#not sure what classifies as a portrait but
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Went through your Twitter and saw some portraits, assuming you did more could you probably share them?
portraits........ well the ones you've seen on twt are the only ones i've done cause that's where all my art is
here are a few i still like
#not sure what classifies as a portrait but#again everything is on my archive acc#idk if i understood your request all my 'portraits' are on twt i don't have anything extra#scrolling through my old art just to find them is painful enough so YOU do it#ask iztea
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there's art to life's distraction | marcus pike x female reader
Summary: A meet cute on Valentine’s Day? That only happens in the movies, doesn’t it?
Word count: 1564
Warnings: mentions of wine and canapes. Otherwise this is just slightly anxious meet cute fluff!
Pairing: Marcus Pike x female reader
Notes: Hi @burntheedges, here is your gift for the Space Sisters valentine's gift exchange.I hope you don’t mind me trying Marcus P for the first time. I saw him on your prompt list and meet cutes and couldn’t resist. I so hope you love this meet cute which had to be set on Valentine's for the extra vibes 💕 The title is from Hozier's Someone New because I saw some hozier lyrics on your blog bio and wanted to make a little link to that.
You meet him at an art opening. It was a personal goal to attend the gallery, expanding your cultural knowledge; self-development or something like that. It might have been because more that you hadn’t left the house except for work or groceries in weeks and you were easily seduced by warm white wine and free canapés.
The canapés were actually pretty good.
It feels less cliched than sitting alone in your apartment on Valentine’s once again, or better than some terribly organised ‘singles’ night’. Why shouldn’t you go out and spend some time appreciating art just because it’s Valentine’s Day? You weren’t meant to be on your own for this, but your friend now is working late, your other friends are all with their partners and so here you are.
You’re okay with this though. You can be cultured and sip your … well, you’re not quite sure it’s legally classifiable as wine.
It’s a mistake, this evening is a mistake.
This isn’t a nice simple introductory art gallery. This is beyond Avant Garde or a modern exhibition. This is highly experimental and bold. Apparently, it has a reputation for this, one you didn’t know about before seeing the flyer. It’s a baptism of fire and you suddenly feel so unprepared.
You’re surrounded by couples, or by art students analysing each work carefully, and your loneliness feels starker than ever. You’re not sure if you’re analysing the works correctly, but it’s all about feeling anyway, right?
You’re here though and this is meant to about broadening your horizons, appreciating art. Maybe you should have eased into this though - gone to the National Gallery of Art or Portrait Gallery, rather than straight into this.
You can do this. You’ve got this.
You move to a quieter corner of the gallery and carefully try to analyse what a particularly obtuse modern installation could mean.
Five minutes and you can go home. You’ll even treat yourself to a coffee, you think.
“Interesting,” you mumble to yourself.
“How so?” a low voice asks behind you.
You turn around. The man is good looking, there’s no denying that. He’s all deep, dark eyes and stubble, wearing a smart coat over what looks like his work suit.
There’s a warmth that radiates around him, something that makes you want to answer him, rather than ignore him and move on.
“Uh, well -” Shit, what if he’s the artist? “It’s very blue.”
“Blue?”
“Yuh huh.” You have a fucking postgraduate degree and all you can think is it’s very blue? You curse yourself inwardly. Maybe, just maybe you should have taken that art theory class in college instead of introduction to media.
Or perhaps you shouldn’t be so distracted by the good-looking man beside you.
“I see.” There’s a devilish twinkle in his eye, one that draws you in immediately.
“What’s your take then?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s really, really blue,” he replies, deadpan and without meaning to, you feel your mouth twitch, the hint of a laugh or a smile teeters.
He looks cute when he smiles.
“Well, I was onto something there clearly.”
“It’s uh, got some feeling though. Sad but hopeful. That’s my take.”
You look at the painting again. “It’s raw. Very blue, but raw.”
“Exactly.”
“Actually, I think it’s kind of pretentious.”
“Hmm, that too,” he says with a smile.
“Oh no, you’re not the artist, are you?” you ask, horror dawning on you. Why did you have to add that? Of course it’s pretentious, it’s an art gallery in DC.
“No, no, not at all I just - I like art. All art really. I think there’s something special in capturing a moment, or a feeling, or - it’s real.”
“I can understand that. I’m not really I’m much of an art expert but that’s how I feel about music.”
“Exactly.”
You don’t want to let this fleeting moment go. You want to hold on to it just a little longer, a little tight.
It’s Valentines and you’re surrounded by couples and here’s this very attractive, well put together man talking art with you and he’s not being sleazy or weird, but he seems genuinely interested in talking to you.
“So, what do you think of this one then?” you ask, moving to the next painting.
“Ooof, where do we start?” the stranger jokes.
“You’re not the artist on any of these, are you?”
“Nope, and I don’t know any of the artists, so don’t worry about my feelings. You can tell me just how blue something is. Or pretentious.”
“I think the second thing is almost taken for granted at a gallery like this.”
“How did you hear about this place then?”
“I pass it on my way home and I uh, work - I like art.”
You haven’t missed his correction and immediately ask, “Collector or historian?”
“Neither.” There’s a twinkle in his eye that implies he’s certain you won’t guess his profession.
“Appraiser?”
“Nope.”
“Critic?” you ask sceptically.
He laughs at that one. “No.”
“Aha? I know, art fraudster.”
“So close, but so far.”
“Oof, mystery man then. So mystery art lover, do you have a name?”
Who are you right now? You never act this bold, never initiate flirting like this, there’s something about him though. He makes you feel at ease, calm and reassured. It’s novel, especially considering he’s a stranger.
“Marcus,” he says softly.
“Hi,” you say before you share your name in response almost automatically, noticing the way it sounds on his lips as he repeats it back.
His smooth voice fills your stomach with butterflies, a tingling hint of desire surfaces on hearing him say your name. You think about what it would sound like outside of the art gallery, outside of this context, with him closer so you can smell that heady cologne more or have him whisper.
“So what bought you here?” he asks.
“I saw the flyer earlier in the week and it seemed like fun, or at least a better way to spend an evening.” You take a sip of the wine and wince slightly.
“That was until you tried the wine, huh?”
“The canapés really implied it would be better wine.”
“That’s how they suck you in.”
You both laugh and are immediately glared at by another patron. Marcus’ smile is magnetic though and you find yourself not feeling embarrassed.
“Would you - would you like to get a cup of coffee? If you’re finished here, of course,” he asks. “There’s a decent coffee shop around the corner and we could uh, finish our conversation? Only if you want.”
“Sure.” You get to hold on to this moment for just a little longer.
The air outside is cool but not overtly . The night has reached that moment where it’s dark but not menacing while the streetlights gleam around you. You walk side by side, your fingers very occasionally brushing as you feel the featherlight hint of his fingers against your own as you turn a corner. You brush against his coat, catch a lingering hint of a woody cologne that immediately entices you closer.
“I want to get more into art,” you admit. “It’s not something I’ve necessarily prioritised before. I mean, we’re in DC and there are amazing galleries and museums.”
“But you dived right into one of the most experimental galleries in DC?” he asks with a smile.
“I believe it’s important to immerse yourself fully,” you lie smoothly.
He coughs, suppressing a chortle. “I can respect that. There are some amazing galleries in this city to explore though. It’s one of the reasons that I like that I moved here.”
“Where were you before?”
“New York.” You don’t need an art or a psychology degree to notice the way his face shifts; how his lips tilt slightly downward, eyes avoid you. There’s a story there.
“I’ve never been,” you admit and then change the subject, sensing his unease. “What are the other reasons?”
“Coffee and we’re here,” he says lightly, indicating a small hole-in-the-wall cafe just ahead of you both. There are no fussy or brash valentine’s decorations and while you notice a couple of couples inside, it doesn’t feel as high pressure as another cafe or restaurant would.
Five minutes later, you’re both perched at a small table with steaming, hot cups in front of you.
“At least we can talk here without any glares,” you say.
“Ooh, yeah, you don’t want to mess with artists or art students. Trust me.”
The conversation flows naturally; music you like, books you’ve read and it feels like you’ve known Marcus so much longer.
There’s no pressure, no impending sense of alarm or panic. It feels right. Sitting here with Marcus feels like where you need to be now and like you’ve known him for years.
It’s shaping up for more than friendship. There’s a fission, a flare of desire and sweet anticipation.
It’s you who suggests a real date, to your own surprise. You love the way he responds, the way his eyes light up and brighten, the crinkle of his brow, the smile that feels so sincere.
“You beat me to it,” he says softly, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to go to the art opening alone on Valentine’s Day, you think. Maybe, just maybe, it was kismet.
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Spoilers for Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
I haven't actually finished the game but I was thinking, what if Zelda never returns to being a hylian and just remains a dragon forever? Who would be the next in line for the throne?
That's right.
Link. Why?
1. Link is from a long family of knights and one of the only known and confirmed nobles in the game
2. Link is one of the only people in Hyrule to know many classified secrets of the royal family (especially if he regains all his memories from his time as Zeldas personal guard and whatnot)
3. Link has saved and aided all of the different tribes on multiple occasions and united them under him.
4. He has personal friendly relationships with all the tribes leaders aka the chiefs and Zora king
5. Link is pretty good as descalating conflicts and finding middle grounds
6. Link is cononically just as compassionate and lovable as Zelda is and would be beloved as Prince
Theres more but I think you got the picture. Just imagine Prince Link, uncomfortable about this turn of events but willing to do what is best for his people.
So I propose a plot for the new DLC: Of course theres a new Big Bad (maybe a sorcerer like Vaati or something) who makes themselves a castle of thier own in the Depths and is trying to take over hyrule but in a different way than we've seen before. Sure they still create monster and cause havoc but they also do political stuff like scandal and slander
Link gathering alliances with the people of the different tribes and trying to clear his name after he's been framed for crimes he did not commit maybe? He, that doesn't really fit the vibe with what I'm going for, but what if the new Big Bad tried to make the people of Hyrule like him more and use thier love of him as a way into power?
Maybe disasters keep happening and the new guys servents/knights keeps saving the day but things keep getting worse and worse. Maybe there could be a new game mechanic where there's a ward or talisman that stops dark magic/ evil entities from entering the city and most of the disasters in that area stopping entirely and when the servent/knight tries to enter the city they hit a magic barrier and it sounds like a mosquitoe getting zapped by a bug zapper and they scream, revealing themselves to be a monster who had been the one causing all the disasters in the first place. The civilians freak out and the monster flees.
Link and the sage of that area believed in Link the whole time/was suspicious of the servant/knight follows the monster with Link and they find a maze like nest the monster has created
Cue dungeon
Cue boss battle
Rinse and repeat for all the sages people (maybe there are some previously unknown Zonai survivors that Minaru is awed and excited to find and she takes them in idk) maybe they were lost in time or something. Maybe thats where the big bad came from and the the Zonai children interrupted the Big Bads spell and thay wound up in the distant future, the children later running away in confusion and terror. So new tribe and dungeon? Just a thought
DLC features:
1. MASSIVE main quest to renovate the castle where you get to redecorate it however you want. Like you get to choose the furniture and decorations and have things restored to thier former glory. Granted you have to pay for repairs out of your own pocket (taxes can only go so far and thats going towards rebuilding the towns and stuff) and you get to put up your own pictures to replace those torn apart portraits and stuff you see around the castle in BOTW and TOTK. You can put up pictures of Hyrules former royals, the champions, the sages, ect. Or you can go the painting route where someone paints the photos you have on your Purah Pad like in your house in Terry Town. I would buy the DLC just for this to be honest
As you renovate the castle and dig out all the collaped pathways you get new memories of Links time as a soldier and get to see his family as well as memories with Zelda
I would throw so much money at Nintendo just to be able to renovate the castle to my liking. Like, so much you have no idea
2. Link getting a freaking crown and royal armor sets. One for prince and another after he's corinated as king near the end of the game
Armor sets based off of the new and old boss monsters
Armor sets based off of the mini-boss monsters including Gloom Hands (this one looks horrifying btw) and you get some kinda boost from each that represents that specific monster like a Hinox set giving you a food affect boost and Gloom Hands set boosts the power of the Phantom Ganon drops
Maybe a sage set that boosts the powers of the sages a bit
Forest dweller set that increases the durability of wooden weapons
3. Rebuilding the town ruins and creating homes for people all over hyrule like the Deya village ruins and Tabantha ruins and you can do it Lurelin Village style (I loved that side quest it was actually pretty fun)
Anyway, this is me officially releasing this idea to Nintendo it they want it so long as they credit me for the ideas they use from me. They don't even have to pay me (but hiring me would be nice)
Here's a poll to maybe help convince them this is a good idea
@nintendo :)
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Chapter 12 of Nona the Ninth
(Slowly figuring out how to work Locked Tomb reading and posting back into my schedule)
As anticipated, it's just Ctesiphon Wing coming to chat
I feel like Kevin would really enjoy the Sims
So they still seem to think that necromancers need their hands free to do necromancy
Do they think that undead bodies have some kind of power that living bodies don't? Like obviously if they died and some other necromancer started piloting their corpse around they'd have to worry about that other necromancer, but I think they'd have a lot bigger issues if there was a necromancer attacking them than these particular people being dead instead of alive. Possibly their use of the word "zombies" to describe necromancers has caused them to forget that there is actually a difference between zombies and necromancers?
I wonder why? If at least some of them think Pyrrha is still a Lyctor, why would it really matter whether Camilla and Nona were with her or not? Furthermore, if they think Nona might possibly turn into a Lyctor at any moment, why isn't she being treated the same way Pyrrha is?
She doesn't like eating fruit, but she does want to eat leaves? And she said a flower was sexy earlier, for some value of "sexy"
I kind of wonder now how Corona would have gotten along with Harrow, aside from the fact that Harrow showed very little inclination towards getting along with anyone except Gideon and maybe Palamedes back at Canaan House. Corona does seem drawn to people who don't want anything to do with her, at any rate
Are they doing some different kind of scanning on Pyrrha than what they do on Camilla and Nona?
I wonder why it's classified information that G1deon is gone? It seems like the Unjust Hope people are aware that Pyrrha isn't a Lyctor since otherwise they wouldn't be waiting for Nona to become a Lyctor again and would probably instead be gunning for Pyrrha, wouldn't they?
I wonder if Gideon is actually going to show up in Corona's vicinity at some point and ask for her sword back? That would be pretty funny, but I don't think Gideon was particularly attached to that sword or anything
I hope Judith shows up actually onscreen at some point in this book, and, maybe even has some interactions with Corona again
So I guess some of this chapter might have actually had Palamedes in it, although Nona claims to be able to tell them apart without needing to see their eyes, and she didn't say anything about it. Or is it just that Camilla is worried that We Suffer will notice that her eyes have changed since whatever she did with Palemedes that caused them to swap?
I wonder what that means
I'm not sure this makes sense. The rest of the universe doesn't seem to have left modern technology behind, and in that case a painted portrait would be worth much more than a photograph, so why would Wake only get a photograph while other important commanders have painted portraits?
I think if Pyrrha was actually a Lyctor she wouldn't need to make any sudden movements to hurt them. But it is possible that that thing would actually kill a Lyctor
So there's at least some people in BOE who still like bladed weapons as much as Corona and Camilla do, even though they have access to guns
Crown Him With Many Crowns is apparently the name of a hymn about Jesus, Thy Full Gallant Legions seems to be the from the English translation of the national anthem of the Ivory Coast, and He Found It In Him To Forgive seems to be from a song by a New Zealand rock band according to the internet, but I'm very sure they were not the only people to ever have used that phrase. I guess that parallels Wake's name in that second part is a translation of a national anthem and the third part is a song lyric, but if these phrases really don't mean anything to BOE anymore, that may not signify. I think from the rest of this that "Troia cell" is just a synonym for "Ctesiphon-3", but I'm not sure about that, and possibly Troia cell/Ctesiphon-3 is how they refer to Pyrrha, Camilla, and Nona?
I hope this person becomes a returning character, because they certainly are a character
Is this supposed to mean something to me?
I mean, Ianthe literally did eat parts of Naberius for necromancy purposes back in Gideon the Ninth, but I think Ctesiphon wing knows that Corona is not a necromancer? I guess the bodyguard just has heard some weird rumors about how people do things in the Nine Houses
More posthumous character development for Wake
I think the only people left alive who can physically travel through the River and aren't currently in this room are Ianthe and John, right? So is Ianthe the negotiator then? Very interested to hear Ianthe's take on her sister's new allegiance
So the Sixth House would be going back to the Empire, despite the break clause? Or did they promise the Sixth House a new home, and then turn around and offer them back to John at a price, and that's what's going on here?
Source Joyeuse is probably Mercy, Source Piotra is maybe Augustine? But I didn't get the impression that they were treating Mercy the same way they are treating Pyrrha now. Do they intend to have a different kind of relationship with Harrow/Nona?
Joyeuse was Charlemagne's sword, Chrysaor, which they use for Cytherea below is from Greek mythology, but I can't find anything about Piotra other than it being a given name
13 people died at or on the way to Canaan House: Marta, Naberius, Isaac, Jeannemary, Magnus, Abigail, Palamedes, Dulcinea, Protesilaus, Colum, Mayonnaise Uncle, Gideon, and Teacher, and Cytherea only killed six of them, as Camilla points out. I guess the ones that We Suffer is excluding here are Gideon and Naberius, assuming they were killed by their necromancers for Lyctor purposes? And Teacher is obviously the "necromantic monster" here. Camilla also didn't mention Gideon and Naberius in her correction
I thought the report at the end of the last book said that Lyctors had not appeared in this capacity in thousands of years? I can understand if she was like, this used to happen in ancient times and we are afraid it will start happening again, but here she is talking like this happens all the time in the current day
I dunno, I think Ianthe also got what she wanted, just not exactly the way she was hoping for it
Are there only 16 people in the Sixth House? Or is it like 16 families or something? I know they are low on population, but that seems pretty extreme
Camilla, are you going to merge with Palamedes and become BOE's pet Lyctor in exchange for the welfare of Nona and the Sixth House? Oh no
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pwease tell me more about jihan
oo thank u for asking! some more about jihan beloved <3
as mentioned he’s around 800 years old give or take. it’s a bit relative because he stopped keeping track of his age when he was about 150 and honestly, that was only because he was around people who cared about counting. if i imagine that this story takes place around the mid-2010s, then that would mean he was born he was born around 1200 or so 👀 if asked he’d classify his “mental age” as being around 40 or so because that’s around when he feels his personality was set in stone lol.
his ethnicity is also a bit of a mystery, but he’s not fully white. he suspects that he might have some african/middle eastern mixed in somewhere in his blood and he’s probably from the mediterranean, but getting turned kind of fucked up a lot of the features he had as a human or any semblance of his memory about being human soooooo… a bit unhelpful lmao. on this vein he does speak about 20 assorted languages conversationally. his strongest ones are 1. english 2. arabic 3. french 4. mandarin/cantonese—it’s kind of a blend really a lot of chinese people have had a hard time placing his accent or the words he use but it’s enough to get by LMAO.
he’s surprisingly pretty good with technology, hue is the “old dad that doesn’t understand tech” between them lmao.
because vampires in this universe have severe prosopagnosia the most recent memory of his face jihan doesn’t remember. some younger vampires he’s interacted with throughout his life will tend to have a pretty good grasp of their own features but jihan can’t be assed to remember. he kinda goes off of what people tell him and usually if he really looks like shit people will throw things at him so that’s his gauge 💀 however, he does miss being able to see what other people look like. not knowing FOR SURE what esther and ozzy or hue looks like kind of bothers him but he’s gotten really good at not dwelling on this. ozzy has gotten pretty good with art though and she’s promised him that one day she’ll draw him a family portrait so he can know what they all look like (art for him is a bit easier to process; he just says it looks only a bit fuzzy compared to everything else). it made him emotional haha.
jihan is extremely close with hue’s family. hue’s the only boy and has 3 older sisters, and he was the pillar for the four of them collectively when their mother suddenly passed away (well, it was suddenly but not entirely surprising. werewolves esp in this universe tend to “soul bond” with their mates and if one of them dies there’s a very high chance their mate will die from a broken heart. that’s what happened to their mother; around the first year hue and jihan began to date his father died suddenly in a car accident. their mom held out for a few years but eventually returned to their ancestral cave and passed away when she couldn’t take it.) bc jihan has lost many important people in his life before he was kind of able to guide them through grieving which strengthened he and hue’s bond but also his place in their pack tm.
speaking of other people jihan has loved, jihan would say he’s had 3 major loves before he and hue got together and started a family (making hue kind of chief among them; he never had any desire to settle down before hue). his first love was a human woman and he has a tattoo of a begonia on his thigh for her. his second love was a dryad and on his opposite thigh he has the type of tree they were; a birch. and the third was a witch and he has a potion bottle on the back of his neck for them.
jihan in general loves tattoos and has quite a bit. he has a tattoo for hue; a wolf shape over his heart, and he has yet to get tattoos for the girls yet but it’s only because he’s not sure what he should get for them. he’s thinking maybe a wand for esther and a paint brush for ozzy maybe in an X shape lol.
so that’s a bunch of rambles off the top of my head BUT if you wanted to know anything specific about jihan pls feel free to ask :’)
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ayup! could i possibly get an infodump about leo's treasure vault? what kind of stuff is in there? (besides, of course, the giant scrooge mcduck pile of gold)
Sure! :D
It is once again time for hasty sketches lol
I plan on doing a detail pass to actually give this a distinct design but this is the general idea, a large golden lion statue that contains the door to the vault. The door is made of stone, large and heavy like one you'd find on an ancient temple or tomb. Rather than moving side to side on a hinge, the door quickly moves up and down to open/close with a large thud.
The door can only be opened with the sound of the roar of either Leo or Leo Minor, so at least one of them must be present if anyone else wishes to enter or exit the vault. Leo has her characteristically loud roar like an adult lion, whereas Mini's roar sounds more like that of an actual lion cub. He is equally as proud of it though, thanks to Leo c: This roar is necessary to open the door from either side, and both are equally effective.
Both Leo and Leo Minor's spirits are able to enter the lion statue and make it move, though Mini most commonly resides in it when not at Leo's side. It is not attached to a base, so it can completely move locations if necessary, as the door itself is more of a portal to the inside of the vault rather than a fixed passageway, though one does appear when the vault is stationary and the door is open. The door remains on the chest of the statue while it's in motion, but it cannot be opened until it is on the ground again. The statue maintains its default sitting position otherwise. When the door is activated, the statue's eyes flash with light and it echoes the roar. The eyes also glow when a spirit is inside it, even when it isn't moving. Both Leo and Mini can enter and exit the vault without opening the door via the statue.
I'm still deciding on the final look for the inside of the vault to be honest, though I imagine there would be a bunch of mountable objects on the walls with labels for who they belonged to, if that information is known. Anything else is likely on the floor against the walls if there is nothing to put them in or on top of.
Though some of the items inside the vault are what we would call treasure (jewellery, gold, etc.) there isn't an economy on the Astral Plane, so the actual value of these to those who might want to steal them is largely tenuous. Corvus was known for his adoration of shiny things, sure, but he stole objects more for his own personal enjoyment than any kind of monetary value.
Anything that is placed in the vault is considered a relic, some kind of remnant of past constellations that Libra and the others are trying to preserve. Originally, these objects were placed in the mausoleum next to their respective constellation portraits, until thefts of some of the items started occurring (including, but not limited to, Urania's Mirror). Not every item in the vault is officially classified as a constellation, but the ones that are follow the same rules as the animal/human constellations where they can burn out and reincarnate, meaning that the objects can disappear from the vault in this way. They too leave behind Star Fragments and are given portraits like the others.
After it was discovered that objects could also be corrupted by Void magic, many of them were placed inside the vault for safekeeping, not only to prevent their theft, but to utilize the power of Leo/Mini's Light magic to better prevent them from being corrupted in the first place, as this magic gives the vault and statue its power.
Some of these are weapons or otherwise dangerous objects that could cause harm if they fell into the wrong hands, as over time simply placing them in the armoury proved ineffective against their theft and/or corruption. One example is a large hammer that once belonged to the previous incarnation of Lepus, nicknamed "The Mighty Thumper".
This is not an exhaustive list, but here's a few constellation objects that are in the vault:
- Norma, The Carpenter's Square
- Crater, The Cup
- Antlia, The Air Pump
- Caelum, The Chisel
- Sculptor, The Sculptor's Tools
- Corona Borealis, The Southern Crown
- Corona Australis, The Northern Crown
If they are not being used by other constellations elsewhere, some objects are still kept in the vault anyway, even if their potential threat when corrupted is next to none. No one really thinks they're going to be in much danger if corruption happened to, say, Norma or Caelum for example, but it's best to keep track of them anyway. For preservation's sake, if nothing else.
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🌸ROBIN x READER🌸
This is for my spontaneous event, which you can find here! Thank you for the request! Happy to write some whimsical Robin - she deserves more picnic dates in her life for sure. 🥪🍵📖
Modern AU
No C/W apply
The blossoms were in full bloom, petals as pale as her skirt drifting along on the breeze. They rode the current like miniature kites, looping around children blowing bubbles by the splashpad, diving by an elderly couple birdwatching in the gazebo, landing on the still pond in the center of the park. Their weight sent the lightest of ripples across the surface, beckoning the spring goslings to investigate, hoping for breadcrumbs from a passing stranger.
“I think here is good,” Robin’s voice harmonized with birdsong, the sweetest melody drifting to your ears. She glanced over her shoulder, her beauty and grace rivaling the most famous of painted portraits. She stood unknowingly posed, one dainty hand pointing to a shady spot beneath the roots of a large cherry tree, the other clutching the handle of a woven picnic basket. The way her spine curled, the way strands of her hair tangled with the floating blossoms, the way her brilliant blue eyes glittered in the sunlight... She was effortlessly perfect.
With a giggle, she tilted her head, a coy smile tugging at her lips as she placed the basket into the lush grass, “What is it, darling? You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.”
The words tumbled from your lips with practiced ease. It had been years, and yet they never became less true with time.
“You’re too good to me,” Robin waved you off, her trill of a laugh breaking you out of your stupor.
As you laid out the woven blanket over the ground, settling in beneath the tree canopy, you admired the way the sun turned Robin’s hair the darkest shade of purple, how she tucked her long white skirt beneath her legs as she knelt next to you, the delicate movements of slender fingers smoothing her floral tank top. She did everything mindfully, with intent, as if it was most important for her to savor each second of her life, as if she never wanted to forget the vivid colors that swirled around her.
You smiled, your heart swelling in your chest, threatening to burst under the heavy dose of pride and adoration.
Oh, how far she had come.
There were still days when the shadows eclipsed the sunshine in her eyes, when she longed for a rainy day to drag her away and drown her in the puddles of regret and grief.
Though, those days had become few and far between. Even then, you never hesitated to don your rainboots and fish her out.
Always.
The click of the latch on the picnic basket brought your attention to your growling stomach. Breakfast seemed like forever ago, before the start of the move. You had been up so early, preparing to load the trucks with boxes and furniture. You weren’t even sure if what you had eaten at the crack of dawn could classify as breakfast.
What a morning it had been. With the help of friends, you and Robin had successfully moved all your belongings from two separate apartments into your new townhouse, breaking only one chair leg in the process. After a quick (shared and steamy) shower, you had stopped by the market a few doors down to get some basic sandwich materials and some lemonade. It had been Robin’s idea to enjoy your lunch in the beautiful park around the block.
It would be your park now.
You could meet each other here after work. Robin could wait for you on a park bench, book open on her lap as you called out a greeting. She could kick your ass in chess on the weekends. You could make some duck-friendly snacks for the local waterfowl.
There was a rustle in the bushes nearby, large amber eyes glowing in the shadows of the leaves.
“Robin, look,” You nudged her shoulder with your own, nodding to the little cat as it slipped out of the greenery, it’s grey paws skirting the edge of the blanket. It looked to Robin warily, gaze flitting back and forth between her kind smile and the sandwich she held in her hand.
“Oh! Poor thing must be hungry,” She cooed, removing the top layer of bread to break off a piece of aged cheddar cheese.
The cat sniffed the offering tentatively, its little pink nose wiggling in curiosity.
Then, it gently took the cheese and ran back to the bushes, prompting both of you to laugh at the adorable display.
Once lunch was finished, Robin laid back on the blanket, staring up at the fluffy clouds in the deep blue sky, framed perfectly by the leaves of the cherry tree and the petals dancing in the wind. She patted the space next to her and you complied instantly, your hand finding hers between you two.
“Most cats are lactose intolerant,” She admitted, guilt warping her voice ever so slightly, “But I suppose cheese is a better alternative than spicy salami.”
You hummed in understand, squeezing her fingers gently. A particularly majestic cloud drifted by, the conical shape reminding you of Mt. Olympus. You hoped that, in another life, Anteros had blessed you and Robin just the same.
“We should get a cat,” You hummed, the blanket shifting beneath you as your turned your head to face her.
“Mmmm?” She snuggled closer, curling her body into yours. Her skirt splayed across the picnic blanket with such fluidity, you wondered if everything she touched took on her ethereality.
“A little brown tabby with big eyes. He can wear a bell, so he jingles around the house,” You chuckled, picturing how your house would look once everything was unpacked, a small kitten scurrying between furniture, mewling for supper.
She giggled, “Can we name him Tony?”
“I was thinking Chopper.”
She craned her neck to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek. You could feel the smile curling her lips as she murmured, “Hm, Tony Tony Chopper, then.”
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Two Left Feet
a/n: Yes I am aware that the Yule ball takes place between challenge 1 and 2 but I thought this was cute so just pretend!!
Warnings: None
Synopsis; Reader Teaches Harry to dance, and gets caught up in the challenges of the Triwizard Championships.
4 years into schooling, and here you sat worried about the Yule Ball. You hadn't been asked by a single person, and you were far too shy to ask someone, but you wanted so dearly to be able to go.
At this point you'd thought Harry would've asked you, the two of you had been friends for meer moments before him and Ron had acquainted. You both had shared the initial panic of not finding the platform, both new to the idea of Wizardry.
You had been born to two muggle parents, who you loved all the same, but it caused a good amount of criticism from your peers, though this had brought you, Harry, and Hermione together throughout the years.
You'd liked Harry for, well, what seemed like forever. And according to Moine' he'd liked you all the same. So when you'd found out he still had no date, as a champion, you'd wondered why he hadn't asked you.
You had been a part of the trio, but they still classified as 'The Golden Trio' as you had unfortunately been sorted into the Slytherin house which had split you up from their adventures. You sat in the mirror, looking at the lovely outfit your mother had thrifted for you, god you felt horrible to waste it.
Recently you'd all been separated more, purely due to Harry being a champion. The 2nd task was due to happen in 2 days, it terrified you thinking of Harry's disadvantages in the tournament. As well as how much your house dragged him down.
On top of all this, it led to more torment. Parkinson had stolen the sheets from your bunk every night since you'd taken Malfoy's stupid box of pins and tossed it on the ground a couple days prior. It was her way of 'protecting her lovely boyfriend' as she'd put it. And the day before she'd locked your cat out of the girls dormitory, which scared the poor thing into the present.
You groaned, and got up, supposing Moine' might still be up for a late night talk. You wrapped yourself in fuzzy blanket, picked up your cat and wand, and set off towards the Gryffindor common room. You'd heard a couple rude mutters and such as you left, it happened so often you simply scoffed and continued on your way.
You whispered the passcode to the portrait and slid in. Most Gryffindors knew you, and no one found it odd to see you, nor did they mind, though this time was different. The common room was empty, except a boy sat muttering on the couch. You sighed, thinking it had been too late, you should've checked the time.
But, said sigh alerted him to your presence in which he jumped slightly, turning to look at you. "Y/n..?" Harry had called, rather out of breath from the scare you'd given him. "Harry? What're you doing up, you have-"
"I know." He sighed, as you sat next to him, "I'm just worried. I have no clues on the 3rd challenge and I've only got but the foggiest clues on tomorrows challenge." He pointed to the notes obviously written by Hermoine herself. "You didn't come up here to ask me why I was up surely, what're you here for?"
You chuckled, light heartedly, "No, I came to see Hermoine, but you suffice, Potter." Harry grinned, before he looked back at you, "Do you have your outfit for the Ball yet?" He hummed curiously. You nodded, "Outfit down, date still MIA."
"MIA..? I don't know anyone named Mia.." He raised a brow, genuinely confused. "No, No not Mia, dork, MIA, missing in action." You laughed at his antics, which he joined in on, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"And you? Mione' told me you've had no luck." You looked at him, your eyes meeting. "I wouldn't call it bad luck, I just haven't asked anyone yet. I don't know anyone who would willingly go with me, nor someone that can teach me the proper dance."
God, could he be anymore daft. "I could teach you the proper dance, if you wish, Malfoy was forced to teach me earlier this year, boy oh boy I've never seen Parkinson so angry." Harry laughed at that.
"Curfew just set, are you staying here?"
"I suppose I could sneak back."
"You can take the invisibility cloak, just bring it back."
You both said your good nights, and that was all you remembered until now. Here you sat, besides a standing Harry, the two of you wrapped in thick fuzzy towels, Fleur thanking him for something, while he asked you if you were okay.
"Y/n? Y/n are you okay..? " He ran a hand in front of your face. "Ye.. yes, yes, what happened? Why are we..? Is this-"
"Yes it was the challenge, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I had absolutely no idea-" You cut him off, waving a hand, and giving him a gentle smile, "It's okay, It's okay-"
"Just.. remind what this challenge was exactly..?" You gave a nervous laugh as you pushed a hand through your wet, and frankly tangled hair. Harry took his spot next to you, as Dumbledore spat the winners names in order.
"Well, um, perhaps Hermione would be the better person to tell you about it." He shared a smile with you before straightening himself, and pointing to where Hermione was sat wrapped in a towel herself, "I have to go talk to Fleur, I'll be back, alright?"
You watched Harry walk away, before standing up and walking over to Hermione who was watching Viktor from afar. "Earth to Moine', I come in peace." You teased, waving a hand in front of her face.
Hermoine quickly snapped her head towards you relaxing when she saw her best friend, "Oh, it's just you, Y/n. You gave me a fright." She scooted over, inviting you to sit next to her. "So, you and Harry?" she raised her eyebrows in a teasing-esc way.
"Harry and I? What are you on about Moine'?" Though you'd never admit it, you wished there was something to report, but all you could do was admire Harry from a far. "He didn't tell you did he? That boy will be the death of me!" Hermoine's eyes squinted at Harry in an aggressive manner before she explained.
"This challenge, had all the champions finding a way to breath underwater for awhile, but the trick was that the person whom means the most to the champion is the one they have to save, Y/n, this means I was right! Harry has to fancy you, you're the person he's so smitten for, afterall."
You felt your face heat up at the implication, but you didn't answer Moine', you're mind simply went to how awkward those dancing lessons would be.
Later that evening you and Harry found yourselves alone at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Harry had shown up late, sitting besides you in a rushed apology. "S.. sorry. Sorry I'm late.." He huffed, folding his arms over his knees.
"It's alright, I was worried you wouldn't show.." You took a moment to look him over, "Do you want to take a rain check..?" It was obvious he was tired and he looked sweaty as if he'd ran the whole schools length before reaching the tower. "No, no, you're already going through enough trouble for me.."
You stood up, "Well at least take a break alright? You've over-exerted yourself enough for one day." Taking a moment to work up courage, you sighed, "How about this.. uhm.. Moine' told me about the task today.."
He looked up at you, sharing a look of confusion, as if he didn't understand why you needed to tell him that, "Yeah..?" You sucked in a deep breath, "Ehm.. I just meant, it was really awesome of you to look after Fleurs sister like that. I guess the courage is a Gryffindor thing..!"
"Yeah." He smiled, continuing, "I reckon you'd make a good Gryffindor too, if it means anything." You shared a smile with him, before extending your hand to him, "Let's get started Potter, it's already passed curfew. If we ought to break the rules, we ought to do it well." He laughed, but took your hand, using your help to stand up.
The next couple of hours consisted of Harry having two left feet, whilst you laughed at his apologies, reassuring him it was okay. And after a couple of hours you found yourself sat besides Harry, him finally understanding enough basics to survive the ball.
"You reckon I could get a date, with these 'two left feet'..?" He laughed, using your phrase on himself. "I'd go with you, if it meant anything, Potter." You'd smiled, to exhausted from the hours of dancing to process the forwardness exhilarated.
"Really..?" He silently thanked the darkness for hiding how rosey his cheeks had gotten, and it only got worse with your response. "Yeah, if I'm being honest.. I was too scared to ask you, Moine' told me you wanted to ask me, so.. I've been kinda waiting on you, Prince Charming."
You always teased him with that nickname, unbeknownst to him it had always been after he'd missed an opportunity with you, romantically. He cursed himself for not asking you sooner, but he definitely wanted a better 'prom-posal' opportunity.
Since you both had to, secretly, make it back to the dorms tonight, Harry kindly offered to walk you back in the invisibility cloak, but after hearing about Pancy Parkinson stealing your sheets he insisted on you staying in the common room for the night.
One thing you'd come to learn about Harry was how stubborn he was, you could measure this in the way he'd wrapped you both in the invisibility cloak and how you were now sat on the Gryffindor common room couch, whilst Harry slept on your shoulder. It was cute, you'd admit it, but you also knew Parkinson and Malfoy would be getting you detention in the upcoming days.
But you enjoyed it while it lasted, and you woke up to Harry still fast asleep and Hermoine frantically waking you up, with a wide grin on her face. "Wake up love-birds! Class starts in like 10 minutes!"
You groaned, as Harry shuffled himself awake, completely missing the 'love-birds' line, and unaware of how you'd slept last night. "Thanks Hermoine.." He trailed off, shuffling upstairs to grab his bags, whilst you stood up brushing yourself off
"So.. now you and Harry?" Hermoine eagerly held onto her books, excitement lingering in her voice. "No, Moine', I'm afraid not. I stayed here 'cause Parkinson's been stealing my sheets.." Hermoine's face dropped, an apologetic look settling before Harry came back down, offering you one of his extra robes seeing as you failed to remember yours.
"Thanks, Potter." You hastily slid them on, as the three of you set off to steal something quick from the cafeteria before class.
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Classes dragged on, every tick of the clock sending you closer to sleep, drowning in drowsiness. That was until you found a folded paper delicately placed in the pocket of Harry's robes. Suddenly class dragged on with butterflies engulfing your stomach.
'Dear, Y/n
Meet me at the Astronomy Tower after class, please.
p.s. this is Harry.
p. p. s. you probably knew that since I lent you the robes.. '
Had this been set up since last night? Had this all been his brilliant plan? Lending you his robes with a note.. romantic but, scary. What did he mean to tell you? And was it good?
Truth be told it was not a brilliant plan, it was a shotty note written in 5 seconds after Hermoine had casually suggested the romance behind it a couple weeks prior, as this wasn't the first time you'd borrowed his robes.
If he was honest with you, he wouldn't have even guessed you'd check the pockets, but Hermoine promised him that digging through your pockets was a nervous tic, guaranteed to happen if you were in class.
You found yourself practically running up the Astronomy Tower's stairs, excited to see the scar-clad boy.
Though you hadn't known, Harry had snuck himself from his last class to run up there himself and set up a small 'ball-posal?' no, 'prom-posal' is much better.
He'd known you liked necklaces, but he also knew you were very sentimental, so he put the two together and had Hermoine help him make a necklace for you. Hermoine convinced him to make matching ones (you getting a necklace and him a bracelet). He'd walked around campus for a good while, looking for the perfect flower to preserve in a book for the necklaces and eventually settled on a gold lily for you, and a red rose petal for himself.
He was nervous to ask you to the ball, nervous knowing your clothes wouldn't match his because he waited to long, nervous knowing you'd seen his terrible dancing, and worse of all you'd seen him when he was vulnerable. He told you all about his parents, about Sirius, about.. everything. You'd known him best, and if you said no, he didn't know what he'd do with himself.
Upon arriving you set your bag down, looking at Harry who was leaned against the railing looking out on the school grounds. You hummed and walked over, taking the space by his side. "Hey, Potter, what'd you need?" He jumped, both of you chuckling at his jumpy-ness.
"I.. uhm. I'm not good at this stuff, alright? Just.. go easy on me.. Hermoine had to help me.. a lot." He fumbled with his pockets, sighing as he struggled to find the jewelery, having left it in his dorm. "Ah- I've already messed this up.. I'm real sorry.."
You watched him, before giving him a sympathetic smile, "Alright, Harry breath, talk to me like you're writing in a journal, I promise not to laugh, alright? .. Whatever you've forgotten can wait till later got it?" You patted his shoulder, watching him relax slightly.
He screwed his eyes shut and started, "Uhm.. D.. dear diary?" He nervously smiled, eyes still shut, "Y/n I like you.. like fancy-like.. like I want you to go to the Yule Ball with me and dance with me even though I'm honestly bloody awful at it.." He took a deep breath, opening his eyes, which caused him to fluster but he continued, "I know you like necklaces.. and uh.. things that come from the heart.. I forgot to bring them but I made you a necklace.. And.. I know we won't match and I'm not the most well-liked mate around.. but.. would you be my date? As friends if it's weird.. but I'd.. like it as date-dates"
Within instinct your smile grew huge, and you wrapped your arms around him, "Godric Harry, I'd love to go with you. As date-dates" You pulled away for merely a moment laughing, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble really, next time Moine' tells you too you ignore her!" You pulled yourself back into the embrace. He smiled, letting out a small chuckle as he reciprocated the hug, "How'd you know..?"
"I love you Harry, but I know that Moine's been breathing down your neck for weeks now about this.. Since.. I kinda asked her too.. " You sheepishly admitted, and that had been the truth. "But, thanks for choosing me, Prince Charming."
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What can Artificial Intelligence be used for in photos?
From the automatic detection of faces and objects to the generation of realistic images, advances in AI have opened up a range of possibilities yet to be explored, thanks to the development of complex algorithms and machine learning techniques. But how are these changes materializing?
One of the most well-known and used benefits of AI person generator free is the automatic improvement of image quality. Surely you have used a program, such as Luminar AI, Canva, Pixlr, or autoRetouch, which processes your captures in seconds, corrects imperfections, applies attractive filters, improves the appearance of the portraits, or eliminates any unwanted “extra”.
In addition, person does not exist com can also help you automate repetitive tasks and save time. For example, there are applications, such as Google Photos, or Adobe Bridge, that classify and organize images based on different parameters, such as the place where they were taken or the person who appears in them. It has never been easier to find a photo than now, even though albums are becoming larger and larger.
However, the face maker AI applications go much further. Another facet of Artificial Intelligence in photos is related to facial recognition. Thanks to this technology, the software can automatically identify and/or tag people in images, opening a wide field of action.
Now, if there is a popular use of Artificial Intelligence in the photographic field, it is the creation of images from scratch, especially due to the surprising results that are being made known and that are giving rise to a debate about the ethics of these applications. Given the realism achieved. And today you can generate an image from a blank canvas simply by telling the program what you want to display.
However, this face does not exist and lacks human creativity and it will always be necessary to know the techniques, approaches, types of lighting, framing, etc. to obtain an aesthetic result. Even if it is providing commands to an AI image creation program. In other words, you can ask software to create an image of a dog with its tongue hanging out, but it will never be quality if you don't have the photographic knowledge to find the ideal focus.
However, there are more and more tools that facilitate this application of Artificial Intelligence in photos. You just have to take a look at the internet to find a wide range of software. If you are looking for the best and easy to-use tool to generate photo face, we recommend using unrealperson.com.
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IN THE EYE OF THE STORM
As Published in A*Desk
The exhibition L’ oeil du labyrinthe by the Portuguese artist Maria Helena Vieira da Silva is perhaps just as its title says: like placing an eye on a labyrinth.
Due to its intricate architecture, the Dijon Museum of Fine Arts offers us an irregular tour of the two exhibition spaces, a vast retrospective located on the second floor, plus another minor one focused on her personal life on the ground floor, both reflecting, as her work, a disorder where vertigo is the only sure thing.
The variety of da Silva’s work in this exhibition extends from its beginnings in the 1930s, presented with a kind of kaleidoscopic figuration, deconstructing spaces, altering perspectives, and rendering them organic, up to her most abstract work in the 1980s.
Thanks to the donation of the Kathleen and Pierre Granville Fund, the museum owns one of the largest collections of the artist’s work, and it is for this reason that, in commemoration of the 30th anniversary of her death, they dedicate this double exhibition to her career and to her relationship with the collectors who were her friends and patrons in life.
On the upper floor, focused on her most analytical work, are omnipresent diagrams, folded into a kaleidoscopic aesthetic as if it were a kind of Borgesian riddle, that aid in the search for the Minotaur in his labyrinth.
Influenced by cubism, futurism and constructivism, the artist developed a language in which parallel and diagonal lines are a basic tool for the creation of optical vibrations, as can be seen in her stained glass windows in the Saint-Jacques de Reims church. Thus, despite the fact that some of her works are classified as architectural, the elimination of figurative references and the compositional complexity, added to a reduced color palette in many cases, result in an ornamentation of a living space.
Painting is thus presented as a stage where architectural utopias can be created without the limitations of media or perception, and the architectural work becomes an aesthetic space in her work that offers a certain sublime, immeasurable, palpable character.
These uninhabitable places, combined with a great admiration for the visual framework of modern cities, make linearity and connectivity characters in her architectural portraits in which geometry becomes a radical resource.
Her most abstract work is made up of perpendicular lines that vary from monochrome to the highest contrasts, its architectural form unrecognizable except for a few contours. Thus, her architectural work is mainly a visual-mathematical exercise.
“La partie d’échecs” 1943, Centre Pompidou
In her most figurative paintings, however, the conflict with a vanishing point is what relates Vieira da Silva’s work to the labyrinth. From a vertiginous perspective, the work isn’t projected towards infinity but instead has a very marked limit: the background is a figure in itself, a full stop, a culmination point and not a point of convergence.
In this way, her images function as a stage, where the vanishing point remains but the space acquires a chaotic, quasi-monstrous organicity, with limits between characters and surroundings erased.
We can see the architectural importance in her paintings by recognizing how the background articulates the figures in a kind of kaleidoscopic repetition. Its geometry is a relationship between figures (rhombuses, trapezoids, faces that act as minimal units) and the characters that merge together. In this sense, this kind of repetitive figure generates a type of optical vibration that balances their lack of life and actions.
The board itself resists in an unplayable game, the fourth wall is inverted and we are now watched by these mysterious characters that hide in the shadows. Vertigo increases and we have nowhere to hold on to. There is only one limit in this infinite space, and what we see looks back at us and thanks to this we don’t fall in.
Viewing Maria Helena Vieira da Silva’s work that covers different aspects of abstraction makes it clear that it is not the size of the work that creates quality. On the contrary, her smaller and more introspective works stand out from the rest due to their composition, dynamism and metaphorical meaning.
“Deux Femmes à l’ombrelle”, Pablo Picasso
In turn, unlike the narratives imposed on the women artists of her time, her paintings seem very earthy, without a strongly marked metaphysical aspiration or an esoteric search, instead engaging in an experimentation between the dream game, abstraction, aesthetics and the literary fable.
For the purposes of exploring these structures, the repetition of patterns with a clearly marked perspective, as mentioned, loses the true horizon in pursuit of visual homogeneity. The expansive delineation raises certain visual associations with the work of Picasso.
What is interesting here is the development that arises between these two points so far removed in her career, that is, a graphic language that she uses in certain works in which her abstract style converges in a sort of symbolic expressionism and in which traces of figuration can still be seen.
"L’Incendie II ou le Feu", Musée des Beaux Arts de Dijon
In works like L’Incendie II ou le Feu, where wavy lines are present, the use of contrasts is important to place the observer once again in the painting but without falling into it.
The articulation of the pictorial plane in diagonals combined with a flatness of perspective, alongside the depth given by the treatment of color, creates a somewhat medieval image. It could be said that the treatment of dynamism afforded by the line and the range of reds, browns and ocher, strategically arranged in certain points on the pictorial plane, schematically refer us to works by the Greek.
"La Scala" or "Les Yeux", Musée des Beaux Arts de Dijon
We find ourselves in an oblique, intricate terrain where we flee from the comfort of shadows. The space observes us (as in La Scala ou les yeux) and that’s when we realize that the monster is the labyrinth and we are its prey.
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Simple Data Collection Components In 2022
Most computer vision-based applications for business involve figuring out what's actually contained in the image information collection. It is also plenty of work to be completed due to the fact that visual information is abundant data. But, instead of taking over human activities computer vision abilities are typically utilized to help humans. In other words computer vision programs tend to focus on developing an approach to work that lets humans take on more complicated and creative human tasks, while machines take care of all other aspects.
It is essential to collect high-quality data collection in order to create solid Speech Recognition Dataset models. However, creating programs to recognize speechis not an easy job since recording human speech in every detail like the rhythm, accent clarity, and pitch is not easy. When you add emotion to this mix of emotions it becomes an issue.
The majority of the image processing tasks can be classified into 4 categories.
1.Creativity
We often believe that the primary goals of computer vision in commercial settings are to aid people to do more things, or to do more efficiently or faster. But, in certain situations businesses prefer to inspire customers or enthralling their creativity. Practically speaking, Shutterstock helps customers find appropriate images within their vast database however, they also offer certain types of adjustments based on the information in the image that a customer selects. This is due to the fact that people prefer to create different types of portraits than with landscapes. Although we can say that image search is some use but it's best to be focused on what the searches are used for since understanding the content of an image will allow them to be more specific about what they assist users in doing.
2.Connection
Since humans have a tendency to be social beings, a lot of projects that seem to focus on search and retrieval are really about our interactions with each other. This is particularly evident with Facebook's facial recognition system, that identifies and suggests photos which include relatives and friends. In addition, Apple employs high-level computer models to help you search for, say dogs in your photos. Even if you've not labeled each photo like you do on Facebook the model will help in locating your most loved dogs that are in your albums.
3.Efficiency
The most basic applications in business for computer vision is to make people more productive; rather than fix issues, you simply indicate where people should look. For content moderateration for instance one can teach a computer model to discern objectionable photos, without having to expose an entire group of human content reviewers to most offensive content published on sites. A number of computer vision software for healthcare and medical are also driven by the efficiency. The aim isn't for them to substitute diagnosticians; but to focus their efforts. Instead of showing specialists a plethora of radiological images in which no thing is abnormal display only those images that the algorithm considers problematic or for that the algorithms aren't sure about.
4.Safety
In certain circumstances for instance, when it comes to drought, surveillance is a public interest. The majority of people believe this is the case with the facial recognition system at checkpoints. However, when is this too annoying? What happens when we're walking along the streets such as when we're walking along the sidewalk? What do we use facial recognition to access toilet paper in the public bathroom?
This is a black mirror/Minority Report scenario where face recognition can be used as a way to classify those who have not done anything wrong. Although there is an effort to ensure that people are kept private when cameras are on--face paint and clothing that may eventually create some fantastic fashion statements, in addition to privacy, this is a question that we'll hear increasing in the years ahead.
Components for Data Collecting to be used in Speech Projects
1.Review the language of the domain
You need both domain-specific and generic content to create speech recognition data. After you've collected the basic speech data, you must sort through the data and distinguish the generic from specific.
For instance, they can contact the center to make an appointment to examine for glaucoma at an eye center. Requesting appointments is generalized term, whereas the term glaucoma is a domain-specific.
Additionally, when training a speech recognition model, ensure that you make it recognize phrases, not each of the known words.
2.Record Human Speech
After collecting information from the previous two steps The next step would be to get humans to take notes of the data collected into a database.
It is vital to ensure an appropriate length of script. If you ask people to read for more than fifteen minutes worth of material may be detrimental. Make sure there is a minimum 3 seconds between each recorded sentence.
3.Let the recording be fluid
Create a repository for speech recordings of diverse people, speaking styles, accents, and styles recorded in different conditions, devices and in different environments. If you anticipate that the majority of your users will use the landline the speech collection AI Training Datasets should contain significant representations that meet the requirements.
4.Create variation in Speech recording
Once the environment you want to target is set up then ask your subjects who are collecting data to read the script in the same setting. Make sure that the participants don't be concerned about mistakes , and make the reading as natural as is possible. The idea is to gather an entire group taking notes in the exact same space.
5.Create a model for language training and test
Then, you can build your speech recognition model using domain-specific statements as well as additional variations if required. Once you've developed the model, it is time to begin measuring it.
Use the training model (with 80percent of the audio clips) and compare it to an actual test Text Dataset(extracted 20% of the data) to test for accuracy and their accuracy. Examine for errors, patterns and focus on elements of the environment that can be improved.
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Aria to Patti
Dear Patti,
I am so sorry it took so long for me to write to you. Creating two new countries (again) is no joke and it's a full-time job but I think it's going well.
It's great to hear that you're settling into your new home well. Ghana must be very different from Xavia. I hope it's more peaceful for you and your mother but that you'll come back and visit us sometime. The palace is always open to you as long as I'm here and I'm sure your father has said the same with regards to Hellgate. Even though some parts are falling apart and there are lots of weird sounds and it looks like old prison half the time, it is our ancestral home, and living there myself, it was actually quite nice. You can pick your own room and work on making a library. Even without the books, there are a lot of strange things there, like obsessive writing on the walls, and some intriguing self-portraits but I won't spoil everything until you come.
I know things were moving really fast the last time we saw each other, no to talk of before that. One of my regrets is that I never got to talk to you about everything; James, your father, Jonathan, the kidnapping. I'd understand if you want to forget everything that happened to you but if you ever want to talk about it with someone who has some idea what you're going through, I'm here and so is James. I didn't tell you about how we really reunited. All this is to say that our family has caused us a great deal of pain but I honestly believe it can heal us too. We can heal each other.
I have to stop this letter here, but I'll talk to you as soon as I can. I hope you like the books I sent you. Yes, I know one of them is a novel and you abhor fiction, but I think a little escapism never hurt anyone and if it's not your cup of tea, I also sent you a copy of Arianna Accra's diary. I would have sent the original (I don't think I can read her thoughts anymore than I have to) but there's too much red tape now. since it's classified as being of 'historical importance'.
I hope we'll see each other soon and greet your mother for me.
I love you, baby girl.
Imotenya
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Final Project ideas, brainstorm, brain dump
Blanket Toss Under Midnight Sun: Portraits of Everyday Life in Eight Indigenous Communities by Paul Seesequasis
Blanket Toss Under Midnight Sun is a book I bought at Allison The Bookman right before this semester began. Allison The Bookman is a used and new bookstore in North Bay, near my Nation's land and reserve. I was originally looking for books specific to my community and area, but I couldn't put Blanket Toss down. The book is essentially a bound copy of what started as a project on social media, collecting archival photos of everyday life of First Nations, Metis and Inuit communities from the 1920s-1970s. Seesequasis specifically looked for candid photos, and photos of Indigenous people taken by Indigenous people. Seesequasis has also made an effort to find the people or relatives of the people in the photos, and to make sure that the photos find their way to the communities they come from. Many of the photos are from public archives, and were not specifically shown to the communities they came from.
I feel incredibly inspired by this work. I have begun searching through archives to find photos of people in my own and surrounding communities, to bring the photos back home. Each person's unique history allows them to recognize different sets of names and places. If enough people look through these public archives, someday all the photos will find their way home.
I have found an archive of photos from the girls and boys Spanish Residential schools (run by the Catholic Jesuits). I have started a note with links anytime I recognize names from my community. I also started lists with last names I recognize from other communities in the area, or family names of folks I know. The kedawasin (library) in Nipissing has a photo project to identify folks in old community photos, I want to see if there is a way to use the Spanish archive in this project. I shared some of the links and my preliminary searches in a FB group for my Nation, and nobody else seemed to know this archive existed. My grandfather is a survivor of the 60s scoop and the Spanish boys school. The National Centre for Truth & Reconciliation classifies me as an "Intergenerational Survivor", there are many people still in my community that are survivors themselves or children of survivors. I am in a position of closeness and comparative distance. I want to use the distance I have to help prevent emotional harm or additional trauma to the folks that have a closer history to the schools. At the same time, I am still close enough to be directly affected and considered a type of survivor myself. I think that this gives me a responsibility to my community to do what I can to bring the truth to light, and to make sure these photos and records are easily available and accessible to our community. I don't think this is work that a settler should be doing, they would miss things. but I also think that our survivors and knowledge keepers are already so overloaded with preserving our language and just surviving. I want to work collaboratively with my community, but I also think doing a lot of the groundwork, is my responsibility. The survivors in my community deserve to look at a shortlist, rather than searching far and wide.
I keep thinking about images and context. who set it up and took the image? why? what are they trying to promote and show? was the photographer from the community or an outsider? a settler? who gets to see the image and how easy is it to find? is the image for our consumption or white settler consumption? are the people in the image named? why not? was an effort made to return the image to the community it was taken in?
unfinished sketch of a photo of Annie Johannesee with Johnny. Kuujjuaq, Nunavik, 1960. (Rosemary Eaton) from Blanket Toss Under Midnight Sun
I have almost the same gookomis scarf.
Annie Johannesee, Johnny and unnamed person, Kuujjuaq, Nunavik, c.1960 © Rosemary Gilliat Eaton / Library and Archives Canada
Here is another photo of Annie and Johhny. This image didn't make it into the book itself, but I still really love it and wanted to share it.
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Cosmic Alphabet Soup: Classifying Stars
If you’ve spent much time stargazing, you may have noticed that while most stars look white, some are reddish or bluish. Their colors are more than just pretty – they tell us how hot the stars are. Studying their light in greater detail can tell us even more about what they’re like, including whether they have planets. Two women, Williamina Fleming and Annie Jump Cannon, created the system for classifying stars that we use today, and we’re building on their work to map out the universe.
By splitting starlight into spectra – detailed color patterns that often feature lots of dark lines – using a prism, astronomers can figure out a star’s temperature, how long it will burn, how massive it is, and even how big its habitable zone is. Our Sun’s spectrum looks like this:
Astronomers use spectra to categorize stars. Starting at the hottest and most massive, the star classes are O, B, A, F, G (like our Sun), K, M. Sounds like cosmic alphabet soup! But the letters aren’t just random – they largely stem from the work of two famous female astronomers.
Williamina Fleming, who worked as one of the famous “human computers” at the Harvard College Observatory starting in 1879, came up with a way to classify stars into 17 different types (categorized alphabetically A-Q) based on how strong the dark lines in their spectra were. She eventually classified more than 10,000 stars and discovered hundreds of cosmic objects!
That was back before they knew what caused the dark lines in spectra. Soon astronomers discovered that they’re linked to a star’s temperature. Using this newfound knowledge, Annie Jump Cannon – one of Fleming’s protégés – rearranged and simplified stellar classification to include just seven categories (O, B, A, F, G, K, M), ordered from highest to lowest temperature. She also classified more than 350,000 stars!
Type O stars are both the hottest and most massive in the new classification system. These giants can be a thousand times bigger than the Sun! Their lifespans are also around 1,000 times shorter than our Sun’s. They burn through their fuel so fast that they only live for around 10 million years. That’s part of the reason they only make up a tiny fraction of all the stars in the galaxy – they don’t stick around for very long.
As we move down the list from O to M, stars become progressively smaller, cooler, redder, and more common. Their habitable zones also shrink because the stars aren’t putting out as much energy. The plus side is that the tiniest stars can live for a really long time – around 100 billion years – because they burn through their fuel so slowly.
Astronomers can also learn about exoplanets – worlds that orbit other stars – by studying starlight. When a planet crosses in front of its host star, different kinds of molecules in the planet’s atmosphere absorb certain wavelengths of light.
By spreading the star’s light into a spectrum, astronomers can see which wavelengths have been absorbed to determine the exoplanet atmosphere’s chemical makeup. Our James Webb Space Telescope will use this method to try to find and study atmospheres around Earth-sized exoplanets – something that has never been done before.
Our upcoming Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope will study the spectra from entire galaxies to build a 3D map of the cosmos. As light travels through our expanding universe, it stretches and its spectral lines shift toward longer, redder wavelengths. The longer light travels before reaching us, the redder it becomes. Roman will be able to see so far back that we could glimpse some of the first stars and galaxies that ever formed.
Learn more about how Roman will study the cosmos in our other posts:
Roman’s Family Portrait of Millions of Galaxies
New Rose-Colored Glasses for Roman
How Gravity Warps Light
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#nasa#space#milky way#solar system#exoplanets#women’s history month#Annie Jump Cannon#stars#women in stem
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Fic recs <3
Apologies... this is about a month and a half late (and tumblr won't let me reply to the asks directly or add links 🙃) but here is my list of tomarry/harrymort fic recs! It's quite long so click to read >>
As a general rule: Tomarry fics in blue, Harrymort fics in red. I don't remember all these fics and some are hard to classify so.... some may be wrong
anyway, enjoy x
Authors that you should read:
ObsidianPen; No Glory, Mine/Hauntingly, Blood and Gold (for Tomione fans)
Child_OTKW; Consuming Shadows, you belong to me (i belong to you) (and check out their tumblr too)
Slexenskee; crawlersout (femHarry), yebisu, Cheap (Bad) Dance Moves, grandloves (this could be) (femHarry) and more!
MaidenMotherCrone; Diagnosis, euphoria, political animals, how large the teeth, The Fairest Saga and more!
MayMarlow; The Train to Nowhere, If Them's the Rules and more!
Lomonareen; His Darkest Devotion, His Twenty-Eighth Life, Genius by the Numbers and many more!
Paimpont; To Kill You With a Kiss, To the Waters and the Wild (as far as I remember hasn't got to the ship part yet but I love it so read it) and more!
The_Carnivorous_Muffin; When Harry Met Tom (femHarry), Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus (femHarry), October, The Unwinding Golden Thread and more!
Maeglin-Yedi; The Darkening of Your Soul, The Necromancer, To Live Is The Rarest Thing, Between Thought and Reality and more!
asterisms; Let's talk sugar, Hands up, it's a hold up, a boy so pretty (such a pity), tempor · al | ary, (i wanna) cut to the feeling and more!
NeuroWriter14; For Your Entertainment, Do Not Go Quietly into That Good Night, But I Can Break You and more!
RenderedReversed; The Game, Invisible Man, Seventeen Years and more!
TreacleTeacups; The Untouchable, Byzantium (femHarry), Last Son of Black and more!
DreamerMichiyo; Guardian Angel, The Call of A Vampire, Offer of Immortality and more!
wynnebat; The Hell Is Your Son and Other Stories series, Snake Shop, The Emperor and the Star and more!
Athy; my first real introduction to this pairing years and years ago from these fics Again and Again, Meddling of a Mischief Maker, Rebirth
More Tomarry Fics
Wear Me Like A Locket Around Your Throat by VivyPotter
Why Hari curses the Black Ancestral Home by 1000percentDoneWithThisShist (femHarry)
Hem of Your Garment by adVENTitiious, Cathartic
The Impossibility of Parallels by Angel_of_Mysteries
The Dark Lord Inside by Melodramaticx
The Magicweaver by Anonymous
Before the Storm by Ars_Matron
Field Theory by machiavelli
Blurring Reality by Terrific Lunacy
When in Rome: The Duology series by XblackcatwidowX
The Incantation of the Oak-Priest by relic_crown
It's A Masquerade, Darling by ChubbyPanda15
How to prevent a War by CrazyJanaCat
she walks in beauty series by mayfriend
The Portrait by DariaSilver
The Divine Right of Kings series by darklordtomarry (alarminghella)
What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies
Words Fail by NeaMarika
Animus, Anima: English version by Maiathoustra
I must be your favourite, right? by FlyingLizards
Trapezing Through Time by lothtor
Rewritten by goodmorninglove
To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy
love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger
The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel
A Memory of Shadow by Insidious1604
The Problem With Soulmarks Is by LadyAramisGrey
Stab Right Through by The_wig_is_a_metaphor
The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds
The Sun by clammyhands
Fire Born by wickedlfairy17 (femHarry)
More Harrymort Fics
Mi Aedijekit by local_doom_void
End Without Sorrow by Aerlinnn
Children of the Revolution by AlexisVV
The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles by samvelg (femHarry)
Rebuilt by Terrific Lunacy
In Somno Veritas by ansketil, ladyoflilacs
Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions
Love in the Dark by ShoulderTallAbyss
draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger
The only sound is the overflow by Cartonsofcartoons
for love is always with you by cordeliawrites (femHarry)
The Wand Chooses by DreamerEye
Fault Lines by SofiaBane
The Emerald Connection by TheLastNero
Flight by Miraculous, RedHorse
Appetence by elysian_drops (femHarry)
A Snake Named Voldemort by orphan_account
Resurrect The Living by fascinationex
The Devil's Tithe by Shihane
Death is but the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill
The Consequences of A Binding Ritual by teecup_angel
harry.exe has stopped working by inksmachine
In Death, Standby by Sophisme
Hidden in Plain Sight by Shadow Riser
The Art of Hidden Personas by whitedwarf
*BONUS* Fics that I live/laugh/love with emphasis on the laugh
Harry Potter and the Greatest Show by shadowscribe
Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira
Full circle by tetsurashian
Heir Apparent by MonsieurClavier
Dark Livestream by Anna_Hopkins
Ribbon Tied Right by Snowy_Rain
A Dead Man's Guide to Reliving Your Youth series by Spork_in_the_Road
The Definition of Insanity by Anacharis
Foolish behavior by Anonymous
Eternal Hilarity by Luxis
Shorter Fics (<25,000 words)
Sound The Death Knell by Tsume_Yuki (femHarry)
dead before midnight by maquira
Burnt Ice Cream by Rhodium
Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow
Saved by Hufflepuff Friendship by whitedandelions
Relativity. by Ideasofmarch
Opia by Acnara
And six seconds by Acnara
Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Watermelonsmellinfellon
Aconitum by VivyPotter
But For You, I Did by duplicity
Nemo by Phnx
The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc
I haven't actively searched for tomarry/harrymort fics over the last year, so if you know of some newer ones then please rec them in the replies! And any others that you think need to be read ~
(authors, lmk if you want me to remove your fics of this list)
#ask tag#hp#fic recs#tomarry#harrymort#bonus points if you can identify which one of these fics is mine (bc ofc i'm going to take the opportunity to rec myself lmao)
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nct dream + acts of affection.
not requested!
featuring — mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, lee haechan, na jaemin, zhong chenle, park jisung !
warning(s) — mention of food
[ MARK ; tying your shoelaces !
no matter how capable you are of taking care of yourself and completing your own tasks, mark’s protective instincts merely will not let you. the minute he gets an s/o, he’s all over the place trying to take care of you to the best of his abilities!! if he notices your shoelaces are untied, he’ll literally bend down, put your foot on his knee and tie them up for you :(( doesn’t matter where you are, he won’t let his baby trip!!
“babe!! your shoelaces are untied, let me get that for you!!” he happily smiles as he grabs your hand to stop you from walking any further along the sidewalk.
[ RENJUN ; painting you pictures !
renjun absolutely loves painting, so much so that your first date was actually finger painting on a great big canvas after a lovely picnic at the park <3 he likes to classify you as his muse, his inspiration and his motivation to continue living life to the fullest. though he hasn’t attempted to paint a portrait of you yet, he paints you gorgeous landscapes and little doodles he does if he’s bored. you have a whole drawer full of his art pieces in your room :D
“another one?” you ask, gasping at the ocean painted onto a piece of white paper. “yup! do you like it?” you leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, “of course, my love.”
[ JENO ; doing your hair !
this is,, a little random, to say the least, but jeno just loves it when you let him do your hair!! it doesn’t matter when, how, etc, he will sit down with you on the couch and brush your hair for hours if you’d let him. it all started when you pulled a muscle in your arm and you needed assistance detangling your hair, and that’s when jeno stepped in! ever since then, he’s honestly found sitting down with you in silence super therapeutic and relaxing. he finds excuses to try out little styles he’s learned on tiktok all the time <//3
“hey y/n, i found this braid tutorial on tiktok the other day,,, can i try it out on you?” he shoved his phone into your face, causing you to back up and squint at the light. “that looks so complicated — are you sure you’d be able to do it?” he faked an offended gasp, “of course i can do it! turn around, i’m about to blow your mind; i could surely get a hair styling job after this.”
[ HAECHAN ; play fighting !
hyuck is kind of known to express his love in a rather, aggressive way, though he is definitely able to be serious. you’re normally woken up by getting a pillow thrown in your face, or the rare occurence of him literally jumping on your bed and screaming at you to “wake up, loser.” it’s obviously all playful and he means no harm, and he’s never actually ended up hurting you in any way.
“ow- hyuck, what the fuck?” you shove a pillow into his face with a deep frown etched on your lips. he laughs and throws it back, “what? that didn’t hurt, stop being a wuss.” you scoffed and hit him in the shoulder as you found a new spot on the floor, and away from your boyfriend.
[ JAEMIN ; feeding you your food !
i think of jaemin as the type of boyfriend to baby the absolute hell out of his s/o — you’d just be his precious little baby that MUST be protected at all costs. even if you’re completely capable of feeding yourself he’ll make up an excuse like, “let me pamper you! you deserve it <33333”
“i can do it myself! eat your food before it gets cold~” you whine. jaemin sits back in his seat and sulks, “let me love you, y/n!!!”
[ CHENLE ; spoiling you !
no matter how much you protest, no matter how many times you tell him that you don’t need any more expensive perfumes/colognes, chenle loves spoiling you!!! he loves to take you shopping, he loves surprising you with humungous bouquets of flowers!!!!! has a bit of a bad habit of just,,, buying you things even if you don’t know about it; you get a new surprise at least once a week.
“you really didn’t have to, lele — you got me flowers last week.” you looked down at the arrangement of white roses in your lap as chenle chuckled. “and what happens when they die? you can have these! i love you~”
[ JISUNG ; sharing his clothes with you !
he really likes the feeling he gets when he sees you in his clothes, specifically hoodies and t-shirts. he thinks it’s so cute how his hoodies fit a little oversized on you if you’re smaller, and if you’re around the same height then he contemplates actually giving you the clothes because you look so good in them HAJSJS :0 he also sprays his shirts in his cologne so it smells like him :((((( and when you’re away from each other it’s like he’s kind of still with you :(((
“is it comfortable? do you want another one?” jisung questioned, looking over to see you snuggling into one of his black hoodies. “hm? oh no, this is fine.” you held a small grin, reaching over and running your fingers through his hair. he shyly looked away as a light blush took over the apples of his cheeks.
#nct#nct dream#nct 2020#nct 2021#nct fluff#nct dream fluff#nct headcanons#nct dream headcanons#mark lee#huang renjun#lee jeno#lee donghyuck#na jaemin#zhong chenle#park jisung#mark lee fluff#renjun fluff#jeno fluff#haechan fluff#jaemin fluff#chenle fluff#jisung fluff#nct imagines#nct dream imagines#nct scenarios#nct dream scenarios#nct drabbles#nct dream drabbles#nct timestamps#nct dream timestamps
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