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[echointernationaljumpers]

EJ GENERAL INFORMATION

Echo International Jumpers, or EJ, is focused on making the best possible Show Jumpers. We are not focused on any particular breed, but has sportshorses/warmbloods of many different breeds instead. EJ is owned by Vivian Cheswick, and is about to be one of the biggest Stud Stations in the area - meaning that we focus on stallions, and have very few mares and geldings if any.

The staff right now consists of Vivian Cheswick (the owner) Lauren Gibson (her mentee) and staffmembers Tanya Downing and Bill Tobias. The stable does not offer boarding of any kind, as the stable is already full of our own horses.

In 2025 Vivian Cheswick bought Melander Dressage, and rebranded it as Echo International Dressage, making Echo International a multi-discipline brand!

STAFF

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HORSES

Paradoxis RPH, EJ Tatendrang, EJ Casse-Cou, LSR Hot N Cold, Zobel's Cortänzer, Gråravn's Taiwan, NREC Red Canon, EJ Toémme, RDEC Mandalaya, VJ Gazelle, EJ Lad's Guardian, Valentina JJS

[oddballinonyamama]

Fuckin Creepypasta highschool shit

Call that

“SLASHER YEAR”———————————-

Just a fun lil Au thing I’ll be doing every now and again. Imagine it like an old mtv animated show from the early 2000s, mixed with all of the creepypasta fandom stuff.

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Me - Jeff, Nina, Clockwork

@divnydoodles - Jane, Laughing Jack, EJ, Slenderman, Smile Dog highschool logo

@california-sidewalk - Max n Ruby 0004

[lil-tachyon]

For the last couple weeks I've been drawing logos / designs for local-ish (mostly NJ, some PA and NY) bands as warmups in the morning. Here's what I've come up with! Massive post below the break explaining each logo + where to find each band and listen to their music.

Teenage Halloween- a staple of New Jersey basements for probably about a decade now and finally getting wider recognition in the last couple years. Pop punk / power pop with a killer horn section. First time I saw them was in New Brunswick playing with Walter Etc. and Blowout. They played a killer cover "Build Me Up Buttercup" and my wife got a black eye in the pit. Recommended tracks: "Brain Song," "666," "Clarity." Their first EP is on a separate bandcamp page btw, check it out here it's great.

Sweet Pill - They will call themselves a Philly band but in my heart they'll always be from Glassboro. Definitely one of the more recognizable names on this list. Emo revival - early stuff is more twinkly, more recent stuff is heavier. All of it's great. Recommended tracks "Nephew," "High Hopes."

Shark Club - Central Jersey's finest. I'm very biased because I actually know these dudes and they did the music for my wedding. Some of the best pop punk you'll hear and the nicest people you'll meet. Recommended tracks: "Game Theory," "Bill Murray," "Heavens to Betsy."

Rest Ashore - My favorite band for the last (oh God I'm old now) eight years. From gut-wrenching emo ballads to virtuoso math-rock instrumentals they do it all. One time I got to sing vocals on "Lucy's Theme" at a house show- thank you Erica! Recommended tracks: "Hjarta," "Chinese Opera," "Devotion," "Soyuz Sweetheart." Too many bangers to name honestly, just deep dive their discography.

Morus Alba - First band I ever went to see at a house show and still one of my absolute favorites. Their music feels like the bridge between the best pitchfork, /mu/ alt rock bands and high energy basement emo. I mean that as a compliment and I hope it comes off as one lol. I should note that since 2019 Morus Alba has morphed from a band into an experimental hip-hop project so later releases sound radically different and basically disconnected from the earlier stuff. Also my favorite release from them, Live at Isabelle's, has been scrubbed from the internet but if you'd like the files just email me. Recommended tracks: "Skyscraper," "Human Resources," "The Goodnight Waltz."

Have a Good Season - another Jersey mainstay that's still going strong. Emo revival in their earlier releases, now with more 70s power pop influences in their newer stuff. See them live, they put on a fantastic show and usually play some great covers in addition to their original music. HaGS guys if you're reading this, please put your version of "Since You've Been Gone" online, I'm begging you. Recommended tracks: "Joseph / Shel Silverstein," (you have to listen to them together for the drop, so good) , "Gum, "Gleaux / Scab." Also, frontman Nic Palermo interviewed me once.

Elephant Jake - If you see any of these bands live make it EJ, they put on such a damn good show. Electrifying indie punk from the Empire State. Recommended tracks: "F.D.C." "Sarah Moyer," "Goodness to Honest," and of course you gotta learn "Sebastien Bauer" for the singalongs.

Blind Lion - Sadly one of the greats that we lost along the way. Defunct since about 2017. I only got to see them once but it was a great performance. Alongside their own stuff they played some killer covers of "Bad Moon Rising" and "Moonage Daydream." I had trouble doing a logo design for them because I actually really like the composition, if not the "Ed Hardy-ness," of their existing logo so what you see here are two separate attempts, neither of which feels entirely satisfying to me. Frontperson Larry Flately currently plays in Nematode and also handled production of Bradley Gardens joke hiphop group The Breakfast Boiz under the moniker "DJ Ova EZ." Recommended tracks: "Brumous," "Dinner."

Fighting Seasons - A band that I sadly found out about too late (via a sticker under the bridge in my town which has since been painted over). 2010s pop punk that packs a helluva punch, especially considering that I'm pretty sure the members were high schoolers for most of the band's existence. I think some members may have gone on to form Sawce (FFO Chon, Polyphia, that type of music) but I can't remember where I read/heard that so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Recommended tracks: "Fighting Seasons," "Oil on Canvas"

Milkmen- Another fallen giant, officially disbanded in 2019. Like Morus Alba, they played the very first house show I attended and their few releases remain on constant rotation in my home. Used to put on a great show and were one of the bands I always thought would make it big until suddenly they weren't around anymore. Frontman Ben Thieberger contributed guitar and vocals to Covid quarantine project Kin if you're looking for a bit of an extra fix but beyond that I don't know what these guys are up to these days, sadly. Recommended tracks: "Ramus," "Johnny Dangerously," "how sieves catch breeze," "K.O.T.H."

Stand and Wave - New York (now Philly) pop punkers delivering instant dopamine hits with every track. Another great live act, see them with EJ if you can! They often play shows together. Recommended tracks: "Convos," "Mrs. Dash," "Splashton Kutcher," "Michael Collins."

My Chemical Romance - You know who they are. While I was drawing all these other logos I ran a poll on Patreon to decide which famous New Jersey band should also be graced with a drawing from me. MCR won the poll by a hefty margin so unfortunately you won't get to see me do an illegible black metal take on Hoboken's Yo La Tengo. I ended up doing two versions: the one with the halo is the first, the one with the bats was the second. I tried to do something kind of thin and elegant with the first one and I don't think it's terrible but I also wasn't quite satisfied with it. For the 2nd attempt I tried to lean into the kind of pulpy, almost horror punk aesthetic of early MCR and I think that one looks better even if it's less original.

Anyway if you took the time to read through all this, thank you very much! And please support these bands! Also If any of the links aren't working please let me know.

-Logan

[yuro-the-euro]

I’m was looking through old art and stumbled upon one where Choco and EJ were wearing outfits inspired by the rails you ride in the 3rd game. I even made a logo for the two as well

[heartzric]

Pra Você Lembrar - Byun Euijoo (EJ)

Sinopse: Euijoo era completamente apaixonado por Rine, ao ponto de que não conseguia mais manter aquela paixão apenas dentro de seu coração e precisava dizer a ela que a amava.

Byun Euijoo (EJ) x female oc.

1084 palavras.

Oneshot, inspirada na música "Pra Você Lembrar" da banda Restart!

CAPÍTULO ÚNICO.

Euijoo era um jovem rapaz do curso de filosofia de sua universidade, um rapaz amante por livros, plantas e paisagens. Não era um rapaz de muitos amores, gostava de ficar quieto em seu canto lendo um bom livro ou fotografando alguma paisagem. Teve apenas umas três paixões ao longo de sua vida e todas terminaram de formas catastróficas, no fim decidiu que era melhor se apaixonar por livros do que por pessoas.

Ah, mas era lógico que seu coração teimoso mesmo ferido iria acabar caindo em uma armadilha.

E caiu. Caiu feito um patinho e simplesmente deixou-se levar.

Outra amante de livros, a encontrou na biblioteca, no entanto enquanto Euijoo estudava sobre Nietzsche, a jovem de cabelo de fogo lia Harry Potter ou quadrinhos. Ora uma grande abismo de diferença os separava, porém mesmo com interesses tão opostos, a jovem de sotaque adorável lhe cumprimentou de forma aleatória com um sorriso brilhante e um olhar apaixonante. Euijoo se viu sem mais reações, bastou um "olá" para que ela tivesse o coração dele em suas mãos.

Talvez fosse tolice, era como ainda um jovem apaixonado, como se ela fosse seu primeiro amor e mesmo que não fosse de fato, lhe dava aquela jovial sensação de borboletas no estômago. Aqueles olhos castanhos como chocolate ao leite o deixava sem ar, vê-los suavemente se fecharem com o sorriso dela era a melhor parte de seu dia. No final das contas não frequentava a biblioteca apenas pela sua imensa paixão pela filosofia, Euijoo a amava tanto quanto os livros.

A simpatia e o carinho dela o pegaram de jeito, Rine, o nome da ruiva, não necessariamente era alguém tão amável, mas era a mais amável que Euijoo conheceu, e era a única que lhe fazia sentir-se tão bem. Ela lhe cobria de elogios de uma forma tão natural que Euijoo nem ao menos se sentia sem jeito, um sorriso tomava seus lábios e ele apenas a olhava com um calor no coração, sempre agradecendo. Era o jeitinho dela, Euijoo sabia que brasileiros eram simpáticos, mas não era uma falsa simpatia, era aconchegante e acolhedor como um abraço quentinho.

Todo o seu mundo girava em torno de achar maneiras para fazê-la sorrir. Aquele belo sorriso era sua serotonina para os dias mais nebulosos, Euijoo moveria céus e montanhas para fazê-la feliz, e Rine ainda nem fazia ideia daquilo. Euijoo estava perto, tão perto de enfim dizer que a amava.

Naquela tarde de primavera, Euijoo olhava para sua flor mais bela. Com os olhos vidrados no livro primeiro livro de Cidade dos Ossos, a ruiva estava tão presa naquela história envolvente que nem reparou que de soslaio Euijoo a olhava. O livro estava em frente ao seu rosto, Euijoo estava relaxado na cadeira da biblioteca, mas dava leves espiadinhas. A forma como ela estava concentrada no livro a deixava tão cativante, por mais que quisesse compreender os pensamentos de Nietzsche, Rine estava roubando sua atenção.

Seu coração estava flutuando, bastava tê-la ali já se sentia feliz, Rine não precisava fazer nada, só de estar sentadinha em frente a Euijoo seu dia já estava ganho.

⸺ Não gosto da Clary, garota insuportável. ⸺ Rine concluiu e fechou o livro, respirando fundo logo depois.

⸺ Você tem um problema sério com protagonistas. ⸺ Euijoo brincou, rindo fraco enquanto a ruiva passava as mãos pelos seus cabelos laranjas.

⸺ Eu não tenho muita sorte com livros que me são recomendados, ou o protagonista masculino é insuportável, ou a protagonista feminina é. Será que é tão difícil fazer um casal interessante? ⸺ fez um biquinho, Euijoo fechou seu livro, deixando seu foco ser apenas ela.

⸺ Não tem como agradar a todo mundo, mas penso que deva ser difícil desenvolver um casal, amor é algo complexo.

⸺ Concordo, criar uma pessoa é complicado, ainda mais uma pessoa interessante. Ser chato é tão fácil. ⸺ Mais uma vez Euijoo riu levemente com o jeitinho de como ela falava, Rine tinha uma voz suave e agitada, era divertida na visão de Euijoo.

⸺ Concordo, para algumas pessoas basta dizer não que você se torna chato.

⸺ Nossa você falou tudo agora! Acho que filosofia deixa as pessoas mais inteligentes, você tem todos os trejeitos de uma pessoa intelectual que fala bonito. ⸺ Rine brincou, Euijoo apoiou sua cabeça sobre as mãos, de uma forma tão adorável olhando para ela.

⸺ Você tem todos os trejeitos de uma pessoa que entraria em uma floresta e sairia procurando por animais exóticos para estudar e catalogar; aliás, você parece alguém que ama só animais, a julgar pela sua touca de gatinho. ⸺ Rine pôs as mãos sobre sua touca preta com orelhinhas de gato, com uma careta em seu rosto, o fez Euijoo cair na risada.

Era inevitável não se manter sério por muito tempo quando estava perto dela.

⸺ Aliás, falando em gatinho, a julgar pela mensagem que você me enviou hoje de manhã, não creio que queira apenas uma companhia para estudo. Qual a fofoca? ⸺ Rine se esticou um pouco sobre a mesa, ficando mais perto de Euijoo, era impossível tirar o sorriso do rosto para ele, que se esticou um pouquinho também.

Ora, mesmo que fosse tímido, Euijoo não era covarde, e já que ela estava logo ali, precisava dizer que era ela quem fez seu cérebro racional e seu coração emocionado entrarem em um consenso: que estava apaixonado.

⸺ Bem, te ter aqui faz parte do meu jogo. ⸺ Rine franziu o cenho, Euijoo aproximou-se um pouco mais dela, suavemente sussurrando próximo a sua orelha: ⸺ Amo você ⸺ afastou-se dela lentamente, olhando para aqueles olhos castanhos pode ver a surpresa, no entanto, também pode vê-la sorrir.

⸺ Aishiteru. Te amo. Eu te amo. Saranghaeyo. Ich liebe dich. Je t'aime. ⸺ Euijoo ficou surpreso com a quantidade de idiomas em que ela sabia dizer aquilo, nem pode processar todas as palavras, Rine pulou sobre a mesa sem nem dar atenção às pessoas da biblioteca.

Ela segurou o rosto de Euijoo, suavemente apertando suas bochechas pouco fartas, mas antes que tomasse a atitude de beijá-lo, ele quem tomou aquela atitude. Também sendo contaminado pela alegria e euforia dela. Nada mais lhe importava, a opinião alheia ou qualquer outra coisa, Euijoo já era feliz apenas por ela existir, e saber que seus sentimentos eram recíprocos na mesma intensidade era como um doce sonho. Ele a amava, e mesmo depois de suas más experiências Euijoo sabia que ela era única e especial, ela lhe completava.

[cdmx-pictogram-tournament]

Which is the best station icon?

No propaganda submitted.

Icon meanings:

Hospital 20 de Noviembre: EN: Icon depicts the logo of the nearby Centro Médico Nacional 20 de Noviembre, based on the roof design of its main building. Name and icon reference this nearby hospital. ES: Ícono representa el logo del Centro Médico Nacional 20 de Noviembre, inspirado en el diseño del techo de su edificio principal. El nombre e ícono son en referencia a este hospital, cercano a la estación.

Parque de los Venados: EN: Icon depicts a pair of deer. Name and icon reference the nearby Parque de los Venados ("Deer's Park"; officially Francisco Villa Park), known as such due to the deer statues decorating the park's main fountain. ES: Ícono representa un oar de venados. El nombre e ícono son en referencia al cercano Parque de los Venados (oficialmente Parque Francisco Villa), conocido así debido a las estatuas de venados que decoran la fuente principal del parque.

Eje Central: EN: Icon depicts a trolleybus. Name references the nearby Eje Central avenue. Icon references the transportation systems of the city's main avenues. ES: Ícono representa un trolebus. El nombre es en referencia a la avenida Eje Central. El ícono es en referencia a los sistemas de transporte en las avenidas principales de la ciudad.

Mexicaltzingo: EN: Icon is inspired by the style of aztec pictograms, being based on the symbol of Mexicaltzingo, as depicted in the Aubin Codex. Name references the neighbourhood of Mexicaltzingo (nahuatl for "place where mexica live" or "place of [the god] Mexictli") ES: Ícono está inspirado en el estilo de pictogramas aztecas, y está basado en el pictograma de Mexicaltzingo, como está representado en el Códice Aubin. El nombre es en referencia a la colonia de Mexicaltzingo (en náhuatl: "lugar que habitan los mexicas" o "lugar de Mexictli [un dios]"

[scary-lasagna]

Are requests open? May I have anything cute you feel like writing for EJ, please?

im so sorry it got sad really quick

Edwin University

Jack looked down at the little crumpled piece of paper, and compared it to the large, steel letters of the school logo.

" EDWIN UNIVERSITY SCHOOL OF MEDICINE "

This is where he came from, where this demon was born. And yet, it didn't seem like anything evil or cultish. Just a normal school for practicing medical personnel.

Students were pacing toward class here and there, either in sweatpants, or business casual clothing. A sense of a bittersweet longing washed over him, knowing that he was once walking across the same lawn not too long ago. Holding the same books. Fretting over the same classes.

Slender had finally caved on the 31st time of Jack asking to visit his roots, to understand just a hair of who he was before he was turned into this kidney eating parasite. Of course, it was under the condition that he not interact with anyone. And now that he's here, standing at the front of campus, he's not sure if he wants to know.

He gulped down whatever was bubbling in his throat, and trailed behind a nearest student, trotting toward the building, no doubt late for whatever class he was hauling books for in a humongous bookbag. The student didn't even notice how close Jack was breathing down his neck, desperate to slip in through the door that only opened with a Student ID.

Those two sets of doors acting as a threshold for so long, Jack was in shock at how different the inside compared to the dull bricks of the outer walls of the school.

The tiles of the hallway were a dull vinyl material, and glistened with the fluorescent lights lining the lobby. Flags of multiple countries, schools, hospitals, and sports teams hung in uniform above Jack's head, seemingly floating along the endless ceiling.

It smelled familiar too, the stale smell of carpet, cheap disinfectant, and bricks that held a little too much moisture to be sanitary. Now, Edwin University held a high stature of respect in the state, being the best medical school for miles around. The building could use some touch-ups, though.

While admiring the interior, Jack paced a few steps forward, squinting through his mask at the office, and multiple hallways that branched out toward an infinite amount of class rooms and buildings.

As Jack glanced around, shrouded by his hoodie, a glass case caught his eye, reflecting the lights in such grace that he couldn't see beyond the glare. The demon approached the trophy case tucked into the wall by the main office, taking notes of glitter strewn about the garland of the school's colors.

And his stomach dropped, landing on what looked to be a red-haired high-school graduate centered amongst a collage of the same person.

"Jackson Creed, the most brave Owl of our school."

He glared over his shoulder, in case any passerby's became too nosey of his presence, and quickly turned back toward his photos. How he desperately wanted to rip the glass off of it's hinges, smash through it and clutch the remains of his past life desperately in his claws.

Jack only stood shaking, and gulped. There was a newspaper clipping framed next to it, with multiple paragraphs framing a picture of a curly brunette girl in a cheer uniform. Without even reading a word of the paper, he could feel the unbridled rage the look in her eyes invoked in his blackened blood.

"Jessica Writhe, forever loved and missed."

"Forever missed...Certainly." He grumbled. Jack could only hiss in a sniff as he shook his head, tilting his gaze into the speckled tile. The physical pain clutching his heart with knives and broken glass. He was robbed. He was robbed of a college degree, a doctorate, a friend group of normal people, a life, a family a-

"Did you know them?" A voice chimed. Jack's head snapped toward his left, being too self-absorbed to notice anyone approaching him. The demon quickly fixed his hoodie as he looked back toward the glass, tugging it snugly over his mask.

It was a dark-skinned man, no older than 25, that was suddenly standing next to him. He shuffled a little stiffly toward the case, and placed a granola bar on the sill of the window. His freckles hopped around his cheeks as he smiled at the hooded figure. "My name is James, I was a friend of Jack's."

Jack's tension left his shoulders for a moment, slacking downward with numbness. A piece of his old life was standing right beside him and he wasn't allowed to say a single word, too risky. And Jack had been too loyal to disrespect the terms that Slender gave.

"He was a really nice guy, a little weird, but that's what made him so lovable to everyone. Always making jokes and taking a jab at someone." James chuckled and shook his head. "He always ate a granola on the way to class, so on Mondays I drop one off for him." James simmered down, went quiet for a moment, as if hoping Jack would jump out of his hoodie with a 'Hey! It's me! It's been a while, right?'

But nothing.

"They're still looking for him." James added, and Jack merely tilted his head to peek a gaze at James. He provided a simple nod, to indicate that he was listening. "I hope he comes back some day. I'd love to share one more coffee with him."

Jack turns on his heel abruptly, the tar started to overflow the pockets inside his mask, so it was a much needed signal to leave.

"Uh, hey! Do you want this hoodie? One mutual, to another?" It was a last ditch effort to connect with the stranger. Anything that could give him a glimpse of his old friend. A new shared memory, hell maybe this guy even had a piece of his clothes that he could bribe for.

So much grief and guilt had plagued James ever since the murder and disappearance of Jessica's clique. If he could just...find something to cling on to...

Jack paused in his strideA, practically being weight down by the guilt of just walking off, let alone the sickening feeling this human was radiating. What is it? Sadness? Grief? Something that his senses were picking up on, but couldn't quite name.

"Here, take it." James held out the hoodie, it was heavy.

Jack slowly turned. How could he take it? These claws, the shadow colored skin...His own demonic flesh leaked out from his tattered clothing.

But alas, after a long beat, Jack hesitantly reached out, his long claws scraping against the woven cotton before his finger pads even touched the garment. James sucked in a gasp through his teeth, staring at Jack's hood in angry confusion.

What kind of sick joke?-

But the scar on Jack's hand, the 'X'. It traced from pointer to wrist, and the other line from his pinky to the other side of his wrist. Jack had always had it since he awoken. But James...James seems to remember it as well.

James' fingers released the hoodie as Jack tugged it away, giving a sheepish wave before quickly leaving. Black dots of tar traced his footsteps as he hurried out of the building.

James was the only one to notice. He was the only one to notice the ghost of Jackson Creed.

___

Jack was quiet for the rest of the week, and Nina was the only one who seemed to care enough to pry. She even went as far as climbing into his window when he locked his door on her.

"C'mon Jack! You can't stay cooped up in your room outside of working hours. It's not healthy, even for someone like you!"

"Nina, please leave." He didn't spare her a moment of time before he was already unlocking his door to shoo her away. And while his back was turned, Nina caught a glimpse of the hoodie slacked over the footboard of his bed.

"Edwin Uni? Is that a victims school or...?" Nina looked back toward Jack. Even with a faceless mask, Nina could see the tension gathered in his shoulders. "Oh my Gods! Did you really go to the human realm to visit your old life? Isn't that like, forbidden?!" She exclaimed, and Jack quickly slammed the door before whoever was undoubtedly listen outside decided to spread the news Nina was blabbing.

"Yes... I did visit, but-"

"Well, what was it like? Is this what's got you in the dumps?" She asked, and helped herself to sitting on his bed, pulling the hoodie off of the frame and holding it up to admire the grey vintage style of it.

"It was..." Jack thought for a moment, not knowing how to place a single word on the experience. "It was alright."

"Just alright, huh? She teased, standing up as Jack approached her, and without giving Jack a second to react, she popped it on over head, and yanked it down past his chest. "I think the hoodie fits at least. But I hope you didn't buy it, college's are a scam when it comes to merch, and on top of that it looks used!"

It did look used. It was frayed in the back and had a few holes sporting it. Jack wiggled, and wanted to amuse Nina with the idea he was already stuck in, and popped his arms through the sleeves, fixing the hem to just below his belt loop.

"It fits nice." He shrugged, pulling the hood out of his back and flipping it over his head.

"Hey, you'd pass for a pretty cute college dude, huh?" She teased with a laugh.

Jack only shook his head with a scoff, "I did. But those days are long past me." He grabbed the hem, and pulled it off before Nina could grab any more friendly teases from thin air. He held it by his hips, struggling to free his arms from the hoodie with the friction of his long sleeved shit.

"Hey! Look at the tag, Jack." She shuffled forward, and lifted the hoodie to get a better look at the tag, "Someone's written on it."

The marker on the tag could only show at least a years worth of washing machine visits. It was bleeding and barely legible. But Jack could read it, it was his handwriting after all.

"Can't read it." He fibbed, and tossed it back on the bed. He headed back toward the door with a sigh, flexing his fingers.

"Maybe I'll get you a new Edwin hoodie for Christmas." Nina smiled, following him to be politely shoved out of his room.

"No...I like that one better."

[iantimony]

this tuesdaypost was drafted on monday, please clap

we are cookin with Gas this week

listening: listened to antimai a few times through, favorite track i think is 'ring 5: middle class'. dorian electra - man to man: really fun video too charasho (benny friedman): was linked in jew chat. very charming and funky. 5 Old French Dances: No. 5. Le Basque (arr. for 2 recorders and harpsichord): i heard this a billion year ago on the radio (my wakeup radio station on my alarm clock is classical) and i finally got around to saving a link for it. very bouncy very cute. makes me think of rabbits running in circles a la beatrix potter.

EDIT TO ADD: i also finally listened to beyonce 'cowboy carter'!! i know im late! it's good i like it! not a revolutionary opinion! obsessed with her jolene cover! that's all!

reading: big one this week! i FINISHED 'the left hand of darkness'! i really liked it! still marinating on the themes etc. i started 'the dispossessed', also by le guin, and am devouring that as well. there's some stuff in there that oof ough. existential. but i'm liking it so far, i'm around chapter 5 right now. physicists!

fanfic: imposter syndrome (mikkeneko): i might have already linked it but i can't be assed to go back through a few weeks of tuesdaypost to see if i already have. so if i did, here it is again. really charming premise, gut-punch of an ending, cool twist on the doppelganger setup from dungeon meshi with svsss.

the articles, some of which were actually read a while ago but i forgot to link and am now cleaning out my phone tabs: how will the golden age of 'making it worse' end? (david roth) new canada policy lets indigenous people reclaim their names (emma bowman) what happens to the stay-at-home girlfriend after a breakup? (erika w smith) unschooling is the parenting trend that's pissing everyone off (ej dickson) in defense of 'coffee badging' (monica torres): if i had a job that was all zoom calls i would literally go insane over being made to go into an office to take zoom calls. fuck that what my mother's wardrobe taught me about style and grief after she died: thinking a lot about all my dad's shit will semen destroy your shower drain? granny davis' geocaching page: found when i was looking at some reviews for caches near my apartment. im kind of obsessed with her. she also has a facebook page called 'granny's geo page' if you don't have a geocaching account. literally she is everything to me. she has found So Many fucking geocaches good god. wedding trivia questions: used as reference to create some wedding trivia for a bridal shower! similarly, the wikipedia page for morganatic marriages my fight with a sidewalk robot (emily ackerman): my school has these. hate them. my boyfriend just linked this to me and im obsessed, laser etched paperweights, i am not a huge paperweight girlie but wowwww prettyyyyy. the electron orbitals!!!! i had a search open for "anti mega #1 cray street". i have no idea what this is.

special edition: the link dump from my trip to the uk last month! some very related to the trip itself, a few random extras! top of the poops, an architectural firm bc i saw a sign with their logo and thought it was cool but now i can't find their logo, waring ader space invaders because i saw someone's shirt with the little space invader guys and was like ooh the tate museum joel meyerowitz (and another page about him) wikipedia on gratin dauphinois, wikipedia page on doncaster for some reason i did not go there list of artworks at the national portrait gallery of scotland wikipedia page on the jacobite uprising of 1745 washi tape that would match the edinburgh one i bought there, tintin in the land of the soviets postcard that i didnt end up getting wikipedia for a quaich which is a traditional scottish bowl, a wiki page on the geology of arthur's seat, a book in the scottish national galleries that i thought about purchasing but didn't want to try and fit in my luggage (she is definitely one of my new favorite artists though) wikipedia page on lauryn hill for some reason not sure how i got there, wikipedia page on salome halpir this post was on tumblr and i tried to find the item in the victoria and albert museum but it was sadly not on display, one of the audio guides i listened to a bit of in the v & a, a scarf i almost bought in the v & a a google search for the fabric library at harrods because my mom mentioned that it existed but i could not find it search for blinq (apparently spelled that way) blossoms because of a cocktail my brother's friend ordered that had one as a garnish wikipedia page on the mechanical explanations of gravitation

watching: from wool to cloth using a historical weaving technique (jillian eve): oughhh colors

emma in the moment/made in the moment: a deep dive into the chunky boy crochet lore the crochet stardew valley pillow drama untangling the shocking tale of mystical creations yarn i tried red heart's new all in one granny square yarn

some crochet tips videos from play hooky with me

tiffanyferg: 'personal style' discourse hgtv is a gentrification masterclass cleantok villains and the morality of messiness

playing: a teeny bit of wizard101

making: fallow. well i guess i drew on some cards for my friend's bridal shower. but generally fallow.

eating: made deb smittenkitchen's delicious carrot cake recipe. mine was a little ugly but really really delicious. i bought a bag of preshredded carrots and just sort of roughly chopped em up a little smaller because i couldn't be assed to grate them. i also couldn't be assed to trim the cakes, i did two smaller round pans and stacked them up but because i didn't trim them they were a little wibbly. oh well.

i'm going to bake another cake for my brother's birthday next weekend and i'm between her chocolate olive oil cake (looks really easy) and bittersweet chocolate and pear cake (a little more involved but highly recommended by bee)

misc: my mom wanted to take a sailing class but didn't want to do it alone so she offered to pay for me to come. sure, said i! i have never sailed! i like learning new skills! reader, it is So Fucking Hot Outside. the wind died and we had to get towed back to shore. the sun was so strong. there are so many ropes with all different names and they all Do Something. sunday's class got cancelled/rescheduled because the weather was That Bad (hot as fuck and no wind) so we're doing it probably friday instead (and saturday. and sunday. it's two weekends in a row of both days at 9am yayyyyy) but i just hope the weather is. better.

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El simbolismo de las formas geométricas: Triángulo

El triángulo se relaciona con el número 3, que encierra el significado de la vida y la existencia: nacimiento, vida y muerte; pasado, presente y futuro; cuerpo, alma y espíritu; juventud, adultez y ancianidad. Se le atribuye a Aristóteles el triángulo retórico, que sirve para analizar un discurso por medio del ethos (credibilidad), pathos (emoción) y Logos (conocimiento). En el hinduismo, Brahma, Vishnu y Shiva son una triada: crean, sostienen y destruyen la vida.

En el mundo de la alquimia occidental, el triángulo se usó para representar los cuatro elementos:

Fuego (▲): Activo masculino. Representado por un triángulo apuntando hacia arriba, simboliza la ascensión, la energía y la transformación. El que apunte hacia arriba simboliza la forma en la que las llamas ascienden.

Aire (▲ con una línea horizontal): Activo masculino. También representado por un triángulo apuntando hacia arriba, pero con una línea horizontal a través de él, simboliza el equilibrio y la expansión. El aire se asocia con la humedad y el calor, y la línea horizontal sugiere la vastedad y el movimiento del aire.

Agua (▼): Pasivo femenino. Representado por un triángulo apuntando hacia abajo, simboliza la fluidez y la receptividad. El agua se asocia con la humedad y el frío, y el triángulo hacia abajo representa la naturaleza descendente del agua, fluyendo hacia abajo.

Tierra (▼ con una línea horizontal): Pasivo femenino. También representado por un triángulo apuntando hacia abajo, pero con una línea horizontal a través de él, simboliza la estabilidad y la solidez. La tierra se asocia con la sequedad y el frío, y la línea horizontal sugiere la firmeza y la estructura de la tierra.

El triángulo fue elegido para lo anterior dado que su base sugiere estabilidad, mientras que su punta simboliza movimiento; ambos conceptos combinan bien con la naturaleza de los cuatro elementos.

La pirámide está relacionada con el triángulo y evoca a una montaña; las construidas por las culturas mesoamericanas son, precisamente, representaciones de las montañas. La base de laspirámide cuadrangular simboliza lo terreno, mientras que su punta es el eje del mundo, alrededor del cual giran todos los hechos terrenos y naturales, como los cuatro puntos cardinales y las estaciones del año. El ser humano también esta simbolizado por la base; este asciende hacia la iluminación. Por ello, muchas pirámides fueron sitios de iniciación y umbrales que conducían a lugares más allá del terreno.

En el mundo cristiano, el 3 y el triángulo son los símbolos de Dios. Mientras que los santos llevan aureolas o nimbos circulares o hexagonales, Dios lleva una aureola triangular. Se trata de la representación de la Santísima Trinidad: padre, hijo y espíritu santo. Esta naturaleza triple también se puede ver en representaciones trifaciales de Dios o Cristo y en triángulos que contienen su anagrama.

El trébol, la arquería gótica con tres lóbulos, las montañas también son símbolos de Dios y su trinidad.

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Chichen Itzá.

"Trinidad trifacial", Escuela Anónima de Cusco, 1750 - 1770.

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Forged Divinity Chapter 22: Enjolras Puts Everyone to Bed

1578 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, references to past violence

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Enjolras carried Leannan up from the fishing platform onto the aft deck of the 80’ Voyager, dubbed Survivor, and went inside. She moved through the saloon, now filled with refugees sitting on the overstuffed and faded pair of chairs and couch, past the stairwell to the upper deck, past the galley, through to the dining area, lit in cold white by solar-powered lamps. There was another couch along the back – or really, the front of the vessel. The woman Leannan had brought with him sat on one end, assisted there by another La Libera agent, and Enjolras maneuvered around the table to lay Leannan down on the other end. There was a stairwell behind the couch down to the lower deck where there were several real beds, but the stairs were too narrow and steep to safely carry someone down. The couch would do for now.

Enjolras looked at the woman. She wore a bloodstained blue dress, and hunched in a way that indicated she was in pain. Sympathy flared in Enjolras’ chest.

“I’m Enjolras. What’s your name?” she asked softly.

“Jeanette,” the woman murmured, staring into the middle distance.

Enjolras’ sympathy evaporated.

“The Councilwoman,” she hissed. She slammed a hand down on the table and pointed the other at Leannan. “Did you rape him?”

Jeanette was startled out of her reverie, and blinked at Enjolras.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Enjolras’ hackles lowered a bit.

“But I did…” Jeanette looked at Leannan, her mouth twisting with guilt, “I did hit him. Once. And I teased him terribly. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Enjolras spun on her heel and went to the galley, fetching two glasses of water, the old pipes of the sink groaning when used but producing clean water from their reserves. She returned, handing one to Jeanette.

“Drink.”

Jeanette took the glass in shaking hands, her arms dipping when the weight was transferred to her, and drank eagerly.

Enjolras focused on Leannan; setting the second glass of water down, she knelt beside the couch and patted his cheek, speaking gently.

“Leannan? Come back to me, Leannan, come on, wake up.”

Leannan looked awful. He wore only a pair of shorts and that blasted company logo around his neck. His skin was smeared with ash and smoke, and a few smatterings of blood from DuPont’s headshot. His feet were bare and dirty, and one bled a bit at the heel. But at Enjolras’ touch and words he groaned, and lifted a hand to rub at his eye.

“Phineas?” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, Phineas isn’t here,” Enjolras reassured him, “I just need you to drink some water and then I’ll let you sleep, okay?”

She helped Leannan slowly sit up. He looked around, his eyes rimmed with red from the smoke exposure and his eyebrows pinched.

“We left Phineas behind?” he asked.

“We did,” Enjolras confirmed, “You’re safe now.”

Leannan’s face abruptly crumpled as he began to sob.

“I’m sorry!” he cried, “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!”

“Hej-ej-ej, it’s okay!” Enjolras grabbed his knee and smiled up at him from where she knelt, “Everything is okay now! Leannan – do you like the name Leannan? Would you rather I called you something…”

“Yes, no, please!” Leannan interrupted her, his sobbing redoubled, “Please let me keep Leannan! Please!”

“Okay! That’s okay. No one’s going to take your name away from you, I promise.”

“I promise, I can – I can be better than this,” Leannan babbled, swiping at the tears rolling down his face, “I’m just really, really tired, I’ll be okay tomorrow, I swear, I won’t be like this!”

“Okay!” Enjolras nodded, “You’ll be better tomorrow, but can you do something for me, Leannan? Can you drink some water?” She pointed at the glass of water on the table in front of him.

Leannan nodded and picked it up; drinking the water stifled his sobs, smoothed out his breathing, and he calmed down a bit. He set the glass back down after draining half of it.

“Great job,” Enjolras praised, “Thank you for doing that. Can you stand?” She stood herself, and offered her hands for support. Leannan took them and pulled himself to his feet.

“Leannan,” she caught his gaze with her eyes, “I’m going to take you to a bedroom, but it’s only so that you can sleep, okay? No one will bother you. Do you understand?”

Leannan stared at her, tear-streaked, exhausted, and uncomprehending, but he nodded anyway. Enjolras pursed her lips, and hoped this wouldn’t go sideways.

“Okay. Follow me.”

She grabbed a solar lamp and lead the way down the compact staircase to a minuscule breezeway between two bedrooms. She went into the left one where there were two twin beds. She turned to look at Leannan, who, even in his frazzled state, was marveling at the luscious antique woodwork and cabinetry the chamber was outfitted in, curved cozily around them to match the belly of the vessel.

“There’s a toilet and a shower just in there,” Enjolras pointed out a little nook with a sliding door, and Leannan nodded numbly. She set the lamp down on the small shelf between the two beds. “I’m leaving this here for you, okay? You can leave it on if you like.”

She moved through the cramped space around him back to the door, and Leannan turned to watch.

“You’re not staying?” he asked, almost sounding disappointed.

Enjolras knew that hopeful, worried look. They’d all had it, twelve years ago.

“No, Leannan. You’re here to sleep, nothing more.”

Leannan looked at the beds, then back to her, his expression lost.

“Is Phineas going to be okay?” he whispered, “We just left them there, what if they can’t get off the island?”

Enjolras couldn’t help but smile grimly.

“Don’t worry about Phineas. They always survive.”

~~~

Leannan swayed as he stepped out of the tiny shower. He had stared at the beautiful little beds in the beautiful little room for a good several minutes after Enjolras had left, trying to decide if it was worth getting one all dirty by lying in it, ash- and smoke-stained as he was. He had finally decided to clean up, and had taken a quick but deliciously hot shower. He now searched and found towels in one of the many built-in cabinets, and once dry he stepped over his discarded shorts on the floor and crawled into one bed. It was cool enough belowdecks with only one small glass window to have let in the previous day’s heat, that he could snuggle down under the light blanket.

It didn’t feel real. The hot shower. The cloud-like mattress beneath him. His new master Enjolras’ kindness. After the horror of the fire, seeing two men’s brains, and abandoning Phineas, it didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem fair.

A deep anxiety set into Leannan. Something bad was going to happen. He lay in bed, his aching, stinging eyes refusing to close. The reverberating hum of the engines sounded like the threatening growls of a massive creature.

Something bad was going to happen.

His bone-weary limbs settled heavier into the soft bed, but his brain fought against sleep.

Something bad was going to happen.

~~~

Enjolras folded her arms, staring Jeanette down.

“What are we going to do with you?” she asked.

Jeanette stared right back, her pale blue eyes stark against their red rims and dark bags, and said nothing.

Enjolras scanned her.

“Are you injured?”

“No,” Jeanette replied.

“But you’re sick, right?” Enjolras said, “That’s what I heard from the townsfolk.”

“Yes.” Jeanette’s cold gaze didn’t break.

“Sick with what?”

“No one knows.”

Enjolras sucked in a breath and slowly sighed it out. She had to do the right thing.

“How can we help?”

Jeanette had the decency to look surprised, but she quickly composed herself.

“If you have anything for pain, I would appreciate it. I have pains, all over my body. I also have a sensitive stomach. No dairy. No meat. I can rest here,” she gestured to the couch she sat upon, “If that’s alright – if I go down those stairs, I’m never making it back up.”

Enjolras sized her up.

“You’re small enough. I could carry you. Then you could have a shower and a real bed.”

“A shower? On a boat?” Jeanette’s eyebrow went up, “Quite the luxury vessel you have here.”

Enjolras chuckled.

“La Libera has its resources.”

“So I hear.”

Jeanette’s tone was loaded, but Enjolras ignored it, moving forward.

“Can I pick you up?”

The stairs were tricky, but Enjolras made it down with Jeanette in her arms and went into the bedroom on the right. It was a very round room, nestled into the prow of the yacht, centering a medium-sized bed. Enjolras set Jeanette down on the end.

“Do you need help cleaning up?”

“I don’t…” Jeanette’s icy facade suddenly cracked as she waved a tremulous hand, “I can’t, I have to lie down, I have to lie down.”

“Okay.” Enjolras backed off as Jeanette wincingly moved further onto the bed, finally lying down with a heavy sigh.

“I’ll bring you some painkillers,” Enjolras said, turning to leave.

“Oh, thank you,” Jeanette murmured, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead, “Thank you – what was your name?”

“Enjolras.”

“Thank you, Enjolras.”

When Enjolras returned with the bottle of pills, Jeanette was asleep. She tucked the bottle into Jeanette’s hand, and left.

There were fifteen others to take care of.

~~~

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Navega el Caos Viral

Portada que capture la atención sobre el problema del "caos" y la promesa de "control" y "ahorro". Concepto Visual: Fondo Principal: Una imagen abstracta de una red de rutas complejas y caóticas en tonos grises oscuros, con algunos destellos rojos (#FF3B30) representando el "ruido viral" o la ineficiencia. Elemento Central Destacado: Un timón de barco estilizado y moderno (color #003366 y #40E0D0) del cual emana una ruta clara, recta y eficiente (en #40E0D0) que corta a través del caos del fondo. Figuras "Virales" (sutil pero presente): Pequeñas siluetas estilizadas de las figuras deformadas (ojos saltones, pegados al móvil) en las zonas "caóticas" del fondo, como si fueran el origen del desorden que el timón viene a controlar. No deben ser el foco principal, sino el problema a superar. Título Principal (grande, Bebas Neue, color #FFFFFF o #40E0D0, sobre una banda oscura #003366): "NAVEGA EL CAOS VIRAL" Subtítulo (debajo, Roboto, color Gris Claro #ECEFF1): "Tu Timón para el Ahorro de Combustible y la Eficiencia Máxima en Reparto." Llamada a la Acción Implícita: El diseño debe generar intriga y la sensación de que este toolkit ofrece una solución real a un problema conocido pero visto desde una nueva perspectiva. Branding: Logo "Capitán de Flota Eficiente" en esquina inferior. Resultado Esperado (Descripción del Gráfico): Una portada moderna y dinámica. El contraste entre el fondo caótico (con las figuras virales sutiles) y la solución clara (timón y ruta eficiente) es el eje central. El título es corto e impactante.

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Navega el Caos Viral

Portada que capture la atención sobre el problema del "caos" y la promesa de "control" y "ahorro". Concepto Visual: Fondo Principal: Una imagen abstracta de una red de rutas complejas y caóticas en tonos grises oscuros, con algunos destellos rojos (#FF3B30) representando el "ruido viral" o la ineficiencia. Elemento Central Destacado: Un timón de barco estilizado y moderno (color #003366 y #40E0D0) del cual emana una ruta clara, recta y eficiente (en #40E0D0) que corta a través del caos del fondo. Figuras "Virales" (sutil pero presente): Pequeñas siluetas estilizadas de las figuras deformadas (ojos saltones, pegados al móvil) en las zonas "caóticas" del fondo, como si fueran el origen del desorden que el timón viene a controlar. No deben ser el foco principal, sino el problema a superar. Título Principal (grande, Bebas Neue, color #FFFFFF o #40E0D0, sobre una banda oscura #003366): "NAVEGA EL CAOS VIRAL" Subtítulo (debajo, Roboto, color Gris Claro #ECEFF1): "Tu Timón para el Ahorro de Combustible y la Eficiencia Máxima en Reparto." Llamada a la Acción Implícita: El diseño debe generar intriga y la sensación de que este toolkit ofrece una solución real a un problema conocido pero visto desde una nueva perspectiva. Branding: Logo "Capitán de Flota Eficiente" en esquina inferior. Resultado Esperado (Descripción del Gráfico): Una portada moderna y dinámica. El contraste entre el fondo caótico (con las figuras virales sutiles) y la solución clara (timón y ruta eficiente) es el eje central. El título es corto e impactante.

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Mapas Mentales Ninja

Infografía: "Desbloquea tu Mente Ninja: Mapas de Atajos al Estilo Einstein" Objetivo del Gráfico: Ilustrar la técnica de mapas mentales para organizar y aprender atajos. Layout: Un diseño central que representa un "cerebro" o "nodo principal" (podría ser un icono de tecla de Windows estilizado). De este nodo central emanan ramas de colores diferentes (usando el dorado, cian y gris claro). Contenido: Nodo Central: "ATAJOS MAESTROS" o el logo de Windows. Ramas Principales (Categorías): "Navegación Veloz", "Edición de Texto Samurai", "Gestión de Archivos Shuriken", "Comandos Secretos (Línea de Comandos)". Sub-Ramas (Atajos Específicos): Cada rama principal se subdivide con los atajos específicos (ej. Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, Win+D, Win+E) representados como pequeñas teclas o nodos secundarios. Iconos Pequeños: Se pueden añadir iconos ninja/superpoder discretos en algunas ramas para reforzar el tema (ej. un pequeño shuriken al lado de "Cortar", un rayo al lado de "Ejecutar"). Título de la Infografía: "DESBLOQUEA TU MENTE NINJA: Crea Mapas de Atajos Invencibles" (Tipografía impactante, color de acento). Resultado Esperado: Un ejemplo visual de cómo se puede organizar la información de los atajos de forma creativa y efectiva, inspirando al usuario a crear los suyos.

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Mapas Mentales Ninja

Infografía: "Desbloquea tu Mente Ninja: Mapas de Atajos al Estilo Einstein" Objetivo del Gráfico: Ilustrar la técnica de mapas mentales para organizar y aprender atajos. Layout: Un diseño central que representa un "cerebro" o "nodo principal" (podría ser un icono de tecla de Windows estilizado). De este nodo central emanan ramas de colores diferentes (usando el dorado, cian y gris claro). Contenido: Nodo Central: "ATAJOS MAESTROS" o el logo de Windows. Ramas Principales (Categorías): "Navegación Veloz", "Edición de Texto Samurai", "Gestión de Archivos Shuriken", "Comandos Secretos (Línea de Comandos)". Sub-Ramas (Atajos Específicos): Cada rama principal se subdivide con los atajos específicos (ej. Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, Win+D, Win+E) representados como pequeñas teclas o nodos secundarios. Iconos Pequeños: Se pueden añadir iconos ninja/superpoder discretos en algunas ramas para reforzar el tema (ej. un pequeño shuriken al lado de "Cortar", un rayo al lado de "Ejecutar"). Título de la Infografía: "DESBLOQUEA TU MENTE NINJA: Crea Mapas de Atajos Invencibles" (Tipografía impactante, color de acento). Resultado Esperado: Un ejemplo visual de cómo se puede organizar la información de los atajos de forma creativa y efectiva, inspirando al usuario a crear los suyos.

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Rostro Mecánico Hiperrealista

Crea un retrato conceptual hiperrealista de un rostro humano íntegramente formado por engranajes metálicos y componentes de circuito impreso. Los engranajes reemplazan todos los rasgos faciales: ojos, nariz, boca y contorno, con tornillos y ejes finos que articulan cada “músculo” mecánico. El metal es ligeramente pulido, con motas de óxido y reflejos sutiles. cada engranaje muestra los logos de las marcas más monopólicas ya sean de ocio, entretenimiento, moda, comida, bebida y demás. Alrededor de la cabeza aparece un halo de pantallas transparentes proyectando etiquetas de precio flotantes, gráficos de barras y líneas de tendencia en tonos neón (azul, verde y magenta), como si fueran hologramas. Algunas etiquetas llevan símbolos de moneda universal (€, $, ¥). Las pantallas emergen de circuitos impresos que se extienden desde el cráneo mecánico. El fondo es un espacio industrial tenue: tuberías oxidadas, texturas de hormigón y neblina ligera. Incorpora un juego de luces dramáticas tipo “claroscuro” que resalten la textura metálica y las proyecciones holográficas. La atmósfera debe transmitir la frialdad de la industria y la deshumanización: colores fríos dominantes, con un punto de luz cálida muy tenue detrás de la cabeza para crear profundidad. — Estilo visual: fotorrealismo con toques de arte digital conceptual, alta definición, hiperrealista. — Resolución: mínima 4K. — Relación de aspecto: cuadrada o 3:4 para enfatizar el rostro.

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Certificación Formal Estructurada

haces una presentación con estas informaciones, Estructura de una Certificación 1.Encabezado: - Nombre o logo de la institución/empresa. - Número de documento (opcional, si lleva control interno). - Lugar y fecha de emisión. 2.Título: - "*CERTIFICACIÓN*" (en mayúsculas y centrado). 3.Cuerpo del texto: -Declaración inicial: "Por medio de la presente se certifica que...". -Contenido específico: Datos verificados (ej.: tiempo laborado, estudios, etc.). 4.Cierre: - Firma y sello de la autoridad competente. - Nombre y cargo del firmante.