#How to get BIS certificate

[aleph-12india]

What is Bis certificate online

The Bureau of Indian Standards (BIS) is a vital organization operating under the Ministry of Consumer Affairs and Public Distribution of the Indian government. As the national standards agency, BIS plays a crucial role in maintaining product quality and safety standards in India. With the advancement of technology, BIS has embraced the digital era by offering BIS Certification Online, making it easier and more accessible for manufacturers to obtain certification for their products.

BIS Online provides a comprehensive platform for manufacturers to acquire the necessary certification for their goods. With over 20,000 Indian Standards (IS) and Priced Publications (PP), including numerous new standards and amendments, BIS ensures that products meet the required quality and safety benchmarks. If you're looking to obtain a BIS Certificate in India, it is advisable to seek assistance from Aleph INDIA, a trusted consultancy that specializes in BIS Certification.

There are various types of BIS Certificates available, depending on the nature of the product. The most recognized and widely used certification mark in the Indian subcontinent is the ISI mark. It serves as a symbol of quality assurance for industrial goods, instilling confidence in both Indian and global consumers. The hallmark, on the other hand, is a certification method specifically designed to verify the purity of gold and silver jewelry, assuring buyers of their authenticity and value.

For agricultural products, the AGMARK plays a crucial role in establishing quality standards. Developed by the Directorate of Marketing and Inspection (DMI), the AGMARK follows Indian Standards and ensures that consumers receive agricultural goods that meet the required benchmarks.

While obtaining product certification is voluntary, certain products fall under compulsory certification due to considerations of public health, safety, infrastructure requirements, and mass consumption. The Government of India mandates the certification of these products under various acts, emphasizing the significance of quality control and consumer protection.

The benefits of obtaining an ISI mark or BIS Online Certification are manifold. Firstly, it guarantees quality, safety, and trust in the product. The ISI mark indicates that the product has undergone rigorous testing and meets established standards, ensuring reliability for both Indian and global consumers. Additionally, the certification sets high-quality products apart from their inferior counterparts, allowing consumers to make informed choices and invest in reliable goods.

Another advantage of BIS Online Certification is the guarantee of product replacement. In the event that a certified product fails to meet the required standards, the manufacturer is obligated to replace it with a new one, ensuring that buyers receive value for their money. This commitment to consumer satisfaction further strengthens the trust and confidence placed in certified products.

Manufacturers of specified products, whether in India or abroad, can apply for ISI product Certification under the Compulsory Registration Scheme (CRS). The Ministry of Electronics and Information Technology (MietY) and the Ministry of New and Renewable Energy (MNRE) provide a list of products eligible for compulsory certification.

To obtain BIS Certification, manufacturers need to go through a thorough process that includes obtaining a license and undergoing surveillance. Aleph INDIA conducts audits to assess whether the applicant meets the BIS requirements. Once approved, a BIS license is issued, valid for two years from the date of purchase. The BIS appoints auditors to oversee and inspect the implementation and maintenance of the Management System, ensuring ongoing compliance with the required standards.

[orcelito]

I'm building up a rapport with the newest trans coworker. He's been here for a month or two now and he's pretty cool. Definitely in his sadboy era (judging by the music he listens to, which is SO me at age 20 ish. So like mood). Quiet, but with a wry sense of humor that's been coming out more lately.

I am very definitely out as Not Straight & he has seen this pretty clearly. Also since I'm in management I saw his birth certificate as part of paperwork stuff, so like. He's never upfront told me, but I know he's trans. I've never breathed a word of it to anyone, even to him tbh, so I hope he reads that as a good indicator that I'm Chill

I was complaining yesterday about how heavy the ginger juice was and he was just like "..Gender juice?" As in he misheard me and was genuinely confused what I was talking about. And I was just like. "Oh yeah. Gender Juice. Ya kno." Idk just one of those stupid things that purely cis ppl wouldn't joke about. So I rly hope he's getting not cis vibes from me. Bc I am not out as nonbinary at work bc Oof but like. We r Brothers, him and I. Maybe someday I can mention it. Idk

[induceindia]

BIS Certification for Bottled Water Dispensers

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[absoluteveritas1]

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[online-legal-advisors]

Use our simple and clear directions to register for your BIS online in India. Discover the exact steps involved in obtaining BIS certification, understand the paperwork that is required, and make sure that the products you provide are safe and up to Indian requirements. Launch your application right now to maintain compliance with Indian laws!

[bunthebreadboy]

OMG!!! A FELLOW AZUTARA SHIPPER!!

Please please please!!! What are your headcanons for this ship??? Like, how do you think they would meet and feel about each other? What would they feel when they realize they have a crush on the other??? And how do they get together???

And how do they navigate their relationship once they get to confess, considering they are both stubborn and that they would butt heads xD

AAAAAAAA, I wanna know all about it!!!

ok ok azutara headcanons GO:

these are not canon compliant cause we know how they meet and feel about each other and all that in canon lol

- azula isn’t evil by any means! yeah she’s a little bit of an asshole (or maybe a lot), but she was also a kid raised in an abusive household. katara on the other hand is a proud, self-proclaimed lovable asshole.

- they’ve been in the same social circle since they’re both kids of world leaders, but they weren’t fond of each other as kids.

- they forget about each other and meet again years later! when they’re adults, because you will never catch me writing an au where they’re 14. in canon, whatever. but i’m more comfortable writing characters closer to my age! you will also never catch me writing smut btw, it also makes me uncomfy.

- also azula has been in therapy since she became a legal adult and she has a good relationship with zuko because of it.

- so let’s say they meet again when they’re in their undergrad. neither of them recognize each other, both of em think of the other as “the smartass girl from my gen psych class”

- katara’s in bio pre-med but is 100% that girl that has three minors and a certificate in something. probably things like sociology, anthropology, women’s studies, etc.

- azula’s a business major. not by choice. i could definitely see her in something like forensic science or chemistry instead.

- anyways, they have a shared gen ed class and both of em are really into it because they both have mommy issues! which is why when they’re forced to work together on a project they decide they hate each other again.

- they realize that they knew each other in childhood when zuko and sokka walk into the water siblings’ shared apartment while katara and azula are fighting over making a powerpoint.

- katara makes an offhand comment about ozai being an asshole and azula just. loses it. bursts out crying. and katara’s there panicking like “oh my god what do i DO”

- katara ends up comforting azula and opens up about her mom to try and make azula feel less alone in the family trauma department. azula thinks she’s a dumbass but in a tsundere way where she secretly respects katara but won’t admit it.

- after that the two of em start hanging out out of class more often and (shocking, i know) enjoying each other’s presence

- katara realizes she has a crush first. it happens when they go to present their project and katara freezes up out of nowhere (which is so out of character for her) and azula immediately picks up her sentence and helps katara get through her part of the presentation

- so disaster bi katara ends up pining for at least a year because azula’s a dumbass who is subzero in flirting skills and completely oblivious

- azula’s also completely unaware that she’s gay as hell

- so azula realizes that she likes women…no not women…katara…at some sort of banquet where azula’s receiving a scholarship or smth and katara starts cheering for her from the audience (azula was tense, katara lightened the mood)

- so azula’s on stage having her gay awakening like “oh my god i’m in love with this dumbass who’s making a scene at this formal event and oh my god…” and as soon as she gets off stage she grabs katara’s hand and pulls her outside

- katara’s panicking and thinking azula’s pissed and goes to apologize but azula just. kisses her.

- katara’s immediate reaction is “fckin took you long enough”

- azula immediately goes red and is like “kat i realized i was gay less than five minutes ago please let me live”

- and therefore is subject to teasing for the rest of her life. the end.

[wingamy24]

Love all the stuff you’re doing for the jeffbritta girlies!!

And I know I’m asking for a lot but could you do like a little guide for their best episodes? Cuz when I sit down to watch a random episode I always forget what episodes have good moments with them that are not mixology certification lol

If this is too much to ask that’s okay💕

yesyesyesyeseyydysyeysyessegewghq

Okay, SO. This is my personal list of my go-to Jeffbritta episodes. Obviously not all of these are romantic: they're just focused on them or have funny interactions with them.

I love them and they deserve everything + endgame

Season 1

Season 1 has a BUNCH of Jeffbritta episodes, specially considering they were supposed to be the main couple of the show back then. My favorites are:

S1 E1 Pilot: Obviously.

S1 E3 Introduction To Film: Seize the day!

S1 E14 Interpretative Dance: This is the cute episode where Jeff brings flowers for Britta.

S1 E16 Communication Studies: This is the episode where Jeff gets drunk with Abed and ends up calling Britta and blablabla...

S1 E22 The Art Of Discourse: This one doesn't have any explicit Jeffbritta I think? It's just fun to see them make an evil plan to take revenge on some random highschoolers.

S1 E23 Modern Warfare: One of my (if it isn't my #1 favorite) favorite episodes of Community. The one where Jeff and Britta have sex in the study room table.

Season 2

On Season 2 we got a weirdly amount of Jeffannie episodes, but we still had our fair share of Jeffbritta episodes!

S2 E1 Anthropology 101: Not really Jeffbritta, but it's still fun watching them being gross in this episode, right?...right?

S2 E6 Epidemiology: Seeing Jeff walk around with Britta to give her drinks is funny.

S2 E10 Mixology Certification: This is an obvious one.

S2 E13 Celebrity Pharmacology: Cool cats. AKA, The Bi Panic™

S2 E16 Intermediate Documentary Filmmaking: That's Irak, stupid. WHAT DO I KNOW, I'M JEFF WINGER'S DUMB GAY DAD!

S2 E19 Critical Film Studies: This isn't really a Jeffbritta episode, but they match costumes... that's... that's enough, right

S2 21 Paradigms of Human Memory: Unrelated, but I just looked at the Wikipedia page, and it was almost entirely filmed in Universal Studios. The "popping the back of a raft makes it go faster" scene was filmed in a Jaws set! Anyway, we have the funny Jeffannie sequence, but it's a fun episode if you focus on Jeff and Britta, too.

S2 E22 Applied Anthropology and Culinary Arts: Not a lot of Jeffbritta, but still, fun and cute interactions.

Season 3

S3 E6 Advanced Gay: I love this episode so much, it's so ridiculous at so many levels. Also, Britta adressing Jeff's daddy issues is always fun.

S3 E11 Urban Matrimony and the Sandwich Arts: One of the many times Jeff and Britta almost get married.

S3 E12 Contemporary Impressionists: This is one of my favorites of all the show. It's so funny seeing Jeff be... whatever this is

S3 E21 The First Chang Dynasty: GothJeffandBrittaGothJeffandBritta

Season 4

It's amazing how many Jeffbritta moments the gas leak season gave us.

S4 E2 Paranormal Parentage: Again, Britta with Jeff's daddy issues.

S4 E5 Cooperative Escapism in Familial Relations: Britta helping Jeff is heartwarming. SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM YOU GUYS. Also, them in cars. You can never have enough Jeff and Britta in cars.

S4 E8 Herstory of Dance: This is also an episode I really like. Jeff and Britta are adorable in this one.

S4 E10 Intro to Knots: Greendale parents.

S4 E12 Heroic Origins: GUYS LOOK THEY MET EACH OTHER BEFORE

Season 5

I love the Jeffbritta episodes here, but at the same time... it's so cruel that they made all this build-up just for a Jeffannie ending. It's like they WANTED to make us suffer. Fuck you, Dan Harmon.

S5 E7 Bondage and Beta Male Sexuality: HE WANTS HER BACK

S5 E8 App Development and Condiments: mustard

S5 E12 Basic Story: I cried

S5 E13 Basic Sandwich: I also cried. RAGE TEARS

Season 6

I don't really like watching S6, buuuut I'm gonna say "S6 E6 Basic Email Security" for the short Jeffbritta banter.

...this is it. this took me two days. okay bye

[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 6 | Learning to Play

Chapter Six | Learning to Play

That night, Amanda and Mel went back to the park with the hand-sized boy and searched around the ground in hopes of finding some additional clues as to why he was all alone. Amanda showed Mel where she had found him and, sadly, there was no sign the area had been disturbed or returned to.

It was heart wrenching.

Was no one looking for him?

Amanda and Mel even set him back down by the base of the bench and walked several steps away, but that proved to be a disaster when the little boy chased after Amanda, whimpering and crying. He even charged into the thick blades of grass after her. It must have looked like a menacing jungle forest, but it didn’t seem to matter.

When Amanda approached, he timidly sniffled and held up his arms, as if to say “hold me” as his little fingers grasped at the air.

Amanda feared that the little boy might have seen something happen to one or both of his parents and that he knew Amanda was his only chance. She brought this up to Mel, who silently seemed to agree.

Needless to say, Mel and Amanda returned back to Amanda’s apartment and spent the evening discussing other facets of life. They had a picnic on the boxes and kept the boy between them as they ate and made plans for how to proceed. He had room to roam, but he mostly kept himself curled in Amanda’s hand and looked back and forth between Mel and her while they talked. He absorbed every word and seemed to know they were talking about him.

Specifically, how they were going to come up with an explanation for his existence without revealing him to the world.

“I’m just afraid of what’ll happen if I take him anywhere else to get him checked out or if they want too much proof. If he’s some kind of new species of human or some kind of government experiment that got out, I don’t want him shuffled off to some containment unit to be experimented on,” urged Amanda.

“I get what you’re saying, Mandy. But, that whole delayed birth certificate is going to be tricky,” reminded Mel. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Amanda felt the pressure of the little boy climbing back onto her fingers after retrieving another fragment of cracker and knew her answer immediately.

“Yes, I’m sure. If something happens or if I’m questioned, I’ll find the right things to say. Until then, I can’t just leave him,” replied Amanda. She brushed the boy’s shoulder with her thumb, which he leaned into. His thoughtful brown eyes gazed up at her as he gave her a crumb filled smile.

It was the look on the child’s face that said it all.

Mel and Amanda continued to talk well into the night as the infinitesimal boy fell asleep in Amanda’s hand, cracker on his chest and part of a blanket on his torso. Plans were made to meet up and have another check-up with the boy in a few days as well as plan out how they were going to get some documents for the little boy.

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you then,” grinned Mel. “No more monthly calls. I got promoted to weekly. Maybe even bi-weekly. All right!” They hugged and then Mel headed home for the night while Amanda shut herself in for the night.

The rule usually is never wake a sleeping baby, but the reasoning of making sure he was cleaned up and ready for bed was too much for Amanda to resist. She made sure the boy was tidy and had a little to drink before carrying him to her room where she placed him back into the box on his bed, fingers laying against him, as the two of them drifted off to sleep.

When Amanda woke up, she saw the little boy was curled fully into her hand using her thumb as a pillow. It was mesmerizing seeing the way his light sandy blonde hair fell over his eyes as he slept peacefully. Amanda had slept much better than the night before, which wasn’t much of a challenge, and was thankful the boy was getting some rest.

Not willing to wake him, Amanda carefully proceeded with the events of her day while keeping her hand level and steady. She kept the blanket from the box draped over him as she washed her face, retrieved her morning coffee, and brought her laptop to her room where she continued to type up her reports with just one hand.

Then, just like the day before, he stirred awake. He looked a little less confused than he did the day before, and his smile was the sunshine of the day as he looked up into Amanda’s eyes.

“Good morning,” she said. “Did you sleep so good? Ready to get some breakfast?” He nodded sleepily and pushed himself upright, looking up at Amanda thoughtfully before she stood and brought him to the bathroom.

While he ate on the kitchen counter, taking little bites and looking around while he chewed, Amanda thought about what kind of life he must have been living up until this point. Specifically, she was concerned when she brought up the concept of “play” and he had little to no reaction.

She wasn’t sure whether or not the boy knew how to play, which made her very sad. He was so sweet and deserved to know how to have fun.

In the meantime, she needed to get back to work. She would have time to devise a way to have fun with him during her lunch break and during dinner. She collected the little boy, making sure he wiped up with a wet washcloth, before bringing him back to her room.

The moment Amanda sat down, she knew working and keeping an eye on the child were going to be a challenge. For one, the little boy was gaining some energy back. Barely thirty-six hours after giving him some food and water and the boy was already climbing over the mountain of blankets on Amanda’s bed. Each one must have looked like a massive, fuzzy hill to the boy, but he didn’t seem to care. He climbed, hand over fist, to the top of each mound and rolled back down.

He never went far, but how quickly and how easily he tumbled down the soft, squashy surface of the comforter made Amanda’s heart pound and skip like a flat stone on water.

Then, the boy took to climbing on Amanda, clambering up her leg and then to her arm where he would try to get to her hands. He was gently plucked up and set to the side each time, which made him smile and, at one point, giggle even.

He seemed like he was having a good time, which was what mattered.

Maybe he did know how to play.

It was finally lunch time, and it was obvious the miniscule boy was hungry. When Amanda asked if he wanted to eat, he nodded and made no protest in climbing onto Amanda’s hand.

His ability to adapt is absolutely astounding. Seriously, he’s already showing so much trust. Is it meant to endear me to him? Like a survival technique? Or is it him actually trusting me?

Amanda thought about it from a perspectives point of view, and she shuddered to think of what it would be like to have something – someone – loom over her and be able to pick her up in a single hand.

He truly is remarkable.

Lunch was a very simple hot ham and cheese sandwich, which Amanda had to pinch because she was worried the boy wouldn’t be able to bite through the thick meat. She made a mental note to get the finely sliced meat next time she went to the store.

It was a surprise when he had no issue with it, small teeth obviously durable and able to tear apart meat.

Good to know thought Amanda.

The second half of the day involved Amanda giving the boy some cotton balls to toss around as well as watching him once again play daredevil and climb the new obstacle course Amanda had created out of pillows and blankets. His youth and size had nothing to do with how quick the little boy was as he darted around and climbed over the tall pillows.

The few times he took a tumble down the blankets, his body seemed to move on its own and instinct let him find the best way to slide down without getting hurt. It made Amanda more curious about what he could and could not do, but she would save those questions for another day.

She had something better in mind than pillows and blankets to test his abilities.

Amanda sent her final emails and messages to her co-workers before hoisting herself off of her bed. Dinner was going to be simple tonight and it was a good thing too. Tonight was going to be about play and fun.

Bringing him with her, Amanda set of into the living room and began laying out all of her boxes that needed unpacking in a kind of maze, creating passages and hallways while the boy took a nap in his much smaller box. She also included other elements like things for him to climb and jump off of.

It was having something occupy her mind that made her feel almost back to normal. She remembered fondly how her father would make elaborate constructions of cardboard and bedsheets just so she and her brother and sister could live in tents for months on end. They even made a joke that they wouldn’t need their rooms because they were going to live in tents for the rest of their lives.

Getting to make something like this now really and truly made Amanda feel like she was sharing part of her childhood with the boy. It made her heart ache slightly. She genuinely thought she would be doing this with her own children one of these days, but getting to do it now let her feel like she was glimpsing a reality that might have come to pass.

Perhaps one day, this dream could happen. Perhaps it wasn’t out of reach. Just the thought of it made her choke up, chest tightening uncomfortably as she stared longingly at the door, expecting the man she once loved to come through the door so they could begin again. Her mind raced and began filling in the blanks when she heard a soft coo from the box.

Amanda was brought back to the present as she glanced toward the sound, reminded of reality and saved from the life that could have been.

Clearing her throat and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she knelt and peered into the box where she spotted the child standing, hands pressed against the cardboard as he looked for a way out or up onto the ledge.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” smiled Amanda. He looked around and instantly smiled, holding her hands up and making a little grasping motion with his fingers to he could be held. “Good nap? I know. I know. Come on. Let’s get you out of there. I have a surprise for you.”

She rested her hand in the box and the little boy clambered up onto her curled fingers as though he had done it all of his life.

“We’re going to play maze, okay? Like you were playing earlier with the blankets and pillows,” said Amanda. He looked a bit confused at first, but the mention of the pillows and blankets earlier seemed to connect in his youthful mind. So, when Amanda sat on top of the nearest box and laid her hand down into the columns of boxes, it took a few moments for him to see the mounds of pillows for what they were – a playbox.

He carefully walked off of Amanda’s hand and approached the pillows before climbing on top of them. His fists snagged handfuls of fabric as he climbed to the top and, seeing the sheet slide, tumbled all the way down before looking back at Amanda and smiling.

It was like watching him take his first steps, a happiness sparking in Amanda like nothing she had experienced. The boy scuddled up to the edge of the next box and instinctually peered around it before running to the next bundle of blankets and climbing up them. This next one was taller, and his slide down actually made him laugh as he slid down the taut sheets.

It made Amanda’s face light up as she watched him go from activity to activity.

Another element that fascinated her was how the little boy approached the maze. Despite his age, he took the same left turn until he seemed to recognize an area. Only when he recognized where he was that he would add in a new left or right turn. It was almost like he was memorizing the paths Amanda had laid out for him.

The other activities were a little harder for the young child to get. Rolling the marbles and hitting the others made Amanda realize he was strong, but not quite that strong. Chasing him with her running fingers made him squeal in fear until he realized Amanda wasn’t actually chasing him, and soon it was his second favorite next to tumbling down the sheets.

The two of them played in the box maze for nearly an hour before the boy showed any indication of tiring, and even then he was reluctant to return to Amanda because he wanted to rest in the maze and keep playing once he had recovered.

Amanda’s compromise was to let him stay and play as long as he stayed close to the pillows she left him by while she got dinner started. She hurried over to the kitchen and quickly poured in noodles for macaroni and cheese and set the water to boil before hurrying back to the boxes to see the boy. Like she asked, he hadn’t moved from the stack of pillows and was waiting patiently for her to come back just as she said she would.

It wasn’t until the two of them made eye-contact, however, that made Amanda question her action. The boy looked worried, his little chest rising and falling quickly as he looked up at Amanda, before melting into relief. His hands immediately lifted, and he made the familiar grabbing motion for her to pick him up.

Amanda’s mouth slackened as a horrid thought occurred.

Was that what his parents told him? Did they ask him to stay… and he obeyed? Only to be abandoned and left alone?

“Come here, sweetie,” smiled Amanda. “See? I’m back, just like I said I would be.” After a minute, Amanda realized he didn’t want to be left alone, no matter how fun the boxes were, and elected to stay with her. It made her feel guilty and was something Amanda wanted to work on to give him a secure attachment, but it was alright for now.

The rest of the evening went smoothly as they fixed dinner together and ate in relative silence. Amanda decided she needed to wear something with a front pocket so she could place the little boy there while she worked on baking and cooking. The two of them cleaned up in the bathroom, Amanda needing to coax the boy into the water once again, before tucking him into bed all snuggly and clean.

She drifted to sleep with her hand in the box and the feeling of the boy pressed against her fingers. Today was the first of many steps for the two of them. Tomorrow, she would investigate the playground again and keep doing so until she was satisfied no one was truly coming for him.

The thought, however, made her heart hurt. He was growing on her so quickly, but it would be the right thing to do. Even if she, only after a couple of days, was already so attached to the little guy.

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[w1ld-wr1t3r]

trick or treat 🫶

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . a snippet from a WIP! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Since this is a fic you guys seemed excited about (at least according to the poll I held), here's a sneak peek at the Norrix proposal fic!

“Is that what you really want, though?” he asked, voice soft. “Something so blatant and public?”

Martijn gave him a gentle squeeze. “I’d love it if you proposed to me in parc fermé in Abu Dhabi. I’d also love it if you did it over a candlelit dinner. Or if you proposed right here on the balcony,” he said. “If you ask me to marry you, it won’t matter where we are, as long as it’s you asking.”

Lando squeezed him back, his face starting to hurt from smiling. In his mind, he was thinking over his to-do list and mentally putting “go ring shopping” at the very top. He already had a few ideas in mind, but he actually had to order something if he wanted to finally pop the question. And yeah, he could do it without a ring and get one later, but Martijn was special. He deserved a perfect proposal, ring and all.

Really, there was nothing stopping them from just getting a marriage certificate right now. But Lando had always insisted that when the time came, he wanted to do everything the way he’d always dreamed – the way Martijn deserved. And that meant a heartfelt proposal to the man he loved.

He’d already told Martijn that if he wanted to ask first, then he was more than welcome to go right ahead. Lando would probably say yes before the question was even out of his mouth. He would smile and cry and probably say “I love you” so many times he would forget how to say anything else. He wouldn’t mind at all if Martijn proposed to him first. He just knew that if he had the chance to ask first, he had to make it amazing. He loved Martijn too much to make it anything less.

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Shout-out to @f1-disaster-bi for the original idea for this fic. Someone in their asks suggested the idea and I said that if they weren't going to write it, I would. Thank you for giving me your blessing!

[justanotherboringwriter]

||Awkward Birthday Date.||

Summary; awkward time for a birthday date but *pukes*

A/N; I HC Erron has emetophobia (fear of vomit/vomiting) but he has to deal with it for the sake of Kano and that’s why Kano ends up cutting back on drinking ·3·

Word count; 851.

Kano parked his car, hopping out. “Erron!” He yelled out to the cowboy, making the man look back. “Fuck, not this again.” Erron muttered, annoyed. “Kano, I told you already; I’m done with The Black Dragon and I’m done with you. Stop trying to convince me to come back, it won’t work.” He added.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Kano huffed angrily. “Y’know how long I’ve been searchin’ for you? Months! Hell, probably much, much longer because of all the different realms time zones I traveled in just to come here and be told it was for nothin’?!” He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “I don’t know if my sleepin’ and eatin’ schedule will ever recover from how many times my internal clock changed!”

“I’ll probably never be able to adapt back to my normal schedules. I didn’t come here for fuckin’ nothin’!” Kano yelled, his face turning red. “You’re gonna get your ass over here and get in this car! I planned an entire birthday for you just so we could have a cute little date together!” He added, absolutely irate at this point. He panted, his head hung low as his hair, now a mop of overgrown curls that could cover his face, completely concealed his expressions.

He took a few shaky steps back, leaning on the car and grumbling to himself. Against his better judgment, Erron rushed over. He placed a hand on Kano’s back, “Are ya okay?” “Obviously fuckin’ not. My body had no time to adapt to the different time zones..I’ve been feelin’ weird since this mornin’. Feels like I got disemboweled and my heart…” Kano groaned as Erron sighed. “Fuck, lemme guess, you’re drunk?” The cowboy said, quickly becoming annoyed. Kano jumbled his words, “Mmmm..Nooo.” He managed to slur out. “Haven’t drank innn so long…” He added.

Erron felt Kano trembling under his hand. “Boss, I think you’re goin’ through withdrawals. Bout as sweaty as a man in the Sahara.” He noted.

Kano suddenly retched.

Erron rubbed his back, “Alright. Let it out, y’got any water in the SUV?” Kano’s shaky hand rummaged around in his pocket and took out some keys. Erron took the keys and opened the SUV, searching for water inside as Kano continued retching. “Sounds horrible.” Erron said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “It is!” Kano managed to get out before Erron heard a loud retch and a liquid splashing on the ground.

The cowboy groaned in disgust as he heard another splash. Then another. “My god, you need to get that checked out. You’re pukin’ a month’s worth of food!” He said as he pooped down a seat in the middle row, crawling into the bag and checking the bags there.

“Mmm, nutritious!” Kano chuckled in a hoarse voice. “Ew, don’t say that!” “Looks good.” Kano laughed as he coughed, retching again. “No!” Erron yelled from the backseat. “Stop!”

Kano gasped, “I think I’m done for a while. Uh, find that water yet? Gonna need it, Red.” He coughed violently, his throat dry and sour from forcing everything out. “I’m finding it.” Erron sighed, finally locating a pack of water bottles and effortlessly sliding a knife out, cutting the plastic and sliding a water bottle out. “Got it!” “My guardian angel..” Kano joked. “Just hold it out. Don’t look, it looks fucking disgusting.” Erron scrunched up his face, looking off and holding out the bottle. Kano took the bottle and popped it open, drinking it and gasping afterwards.

“Um, so, does this ruin our birthday date?” The Australian asked. “Like is this..a turn off? Or, rather, enough of a turn off to end the date? Or are we still breaking up..” “Wait, how do you know July 30th is my birthday? My birth certificate is so old it’s not even dust and it’s been like that for centuries..” Erron realized.

“Erron, I was abused as a child; I know when someone has that ‘I wish people knew it was my birthday’ look, you idiot. And Happy Birthday, I guess? You’re even older, hoorah.” Kano mocked.

“Thanks..It feels like forever since somebody’s wished me a Happy Birthday.” “Erron, I’m very much sure I’m basically the only person who’s ever wished you a Happy Birthday.” Kano replied, “But you’re welcome.” He smiled. Erron glanced over, seeing Kano’s smile and blushing. “You make me regret running away. Also, we’re not breaking up.” He sighed grudgingly.

“Nice. Keys?” Kano held out his hands and Erron gave him the keys. Kano shut the door and walked around, getting into the driver’s seat.

“So, what’s the plan for my birthday date? Is it gonna be some big bash?” “We’ll watch 70’s to 90’s horror movies and cuddle. Good? Good.” “Fuck yeah.” Erron smirked, excited.

Kano nodded and started driving. “Put your seatbelt on, we’re off road.” “I know, darlin’. Don’t gotta treat me like a kid.” “Gotta make sure you’re in one piece for our cuddle session, y’know?” Kano chuckled. “Alright, I’m gettin’ my seatbelt on. Don’t try to drive like a dumbass.” He jokingly chastised the Australian. “...Sure.”

[aleph-12india]

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The Mawkin believe in learning by doing, which is why they have little rooms with which to bestow upgrades upon fledgling warriors. Some of the morph ball paths Samus goes through in Dread are defunct + repurposed maintenance chutes, and a few locations (particularly in Ghavoran and Artaria) were set up with the express purpose of serving as testing grounds. The statue rooms are pilgrimage sites whose stone guardians serve as an emissary of the ancestors, bestowing the gifts their people and the Chozo collectively have long developed unto promising warriors.

The process of earning an arm cannon is a whole thing in and of itself: special firearms training is required for certification if a warrior intends on using it in any official military capacity or seeks an upgrade. The power suit as a whole requires its own post because there's a whole culture around it: today I'll just talk about how youngsters earn their first set of basic upgrades.

Let's set the scene. You're a freshly minted warrior between 10 and 30 years of age: you sit on the character spectrum between a kid who wants to make this power suit the focus of your education and someone who has just decided they want to get serious about the whole power suit thing. Maybe it's a cultural curiosity for you: maybe you want to do it for the sake of tradition, maybe you want to put yourself through this to build character. Perhaps you're just seeking a new experience, or looking to supplement your actual area of study with something different. Some warriors, especially those whose family tree includes storied wielders or scientists who developed advancements in power suit technology, are heavily encouraged by their families to take on their own power suit. If you're heading into the military, you're going to be put through a similar series of tests anyways: you might as well get ahead of the game.

So you've passed the knowledge tests on theology, the technology surrounding the suits, and the history of the technology's advancement. The first and third of these are not strictly a prerequisite for the bestowal of a suit: your uncle snagged their suit first and dove head-first into the philosophy and history once they had a grip on how to work it. You wear the suit for two hours a day to start, familiarizing yourself with the mind-to-matter components and getting a feel for your new bio-metallic exoskeleton.

The suit's basic functions are useful, but you want a little more. You go in for your bi-weekly check-in with the team of suit architects and physicians who eased you into the tech, and you get a tip about an old research outpost by the geothermal processing plant in Artaria. It'll take a bit of effort (hope you've figured out how to land on your feet comfortably from a high distance), but it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to reach.

By this point, more people were working their jobs in and around what we people of real life would designate an "EMMI Zone". Artaria's EMMi Zone was originally a hub for power and environmental control infrastructure overseen by a pair of biological computers. The robots take care of the place, but the touch of a living soul was still tantamount: you'd pass technicians keeping tabs on heating and cooling systems, sanitation agents, civilian personnel and the odd researcher working a project down here in the sticks.

After a fair stroll and perhaps a bit of jumping, you'd find yourself in a compact, contemplative, temperature-controlled room with none but a statue for company. It's eerily quiet, bit the statue looks friendly: it's obviously offering you a gift. Shoot the casing off your present, which is emitting an energy signature your suit bristles almost eagerly at upon approach, and you've found yourself the grapple beam.

The trial doesn't lie in simply acquiring to the beam: it's getting out of the hole the technicians who invented the damn thing put it in. The spider magnet is a standard-issue upgrade that most people acquire through basic testing rather than a statue trial, so grabbing the magnetized walls isn't an issue. Your job is to get a grip on your new toy: figure out how it works so you can get out of the hole.

Most of the "fun" upgrades are locked behind minor tests like this which everyone with a suit has some knowledge of. For some upgrades, warriors are told outright where they are after a certain point in their education. Others are just sitting in the wilderness waiting for the enterprising individual to seek them out. You are guaranteed to collect them all if you fully immerse yourself in the study of the history of power suit development. Upgrade locations are extensively documented: you just have to either find them or be granted access by some means. Some upgrades were designed to be taken freely by whoever's clever enough to find them, but your basic education in suit tech is enough to nab you all the important stuff. In fact, warriors are routinely assigned an upgrade trial to complete by their technicians or professors as part of their education.

Not every upgrade is locked behind a scavenger hunt or a unit test: others require specialized training to receive, and some are granted out of necessity for one's chosen career path. An engineer with a power suit who specializes in underwater infrastructure requires the gravity suit. The varia installation is standard for those working in high-temperature environments.

The reason people aren't granted everything right off the bat has to do with the way the suit and flesh interact: you don't want to overwhelm a new powersuit user with a bunch of new powers while they're just getting accustomed to the way the suit interfaces with their central nervous system. If you botch suit-flesh-mind integration, you can seriously injured the receiving party. Samus has been wearing her suit for decades at this point: she doesn't need to be eased into earning new toys. Having everything snatched away from her on a dime is physically taxing in a uniquely awful way, but she's a seasoned warrior: she can adjust to traumatic change on the fly.

[beylinine]

eddsworld headcanons go!!!

remembered this is my blog and i can post whatever i want

why is this so much, i even tried to condense it ToT

i love these guys idc idc

linking to this doodle i made of them for visuals

For age sake in this, post- The End

Edward 'Edd' Golbey (27, 187cm/ 6'1, unlabelled-demisexual) 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Mexican heritage, knows a little bit of culture from maternal grandpa

-few holiday traditions, simple spanish (Swears, as well ofc), music

Has lived in the same area in North London all of his life

School subjects would be like Art (ofc), Media Studies, and Maths (idk how GCSEs worked in the early 2000s but wtv)

Middle child. Older sister Lucielle and younger brother Oliver

Met Matt in primary. Met Tord in sixth form. Met Tom in uni.

Divorce, clean break. Single mum Clara, double christmas dad Charles

Family home, people moved out, mum went to live with new husband in the West Country.

-Edd last man standing, with Ringo

Rescued Ringo after he left school

Degree in Mathematics, worked private sector for a few years before quitting and focusing on art

will help family and friends with taxes for money

relationships and friendships mean a lot to him

was a lowkey menace as a kid, matt can confirm, but has become a gentle giant

Likes coins, appreciating their designs, but can't collect them because he will spend them

Loves, LOVES Halloween (Mainly bc it's also his birthday)

Competitive with racing games

he's just a lad

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Internally, absolutely devastated over what Tord did.

he thought that they were...he though that they were friends

Doesn't believe it actually happened, he tells himself as he takes the trash down to the building's bin room

Matthew McLloyd (27, 181cm/ 5'11, asexual panromantic)

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Was born in Ireland but moved closer to mum's family when he was young.

Only child, pampered for real

Messy divorce when he was a teen, single mam Louise & resentment for dad

Focus on English and language in school, but has always been fascinated by hair salons which led to him getting certified after school

Doesn't trust anyone else with his own hair, lets be real

Edd's teacher appointed best friend

Low-key mean boy during his teens but learns to hide his attitude as he gets older

Did not really like Tord or Tom when they started hanging out around Edd, but learned to tolerate and sometimes enjoy their friendship

Works at a local hair salon and loves to gossips like its no ones business

Dislikes ketchup

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tries to keep a level head and high spirits after everything, knowing edd and tom went through a lot

Thomas Jack Pinnell (24, 171cm/ 5'7, bi-demiromantic)

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Grew up in Oxford

English Ama, Lina Pinnell. American Dad, Vincent Namli. Were together but not married.

-RIP dad when he was young

Older sister Maya, fighting yet got his interests from her (helping his sister dye her hair in their bathroom in exchange for staying up past bedtime)

Mum started seeing an old boyfriend of hers, William, after being a widow for a few years

-Awkward but chill stepdad-stepchildren situation

Focused on Music (ofc), geography, and home-economics in school

Was made fun of for height (and home-ec) but fought back. lots of detention and visits to the nurse as a teen

-yet he also was also a bully for a bit

Went to uni for technology, got a local job as a bartender for free drinks

-got his bartending certification

Dropped out after a year, but stayed around in a dingy flat, still working at the bar and doing odd jobs here and there

Kept hanging out with Edd, Matt, and Tord for the vibes

Played bass in his spare time, got better at cooking

Collects pins/badges of his favourite bands, shows, movies, and random ones

a bit scared of horses, there's just something about them

Friendship with Tord goes down after about a year or two, physical fights sours a lot of their meetings, so they don't talk to each other when possible

Moves in with Edd only after another year or so go by because he can't stand the idea of living with Tord, but for a cut back on rent and bigger room some sacrifices must be made

the two manage to tolerate one another, but after more years, it goes back to shit

Gets a job as a bartender at a popular music venue, free drinks and music? yes

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terrified of death. will wake up screaming at night from memories of the house crumbling around him

Tord Vicente Nilsen (25, 177cm/ 5'9, pansexual)

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Ama, Violeta Sepúlveda. Papp, Espen Nilsen.

Two sisters, Andrea and younger Elise. Older Cousin, Nilo.

-Papp fell in love with Ma while on a trip to Santiago. Wrote to her for two years before going back to marry her. Violeta was raising her dead sister’s son, Nilo, as her own, Espen didnt mind and welcomed him.

-Lived with her for two years in Chile, had Andrea there, moved everyone to Norway later and had Tord and Elise there.

When Tord was 14, the family moved to England for a change.

-Focused on technology, science, and art in school

Was very welcomed by Edd at school, even though the year differences, they both liked drawing and the same games

Spanish, Norwegian, and English speaker

Football lad, F1 enjoyer, overall competitive

loser in his early adult years,

-Goes to school for engineering

Kept talking and hanging out with Edd, and Matt was there too

Losing a game to Tom domino effect to take over the world?

-not quite but it was start of the frenemies.

-he was shorter and younger, add the anger issues, it was so easy for Tord to poke fun

Partakes in protests about issues he cares about and enjoyed making the occasional political cartoon

Tinkerbell more like TinkerTord, always tinkering away in his room as he moves in with Edd at the end of uni since his parents had moved back to Norway

-one of his sisters and cousin moved across the isles.

Picked up smoking during uni but only does it once in a while

A very proud man (though he do be a loser still)

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yeah thats it for now, i'll update and change this around for my own reference but eee

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas, so I don't really know how this works, but I really to get things out so I thought maybe this would help? I don't know, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not being a burden or anything, feel free to ignore this if you want

So, a little context, I'm a minor (younger end of teen) and I currently live in a country different than my own and don't speak the language well (I can only say basic things like please, thank you, etc) so getting help from public/government service thingies aren't really an option.

I am a girl, at least to everyone and everything else? Okay, I really don't know how to phrase this, like, afab, except I'm not trans, or am I? ??? Very lost in the gender section of life, am I a boy? Like, I used to like or at least not mind skirts and dresses, and now if I absolutely have to wear them I will, but I don't enjoy wearing them? And sometimes I do wear fancy dresses for fancy things, and I want to look pretty in the feminine sense, but not in the way of oh, I want to be this but more like oh, I want this doll to look pretty kind of way except I'm the doll? I kind of wish I was born a boy (even not for gender stuff but my grandparents are kind of sexist? Like my maternal ones are better but my paternal ones secretly really wish I was born a boy? And really it would've made life a lot easier) and I hate my boobs and I wish they would just go away and I'd have a flat chest again. It's not like I throw up or get nauseous or anything from well, being a girl, but I kind of don't want to? But if I have to do so for the rest of my life I would tolerate it? And when I was like a kid I was never like oh, I'm a boy I'm a boy (I did go through a phase where I wanted to pee standing up like a boy but that was a weird phase and we don't talk about that). I also have long-ish hair and I kind of want to cut it all off to be super short and well, boyish, but I can never really bring myself to do it because that'd be too much of a change for everyone else and I have bad memories of being made to cut my hair short in a way I didn't want.

Even if I was trans, I can't transition or at least, I don't think I'm brave enough to. The country I live in is supportive, and I do have citizenship in a country that is supportive, but I also have citizenship in one that is not and that's sort of a problem. My family (both my parents and extended, no siblings) is also a problem because they're kinda conservative, not like send your gay kid to conversion camp and kick them out conservative but like it's wrong conservative (mostly for trans people, being in a more open minded country has made them start to slightly tolerate the gays - shh, don't tell them I'm bi) and I feel like if I told them it would just change things and while they're not especially good now, they're not bad either and I want it to stay that way. There's also legal stuff like birth certificate (was born in different country than country I am in now and places I have citizenship in), account changes, and other personal stuff

I don't really match what people say dysphoria is like, and I feel like if I am trans I'm like a poser and I don't really know what to do and while my friends would be supportive I don't know how to tell them, and I know that because I have a rather large friend group it'll inevitably get out to the whole school and I don't want to be that kid

So yeah, sorry for dumping all the gender problems my sorry ass has on you, and again, if you want to ignore this you can definitely do so, I won't be upset or anything

Hi hon!

Okay, two things: First, you're getting WAY ahead of yourself, here. One step at a time. You're not sure about anything yet, so let's figure it out first, okay? Take some time, do some research and self-reflection, maybe find a few trusted people and try out some pronouns, some different ways of expressing your gender, explore a bit!

Second, if you do come to the conclusion you're trans, you don't HAVE to do anything. The only thing you have to do is whatever you're comfortable with. There's no pressure <3

Last, being trans is different for everyone. Dysphoria, needs, preferences...it varies. If you feel trans, you're not faking it.

Like I said: take some breaths and take some time. Do some research- look into trans creators who talk about being trans, and see if you can relate. Find reliable sources that talk about it. See if your feelings are reflected in those things you find. And remember that there's no pressure to label yourself or make any decisions <3

And you are NOT a burden.

Sending love!

Naming you context anon!

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