#cataclysm au

[llithiumstars]

some cataclysm parvil for the soul

[dark-elf-writes]

Cataclysm AU:

The flying fucking squirrel tosses

Imagine a short ass 12 yr old dropping out of the sky and latching onto some guys face like a feral cat

Kakashi with a pupil blown wide enough to cover his whole iris: cute little genin that won’t immediately die? Ones that I won’t have to mourn and talk to at the memorial stone? All for me

Kakashi: where’s my rainbow ink pen Pakkun? I need to sign up for this right now.

The first time one of them hears someone call Naruto a demon with that curled lip and hate in their eyes the kids are alone. Two minutes later when Kakashi appears to calm them down having been across the village in a meeting with the Hokage, there’s screaming and fire and the ground itself raising to try and strangle the person who said it. He doesn’t even look at the singed and half buried man who had suffered his kids wrath. Instead he tugs the three of them close, Naruto shaking body in the middle with the other two clinging to him just as tightly as the were clinging to Kakashi.

Those fucking edited pics with mudslide Sakura

Meanwhile Sakura’s practicing her baseball bat swings with a whole ass tree sasuke lit on fire

!!!

[thanotaphobia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

ANTECEDENT

Chimneys pouring smoke, a cart propped up against a woodshed. Horses and barns and cows, a road solidifying into an icey mass of dirt and snow. Phil tips his head back and observes the clocktower, and beyond that, the shiny spires of the palace.

His home. After a year and a half.

It’s bittersweet. He’s arriving home for a funeral, after all, and after the funeral he’ll be crowned emperor himself. He doesn't feel ready.

(or, the reapertrio-centric prequel to Cataclysm, the 30 years of the Continent before we knew it.)

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[mxth-bones]

Tw; Blood

Techno works himself to the bone on patrols, watches, supply runs. His anxieties are only eased if he can assure everyone is safe.

He takes it to the point of neglecting his own health. He’s the blood god, he won’t die, so there’s nothing to worry about.

Right?

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Hello i did this spontaneously, there may be a part 2 if i feel like it. Also drawing niki was really difficult for some reason lol

[subscribe2technoblade]

This is for the cataclysm au by @smallm0th bc it lives fuckin rent free in my head. The gist is the bloodvines have completely taken over the smp, dividing everyone into two factions: the Eggpire and the Settlement out in the tundra.

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Technoblade was consistently awoken just before dawn with the screams of a thousand tortured souls ringing in his ears.

TECHNOLAAAATE!!

He simply grunted and rolled over in bed.

Technolate Technolate Technolate! The voices chanted.

“Techno, mate, you coming?” A much more welcoming voice penetrated the cacophony. Techno just groaned in response.

Phil! Hii Phil! Dadza!! At least the voices weren’t screaming Technolate anymore. Techno swung his legs off the bed and sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Philza pushed a hot mug of coffee into his hand.

“Sun’s coming up, we best get moving.” Phil didn’t seem much happier to be awake at such an ungodly hour, but he was at least fully dressed. Techno took a sip of the coffee and grimaced.

“Mornin’.” He mumbled.

“Sleep well?”

“Eh.”

“Yeah… come on, mate.” Phil took Techno’s cape off the back of his desk chair and tossed it on the bed. Techno took another sip of coffee and stood. His attic bedroom was cold, but cozy. Phil descended down the ladder as Techno rummaged around for his gear. Underclothes, padding, armor, cloak, potion belt, tools- the methodical rhythm of suiting up slowly brought Techno to full consciousness. When he met Philza at the door to his house, his eyes were bright.

He surveyed the Settlement in the early dawn light. A few tents were still set up, but most had long since been replaced by small houses that matched the spruce and stone aesthetic of the tundra. Snow had fallen just last night, and it blanketed the Settlement in drifts of white. It wouldn’t remain quiet for long. When Techno and Phil returned from patrol the paths would be cleared and footprints from people walking to and from their labors would mar the smoothness of the snow. For now, though, it was peaceful. One could almost think it was utopian, if not for the tall blackstone walls that surrounded the settlement as a stark reminder that there were things outside to be feared.

Phil shouldered his own pack of tools and necessities and the two men headed to the gates. They didn’t speak as the snow crunched under their boots. At the gates, Jack and Niki stood on either side.

“Ready for mornin’ patrol.” Techno lifted a hand in greeting.

“Hey Techno, hi Phil!” Niki’s soft voice morphed into a yawn.

“When do you think you’ll be back this time?” Jack asked, reaching inside his jacket for his key.

“Probably late afternoon. Could be later if we find somethin’ interestin’.” Techno replied in his typical low drawl.

“If you’re back early just yell really loud and we’ll let you in.” Niki took out her own key and slid it into the lock. “Ready Jack?”

“Ready.”

“3. 2. 1. Turn.” The two turned their keys in unison and the gates ground open with the sound of pistons firing repeatedly.

“After you, Phil.” Techno swept an arm out with mock drama. Phil just laughed and walked through the gates.

The space outside the settlement had been cleared of trees long ago. Some of the forest remained 100 meters away from the walls, but it was buried under the bloodvines. Thick red tendrils thicker than Technoblade’s shoulders wrapped around the trunks and extended over the land. They came from all directions and grew over each other until everything was covered. Some sprouts had already begun poking through the fresh snow. A few mobs remained, wandering around, tripping over vines.

The gates closed behind Techno and Phil with the same loud sounds. They were sealed out.

Blood! Blood! Blood! The voices chanted in Technoblade’s ears.

“I’ll take the left, you take the right?” Phil rolled his shoulders and drew his axe.

“Let’s go.” Techno leapt forward with his sword drawn and put it through the head of a creeper before it could explode. Phil swung his axe in a wide arc, decapitating two zombies and a skeleton. Occasionally one of them would yell out a joke to the other, who would respond in kind. As the sun rose higher, the mobs started to burn, which made the job of collecting materials much faster. Once they piled the bones, string, gunpowder, and other useful resources by the gates to be gathered later, Techno and Phil swapped their weapons for scythes and began methodically clearing away vines.

“I guess all that farming came in handy after all.” Techno mused as he split a vine from its base in the ground. The plant started to ooze a thick red sap. Techno was careful not to touch his face in case some of it got on his hands.

“True,” Philza chopped through another one, “Bit different from potatoes though.”

“It’s the same thing, these just aren’t edible. Unless…” Techno eyed one of the glowing flowers sprouting from the vines. “No, no definitely not.” he shook his head and sliced another vine.

Omelette!! Eat the vines! No no don’t. Do it! Egg time! EEEE- the voices couldn’t seem to agree.

“Here’s that cave we found last time.” Phil hoisted a woven carpet of smaller vines to reveal a crevice in the ground.

“Eh we got plenty of ores last time, and I’m not really feeling minin’.” Techno shrugged.

“Then what’s the plan?” Phil struck a flint and steel to set the vines ablaze. They didn’t burn very well- mostly smoked and bubbled with more red ooze which blackened and popped in the heat.

Techno looked out over the vines.

“Techno?”

“I’ve been thinkin’.”

“That’s a dangerous phrase.” Phil crossed his arms.

“So uhhhhh do you remember the prison they put Dream in?”

“I never went, but I know it, yeah.”

“That thing isn’t going to be able to keep out the bloodvines.” Techno turned back to Phil. “They can break through obsidian.”

“Shit. You don’t think they’ll turn him?”

“Who knows? He’s been in there this whole time, dude’s probably gone insane by now.” Techno let out a huff of a laugh despite his lack of humor.

“Well fuck. What do we do?”

“See, I’ve got a plan. It’s not the best, and I don’t think the others will like it, but it’s somethin.” Techno shrugged and drove his scythe through another vine.

“Tell me.”

[maiden-of-eyes]

@sarcolinesomnium

Satori took the truck well away from the overpass into town before settling down for the night. It was too dark to do much else.

There wasn’t much rest to be expected from being all alone in what was basically the wilderness, but Satori had been sleeping in unfamiliar, potentially dangerous areas for months now. She slept lightly, but well-ish. 

Breakfast was a can of beets. Joy.

“Hope you got some rest. You may need it today.”

[llithiumstars]

its been a while. consider siren martyn

[llithiumstars]

i dont have a silly caption for this but i redrew these 4 bc the proportions in the other one was killing ME