#So I might be a bit rusty

[rainofpainaaaaa]

Hmm…

There’s so much going on with the Milo’s, like V!Milo and Ten, Perfect Milo performing mitosis and creating Princess Milo, and E!Milo with Ryan… Not seeing much M!Milo here..

[littlebvtterfly]

This crossover ask game for my grumpy girl Greta and your sweet wolf pup Petra? <3

Thank you so much, @rose-of-oz! This seems so fun already!

So, since Petra is a part of this big universe in my story, I can absolutely see Falk introduce Petra to Greta because when he first meets Pet, he's like, "Oh yeah, they're gonna get along," and they do!

Basically, Greta first crosses paths with Petra while Petra is chopping wood, and she sees her putting all of her might into it and is basically like "This chick rocks," and so she introduces herself to her. Petra is kind of skittish at first, because that's just who she is, but the more that she and Greta hang out, the more she likes her and finds a companion.

They bond over being some of the non-royals in Auradon, over people not exactly flocking to them. Greta watches (and sometimes tries to help) with her cutting wood, and they go to the beach together. Petra always looks for romance novels to give to Greta. Petra and Willa and Greta and Evie go on double dates. I just have a lot of love for them, to be honest.

[two-pears-in-a-trenchcoat]

"i am going to caboose you" says the evil caboose man

[studioboner]

woe, digital be upon you

[doodlingwren]

Tried to make a character reference for Mariya from the new Saint Seiya spinoff since I couldn't find a character turnaround 🎀✨

Mostly I drew this for practice purposes and well, for having a reference of her outfits. Might be useful in the future... who knows!

Hope you like it! 🌟

[coconox]

bit late for pocky day but i wanted to draw a lil smth for it :3c

[nekrophoria]

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[limboneto]

WIPs of my Pikmin OC, Willow! (They/Them)

Mycologist of the Rescue Corps, and was with the crew for several months before the fated mission on PNF-404

I'll make an official post with them yet once I get their designs figured out!

[nicnsmth1]

Hello!! This fic is using a named MC who is not a reader self-insert so be aware that she is her own person throughout the fic! I'm also new to writing for Love and Deepspace so pardon if I make small mistakes when writing the characters and I'm also not a native English speaker so my grammar might be off, but either way, enjoy the high school au of the cast!!

Chapter 1 Preview:

It was the first day of a new high school, well, if you could count it as new considering that Nicola has stopped by this particular school countless of times when she used to walk to and fro with Caleb and Zayne. However, that part of her life has stopped now that those two were off in university. Moving wasn’t part of the plan, especially because it is her senior year and most times, people make the most with their current friends and classmates instead of going off to another school, but interests changed and Nicola wanted to change her courses.

Going from a science-dominated school to a dual one was the right choice, she wasn’t very much on the STEM side and to ensure her future even exists, it was better to take the humanities classes. Although that’s the case, that doesn’t mean Caleb won’t visit her every few weeks to walk her to his former high school “Is anybody even in this house? You’re going to be late!” Caleb called out from the front door as Nicola got her shoes on in a hurry “Sorry, the uniform was a hassle to wear,” he looked at the sitting girl with a curious look “Is it? It’s not that different than your previous uniform.”

Getting up, Nicola grabbed her bags and closed the front door as she exited “I didn’t know the ribbons needed to be tied a specific way,” Caleb chuckled as he ruffled her hair “Whatever you say pipsqueak, you complain too much that I’m worried how you are in a new environment,” she rolled her eyes at the tease as they walked “I’ll be fine, it’s not like I was super sociable in my last school.”

The exchange from her previous school wasn’t hard, not when Nicola was only close to a number of students anyway, Tara was especially sad when she moved. Nicola had quite a reputation, not a bad one, but in terms of grades, she was on the higher side of the spectrum, causing people to be in awe and avoid her. But all of that expectations should dissipate now that this new school knows nothing about her “Alright, right on time, you should head in now, don’t go crying to me if you get scared.”

Standing at the gates, Caleb bumped shoulders with Nicola one last time before heading back to where they came from, ‘he should have class by now too, huh’, Nicola waved even if his back was turned and moved her gaze towards the school again. Students filed in, chatting with friends, some council members doing their duties in the hallway, teachers greeted by the students and lockers opening and closing. It was the start of the year and the flowers blossomed brightly in spring, trees swayed with the cool wind and the floor was covered with colorful leaves.

Looking at her schedule from her bag, Nicola read the first class in her schedule: Math.

It shouldn’t be hard to find, especially since the school in itself has a very easy pathway for each year’s class, but with the crowd of students filling the corridors, it was difficult to navigate. Beginning of the years are always busy, the school is starting, the staff is getting back to their regular routine and the events are about to be planned prior to the actual date which includes murals. Looking around the walls of the school, Nicola spotted quite a lot of art with intricate brush strokes and aquatic elements, it seemingly looked like it was all made by the same person.

“Make way!” Swiveling her head to the front, she tried to make out where the voice was coming from, but to no avail, nobody stick out enough to be making any sound—

“Move!-”

Splash!

Gasps sounded as Nicola wiped her face from the thick goop of blue paint that has covered her from head to toes to even see the man behind her who was laying on the floor, grunting in pain as the paint buckets rolled beside him “I told you to move!” He yelped, taking the buckets off his body as other students shimmied their way to the side to avoid the pool of varying blue paint on the ground “Can you minimize the complaining? I didn’t see you!” He rolled his eyes as he stood up, almost slipping again if he wasn’t holding on to the wall “Excuses! How can you not see a man holding up three buckets of paint walking through?”

Nicola blinked a few more times to even see the guy properly, he was also covered in paint—thankfully not on his face—and wore a frown, his wavy dusky purple hair was a nest on his head as he points at her “Come with me already, I have classes too you know,” he quickly stacked the buckets to the side and tried his best to kick some of the paint to the side as well before he started walking to the school’s garden, allowing Nicola to have no choice but to follow him “We’re going to be late! Where are you taking me?” He turned for a split second as he kept walking “And what? Get in class soaked in paint?”

A line of water shot towards Nicola and she was soaked once more, but this time with the garden hose “What the?- What are you doing?” The man seemed bored as he increased the water power “The paint dries quick, it’s better for you to wash the clothes first before getting spare clothes on,” after he had drenched her, he began showering himself with the water “Ugh, it’s my first day and I already have two times the laundry!” The purple haired guy opened one eye to see her “Trust me, it’s everybody’s first day.”

Nicola glared at him before stomping the now muddy dirt “I hate this, where do we get spare clothes?” He put down the garden hose and pushed her gently forward to get them moving again “Nurse’s office, they usually keep them there in case of injuries,” before he continued with his straightforward remarks, he glanced at Nicola “Wait, you don’t know this?” Crossing her arms, she huffed “I told you, it’s my first-first day.”

“Halt!”

“Are you kidding me?” The guy turned around and so did Nicola, their drenched self had to face a teacher, her feet tapped the floor as she shook her head “Miss Nicola? Mister Rafayel? What is going on?” Rafayel looked away in embarrassment at his current state “Don’t look at me, look at her,” Nicola scoffed and pulled on his sleeve “Excuse me? Who in their right minds walked with three paint buckets in a corridor full of students!” Rafayel pulled her hand away immediately “I am not going back and forth for paint buckets!-”

The teacher clapped her hands together once, shutting both of their arguments out before snapping her fingers “Enough! Don’t you two have classes?” With an exasperated sigh, they simultaneously muttered “Math.”

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[biterflies]

hey remember how brian got thrown into space for heresy basically and remember how the mechs have some fucked up time travel shit going on and remember how brian is space jesus. so anyway wouldnt it be fucked up if the existance of drumbot brian is a fucked up time loop where the mechs go back in time and brian gets deified having a religion based around him (on accident or not idk) and then through thousands to millions of years after he leaves the religion based on him is warped through mistranslations and general passing of time and corrupt religious leaders, and much like christianity and how modern christians wouldnt actually like jesus because hes an arab immigrant who hangs out with the disenfranchished and heals the sick free of charge and feeds the hungry and helps the homeless and etc? anyway this is probably disproven somewhere somehow in the mechs lore but i dont actually care about canon right now i just think it would be super fucked up if this happened

[philcoulsonismyhero]

A thing I've been thinking about a lot as I've been obsessively re-listening to the Rivers of London books on a loop and putting colour coded bookmarks into my paperbacks (in short, being Extremely Autistic about the series) is just how interesting it would be to explore what it would be like to be an autistic wizard in that 'verse.

Like, take vestigia. It's a whole extra category of sensory impressions on top of everything else that you're picking up on, and you only get more sensitive to it the longer you train for. Peter wonders at one point if Nightingale isn't just straight up listening to the magic of the city in order to find out about cases, and even if he isn't doing that he's still got to be picking up on a Huge amount of sense impressions from the magic around him. Would an autistic practitioner be even more sensitive to vestigia? Just how much of a sensory overload trigger would it be, given that it's not a true smell/sound/whatever? Do really skilled practitioners like Nightingale ever get overloaded by just how much they can sense? Would an autistic wizard have to train themselves to shut out their sense of vestigia so they didn't get overwhelmed?

And then there's how you learn magic in the first place, which is a lot of repetition, doing the same thing over and over again until you produce an effect, and then continuing to repeat it until the effect becomes consistent. And you build spells by learning more and more formae, memorising them in the process. Which sounds to me like Such an autism-friendly way of learning to do anything, I fucking love repetition and memorising huge amounts of information.

Also, it's pointed out a bunch of times that Nightingale has almost scary levels of focus. In Broken Homes he spends ages watching CCTV footage, and then a full half hour just staring at the dog batteries at Skygarden. And it's pretty obvious that his level of obsessive focus is what's made him such a powerful wizard, since he's willing to put in the hours of practice, so autistic obsessiveness would be useful too.

(Sidenote, but I'm not sure if I actually think Nightingale is a character I'd read as autistic. He's definitely got a bunch of traits in the right direction, like the single-minded focus, the scary levels of concentration, the things he's very particular about and the way he can miss Peter's sarcasm sometimes, but in his case I think it's more just his personality and training and age, plus all the trauma. But I do think it would be a fun possibility/what-if to explore.)

And when it just comes down to it, I don't think I've ever encountered a magic system that appeals more to the specific way that my brain works than the RoL one, it seems like it would be So fun to learn. Even, tbh especially, the Latin and all the other studying that's also involved. So it does rather entertain me that I've gotten really autistic over a book series that has such an autism-friendly magic system, it feels Good and Correct.

Although. Ben Aaronovitch. My guy. Give me a list of all the formae and how they work, I am Begging you. I've never wanted an in-universe textbook tie-in book as much as I do for this series and Eventually I'm going to get my hands on the TTRPG book and obsess over every little detail of how they've interpreted the magic for that.

[tremendouskoalachild]

various things in the first two episodes of The Acolyte that might or might not be KOTOR references:

Indara's manner of death (that's how you assassinate Jedi in any case but HK-47 did lay it out nicely in KOTOR 2)

(by the way, this lesson from the same conversation is hilarious with how the show has played out so far:)

Nar Shaddaa (appears elsewhere both before and after the game's release but is a major setting in KOTOR 2)

Selkath (originate in the first KOTOR but have shown up in new canon too, including on screen in The Clone Wars)

Jedi erasing people's memories (major plot point in KOTOR)

[mythtiide]

normal moment 🥀

[belltrigger]

Submastober Day 01!

Inspiration: There's an older OC-tober prompt-list here that I am using.

Title: Thoughts of Youth Prompt: Childhood Word count: 639 Synopsis: Sometimes, when Nobori has time to sit and think, he wonders how often others think about their childhood.

Nobori had a problem. Well, if he was taking the time to count, he actually had quite a few, many of which stemmed from the same core issue. Some were minor concerns, such as his thinning hairline (he was much too young for such a thing… maybe?) Some troubled him due to their impact on others (seriously, it would be grand if Melli would simply take a day off from causing such mischief.) And then there was the all-encompassing desperate need to know who The Man in White from his dreams was.

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Nobori believed those were all rather valid things to think about. But the current thing that rolled around his mind was something that troubled him simply for the uncertainty it brought. Did others think about their childhood with any frequency? Was it normal to forget your childhood entirely, did that come with his age (how old was he, exactly?), or was that also lost when he arrived in this land? While he didn't yearn as strongly for the memories of his childhood as he did of his present (past after all the time he's spent here?), there was definitely an ache within him over the loss.

Any attempts to inquire how others felt about their childhood was met with mixed results. Lady Irida was so young comparatively that her childhood was mere years ago. Lord Liam was younger still, and thus his 'memories of childhood' were the moments he was living now. He would never say it, but he thought that perhaps it would be obvious that Lady Calaba would not remember her childhood very well. Discussions with the others led him to believe that it was not quite so odd to lose some recollections of your childhood.

However, his youth was just as cloudy as everything else he tried to think about. Perhaps it was foolish to spend so much time thinking about it, nearly bringing himself to tears with longing when he spent evenings desperately begging himself to remember something. Anything! But every night like that ended the same - he was no better off in terms of rediscovering anything, and was exhausted the next day. It was impossible to hide the circles under his eyes in the aftermath of it, and he did his best to ignore the looks of sympathy from his clan.

His familiarity with Pokemon had to come from somewhere. How far back did his connection with The Man in White go? Had he forgotten anyone else? Did he have passions that couldn't be remembered here, things that the people who lived around him couldn't even begin to fathom? (Silly thoughts also arose sometimes, like how long had this coat been precious to him?)

Thoughts about this topic never truly stopped, much like he never stopped thinking about The Man in White. However, there were many times that he distracted himself, threw himself into his work so as to not become overwhelmed. If he let himself think about how much he missed the Man in White without knowing him, how much he yearned for his past, he would become trapped in his thoughts and perhaps never leave the house that had been so generously bestowed upon him.

Still. He continued to observe those around him, tried to match up his own behaviors with anyone he saw. There were so many things that felt new enough, felt different enough that he could believe that people did remember their childhood. And every time he convinced himself that everything he had was missing, he would spend more time thinking on it.

Childhood memories were precious, he decided. And he would regain them just as he would regain all of his other memories. He would remember The Man in White. He would remember his precious partner with brilliant flames. And he would remember Who He Was.

[sudsonspuds]

IS THERE AN UPDATE YET ON THE ADORABLE LIL GLENN HAROD FELT<333 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH

Thank you so much for all the kind words on it!!! It means a lot 🤎 I've been chippin' away at the body, and have the torso and arms done :•O They need a bit of cleaning up, but I'll do that once I have the rest set!

[queenmuzz]

If I had a nickel for every time a xenophobic religious order had a red and white sigil, but was secretly run by a demon, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.