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sinizade · 2 years
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"I don't need your Maker to watch over me, Leliana!"
"Don't worry! I can watch you for him!"
And that's how Leliana and Isla got to know each other better
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cecilioque · 2 years
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The Gangs all here
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Somehow five people got thrown into ancient hisui. Let chaos ensue. They all got there by different means, but now they are family. Featuring my oc Lani and Isla who belongs to @faestorian and Daki who belongs to @anime-grimmy . This is the timeline they all meet. I love these gals.
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faestorian · 2 years
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Second first meetings feat. HourglassShipping~
Ingo first met Isla in Unova; she, first met him in Hisui. One's past is the other's present; a back and forth of time. Waves of falling sand - like in an hourglass.
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betasuppe · 2 years
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A charming lil traditional sketch page for the wonderful @faestorian and their lovely OC Isla & Ingo together~
I hope you like how it all turned out & it was such a blast getting to draw for you, bud!♡
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gigayak · 4 months
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Ordering specific test in Uveitis – Avoiding a scattershot approach
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Ordering specific investigations in uveitis involves a systematic approach to identify the underlying cause and guide appropriate treatment, with the initial evaluation typically including a comprehensive eye examination, detailed medical history, and assessment of symptoms, carefully analysing risk factors and clues to diagnosis.
This short discouraging the blunderbuss approach to ordering tests and taking into account both sensitivity (how well the presence of a disease is predicted by a test) and specificity (how well the absence of a disease is predicted by a test), targeting a golden ratio of minimal amount of tests for maximum amount of data (The analogous blunderbuss was a a 17th- century large-bored gun firing balls or slugs which scattered projectiles in a broad range but lacked subtlety and precision).
Specific investigations may be ordered based on the clinical presentation and suspected aetiology of uveitis. Common tests include blood work to assess for infectious or autoimmune diseases, such as full blood count (FBC/CBC), inflammatory markers such as erythrocyte sedimentation rate (ESR), C-reactive protein (CRP), organ profile (LFT, U+E), Chest X-ray to look for TB or Sarcoidosis, Syphillis.
Other tests depend on the outcome of targeted history and examination, and include Serum ACE, Toxoplasma and Toxocara antibodies, HLA-A29, ANCA, ANA, Mantoux Test, Interferon Gamma Release Assay, Fundus Fluorescein Angiography, Indocyanine Green Angiography, Electrophysiology, CT Chest, CT Abdo/Pelvis, MRI Brain, Lumbar Puncture for CSF Studies, Conjunctival biopsies, Anterior chamber tap,  Biopsy of vitreous/choroid - In infectious uveitis cases, polymerase chain reaction (PCR) testing of ocular fluids or serological tests for specific pathogens may be necessary
Sometimes doing routine immunological tests doesn’t really help as there are often weak positive anti-nuclear and other antibodies found in Uveitis which are not really interpretable, so
Tailor Those Investigations!
Featuring Pirates of the Caribbean’s Marty, Guardians of the Galaxy’s Mantis, Shawshank Redemption’s Warden Samuel Norton, the lab scene from Jurassic Park’s Isla Nublar, and the classic Knightmare CITV series (1987-1994) "Ooh, nasty!"
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willbee-1 · 2 days
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One year
One year since they had to defeat the warden and hope that Rae would live
All so they could get Fable out
And he lived
He survived
And yet
So much has changed since this last reset
Fable getting out
Learning more about Isla and Enderian
.....Centross dying
Rae losing his mom
Learning true motives behind Fable's actions and why he took Isla to even begin with
Why the resets are around
The resets all to save Icarus from falling time and time again
Bc they were just destined to fall, huh?
Gods dying
And Rae losing his broter again
At the hands of Fable all because 'he can fix everything"
But can everything really be fixed when everything is yet still somewhat broken?
One year ago the world resets again as Haley came out of the portal instead of Fable
And so much has changed
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FABLE SMP SPOILERS FOR "Where orchids bloom"!!
Isla was happy that she could raise her children so that this war will not shape them and they can be who they want to be.
And yet here we are. Both of them shaped by wars and fights. AB vs OB, against the warden and Perix and now again against each other. The war of the Realms again.
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love and chaos theory - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Jurassic Park AU)
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The year is 1990. George H. W. Bush finished his second year as president, Pretty Woman just hit theaters — and Jurassic Park is on schedule to open its gates to the public in four years time. It’s been trial and error for the past ten years. Leasing Isla Nublar from the Costa Rican government, learning genome sequences, and figuring out the best way to care for their animals. All while sparing no expense. 
But now, they’re ready to introduce their first batch of live dinosaurs into the park — and they need some new staff members.
Exotic wildlife veterinarian DR. RONNIE BRADSHAW — who has worked in zoos, wildlife reserves, and animal sanctuaries all over the world. Not to mention her own brother is a paleontologist, making her dinosaur knowledge substantial in comparison. These made her perfect for the job. And as someone always looking for a new challenge, when John Hammond himself called to offer her the position (with a substantial pay raise) she accepted easily. 
Junior game warden JAKE SERESIN — who has been working in Kenya for the past ten years with Robert Muldoon. He knows little to nothing about dinosaurs, except that the triceratops was his favorite as a kid. He only accepted the job because Muldoon offered to take Jake with him as part of his team. It would take him closer to home in Texas and offer a new challenge with wildlife that has never been controlled before. That has never been seen before by man.
But what neither of these new workers knows is the danger that lies around the corner at the park, and what they could possibly mean to one another.
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lizisshortforlizard · 8 months
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Living Dangerously - Chapter 28
Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster? A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs. But would they die for it?
Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)
Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc
Warnings: few mentions of the ol alcoholism
Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 @kmc1989 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)
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Chapter 27 | Chapter 29
Since You Been Gone - Rainbow
Several weeks later
Although the island would be virtually uninhabited over Christmas, InGen had shipped in an impressive Douglas Fir that was already shrivelling up and disintegrating in the tropical heat. It was dropping enough needles to make Marìa implore the Almighty for help every time she swept the floor, which was now a daily task. Someone had used the cherry picker to fling tinsel over the model skeletons in the atrium of the visitor centre. The Alamosaurus had a shiny blue party hat perched jauntily on top of its skull.
About as festive as you could wish for in a near-Equatorial country.  Muldoon wanted to meet with Lizzy beneath the skeletons before he began the long journey back to Kenya.
“I’ve done the best I can with staffing, but there will be two days at Christmas and again at New Year when you’re by yourself. I’ll be back on the third.” 
Lizzy nodded solemnly.
“You do not go out in the park by yourself on those four days you’re alone, do you understand me?”
”O-kay?”
”I don’t care what you see on those video monitors in the control room. I don’t care what alarms go off. It’s not your problem to fix. You make a note of it and tell someone later, but whatever happens you stay indoors.”
”Richardson said-“ She started.
“I don’t care. You do what I say.” He fixed her with an icy blue stare. “Screw Richardson and his half-baked ideas.”
”No, thanks.” She wrinkled her nose.
Muldoon didn’t smile. “Armstrong, are we clear?”
Lizzy sighed. “Yes, we are perfectly clear.”
He remained unconvinced. “The weather looks alright too, no storms forecast-“
”Seriously! I’ll be fine!” She reassured. “Go home, see the kid. Don’t worry about me.”
Satisfied his point had been made, Muldoon became apologetic. ”Sorry about all this.” 
Among the offers of come back to Oz, come back to Baton Rouge, come back to Lisbon, there would have been the offer of Kenya too, and not just out of politeness.
“You know I hate flying, it makes me feel very green. I’m the logical choice, anyway. No ties. No commitments.” She wiggled her fingers, conscious for the first time in a while that the weight of her engagement ring was no longer there. 
If it had to be anyone, it may as well be me.
Everyone else had parents, kids, significant others, siblings. Jeff was back in Newcastle for the festive period, with his own blood relatives. 
Lizzy had nobody.
“You can give me a bell me if you need to. Don’t care if its the middle of the night.” The park warden handed her a piece of paper with a Kenyan dialling code on it. “Doesn’t have to be work-related, either.”
Lizzy cleared her throat, unsure what he meant. “Got it. Thanks.”
”One last thing.” He reminded her. “Do not go near that raptor.”
“Aw, but I was planning to take her on a day trip to climb Sibo!”
”Not funny. If you remember one thing from this conversation, let that be it. No raptor.”
Kathy’s silhouette appeared in the double-doorway, dragging her chunky duffel bag, the contents threatening to burst forth from the zips all over the marble tiles. It looked like it weighed more than she did. 
“Travelling light, are we?” Muldoon looked her up and down. 
She waved him away, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Hey, Minnesota is cold. You really think I’m walking over a snowy runway in my flip-flops?”
The park warden was still fixated on her luggage. He pointed to it with his boot. ”You’re going to make me carry that to the airport, aren’t you?” 
”No, no way!” Kathy made a show of exclaiming, before quietly muttering out of the side of her mouth to Lizzy. “I absolutely am.”
“Keep commenting on how heavy it is, how small you are, until he feels bad.” The ethologist suggested, but she knew her deceptively strong friend was able to lift and carry two straw bales at once.
“Oh, I plan to.” Kathy abandoned the bag on the floor and pulled her in for a hug. “Next year, I don’t care how far apart we are, you are coming for Christmas with my family. There‘s always gonna be a place set for you at our house.”
Lizzy managed to blurt out her thanks awkwardly. 
Promised I wouldn’t cry. Jeez.
“And this year-“ Kathy continued. “-if you feel ill at all then you just up and leave the island, okay? It’s not worth it. Call the mainland at Puntarenas…or my mom. I’ve set her as speed-dial two at Ray’s desk.”
“Nice surprise for him next time he tries to call Palo Alto and gets Momma Baker instead.” Lizzy grinned at her friend’s ranking system of who to contact in an emergency. “Just think of me when you’re raising a toast, okay?”
”I will not be cheersing anything this year-” Kathy denied. “-unless it’s with a juice box.”
Lizzy scoffed. “Like he’d know.”
”He’d know.” She insisted, sweeping her braids over one shoulder. “Muldoon said I could if I wanted, but we made a pact. The pact holds firm even if we’re not in the same place anymore.”
The Team Leader was in her mid-twenties, and fond of a beer with the guys, especially on Friday evenings after work. But she had decided to lead by example. 
“How’s it going? You helping him…stop?” Lizzy dared to ask. She’d been avoiding finding out for the past few weeks, in case the answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear. 
“Really good. You’ll be pleased to know he remains firmly on the wagon.”  Despite Kathy’s insistence he didn’t have to go all or nothing straight away, Muldoon had quit the booze cold turkey. The following weeks the island’s coffee usage had increased dramatically. He’d been shorter than usual with almost everyone. Kathy had taken the worst of it more than once, like a trooper. But so far, so sober. 
“That is really good.” Lizzy’s eyes darted past Kathy to see the man in question picking up and hoisting her friend’s ridiculously overpacked luggage over his shoulder without changing expression, as if it were nothing. 
“Yup. Really good.” She caught herself biting her lip. 
Tom swaggered in, minus any bags of his own. “Hey, I thought we already had the Christmas party? What’s with the gathering?”
“And I thought you were leaving on today’s ferry too? Where’s your stuff?” Lizzy wondered aloud. 
“Nah. Tomorrow.” Then louder, for Muldoon’s benefit. “Gotta reduce the amount of time this one has to single-handedly destroy the island. Right, boss?” “Christ. Don’t remind me.”
Tom’s gaze rested on Kathy, who looked very uncomfortable at the sudden attention. 
”I’m actually gonna miss you, four-eyes. Who’d have seen that one coming?” 
”Uh-huh…”
“Well-“ He ironically saluted before turning to leave. “Until next year, loser.”
“Now or never.” Lizzy elbowed her friend in the ribs. “I’m not doing it for you.”
Kathy gave her the dirtiest look possible before jogging after Tom. 
“Baker, we have to get going-“ Muldoon sounded exasperated, still holding her bag.
“Give her a minute.” Lizzy told him. “It’s important.”
”Kennedy of all people, is missing-her-flight levels of important? That’s new…”
”Wait, Tom!” Kathy called as she ran. 
The Texan turned and stared at her hurrying closer, confused.
”I, um-…I made you this.” She pulled a parcel out of her shoulder bag, it too was straining at the seams. “But I dunno how cold it gets in Texas, it’s probably useless…You know what, never mind, you don’t have to take it. It’s stupid.”
She hugged the gift close to her chest, wishing she could rewind the last thirty seconds. Why had Lizzy encouraged her to do this?! It was so dumb. He clearly still hated her. 
“You give that here, missy. I’ll be the judge of whether it’s stupid or not.” Tom held out his hands. ”Can I open it now?”
”Uhm…okay. Why wait, I guess?” She chuckled nervously then hiccuped. 
Tom tore the paper, making a performance out of doing it as slowly as possible while Kathy carefully awaited his reaction.
Muldoon huffed and looked at his watch. 
”Woah…is that-”
She’d knitted him a slightly lumpy scarf in the colours of the Texas state flag. Everyone had received a woollen item from Kathy as a gift, in the colours of their place of origin. 
”Dude, you made this? For me?” Tom couldn’t hold back a massive grin, and immediately threw the paper aside and tied the scarf in a loose knot around his neck. “Shit, that’s sick, man! It’s soft as all Hell! Sorry, Heck. Soft as Heck.”
Kathy let out a sigh of relief. She’d been half-expecting to be ripped to shreds for her handmade gift. 
“But I don’t have anything for you, Kit…”
”It’s okay.” She knew he’d been saving up to really spoil his little sister this year. Lizzy had told her as much. “I wasn’t expecting anything in return. But I made them for everyone else, and you actually work really hard, and-“
Next thing she knew, her face was pressed close to his denim jacket as he scooped her up in a bear hug.  
She couldn’t recall having physical contact with Tom before, doing her best to stay away from him unless she had no choice. As far as she knew, he didn’t do hugs. Not with anyone.
Kathy tensed, stiff as a corpse until she heard him rumble against the side of her head ”Thank you, darlin’.”
He sounded so genuine, and she buried her face in the fabric of his jacket, squeezing her eyes tight shut to hide how they were welling up. 
She relaxed into the hug. ”Happy Christmas, Tom.”
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The two weeks that followed turned out to be uneventful, if very lonely, for Lizzy. On the big day itself she’d opened a few small gifts her friends had left for her, including a brand new knitted bobble hat. In the colours of Namibia, not Scotland. She had called Jeff in Newcastle at InGen’s expense, had a lengthy catch-up and a good laugh, then nuked some leftover macaroni cheese, the Christmas dinner of champions, before focusing on writing up her behavioural research she was in serious danger of falling behind with. Lizzy wondered if she’d ever get clearance from InGen to publish a paper on the behaviour of juvenile Velociraptor mongoliensis. Unlikely, but she had to write the damn thing first. 
She missed her elephants. 
Don’t go out into the park. She wasn’t an idiot, and Lizzy had to admit it was asking for trouble. If anything happened, nobody would find her for a very long time, that much was certain. God forbid she came to a sticky end because she fell and broke her ankle, or something equally stupid. 
But watching the dinosaurs on a video screen just wasn’t the same as being out there among them. Hearing the sauropods trumpet in the far distance was nothing like feeling the ground shake when they walked by. Seeing the dilophosaurs flare their crests near the river, smelling the Rex on the breeze and knowing in your gut she was nearby even if you couldn’t see her. You could just feel her. Lizzy missed the smallest things she’d started to take for granted in her job. 
She may not have her elephants, but she didn’t have her dinosaurs either. Neither did she have her new favourite, the little raptor who was her biggest challenge yet.  Lizzy wondered if there was a fellow lonely soul on Isla Sorna who had been given a similar task to her. If they had family they missed, or if they too had friends but were alone in the world.
Some local InGen employees came and went between Christmas and New Year, but she was soon left to her own devices for the second two-day stint of solitude.
It was far worse than the first time around. Lizzy thought constantly about using the Kenyan dialling code, or hitting speed dial two. But she always talked herself out of it. 
They don't need me bothering them. They see me every single day, they see their families hardly ever. God, give them some space. Stop being so bloody needy.
She kept trying to persuade herself of the passing of time, trying to think of things to do while she was effectively trapped indoors, all while debating if cabin fever was a legitimate medical condition and how long it normally took to develop. She wondered whether she could find Gerry Harding’s San Diego number and really piss Sarah off by calling him at home to ask. 
New Year's Eve, however, more than compensated for how tedious Lizzy's Christmas break had been. 
She was leaving the showers that night, minding her own business, and rounded the corner wrapped in her towel, humming, totally unprepared for who was waiting for her when she finally glanced up at close range through half-misted glasses.
“Shitting Heaven!” Lizzy shrieked, flattening herself against the wall in shock.
Muldoon was just there in the corridor, looking surprised, in the process of unlocking his door.
”You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack!” She accosted him when she recovered her wits, red-faced and angry now the fear had retreated. “Christ alive! Thanks for the warning!”
“Sorry, Armstrong.”
”Don’t give me Armstrong! Why the Hell didn’t you say anything?” She moaned, rubbing her forehead, heart still thumping with the force of a war cannon against her sternum. “You must have heard me coming!”
“Again, sorry.”
Lizzy’s eyes widened. She’d been enjoying singing loudly in the shower. Horribly out of tune, and she knew it. A one-woman rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. 
There was no way in Hell he wouldn’t have heard. She’d been performing the entirety of the song as a solo for the last five minutes.
The absurdity of the situation hit her, and she covered her mouth to stifle a nervous laugh. Now was not the time. She was still very much ticked off at him for ambushing her, and she wanted him to know.
“Why are you here?” Lizzy demanded, doing her best to regain control. The park warden was back a full four days before schedule. Not that she was counting down, or anything.
“Baker phoned me.” As if that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. 
“So?”
”She had a feeling. She was worried about you.”
”You came back because of a feeling? Someone else’s feeling?” It didn’t make sense to Lizzy at all. He didn't normally go in for superstitions, or anything of the sort. 
Muldoon recalled the previous night, and the fateful phonecall that led to cutting his trip home short. His daughter had answered and come to get him, tapping with her small hands covered by new wool mittens that she point-blank refused to take off, even when she was eating dinner, or sleeping.
“Baba, phone. Cat lady from…Min-ah-so-tah.” She’d pronounced carefully. 
Muldoon was then wide awake. Why in God’s name was Baker calling him at this ungodly hour? Who had died?
By the time he’d made it to the phone, she had been sobbing down the line, borderline hysterical. When he’d finally gotten some sense out of her, if you could call it sense, she told him she’d had the most terrifying nightmare. That the dinosaurs had all escaped and were roaming free, Lizzy was in danger, she was sure of it.
At first, he was sceptical. Just a dream, nothing to it.
Then she had uttered the magic word raptor, and Muldoon knew that made two of them that wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. 
What had he been thinking? What had InGen been playing at? Leaving Armstrong alone to man the island, all for the sake of someone keeping an eye on the place.
Were they really that paranoid that a rival would try and steal from them? With all the security systems they had in place? It was virtually impossible. 
Although he wouldn’t put it past the ethologist to send intruders packing, to be honest. Sub-par depth perception aside, she was still pretty handy with a shotgun. 
”Please.” Baker’s voice had steadied, suddenly clear and direct. “I need to know Lizzy’s okay. I can’t bear to call her, in case…But if you won’t do it either, I’m leaving for that island tonight-“
”I’ll phone her now. You do realise she’s probably fine?” Muldoon became aware he was trying to convince himself of that fact as much as he was Baker.
”And what will you do if she doesn’t pick up, hm? What will you do if she’s fine now, but you arrive back in a few days and something has happened?” Her voice rose in pitch. “Why did we leave her? On a dinosaur island?”
And then Muldoon did something very out of character. He hung up, waited a few minutes, and called Baker back to tell her Armstrong was fine, not to worry, have a Happy New Year. 
Then he quietly made his way to the airport in Nairobi. Only when he was on the first of several flights had it started to sink in, exactly what he was doing. What it all came down to.
He needed to see her. It’s for safety. This automation business is nonsense. Shouldn’t have left her. 
He reflected that his Team Leader and partner in sobriety wasn’t exactly making life easy for him. 
How it had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to answer Scotch, please when the heavily made-up air hostess had come around with the drinks trolley. 
And then came the worst, and most time-consuming part, finding someone on the Costa Rican mainland who fit the Venn diagram intersection of having a boat and being willing to sail to Isla Nublar at short notice.  Turned out not many of the locals fit both criteria. Not for cheap, anyway.
“Baker made a very strong case.”
”Right…” Lizzy was still baffled, and a little put out that the reason for him standing in front of her in her towel wasn't for anything other than safety. 
It was only because Kathy’d had another of her stupid dreams, that she was always convinced meant something more. Lizzy had lost track of the number of times she had reassured her that they were not. She wasn’t a prophet. She was just a worrier with an active imagination. 
After the ferry, Muldoon hadn’t stopped to drop off his backpack. He couldn’t find Armstrong at first, anywhere in the staff quarters. She wasn’t answering his calls to her radio, and for a second he had feared Baker was right. 
Maybe something had happened. 
Then he’d heard the God-awful “singing” coming from the women’s showers and it was the most beautiful sound Muldoon had ever heard because it meant Armstrong was alive and well.
Now, it wasn’t gratifying at all, it was just awkward, she was angry at him. And explaining he was back on Nublar ahead of schedule because of a dream, and not even his own, just sounded more and more absurd.
“Well…I’m okay. You can stop worrying.” Lizzy looked down at herself. “If I were dressed I would probably be okay-er.”
She became conscious Muldoon was looking past her, instead of at her, avoiding eye contact. As if he was nervous to look anywhere else.
She was still dripping all over the floor, hair in wet ringlets slicked to her forehead. 
By then, Lizzy just wanted to get back to her room and dry off. She smiled sweetly. ”Gonna make me walk past you like this, huh?”
“Er, no-“ He went back to opening his door, as he had been before she had rounded the corridor and nearly expired from fright. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Oh, thanks so much!” She replied sarcastically as he made himself scarce.
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A couple of hours later, Muldoon reluctantly pushed open the door of the staff kitchen to a sight he never thought he’d witness: Armstrong standing over a stove, cooking.
“Hi!” She turned and waved at him.  Instead of her company-issued shorts and polo shirt that she usually lived in, she’d opted for jeans and a loose sweater. Her hair was still wet. She looked very different. Not in a bad way, either. 
“Sorry about earlier. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay. Ran into far more people wearing far less.” She brushed it off.
“Excuse me?”
”Joking!” She claimed hastily. “I was joking!”
So awkward.
Lizzy’s heart dropped.
Oh no, was this when she found out they only got on so well because they were both mad at the world? Because they liked complaining about the same things? Take that away and what did they have to talk about?
"Got your note."
"I can see, else you wouldn’t be here, would you?” She said bluntly. This was going nowhere. Lizzy couldn't take it. "Look, it’s fine. It’s honestly fine. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either. Thank you for coming back to check on me.”
She turned her attention away from the stove and cocked an eyebrow. “Though a phone call would have sufficed.”
”I realise that.”
“It’s a good thing.” She pointed the spoon at him. “You’re staying. I've been so bored without anyone around. Don't make me spend another evening talking to myself."
“Hm.” He agreed. “Can you even get a word in edgeways?"
"Nice to have an intelligent conversation around here, actually." Lizzy hid a smile. And we’re back.
“What’s that you’re making?”
“Stew?” She continued stirring. 
”Why does that sound like a question?”
“I think.”
”You…think?” He seemed to finally be  relaxing. “It either is or it isn't."
“I was making bolognese, but…something went wrong.” Lizzy explained, sounding deflated. She looked him dead in the eyes and admitted: “I actually haven’t cooked dinner in a very long time.”
"In that case, I’m pleased I went to so much trouble to get back here.”
”Give it a minute. It’s getting there.” Lizzy clamped the lid on the pot. Out of sight, out of might. If it burns, just call it Cajun. Gonna be great. So good. 
“Getting where, exactly?  Why are you going to all this bother anyway?”
“I thought-… you’ve had a really long journey?” 
“And you’re trying to finish me off in my weakened state, is that what you’re saying?” Muldoon deadpanned. “You want my job that badly?”
She threw her wooden spoon down on the worktop in a huff and folded her arms. “Please. I wouldn’t stoop to poisoning. Pitfall trap, maybe. Alright?”
The park warden peered over her shoulder at the wisps of black smoke starting to rise from the stove. “Armstrong, I think your-…whatever it is, is burning.”
“Completely intentional.” She wrinkled her nose. “I can manage.”
“Try it.” He dared her.
“It’s too hot-“
”Try it now.”
She caved, but couldn’t stop her face from screwing up like she’d just taken a hefty bite from a lemon. Lizzy knew there was no way it would be her best cooking effort, but it was bad. 
“Oh, Christ!”  She passed him the spoon, admitting defeat. “I give up. All yours.”
“Take a seat. I can salvage it.”
Quietly, from the battered cassette player in the corner Jimmy Page’s guitar riffs chugged along, Robert Plant wailing something about a flaming heart, every now and then the high notes swelling over the noise of the pots bubbling on the stove as they swapped places. Led Zeppelin IV. Lizzy had found a tape in Gennaro’s office while she was poking around. Didn’t know old Donald got the Led out, she’d thought. But imagining the lawyer with long hair and flared jeans, in the front row at Madison Square Garden was a thought that now frequently made her smile when she was bored.
“Ugh. Salvage.” She groaned, resting her head on a propped up arm. “That’s such an unfortunate word. I’m so sorry.” 
“S’alright. Like a challenge.” 
”I’m better at breakfast.” She defended herself. “I can do a decent fry-up.”
“And how does a man get you to sort out breakfast for them?”
She shrugged. “Be the one to wake me up in the morning.”
Muldoon almost dropped a knife but caught it before it could make a noise on the worktop. 
“I mean-“ Lizzy realised what she’d said without thinking. “Uhhh…”
He’d caught her succumbing to nostalgia, remembering grey dawns in New York, when Simon had offered to go out in the rain for bagels, and instead of leaving the apartment, she’d whacked some eggs on the stove. 
Looking back, there had been happy times. But perhaps it had only seemed happy because it was everything she’d never had before. 
Although she’d kill for a hot chocolate and a doughnut that always smelled better than it tasted from the cart they went looking for every winter in Times Square. That was one of their traditions.
Simon had been one of the people she'd considered calling over Christmas. He’d be spending a few days at his parent’s house upstate, no doubt. Same as always. But she’d ultimately decided no good could come from contacting him, even though she still knew the number off by heart. No scrap of paper or speed dial required.   It had ended for a reason. She had to remember that. Even though he’d never been brave enough to insult her attempts at cooking. 
Unlike some.
Her gaze fell on Muldoon again. 
”I’ll be conveniently absent then. State of it.” He grumbled. “Won’t be risking it even if we’re still alive tomorrow.”
”You’re so rude.”
“Could have tortured prisoners at Alcatraz with whatever that was.”
Lizzy cackled.
“Hey-…I‘m really glad you came back, you know?” She told him honestly. “My sense of humour isn’t wasted.”
Oh, who was she kidding? She’d missed him. Really missed him. 
“You didn’t phone.” It sounded accusatory when he said it. “Two weeks is a very long time to not hear from someone like you.”
I thought about it.
”I wanted to.” She answered quietly. 
I thought about you. 
Muldoon had an idea. 
Now he was back she could go out into the park again. They could both go out into the park, in fact. And with nobody else around, who would question them going out at night? 
Was it a daft thing to suggest? Probably. 
Armstrong had been distant the past few weeks before winter break. Giving herself space. Giving him space. 
But he had been trying. Succeeding so far thanks to Baker’s efforts. That girl really was something else, putting up with him in his worst moods.  And Armstrong was the one who’d asked him to spend time with her that evening. They could have quite easily existed without running into each other again for days. The place was big enough. But they were in this tiny kitchen together, her struggling to find enough space to set out plates and cutlery without bumping into him. 
The other staff would be arriving back in the next few days. 
Who knew when he’d have her all to himself again?
Didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as Hell. It might not have been enough time for her to feel safe around him out in the jungle. She might still say no.
But it was worth a try. 
“Armstrong, would you-“
She dropped a bowl on the worktop with a clank at the critical moment. “Sorry, what?”
“Would you like to come for a drive with me later?”
“Why?” The frown lines appeared between her eyebrows. “Is something wrong, out in the park?”
“No-“
”I wrote everything up while you were gone. All the errors.”
”I know-“
”And I haven’t been near the baby raptor!” She added, a little too insistently.  “Armstrong-“. A touch sharply, to get her to stop talking so damn fast. Ask me properly. ”Lizzy. Would you like to see in the New Year with me? Somewhere more scenic?”
”Ohh…” Realisation dawned on her face, then a revolving door of emotions. Excitement, then uncertainty, then indecision. “If it’s a no, then-“
”I didn’t say no.” Lizzy interrupted. 
She wasn't sure if she was ready. Finding that bottle at the back of the staff lodge had knocked her sideways, upended her world. 
But she wanted to go with him, she wanted to so badly.
Really good. That was what Kathy had said. 
That was enough for her to smile and nod.
”Yes, please. I’d love that.”
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Thanks for reading!
Is this going to count as a date? I think it’s going to count as a date! (Finally…) At the museum I used to work in the sauropod skeleton did indeed wear a party hat at Christmas. Also in Glasgow they put a traffic cone on the head of the Duke of Wellington’s statue on the regular…so it may or may not have been Lizzy.
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dollyocaccount · 4 months
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SOME LATE NIGHT POSTING BUT I WAS LISTENING TO "GET IN THE WATER" (IT STILL GOES WITH THE MUSICAL BY JORGE RIVERA) AND IT'S SUNG FROM POSEIDON'S POV BUT LIKE, AKIRA SINGING THAT IF HALT EVER DARES TO SHOW THEIR FACE NEAR HIS FUCKING ISLAND AGAIN-
Like, Nevaeh somehow saving them and Nina has to talk him down but Akira can control the ocean around Iobu Isla within a certain range but, LIKE, THE UNBRIDLED FATHERLY RAGE HE HAS TOWARDS THEM BECAUSE THOSE WERE HIS FUCKING BABIES THEY TOOK. Their ship just not being able to handle it and like, they can attack the sea creatures Akira is releasing but more and more keep coming and you can see their eyes glowing. This was also a secret mission they did behind Lisa's back between Warden, Vincent, Angelo, and Iwazaru (they lied to Iwazaru about their intentions and Iwazaru was feeling homesick) and Akami grabbed Iwa so Iwazaru is on the beach standing next to Akira as Akira just looks directly at Warden and he's all: "Get in the water."
and Iwazaru sees the sea monsters starting to surface and he's all: "...Wait."
And Warden looking at all the dark shadows in the ship under them. Vincent's underwater radars and cameras aren't registering them as normal sea creatures and Angelo takes his sword out as Akira is all: "I will let only two of you leave with Iwazaru. Alive. But one of you...One of you has to get in the water."
and Iwazaru is all: "Stop this! Akira, don't!"
Akira: "GET IN THE WATER, ONE OF YOU!"
and the water starts to get a bit choppier and Warden, Angelo, and Vincent back into the center of the ship and Akira is all: "AW, YOU'RE HIDING!? THAT'S NO FUN!"
and one of the sea monsters jumps from the ocean and rips off the roof so now all three of them are exposed and trying not to fall off from the waves and creatures trying to tip them over as Akira is all: "IT'S SCARY, ISN'T IT? WHEN YOU'RE UNCERTAIN OF SOMETHING. WHEN YOU DON'T TRULY KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING. WHEN YOU'RE TOO HELPLESS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. THAT'S HOW YOU MADE ME FUCKING FEEL ABOUT MY CHILDREN!"
And Iwazaru is all: "I'LL DO IT. I'll get in the water-" but Akira just stares at him from the corner of his eyes and ignores him and he's all: "SO ONE OF YOU, WRETCHED ASSHOLES, GET IN THE WATER. MAKE UP WHAT YOU DID TO MY NINA, MY AKASHI, AND MY MAYUMI WITH YOUR BLOOD!"
and Iwazaru trying to run into the ocean but Akira just using the sand to sink his legs so he falls over and can't do anything. And Iwazaru is all: "IF YOU WANT TO PUNISH SOMEONE, PUNISH ME. I WAS THE ONE WHO LED AKASHI TO THEM-" and Akira looking down at him and he's all: "Be silent." and that old instinct kicks in where Iwazaru puts his head down and shit and like, this entire thing causes him to have a panic attack because his abuser/father figure is about to kill the only friends he's ever made outside of the Yamisoka.
And meanwhile, Warden looking at the abyss of large and scary creatures as Angelo holds his sword out to them and is trying to keep Warden and Angelo behind me and Vincent is all: "Yes, Angelo, your little toothpick is gonna do damage to the numerous magical sea monsters. Thank God you have such a useful and devastating weapon-"
Angelo: "Vincent. I will throw you in this fucking ocean if you don't SHUT UP-"
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fundieshaderoom · 4 months
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Fundie and Adjacent Families I Follow: November in a Glimpse
Pregnancy Announcements:
Hannah (Wissmann) and Jeremiah Duggar announced they are expecting their second child. This child will join older sister Brynley.
Anastasia (Salyer) and James Silberman announced they are expecting their second child. This child will join older sister Geneva in June 2024.
Morgan and Paul Olligies announced they are expecting their second child. This child will join older brother Luca.
Nurie (Rodrigues) and Nathan Keller announced they are expecting their third child. This child will join two older brothers.
Rebecca and Levi Moravek announced they are expecting their first child.
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Births:
Amber (Perez) and Levi Schadt welcomed their fourth son James Ezra on November 1.
Michelle (Seewald) and Elijah Barger welcomed their first child Isla Jane on November 3.
Rachelle (Waller) and Joseph Afarian welcomed their sixth child Isaiah Valiant Arakel on November 10. He joins 3 older sisters and 2 older brothers.
Sophia (Meggs) and Jacob Roberts welcomed their first child Kimberleigh Noel on November 26.
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Engagements:
Merritt Robertson and Tyler Metro are engaged.
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Relationship Announcements:
Warden Bates is now dating Floridian Taylor Maples.
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Losses:
Elika and Jason Hartono announced they suffered a miscarriage recently.
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sinizade · 9 months
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Isla Amell
21 years old (beginning) // 36 years old (Warden Commander)
Mage - Blood Magic and Daggers
Romance: Leliana
Besties: Zevran / Ogrhen / Morrigan / Shale / Velanna / Madame (Dog) / Sigrun
Not Besties: Sten / Justice / Wynne / Alistair / Anders / Nathaniel
Isla has rage... a lot of rage. Not even her position among the nobility could prevent her from being taken to the Circle against her will... Years and years of abuse and submission to get a single crumb of humanity from the damned Templars turned her into a cold and manipulative woman, using her charm and her appearance to be able to "cheat" some rules in the Circle and get contacts to at least have a life with a little more dignity. Duncan's arrival in the Circle was like a one-way ticket out of that hell, but for that she had to betray her only friend...
Leliana was a sweetheart, a type she hadn't met before and wouldn't even imagine meeting, a Chantry sister being so kind to someone like Isla was really a surprise.
Blood magic made Isla feel not just powerful, but confident, strong. As if she would never need someone to help her again, as if no one would EVER DARE to try to hurt her again, for that she only needed to trick some nobles and pretend to save a little brat who played with magic.
She is now a Gray Warden, a commander, yes, she is looking for a cure, but she will not leave her post at such a delicate moment for the wardens and even if it hurts her heart to be so far away from Leliana, she cannot risk it. Her blood magic helps control the Calling and that has been a relief, but there were still days when it was complicated... Voices that sometimes called her from the shadows, that whispered in her ear, she was never afraid of ghosts and It won't be now that I would fear. Isla will find the cure for The Calling and help not only her, but all the Wardens she needs, she will return safely from her quest and will soon be in the arms of her beloved again.
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cecilioque · 1 year
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A Happy Holidays from the Chaos Family.  Safety checks were not made.
Wydeer is technically a psychic type, he should be able to use levitate. Right ? (Lani's famous last words). Let's just hope they all make it back in one piece. The "borrowed" sleigh might need a bit fixing though. Lani is just grateful to share the Holidays with her amazing sisters Isla @faestorian And daki @anime-grimmy and Of course the submas.
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faestorian · 1 year
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[ oc x canon ] Married People 🚂🌸
Post-Hisui "they-got-Ingo-back-home-to-Unova" designs for Hourglass Shipping 💗
They are so beautiful 🥺😳
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thecrossoverwriter15 · 5 months
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Okay guys, I can’t just sit and wait for Dreamwork to make the Rise of the Guardians sequel. I just can’t. This movie has been keeping my spirits up since I lost my beautiful little pup, Chloe.
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She was so young and was suffering to a lung disease and died a few months back. I’m still mourning her loss, but am slowly getting back into my old grove. One movie in particular has been my anchor since then, Rise of the Guardians. This movie gave me hope (no pun intended) for the future. It’s almost like I have an emotional attachment to it. That is why I can’t let it sit and rot in the dumpster. I want to come back, fresh and clean and ready for the whole world to see. I thought, if Dreamworks won’t write a brand-new story with the holiday Avengers/Guardians of the Galaxy, then I will. So, I turned on my computer and wrote out a sequel idea and want to share it with you:
So, this sequel will be inspired by the early concept art that was done for the movie.
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The Guardians will look the same as they did from the film, but they will have more book accurate origins and settings. The cast will remain mostly the same, except Jack Frost and North. Look, I LOVE Chris Pine, but I didn’t feel that his adult voice fit the young 17-18 year old winter boy. Like TMNT Mutant Mayhem, he will have a teenage actor to voice him. Along with this, I casted David Harbor as North. Hugh Jackman, Isla Fisher and Jude Law will return as their old characters! Now, I was on the fence of adding a new Guardian in the mix. I enjoy reading Jack Frost/Original Characters just as much as you do, but I sometimes feel as though the new characters need depth or just need to be on their own for themselves to grow. That is why I decided to use a pre-existing character from the novels, Emily Jane AKA Mother Nature.
A bit of background, she is the daughter of Pitch Black, is Mother Nature and is known for being mysterious and unpredictable. As I was designing her for this sequel, I was stuck on making her a Goddess type character who serves as healer for the Guardians or an unpredictable, to-be villain like Jinx from Arcane. If you guys have any suggestions on Emily, please write me. I would love to hear your thoughts. Anyhow, Jamie Bennett and his group of friends (Cupcake, Monty, ETC.) will return, older and ready to help out their newfound friends! Since Jamie Bennett’s voice actor is now an adult, I will have a younger actor take his place. Now, it’s time for the nitty gritty…story and setting.
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When watching ROTG, we get a scene where Tooth explaining to Jack Frost how each Guardian’s past is linked to their center. In between the conversation, North says, “You should have seen Bunny!” and laughs. Bunny’s expression hardens as he corrects him, “Hey, I told you never to mention that!” Don’t tell me that his response had didn’t have you raising an eyebrow. There’s another scene in the rising climax when Bunny shouts at Jack after he becomes invisible due to the children not believing in the Easter Bunny anymore. After he yells, he composes himself, “Easter is new beginnings, new life. Easter’s about Hope and now it’s gone.” See in the books, Bunny came from a race of powerful rabbit warriors known as Pooka. They had incredible abilities and were one of Pitch Black’s greatest enemies. When Pitch became evil, he sadly dissolated the population, leaving Bunny as the very last Pooka. Well, ladies and gentlemen, you will see his origins in this sequel.
This sequel will be cut into two acts - Act 1 and 2. There will be flashbacks interwoven when a main plot line ends. The first act will be set in Burgess/The Pole, Tooth Palace and the Warden, the locations from the first film. The second act will be set in an underground nightmare city that sprits such as the Groundhog or the Leprechaun go to collect and trade trinkets they encounter on their journeys. This city is ruled by Pitch Black and Emily who is working with him to find and defeat the Guardians. The city’s design is inspired by Knowhere from GOTG, Silco’s Nation of Zauhn (I believe I’m spelling that right), Pitch’s underground lair and the Coraline house location! You will see MAGIC!!
Finally, Score and how it will be written!
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The score is complete! As you may know, I use specific music scores and songs that create a rhythm/plot line so when one goes to listen, they have an understanding of what will happen! Well, I have completed the score! If you wish to listen, here’s the link!
Now, how will I write this story???
This might have been the hardest decision! See, I was debating on a fanfiction or a script that will be posted on Wattpad when I get time to finish my other works! I was really struggling with the idea! I asked my dad who actually works in the film industry! Then, I though, “Hmm. If I wrote a fanfiction, it might just be treated as a silly fanfiction. I want it to feel genuine.” So, I decided on a script. Besides the fact that I write fun scripts for my class and have knowledge about films, I though I could structure things out! It would be easier!
Well, that’s it! If you have any ideas, let me know! Comment, ask, whatever!! The world is your oyster! Thanks for stopping by and reading! I’m just a fan of this movie and want to see it succeed! Remember:
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sybillineus · 1 year
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Warden Cousland
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Major Arcana - Strength
Queen of Ferelden, Hero of Ferelden, Warden commander, Teyrn(a) of Highever, need I go on?
A sultry, charismatic Rogue from the Noble Cousland Family of Highever. Swift with her tongue and swift with a bow. Wife of King Alistair, lover of Mabari.
I found the strength card resonated with me to how I characterise Isla, my 'canon' warden. With a mabari taking the place of the typical lion.
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