#rhoda westing

[neathbound-fiends]

OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Was tagged by @letters-of-fire

Doing this a little different just because I wanna do all of the adults because I'm indecisive and don't wanna pick just one (so this'll be five different posts)

Rhoda Westing | the Mycological Milliner

Age: early to mid 30s

Gender: woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Occupation: milliner and supplier of poisons

Propaganda for:

+Fashionable, affluent, and well connected among high society

+Knows how to use her influence well, and can get you into a lot of places

+Has a lot of knowledge and appreciation for mushrooms and their many uses

Propaganda against:

+She absolutely will not acknowledge you in public whatsoever

+You WILL have to deal with Palace associations and the fact that she is frequently there

+The Constables occasionally pull her in for questioning under suspicion for poisonings

[neathbound-fiends]

Elliott is not a man built for the cold. He's skinny, it makes his joint pain worse, he gets so lethargic and ouchie and needs to be bundled up and held close to warm him up. He tries to avoid being out in it, but he can only do so much to actually do that. He has to work, he has errands to run, etc. Most of what you see of him during the winter is things he absolutely can't put off, and you'll find him pitiful and sick as a dog

Warren is not a fan of the cold, nor is Arthur. She doesn't like when things gets icy or when it's snowy or cold out, and she also doesn't like being bundled up like would be required to actually stay warm and cozy. Arthur is a cat and does not want any clothes and likes to stay cozy and lay down by the fire

Florence is indifferent to the cold. She'll just steal something warm from clients and be dripped tf out in whatever nice coats they had, and then she's on the move. Best way to brave a cold day is to warm it up with someone else

The Surgeon hates the cold. He will bundle up and avoids any extracurricular activities he can get away with. (my personal headcanon is that devils want to hibernate in the winter, and the Embassy is host to a lot of events that gather them all together for parties or to snuggle)

Bolormaa couldn't care less about the cold. The Zee is frigid in some spots, who gives a shit. Throw on the deel and maybe another layer or two depending on how nasty it is, but he's pretty indifferent to it. He's definitely a brave the weather sort of woman

Rhoda is not a fan of the cold, but she believes in practicality. She will brave the weather, because it's what she must, but not because she likes it or wants to

Convo on discord made me think; how well does your fallen london OC react to the cold? Do they bundle up or try to brave it?

[comicsart3]

Rhoda Trail (possibly another “geddit?”) was a short lived Western gal character in a short lived Western title, Billy West. What makes her intriguing and it rather sad she had no more than half a dozen adventures, was that she was not a female rancher, a woman sheriff or a sharpshooter, but was a newspaper proprietor, running the Sundog Sentinel in a frontier town of Sundog. This usually got Rhoda mixed up in helping the useless sheriff to tackle various crooks and owlhoots, but she also carried a torch for local lunkhead Slim Akers, who seemed incapable of noticing the newspaper woman’s considerable charms.

In the page above Rhoda succeeds in capturing the crooked town mayor, Ross Coe, with the help of a bad tempered scorpion. The relentless Rhoda extracts a confession from the poisoned Coe before escorting him back to town as her prisoner for medical treatment and a berth in the town’s newly built jail. Rhoda demonstrates pluck, intelligence, determination and proto feminism (apart from her inexplicable hankering after the dim witted Slim) in equal measure in her stories and it is a shame she wasn’t given a longer run.

The above page is from a Rhoda Trail story called A Blast of Dynamite!, which appeared in Billy West #6 (May 1950).

Source: comicbookplus

[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 20: What a day that was

I was right.

Dragons are people, and as people we can interpret our instincts and decide how we follow them. I do think other animals can do this too, and often do, but we are too removed from them to see it most of the time. We can’t interview them.

Whitman was, after all, able to communicate through gesture and writing in the playground sand.

His feet are too clumsy to use a tablet or oversized keyboard.

His name is Joel, actually. He wrote that in the sand.

We had to ask him a lot of yes and no questions, with him elaborating with glyphs and words occasionally, but we did interview him.

He’d attacked me originally because he was desperate and scared, and thought it was the thing he was supposed to do to secure his territory. Which he perceived me to be in, or too close to.

He’s been living on the streets for several years, and was pushed into the woods of the southern foothills by losing that challenge to me.

We don’t have a lot more information than that. We’re looking into getting him his own AAC of some sort. He’s frustrated beyond belief that he can’t talk anymore, and angry that I can actually say a few words and he can’t.

And, at the coaxing of Rhoda and Chapman, I ceded him the South West portion of my territory, from Chestnut street to the water, which includes the park we’d just fought over, plus a number of businesses, including two of the more well known brewpubs. It’s twice the land that I’m left with.

I’ve got most of downtown, and a network of friends who are making sure I get what I need. And my building is where I get my identity from, anyway. I don’t need all that space to be mine, really. Not logically, anyway.

Negotiating with my emotions is a different matter, but I’ve been working on learning how to do that for a couple decades now. That’s a huge part of what my therapist is for.

It’s Tuesday morning, the day of my next appointment, and I’m hanging out with my friends and the staff of my coffee shop in the lobby. We’re less afraid of other dragons attacking now.

Rhoda, Nathan, and I have been filling the others in on the details of yesterday’s events, and how the negotiations went. 

Chapman’s at work, and I won’t see them today until maybe when we cross paths outside our therapist’s door. And that’s OK. It’s fun.

Things are not completely resolved.

I have no idea if anyone will ever figure out why we dragons are a thing now. But, I do know it’s a thing Chapman and I are going to keep poking at for the rest of our lives until we uncover it. Together, hopefully.

But, also, there’s a lot of legal and political work to do. And, as Mayor Chisholm warned, it looks like I’ll be seeing some court dates in the future. Which should be stressful, seeing as the court house is in Waits’ territory.

But, hopefully, by then, I’ll be negotiating with Waits over my Discord server, and we’ll work out a plan. First step there is to get a team out to Waits and make sure they have access to the internet and their own form of AAC. Rhoda is planning on calling the Opportunity Council to see if they can help with that.

Astraia has made diplomatic contact with the dragon I’ve been calling Loreena, using human partners as go-betweens, and learned that her name is Tannis. And I didn’t get much sleep last night, because the three of us were trading ideas for how to contact the others.

We’re people. We can act like people. And humanity has created some pretty nifty tools to help us do that, too. And most of us are already familiar with them.

We just have to use them.

There’ve been a lot of times in the past week where it felt like it was falling on me to solve all of these problems. And every time I failed to succeed at whatever I was doing, it was hard not to feel like I was failing myself.

The thing is, I’m not the queen of the local dragons. I’m just me. The loudmouth who lives on the roof of the Magnolia Apartments. And my job, really, is to get along with the people I know, dragon or human, and maybe not get in their way.

And the morning songs are feeling better every day.

Oh, yeah, and the people in that helicopter were members of a private wildlife management company, Equisetum Wildlife, owned by one Daniel Säure, also owner of Morning Glory Corp, and working with the Sheriff, specifically. There’s a bit of a legal and political mess regarding what happened last night that I don’t fully understand, even after it was explained to me, and I’m hoping it shakes out in my favor. 

We’ll see.

Säure, it turns out, also owns the daily newspaper, which is why it’s even still in business. I think he might be a billionaire. So if he decides to back my opposition in court, we’re going to need some serious help.

I’m trying to put that out of my mind, for now.

It’s a little hard, because Nathan takes that tidbit of knowledge and really verbally chews on it, talking about conversations he’s had with Seagull. And the Kims take the bait, and it turns into a whole discussion over the counter during the slower hours of late morning.

I huff and turn to Rhoda, and she raises her eyebrows at me, tilting her head in my direction sympathetically.

I want to talk about something different, but quietly, so I don’t hit talk on my tablet, instead turning it to face her when I’m done typing.

“Chapman says maybe you like me,” I say, like a teenager. It’s so hard to figure out nuance on this thing, even when taking the time to write a full sentence. Nuance usually requires too many words, so I often lean on other people’s grace and forgiveness for the resulting bluntness.

Rhoda reads the sentence carefully and then leans back to sip her coffee, smirking at me through the whole gesture. Then she studies me a little bit and says, “I’ve always wanted to be your friend, Meg. I do like you, and care about you. And I’m really glad you’ve opened up and we can talk more freely now.” She sits there for a little while at that, and I spend that time wondering if she’s done talking, but then she says, “I’m going to put it like this. You have never been like any of the monsters of my ancestors that might have been called dragons. But I’ve always recognized that you are a dragon. And I like the kind of dragon I see in you. Especially after yesterday. So I’m honored to be your friend. Now, if you’re asking me if I might like to see myself as a member of your chosen family, whatever that means, that’s something we’ll have to work on. We’ve only really started actually talking to each other, after all. But I think we’ve made a good start.”

I like that. That feels comfortable.

So we sit there and smile at each other for a while.

Afterward, I climb to my roof to lie spread out in the sun for an hour or so. Half of the time I’m up there, I know that Chapman is attending therapy during hir lunch break.

I have an alarm set on my tablet to let me know a good time to set out for therapy, so that I get there early enough to trade finger guns with Chapman in the lobby.

Well, I’m not using my human disguise. I hate that thing. And I’m only using it in emergencies, to keep it secret and effective.

So, my finger guns look like trigger fingers looped around imaginary guns, because I can’t fully straighten my individual claws out while holding the rest tight. They don’t work independently quite like that.

Still, we know what we’re doing, and we both wink in the process.

And then I walk into my therapist’s office and hunker down for my session, carefully placing my tablet in front of me.

“Meghan,” she says. “Before we get started, I want to report on the homework I gave myself, looking into your case and options. Are you OK with that?”

“Yes,” I say.

She’s startled to hear that come from my throat, but smiles and blinks and nods, saying, “Unfortunately, it really doesn’t look good on the SSI front. Nationally, there is a lot of arguing going on about it, and it looks like it’s going to take them a while to work anything out regarding dragons. And while the State of Washington is fairly progressive, they aren’t in charge of regulating how SSI is handled. That’s purely a federal program. However, you should be able to qualify for SNAP and Medicaid through Washington the instant you lose your SSI, so you’ll have that as a cushion.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Do you have some way of making sure that you have shelter, or a way to pay rent? Are you going to need help with that?” she asks me.

I look down at my tablet and poke it, “Maybe.”

“OK,” she says. “Let me know what kind of help you need.”

“Yes,” I say. I’m starting to wonder what Chapman talked to her about, but it’s none of my business, unless Chapman shares it with me later. In any case, I’m getting help now, obviously. But I’ll keep all my resources open and ready to use.

“I wish I could do more for you in this regard, but it’s really not my specialty. I can maybe help you find a caseworker, though,” she says. 

I feel like maybe my counselor hasn’t learned much about what just happened. Maybe she was too focused on the SSI thing and didn’t pay attention to local news. That’s OK.

“Thank you,” I type.

“Are you OK with this?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I am very sure about it. At this point, bureaucratic garbage like that feels like it might give my life a sense mundanity that I need. I almost feel like I’m ready to tackle it all myself, which would be a whole lot of progress on my C-PTSD if it turns out to be true. I’ve still got a lot to process, mind you. But the SSI thing feels like the least of my worries right now. And there are a couple of things in my life, Rhoda and Chapman specifically, that I’m really looking forward to having to deal with more often. And I'm having a hard time not focusing on them, really.

So, I make a point of preening and composing myself to pay attention to my counselor, as a show that I’m ready to change topics and move on.

“Well, then,” she smiles, leaning back. “Tell me about your week!”

Oh, wow, this is going to be a long hour.

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Epilogue

Wednesday morning, I think.

Before I even open my eyes, I can tell something is wrong, because I’m not lying on my roof. The surface under me is not level. My head is downhill, and I can feel rocks and knurls of dirt underneath me.

I can hear insects and the birds sound different. And there’s no sound of cars or people anywhere.

I’m pretty sure I came into consciousness hearing the sound of a receding helicopter.

When I crack open my eyes, I can see that it is well past dawn, and I haven’t heard any dragons calling out their morning songs.

The sky is absolutely blue from horizon to horizon, and I’m surrounded by mountains that do not have nearly as much snow on them as I’d come to expect. It is the end of summer in the era of severe climate change, of course. It’s still alarming and heartbreaking.

Looking out toward what I think is the West, I’m seeing a deep valley between sharp peaked mountains, and more mountains beyond that. And I can tell I’m pretty damn high up. I think I’m on another mountain myself, but it’s very rounded and covered in grass. It’s not one of the tallest.

A moving speck off in the far distance draws my eyes and appears to be the helicopter I heard.

And as my head darts this way and that, while I take in my surroundings, I feel something dangling off my left horn. And if I swing my head hard enough it swings briefly into my peripheral vision, but it’s too close for me to see what it is. It’s heavy, and I see a dark green, but I’m guessing it may be orange to humans.

I reach up with my claw to try to scrape it away. But it won’t come off.

I get sort of an idea of its shape from doing this, from feeling around with my foreclaw. It’s like some sort of puck attached to a thin metal cable.

And it takes me a bit to figure out how it’s attached to my horn.

Some asshole has drilled a hole through my horn and threaded the cable through that.

I’ve been tagged!

My purse and tablet are missing. I don’t have anything but this device.

I’ve been tranqed in my sleep, tagged, and then released into the wild.

Hearing my challenge cry echo off the distant mountain tops as it is currently doing would probably be a sublime and meaningful experience under normal circumstances, but I’m way too angry to appreciate it right now.

Maybe somebody else does.

To be continued…

[tearsofrefugees]

Uganda, April 2022 by The Lutheran World Federation Via Flickr: 1 April 2022, Nyumanzi refugee settlement, Adjumani district, Uganda: Rhoda Amani Deng, a Dinca refugee arrived in Uganda in 2013 who was paralyzed three years ago, speaks a women's self-help group in the Nyumanzi refugee settlement in Adjumani district, West Nile area of Uganda. The Nyumanzi refugee settlement, in Adjumani district, West Nile area of northern Uganda, hosts more than 50,000 refugees, the majority of which arrived following the eruption of war in South Sudan in 2013. The refugees and host communities in the area receive support from the Lutheran World Federation World Service program in Uganda. Photo: LWF/Albin Hillert

[neathbound-fiends]

Rhoda...

if your oc is any degree of fat/chubby/plump then:

(1) please know i love and adore them

(2) please send me them cause i wanna appreciate them

[trekkie-polls]

There have been a huge number of famous guest stars on Star Trek over the years, so we're going to take this season by season and then have a face-off between the most voted in each series. Basically a bracket, minus the planning :). Each poll will have the same criteria: 1) they must be famous before being on Star Trek, 2) they cannot be a titled main character, and 3) when I can't fit everyone in I'm using my best judgment.

Below the fold I'm including photos of their Star Trek roles and a couple of things that made them famous before appearing on Star Trek... which limited my options to 10 names per poll (you can only have 10 photos per post).

Here's one article about some TOS TV guest stars if you want to read more about these & other cameos!

Frank Gorshin as Bele (s3ep15 Let That Be Your Last Battlefield) Previously the Riddler on the 60's Batman & a standup comic who opened on the Sullivan show for the first US Beatles appearance.

2. Ted Cassidy as Ruk (s1ep9 What are Little Girls Made Of?). Previously the voice of the Martian (Angry Red Planet), and Lurch (The Addams Family)

3. Julie Newmar as Eleen (s2ep3 Friday's Child). Previously Catwoman on Batman, and the android titular Rhoda on My Living Doll (the character who inspired Seven of Nine's name)

4. Ricardo Montálban as Khan Noonien Singh (s1ep24 Space Seed & Star Trek II). Ricardo has a long career, starting with musicals and short films in the US in 1940-41. He moved home to care for his dying mother, and became a famous Mexican Movie star in the 40's, starring in over a dozen movies. In the late 40's he returned to the US, and US Hollywood. In 1949 he was the first Hispanic Person to appear on the cover of Life Magazine. He continued to star in many movies, TV shows, and Broadway productions leading up to his first TOS appearance.

5. Michael Dunn as Alexander (s3ep12 Plato's Stepchildren). Previously Dr. Miguelito Loveless on The Wild West and Mr Big on Get Smart. Also Considered by Gene Roddenberry for the role of "Spock" in the Star Trek pilot The Cage!

6. Lee Meriwether as Losira (s3ep16 That Which Survives). Previously 1955 Ms America, Catwoman on Batman, and Tracey, Anna Rojak on Mission Impossible.

7. John Larroquette as Maltz (Star Trek III). Previously Dan Fielding on Night Count, Dr Paul Herman on Doctor's Hospital, and Second Lieutenant Robert "Bob" Anderson on Baa Baa Black Sheep.

8. Christopher Lloyd as Kruge (Star Trek III). Previously Reverend Jim Ignatowski on Taxi (a character who cannonically loved Star Trek), Phillip Semenko on Cheers, and Taber in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

9. Madge Sinclair as Captain (Star Trek IV). Previously Nurse Ernestine on Trapper John MD, and Bell Reynolds in Roots. She was the first on-screen female captain in Star Trek. She later went on to play Geordi's mom in TNG - the 4th role in which she played Levar Burton's Mother.

10. Iman as Martia (Star Trek VI). Previously a supermodel, Cynthia in L.A. Story (alongside Sir Pat Stew), Nina Beka in No Way Out, Mariammo in Out of Africa, and Lois Blyth & Dakotah in Miami Vice.

[socialpoison]

Now that March of the Machine story has been fully released I can ask, how did your ocs weather the Phyrexia invasion of the multiverse?

Okay so, detail

Rhoda: Was with the Resistance as they were brought before Norn and Realmbreaker at the end, and she made it through the portal to Zhalfir, fighting her way out to the very end. After however, as Melira's keeper (and a bit more than that), losing Melira was a heartbreak. It's painful, and she's working through it (and every other loss she's experienced over the last few years, now that she has time to really process it)

Klaus: Quickly recovered from phyrexian kidnapping, was sailing with Kenzie aboard the Albatross, the ship he had commissioned to protect his island home from the Sun Empire's move west towards Torrezon. He helped repel Phyrexians at sea, and moved in to help with the battle on the continent.

Traenor: Controlled and corrupted by Vorinclex through his "Vorinclex Arm" (a keepsake from his fight that took the arm that came before) which was hijacked by the praetor himself. It spread across his body, into his armor and skin. While his immunity was too strong to compleat him then and there, he was controlled by the armor like a puppet to invade Eldraine, where he was saved by @niuttuc's Zarunpel and her sisters who cut him out of it with her mother's sword. He's heavily-scarred all over his body, and down to one arm once again.

Ellidus: Utterly spent, trying to manage the phyrexian anti-planeswalker defense, they were cut down from Realmbreaker by @niuttuc's Alamir. Convinced not to throw their life away simply because they were ordered, Ellidus tried to planeswalk away. They are missing.

Constance: With the angels out and about and New Capenna under attack, he had to abandon his disguise and reveal his angelic nature to protect his people. He's glad they won, but now he's a bit of a big shot planeswalker angel hero, when his firm used to be about being to small to attract serious attention. But angels need lawyers, so it seems legal representation for the newly emancipated angels is his new field of legal specialization.

Avon: Kept with the Serran Order of Grace, she was still in too fragile a condition to really contribute since she mind-melded with a sleeper agent, but she managed to avoid her impulses to join the invasion and kill everyone she knew and loved, even helping to save a few people as she did. She's made steady progress since then, and even consented to have the scriptures she carved in her own skin be healed.

And more, but that's all the time we have for now folks!

[wutbju]

Josh Crockett's maternal grandfather is Gerrit Buining who was part of the Dutch Resistance!

That's an amazing legacy!!! Both FindAGrave and the funeral home who handled his burial document it:

Rev. Gerrit Buining, 95, formerly of West Des Moines, went peacefully to be with his Savior at home in St. Louis, Missouri December 14th. Born July 1, 1923 in Harlingen, The Netherlands. Gerrit in his younger years joined the Dutch Resistance Movement during World War II. Following the war he immigrated to Canada and later came to the U.S. for studies at Barrington Bible College in Rhode Island where he met his beloved wife of 45 years. Gerrit retired from Baptist Mid-Missions after forty years of service both in his home country and in several states upon becoming a U.S. citizen. Gerrit enjoyed writing, wood working, and encouraging his family and friends. He was preceded in death by his wife, Anna Margrit Ernst Buining, and son-in-law Leigh A. Crockett. Gerrit is survived by his six daughters and their husbands, Elizabeth Crockett, Johanna and Lovell Caraway, Priscilla and David Johnson, Rhoda and Hugo Morales, Deborah and Richard Carey, Rebekah and Brent Taylor, 12 grandchildren and 18 great grandchildren. A private family service was held at Hamilton’s near Highland Memory Gardens.

Why aren't you featuring this, BJU? You know about the Dutch Resistance, yes?

This is astoundingly wonderful!

[stuartbramhall]

China, Russia, USA and EU cause devastation in Africa while scrambling for natural resources

Rhoda Wilson The Expose While you’ve been distracted with Ukraine and Palestine, both the East and the West are fighting over natural resources in Africa – and Africans are paying a heavy price for it.  Not only are Africans paying with poverty and their lives but these raw material-hungry powers are stealing Africa’s future as well. […] The following is adapted from a collection of articles…

[neathbound-fiends]

Did you guys know that uhhhh. it's free to do silly out of character art if you want to

such as Rhoda as the cover from Marty Robbins' album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs

[stuartelden]

Jean-Paul Demoule, The Indo-Europeans: Archaeology, Language, Race, and the Search for the Origins of the West - Oxford University Press, May/August 2023

Jean-Paul Demoule, The Indo-Europeans: Archaeology, Language, Race, and the Search for the Origins of the West – Oxford University Press, May/August 2023 The OUP site shows a hardback in May 2023, and paperback in August. It is a translation by Rhoda Cronin-Allanic of his French book, Mais où sont passés les Indo-Européens? (2014), which was revised in 2017. The existence of an Indo-European…

[hitchell-mope]

88. Cabalibu

The Cabal Academy is a school set up by Lucia Birch after Oliver Cromwell came to power to protect the Coexistence from him and his puritans. It moves every four years. By the 2050’s. It’s situated in Malibu California. Hence the portmanteau nickname Cabalibu. It was originally located in Norwich. And after the 2055-2056 school year it will be headed for Russia. So that year is the only year Barnaby Sullivan can attend and still be in the same country as the rest of the family. Got all that? Good.

Now. The Cabal Academy isn’t like a usual school. For instance.

The Academy admits students from freshman year of high school to senior year of college

The students have four dormitory buildings. North Hall, South Hall, East Hall and West Hall.

Each dormitory suite has a student from each year in it. So the high school students have an older sibling figure in their life

Each dormitory suite has two levels. High school students sleep on level two. College students sleep on level one.

Each dormitory suite has a communal living and kitchen area. Each bedroom has its own ensuite bathroom.

There is a canteen that the students can go to throughout the day as well as a dining hall in the middle of the grounds. But most just prefer to magic up their own meals.

The curriculum covers everything from high school English to college level political science. For the sake of grades students have to attend a minimum of one class a week. What they do with the rest of their time is up to them.

There is a mandatory assembly on the first Monday of every month.

The assemblies cover everything from sex education to how to make a life sized volcano under your bed. The administration don’t care what the students get up to just as long at they know how to do it properly and safely.

All students have to do to attend is fill out a multiple choice questionnaire and pack a first night suitcase. It’s free to attend and you can buy whatever else you want and/or need from the school shop. Every student is given a limitless credit card on arrival. Or you can just magic your belongings in or call a family member to bring what you want from home.

There is no uniform. Students are allowed to wear whatever the hell they like. From pyjamas to camouflage body paint.

All types of students are admitted. From humans to mages to centaurs to Fae to Satyrs to everyone else in between.

The academy has been run by the North family since the American revolution. Currently it’s run by Rhoda North and her husband Richard. The Diocese and Deacon. And no. North Hall was not named after them. It was just a happy coincidence

Students can refer to teachers by Mr/Mrs or professor or by their first names or a nickname. Whatever the student in question is most comfortable with.

There are no sports events. There are however very extravagant holiday feasts and parties. From Halloween to Christmas to New Year’s and beyond. There’s also events for those of all religions and denominations. Everyone is welcome.

The school year starts on the 1 of September and ends on the 31 of May. You can leave and come back at your leisure. All that Deacon and Diocese ask is that you tell them so they have an accurate headcount in the event of a fire.

Magic is encouraged in all corridors. From summoning to zapping.

Fighting is not encouraged. But it’s also not forbidden. That is to say. You can fight each other. But please try not to disturb or hurt anyone who’s not in the fight.

Detentions aren’t a thing. The moody the administration can do is make you attend all your classes for a week.

And last but not least. There is no curfew. Just please make sure to not disturb the nocturnal students during the day if possible.

Aside from all of that. The Cabal Academy is essentially like any other normal magical boarding school in fiction. Just like Cackle’s, Hogwarts and Nevermore. Not like the Umbrella Academy though. Never like the Umbrella Academy. It’s far too pleasant to be compared to that school. So. Tell me what you think?

[comicsart3]

Calamity Kate is a short-lived and almost forgotten Wild West heroine. In common with Western gals such as the latter-day Annie Oakley and Rhoda Trail, Kate is a ranch owner, but unlike her Golden Age contemporaries, Kate is actually an alias, her real identity being Patricia Layne, the feisty daughter of the local sheriff. In fact it is the death of her father that turns Patricia into an ambiguous hero. In an effort to expose the murderers of her father, deputy sheriff Brady and banker Olsen, she assumes the role of pants-wearing, gun-packing and masked vigilante Calamity Kate who initially pretends to be a bank and stage robber in order to bring the bad guys out into the open and sow discord between them. She lets all-round good guy Wild Bill Pecos, who also happens to be the lead character in The Westerner comic, in which Kate’s adventures appear, in on her secret. Together they bring Brady and Olsen to justice and Patricia, having got a taste for vigilantism, decides to retain her alter ego, but promises that Kate will only fight on the side of justice. This she does, often working alongside Bill, and sometimes solo. Kate is a jaunty and unflappable character and her sharpshooting, riding and roping skills are usually enough for her to overcome the villains she encounters and to deposit them with the sheriff.

In the story featured, called Calamity Kate Meets the Gaucho Kid!, which appeared in The Westerner #28, Kate comes up against a smooth-talking south-of-the-border braggart who steals a diamond-encrusted garter from Patricia. Naturally, this case now being personal, Kate tracks the Gaucho Kid down and, after some mishaps, brings him in. There is a hint of mutual attraction between Kate and the Kid in a sequel story, which nonetheless ends up with the romantic bad guy’s capture by his would-be girlfriend. Sadly Kate’s storyline was terminated before this intriguing premise could be explored further.

Kate made her first appearance in The Westerner #26, which covered her origin story. Unfortunately, her run only lasted seven issues, although she did make a “guest appearance” in a subsequent Wild Bill story. Perhaps the no-nonsense Patricia/Kate was considered a little too ahead of her time.

Sources: Public Domain Super Heroes for the background; comicbookplus for the comic page.

[schlock-luster-video]

Today in psychological horror / thriller movie history: on September 28, 1956 The Bad Seed debuted in West Germany.

Here’s some Rhoda Penmark art to celebrate!

[gay-for-the-snz]

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Myles • he/him/it/its • 25 • MINORS DNI

Figured it's high time I actually make one of these for convenience sake!

Bonus: my little compendium thus far of snz content found so far in Fallen London (last updated: July 1st, 2023)

Character intros are located here:

Elliott, [modern!AU]

Florence, [modern!AU]

Joseph, [modern!AU]

Feel free to specify in an ask whether you're looking for canon or modern!AU, or I'll just do both! In the links below I'll include which something is for

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By character (of who is snzing):

Elliott:

Contest Winner Drabble by EmpressKaze

Commission by Kotyonoksnz [artwork]

Borrowed practice by EmpressKaze [artwork]

Commission by Kazewohiita [artwork]

...and the fic it was commissioned for ;) | Tea With Friends | Elliott is sick and lowkey miserable, but insists on going to tea anyway (≈2300 words)

Untitled | frisky SWH with his lover at someone's party [NSFW] [UNFINISHED] (≈2300 words)

Couple's Counseling | exactly what it says on the tin [modern!AU] (≈4400 words)

In Sickness, and in Health [pt. 1, 2] | Elliott is at a coworker's wedding with a cold, trying to survive the event without ruining it [modern!AU] (≈8100 words, ≈7300 words)

A First and Last Date | a relatively unsuccessful blind date, and a gift [modern!AU] (≈4000 words)

Miscommunication | Elliott goes on an accidental date with a new coworker [modern!AU] (≈11800 words)

Baggage [pt. 1, 2] | origin story! (sorta!) a look at his moving to the west coast, and meeting his future coworkers [modern!AU] (≈5600 words)

Artwork by me: x

Florence:

Commission by Kazewohiita [artwork]

...and the fic it was commissioned for! Tea With Friends pt. 2 | Florence is dealing with the aftermath of being in close contact with a cold ridden Elliott (≈3000 words)

Coffee Stand Contagion | a boring day sick at work, and the efforts to make herself feel better with a little help [modern!AU] [NSFW!] (≈7100 words)

Doc:

Treating A Doctor | the good doctor getting eaten out while he's feverish and cold-ridden [NSFW!] (≈1300 words)

Untitled | Doc sitting in on, and interrupting, one of Cal's lectures [modern!AU] (≈950 words)

Red Lights | a college party and a change in relationship status [modern!AU] [UNFINISHED] (≈3800 words)

Untitled | an impromptu trip cross country with a cold and a confession [modern!AU] [UNFINISHED] (≈3500 words)

Interview | a job interview with his new TA and a look at some of the good doctor's allergies [modern!AU] (≈3000 words)

D&D squad:

Corva:

Loversbane | sex pollen fic <3 [NSFW!] (≈2150 words)

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Sicktember 2024

Artwork is tagged as such, and anything nsfw is as well! Happy reading :)

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Answered asks!

Elliott

Florence

Doc

Rhoda (will be given her own post eventually if there's enough interest: x, x