therefore had to scrape for every penny earned and work multiple jobs to put food on the table and a roof over their head. She became depressed and spent months in a mental facility. But Ben Carson became a victor, not a victim.
A victim walks through sand and sees dirt. A victor walks through sand and sees the ingredients to build a sandcastle.
I strongly encourage anyone to stop and think before you publicly condemn a home, parent, church, or school who tried to love you and point you to Christ. You are responsible for your attitude and actions. You don’t have to lift those up as perfect who gave you food, shelter, training, preaching, and Christian community. But you certainly should not throw them in the dirt.
Earlier I said this post was unloving, but as I've reflected on it, it is loving. It is truth spoken from my heart.
Please be respectful of those who dedicated their lives and substance to rear you and teach you. Forgive the mistakes and don’t make them the cause of your bitterness. Listen to the words of one who overcame:
Andrea – “I started taking piano lessons in K5 and continued through most of my school years. Later I took accordion, marimba, and organ lessons for a short time. I worked as a telephone salesperson in high school and at the information desk in college. Little did I know that God would use all these things to help me many years later in my work at Majesty Music.
I used to play the song ��Rejoice in the Lord’ over and over on the piano, working through many emotions and feelings. Again, little did I know that I would eventually work for the man who wrote the song. What a gift it is to be a part of this family and ministry.
On the side, I enjoy working in my flower beds, playing hymns on the piano for stress relief, traveling with my husband to the beach and the mountains, cooking and having all my family around my dinner table, loving on my granddaughter, and all things candy corn.”
And, of course, Andrea says, “Have a blessed day on purpose.”
Edit: Some took this post to mean no one should speak of physical or sexual abuse. Let me be clear: Abuse should be uncovered, exposed, and dealt with.
People pushed back and explained that she was victim-blaming. And Shelly only doubled down.
Notice that Hamilton says that Stephanie Congdon's truth-telling about her abuse is "abusive." Hamilton becomes the victim here.
People will do everything to protect the fundy Powers that Be.
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Calendula Chronicles Comes to Tumblr.
On Monday, January 9, the first three volumes of Calendula Chronicles (Wesker x OC series) will be coming to Tumblr (currently available and linked on AO3), with chapters posted daily. (Also, read to the end for an announcement for current readers!)
This includes:
Book 1: Flowers and Ash - rated M, focused 1968 - 1981, 1998. When the eldest daughter of Edward Ashford accompanies her father and brother on a last-minute trip in 1968 to secure their legacy, an act of spite turns into a boon for the family. When tragedy and scandal strike, the survivors will have to be clever if they are to live long enough to pick up the pieces of their lives. Pre-slash/Gen.
Book 2: Ashes in the Fall. NFSW, eventually. Marigold Ashford escaped the mansion, only to face new incarceration with a familiar jailor. She may yet have to make a deal with the devil, if she can unearth what this Faustian bargain would cost her. There is always something left to lose. RE1 aftermath to RE2/3 time period.
Paper Tigers, a side story anthology/novella. The nascent Umbrella Corporation is finding its legs. Marigold Ashford is starting over after the death of her father, her brother's exile, and a secret exposure to the mother virus in Africa. For the first time, Marigold will have to handle the accompanying dangers alone. The 1969-1981 era of development largely skipped over in Flowers and Ash, Focusing on the moments where the virus, her reputation, and her career collide.
I'll be posting these daily, and at the end of each volume, I'll reset to the following Monday and start in on the next. At the end of the current (to 1974) end of Paper Tigers, I'll be releasing a 1981 novella collaboration involving the Ashford kids and an OC by Q_Alias.
At the end of this little marathon, I'll have enough buffer drafted and ready. be ready to start releasing new chapters of Book 3, focusing on the Code Veronica timeline. I'll be posting a preview of the cover once we get rolling :3.
#calendula chronicles#marigold ashford#albert wesker x oc#albert wesker#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil oc
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I realized I never made an info sheet for Alice.
So here we go
Alice Jenna Wesker
Aka The mastermind, the soft Wesker and the Tyrant
Alice is not a clone of Albert like everyone likes to think she is her own person and the quickest way to piss her off and get her to actually harm you is by calling her just a clone.
Most days Alice will stay in her lab and decide to work on antidotes for the virus that she has to put into the body’s of the survivors.
What she likes
Her two Cats
Stargazing
Music
Perfumes
Dresses and shiny jewelry
and flowers
And Leon
What she hates
Being called Al
The clone.
Sometimes Chris
Anyone who just comes into her lab to mess with things
And hurting those she loves
She wouldn’t say she hates the entity but she refuses to do what the entity wants her to do causing herself to often get punished in the worst possible ways.
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◇》》 ... -- `` What day are we on? It doesn't matter.
`` Remember the serum? Well, we found that injecting it into a Sleeping flower doesn't kill it. It makes the flower gray, kills the parasites and makes it a bit tougher. But we can still cut it.
`` And you know what? It's edible. Edible. And it's a cure for the virus. That's right, it CURES THE VIRUS!
`` Subj- OH TO HELL WITH IT. Mooch is BACK. Blind now but back. She's under extensive medical care at the moment but she will LIVE!
`` And that tells me that any currently alive Stalkers can be saved. WE CAN SAVE MONSTERKIND!
`` Snowdin is clear and we're working on clearing Waterfall now. Snowdin now houses all of our survivors and some guards that have the serum. Oh, and we sent an expedition team from here, and the Guard sent some soldiers to the Steamworks to see if it can be restored and become the replacement for the CORE.
`` They found robots - since they're immune they can be turned into Sleeping flower neutralizing machines. Literally. Right now the buggest project we've got is one called Axis- he says his model number is 014. Once we're done it'll be 015, and instead of guarding he'll be neutralizing flowers and saving Stalkers. Rescuing people as well.
`` He requested to stay in a similar body, so we're building onto his current model and fixing what's broken. Adding onto code instead of recoding him. He seems to appreciate that he has a more lively voice now. And exclamation marks. And his new emotions are taking him some getting used to but he's doing EXTREMELY well with the flower neutralization.
`` We all love him here, Ceroba especially... she seemed very happy to see that he stayed almost exactly on model. Of course, some things had to be changed - like his power source, which we changed to water to make REAL steam and not the thick, gray chemical steam from the pink lava. But other than that everyone seems better with him here.
`` We've saved five people not including Mooch so far thanks to the work of our amazing teams. I'm proud of all the work we've done.
`` This is Moray Mola, with new hope for the future, signing off. I'll see you all again soon! `` -- ... 《《◇
#uty sleeping stalker virus#sleeping stalker virus log#despite the core exploding#theyre all very happy!#and also AXIS JUMPSCARE
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THE DRAMA I'VE SEEN UNTIL 2020
JAPAN
ROOKIES
Hana Yori Dango
Atashitachi No Danchi
Hanakimi
Asuka March!
Dragon Zakura
Gokusen
Ikimen Desu Ne
My Boss My hero
Mei Chan
Nobuta Wa Pruduce
Nodame Cantabile
Orange Days
Proposial Daiasuke
Tokyo Dogs
Yamato Nadeshiko
Yukan Club
Yankee To Megane Chan
Yama Anna Kobe Anna
2020
Rich Man Poor Woman
Bloody Monday
High And Low: Story Of SWORD
High And Low 2
Road To High And Low [FILM]
High And Low the movie [FILM]
High And Low Red Rain [FILM]
Thermae Romae [FILM]
Samurai High School
High And Low: end of Sky [FILM]
High And Low: the final mission [FILM]
Sannin No Papa
Kiseki [FILM]
Saint Oniisan [FILM]
Gintama [FILM]
Gintama Mitsuba
Gintama Kimyona
Gintama 2 [FILM]
Karamazov No Kyodai
Wild Heroes
Takane And Hana
KOREA
Coffe prince
Full house
Goong
Great Inheritance
Hong Gil Dong
Hwang Jin Yi
My name Is Kim Sam Soon
Oh Dal Ja's Spring
Que Sera Sera
Queen in Hyun's Man
Soulmate
Still Marry Me
The legend
The Devil
The Greatest love
You Are Beautiful
Witch Amusement
2020
Secret Garden
Designated Survivor 60 days
Strong Woman
Vagabond
Argon
Flower Boy Ramen Shop
My Country: the New Age
City Hunter
One more Time
My Runway
Romance is a bonus book
What's wrong with secretary Kim
Descendants Of The Sun
Splah Splah Love
Live
Memories Of The Alhambra
Mr Sunshine
Abyss
Beethoven Virus
Weightlifting Fairy Kim Book Joo
Chief of Staff
Tell me what you Saw
Babi And I [FILM]
Sassy Go Go
Man to man
Hwarang
Circle
Hospital Playlist
Wedneysday 3:30 PM
Hot Stove League
Flower Crew: Joseon Marriage Agency
Afterschool Bokbulbock
I' m Not a Robot
Queen Of The Ring
Stranger
TAIWAN
Autumn's Concerto
Black and White
Devil Beside You
Hi My sweethers
Hot Shot
Love Contract
Smiling Pasta
Why Why Love
Triad Princess
2020
Emily's 5 Things
Lion Pride
Attention, Love!
Someday or one days
CHINA
The Untamed
Well Intended Love 2
meteor garden
Ever Night
Yanxi Palace
Dragon day's, you are dead
Crocodile and the plover bird
Double World [FILM]
The Lost Tomb
THAI
The Underclass
#the drama that i've seen until 2020#cdrama#chinese drama#japan drama#kdrama#korean drama#twdrama#taiwan drama
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Zombies Masterlist 2
part one
beneath skin and bone (ao3) - magisterequitum
M, 2k
Summary: No one knows how it happens. One night they go to sleep, and then the next morning there's a virus sweeping through the human population, and now they're on the run.
If you must die (remember your life) (ao3) - blueskyandpudding
steve/bucky
T, 4k
Summary: Steve lost his best friend Bucky in a car accident, just to have him back as an Undead.
(Steve/Bucky In The Flesh AU)
just for tonight (ao3) - burning_brighter
steve/bucky
E, 9k
Summary: When Natasha and her group go radio silent on their way to Indianapolis, Sam and Steve decide to go looking for them. After searching for days, they stumble across a walled in community about thirty miles out of the city. The leaders of the community allow them in to spend the night, eat and recharge, before they head back out.
But after spending the night with one of the leaders, Steve isn't so sure he wants to leave after all.
plant a living flower on this dying earth (ao3) - qui_nn
pepper/tony
M, 13k
Summary: Something clicks. Brains. Groans. Total mind control.
Hell, why didn’t Peter think of it?
They’re zombies. He’s in the zombie apocalypse right now. That old man wasn’t just any old man, that was a zombified old man. That mob wasn’t just any mob, that was a zombie mob. Peter is in a fucking sci-fi show right now.
or, peter gets stuck in the zombie apocalypse with none other than tony stark and pepper potts. they try their hardest to survive and also become best friends forever.
or or, peter bands with tony and pepper to survive the apocalypse. they honestly kind of suck at the whole “zombie apocalypse” thing, though.
That's Between God, Mickey Mouse, and Me (ao3) - peterparkersbff
T, 5k
Summary: If Tony had to guess, he'd say they've been walking for three hours. Three whole hours, and the kid has not stopped talking.
The Cure (ao3) - Andrea1717
steve/bucky
E, 7k
Summary: In a world destroyed by a zombie virus Steve Rogers will do everything to find a cure. Even kidnap a doctor to get into a hidden part of a hospital laboratory.
The Night That Ends At Last (ao3) - castielfalls
peter quill/thor
G, 12k
Summary: Peter Quill doesn't think he's going to make it through the apocalypse. Thor Odinson isn't about to let him give up alone.
The Winter Zombie (ao3) - verityshu
steve/bucky
T, 41k
Summary: Bucky is a highly unusual former living person who first rescues and then falls in love with Steve. The course of true and undead love never did run smooth.
Featuring ZombieBucky and HumanSteve. Yes, very loosely based on the movie 'Warm Bodies'.
trace (ao3) - angstydisaster
yelena/kate, steve/natasha, clint/laura, mj/peter
T, 19k
Summary: or a 5+1 zombie au where Kate likes to trace Yelena’s features after learning how much it relaxes the blonde
Where the Circle Ends (ao3) - Anonymous
steve/bucky
M, 29k
Summary: In which the world has gone to hell in a zombie apocalypse handbasket and, in the middle of it all, Steve finds the one person he never thought he'd see again. Angst and feelings (amongst other things) ensue. Thanks to my betas laria_gwyn and shadesofbrixton.
With Death Comes the Morning (unannounced and new) (ao3) - seraphim_grace
Summary: Ten years after the virus is released Natasha tries to make her way to Westchester
set in 1996
features prolonged scenes of horror
has some discussion of mental illness that some readers might find offensive
You Only Die Twice (ao3) - withasideofangst
T, 16k
Summary: After the Avengers, the apocalypse happens, and no one is quite sure why, but suddenly zombies are roaming the streets, power is down all over the world, and the survivors scramble to create safe zones in the ruins of their once-great cities.
But that's not where it began.
First, a similar thing happened in the 40's, when Captain America and his best friend Bucky Barnes were on a mission, before one and then the other were lost in action.
you, zombie (ao3) - cm (mumblemutter)
sam/bucky
E, 5k
Summary: Or: The one where the author ill-advisedly fixes ...What If?
With half-zombie sex.
Cheers.
Zombie Hunters, Assemble (ao3) - ereshai
clint/phil
T, 1k
Summary: Clint has been traveling through the zombie-infested Midwest, alone except for his dog, Lucky.
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