Reid, I love archaeology and it’s one of the only fields I could see myself working in for the rest of my life. I’m also steadily realizing that a job in academia would probably make me deeply miserable. Am I screwed?
I actually feel like I have good news for you! The vast majority of archaeologists are not employed in academia, but rather in what we in the US call the Cultural Resource Management (CRM) sector. These firms do archaeology in advance of construction projects to either make sure there's nothing there that's going to get damaged, or remove any material to prevent its destruction. This work entails excavations, lab work and reports, and collections management.
If you want to make a career out of this, you will probably need to go to graduate school to get the necessary qualifications. However, the degree required for CRM work is usually a Master's, which takes (about) 2 years and is often practical/more career focused than a PhD. There are a lot of archaeology grad programs that are specifically designed for this kind of degree to prepare you for CRM.
I'm going to tag @archaeologistproblems, @archaeologysucks, and @wafflelovingbatgirl, all of whom are CRM archaeologists in either Canada or the US. They're the flavor of archaeologist you might want to talk to about a non-academic career.
So, as you've probably guessed, the characters in EternalFallTale have different fates. And DOC is no exception.
Mother - Silvia Sawyer (Romano) - is a secretary at a military firearms manufacturing company.
Father - Bowie Sawyer is the chief engineer at Warrenbach Construction Company (which built for Playtime Co.)
Harley grew up to be an obedient but willful man. His father taught him engineering, and his mother constantly took him to various martial arts, fencing, and clubs. He spent a lot of time in the woods during the summer and at summer camps. There he mastered the bow and knife throwing.
He was a rather aloof but intelligent quiet man. But bullying never got to him; in fact, no one dared even approach him. From childhood, his parents taught him not to let anyone look down on him—and that's what made him grow up the way he did. A cold-blooded prodigy and a little arrogant but very confident.
He also competed in the "Little Big Heads" program, and with his potential, he could have surpassed all his competitors. But as in the original, he was expelled by Elliot Ludwig for his indiscretion and blatant apathy toward everything he had worked for. He also sent Sawyer a personal letter apologizing and explaining himself. The two never interacted after that.
At 18, Sawyer began his own life. With a small stash of cash, a smattering of diplomas, a wealth of skills, and his father's combat knife, he set out on his journey. Unsurprisingly, he had no problems with work or his personal life, despite being single.
Sometime after Ludwig's death, Leith Pierre invited Sawyer to Playtime Co. And by the 1990s, Sawyer, having learned about Poppy and the Prototype, proposed the Bigger Bodies Initiative.
By the end of 1994, Sawyer was one of the five leaders on the Playtime Co. board and had clearly become a nuisance to the others.
He left behind a slew of corpses, was unaccountable for his actions, and acted as if everyone owed him, even though he was the one keeping the company afloat – his death was staged by setting the toys on him, namely Boxey Boo and Doey. Afterwards, Sawyer's head had to be pull out from Boxy's stomach. And eventually, Sawyer's organs were successfully hooked up to the machine, and he was subdued.
Towards the end of 1995, the "Hour of Joy" occurred. Sawyer took advantage of the opportunity and managed to seize control of all automation. Some of the staff, along with Leith Pierre, evacuated to the upper floors of factory, while Sawyer and rest remained in charge on the lower levels. He interrupted the "Hour of Joy" and began working to escape and seize control of the upper floors. But the power there was cut off, and his access to the upper floors was blocked by Leith Pierre himself. This complicated his plans.
Currently, in 1996, he is the lead and plays the role of Asgore in the AU called EternalFallTale.
summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] the corsican heat causes very particular problems for charles. part of the hot monaco nights series.
word count: 2.5k
content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), a lil hint of plot, use of explicit language, fingering, brief p in v, mention of oral (f!receiving), google-translated french (i cannot be stopped), we're pretending charles can legally drive a boat this size, em dashes, time is a social construct
a/n: you guys wanted to know what happened in corsica, so here's the start to that story. also giant mega jumbo thank you to @lecrep for help with a wonderful plot point which i will not spoil—hehe! enjoy, bbys! xx
You weren’t sure what Charles had to promise Pascale to get you two alone, but somehow he managed it.
It was the summer break of the ‘22 season, and you’d been dating a sweet six months since he’d first kissed you as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s. It had been a small enough party, about thirty or so close friends and their partners—even a few kiddos, to boot. What neither of you knew that night was that half of your shared friends had been scheming to get you two together; despite excuse after excuse about why one of you couldn’t go on a date, finally they’d been able to get the two of you in the same room.
Now, months later, you couldn’t imagine life any differently. It made you think of the future, about forever…
No, you stopped yourself when you found yourself daydreaming, forcing yourself to stay in the moment. You didn’t want to put too much pressure on it, put too many expectations on what was awaiting on the other side of that question. It made everything easier, lighter.
Charles, on the other hand, was head-over-fucking-heels for you. He’d always been a romantic, but something about you—the way you touched him, the way you looked at him, the way you kissed…he found himself easily thinking of his future with you, and he didn’t try to stop himself.
Granted, the way you looked in your sundress as you boarded the boat for a day along the Cosican coast, how could he think of anything but you? The white cotton fabric against your new tan, the short skirt skimming over the tops of your thighs in the most tantalizing way. Thoughts of the dress rucked up around your waist with his head between your legs and hands palming your perfect breasts under what remained of your dress filled his head, eyes glazing over and cock stirring in his trunks. You were trying to kill him, he concluded, and he was as good as dead.
What you had underneath didn’t help anything either. Once he’d gotten you both out to a private little cove and he’d dove into the water to escape the heat of the late morning sun, you decided that it was time to lay out for the afternoon; your master's program had kept you busy enough over the past couple months that you still felt all-too-pale even with your newly-acquired tan. (Not to mention, you swore he kept you up half the night with the way he would pull your hips flush with his own and plant soft, searing kisses on the bare skin of your shoulders and back—you needed the rest.)
Peeling the white sundress over your head and discarding it on one of the padded benches, you’re left in a baby blue string bikini that he swore got even tinier since he’d seen you prancing around inside the villa before you’d left for the marina. Face half submerged, Charles’s hazel eyes watched you like a predator watched its prey as you laid out on one of the cushions on the bow’s sun deck with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on your nose.
He grumbled to himself in broken French as his mind swam and blood rushed from his head to the appendage between his legs. He’d been practically insatiable the past few days, his hands always finding a bare strip of scorching skin where he could get ahold of you before his lips and pouty eyes could take care of the rest.
Thirty minutes passed like that, the Monégasque puttering around in the water before he finally gave in to the siren call.
Padding up the steps from the teak swim deck at the stern of the boat, you could hear as he stalked his way to you, but you kept reading regardless. That was, until you felt a pair of lips pressed to the small of your back, just above the waistband of the aforementioned bikini. It drew a hiss from your lips and a slight jolt as you felt Charles’s cool wet skin press against your legs and his hair dripped onto your mid-back. You whined his name, setting your book face down.
“Oui, chérie?,” he asked in a low voice as he continued pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses up your spine until he was at the juncture between your neck and shoulders.
“Baby you’re cold,” you tried to explain as he sucked a mark into the delicate skin of your neck, your head sagging down and away as you bared your neck for him, “and you’re wet.”
He hummed into your skin, and you could feel the smirk at his lips as the cushion dipped beside one of your hips. You turned onto your side as one of his hands wove itself into the hair just behind your ear, and his lips found yours again as they always seemed to do. But this wasn’t a tame peck, an innocent little kiss—there was heat and tongue and your head was sent spinning off into the abyss as you felt your tummy do that telltale flip while your eyelids felt ten thousand pounds too heavy.
“You are too, ma belle,” Charles teased in a low voice, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide.
Again, a pitiful sound slipped from the back of your throat as his head dipped down to find your neck once more and one of his hands slipped under one of the side ties of your bikini bottoms. “That’s beside the point,” you tried to rebut before he kissed you again, this time pulling the tie undone completely. Oh, how he enjoyed silencing an argument like that…(Meanwhile, you thought it was playing dirty, but you’d allow it—for the storyline of it all, at least…no other reason—absolutely none…)
“Je peux vous aider avec ça,” he hummed in your ear before pulling your earlobe between his teeth, the deft hand on your hip ghosting over the skin of your inner thighs and causing your breath to catch in your throat. “Permettez-moi…”
The honeyed words were like a magical salve to all that ails you, to all the remaining doubts that his kisses hadn’t cured from your mind; you hadn’t had much restraint before, but whatever iota you had remaining was sapped the moment his lust-lidded eyes met your own.
You nodded your head, and that was all the bastard needed as he smirked like the cat that had just gotten away with eating the canary. “So stubborn,” he chided playfully as he pulled one of your legs over his hip and the two of you settled into the cushions in full light of the blue skies above. Thankfully, he didn’t tease you too much as he took to sliding his calloused fingers over the damp velvet of your folds, drawing a soft whine from you like a confectioner pulling taffy in the window of one of the boutique shops you’d seen in Ajaccio.
Your eyes closed once more, head finding the crook of your partner’s neck as he drew the pad of his middle fingers in lazy circles around your pearl and the searing heat of his mouth found yours again. He swallowed every little sound you gave him when he finally sunk two thick fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them against that spongy spot deep inside you. Stars burst behind your eyes at the sensation and your hips bucked in search of more and more and more.
“Charles—,” you whimpered his name pitifully, brows knit together as you concentrated on that tight burning coil in the pit of your tummy that pulled tighter with each stroke of his digits against the velvet heat of your walls.
“Such a good girl f’me, mon ange,” he praised quietly as your hips canted in time with the movement of his fingers and soft sounds of your pleasure melted into the water that lapped at the side of the boat. You weren’t going to last long like this, not with how sensitive he’d made you from his voracious desire to have you falling apart for him every moment he had just enough privacy to do so.
“Gonna—fuck-I–,” you stammered as your thighs clamped around his hand and your body tensed around him like a rubber band pulled taut. Your eyes rolled back and strands of sweat-curled hair stuck to your forehead and nape, your mouth falling open in silent screams of pleasure. Something snapped in the depths of your core, legs quivering while warmth washed over all of you and your toes curled against the back of his calf.
“Tellement belle,” he cooed as he nursed you down from your high with slow, feather-light strokes over your swollen bud, “I’ve got you, chérie.”
Slowly, as you came back to earth from your climax, you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled in you once more, the wet heat of his mouth meeting your own as you tasted the salt of yourself on his tongue.
Pushing him away so you could catch the breath he’d stolen from your chest, you rolled onto your back as your shoulder ached from how you’d held yourself against him. With an arm over your eyes, you could feel the smoldering embers in your belly reignite—you needed more.
“You’re evil, you know that?,” you teasingly mocked as he pulled your half-undone bottoms off your other leg. Charles wasn’t done with you yet, and you had a few ideas of your own now.
“I think I can live with that,” he shrugged smugly as he sat between your legs, trunks pulled down just enough to free his aching cock. Stroking himself one, two, three times, he smeared the precum over his length before sinking into your depths with a hiss and a slew of French curses that always managed to go straight to your pussy.
Within only a few thrusts, though, he was stalling and readjusting.
“What’s wro—oh!,” you yelped in surprise as he lifted you then, first onto his knees and then onto his feet before taking you to the side of the boat and perching you onto the railing. You could hear the warning bells in your mind start to ring, but you still felt like a pile of jelly from your first orgasm to the point that you weren’t in much of a place to argue. Still, Charles could see the hesitancy in your eyes, feel it in the way that you clung to him.
“Je t’ai, je t’ai,” he reassured with a strong hand on your hip and another guiding one of your arms around his neck. You nodded, trusting he had tight enough hold of you.
But oh how that trust was misplaced…
The angle from which he drove into you was almost too good to be true—if you’d have been standing, your knees would’ve buckled at the very sensation. And given the choked groans in your ear, you knew the Monégasque felt the same way, too.
You closed your eyes for just a moment and then suddenly you were plunged into a dim coldness that enveloped your entire form, a stark contrast from the simmering heat of your boyfriend’s body. Thankfully, your instincts reacted faster than your conscious mind, and you emerged at the surface after only a moment under the waves.
Just as your head broke the surface, a large splash came down just next to you before familiar hands were finding your skin—first at your ankle…then your opposite calf…then your hips and small of your back.
This dumb motherfucker lost his grip amongst the sweat and sunscreen and slick of you and sent you over the side of the boat into the crystalline waters below. It was only a seven-foot or so drop, but still, the point stood: he did not, in fact, have you.
A shocked and incredulous look took over Charles's face as he sputtered and stammered, trying to think of something—anything—to say that would make sense of this disaster of a sexcapade.
You, on the other hand, simply laughed. You were fine—shocked, no doubt, but fine nonetheless.
“You’re so fucked,” you laughed as you wrapped yourself around him once more as you knew there was no meaningful way he could drop you now—you were not making the same mistake twice.
“Je suis foutu vraiment désolé, chérie—I-I thought-I,” he stammered, still falling over himself to try and explain the whole thing before you took his flustered face in your hands and pressed your lips together to shut him up once and for all.
“I’m fine, baby—I’m okay,” you soothed, resting your forehead against his. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest pressed to your own. Slowly, he seemed to come back into his body, into his coherent thoughts as the fear and adrenaline of the whole snafu began to fade.
“However,” you started, leaning back from the man, “I will expect some heavy groveling tonight.” You smirked, a slight mischievous twinkle in your eye.
“‘Groveling’?,” he asked in confusion, “I do not kno—”
“Ne t'inquiète pas,” you teased with a knowing grin, “you’ll figure it out, baby.”
And figure it out he did as you came for the third time that night, pushing his head away from your oversensitive cunt as a chuckle rumbled through his chest and over your sweat-slicked skin. You were scrabbling away over sheets now damp with your sweat and release, whine caught in your throat as Charles tangled a hand in your hair at the nape of your neck to pull your mouth to his own in an absolutely fucking filthy kiss that had your rubbing your thighs together like a damn cricket.
“Charlie,” you whimpered as his hand pried your thighs apart once more with your chest still heaving from your last orgasm.
“I thought you wanted me to grovel, mon cœur,” he snarked as his teeth worried into that same spot between your neck and shoulder as before, tongue soothing over the blossoming mark before he ducked his head further down. You keened for him petulantly, hips bucking momentarily as his plush lips wrapped around a taut nipple.
Still, he looked up at you as he released your nipple with a wet pop, and his hazel eyes met yours in earnest. “Do you want me to stop, chérie—enough for tonight?,” he asked, knuckles gently brushing over your cheek and pushing your now-dampened hair away from your face. You could feel his cock, hot and heavy against your sensitive thighs, and you would’ve had the dignity to blush if it hadn’t been for the fact that you’d probably let him do just about anything he wanted to do to you.
“No, I just—,” you started pitifully before a sharp cry of surprise left your lips as he tugged you firmly by the ankles closer to him once more.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, minette,” he half-groaned with that stupid fucking smirk on his lips while pressing against your quivering entrance before he bottomed out in a single press of his hips that made your eyes roll like a pair of marbles on a tile floor.
You were so incredibly fucked. Literally and figuratively.
final note: i now have a sideblog for my writing, @velvetsainz-writes! follow me there for fic recs, inspo, & all things related to my writing!
Hello writeblr! I'm back to Tumblr because I remembered that I can simply yap about my works here and sometimes the void will actually yell back , which only occasionally happens with Instagram or with my friends
So the main setting I'm doing stories in is the rip in reality. If any of you knew me when I was active here before, you'll know I was mostly working on the setting of Fillor. It got way too large in scope though (& same goes for the projects in that setting) so I shelved it till I developed more skills. Especially since I'd have to rework a bunch of stuff to make sense together.
Anyway here's an intro to the rip in reality
2040s to 2060s From the intro of Toxic Sludge Fountain (WIP serialized visual novel): The surface of the earth is pockmarked with distortio
I'm working on multiple stuff which I'll talk about too, but mainly I want to go for talking about this one
Current main WIP: Welcome to the Real World
A visual novel which has something of a Frankenstein plot and even some Jekyll & Hyde type stuff.
Our main character is Kabir. He's doing a master's & doing research related to malleable moh-maya (which is one theory of how people conceptualize the 'rips in reality') & how it can be used for consumer products (the fabric of reality ripped up in 2042 and then it all stabilized in a few years, and ppl managed to use the new fragility for good purpose). At college he is closeted. But he has a triple life: one where he freely lives as a trans man (that's where his name Kabir) and one where he's a "cis woman" (the name is not revealed in the narrative because it's HIS narrative + it's none of your business as the audience) doing the master's about moh-maya for consumer products stuff and one where he's an anonymous researcher (pseudonym is Moksh) working on less scrupulous research (note: academia is overall more disorganized in the new world anyway, MOST research is done in the shadows under pseudonyms now; this is in the 2070s) and he achieves something great. this great thing is a creature , constructed w/malleable moh-maya, with sapience , actually able to think.
The prev "conscious" beings before the creature. They're like genAI of now, they can't think, they just take in a lot of sensory info as data , and the physiological responses as data too , and you can see/hear/feel from said data if you share their "minds" but it's just… plugging into the sensory data being connected. And they behave in response to the physiological responses of the body (for example, when the body touches something hot), they're really elaborate but closer to philosophical zombies…………. they're called "conscious" but that's by the specific definition that moh-maya researchers have. This is "false consciousness", contentiously considered practically the same as the consciousness of something like a bacteria or simply a machine that can have sensory information inputted and then it behaves according to said information based on its programming (again, philosphical zombies). but my head hurts let's leave it there
the creature itself: 1. it's a shapeshifters w/ a fluid not necessarily defined form 2. Kabir has to pilot its body to teach it & its nervous system how to perceive touch, have proprioception (i.e. the sense of where your body is) and how to perceive light and how to hear things like a parent holding a child's arms as the child walks for the first time. (yes during this his own body just lays sprawled on a chair; he can control what senses he's piloting and which of his own senses to turn off, v impotrant in the early stages to avoid overwhelming the creature while it learns the basics of being alive)
soon enough, 'piloting' becomes 'copiloting' as finally, finally he finds out this creature is genuinely conscious, genuinely sapient . . . . . the research the goes further
Kabir dies at the end.
At some point he starts using this creature to do vigilante justice because the world sucks and there are horrible people (including those who hurt people he loves or is mildly fond of or just happens to know + the justice system doesn't work) and also its body is much healthier than his and at some point it's just exhilarating to do this stuff regardless of the morality. It's an Indian metro city, people die in random accidents all the time. The creature's shapeshifting helps a lot with this. Sometimes people fall into a nala and that's that. Sometimes a drunkard stumbles into a vortex of turbulent spacetime (after having all the oxygen sucked out of him). Someone might be on the CCTV getting beaten to a pulp by a figure that's foreign to anyone and everyone before being dissolved with no trace, and the murderer seeming to dissolve too, making it seem like the camera could've hallucinated (happens sometimes in the rips in reality), who knows! The whole thing is some combo of a Frankenstein + Jekyll & Hyde narrative. The creature hates it so much but Moksh ends up becoming a very manipulative parent as he gets a taste for bloodlust. At the start it's just about eliminating someone who wouldn't be walking free if the justice system worked. After that, yeah, he DOES keep targetting awful people, but many may not deserve such awful deaths + their awfulness is on a personal level, abuse and all, and he slowly starts ignoring whatever the hell the victims may have wanted (prev he'd at least TRY to figure out if they might want the person dead, whether through conversation or by having the creature shapeshift into a random stranger at some tapri engaging them in the sort of deep conversations you often only have with people you'll never meet again; he starts disrespecting both the agency of the creature and that of the people he's supposedly helping. it's so suspicious to his community at some point too, he keeps disappearing and then abusers giving trouble to them and their friends keep dropping like flies, and he slowly stops thinking through the consequence of killing , say, someone who holds financial power over someone, etc etc
the main story takes place over almost a year. starts from 1st sem of masters', where he's doing internships & knows what he wants professionally, to the tail end of the degree where he can still kinda manage the degree alongside this other research -- which he's managed before [minus some difficulties w/depression] because he has "barely any social life" (according to him, the unreliable narrator) to take up his time -- but he knows the discrepancies will kill him eventually and in the last 2 months or so he's pretty much given up (VN choice branching: the last choice he takes is right before these last 2 months; the canon one is he gives up on himself, the alternative is he stops the vigilantism and stops using his creation as a tool and starts talking to his friends again, picking up the pieces).
What does Architectural Designer mean, are you not a architect?
fun question! i am not. i am not in fact allowed to call myself an an architect in the usa until i meet some pretty exacting requirements.
you need an architecture degree from an NAAB (national architectural accrediting board) accredited university. i have a masters from one! there are a few other ways if your degree isn’t from an NAAB program, though, but they get complex.
you need 3,740 hours of work experience logged in the AXP (architecture experience program), and some jurisdictions require more experience.
these hours must be reported from after high school, and a licensed supervisor must approve them.
these hours fall under the 6 designated categories, and each category has a specific hours requirement. going over the hours in one category does not allow you to put those overflow hours in another category. (for example, if you have more hours in construction than needed and less in practice management, you do not get to put the overflow construction hours into your practice management requirement. thus, a lot of designers end up with way more than 3,740 hours of experience if their firm isn’t really really good at giving them their exact hour requirements. my last job gave me 0 construction hours and an insane amount of programming hours.)
at least half of your work experience must be gained from working for a legally practicing architecture firm and under the supervision of an architect licensed with the USA or Canada. the rest of your work experience can be outside of a firm, such as in a construction company, though the regulations are a little weird.
the six areas are:
160 hours in practice management, which is basically experience in running a firm, like business management, getting projects, client relationships, etc.
360 hours in project management, which is basically experience in budgeting, coordinating, and executing a project to contractual requirements.
260 hours in programming and analysis, which is basically experience in building code, zoning, research & evaluating client needs, site data and analysis, etc - kind of the pre-design of a project.
1,080 hours in project planning and design, which is basically experience in schematic design. this is building layout, building codes, schematic coordination, and early design & concepts and coordinating these with a client.
1,520 hours in project development and documentation, which is everything after schematic design and before actual construction. this is putting together construction documents and getting various approvals and stuff from the government and other regulatory officials.
360 hours in construction and evaluation, which is actually building the building, coordinating and leading construction teams, reviewing shop drawings, problem solving as issues come up during construction (like how my GC just misread the plans very badly in the first week of construction this week and entirely demolished a few very important structural load bearing columns we had clearly labeled to remain and then FURTHER ASSUMED that despite things like column foundations and PART OF THE ROOF had not been called out at all to be demolished, surely they should anyway because they were connected to the columns. they have agreed to pay for this mistake themselves at least because it took 3 seconds to point out on the plans where they fucked up) and anything that comes after construction.
your hours must be reported within 6 months of experiencing them for them to count as 100%. if you report anything from 6 months ago to 5 years ago, it only counts as 50% (2 hours would count as 1 hour), and before 5 years it doesn’t count at all.
it costs about $100 a year to maintain an AXP record. some firms will reimburse you this cost. others dont. mine doesn’t.
im technically done with my hours but i still have to log a few hundred… aough
you need to pass 6 ARE (architect registration exam) tests. in 2023 there was a 58% pass rate, meaning 42% of applicants failed the exams. this was a higher pass rate than the previous year. about 16,800 people took their tests in 2023.
practice management is a 2 hour 45 minute long test.
project management, programming & analysis, and construction & evaluation are each 3 hours and 15 minutes long per test.
project planning & design and project development & documentation are each 4 hours and 15 minutes long per test.
this is a total of 21 hours of tests, not including scheduled test breaks.
these tests are scheduled separately and each can be taken basically whenever, though if the ARE gets a new ‘version’ (we’re at ARE 5.0 right now, so when they update to ARE 6.0) your previous completed/passed exams are only valid so long as they’re all taken under the same version. you get about 18 months notice when they’re updating to the next version. after that, theres a transition period to get credits for your previously passed tests if you haven’t passed all tests.
the tests are offered at a lot of locations AND can be taken remotely on a computer. the restrictions on what you can/can’t bring, wear, etc are crazy strict, the rules on taking breaks are crazy strict, and the remote testing rules are absolutely bonkers (for example, you need multiple 360 degree cameras in your room if i remember right but im too lazy to look it up). there is no cheating in the ARE. they will make sure of it.
each test costs $257 to take, meaning if you pass each test the first time, you pay a total of $1,542 to take your tests. if you fail one, you have to pay the full $257 to take it again. many firms will reimburse you test costs if you pass, but not if you fail. others just say fuck you pay it yourself. its a $103 fine to cancel a test.
you then, when that’s all done, pay a $75 fee to put in for a license application, and if it is accepted, you pay an additional $120 professional license fee.
your license expires 6/30 of every even numbered year and you must maintain a certain amount of CEH (continuing education hours). this includes things like attending NCARB (national council of architectural registration boards) approved workshops, classes, conferences, etc, and a lot of those need to be related to ethics, safety, health, and welfare. there are of course fees for this reregistration, but i dont remember. its a few hundred dollars at least. there are other fees for like, reactivation and all.
this is all for a license in a single state/jurisdiction. like, if you have a license in new york, you need a separate license for california. to obtain licensure in another, you have to apply again - though your existing qualifications often suffice for the next license, there may be more hoops and fees. australia and new zealand and canada and mmmaybe a few other countries can swap over licenses, but thats like $1,500 i think? i dont remember its been years since i graduated college
you are NOT AT ALL IN ANY WAY allowed to call yourself an architect in the USA if you do not have a license. they come down hard on that. especially on social media. if you have ‘architect’ listed as your profession in like your instagram bio and youre not, the NCARB gets pissssssed. also, some jurisdictions have even more requirements than all this.
now of course i obviously dont need an architecture license to work in the architecture field - but you need a license to prepare & sign & stamp architectural drawings and specifications, to practice on your own, etc etc etc. basically anything i do needs to be reviewed and approved by a licensed architect, and if something goes wrong, its on the licensed architect. also they get paid way more. way more.
Lord Tikarathin, a liaison officer from Corporate's blackest core, has been dispatched to the marsh world of Talbut to serve as the integration lead over Mægera's operations following Director Samiaza's recent antics, insubordination toward the conglomerate, and generally poor management of production and resources. She has been carelessly deploying units and losing candidates in the Shalush Program for cultivating sacrificial mediums, whether through escape, acts of violence, rebellion, or hauntings that drive them into hysteria. Tikarathin has arrived to tighten the leash on Samiaza and get operations back on track.
This is Eleka, Tikarathin's assistant, a Tachton servitor construct whose flesh was taken from cold storage. As his secretary, she is capable of performing a number of superhuman computations, serves as a repository for vast swaths of data, and carries out errands ranging from the mundane to the clandestine and macabre. Surgical scars from her augmentations run across her body. Her master bears similar scars, although members of the high brass often embellish or beautify theirs as marks of status.
A newer character concept, Silat is a Tachton servitor. Whereas characters like Gwellian and Eleka are flesh-based Tachtons, typically derived from and modified using living hosts or subjects, with augmentations performed to enhance abilities such as shape-shifting mimicry and other adaptive traits, Silat is the "muscle" to Eleka's subtlety. Composed primarily of machinery, he serves as Tikarathin's bodyguard and bound escort.
Some Samiaza ideations. Samiaza was once a candidate due to her possessing descent-gene characteristics, but because of faulty expression and insufficient aptitude, she was reassigned for Tachton experimentation. She was later placed in the role of handler and eventually promoted to director, owing to her obsessive, pathological disposition and her savvy managerial skills, which made her effective at driving production and coordinating large-scale onslaughts.
She's more akin to Silat — a "ghost in a shell," haha — but occupies a much higher position in the hierarchy. Even so, Tikarathin outranks her by a considerable margin. He is Corporate. Samiaza, by contrast, is more like an experimental prop-up overseeing a regional directorship, just one of countless subsidiaries beneath the conglomerate.
She performed well for a time, until she began making more and more mistakes. She's a bit unhinged. Then again, everyone within — or marked by — the Company is insane.
Sketch of Semuta, who I now think is the story's main character and protagonist. Her mission is to bring about the Company's death by any means necessary.
so for context, i'm a stagehand, i've worked for events as well as in community theater, so this is mostly based off of that. doing my part to add dps to the dps tag, and this was what i could come up with
ok they're all involved in a small community theater production of the tempest over the summer
neil is an actor, he's playing ariel, this is one of the first roles he's landed. he'd done theater in school as puck, which didn't go so well, but it's been a while since then. he's graduated college recently after studying medicine and is finally somehow at a point where his father has less control over him. despite this, he's somewhat unsure what he wants to do now, if he wants to continue with medicine cause it's what he knows, or try to make it in theater.
todd is the assistant stage manager, he was really unsure about taking the job, but the stage manager, cameron, who he was pretty good friends with, and who he'd worked on a crew with before, specifically wanted him. despite this, he's worried that he's too anxious and not assertive enough to do it
cameron is the stage manager, and a bit of a hardass, which means the crew loves him and a decent chunk of the actors hate him. he's good at his job, he's very organized and really good at getting shit done and people together, but he'll also chew you out if you fuck up
meeks and pitts are lights and sound respectively, they've worked on a ton of shows together before and are pretty close. every show they work together, they bring a bag of snacks with them for the crew to eat during performances
charlie is the prop master, and a stagehand. he has a knack for finding weirdly useful shit in random places, and is brilliant at constructing props. despite this cameron is constantly having to bug him to get his stuff finished on time. he and cameron have a sort of love/hate relationship, they clash really bad at times but they both understand that the show would not be as good if either of them weren't there
keating is the director! he works really well with newer actors, i'd imagine he's pretty similar to peter weir in a lot of ways. he can take a little too long to reach deadlines, as getting the show perfect is a lot more important to him, which annoys cameron a bit
knox is also an actor, he's playing ferdinand and is convinced that he and chris, who plays miranda, are destined to be together or something. chris doesn't see him like that though
chris is miranda, she was originally interested in the tech/design aspect of theater, but a while back they needed more actors, and she ended up volunteering. she started as crew when ginny first started acting, because ginny was nervous to do it alone
ginny is iris, she has more free time this show since her role is smaller, but is always at rehearsal whenever chris is there, so she ends up sitting around and watching a lot. she quickly becomes friends with neil, who is similarly always around todd
anytime he's not busy, neil is hanging around todd. he's started doing parts of todds job for him, getting batteries, taping doors, sweeping the stage, doing other miscellaneous errands. he spends so much time with todd that he somehow ends up as crew in the program in addition to ariel. he starts getting to the theater early when the crew shows up just to spend more time with todd. cameron has started treating him as an extra stagehand
Here's a fun scenario for the "Obey Me!" Community to enjoy.
When Adelha first opened her apothecary shop in the Devildom, there were many incidents where her shop got vandalized. By lesser demons who were vehemently against having any Fae in their realm. This led to Lord Diavolo going directly to the apothecary shop to clean off the graffiti and fix the broken windows himself. Without magic to use elbow grease and his two hands. With Raphael and Solomon doing the same right beside him as Simeon and Luke watched Adelha's pets for her. Mephistoles covered each time this happened in the newspapers.
On the third incident of the apothecary shop getting vandalized, The Avatars of Sin actually went on a direct hunt to find those who were responsible for the damage. The culprits found within the hour to have Lord Diavolo punish them in front of the entire Devildom. Their noble titles stripped and having their wealth taken in totality. Lord Diavolo intended to give that wealth to Adelha for the damages. yet she insisted that the money be used to set up a program for special needs children within the Devildom and sorcery communities.
Several Fae nobles pitched in to running this program to also set up adoption services for any and all children in need. Dozens of Adelha's Fae friends end up adopting little ones into their families as a result. Several different orphanages and daycares get built to facilitate this program and it's mission to aide children. With Belphegor and Beelzebub helping with the construction of these buildings. While Lucifer ended up helping Lord Diavolo with the legal paperwork for Mammon and Asmodeus to volunteer at the daycares or orphanages. Leviathan manages the websites for the program with Satan and Raphael helping out with troubleshooting. While Simeon and Barbatos take up supervising everyone so they take time to rest.
Adelha ends up spending a couple of months helping with sewing blankets and clothes for the daycares to use. Her guardian Claude Zander Gaugain seeing to the making of wooden furniture for them to use. Since he is a master at woodworking and dedicates himself to aiding Adelha in her calling to protect and nurture those in need. Which earns the respect of Lord Diavolo and Lucifer as they watch Claude make a crib as he has the baby the crib is for nestled in his one arm to hum a warm tune. Which Lord Diavolo finds to be absolutely priceless that Adelha's family cherish children so much.
