#Picture moderation

[wundersmith-squall]

Looking out at the Republic powered by his own ability, yet still yearning for somewhere else.

[desnaa]

Had a great time moderating the Mass Effect reunion panel I organized with @ladytoxie and Tali's VA (Ash Sroka). The cast is such an amazing and fun group of people to interact with, and it was just a very special experience for everyone to be together and talk about a game series we all love so much with some of its characters. As this is the first panel I have moderated EVER, I have also been so moved by the amount of people who have told me they had a wonderful time, including the actors.

Guests from left to right are Courtenay Taylor (Jack), William Salyers (Mordin), me lol, LT, Keythe Farley (Thane), Kimberly Brooks (Ashley but also Jasper yas), Ash Sroka (Tali), and a friend of ours who is cosplaying EDI.

A full video of it will be posted soon!

Photos are also by @catiecat_art on Instagram!

[queen-scribbles]

She returned to link her arm through Red’s once more. “Shall we, Headmaster?” “We shall, Miss Shrike,” Red answered with one of his dazzling smiles, and they headed out the door. God help her.

HEY Y'ALL LOOK WHAT I GOT!! 😍 Ryn and Red all dolled up for the gala from my @shepherds-of-haven 20's AU, courtesy of the amazing and wonderful @twiddletaffy!!!

LOOK AT THEM. BASK IN THEIR GORGEOUSNESS. While I go scream into a pillow and stare at it for five hours.

[lettersregardingjeeves]

Jeeves Takes Charge - The Unused Images

Halloa! Well, the whole first story is out, with all its good fun and illustrations from the Strand. So I figured I ought to show you the illustrations I chose not to use, and - for those interested in my inane commentary - tell you the reason why! They're from the American edition published in the Saturday Evening Post, drawn by Henry Raleigh. Let's have a look!

https://www.madameulalie.org/sep/Jeeves_Takes_Charge.html (need image descriptions)

Now, here's where we get to why I didn't include them. The style is certainly lovely, and the Florence depicted here certainly has a nice enough profile to fit the bill. But is that man on the right meant to be Bertie?? He's much too old! The story, which takes place six years in the past from Bertie's telling of it, says that Bertie had been ratted out by Edwin, Florence's little brother, for smoking Lord Worplesdon's "special cigars" when he was fifteen, and that the event had taken place nine years after that incident of tattling. As such, though most characters are not given canonical ages in the Jeeves series, in "Jeeves Takes Charge" Bertie is provably 24 years old (and thus 30 years old when jotting down his telling of it). And while certainly people aged more quickly in the past, I have trouble imagining a 24 year old would look quite so old as this!

The dog is excellent, however. As far as I can tell, there is absolutely no suggestion of a dog even existing in this story. Mr. Raleigh clearly just wanted to draw a really long dog, and by God I do not fault him for it.

Bertie, that knight is not hiding you at all whatsoever.

I actually prefer this Edwin to the Strand version, however. What a jaunty lad.

And I will say, I adore this Jeeves. Look at his nose! His calm, self-satisfied expression! Honestly both illustrators did such a fun job with their respective Jeeveses in this final scene.

Anyway, that's all! Thanks for listening!

[dittolicous]

i dont get hpw people can make jokes about biden being shitty right now, when its nearly guaranteed that its either him or trump who will be president.... and trump becomimg president again is just.... horrifying? like legitimately really fucking scary????? im terrified thinking about biden not doing well, not because i like biden (i do not) but because the other option is basically. a nuclear bomb.

its all fun and games until we have no one who can get enough votes or power to go up against trumps corruption. and im so fucking afraid of how we'll joke ourselves right into our graves

[ask-chubby-hamilton]

// photo dump :3

[didhewinkback]

that selfie w his mom bringing the dash back to life in ways we havent seen in months what a time 2 be alive

[alchemistc]

The sky was doing So Much this evening.

[welcometogrouchland]

I think that Donna Troy and Garth/Tempest should have their kids restored to main continuity (maybe at the age they were last seen pre-52 bc I know they??? Died?????) both bc it'd be nice for those two to get closure/second chances at parenthood but ALSO

Because I think it'd be funny if Dick Grayson. "chronic over achiever used to being labeled the defacto Most Adult of all his teen associates" was in his late 20s surrounded by friends who are all (mostly) either married or separated with kids (some of whom are teenagers due to time shenanigans) meanwhile he's got like. A dog

[cloudbattrolls]

Right Now You're Mine

Ullane Wistim | Mobile Wellspring Clinic | Present Night

TW: Brief mention of vaccines being administered, a non-consensual kiss, non-consensual surgery & brain modification.

“There you go.” The artifice said in a soothing tone to a young patient, one getting some shots for the first time. 

The child - maybe five sweeps old - kicked their feet nervously as they sat on the medical table while Ullane finished administering the vaccines. 

It was late in the night, and this was the last patient of the evening; the sun’s light would soon start to peek into the sky, though it wouldn’t rise for some time.

Arty had suggested asking Chimer for some funding in exchange for taking on a few projects for her and Ullane had to admit, it was working out well so far. They’d been able to afford more things like tetanus and rabies shots for lowbloods who would likely never have access to such things otherwise.

She finished putting the band-aid on the slightly sniffling young redblood’s upper arm, and nodded encouragingly. Arty did as well.

They hopped off the table and left, their extra-large sandpiper lusus fluttering after them. The clinic was empty except for the pair of them now, and Ullane locked the door behind her fellow lowblood.

She narrowed her currently yellow-disguised eyes at her assistant, who blinked back at her indifferently with its teal ones.

“Do you need anything else?” It asked her politely.

Too polite. It hadn’t smirked or laughed or done any of its inexplicable whimsical behaviors in a few nights now, nor made any non-troll vocalizations.

Something was wrong. 

“Why have you modified your behavior?” She asked bluntly.

“I was tired of being emotional.” It answered placidly. “So I erased them.”

“Too bad.” She retorted. “Put them back now.”

“No.”

“That’s an order.” The yellowblood tightly, glaring at it as her ears flicked in irritation.

It blinked. “You don’t have permissions for that modification.” It said in a pleasant tone.

Its smile lacked any of its usual eeriness. A peaceful, empty expression.

Ullane gave it a morbid one of her own in return.

“Manual it is then.”

Ullane tackled it to the clinic’s hard gray floor, strengthening her muscles with her psiionics. Luckily this was one of its fairly organic bodies, as it to be to keep up appearances among the troll patients - not quite as fast or strong as its more technological ones with lightning reflexes.

Not that the artifice made it easy regardless - it writhed hard, yet aimed no blows at her, not wanting to hurt the medic. 

Exactly as she’d suspected.

She covered her hands with bone claws, hard and layered, strong enough to tear through her assistant’s synthetic flesh and blood to the blades within on its face and neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” It said, tone still pleasant as she gouged deep into its flesh. It had stopped writhing, but she knew it wasn’t done resisting her; it never gave up so easily.

“Really, Mal, what are you trying to accomplish?” It added calmly as imitation teal blood pooled on the floor and its skin hung in tatters. 

“I’m stable this way. I’m behaving like a regular construct, courteous and hardworking. What could you possibly have a problem with?”

“It doesn’t get to be this easy for you.” She grunted, putting her hands to the blades gleaming with drops of blood and the moisture of the flesh she’d recently torn through.

“Oh, it’s about jealousy. I’m afraid I cannot assist you with that. I advise seeking counseling.”

She laughed sharply as she revealed more blades, and grasped at them eagerly with her bone-covered hands like they were something precious.

“Is about Glas too. Selfish creature, you think nothing of them? They’ll be hurt by this.”

“They have many friends. I am more of an entertainment anyway. The loss will be minimal.”

She laughed again, almost cruelly.

“You wish it were so easy. It’s never easy! They keep caring! They won’t let you go!”

The Maledict’s eyes flared a glowing red-pink, and the blades in her hands began to change to flesh -

Then Arty kicked her clean across the room, hard enough that she rammed hard into the wall and gasped for air, sure her whole side was bruised. She’d been lucky to escape a cracked or broken horn, or a sprained ankle.

“Psiionic violation of autonomy registered. Please cease your attempts to alter me, or further retaliation will be forthcoming.” It chirped.

“Question.” She panted as she dissolved the bone, letting the collagen-filled liquid drip to the floor. “You have courtesy protocols.”

“Courtesy protocols in active service.” It confirmed.

“Are autonomy violations prioritized over courtesy?”

“Yes.” It confirmed.

Damn, she thought. It made sense, but still.

Then an idea occurred to her. 

“How do you enact courtesy requirements if a troll attempts to violate them?”

“Encouragement to cease. Violence is only permissible if a certain level of violation is achieved.”

Ullane’s eyes glowed with psi and calculations, her mouth set in a grim and angry line.

“I’ll take those chances.” She said softly, and with a wince and curse picked herself up and threw herself at the artifice, which had begun trying to repair the holes she’d torn in it.

This time, she didn’t try to tackle it or keep it down - instead she dragged it up with her, gripping its t-shirt.

She wrapped one arm around its middle and one around its neck as they both stood up together in a struggling duet.

Then Ullane kissed it - with a lot of teeth and very little lip - on the mouth.

It froze, and she wrestled it down onto the operating table as an automatic request to stop came from the artifice - though its eyes were empty of feeling, its face still lacking expression.

She detached herself from it and it sat up. She shoved it down again and quickly strapped one arm down - with restraints designed to hold down fuchsias. 

It writhed, saying this was not its intended use, but the medic ignored its words and her own aches to keep it pinned down and fasten the other straps.

The Maledict panted as she finished, sweat running down her face and limbs, tail limp from her efforts.

It lay on the table, each limb restrained, still and indifferent as any other piece of machinery.

“Fully manual, then.” She said with a bloodstained mustard grin, eyes still reddish pink.

She’d bitten her tongue during her struggles with it, but she was going to enjoy what happened next.

“Attempts to reconfigure my coding will be retaliated against.” It warned her in flat tones.

“Just need to fix your body.” She said, taking out surgical instruments and putting a medical mask on so she could delve back into the wounds she’d already made.

“Attempts to destroy my internal - ”

Then, setting her tools aside, Ullane grasped the blades in its neck with her bare hands again, bleeding in dark highlighter yellow tones, gloriously bleeding as she stroked them almost lovingly and Arty fell silent.

“No.” She whispered, then used her psiionics on her dripping blood to grow flesh from it over the blades, flesh to join with the metallic cells that were the construct’s most basic unit.

She did not alter the thing itself. But now she was growing into it, binding them together on a biological level, creating a new substance that still remained part of the artifice’s body.

Then she turned it into a virus, released her power from it, and set it loose in the creature’s insides.

The Maledict watched her creation convert gleaming tech to complex biological matter, working its way up to the artifice’s brain, as she sealed her wounds with her power and waited.

Ancestral spirits, she ached, and her hands would be sore even after healing them. 

Yet it would be worth it.

The artifice shuddered and twitched, its body reacting while its face was still expressionless, until -

Feeling sprung back into its eyes as its entire self was overwritten by her virus - its body unable to reject something partially made of its own being.

“Ohhhhh, Mal…” It groaned, now knitting its wounds back together as it lay there, including the fang marks around its mouth. Its teal eyes found her face as it shook its head.

“You’re a terrible kisser.”

“Wasn’t trying to do a good job.” She deadpanned.

“I’d rather have Glas again.”

She scowled.

“You won’t.” She accused, voice slightly threatening.

“I won’t. I just want it on record.”

“Anyway.” She said, brushing past that. “You have to feel. No getting out of it.”

“You know I have other bodies, right? You can’t win this; I’ll develop a resistance and reconfigure myself.”

The medic grinned savagely.

“I’m the Maledict. Try it.”

“I’m the Guardian Artifice. I will.” It said, bored and unimpressed as its ears flicked.

She took out her phone.

“Texting Glas and saying you tried to not love them. They’ll be so sad.”

“Hey!” It protested, sitting up and swiping at the device.

The medic dodged its grabs with a wince, then smirked.

She knew she’d only won a battle and not the war. She knew this would be a difficult victory.

But it didn’t get an easy way out when she didn’t either, and neither of them got to abandon Glasya, or anyone else who cared for either of them. 

No matter how tempting it could be.

[yermes]

After two hours of sleep and a mental break down pick a card and reveal how you can grow in a magic space. 🌻

Pick a meme

1: The Universe 🫐

Represents Yesod to Malkuth, the completion of the great work, if the fool is the beginning this is the end.

You as an individual found your truth so to speak. Theres always room for improvement but your technique is stable. You have as much of an understanding as ever for what you do and how you do it. The one thing is when you have all this vastness ahead of you it can cause somewhat of a depression. However, the end gives birth to the beginning and with the end of whatever you got going on its setting you up for newer paths. Take your wisdom, knowledge, and experience and go off on another adventure! Grow by simply growing more. You are doing amazing but never settle theres always more to learn even after you think you mastered one aspect.

2: Knight of Cups 🫖

Represents 21° Aquarius to 20° Pisces, represents Chokmah, is called “The fire in the waters of Briah”

Deciding you need help is a great step. A big part of this card is the sexual, holy, escapist imagery. I know its a lot but thats okay, if you don’t like a lot go find less. At this point you seem unstable, at times its like you don’t know WHAT to believe with so many conflicting sources and at times bad guides. This card represents trying to reach medium out of every extreme and you may just need to sit back, ask for help, clear your head and get a little boost to that holy grail queen. For growth I would talk! Bounce ideas around, maybe ask for help. The world is your oyster yeah things can be scary and confusing and extreme but you can make this experience all your own and reach the grail your own way.

3: Pleasure 🍷

Represents six of cups, Tiphareth, Sun in Scorpio

You are not all the way full with your personal Journey you still have a ways to go. However, you reached a certain level of success and while enjoying the fruits of your labor is amazing be careful at becoming that guy.. like you pop up in the chat and everyone leaves because you decided its your life and they’re just living it. Be happy with your growth and progress but do not become vain, realize everyone is on a personal journey and you are not always right. The more you learn the more you realize we know nothing. Take time to think before you speak and act! But keep growing you are flourishing!

End.

I just want to add this to the end because I wanted to say I wasted a lot of time in magic or occult spaces. I wasted my time arguing and starting fight but while the community definitely has draw backs its also a great resource! Instead of attacking off the bat I slowly research and see if I can understand their point of view but also stay at arms length to keep my energy relatively safe. Im a tired bitch. I kinda came back to be more social in these spaces when I realized that when in moderation and being safe they can have so many studying benefits and I don’t have to conform to a space to be a magician or to be who I am as a whole. I also saw some bullshit on tiktok pop up and instead of losing my mind over it I researched it found where they may have misunderstood and moved on. Thats character development.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

me, reading more of Humanity, a Phineas and Ferb dystopian AU recently: hmm, little redheaded boy who has endured Horrors, hiding from and fighting a corrupt government with help from a fierce(ly loyal) hybrid creature? sounds familiar....

AU Phineas and my OC Oliver from The SOS Chronicles! I think they would get along great. 💜 Oliver would 100% be down for helping Phineas escape an oppressive regime, even though he has 99 of his own problems.

"It's going to be okay." "What is?" "Everything. Not all at once and not right away, but it will be." "How do you know?" "Because I was a slave and I escaped, and you're brave enough and smart enough to escape too."

Meanwhile, while the boys are having a heart to heart...

... Perry and Silvie are a little less sure about each other. Don't worry, they'll be friends as soon as Silvie realizes Perry is as committed to keeping Phineas safe as she is to protecting her friends.

"Are you very brave and fierce too?" "Krrrrr." "And you keep your weak boy safe?" "KrrrrRRRrrrr!" "... Okay. We can be friends. I am Silvie." "Krrrrr." "I think I am supposed to say nice to meet you now, so it is nice to meet you." "Krrrrrrrrr. 👍"

But wait I hear (absolutely no one) asking, where's the rest of the SOS gang? Where are Silas and Cassie? Well...

They got separated from their friends, crawled through some vents, saw one of AU Doof's machines blow up in his face, and he was so upset that Cassie felt bad for him and crawled out of the vents (with Silas trying to stop her) to find out what went wrong with the machine.

"Look, there's two wires on the main circuit board that were swapped, that's why the machine blew up. It wasn't your fault, it was just an accident." "Th-thank you? But you still haven't told me how you got here?" "Through the vents! :D" "Cassie!" "No, I mean... children are illegal. How did you get here?" ".... you hear that Silas? We're criminals on two worlds now! :D" "That's not something to be excited about, Cassie! And what do you mean "children are illegal"?!"

Not pictured: Almitak having a mental breakdown in a corner of Oliver's mind because "NOW THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!"

I'm overall pleased with how these came out! Sideways people are a struggle for me, so having almost ALL of them be like that was, uh, a challenge. But I think for the most part they turned out well. I'm happy with all the expressions except Silvie's, which just confounded me, but Silvie's just a hard character to draw in general, so there's that. Also Silas' face isn't quite right but I couldn't figure out how to fix it (he's also too short shhh). On the plus side Oliver looks extremely empathetic and I LOVE Phineas' expression Idk how I did them so well. Also Cassie just looks tiny and adorable.

[grimmjow]

the way tiktok has literally been unusable for the last week cause all it wanted to do was show me ppl talking about one direction / liam payne n why they think he shouldnt even be alive...... im not even opening that damn app i just know its gonna be on some absolute bullshit 💀

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

if nothing else, having to rewrite the notes will be good practice for the material so you know it better😭

True! :') Having to go through it after hearing it a few hours earlier should help... god knows i wouldn't go through it until the weekend otherwise, lol.

The teacher's very strict about testing us during the next lesson too, so i guess it's actually lucky i have to do it

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Also, today: For the first time, our girl moderated a panel discussion 🥹❤️🫶