a demiurge (in|of) clay

I regret to inform you that at least 75% of what I post is reblogs of Miraculous Ladybug fan art, and most of the remainder is other things I thought were pretty and/or funny. Nerdy explainers like the one that caught your eyes are few and far between. Also, I can’t be relied on to tag anything consistently.

In the first seasons, the Prophets made a good pitch for the idea that while they were completely bonkers it was because of their transformational leadership and future-first thinking---that they simply operated on a level that Sisko couldn't reach.

Later on, though, as he got to know them, they began to show up in the cubicle of his mind and tell him absolutely nothing in a lot of words. The one time he asked for help getting the resources he needed to do his job, the Prophets got incredibly huffy at his impertinence. Even later they would say things like

"You are the Sisko" ("you are an important member of the team, we value your contribution, we are aware of at least one of your names")

"The Sisko is of Bajor" ("we admire your devotion to the company ideals. You're a real Bajor man.")

various events ("Don't think of us as detached observers and overseers. Think of us as family.")

"If you do this you will know only sorrow" ("people who distract themselves with relationships will never get ahead in business")

various events ("That was the last thing we needed you for, you're fired. Per your noncompete you must now sit in a white room for a few centuries.")

brought to you by Bajor Cola, a product of the Celestial Temple

Sure, it’s fun when a tasty human snack is something very poisonous to aliens, but I wanna take that gag about species differences further! Rather than “har har, the Nonsensoleans can’t eat spicy peppers like us,” and leave it at that, show me the Nonsensoleans being aghast at the things humans eat willingly, but also the humans who found that amusing doing a double take when the Nonsensoleans find the ship’s extremely toxic cleaning supplies, remark on humans keeping “the spices” in weird places, and having a good old fashioned Nonsensolean barbecue, which is so poisonous smelling it is dangerous.

Aliens that are surprised and impressed by the temperature differences humans not only can withstand but willingly subject themselves to, but find subjecting themselves to levels of sensory deprivation humans would consider torture a useful mental exercise.

Food: classic birthday cake

“Late night patrol” ✨🌙

Commissioned art piece but I cannot seem to reach the OG commissioner anymore 😭 still wanted to share it because I’m still waist deep in this fandom I’ve just not drawn enough lately sjdjjdf

Some have called "they pay me in woims" Sluggo's catch phrase. It's not. He said it once, and folks on Bluesky loved it so much they say it all the time, especially in response to the Nancy Comics by Ernie Bushmiller account. Here's the original "they pay me in woims" from February 22, 1978:

And, another mention of woims from September 13, 1949:

And the Woims Wednesday (aka Woimsday) image that gets posted almost every week because of the popularity of the word:

The pool is almost empty.

Leandro Erlich’s Swimming Pool creates the illusion of people standing underwater — but only a thin layer of real water sits above a transparent glass surface.

Below it, visitors walk through a dry chamber, while people above see them as if they are submerged.

The work turns a simple architectural element into a visual trick: surface becomes depth, and the ordinary becomes impossible.

currently obsessed w painting with wayy too many texture brushes