Hello everyone! I am Daniela Rivera, currently working as a freelance digital artist, but I’ve been building my portfolio to jump to the Video Games industry. I would love to join a small team or studio to get experience in the field and help to create something amazing. I’m very versatile and I like to be involved in all the steps of the creative pipeline. I have a degree in animation and digital arts, with a specialization in Visual Development (not that the title really matters) but I have a broad knowledge of the production process and softwares in different levels.
2D - Photoshop, Clip Studio, Procreate (Advanced) 3D - Maya (Intermediate), Blender(Intermediate), Zbrush (Basic-Intermediate) Game Engines - Unity and Unreal (Interface Manage)
I would be happy creating characters, environments, designing assets, powers effects, 3D basic modeling, texturing with optimization for games.
If I don’t know how to do something I will find a way to learn.
Hoping to hear from you. Write me about your projects to [email protected] or to Discord DanyRiv#4896.
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If you've reached this far, it's because of some happy confluence of my words, the Reddit algorithm and fickle fortune.
Our meeting seemed to dangle so much on fate, it's only fair we pay our dues. Give it our best shot. Do justice to the matchmakers of heaven. The directors of this romance. I'm on the quest for a sweet companion. Someone with a good heart. Kind and empathetic - Like my own. The good person at the end of the romcom when the attractive antagonists lose their allure.
Someone who enjoys intellectual discussions. Who likes dissecting her topics of interest and squeezing it for all the insight if offers. Someone who loves listening to someone passionate about the things they love. Someone whom I could talk to the entire day about the various events filling it and make observations about the overall arcs of our lives.
Our conversation begins with pleasantries and surface-level introductions – the most rudimentary and formal aspects. Gradually, the outer layers crack, and a lighthearted joke reveals another layer of depth. Common or contrasting tastes in art become the social customs for forging new connections.
The conversation starts out with pleasantaries and outward introduction of our demographic information - the most rudimentary. The most formal. Gradually, the outer layers crack and a mild joke cuts across the mask and we're another layer deep. Common or different tastes in art are the usual social custom for making new acquaintances.
Soon, our conversation flows like a roaring river eliciting deep intellectual and emotional responses from both of us.
We're discussing prized memories and cherished fantasies of the future. Chalking out hypotheticals and admiring the other's world views. Pretty soon, we're suddenly bare and feeling a strong bond by virtue of what we've shared.
Small silences punctuated the conversation. These silences were not awkward. It was a comforting waterfall of connection. It was the silence that followed from both of us knowing and enjoying the bond created by our hearts.
I love the feeling of talking to someone and, within a short span of time, feeling as though I have known them for lifetimes. It's a bond that surpasses those formed in everyday interactions..
I'd like someone who is open to and enjoys voice calls. I'd love to have someone to call at the end of the night, as I'm cozy in my bed, or maybe sneak in a call for pleasure amidst the endless perfunctory ones I have to take.
Our general moments of sugar would only be interrupted by strong torrents of spice. Moments when we'd be filled with raw, animalistic passion and forego any kind of sophistry. Times when we'd cast away the side of ourselves that everyone in real life knows and give free reign to the animal inside of us - hungry for the other. I should warn (or maybe delight) you that In my erotic fantasies I enjoy being someone far different from my usual reticent self into someone who firmly takes charge.
I do not want someone who only wants to talk for a day. I want someone who intends to talk for a few weeks at least. I also do not want someone who is simply reaching out to me because they're bored. Only reach out if you genuinely liked the post and genuinely want to spend at least a few weeks.

Apologies for the length and any typos as I’m on my phone typing this.
My (40m) mom has always been crazy. I don’t mean that in a “she puts the milk in before her cereal” kind of way. I mean really hurtful, destructive things but she’s never been diagnosed with anything. To anyone beyond her inner circle she is the nicest person you’ve ever met, so my dad and I have always made excuses for the way she treats the people close to her.
The final straw happened about 2 years ago after my brother ended up in the hospital in a coma. First some backstory…
My mom thrives on chaos, anytime things are really good, she wrecks everything. She once packed up and left us on Christmas Eve and forced my brother and me to open all our presents before she left while we all sat there bawling. I was maybe 11 at the time. She was back home within the next two weeks. Chaos. Another time she lied to her sisters so much about my “bad behavior” that they confronted my dad about sending me to military school. I was a B+ student who never even got a detention in HS. I’ve got probably dozens of other examples but the worst came when my 1st child was born. The hospital would only allow 2 people in the delivery room, my wife wanted me and her mother to be there. Instead of staying in the waiting room mom went back to her hotel, she didn’t meet my daughter until almost a week after she was born. This set off a grudge against my ILs that my mom still holds to this day (16 years now).
We lived close to my parents until my oldest was around 7 yo and they regularly watched the kids for us while wife and I worked. A series of events happened within a few weeks, including her stealing pizza money from my kids school (caught on camera), smoking weed on the back porch while we got the kids ready for school, and my wife’s gas tank getting sugar dumped in it by “someone”. We’d had enough and moved back to my wife’s hometown about 800 miles away. She has still to this day not apologized or even acknowledged any of this.
Fast forward 6 years I get a call from the hospital in my home state. My brother has taken a lot of pills and is in a coma, they can’t get a hold of my parents. he’s about 200 miles away from them, so I called both of them and started driving back home myself. They didn’t have anywhere to stay so I booked a hotel for the night until we could get into Brothers apartment. They are on SS so they don’t have much disposable income. In the week we were there I learned a lot about the demons my bro was battling, mom however blamed his doctors, his medications, his girlfriends…literally ANYTHING but my brother and his mental illness.
The last straw: As I was going to meet up with some old friends my mom mentioned she was going to meet with bros therapist and find out “what was REALLY going on”. I said “Mom, I want you to please go into that meeting understanding that these people might actually be trying to help him, and that he needs their help.” She stormed away. While I was out I got a text that said (paraphrased) “this is what you wanted isn’t it? You are just a spy for the IL family and you were hoping your brother would d!3 so you could go laugh at us with them”
I. Lost. It.
I honestly blacked out for most of the ensuing argument. But I do remember telling her to go F$&@ herself and that until she got serious psychological help to stay away from me and my family.
I don’t have the heart to tell my kids why we can’t go visit grandma, and I hope I never have to. They don’t know her as the same person I grew up with and I don’t want to ruin that image for them. I know she’ll never get the help she needs and I’m prepared to never talk to her again. It breaks my heart though when my kids ask about her.
ETA: kids are now 16, 13, & 11

This is not a Weevil Woman story (my actual MIL). She was out of our lives by this point. However, FIL has remarried and my Step MIL is wild.
The man has a type, and that type is purebred crazy bitch. As another commenter noted, his dick is a dowsing rod for crazy.
She has been described before, and more of her antics are posted previously. But, the gist is that she is The Anti Fun. A black hole of humorless, fun sucking misery.
She hates anything that even has a whiff of whimsy, an iota of frivolity… really anything that isn’t within the narrow bounds of what she defines as “intellectual” and “serious”.
One of her particular areas of concentrated chaotic evil is food.
Flavor is The Enemy. Flavor leads to enjoyment, enjoyment leads to eating. Flavor of any kind is met with a shocked “Que rico!” and immediately shunned. (Why yes, she does have a raging eating disorder.)
No salt, no garlic, no pepper, no spicy. Rosemary, weirdly, is OK but that’s it.
Also, nobody in her vicinity is allowed to consume anything she deems “rico”. I mean, you CAN. She will just make you regret it. Pouting, crying, sulking and general intense hatred beamed directly into the soul of whoever was dumb enough to enjoy food in her presence.
This particular Christmas some years ago, Step MIL was out of her element. She was being forced to have Christmas at BIL’s house, since he had the small children.
As an aside, I oil paint. Creepy landscapes these days. But back in college I did a number of life size, realistic self portraits… some nude, some draped nude. (YIKES, but what can I say- I was a teenager in art skool.)
I had lost track of them over the decades, until we saw BIL’s big multistory foyer, recently redecorated post divorce. One portrait is a 6’x4’ with phthalo blue figure (c’est moi) with a background of a cadmium yellow and orange landscape. Its huge and fucking eye crossingly vibrant. Suddenly, so was the foyer! And… yep, them’s my titties.
BIL had found the portraits in storage, painted his foyer to match them and hung them up. To annoy his ex wife I assume but frankly I don’t want to know.
So this entire scene unfolded under two pair of my bright phthalo blue life size tits. Just to set the mood.
Anyway, back to the main event: this set up meant Step MIL had less control over the food.
There was an omelet. BIL had seasoned it, the poor sap. Probably cooked it in butter, and there were peppers in it. Que rico, indeed! She was visibly seething over the omelet. Dicing the tablespoon she had generously deposited on her plate into tiny pieces and glaring savagely at anyone who was actually consuming the abomination of flavor.
Someone must be made to suffer for this intolerably delicious affront of an omelet.
Husband had not yet noticed the ominous silence at the other end of the table.
He innocently started a conversation, which somehow segued into a discussion of the scientific method with his dad.
She snapped. The crazy was done brewing and had reached a fine, roiling boil.
Omelet was hurled. The scientific method was imaginary! We were denying the subjective nature of reality! The plate was launched next. She started slamming her fists on the table and full throated, well supported by her diaphragm with excellent projection, screaming.
Everyone scattered like cockroaches. Unfortunately husband got sucked into the witless argument and remained.
Suddenly I saw this… weird sparkly spot in my left field of vision. Was I finally losing it? Had my bright blue boobs on the orange background actually broken my brain?
It started spreading… and spreading. I went to hide in the bathroom and looked in the mirror and realized half my field of vision was zig zag sparkly. Was I dying? Hopefully? PLEASE SWEET BABY JEEBUS, TAKE ME NOW. As I listened to more screaming and breaking of innocent crockery in the distance.
(Of course, it was a migraine aura. Which I had never had before. Thanks Step MIL!)
When the headache kicked in moments later, I pretty much grabbed my husband and ran for the door, leaving Step MIL sobbing with rage amidst the omelet wreckage.

Cookies ‘n Cream: A creamy vanilla ice cream with tasty chunks of chocolate crème filled cookies. We were first to create this innovative flavor.
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INGREDIENTS:

Milk, cream, sugar, skim milk, chocolate crème filled cookies [sugar, wheat flour, palm oil, cocoa (processed with alkali), high fructose corn syrup, soy lecithin, natural and artificial flavor, salt, baking soda], high fructose corn syrup, corn syrup, natural and artificial flavor, cellulose gum, vegetable gums (guar, carrageenan, carob bean), annatto color.
Contains Bioengineered Food Ingredients.
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ALLERGENS:

Contains milk, soy and wheat
Please check actual product label as information may change

Nutrition Facts:

Serving Size: 1/2 cup
Calories: 180 Calories from Fat: 80
Total Fat: 9g
Saturated Fat: 5g
Trans Fat: 0g
Cholesterol: 30mg
Sodium: 90mg
Total Carbohydrates: 21g
Dietary Fiber: 0g
Sugars: 17g
Protein: 3g

If you've reached this far, it's because of some happy confluence of my words, the Reddit algorithm and fickle fortune.
Our meeting seemed to dangle so much on fate, it's only fair we pay our dues. Give it our best shot. Do justice to the matchmakers of heaven. The directors of this romance. I'm on the quest for a sweet companion. Someone with a good heart. Kind and empathetic - Like my own. The good person at the end of the romcom when the attractive antagonists lose their allure.
Someone who enjoys intellectual discussions. Who likes dissecting her topics of interest and squeezing it for all the insight if offers. Someone who loves listening to someone passionate about the things they love. Someone whom I could talk to the entire day about the various events filling it and make observations about the overall arcs of our lives.
Our conversation begins with pleasantries and surface-level introductions – the most rudimentary and formal aspects. Gradually, the outer layers crack, and a lighthearted joke reveals another layer of depth. Common or contrasting tastes in art become the social customs for forging new connections.
The conversation starts out with pleasantaries and outward introduction of our demographic information - the most rudimentary. The most formal. Gradually, the outer layers crack and a mild joke cuts across the mask and we're another layer deep. Common or different tastes in art are the usual social custom for making new acquaintances.
Soon, our conversation flows like a roaring river eliciting deep intellectual and emotional responses from both of us.
We're discussing prized memories and cherished fantasies of the future. Chalking out hypotheticals and admiring the other's world views. Pretty soon, we're suddenly bare and feeling a strong bond by virtue of what we've shared.
Small silences punctuated the conversation. These silences were not awkward. It was a comforting waterfall of connection. It was the silence that followed from both of us knowing and enjoying the bond created by our hearts.
I love the feeling of talking to someone and, within a short span of time, feeling as though I have known them for lifetimes. It's a bond that surpasses those formed in everyday interactions..
I'd like someone who is open to and enjoys voice calls. I'd love to have someone to call at the end of the night, as I'm cozy in my bed, or maybe sneak in a call for pleasure amidst the endless perfunctory ones I have to take.
Our general moments of sugar would only be interrupted by strong torrents of spice. Moments when we'd be filled with raw, animalistic passion and forego any kind of sophistry. Times when we'd cast away the side of ourselves that everyone in real life knows and give free reign to the animal inside of us - hungry for the other. I should warn (or maybe delight) you that In my erotic fantasies I enjoy being someone far different from my usual reticent self into someone who firmly takes charge.
I do not want someone who only wants to talk for a day. I want someone who intends to talk for a few weeks at least. I also do not want someone who is simply reaching out to me because they're bored. Only reach out if you genuinely liked the post and genuinely want to talk long term.

College Indian kid looking for fun but I also want to build real life connections I’m not a big texter I’d rather do sum fun like go karting, art museum, or pottery. Down to text to exchange pics and get to know each other a lil better before meeting. Yes I’m real lol and yes we need to FaceTime before we meet. 420 friendly located near sugar land hmu dms open.
More about me- love to travel, go to the beach, fishing, go karting, arcades anything fun lmao. Btw I’m straight forward so u don’t have to act fake if u don’t fw me jus say that it’s wtv idc

1. A Texas federal judge has banned legal filings that are drafted primarily by AI in his court without a person first checking those documents for accuracy.[1]
2. For those wondering when AI will start replacing human jobs, the answer is it already has. AI contributed to nearly 4,000 job losses last month, according to data from Challenger, Gray & Christmas, as interest in the rapidly evolving technology’s ability to perform advanced organizational tasks and lighten workloads has intensified.[2]
3. A.I.-Generated Versions of Art-Historic Paintings Are Flooding Google’s Top Search Results.[3]
4. Coinbase Says AI Represents ‘Important Opportunity’ for Crypto. Crypto can help AI with sourcing diverse, verified data. Market cap of crypto projects directly involved in AI is low.[4]
   Sources: [1] https://thehill.com/policy/technology/4032793-texas-judge-bans-legal-filings-that-rely-on-ai-generated-content/ [2] https://www.cbsnews.com/news/ai-job-losses-artificial-intelligence-challenger-report/ [3] https://news.artnet.com/art-world/ai-versions-of-art-historically-significant-paintings-flood-google-top-results-2313747 [4] https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-06-02/coinbase-says-crypto-may-provide-guardrails-against-ai-excesses#xj4y7vzkg
   

1. A Texas federal judge has banned legal filings that are drafted primarily by AI in his court without a person first checking those documents for accuracy.[1]
2. For those wondering when AI will start replacing human jobs, the answer is it already has. AI contributed to nearly 4,000 job losses last month, according to data from Challenger, Gray & Christmas, as interest in the rapidly evolving technology’s ability to perform advanced organizational tasks and lighten workloads has intensified.[2]
3. A.I.-Generated Versions of Art-Historic Paintings Are Flooding Google’s Top Search Results.[3]
4. Coinbase Says AI Represents ‘Important Opportunity’ for Crypto. Crypto can help AI with sourcing diverse, verified data. Market cap of crypto projects directly involved in AI is low.[4]

Sources included at: https://bushaicave.com/2023/06/02/6-2-2023/

1. A Texas federal judge has banned legal filings that are drafted primarily by AI in his court without a person first checking those documents for accuracy.[1]
2. For those wondering when AI will start replacing human jobs, the answer is it already has. AI contributed to nearly 4,000 job losses last month, according to data from Challenger, Gray & Christmas, as interest in the rapidly evolving technology’s ability to perform advanced organizational tasks and lighten workloads has intensified.[2]
3. A.I.-Generated Versions of Art-Historic Paintings Are Flooding Google’s Top Search Results.[3]
4. Coinbase Says AI Represents ‘Important Opportunity’ for Crypto. Crypto can help AI with sourcing diverse, verified data. Market cap of crypto projects directly involved in AI is low.[4]

Sources included at: https://bushaicave.com/2023/06/02/6-2-2023/

So I’m anorexic & bulimic, I’m almost 24years old and it’s getting so out of hand. Every week I “binge” on fridays. I was able to maintain & even lose doing this cos they’re pretty small usually. But the lower I go in calories on normal restrict days, the bigger my binge days get. Today I had a bit more than half the jar of the LARGE version of skippy peanut butter of. 13welches fruit snack packs, threeservings of crème pasta & a bunch of Turkey & cheese sandwiches, a little ice cream & cookies . My question is, will I gain any weight back from this one binge? My long term plan is to after tomorrow up my daily intake so these binges decrease in frequency. I didn’t purge anything, I figured if I keep it down, my body will need less calories during the week. But I’m scared of what I may gain overnight because of the amount of calories & sugar. I got away with it the first few times, but eventually it will catch up

Funny censored version for TV that redubs all profanity and even removed by CGI some of profanity and gore
From imdb
"Many changes were made to the movie to minimize the violent and adult content when it was broadcast on TBS. One of the most interesting: The "Pussy Wagon" was CGI changed to a "Party Wagon".
On the DVD, the Bride's line, "I could see the faces of the cunts that did this to me and the dick responsible. Members all of Bill's brainchild - the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad." is altered to "I could see the faces of the cunts that did this to me. And the dicks responsible. Members all of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad." (The TBS version uses "tramps" and "jerks" instead.)"
Whats left is this few seconds clip
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePB8ZOv--bE
and "Party Wagon" photo
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FQzWGlsX0AYhXGc?format=jpg&name=small
"Kill Bill: Volume 1 is a 2003 American martial arts film written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. It stars Uma Thurman as the Bride, a former assassin who swears revenge on her ex-teammates (Lucy Liu, Michael Madsen, Daryl Hannah, and Vivica A. Fox) and their leader, Bill (David Carradine), after they leave her for dead. Her journey takes her to Tokyo, where she battles the yakuza.Tarantino conceived Kill Bill as an homage to the 1973 film Lady Snowblood, grindhouse cinema, martial arts films, samurai cinema, blaxploitation and spaghetti Westerns. It features an anime sequence by Production I.G. Volume 1 is the first of two Kill Bill films made in a single production. They were planned as a single release, which Tarantino split into two films to avoid having to cut scenes. Volume 2 was released six months later.Kill Bill was theatrically released in the United States on October 10, 2003. It received positive reviews and grossed over $180 million worldwide on a $30 million budget, achieving the highest-grossing opening weekend of a Tarantino film to that point."

coffee bean and tea leaf’s cookie butter. not chai and brown sugar one ): it’s not the same . i heard maybe white chocolate mocha, toffee nut, and cinnamon dolce. if not i’ll be using my tips to go to the bean after work 🤷🏻‍♀️