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Ladies of the MCU

2016.05.28 00:16 Ladies of the MCU

For images of the women who appear in TV shows and movies based off of Marvel properties that are a part of the MCU.
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2016.04.07 04:51 css_irl

/css_irl has gone private in protest of reddit's rapidly degenerating user experience, which has come to a head with recent API changes. We will not be returning unless we see substantial change, starting with a significantly more friendly stance to third party developers.
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2018.10.10 21:46 ljod All things Freya Allan

Celebrating the actress Freya Allan, mainly known for playing Ciri in Netflix's Witcher adaptation. Born September 6, 2001
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2024.05.15 17:48 Murmurmun Help me add a star tip to this fairy wand!

Hey Davinci wizards, I'm putting the finishing touches on a fun little live action Little Bunny Foo Foo video.
My problem is this: I'd like to complete the fairy's wand by adding an image of a glowing star on the end of it. I've seen tutorials on using the tracker node to follow the wand's movement and have tried it, but the tracker fails to follow once my fairy actor swings the wand fast enough to cause motion blur, and the tracker can't keep up. Is there a way to manually input the tracking frame by frame in certain sections, or another tool I could use to acheive this? Thanks so much for your help!
https://preview.redd.it/zsp277by2m0d1.png?width=1924&format=png&auto=webp&s=b7a3b0cbd3b9964ba03187f6a2242fa5e4047a63
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2024.05.15 17:41 lazercheesecake Hear me out: Yapping doesn't have to be boring

Hear me out: Yapping doesn't have to be boring
https://preview.redd.it/dz72nr5ttl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c0f63b649c65237007005b801b48bfc8cb9d580d
I think we can all agree that this season of Tensura has been extremely yap/meeting heavy and that is negatively impacting the enjoyment of the viewers. Even if you are a big world building fan, 5 episodes of meetings is not exactly what some would call peak entertainment. Now the next episode is where we'll start to get that sweet sweet action we've been craving, but half a season to reach some fights is a long stretch.
However, I argue that meetings don't have to be boring (I mean the ones at my work are, which is why I'm writing this up instead of doing anything productive). The picture I posted is from "Margin Call" which is a phenomenal film about the actions that would precipitate the financial crisis of 2008. It is 90% board room meetings, 99% yapping, and you get one "action" scene during the fire sale. You are on the edge of your seat the entirety of the movie. The tension, the energy, it's all palpable through the screen.
Tensura's meetings have a HUGE problem where the same information is told to the audience multiple times. The example that is most egregious is Archbishop Rayhiem's death. In one episode we are told in a meeting scene what that the plan is ABC because of XYZ, then we have another meeting where diablo gives an update and that builds up Rayhiem and ABC because XYZ, and then we see another meeting with Hinata and Rayhiem doing ABC because of XYZ, and then finally we have another meeting where we see the aftermath of how ABC went wrong because of XYZ. It's too much. As important as that event is for the story, we lost an entire episode's worth of content over that. It's the same problem with Hinata's story, with the Farmenas story, with the Granbell story.
Part of the problem is that the LN and as a result the anime tries to softball foreshadowing to it's audience because lets be honest, Tensura isn't exactly a cerebral experience. It tries to make the audience feel smart by telegraphing the story so that we can say, "I knew that was going to happen." It's fine in LN format where these meetings take a few minutes to chew through and read, but in an AV format, a 1-1 adaptation isn't going to work.
This leads to the second problem which is that everything is told not shown. Even in "Margin Call," the movie uses clever framing, camera shots, pacing, attention, direction to show what is happening. You can turn off the audio for the movie and still follow along. BUT the most important part of showing in "Margin Call" is the telling, the dialog. Kevin Spacey's character (obligatory fuck Kevin Spacey) is clearly not on the best terms with the CEO, Jeremy Irons, but he and the CEO are on a first name basis during the meeting while Irons calls everyone else Mr(s). Last Name. There is another scene where Kevin Spacey simply asks "Are you going to call him?" to Simon Baker's character, who replies "I already have." Who "him" is is not revealed until later, but the way the question is asked and answered reveals a strained history between the two characters without them having to explain to the audience what that history is. When Zachary Quinto's character is being questioned regarding his math for the disastrous forecast, there is a double play where the higher ups are trying to determine if the math is correct but also to shift blame and reward on who found what problem. There are layers.
The last big problem is that these meeting scenes are static and shot straight. There is no cinematic flair with how people are portrayed or how characters are framed. Meeting and yap scenes are when character drama can shine especially hard. In "Margin Call," the CEO is almost always framed with a clean background or against a floor to ceiling window with Manhattan's skyline in plain beautiful view. When we see the peons, they are framed tightly amongst other people or desks, making us feel cramped alongside them. When it's revealed time is of the essence, the movie opens a scene with the camera focusing on Baker's expensive watch, which he never uses, he asks someone for the time. The angle of the shot makes Baker's character less confined and more free as he is the protege of the CEO, despite being much younger than Spacey, who is framed more tightly.
Not all of the yap scenes in Tensura are bad though. Why the fuck do I care how many goblin riders, how many new Kurenai, how many blah blah blah are sent to fight. What's the important part of that scene? It's the promotion of Gobta as a capable military leader. It's the rebirth of the Oni race. It's about the growth and establishment Jura as a militarily capable nation. As clumsy as it is, the military planning of the upcoming fight *is* showing the world building. Hinata yapping with her two sects *is* showing the political tension and powder keg that is Luminism. Some of these meeting scenes *are* necessary.
But most of them are not. When these yap scenes devolve into talking *about* some other action that we could have just seen in person, It's hard to keep interest. How many times do we have to hear about this "mysterious trader" across 3 seasons before we meet the guy in another meeting scene. The dialog is clunky and holds zero subtext regarding anything. The meeting room framing is non existent. The closest we really get is the introductory shot of Gobwa (new bae) where the low shot off center frame helps bolster the image that she is a capable, confident, disciplined upcoming leader.
In truth the source material was never going to get us anywhere close to an actual cinematic story, but damn they could have at least tried to make things interesting instead of dialing it in.
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2024.05.15 17:32 LORDxGOLD Trying to identify origin and make of presumably Chinese painting

purchased this a few years back at a garage sale on Long Island, NY. The owner said they don't know anything about it except they think it was their grandmother's. My first attempt at identifying it. - it's about 3 x 5.25 in without the frame (5 x 7 in with frame) - it appears to be hand painted - the material it's painted on seems like some sort of ceramic, or plaster? (I am way out of my element here) - frame is wood, looks hand carved but there is a CHINA imprint in the back - very possible frame is not original, no idea.
Any ideas? Any other info that could be helpful?
EDIT: had a lot of issues hosting the photos in this post and on Ingur for some reason so used ImageBB:
https://ibb.co/nR0ctgF
https://ibb.co/NYKnPXq
https://ibb.co/WD5VsNc
https://ibb.co/FzCXQH5
https://ibb.co/RysB893
https://ibb.co/chPcqwF
https://ibb.co/HTjYqS5
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2024.05.15 17:29 AlcatorSK Request: Removal of pencil markings from classroom photo

Request: Removal of pencil markings from classroom photo
Hello, would someone be so kind and remove the three crosses and the partial frame above the heads of the school children in this old photo?
(Second images merely highlights where the markings are, for easier orientation.)
This is the Classroom photo (1926/27) on which to work.
The three crosses (in circles) and the partial pencil frame (rectangles) to remove.
Will pay $5.
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2024.05.15 17:25 laomusicARTS LAOMUSIC ARTS in Berlin

LAOMUSIC ARTS in Berlin
LAOMUSIC ARTS 2024
presents

LAOMUSIC ARTS in Berlin
Another AI generated image!

https://preview.redd.it/c52clf0qyl0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=639ba449a6479fbe6fdfad7768b66ccadb33a388
My prompt:

"Enter the world of LAOMUSIC ARTS, a Brazilian guitar virtuoso with the soul of samba and the rhythm of bossa nova, navigating the bustling streets of Berlin, Germany. In the dimly lit alleyways, amidst the echoes of his melodies, lies the poignant tale of a musician who lost his home but found his voice. As the neon lights flicker overhead, capture the essence of resilience and passion in the eyes of this brown-skinned maestro, as his fingers dance across the strings, weaving a tapestry of emotions that transcend language and borders. Let the Dreamshaper XL Lightning style illuminate the spirit of LAOMUSIC ARTS as he serenades the city with the melodies of his homeland, echoing through the urban landscape of Berlin."

Initial Resolution
Medium
Aspect Ratio
1:1
Runtime
Short
Seed
3816937822
Overall Prompt Weight
50%

And also as parallax!

https://reddit.com/link/1csnjei/video/pg5whv9ryl0d1/player
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2024.05.15 17:18 ddovod Cetus X hardware + bigger battery + custom frame = 14+ minutes cruising. I know you guys like 3d printed frames

Cetus X hardware + bigger battery + custom frame = 14+ minutes cruising. I know you guys like 3d printed frames
TL;DR I've put Cetus X hardware + lollipop antenna + 850mah 2s battery into custom designed and 3d printed frame (carbon fiber reinforced PP) and got 14.5 minutes cruising time indoor. Will try to push it harder outside and will try 3-blade props later, waiting for the weekend. P.S.: The last image contains a bit outdated canopy design.
Long story. Newer Cetus X revision has pretty decent hardware for 2 inch drone (F4 2S 15A V1.0, not available for purchase separately). I've got 2 and decided to rework one of them. The main idea behind this build was to move the center of mass closer to the props plane to make it more efficient and responsive. Plus we can save a few grams by making it a toothpick style and removing ducts. Eventually after designing and printing a dozen of frames and trying different materials I came up with this design (I'll post all models later, I need a bit more tests). Btw you can still change the camera angle. The frame itself is 14 grams lighter than the original one, it bends kinda same as the original so the stiffness is very close, and I've also added XT30 plug, capacitor and lollipop antenna to it. It also has a mounting place for Runcam Thumb Pro W which also has a new lightweight housing.
Some findings on materials. PLA is great, it's stiff, easy to print. But it has bad layer adhesion, heat resistance, and it's brittle. But the main concern here is its' density which is around 1.3 g/cm3. PETG is great, easy to print, not as stiff as PLA, but stiff enough. It has great layer adhesion, decent heat resistance, it's not brittle. Its density is a bit smaller than PLA, around 1.25 g/cm3. PC-ABS blend is awesome though it's harder to print than the previous two. It's as stiff as PLA (probably more stiff), great heat resistance, but its layer adhesion is on par with PLA. Also it's more brittle than PETG, but less than PLA. Also its density is around 1.15. This was my choice until I decided to try PP. PP is weird. It's very hard to print, it's not stiff at all. But it has excellent layer adhesion, even better than PETG, it's not brittle at all because it's too soft, BUT its density is around 0.75 g/cm3. The fact that it's 1/3 times lighter than the PC-ABS bothered me too much so I started to look further. And finally PP CF17 (17% carbon fiber infill). It's still very hard to print, the PP doesn't stick to anything except PP, and it has huge shrink. But it's stiffness is just a bit smaller than PETG (though still as stiff as the original frame), good layer adhesion (on par with PETG), great heat resistance, and it's still not brittle at all. From my calculation its density is arount 0.78 g/cm3.
Other tech details. I've separated the camera and vtx and connected them with wires. Also I've soldered 25V 220uf capacitor in parallel with power lines. Apart from that I've soldered additional power line from the battery to power the Runcam Thumb Pro W camera. The idea is to use tiny switching DC-DC step-down converter powered directly by the battery, so far it works fine and it's no need to solder directly to the FC (I still cannot find the schematics of this FC, BetaFPV cannot give me one since this FC is not sold separately). It will deliver 5V 0.7A when the supply is 6.5v+ (at least they state so), but from my measurement this camera consumes around 300ma when shooting 2.7@60fps.
Weight. Original Cetus X dry - 55.5g This drone dry - 46.2g 2 original batteries (BetaFPV 450mah x2) - 25.4g GNB 850mah 2s - 36.6g Runcam Thumb Pro W with custom housing, microsd and DC-DC converter - 15.5g So as you can see the original setup with 2x450mah batteries is around 81g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery is around 83g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery and Runcam camera is around 98g.
Flight time. I've only tried indoor cruising flight so far. With GNB 2s 850mah it flies 14.5 minutes (disarm at 7V, it rebounds to 7.2V so I guess there's 30-40secs more if you drain it until it rebounds to 7V). If I add the camera and shoot 2.7k@60fps it flies 9.5 minutes under the same conditions.
Any feedback is appreciated = )
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2024.05.15 17:09 ddovod Cetus X hardware + custom frame + bigger battery (14+ minutes cruising). I know you guys like 3d printed frames

Cetus X hardware + custom frame + bigger battery (14+ minutes cruising). I know you guys like 3d printed frames
https://preview.redd.it/b2uylcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c4d8114c5976f891b4453ba4f9828985811fcaca
https://preview.redd.it/haze0dospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6fcce6d08002a384e8d0f203f58c11737b6ad9c8
https://preview.redd.it/us9faeospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a9f5b073754084d908878f986c240520bb033eb5
https://preview.redd.it/swoukcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b5920ce604531a2f46a3a835dfdbf458210269fa
https://preview.redd.it/we1jqcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9456d4b8d5e092fe86ef41cc386d6d2e058860cb
https://preview.redd.it/pcyvflpspl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2d872bf019c575ed18e628044952747ddcce3d61
https://preview.redd.it/sxoz8cospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=115cc96ff918eb274a0c3bb137ec81e081a3efdb
TL;DR I've put Cetus X hardware + lollipop antenna + 850mah 2s battery into custom designed and 3d printed frame (carbon fiber reinforced PP) and got 14.5 minutes cruising time indoor. Will try to push it harder outside and will try 3-blade props later, waiting for the weekend. P.S.: The last image contains a bit outdated canopy design.
Long story. Newer Cetus X revision has pretty decent hardware for 2 inch drone (F4 2S 15A V1.0, not available for purchase separately). I've got 2 and decided to rework one of them.
The main idea behind this build was to move the center of mass closer to the props plane to make it more efficient and responsive. Plus we can save a few grams by making it a toothpick style and removing ducts. Eventually after designing and printing a dozen of frames and trying different materials I came up with this design (I'll post all models later, I need a bit more tests). Btw you can still change the camera angle. The frame itself is 14 grams lighter than the original one, it bends kinda same as the original so the stiffness is very close, and I've also added XT30 plug, capacitor and lollipop antenna to it. It also has a mounting place for Runcam Thumb Pro W which also has a new lightweight housing.
Some findings on materials. PLA is great, it's stiff, easy to print. But it has bad layer adhesion, heat resistance, and it's brittle. But the main concern here is its density which is around 1.3 g/cm3. PETG is great, easy to print, not as stiff as PLA, but stiff enough. It has great layer adhesion, decent heat resistance, it's not brittle. Its density is a bit smaller than PLA, around 1.25 g/cm3. PC-ABS blend is awesome though it's harder to print than the previous two. It's as stiff as PLA (probably more stiff), great heat resistance, but its layer adhesion is on par with PLA. Also it's more brittle than PETG, but less than PLA. Also its density is around 1.15. This was my choice until I decided to try PP. PP is weird. It's very hard to print, it's not stiff at all. But it has excellent layer adhesion, even better than PETG, it's not brittle at all because it's too soft, BUT its density is around 0.75 g/cm3. The fact that it's 1/3 times lighter than the PC-ABS bothered me too much so I started to look further. And finally PP CF17 (17% carbon fiber fill). It's still very hard to print, the PP doesn't stick to anything except PP, and it has huge shrink. But it's stiffness is just a bit smaller than PETG (though still as stiff as the original frame), good layer adhesion (on par with PETG), great heat resistance, and it's still not brittle at all. From my calculation its density is arount 0.78 g/cm3.
Other tech details. I've separated the camera and vtx and connected them with wires. Also I've soldered 25V 220uf capacitor in parallel with power lines. Apart from that I've soldered additional power line from the battery to power the Runcam Thumb Pro W camera. The idea is to use tiny switching DC-DC step-down converter powered directly by the battery, so far it works fine and it's no need to solder directly to the FC (I still cannot find the schematics of this FC, BetaFPV cannot give me one since this FC is not sold separately). It will deliver 5V 0.7A when the supply is 6.5v+ (at least they state so), but from my measurement this camera consumes around 300ma when shooting 2.7@60fps.
Weight. Original Cetus X dry - 55.5g This drone dry - 46.2g 2 original batteries (BetaFPV 450mah x2) - 25.4g GNB 850mah 2s - 36.6g Runcam Thumb Pro W with custom housing, microsd, ND filter and and DC-DC converter - 15.5g So as you can see the original setup with 2x450mah batteries is around 81g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery is around 83g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery and Runcam camera is around 98g.
Flight time. I've only tried indoor cruising flight so far. With GNB 2s 850mah it flies 14.5 minutes (disarm at 7V, it rebounds to 7.2V so I guess there're 30-40secs more if you drain it until it rebounds to 7V). If I add the camera and shoot 2.7k@60fps it flies 9.5 minutes under the same conditions.
Any feedback would be appreciated = )
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2024.05.15 16:55 FelipeDLH Happy accident

Happy accident
I bulk load film and while loading up this canister, my stupid loader door briefly popped open. I wasn’t sure how much film got fogged so decided to take my chances and shoot it anyway. It turned out only to have partially fogged a couple frames, including this one, where it actually totally works with the image!
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2024.05.15 16:54 chrisdh79 Canon confirms its long-rumored flagship EOS R1 is coming later this year The full-frame mirrorless camera will have a new image processing system and CMOS sensor, the company says.

Canon confirms its long-rumored flagship EOS R1 is coming later this year The full-frame mirrorless camera will have a new image processing system and CMOS sensor, the company says. submitted by chrisdh79 to gadgets [link] [comments]


2024.05.15 16:50 oozora-akari [WTS] [US-NY] [H] ZMF Verite Closed - Sapele [W] $1400 PayPal G&S

Hi! Selling this beautiful pair of Verite Closed that I bought in May of 2023. These have about ~15 hours of listening on them. I'm parting ways with them because after some protracted on-and-off use, I finally decided they just weren't for me.
I am the first owner of these, bought directly from ZMF brand new.
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/XUwoI35
Images: https://imgur.com/a/RiAMWMD
Please note some visual weadiscoloration on the top of the left cup under the gimbal, pictured in the Imgur album. Otherwise, they are in excellent condition and come from a smoke-free household, and were stored in the case when not in use.
Build Details as selected on the ZMF Website:
Included with the headphone (as pictured) are:
Asking price is $1400 USD via PayPal G&S Invoice, shipping & fees included to CONUS only. Price is firm, and I am not interested in any trades/partials.
These will be shipped & fully insured via UPS with recipient signature required.
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2024.05.15 16:47 kmd__ Can't get video/photo file info in the Finder.. best workaround?

Hi, I want to preface this by saying I'm an ex-Windows user and relatively new (1 year) Macbook user.
One of the things I miss the most is the Windows explorer vs. the Finder.
Here is my current problem and maybe some of you might help with an easy solution. I'm a videographephotographer. I'd love to see at a glance some info about my files (ex. Video length, video and image dimensions in px, video frame rate, etc.)
I know that the Finder doesn't let us pick all the info we want to see, like the hundreds of options that Windows Explorer lets you choose from.
I've read so far that I either have to put the video/photo files in the native "VIDEO" or "PICTURES" folder on the MAC to see this info. This is impossible for me though, as I have many projects and the files are split into folders Can't dump em all in one place. If these folders can show me the info, why not all folders?
Also, I've read that you can open QuickTime and Command+I to open the inspector and see the info, but that is not a viable solution. I don't want to have to open each and every file and then do a command just to see basic info.
I've searched but haven't seen an option for me to simply see file info... Maybe some of you have some tricks? Thanks.
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2024.05.15 16:11 Steamdeckguy Ghost of Tsushima : FRS 3 - Steam Deck

I have a question about FSR 3
The Bullet point on the Steam page states FSR 3 will be available (see below). I don't think that necessarily means FSR 3 will work on SteamDeck out of the gate.
Are there any other games that use FSR 3 on the deck out of the box? How well do they play?
Here is the bullet point:
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2024.05.15 16:02 Zealousideal_Winter4 Anyone else notice the Big Lez photo in the background?

I love that photo and wanted to hang one on my wall as well but I can’t seem to find the source image in the frame, it could be an original but I’m not to sure. Any help finding the big lez photo would be appreciated!
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2024.05.15 15:52 RaindogFloyd Structural/Fascia question

Structural/Fascia question
I need to bump out the edge of this deck to make room for 8ft stairwell on the right edge. Originally I was going to mount a finished 2x10 to existing edge that starts at the upper right by AC unit, supported by two Camo blocks or floating concrete supports and then join it with another 2x10 mounted to the edge seen on the lower left. But the first 2x10 would exceed (by 1”) the ability to use 14 foot planks without cutting them. I know I could get 16’s and cut them down but that seems wasteful.
Option B is to angle mount a 2x10 to continue within the existing 2x10 frame plane (9ft span supported with a block or two of course and two more supporting joists at 16 inch centers) to the new corner and then just use a single 1x10 12 ft finished skirt.
I considered doing a picture frame border but the extra blocking would be a pain beyond my skill set and the mitred corners probably would not work out as well as composite would and would cause more delay and frustration.
Any other ideas, suggestions/cautions?
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2024.05.15 15:48 karenvideoeditor The Zoo - [Part 2]

Previous

So, if you’re just joining us, I work at a haunted zoo now. Since I’ve gotten some rest, it feels like I’ve got my head on straight, at least, so I’d like to continue where I left off.
I sat on the floor in the office after meeting the ghost until I’d settled my rattled mind (and realized I’d forgotten to ask her name, how rude is that?). I took a deep breath and got up off the floor. Walking over and falling into the rolling chair in front of the large screen of camera views, when I brought up the camera that covered the area in which I’d spotted her, she was still there, and it seemed she hadn’t moved an inch.
Sitting there, at a loss, I continued to watch her. The ghost hung around for another five minutes or so, appearing to look at a few things off-screen, though I’m not sure what. Then she walked off into the forest and left the view of the cameras. I wasn’t sure if she vanished into the ether or if she’d gone looking into the trees to look for something.
But that wasn’t the end of the job interview, so let me jump back there. It continued into what kind of animals the zoo had, with Andrew asking me how much experience I had with dangerous animals.
I took a moment to consider the question. “So, ah…I’ve been going hunting and fishing with a neighbor since I was sixteen,” I told him. “We always have to keep an eye out for gators, bears, and hogs. Then there’s snakes, of course…snapping turtles… Since I’ve lived here my whole life and been aiming for a job with wildlife for a long time, I know a lot about the animals in Arkansas in general. But good advice for all of the above is avoid them, so I’ve had encounters, but I don’t know if you’d say I have experience with them.”
“That’s fine,” Andrew said, nodding. “That’s an answer I’m satisfied with. Now, the ghost was the appetizer, Ripley; here’s the main course. To start with, the pay isn’t twenty-five an hour. It’s fifty.”
Staring in shock for a moment, I asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. But that’d be weird to post online considering what applicants think we need, so I halved it.”
“That’s… Okay, why?”
“The animals are already here. You just can’t see them.”
I stared at him for a long moment, some disbelief worming its way into my expression, before saying, “Sorry, what?”
“There’s a chance you’d naturally never see them, or at least some of them,” he continued casually. “It depends on both your genetics and how long you stay on the job. I can naturally see six of them, but that’s it. Suzanne can see all of them, and more. Some are what people would label demons or ghosts. Or magic. Mostly you’d call them cryptids. The ghost was just a warm-up; I mentioned her first because it never takes more than a week to see her if you work the night shift. If you manage to handle her okay, soon you’ll be able to see the animals too. The more time you spend on the grounds, for weird reasons,” he said, wiggling his fingers in the direction of the back door, “the more you’ll be able to see.”
“So, this…this is a zoo for cryptids,” I echoed slowly. He nodded once, waiting to find out what kind of reaction I would have. I gestured vaguely around the room. “If this is a hidden camera show, will you cut me a check for showing up and participating?”
Andrew coughed out a chuckle and shook his head. “No joke. There are a ton of stories out there that have been written to death, pulverized until they’re not the Grimm stories of old and instead they’re Disney films. A lot of those stories come from what some humans have seen. There are dozens of other worlds pressed up against ours, and occasionally things come through by accident. If they’re smart, they’ll lay low and then make their way back when they can. If not, they become local folklore until someone helps them back. I’m just from London, but Suzanne is from somewhere else. She hires people like us for this zoo. Humans.”
Sighing, I shook my head. “That makes no sense. Why would she hire a muggle for a magic zoo?”
Andrew burst out laughing at that, and then waited to gather himself before he continued. “Fair point, but this is less about magic and more about animals, and you’re missing some information that will explain it. First of all, if I misjudge an employee, and they think they can make bank by outing the endangered and valuable animals we have, it’s easy to relocate the zoo.”
“Because magic?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he replied, ignoring the thread of skepticism in my tone. “That means it isn’t the end of the world if that happened, though it is a pain in the arse. But second…let me ask you a question. Speaking of reality shows, say the Discovery Channel put out a call to replace Steve Irwin when he passed. Imagine they had a line out the door,” he said with a gesture, “of people who thought they had the skill and natural talent to replace him, to take on everything he’d been doing his whole life. How many do you reckon would lose an arm, a leg, or their life, by the end of the day?”
My lips parted in surprise and I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re saying people from…wherever…they’re just as dumb as humans, but they’re worse, because they actually think they can handle these things.”
Andrew pointed the pen at me. “Things. Exactly. You called them things. Suzanne and her friends grew up with them and would call them animals. These animals have dispositions and temperaments that we’ve studied for as long as there have been scientists. Where Suzanne’s from, they know the weaknesses of these animals, and also they’re in enclosures here, even if you and I can’t see the walls because they’re invisible things called ‘wards’. If I hire someone who’s got magic on top of all that, they’ll have almost no instinctive fear.
“Everything here is nocturnal, and every one of them is a hunter. Some of these things? Humans see them and they pass out. Not that I want you passing out, but I need someone who is scared of these things, who knows to stay out of the enclosures no matter what. Not someone who thinks they can train them to do tricks, who gets close enough for them to grab a mouthful of hair and drown them. Once, we had a night shift manager injured, and once killed, because they didn’t take these animals seriously enough.”
Thinking back to the Sea World orca incident I knew he’d been referencing, I remembered wondering how someone at that level of her profession could be so careless as I watched the video on YouTube. It made sense when he explained it like that. I hesitated before mentally throwing my hands up and going all in. “So, why put this place here, then? If they’re endangered and also dangerous, why have a zoo at all instead of just a small reserve?”
He pursed his lips, looking disappointed in me. “Ripley. You know that already. You already said as much.”
Thinking back through our conversation, I said, “The rich humans who pay top dollar to see supernatural animals.”
“Not humans,” he told me. “But people, yes, and they are rich, and they’re making donations and spending their money on a ticket here because everything we have is endangered.”
“So…”
I just let my voice trail off and my mind started to drift. Andrew remained silent, letting me do so. There’s that thing people say, ‘I believe that you believe it,’ which is just a kinder way of saying, ‘Bullshit.’ Parents say it about closet monsters. Psychologists say it to people who say they’ve been abducted and probed by aliens. I wanted to say it to Andrew.
But I also wanted a job. If it meant working overnight at an empty zoo, that was fine. When it came down to it, especially when I took the tone of our conversation into account, this was a zoo specifically focused on preserving endangered ‘animals’, and it was allegedly doing important work. Also, if this turned out to be the real deal and I started seeing the animals, I would deal with it, just like I would deal with an enclosure that had a lion or tiger or gorilla. If it came with a ghost and invisible creatures, I really didn’t see what the difference was, if I couldn’t go in the enclosures either way.
On that note, I’d like you to imagine a kid who looks at a roller coaster, watching everyone screaming and grinning as they go up and down and all around and they’re like, ‘Heck, I could do that! That looks like a blast!’
Then they get on, the first drop hits, and they realize they’ve made a terrible mistake.
“All right,” I sighed. “I can’t say I’m going to turn down a job just because it’s going to be scary. Especially not one with this paycheck.”
Andrew smiled. “Awesome. There’s an adjustment process for anyone working here, similar to a dog that gets adopted, actually. I know the general guidelines of, ‘three days, three weeks, three months’ in terms of milestones, until they finally feel they’re where they’re supposed to be,” he told me, “and you can think of your time here along those lines. I really think you’re a great fit, and once you reach the milestone of working here for three months, I’ll officially consider you our new night shift guard. And I hope you’ll stay with us for many years.”
I nodded and smiled at the flattery of an employer wanting me to work a great job for them for a long time. I’d never had a dog, but those milestones were well-known among anyone who knew animals, especially dogs. The first three days, the dog is getting to know its new digs, exploring, and decompressing. At three weeks, they’ve gotten used to their environment and are starting to get comfortable with their surroundings and the routines of the humans they live with. By three months, they know the rules and follow them, they trust you, and they feel they are where they’re meant to be. I could only hope to be so lucky.
I saw the ghost two days ago and she has yet to make another appearance (for those who are curious, I asked, and her name is Leila), and I still hadn’t seen any animals. I did hear one, though, I feel compelled to note. A growling roar sounded from the lake on occasion, echoing across the vast zoo, sending a shiver down my spine. Whatever that animal was, it sounded gigantic.
Andrew said there was apparently a group that wanted to visit for a birthday and they were offering a huge donation, so he let me know they were making an exception and that this group would be walking through the park that night. That meant I’d be watching people watching animals that, as far as I could tell, weren’t there.
It was anticlimactic. Even the three people who came for the tour just looked like people, not like aliens or something eldritch from another dimension, and I stayed in the security office the whole time. Andrew was the one giving the tour. I watched them spend about five minutes at each enclosure, the hour or so that they were there passing without incident. It was clear that they were able to see all the animals, though, since they motioned excitedly at each enclosure and spoke to Andrew, who presumably answered any questions they had.
If they could see the animals, that was that. There was still that niggle in the back of my head, from my twenty-three years of life never encountering anything like ghosts or cryptids, telling me that this was ridiculous. Waiting for someone to knock on the door, a camera mounted on their shoulder, to tell me that it was a big joke and they wanted to see how long I’d play along. But from all I saw, this was a real place with real, invisible animals.
I do carry a taser and pepper spray in my capacity as a security guard. Though it isn’t for the animals, since they’re in the enclosures; they’re actually for the rare instance of a break-in. Andrew mentioned that it had happened several times it the past, someone trying to steal an animal in the hopes of selling it on the black market. They’d been successful before, but apparently my predecessor Roger was good at his job, and mostly they left in handcuffs.
I’ll be honest, I’m not a huge fan of confrontation, but my job was to call Andrew and then confront the person, not kick their ass. That’s what the police were for, or rather, the people Andrew would call in lieu of police in certain situations.
Fifty bucks an hour. That’s the key here.
Andrew hadn’t set up direct deposit, since he was sticking with a strategy of waiting to see if I’d continue to work there once I found out myself dealing with the animals (I’ve decided I am going to just call them animals). Instead, I got an old-fashioned check after my shift every Friday. The number on the first check was delightful. I went out that evening and had a big dinner at the local diner, order my most expensive favorites on the menu and a big slice of pie for dessert.
When it came to the paychecks in general, though, I had this weird feeling of not wanting to tell my dad and brother about the fact that it was actually $50/hr. I previously mentioned that my dad, his name’s Nathan if you’re curious, works at a local grocery store. Our town has a couple food franchises, but I think its size is just short of whatever threshold Walmart uses to decide where to open. He earns $14/hr. and that’s after the tiny raises he’s gotten over the past thirteen years.
That’s not to say he’d feel bad about not making as much as me. On the contrary, he would be ecstatic for me and really proud. But, like me, he’d be suspicious. That hourly rate was the biggest hint that this was more than just a private zoo for cryptids. And as soon as that fat check cleared without problems, my dad wouldn’t be satisfied with reassurances; he’d want to come visit the zoo and look around.
I’d told him it’s a private preservation with scheduled (expensive) visits only and that it had only eleven animals, so he’d been appeased by me brushing off the idea of a visit. Also, I took a few photos of my workplace; one of the security room, one of me sitting in my chair, one photo of the many screens I watched, and a selfie where I was feigning sleep out of boredom, slouched in my chair with my mouth open in a faux snore. That let him feel like he knew where I was and what I was doing, and that I was safe.
But if I told him I was making double what he thought, my father would practically order me to quit. No job was worth my safety, he’d tell me. I was quite of the opposite opinion, however, considering how crucial any and all conservation efforts were these days. Especially with the steep extinction levels due to humans competing with other animals for space, not to mention climate change. Working in any job that helped preserve species and keep ecosystems in balance, or put them back in balance, was so important.
Then again, my father would also point out something I had realized right away: the fact was that I was working with endangered species that were not from Earth. I wasn’t helping my planet. To be honest, though…that didn’t matter to me. Especially after that talk with Andrew about why he hired a human for this job, I figured whichever dimension these animals came from had the equivalent of us, razing forests to the ground, clouding the planet with pollution, and leaving the animals with no avenue of recourse when yet more land was taken from them.
I really do hope to keep working here for a long time, though, and not just because of the money. I can’t help it; I want to know what these things were, and I want to work with them, to do the job of a zookeeper. The same way you go up to the chain-link fence to get close to a carnivore on the other side who thinks you’d make a nice afternoon snack. You just want to be closer to them, to experience that incredible, daunting feeling of being in their presence.
Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before I got what I wanted.
The day after we had the tour go through, I was doing my sweep when I saw the ghost again. She was sitting on a small boulder in the same area I’d seen her the first time, looking identical, blood covering the front of her slashed shirt, the wounds visible underneath. I stopped and stood there for a moment before I decided to raise my hand in a small wave.
The young woman cocked her head at me and raised a hand in the air in an imitation of my gesture, her expression showing a bit of curiosity.
She was low-key, seemingly not concerned with my presence, looking at me as a novel phenomenon in her world. I wondered what that world consisted of. Was she always here, sometimes visible and sometimes not? Or did she have another world next to ours, in the ether, where she left everything in this world behind and floated in her disembodied form? Did she still feel emotions? Was that really curiosity on her face, or was I projecting? Did she feel happiness? Fear? Did she have the option of moving on, or was she stuck here?
Many questions that I might never get the answers to. And that was assuming Andrew knew the answers, since I’d never met Suzanne Cooper and he hadn’t even mentioned that possibility. This place was clearly her baby, but I’m sure running it was a lot of work. Plus, if she was rich enough to own it, she was rich enough to have other businesses and charities to run.
When it comes to the enclosures, they’re all wrapped by a barrier of some kind, though never one that seems adequate. There was not a single place with the ugly metal weavings of a chain-link fence, and no stretches of circular razor wire. Instead, there are nice fences. Black iron, or wrought steel fencing in a similar style to the one circling the perimeter of the zoo, just shorter and with different patterns. Or a spaced picket fence, the wood stained in some tone of brown, or a split two-rail fence. As if to say, ‘This is the border of your enclosure, but we’re just letting you know out of courtesy.’
When I started to pass enclosure number seven last night, a young woman’s voice spoke, “Hello.”
I startled, unaware that I hadn’t been alone. “Oh. Hi,” I said, staring at her standing a few yards in.
She had been next to a large tree and I hadn’t seen her. This enclosure was behind a picket fence, and she walked through the large area of wild grasses and flowers that stretched across the other side of the fence. There were fewer tall grasses closer to the fence, which I guessed was because it had been tromped down by her regular pacing along it when there were visitors, or if she wanted to see the various enclosures of the zoo. Her sudden appearance was a bit weird, considering I had been expecting to see a cryptid and instead I was looking at, it seemed, an attractive Asian woman.
She wore a black kimono, the soft silk robe draped gently over her body, with beautiful patterns of cherry blossoms, more so over her left side, and red and blue birds with their wings spread. A sash wrapped around her abdomen, she wore socks and sandals on her feet, and her hair was up in those rolls that gave volume to the style.
I was no expert on any fashion, much less that of another country, so I just assumed it was all traditional Japanese clothing. Most likely, the visitors who came liked to see a certain time-honored style and that’s what she stuck with. Or maybe she played on stereotypes. That would be amusing.
“I’m Yui. It’s nice to meet you,” she spoke, arriving at the border of the fence and holding out a hand for me to shake.
I’d been standing about three yards away from her, and I’ll be honest, muscle memory tried to kick in. But I only made it two steps, my hand starting to rise, before I froze, the hand falling limply at my side. “Nice to meet you, too,” I answered, my voice quiet.
Damn. I wonder how many times that honey trap works back where she comes from.
The pleasant look on her face faded, and she lowered her hand. “You won’t shake hands with me? Isn’t that rude?”
“I mean, I kind of like my hand where it is. You know, attached to me.”
Her demure smile widened into something more amused. “I would never do something so revolting.”
Looking her up and down, as if more visual information would give me more knowledge of what she was, I asked her, “What would you do?”
“I would be less wasteful,” she said softly.
A finger of ice trailed down my spine, and I had the sudden image in my head of her grabbing my outstretched hand in an iron grip and yanking me over the fence, leaving me to sprawl on the ground. Then killing and consuming me efficiently, without a single careless step, the same way humans slaughtered pigs, using everything from the hog but the squeal. I was struck with a shiver at the idea of her consuming everything from me but my screams.
Slowly, I took one step further down the path, then another. Just as I got to a walking pace, though, I realized the woman had started walking too, in the same direction. I’d have eventually gotten to the end of her enclosure and keep going, leaving her behind, but she spoke up. “Are you leaving?”
I came to a stop, meeting her gaze again. “My job is to walk the zoo every hour. Then I’ll get back to the security room and stay there until my next walk.”
“Have you met the others yet?”
I hesitated before saying, “Just Leila.”
She blinked languidly. “That means nobody welcomed you here.”
“Andrew did.”
She didn’t reply to that. Instead, she slowly started to lean forward, and I flinched backward a few steps further as I saw insect legs start curling out from her back.
No. Not insect. Arachnid.
The eight legs ended in small ‘paws’ with tiny claws, a layer of hairs covering the leg from top to bottom, like any typical tarantula. I took two more slow steps back and my mouth went dry as the jointed legs just kept lengthening, until they were large enough to lever her off the ground.
My gaze had been on the spider legs, but my heart skipped a beat as I realized her human legs had melded together and turned into a bulging abdomen. Her skin was shifting to a carapace, eventually all the way up to her shoulders and down her arms, her fingers elongating and her nails stretching to claws. From there down, her body was that of a pale tarantula with pedipalps the size of my arms and piercing fangs in her jaws that looked like they could take my head off.
There was a moment, my vision blurring, where I was worried that I might piss myself. The part of my brain that still had its humor intact in that moment told me that I should keep an emergency set of clothes in my car, or at the very least, start wearing Depends to work.
“I show you my true form,” she said softly, her voice now raspy like an eighty-year-old after a lifelong smoking habit. “Welcome to Suzanne Cooper’s zoo. The night shift guard for many years was Roger, before he retired and the zoo moved, and I miss him dearly. What should I call you?”
I choked on my words. There was no way my throat was going to cooperate enough for me to clearly get a sentence out. Instead, I realized my legs had taken control of the situation themselves, unsatisfied with my conscious brain’s decision to stand and stare, taking steps backward. I backed up a yard, then five yards, then ten.
My mind focused on the fact that spiders don’t waste anything, and pictured my demise. I’d be wrapped in a cocoon, killed, and made nice and mushy before she had me for dinner.
The whole time, my brain was a frenzied mess, my pupils were probably the size of dimes, and I was staring at that tiny, pathetic fence between her and me. There was so much adrenaline pumping through my body that I felt like my bones were vibrating. The fence was, to my eyes, the only thing between us. The only thing keeping her from tackling and killing me. My only hope was that she’d do it quickly.
But she didn’t move. As I absorbed her innocent, polite words, the look on her face was calm, and I wondered if this was typically the way a conversation went before she devoured her prey. I wondered how many people she’d eaten. Not humans, not people from Earth, but the ones from where she came from. The fact that she doesn’t scare the shit out of those people means they’re staggeringly dumber than humans.
Finally, I rounded a corner, both relieved at having her out of my sight and worried that she would take that moment to come find me. When she’d been within eyeshot, I had at least known where she was and could run in the other direction. But I didn’t hear the sound of faint footsteps moving rapidly toward me. All was quiet, in that deep, smothering way that only an empty business in the middle of the night in small town America could be.
My hands trembling, I barely paid attention to anything but the confirmation that my surroundings were free of the colossal spider as I finally got back to the door. Grabbing the handle and letting my eyes dart around for about ten seconds and my ears prick for the slightest sound, I finally swiped my key card across the pad and went inside, shutting the door behind me and engaging the backup deadbolt.
Maybe that was why they had decided on keycards. If I was running from something and panicking, using an actual key or inserting the card like at a hotel would keep me from getting to safety considering my hands were shaking enough to mix a margarita.
Walking over to my chair, I fell into it, letting my body flush itself of terror as I looked up at the cameras. There she was, still in arachnid form, exactly where I’d left her behind that rinky-dink fence, casually looking around and slowly pacing back and forth. I stared at her as my racing heart gradually slowed, and a minute or so later she turned on her eight legs and walked back into the trees.
Whatever invisible fences the enclosures have apparently work, which is nice, because I wasn’t keen on getting killed by one of the creatures here. And that’s what brings me here, spilling out everything that’s happened so far. Because nearly passing out from terror isn’t something I wanted to deal with at work, obviously, but I keep going over what she did in my head again and again, and I feel like I reacted like a child who spotted a wolf spider on their bed. I started to worry for my overactive sense of self-preservation, at least in my capacity as an employee here.
The spider didn’t even try to hurt me, and so I was feeling a bit foolish. Even annoyed, actually, at the fact that I’d freaked out so hard and took off instead of trying to engage in at least basic conversation. I got the sense that she wasn’t at human-level intelligence, but I was never going to be able to hold any level of conversation with an alligator.
Sure, she did mention that she wouldn’t be so crass as to yank off my hand because she’d rather just have my entire corpse, but wouldn’t a wolf do the same if it was hungry? Wouldn’t any carnivore? Actually, they probably would’ve been satisfied with one of my hands. The fear here was from the fact that she turned into a giant spider. If she’d turned into Clifford, I would’ve reacted the same way, if not better than, meeting Leila.
With that, I decided I’m staying on the job. Considering how frustrated I can get with foolish people, it’s a bit hypocritical, and I’m being a bit of an idiot. But…there are definitely wards keeping them in their enclosures. Also, I signed up for creatures for another dimension, whether or not I believed in them at the time, and I will not let encountering my first one in an objectively boring way be the reason I quit.
The money is a factor, I’ll grant you. Of course it is. And I can’t spend it if I’m dead, but all signs point to surviving as long as I don’t do anything dumb. Also, yes, I’ll admit there’s a not-so-little voice in the back of my head that’s desperate to know what else is here. I never thought I’d do something like this, but finding out these things are real, I honestly do want to learn more about them.
Still, though, I decided to call Andrew at the end of my shift to ask if the pepper spray and taser I carried worked on a certain spider, as well as the other animals I’d yet to meet.

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2024.05.15 15:44 adamdressler1900 Is there a limit to total size of rendered images the sheepit site will store?

I noticed the sheepit website seems to store generated images rather than streaming them direct to my pc. Is there a limit to total size of rendered images the sheepit site will store? I have a lot of frames and the resulting file will be very big. I’m worried it will delete them or cancel my render before it’s done.
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2024.05.15 15:35 UnspeakableJester Humble contribution to the project Magnolia & Bookworm

Not the best writter nor the most knowledgeable 40k fan, but there is my humble contribution for this AU
I tried my best for this, and probably have some contradictions with the lore, I probably missed some important parts or decisions of the community. I apologise if that's the case.
Not a native english speaker, sorry for the mistakes
Eager to read your opinions about this.
Disclaimer: I've tried to make the relationship wierd and to emphasise the following elements: « Is she... messing with your mind ? » and the possibility she might read OS thoughts (cf u/Sweet_older-Sister 's Magnus post).
Not everyone is promised for a great destiny.
For a scholar in the City of Light, being born and continuing to live on the splendid Prospero, learning day by day, exchanging with peers and studying hundreds of books and grimoires is a more than ordinary destiny, but one that is oh so satisfying. Add to that the occasional opportunity to speak with the brilliant minds of the XVth Legion, and it's hard to imagine a better life. Here, among all the scholars, there is one who stands out from the rest for his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Friendly nicknamed ‘Bookworm’ by his peers, it's almost impossible to see him without his nose buried in a book. With his face hidden beneath the hood of his bure, he cuts himself off from the world and devours every sentence, every word, every letter that passes before his eyes. It is said that the only time he took his eyes off his reading was when warriors from the 15th were addressing him. Like many other inhabitants of the planet, Bookworm had an affinity with the Warp. However, his presence was no weaker or brighter than anyone else's, and he only stood out from the crowd because of his habit of reading all the time. He lived a peaceful and happy life, enviable in a way.
As the Lord of Prospero, Magnolia rules and lives on this world, surrounded by her precious children. Returning to her planet after another victorious conquest, and receiving a triumphant welcome, the Cyclopean Sorceress marched through the capital at the head of her legion before the astonished eyes of the people. The distinctive scents of Prospero invaded her nostrils, awakening a slight nostalgia for the days of her childhood, right up to the arrival of the Emperor. With her noble gait, she moved mechanically towards the Great Library, eager to find new things to record and archive. The fact that she was in such a quiet place, where all known knowledge converged, appealed to her spirit, even though she was obviously the source of distraction for all scholastic eyes. Her presence, so imposing and remarkable, was an object of admiration for all the scholars eager to imbibe her knowledge. Trying to ignore the stares, she browsed the shelves of the library, observing the bindings of the books that passed before her eyes, when, at the turn of a corner, she stopped abruptly, almost knocking over a hooded figure who didn't even reach her waist.
Not a word. Not a glance. Not even a whisper. The silhouette continued on its way, unperturbed, even ignoring the accident that had almost occurred. Initially disturbed by what had just happened, Magnolia held back a cry of protest and, intrigued, tried to probe the Warp to observe the small light that had just passed. This moment was as absurd as imagining a firefly shining brighter than a lighthouse, and yet... Carefully approaching the little firefly, Magnolia infiltrated its mind to see what might be hiding there. She was amazed to see an exact replica of Tizca's library, with the same shelves, the same walls, the same stone slabs... The only real difference was that there were far fewer books than in the original. Wandering around the place, stunned by the perfection this mortal had instilled in her mind, she skirted both empty and full shelves, until finally she found the mortal's consciousness, seated in front of an old desk, filling in the blank pages of a book. This singular discovery aroused her curiosity even more. She approached at a snail's pace and glanced over the shoulder of this strange individual before opening her only eye. There, on the paper, were words she knew, for she herself had already read them. The mortal copied and engraved in his mind the works he read, and did so with particular care, annotating certain passages to add his own thoughts. In this way, each book in her mental library constituted not only what she had read, but also the ideas that had grown from it.
Magnolia observed this mortal's consciousness attentively, amazed by what he had achieved, even allowing herself to leaf through some of the works already completed. Some might think that this person was a dullard who existed only through his reading, but there was a brilliant, if shy, mind behind it, preferring to keep his ideas and innovations to himself, whether they were good or bad. As the lines went by, a guilty pleasure sprang up in the Primarch's heart, as she read every thought of this curious little mortal. In a way, he could be just like her, and she saw this as a pleasant reflection in a distorting mirror. However, this same pleasure caused a slight disturbance in Magnolia's psyche which spilled over into the mortal's consciousness. For the first time, his silhouette quivered, attracting the Cyclops' gaze, then he pulled a small diary from a bag at his feet and scribbled the date followed by the simple phrase “feeling watched” before putting it away and resuming his work. Having witnessed all this, Magnolia did her best to regain composure, her curiosity having reached its peak. She bent down to search the bag, found the newspaper and, imitating the silhouette's handwriting, added ‘Thoughts about Primarch Magnolia’ and put the newspaper back in its place before leaving the mortal mind.
Her cheeks slightly redder than usual, the Primarch headed for her palace, ruminating on what had just happened. Why had she done this? How had this scholar managed to arouse her curiosity to such an extent? How was it possible that a mortal could worm his way into her thoughts without them having spoken for even a moment? She had no answer, but one thing was certain: she had to see him again and study him. She wanted to understand how a demigoddess like her could be so distracted by a mortal. The further away she got, the more the image of this hooded scholar haunted her thoughts, and the more a feeling of discomfort slowly gripped her heart, weighing down on her chest. The day passed, and not for a moment were her thoughts neglected by this mysterious scholar, and when night came, devoured by her own thoughts, exhausted by this new sensation compressing her chest, she decided to act. Sailing on the currents of the Immaterium, Magnolia rediscovered the glow of the firefly and once again entered her slumbering mind.
The mortal's dream was one of absolute calm. It was an infinite expanse of calm water, on which he stood amidst creations representing his desires, his plans, his hopes, his family... Everything here was soothing, and Magnolia took the time to observe every detail of each representation, discovering a little more about the personality of this stranger who was no longer completely himself. From time to time, as he fashioned a new representation, the scholar would glance in the direction of the Primarch who was hiding as best he could. A smile would appear on his lips and, in a whisper, he would resume his work, that night erecting an immense block of roughly carved marble. The block was twice the scholar's height, and seemed destined to represent a person whose features and details were as yet undefined. All night long, the mortal shaped his dream, under the curious gaze of the demigoddess. The next day, and the days that followed, she was unable to go to the Great Library, too busy as she was, but every night she would enter the man's mind to spy on his dreams, watching the slow but careful progress of the mysterious statue standing proud. She was spotted a few times, but each time, the mortal smiled and resumed his work in earnest. Was it a coincidence that the greatest advances were made after she had been spotted? This little merry-go-round lasted a few days. And the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Every night, the sculpture advanced, representing a woman whose facial features were still indefinable.
When Magnolia received the order to leave from Prospero, she demanded that a certain scholar be taken aboard the Photep, but, unsure of her own actions and refusing to admit her obsession with a civilian, she disguised the whole thing as a mobilisation order for new members of her ship's staff, making sure nonetheless that the object of her obsession was one of the new arrivals. When she saw him set foot on the metal frame, her face lit up, and she couldn't help but enter, once again, into the mind of the man whose absence was causing her such unusual sensations. Rushing over to the desk, she found, as usual, the little man's consciousness writing, yet her eye was focused on the bag at the foot of the desk. She slipped her hand into it, grabbed the newspaper and read all the pages she had missed since her first intrusion, and as the pages and days went by, ‘Thoughts about Primarch Magnolia’ became ‘Sweet thoughts about Primarch Magnolia’. Each day began with ‘Dreamed about Primarch Magnolia. Thoughts about her the day, and dream about her at night. Somehow, it feels nice’. The Cyclops' cheeks took on a slightly darker hue, moved and embarrassed that he was thinking of her too. As she put the newspaper back in the bag, the mortal dipped his hand in and brushed against her skin. He stopped, turned his head and met the Primarch's gaze. Under the shadow of her hood shone two supernaturally blue eyes, but in front of the crimson-pink red face, a huge, shy smile took shape. ‘I hope I won't wake up if it's a dream’ he said. Caught off guard, the Primarch held out her hand and showed him sparkles ‘Hu... Look little Bookworm! A cool spell!’ and then vanished in panic. The next entry in the diary was ‘Daydreamed about the Lady. She was cute.’.
Later that night, Magnolia hesitated to dive into Bookworm's dreams, but she eventually built up enough courage to do it. There, she saw the finished statue. It was a magnificent representation of the demigoddess. Her noble face was imbued with gentleness and affection. It was an expression she had never seen before, and yet seeing it brought a deep warmth to her heart. On the statue, from around her good eye and heart, sigils were engraved, describing in detail and passion the fantasies and thoughts that the scholar harboured about this divinity. There was an overwhelming purity and sincerity, and the more the Primarch read what was there, the more the fire in her chest intensified. She had finally found the answers to her questions, and understood Aurelia much better now: ‘Is this what she called love then?’
Deep within the Warp, a certain Weaver saw a string burning and disappear, then it chuckled ‘Not everyone is promised for a great destiny, but the Destiny watch over everyone.'
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2024.05.15 15:05 Craptose_Intolerant [Freebie] 74 Different Galaxies for your space scenes (Blender 4.0 & geometry nodes) 🌟

[Freebie] 74 Different Galaxies for your space scenes (Blender 4.0 & geometry nodes) 🌟
All images were derived from Hubble telescope deep field observation (HDF, courtesy of NASA/ESA/Hubble).
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With that out of way, here is quick render (done in EEVEE, 2 seconds/frame on my machine):
Galaxies
There is a simple animation included and very simple starfield background as well...
Blender 4.0 file can be downloaded here: Google Drive: Galaxies.blend (zipped)
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2024.05.15 15:01 ibid-11962 More Murtagh Questions [Post Murtagh Christopher Paolini Q&A Wrap Up #5]

As discussed in the first post, this is my ongoing compilation of the remaining questions Christopher has answered online between August 1st 2023 and April 30th 2024 which I've not already covered in other compilations.
As always, questions are sorted by topic, and each Q&A is annotated with a bracketed source number. Links to every source used and to the other parts of this compilation will be provided in a comment below.
The previous post focused on the essence of the Murtagh book and character. This installment will cover additional Murtagh-related questions, such as about specific elements of the writing process. The next post will cover the writing and publication of Eragon.

Further Details about Writing Murtagh

Creating the Maps
For Murtagh I did all the maps after writing the book, but that's because I already knew all the locations and was familiar with them from writing the series. So I didn't need to do the maps before writing the book. [12]
What is your system for drawing maps? I usually start by thinking of what I want a location to look like. And that has nothing to do with a map. That's usually just thinking about how it will serve the story. And then the map will be based off of that. The biggest decision is usually what the style of the map should be, whether I want to do like a top-down city map for a place, or if I want it to be a more of a realistic image. So more of, let's say, a landscape painting, one could say, or if I want to do something that's more allegorical and evocative or symbolic, which there's actually one of those in Murtagh that really isn't a map, but it's a symbolic map, let's put it that way. And all of that is governed by what is the effect I hope to achieve with the reader. Because if it doesn't achieve the effect I want, then what's the point of doing it. I do try to avoid maps where I have to draw every single building if it's a city map because that's just annoying. I'd rather draw mountains than cities. [12]
I love the sort of top-down look, which is why I drew the the original map for Eragon in this style. [12]
Maps are an awesome thing, and they add so much to a world. And that's why I love drawing them, and I love finding them in books I'm reading. And it's also why I make such an effort to draw and paint maps for my own books. [12]
Favorite Parts
What kind of scenes do you enjoy writing most? I really empathize with the characters, so I find it difficult to write scenes where they experience difficulties. I like to write scenes where people wonder about the world, or where the story reaches a climax. With Murtagh, for example, this is the confrontation at the end of the book. Or the fight with the big fish, Muckmaw. There are also quiet moments that I enjoy writing. Again in Murtagh, when Silna – the werecat child – kisses Murtagh's head, that was a very special moment. I like to write things that have meaning and that requires context, so you have to build up to moments that are meaningful, both for myself as a writer and for the reader. [23]
Do you have a favorite moment in the book between Thorn and Murtagh? I have a couple of them. There's a moment after the encounter with Muckmaw when they exchange true names that I quite liked. The end of the Gil'ead sequence. Thorn has an appearance at the end of that sequence, which was rather dramatic. And then right near the end of the book, Thorn gets a crowning moment of awesome, one might say, to use internet speak. But Thorn really, he comes through in a pinch, and I just loved writing that. [32]
What was your favorite scene or moment that you wrote for Murtagh? I'd say the last chapter, and I'm not gonna say why, but I think it's obvious. There's a scene with a creature named Muckmaw, which I quite enjoy. Not just the confrontation with Muckmaw, the aftermath in the water. I was reading Blood Meridian at the time, and I think that influenced my descriptions. And there is a point in the story where something is renamed. And that was a very meaningful scene for me. Also, there's a werecat in the book and I love werecats. They're so much fun to write. [34]
What is your favorite line you've written? The first line I wrote for Murtagh before I had anything really for the book, I thought it was going to be the first line of the book and it ended up being partway through the first chapter, and it was "A man with a dragon is never truly alone." Which since he's an outcast the whole theme of being alone or not alone is kind of relevant. [33]
My favorite good/bad line from Murtagh is: “The water was like liquid ice.”.. . . Yeah, yeah. I know. But you understand what I meant! And that’s the point of writing. Ahahaha!* I didn't notice! just imagined really cold water Can’t tell you how many times I stepped into the Yellowstone River and thought: “This feels like ice! But liquid.” [T]
Providing Context
In the acknowledgments section you said you owe your agent some sushi? Yes! I bet him a sushi dinner, an expensive new York sushi dinner, that I could keep Murtagh under the length of Eragon. And I got close. The first draft was one hundred and sixty eight thousand words long. Eragon is one hundred and fifty six thousand words long. And I figured well I usually drop about ten percent of length in editing, so I thought I'd do that. The problem is I hate over explaining things. I know that sounds incredibly hypocritical based off what I've actually written, but because of my experiences of over explaining things, I've really tried to not do that as much, and so I wrote the book assuming that someone had read the Inheritance Cycle and remembered it. So I didn't explain what a lot of things were because I assumed the reader knew. And my editor came back and said "Christopher, I know what you're doing, but you can't do that. Because someone might pick this up without having read the Inheritance Cycle. And even if someone read the Inheritance Cycle, it's been twelve years. So provide a little context." Well, that ended up being thirty-three thousand words, give or take. So now we're at one hundred and ninety eight thousand words, so I owe my agent a sushi dinner. [17]
It's always interesting to me to see how people do their first chapters in a series. Because I always feel like chapter one is like "previously on..." It's funny. I wrote my latest book with basically no callbacks or explanations of established information. After four books and a million published words, you kind of think people have it under their belt. And my editor came back and she was like, "It's been eleven years since the last book, even if people are fans of the series, you got to give them a little more." So usually when I write a first draft, it drops by about 10% in editing. And with that book, it went up by 33,000 words, which all of it was basically context, which was interesting. So that was a first for me. I'm a kitchen sink author, so I throw everything in and then I usually cut back during editing. [33]
I would love to write books that are more around the length of 100,000 to 150,000 words. Like that's a good, solid length. That's where I was shooting for with Murtagh, but for some reason my editor kept asking me to add more and more stuff so we ended up close to 200,000 words. [1]
Final word count of Murtagh is 198,983 words. So my editor had me ADD about 34,000 words to the book over the course of editing/revising. Ha! That's a first. [T]
Gil'ead Sequence
Interesting choice to break it up into the sections of each city. Just the section in Gil'ead is basically a novel on its own. There's a full arc in Gil'ead that would be a normal size novel for any other writer. I nearly split it into two volumes, actually, there. But my editor said, "no, don't do that". The funny thing about Gil'ead is that actually was not in my original outline. The whole sequence. And the reason is that, for me, I was envisioning a much shorter book. And the whole thing was going to be them going to the village and dealing with Bachel. So let's get to the village as quickly as possible. So we'll just have a chapter or two at the beginning of getting the information. Well, storytelling 101, you can't make it easy for the character. So having Murtagh just be able to go get that information somewhere, find it out, just felt too easy. Also, I kind of locked myself into a little path because the first chunk of the book is reworking the short story from The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm. And at the end of that, Murtagh does not have the information he needs. So he can't get it from the people he interacts with in that chapter, which if I were writing Murtagh as a complete standalone, I could have considered that. So then I thought, "well, he'll go to Gil'ead and we'll have a really quick thing there. And he'll get his information." I started writing it the way I originally envisioned. But again it was too easy. So it was like, "OK. There needs to be a challenge here. What else is going on? How does it tie into my larger world and story?" And it does. There's some unresolved storylines there, but it does tie into the larger stuff I'm going to later. And then it was half the book. Seriously. At the end of the following chapter, right after Gil'ead, is almost perfectly 50% through the book. I'm sure everyone's heard of the three act play, but there's a competing theory of storytelling, which I'm actually very fond of, which is the five act play. So you have two acts at the beginning, two acts at the end, and then your middle act, and then you have an act in the middle. And in that middle act, you have a tipping point where your character sort of sees what they need, or sees what they can become. They ultimately see their own solution to their problems, but then the rest of the back half of the story is them grappling with that solution, coming to terms with it. And that actually worked, it was not intentional, but it worked out perfectly with the structure of this book. The structure of this book is also directly inspired by some of the structuring that I did in my sci-fi novels and I carried some of it back into Alagaësia. [11]
In regard of Murtagh or any other part of your work, what's the most intense moment for you during the creative process when you are in the midst of writing a novel? A lot of it is intense. I'm gonna divide it into two sections. The creative process itself, in the sense that where I'm creating the story and the characters and the world. In this case, of course, the world was pretty much in place, but in the outlining phase, I should say, that's a lot of fun. There's some pressure in the sense that I know if I don't get it right in that stage, that no matter how well I write the book, it won't hang together particularly well for the reader. So there's strain in that sense that I really want to get it right. But I wouldn't say there's any real pressure, because there's no deadlines at that point. I'm not actually writing the book. During the writing itself, there's definitely strain and intensity in wanting to get it right and do a good job of writing each individual scene and chapter and storyline. And sometimes that can get difficult, especially if I feel like I'm not really getting where I need to get in terms of the effect on the reader. I had that in a couple places in the first draft with Murtagh. One was with the character Bachel herself, who was quite different in the first draft. And then another one actually was the whole Gil'ead sequence, where my original idea for that sequence is actually what happens now in terms of the werecat kittens and all of that. And then I second guessed myself and thought, "well, maybe that's a little cheesy. Maybe I won't have a ticking clock element to that sequence. So I'm just gonna not have that, but he'll still have these various adventures in order to earn this information from the werecat Carabel." And the problem is it removed any sense of tension from that sequence. So I ended up having to rework a lot of the Gil'ead sequence to reintroduce that element, bring in the tension and make it all work. But both of those things happened in the second chunk, which I was gonna say is revision. And revision and editing tends to be the most intense part of the process, because at that point we're usually under deadline. We've committed to a release date and things are happening on the business side of things, that are sort of like unstoppable forces. The ticking clock in the real world. And that tends to be the most intense part because it's not that I can't do the work, I always can and I always am able to get where I wanna go. I'm not stressed about that, it's just instead of having two months to do something, now you got to do it in two weeks, and oh hey, you got a new baby you got to take care of at the same time. And that's what makes it really intense. [19]
One of the things that I loved about the very first half of this novel is that it is a quintessential RPG action adventure. Because poor Murtagh gets pushed and pulled willingly and unwillingly in the strangest directions. Yeah, he's on the series of fetch quests. It's funny. I've had a bunch of people react differently to that. I've seen people who kind of hate it and really love it, and a lot of people who say, "Well, Christopher's just writing out his D&D session". I literally have never played D&D except for my recent trip down to the Authors in the Dungeon down in Utah. So I don't play D&D. I have no one here to play it with. The only RPGs I've ever played are Skyrim and the Mass Effect series. My logic with that sequence was there was a whole lot we needed to see about Murtagh's back history without rehashing the Inheritance Cycle, without actually going back and rewriting scenes from his point of view. And just doing it all in flashbacks and dreams gets a bit tedious. On top of that, originally that sequence wasn't in the book I was going to write. I was going to start with essentially the opening. And then we were going to go to Nal Gorgoth fairly quickly in the book. But it just made it too easy. No one's going to give them the information for free. There's always a price attached to information. There had to be difficulty in getting it. And then once I was digging into that, I was like, okay, how can I use this to show some aspects of Murtagh's character, and then how will that then get reflected in the second half of the book? And how will that let me inform what happens in the second half of the book? And I really enjoyed that stuff. Muckmaw was a particular favorite of mine. [32]
Thorn
One of the things that we get a lot of in this book that was really wonderful after reading Inheritance, was Thorn's-- we don't really get his POV, but we get some POV through Murtagh of him. I think he only has one line in the entire Inheritance Cycle. In the last book. And we get a lot of him here. And we get a very different Rider-Dragon relationship between him and Murtagh versus Saphira and Eragon. What was the process of crafting that relationship to be similar in its like magical quality, but also different in the fact that they had a very trying kind of hatching? Well that was the key right there. I wanted it to feel different while still maintaining the sense that they'll back each other up no matter what, which they have in the past. That's an important part of that. But Murtagh is kind of a difficult personality himself. Thorn, as we see in the book, of course, had a very, very difficult upbringing under Galbatorix and then later on. And that leaves scars. That leaves marks. So trying to find a way to reflect that in the relationship without having them also just be at each other's throats, because they're not. They are being supportive. But at the same time, it's perhaps an overused word these days, but they have trauma that they are having to battle. [11]
One of my favorite things is the relationship between Murtagh and Thorn--they’re such a lonely duo, but it allows the book to kind of delve into that dragon/rider bond in a new way. What sets their relationship apart do you think? Murtagh and Thorn were joined under the most difficult of circumstances, and that shapes their interactions in a thousand different ways. Their relationship is more, ah, thorny than Eragon and Saphira’s, but they also still love each other and would lay down their lives for one another, should the occasion demand it. I found their interactions really interesting to write. Also, it felt important that I didn’t directly replicate Eragon and Saphira’s relationship. Murtagh and Thorn are very different beings, and readers should see that. [15]
What is the relationship between Murtagh and his dragon Thorn? Thorn's egg hatched when they were imprisoned by King Galbatorix. The two friends have been tortured and manipulated. They retain many traumas. They care deeply for each other and are closely bonded. But their relationship is more difficult than that of Eragon and his dragon Saphira. [4]
Claustrophobia
I definitely got choked up with just Thorn and his claustrophobia and how it was written, how it was handled, everything surrounding it. Out of pure curiosity, do you or do someone you know have that kind of claustrophobia that you were able to speak to about? No. A large part of the act of writing is the act of imagination, just like with acting. But even though there's no one in my life who suffers from that, when I'm writing Thorn or anyone who might feel that, I do my best to feel what they're feeling, which is why when writing scenes or a large chunk of a book where perhaps things are difficult for the characters, I have a bad time. Yeah, I hope you take breaks. Yeah, that's where it's good to go play with the kids and take a load off one's mind. But some of the battle scenes in Inheritance really got to me at times, because I'm thinking actually especially in Inheritance, but also in Brisingr, there were some large set pieces, battles. And it just takes a couple of weeks to write sometimes. And that's a long time to have your head in blood and guts. [11]
Bachel
You write so many diverse women in your books that we really enjoy. Between Arya, Angela, Nasuada, Queen Islanzadi, you write fantasy with women in positions of power, with agency and with action. And then we get to this book and we meet this villain, Bachel, and she's basically like, "what if Angela was evil?" I hadn't thought of it that way. I was reading the book. I was like, "Did Christopher Paolini and his sister have a fight? What changed in that relationship?" Because she's awful. So I've watched a lot of movies in my life, and a lot of old movies too. I was thinking of some of the classic actresses from the Golden Age of Hollywood who would come on the screen with a very imperious feel, like Sunset Boulevard or All About Eve or some of those films. And Bachel is sort of in that category of presence. And I think it's exactly what was needed to put Murtagh off balance. I was also thinking of Kai Winn from Deep Space Nine. I've always said that Kai Winn and from Harry Potter the headmistress Umbridge, and Hyacinth Bouquet from the British show Keeping Up Appearances. The three of them in a room together will be like a nuclear explosion. When you were approaching bringing this book from the short story about The Fork into a full novel, at what point did you create this character and where did she come from? I had a general idea before writing Murtagh, of course. I did a lot of plotting and preparatory work, but you never know how a character is going to come across until you write the first draft. And in the first draft, Bachel was not as successful as she is now, I think. I was writing the first draft quickly, and I was thinking of the stories a little bit more of like a Edgar Rice Burroughs style adventures. You go off into the jungle, and you find a hidden temple and lost civilization sort of thing. And as a result, in the first draft, Bachel was much more vampy. I really went hard on that angle. And then looking back over, it's like it didn't work. And it was so cliche and obvious. It was like, yeah, I needed to find another approach. So I kept reworking Bachel with each cycle of revision and it was getting better. The character was getting better and better, but I wasn't fully committing to the change. And it was right at the end of revisions. I mean, we were down to the wire and my editor said, we're still not quite there. And even though I hated to have to have any more work at that point, I knew she was right. So I went in. We're talking with a week to spare before we went to the printers. And I rewrote the first four chapters or so when he gets to the village. I rewrote pretty much every line of dialogue of hers and every description of her to bring it to where we are. And then I was like, "OK, now it works", and my editor agreed. She is terrifying and one of those characters that's not mustache twirly evil, but has so much evil within her. She thinks she can do no wrong, that she is always doing the right thing and that she knows what's best for all the people around her. And as a result is capable of anything. So all of which is to answer your question, her character was an iterative process to get where she needed to go. [11]
I try to imagine what it is to create characters and if some of them have the purpose to be a particular message or stand as a parable for a message or an idea and if yes, what does Bachel mean to you in a deeper way? I think the Bachel to me represents unquestioning belief and also the tyranny of unchecked power and control over people's lives. I think what differentiates Bachel from a real world cult leader, for example, and this actually kind of made it interesting to me, is that the Dreamers and Bachel are rational in the sense that they are believing in something that actually exists. The power that they are in awe of and that they are afraid of and that they worship actually exists. And the same is true of the priests of Helgrind. So in a sense they are not irrational to have that reaction. You might argue it's the wrong reaction. I would argue that they're overdoing it and the reaction is wrong and perhaps even evil, but they have more reason for their belief than a lot of people sometimes do because they have physical evidence on an ongoing basis of their object of worship. But again, Bachel would to me represent unchecked fanatical belief as well as personal exploitation of one's power over others. [19]
The cult experience in the pages of Murtagh eerily echoed in some ways certain experiences I've had with religion. Could you talk about where that part of your writing came from or how you went about writing it? I understand why that comment's anonymous, and I'm going to kind of adhere to that philosophy of anonymity here. Without going into details, I've had some family members who were in a cult at one point. And that occasioned quite a bit of discussion in my life growing up. Although the cult might seem, and probably is, completely over the top and cartoony in some ways, you would be astounded by how much of that was essentially true to life. Let's put it this way, playing Far Cry 5, if anyone's familiar with that, was a distinctly uncomfortable experience for me. So I did whatever I do when I encounter something uncomfortable. I played the game like four times in a row. [34]
No matter how outlandish a belief seems, it can be completely realistic in your world. Especially if you have people committed to it. I've had family members who've been in a cult at one point. That was interesting. So I've had firsthand experience seeing a lot of this stuff in person, and I used some of that in my latest book. [25]
How come Bachel is pronounced like that when it’s only one little line away from Rachel? The English language hurts my head. Because it’s not from English, and I wanted it to sound different from every other name in the series. [T]
Puce
In Murtagh I have a dragon who's not supposed to be a very nice dragon. I gave him the worst color I could. I have a puce dragon. And mind you, I don't necessarily mind the color itself. It's just for those who don't know, the original definition of the word puce is the color of dried flea blood. So it's a puce dragon. [33]
Traumatic Sequences
What was it like cranking up the anxieties of it, the horrors of it? It feels more mature this time around. Well, good. Murtagh is a more mature character, and he's always had a harder road to walk than Eragon. So, going easy on him was never an option, but it was hard to write. It's hard to put my mind in difficult situations for days on end, weeks on end, months on end when writing and editing. It takes a toll on you emotionally. At least, that's my experience because I empathize with the characters and the world. But at the same time, it's so interesting dramatically that I can't avoid it. Actually [the reason] why I wrote the book was that last chunk of the book. That's what everything leading up to was building and hopefully supporting so that when that hits, you're there going, “Oh my god.” [6]
There is a extended period of this book uh that is very traumatic. That is the darkest I think the series ever gets. Where did you find the line? Were there any drafts where you felt like you went too far with that section or where you had to pull it back? Yes. Not a huge amount though. First of all, I throw everything in in my first drafts, kitchen sink, because you can always dial it back, whatever it is. Even if it's a funny scene, it's like I push it as far as I can and then see how it hits the audience. So in the sequence you're talking about, there was one thing in particular I did that I actually don't want to talk about, that I cut out during editing at my editor's very wise advice, and I'm really glad I did. But that was a thing. Because I was like how far can I take this, and that was too far. [11]
Hopefully this is not scaring anyone off from reading Murtagh. No, it's fantastic. And I think just because it is darker doesn't mean it's bad. I think that it's honestly a perfect natural progression from the Inheritance Cycle to this character. I think it's what the character needed. I also don't think it's depressing, ultimately. [11]
Tell me a little about how you see Murtagh’s journey in this book. He’s certainly on a much darker road than his half-brother, how was it getting to write a story that has more mature themes? I found it enormously rewarding to write about a character who is both more mature and more complicated than Eragon was for the majority of the Cycle. Especially now that I’m older myself. Dramatically, Murtagh (and Thorn!) presented all sorts of interesting opportunities, and I did my best to take advantage of them in this book. Also, since a lot of my readers have grown up with the series, even as I did, I wanted to give them a book that would satisfy them as much as it will also hopefully satisfy younger readers. [15]
As a fifteen-year-old boy I would never have been able to imagine such a flawed character as a central figure, but I now view life very differently. And you notice that my readers who have grown along with me also see these extra shades of gray. [18]
Murtagh is indeed a more mature book than Eragon. Did you write it that way on purpose? Yes, Murtagh is an older character in the story than he or Eragon were in the first books. He is also a complicated person. And my readers have grown up with me in the meantime. So I felt it was important to write a book where my oldest readers would see my progression as writing, and read about characters they could once again identify with. At the same time, new readers should not be forgotten. That's why I wrote Murtagh in such a way that you can also read it without knowing the previous four books. I wanted to write a book that revolved around the difficult history of Murtagh and Thorn, but was still a fun adventure to read. [23]
If you love this fandom, why are you making us suffer so much with this book? I mean the ending redeems you a little bit but oh my god. I'm sure it's been an emotional rollercoaster for you too. There are parts of the story that are definitely very difficult for Murtagh and Thorn and part of that may be my own predilection for writing that sort of stuff but mostly it was that Murtagh has done some very unpleasant things in the Inheritance Cycle, especially to Nasuada. And he needed to come to terms with that, he needed to grapple that, he needed to face it. And there was no easy path forward for him. If I had done easy on Murtagh I feel like readers would have decided that I was cheating, going easy, and that Murtagh didn't actually have to face the consequences of his actions. Even if he wasn't a hundred per cent responsible for them at the time. I can assure you that, and I'll say this to other fans as well, after this story Murtagh is going to have an easier time of it. This book resolves his personal journey and Thorn's on a really fundamental level, and so life's going to be a little bit easier for Murtagh moving forward. [17]
Uvek
So going to Uvek, you've introduced another Urgal. I think that for a lot of readers, the twist on the Urgals in Eldest. They are not just beastial orcs or Uruk-hai or whatever other franchise does with them, Trollocs for Wheel of Time. They are this sentient race that wants to join the fight on the side of good. I think that that shook me when I first read it. How was it bringing another lead character really from that race into the book? And one of the things I really loved about the book is the scene where they're flying to the village, and they see the village of Urgals. And they're just playing with bows. They're just having a normal day. And he has this moment internally where he's like, "oh, maybe I need to be more inquisitive?" Uvek is one of my favorite characters from the book. I like the Urgal culture. I find it interesting. I wouldn't want to live next to an Urgal village, necessarily, especially since I have kids. But dramatically, creatively, they're really interesting to write about. And trying to balance them in the sense that they're a warrior culture like, we could say, the Klingons. But the Klingons take it to such a degree that realistically, you start asking the question of, how have they survived? How do they build a space-frame civilization when it seems like they tear each other apart super quickly? So with the Urgals, I wanted to show more. And in fact, in The Fork of the Witch and the Worm, the largest of the stories in that is The Worm, which is an Urgal story. And since I was looking at ways of exploring the idea of Murtagh and Thorn's relationship with society, being an outcast, all of that. The Urgals are outcasts in the land also. The other races aren't particularly fond of them. That was a nice connection to bring in and reflect off of Murtagh, so to speak. [11]
Typos
I just got off a very fresh reread of Murtagh. I just sent in typo corrections and a couple little tweaks here and there for the reprints. [32]
You mention in Murtagh that Murtagh's Gedwëy ignasia is on his right hand, but I think the community assumed it was on his left from Eldest. We're we all wrong or is that a continuity error I found? Typo. Getting fixed in reprints. [T]
Divers
I've seen a couple of questions about this, so -- for the record, "divers" is not a typo of "diverse". (Probably got too clever for my own good, but there you go.) Archaic language in fantasy books?!?! Say it ain't so! The language is half the fun. :D [T]
Not a typo. :D Archaic word. [T]
If this hypothetical typo is “divers” … that’s actually the correct word and not a typo. If it’s something else, just send a pic and we’ll get it fixed in reprints. [T]
CHRIS WHAT IS THIS? An excellent and archaic word. [T]
*sigh* . . . “divers” is a real word. Not a typo (and it doesn’t mean those who dive in the water) [T]
I mean, "divers" isn't a typo, so . . . That said, if you do find typos in Murtagh, feel free to tweet them at me. We'll get 'em fixed in reprints. Happens with every book. [T]
Heh. Good thing “divers” is actually a word (and it doesn’t mean someone diving into water). [T]
The thing I want to talk to you about today is Twitter drama. You've been getting in tons of fights with readers lately on Twitter. You've been saying some really awful and hateful things to them just because they're pointing out typos in your book. What's the deal with this "divers" typo? Yes, on the first page of Murtagh there's a word "divers", which is an archaic word that means many or a multitude or different things. And too many people think that I'm referring to scuba divers. So it is a fight worth having. You make up fake words all the time. You're a fantasy author. I think the difference here is that you've made up a fake word which also has a real world definition, a person who dives as a sport, and you've put it on the front page of Murtagh without any context clues provided as to how we should interpret this. This is a book that's part of a world that no one has read in more than 10 years. So don't you think that maybe you should apologize to your readers who have waited all this time for a quality product only to be let down by an "archaic" word, aka a typo, on the first page? Absolutely. In fact, I had a conversation with my editor about this before heading out on book tour and we'll be reprinting the books but we're going to translate it all into Pig Latin which should make it more understandable for readers. [31]
Reading Order
I didn't read FWW,should I read it before read Murtagh? I Thought it was a spin-off book. You don't have to read it ... but I would. It acts as a direct lead-in to Murtagh Honestly I'm finding it shocking the number of people who haven't read FWW. There's a solution to that. . . . (Why does that sound mildly threatening?) [T]
Even if you haven't read the other books I think you can certainly enjoy Murtagh as much or even more. [12]
Is Murtagh Book 5 in the story about Eragon/Alagaësia? Yes [R]
Murtagh is a direct inline full-length sequel to the series, even though it has a different main character. [1]
I just finished Fractal Noise last night, and when you mentioned in the afterward about another book for a certain Eragon character, I was hoping it would be him. Yeah, I wanted to mention Murtagh on the "Also By" page in Fractal Noise, but we weren't sure if Murtagh was getting announced before Fractal Noise got released to early readers. [T]
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2024.05.15 14:28 Weary_Tax_9274 Experience sharing, as an ordinary person, how did I make 20,000 US dollars a month

Introduction:
I am a 28-year-old e-commerce entrepreneur from China, and I have been in the business for five years. Initially, I ventured into various product categories such as clothing, watches, and pet food, all of which ended in failure. Over time, I realized that in these saturated markets, I lacked competitiveness. Large players easily defeat smaller businesses through strategies like paid advertising, price reductions, promotions, and even selling at a loss to dominate market share.
To explain, selling at a loss refers to a strategy used for consumable goods with short repurchase cycles. This approach can crush competitors while quickly capturing market share, with profits recovered through customer repurchases. Of course, this requires careful optimization of the product SKUs.
Strategic Shift:
As a result, I shifted my strategy to avoid such cutthroat competition and started looking for "blue ocean" products. Previously, my product selection was based on intuition, and any success was merely due to luck and couldn't be reliably replicated. I began an in-depth analysis of data from the "Taobao" platform and realized I was constantly battling in a "red ocean." Before, I would only consider a product's trend charts (search popularity, conversion rates), thinking anything on the rise was good, but I overlooked other indicators like "online product count." For instance, the keyword "casual men's clothing" had a search popularity of 240,000 but faced over ten million competing products. That was the moment I understood my constant failures.
I subscribed to several data analysis platforms and began vigorously searching for products, eventually discovering a niche product with a search popularity of over 3,000 but only 180 items online: "shoes for elderly people with swollen feet." I contacted the supplier, obtaining the shoes for $11 per pair, or $12.50 if they handled shipping. The leading seller on the platform priced them at $29. Observing the mild competition, and poor quality of the product images in the listings, I bought a few pairs of the shoes, had a designer create exquisite images, and listed them at the same price but included three extra pairs of comfortable socks as a bonus. Orders began trickling in a week later. As autumn progressed and winter approached, search popularity for the shoes climbed to over 7,000. In winter, many elderly people suffer from swollen feet due to varicose veins or poor circulation, prompting their children to buy these adjustable shoes as a sign of filial piety.
My sales surged day by day, and that winter, I sold over 1,900 pairs of shoes, experiencing the thrill of earning over ten thousand a month and a deep sense of achievement. This success showed me that such outcomes are replicable, prompting me to collect more "blue ocean" products and open multiple shops. Some of these included post-surgery pillows, luxury cosmetic samples, and foot-soaking medicinal packages, most of which turned profitable.
Reflections:
This journey taught me that "one cannot make money beyond their understanding." Once you truly comprehend and deeply understand certain aspects, the path to success is less crowded. The key for the average person is to understand differentiated competition.sometimes, choice is more important than effort. Running an online business is actually simple; just manage your customers and suppliers well.
Looking Forward:
Recently, inspired by numerous cross-border e-commerce posts on TikTok, and considering my small company’s good performance with a profit of about $20,000 a month after paying six employees—a considerable income in China—I continue to explore new directions and profit opportunities, focusing on the European and American markets. Here, I hope to meet like-minded friends.
That's all from me for now. I welcome your comments . Thank you very much.
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2024.05.15 14:26 OttoVonBlastoid Teylim's Reasons: An NoaHM / ALS:SOTP One-Shot (Mother's Day Special)

DISCLAIMER: Sorry this is a day late. I ended up having to rewrite half of this. Still, I hope you enjoy. After this, I'll be going on my hiatus. So I hope you like this last little bit of Roo-family cuteness. Thank you all and keep on keepin' on!

Special thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for creating the NoP universe.

I'd also like to thank u/xskipy10 for their awesome fanart of the main cast as well as their recent Tohba meme and their fanart of Michael baysitting. You're work is a treasure!

Thank you as well to u/Accomplished-Golf-59 for his take on Michael, Teylim, and Tohba in his submission for the Banner Art Contest, and u/Spacer_Catgirl4969 for their awesome music video featuring a pixel-art Dohkar in his bar. Be sure to give ALL of these awesome creators your love and support.

And let's not forget u/Guywhoexists2812 who has been an awesome source of memes as well as sick pixel art, such as THIS and THIS!!!! And even THIS!!!!!! And how could I forget THIS!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!

Today, we see all the reasons Teylim has to keep going in the face of adversity. For when all is said and done, love truly does conquer all. LETTUCE...begin...

Original Story

[Accessing Camera Function…]

[Accessing Saved Recordings Function…]

[Play Selected Recording?: Y/N…]

[Playing Recording!]

[The camera opens up on a female Yotul with a satchel over her shoulder. She is walking backwards down a paved walkway while looking up at the person holding the camera…]

“Alright! Soooo…here we are in… Michael tell us where we are!”

[The person holding the camera gives an audible sigh…]

“Do I have to, Tey?”

“Yes! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

[Another audible sigh is heard before the person begins panning the camera around the surrounding cityscape…]

“We are in the beautiful, literally ALWAYS sunny capital of Dayside City!”

“And what would you say we’re doing here in Dayside City?”

“We were just at the Public Records building getting our paperwork verified.”

[The Yotul woman is seen reaching into her satchel and pulling out a leaflet of documents…]

“Oh! You mean THIS paperwork? Hmmm… I wonder what these might say… Mind helping me here?”

“Seriously?”

[The Yotul doesn’t answer, instead shoving the documents directly into the camera. Another, more amused-sounding sigh is heard…]

“It says that your name has been officially changed to ‘Teylim Andrews.’”

“Mmmmhmmm. And what about this one?”

“That one says that Tohba’s name has been officially changed to ‘Tohba Andrews.’”

“Aaaand why do you suppose that is?”

[A shuffling sound is heard and the camera shifts as the person holding it pulls out their own papers…]

“Probably because according to MY paperwork, while we’re still waiting for my Application of Citizenship to go through, I, Michael Ruiz Andrews, am now the full, legal, son of one, Teylim Andrews-”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!”

[The Yotul woman darts forward, wrapping the person holding the camera in a hug. The camera is set on the ground and the face of the person is now visible. The two hold their embrace, rocking back and forth…]

“I love you so much, my joey…”

“Love you too, Ma…”

[Recording Ceases…]

[Play Next Recording?: Y/N…]

[Playing Recording!]

[The camera opens on a small kitchen area where two beings are sat eating. On the left, a male Yotul infant in a high chair is munching away at a human food identified as “Cheerios” spread across his tray. On the right, a male human idly stirs at a bowl of cereal while tapping away at a datapad…]

[Eventually, after munching down another “Cheerio”, the infant catches a glimpse at the human and stares for approximately one second before his tail begins wagging…]

“Mikey?”

[The humans attention is broken away from their datapad and immediately focuses on the infant…]

“Yeah, Bud?”

“I WUV YOOOUUU.”

[The infant’s sing-song voice seems to make the human smile before he leans forward, planting a “kiss” on top of the infant’s head…]

“MmmMUAH! Te amo, mi hermanito.”

“Whaz dat mean?”

“It means, ‘I love you, Little Brother’. Want me to teach you?”

“Hmmmmm… OKAY!”

“Okay.”

[The human chuckles slightly before scooting his chair in…]

“Okay, so when you want to tell someone you love them, you say, ‘Te amo.’ Okay?”

[The infant gives a curious ear flick…]

“Teeeh…Mo?”

“Close! Here. Repeat after me. Te…”

“Teeh…”

“Ah…”

“Aaahh…”

“Mo…”

“Moh!”

“Te…ah…mo…”

“Teeh…aaahh…mo!”

“Okay! All together now. Te amo.”

“¡TE AMO!”

[The human excitedly gets up from his seat and embraces the infant…]

“YES!!! You did it! Awesome job, Bud!”

“YAAAAYYY!!!! ¡TE AMO, MIKEY!”

“MMMUAH!! ¡Te amo, precioso hermanito!”

[The camera jitters slightly and a muffled giggling is heard. The human turns to face the camera…]

“Ma? What are you- Have you been recording this whole time?”

“Just a little!”

“Must you record everything?”

“As a matter of fact, yes!”

“MAMA!!”

[The camera zooms in on the excited infant…]

“Hello, Precious! Is your big brother teaching you Spanish?”

“UH-HUH!! ¡TE AMO, MAMA!”

“Ooooh, that is just ADORABLE! Can you teach him to say ‘Mama’ in Spanish, too?”

[The camera pans over to the human, who raises an eyebrow. After a moment, the human smirks and gives an exaggerated shrug while shaking his head…]

“No tengo que hacerlo. Él ya lo sabe, mamá.”

“Pffft! Smart aleck.”

[Recording Ceases…]

[Play Next Recording?: Y/N…]

[Playing Recording!]

[The camera opens up facing a pair of beds in a small room. On one bed, a female Yotul is sat with her infant in her lap as a male human walks into frame carrying a brightly wrapped gift box…]

“Merry Late Christmas, guys!”

“Merry Christmas, Michael!”

“Mewwy Kwizmuz, Mikey!”

[The human kneels down and hands the infant the gift box…]

“Sorry this gift is a bit last minute, but I managed to grab it while I was out with ‘Nel the other day.”

“I’m sure it’ll be perfect, Michael.”

“I hope so. Go on, Bud. Open it! It’s for you!”

“OKAY!!!”

[The infant rips away at the brightly-colored paper, and with help from his mother, lifts off the lid. The infant then excitedly starts bouncing up and down and reaches into the box, pulling out a bright-red plush…]

“WED TIWFISH!!!!!!”

“Oh, Michael! How? When?”

“I had to ask around online if anyone else had plushies from the aquarium ship, and I managed to find a guy here in Dayside. There’s…still a lot of things we lost at the house that need to be replaced, but I figured this would be a good start…”

“It’s perfect.”

[The three embrace and hold it for several seconds before pulling back…]

“BUT! I’m not done with gifts just yet.”

“What?”

“Here. Mind handing me your pad?”

“Sure?”

[The Yotul hands the human her datapad as he pulls a small drive from his pocket and plugs it in. After a moment, he smiles and sits down on the bed next to the Yotul. She is then seen gasping and covering her mouth with her paws…]

“Michael…”

“I overheard you on the phone with Aunty Triv, talking about how you wish you had some pictures of me when I was younger…”

“How on Liern-”

“It’s…a long story. When I was first taken into foster care after getting rescued, I was assigned a social worker to help me adjust. And after I got situated with Dad, he stayed and helped us out from time to time. He basically became like an uncle to me after a while. And since Dad didn’t really have any other family, whenever he wanted to share pictures of me growing up, he’d send a copy to my social worker. I’ve…been back in contact with him for a little while now, and it turns out he kept them.”

“Oh, Michael…”

[The Yotul and human lean against each other and embrace…]

“I love you, Ma.”

“I love you too, my joey.

[Still leaning against each other, they begin to swipe at the pad, presumably looking through pictures. After a few swipes, The Yotul begins chuckling hysterically…]

“Aaaawwweee…”

“Crap, I forgot about that one!”

“Who’z dat?”

“That’s…me, Bud.”

[The infant looks at the image for a while, still holding the bright red plush…]

“Teeheehee!! Fuzzy Mikey!”

“Can we please just swipe to the next one?”

“Wait. I’ve seen those kinds of human garments before! Aren’t those for…LITTLE…little joeys?”

“Look, I was a very emotionally stunted kid and I just thought they were comfy, alright?”

“This is SO going on the desk.”

“Please no. Any of them but that one.”

“Nope! It’s already decided!”

“YAAYYY! FUZZY MIKEY!”

“God, ‘Nel’s never gonna let me live this down…”

[Recording Ceases…]

Memory Transcript Subject: Teylim Andrews, Yotul Accountant And Loving Mother Of Two

Date:[Standardized Human Time] February 1, 2137

[Warning: REM Sleep Detected: Transcript May Be Fragmented Or Incomplete…]

Crrreeeeaak…

My eyes slowly squint open as the noise rouses me from sleep. I let out a yawn before looking for the source of the noise. I’m…back in my house… Sitting upright, I see that my door’s been opened, beaming The Dayside’s permanent daylight into my room. I was confused for a moment. The only other person here that would be here is-

“Uuuuhhmm… M-Mrs. Teylim?”

I looked down, and spotted the culprit.

Standing in the doorway was a small human child, cradling my Tohba in his arms. He was silhouetted from the daylight behind him, the light beaming past his adorable onesie pajamas creating a small blue outline around him, matching his eyes.

Strange. For some reason, I thought he was taller…

“Michael, sweetie? What’s the matter?”

Still carrying Tohba, Michael made his way over to the bed.

“Uuuhhhmmm… Tohba h-had a n-nightmare…”

“Ooohh, is that so?”

Something definitely didn’t add up. As he gently handed Tohba over to me, he certainly didn’t seem to be having a nightmare. In fact, even now he was still sleeping peacefully.

Michael, on the other paw, was DEFINITELY out of sorts. He was nervous, fidgeting, wrapped up in a self-hug, and even now, refused to even look at me. Whether that was because of his nervousness or if he was still convinced I was afraid of him had yet to be seen.

Stupid, ridiculous, Federation dogma…

I could tell he wasn’t being honest with me. Ordinarily, I would’ve been upset about him lying, and even more so about him disturbing Tohba, but looking at him now, I knew what he needed now wasn’t a scolding.

“Michael, you know you can be honest with me. Was it really Tohba who had the nightmare?”

I heard him nervously gulp as he tightened the self-hug around himself. After a moment, he shook his head.

“Mm’mm…”

I gave a tired, but loving sigh before holding out my free arm.

“Come here.”

With some hesitation, he stepped closer, allowing me to pull him into a hug. Michael had a lot of issues. From what I learned from his social worker, he’d been terribly abused by his previous mother and he’d lost his father only a few years after moving in with him. And now, with Earth under attack, he simply didn’t have anywhere else to go.

It will take a long time before he’s fully comfortable living here, I know that. I’m still not even entirely sure if I’m what he needs. I still wonder if I know what I’m doing when it comes to just raising Tohba. Even so, I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try. He deserves a home, and a mother who loves him. All children do.

“I'm sorry for lying…”

“Ssshhh… It’s alright. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It was…the one with the scary fire people…”

Oh…THAT dream…

Exterminators.

“I don’t want them to come… I don’t want them to-“

“It’s okay, joey. They won’t get you here.”

“No! That’s not… That’s not what I’m scared of…”

I pulled back slightly, allowing myself to look directly at him. He sniffles and sobbed while trying to wipe away tears.

“You’re all so nice to me… \sniff** I…I-I don’t want the fire people to hurt you… I sh-shouldn’t be here…”

My heart broke in two. This poor child had already lost so much. It only made sense that he’d be afraid of losing us too.

I cupped his face in my paw, wiping away his tears.

“Michael Ruiz Andrews, I don’t care what you might have heard, but you have every RIGHT to be here. And if those scary people out there think they can come and take us away from you, they’re wrong. I will never let us be separated. You hear me?”

“. . .P-promise?”

“With all my heart. You’re MY joey now, and I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

At last, Michael finally unwrapped himself from his self-hug and instead wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my fur.

After a while of holding him, he’d finally calmed down enough to speak again.

“C-can I…sleep here tonight?”

Your joey needs you.

Yes.

“Of course.”

With some effort, he climbed up onto the bed and curled up next to me. I knew I most likely wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep, but that was fine. Just laying here, holding my boys in my arms. That was enough.

One after the other, I gave both my joeys a lick on the forehead.

“Goodnight my joeys. I love you.”

“Wuv…you…Ma…ma…”

“. . .Love you too...Mom…”

I love my boys. I love my family. I love…my life…

[Transcript Time Progression: 4 hours…]

Beebeebeebeep! Beebeebeebeep! Beebeebeebeep!

[Warning: Subject Regaining Consciousness…]

My entire body protested as I twisted and turned over to tap the alarm on my nightstand. My claw slapped blindly at it until finally, the agitating alarm was silenced. My eyes squinted open, revealing…I was back in our motel room…

Well…a girl can dream, can’t she?

It was a pleasant dream, I’ll give it that. As I sat up, I let my legs dangle off the side of the bed as I stretched myself out and let out a yawn. Once my eyes had fully opened, and the fog had been blinked away, I was immediately met with a sight that warmed my heart to no end. My still fast asleep, and back to being tall, new son, curled up with his baby brother on the other bed.

Precious boys. MY precious boys.

I did my best to remember if Michael had anything scheduled with Khornel for this paw, but nothing came to mind. He’d been working so hard lately, helping to keep us above water. Now that he wasn’t a refugee anymore, we were no longer receiving stipends from the program, which meant from here on out, keeping the bills paid was much more difficult. And that’s not even mentioning having to put aside anything we can to be able to eventually have the house rebuilt.

I kept trying for a while, I still couldn’t remember anything. For the first time in a decent while, he had a paw off.

Good. I’ll leave him be then. He’s earned some rest.

I let out one more yawn, before getting up. Unfortunately, while Michael didn’t have to work this paw, I wasn’t so fortunate. Thankfully, my recent injuries allowed me to continue to work from home instead of going out to the physical office. After one last stretch, I let myself slide off the bed.

I had to give myself a moment once I was upright. While my previously broken leg had healed for the most part, I still needed to be careful of how much weight I put on it. Once I was ready, I began walking to our small kitchen area. The fridge was nearly empty. I’d need to go to the store soon.

Thank goodness we’re staying in Soulroot, where literally EVERYTHING is expensive…

After cutting up some leftover fruit and strayu for myself, I went back to my desk. It was impossible to not notice the small stack of colorful books on the ground next to it. They were human kid’s books donated from the embassy here in Soulroot. Tohba would be ready to start going to school in just a few short cycles…

Will we be able to get out of here and back into our house before then?

Sitting down at my desk and booting up my pad, I found it hard to stay focused. There was still so much to do, so much to worry about. Before, when I was feeling overwhelmed, I’d have Loh, Dohkar, or Trivah there for me. With them around, it always helped things feel more manageable. But now…now I was alone again. Loh was gone. Dohkar and Trivah were stuck on the other side of that damned fence…

What are we going to do?

My head lowered. I stared blankly at the desk, partly wishing I could look through it at ANYTHING other than my work.

But then, there was a glint, just out of the corner of my eye…

I looked up, and saw something that I couldn’t help but smile at, something that even when I’m feeling low, reminds me why I have to keep going.

I reach out…and grab the two small frames off the corner of my desk and hold them in front of me. In my left paw, wass a framed picture of Tohba, the paw he was born. So small. So precious. So perfect. And in my right, was another picture. It was my new favorite picture.

A small, human child…in fuzzy, blue, onesie pajamas that matched his eyes.

My Michael. Still so small.

These two pictures. My boys. The villains outside could take everything else. So long as I have my boys, I will always have a reason to keep going.

I love my boys… I love my family… I love my life…

The End
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2024.05.15 14:20 markv9401 Frigate+ models are actually a step back, help please?

As title says. The very first Frigate+ model was around the same, which is both expected and unexpected. Expected, because I only uploaded the bare minimum required to generate a model, unexpected because it's supposed to be based on a much better base model.
Next, in about a week or two, I required my 2nd model which has many hundred if not thousand verified images. Cautiously done. Yet, it's actually getting worse. Very, very many false positives.
Any idea or strategy to follow? Go back to base model, start over? Go back to first version Frigate+? Use this second, bad model and keep sending in corrected falsepositives?
Thanks
Edit: as proposed, sharing my config for reference:
# logging settings logger: logs: frigate.record.maintainer: debug # go2rtc streams - all input streams defined here go2rtc: streams: driveway: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.101:554/Streaming/Channels/101 driveway_sub: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.101:554/Streaming/Channels/102 Szabadka_str_side: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.102:554/Streaming/Channels/101 Szabadka_str_side_sub: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.102:554/Streaming/Channels/102 Drava_str_side: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.103:554/Streaming/Channels/101 Drava_str_side_sub: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.103:554/Streaming/Channels/102 porch: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.104:554/Streaming/Channels/101 porch_sub: - rtsp://admin:@10.31.17.104:554/Streaming/Channels/102 webrtc: candidates: - 10.31.17.100:8555 - stun:8555 # cameras' definitions - inputs are used from go2rtc cameras: driveway: enabled: true birdseye: order: 1 ui: order: 1 ffmpeg: inputs: - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/driveway roles: [record] - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/driveway roles: [detect] motion: mask: - 0,70,0,0,369,0,374,69 porch: enabled: true birdseye: order: 2 ui: order: 2 ffmpeg: inputs: - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/porch roles: [record] - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/porch roles: [detect] motion: mask: - 0,70,0,0,369,0,374,69 Szabadka_str_side: enabled: true birdseye: order: 3 ui: order: 3 ffmpeg: inputs: - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/Szabadka_str_side roles: [record] - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/Szabadka_str_side roles: [detect] motion: mask: - 0,720,475,720,410,522,343,184,334,78,0,79 - 0,72,366,72,369,0,0,0 Drava_str_side: enabled: true birdseye: order: 4 ui: order: 4 ffmpeg: inputs: - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/Drava_str_side roles: [record] - path: rtsp://127.0.0.1:8554/Drava_str_side roles: [detect] motion: mask: - 837,290,762,720,1280,720,1280,0,844,0 - 0,80,368,73,378,0,0,0 ########################################################################################################################## # AMD iGPU acceleration ffmpeg: hwaccel_args: preset-vaapi # AI Detection type # Google Coral detectors: coral: type: edgetpu device: usb # Frigate+ model model: path: plus:// # detection settings detect: enabled: true width: 1280 height: 720 fps: 5 min_initialized: 5 # Optional: Number of frames without a detection before Frigate considers an object to be gone. (default: 5x the frame rate) max_disappeared: 50 # Optional: Configuration for stationary object tracking stationary: # Optional: Frequency for confirming stationary objects (default: same as threshold) # When set to 1, object detection will run to confirm the object still exists on every frame. # If set to 10, object detection will run to confirm the object still exists on every 10th frame. interval: 100 # Optional: Number of frames without a position change for an object to be considered stationary (default: 10x the frame rate or 10s) threshold: 100 objects: track: - person - cat - dog # MQTT (for HomeAssistant) mqtt: enabled: true host: 192.168.0.67 user: frigate password:  # Birdseye, live and UI settings birdseye: enabled: true mode: continuous quality: 1 height: 720 restream: true live: height: 1440 quality: 1 ui: live_mode: mse # recording settings record: enabled: true # Optional: Number of minutes to wait between cleanup runs (default: shown below) # This can be used to reduce the frequency of deleting recording segments from disk if you want to minimize i/o expire_interval: 60 # Optional: Sync recordings with disk on startup and once a day (default: shown below). sync_recordings: true # Optional: Retention settings for recording retain: # Optional: Number of days to retain recordings regardless of events (default: shown below) # NOTE: This should be set to 0 and retention should be defined in events section below # if you only want to retain recordings of events. days: 7 # Optional: Mode for retention. Available options are: all, motion, and active_objects # all - save all recording segments regardless of activity # motion - save all recordings segments with any detected motion # active_objects - save all recording segments with active/moving objects # NOTE: this mode only applies when the days setting above is greater than 0 mode: all # Optional: Recording Export Settings export: # Optional: Timelapse Output Args (default: shown below). # NOTE: The default args are set to fit 24 hours of recording into 1 hour playback. # See https://stackoverflow.com/a/58268695 for more info on how these args work. # As an example: if you wanted to go from 24 hours to 30 minutes that would be going # from 86400 seconds to 1800 seconds which would be 1800 / 86400 = 0.02. # The -r (framerate) dictates how smooth the output video is. # So the args would be -vf setpts=0.02*PTS -r 30 in that case. timelapse_args: -vf setpts=0.0007*PTS -r 30 # Optional: Event recording settings events: # Optional: Number of seconds before the event to include (default: shown below) pre_capture: 5 # Optional: Number of seconds after the event to include (default: shown below) post_capture: 5 # Optional: Objects to save recordings for. (default: all tracked objects) #objects: # - person # Optional: Restrict recordings to objects that entered any of the listed zones (default: no required zones) #required_zones: [] # Optional: Retention settings for recordings of events retain: # Required: Default retention days (default: shown below) default: 30 # Optional: Mode for retention. (default: shown below) # all - save all recording segments for events regardless of activity # motion - save all recordings segments for events with any detected motion # active_objects - save all recording segments for event with active/moving objects # # NOTE: If the retain mode for the camera is more restrictive than the mode configured # here, the segments will already be gone by the time this mode is applied. # For example, if the camera retain mode is "motion", the segments without motion are # never stored, so setting the mode to "all" here won't bring them back. mode: all # Optional: Per object retention days #objects: # person: 15 # snapshots config snapshots: # Optional: Enable writing jpg snapshot to /media/frigate/clips (default: shown below) enabled: true # Optional: save a clean PNG copy of the snapshot image (default: shown below) clean_copy: true # Optional: print a timestamp on the snapshots (default: shown below) timestamp: false # Optional: draw bounding box on the snapshots (default: shown below) bounding_box: true # Optional: crop the snapshot (default: shown below) crop: false # Optional: height to resize the snapshot to (default: original size) #height: 175 # Optional: Restrict snapshots to objects that entered any of the listed zones (default: no required zones) #required_zones: [] # Optional: Camera override for retention settings (default: global values) retain: # Required: Default retention days (default: shown below) default: 30 # Optional: Per object retention days #objects: #person: 15 # Optional: quality of the encoded jpeg, 0-100 (default: shown below) quality: 100 # telemetry settings telemetry: stats: amd_gpu_stats: true network_bandwidth: true 
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