#catapult engineering

[k12academics]

Programs led by an engineer, scientist and/or scholarInstructor with assistant to child ratio is 6:1 or less for lots of individual attentionGifted children are given the space and means to excelProject-based approach to applied science and engineering educationChildren get to own the science, own the engineering!Consistently voted one of the top five STEM camps in Greater BostonMassachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) listed engineering camp for kids

[jd2kewl]

Couldn’t help myself! 😆🤘🏻⚔️

[illegiblehandwriting1]

ill go to bed now but i leave you with this last thought: does the knight academy have merch. like waterskins and everyday tunics (rather than the uniform) and little plates n stuff, maybe get a pajama line going and some hats and bits and bobbins

like hey, we'll provide you broke teenagers with clothes n toothbrushes n stuff but they're gonna have our logo on it. like yeah we're already the secondary attraction on our tiny civilization, second only to the goddess statue but hey free advertising for any of the little kids or whoever that want to join and stuff.

yknow what fuck it The Bros can have knight academy waterskins

yo imagine impa in a knight academy shirt

imagine OLD IMPA in a knight academy shirt

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Tyrion III

He passed a massive catapult, as tall as a city wall, its base sunk deep into the Wall. The throwing arm had been taken off for repairs and then forgotten; it lay there like a broken toy, half-embedded in the ice.

On the far side of the catapult, a muffled voice called out a challenge. “Who goes there? Halt!”

Tyrion stopped. “If I halt too long I’ll freeze in place, Jon,” he said.

A shaggy pale shape slid toward him silently and sniffed at his furs. “Hello, Ghost.”

Jon Snow moved closer. He looked bigger and heavier in his layers of fur and leather, the hood of his cloak pulled down over his face.

“Lannister,” he said, yanking loose the scarf to uncover his mouth.

“This is the last place I would have expected to see you.”

He carried a heavy spear tipped in iron, taller than he was, and a sword hung at his side in a leather sheath. Across his chest was a gleaming black warhorn, banded with silver.

“This is the last place I would have expected to be seen,” Tyrion admitted.

“I was captured by a whim.”

[themilkman897]

More pics of the catapult I made

[incorrectbatfam]

Damian & Duke Bonding? There are not enough of those in the world. Maybe this planet would be a better place if there was.

Duke: I'm heading out.

Bruce: Where?

Duke: Just hanging out at the museum with my friends.

Bruce: Good, then you can take Damian.

Duke: What? Why?

Damian: I have a paper due on Friday.

Duke: Ugh, fine.

Bruce: And remember, Duke, you're older so it's your responsibility to keep him safe.

Duke: Whatever.

[at the museum entrance]

Duke: You know the deal. Just stay out of my way.

Damian: Not to worry, I don't need anyone to supervise me.

Damian: *snatches his ticket and walks away*

Duke: That's a relief.

[dinosaur exhibit]

Duke: ...Yeah, then the principal said—

Duke: *sees Damian climbing a T-Rex skeleton*

Duke: Hey, look over there!

His friends: *look the other way*

Duke: *flips over the dinosaur and grabs Damian*

Duke: *puts Damian down and runs back to his friends*

Duke: Whoops, thought I saw something. Guess I was mistaken.

[solar system exhibit]

Dre, snickering: Uranus. Get it?

Riko: Oh yeah. Hilarious.

Duke: *sees Damian dangling upside-down from a planet on the ceiling*

Duke: I'm getting a phone call, one sec.

Duke: *grabs a ladder and meets Damian*

Damian: Can I help you?

Duke: *sighs and slings Damian over his shoulder*

[biodiversity exhibit]

Izzy: ...So I told my brother that, but still...

Damian: *leans over a railing*

Duke: *slips away and pulls Damian back before he falls*

Duke: You're lucky that shark's not real.

Duke: *goes back to his friends*

Damian: I would have simply adopted it.

[engineering exhibit]

Dax: Guys, check it out.

Dax: *launches a baseball catapult*

Duke: *catches the ball before it hits Damian*

[bathrooms]

Duke: *leaves the bathroom*

Duke: *sees Damian entering an exhibit under construction*

Duke: This kid just can't quit.

Duke: *tackles Damian away from a falling beam*

Duke, annoyed: You're welcome.

Damian: Tt.

[food court]

Duke: I'll take a ham sandwich and a cookie.

Steph, the cashier: Here you go.

Duke: *sits down by his friends*

Steph: Next!

Damian: I will have a vegan burger, apple juice, and cookie.

Steph: Sorry, kiddo, we just sold our last cookie.

Damian, disappointed: Oh, alright. I'll just take the burger and juice.

Duke, to his friends: I'll be right back.

Duke: *hands Damian the cookie*

Duke: How's the paper coming?

Damian: I believe I've gathered what I needed.

Duke, ruffling Damian's hair: Cool, just stay out of any more trouble.

Damian: Tt.

Duke: *goes back to his table*

Damian: *pulls out his notebook*

Damian, writing: Of the many things at the Gotham Museum, the one that stood out the most is my big brother...

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

part one two three four five six seven eight nine

“You’ve got something there,” Quin says, gesturing vaguely at his own shoulder.

“I’m aware,” Obi-Wan signs. “It’s some sort of monkey lizard fungus.”

The monkey lizard fungus giggles into his shoulder.

Quin nods grimly. “I heard the only cure is to placate it with sweets and hope for the best.”

Anakin precariously leans over, heels accidentally digging into still bruised ribs.

Obi-Wan bites his lips behind the collar but of course Quin immediately detects his movements turning stiff.

Quin holds out an arm, flexing his bicep with wiggling eyebrows. It has the desired effect and Anakin jumps from Obi-Wan, swinging around the elbow before hooking his knees over Quin’s arm.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Quin strains out.

They walk to one of the mess halls that’s open around the clock and mainly offers food and beverages to those clinging with teeth to their sanity during exam season.

One of the cramming Padawans looks up from their dozen holo books displaying graphs, and squints at them. “Master Vos, there’s something growing out of your arm?”

“Monkey lizard fungus,” Obi-Wan signs, hiding a smile behind his collar at the Padawan nodding to themselves as if that makes perfect sense.

“What’s with them?” Anakin asks, looking at the sleep deprived tableau and hoisting himself up and swinging one leg over Quin’s shoulder.

“This is your future,” Quin says gravely and Obi-Wan is catapulted to melting stone fire Darkness “You were supposed to be my Master!” yellow familiar eyes from a smoking alive corpse and the grief is ripping him apart “—see once you take your first assignments. The only places you’ll be is either here or the Archives.”

It’s been years since he last had a vision. It’s staggering, his heart thumping in his chest like a clock ticking down the inevitable countdown. But it’s not.

He looks over to Anakin who’s already watching back with wide eyes, the fear in his hands gripping onto Quinlan. “I won’t let it come to that,” he promises, fingers thudding together heavily but he’s still shaking off the vision and Anakin’s fear is a taste in the air by now. He can’t not make promises he only hopes he can keep.

Quinlan is silent during their exchange, gloved hands keeping hold of Anakin. The calculating look in his eyes a guarantee Obi-Wan is going to get cornered later.

.

“Do you like Depa being your Master?”

Let it be said, paranoia is a common infliction amongst Shadows.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin sighs, voice breaking with puberty and annoyance. “Depa is wizard. She’s amazing even though she’s signed me up to all these classes.”

Obi-Wan looks over all the models, plans, and concepts with added calculations. There’s a data pad displaying language modules and another proclaiming the joys of agriculture. “It’s almost all in the engineering field,” he signs.

“Which makes her so wizard. You’d never have me taking up gardening though,” Anakin adds sullenly.

Don’t yearn for things I cannot give you, Obi-Wan has thought a lot in the past few years as the Galaxy seems to slowly steep in Darkness.

“Knowing what can poison you is important,” he signs, feeling restless and helpless. The mission he’s finished two cycles ago may still reside in his bones.

“I’ll just bite back,” Anakin says, tongue sticking out as he connects wires to ports. He presses a button and the thing he’s been tinkering with since before Obi-Wan left starts to purr smoothly. “Now she can even juice cocadooms,” he says, satisfaction purring just as smoothly in his voice.

“Well done.”

“I know,” Anakin responds airily and swivels around to face Obi-Wan fully. “You’re lurking in the shadows again so let’s get this tradition over with: Depa is an awesome Master and maybe I sometimes wish you’d have chosen me but,” he adds loudly when Obi-Wan lifts his hands to protest, “I also sometimes daydream Master Tiin had chosen me because he’s got his own modded Delta-7.”

The paranoia settles down as Anakin waxes over how wicked the new wing box skins and sensor fusions are, no, truly, you should see them, Obi-Wan!

[msbyslilbimbo]

oh to be high with kenma in the rare instance he's off stream, and you guys don't last three mario kart maps before you're going at it like rabbits ://

he's always been a lousy pervert when he's high, getting hard and needy from you even remotely looking at him; its part of the reason you're playing the damn wii right now, if he focuses too hard on you, he’s done for.

but kenma's coordination always flies out the window when he's stoned, and he grunts in frustration as your koopa troopa passes his funky kong after he slipped on a banana peel, desperate to ignore your judgmental laughter.

"s okay baby," you tease, "not everyone can be as good of a gamer as me."

"i get paid to be a gamer for a living, you just got lucky with that banana."

"or maybe," you start to purr, and he grimaces and his cheeks flush as from the corner of his red eyes, he sees you're crawling towards him, your own bloodshot eyes looking at him hungrily. he swallows thickly, and his dick twitches in his joggers. "im just really good at distracting you."

"you wish."

"and you're so hard you're practically shaking at the idea of your cock down my throat."

his adams apple bobs as he gnaws on his lip, dick in fact twitching at the idea.

but he moans when you attach your lips to his neck, and he hisses softly when you bite his jugular. a hand comes up to cradle the nape of your neck, coaxing you to keep kissing him. "you sure," you say against his now bruising flesh. "cause i saw king kong fly off the map."

"funky kong," he whimpers.

"you want me to blow you or not?" you scoff against him, and he nods desperately. your hand moves to pull his dick out past the waistband of his sweats and before taking him fully, you spit on your palm and grip him gently in your fist, stroking him to full hardness. your head wasting no time in ducking to take him in your mouth, tongue swirling around his flushed tip before being able to bob your head up and down.

"f-uck," he pants, head lulling back while his entire body trembles in a chill at the first feeling of your hot mouth on his cock. his chest heaves to take in air that got stolen from him when you first wrapped your lips around him. his hands nearly drop the controller onto your head, and he quickly discards it, the plastic crashing to the floor as he flexes his hands into fists, searching desperately for a place to relax them so he doesn't pathetically push your head in search of pleasure. his jaw opens wide enough it cracks.

you hum against him, vibrations tingling through his soul and making his shoulders shake. each time you move your head, you take him deeper, getting closer to his base where the nerves light up the rarest and shoot straight to his tip that grazes the back of your throat. all his nerves are fixated on your movements, and god the way you gag around him is delicious, he feels it in his toes causing them to curl.

you reel your head back and jerk him with your tightened grip, lubed with your spit and pearled precum that your lips smeared, popping your mouth off of him like a lollipop, "aren't you gonna finish the race?" you ask, and kenma looks at you with glassy eyes.

your hand stops. he pathetically ruts his hips up for more. "since im not a distraction, go finish the race." you smirk cruelly and blink innocently, "i'll edge you until you do."

he shakes his head rapidly, clearly lost in a haze of pleasure to verbalize is distain for that idea. you thumb at his slit, "then you better get driving and focus on your last two laps baby."

he gives you a petulant pout and trembling hands grab the wii steering wheel and start up funky kong's engine again, trying to focus on the windy course despite the tightening of your throat around him. he sinks his teeth back into his lip to distract himself, trying to shroud the pleasure in the sharp pain of his teeth piercing his lip.

you were cruel.

a thumb at his frenulum sent his catapulting over the edge.

a wad of spit on his pulsing slit had him spinning wildly.

jerking him with your fist had his eyes screwing shut and smearing his overstimulated tears around long eyelashes.

it takes him nearly 20 minutes, according to the game clock, for him to finish, victory music making you hum once again after a slurp of his dick.

with new marks on his now swollen lips and knuckles tense from holding the steering wheel, beads of sweat forming at his hairline and balls tight enough to bust the second they get permission, kenma finally finishes his race, cockhead throbbing from the stimulation you'd give, then take away at the worst time, right before he came. "i won," he whimpered, voice broken from wails and raspy grunts. "c'n i cum?"

"welllll," you purr after pulling your warm mouth of of him. he groans in agony. "you were so good, didn't know if you wanted to cum in my mouth, or my pussy."

you are truly cruel.

"fuck-"

"well?" you ask, slinging your leg up and over his waist. he feels your heat through your panties, and with the subtle friction of fabric brushing against his dick, kenma cums, he cums right between you both, grunting furiously as his entire body spasms. you gasp as it splatters over your hand and thighs, kenma's quick breathing interrupting the music in the background.

you smile lean down to kiss him, swallowing his whimpers and coaxing them past his bruised lips, thighs tightening around his slender hips. "that was so hot," you giggle.

"thank you," he whispers.

you peck him once again before pulling back, mischief in your gaze. "but you didn't pick one for me, kenma."

he sniffles. you squeeze the base of his cock.

"guess we'll have to start over. i won't distract you- i promise."

you're smirking.

[weekendlusting]

A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

chapter ꪆৎ 1

summary ꪆৎ she's everything, and he just drives.

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

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Ahaana Patel was an enigma wrapped in stardom. She’d emerged onto the Bollywood scene with a debut that was nothing short of explosive, pro shaking up the industry and catapulting herself into the hearts of millions. She featured in a movie of one of the most celebrated Indian directors, Karan Johar, alongside her costars Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra, and hasn't looked back since. It was a journey no one, least of all her academically fixated parents in Ahmedabad, could have foreseen. From their meticulously structured plans of engineering degrees and Ivy League aspirations to the glitzy chaos of movie premieres and magazine covers, her story was the epitome of unpredictability.

Now, twelve years later, Ahaana strode confidently through the paddock of the Chinese Formula One Grand Prix. Her steps were light, but her presence was impossible to ignore. The roar of engines, the sharp tang of gasoline, and the relentless buzz of the crowd enveloped her in a world she had come to know well over the years.

Dressed in attire that matched the casual coolness of the paddock air, a fitted white top and denim skirt. Her hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos of travel, swayed gently as she moved, her signature smile lighting up the faces of everyone she passed.

The first race of the 2024 season was underway, and the paddock was a symphony of excitement. Engineers tinkered with machines that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, journalists scrambled for the perfect soundbite, and VIP guests mingled in their designer ensembles, trying to look like they belonged. Ahaana, however, didn’t need to try—she was a natural here.

“Ahi!”

The familiar Dutch accent cut through the cacophony, and Ahaana turned, her eyes narrowing playfully as Max Verstappen approached. Helmet in hand, the reigning world champion exuded confidence. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, but the moment he saw Ahaana, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“Max,” she greeted, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “Are you ready to win, or should I start drafting my consolation speech now?”

Max rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your faith in me is touching. Truly inspiring. Maybe you should stick to Bollywood instead of doubting world champions.”

“And miss this circus?” Ahaana gestured grandly at the bustling paddock around them. “Not a chance.”

Their bond was one of playful banter and unspoken trust, forged in the early days of her association with Red Bull. At first, their interactions had been fraught with the awkwardness of two young professionals forced into photoshoots and promotional events. But as time passed, they found common ground in their shared struggles—both carried the weight of their fathers’ expectations and both were determined to carve their own paths. What began as reluctant camaraderie soon blossomed into a sibling-like relationship. Max truly saw Ahaana as a little sister, and always would.

“Where’s Kelly?” Ahaana asked, scanning the crowd for Max’s girlfriend.

“She’s around,” Max replied, shrugging. “Probably hunting you down.”

As if on cue, Kelly Piquet appeared, her presence as radiant as ever. Spotting Ahaana, she broke into a wide grin and pulled her into a warm hug. “Ahaana! I didn’t know you were coming today. Otherwise, I’d have brought P—she misses you.”

Ahaana beamed. “I miss her too. We’re calling her as soon as these boys start driving their toy cars.”

“Toy cars?” Max echoed, feigning offense.

Before Ahaana could retort, another familiar voice joined the fray.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s golden girl.”

Ahaana turned to see Lando Norris, the ever-charming McLaren driver, strolling toward them. His grin was as cheeky as ever, his orange, oh sorry papaya, jacket standing out starkly against the sea of Red Bull merch.

“Lando,” Ahaana greeted with mock disdain. “Lost your way from all the oranges. Here let me show you, its that garage with a mark that looks like a disfigured comma.”

“It’s papaya and you know it. You’re obsessed with me , aren’t you?” Lando shot back, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Admit it—you came all the way here just to see me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t resist the charm of McLaren’s poster boy.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t deal with both of you.”

The banter continued until race preparations called for Max and Lando’s attention. Kelly and Ahaana waved them off, heading toward the lounge.

The race was a spectacle, with Max clinching victory and Lando following closely behind in P2. The podium celebrations were a blur of champagne showers and roaring applause, but the real festivities began that evening.

The group—Max, Kelly, Lando, Carlos Sainz, Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, and Ahaana—found themselves in a luxurious nightclub, the VIP section buzzing with energy. Neon lights danced across the room, the bass of the music reverberating through their bodies.

“Did you hear?” Rebecca leaned closer to Kelly and Ahaana, her voice conspiratorial. “Apparently, Alex cheated on Charles.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

Ahaana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How do you know?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Word travels fast in the paddock. Apparently, Charles tried to break up with her, but she keeps avoiding the conversation.”

“Classic denial,” Ahaana remarked, sipping her drink.

Kelly shook her head. “Why doesn’t he just cut her off?”

“He wants a clean break,” Rebecca explained. “But Alex is… persistent.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the night wore on. Lando, ever the photographer, took candid shots of the group, earning playful protests from his friends.

By 3 A.M., the nightclub was still alive with energy, but Ahaana needed a breather. She stepped out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The city lights stretched out before her, their glow reflected in the glass of the towering buildings.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Hey, Ferrari,” she said, spotting Charles Leclerc leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Charles glanced at her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Ahaana replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But you looked like you could use some company.”

Charles chuckled softly, though the melancholy in his eyes remained. “Maybe I do.”

Ahaana joined him at the railing, their gazes fixed on the cityscape. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence between them comfortable.

“Rough night?” Ahaana asked eventually.

Charles hesitated before nodding. “Something like that.”

Ahaana studied him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, brooding doesn’t suit you. You should try smiling—it might just solve all your problems.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, albeit faintly. “Is that so?���

“Absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone light. “But if you’re not ready to smile yet, I’ll settle for a drink.”

Charles handed her his glass without a word. She accepted it, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. The neon lights from the club painted her features in hues of pink and blue, her hair catching the faint breeze. There was something about her—an effortless charm, a warmth that drew people in.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Ahaana,” she replied, extending a hand.

Charles took it, his grip firm but gentle. “Charles.”

“I know,” Ahaana said with a grin. “You ready to party now, Red?”

Charles chuckled, a genuine laugh this time, and downed the rest of his drink. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, the night took on a new energy, two strangers finding unexpected companionship amidst the chaos of flashing lights and thundering music.

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ᝰ.ᐟ first part! i know this isn't much, but i plan on writing more and this is just the start. i hope you aren't freaked out by the rather rustic writing and keep reading the chapters to come!

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[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 14: Model Stirrer

Ah the modeling world, constantly shoving the prettiest, most handsome, most aesthetic people in our faces. But some of those models were not born that way, some had to be made.

In a series of valleys, no longer on any maps, is a series of modeling camps. For the most part, they seem normal: helping with health, modeling techniques, building connections, and all the shebang; but there is a secret program.

The program aims to reject nobody once they get in, but still wants its prospective models to actually try to get better. Thus the mix & match program.

The bottom 10% & top 10% are brought together & merged. For the cream of the crop, they assimilate members of the bottom 10% to improve "minor" things. There are also rumors that nepo babies who got to the top via connections are given total make overs via this program.

But more often than not, the bottom 10% are merged with each other. A mutual fusion.

Here is Yorden:

A part of the bottom 10%, he is was on the fitness model track.

Problem is that he could never put enough muscle on his frame. Many of the teachers disliked his beiber cut as well. Other than that, he performed well and every other measure. Had he had any connections, he could have gotten that make over that the top 10% gets.

Next is Elijah:

Same track as Yorden. Same problem exacerbated by his tall frame. A bit of a social butterfly, and that has made him a target. Some nepo baby wants his height and social skills for themselves.

The day before they were due to get assimilated by other model students, they hatched a plan.

"Will this plan really work," Elijah asked.

"It's either this, or we are someone else's lunch," Yorden responded.

Elijah pursed his lips for a moment, but silently agreed. Elijah found out that he & Yorden was due to get absorbed by Josh. Everyone hated Josh, he was a nepo baby who had the same bad marks as them in the physique areas, and even worse grades elsewhere except in runway & photo poses. Yet, he was on the top 10% in board rankings.

"I can't believe they want us to give ourselves to him to make him halfway good, all because his grandfather is on the board," Yorden said.

"Nah, we would catapult him to the 1%, give yourself some credit," Elijah chimed.

Yorden sniggered, he liked this about Elijah; a joker and is able to see the positive in many things. That position energy brought people towards him like a magnet, but even his connections couldn't save him. This large social network made him stick out like a sore thumb.

"Anyway, this has worked before, if we merge & are good enough, we can shave off getting eaten by Josh-turd, or we can fight him off tomorrow and absorb him instead, but we got to do it together," Yorden said.

Yorden was the ideas & plan guy. Every criticism, he turned into a basis for improvement. He decisiveness & work ethic is what led to him getting targeted.

The duo sneaked into a lab, the same lab where they were to meet their fates tomorrow.

It was a combination of blue, grey, & very dim. There were operating tables with other past students strapped on them in a state of sedation. They are shocked that isn't them right now, but the knowledge of their selection was not for them to know. Elijah's friend network was able to get that info to them.

But what they wanted was in the back of the lab. Three twenty foot cylinders that could pack four guys each. This is how they planned to merge. Each guy would stand in each side cylinder, and the process would merge them into singular new person who would come out the middle cylinder.

There was a problem, they needed a third person on the outside to activate the machine. So much for Yorden's plans. But where Yorden fails, Elijah succeeds.

Had Elijah chosen a more traditional path, he could be fielding acceptance letters from many engineering & computer science programs. That potential never left him.

"Get in one the cylinders, I know how to get around this," Elijah said.

He walks to a nearby computer console and begins typing away.

Yorden begins to walk to the cylinder furthest away from the console.

"How," he asked.

Elijah turns towards Yorden and smiled a big smile. Yorden remembered: Elijah was a tech wiz. He broke into the cafeteria system once and had the gluten free, sugar free sauce dispenser spray anyone who tried to use them.

Yorden smacked his forehead, he forgot about that quality of his soon to be other half. He was soon in the cylinder, within a few moments it closed shut. Josh was a shade of red for a month.

It was cool and surprisingly airy. Made sense, don't want the fusees dead from the lack of oxygen. It was like the rest of the lab and dimly lit. But in the middle was a pitch black circle. It gave off an energy that both drew you in & made you uncomfortable. Yorden quickly shook his head to get out of the trance.

"Hurry up before I get claustrophobic," he yelled.

Elijah was almost done. He had to change the settings, from assimilation to merge. He was tempted to assimilate Yorden, but he rather not just be another Josh and all the other top 10%'ers who devoured others for their personal advancement. A quick fifteen second delay for the activation, and he was ready.

He heard Yorden.

"Just a moment," he yelled. He pressed the activation button.

The fusion cylinder suddenly roared to life after the instructions were sent. This was Elijah's que to quickly get in the cylinder closest to him.

Elijah was soon inside the cylinder after a quick sprint. It closed behind him. Elijah was a little nervous, and that made him a little bouncy, but after exhaling a deep breath he calmed down.

The insides of the cylinders turned bright as the dim lights turned on, and made the insides look like an infinite white room with a pitch black circle in the middle. Yorden reached out and noticed that the infinity was an illusion, he could feel the cylinder walls after reaching out.

A large start up & then suction noise could be heard. A swirl of light could be seen forming inside the cylinders. It was barely noticeable at first, but soon turned in a spinning light show with Elijah & Yorden in the middle of each swirling rainbow light pillar. To get out of the delirium the spinning and random color changing induced, they both looked up at the pitch black hole at the ceiling. They noticed that the color show terminated there. The suction noise ramped up.

Soon they were both floating. They were approaching the black circle, coming closer. Eventually they reached the black circle and expected to bump their heads, but instead they notice they flowed into the circle with no resistance. From their perspective, they entered a pitch black tunnel and were flying through it with their clothes attached. From the outside their bodies were slowly floating up through the circle and were being swallowed by the dark entrance.

Soon they were gone, effectually in the pipes that connected the three cylinders. As they approached the center connection, low light random color shapes began to zoom past them. Eventually they were able to make out each other's shapes. They crashed against each other with a thud, but no pain was felt.

Then they began to move downwards in an accelerated rate & began to spin.

"This is it, it was nice knowing you," Elijah said.

"We are about to get to know a lot more about each other, everything in fact," Yorden piped.

Elijah closed his eyes, no turning back.

With what little space they had between each other, they nodded towards each other.

Their bodies glowed. Elijah red, Yorden blue. Their bodies of light swirled around each other and then mixed into one purple light.

The light that carried their merged being approached a tunnel of light. It entered the center cylinder and landed with a light thud.

The central cylinder suddenly let out a lot of steam & began to shake. The system was taking the different aspects of Elijah & Yorden and sending the result to this humanoid being of purple light.

It began to stand up. And began to groan as it did.

It gained Yorden's skin tone.

It began to breathe heavily.

It started off with Yorden's frame, but soon it doubled in muscle & grew taller. Shoulders, arms, legs, neck, & chest popped with new muscle.

It had Elijah's abs, but soon his his abdominals grew in size. It's skin restricted & squeezed giving it more defined obliques.

Both of the fusees were not well endowed, but together their family jewels and rods combined on the being to be longer and girther.

It's butt double in sized like blowing two balloons.

It kept Yorden's facial features as a base and then began to morph. It had Elijah's dark hair, jawline, nose, & eyebrows. It kept Yorden's eyes only a little bigger, and kept his ears & chin. The mouth was mix.

After a few more pops and gradual changes in other areas, the merger was done. The being stood fully up.

The purple light faded away & the central cylinder opened up. It stopped shaking and steam flowed out of the bottom of the cylinder.

It walked out and as it did, it thought of its new name.

"Zachary, I am Zachary," he exclaimed.

He looked down and noticed he was wearing a combination of his fusee's clothing. He had airpods in his ear, but messing around with them revealed that they were interfaced with the lab's security systems.

The Elijah part of him remembered the layout from the maps given to him via his social network, and bucked it to the nearest bathroom. He lifted up his shirt to check out the new him:

He was overjoyed.

And the gambit worked. The timeline shifted so that Zachary was never up for assimilation.

Here he is the morning before graduation:

He'll continue to model, but maybe he will pursue that tech potential that Elijah gave up.

[rpgsandbox]

The 10 Most Anticipated TTRPGs For 2025!

EN World’s annual vote on the most anticipated titles of the coming year, and yes, some games have appeared on this list in previous years.

10) Starfinder 2E (Paizo Publishing) The Starfinder Playtest Rulebook brings Starfinder into a new age of compatibility, as Starfinder switches to using the same rules engine that powers the popular Second Edition of the Pathfinder Roleplaying Game. Inside this playtest for the new edition, you’ll find six new classes, 10 ancestries, new skills, new feats, futuristic equipment including augmentations and upgrades, new science-fantasy spells, and more!

9) Alien - Evolved Edition (Free League) Expanded and updated core rules and a new cinematic scenario for the award-winning RPG from Free League and 20th Century Studios. Based upon feedback from thousands of players over five years of adventures, the Evolved Edition of the Core Rulebook delivers an updated and streamlined version of the ALIEN RPG fans know and love, along with additional new artwork, new content, and a variety of new tools for players and Game Mothers alike, all fully compatible with previous releases and game material.

8) 13th Age 2nd Edition (Pelgrane Press) A New Edition of the Award-Winning Heroic Fantasy Game! The coolest and most fun parts of traditional d20-rolling fantasy gaming plus story-focused rules, now with updated class and kin powers, fearsome new abilities for your favorite monsters, and revamped icon connection mechanics!

13th Age 2E has been in this chart three years running! In both 2023 and 2024 it came 3rd in the poll!

7) Coriolis: The Great Dark (Free League) Free League's original sci-fi RPG returns. Join expeditions to faraway stars and delve deep into ancient ruins.

6) Dolmenwood (Necrotic Gnome) Dolmenwood is a fantasy adventure game set in a lavishly detailed world inspired by the fairy tales and eerie folklore of the British Isles. Like traditional fairy tales, Dolmenwood blends the dark and whimsical, the wondrous and weird.

This is Dolmenwood's second appearance in this chart, coming in at #5 last year!

5) Terry Pratchett's Discworld: Adventures in Ankh-Morpork (Modiphius) Adventures in Ankh-Morpork, the Discworld tabletop roleplaying game, catapults you onto the streets of the Big Wahoonie, and once you've dusted yourself off you can adventure to your heart's content. With imagination and some shiny math rocks at your fingertips, your story on the Disc awaits. Based on the popular Discworld fantasy series by Sir Terry Pratchett, Adventures in Ankh-Morpork is an officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game set in its most recognisable city, complete with Sir Terry's iconic wit, humour, and humanistic satire.

4) Draw Steel (MCDM) A Fantasy RPG where your character starts, at level 1, already a hero. Maybe even locally famous! You might meet in a tavern, or start in the middle of the action! Whether you’re a group of local heroes sent to investigate mysterious goings-on in the nearby haunted wood, or famous mercenaries plotting and scheming in the big city, the MCDM RPG makes building adventures and fighting monsters fun. Basically, any adventure or story you’re running in your current Fantasy RPG, you can do that in this game. Just, in a more straightforward and fun way, unburdened by sacred cows from the 1970s.

3) Daggerheart (Darrington Press) Daggerheart is a fantasy tabletop roleplaying game of brave heroics and vibrant worlds that are built together with your gaming group. Create a shared story with your adventuring party, and shape your world through rich, long-term campaign play.

2) Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere (Brotherwise Games) The Cosmere® RPG is a "living" RPG that will grow as Brandon Sanderson writes new novels and expands his universe. This original system is designed to tell standalone stories in the Stormlight™ or Mistborn® Settings -- or sweeping Worldhopper™ campaigns that move between different worlds and realms!

1) Legend in the Mist (Son of Oak) A rustic fantasy tabletop RPG based on the acclaimed City of Mist. Spin a fireside tale of unlikely villagers setting out on a quest into a greater unknown world, rife with peril and mystery, in the vein of The Lord of the Rings, The Wheel of Time, Princess Mononoke, and many other classic fantasy stories, or create your own legendary realms with the game’s open-ended system.

[jennarations]

Landoscar drabble with the prompt combo:

“Omegaverse” + “Do you want me to stay?”

forty minute sprint with my tsgc babes :)

1k under the cut!

The first time Oscar meets his new PR handler he falls for him. Literally.

The man, slight framed but with miles of toned muscle and fistfuls of curls atop his head, has Oscar so dazed that he misses the last step up into the motorhome and falls headfirst into the floor.

But then he’s grabbing at Oscar’s arms, apologizing and pulling him to his feet. The smell of ocean water and fresh cherries fills his nostrils and Oscar has to hold himself back from gulping in that delightful scent.

“I hope you’re usually more coordinated than this?” The man barks out softly as he’s steadying Oscar against the doorframe.

Oscar nods in a hopefully convincing manner and feels a laugh bubble out of him.

—

Oscar hides his underlying attraction fairly well over the next few months, holding back from trying to scent his PR handler in the middle of the paddock, not only for his own sake but for Lando’s.

He and Lando have become friends, he thinks. Hopes.

While they maintain a very professional working relationship, he likes that when they leave the paddock or even just duck into his driver’s room, the professional facade melts off of Lando and he seems much more lax.

“But like. Mcdonald’s is just objectively better than Burger King.” Lando says, lounging the length of Oscar’s bed.

Oscar strides out of the bathroom, toweling his hair ferociously. “Agree to disagree. How about we get Burger King this time and then Mcdonald’s in Singapore?”

Lando mulls this over in his head for a moment before lolling his head lazily towards Oscar. “Only if you’re paying.” He smiles, flashing his canines in the low light of the hotel room.

Oscar pushes down at the heat in his stomach and hitches a shuddering breath. “Sure. But it’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Lando squawks and throws himself into an upright position. “You wouldn’t.”

Oscar bites his lip. “Nah, I wouldn’t.”

—

The thing about having omegas in the paddock is that they usually have to wear scent blockers. It’s an old fashioned mindset and Oscar rolls his eyes whenever he thinks of those kinds of rules, but there’s nothing really to be done about it.

The thing with Lando is, even through scent blockers, Oscar can smell him a mile away.

So the moment that Oscar smells Lando’s usual sweet and salty scent flooded with fear, his body is tense and he feels dread pour into his posture.

He stands from the table he’s sitting at with several engineers, forcefully enough that his chair is sent careening backwards.

Oscar is pushing away from the table and catapulting himself out of the motorhome before any of the engineers can even get a word out of him.

All he smells is Lando’s fear. His body feels like it’s on fire and his heart clenches horribly in his chest. He’s pushing through throngs of people in the street outside the motorhomes searching, desperately, for that familiar mop of curls.

When he thinks his heart is about to leap out of his chest, Oscar turns to find Lando trying to push away from an unfamiliar man. An unfamiliar alpha.

Oscar has no idea he’s growling until both men turn to him with big, owlish eyes.

The other alpha flashes his canines at Oscar and tightens his hold over Lando’s arm. Oscar feels a wave of anger overwhelm his system and for a minute he completely short circuits.

He’s against Lando, shielding him with his body and pushing himself between the two. The alpha seems to finally recognize where he is, and who he’s posturing at and releases Lando’s arm. The man blinks several times, taking in a breath, before angrily stomping away.

Oscar turns slowly, and while coming down from the high of adrenaline, he expects Lando to be upset with him, yell at him, tell him that he could take care of himself, because he could. It’s not Oscar’s place even slightly to just assume that he should step into Lando’s business.

But what he finds, however, is Lando gently snaking his arms around Oscar’s neck, pressing himself into Oscar’s space. And Oscar is a weak man. So he winds his own arms around Lando’s waist and tugs him in closer, placing his head over Lando’s shoulder.

Oscar doesn’t realize he’s scenting Lando in the middle of the paddock until there’s a million photos of it flooding twitter later that day.

Scenting Lando was certainly not his smartest move, but what he finds intermingling with Lando’s scent certainly overpowers any care about those pictures.

There’s a second, lighter scent, starting to form there.

—

Oscar threatens to quit the following day.

He stands in front of Zak Brown, and threatens to leave and go straight to the other competitors that have been courting him for months.

The reason? The PR team thought it would be better to fire the pregnant omega that went viral on twitter for hugging their star driver.

Zak has Lando reinstated almost immediately.

—

“Sorry you almost got fired.”

“Sorry I made you go viral on twitter.”

Oscar scratches his head and settles in closer next to Lando on the hotel bed. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time.”

Lando shifts and punches Oscar’s shoulder the tiniest bit, giving him a tired smile.

Oscar feels himself mirror that smile but then his heart plummets into his stomach.

“So. About your scent. The other day.” Oscar starts, unsure where to take the conversation from there.

Lando squishes further into Oscar’s side. “Yeah.” He gets out shakily. “I know.”

Oscar picks at his nails. “Was it? I mean, did you want this?”

Lando snorts. “Did I seem like I was thrilled to be telling that guy from the other day?”

Oscar hums thoughtfully. “I can make sure you never have to see him again.”

Lando rubs a circle into Oscar’s wrist, mindlessly pulling the offending hand away from the other one.

“I don’t know what I’ll do.” Lando says quietly, a little broken sob escaping.

Oscar thinks for a moment. He takes in Lando’s now familiar scent of salt and cherries, noting the slight little change which he registers is now the baby’s forming scent.

“Do you want me to stay?” Oscar offers, turning so he’s looking at Lando.

Lando blinks the wetness out of his eyes, “Would it be selfish if I said yes?”

Oscar simply brushes the hair off of Lando’s forehead and kisses it softly.

“Not at all. You got me for as long as you want me.”

[kirby-derb]

Now a Lil fic cause I can :)

College Au

The university library was packed with students drowning in the chaos of finals week, but the loudest table was undeniably theirs: John, Simon, Kyle, Johnny, and Alex—the group of friends who’d somehow become inseparable over their years at the university.

Price sat at the head of the table, glasses perched on his nose, surrounded by history textbooks and handwritten notes. His usual air of tranquility slightly by the paperclip chain someone (likely Johnny) had clipped to his sleeve. "You lot are hopeless," he muttered, flipping a page. "If you put half the energy into your studies as you do into being a pain, we wouldn’t be in here all night."

Johnny leaned back dangerously far in his chair, balancing a mechanical pencil on his nose. “Aw, lighten up, Jo-Jo. Finals are just fancy pop quizzes.”

Kyle snorted, typing furiously on his laptop. “Spoken like someone who’s failed two pop quizzes this semester.”

“Two?!” Alex chimed in, looking up from his notes on renewable energy that somehow never faltered. “That’s generous. I’d put the over-under at four.”

Johnny dramatically clutched his chest. “You lot dont know what its like bein in engineering, 90% of the class failed!”

Simon, sitting across from him, barely looked up from his physics book. “You’re not wrong, though. I saw his econ grade. It’s a miracle he’s still here.”

“Not everyone can calculate orbital velocity in their sleep, Si” Johnny shot back. “Some of us have to work with personality.”

“Right,” Simon deadpanned. “How’s that working out for you?”

Before Johnny could retort, Price clapped his hands together. “Enough! Five-minute break. I need to find some aspirin before you lot give me an aneurysm.” As he walked away the heard him muttering about something like 'I should just stay home, but noo I just had to go socialize- Jesus-'

As the group dispersed momentarily, the library’s old fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. The building felt more tired than usual, and there was a stack of flyers on a nearby table announcing a fundraiser for the school, that no one had dared acknowledge yet.

Alex returned first, holding two cups of coffee. He slid one over to Kyle, who looked at it like it was manna from heaven. “Bless you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank the last working vending machine on campus,” Alex said, sliding back into his seat.

Johnny returned next, juggling a box of animal crackers he’d swiped from a study snack cart. He started flicking them at Kyle. “What’s the over-under on this campus even having vending machines next semester?”

Kyle caught one mid-air and munched it without looking up. “I’d say slim to none if we keep burning out the Wi-Fi like last week.”

“That was an accident,” Johnny defended.

“You crashed the whole system trying to run simulations for a catapult mate.” Simon said as he reappeared, a water bottle in hand

Price groaned as he sat back down, rubbing his temples. “I still can’t believe the dean called an assembly about that. You’re grown adults.”

“Technically,” Kyle muttered.

The five of them settled back into their seats, though the teasing didn’t entirely subside. Johnny, ever the jester, started crafting increasingly elaborate paper airplanes, one of which soared dangerously close to Price’s ear.

“John,” Price warned, not even looking up from his notes.

Johnny grinned. “Just testing aerodynamics!”

As they worked, the library’s clock chimed midnight. For all their jokes and distractions, the group’s camaraderie was palpable. Even with the weight of uncertainty hanging over the campus, they found ways to laugh and keep each other grounded.

Kyle stretched and yawned, closing his laptop. “Alright, who’s betting Johnny makes it through finals without another disaster?”

“No chance,” Simon said immediately, prompting another round of laughter.

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[miisakee]

very funny to me that chekov never gets an official canonical promotion. like, presumably, at some point post-tos he must've, but i don't know of it being mentioned in any canonical source - though i could be wrong there. meanwhile in aos, everyone else gets catapulted to high ranks because of the Horrors(tm), but chekov's stuck as an ensign. he's still an ensign in beyond. it's been five years. he literally ran engineering for a hot second in into darkness and he's still not even a junior lieutenant? who in the command structure of starfleet holds the mother of all vendettas against this one russian guy to the point that they will not let him get promoted?

[themilkman897]

Check out this catapult I made with my friends and my dad.

It uses a harrow tine for the spring and a rachet strap to pull back and release the arm. It can and will seriously hurt you if you get in the way of the arm.

The arm started out straight but it bent when we fired it with no stopper cushion

[shokobuns]

i asked you a question, i wanna know why!

why'd you have to make that record 'bout me?

song about me.

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

genre: romcom, some angst, smut in a wayyy later chapter (18+)

tags. band au, college au for a bit, chemical engineering major!reader, marketing major!kuroo, marketing major!kenma, lead singer!reader, drummer!shoko, bassist!getou, guitarist!utahime, ex fling to lovers, satosugu roommates, shokohime roommates/lovers, bokuaka, gojo is filthy rich, msby black jackals vs. schweiden adlers arc, kuroo is desperately looking for employment, small olympics 2024 arc w/ guest stars, kenma loves roblox, suna is locked into his lover

PAIRING(S): miya atsumu x f!reader, brief trashy!semi eita x f!reader ft. oc named mika x suna rintarou, shokohime, bokuaka, and satosugu if you squint

updates: ongoing series! monday, wednesday, friday (hopefully this is consistent)

taglist:: open! (send an ask off anon or with an account to be added)

masterlist

[apt. 202b + roaches] / [samu's kittens]

pt. 0 — sunday morning / pt. 1 — sweet nothing / pt. 2 — jumpscare / pt. 3 — situationship… / pt. 4 — gaydar / pt. 5 — count your days. / pt. 6 — short king showdown / pt. 7 — survive the killer / pt. 8 — radar! / pt. 9 — the oomflympics / pt. 10 — shit ur pants / pt. 11 — care / pt. 12 — untitled