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Sweet Temptation

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: "You really don't have any idea, do you?" He leaned in even closer, so close that you could feel his heat enveloping you, stealing any breath you had left. "Do I have to show you?"

Warnings: Peter being a lovesick idiot, and themes of insecurity and self-image

A/N: It was my third request - anon, I hope you like it! 🩷

When Peter saw you enter the basement, he knew something was wrong right away. He didn’t need words or gestures, just that little frown and the way you avoided looking directly at him. Peter became an expert on you, recognizing the slightest changes in your face, as if each expression were a clue in a puzzle that only he could decipher.

Without thinking twice, he was already running to the other side of town, to his favorite bakery. It was a small place, with shiny windows displaying sweets that looked like true works of art: pastel-colored macarons, éclairs with sparkling icing, tiny cupcakes decorated with flower petals. Everything there was delicate, perfect.

He paused for a moment in the doorway, holding his breath. It was impossible not to associate you with this place. Those refined pastries had the same elegance as you, as if the baker had created them with you in mind. And Peter, with his thoughts always racing, found himself once again wondering what it would be like to take you there on a real date. He would make some silly joke to get a smile, then insist that you try the chocolate éclair. When he finally kissed you, it would taste sweet with vanilla and sugar.

"Stop daydreaming, Maximoff," he muttered to himself, shaking his head before going in and ordering a selection of the best things in the display case. It was expensive, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to see you smile again.

When he came back, you were still in the basement, pacing back and forth. Your hair flying in every direction, a consequence of when you were too absorbed in your own thoughts.

And, man, he loved seeing you like that, it was one of the reasons he was always annoying you. Your hair whipping in all directions was a sight to behold. Simply fantastic.

Cyclone. That was how people knew you.

But they had no idea that someone with such destructive powers could work wonders on especially hot days. Peter would melt against your body when you summoned a gentle breeze, driving away the heat with a simple movement of your fingers. He would sigh when he felt the cool air blow against his hair, and then he would go all limp until his body returned to a normal temperature. What could he do? He was especially sensitive to heat.

He stopped at the entrance, holding the box of sweets like it was some kind of trophy.

"I'm back!" he announced, with that smug smile he always used to hide any vulnerability. He waved the box in the air. "And look, I brought something that suits you perfectly."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Oh, yeah? And what would that be?"

"Pretty, delicate… and very expensive." He winked at you, walking into the basement and placing the box on the small table in the corner.

You laughed softly, but not as lightly as usual. There was still something different, and it made Peter's chest tighten. He opened the box with an exaggerated flourish, revealing the perfectly arranged sweets, and picked up one of the macarons to offer you.

"Go on, try it. This one tastes like strawberry or something. It looks good."

You hesitated. It was an almost imperceptible movement, but enough for Peter to notice. "What is it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

"It's nothing." You shrugged, looking at the sweets as if they were some kind of trap. "It's just… not everyone has a super fast metabolism like you."

"You're kidding, right?" Peter laughed, but the sound died quickly when he saw the way you looked away.

"No kidding," you said, crossing your arms defensively. "Those things are fattening, and… right now, I can't dream of gaining any extra weight."

He fell silent, waiting for you to continue, but what came next was a whisper that hit him like a punch. "I'm already huge."

The words hung in the air, heavy, and something inside him snapped. He'd never heard you speak of yourself so rudely. How could you see yourself that way? To him, you were everything. Perfect.

"You're not serious," he said, his voice lower than usual, almost a whisper. "Huge? Where did you get that from?"

You snorted, but didn't look at him. "Peter, forget it. You wouldn't understand."

"Wouldn't you understand?" he repeated, taking a step forward. "I understand more than you think. And honestly, you're wrong."

"Wrong about what?" You finally looked up at him, but there was something vulnerable in your gaze that completely disarmed him.

"About you. About all of this." He gestured to the box of sweets and then to you. "You know what? I paid a fortune for this, so you're going to eat one of these macarons, even if I have to lecture you to do it."

You laughed nervously, but Peter wasn't kidding. He stepped closer, standing so close that he could feel your heat. "You have no idea how I see you, do you?"

"Peter…" you began, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"I see someone amazing. Someone who makes me laugh even when I'm having the worst day. Someone who makes me want to be… I don't know, a little less of an asshole." He laughed, but the sound was strained. "And seriously, you are beautiful. Like, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, beautiful. So stop saying such horrible things about yourself, because I can't even process how you could think that."

Peter didn’t look away, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of your face, the way you avoided looking at him, your nervous fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. There was a tension in the air, something that made the space between you seem even smaller than it was. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, husky, as if the words carried something greater than he could admit.

“You don’t understand, do you?” He took a step closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from him. “You think it’s all in your head, that no one notices… but I see it. I see everything. And you… you’re exactly how a woman should be.”

He paused, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment before continuing. His gaze ran up and down you, slow, intense, as if he were discovering something that left you completely breathless. When he spoke again, his tone had an almost devotional reverence, but still with the characteristic touch of humor that was so much his.

"There are no lines, you know? No straight lines. You're all curves, succulent, perfect. There are no sharp edges, just… a softness that seems divine. Like, honestly, it's unfair." He laughed, but he didn't look away, and the intensity in his eyes was almost disconcerting. "You're living proof that some things in this world were made to be admired. And if you can't see that, I think I'll have to spend the rest of my life trying to convince you."

He took another step, now so close that any movement from you would be enough to close the distance between you. The smile he gave was small, almost shy, but his eyes shone with something you couldn't define, a mix of desire, admiration and vulnerability.

"So, stop saying those horrible things about yourself, because, honestly? It drives me kind of crazy." He laughed nervously, running a hand through his silver hair, but his eyes were still fixed on you. "Like, how can someone look at you and not think they're looking at perfection? It doesn't make sense. Not to me."

The silence returned, but it was different now, heavy with everything he wasn't saying. His eyes were still locked on yours, but there was something else there, a hesitation, as if he was waiting for a sign, anything, to finally cross the line that seemed to separate them. And deep down, he knew he was already completely lost.

You didn't look away, even when you felt a blush heat your cheeks. It was as if you were trapped in the intensity of those dark eyes that seemed to see every part of you, dismantling any facade you might try to put up. His name escaped your lips in a low whisper, hesitant, but filled with something that not even you could name.

"Peter…"

Your tone hit you like a punch in the chest. The world seemed to have stopped spinning in that instant, leaving only the two of you, so close it was almost painful. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, your lips parted and your breathing fast, almost panting, as if you were running.

"What does that mean?" Your voice broke the silence, fragile and uncertain, as if you were risking something that could change everything.

Peter closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to find some strength within himself before taking the next step. And then he did. He approached you, so slowly that the air between you seemed to vibrate, charged with something undeniably electric. He lifted his hands, hesitant for a split second, before cupping your face between them.

The touch was a perfect contrast of firmness and delicacy. His thumbs brushed the warm skin of your cheeks, and the sigh that escaped Peter's lips was almost imperceptible, but so full of emotion that you felt the impact like a thunderclap. He gently brushed away a strand of hair that fell over your face, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary, as if he wanted to capture the feeling forever.

"You're so…" He began, but laughed, a dry sound, filled with something that seemed like a mix of frustration and self-mockery. He shook his head, his eyes shining with a heat that seemed to steal the air from the room. "You know what I'm good at doing?"

You couldn't answer, but he didn't expect you to. The closeness was unbearable, his breath mingling with yours, so hot you could feel the slightest difference in rhythm. He tilted his head, his face now so close his lips almost brushed yours.

"I ruin things, love." The word slipped from him in a whisper, low and husky, filled with something that made every nerve in your body throb. "It's what I always do. Always."

But there was a hopelessness there, a vulnerable glint in his eyes that didn't match the tone of his voice. It was like he knew he was crossing a line he could never come back from, but he couldn't help himself. He swallowed hard, and his touch on your face grew firmer, like he wanted to anchor you in that moment.

And then he leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours in a way that was almost innocent, but held a promise that made your heart hammer in your chest. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a moment that seemed to last an eternity. The desire was palpable, barely contained, overflowing in the way his eyes almost begged for permission, even though he knew he had already lost himself completely in you.

"Peter…" You whispered again, your voice a little hoarser, filled with a heat that seemed to melt any barrier between you. Slowly, your hands rose, hesitant, as if you were trying to contain the overwhelming wave that threatened to swallow you. But the moment your arms wrapped around his waist, something inside Peter gave way, a rope already so tense that it finally snapped.

He shuddered under your touch, his muscles contracting beneath your fingers, as if your every movement had the power to set him on fire. A curse escaped his lips, low and hoarse, more to himself than to you. "Fuck," he muttered, almost as a rant, his dark eyes sparkling with something between frustration and pure desire. "You really have no idea, do you?" He leaned in even closer, so close that you could feel his heat enveloping you, stealing any breath you had left. "Do I have to show you?"

His hands slid down your back, warm and firm, and before you could react, he pulled you in a movement too fast, almost careless, pressing your body against his. The impact made you gasp, and the soft sound only fueled the determination that burned in Peter’s eyes. His fingers found the curve of your waist, squeezing it with a mixture of reverence and desperation, as if he were trying to engrave that feeling into every fiber of his memory.

He knew he was ruined. You were too close, so unbearably close, making any rational thought impossible. All that existed was you—the way you molded perfectly against him, the heat of your body against his, the way your scent seemed to cloud all his senses.

And then he gave in.

His lips met yours with an urgency that bordered on desperation, as if he had been waiting for this moment for so long that he couldn't bear to wait even a second longer. How many times had he dreamed about this? How many nights had he spent losing himself in fantasies where you were his, where he could kiss you like he always wanted, without fear, without hesitation?

But no dream could compare to reality.

You were sweet, so sweet that he felt like he was drowning in a sea of ​​sugar and heat. Your soft lips moved against his in perfect synchrony, as if you had been made for this, to lose yourselves in each other. His hand rose from your waist to the base of your neck, holding it with careful firmness, while he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, seeking more of you, always more.

The world around him disappeared, as if nothing else mattered but that moment, that kiss that seemed to be the peak of everything. Peter felt intoxicated, every part of you burning against him like a living spark that set everything in its path ablaze. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay right there, with you, feeling you. Living you.

When you finally spoke, your voice was barely a whisper, but it was firm enough for Peter, who could barely breathe, to understand. “Me too, Peter,” you said, and the word “love” seemed to fill the space between you, as if the world had stopped to listen. He couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face, a smile that was pure, innocent, and full of joy that he could barely contain. It was as if all the pieces of the puzzle, that he hadn’t even known were out of place, finally fit together.

“You,” he whispered, and his voice shook. The words he wanted to say were trapped, because reality surpassed even his wildest dreams. He leaned toward you again, with an urgency that made your heart beat too fast, as if it wanted to jump out of your chest. When your lips met, it was as if the world exploded in a color and intensity he had never experienced. The kiss was more than passionate; it was a carnal and sweet desperation, a promise and a concession, as if he were trying to convey everything he had kept to himself.

His fingers explored your back, feeling the warm skin and the vibration of each sigh you took. He separated from you only for a moment, his breathing still rapid and his eyes fixed on yours, to make sure that this was real. With a gesture that was almost a ritual, he took one of the sweets, holding it at the level of your lips.

“Eat,” he said, his voice husky and filled with a kind of adoration he barely knew he possessed.

You didn’t hesitate, and your eyes lit up as you accepted the candy from his hand, the sensation bittersweet and sweet all the same, in a play of flavors and smiles. But before you could settle into that moment, with a mischievous movement, you bit Peter’s finger, and the surprise turned into a shiver that ran down your spine.

“Do you really think you can tease me and get away with it?” he asked, but the laugh that followed was a promise. He tilted his head back, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you laughed, and he pulled you closer, without another word. The kiss that followed was intense and uncontrolled, a meeting of souls that burned with every touch and every murmur. Peter was no longer in control; the excitement, the desire and the happiness overflowed, and he wanted more, he wanted everything, and that was what he needed.

[monotonedongs]

I have been watching your work for some time now and I am very pleased with each of your works! I would like to ask if you are going to give a "cygate child" (I think you can call it that?) any name? Are you going to come up with a great story for this idea or not? (although even these small works are very interesting!) Thank you in advance for your reply!

Hey and thank you for your ask and your compliments - it always makes me happy that the things I doodle can entertain someone else. This is going to be a little wall of text, oops. There is a set of doodles at the end!

It's extra funny when it all started as a joke after me and my friend saw the Cyclonus funko and went wow. And I thought it was funny they gave him blue??? optics for some reason? So I was gripped with the inspiration to draw that silly meme about "9 months in the womb and they look like their mum". And it all snowballed from there.

To be honest, I do wish to give the Cygate child a name; funnily enough I was talking to my friend about this yesterday before you sent me this ask... Names are hard. I was brainstorming a few, where wind is honestly the biggest reoccurring theme. So far I have;

Aerostorm - Aero means wind.

Bora - Bora is the name of a specific wind, but also a specific model of car! So both Cyclonus and Tailgate in there I suppose. :] Could alternatively end up as Borae just for the flow of the name. HOWEVER Springer is apparently known as Bora in Italian!

Stormsurge - Because stormsurges follow cyclones. :]

Derecho - A widespread, long-lived, straight-line wind storm, causing hurricane-force winds, heavy rains, and flash floods.

Microburst - Another wind-related one, a strong downward and outward gushing wind that comes from above. Also a play on how the sparkling originally was very small when they emerged, but as they grow they turn out quite large...

The list might not be complete and I need to marinate it in my mind a bit <:] THEY HAVE BEEN NAMED! See this post

For a story - I am not a writer, and most of the time I am talking my friend's ear full about this hsdfgdf but I do have some basic ideas while a lot is still a bit up in the air, I suppose. Some of this is also based on the info from MTMTE/LL so possible spoilers if you haven't read the comics!

This sparkling is an accident.

Tailgate nor Cyclonus didn't really think this was possible since they are old by most of the other mechs' standards, Tailgate having gone through cybercrosis and Cyclonus having been for lengths in the Dead Universe. No way their bodies would have such resources to start creating anything like that. But maybe the fact that Cyclonus donated some of his spark energy to Tailgate made it a very small possibility that wouldn't have been able to happen otherwise because of the state of their history.

Despite my initial meme drawing, I think Cyclonus would be the one who ended up sparked because he is larger and seems to have a more fancy build. His body just happens to have more resources to deal with building something inside it. I don't really picture them changing shapes when sparked, but having some kind of dedicated spot/mechanism to build a sparkling.

Therefore there is even less hints to what is happening below the outer plating. I haven't quite decided/figured it out but: - either they find out when Cyclonus ends up getting some strange pains and/or commands trying to activate that he is not familiar with - and then bam congrats to the parents!!! Cue very baffled and surprised Cyclonus and Tailgate trying to process what just happened while this very tiny thing is going through their start up tests. - or Tailgate/Cyclonus randomly notices this new, odd EM-field/communication connection when the sparkling has developed enough to be able to emit EM-fields and/or connect with means of communication somehow. Again cue very baffled and surprised Cygate and then having to drag Ratchet into the whole ordeal to see what is going on.

Despite being an oopsie sparkling and a big surprise to everyone, they are much loved and both Tailgate and Cyclonus are very happy and proud despite this not being something they had envisioned or planned for. They will take the challenges as they come.

The sparkling emerges soooo small. As their frame grows though they quickly gain mass and get quite large, maybe even larger than Cyclonus? My friend suggested maybe they end up a shuttle-class despite their alt-mode being a jet/plane or so after Cyclonus. Whirl is the extremely ecstatic uncle, even if he finds the sparkling very aesthetically displeasing he has a lot of love for this thing that Cyclonus and Tailgate somehow morbidly made, despite that Whirl would never imagine them being somehow compatible like that. He is an important part of the family and helps raising the sparkling, keeping them safe from anyone he deems scary and letting nobody insult them because only he can do that, teaching them curse words, having fun and enjoying life.

I have not settled on if this happens during the whole Lost Light travel/while onboard the Lost Light, or if this happens after they all part and Cygate lives in Upper Tetrahex. Lost Light would be fun for plot/comedic idea reasons, but also so stressful to most of the adults involved haha. Upper Tetrahex would probably be much more peaceful for both sparkling and adults, but less possibilities for comedic moments I suppose as most of their close friends beyond Whirl would be spread across Cybertron and such.

Anyways that was such a wall of text, I am not sure if I got down the basics of my thoughts but rounding this off with some doodles I did saturday night that builds on that idea of "unknown EM-field/com-port" thing.

[fandoms--fluff]

Baby Bradshaw

Flufftober, October 19th

Sister reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: You’re Bradley’s little sister whose 14 and he doesn’t exactly know about the mischief you (cause) get into until he gets called back to Top Gun as one of the candidates. Maverick hasn't seen you since you were six because of the whole pulling Bradley's papers thing. (You've been living with Ice). So, a lot has defiantly changed. Your callsign is Marvel.

A/N: I know the time lining doesn’t exactly add up, but I came up with this idea at 2am. Deal with it I think it’s cute (and hectic). Please, I know it's shitty but just bear with me for it.

Warnings: Swearing, Underage drinking (only a little), (underage) flying combat - it’s just a fanfic and I can create the rules so.....deal with it!

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“Can I leave now?” You complained.

“For the last time, NO” Warlock answered while going through a stack of papers. 

You walk over to the front of his desk, where he’s standing. “Oh, come on, you’re the one who always says that I should be in the farthest room from where you are. Just between you and me, I’m pretty sure that this is because there’s something going on downstairs that you don’t want me to know about.”

“MARVEL!” He yells, fed up with you.

“WARLOCK!” You imitate him and his stance. 

“You know what? Yeah, your right I don’t think I can actually handle any more of well......you today. You can leave” He exasperated while doing a hand gesture when he said ‘you’.

Immediately you grab your phone from the tiny square table in there and sped out the door, deciding to go check out what’s happening downstairs since your brother was saying something about having to go there again today. He’s been complaining about someone - his callsign is bagman you're pretty sure - to you for the past week but won’t tell you why, so you’re deciding to investigate what's going on because, well you’ve got nothing better to do. Well, you should probably get all the science homework you have done but that's a later problem with bullying one of the navy research persons into "helping" you.

You've also asked Ice multiple times but he's found ways to distract you so you'd forget about it until the next day. (Yes, he has written a whole handbook of how to deal with your shit - you don't know of course)

While you're walking down the hall you've come into eyesight of Cyclone who was about to go into a room.

'Shit' you thought to yourself.

"What are you doing down here Marvel?" Cyclone, paused right before turning the doorknob.

"Well, my plan worked with annoying Warlock into letting me leave his office and now I'm going to figure out what you guys are failing at hiding from me just down the hall" you said pointing to a wide door into one of the hanger/classroom things as if it's a normal occurrence.

Which it kinda is...

"That's funny cause I don't remember allowing you to go anywhere near there" He crossed his arms.

"Well unlike everyone else I don't give a crap what you want or think I should do or just orders in general" You smirked and resumed your walking.

“Marvel! Stop!” He yelled.

Right as he yelled you started to sprint as fast as you could (which is FAST).

“MARVEL! GET BACK HERE. NO! DON’T YOU DARE GO IN THERE!” He started to chase after you.

The dagger squad and Maverick turned their heads to the noise coming from the hallway until the door burst open. You ran over to the other side of the room, quickly before Cyclone could get to you. 

By the time Cyclone ran in you already ducked underneath an old wooden desk nobody has probably used in years considering the amount of dust it held.

Everyone looked from where you hid, over to Cyclone who’s clearly pissed. 

“Marvel!” Cyclone called out, ignoring everyone’s confused faces.

You kept quiet, not making even a small amount of sound. Your legs are tucked up against your chest, tightly while you lean your chin on your left knee.

“Okay if no one else is going to say it, I am. Who the hell is Marvel? Is the little girl who ran in Marvel?” Hangman spoke out loud, earning an elbow to the ribs from Phoenix. 

Cyclone looked over to everyone and sighed before yelling out, “Y/N BRADSHAW!” 

At that you rolled your eyes and crawled out from under the desk, walking over. 

“You know I really hate it when you call me by my full name” You glared at him, paying no mind to everyone who’s watching with shocked faces. Bradley's face though was filled with more so disappointment. 

“You know what I give up, I don’t have the energy to fight with you today” Cyclone said, walking towards the doors. 

“Well, that’s disappointing, I’ve got nothing better to do and it’s entertainment for me” He walked out giving you the bird. 

“Wow! How real nice of you!” you said sarcastically before turning over to everyone.

You walked a bit closer to Hangman, giving him a death glare.

“Oh yeah, call me ‘little girl’ again, I’ll kick your shins until they’re raw and bleeding” You threatened him. 

His reaction is a mixture of shock and against his wishes, fright. Before you could laugh at him, Rooster started walking towards you with an eyebrow raised. 

“Okay, in my defense what do you expect me to do? Stay in my room and happily do fucking homework all day?!” You stated to him. 

You looked over at Maverick who was walking towards you and enveloped you into a tight hug.

"I missed you kiddo."

[chaos-chloe]

The Great Gaming Fiasco

Summary: Grizzy rage, I think you already know this<3

TW: Established relationship, rage. anger, warzone moment, kissing, cursing and screaming, lmk if I missed anything

This fateful night started like any other, with the trio gathering their keyboards, their spirits high and laughter echoing through the room. “Ready to beat some noobs?” Grizzy hollered as he loaded up the game, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. The familiar battle sounds filled the room, and they dove into the chaos.

“Why doesn’t that work?!” Smii7y bellowed, fierce frustration spilling from his lips like a dragon's fire, slumping dramatically in his chair as his avatar met an untimely demise. He banged his hand on the desk with a sound akin to thunder.

“Ello Grizzy!” Puffer sang with a comedic flair as Grizzy was unexpectedly reincarnated, flinging his parachute in a desperate bid to return to the sky. But alas, the parachute refused to open—like a deflated balloon. Grizzy’s frustration spiraled as he began to rain blows on his keyboard, resulting in a dramatic self-kill that could only be described as tragicomic.

“WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF?” Puffer cried out, the desperation lacing his voice as if they were in a high-stakes war council. “I COULD’VE REZZED YOU! WHY?!” 

With a dramatic flourish, the keys rained down like confetti, creating a chaotic storm of letters and symbols — a keyboard glitter bomb exploded across his desk! Each key had its own story, its own mission to fulfill in the kingdom of Warzone, and now they lay shattered in despair.

The keyboard chaos continued, keycaps flying around Grizzy’s desk like tiny meteors in a galactic explosion of rage. The comical scene escalated, with Smii7y unable to stifle his laughter. “I think I need a new keyboard,” Grizzy declared with a resigned sigh echoing through the room, a solemn testament to his fiery spirit, as if he had just climbed Mount Doom only to find it was a mere hill.

“He just lost all his keycaps.” Smii7y said with a smirk growing on his face, while Grizzy fumed, the air tinged with both laughter and despair. “Oh my god” Puffer moans in emotional pain in the background. “Bro it aint working today.” Smii7y responded to Puffer's distress. “Nothing’s working.” Smii7y joked about how each bug felt like a monster stalking them in the night, ready to pounce at any awakening moment.

“I’m kicking over the key caps, I’ll clean that mess later.” Grizzy growled, “It's a problem for another day.

 “What do you mean mess?’ Puffer aspirated at Grizzy

“Wait, can you even use your keyboard? Did you go get a new one?” Puffer asked for content

“I got a new one- well i stole __’s” Grizzy responded “Ugh-let me straighten my desk” Puffer laughed at Grizzy’s misery. 

“Yeaahh” “What the fuck happend?” “What happened to you?” Smii7y and Puffer asked.

“The situation where you're gonna pull your parachute and it says “NO”” Grizzy explained as annoyance seeped through his voice. “Yeah! That literally just happened to me as well.” Smii7y agrees with Grizzy’s annoyance at the game with their bugs. They exchanged stories of their own gaming disasters, an unwritten pact of camaraderie knitting them closer amidst the chaos.

“Yeah so then I decided to slam my keyboard, which killed me, which made me even more angry. So I just clapped my keyboard together, ‘til everything came off.” Grizzy tells the replay of what just happened.

“Were you doing a last second one?” Smii7y asked. “Uhh-no i pressed it like 3 times before landing, it just didn't pull.” Grizzy answered with a slight tone. 

“Like right now.” Grizzy placed ___’s keyboard down with some force, as he was clenching and unclenching his fist, storming off, as the trio couldn't help but spiral into a cyclone of banter, laughing yet again at Grizzy’s misfortune. Grizzy stormed off out of frame towards his right office door which was left open. 

In the midst of the laughter, the mood shifted. A loud crash resonated from Grizzy’s office, while I was in the kitchen. Quickly followed by a blood-curdling scream that sent shivers down their spines. 

“FUCK!!!”  Grizzy’s roar thundered through the house, slicing through the laughter like a lightning bolt, a haunting call of despair that made everyone freeze. After that there was an eerie unusual stillness lurking in the house. 

My skin jumped as his scream blared to life, roaring like a thousand ghosts at once, sending ice down my spine. I gasped in shock, my eyes popped open like saucers, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. In a flurry, I leapt out of my statue like a state.

With curiosity piqued, I tiptoed towards the scene, every step echoing with anticipation. Approaching cautiously, I soon found myself colliding with Grizzy, his frustration evident and his door hanging askew like a battle-worn shield, leaning on the doorframe. “Let me guess... warzone moment?” I quipped with a smirk, but concern laced my words like a thick fog that hung in the air.

“Yeah, I didn't know how else to take my rage out of my body, since I already broke my keyboard. I was most certainly not breaking your keyboard, yes I stole it after I broke mine. I knew how much time and money you spent on that keyboard.” Grizzy explained while I was giving him the “mom” look. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The chaos of gaming had turned into a comedic rendezvous, where gaming mishaps became fodder for laughter and camaraderie.

 “Well I appreciate  you not breaking mine, but now I have to fix your office door babe.” I say walking out his arms towards the closet of tools/storage that they have. 

As I set to fixing his door, the banter resumed. “Is it possible to rage hard enough to break a door?” I teased while wielding my tools. Grizzy sheepishly scratched his head, his triumph of rage slowly fading into recollection of the bond we all had. 

I heard Grizzy walk back into his office, as my hands were full of tools and glue so I could repair the holes in the wall. “I’m done, shut the fuck up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m done, I’m done.” Grizzy repeated. “I just broke my door with my hands, now ___ is fixing it. I’m FUCKING DONE.” He screams in anger and slaps his hand on his desk.

“Sorry, baby, I'm not mad at you.” Grizzy apologized to me, as I was trying to make myself as small as possible. I was putting toothpicks and wood glue together in the holes, where the screws used to be. Grizzy ended the stream right after he apologized to me. 

“You’re fine babe, is there anyway you can get the sandpaper that i left on the counter. Also maybe the wirecutter in the tool box?” I asked him a favor, I felt my phone buzz in my butt pocket.

Hey ___ you okay? Grizzy okay? -Puffer

Yes we are both okay, he is calming down now as we are both putting the door back together. Try to tell, chat that too. You know how shit can spiral out of control. 

Will do, and okay we were just making sure

Its all good! I’m probably gonna make him, go get us food in a min

(read)

Moments passed as I tuckered away at the door, awaiting Grizzy’s emotional cooldown. “After all this fixing, how about a nice dinner?” I suggested with a smile, already picturing a delightful feast to reward ourselves after the wild night.

“C’mon babe, let's get your fine ass off the dirty floor and go find a nice restaurant.” Grizzy nodded enthusiastically, offering his hand to help me up, grinning ear-to-ear. As I stood up with his help, I gave him a kiss on the lips and started tugging him to the door, laughing together. 

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Weather

Bombogenesis and bomb cyclone - A bombogenesis is “the process that occurs during a 24-hour period when the atmospheric pressure of an extratropical cyclone drops with enough intensity to produce explosive cyclogenesis.” The central barometric pressure drops quickly, producing hurricane-force winds and heavy snow or rainfall—like 77 inches worth of snow in one day. Nor’easters often undergo bombogenesis as cold winds from the north mix with warmer ocean water from the south, creating a big temperature range. These “weather bombs” or bomb cyclones can become blizzards when the conditions are just right. These bombs happen mostly in the fall and winter, but they aren’t unheard of during other times of the year.

Crepuscular ray - A twilight ray of sunlight shining through breaks in high clouds and illuminating dust particles in the air.

Derecho - A widespread and severe windstorm that moves rapidly along a fairly straight path, and it is associated with bands of rapidly moving thunderstorms. In some instances, the media will refer to derechos as "inland hurricanes".

Frazil - “Ice crystals formed in turbulent water, as in swift streams or rough seas.” However, frazil can also form in lakes and oceans; it is the start of sea ice. Frazil usually forms on very clear nights with very low temperatures.

Gloriole - “A halo, nimbus, or aureole.” When ice crystals are suspended in the atmosphere, light catches them causing a bright halo or even a rainbow around the sun or moon. The gloriole forms 22 degrees away from the center of the object, but this phenomenon can often be confused with coronas that form due to water droplets.

Graupel - A type of precipitation that is formed when really cold water droplets collect, freeze, and fall on snowflakes. This creates what is known as a ball of rime, which is “an opaque coating of tiny, white, granular ice particles.”

Haboob - “A thick dust storm or sandstorm that blows in the deserts of North Africa and Arabia or on the plains of India.” Haboob’s dust-storm cousin also hits the United States—just ask anyone who lives in Phoenix. These dust storms usually occur during or as a result of a thunderstorm.

Hunch weather - This term dates back to the 1700s; drizzle or winds that are strong enough to make you hunch over when you walk.

Monkey's wedding - Sunshine and rain at the same time; also known to be called sun showers. However, in South Africa, a “sun shower” is also known as a monkey’s wedding.

Moonbroch - A large halo around the moon; it is a sign of an approaching storm. A broch is an old term for a Scottish circular stone tower.

Petrichor - The distinct scent of rain in the air. More precisely, it’s the name of an oil that’s released from the earth into the air before rain begins to fall.

Polar vortex - A massive whirlpool of cold air that hovers above Earth’s North and South poles. During the warm months, the vortex shrinks toward the poles and generally stays out of our hair, which is nice. During the winter though, the vortex’s boundary—a narrow band of fast air called the polar front jet stream—expands, dipping toward the equator and dumping frigid weather onto any unsuspecting towns (or commuters) in its path.

Sastruga - (Sastrugi in the plural form) means “ridges of snow formed on a snowfield by the action of the wind.”

Smuir - “A thick atmosphere, a dense enveloping cloud or swirl of smoke, snow, rain, or mist.” Alternatively, a blind smuir is merely a snowdrift.

Snow - The partially frozen water vapor which falls in flakes.

Snow eater - When there’s snow everywhere. But, all of a sudden, a nice warm breeze blows over the snow and melts it all away. This usually happens in the Rockies.

Snow flurries - Light, intermittent snowfall without significant accumulation; tend to come from stratiform clouds.

Snow showers - A short period of light-to-moderate snowfall, also characterized by a sudden beginning and ending. There is some accumulation with snow showers, and they fall from convective or cumuliform clouds.

Snow squall - A heavy snow shower with strong winds.

Sugar weather - In Canada, when they have nice warm days but chilly nights, that’s known as sugar weather. That type of weather is just right for getting the maple syrup running in the maple trees.

Swullocking - Hot, sticky, humid weather during the summer; humid weather.

Thundersnow - When snow is the primary form of precipitation in a thunderstorm (instead of rain).

Virga - The virga phenomenon is when you can see that it is raining, but it evaporates on the way to the ground and ends up changing back to water vapor before you can feel it. When it rains and the rain actually makes it to the ground, there’s a meteorological word for that, too: praecipitatio.

Williwaw - A violent squall that blows in near-polar latitudes, as in the Strait of Magellan, Alaska, and the Aleutian Islands.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: On Weather ⚜ Calm & Stormy ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[snivy-with-a-stylus]

The first Pokémon team for my Pale Cousins AU! Here's Little Ghost's team!

Ghost's team is a result of trying to create a team that is a mix of what their adventure in Hollow Knight was like and trying to apply that adventure into the Pokémon World (and yes, I do refer to Ghost with they/them pronouns). I have planned out how Hollow Knight's story would take place in the Pokémon world's context enough to have a pretty concrete idea on how Ghost meets their team!

Soul the Phantump (Ghost/Grass, Male):

Ghost's first Pokémon!

Received as a gift for Ghost's 5th birthday from their mother, Willow White (aka the White Lady)

Hatched from one of the eggs of the White Lady's own Trevenant (which is also Shiny)

Can be shy and bashful around new people, but has a rather curious personality and cares for Ghost like a sibling

Soul often stays out of his pokéball and will hide in Ghost's shadow

Picked for obvious reasons (dead ghost children and Shiny Phantump looks so much like Ghost), but my in-universe reasoning is that Ghost's family, the Whites, are super rich and privileged in this universe because Arthur White (the Pale King) is the CEO and owner of RKS Laboratories (which is an actual company that exists in the Pokémon world, it is one of the companies you can do a Poké Job for)

Honedge (Steal/Ghost, Male)

The first Pokémon Ghost ever caught!

Wanted to catch one because of their big sibling, Hollow!

Ghost has actually been trained in sword-fighting, and will use Honedge as a stand-in sword if needed

Obvious reference to the Nail, Ghost's weapon, but I planned out a moveset to reference the Nail Arts and Upgrades: Gyro Ball = Cyclone Slash (Spinning attacks), Sacred Sword = Great Slash (Huge, powerful slashes), Shadow Sneak = Dash Slash (A quick/long-range attack), Swords Dance = Nail Upgrades (Increasing the power of attacks)

Butterfree (Bug/Flying, Male)

Gifted from the Grubfather, who is an incredibly talented Bug Pokemon Breeder, as thanks for Ghost's help

A reference to the Grub rescuing, and I picked Butterfree because Caterpie looks the closest to the Grubs

Butterfree will act like the Mothwing Cloak and Monarch Wings by attaching himself to Ghost's back and giving them a boost or carrying them around

Noivern (Flying/Dragon, Male)

Gifted from Grimm as a Noibat

Has a strange affinity for fire, even knowing how to use Flamethrower when it was born

Can be rather naughty and mischievous but is arguably one of Ghost's stronger, if not strongest, team member on account of being a gift from Grimm, who... I'll talk about later :)

If knowing a Fire-type move and being gifted from Grimm wasn't obvious, Noivern is a reference to Grimmchild!

Floette (Fairy, Female)

Was given to by Ze'mer with a letter attached to be deliver to Ze'mer's lover, The Traitors' Child (who I will be naming Orchid because I think I remember seeing somewhere that the Mantis Lords were named after flowers, and I really like the idea)

After delivering the letter and a whole bunch of other stuff, Floette becomes a part of Ghost's team and serves a bit more of a support role on the team

Floette is a reference to the Delicate Flower quest, with my AU's version of it being rather different and pretty important to its plot and having no dead gays! In fact, its going to have slightly more gays because...

Scyther (Bug/Flying, Female)

Caught by Ghost as part of a trial given to them by the Mantis Tribe, where Ghost needed to find a Scyther willing to be part of

Also has a crush on and is gay for Floette! That's right, lesbian mantis and flower girl!

I'll explain more in later posts that focus on how the Mantis Tribe works in this AU, but the short version is that Scyther fell in love with Floette when the Fairy-type was under Ze'mer's ownership, who brought her along when visiting Orchid.

Scyther joined Ghost partly because she respected them as a warrior and also because she wants to be with her flower girlfriend

Including Scyther onto Ghost's team feels just a tiny bit more random compared to the others, since her inclusion is to reference the Mark of Pride charm, but I always liked how the Mantis Tribe in-game no longer attack once you get the Mark of Pride. It becomes a safe space because the tribe now sees you as part of their tribe or at least a warrior worthy enough to be a part of the tribe. In a way, it kind of gives the Mantis Tribe a bit of a homey aspect.

But yep! Here is Ghost's team for my Pale Cousins AU!

Please let me know what you all think!

[sarnai4]

Training session ch. 2

Close to the outskirts of Jiol, there was an area which looked unkempt to most. There were no corals, hardly any creatures, and generally no life at all. What the place did have were walls of dark, gray stone. They did not extend in straight, continuous lines and instead swerved with placement and had areas of stone completely missing. These blocks of space helped extend the area so that it did not feel too enclosing. Despite few Jiolans traveling here, it did have a purpose: it was the designated training grounds.

Facing each other, Danae and Kostas were both in fighting stances. They kept their eyes trained on each other, both waiting for the other’s move. Danae was first and she concentrated as she turned the calm water around them into a small cyclone that began to grow as more water was spun into its composition. Her hair blew in the strong current she created, but the rest of her was unmoving. Kostas felt himself getting pulled into the whirlpool. He looked between it and Danae, then saw its current size. Swimming quickly, Kostas went up towards the top of the funnel. Just as he was overtop of it, he sent down a blast of lightning into its center. There was silence before the formerly spinning water was blown outwards and in every direction. As soon as it did, Kostas manipulated the rushing water to form a protective barrier around Danae and himself, preventing the force from knocking them around. As the current calmed, Danae smirked. 

“Well, I’m supposing that in a real setting, you wouldn’t extend the barrier as far to protect your enemy.”

“You might get special treatment.” Kostas shrugged, grinning. “How did you do that cyclone?”

Danae did a swoop with her hand, flicking her wrist. By doing so, she created a much smaller, tamer version of her previous attack. 

“It’s all in the wrist, then you focus on the middle,” she said. “That’s the core of it—which is why you were able to destroy it by targeting that. There shouldn’t be a limit to its size. As long as there is still water, it will grow, but just make sure you’re in control of it.”

Kostas’s face turned pensive. “I bet there’s a way to make it stronger to keep anyone from stopping it. What if you added spots by the opening that stick out like spikes?” he asked, excitement building. “That way, no one can get close enough to have a clean shot to the middle!”

Danae looked at the tiny cyclone and tested out the theory. As Kostas had suggested, she added what looked like needles from that size and he voiced his encouragement. 

“Good idea,” she complimented, nodding her head in approval.

“Thanks. I actually have another idea I’ve been thinking about too.” 

He sounded unsure. When Danae tilted her head in curiosity, he kept going. 

“What if we started training others? If more of them knew how to fight, they wouldn’t be at risk as much with the Patrollers and they could even start defending each other.”

Kostas watched Danae’s face as a thoughtful frown formed. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “These people aren’t warriors.”

“But they could be,” the boy pressed.

Danae’s expression did not change. “Or we would be spending time on lost causes. If they haven’t decided they need to learn yet, I don’t know what will convince them.” She stopped, seeing his face fall. “They haven’t proven that they have the drive, and we also don’t want them to learn just enough to go out there, thinking they can stop the Patrollers.”

“But could learning some be worse than where we are now?” Kostas asked.

“They’re still alive, Kostas,” she reasoned. “There’s always a way for it to be worse, but it’s our job to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

The youth said nothing for a moment before he responded. “Okay.” 

Danae put an arm around his shoulder. “Want to resume training tomorrow?”

“Sure. I’ve got some new moves you’ll have to look out for,” Kostas said, with a mischievous grin. 

Danae chuckled and began leading the way back to the village. Kostas lagged a bit and looked around. He saw one Jiolan poke a head out of some stone and quickly return in case a Patroller were to see him. Besides that, the boy did not see any of the other villagers. Only that one had ventured to go beyond the supposed safety of his home. At first glance, the village looked abandoned. There was scarcely more life than on the training grounds and it was somehow in more shambles. 

“Why doesn’t she want to change this?” Kostas thought, sighing. “We should be doing everything we can.”

Changing Waters: Jiol link (Typed out:https://a.co/d/aWxI6Ix)

Synopsis below:

What rests deep in the ocean? Mermaids? Monsters? Magic? All that and more.

Far below where any human can survive, there is a kingdom called Jiol. Kostas is a 14-year-old sorcerer who resides there with his mother and friends, but it is not their home. A home is filled with love, not fear and death. It is merely where they try to survive while the royal guards, the Patrollers, constantly raid the village. They kill anyone with tails, webbing, or fins—anyone who mutated for this underwater existence.

To protect innocent lives from the unending attacks, Kostas must get stronger even if this involves going behind his mother’s back. Training, sorcery, and seers are the villagers’ only hope against the Patrollers and a royal vizier who is as cruel as he is powerful. If Kostas cannot succeed as a protector of the village, Jiolans like him will be massacred to the point of extinction.

[martinifruit]

Probably about time i make a pinned post

Hi! I’m martini or tini also works

they/them (i don’t really care though)

interests tend to bounce around a lot but currently i’m into starkid, other interests include: dndads, epic the musical, ride the cyclone, gravity falls, and other random stuff

feel free to ask me anything other than nsfw questions (they’re uncomfortable and i’ll just block you)

that’s good enough for now i might add more later

edit: forgot to say i’m also fine with being dm-ed, i probably won’t ever dm you first but i’m always down to talk to new people (as long as you aren’t rude about it)

edit #2: i’ve apparently created a hatchetfield oc without realizing it so there’s that (i run the -🫒 anon account, not really anonymous at this point but that doesn’t matter)

edit #3: said hatchetfield oc now has his own account

[silvereyedzoroark]

Caladopius

Name: Caladopius (Cal-ah-dope-ee-us)

Type: Grass/Dragon

Ability:  Chlorophyll / Solar Power

Hidden Ability: Harvest

Info:

Evolves from Tropius when you feed it the 'Giant Nanab Berry'

It's 6 large palm leaf like wings can easily blow away threats with the force of a Cyclone.

This Fakemon resides in the Region of Oz

The Giant Nanab Berry, is a reference to the 'Big Banana' here in Australia, we have a bunch of iconic 'Big Things' one of which is the 'Big Banana'

For you see in my Oz Region I would be bringing back Totem Pokemon and some of them would be based/inspired by the 'Big Things' Tourist traps around Australia and one of these totem Pokemon would be Caladopius who represents the 'Big Bannana' so that player gets to fight a very large Caladopius on their adventures!

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Made Caladopius part Dragon instead of flying because this Fakemon deserves the dragon typing more than Alolan Exeggutor.

I don't mind Alolan Exeggutor, but justice for Tropius it deserves an evo.

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Many years ago I had a dream that Tropius got an evolution and it sort of looked like this. I've adjusted the design a bit from the dream version, because in the dream it looked more like a Diplodocus, like body shape was 100% Diplodocus while Tropius is more of a Sauropod so made Caladopius the same dinosaur type which meant changing the design a bit.

Which also meant shrinking down my fakemon because In the dream it was so tall and big you could stand under it without any issue and still have room for friends to join you. So yeah not that big, but it's bigger than a Tropius.

But yeah the dream which this showed up in was very short, just me traveling with friends in a jungle and encountering one of these guys in a clearing and us trying to catch it with Pokeballs but failing.

Thing I strongly remember so distinctly the 6 palm wings on its back and the really long neck and tail, that I knew I wanted to draw it, but kept forgetting to do so for the longest time until now!!! because....I made a region variant of Tropius and I really wanted it to have another stage so here we are! so now I can create a region variant of Caladopius!

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Also just on a random side note back to it's size, I am very disappointed by Tropius 'actual' size in the Pokemon Violet/Scarlet games, as I thought this Pokemon was palm tree sized not a tiny dinosaur.

Like look at the comparison between how the anime portrays Tropius vs the game.

Like maybe I'm wrong, but Tropius just looks bigger in the anime

Who is this guy and why you so tiny?

The anime version is what I'm always going to believe is the 'true' size for Tropius and the one's living in Paldea Region are either stunted/young ones who aren't getting enough nutrition's to reach their true height, or the berry trees in Paldea don't grow so high, so the native Tropius that live in the area don't need to be so big to reach them.

[deceptive-daydreams]

What TTPD song is your favorite and how are you projecting it onto Eddie?

oooo you've just unlocked a new level of crazy, im doing my research, im analyzing the songs...

ok when i first listened to the album, i was all over but daddy i love him. it's so eddie, the way everyone hates him and she's head over heels, doesn't give a single shit about anyone else but him. it's so canon had eddie had a love interest.

and then rockstar!eddie has the BIGGEST choke hold on me, there are SEVERAL songs i've created tiny fics in my head to. The Tortured Poets Department feels very him. Like in the middle of their relationship when things get a little rocky and he gets distant, she's kinda giving up on it except she's kinda like well if not me then who will hold you? Like who's gonna know you so deeply if not me? "I chose this cyclone with you" ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

loml...DO I NEED TO ELABORATE. well i will. she feels a lot like he's giving up on them. he's called her the love of his life but he doesn't necessarily show it, too caught up in the industry. drugs play a part. he needs to get his shit together. he's so used to pushing people away that he makes her think his love was "counterfeit". because he can't have it all, right? basically sabotages himself, is a huge idiot, he is the loss of her life. for a good six months.

i can fix him (no really i can) UM...SHE DEF THINKS SHE CAN BEFORE SHIT REALLY GOES DOWN HILL. she thinks she can get him sober, thinks she can make him take shit seriously. she doesn't realize he won't do it until he WANTS to, he has to WANT to help himself. "trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man, no really i can." meanwhile he's fucked up, running down the street with his dick out and everyone is looking at her with pity like "so this is your man?" and at some point she has that moment of "whoa maybe I can't"

THE BLACK DOG...when they're broken up and she's so convinced he's forgotten all about her, even with the implication that they are soulmates. she knew him at his poorest, knew him at his worst, knew him in all shitty aspects and still loves him yet he still couldn't get his shit together and now he's out at the bar with women who are far better looking in her eyes but could never put up with a fraction of the shit she had to.

and finally, moving on from rockstar!eddie my beloved, i hate it here is also so eddie. he HATES it here. rightfully so. i do too. he creates fantasy worlds in his head, spends most of his time there. only shares them at hellfire and even then not ALL of it. he hates feeling like an alien despite embracing his "freak" title. it's just a cover up. "this place made me feel worthless" brb gonna cry

i can't pick a favorite lmao

[drhoz]

The Great ACT-NSW-NZ Trip, 2023-2024 - St. Arnaud

After getting across Cook Strait without being shipwrecked (the weather was actually quite pleasant compared to some of the unholy gales that come through the gap, with the wind merely howling), we started our explorations of Te Waipounamu, the Island of Greenstone Waters. Pounamu is such a beautiful and useful stone that the Māori named the entire island after it.

Europeans called it South Island, or archaically New Munster. It covers 150,437 square kilometres, making it the world's 12th-largest island. We stopped at the Omaka Aviation Museum, which was worth it, but our first night was spent at St. Arnaud, formerly Rotoiti, a tiny alpine village.

It's certainly surrounded by mountains, and shows some really nice alpine geomorphology - hanging valleys left where subsiduary glaciers got cut off by the larger glaciers in the main valley, scree slopes where the greywacke of the mountains is disintigrating, and alpine lakes like Lake Rotoiti itself, formed when the glaciers retreated at the end of the last Ice Age and left behind huge piles of pebbles, gravel, and boulders to dam the meltwater.

On the other hand St. Arnaud has also been built right on top of a considerably larger geological feature - the Alpine Fault. This tectonic boundary between the Australian and Pacific Plates runs for over 600km, and is one of the fastest moving faultlines in the world, moving, on average, almost 40mm a year. Geological formations that originally straddled the fault are now 480km apart. Unfortunately most of that movement happens during huge earthquakes every few hundred years - the last big one on the Alpine Fault happens around 1717, rupturing 400km of the fault at once.

Over the last 12 million years a significant upwards element to the fault movement has been added, creating the Southern Alps. Most of what is now the South Island got pushed 20 kilometers up, whereupon New Zealand's weather promptly ground it 16 kilometers back down again. The assorted rubble forms the plains on the east and southern coast, or got swept north by prevailing currents on the west coast. Exposed basement rock on the South Island is mostly greywacke, or heavily metamorphised rocks such as schist from even deeper. That's where the greenstone originally formed.

Anyway, the next big quake will probably trash St. Arnaud completely, and cut every road across the mountains for months. Happily that didn't happen on this trip - @purrdence had enough problems with a cyclone cutting roads and trainlines last time.

The original forest around St. Arnaud is mostly Antarctic Beech (Nothofagus sp.) and forms the basis of a unique and seriously threatened ecosystem. I'll tell you all about that over the upcoming posts.

Here's some species I've covered before.

[dyxtd21]

Overlemon (Overlord) aesthetic moodboard!!

Overlemon:

Overlemon is a striking figure of vibrant intensity and commanding elegance, his design reflecting the bold and tangy allure of lemon meringue ice cream cake. His armor is primarily a base of smooth, light brown, evoking the rich, crumbly texture of the dessert’s crust. This is contrasted by brilliant lemon-yellow accents that streak across his body, radiating energy and a sense of sharp focus. His upper torso and shoulders are crowned with swirls of white and pale brown, resembling the lightly toasted peaks of meringue, their glossy sheen giving him an air of confectionary perfection. Adorning his form are artfully arranged pieces of lemon meringue ice cream cake, complete with tiny sculpted lemon slices that rest on his shoulders and forearms, adding a touch of zesty flair.

Overlemon’s face is framed by sleek, angular lines, with lemon-yellow streaks glowing faintly like an aura of citrus energy. His optics shine a piercing white-gold, a stark reflection of his focus and icy resolve. His wings are broad and segmented, resembling slices of lemon with radiant yellow and white gradients that shimmer as he moves. The effect is dazzling, a visual manifestation of his theme that captures both the sharpness and indulgence of his dessert inspiration.

Personality-wise, Overlemon is sharp, dynamic, and unyielding, embodying the tangy punch of lemon meringue with his cutting intellect and fierce determination. He is a tactician and warrior of the highest caliber, blending ruthless efficiency with a taste for dramatic flair. Overlemon possesses a commanding presence, his every move exuding confidence and purpose. He thrives on challenge and conflict, viewing them as opportunities to showcase his prowess. While he respects the structure of the Frosties under Scorponoshake’s leadership, Overlemon has an unmistakable streak of independence and ambition that occasionally puts him at odds with his peers.

Within the Frosties, Overlemon is both a valued ally and a source of occasional tension. He respects Scorponoshake as a leader but sees himself as a rival for influence, often testing the boundaries of Scorponoshake’s authority with his bold initiatives. His relationship with Tarnstard is marked by mutual respect for their shared discipline, though Overlemon occasionally views Tarnstard’s precise methods as overly rigid. With Cyclos’mores, he shares a camaraderie built on their shared love of battle, though Overlemon finds Cyclos’mores’ impulsiveness frustrating at times. Bludgmochi earns his admiration for his artistry, and the two often collaborate on missions requiring finesse and precision. Deathsachertorte is one of the few Frosties Overlemon regards as an equal, their dynamic characterized by a blend of camaraderie and rivalry.

Outside the Frosties, Overlemon is a polarizing figure among the Decepticorns. He dismisses Megatwix as a blustering opportunist unworthy of true loyalty. Starcream’s flamboyance irritates him, though he enjoys verbally sparring with the latter to expose his insecurities. He acknowledges Soundwafer’s tactical mind but finds his blind loyalty to Megatwix baffling. Scourock, with his opportunistic tendencies, is little more than a nuisance to Overlemon, who values strength and strategy over treachery.

In combat, Overlemon is a whirlwind of precision and devastating power. His primary weapon is a pair of lemon-bladed sabers that radiate a glowing citrus energy. These blades slice through armor with ease, leaving behind searing trails of acidic energy that weaken and disorient his enemies. His ranged weapon, a dual-barreled citrus cannon mounted on his forearms, fires concentrated bursts of frozen lemon energy that explode on impact, showering the battlefield with shards of icy, acidic mist.

Overlemon’s signature ability, "Lemon Zest Tempest," creates a cyclone of freezing winds and glowing lemon shards that swirl around him, slicing through enemy defenses and leaving them immobilized in icy citrus energy. This tempest is not only destructive but also disorienting, as the tangy aroma it releases saps the morale of his foes. He can also summon blasts of meringue-like energy from the cake pieces adorning his body, creating sticky, immobilizing barriers that trap his enemies.

Overlemon is a master of battlefield control, using his sharp intellect and unparalleled strength to dominate his opponents. He views every conflict as an opportunity to prove his superiority, wielding the tangy intensity of lemon meringue ice cream cake as both a weapon and a symbol of his identity. Overlemon is a dynamic and formidable force within the Frosties, his ambition and sharp personality cutting through the cold discipline of his peers to leave an indelible mark on the battlefield.

[video-game-kids-tournament]

MEET YOUR CONTESTANTS!

Sonic spoilers under the cut!

Name: Miles "Tails" Prower/Tails the Fox

Age: 8

• “idk but they are child”

Gender + Pronouns: Male, he/him

Video Game: Sonic the Hedgehog

Backstory: “Sonic's little brother. Got bullied as a baby and Sonic adopted him abt it”

• "Little guy!!! He was bullied for having two tails until Sonic swoops in and scares off the bullies. Tails follows Sonic and secures himself a big brother! We don't know the exact age Tails was when he first joined Sonic but he was absolutely baby and little considering if you idle long enough he gets sleepy and does a little yawn. Anyways he's created napalm before. He is horrifyingly smart like don't fuck with this kid. In the games he goes through character development, moving past being in Sonic's shadow and growing into his own. Instead of relying on Sonic the save him he goes out of his way to save the city and when Sonic is believed to be dead, he goes head to head with Eggman at 8 years old. After the Adventure era, his characterization takes a nosedive but it's directly mentioned in the latest game that he himself feels like he's been inconsistent. He's still growing up and he is still learning. Sonic tells him all this and you can tell Sonic and Tails love each other so much okay I'll stop because I will burst into tears thinking abt the brothers."

Why should they win the tournament?: “He has a kill count. He had a rival once. Key word had, he blew him up with napalm bombs. Super smart and could make a machine to kick anyone's ass”

• "Adopted little brother of Sonic. Ostracized for being a fox with two tails instead of one.”

• “Miles "Tails" Prower is a two tailed fox from a small village in West Side Island. There he was bullied for his genetic mutation, his two tails, until one day, one Sonic The Hedgehog, while visiting the island, showed the bullies what's what, and ended up getting one tiny two-tailed admirer who wanted so bad to keep up with him and join him in his cool adventures, he learned to fly with his tails and joined his heroes in helping save his island as well as the world. Aside from using his genetic mutation to take to the skies, and aiding Sonic where his feet can't take him, Tails is also crazy smart!! he's got a particular fondness for mechanics, helping Sonic boost his airplane, the Tornado, basically taking over the plane, and even building his own aerial vehicles like the Cyclone!! He helps with basically any tech issue, he creates all sorts of gadgets too, besides flying machines, like watches, hoverboards, tablets and the such, as well as fixing up their extreme gears, to the point he's rivals with a professional of the gear, and also developing his own coding and apps! he's a tech whiz, and can go toe to toe with the likes og Eggman, who has an iq of 300. All of this at like, 8!!!!!! Recently all Sonic characters lost their states canonical ages, so while the ages are kimd of up to interpretation, it's very obvious Tails is still a kid, still coming into his own and still needing help from others more "grown up" anyway did you know I love him aksdkfj sorry for the ramble lol good luck with the tournamye!! ^-^”

• "he deserves it"

• “Little buddy”

• “bc he's a kid, and from a video game, and also i love him lots? :] also he gets put through the Horrors, gets adopted, gets villainzed and all the other shit too, so pretty please? :3”

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For nearly a year now, a bizarre heating event has been unfolding across the world’s oceans. In March 2023, global sea surface temperatures started shattering record daily highs, and have stayed that way since.

You can see 2023 in the orange line below, the other gray lines being previous years. That solid black line is where we are so far in 2024—way, way above even 2023. While we’re nowhere near the Atlantic hurricane season yet—that runs from June 1 through the autumn—keep in mind that cyclones feed on warm ocean water, which could well stay anomalously hot in the coming months. Regardless, these surface temperature anomalies could be triggering major ecological problems already.

“In the tropical eastern Atlantic, it’s four months ahead of pace—it’s looking like it’s already June out there,” says Brian McNoldy, a hurricane researcher at the University of Miami. “It’s really getting to be strange that we’re just seeing the records break by this much, and for this long.”

You’ll notice from these graphs and maps that the temperature anomalies may be a degree or two Celsius warmer, which may not sound like much. But for the seas, it really is: Unlike land, which rapidly heats and cools as day turns to night and back again, it takes a lot to warm up an ocean that may be thousands of feet deep. So even an anomaly of mere fractions of a degree is significant. “To get into the two or three or four degrees, like it is in a few places, it’s pretty exceptional,” says McNoldy.

So what’s going on here? For one, the oceans have been steadily warming over the decades, absorbing something like 90 percent of the extra heat that humans have added to the atmosphere. “The oceans are our saviors, in a way,” says biological oceanographer Francisco Chavez of the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute in California. “Things might be a lot worse in terms of climate impacts, because a lot of that heat is not only kept at the surface, it’s taken to depths.”

A major concern with such warm surface temperatures is the health of the ecosystems floating there: phytoplankton that bloom by soaking up the sun’s energy and the tiny zooplankton that feed on them. If temperatures get too high, certain species might suffer, shaking the foundations of the ocean food web.

But more subtly, when the surface warms, it creates a cap of hot water, blocking the nutrients in colder waters below from mixing upwards. Phytoplankton need those nutrients to properly grow and sequester carbon, thus mitigating climate change. If warming-induced stratification gets bad enough, “we don’t see what we would call a ‘spring bloom,’” says Dennis Hansell, an oceanographer and biogeochemist at the University of Miami. “Those are much harder to make happen if you don’t bring nutrients back up to the surface to support the growth of those algae.”

That puts serious pressure on an ecosystem that depends on these phytoplankton. Making matters worse, the warmer water gets, the less oxygen it can hold. “We have seen the growth of these oxygen minimum zones,” says Hansell. “Organisms that need a lot of oxygen, they’re not too happy when the concentrations go down in any way—think of a tuna that is expending a lot of energy to race through the water.”

In addition to plankton dealing with ever-higher temperatures due to global warming, there’s also natural variability to consider here. Less dust has been blowing off the Sahara Desert recently, for example. Normally this plume wafts over to the Americas, forming a giant umbrella that shades all that Atlantic water. But now the umbrella has partially folded up, allowing more of the sun to beat down on the ocean.

Weirder still, another contributing factor to ocean warming might be the 2020 regulations that drastically reduced the amount of sulfur allowed in shipping fuels. “Basically overnight, it cut this aerosol pollution by about 75, 80 percent,” says Robert Rohde, lead scientist at Berkeley Earth, a nonprofit that gathers climate data. “That was a good thing for human health—the air pollution was toxic.”

But sulfur aerosols attract water vapor, meaning that previously those ships would produce clouds in their wake—known as ship tracks—which, similar to Saharan dust, would bounce some of the sun’s energy back into space. “Now that we’ve cut it back, it has the side effect that some of that air pollution—that marine smog, if you might—is no longer there,” Rohde says. “The sky is clearer, so a little bit more sunlight is coming through.” Thus shipping regulations may have contributed a little bit of ocean warming in heavily trafficked areas like the North Atlantic. (In the graph above, the solid black line again shows 2024’s temperatures, this time specifically in the North Atlantic. Orange is 2023.)

Over in the Pacific, an El Niño band of warm water formed last summer and is now waning, both accounting for a good chunk of ocean warming globally and adding heat to the atmosphere to influence weather around the world. El Niño is now waning. The phenomenon and its counterpart La Niña—a band of cold water in the same area—are perfectly natural, but now they’re happening on top of that warming of the oceans that humans are responsible for. “One of our challenges,” says Chavez, “is trying to tease out what these natural variations are doing in relation to the steady warming due to increasing CO2 in the atmosphere.”

Now check out the graph above, which shows sea surface temperature anomalies since the late 1800s. Things really started warming up in the 1980s, but notice the red spikes well before, in the early 1940s. That’s associated with El Niños, says Chavez, showing just how powerful the events can be in influencing global ocean temperatures.

Still, sea surface temperatures started soaring last year well before El Niño formed. Also, independent of that band of warm water in the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean has been boiling, as you can see in this map of January’s temperature anomalies relative to the mean between 1910 and 2009. “The Atlantic has been record-breakingly warm since early March of 2023,” says McNoldy. “It’s not even close. That’s kind of the head-scratcher: Will it ever be back to just normal record-breaking instead of record-crushing? It’s just kind of crazy.”

If you know that a warm ocean fuels Atlantic hurricanes, you might be wondering whether we’re now in danger of a cyclone forming in February. But worry not. “There are quite a few ingredients that hurricanes need, and warm ocean temperatures is just one of them,” says McNoldy. For one, the low wind shear that hurricanes require to form isn’t there yet. But, McNoldy adds, when those conditions do appear, they’ll take advantage of that warm ocean. “We actually did see that a year ago with two named storms, Brett and Cindy, both in June in the middle of the tropical East Atlantic, which is incredibly odd,” he says. “We were also looking at extremely warm ocean temperatures out there, where normally they would have been a little too cool.”

Last week, the US Climate Prediction Center put the odds of La Niña developing between June and August at 55 percent. Whereas El Niño tends to create wind shear in the Atlantic, which beats down hurricanes, La Niña reduces wind shear. “All other things being equal, La Niña acts to enhance Atlantic hurricane activity,” says McNoldy. “When you have that influence on top of a very warm ocean, it’s probably cause for some concern.”

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Best Vacuum Cleaners for Indian Homes – Types & Benefits

🧹 Vacuum Cleaners: The Smart Solution for Modern-Day Cleaning

In today’s fast-moving lifestyle, maintaining a clean and hygienic home environment is essential. With rising pollution and daily dust build-up, traditional cleaning methods often fall short. A vacuum cleaner offers a smart, time-saving solution to keep your space spotless and allergen-free.

🏠 Why Every Home Needs a Vacuum Cleaner

A vacuum cleaner is an electric appliance that uses suction to remove dust, dirt, and debris from various surfaces like floors, carpets, sofas, and curtains. Unlike regular sweeping, it captures even the tiniest particles, making it especially useful for:

Homes with pets or children

People suffering from dust allergies or asthma

Households in urban or high-dust areas

How does Vacuum Cleaner work?

It may look like a complicated machine, but the conventional vacuum cleaner is made up of only six essential components:

An intake port, which may include a variety of cleaning accessories

An exhaust port

An electric motor

A fan

A porous bag

A housing that contains all the other components

When you plug the vacuum cleaner in and turn it on, this is what happens:

The electric motor rotates the fan, which pulls air through the intake port.

Once drawn into the vacuum, this air is pushed past what's called an impeller blade (the spinning blade you can see in many vacuums).

The blades create a cyclonic action that causes tiny particles to separate from larger ones by weight and size. This separation causes a "cyclonic separation," and the larger debris is left behind, which will clog your vacuum's exhaust port if it's not removed.

The air then travels through the porous bag which traps what has just been separated in its tiny pores, and this airflow continues to be cyclonically drawn into itself until all of the air has been exhausted back into the room.

Vacuum cleaners are able to filter what is left through a fine cloth bag or filter. This helps trap any microscopic particles that can cause allergies and respiratory problems like asthma, but it cannot eliminate them entirely because most vacuum filters don't fit tightly enough around what's called the "HEPA (high efficiency particulate filter)" standard.

This is what gives the vacuum cleaner its name – it creates a low-pressure area (or "vacuum") that helps sucks up dirt, dust and other debris from surfaces like carpets, floors and furniture.

When you turn on the vacuum cleaner, the electric motor starts to spin. This in turn spins the fan, which creates a powerful suction force.

The dirt and dust is drawn into the vacuum cleaner through the intake port, and it is held there by the porous bag. Once the bag is full, you simply remove it and replace it. Doing so allows the vacuum to have space inside to keep the messes that it sucks up when in use.

🔍 Types of Vacuum Cleaners Available in India

Choosing the right type depends on your cleaning needs and home setup:

1. Upright Vacuum Cleaners

Ideal for deep carpet cleaning

Easy to use but bulky for small homes

2. Canister Vacuum Cleaners

Versatile and powerful

Great for all floor types and furniture

3. Handheld Vacuum Cleaners

Compact and cordless

Perfect for car cleaning or sofa corners

4. Stick Vacuum Cleaners

Lightweight and space-saving

Best for quick everyday cleanups

5. Robot Vacuum Cleaners

Smart and automatic

Cleans your floor even when you’re away

6. Wet and Dry Vacuum Cleaners

Handles both dry wastes and liquid spills

Great for kitchens, garages, or deep cleaning tasks

🛒 Features to Look For Before Buying

When choosing a vacuum cleaner, consider these features for better performance:

Suction Power – Higher watts mean stronger cleaning

HEPA Filter – Required for allergy protection

Bagged vs Bagless – Bagless models are easy to clean

Corded or Cordless – Cordless for flexibility, corded for power

Multiple Attachments – Tools for sofa, car, curtains, etc.

🇮🇳 Best Vacuum Cleaner Brands in India

Popular and trusted brands offering top-rated models include:

Dyson – Premium and powerful (cordless & robot models)

Eureka Forbes – Reasonable and reliable for Indian homes

Philips –Elegant, everlasting, and effective

Agaro & Inalsa – Budget-friendly with strong suction

Karcher – German quality, especially for wet and dry use

🏆 Top 5 Best Vacuum Cleaners in India (2025)

1. Dyson V12 Detect Slim Absolute

Type: Cordless Stick Vacuum

Suction Power: High

Dustbin Capacity: 0.35 L

Battery Life: Up to 60 minutes

Best For: Deep cleaning, pet hair, hard floors and carpets

Pros: Lightweight, laser dust detection, powerful motor

Cons: Expensive

2. Eureka Forbes Quick Clean DX

Type: Canister Vacuum Cleaner (Wired)

Suction Power: Good

Dust Bag Capacity: 1 L

Best For: Daily home use, Indian floors

Pros: Budget-friendly, easy to use, comes with multiple attachments

Cons: Not ideal for deep carpet cleaning

3. Philips PowerPro FC9352/01

Type: Bagless Canister

Power: 1900W

Dust Capacity: 1.5 L

Best For: All floor types, allergy sufferers

Pros: Strong suction, compact design, EPA10 filter

Cons: Slightly noisy

4. Karcher WD 3 Wet & Dry

Type: Wet & Dry Vacuum Cleaner

Power: 1000W

Tank Capacity: 17 L

Best For: Indoor and outdoor cleaning, garages, wet spills

Pros: Durable build, multipurpose use

Cons: Bulky for small apartments

5. Agaro Ace 1600W Wet & Dry

Type: Wet & Dry Canister

Power: 1600W

Tank: 21 L stainless steel

Best For: Large homes, post-renovation cleaning

Pros: High capacity, strong suction, blower function

Cons: Takes up more space

📊 Comparison at a Glance

Model

Type

Best For

Price Range

Key Feature

Dyson V12 Detect Slim

Cordless Stick

High-end cleaning

₹55,000+

Laser detection, cordless

Eureka Forbes Quick Clean DX

Canister

Everyday cleaning

₹3,500 – ₹4,500

Affordable, compact

Philips PowerPro FC9352/01

Bagless Canister

Allergy control

₹9,000 – ₹11,000

Strong suction, EPA filter

Karcher WD 3

Wet & Dry

Indoor/outdoor mess

₹7,000 – ₹9,000

Wet & dry with blower

Agaro Ace 1600W

Wet & Dry

Heavy-duty home use

₹6,500 – ₹8,500

Large tank, stainless steel

Best Vacuum Cleaner Repair Service in Chandigarh – Reliable & Affordable Solutions

A vacuum cleaner is an essential appliance in most homes and offices today, especially with the growing need for hygiene and cleanliness. But like all machines, vacuum cleaners can develop issues over time – from loss of suction to motor problems or electrical faults. If you're based in Chandigarh and searching for a reliable vacuum cleaner repair service, you’re in the right place.

This blog highlights the best repair service options in Chandigarh, what to expect, and how to choose the right technician for your vacuum cleaner issues.

🛠️ Common Vacuum Cleaner Problems

Before we dive into service providers, it's helpful to understand common issues for which people seek vacuum repair services:

Loss of suction power

Motor overheating or burning smell

Clogged filters or hose

Dust bag issues

Broken wheels or body parts

Strange noises during operation

Electrical faults or power failure

Regular maintenance can avoid many of these problems, but when your machine fails, a professional technician is the best solution.

🏆 Top Vacuum Cleaner Repair Services in Chandigarh

Here are some of the best-rated and most trusted vacuum cleaner repair services in the city:

1. Urban Repair Services – Sector 22, Chandigarh

Urban Repair Services is a well-known name in appliance servicing in Chandigarh. They offer doorstep repair for most brands like Eureka Forbes, Philips, Karcher, Dyson, and others. Highlights:

Quick service turnaround

Genuine spare parts

Trained technicians

Affordable pricing

2. Sai Sales Corporation (Philips service centre) – Industrial Area Phase 2 Chandigarh

This service center is known for fast and reliable repairs, especially for all home appliances. Highlights:

Repairs all leading brands

Wet/dry vacuum cleaner expertise

Walk-in and home service options

Genuine spare parts

Affordable pricing

3. Girish sales & services

This is multi brand service centre Highlights:

Walk-in and home service options

Warranty on service

Background-verified technicians

Genuine spare parts

Affordable pricing

4. Eureka Forbes Authorized Service Center – Sector 35

If you own a Forbes model, going to their official center ensures warranty-safe repairs and original parts. Highlights:

Brand-certified service

On-site and pickup options

AMC (Annual Maintenance Contracts) available

🔍 How to Choose the Right Repair Service

Here are a few quick tips to help you select the best vacuum cleaner repair service in Chandigarh:

Check Reviews & Ratings – Google and Justdial are great places to start

Ask About Spare Parts – Always prefer centers using genuine components

Compare Quotes – Don’t settle for the first quote; ask at least 2–3 providers

Look for Warranty – A service guarantee reflects professionalism

Choose Doorstep Service – It saves time and is more convenient

✅ Conclusion

Whether you live in a small apartment or a large home, a vacuum cleaner is an essential tool for modern living. It saves time, improves cleanliness, and contributes to a healthier indoor environment. With many affordable options now available in India, there's no reason to delay upgrading your cleaning routine.

For more information visit at https://homeappliance.io/

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The LUMI Supercomputer specs, 3 World-Changing Applications

LUMI Supercomputer

EuroHPC JU funds the Kajaani, Finland-based LUMI supercomputer. Finland, Belgium, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Iceland, the Netherlands, Norway, Poland, Sweden, and Switzerland support LUMI.

Top500 named LUMI Europe's fastest supercomputer and sixth overall in November 2024. The peak LUMI Supercomputer can handle 380 petaflops, or 1.5 million high-end laptops. HPE Cray EX is built on AMD EPYC CPUs and AMD Instinct MI250X GPUs. LUMI is the 25th most energy-efficient supercomputer on Green500. The hydropower-powered plant recovers waste heat to heat 100 Kajaani dwellings.

Though LUMI may assist many efforts, here are three ways teams are using its massive processing capability to change the world.

Addressing climate change

How to halt global warming and mitigate its impacts is one of humanity's biggest issues. Destination Earth is one of the most intriguing LUMI climate initiatives. The digital twin project accurately models five km of the earth. A supercomputer is needed to manage this initiative's daily petabyte of data.

Every seven to ten years, climate experts might update their climate change estimates. Destination Earth's annual estimates have increased prediction accuracy, allowing mankind to prepare.

The model lets scientists test alternative situations. Destination Earth allows government agencies to simulate weather-related programs to measure their effectiveness in reducing global warming.

Forecasting natural disasters

LUMI and Destination Earth anticipate droughts, floods, storms, and cyclones. At least 3,700 died in 2024 from climate change. Scientists predict better analytical skills to reduce disasters as they increase.

The Destination Earth project and European High-Performance Computing Centre of Excellence for Exascale on Solid Earth (ChEESE CoE) use the LUMI supercomputer. Creating accurate glacier outburst flood forecasts is one endeavour. Glacier outburst floods threatens Iceland, a LUMI supercomputer cooperation member. In difficult-to-reach places, temperature, weather, glacier melt, and tiny seismic occurrences combine in complex ways, making these events notoriously unpredictable.

These floods threaten Iceland, a LUMI consortium member. Using Elmer/Ice software on the LUMI system, scientists from several organisations are modelling sudden glacier outburst floods that endanger Icelandic settlements to offer lifesaving early warnings.

Other ChEESE CoE and LUMI initiatives analyse hydrology, earthquakes, fires, volcanic ash, and more. LUMI has urgent computer cycles and is working on weather forecasting projects using AI.

Treating illness

LUMI provides disease diagnosis and treatment information, making it essential for life sciences research. One of its early projects, ComPatAI, analyses tissue samples using deep learning. “We have primarily worked on breast and prostate cancer,” says University of Turku Institute of Biomedicine associate professor Pekka Ruusuvuori. These are the most common cancers in men and women, therefore there's much of information about them. The objective is to provide a flexible model that can be expanded for new and different uses.

Finnish healthcare lab leader Fimlab offers digitised slides to the program. By project completion, ComPatAI expects 2.5 million images. With this much data, they can train AI algorithms to detect unseen cancer.

Another project employs LUMI to model atomic-scale cell membranes. Cell membrane modifications can help doctors identify and treat type 2 diabetes, Parkinson's, and Alzheimer's. Scientists employ simulations to study healthy and sick cells since atomic-scale physical testing are impractical. This might change medicine.