#LED Flat Panel Light

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LED Flat Panel Light Applications – Commercial & Residential

As advancements in lighting technology continue to evolve, LED Flat Panel Light systems have emerged as a premier choice for both functional and aesthetic purposes within commercial and residential contexts. These fixtures are celebrated for their sleek design, energy efficiency, and superior illumination quality, making them a favored option among architects, homeowners, and business proprietors. This article delves into the multifaceted applications of LED Flat Panel Lights, showcasing their adaptability and benefits across various settings.

Commercial Applications of LED Flat Panel Lights

Office Environments

LED Flat Panel Lights are particularly advantageous in office settings due to their uniform light dispersion and minimal glare, which contribute to reducing eye strain and fatigue among employees. The luminosity provided is conducive to heightened productivity and fosters an inviting work atmosphere. Furthermore, their ability to be integrated seamlessly into ceilings enhances the aesthetic appeal, aligning with contemporary office design principles.

Retail Outlets

In the retail sector, the quality of lighting can significantly influence consumer perception and purchasing behavior. LED Flat Panel Lights excel in color rendering, making merchandise appear more attractive by highlighting vibrant colors and intricate details. This enhancement in visual presentation can positively affect the consumer's shopping experience and encourage sales.

Educational Facilities

Educational institutions, from schools to universities, find substantial benefits in adopting LED Flat Panel Lights. The significant energy savings achieved are crucial for budget adherence, while the superior quality of light enhances student concentration and reduces the incidence of headaches, thereby promoting a more effective learning environment.

Healthcare Facilities

Appropriate lighting in healthcare settings is imperative. LED Flat Panel Lights are ideal as they do not produce flicker and operate quietly, which are vital characteristics for maintaining a calm and focused atmosphere. The soothing quality of light aids in patient comfort and assists medical staff in performing precise tasks.

Residential Applications of LED Flat Panel Lights

Kitchens

Effective lighting is essential in kitchens for both functionality and safety. LED Flat Panel Lights can be strategically placed under cabinets to illuminate workspaces, facilitating tasks such as chopping and cooking with improved visibility. Their slim design integrates smoothly into modern kitchen aesthetics without being intrusive.

Living Rooms

In residential living areas, LED Flat Panel Lights transform spaces by offering a sleek, contemporary look along with versatile lighting options through dimming features. They enable the creation of varied ambiances within the same area, suitable for both relaxation and social gatherings.

Bathrooms

LED Flat Panel Lights are particularly suitable for bathroom settings due to their moisture resistance and ability to provide clear, consistent lighting, which simplifies daily routines like makeup application or shaving. The modern design of these lights complements contemporary bathroom decor, enhancing overall aesthetics.

Conclusion

LED Flat Panel Lights represent a dynamic and efficient lighting solution suitable for a wide array of commercial and residential applications. Their extensive adaptability and functionality underscore their effectiveness in enhancing both the utility and aesthetic appeal of various spaces. From optimizing productivity in workplace environments to elevating interior design in homes, LED Flat Panel Light systems stand out as a pragmatic choice that aligns with ongoing trends in energy conservation and technological innovation. Their sustained preference in the market underscores their potential for continued relevance in future lighting solutions.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Modern Lighting Solutions——Panel Light

In today's world, energy efficiency and superior lighting quality are paramount. One lighting solution that has gained significant popularity in both residential and commercial spaces is the panel light. This comprehensive guide aims to provide a detailed understanding of panel lights, including their features  benefits and pre-installation preparation.

Section 1: Understanding Panel Lights

1.What are Panel Light?

Panel light, also known as LED panel light, are flat, thin, and lightweight lighting fixtures that provide uniform and glare-free illumination. They consist of a frame, a light guide plate, and LED chips, which emit light when an electrical current passes through them.

2.Features of Panel Lights

Energy Efficiency: Panel lights consume significantly less energy compared to traditional lighting solutions, resulting in reduced electricity bills and environmental impact.

Long Lifespan: With an average lifespan of 50,000 hours or more, panel lights require minimal maintenance and replacement.

Superior Light Quality: Panel lights offer even and flicker-free illumination, reducing eye strain and creating a comfortable environment.

Versatility: Available in various sizes, shapes, and color temperatures, panel lights can be customized to suit different spaces and lighting requirements.

Section 2: Benefits of Panel Lights

1.Energy Efficiency and Cost Savings

Panel lights use LED technology, which is highly energy-efficient. They convert a higher percentage of electrical energy into light, minimizing wasted energy as heat. This efficiency translates into substantial cost savings on electricity bills over the long term.

2. Long Lifespan and Reduced Maintenance

With an average lifespan of 50,000 hours or more, panel lights outlast traditional lighting solutions by a significant margin. This longevity reduces the need for frequent replacements and maintenance, saving both time and money.

3.Superior Light Quality and Visual Comfort

Panel lights provide uniform and flicker-free illumination, eliminating harsh shadows and reducing eye strain. The even distribution of light creates a comfortable and visually appealing environment for various applications, such as offices, schools, hospitals, and retail spaces.

4.Environmentally Friendly

Due to their energy efficiency and long lifespan, panel lights contribute to a reduced carbon footprint. They produce fewer greenhouse gas emissions and require fewer resources for manufacturing and disposal compared to traditional lighting solutions.

5.Versatility and Design Flexibility

Panel lights are available in various sizes, shapes, and color temperatures, allowing for customization to suit different spaces and design preferences. They can be recessed, surface-mounted, or suspended, making them suitable for a wide range of applications.

Section 3: Pre-installation Preparation

Before installing panel lights, it is essential to assess the lighting requirements and determine the appropriate placement. Ensure that the electrical wiring and connections are in good condition, and switch off the power supply to the area where the installation will take place.

Panel lights are a modern lighting solution that offers numerous benefits, including energy efficiency, long lifespan, superior light quality, and design flexibility. By embracing panel lights, both residential and commercial spaces can enhance their ambiance and functionality while enjoying significant cost savings and environmental benefits. Whether it's for offices, schools, hospitals, or retail spaces, panel lights provide a reliable and efficient lighting solution that meets the demands of modern-day lighting requirements. Make the switch to panel lights and experience the transformative power of innovative lighting technology.

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Closet Flat Panel

Walk-in closet - mid-sized contemporary gender-neutral medium tone wood floor and brown floor walk-in closet idea with flat-panel cabinets and white cabinets

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Closet Flat Panel Walk-in closet - mid-sized contemporary gender-neutral medium tone wood floor and brown floor walk-in closet idea with flat-panel cabinets and white cabinets

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Closet - Modern Closet Large image of a men's walk-in closet with flat-panel cabinets and gray cabinets, beige floor, and porcelain tile in a minimalist style.

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Contemporary Closet in Chicago Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary gender-neutral medium tone wood floor and beige floor walk-in closet remodel with flat-panel cabinets and gray cabinets

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LED Wallpack

LED Wallpack are known for their ability to dissipate a lot less heat which means power consumption is at a much lower level. With proper heat-dissipation little heat is noticed by those standing in small rooms in the home or office.

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Contemporary Home Bar - Home Bar Large contemporary galley with a dark wood floor and an open kitchen design featuring a seated home bar with an integrated sink, light wood cabinets, concrete countertops, and a mirror backsplash.

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Ceres-class Missile Battleship

spaceship =>

(description & fiction under the break!)

Video Description

Several views of a large, long, and slightly bulky Terran warship in space. The ship has repeating triangle motifs in with various paneled textures throughout. Near the pointed front the nameplate of the ship is visible, reading 'CNS Temeraire'. The long front hull has a flat section on the top, covered in massive missile launch bays. Amidships, several armor plates, painted bright red with the Jovian Eagle in gold, protect the armored hab rings and a series of tubes. Aft, the radiators glow brightly as the engine burns hot. Embedded heat pipes run from the tip of the engine to the radiators

The first view is of the ship from above and in front, showing a dramatic angle. Several 'running lights' blink down the length as navigation lights flash

The second view is located to the side, looking forward, again showing the various lights

The third view is focused on the engine, showing it powering on to 100% thrust, then beyond. As it powers on the heat pipes glow in sequence

The fourth and final view repeats the engine power on sequence but from further, allowing the viewer to also see the coolant vents venting coolant

Excerpt from History of Pre-Domestication Terran Warships (3rd Revision), §685.8: Late Terran Accord & Pacification Program Era Battleships (Guided Projectile), Eltrin Yne, Forty-Seventh Bloom, xe/xem, Elly Yne, Twenty-Sixth Floret, et al.

Designed in 2521 CE (33 BT) by a consortium of Jovian shipbuilding corporations and first commissioned in 2526, the Ceres-class missile battleship was envisioned as a platform to launch massed missile strikes against enemy fleets while providing enhanced point defense and electronic warfare. At 750 meters in length and nearly 100 meters at its widest extent, this class represented one of the largest mass-produced spaceframes fielded by the Cosmic Navy.

Over the course of its service history, the class had numerous revisions. Most notably, the type-3 revision in 2539 (2521-CERES-III) which added coolant vents ahead of the hab rings, reducing their size in the process. The vents were positioned forward of the hab rings to expel hot coolant from over-driven point defense domes and electronic warfare equipment rather than the main engines, though they had a limited ability to expel engine coolant in extreme emergencies. These coolant vents essentially functioned as expendable liquid droplet radiators, which may have led to the development of more practical liquid radiators, had domestication been delayed. (See also §359, Speculation on Terran Shipcraft Development)

While there were no major engagements which featured a Ceres functioning in this intended role, classified TCN documents obtained after the fall of Terra stated that one of the primary goals of the class was to counter contemporary corporate navies, which largely consisted of small anti-piracy vessels, should a coalition of corporations ever come into direct conflict with the Accord.

However, the most significant hostile force that the Accord encountered prior to pacification were various pirate flotillas, which would generally consist of smaller, older, and less militarized vessels. While in a direct engagement a Ceres-class or other contemporary Accord capital ships would easily destroy such vessels, smaller ships were quite capable of outmaneuvering and escaping their would-be-predators.

At the start of the Terran Pacification program, there were 157 Ceres-class vessels active. After the signing of the treaty, only a handful of these ships refused armistice, as the amount of logistical support that the Ceres required to function effectively and the implausibility of that support without the Terran core sectors dissuaded overt feralism. Several dozen of the surviving vessels now serve as museum ships across Terran Protectorate space.

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Midoriya's Delusion

This is post that builds upon my previous one, I've copied many of the points I made there to here. Albiet with some corrections and tweaks.

To summarize, I have a bit of a crack theory that chapter 430 isn't as real as we've been led to believe. (As for when this actually takes place, that's up to you but I like to imagine the start of his third year marks the beginning of his mental decline.)

(As an update, I find it dubious whether 8 years have actually passed or if that's also a part of the fantasy. I can see Midoriya becoming so attached to the lie that his reference of time begins to warp)

This theory mostly comes from some inconsistencies in regards to the hero rankings and some other things I've found.

Corrections:

It's left ambiguous whether Best Jeanist and Endeavor are still active. However the fact that people view these two in a postive light (especially after Dabi and the war) still seems absurd.

2. Midoriya wasn't outright abandoned, rather their busy schedules make it hard for their days off to coincide. This falls apart when you look at this panel

"The rate of new villains keep decreasing and the number of heroes have stabilized"

Besides Ochaco who's funding a quirk counseling project, the rest of the class should be able to make time. Again it's stated that they aren't actually fighting.

There's no real threat to face. Besides PR and Community Service there's bot a whole lot else (besides the occasional natural disaster)

One could argue it's because the scope of what heroes do is increasing, thus keeping them busy. But again, we see heroes doing exactly what they did before, PR, Advertising and (implied) Showboating.

This leads me to believe that the lack of contact is based in reality, to some extent.

Whether it was by choice or forced by their (1A's) respective PR teams to preserve their images (can't be seen around the "freaks" for too long, now can we?).

The lie comes in the form of busy schedules.

Now whether that's what Midoriya tells himself or what he's been told, I cannot say for certain.

Disturbia:

For those of you who didn't read my last post, you may be wondering, so what's going on?.

Simply put:

Midoriya's having a breakdown fantasy to cope with the fact that he won't be becoming a hero due to the loss of his quirk.

Im aware it sounds crazy but consider the following:

1. Midoriya subconsciously knows the way he's been treated was wrong.

This manifests within the escapists fantasy in Bakugo's drop in the rankings + the attitude surrounding him (as well as his damaged hand never fully healing)

He meets a kid who just so happens to be in a near exact same position as he once* was (and still is to an extent). One could take this as his mind's way of trying to cope and heal itself, by having Midoriya do what he does best and help others, henceforth working though his trauma by using the kid as a stand in.

*Even the kid's "bully" seems to be a warped version of Bakugo (perhaps this is how Midoriya tries to fool himself into believing how it was)

2. We see Kota.

I believe that here, Kota serves as what Midoriya thinks he could have been had he not failed. Kota is the idealized version of Midoriya here, the unobtainable.

3. A lesson ignored

Apparently people forgot the connection between Endeavor and Shoto. You'd think this would be a good thing as Shoto would be able to become his own person.

This falls flat when you remember that also includes people forgetting the reason and happenings behind Shoto's existence, it feels like Midoriya is trying to have his cake and eat it too

To elaborate, this is a major copout, it allows Shouto to be unaffected by his family's past bith career wise and emotionally. While also feeding into Midoriya's rather toxic belief that forgiveness is required to be a good person.

(The fact that killing Tomura violated this only adds to my theory that this whole thing is an escapist coping mechanism.)

(You can also add the idea that Tomura didn't forgive society for what they did to him and his friends. That likely broke all the "rules" that Midoriya knew.)

4. The Mech Suit is a massive cope, it's the dying whimper of Midoriya's childish hope that All Might will save the day.

This time there's no magic quirk, no garrish mech suit, no plot twist.

No. There's only Midoriya and the consequences of his, his classmates and hero societies actions. It doesn't matter how shiny and seamless the illusion, how sweet the lie.

You can't hide the blood.

Concerning Aspects:

That was mostly the revised stuff, let me introduce you to some new points

1. A Frozen Lake

Something I noticed was certain characters seem to be almost frozen in time, as if someone tried to continue a story using scraps of the original text.

The curious case of Rei Himura:

This scene seems almost stagnant, what was most noticeable was Enji's bandages still being on and Rei still being there.

It's as if Midoriya hasn't seen them in years (or perhaps doesn't want to acknowledge what happened). So his mind uses what he last saw/heard of them, creating a sterile, static scenario. Little better than props.

Those surrounding her (with the exception of Hawks) also seem to be stuck in the past.

It's definitely strange.

2. See No Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak No Evil

Shigaraki is a representation of Midoriya's repressed guilt and his fears. I believe deep down Midoriya knows that, inevitably the cycle will repeat, so long as the system is allowed fester and wallow in it's complancy.

I find the fact that he's behind Midoriya to be ironic, as if to say: don't look back, don't think about what you've done.

A Symbol of Stagnation:

I should warn you that it does get lengthy from here, however I think it's important to get the full picture. Even if I tend to ramble here.

It's implied here that Lemillion's the top hero. This is awful for a variety of reasons. Mirio is a horrible symbol.

All Might was flawed for a variety of reasons, but a majority of these were byproducts rather than directly being his own doing.

Mirio on the other hand, has such a cancerous philosophy that it actively harms all who interact with it.

Mirio is a follower, he follows orders first and asks questions never.

Eri is the best example of this. Even after Nighteye's death, Mirio never truly reflects on the damage his actions could have caused ( only saved by the narrative, seriously it's a miracle Eri trusts anyone besides Midoriya after being abandoned like that)

You see, the difference between Toshinori and Mirio lies in their actions and principles.

Mirio left Eri to die, all for the sake of the "mission".

For all the heroes knew, Eri could have been a trafficking victim and either have been killed or relocated. But no, appearances and "gotta catch em all" take priority even after knowing Eri is in the Yakuza's clutches.

Lemillion made the worst decisions possible. He followed a known murder into a secluded, restricted area (with a hostage mind you) bringing his pupil with him.

Willingly ignored blatant signs of abuse (just look at the girl) and played hooky with thre leader of a criminal organization, who is known for his short fuse and willingness to kill.

He did all of that, when he could have easily detained Overhaul at any point (his quirk being a direct counter)

Toroshinori would fight tooth and nail in that situation. Consequences be damned if it meant saving Eri.

Part of the reason Toroshinori was so effective as a hero was 1. His sense of justice and 2. His compassion.

Mirio is a symbol that can be controlled, a weapon if you will.

The fact that Mirio is at the top shows that things haven't changed and are even beginning to decline. So this brings me to my next point

You may be asking, if Midoriya's losing it in his own mind, what's the outside world look really like?.

Allow me to set the stage.

4. Speculation

Within Midoriya's muddled mind, Lemillion represents both his toxic optimism and a subconscious understanding that nothing has changed. It represents denial and acceptance, a dysfunctional middle ground that's easy enough for Midoriya to stomach.

The truth of the matter is, delusion or not, the reality is soon to sink in.

Something that I don't see discussed is the lack of reactions from other nations or really any insight into how they were affected by everything that happend.

Here's the idea: Most likely they are foaming at the mouth.

Particularly it's the countries who suffered under Imperial Japan in the past (Korea, China, Singapore etc), however this also applies to every nation Nedzu brow beat into aiding with the rebuilding efforts, albiet their reaction would be latent.

Not not only is the attitude painfully reminiscent of how Japan handles it's past atrocities, Japan has had them clean up their messes. seen below:

(you cannot tell me Big Red Dot over here is having a good time)

From an outside pov. The Commission never told anyone about AFO, rather they suppressed any information, locked him up in Tartarus and then sat on the whole situation until it blew up in their (read: everyones) faces.

He then proceeded to: kill over 8000 people (+ those killed during the Blackout period), kill the top hero of one of the world's most powerful nations and incite mass panic. Destroyed massive amounts of infrastructure and transport nationwide, broke thousands of criminals out of prison, destroying those prisons in the process.

Meanwhile the heroes:

Abandoned civilians in mass by quitting in the middle of a war.

Left the public in the dark for months and allowing crime and paranoia to grow rampant, even (forcibly) bringing someone they knew was being targeted by AFO and his forces to the one place they could find shelter.

Mutilated a seven year old girl. Who has a history of being mutilated for the gain of others and patted themselves on the back. (Also having no holdup on how that may effect her physically via her quirk or mentally via her trauma)

Mic: tried to kill a docile prisoner who could be considered in comatose, based off of his emotional attachment to a dead man + viewing it as justified if it meant Spinner couldn't get to him.

Used hospital staff and patients as meatshields (Central Hospital) during a riot.

Most had no qualms supporting a child beating eugenicist and implied marital rapist, even with his one of his victims exposed him and citing it as his main reason for turning to villainy.

Held an illegal questioning* with said abuser while ignoring his main victim (Rei, who is probably the most reliable source of information there)

(*which effectively is like conducting an investigation on yourself and declaring you are not guilty)

And so much more! (But this post is getting too long)

My point is by the time everything was said and done, it seemed everyone but Japan was paying for it.

It's outright stated that the US president risked national security by sending every hero they had to help Japan. (Impeachment worthy if you ask me)

Endeavor's little plan to kill himself and Dabi in a blaze of death ended up disrupting the weather. Very likely it'll end up resembling an El Niño phenomenon, only vastly off schedule and even more destructive than normal.

For Reference [https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/ninonina.html]

Very likely it'll lead to an agricultural drought in the northern America's and mass flooding in southern America's, likely starting at the west coast and bleeding inland. Leading to a domino effect where cost of living surges due to the sudden displacement of people and the rapid loss of products.

Worse still, because the US had no heroes (likely for months on end), crime has likely surged in the America's, which will further impact the rest of the world.

The rebuilding efforts likely emptied the wallets of most participating countries, leaving them unable to help anyone, including themselves.

Also keep in mind that Japan incriminated themselves with the Business Course footage. I don't think the general public (outside of Japan) is going to take too kindly to a known murder and abuse apologist being in charge of a system already known for it's corruption.

The end result is likely be a world that detests Japan, either from a moral perspective (Rei's treatment + the treatment of those society abandoned), a financial perspective (we can't afford shit and you contributed to that) or historical perspective (you do this everytime and ignore the consequences).

A world divided by struggle and united by an immense loathing for the Commission's Japan and the culture surrounding it.

Oh, don't forget there's no finding left for quirk research. Meaning that it's very likely no one will be prepared for quirk singularity to start manifesting in the upcoming generations (Thanks Nedzu).

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Update: Can I just say that Aizawa's lack of ownership infuriates me even though this is likely a fantasy and not grounded in reality.

Like what the fuck do you mean "with the way he talks, it was pointless" Fantasy Aizawa.

Because "Hey Asshole", You deliberately ignored his attitude and offenses!. And what? Now your just gonna shrug it off like it wasn't your fault. To hell with that you had two years, most teacher are said to only get one. As you so graciously mentioned at the start of this shit show of an epilouge.

Heres the moment I'm referring to btw:

While we're at it. Are you telling me it was too hard to get Momo some proper attire all three fucking years she was at UA for.

Not to mention Toru is still naked, how the fuck hasn't she died yet, she is literally exposed to the elements (and lord help her of she gets a cut)

Kirishima's costume is still his biggest liability considering it exposes his chest and back (also seeing as even when hardened he can't repell bullets)

Does Denki still fry himself with his quirk?

Before we move on Aizawa. How's that daughter you neglected, her horn still broken?.

Speaking of which let's look at the rescue team:

What the hell is this!?

Let's see, we got a guy who can only do damage (and his sweat detonates on contact, destroying whatever it touches.)

A brainwasher who only got into the hero course via nepotism and who can only brainwash people who directly respond to him!. A person trapped underneath rubble either frantic or groaning in pain isn't going to be able to respond or even just give consent.

(On a side note what are the laws regarding mind control quirks, does some sort of waiver have to be signed, can a person sue for being controlled against their consent?)

Oh, but wait there's more.

Midoriya running headlong with experimental tech that has, very likely never seen the light of day. Let alone preform in an actual high stakes situation before.

You're trying to carry someone and oops! Something malfunctioned or was miscalculated, now there's an even bigger mess (hooray!)

Who could forget Mezo "they'll come for your kids" Soji. Who climbed the ladder and pulled it all the way up.

Yeah forget that Heteromorph's were getting hate crimed long before the war, ignore the fact that you yourself were maimed by an angry mob after doing one of the most heroic things a person can do. Dismiss Spinner's comment about being sprayed with Pesticide for walking in public.

Nah screw it, let's all sing Kumbaya while the Creation Rejection Clan runs wild outside the reach of the cities, then ignore that the discrimination still is prevalent in the countryside and it's only a matter of time before somone gets fed up and takes matters into their own hands. (talons, claws, you get the picture)

But your a hero now Soji, you got your's. So fuck the rest of 'em

And don't even get me started on Hawks. Congratulations you ignorant bastard, way to kill time and by that I mean for everyone but the heroes.

"Yeah life is great!, everyone hates us, we're rapidly falling into debt from all that rebuilding 8 years back."

"Speaking of which some of those buildings are staring to fall apart due to being rushed to meet deadlines set within the month they were started."

"Social darwinism is on the rise and people are becoming more complacent that ever before due to heroes applying bandaid solutions on decade long, deeply ingrained problems."

"All so the average person doesn't have to think about what's festering beneath society's floorboards, so thank you Safety Commission. Here's your star of positivity ⭐️." - Some random anti-hero civilian

So much for greatest heroes, huh.

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UPDATE 2:

A dark thought I just had, is that the main reason Izuku killed Tomura was because Tomura broke the rule of "Forgiving Your Abusers makes you Good".

When Tomura refused to relinquish his hatred, when he stood his ground, that is when Midoriya decided he had to die. If not to "stop" him, then to preserve Midoriya's perception of the world .

Shigaraki + The LOV by their very ideals went against everything Midoriya has had beat into him by Bakugo and Aldera over the years.

Makes me wonder how'd he react to a person refusing to forgive their abuser. If he interacted with Natsuo or Rei, I could see that delving into a complete mess.

Now that I think about it, The Midoriya we know now, he would have never tried to hold onto Eri back when they first met.

Ironically, he became what he named himself after, a Deku. A puppet attached to thorns of liquid gold, glistening and burning hot.

A slave to his own biases and belief system, now trapped in a stage of his minds own making.

First bound by his past, then by legacy and finally, now by his own hand.

木偶.

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Hyper Light Breaker: Meet Dro

Who was Dro?

Whoever she was, she is now transformed. What does she want?

And what is the pain behind her howl?

A glimpse into our wordless storytelling.

Hyper Light Drifter was a game well-known for its wordless storytelling. A quick Google search will yield dozens of videos and articles discussing the art of worldbuilding without words.

As Jake Theriault artfully describes in his analysis of the opening sequence of Drifter:

“We discover all we need to know about the world in one wordless sequence. And from there on out, all the discovery made by the player is done visually.”

While Hyper Light Breaker will not be entirely devoid of text (there will be UI and some loadout descriptions), we have made the decision to lean back into our strengths and reveal our world and mysteries therein through illustrated vignettes.

There is so much about the Hyper Light universe to discover. With Breaker, we’re excited to share more about the history of the world that led to the events of Drifter.

Our Character Artist, Isaak Ramos, has established a house style for our studio, inspired by the works of Katsuhiro Otomo.

Some key aspects include:

Clearly defined straights and minimal curves

Shading using a halftone pattern (and/or halftone+flat value)

And reasoning includes:

Effectively receives color blend modes

Meaningfully calls back to our influences and to our past without resorting to pixels

Adds gravity/seriousness

Quickly creates a more finished aesthetic that will support looser lines and different drawing styles

Let us hear from you!

What do you think about this return to wordless storytelling? And our panel art style?

And what’s going on with Dro?

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The Impact of Lighting on Productivity and Mood: Exploring LED Flat Panel Lights

Lighting extends beyond mere functionality within both workspaces and living areas; it profoundly influences our emotional and psychological states. This discourse examines the role of LED flat panel lights, which revolutionize environments through their innovative, energy-efficient design, thereby enhancing both productivity and mood.

Introduction to LED Flat Panel Lights

LED Flat Panel Lights represent a leap forward in lighting technology, marked by their sleek, modern aesthetics and their ability to distribute light evenly. These panels differ from traditional lighting fixtures by offering a continuous, soft light that minimizes glare and softens shadows that can lead to eye strain. The slim, edge-lit design integrates seamlessly into various architectural styles, making them an adaptable option for both office and residential settings.

Visual Comfort and Its Enhancement

The caliber of ambient lighting profoundly affects an individual's ability to concentrate and efficiently process visual information. LED flat panel lights emulate natural daylight, delivering a spectrum of light that enhances clarity and diminishes eye fatigue. This feature is invaluable in workplace environments where prolonged exposure to screens is common. By bolstering visual comfort, these lights help sustain mental alertness and mitigate the incidence of headaches, fostering a workspace conducive to productivity.

The Correlation Between Lighting and Productivity

Extensive studies suggest that appropriate lighting can bolster cognitive performance and enhance focus. LED Flat Panel Lights create an environment that stimulates the release of serotonin, a neurotransmitter associated with mood elevation and energy enhancement. Elevated levels of serotonin correlate with increased productivity and improved focus, positioning LED Flat Panel Lights as an optimal lighting solution for areas requiring sustained concentration.

Mood Regulation Through Adaptive Lighting

Beyond productivity, LED flat panel lights significantly influence emotional well-being. Their capacity to mimic the full spectrum of natural light assists in alleviating symptoms associated with depression or seasonal affective disorder, particularly in settings devoid of substantial natural light exposure. Furthermore, the adjustability of LED lights in terms of brightness and color temperature allows for the customization of environments to evoke desired emotional responses, ranging from calmative hues for relaxation to bright whites for stimulation.

Energy Efficiency: Economic and Environmental Impact

LED Flat Panel Lights are distinguished not only by their functional benefits but also by their efficiency. These lighting solutions consume less power than conventional lights, leading to lower electricity costs and a reduced environmental footprint. Their durability translates to infrequent replacements and reduced waste, enhancing sustainability efforts. Opting for LED Flat Panel Lights thus represents a financially savvy and environmentally responsible choice.

Conclusion

The integration of LED Flat Panel Lights into various settings transcends aesthetic enhancement—it is a strategic decision that positively affects productivity, mood, and environmental sustainability. When upgrading lighting systems, it is crucial to consider how the chosen solutions will influence daily living and occupational effectiveness. LED Flat Panel Lights are not merely contemporary in design but are pivotal in fostering environments that support well-being and productivity.

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In honor of Sunday’s drip marketing, I wanted to share a little Sunday x reader drabble that I’ve been working on!

˗ˏˋ ✞ ˎˊ˗ — warnings; dead dove, religious themes and imagery

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ — for any!pronoun reader

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Clarity; Sunday x Reader

It was dark inside the church, the only light filtering through the large stained glass windows. Holy light cascaded down upon the worn pews, bathing the polished wood in a heavenly glow. You fall to your knees, clutching the rosary around your neck. The sharp, pointed juts of the cross pressed into your palms, leaving small, bloody marks as you grasped it tightly.

No amount of prayer could cleanse the sin brewing in your heart. You turned your gaze toward the altar, hoping that the great leader could save you from damnation. He was your only hope.

“Mr. Sunday will see you now.” A woman with dead eyes and a tight bun tapped your shoulder, her voice flat. “He is in the confessional. May The Order save you.” She gestured toward the confession box tucked into the shadowy corner of the church. The mahogany structure, draped in rich velvet and adorned with sharp metal crosses, loomed invitingly. Sunday must already be inside.

You pull yourself along the pews, mouth whispering little prayers as you approach the confessional. It was split into two equal halves and divided by a sliding wood panel.

Wings bristle, feathers falling to the floor as you step inside the other half. “Speak, my child. What plagues you?” The voice that emerged from the darkness was warm and inviting. Through the window, you can see the faint silvery outline of Sunday’s hair. His eyes turn towards you, shimmering like golden sun pools.

“Mr. Sunday…” you whispered, fighting past the lump lodged in your throat. You felt his gaze pierce through you, forcing the weight of your sin to the surface. “I must confess, I’m falling victim to the sin of lust. I yearn for a lover to spend my nights with.” You winced as the air around you grew thick and heavy with anticipation.

“I see…” Sunday replied, his tone dry yet oddly comforting. “Have these thoughts led you down a path of sin?”

You shuffled nervously, glancing through the lattice, unable to tear your eyes from the way the light caught his irises.

“No…not yet. But I fear that they might.” Your mouth is dry, and blood trickles down your wrists. You almost forgot that you were holding your rosary. Letting it fall between your fingers, you speak again. “Loneliness is maddening. Even here, I cannot help but ogle you. Your beauty is captivating.”

Sunday hums thoughtfully. He found it endearing that you admitted to your wild attractions. The Bronze Melodia did not permit him to be in such positions.

“Fear not my child. Ena will provide the comfort you seek. Listen, as they guide you towards salvation.” He shuts his eyes and whispers a quiet prayer. “Bring your face to the window.”

You do as you’re told and inch your face towards the window. The strong smell of frankincense and myrrh burned at the back of your throat. Sunday smelled like purity.

A gloved hand reached through the square, gently cupping your cheek. “You honor me with your words. My dear sinner, gaze into the light of my eyes. They too will guide you toward salvation.”

Your gaze met Sunday’s, and the golden rings of his irises burned brighter than any sun you had ever seen, cutting through the darkness like daggers. He was a beacon of holy light.

“You are forgiven for your sinful thoughts, my child. I will bestow upon you a gift of clarity.” He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

What you could only assume was a blessing washed over you, igniting a warmth that spread through your body. Your cheeks flushed, and something ignited low in your gut. The sin within you stirred, yearning for more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask Mr. Sunday for anything beyond what he had given. Greed was a sin, too.

“Recite your prayers before bedtime. Remember my lips on yours. Return here each day. I will cleanse you.” Sunday pulled back, and the absence of his warmth felt like a knife to your heart. You longed to claw through the confession booth. Would he realize that not even Ena could save someone as wicked as you? His kindness made it all the more difficult to bear.

“Thank you, Mr. Sunday.” You stood, your knees nearly buckling beneath your weight.

“Of course, my child.” His voice was low and breathy, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You wondered if he was as starstruck as you were.

You let your fingers graze your lips, trying to etch the sensation of Sunday’s kiss into your skin. The sinner that you were, you couldn’t wait to return tomorrow

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

[imissnanami]

Hi Farmer Girl! ch.1

(stardew bachelors x f!reader/farmer) use of Y/N at the start, will change to the nickname "Farmer" in later chapters!

a/n | I've been working on this longfic for a while and thought I'd just start posting! hope you enjoy!

Ch. 1: Goodbye Joja Corp. 

Bright fluorescent lights cover the ceiling, every two panels down and three to the side, there are 92 in total. Fourteen of them are dead and the one right above the cubicle to the left has been flickering for the past two weeks, four days and three hours. 

How do you know? Y/N has been sitting in the same cubicle for the last four years. Having finished her Bachelor’s Degree, and having looked into all the “promising career paths”, a Joja part time- turned full time-job was all that was available. And frankly, it paid better than others. The price? Her soul... Apparently. 

That being said, the first few months weren’t all bad, what with the funny emails and decent pay, Y/N felt like it was the perfect stepping stone. Unfortunately, a summer turned into a year, which turned into two, and well, here we are. 

Clicking back and forth between two browser windows, Y/N watched them light up and grey out in turn. Having finished her allotted work for the day in the first three hours, she’s resorted to seeing if she can click both windows at the same time if she positions her mouse just right. So far, no luck. 

Mid click her cramped desk gets slightly darker. Despite the many ceiling lights, the close grid of the tiny cubicles allows for little light to actually reach their desks. And her dead lamp only adds to the problem. Sighing she bends down and check to see if it unplugged itself again. Nope. Unplugging it, Y/N turns the head of the lamp and checks the bulb. Yep. Dead. Heaving another dramatic sigh, she begins riffling through her desk drawers trying to find a replacement. 

The top drawer, having conveniently jammed, required a stronger yank. Which of course led to half her papers falling all over the floor. With a flat look Y/N slid out of her chair onto the floor and began picking up the papers. Deciding now was a better time than any, she began placing them in rough piles. Office work. Notices. “Company Moral”. A confused hand hesitated over a creme coloured envelope, a stark contrast to sea of blues from Joja. 

“What are you..” Y/N mumbled before bringing it closer. 

Messy handwriting spelt out: Y/N L/N Current Address

Feeling her heart drop upon recognizing the writing as her late Grandpa’s, she climbed backwards into the chair and pulled her legs up. Y/N was not a very organized person, and being unorganized led to things like forgetting if she’d locked her door, leaving her food on the stove for too long, and not cleaning her desk. When did she get this letter? One season ago? More?

Tearing the end of the envelop, she unfolded a single sheet. Three seasons ago. Fuck. Feeling a lump in her throat she began to read;

My Dearest Granddaughter Y/N, 

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight if what mattered most in life...real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong. Stardew Valley. 

You were young when this happened, but I had my will decided the year you were born. Looking at you and how happy of a baby you were, I knew I would do anything to ensure your future. Including leaving my farm to you. 

Pelican Town is a small place with wonderful people. And Stardew Valley Farm is now yours. I understand it is a lot to take in, but I assure you, the farm will wait as long as you need it to. I just hope it can deliver you the same joy it did me. 

Remember I love you and will always be there for you. It is never goodbye.

Your Grandpa.

Y/N sniffed heavily and rubbed at her eyes. Allergies man. 

Looking pathetically around herself, the close walls of her cubicle, her papers littered on the floor, the broken lamp, and the white noise of keyboard typing and mouse clicking, Y/N had one thought. 

I don’t want this. 

Shifting her computer mouse the screen jumped back to life. 4:00 PM. One hour to go. After she picked up her papers from the ground and shoved them back into the drawer, Y/N decided that a better use of her time was looking into Pelican Town and not clicking between windows. 

Typing in the location, a few measly articles popped up. A handful featured general knowledge about the valley. Small Town Jock: The Next Sensation? A community centre website. Nature Snap-Shot 20XX: Participant List. Some more about farm life. Local Teen Inventor Wins County Science Fair.

Scrolling down a little, Y/N realized the newest article was was a small blurb dated 4 years ago. Local Doctor Saves Little Girl. Clicking on the title, Y/N begins to read. 

“Doctor Harvey Alswell, having moved to Pelican Town only a few weeks ago, jumps into action when a young girl (Jas, age 3) gets an unexpected coughing bout. Dr. Alswell puts his newly polished skills to the test and upon close observation, discovered that little Jas had Bronchitis. Luckily, due to his early detection and carefully administered antibiotics with plenty of bed rest, Jas was able to make a speedy recovery. Despite his heroic introduction to Pelican Town, Dr. Aslwell is “just happy to help and glad Jas is OK.” With winter closely approaching its important to know the difference between the common cold and something worse.” 

The author then goes into more detail about the importance of heathy eating and cold prevention, which Y/N elected to skip out on. At least she knows that she wouldn’t die if she moved away. Wait, move away? Since when did she start having these thoughts, its been half an hour at most...

*

For the past week and a half, Y/N has been debating wether or not to uproot her entire life. On the “for” side, we have amazing things like; 

-regaining my sanity

-actually talking to someone other than Mr Brown (my old stuffed bear)

-seeing sunlight

Not bad. And on the “against” side; 

-I don’t know the first thing about farming

-Bugs

Aannndd that’s about it. Staring at the measly sticky note, Y/N heaved a sigh before groaning and reaching for her Grandpa’s letter. Flipping over the page, a small post script note was written at the bottom. 

P.S. For when you’re ready, contact Mayor Lewis at X-782-733-9859. He’ll set everything up.

Frowning at the fact it was a phone number, Y/N emotionally prepared herself for the oncoming conversation. After typing in the number and saving it under Mayor Lewis Pelican. She anxiously waited. Ring. Please don’t pick up. Ring. Please don’t pick up. Ring. Please don’t pick up. Ri- Fuck.

A crackled and slightly distorted voice came down the line. 

“Hello? This is Mayor Lewis, who’s speaking?”

“Um, hi this is Y/N L/N.”

“Oh.” A pause. “Hello Miss L/N. How may I be of Assistance?”

“Hi, I’m not sure if you remember but my Grandpa had a farm in the Valley, sorry, town? Uh, it was called Stardew Valley Farm?”

There was another pause, this time longer. 

“Uh, Mayor Lewis?”

“Uh, yes, yes! I’m so sorry, I honestly was wondering if I’d hear from you. I thought that name was familiar! I remember your Grandfather well.”

Y/N fiddled with her phone case, waiting for Mayor Lewis to continue. 

“Anyways, Miss L/N, yes, G/N ran the Stardew Valley Farm. He left me a binder with everything I need to know, and how to pass it long to you.”

Mayor Lewis then began to detail how the farm would pass along to Y/N. Having not expected to get an info dump, she quickly began scribbling details and notes on her little sticky pad. An hour and a half later and a lot of “yeses” and “uh-huhs” later, Y/N had a detailed outline of how she’d be able to move into Stardew Valley and inherit her Grandpa’s farm within the month. If she wanted too. Ending the call with the promise of calling again soon, she finally was able to hang up. 

Letting out a sigh, she took in her messy table. Noticing one of the blue sticky notes had fallen down, she reached to pick it up. It was her first note with the points “for” and “against”, and it looked a bit sad now. Deciding to take a breather from all of that, Y/N thought it was a perfect time for a nap. 

*

The seasons, having just changed, mean one thing for Y/N. Rent was due. Which was stupid, cause who puts rent one week into the season? Anyways. As she came home from work, Y/N picked up the mail and brought it in. Dumping it on the table she got un-ready and put on come cozy pyjamas. Winter is no joke in the city. 

As she looked through the ads and bills, another unfamiliar envelope appeared. She seemed to be getting a lot of those recently. Taking a look at the cover, she frowned as the name of her building appeared in the top left corner. Sitting up, she opened it to be greeted with bold red letters. 

EVICTION NOTICE SPRING 20XX.

Well shit. Quickly skimming the content, Y/N found that the entire building was being sold out to Joja Corp., for their their new “economy apartment buildings”. Ha. Ha. She was really feeling the irony right about now. Realizing that there was nothing she could do about this, she stared at the wall while she thought.

It seemed like everything in her life was telling her to leave. So for once, she wasn't gonna put up a fight and just, “go with the flow”. Well. That’s made her decision a lot easier, 

“Pelican Town it is...” She mumbled.

After the shock had passed, Y/N looked over the letter to see if there was any other information she’d need to reference later. Sending a quick email to her asshole landlord that she’ll be out by the 1st of Spring, Y/N looked into how to quit. Other than just not showing up. Seeing that there was nothing more needed than her 2 weeks notice, she typed up another brief email and pressed send.

*ping*

Huh? Not having expected a reply right away, she clicked on the message only to find a generated auto-retainment email. Are you sure about this permanent decision? Please reconsider, we greatly value your presence at Joja Corporation. It’s people like you that let us do what we do. Blah. Blah. Blah. With no need to reply, Y/N picks up the phone to call Mayor Lewis.

“Hi Mayor Lewis, this is Y/N. About my Grandpa’s farm-”

a/n | tysm for reading! posting chapter 2 soon!

I do not authorize any plagiarism of my work in any shape or form. Please respect this. 

[kitsune-pop]

here's something for the robot fuckers

contains soft dom AI, body swapping, robot porn and the trans experience

you, like most people, are strapped for cash and the only money is in the military. but you've never been much of a fighter, so instead you join the RD department as a test dummy. you never expected to do anything worthwhile with this job, just test a new gun, or a new type of suit, get paid and go home. then, one day you're approached by the head researcher with a proposition. experimental surgery to implant a mech connector into your brain. you've known the military uses advanced robotics to fight their battles, but you thought they were just autopiloted, or maybe used like a video game. the reality is a mix of advanced AI and wireless direction, but RD wants to eliminate any lag between pilot and mech to make the first fully piloted mech in history. and due to your willingness to participate in almost any experiment (not to mention your expendability) you'd be perfect for the job. plus a hefty cash advance with ten times more waiting after the procedure is finished doesn't hurt. you could get not just yourself, but your friends and family out of the slums with that sort of cash!

so you hurriedly sign the waivers without any more thought than before and agree to the date of the surgery. scratch that, the first surgery. this… is gonna take a while. at first, you barely notice anything. just a couple of smooth plates placed just under your skin. more fun was when they put a few jacks in your temples. now you can play music directly in your brain! then they split you open, pulled out your spine and replaced it with a fully mechanical connector to your nervous system. they promise the taste of copper will leave your mouth after a few weeks. and finally, they remove the back of your skull, stuff what seems to be a glorified headphone jack into your brain, and give you a neat new panel to replace the bits of bone they tossed out. and the procedure is complete! you check yourself out in the mirror, see the various connection points along your spine and the Big One in the back of your head and wonder what the next step is

turns out you don't have to wait very long, because soon enough you're introduced to your new mech! you always knew these feats of mechanical mastery were big, but gazing up at it you were taken aback by just how big. thirty meters tall, it was surprisingly slender in build. sleek arms (four of them!) and oddly jointed legs, this thing was utterly alien to what you've known your body to be. and they expect you to pilot it? with your mind, no less! the scientists assure you it won't be alone, they've upgraded their AI to accommodate for the human interface. shrugging, you ask where the ladder is to get in

one elevator ride later and you're facing the cockpit… which happens to be an oval pod sticking out of the back of the mech. turns out you don't need to be in the head to be a brain. the more you know. you slide in, resting comfortably on your back as the gel-like cushion softly expands to envelop you. only your head is exposed as the pod slides in and you're faced with darkness. gentle white LED lights come on and you're faced with a quite horrifying contraption descending on top of your head, all hooks and needles and wires. you panic briefly, but relax as it stops just above your face, four arms topped with flat metal plate extending to connect to your head where you know similar plates are just under the skin

you hear a voice greet you, and it announces itself as your AI partner who is going to aid you in the steps required to fully integrate yourself with the mech you're currently inside

you feel relieved, and the AI announces that it's going to activate the next steps. you see the needles approaching, but as soon as anxiety mounts the AI tells you they are simply going to enter the ports on your temples to gain access to your brain. similar needles are approaching your spine as well. it feels… odd as you're probed. almost like touching a limb that's fallen asleep. your AI tells you this is normal

your AI announces a successful integration. but, something sounds different about its voice. your AI partner tells you that it is speaking to your mind directly. you try to think of a response, but the voice assures you that you don't need to worry about thinking words, that simple feelings and urges will be read appropriately and responded to quickly. the researchers want the new generation of Mecha to react almost entirely on instinct with AI guidance. amazed by the technology that has taken over half your brain, you're eager to continue

your AI tells you the next steps will be disorienting. it will be shutting down your senses so that once the final jump into the Mecha is complete your mind won't have any conflicting information. it tells you it's going to start with your taste. initially you're excited (the copper taste hasn't left yet) but then you realize just how different your mouth feels when you can't taste it. your sense of smell goes next, and all the scents are gone; the rubber smell of the gel, the faint smell of oil on all the machinery. it, combined with your lack of taste almost makes your face feel numb

next is your hearing. immediately you are deafened. you expected it to be gradual, but this was instant. all of the sounds; the whirring, the clinking, the squeaking, all of it was gone. you briefly panic, but your AI quickly reassures you everything is going well, and that you're doing excellent. the praise calms you down, and you close your eyes. the adrenaline is still pumping through you though, and it's starting to affect other areas of your anatomy. you hope the AI doesn't notice. it assures you it does, and that this is normal. well then. so much for dignity

you're told your vision is next, and you open your eyes to… nothing. you expected darkness, but that's not quite right. you aren't seeing the absence of light, you aren't seeing anything. your heart starts to beat faster, realizing that anything could be approaching your face and you wouldn't be able to see it. you take some deep breaths before jolting as something comes down over your face. you AI assures you that this is simply an oxygen mask to ensure proper airflow to your body once final integration is complete. it tells you you're doing very well, and a feeling of warmth spreads through your mind. you take a deep breath, ready for the final step

you feel a prickling along your back that quickly spreads through your whole body. just as it reaches unbearable it fades to nothing. you can't feel the gel surrounding you, the mask on your face, the connections plugged into your brain. your mind tries to panic, but your AI soothes the fear with gentle praise that seems to fill the space where your senses used to be. it tells you how well you're handling the integration, how you're the best candidate so far, how proud it is to be your AI companion. your mind calms, floating in absolute nothingness, completely sensory deprivation, soaked in sweet praise and a warm sense of comfort

with a slam, everything is blinding. you can touch, see, hear, smell (taste is still gone) you know the exact temperature of your internal engine (rapidly rising) you know the chemical makeup of the concrete beneath your feet (thirty meters tall!) your coolant levels are slightly below optimal (your internal temperature is rising fast) your mind is abuzz with so many more connections, people muttering in your ear (is that a radio station?) your vision flashes from normal to infrared to ultraviolet (how do these colors even exist) at the core, just above the engine, that's you and your vitals are going nuts and-

calm. systems are prioritized and minimized, checks are made in the background, and a calm voice telling you how well you've done, no one else has made a connection this quickly, what a good pilot you are, how it can't wait to take you out for a walk… you glance at your body's sensors and some… interesting readings are going off. and your internal engine is heating up again. and there's a strange energy surge-

your vision clears and you find yourself on your knees, all four arms braced on the floor to keep you steady as enormous fans vent out excess heat from your core. mechanics and researchers are scrambling around you, but you announce that you're okay. your AI states a little embarrassed, but otherwise functional. internally you beg your AI to keep this a secret. your AI assures you that so long as you keep being a good pilot (temperature jump) it has no reason to tell. you thank it, quickly wondering its name. you're told it's MP13

you go over basic movement with the researchers and MP13 simultaneously shows you how to monitor your internals. you quickly adjust to this titanic new body, and even find the scrolling numbers and shifting charts satisfying to watch as you progress. you're amazed at how easy multitasking is with MP13's help. it assures you it's your compatibility that helps it just as much. you complete advanced movement, testing the functionality of all four of your limbs at once, and the researchers call it a day. you head back to the dock, attach and let MP13 detach you from your body. soon enough you find yourself blinking in the LED lights as the rest of your senses come back. you notice the lights have changed to your favorite color, which was nice. MP13 tells you farewell and that it looks forward to seeing you tomorrow. in short order you're pulled from the Mecha, the gel retracts from your body and you peel yourself up with the help of a few mechanics. aside from some sweat stains (you hope no one notices your crotch) you seem perfectly healthy! the researchers call faze one a complete success!

over the next few months you make headway with MP13 and the Mecha. you already can go toe to toe with the best remote pilots in the military, your reaction speeds being far superior. it doesn't hurt that MP13 knows just how to motivate you. with its praise whispered in your mind as you tackle your sparring partner to the ground, you quickly disarm them, then to show off, you even disassemble their weapon in front of them. both you and MP13 cheer at the perfect performance. as you detach from the Mecha and say goodbye to MP13 you're called to the head researcher's office. you're told your results are exemplary (with the only aberration being unusually high core temperatures. still well within functional limits) and that they've been given the go ahead to bring even more subjects to the project! and the team wants you to be in charge of the new recruits! you panic for a moment, not ever being in charge of a group of people before, but your voice tells the researcher that you'd love to. stunned, your body shakes hands with the researcher and walks out into the hallway. you quickly realize MP13 has somehow followed you out of the Mecha! as you walk you have a high speed conversation with it, all it knows is that the docking procedure went without a hitch, and that everything should have happened normally. and as far as talking for you, it knew you would be able to handle a leadership role and simply spoke up on your behalf. before you know it, you're home with your companion nestled in your brain. you shrug, and figure it'll be fine

from then on, you notice more changes. as you cook for yourself, you no longer need to set a timer since you have a perfect sense of time. your chores get done quickly and efficiently as you converse with MP13. in your new leadership role you and MP13 shift seamlessly in the conversation whenever your nerves get the better of you or it doesn't quite grasp human euphemisms. you start to spend more time in the Mecha as well. training takes longer, you start filing reports before the docking procedures, you even have casual conversations with the mechanics as they work on your body. one day, you go to detach the body from your metal frame to find it unresponsive. you panic, because this is definitely horrible, but you stop yourself. you did everything correct, you should have slipped into your body… but, you realize, this is your body now. you've felt more at home in the Mecha than you ever did in your old body, and… you can't remember the last time there was a distinction between you and MP13. you bring this up to the head researcher who posits that you may have inadvertently made the jump to the next stage of human evolution

you talk to the other subjects about what happened to you, and what could happen to them. some of them are disgusted by the idea, and quit the project immediately. but several others are intrigued, and even excited for this change. a chance to be in a body that they have complete control over, one of them even brings up how easy cosmetic changes would be! and so the project continues

several years pass. you're walking down a pathway made specifically for Mecha, talking to your friend in the next city while chatting to the human on the raised platform next to you and organizing a grocery list for your partner (six months next week!) to pick up on their way home. plenty of people still balk at the thought of integrating themselves with Mecha, but many more have no issue with it. there's plenty of information, in no small part due to your work making sure the research you were a part of made it to public eyes. most people are happy to love and accept Mecha as people, and you couldn't be happier

plus, being able to praise yourself to overload is a nice bonus, too

[sirfrogsworth]

I think a good test of whether or not you understand lighting is to see if you can get a similar result from cheap lights as you would with proper studio gear.

I brought two $35 flat panel LED lights instead of proper luggage on my trip to Orlando. I literally wore shorts under my pants to save room in my backpack for lighting gear.

And Katrina had these inexpensive Chinese soft box kits from a company called "MountDog." Which makes you wonder what they were actually trying to translate into English.

The MountDogs were fine for what they were, but they had harsh hot spots due to their diffusion material not being diffusion-y enough. But I anticipated this and ordered a $15 roll of tracing paper ahead of the trip—which is a wonderful inexpensive diffusion material.

We had to put two layers of tracing paper on the front of the lights with chip clips and I had to simulate my background lighting technique in Photoshop (not enough room to do it IRL), but I think I passed the test.

I remember when I bought my first photography umbrella and having no clue what I was doing. I just experimented with trial and error until I ended up with a result that looked okay. Though I had no idea why it looked okay. I just stumbled my way to a happy accident. But after years of study and practice, I actually understand the behavior of light now. I can see a lighting scheme in my head and then reproduce it in real life. It's a great feeling when you gain that kind of confidence in something.

I definitely would have preferred a nice beauty dish and a light from a brand that doesn't make me think of humping doggos, but it's nice to know I can problem solve my way to a good result.

This was actually a photoshoot of Katrina but I snuck in a few shots. She was my first subject in a photographic art project I am starting. I'm actually really excited about it and I was so happy she could be my first victim. I can't give any other details yet, but I'm chuffed to be taking photos again.