#ug. Crazy about them

[sunterze]

Unrendered besties that I worked on absentmindedly during those interrogation things.. rp moves too damn fast

[rikusuriuri]

ik rusty and brock are very nonchalant about the clones 19 years down the line but i do think the first time they had to use them must have been awful, assuming jonas sr didn't have it perfected/completed for rusty . the clone slugs are one thing, but the computer housing their memories/selves (the computerized [souls]) is a whole different mess, plus it also just means watching your kids die (for the first time) . and it's not like competent clones are a thing you can test for. sure you can check that the slugs are functioning and healthy, but it's not like you can test your backup data is gonna work bc once you put that into a slug then it's not a clone slug anymore, now it's your son, and neither of you are gonna kill your son . one of you is supposed to keep those kids alive (well really both of you, but one of you is specifically hired for it) & one of you is such a failure in all things science, all you can do is hang on to your father's coattails and hope he keeps you afloat, but you call these slugs your life's work. and sure your dad was doing some clone research when he was alive, but these boys arent his, they're yours. And you dont want to be your father as a father you want to be your father as a scientist, and you make these clones because you're a father, not because you're a scientist . etc etc dont know where i was going w this . rips off my shirt to show off another shirt that says "ask me about my ideas on the vital relationships related to clone slug twin sons"

[stygiansauce]

heya I have a question about the whole sneak around plot you originally had for MOE

what happened when Grian eventually found out? like did Grian freak out because he was totally blindsided and only figured it out because he found them making out in the lab or something, or even worse from someone telling him? like from a scale of, im suprised but willing to accept this- to -I need to nuke Tango this instant, where would his reaction be?

have a nice day :3

<3 anon

HEY <3 ANON!!

SO, Margin of Error, before it was called Margin of Error and simply existed as "ranchers college au" in my document, was a friend's with benefits secrete relationship type vibes.

The plot worked out like this, chapter 1 lollipop scene lead into the chapter two finale. But instead of Tango being a nice dude that kept holding a conversation (testing the waters of what Jimmy would allow), they kissed.

They kissed and it was so freaking good I have it saved for another chapter so I can't even share Tangos crazy inner monologue about how Grian is gonna kill him but Jimmy is so perfect he can't stop. UG. one day I'll be able to share it how it originally was.

Then after that the plot qas being so into eachother can't keep their hands to themselves. And of course Jimmy already has feelings so the slow burn is Tango realizing it's more than hooking up.

BUT-- Grian found out because Tango got big angry and Jimmy calmed him down in seconds. And team ties was all "that's incredibly interesting huh." And it's ETHO who talks about it to bdubs and Grian. And bdubs, the man he is, spells out to Grian "Oh they are totally fuckin."

And grian connects the dots and I never got that far in the plot proceess!! Because by then I had posted chapter one and was already drafting new work. I think I have screenshots of this scene I'll put them under the cut.

Overall I am much happier with the current plot and character building. I think MOE is rather pretty compared to its first draft.

That's it, that's the whole scene start to finish.

[psychicreadsgirl]

Taking a pause on NewJeans readings until who knows when

I'm not sure what's gotten into people, but some people seem particularly sensitive and almost obsessed with NewJeans. Some people can't seem to take the readings that I've done for NewJeans. They are what they are. They're not there to make NewJeans look bad or let others use the readings to say bad things about NewJeans.

If you don't like my readings, then simply stay away from the blog and go to other blogs that you enjoy or go buy NewJeans merch or watch some NewJeans.

There always seems to be a trend with people becoming almost obsessive/crazy for some groups. I remember that BTS phase on tumblr where there were so many people obsessing over BTS in an unhealthy way. Now it seems to be NewJeans (for a select few, some members of Stray Kids, some members of Enhypen, some members of NCT and so on.) I rarely get very strong/obsessive requests about non Korean celebrities - perhaps only a handful. For some reason the kpop obsession is very extreme to the point where the idols somehow cannot be said to have any flaw and the idol members are all BFFs. We're all human - we have our strengths and weaknesses. We have our good sides and our bad sides. Are you bffs with everyone in your group project or with your coworkers/boss?

Just because a kpop idol has "dark" fantasies or desires that doesn't make them necessarily evil. Just because a kpop idol may do d*ugs doesn't make them terrible people too. Some idols might have temper problems but doesn't mean they go out there and punch whomever they want. Just because a kpop idol lacks empathy or is more manipulative doesn't make them a terrible person. Perhaps they were born like that or some situation caused them to be this way or their past life has influences on them.

(Honestly when I do a lot of readings, I'm always trying to dig for anything that's positive with my visions etc. Like can I get something positive/good?)

[thefourfan]

omga...... oh no... ruh og..... the animaticlock hyperfixation is coming back.... ug oh.... oh no!!!!!!!!!!! genderless crazy objects making out!!!!!!! auuuugghhhh *dissolves in the animaticlock acid*

WHARGGGGGGG OMGA U DISSOLVED WHAT THE FLIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should redraw this screenshot of them below ngl.... I haven't been on the Animaticlock grind as hard tho becuz my Biscuitbi- erm I mean my Murder Dronez hyperfixation rose back from the dead sorry about that lolz X_X

[lowwgold]

Does anyone know if there is an english version of the recent reynatis x twewy interview? I just heard about it, and from poorly google translating sections of it (and reading it at a surface level), it seems interesting. Very interesting... The twewy bit of the story is being overseen by some twewy devs. There's focus on merging the worldviews of both games for the story as well as there being interaction between the Reynatis and twewy characters. So the story shouldn't be too bad, especially with the amount of enthusiasm that is seemingly in this collab. The story is supposed to be from the beginning of twewy neo (?) so Rindo and Shoka aren't friends yet. They have to work together to return to their original world. I wonder how the ug and the noise are involved in this scenario. Theres going to be twewy music inside the game. Copy pasting is likely, since it seems that they are reusing data with some adjustments to make it work. No voice acting either :( . Still holding out my hope that more twewy characters show up, preferably the original ones. The original ones is less likely now though due to the timeline of it. Most exciting implication to me is that further, more detailed twewy collaboration (possibly with voice acting) is planned if there is a Reynatis 2. That is crazy!!!!!!!!! The fact that it is planned to return makes me wonder if the collab section of the story is at all canon to the plot. I'd like to think so! In any case, I have no doubt that we will see more from the TWEWY series. Especially if they plan on waiting several years through Reynatis 2's development for another collab. Here is the link to the japanese interview. Feel free to come to your own conclusions :P (and let me know about them hehe). https://news.denfaminicogamer.jp/interview/240517m

[omniblades-and-stars]

AO3 MEME

Tagged by @stormikins thanks!

Tagging: @sparatus, @thetrashbagswasteland, and @teamdilf

My AO3 is here, if you find yourself interested.

How many works do you have on AO3?

32

What's your total word count?

292,326 since like April 2023

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Way - Mass Effect Trilogy (Shakarian stuff, not my best work but people loved it)

2. Pass the Knife - Mass Effect Trilogy (OC centric adventure that everyone should go read please still in progress), I really shouldn't include this one because most of the kudos on this one were from a crazy bot attack and I got all but a handful of them in one night.

3. Tipping Point - Mass Effect Trilogy (Shakarian, part of a series of short little stories of Helen Shepard falling apart a little bit and leaning hard on Garrus)

4. Dyspnea - Mass Effect Trilogy (part of the same series as Tipping Point)

5. K.I.A. - Mass Effect Trilogy (oh man you guessed it! part of that same series featuring a Garrus POV)

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

Yes, I do! I just love talking to people in general and I love interacting with people about my stories.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Oh that's going to be this one, hands down:

drowning

It's an installment in my Shrios assassin v. assassin AU which I still haven't decided if it's how things actually go. But goddamn, it is DARK.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Wow, uuuhhhmmm that I've posted on AO3?

How about my story about a krogan OC who had a real bad time but then found her truth and the will to thrive?

Left to Ashes

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet! That doesn't mean I won't ever, but I haven't had any ideas that scratch the brain real good.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. One time someone did come in to correct my usage of an incorrect homophone (or homonym? I'm not fucking looking up what's what right now) and said literally nothing else, so that was cool. Didn't care for that.

Do you write smut?

Uuuuuuuhhh not really. I have in the past, but it's not one of my strengths. I get terribly embarrassed while I write it (hello religious trauma and shame I'm still unlearning). I do write things slightly to the left of smut pretty frequently.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. I think that would be fun, but I am a very off and on writer, so that could make working with another person difficult.

What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh isn't this just the most difficult question for me.

Obviously, we have Zaeed/Shepard, Tali/Shepard, Thane/Shepard, Blackwall/Inquisitor. I'll stop there because I will list so many because I love characters.

What's a WIP that you want to finish don't think you ever will?

I really want to finish Devil Like Me but I started over thinking it and now I've lost the plot. I probably just need to start over.

What are your writing strengths?

Character voice, dialogue, and very strong emotional beats through the use of descriptive metaphor, paced punctuation, and repetition. It's one of my most favorite things to write.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing.action.

Ug, I fucking hate it. I'm also terrible at planning and editing. Far too much ADHD for either of those things.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I have done it but I am mostly monolingual so it's not something I make a habit of it.

I will use phrases and words from in universe languages. I play around with elven and qunlat a lot.

What's the first fandom you wrote for?

That I posted? Dragon Age. But when I was like 11 or 12 I wrote some Lord of the Rings fic in a notebook and then I threw it away because I was embarrassed by it.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

One day I will write a Tomb Raider adventure. No ships, I have opinions about Lara Croft ships.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

This is cheating, but I have three:

The Last Time (A Game of Cat and Mouse) - Shrios assassin v assassin AU.

Don't Forget the Rules (A Game of Charades) - part two of the above

blood & grenadine - a very fun Zaeed/Garrus fake dating romp. Please you have to read it, whether or not you're into that ship, it has the merits of being fucking hilarious.

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Moray and Martlet: Partners in Crime!?

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54253336 by Gavywavy Martlet Realises she has feelings for Moray at one of Starlos iconic hoe downs, she calls them to the rooftops of UG apartments to tell them but Moray rushes off somwhere in a hurry Martlet follows them and finds something crazy out about Moray! Hilarity ensues!!!! Words: 7717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of The Martletverse Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Martlet (Undertale Yellow - Master Sword), Moray (Undertale Yellow - Master Sword), Some light Ceroba Ketsukane, Also Starlo, And also also a Chujin hallucination Relationships: Martlet (Undertale Yellow - Master Sword) & Moray (Undertale Yellow - Master Sword) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54253336

[pesterloglog]

Meenah Peixes, Rufioh Nitram, Kankri Vantas

Act 6, page 5398

MEENAH: sup nitram

RUFIOH: oh, hey doll... you were gone a crazy long t1me...

RUFIOH: good to have you back, though... yo, that bomb stunt you pulled was some crazy sh*t.

#thought you were hatch1ng a sweet f1duspawn w1th that th1ng tbh...

MEENAH: wasnt no thang

RUFIOH: don't sell yourself short... 1 don't th1nk 1 could have done that. you're pretty gangsta, pe1xes.

MEENAH: yeah i know

MEENAH: hey lets stop talking about how badbass i am a minute and talk about you

#wanna axe you things

RUFIOH: shoot, doll...

MEENAH: those wings

MEENAH: you was hatched with em right

MEENAH: or i guess pupated them

#when you hit puperty??

RUFIOH: ha, yeah that's r1ght... 1'm a "m*tant"... don't tell kankr1 1 sa1d that! he's my boy, but you know how he's not down w1th l1ngo l1ke that...

#lingo like... #you know... #regular words

MEENAH: ug dont even say it he will like teleport into our conversation with ghost magic just to shoosh you

RUFIOH: yeah... he does that to you too, huh... that's some crazy sh*t!

MEENAH: ok so you always had wings then

MEENAH: then i guess you arent secretly a god tier or

RUFIOH: nah... m1ght have been cool to go full on rogue... hey, maybe you coulda g1ven me l1ke, steal1ng po1nters... what as a th1ef and all!

RUFIOH: but naw, 1 don't th1nk 1 could have gone through w1th that... not 1ntent1onally 1 mean...

MEENAH: what why not

RUFIOH: 1 don't know... k1ll1ng yourself, that's... a heavy th1ng to do. 1'm not l1ke you, meenah... 1 don't th1nk anyone 1s... well maybe damara 1s k1nda... but maybe we shouldn't go 1nto that, hahaha. let unhatched f1duspawn l1e, you know...

MEENAH: ...

RUFIOH: what 1'm say1ng 1s, you got game... and 1 can d1g that... but 1 was never as brave as people always thought... 1 don't know why they always thought that about me. maybe 1t's my w1ngs or my mohawk... or when 1 shout bangarang somet1mes real loud? makes 1t seem l1ke 1'm the sh1t, w1th b1g self esteem... but my self esteem 1s noth1ng really to crow about... 1 dunno...

MEENAH: alright so you never god tiered but i still dont get somefin

MEENAH: didnt you have a totally fuckin stupid robot body at some point or did i just imagine that

MEENAH: that whole period of time in our session was reel foggy to me i guess because i was dead for a while there

#maybe i got the ghost madness #could SWEAR you was a metal horse tho

RUFIOH: yeaaah...

RUFIOH: no, the robot body was def1n1tely a th1ng... 1 k1nd of blocked that out of my memory too, haha... that was... that sh*t was someth1ng else, yo! crazy...

RUFIOH: 1'm sure you remember how all that started... back when damara and 1 were st1ll dat1ng... r1ng any bells?

MEENAH: yeah

MEENAH: fuckin megido

MEENAH: do we really need to rehash that ancient bullshit drama

#bull #lol #wait... #why dont you ever do bull puns? #FAIL

RUFIOH: no, no... heh, just say1ng 1s all... 1t was that whole th1ng... anyway, that's when horuss was k1nd of mack1ng on me, remember... and 1 wasn't all about to vac1llate w1th h1m and her cause 1 knew how she was... d*mn, so jealous... so f***1ng crazy...

RUFIOH: so she made me a cr*pple, remember?

MEENAH: tag that shit homie

#abaloneism

RUFIOH: d*mn, yeah... 1 mean, she busted me up... couldn't move a muscle... well, could st1ll flap my w1ngs well enough, haha...

RUFIOH: really, 1 thought 1t would be alr1ght, just flapp1ng w1ngs around... 1 could st1ll fly and just hang there l1mp... m1ght have been a dope look!

RUFIOH: but nah... horuss thought better of 1t. bu1lt me the robo-bod, wh1ch was pretty t1ght...

#l1ke l1terally... #screwed that sh*t together T1GHT! #dude 1s good

RUFIOH: lost my w1ngs though wh1ch sucked... and k1nd of awkward just hav1ng a real guy's head on top of a b1g metal body and mak1ng all those d*mn legs move the r1ght way, you know... trott1ng 1s hard work yo.

#espec1ally on sta1rs... #}:(

RUFIOH: better than be1ng a cr*pple though. 1 mean a quadr1pleg1c, oops, haha... but 1 guess you d1dn't know what happened after that, s1nce you and damara were k1ll1ng each other and all...

MEENAH: no what

RUFIOH: well... 1 d1ed. yeah... but...

RUFIOH: that's l1ke... wow, long story... guess you never heard... 1'll tell you some other t1me, 1t's th1s whole crazy th1ng. but...

RUFIOH: 1 was dead, r1ght? and horuss k1ssed me back to l1fe... but just my head 1 th1nk... he was probably stand1ng on some mounta1n str1k1ng a pose l1ke a f***1ng gangsta, probably f1ght1ng a hoofbeast w1th a flam1ng mane and all...

#hope someone pa1nted that sh*t... #1nstant masterp1ece

RUFIOH: so yeah, next you saw me 1 had my normal body aga1n... 1t was cool of h1m to help me all the ways he has.

RUFIOH: and yeah, we went out, me and h1m... for a long t1me after that, k1nda off and on, even after we d1ed... 1n case you were gonna ask...

MEENAH: i wasnt

RUFIOH: r1ght... haha... too much 1nformat1on 1 guess? sorry doll.

RUFIOH: 1 always wanted to thank you for stand1ng up for me... you know, when she cr*ppled me... even though 1t cost ya... that was pure class, pe1xes, 1'll never forget 1t.

MEENAH: man i wouldnt have had to if you could just stand up for yourself sometimes

MEENAH: i mean being paralyzed notfishstanding

RUFIOH: heh... yeah... 1 guess...

MEENAH: you are the only guy in our group who was ever even close to being pretty cool

MEENAH: everyone else sucks but you were almost alright

MEENAH: you were always such a pushover though

MEENAH: pretty lame bro

#TW #CRIPPLE ENTENDRE #suck it

KANKRI: Excuse me. Meenah, "lame" is an a6leist slur, which in this c9ntext is REALLY inappr9priate. Tagging y9ur j9kes with "ir9nic" trigger warnings really d9es n9t excuse the 6ehavi9r. I'll thank y9u t9 refrain fr9m using such terms in the future.

#Als9, when walking, 6e careful n9t t9 flaunt the health 9f y9ur legs.

MEENAH: AAAAAUG)(A

[katelina77]

Ok. Laut Psycholog, soll ich jetzt alle meine Gedanken aufschreiben.. also los geht's..

I don't mind losing, but I don't like not being able to win. I hate unfair. And this feels unfair.

Even if they think there is no bias, I'd say there is. The more you expect someone to be able to do, the less you give up on them when they don't do everything on first try. it works the other way around too.

I'm not all into killing myself right now, but a few hours ago I was. Crazy. But yeah it's like. I don't have to worry about anything, like... There is always an escape.. idk

In the end I am satisfied with my doors knowledge. It wasn't horrible. The Grundeinstellung fucked me over but okay. Also it's so funny how I forget literally so much, almost everything except for the stuff I've already literally done before. So stupid.

Also, Türe einstellen ist eine Reparatur. Ich muss das nicht einmal wissen. 🙄

But whatever. Grundeinstellung : du drehst die Druckwellenschalter HINTEN zu bis es handfest ist, dann drehst es 1.5 Umdrehungen AUF. Grundeinstellung. Thing with that is, it's so fucking subjective cause wtf is handfest 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 subjective shit.

I know there will be another test later and it'll be okay and I'll be able to do it then. I know I'll learn until then, okay. I know I'll be bitched about by certain people for not having done it the first time. But yeah, you know. Fuck it. Thank god I wasn't let through, I wouldn't like to be responsible for shit I don't know about yet. That's completely fine and fair. But the fact I just KNOW there will be some bitches saying I'm stupid for that, is crazy. Like. Stfu. God damn.

It is also crazy to say there is no stress. Yeah, there is. Once I did it with this guy and he every time I slowed down told me to just speed up cause otherwise I'll be slow forever. Girl. I, personally, need time to build my knowledge up. First I do it slow, then, when I'm grounded in my knowledge, I can do it faster. If you can't do it slow then you can't do it fast, right.. so let me do it slow at first.

Auslesen was okay, so I'm happy for that one.

Okay. Realistically, in one month I will be able to do this. I will try my best to get as much ACTUAL practice as possible. I want to ACTUALLY do it. How come any time I say "komm, mach UG mit mir" they just fucking go ahead and do it themselves. Sure, they explain. That doesn't mean I know magically know how to do it. Or, I might understand how to do it, but if I have 3 people standing beside me looking at what I'm doing, I forget everything and can only rely on what I've done 1000 times before. Honestly? It's a huge systematic failure, cause they want me to know what I'm doing, but they don't want to let me actually try and do it.

Worst case... I take too long. I don't see why that's an issue. Honestly. I don't. I know what we actually do all day (sit around). So compared to that, if I took too long, wowie. Who cares. Why the fuck is it such a big deal. Idk how often I've seen people doing not even half of what I just did like.. girl. Leave me alone.

Mikey you have no right to talk.

Ok. Jetzt stehe ich vor eine Federspeicherbremse. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

Ok. Jetzt stehe ich. Vor eine. Federspeicherbremse. Okay. Jetzt. Bin ich gelöst oder nicht? (Muss checken..) Okay.. ich bin gelöst.. (warum????) okay.. jetzt... Halte ich die Maßband.. irgendwo dass ich nicht wegrutsche.. jetzt messe ich die LINKE Seite... 20.5.1.. oh warte. 20,6.. okay. Jetzt... Halte ich es fest.. jetzt.. bin ich gelöst? Oh.. ich muss nochmal checken.. na warte.. das habe ich schon gemacht.. oh. Jetzt schaut das ur blöd aus. Okay.. denk..e.. denke was habe ich vorher gesagt.. bin ich gelöst.. oh scheiße.. was habe ich vorher gesagt... Okay... Uhm....... Ich muss nochmal checken.. okay.. ich bin gelöst.. (warum??) ich halte die Maßband nochmal fest.. okay.. uhm. Ich bin gelöst.. also.. "BREEEMMMSEEENNNN!!!" *Bremst. Bremse bewegt sich*.. oh.. es hat sich bewegt. Okay.. oh shit.. welche Seite habe ich jetzt gemessen? Linke Seite? Warte nein.. rechte Seite? Was habe ich da gemessen... 26? Viel zu viel.. oh scheiße.. jetzt.. ehm.. ich kann nochmal lösen.. warte.. bin ich gelöst... Aber ich habe vergessen.. okay... Also.. jetzt die linke Seite... 21.5.. hmm... Okay.. linke seite, merken, 21.5. okay. Oh. Bin ich jetzt gelöst? Oh... Shit.. habe ich vergessen.... Hmm.... Okay egal... Uhmm... "BREEEEMSSEEEN!" ... .... .... ... ... *Nichts passiert*.. hat er mich nicht gehört.. uhm.... "LÖÖÖÖÖSEN!!!" *Bremse bewegt sich*.. oh.. shit........ .... Was.. was. Habe ich letztens gemessen? Okay.. 21... 21.5.. bin ich jetzt gelöst oder gebremst... Okay... Uhm...,😅😅😅😅😅 es wird jetzt immer schlimmer.. oh... Hm.. eheh... Whoops..oh.. wha..was.. was habe ich da.. was habe ich zuletzt.. eigentlich... Hm... L..linke Seite.. 21.5... hm... Okay.. also.. eh..eheh... 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😭😭😭😭

Okay jetzt bin ich vor eine Solenoidbremse. Oh. "Lösen!" "Es ist schon gelöst, es ist eine Solenoidbremse" . . . . .???? Like.. you want to tell me actually actually actually that this shit.... Is simply......... Standing there.... Doing nothing... Not even keeping you from rolling, really..?.. that's so.... Pathetic... I hope the E2 dies. Please. What is this... Haben wir da eine Federspeicherbremse überhaupt... Wie geht das.. ich will einfach schlafen.. ich habe letztens so viel geschlafen und trotzdem will ich nur schlafen, schlafen, schlafen...

[forbiddenfragmentgypsy]

You Wanna Be a Design Engineer? Here's What You're Really Signing Up For!

If you think design engineers just sit in AC offices clicking away on CAD software while sipping coffee… well, okay, sometimes that's true. But there's a lot more to it — and spoiler alert: it involves brainpower, patience, teamwork, and a love-hate relationship with deadlines.

Let’s break it down — human to human.

 A) What Does a Design Engineer Actually Do (Besides Fighting with CAD)?

1. Comes Up with Cool Ideas

Design starts with the brain. A client says, “We need this widget to do this magic.” Your job? Make the magic happen — on paper first. Expect lots of sketches, wild ideas, and maybe a few “Wait, what if we just…?” moments.

2.  Becomes Best Friends with CAD

If you're not vibing with CATIA, SolidWorks, or UG-NX, you’re in the wrong room. You’ll be modeling, dimensioning, zooming in 3000% just to fix a tiny fillet. Tip: Ctrl+Z will become your favorite move.

3.  Builds & Breaks Things (Intentionally)

Next comes testing. You either build a prototype or run simulations to see if your “brilliant idea” survives real-world conditions. Sometimes it does. Sometimes it breaks. You learn. You cry. You design again.

4.  Talks. A Lot.

Design engineers spend half the time discussing things with R&D, production, and quality teams. Because what works on screen doesn't always work on the shop floor — and trust us, the shop floor folks will let you know loud and clear.

5.  Writes the Boring but Important Stuff

Drawings. BOMs. Assembly instructions. Documentation. Not exactly thrilling — but super important. Because without it, no one knows what you made, how to build it, or where to bolt that last screw.

 B) Career Scope: Where Can This Crazy Ride Take You?

 Job Titles You Might Hold

CAD Engineer, Design Engineer, Product Developer, or eventually, someone who says “Back in my day, we used a mouse to draw everything…”

 Industries That Want You

Auto, aerospace, appliances, robotics, heavy machinery, medical devices — basically any industry that builds physical products.

 Why It’s a Solid Career

Machines are evolving. Designs are changing. New products come out every week. That means more opportunities for people who can bring ideas to life (aka YOU).

Specialization = More Power

Want to be the go-to plastic parts guy? Or a BIW sheet metal champ? Specializing gets you deeper into niche roles and leadership positions — plus cooler job titles.

 Bonus: Freelance & Consulting

Once you’ve got the experience, you can freelance or consult. Imagine being your own boss, working on multiple projects, and charging by the hour (yes, the dream is real).

 C) Honest Tips If You're Serious About This

1. Master at Least One CAD Tool

You don’t need to learn them all — just pick one and go deep. Learn the shortcuts, the tricks, and the workarounds like your life depends on it (because your job might).

 2. Pay Attention to the Tiny Details

That 0.2mm error? It’ll cost you hours later in redesign. Trust us. The devil really is in the dimensions.

 3. Learn How Stuff Gets Made

Knowing how your design will be manufactured is game-changing. A good design looks cool. A great design works, is cheap, and can actually be built.

 4. Be a Puzzle Solver

If fixing problems gives you a dopamine rush, welcome home. Whether it's interference errors or strength failures — you’ll have puzzles to solve every day.

5. Be a Team Player

This is not a lone-wolf role. You’ll work with every department and probably get blamed by all of them at some point. Stay calm, fix the issue, and grab some chai.

 Final Thoughts (No Corporate Buzzwords, Promise)

Design engineering is where ideas become reality — but it’s not always pretty. Some days you’ll feel like a genius, others like a frustrated intern. But if you love solving problems, making things better, and leaving your mark on actual products, this job is for you.

Oh, and one more thing —

[saltycrestsatyr]

You Wanna Be a Design Engineer? Here's What You're Really Signing Up For!

If you think design engineers just sit in AC offices clicking away on CAD software while sipping coffee… well, okay, sometimes that's true. But there's a lot more to it — and spoiler alert: it involves brainpower, patience, teamwork, and a love-hate relationship with deadlines.

Let’s break it down — human to human.

 A) What Does a Design Engineer Actually Do (Besides Fighting with CAD)?

1. Comes Up with Cool Ideas

Design starts with the brain. A client says, “We need this widget to do this magic.” Your job? Make the magic happen — on paper first. Expect lots of sketches, wild ideas, and maybe a few “Wait, what if we just…?” moments.

2.  Becomes Best Friends with CAD

If you're not vibing with CATIA, SolidWorks, or UG-NX, you’re in the wrong room. You’ll be modeling, dimensioning, zooming in 3000% just to fix a tiny fillet. Tip: Ctrl+Z will become your favorite move.

3.  Builds & Breaks Things (Intentionally)

Next comes testing. You either build a prototype or run simulations to see if your “brilliant idea” survives real-world conditions. Sometimes it does. Sometimes it breaks. You learn. You cry. You design again.

4.  Talks. A Lot.

Design engineers spend half the time discussing things with R&D, production, and quality teams. Because what works on screen doesn't always work on the shop floor — and trust us, the shop floor folks will let you know loud and clear.

5.  Writes the Boring but Important Stuff

Drawings. BOMs. Assembly instructions. Documentation. Not exactly thrilling — but super important. Because without it, no one knows what you made, how to build it, or where to bolt that last screw.

 B) Career Scope: Where Can This Crazy Ride Take You?

 Job Titles You Might Hold

CAD Engineer, Design Engineer, Product Developer, or eventually, someone who says “Back in my day, we used a mouse to draw everything…”

 Industries That Want You

Auto, aerospace, appliances, robotics, heavy machinery, medical devices — basically any industry that builds physical products.

 Why It’s a Solid Career

Machines are evolving. Designs are changing. New products come out every week. That means more opportunities for people who can bring ideas to life (aka YOU).

Specialization = More Power

Want to be the go-to plastic parts guy? Or a BIW sheet metal champ? Specializing gets you deeper into niche roles and leadership positions — plus cooler job titles.

 Bonus: Freelance & Consulting

Once you’ve got the experience, you can freelance or consult. Imagine being your own boss, working on multiple projects, and charging by the hour (yes, the dream is real).

 C) Honest Tips If You're Serious About This

1. Master at Least One CAD Tool

You don’t need to learn them all — just pick one and go deep. Learn the shortcuts, the tricks, and the workarounds like your life depends on it (because your job might).

 2. Pay Attention to the Tiny Details

That 0.2mm error? It’ll cost you hours later in redesign. Trust us. The devil really is in the dimensions.

 3. Learn How Stuff Gets Made

Knowing how your design will be manufactured is game-changing. A good design looks cool. A great design works, is cheap, and can actually be built.

 4. Be a Puzzle Solver

If fixing problems gives you a dopamine rush, welcome home. Whether it's interference errors or strength failures — you’ll have puzzles to solve every day.

5. Be a Team Player

This is not a lone-wolf role. You’ll work with every department and probably get blamed by all of them at some point. Stay calm, fix the issue, and grab some chai.

 Final Thoughts (No Corporate Buzzwords, Promise)

Design engineering is where ideas become reality — but it’s not always pretty. Some days you’ll feel like a genius, others like a frustrated intern. But if you love solving problems, making things better, and leaving your mark on actual products, this job is for you.

Oh, and one more thing — Never underestimate the power of a Ctrl+S.

[mbvvacationbibleschool]

Di Mi Tri

The other day after a long hiatus I took a tab of LSD-25 (155 ug) at around 9:30 AM when I had the house to myself.

I was really impressed by the strength of this rather old single tab and spent a good part of the morning thinking about practical ways that I ought to improve my life (LSD really do be instant psychotherapy) as I watched the ceiling erupt into shifting patterns to The Dark Side of the Moon. I was a little worried I would be consumed by the acid but I remained calm.

I went for a brief walk around the neighborhood. Then I came back to take a little tiny miniscule bowl of marijuana and I got under some sheets. Through the pattern of fabric I saw purple geometric patterns and tiny dots of white sparkling light

I thought "I still have my courage. I should smoke a little bit more." That's when I remembered I had D M T.

I put on Jonsi's album Riceboy Sleeps.

I took several very small drags and didn't get as far as I wanted. In my frustration or determination I took an additional puff and laid back. The DMT was a little bit sedating. I fell into a space.

I think my DMT trip happened mostly during the first song. These weird noises in the song became the chatter of entities.

There were blue geometric patterns that resembled feathers, mosses, and the carapace of sowbugs (repeating overlapping soft angled scales) and I perceived chattering beings. I felt as though I was in the presence of things that welcomed me and were like me and that I had been there "always" and "always" had been among them. There was something strange going on linguistically - I was perceiving gibberish with sylables like the word "hens," with repeating motifs of certain consanent sounds - S, N, H, F, (soft letters) which merged with the visuals and the feeling.

The geometry was somewhat slow moving and 2- dimensional, I suppose psychonaut.wiki would classify it as "level 3" or perhaps a lite "level 4." Limited color palette, dark, smallish, zoomed out. Next there were several (maybe 5) branched fractal structures that resembled a lobed leaf perhaps with a squared off end, in silver and deep hues of burgundy. These structures gave me the feeling that they were bugs, that WE were bugs (mantids?) The same feeling of comradery and belonging permeated. I was safe and among friends.

It was a bit delirious to say the least but I wouldn't describe it as feeling subjectively intense at the time. The body load was comfortable and light. I simply found myself somewhere experiencing these things suddenly without any meta-narrative of coming up or fear or anything like that, no propulsion through interstellar space.

I think vaping small controlled amounts of DMT is nothing like smoking a breakthrough amount. I was surprised that DMT is quite distinct from other hallucinogens in content. I have heard of these themes before- that it has something to do with language, and that there is a welcoming feeling and there are entities. I wish I could remember more because there definitely was more content in the portion of the trip that I was sipping the vape.

I remember the appearance of the magenta scene with the "mantids" well enough that I am going to try to draw it. There wasn't so much distinct figures (there were no faces) as much as this feeling that I was among several someones.

I remember later in that afternoon (or was it before?) I went to the bathroom and lit some candles and performed some kind of magical ritual - I still had hours of LSD to ride out- I made a sigil of my intent and just kept drawing based on intuition, and I ended up drawing this matriarch type woman with a stern look (and a sigil as her eyes) wearing a sultan's turban. "What is this deity?" I asked myself.

I spent a lot of time thinking about vegetation and global warming (it was 27 in early may which is crazy hot for this time of year).

The rest of the trip was typical coming down off of acid residual stimulation.

[lyon-amore]

What if...? Duskwood

Story of ‘What if instead of Jake and MC meeting each other on chat, they had the conversation face to face?’ I added a bit of conversation between Jake and MC, to give it a more realistic touch that they are face to face. The conversation in the chats and with Jake are all directly from the Spanish translation, so you will find it different. I hope you like it ^^

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------      "I said we're not going to cover that story!" my superior, Christian, yells at me in front of everyone.     "But he's innocent!” I shout exasperated with that man we always end up fighting ”I've been investigating and there are many things we can report-"     "Listen, baby,” I roll my eyes at that nickname, I know he doesn't mean flirtation, but rather as an insult for being younger than him ”I've been working on this for more years than you. We're not the police, we don't show evidence, we just report.” He taps me on the shoulder authoritatively. ”Here you are not the daughter of a famous policeman, here you are a common journalist, do you understand? ” I bite my tongue, avoiding insulting him or complaining about how he talked to me. He was my superior, I just corrected the misspellings in the news.     "That's clear, Mr. Jones." I put on my charming smile, swallowing my anger.     "Fine." He pats me on the shoulder and leaves. I return to my table.  I take a breath.  I grab my bag, open it and scream into it. Pissed off.     "Christian again?" I hear Lian, feeling her stroke my hair like a worried mother.     "That guy drives me nuts." I look up, dropping my bag back on the dangling chair. "I'm the only person in this place that he bothers. Only me!"     "Perhaps he likes you?"      I raise my head, arching my eyebrow with a 'Really?' in my eyes. She laughs and I put my head in my hands.     "Well, if he likes me, he's terrible." I try to calm down a bit. It was a shame that Christian was a clean guy when it came to not hiding anything. He saw him and was very clear about things. Except he had a huge ego "Guys who act like kids don't go for me."     "Maybe the 'master and submissive' thing suits him." she replies thoughtfully, while caressing her pregnant belly.     “Thanks for giving me that image in my head, ug…"      She laughs again and gives me a loving squeeze on my shoulder before leaving. I see in my folder all the information I had for the news. Fuck everything I had researched. I have to correct someone else's spelling mistakes. Meanwhile, Mr. Jones has to tell the only thing that has been known so far. I can’t take this.  I grab my bag and my jacket. I turn off the computer screen and leave before break time. I need to calm down a bit.  As I wait for the elevator, my phone rings. A message. I pick it up to turn it off, but am surprised to see that the message is from someone I don't know. No one at all that I don't know has my number. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thomas Hello? Are you there? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I look at the message a couple of times, until I dare to reply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie Do I know you?  Thomas I don't know ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The named Thomas writes and deletes the message. I enter the elevator and hit the first floor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thomas It doesn't matter how I say it... It's crazy I've been through it so many times Wait a minute I have to go for the others Don’t go offline ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I see how little by little he is getting people into the group, which means that I understands the situation much less and less. Cleo, Richy, Lilly, Dan... None of those names ring a bell. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dan You're not going to do it now, are you...  Thomas Dan, please shut up ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I blink a couple of times. There seems to be some tension between them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie Uh, I'm a little confused  Thomas Sorry, I already have it ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The one called Dan and Cleo talk about me like I'm not there. He bring in another girl, this time called Jessy, how many more people are you going to bring to this group and why do I have to be here? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie What is all this about?  Thomas Okay Let's see how I say it  Dan Wow that's great 👌  Lilly Who are you? And how do you know my sister? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "But who does this girl think she is?" I muttered under my breath, stepping out of the elevator. I can tell from the speed at which she has written that she is nervous and angry. As if I'm to blame for 'Who knows what' she's referring to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie But aren't you the ones who invited ME? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I get further away from the building, I find out a little more about the situation. A girl named Hannah Donfort had disappeared three days ago. Mysteriously, that girl had passed my phone number to the boy named Thomas. But I wonder: If I don't know this girl, how come she has my phone number? As I have thought before, no one should have it. If she has it, there's only one thing that comes to mind and I'd rather not think about it.  The incredible thing is that all this interests me. The blood of an investigator runs through my veins, it's normal that it calls my attention, but why my number?  << Why? Why? Why?>> Ugh… How easy it would be to have Hannah in front of me so I could ask her some questions, about why me. I was so immersed in the conversation that I even got on the bus and went to the park near my old apartment. At the moment I didn't want to go back to work and have to see the face of that idiot Christian again. Oh… If I could, I'd make him shut up, but I can't.     "If he wasn't such an idiot, it would even be interesting…" I murmured to myself. I continue the conversation with Thomas this time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie Didn't you go to the police with my number?  Thomas Exact I wanted to, but The message that Hannah had sent me has suddenly disappeared -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    "What?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macie It was deleted?  Thomas I don't know It wasn’t me! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh… This is interesting! Did the missing girl delete my phone number? It's proof that she couldn't blame her boyfriend for her disappearance. Why would she? Unless… It wasn't her who deleted it.     "Oh… This is too exciting…" I murmured, clutching the phone. I felt again like that 15-year-old teenager helping her father. I try to be understanding of Thomas, also understanding how concerned he should be. If he really was the culprit, he must have known my number somehow, because choosing one when doing so to blame someone innocent? That was being cold-blooded. And without the message, he can't go to the police either, they would think he was guilty of his disappearance. No evidence: Instantly suspicious. We stop talking because he has to go pick up his brother and I realize I'm running late. I should get back to work now. I get to the bus stop and sit down. Had I known I was going to take this walk, I wouldn't have worn them. Two cats come up to me and rub against my legs. In this area there were quite a few stray cats and these, in particular, used to give them food.    "Hey, hello little ones," I pet one and listen to how it purrs. "How are you, Salem?" I ask the black cat, while the gray asks me to pet her too "Do you want too, Mary?" I hold out my hand and hear a notification. I hope it's not from work, it's enough that I left without warning.    "A chat between Dan and Jessy?" I ask myself, as I read the conversation. They say that curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, reading this private conversation, I must have killed everyone in the neighborhood, because I never imagined that this could be done. It was like reading the transcripts of messages from suspects. My heart raced the more I read. I even stopped petting the cats because of the distraction. Sadly, the conversation ends. But not before seeing that someone named '???' has added me.    "What?"       "And? What do you think?” I hear a male voice behind me, which makes my skin crawl because of the calm tone.        I turn and in the alley, there is a boy leaning on one of the corners of the building, hidden in the shadows. I start to analyze him. Observe him: He must measure at least one eighty. Everything he wear is black. From the sweatshirt, to the sports ones. Nothing flashy that can be identified. He has black, neck-length, wavy hair. It doesn't look like it's been fixed either, because he has a three-day stubble, as if he doesn't much care. But I admit, he looks great on it, even attractive. His green eyes stand out against the dark tone of his hair. Tired eyes, but he has an intense look. He doesn't look very old, although his tired look makes him seem so. I'm sureI think he is doing the same thing as me. He is also watching me.     << Why does my face burn? >>     "I don't know what you mean." I reply, trying to keep my composure.     "The chat between Jessy and Dan." Even though he doesn't smile with his lips, he does with his eyes. Almost as if he was proud of himself. I would also bet on his tone of voice. "It was me. That's why you were able to read their conversation." What did I think? Part of me wants to refuse to answer him. As if I don't want to give him the pride of saying that I loved it, but my lips move on their own and my brain doesn't react to the man in front of me.     "It was exciting." I reply, a little embarrassed.      He lets out a small laugh, flipping his cell phone over.     "I'm glad." He looks me straight in the eye. He is a stranger... Maybe he's even crazy or a pervert... So why am I so fascinated by him? "In fact, I expected such a reaction" Okay, my mood has changed. I frown thinking he's another Christian, an idiot with an ego. "You caught my attention.” I press the phone against my chest, trying to calm down. "It is important that you know things that others don't know. "     "What do you mean?" I ask, standing firm now.     "Let's not talk here" I see how he puts on a black mask and raises the hood—Would you like a coffee? "     "What? It's just that I- "I turn and watch my bus drive away. I hadn't even noticed that it had arrived "Great... "     "Follow me." Mister Mysterious begins to walk quickly and I follow him. We don't speak on the way, but I see him looking over his shoulder at me, checking to see if I'm there. All this is very strange. First my phone number and now this guy has made me see a private conversation. We arrive at the cafeteria where I always went and he sits at a table away from everyone. I let out a sigh, coming to the table and sitting down across from him.     "Aren't you going to take that off?" I ask, leaving my bag on the chair.     "I'm fine like this." he answers, looking into my eyes.     "If that makes you comfortable." I guess he's shy. The waitress walks over and smiles. Obviously me.     "Macie!" She Exclaims me happily "We haven't seen you around here for years, how are you?"     "Very well, Ana." I nod, with a small laugh.     "Should I bring you the usual?"     "Yes of course."     “And you?” she asks, looking at the man.      Mister Mysterious doesn't answer, he just looks at me.     "The same as me," I answer for him, after a long silence.     "Is it something about your job?" The waitress leans in and whispers to me, never taking her eyes off him.     "Yeah, don't worry, I don't think he bites." I teased, trying to get him to hear.      I watch as he rolls his eyes and the waitress walks off, leaving us alone.     "That way she stays calm," I comment, placing my hands on the table and interlacing them, I felt as if I were questioning him. "You don't mind that I asked for you, right?"     "No, you've been... Kind." I'd like to know if behind that mask there's a smile or maybe he's serious, but the intensity of his gaze makes me think he is grateful.     "Thank you," I smile, showing myself calm. This whole situation is too exciting, almost from a movie. But it's more my instincts as an investigator that makes me interested "Why don't you tell me your name? I think I deserve to know knowing that you have invited me to a coffee. "    “Actually, I asked if you wanted one, not that I'm going to pay for it.” He leans across the table. I smiled seeing that he just loosened up a bit and cleared her throat. "Let's see, in short" his countenance changes, now he seems more serious. He doesn't seem so eerily charming anymore. “My identity is irrelevant. Let's not waste time with irrelevant questions."     "I think I have a right to know who I'm dealing with, don't you?" I lean in too, whispering.     "Like I said, you don't need to know," he says harshly. "I don't need you to tell me about your life either, it doesn't help us."     "Okay, you're the boss, Mister Mysterious." I accept the coffee they bring and take a sip.     "I witnessed the kidnapping." I nearly choked on my coffee. This is not what I expected "This is all you need to know for now.” I remain silent, listening to his deep voice so as not to attract attention. I don't think I've ever wanted to hear a voice like that so much before. "I'm in possession of passwords, emails, I have access to private accounts.” He holds out his hand to me, while in the other he takes out her mobile. "Your cellphone."    "I'm not going to give you my phone." I say, uncomfortable after what he has confessed to me.     “Do you want to know more?” There was a hint of mischief in his voice. Which makes me give up.      Resigned, I hand him my phone and see that he connects one cable to his and another to mine. I swear that if I get a virus...     "I'm sticking you a little program to help you." I arch an eyebrow doubtfully. "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing,” he answers me, calmer. "I'll provide you with information that will help you understand everything.” He finishes with my phone and hands it back to me. You may not like them, but they will help you find Hannah."     "I think I'm going to call you Mister Hacker' instead of 'Mister Mysterious'." I let out a huge load of air, surprised.     "Call me whatever you like," I notice in his voice a certain tone of amusement, did he find it funny? "I'm just going to ask you something.” He lowers his mask again, as if it were only me letting me see his face. His eyes, intense again, but his words stick as he speaks them. “Trust me." At that moment I analyze his expression. He doesn't want to show it, but he seems desperate. My breath catches after hearing him say those words. I don't know how long I stare at him, but with the look on his face, that's all I need to know.     "I trust you." I answered, unable to look away from his green eyes.     "I'll give you access to Hannah's cloud." He puts on his mask and points to my phone, where he has installed the program for me. "With some grace you will be able to search the data…"     "Can you explain it to me better?" I ask as I shake the phone. "As you can see, I'm not an expert in this."     "Let's see," he sits better in his chair and I see how he moves his hands as he explains, as if he's nervous, maybe being here? "There are all kinds of files in Hannah's cloud. You must decipher each one of them in order to access.” I nod and continue. "I don't know what you will find either. Prepare for the worst,” I blink in surprise, but what kind of person is Hannah? Is she an undercover criminal and is the FBI looking for her or what? For him to be warned of something like this, I imagine someone who may be in serious trouble. "But there's a good chance of finding a lot of useful things." I see him frown at my expression, like he's worried. "Are you okay?"     "Yeah…" I sigh and nod. "Ok."     "Fine," he sighs too and I see his shoulders relax. "If you find a useful file in Hannah's cloud, pass it on to me."     "I'll show you everything flashy." I answered with complete confidence. I'm good at this, what can go wrong?     "Okay." He looks at his cell phone and lets out a small groan. "Time escapes us."      I think he speaks more for himself than for me. Maybe he has something to do other than talk to me.I take another sip of my coffee. He hasn't even taken a sip yet. I guess coffee is not your thing.     "And for you to understand," he leans back again. The bangs this time cover his right eye a bit, which makes him look more somber, but his expression seems far removed from what he would like to convey: Authority. Actually, he seems rather desperate. It almost makes me sad. "This doesn't get out of here." He taps a finger on the table. "It's between you and me."     "Alright."     "Don't tell anyone." His voice sounds more raspy, preventing anyone else from hearing us. "I'm being serious."     He gets up from the table leaving a couple of coins and takes his coffee. I stay on the table for a few seconds before following him.     "Wait!" I yell as I run after him, who is going faster than me. "Can you wait?"   Since I see that he doesn't pay attention to me, I try to hurry a little more until I reach him and grab his arm.     "I'm talking to you, Mister-     I don't finish the sentence that when I realize it, he imprisons me against an alley covering my mouth with his hand. I stare into his eyes. I don't know if I'm scared or... The intensity of his eyes multiplies. He makes a sign of silence as he can with the hand in which he has the coffee, listening to the slight onomatopoeia of it.     "It's better that you don't yell these things in the street, don't you think so?" He slowly lowers his hand.      I breathe as fast as possible. The smell of her shampoo has come strong. I didn't find it annoying, on the contrary. I even want to smell it again as soon as it moves away a little.     "I-I wanted to know..." I try to compose myself. I didn't expect something like this "Are we not going to see each other anymore after we find things or is there some way to communicate?"     “Why do you want to see me more?” he asks, still not leaving my side.     "How do you know I'm not going to the police after this?" I ask, not giving in to how intimidating he looks.     "I can delete everything from your cell phone with a single touch of mine," he answers, moving closer to me "or with my computer. You have no choice but to trust me."     “If we're going to investigate it properly, then let's do it properly.” I frown, crossing my arms to separate us and get a little more space. "If you want me to trust you, then we will do it where you live."     He blinks a few times, not believing what I just said. I’m putting my life in danger from a stranger who has told me to trust him. For that, he should prove it to me.     "I guess you're right." He closes his eyes letting out a big sigh. He lowers his mask and approaches my face. I remain willing and he approaches my ear. I notice his hot breath and he makes me blush, anyone who crosses this moment would think badly. "Three blocks from here, there's an abandoned building.” His words echo through my head, his deep voice sticks with me. "I'll be waiting on the top floor. There we will discuss when you find something… Interesting."      He slowly pulls away without taking his eyes off me. He opens his mouth to say something, but then pulls up his mask and hurries away. I stay glued to the wall, my hands wanting to sink them into the brick. That moment had been the most intense I had ever had. My body doesn't respond.     "That… It was…" I try to find the exact words, but only one comes to mind. Nothing professional for the matter I've inadvertently gotten myself into, but that's all I can say right now "Fucking sexy." Chapter 2

[cheesebrackers]

Am I posting about Luigi's mansion ghosts' names in french? Yes.

Why? They're silly

ITS MY AUTISM I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

Anyways so here's the Luigi's mansion 3 ghost names in french and what they mean. Most of them are based off rhymes or wordplay.

-Steward: Peter le Porteur

Translates to Peter the Porter. No explanation needed, you get it.

-Chambrea: Dominique la Domestique

Translates to Dominic the Maid

-Kruller: Virgile le Vigile

Translates to Virgile the watchman

-Chef Soulffle: Krem Brûlé

It's a wordplay on crème brûlé, that french-named dessert

-Amadeus Wolfgeist: Faust Note

It's a pun on fausse note, which translates to wrong note.

-King MacFrights: Roi McEffroi

Literally just translated his name as far as I know

-Dr. Potter: Professeur Foliane

It comes from fol, meaning "crazy" or "out of control plant" in the context of botany, "herbe folle", a "crazy grass" is a synonym for weed, and liane just means liana

-Morty: Oscar

Yeah like the award

-Ug: Grut

I have nothing to say it's all here

-Clem: Serge le Concierge/ Lucien le Gardien

For some reason, Clem got two names in french. I assume one is on the Canadian version and the other one is the France French version. Serge le Concierge translates to Serge the Caretaker. For Lucien, incidentally, the name comes from the Latin word "lux" (light) putting it in contrast with the darkness of the subterranean boilerworks area. "Lucien" is also an old-fashioned name, usually associated with French rural areas. Gardien also means caretaker in this context.

-Serpci: Cléo Patatras

It's a worplay on Cleopatra and whatever the fuck patatras means (it's just an onomatopoeia)

-Nikki, Lindsey & Ginny: Les sœurs mirage

Translates to the illusion sisters

-Captain Fishook: Capitaine dents-de-scie

Translates to captain sawtooth

-Johnny Deepend: Walter Polo

Shinji chair

-DJ Phantasmagloria: surprisingly, her name is the same in french.

-Hellen Gravely: Ambre Buscade

It's a pun on ambuscade, which translates to ambush

Oh and polterkitty is ectochat

Hehe

[freewillacquired]

Nemesis laughed again, seeing how weirded out Rain was. There was a certain amount of amusement to be had in people's reactions to his body just flat out regrowing itself whenever it wanted to. If he was going to be this ugly, he may as well be good at tricks. As she described his antics like a clown game straight out of a carnival, Nemesis nodded. "Well... grow-ing ut... in school... I was al-ways... the class clown... so that tracks," he said.

"Hey... ith it nakes you theel detter... go a-head. What's an ug-ly dude... like ne... good thor... ith not sone stress re-lieth...?" If Rain would really find it funny or cathartic to deck him, Nemesis really didn't mind. Having an almost instantly-regenerating tank of a body had made him far less shy about taking hits, be they from friend or foe. "Night want to use... sone-thing else... o-ther than... your thist, though. You night dreak sone thingers." His teeth were... pretty damn hard. Punching them might not be the best idea in the world.

Really, this was all about Nemesis being able to laugh at himself, at what he was now, and about his situation. If he couldn't do that, he'd die inside, becoming a shell of himself. Humor kept him going, as did the prospect of helping someone, making someone feel better, or protecting someone. Didn't matter who it was, or if they were grateful to him at all, just as long as he was still able to do things like that. His sanity and surprisingly vulnerable heart absolutely hinged upon that.

"Right?!" he exclaimed with bursting excitement at her reaction to him using his tentacles as weapons. "Really usethul." His tentacles whipped around behind his back, as if pleased with the praise. "Eh..." Nemesis said, shrugging. "Sone-times... they get handsy. Ten-ta-cley? What-ether. They get rude... and I hath... to cor-rect then. Kindoth like... herd-ing children."

He chuckled at her wanting to know what the tentacles felt like. "They theel... exact-ly... how they look," Nemesis said, taking hold of one of his tentacles, which immediately began coiling around his wrist and arm with an almost cute sort of affection. "Like extra long dicks. They're all nuscle." He extended the arm the tentacle had coiled around for her to touch the warm, muscular appendage if she wanted. "Go ahead. They don't nind... and neither do I."

The humor left him though when Rain shared that she had actually, at one point, been a law enforcement officer. Now he felt like a huge asshole. Although his expression didn't change at all - mostly because it really couldn't - his tentacles seemed to droop and cling to his back, as if trying to hide in shame, responding to his emotion. Same of course, for the ones that were more fused to his shoulders and over his collarbone. "I'n sor-ry... I intersonated... an othicer." Impersonating a police officer was something real police officers were understandable touchy about. Using that kind of ruse was all fun and games until he had to look someone with a real history in law enforcement in the face and justify what he did. It all seemed so petty and pointless now, though... given all the shit that had happened after his little stunt.

"Thank you," he said to getting the cartridge as a gift. He could certainly do a lot with his tentacles, or just himself, but having a ranged weapon that wasn't part of his body had its advantages. Despite being fairly sure he couldn't get infected any more than he already was, that didn't mean Nemesis wanted to get up close and personal with some of the crazy creatures the T-virus had frankensteined out of what used to be normal animals and people. "Yeah, I can... dut that doesn't nean... I al-ways want to," he admitted. "Sone things... are just really gross... and I'd rather not.... get into a wrest-ling natch... with then." Him calling other mutated creatures gross was a bit of pot, kettle, black, but oh well.

In a world ravaged by a virus that primarily creates monsters, nasty encounters are in no short supply. When Rain begins to hear heavy footfalls—when she feels them practically shaking the ground beneath her, she figures she's about to have another.

Cursing under her breath, she unholsters her gun.

The days were blending together in depressing ways now. Nemesis was shocked at how quickly things had gone to hell after the Hive and Raccoon City Incidents. It had taken him quite a while to regenerate after the city's "sanitation," but once he was on his feet again, he realized the gravity of what was happening to the world.

Alone and with nothing left to do in his current mutated state, Nemesis had taken to showing up at Umbrella facilities unannounced, and destroying as much of them as he could. The digital feed supplied by the retinal implant attached to his right eye and sewn up into his head gave him a lot of useful information, especially after his mind was liberated from Umbrella's control. May as well put it to good use, right?

He'd acquired more clothes and equipment this way, with the boots and leather trenchcoat-style getup being standard issues for a creature called a Tyrant, which he apparently now was. They seemed just about the only things that were going to fit his... unique body shape nowadays.

Learning about himself and destroying Umbrella assets were good pastimes, but Nemesis was extremely lonely. The few survivors he came across now and then either screamed and ran from him or shot at him. Bullet wounds were nothing more than annoying mosquito bites to him now, thanks to his thick hide, but even so... it was demoralizing. All he wanted to do was help. He was almost getting used to being alone all the time, by necessity rather than desire, until that unexpectedly changed. While exploring a city one day, he rounded a corner and-

"Raaaain!" Nemesis bellowed the moment he saw her, unable to contain his excitement upon seeing her. "Oh... ny god!" He couldn't believe his eyes. Well, eye. He still had two, but one was... indisposed. In a move that probably looked damn near ridiculous to the other, he lifted his hand... and waved to her. "I'n so glad... to see you! How... are you... alithe... right now?" he tried to ask, his massive chompers getting in the way, as usual.

Nemesis couldn't get his voice to be anything other than a monotone growl, and with monstrous teeth and a noticeable lack of lips, his speech was something of a garbled mess. It took him a while, but he'd learned to make certain sounds in other ways, using his throat and tongue. Essentially, he'd had to relearn how to speak. Some sounds and words, though, were lost forever. None of that did anything to curb his enthusiasm at seeing Rain alive, however. Was he finally losing his mind? Hallucinating, maybe? No, the target identification system is identifying her as Rain... Right now, Nemesis didn't care either way. Just the sight of her was one for sore eyes, since his last clear memory of her was being at death's door.

"I thought... the anti-thirus... didn't work...?" he said, his elation at seeing her alive completely overriding his common sense. Nemesis wasn't thinking about the fact that Rain wouldn't recognize him anymore, or about how negatively she would likely react to seeing the hulking beast before her. Not to mention his tentacles, rooted at the backs of his shoulders, which were excitedly coiling and undulating in their own right, reacting to his surprise and happiness. He batted one of them with his hand. "Cut it out...!" he admonished the obnoxious appendage. It recoiled temporarily before returning to its idle activities.

Then it dawned on him, especially with how she had her gun at the ready. Oh no... she has no idea who I am. "It's Natt," he said, laying his hand on his chest. "Natt... Ad-di-son." How pathetic is it that I can't even say my own name correctly anymore? he thought grimly.