#bleak future

[moumekie]

>memory

There is nothing left beyond the veil of corruption but the regurgitating memories and regret.

@sm-baby is entirely to blame for this entry. (Ship all you want in this AU, just like Gooseworx, every ship is valid for Bleak Future.)

[sm-baby]

BLEAK FUTURE AU by @moumekie

YOU MADE ME FALL FOR THEIR FRIENDSHIP MOMO YOU DID THIS TO ME

[endomentendo]

@nobody-nexus @moumekie I wanna draw and or animate this lol

[highonoverthinking]

— 🎬 Good Luck Have Fun Don't Die (2026)

[tak0fuusen]

[the-most-humble-blog]

🔥 The Hive City BBQ & Mongolian Meat Massacre Festival 🔥

"Where the meat’s cheap, the flames are fresh, and no one asks too many 🔥fucking🔥questions."

Welcome to the most unapologetically carnivorous disaster party Hive City has ever seen. After the completely accidental and not-at-all suspicious arson of several lower sectors (thoughts and prayers), the streets are empty, but the grills are FULL.

The good news? There’s so much meat, it’s practically crawling off the bone. The bad news? Well… it’s probably someone you used to know. But hey, they weren’t doing shit with their lives anyway, so why not enjoy their contributions to tonight’s feast?

💀 The Menu: Where Flavor Meets Fuckery 💀

"Collateral Damage Ribs" Slow-cooked to perfection over the smoldering remnants of what used to be a neighborhood. Each bite is fall-off-the-bone tender, and let’s face it—no one was using those bones anyway.

"Didn’t Run Fast Enough Mystery Sausage" Hand-stuffed with whatever didn’t escape the flames: legs, tails, unidentified bits, and the occasional ”Oh shit, was that a shoelace?” All expertly seasoned with Hive City’s finest street grime for a taste you’ll never forget—or scrub off.

"Abuela’s Last Laugh Tamale Plate" A loving tribute to the tias and abuelas who didn’t make it out of Sector 13. The tamales are filled with love, despair, and possibly the last mole recipe anyone will ever know.

"Charbroiled Casualty Kabobs" Skewered with precision, marinated in pure bad luck, and grilled over a fire that probably took out your cousin’s apartment. Bonus: served with a side of charred belongings!

"Oops-All-Meat Mongolian Stir-Fry" What’s in it? Fuck if we know. Pick your protein—feral dog, suspiciously tender “pork,” or that one guy who still owed you money—and we’ll slap it on the grill.

💥 Exclusive Specials! (Limited to Whatever’s Left)

"The Survivor’s Remorse Platter" Includes ribs, sausage, kabobs, and a generous helping of guilt. (Survivors eat free, but let’s be real—none of them can afford it anyway.)

"The Didn’t See It Coming Surprise Meal" A rotating special featuring whatever got caught in the crossfire. Served with your choice of barbecue sauce or tears.

"Burnt Beyond Recognition Burger" Charred so black even DNA testing can’t identify it. Tastes like regret and smoked leather. Add fries for 2 credits!

"Ashes-to-Ashes Smoked Brisket" Slow-cooked over the literal ashes of Sector 14’s biggest underachievers. The flavor? Fucking divine.

😈 Chef’s Dirty Picks 😈

"Fido & Friends BBQ Sliders" Dogs, cats, rats—it’s a fucking zoo on your plate. No one’s judging.

"Grilled Guilt Nachos" Tortilla chips smothered in melted cheese, jalapeños, and shredded dreams. Add extra despair for 3 credits.

"The Meat Lottery Special" Spin the wheel and take your chances—will it be delicious pork or “Steve from down the hall”? Either way, it’s hot and ready!

🎉 Why You Should Eat Here 🎉

Because if you don’t, YOU might end up on the fucking menu next.

Our grills run hotter than the fires that made this festival possible.

Our chefs are absolute degenerates—and trust me, degeneracy tastes better than morality.

Our motto? “Waste nothing, eat everything, and shut the fuck up about it.”

💥 THE FINE PRINT 💥

No refunds. No replacements. Don’t like the food? Guess what—this ain’t a 5-star establishment, Karen.

Side effects may include: Sudden moral crises, meat sweats, or recognizing something that shouldn’t have made it onto your plate.

Disclaimer: Yes, that rib might have been someone’s femur. No, we don’t care.

🔥 FINAL CALL: COME GET YOUR MEAT OR BE THE MEAT 🐖

You can sit around crying about the fire, or you can grab a fucking plate and enjoy the fresh carnage. Tag your friends, your exes, or that one guy who “just moved here” but still hasn’t unpacked.

💥 GET IT WHILE IT’S HOT (AND ALIVE). 💥 (Trust me, you’ll regret missing this—but not as much as they regret living in Sector 14.)

No refunds, no regrets. Just fucking eat.. 🐖

[spiketheguy]

CUE AU Designs (Part 1)

Here are the first of a series of sketches of Cue based on a handful of various TADC AUs in the fandom: 🎱🎱🎱🎱

Shared below, we have:

- Dollhouse!Cue + Claire, based on the 'Dollhouse' AU by @raggstosketches

- Dance!Cue, based on the 'Dance Rush' AU by @theamazingdigitaldancerush

- Freakshow!Cue, based on the 'Freakshow' AU by @hootbon

- > R_N_G, based on the 'Bleak Future' AU by @bleakfuturetadc (+ Bonus; 'Cue!Pomni' sketch)

Hopefully they'll be more to come soon, so stay tuned! : D

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

Six Days of Blissful Truths

Six days of bliss: a period of happy thoughts of a bright future not expected, and not experienced for, well, six whole years. Six days of bliss: a period of rural ramblings among zebra cows, dotted ponds and the Lady of the Lake enkindling love a new essence. Six days of bliss: a period of positive poetry, bouncing off ceilings needing paint and assertive thoughts ruling. Six days of bliss: a period of signing up to — not abandoning everyone and everything too painful to consider. Six days of bliss: a period of a new following: welcome friend! to this land I hope to cultivate, enriching my own soil and yours. Six days of bliss: a period that had to end in fire and fury, rural life shelved and supposedly only meant for guys and gals of the gilded ages. Six days of bliss: a period I’ll try to cherish in thought and mind as the leaves crumble and fall penetrates a mind once bent on survival.