#Orbis school

[princyvish]

I really wanted to draw these aus again... featuring another au, the eldritch koby au :]

Some of these doodles are from like. January i think. Dunno if my art style changed enough. Eh. We ball 🏀

All aus made by @moonelnone :3

I am positively in love with all the aus moonel makes istg

[micatbffultimateartist]

Since Halloween is just a month away, I decided to make a fanart to prepare for the Halloween challenge, which I will be doing it on my YouTube channel.

Characters that are in the fanart:

Player (Late to school)

Dummy ( GASA4 SC)

Orby (GASA4 SC)

Kyu (GASA4 SC)

MICatbff (me)

Halloween herson (GASA4 SC)

And Cashier (GASA4 SC)

[orbis-1223]

Best CBSE Pre School in Pune - The Orbis School Gahunje Branch

The Orbis School CBSE in Gahunje , it is one of the best pre school in gahunje Pune. The Orbis School are the preferred choice of parents seeking admission to the best schools in Pune.

[briefpizzadetective]

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[satohqbanana]

About: Arcanium started as a silly, simple JRPG that, in pursuit of narrative cohesion in a medium that allows viewers to create their own story and experience, turned into a series of novels. This coming-of-age series revolves around a set of connected incidents that occurred in the high fantasy flat world of Orbis, with a focus on character psychology, political intrigue, and magic worldbuilding.

Three student mages are tasked to organize the academy's basement as punishment for their overall unacceptable behavior in school, during which, they stumble upon four powerful crystals that teleport them to the middle of nowhere. How do these uncooperative schoolmates survive the unknown and get back? Magic, of course!

Intended genre: Comedy, drama, adventure, fantasy Core themes: Prejudice, social identity Current warnings: Depictions of animal cruelty Current progress: About 40% into the first draft

What is it that you want most in the world? Fortune, fame, or glory? Once offered these rewards, Lyarshu Vertigris, Renatheia Argylle, and Erudan Hartsfelk are unable to resist the opportunity to finally obtain their ideal lives. Thus, with a talking sword in tow, they begin their quest to cleanse the corrosion overtaking the world, slay the seven Vainglories, and rid the mortal realm of the corrupted power of the fallen rebel gods.

Intended genres: Tragedy, adventure, fantasy Core themes: Sacrifice, family, unconventional protagonists and antagonists, "You have your motives and we have ours. I fear it really is that simple." Current warnings: Depictions of animal cruelty, social violence, and actual violence

An aspiring revolutionary seizes her opportunity to reform the nation when she meets a boy claiming to be the prince. Elsewhere, a boy who grows up idolizing the core values of the nation begins his journey to the truth.

Intended genre: Political, fantasy Core themes: Cognitive dissonance Current warnings: Heavily political, depictions of violence

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Magia: Scrapped Prologue

Magia Novella Previews: [Mage Trio VS Slimes]

Magia: I'm Looking Forward to That

Liberatio: The Day Her Song First Called to Him

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[irch4]

Sketch from school

My classmates somewhere found orbies and fired it from paper tubes. Anyway I entertained myself by drawing Philip. I can use it for an art in future

[fluffyfairyzz]

i hate this school dawg ( / nsrs ) WHYT ARE THERRE ORBIES ALL OVER THE BATHROOM

WHO DID THIS

[geoffguy]

what kind of fads did you have in school if you had any? i remember having fidget spinners, orbies, these countdown trading cards (countdown is woolworths for you i think) and probably others i dont remember rn

all of these also, dabbing was also a big one and probably more I'm not remembering

[poisonhemloc]

taco truck au stuff!

okay I'm gonna cover generic Hearthian thing/Feldspar first

Feldspar (sometimes with Gossan) takes a multi week trip once a year; just, to a lot of different places. Most adult hearthians will do something similar, but Feldspar's are on the longer end- Feldspar plans theirs around the trucks, so they'll usually go early summer, Gabbro has a (usually a week/five days) trip in the late summer/early fall before school starts, Chert and Hornfels both are wildly variable but tend to just take off when the weather is good for observing, Slate and Esker will both go for winter or fall.

Nomai will do similar trips, but, Nomai tend to go in family groups- think family vacation stuff, but, usually the entire extended family will go somewhere at once, for a few weeks. Owlk... usually will do shorter day trips, if they're out traveling. They don't wander too far from home, unless it's the entire extended family/friends have decided together that the vibes are Wrong we're all moving over Here

Of course, there's exceptions- Riebeck I think is going to take trips with the Nomai they're staying with, Kaepora will take longer trips alone when the mood hits them.

...Okay, second bit. Marl.

Marl is between Hal (beginning at the university) and Riebeck (somewhere in a masters program) in age, so firmly in 'crashing on another Hearthian's couch' area. That Hearthian is Gneiss. It is emphatically not Tektite, who lives in the same house, because Marl is Still trying to cut down a specific tree in the local park and Tektite is pushing off retirement again to stay on Marl watch.

But. Marl is in a little band- not a good or well known band, right now its a 'yeah those are all a bunch of kids playing together' type band without a proper name. And Gneiss likes seeing hatchlings playing music and is encouraging it.

Marl has a tambourine (because it was funny). Other band mates are Mab and Orpheus (Owlk) (Theramineque instrument and lyre, respectively) and Orbi (Nomai)(Hand drum type thing)

[fashionlandscapeblog]

How could one do other than submit to Tlön, to the minute and vast evidence of an orderly planet? It is useless to answer that reality is also orderly. Perhaps it is, but in accordance with divine law - I translate: inhuman laws-which we never quite grasp. Tlön is surely a labyrinth, but it is a labyrinth devised by men, a labyrinth destined to be deciphered by men.

The contact and the habit of Tlön have disintegrated this world. Enchanted by its rigor, humanity forgets over and again that it is a rigor of chess masters, not of angels. Already the schools have been invaded by the (conjectural) "primitive language" of Tlön; already the teaching of its harmonious history (filled with moving episodes) has wiped out the one which governed in my childhood; already a fictitious past occupies in our memories the place of another, a past of which we know nothing with certainty-not even that it is false.

― Jorge Luis Borges, Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius, 1940

[togethernow]

WarioWare asks 4 and 10!

Hoooo boy y’all are really really REALLY making me want to ramble

Also very very sorry that this is very very VERY late, I was swamped with work irl and didn’t have time to really sit down and write anything

Anyways I’ll ramble about 4 in a later post (keep an eye out for that!

Here’s the short version though (still a bit long)

- All of warioware is one big found family! Cause sometimes a family can be a bunch of weirdos who get together and occasionally make games together! The gang hangs out regularly outside of work, go to each other for advice, and have parties at Wario’s house!

- Because of this, I don’t really like to ship anyone in Warioware. Spibble is an exception though because they were together from the beginning <3

In terms of headcanon relationships with each other, ehhh let me just say a few in no particular order

- Prior to the founding of Warioware, some of the cast already knew each other. For example, Dribble and Spitz heard of Crygor due to many customers recommending them to get some upgrades to their cab. However, they were a bit intimidated/scared due to his reputation of being an eccentric mad scientist. The dude lives alone on an island off the coast of the city with a bunch of robots! They became more closer due when they became coworkers though, cause of working on games together and their love of sci-fi

- The older kids help the younger ones with things like their homework! I have like, a whole system thing ish in my head as to how exactly the kids interact in terms of school, which I’ll probably say in another post. Outside of school, they still hang out, like having sleepovers at each others houses and such

- Mona gives the rest of the employees discounts at the various places she works at. This gets… kinda inconvenient for Joe to calculate when everyone comes over to hang out, but they’re still welcome nonetheless!

- Wario’s less of a boss and more of like… a supervisor. I mean, yeah, he’s the one who tells them when to make games, and yeah, he’s the one making most of them. But they still come in on their own (all the adults and teens have a key to the building) and make games even when he’s not there. And he’s obviously not paying them. So he’s basically just the one who sparked everything and all the other important stuff (like managing finances, files, and what not) is delegated to others

- And finally, this isn’t really a headcanon, but something I just really love. Deep down, Wario really is just the grumpy uncle. Although it might not seem like it to people on the outside, the whole crew knows that he truly does care for them. I could imagine him suggesting to take the kids out on one of his treasure hunting trips to “show ‘em how it’s done the Wario style!” but ended up stopping due to 5-Volt’s reprimands about how dangerous it is. Heck, I consider Wario to be Lulu’s pseudo dad. He has a bed for her in his house and lets her ride around on her motorcycle whenever she comes over

10- Orby :3

He’s my favorite little guy! Just a scrungly! A li’l blorbo!

On second thought, I might want to get one of Spitz too. Or Red. Or even Mike. Eeeyah, there’s so many options that I can’t choose!!

[micatbffultimateartist]

Happy father's day everyone!!!!

To all the father's around the world!!!

So, I decided to make two drawings for father's day.

The first picture is of me and my family, also I added player from lts, since he does not have any parents. So I decided to add him in the drawing.

For the second picture is about the GASA4:SC having a picnic outside the house. Yeah the are definitely having a good time. :)

[grandhotelabyss]

Thanks! I'm not a big collection reader, so nothing beyond the obvious, like Dubliners and Ficciones. I associate short stories with school—either texts I was taught as a kid or texts I did teach as an adult—so my favorite singles are also (mostly) obvious:

Poe, "Ligeia"

Hawthorne, "Rappaccini's Daughter"

Melville, "The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids"

Tolstoy, "Alyosha the Pot"

Chekhov, "In the Ravine"

Wilde, "The Happy Prince"

Forster, "The Story of a Panic"

Kafka, "A Hunger Artist"

Joyce, "The Dead"

Lawrence, "Odour of Chrysanthemums"

Bradbury, "The April Witch"

Heinlein, "'—All You Zombies—'"

O'Connor, "A Good Man Is Hard to Find"

Jackson, "The Lottery"

Baldwin, "Sonny's Blues"

Borges, "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius"

Oates, "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?"

Roth, "Eli the Fanatic"

Pynchon, "Entropy"

Delany, "Driftglass"

Morrison, "Recitatif"

Erdrich, "Fleur"

Ozick, "The Pagan Rabbi"

[delving-verilly]

Sparks - Astronauts

Sparks is a series of vignettes written under the influence of art.

They were the best of the best, which is why it all came as a shock. One of the last hopes is restoring the planetary 'factory setting'. Years of electromagnetic signals, abuse and pillaging of a planet will leave it in a state. The mindless unawareness through the choice of the populous wanting to ignore what they couldn't see. When they could see, it was too late.

Many things had started to create chaos within the planet's atmosphere. Global warming, the constant rain of space debris as celestial bodies decayed and connected with each other, sending literal rain of metal and junk down as more and more was pushed skyward to keep the people in the manner they'd become accustomed. Fast internet, information at fingertips and what was done with it. Nothing of any true meaning or depth. No integrity and living a life of existing, not experiencing.

When one of the largest celestial bodies had been identified and taken out a northern city, leaving millions dead and plenty in a 24-month Winter, something had to be done. A small group of rogue specialists had seen a way out. To bring down the satellites and junk from the sky. To prevent further advancement. A self-sacrifice of the most remarkable calibre to continue the human race and the planet's longevity. Pull apart the systems upon which the foundations of life had now become reliant.

Humanity was never meant to be comfortable. The smallest of joys in a day can be found in completing tasks that lead to our ongoing survival. We simply made ourselves comfortable while we waited for science to return with the answers for us to advance. Science has been shouting the answers for some time now, and too many have become too comfortable to listen. Listening would mean having to change, and change can be scary to people - especially if they are comfortable.

The two had been firm friends for many years, having grown up together at polar ends of the same town. One from poverty and struggle. Hardship and ostracised for his father's decisions and the small-minded community that fostered the apple never falling far from the tree. Every opportunity he had he fought tooth and nail for.

The other the only son of a wealthy, successful and well-connected couple. Carrying his own trauma of them never being around. Touch and affection starved, throwing himself into sports and seeking the validation he so craved from peers and those who would place a crown on his head at high school only to snatch it away given the first chance. Unlikely partners holding the planet in the palms of their hands.

Were they successful in their mission? That was yet to be seen. For there was only one of them left. The other falling victim to the debris, simply trying to clear the atmosphere and catching a snag in their vessel, they had to conduct an EVA (extravehicular activity). Only one could do it, the other having to remain inside. It was too high a risk to send both out when there was only the two of them.

They drew straws. There was no better way to do it as far as they were concerned they were equal in skill and treated one another as such. Neither of their lives were superior to the others.

Edward drew the short straw. He suited up and headed out. It seemed like an easy enough job. Just dislodge the debris caught in the exterior and prevent further damage. It was like a floating junkyard. The human race really had 'trashed' not only the planet but the entire vicinity it sat in. Swirling around the ethereal blue green orb were layers of metal, of reflective and dull surfaces, spikes and stilts, a myriad of different surfaces, logos and crap. Just crap. The piece lodged in the shell had a pay tv logo on it. Was it really worth it and did anyone down there on that planet have any idea. No.

The thing with space is there isn't gravity. When one object strikes another it will continue on its trajectory being propelled endlessly. Caught in an orbit of the planet, junk that has been struck by asteroids or other debris can get caught in a loop of propulsion, getting more momentum until it gets pulled down into the gravitational pull of the planet and into the atmosphere where it either burns up or crashes into the planet's population as it had been doing.

Out of nowhere, some of that spiralling debris caught Edward unaware. Steven hadn't even seen it coming with all the machinery on board. It was that small. That deadly. That fast. Cutting like bullets through his space suit. Through him. Straight through. It was over in an instant. Steve managed to retrieve the body as Eddie had followed protocol and was strapped to the exterior. That was the hardest EVA Steven had ever done in his life. They weren't successful. The very thing they were sent to combat destroyed the mission and took Edward's life. Steven had lost his best friend.

Edward was given a private ceremony. No airs and graces for a mission that was never supposed to happen because far too many people were making far too much money from the earth being in the state it was in. Steven tried to tell his story and was shut down by many governments. He will tell his story to whoever will listen to him to this day. If you can find him, ask him to tell it one more time.

[satohqbanana]

Worldbuilding Wednesday prompt from @thetruearchmagos

Are there any cultures, groups, or other collections of people in your Worlds with identities or characteristics uniquely influenced by the sea? From religious beliefs to economic / social lifestyles, how have these marine influences manifested in this people's lives?

Had to put this on a separate post for (my) blog organization.

In the world of Orbis, the Iridescent Islands and the Damasqus Network are two groups of islands in opposite archipelagos.

The Iridescent Islands is quite rustic and more active at day. Markets line its white shores as boats return from fishing and ships dock full of passengers from the Metallurgen archipelago. While foreigners come and go around the beach, within the islands themselves are the locals wearing tight suits covered by colorful, billowy coats that almost match the little flags tied across houses, poles, and sign posts. The people adore long, wavy hair, and their stamina while swimming associates them with merfolk.

While the Iridescent Islands have small lighthouses, the beam that sweeps across its shores at night comes from the gigantic Tower of Topal on the shores of the mainland of the Psychedelfis archipelago. With only the moon, the stars, and the Topal beam as their guide in the darkness, the inhabitants of the Iridescent Islands would rather be indoors and enjoy a warm meal with family when the sun goes down.

The Iridescent Islands is not always a place one can call home. Due to the ongoing war between the Emerald Kingdom and the Platinum Fort, refugees flock the ports in search of asylum. Many are stranded, and the locals grow wary every day. With the backing of Kalei mages, the Island Council tries to manage the situation and resist pressure from the Emerald Kingdom's iron hand, but authorities can only do so much before the unrest turns into chaos.

Meanwhile, the Damasqus Network is a group of islands that do not have shores, but steep cliffs. Travellers must await the tide to bring them up to the vibrant communities that awaken at night. Fairs, parties, theater shows, and all sorts of entertainment draw income into the otherwise boring islands of barren trees, and periodic geyser springs. Their lively ensembles are an ode to the occasional schools of bioluminescent pods and fish that pass by the area, who they "join" by lighting bonfires along the edges of the islands.

As one's indulgence in fun can harm them, the Damasqus Network provides a plethora of options for curing and healing oneself. The best doctors of Orbis can be found among these islands, wearing black coats, thick feathers, and beaked masks - a rather unsurprising fact when a good majority of the population are vampires and wingeds.

Lately, the atmosphere has been tense. The Damasqus Network - lying between the Kingdom and the Auric Ranges where the Platinum Fort stand - is a sore eye for the generals who desire a strategic location for establishing operations. While Damasq mages are allied with the Kalei mages who have recently chosen to support Platinum Fort, the Fraterni Damasqus refuse to let their home become a war zone. While the higher ups are playing their silly games, the citizens continue to perform with the loud blasts of destructive alchemy and magic in the background, and wounded soldiers recuperate their health, their mind, and their personhood in the backstage.

[theclaravita]

Warframe OC Lore - Clara the Drifter

More Warframe OC lore! This time it's the alternate reality version of Claros! An agender gunslingin queen, trapped in an infinite loop of DEATH BY IMPALEMENT! She takes no shits and gives no shits: it's Clara the Drifter!

CONTENT WARNINGS gender identity | mental illness | trauma | death | suicide | spoilers

Name: Clara Age: appears mid 30s Gender: None School: None Loadout: Nova | Dragon Nikana Callsign: Drifter

BACKGROUND --------

Clara and Claros have a shared history up to the Jump. Not much is known about how things deviated for Clara after that point, though it is clear that she did not have the support of her friends. Orbis Vitae was never formed in her timeline, and she remained trapped in the Void for an extended period of time, eventually escaping into the greater Void and creating Duviri from her emotional memories of faerietales of her time.

It was during her initial experiences in the Void that she began to reject her inborn gender identity. She was able to gradually morph her body to a more ideal, androgynous form using Void energy, though it fractured her mind and made it difficult for her to live safely. She didn't care; she wanted to be someone else, anyone else, to distance herself from her trauma and pain... Even if that someone else was utterly insane.

The first time she experienced a spiral reset was during a particularly violent episode of schizophrenic rage wherein she committed suicide. She awoke in the middle of a large town square, her body having been reverted to before she changed it, her mind mended from the harm she had inflicted on herself. She was immediately seized by strange skeletal Dax that hauled her before an imposing general. He declared her a traitor and that she would be executed via death by impalement. The Dax behind her ran her through with a sword, and once again the world went dark...

...and once again she awoke in the town square. Immediately she knew what was coming and attempted to flee, only to be cut down before she could leave the square.

This went on and on, over and over, dozens, hundreds, thousands??? of times. Eventually she gave up. She began mocking the general. The executioner. The Dominus they all served. No matter what, it all ended the same: "DEATH BY IMPALEMENT." It got to the point that she didn't even feel the blade pierce her anymore. She'd become so conditioned, the Dax doing it exactly the same every single time... It became a personalized Hell, just for her.

But then, one day, out of all the countless looping deaths and rebirths, routine for her every minute or so... Things changed.

Before the Dax could whet its blade on her lifeblood, she felt a new blade skewer her very soul. This was different. The Dax never missed the exact spot it always stabbed. And she was... Still alive?

A meteor came raining down. All in attendance stood in awe, but Clara knew she had a single, glorious chance to break the cycle, heralded by that prismatic bolide aimed directly at her...

She dove! The ground behind her ruptured and her entire body recoiled at the sound. The Dax, the general, the executioner, all obliterated, their bodies tossed aside like broken dolls. Clara approached the smoking crater and discovered a severed hand... Tendrils! Reaching out! Too fast, they gripped around her wrist and arm, the hand folding disturbingly like a gauntlet around hers... And POWER rushed through her body. A feeling like no other, the ragged pincushion for Dax swords felt for the first time in what felt to be eternity... Strength. Rushing forward with uncharacteristic vigor, she snagged the Sirocco pistol from the general's corpse, and made good her escape!

After convening with Teshin, claiming new weapons, learning the art of Transference, and freeing Duviri from its cursed cycles, Clara knew that she had a greater destiny beyond the door in the cave. That back on the hellish prison of a ship, there was a portal to another world, another timeline, another hope.

She traversed the frayed, twisting strands of time as Claros's timeline ended and hers began. The ends joined together, and together they became one.

CURRENT LORE --------

After defeating the Archons and revitalizing Natah's broken form, Clara met her alternate self for the first time. Once alive, now alive again, Claros deigned to give Clara the chance to take hold of fate, to direct history with her newfound power. Gladly she accepted, her heart racing with eager determination to take control and finally be the arbiter of her own destiny.

Defeating Ballas should have felt good. Saving Natah, winning back her will and power should've been a victory. But it was short-lived. The Void hungers, as it always does. The Wall cracked, and the Man within reached out. The Veil was breached, and the reborn Lotus held the line... But the Man In The Wall appeared to be... Allowing her to hold it back. Clara could see its wicked grinning face, torn asunder into an eldritch semblance that was both human and alien. The gremlin child, a duplicate of Claros, cackled with joy atop the Wall, that infernal chanting filling her ears, her mind, her heart, her soul--!

And then it was gone.

Barely holding herself together, Clara carried the exhausted Lotus back to Claros's ship. She delivered her charge to the nexus on Lua, where she took on her new identity, the Lotus Radiant. Her job done, Clara ceded control back to Claros who was overjoyed to see his mother returned at last.

But Clara was not alright.

She returned to Duviri, knowing that there was more for her to do. And no matter what she did, she saw it whenever she closed her eyes.

The Wall with the Man within.

Towering over her, enveloping her, ripping her apart, remaking her, killing her, birthing her...

An utter paradox of logic, emotion, physics, time, and thought.

A paradox she now would never live without.

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Clara's story is not over! Far from it, in fact. I have headcanons that she steps in for Claros sometimes. Whenever a hard fist is needed to rattle the skulls of the enemy, that's Clara's job. Nova befits her perfectly, with explosive power and an elegant grace Clara could only dream of embodying without her. Of course, her time in Duviri swordfighting Dax taught her to love the balanced beauty of the Nikana, so she mastered single edge grace.

I hope to have some actual narrative pieces written up soon, so stay tuned!