#mmlreturn

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Drawing stream!

Tonight 6pm, I'll post a link during!

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Daily Doodle! 7/16/18

The best boy. The Kind, caring, and jinxed boy. Milo Murphy. (I miss him so much, sometimes I can still hear his voice... when I’m listening to Weird Al! lol)

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MML Return week 2: AU!

I thought I’d draw Milo and Peg-leg Diogee from @imaginashon‘s Pirate AU. I just can’t get over the fact that Diogee has 4 peg-legs! All four..

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Get excited for Milo Murphy's Law!!

I know, we have no idea when the show returns (except for sometime in August..?) But that doesn't mean we can't get excited for its return!

Okay, so I think I've come up with a catchy tag to use, #MMLReturn

I'm thinking, to sort of get people excited and involved again with MML after this hiatus, we (collectively) can start an event of sorts!

I'm thinking of a couple ideas...

A)Crossover Fun! -fans can write, draw, edit MML to fit with other shows, (namely Phineas and Ferb, but there are no limits, just keep things PG) I've noticed @sldlovescartoons and several others drawing characters with Pokemon and they are VERY cute!!

B) we could do a countdown-type thing, where each day someone is assigned to draw/write etc. something. Similar to how I've done things in the past (check out the tag mmlnewyear)

C) we could have a week of prompts and people could draw/write/anything you can think of, (musical covers are always cool!)

D)or something else too, I'm open to suggestions.

I hope to hear from you guys about these ideas!! I love getting input. Thanks and have a nice day!

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MMLReturn!!! Alright, so JULY 13TH, FRIDAY 2018. I wanted to do a drawing stream, but I have a previous engagement, (It's a campfire, I'm excited I get to show off my guitar skillz, and play "I'm taking a stoll") so unfortunately.. NO STREAM. But I still wanna celebrate the "holiday" of bad luck, if you can call it that. I also wanna kick start this "let get the fandom going again" movement. So I plan on posting the next chapter of my fic by Friday. I kinda wanna encourage you guys to work on your fics, or your drawings and post them on Friday!! I wanna do this event by having a theme or a challenge for each week (or twice a week, I guess it depends) I'll post the theme a week before, (or all at once if you like). And you can draw, write, etc. something to go along with the theme! So I guess I'm saying this week's theme is "Free Day!" - your choice, work on something you started, start something new, draw whatever! (Keep it appropriate, though) I'll reblog everything with the tag #MMLRETURN and anything else I find. If you finish before Friday, Don't hesitate to post it! Let's get things going! I can't wait to see what you all have to share! Until then, "milomurphysblawg, out!" (P.s. I'll do my best to post more drawings between now and friday)

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Elliot Decker at the Imperial Academy

A Star Wars AU or Crossover, Which May or May Not Connect to That of "Phineas and Ferb Star Wars". The news of Alderaan's destruction stunned all of us at the Academy; some were appalled, but more were thrilled. It was such a deed as admits of no neutrality of opinion towards it. After the shock of the news wore off all of us, we began to chat among ourselves. One cadet said, "It's high time the Empire show its strength!" Said another, "I know, right? The government under the Republic was weak, letting itself be trampled by local interests. Governor Tarkin is just the sort of leader the Empire needs; he won't brook any rebellion." Said a third, "Tarkin's not afraid to show the galaxy he means business! Would that all governors were like him!" Such sentiments were shared by all my desk-neighbours. They sickened me with cognitive dissonance. I had wished to go into law enforcement to protect the galaxy from crime and disorder; to keep the citizenry safe. Joining the Empire seemed like a good way to do it at the time. But now that they had killed billions of civilians at a stroke, imposing on them the ultimate unsafety, I was not so sure. My unease must have shown on my face, because Nicholson, one of the junior cadets, said mockingly, "Decker, what's wrong? Have you been turning rebel?" Reflexively I answered, "No! Of course not!" Nevertheless, I tried to hide for the rest of class. After class, I went toward my dormitory, but found my way blocked by an anti-Imperial demonstration. A large crowd of many species — Humans, Twi'leks, even Gungans — was advancing toward me; I scurried away like a frightened womp rat. Having sequestered myself in a shelter, I heard blaster fire and turned round to look at it. A platoon of Stormtroopers had been deployed and was firing on the demonstrators. From what I could see, no one fired back. To my amazement, I saw a few cadets among the demonstrators. When I saw this, I said within myself, "I've no excuse anymore." That same day, I turned in my uniform and put as much distance as I could between myself and the Imperial City.

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Mmlreturn, week 2!

Got an AU, or just wanna draw/write MML characters in a movie role? This week, the theme is Alternate Universes!

Such as @imaginashon 's pirate au, or sci-fi au, or Hogwarts au

Or maybe a monster or fantasy au like @cutiepie-tro or @dawhitebag!

Or *cough* *whisper* bad boy au..... (sorry I'm slow at writing, but faster at drawing)

Feel free to post all week! (I'll try and post a drawing every other day)

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Murphy’s Law and the Pistachions

I have spent a lot of time pondering how something as utterly ridiculous as sapient pistachio trees taking over the world could possibly happen. Nevertheless, it has happened, and because of it, I, Elliot Decker, am of late the Safety Czar in exile. They have found me and driven me far from my seat of power. If we are to combat anything, we must understand its origins and methods. I have devoted the past year to finding out the origins and methods of the pistachions, as they are called. As far as I can determine, the pistachions have come in two waves, the present one being the first chronologically, but the second causally, because of the involvement of time-travel. However, I have not put much study to the more general trend of calamities occurring in preposterous degree and number around Milo Murphy — until just yesterday, when I sought all publicly available information on him. This study has enlightened me so much that I wonder that I haven't done it before. Milo Murphy (born about 2003) is a descendant of Elias Murphy (1813-1900). I shall not duplicate his full genealogy here, but it is available on request. Suffice it to say that Murphy's law (as it is called) only affects sons of Murphy, and never daughters. The cause of Murphy's law is unknown; I suspect it is one or two trickster gods who inflict it upon us for their own amusement and that of their fellows, vexing me in particular. Nonetheless, it began about 1831 and affected Elias, the only son of his parents; he was then about eighteen. Eventually it grew so intolerable to them that they disowned him. He roved from people to people until at last the Navaho expelled him from among them, and he established a homestead in the desert, which grew by degrees due to the great stranding of time-travellers which occurred around him. From that stranding, I conclude that the effects of Murphy's law are free to propagate forward or backward in time, or even up and out of it, according to caprice. I have on the authority of Vinnie Dakota that time-travel is not conducted in space-time as such, but in a separate "time-stream". This seems to suggest that Murphy's law reaches right out of time itself, and is, in a sense, transchronological. I am already familiar with the nature of Murphy's law's effects, inasmuch as I have had to deal with them from Milo Murphy daily. They are barely-plausible chain reactions resulting in destruction and/or injury. At this point in my research, I supposed that Murphy's law might have something to do with the pistachions. One day, I was reclining and watching Doctor Zone on broadcast television (I am indeed incorrigibly old-fashioned). The commercial break advertised a documentary on the history of the "new order," as the pistachions sometimes call themselves, to air right after Doctor Zone. I stuck around to watch it. In expectedly hagiographical tones, it talked about the founder of the order, Derek: how he founded Doctor Zone in 1965, which he used to fund his "undoing of the slothful humans by the very thing they love the most: entertainment"; how his father, King Pistachion, arose fifty-odd years later and was destroyed shortly thereafter, but King Pistachion will, 150 years hence, gender Derek; and so forth. At that part of the documentary, I hoped for an explanation of the origin of King Pistachion, but I was disappointed herein. "Causes following their effects," I thought within myself. "This implies time-travel." I took out the device I had found in the sewers beneath Lard World and inspected it. There was a label on it: "PROPERTY OF BUREAU OF TIME TRAVEL / DO NOT TAMPER" — beneath it another, smudged label: "IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO", and in handwriting: "B. Cavendish & V. Dakota, 1220 S. Water St., apt. #201, Danville 15, USA". I went to that address and knocked at the door. Nothing happened, so I called into the apartment: "I have something you lost." I heard discussion within. Probably they thought I might be a pistachion myself going about capturing them. At length a tall, senior, British man in antique finery answered the door, wielding a crowbar. "How do we know you're not a pistachion?" said he. "Wait a minute. I know you!" said I. "You're one of the time-travellers that messed up the space-time continuum so that Milo Murphy disappeared!" "What?" He turned away and talked to his roommate, who said in a New England accent, "Yeah, don't you remember? The talking squirrels, the Milo balloons, that guy crying out for 'Milo' —" "Well, I don't remember you, but he does. Come in." I learned that the British man was Balthazar Cavendish, and his roommate was Vinnie Dakota. They were the owners of the device I found, but it short-circuited as they were looking for Professor Time, the inventor of time-travel. At Professor Time's address, they found Heinz Doofenshmirtz, who ensnared them, Milo, his dog, and Orton Mahlson. I asked them: "Where did the pistachions come from to begin with?" Dakota answered: "As far as we know, King Pistachion was the first of them, and he originated as a pistachio tree in the courtyard of Jefferson County Middle School. He took over the future, but Milo and his friends, including us, destroyed him and all his armies. All except one, of course, that being Derek. He was climbing on our time-vehicle, and I knocked him off it with a bag of clocks. He must have fallen out of the time-stream in 1955, and that's when he began his scheme to take over the world, which it seems he has successfully carried out." I asked: "Do you know how that tree became King Pistachion?" Cavendish answered: "We don't. All we know is that he grew and eventually took over the world." Dakota said: "But you accidentally crushed him before." "Oh yes, that's true," said Cavendish. "But what could right a tree like that?" said I. "Our futuristic pistachio fertilizer might," said Dakota. "Talking of pistachioes..." He went off into the kitchen. I learned from them that they had that futuristic pistachio fertilizer in Milo's science class, while hiding in a closet. It appears that someone grabbed it and poured it on a diaminohexane spill, creating a sentient and pugnacious green blob. Such an occurrence is well within the possibility of Murphy's law. I think some of the blob settled on that tree and made it King Pistachion. I am firmly certain that that too is the work of Murphy's law, because obviously sapient pistachioes can take over the world, and they have done. Importantly, all this occurred in Milo Murphy's vicinity. Thus I have completely solved the riddle of the pistachions' origin. The futuristic pistachio fertilizer must have created the polydihexylamine, and perhaps there is a futuristic herbicide that can break it up. Or possibly more easily, if Murphy's law created this dystopia, it can surely destroy it too. I forgot to ask them where Milo was, but perhaps he is presently at work with Danville's top inventors to devise a way to bring the pistachions down.