#Phosa

[krtart]

Gate Room | January 2022

If I've uploaded this before it isn't tagged in a way I can find it, hah. So! Have an old rough drawing of one of the Spire's gate rooms.

Ever since Phosa and Linast tried to literally tear the Spire apart when they showed up, unauthorized arrivals get shunted to gate rooms and held there by forcefield until released. It doesn’t catch all malicious actors, but it does at least keep random confused arrivals from causing too much damage until someone can come and orient them.

[justashadetalkative]

Phosa balks at the rapid fire questions. 

On the one hand, she and Linast usually try not to shove their true nature in anyone’s face, particularly not new strangers. Many humanoids seem to get at least a bit uncomfortable when they learn that Phosa and Linast’s manifestations are more or less a minor limb at most; that with the exception of the core, their true presence is noncorporeal and immense, their general focus filling entire rooms or buildings and their general magic often spreading rapidly across entire planets.

On the other hand, it is nonetheless more than a bit frustrating to have that truth ignored, and some of the alternate explanations that Thursday is tossing about are dangerously off the mark. Phosa is very far from being invulnerable. It’s just that the worst a horse could do would be equivalent to stubbing her toe, and that she would have to actively help it along for it to do even that much.

Thankfully— if concerningly— the horse’s agitation seems to effectively distract Thursday. Phosa backs up as instructed.

Also there’s someone speaking from the intercom. “Uh. I think that would kind of depend on if it knows English, wouldn’t it? Or if you know horse. Do you know horse? Except they don’t, y’know, talk so much as… body language, so.”

Except this Cyrus sounds deeply unamused, so that question was probably sarcastic to begin with. Phosa flickers, grimaces, and decides to ignore him. She backs up further as the horse grows more agitated, then checks her communicator once she’s at a safe distance.

-Diamond: Why do you want an apple??- -Diamond: Also, where the hell are you and who sent you there? You realize it’s not TRIVIAL to send objects between dimensions, right?-

Also unhelpful. Phosa sighs. -hrse frend- she sends, typing quickly and ignoring the rest of Diamond’s griping. 

Then she steps behind a nearby desk, abandons her lightsuit and communicator on an office chair, and re-manifests some ways behind Thursday – slowly, faintly, in the hopes that will be less startling to both the woman and the horse. At least now hopefully the poor thing won't feel so surrounded.

“So Cyrus is useless. So’s my old guy. Should I just try to carry it?” she asks. “Or. Hm. Body language. I could… pretend to be a horse? But I might get it wrong, I haven’t practiced.”

Thursday, being one who is extraordinarily clumsy and has fallen down the stairs more than her fair share of times, feels more than a little doubtful than her horse-corralling companion is going to be able to stop her from falling down the stairs if the universe deems it necessary.

She is, however, interested in her assertion that the horse literally can't hurt her.

"Really? How come? I mean, is it- Are you like, invincible or something? Impervious to outside harm to your person? That's a lot more convenient than just being able to respawn, if that's the case," she queries as she slowly works the horse over towards the stairwell.

Now she's trying to convince the horse to come on through the doorway that Thursday is suddenly uncertain of being big enough for the horse to fit through.

"Invincible, and you have super strength? All right, well, if it comes down to it, I think your simultaneous appearance in the Office along with this horse might have just been a happy happenstance after all! Ahahahaha- Oh, oh shit-" Thursday's demeanor suddenly changes its tune when the horse suddenly gets spooked, and now she's stuck on the other side of the doorway leading into the stairwell, while Phosa is on the other side.

"Okay, okay, maybe just like, back off a bit? Just back off and give it some space? See if that helps? Cyrus!" She raises her voice a bit, looking up towards the ceiling. "Cyrus, are you up there? Where are you?"

There comes a small crackle from the intercom before the voice of an older man begins speaking. He does not sound amused. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me for assistance with this... situation of yours. I might ask where the horse came from, but I think I'd rather ask what you expect me to do about it, Thursday?"

"I don't know!" Thursday replies, now on the verge of panic herself, which is not helping the horse's demeanor... at all. The animal stamps one of its hooves on the floor and begins backing up from the doorway, leaving Thursday there in the vestibule afraid to do anything but stand there. "Could you like... I don't know, talk to it or something? Tell it a story? Get someone else in the Office to come help?"

There's a beat of silence.

"...You want me to narrate for the horse..."

Another pause.

And then.

"...And what about you, new person, do you want me to narrate a story for the horse too? Do you think that would help get it out of my Office before it leaves a mess on the floor?"

[outofthiisworld]

⭐? 👀

MUSE COMBOS !!!

ᯓ✦ DOC⭐DIAMOND i’m a simple woman. i see an old man, and i want to throw my own old man at him.

both men of medicine, haunted by the past of their actions (or inaction)— arguably trying to do the right thing now while mentoring beings beyond them … there’s a lot of parallels between them!!! 

It’d be neat to see if this’ll be a spark of solidarity, or they’ll end up butting heads because of it 👀✨ (maybe even……..BOTH!!!)

ᯓ✦ OPHELIA⭐️PHOSA+LINAST what’s better than this? just three entities with astonishing abilities on a ✨journey of self-discovery✨

Ophelia is hedonistic, so perhaps there’s something there as someone who used to be trapped as nothing more than a tool to be used, now face-to-face with two who share a familiar (yet so different) fate as child soldiers? 

In short: Ophelia being both a wonderful or terrible influence on them (depending on who you ask) would be fuuuunnnyyyyyyy (if not just a little bit bittersweet, too!)

ᯓ✦ DOC+OPHELIA⭐️THE SPIRE oh woe, to escape one prison up in the stars, only to then be shoved in another one— i like the idea of somehow and someway, both Doc and Ophelia ending up as accidental visitors to the spire and sharing the same fate all visitors do.

While not a man of magic, Doc would be gung-ho about working on a way of escape (working with diamond perhaps?👀). In the meanwhile, I think Ophelia would try to liven up the place with her own flair of life ... and also ... perhaps be a bit of a trickster to those around her as a way to pass the time ... as well as acting as their brand new scary guard dog.

[k4ban0s2]

o patrzcie jaki slixzny phos na prof

jak bede zmieniala co 2 dni profilowe z phosa na antarca z antarca na phosa to sorka💗💗💗

[justashadetalkative]

The kiddos! Snagged from @hearthtales

(Picrew link)

[justashadetalkative]

“Sometimes… mostly just the really important ones, where pinching off bleeding would make almost as many problems as doing nothing.” 

Phosa could understand the bot’s interest in other machines. She was usually interested to hear about other AI as well, and Linast even more so than her. 

The outstretched hand distracted her from asking about other machines on this world, though — and saved her from trying to explain her loose estimate of the numbers in the Spire.

Phosa surrendered the plating immediately, taking a few steps back afterwards to give the bot (the appearance of) some space. “Sure! Yeah. Sorry. How about the rest, are you feeling any steadier?”

She gave the bot another look over while she waited to see whether there was any more success at moving away from the wall this time. “Like I said, I can help you get somewhere else if you need, or wait with you if there’s anyone who can come pick you up… or, uh I can fuck off, if you prefer.” She didn’t really want to, but.

"Blood vessels...require shunts?" Never mind, questioning how one would come to figure that out. Fivemind, for all their expertise in electronics and machinery, didn't know all that much about the organic body. They did know enough to understand that blood flows through the body through a circulatory system and that blood should stay within the body as much as possible. Just not the finer details.

The machine noted how the other faltered when asked about...others. That was something, the AI supposed. Not anything just yet, but could have been something. Past experiences had taught the AI to watch out for little things like that.

"Oh. So there are other machines that are sapient as well." The android did perk up at that. "Ten or twenty...is quite a range of numbers."

"By the way...I think it should be fine for that plate to be reattached later," Yellow Three held out a hand. He would like that plating back, actually.

[krtart]

Expression Prompts | 2024

I took some expression art prompts over on my rp blog a while back! Took the chance to experiment with gradient maps a bit. Also with trying to learn how to draw lips. xD

Alice and Chester both belong to and were prompted by @jxsmine-skye, while Phosa and Linast belong to me and were prompted by @clownboyskingdom !

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 21

“I was right!” Major Blaauw said, gesturing wildly. He was so animated, Sandage feared the older man would keel over from excitement. They watched the prince exchange words with President Okona, their tone pleasant and cordial. These were an excellent first step in their species’ relationship.

Still, what about the other world leaders? Sandage doubted Russia would be happy to learn that the USA had allied with the Kristra Republic before them. Heck, this discovery would upend everything humanity understood about the universe overnight.

“But what else is new?” Sandage thought dryly. Normality had died execution-style when the Altair had appeared. “No, correction—when Rose used time travel to help her past self.”

“They have a republic, yet have a king?” Major Blaauw said. “Can’t say I’m fond of that.”

“Apparently, the Kristra Republic has a parliamentary system, though their royalty still hold considerable power and influence.” Sandage replied.

Major Blaauw’s withered hand stroked his chin. “I’m wondering if Prince Imrele is authorized to even make this meeting.”

“You’re thinking this is a rogue action?” Sandage whispered, making sure the Eleim guards couldn’t hear them. Their armored figures stood at attention nearby, but their postures were relaxed. He wasn’t sure they understood English.

“Something smells fishy about this. I’ve worked among the government and military for decades, and this doesn’t feel official to me. Imrele Aindreit might be a prince, but where does he stand among his family?”

“Oh, dear.” Sandage rubbed the nape of his neck. This complicated things. Prince Imrele might be promising things he couldn’t quite deliver. Still, they’d made first contact. It was a start.

“Cool armor, huh?” Gamow said, walking over. “I’m curious how they appear underneath? I think I see some females among the prince’s retinue. Think they’re real babes?”

Sandage grinned, amused. “Apparently, their planet’s atmosphere differs greatly from Earth’s—hotter, for one. They can survive on Earth, but not comfortably. The prince promised he’d show his face at the official press conference at the UN. He wishes for humanity to view the Eleim race at once.”

“Look forward to it, then.” Gamow beamed.

Sandage nodded. While somewhat theatrical, it was appropriate considering the circumstances. First impressions were important. So much could go terribly wrong.

“Agent Sandage.” The president extended a hand as he walked over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I have heard good things about you.”

“Just doing my job, sir,” Sandage said, clasping hands.

“No, I mean it. You conducted yourself well during our first contact with the Eleim people. It impressed me. Your contribution to history won’t be forgotten.”

“Thank you, sir.” Sandage felt embarrassed, despite himself. 

“Though, I haven’t forgotten my original reason for coming here. Would you do the honor of showing me where Rose Brahe is sleeping? Prince Imrele is also curious about meeting her.” The president said.

“Yes, President Okona has told me about her condition. Unfortunate for someone so young. My medic, Phosa, can assess her condition.”

An Eleim wearing red and orange battle-worn armor stood at attention. In her armored hands, she some kit Sandage assumed was a medical kit. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though. Doctor Dhierryn in our med bay can conduct the full analysis, but I can at least assess the infection afflicting her. I have experience with alien diseases.”

“We appreciated your help” Sandage said with feeling. 

“Though, is it true that this young human has been fighting the alien invaders?” Prince Imrele tilted his head, curious.

“Don’t let her young age fool you, your majesty. She has fought hard to protect our planet,” Sandage replied.

“But why burden someone so young?” Prince Imrele asked.

Sandage released a bone-weary sigh. “It’s a long story. Follow me.” His heart beat fast, thudding hard in his chest. Could this be the breakthrough they needed to save Rose?

“This is the patient?” Medic Petrus pulled out a mechanical device from her kit and waved it over the comatose Rose. Sandage gave an involuntary wince when he caught sight of Rose’s condition. The purplish blight had grown farther, almost covering her entire torso.

The prince gasped when he saw the infection tormenting Rose. “The Altair infected her with this?”

“Yes,” the president replied, his tone grim. “It’s a residue they leave behind on their victims. Their cells infect the host and eventually turn them into an Altair. Either that, or the host absorbs them and becomes stronger. We’ve had to burn contaminated spots to the rock to avoid it spreading. This is our enemy, Prince Imrele.”

“I see.” The alien prince was quiet before he spoke again. “Medic Petrus, report.”

Behind his faceplate, the medic seemed flummoxed. “Sir, I’ve served on many campaigns on alien worlds, but this is beyond anything I’ve encountered. Doctor Dhierryn needs to see this.”

“I’m not surprised. The Altair are beings beyond our universe.” Behind his mask, Sandage saw fear on the prince’s face. But it disappeared a moment later, replaced with calm detachment. 

“May I get a sample?” Medic Petrus asked.

“Certainly,” the nurse said. “Be careful with it. The Altair cells attack anything organic.”

“Anything?”

“Anything. We’ve worked hard to contain it out of fear of what might happen if it infects the nearest biome.” President Okona said.

“It seems there’s much about this new enemy we don’t understand,” Prince Imrele said. “Father needs to know about this.”

“I would like to meet him,” President Okona said. “Give him my greetings when you next see him.”

“Can you contact him from Earth?” Sandage asked, trying to gleam some details about Eleim’s technology. “Your planet’s a great distance from here.”

“It’s no problem,” Prince Imrele replied. “There are beacons in a nearby solar system to replay the message.”

“How far-reaching is your Republic?” Sandage asked. “It’s fascinating that your species has spread so far. The farthest we’ve sent a probe is our system’s furthest satellite, Pluto.”

“It extends through fourteen star systems,” the prince replied. “My great-grandfather was an ambitious man. Under his leadership, we colonized almost eighty planets or moons. Of course, we’ve grown since then.”

Sandage wondered if the Eleim ruffled any feathers with the local inhabitants of those systems, but kept quiet. While this current administration appeared benign, they’d only heard the Eleim’s side of the story.

“One problem at a time,” Sandage told himself. “The Altair first.”

“Thanks.” Medic Petrus accepted the sample offered by the nurse, placing it safely in a pouch on her suit. “I’ll be returning to the ship, prince.”

“Very good,” Prince Imrele nodded, allowing the medic to leave.

“The hour is getting late. Let’s continue this in the morning.” President Okona said, fighting back a yawn. Sandage looked at his watch, realizing the president was right. It was almost three in the morning. Had time flown that fast?

Before he could respond, the world shook beneath him. He stumbled, barely keeping his footing as a Secret Service officer helped him.

“What was that?” the president asked, alarmed. The building shook again, more violently this time—an explosion echoed in the distance.

“We’re under attack!” A soldier stumbled into the room. “It’s the Altair!”

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“Gah!” Cecilia yelped, wincing as she struck something hard. She shook her head in disorientation, blinking her blurry eyes. “What the heck?”

Groggily, she pushed aside her covers and rose from the floor, only to stumble against her bed as the ground shook beneath her.

Any remnants of sleep evaporated as fear stabbed into her heart when she realized what was happening. “We’re under attack!”

When she stumbled out into the corridor, Cecilia found the LUVOLT base in utter disarray. People were rushing to their stations or to safety. The sounds of explosions and gunfire echoed in the distance. It was pandemonium.

She needed to get to the bunker. It stood several hundred feet underground, strong enough with withstand bombardment of a hundred missiles. Others had a similar idea, rushing in the same direction.

“Cecilia!” A voice stopped her, and she turned to find Petrus holding a laptop. On its screen, Macauley appeared, wearing a dainty blue nightcap with midnight stars. 

While her first instinct was to ignore them, a nagging question stopped her. “Why are you wearing a nightcap? You don’t sleep!”

“Huh?” the vTuber replied. “What makes you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re a digital being?!” Cecilia snapped, her patience fraying.

“Never mind about that. We need to get to Rose!” Macauley replied.

“Huh? Why? You want to try your crazy plan now?” Cecilia said, incredulous. “Let the Eleim handle it. They probably have the technology to beat the Altair.”

“Are you so sure about that?”

Cecilia hesitated. “Maybe?”

“There’s no time to argue. We must get Rose into the Luyten V, now,” Macauley said.

Emotions warred within Cecilia, unsure if she should trust this enigmatic alien. Macauley had done nothing but evade direct answers so far. The building rumbled as it took another direct hit, the sound of rending metal screeching through the air. 

“Fine,” Cecilia bit out. “Lead the way.”

They fought against the crowd as they headed to the medical bay. Her guardian, Doctor Blaauw, called her name as they retreated through the halls, but they ignored her. Cecilia’s breath was ragged as they rushed through the med bay doors.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here!” the acting nurse said. “Head to the bunker right now.”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t,” Macauley replied. “We must get Rose to the hangar immediately.”

“Huh?” The nurse blinked, staring at the digital being on the screen in utter bafflement.

Cecilia ignored them both, trying to open the quarantine chamber holding Rose. A muttered curse escaped her lips when she found it locked. They didn’t have time for this.

“Hey, leave that alone!” the nurse cried, regaining her wits. “It’s dangerous!”

“But we have to get Rose to the Luyten V! It’s the only way to save her!” Cecilia insisted, frustrated.

“You’re talking about the plan Director Shapley proposed?” the nurse furrowed her brow.

“It was mine, actually, but yes,” Macauley replied.

“In this crisis?” the nurse said, incredulous.

“We must! Someone needs to fight the Altair!” Cecilia argued. It was wishful thinking, but she was desperate to save her friend.

Indecision wracked the nurse’s features. She saw the earnestness in Cecilia’s eyes and understood just how little chance humanity stood without the Luyten V. “I’ll contact the director.” She pulled out her phone.

“No need. I’m authorizing it,” President Okona said, startling everyone in the room.

“President Okona! You shouldn’t be here either!” the nurse said, surprised.

“I know, but the path to the bunker was just destroyed,” the president replied. “I was in the hall when I overheard your conversation. You’re a brave young lady to rush to your friend’s aid in such a crisis.”

“Well…” Cecilia blushed, lost for words.

“Macauley, you’re certain this will cure Rose of the Altair infection?” The president stared at the digital alien, his tone deadly serious.

“I am,” Macauley replied with uncharacteristic seriousness.

“That’s good enough for me. Nurse, unlock the quarantine chamber,” President Okona ordered the nurse.

“Right away, sir!” The nurse nodded, pulling out a collection of keys from her pocket.

“Now the only problem is carrying her there safely,” Petrus said. The purple growth had spread to envelop Rose’s entire middle, and left arm. It’d be too easy to touch it accidentally and get infected.

But the nurse already had an idea, rushing over to a nearby locker. “We have a hazmat suit you can use.”

“Here.” Petrus handed Cecilia his laptop before grabbing the offered suit. With the nurse’s help, he hastily slipped it on.

“Why do I have to hold this?” Cecilia said, ready to close the laptop and silence Macauley’s annoying voice.

“Because you’ll need me to start Full Synchronization Mode,” Macauley replied. Cecilia grumbled, but accepted her logic. 

They fought past people as they rushed toward their destination, cursing when they found their path blocked by debris. Part of the ceiling had caved in. Cecilia winced as the building rocked again. The fighting outside was getting more intense.

Thankfully, she knew the LUVOLT base like the back of her hand and took another path through the mess hall. Late-night meals sat on tables, abandoned in people’s rush to safety.

“Found you,” Sandage said, catching up to them. “You need to evacuate with the others.”

“What’s going on outside?” Petrus asked, wheezing for breath.

“The army is holding off two Altair while the Eleim get ready,” Sandage replied.

“Wait, two Altair?” Cecilia said, alarmed.

“Three, actually,” Sandage corrected grimly. “The third is attacking the Eleim ship.”

“What?!”

“That’s what the prince told me. The Eleim space cars are keeping the Altair busy until reinforcements arrive,” Sandage explained. “Their lasers are inflicting some damage, but it’s mostly just annoying them. But that doesn’t matter. I’m not even going to ask why Petrus is carrying Rose. We needed to get to the research lab. It’s the sturdiest place in the building.”

“Never mind about that,” Cecilia interjected. “We’re doing Macauley’s plan! The president told us to.”

“Okay.” Much to Cecilia’s astonishment, the LUVOLT agent accepted this absurd statement at face value. “This way.”

“What’s this about a plan?” Prince Imrele appeared from around a corner, flanked by his retinue of three guards. “Isn’t that Rose? Shouldn’t she be in quarantine?”

“Prince Imrele! You shouldn’t be here!” Sandage said. “You should be in the bunker!”

“We planned to, but the roof exploded. It’s buried under rubble. I figured it’d be best to stay with you until my forces defeat the Altair.” While fraught with tension, he seemed convinced his people would prevail against the Altair attackers.

“Stay close, then. There’s no time to explain.” After running past another corridor, Sandage threw open the hangar’s door and guided them inside. With deft fingers, he operated the controls to unlock the restraints holding the Luyten V in place for routine maintenance. They began to unclamp the robot’s limbs, but the process would take time.

“This is the Luyten V?” Prince Imrele said, impressed.

“Open up, you bucket of bolts!” Cecilia yelled, rushing over to the giant robot.

“Not so fast!” Petrus said, huffing as he joined her. Rose bounced on his back as he ran. “I’m not so young anymore!”

But Luyten V refused to acknowledge them, staying put. Despite the sounds of battle outside, the robot seemed completely uninterested. Cecilia gestured wildly at Rose, but still got no response.

“It’s the coma,” Macauley said. “With her brainwaves so faint, Luyten V can’t detect them.”

“Now what?” Cecilia glared at the figure within the computer screen.

“This is a pickle,” Macauley said, stroking her chin. “Honestly, I didn’t think we’d get this far.”

“What?!” Cecilia said, outraged. 

“We might be able to assist here,” Prince Imrele said. “Deklu?”

“I’m on it.” One of the guards pulled out a piece of tech from his pack. “Can you connect to its systems from the outside?”

“Yes, for basic maintenance and system testing, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” Sandage replied. “Luyten V doesn’t like it when people mess with its system.”

Cecilia had to agree. In her opinion, the temperamental robot only tolerated other people doing basic maintenance on it for Rose’s sake. 

“It shouldn’t be an issue,” Deklu replied, attaching a wire to a port on Luyten V’s leg that Sandage indicated.

“Won’t there be wetware issues?” Petrus adjusted his glasses. “This is alien tech we’re talking about here.”

The tech turned smug. “This program can connect to any operating system. And this robot’s OS is hundreds of years out of date. Cracking it will be simple.”

“Sure.” But Cecilia didn’t appreciate the attitude. They couldn’t help that humanity was still primitive.

“I’m in. That was easier than I expected,” Deklu said, not hiding his evident satisfaction. “Let’s see. Hello?” Behind his armored mask, the Eleim was clearly furrowing his brow. “Odd. I’ve never seen an operating system like this before. Whatever. Found it. Opening the hatch now.”

They waited with bated breath, but moments passed and nothing happened.

“Tech Deklu?” Prince Imrele asked.

“I… Let me try again.” The tech grunted in frustration as he got the same result. “Why isn’t it listening? There’s no security protecting this feature. Fine. I’ll just take control of its higher functions.”

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Cecilia said, tensing up.

“Let’s try waking up Rose instead.” Sandage said. “Do you have any stimulants? It’s not ideal, but time is short.”

“No, I got this!” Deklu said, furiously tapping at his keyboard. It was like a human one, but used alien symbols Cecilia couldn’t begin to decipher. “Got it! Now open, you stupid thing.”

Cecilia tensed as Luyten V turning to face them, eyes glowing crimson. Its usually fearsome features became even more terrible as it glared them down. Metal screeched as it tore free of its restraints.

“That’s one way, I suppose,” Sandage said dryly.

“What the? It’s not listening to me!” Deklu yelle in borderline panic.

They all backed away as Luyten V stood to its full height, glaring balefully down at them. It seemed to say they weren’t welcome. Cecilia shrieked in terror as the giant metal fist flew at them, eager to crush the annoying interlopers.

[eathandhax]

Linast (left) and Phosa (right)!

🎭🌠 Entry Accepted! 🌠🎭

[krtart]

[Image description: A traditional pen illustration of Phosa and Linast attempting to cook something with eggs and flour. Phosa sits cross-legged on the counter, frowning down at a cook book; Linast leans over and gives the cookbook an equally skeptical look, flour trailing from one hand. End ID.]

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Side note: The fun thing with Phosa and Linast’s manifestations is that they... can’t really get dirty? They’re basically telekinesis with a lightshow attached, so there aren’t any of the normal forces that make things stick to actual physical objects. And even if there were, all they’d have to do is de-manifest and make a fresh manifestation.

Similarly with the core — while it is a physical object, unlike their manifestations, Linast can always phase or teleport it to clean it.

@quoth143 : I don’t know who’s letting these two cook for them unsupervised, but it’s probably not gonna end well. Thanks for the prompt!

Linast with his sibling/counterpart, Phosa.

Send me my OCs and a number! (Or your OCs, or fandom characters; check the tags. ^_^)

[mabriga]

DELEGATES FROM 39 AFRICAN COUNTRIES ATTEND THE ANNUAL SPECIAL OLYMPICS LEADERSHIP CONFERENCE IN ADDIS ABABA

 DR MATHEWS PHOSA, SPECIAL OLYMPICS SA CHAIRPERSON OF HONOURED AT EVENT For the first time since the pandemic, the annual Africa Leadership Conference is taking place in person at the Ethiopian Airways Skylight Hotel in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Over 100 delegates from 39 African program countries are attending three days of sessions. This year marks the 19th Special Olympics Africa Leadership…

[ausp-ice]

AF2021-37: Card Games

Attack on @grumpyoldsnake , part of our revenge chain! From left to right we have Phosa and Linast (Gossy's), and then Seillein and Maelei (mine).

Seil and Lein wanted to try playing separately. Whether that is going well is questionable.

Revenge Chain:

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[5mind]

💫 - They literally just met but Phosa is already getting Invested slsjddhfh

Send 💫 if your muse wants to get to know mine better.

(( OH likewise tbh, although so far it's more that Fives has no idea what is up with Phosa which just makes them curiouser abt her haha

[luxadaisical]

🏳️‍🌈?

Send 🏳️‍🌈 for a pride month related thing of my muses and/or yours!

Okay, okay! This is fun, and I couldn't not do it after our conversation!

I made a statement, and now it's a reality! Enjoy this thing I've made!

[elk-and-thearchivist]

"We see things that are... completely different, sometimes. Worlds and universes in which existences are starkly different, yet same in curious ways. We enjoy rendering them visually, giving a concreteness to the experience. The image will fade, eventually, yes, but the memory shall remain."

Request for @justashadetalkative , in which Elk and Wiki show Linast and Phosa a favorite pasttime of theirs! They like using void to draw things, often based on impressions they get from alternate universes.