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Google Developer Student Clubs Solution Challenge - आचार्य जगदीश चंद्र बोस तकनीकी विश्वविद्यालय, कोलकाता

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[14dayswithyou]

There's recently been an overwhelming demand for it (on Itch especially), and I'm happy to look into creating an APK version for Android users!

However, please keep in mind that I will still prioritise PC/Mac/Linux builds above everything else — so any future Android builds may be a little behind in receiving major updates. This will also be extremely experimental!!

[kizzer55555]

The Vampire Aesthetic

Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldn’t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasn’t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.

Danny doesn’t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.

Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.

“So where’s the vampire aesthetic?

Everyone freezes.

Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.

“Come on, I know you guys are hiding it.”

Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.

He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. He’s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.

People are weird! He doesn’t judge!

[terminalnonsense]

Don't mind the throwaway account, I just wanted to post the quick reference chart I made for yautja aging based off of Leania's and Skadi_Gemini's work on "An Unofficial Guide on Yautja for Fans by Fans" on Ao3.

Please give the guide a read, I find it's an excellent resource for when I'm doing yautja worldbuilding.

[or-did-i-dont-didnt-send-it]

Fun fact: McLaren have scored 1102 points from 2021 to the first half of 2024.

Fun fact: 152 of those are Danny Ric. 264 of those are Oscar Piastri. 686 of those are Lando Norris, that’s well over half.

Fun fact: Lando had a 130 point advantage across ‘21-‘22 and has a 140 point advantage across ‘23-‘24 thus far.

Thank you and goodnight.

[iggyshippingcorner]

okay so the sickfic has spiraled wildly out of control. it's at 2k words right now and i think the final is going to be around 5k... (sigh)

in the meantime! 1k words of Stone cooking that I wrote after baking dessert for an event last weekend. features: domestic stobotnik, some named badniks, and food as love language. mostly canon compliant, takes place sometime in the crab era :3

working at the hardened mass of brown sugar with slightly damp palms. the cheesecake is in the oven, cyan watching it with rapt focus through the glass. he’s refilling the baking supplies in the crab’s kitchen while he waits for the timer to go off. the brown sugar solidified into a brick of molasses while it waited on the counter, and while there are quicker ways to soften the sugar, he’s always preferred this method. small crystals cling to the grooves of his fingers and palms as he kneads at the brick, humming quietly to the music oni plays from her vantage point. a large clump breaks off from the brick, and he rolls it between his palms until it begins to crumple, and he deposits his fresh handful in the waiting jar. 

he dusts his sugar-coated hands off over the sink. a quick rinse to make sure he isn’t leaving crumbs across the whole kitchen. the terracotta disc gets a quick rinse as well, the old clumps of brown sugar clinging to it sloughing off under the spray. he towels it dry, revealing the familiar sparrow with its forked tail and sparse plumage. it goes in the jar, pressed down into the sugar to tamp it flat. with its labelled lid screwed back on, it returns to its designated spot in the cabinet beyond the marzocco. after the brown sugar comes the flour, a hefty glass jar with a bail lid that came from his own apartment. nearly empty. he scrapes out the last two cups and sets them aside, rolling up his sleeves as he wrangles the new bag of flour. 

alpha’s bzzt-brrp! from his perch above the fridge heralds the doctor’s arrival. stone doesn’t turn around so much as he drifts to a more interruptible task and then allows the doctor to step comfortably into his personal space, arms winding around his middle. his chin digs into stone’s clavicle. they don’t speak, not yet, just stand swaying slightly as he sets the kettle to boil and begins perusing their steadily growing tea collection. as much as the doctor despises switching things up, he’s been surprisingly accepting of stone introducing some diversity to his caffeine intake.

there’s clementines in the bowl by the marzocco, and the doctor reaches past stone to snag one. he rewards the snack choice with a silent shift, his elbow squeezing robotnik’s forearm to his ribs more securely. there’s the gentlest rumble of a laugh against his shoulder-blades. he tips his head to one side, curious, but the doctor doesn’t offer any explanation. just leans in and bumps his cheek against stone’s ear, moustache tickling his jaw and lips. 

“back to the grind,” he says, a touch too loud for how close he is. stone squeezes him again just because he can, and then lets him disentangle himself. “ETA?”

stone flicks the oven light on, and they both crouch in front of the glass once cyan shuttles away with a dejected zzzrr. the cheesecake bubbles quietly. stone checks the egg timer. “another hour. hungry?”

“biding my time,” robotnik hums, and waves the orange at him. “curry tonight?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” stone replies, like he wouldn’t carve the moon from the sky with his bare hands if the doctor asked him to. “what were you thinking?” 

“surprise me,” the doctor says, all magnanimous, which stone knows to mean reasonably spicy, and containing either lamb or pork. he graciously allows stone to steal the clementine from his hands, watching impassively as he quickly, efficiently peels it over the sink, and returns the exposed heart of it to his waiting hand. he pops one of the slices into his mouth and when the flesh splits between his teeth, stone has to take a slow, measured inhale. robotnik eyes him, but he just smiles, easy, agreeable. “I’ll send cyan to you when dinner’s ready.”

“sounds good,” the doctor nods, and leans in for an entirely unprompted kiss on the cheek that leaves stone blushing in the artificial sunlight of the crab’s kitchen windows. he shuffles out of the kitchen, peeled clementine in hand. stone watches him leave. cyan beeps eagerly from her post in front of the oven, and it breaks his reverie. 

“alright, alright. let me get in there,” he laughs, grabbing the oven mitts. 

the cheesecake comes out perfect. he has to swat multiple badniks and one robotnik away from it while it cools, and wrestles it into the fridge to chill properly despite more than a few protests (“this is a perfect time to test the liquid nitrogen chamber!”). 

dinner is a quiet affair crammed side by side at the island, legs tangled beneath the counter. the doctor steals more than a few pieces of lamb off his plate, and begrudgingly eats a few extra pieces of bell pepper in exchange. when they finally cut into the cheesecake, stone drinks in the sight of his doctor’s first bite-- the way his eyebrows raise a little, the way he assesses and catalogues consistency, texture, flavour. how his nose scrunches a little and he grins toothily down at his plate in appreciation. 

“excellent again, stone,” he says. such direct and genuine praise calls for a little preening, even if it causes robotnik to smack his arm and nearly send his own slice of cheesecake flying. the doctor snickers as he rights himself on his stool again, and accepts the retaliatory forehead kiss.

they drink tea on the couch afterwards, watching some telenovela while pretending (badly) to not notice the way they gravitate closer and closer, until robotnik’s head is in stone’s lap and both mugs are on the coffee table. stone is trained better than to fall asleep while the doctor provides running commentary on the anarrative arcs at play in the episode, but he would be a liar if he claimed his eyes never drifted shut listening to the familiar cadence of his doctor’s voice filling the warm space between them. his tangents ebb and lull like the waves overhead, their quiet domesticity concealed within the crab, far from the prying eyes of the world.

[ojamayellow]

i need more people to witness the glory of galaxy force starscream.

while the look is influenced by don figueroa's starscream design from the dreamwave comics, it has its own spin that includes PURPLE!!! OPTICS!! not only that, the personality is pure nastiness, 100% cunt <3 i love evil bitches

minor spoilers:

he also gets big. really, really big. how though? watch transformers galaxy force (or cybertron) to find out!

[blondeling]

God I love randomly zapping my blorbos with my problems

Grian has geographic tongue and constantly has to battle the White AND British allegations against handling spicy food

He ONLY gets sympathy when his tongue hurts from eating things like chocolate or strawberries

[papermonkeyism]

apparently Troodon has been reinstated as a species, if that means anything to you for the dinosaur project.

There's a reason I'm giving all the dinosaur species "common" names instead of using the scientific ones. *gestures at palaeontology*

The Singing People still call themselves the Singing People.

[gay-little-cloud]

[lloydfrontera]

also can i just say. very fucked up that javier realizes how much he cares for lloyd, how deep his feelings for him truly are, right before lloyd finds out they are doomed by the narrative to never be allowed to be together. that fate itself has decided one of them has to die so the other can live. like. yikes. talk about unfortunate timing.

[valiant-typhoon]

I've seen those "Kakashi takes naruto and runs from the village" AUs and I enjoy them but another character sorta did that in canon and I wish it was explored more

Tsunade and Shizune

since we don't have a lot of canon info on how/when it happened I just wonder sometimes if Shizune was the catalyst for Tsunade deciding to leave. Maybe Shizune was about to graduate the academy and they were still at war and Tsunade couldn't let the last part of Dan die and knew she couldn't protect her in the village and just. took her.

I don't recall ever seeing Shizune with a Leaf headband before Tsunade becomes Hokage and even after she doesn't wear one, just a shinobi alliance one. I could be wrong though I don't remember.

i'm just THIKING. like Shizune's fighting style seems heavily influenced by blood-phobia Tsunade because poison and senbon don't necessarily cause bleeding. She's extremely skilled second only to Tsunade (and later Sakura) in medical-jutsu, she can perform surgery with a team and analyze things in lab settings. She didn't learn those things in casinos. She and Tsunade must have stayed long enough in certain places for Shizune to develop those skills.

I guess it's also possible Shizune was already Tsunade's student before Dan died, which would be a whole other interesting thing. Her uncle's death giving her teacher a phobia that makes her unable to efficiently be what she's most famous for: a healer. And still following her out of the village anyways. Dedicating herself to Tsunade, the woman her uncle believed in. And if she was already a Konoha-ninja then maybe she left her headband behind when she left. The implications~ We know Tsunade is traumatized and has a lot of bad experiences but Shizune is around Kakashi's age it's very possible she has had her own tragedies beyond the loss of her uncle.

They always call Dan Tsunade's "lover" not her husband or anything like Shizune isn't even officially her niece and she!! still took her with her! She could have left her behind and she didn't. And Shizune follows her and is with her during her darkest years like come on~ give me more information

[themagicalghost]

If you are wondering what the fandom wiki is up to these days

Links to the 'Employee' page would only go to Yesman's page, but while making this post it got turned back to normal with no way to revert it. Good thing I recorded this gif

Someone seems to like him

[stayatsam]

going to a professional development networking event tomorrow 🤮

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.