#Last Days Dawning

[papier-ciseaux]

I love that it took no time at all for Zoro to become ride and die with Luffy

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon zero dawn (remastered) | aloy 44/?

[thatimageoftomscott]

todays tom is: our final post. and he is made out of foam clay !!

posting that image of tom scott untill jet lag the game season 13 comes out: day 45

[nothinggold13]

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (2010) is clearly the weakest of the Disney/Walden trilogy, but the part of it that single-handedly makes me the angriest as an adaptation of the book is at the end where Alberta Scrubb yells, “Jill Pole has come to visit!” because Jill Pole Would Not Do That.

On which note, obviously the part of Prince Caspian that makes me angriest is the massacre they committed against Peter’s character, but the second worst part is when Miraz is crowned King and we hear Telmarines declaring, “Tashbaan pledges its troops!” and “Etinsmoor pledges its troops!” because Tashbaan and Etinsmoor Would Not Do That Either.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I went and stood in front of a judge who said congratulations and got my name changed. Now I have to wait two weeks for my social security appointment before I can change my ID or passport, but I did the first step!

[jojo-schmo]

Kirbtober 2024- Forgotten Land Roleswap Edition

23: Wish

[specific-dreamer]

📽️🎞️ it’s a new dawn, a new day, a new life for me 📽️🎞️

part 1 <3

side note: unless mentioned or in dms, ignore the date and time. spec got lazy and didn’t feel like changing them unless it would be funny 🙃

[yamsgarden]

holy shit time flies...

[helloimamistake]

I tried experimenting my artstyle and did the rendering processed for the first time and safe to say....i still don't understand shit

😭😭😭

Kavik the pretty boy

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING!!! HAPPIEST OF THURSDAYS!! The week is almost over!! We just have to push through a bit more!!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Outbreak Pt 3 (LU in Healthcare)

(Content warning, this is a plague fic, it will likely hit close to home, and there’s dark humor and character death in this part)

It started off as a whisper, but the whisper became a chatter, a groan, constant and disturbing and growing ever closer.

Cases were on the rise in the city, though the surrounding area seemed unaffected still, for now. City officials were growing concerned, and restrictions were starting to be enacted. People were asked to stay home, if possible. As for the hospital and squads…

Hyrule squinted at his email. "Wait. Didn't... didn't they say we could use alcohol wipes to clean the equipment?"

"Yeah," Mo called from the kitchenette in the station.

"Now it says we can only use bleach wipes."

Mo groaned. "Isn't that like the third policy change this week?"

"I'm still trying to figure out if we're doing a specific isolation truck or not anymore," Aurora mumbled. "Like we just had one truck dedicated to the high risk iso cases, and now we're getting so many calls for it that it's a moot point anyway."

"I think the last email said put plastic over everything for Arfy patients and then wipe everything down that you use," Mo replied.

"Wait, which email?"

Hyrule sighed. This was getting ridiculous. And he was getting just a little nervous. “When in doubt, just bleach everything, I guess.”

Aurora huffed. “Did you see the email about the respirators?”

“Which email?” Mo threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got twenty new emails!”

“I suppose that means you’ll actually have to read them now,” Aurora noted with a snort.

“Do you all think it’ll get worse before it gets better?” Dawn asked, wringing her hands worriedly. “The OMD made it sound like that would be the case.”

“Our medical director knows more than I do,” Hyrule shrugged. “If he says it’s going to get worse—”

“No, he didn’t just say that, he said ‘it’s not a matter of if the wave hits us, but when,’” Aurora quoted, standing. “He scared the hell out of Dawn.”

“They’re pretty foreboding words,” Hyrule commented darkly, looking away. It was the main reason he was getting nervous. But he was also steeling himself. If they were in for a fight, he would face it head on.

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with the email about the respirators?” Mo asked as he scrolled frantically through his email.

“Oh, we’re supposed to wear N95s now,” Aurora answered with a wave of her hand.

Hyrule blinked. “Wait. Aren’t��aren’t we supposed to get fit tested for those?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aurora nodded, rolling her eyes. “Here’s your official fit test: pick a mask that fits.”

“We’re all going to die, aren’t we?” Dawn questioned worriedly, hugging herself.

“Nobody’s died from Arfy yet, I don’t think,” Mo noted. “At least not here.”

“People have died,” Aurora corrected.

“Well, maybe we’ll die, then,” Mo amended.

Hyrule laughed while Aurora swatted his partner. Well… at least they’d die fighting. But he really hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.

While the rescue squads struggled to keep up with policies and slapped shoddy safety regulations into place, the hospital clamped down even further. Visitor policies had officially been revoked as of today, and it made all the providers somewhat uneasy.

In some aspects, it was helpful. In others, it made things that much harder.

Arfy patients were medical patients. Which meant the medical floor and ICU was quickly filling up while other parts of the hospital either maintained their quota or decreased as people stayed home. More and more, Four found himself floating to his friend’s ICU, and he felt fairly out of his depths about it. The one good thing was that he got to spend time with Dot. But as cases rose, so did the stress, the worry, and the heartache.

The ICU felt less like a unit where critically ill people got better and more like a place to go to die.

Four and Dot had the same patient assignment for four days in a row. It was the same assignment because nothing had changed with the patients. Intubated, sedated, paralyzed, some proned. The amount of sedation required to keep their patients under was far more than Four was used to, and it was insane how little it would take for their oxygen saturation to drop. Any semblance of activity in the body increased oxygen demand, and the instant oxygen demand increased, no amount of intervention from the ventilator seemed to help. ECMO was a word Four had hardly heard in his trauma ICU, but he heard it on a near daily basis now, being considered at rounds, being initiated with someone else’s patient.

Four was exhausted. His face was breaking out from wearing a respirator for twelve hours at a time. His feet and knees and hips hurt from standing in isolation rooms for three to four hours at a time trying to cluster all his care. And now, with the visitor restriction enacted…

Visitors were hit or miss, particularly in Four’s world. Trauma precipitated drama, and while family could be infinitely helpful and supportive, he’d also seen things go awry, had to deescalate fights or call security. In some aspects, he was thankful there were no visitors while all of this was happening; he was tired of having to explain that yes, you have to wear this gown and gloves and mask, no you can’t kiss your loved one while they’re intubated and sedated with a contagious disease… but still. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was on the family - the patients were sedated to the point that they shouldn’t be aware of anything, but the family had to agonize over the matter at home.

He didn’t like it. He understand the logic. But he didn’t like it.

And so here he sat, holding a patient’s hand while they withdrew care. Here he sat, being the only witness to someone’s last breaths while their family mourned from afar.

Four watched the heart rate steadily drop. He watched the oxygen saturation plummet. He muted the red alarms as the monitor screamed that his patient was dying, that something should be done, like an accusation and call to arms when Four knew this particular fight was over.

He wasn’t a particularly religious person, but he said a prayer for the patient and the family either way. He found himself praying a lot these days, honestly.

While the visitor policy took its toll inside the frame of work, the restrictions both inside and outside the hospital were causing further stress on everyone. Warriors had basically banned Wind from seeing him, opting to stay with Time and Malon instead, leaving the kid in the apartment. He brought food deliveries to the door, asked if Wind needed anything, but he always did so when Wind wasn’t awake - the teenager had swore up and down that if anybody got Arfy he’d take care of them, and Warriors was terrified of that promise as it was basically a threat. Time agreed that Wind didn’t need to get involved, much to the teenager’s chagrin, and Wind found himself already struggling from the loneliness and the frustration of trying to study for classes online when nobody knew what they were doing or how long this would last.

Meanwhile, Wild sat in his room, fingers aimlessly tracing over each other, the smell of bleach so fresh in his nose from scrubbing everything relentlessly for hours on end that he might as well have inhaled a bottle of it. His chest hurt. Not to mention that new disinfectant they were told to use made him cough a lot.

And he worried. Because… it had been a few days since he’d seen his father. Legend had given him updates through his sister (and made Wild swear not to tell anyone about her), and it had sounded like he was improving as expected. But now, he… the rest of the family…

It felt like a blessing and a curse. It was a guarantee that Wild couldn’t run into his mother or sister by accident, but it was also a situation that his mind screamed that he address.

He couldn’t just… he couldn’t just leave his father isolated and alone recovering in the hospital in the midst of an outbreak. He couldn’t.

But what if visiting him made things so much worse? What if it stressed his father’s recovering heart? What if it triggered more traumatic memories for Wild? He was terrified of getting anywhere near the man while he was awake, but his heart screamed that he go to him.

Wild refused to be a coward. And he refused to be heartless, despite how anxious this entire situation made him, despite how his mind screamed he keep away. So that night, when he got on to work, he took a delivery to the cardiovascular ICU and paused in front of a doorway, looking hopefully for a familiar nurse.

“Link? Wild?”

Jumping, Wild turned around to see the nurse in question, watching him scrutinously. She smiled (or at least, he assumed she did, based on how her eye crinkled above her mask) in recognition. “I thought it was you. You here to see your dad?”

Wild swallowed and nodded.

“Good, because the drama I’ve been trying to avoid has been driving me insane,” Legend’s sister said lightheartedly, but despite the casualness of her tone, the words sank into Wild’s stomach like a stone.

“Drama?” He questioned quietly.

“Nothing like… bad, I suppose, but still,” the nurse explained. “I’d be in there taking care of him and overhear him talking to his wife and he’d mention that he swore he saw you. I’m not entirely sure she’s convinced. She seems hopeful, though. But I figured it was best not to bring it up myself since I, ah, don’t know what’s going on.”

Wild felt his blood freeze. His father remembered? And he’d told his mother?

Great. This was… this was just great.

“Go see him,” Legend’s sister prompted gently. “I can tell he loves you very much and just wants to know you’re ok.”

Wild’s eyes unexpectedly burned with tears in an instant, and he was grateful he was wearing a mask to hide his expression. He nodded, hesitantly making his way towards the room.

It all seemed so normal, seeing his father sitting in a recliner looking at his phone. Wild wasn’t even entirely sure he’d recovered memories of his father like that, but somehow it seemed familiar. Abel hadn’t noticed him yet, engrossed in whatever he was looking at, brow slightly furrowed. That expression drew memories, a familiar scrutiny that he would often give Wild himself or his sister, a quiet concern and sternness that made Wild want to stiffen up and simultaneously run to him.

Damn it all, he’d missed him.

Wild swallowed his fears and stepped forward, hoping that this wouldn’t be a disaster. He knocked on the door, initially so quietly that his father didn’t hear him over the chatter of the news on the television. He knocked again.

His father looked up. Stared a moment. Went a shade paler.

Wild hastily stepped forward. “W-wait, don’t get worked up—”

His father stood, seeming mostly steady on his feet, and tried to walk to him, heedless of the cords and oxygen tubing attached, and Wild hastily met him part of the way before he ripped everything out of the wall. Abel immediately pulled him to his chest in the tightest hug Wild had ever felt, and…

And Link sank into the embrace, crying.

[hartlesshart]

[the-merry-otter]

…I need at least 5 different cups at festival, right? Right???

[dorkus-mcdingus]

My Regrets and My Prayer: The Dawn Knight’s Letter to Silver

Welp everyone, we made it! We made it to the finale of Book 7! But in light of Silver’s new card, I was thinking

“What was the Dawn Knight wanting to tell his son when he knew his time was up and his life was taken at the same castle where he murdered an innocent woman who was only trying to protect her son?”

Of course as always BOOK 7 SPOILERS AHEAD!

{A scroll of ancient parchment found inside a winged helmet made of silver}

"My son,

I would like to apologize for all of the pain I've caused not just to you, but the fae who reside in this country. If this letter finds your way, I don't expect you to forgive me for the horrific sins I've committed and all the pain and strife I've caused to Briarland.

To this day, even as I write to you, the face of the late princess Maleanor haunts my dreams. No doubt that there's a special torture chamber waiting for me in the afterlife as I've murdered an innocent woman who was only trying to protect her child from your uncle Henrick. I couldn't bear the thought of what he would do to the young dragon and I pray that the General of the Right was able to retrieve the egg safely and unharmed.

As for you, I'm sorry you were brought into a world full of pain and war and that I aggravated the relations between the fae and the humans. I just hope that if someone finds you, they'll show you mercy and raise you better than I could have. Even if it takes ten, twenty, several centuries, may you be brought up in a world where the bonds between us and our neighbors aren't as hostile compared to the time when you were born.

Know that you are so loved. So, so loved. I love you, your mother loves you, but alas, after all of the pain I've caused, I won't be able to see you take your first steps, hear you say your first words, or even celebrate your coming of age. All of this is my fault. I know now that I shouldn't have let Henrick blackmail me like he did but I figured it out too late once my hands became tainted with the blood of the innocents I have unjustly slain.

Still, even if someone finds you as you slumber, I wish to leave you with a couple gifts to protect yourself.

The first is the ring the guardian fairies gifted me when I was a child.

The second is my armor.

I pray you never have to use any of them. My armor to the nocturnal fae is a symbol of all of the pain and horrors I inflicted but my one wish if there comes a time where you have to use it, may it be used as a tool to bring peace and protection for both fae and humans alike.

I know you will use these gifts well and wisely and you shall go farther than any dream I could imagine for you.

I love you and... Farewell."

[ink-drenched-art]

Rejecting Voyager

Pretty old. A thing that I made for fun originally before it escalated.

[hythlodaes]

junelezen day two - dawn