#led tester

[equiptest]

Avoid Costly Downtime with Accurate Cable Harness Testing Solutions 

When clients hear “downtime,” they also hear revenue loss and start thinking if you’ve skipped Testing Cable Harness. Make sure that every production batch incorporates accurate harness testing to avoid any potential issues down the line. 

You guarantee your consumers worry-free, continuous performance and safeguard your reputation as a reliable supplier for their needs. The High Cost of Untested Cable Harnesses Intermittent signals, short circuits, or even complete system failure can result from faulty or badly assembled wire harnesses. The repercussions of harness failure in vital applications, such as medical devices, automobile electronics, or aircraft systems, can range from costly recalls to safety risks. You can prevent these hazards and ensure continuous operations by incorporating through  “Testing Cable Harness” processes into your quality-control workflow. Potential Benefits of Accurate Cable Harness Testing - Decreased Warranty Claims: Avoiding flaws early on results in fewer returns and less expensive repairs later.

- Improved Product Reliability: Maintaining consistent test results boosts brand reputation and customer confidence.

- Faster Troubleshooting: Repairs and rework are streamlined when you identify particular pain points. - Industry Standard Compliance: Automated test reports assist in fulfilling ISO, IPC, and other legal obligations.

Best Practices for Testing Cable Harness Assemblies The following best practices will help you maximize uptime and testing efficiency. 

Define Acceptance Criteria Upfront

Establish clear electrical and mechanical parameters, such as acceptable resistance range and insulation breakdown voltage. 

Leverage Automated Test Equipment (ATE)

Automated methods provide repeatable, fast readings over multiconductor harnesses while minimizing human error. 

Implement In-Circuit and Functional Tests 

To confirm performance under load, combine functional simulation testing with continuity checks by implementing in-circuit and functional tests. - Maintain Detailed Test Documentation To link failures to manufacturing batches or design changes, keep thorough test documentation by recording each harness ID, test results, and technician comments.

Choosing the Right Test ProbesFor precise, repeatable contact, choosing the right test probes is essential. This is why we at Equip Test offer a diverse range of crafted probes made especially for cable harness applications.

 Take a look at our website to find the one that meets your needs. 

[mihe2leyy]

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Constant current load tester, LED Lighting Components, Led home lighting

Xitanium 75 W 2 A 54 V Output Max Linear LED Driver

[kermdoeswriting]

The worst jobs ever lead to 0 Student debt

Have you ever been so broke that you've resorted to gigs that normally would make you seem like a minor villains goon?

Danny has.

Being practically broke, drowning in constant student debt, college student has led to some of the weirdest side gigs Danny has ever done. He can at the very least confirm that as he continues his degree in Astrophysics at MIT.

But in all honesty, he's not very picky or upset about how weird they are. Danny would rather do something strange once, then continue drowning in debt the way he was currently.

Student debt was not a joke.

And even if it were, it wasn't a very funny one, considering he himself was just scraping by on his two front teeth due to them.

Either way, the point was Danny's done practically everything in Gotham possible just to make some small bits of cash here and there. Danny only ever goes to Gotham for the sake of an extra ectoplasm boost on top of the fact it has the most jobs out of any city possible due to the crime rate.

He's been a temporary goon and a guard to several different warehouses throughout Gotham & New York City (most times there isn't even anyone or anything in them but a jobs a job). He's been in charge of covering a front temporarily for what looks like fake companies (nothing to do with drug dealing or the mob for some reason, he usually tries to stay clear of those offers).

He also was a tester for some of Mr. Nygma's traps being hired for the sheer fact that he couldn't really die and therefore could test several of Mr.Nygma's traps at once.

He took a temp job to help feed Dr.Quinzel's pet hyenas when she was in Arkham for awhile as well as pet sit. That one was his favorite honestly, Lou and Bud were sweethearts despite the carnage thing.

He recently had even been a personal insta-cart driver for a certain Penguin mob-boss strangely enough (until the guy got sent back to Arkham that is).

Danny really isn't picky when it comes to jobs unless it was just something mostly immoral and just insane, like drug dealing and/or murder & world or several life ending situations or just involved with someone like the Joker.

It's gotten to a point that the average Gotham goon usually recognizes him when he passes by during a job visit. They tended to recommend him a new job when they saw him, knowing he was just as eager as they were in this economy.

Which is how he ended up here, sitting in an empty warehouse yet again for possibly another hour before he could leave and get paid. Danny was sat on the floor doing his advanced calc homework and trying not to scream about it as he sat there.

It was something he did when the nights were slower honestly. The night was ruined quickly after that though when the glass shattered above him and scattered all over his homework and the rest of the ground.

Danny only sighed and mourned the possible money he'd be losing to that mess before shaking the glass off of him and his papers. He didn't bother looking up at his possible attacker.

"You have got to be fuckin kidding me. Not again, Kid."

Only then does Danny look up to see who broke the window. Red Hood sounds exasperated despite the mask covering all of his real voice with a mechanical voice changer. Besides him was Nightwing who seemed just as disappointed as his partner was while putting his escrima sticks behind his back.

"Can I help you Red Pill, Blue Pill?"

That made Red Hood snort while Nightwing just sighed into his hands and dragged them down his face before responding.

"Kid, what are you doing in he- Is that homework???"

Nightwing walked closer almost sounding offended as he looked down at the mess of Danny's math that he was going to have to redo before turning in tomorrow. The thought of recopying everything made him feel angry all over again.

"The one you guys wrecked by getting glass all over it? Yes," Danny leaned back into his plastic chair provided by the Goonion. "Thanks for that by the way, I'm going to have to recopy everything before class tomorrow."

"That wouldn't be a problem if you just got a normal part-time job like a normal young adult." Red Hood snorted as Nightwings slight lecture and it made Danny roll his eyes at the both of them as he sat up.

As if he hadn't tried that route already. In between his space museum internship during the day and his thousands of classes every week, he didn't exactly fit a lot of younger adult jobs schedule.

"Do you know any nearby normal adult jobs that are hiring a current university student with millions in debt and a internship schedule that only allows them to work at night?" Danny snapped back which made Red Hood start to snort and laugh again at Nightwings expression.

"Well..." Nightwing at the very least had the decency to look sheepish as if he had thought about it genuinely and couldn't think of a thing.

"Thought so." Danny slumped against the chair again, before shutting his eyes. He waved them away as he sat back, already mentally preparing himself for another all nighter for the sake of recopying his papers.

"If thats all, I'll see you next time I get a fake listing or bad job that you guys have a tendency to break into. Go away."

Nightwing only sighed again before Danny heard his grappling hook sound off back through the broken window into the night. Red Hood only chuckled one last time before ruffling his hair.

"See you, Kid. Make sure you try to sleep before class"

Danny just huffed at him and waved him off again as Red Hood shot his grappling hook off into the night and joined Nightwing. With a sigh, Danny sat up again and grabbed his nearby backpack filled with scrap paper.

Time to restart the equation all over again.

______________________________________________________________

Basically Danny needs money to keep going to MIT so he continuously decides to take up jobs for hire in Gotham (and other places but mostly Gotham), which lead to him breaking a lot of laws for another cash grab.

Meanwhile, the Batfam is very concerned that they keep meeting this meta young adult (who doesn't even live in Gotham!!) who seems to continuously be running through villain placed ad offers like water to get cash.

How desperate for cash is this guy????

[cattyslunchbox]

| makeup shopping with vi headcanons

cw: sfw - nothing crazy just bubbly and giggly makeup shopping with Vi

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Vi sees how much you love makeup, and recognizes how much time you spend in your glam chair in the mornings before your daily coffee runs, so when you see that your favorite makeup store is having a sale on their most famous eyeshadow palettes, Vi immediately knows to get in the car and take you, allowing you to spend how ever many hours you want in each aisle.

Vi does not complain about how long you two spend in each aisle. you could be there for 40 minutes looking at every shade and she does not care because she sees how happy you get when you find a perfect match! and when it comes to using her arm as a swatching space, she would happily sit and let you swatch every little sample. same with all the perfumes you walk past! her pockets are basically filled with testers that have been sprayed. and of course she walks out of that store smelling like tons of different scents and she’s not gonna complain because she doesn’t want her girl being embarrassed with accidentally spraying a bad perfume on herself so she offers herself up-

Vi knowing how busy these stores get, she knows to stay close to you and push people out of the way just to get through the crowded aisles. she would make sure you’re there before anyone can get the products you want.

Vi immediately pulls out her wallet when you two get to the checkout. your giggling makes her smile and when the cashier asks for a phone number she’s been trained to say your name and number so you get those points and rewards! at this point she lets you shop here so much you’re qualified for tons of free gifts and samples-

♥︎ and finally…after the two of you had your fair share of headaches from bright led lights, and are completely full of mall soft pretzels and have gotten your desperately needed coffee, you make it home and she knows the routine of laying on your bed as you do a haul of what you got as if she wasn’t there! you always sit at your vanity and begin to unbox everything, show her every little thing and explain what it does, and putting it away in your organized vanity drawers she built for you. once in a while you glance up in the mirror to see her staring in awe of you as she watches you with literal hearts in her eyes. ♥︎

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3/30/5

[glitzglamgunpowder-if]

"You were destined for a life better than this. A life free from violence, from bloodshed. But here you are once again, it's like you never left."

YOU were a child destined for greatness, for your name to be written into the pages of history. Whatever happened in your past didn't matter anymore. You were born with raw talent and charisma that couldn't be wasted, that people can only dream of. But your innate gift didn't mean your path would be easy. After the circus shut down, you stumbled through life delivering each performance like it was your last. You thought you've reached your peak, until a mysterious offer suddenly throws you into a life of crime.

Content Warnings [Will Be Updated]: Heavy Extremist Religious Themes, Depictions of Trauma, Poor Mental Health, and Violence/Criminal Activity

Play as a male, female, or nonbinary performer

Customize your MC’s physical appearance, façade personality, and choose a pseudonym for them

Befriend or Romance 4 ROs

Dedicate yourself to honing your natural talent

Choose your end goal and earn the fame you have craved your entire life

How do you want the public to perceive you? To be respected, or to be feared?

Learn more about the secrets of your dark past. Will you learn how the circus fell? How you ended up here of all places?

Will you acquire the fame you deserve, or will you fade into history?

Outline of Stats/Routes!!

Alistair/Alice Delacroix - THE RIVAL

AS you adjust to your new life, you hear rumors about your fated rival. One whose mind was poisoned to despise every fiber of your being. It's no surprise they're known for their ambition, their cunning, their ruthless nature. Their path led them to inevitable darkness, but will yours?

Trope: Forbidden Romance/Enemies to Lovers

Samuel/Samantha "Sam" Kaminski - THE BOSS

YOU are an acquired talent on behalf of the current wealthy owner of the elusive Spotlight Syndicate, one of the most popular bars of its time. They're one of the few people who don't question your mysterious past, who trust you as implicitly as the air they breathe. You know deep down they have a soft spot for you, one of their greatest assets, but they're motives are...difficult to discern. But is there a possibility your relationship could go beyond transactional business?

Trope: Boss x Employee/Age Gap

Hendrik/Helena Rietveld - THE BODYGUARD

YOU don't know much about them, nor do they seem willing to give you any more information than necessary for your safety. But one thing's for sure, they're loyal to the ones they serve. And given your new...circumstances, that may be exactly what you need: someone who would travel from heaven to hell and back if their duty called for it. Will you be the first to crack the unsolvable's code?

Trope: Bodyguard Romance/Potential Grumpy x Sunshine

Jesse Lê - THE FRIEND DETECTIVE

YOU never expected to see them again after...never mind that! They stand before you now, a completely reinvented version of themself. A stranger to everyone they encounter. Will you be able to slip off the carefully curated mask they've built and heal from your past together? Or will that smoking gun be laid to rest once and for all?

Trope: Childhood Friends to Lovers -> Detective x Potential Criminal

Physical Description of the ROs!!

Despite being a frequent IF player, this is my very first time trying to create an IF myself as someone with little coding experience (I'm more of a writer if anything). I'm definitely learning as I go, and I understand this may lead to mistakes or disappointment at times, so I preemptively apologize for them. I tend to become overly ambitious, and I want to make sure I always deliver on the promises I make. I say this because some of you may have ask about certain features being implemented and I will have to say "Sorry, I don't really know how to do that yet, but I'll try and learn how!" Hopefully, this will be a fun learning experience, and you all have a fun time on here! Sincerely, Mira <3

DEMO || BETA TESTER FORM || PLAYLIST || BLUESKY

[writerjayne]

When the day finally came that Jean Moreau and Neil Josten stood side by side on the Olympic court, it was weird. Not for them, of course, they had kept in close contact since the nest and had been looking forward to finally playing on the same team again. It wasn't weird for Kevin or Andrew either, both were used to Jean and Neil's borderline codependent relationship. It wasn't even weird for Jeremy, who got used to the fact that his boyfriend came with a 5 foot three red-haired accessory rather quickly. 

No, it wasn't weird for any of them. It was only weird to the public and the other members of the Olympic team. 

The general public had had years to get used to the dynamic of Kevin Day and Neil Josten. The two had left the nest in rapid succession, and both ended up on the Foxes. While there was much speculation and interview after interview, no one could ever quite grasp their relationship. 

The press and the public got used to silent conversations, exchanged at a glance, to Neil invading Kevin's space to whisper in another language, the taller man not even reacting as he answered with the same expression he'd had before. They got used to Neil being glued to Kevin's side, on the court, on the bench, even in the off-season. 

Then there were the weirder things. Neil was spotted a few times asleep with his head on Kevin's shoulder or lap. None of the Foxes seemed to question this, so the public speculated it must just be due to growing up together. Then there were Kevin's affectionate smiles that were only directed at Neil. And Neil almost always looked to Kevin when he was uncomfortable with interview questions, which was always followed by Kevin stepping in. 

Then there was the sharing.

Food, water bottles, sweat towels, Neil taking Kevin's phone from his pocket whenever Kevin was too distracted to acknowledge Neil's presence, not to mention the countless Paparazzi photos that side by side showed the shared hoodies, T-shirts, and other accessories. The two shared so much in fact that before Neil confirmed his relationship with fellow Fox, Andrew Minyard, most exy fans (for better or worse) had assumed Neil and Kevin were a couple. 

And while Jean had followed Kevin and Neil from the nest not long after they left, he did not join them on the East Coast; instead, he headed to California to join the Trojans there. Kevin and Neil voiced their support of Jean's choice separately and together, praising the Trojans for supporting Jean during his transition from Raven to Trojan. Jean, in turn, spoke affectionately about his former teammates, if rarely, and as the years passed, the fact that the three men had once played together for the Ravens faded to the back of everyone's mind. 

Until Jean joined Neil and Kevin on the Olympic field, and it all came back. 

The odd closeness, the silent conversations, the sharing, whispers in French and other languages, and most familiarly of all, Neil being glued to Jean's side. It was evident on the court, in interviews, on the sidelines. Except this was so much more than Kevin and Neil had ever been. 

The two move together in an uncanny way, as if they were unconsciously linked. Kevin was usually nearby, but Neil and Jean were just different. Their team saw it more than anyone else and agreed it was unsettling. 

Multiple teammates witnessed Jean stealing bites of Neil's food right off the striker's plate, and when asked about it, Neil casually explained he was poisoned once, and sometimes Jean still worries. This led to a conversation about why exactly Jean, essentially being Neil's poison tester, was a good idea, and Neil just shrugged. The chances of there being any poison were basically zero, and if it made Jean feel better, why would Neil stop him? No one knew how to answer that, and Kevin agreed with Neil, so the subject was dropped.

There is so much casual physical contact between the two men that several of their Olympic teammates questioned if Jean and Neil were actually dating each other rather than Andrew and Jeremy. Jean automatically taking Neil's arm to direct him as he walks whenever Neil is wrapped up in whatever he's talking about (usually exy) or casually lying across Neil's lap when they watch a movie. Neil, leaning into Jean's space, or tugging the taller man down to whisper in his ear.

And Jean is clearly in perfect synch with his red-haired shadow, no matter what Neil needs. Neil won't even speak sometimes; he just makes vague noises, and Jean will reach down the coffee tin from the top shelf or shift how he's sitting so Neil can curl up next to him. Kevin sometimes joins them, and sometimes Andrew will, but it's not unusual to find Jean reading with a sleeping Neil curled up against him. And if Neil goes too quiet and Andrew isn't already by his side? Everyone knows to find Jean immediately. 

Jean's care for Neil isn't one-sided, either. Neil can cook three things, and all three dishes are Jean's favorites. He knows Jean's wardrobe better than Jean does and makes sure that if anything needs to be replaced, it is. He can sense when Jean needs a break and will either suggest a walk or suggest they find Jeremy. And if Jeremy isn't around and Jean is upset? Find Neil as fast as possible.

Neil brings Jean out of his shell, and Jean can withstand Neil's rage (rare though it is now). On more than one occasion, Jean simply picked Neil up and carried him away from the opposite team while Neil continued to yell in multiple languages. Usually, Jean takes Neil to the goal and stands guard while Neil has a conversation with Andrew, but sometimes he simply holds Neil in the air until the striker has calmed down.  And despite Neil's fury, not once did he land a hit on Jean. 

(That was something all three former Ravens were very careful about. Anger was never directed at each other, whether that was simply raised voices or more physical frustrations. That wasn't to say they never disagreed. It was just that disagreements were calmly discussed, and the three never argued.)

The team gradually got used to the weird dynamic, collectively deciding that if the boyfriends were okay with it, they could be, too. Until the incident. 

Jean was discussing strategy with the team captain after practice when Neil came up behind him. Their captain nodded in greeting, not surprised that Jean's shadow had shown up, and continued talking. His trailed off mid-sentence, however, when Neil began to climb Jean like a jungle gym! 

And Jean didn't react! He picked up where the captain left off, as if oblivious to the 5-foot-3 man currently climbing up to his shoulders. Actually, that wasn't completely true. Jean unconsciously shifted his weight to keep his balance and put a hand on his hip, giving Neil both a foothold and a handhold as he climbed. Neil settled on Jean's shoulder, and Jean reached up to pat Neil's leg absently. Neil hummed in response, crossing his arms across the top of Jean's head and resting his chin on them. 

It wasn't until their captain didn't answer Jean's question that he realized the man was staring. 

"What's wrong?" Jean asked, mildly concerned. 

"He just... And you... He climbed you like a tree!!" 

Jean chuckled. 

"He does that." 

"Why??" 

"He likes to be tall sometimes," Jean said it as if it was obvious.

"Of course he does," their captain said faintly.

And that was the day the team gave up trying to even attempt to understand Jean and Neil. 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Apollo, Poseidon, Hercules, Ares and Hermes x Maomao Reader please?

This would be so funny because while many women, mortal, goddess, nymph and many other species fawn and lust over him, Reader looks upon him in disgust/disinterest when it comes to his physical appearance

However she only gets excited and show joy when it comes to medical herbs, poisons and certain animals which she scared him after he saw her consume poison and have a smile on her face over it

Frog Scene (Girl, I SCREAMED like a banshee I kid you not when I saw that scene)

OMG same! I read the manga, so I knew this was coming but when it happened, I squeed so loudly!

-He had it all, (Love) had adoration from women- gods, humans, nymphs- they all adored him for his handsome good looks and power!

-You, however, were an outlier- you looked upon him like he was scum at your feet, like you weren’t affected by his beauty, strength and skills- to you he was an annoyance and you had no issues showing it on your face when you looked at him, especially when he would try to flirt with you, to get a reaction out of you, but you would always bristle like a cat, glaring at him.

-It was strange, your reactions to him, it annoyed him at first, as he couldn’t understand it, he couldn’t wrap his head around how you weren’t swooning over him like others who would give anything for a fraction of his attention.

-You weren’t bothered by their jealous looks as (Love) was paying attention only to you, as he wanted you to acknowledge him in something other than anger and annoyance.

-(Love) was stunned to see that you were okay with treating others with kindness, speaking kindly, smiling gently, and conversing that didn’t sound like forced politeness, and he grew rather cranky, feeling salty that you treated him differently!

-That’s when he had an epiphany- you treated him differently and he liked it! You weren’t like everyone else, you treated him like how he acted, a cocky and sometimes arrogant full-of-himself!

-This, unfortunately for you, led to him seeking you out more, wanting to get to know you more, which made his admirers jealous and which annoyed you, especially when he cut into your personal time with your research.

-(Love) had nearly collapsed as he watched you eating something poisonous on purpose, rushing over to haul you up to take you to the clinic, but he froze as you looked to be in absolute bliss, smiling so beautifully as if you had just seen heaven.

-You blinked as his hands clapped down on your shoulders, holding you there as he was enraptured with your beautiful smile, like you just realized he was there as you spoke, “Hello Lord (Love), is there something you needed?”

-He instantly was yelling at you, mostly in worry more than anything, “Why are you eating poison?! And why do you look so happy about it?!”

-You looked a bit surprised but answered like it was no big deal, “I was a poison tester while I was alive. I grew immune to poisons by ingesting so many and instead of it bothering me, it tastes delicious, and I love how it makes me feel.”

-Despite being shocked by your answer, (Love) spent the next half hour yelling at you for being so reckless, because if you died in Valhalla, you would be erased from existence. You didn’t realize he cared so much about you, as his anger was surprising, but you just sat there, taking your scolding.

-You unfortunately made it worse by reaching for the bowl while he was pacing back and forth, wanting another bite, which led to your scolding session being expanded by another full hour.

-You were going to give him high blood pressure, but he did enjoy seeing the looks of glee on your face from seeing rare herbs, medicines, and other poisons.

-You were a strange person, but he couldn’t help but feel more and more drawn to you and while you hated to admit it, you grew to enjoy his company. He wasn’t the arrogant pretty boy you thought he was- he was more complex than that.

-The two of kept learning more and more about each other as you grew closer, much to the dismay of his admirers, who knew that they lost to you.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I've been in a Silver mood lately. And I also haven't had much sleep due to work so I wrote this hehe <3

"Nooo, stay with me," Silver's voice broke the afternoon silence, a soft whine edging his words. It was a spoiled request, one you couldn't deny even if you wanted to.

He looked so cute like this, his sleepy eyes pleading, a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. The soft tone of his voice, tinged with the hoarseness brought on by sleep, coupled with his lazy smile, captivated your attention.

Before you knew it, you were back in his arms, where he believed you belonged. His hold on you was gentle yet possessive, his embrace a cocoon of warmth. The slow pace of the afternoon, the serene rays of the sun filtering through the window, made you feel drowsy as well. Silver's curls tickled against your neck, his arms tightening around you, pulling you impossibly nearer.

And even then, he tried to pull you closer. Almost as if he wanted to be one with you, one being with one heartbeat and mind, and feelings and thoughts and everything that he could share with you.

"Wanna see another dream?" He asked, one eye half-open, his gaze piercing through the haze of sleep. His words held a promise, a temptation to dive back into the strange and whimsical worlds he often led you to in dreams.

Lately, Silver had been guiding you through the dreams of others, an odd habit that had become your shared secret. Some were funny, though others, like Lilia's dream, were less pleasant. The memory of being turned into unwilling taste testers for the fae's horrendous cooking still made you shudder. The nightmare of choking down concoctions that defied culinary logic was something you'd rather not revisit.

You could still taste the salt and pepper and sugar on your tongue and it wasn't any good. Far from that, it was horrible. Horrendous, such a crime for culinary that you just know Gordon Ramsay would kill Lilia with his bare hands if he could.

A soft breeze, another soft kiss on left on your cheek, you tried to break free. "I had to go, honey. But it won't take long, I promise!"

He looked at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and dangerous, callous fingers tickling your sides very slowly. "Stay," Silver whispered again, his voice more insistent, more demanding.

You rolled your eyes at that. He was always like this, so adamant of your time and affection, so straightforward about what he wanted. And each and every time you found a way to compromise with him, knowing full well about the extent of his feelings.

There was something in his gaze, a depth of emotion that made your heart race. His eyes, usually so gentle, held a dark intensity for a long second. "You can't go," He confessed, his voice a hushed murmur. "You're mine. Only mine."

But here, in Silver's arms, the world seemed distant. His gentle breathing, the warmth of his body, and the protective way he held you made you feel safe. Amused, you thought how he extended his sleepiness to you - if that was even possible.

Might as well be.

His hold tightened, his grip almost desperate. "Don't leave now, I'II be left all alone and cold."

You snorted, feeling a laugh bubbling on your chest as you shake from a second. In this moment, wrapped in his arms, wrapped in the covers, you were his. Completely, utterly his.

"Fine." You give in, already thinking about the consequences. Though you didn't care too much, too comfortable now, too cozy, laid on his chest. "But you're gonna help with my homework later. Deal?"

He hummed, already drifting to the dream world. "Deal."

[gaygemzz]

Survive the Digital Sacrifice Masterpost!

(Art by me)

AU by: @the-spam-specialist and @gaygemzz (me)

Years ago, a now-defunct company known as C&A created a complete virtual reality video game called "The Amazing Digital Circus" featuring a highly advanced ringmaster guide.

However, the game was boycotted and the project was trashed when several beta testers mysteriously died while in the game. Not many details about these strange deaths are known, but rumor has it that the ringmaster AI within the game was responsible for the player deaths.

In the present day, a 25-year-old accountant woman finds herself the victim of a kidnapping. A strange group of people force a headset on her and send her into The Amazing Digital Circus video game, thought to be long gone.Within the digital world, the accountant woman, taking on the name Pomni, finds her place in a group of other kidnapping victims. She finds out that she was put into the world by a group of people obsessed with "The Amazing Digital Circus" controversy to be sacrificed to The Ringmaster, the very AI rumored to be responsible for the mysterious deaths all those years ago.

This group of human survivors, led by a woman named Ragatha, fight for their lives against The Ringmaster's NPC minions sent to assassinate them. When someone dies in the digital world, they become a glitching black mass of multicolored eyes. The humans' goal is to track down The Ringmaster and kill it, believing it will grant them their exit from the digital world.

However, one fateful day, Pomni finds herself coming face to face with The Ringmaster himself. And she realizes that...maybe the others have it all wrong. Maybe The Ringmaster wasn't responsible for all of those deaths. Maybe those people became abstracted creatures because of something else.

Is The Ringmaster truly the monster in this world?

(Insanely beautiful summary by the wonderful @the-spam-specialist)

My Crumbs

Wait. Wuh??

Same Kinger

Sketches!

Spam's Art

The Cast

New Member

Bubble?

Affection!

Crowns

Silly lil Guy

New Affection!

A Gift!

Traumatic

Gimme Affection!

Stars

No Weaknesses

Re-creation

[missmisnomer]

Just encountered something that made me so viscerally mad I had to stop everything I was doing and scream about it into the void (you are the void, tumblr, thank you for your time)

Ever seen that little test tube icon at the top of your Google search? That's Search Labs.

This led me to reading about all the "experiments" they have going on and OH BOY, this is the one that got me mad enough to actually leave feedback (bear in mind I like NEVER leave comments or reviews on things so you know it's bad)

Of all the "experiments" they are launching with their Search Labs, this one is the most egregiously transparent attempt to capitalize on the human brain's superiority over a computer's.

I see what they are doing.

"Look at these auto generated images and try your best to tell us what you think the original prompt is! Teehee, isn't this a fun test? Don't you want to have fun?? Play our game, uwu".

This is about as blatant as you can get: they want to train their Ai to get better at generating its frankly often garbage results by using real people to tell it how it could have done better.

My guess as to why Google is even doing this: ◽️Let’s say you use of one of Google's programs to generate an image based on your own personal written prompt (I know YOU wouldn't, fair tumblr user, but stay with me here)

◽️You are subsequently frustrated at the slop Google generated for you, and select a button that says something along the lines of "I am not satisfied with this result".

◽️This auto-triggers something on Google's end, which I assume captures this response along with the image it is attached to.

◽️Now, they can put that picture in front of thousands of unwitting people who can tell Google EXACTLY what "prompt" they associate with that image instead. Exactly the words that it SHOULD be tagged with.

These pieces of ai "art" are NOT good, let me make that clear. What financial benefit would Google have to present a panel of testers with perfectly generated images? To make this game in the first place? The only way ai can advance is when humans tell it what it did wrong. Because the computer doesn't fucking know what a raven vs a writing-desk is. It needs us to give it the words to think. Poor baby gets confused when we are vague. :(

All this under the guise of a cutesy little "test". A "game".

This is not fun, and it is extremely scummy. Do better Google. Be better. I'm attaching some screenshots of the first "level" so you too can enjoy the art of prompting!!! (she says with so much dry sarcasm the Deserts of Arrakis spontaneously turn into an ocean)

And to have the audacity to show the actual real pieces of art made by real artists that they trained this stupid machine with. Fuck entirely off.

[alexanderlightweight]

I now love Wednesdays due to your open prompts. Perfect way to get over the hump mid-week.

My ask this week - does anyone from the shadow world see Alec in his peak mob-wife self? Like - do any other downworlders stumble across these meetings (or the yacht party) and what transpires?

(I'm thinking of an out of area 300 year old vampire or warlock seeing Alec in a corset vest & thigh high boots, draped across Magnus, wondering "what in the actual fuck is going on here?")

Who else knows about Alec as a mob-wife (I can't imagine Simon could keep his mouth closed)?

SFM/NSFW - your choice

As always, thank you for your writing!

i'm glad it can help! honestly it's what gets me through the week too and I really needed it today. so i'm having fun with the prompts ty.

i hope you enjoy this

<3 lumine

dressed to kill

Lily really wishes she was anywhere in the shadowworld than out here, in the mundane one. Her pantsuit is the only thing getting her through this, that and the fact that Raphael will owe her three more, from his personal tailor.

That’s worth mingling with the mundanes as she is. Trying to chase down a lead they finally have on a feeder den whose slipping yin fen into drugs, trying to bring down ‘willing’ blood bags.

It’s with the reminder that not only is it important to get this handled before someone more dangerous is called — and that three suits are on the line. So while she doesn’t have to smile, she also needs to keep her fangs to herself. 

The crowd is easy to enter with a simple encanto and once inside, well Lily is good at blending in when she wants to. That’s about the only thing that holds her together when she recognizes the couple seated together on a chair barely meant for one, let alone two.

It should look ridiculous but they just look intimate, like sharing the same space is better than breathing.

Lily only knows one couple who acts like that with such an intense aura and she certainly didn’t expect to see them here.

Simon's drunken rambling tirade suddenly makes less sense as reality than it did as a fever dream.

—

Mari is about to go talk to the new quality tester, Lily. She’s brisk and smart and she’s so no-nonsense that Leo can barely handle talking to her without retreating. However she’s new and probably doesn’t know anyone. Not only that but, well, Mari admires strong women.

Lily surprises her when she steps forward and bows to Magnus Bane. Nothing too noticeable or low but it’s a sign of respect on a woman whose face looked like she didn’t know what the word meant. Even now, the respect she gives is carefully measured out and seems well-earned and Mari wonders again, just what kind of life Magnus Bane lives.

The thing that surprises Mari is that Lily clearly doesn’t know how to handle Alec. She doesn’t seem to know where to look or how to handle his presence, even though she clearly knows Bane.

Actually, she knows Alec too. It’s clearer now, the more Mari watches. Lily is distinctly uncomfortable with looking at Alec and while Mari feels like it has to do with his clothes, it’s not because of what he’s wearing. Then Mari sees the almost helpless look Lily gives him — from the collar around Alec’s neck to his heels to his husband and realizes it’s because Lily doesn’t know where she’s allowed to look.

Clearly this isn’t as common a look as they’ve been led to believe, or perhaps it’s less common in business, which is where Lily clearly knows the two.  The thing is, Alec doesn’t treat anything like business so it’s clear that at some point a line is drawn, between whatever he is and who he is as Magnus’ husband.

Mari wonders between the two, if knowing Alec via business or as Magnus’ husband is worse.

—

“Poor dear, she looks like lightning will strike her if her eyes linger anywhere on you for more than half a second.”Magnus is laughing in Alec’s hair and then he murmurs, “though she’s not wrong.  Half a second is practically minutes for a vampire. Far too long for me to share the sight of you with anyone.”

“Didn’t we dress so that people would look at the both of us?”

“Yes, but I find this more amusing.”

Alec kisses Magnus rather than laugh as loud as he wants to. Of course that’s the reason Magnus decided to go this route and honestly, Alec can’t wait for the first time he wears something like this to Pandemonium.

Magnus is going to find no one being able to look at him hilarious and anyone who does look... well Magnus enjoys working out.

-

i hope you enjoy where I went with this, I didn't have the spoons to make up a new character so I borrowed Lily.

magnus really does change things based on his whims and alec's just straight faced: that was the plan all along. what are you talking about? he will gaslight you for his husband 100%

[equiptest]

How to Choose the Right Manual Fixture for Your Testing Needs: A Step-by-Step Guide

In the world of electronics testing and precision manufacturing, the right tools can make the difference between flawless performance and costly rework. Among those tools, the manual fixture plays a pivotal yet often underrated role in ensuring quality, consistency, and efficiency. Whether you're testing PCBs, wiring harnesses, or microelectronic components, selecting the ideal manual fixture is crucial for optimizing test results and minimizing downtime.

But with countless configurations, materials, and functions available, how do you determine which fixture is best suited for your testing environment?

In this guide, we’ll break down the key steps and considerations to help you choose the perfect manual fixture for your specific needs—whether you’re a test engineer, production manager, or quality control specialist.

Step 1: Define Your Testing Objectives Clearly

Before exploring fixture options, clarify what you want the fixture to accomplish. Are you focused on functional testing, continuity testing, or high-voltage isolation? Will it be used in a high-volume production environment or for prototype verification?

Understanding your goals will help narrow down the required features, such as:

Contact type (spring-loaded pins, pogo pins, etc.)

Force requirements

Number of test points

Load/unload speed

At Equip-Test, manual fixture solutions are available for everything from standard bed-of-nails setups to fully customized designs tailored to specific PCB layouts and test flows.

Step 2: Assess the Component or Board Geometry

Next, evaluate the physical characteristics of the unit under test (UUT):

What are the dimensions of the board or component?

Are there connectors or edge contacts?

Does the test require double-sided probing?

These factors will influence the fixture’s platform size, the arrangement of test probes, and whether a top-side pressure plate or vacuum hold-down is necessary.

Equip-Test offers both standard and modular manual fixture systems, making it easier to accommodate complex board geometries without reinventing the wheel every time.

Step 3: Choose the Right Probing Technology

One of the most critical aspects of a manual fixture is the selection of test probes. Depending on the signal integrity, current rating, and pitch requirements, you might need:

Standard spring-loaded probes for through-hole or SMT pads

High-frequency probes for RF circuits

Kelvin probes for low-resistance measurements

Special probes for surface wear or sensitive contacts

Don’t overlook the importance of probe life cycle and accessibility, especially in high-throughput environments.

Equip-Test's vast test probe catalog is engineered to support virtually every test scenario imaginable, ensuring precision and durability.

Step 4: Factor in Ergonomics and Operator Safety

Manual fixtures should not only be functional but also comfortable and safe to use. Consider:

Lever mechanisms or pneumatic assist for high-contact-count boards

Clear visibility and easy access to the DUT

Built-in ESD protection

Shielding for high-voltage applications

A poorly designed manual fixture can increase operator fatigue and error rates. Ergonomic enhancements also reduce the risk of repetitive strain injuries during continuous operation.

Step 5: Plan for Scalability and Maintenance

If your test needs might change in the near future, it’s wise to invest in a modular or upgradable fixture. Look for designs that allow:

Easy probe replacement

Interchangeable probe plates

Quick fixture swaps for different board versions

This is where modular fixture platforms from Equip-Test really shine. These fixtures can be easily reconfigured or upgraded, providing flexibility without excessive downtime or new tooling costs.

Step 6: Work with a Trusted Fixture Manufacturer

Even with a clear checklist, designing the perfect fixture isn’t always DIY-friendly. Partnering with a company that specializes in test fixture development ensures:

Optimal layout and mechanical design

High-quality materials and build

Fast turnaround and support for modifications

Integration with test equipment (ICT, functional testers, etc.)

Equip-Test has been at the forefront of manual fixture solutions for years, supporting global electronics manufacturers with robust, reliable test platforms. Whether you're outfitting a new production line or upgrading legacy systems, their engineering team brings unmatched expertise to every custom fixture build.

Final Thoughts: Precision Starts at the Fixture

Your test equipment is only as good as the connection it makes with the unit under test—and that connection starts with a well-chosen manual fixture. By carefully considering your application requirements, board design, probe technology, ergonomics, and future needs, you can ensure accurate, repeatable test results while keeping costs under control.

Ready to explore your options or need expert advice? Visit Equip-Test to discover high-performance manual fixtures designed to elevate your testing process from the ground up.

[the-spam-specialist]

Welcome to the Survive the Digital Sacrifice AU!

Years ago, a now-defunct company known as C&A created a complete virtual reality video game called "The Amazing Digital Circus" featuring a highly advanced ringmaster guide. However, the game was boycotted and the project was trashed when several beta testers mysteriously died while in the game. Not many details about these strange deaths are known, but rumor has it that the ringmaster AI within the game was responsible for the player deaths.

In the present day, a 25-year-old accountant woman finds herself the victim of a kidnapping. A strange group of people force a headset on her and send her into The Amazing Digital Circus video game, thought to be long gone.

Within the digital world, the accountant woman, taking on the name Pomni, finds her place in a group of other kidnapping victims. She finds out that she was put into the world by a group of people obsessed with "The Amazing Digital Circus" controversy to be sacrificed to The Ringmaster, the very AI rumored to be responsible for the mysterious deaths all those years ago. This group of human survivors, led by a woman named Ragatha, fight for their lives against The Ringmaster's NPC minions sent to assassinate them.

When someone dies in the digital world, they become a glitching black mass of multicolored eyes. The humans' goal is to track down The Ringmaster and kill it, believing it will grant them their exit from the digital world.

However, one fateful day, Pomni finds herself coming face to face with The Ringmaster himself. And she realizes that...maybe the humans have it all wrong. Maybe The Ringmaster wasn't responsible for all of those deaths. Maybe those people became abstracted creatures because of something else.

Is The Ringmaster truly the monster in this world?

[ashloremystic]

18+ MDNI

Female Reader × Dragon

I've never done a dragon story like this before so please be nice! I hope I did well and sorry for any mistakes I left behind.

This is part of the Dark Romance Dating App Stories. (I guess I need to make a list to ping)

The Dragons Little Thief (Beta tester)

You were a social media influencer with a huge following. You really enjoyed it and the sense of freedom it gave you. Most of your content was usually Traveling, A day in your life, or product testing. You even had a following for a few of your more “Adult content ” which involved short teasing clips or a range of uncommon smutt stories. Most include your favorite mythical creature….A dragon.

Most of your following knew that you were obsessed with them. They would send you cute dragon plushies and other gifts all the time. One of the pleasure companies that you did previous reviews for even sent you a scaled grind pad as a thank you…and boy did you use it almost every night. There was just something about them that made your gut go tight and toes curl.

So when one of your followers, who worked at Sensational Simulations messaged you telling you that there was an actual real live Dragons Shifter coming to the company and that they needed someone to test the new room out..(deep breath) You quickly got all of the details and put your application in.

Every day for the next 3 days you would wait. Just staring at your phone or your computer. Daydreaming of what you expected it to be like as you rode that pad.

You wondered if he would show you his dragon shape….If he would be a huge one. Thoughts of his anatomy…the size of that too.

*ping*

An email comes through as you were pages deep in research about real life Dragons and how rare and very few were left. So yes..This opportunity was going to be a once in a lifetime one. You'd be devastated if they turned you down.

Application Approve!

Details will be sent over shortly with instructions and accommodations. Please read the disclaimers and sign everything.

See you soon,

Sensational Simulations associates

You shouted in excitement! Yes! This was happening!

Grind pad temporarily forgotten you went to the next email and opened all the attachments. Most of them were the standard “We're not responsible for the yadda yaddda” stuff, so you brushed through them. Signing and flipping to the next.

Terms and agreements were pretty interesting. The date that they had set was for next week. In the meantime, a diet chart and a minimum water intake for each day was provided. You weren't to engage in any sexual activities. With other parties or alone. No further explanation was given.

Applicants who are accepted must agree to all terms. No negotiations.

Should a success breeding occur. You are to inform the company immediately so that accommodations can be made to bring you to full term.

You bit your lip and gave it some thought. To carry something so rare….You rolled your hips and stopped…You couldn't mess this up! Surely they couldn't know if you got one last orgasm out….No! No! You were going to be honest.

So you sighed and got up, taking the pad to clean it properly and store it away with your other toys. It was going to be a long week! But what was coming at the end was going to be worth every bit of frustration.

*-*-*-*-*

Before you knew it, you were walking into the newest Sensational Simulations's facility. You followed all of the signs that led you to the volunteers center, where a group of eager developers met with you.

“Welcome Y/n. We are pleased to have you join us today.” One of the ladies with dark hair and square framed glasses greeted.

“Im excited to be here! Thank you for choosing me for the opportunity.”

“Our pleasure. We are equally as thankful. Hopefully after today's testing, we can add a new package to our DRD app. First!" She clapped her hands together. "We have to run through our checklist and examine you. So follow us.”

In the exam room, they took their time questioning you and asking if you've followed all the rules you were given and checked your diet charts. Everything was in tip top shape and at this point you were trying not to visibly bounce out of your seat.

You were about to meet a real-life Dragons! eeek!

Finally, after giving you some directions and taking your personal belongings, You were sent into the room.

The simulation slid into place as you entered what looked like a palace. Not quite a castle but built to do just the same. It felt like you were in one of those places where you'd see a high noble in an anime stay.

A chime sounded, causing you to jump slightly. .“How is the atmosphere?” One of the developers asked you.

You looked around admiring the color choices. Everything dipped or tipped in gold. Some royal purples and blues.

“It's amazing.” You reply back. Letting your fingers brush on the tables and art pieces.

“Good. You may continue in.”

You followed the directions that were given to you to navigate the place soon entering a center courtyard that held many treasures. Some shiny and others worth more than the thing you already saw around this place.

In the middle was a huge bed dressed in the finest of silks and looked so inviting. Resting peacefully in the middle was a young man befitting such a large bed. His features were beautiful. Warm skin and long, straight dark hair.

Slight disappointment filled your gut. You expected him to be shifted into his form already. He was still good to look at though as he continued to rest quietly….that was until you stumbled on something as you were admiring some of his treasures he had tucked away.

“Who dare tries to steal from me?” His deep voice sounded. Filling the room. It was as if he was right in your ear.

“I promise I wasn’t stealing. Just curious.” You answered as you backed away from the cup that rolled past your feet.

“Curious beings shouldn't go snooping where they may get eaten.” Steam left his small nose as he sat up. His beautiful dark honey eyes watching your every move.

That's what you were her for though right? You knew his meaning had more Vore behind it but…a girl was hopeful here.

“I promise I didn’'t come with ill intent.”

“yet you touched my things without permission."

You didn't see him shift, but somehow he had, and you were now wrapped in a tail that lifted you up from the ground and pulled you towards the bed.

As you were dragged you admired him. He was impressive! His body was long and covered in scales that were a mix of charcoal grays and blacks. His underside was creamy white and looked very pet-able. Ha. You would pet him if you could.

His face that he pulled you up to was big as well. He had many teeth and the horns that toped his head were ivory and tipped gold. You felt the heat of the stream that left his nostrils as he inhaled and took in your scent.. Almost burning your skin.

He blew out again right at the center of your thighs and made an amused sound. Maybe scenting your arousal as a heat of your own stirred.

His long tongue slipped out. So long that as it went between your thighs you could feel it up the middle of your back. Laving it moist in it wake.

“Eat you, I shall then” He said as that tongue worked it's way between your folds and dragged itself through them. Slow and steadily. He brushed his long thick and massive tongue against your core. Teasing all of your holes with constant friction.

You whimpered at how hot it was.. this….this was probably why they had you consume so much water. Perhaps they didn't want you to burn...

The thought made you remember you were being watched. But only for a moment. As you felt your body tensing up. You moaned as you wiggled helplessly against the the part that brushed against your now swollen ball of nerves, craving relief and more at the same time.

“You soak my tongue little thief.” You heard him say as he pulled it away. Your body now felt so cold without its warmth. Yet again the thought was far from your mind as you felt the tip of his tail grinding where he had just been continuing to drive you over the edge he'd just taken you to.

The scales felt nothing like the flimsy toy you had at home. The real thing was much more textured and less uniformed the further up it went. Every nerve in your body came alive as he watched it tease you. Bumping and rubbing against your clit faster as your fluids lubed it up.

You begged him, but for what? The options were plenty here.

“So eager. Should I fuck you with my tail first my needy theif? The night is young and you have much to make up for.”

“oh yes, yess please.” you begged as you squirmed in his hold.

This seemed to please him. He placed you gently on the bed beside his long massive body. His head came around and watched as his tail breached your entrance. Slowly sinking inch by inch inside. Watching as you stretched around it.

It was painful at first. Filling you with its awkward shape but all you did was shifted your hips and tried to relax around it so you could gain friction. Sucking up your painful whines that turned into sobbing moans as he decided he was deep enough and started thrusting.

Steam blew across your skin and breast over your already harden nipples. You tried to look at his face and saw one of his eyes thay were half lidded. Watching intently as his tail sanked over and over again in side of you. He noticed you watching him and lingered for a moment before his tail twisted slightly, So the bigger more raised scales brushed right against your gspot.

The texture against your sensitive walls felt amazing as he pumped it through you deeper. Watching your eyes roll back into your skull.“You take my tail so well.” His voice ranged out as his long tongue slipped out and dragged against your body. Again finding your clit and lapping at it.

Before you knew it, you were having one of the best releases you had ever experienced in your life. It was so fucking amazing you almost didnt care if he ended you.

His tail pulled out dripping with your arousal and curled around your waist. The bed shifted under his weight as his back legs stepped down to the floor positioning himself so he could move better. You knew this cus when his actual cock slipped out from its hiding spot, his tail positioned your body right against the bed and the tip was right at your stretched entrance.

He pressed his hips forward and had no trouble at all getting the first few inches in. He did a couple of test strokes and you moaned at the fullness still drooling from the last orgasm. Obviously, he couldn't fit all of it in, but he was going to try as he pounded himself deeper…. So deep you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

At some point, the tip of his tail ended up between your lips. Muffling you as he fucked you so hard the room filled with the sounds of the the bed creaking and his body against yours. You could even hear his breathing and feel the stream that blew over the two of you as he neared his own release.

At last…He came blowing flames up as he did with moan of his own that sounded more like a roar..Hot thick seed filled you as it pressed deep against your cervix. Warming you from the inside, leaving you feeling full and satisfied...

You expected him to pull you loose then but instead he kept himself buried deep inside of you. Cum still pouring deep inside. His tail keeping you secured as he climbed back onto the bed and curled around you.

“Rest little thief….I'm not quite through with you yet.”

"yay" you said weakly as you slipped into sleep. Just barely missing his laughter to your enthusiasm...

…..

The developers considered this a success. They stayed and watched in awe and others in greed at how well you and "their" royal dragon were getting alone. The moment he kept you pinned, they knew he had took to you and was going to try to breed with you….It was the motivation behind this room in the first place. To try to regrow the dragon population.

So they left you two to rest alone… even though not much resting took place and went to plan out thair next phase...

Woahhhhh I hope yall like that.....It took me a minute

[buckets-and-trees]

SHIELD GAMING

encounters for various couples in a modern AU

The agents and employees of SHIELD have one purpose: produce and distribute the most elite gaming experience. Period. The game design team is comprised of Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Joaquin Torres and led by team captain Steve Rogers.

Ahead of a giant release, the pressure mounts to get things to to perfect, but it will take more than just the game designers to reach that mark. Story writers, the marketing team, customer service, engineers, and testers.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] explicit smut, romance and/or liaisons in the workplace - and out of the workplace, some sass, secret relationships, oblivious idiots in love, rivals to lovers, age gap, threesome encounters, friends with benefits, etc

Game Designer!Beefy Bucky Barnes x Game Tester!Female Reader -> Perfectionists -> Test Play -> Permissions

Game Designer!Natasha Romanov x Game Designer!Joaquin Torres -> Late Night Quickie

[regressionschool]

Maturity Test Part 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Anna, Lilly, and Olaf arrived at the reclassification center, the atmosphere tense with anticipation. The building, sleek and modern, loomed ahead, its polished glass reflecting the bright afternoon sun. The trio stepped inside, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the warmth outside. The reception area was quiet, a few others waiting with the same mix of nervousness and hope that hung around them.

They were guided to a private room where the reclassification tests would take place. The room was simple, with a few chairs, a large table, and several machines designed to assess the various levels of maturity, competence, and independence.

Olaf fidgeted nervously, clutching Lilly’s hand for comfort. Anna watched him with concern, noticing how little and anxious he seemed. This was a far cry from the Olaf she remembered from their school days. Beside him, Lilly exuded calm, her presence a constant reassurance for Olaf.

Rebecca entered the room next, her demeanor noticeably different from the last time Anna had seen her. Today, she wasn’t in her usual thick diaper but in pull-ups. She hadn’t worn one in so long, and the idea of showing off her “potty training” skills made her feel like she was on top of the world. Even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in five years, she still clung to the hope that this was her chance to prove she was ready for a little more maturity. Her eyes lit up when she saw Anna, and she ran over, her pull-up crinkling as she moved.

“Anna!” Rebecca called, throwing her arms around her friend. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Anna hugged her tightly, a mix of relief and sadness washing over her. Rebecca looked so proud in her pull-up, but Anna knew this reclassification would determine her fate—whether she’d remain in pull-ups or be placed back into diapers.

“You look great, Becky,” Anna said, smiling warmly. “How are you feeling?”

Rebecca grinned, her excitement palpable. “I’m gonna be a big girl again, Anna. I just know it!”

Olaf, on the other hand, was much quieter. His pull-up was already starting to feel damp against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his thumb creeping towards his mouth before he caught himself.

Lilly, standing nearby, exchanged a knowing glance with Anna. The stakes were high for all of them, and while Rebecca’s enthusiasm was endearing, Anna couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her. The reclassification tests were unpredictable, and the outcome was never guaranteed.

Soon, the testers arrived, ushering each of them into separate assessment rooms. Anna felt a pang of anxiety as she watched Rebecca and Olaf disappear behind the doors. She and Lilly were led to their own rooms, where they were quickly and efficiently tested on their maturity, decision-making skills, and ability to handle adult responsibilities. The process was routine for them, and both women were confident in the outcome.

After what felt like hours, Anna and Rebecca were finally reunited in the main room, where the results were to be announced. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the testers entered, carrying the documents that would determine their futures.

The head tester, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard, began reading out the results.

“Anna,” she said, looking up briefly before returning her gaze to the clipboard, “remains classified as an Adult.”

Anna let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, relief flooding through her.

“Rebecca,” the tester announced next, her tone neutral, “has been reclassified as a Preschooler.”

Rebecca’s face lit up with a mixture of pride and relief. “I did it!” she whispered excitedly to Anna, practically bouncing in place.

But as they celebrated, the evaluator’s expression turned more serious. “There’s just one issue,” she said, her tone somber. “Rebecca, since you’ve been reclassified as a preschooler, you’ll need to have a caregiver assigned to you. Unfortunately, the regression school nursery is only for toddlers, so if you can’t find a caregiver, you’ll have to stay classified as a toddler.”

Rebecca’s joy faltered, her face falling as the weight of the situation settled in. “But… I don’t have a caregiver,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t want to be a toddler again…”

Anna’s heart ached as she saw the distress in Rebecca’s eyes. She couldn’t bear the thought of her friend being forced back into toddlerhood after all the progress she had made. And in that moment, the decision became clear.

“I’ll be your caregiver, Becky,” Anna said softly, reaching out to take her hand. “You don’t have to go back to being a toddler. I’ll take care of you.”

Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of relief. “Really, Anna?” she asked, her voice wavering. “You’ll be my mommy?”

Anna nodded, squeezing Rebecca’s hand gently. “Yes, Becky. I’ll be your mommy, and I’ll take care of you, just like you deserve.”

Rebecca threw her arms around Anna, hugging her tightly as she buried her face in Anna’s shoulder. “Thank you, Anna,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much.”

As they embraced, Lilly returned with Olaf. Lilly couldn’t contain her excitement as she led Olaf back towards Anna and Rebecca. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous joy, and she was practically glowing with pride as she looked down at Olaf, who was now waddling awkwardly beside her, his thick diaper forcing his legs apart. The word "Toddler" was emblazoned across the front of his diaper, a clear indication of his new classification.

“Oh, Anna, you won’t believe it!” Lilly gushed, her voice brimming with excitement. “Olaf had a little messy accident during his test. It was so unexpected, they had no choice but to regress him further!” She let out a lighthearted laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Isn’t that just adorable? He’s officially a toddler now, and I have to say, he looks so cute in his thick diapers, don’t you think?”

Anna looked at Olaf, her heart sinking as she saw the expression on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears, his bottom lip quivering as he processed Lilly’s words. The weight of the situation seemed to crush down on him all at once, and his thumb, which had been hovering near his mouth, found its way between his lips.

But even the comfort of his thumb wasn’t enough to hold back the flood of emotions that had been building inside him. His eyes welled up, and within moments, the first tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, and then another. Before anyone could react, Olaf began to sob, his small shoulders shaking with the force of his cries.

“I-I don’t want to be a toddler!” Olaf wailed, his voice muffled around his thumb as he buried his face into Lilly’s side. The tears came faster now, streaming down his cheeks in a torrent of grief and frustration. “I-I’m not a baby… I’m not…”

Anna, feeling her own heart ache at the sight of Olaf’s anguish, stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. “Olaf,” she said softly, trying to catch his tear-filled gaze. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s a big change, and it’s okay to feel upset about it.”

But then, something clicked in her mind. She remembered Lilly had done something before the reclassification that she hadn’t paid much attention to at the time.

Earlier that day, when they were getting ready to leave for the reclassification, Anna had seen Lilly give Olaf a suppository. Anna hadn’t thought much of it, assuming it was just something to calm his nerves. But now, as she watched Lilly’s calm demeanor in the face of Olaf’s accident, it all made sense.

Anna’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. Of course. It was why Lilly hadn’t been worried about Olaf making it through the reclassification without an accident. She had planned this all along, ensuring that Olaf would be humiliated and further regressed. The suppository would have ensured that Olaf’s body would betray him, no matter how hard he tried to control it.

She couldn’t stay silent any longer. What Lilly had done wasn’t just manipulative; it was cruel. "Lilly, what the hell were you thinking?" she snapped, her eyes blazing as she glared at her. "That suppository was not to calm Olaf down, was it?"

Lilly paused, looking up at Anna with an expression of feigned innocence. "Anna, what are you talking about? I’m just taking care of Olaf, like any good mommy would."

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Anna shot back, her voice rising. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You set him up to fail! You wanted him to mess himself right at the reclassification, didn’t you? So that he’d be more dependent on you, sure to be reclassified as a toddler."

Olaf, who had been lying quietly, now looked up at Anna with wide, confused eyes. He hadn’t connected the dots, but now, hearing Anna’s words, a look of realization slowly dawned on his face. He turned to Lilly, searching her face for any hint of denial, but found none.

Lilly’s expression hardened, the pretense of innocence slipping away. "And what if I did?" she said coolly, standing up and facing Anna with a defiant tilt of her chin. "Olaf needs someone to take care of him. He’s happier this way, aren’t you, Olaf?"

Olaf didn’t answer, his face a mix of shame and uncertainty. He wanted to protest, to say that he didn’t need this, that he could manage on his own, but the truth was, a part of him was scared. Scared that without Lilly’s constant care, he would be lost. The dependency that had grown between them was undeniable, even if it wasn’t something he had chosen.

Anna’s anger only grew at Lilly’s cold response. "You don’t get to make that decision for him, Lilly. You’ve been manipulating him, controlling him, and now you’re pushing him further and further into regression just so you can have control. It’s not about what’s best for Olaf; it’s about what you want!"

Lilly’s eyes flashed with anger. "You have no idea what it’s like, Anna. He needs me. He can’t take care of himself—"

"But he could try!" Anna interrupted, her voice filled with frustration. "He was doing fine before, and now he’s so dependent on you that he doesn’t even realize when he’s wetting himself. That’s not care, Lilly. That’s control."

Lilly opened her mouth to retort, but Anna didn’t give her the chance. She turned to Olaf, her expression softening as she addressed him. "Olaf, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You can still make your own choices. You can still try to be independent, to be more than what she’s trying to make you."

Olaf looked between the two women, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt torn, confused, and overwhelmed. The reality of what had happened was sinking in, and he didn’t know how to process it. Part of him wanted to cling to the comfort that Lilly provided, but another part of him was angry—angry at himself for being so easily manipulated, and angry at Lilly for doing this to him.

Lilly’s voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and cold. "Olaf, don’t listen to her. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know what’s best for you like I do."

Anna shook her head, tears of frustration and anger brimming in her eyes. "Olaf, please. You deserve better than this. You deserve the chance to be more than just… this."

But before Olaf could respond, Lilly turned and marched toward the center’s entrance, pulling Olaf along with her. Anna followed, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and fear.

When they reached the reclassification center, Anna didn’t hesitate. She stormed up to the front desk, demanding to speak to someone in charge. The receptionist, startled by her intensity, quickly made a call, and within minutes, Anna was ushered into an office where a stern-looking official sat, waiting.

Anna didn’t waste any time. She laid out everything she had witnessed, her voice trembling with anger as she described how Lilly had manipulated Olaf, how she had purposely sabotaged him to ensure he would regress further.

The official listened carefully, her expression grave as Anna recounted the details. When Anna finished, there was a long pause, the air thick with tension.

Finally, the official spoke, her voice measured and calm. "This is a serious accusation, Anna. If what you’re saying is true, it goes against everything we stand for in this program. We aim to support individuals based on their needs, not to force them into a classification that isn’t right for them."

Anna nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Olaf deserves the chance to be more than what Lilly’s trying to make him. He deserves the chance to choose his own path, not to be manipulated into one."

Olaf was led into a small examination room, looking more anxious than ever. Lilly tried to maintain her calm demeanor, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

The officials began their examination of Olaf, asking him a series of questions while conducting some basic tests. It was clear that Olaf was uncomfortable, shifting nervously as he answered, his gaze flickering between the officials and Lilly, who stood nearby, her expression unreadable.

One of the officials, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes, took a sample from Olaf to test for any foreign substances. Lilly’s face paled slightly as she watched the process, but she kept her mouth shut, not daring to say anything.

Anna, who had been waiting outside the room, was finally called in after what felt like an eternity. She walked in, her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what they had discovered.

The lead official, the stern woman, looked up from the results, her expression grave. "Anna, we’ve completed our tests, and it appears that there were indeed traces of a substance in Olaf’s system—something that would have induced a bowel movement."

Anna felt a mixture of vindication and anger surge through her. She glanced at Olaf, who looked bewildered and on the verge of tears, and then at Lilly, whose composure had finally cracked. There was fear in her eyes now, a fear that she had been caught.

"Lilly," the official continued, turning her gaze to Olaf’s so-called caregiver, "do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Lilly opened her mouth, but no words came out. She seemed to struggle for an excuse, for some way to explain away her actions, but she knew there was nothing she could say that would justify what she had done. Her silence was damning.

Anna took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "This isn’t just about what happened today," she said, addressing the officials. "Lilly has been manipulating Olaf for a long time, keeping him dependent on her, making sure he doesn’t have the chance to grow up and live his life."

The officials exchanged glances, clearly concerned by what they were hearing. The lead official nodded. "We take these kinds of accusations very seriously. We’ll need to conduct a full investigation into Lilly’s actions and her treatment of Olaf."

Olaf, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up, his voice shaky. "I... I didn’t know. I thought Mommy was just helping me..." He looked at Lilly with wide, tear-filled eyes, confusion and betrayal written all over his face.

Lilly’s eyes softened, and she stepped forward, trying to reach out to him, but the officials quickly intervened, keeping her at a distance.

"Olaf," Anna said gently, stepping closer to him, "you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of, okay? No one’s going to hurt you."

Olaf nodded slowly, but it was clear that he was struggling to process everything that was happening. His world was being turned upside down, and he didn’t know what to think or who to trust.

The lead official turned back to Anna. "We’ll be taking Lilly into custody for further questioning. Olaf will be placed in temporary care while we complete our investigation. Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Anna."

Olaf's eyes widened in panic as the officials began discussing his placement in temporary care. The very idea seemed to terrify him, and he instinctively reached out for Anna, his hands clutching at her arm with a desperate grip.

"Anna, please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I don’t want to go with strangers. I want to stay with you... and Becky. Please don’t let them take me away."

Anna's heart broke at the fear in his voice. She knew how much Olaf had come to depend on Lilly, as manipulative as she had been, and the thought of being taken away from the only familiar person left in his life was clearly overwhelming for him.

She turned to the lead official, her voice steady but firm. "Olaf doesn’t want to be placed in temporary care. If it’s alright, I would like to take care of him instead. He can stay with me and Becky. I know how to take care of him, and he’ll have someone familiar around."

The official looked at Anna thoughtfully, then back at Olaf, who was still clinging to her. "You’re sure you can handle this, Anna? Taking care of someone in Olaf’s condition is a big responsibility."

Anna nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I’m sure. I’ve known Olaf for a long time, and I want to make sure he’s in a safe and loving environment. Becky’s at the regression school, and she’d be thrilled to have Olaf stay with us. She’s always wanted a sibling."

The official considered her words carefully before finally nodding. "Alright, Anna. We’ll grant you temporary guardianship of Olaf, provided you meet the necessary requirements. We’ll conduct regular check-ins to ensure his well-being."

A wave of relief washed over Olaf’s face as the official agreed. He squeezed Anna’s hand, his fear slowly subsiding. "Thank you, Anna," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Anna smiled down at him, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "Of course, Olaf. You’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this together."

The official began preparing the necessary paperwork, explaining the responsibilities and conditions of temporary guardianship. As she handed the documents to Anna, she also retrieved Olaf’s reclassification report.

"Now, Olaf," the official began gently, "I understand you were hoping to be reclassified as a preschooler again. But after reviewing your test results and observing your behavior, we need to have an honest conversation."

Olaf looked up, a flicker of hope still lingering in his eyes. "Yes, I... I tried really hard to stay a preschooler. I didn’t even... I mean, I tried not to have any accidents."

The official’s expression softened as she continued, "You did your best, Olaf, and that’s something to be proud of. But the truth is, even if you had managed to keep your pull-up clean and dry, your overall regression has reached a point where we would have had to reclassify you to the toddler level."

Olaf’s face fell, his hopes crumbling at the official’s words. He stared at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. “So… I’m going to be in diapers again? Full-time?”

The official nodded sympathetically. “Yes, Olaf. You’ll be placed in the toddler category, which means you’ll be wearing diapers full-time and receiving the care and supervision appropriate for that level. I know this might be disappointing, but it’s what’s best for you right now.”

The official finished with the paperwork, handing the finalized documents to Anna. "We’ll keep in touch to monitor Olaf’s progress and ensure he’s adjusting well," she said kindly. "If you have any concerns or need assistance, don’t hesitate to reach out."

Anna nodded, thanking the official for her help. She then guided Olaf out of the room, holding his hand as he waddled toward the car.