#Phosa

[justashadetalkative]

The kiddos! Snagged from @hearthtales

(Picrew link)

[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.

[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. ^_^)

[thebirdandhersong]

one of these days I'm going to have to make a "songs I fell in love with because @madamescarlette had it on her playlists/mentioned it/loves it too" playlist because the list is growing!

[eathandhax]

Linast on the left, Phosa on the right! A bit rough, but should get the idea across.

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[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]

Phosa froze after making the connection, waiting to be certain nothing had gone wrong.

She relaxed as the bot nodded. She decided that the beeps seemed more expressive than anything; her brief worry that they were alarm tones faded. “Good. I’m glad.”

Phosa stepped back, walking over to pick up the fallen torso plate. 

“I mean... not often. I’m not a mechanic or anything,” she admitted, studying both the plate and the place on the bot from which it had fallen. She couldn’t do much about the scrapes, but she spread her light across the plate, braced and heated it at carefully selected points, and pressed. The warped metal bent back into shape with a creak.

“But I like puzzles. And I have first aid training, they make us review every few months—ah, also for bots, I mean. I know how to splice a wire, and what can make things overheat—or arc—” here Phosa flickered a bit with discomfort, glad she’d never yet had to deal with the latter, “the basic ideas of how a servo works... Stuff like that. This isn’t the first time it’s been useful.”

"I guess...the others can handle clean up without me." Yellow Three whined out a withering and prolonged bleeeeep. And then a less withering and more surprised 'bleep!!!' as something audibly clicked into place. He couldn't feel it, not in a conventional way, but he could very well hear it.

The yellow robot nodded at Phosa's inquiry. "Internal systems are stable. No signs of overheating." Or at least his temperature sensors weren't picking up anything.

"I hope you know what you're doing..." Not to be ungrateful but the AI was very aware that this was a total stranger here - and an unidentifiable being, no less - that was trying to fix their unit up.

Not to mention something about this stranger struck them as someone who was still relatively young.

"Do you work with machinery often?"

[justashadetalkative]

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I look into the waters and see a face I don’t recognize:

Who’s this?

(Who’re you?)

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[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 !

[madamescarlette]

Yet again, another media I enjoyed this past month of March list because I can and you will suffer me >:D

Books

Blue Nights by Joan Didion (surprisingly stunningly lovely and very much something I needed this past month)

The Werewolf of Whitechapel by Suzannah Rowntree (a delightful romp my only qualm is it feels like it ends so soon! but truly that is a me problem because I gulped it down too fast. Truly I love when I can tell the author cares for the time period dearly and also all the female characters made my heart swell!!)

The Other Bennet Sister by Janice Hadlow (I was very surprised by how much this book touched me even as it frustrated me because it's inherently about someone perpetually made to be distrustful of other people and me who is always trying to believe in people is sobbing on the other side of the line begging her to look up! but by far the most loving and polished Austen-like that I've ever read and much, much more gentle to me than I ever could've anticipated. I've kept the library copy on my nightstand for the past week so I can gently touch its cover every now and then and take strength from it which is a dear honor in my life teehee!)

Deathmark by Kate Stradling (the second act is WONDERFUL and actually it surprised me so much that I had to stop reading for a little while because I was crying too much. The ending wraps up a little at a breakneck speed but I will simply read anything she writes so I don't mind, plus anything that spawns a Blue Castle reread for me is well worth it in my mind <3)

Code Girls by Liza Mundy (reading this involved a lot more of the cogs of my brain having to whirl about than I realized going in but quite engrossing indeed)

The Collected Poems of Wendell Berry by Wendell Berry (I just think his poems are about joy and that means a great deal to me)

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin (I need to write up a full review for this at least for my GR account but this was my first read since I was a child and yet all of it was so tinged with an ache of familiarity to me that I know I've carried it with me my entire life and it has never stopped reverberating with me. Vetch my beloved always!!)

Media (to steal from Songbird)

Lockwood and Co. (there's a reason why there's a mass hysteria going on over it rn)

Touch Your Heart (truly it touched me (ha) so much more deeply than I ever would have thought even though it's still fluffy and light and yet I'm so grateful)

Belle (2021) (okay this film is BONKERS but I love the quiet and stillness of the real life sections and also the scene of the three kids in the train station made me CRY LAUGH alone in my room plus I love the vividness of the virtual world and the flashback of her mom made me have to walk away from it for a few days because I sobbed too much so!!! Take from that what you will.)

Castle in the Sky (much more abruptly beautiful and somehow perfectly bittersweet than I recalled and I still adore the sky pirates)

Songs

Easy - Daisy the Great (the simplicity and seriousness of it very much to me)

Past Love - Kimbra

Bye Bye Baby - Taylor Swift (I don't truly know why I come back to this song every year but it matters deeply to me and says something that I can't quite comprehend myself)

Let's Get Married - Bleachers (the bridge-est of bridges I'll never be the same)

The Neighborhood - Grave Enger (there's something about how she sings "I'm gonna miss the sun rising in your eyes" that makes me melt into a puddle on the floor)

Apt. 4 - Vacation Manor

All I Wanted - Paramore

Fake Out - Fall Out Boy (listen to Lu y'all it is sooo much)

Sweet Time - Porter Robinson (a song that makes me glad to be alive what can I say!)

Tighinn Air A'mhuir Am Fear A Phosas Mi - Capercaillie (an extreme throwback because I was listening to them again on a lark but I looove the softness of it so much)

[justashadetalkative]

In the absence of easy explanations, Phosa is forced to reassess. And to clarify.

“I mean I don’t… recognize it. But. Uh. I guess – that doesn’t mean I know that it isn’t… I mean it’s definitely not mine, but it might be, uh...” Her fault? Her responsibility? Her circus, at least? 

She stalls out on the explanation and stares at the horse, her expression not much different from Thursday’s; awkward and uncertain, mouth pressed to a thin line and eyes a bit wide. It’s still minding its own business and continues to look thoroughly out of place. 

Phosa tries to convince herself that this isn’t the sort of thing that might happen specifically because of the Spire’s influence. She doesn’t entirely succeed. About all she can think of with any confidence is that the Spire usually prefers to mess with either cats or sapient beings, and this horse doesn’t seem to fit that pattern.

(Unless… is the horse sapient?)

All of which is more than enough waffling, in Phosa’s opinion, especially since Thursday seems to be looking to her for answers. “It can’t stay here forever,” she decides. “Right? So. Yeah. Might as well try to move it now.”

She steps forward and tries to get the horse’s attention.

( @justashadetalkative - Continued from here!)

Funny enough, meeting an elemental being is not a surprise at all to Thursday. Having lived in the Office for as long as she has, and with the Office being the Office and pulling in all kinds of folks from all kinds of dimensions from all over the multiverse, she's seen and met all kinds of beings. This folk and her attributes does not elicit even an iota of surprise from the Office inhabitant.

What does elicit surprise is the horse. Standing there. Nosing around at a stack of folders. And what's even more concerning is the fact that the horse doesn't appear to belong to this new visitor either.

"Oh," says Thursday, blinking in even more surprise. "You mean it's not yours? Well! Things just got a whole lot more interesting! Ahahaha. We have a stray horse loose in the Office! Shoot, we've never had a horse loose in here before. This is weird. Suppose we ought to... feed it? Usher it to somewhere... more appropriate for horses?"

She kind of presses her lips together and gives the other a slightly awkward look like, please tell me you know how to handle horses because I sure as shit do not.

[hearthtales]

༄ @justashadetalkative , continued from ✧

Megan watched as Phosa drew. Curiosity brimmed beneath her silence, but she stayed as still and quiet as she could, not wanting to distract the other from whatever thoughts or feelings guided her hand.

Yellow and red and orange. Jagged lines, wandering lines. When the paper burned beneath Phosa’s finger, Megan’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle a breath of surprise. More burnt lines followed. Thin wisps of smoke rose into the air with them, and the smell of ash mingled with the saltwater breeze.

Phosa stopped.

Megan stared at the scorch-marked paper, fumbling for words of her own. “Does it hurt?” she broke the silence at last, not fully understanding what she even meant by the question. She shifted where she sat on the grass, her brow furrowed as she tried to clarify. “The burnt parts, I mean.” Something ached in the back of her mind when she looked at them.

[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…

[heylinhenchman]

Phosa told him to rest, but, look. This is important.

Linast sidles up to Jack, making sure to walk audibly this time even as he keeps an eye on his sibling to make sure that she's distracted. "Hi! Ah -- you can tell me to leave if you wanted to be alone, but. I really like your butterfly and earring."

(Linast, from Eath's spring ball!)

It surprised him that someone actually would approach him, but he guessed he wasn't dressed as defensive as his usual attire. Brow furrowing, the genius gently touched his dangling earring and gave a cautious smile, " Thanks. I made them myself. I uh, your outfits are cool. It definitely got one of my votes. " He can't help but stare a bit, now that they were up close.

[justashadetalkative]

“I… maybe?” Phosa took the supplies with an uncertain air. She didn’t often draw. Still…

It took her a few tries to settle on colors, starting out with a plain black pencil and straight strokes before eventually switching to warmer hues and jagged, wandering lines. Once she’d found something that felt right, she flipped to a fresh page and drew a final version.

Phosa stared at it. It felt… the center was wrong. Gently tearing out the page, she pressed her thumb to the drawing and let her light burn closer to its full spectrum until the paper charred through.

That looked right. But the act itself had been unexpectedly satisfying, and Phosa found that she didn’t want to stop. She pinched out several thin lines, the paper vaporizing into smoke and ash, before making herself set the drawing down. It didn’t quite look right anymore, and what she really wanted to do was to keep going until there was nothing left… which didn’t feel like what Megan had asked for.

(For the first time, she thought she might understand why Linast had such a hard time keeping himself from scratching things.)

Once again, Phosa stared down at the drawing; gestured towards it, a little helplessly, and shook her head. She still couldn’t pull any words to mind.

"I... I can't explain. I don't have the words." (Phosa to Maude or Megan?)

mothtown starters

“Could you draw it, maybe?” Megan hesitated only a moment before she flipped her big sketchbook to a blank page and pushed it across the grass toward the other, followed by a box of colored pencils. “Here. You can use more than one page if you want.”

[eathandhax]

Linast (left) and Phosa (right)!

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