#dystopianau

[lencat]

rawoong dystopian au:

they're fighting battles against people they know it's impossible to win, and against nature itself. yet they make a promise, knowing that breaking it will cause pain worse than the end of the world.

[sizzlingbaconn-art]

i drew his lil au thing because i love the designs and seeing others draw it made me inspired to draw it too!!  hehe @ricedoesart dont repost w/out my permission pls <3

[i-am-a--lionheart]

~◇~ It's time ~◇~ ◇ ~ It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit Bigger, but then, I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand I'm never changing who I am So this is where you fell And I am left to sell The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell Right to the top Don't look back Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town This city never sleeps at night This road never looked so lonely This house doesn't burn down slowly To ashes, to ashes This city never sleeps at night This road never looked so lonely ~ ◇ ~ {Oh my God - I really like this pic. @butterbu.t.t and I made up this little dystopian!human!AU because we wanted to do something angsty without mentioning gutters. The AU is placed in an post apocalyptic scenario - in our story it was after two super volcanoes broke out and the only safe place to be is in Portugal. The air is polluted - that's the reason why I have a blind eye (these lenses are so awesome!) and it's quite dangerous on the roads.} ~ ~ {Like I have said before - @lunatic.photos is one of the best photographers I know. He is great to work with - always funny and nice - and the results are always amazing! Please check out his account on IG and on Facebook!} ~ #cos #cosplay #cosplayer #germancosplayer #crossplay #instacosplay #aph #hetalia #axispowershetalia #aphcosplay #hetaliacosplay #hetaliacos #aphau #aphnorway #aphnordics #lukasbondevik #apocalypse #apocalyptic #dystopianau #fxmakeup #lyrics #lyric #imaginedragons

[comfreyhollywings]

welcome to eden.

a/n: original work if you’re into that. enjoy.

again. possible au for jimin as XENON?

for more info, here’s the carrd: https://projectxenon.carrd.co/

WARNING: possible OOC-ness? not too sure since this is an au after all. however, to stay safe, i will label this as ooc.

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Every society has the criminal it deserves.

Most criminals pursue endless fleshly pleasures where beauty established her territory. They crave escapism.

They crave a world without the troubles of daily lives that the actual world hurls time and time again. Some criminals are bloodthirsty, some are vigilantes, and others are power hungry. It was a common factor when humanity exists. No matter who it was, humanity has a hidden darkness and urge whilst the mass continues to thrive, unaware of where said actions thrive from.

But then, there was the spare few.

The few who walk in the straight paths. Not the broad highway to hell. They were the unpopular few that look the best they can to moral goodness, per se.

They were the ones that, despite pain in every step they made, nothing but countless resistance in their faces - they were the ones that were the written few in history books - some making it as a mere cameo whilst other died namelessly.

From religious purposes to strong moralistic values - they were the unsung heroes talked about.

However, history slowly distorts - like a snowman melting in summer. It twists and turns until they’re framed villains or in the ‘grayness’ that others classified them as.

It always starts from a position of power.

That normally comes from pride. When humanity pride themselves on being self-reliant on the individuals, stricken with the love of power, that’s when the borderlines of society crumbles.

How ironic, XENON remembers a soft voice biting like cold poison festering in his bones, that even androids have more humanity than human themselves.

He’s quick to dismiss that immediately.

XENON’s dark gaze is attentive at the feel of the tongues of fire licking at his fingertips when he’s in a line where Eden (the irony of it all really makes him want to laugh) awaited him.

The hidden lighter in his sleeves flickers in and out to warm his icy fingers - in and out. He grasps it like it’s his child’s hand after he gets it back from contraband, making sure the child is secure even as he takes one step closer with the masses getting micro-chipped.

In and out. That’s one step.

In and out. That’s another step.

In and out.

The next step - XENON can see the guards.

He’s next in line as he takes the last step.

“I.D please,” A guard says briefly, not bothering to make eye-contact with him.

XENON rustles through his pockets silently, handing the ID towards the guard with lowered eyes.

He whispers, “Sir, I know this is unrelated but... I hope you’ve been getting enough sleep lately. You seem tired.”

The guard, after scanning the ID with a mere swipe, is quick to stare at XENON with genuine surprise on his face - before it turns into skepticism.

“Why would you care about something like that? You’re coming to Eden, kid. This is my job. It’s fine if I get tired.”

XENON’s eyes crinkle into tiny half-moons, eyebrows furrowing sheepishly. His masked lips stretch into a delicate smile. “Ah.. well, I know how it is to feel... tired. It’s not.. the greatest thing in the world, sir.”

“Hm. You’re quite the polite one, aren’t you?”

“I try.”

“You gain nothing out of this.”

“Why would I want to gain things from this?”

The old guard is silent, his expression from skeptical to weary when he glances at his younger coworkers harassing a young man.

“... Son. I don’t know why I’m saying this to you. But my gut feeling is unmistakable. So I’ll say it. I haven’t had a proper conversation like a warning like this in years, but... this blatant show of kindness... you want to stay guarded. What’s in this place can never go out into public — or you become targeted and tracked. Eden is.. Eden isn’t the best place to be in with folks like you. You still have a flicker of kindness left. Don’t let that run dry.”

Before XENON could say anything in response, the man flashes the chip on him and gestures him into the entrance.

He’s left alone now, brows furrowed as he processes what had just happened.

But he doesn’t stay for long - but leaving to the narrow streets - empty of people where there was rarely anyone out there at all.

And XENON paces, processing those words whilst his hand trails to the chip embedded in his skin.

When he discovers his reflection at a nearby oil puddle, XENON sees grey hair cascading over flickering red eyes, and a ominous feeling in his gut.

Welcome to Eden, his conscious mocks. ---- END.

[astralene]

you v much sound like daniela andrade's cover of la vie en rose

:OO L AUR A OH MYOG F I LOVE DANIELA + I LOV ETHIS COVER I HAVE IT ON MY PHONE <333

send me songs that i look/sound/feel like !!

[lesimpromptu]

Jean Valjean/Javert

dystopian!AU;  L’industriale Madeleine è solo una copertura per Jean Valjean, il quale sta aspettando di scappare e unirsi alla resistenza insieme alla figlia. Javert è un poliziotto burattino del governo, messo alle dipendenze di Madeleine. Cosa farà, una volta scoperta l’identità del suo superiore?

submitted by maripr · fill it!

[merthurcuddles]

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 25K

Summary:

Dragonlord Prince Emrys of the Druids is assigned the task of negotiating with King Arthur Pendragon of England in hopes that dragons and magic will be permitted to come back home again. (Hopefully that teenaged tryst Merlin and Arthur once had doesn’t make things awkward.)

Comments:

I love this fic SO MUCH. I’ve been in the mood for winter fic lately ( even though it’s the middle of summer, haha) and this hits the spot. Ahhh they’re so in love and Merlin is SO obvious. I love how both are royalty in this and the banter is just lovely and so in character. Merlin is still unaware of proper etiquette around royalty and Arthur is the king we’ve always know him to be.

[emirael]

Morning Ever After (Elsanna One-shot)

Elsanna Dystopian Hurt/Comfort/Hella Sexual Tension

Okay, so this is coming with a harsh dose of the Cynical Anna AU floating around. It also got long enough and I got involved enough that it's more of a one-shot than a fill. This takes place in a Dystopia I came up with for a worldbuilding exercise a few months ago.

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Morning Ever After

Elsa peeked open an eye. This was a cautionary action to make certain their hiding spot was still, well, hidden. It was also to see if Anna was awake.

She wasn't.

Holding in a happy sigh, the blonde woman moved her body closer to her friend's. She let herself make her arm comfortable across Anna's torso, then snuggled her cheek against the soft spot between the redhead's chest and her shoulder.

Elsa's lips tingled with the previous night's heated memory. It was the first time they'd been able to "take the edge off," as Anna liked to put it, in two weeks of non-stop running.

But they'd managed to escape, yet again, to a temporary safe space. She nuzzled closer and couldn't resist squeezing Anna tighter, just a bit. They would be safe here for at least a week or two.

Her gaze wandered back to the marks she'd left on Anna's neck and a small thrill ran through her, tempered by sadness. She could mark Anna's lovely freckled skin when they lay together, scratch her nails down the other woman's back and make her arch and groan. They faded over a few days, but they let her pretend, just a little, that Anna was hers.

And when Anna marked her up in return, laughing and casual about "taking the edge off" together, sometimes Elsa pretended that meant she was Anna's.

The redhead took a deep breath and hummed slightly as she exhaled. Elsa was looking up at her closed, sleepy eyes when her bed partner ran a hand through her hair.

The gesture was so affectionate, so loving. She knew she shouldn't, but couldn't resist rolling her head back into the touch. "Anna," she breathed. The redhead ran sleepy fingers through her hair and Elsa pressed a kiss against the bare skin along the top of her friend's breast.

"You lied to me, didn't you." Anna's voice was so calm, smooth, and lightly happy in the way it usually was that Elsa didn't register the words' meaning at first.

Then she did. "What? Of course not!" She jumped up from her favorite spot and scrambled to a sitting position. "N-no, I haven't lied to you, Anna, I swear. Everything I've told you is true!"

Anna had been skeptical of her story at first, even as she'd kindly helped Elsa hide during those first few, confusing hours. Upper-Tier girl on the run from the City Police, fleeing experimental testing? She couldn't have looked more out of place in No-Tier. Anna was the only person to talk to her, let alone smile at her. But she had been skeptical. Why in the world would anyone leave the city's uppermost echelons? ("I hear you guys actually get food up there," Anna had laughed)

"I know it's crazy, but we've been on the run for months now. You know they're chasing me."

Elsa had nearly passed out summoning the effort to push past the barriers they'd put on her powers and generate a few snowflakes from her fingertips, but it had convinced Anna, at least at the time.

She was babbling over a story the No-Tier girl had heard a dozen times as Anna sat up with an odd smile, then held up a hand.

Immediately, Elsa shut up.

"No, Elsa, that's not what I'm talking about. I believe you and your yarn about the city and your ice power alterations and shit, really." Anna laughed lightly and Elsa relaxed in a slump.

"Oh, okay." A blush colored her cheeks as she began to feel embarrassed about having overreacted so badly.

Anna pat her head. "That's fine." Her gaze sobered. "But you lied to me. You said you didn't think you were in love with me. You are, aren't you." Her tone had the same light feeling, almost too airy. The small laugh that followed was empty, a shell of humor and a mockery of their usual effortless ribbing cultivated by months as fugitives.

Elsa averted her gaze as her mind raced through every detail of their frantic race to safety, how they'd fallen down into the hiding place and, almost immediately, kissed in pure relief at having escaped. The rest of the night blurred in a passionate memory. It was the first time they'd managed to lay together in a fortnight, a night of lusty grabbing and... whispers between them. About being happy to be safe, happy they were alive, and... 

She kept her eyes averted and tried to remember everything she'd said in between marking Anna's freckled skin, practically drunk on the other woman's body and the adrenaline high of their escape. She had pretended Anna loved her back as they fucked. She must have said something that gave her away.

"You do," Anna said when she wouldn't answer. Elsa knew her expression probably confirmed it. "How long? Did you start to feel that way at some point after I asked you that question, after we started sleeping together?"

Defeated, Elsa just shrugged. "It was a half-lie when I told you that I didn't," she said. I felt... something about you. Before we slept together." When Anna had asked if she'd wanted to fuck, just "to take the edge off" their lives on the run, Elsa had said yes instantly, even knowing how Anna felt about love.

She'd thought she could keep her feelings separate from their coupling, but.... Anna was just so ineffable and passionate in bed. She laughed and smiled and held Elsa close and whispered how glad she was that they were safe together. She could be deliciously rough and heart-rendingly tender in the course of a night. She usually was, every night they had together.

"... Sleeping with you just made it worse," she admitted.

"That's why I asked you." Anna sighed heavily and lay her arms under her head. The distance and cynicism in her expression cut a sharp contrast to the desperation and contentedness she'd been wearing the night before, but Elsa couldn't even be surprised. Her friend was always a markedly different person each morning after.

But each night cast such a powerful illusion of love that Elsa never stopped coming back for a hit. She took a deep breath. "Why does it matter if I love you and you don't?" She asked, "I hardly think it keeps the sex from relieving your urges."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Of course not, but it's not fair to you. I don't want to hurt you. I don't believe in love anymore. It's easy for you to believe it because you have time for that fairy-tale shit in Upper-Tier." She laughed in that hollow way that broke Elsa's heart. "My first boyfriend, Hans, used me to try and get more territory for his gang of brothers down in No-Tier. I dated the next boy because he could feed me." She'd explained this to Elsa already, in one of their early debates about love, but it never got less sad.

Then Elsa perked up. Something about Anna's phrasing invited examination.

"Why do you care if it's not fair to me?" Elsa bit her lip and took a small pleasure noticing that Anna's eyes still flickered down from her eyes to her mouth. "Why do you not want to hurt me?"

The cynicism edging Anna's lips softened. "Because I care about you, Elsa."

She held back the urge to hope. "Isn't that a form of love?"

"Hey, if we're on the run, all over the world together, I might as well make sure you're okay, right?" The redhead tossed her head to get the bangs out of her face and laughed. It was more natural, almost a real joke, but she still sounded.... guarded.

"Do you want to stop sleeping together?"

The redhead's freckles crinkled as she made a conflicted face. "Noooo.... but we should." She glanced away, eyes roaming the short ceiling. "You're just going to get hurt."

Honestly, it was never the sex that hurt. Anna was more than affectionate enough in bed. Elsa hardly needed to pretend, really. It was just the aftermath, when the younger woman always seemed to make extra sure she was clear about what their couplings meant and did not mean, never staying snuggled in bed after they woke, always making certain she used that phrase, "taking off the edge" at least three or four times the morning after. Anna was painstakingly clear. Almost as if she were... overcompensating?

Maybe. Maybe maybe. Elsa didn't dare to hope, but... it made some sense. She'd have to observe some more, see if Anna was aware how much of her cynicism was bravado.

"Sleeping together hasn't hurt me, Anna." She moved forward and planted her hands on either side of Anna's shoulders. "And I've been in love with you and my touch hasn't burned you with how quixotic I am." She pressed her hips against Anna's and smirked as the redhead's pressed back instinctively.

"B-but... you know this doesn't mean...." A bright blush spread across Anna's cheeks.

Elsa leaned down and kissed each one. "I know. It's just "taking off the edge" for you. You know it's that and a little more for me." She pressed her breasts down against Anna's and took a breath in time with her, letting their chests swell in time with one another. "That doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other."

The redhead looked positively flustered beneath her. Elsa winked as she slowly pushed their hips together again. "If it's just another physical activity, you'll be fine. Nothing has changed really. All that's different is that now you know how I feel."

She pressed a brief kiss to Anna's lips and pulled back to see them pulled in a bittersweet smile that couldn't quite pass for a smirk. "I know what you're trying to do," Anna said wryly. "I'm not going to change."

Elsa deflated a bit and could only manage a one-sided smile. She shrugged. "There's no harm in letting me try, though."

"I guess not," Anna whispered the moment before their lips touched.

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Fill for the Elsanna Sleepover. I keep going to write drabble fills and they get out of hand? Help me plz.