#skill fade

[stemlyns]

In this episode of the St Emlyn’s Podcast, Iain and Simon reflect on IncrEMentuM 2025, skills fade in rare procedures, arterial line placement, and emerging evidence in cardiac arrest and resuscitative hysterotomy. Essential listening for emergency clinicians.

[zaahvi]

GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS

[transformers-synergize]

visiting family, tried doing some traditional art.

[crowrelli]

fucccccking losing my mind over their "oh" moments rn ‼️‼️‼️

[sillygoofyqueer]

OKAY OKAY, SO SO SO. A HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff, WHO IS SUCH A SWEETIE AND MUST BE GIVEN MANY CLAPS ON THIS HAPPY DAY. As like a 'birthday present' type thing, I asked them for an AU prompt, and they gave ME a "time travel AU". So, me being me, I thought about this a lot last night, and you know, I've got a concept idea, because I always do.

So, I've got two basic ideas. Going into the PAST, and going into the FUTURE. I'm going to elaborate on the latter here, because that was most interesting to me, but if Lyn wants me to yap about the former as well, it's their birthday present! They can do what they want, I am merely a humble human who bends to their whims upon this gracious day (and probably tomorrow as well so I can actually write about the former idea if they wish it).

To clarify, Lan Huan had never expected to stumble across a body lying face down in the dirt. He can quite honestly state that he would never want to come across such a thing in his daily runs. However, coming to a slow halt beside what appeared to be a cosplayer of sorts, he has the sinking feeling that this may be like all of the horror stories he has heard about of innocent joggers and dog-walkers finding corpses upon their travels. Before he jumps to a conclusion so drastic, however, he reminds himself that he is in fact a doctor, one that has dealt with patients of various states (including dead) before, so he steels himself and walks over to where this white robed individual seems to be splayed out on the floor just a few feet away from the main walking path of the forest. Why would a cosplayer come this far out? Must be rather dedicated to getting the best shot if they're alone.

He first kneels down to check the pulse of his impromptu patient, breathing out a sigh of utter relief to find that this individual is not dead. At least, not yet. (That was a less relieving thought). He then sets about turning the person over onto their back, scanning to make sure there are no injuries that demand immediate attention - the good thing about the (impossibly clean) white fabric is that if there were any blood, then it would be noticeable almost right away. Now that he is certain that the patient is not dead or otherwise grievously injured, he considers how to wake the individual up, noting that there is something covered in a white cloth nearby that likely belongs to this person. There is a pouch of sorts hanging from their belt as well as an empty sheath, but all of that is thrown out of his mind when he gets a look at the stranger's face.

Lan Huan is aware that many Lans are said to have many similar features, which is why it's startling to see this random person sporting many of the same features he himself has, as well as the white forehead ribbon exclusive to the Lan. Clouds and all. He pauses, trying to rationalise this in his head - the Lan have a rich history, he's certain that there are many fictional characters based on their family, so it could just be that this individual has familiar features and decided to cosplay one of these characters! This makes sense to him, so he reaches out to gently shake the shoulder with a gentle "excuse me?" The words are barely out of his mouth before this stranger's eyes shoot open and he only just avoids getting headbutted by the person (presumably a man, and a young one at that) as he sits upright. He appears to be confused if the furrow in his brows marring his otherwise stoic expression is anything to go by, and he turns to him with a rather scrutinising gaze.

When the man doesn't say anything, he takes initiative to start the conversation with a "my name is Lan Huan. Are you alright? Do you remember how you got here?" The stranger only seems to be more confused, the furrow in his brow deepening as he looks around once more before turning back to him. The stranger opens his mouth to speak, and Lan Huan is ashamed to admit that he has no clue what he's saying. He seems to be talking some variant of Chinese, but not one that he himself has heard before, which means that this has just become a lot more of a challenge for him. He frowns, finding the same expression mirrored (to a lesser extent) on the other individual's face, and then pulls out his phone (missing the confusion and then shock flitting through the person's eyes) and goes to his map app.

He holds his phone out to the stranger, gesturing for him to point out where he was from. It's rather complicated, with him pointing to himself and then to Gusu, which is where they are, and then pointing to the stranger and gesturing to the screen. The stranger looks between him and the phone as though he has grown at least two more heads, before reaching into the pouch hanging at his side and pulling out a folded piece of paper, which he opens up to reveal a map! Although this map seems distinctly...different to what he is used to seeing when looking at a map of China, and leaning in reveals that everything on the map is written in a variant of Chinese that he has only ever seen on the original Lan precepts displayed in the Cloud Recesses - the university funded by the Lan. Either this individual is incredibly committed to his cosplay or there is something far stranger going on.

He hands Lan Huan the map, instead focusing on unwrapping the clothed object nearby to reveal a guqin and checking it over before wrapping it back up and then just casually hoisting it up onto his back?? Lan Huan isn't even looking at the map anymore, just watching while he reaches down and notices his sheath is empty - panic flits through his eyes for less than a second, hand reaching out into the direction of the forest. This is all very confusing until a sword comes flying out of the forest into the stranger's awaiting hand. Like. What. What the fuck? He's feeling rather shellshocked, and likely looks it when the man turns to look back at him expectantly, but this man is still his patient and the Lan are very known for being calm in the wildest situation. He is a doctor, damn it! Think about this logically!! Even if there is no logic to this situation, he has to help.

He shoves aside all of his confusion, grabbing a stick and using his foot to clear a space on the forest floor before kneeling down and utilising the stick to carefully draw out the few characters his shufu had drilled into his head when trying to get him to remember at least a little of the language used to write the original precepts. "Gusu Lan". The stranger, who has been watching him work with cautious curiosity, suddenly lights up (the furrow in his brow smooths out) and nods his head once as he looks back at Lan Huan. So. This man understands the language that has not been used in centuries. That's...confusing. But, this man is evidently a member of the Lan clan based on looks and context clues (the time era he's from is...less obvious), and Lan Huan has always been taught to help out family. He squares his shoulders and looks back at the man watching him with a raised brow. Didn't Shufu say something about one of his students had taken up the strange hobby of trying to learn the old language used to write the precepts?

[uncanny-tranny]

If I'm honest, the whole "love in every stitch" saying for fiber artists does not apply to me, like. I'm trying to get this fucking hook into stubborn yarn and I'll be stabbing it like it owed me money. Is that love because I hope not 😭💀

[inkabelledesigns]

Art Fight 2024: Part 1 (Bendy Themed)

And with that, Art Fight 2024 has come to a close! I clocked in 23 drawings this year, and oh my gosh, it was so much fun! I got to surprise so many friends and artists I admire, and that really made all the difference. That said, I do have to split the drawings up so you can see them all. So we're gonna do this thematically.

Here are all the Bendy related characters I drew this year!

Henry Stein @doberart

Sketch @shockarock

Pete (CoC) @haunted-hijinxer

Jack Fain (CoC) @himochiart / @whatyouwantedmetosee

Evan (Toon Trio AU) @reanimationstation

[artorphanage]

I recently got diagnosed with autism. The doctor said I've been in autistic burnout for the past 5 years and im tipping into DPDR (she was right but its too late, my baseline has been aware but temporally fragmented. The new development is sometimes i feel 0 sensation)

The doctor said i can fix this if I unmask and do things like wear compression gear and noise cancelling

turn my devices to greyscale

Live in dim lighting

She gave me a lot of small tips and they were good at first but now I'm getting worse. I have days now where I'm too tired to stim, too tired to bathe, too tired for everything (except schoolwork for some reason) (all of these things I enjoy).

How do I fix it? I haven't had a hobby in 5 years. I don't want to be in burnout and I want to fix all of it. Does anyone have any tips? Anything at all? Theories? Fleeting thoughts? Hearsay?

The one thing I can't do is stop. I'm a graduate student and I'm working on thesis and papers. And also it's a secret. Or else I'll get brutally harassed and shunned (it's a very strange neighborhood)

[hairtusk]

need to somehow hammer it into the heads of young coquettes and egirls and whatever-the-fuck-else girls that the coolest thing you can do is develop a personality and sense of self that doesn't revolve around making yourself as appealing as possible to men

[dramatic-dolphin]

strange dream i just had: there is a library, ancient and crumbling. you may set out to find it, or you may come across it by chance. it's never in the same place twice. i found it in a forest. the walls were gone, the doorway was nothing but an arch, but the books were in pristine shape. the building must have been three stories tall, once. the bookshelves were still standing tall, untouched by the ages, while everything else was weathered.

the book selection is random. you can find illuminated manuscripts in perfect condition, magical books, books from the future, books from other worlds. you can borrow one book at a time, but you must bring it back to the library within a month, or misfortunes will befall you. however, there is no guarantee you'll find the library again within a month, unless you have a method. you should probably just stay and read the books instead of borrowing.

closing time is 5pm. you may stay after closing time once per visit, but not more, which is to say that if you arrive by 10am, you must leave by 5pm the next day. the library does not like it if you stay for too long. if you overstay your welcome, you might find yourself unable to find the library ever again. maybe it will simply throw you out. maybe you'll forget how to read. or maybe, you'll leave without any incident, but learn that the door out did not lead to the same world you came from. it's better to keep an eye on the clock.

[tarn-ati0n]

I have died like 5 times in Octopath this morning alone

Temenos where the fuck are we

[secretly-a-catamount]

The number of people in fandom spaces who can’t seem to grasp the concept that abuse victims and abusers can be the same person continues to astound me

[blightandshiningarmor]

I always talk about how Fyre Cousland, my Warden, is the most ruthless and bloodthirsty among my four Dragon Age protagonists. She fights for justice uncompromisingly and protects her people fiercely, she knows no middle ground, no diplomacy, no warnings, and loooves putting the fear of the Maker into her enemies. She's a beast.

But it is also worth mentioning that she is all of that while looking like an ethereal maiden despite being a 25-years-old warrior.

She marches on the battlefield in her heavy armor, covered in blood and guts, holding a shield and a flaming sword, and then she takes off her helmet and you see this angel with rosy cheeks, golden hair, and bright blue eyes.

Her appearance gets less doll-like by the end of the game, mind you -and that's due to her constantly abusing the Power of Blood- but it's still funny.

Right before Ostagar vs during Witch Hunt under the cut:

(Did it in a hurry, I promise I can do better than that.)

[starry-sophrosyne]

... @toadettely @sopping-wet-cat-wizard y'know, april fools is over, BUT...

"No, what am I saying- That's too mean, I can't do that-" "Fufufu~ But I can~"  (｀▽ ´) // "YOU-" (/｀ᗣ ´ )/

(also for reference bc GUESS WHO CAN PEN- XD /hj /lh /silly):

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(TW: blood/gore, death, car crash incident, graphic imagery)

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S&S: There is a world where Brent never meets Eevee. There is a world where he wakes up one morning, yawning as he rubs his eyes. He'd been somewhat exhausted by his gaming session with "Sofist" last night, not that it was unenjoyable. He gets ready for the day as per usual, nothing out of the ordinary. It's all regular, for now, that is. Walking out of his apartment, he raises an eyebrow at the suspicious amount of cars stuck on the local road. Oh well, a crash of some kind? He shrugs and continues walking down the road. Ducking under some construction, he carefully avoids all the prying eyes and workers, taking his shortcut to the cafe. What he sees when he turns the corner, however? Well..

It's graphical, distraught to say the least. He can see the limb of somebody, splayed across the road in a pool of blood. He winces. Damn? They'd been sloppy setting up the perimeter apparently, blocking it from normal eye-witness view, but not from here. Either way, he couldn't make out too much between the ambulance and the police cars stationed in the intersection.

As for the authorities, he can make out them questioning certain people and speaking into their walkie talkies. Their faces are far away but filled with concern as they discuss with each other. Meanwhile, the paramedics tending to the body on the ground, and.. For some reason, he pauses. It's not in any of his good interests to watch this, to get involved with some random traffic incident of an unfortunate civilian, and yet? Something tugs at him, opposing his normal desire to stay out of conflict and general indifference/apathy. He doesn't know why, why this moment specifically?, but it doesn't.. feel.. weird. It's weirdly urging, instead bringing him to stop in his tracks. As he choicely watches the paramedics ready the body bag, he catches a glimpse of the poor man who had faced the consequences.

His hair was curly, coifs of coffee brown tinged with blood. His facial hair was the same color, and his gaze relaxed. His eyes were partially closed in a stereotypical thought of sleeping, with a glint from the sun revealing his hazed over green eyes, devoid of any brightness. What catches Brent's eye immediately, however, is his bright purple coat. Most of it is soaked with crimson gore, now a dark maroon, but even still. It's such a stand out, he can't help but wonder how the man even got hit in the first place.

After a few more seconds, the guided feeling seems to go away, and he turns his head away from the scene. (Unbeknownst to him, he'd been watching for, comparatively, far longer than a few seconds.) Best to move on, for whatever reason he felt compelled to watch EMTs deal with the body, almost as if he was making sure they would properly take care of him. It was weird, but whatever. He didn't have enough time to stay around and see him get sent off, realizing he was late for his shift. Despite his sudden spike of empathy, it was just another day, just with an unfortunate incident. He prayed for the man though, as he finally set foot onto regular sidewalk. May his soul, and whoever he is, rest in peace, for meeting such an untimely end.

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Walking into the cafe, the door closed behind him with the bell's signature jingle. Vern's head shot up, his face twisted with a hint of concern as he rushed over to Brent, who'd barely placed his bag on the desk before Vern grabbed his shoulders, gripping them firmly and causing Brent to jolt a bit out of surprise.

"Brent! Oh my god, you scared me-" "?" "-I saw the crash nearby, and you- came in a few minutes later than you normally do, and- oh god I'd just thought the worst!" Vern could hardly control himself from his ramble, spilling out his emotions, but he paused when he noticed the rather amused look on Brent's face. Brent only chuckled at him, despite the severity of the situation/his anxiety. Vern gave him a dirty look, but let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance relief, glad to know his friend was okay.

As Vern let go of his shoulders, Brent starting unpacking stuff from his bag. Placing his log sheet and charger down in the little table within the break room, Vern asked:

"Why were you late anyways? You normally show up before I even get here. Did something.. actually happen while you were getting here?" He added tentatively.

"..." He paused, his hands tightening around his laptop, contemplating if it was worth it to tell Vern. About the man he'd seen, eyes hazed over in death, body dull and cold, hair stiff with dried blood. It was something in it of its own right, something that he wished he hadn't seen. But at the same time, the death of this random civilian weighed heavier than it should've in his heart. He didn't know why, but still, maybe it was the sight of his eyes; ones that pierced his soul, staring at him even after passing. They were so.. cold. Almost as if they were blaming, in hatred. His blood chilled, thinking about it all, and a heaviness set in the room. Oh. Man, he'd never felt this way before. He'd just witnessed death, hadn't he? How was he acting like this was all okay?

He held in a sigh, settling for a tight exhale as he shook his head, not looking up from his stuff. No, it was best not to trouble his more emotionally affected friend with his.. issues. Were he to tell Vern, he'd likely become more aggrieved than him. Even still, looking up and noticing Vern's still apprehensive gaze, he feigned a small smile; keeping it up even as he looked back down in the black expanses of his duffel bag, now empty. He couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. "I'm serious dude, nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"... Alright, if you say so." The air was thick with tension, the silence being left unbroken. Vern's footsteps were soft as they padded against the tiled floor, the door slowly creaking closed behind him. One last glance behind his shoulder, before he fully shut the door, putting on a smile to greet the guests that had entered the cafe. Meanwhile, the room had become dimmed sightly with the waning sunlight as the light from the cafe dissipated. Brent stared down once more, as if questioning the true morality behind what he'd seen. With a sigh, his shoulder slumped. Sitting down onto the rickety foldable chair, he put his head in his arms, on top of the table. He wasn't ready to go out. Not just yet. Not while the green eyes of someone haunted him. He couldn't just go and pretend everything was okay, even he had no damn idea why the death of some random stranger had messed him up so badly.

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Vern found him struggling to think of positive messages to write atop his orders for the rest of the afternoon. Brent did not come out of the break room for a long time, and even once he did, he was silent as he worked. Nick didn't come in for coffee that day.

[tys-kitty]

I just realized that nearly no man in the Shadowhunter chronicles is mentally stable

Every Shadowhunter man at some point

[seaglassmelody]

4 & 10 for Ingellvar prompts(:

Thank you for giving me more chances to yap about Sabi <3

Prompts are from this post!

4. Did Rook enjoy their upbringing? Did they stay with whoever was raising them, or did they run away? Why?

Sabi didn't question her upbringing for the most part. She spent a lot of time around adults until she got into school (when her magic manifested, around age 10). Because of this, she never really considered that her "family life" was incredibly odd. She got to run around the Necropolis, play games with the wisps, read however much she wanted, and there were adults around to indulge her every question. What did she have to complain about? Once she got into school she began to gain perspective on how her experience was so very different- and that's the point she believes the loneliness began.

10. Does Rook have any special abilities related to the Necropolis or its spirits/undead? If so, did they always have it, or do they train to gain it? How do they feel about their abilities? Do others treat them differently because of them?

Since she has spent most of her life in the Necropolis, Sabi has a sort of…intrinsic attunement to spirits. She finds herself able to reach across the Veil more easily, and spirits are more likely to answer her calls. It's in part because she's spent so much time in places where the Veil is thin and spirits gather, but it's also a skill she built up over time. Her childhood involved a lot of interactions with spirits, so she understands the way they think and interact better than your average mage. This has been a boon to her magic, especially in the ways of spirit healing, as she is particularly attuned to spirits of hope and compassion. She's very proud of that skill and is rather prone to overusing it if it means she can help people. It's not incredibly unusual in the Mourn Watch so for most of her life it was treated as a matter of course- she was gifted and known throughout the Necropolis for it, but not in a way that was considered beyond imagining. For anyone outside of Nevarra, it's probably a little more…exotic and concerning.

This extends to her ability to hear Spite- faintly at first, and then clearly after Inner Demons is completed. She's always able to pick him out in a room, though only as a faint purple haze. His shape becomes clearer after Inner Demons as well.