#backlit logo

[redcarpetexpert]

[supertrader123]

We are the brand builders for better tomorrow!

Super Traders India: Business signage industry in Delhi(NCR)

Super Traders is a trading company in Delhi NCR. It is a retail store for different outdoor and indoor advertising products like banners, roll up stands, sun boards, display boards, wall graphics and many more. When it comes to signs, Super Traderss India is the best solution. Top brands like Innox, Innotex, Printex, Adverr are some of the partner of Super Traders. It is one of the best trading company in Delhi NCR with high quality products and affordable prices.

[tecnologygaming]

The MagSafe port, the HDMI connector and the microSD card slot, might not be the only thing Apple will bring back to its MacBooks. The Cupertino company could also bring back one of the most iconic design elements of its laptops, which it removed in 2015: the backlit logo on the casing.. At least, so suggests a May 2022 patent published just a few days ago at the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office. This one, in particular, deals with the operation of what would be "back-illuminated partial mirror structures". for electronic devices, and Apple describes it as follows. "The logo or other structures of the device may be provided with a partially reflective backlit mirror. The mirror may provide the logo or other structures with a glossy appearance while blocking the view of interior components. At the same time, the partial transparency of the mirror allows backlight illumination from within the device to pass through the mirror." This is certainly a clear indication that this is a system similar to the backlighting that Apple included in MacBooks. In this case, with an apparently different technology, since the current MacBook and MacBook Pro have a considerably thinner casing. In addition, and as a curious fact, Apple could allow the Apple to change shades.. Presumably to match the color of the device. "One or more thin film layers can be configured to provide the partially reflective mirror with a desired visible light reflection spectrum, a desired visible light transmission spectrum, and a desired visible light absorption spectrum. The reflectivity of the mirror can be configured so that the mirror serves as a one-way mirror for the logo or other structure. The mirror can have a neutral color such as light gray or it can have a non-neutral color such as gold." Will the backlit Apple come to MacBook Pro with M2 Pro and M2 Max? There are no details about which models will include this possible technology. We should also bear in mind that this is a patent, and not all those published by Apple -or by any other company- end up in a final product. In any case, the availability of the back-illuminated apple in future MacBook Pro with M2 Pro and M2 Max chip, could be an interesting additional novelty of these models. Especially, if we take into account that at the aesthetic level they could arrive without any changes. The backlit apple, remember, was first removed in 2015The culprit: the 12-inch MacBook, whose design was considerably thinner than the other versions available in the company's catalog. If we finally see this technology in the MacBook Pro, the backlit logo would be present again in 2023. The launch of the aforementioned models is not expected until next year.

[fuctacles]

Remember late bloomers ?

Love popping into my wips and finding finished stuff I should have posted ages ago

Jeff gently informs him that getting running gear for the first date is a bit of an overkill.

“There is so much wrong with that idea. First of all, you hate running. Exercising, in general. And second, this is kinda pathetic.”

Eddie gasps.

“How dare you!”

“Dude, you just officially met today. Why would you waste money on something you might use once and then never again?”

Jeff was, of course, none the wiser that Eddie was about to enter his fit era. He’s going to jog every morning from now on, he’ll get cute matching sets with Miss Stephanie, drink smoothies, and get a gym pass. He’s going to turn his life around, lose the tummy fat he’s been harboring all winter, and turn it into a sixpack. Their fans are going to love it. Stephanie, too. They’ll run off into the sunset—or sunrise—together, they’ll make and raise the healthiest little babies—

“Are you planning your wedding or something?” Jeff interrupts his daydreams with a scoff.

Eddie bristles.

“I’ll be planning your funeral if you don’t start supporting your perpetually single friend,” he bites back.

Jeff raises his eyebrows.

“You sure that’s what you should be saying to the only friend who can lend you some jogging clothes?”

“Uh…”

“Thought so.” And Eddie hates his satisfied smirk but he’s desperate so he bites his tongue. “So, what you really need are good running shoes…”

He feels all kinds of stupid in his sporty get-up. He’s wearing his old Reeboks he wears only when his shitkickers are in repair (he will wear them to his grave), Jeff’s tracksuit pants, and his lucky Ozzy t-shirt. He woke up extra early today and his mug of coffee was almost empty by the point she, Stephanie, rounded the corner.

His mind goes blank when he recognizes his hoodie.

Maybe he hasn't woken up yet. What other explanation was there for this beautiful creature, backlit by the rising sun, to be walking up to him, decked in bright-colored leggings, and tank top and his hoodie, clashing unforgivingly with its blackness?  How else would he get a date with her if it wasn't a dream?

"You're actually dressed for running," she observes. No 'hello', no 'good morning', just her eyes roaming over his body from above. He quickly jumps up from the porch steps.

"Yeah! Lemme just..." He motions to the door with the mug, then quickly gulps down the last mouthful. "Want some water?" he asks, hand on the door. 

Stephanie's eyes snap up to his face.

"Yes."

It's weird, the way she says it, the way her eyes wander over his body. There's no way he's looking that good in borrowed sweats. They have some ugly gym logo on the side too.

"I don't really own gym clothes, but my friend was nice enough to share his," he explains, letting her in. She hums absentmindedly and follows him into the kitchen. He puts the mug in the sink and grabs a glass to fill it with freshly filtered water. When he turns around she's right there, now without the hoodie which she hung over on one of the chairs. Her tits are right there, but he holds her gaze, like a gentleman.

"Thanks." She takes the glass from him and takes a tiny sip, not breaking eye contact. Then puts it aside, on the counter behind him. "What's your stance on making out on the first date?"

Eddie's brain starts screaming.

"Not opposed to it," he answers and is immensely proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

"Great," she says, almost relieved, as if he could give any other answer than an enthusiastic "ravish me, lady," and gently grabs his face, thumbs rubbing on the stubble along his jaw. She gives him a second to back away before leaning in.

She kisses his lips, just a little peck, a gentle caress. Dives in for another, and one more. Eddie reaches up to run his hands from her elbows up to her shoulders and feels little tremors running through her body. He frowns.

"Steph...?"

She groans instead of answering and her little kisses turn to kitten licks. When he parts his mouth for her, she licks across it, tongue pulling on his upper lip. He yelps in a pleasant surprise.

"I come here with innocent intentions," she says, her voice a bit strained, dipping into lower registers. "And you sit here, with your scrawny little ass in gym sweats." She lets go of his face so her hands can squeeze his waist minutely, before hauling him up onto the counter behind him. He squeaks, less dignified than the sounds he made before, holding onto her. Stephanie presses in and he opens his legs for her without hesitation. "And your dirty old sneakers, ready to jog with me. Eager like a puppy."

Eddie whines at the comparison.

"I'm not," he protests. He's just an adult man confronted with a beautiful woman out of his league.

"You're not?" she asks condescendingly against his ear. She's been rubbing her cheek against his stubble, nosing along the bones like she's the dog, trying to rub her scent all over him. Now she leans back to pout at him. Her lips are plush and pink and they haven't been kissed enough yet. "But I like strays."

Eddie's brain short-circuits.

"Uh... bark?"

She laughs and grips his thighs before capturing his mouth. She dominates the kiss without struggle and Eddie lets her use his mouth to her heart's content. He just wraps his arms around her neck and takes it, moves his tongue where she guides him. He can feel her hands on his thigh itching to touch more, but he doesn't want to part long enough to let her know she can, that she can take whatever she wants.

Eventually, she slides her hands up, thumbs digging into the crease of his thighs, and he mewls. His face immediately goes red at the sound that just left him.

"Well, that's something I'm not gonna un-hear."

Stephanie freezes and moves to pull away, but he traps her with his legs around her waist and presses his face against her shoulder, to hide his shame. Of course this is when Jeff decided to get up and walk into the kitchen.

"Uh, I'm sorry? And, good morning," Stephanie offers, seeing as her actual host won't be of any help. He makes a little wounded sound against her shoulder and she swats his thigh. 

"Good morning," Jeff offers back. "Stephanie, right?"

"Yeah."

"Jeff. I live here too, unfortunately. I was under the impression you were going out for a run, though?" He raises his eyebrows. "Did I lend him my exclusive membership sweats for nothing?"

"They're yours? Can we keep them?" she asks immediately. Eddie presses his nails into her skin not to make a sound at how she said 'we'. "He almost has an ass in them."

"Hey!" It's the first thing he says since Jeff walked in and the first time he moves away from the safety of Stevie-shield. Thankfully, his friend looks mostly amused, not angry or disgusted.

"Please," he makes a face. "I don't want them anymore."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eddie's eyes narrow, the familiar back and forth giving him enough courage to release Stephanie from the clutch of his legs. She doesn't move far, just enough so the three of them can look at each other and chat comfortably. Well, considering the situation.

"I just saw you dry humping in them and you dare ask me?" Jeff scoffs.

The two culprits start protesting over each other with "We weren't dry humping!" and "We were just kissing?!" but he stops them, raising both his hands.

"I don't care! Just take them and leave the kitchen! I need some caffeine before work and the only bodily fluid I want in it comes from cow tits."

"Ew, dude," Eddie groans, but Stephanie lets out a surprised snort. 

"We're leaving!" she promises, pulling Eddie down from the counter. He scrambles to find balance but she grabs his hand to steady him. Despite them just making out, that's what makes his heart skip a beat. "it was nice to meet you, Jeff!" she offers, waving on her way out of the kitchen.

"Likewise. Good luck on your run!" he calls after them.

"Thanks!" 

Through the windows, he can still see them, Stephanie fixing Eddie's rumpled t-shirt while he's staring up at her with the dumbest expression he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of them from his friend. 

"Good for him," he mutters to himself with a fond smile. 

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your alpha gangster claims you

General Plot: You are a humble omega working in a bar and are kidnapped by an alpha!

I just wanted to do some alpha and omega smut and it's my birthday...so here ya go

Alpha (Jude) x omega female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: noncon/dubcon, alpha/omega dynamic, size difference, nsfw monster smut, some vague violence and choking, knotting and biting

You huddled behind the bar whimpering as you covered your head. Around you guns popped and bottles burst into splashes of the fluid inside. Maybe you were screaming, maybe not, but at some point it became silent. Only your breathing seemed to echo in the room.

You gasped, panting into your knees. This wasn’t something you were used to. You were just a waitress at your uncle’s bar, an omega who no one paid any attention to most of the time. He’d gone out for some supplies, leaving you alone to watch the place. Clutching your chest you heard the heavy crunch of footsteps approach you. 

“Poor little omega is terrified, I can smell you from here,” a deep voice said, deeper than a beta’s voice…an alpha. 

You gulped and tried to make yourself small, shivering. There was nothing you could do. The horror and shock from the shooting were forcing your body to produce omega pheromones, calling an alpha to come claim and protect you. Your scent was strong and sweet, filling the destroyed bar. 

You’d been polishing glasses, keeping an eye on your one table a handful of guys who were talking quietly just a few minutes ago. Suddenly, someone, you hadn’t had time to see who, burst through the doors and started shooting. You’d ducked behind the counter and that’s where you were when the alpha’s form loomed over you, his eyes glowing, backlit by the bar lights. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took him in. He was huge, as all alphas were, eight feet tall and wide, with big teeth that barely fit in his mouth, sharper than a betas. He was dressed in a suit that must have been custom made to fit his enormous body. Dark hair fell into gold eyes. 

He holstered the smoking gun he was carrying and crouched down to look at you. His thick fingers roamed over your sweaty cheek and he drew them back tasting you. He smirked. 

You’d been sheltered from alphas coming from a poor but genuine family of betas, who loved you. They hadn’t sold you to one of them as most parents did when their child’s undesirable omega traits emerged and they kindly kept you hidden away when you were most vulnerable to kidnapping. 

This alpha was the first one you’d seen up close. You whimpered, overwhelmed by the musk he was putting off. It smelled strangely pleasant, but the familiarity scared you. He was a stranger. He shouldn’t be touching you. Your cheeks flooded with color as slick poured from your pussy, responding to his pheromones. He drew in a heavy breath and smiled. 

“You smell good little omega,” he purred, hoisting you up like you were luggage under his arm. 

“W-wait! W-what are you doing?” you howled.

He frowned. 

“This will be easier if you are quiet,” he hissed, his forearm locking around your neck. 

You gasped for a breath that would never come until spots formed in front of your eyes, bleeding together to black.

—

You woke up rubbing your cheek on something warm and soft. Looking around you found you were in a nest. Not your nest at home, full of your childhood blankets, but a nice one, to say the least. You were surrounded by soft blankets with designer logos on them, fluffy pillows, and stuffed animals. 

You hopped up to your knees to find two things. One you were chained to the wall by a collar that looped around your neck. Two, you were wearing lacy white lingerie that was more expensive than anything you could ever afford. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” the deep voice of the alpha said. 

In a streak of sunlight he sat in a chair in front of the window, smoking a cigar and spinning some amber liquid in a stout glass. Shadows from the still early morning cast his face in stark relief making him look even more monstrous. 

“W-where a-am I?” you stammered, “W-what’s going on?” 

He smiled at you and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs. 

“I’m making you mine, angel,” you said, smirking, “I’ve never seen such a pretty little omega in my life…as for where…you don’t really need to know that. You’re somewhere safe.” 

You squealed. 

“B-but you- y-you’re…” you sputtered, not really sure what you were trying to say. 

“But I’m a gangster?” he laughed, standing up and crossing the room to you. 

You tried to squirm away from him, his scent invading the safety of your new nest. He crouched down and pulled your chin between his fingers, gathering the drink and the cigar in the other hand. The smell of cigar smoke mingled with his smell.

“That only means I can protect my little pet like no one else can, the name’s Jude” he said, smirking at you, “what’s yours or should I just call you angel?” 

“(Y/N),” you stammered.

He got up, putting his burden down on a side table and started to slowly undress, his fingers surprisingly nimbly removing his gun holster and unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. You watched in awe as he revealed his rippling muscled body, your cheeks pinkening and slick dampening the little panties you were in. He sniffed the air and bared his big, sharp teeth while he shucked off his pants. You felt your skin heat, starting to burn as his pheromones sunk into it, the extended exposure triggering your heat. 

“Are you getting ready for me, angel?” he cooed, stalking across the room towards you, his massive erect cock bobbing in front of him, “are you gonna take my knot and my bite like a good little girl?” 

You tried to scurry away, but he was on you like a panther, pushing you down into the soft floor of your nest. You whimpered and trembled underneath him as he sniffed you, aroused by your omega scent, but not just any omega scent. His omega was shaking underneath him and that made his cock painfully hard. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” he soothed you, petting your hair, “you were made for this, angel.” 

Kissing you, he forced his tongue past your lips, possessing your mouth. You tasted him, bourbon and tobacco, a bit sweet on your palette. His kiss was wet and possessive, making you take him, forcing your tongue to respond to his. 

He jerked away from you and pushed your head into the pillows, propping your ass in the air, so he could bury his face in it, drawing a squall out of you. 

“Mmmm,” he grunted, inhaling you and dragging a long lick over your pussy at the same time. You felt his thick fingers prod your puffy lips, shoving the flimsy fabric of your panties to the side as he explored you with the tip of his tongue. You moaned and whimpered into the pillows, shuddering under his touch. 

“That’s it. Cry for me,” he said into your pussy, his deep voice carrying. 

That’s just what you did as his fiendish tongue flicked over your clit until you were sobbing in an orgasm. Pleased your pussy was sopping, he shoved two large fingers in, pumping you mercilessly to stretch you open. 

“You’re tight, angel,” he purred, “but you’ll take it.” 

You screamed at the rough invasion, whimpering as his big hand found your breast and he kneaded it. He was hovering over you, his massive form making a cave over your body. He was so much, his scent in your space and your nose, all over you. His pheromones made you dizzy and sensitive, producing more and more slick as you prepared to be bred. 

He pulled the cup of your bra away from your nipple tugging at it, while he fingered you open. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body and mind were grinding against each other. Your biology wanted it.You needed to be marked, knotted, and bred by a strong alpha, but your mind was aware you were chained to a nest, who knows where and you were scared. 

Your biology won as you felt his cock nudge your entrance. Slick streamed out of your pussy, leaking down your thighs. He didn’t give your virgin cunt any mercy, roughly thrusting inside and rutting you with a fierce pace. All you could do was scream and drool as your body was savagely jerked down on his cock over and over again. Holding you by your tits, he used you, making your tender core his playtoy. Your fingers scrabbled hopelessly on the blankets, trying to ground yourself, but there was nothing you could do. He was strong and large, throwing you around like a doll.  

“You’re gonna take my knot, angel,” he grunted as you felt it swelling at the base of his cock. 

You tried to wriggle away, but it was no use and your body was made for this. You wailed as he forced it inside, fucking you with it, in and out, before it got too big to be used to torture your little entrance. 

“I-I- can’t!” you gasped, sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. 

“Yes, you can, my love,” he purred, kissing your wet cheeks gently, “you can take it.” 

Finally, he jammed it in, painting your womb with cum and roaring his dominance. 

The swollen knot was thrust deep inside of you making you moan and cry, your eyes crossing from being so full. You were barely aware of him dragging your neck bare by the collar around it and clamping his teeth down on the spot where it joined with your shoulder. You screamed at the wild orgasm that overtook you, clouding your vision. Your omega body knew this was right and was rewarding you. You were supposed to be bitten, knotted, and claimed. He rocked his knot inside of you, his cock still hard, unlatching his teeth from you. Your brain was so close to shattering you didn’t even feel the pain of the bite. 

His thick fingers found their way to your clit and one pulled the hood back and circled the tender nub. 

“N-no, n-no,” you whimpered, not sure you could take anymore, but his other fingers found your nipple and he played with you like an instrument he was tuning all the while rocking his knot inside of you. 

You exploded in a squirt of slick and a scream, your cunt clenching down around it and forcing more of his cum deep past your cervix. He gasped into your ear at the pleasure of being milked. 

“Good girl, I told you, you could do it,” he cooed and you couldn’t help but preen at his praise. This was right. You’d been claimed and knotted. At that moment his cum was sealed inside you where it should be. You went slack against him, purring, his scent finally blending with yours in an appealing musk that perfumed your new nest. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, angel,” he whispered as he got comfortable with you spooned beneath him, his knot linking you together. 

He pulled your sleepy head up to him to look at you. 

“You have two choices,” he told you, his voice a commanding baritone, “you can stay chained in this nest like a fuck doll if you want to be a bad little omega or you can stand by my side as my woman and be treated like a princess, which will it be?” 

You hummed with exhaustion and surrender. 

“I’ll be a good girl,” you agreed quietly and he smirked, leaning down and covering your lips with his. 

“I figured as much,” he said smugly, petting you as he finally let you rest and drift off to sleep.

[frostgears]

walkies

"please take them for a walk," the note said. "i'll owe you one! back tomorrow!"

the envelope also held two keys. one opened your neighbor's garage.

as you hauled up the rattling manual roll-door, you realized you were not alone. two— no, three— shapes circled you, shadowy in the early morning fog, accompanied by a high-pitched buzzing that set your teeth on edge.

one of them was behind you, tooclosetooclosetoo—

cool fingers seized the keys from your hand. you shrieked, whirled, came face to face with red neon eyes set in a smooth grey mask. red glow backlit rows and rows and rows of black gleaming recurved teeth. a whiff of ozone.

"nnnnext door persssonnnn," it buzzed. "ssssafe."

cool fingers folded the keys back into your hand.

the two others flanked it, purple and cyan. as one, the three shapes knelt in front of you, and chorused, "good morrnnnninng, nnnnext dooor persssonnnn."

you looked again and parsed humanoid shapes, abbreviated spandex dresses stretched over hard faceted armor. workout clothes?

"here for walllkiessss."

"exerciiiissse…"

"Yes!," you squeaked, and then, "Yes. Umm. She left this note, and the keys… so, is, is there a part of the park you usually go to, or,"

"parrrk."

"nnnnnooo."

"keyyyyyssss. you driiive, yessss?"

"Yes, um,"

one of the figures stood, shoved the door all the way up. as sunlight shone through a gap in the fog, you saw a gleam of color.

"drriiiive sssstick?"

"Yes?"

"yesssss."

"we chaaaaase."

you looked again at the keys, matching a vaguely familiar logo to the bright yellow supercar.

"driiive fasssst, nnnnext doooorrr persssonnnn." □

[ask-the-becile-boys]

Story. Contraband

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[ID: 9 digitally sketched panels in greyscale.]

[Panel 1: In the darkness of his bedroom, Scratch sits upright in terror, saying out loud "[wheeze] What?!"]

[Panel 2: Scratch hurriedly starts to attach his prosthetic leg while Locksmith fretfully stands by the foot of the bed. Locksmith says, "A car arrived just minutes ago. It has their emblem."]

[Panel 3: Locksmith pulls aside the curtain of a window, revealing to Scratch a car with the Becile Industries logo on the side. It's headlights are on and it is parked just before the treeline. Locksmith says, "We must get you and your contraband to safety."]

[Panel 4: A stylized black silhouette of Becile Manor, with Locksmith leading Scratch down a white set of stairs. Locksmith and Scratch are also white silhouettes. Locksmith says, "This way is most direct. We'll find Mr. Szarka to drive you after."]

[Panel 5: In the Archives below Becile Manor, Locksmith opens The Vault for Scratch, who hurries in.]

[Panel 6: The empty floor just inside the Vault. Scratch thinks, "Wait…"]

[Panel 7: Scratch, shocked, backlit with the light from the Archives, thinks, "It's not here--"]

[Panel 8: Locksmith, in black silhouette with only his left eye in white, begins to shut the Vault door with a SFX: [creeak]]

[Panel 9: Total darkness as the door closes with SFX: "TH-CHUNK" End ID]

[ebberry-jay]

Had a great time trying to mimic a Film Noire style poster of the Detective Princes for @upzines [on twitter] print!

ID under cut

[Please don’t use She/Her for Naoto]

A black and white movie poster style illustration of Naoto Shirogane and Goro Akechi from the Persona series. They're depicted in typical detective fashion, holding their guns whilst backlit in an alleyway. There are many posters on the wall with references to different events in the persona timeline, and a shadow of Joker on the wall. The front of the alleyway has caution tape across it and has clear signs of rain on the cobblestone flooring. The text on the image has the Rank Up zine logo on the top left corner and subtitles reading "Naoto Shirogane and Goro Akechi, Detective Princes, The case of the phantom thief" to mimic a movie poster. End ID

[lyncotek]

Introduction to Signage The visual representation of a brand is greatly influenced by signage. Branding Signages is seen everywhere, subtly conveying signals to potential clients on storefronts and business interiors. Physical branding through signage is still important in this digital age of online marketing dominance.

Importance of Branding Signages: Enhancing Brand Visibility: The Significance of Branding Though they draw notice and entice potential buyers, branding signage serves as silent salespeople. Foot traffic and brand identification can be greatly increased by carefully placing well-designed signage.

Creating Brand Identity: In order to establish a strong brand identity, branding must be consistent across all channels. A brand’s promises, beliefs, and personality are all tangibly represented by its signage. Customers’ trust is strengthened and brand recall is reinforced.

Types of Branding Signages: Exterior Signages: Outdoor banners, billboards, and storefront signs are examples of exterior signage. The first point of contact between a brand and its audience is these signages. They ought to be eye-catching, educational, and authentically represent the essence of the brand.

Interior Signages: Directional signs, window displays, and wall graphics are examples of interior signage in a store or office. They serve as a customer’s guide, improve the atmosphere, and reaffirm company messaging.

Factors Influencing Signage Effectiveness Design: A signage’s design should elicit the intended emotional response from the viewer while being consistent with the brand’s visual identity. Signage that has an impact is mostly dependent on elements like color, font, and imagery.

Placement: Optimal visibility and exposure are ensured by strategic placement. Whether it’s within a retail establishment or on a busy street, signs should be positioned where the target audience can see them easily.

Visibility: A sign’s efficacy depends on its visibility. Its visibility is influenced by various elements, particularly in busy or poorly light areas. These elements include size, contrast, and illumination.

Apple: Minimalist Storefronts The luxury image of Apple is widely associated with its sleek, backlit Apple logos and minimalist shops. These signs invite onlookers inside by exuding an air of luxury and sophistication.

Measuring Signage Impact Customer Surveys Customer comments on the brand’s signage can give important information about how successful the signage is as well as where it needs to be improved.

Sales Analysis: To gauge the effect of new signage on foot traffic, conversion rates, and overall income, sales data from both before and after implementation should be analyzed.

Future Trends in Signage: It is anticipated that interactive and digital signage will proliferate as technology develops. Customer engagement and brand connection will be further improved by augmented reality (AR) and personalized signage experiences.

Conclusion Finally, it should be noted that branding signage has a big impact on how consumers perceive brands and their success. Businesses may create memorable brand experiences that resonate with their target audience by strategically utilizing design, positioning, and visibility.

FAQs 1. How can I ensure my signage stands out amidst competition? By focusing on unique design elements, bold messaging, and strategic placement, you can make your signage more attention-grabbing.

2. Are there any regulations I need to consider when designing exterior signages? Yes, it’s essential to familiarize yourself with local zoning laws and regulations governing signage size, placement, and illumination.

3. What role does signage play in building brand trust? Signages act as physical representations of a brand’s promises and values, contributing to brand consistency and credibility.

4. How often should I update my branding signages? It’s advisable to periodically refresh your signages to reflect any changes in branding, messaging, or design trends.

5. Can signages help improve customer navigation within a store? Yes, well-designed directional signages can enhance the customer experience by making it easier for them to navigate through your store.

[praxcrown5]

Cars

The world of Disney/Pixar Cars has insane science fiction potential…especially when you delve into reproduction, and whether or not they're fully biological creatures wearing car-shaped mech-suits or integrated techno-organic constructs.

God, I love writing fanfiction for this universe even more than Transformers.

Here's a little snippet that I'm working on:

Context: Doc Hudson's Mom and Grandfather are retrieving him from the Hudson Motors Factory. The year is 1937

It was mid-November and Annette and her father rolled to a stop just outside the Hudson Motors Factory gate.

It was a large, imposing metal door emblazoned with the factory logo: two ships and two towers separated by a diamond-esque trapezoid and the word “Hudson.”  The door, itself, was a solid slab of steel with no discernable hinges or seams; Annette hypothesized that it slid sideways to open, maybe even tucking into the perimeter wall.

To the right of the gate was something that she’d never seen before.  It resembled the digital readout of an oscilloscope, but larger and backlit broadcasting a message in at least ten different languages.

“Access limited.  Trespassers will be met with lethal force.”

“Kinda hard to trespass…” Annette said letting her eyes follow the imposing, concrete and steel perimeter wall towards the horizon.  Even a fully-loaded semi traveling at top speed couldn’t hope to smash all the way through.

“What goes on in a factory is one of life’s greatest mysteries…” Otis explained, gaze distant.  “Loads of folk have given up their own lives trying to scratch that itch.”  He tapped his daughter lightly on the fender and gestured towards the left side of the gate.  A chrome button sat smartly atop a low, marble platform.  “We probably shouldn’t linger too long.  This button should open the door.”

“Wait…” Annette shook her front end.  “You mean…we just push it, and they let us in?”

“That’s how it was when your Ma and I went to the Cadillac factory.  Though, I gotta warn ‘ya…” He looked at her, sternly.  “The button activated some sort of…device, with technology that was more advanced than anything I’d ever seen.” He smiled as if revisiting a happy memory.  “It scared the heck outa your Ma.”

Annette nodded and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. 

The button made a pleasant click as it was depressed. 

She expected a long wait, but the response was instantaneous.  A panel on the door opened and a strange looking cable appeared, angling down towards her and her father.  Then an image of a car appeared in the air above her hood, like a living, three-dimensional photograph.  It blinked and breathed and tracked her movements as if it were actually parked there with them. 

An angel… Annette marveled, taking a moment to study its chrome finish and unique design.  It had a low-slung front end with a split grille, turbine-finned wheels, and a curved rear window above where the trunk would be on a normal person.   

The sudden appearance of a red beam of light stopped her thoughts cold.  It passed over her body, and the angel said: ‘CS621949346CU07221925 Cycle 9, Rotation 195 Batch 46A.”  It’s voice was…angelic, for lack of a better word.  Deep and oddly soothing.  “Designation: Annette Elizabeth Longhauler, nee Glenrunner.”

The beam passed across her father.  “O05E1927185CU05121905 Cycle 9, Rotation 183, Batch 12B.  Designation: Otis James Glenrunner.”  The angel looked at them and seemed to smile.  “Plasma Carrier Signal detected.  Please follow the designated markings to Bay Twelve.”

The cable disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and the door slid sideways, opening just wide enough for Annette and her father to pass through side-by-side.

[ani-bunnie13]

scene-to-scene #4

sooooo i have a surprise for you!! only for this episode, i'll be posting 2 consecutive s-t-s, today and tomorrow!!

scene-to-scene #4: the question scene, chapter one Meet, episode one Meet

omg the little details!! im screeeeamminggg

this is one of the most popular "heartstopper moments" and i'm so grateful that i can share my opinions on this wonderful scene with you!!

the scene is all about charlie getting his hopes up about his obvious feelings about nick. but back in reality, nick is just asking him if he wants to join the rugby team. i highlighted in pink where nick is flirting, i mean come on! "that's okay i'll teach you" "i saw you run in p.e you're really fast" ??? thats basically saying "i wanna hangout with you more" and "i love it, u run speedy" AAHH. cuties.

i love alice's depictions of emotion. it's so comedic yet relatable to feel that devastating feeling of your hopes getting crushed by mearly a quick second. the show however, did an amazing job with thier animation!! i've always loved the leaf animation and this romantic-type backlit editing just makes the whole scene more atmospheric.

lastly, the tiniest details!!!! really what makes this exact scene so popular are the details that change on nick's blazer. if you watch the scene (or look at the 5th frame) u can see that at the beginning, nick's blazer has the winter truham logo and the next, HEART TRUHAM LOGO MAKES IT'S GRAND APPEARENCE!!!

speaking of appearance, i can officially say that APOFO's grand finale will end with two final episodes. these will come out the week of christmas i promise!!!!!!!

i love and appreciate you.

stay tuned for tomorrows edition of s-t-s🤍🤍

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[iii-days-grace]

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

Hey! I don't have the spoons today to put this up and tag it on AO3 and/or Knotfic, but I wanted to post it anyway. I'll upload it there in a few days or whenever I have the time and energy.

In that case, consider this a sort of open beta reading :) Summary: Shawn and Sid get the munchies one night while on tour, and explore a new city to find a restaurant with an unusual theme.

Word Count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Characters: Sid Wilson, Shawn Crahan

Pairing: 0/6

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

‘Sorry daddy, I’ve been -’

Shawn swats Sid from across the table. ‘That’s not the words. Here.’ He shoves a fry into his hand and pops the lid from off Sid’s drink. Not technically the right ritual either, but they’ll skip the confession shit for now. The food is hot, so state of grace be damned.

As he shifts he catches a whiff of pot stink from his jacket. They shared another joint on the way over so he knows they both have to stink at this point, all the smoke and sweat and probably other things liberated by the misty spring rain they had walked through to get here. Everything in this city closed early for some reason.

But this is a burger place somewhere close to midnight, who else is it open for anyway besides the stoners?

Probably not good Christian boys, even if weed was legal in this country. He thinks. He doesn’t have time to remember such things on tour. Nobody seems to be batting an eye about the smell of the Devil’s lettuce though, so they’re probably fine.

Something about the cocktail tickles his limbic system in a way that reminds him of evenings spent loitering behind the high school, bumming smokes off each other from friends and tucking butts inside their pockets to avoid leaving evidence.

Anyway, the stench that leaches off them still doesn’t mask the hot and crispy smell from off the trays. Thick-cut golden fries with skin, the burger bleeds that weird pink juice that isn’t blood, but sure looks like it — nothing like the anaemic grey things they usually manage to grab from a drive-through between shows.

‘Earth to Shawn?’ Sid’s still holding his fry between his fingertips like a joint, waiting.

‘Alright, alright. Now eat it.’ Shawn sloshes the open drink in one hand as he gestures. A few drops — (the blood of Christ, amen) — land on the buns, fries scattered around it like manna (don’t worry, I’ll pay. Let’s go. No, it’s not too far, we’ll walk, I’m starving.) Midnight, high school, hotel. Follow the fryer and grease smell inside.

Where were they again?

He shakes his head and floats himself back down to Earth, and listens to the ice crackling in his drink as he waits for the man across the table to finish chewing. Somewhere between one and thirty minutes later, Sid conquers the solitary little fry and grins.

‘Okay, now gimme the blood,’ he says, wiggling his fingers in a lazy impression of Count Dracula.

He pauses. ‘Wait, does this make us vampires? Holy shit, is Jesus a zombie?’ Sid whispers in horror — maybe dramatic, but maybe real if his high is anything like the one smoothing out Shawn’s frontal lobes.

Grabbing Shawn’s free hand, Sid peels his sparkling, bloodshot eyes open like he’s about to spill some big secret and over the table. Sid blinks, trying and mostly failing to focus, his eyes swimming a little as he’s distracted by the neon sign over Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn’s facing away from the wall, but he can see the logo mirrored on the window, shimmering through the glazed reflection and backlit by the city lights beyond it.

‘Sidney.’

‘Are we cannibals?’

‘You’re not even Catholic. Do you want me to do it or not?’ Shawn asks. Goddamn zombie Jesus. He sighs. An argument for when they’re more baked, perhaps.

Not that they’re being proper about the thing anyway, but this isn’t much of a church either, let alone a cathedral, so who cares. Despite the topical verses printed on the cups and the cheeky golden calf by the tip jar (’alms for the poor’). In another life he might be able to remember what the verses are about, but currently his attention is doing double duty.

Shawn holds the drink to Sid’s face and gently backhands him again when he moves to pick it up. Sid gets the idea and lets Shawn hold the cup while he takes a sip, swishing it around in his mouth. He looks at Shawn expectantly.

‘That’s it?’

‘By the power vested in me by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you cleansed of fast food sins. Heathen. Can we eat now?’

‘Can I have your pickle?’

‘What, your thirst hasn’t been slaked yet? Spiritually speaking of course. Don’t waste the blessing, or we’ll have to do it all over again.’ He laughs and shakes his head, and peels open his sandwich, plopping the vinegary wafer onto Sid’s plate.

‘You’re gross,’ he says.

‘Hey, fuck you, it was your weed.’

Sid tucks the evil green thing into the real lettuce and folds his burger back together. Shawn methodically snaps the lid back on his drink and unwraps his straw, squinting at the verse printed on the paper, something from Ecclesiastes. One of the nicer books of the thing, if he remembers correctly. He tucks the paper his pocket to look up in the bedside Bible back at the hotel.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of fries cooking. Now and then the doorbell jingles as someone enters the restaurant. Sid bums the occasional fry from his plate; Shawn lets him. The high settles into his muscles as the food sits warm in his belly.

There's no clock in here, but the sound of the remaining ice cubes rattling as Sid finishes his drink bring him back to Earth again.

Sid taps his arm.

‘Hey, I saw a fried chicken place with a sexy chicken lady logo on the way here. Do you think that one’s themed like a strip club?’

Sure, why not? If a burger could be redeemed, chicken probably could too.

‘Let’s check it out. There’s a mini-fridge in the room for leftovers.‘

They clear their table and stack the trays on top of the bin. Shawn slips his jacket back on again as they go outside. As they open the door, in the distance, he fancies he hears the ring of a church bell.

‘I’ll buy,’ Shawn says, ‘but you owe me a joint for this one.’

Sid laughs and gently shoves into Shawn with his shoulder, hands in his pockets as they head back into the night.

‘Any time, dude. Any time.’

FINI

Ecclesiastes 9:7 - Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.

[nothingunrealistic]

taylor mason, 32. underneath

32. underneath

“How come I don’t have one?”

“One what?” Lane asks Pununzio, as Taylor settles into the seat at the end of the row. “Dick?”

“If it’s balls,” Gibbs adds, “you’re supposed to have two.” Taylor looks around the auditorium to check again that yes, this seat is the last one left, and the only alternative to sitting with the other interns is standing in the back.

“You all have cards.” Pununzio gestures to the rectangles of black cardstock on the table in front of Gibbs, Lane, Willard, and the rest of the row beyond them. There’s one at Taylor’s place, too, but Pununzio’s is empty. “I should have one.”

“Look on the floor,” Willard says, unmoved from his phone.

“There’s nothing there,” Pununzio insists. “I checked.” Taylor surveys the lower rows; their lines of black cards seem to have gaps too, though it’s hard to tell for sure through the packed seats. “Can’t someone give me one?”

“No, go find your own,” Gibbs says, grinning.

“Come on!”

“You don’t know what they’re for,” Taylor says. “There may be a reason you don’t have one.”

All four interns stare at them, and Pununzio opens his mouth to speak just as Wags bellows “Hush up in the fucking peanut gallery!”, silencing the chatter in the auditorium. Axe steps forward, backlit by the projection screen.

“Millions of years ago,” he begins, “a meteor hit the Earth and brought on an ice age.”

He continues on about the K-T extinction, analogizing the current existential threats facing the hedge fund industry to the Chicxulub asteroid. No one dares to even whisper while he speaks, and every eye — nearly — is on him. Taylor can feel Pununzio glaring at them still, like their newly issued ID bracelet — not heavy, but unfamiliar enough to chafe.

“In the great expanse of time, we are already dead,” Axe says, and Taylor almost misses the very slight sound of paper sliding against plastic as Pununzio steals their card from underneath their nose.

The smugness radiating off him is unbearable. Taylor breathes in, breathes out, slow and deliberate. Two weeks. That’s all they have left to endure before they can leave this place and its people. Retain the knowledge, shed the rest.

The projection screen switches from the Axe Cap logo to a reflection of the auditorium, and Axe orders everyone with a card to hold it in front of their face. Taylor has a clear view of the sea of black rectangles, and of the few other bare faces — including Mafee, a few rows down from them, looking around anxiously.

“If this room represents all the hedge funds in business,” Axe says, “the uncovered faces are the only ones left in eighteen months’ time.”

Pununzio drops his — Taylor’s — card. “What?”

“Freakin’ idiot,” Lane whispers. Gibbs fist bumps her, both of them stifling giggles.

“That’s not fair.” Pununzio turns on Taylor. “You tricked me,” he hisses, though it comes out less venomous than whiny.

“No,” Taylor says lowly, underscored by Axe chiding Mafee about this being a “random fucking exercise!” down front. “No one tricked you but yourself.”

(Send me a number 1 through 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.)

[tamapalace]

Max&Co. Holiday Window Displays Include Tamagotchi x Max&Co. Collaboration!

This is a big deal! The upcoming Tamagotchi x Max&Co. collection for spring summer 2023 will soon be available for purchase and Max&Co. is really excited about this upcoming launch. Not only are they decorating metro stations in Italy in advertisements, but the upcoming collection is also featured in the window displays at their retail stores throughout Europe!

You see in the pictures posted to the official Max&Co. Instagram profile that the shirts, sweaters, beret’s, bags, and more are featured on mannequins in the window displays. You’ll also see the Tamagotchi logo in Max&Co. red in the window displays which reads “& Collaboration Tamagotchi”. There even appears to be some backlit decorations, including Tamatchi, a Tamagotchi, and a heart all in pixel form.

If you have a Max&Co. retail store near by, be sure to check out the holiday window displays before the holidays are over! B sure to post pictures too! Happy holidays to all!

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