When a virus sweeps through North America, killing over 75% of the population, those left behind have to make do however they can. Many are stuck in place: on trains, at work, at airports. Some move around, scavenging and doing their best to stay alive. Enter the Groveland Mall in what used to be Locksley, Iowa: a shopping center turned safe haven. When the apocalypse hit, it was just another Tuesday-no one expected everything to go to shit all at once. Those stuck in the shopping center must band together in order to survive-because if they don't, anarchy will reign. [inspired by station eleven] [an applyfic] [closed]

In the North Realm the winds blow ice and snow through the veins of their people. The land takes hold, and it's people live in strife under a tyrant king. But time is running out. The people of the realm must liberate themselves before their kingdom crumbles to ash beneath their feet. [original applyfic] [open] cover by @DDDRAGONHEARTS

Lyra Belacqua has vanished, and her memory with her. The Magisterium rules with an iron first over Brytain. The young inhabitants of Cambridge must take matters into their own hands before it is too late (oc x oc) (Open!) (Everyone welcome, including those who don't know the fandom)

let the waves carry you where the light cannot. ❪ original apply fic. ❫ ❪ oc x oc. ❫ ❪ © -whitethorns 2021 ❫ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.