#like there's a massive one off the A2

[songofwizardry]

ok who had ‘multiple wildfires and grass fires in the UK due to the heatwave’ on their 2022 bingo card because I did not

#london fire brigade have declared a major incident bc there's several fires across the city #like there's a massive one off the A2 #multiple ones in parks in south london #and in more local news #there's a little one down the road from me #i don't think i ever recall seeing so many fire headlines before #this is not a thing that usually occurs #london's burning is trending on twitter #anyway i'm mostly posting this bc my year tags serve as a time capsule for me #and this is WEIRD and ABNORMAL and TERRIFYING and I would like it in my time capsule #we have broken so many temperature records it's ridiculous #and I am a broken record about needing infrastructure to cope with this #anyway #stay safe and hydrated out there pals #ukpol #2022 is an experience #uk heatwave #text post #my post

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Technomaniac!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Technomaniac!Yuu brainrot! 

So basically this Yuu belongs in the High Fantasy Yuuniverse on the human side and they’re absolutely obsessed with technology and becomes unhinged when creating stuff. 

Mayhaps their family ran a robot-related business or a machine-creating business and that’s where their obsession started. Maybe Yuu’s obsession further increased due to the fact that they were a human being in a world full of otherworldly creatures.

In a world of high fantasy, there’s bound to be differing opinions and speciesism can’t be avoided. 

Some creatures thought humans were inferior due to their short lifespans. That they were greedy and ignorant. Some humans were even prejudiced to their own kind. Others thought humans in a more positive light, the fact that they were versatile and determined when it comes to things.

So Yuu with no magic and no super powers strived to be the best in the only thing they knew they could fully control and wanted to prove to everyone that humans weren’t inferior, thus beginning their obsession.

This Yuu has this cute little drone hovering over them all the time because I said so. The drone’s very expressive and acts as a kind of assistant for Yuu. 

So anyway, the day of the entrance ceremony?

Forget Grim opening the coffin, Yuu just ordered the drone to laser through the lid and then kicked it open. 

Seeing this, Grim became startled but then soon after demanded their robe.

“Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait… Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 5, initiating self-defense protocol.” The drone hovering over Yuu’s shoulder turned to an alarming shade of red but before it could do anything, Yuu waved them off gently. “Stand down, A1.”

Yeah, the little drone’s called A1 meaning Assistant 1.

Thankfully, a battle between the force of fire and laser never happened since Yuu saw no reason to wear the ceremonial robe because they felt their clothes were much better and gave it to Grim but only on the condition that Grim become their second assistant.

Grim, too focused on acquiring the robe at all cost, didn’t notice Yuu’s condition.

Anyway, guess what Grim’s nickname is. Yeah, that’s right. It’s A2 for Assistant 2.

Let it be known Technomaniac!Yuu has no penchant for naming. All that’s in their brain is making technological stuff.

I just suddenly thought of Yuu having Doofenshmirtz penchant for naming, just slapping ‘-inator’ at the end of their creation’s names.

Can you imagine an overblot and Yuu just pulls out this strange device and introduces it like:

Yuu: “Behold! Marvel at my ‘Insta-Knockout SlumberBlaster 3000-inator!’ Riddle’s going to definitely go down with this in just one hit!” A1: “With only an approximate 63% chance of dealing concussion! A massive improvement from the previous trials!”  Ace: “Excuse me, only 63%? Wait— Previous trials? Yuu, who did you test it on for you to get that statistic? Yuu? Yuu, come back here! Who did you test it on?! Yuu!”

Another overblot scenario would be…

A1: “Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait…” Someone: “W… Why do you need to determine his threat level??? He’s literally about to kill us???” Yuu: “No, no, let my child cook.” A1: “Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 10. Suggesting course of action: Run.” Yuu: “Okay, now we run.”

Let’s not forget holograms!

Imagine Deuce seeing Yuu facing away from him in the distance so he runs over to them and tries to gain their attention. He tries to tap Yuu’s shoulder but their hand just goes over Yuu’s form, leaving a slight glitch-like effect where Deuce’s hand passes through.

Hologram Yuu looks over to Deuce and says:

“Alas, as I am not here, I disappear.”

Then throws out a peace sign before slowly fading away while still maintaining eye contact.

Now that I think about it, on the first day of their janitorial duties, Yuu was able to make a weird-looking cleaning device out of metal scraps and pieces they found in Ramshackle and it somehow worked.

Well, for the most part anyway. 

Having no windows technically meant nothing to clean so in a way Yuu was doing their job, yes?

Yeah, Yuu broke a few windows and may have contributed to the chandelier also breaking that day so Deuce ain’t the only one at fault for this.

Speaking of, Ace’s first meeting with Yuu.

When he was introducing the Statues of the Great Seven to Grim and Yuu, Yuu turned to him and asked in the most serious voice possible if Ace wanted the statues to be animated by turning it into animatronics.

Ace barely managed to stop Yuu from dismembering the statues.

Technomaniac Yuu at literally everything they can see: “I can make it better!”

Giving broken things to Technomaniac!Yuu to be fixed is a gamble. 

Oh, a toaster? Well, you either get a completely fixed toaster that’s a bit better with warming your bread than before or it turns into a charcoal-maker. There is no inbetween.

Your phone? Oops, might’ve accidentally turned the flashlight function into a flashbang, teehee.

Technomaniac!Yuu is basically the tech support of NRC.\

Or more like tech terror. Tech-rorr, get it? I’m so funny.

Speaking of NRC, Yuu got banned from going to Ignihyde dorm.

That’s because they got too excited seeing all the new devices and technology they haven’t seen before in the dorm and kind of dismantled almost everything to see how it worked.

Ooooo, now that I’m thinking of it, cybernetic body modifications!

Like, what if they got severely injured against one of the overblot boys? Lost a limb or two? Or maybe they already had cybernetic body modifications even before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

Imagine them having an arm kinda similar to the robot arm Princess Bubblegum gifted Finn with the various power tools/weapons functions. There’s probably a rocket launcher function around there somewhere.

 Rook tries to stalk Technomaniac!Yuu but it always ends up being a hologram. Why do you think Rook calls them Trickster?

Wait, can you imagine the dynamic between Technomaniac!Yuu and Malleus?

One’s so bad at technology while the other’s the complete opposite.

Yuu asks Malleus if he wants his phone to be upgraded and suddenly Malleus’ phone has a built-in taser, ultra hd 4k graphics camera and video resolution, live tamagotchi game synchronization and surveillance, 24/7 AI assistance, unlimited wifi, faster internet speed, ultra deluxe storage expansion, the strongest antivirus known to to mankind, and Malleus still doesn’t know how to use his phone.

Yuu learns Briar Valley has technomancy and they’re immediately putting that place as a vacation spot because hello? Combining magic and technology? Can you imagine all the things they could create with those two forces combined? They’d be unstoppable!

Also, the Magicam Monsters stand no chance against Technomaniac!Yuu.

The moment those suckers break into Ramshackle, Yuu would immediately interfere with their gadgets and kick them out if they’re feeling merciful.

If not, well, say hello to the most vengeful virus they’ve ever met in their lives. 

No matter what gadget they change into, the virus will always follow them everywhere in the cyberspace network and break their devices or cause them the most annoying inconveniences. 

Slow internet? You betcha! Wifi symbol on but internet not coming through? Why, it happens almost every other day! Apps failing to open at the most crucial time? Lmao, rofl.

Speaking of gadget, Cater probably asks Yuu to upgrade his phone so he can take better selfies.

Thankfully the upgrade was a success and nothing exploded.

Yuu: “Well, here’s your phone, Cater! New and improved with better camera quality, efficiency, and effectiveness! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I also added an app that I occasionally use called Therapy Bot. Free of charge!” Cater: “Thanks, Yuu! Wait—” Yuu, looking around and leaning in to whisper: “Between you and me, I think everyone in this school could really benefit from Therapy Bot.”

Technomaniac!Yuu the most unhinged yet one of the most sane Yuu variants out there.

#technomaniac!yuu #technomaniac yuu #high fantasy yuu #high fantasy!yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #rawr i live

[helveticandy]

Here is some smut I wrote quite a while back :P. I wrote it before I knew of HDG but i guess I can use it as a stepping stone to writing HDG stuff. The character is a cis female in this one.

TW: non con

Tentacles/vines/sci-fi

Amelia lowers her sleek ship into the pit on the planet’s surface, its blue thrusters kicking up foliage and making the dark plants dance. Its tripod landing gear extends and touches down on the mossy ground, gradually taking the entire load of the ship until the thrusters fully power down, clicking with the undoing of thermal expansion.

Amelia pulls a lever and lowers the loading ramp onto the moist surface. A small laser hologram grabs a few particles in the air, swinging it around making it let off a soft hum. The image warps into a small screen and shows the atmosphere to be breathable and, despite being under a red sun, safe temperatures. Amelia goes back inside the ship for a moment to take off her suit, coming back out in her skin tight jumpsuit and boots, an emergency belt slung over her shoulder as she descends. She had always hated wearing the suits, they got too hot too quick.

The trip had been a long one, the starship’s air always got stuffy after a week or two in the recycler. She had always been tempted to open a few pure oxygen containers to restore the fresh scent but had thought it best to do otherwise.

Amelia takes a long draw of breath through her nose, holding it for a few moments, noting the humidity and greenhouse like smell before exhaling through her mouth. She glances at the hologram.

Time to get this mission done.

She had been sent to this planet so affectionately called [C116-A2] to take readings on the environment. The heavy clouds had obscured the satellites and the probes were all unable to find a foothold due to the ground absorbing their scanner signals. This planet has been a massive resource sink and there are billions more planets to explore. Amelia was essentially a last ditch effort from command before giving up. So she wasn’t given much other than a few basic samplers and a light.

She pushes through the underbrush, the plants are a dark coloration from millions of years of evolution to absorb as much light from their dwarf sun as possible. Amelia gets on her knees and attaches a small white sampler to a leaf. It whirs for a few seconds before blinking green, letting off a cheerful ding, and pricking a hole in the plant like a hole punch. Immediately storing it away in preservative to be taken back to the lab.

Amelia goes around quickly to an assortment of different plants and mosses that cover the environment. Each one chiming in sequence.

She spends the next few Earth hours digging around and recollecting samples. When she is done hauling back all the samples she sits down on the soft ground and lets out an exhausted sigh. Although the nano fabrics of the jumpsuit did their best, sweat was starting to stain it. Nothing a wash can’t fix, she thinks.

She doesn’t even register a nearby plant vine slithering through the brush and opening up to reveal a small prong. By the time she realizes and jumps up to run, its too late, the vine springs forward and stabs into her thigh.

Amelia yelps with shock and rips off the vine. Throwing it back where it came from. Her steps start smoothly but begin to trip over each other as she staggers toward her ship. Her vision tunnels away into a point as she reaches forward. Falling limp onto the ground. Unconscious.

————-

Amelia can feel the dark warmth of the red sun against her eyelids, the ground moist against her back. Her thoughts are a slurry as she tries to form a coherent thought.

What happened?

She tries to roll over but finds that she is incapable of doing so, rings of vines have shackled her to the moss. When she tries to lift her head up another rope of vine has restrained her by the neck. A set of vines squirm against her inner thigh and wrap over where her legs meet her hips into more looping chains of plants.

Shit shit shit. God damnit. I should have worn my fucking suit.

Amelia frantically brings up her cognator to check her vitals.

Pulse, good. Breathing rate, a little higher than normal. Blood, stable. Nutrience, Perfect. Everything is surprisingly ok. Hell, things look great. Wait, what is it doing?!

An exploratory probe vine finds the seam of fabric around her ankle where her jumpsuit meets her skin. It wriggles into the jumpsuit and begins to slither up Amelia’s leg.

Amelia does her best to kick away but the fibers of the vines are like vices. Noticing the fightback, the vine going up Amelia's jumpsuit starts to secrete moisture. Lubricating its way up her back and once around her waist. Eventually to the edge of the jumpsuit’s inbuilt bra.

Amelia arches upward in reaction to the wetness, straining every limb against the foliage. But it strains back, Amelia lets out a sharp and pathetic moan.

It's not hurting me, per say… and my vitals are ok….

She squeezes her thighs together and another vine senses the heat. Bolting for her core. It slides up from the ground and meets the firm fabric protecting Amelia's slick warmth.

No way Im wet from this… I mean… I guess it couldn't hurt…. For science, right?

Amelia untenses her muscles, letting her legs be pulled apart ever so slightly by the vines. The vines take advantage, going up through the thin seams of her sleeves and legs. The jumpsuit strained to keep a skin tight fit. They lubricate themselves and glide across her body, ghosting against her nipple with thin strands while others massage her inner thighs and gently squeeze her neck.

Amelia takes a sharp breath when she feels the two vines on her inner thigh travel to the outer lips of her warmth. Leaving trails of slime. They hold there with a gentle pressure all the while the other vines lift her hips from the ground and spread her a little further. The vines around her outer lips brush against Amelia's clit. She shivers and lets out a soft breath. Feeling herself get a little wetter. The plants feel the moisture and send smaller, string-like tendrils against either side of Amelia's clit and begin massaging out bolts of pleasure that make her hiss out a moan.

The tendril that had laid itself between Amelia's legs digs at the outside of her jumpsuit. Finding a hold and tearing the meticulously engineered nanofiber until there was a hole large enough for it to reveal Amelia's slit to the humid air. The vine draws itself from Amelia's clit down to the source of her moisture. Instinct kicks in and it laps at her warmth, absorbing moisture made with each carnal wave of pleasure. Amelia, through the haze of enjoyment, feels the vines tense up for a moment. The one drinking up her wetness pauses, then, slithers inside of her. It presses up against her g-spot and her mind goes blank. Her muscles in her core and thighs tensing up with the rhythm of the vine within her.

Amelia writhes and moans in ecstasy, the only thing holding her back being the dark, alien vines as she reaches her peak. Falling over the edge into rippling shockwaves of orgasm.

The vines lay Amelia against the soft moss, where they rub out the places they wrapped a little too tightly. Once done, they retreat back into the brush. Leaving Amelia still panting in the quiet clearing in which not moments ago had echoed her moans.

I… Would consider this… successful….

Holy fuck I needed that…

She takes a few moments before getting up, walking to her ship while still shaking with light aftershocks of pleasure and endorphins. She sits in the cockpit, raises up the ramp, completes the startup sequence, and begins her journey to drop off the plant samples at the lab stationed on Europa. She pulls up her holographic screen and marks a personal note about the planet.

[visit again soon]

#tentacles #monsterfucker #monster #scifiart #nsft #cis female #smut

[haunthouse]

least favorite student at work today: person who came in 15 minutes before we closed, ran directly up to the print desk and plugged their flash drive in without even saying hello or how are you or hi i'm here to print is it okay if i plug my flash drive in. gave me their files to print but hadn't bothered to actually resize them to the size they wanted them printed, and when asked would not tell me what size they wanted, just that 8.5x11 was too big for their postcards and they wanted them THIS BIG [holding their hands up in a very vague way meant to indicate a size smaller than 8.5x11]. additional context is that our printers literally have 2 settings and they're 'scale the image to fit on the page' or 'print at 100% whatever size the image already is' so i could not make it smaller for them. so they ran off and shrunk the images (cool), came back and i got them printing (cool), then ran off AGAIN and i was like "hey i need to ring you up" and they went "no i have another file i need to change the size on." five minutes pass. we are now at 6 minutes to closing. they come back. they drop their file. it's too big for our quick easy printer so i ask them what size they want it to be and they go "idk a2?" and i say "i'm so sorry but i do not know what size a2 is, you have to give it to us in inches" and they say "no i just want a2 size, indesign let me export it as a2 size," and i say "sorry but i am not indesign and i need you to tell me in inches" and they say "it's 430 wide" and i say "four hundred thirty inches???" and they say "no" and refuse to elaborate. we are at 3 minutes to closing. i finally get their massive file to load and it's like 25 inches tall, which is too big for our quick printer. i say "do you want it 25 inches tall" and they say "i want it a2" as if we had not already just had this conversation. they keep giving me looks like i'm the stupid one in this conversation. i say "listen we close in 2 minutes, that is not enough time to print something that big, i could print it at 12x18" for you." my boss goes "just print it it's fine" and i quietly seethe because neither of us should have to stay past the time we're meant to close just because some entitled student refuses to google what size they want their prints to be for ten christian minutes

least favorite student of yesterday was the girl who, when i came into work first thing in the morning after 24 hours of one of the worst migraines ive ever had, was standing at the desk on her phone while 5 people waited in line behind her, blocking the computers people have to put their files on, and i said very politely "hey you know there's a line, right, and it's a bit rude to be on your phone blocking the line" absolutely blew up at me, kept blocking the line for five more minutes, and then CAME BACK LATER after the line had been dealt with to tell me how horrifically rude she thought it was that i said that to her and demanded an apology

#kaylee.txt #personally i think if a place closes at 4 and you're standing at the counter arguing with the employee at 3:55. you should not get anything #i'm all for giving people the benefit of the doubt and all but ohhhh my god the way all these students think the entire world revolves #around them. infuriating #like kid you go to art school you are NOT all that. as an art school graduate im allowed to say this

[verdemoun]

rdr2 timewarp au, general gang antics at department stores:

hosea running through why they are going to walmart like it is a mission. do not steal anything, stay with the group. all they need is bedsheets. they are going in for one item. do not wander off.

he looks back to the gang after a very well delivered speech and they're already fucking gone. arthur has vanished. there's a monkey backpack on the ground that sean has somehow yanked off without undoing any of the buckles. lenny went after sean but he was texting jenny so he could probably walk right past sean and not realize.

bessie gently puts her hand on her husband's shoulder and says she'll go try to find arthur, who is usually the only 6'2 man built like a brick wall in the craft section and therefore easiest to locate.

hosea knows the only reason kieran didn't wander off is because he likes pushing the trolley (he may be easily overstimulated by the modern era and only semi-verbal thanks to trauma but he still wants to be helpful however he can!!) but that doesn't stop kieran from being his favorite son for the remainder of the trip.

linen acquired but they still haven't found the rest of the gang so kieran's allowed to pick out one item as a thank you for not running off and letting hosea cling to a shred of sanity. the funny part is kieran has exactly 5 interests and hosea can usually guess what he's going to buy. kieran gets an off-brand oodie (falls under interest no.4 sub-section b - comfort items: oversized clothes)

bessie is too soft on arthur who will always be her baby boy she's known him since he was an angsty teenager and she lets him buy a massive a2 sheet of 300gsm watercolor paper which he absolutely refuses to crease or fold while carrying through the store

sean and lenny are okay not getting anything because they ate an entire tray of free samples while the girl meant to be supervising the stall was too nervous to say anything.

hosea swears he's never taking any of them anywhere again.

#rdr2 timewarp au

[serenity-lattes]

Hit the Lights

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Billy Hargrove

Summary: Billy lived after the s3 finale and became part of the party, and Eddie lived after the s4 finale. The party all gathers at Steve’s to rest and well... there may only be one bed left for the two of them.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and one night stands, brief insecurities. They’re idiots, your honor.

Word Count: 1293

A/N: For my @harringroveson-bingo card, I’m completing my A2 Square, "Only One Bed". As always, thanks to @writer-in-theory for being the best beta in the world!

“Just shut the fuck up and get in the bed, Hargrove,” Eddie groaned, refusing to let Billy sleep on the floor.

Billy raised a hand toward Eddie in a dismissive wave, “No and I’m not gonna argue with you, Munson. Harrington’s got more pillows in this room than there are in my whole house. I’m fine.”

Eddie huffed and got out of the bed, tugging on Billy’s arm, “We had a scary day, you fought like a fuckin’ brute, you deserve a bed. I know I’m pretty, but I think we can keep our hands off each other long enough to get a decent sleep, don’t you?”

Billy merely blinked, he felt like the tv static when the antennas weren’t placed right. Sure, Eddie Munson was pretty, it wasn’t that at all. He just hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since he was like twelve… before his mom left. And those one night stands? No one stayed over at his, and he certainly didn’t stay at theirs, either. So the fact that Eddie Munson was suggesting they share a bed in Steve Harrington’s house, he wasn’t quite sure how to react.

He shrugged Eddie’s hand off and regained his composure, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips, “You think so, huh?”

Thirty minutes ago…

The party piled into Steve’s empty house, dirty, exhausted, and just worse for wear. Eddie and Steve were sporting matching wounds on their sides, then there was Steve, Robin, and Nancy with matching bruises around their necks, Lucas’ eye was swollen shut, Dustin’s leg nearly broke, Billy had his own set of scrapes and bruises, and Max… she was in the hospital and no one knew if she was going to make it.

Everyone was incredibly drained emotionally and physically, but no one wanted to be alone, either.

Everyone took turns in the bathrooms, washing off what they could, getting clean clothes from Steve. Billy helped patch Eddie up the best he could with what they had, and Nancy made snacks so everyone could start to regain some of their strength before going to bed.

Dustin and Lucas were on the couches, Nancy slept in Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s room, Robin and Steve shared his bed, which left Eddie and Billy in the guest room. He didn’t mind sharing a room, but the only problem was, there was one bed. Two guys, one bed.

“I’ll take the floor,” Billy said immediately, grabbing two pillows off the bed before going to search for an extra blanket in the closet, “You got really hurt tonight, you need to get a proper rest, Munson.”

“What? No!”

Now…

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, it almost sounded like you were trying to seduce me and get me in the bed with you,” Billy smirked, silently enjoying the blush creeping up Eddie’s cheeks.

“That- that i-is not,” Eddie stammered, scandalized, “at all what I was trying to do. I was just saying that we both had quite the night and I’m not gonna have you sleep on the floor when this bed is massive and very comfortable.”

Billy’s smirk only stretched further across his face, threatening to be a proper smile. Getting a rise out of Harrington was undoubtedly fun, but getting a rise out of Eddie Munson? Why, nothing could make him happier right now.

“Okay,” Billy hummed, pushing back the covers, “let’s do this.”

He slid into the bed, leaving ample space for Eddie to get in once he picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Hit the lights,” Billy added.

Eddie sucked in a breath and shut off the light before climbing into the most comfortable bed ever. His mattress at the trailer was the same one his uncle had used for years before taking him in. To not feel the springs? Delightful.

Eddie shut his eyes, taking in the situation. Had someone asked him two years ago if he would ever be fighting monsters alongside Billy Hargrove, he never would have believed them, let alone sharing a bed with him in Steve Harrington’s house.

“I can hear you thinking, Munson,” Billy murmured, slowly turning over to face him, “penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie chuckled, raising a hand to cover his red cheeks, despite the dark concealing them quite well, “Just never thought I would be in the same bed with Billy Hargrove, like, at all.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No,” Eddie shook his head, “it’s just a little amusing, is all.”

Billy smiled, thankful the dark could shield his fondness.

“Uh, thank you, by the way,” Eddie whispered, “probably would have been a goner back there without you. So, yeah, thanks.”

“I’d do it again, too,” Billy’s voice lowered slightly, to match Eddie’s, “I haven’t been that scared in a long time. You tell anyone that and I'll throw you back out there, got it?”

A laugh bubbled from Eddie’s chest. Billy Hargrove scared? No, there’s no way, because that would mean that he cared about him. And there’s no way Billy cared about Eddie.

“Got it,” Eddie hummed, turning to face Billy, “my lips are sealed.”

Billy lifted a hand and tugged on a chestnut curl, “smart ass.”

“Oh, but you love it,” Eddie quipped mindlessly.

Billy licked his lips, “If I do?”

Great. To be the ass of yet another joke. The popular kids always found it hilarious to ask “The Freak” out on a date, just to have their friend group burst out laughing when Eddie’s eyes brightened at the thought of someone else actually wanting him. And to this day, he has never had a serious relationship, just people curious about what kind of lay he would be followed by them leaving without so much as a ‘goodbye.’

Eddie furrowed his brows, “Okay, you can quick fucking with me now. It’s fun to mess with the freak, I know.”

“I mean, yeah, but it wasn’t the kind of messing around I wanted to do,” Billy murmured, inching closer to Eddie.

Okay, now this was just cruel.

“Get real,” Eddie moved to shove one of the pillows between them but Billy caught Eddie’s wrist before leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t his best work, it was rushed and all teeth, but he still adored it. Eddie’s lips were so soft and he made the sweetest sound before pulling back with a gasp.

“That was low, even for you,” Eddie grumbled, sitting up.

Billy rolled his eyes, pushing himself up too, “Now what the hell are you on about, now?”

“Fucking kissing me!” Eddie hissed, finally getting ahold of that pillow and walloping him with it, “It would have been one thing if you actually liked me, but making fun of me, man?”

“Actually, I wasn’t making fun of you,” Billy leaned across the bed to turn on the lamp on the end table. He needed to see Eddie’s face and so Eddie could see he was being genuine, “I was flirting with you, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. He’d never once heard his name fall from Billy’s lips. He sat there and blinked stupidly for a minute.

“Woah, woah, woah, you mean to tell me that you,” Eddie pointed a finger at Billy before turning it in toward himself, “like me?”

Billy looked at him as if Eddie had just asked him if the grass was green.

“Yeah, has it not been obvious?” Billy chuckled, reaching over to push a curl out of Eddie’s face. How had it not been evident Billy had a soft spot for the party’s guitar slashing DM?

Eddie gaped again, shocked, incredulous, and incredibly happy.

“So, can we try that kissing thing again?” Eddie whispered.

And well… Billy didn’t need to be told twice.

Harringroveson Bingo Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#eddie munson #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #mungrove #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #harringroveson bingo

[rocknrollsalad]

My first Steve Harrington Bingo fill

Square and prompt: A2 - King Steve Title: For a Bountiful Harvest (and Reprieve From Social Circles) Rating: General Word Count: 3820 Ships: none really, it's not shippy but squint hard and there's Steddie Major tags: talk of human sacrifice (cultural practices), blood (fake) Additional tags: high school, pre-season four, king steve, Eddie the freak Munson, history class, bullies, Eddie POV Summary: It's the age old cliche. Eddie and Steve are paired together for a class assignment and neither is thrilled, but through the power of academia, they learn to get along. Maybe also through the power of Eddie being a dramatic creature and Steve's ability to support nerds. Their presentation on the Aztecs (with only a few creative liberties taken by Eddie) is truly one for the history books AO3 Link: here Mentions: @steveharringtonbingo Author's Note: This is one of those "the story overtook me" sort of things that I'm in love with. Huge thanks to Rin from all the servers because I was supposed to be inspiring them and walked away with this demanding I write it.

There were so many things wrong with repeating World History but Eddie would start that list with taking it with Steve Harrington this time around. If anything was motivation to pass a class the first time, being subjected to this show should have had Eddie earning top marks to avoid it. 

Of course, there was a Steve Harrington in every grade. Some conventionally good looking guy who excelled at some sport and was therefore deemed better than the rest. Rich parents didn’t hurt either. Steve was lucky enough for both. He had the best clothes, a brand new beamer, adept at multiple jock things, and loads of cronies following him around to inflate his already massive ego. 

It was disgusting. 

And this particular little show landed too close to Eddie’s own perfected performance piece as Harrington sat in the back of their shared history class. Day after day, making snide little comments with his little pets Tommy and Carol, and acting like some form of Indiana royalty. 

Which was almost as bad as the collection of people taking up the desks around them, desperate to leech any breath of popularity. Happy to clean up their trash and take notes for them. Maybe if they laughed at the right joke or brought enough cans of New Coke to class they’d be welcomed into the fold. Their desperation nearly suffocated everyone in the room. 

Neither Steve nor Eddie had to try to be rivals, it happened all on its own but neither of them tried to fix that. So Eddie jeered and scoffed when they tried to talk to the teacher and Tommy would knock over Eddie’s books or try and trip him when arrived late. It was as natural as the lion hunting the wildebeest. 

Only this wasn’t the jungle or the desert or wherever lions lived. This was high school (far worse than any jungle if you asked Eddie). The wildebeest wasn’t just hunted but tortured, mocked, and publicly humiliated.

Mrs. Click was playing the part of one of those old-timey hunters, looking for a new rug or head to adorn the wall. Not at all about the thrill of the hunt or looking for sustenance but cold, calculated, and picking off tranquilized animals. She wanted to make the animals suffer, to hurt and crawl towards her so the kill was easier yet still reap the same bragging rights. 

Which is why she partnered Steve with Eddie for a project on the Aztec Civilization. A classic move, an easy one, that teachers had been making for as long as Eddie had been in school. Something about their social status made adults want to pair them up like they’d get a Nobel prize for ending high school cliques. All they did was tranquilize an animal and make the kill that much easier. 

Eddie would have rather been shot between the eyes. A quick death was preferred to the insults and mockery everyone around Steve filled the room with. 

Why did Steve look like he was trying to apologize? 

Being dragged from the watering hole mid-drink would have been better than the awkward way they slid two desks together and didn’t speak for the rest of the period. The only thing that was going to come from this was a fake heartwarming story Mrs. Click would tell other teachers about how she got the Freak and the King to work together. If only she wanted to brag about helping them learn. 

Eddie braced to be awarded another F. Not that he was great at doing his own school work but he’d be damned if he was doing it for Steve fucking Harrington. If he wanted to sit around and not talk, it was no skin off Eddie’s back. In fact, it’d be the only F he was proud of. 

It likely wasn’t a hardship for Steve either, unfortunately. He’d pass this class regardless of his performance. Somehow getting a ball through a hoop meant you didn’t need to know about history or math or sentence structure or geography or how to bake a pie or have a personality. None of that would be useful to know. 

For what it was worth, Eddie could bake a mean blueberry pie. 

Steve decided to be good at more than sports and threw a surprise at Eddie. After school he came jogging across the parking lot, all dressed and ready for practice, heading right for Eddie’s van. 

It wasn’t at all a confusing sight that made it hard to hear his name being called or remember how to open the door to his van because that would be weird. If Eddie dropped his keys, well, that had nothing to do with anyone panting and forcing friendly banter, his fingers just slipped. 

He listened as Steve explained how he hated working in the classroom, there was too much happening and everyone wanted to talk all the time. If Eddie was serious he could come over and they could work on the project at Steve’s place. It was quiet, his parents were going to a party tonight and then he promised pizza. Ending it all with a smile that could book him toothpaste ads for the rest of his life, Steve jogged away. “See you at seven” called out over his shoulder and Eddie didn’t remember agreeing to come. 

Eddie looked around his van, wondering if maybe it was some Delorean-esque situation. As he unlocked the door he looked for some sort of Flux Capacitor to slip him back to the correct dimension. He was obviously in the wrong one. Back in his dimension, he’d never have been allowed to drive the streets of Loch Nora, let alone allowed in one of the houses. Here he had an invite and someone who would willingly let him in those richie-rich bastard’s houses. 

Against his better judgment, Eddie followed through. He showed up at the Harrington house where only a very cozy and tired-looking Steve waited for him. Tommy and Carol were nowhere to be seen, Eddie didn’t have to park blocks away, and Steve didn’t laugh at him for actually showing up. 

Thankfully Eddie had managed to squash whatever weirdness happened in the parking lot. A temporary lapse in judgment but he was better now. The jury was still out on whether or not he was in the right dimension, though. 

The house was truly beyond anything Eddie could have dreamt up. So much empty space and yet so many things that couldn’t be touched. There were rules for everything, rules that existed long before Eddie walked in the door. Most came with apologies. 

Larger-than-life Steve Harrington was nowhere to be found. He was quiet, said little as he gave the grand tour, and almost seemed excited to provide. Pushing the pizza like it was going bad, offering every drink under the sun, but nothing was as hilarious as the offer to go for a swim. 

Eventually, they got to work. Reading their textbooks and taking notes was a little tough, Steve stopped every couple of paragraphs to ask Eddie how to say a word or what something meant. Answers Eddie easily provided, he didn’t mind, but it was unexpected. Eddie wondered if this was why Steve didn’t like working at school. He didn’t dare ask but it broke his heart a little.

So much of their time was spent talking and eating that when the time came for Eddie to head home, they hadn’t finished the assigned reading. Both promised to read the last page on their own but when Steve asked if Eddie would come back in a couple of days, Eddie nearly passed out. 

Once was more than high school laws allowed, it was flirting with danger to come back again. For both of them. What felt more surprising was the way Eddie’s mouth said yes before his brain could compute their social standings and all the ways this was inevitably going to go wrong. He’d had a good time, there was no actual crime in wanting to do that again, right? 

In total Steve invited Eddie over four separate times to work on the project. Every time he had a pizza either there or on the way. He did the work even though they both lost focus quite a bit, but neither really wanted to do this project. Eddie was still sure he’d traveled to a different dimension but in this one, he was going to get a good grade on something. Wayne was going to be so proud!

The Aztecs were pretty badass though and it made the work easier. Eddie wanted to focus on the bits where they tried to fight off the Spanish but Steve wanted to take a safer path and just regurgitate the encyclopedia entries. A path that would get them both a solid C and Eddie was in no position to turn that down but it was too boring. If Eddie was really going to do this, he wanted to do it all the way.

Inspiration struck when they learned about human sacrifices. Eddie stood on the dining room chair, palms flat on the table, leaning across the entire thing to get into Steve’s face, and begged him to let their presentation end with this information. Steve could rattle off all his boring facts from his cute little note cards but Eddie wanted to talk about sacrificing human beings to appease the gods and stop them from enacting vengeance. A compromise that took great strength on Eddie’s part. 

Steve relented easily. There was a grumpy little look that went with it like it hurt him to do it, but he was such a pushover that Eddie had to hold his breath so he wouldn’t laugh in the face of his victory. Steve did lecture him about standing on the chairs but it couldn’t be heard through Eddie’s cheers of victory.

After that Eddie poured everything he had into gaining as much information about this as possible. All their coursework should be this metal. The last time Eddie worked this hard at something he was auditioning for the school band. 

Three weeks of preparation wasn’t enough. Eddie needed another week just for costumes and half the books he had coming from other libraries hadn’t made it yet. There was too much left to learn. Yet he found himself at the Harrington house once more, the night before the project was due and they’d be forced to stand in front of the class and say they’d successfully worked together. An aspect of this Eddie hadn’t prepared for. 

Steve seemed weirdly nervous about the presentation, he read his cards with stilted words and obvious nerves. Eddie watched for far too long, the headdress he was making between his hands as his eyes followed Steve’s endless loop around the dining room table. Rattling off dates and kicking himself for saying them backward. Without a trace of his title, Steve wasn’t recognizable and Eddie selfishly wondered what it would be like to know this version. Though this version was incredibly frustrated. 

Letting Steve struggle for a while (not at all so he could keep watching), Eddie finally caved. He wasn’t totally heartless. Catching Steve as his lap passed Eddie’s chair, he blocked the way. 

“You’re in your head, man. Chill.” 

“I’m not going to get up there and say this all wrong.” 

“You know the stuff. I know the stuff. If you have a dog, it knows too. You’ve been saying it forever.” 

“And I keep mixing up the year every time.” 

“I mean, if you’d have stuck with my plan you wouldn’t have to rattle off a bunch of facts and numbers. I’m just saying.” 

“Is it too late?” 

Eddie froze, like if he moved too suddenly, the offer he thought he heard would disappear. “You wanna? Yeah? I mean, we could do it but you’d have way less time to prepare.” 

“Sometimes we have to change the play at the buzzer, right? Get the win?” 

“I have no idea what that means,” Eddie stood up straight, head dropped to the side and staring at Steve, challenging him to further that analogy. 

Steve was silent for a moment and Eddie thought he’d pushed too hard but Steve sighed. “Is yours better?” 

Fists in the air, Eddie took his own lap around the table. Once he returned to Steve, he grabbed the other by the shoulders and shook him with excitement. “Your friends are going to make fun of you but you’re going to get an A.” 

They worked out a few things and Eddie could swear Steve some of that rich boy smarm was lost in the excitement. He told a rapid-fire version of the story he’d fallen in love with and tasked Steve with some tracing for the poster. Something he immediately interrupted and asked for some coffee. 

A quick call to Wayne to say he wasn’t coming home that would have been quicker but Wayne thought “I’m staying over to finish a project for school” was a piss poor excuse and it took Eddie a minute to convince him it was the truth. They both chugged their cups of sugar and coffee as they worked to turn this all around and into what Eddie wanted to do the whole time. Steve followed his command, offered input, and even a few ways to improve things. In return, Eddie didn’t gloat or mock him for getting into it. Or for having the right idea first.

It was harder than either of them had ever worked on an assignment yet they both agreed it was a little fun. By four am everything was as done as it was going to get. They loaded it up in Eddie’s van and he peeled out to go take a nap and shower before school. 

He fought his sleep-deprived brain every time it wanted to think about the way a very tired Steve would giggle at nothing or that sometimes when he stretched out his shirt would ride up his stomach. Eddie needed to lock those thoughts away deep. To not give them a name, don’t think them, hide them all away because after this project order would be restored. 

Eddie’s Delorean would take him back to his timeline where he was the Freak and the butt of every joke. Where he didn’t get passing grades or excited about schoolwork. It’d be a relief but he’d miss this all a bit. 

Fourth period came painstakingly slow. Eddie almost bailed because waiting was too hard. The only thing that kept him at school was his excitement to show off his hard work. And perhaps the smallest touch of solidarity with Steve. When he wasn’t busy stressing this was some elaborate prank and that everything had all been a show. 

Finally, he made his way through the halls with all his prepared materials, most of which were not asked for. Nerves began to settle in his stomach, mixing with the excitement and reminding Eddie of the first time, way back in second grade, when he told some made-up story at lunch and had his classmates hanging on his every word. Just like so many lunches after that, Eddie could do this. That fluttery stomach and sweaty palms just meant it was going to be good.   

Thanks to Steve’s last name, they showed up a little sooner in the ever-so-original alphabetical order Mrs. Click went with. Munson likely would have been pushed to tomorrow. Still, they were six places away from the first Eddie wanted to be. 

Eddie didn’t hear a single thing anyone said before him. He sat in his “assigned” seat, arms folded on his desk and his leg bouncing underneath rather than propped up on a chair in front of him. That desk had their poster and the royal headdress he’d made as well as a few other props to keep Steve on his toes. Eddie’s power nap didn’t happen and he had to entertain himself somehow. 

Steve also sat in his seat, whispering with Tommy about whoever was presenting and looking nothing like the guy Eddie had left last night. He couldn’t help but wonder if Tommy had ever seen that version. Did he appreciate it if he did? 

Finally, their names were called and Eddie nearly knocked his desk over trying to get up. It started Steve’s friends in on the mockery quick but Steve brushed it off. Not a “yeah I know but I have to do this” but a “he’s just like that”. It was the nicest insult that had ever been tossed Eddie’s way. 

Set up took a minute and Eddie felt a bit like he was going to puke but they were finally off and running. Flawlessly, Steve read from the cards with Eddie’s dramatic retelling of the story of the gods ripping a reptilian monster apart to create the earth as we know it. From the skies to the oceans, each coming from the body parts of this monster just for us. 

Steve didn’t do the voices, which Eddie would have, but he read with confidence. A small bit of stammering and he did transpose a couple of words, not that Steve noticed, he just kept on reading. Eddie mouthed along off to the side.

Once the explanation of who the gods were and why they were important, Eddie took over. Explaining that gods needed to be well nourished and the only way to feed them was with blood. The blood of humans! Not entirely true but he took some storytelling liberties with the facts. It wasn’t from their textbook and Mrs. Click wasn’t going to fact-check this. 

The green paper headdress was placed on Steve’s head and Eddie crowned him a literal king rather than figurative high school royalty. Tommy and a couple of other boys offered up laughs and wolf whistles but the rest of the class listened as Eddie tossed out random facts.  

With the king crowned and Eddie’s props in place, he faced his audience and felt truly in his element. His stomach had settled, his mind cleared, and the only thing he knew now was appeasing the gods. To thank them for all they’d blessed us with. This was what he was meant to do. All eyes were on him as he weaved a fantastical (mostly true) story, ramping up to the exciting climax.

“It was a great honor to be picked, the Aztec people wanted to sacrifice themselves. This wasn’t a job for criminals or low lives, no one was making examples out of these people. They were heroes. Appeasing the gods so that the rest of the people remained free of the wrath that could be released at any time!” 

Brandishing the prop knife, he pointed it at Steve as his own heart rate increased, pounding in his ears. 

“The king! He’s selected me. A great honor.” Leaning over toward Mrs. Click, Eddie whispered in as unassuming of a voice as he could get right now. “Don’t worry it’s a prop, I borrowed it from the theatre class. With permission.” 

More liberties with the facts but, again, no one needed to know. Turning back, Eddie was surprised to find Steve standing tall, chin raised as he looked down on Eddie with pride. He was playing his part, however subtle it was, and Eddie gave a quick gasp and a wink. 

Participation like that was a mystery no one had time to solve. It made it that much harder to know that it would all go away, and become nothing more than a memory in just a few hours. Something Eddie couldn’t think about right now as he turned back to his audience. 

“So my people may prosper, I give myself to the gods!” 

After that proclamation, Eddie dropped to his knees. A couple of kids in the middle of the class stood up to get a better view. With a less-than-subtle move, Eddie pulled the blood pouch he’d made at home from his pocket and held it against his chest. Stabbing through with the knife, it poured over his hands, down his chest, and all over his pants. 

Giving this death his all, Eddie groaned and croaked. He drifted toward the ground until he was sprawled out in a puddle of corn syrup and food coloring. Wayne was going to kill him for using up the corn syrup but if Eddie was quick, he’d never know. 

His class, however, knew exactly how much had been used as the pool beneath him grew and wrapped around the leg of the nearest desk. Eddie lay there listening to the murmurs which seemed mostly positive until the “Edward Munson!” came from Mrs. Click. 

Steve leaned down and whispered “What the fuck are you doing, man. She’s so pissed. If you cost us our grade I’m going to actually kill you.” 

It was hard not to laugh at that threat. Eddie gave his death a few more seconds before he sprung to his feet. The last bit of fake blood flung across the room and as innocent as Eddie tried to play, Mrs. Click was not impressed. 

The class, on the other hand, applauded. Eddie wasn’t expecting that but he happily took a bow, soaking it all in. After he stood back up, he held his hand out for Steve. A gesture that was accepted and Eddie pulled Steve up to stand next to him so they could both take a bow. Of which they took three. 

Mrs. Click could carry on and on about how they’d have to clean this mess up, Eddie expected that much, it wasn’t going to ruin this feeling. Which was mostly the attention he was receiving for his story, his little show, but there was something special about the warmth in his blood-smeared hand. An unlikely connection and a few…small returning butterflies bouncing around Eddie’s stomach. 

The next group had to present over to the side as Eddie, a garbage can, and a whole roll of paper towels cleaned up the fake blood. A bit of work he didn’t mind at all. Even though it didn’t clean up easy. Over the boring presentation about Aztec temples, Eddie could hear Carol ask “What the hell was that?” 

“My presentation,” Steve scoffed in a way that made her sound like the idiot for daring to ask and Eddie was wrong. The high of putting on a show was nothing compared to those two words and that snark. 

Steve should have mocked him and joined in with his buddies like he always did. Instead, he almost stuck up for Eddie. A squint and it can be seen sort of situation. Worst case, he claimed half ownership in something his friends wanted to mock. At this point, if they didn’t get an A, Steve wouldn’t have to kill him. Eddie would truly and sincerely sacrifice himself for the King.

#to be posted on ao3 later #fun little fic #challenge: steve harrington bingo #feeling: accomplished

[southern-tundra-iterators]

[Heads up, cause this is a long writing piece with some character backstory]

PRIVATE LOG #### DATE: ----.--- {{Recorded conversation, all users anonymous}}

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A1: So...could you tell me more about this proposed idea of yours for a highly confidential project? A2: Imagine a scenario when the Great Problem has been solved by the iterators or by some other currently unknown means...and then what? A1: What about that kind of situation..? A2: What would happen to the robots afterwards? Do we have a plan for them, when The Great Problem has been finally solved or when we ascend by another way? Will they just be left behind? A1: Well, not really. They simply will have finished what they were built to do and not much else happens other than them working on smaller problems or they will continue working on their main task, I would assume. They're biomechanical robots that do exactly as we purpose them to do, they're nothing like us or even the small animals. A2: I wouldn't be so sure they're that simple. According the message logs within the local group I've found in the main computer's archives, it seems like they're starting to show preferences to certain things and even reply in a more emotional manner at times. A1: Hmm...your main point of all this being..? A2: I am saying that things may go awry if they're left unsupervised or already have solved The Problem. I highly doubt simply abandoning them would be such a good idea...considering how we saw that they could feel and even think on their own. A1: I believe you might be over-exaggerating on this and I don't view this issue as a severe one...But regardless, I will listen to what you have to offer. A2: What if there existed an iterator that would think of an efficient way to fully destroy other iterators and then itself? A1: ......That is an outlandish idea, to put it nicely...Surely you're well aware how they are built, correct? They are massive biomechanical superstructures relying even on microbes within their processing strata to function. You'd have to destroy every last inch of the iterator to fully kill them off. And besides, you would get yourself into deep trouble if other architects found you and your group out trying to design this creation with its intended purpose A2: Yes, I completely understand, however their inner ecosystem is still small in comparison to the entire world's and they are...different in a karmic sense. They're not the same. The iterator will not a superstructure of its own, it will be fused with another that we are planning to build using an intricate malware code that contains iterator genome. It will silently create and upgrade itself from within, without anyone noticing for a long time before it's too late. A1: I also have another reason to doubt your idea...I remember that our architect groups still are in a massive conflict of ''correct'' ideals in regards of religion and beliefs. I'm only listening to you because we share mostly the same beliefs and you have helped me a lot in the past, however I suspect that you could just be doing this out of spite against them, which is not what I would fully support. Your suggested method for this iterator's conception makes me question the motive further. A2: Now, now, let's slow down a bit, shall we? Yes, it is true that I do hold anger against some groups due to reasons you said, I will not deny it. But the world and the iterators we may soon leave behind are things I care about more, believe me. Our kind was already driven mad into reaching great painful lengths because of the cycles and immortality...the robots will be subjected to the same fate with the addition of purposelessness and taboos. A1: ... A2: I will pay you very generously in your cooperation and your identity will be fully protected. This conversation and group effort never happened in the first place. Do we have a deal? A1: ...I need to think about it.

#rain world ask blog #rain world art blog #rain world oc #rw oc #iterator oc #rain world #writing

[dollsonmain]

Got a little break after That Guy full completed GoW and turned it off and went downstairs to look at the newly labeled shelves.

The shelves are fine, but it feels like every solution causes many more problems than before.

Like yes, the to sell items are much more organized, visible, accessible, etc. but now I have the issue of finding a place for the fourth shelving unit.

And now there are labeled places to put finished ponies to help me differentiate between duplicates but now I have to figure out how to know which pony is where.

I don’t know I have dupes until I go and start going through photos.

Right now they’re labeled by gen set name yyyymmdd [that the before photos were taken] for example “MLP G1 Brush n Grow Princess Glittering Gem 20231002” and if there are two, one is …20231002 A and the next …20231002 B etc.

Adding an A0/A1/A2 or whatever to the file name is no problem, but knowing which one is MLP G1 Brush n Grow Princess Glittering Gem 20231002 and which is MLP G1 Brush n Grow Princess Glittering Gem 20220305 is difficult without the ponies in the same place as the photos because they could easily have been completed and their after photos taken on the same day which would put them in similar places on the shelves.

So.

Another frustrating problem arising because the computer that houses the photos is upstairs and the ponies themselves are downstairs.

I suppose I could haul dupes up stairs, ID them, mark them somehow (string maybe), add their shelf ID to their file name, and then make sure I put the correct pony on the correct side of the correct shelf.

Somehow.

…

I can’t really put too much thought into it today because it’s the weekend which means I’m not allowed to do anything other than watch That Guy play games.

God of War: Ragnarok was a lovely game. Heart wrenching story, massive character development, characters with character, beautiful art, good animation, few bugs.

Next up he has another deeply involved, long playing game: Xenoblade Chronicles 3. Eh.

[cerenemuxse]

Initially, I thought Cailitn and Connor were twins or at least the same class.

I'm going through and updating my Docs and Sheets on the characters right now, and I've been considering making them British engines instead of American engines. It just makes much more sense to me as well as helping with the size issue. American engines are typically massive. Take this photo of LMS 6229 Duchess of Hamilton (streamlined) and a BO P-7 class for example.

Source

To clarify, I love Caitlin and Connor as they are! Definitely two of my favorite CGI-only characters from T&F, but I just don't think their basis are correct for this. Think about it.

The Earl is ALL about preservation and to me, it just seems like he'd be more interested in preserving non-streamlined steam engines more than streamlined steam engines. Maybe that's a better reason as to why he chose Caitlin and Connor, but unless he's having them travel all over the United Kingdom, why would they be streamlined. Originally, I assumed they would go to Barrow-in-Furness from Ulfstead Castle with no stops, which is somewhat the case.

And then their size becomes the issue. I'm trying to stick as close as to real-life circumstances as I can, and having them be cut down to size isn't an option I want to default to when it comes to American steam engines working on the North Western Railway. I'm already using the "they were just built different for UK railways" storyline for another character.

So I'm currently considering the following locomotives:

LNER A4s: I know I questioned the streamlining situation but I think it makes more sense for them if I do have them travel the majority of the United Kingdom to collect passengers for Ulfstead Castle. This would be an interesting option because they'd act so differently to Spencer, considering they're privately owned like him.

LMS Coronation Class: This is could work either way because I'm also considering the possibility that the journeys had to be stopped at Barrow-in-Furness when dieselisation happened and the last of the steam engines were withdrawn from service. At that point, streamlining is unnecessary so the casings are removed.

LMS Princess Royal Class: If I decide not to go the streamlined route or I want to make one of them a different class.

These were chosen for multiple reasons, those being:

I would like to keep the single survivors as they are, like Blue Peter, Tornado, Flying Scotsman, and Duke of Gloucester, which they will be joined by Hengist, a BR Standard 6. This already knocks off the LNER Gresley A3s, LNER Peppercorn A1s, LNER Peppercorn A2s, BR Standard 8, and BR Standard 6.

Go for a class that isn't made up of one example, such as the single BR Standard Class 8, Duke of Gloucester, and GWR 111, The Great Bear.

Cannot be classes that have already been used, keeping that heavy diverse of classes on the Island of Sodor and character roster in general. This knocks off the SR Merchant Navies, as well as the SR Battle of Britians and West Countries, and the LMS Royal Scots, rebuilt and unrebuilt for all three.

Not to use any recent classes, specifically BR. This crosses off the BR Standard 7.

Drop classes that wouldn't have survived by at least the 1950s. This crosses out the LNER Raven A2s and GWR 111.

The 4-8-4 configuration is a definte "No." It was considered to be too much by the LNER when the Hush Hush was released into traffic. Even though it was rebuilt with the body of a A4, it still retained its wheel configuration. It just seems too much for the NWR, considering its size. Its slightly bigger than the Furness Railway from what I've gathered. (If not, they're about the same size.)

These are the engines from the UK that I have listed so far, so I have still have more classes to sift through. The American steam engines are already a "No," due to their massive size. I have the following that could be really good candidates, because I'm pretty damn sure the Earl would love to preserve/operate a foreign engine. It just screams like something he would do. However, this list contain streamliners.

New South Wales C38 class: This one because they look similar to the Hudsons. Like the LMS Coronations, their casings can be removed to unveil the nonstreamlined version. Built in the 1940s.

Source: Wikipedia

Iraqi State Railways PC class: Similar design to the streamlined LMS Coronations with the valenced similar to those of the LNER Gresley A4s. Purely streamlined. I haven't found a photo where its not streamlined. Built in the 1940s. Only international option I've chosen that doesn't have any survivors to this day.

Source

DRB Class 01.10: Another streamlined engine that can have its casings removed. Built in the 1930s.

Source: Wikipedia

"But wait a minute, you just said this about the streamliners-" yeah I did but here's the thing. Connor and Caitlin are KNOWN AS streamliners. They're known to be different to the other engines and extremely fast. I would like to keep that as the first thing you know about them. They're ✨ streamlined ✨.

But then here comes another issue (this is post is so damn long- wut 😭)

I want to make "Best Engine Ever" canon to EoSR but I can't think I can pull off how dangerous it becomes since all of the examples I've mentioned have front buffers and they don't really have skirts, excluding the Iraqi State Railways PC class.

With all of this taken into consideration, I'm definitely leaning towards the New South Wales C38 as Connor's basis, just because the front reminds me of his T&F basis. They're green which is closer to the teal/blue Conor is originally in. As for Caitlyn, I'm somewhat considering the Iraqi State Railways PC class. It's a very good candidate, in my opinion, but the paintwork is what's throwing it off. I don't want to end up with two green engines, though it looks like the PCs used a mint green.

I'm just not entirely convined by the UK steam engines, though technically the Iraqi State Railways PC engine is English since this basis was built in England.

These classes were built mostly before BR era (C38s: January 1943 - November 1949 & PCs: 1940), they look smaller than the American engines and about the same size as the UK built engines, and they have visual aspects that remind me of their original basis from Thomas and Friends. Neither class only has a sole survivor. The Iraqi State Railway PCs having no surivors while the New South Wales C38s have four survivors. Neither class is made up of one example or been used as a basis for another character. Both classes survived past the 1950s and early-1960s, with the lastest withdrawal being that of a C38 in 1970.

So this is my overly-complicated and probably unnecessary analysis/research for Connor and Caitlin's new basis because I'm weird and want to stick as close to the real-world as much as I can. I wrote this within the span of two days because i was doing research as I was writing this so consider this post as a bunch of notes (which is part of the reason why I kept contradicting myself when it came to streamlining 🤡).

#her train of thoughts #ttte caitlin #ttte connor #engines of sudrian rails by muxse #long post #tw long post #cw long post #not my photos #pretty sure this is my longest post 😭 #ty Tumblr for having the ''Read More'' feature :''''D

[charlesandmartine]

Friday 24th February 2023

The open road beckons again today setting off from Toowoomba on our quest for Roma about 359km on the A2 in total. This section of the journey takes us further inland and north. Everything is topsy turvy down under. IE southerly winds welcome at home, here they come from the Antarctic. Travelling north at home means colder, travelling north here means it's getting hotter! Anecdotal I'm sure. Nonetheless the temperature has started to climb and there's that beautiful warm all over temperature when you step out of the car and even the breeze does nothing to chill.

First stop, Dalby where there's a choice of route! So the very cheery tourist information ladies helped us decide. That and the flat white and raspberry muffin delivered from a well recommended café. Once confirmed that the A2 is the route then the die is cast and there can be no deviation. The route comes close to the second longest man made structure, the Dingo fence that's 5600km in length crossing Australia from the Darling Downs to the Nullarbor Plains. Dalby is smack in the middle of cotton picking country although the crop is now in and so the only signs of this industry at this time of year are the small green plants with the promise of a crop for next season. Cotton soon gives way to vast flat open fields of wheat, also harvested by now, stored away in the massive grain silos, serviced by long road trains plying up and down between farms. A favourite crop here would appear to be Sorghum, a rather important ingredient for the manufacture of Aussie Weetabix. We pass Chinchilla then onto Miles. Named after one William Miles who on 19th January 1855 brought a whole ship load of immigrants to Queensland. To celebrate this grand event we had lunch at Chinaman's Creek, so called because part Chinese, part Mongolian Sam Ah Lee set up camp here. He was a market gardener which sounds innocent enough but the judge thought supplying opium to the Aborigines was outside his remit. So he was banned from the place. However, the Creek is now better known for the Tropical Waterlilies Numphea Gigatea var. Neorosea growing here, which are extinct in their own native country. They are thankfully abundant here in this creek providing someone keeps an eye on the water level. The Creek itself might by some be described as a large pond but it is absolutely stacked with these beautiful vibrant Waterlilies in both pink and blue hues. A truly delightful scene within a rather dusty environment.

Sandwich taken care of and adequate admiration of the Waterlilies duly given, we plodded on in the direction of Roma.

Big event. Soon after leaving Miles in the rear view mirror, we passed a huge sign saying 'Welcome to the Outback'. It's official we are now in the outback and likely as not no-one will ever see us again. Soon after the sign, we saw another enticing us to Judd's Lagoon. Well how could you resist, we had to find out what Judd had by way of a lagoon, so despite the protestations of the lady in Google headquarters we went off to explore. Shackles were rising I guess in Mr Avis's department, but most of the road was sealed so it ought to be okay. After 4km we found Judd and his lagoon and very pleasing it was too. A couple of camper vans had found it before us but otherwise it was totally peaceful. We were then able to rejoin our route. Miss Google maps then totally mistrusting our intention to follow her advice ever again announced "turn right in 55kms". Clearly making a point, we heard nothing from her for 45 mins. The roads are long, very straight and practically empty and before long we were pulling into the Explorer Motel for the next couple of nights. Too tired to cook we found cod and chips down the road at the Blue Shed Fish and Chip Shop a highly agreeable alternative washed down with Aussie beer from the bottle shop.

Temperatures reached 34 degrees today, warm enough for Martine to slip gracefully into the motel pool. We are hoping for more days like this.

[echoesofdusk]

With Steam summer sale kicking off, I want to make a post with my personal video game recommendations (totally not shilling)

Starting off with... the fairly obvious.

AI: The Somnium Files

This murder mystery VN full of dirty jokes, puns and references to other media as well as mentions of urban legends has changed my life for worse. Play it!

Digimon World Next Order

This is a vpet/RPG hybrid where you have to look after two Digimon partners while also exploring the Digital World and recruiting Digimon to rebuild a city. It's on the grindier side but once you get the hang of everything it gets rather addicting. The PC version features a run button and a beginner mode, something the PSVita and PS4 versions didn't have.

Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth Complete Edition. This is a collection of PS2 esque traditional turnbased RPGs. Like Next Order, these are on the grindy side but the grinding is extremely satisfying and building the optimal Digimon team is a lot of fun. Also great to play while doing something like listening to podcasts.

.hack//G.U. Last Recode

A remastered HD collection of PS2 RPGs featuring a brand new and original fourth episode unique to this collection. These games are are actually set in an MMORPG and you play as the protag's player avatar, Haseo. Track down the mysterious Tri-Edge and unravel the mysteries of The World.

Klonoa Phantasy Reverie Series

A collection of two classic scrimblo 2D platformers remakes, Klonoa: Door to Phantomile and Klonoa: Lunatea's Veil. Cute visuals, simple yet engaging gameplay, catchy music and stories which may or may not make you cry.

NieR Automata

BECOME AS GODS

Tales of Vesperia: Definitive Edition

A really cool and fun action RPG with visuals that aged REALLY well. An all around classic with a fun protagonist.

BlazBlue Centralfiction

A really fun 2D anime fighter with lots and lots of characters and tons of mechanics, now also with rollback!

Super Kiwi 64

(I know this game is rather cheap when not on sale to begin with but I'm plugging it anyway shhh)

This is a cute and fun bite sized 3D platformer that harkens back to 90s platformers, particularly the Nintendo 64 ones. The movement is really tight and fun and the game takes around an hour or so to 100%. Highly recommended for quick breaks between huge games!

Snake Pass

An unconventional 3D platformer in which you don't jump and maneuver through the air with complicated movements but instead slide, crawl and climb as a snake. With beautiful visuals, cute and colorful characters, unconventional but fun gameplay as well as music by David Wise, you can't go wrong with this one!

#hazy rambles #game recommendations #steam summer sale

[laocommunity]

Tom Cruise's Death-Defying Bike Stunt: Day One On Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Takes Hollywood By Storm

Tom Cruise's Death-Defying Bike Stunt: Day One On Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Takes Hollywood By Storm Tom Cruise's Death-Defying Bike Stunt: Day One On Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Takes Hollywood By Storm The adrenaline-pumping stunts in the "Mission: Impossible" franchise are not a new thing. But with each new installment, Hollywood's superstar Tom Cruise manages to take the daredevilry to new heights. On the first day of filming for "Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning," Tom Cruise pulled off a death-defying bike stunt in Norway that left the whole film industry in awe. The Stunt that Took Hollywood's Breath Away Tom Cruise, who is known for performing most of his stunts himself, is fearless when it comes to pushing the limits. On the first day of filming for "Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning," Tom Cruise demonstrated his bravery by embarking on a bike chase that required him to jump off an incredibly high ramp, screaming and flying through the air before landing safely. His bike skidded causing his body to hit the ground with some impact, but he immediately got up and ran to his crew to do it all over again. The whole team was in awe of Cruise's bravery, determination and ability to perform such a risky stunt. Behind The Scenes of The Stunt Tom Cruise performed the stunt in Norway as part of the "Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning" shoot. The film producers chose the rugged terrain of Norway to shoot a thrilling bike chase between the lead characters, and Tom Cruise was more than happy to perform the stunt himself. Several professional bikers, stunt doubles and crew members stood by as Cruise executed a trick that had never before been done on the big screen. The danger of the stunt cannot be understated; it involved making a massive leap into mid-air, with the bike suspended for several seconds before landing. The moment was spectacular, and one that had everyone on set gasping for breath. The Significance of Tom Cruise's Stunt The stunt that Tom Cruise performed on day one of the filming was symbolic of Hollywood's growing reliance on real actors performing real action sequences for films. Tom Cruise has long been a pioneer in this field, with many of his stunts- such as jumping off buildings and hanging from planes- becoming legendary in the film industry. The bike stunt he performed on this day showed that Hollywood is moving into an era where real actors must perform high-risk stunts, even if that means putting themselves in danger. This move towards realism will give audiences an experience they'll never forget and will, without a doubt, take Hollywood by storm. FAQS Q1. How dangerous was Tom Cruise's bike stunt? A1. Tom Cruise's bike stunt was one of the riskiest stunts performed on film to date. He made a massive leap into mid-air with the bike suspended for several seconds before landing. Several professional bikers, stunt doubles and crew members stood by to ensure that the stunt was executed safely. Q2. Was Tom Cruise scared while performing the stunt? A2. Tom Cruise is known for his love for pushing the bounds when it comes to executing action sequences. It's unclear if he was scared during the stunt, but he executed it perfectly, showing great skill, determination, and bravery. Q3. Did Tom Cruise perform the stunt without any safety harnesses? A3. Although it looked like Tom Cruise didn't have a safety harness, he was, in fact, wearing one while performing the bike stunt. Q4. Was the bike used in the stunt specially designed for the film? A4. The bike used in the stunt was a BMW G310GS, which is an off-road bike, and was not designed for the film specifically. Q5. Will Tom Cruise continue to perform his stunts in the future? A5. Tom Cruise has always been an advocate for performing his stunts, even the most dangerous ones. There is every possibility he will continue performing his stunts in the future. Q6. How long did it take to choreograph and perform the stunt? A6. It is unclear how long it took to choreograph and execute the stunt. It could have taken several hours or even days, as Tom Cruise is known to practice and rehearse his stunts before performing them. Conclusion Tom Cruise's death-defying bike stunt on the first day of "Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning" filming took Hollywood by storm. The stunt demonstrated that Hollywood is moving into an era where real actors must perform high-risk stunts, even if it means putting themselves in danger. Tom Cruise's stunt was nothing short of pure bravery and skill, and it will remain etched in the memories of all those who witnessed it live or through the film. "Mission: Impossible- Dead Reckoning" is sure to be an action-packed thriller, and Tom Cruise's death-defying bike stunt on day one has set the tone for an adrenaline-pumping film. #ENTERTAINMENT Read the full article

[productsreviewings]

The highest offers from Walmart's Presidents Day sale (opens in new tab) provide reductions you solely are likely to see throughout the holidays. Though Walmart is not claiming Presidents Day offers, the massive field retailer desires us to "Spring into financial savings". For a restricted time, rating reductions on electronics (opens in new tab) at Walmart —  together with choose laptops, tablets, audio, wearables and extra. One standout deal you will not discover anyplace else is the Apple iPad 9 for $269 (opens in new tab). That is $60 off its common value of $329 and the bottom value ever for this iPad launch. That is the most cost effective iPad deal you will get. The ninth gen iPad is the most effective pill for most individuals. It includes a 10.2-inch (2160 x 1620) Retina show, A13 Bionic chip, 3GB of RAM and 256GB of storage. For capturing images and movies, it sports activities an 8MP wide-angle again digicam and 12MP ultra-wide entrance digicam. Apple Contact ID and Apple Pay for safe login and fee. In real-world assessments, the iPad 9 juggled a number of duties concurrently with ease. It by no means as soon as slowed down — even after we pressured it with a dozen Google Chrome tabs with two streaming 1080p YouTube movies and music within the background.If you happen to do not need to spend $500 or extra on a brand new Apple pill, the iPad 9 is the extra budget-friendly choice. Searching for a much bigger show to stream content material on — in your lounge maybe? Walmart presently provides the 58-inch Hisense R6 Collection 4K Roku TV for simply $298 (opens in new tab) ($40 off). This best-selling TV includes a color-rich 2160p panel with Excessive Dynamic Vary which boosts coloration and distinction for an immersive viewing expertise. And these are simply a few the highest offers from Walmart's Presidents Day sale. Browse extra of our favourite reductions beneath. Walmart Presidents Day sale offersAt this time's greatest walmart+ offers (opens in new tab) #High #offers #Walmarts #Presidents #Day #sale Walmart is providing reductions on electronics and different gadgets as a part of its "Spring into Financial savings" occasion. Standout offers embrace the Apple iPad 9 for $269 and a 58-inch Hisense R6 Collection 4K Roku TV for $298. Different reductions embrace laptops, tablets, audio, and wearables. Q1: What's the greatest pill for most individuals? A1: The ninth gen iPad is the most effective pill for most individuals. Q2: What's the lowest value ever for the Apple iPad 9? A2: The Apple iPad 9 is presently obtainable for $269, which is $60 off its common value of $329. Q3: What sort of show does the 58-inch Hisense R6 Collection 4K Roku TV characteristic? A3: The 58-inch Hisense R6 Collection 4K Roku TV includes a color-rich 2160p panel with Excessive Dynamic Vary which boosts coloration and distinction for an immersive viewing expertise.

[yottakitsune]

Three months after the Wall was built, the odds of seeing another human were getting low. Just swarming mobs of Legion looking for something. Probably me or Red Eye. Then, one day, they all began that slow shamble of theirs, but off to a specific point of the Wall. Red Eye was found, and he was in command of the Legion. I selected one of my swords, specifically Beastlord, and sighed in resignation. "Guess it's time. I didn't want to show off yet, but I guess if I'm going to get to the hole, they're going to punch through the Wall... Pod." One of the three Pod units materialized in front of me looking like Grimoire Weiss. "Track the movements of the enemy Legion. We don't want to get the whole horde's attention."

"Affirmative," it responded. The book spun three times and opened and released a pulse. "The majority of enemy units are headed to a position four kilometers to the north of here. Marking the location on your map."

A little blip appeared on my HUD, and I turned around. The wind died down, and there was a massive crash from the direction of the blip and a red glow lit up close to the horizon past a bunch of the buildings. A lone Legion clambered up onto the roof and shrieked at me before lunging. Right as it struck, I split into four phantom copies of myself as I cartwheeled out of the way, and it swiped at empty air. Once I was upright and corporeal again, I swung a massive sword that bore a lion's roaring head. As the blade sung through the air, a trio of slashing claws raked the air with it and cut the Legion into pieces. Once I was sure I wasn't going to get attacked again, I shifted the focus to wearing something a little more appropriate for the end of the world. A curtain surrounded me as my clothes altered themselves from regular street clothes to Nier's outfit as well as 2B's blindfold goggles. It wasn't like A2 was around to make use of it the outfit. "Pod, engage autofire at any Legion who get within ten meters and keep tracking the Legion's flow."

"Affirmative," came the cheerful response.

I dropped down from the rooftop and fell ten stories and landed on the sidewalk below. The concrete shattered and buckled under the weight of the impact and I felt a lot of physical damage from the landing, but a light lit up my body as the magical energy that powered me began the repairs almost instantly. I began running down the streets and swung the giant blade I carried at any straggling Legion I came across. Most were completely surprised by the sudden attack from the rear.

I needed out of the city. I knew what happened next, and I needed to be far away from this place before the next event happened. Pretty sure even I wouldn't have survived an atomic bomb or carpet bombings. Luckily, the dark grays and blacks of my outfit kept me well enough camouflaged as I went. I leaped over a trio, and the book-shaped Pod gunned them down even as I kept running. A high-pitched shriek of a roar filled the air as I neared the horde, and I saw the monstrosity. Fifteen feet tall and standing atop the rubble of the wall was a particularly large Legion that held a struggling soldier by the face. The human only stopped struggling when Red Eye clenched a massive fist and killed him. Countless shrieking abominations swarmed past and tore into the waiting troops and defensive positions past the Wall. The soldiers held back the tide for a little while, but slowly but surely, the Legion began to leak past the defensive lines.

I found a part of the wall that could be easily scaled from the inside where the hastily constructed fortification still had scaffolding that had been abandoned. Getting to the top of the wall was simple. Getting down without getting lit up by the awaiting army was a different matter. They were very thorough about making sure I didn't get much of a chance to leave. Spotlights regularly swept the top, and even though their focus was on the breech, they still paid enough attention that my head would have stuck out against the dark stonework and metal if I was careless. I leaped from the top of the Wall of Jericho and plummeted through the air. When one searchlight swept through my intended path, I launched back upwards a moment with a double jump so that it passed by before I got to it. When I touched down, I immediately had to sprint away from where I touched down before one of the probing searchlights drew attention to me.

Getting through the defensive line wasn't hard, and after a while, the troops' gazes turned the other direction to keep people from coming the direction I wanted to go, which only made it easier. When nobody was looking, I jumped into the back of a truck in a convoy full of crates and hid. I wasn't sure if my body put out much heat, but at least I didn't have many other ways I could get detected. I crawled under one of the tarps and waited patiently as they checked each truck one by one. Then they got to mine. I looked to my Pod and made a motion to stay quiet. A flashlight swept across over us and around the tarp. "No salt," came the voice of a soldier, and my hiding place started back up and moved out. After a half hour of the truck having gone away from the city, I jumped back out and rolled down a hill to relative safety. After a moment of the equivalent of catching my breath, the sound of jets streaking through the sky could be heard. At first, I was curious, but I zoomed in on the shadow of a stealth bomber at the core of the formation. Things were progressing faster than they should have. Either they were going to start carpet bombing the city, or they were going to 'sterilize' the place, and that meant an EMP that would take me out of commission with no guarantee I would wake back up.

I began sprinting down the abandoned freeway faster than any human could and took a side road to get away from what I saw as certain doom. I only stopped when the sound of thunder came over the horizon without any signs of lightning. A red haze glowed over everything, and even though it was only midnight, it looked like a distant sunrise. I pushed across the countryside through the night, keeping hidden from any patrols looking for refugees or escaped Legion. I used my inhuman strength to smash into a home that looked long abandoned and looked for a bed to curl up on. Bugs crawled along the walls, and there was a musty smell in the air. The whole place gave me a feeling like the Backrooms bled into it. I found a couch that didn't seem too badly ruined or disgusting and curled up on one side with my eyes on the door.

"Pod, keep an eye on the door while I rest. Wake me up if you detect any soldiers or Legion." I didn't wait for the repetitive 'affirmative' before I closed my eyes and drifted off into my equivalent of sleep.

#nier aureum #nier automata #nier au #fanfic

[crosspiner]

Fp64 precision nvidia

#FP64 PRECISION NVIDIA SOFTWARE#

#FP64 PRECISION NVIDIA PROFESSIONAL#

Networks: ShufeNet-v2 (224x224), MobileNet-v2 (224x224) Pipeline represents end-to-end performance with video capture and decode. But if money is truly no object, we couldn’t fault you for chasing that extra 5%. NVIDIA T4 ShufeNet v2 NVIDIA A2 SystemConguration: Supermicro SYS-1029GQ-TRT, 2S Xeon Gold 6240 ’2.6GHz, 512GB DDR4, 1x NVIDIA A2 OR 1x NVIDIA T4 Measured performance with Deepstream 5.1. The Gigabyte Aorus GeForce RTX 2080 Ti Xtreme 11G we tested offered more than 95% of Titan V’s average frame rate. FP64 (double-precision) and FP16 (half-precision) arithmetic units. Affluent gamers are better off with an overclocked GeForce RTX 2080 Ti from one of Nvidia’s board partners. Last but not least, those interested in double-precision capabilities (FP64) of consumer Ampere need to know there are two dedicated FP64 cores per SM, or exactly 1/64th of FP32. Recent developments in the GPU sector have opened up new avenues for boosting performance.

#FP64 PRECISION NVIDIA PROFESSIONAL#

In the meantime, a complete TU102 processor is an absolute monster for professional applications able to utilize its improved Tensor cores or massive 24GB of GDDR6 memory, including deep learning and professional visualization workloads. Pascal is the codename for a GPU microarchitecture developed by Nvidia, as the successor to the Maxwell architecture. For example, on a GTX 780 Ti, the FP64 performance is 1/24 FP32. So vendors like NVIDIA and AMD do not cram FP64 compute cores in their GPUs. This is because they are targeted towards gamers and game developers, who do not really care about high precision compute. It’ll be interesting to see how Nvidia enables Turing’s highest-profile fixed-function feature. GPUs, at least consumer grade, are not built for high performance FP64.

#FP64 PRECISION NVIDIA SOFTWARE#

Nevertheless, Nvidia says it’s working with rendering software partners to exploit ray tracing acceleration through Microsoft DXR and OptiX, citing pre-release versions of Chaos Group’s Project Lavina, OTOY’s OctaneRender, and Autodesk’s Arnold GPU renderer. That latter synthetic shows Titan RTX about 6% ahead of GeForce RTX 2080 Ti, with both Turing-based cards way ahead of Titan V. Through enhancements in NVIDIA CUDA-X math. Mostly, there isn’t anything to test outside of Battlefield V and 3DMark's Port Royal. The third generation of Tensor Cores in A100 enables matrix operations in full, IEEE-compliant, FP64 precision. Iterative refinement for dense systems, Ax b, can work in a manner simlar to the pseudocode snippet below. Up to 5.2 TFLOPS FP64 double-precision floating-point performance (10. We didn’t even touch on Titan RTX’s RT cores, which accelerate BVH traversal and ray casting functions. The approach is very simple: use lower precision to compute the expensive flops and then iteratively refine the solution in order to achieve the FP64 solution.

#Fp64 precision nvidia