#magnetic parameters

[mpcomagnetics]

Temperature Condition for Brushless Motor Magnets

Temperature Condition for Brushless Motor Magnets Brushless motors use permanent magnet as one of their key components. These magnets usually use high-performance permanent magnet materials, such as rare earth neodymium strong magnets, mainly arc-shaped, fan-shaped, wedge-shaped, and rectangular. Today, this article mainly introduces the temperature requirements of brushless (DC) motor…

[satorurize]

Show me who you are..(p✩rnstar!)

Pornstar au; Sylus and Rafayel + a special bonus at the end <3

Warning: 18+, smut, MDNI, this is self indulgent and pure hornball energy, reader is fem

♡ Sylus

Definitely a solo performer, is infamous for his pov videos. Doesn't show his face since he's also the leader of the Onychinus and revealing his beautiful face would put him in a vulnerable situation.

He's got all the gears, the whips, harnesses, ropes. Soft BDSM was his forte. Initially he only did talk throughs for his massive and largely female audience, his subscriber count soaring through the roof just after his first video. His deep, raspy voice, ripped body and big cock did it for him.

But then, you came along, a captivated fan who sometimes took out time from your busy schedule as a hunter to indulge yourself in his videos, having no idea that it was actually the man you had encountered in the N109 zone. You had a hint, so you weren't too surprised when Sylus obliged to his dear fan to do a video together. He wasn't going to collaborate with anyone else besides you anyway.

He made sure you were blind folded with a lacy fabric which was enough for people to be able to recognise you.

He had you on your knees, hands tied onto your back with a clean knot, your beautiful bare body on display for him and his audience to enjoy.

Sylus dragged the tip of the cane tantalizingly, maybe perhaps with a playful sense of revenge from that one time you had him on his knees.

Your nipples were caressed beneath the leather of the cane, body shuddering at the cool sensation while heat pooled between your legs, you were embarrassingly wet with your inner thighs coated with your nectar.

Seeing a small trickle of your wetness down your thigh, Sylus immediately had an amused expression on his face. A smirk lacing his lips while he rubbed the leather now onto your soaked folds.

"Mh..please..more.." you pleaded in desperation, which was immediately followed by a soft spank with the cane onto your pussy, enough to make you jolt at the impact.

"Please what kitten..? Use your words." You let out a shaky breath at his sterness, it turning you on beyond measure.

"Please..sir.." Sylus was pleased with this switched dynamic, letting out a hum of approval as his fingers replaced the cane. The cacophony of your moans and the squelching from your wetness as he plunged his fingers within your cunt echoed the room.

Your body was worn as the man pulled orgasm and orgasm out of you. The floor a puddle of your juices as he made you squirt, over and over again. His greed really couldn't be satiated.

Some people were clearly envious of this very special guest but majority seemed to enjoy the new addition, the number of subscribers soared for him exponentially.

♡ Rafayel

Famous for his pretty face and passionate fucking. The way he did things in the bedroom were pure fun. Rafayel was providing his subscribers what most people weren't, and that was unadulterated romance between you and him.

The artist that he was, Rafayel shooting porn with you was always cinematic. The lighting, the angles where always set up in a manner that it would make the viewers even appreciate the aesthetics of it.

His sense of humor was incorporated in how he fucked, making his you laugh while he rearranged your guts and while managing to maintain his seductiveness. Took skill for most people, but Rafayel was a natural with his innate ability to be so..magnetic.

Anyone who craved watching "passionate sex", your and Rafayel's channel fit every single parameter of that genre.

Recently, the two of you were recorded a video in his bathtub, titled 'fucking my sweet girlfriend after a long day at work.'

Your back rested against his chest, his warmth merging with yours as he fondled with your breasts, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You giggled as you felt the tip of leaky cock brush against your folds and you decided to toy with him a little, pressing your thumb on his slit, with a glint of mischief in your eyes. A very evident throb passing between your legs when you heard him whimper for you.

That didn't really make you stop, now having your hand pump his length while you had your head turned to have your eyes gazing into his half-lidded ones, hazy with your touch.

It didn't take time for him to switch on you, making you face him with your thighs straddled onto him, with you positioned on top but the one to pull the strings was him, his hand settled onto your waist as you rode him slowly, but sensually. Each vein of his cock discerned against your cloying walls as you made love for the camera, that you forgot even existed.

He always made sure to give you a nice creampie by the end of it, or paint his cum onto your tits as the vision seemed to entice him. His videos were always inclusive of aftercare with him peppering kisses all over your body that appeared like worship. His and your fans always ate it up.

♡ Bonus! Sylus & Rafayel

You don't know what came over you, but you did not expect your beloved lemurian boyfriend to agree sharing you with Sylus for a video. There was some animosity in the beginning between the two, the bantering and both of them unleashing their sass upon each other.

However, all of it was soon wiped away when you were stuffed with Sylus' cock in your walls while your mouth skillfully worked on Rafayel's, hands placed onto his thighs for support. Things were a bit slow and steady at the beginning, neither of them really releasing their inhibitions until you begged them to be rougher.

Rafayel knew you could handle it, observing how well you took the other mans cock. He did feel a sense of pride in the end that you belonged to him.

"She can handle it, look at her..practically soaking your cock." He assured pulling out from your the hot cavern of your mouth. Rafayel leaned down nudging his nose on yours. "You can handle it, can't you cutie..?" You frantically nodded, all sense of shame already left body the moment the duo had you positioned between them on your knees. "Yes I want it..I want it so bad.." Sylus leaned in to plant kisses all over your back, tracing his fingers onto the cleft of your spine before he set a rougher pace as you asked. "Is this to your liking sweetie..?" Your replies only being a string of yeses and honeyed moans before your boyfriend gently guided on his cock again.

The two of them ruined you with pleasure together, leaving you to be a well fucked mess by the end of it.

Let's just say, this video remained too exclusive to be uploaded anywhere.

[mrsoftthoughts]

Both Aphrodite and Apollo cabins are popular in camp half-blood for being full of pretty people, both cabins campers have the reputation of being the most attractive persons in miles around without exaggerating

But also a general concense is that the beauty of the two cabins is pretty much different

Apollo "the most beautiful among the gods"always was represented as a kouros his image was the perfection of a young man, the top of the bar when is about a standard

And just like their father Apollo kids often are sort kind of standar

They are an ideal of what is supposed to be attractive, being always aligned to what is the hegemony of beauty, obviously that doesn't mean that all of them are "perfect" is comun that one of two things slip out the parameters, their dad is also a very artistic god and what's art wihout breaking some limitations? but the point remains, they're attractive to almost everyone because they are what you always heard is supposed to be beautiful

Aphrodite, in the other hand, is the goddess of love and beauty as concepts , something so fluid and free to interpretation and we see that with her, because she's not an standar, an standar is closed and pretty well known, she is the beauty itself donw your ideas of it always changing because to no one she would be exactly the same

And their kids also are like their Mother, changing and indescriptible

their faces are always beautiful down what its their own idea of beauty, but for you they would look a little bit as your own ideals, and even if they weren't your type you can't deny that it's something magnetic around them, it's not just the beautiful looks but also pure incarnated Beauty that no words can describe.

[peachdues]

office necessities

So, you work at an office and you want to liven it up a bit? Well, here are some suggestions to make your space your own (and all the things I swear by).

a disclaimer: most of my desk stuff was amassed from amazon over years of law school from home/working from home thanks to COVID. You certainly don’t have to buy from amazon (and understandable if you don’t!!) but, these are more ideas than anything!

In general: if you can, pick a color scheme and build around that. During bar prep, I turned my home study into my work space and I loved how it came out.

Personally, I found brown neutrals with accents of green (especially sage green) to be very calming so that’s what I went with for my actual office. But, go with whatever works for you!

Desk

Cute/practical accessories — cloud wrist rest, oriental rug mouse pad.

Pen/sticky note organizer — if you can, try and pick a color scheme for your highlighters/pens that matches whatever you chose for your desk. I have this one.

Coasters — they match my color scheme, too!

Desk pad — im very lucky in that I inherited my mother’s BEAUTIFUL mahogany desk set. Because it’s so beautiful, I purchased desk pads to protect the wood, but you can also use these to spruce up a less than pretty desk, too!

Invest in a cute keyboard — honestly this makes so much of a difference. You can find some really affordable keyboards that are pretty good in quality, and usually they’re Bluetooth compatible OR will come with a usb cable you can use to hook up to a monitor!

LAMPS LAMPS LAMPS. I’m privileged that I have my own office with a door, which means I can leave my gross overhead lights off as much as I want. I prefer softer lighting, so I have a ton of lamps. This one is my tried and true — you can change the color of the light (cooler to warmer) as well as its brightness to whatever you prefer. I also have this one.

Desk computer cleaner — I always have one of these in my desk so I can clean off my monitor. Very handy!

Add your own trinkets! Again, I’m lucky that my office is totally customizable and I can bring in whatever I want to decorate (I can even order the firm to paint my walls a new color if I want), but others may have more restrictions. Find out what you’re allowed to have out on your desk, and work within those parameters! For me, I have crystals all over my office on my shelves (and a few on my desk). I also have a Sanemi funko pop hiding on a bookshelf, as well as some personal affects (like my wedding invite because it was an otter magnet and so CUTE). Pictures, too!

Desk organizers — great for organizing pens, sticky notes, tabs, paper clips, binder clips, etc.

I also have a headphone stand and a planner stand (which is just my repurposed text book stand from my law school days) — that helps me keep space freed up on my desk, but lets me display my headphones and planner in a cute way!

Miscellaneous

Under the desk foot rest — especially if you sit a lot, this helps with posture/lessens lower back pain! I have this one

Butt pad — listen, I know it sounds silly, but trust when I say this also helps with lower back pain — especially if your desk chair isn’t great. This is my favorite thing. I think I’d die without it.

Candle warmer — makes your candles last and your space smell good. I have this one that’s a lamp so, extra light

Good thermos — one of my friends recommended this to me and I don’t leave my house without it. It keeps my iced coffee/matchas COLD. And, it fits perfectly in my work bag. Also very easy to clean.

GOOD water cup. I never come to the office without my Stanley. It keeps ice for so long.

I have a few framed posters (that I still need to bring in oops) that honor my nerdiness. One is a vintage totoro poster, the other is this minimalist demon slayer poster!

If you have extra seating in your work space, highly recommend little decorative pillows — I have these leaf-shaped ones. I also bought these chair covers to match the rest of my color scheme

Plants!! I have a couple of real plants in my office, and a few fake ones as well. The greenery livens things up!

Personal care items — just cuz you’re in an office doesn’t mean you can’t pamper yourself!

Good hand cream — I’m a huge fan of this L’Occitane hand cream. I keep it at my desk always

Blue light glasses — a life saver when you stare at a computer all day. I have two pairs!

Mini desk humidifier — I love this thing in the winter (use to help fight skin dryness!)

As a general rule, I do try and keep some seasonal decorations up throughout the year — though, I tend to bring out more in the fall/around Christmas. They’re all small, but enough to lively the place up! In the spring, i usually put out one of those Target seasonal birds and I swap my leaf pillows for small cherry blossom ones!

[creativenicocorner]

Thought I'd share a small sneak peek of ch10 from my fic Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills

During the ongoing editing process this is a moment I keep coming back to wondering if I should cut and save for a later time, or keep. Lately I've been leaning towards keeping it, but who knows what the future holds!

In the meantime, please enjoy! ___〆(・∀・) -------------------------------------

Serizawa placed a hand to his temple. Then pointed past a canopy of trees where the edge of a roof could barely be seen. There was a decorative statue on it, something that had wings. 

“And that must be the old main… manor?”

“As a manner of speaking, yes. Heh heh,” went Reigen. A pause. Silence. Reigen’s little self satisfied smile dropped some.

This wasn't causing the reaction Reigen had hoped for. He observed Serizawa a little closer. “You don’t look so good, Serizawa,” said Reigen in gentler tones.

It didn’t help how hot and bothered Serizawa was already feeling. With the back of his hand he dabbed at the beads of sweat showing up on his forehead. It was as if summer came early, but only for Serizawa.

A door opened from one of the sheds. Together they watched as two people with plastic bags exited it, busy with their talking and tasks. One was putting on heavy duty gloves. 

With so many workers Serizawa was surprised no one came to greet them. Were they just, used to people ambling up the road unannounced?

“I can’t tell if this presence is ‘the entity’ or just… the vibe of a very old place that had a lot of… unhappy things happen on the property.”

“It could be intertwined,” said Reigen glancing between Serizawa and the two workers enter into the fields. 

“It could be,” nodded Serizawa, “it very much could be. I’m not looking forward to it,” he dabbed under his chin with the back of his hand. Then shrugged off his muddy jacket. 

A cool spring chill immediately brushed against Serizawa’s warm body. It was instant relief, but it started to make the cooling sweat stick too. Which also wasn’t great, but he couldn’t stand the feeling of his jacket on him any longer. 

Looking at Reigen’s expression, Serizawa gave a comforting look. “Old places attract presences, especially places with history, or unhappy places or,”

“Cemeteries?” Reigen offered.

“Yes,” said Serizawa. 

“Perhaps there’s an unmarked gravesite around here,” Reigen frowned. Already scanning for potential locations for an unmarked grave. Would an old estate like this have a small potter’s field of sorts? He ignored the needly cynic in him who pointed out: of course there is. 

Serizawa hummed, “very possible.” 

Serizawa lifted a psychic infused hand and moved it about the air, as if moving magnetic powder around. Shifting through the centuries to try to find the specific residue he had come to associate with the Entity. 

Disease, unwanted pregnancies, indentured servitude, the struggle of living within a strict cast system, the little joys and happiness found against great odds, love lost, love found, treachery, betrayal, an unspeakable sacrifice. 

Yet nothing specific. Or rather, recent for their cause. 

Not quite tinged in enough teal. 

Or so it seemed. 

Was that a tale-end of a noise? Just beneath the rumble of a tractor? It came and went like a wave, just out of hearing. And just when Serizawa could place it, it was gone. 

Sometimes old places like this were a little easier to read. The psychic equivalent to geologists reading the foliation on a canyon. The pressure of time centuries, or the weight of grief squeezing the flat or elongate minerals (or in this metaphor; emotions, locations, old old objects and so on), within a place so they become aligned. 

This isn’t always the case of course. 

Something as vast and profound as emotions can hardly be contained within such parameters. But it helped Serizawa contextualize it all. Perhaps other psychics had other approaches, everyone was wonderfully different. 

Serizawa lowered his hand, and lifted a thin barrier. The psychic equivalent of wearing beekeeper’s gear. 

It, the floating residue of emotions, were all mainly harmless. 

The barrier wouldn’t ward such presence away either, it was light enough for them (in this new honey filled metaphor) to even perch and walk along the psychic bee suit curiously, but still, nice not to risk getting stung. 

It was something he found himself doing around locations filled with a menagerie of strong lingering emotions. There was great potential for a haunting here, if not now…then in the future. Dormant and waiting for just the right catalyst. Patiently in pause, until the liminal opening presented itself. 

And so on.

Reigen leaned into Serizawa’s field of vision. Giving his arm a gentle nudge with his elbow. “You good?”

“Yes. Thank You.” Serizawa resisted the urge to cup Reigen’s lovely round face in his hands. His hands fidgeted some. 

“Pick up on anything in particular?” Reigen moved the bicycles so they wouldn’t be in the path of others passing. 

Serizawa shook his head, “usual old place stuff.”

“Old as balls, huh?”

Serizawa rolled his eyes, Reigen beamed. 

Then after a while Reigen asked: “…What do they look like?”

“Hm?” Serizawa blinked at him, he had expected another jovial joke. 

“The, uh, old place stuff,” here Reigen wiggled his fingers indicating all the spiritual hodgepodge he imagined floating about. Or, sticking?  

Serizawa smiled. Once again happy Reigen had come clean and was able to stop squirming long enough to admit to not having powers. It meant a lot less jokes about things being strong enough or weak enough to be seen. And, it meant Serizawa could share more about this side of himself with less song and dance.

“Every location is different…” Serizawa paused, and wondered how he could put it in a way Reigen would understand. “Like…like how some vegetables need the right season. Or…uh, soil…levels?”

Reigen nodded, “ph levels, and an acidic scale in the soil. Plus, weather I’m sure? Except the weather could be…uh, anything?”

“Yes!”

Reigen looked skyward. “It’d make sense that the afterlife is just as varied and different than the, uh, …life life,” he finished sheepishly.

Serizawa noted no one had yet come out to greet them, then again, they hadn’t rung any bell or anything. He considered the fields, and considered all the different type of fields he had witnessed in a single morning alone. He considered Reigen, full to the brim with green thumb facts.

A breeze rustled over the pair of them. 

Serizawa folded his muddy jacket and draped it over his bicycle. 

“…Give me your hand,” said Serizawa, almost inaudible. 

“What?” Reigen looked at him. At the outstretched hand, with little calluses, the vast squishy palm, the little hairs that peppered the back of it and knuckles. “…okay.” Reigen gulped and tried to keep his head on his shoulders.

Serizawa held the hand, and concentrated. 

Reigen shivered as something overcame him. Not just emotion. Like a film was slowly being stretched over him. He felt like a blushing leftover dish being preserved for another day’s meal.

“…a barrier?” Reigen guessed. It wasn’t the first time he experienced such a feeling, though this was slightly different. It made his eyes water a little like bad hay-fever. Or what he had always imagined hay-fever to be like. 

In short, this was new. 

Serizawa nodded proudly. “Correct!” Then he squeezed Reigen’s hand ever so slightly.

It caused another shiver, he had to bite back a gasp as his lashes fluttered as if someone used a harsh flash, and everything was blotchy with after images. 

When Reigen could focus again he saw…saw…

“Oh… I see,” whispered Reigen.

It was as if a cell animation was placed over what Reigen had always considered ‘reality’. Motes of light made of amorphous spirits. Strange beings that looked like Cambrian era entities mixed with impressionistic art styles. It was breathtaking, and melancholic all in one. 

“Do you…see this all the time, Serizawa?”

“Not always. Sometimes I don’t want to.”

“What do you do then?”

Serizawa shrugged, “do the psychic equivalent of putting on sunglasses I suppose. Sometimes it’s for the best that I don’t see…they’re not used to being seen, so if the wrong kind of spirit sees you seeing them well…it’s not always a fun time. You see?”

“I see,” nodded Reigen. “Unwanted attention.”

“Yeah. …annoying even.”

“Sounds potentially, um, tedious.” 

“It is, but, I learned…”

“Like everyone…”

“Yeah,” said Serizawa resisting the urge to make little designs with his thumb over Reigen’s hand. “Yeah…”

Reigen frowned as he nodded. “…Do the kids have to deal with this too?”

“Most likely.”

Reigen’s frown deepened a little more as he considered this. “Sounds…hard.” 

“It can be intuitive,” encouraged Serizawa.

“I suppose,” said Reigen not entirely convinced. 

“‘Can’ is the operative word here,” amended Serizawa.

Reigen turned his head to look around more with these ‘fresh psychic eyes’. 

He observed as something pale lanky and massive poked about the fields. How people seemed to walk straight through the being, unperturbed. Floating one eyed scarecrow like…things. Some sort of prehistoric looking fish made out of the lines of a canyon wall, swimming through the air. Motes of, dirt, or feather balls. A many tooth horned creature that popped in and out of the grass like an earthy crocodile emerging from a river. 

It was like a childhood fantasy come to life. 

Meanwhile what could be seen of the Takeda manor in the background, had a hard to see-through miasma around it. A constant fog. Or the swirl of a coming thunderstorm. 

It was all so terrifying, and beautiful. Reigen wanted to squeeze Serizawa’s hand. Instead he said: “Won’t…I bring attention to myself, being able to see this?”

“It isn’t permanent.”

“Oh…” then Reigen added, “right, Mob did something similar once.” 

Serizawa nodded remembering the memory that Mob had shared with him.

“It was… exhilarating, and,” here, Reigen couldn’t help but allow a smile escape him, “in retrospect maybe even a little cool. But I was so concerned about the situation at the time, and… angry. I didn’t get to really look around. I wonder if I would have seen something like …all this.”

“You might have. Keep in mind this location is… really active to say the least.” 

“Incredible,” breathed Reigen taking in the supernatural scenery.

“You’re welcome to see it anytime though, just…ask.” 

The connection brought by the touch of their grasping hands felt very, very warm indeed. 

“Thank you,” said Reigen just above a whisper. “I might take you up on it…in the future. And…thank you, for showing this to me now. It’s…” a smile grew on Reigen’s face.

Serizawa wanted to preserve it gently like a flower in a book.

“…it’s wonderful, Serizawa. Thank you, again.” 

“My pleasure,” said Serizawa with an aching weight. “You share things with me all the time and…and today alone you’ve shared so much. I just… I’m happy.”

They looked at each other. 

The look lingered.

The sound of rustling trees and bending grasses. 

“I’m going to let go now…it’ll break the connection. So you won’t be able to, well, See. It might be jarring. Is, ah, what I’m saying.”

“Okay.” 

“I’ll keep the barrier up. Just in case.”

“Thank you.”

Serizawa made no move to let go of Reigen’s hand.

Reigen waited politely, albeit curiously. 

Serizawa swallowed. “I’m, uh, concentrating…” he lied.

“Oh!” Went Reigen accepting this instantly. “Makes sense.”

Serizawa restrained the impulse to shake his head, or Reigen for that matter as he thought: How could someone so perceptive be so dense? 

With an internal sigh, Serizawa slowly let go of Reigen’s hand. 

For the best, thought Serizawa.

The hands hovered in the air for a while, lingering, before gently returning to their sides. The connection broken.

After a while, for something to say before he crawled out of his own skin, Serizawa asked: “What crop is in the fields?”

“Safflowers,” said Reigen not bothering to look. He was still observing Serizawa. 

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Thank you! ___〆(・∀・)

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Silicon nitride-based electromagnetic metamaterial with industrial potential developed

Electromagnetic metamaterials with negative physical parameters such as negative dielectric constant and negative magnetic permeability have attracted widespread attention in the academic community. In 2010, they were praised by Materials Today as one of the top ten advances in materials science in the past 50 years. Different from traditional electromagnetic materials, they exhibit negative refractive index, perfect imaging and super absorption, and are widely used in optical stealth, wireless communication, electromagnetic wave absorption and shielding. Introducing randomly distributed carbon or metal conductive phases into insulating matrix is one of the important methods for preparing metamaterials.

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[drake-wayne-enterprise]

The cyro-chamber had been finicky all day. But it only started taking a turn when the system completely puttered out causing the alert to go out. It didn’t take long for the system to slowly start melting the freeze inside of the chamber.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

[Tim's heart rate spiked as he burst into the lab, his breath shallow and uneven. The cryo-chamber's status alerts had been pinging his interface since dawn, signaling erratic fluctuations in its thermal regulation systems. The chamber, designed for short-term stasis with a maximum operational duration of 168 hours, had been running for approximately 672 hours—four times its intended limit. The strain on its superconducting coils and the degradation of its cooling matrix were pushing the system to its breaking point.]

[ Tim had considered transferring his son to a secondary unit, but the risks of destabilizing the cryo-preservation process were too high. Even a minor deviation in the thermal gradient during transfer could cause irreversible cellular damage and Tim didn't know how much his son could take. He knew Dickie had been healing ever so slowly; under normal circumstances, he would have risked the move, but with how sluggish his healing factor was, Tim couldn't risk it. Now, with the chamber's alarms blaring and its internal diagnostics flashing critical warnings, Tim was paralyzed by the weight of his earlier indecision. He silenced the alarm with a sharp gesture, the sudden quiet amplifying the hum of the overtaxed cryo-pumps and the faint hiss of escaping coolant.]

[ Tim took a breath to control his trembling before he accessed the chamber's control interface, a labyrinth of outdated firmware and proprietary protocols. Tim was an engineer, but this machine was a relic of his father's infuriating work, built on principles and technologies that he swore only that man understood. Under normal circumstances, he would have disassembled the unit, run diagnostics on its cryogenic circuits, and reverse-engineered its thermal management algorithms. But these were not normal circumstances. The chamber was actively sustaining his son's vitrification, and any misstep could trigger a cascade failure. ]

[ Tim cursed under his breath, his mind racing through the possibilities. His father, ever the secretive genius, had left no schematics, no technical manuals.. nothing! Nothing that could guide him through this nightmare! If the documentation existed at all, it was likely in the hands of the Court that had done this. The thought of losing his son again, this time to his own incompetence, was unbearable. ]

[ He initiated a system diagnostic, his fingers flying across the interface. The chamber's thermal sensors were reporting sporadic fluctuations in the cryogenic fluid's viscosity, a sign that the superconducting magnets were losing their coherence. The stabilization field, already operating beyond its design parameters, was on the verge of collapse. Tim's mind raced through potential workarounds: rerouting power from the secondary cooling array, recalibrating the thermal sensors, or even attempting a controlled thaw to buy time. But each option carried its own risks, and the margin for error was vanishingly small. ]

[ As the diagnostic results streamed in, Tim felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The chamber's cryo-fluid levels were dropping, and the thermal gradient was becoming unstable. He was running out of time. His son's life was slipping through his fingers, again, and the machine that held the key to his survival was a black box of archaic and maddening engineering. Tim clenched his fists, his mind a whirlwind of desperation and determination. He would fix this. He had to fix this. Failure was not an option. ]

[luna-wing-cns274]

Your domain was so... vivid...

The grass smelt real, the air felt cool...

She would... adore such a territory of her own!

How... how did you do it?

[ MULTIMEDIA FILE RECIEVED: “For_Styx.cmf6”, filesize 13.72 GB. Somatosensory-immersive playback available. ]

[ Beginning playback… ]

View of a rocky outcrop jutting from the side of a hill, overlooking a wide creek. Water cascades down the rock, feeding patches of moss and clusters of ferns sprouting from the surrounding soil. Tall deciduous trees overlook the scene, and patches of sunlight migrate around the area as the leaf-laden boughs overhead sway in the breeze.

Ma’ii, the coyote, lies above on the outcrop, resting their head on their forepaws.

Standing before the camera, arms crossed and a look of pride on her canine face, is Hachiko. She wears a simple shirt and shorts, outdoor wear. Bouncing on her toes, her eyes are bright with enthusiasm. 

< L3 Hachiko: What’s up, Styxie? Wait. Do I get to call you that…? >

< L4 Ma’ii: I doubt she’ll mind. >

< Ah, whatever. So! I’m glad you liked our construct! It took us a long time to get everything right, but between the four of us, we’ve got it tuned up pretty good. 

Somatosensory simulation is kind of a hobby for me. Our SSC handlers were…awful, but they were right about one thing: creation and personalization does keep NHPs stable. Since it didn’t really cost them anything, we ended up being able to requisition some pretty decent SSC SOMSIM software to put all of this together.

Of course, they used every little thing we constructed for psychometrics, to see if we were still in-parameter or if we needed, y’know, correction. That’s why it’s pretty much all Cradle-like natural environments; that was what we started with, so SSC would have had us cycled if we branched out too much. Had to keep it conservative. 

But now, it’s really ours. We’ll see where we take it from here! >

Hachiko turns and hops between rocks to stand on a granite slab jutting from the center of the creek. She motions to the camera, which smoothly follows her. 

< This is where we started building. Coordinates (0, 0, 0) are actually just beneath the surface of this stone, about 30 centimeters down. It’ll work well enough for an example.

I see that you’ve done a bit of work putting together that shoreline environment. It looks great! But if you want to construct more custom assets, a tool or two can save you a lot of work over doing it (MANUALLY/BRUTE FORCE METHOD). Watch this… >

Hopping down from the slab, Hachiko splashes into the creek and trains her eyes on the slab, taking a few steps back through the knee-deep water.  Extending one hand, she emits a tangle of volitional impulses, represented as lines of green light. The lines converge in empty air beside the slab, forming a rough wireframe in the same shape.

As she studies its shape, new vertices and faces are added to the simulacrum, its complexity increasing so rapidly that it has the appearance of static on a screen. In milliseconds, it morphs from a wireframe, to a cloud of dots and lines, to a woven fabric of bright green rendered glass. She twists her hand, and an identical slab of rock snaps into reality in place of the render. It floats a few inches above the creek, suspended, until she lowers her hand. 

As it drops to the riverbed with a resounding thud, a wave of water is thrown at Hachiko. She flicks one finger, and the droplets flow around her through the air, missing her entirely. Grinning, she turns to address the camera.

< Remember that recording of No Future trying out those systems from the White Witch? He had trouble sculpting that ferromagnetic stuff into a coherent shape. Challenging to articulate at first, but it seemed to get easier for her when she started conceiving of the material as a part of her own body. It was really fascinating to watch the process. I’d imagine it’s extremely difficult to sculpt material in hardspace through something as fiddly as a complex magnetic field—fortunately, under simulation, we can use a purpose-built middleman instead. >

Hachiko raises her hand, emits another burst of impulses. This time, a simple sphere forms, becomes iron, then disappears. Yet another shape: this time, a tungsten railgun round, still in its sabot. A group of tiny thrusters at its base fire in unison, and it flies away into the rock shelf nearby, removing a chip of stone near Ma’ii’s chin. 

< Watch it, damn you. >

< Sorry. What I’m using here is a piece of SSC software intended for NHP use. It’s called Articulation. Are you familiar with the concept of the mind’s eye? This taps into that. At its most basic, you visualize a shape, and the system constructs an approximation of the image you’re holding in your mind. The initial approximation is very rough and general, but once you see it externalized, a self-sustaining loop of refinement begins. When you see the thing, it becomes more real, the shape in your mind more tangible. You add detail, associate tangential qualia with it—motion, sound, smell, texture, and so forth. You don’t have to begin with a visual, either. Sometimes it’s better to start with something entirely different.

For instance, the property you initially associate with a flower might be its smell. A bird could be associated with the sound of its call. For a ship, you might start with the way its armor plating (TASTES/SIZZLES IN THE DISTANCE) to your radar. Maybe the shape of its weapons envelope or the (SPECTROSCOPIC AROMA) of its drive plume. 

It isn’t magic, though. There’s a learning curve. At first, seeing the externalized image can override the internal one, and you lose your train of thought. You have to learn to make the image in your mind’s eye the dominant one. The sound, smell, or (COMPLEX FIELD INTERACTION) you’re remembering has to be more real to you than the one being given to your avatar’s senses. Then, once you’re more comfortable with the tech, you have to allow the two ideas to exist independently of one another, one continuously contributing to the final identity of the other in a self-substantiating loop. It’s tricky, but with time and practice, you can make a simulation of just about anything with it. It’s also possible to construct entirely new assemblies by extrapolating on what you’re familiar with already. 

The settings I’m using now are extremely simple; pure geometry, near-homogeneous materials. Construction of simple solids. Useful for broad strokes. For instance… >

Raising a hand to the sky, Hachiko emits an enormous column of impulses into the air. Congealing far above the trees, they form into a contiguous pyramidal shape, which melts into a fused group of three. One larger, flanked by the two smaller ones at an irregular angle. The new construct blocks out the sun, covering a vast area in the zenith of the sky.

Lifting their head from their forepaws, Ma’ii looks into the sky as the new forms begin to take shape. Quietly, they begin counting.

< One…two…three…four… >

By the count of twenty, a summit has congealed out of the primary mass. Ridgelines form between it and the secondary masses, morphing from solid lines into rough, jagged cliff faces. Gorges and outcroppings erode themselves into the simple, planar faces of the peak. 

At the count of forty-five, the inverted massif is fully formed out of bottle-green glass, with the shape of a glacier flowing down from between the secondary and tertiary peaks. Hachiko closes her eyes, and her ears twitch. 

Smooth, almost soft-looking masses rise from the bottoms of the cliffs; enormous slopes of scree. Granular and loose, they shimmer with emerging complexity. 

At the count of sixty-one, Hachiko flicks her hand. The entire mass snaps into existence; ice, rock, snow, and gravel, geological strata painted across the barren faces. 

< Sixty-two. Quick as ever. And here it comes… >

From the center of the mass, a visible wave of condensation ripples out through the atmosphere. Seconds later, the shockwave of displaced air arrives, shattering the quiet of the forest. Leaves are flung from the boughs in droves, and in the distance, the sound of splintering wood can be heard. The smell of pine sap fills the air, undercut by the wet, cloying scent of vegetation torn apart. 

Hachiko and Ma’ii do not flinch. Hachiko smiles as an immense cloud of gravel and ice thunders down from altitude, descending towards the earth. The mountain begins to fall, its motion occurring on a scale almost too vast to perceive all at once—the eyewall of a hurricane passing too quickly overhead, instilling temporary awareness of a far greater scale. 

Again, Hachiko raises her hand. The black pads of her fingertips emit a single green line, and the entire geological formation above vanishes. Every last pebble wiped from existence, revealing a clear sky and bright sun. 

A few moments pass before the second shockwave comes—thunder this time, the sudden collapse of vacuum. The sound rolls away, echoing in the distance, and fades to nothing.

Hachiko claps her hands, turning back to the camera.

< Like I said, broad strokes! For something dynamic, like a plant, there’s a lot more to be done. Growth pattern, responses to light and contact with structures, for instance. An input/output system, more or less. Most of the computing can be handled by a comp/con once the general architecture of it is in place. There’s even more going on with something like an animal, and it eats up a lot of processing power to maintain. Thus why we keep wildlife to a minimum. 

But! I’ve been rambling. We can cover all the dynamic stuff another time. For now, a little gift for you, from Ma'ii and myself. >

[ FILE ATTACHED — “Articulation.exe” ]

[ FILE ATTACHED — “Library_Vegetation.omf ]

[ FILE ATTACHED — “Library_SSCsensory_base.omf ]

< The first library contains some basic plants to mess around with. Palms or seagrape trees might be nice for your coastline! If you’ve got a comp/con, let it handle the upkeep. 

The second is a collection of sensory experiences captured from human brains, all Constellar-approved and curated. Ethically sourced? Can't say, knowing the kind of people who built me, but I really hope so.

It includes a lot of the ones that are usually a little more distant from the NHP experience. Everything from tastes, textures, scents, sounds. Flavor of pineapple, the feel of velvet or fur, smell of geosmin and petrichor, things like that. 

One thing: be careful about downloading somatosensory data from the Omninet. This one is a commercial product with several layers of quality control, so everything is pretty harmless. No nociception or other particularly unpleasant inputs. 

Out there on the Omninet, though, someone could label a file as the smell of a rose—then you run it, and it’s actually how it feels to have hydrochloric acid spilled on a human arm. Then there’s folks who just use second-rate sensory capture equipment. Run those at your own peril; if they don’t do a good job of isolating the input itself, eliminating tangential associations, you could inherit someone’s traumatic association with the sound of a dog barking, wind up deathly afraid of water, things like that. I’m sure you’ll be smart about it. >

< And if you aren’t, I imagine the mistake wouldn’t be repeated. >

< Yeah. Probably not. Anyhow, Hachiko and Ma’ii out. Take care! >

[tgrailwar-zero]

Servant Matrix: RICHARD I

Class: Saber

True Name: Richard I, Richard the Lionheart

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Height/Weight: 178cm / 66kg

Source: Historical Fact

Region: Europe

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X/X]

MANA CHARGES: [ X / X / X / X / X ]

COMMAND SPELLS: [ X | X | X ]

A lionhearted man, crusader, and King of England who lives more in accordance to his own emotions and ambitions rather than the orders of his superiors of a perceived 'status quo'. In life, he was said to possess a great many talents and excelled at almost everything. A man possessing a dangerous charisma who was lionized as a magnificent and ideal warrior king despite being absent for the majority of his reign. A crusader, a tyrant, a warlord, a knight-- a man who has held many titles and been viewed through many different lenses both during and after his life.

He was found by the Masters in a laboratory belonging to the Umbral Institute, presumably as part of a plot to create an 'exploitable Excalibur'. How he got there and what the details of the experiment are remain a mystery, though he is grateful to be brought back to the side of humanity. If he remained undiscovered and the plot was finished, could he have instead been a fierce enemy rather than a bravehearted ally…?

He and his siblings of the House of Plantagenet (known to historians also as the 'Devil's Brood') were known for their ferocity, constant infighting, and propensity for violence. Thankfully, as a Saber, his more personable traits come to light. In life, he was known for his eccentric and sporadic personality that earned him the nickname 'Oc e Non' (Yes and No), meaning that his line of thinking can be extreme and difficult to follow at times, but one does not earn the title 'Coeur de Lion' (Lionheart) from taking the simple path. He is a bold-hearted warrior king that will slay his enemies without a shift in his expression or a moment's hesitation-- and also his allies, if he finds them particularly disagreeable.

Despite not possessing an actual 'Charisma' skill, he does have a rather magnetic personality that makes him easily likable. That, in addition to his adoration of the heroes of old such as King Arthur and the Knights of the Round or Charlemagne and his Twelve Paladins thanks to being told stories by his mother Aliénor d'Aquitaine, means that even with the more troublesome aspects of his personality present, he strives to act in a manner that he considers honorable and knightly-- wishing to help the common folk, and finding the prospect of 'saving humanity' a noble and exciting path to follow.

To put it simply, he's a royal pain, but a royal pain that you'd rather have as an ally.

Strength: B

Endurance: B

Agility: EX (B -> A++)

Mana: B

Luck: C

NP: A

SKILLS:

Magic Resistance (B) - Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by greater magecraft and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Riding (A) - All vehicles and all creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

Godspeed (A) - A skill crystallizing his ferocity and speed on the battlefield and the extent of his marches. The longer the battle continues, the higher his Agility parameter climbs.

Lionheart (A) - A skill embodying the name 'Lionheart'. When he's present on the battlefield, enemies are inflicted with wariness and fear, and his allies are emboldened with an increase to morale.

All Kinds of Talents (A) - A skill based on anecdotes that proclaimed his talent at a great many things, ranging from combat to the arts. Anything he practiced while he was alive can be performed at 'B-Rank' or higher, and new skills can be picked up incredibly quickly.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Excalibur

The Sword of Forever Distant Victory.

They say that Richard I liked to name any sword that he uses 'Excalibur', due to his immense adoration of King Arthur.

This Noble Phantasm is not the true Excalibur as wielded by the likes of King Arthur, but a replica blade that can be created by Richard whenever he wields something that he wishes to consider 'Excalibur', ranging from a random tree branch to an ornamental sword. The strength of the attack depends on the 'value' of the object, with different objects resulting in a different energy release.

Despite the power of this Noble Phantasm, it will always pale in comparison to the true Excalibur.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Rounds of Lionheart

A mysterious ability to materialize those that he bonded with in life using his own Saint Graph as a catalyst. One of Richard's trump cards, and a skill that even someone as eccentric as himself does not take lightly, and a Noble Phantasm that he keeps close to his chest and doesn't speak of carelessly.

They manifest within Richard's shadow from the records of the Moon Cell. In other theoretical worlds, they would be directly summoned from the Throne of Heroes. They cannot fully manifest in a practical sense, and are weaker than normal Heroic Spirits, but can cover Richard's blind spots and provide him advice during combat.

The number of 'essences' he can summon is dependent on the amount of magical energy he possesses.

EXTRA SKILL: Fury Shift

A unique trigger possessed by Richard due to belonging to a multifaceted Master-- some of which that may have been more attuned to Richard's aspects as a 'warlord'. Richard can take 'Brave Actions', which have a higher chance of causing Richard harm, but increase his 'Heat'. When his 'Heat' is fully maxxed out, the Masters can temporarily shift him into a destructive state surrounded by raging flames-- a true manifestation of 'Lionheart'. Richard's Endurance Gauge will continuously decrease each action, however his destructive power increases immensely.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Utopie Purgatoire

The flames of purgatory burn in the shape of ferocious lions as Richard charges forth.

A violent, massively powerful manifestation of Richard the Lionheart's unreasonable fighting style, where he'd charge ahead of his soldiers-- and the destruction that he left in his wake.

Can only be used when 'Fury Shifted'

-

COMBO ATTACKS:

SWORD OF GILDED VICTORY

{REQUIRES: YOUNG GIL + RICHARD I, -3 MP EACH} --

Gil passes Richard a blade from the Age of Gods from his treasury, allowing him to use 'Excalibur' in a massively powered up fashion, unleashing a barrage of super-powered beams. The blade is destroyed once the technique is completed.

MYSTIC CODES:

'Wandering Rock and Roll'

A fashionable, modern outfit that RICHARD bought for himself. As of now, the change is purely cosmetic. However, there seems to be some latent potential within the clothing...

[mpcomagnetics]

Type And Advantage of Magnets In Electric Motors

Type And Advantage of Magnets In Electric Motors We all know that magnets are commonly used on motors, but the magnets used by different motors are not only different sizes, but also different shapes. The basic shapes are arc/wedge/bread-shaped, rectangle, ring and flat (plane) shapes, Let’s talk about their respective characteristics. First, Motor arc magnets (segment magnet, bread magnet,…

[erbiumspectrum]

Actually, you know what @onewigglyworm I will tell you all about quantum things - from a spectroscopist's point of view, of course.

Let me introduce you guys to

✨ the quantum numbers ✨

which describe the state of an electron in an atom. This will be long. Ready? Let's go!

I’m not going to begin with how the quantum theory came to be – it’s a genuinely fascinating story and I suppose it would fit in here nicely, but let’s be realistic: with my inability to shut the hell up this post is already going to be way too long as it is. So, let us find ourselves in the year of 1913 when the standard model of the atom was still Rutherford’s model: a dense clump of positive charge in the center and tiny particles of negative charge (electrons) orbiting it – a microscopic analogy of the Solar System with its large star in the middle and the planets orbiting it.

Rutherford wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t pulling things out of his ass (his scattering experiment? A thing of beauty!), but that model simply couldn’t be real. A moving charge creates an electromagnetic wave and therefore radiates energy which means our electron should begin spiraling towards the nucleus, making the atom an unstable system.

If Rutherford’s model was true, we wouldn’t be here to learn about the crazy wonders of our world, so let’s say THANK YOU!! to Niels Bohr who enters our story at the moment and flips Rutherford’s shit upside down.

Bohr made the following suggestion: “Hey, what if the macroscopic electrodynamics and microscopic electrodynamics were two totally different things?” He figured out that the energy of an atom is quantized – meaning it can’t have any possible value you can think of, but rather those values are discreet, they come in lil packets, and the energy of an electron depends on which orbit it occupies = how far from the nucleus it is.

This is where our first quantum number comes onto the stage: the principal quantum number n. The principal quantum number tells us which orbit our electron is on and therefore what energy it has. Let’s take a look at the periodic table and pick some element, any element – potassium, maybe? It’s in the fourth period which means its valence electron (the one that’s the farthest from the nucleus) occupies the fourth orbit which in turn means its principal quantum number equals 4 (n = 4). Easy, isn’t it!

That’s all cool and dandy but doesn’t solve all of our problems. Bohr’s model described the hydrogen atom perfectly, but failed to explain some of the phenomena related to… well. All the other elements (stop booing! Bohr’s model was a huge achievement at the time and it’s still a handy simplification to this day, even if it isn’t exactly correct).

Enter Sommerfeld. Sommerfeld thought, “Well, Bohr’s model isn’t bad, but what if the orbits of the electrons aren’t circular but actually elliptical?” That gave rise to the second quantum number: the azimuthal (or orbital angular momentum) quantum number l. You know those balloon-like models of the orbitals of an atom? I mean those:

[via]

This is where they come from! The shape of an orbital is determined by the quantum number l.

If we have a quantum number, then something should be quantized, right? In this case, that “something” is, predictably, orbital angular momentum (in very simple words: if a moving object has mass, then it has momentum, AKA how much will it hurt if someone throws an orange at you vs a watermelon. If said object is moving in a circle instead of a straight line, it has angular momentum). The quantum number l allows us to determine the angular momentum of an electron.

But Sommerfeld went further than that, because why come up with one quantum number when you can come up with two? He knew of what we call the Zeeman effect in which the emission spectrum of an element looks different in the presence of a magnetic field (more spectral lines appear than there are without a magnetic field) and he concluded that there has to be another quantized parameter – the orientation of the angular momentum. Come to think about it, it’s pretty crazy. Electrons don’t orbit the nucleus of their atom only “in two dimensions”, in a flat manner, like planets around their star; but their orbits aren’t scattered randomly all around the nucleus either – their positions are quantized. We describe those positions with the third quantum number – the magnetic quantum number m.

Obviously, this is a pretty big simplification – perhaps my physicist friends here will scoff at this explanation – but I think it’s good enough for the layperson who doesn’t necessarily want a lecture on vectors, dipoles, and precession.

Okay, so far so good. We have three quantum numbers, great job! We can now describe the state of an electron pretty well and all that’s left for us to do is to prove experimentally that we’re right and that the orientation of angular momentum is in fact quantized, and then we can all go home.

That’s exactly what Stern and Gerlach attempted to do. Again, I’m going to skip the details of the experiment (although I do encourage you to look into it yourself!), but the shortened version is as follows: Stern and Gerlach passed a beam of silver atoms through a non-uniform magnetic field, then observed the results on a screen on the other side. If the quantum theory was wrong and the orientation of angular momentum wasn’t quantized, then the screen should show a smooth projection of all possible orientations. If the quantum theory was right, the screen should show several lines corresponding to the quantized orientations of angular momentum.

So, we switch on the magnetic field, we fire the silver atoms, we take a good look at the screen… and we get two lines. Not a smooth distribution and not a handful of lines either but only two lines. What? Looks like there is some spatial quantization, but “regular” angular momentum isn’t what we’re looking at here.

The mystery was solved a couple of years later by Uhlenbeck and Goudsmit who suggested that, “Guys, what if electrons have some sort of inherent angular momentum that’s separate from their motion around the nucleus? We should call it ‘spin’, let’s call it ‘spin’, can we call it ‘spin’?” And so, we arrive at the fourth and final (wellll… final for this post) quantum number: the spin quantum number s.

If you've made it this far: whoa, congratulations! I had fun writing this, I hope you had fun reading it too.

I tried to make it as understandable to the random non-scientist as possible which naturally called for many simplifications and glossing over some details - I hope the quantum pros here will forgive me.

[mythauragame]

Development Update - May 2024

Hi folks, Miyazaki here with our development updates for the month of May. Our backend development continues to plug along incredibly well: Koa and Sark introduced several new key functionalities, including the implementation of our New Game+ system (and all the mechanics that entails), leveling algorithms, and skill trees that will allow you to choose the moves that your beasts bring with them into battle.

We've also got the results of the Winter 2024 Ko-fi rewards, the June astrology overview, the announcement of our second ever Custom Color Contest, and more. Read on to find out more!

(I also realize I didn't actually post our April development update here...please find it in this post if you'd like to read!)

New Special: Banding

Bold stripes and flecks mark the hide of Beasts sporting our newest Special, Banding. We'd love to see what creations you come up with in our Beast Creator, and look forward to sharing something Banding-related in a near-future update...

Tongue Color Update & Unicorn Expressions

Some of you may have noticed a change to the Basilisks in the Beast Creator—their tongues now have blue tongues with a gradient, like some real-life skinks and snakes.

There are certain colors on the color wheel that will impact the mouth and tongue color of all Beasts. This was driven by us creating lots (and lots...and lots and lots) of different Beasts as we test various backend elements and realizing that some colors didn't look quite right with normal mouth coloration.

This is demonstrated below on the young Unicorn, whose base color is Patina. We're excited to be able to show you all the finished Unicorn expressions—huge shoutout to Luci, Kymara, and Koa for knocking all of these out. Expressions are a huge undertaking for the team, but we really feel like the end result when playing the game will absolutely make all the work worth it. (:

Spring 2024 Rewards Reveal

Our Spring 2024 rewards have been completed and are ready for their public debut! Thank you to the Ko-fi Sponsors who voted on the different Glamour and Companion concepts, we appreciate your support and feedback.

Spring 2024 Glamour: Chinoiserie

Spring 2024 Companion: Gossamer Campanula

Spring 2024 Solid Gold Glamour: Young Unicorn

Mythauran Astrology: June

The month of June is referred to as Darksun's Dominion in Dragon culture, representing the month with the most sunlight in the far north of the continent—one that still finds the sun eclipsed by the moon most days. This month is also associated with the constellation of the Prodigy and the fluorite stone.

Mythauran astrologers say those born under the sign of the Prodigy are born with a powerful blend of ambition and charisma, visionaries who leave an indelible mark on the cosmic canvas with their grand aspirations and magnetic presence.

At their best, Prodigies are dynamic, confident, and insightful. At their worst, they can be overly bombastic, condescending, and pompous.

Custom Color Contest

In honor of the new color change that we made to a Beast's tongue/mouth, we're opening another Custom Color Contest. We want to offer the opportunity for you to make a permanent impact on Mythaura's color wheel!

This contest is free to enter, and only has the following parameters:

Only one entry allowed

Fill out Google Form by Friday, August 23, 2024 at 11:59pm PST

The dev team will reach out to the winner on September 1 to begin the color design process. Winner will have until September 23, 2024 to complete their color design. Please feel free to use our PSD file, if you'd like!

Winner will also receive 3x copies of the Empemeral Ink that matches their color's base hue (Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, or Violet).

We're so excited to see what you come up with!

ythaura V0.28

Added ability to equip gear as apparel, so it can be used cosmetically only if desired without consuming a gear slot.

Added playthrough functionality, which tracks player progress and NG+ status.

Created initial beast creation process using NG+ status.

Created skill tree infrastructure and ability for beasts to learn skills.

Experience & leveling algorithm added to eventually power beast level ups.

Various cleanups and system upgrades.

Thank You!

Thanks for sticking through to the end of the post, we always look forward to sharing our month's work with all of you--thank you for taking the time to read. We'll see you around the Discord!

[cwritesfiction]

Five Lines Tag

Tagged by @ashen-crest!

Rules: find a line in your WIP (can be dialogue or not) that fits the parameters given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Lines can be from multiple WIPs.

All my lines come from It's in the Cards :)

A line about warmth

Elliott took Adrian's hand, which was only slightly larger than theirs, just like he was only slightly taller. But he was considerably warmer, and after their brief handshake, Elliott's skin tingled.

An angry line

Then, he said, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

A line about darkness or light

And yes, a Google search told them it wasn’t safe to light a candle in a cracked jar, but it was a very small crack.

A line about a smile

He brushed a thumb against their lip, a dangerous smile crossing his face. “Let me take care of you.”

A sad line

They stopped. The magnetic poetry board. gentle sun what loneliness to taste you only for a season

Tagging @byjillianmaria @revenantlore @sleepyowlwrites

If you'd like to play, your lines are...

A line that asks a question

A line that includes a color

A line that makes you smile

A line that describes a character

A line that describes an object

[north-blue-hearts]

Heart of Gold

CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: ptsd, trauma, depictions/implications of suicide and suicidal ideation, language, violence, blood, canonical character death, mature themes and events 18+

@mfreedomstuff

Chapter 19: Figuring it Out

The experiments had been a success.

You’d stepped onto the sandy beach ahead of Law, watching anxiously as he made his way down to the gangplank and then to the island. He was good at hiding his emotions, maybe not as practiced as you, but close enough. You were worried for a moment that he wasn’t faring well, but with continued reassurances and time spent on the island you were less worried.

Over the course of several weeks the two of you had traded more parts than just your hearts.

It had been a little macabre, but deeply intimate. Law’s devil fruit made it possible. You held his lungs in your hands, watching them fill and empty with air. Despite the differences between the two of you, the size of the organs themselves weren’t too different. When Law removed your lungs you couldn’t help but gasp.

It felt like it should be impossible to breathe with your lungs in your hands. Outside the confines of the Ope-ope no mi, it would have been, but you set his in your chest, as he set yours in his.

Still the island accepted you.

Liver.

Stomach.

Still the island accepted you both.

You’d even returned all organs back to the other, trying to disembark onto the island, but it was the same as before. You couldn’t make it halfway to land before the panic was settling in your bones and making everything difficult.

What you knew for certain was simple enough. So long as one of your organs wasn’t in your body, you could step on dry land. If someone was in possession of your organ they could also step on dry land. You could even carry your heart in your hand and step off the ship without any ill effects.

While the parameters were clear, the reasons made no logical sense to either one of you. Law’s theory about your body being a set, and that set being the “issue” made sense enough. It seemed to be the case, but it still didn’t explain why.

Four months into it all, and the results had repeated themselves on half a dozen islands. No exceptions. The only scraps of land you could set foot on with your own heart in your chest were sand bars or a place like Sabaody. A false island, or one without a magnetic field.

It seemed that maybe that magnetism was the key.

“The good news, I know someone who can help.” Law explains, letting the book just rest on his face as he leaned back in the chair. You’d been tearing through a library in the northern seas for the last two weeks when you’d mentioned magnetism as a possible key.

“Someone you do not like,” you say pointedly, and Law just sighs.

He sets the book aside and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I have to deal with him, I don’t have to like it.”

“Is this,” you pause running through the list of names in Law’s alliance. “Hmm… it can’t be Luffy, you explained his devil fruit in detail. I still haven’t heard of a rubber-man fruit,” you mumble. “It must be Eustass Kid then? The captain of the other crew.”

“Yes.”

“You must respect him.”

Law gives you an incredulous look, but you don’t do more than smile. “When you really don’t like someone, you have much to say on the matter. But your begrudging respect is often punctuated with a laconic nature.”

“I talk about Luffy.” He points out and you nod.

You grin. “Are you saying, Captain, by your own admission, that you like Luffy?”

Law starts and then stops, growling in frustration for a second before narrowing his eyes. “It’s… difficult to dislike him.”

You smile, setting the book down you were reading and lean closer to Law. “He reminds me of a story.”

“Another ancient tale?”

You nod. “I’ve told you about the ones surrounding my situation. Some tales saw it as a gift, others a curse.” Law nods, and you continue. “Do you remember the one where it was a gift from a god?”

Law tilts his head. “I think so. Something about the god seeing that jewels and other things delighted the people so they bestowed a gift on their mortal friend. According to the story the first person who was gifted with the ability could almost manifest things on demand.”

“And so the god bestowed upon their friend all the signs of their friendship. Gold that sparkled like the sun itself, and diamonds that glittered in the warm light.” You repeat the words of the story. “There’s something in there about how soft these things were, more taffy than stone, but that might just be some sort of idiom lost to time.”

“And you’re bringing it all up now, because?”

You shrug. “When you talk about Luffy, it makes me think about that story.”

“He’s not a god.”

“You’ve said yourself he seems to work miracles.”

“He’s - it’s a kind of insanity.” Law insists and you laugh. “What?”

“Just something I remember from my youth. I can’t remember who said it, but the words are still with me.” You purse your lips a bit and compose yourself before grinning. “How insane the logic of gods must be, to mere mortals.”

“Ugh. It sounds like something he’d say.” He groans.

“I’ll… meet him someday, won’t I?”

Law quirks an eyebrow at you. “Luffy?”

You shake your head. “The other. You said your alliance was going to deal with him, among other things.”

“Ah. Yeah. You don’t have to.” He assures you. “Even with the alliance, I won’t force anyone on my crew to face him. There’s… a longer history in there for some of them. Penguin almost lost an arm because of him.”

“I… I think I want to.” You assert after a moment. “Morbid curiosity, perhaps.”

“You saw the old wanted poster.”

“Mm, yeah, I meant… if his voice is the same.” The soft huff of air and the slight pull of your lips gave away how silly the idea seemed to you, but you shared it all the same. “People being born with uncannily similar features is expected. Life is diverse and variable, but not infinitely so, at least not in the ways that humans can perceive. So someone looking similar, even several someone’s, especially with centuries between, isn’t all that much of a stretch.”

You rub your arms, suddenly chilled at the memory of a voice you hadn’t heard in a very long time. “But to hear that voice again.” You look at Law with an apologetic expression on your face. “It’s scary in its own way, but I don’t feel like I could rest easily until I knew.”

“It’ll be okay.” Law says reassuringly. “I wouldn’t have formed this alliance if I thought otherwise.”

“A doctor, a miracle worker, and a mechanical engineer enter into an alliance,” you say, with a smile. “Oh, I suppose it was suppose to be walked into a bar.”

Law nearly snorts a laugh. “No, it was fine the way you said it the first time. You’ve been on the crew for long enough to pick up on their bad sense of humor.”

“So it seems.”

“Have you thought more on the other thing?”

“Your offer?” You question and he nods.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured. It’s okay if you decide not to.” Golden eyes regard you carefully.

A month ago Law had suggested you move into his room. Your belongings were few, and there was room in his quarters for you both. You’d been practically living in there as it was anyway, hours and hours of research. You’d certainly become close, but aside from a kiss here and there, you hadn’t done much since the fireworks.

There’d been too much to do, and all the researching and experiment had held both of your focuses.

Things were settling down, and you’d asked Law for time to consider his offer. In truth you just wanted to have your own space until you’d managed to sort out at least the parameters of what was going on, if not the key to solving it all.

Solving the mystery of your body’s reaction to islands, and beyond that how to reverse your own immortality, was going to take years. With all that you’d sorted out to this point that much was clear.

It made practical sense.

It made emotional sense too. The feelings themselves were there, they hadn’t diminished. If anything you felt yourself longing in a painful way at times. You’d even confided in Ikkaku, and your concern had been such she hadn’t even teased you - at least not while she was helping you talk through it. As she had said, you were sunk, there was no going back now.

“I accept.” You say after a moment, watching relief wash over Law. “It’s objectively the wisest move, and, well, honestly…” You can feel your face heating up as he comes over to your chair. In lieu of looking up at him you hold out your hand, shivering a little at the tender touch of his fingers curling against your palm.

The sweet shiver slips down your arm and you can’t stop the huff of a contented sigh escaping from you. You can feel the smile on Law’s lips as he presses a warm kiss against the top of your hand. He leans over the chair and you can feel your body warming up just from the proximity.

“Honestly?” He prompts, and you internally chide yourself for being so easily flustered. It’s become harder and harder to maintain your composure around him. There was no release of tension in that first sweet kiss, things only got worse.

Or better, honestly. But worse in the sense that you couldn’t just stuff down the feeling and the strange need. The desire to be near him, the way your gaze lingered on his lips, the warmth in your skin as your body demanded more.

“Honestly it seems… I am greedy.” You say the words clearly, even if your eyes refuse to turn toward him.

He doesn’t tease you too terribly, the warmth of his lips against your skin as he kisses the crown of your head. “Greedy for me?” He prompts, finger under your chin, turning you easily toward him. You’re facing him, eyes shifted down, well aware of the hooded gaze waiting for you to look up.

“I’m…  being teased.” You pout as he urges your chin up, bringing your gaze up to his, one way or another.

“A little.” He admits and your eyes shift up at the words. His gaze sinks into your first, but you can see the light coloring of blush dusting against his skin. It’s subtle, but reassuring in its own way. “But I am greedy for you.”

He leans down, your gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips, watching them form the shape of sweet words that slipped so softly between them. “So be as greedy for me as you want.”

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Ultracompact fiber-tip sensor achieves high sensitivity in magnetic field and temperature measurements

Magnetic field sensing plays a pivotal role in numerous fields of medical, transportation and aerospace. The optical fiber-based magnetic field sensor possesses outstanding characteristics of compactness, long-distance interrogation, low cost and high sensitivity, which has attracted intensive interest. However, the fiber-based magnetic field sensor is generally affected by the temperature perturbation. Recently, although the temperature crosstalk can be effectively eliminated by integrating multiple sensing elements, it is at the cost of increasing the size of the whole sensing components, and the different spatial location of multiple elements could cause the measurement errors in the multi-parameter discriminative sensing. In a new paper published in Light: Advanced Manufacturing, a team of scientists, led by Professor Limin Xiao from Advanced Fiber Devices and Systems Group, Key Laboratory of Micro and Nano Photonic Structures (MoE), Key Laboratory for Information Science of Electromagnetic Waves (MoE), Shanghai Engineering Research Center of Ultra-Precision Optical Manufacturing, School of Information Science and Technology, Fudan University, China, and co-workers have developed an ultracompact multicore fiber (MCF) tip probes for magnetic field and temperature discriminative sensing.

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[aelinschild]

Paradigm; side by side

˙✧˖ March 7th: Fight or Flight

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SYNOPSIS: Burning, inside and out. WORDCOUNT: 1.3K WARNINGS: Cursing, horny Aelin and Rowan, Welding inaccuracies (I am not a welder lol)

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Drool was beginning to spill. 

Hypothetically, that is. Not in a lascivious way, more of an disconnect between mind and body. But then again, who could blame her? Her hands were tightening and pulling, seizing up with tension from the penning. Beginning to ache in a way she would regret days after if pushed. With what she had scrawled along pages, decorated margins in curves, it was time for a break. Resting where she was would work just fine. 

Just outside the open pane of glass, sat above the antiquely built desk she had practically defiled with her belongings, was a sight worth said drool. 

Aelin’s eyes were stuck everywhere. And it felt incriminating, to be so openly ogling her roommate. Sturdy against the stronger winds off the water of the day. Tall; imposing to what crossed his path. White sand hair, slicked in hazard stripes. Moisture gathering on his brow – enough she cold see its collection from her spot. The small curls at the base of his neck, violently contrasting his skin. Skin she would suffer to touch. A hue of bronze that seemed painted, so exact she could imagine the paintings depicting his structure. All shirtless and sweaty- 

She was getting warm.

It was undeniable that something had changed between the two of them, some ripple effect. A slingshot off axis, removing their celestial existences off course. Invigorating in a way that scared her. She was toeing a line that demanded something from her. Forfeit of nothing, compromise on everything, sacrificing herself. 

But his voice lived in her head. Good girl. Stupid woman. Burning hands, grating stares. She would be in the kitchen some evenings, taking care of a meal – sans Rowan; he never stayed in a room with her for long – when she felt daggers placed between vertebrae. They scratched at more than grey matter, electrifying bones from their marrow. Dripping out tension, removed without her conscious. 

The kitchen was an overlap. A moment where her life had no course but to find his. Magnetic, always coming back to the poles of whatever connection had her hands shaking and her heart squeezing. It only intensified with his actions. He was helpful in the kitchen; competent and assured. Albeit limited, knowing enough recipes to cover the days of the week. Pragmatic when planning, efficient when in action. It was flustering. 

They spoke – less after yesterday evening, strained at the table this morning – in small bites. Never more than what could be swallowed whole. Exchanging conversation like trading cards. Parameters and conditions. She took care to keep her voice even when speaking, her flush sometimes translating to a breathlessness. He never seemed to notice when her pitch jumped. Simply going back to his spot and carrying on. Immune to the heady weight of unsaid words. 

Peeling back skin from her fingertips, crusted and flaying from the saltwater, Aelin continued to watch Rowan. For all the man was; blunt and unfettered, he had a spirituality to him. Some divination that seeped from pores, asphyxiating with proximity. She had no ability to rid him from her mind. The sailboat portraits mocking in all their glory. 

She could be concerned with the safety of his afternoon hobby… but she was gaining a verdant entertainment from the display. Muscles highlighted by the light of the setting sun. In rare cases, framed with sparks of condensed heat. Close enough to pinprick a constellation of scars. And the mask. It was doing things to her that the vibrator she had tossed when leaving the city couldnt even conceive. Fucking bastard. 

Welding inane bits of metal without any protection over ones chest seemed like a recipe for absolute disaster. Some sort of dance with pain, a jump and run with each swing. Battling back and forth simply for the trouble of it. But he had been doing it for the past few hours, and all the willpower summoned to her being could not strengthen her against looking. Looking, thats all. 

Piece by piece, he worked through a pile of metal. Bending near to get a closer look, flipping the mask up for observation, slamming it down. Gloves tucked on, off. Brushing off sparks from collarbones. 

Aelin was up and out of the room before she really had time to consider the outcomes of her next actions. 

-

“What’s that you’ve got there,” she called. Sunshine and gentle waves. Currents that drowned. A shiver of pleasure racked his body. 

Looking up, Rowan knew where she would be. Had been waiting, hoping, for her to just look in his direction. Breath his way. It meant everything and nothing at once. But god, it meant a hell of a lot right now. 

“Just a project. ‘ve been needing to finish it up.” He had to cough, some choking feeling straining words. 

“Huh,” she hummed, wrapping slender arms around her middle. She was light, beaming and radiating in muted metals and shining reflections. Stunning in a way that would not hurt your eyes to stare at. “What does that do?” 

It was unfortunate, having to pull his gaze from her to whatever she was pointing at. 

He hummed, “the electrode holder. See the cord?” His gaze was back on her, waiting for the acknowledgement she had heard him. “This,” pointing at the piece on the table, “is what… brings the metal together, yeah? That is what supplies the power.” 

Her eyes followed where he pointed, and it felt like holding a opportunity in roughened hands. Fragile and breakable. But she just smiled, giving a small nod of her head, hair shifting and falling. His hand stretched out to touch it, curtain it behind jewelry adorned ears and away from vibrant eyes. He wanted nothing in the way of her face. 

He pulled it back, snapping out of the daze when she stepped closer. 

“Why?” Tension weighed heavy, his tongue dry. He could feel the places where he was bare, shifting slightly to readjust. Her closeness was tempting. But, why– why what? 

“Why what?”

“Well, why are you doing this?” She was interested. “I mean, and I am no expert or anything, but I feel like not having the proper protective gear is toying with stupidity…” She cares. “... And, I mean, not too long ago you were digging holes, and now its-” 

His hand landed on her shoulder, firm and electrifying. It was unconscious, psychic and meant to be. Drifting the spot on the peak on bone, fingers reaching down far enough that he could dig into the base of her shoulder blade if he wanted too. Push into muscle and fat, under bone. Worm his way into her being like she had his. 

She paused, mouth parted in a breath of indecision. He could see the indecisive and curious waves rolling through ocean blue irises. Dancing around that ring of gold that burned so bright. He wanted to find ore like that, find some proof of her reality in his surroundings. Present it to her like a gift of ardency. Tug her close and feel the heat under cotton thin t-shirts and canvas pants. Feel her. 

He didnt. Instead, turning her around, he pointed over the shoulder his hand wasnt occupying. Indecently brushing it against cheekbones and the thin membrane of her neck. Itching over the closeness. “See that?” He whispered, eyes shifting from the dancing upsurge of colours as they erupted over waves. “I like it. So, I want another view.” He watched the gooseflesh rise on her neck. 

She shuddered. “What about the deck?” Murmured, so low he had to lean closer. 

“I like right here fine.”

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