For years, I sat by my window, staring out at the stars and sky hoping that some day I could get anywhere near them. But it wasn’t safe for me to go out at night, and I knew looking was as far as I could get.
(old drawings/idea). POW giants from past wars were used as test subjects by the Hegemony. They became walking bio-factories to grow new strains of weaponized diseases for the centipede engineers to harvest. Also excellent guard dogs for experimental weapons facilities.
A YA post-apocalypse novel about a 13 year old kid that just got braces and they hate them so much and then the world collapsed and their journey is about spending a decade finding the last living orthodontist in the post-war/plague/zombie ruins.
Fic: Staying Alive - AO3 link Fandom: Flash, LOT, Arrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, unproven allegations of Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen
Summary: “– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”
(the great coldwave romance of the zombie apocalypse)
A/N: Have you ever had an idea, gone “heh, that would be funny, I’ve always wanted to try writing one of those” and then it eats your brain? This is it.
…honestly, with the zombie apocalypse theme, I really should have predicted it.
“– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”
Consciousness comes swiftly, as it always does, but Len yawns and stretches lazily anyway. He doesn’t have anything serious planned for today: Lisa’s off doing some ‘team bonding’ thing with the new Rogues he’s recruited, by which she means she took them to that Caribbean island resort beach house that Len won in a high stakes poker game against a Family don once to kick back, drink margaritas, and demonstrate to them the value of staying in rather than out. Len’s the vinegar, Lisa’s the honey; they work well together that way.
Naturally, Len is going nowhere near that stupid island when it’s this hot; he would have agreed to go if Mick was going, because Mick would have kept people (Lisa) from badgering him about leaving the air-conditioned house to go swimming or something stupid like that, but Mick had been lured away by a fireworks convention (why are there fireworks conventions? Why? Is it specifically designed to lure in pyrophiliac arsonists? Except no, Len checked it out, it’s apparently legit and just run by fireworks companies, pyrotechnics experts, and people who like things that go boom) all the way over on the East Coast, so Len’s all by himself.
He finds he likes that state so much more when it’s voluntary.
Still, biology can’t be denied: he’s definitely awake now.
Yawning again, he pads over to the kitchenette they’ve set up in the warehouse to make himself a cup of coffee, flicking on the TV as he does.
“Scenes of chaos break out internationally as what can only be described as zombies terrorize cities and towns around the globe,” the reporter says as violence plays out behind her. “No one knows where this plague came from, but the simultaneous outbreak in multiple locations has been definitively determined to be an act of bio-terrorism. Governments around the globe have deployed the military and information is limited. Interstate and international communications are being shut down as we speak. We don’t know how much long we will be able to continue reporting –”
The TV crackled, static-y, and abruptly cut out.
“Well,” Len says, reaching out to flick the coffee maker back off before it’s finished making the coffee. “Shit.”
The third…Could you call a man who would never touch you your lover? No. But at the same time, what would you call a man whose mind touched yours, whose prickly friendship was a gift, whose character, whose very existence, helped to define your own?
A clean bandage, warm water left to cool on the cloth pressed to his cheek. Lamp light and a soft couch, the small comforts of a home he had almost forgotten. Ben could only blink silently, peering at his foreign surroundings with an odd sense of detachment clouding his mind. Home for him this last perilous month had been little more than a bunker filled with rations and weapons, stark and cold in its necessity. Soldiers had no need for quilted blankets and stacked sheet music, the lingering scent of chocolate and coffee somehow stronger here than the blood and fire amongst the streets. He was used to hard-faced men and women marching the corridors in quick, brusque steps, guns heavy at their hips and determination a hard light in their eyes.
Johanna… Ben settled his gaze on his saviour of sorts, the movements of her hands deft yet graceful, gentle in a way he hadn’t experienced in what felt an age. The fear was there, of course it was; it plagued everyone, regardless of circumstance. So why did this young woman feel so much stronger to him? Living alone, surviving against the odds… it was a miracle, in all honesty.
Wiping at the dried blood at his chin, Ben once again examined the room. Aside from the haphazardly boarded windows, the small living space seemed almost untouched from the horror happening mere feet away from them.
“Has this…” he paused, unsure whether to ask personal questions. People these days were so guarded when it came to their pasts, the hard decisions they had been forced to face. The last thing he wanted was to upset his host. “Has this always been your home?”
Hi =) Love what you do =D I was wondering if you could please recommend your favourite creature fics?
I love werewolf!Draco. It’s a shame there are so few werewolf!Draco stories.
Anyway, here are some of my favourite creature fics:
Cold Side of the Moon By: RZZMG - M, 10 Chapters - Released from Azkaban & tossed into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger must escape the predators & survive for 8 days to earn her freedom. She doesn’t expect to make it knowing Werewolf!Draco Malfoy is somewhere in the forest, too, just waiting for the next victim of The Games to arrive. Dramione. 2013 HP-Darkarts Fest entry. Nom’d HPFanficFanPollAwards-Best Dark Fic. COMPLETE!
Finding Peaceby goldhorse - MA/NC-17, 4 Chapters - Hermione and Draco have horrific experiences during the war that cause lifelong turmoil. Peace is impossible to to achieve. Or is it?
Instinctive by goldhorse - NC-17, 3 Chapters - Voldemort has discovered a new punishment for his victims. Will it make or break them?
The Hunger by eilonwy - MA, 10 Chapters - Written for the Dramione Couples Remix fest on LJ. My chosen couple were Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. This story is a dark-ish, contemporary retelling of the original fairy tale with some twists. It’s actually a bit of a hybrid. See if you can guess which other fairy tale contributes elements to the story as well.
He Was Awful by RavieSnake - M, one-shot - Vampires, sexiness, and a jerk who gets himself eaten. Dramione. Oneshot.
Living the Dream by
Ally147 - M, one-shot - Draco isn’t sure what sort person would grow up dreaming of becoming a high-class escort, but for a young man with Veela blood who has to find his one Mate in a population of billions before he reaches the ripe old age of thirty? What other career choice is there?
The Dream of Immortality by
RZZMG - M, 7 Chapters - A zombie plague. Voldemort disappears. Hermione is rescued from Azkaban by Draco Malfoy. But nothing is as it seems. “Everyone’s a monster, Granger…” Crossover w/Vampire The Masquerade. HP Zombiefest 2011 entry. Drama-Horror-Hot Shag! Post-War A/U. Story nominated for multiple categories at the 2012 Summer Round of the HP Fanfic Fan Poll Awards-see profile for details. COMPLETE!
The Wrong Strain by Colubrina - T, WIP - Everyone knew what veela were. Veela were magical creatures, breathtakingly beautiful, who captivated men with a single look. It would have been nice to have been that strain. Instead, Hermione Granger was infected by another. Instead of captivating all men, she was captivated by one. She’d die without him. She was already in almost constant pain. DRAMIONE.
The Wrong Strain is a WIP but it’s already so good and every chapter makes me grin like an idiot so I simply had to iclude it in this list. I’m also one of those waiting for an update of Mine by Curiositykils.
On a ship filled with zombies, pirates, and a plague of zombie-creating beetles, Angel is torn between saving his past evil self – to save his own future – and making sure that the ship he is on never reaches land.
Featuring Angelus and Darla!
Script: Corinna Bechko; illustration: Zé Carlos; colors: Michelle Madsen; cover: Scott Fischer; variant cover: Stephanie Hans.
Exalted is a fantasy tabletop roleplaying game, like Dungeons and Dragons. Except instead of playing an elf or something you play a Super Saiyan. And instead of going into dungeons you surf down a volcano while riding a dinosaur. And the dinosaur may or may not be your significant other. And they’re riding an even larger dinosaur. Which pees heroine. These are all legitimate things in this game.
Exalted’s Crazy-Ass Backstory
In the beginning there was chaos. Then Satan and a bunch of his buddies thought it would be pretty cool if there wasn’t some chaos. So they did that, and thus Creation (with a big fancy capital C) and all life was theirs’ to dick around with. But after a while Satan and his buddies got tired of having to actually run reality and pick up after themselves. So they made the gods and spirits of the world to run Creation for them. And this actually worked out pretty OK for Satan and his buddies for a bit. They even made Heaven where they could sit around all day getting baked and playing video games.
But the gods got tired of this shit real quick. Satan kept barging into Creation, messing up everything, vomiting all over the floor, and telling them how Night Rider was like, totally the best band in the world, man. So the gods wanted to revolt. Only they couldn’t, because Satan had written it into the gods that they couldn’t touch him. Kind of one of those proximity shock-collar deals, only with gods. So the gods looked and found a loop-hole; they couldn’t attack Satan and all his buddies, but regular people could.
So each of the gods picked regular, mortal folks to get a bunch of superpowers. The gods and their respective champions were Superman and his league of superheroes, Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo and her legion of furries, the five Sailor Scouts and the Jedi, and the Planeteers who went with Power Rangers. By their powers combined, they were the Exalted.
So the Exalted fought against Satan and all his buddies. Satan made kaiju, the Exalted made mecha. Satan made demons, the Exalted made spells to bind them. In the mean time, reality broke apart. Eventually, the Exalted won, and Satan was pulled inside-out of his asshole by Superman, and then all Satan’s buddies were stuffed inside him and it was called Hell. Then Superman threw Satan away. But before Satan was kicked to the curb, he declared that all of Superman’s superheroes would eventually go crazy and things would be as bad as before. Superman didn’t really care and went to Heaven.
Time passed. The Exalted ruled the world. The superheroes were the kings, the furries were the queens, the Jedi were the councilors, and the Power Rangers were the soldiers. Creation got pretty cool. They had hover cars and internet and laserdiscs. But then things started to go downhill again. Superman got hooked on crack, Ryoko started to go insane, the Planeteers peaced out near all together, and the Sailor Scouts got drowned in dimensional paperwork. So there was really no one around to help when the superheroes became megalomaniacal assholes.
It was a pretty sweet deal when the superheroes were in charge for a while. But then they started getting corrupt and debauched. And nobody could really stop them because they were fucking superheroes. And the Jedi got worried that maybe if they didn’t stop the superheroes, the world would be doomed. So the Jedi convinced the Power Rangers to get all the superheroes and furries in the same place. Then they killed them, captured their souls so they couldn’t reincarnate, and the Power Rangers took over the world while the Jedi stayed in the shadows.
Everything looked like it was gonna’ go back to normal for a while. Maybe not as great as when the superheroes and furries ran things, but still pretty cool. Except then the Cthulhu Elves came. Yeah, see, back at the beginning of time, in the chaos, Satan and his buddies weren’t alone. There was an entire dimension of weird, shapeless, nameless chaos things just hanging around. And they liked being chaos things, and they liked living in the chaos. So when Satan made some not-chaos, that kind of pissed them off. And now that Satan and the gods and the superheroes and furries were gone, they figured now would be a good time to get rid of reality.
So the Cthulhu Elves, which are kind of like a mix between David Bowie and Neil Gaiman’s nightmares, brought their army of Everything That Has Ever Been Hallucinated with them to destroy the world. Luckily, the Power Rangers and the Jedi, who are now also Assassins, were able to stop them from completely wrecking up Creation. But a lot of reality is kind of up for grabs right now and there are mutants and werewolves and every now and then a section of reality swings between Lisa Frank stickers and Guillermo del Toro concept art and it’s just a mess. And then the zombie plague kicked in.
So, in the war between Satan and the Exalted, some of Satan’s buddies died. They were gonna’ get cast into the eternal void, but then their corpses/ghosts got scared of being wiped from reality forever and ever. So the zombie Satans huddled up together and became the Grim Reaper, and then they made the underworld, and started filling it up with the souls of the dead. To top it all off, the Grim Reapers somehow got their hands on the souls of some old superheroes, so now they could make Lich Kings. Which they did, and the Lich Kings led armies of the undead across Creation destroying pretty much everything and making zombies. So it looks like everything is screwed.
But luckily, there is a solution; you’ve come back! Somehow the souls of the superheroes are coming back to Creation, and they’re here to save the day again. Except now the Jedi-Assassins and the Power Rangers have convinced everyone that you’re a demon. And the furries are starting to turn into big tentacle monsters. And some of the Power Rangers have turned into Sauron. And the head Power Ranger, President of All the World, has gone missing. And Unicron is bringing an army of Transformers to reality for some reason. And Satan is making his own team of anti-superheroes, and he is pissed at you personally.
But that’s okay. And do you know why? Because you’re an Exalted. You were picked specifically for being awesome. By the time you’re done, they won’t know what hit ‘em. You’ve got this shit.