#fluid mechanics lecture

[g1rlken]

obsessed/possessive felix catton 🫣

Oh. Oh absolutely.

Anon you’re so real for this one🤞

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Obsessive felix

word count: 1.3k (one shot)

Warnings: the req +sorry if he gets a bit toxic

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For someone who grew up with a second pair of everything irreplaceable items were rare for felix. Or people, most relations superficial, nothing money can’t buy. That’s why she was different. He had to work for her, to be noticed to gain her affection. As unusual as it was for him he didn’t mind it.

Before they even started dating, it was difficult for felix to try and get her attention. They had different majors and one friend group in common most of whose gatherings she rarely joined. Occasional weekends here and there. He asked about her around, causality came naturally to him so most didn’t suspect a thing. Her lectures, her schedule, library visits, he memorised it all within a time span of a few days.

Felix would pick up the book she’d be returning at library, at first it was only to get an insight to what she’s interested in. What she reads in order to strike a conversational of coincidentally having same interests. However her long kept book smelt like her fragrance. It made him question his sanity halfway through a book on fluid mechanics if he was trapped by the contents of the book or the scent of her from it, it was the latter.

Much pinning, much accident meetings later they’d finally hit off. From his own past patterns and experiences in romance felix knew he would feel less and less intensely for her once he’d have her. She surprised him. As did himself, his feelings grew much more intensely than decreasing.

He felt wholly consumed by the being of her and it still felt not enough. He wanted to be drenched like the sand by the sea during a storm, he wanted her to be the rays that open his life like the petals of a morning glory flower. Because in one sense she was the answer to his glory, the glory he’s had to work for. One he wanted to announce to the whole world that she was his and the one he wanted to shield from the whole world because she was his. And his only.

She brought a sense of grounded serenity with her, in the morning with her locks softly spilled over his chest as she’d sleep through her first alarm which would evidently wake him up before her but he’d be glad. Because it would result to let him have his most cherished moment, the softest of mornings with her in his arms. The second alarm would only make him hold her tighter, not wanting to let go off her so soon.

One would forgo and turn a blind eye to a lot of things for love, his tender love came at the expense of his intense one as well. Though he was the softest of lovers, with her behind closed doors. It could most certainly be felt being with him however at certain instances it could be accounted for just how fiercely he loved. Aggressive make out sessions at the party, if someone stared at her a bit too long. It got awkward at times, in his lap or against the wall in a crowded dimly lit room. Not for him of course, it could get overbearing at times though. “You always pull something like that!” She complained as they returned from this one party, felix thought his possessive traits were subtle.

“Like what? Like kissing you? My girlfriend?” He questioned with a scoff as he removed his jacket and hanged it on the door hanger inside her dorm room.

“No-but a whole make out session? There were people around!” She complained trying to reason with him, had she felt uncomfortable with it she could’ve told him during it but it wasn’t that. Yet there was something she couldn’t pinpoint or maybe chose not to.

“It was a party” he scoffed as he walked over to her and pulled her closer to him by her waist to pause her whining, “it’s common to make out with your girlfriend at a party.”

She pulled away from his grasp, not wanting to have the firmness of the conversation she was trying to have be dismayed “No it’s always like this, especially at parties. You basically manhandle me the entire time-“

“Manhandle you?” He stopped her midway, scoffing at the sound of her baseless proponent “Really? So dancing with you, kissing you is now manhandling you?”

“It’s not, but your arms around me, kissing my neck, trying to kiss me while I’m in the middle of a conversation with someone that’s so unideal.” She advocated for what she was trying to say, she knew he was always big on physical touch and she never once minded it. However it wasn’t the first time it had happened where she’d try to have a normal conversation with anyone and felix would kiss the nape of her neck as she’d talk, pull her into his lap if she was sitting next to him. Completely disregarding whoever she was conversing with.

“So having a conversation is much more important than being close to me?” He asked, his tone was mild and composure relaxed but he felt border line offended.

“That’s not what I’m saying…” she sighed rubbing her eyes for a second, “you know that’s not how I’m saying it-“

“—Oh no please enlighten me how much of an inconvenience it is if I kiss you in front of other people!” Felix interrupted her.

“We just seem like that obnoxious PDA couple everywhere we go! And it’s not just this party or parties in general-everywhere you just…” she trailed off looking for the right word.

“Suffocate you.” He filled in for her with a scoff and looked away from her crossing his arms.

“No.” She replied firmly “No you just get overbearing. Where does that come from, talk to me.”

“Do you seriously want me to justify myself for wanting to be close to my girlfriend? Do you hear yourself?”

“Do you hear yourself felix!” Exclaiming she sighed regaining her composure, “Its like you can’t stomach the fact that I exist outside of this relationship, why can’t you just commute and tell me what’s your issue?”

“You don’t get it do you?” He let out a dejected scoff and approached closer to her, “it is fucking infuriating to see you paint me out like I’m irrational-I’m not impulsive because I’m madly in love, y/n, I am madly in love with you and I know exactly what I’m doing. To safeguard what we have, after you the most precious thing that’s happened to me is our relationship. We come off as an obnoxious couple? I come off as possessive? Fuck it.” He stated confidently as he took her hands in his, “I care about you, your sense of self and individuality is very dear to me and I’m sorry if you feel otherwise. I’ve never been in this place before where losing someone would worry me but losing you terrifies me to my core. I’m not irrational, I'm maybe rational to the point of obsession. But I am just a man who loves you more than anything in this world.” His gaze never lifted off of her eyes the entire time and he felt a bit surreal having confessed his all-consuming, all-encompassing love for her. There was a sense of vulnerability in being freed of the truth.

“Felix…” she breathed as her gaze softened, his flaws were the same as hers in a different dynamic and he was rough around the edges but now after what he confessed? She saw his love in a different much serious and committed light. Devoted. She looked down at her hands in his and back up at him with a soft smile adorning her face, she didn’t know how else to reply to him so she just leaned forward brushing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. He held held her in his arms lengthening the kiss.

“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to cherish.”

“—Yours.”

[seat-safety-switch]

When you get into old stuff, it's important to know how to treat it right. Unlike new stuff, you can't always buy a replacement. Some degree of mechanical sympathy is required at all times. Think of it like a cross between working at a museum and being like your grandma, who wrapped her couch in plastic and made your mom shave the dog before it could come over.

Now, don't get me wrong: it's always best to avoid a repair than to be good at one. Breaking stuff for a stupid reason is the worst, because then you didn't even have fun breaking it. For instance, I just had to evict an entire nest of packrats from my van this morning. Despite their little rodent pleas for tenant's rights, I knew that I had only myself to blame for letting it get this far. If I had instead started an exhaust-manifold fire by redlining the engine for several miles on the expressway until the transmission exploded, that would have been a better use of my time, because I have to swap that transmission anyway. Some idiot forgot to put new fluid in there.

When you go on the internet – which, by the way, I don't recommend – you'll find a lot of enthusiasts telling you how to take care of your stuff. Don't listen to it at maximum volume. Don't watch it at maximum brightness. Stop putting it on the carpet. Don't rest your hand on the shifter when you're not shifting gears. All of this sounds like a lot of lecturing from concerned parents, who want to make sure that you don't leave your favourite stuffie behind at the playground or accidentally set fire to the piano again. They've got their hearts in the right place, but they're going about it the wrong way.

Instead, I like to lead by example. When you see me out there, pushing the metal as hard as I possibly can, you know that I'm doing something really stupid. Some part of your simian social-mirroring mechanism remembers "don't do that." Not just that, but those who are truly committed to observation will get a bonus treat. That comes when a bunch of components that used to be inside my engine crack your windshield. The lesson: don't follow so closely.

[3liza]

corset has become one of those things where I wonder why I feel so bleughhh and then I realize I'm not wearing it or haven't laced it up, stupid,

and then I do and instantly have blood in my brain again and start zooming around my house faster and thinking clearer. it's interesting how so much of this illness is purely mechanical. squeeze one part of your body to move fluids to another part of your body. apply pressure to an area that is sore and hurting and it feels better. idiot. moron

one of the lectures about POTS/EDS at the Dysautonomia Conference I think in 2022 ended with the presenter recommending corseting (she phrased it as "abdominal compression" because corset scary) by using waist trainer wraps for patients to immediately get some relief and restore homeostatic fluid dispersal to the parts of the body that need it. compression garments are recommended in the scientific literature for tons of stuff that doctors don't communicate to patients, including autism. not necessarily a corset corset with steel boning that looks like a fetish club item, but just general physical mechanical support for all these patients whose problems are either rooted in or comorbid with tissue laxity and bad orthostasis. if it's loose, add reinforcement. very simple mechanical principle we all understand intrinsically but somehow don't think of applying to our daily EDC of shit to handle our problems.

I have a friend with Problems Syndrome who describes the sensation of something being pulled downward uncomfortably from their chest and throat when they aren't tensing their abdominal muscles constantly. I do that too, it all has to be held in, held still, tensed and gripped or you feel like your body is collapsing like one of those string toys

anyway this is not to say "get a corset", because it's not the right thing for everyone obviously. also it's a lot of trouble to buy them and try them and break them in and not everyone wants to look like an extra from Sweeney Todd every day. I have that option because I'm a goth that works from home. I'm just blogging, don't take this as medical advice or even casual advice. I was just inspired to jot down my thoughts after thinking "why do I feel so shitty" today, lacing up the corset I had loosened earlier, and immediately regaining about 15% of my function.

[universal-genious]

A Comprehensive Guide To My Rat Hierarchy

Greetings and salutations!

Strap in and get comfy. You're all about to receive a detailed, informative, and fascinating lecture on the details of my rat creations. Let's begin.

My rats are organized in a hierarchy, based (loosely) off of a system of monarchy. The progression goes as follows:

The Commonality

The Gentry

The Cavaliers

The Vassals and

The Knave.

They are not organized by importance, but rather by size, ability, and threat level.

Below is a diagram illustrating examples of each tier of the Hierarchy (save for the Knave, but we'll get to him later):

Now, let's take a closer look, shall we?

First, of course, shall be:

The Commonality

These little darlings are primarily lab assistants, but they're also built for surveillance and the relaying of messages.

Their mechanical eyes are capable of capturing photographs and video footage, and then projecting the images holographically - perfect for delivering asynchronous villainous monologues!

The Commonality are also very fast and agile, able to climb up and burrow through just about any material, from metal to solid rock. They can be quite the stealthy little fellows!

Next, let's take a look at:

The Gentry

The Gentry are built for low-risk combat, but when deployed in packs, they can pack quite a wallop! Their teeth and claws can deliver a considerable amount of damage on their own, but what really sets the Gentry apart is their ability to wield electricity.

The Gentry have artificial nervous systems consisting of live wiring, which carries an electrical current through their bodies - note the electrodes in the ears and tail. However, what you don't see upon first glance is the electrical generator hidden within the jaws of the Gentry. Upon opening its mouth, a Gentry can release a powerful surge of lightning, much like the breath weapon of a dragon!

And aren't they just adorable?!

Onwards and upwards, we have:

The Cavaliers

These beautiful specimens are especially skilled at hunting and tracking, built with heightened senses of sight, smell, and hearing, as well as the ability to see in infrared waves. In other words, there's no use hiding.

The Cavaliers are also built for speed - those long, slender limbs allow them to gallop at speeds matching those of Acinonyx jubatus! What's more, they're the perfect size to be mounted, making them excellent for a quick and theatrical getaway.

Now, here's something especially interesting. The Cavaliers are always deployed in pairs. Specific pairs. Each Cavalier has a companion, with which they are psychically linked. They can sense each other's every move and thought - the ultimate hunting partners! Additionally, if one Cavalier in a pair is incapacitated or seriously injured in combat, the other receives a surge of power as a defense mechanism.

Moving right along, we reach:

The Vassals

Positively petrifying, aren't they?!

These magnificent beasts are easily my most formidable creations yet. If their cleaver-like tails don't get you, their claws and teeth certainly will!

When developing the Vassals, I began using a mutation serum of my own concoction, which came with a few unexpected (but welcome!) side effects. Firstly, due to the monstrous origin of several of the serum's ingredients, the Vassals are the only tier of the hierarchy that require sustenance. And let me tell you, they have got some impressive appetites! A Vassal is capable of digesting just about anything, organic and inorganic - but they especially like any variety of fresh meat. This has been quite the asset, actually - if I need someone to disappear, the Vassals are on the job!

Secondly, you may notice the viscous, black fluid weeping from their faces. This is entirely normal, I assure you - just another aspect of the serum's mutation. The Vassals are constantly exuding a highly acidic and toxic excretion - don't worry, it doesn't bother them in the slightest. You, however...let's just say you don't want to be anywhere near the stuff.

Finally, the mutation serum also allows the Vassals to heal from injuries at a remarkably accelerated rate, making them even harder to take down! This also allows a Vassal to open its jaws to an unnaturally wide extent, hence the scar tissue around the mouth. I rather like the look of it - look at those friendly smiles!

Last, but certainly not least, we move on to:

The Knave

Knavey here is my primary method of transportation. He's just a tad larger a school bus, making him ideal for transporting myself and an assortment of the rats for missions of all sorts!

Knavey's been fitted with claw-like appendages on both of his tails, as well as on the end of his "tongue", for lack of a better term. Said "tongue" is entirely prehensile, and can extend to nearly three-quarters of Knavey's body length. As such, Knavey is excellent for retrieving heavy cargo, and for capturing live cargo!

And, with that, my hierarchy draws to a close.

Thanks ever so much for reading - I do hope you all found this informative! I certainly had fun writing it.

Ta-ta for now!

~ Niles Genious Tolliver 🐁⚡

[liacademia]

day 55/100

to-do for tomorrow:

day 2 lectures on inverse trigonometric functions ( 2 lectures of 1hr each) + problem sheet

solve hp problems on stereochemistry

another hour of fluid mechanics lecture (if possible complete it) + notes

live lecture on circles

[acciojaeyun]

sleepless nights ; jake sim smut

pairing: sim jaeyun / jake x fem!reader genre: smut (minors dni)

jake pretty much lives the common stereotype of engineering students: smart in both physics and mathematics and sleep deprived. and while everyone has studying to blame, jake pretty much places the blame on you: who couldn’t – for god’s sake – couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

warnings: sub!jake, mommy kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v (unprotected, but reader is taking pills) a bit of perv!jake if you squint. let me know if i missed something! words:��2.3k

While every engineering student have plates and lectures to blame for their all-nighters, whether caffeinated or not – Jake Sim has a different reason why he kept on yawning during his lecture on fluid mechanics, and that was his pretty roommate: you, of course.

No, it wasn’t because you distract him whenever he made his plates in the dining room whenever he needed a change of scenery from his usual study area (his room); it also wasn’t because you were too goddamn pretty that whenever he zones out while trying to understand the Freundlich and Langmuir isotherm constants, he finds himself staring at you. 

In fact, he was blaming you for not realising that the walls between yours and his room were thin, that meant, whenever you were too horny to contain yourself from not touching your aching pussy, he hears everything. 

In fact, he was blaming you for not realising that the walls between yours and his room were thin, that meant, whenever you were too horny to contain yourself from not touching your aching pussy, he hears everything. 

Jake must contain himself some of the times whenever he hears you whimper, but most of the times he cannot help but feel the urge to masturbate with you when your moans got louder. 

It was if you were giving him a taste of your sound without you realising it.

And just like every other night, Jake, for the nth time this week, was stirred awake by your suppressed whines. Jake was half amused and half pissed, he was about to have an in-campus reporting about the latest group project; and while he was confident about his knowledge regarding it, he wasn’t confident enough whether he’ll be able to answer possible questions thrown by the professor with no sleep.

You, on the other hand, are having the time of your life as you grinded on the small vibrator you had pushed against your dripping core. Imagining it was Jake, your roommate, rather than your fingers or the small vibrating device. Yes, you had a crush on your roommate – who could blame you? 

However, you couldn’t let Jake know that you were head over heels attracted and in love with him. Little did you know, your whines and moans somehow gave you away to the suspecting lad. But, true to Jake’s respectful nature, he acknowledged boundaries, and was too��respectful enough to not bring up whatever he hears every night.

But just like how all good things come to an end, you felt your heartbeat increase not from pleasure but from panic as you realise the intensity of your vibrator was decreasing, notifying you that it would go out in a while.

“Shit, shit, shit, no!” you whined as you desperately humped against it in the hopes of catching your orgasm before it shuts down. But against your sheer luck, the vibrator had died down before you could feel the coil tighten at your belly.

You groaned, “For fuck’s sake.” 

You tiptoed outside of your room to search your whole apartment for batteries. Going through every cabinet in the living room (you almost wanted to check the TV remote and Jake’s gaming console, but you were not that desperate, not yet), but you haven’t found any.  And it wasn’t until you ventured to the kitchen in the hopes of finding spare when you saw Jake leaning against the counter in deep thought with a glass of water in his hand.

“Jake! What are you doing here?” you squealed.

The boy looked at you with furrowed brows before licking his lips, “I could ask the same to you.”

“It’s – it’s nothing, I was just looking for something.”

“What was it?”

“It’s fine, I could just look for it tomorrow,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Well, the fact that you look annoyed means that you need it right now.”

“Jake, just drop it,” you said as you still went on opening every cupboard and pulling every drawer just to find a pair of AA batteries just so you could get your much-deserved orgasm for tonight after your assessment in Medieval English and related literatures – which you weren’t entirely confident in.

“What is it that you’re looking for? I could help you with it.” He offered as he placed his empty glass down on the counter.

“Batteries,” you blushed.

“Double A ones? We’ve run out, I used the last pair in our wall clock.”

Great, now you were feeling more frustrated than ever. “It’s fine,” you convinced Jake, but more so convincing yourself. How could you feel relieved this day? First academic distress, and now we have sexual distress to top it off. Clearly, today wasn’t your very lucky day.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not fine, babe,” he says as he sits on the marble counter of your kitchen, “you’ve gotten all worked up, you know you could tell all the noises inside your head, right?”

“I –“ you looked at him with eyebrows raised, were you just hallucinating the innuendo that seeped through his words?

It was only then had you noticed that Jake had discarded his top. His dark hair in a sloppy mess that made him look ten times attractive, his grey sweatpants hanging loose just about his v-line, leaving everything up to imagination.

“I’ve been just so frustrated, Jake. All I bloody want is a release, like my God, I just want to come to let all my frustrations out.” You groaned as you leaned against the kitchen island, burying your face in your hands.

Jake cleared his throat, “No judgment, Y/N,” he clarifies, “but, I could help? That is, if you want me to?”

You almost choked on your saliva at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Him, Sim Jaeyun, is offering you to help you out in your sexual frustrations? That were merely caused by him and his oozing sex appeal?

God, you wish you were dreaming.

But the same man walking towards you to trap you against the kitchen island with both of his arms on either side of your body countered your thoughts inside your head. He ghosted his lips against your cheek, his warm breath fanning across your jaw as you tried to calm your frantic heart. 

You whimpered at the proximity, and you pulled him by his shoulders to meet his plump lips which you have daydreamed for so long. You kissed him feverishly, hands immediately flying to his hair as his hands held on to the back of your thigh to place you on the countertop.

He pulled away and bit his lip before diving to your neck, sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of skin before pulling away to meet your face, “I need a ‘yes,’” he says as he traces his index finger over your swollen lips.

You licked his index finger which caused goosebumps to rise over his skin, “Yes, baby, you could help mommy out,” you said, implying your name over the boy, whose eyes have darkened into a much deeper shade of brown at the mention of your name.

All Jake ever wanted from now on was to please you – to be your good boy.

Jake immediately went back to attacking your neck with kissing and sucking, making you moan out his name whenever he does so. Your pussy has started clenching on nothing because of how much turned on you were. You wanted Jake, hell, you wanted Jake so badly. 

“I want to come, Jake, can you make mommy come?” you asked as you palmed his erection over his grey sweatpants, eliciting a groan from him.

The boy nodded, “Yes, mommy, I can, I can.”

He took no time in massaging your breasts over your oversized shirt after pulling your body closer to him, his face leaning in as he made out with you as you contained your moans. His free hand held your neck to keep your face in place as he started grinding against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your clothed cunt was enough to make you lose all forms of sanity.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked as he pulled away, a string of your mixed saliva following the plumpness of his lips, to which you nodded before pulling back slightly to make his task easier.

“Mommy, you’re so sexy,” he breathed out before plunging his mouth in between your breasts, eyes meeting you as he crouched down, turning you on more than ever as how he looked so fucking small licking the skin between your breasts. He took his time licking the flesh around your nipple before giving it attention, his mouth sucking your areola as harsh as he could ever.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whined as his finger started handling the unattended breast, slapping the side of it while pinching your nipple which elicited a squeal from you. “Jake, you’re doing so great for mommy,” you said as you pushed some of his hair away from his face.

Jake moaned in recognition before smiling up at you as his hands took a hold at the waistbands of your pyjamas, he giggled as he pulled them down, and he almost came at the sight of your drenched underwear.

“See that, baby?” you teased as you hoisted his face to meet your gaze, “my pussy’s all wet because of you.”

The boy licked his lips at your statement before pulling your underwear down at the ground for you to both worry about later. He pulled your hips towards his face for him to have an easier access to your dripping cunt. He leaned in, giving your clit kitten licks which made your body jolt against the sensation.

“Don’t tease mommy, sweetie,” you threatened, to which Jake obliged. He went down to lick a bold stripe from your vagina up to your clit, obtaining a strangled groan from you. You fucking dreamed of this, having to have his tongue lick your pussy that you knew was only wet every time you masturbated at the thought of him.

He devoured your cunt like a man starved, his tongue prodding over your entrance to lick up towards your clit wherein he would shake his head sideways to give you different sensations from his sinful ministrations. 

“You know how to use your tongue well, don’t you?” you breathed as you rolled your eyes almost to the back of your head.

Not a long while after, you let out a scream as you felt his finger intrude your entrance, pushing and pulling back his middle finger until his ring finger joined in before standing up to meet your lips in a French kiss while he fucked your pussy with two of his fingers in, the tips of his fingers making a “come here” motion as he thrusted his hand inside you.

“Fuck, Jake, you’re going to make mommy come, fuck – don’t stop,”

“Go, mommy, make a mess on your baby’s fingers,” he urged, fastening his pace before leaning down to your breasts again for him to suck on. You squealed at the simulation he was giving you. Sooner enough, you’ve felt the coil in your belly snap as you came around on his fingers, Jake groaning at the sight of your cum gathering on his digits.

“Look at me, baby,” you said, pulling his face towards you to kiss him. “I want you to fuck me.” You said as you looked in his eyes.

Jake gulped and nodded, before pulling his fingers out. “Want to taste, mommy?” he asked, placing his fingers in front of your mouth, to which you accepted, sucking his fingers clean before kissing him to give him a taste of your cum.

“You taste heavenly, mommy,” he blushed as he pulled his sweats down. 

“Baby, you’re big, how’s that going to fit me?” you groaned at the dick that sprung out as his pants were also pulled down. “Gonna make it fit inside me, ‘no?” you asked, to which he nodded.

He bit his lip as his tip tapped your clit before lining himself up in your entrance. He met your eyes, asking permission for the last time before you nodded. He inched himself in, earning a breathy moan from you as you held the nape of his neck to bring him closer to you.

“Holy fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, biting on your shoulder to stop himself from thrusting before you could adjust. “You’re so big,” you replied, “you can move now.”

Jake pulled away to look at where his dick is buried inside you, he pulled out slightly before slowly thrusting back in, building a consistent rhythm. At first, his thrusts were cautious, slow, yet deep; but, as he felt the craving to make you come again for the second time because of him, his thrusts became faster as it had gone deeper. His hand snaked around your waist as his spare hand placed your leg on his shoulder, the new angle hitting places inside of your desperate cunt.

A string of incoherent praises and cuss words were all splurged out from your mouth, egging Jake on as he fucked you into the night. He groaned and moaned with his face scrunched up and his eyes sewed shut at the immense pleasure he was feeling right now.

“Gonna come,” Jake announced as you felt his thrusts became sloppy, and it was just about time when you felt you were about to come too. “Me too, baby, come with mommy, come on,” you urged him as you clenched around his dick, helping him to chase his release with you.

You both cry each of your names as you both come undone, his warm cum mixing with yours as you feel him still inside you, dick still buried deep. You both stayed in this position, his sweaty forehead against the crook of your neck as you calmed each of your erratic heartbeats.

“Did so well for mommy,” you whispered as you kissed his hair, making him smile against your skin. 

“Y/N?” he asked after a while to which you hummed in acknowledgement.

Jake took a deep breath, “Go out with me?”

You could not say no.

[lmk-oc-competition]

LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1

Jade Rabbit belongs to @sarahawriter

Vervet belongs to @rae-blu

Learn more about them below the cut!!

Jade Rabbit:

This in actually an OC I created for the Jade Rabbit from mythology (so obviously a rabbit immortal with a mostly human appearance) since they weren't seen in the episode Cooking with Chang'e. Since they've been portrayed as male and female in media throughout the years, I made them gender-fluid, switching between male and female. Their job is to make pills of immortality, but over the years their alchemical skills have branched out and they have made elixirs with countless different effects by this point.

They aren't a full on villain, but she did fight with Wukong during the JTTW when they tried to kidnap Tripitaka via marriage to take some of his power when she was impersonating the Princess of India (this actually happened in the book). The reason she was impersonating the princess of India was because she was an reincarnation of a celestial who'd slapped her once, and this was Jade's form of revenge. So obviously she has issues with holding grudges and getting revenge for said grudges. Chang'e reamed them out for it afterwards though, and it is something they're trying to work on. Granted, most of that reason is to avoid more lectures from Chang'e, but progress is progress.

The main reason they tried to steal Triptaka's powers was because they don't have strong magical abilities of their own. They try to make up the difference with a plethora of elixirs and pills that can boost their abilities, as well as temporarily give them new abilities, but they do want to be able to do things like that without the assistance of elixirs. Their weapon of choice is their pestle, which they can make the size of a small staff.

Jade can be socially awkward, but that's to be expected when they literally live on the Moon and only have one person to interact with. While they may hold grudges easily, they will also go all out when it comes to helping friends or working on important projects, pulling as many all-nighters as it takes to finish it (which can sometimes blow up in their face). They also are a bit of a mechanic, having made the bunny mechs that provide security for the Moon. Jade also developed a love for photography as they're basically the camera crew for Chang'e's show.

Since they live on the Moon the only canon characters they've interacted with are Chang'e, and Wukong during the journey. Although with their existence I do imagine the MoonDuo turning into a MoonGang (and Jade and Macaque could bond over having fought Wukong while Chang'e is the only one in the gang who has a positive opinion of Wukong XD).

Vervet:

Vervet is a celestial monkey vagabond with a love for traveling around the globe. He longs to experience as many different cultures from the mortal beings of the world as he can. With his pocket-dimension like magic, he has a room in which he keeps a strikingly organised collection of everything he's ever been given in his journeying.

[johnbierce]

Hello kind sir!

I have read your Mage Errant series many a time, and finally decided to try something that I've been wanting to do for a long while now. Write my own book. I was hoping to ask you for some advice on how to build my own magic system, as books like yours and He Who Fights With Monsters have some of the best magic systems I've ever read in any book. I personally like your magic system over any of the close seconds I've seen, honestly just because. Could I ask you how you thought up such a good magic system, and some dangers I might fall into?

Many thanks,

AncienRaven124

Oooh, this is a topic that I can- and have- write thousands of words on. Here's a post I wrote on the topic almost six years ago now on Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/Fantasy/comments/cg9az5/the_problem_with_the_hardsoft_magic_scale/ I did a lecture on magic system design for Elegant Literature magazine last year (as well as another on science-inspired worldbuilding), though those are only available for subscribers to the magazine. https://www.elegantliterature.com/authorhq/#all

I am, in fact, planning an entire nonfiction worldbuilding book, with extensive magic system sections- though that's likely a couple years off.

I'm... kinda in the position of having too much to say on the topic, honestly. It's hard to think of what specific advice to give you. My process tends to be deeply research-heavy- Mage Errant's magic system takes inspiration from sources as diverse as geology and chemistry to Foucault's description of medieval "linguistics" in The Order of Things. I build highly complex magic systems that are emergent processes from alternate natural law, and it's a ton of fun for me, but it's hardly the only good way to do it. I think, more important than making a complex or original magic system? Is figuring out how it would impact the setting. Not just fight scenes and epic battles (though those are certainly fun), but everyday infrastructure, logistics, engineering, art, agriculture, even entertainment. One example I used in the Elegant Literature magazine? A magic system that has only one effect- altering the compressibility of water. In real life, even in the ocean depths, water compresses by less than one percent. It's ridiculously resistant to compression. If you could alter that property, you could do some crazy stuff! Create hyper-efficient water hydraulic engines, where the magic makes water compressible on the down-stroke, then deactivates on the up-stroke, gaining a disproportionate quantity of mechanical energy as the water violently decompresses. Or, use the magic to create non-incendiary explosives by filling up a metal tank with far more compressed water than would otherwise fit, and when you release the magic... bang. You could have some absolutely bizarre effects on water sports- I have trouble even fully figuring out how fast a swimmer could go by selectively making water compressible in front of them. Heck, you could probably design a fire-free technological civilization with that magic, with enough engineering and hydrology know-how. (Hence why I'm not using that magic system for anything- I'm a neophyte in engineering, and fluid dynamics is... look, the less said, the better. I'm bad at normal math, let alone math for modeling fluid dynamics.) As long as you keep your magic system consistent, sufficiently comprehensible, and fun, the specifics of the system itself are frankly less important than the applications. It's the creative ways that you use magic in your society, the way it alters culture, language, civilization, history, even art, that really are going to matter the most, far over the properties of the magic itself. And readers don't need to fully understand the magic system- nor do your characters! Having a magic system that is still being researched, that people are still discovering principles of or uses for, is the approach that I prefer and recommend! Just... play fair with it. Don't introduce random new magical principles as a deus ex machina. Foreshadow, build groundwork, etc.

Oh, and above all else? Make sure your magic system serves the story, not vice versa. Whether you're making up the rules as you write, and only fixing them up during editing; or starting with a hyper-strict magic system and forcing yourself to come up with creative solutions to magical problems that follow the rules? Make sure it all serves the story.

[taki-yaki]

Is there a race for something like Frankenstein? Not exactly a ghoul, but not exactly human? If that doesn't work how about a cyborg made by an artificer? My prompt is a Tav that has to deal with a new body after being "put back together," and unaging so she can be with Astarion forever🥺

 I think the closest would be either a Warforged with a magic jar spell or a Reborn but I’ll do a bit of both since they both seem to fall into your prompt.

Astarion x Warforged!Tav + Astarion x Reborn!Tav

Minor Cw: Body horror warning for Reborn Section

**Warforged Tav**

During a fierce fight in the remains of a ruined town, severely weakened within the depths without a healer on hand left to die and rot, you hastily cast magic jar upon yourself, falling into a catatonic state as your soul leaves your body, entering the ornamental container.

As soon as your soul enters the container, the sound of falling sand rushes through your soul's senses. All you could do was watch on helplessly as your physical body was touched by a necrotic spell, turning it into dust.

Astarion carries the jar, cradling it within his arms, looking for anything that your flickering soul could possess. Searching through the nearby overgrowth foliage, he finds a worn-down body of a warforge, a small iron hinge door lays open, once where a mechanical heart would lay. Recalling from Gales's lectures of this place these iron constructs could once host a mortal's soul, but have all eroded due to lack of care over the decades.

Pushing his luck, he inserts the jar into the container,  hoping for a miracle as the gears of the automaton start to grind in motion

“Darling? Are you alright, are you still in there? Say something damn it”

Upon waking, your body feels nearly hollow and heavy, you feel a fluid flow through the circulatory system of your new form. As you attempt to open your mouth to speak, his name comes out with a metallic echo in your form. It takes you aback for a second, feeling that your voice isn’t your own.

All Astarion can do is watch in silence as he waits for your response, after a while, he whispers, “I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have acted so hasty and now you’re stuck like this” gesturing at the iron plates surrounding your form. 

You reassure him that it’s not his fault, explaining that you don’t mind having such a strong robotic body, joking about how you could carry him around with ease like this.

Despite your lack of human skin, he does try to care for you, even when your insides are just a set of interweaving wires and cogs, trying to clean any moss on your body and learning how to replace the worn rusted joints with new pieces. 

Regardless, he’s relieved that you still have your soul in this form, unlike mind flayers who only mimic the original host, slowly becoming void of emotion, seeing such emotions as nothing but a manipulation tactic.

**Reborn Tav**

Your body was stolen from its resting place by a mad cleric who wished to use the infamous hero of Baldur’s Gate as their little meat puppet.

Attempting to stitch any loose parts of your battle-worn body back together with other corpses he has stolen. Not perfect but some parts are slightly different from that of your original form.

Astarion discovered the gruesome cleric's hideout, in which he proceeded to slaughter the man mid-ritual, seething with rage, until the sound of heavy gasping pulled him out. Turning around to see you awake, alive, but looking pale, almost ghoul-like. He’s seen this before, when he turned into a spawn decades ago, the fear and confusion of it all. They’ve made you an undead like him.

A reborn, who dances on the line of life and death, not hindered by the curses that normal vampirism would offer.

He attempts to help you get used to your new life, attempting to relearn your usual breathing rhythm, to help you attempt to eat and drink again, to regain some sense of normalcy. Despite your need to not sleep anymore, Astarion insists on you getting some rest by always staying by your side, promising that he’ll be by your side when you wake up.

Although there are times when the stitches on your body come loose, due to the cleric’s shoddy rushed handiwork, in which Astarion attempts to piece these parts back together correctly all whilst comforting you, and complimenting your body.

Despite your unexpected return, you’re new life as a reborn, Astarion was glad to have you by his side once again.

[alwaysmychoices]

A Little Update

Since Bridgerton got me back posting on here, I just wanted to give everyone an update for why I've been gone.

Good news - I graduated law school!

Bad news - now, I have to study for the bar exam, and I'm at the point where the motivation pep talks they give at the end of the lectures make me cry.

Worse news - the love of my life, my dog, Beau, had a medical emergency. We really don't know what happened, but long story short, he had an infection that created enough fluid in his eyes that his retina detached and he lost his eyesight. The infection responded well to treatment, so we're crossing our fingers that he regains some sight. But in the mean time, I dropped everything to stay closer to a specialist vet and have been a wreck for the last few weeks.

Better news - I've finally started writing again. I am currently writing the outline for the last chapter of with and without (oof, that was a hard sentence to write), and then I want to publish a few epilogues about their wedding and life after.

Writing this series has meant so much to me. I started it in college, and it helped me find my way back to writing after too much time away. With and Without was my coping mechanism during COVID. I'm not sure if I've ever shared this (and sorry for the trauma dump), but in 2021, I became extremely sick with COVID. I was part of a big outbreak in my community around that time, so I spent my last few months of college on bed rest, listening to doctors yell at each other in the hallway about whether they could fit me into the ICU and what would happen if they didn't. My recovery was infuriatingly slow, and it was coupled with so many life changes and the crazy decision to still start law school in the fall. With and Without was a place I could escape and process my emotions, and I am forever grateful for that.

I wish I could have finished it sooner when our community was bigger, but I also don't begrudge my time with this story. But it got me though school, and it's time that I thank these characters for their service with their very own happily ever afters.

So, thank you for sticking around and putting up with my long chapters, unplanned hiatuses, and unrelenting angst ❤️

[etcetraetcetra]

•19.11.23• D-22/30•

I swear to God this school is trying to murder us. I just finished exams. I think I did well although results aren’t out yet. But guess what’s out??? The next exam dates. Periodic Test 2 starts from the second week of December and stretches across the entirety of it. Yep. Christmas too. And the syllabus is HUMUNGOUS. Chemistry? We have that Huge ass Hydrocarbons, Organic chemistry (in its entirety), Redox Reactions. Physics? Mechanical property of solids, Fluid Mechanics, thermal physics (that’s 4 chapters in thermal physics unit btw), Oscillation and Waves. UGH I FEEL LIKE MY HEAD IS GOING TO BURST JUST THINKING ABOUT THE SYLLABI. Just why do they like making us this miserable?

Things I did-

Revised old concepts of Organic Chemistry (I forgot everything)

Watch one missed lecture on Tautomerism (I have 4 more left)

Solved questions on Photosynthesis in Higher Plants

Completed Probability (thus finishing 11th grade maths. I am so relieved)

PS The sky is the clearest I have ever seen in my entire life and ironically it’s winter. It helped me calm my anxiety a lot too.

[captain-academia]

Quotes from Aerospace Class

a collection of quotes from 8 semesters of aerospace engineering lectures

Spaceflight

“We have 20 chemical components in our rocket fuel. It’s like making a cake!” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

“So far everyone is calling it Project Gateway. For PR reasons it is illegal to call it little ISS” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“Why breathe?” - Prof. for Aerospace Medicine

“They also built Canadarm2 a little car - because why not?” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“And then they tell you: Boy! You are loosing bone mass!” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“It’s hard to be a combustion chamber” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

about model rocketry: “Never forget: Small boys have small toys and big boys have big toys to play with” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

“That’s the Combustion Chamber. You could easily hide in there!” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

question in class: "So what happens when there is an impending collision event between two satellites in orbit? Do the operators talk to each other or is it more like a high stakes games of chicken?"

Aviation:

"Now. How to make a small fortune? Easy. You first make a large fortune and then you buy an aircraft." - Prof. for Flight Operations

"An Animometer! It's quite obvious what that does!" - Prof. for Flight Operations "So I had to tell them: Sorry, I am a flight instructor. I would like to help but I don't have time to be your maintenance work slave." - Prof. for Flight Operations

Professor, shows video of an exploding aircraft: “The Pilots ejected safely, but the aircraft was not reusable” - Prof. for Structures and Elements

“Flying while unconscious is a bad idea in the long run” - Prof. for Aerospace Medicine

“I don’t remember what the light signals at airports mean... green is good red is bad and if they are shooting at you you flew into a military air zone” - Prof. for Flight Operations

Science & Theory

You don't care if I named this fluid particle Oscar or Barbara" - Prof. for Fluid Mechanics

"Computers are just annoying bullshit if you're trying to do computer science" - Prof. for Computer Science

Student: asks a question about an electric circuit Professor for Electrical Engineering: "There is no rule. It's just magic"

In an incredibly strong German accent: “I have to tell you a secret. When I was at uni - what like 52 years ago... is that right??? Nobody was using Tensors! And you see... I’m still alive! Tensors are not necessary for a happy life.” - Prof. for Mechanics

Prof. for Mechanics, explaining some formula: “What was that one guy called??” Someone: “Pythagoras?” Prof, delighted: YES!

“Electromagnetically speaking we live in a invisible world” - Prof. for Experimental Physics

"Math ASMR?" whispers “K-Vectorspace!” - Prof. for Linear Algebra

Bonus:

when asked about progress on his research: „There are also Business Guys… and they are really ugly! … YEAH! They don’t open their wallet! But I want [fancy carbon fiber material] for my project.“ - Prof. for Material Science

"They set in motion God and the World to support their cause. And by God I mean money and by World I also mean money" - Prof. for Geospatial Data

“Always google with open eyes” - Prof. for Computer Science

in strong Italian accent: “Guys... Why do you always need motivation? ... Are you depressed?” - Prof. for Basic Mathematics

[scotianostra]

24th December 1872 saw the death of William John Macquorn Rankine.

Born in Edinburgh to Barbara Grahame, the daughter of a Glasgow banker, and David Rankine, a civil engineer and lieutenant in the rifle brigade. Although he was the second of his parents children, his older brother David died when young so William was brought up as an only child. It was a strict religious upbringing with his father teaching him not only arithmetical skills but also mechanics. William did not enjoy good health as a child and could only attend school for short periods. Most of his education took place at home with private tutors but he did attend Ayr Academy for about a year in 1828-29 and also for a short while Glasgow High School in 1830.

Rankine's interests were divided between music and mathematics. At first he was strongly attracted to number theory but when he was 14 years old one of his uncles gave him a Latin edition of Isaac Newton's Principia which he read eagerly. For two years from 1836 to 1838 Rankine studied at the University of Edinburgh, attending a wide range of lectures in science subjects, but choosing not to attend mathematics classes. He won a Gold Medal for an essay on The wave theory of light in 1836 and another Gold Medal for an essay on Methods in physical investigation two years later. He did not take a degree but chose to leave university in 1838 and become an apprentice to the engineer John Benjamin MacNeill. This was not Rankine's first experience of engineering for while he studied at Edinburgh University he had worked on the Edinburgh and Dalkeith Railway which his father was overseeing.

From 1839 to 1841 Rankine worked on numerous projects that John Benjamin MacNeill was involved with, including river improvements, waterworks, railways and both harbours. Some of the work took Rankine to Ireland. After his return to Edinburgh he undertook some investigative work with his father and they published An experimental inquiry into the advantages attending the use of cylindrical wheels on railways . Further papers read to the Institution of Civil Engineers were highly thought of and several won Rankine prizes.

Rankine was appointed to the regius chair of civil engineering and mechanics at Glasgow in 1855. As Professor he worked closely with Glasgow shipbuilders on radical improvements to the design of vessels and their engines. He introduced the famous “sandwich courses” that required students to work with local engineering firms during their vacations, and he campaigned vigorously for the recognition of Engineering as a degree subject. Largely through his efforts, a Certificate of Proficiency in Engineering Science was introduced in 1863 and in 1872 the degree of BSc was offered for science subjects including Engineering.

His works on the steam engine, machinery, shipbuilding, applied mechanics, etc., became standard textbooks; and he did much for the new science of thermodynamics and the theories of elasticity and of waves. The thermodynamic cycle for the analysis of the maximum efficiency of a heat-engine or heat pump using condensable vapour as working fluid is still called the Rankine Cycle. The Rankine Theory on earth pressure continues to be featured in geotechnical text books. His manuals of engineering science and practice continue to influence engineering education. They were republished for many decades after their launch in the 1850s and 1860s. He published several hundred papers and notes on science and engineering topics, from 1840 onwards. The Institution of Engineers and Shipbuilders in Scotland, which he co-founded, continues to thrive today.

William John Macquorn Rankine died in Glasgow on this day in 1872, aged 52, he is buried at Sighthill Cemetery

[iamfuckingsorry]

this thesis is gonna fucking kill me, this is fucking comparable to sitting through pchem and fluid mechanics back when in my second year of undergrad.

(pchem lectures mostly consisted of me quietly crying in lecture halls and thinking "fuck this shit i'd rather be unemployed and homeless than work with this shit i'd legit rather be unemployed" on repeat for 2 hours at a time. fluid mechanics wasn't difficult in hindsight and both the lecturer and the TAs were fucking amazing but it took me three semesters to finish that course, there was just something about it that prevented my brain from getting any work done /at all/, only in that one course)

my brain is significantly less efficient at getting anything done than it was back then, too. like i know there's a simple solution to this R problem i've been trying to solve for the past 3 days, i've found a couple of stackoverflow pages that look very close to what i'm looking for, but somehow my brain refuses to look at the code and actually /process/ what it's looking at so that i can copy it and change two lines and have my problem solved

...sigh.

/rant

[liacademia]

day 5/100

solve problems on straight lines

complete lecture 2 + 3 on complex geometry

short notes on gravitation

readings on fluid mechanics

solve problems on solutions

review ionic equilibrium problems + short notes

day 4 review:

heyo pretty peeps <3

sooo today was a good today i'd say, i finished the straight lines lecture finally, it was 7 hours long took me 4 days, i'd say valid but yeah we get to problem solving tomorrow, complex number on the other hand is still a pain in the ass, i couldn't complete the lecture today because my ass got tired but we'll manage tomorrow, the test's approaching and i'm scared shitless, i'm trying to balance the revision and the new material but it's kinda hard, let's hope we get through it!

anyways, how was your day today?? i'd love to hear about it, don't be shy c'mon 🫶🏻

have a good day/night, mwah <33

[abbyspeckhals]

Applying Fluid Mechanics

Just got out of my fluid mechanics lecture and today we learned about piezometric head using pumps to control the flow of a liquid. Sounds familiar right? This is exactly what we use in motor cooling calculations!

Head

Head is a variable related to the total amount of energy available although it has units of length such as meters. The equation for total head can be seen above. It mainly depends on pressure, elevation, and velocity.

The term "head loss" is heard when discussing motor cooling, so now I finally understand what that means. Remember my earlier post on pressure-drop testing? When the water flows through the motor, that decrease in pressure creates a decrease in the pressure head term above. This means the total head in the loop decreases.

Power

We also learned how to calculate the power generated by a pump. This is perfect because we are in the process of spec'ing exactly what pump(s) we will use for our motor cooling loop! The power depends on the amount of liquid flow (Q), the type of liquid (ρg), and the characteristics of the pump (H).

Efficiency

We can also calculate the efficiency of our pump(s) by dividing the net energy out by the energy input.