of the apocalypse

Fairy Tail : Chapiter 541 - The magic of hope

I feel that the spell “Fairy Sphere” will play an important role against Acnologia, So, may be, the “Fairy Law” and the “Fairy Light”.

There may even be a fusion of the 3 greats legendary magics to create a totally new spell, a mythical spell.

Be More Chill Possession AU: Epilogue

A Month Later:

“Final level, begin!” The voice on the TV screen announced as Michael and Jeremy fist bumped before both hands together wrapped around the controllers as the game continued.

“Three months, four days and two hours but we finally did it. We made it to the last level!” Michael couldn’t sit still as the first horde came their way with him leading and Jeremy attacking from behind. Five rounds later the two found themselves fighting the last boss when it struck a fatal blow to Jeremy’s character.

“What?! No, we’ve come so far!”

“Michael you can do this, she only had two health points left.”

“Dude, I only have one!”

“So make it count!” With one last strike Michael hit the monster in the head, delivering the fatal blow. It took a few moments before the You Win! screen popped up.

“We did it!”

“Hell yeah we did!” Jeremy went to grabbed Michael in a hug playfully nuzzling against his shoulder. “Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite person?” He was surprised by Michael freezing before pushing Jeremy away. “What’s wrong?”

“Please, don’t say that.”

“Why? You are-” That’s when it hit Jeremy. Michael’s SQUIP had said that. His SQUIP that looked exactly like Jeremy. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

“I…it’s alright bro. Just try not to say that…please.” Jeremy nodded taking a quick mental note adding it to phrases never to say to Michael again. It had been a month since the incident but Michael still got flashbacks at certain things Jeremy would say.

Jeremy felt horrible, he barely remembered anything and didn’t know what he could and couldn’t say to Michael without bringing up bad memories. It wasn’t until a week ago that Michael had gotten used to being touched again and even then it was limited interactions with certain people. Jeremy was surprised that Michael wanted to be anywhere near him but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Hey, do you want to go out? Maybe get some frozen yogurt at Pink Berry?” Michael grinned at Jeremy. “To celebrate our victory?”

“That sounds awesome, let me go get my bag first.” Jeremy nodded following Michael up the basement stairs. Another thing that had changed, Michael always brought his bag everywhere. Jeremy didn’t know exactly what was in it but he had seen Mountain Dew Red and the taser. He couldn’t blame Michael, if that shit happened to him he would be doing the same thing. “Jeremy are you coming?”

“Y-yeah, just a sec!” Things would never be like they used to be but that wouldn’t stop Jeremy from trying.

Akaashi Rare Pair Week ❤ Day 5 - space / supernatural / apocalypse

“Did you hear that?”
“Yeah. And I don’t like it at all. Let’s go before we end up dead.”
“Hopefully we stay dead if it happens”

Ngl I started drawing for this week because of this one single prompt because I live for Apocalypse AUs

fear no evil

Apocalypse AU. Fluff. Trigger warning for mentions of death and gore. Drabble. 1.9k words.

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Jeon Jungkook + “Do you think we’ll make it?”

A thunderstorm brews in the outskirts of the city’s landscape, heavy winds rattling the limbs of old trees and washing away the remnants of spring. Dead leaves adorn the sidewalks leading past abandoned cars, discolored caution tapes and skeletons of skyscrapers once home to mindless conversations and heartfelt laughter.

The putrid smell of decaying flesh hits you like a punch in the gut to remind you that the world is not even a step close to being what once was–– not today, at least. Young people shouldn’t be so jaded, but when you’re forced to live in a world where death is commonplace, there’s no place for hope or faith.  

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at this point I don’t even care. I’m by myself except for him, but he loves me. they were made to have emotions. to be companions. so what if no one trusts me when I tell them? so what if I have to send him out alone to get supplies because his kind wants to kill me? he’s my boyfriend. he’s the last thing I have of my home. I don’t care if he’s all metal and electricity, we love each other and that’s enough.


In The Event Of Attack, Here’s How The Government Plans ‘To Save Itself’

In Raven Rock, Garrett Graff describes the bunkers designed to protect U.S. leaders in the event of a catastrophe. One Cold War-era plan put the post office in charge of cataloging the dead. 

From Graff’s interview with Terry Gross:

“The post office was the agency that would’ve been in charge of registering the dead and figuring out who was still alive. In part, because the post office knows where people live, they understand who was left. So you would arrive in the refugee camps, after your cities had been destroyed, and you would’ve been handed Form 801 from the post office, which were pre-printed in millions and millions of quantities and located in post offices around the country through the Cold War in the event of an emergency. And you would’ve filled it out with your name and family members that survived with you at the camp, and then the post office would’ve sorted through these cards and figured out who was still alive and where everyone was to begin the process of reuniting families.

The Parks Service, for instance, would’ve been the agency that would’ve actually been running, in many cases, the refugee camps, because the thinking was that park service land would be largely untouched by nuclear war.

[The Dept. of Agriculture] worked for years with Nabisco to come up with this special survival biscuit. … They pre-made about 160 million tons of this Nabisco survival wafer that were manufactured and boxed up in tins and then hidden away in government fallout shelters around the country. This was a whole strange, shadow post-apocalypse government that existed just out of sight through the Cold War.”

You have stumped the Spirits

Werewolf:The Apocalypse game.  In the middle of a purification ceremony we had a Nexus Crawler crash the party. It ended up fleeing only to show back up later upset. It seems as a side effect of appearing in the middle of the ritual (and the fact that we kept it going) somehow it had developed a conscience and demanded we fix the sudden feelings of empathy and guilt it had. Our Red Talon and Black Fury wanted to kill it immediately, while our Stargazer and Child of Gaia (me) though this might be too significant to just destroy. We decided to call upon a higher power and decided on Unicorn as the spirit most appropriate.

Unicorn: Why have you summoned me, my child?

Grace (Me):My Lady, we are torn as to the proper path of our duty. We are sworn to destroy all creature of the Wyrm, but also to heal all those we can. We managed to give a Nexus Crawler a conscience. Should we slay it as the spawn of our enemy, or take heart from it that even the Wyrm might one day be healed of it’s madness.

Unicorn. My child, you do not have to ask me this. The answer, the true answer, rests in your heart.

Grace:…Fuck, you don’t know either

Unicorn: You gave a Nexus Crawler empathy!