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The (Possibly Post-Apocalyptic) Homesteading Meme

The (Possibly Post-Apocalyptic) Homesteading Meme

The apocalypse is over, you’ve reached the new world, the colony ship has landed, the bunker has opened, your inheritance has been bequeathed. Wherever you came from, whatever horrors you’ve survived, you’re here now. You’ve made it, and this is going to be your new home. Finally, you’ve found a little patch of land that wasn’t destroyed, or you saved up enough pennies to buy a farm, or you found the perfect fortress to keep back the monstrous hordes outside.

1. We’ve Earned This - Maybe you fought for it, maybe you’re the only surviving humans, maybe you just saved your pennies from your soul-crushing desk job. Either way, you earned this new life, and your own piece of land. Now it’s time to make it a home.
2. Robinson Crusoe - No part of this was planned. But here you are, washed up on this foreign island or distant planet, and you have no choice but to survive. There’s no way to send a message, and no one’s coming to save you. You’re just going to have to use whatever you can salvage from the wreck to make this barren place into a livable home.
3. Hermits Do It Alone - Ever dreamed about just running away from it all? Now’s your chance. You’ve purchased a piece of land somewhere so far remote that you don’t have neighbors anywhere within miles. This is what you want. And yet… you’re not entirely alone. Maybe someone has shown up on your doorstep needing shelter, maybe you just got a new neighbor, or maybe you brought them along (willing or not).
4. Manifest Destiny - Welcome to the new world. Your colony ship has arrived, and whether you’re coming from another planet or just across the sea, this land is yours now. It’s your destiny. You might have to fight the natives for it, or maybe you’ve found somewhere so unappealing or undiscovered that you’ll only be fighting against the elements—and whatever strange new foreign infections reside here.
5. Manifest Zombies - Maybe your manifest destiny (and the zombies or monsters chasing you) has led you to an established settlement. They have safety and food, but they’re not willing to let you in. You’re going to have to prove your worth to them, or you’re going to have to take it.
6. Louisiana Purchase - Expand! Settle! Homestead! Your home country or planet has just made some valuable new territory acquisitions. They’re unoccupied, rich with resources, and going cheap. Pack your trowel and buy plenty of seeds, you’re going homesteading.
7. You, Me, and this Bunker - The apocalypse has come, but you were ready for it! You’ve got your bunker, your water filtration system, your underground crops, and a room full of unwatched DVDs. Get ready to play a whole lot of two-player games of cards, because the two of you are stuck in your new home until the half-life of the nuclear disaster above ticks down to manageable levels. So, probably not within your lifetime.
8. I Think We’re Alone Now - You had your bunker, and you survived. Maybe it’s been only a few months, or maybe you were born inside that bunker, a descendant of the original survivors. It’s safe to emerge at last, into the ruins of what was once our modern society. No one’s alive out there, unless you can find another survivor like yourself. But you can probably find a nice farm somewhere, raid some abandoned grocery stores, and plant some crops.

tl;dr - Farming, housemaking, homesteading. Possibly after the apocalypse or on a new planet. Or just because you want a farm.

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[What's a little apocalypse between friends?]

[Probably caused the apoc tbh. Whatever homesteading settlement there is, she's either ruling it or plans to.]

[Selene will probably actually be pretty good at this homesteading thing, though all of his knowledge is book knowledge rather than practical application. Open to any of the scenarios.]

[M/M for shipping]

[If there's shipping, M/M. Medium to longer tags preferred]

[ 5,7, or 8 preferred. ]

[My absolute favourite part of canon. Happy to do gen and shipping both. Interested in both canon and cross-canon CR, happy to do things in her world, your character's world, or a jamjar!]

[Sci-fi spy, lacks in homestead skills but adapts quickly to new circumstances. Probably better at hunting than farming but is good at sucking it up and getting the job done.]

[ seriously up for anything. maybe kalokairi (tiny greek island) is some sort of safe haven? no communication with the outside world? idk. give me everything! ]

(Post Vecna if Vecna had won?)

[for all that the world has basically came to an end, jun seems largely unperturbed. maybe it's because that many of the things that ended with the world are things he could live without. running water, electricity, even the internet, jun could make do without those things. it also helped that he could just drive his home away from where the violence and panic was the thickest.

he made it to the country before he ran out of gas, managing to roll into the barn on fumes.

the nearby farmhouse, he soon discovers, is occupied. he sees a shadow in a window, or catches the occasional scent of someone on the breeze. so when jun approaches the door properly, it's with something of a peace offering, or rent, or whatever you'd like to call it - a plate full of fluffy cooked eggs and a glass container of milk. it's not much, but it's more than what a lot of the pitiful people elsewhere have, the ones who are too afraid to venture out and face the monsters even after they've run out of food.

it's that same kind of fear that could have him facing down the barrel of a gun any second. the kitsune takes a deep breath, and then calls out in his most hopeful and friendly voice.]

Neighbor! I came to say hello!

[ Most who have made it this far in the new world are either frightfully good at protection or adaptation or hyper-vigilant to make up for it. It's not clear which category the farmhouse's owner falls into. It looks like he's vaguely aware someone's come onto the premises, but there's definitely no waiting at the door with a gun routine happening here.

Not much about the place says intimidating and foreboding. There are daisies painted on the front wall, done so in such a way that if you approach the house from the right angle, you could almost imagine they're a very cartoonish garden plot. On the porch are a line of garden statuettes in varying stages of disrepair, though it looks like some are in the process of being mended.

Again, not exactly the most intimidating place.

Nor is the owner. If indeed he is the owner. When the address happens, the person in question peeks around the doorframe rather quickly, like he was ready to hear a greeting.

Which is probably wise. ] Hello to you too! [ he offers back, slowly stepping into view. Maybe not as wise, but at least he seems sort of cautious. ] Did you come a long way? [ he asks, beckoning his visitor forward. ]

[not intimidating, no, but it's a place that jun likes more and more the closer he gets to it. he knows he should be paying more attention to this first encounter. did the person inside the house paint those flowers? are they the one who gathered up the statues and started repairing them? jun knows that some people might scoff, might say that there are more important things to be doing right now. he would be inclined to disagree with those people.

jun doesn't see broken or empty things. he sees only potential and the chance for something beautiful. people just throwing away things because they're no longer "perfect" has always been a pet peeve of his. what jun sees on the porch is evidence of someone who hasn't given up hope, the one thing that the world needs more than anything right about now.]

A few hundred miles. Felt more like a few thousand.

[jun steps forward, his movements deliberate, both hands clearly in view with the food in them.]

You probably didn't expect company all the way out here. I won't stay any longer than I have to if you don't want me to, it'll just take me a little while to get my hands on some more gasoline.

[ Whatever his thoughts about hope and the state of the world, the person standing in front of Jun seems to have a sunny outlook on their meeting. He puts a hand over his mouth and lets out a soft giggle. It's brief and quiet, but it's there. He hasn't forgotten how to do that just yet. Sobering up a little, his brow knits together slightly. ]

I bet, [ he says, looking sympathetic. ] You made it really far! Your vehicle's in the barn, right?

[ So he is sort of aware of what's happened on the property since Kon arrived, it would seem. Not totally oblivious then. ] I can't say I've had too much company here. That's not to say it's never happened, but it's pretty rare. [ Here he seems to be thinking for a second or two. ] If it's gas you need, I may know where to get some. You're totally welcome to stay until you're ready to get on the road again!

Want to come inside? [ While he speaks, he has his eye on the food in Kon's hands, more than on Kon himself. Doesn't seem all that worried or alert. ] Oh, I'm Dash, by the way!

[ He raises both hands and waves amiably. ]

[Post-any end you'd like, in which a group of Jerrys made it out into the wilderness to try and make a go of it. Crosscanon/crossmedium is a-ok, OCs welcome.]

[ It's all something of a blur, the way they managed to get here. Nukes, real and proper a-bombs, Oppenheimer. They say about a third of the world's population will have died within the first six months, and half will die within a year as radiation levels and environmental hazards work to right themselves, to restore the natural order. After that it's anyone's guess, it'll depend on how well humanity thrives. Whether they come together to overcome obstacles or whether they fall apart and pick each other off.

They're given two hours notice. It's not nearly enough time, not even remotely. Steve's team is split up across the globe when the announcement comes, pinpricks in various countries with no way to come together, no way to stop it all. Wilson tries. Stark tries. Rhodes tries. Thor is nowhere to be found. They run out of time. They're given coordinates for one of twelve bunkers Stark's buried so deep and thick in the ground they'll last a decade if they need to, hardly enough time to get there, and they've got the hope that other people are doing the same somewhere.

It took fighting tooth and nail to get Steve in here in the first place; he'd been dead-set on saving the world, only this time the world is a screaming and chaotic thing. Six billion voices crying out all at once, and if he could, Bucky thinks Steve would have gathered them up one by one and drove them to a bunker himself.

The bastard wouldn't even go in on his own, and he'll likely hate Bucky forever for dragging him in by force. As far as he's concerned, Steve can be pissed at him for the rest of his life, but at least it means he's got a life to live.

And now it's the two of them for a year, trapped alone and settling in with the realization that everything outside, everything they've seen will be burned to ash by the end of the day, and smoldering for months after. ]

( m/m for shipping )

[Your character just gave a little cat a new home. Well, a fairly large kitten, but in this postapocalyptic world there's way more worrying things than kittens that are too large, and she seems harmless and friendly and does good pest control.

And then one day they slip and fall, or otherwise get injured and pass out, and wake up to a girl with yellow cat-eyes, wearing a too big shirt that belongs to them, doing her best to drag them out of the danger zone...]

Westward expansion. You know, come April, it'll all start again.

((this is pretty much canon - thoughts on when it should be?))

((I'm only clear through mid season 5, so I figured either something during the prison stay or something totally AU like after it's all over? You're more caught up with the show than I am. Do you have another canon point in mind?))

It had gone oh, so wrong. The portal had opened just fine. The bastard warlock chasing her down had tossed out some sort of disruption--an attempted counterspell? Maybe. Whatever it was had severely fubared the entire operation. Akia had expected to open her eyes and see the barracks. Whatever this was that she's just traipsed into? Very much not.

Akia attempts to gather the energies to summon another portal spell fail. Another try results in the same, save a few leftover sparks of frosted arcane at her fingertips dissolving into the air. "Damn everything," she mutters to no one other than herself and maybe the irritated owl getting ready to start its dusk hunt. She's not sure what to do--this land is highly unfamiliar; the air feels as though it sits too heavily on her shoulders and in her lungs. The smells of the forest are familiar, yet skewed.

A roll of thunder moves the strange, stagnant air and the mage lets go of a heavy sigh. "Of course. Because it couldn't possibly get any worse." Akia breaks her own rule of cursing things before they're settled, but these strange lands aren't helping her mood in the slightest.

With the sun sinking in a quickly-darkening, clouded sky, she heads west. All roads lead to somewhere, don't they? Of course they do. An hour later, she finds herself in a torrential downpour, knocking on the door of a home and hoping that perhaps they would be able to offer assistance (and that they don't have something against humans). At least until the rain's done.

Edited 2018-08-07 01:59 (UTC)

The house Dean's squatting in has all the amenities of home without the pesky home ownership parts. He's just settling in for a peaceful evening (for some reason, the sound of a good storm always relaxes him), when there's a knock on his borrowed door.

Well.

He's just going to hope it's not someone who knows the owners. Or the police. Sure, he can and has bullshitted his way out of worse situations, but there's a freshly delivered meat lover's pizza and a bottle of Jack calling his name.

"Hello?" He asks, cracking the door a bit, chain still in place and Glock solid against the small of his back, well within reach. "Can I help you?"

Oh. Oh. She can't say she was really expecting anyone to answer the door on this very strange-looking house (what in the world was the siding made of? False wood?)--especially not in this weather. It's here that Akia suddenly realizes that holy fel--she hasn't the slightest idea on what to say. After all: It's becoming abundantly clear that she's really not in Azeroth anymore.

At least the fellow is reasonably easy on the eyes.

She pushes back her clinging, wet hair and smiles awkwardly. Her clothing, consisting of a simple purple linen frock, dark shoes, and a small bag for belongings (arcane and otherwise) that hangs at her hip. "Yes.. Hello." Curious accent. The smile fades at her predicament. "Could you tell me where I am? It seems I've really lost my way, and this rain serves very little to help me."

"Yeah, rain's got a habit of doing that."

Dean is torn on how to proceed at this juncture. On the one hand, his first impression of his visitor is that she is a smoking hot redhead who may need his help. On the other hand, his second impression after taking a good, long look at her escaped-from-a-Renne-Faire outfit and distinct lack of any visible form of transportation screams trouble that will end with my pizza getting cold.

Decisions, decisions.

"You're in Asheville, North Carolina located in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains." Made all the more beautiful by the absence of the wendigo that went permanently missing yesterday evening. "If you're looking for the beach, you made a real big wrong turn."

"You, ah, want to come in and call somebody?" Probably a terrible idea, but he couldn't just leave her out there in the rain, right? She's probably not going to end up being something that will try to eat his face or lay eggs in his skull or something...

Probably.

Her hopes jump up ever so briefly at 'Asheville', so close to 'Ashenvale' it makes her stomach flip, but oh... how her face falls at his pinpointing their location, for there is no such place as North Carolina. Northrend, yes... much different climate. Far more Vrykul. (ooc: Vikings) This man looks nothing like a big and hulking Northman, and he speaks as she does: Common language. It would not be unheard of for others to use this language, but he looks to be a very Human man.

What he does for a living? That's harder to navigate. If she had to guess? A Lumberjack. Or a Hunter. Who else wears flannel?

Akia offers an apologetic and confused smile, shaking her head. "Erm... no, no. I don't believe I am in the realm I should be. Scrying to reach someone would do me no good." Not to mention going into strange homes. She takes a few steps back, her thoughts reeling. What is she supposed to do now? "Thank you, sir, for your time and kindness." A lock of her wet red hair is tucked behind her ear as she turns to face the driving rain again, ignoring the soft pinkish arc of severely weakened arcane power, and wonders what it is she's supposed to do now.

Dean feels kind of bad watching her face light up like that and then fall. Obviously, he doesn't have the answers she's looking for. And given her response to his offer of a phone call -- realm? scrying? -- he's pretty sure she's not going to find any better answers anywhere else. Not nearby, anyway.

It's tempting to let her go; his pizza is still calling plaintively to him, but he can't let her go. Best case scenario, well, he can't think of what in the world the specifics would be, but hopefully she's not out to kill. Worst case, she is out to kill and he's better off keeping her close. No sense in letting her out amongst the locals.

"Hey, wait," he calls to her and pauses for a second thinking he sees... nah. "You may as well come in and wait out the rain. Going out there on foot in this is just going to get you sick, lost, or worse."

He steps back and holds the door invitingly. "C'mon. I've got a fire going and enough dinner to share. You like pizza?"

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The (Possibly Post-Apocalyptic) Homesteading Meme

Griffith | Berserk | M/M

Madelyne Pryor | X-Men Comics | OTA

Selene | Starfighter: Eclipse | M/M

John Hancock | Fallout 4

Bucky Barnes | MCU | Canonmates preferred

Bucky Barnes | MCU

beth greene | the walking dead | ota

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

donna sheridan | mamma mia

Beauregard | Critical Role| ota

dash, oc.

1ish - i hope this is okay!

perfection!!!

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daye, oc.

bird, oc.

ten, oc.

brother justin crowe, carnivàle.

Jerry | Detroit: Become Human

steve rogers | mcu

7 sound okay?

Dabi | BNHA

Alfred ( Vikings ) OTA

tygra, thundercats

steve rogers | mcu

Keith | Voltron

wynonna earp | crazy chick with a gun

Kitty | Shadowrun | ota (no romance/smut obvsly)

Col. Ives | Ravenous | OTA

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead | OTA

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural (S4-6) | OTA

3? ...3.

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