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How CAD Role Enhances Accessibility in Aerospace Engineering

In the ever-evolving landscape of aerospace engineering, the importance of accessibility and inclusivity cannot be overstated. As technological advancements push the boundaries of what's possible in flight and space exploration, there's a critical need to ensure that these innovations are accessible to all individuals, regardless of physical abilities or limitations. This is where Computer-Aided Design (CAD) emerges as a pivotal tool in shaping the future of aerospace.

CAD: The Foundation of Aerospace Design

CAD has revolutionized the aerospace industry by providing engineers with powerful tools to create, modify, analyze, and optimize designs with unparalleled precision and efficiency. From the conceptualization phase to the final product, CAD software allows designers to visualize every component and system in three dimensions, enabling them to foresee potential challenges and refine designs before they are physically realized.

Accessibility Challenges in Aerospace Design

Designing aerospace systems and vehicles that are accessible poses unique challenges. Traditional designs often overlook the diverse range of physical abilities among potential users, leading to structures and interfaces that may not accommodate individuals with disabilities. Whether it's the layout of cockpit controls, seating arrangements, or the accessibility of maintenance areas, each aspect must be carefully considered to ensure inclusivity without compromising safety or performance.

How CAD Addresses Accessibility

CAD plays a crucial role in addressing these challenges by facilitating iterative design processes that prioritize accessibility from the outset. Here are key ways CAD contributes to creating accessible aerospace designs:

Virtual Prototyping and Simulation: CAD allows designers to create virtual prototypes that can be tested and modified extensively before physical production begins. This capability is invaluable in identifying accessibility issues early in the design phase and iterating rapidly to find optimal solutions.

Customization and Adaptation: CAD enables the customization of designs to meet specific accessibility requirements. Whether it involves adjusting control interfaces, optimizing cabin layouts for wheelchair accessibility, or designing intuitive user interfaces, CAD tools empower engineers to tailor solutions that cater to diverse user needs.

Collaboration and Stakeholder Engagement: CAD facilitates collaboration among multidisciplinary teams, including accessibility experts and end-users. By incorporating diverse perspectives throughout the design process, engineers can gain valuable insights into how their designs impact accessibility and make informed decisions to enhance inclusivity.

Visualization and Documentation: CAD software produces detailed visualizations and documentation that are crucial for communicating design intentions and specifications. This clarity is essential for ensuring that manufacturing processes adhere to accessibility standards and that maintenance procedures are straightforward and accessible to all technicians.

Innovations and Future Directions

Looking ahead, the integration of CAD with emerging technologies such as virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR) holds promise for further enhancing accessibility in aerospace design. These technologies can provide immersive experiences that allow designers and stakeholders to experience designs firsthand, gaining deeper insights into usability and accessibility considerations.

Moreover, as aerospace companies embrace principles of universal design—designing products and environments to be usable by all people, to the greatest extent possible, without the need for adaptation or specialized design. CAD will continue to play a pivotal role in realizing these aspirations.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the role of CAD in ensuring accessible and inclusive aerospace designs cannot be overstated. By leveraging CAD's capabilities to prioritize accessibility from the outset, aerospace engineers have the power to transform the industry, making space exploration and aviation more inclusive and accessible than ever before. As we continue to push the boundaries of what's possible in aerospace technology, let us also strive to ensure that these advancements benefit all individuals, regardless of their physical abilities or limitations.

By embracing the principles of inclusivity and leveraging the potential of CAD, we can create a future where aerospace innovation knows no bounds and where everyone can participate in and benefit from the wonders of flight and space exploration.

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The introduction of jewellery rendering services has transformed Traditional Jewellery Design methods, revolutionizing the way designers conceive, communicate, and bring their ideas to life.

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Radio Silence | Chapter Seven

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren't quirks, they're survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, strong language, more angst (IM SORRY IT'LL GET BETTER SOON I PROMISE).

Notes — Welcome to Oracle Red Bull Racing, Amelia Brown.

Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know! - Peach x

2020

The office was quiet in the way only offices designed for genius could be; not sterile, but reverent. Drafting boards and CAD monitors hummed quietly in the background, interrupted only by the soft tick of a mechanical clock that someone had insisted on keeping analogue.

Amelia sat stiffly in the chair opposite Adrian Newey.

He was perched on a stool beside a massive whiteboard, sleeves rolled up, fingers stained faintly with pen ink, as though he’d been sketching ideas directly into the fabric of his shirt. His presence was oddly... nerve-racking. 

Neither of them spoke for the first few minutes.

Amelia rolled her golf ball between her hands in her lap, trying not to bounce her knee. Adrian made a few marks on a fresh sheet of paper, muttering under his breath. It sounded like a stream of formulaic gibberish to anyone else. To her, it was almost a lullaby.

He paused. Looked at her. “Do you have any thoughts?”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to hear them.”

Adrian hummed, and then there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I will always listen. I will also always tell you when you are wrong.”

She swallowed, then nodded. Then she gestured to his paper pad. “You’re already sketching the '21 nosecone?”

“Yes. The frontal vortex targets under the new regs are… absolutely maddening. They’ll make cooling a nightmare.” He muttered. 

She shifted forward, almost involuntarily. “Mm. Not if you separate the low-pressure bleed early and feed it into the underside of the side-pod. It could trick the wake into thinking it’s interacting with a full-body airflow.”

He went very still. 

“Interesting,” he said slowly, standing and crossing to the nearest drafting board. He didn’t ask her to explain it again. He just started drawing. She stood too, walking around the conference table in order to stand at his side. Without looking at her, he handed her a pen. 

She made a face at it. “I like red.” 

He didn’t say anything. Just took the black pen back and found her a red one. 

By the time lunchtime rolled around, they had filled three boards, made seven sketches, and the early formation of a concept that wouldn’t just survive under the 2021 regs; it would thrive.

They hadn’t spoken much, not conversationally. Just fragments.

“This doesn’t breathe well at speed.”

“What if we taper the upper control arm here instead?”

“Why does this remind me of the '98 car?”

But somehow, it worked.

By mid-afternoon, Adrian glanced up at her from the schematic they were both hunched over.

“You think in shapes,” he said.

She blinked at him. “You think in sound.”

He smiled, and it was full of promise. “We will make a wonderful pair, Miss Brown.”

She let out a quiet breath. “Oh. Good. I was afraid that you would regret spending three million pounds on me.”

He stared at her for a long moment before laughing shortly. “No regret, Miss Brown. Not a single one.” 

For the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel anxious. Or lonely. Or burning with the guilt of abandoning McLaren, the team that was synonymous with her family name. 

She tucked the golf ball back into her pocket. “I’ll draw up a more formal aero flow map tonight.”

“Don’t bother,” he said, flipping to a new page. “We’ll build it first. Then reverse-engineer the explanation.”

She grinned, sharp and fast and excited. “We can do that?”

“We can do anything we want.” He told her. 

— 

Christian pushed open the door to the technical office with the kind of hesitant curiosity reserved for someone who was pretty sure they’d told everyone to go home six hours ago.

The light was still on.

At first, he thought maybe the cleaners had left it by mistake. But as he stepped inside, the faint scratch of pencil on paper, the rustle of blueprints, and the hum of two very intense brains in quiet dialogue stopped him dead in his tracks.

Adrian was barefoot now, barefoot, perched on a wheeled chair with one leg pulled up under him like some kind of engineering gremlin, holding a scale model in one hand and gesturing toward it with the other, mid-monologue.

Amelia was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a yellow golf ball tucked beneath her heel, grease-smudged notebook balanced on her knee, jotting notes at lightning speed while murmuring confirmations like, “Yeah, but the boundary layer separation’s going to collapse here—unless we change the outwash angle…”

Neither of them noticed Christian standing in the doorway.

The room was covered in paper. The whiteboards had no white left. Someone, probably Adrian, had scrawled equations on the glass wall. There was a half-eaten croissant on the radiator. Half of the work was done in black ink. The other half was done in red. 

He took one silent step backward.

Paused.

Then slowly, quietly, pulled the door closed behind him.

From inside, he could just barely hear Adrian’s voice, “Did I ever tell you about the time I built a full wind tunnel model out of my wife’s hairdryer and a vacuum tube?”

Amelia sucked in a breath. “Did it work?”

“It blew the roof off my shed.”

She laughed, genuinely, full of lightness.

Christian exhaled and reached for his phone.

—

iMessage — 00:45am

Christian Horner

We are going to become world champions. 

Helmut Marko

How can you know?

Christian Horner

Newey is barefoot. His intern is laughing. 

Helmut Marko

Mein Gott.

— 

The drive home from Milton Keynes had been quiet; just the low hiss of the car heater and the soft murmur of the radio.

It had been her first week working at Red Bull Racing. She’d stayed in Max’s flat, the one he kept in Milton Keynes but only used when he was in town for sim sessions. 

The high of her first week was still humming under her skin; the buzz of purpose, of being understood, but underneath that, exhaustion tugged at her bones. She felt stretched thin. Too much stimulus, too many new faces. 

But the moment she stepped through the front door, into the warm, lemon-honey air of the house she’d grown up in, none of that mattered.

Her mum was in the kitchen, back turned, humming softly to the radio.

Amelia didn’t say anything.

She dropped her bag quietly, kicked off her shoes, walked straight over and folded herself into her mother’s arms from behind, pressing her forehead between her shoulder blades, breathing her in.

Tracy stilled. Just for a moment. Then she reached back, tugging Amelia around until she could hold her properly; one hand at the back of her head, the other wrapped around her shoulders, thumb rubbing slow circles into her jumper.

“Hello, darling,” she whispered. “I missed you.”

Amelia pressed closer, her cheek against her mum’s collarbone. “I missed you too.”

They stood there like that for a long time, the hum of the radio filling the silence between them, a wooden spoon tapping gently against the edge of a pan.

“I saw the article,” Tracy said eventually, voice soft. “And the photos.”

Amelia tensed.

Another piece had gone live, following the Motorsport.com exclusive. Red Bull had shared her official announcement — complete with photographs of her in team gear, standing in the middle of Max and Alex. 

Tracy didn’t let her pull away. “You looked very professional. And happy.” 

“I am,” she said, too fast. Then again, slower. “I am. I just… I’m wishing that he wouldn’t make it so hard.”

Tracy sighed into her hair. “Your father’s not angry with you, love. Not really. He’s angry with himself. He had no idea that you were even receiving offers, let alone considering any.”

Amelia swallowed. Shrugged. “He didn’t want me at McLaren. He never offered. I gave him every chance to.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Tracy pulled back just far enough to look her in the eye. “And you were right not to wait forever. You did the brave thing. You put yourself first. I’m proud of you.”

Amelia blinked fast. “I’m not used to that,” she admitted. “Putting myself first. It feels… selfish.”

Tracy brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. “No. Not selfish. It’s how you grow. You’re building race cars with Adrian bloody Newey. That’s something to be incredibly proud of.”

Amelia smiled, weakly. “They call me Mini Newey. All of the engineers. Christian. Max thinks that it’s funny.”

Tracy chuckled, pulling her into a tight squeeze again. “They should call you Better Newey.”

That pulled a real laugh out of her, small and sore and soft.

“Now,” Tracy said, letting her go, “go change into your favourite pyjamas and let me feed you. I bet you haven’t eaten a real meal all week.”

“I’ve been living on machine coffee and stale pastries,” Amelia admitted, already peeling off her jumper. 

Tracy shuddered. “Criminal behaviour. Go on, love. I’ll have dinner on the table in ten.”

As Amelia padded toward the stairs, warmth blooming in her chest, she heard her mum call gently after her. “He’ll come around. He loves you too much not to.”

She didn’t answer, but she nodded once, before disappearing up the stairs.

— 

iMessage — 01:43am

Lando Norris did u leave bc of me like. mclaren it’s okay if u did i just. i just need to know feels like maybe u did and idk. i feel shit also this is prob a bad time. i had like 5 beers and a shot of smth blue was v blue. tasted like acid

Amelia Brown No. Not because of you. You don’t matter to me that much.

Lando Norris ouch ok but like partly bc of me?

Amelia Brown Not everything is about you, Lando.

Lando Norris but some things are

Amelia Brown You started ignoring me. For no reason. Then I got a job designing a future championship-winning car. Those two things are unrelated.

Lando Norris when did u become so meannnn :(

Amelia Brown I’m not being mean. You’re just used to me being quiet when people treat me badly.

Lando Norris i didn’t mean to treat u badly i just panicked everything was getting weird and real and i didn’t know what to say

Amelia Brown So you said nothing. That’s still a choice.

Lando Norris yeah. i know. i’m sorry i miss u sometimes just thought u should know that

Amelia Brown That doesn’t change anything.

Lando Norris yeah i figured ok

Amelia Brown Go home. You are going to feel terrible tomorrow morning. 

Lando Norris already do thanks i guess goodnight mini newey 

Amelia Brown Don’t call me that 

— 

Amelia sat cross-legged on the floor with her laptop open in front of her, the Red Bull Racing CAD interface glowing on the screen. Max was half-stretched out on the couch behind her, a bowl of strawberries balanced on his stomach and a bottle of Heineken in hand.

“Okay,” Amelia said, tapping the trackpad. “Front wing redesign is about eighty percent locked. We’re still playing with DRS and airflow under braking, but I think what we’ve got is going to make the car ridiculously sharp into corners.”

Max took a sip of his beer, watching her over the rim. “Ridiculously sharp sounds nice.” He noted. 

“It’ll bite if you get lazy,” she warned him.

He shrugged. “So, just like you.”

Amelia didn’t even look up at him. Over the past few weeks of working with him, she’d learned how to decipher his tones — he was teasing her. “I’m not lazy. You’d die without me.”

He tossed a strawberry at her. She caught it and took a bite.

She turned back to her laptop, sighed, and opened up the email thread that she and Adrian had going. 

Max cleared his throat. “Ah, have you talked to your dad yet?”

Amelia’s fingers froze over the trackpad. “No.”

Max nodded. “He’s still not talking to you?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’. 

“Your mom?” He questioned. 

“She’s trying. He’s just… stubborn. You know what he’s like.” Amelia exhaled. “He thinks I betrayed him.”

“You didn’t.”

“I know that now.” She rubbed her temple, leaned her head back against the couch. “But I also think I became inconvenient. It was easier when I was just the kid who wanted to build toy cars in the corner. Now I’m—”

“Mini Newey,” Max offered, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

She groaned. “Max, stop.”

He rolled his eyes. “You are, though. And you’re building my car, so I’m not complaining.” A pause. “Have you talked to Norris?”

Amelia blinked slowly, then shut her laptop with a quiet snap. “He messaged me two weeks ago. Drunk. Asked if I left McLaren because of him.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Did you?”

“Of course not.” She scoffed. What a ridiculous idea. “He just… doesn’t get it. He thinks that everything is about him.”

Max laughed. “He’s nineteen. His brain is still soft.”

“I’m also nineteen,” she muttered, tipping her head back against the couch to look up at him. “I think he’s just emotionally illiterate.”

Max blinked, then grinned. “Tell him that to his face. I’d pay to see it.”

“You’re not a world champion yet,” she shot back. “You don’t get to make demands like that.”

He leaned in, until their faces were almost level. “I will be. And when I am, I’ll buy you a stupidly expensive watch for every podium we get.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You say that now.”

“Mark my words,” he said, puffing his chest in mock pride.

They sat there for a while — not quite friends, not just colleagues. Something in-between. Teammates in the truest sense. Bound by a shared obsession: a championship. A car so fast it betrayed the law of physics.

“I miss him,” she said quietly.

Max exhaled through his nose, slow and even. “He’s a nice boy. Stupid, but nice.”

“I know.” Her voice was barely a breath.

— 

iMessage — 18:15

Fernando Alonso How has your first month at RB been? Do I need to make any angry phone calls?

Amelia Brown It’s been great. Everything’s going better than I could’ve imagined. I’m already making progress. Adrian and I work really well together.

Fernando Alonso I told you so, did I not? You two are very alike!

Amelia Brown It’s a perfect fit, actually. I feel like I’m finally being heard.

Fernando Alonso Good, good. I knew it. You made the right choice. And now, you’re three million pounds richer. That helps too.

Amelia Brown Haha, yes. Very much. I would've probably taken £5, so, thank you for handling the negotiation for me.

Fernando Alonso Mi Nina, for your talents, they would have paid three billion.

Amelia Brown I miss you so much. When are you coming to visit?

Fernando Alonso Soon. I’ve got some meetings in London next month.

Amelia Brown Anything exciting?

Fernando Alonso You’ll be the first to know if there is.

Amelia Brown :)

— 

Lando stood with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders hunched, posture defensive. Across the polished meeting table, Zak leaned back in his chair, arms folded tightly over his chest, eyes fixed on the floor like it might offer him an answer he hadn’t already lost.

The silence had stretched too long. 

“She’s really gone, huh?” Lando finally muttered.

Zak didn’t look up. “Yes.”

Lando blinked hard. He wasn’t sure what he expected; some kind of denial, maybe. Some reassurance that there was still a version of this where she came back. That maybe Red Bull was just a phase. A test. Something to prove a point.

“She left a hole here,” Zak said eventually. “Not just in the team. In the culture. She was…” he paused, trying to find a word that wouldn’t sound too sentimental. “I didn’t realise how important she was to the team. How much she was involved in.”

Lando didn’t answer right away. His jaw was tight. “We all let her down.”

Zak looked at him then. Really looked at him. “You liked her.”

It wasn’t a question. Not judgment, either. Just a fact. Like pointing out a flat tire or a burning building.

Lando flinched. “Yeah. I really liked her.”

“You shouldn’t have listened to us,” Zak said quietly. “Any of us. You should’ve fought for her.”

“I couldn’t.” Lando’s voice was sharp, brittle. “I was scared. And stupid.”

Zak let out a rough, humourless laugh. “And I was selfish. I never gave her the recognition she deserved.” He paused. “She was the brain behind the Mercedes deal.”

Lando’s head jerked up, eyes wide.

Zak’s voice dropped, heavy with something close to guilt. “She pulled it all together, handed it to me in a file with start-to-finish instruction. Never asked for credit. I knew she wanted more, deserved more, but I didn’t give it to her. Not because she wasn’t ready. Because I wasn’t brave enough.”

He leaned forward, elbows on the table.

“I didn’t want to be the one who gave her a shot, because I knew what people would say. Nepotism. Favouritism. They’d talk about her name before they ever looked at her work. And I thought I was protecting her from that.” He shook his head. “But I wasn’t. I was just holding her back.”

Lando stared at him. Silent.

There it was.

The ugly truth of it all.

Lando swallowed thickly. “She was never going to stay.”

“No,” Zak said. “No. I don’t think so.” 

Lando ran a hand over his face. 

She had belonged here once. She had. And they’d both let her feel like she didn’t.

Now she was designing the future with the enemy.

And they just had to sit back and watch it happen.

— 

The paddock buzzed with the usual pre-season chaos; the rhythmic whirr of engines, the sharp sound of tires scraping against the asphalt, and the chatter of team members huddled in tight circles. 

Amelia stood near the Red Bull garage, her posture stiff but her eyes alert, scanning the familiar sea of cars and faces.

It was the start of the 2020 season, and everything felt both familiar and brand new. The sharp smell of fuel lingered in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of freshly waxed cars. But this time, she wasn’t in McLaren orange or one of her father’s old team shirts; this time, she was in Red Bull team gear. Black and dark blue with that iconic bull on her chest, the Red Bull Racing logo proud on her back.

And tucked around her neck, a pair of navy blue Red Bull ear defenders. 

She glanced to her left. Max was chatting animatedly with Christian, the two of them gesturing towards the car as the crew worked around it. Adrian was nearby, bent over a laptop, his face creased in concentration. Amelia would soon be next to him, diving into the data and throwing out her ideas. But for a moment, she lingered at the edge of the paddock, trying to ease herself into this new, new, new. 

Amelia’s gaze drifted toward the McLaren garage, even though she knew she shouldn’t be looking. There was Lando, standing with her dad, his usual smile present but different. Amelia tried not to flinch.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of her ear defenders, the cool plastic grounding her, just a little. She had left her golf ball in her office, determined not to need it. 

Her eyes flicked back to the Red Bull car, sleek and aggressive in its design. It was more than just metal and carbon fiber. It was partly her work, her heart and soul poured into something tangible. 

And then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a camera crew approaching her.

Her stomach dropped. 

The journalist’s voice reached her first, though she barely registered the words. “Amelia, first season with Red Bull Racing. You’ve been working behind the scenes for a while, but now you're here, in the paddock, in full Red Bull gear. How does it feel to be wearing navy blue now, after spending so much time with your father’s team, McLaren?”

Before she could formulate any kind of response, a familiar presence appeared beside her. Max.

He stepped in without hesitation, his body language calm and protective as he leaned slightly into her space. His gaze shifted to the interviewer, who looked briefly excited at the new addition. 

"Need an out?" Max asked her, his voice low enough only for her to hear. His stance was relaxed, but there was something in the way he held himself; a quiet assurance that, if she needed him to, he would get her away. 

The camera crew hovered expectantly, but Max didn’t flinch. He didn’t let the pressure reach her. He stayed right there, like a grounding force beside her.

"Amelia?" The interviewer prompted, waiting for her response.

Max’s eyes softened as he glanced at her. “Say whatever feels right,” he murmured, offering her a smile that was small but understanding. “You don’t owe them anything.”

For a moment, Amelia felt the tension drain from her. This wasn’t a performance. She didn’t have to give them the perfect soundbite. She could speak her truth, on her own terms.

She took a deep breath and, feeling Max still there, solid and supportive beside her, looked directly at the interviewer.

“It feels powerful,” she said simply, her voice steady but soft. It was the truth. For the first time, it felt like she was owning her decisions, not just navigating them. Powerful because this was her journey now. Because, despite everything, she was in total control.

The interviewer didn’t push for more, probably sensing the finality in her words. But the moment lingered for a second longer, like they were all collectively taking a breath.

Max gave her a subtle nod of approval, his lips twitching into a smirk. 

And, just as quickly, the two of them turned and started walking away, the cameras still rolling behind them, but it didn’t matter. Amelia’s shoulders relaxed, a weight lifting, and her feet carried her toward the garage.

— 

iMessage — 19:51

Lando Norris I’m sorry. I know that’s not good enough but I am I’m really sorry. And I want you to know that I’m happy for you. I’m not being sarcastic. You looked beautiful on camera. I’m glad Max was there with you. I wish it had been me.

Amelia Brown Congratulations on the podium finish, Lando.

— 

The morning sun was bright over the circuit as Max and Amelia walked into the F3 paddock. Amelia was wearing a denim dress. Max, in his typical laid-back skinny jeans and plain shirt, had his hands in his pockets and a baseball cap perched low over his eyes. He was always eager to watch the younger drivers, always curious about who might be the next big thing in motorsport.

She was more used to the engineering side of things, but she’d been a fan of motorsport in general since she was a child. The thrill of being here just to watch was amazing. 

They settled into the VIP viewing platform. The race kicked off with an energy that seemed to buzz in the air. Engines roared and the young drivers raced past, navigating the tight turns and high-speed straights with a determination that made Amelia feel the thrill of the sport she’d always loved.

As the race unfolded, Amelia’s eyes were drawn to car 81; Oscar Piastri. The young Australian was carving through the field with an almost eerie calm, moving up with a precision that belied his years. He raced like someone who had been here for ages, his every move instinctive yet calculated, as though he had been born for this.

Amelia felt that familiar pull. It was the same feeling she had gotten watching Lando in Formula Renault all those years ago — a sense that she was witnessing something special. Piastri surged ahead, eventually crossing the line first, claiming the win in the season opener.

“Damn,” Max muttered, impressed. “Kid’s fast.”

Amelia leaned in closer to the barrier, watching as Piastri celebrated with his team, their joy radiating from every hug and high-five. She turned to Max, who was watching her closely, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Don’t get too attached,” he teased. “He’s not yours to claim yet.”

“I’m not trying to claim him,” she replied, her tone steady, though there was an undeniable certainty in her voice. “But I will. When the time comes. And I think...” She trailed off, watching Piastri for a moment longer. “It will come for him very soon.”

Max grinned, shaking his head fondly. “Always thinking ahead, kleine zus.”

Amelia’s eyes remained on the Australian driver, a quiet feeling settling deep in her chest. She couldn’t quite place it.

“His manager?” she asked, her gaze still on Oscar as he laughed with his team, the world around him seeming to pause for a moment.

“Mark Webber,” Max replied, his voice neutral, but his expression unreadable.

“Ah.” Amelia’s lips tipped upward into an amused smile. Mark Webber, who had been central to Red Bull's rise in the sport. She glanced sideways at Max, then back at Oscar. “Mark Webber,” she repeated, her voice soft. “It’s strange, isn't it? Fernando and Mark; rivals. And now, I’m working at Red Bull thanks to Fernando, and Oscar is under Mark’s wing.” She looked at Max, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Formula One is a funny place.”

Max grinned, clearly entertained by the thought. “You can make connections out of anything, can’t you?”

Amelia let out a soft laugh, her gaze returning to the young driver in the distance. “I guess I do,” she said, her voice quieter now, a subtle sense of realisation setting in. “And somehow, they always seem to circle back to Red Bull.”

It was funny how Formula 1 worked that way: legacies, rivalries, and new beginnings always intertwined.

—

iMessage — 00:42am

Amelia Brown

Are you in Woking?

Lando Norris

Yes…?

Amelia Brown

I’m home alone. Come over. I am still angry at you, but I’m ready to talk to you now.

Lando Norris

Ok im omw like right now

NEXT CHAPTER

[gailyinthedark]

Historical clothing project basic outfit #1

Linen tunic: tabby weave, handsewn using cotton thread with flat felled seams. I bought the fabric on sale for about $30 CAD.

Leather belt thrifted for ~$3.

Linen shorts thrifted for ~$8 (we're pretending they have no zipper).

Wool socks: woven wool material left from a theatre project (so technically free), hand felted and handsewn using linen-wool blend yarn, also left from another project. Felled seams.

Garters crocheted from the same linen-wool yarn. Crochet is historically inaccurate but I was too tired to learn a whole new technique, might replace later.

I made my own patterns for the tunic and socks, loosely based on Roman and early Medieval styles but adapted to suit my daily needs.

Photos courtesy of Husband.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Tuesday 2025-01-26

Got waylaid by situations, sorry. It will happen again.

Listening

The entirety of the BADBADNOTGOOD album BBNG2

Ya like jazz? Ya like big spooky electronic jazz? BBNG2 has it for you.

Reading

Working my way through Pale Fire by Nabokov. It's a very funny book, and also very odd. I can see why they call it perhaps the first hypertext!

The poem itself is 1000 lines in rhyming couplets with Vladimir "I Just Learned English And I'm Using The Whole Thing" Nabokov flair. It's very pleasing to read out loud.

Still working my way through the notes. The eBook I bought lacks the index so I had to pirate a copy for that. RIP Nabokov you would have loved Homestuck.

Watching

We had Megalopolis at Bad Movie Night. This movie is not good and a lot of it is straightforwardly shit but some of its failure modes are interesting.

This movie vacillates between looking pretty good and looking totally dogshit. I don't know if Coppola was trying to be like ooh what if I use an old fashioned looking rear projection technique for this elevator scene because Movies nah dog. It looks like garbage. A lot of this movie looks like it was a PS3 game cutscene, both in texture and in thoughtfulness of framing.

"Average man thinks about Rome every day" factoid actually a statistical error, References Coppola, who lives on a wine farm and thinks about Rome every twenty milliseconds, was an outlier adn should not have been counted. Seriously man so much of this movie is making a reference to a cool thing that Coppola has seen. Getting Adam Driver to deliver To Be Or Not To Be is so fucking tryhard.

Unfortunately when you write about utopias you put yourself in a very vulnerable position where you are saying not just that I think this way of living is good, but that everyone else should as well. This movie has some lines that would get you the Liberal award in Disco Elysium in two seconds flat. Adam Driver stands up at the end to give a huge speech about how we have to have a serious debate about the future. I pregamed this one with Metropolis (1927) and it also suffers from this. Yes Fritz I know you didn't know that the great war was gonna get a sequel but you can't just make a movie that's like "Communism is cool. But watch out!"

Look okay I hate big name actors in movies now. If you're going to sell your wine farm and spend one hundred million dollars making your thing, maybe don't spend so much money on candles Giancarlo Esposito. This is a thing that sucked about Cats as well. There's so many Guys in this movie and at no point did I ever want to call a guy by anything other than their real human name. I don't care if your name is Fundi that is Laurence Fucking Fishburne. Maybe get some normal actors, you have 100 million dollars, surely you can find some.

It's so funny to set a story about building fucking anything in New York City, The City That Hasn't Built Shit In 80 Years.

Playing

I've finished most of the major sidequests of Cyberpunk but I'm now doing Phantom Liberty and man the opening of Phantom Liberty is slick. I love it when a game makes you feel urgency even though there isn't any. It's one of my favourite video game tricks. Busy trying not to eat shit as I approach the crashed spaceship of the president of the New United States of America.

They finally put some good outfits in the game but they're all hidden inside Phantom Liberty! I walked up to the first clothing vendor in Dogtown and bought like half their stock. There's zany skintight leotards and cool helmets and bizzare transparent blazers oh my! Where is this shit in the main game.

Making

Spent a while debugging cursed filament on my printer, which was frustrating.

Ongoing design of small coffee table. Throwing away a lot of half-assed CAD models.

Tools and Equipment

If you have to use a mouse in a very confined space, you really should consider a trackball. Trackpads are all good and well but there's a reason why so many CAD platforms in workshops have a trackball superglued to an piece of sheet steel. One of my other projects is a lapboard for my HTPC setup and I have basically settled on "slotted in commodity trackball" as the ideal way to handle mouse input here.

[morgana-ren]

Do you have any opinions/thoughts/in depth analysis of what Astarion was like before he turned?

I do and I don't.

I think they left it very vague deliberately. They sparsely sprinkle some facts out here and there (he actually was a magister, he lived in the city, he was a bit of a cad, etc) but for the most part, they leave it blank.

I think this was intentional and done mainly for the reason of he cannot remember. It's supposed to show you just how much Cazador took from him-- not only his life, but his entire memory of his life before it was taken from him. Everything from his childhood to his life as a young elf in the city entirely gone.

He cannot remember his friends, his parents, the small, details that would anchor him to any semblance of humanity that he had in the 'before' times.

I won't get too heavily into detail, but this is a very deliberate brainwashing technique used in real life as well. It is meant to rip away any sense of identity and self so that it can be replaced with whatever the malevolent force desires - in this case, a tool for Cazador's will.

Granted, this was much easier for Cazador to achieve versus someone in real life, given the long life span of vampires mixed with the tendency of human brains to forget, given enough time and trauma. He can lock them away for ages and subject them to thirst without them dying, pain without them falling, and cruelty without them breaking. The effects are visible in Astarion's psyche.

He doesn't know. He doesn't remember. Just another thing Cazador took from him.

He doesn't know who he was. Only what he is now... and he doesn't even seem particularly sure of that, with his mind warring between who Cazador brainwashed him to be versus the parts of him breaking through the darkness.

[skunkoon]

Hey y'all, I'm officially opening my commissions~! It's been a very long time since I’ve done this, so please be patient with me.

Prices are listed in the images above and more examples of my work can be found under the tag #skunkoonart or on my Insta. If you have any questions about pricing, feel free to send me an ask or DM.

If you're interested, email at [skunkoon.official@gmail.com] with what you're looking for. References are required for ordering. If there's a certain art style or technique I've used in the past that you want to see in your piece, please include that in your email.

Most pieces will take 3-4 weeks to complete and 50% of the payment is required up front. Changes can be made in the sketch and line art stages, however anything past that will cost an additional fee.

Thanks for listening, I look forward to working with you~! =w=

(For typed versions of all the info in the images above, look below)

Busts [All prices in CAD]

Lineart: $40

Flat Colour + Simple Shading: $55 

Full Shade and Rendering: $70

* Extra Busts: $10 (per head)

Examples shown - Full shade and rendering + (Complimentary) Simple Background

¾ Body [All Prices in CAD]

Lineart: $55

Flat Colour + Simple Shading: $85

Full Shade and Rendering: $110

Examples shown - Full shade and rendering + (Complimentary) Simple Background

Fullbody [All Prices in CAD]

Lineart: $100

Flat Colour + Simple Shading: $150

Full Shade and Rendering: $200

Examples shown - 1. Full shade and rendering + (Complimentary) Simple Background

2. Flad colour and simple shading + (Complimentary) Simple Background

Extras [All Prices in CAD]

Complex Backgrounds: + $25-100

Extra Characters - + 80% base price

Props - FREE!

Examples shown - Full shade and rendering + Complex Background + Props

Comics [All Prices in CAD]

1 Comic Page: $250 - $400

All comics will be up for negotiation; prices will vary based on complexity of story, backgrounds (if applicable), and degree of colouring/shading

NSFW AVAILABLE!

*Black and white shading will be priced slightly cheaper than colour shading

Things I’m Willing to Draw:

Humans, furries, monsters/body horror (multiple eyes/limbs ect.), mechs and machinery*, complicated OC’s*, fandom content, MILD gore (light blood and injury), NSFW (will require some discussion, but I’m open to drawing most things if communicated maturely)

*price may need to be negotiated based on complexity of design

Things I will not draw:

Hardcore gore (internal organs, amputation, things of a similar nature), torture porn, scat (specifically, watersports is fine), ageplay, political content, caricatures or racist OCs, pet or family portraits*, pieces intended for NFTs or AI training

*If we are friends or mutuals I’m willing to bend this rule, however I'm typically not interested in this type of work

[im-no-jedi]

TBB headcanons: Physical and Mental Traits

I was originally gonna break these posts up by character, but it’s more fun just categorizing everything (plus I get to make more posts this way hehe)

anyway! here are some traits I believe each of the boys have:

Hunter

Oldest of the og four (CT 9901) 

All of his senses are heightened, which makes him more sensitive to things (smells, sounds, touch, etc) but he’s REALLY good at hiding it

Occasionally experiences sensory overload, but has several techniques to keep himself calm (stimming with his knife, meditation, isolation, listening to music, conversing with one of his bros or Omega) 

Is autistic, but is good at masking it most of the time 

Very, very rarely experiences panic attacks from overstimulation (happened mostly as a child, has only happened once during the war) 

Has a high level of tolerance for pain, despite his heightened senses (mostly is just good at hiding it though)

Has a scar over his left eyebrow that he got due to accidentally cutting himself with a knife when he was younger (he has perfectionist issues because of this); has other various scars all over his body (main ones being on his left pectoral from getting shot by Cad Bane, and slight burn marks on the palm of his right hand from the Zygerrian whip)

Fairly introverted; he likes his solitude but gets lonely at times and can NOT be away from the squad for too long or he’ll go crazy

Tech

Second oldest of the og four (CT 9902) 

Retains information the first time it’s told/explained to him (the recording thing is literally just a hobby, he doesn’t need it LOL)

Obsessively researches things in his free time 

Basically blind without his goggles; he’s semi colorblind, which is why the lens are tinted

Is very autistic 

Stims with his tools 

Has an average level of tolerance for pain, doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it and straight up ignores it most of the time (“I pretend I do not see it”)

Has a few scars on his hands from tinkering, but are mostly healed (lotion works wonders my dudes)

Completely introverted, please leave him alone thanks

Wrecker

Second youngest of the og four (CT 9903) 

Is constantly hungry because of his size and high metabolism 

Gets muscle aches if he goes too long without being active 

Has ADHD and autism 

Stims via working out or playing with Lula (or any of Omega’s other toys when she’s not playing with them)

Has a low level of tolerance for pain, but tries to act otherwise (and does a terrible job at it LOL)

Got his face scar on their first mission ever, doesn’t regret it and thinks it makes him look cooler 

Has various scars all over his body, as well as stretch marks from growing so big so quickly

Very extroverted, gets lonely easily

Crosshair

Youngest of the og four (CT 9904) 

Gets frequent headaches because of his superior vision (which is why getting the Order 66 headaches didn’t seem out of the ordinary to him) 

Gets sore limbs sometimes, especially his legs, from how long they are 

Is autistic 

Stims by chewing on his toothpicks 

Has an average level of tolerance for pain but is really good at hiding it

Has a few minor scars on his body but mostly stretch marks from growing so tall so quickly

Very introverted, but gets lonely at times (and will NEVER admit it)

Echo

Oldest of the entire group overall

Suffers from “ghost limbs” with his scomp arm and legs sometimes 

Will get eye twitches sometimes from his brain “short-circuiting” 

Makes jokes about his disabilities to cope (“you wouldn’t hurt a disabled man, would you?”) 

Has PTSD, mostly from what happened after the Citadel explosion 

Distracts himself from the Horrors™ by running ship diagnostics and rereading manuals (which he already liked doing, of course)

Has an average level of tolerance for pain and likes to hide it behind his jokes (“tis but a flesh wound!”)

Has some scars all over his body from the Citadel explosion and his implants

Big extrovert, HATES being alone, please don’t leave him alone OMG

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[marginal-liminality]

Chimaera Gallery

3502 Scotts Lane #2113

Philadelphia, PA 19129

“Sky Bound as Titans”

March 8th-29th 2025

Opening March 8th 6-9

Closing March 29 with artist talks and performance by Megan Bridge and Max Kline 2-5

“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”

― James Joyce, Ulysses

Transmedia artist Tyler Kline’s exhibition Skybound as Titans is the result of searching, error, iteration, mistakes, endurance, failure, folly, and vision. The artist collaborates with AI to build space ships; the hubris, arrogance, faith, and audacity to undergo such an endeavor is propellent towards a destination.

Sky Bound as Titans unfolds as a multi-dimensional epic, melding mythology, speculative science, and interspecies communion into a compelling meditation on the liminal moment in which we exist—a pivot between collapse and rebirth, the Anthropocene, Chthulucene, and the Sednacene. Channeling a hybrid sequential art narrative that traverses Earth’s environmental crises, Martian industrialization, and telepathic communion with hyper-sentient beings called the Kai-Sawn, Kline crafts a speculative cosmology that invites viewers to consider humanity’s fragile position within an interconnected universe.

AI-assisted portrait paintings serve as one of the sequential narrative currents.The portraits—bearing intricate, biomorphic distortions and vapor-wave growths—represent individuals transformed by their contact with the Kai-Sawn, a telepathic species of cephalopods trapped beneath Europa’s icy crust. These images evoke a narrative of mutual evolution, where humans and other beings merge minds, unlocking interstellar potential through shared consciousness (Geistdenkenheit).

The technique folds into the conceptual framework of the exhibition, braiding technology, biology, and spiritual mythologies. The technical journey of the portraits consists first of photographing the sitters. The digital photographs are entered into Midjourney, coupled with text prompts, the AI bot responds with forms that are printed out on an inkjet printer. These prints are then transferred to board using a gesso printing method, and the image becomes a support for an oil portrait painting that becomes a soft-machine communion between sitter and painter. Photographs of the end results create the next image iteration in a positive feedback loop. In conversation with Western art history, Kline nods to the Baroque tradition of dramatic yet personal portraiture while subverting it with surreal, hybrid-sapien aesthetics. The meticulous attention to detail in the painted faces recalls German New Objectivity, particularly the movement’s focus on clarity, precision, and subjective psychological intensity. Yet, Kline tempers this mediated objectivity with layers of emotional vulnerability, reflected in the expressive eyes and gestural brushstrokes surrounding the figures.

CAD-aided, 3d print modeled, lost wax cast bronze sculptures embody Kline’s conceptual framework of materializing myth, craft, and science, acting as artifacts and figures from a speculative future cosmology. The sculptures, such as abstracted heads of mythical entities and speculative technological forms, function as relics of a not-yet-realized epoch. The intricate latticework and alien materiality of the cast bronze is a poetic metaphor, forming the architecture of the Iron Cities of Mars and shaping the organic complexity of the Kai-Sawn themselves. The inclusion of braided, human hair in some sculptures heightens the tension between the signatures of human DNA and the post-human, creating a dance between carbon based life, silicon based life, and polymer entities.

Kline’s visual language oscillates between the ancient and the speculative, evoking a synthesis of mythos, theoretical physics, and contemporary technology. The turquoise patinas and intricate textures of the sculptures suggest an otherworldly membrane, as if these forms were artifacts excavated from a distant future. Meanwhile, the portraits’ luminous skin tones and textural disruptions point toward beings in flux, undergoing a profound transformation, the materiality of their being indistinguishable from the theoretical aesthetics. The forms carry the weight of a digital and visceral journey, resulting in palimpsest that speak of cyphers and sigils.

This aesthetic duality reflects the exhibition’s conceptual narrative: the emergence of the Sednacene, an epoch where humanity transcends its destructive tendencies and collaborates with other species to explore the cosmos. Kline draws on post-humanism and fluid identities, suggesting that survival in the Sednacene depends not on dominance but on interspecies kinship and adaptability—a far cry from the colonial ambitions that underlie humanity’s historical conquests. Issues of post-colonialism are critiqued, satired, and meditated upon; the Iron Cities of Mars is both utopic and a mirror into humanities hunger, raising questions about the ethics of planetary colonization and the persistence of extractive ideologies.

The narrative emphasizes the necessity of communion with other beings, reflecting a growing recognition of non-human intelligence and its implications for science, ethics, and spirituality ; probing humanity’s role in the cosmic order and using the concept of autopoiesis through an interactive journey transforming new media into intuitive viscera. The experience invites viewers to step into a world of flux, where humanity’s destination is arrived at not by domination but on the wings of symbiosis, adaptability, and radical imagination. In doing so, Kline offers a glimpse of a future where the shadows of our present crises are cultivated in service to the boundless potential of collective transformation.

…Philosophy has an affinity with despotism, due to its predilection for Platonic-fascist top-down solutions that always screw up viciously. Schizoanalysis works differently. It avoids Ideas, and sticks to diagrams. Networking software for accessing bodies without organs BwOs, machine singularities, or tractor fields emerging through the combination of parts(rather than into) their whole: arranging composite individuations in virtual/actual circuit, They are additive rather than substitutive, an immanent rather that transcendent: executed by functional complexes of currents, switches, and loops, caught in scaling reverberations, and fleeing through intercommunication, from the level of the integrated planetary systems ti that of atomic assemblages. Multiplicities captured by singularities interconnect as desiring-machines: dissipating entropy by dissociating flows, and recycling their mechanisms as self assembling chronogenic circuitry…nothing human makes it out of the near future. - Nick Land, Meltdown, Fanged Noumena

[gabranath-the-ravager]

Folks who make content about "the ugliest Warhammer models" have no respect for the legacy of miniature sculpting techniques.

Yes, a model from 20 years ago isn't going to look as crisp as whatever was released yesterday. But that model was sculpted BY HAND, not summoned out of a CAD modelling program.

[focusonarchitecture]

Day 35 — Brain Health

The Cleveland Clinic Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health in Las Vegas is an architectural landmark designed by Frank Gehry. The building, which opened in 2010, serves as a neurological research and treatment facility focused on brain diseases like Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, Huntington’s, and ALS. It is part of the Cleveland Clinic’s Neurological Institute.

Frank Gehry initially hesitated to take on the project due to personal sensitivities regarding neurological diseases and ultimately agreed after discussions with founder Larry Ruvo.

The center is a signature Frank Gehry design, characterized by deconstructivist architecture, with fluid, fragmented, and undulating forms. 

The structure required over 18,000 unique stainless-steel panels, and its assembly demanded advanced computer-aided design (CAD) and engineering techniques. 

Photo: 2011