#Nonlinear Engineering

[michaeldemanega]

Grüne Fassaden und grüne Statik

Im Stadt-Grau ist das Grün an der Fassade eine zunehmen erfrischende Erscheinung. Insbesondere dann, wenn verschmierte Fassaden in vielen Städten die Regel sind und stark abstoßend wirken, weil irgend jemand davon ausgeht, fremdes Eigentum willkürlich beschmieren zu dürfen. Begriffe wie “sustainability”, “green architecture” oder “green engineering” werden heute international populär und zieren…

[lucabyte]

Internet is down

[fairydriver]

speedroid is such a fun fucking deck... i wuv speedroid. warning the tags on this are a magnitude 3 Special Interest Zone

[mandowifey]

i just read your miguel o’hara fic and it’s beautiful.

so i found out that when he bites his prey, his fangs have paralyzing venom and i was thinking about him being obsessed with reader who tries to ignore him, but eventually he becomes impatient and uses his venom on them and all they can do is moan and take him (with a sprinkle of breeding kink🤭).

sorry if this is too much and makes you uncomfy

WAH, thank you so much! ❤️

(Breeding kink is my fave kink, Id never be uncomfy) I've wanted to write this for him since learning about it, it's so...hot, HAHA.

P.s: this turned into arguably the longest Miguel x reader fic I have ever done 💀

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Dominion

Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader

This is part of a nonlinear storyline.

Warnings; NSFW, extreme noncon/dubcon (reader is paralyzed from Miguel's bite), dark!Miguel, stalker!Miguel, PiV sex, unsafe sex, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, praise, taunting, general bad themes. Reader is a virgin in this.

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When Spider-man saved a bus full of children on a collapsing bridge, the world cheered. What the news outlets and fanatics fail to see are the people who are not rescued. Your family had been on the bi-monthly trip down state when the bridge had been attacked. They were one of the cars that went down with the initial rubble. There was no big heroic moment, no surprise rescue, or hero swooping in the last minute to save them all. On that day, you lost everyone you ever cared about and came to hate Spider-man.

Miguel O'hara understood a lot of things about this world. In fact, he understood a lot of things about a lot of worlds. There was synchronicity between the universes, such as Spider-man being the hero and getting the girl. What he failed to understand was how he couldn't get you.

It was a Thursday evening, and he was fighting Rhino in the open street. As the leader of the Spider-Society, Miguel didn't often get to run around and handle crime. Seeing an opportunity to release some frustration and get some air, he'd left Jess in charge to patrol the city. Cue, the bad guy showing up and their all-out, property destroying brawl. During the back and forth with his opponent, Rhino had picked up a small car above his head and chucked it. When Miguel dodged, the car hit the road, rolled, then skidded into a light pole as the engine burst into flames.

As he turned to lunge, he heard you.

Screaming, inside that car.

Duty to civilians was more important than apprehending a criminal. Still, he hesitated before, inevitably snarling and prowling towards the car. With his strength, Miguel lifted and shoved the pole to the side before he walked around to the front. Inside the glass was you. Small compared to him, bloodied from the glass and impact but still shouting. What confused him was the way your fearful expression twisted into a look of pure disdain once you two spotted each other. Regardless, he'd broken the windshield and pulled you out.

"You alright?"

Nothing.

Not a word.

As you wipe glass from your clothes, the masked crusader lingered in your presence, perturbed. Miguel did not do this for 'thank yous' and pats on the back for a job well done. He did it because, as a hero, it was the right thing to do. Certainly enough, people in the world hated him, and he could accept that. When you looked up at him finally, blood had run trails down your forehead and cheeks, painting you like some warrior of the macabre. The man wonders if the head injury had affected your brain.

"Go sit down, an ambulance is sure to be here."

Silence.

Miguel catches your eyes as they glint beneath flickering street lamps. There is something about the way you look at him that unsettles him. You stare at him as though you are judging his soul, like you could possibly know the wrongs he's done and lives he's lost. Anger blossoms within his chest, and he feels his muscles tense. This was not something he experienced around most citizens. After what feels like a decade passes between you, your eyes lower, and you turn away. Standing and watching, Miguel observes your limp as you hobble towards the sidewalk and sit.

Left to stand amidst the ruins of his run-in with Rhino, O'hara draws in a steady breath. Lyla pings, showing him the location of the villain, and he sets off to track him down. He found himself distracted by thoughts of you that night. Those burning, scornful eyes and those lips that pressed so tightly together.

The thoughts of you did not stop there.

Days of obsessing turned into weeks. Miguel had pulled your information from the local PD database and had started stalking you shortly after. He had learned your routines, your job, and where you liked to go out to eat with friends. You weren't busy during the work week and usually spent the weekends catching up on chores or TV shows. His favorite was perching in your fire escape and watching you do laundry. You were beautiful, oblivious too, and he liked that.

You two had a close call when he decided to get brave.

It was a late Saturday, and you had run out to the store last minute for some missing ingredients. Miguel had been watching your evening unfold and followed not far behind, even going as far as to track you inside the grocery. Mask-less, he loitered around shelves just in view and watched as you hurried around to grab eggs and flour. An older woman had pulled his attention, asking him if he could retrieve something from a high shelf for her. Though reluctant, he'd obliged, which had cost him his line of sight on you.

Urgently rounding a corner to attempt to locate you, Miguel hadn't been paying attention. Fate made you turn the same isle, and if not for his inhuman reflexes, you two would have collided. He stops himself just before impact and steps back while you gasp and touch your chest from being startled. "Sorry," you mutter, not bringing your eyes up to look at him. Miguel doesn't say anything as you skirt around him in a rush. He was frozen, having been so close to you and nearly caught in the act. You hadn't realized who he was and what he was doing, and that thrilled him.

After that day, Miguel decided he could wait no longer.

The next Friday, you were returning home from a late night at work. Clothes disheveled and eyes heavy, you fumbled to get your door unlocked and stepped into the dark. Before your fingers could brush the light switch, something hit you from the side and clapped over your mouth. You're aware of being attacked, and while your screams are muffled, you flail and kick and thrash, throwing your weight around to try and make it difficult for your assailant. His grip is like iron, and you hear him laugh, his breath fanning your neck. A drag of something warm and wet along your throat made you tense, and you scream suddenly as your flesh is punctured by teeth.

Miguel moans at the burst of blood across his tongue. You taste sweeter than he could have imagined, and he relishes your flavor. Closing his eyes, he releases his venom into your body while holding you into him. Your thrashing continued, even while the paralyzing agent pumped through your veins. He knew it wouldn't take long and indulged himself by withdrawing his teeth and sucking at the puncture holes they left. Blood smears across his lips, and he groans again, lapping at you like a starving animal. Miguel had imagined what you'd taste like, and this exceeded all expectations.

As you fell limp, Miguel licked his lips clean and scooped you into his strong arms. He'd been inside your home before, while you were asleep or away with work. Carrying you to the bedroom, he nudged the door open with his foot and placed you on top of your bed. Your eyes were closed, having fallen unconscious not long after he injected you. The man takes his time, propping your head up and removing your clothes until you are left in nothing but a tank top and underwear. Admiring his work, Miguel smiles to himself and steps away to give you time to wake up. He wanted you conscious for this.

When you woke, you were aware immediately that something was wrong. Your eyes stared across your room, darting around in your skull as the memory of being attacked came back to you. As you tried to sit up, you found that you couldn't. You utter a soft whimper, trying once again to raise your arms, but they only twitched and remained flat on the bed. Heart starting to pound, you look around and try to rationalize. This had to have been a bad dream, and you were stuck in some sort of sleep paralysis. Your eyes closed, and you drew in a shaking breath, telling yourself that if you fell asleep, it would be okay.

Everything was dark, save for the stripes of moonlight that stretched across your bedroom. Your door, wide open like a gaping, black mouth, and your closet door sealed shut. You felt unease build as you forced your eyes to the bedroom door again, then gasped. Red dots hovered six feet off the ground in the hallway. Transfixed, you didn't dare blink as the dots grew in size, coming towards you.

This had to be a dream.

This could not be real.

Slowly, a man emerges from the doorway and stops at the edge of your bed. His eyes red like coals, shoulders broad, and hips tapered. He was tall, brooding, and looked very real. The two of you stare at one another, unblinking. After a moment, his eyes lose their color, and his stoic demeanor breaks. Miguel was giddy. He couldn't deny it. A perfectly healthy young woman with a scent that told him you two were a perfect match genetically. He couldn't have been luckier.

A sound builds in your chest. You would be screaming if your mouth could move. The man before you raises his brows and smiles. "I wouldn't try it," He hums, "You're going to be like this for another couple hours. There is no need to panic. It will wear off and you'll be just fine." Lifting his large hands, he brings them to his chest. "I must say I'm a little offended. I knew certain folks didn't like me, but it appears you might even hate me." Miguel smirks into his words, giving you a glimpse of his fangs.

"I went through your phone." He tacked on. "I know it's rude, but I wanted to know you a little better. Y/N, works downtown, lost your family in a tragic incident where I couldn't save the day." His clothes rippled with light and slowly peeled away until he stood only in boxer shorts.

Horror seeps into your bones, and you cry. Tears dribble down your temples as you lay there at his mercy. Lips quivering, you try again to speak, but no words come. It slowly dawned on you that he had told you indirectly who he was. What happened to Spider-Man being the good guy? Nausea creeps inside your guts, a cold rush of dread rising under your skin. It shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't be real, but there he was.

Miguel wore a smile. He could observe the gears churning in your brain while you fought your own body. The smell of your feel was palpable to him, causing his other instincts to shudder. It had taken every ounce of strength not to feed on you, and now, with you limp and pliant, he could feel that familiar itch prickling up his spine. Luckily for you, he'd taken his injection not long before arriving in your home. With the other half tempered, Miguel had all the time in the world.

“Of all the people to be in their car that night, it just had to be you.”

Your fingers twitch as your brain screams. No matter how hard you tried or how loud your voice was in your head, your body was not listening. Helplessly watching him climb onto the bed above you, you close your eyes. Miguel sits back on his legs and places a large, warm hand on your shin.

“I guess fate always has a way of working out.” he prompted, pushing his fingers over your knee and gradually along your thigh. Your skin crawls, itching under his touch. You wanted nothing more than to break away and kick him for touching you. Miguel can sense it, his lips twitching in an impish smile. He could tell from your scent alone how afraid you were.

“I’m sure this isn’t how every girl imagines their first time going,” He continues, and your eyes fly open. Staring up at him, the color drains from your face and your heart begins to quicken. “Yeah, I figured.” Miguel hums impassively as his other hand touches your opposite leg and pushes it open. His dark eyes focused on the apex of your thighs. “But don’t worry, above all else I am still a gentleman.” Flashing his teeth, Miguel curls his fingers under your knees and folds you in half. The sudden movement makes you grunt and whine. “I’m going to take good care of you, princess.” You catch him as he winks before dropping his head down.

Miguel draws a slow breath above your cunt, savoring the heady aroma of your sex. As his mouth watered, he places a soft kiss at the tip of your crease over your panties. He hums and licks a slow stripe over you, drooling into the fabric as he caught the faintest taste of your pussy. “Just as I’d hoped,” he purrs.

You were revulsed, your eyes blurry with tears as you lay helplessly below him. Your body was betraying you now, and you could feel your clit engorging with blood from arousal and knew you were beginning to leak. Miguel knew too, and he places a series of firm kisses over your covered folds before turning his head and nipping at the fat of your inner thigh.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself. Most guys I know don’t even bother with this part.”

You can feel the fabric being pulled, then torn. It was an effortless motion on his behalf, using his claws to assist in shredding the unnecessary material. With your soft cunt now exposed, Miguel sighs, his breath fanning over you. He mumbles praise in Spanish, something you don’t recognize, before he delves in. Pushing the thick tip of his tongue forward, he prods your opening before shoving inside.

A cry smothered in your chest, feeling heat rising in your face. You hated him. You hated this, but your body wasn’t cooperating with you. Miguel moans, fucking the appendage inside your heat before suddenly lapping up your cunt in quick, successive motions. The flat of his tongue drags over your swollen clit and makes you squeak.

As you crumble, he latches his mouth around the sensitive bud at the peak of your folds and begins to suck gently. His attention to detail and willingness to make you feel good had you rising against your will. Your chest heaves again, another pitiful mewl trickling from your lips as he assaults your virgin cunt. Miguel was grinding against your blankets now, the bulge in his boxers painful.

Your scent had his blood pumping and desire growing. The fact that he would be laying claim to you first thrilled him enough to bring him to leak. As eager as he was, he kept his patience with working your body, wanting to see you fall apart under him knowing the man you spent years hating had made you cum.

Soft puling cries wept from your parted lips, your eyes closed in denial. You were being pushed closer towards the edge. The suction from his lips around your clit was perfect and he pulsed gentle sucks against it. Occasionally, you’d feel the press of his tongue on the underside of it, applying light pressure while his mouth continued to suckle you. Your clit was fully engorged now, and while you couldn’t move your thighs trembled as you grew closer. It was sick, degrading even, that you would ever cum from something like this. Miguel hears you gasp quietly, and he withdraws his lips to instead lap firmly at you with the flat of his tongue. Fast, firm licks that slipped over the sensitive bud that sent jolts through your abdomen and up your spine.

The venom rendered your mind in a haze, forcing you to live consciously aware of every grueling moment. Each lash of his tongue or rumble from his throat sending you hurtling towards your peak. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, yet your body paid your mind no heed. When his tongue rolled over your engorged clit, and was followed by a gentle suck, you fell. Even with the intensity of your orgasm, the most your body could do was tense its muscles. A cry squeaks out, along with a series of sharp, mewling gasps as you tremble and seize under him. Miguel laps you lazily now, vermillion eyes staring up at you between your legs. He had done it.

Now certain he had done his part in satisfying you, Miguel lifts and crawls up your body, peppering swift kisses to your skin as he goes. He hesitated, tugging your bra down your ribs to expose you to him. The words ‘please stop’ built in your throat, yet died on your tongue. You can only watch as his eyes grow heavy and his head drops to your breast. His tongue rolls over your nipples, causing them to pebble. Miguel’s spit goes from warm, to cold, shocking your skin and making you whine again. The worst part of it all was how good he managed to make you feel. You were aghast at the fact you had just cum for this lunatic, and hated the fact he acted like he knew your body, able to apply licks and kisses in places you weren’t aware that you liked.

After he satisfied his desire for your breasts, he kisses your collar and up your throat. Miguel is going slow on purpose; you know that now. He was relishing in the control he had over you, knowing that you wanted nothing more than to tell him to go to hell. Now hovering over your own, Miguel ghosts his lips against yours. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.” He purrs. “You sound so pretty when you cum, princess.” The smile that follows his filth tugs your stomach and fills you with embarrassment. Noticing your tears, Miguel tuts and kisses your forehead. “No need to cry, this part is easy. I’ll make sure to start slow.” The way you whimpered made the devil in him purr.

Miguel takes your legs and parts them as he sits back against his own. He enjoys the view of your spread form while he removes his boxers and tosses them on the floor. From the angle, you can see the spring of his cock. Fear makes you go cold at the sight. He was long, thick, bigger than anything you’d seen before. For a moment, you wonder if it were going to fit at all. Miguel closes a fist around his base and strokes himself twice as he lines up against you. “Big breath, kiddo.”

You realized too late that his venom that left you paralyzed had also weakened your muscles. When you tried to clench and fight his insertion, your body did nothing more than twitch. Smiling, Miguel nudges the fat, weeping tip of his cock into you and he grunts. “Dios-“he sighs, biting his lip while he trained his eyes in the spot you two connected.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” There is a flash of teeth as he edges himself inside. The stretch is excruciating, especially for your first time. Miguel’s cock was relentlessly thick, filling you to a capacity you didn’t know you had. Hearing the curling whimpers in your chest, he stops and looks down at you thoughtfully. “Almost there, you’re doing great.” You feel revulsed when he winks at you.

The venom kept your body relaxed, making it easier for him to violate you. As he eases inside, you see stars as he presses somewhere deep within you. Miguel’s pubic bone pushes against your swollen clit as he bottoms out, groaning salaciously at the squeeze of your cunt around him. His large hands find their way onto the back of your knees, and he guides one of your legs over his broad shoulder.

“I bet you thought it wouldn’t fit,” he taunts, smiling and biting his lip as he begins to slowly draw back. Miguel’s cock grinds every nerve in your canal, setting fireworks off beneath your skin and making you shriek and grunt in the back of your throat. You hated how full he made you feel.

With a firm jut of his hips, Miguel sinks inside of you and groans as your pelvises collide. He curses again, repeating the motion before lowering himself to cage your body under his own. “Take it,” He gasps, his head dropping to your neck. His breath pants across your skin, warming you further as he drives his cock home. The man begins to rabbit himself inside of you, using your pussy as he saw fit and throwing any concern for your lack of experience to the wind. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t had time to properly stretch, you were his now and meant to be taken. “G-good girl,” he pants, licking over the bruising bite mark he left on the nape of your neck. “S-so s-shocking good.” He laughs dryly, biting you once more without penetrating your skin. Pain blooms in your shoulder and you whine, your eyes closing as you see spots.

Miguel’s pace is relentless. He pounds into you with reckless abandon, bouncing your smaller body repeatedly up the bed and making your shitty mattress creak noisily. It felt as though the air was being forcefully shoved from your lungs, his cock spearing inside with such strength you think he may break your pelvis. The worst was the way he praised you, rumbling as you took him, calling you his good girl over and over. You were rising again, once more against your will as your attacker defiled you.

“That’s it, t-that’s it.” He gasps. Miguel was coming closer to the edge with each thrust, knowing he’d never be the same after this night; after finding you. He whimpers against your throat, the sound pathetic for a man with his strength. You see stars as he ruts sloppily, his thrusts uneven as he came apart above you. Ramming his cock to the root, the man shudders and growls, his muscle rippling as his cock throbbed and began to empty. The hot, heavy spurts of cum impacting and oozing against your cervix, coating your insides. While he slowed, his stomach pressed and ground just right against your clit, making you whimper much quieter this time. You throb, your eyes rolling back in your skull as you flutter and squeeze weakly around him. Miguel grunts again, then smiles impishly against your throat.

“Not so bad for a first time, huh?”

Sitting up, Miguel pecks a kiss to your lips before sitting back on his legs and casting his attention downwards. He watched as he began to withdraw from you, his cock coated in your joined fluids. There was a deeply sickening tremor of satisfaction as he watched his cum begin to dribble out. A part of him hoped his seed would take; he was certain you’d be just as beautiful with your belly swollen. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his face. At least, you reason, it was over, and he would leave, and you could try to pick the pieces of yourself back up.

Miguel hummed, slipping off the bed and pulling on his boxers as he steals a look around your room. Once dressed, his suit reformed around his body in a glimmer of hard light. All but his mask. “Alright, let’s get you dressed and ready for the trip home.” Ice floods your veins and the nausea returned. Your eyes open and try to focus on him as the room begins to spin. “What? You thought this was just some random encounter?” His lips stretch into a smile as he holds his hands out. “First of all, I’m hurt, secondly, I’m going to try really hard to pack you some of your favorite stuff, I’ll supplement anything else you need.” Miguel hums as he walks to your closet in search of luggage containers.

Tears streak from your eyes and obscure your vision again. Your chest was so tight you felt certain you were going to break. He packs things for you while you panic, wanting to sob and beg him to leave, to apologize and tell him you were wrong about Spiderman. A sob escapes you as your chest shakes, your eyes closing again as you weep. Your body was sore, filled to the brim with this man’s fluids, and you knew you’d never be clean or safe again. Miguel glances at you from over his shoulder and smiles anyways.

You would learn to love him.

He just knew it.

[pokemonfangame]

Pokémon Tectonic

Explore the Makya region, where old and new collide. Host to dozens of ancient caves and tunnels, Makya was settled anew by the disbanded members of Team Chasm, who 20 years ago sought the power of the Regis. When a strange new group puts those plans back into motion, the people of Makya need a newcomer like yourself to delve deep and find the truth. Can you keep Makya from repeating its past?

Features:

Dig into 60+ hours of Makya, a new nonlinear region based on the mountainous Balkans

Unveil the secrets of the disbanded Team Chasm, and the hero who defeated them 8 years ago

Connect with our unique characters through 6 region-spanning questlines

Capture Pokémon up to generation 8, and even Hisuian forms from Legends: Arceus

Wield 10+ regional forms unique to Makya, and 30+ new evolutions to existing Pokémon

Bask in our love for overlooked Pokémon, including hundreds of new signature moves and abilities

Explore a total reimagining of species balance — a bona fide teambuilding sandbox

Sustain an extended roster of Pokémon without grinding, thanks to our experience gain overhaul

Streamline your teambuilding with powerful tools — MasterDex, Move Mentoring, and Style Values

Jump right in to a game that values your time through dozens of quality of life features and options

Test your skills against a fully custom AI engine, where each Gym Leader has a distinct personality

Build off our open-source code base for your own fangames or mods

[kirvia]

apparently cat in the box and tide up by gustav are both 50% off on steam until november 2 (only $3.99!!!)! I love this creator's works and think their games are a fantastic use of the modern RPGmaker engine; i recommend CitB if you like classic RPGhorror combined with a solid story/theme and Tide Up if you're interested in a nonlinear atmospheric environmental horror, similar to fear&hunger

[mthollowell-writes]

It's Sunday again! Happy Snippet Sunday!

Below is a more plot relevant autopsy scene from my Festival WIP. September is called in to examine a body and he has lots of thoughts.

In late January of 2012, September got a call from Detective Hakeem James to help identify a monster. He knew the call was coming. Based on the initial reports that trickled out of the police department, it was clear that what happened in the Grimwell Woods went beyond a simple wildfire. Cameron Acre, his crime correspondent at the time, relayed to him some rumors of an animal attack and suspected cult activity from his contacts on the inside. September was haunted by a vague sense of doom up until that fateful call. It wasn’t anything he could put his finger on. Due to his affliction, this feeling wasn’t uncommon. He had a Rolodex in his mind filled with snatches of the future that he couldn’t make sense of. Most were mundane. Others had details that were so outside his perception that he struggled to recall them. Most of his early visions in those dark, confusing days were like that. A series of images he couldn’t make sense of. The more he tried to grasp them, the less he was able to. Even with the benefit of hindsight. He feared what happened at Grimwell laid in the latter camp. His memory was long and nonlinear. That sense of doom never left. It ebbed and flowed like the rising tide. Now the water was up to his neck and he was seconds from drowning. Maybe there was something he missed. He contemplated this as he stood over the body of Tamara Hawkins in the cold wash of the morgue. From all who knew her in her early life, Hawkins was bubbly and friendly girl set to make her mark on the world. She was captain of her cheer squad and set to go to Michigan State for engineering. Then she met her first husband, Ryan, and got swept into Hallow Path upon graduation. Both of their parents stuck with Holtzman even after the Basement Murder controversy, firmly believing in his divinity. Ryan eventually left with their two kids. Tamara stayed and it all went downhill from there. She was 36 when she died. The body on the table bore little resemblance to the woman she was before. Second- and third-degree burns covered every inch of exposed skin. The smell of charred flesh filled his nose even though she had been on ice for more than a week. Her characteristic thick blond hair was reduced to mere strands on her burned scalp. September narrowed in on the less typical injuries, circling the table as Detective James loomed over him. Being broad at 6’5, it was what the man did best. And September was making a nuisance of himself. The official overview with the Medical Examiner concluded 30 minutes ago. Dr. Welts grew more nervous with each passing minute, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. If he had to guess, he was probably eating into the doctor’s lunch hour. They were just about to lock Hawkins back in the freezer when he was brought back to this moment. “Have any more insights you’d like to share?” the detective grumbled irritably. He was wary of him. Wary about this whole arrangement. He and September didn’t know each other that well yet having met in person only yesterday over lunch. September should’ve been just as wary at the time, but such observations could only be learned in hindsight.

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

Researchers explore design of polar crystalline solids of pure molecular materials

Harmeet Bhoday, a Missouri S&T Ph.D. student in chemistry from Chandigarh, India, was the lead author of an article titled "Perfect Polar Alignment of Parallel Beloamphiphile Layers: Improved Structural Design Bias Realized in Ferroelectric Crystals of the Novel Methoxyphenyl Series of Acetophenone Azines." Journal editors selected the article as a cover feature of Chemistry—A European Journal. The research was also featured in "Hot Topic: Crystal Engineering." Bhoday wrote the article with Dr. Nathan Knotts, a graduate of the University of Missouri, and Dr. Rainer Glaser, professor of chemistry at S&T. "The focal point of our research has been the design of polar crystalline solids of pure molecular materials for nonlinear optics," says Bhoday. "Rather than merely seeking these crystals, we wanted to design organics and dipeptides that would want to crystallize with supramolecular architectures."

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[sleepy-hart]

So while working through game concepts and deciding what to work on next, I've been refreshing my Godot skills. Wanting to get back into 3D and prepare for doing more narrative heavy games. Made this demo to learn nathanhoad's excellent Dialogue Manager addon and also test drive Kenney's new Godot platformer kit.

I'm really, really enjoying Dialogue Manager so far and feel it has a tonne of potential. Think it covers a lot of things I've been looking for:

Direct engine integration is super useful, as well as using custom resources to store dialogue. They're also text files so can still use external editor to update

Straightforward syntax, reminds me a lot of ink and yarn. As well it's named node approach feels familiar

Able to access global game variables for conditionals, and having conditional based loops and choices is very straightforward

Also able to call methods directly within dialogue, which is super powerful when combined with signals (showing/hiding coin UI mid conversation, playing sound effect)

Lots of options for random dialogue choices - just used the single line ones for now but in docs have seen they also have option for setting custom probabilities, just ncie to add more flavour

Hyped it has a built in approach for translations (create IDs and reference CSVs) that looks like integrates with Godot's localisation tools - a bit of a future thought but glad it has stuff to help built in

Docs you can mention you can create dialogue resources at runtime. Can imagine this being very useful - an example would be creating a record of all lines seen to replicate Ren-py's "log" feature.

The methods for displaying dialogue are super flexible. At the moment just used their example balloons but looks like it should play nicely to let you build custom GUI - and maybe even multiple forms (e.g. dialogue scenes vs flavour barks in main game world). Think next experiments will focus on this.

There's a few more things I'm keen to learn and see if they're feasible with this - "disabled" choices that still appear but can't be accessed would be nice, also looking at how you can integrate this with an audio system for voice acting - I think they have an example that includes voice acting?

Only thing I'm a bit nervous of is it looks like it can only grab variables from autoload/global scripts, so when putting into actual game will need to take care with save systems and methods for loading choice variables into a choice master global so we aren't keeping too much in memory at once. But if I'm wrong on this assumption, or others have approaches, more than happy to be corrected on this!

Also really enjoying Kenney's 3D platformer kit and it's been fun and . Making the shopkeeper bot was super simple. All the details on the original character model are modelled so just adjusted the face and for changing colours just had to move UV islands for limbs and face to different parts of the pallete textures.

Haven't tried this technique for modelling and texturing before but seen it crop up a few times so will definitely experiment with this in the future. Also might help with optimization - I think most of the materials in the pack refer to this single image texture? By default the pack only has the model glbs and a single colormap png so assuming that's how it's working.

Original plan was to fill in the shop with another pack so there's a few little platform challenges within this, but they all needed collisions adding so might add that in future. But main aim was focusing on the dialogue and think we've got a good approch going forward, and highly recommend the add on for other Godot devs making narrative games!

[antithetical-logician-the-nerd]

Day 9/100 of The 100 Days of Productivity Challenge

Today I:

slept for 3 hours

woke up at 6am

had a proper breakfast

attended classes for Thermodynamics-II (studied assumptions for ideal gas power cycles), Heat Transfer (studied Fourier's Law of Conduction), Material Science and Engineering (studied crystal structures, bcc, fcc, hcp it'sa bit of a boring subject, esp bc the teacher is a loser), Compressibe Aerodynamics (studied the relationship between pressure and density in compressible flows and conpressibility factor), Vuscous Fluid Flow (studied boundary layer, effects of viscosity on drag forces, effects on sharp edged vs blunt objects), Numerical Methods (studied bisection method of finding solutions to nonlinear equations and i did 11 iterations to get the correct answer and i felt so happy)

had two coffees and no naps

walked ~ 8k steps

had a bunch of fugly snacks and now I have painful gums from eating too much Cheetos

studied Compressible Aero and Thermo and I loved it so much the coffee made me too high

Song of the Day: Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Album of the Day: Radiohead - OK Computer

[michaeldemanega]

Nonlinear Engineering

Lineare Systeme sind Systeme, bei denen ein lineares, also proportionelles Verhältnis zwischen Eingangsreiz und Ausgangsreiz besteht. Die Nichtlinearität ist im Bereich des Bauwesens eine geometrische Nichtlinearität, welche von der Unverformbarkeit abrückt, sowie eine physikalische Nichtlinearität, die die Stoff- und Materialgesetze betrifft. Oftmals kommen beide Nichtlinearitäten zugleich zur…

[ask-the-tf2-mercs]

Hi Engie !

If you're looking for something to read, I heard that a newly mit graduate had done a quite interesting thesis about the Observation of Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen Entanglement on Supraquantum Structures by Induction Through Nonlinear Transuranic Crystal of Extremely Long Wavelength (ELW) Pulse from Mode-Locked Source Array.

Also, the scientist's name is Gordon Freeman, I think you two should collaborate, you guys could do some wild shit

Engineer: Well, you're a bit late to the party, pardner. I'm already very well aware of Dr. Freeman, worked with him before actually.

[is-newtonswife]

Ali Hasan Nayfeh (Arabic: علي نايفة) (21 December 1933 – 27 March 2017) was a Palestinian-Jordanian mathematician, mechanical engineer and physicist. He is regarded as the most influential scholar and scientist in the area of applied nonlinear dynamics in mechanics and engineering.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_H._Nayfeh?wprov=sfti1#

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[gascon-en-exil]

I’ve seen you mention Octopath Traveler 2 quite a few times; would you say it’s one of your favorite games? And would you recommend it to people who typically enjoy tactical RPGs, such as Fire Emblem?

Seeing you talk about it so much and going to the lengths to write fanfic for it makes me think it’s worth playing and giving a try.

I would say it's a criminally underrated game for sure, receiving very little attention when it came out last year and now mostly faded into the background of its more commercially successful predecessor. The first Octopath Travler is a fine game in its own right, but the second improves on it in just about every measurable way. I'm actually planning on putting together an in-depth video on OT2 for my channel early next year, to roughly coincide with the game's two-year anniversary. I was originally going to do it in December, but I've had to make some adjustments.

Compared to Fire Emblem, the Octopath games are standard turn-based JRPGs with combat and core gameplay that's known for being a fun and fairly engaging throwback to classics of that genre, ex. the older Final Fantasy titles. In terms of setting the first game will be more familiar to FE fans because it's the standard pseudo-medieval setup, but OT2 advances the timeline to roughly the 19th century which makes it a bit more interesting in my opinion (even if it's not the most consistent...there are steam engines and industrialized cities, but no firearms). How Octopath handles story is divisive, but it helps if you think of the games less as individual narratives and more as a choice of eight mostly separate stories with interwoven elements, with OT2 also handling the story combinations a bit better overall. Each story has its own tone and sometimes genre differences, so while you're unlikely to enjoy them all there are almost certainly going to be a few that catch your attention. The games are also pretty nonlinear on the macro level because you can progress along the eight stories + all the extra content in almost any way you like. I'm pretty sure both games still have demos up on the Switch if you just wanted to get a feel for them.

Additionally, OT2 has more interaction between the travelers, and is fairly gayer on the whole which is what's gotten me to crank out 130K+ words and counting about the torrid romance of a murder hobo math professor (he gets better) and a socialist cowboy (who is technically neither a socialist nor a cowboy) with two dads that get divorced and then get back together.

Aww, in-game family portrait. Not an entirely complete one, though...but game mechanics don't allow for that and also that would be going into spoiler territory.

[zed-the-buggy]

i am asking about the differences between minecraft and terraria and your opinions on them C:

OK SO,

minecraft and terraria are like, its the meme you compare them to eachother. Terraria is just 2d Minecraft and Minecraft is just 3d Terraria. and obviously and especially in a modern era, its completely untrue. both games have advanced so much over the course of years of updates, final or no, all changing the games and making them each far different. so while I don't really think 2D Minecraft meme holds up, i think it makes for a really good point of comparison. Both between how two very similar games can be different, and how they can be used to understood the other.

So, you boot up your game. Make a new world, first tasks: chop wood, make shelter, survive the night, explore a bit, and eventually start mining to get better tools and armor. Awesomesauce. I just described the early game of both of the games.

I think a lot of those surface connections can really stick out with people who don't know one or the other. And by that I mean people who don't know Terraria, lets be real, the meme is 2D Minecraft for a reason.

With time, however, the differences have grown a lot more... integral. A lot more obvious, both between the community culture, the updates made to either game, and the modding culture.

Minecraft is a sandbox first. There's not a lot of hard and fast goals one needs to do. Sure, there's some direct accomplishments: finding diamonds, reaching new dimensions, beating the wither and ender dragon, finding the end city, getting an elytra whatever. But those goals are rarely the actual topic of the game for people. Just wandering around, making cool builds, playing with friends or on servers, making farms, doing whatever the hell you want. that's the ultimate goal of Minecraft. Theres only a few weapons, tools, and armors really, but absolute slews of decorative blocks, tons of avenues to explore creativity, a fully in depth redstone logic system where people have built computers. The game is built for creatives and community.

And this reflects in the community. A lot of servers use Minecraft as an engine really, Mineplex and Hypixel with minigames from build this thing, to Tower Defense, and Hunger Games. While theres a PVP culture of course, a lot more of the community tends to be focused on things like building and exploration. The modding community too. There are mods which add more elaborate combat systems or linear progressions like Pixelmon (there are other examples i just don't know them), but for the most part they affect some little silly things or add more creative avenues. Biomes o plenty, Food+, Archeology.

Now Terraria has a lot of similar ties with the sandbox part. There are of course aspects built for builders, and it does a lot of favors to the creative community. That said, the games ultimate focus is being a nonlinear RPG. The goal of Terraria is beating the game. Starting at the mythed Eye of Cthulhu (or King Slime if your special) and getting better gear to beat each new boss in order. The idea is for progression to be a lot more written down, a lot more present. You don't *have* to beat the eye. You don't have to do anything, you can sit in pre boss and build wooden cots all day and have fun like that. Unlike Minecraft though, the progression is built to be off beating bosses. You can get better loot, better materials and gear with each boss you fight. Theres hundreds of different swords alone, let alone armors and weapons for other classes — theres classes. Terraria is a sandbox, but its mainly focused on being an RPG as well, opposed to Minecrafts RPG elements.

And this is shown in the community as much. Yes there are diverse building communities, who build absolutely amazing things. People build some crazy stuff in this game. But a lot more focus is its combat, the difficulty of the game, of the progression. The mods made for this game — Calamity, Thorium, Split, Ancients Awakened. They all focus on adding more bosses, adding more difficulty, making the game harder, more challenging. Even mods like Fargo's do all of that while reducing out of combat grinds. People no-hitting bosses under more and more difficult circumstance is mainstream. And while I want to beat the larger terraria community with a baseball bat, it encapsulates how the different avenues it allows but more importantly focus on really provide unique directions for whatever community exists under it.

Obviously, neither is right or better. Both are games people like. I like Terraria, and theres a damn reason Minecraft is so popular. I just find it really interesting to actually fully compare the two in that space. What makes them truly different, and how that affects the community perception of both games. Because they're both great games (most of the time), so analyzing why they're different, and what makes one or the other better for different people can be incredibly valuable to learning more about what works, and what can be taken away from them.

I think it makes a really good case in point about how like, two games can be really similar in concept, but diverge in small to large concepts in ways that work incredibly well for both games, and being very distinct from one another.

While I'm personally more partial to terraria (despite its. yucky. flaws.) i know that is absolutely a personal thing. i enjoy having a solid line of progression, not one that I Have to do, but that gives me a defined sense of something to and work for. and theres a lot of steps and progressions I can do along the way in whatever order i want along the way. And I know some people like having the opportunity to just make their own direction without constantly wading over whatever video game restrictions. and— yeah its a sandbox game first! minecraft building has practically become an art form, and that's really cool. the open endedness and creativity obviously works for a lot of people! and i just find that really cool, minecraft has become such an amazing staple in pop culture I think.

im. im done this post will devolve immensely if i keep going