Dystopia AU

[marlowe_tops]

Dystopia AU

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

1. Stronghold - Inside the walls, we are safe. Outside the walls, there is only madness, desolation, and thirst. Everything you need is here. Mother protects us. Mother sees to all our needs. To defy or to question Mother is to put all our lives at risk.
2. Rebels against the Government - You know each other only by code names. You’ve met each other only within the safety of illegal, anonymous networks. You can only hope and trust that they are loyal to your cause, and that none of this is a trap.
3. Re-education - Once, you questioned. Once, you doubted. You know this, but you have learned of your folly. The Ludovico technique of aversion therapy is unparalleled at rehabilitating criminals. Traitors. So-called ‘free-thinkers’. You’re better now. Isn’t it wonderful, to be a productive and unquestioning member of society?
4. The Ministry of Culture - Art is lies, and lies are forbidden. Love is treachery, and treachery is forbidden. Sex is deviance, and deviance is punishable by death. History is regression, and regression is a crime. Music is rebellion, and rebellion is intolerable. Any citizens found in possession of deviant and false publications will be punished.
5. Population Control - Resources are finite. There are too many mouths to feed and not enough arable land. Which is why you have been chosen to be culled. Only the strongest, the smartest, and the most resourceful are needed in the new society. One person from your group will be permitted to survive and to return to society, richly rewarded. Everyone else must die. Weapons are right over there.
6. The Helpmeet (Smut Option) - It’s a stressful life, working for the government and helping to protect the fragile values of our society. Maybe it’s your way of surviving, of rebelling, maybe it’s the only thing you’ve ever known. And in recognition, in appreciation of your loyalty and service, the government has provided you with a Helpmeet. The Helpmeet is an eager, obedient warm body, waiting for you at your home, thinking of nothing but your pleasure. You’ve heard rumors that the Helpmeets are former rebels and traitors, re-educated into obedience and now serving this important social function. You’ve also heard rumors that Helpmeets are engineered in a lab to be what they are. Either way, there’s no reason for you to question it. No need to think about how you treat them. They’re not real people, after all.
7. WILDCARD

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Laurent of Vere ; Captive Prince ; M/M

[prince_of_vere]

[Rebels against the government or re-education are prompts of particular interest, but I'm interested in really any dystopia AU.]

Abel | Starfighter (Comic)

[reliantnav]

[Especially into this after recently watching the Handmaid's Tale... would be especially into a helpmeet option, but up for any prompt. M/M for shipping]

Margo Hanson | The Magicians

[ibiza]

[ She'd be a rebel, of course. What's her code name? Bambi, naturally. ]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

[desecrated]

[[ooc: I'm pretty much open to a world in chaos level of dystopia... though being fully reindoctrinated would take... extremes for him. If you want to take it that far, that's fine.]]

bucky barnes | mcu

[freights]

Maria Redekker | Delta Green

[nondeclared]

[Or: this is why you don't let MJ-12 have nice things.]

[Rebel against the government most likely, but open to ideas. No smut, please.]

Hal Emmerich/Otacon | Metal Gear Solid

[oedicon]

[ ota! ]

Michael Corvin | Underworld

[lycanhybrid]

[Definitely a rebel of some kind. M/M for shipping.]

The Dragonborn | Skyrim

[fireandhoney]

[Up for anything, really. M/M for shipping.]

Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota

[doctor_terror]

[Scarecrow successfully took over Gotham and later the world at the end of Arkham Knight, perhaps? I'm not too picky, really.]

shougo makishima | psycho-pass | ota

[citing]

[2 and 4 are kind of a given, but anything goes, really.]

Frisk | Undertale | OTA

[dustless]

//def no 6, unless you'd like to explore if they were given a helpmeet by mistake. not going to lead to smut.

clarke griffin | the 100

[skaikru]

( i am 100% still hopped up on the handmaid's tale and prowling for militant religious baby-centric dystopian au's — but also come at me with all your dark, gritty social commentary and world building stuff, i am here for it. particularly interested in: 4, 2, and 1. no: 6. )

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | ota

[ramblingman]

[ Any and all dystopias are my jam. I'd like to go off grid with this and just throw out that drawing things in from Equilibrium, The Matrix, The Walking Dead or the Handmaid's Tale could be cool. Maybe vampires rule the world idk. Happy to do some world building, or dive right into an existing world. ]

Re: Dean Winchester | Supernatural | ota

[thegreatexperiment]

[Check out this post, around the paragraph starting "About a year after settling in Los Angeles..." to see if the world is of interest to you.]

[ramblingman]

[ Dean was tired. Actually, no. He'd gone past tired. He felt like a goddamn zombie, wrecked inside and out. He'd slept, now and again, snatched sleep in abandoned cars, locked from the inside and hunkered down under a blanket in the back seat. There was looting, killing--you'd think that death raining down from the skies might kill capitalism dead, but people were still stealing televisions from abandoned shops, and cops were still shooting people for it, like anyone cared.

It seemed like a waste of energy to Dean. Some of these places that had been struck, it was recent enough that there might be people still trapped within. He'd worked almost ceaselessly pulling people from the wreckage of cars and buildings for days now, but even he had to admit that the chances of anyone having survived, been trapped, and still being alive now, were getting slim.

It was crazy. Dean had no idea if it went further than the city. It wasn't in his head to try and find out. At the moment, the idea of an apocalypse was something distant, beyond the present. Thoughts of vampires coming out in LA, admitting to their existence, and therefore changing the world forever, had been completely forgotten. Maybe that was the point. Maybe this was a freak accident. Maybe one of those frustrated Greek gods was having a fit that they weren't important enough any more, and humanity had to pay. He had no idea, and right now, saving lives had come out on top as the more important goal.

Wherever Sam was, Dean hoped he was okay, that his brother was alive, that he had a better idea of what was going on, and could maybe do something about it. Dean was loosely formulating a plan to get out of the city, as soon as there was no more good that he could do here. He'd head for Frisco, then take route 66 east. If Sam was okay, they had a meeting place set up, just in case anything like this happened. He'd find his brother there, no doubt; nothing to worry about.

Dean froze, falling very still. Someone was tapping underneath the rubble. It sounded weak, but they were still alive--if he could just reach them. He started to pull at the broken, scorched cement, rolling the largest pieces away, and yelled for help, not that he expected any. ]

Someone's down here!

Negan | The Walking Dead

[barbedarian]

[ I would love to take Negan's view of the world to its extremes, and call it a dystopia all on its own. ]

[whistleblowing]

(ooc: I only just realized the PB I chose shares a face with another Walking Dead character as I tagged you so we can assume it's before they met if you're interested. Ahem.

Waylon Parker is from Outlast: Whistleblow, which is a first-person horror game. However, I'm an avid fan of the Walking Dead so I would be more than happy to make his horror experience be at the hands of zombies instead if you're interested. )

[barbedarian]

[ It definitely looks like it could work out! We can just assume that he's different enough to the TWD character that it wouldn't be a thing he thinks of, rather than playing with facetwin stuff if that's okay? No need to backdate like that.

So we could assume that whatever happens at the Asylum spreads, and is responsible for the plague that hits the country, something like that? And Waylon's survived it right from the outbreak. Could be interesting! ]

3. Re-education. because i mean it's rick.

[ringleadering]

[ Kindness would not be tolerated, something Rick learned the hard way when he found himself arrested and dumped into a rather large factory. From the whispers of the officers, he heard a few wayward comments - the worst of which being that he needed aversion therapy or did they say conversion? Either way, he decided to quickly form a plan to make it out of there.

Being one of the most wanted fugitives made it a little difficult, though, especially considering he started the underground networking in the first place. Areas where they shared with one another and where love passed around freely.

One of the officers locked him into place, taking no chances it seemed but to be fair he had escaped more than anyone else in their history. So, didn't they find it at all suspicions they finally caught him? Fools. The whole lot of them.

Sighing, he waited for the big bad boss to come in, not at all afraid like everyone else. Few actually met him but Rick's status apparently afford him the opportunity.

The very one he needed to kill. Oh, he had plans, so many plans and this happened to be only phase one. ]

Gabriel Starling | OC

[dogamidstmen]

[ Happy to au him to modern day ]

Re: Gabriel Starling | OC

[havingprecision]

[Hi there! I like your idea of Gabriel - would you be interested in tagging in with Oliver? Maybe a couple of rebels?]

hajalimala | d&d oc

[favoredchild]

[hunterhunted]

[ He hears her before she enters the room. Well, not hears, precisely — which is what throws up a red flag in the first place. There's something like white noise, or the high-pitched whine of electricity, that stays his hand and pulls his head to the door. Despite the number of Sentinels there, not a one seems to realize why their shoulders rest subtly easier. Sesi does. That's why his shoulders are now very tense. ]

Hey, you collecting or what?

[ The clerk's annoyed voice draws his attention back to the small stack of bills on the counter before him. He snatches them up without a word and walks to the side, allowing the next gun for hire to move up behind him to peddle his wares. A moment's consideration has him moving to the nearest wall with his back pressed to it, giving him a breath or two to consider his options.

And then, she walks in the door.

No one pays her much mind, with her slight build that radiates meek timidity; red flag number two. Why would a woman like her be here? What place does she have in an underground mercenary trading post? Some glance her way, then find themselves looking elsewhere as she deflects them with far less effort than he's ever seen in a Guide. It sets the hair of the back of his neck on edge. Still, no one sees her. No one reacts.

So he chooses to. ]


RAID!

[ Every head in the place is up when he shouts; the clerk behind the counter is already gone, the opening in his window snapped shut in an instant. Is he the rat? Doesn't matter now; what matters is getting the fuck out of there. Everyone's beginning the move, but not fast enough, as a canister soon rolls in through the door, spewing smoke in its wake. Chaos follows, with both normals and Sentinels alike scattering for the exits; no matter what sort of raid this may be, illegal activity is still illegal activity. Sesi makes no attempt to flee just yet, having already removed a gas mask from his bag and pulled it in place. The exits will be manned. He needs another way out.

And a bargaining chip.

It takes little effort for him to move through the shouting, shoving crowd, each of his senses showing him when to shove, shift, or dodge. In moments he's behind the Guide sent in to sedate them, his arm around her neck and dragging her out of the fray. He doesn't stop moving until he's kicked open the door of a storage closet, dragging her backwards inside. It's then that she feels the edge of a blade to her neck, followed by a cold voice at her ear muffled by the mask still in place: ]

Mask us from them, or I open your throat.

Nagito Komaeda | Danganronpa | ota!

[whatluck]

[An extraordinarily lucky boy who knows that whatever despair the current state of the world is influencing, hope will triumph in the end. Could be a double-agent with a government job but supporting the rebels?]