#THE DAY WITHOUT DAWN!

[sunshinepixels]

lady in red

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve remembered that colors exist

[stoned-ftmboykisser]

i’d give anything to be laying on his chest rn falling asleep while he rubs my back and pets my hair and whispers cute shit so i can feel his chest rumble

[gotham-daydreams]

Are you alive? Is 2025 your date of death? We miss you mate

HI!!! OKAY SINCE A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE CONCERNED AND I GENUINELY DON'T WANT ANYONE TO WORRY (especially with how the year is kicking off) I'll say it-

I AM ALIVE!!!

I know it's been a long while, and I apologize for that!! I didn't want to start off the year this way, and actually wanted to start it off with a one shot (and the one that was supposed to come out on Christmas, along with the remaining chapters of the red dawn and so on) but I'll be honest and say that I got distracted, caught up in one too many things, and fell out of DC for a hot minute before crawling back like a man starved.

I've missed you all so much, and for the past few days have been trying to get those things I mentioned together so that I can finally have something up again! Even if I've royally failed the challenge back in October, those last chapters will and are still uneditied and basically made on a time crunch. The oneshots are getting done as we speak, and Chapter 4 is in the works :]

If it sounds like a lot and absolutely insane, that's because it is!! I'll be honest and say that I'm more excited for other projects then what I'm currently working on, but am focusing more on getting things done because you all deserve that and especially for all of your patience and kindness! I know I've said it before, but the Not Series really isn't my best work, and I don't think it will be, but even then I still want to produce a Chapter that you'll enjoy - but if anyone sees a decline in quality (despite the first and 2nd chapter essentially being written in one sitting and posted on the same day), that's probably why!

I do have some updates regarding some of the fics I said I was planning on writing, with the biggest update being in regards to "Ghost" as I've essentially almost rewritten the entire plot at this point, but I'll get there when I get there.

Nevertheless, yes, I am still alive! Even if you probably won't hear too much from me until those couple of things get done, I'll try to multitask and such as much as I can! The way of how I post things may be a little odd, but it'll mostly be with when I get them done, and with all the time I have at the moment - well, I might actually be able to meet my own deadline this time around... even if that new years oneshot is already 13 days late, and I'm not going to talk about the rest of the stuff I have to work on.

Regardless, rest assured! I'm not dead yet, and progress is being made! ... And what better way to show that then being late once again! LOL

[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.

[monowritestoomuch]

”It’s going to be an elucien book!”

“It’s going to be an elriel book!”

Me, standing here who just wants a book either about Thesan, the Dawn court and his gay lover, or Tarquin and the summer court:

[fayeandknight]

I held my phone/camera in my teeth in a waterproof bag to get this video, lol.

Faye is an excellent paddle board buddy. Also, really lucked out in that the bay was exceptionally calm though foggy.

Also, I feel it's important for y'all to know that even though I'm home/back at work - that bitch is still on vacation without me.

[vitaspera]

unhinged calix / viorel yapping commences..

[mobgabriel]

"We've met a terrible fate havent we? Dear"

so a while ago i made this sprite art of silence in COH and recently i've been thinking a lot about the great decline,how it affects the EOW cast and most importantly:how when you zoom out and look at the greater scope of wisdomverse the only way to foreshadow it further would be if echo and silent had giant neon signs written "doomed by the narrative" floating above their heads, ramble under the cut

so i initially disregarded ganon's role in the great decline because... well he is dead he gets obliterated by echo silence and cadence at the end of COH and i doubted that he could have come back in time to take over hyrule... but recently i came to the realization that the name of the dungeon where you do that "future world" implies that this happens... well in the future...now we dont know how much in the future it takes place but if i had to guess i'd say early great decline as Hyrule seems to be largely abandoned às the only NPCs you can find there(according to the Wiki atleast) are the COH Merchant(who isnt from Hyrule), the fates(who are everywhere in COH) and well the evil great fairy who was corrupted by ganon but i doubt this was after dawn's birth as It would place It too close to Hyrule's games

This is also part of why i really like the Idea of echo and Dawn never have gone to (most of)central Hyrule after the great decline as Zelda 1 is confirmed to take place around the death mountain era and in Zelda 2 there really isnt anything in central hyrule so they dont really have a reason to go there alongside the place being filled with monsters(wich probably isnt that big of a issue to aurora but i think going there would be too soul crushing for her to want to go, especially when you consider that she was evacuated to hytopia during the great decline)

Frankly the Idea of future world is so intriguing to me because It tells us that silence and echo knew what was about to happen and Just couldnt stop It because of the wizard, maybe this vision of a destroyed Hyrule was even what motivated echo to keep the triforce out of reach even when her brother wanted It to save their father, she knew what happened next and couldnt risk it

I think that echo being taken to hytopia was silent's last act, he knew what would happen to Hyrule castle once the great decline rolled around and he couldnt risk leaving echo there when he knew that It would be in ruins in a few years... And i dont think he lived to try to wake echo up

Honestly the Idea of Echo and Dawn going to main Hyrule for the First time since Dawn's kidnapping and Echo's awakening in a attempt to Discover what is wrong with their section of the timeline and slowly discovering the final fates of the EOW cast with the First person that they find in there being the great fairy, one of Echo's oldest friends and allies, now corrupted into this form, something that echo promised to herself to not let It happen all those years back in her Second adventure... It Just Hurts só much but its so good

Its also interesting to point out that this only seems to apply to central hyrule's great fairy as fairies help rulie in AOL and i'm pretty sure that the great fairy is a random encounter in that game... Wich probably only served to lull echo into a false Sense of security and make the impact of this hurt even more

wisdomverse by @linderosse (by god it took me a while to tag this one)

[angesaurus]

It’s not that I don’t want to go to work because I truly love my job but like I don’t want to go to work 😩

[ninyard]

Unpopular opinion but I think that some kevaaron shippers ship them just because they’re scared of shipping kevin with Aaron

I personally don’t agree with that too much tbh!! I think I’ve said before that kevaaron isn’t particularly my thing (but I still get it and understand the ship) but I don’t really believe that anyone is scared to ship Kevin and Andrew

[olenvasynyt]

I LOVE PINTEREST SO MUCH LOOK AT MY BOARDS FOR PRYTHIAN COURT FOOD!! Autumn court of course has the most. I have been struggling with night court food 😭

[acourtofquestions]

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though Mala had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway.

Then, he had begged Mala to protect Aelin from Maeve when they entered Doranelle, to give her strength and guidance, and to let her walk out alive. Then, he had begged Mala to let him remain with Aelin, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him.

Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

A curl of wind sent his prayer drifting to those stars, to the waxing moon silvering the camp, the river, the mountains.

He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 35

Snowchant Hunting Grounds

Leaving the hunting grounds, I rode north toward the ruin where the Shaman at Song's Edge said I'd find a part for my spear. Sure enough, a hole dug out in the snow gave way to an underground chamber housing ancient metal birds. Probably just machines or weapons of some kind.

The first machine was already stripped of parts, so I explored the ruin, climbing through to a separate chamber where another machine sat intact. The rail was just as the Shaman described, and I can see how it could lend strength to my spear by supporting the wooden handle. From what the Shaman said though, he seems to have something more elaborate in mind.

A Stalker was waiting for me when I returned to the exit. Tear the canon free, tie down, frost, hardpoint. Tried and true. Back in the wilds, I spent some time hunting for more bones and skins to trade and harvesting a decent supply of Bluegleam, using the map I picked up yesterday. I also found an old metal carving of an animal, but not like any I've seen before. Maybe something that lived in the Old World.

I've wondered about that too—if the Old World had these other animals, why did they die out while others grew numerous? How did they survive Elisabet's weapon?

Making my way south again, I came across two more of the Daemon's towers, powering a swarm of Snapmaws, Longlegs and Scrappers. I overrode the towers first, then set upon the machines. It was a tough fight. Fortunately the machines were spread far enough that I could lure a few further afield without having the others give chase. A few nasty scares when only inches separated me from a Snapmaw's jaws. These Daemonic machines are strong and far more aggressive.

Usual strategy: burst the chill water sacks of the Snapmaws and do as much damage as possible while they're brittle. Then tie down and set off their blaze canisters. That was usually enough to take them down, even frenzied and coated in the Daemon's protection. The Longlegs: tie down and set off their power cells, targeting their sound cores if that fails. I got two in one place so each were shock blasted four times, frazzling their cores.

It took me a while to clear out the site, but I got some decent parts in the ordeal. Plus, countering the Daemon's work can only improve my standing among the tribe. Maybe now I’ll stop coming across so many dead hunters in the area.

Further south toward Song's Edge, I rode past the raging, overflowing river that flooded Deep Din downstream. Seems that the water came from behind a dam across the mountain pass above. My Focus could detect some of the mechanisms down in the facility below the river, but I'll need to go in myself to get a better reading. It looks like the mechanisms meant to hold back the tide have been damaged.

Back in Song's Edge to get some sleep. I've gathered enough Bluegleam to buy myself some warmer wear, finally. Too much more crawling around in the snow bare-fingered and they're going to start dropping off. I need to get to the damaged Tallneck just outside the village too, see if I can repair it. Should help me scope out the rest of the area. It's bound to get the Werak's attention too.

[fayeandknight]

More pics from our weekend upstate.

[mrsimqle]

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