#microchip fabrication

[ferdifz]

Canon Nanoimprint Lithography

Update, 2 days later: And of course Asianometry had already made an hour-long deep-dive video into the microchip-fabricating technology, which will in short quite possibly challenge TSMC's global near-monopoly on the industry.

[simonfalk28]

Ode to a Microchip Age

Ode to a Microchip Age In memory of Bruce Dawe’s ‘Ode to a Snowflake’ and for those who bring sincerity and care online O chip, what a sight! You have brought much to light What we can compute And do The work of a few To save labour We can do more with Computing machines and cranes But the work hasn’t waned The hours are long Continuing while we sleep Pervading us while we…

[fic-girlie]

The Ones Who Stay

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader Summary: Pedro adopts a quiet shelter dog named Edgar and spends the night curled up beside him. In the morning, you find them together—safe, loved, and finally home. Warnings: pure fluff, a little bit of angst

The shelter was quiet in that way only places filled with waiting could be. The kind of quiet that hummed low under fluorescent lights and echoed off concrete floors, interrupted only by the soft rustle of fur and the occasional distant bark. You walked beside Pedro, your fingers interlaced with his, as he moved silently down the row of kennels, his eyes scanning the faces behind each gate. There was something different in him today—something quiet and aching, like a bruise that hadn’t surfaced yet.

He wasn’t smiling. Not the way he usually did. And though he responded with gentle nods and a murmured thank-you to the volunteer leading you both, you could feel how tightly wound he was beneath the surface. His thumb brushed over yours in an endless, unconscious loop. A small, soothing motion meant more for himself than for you.

When he stopped walking, it was sudden. You glanced up and followed his gaze to the far corner of the room where a steel kennel stood in shadow, its occupant huddled in the back, curled into himself like he’d forgotten how to take up space. White fur with light-brown patches, ribs faintly visible under his sides, and a pair of deep, knowing eyes that watched Pedro with a guarded kind of stillness.

Pedro didn’t move.

“That one,” he said quietly, and his voice cracked just enough for you to notice.

The volunteer looked toward the kennel and exhaled gently. “We call him Ghost. Came in a few months ago. Found on the side of the freeway, no phone number, no tags, no microchip. We think he was out there for a while. He’s… quiet. Doesn’t warm up to people easily.”

Pedro didn’t take his eyes off the dog. He crouched down, arms resting on his knees, head tilted like he was waiting for something. The dog didn’t move either. Didn’t bark. Just watched him.

“What’s his real name?” he asked.

The volunteer offered a soft, almost apologetic shrug. “We don’t know.”

Pedro was quiet for a long time. The air felt thinner now, charged with something unspoken. Then, gently, he said, “His name is Edgar.”

You blinked. “Edgar?”

Pedro nodded without looking at you. “Yeah, He looks like an Edgar. Like he’s been through more than he should’ve, and he’s still here. Still watching the world. Still hoping.”

There was a pause as the dog inched forward, slow, cautious, but not afraid. Not anymore.

“We can take you to the meet-and-greet room,” the volunteer offered. “He’s never really approached anyone before, but… if he’s responding to you, that’s worth exploring.”

Pedro stood, his hand brushing yours as he straightened, his eyes never leaving Edgar’s.

“He’s not responding,” he murmured. “He’s remembering.”

The room they brought you to was small and empty, with soft blankets, a few toys scattered across the floor, and one large window spilling sunlight into the space like warm breath. Edgar was brought in first, his steps unsure, his body low. He stood by the door, glancing around, then settling his eyes once more on Pedro.

He didn’t speak. He lowered himself to the floor in the far corner, legs crossed, hands resting palms-up on his knees. His face was open, unguarded, and he simply waited.

You stayed a few feet back, watching, your heart lodged somewhere behind your ribs.

Edgar’s movements were slow. He took one step. Then another. Hesitated. Watched. Waited.

Pedro didn’t call to him. Didn’t reach. Just breathed.

After a long few minutes, Edgar closed the distance between them. He sat—still not touching, still not sure—but close. Close enough that his breath stirred the fabric of Pedro’s jeans.

Pedro looked down at him. His voice, when he spoke, was barely audible. “Hey, buddy.”

Edgar didn’t flinch.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Pedro whispered. “I’m not here to make you. I just… I know what it’s like. To want to hide. To think no one sees you.”

The dog inched forward, and then—without ceremony—rested the side of his head against Pedro’s knee.

Pedro froze.

Then, slowly, he placed one trembling hand on the back of Edgar’s neck. He didn’t stroke or scratch. Just held him there. A quiet, grounding touch.

And that’s when it happened.

You saw it in his shoulders first—the way they sagged. Like something had slipped free. Then a single tear traced the edge of his cheekbone, silent and unchecked. Another followed. He didn’t move to wipe them away.

“I didn’t think he’d come to me,” he said, voice rough.

You moved forward, lowering yourself beside him and resting your hand gently on his back.

“Why not?”

Pedro swallowed hard. “Because I wouldn’t have. Not back then. When it felt like everyone had already left, I wouldn’t have let anyone close. Not even if I wanted to.”

He looked down at Edgar, who was now pressing fully into his side, his body softening, trusting.

“I think I needed someone like him,” Pedro whispered. “Someone who wouldn’t force it. Who would just… wait.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, your voice quiet. “He picked you.”

Pedro leaned his head against yours. “We’re taking him home.”

There was no hesitation. No doubt. Just love. Quiet and immediate and honest.

——

Hours later, the sun was lower, streaking golden light through the windows of your living room. Pedro sat on the floor beside the couch, one arm curled around Edgar, who had tucked himself tightly against Pedro’s side as if he’d always belonged there. A blanket lay beneath them, but neither of them had moved in a while.

You watched them from the couch, your tablet abandoned on your lap after finishing the last of the paperwork. Pedro’s fingers moved slowly through Edgar’s fur, his other hand resting limply in his lap. His eyes were still red, but the way he was smiling now—it was soft. Unfiltered. A kind of peace you didn’t often see in him.

“He really is an Edgar,” you said quietly.

Pedro looked up at you with that same softness. “Yeah. Like he’s always had that name, and he was just waiting for someone to say it.”

You reached down, brushing your fingers through his hair, then let your hand fall to rest against his shoulder.

“So were you.”

His brow knit, just a little. “What do you mean?”

“You were waiting to be chosen, too.”

Pedro stared at you for a long moment, something shifting in his eyes—something deep and raw and full.

He reached up, pulling you gently down to him, until you were tangled beside him on the floor, Edgar nestled between you both. The dog gave a quiet sigh, content.

Pedro pressed his forehead to yours, his hand at your jaw. “I don’t know who saved who today.”

You smiled against him. “Maybe it doesn’t matter.”

And in the hush of that moment, with Edgar’s breathing steady between you and Pedro’s fingers curled tight around yours, you knew the truth.

Sometimes, the ones who stay—the ones who wait—they’re the ones who teach you how to love again.

——

The house had long since gone quiet. Moonlight pooled across the hardwood floors in soft silver shadows, casting gentle shapes over the furniture and the corners that always seemed a little colder at night. You had gone to bed hours ago, your side of the bed still faintly warm, but Pedro hadn’t followed.

He couldn’t.

Not with Edgar stretched out on the living room floor, too new to this space, too fragile still in the comfort he was only just beginning to trust. Pedro had laid out an old quilt beside the couch, one that smelled like you both—like home—and he’d settled down on it like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t want Edgar to wake up and find himself alone. Not even for a moment.

The dog had curled into him hours ago, back pressed to Pedro’s chest, legs twitching gently in dreams. Pedro didn’t sleep. Not really. He watched the slow rise and fall of Edgar’s body and listened to the small, warm sounds of him breathing. It was a rhythm he didn’t know he needed.

His hand moved slowly over Edgar’s side, brushing through soft fur with an absent gentleness.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through,” he whispered into the quiet. “But you made it. You made it to me.”

The words caught in his throat. He paused, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Edgar’s head.

“You remind me of me,” he said, voice barely a breath. “All that silence. All that waiting.”

His fingers stilled.

“I used to think people left because I was too much. Too loud, too soft, too everything. But you—” he looked down at the dog pressed so tightly into him, “—you didn’t leave. You found me. Even when you were hurting.

A pause.

“You stayed.”

There were no tears this time, just the weight of emotion behind his eyes. Just a quiet kind of surrender.

The dog stirred, ears twitching, and Pedro smiled into the soft fur, whispering, “It’s okay, Edgar. I’ve got you now.”

And maybe, in a way he hadn’t even realized, Edgar had him too.

Because as the night deepened and the world outside faded, Pedro let himself drift—not into sleep, but into something close. Something peaceful. Something whole.

Wrapped in the quiet warmth of the living room, with the hum of the city far in the distance and the steady heartbeat of something new beside him, Pedro finally closed his eyes.

Not alone.

Never again.

——

The first thing you noticed was the sunlight.

It crept through the curtains in lazy bands of gold, warming the edge of the bed and painting the sheets with pale morning light. You stretched slowly, the kind of deep, satisfied stretch that comes only after a full night’s rest—until you reached across the bed and found it empty.

No Pedro.

Your hand pressed to the cool pillow he’d never lain on, and for a moment, you frowned. Then you remembered the way he’d looked last night, curled on the floor with Edgar, unwilling to leave the dog alone for even a moment. Your heart softened.

Slipping from the bed, you padded barefoot through the house, the wooden floor cool under your feet. The silence was gentle, not lonely—like the house itself was still waking up.

You found them in the living room.

The quilt lay spread across the floor in a soft heap of limbs and fur. Pedro was on his back, one arm slung across Edgar’s side, the other tucked beneath his head like a makeshift pillow. His hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, breath slow and even. Edgar was curled beside him, nose tucked near Pedro’s shoulder, tail twitching with quiet, contented dreams.

You stood there for a moment, just watching.

The two of them looked like they’d been sleeping together for years.

Pedro stirred first, as if sensing your presence. His lashes fluttered, his eyes heavy and warm with sleep when they opened.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice thick and low from the night.

“Morning,” you whispered, crouching beside him.

His eyes found yours and softened. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

He blinked, then glanced at Edgar, whose breathing remained steady and deep.

“I couldn’t leave him,” Pedro said, voice barely above a whisper. “He fell asleep right against me, and I just… I didn’t wanna risk him waking up alone.”

You reached out, brushing the sleep-mussed hair from his forehead. “You didn’t have to explain. I knew you wouldn’t.”

Pedro let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes again, leaning into your touch. “He trusts me,” he said. “Already. I don’t want to fuck that up.”

“You won’t,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “He’s safe now.”

The quiet between you held steady, thick with emotion. You moved to sit beside them, and Pedro shifted just enough to make room, curling an arm around your legs where they folded beneath you. Edgar stretched in his sleep and shifted closer to Pedro’s chest.

“He snored a little,” Pedro murmured with a faint smile. “Like a tiny old man.”

You laughed softly, your fingers resting on Pedro’s shoulder. “He’s perfect.”

Pedro’s expression turned thoughtful, his eyes flicking between you and Edgar. “I was scared to come here yesterday,” he admitted. “Thought maybe I wouldn’t connect. That I’d just feel… empty. Like I didn’t deserve something this good.”

You leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You deserve it, Pedro. All of it.”

His eyes closed again, and for a long while, you all sat in silence. The kind of silence that comes only when everything is exactly as it should be.

Eventually, Edgar woke with a long, slow stretch and blinked up at the both of you, tail thumping once, then again. Pedro smiled.

“Good morning, Edgar.”

The dog nuzzled into Pedro’s side, and you reached down, running your hand over his soft fur.

You glanced between them—man and dog, soul and soul—and felt a kind of fullness swell in your chest. The kind that didn’t need words.

This was home now.

Not just the place, not the walls—but the heartbeat of it. The breath of something whole.

[urpetbunny]

Buying you a dog crate and decorating it with all your favorite plushies, filling it with soft pillows and blankets in your favorite colors and fabrics.

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

Don't worry, my pet, I've already prepared all your favorite activities! Shh, it's okay... While you were asleep, I microchipped you so everyone will know who you belong to if you ever get lost.

Not that you would, anyway, with that shiny new collar around your neck, right?

Welcome home, sweetheart. I made it just for you. <3

[save-the-villainous-cat]

With all the strength they had left, the hero crawled into the villain’s apartment through the window. After surviving the superhero, this should have been easy but it turned out to be exhausting.

The hero had landed in the bathroom and without wasting another second, they pulled themselves up and searched through the cabinets. Unfortunately, their bloody hands left enough evidence of them breaking in already. They supposed they’d have to face the villain sooner or later, even if that meant the villain was going to throw them out again.

For now, they found something close enough to practical — a razor — and opened the first aid kit the villain usually stored under the cabinet. Before they could take out the blades, the villain opened the door.

“You’re not as quiet as you think.” The hero looked at them and smiled softly. Teeth stained with blood, heavy limbs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” they said. With no hesitation, the villain helped them up and took the razorblades out of their hands.

“What happened to that pretty face?” they asked. With one hand on the hero’s hip, they reached for a clean towel and turned on the sink. They let the soft fabric drench in warm water and gently cleaned up the hero’s face.

It all happened so fast. The villain didn’t seem to mind that the hero was here in the middle of the night.

And they were close. So close.

Whereas the villain was focused on the hero’s face and getting rid of all that blood, the hero stared into their eyes. Maybe it was this cruel change: brutal violence coming from someone they had adored to gentle tenderness from someone they had loathed.

The villain looked down at them. Their thumb traced the hero’s jawline and the hero looked away, almost ashamed.

“You look like shit,” the villain whispered. “And you woke me up.”

“I’m sorry,” the hero said. They looked at the villain’s clothes — their underwear and a shirt. The hero blushed a little. They took the villain’s hand and reached for the razorblades. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

The hero let go of them with a gaze that lingered a little too long.

“They chipped me,” the hero explained. They cleaned the blade with some rubbing alcohol and took in a deep breath. “Chipped me like a fucking dog.”

They cut into their own forearm, watching as the blood ran down their skin. It burnt even more than the open wounds on the hero’s back. They supposed they just had gotten used to that sort of pain, even if that was impossible.

With the blade, they dug through skin and muscle, clenching their teeth until they found the little tracker. They cursed when they pushed their fingers into the wound to fish it out.

Once they had the bloody device in their hand, they let it fall to the ground and crushed it under their boot.

“I knew trackers are useless at your place. You’ve slipped through my fingers quite a few times that way.”

The villain didn’t say anything. They just stared at the hero who cleaned their arm.

It wasn’t exactly easy to crawl to their nemesis and beg for shelter. The hero was too proud to do that anyway and they had planned to leave after cutting out the microchip.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” the hero said.

“You didn’t bother me.” The villain took a step forward and took the hero’s hands. “Are you alright?”

The hero frowned.

“Of course I am. I’m fine. I’m doing great.”

“You’re sure about that?” The villain let their fingers intertwine and suddenly, the hero felt very tired very quickly. “You’ve been so busy these last few days. I barely got to see you. They sent over some other lame heroes.”

The hero chuckled tiredly.

“I mean, why would they think I am satisfied with all the other rabble?” One of their hands glided down the hero’s forearm where they put pressure on the wound. “You always wanted to be a hero. When did that change?”

“I don’t know,” the hero said but the desperation and the hopelessness were already settling in. It didn’t even buy them time to lie to the villain. One way or another they found out anyway and most of the time, they asked the hero questions they already had the answers to.

The hero couldn’t really take it anymore. The pain was too much, their mind was breaking more and more.

“Oh, so many tears on such a pretty face,” the villain said. They pulled the hero closer and wiped their tears away with the back of their hand. “Don’t you know it’s not your fault?”

“They turned against me,” the hero said. Their voice trembled. “All of them. They chipped me, they put a bounty on my head. They’re trying to kill me because I don’t agree with…with all this shit.”

The villain cupped their face. “With what?”

“With all this stupid collateral damage and these dumb advertisements. Most of the time I feel like a mascot, I’m barely saving any people.”

“Oh, darling.” The villain tilted their head. Their presence was comforting in a way the hero hadn’t had experienced before. Whatever they’d done to each other in the past, the hero didn’t care. They were familiar, they were warm. The hero wasn’t going to let anyone take this moment away from them. “And who exactly beat you up like this? Your boss, I assume?”

“…yeah.” They could play pretend. They could pretend the villain was closer, that they were more than acquaintances. Even if it wasn’t real, even if the villain was using them, the hero needed some affection right now. They’d gladly give the heartbreak to their future self.

“My poor hero,” the villain said softly. “Would you let me stitch you up?”

The hero nodded.

“I’ll protect you,” the villain promised. They pulled them close to hug the hero. The hero didn’t understand why they were so gentle, so kind. Most of the time, they insulted each other like children. But the hero needed this. They really did. “They will pay for this.”

[artisticestheticreads]

A SNEAK PEEK!?!?!?!

Hello, my sweet babies. Here is a sneak peek of our favorite Wakandan prince. Tehehe. ENJOY!!!! (Once you read a long then you will understand why I chose this gif.)

“Man, all these cracka muthafuckas know are microchips and microaggressions. It went numbers to ‘wow, you are so smart for a black man’. Like, these bitches don’t know how to be decent for more than three minutes. I swear I can’t stand these overly white ass bitches, man”, Erik said as he dug his spoon into the tub again without looking but to his surprise, the spoon didn’t feel like it had hit a soft liquidy substance but instead into a thick piece of smooth, silky material…or flesh. Once he looked over, he noticed his spoon was in nothing but in between his friend’s double d breasts inside her thin fabric of a tank. He noticed how her nipples were so erect and the fabric was still wet to the point he could see the color of her nipples and how big her areolas were; even if he could lie to himself, he wouldn’t mind to have both of her pierced nipples in her mouth while he made his self explode.

~ See? Because he look like he is looking at ya titties. Tehehe. This will be up in less than 24 hours. Stay tunedddd

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[winterstaryu]

In my dream last night, it was revealed that Michael was using microchips hidden in cowboy hats to mind control the other Mikes and track their locations. His whole endgame was to bring all of them to the same location and consolidate into one Super Mike and then take over the world. Each time a Mike consolidated with him, he would collect these like. Power rings? And that was the point like he HAD to collect these rings that controlled the fabric of reality, and eventually it was down to just three Mikes with the last three power rings he needed to control the universe, but they escaped into this like. Underwater city run by an octopus god guarding an interdimensional gate and tbh I don't remember where it went from there but I WAS the octopus god's husband, so, jot that down

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Oct 2012

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[marias-island-of-visitors]

Open Starter (Female or Futa only)

"I'm telling you it's a conspiracy! The clothing companies put tracking chips in the fabric of your clothes! That's how they can hear you and sell you junk on your phone!"

Sticks was once more on one of her random tangents about the government spying on people through random devices and services. It was something that she did every other week when she was left alone too long to her own devices. This time though it seemed she had gone a step in a strange direction as she stood naked as the day she was born talking about clothing microchips. The term 'never put your dick in crazy' would be a struggle to say the least as she continued on her rant.

"And that's not all! The government is trying to control when and where we want to fuck! We're animals for chaos sake! We should be able to bone whenever and wherever. So they make us wear clothes we don't need to keep us from acting on our primal urges to breed and mate. It's all a conspiracy I tell ya!... so yeah that's why I'm a nudist now."

[themakeupbrush]

What are your thoughts on the Schiaparelli tech baby, specifically in regards to any sort of societal commentary but also in terms of the rest of the collection?

Collection description from Daniel Roseberry

If there's one thing Schiaparelli is good at, it's having a weird showstopper that everyone will be talking about. It always feels a little gimmicky but clearly it works and keeps fashion week interesting, so I'm not complaining. Also, Daniel Roseberry's dedication to fashion + couture is always inspiring. You can read an article here where he complains about people feeding his work through AI, being inspired by other couture icons, and honoring a member of the atelier who's retring.

I think they accomplished the classic Schiaparelli goal of putting two unlikely things together and making them work, but to me this collection kind of felt like it had one too many design concepts going on. It had extraterrestrial, technology, texas cowboy, and then all the iconic Schiaparelli design elements. The outfits on their own were great and cohesive, but it kind of made the show feel like it was all over the place.

Collection description from Daniel Roseberry:

In 1877, Elsa Schiaparelli’s uncle Giovanni Schiaparelli, the director of the Brera Observatory in Milan, discovered something new: a series of channels, an area as large as the Grand Canyon, scoring the surface of Mars. He also coined the term “Martian”, and inadvertently began our modern fascination with creatures from out there, a fascination that continues to this day. So it makes sense that space has always been an informal code of the Maison. Elsa was, famously, preoccupied with astrology, and why not? Looking to the stars was clearly a family pastime. This collection is an homage to that obsession, as well as a study in contradictions — of legacy and the avant-garde, of the beautiful and the provocative, of the earthbound and the heaven-sent. But as art (and nature) teaches us again and again, the things and ideas that seem diametrically opposed to each other can also combine to make startling chimeras, objects composed of familiar parts that, when united, create something unexpected and new It is, in fact, one of the Maison’s guiding philosophies: Elsa was committed to unlikely marriages win her own design, and the looks in this collection honor that tradition, combining old world techniques (such as over-embroidered guipure laces, velvet and lace appliqués, and hand cut and embroidered chenille fringe) with new world shapes, patterns, and references (such as a motherboard-and-strasse microchip dress encrusted with pre-2007 technological artifacts — now, the technology I grew up with is so antiquated that it’s almost as difficult to source as certain vintage fabrics and embellishments). They also unite her personal references with my own: you’ll see abstracted references to iconographies of my home state of Texas throughout, from the bandana, here remade in hand-painted paillettes; to the cowboy boot, reconceived as a thigh-high fantasy bristling with buckles; to the iconic horse braid dressage knots redone as silk satin spikes and smothering a camel suede bomber jacket and a white denim corset suit. Elsa was famous for her codes — the keyhole, the measuring tape, anatomical body parts — and we’ve embedded them like Easter eggs in jewelry, shoes, clutches, and embroidery, a secret message from us to the woman who wears them. The result are a series of profiles both familiar and not — part human, part something else. And, therefore, totally Schiaparelli.

[thegoldenavenger]

More svsss fic bits, smaller edition time.

Just a collection of wips and snippets

[FLOWER AU]

Luo Binghe has him pinned. Again. His robes have been discarded, the excess fabric getting in his way as he fought against the half demon. Luo Binghe had smugly shrugged out of his robes in turn, and Liu Qingge had to close his eyes against the flowered expanse of his skin.

The wilted petals of Shen Qingqiu's peony seemed so... Dry. Impersonal. When compared to the field of thorny roses that wrap around Luo Binghe's throat and chest. That is what Shen Qingqiu's desire and love look like when pressed to someone's skin. The Lotus flowers reaching up the long lines of Luo Binghe's body: the fond image Shen Qingqiu holds for his betrothed. There are smaller blooms Liu Qingge avoids looking directly at; he doesn't want to know what they mean.

His distraction and self pity earned Luo Binghe the advantage, not that he needs it. At least from this angle, Liu Qingge can't see the healthy blooms that rest along Luo Binghe's collarbone like careful hands.  He's left to stare at his own hand, the dried remains of forget-me-nots intertwined among his scars.

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[TOXIC LESBINGLIU thanks sinn-bees]

Luo Binghe cups Shen Yuan's face and kisses her. The angle is off, the sweep of Shen Yuan's hair blocking the way Luo Binghe presses her lips to Shen Yuan's, and her whole body leans towards Luo Binghe like a flower. Luo Binghe's other hand is unclasping Shen Yuan's bra, making deft, practiced work of the hooks.

Liu Qingge sits in Shen Yuan's weird computer chair and stares.

Luo Binghe isn't even looking at her anymore. Pushing her into the chair and giving her a smile that showed her teeth was the last attention either Luo Binghe or Shen Yuan showed her.

Does she stay here? Told to sit like a dog? Does she leave—can she leave?

Shen Yuan moans softly because Luo Binghe's hands have crept down her body. The angle is still wrong for Liu Qingge to see anything, Luo Binghe shifts her shoulder so that her tanned broad back covers everything but one of Shen Yuan's slim knees. As she watches, that knee falls to the side, pressed flat by Luo Binghe's hand.

It slowly creeps on her, as she curls in on herself, that she is going to stay exactly where Luo Binghe put her. Some greedy thing clamours inside of her, it opens deep in the pit of her stomach, heating her from the inside out. Each quietly muffled noise Shen Yuan makes the heat rise higher—is she muffling herself with her hands? Is she just naturally quiet? Luo Binghe slides down her body and Liu Qingge sits and stays.

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[SYNTH BINGHE AU]

"Liu Qingge, you could try to leave some of the chassis intact." Shen Qingqiu gently scolds as he nudges a fragment of Synth with his foot.

Liu Qingge clicks his tongue and he flicks oil and other viscous fluid off his blade. Shen Qingqiu shakes his head.

"As a favor to your favorite shixiong, shidi."

"Maybe my favorite shixiong would like to fight the synths however he wants and I can play inside with wires and microchips and air conditioning."

"Maybe your favorite shixiong will do just that! You don't have to follow me, shidi, Binghe and I are perfectly capable of bagging a few synths ourselves."

Liu Qingge looks pointedly at the slagged tent at the edge of the clearing. What had once been a nice campsite is now a half wrecked battleground of churned soil and sparking robotic parts. Luo Binghe sees his Shizun's face turn red and his fan snap out with a forbidding crack.

"Shizun, this one is whole enough, I think!" Luo Binghe says quickly, heading off another verbal spar. His shishu, despite not being inclined towards words, seems to delight in baiting Luo Binghe's incomparable Shizun into vicious tirades. It's like he likes being yelled at.

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[WINGFIC]

He throws himself off the cliff.

Again and again and again.

At the last moment his wings snap out to level him from his dive, heart swooping with the rush of it.

His favorite move is spearing down from the heavens, body slamming into his prey. When he was younger he would hurl himself at his opponents, lock his hands in their robes, and heave. It wouldn't matter if they grabbed him back, if they were both sent flying.

He's better trained with the sword now, but he is still often found making his entranced by flying straight through the threshold. It's more efficient, he says, hurtling himself through the air.

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[Day 2 snippet OTL]

Luo Qingleng had sat him down when he'd recovered. His shifu had been silent, stern, as he circled where Liu Mingyu knelt in tense anxiety. It had seemed all too likely that Luo Qingleng had come to his senses and would leave him there without dismissal just as he had upon their first meeting.

Liu Mingyu had himself half way to another deviation with how tense he'd been under Luo Qingleng's inscrutable gaze. The panic clawing at his throat and his own blood pounding in his ears nearly deafened him.  What would Liu Mingyu do, if he'd failed again? If Luo Qingleng decided it was all a mistake. Could Luo Qingleng throw him off Qing Jing? Out of Cang Qiong entirely? This was Liu Mingyu's only chance to make anything of himself at all.  If he failed there he may as well lie down and dissipate into the ground to feed worms and other more worthy living things.

"If Mingyu cannot practice on his own without qi deviating," Luo Qingleng had finally said, "Liu Mingyu will be barred from independent study."

Cold had numbed Liu Mingyu from scalp to finger tips. Luo Qingleng was going to throw him off the mountain, if not in practice than in spirit all the same.

"Mingyu will have to endure this Master's supervision until this master is sure Liu Mingyu won't ruin his cultivation base on his own."

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[WHUMP FIC]

Liu Qingge may not have slept at all, as Luo Binghe wakes to his Shishu studying him.  He reflexively bristles under his Shishu’s assessing gaze. 

“Forgive this one for sleeping in, Shishu, the jerky must have taken longer to sleep off.” The bitter tone sticks to the back of his teeth.

Liu Qingge’s face closes off at the remark and he tilts his jaw up at an angle, eyes narrowing. “If you’re well enough to complain,” he starts, folding his arms, “then you’re well enough to move. Sit up.” Instead of watching Luo Binghe struggle he kicks at the deadened fire pit, smothering whatever may have still struggled to light back up. He shakes out his tin, stuffs it back into whatever pocket it came from and hesitates over the second one. 

“Here,” he says like it kills him to do so and shoves Luo Binghe’s cup at him, newly filled. It’s warm under Luo Binghe’s fingers, though not from fire. Liu Qingge must have heated it with qi, risking the energy flare over any smoke from a fire.

As Luo Binghe drinks the tea broth he watches Liu Qingge strap Xin Mo to his hip, securing it next to Cheng Luan and tying an extra leather strap around the sword belt. He shakes out his hand and drags it roughly through his long, swinging ponytail already disheveled from the night. The remains of the weird soup fill Luo Binghe’s stomach bringing a warmth to his core and with it, a prick of guilt. 

He wonders what Shizun ate for dinner, if he had eaten anything at all. Faced with a choice between nothing and the meals from Qing Jing’s kitchens, Shizun often chooses nothing. His eyes linger on Xin Mo at Liu Qingge’s side for a long second. He missed dinner and breaking fast with Shizun. His marinade might survive sitting out on the counter for another day, if Shizun doesn’t think to put it away, but the more delicate sides Luo Binghe had planned are surely beyond saving. 

The next swallow of soup goes down hard.  Liu Qingge hadn’t said as much but Luo Binghe had been ungrateful. Leading Liu Qingge to believe the dried rations had disagreed with him, and now throwing it back in his face this morning while gladly taking the meal Liu Qingge had prepared even though it was unnecessary and perhaps dangerous… 

He sets aside the empty tin carefully cushioning it with his finger. Liu Qingge’s attention comes to him regardless of his care.

[bintangchipblog]

What is a Foundry? Why It’s the Key to Chip Manufacturing

In the heart of the global electronics industry lies a quiet giant—the semiconductor foundry. While companies like Apple, NVIDIA, and Qualcomm design the chips that power your favorite devices, it's the foundries that physically bring those designs to life. But what exactly is a foundry, and why is it so critical to chip manufacturing?

What is a Semiconductor Foundry?

A semiconductor foundry, or simply "foundry," is a manufacturing facility that fabricates integrated circuits (ICs). These ICs, also known as microchips or chips, are the brains behind modern electronics—everything from smartphones and laptops to cars and industrial machinery.

Foundries specialize in manufacturing chips designed by other companies, a business model known as pure-play foundry. For example, TSMC (Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing Company) is the world’s largest and most advanced foundry, producing chips for tech giants without competing with them in design.

There are also IDMs (Integrated Device Manufacturers) like Intel, which both design and manufacture their own chips. However, the pure-play foundry model has become dominant due to the increasing complexity and cost of chip manufacturing.

The Role of a Foundry in Chip Manufacturing

Chip design is only half the equation. Once a design is finalized using software and simulations, it must be turned into physical silicon wafers through a meticulous and highly precise process involving:

Photolithography: Transferring microscopic circuit patterns onto silicon.

Etching and Deposition: Carving and layering materials to form transistors and interconnects.

Ion Implantation: Modifying electrical properties at the atomic level.

Packaging and Testing: Encasing chips and validating their performance.

This process takes place in ultra-clean, billion-dollar facilities where even a speck of dust can ruin a chip. Foundries provide the scale, expertise, and cleanroom environments necessary to execute this complex task at nanometer precision.

Why Foundries Are the Key to the Chip Industry

Enabling Innovation Through Specialization Foundries allow fabless companies (those that only design chips) to focus on innovation without the burden of operating expensive fabrication plants. This division of labor has accelerated technological progress.

Advanced Process Technology Leading foundries invest billions into R&D and process nodes (like 5nm, 3nm, or 2nm technology), pushing the boundaries of performance and power efficiency.

Scalability and Global Supply Foundries serve a wide range of industries: consumer electronics, automotive, medical, aerospace, and more. Their capacity and scalability make them vital to maintaining the global tech supply chain.

Geopolitical and Economic Importance Countries now consider foundries as strategic assets, essential for national security and economic resilience. Supply chain disruptions in recent years have spotlighted their critical role.

Conclusion

Foundries are the unsung heroes of the digital era. While designers craft the vision for future chips, it’s the foundries that make those visions a reality with unmatched precision and scale. As chip demands surge across AI, IoT, and 5G, the importance of foundries in the semiconductor ecosystem will only grow.

Whether you're holding a smartphone or driving a smart vehicle, chances are a chip built in a foundry is powering the experience—quietly but powerfully behind the scenes.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Researchers develop new design and fabrication method to make lightsails for interstellar travel

Since its launch in 1977, NASA’s Voyager 1 spacecraft has traveled over 15 billion miles into deep space. That’s a long way — but it’s not even 1% of the distance to Alpha Centauri, the nearest star to the sun. If humans are going to send ships to the stars, space travel will have to get a lot faster. 

One promising way to pick up that kind of speed is a “lightsail” — a thin, reflective membrane that can be pushed by light much the same way that wind pushes a sailboat. Lightsails have the potential to reduce flight time to nearby stars from several thousand years using current propulsion systems to perhaps just a decade or two. 

Now, a team of researchers from Brown University and Delft University of Technology (TU Delft) in the Netherlands has developed a new way of designing and fabricating ultra-thin, ultra-reflective membranes for lightsails. In a study published in Nature Communications, the researchers describe a lightsail membrane that’s 60 millimeters (about 2.4 inches) wide by 60 millimeters long, but with a thickness of just 200 nanometers — a tiny fraction of a human hair. The surface is intricately patterned with billions of nanoscale holes, which help to reduce the material’s weight and increase its reflectivity, giving it more acceleration potential. 

“This work was a joint effort between theorists at Brown University and experimentalists at TU Delft making it possible to design, fabricate and test a highly reflective lightsail with the largest aspect ratio recorded to date,” said Miguel Bessa, an associate professor in Brown’s School of Engineering who co-led the research with Richard Norte, an associate professor at TU Delft. “The experimental breakthrough of Richard’s team proves their fabrication process is scalable to the dimensions needed for interstellar travel and can be done in a cost-effective manner. Simultaneously, my team is very enthusiastic to see the essential role of our latest optimization method guided by machine learning in solving such an interesting and difficult engineering problem.”

The research is a significant step toward realizing goals like those of the Starshot Breakthrough Initiative, founded by entrepreneur Yuri Milner and the late physicist Stephen Hawking. The goal is to use ground-based lasers to power hundreds of meter-scale lightsails carrying microchip-sized spacecraft. This new lightsail design could be scaled up to meter scale fairly easily, the researchers say, and with a manageable price tag. 

For their design, the team used single-layer silicon nitride, a lightweight and high-strength material that’s well suited for lightsail design. The researchers then worked to maximize its reflectivity while minimizing its weight. The reflectivity of the surface determines how much light pressure is created behind the sail, which in turn determines how fast it can accelerate. At the same time, a lighter material requires less force to accelerate, so less mass equals more speed.

The optimization process involved designing a pattern of nanoscale holes — billions of them across the material’s surface with diameters smaller than the wavelength of light. Bessa’s team, including Brown Ph.D. student Shunyu Yin, used a new artificial intelligence method they developed to optimize the shape and placement of the holes for increased reflectivity and decreased weight. 

Once they had an optimized design, a team led by Norte at TU Delft went to work fabricating it in the lab. 

“We have developed a new gas-based etch that allows us to delicately remove the material under the sails, leaving only the sail,” Norte said. “If the sails break, it’s most likely during manufacturing. Once the sails are suspended, they are actually quite robust. These techniques have been uniquely developed at TU Delft.”

Fabricating this design with traditional methods would have been expensive and taken as long as 15 years, the researchers say. But using Norte’s techniques, fabrication took about a day and is thousands of times less expensive. The result is a membrane that the researchers believe has the highest aspect ratio — centimeter-scale length but with nanoscale thickness — of any lightsail design to date. The researchers hope that their methods will not only help humans reach the stars, but also push the limits of nanoscale engineering. 

“The new machine learning and optimization techniques we used here are very general,” Bessa said. “We could use them to create lots of different things for different purposes. This is really just the beginning. We might be on the verge of solving engineering problems that have remained unsolvable up to now.”

The research was funded by the European Union (ERC, EARS, 101042855) and a Limitless Space Institute I2 Grant.

TOP IMAGE: A process for designing ultra-thin membranes with billions of nanoscale holes may one day help small spacecraft reach the stars. Credit Norte lab, TU Delft/Bessa lab, Brown University

LOWER IMAGE: A process for designing ultra-thin membranes with billions of nanoscale holes may one day help small spacecraft reach the stars. Credit Norte lab, TU Delft and Bessa lab, Brown University

[thewizardtower]

It's just past 11am on a Wednesday in October and I'm thinking about how I'm turning into my father.

Got a random flashback of walking through an IBM facility in the mid-90s as a kid and being told how cleanrooms work and how microchips were made. It was where my father worked at the time. I remember thinking about how cool the future would be, and how much I loved computers. I drew a bouquet of flowers on my father's whiteboard in his office since that's all I knew how to draw at the time.

He was let go from the company in the early 2000s (anyone who has worked for IBM likely knows how fickle they are). He was told by a friend that still works there that those flowers are still on the whiteboard some 20+ years later! The marker is dried on and flaking and it's been touched up over the years like so many hands keeping a Renaissance painting alive against the ravages of time. But it's still there. He was told that no one ever had the heart to erase it, and simply would write around it, or even buy a new whiteboard to place next to it they could actually use.

I wish I had a picture of it to share, but I don't. But I remember what it looked like and I vividly remember drawing it. I wish I could pop back into that time and feel the markers under my fingers and the brown rug under my sneakers and the fabric walls of my father's cubicle. I remember the tan sweaters he would wear to work that he's long since gotten rid of. I remember the round glasses frames and his 5 o'clock shadow on his round cheeks before he grew his goatee in the 2000s and before it turned white.

Today as a 30 year old, I work in IT and write documentation about software. It's no mid-90s IBM, but it pays the bills. Yesterday I had a Zoom meeting at work and was momentarily struck by the image of my father staring back at me in my webcam. I saw my own tan sweater, my own 5 o'clock shadow, my own round glasses. I never realized how much I look like him, and how I turned into him as I got older. And all I could do to ponder this was to draw a bouquet of flowers on my own home office white board.

The one I drew as a kid was much better than this. Haha.

Time is weird. Genetics are weird. I still love computers and drawing flowers.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Innovative photoresist materials pave the way for smaller, high performance semiconductor chips

For more than 50 years, the semiconductor industry has been hard at work developing advanced technologies that have led to the amazing increases in computing power and energy efficiency that have improved our lives. A primary way the industry has achieved these remarkable performance gains has been by finding ways to decrease the size of the semiconductor devices in microchips. However, with semiconductor feature sizes now approaching only a few nanometers—just a few hundred atoms—it has become increasingly challenging to sustain continued device miniaturization. To address the challenges associated with fabricating even smaller microchip components, the semiconductor industry is currently transitioning to a more powerful fabrication method—extreme ultraviolet (EUV) lithography. EUV lithography employs light that is only 13.5 nanometers in wavelength to form tiny circuit patterns in a photoresist, the light-sensitive material integral to the lithography process.

Read more.

[puddicure]

the previous post just turned into me gushing about scifi fashion design choices but really I just wanted to talk about some bold new aesthetics I came up with that I think we should try to explore:

- Meiji Cowboy: a new take on Meiji era fashion that blended “western” style clothing with Japanese clothing construction, but with more denim and fringe

- Choirpunk: it’s the dystopian future and now you have to DIY your punk clothes out of old clergy vestments. DIY “stained glass” style jewelry made from broken bottles and shit. Idfk. (I guess this one basically already exists via fetishwear, but I think there’s potential with the Flying Nun style habits. mostly I’m just looking for a reason to use church brocades lmfao)

- EGOL (‘elegant gothic office lady,’ a play on EGL (Elegant gothic Lolita); this one is sort of like corporate goth in spirit, but I want blazers with epaulettes, modern/futuristic fabrics with Victorian-style cuts and tailoring.)

- Gilliesuit Chic: I’m picturing like, jackets with arms from Gillie suits. Bell bottoms with the bell of the pant made of this disgusting fabric. Maybe just like as a shoulder accent. Like a capelet.

- Karneval Casual: more than anything, I’m thinking about those neon feathers and the fringe you see from Rio. Incorporate those shapes and textures into some dailywear. I feel like I don’t need to explain this one.

- Castaway Chic: a gown made out of an old parachute. Wearing one of those airplane floatation vests as fashion. Literal fish net top, maybe even wearing one as a fun little skirt. Those mesh water shoes, but extended into knee high boots. Divesuit under a crop top and cargo shorts. Fish lure jewelry. You could also call this “Waterworld chic.”

- Boilersuit Lolita: workman style coveralls made from Lolita designer print fabric, trimmed with bows and frills and lace. Heart belt buckle. Name tag patch with the brand name embroidered on it. Little white gloves with bows on them and a scalloped lace wrist. Sort of a metacommentary on the commodification of working-class aesthetics while also a jab at the fact Lolita is so incredibly impractical as a lifestyle fashion. IDK. is this anything.

- Powersuit Cyborg: a reboot of the classics. Bring back the big shoulder pad blazers, add circuit board prints to the linings. Maybe that puffer coat style ribbing as an accent. Microchip cuff links. Earrings made from old connector wires. Those big visor style sunglasses. Leather half gloves. Tuxedo stripe pants where the stripes look like rainbow ribbon cables. High heel loafers with a stacked CYM block heel. Bold lipstick. Teased hair.