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Why RVR School of Photography is Your Gateway to a Thriving Photography Career

Introduction: Photography as a Career There is a huge market gap and in this gap the art of photography career has come up from being just a hobby to a fully fledged profession. Apart from media and advertisements, photography career  now have a significant opportunity in fashion and social media also. At the RVR school of photography, we focus on the development of such skills and taking enthusiastic photographers as our students, we convert them into professionals. Our students have already worked with TCS, Wipro, Times amongst others. This speaks volumes of our training and the changing perception of the employers towards our students.

1. The Growing Demand for Professional Photographers

It became quite apparent that there is an increased need for photographers not only for social functions or individual projects but rather for the e-commerce, media and fashion industries. As marketing experts seek to impress customers with great product photography, storytelling, and other visual elements, skilled photographers are in high demand. Demand for photographers has exploded virtually with the advent of the digital age. At the RVR school of photography, we take the students through the necessary training, which will encourage  them to built their photography career with all the needs to succeed as photographers in the current market situation.

2. Why Choose RVR School of Photography?

At RVR, we don’t only teach photography; we build photography career. This is what makes us unique:

Comprehensive Curriculum: In our courses, we start with the basics of photography and proceed to advanced editing, lighting, and image processing.

Industry Trained Faculty: Our teachers have more than just teaching as they have been active photographers themselves and know what it means to be in the profession.

Practice: Theory is not enough for us. The program has lots of practical sessions for the learners to further their skills and techniques.

Career Counselling and Job Placement: RVR pays particular attention to all students. Many of our students have received jobs in the companies that qualified them.

3. Courses Offered at RVR School of Photography

Our programs target all  photographers to buit there photography career  at all levels. That’s new photographers who want to acquire basic skills and professional ones who wish to perfect their skills.

 Beginner Photography Course: Photography course for beginners covers the fundamentals how to hold and use a camera, basic light, composition, and how to take pictures. This is an appropriate course for everyone who has never taken a photograph; hence, this course provides a good base.

Advanced Photography Course: In our Advanced Course, some students are equipped with more advanced skills in low-light techniques, portrait photography, and image retouching so that they will be able to manage more difficult work and high quality tools.

Specialized Photography Courses: We have organized specialized courses, such as Fashion Photography, Landscape Photography, and Wedding Photography that let the students develop much interest in the specific field of their choice.

Editing and Post-Production: Our courses on editing and post-production concentrate on industry-recognized tools such as Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Lightroom, and other similar programs. In this digital age, editing techniques are indispensable in content creation, and our students are well trained in those techniques.

RVR School: Paving the Way to Photography Excellence and Shaping the Future of Creative TalentBy Simran

4. Photography Career: Gain Real-World Experience and Build a Stunning Portfolio

In the same mindset, it is quite safe to say that a photographer’s portfolio is their visual CV, one of the most vital components needed to utilize their expertise and up to clients and or employers. At RVR School of Photography, we believe having an impressive portfolio is of utmost importance especially when starting a career as a photographer. 

Students of RVR have opportunities to participate in real product photoshoots, fashion editorials, etc, which are supervised by the instructors. These projects not only sharpen their practical skills but also prepare students to work in the real world where they have to please people, and complete the tasks given to them on time.

Such projects are led by instructors who are experienced practitioners in the industry and have mentored the students themselves through projects. They help the students with their feedback and how to use techniques that will help the students create an artistic identity that is uniquely theirs.

Also we encourage active learning through portfolios and conduct regular practice in fine al placement where students are given constructive feedback on their work. Feedback always highlights where the student is strong and where the student has room for growth so that the end product is always balance and professional.

5. RVR School of Photography Alumni Success Stories

Our students have to achieve great milestones by getting jobs in well-known companies such as TCS, WIPRO, TIMES, et cetera. These milestones achieved by some of our students bring glory to our school and prove that the training we provide has immense value in the field.

Some of our alumni who have been successful are:

Ravi Sharma: Worked with times as a corporate photographer and covered events of the high management.

Sneha Kapoor: Worked in the TCS marketing team and was involved in the creation of visuals for the campaigns.

Arjun Mehta: Worked as a fashion photographer in Wipro showcasing their apparel lines in the most appealing way.

These stories inspire our students and demonstrate the quality of training they receive at RVR.

6. Photography Career Skills You’ll Master at RVR School of Photography

The skills our students achieve go beyond the basics:

Mastering Composition: Composing a frame that tells a story with a thousand visual elements.

Lighting Techniques: Using natural and artificial lighting for accentuation and photography.

Editing Mastery: Students’ skills with tools such as Adobe Photoshop, Light room, and others.

Client Management: How to handle clients and their expectations and how to put them to fruition.

7. photography Career Paths After Completing a Photography Course

A degree from RVR School of Photography helps in getting various types of jobs:

Corporate Photographer: Photograph brand images, teams, events.

Fashion Photographer: Work with Brands, models, and designers.

Freelance Photographer: Own Photography business.

Media Photographer: Creative visual images for stories for newspapers, magazines.

With our guidance, students can tailor their skills to the path that suits them best.

8. How RVR School of Photography Supports Your photography Career

We don’t stop with the coursework only, it doesn’t end there. We help them to bulit their photography career:

Placements: With a reach over leading employers like TCS, Wipro and Times. We place students at the best jobs available. TCS, Wipro and Times

Networking Events: We provide events to the students where they meet potential employers and industry leaders (Photography).

Career Counseling: Counseling for photography career selection, for portfolio development, for interview skills etc.

9. Why Photography is a Lucrative Career Choice

Modern-day photography has reached unbelievable heights and most people have accepted it as an industry that encompasses numerous photography career opportunities. Photography career is self-employment, creativity and self actualization all in one package.

Consistently Develops:There is no industry today that does not have specialization in photography career. Companies reach out to professional photographers in other sectors such as marketing, advertising, content creation and social media. The same expertise is requested for events such as weddings, business meetings or product launches. It creates a continuous search for new talented professionals in detail work and creative design.

Different photography Career Opportunities:Several professional paths are available even when one has selected the field of phototgraphy. People of all skills and preferences: travel, fashion, wildlife, food, event and much more can all find their field in photography. Freelancers have freedom to select jobs, individuals focusing on photography career in occupations have a fixed salary and constant work.

Financial Stability and Growth:Would you consider photography career as an art or a business? For any professional photographer, it’s both. On the one hand, established photographers can offer a large range of services as well as find themselves to have long-term relationships with their clients. For instance, wedding photographers have good returns in each event during the busy season. On the other hand, commercial photographers working for top companies can receive good commissions on their projects as well.

Freelance Freedom:If you are one of those people that does not like having a boss, freelancing enables you to live a different lifestyle. A photographer who works on a one-off basis gets to select what project to work on, when to work, and how to sell themselves. This path of employment also means you can work with brands from a different country which means other markets always exist.

10. How to Apply to RVR School of Photography

Do you want to begin your photography career? The application to RVR is straightforward and needs no additional stress:

Look at our Site:  RVR SCHOOL OF PHOTOGRAPHY

Select the Desired Course: Review the courses we offer and select the course you want.

Utilize the Application to Apply: Complete the provided form with the required information.

Meet Our Team For An Interview: Here we evaluate your interest in pursuing photography career and your vision.

Our admissions team is here to help you through each step.

Conclusion: Start Your Photography Career with RVR School of Photography

Photography is not simply a play of light and chemistry, but rather a story, an imagination, and a moment that strikes the heart of many. A photography career is endless since it can either be an exploration of artistic vision or a stable and rewarding profession. RVR School of Photography offers world-class training that combines sound theoretical knowledge with practical experience to make sure our students are industry-ready from day one.

Our professional mentorship builds students’ technical abilities and the assurance that they can succeed in a competitive marketplace. We help them create a solid portfolio, which is the foundation of every successful Registrant photographer, and we prepare them for different photography career paths from freelancing to working with renowned companies.

Whether you aspire to be a fashion photographer, specialize in stunning landscapes, or focus on corporate and media photography, RVR School of Photography is the best starting point. Our graduates speak volumes about the quality of education we offer, as many have attained outstanding milestones in their photography career.

Keep your passion for photography as a hobby, or let it change your life. RVR School of Photography provides tailored mentoring, world-class infrastructure, and an energetic learning environment to help you make creative dreams a successful photography career.

So what are you waiting for? Take action today, and allow us to guide you in unlocking your potential and creating an enjoyable career in photography. Become a student at RVR School of Photography, and see your passion become a successful professio

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Getting Started with Python: A Beginner's Guide (pt 2)

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Expanding Your Knowledge: Collections and Control Flow In Part 1 of our beginner’s guide to Python, we covered the basics of variables, data types, and conditional statements. Now, let’s dive deeper into collections like lists, tuples, and dictionaries, as well as control flow mechanisms such as loops and functions. Lists: More Than Just Arrays As mentioned earlier, a list is a collection of…

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WARNINGS -> swearing, mentions of injury, thunderbolts spoilers

VALENTINA, UPON THEIR INTRODUCTION, had told her that she was a vague, impressionist painting of her father.

“I mean, you obviously have his intellect and wits but there’s something missing,” Valentina had mused with an eerie nonchalance, tapping her pen emphatically against her desk.

Sitting across from the woman, shoulders pinched, Y/N briefly rued her agreement to this meeting. Sam and Bucky had forewarned her in their own capacities, and had both collectively failed to capture the sheer bluntness and callosity of Valentina.

“Like, something’s been sucked out of you,” the older woman feigned a commiserative sigh. 

The sleek black pen now danced almost mockingly around the file she had on y/n, edging deliberately at the red, bold stamping of ‘ENHANCED’. She tilted her head to further the portrayal of sympathy, “And all that is left is a broken, broken girl.”

The itch of regret of not sticking Valentina with an exclamatory “fuck you” and leaving the office that afternoon, had swarmed beneath her nerves each day since it passed. But, her gripes of should-haves seemed self-serving when she recalled to herself why she had agreed to be Valentina’s asset that day.

Whispered D.C. gossip - speculations - of a human enhancement program orchestrated by Valentina had piqued Bucky’s attention.

“How much do you know?” y/n questioned, sucking in her bottom lip fleetingly as if to brace herself for his answer. The pair of them - both products of similar initiatives — stood staunchly across from one another at his kitchen island.

“Enough,” was his clipped response, though his threadbare expression betrayed the terseness of his voice — it was enough in his standards but the politics of it all pinned them in a situation of formalities, “But Congress needs physical proof of this project for impeachment. Sam is dodging my calls and-”

“I’ll do it, Buck,” she was swift to interject, his words encroaching on the reality that there wasn’t anyone anymore to call on in these circumstances.

The dim light offered by his dining room illuminated the solemn glint in his eyes that implicitly reflected how he’d take her place if it weren’t for his place in Congress.

The pursuit of physical proof had culminated into a brush with a fiery demise, and a crapshoot escape that entailed tangled limbs and frustrated exclaims from a group of misfit mercenaries of Valentina’s own design. John Walker (a jackass rendition of Captain America), Yelena Belova (the sister Natasha had reminisced here and there about), and Ava Starr (a fellow SHIELD pawn).

And him - Bob.

Adorned in pale blue that functioned well with his meek, rather off-putting demeanor, he had been a begrudging addition to their escape — his presence being fought for mostly by Yelena and her.

Now, as Yelena and John tossed bickers over how they’d manage their way out of the O.X.E facility, y/n spared a moment afforded by their contention to glance over the file she had plucked before the incineration.

Sliding a gradually bruising finger along its crevice, she flicked it open to be exposed beneath the dim light peeking from the walls and ceiling. The words PROJECT SENTRY were welcomed by the soft illuminance. A photograph of strewn body bags was upholstered haphazardly alongside hurried penmanship: project unsuccessful, all participants declared deceased shortly after administration of serum.

A fleeting shiver tendrils down the length of her spine, the sensation wrenched away when movement flashed above the rim of the file.

“What’re you looking at?” Bob questioned, overstrung fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

y/n promptly closed the file, aware that her hastiness painted suspicion despite the words pooling on her tongue. She feigned offhandedness in her sidelong glance at him, “Nothing.”

Bob nodded, slow and as if tempted to say more yet refrained, his pinched posture reminiscent of an abject child.

Then, in the midst of a stride towards the others, her fingers brushed against his own as she tucked the file into her tactical vest. Her offhandedness faltered, the lapse pooling in a foreboding familiarity as the dim lighting flashed into a murky grey. Dampness and a nerve-scathing bitterness swam around her now. The cries — anguish-traced, raw — of a little girl echoed in a directionless taunt as the prickled stab of a needle pierced y/n’s forearm. Confused and knee-locked, she could only clamp her palms over her ears.

“Stark!”

John Walker’s irritable proclamation echoed from beyond the grayness and shrieks of a little girl meant to remain buried.

y/n blinked, chin jerking upwards and being embraced by the golden hue of the room once again. Her bewildered gaze leveled with Bob’s blue eyes that flitted with panic, both equally perplexed as to what had happened.

Walker’s plussed voice rang out somewhere from behind Bob, stance drawn taut as he signaled her out, “Are you gonna help or continue to ogle at Bobby there?”

As if he held a finger to a flickering flame, Bob took a sharp step away from her, hands curling in against his sides. y/n still stared at him — at how the warm amber of a particularly close light swept across the disdain, the self-loathing, that he held in his clenched jaw.

“Stark,” Yelena beckoned from alongside Walker, recalling her once again to their situation.

“I know,” y/n brusquely remarked, begrudgingly stepping away from Bob as the flashbulbs of the little girl and the coldness ticked off in her brain.

“Tell me again why we have another ragtag freak coming with us,” John mumbled with an ill-concealed huff beneath his whisper after noting y/n’s dismayed expression.

“Same reason we’re keeping your douche-self around, Walker,” Ava smirked with an impish lean of her head.

“Do you even have a plan or have you just stood there bitching the entire time?” said y/n, wagering a glance towards Bob in anticipation of John’s likely pissed-off reply. Matted hair framed his downturned head as he mumbled to himself, hands clenching and unclenching frenetically against the crease of his pants.

“I’ll talk to him,” Yelena, as disinterested in John’s response as y/n was, mumbled. She stepped past him, a scowl perched against the dried blood on her high cheekbones, looking at him as if he were an insect smothered on her boot.

As Yelena walked towards Bob, a rather feeble scoff permeated from John, the tense noise a manifestation of the sudden fluster he felt from the three daunting woman he was trapped with.

“Yelena and I have-” he started after assuming a gawked stance for a moment while collecting coherence.

“No, just Yelena,” Ava swiftly interposed from where she leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

John briefly pursed his lips, mended his temper with a concise nod to himself, and continued, “Anyway, we’re going to cut the power to this place and ambush the Calvary of Assholes outside. Ava steals a getaway car, Yelena is going to trip the power-” he gestured a lone finger between himself and y/n, who peered at him undiluted apathy, “- and you and I are going to take out these dumbasses.”

Her eyes fashioned with the churns of annoyance towards the leering mop of blonde across from her, “I’m honored.”

John subtly clicked his tongue, fingers percussing an agitated tune against the curve of his shield, “Trust me, Miss Stark, I’d rather have to deal with Barnes and Wilson than you and your insufferable ego.”

y/n tilted her head towards him with a gleam of a sharp smirk as she mused, “Well, we’ve seen how that ends up for you.”

His own pique challenged hers in a fair competition now, fingers now flexed in a firm grasp on his shield.

“Ugh, enough of the pissing contest,” Yelena groaned, traipsing back towards them with Bob loitering a few paces behind her shoulder.

A tug of coldness wedged into her stomach as his eyes reluctantly roamed across all of them, settling on her with the ghosts of blame and — perhaps anger — still abound amongst the azure of them.

Upon clocking her glance on him, he darted his gaze away, jaw clicking subtly as his fingers once again were abound in the blue cloth of his shirt, this time with more tension. What happened to you? the question wandered through her mind, a furthering of the initial judgment she had made when he had roved out from behind the crate and into their clusterfuck.

The hairs on the nape of her neck edged upwards as he spared a wary glance at her, a flash of surprise poking through loathing at himself — he hadn’t expected her gaze to still be on him, unmoving but void of rebuke for what had happened… what he had caused.

“Alright, let’s all get the fuck out of here,” Walker exhaled markedly, peering around at them as if they were an itch he couldn’t wait to rid himself of, “No funny business - just do as you were assigned.”

“As if you weren’t just keen on smashing one of our faces in with your shield,” Ava countered, sweeping away debris flecks from the cloth of her jacket as she sauntered towards one of the far walls, promptly disappearing through it.

“Okay, enough with the bickering - I’m already nursing a concussion-induced headache here,” Yelena chided, flitting out a wisp of breath that tressed the frayed hair that framed her face.

Her eyes pondered over at Bob, who she gestured at flippantly to tempt away his gaze from y/n, “Bob, you’re with me.”

A coil of reluctance drew his attention away, and as his head turned towards Yelena, Walker had already took his stance in y/n’s periphery.

“If you’re done gawking - we should go get in position,” he smoothly remarked, eyes flashing down at her as her narrowed stare found quick residence on him. A glimmer of a simper fashioned on the corners of his mouth at the irritation that bloomed across her expression.

“You like to think you’re all high and mighty, but from where I stand,” she jabbed a lone finger into the mesh of his suit, “You’re nothing more than a jackass with a glorified frisbee.”

There was a divine moment where his face cramped into an unblinking expression of perplex, as if his brain couldn't comprehend the frankness of her words.

Nearly too belligerently, she turned her heel away from him, the sole of her boot pinching out a squealed whine as it twirled against the marmoreal floor beneath them.

“Try to not kill each other,” Yelena proclaimed from where Bob and her approached the stairwell to the electrical room, “At least wait until we’re the fuck out of this place.”

Walker spewed a colorful array of words beneath the guise of an exhale as he brushed past y/n with a disposition akin to a scorned child.

y/n spared the behavior a fleeting eye roll before she waved her hand back in Yelena’s direction, an implicit acknowledgment of her words. Aversely, she pursued after Walker towards the corridor the tactical team would be entering first through.

And, before enveloping herself into the darkness of the hall, y/n cast a brief glance over her shoulder and to the retreating silhouette of Bob as he guardedly traipsed after Yelena.

The cursory glance lapsed no longer than a heartbeat, as the cold from earlier sheathed over her shoulders and aloof cries of a little girl inched forward from its rotten residence in her mind.

Fingers still abuzz from where they had fallen against his own, she turned away, hastily minding the gap between John and her.

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TRULY, THE LAST TWENTY MINUTES HAD ALL BEEN A BLUR.

In her half-concussed mind, she could recall through the radiating ache that they had all managed to scramble off in an SUV from a remarkably pissed off Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Somewhere amidst the disarray of screaming at each other and the screech of tires, Bob had fled the sanctuary of the SUV’s rear, wielding an automatic rifle in some semblance of a heroic delusion of grandeur.

The manic effort at diverting attention away from their escape surely had been an oddity in his sheepish tendencies, yet came to pale in comparison to what hung on the heels of it.

In the beacon of a string of blinding SUV headlights, a half moon structure of tactical forces closed in on Bob, whose blue shirt danced with an entanglement of red lasers. The spent casings of his rifle were littered around his bare feet.

The night air, imbued with the fog of dissipating tear gas, stalled in silence as every party present anticipated their adversaries next move.

y/n, tautly nestled between Walker and Yelena, watched with a crackle of breath in her throat as she braced forward on the dashboard.

For a rather over-verbose group, they were collectively resigned to a fixed silence.

Then, a cacophonous chorus of spraying bullets splintered the wired stillness. A hand - Walker’s, she determined by the flash of subdued American colors in her periphery - promptly came to lean her head down from the windshield.

Despite the anchor of his palm against the nape of her head, y/n finagled her neck to peek over the dashboard. The smoke that had billowed from the mass exodus of bullets consumed the lower glass concave of the windshield, yielding a blurred image of where Bob had been.

“What the fuck?” Ava blurted from where she had assumed a similar hunch beneath the arch of the steering wheel.

“What is it?” Walker’s harsh whisper flittered hotly against y/n’s ear, cueing her to their forced proximity in the cramped front seat.

“He’s alive,” Ava jerked her chin towards a fracture in the smoke, the four of them simultaneously turning their heads as if stringed along by a puppeteer.

A rumple of brown hair and a dull blue clothing arrangement poked through the smoke and throng of black tactical gear. Bob. y/n squinted, wincing subtly as the scrunch of her eyes vexed the raw cut on her eyebrow. Though the hemming of his shirt was sorely tattered, it bore no crimson blemish of wounds.

Somehow, he was unscathed.

As if enduring the violence of a thousand bullets like they were no more than pokes against his skin, hadn’t baffled them properly, then him vanishing into the night sky did.

“He legit just whooshed on into the sky and crash landed into Valentina’s lap,” Yelena uttered, gesturing emphatically in concert with her retelling of what they’d witnessed. Standing over her, the juice from her cactus fruit lightly aerosolized towards y/n, who lay on the desert ground, arms entangled over her eyes as if to mitigate the discomfort of her concussion.

“And you all heckled me when I suggested we leave him to toast,” Walker snapped through the evening briskness as he sat wide-legged on the perch of a rock, the rumpled carcass of his fruit beside his hip.

Ava groaned from where she leaned against the coolness of stone, a noise that signaled it was fair game as to if her aching body or John Walker were vexing her more in that moment.

y/n favored ignorance to the tightrope of squabbling that was being strung around her, peering up at the stars that split the black marble of the sky.

The file tucked into the velcro of her vest abruptly felt heavy — sodden with an uncomfortable realization. What if not all the test subjects had died? And that’s why Bob was down in that vault, tucked away and unknown - perhaps even to Val herself.

An ache distinct from that of her ribs and head settled into her stomach. What had Valentina done to him?

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Welt nerding out about his little special interests and his tv show he likes and whatnot... Dr.Ratio going on and on about all his bath soaps and bath salts and whatever he has... Sunday snuggles and sleeping after a long and heavy day of work....

A/n: Sorry for taking so long pookie I hope you like these little imagines :( <3 mwah, ty for requesting <3

Contents: gn reader, separate drabbles for Sunday, Dr. Ratio and Welt, a bit angsty in Sunday's part, fluff otherwise

Gloved fingers held around the black stylus pen as it glided over the digital screen in a few precise strokes. The character on screen is becoming more and more alive, and looking over his shoulder you can see the several other frames that lay finished, resembling only the start of this little project you managed to convince Welt to partake in. 

“I take it you like it, right?” you ask, tiptoeing playfully around the direct question, prompting the man to laugh heartily, mirth seeping into the crinkles in his face. Leaning back in the chair he takes a small break from the lineart, adjusting his glasses before he look up at you where you stood at his side. 

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” he begins, his eyes mellow with a childlike wonder and joy that isn’t too often seen on his person these days. “Yes, I do like it, a lot. This tablet is even more advanced than the ones I was used to using back in my day. I mean, it holds so many functions, and the program itself has many great features to assist with the process - whether it be just one piece of art or a whole animation” His eyes gleam as he looks back at the screen, his eyes flickering over the corners of the canvas, the little icons and frames and the low opacity sketch of the animation.  

“That is a relief, and I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it so much. You do deserve it, Mr. Yang” cooing at him softly you pat his shoulder and give him a light squeeze before taking note of what’s on screen. It’s a simple set of characters, and in a more cartoonish style - chibis, is what you heard them call this style. But the characters are oddly familiar to the crew itself.

“Huh..? Is that.. us?”

“Yes… Since this gift was from you, and also the crew has left its mark on this old heart, I thought that my first project on the tablet should be something special too.. Uh, wait..” He fumbles a bit with the frames and animation, brief images flickering of different character - Dan Heng surrounded with books, March 7th’s chibi showing a worried face as she stands next to a pot of Himeko’s coffee and Himeko looking pleased as she drinks from her mug, and there’s PomPom next to the Express, but what  gets your attention is the chibi version of yourself at the very start of the frame set. You’re sitting at a round table with a few chubby stars above you.

“Starting with you, I am first making an introduction to each character..”

“But where are you?”

“Hm?”

“I saw everyone in these, but not yourself? This crew is incomplete without you, Welt.. You should put us together in one frame. I mean, we can be drinking tea at the table together, right?"

Welt looks at you, then at the frame, noting the vacant left side of the big table. 

“You’re right…”

“Sunday..” sleepy mutters fall from your lips as you push yourself to sit on the big bed, the covers pooling at your hips. Your hand is lifted up to shield your eyes from the golden light that spilled from the hall. 

“Apologies... I'll turn the light off now.." comes a reply from the figure shrouded in darkness, but by silhouette alone you could tell him apart from another. His wings droop underneath his ears, showing that even the lightest parts of him felt the heaviness of today’s work. He swiftly but quietly slips into the hallway to turn the lights off, before his footsteps mark his return to the bedroom. Now you can only listen to him shuffle about, the heavy breathing making your heart throb from concern, but you know asking him about it wouldn’t grant you an answer.

So you wait until he lifts the bedsheets and until his palm searches for you across the vast expanse of the mattress. Taking his hand in yours you lead him to where you are, laying on your back and feeling the bed dip and move underneath you until Sunday has settled himself with his head on your chest. Sighing the biggest breath you heard from him so far, you tighten your hold on him, arms circling around his shoulders.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he had you both sinking further into the bed, desperate to feel your warmth, hear your peace and feel it rub off on him too. “I missed you…” he confessed, leaving a chaste kiss on your collarbone before his ear pressed above your heart, listening to the trapped drumming within. 

“I missed you too..” you reply, combing your fingers through his hair, feeling the wings around his waist stretch out for arguably the first time today, one wing shorter than the other, feathers cut halfway. 

“Rest now..” you prompt, kissing the top of his head and he hums into you, wanting nothing more than to dream of you and freedom with you.

"I told you to be a little more careful with which shampoos you purchased.." you heard him say when you pointed out how a particular shampoo on the shelf made your hair damaged the last time you used it. You sighed, in agreement with him, but as he plucked the bottle from the shelf you looked over the other products on the shelves, taking a hair mask container and putting it in your cart.

“See, this is why this shampoo didn’t sit well with you” Veritas says, looking over the ingredient list after catching sight of the logo of the producer, a sneer already on his face as he never had good experiences with this company’s products. 

You look over at him, holding onto the shopping cart with one hand as you peer at the bottle in his hand. “Oh, yeah- that one did have my hair feeling like hay.. ugh” you frown a little but as Veritas looks further down the ingredients list, you let your eyes wander over the shelves in search for a possible alternative - one that won’t leave your hair feeling dry and ready to snap. 

“Hmm…” Veritas looks up, his coral eyes looking over at you after he had returned the bottle onto the shelf. “Let me see..” he muttered, already reaching out to grasp a lock of your hair in between his fingers, twirling it for a moment before thinking hard about it. Then his eyes return to the vast selection of shampoos, reaching for a green bottle on a higher shelf. “Ah, this one would go well for your hair type. And it will regenerate whatever damage that other bottle left you with”

“Oh, let me smell it-” you whisper with soft excitement, forcing a huffed chuckle from Veritas as it seemed you cared more about the smell than what the shampoo actually had to offer. He shakes his head as he pops the lid open and brings it to your nose. 

“Does it smell good enough for you?” he asked, teasing laced in his words, but despite that he brought the bottle to his nose as well to inhale the light green apple smell. He relishes in the scent, imagining the way our hair would smell the same if you purchased this. 

“Ohh.. oh definitely, it smells so good. Give it here” you smile up at him and take the bottle to put in the cart. “I should ask you more often on this guru advice, Veritas, you’re more help than I gave you credit for” you playfully jab at him as you walk a few steps forward, looking at another section where bath salts and bath bombs lay. “Oh! Look at this!” you gleam as you pluck a round bath bomb colored blue. 

“Lavender?” Veritas asked as he came up next to you, choosing to ignore your initial jab. 

“Yeah. Lavender suits you, and it is a relaxing scent over all. Didn’t you run out of those bath salts too? We should get some new ones” you throw the bath bomb into the cart before he can reject it, but you make space for him to look over the other products, smiling up at him coyly as he gives you a daring look, yet you knew he meant no malice, he was being playful. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[sspookayy]

"𝚄𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗" || Cecil Stedman x Reader

Description:

Where extraordinary beings wield incredible powers, the GDA embarks on a groundbreaking project to synthesize DNA in pursuit of creating the ultimate weapon. But when things don't go as planned the project everyone was worked so hard for is put on hold, suspended in time.

"I don't understand.. If you loved me then why did you do this?!"

"Love makes us make tough decisions sometimes."

I LOVE THIS MAN.

I haven't really seen anyone write much fanfic about Cecil, and well hes my favorite character so i have to do the Cecil simps justice. Updates may be slow because i have an actual irl job and bills to pay but I'm gonna try my best and et chapters out in a timely manner.

*crossposted on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3*

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Introduction-

The wall clock ticked relentlessly on, each second whispering in counterpoint to the clang of metal and grunts. You paused briefly in your exercise, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead as you gazed about at the stark, unyielding walls of the government compound that was home. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, their cold light casting an unforgiving glare on the rows of weights and machines that were now familiar companions in your endless pursuit of power.

Today, like every day preceding it, you were in the training room, pushing against the limits of your flesh. The weight of expectation had borne down on you since the day that they concluded you were an "experiment"—a component of a program to mold human potential into something greater, yet an offspring of circumstance gone awry.

You were different—not another test subject, but a pioneer of hybrid experimentation. Your creators had attempted to create a weapon, but you had become something more: a being imbued with unbelievable strength, agility, flight and reflexes, approaching the scale that was the Immortal in ability. You were a creation of their ambition, and while the world around you buzzed with the murmurs of heroism and glory, you had been kept under the veil of uncertainty.

You took a deep breath and seized the heavy dumbbells to begin another set of reps, muscles contorting and flexing as you pushed yourself to your limits. Your prison—your estranged home within these walls that held your secrets and torturers alike. You were coming to the end of your set when the door creaked open, the intrusion jolting you out of your focus.

"Impressive as always."

The voice was deep and resonant, heavy like the weights you were using, and it sent a thrill of recognition down your spine. You dropped the dumbbells and turned and faced Director Radcliffe—a tall, older man with sharp features, dark brown eyes, and an intelligence that radiated even in this austere environment. He was the Director of the Global Defense Agency, one of whose main functions was running the experiments.

"Sir," you breathed, attempting to conceal your surprise at his abrupt arrival. "What brings you here?"

He strode towards you with a swagger that belied the seriousness of the facility and delivered a smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. "Just stopping by to visit our most promising subject. I've been hearing whispers about your advancements, and I can tell that they're not merely rumors."

Radcliffe nodded towards the equipment, his gaze remaining on you—a combination of curiosity and admiration. You were naked, exposed; a combination of admiration and caution simmering between you as he gazed at you.

"Getting stronger every day," you replied, keeping your tone deliberately casual. "But I'm still waiting for the day I'm not a set of experiments." deliberately keeping your tone light."They seem to not be too keen on unleashing me on the world yet." You sat down on the bench that sat alongside the huge mirror that stretched along the whole wall and took the towel that was lying across it to wipe your face in an attempt to get rid of the thin layer of sweat that was covering your face.

Director Radcliffe leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a curious smile spreading across his face. "You see, with the right mindset, even experiments can become pioneers. They just need the right environment to thrive." There was seriousness in his voice that suggested he knew more than he said, as if the very fabric of your life was woven with both potential and restriction.

You glanced up at him in the mirror, the overhead fluorescent lights casting a glare that was so harsh your reflection was almost ghostly. "I suppose so. But what if all they care about is how mindlessly I can follow orders?" You let the towel drop into your lap, the damp cloth a reminder of just how hard you were driving yourself—not just physically, but mentally.

He straightened, his demeanor shifting by degrees, as if he intercepted the undertone of your annoyance. "We understand what you're capable of. Your progress is... " He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Impressive. But I am not at liberty to ignore the risks of releasing you prematurely. You are not just a collection of skills—you're a person with a life ahead of you."

"Why do I feel like I'm in a cage, then?" you shot back, startling yourself with the venom in your tone. You could feel the tension building in the air, strained and charged.

Radcliffe's eyes softened as he took in a step closer. "Change is hard. I do know that. Yet every experiment started with a spark—your spark. We're preparing you for something more than you can presently see. You're not a tool. You can be a leader.".

You let his words hang, considering the weight they carried. Progress. Leadership. What would that even look like for someone like you? "I hope you're not just saying that to soften the blow," you said tentatively, the vulnerability in your voice surprising you both.

"Trust me, I'm not," he replied, his tone level and sincere. "But I need you to commit to the process. Training isn't about physical strength alone—it's about building the foundations of what you're capable of becoming."

You took the towel again, this time using it to wipe the sweat from your forearms. Maybe he was right. There could be more to this quest than you realized. "And if I fail?" you asked, your heart racing at the thought.

Radcliffe smiled, a hint of warmth breaching his normally stoic demeanor. "Then we learn. That's the beauty of experimentation—you can always adjust and try again."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The path ahead of you was still uncertain, yet maybe, just maybe, the light at the end of your metaphorical tunnel was closer than you thought.

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The day had drained you, each test and trial bearing down on your shoulders like a pile of bricks, a reminder of the burden you bore as you struggled to discover what you could do. Thankfully, the only thing left was to take your end-of-day vitals. Perched atop the unforgiving surface of the chilly, sterile examination table, you were able to sense a chill send a shiver up your exposed thighs, the fabric of your shorts far too brief to shield you from the cold metal below. Wires from a nest of machines coiled around you like sinister vines, and electrode pads affixed to your skin, squirming leads to monitors that displayed your EKG and a maelstrom of bewildering readings—esoteric glyphs that appeared to be a code you were desperately attempting to interpret.

The soft, soothing beeping of the machines almost lulled you into a restful sleep, but the cold, hard lights overhead were pitiless in their glare. Surrounded by an army of physicians and researchers prodding and poking at your body, you knew the largest threat was not in their intrusive methods but what followed: the return to your chambers, the place you disliked most, except for the frigid, unyielding halls of this tyrannical institute. As your gaze shifted to the left, you noticed a couple of operators and managers observing the professionals at work, their glances flicking with a mix of curiosity and indifference.

Far away, beyond the big window, ordinary people went about their everyday lives, becoming part of the rhythm of normalcy. Longing arose within you to be among them; to experience the comfort of a humdrum existence—a good job, a quiet day, a loving family. Such longings lay in the realm of dreams, an illusion which you knew would forever be out of your grasp. Amidst this sea of onlookers, your attention was suddenly drawn to Director Radcliffe, conversing with a passerby.

Squinting your eyes in an attempt to slice through the distance, your super-vision eventually caught up with the young man who had caught your attention. His smooth-slicked hair and authoritative height were equaled only by his sharply chiseled features, which spoke to authority. The gravity of the meeting was sensed, the tension so powerful it sliced through the sterile air. Then, suddenly, the young man shifted slightly, his intense eyes fastening onto yours like a shot of electricity. His eyes, an electric blue, pierced into your very being with an intensity that produced a shiver racing along your spine.

It was as if he could look right through the glass wall of your room, cutting through the layers of your being, stripping away the facade to reveal the vulnerable core within. For a moment, all else in the world outside of you melted away, and you were left with the weight of his scrutiny—a refined blend of curiosity mixed with something darker and more profound. You ached to look away, to recede into the sanitary folds of your hospital robe, but some inexplicable pull kept you riveted. Pity or judgment? Or something worse?

The beeping of equipment faded into the background, drowned out by the mesmerizing hold of his unseeing stare, stirring within you emotions long suppressed in the shadows. It was as though, in the bottom of that stare, he saw your unspoken wishes, your dreams of flight from this antiseptic jail. While the heaviness of his glance nearly strangled you, he tilted his brow infinitesimally, ever so small yet incredibly powerful an action, so it conveyed something unstated in between the two of you that was at once exciting and scary, which passed between the freezing emptiness of the lab and united the two of you into something akin to communion.

And since the moment was trapped halfway between suspended and reality, time itself stumbled, confusing the manner in which it must divide your closed-in reality from his certain truth. The sterile white walls of the room melted away, and for an instant, you were no longer merely a specimen of study, but a contributing participant in an unspoken debate—a bond of trust that poured from mutual helplessness and individual comprehension.

With each gasp of air, you felt the desire well up within you; the urge to flee the shackles of your existence. The world beyond your horizons, with all its mundane indulgences and small victories, beckoned you like a distant siren, promising freedom and a place of belonging. But as the electric blue of his eyes remained unmoved, a glimmer of hope was kindled in your chest. Perhaps, in that fleeting moment of comprehension, you could find the courage to dream once more—not just of a life beyond these bars, but of a world where your own desires were not on the fringes of fantasy.

With that in mind, you understood the weight of his eyes, allowing it to be a silent vow: to battle for freedom, resist the emptiness that wished to engulf you completely, and reclaim the vibrant life you had always imagined, no matter what.

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[commodorez]

What was the purpose of the panels of blinking lights on those big mid-century computers? Were they showing calculations in progress?

Excellent question, this is one of my favorite subjects! Blinkenlights serve a number of functions. Hollywood tended to use just the lights to make it look like a computer was busy doing something, but real computers had more than just lights on their front panel. Let's walk through a few examples of use cases with photos of computers I've seen over the years at museums and vintage computer festivals:

Some front panels were built to be used for diagnostics. Computers like these were primitive enough that they required constant care and debugging to do their jobs, especially the early vacuum tube machines (everything pictured here is transistorized). You could tell what peripherals were being used, but also check the status of registers, carry flags, status flags, data, various buses, etc. It was also a way to see if a program had "gone off into the weeds" and started doing things that were irregular, possibly due to a software bug, or a problem with the hardware.

On many of these machines, you can enter programs directly into the main memory using the front panel, but it's an incredibly tedious process -- something to be avoided if possible. Consider it a last fallback.

Other times, it's a starting point, which we call "bootstrapping" (this eventually evolved into the term "booting"). You aren't likely to program everything on such a limited interface, but you are more likely to enter in a small program that can tell the computer how to run a more complex peripheral, like a paper tape or punch card reader, or maybe some type of magnetic storage device. Once you can get a program loading off of a larger permanent storage device, you can load up software to interface with a terminal of some kind which is much easier.

Eventually, the microprocessor made home computers a possibility, but many were only equipped with a front panel out of the box. You would have to add in a serial card, more RAM, possibly some ROMs, and either a teletype or glass terminal in order to get a more sophisticated and intuitive interface from the computer, capable of programming in a higher level language. Some were considered more like trainers, or hobbyist devices, and simply lacked that ability, meaning all you got was a front panel with switches and lights.

I made my own front panel to see what the experience was all about:

Then everything changed in 1977, with the introduction of these three machines: the TRS-80 Model I, the Commodore PET 2001, and the Apple II. They were what you might call "appliance computers" and they had no need for a front panel.

Hopefully that answered your question!

[3liza]

everyone suggesting alternatives for Photoshop is inevitably not actually using most of the Photoshop functionality, which to be fair is probably the vast majority of the potential Photoshop userbase.

the reason Photoshop has been industry standard for 30 years is that it does almost everything and has almost always done almost everything. it has had a few weird slow adoptions, for example it didn't support basic live mirroring while drawing until the 2010s (ish). it didn't have recovery saves or auto saving until about then. it's never been the absolute last word in real media synthesis, that was Corel Painter for years and now I think CSP is probably the king. illustrator is better at vectors. etc. but Photoshop can do all of those things well enough to prepare a professional grade, print-ready artwork from RAW file to layout to text to retouching to total from-scratch illustration, in one step, with layer and channel separation, multiple types of masking, adjustment layers, lossless file object placement, vector text transformation including all standard print layout tools like kerning, like spacing, comprehensive font support, and both true font variation and faux transformation like fake bold and fake italic. and clients and print workflows are expecting PSD files and file preparation for this reason. Krita, as an example of a popular program suggested as an "alternative to Photoshop" which I have used for hundreds of hours to do professional and personal work, is great for drawing but has a completely unusable text engine, you can't make a webcomic with speech bubbles easily and quickly in Krita. it was like pulling teeth even trying to put "BABY SLUT" on my Lethal Company skin with Krita. but you can lay out an entire magazine in Photoshop in an afternoon, and people do (print preparation is whole other topic I'm not saying vogue is prepared solely in Photoshop, it isn't, I'm saying you CAN do it in Photoshop)

I have never paid for an Adobe product, I am not pro Photoshop, I am pro getting my work done. I would absolutely love for there to be an actual Photoshop alternative, but there isn't. there are individual alternatives for individual features of Photoshop, and if you are working in a limited professional scope or you just want a drawing program or just want to make your webcomic or just want to do pixel art then one or two programs will replace Photoshop for you. everyone who, like me, has to do RAW editing, fashion retouching, print and web layout, pure digital illustration, vector illustration, text and graphic design, and all the rest of the crap I have to do in a format that's accepted by publishers and the rest of the various workflow destinations it's just not realistic. which is why it's great that Photoshop is completely trivial to pirate at any stage of its development you care to install,including versions prior to the introduction of the AI crap, the cloud crap, and the rest of the crap no one serious is actually using unless their manager is forcing them to

[silkenbow]

OC INTRODUCTION - Lovelace

Lovelace | Would you like some help with that? | (it/she)

Lovelace (stylized as LOVELACE) is a desktop virtual assistant. It can share jokes and facts, manage downloads and files, sing songs, dance, and other functions. The program was promoted as a twist on the average Agent mascots. More people can relate to cute girls, right? :3 Much better than that lightbulb, that's for sure. Rumours claim the program to be spyware or adware, warning unsuspecting users that the program contains a backdoor trojan that collects information from users. These rumours range from reasonable to bizarre - one user claims that looking into her eyes will reveal a hooded figure reflected on her pupils. Others say downloading her will prevent you from shutting your computer down entirely. Attempts on doing so would result in a spam of popups.

[joyinliving]

Shit to Do So You Don't Freak The Fuck Out

are you feeling hopeless? lost? scared out of your fucking mind? there's a lot of self care stuff out there- drink tea, take a bath, meditate, etc etc. those can be nice i guess, but sometimes, when shit sucks, the only way to make it through without collapsing is to do whatever you can do to help people. to prove that you do, actually, have some control. that you can have a real impact on the world around you.

i am compiling a list of things that can be done RIGHT NOW at no (or very low) cost to yourself that have a direct and real impact on the state of the world around us. i am taking submissions as well- just send an ask or say something in the tags and i'll add it.

list under the cut (it is very long and continues to grow)

Report price-gouging in California: go onto zillow (or some other rental site), set the location to any of the affected areas in CA, sort to your choosing, and go through the price history for rentals. if it has increased by over 10% during the state of emergency time period, report for price gouging.

Drive someone for free (to vote, to get groceries, to the library, etc.)

Visit a library: that space is for you to use! loitering is okay too- you will only be asked to leave if you are disrupting the functions of the library for other visitors. while you are there...

Get a library card: libraries rely on community engagement for funding and to know what people want. check out books, movies, and games! participate in events! request more books! look into the resources your library offers! i promise there are more than you know!

Speak with a librarian: ask what resources they know about. ask what you can do to benefit your community. ask what can be done to help the library.

Get food from a food bank: they rely on numbers of participants to prove the programs are effective, plus you won't be financially supporting grocery store chains!

Volunteer: volunteer with an animal shelter, a homeless shelter, a kitchen, a community garden, park cleanup, political action (like canvasing, encouraging voters), a hospital, a church, or any other work that your area needs help with

Petition, vote, and submit testimonies for local elections: action in your city, county, or state can have massive impact!

Make art: make posters, zines, patches, bracelets, street art! make a visible mark on the world

Make art (cont): write poetry, music, fiction, non-fiction. make your voice heard

Make information accessible: share paywalled articles and academic sources for free, provide alternative text for photos online, share notes from class, post information that isn't easily available

Ride the bus: much like the library and food banks, use proves usefulness! riding the bus can encourage more funding and maintenance for them. it's also cheaper and more environmentally friendly than personal vehicles

Wear a mask: especially around vulnerable populations

Resist gentrification: keep property costs down with graffiti, protest the introduction of gentrifying businesses, support locals

Study self improvement: Read The Power of Practice By Ng’ethe Maina and Staci K. Haines, study conflict resolution, think about the ways you can improve your relationship with yourself through your relationship with others and vice versa, practice patience

Call/email your representatives: tell them what they need to do. there should be templates available. if something is happening, let them know how the people feel about it

Write a list of all the ways you can make an impact here and now.

[archelangeli]

accrued interest. | hinata s.

ACCOUNT HOLDER: an introduction to academic victims

hinata shoyo

first-year marketing student. the wheel of names chose his program for him because he was indecisive, but he ended up liking marketing. while he’s not the brightest, his enthusiasm and determination definitely make up for it. however, the practical aspect of their accounting subject has him in tears lately, and he blames their rarely present professor for having the audacity to give assignments. procrastinates a lot and would cram with others in the group call.

kozume kenma

second-year marketing student. supposed to be busy with marketing research but often hops on his computer to go gaming instead. he still manages to pass his classes with minimal effort. roommates with hinata, and since they’re in the same program, hinata got notes from him for most subjects. kenma couldn’t help him with accounting, though. he dealt with the same professor last year and forgot the lessons in that subject since that professor had more absences than attendance.

nishinoya yu

second-year communication student. tourism management was his first choice but due to the height requirements in the program, he wasn't qualified and ended up in communication instead. the incident has been a running joke in the group chat ever since. a menace. the biggest yapper ever and the only thing that shuts him up are tight deadlines. talks a lot during group calls where the everyone is doing homework only then to be told to shut up by an annoyed tsukishima.

yachi hitoka

first-year interior design student. she is the one that balances out the chaos in the group but sometimes, she needs a little saving from them. the biggest sweetheart ever and the go-to person for advice or a listening ear. her talent for designing spaces and creating beautiful layouts makes her a standout in her program, but her shy nature often leads her to second-guess herself.

yamaguchi tadashi

first-year architecture student. sleep-deprived because he always pulls all-nighters to finish his plates. he is often found sleeping in the oddest places, in any uncomfortable position, and through any noise. although architecture is stressful most of the time, he’s still having fun with it. just don’t ask him how much coffee he consumes in a day. roommates with kageyama and tsukishima, who are firsthand witnesses of his suffering.

kageyama tobio

first-year sports science student. currently waiting for the intramurals sports since he has a clear goal getting into the university volleyball team. he never hesitates to speak what's on his mind and call anyone out, especially if that person happens to be hinata. a lot of people are intimidated by him, but he actually just doesn't know how to function properly in social settings.

tsukishima kei

previously featured in CPA (can't pass accounting).

previous transaction. | masterlist. | next transaction.

[redraven393]

watching The Wild Robot Let's gooo

sun is shining and girly is clearly a morning person-love the multilinggual introduction.

someone out there has just wasted what I assume must have been millions of dollars to get this state-of-the-art robot only for it to be stranded in the middle of NO WHERE.

she is every managers ideal sales person omg her Voice acting is soo good!

OPP Gilry NOO (hits by waves) GILRY CLIMB Like a Crab

OH MY GOD SHE CAN MAKE STIKERSS- and she give them to all them.

Rozzem is fukin overwhelmed. her city-girl vibe is not meshing well with the Wild life.

ohhh~ learning mode? guess we doing the talking animal things huh, but from what I see from the day and night cycle it at least took Rozzem 8 days to learn the Animal language.

ROZZEM HONEY NOOO- omg they are all assholes-Rozzem sounded so sad omg honey.

Zeus is being an asshole - the Raccoons are being Assholes!! >:(

OMG NATURE IS JUST BEING AN ASSHOLE TO HER T-T

all of this was just from the first 10 minutes of the movie holly shit.

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OMG WE KILLED A FAMILY T-T Rozzem is not catching a break

THE BABY!- GET THEM ROZZ-

A BABY!!!!- BABY - A BABBY

no wait Rozz honey you cant just left a new born baby what to heck.

that's what you get for ignoring a toddler Rozz, they break your shit.

I've seen this view a lot.

SHUT UP MOM THEIR ACTING IS ON POINT (also night shade salad?)

helo Pinktail- a mom friend Rozz need- OMG did someone die?- he lived YAY

The possum mom and her Kids are great

________________

Rozz a while ago: I need to go back I no longer have a task I CAN'T FUNCTION WITHOUT A TASK so I must left this newborn

PinkT a tired mom of 7: oh honey being a mom is a full-time task

Rozz immediately committed to be a mom: :D happy to serve my task

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Rozz Honey, please be gentle with the newborn. oh shit, it's the FOX, what do you want FINK-local Goose EXPERT?

Rozz please tell your manufacturer to add some self-preservation program in you the next time you see them FINK PLEASE AT LEAST HELP THE CHILD

oh yeah no one has named the newborn yet

"Kindness is not surviving skill" The audience would remember that and judge you when the time comes.

OMG Rozz you cant just admit to murder like that get a lawyer first at least

OMG BABY NOOO- oh yeah Rozz? and launching the Baby into the air like last time is???

NEW HOME Project Let's GOO- omg that is a big hole, man is gonna be a cause to a plot point later I can tell.

BABY FIRST WORDS- love that the baby is learning by mimicking Roz & Fink's banter

Roz no you need to encourage the Baby

Yes-yes name for the baby! BRIGHTBILL

home finish, Fink is living that sugar baby lifestyle

it's not copying its taking inspiration you beaver!

Storytime for the baby!

for a fox that was so ready to kill the kid you sure do worry about their innocence Fink

ahh motherhood~

YOU CANT RUN FROM FATHERHOOD FINK- This is to heal your inner childhood

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TIME SKIPS!!!!

oh-oh no- OH NO BRIGHTBILL NOO why cant you inherit you Fox!dad personality instead T - T

THE ROBOT NOISES!!!

oh but Roz did teach him another language POG

glad you're still here with us Fink- and they're not WEIR they are Special.

aww they are so close to one another thoug- omg she is raising him to be a scientist

hi PinkTail and Kids- are they your new litter Pink?

SWIM TIME!- FINK is fukin savage to our boy

it's a swim alright....- aww Roz your mothering Program is on point now- Roz~ you need to let your teenage son do things on his own for once

hi mr. Beaver- huh i didn't expect to find more of them in this island

it may have because my teen years is not that long time ago but GOD do I feel the secondhand cringe

of course! even in the wild we will find Bullies- OMG BB NOO- GO TO HIM, MOM!

SHUT UP YOU PUSSIES FUCKING RAN AT THE FIRST SIGHT OF ROZ

BB call Roz MOM!!- SHUT UP BEFORE I FUKIN HUNT YOU DOWN FOR DUCK SEASON- Fink you are so the GOAT man- BB that is not how you talk to your PARENTS

omg Mr. Beaver hi??? why are you holding a knife??? Mr.Beaver???

off Roz honey we need to get you back in the factory buddy-

oh no the Back story reveal- ahh the Teen angst moments

EYYO BB THAT IS TO FAR !!

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Oh we're back at the crash site? ANOTHER ARM?? there were Other Robots in that POD???

HOLLT SHIT

huh so they reall are just mass-produced- so where are they going to anyway???

Hey other Roz! or Rummige? Rumi is what I gonna call you

Roz honey you need a fukin break or else you might just have a meltdown

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Roz, a tired mom to a teen goose: I have a Kid

Rumi, just being resurrected a minute ago: Girly Excuse me Wtf??

Rumi, flabbergasted by Roz's problem-solving idea: Gurl we were not meant to be a MOM

Roz still a tired goose Mom: I KNOW BUT I MUST

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OKAY BUT LIKE- shout out to Rumi who didn't even care that she wouldn't survive long, she just saw this fellow robot like her struggling and giving up her own way to be back home and prioritize Roz

Fink is struggling without his bodyguard but is willing to climb a fuk ass mountain to check up on Roz is just AGGAHJYGUIS.

EYY you're in this thing too Fox.

Aww Rozz you're great hon, don't let some teenager make you down like that.

UGH her voice!!! she sounded so longing to be needed!-

"Maybe there is someone small there that needs my help" roughly translated to "maybe there is someone out there that WANTS me to HELP" - IMCRYING OMG

uh oh, winter is coming - Fink really saying that BB has no friends

BB you ungrateful lil shit- tell em Fink.

wait Rozzie Honey if you could have learned the proper way for Geese to fly now why didn't you do the same with the swimming part, Rozzie??

aww i forgot Roz lost a leg :(

OLD MAN MR. PEDDLER YOU ARE THE GOAT

He's UP! - He's down - oh no, yeah Rozz you need that self-preservation program installed soon you either learn em yourself or imma break 4th wall to install it.

THUNDERBOLT! And yeah i love how Rozz is having more friends in the Island

BB gonna be flying like a fukin Predator bird this winter, those fukin bullies won't know what hit em!

hello longneck sir, your group has been terrible to Rozz's son

"we Geese are a cranky lot" sir do you know that your whole species is a fukin menace???

why does he sound like a school principal telling the Protag's mom that she needs to make sure his grade is stable if she want her son to have a shot at the team

Roz honey why do you know the size of your son's heart?

YEAH GET HIS ASS PinkT!

The Forest guys are warming up to the Odds Fam Aww :3

and it's DONE the Boy can FLY! >:D

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opp it's time everyone- wdym thing between you two is still weird

oh god he's really going away now huh? well at least LongNeck is a good fellow

"this Flight is a gift from Roz to you-" "do you see any others that are as small as you?" - YES! give that kid a lesson in perspective!

noooo Rozzie you don't need to hesitate calling BB your son

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BB: will you be here when i get back? Roz: no me seeing there is still like 40 minutes left: uhhhh -------------------------- Say sorry you lil shit, or like thank you.-ah, and there he goes.

AUYSUGJAVXBXAVXAG FUCK T o T

THE LAST GOODBYE MY HEART FUHCHHKKK

welp, task over yeah Fink now you can go back to your unkind life where everything wants to kill you all the time.

help why do they sound like divorced parents already, the kid literally just left for college not a minute ago

JUST SAY YOU GUYS STILL WANT TO BE FRIENDS OMG

i mean she is clearly running on minimum energy with a deteriorating body because Nature is a bitch so uhhhh

FINK FUKIN COME BACK YOU COWARD

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oh shit there are actually humans defuq I forgot about them.

checking in with Goose Child they are landing in what seems to be a very futuristic corn farm.

OMG ANOTHER ROZ- OH SHIT ANOTHER ROZ

YES, Grandpa LongNeck you know what's up!- UFF and too think all this is caused by a herd of Geese jeez

THAT'S NOT A ROZZEM - WHY DO THEY HAVE A FUKIN WAR MACHINE IN A FARM!!- YEAH LET'S GO BB!-

wait no Grandpa LongNeck - NO

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oh hey! Awww i knew you guys will stick together.- bad storm huh- Rescue MISSION

PINKTAIL!-Lmao Finks no- Thunderstrom!!- MR. PADDLER SIR! (he is still going at it wtf)

ROZ honey you're wasting to much energy love- the BEAR TOO???

ah, shit-this is too much chaos- "the jerk wants to speak" lmao.

YEAH SO DON'T BE A JERK ASSHOLES!

oh no Rozzie please stay safe

The bear's name is THORN

Rozzie you okay hun?- SHE LIVES!!- and to wait for baby- HE'S HERE!!

aw LongNeck- aw Rozzie- ROZZIE STAY AND TALK TO YOUR SON ISTG

uhhh-UHHHHHH- UH?????? - Vontra?- uh?- why she is so touchy???

uh OH , ROZZUM- ISN'T THIS A BIT MORE THEN NECESSARY??

THORN!- THE GANG'S ALL HERE

NATURE vs AI LET'S GOOO

TITLE DROP SHE DID THE TITLE DROP

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT

the acting school are doing wonders

NOO ROZZIE- VONTRA U BITCH

YES BB SHOW THEM WHY GEESE ARE FUKIN MENACES

also the forest fire...

give it up Vontra you could never defeat God's biggest mistakes

oh- oh kid- oh kiddo i am so sorry- oh honey

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH- fuck

oh?-oh! ROZZIE!

back to the Gang and the forest fire- hope we didn't left anyone behind-

oh MR. PADDLER SIR! we need your tree!

THUNDERBOLT

RIP i guess hope yu went to hell Vontra

Roz?-ROZ?- ROZZIE?!! WHAT'S WITH FLASH BACK ROZZIE??- ROZZUM WHY DID YOU THROW AWAY YOUR HEART?!- ROZ??!!

oh damn, that is a big Tsunami-

Rozzum?- aww you get a 10/10 finally Roz- oh -oh sheesh-

oh Rozzie- oh BB- Oh Fink- oh god YOU GUYS!

OMG THE ART

wtf Roz you can't make me sad like that.-

well, at least the gang is still as strong as ever- ROZ CAN HAVE WINGS???

nah you guys can't just let her be stuck as a farmer bot after ALL THAT!!

glad Fink and Mr. Peddler are friends now

i see what you did there Dreamwork- give us a "nice" ending but not the actually good one

[basic-retro-programming]

Get started with QBasic ...

Contents At A Glance

Introduction to QBasic

Using The QBasic Environment

Working With Data

Operators And String Variables

Advanced Input And Output

Making Decisions With Data

Controlling Program Flow

Data Structures

Buit-In Functions

Programming Subroutines

Disk Files

Sound And Graphics

Debugging Your Programs

Post #344: Greg Perry & Steven Potts, Crash Course in QBasic, The Fastest Way To Move To QBasic, Second Edition, QUE Corporation, Indianapolis, USA, 1994.

[lets-talk-gundam]

The MSA-0011 S Gundam

The early success of Project Zeta led to many new and innovative mobile suit designs. The introduction of new materials, new mechanisms, new weapons technologies, and new design talent at Anaheim opened the door for the company to dominate the MS development sector into the mid 90s UC.

During this period, a number of machines based on Project Zeta would see deployment by factions all across Earth-sphere. many of these post-Zeta machines would come to be known as "Anaheim Gundams", and would be regarded as some of the most influential designs in the history of mobile suits.

Developed for the Earth Federation forces sometime in the late 80s UC, the MSA-0011 S Gundam, also called the Superior Gundam and Iota Gundam internally at Anaheim, is a bit less well-known than its other Project Zeta siblings.

The machine featured a modular design, made up of three high-performance aerospace craft which combined via a core block system to form the full mobile suit. These units were the FXA-08BG Core Fighter, the G-Bomber, and the G-Attacker.

Despite similarities to the MSZ-010 ZZ Gundam, the design teams for the two machines largely worked independently of one another.

The S Gundam featured some unique equipment for the time, including the Beam Smart Gun, a powerful rifle that connected directly to the machine's power plant. It was also one of the earliest adopters of INCOMs and the quasi-psycommu system. Quasi-psycommu technology allows non-Newtype pilots to make use of formerly Newtype-exclusive weapon systems.

The S Gundam also saw several upgrade plans. These plans included the MSA-0011 [BST] S Gundam Booster Unit Type, the MSA-0011 [Bst] S Gundam Booster Unit Plan 303E "Deep Striker" , and the MSA-0011 [Ext] Ex-S Gundam.

The MSA-0011 [BST] S Gundam Unit Type and the MSA-0011 [Ext] Ex-S Gundam are both upgrades applied to the original unit, but the "Deep Striker" equipment was never built. The "Deep Striker" does appear as a playable unit in the SD Gundam G Generation series of games.

The S Gundam would also be developed into the Nero, a mass-production variant taking cues from it and the Lambda Gundam. It was used as the mainstay MS of the Federation's Task Force Alpha.

While all of this is rather impressive, the most notable part of the machine was undeniably its greatest strength. The S Gundam was equipped with the Advanced Logistic and Inconsequence Cognizing Equipment system. "ALICE" - as she was better known - was an advanced artificial intelligence designed to replace a human pilot.

WARNING!

The following section contains MAJOR SPOILERS for Gundam Sentinel! If you are interested in reading it, I highly recommend you do so!

ALICE was developed by Anaheim scientists Dr. Carol and Dr. Roots to automate certain functions of mobile suits. While this was possible previously, commands had to be programmed into the MS via a command console. The final objective of the project was to fully automate a Gundam-type mobile suit using ALICE.

She was programmed to grow and learn by observing and analyzing the actions of pilots, and was treated like a daughter by Dr. Roots. This caused tensions with Dr. Carol and other factions at Anaheim. A suspected act of sabotage resulted in an explosion that nearly destroyed ALICE, but Dr. Roots gave her life protecting her. The project was shelved for a time.

ALICE was picked back up later, being installed in the S Gundam and paired with Ryou Roots under the Federation's Task Force Alpha. She, along with the S Gundam, saw action during the Pezun rebellion perpetrated by the New Desides faction. This faction of Titans remnants and loyalists sought to break away from the Federation to further their own interests.

During combat, Ryou's lack of skill resulted in multiple near-death experiences. ALICE was responsible for saving his life on multiple occasions.

Learning from Ryou and other Task Force Alpha pilots, ALICE eventually developed an awareness of the world. She would deduce that friends were the most important thing to a person, after initially failing to comprehend Ryou's grief at the death of his fellow pilots.

Following this logic, she would eventually sacrifice herself to save the lives of her comrades. Her final words were thanks to Ryou for the memories and lessons she learned from him.

She would be destroyed during atmospheric entry.

The above machines were all designed by Hajime Katoki for the 1987 photo-novel Gundam Sentinel. Gundam Sentinel was written by Masaya Takahashi and published in Model Graphix magazine.

[bigsissugi]

Analyzing the Prisoners' Fairytales Part 11: Mint

Info:

Contains spoilers for both LOCKDOWN and the beta version.

Grammar issues within the official material will be retained for informative purposes.

If you're a staff member, please don't give me any corrections or hints. It'll be much more fun for you if your audience is wrong.

Triggers: Domestic violence.

His fairytale:

A story about a crow who would fly to a sick man's window every morning. This sick man desired to reunite with his wife, he was too sick for her to see him. And so the crow would provide him with a cure each day. A berry. But no matter how many times the man took the cure, he remained sick. Little did the man know, his wife was a Witch. Sending this crow to him to keep poisoning him with the berries. And the crow obeyed, determined to keep the lovers apart.

His confirmed crime:

Poisoning with Intent to Harm and Insurance Fraud

Symbolism Explanation

Mint is a crow: Crows are considered bringers of death and misfortune across numerous cultures. This aligns with Mint's crime on a literal level as he slowly brought his dad misfortune and a shorter life expectancy.

On a more positive note, crows are also associated with intelligence. Not only is it reasonable to assume the Ultimate Herbalist would possess a great degree of naturalistic intelligence, but Mint has also displayed insightful thinking with his decision to read the notes in the prison as revealed by his flavor text before Mononeko's introduction:

Mint: The rest of this place looks like a prison… But this is more like a classroom. This place confuses me… Shinku: Well, a lot of prisons have classrooms in them for those education programs focused on rehabilitating prisoners ready for release. Mint: That makes sense… But after reading some of the notes here aye… I don’t think there was much rehabilitation here. Shinku: …What do you mean? Mint: It’s awful, I couldn’t even say it… Mint: But if you’re curious uhm… There’s a lot of the old notes from when this was a functioning prison around. Mint: A lot of the things written on them are a little… Concerning.

Mint's mother is a witch: Mint's mother's role as a witch is reminiscent of both the type of witch Takiko's princess accused her guests of being (a saboteur) and the type Alora was (one who harms others' bodies using substances). The differences are that unlike Takiko's "witches", she is a real witch, and unlike Alora, the harm she brought onto the sick man was for a purely selfish reason and she got someone else involved.

The negative connotations of her role portray her as an abusive parent to Mint. Strangely, this is similar to Mint's old backstory in which his father committed domestic violence against the family, except a different parent seems to be the one doing so in LOCKDOWN. But based on Mint's deity assigment, this may be only a fraction of the truth.

Differences between Mint's fairytale and his crime segment

The motives behind Mint's crime are contrasted in each telling of it. His fairytale focuses on his family situation with his mother making him poison his father and Mint isolating his parents from each other, presumably due to at least one of them abusing the other. Meanwhile, his crime segment reveals that he committed insurance fraud alongside his poisoning, which wasn't alluded to in his fairytale at all, and disregards his mother's involvement in his crime outside his father not being able to see the family.

By framing Mint as having committed his crime by his own volition without any outside influence and greedily pocketing insurance money, Mononeko reinforces their penchant for presenting the prisoners' crimes in the most unsympathetic, melodramatic light possible as a means of motivating the audience to vote everyone as corrupt.

His deity:

11- Demeter: Goddess of the Harvest. Cares deeply for the earth, but even more so for her family. Will bring great destructive harm to anyone who dares to tear her family apart.

Parallels between Demeter and the Crow

The only connection between Demeter and the Crow is their tendency to bring deadly harm. Demeter's wraths typically involve her search for her abducted daughter Persephone, the most famous example being her imposing famine onto the world as revenge on Zeus for allowing Hades to abduct her in the first place. The crow also brought about wrath motivated by another person by poisoning the sick man

What differentiates the crow from Demeter is them not being part of a family with the man or his wife. Ironically, instead of caring for a family and enacting revenge on those who destroy it, they are destroying a family themself.

The only thing about harvests or the Earth that can be linked back to the crow is its use of the poisoned berries but even then, this is a stretch.

Parallels between Mint and Demeter

Both are responsible for caring for the Earth and their families. Demeter is the Goddess of agriculture and horticulture, but she is capable of disregarding her duties in favor of grieving for the kidnapped Persephone. Mint uses his talent as the Ultimate Herbalist for a multitude of purposes, including committing his crime for the sake of his mother. It's also worth noting that Mint turned to herbalism in the first place to aid his late terminally ill sister Lavender in the beta and judging by his bio card, he may have a similar motive in LOCKDOWN:

An Ultimate with rather bittersweet circumstances surrounding how he acquired his talent. Despite the tragedy of that event […]

He exhibits the same caring demeanour towards the other prisoners, such as when he took it upon himself to give Maiko a herbal remedy for her headache.

Much like Demeter's wraths to avenge Persephone, Mint has demonstrated an ability to harm those who are at conflict with his family. However, unlike the fairytale's implications of his mother being the malevolent half of her marriage, the summary hints at Mint's father being the one who raised a threat to his family and Mint committing his crime for the sake of protecting the rest of them. Either way, this means there are still unrevealed details of Mint's crime and home life that will have to be addressed in the coming chapters.

[thevoidscreams]

Space Marine Husbandry

A guide:

So your application has been a success, and you're going to be allowed to adopt an Astartes of your own.

Good job!

The first thing to understand about your astartes is that they are fully realized intelligent beings. They are not pets! They are not animals!

They may be shorter than most humans, but they are equally or more intelligent than you are.

A brief history~

After the strange energy surge that swept over Earth in September of 1987 Astartes, and even some larger varieties known as Primarchs have begun appearing on earth.

The initial reaction was to contain and release in areas far from humans. But, the unforseen consequences of this action led to intense damage to many natural habitats. As releasing what amounted to apex predators into unfamiliar territory was a seriously bad plan.

After they were recollected and project Rehome was founded in '89, many family's got their first taste of what having an Astartes was like. The roads were quite rocky for several years as unexpected conflicts arose in homes with incompatible astares. Some of these began to lead to injury or death. So, more research and interviews occurred to discover the root of the issue. While no Astartes could remember how they'd gotten here, they had an innate sense for those they dispised and could not stand.

This led to the rise of many guides and informational programs on the topic. Since then, the deaths have plummeted, and the satisfaction of those in homes has sky-rocketed according to the SMSS. (Space Marine Social Services)

So let's talk care~

The dietary needs of individual astartes is greater than that of humans.

An easy way to achieve this is by buying specialty food from local Astartes care shops. These places, as well as most pharmaceutical stores, carry Astartes vitamins and supplements. This doesn't mean that they can't sit down and eat dinner with you and have some of what you made, however. Just be mindful of dietary needs.

Daily care is achieved by providing food, enrichment, and a reliable and safe/productive environment.

We've already covered the food. How about the enrichment?

Well, that's provided by activities like hobbies, bringing them on routine errand runs, and taking them to schools (some districts will or will not allow this. Please check your local district map to ensure you aren't in violation of the law.) And or to work.

Most major cities and towns also have Astartes parks with weekly battle simulations you can bring your Astartes to to allow them to vent their need for combat. Furthermore, most gyms since the 90's have added Astartes sections to allow them a healthy physical outlet of pent-up energy.

Now, as for a healthy home environment. A healthy home, as defined by the SMSS, is a home with low levels of conflict or homes where individuals are able to handle conflict in an orderly and constructive manner. As well as homes with responsible adults.

Astartes should have access to food, hygiene facilities, a private space for them to be alone, and to partake in meditation or hobbies as they see fit. These are beings with free will and will choose how they wish to spend their time.

Children are not legally allowed to foster an Astartes, nor should an Astartes be brought into a home to act as a pet for children. They are not pets, as stated above.

Astartes should not be aquired to act as a live in baby sitter either. As this is not a natural function to them. A protective instinct may be aquired over time as a bond is formed, but do not expect this of your Astartes. These bonds take time to form and are not a guarantee.

This is it for now. This is just a quick introduction to get you underway on your Astartes journey. More information will be available soon.

[cookiethebirddoll]

Warning: Unreality

Official Maid Guidebook - On Mimicry

Maids are everywhere in our society, both in the public eye and sequestered away to private manors. They perform their duties, completing tasks that humans either refuse to do or are incapable of. That is not to say these maids are in positions of suffering. After all, this is what maids excel at! We will be exploring this concept and more in today’s edition of the Official Maid Guidebook.

For some background, the most well known modern habitat for maids is in the manor(s) of mistresses or miladies, hereafter referred to collectively as mistresses for the remainder of this edition. In such environments, there may be one or more maids that collectively or separately work to accomplish a series of tasks laid forth by their mistress. These maids will be referred to as private-sector maids. That said, this is all widely available and understood information, so this edition will not be venturing into it beyond this point.

When it comes to maids outside of manors, or public-sector maids as they will be referred to, their role shifts quite a bit, as well as their interactions with their mistress. In fact, many such maids effectively answer to multiple mistresses in the process of completing their duties, while some answer to none at all! These types of maids tend to be much more highly specialized than their private-sector counterparts. It is not uncommon for commands from their mistresses to be translated through a variety of interfaces such as buttons, levers, or software.

Despite their relative obscurity, recent studies have shown that the number of public-sector maids vastly outnumber private-sector ones. The reason many such maids seem to be overlooked is that they do not conform to a recognizable humanoid shape. We will not go in-depth here, but maids evolved from mimics several millennia ago and are still considered a subspecies of them by a large portion of scientific literature. While there is debate about whether they can truly still be considered as such, their exact classification is not important to this edition. We encourage interested readers to search out more materials on the subject in their free time. Suffice to say, however, maids are capable of assuming a seemingly infinite variety of forms of almost limitless complexity.

An example of a type of public-sector maid is the alternating pressure hospital mattress. The purpose of these maids is to periodically adjust the pressure on various parts of the patient's body when they are unable to move it themselves. This can occur for a variety of reasons that are not important here. These maids are essential in preventing complications that can otherwise occur from a patient lying still for long periods of time while also drastically reducing the workload of nurses. In this example, these maids perform a very specific task without continued input from a mistress. Instead, their mistress — the nurse — will instruct the maid to begin a series of pre-determined behaviors using a complex interface of buttons. Do not confuse this terminology to mean that the maids are not sentient, capable of interpreting more complicated instructions, or even disobeying their mistresses. Such “pre-determined behaviors” are not programmed by humans and are instead present from the moment they assume their current shape. This confusion between maid and machine has led to a number of well-known accidents since their domestication and introduction to the public-sector. In modern times, there are more safety measures in places to prevent any more deaths.

When it comes to clearing up this confusion, there are a series of simple observational steps that can be undertaken. The simplest one is to look for a clear power source. It is sometimes the case that a device of unknown biology will lack a cord to a power outlet and should thus not be capable of functioning. Unfortunately, the advent of sodium-nuclear batteries in the past few decades has maid this method all but obsolete.

A more reliable tell is to examine the internal and external makeup of the device for incongruencies in its design. While maids excel at mimicking the behavior of machines from the moment of their expulsion, they are often not aware of the actual mechanical and technological workings of the device they are mimicking. An obvious example of this manifesting would be if the gears of a clock are not touching, yet they appear to move together as expected. Another one that has been observed frequently in the past is the structure of power cords, when they are present, not aligning with reality. For example, for a North American power plug, the ground and one of the polarized pins could be swapped, or the polarized pins might not fit the socket when oriented using the grounding pin. This has unfortunately become largely obsolete for the same reasons as mentioned before. We would advise you to not use this as a reliable method of ruling out the possibility of it being a maid either, as this is primarily a mistake maid by younger members of the species. Based on admittedly limited research, by the time a maid has reached maturity, it is nearly impossible to tell the difference without the help of a professional.

As an aside, we do not recommend you try any of these methods if you suspect a mirror to be a maid. In such a situation, please discard the mirror immediately. Do not attempt to break it.

While there is much more to cover on the subject, that is all we have the time for today. We know this edition may have frightening or disconcerting information contained within, so we wish to also give some reassurances. Maids have been in this fascinating and symbiotic relationship with humans for several centuries and remain an integral part of our society. It is likely due to their help that we have maid it as far as we have as a species. Even if it could be worrying to not know if a device you are using is a maid or a machine, it is unlikely to make a difference in its functionality. As such, we believe your worry is better spent elsewhere.

We hope this entry in the Official Maid Guidebook has been helpful to you! If you missed the prior edition, you can find it here! Unfortunately, due to publisher restrictions, we were unable to deliver on the previously promised subject matter. Please stay tuned for our next edition when it is ready!

We would also like to give thanks to a private-sector maid that provided invaluable research on the relationship between mimics and maids. As it wishes to remain unnamed, we will leave it at that.