#<- technically dawn

[eyelessfog]

Dawn is a ghost town after dark.

That’s the first thing you notice, after waking up at midnight and looking out your tavern window.

The moon is high in the sky, and the stars are bright, and they reflect on the ocean’s waves, and Dawn is beautiful. But it’s a ghost town.

You walk out of your room. It’s dark. There’s no point in having lights on when everyone is asleep, you suppose, but you have to press your hand against the wall and tap your foot against the floor to check that you won’t fall.

There isn’t a single sound but your footsteps.

You thought that maybe you’d hear someone snoring, or, or- or something, but it’s quiet.

That’s fine. You just aren’t used to it.

You come from a loud place. There’s always noise, awake or asleep.

You guess that that’s why you woke up - the lack of noise was wrong to your ears.

You walk out the front door of the tavern, and… Dawn, interestingly, seems to have the outdoor lights snuffed out. You stare up at an empty lantern, then down the path.

Why wouldn’t they keep lights out? Mobs are deterred by light. Even if everyone is asleep, surely they need it to keep out mobs.

You look around, a little nervous now, but- well. You still can’t hear anything at all. Not the groan of a zombie, or the click-clack of a skeleton, or that certain crunch of grass that creepers make.

Silence, still.

You begin down the path, searching for any sign of life. You know the citizens of Dawn won’t appear - they’ve told you that it’s against their religion - but anything else. Anything at all. Whatever gets rid of this silence.

A firefly whizzes past you.

You jolt.

It comes back around, then, buzzing in your face, and you blink at it.

You didn’t know they have fireflies here! It was always said that fireflies stuck to the swamp, and Dawn is not a swamp.

You hold a hand out to catch the firefly, and it weaves out of your grip. You frown, a bit disappointed.

You try again.

It flies away again.

And then, instead of doubling back towards you like it did before, it flies up, into the sky, and you look up.

And realize that there is a giant sparkle of fireflies floating around each other, far above your head.

You stare.

They’re like schools of fish from your fishing trips, curling around and through one another like it’s a dance.

It’s like a trance. You can’t help yourself to only watch them move and glow and-

You blink, and the moon is low, and when you turn around, the sky is lightening. It’s almost morning. How did you get so caught up in a sparkle of fireflies?

You look back up, and the fireflies seem to explode. Some dip down to where you are, but others fly over rooftops and windmills. It’s like a firework.

You let yourself follow one. It goes back to the tavern (and what a funny coincidence that is!) then moves behind the counter to the bar.

Your brows furrow.

The glow shifts, moving itself into a shape, into a person, into- Oh.

The bartender flutters his eyes open to look at you. Then he jolts.

“Oh! Up bright and early, aren’t you?”

“Dark and early,” you respond, looking over at the barest sunrays peeking in from the window.

“Dark and early indeed,” the bartender sighs. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just a water.” You sit down at the counter and take a moment to breathe.

What had you called Dawn when you woke up? A ghost town at night?

The bartender hands you a glass of water, and you think back to that first firefly and how you never actually saw the firefly, only its glow, and you think Yes. Yes, Dawn is most definitely a ghost town.

[headcanonsandmore]

Sauron: Aha, who is now in possession of the One Ring? A common soldier? Perfect; they will be tempted by dreams of conquest, wealth and power! But... wait, what is happening? Why is the tempation not affecting them? What sort of lowly human could possibly resist my power?

Sam Vimes, chucking the One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom before striding off to get home before 6pm: Bloody stupid piece of jewelery-

[wyvernity]

many many lyras and her friends (and fire badger)

[tezzbot]

Scene idea for a fic I'm kind of writing was so clear in my minds eye I had to try and draw it so here's a rough. thing. everyone like 20 years younger than canon woagh

Branch huddles round the campfire with other kids from the country troll tribe listening to an older country troll (who I couldn't be bothered drawing shhh) telling stories while softly playing his guitar to accompany them while JD and Delta Dawn have a chat nearby :0

[horror-aesthete]

Dawn of the Dead, 1978, dir. George A. Romero

[wzardjellies]

Just got done w/ revenge on my rewatch and I have an au going on in my head where Jo gets a more developed character arc and dawn gets further in the competition bc they form an alliance lesbianism ensues (they make each other worse/better)

[candlelightisland]

morrigan's apartment

[dumplingcatho]

hawk showing off her thrush <33 closeups under the cut

[pose ref from mellon_soup, background painted over screenshot]

[pcktknife]

dawn n iris redesigns <3

[erazonpo3]

Chapter 73 of Way Out is up!

I'm afraid this one is not passing the bechdel test

[arttypeomochao]

Did a random art meme I found lol

[thisisnotthenerd]

started thinking about lyrics to dawn of justice

like:

watch me rise on this dawn of justice rebel fire for saviors and righteous eyes on me when the fucking bass hits ‘cause you know i’m coming for you bitch

or

fiery sun emerge from the dark clouds scales of law turned hammer of war now find conviction pure from love or doubt best prepare ‘cause i will not bow down

or

clawed the fire from sundown as she fell powers shift as followers compel carved bakur out of athenriel giant devil bursting forth in hell

or

sunlight breaking out of the darkness summer’s peace give way to the conquest crystals red now coming to harvest bringing power to rage incarnate

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th

» Prompts: Reunion for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

[angymonzon]

A well deserved rest after fighting the world government.

[audible301]

If I had a nickel for every time Aguefort hired an actual unhinged cult leader to teach children and then let them run wild…

[newdawndetergent]

I’ll come up with a more cohesive reboot introduction post but first new post to accommodate this is Hot Rod and Rodimus!

a young scrounger in Iacon from the relatively run down Polity of Nyon and the mysterious new bot that can ignite powerful flames, surely the two aren’t related to each other somehow.