#customer interaction scripts

[niggadiffusion]

AI Tools for Crafting a Creative Brand: A Fresh Perspective

In today’s fast-paced digital world, creative entrepreneurs face the exhilarating task of carving out a brand identity that speaks to their audience. The rise of generative AI tools has turned this process on its head, offering a new kind of innovation that boosts creativity while simplifying brand development. For creative ventures like Majik Ink Creations, these tools aren’t just…

[bitchfitch]

I had a shrink appointment today and while I could not see it I knew my doc was going through the five stages of grief while I explained my fool proof strategy for doing my t shots despite a crippling fear of needles: By abusing my vastly more crippling fear of being an inconvenience.

My mother and I play phasmophobia together every week. she usually has a pretty limited time to do this bc she's like. a doctor and a college professor whos always busy. So I asked her to just. hold me to doing them. We don't start playing until the shot is done. so my needle fear doesn't matter because now it's Wasting™ her time and I have to do it quick. Using one neurosis to defeat another.

It's a horrible coping mechanism because it's feeding the inconvenience fear, but it is definitionally a coping mechanism.

[tottymatsuno]

Working on my robot au and i decided ichimatsu would be the brother that would be extremely popular bc hes marketed as a domestic companion. There'd be someone in a civil rights legal battle with the supreme court to actually allow ai-human marriages to be legally recognized, with an ichibot.

I say this for several reasons, but mostly bc i can see yall doing that.

Osomatsu would be the cheapest to buy secondhand bc he keeps accidentally gaining real sentience and uses it immediately to gamble, commit crimes, fuck around and over all do osomatsu related bullshit. But he can drive! Thats his special feature!

I have ideas ofc for the other ones but lol ive been thinking "and osomatsu can drive too please stop returning him you cab use him as a taxi driver and make money off of him you just have to be okay with the fact he might hit on your customers or crash your car, or steal your money to gamble pleeaaaseee we're trying to fix this in Series 4!"

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Joy looked like such a feral little kid

the combination of her limitless energy and her tendency to get bored and break/build things made her a terror to adults and a hero to the other kids

[beetlees]

forever in the cycle of "i need a job where i dont mask" and "i cant pass interviews bc im bad at masking"

[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.

The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.

We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.

I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I��d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.

Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.

If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.

It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.

His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”

Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.

He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.

I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.

My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”

He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.

The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.

My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.

[ktempestbradford]

I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me

It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:

At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.

On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."

Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:

But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:

It gets worse.

"Tempest, how could it possibly--"

source of this video that also includes this charming description:

Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'

There is already a meme.

Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:

Who has already done an interview!

As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!

Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.

The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.

Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!

I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.

Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:

I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.

Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:

Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.

Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.

Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.

I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.

This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.

Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:

With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"

"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:

There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.

The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.

Even better, this weirdly grainy image?

From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.

If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.

As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.

And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...

This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.

Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.

As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...

Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.

You cannot make this stuff up.

But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.

Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.

HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.

[cryptotheism]

One thing I truly hate about my old day job is I actually enjoyed being a barista. I liked the infinite perfectability of it. I enjoyed the satisfaction of peoviding quick service. I liked talking with customers and getting to know them within a limited yet human script of interaction. I like coffee more than most folks. I look good in an apron.

But Starbucks treats people like shit. The constant on-call shifts made it hard to plan shit. The chronic understaffing would turn ordinary shifts into a panic if something went wrong. My knees and ankles were fucked from always being on my feet.

There is a close alternate future where Starbucks treats it's workers with dignity, and I was happy serving coffee for the rest of my life.

Now I write silly edutainment stuff about religion on the internet. I'm very thankful for my job. I'm very lucky that this is my primary income. But sometimes I dwell on how modern capitalism squandered someone who absolutely would have been happy in a service job.

[niggadiffusion]

AI Tools for Crafting a Creative Brand: A Fresh Perspective

In today’s fast-paced digital world, creative entrepreneurs face the exhilarating task of carving out a brand identity that speaks to their audience. The rise of generative AI tools has turned this process on its head, offering a new kind of innovation that boosts creativity while simplifying brand development. For creative ventures like Majik Ink Creations, these tools aren’t just…

[jinwoosungs]

01/03/25; 10:00pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they realize that you’re the true mc from behind the screen ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

notes: this is just my own take on the self aware au! i know other creators who’ve written their own self aware au’s (and have executed them amazingly well!), but i hope that you readers will give my story a chance, too ♡

you never understood the hype that surrounded the game known as love and deepspace-

however, the moment sylus was announced as the newest love interest for this game-

to say you were mildly interested would have been the greatest understatement of the century. when his trailer was revealed, you swore you felt your knees clash together while basking in his pure, masculine beauty.

and his voice- dear god did it sound like pure silk against your ears!

needless to say, you downloaded lads the moment sylus dropped as the latest love interest. when you made your mc, you did your best to model her after your own appearance to the best of your abilities-

however, it seemed impossible to do.

the mc was just too petite and perfect, something that you could never achieve in real life. yet despite it all, you tried your best to customize her to match your features before starting the game. as you struggled with the missions in the main story, you were essentially grinding until the moment you could unlock sylus's story branch-

and the moment when you accomplished it, you were truly on cloud 9, taking an ungodly amount of screenshots each time sylus was on your phone's screen. you kept interacting with him in game, raising his affinity with you to level 50 in a mere few weeks.

it was embarrassing how much you adored this gorgeous man made up entirely of pixels. you always spent quality time with him, bringing him with you when you worked or had to study for an upcoming exam. each time you would glance at your phone and see his devastatingly handsome features cleaning his gun, you would grin and press a kiss on your screen (directly over his cheek!)

were you shameless for feeling so deeply about a fictional man-

absolutely yes. but did you care?

no.

after kissing sylus for what had to be the thousandth time that day, you would go back to your responsibilities, unaware that sylus could hear you and feel the sensation of your kisses against his cheek.

at first, it was maddening for sylus to realize that everything he's been through was made up by some writers at a company. every tragedy was forced upon him for the sake of a good story-

and he hated it.

he hated how his every word was essentially a script made up by that same company and how he was forced to interact with an mc that was just the same as the rest-

yet the moment he realized he could see you settled behind that woman's avatar-

sylus was intrigued, to say the least.

despite how you looked drastically different from the mc, something about you drew him to you more than the mc ever could. for starters, you were a true, living person who had a personality.

and you just seemed so alive each time sylus saw you. the more time he had spent with you, the more his feelings of curiosity turned into something tangible and real-

making sylus yearn for the day you would recognize him noticing you. he stops cleaning his gun just then, simply keeping his crimson gaze on your form as you wrote in your notebook. the hours continue to pass, yet sylus allows the quality time feature to go on even past the 30 minute mark, not stopping until you were done.

as your eyes go back to your phone, you were ready to quit the session when sylus purposely stops you, "no kiss this time? you wound me, little dove."

he basks in your wide eyed expression and the way your mouth was wide open in a gape, chuckling as you waved your hand over the screen-

and sylus was following your every movement.

"you can see me?"

"i think we've made that abundantly clear just now, little dove." he shakes his head, feeling his world tilt slightly when you pick up your phone.

"y-you just spoke to me, and i- i'm your little dove?" a dreamy expression crosses your features as you kept your gaze on sylus. he gives you a rare, tiny smile while reaffirming his nickname for you with a nod, "of course you are. you have always been my little dove since the moment i laid eyes on you."

a cute sound escapes from your parted lips, and he felt himself being jostled around when you began to spin while holding your phone. with his eyebrows lifted in response, he calls out your name while telling you, "you don't seem to be as panicked as i imagined."

"are you kidding me? i-" you cough and give him a sheepish expression, "i actually love you so much, and despite the weirdness of this all, i'm strangely happy."

your words succeed in making sylus feel warm inside-

and he knew he had to find a way to be with you soon.

zayne has always been aware of your existence, since you were a longtime player of his game and have spent most of your time together with him.

strangely enough, he took pride in having the highest affinity with you-

yet when you obtained any of the other love interest's memories, or spent some time with them-

a wave of jealousy would course through zayne's veins. he knew that he was programmed to always feel happy with whatever man you chose-

but he couldn't bring himself to let you go. after all, zayne knew that he loved you the most out of all of them.

he was the one who held your health and wellbeing above all else (even ignoring his own desires to see you during his quality time sessions with you.)

while working on his laptop at the cafe, he was aware of how late it was and was hoping that you were already safe and sound in bed-

so imagine his surprise when he sees you logging into the game, greeting him with a tired smile on your face as you opened up the quality time menu with him.

"hey zaynie, i know it's late, but i need to get these assignments done just to stay ahead. i couldn't find the time to do them earlier, so that's why i'm here."

admittedly, zayne could feel a shiver of pleasure each time you spoke to him, allowing him to bask in the sound of your voice-

yet more so than that was how concerned he was that you wanted to do your assignments at such an ungodly hour. as you pressed on the quality time session, zayne would immediately cancel it. confusion was etched onto your features, making you try again-

only to have zayne cancel the session once more.

"what the hell is going on?"

unable to hide the fact that he could respond to you (and not wishing to ignore you any longer) zayne takes a chance and speaks to you.

"it's too late for you to be studying. you should be in bed, ready to sleep."

your eyebrows furrow in response to his words, uncertain if this was part of his script (it wasn't). unable to stop, zayne continues to lightly scold you, "humans need at least 8 hours of sleep, and i know that you've barely gotten 5 hours the past few days."

"oh my god, what?!" he watches as you pick up your phone, meeting his gaze as an incredulous expression was seen on your face. "zaynie, are you talking to me?"

zayne was conflicted now, pulling at the collar of his shirt before clearing his throat, wanting to be honest with you, "yes... i am talking to you, and if you cared for me and my feelings at all, you would go to bed and work on your assignments in the morning, once you're fully rested."

it takes you a moment to take this all in.

from zayne meeting your gaze and scolding you because he was concerned about your health-

it honestly felt like such a dream come true.

your features end up breaking out into a kind smile, and zayne could feel a blush creeping up against his cheek when you nuzzle your face closer to your phone, "okay zaynie, i'll go to sleep."

cradling the phone close to your chest, you let out a hum while slowly getting into bed. once you were settled in bed, you held up your phone to see zayne looking back at you. he smiles at you, "good girl, now close your eyes and sleep."

he watches as you purse your lips before asking him, "will you stay with me, zayne?"

smiling at your request, he gives you a nod, "of course. i'm not going anywhere." he watches you once more as you cuddle into your comforter, closing your eyes while setting your phone close to you.

and as your breathing evens out, (turning softer), zayne whispers your name, filled with longing and love for you alone.

you had to be experiencing the worst cold of your life as you were settled in bed with your phone in hand, playing love and deepspace as you did some missions with xavier, your true love interest for the game.

in the middle of your battle, you let out a particularly loud sneeze, wiping the snot away from your nose while blowing into a tissue when a tiny voice was heard saying "bless you."

after blowing your nose, you said 'thank you' in response-

only to do a double take.

who just said bless you?

you take a quick scan around your room, coughing here and there-

only to realize that there was no one in sight.

you hear the voice again, this time saying your name as you realized that it sounded familiar to you. looking back at your phone, you saw xavier had already taken out the enemy and was looking directly at you.

you swallow thickly, your voice shaky when you began to speak,

"xavier?"

"yes."

"you can hear me?"

"i was able to hear you since day 1, and you chose to stick with me." xavier was practically grinning now, appearing smug while folding his arms across his chest.

by now, you were feeling dizzy as you slowly sit up in bed, feeling almost feverish while looking into xavier's gorgeous, true blue eyes. xavier has been aware of your presence this whole time-

and that fact was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.

"you... you have always been able to see me?" you ask xavier in a shy voice, earning an earnest nod from him, "yes, and..." he trails off while pressing a hand against your screen, "i'm sorry that i'm unable to take care of you when you're feeling so sick."

"n-no! don't worry about it... i'm just happy that you're here... with me."

a sweet smile paints xavier's expression, coupled along with a gentle chuckle. "i'm happy to be with you, too. and i'm happy that you chose me over them."

realizing what xavier meant, you gave him the best smile you could manage while wiping at your nose with a new tissue, "i will always choose you, xavi."

hearing your admission causes a surge of possessiveness to course through xavier's veins. and while you smiled back at him, the philos prince was thinking of ways to forever keep your smiles for himself.

feeling the need to clean your house and do some chores around it, you decide to spend some quality time with rafayel, the hot lemurian you fell in love with ever since you began playing love and deepspace. with his pretty, pouty face on your screen, you began cleaning, moving around your kitchen and living room while wiping down each surface you could see.

you spent a few hours cleaning, with rafayel seeming to sketch during his quality time session with you, which felt odd. usually, after 30 minutes, the game would notify you, asking if you'd like to continue the session as you confirmed it-

yet now, that didn't seem to happen.

you saw no notification-

and rafayel was still sketching on your screen.

with a shrug, you figured the game probably updated and added this new feature, where you didn't have to constantly renew the 30 minutes during your quality time with rafayel. feeling thirsty now, you pick up your phone and head into the kitchen, setting your phone on the counter as you went into the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"hey princess! where did you go?! i can't see you!"

you nearly dropped your water bottle in response, hearing rafayel's voice coming from your phone. "come on princess, don't leave me hanging, where are you?"

was this a new script?

closing your fridge, you step closer to your phone, seeing rafayel's pout. picking it up, allowing rafayel to finally see you, he was smiling now while winking at you. "there you are, princess! are you done doing all that work?"

words were unable to form as you were left gaping at him, making the artist chuckle while shaking his head, "you look like a goldfish, which is pretty cute! oh, before i forget!"

rafayel pulls back, revealing his sketchbook to you. your heart was felt clenching slightly before racing upon realizing every sketch was about you-

not your mc in game.

the realization of it all had you reeling, with your hands gripping at your counter when you addressed rafayel. "rafe, you can see me?"

"of course i can, always have been able to, princess." he has the audacity to make your heart flutter the moment he gives you another wink. "and let me just say, i've been loving what i've been seeing so far, princess."

by now, you felt like you were on the verge of collapsing, unable to hide your grin as you cling to your phone all while basking in rafayel's flirty and playful words-

yet little did you know, somewhere along the way, rafayel had genuinely fallen head over heels for you, keeping each painting and sculpture he had made of you hidden so that you would never know-

at least, not yet.

end notes: i'm so happy to write a story like this, where all the lads men truly are so META and wish to be with YOU-

and not the mc (⺣◡⺣)♡

this is currently unedited, but i shall make any changes the moment this story is posted!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[studioaudio]

The Features and Processes Behind an Exceptional IVR Recording

In today's digitally-driven business landscape, communication is key. Interactive Voice Response (IVR) systems play a crucial role in ensuring seamless and efficient interactions between businesses and their customers. IVR recordings are the voice of your brand when customers call, making it essential to have exceptional IVR recordings. In this blog, we will delve into the features and processes that contribute to creating outstanding IVR recordings.

Understanding IVR Recordings

Before we dive into the features and processes, let's clarify what IVR recordings are. IVR recordings are pre-recorded voice messages used in interactive voice response systems. These messages guide callers through a series of options or provide them with information, helping them navigate and access the right services.

Features of Exceptional IVR Recordings

Clarity and Professionalism: The voice used in IVR recordings should be clear, professional, and easy to understand. It reflects your brand's image and professionalism.

Conciseness: Exceptional IVR recordings are concise and to the point. They deliver the necessary information without unnecessary elaboration, keeping callers engaged.

Customization: Tailoring IVR recordings to match your brand's tone and style is crucial. Customization ensures that the recording aligns with your company's identity.

Multilingual Support: If your business serves a diverse customer base, offering IVR recordings in multiple languages can greatly enhance the customer experience.

Natural Flow: IVR recordings should have a natural flow, making it easy for callers to follow instructions and reach their desired destination within the system.

Processes for Creating Exceptional IVR Recordings

Script Writing: Begin by crafting a clear and concise script. Define the message you want to convey, the options you want to provide, and the call flow.

Voice Talent Selection: Choose a professional voice talent that resonates with your brand's image. Conduct auditions if necessary to find the perfect fit.

Recording and Editing: Record the IVR script in a quiet and soundproof environment. After recording, edit the audio to ensure clarity and remove any background noise.

Quality Assurance: Thoroughly review the recording to ensure it meets your quality standards. Check for pronunciation, clarity, and overall message delivery.

Testing: Before deploying the IVR recording, conduct extensive testing to ensure that it works flawlessly within your IVR system.

Regular Updates: Keep your IVR recordings up to date. Update them with relevant information, such as new services or changes in menu options.

Conclusion

Exceptional IVR recordings are a crucial component of effective customer communication. They not only improve the customer experience but also reinforce your brand's identity. By focusing on the features and processes discussed in this blog, you can ensure that your IVR recordings stand out and leave a positive impression on your callers. Invest in creating exceptional IVR recordings, and you'll reap the rewards of improved customer satisfaction and streamlined communication.

Click here to explore the full blog: https://studio52.tv/blog/stellar-ivr-recording-functionalities-procedures/

[hrrtshape]

you can manifest literally anything. full stop.

not because the universe is your barista or because "alignment!!!" or "vibrations!!!" or because some instagram witch told you the moon wants you to have clear skin. no. you can manifest anything because your assumption is the only constant. i'm not saying that in a disney channel way. i'm saying that in a quantum decoherence theory way. i'm saying your interpretation writes the rendering. the world is not fixed. it is responsive. it is made of probability states until observed, until decided.

this is called the observer effect. not spiritual fluff. actual quantum theory. until something is observed, it's a waveform, a soup of all possible states.

only when measured does it collapse into one outcome. this isn't poetry, more so the double slit experiment. electrons literally behave differently when you're watching. particles perform. reality trims itself to fit the assumption you've brought into the room.

now zoom out.

apply that principle up the scale. consciousness doesn't just witness, it edits. interpretation becomes architecture. you think that's dramatic, let's talk about how the placebo effect alone proves it. you believe a sugar pill is medicine and your body heals.

belief overrides chemistry. that's clinical data. belief changes blood pressure. hormone levels. immune response. cells obey narrative.

now add cognition.

your brain is a filter, not a camera. you are not receiving reality, you are constructing it from probabilistic fragments.

thalamic gating, hippocampal priority, dopaminergic valuation, it's all conditional. perception isn't passive. it's curated. the "real world" is just what your nervous system has decided is relevant enough to show you. the rest gets black-boxed.

meaning: your assumption is the algorithm. you assume wrong, you perceive wrong. and perception is reality, because that's all you'll ever interact with.

so when we say "you write the rendering," we're not being mystical. we're being disgustingly literal. your interpretation of reality becomes the blueprint your senses and brain then work to confirm. you're not stuck in a shared objective truth. you're running a custom simulation based entirely on the lens you're holding. change the lens. change the world.

which means: you are not "tapping into" power. you are the origin point. if you assume something is real, it is, because there is no shared objective anchor without your consciousness confirming it.

this is not magic. this is observer effect. heisenberg. the copenhagen interpretation. it's also the gospels. it's also berkeley's immaterialism. it's also every single philosophical system that isn't moronic. assumption is not wishful thinking. it's the only epistemological mechanism you've ever had.

you've literally never confirmed anything was "real" without believing it first. santa, cancer, gravity, your name. all of it's scripted by belief loops. and belief isn't "oh i hope this is true," it's "this is true and i will notice every detail that proves it." your mind filters for agreement.

confirmation bias.

neuroplasticity.

the thalamus as epistemic gatekeeper.

not metaphor. this is neurobiology. this is how propaganda works. how trauma works. how religion works. how capitalism works. if belief weren't a generator, the advertising industry would not exist. the cia would not use sigil-based psy-ops. cults would not function. your childhood wouldn't have ruined you.

so when people say "you are god," it doesn't mean you're a sparkly celestial daddy with a clipboard. it means there is no world without you. you do not "observe" reality. you generate it, composition, focus, structure, all of it. it's reactive architecture. if you think you're unwanted, the world will produce evidence accordingly. if you decide you're irresistible, it recalibrates. not because it "likes" you more, but because it doesn't exist without your parameters.

there is no neutral. there is no objectivity. if you assume it, it is. that's it. that's the mechanism. you are not manifesting through effort. you are manifesting by default.

you've always been doing it.

you're just doing it badly because you think it's meant to feel earned. you think godhood is a personality trait. it's not. it's default mode.

it works because nothing else ever has. you've never lived in a world you didn't believe in first. and you never will. so assume better. not because you "deserve it," but because your consciousness is the only axis this entire plane spins around.

manifesting isn't hard. unlearning the lie that you're powerless is. but that's not a cosmic test. it's just bad programming.

rewrite it.

you are god because there is no proof otherwise. and if there were, you'd be the one perceiving it. which means: it would still be you. still yours. still scriptable.

[midnitetech]

All Hours Career Pack (Full-Time)

Hello all,

I really hope you like my latest creation. This is a pack of 20 full-time careers, and you can choose between taking the day shift or working nights! It includes 60 levels in total, with custom buffs, Daily Tasks (that are different for EVERY level), interactions and uniforms.

Here are the branches...

These should keep your Sims busy, and they include all the features of EA's careers: layoffs, enabled for Neighborhood Stories joining, etc.

⚠️REQUIRED⚠️ 🌐 Lot 51's Core Library 🎮Required DLC:

👥 Get Together (DJ Skill)

🌨️ Seasons (Flower Arranging Skill)

♻️ Eco Lifestyle (Fabrication Skill & Uniforms)

💼 Get to Work (Baking Skill & Uniforms)

📎Optional: 🌲 To Switch Branches, grab this (EA doesn't include the ability to switch career branches).

Get help, reach out, or explore more of my creations—all in one place!

Download to C:\Users\....\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods Don't forget Lot 51's Core Library—script files must be no more than 1 folder deep.

PATREON (free)

[shiny-jr]

- Warning: None really. Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt.

- Summary: You work a minimum wage job when a fae takes an interest after you jokingly asked him "will you adopt me?"

- Note: I planned for this to be a platonic yandere thing, but really it's only silly thoughts so I don't really plan to continue this unless y'all want. I don't even have a name for it.

Thinking about an AU where...

You were born a regular magicless person in Twisted Wonderland. Which was a travesty, but not too uncommon, as there were plenty of beings in this world that were incapable of magic. It was considered a privilege to be born with such capabilities. A privilege.

Which was likely why the world seemed catered specifically for magic users. Magic users were the cream of the crop, the best of the best. In the social hierarchy, magic users reined on top. That's just how things were. It wasn't discriminatory. It was merely the nature of society. If a company was looking to hire, of course they would inquire if potential employees could use magic. And of course, they were more likely to choose magic users to fill the positions. That explained why you could only find work as a minimum wage telemarketer, but it was better than nothing.

Random numbers generated and numerous attempts, scripted greetings you've said so much you could recite them in your sleep. As soon as you get an answer of "mmmyello?" a casual and exaggerated hello, you go off on the scripted greeting to advertise the product.

Shockingly, the person on the other end doesn't immediately hang up. They merely hum at your words, occasional shifting heard on the other end.

By the tone and voice, you've deduced that it's a rather relaxed guy. A conversation ensues, and although he doesn't sound all that interested in making a purchase, he doesn't get annoyed by your call. In fact, he continues to chat, seemingly amused by you and willing to share details such that he had a son and two others he fondly cared for.

The man, whom referred to himself as Lilia, mentioned he lived in Briar Valley. How odd, as it was common knowledge that the valley didn't have the best connection with technology due to their preference towards magic. He spoke of his well-mannered son and the other two boys he helped raise, one was a loud son of a dentist and the other was a quiet son of longtime family friends. By this time you were imagining an older gentleman with three young boys no older than ten.

He seemed to care so fondly for them that in the middle of the pleasant conversation, you couldn't help but jokingly ask, "Will you adopt me?"

The line was silent and you were mortified as you remembered this was supposed to be business talk, and your calls were likely being recorded. After what must've been shock, he began to laugh on the other end, and you immediately ended the call in your panic.

Why did you say that? You shouldn't have said that– Damn it, right when you were just gonna test the waters to see if he wanted the insurance package! Well, there went your big catch of the day. The rest of the evening was failed attempts, either deadlines or potential customers just hung up as soon as you spoke. Things were looking bleak.

Eventually, not even a week later, you received a letter. A letter, not an email, that was written much like how you expected the contents of a letter from the medieval ages to sound. Starting with: Salutations, Telemarketer–– and after several paragraphs, ending with ––That is why I am now interested in your deal! I will need your assistance, because I have not a single clue about how insurance works.

There was no number, and you couldn't recall the one you had reached him through, so there was no choice but to resort to the old fashioned way. Through letters. Although it would be a hassle and an interaction that would likely last for weeks just for one deal, a customer was a customer, and this would be your first one in so long. However, when you agreed to speak to him, you didn't actually expect him to show up at your doorstep. The voice you recognized, but he was not what you had in mind. He looked to be your age, short with magenta highlights in his black hair and wide red eyes accompanied by a fang-toothed smile. And pointed ears, the sign of fae. Of course he was a fae, that made total sense as to why he spoke as if he were older. He probably was older, much older than you previously thought.

Lilia wore a constant smile, listening but also not listening when you tried your best to explain what insurance was to a fae that had never once needed it.

"Do you get it now...?" You asked finally, after a lengthy explanation to which he barely asked any questions. All he did was nod up and down.

There was a brief pause. "Yesss..." That sounded uncertain, but he didn't appear to care too much as he noticed your bag with only the minimum in it like keys and a thin wallet. Along with the time. "Shouldn't you be on your lunch break now?"

"Yes, but... I don't eat lunch. I'm not hungry." A lie. You were hungry, but it wasn't easy to get lunch on a minimum wage salary alone. You'd eat something for dinner.

Lilia seemed to sense this, somehow detecting your lie. "Hm... Well, I like you. And I'm not about to let a child starve on my watch."

"A child...?" You stared at him incredulously. This fae was practically the same size as you, maybe even shorter. "I'm over––"

"Uh-huh, just nod and come along." He instructed, holding up a finger to gently shush you as he waved you along to follow beside him. "If your age only has two numbers in it, then in my eyes, you're like a toddler."

Lunch was surprisingly nice, as Lilia was quite eccentric but excellent at holding a conversation. He seemed wise and witty, making a great combination. However, you couldn't help but wonder what a fae from Briar Valley was doing here, as it was known that most faes preferred not to leave the valley.

"It's getting late, I do have to be going..." Lilia sighed, before turning to you and his smile softened. "Would you like to see my boys I told you about? It won't take long."

Did he live close by? That was the only plausible explanation you could think of, since Briar Valley was a whole continent away. It only made sense that he lived nearby if he were here now. Maybe he was one of the few fae that chose to leave the valley.

This was quickly disproven when he held your hand and told you to stay still, when it felt like you were hurled through space. A gust of wind slapping your face, your eyes momentarily seeing a kaleidoscope of colors, you felt sick when suddenly your surroundings were darker.

Dark brick walls like black, candles lighting the space, gray stone floors... definitely not the outside of the cafe you were just standing in front of moments ago. Teleporation magic...? He was a fae, and all faes had magic. You only had milliseconds to recover and swallow the rising bile in your throat, as Lilia pulled you into an open space like a courtyard where light filtered in. However, in this space there were training dummies and swords instead of flowers and butterflies.

"Come, come, meet my boys. The ones I've told you about!"

You immediately paled. When you heard boys, you were expecting young children no bigger than half your height. Instead you were met with three towering men with forbidding expressions.

Two of which were dressed in dark metallic armor and lowering sharpened weapons. The one on the left was a bit taller, with green hair and sharp eyes that pierced you like a blade. The one on the right was the shorter of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating with his gray hair and aurora eyes on an expression as cold as ice.

And the last, the last was recognizable anywhere. Black robes and majestic black horns like a crown with slitted green eyes that seemed to glow and peer into your very soul. That was the prince of the valley, a fae with unrivaled and frightening levels of magic.

"This is Sebek, Silver, and Malleus. They've so looked forward to meeting you ever since I told them about you after our pleasant telephone chat yesterday!"

[desiree-uk]

Functional Boards! (Masterlist)

I built a community centre to have sims meet and hang out, but most importantly, to get information of events around the town. There are some good noticeboards from mods that do exactly that, so I'll be placing them on the walls of my centre! I'll also be placing them on other lots too!

@phoebejaysims says there should be a list of functional boards as there are quite a few, so here it is! 😄 I've included their scripts too, so if you decide to use other custom decor boards, you can switch out their scripts with these ones using S3pe or Transmogrifier :) (You can place these notices anywhere you want, even at the sims homes, I just list where I place mine for some ideas. 😊)

4to3 Cheerleading Mod - Phoebejaysims

Join the cheer squad, check for opportunities and become a social media manager! Place at: School, Community Centre, Library, Gym. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Cheerleading.CheerleadingBoard

2. Bulletin Board - Arsil

Notes added to inform sims of events around town, reminders (to them or to YOU, the player lol). Any active-sim can add or delete a note and be read by others. Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store, Sims home. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.rothnBulletinBoard.workingBBoard

3. Club Board - Phoebejaysims

Sims can browse the board to see which clubs are available in the neighbourhood and join them. Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Clubs

4. Club Calendar - Phoebejaysims

This calendar has uses on both residential and community lots! View Schedule: While on residential lots, the weekly club schedule for the lot’s household will pop up on the screen. While on community lots, if there are any open club schedulers in the same room as the calendar, all the schedules for the aforementioned clubs will pop up on the screen. If there are no open schedulers in the same room but there are open schedulers on the lot, the schedules for all clubs on the lot will pop up on the screen. Place at: Anywhere where there is a club scheduler or at a sims house! Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Miscellaneous.PhoebeJaySims.Clubs.Calendar

5. Get Pumped: Exercise Class Schedule Board - Olomaya

A board to announce the various fitness classes held at the gym or other places! Place at: Gym, Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Post Office, Job Agency (for self-employed trainers). Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.olomaya.Exercise.GymBoard

6. Gig Scheduler - Nona Mena (Alternative Box download)

Find Work for Your Band Check for Available Gigs Get Band Opportunity These are band-related opportunities which are not considered Gig Opportunities. Place at: Theatre, Library, Community Centre, Dance Club, Watering-hole. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Decorations.Mimics.NonaMena.NonaGigPoster

7. Job Board - Ani/Mspoodle

A board for RH and skill-level job opportunities only! Brilliant! Lists all jobs available, and some specifically chosen to match the active sim's skills! Place at: Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Gym, Post office, Job Agency, Grocery Store, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.HobbiesSkills.ani_JobBoard.JobBoard

8-9. Opportunity Board - 2 versions - mintbeehry

v.1 - A board to find short-contract job opportunities! Lists one job at a time. v.2 - Use this version if you have the Modelling v2.0 Mod - https://modthesims.info/d/672701/modelling-interaction-and-skill-updated-3-3-23.html Place at: Studio, Theatre, Community Centre, Job Agency, Town Hall, Library. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.MintOppportunity.NewPinBoard

10. Student Council Board - Olomaya - TEENS ONLY!

Join the Student Council where they can then take on different activities such as run for office in the council and support school issues to try and make their school a better place. You can learn about student issues and the like through the Bulletin Board object! Place at: School, Town Hall, Community Centre, Library, Post office, Job Agency, Consignment Store. Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.olomaya.StudentCouncilObjects.CampaignBoard

World Adventure and University Life Adventure Boards/Job Board for your Home Towns - Nona Mena

If you know of any other functional boards, let us know in the comments!

📝🤗

[yetrop]

Good Omens is autistic—here’s why!

First off, there’s the angelic/demonic nature of the protagonists

They’re trying to blend in with humanity, but have to pick things up as they go along

Because of this, the way they interact with and view people is different from the expected norm

Which also means they're often confused by human customs and find it difficult to read social cues (think Aziraphale asking Maggie if she actually thinks she isn’t crying later on in this scene)

Crowley has to hide his eyes, a part of his identity, from everyone except Aziraphale and the other demons for fear of seeming different/threatening/not human (masking in the most literal sense of the word)

Muriel is concerned with acting and speaking “correctly” to be seen as human

Even though both main characters don’t fit in with humanity because of their angelic/demonic nature, they also don’t fit in with their respective sides, who view them both as strange and don’t understand them. The only place they find acceptance/belonging is with each other. If that isn’t a neurodivergent (and very queer) storyline, I don’t know what is.

Next up, there’s Aziraphale as a whole

The way he stims

Loves routine, dislikes change

Gets uncomfortable when he has to break rules/disrupt order

Taking things literally— “You can’t drive my Bentley.” “I can— I have a license!” (also, this scene is another example of his insistence on order and rules— he insisted on getting a license before they were even legally required)

Paces back and forth talking to himself, planning out what he’s going to say before a conversation (scripting)

The way he suppresses stimming around Heaven by clasping hands behind back, feels uncomfortable and overstimulated there

Bookshop is super cluttered, he has an organizational system that is comprehensible to basically exclusively him

Clumsy, often sucks at motor coordination

Easily startled

He loves alone time, especially when he’s in his own space— he does everything he can to keep customers away from his bookshop

Attaches a lot of sentimental value to inanimate objects (“I’ve kept this in tip-top condition for over 180 years!”)

Incredibly passionate about his interests, especially magic and books

Black and white thinking and rigid morality— He loves and trusts Crowley more than the other angels, but still has tendency to categorize Heaven, Hell, angels and demons as exclusively good or bad (“of course you didn’t go back to Hell— you’re the bad guys!”)

Crowley’s definitely got something neurodivergent going on too (leaning towards ADHD, but potentially AuDHD)

The way he sits in chairs

Hell, (…or Heaven, whatever…) even just the “ducks!” moment alone is enough to show that that his mind jumps around a lot to unexpected loose threads rather than focusing on the subject at hand

Impulsivity

Creative and has a vivid inner world. As pointed out by God Herself, he has what the other demons don’t— an imagination

Craves novelty, frequently changes appearance

Stimming starmaker

This one is from the book, but it’s too good not to point out: the way he idolizes characters like Bond and copies his behaviors off of what he thinks a cool human would do. He has a new computer because it’s “the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have” (pg 239)

His understanding of how humans fall in love is based on a Richard Curtis film he’s seen

His insistence on asking questions when things don’t make sense to him, knowing why things are the way they are rather than blindly accepting them

And of course, there’s the themes of the story

Black and white thinking vs shades of grey

Breaking away from a world that doesn’t accept you to find love, belonging, and safety

And, as demonstrated time and time again by our two protagonists: intelligence isn’t synonymous with interpersonal skills (…or common sense.)

Thanks for reading all of that! This isn’t the kind of post I normally make, but I have so many thoughts about this that have been on my mind for almost two years now, so I decided to share them.

While there are of course a lot of plot-related reasons for why they behave the way that they do and many of the traits I brushed on could be explained by other factors, I still find it interesting to explore it through a neurodivergent lens. I also think the existence of angels with physical disabilities (like Saraqueal) adds credibility to the idea that other types of disabilities or neurodivergence is at the very least possible for angels and demons in this universe.

Feel free to point out anything I forgot to include (which I have no doubt is a lot) and let me know your own thoughts in the comments or tags— I’d love to hear them!