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Max Unravelled

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

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Summary- Max accidentally made an account on google plus in 2013. He came across a poetry page and enjoyed reading them. He ends up friends with the poet. He loved the normalcy she brought to his life. He didn't realise when the comfort he felt for her turned into love.

{Max's POV}

2013

I was searching for something on my gmail account when a pop up for google plus came through; without much thought I clicked on it. Some how, I'm yet to figure that out, I ended up with a google plus account. One of the few accounts I got recommended was a poetry and story account. They wrote very eloquently; I could feel the emotions in every word. I started reading all their posts in my spare time and even commenting on the ones I liked. I found my self constantly checking back to their page to see if they posted something. Their poetry was relatable and understandable. I hope they always have a good day since their words always pick me up when I'm down.

The poet I had been enjoying so much is a girl, and her name is Y/N. She's around my age; I guess that's why I related to her work so much. We spoke for the first time ever on her birthday. She made a post about it being her birthday so I wished her. She was sad about not being able to enjoy her birthday, I felt bad for her so we talked for a while until dad called me to practise. That was the start of our friendship. We ended up talking on google plus a lot. We shared the same sense of humour and best of all, she didn't know about racing. It was like a breath of fresh air to not talk about racing. She doesn't even seem interested in it; so I can live as Max for a while now.

My birthday was shit but talking to her made everything better. I can't believe I got excited about talking to someone and that someone made me feel good even on one of my shittiest days. She's one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of talking to. I really do wanna talk to her on phone, typing everything I want to say out feels tedious.

2014

I've gotten busier since this year with Formula 3. We barely get to talk anymore. She did send me her number and we chat on Whatsapp whenever we can. But obviously it is not the same. I've suggested talking on call a few time and she finally agreed; I just need to find the perfect time to get away from everything to talk to her. I felt so nervous to talk to her for some reason, what if she thought I was weird and didn't enjoy talking to me? What if she heard me and decided I wasn't fun? What if we had nothing to talk about? I called her while sitting in my driver's room, she picked up quite quickly after 2 rings to be exact.

Max- Hi, Y/N! Y/N- Hey, Max!! How are you? Max- I'm good, what about you? Y/N- Yeah, I'm good too. haha!! This is so weird talking to you. Max- yeah, you sound pretty. Why would I say that? That sounds so fucking creepy, I face palmed myself so hard. Y/N- You sound nice too. I mean....you have a nice voice. Max- haha, thanks, this is the first time some one has said that. She thinks I have a nice voice, do I? Y/N- soooo, what have you been up too?? You've been so busy lately. I could hear people outside the driver's room. I quickly locked the door before answering her question. Max- yeah, I've been busy with stuff. I'll be done soon for a while now. Y/N- That's great I need my best friend back! Did she just call me her best friend? I've never had a best friend before.

We ended up talking on calls a lot more. I would have her contact ringer saved with a separate ringtone so that I would know to answer it. She usually called at reasonable times, where ever I travelled as if she knew my schedule.

2015

I got signed with RedBull Racing's junior team, making me the youngest driver. It was such a surreal feeling. But this also meant I couldn't talk to Y/N as much as I wished I could. Training and the races kept me very busy. But she was very understanding and would always welcome me back, no matter how long I was gone for.

2021

The first time I'm regretting not telling what I do to Y/N was today when I won my first World Championship. I was surrounded by my team, my girlfriend and my family as I got out of the car after I finished P1 at Abu Dhabi but it felt strange; like I was missing someone. I wish I could share this win, the biggest in my life yet, with the person who makes me feel so special yet so myself.

When I asked her about Formula One, she didn't know about, she didn't even know the prominent figures. So, I wasn't as worried about her finding out but I did worry now; since my win was controversial according to the media. However, she never asked. Was she really unaware or playing dumb? I wasn't sure if I should be grateful I get to be just Max or sad that I can't share a huge part of my life with my best friend.

2023

Y/N and I have been friends for the past 10 years. Time really flies. I've gotten a lot better at balancing my personal and work life. Y/N is my well kept secret; like I'm the only one who knows her. She moved out for college and we've only video called since. She is still funny and still writes. I think it's so cool of her to stay passionate about what she loves and keeping at it. She loves my cats more than I love them sometimes, she get's so excited when I send pictures of them. She says they cheer her up and that Jimmy and Sassy are her virtual pets. They loved her too honestly, they would always recognise when she was on call and jump into my lap or the phone to see or hear her. She still doesn't know what I did for a living; we've kept that a 'secret' you could say. But really I just didn't know how to tell her I was a Formula One driver and a 2 time World Champion.

Today was like any other day, I hadn't spoken to Y/N at all. Whenever I called her, I would usually close/lock the door depending on who was at home. My girlfriend didn't know about Y/N. I didn't even know how to bring it up, honestly. I sat down on my SimRacing chair after I switched the livestream off. Her phone rang for a few times and then stopped ringing but she didn't answer the call. I tried again thinking maybe she was busy or didn't hear it. I called a couple times before texting her; no reply. I was freaking out. This was the first time in 10 years that she hasn't answered my calls. She won't even reply to my messages. I found myself pacing around the house. The door to the room opened to my girlfriend's daughter standing in front of me, "Maxie, why are you walking in circles?" She asked after observing me for sometime. "It's nothing" I said, trying to calm myself down more than give a reply to her question. All these horrible thoughts swirled through my mind; what if she was in an accident and no one knows? What if she got robbed? What if she hurt herself and can't get help? What was I supposed to do? I didn't even know where she lived. I just couldn't think straight. My hair was a mess with how much I was running my fingers through it, a few stands coming along when I almost pulled them out of frustration.

After 7 hours, she replied to my text. I had almost given up hope, but she said that she was fine and that her phone was about to die. I felt relieved knowing that she was ok. But the text was so out of character for her. I texted her everyday after that in hope of talking to her. We always spoke everyday and it had been years since we didn't speak for so long. Almost every text was left on delivered. I had a race this weekend which I won and went out to celebrate with everyone because they wanted me to tag along. I didn't see the text Y/N sent me a while after the race since I was at the club. I only saw it when I got home. As soon as I saw it, I called her. She answered after a few rings.

Max- Schat, how have you been? Haven't heard a word from you in days. You could clearly hear the worry in my voice. Y/N- I've been busy, school year ending and stuff. Why didn't you sleep yet? Max- You know my sleep schedule is non existent. Y/N- Yeah, I guess I do. What did she mean by that? Her voice seemed hoarse, was she sick?Y/N- You know how I do freelance editing Max- You've told me about it Y/N- The latest author I'm working with is a sports author. I was hoping you could help me since you are a walking encycylopedia. Max- sure schat, but what's up with you? You know I'm always there for you Y/N- Yeah it nothing, just stressed. Max- Take off, you deserve it I wish she took care of herself instead of working so hard without breaks. Y/N- The summer break is here soon, I'll be fine. So about that author... Max-Yeah, what sport does she write for? Y/N- Formula One. I don't really like reading lengthy articles and I'm sure one article wouldn't do a sport any justice. I felt the ground slip from under my feet. My palms had gotten sweaty suddenly. Max- You did not go through google yet, right? (I stammered out) Y/N- Oh no, what do you take me for? I got excited to learn about something new. Do you know who the reigning champion is? I felt like I was about to lose everything. I didn't know what to say, my mouth was dry. No matter what I said, I don't think I could fix this situation. Y/N- Some dude named Max Verstappen. You guys share the same first name. He has 2 cats too; named Jimmy and Sassy, who look exactly like your bengals. I mean he even looks like you, with horrible sleep schedule just like you. He even sounds like you. There was horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and my lungs felt like there was no air in them. Watching her tear up was the worst feeling.

Max- Schatje, I can explain. Y/N- You don't have to Max. I never asked you what you did. You don't have to explain anything. Max- I wanted to tell you, it just never came up in conversation. Y/N- I get it, it's difficult to tell your friend who has amounted to nothing that you are the World Driver's Champion, best of the best in Formula One. Max- Y/N, it's nothing like that. You're great, you're kind, you're funny. She laughed, but that stung my heart for the first time when her laugh was my favourite sound in the world. Y/N- Those are character traits I possess, they don't describe my career goals or achievements. I know I work 2 jobs to stay afloat while you make millions, I know I wish I was an author and not their editor, I know you probably thought I was too stupid to understand your rich and fancy world. Max- No, no, you're so talented. I've read your work and I'm sure the right publication will pick your work up. Y/N- I got rejected for the sixth time today. All of this is fine except that you lied to me about being single while having a girlfriend for years and having the happy family you dreamt off. You didn't have to introduce me to her; not like my boyfriends met you. But it would've been nice if I knew. Max- It just never came up. (I held my head in shame) Y/N- I...we joked about setting you up with someone all the time. Please don't. I get it, we didn't tell each other about work goals or what we did as a job but personal life; I literally told you about every guy I've ever been with. I felt bad telling you thinking you were single. I feel stupid right now. I wanted to reach out and wipe her tears but I couldn't. Max- I'm sorry,Y/N. I promise I won't hide anything anymore. Please, don't cry. Y/N- My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I majored in literature in Uni and now work as a primary school teacher and freelance editor. I'm trying to get my book published soon. I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago. This fucking hurt, everything she said and the way she said it. Max- Please don't do this. Y/N- I believe at least one of us should be honest. Max- Let me fix this. Y/N- Don't worry. There's nothing to fix. Max- Please don't say that. You mean a lot me. (I felt tears in my eyes.) Y/N- Me too. That's why, I need time. I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Max- Please, I can't lose you. I felt like my world was crashing. Y/N- You won't. I'll always be there for you. I just need time. Take care Max I was crying as she said it. Max- Bye, take care Y/N. I'll always be here. And the screen blacked out, I could see my reflection on the screen, tears streaming down my face.

After I was able to clear my head I texted her telling her that I would always be there for her and I would like to clear up the misunderstanding when she's ready. I spent the next few months thinking about her. It was starting to affect my relationship. I couldn't really give my girlfriend time when my mind was occupied with thoughts of Y/N. When my girlfriend brought it up how we were growing apart; I had a fight with her. I don't know what came over me, but not talking to Y/N or not knowing what was up with her was making it very difficult for me to focus on anything. The fighting became a constant after that. I didn't understand why she couldn't let me be. I missed my friend but she wouldn't get it.

I was SimRacing when Y/N's name popped up on my phone asking me to call her. I guess she was ready to talk it out. I really wished that this wasn't the end of our friendship. I really hoped that we could get over the misunderstanding and still be friends. I told the team I had some work and called her immediately. She answered like always; I waited for her to speak with baited breath. She started talking and we cleared everything up. I apologised for hiding the truth from her. I told her how much of a constant she was for me in my ever hectic life; how talking to her made everything better. She listened to me, I listened to her and then finally asked her to come to my home race. I wanted to meet her. I couldn't live knowing that I had the resources but didn't meet the one person that mattered to me the most. She was hesitant at first but I offered to get her the tickets and insisted on her joining me at the biggest race of the season for me and finally she agreed. I was over the moon. As soon as we ended the call, I sent her the tickets. I found myself counting down the days to the race for the first time.

I was waiting for her at the airport when she got here. My heart was beating very fast as I waited for her to come out. When I saw her; she was beautiful, shorter than I expected but she looked cute with her bag in one hand and a back pack on her shoulder, her hair in a low bun, a small smile graced her feature. I don't think I've noticed anyone with such detail ever before. Our conversation flowed easily. It didn't feel like it was the first time we were meeting. I dropped her at the hotel and went off to do media duty's at the paddock when I came back she was still asleep, traveling must've tired her out. She got dressed while I waited for her to get ready, even giving my 2 cents on what she should wear. She looked gorgeous, I couldn't help myself, staring at her. The black satin dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair flowed down her back, the jewellery sparkling against her body. We went to have dinner at a fancy dutch restaurant. She loved the food especially the apple tart. The moan she let out as she devoured the dessert made blood rush downwards. I found my cheeks heating up, thankfully the whole place was dimly lit. We walked around for a while after the meal, she made fun of my name but I couldn't care less. I apologised and she accepted it and hugged me. Her arms were soft and the embrace warm. I found myself wrapping my arms around her, my face buried in her neck. I was scared I was gonna lose her, forever. I've never been scared to lose anything but a race until now and the thought of not having her in my life seemed scary. She consoled me and we headed back to the hotel.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful except for my girlfriend being pissed; she fought with about Y/N. I don't get what her problem is, she's just a friend I've known since forever. I'm just showing her around. I was giving interviews when I saw her talking to Lando, I saw them laughing along in the corner of my eye. It made me feel strange, there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach and I didn't like it. When I got back, Lando had left since it was his turn. She found Lando cute and it irked me, I was annoyed hearing her ask me to set her up with him. We got back to RedBull hospitality when my girlfriend asked me to talk to her, I left with her reluctantly leaving Y/N with Checo.

"Listen Max, I get it, she's your childhood friend and all, but it's so weird how she suddenly cropped up when I or for that matter any one knew nothing about her. People are saying stuff about us since she stepped on the paddock and the way you are dragging her along." my girlfriend spoke. "What are people saying? I will not stand any slander against her" I cut her off. She laughed dryly. "WOW, they are saying stuff about us, Max, us, that you are cheating on me with her. You've been so distant for months until a month ago, I didn't know what went wrong and you wouldn't talk either." she said running a hand through her hair. "It's nothing really. She just knows me as Max and not Max Verstappen and that's why I'm closer to her. Nothing more." I said. "It's pointless talking to you" she said turning around. "If we're done, I'm leaving, Y/N doesn't know anyone here except me." I said leaving for the door. She huffed before she followed me out. Y/N looked worried about what was going on between me and my girlfriend but I calmed her down and we spent the day together. She tagged along during quali too. I saw her praying before quali, it made my heart swell. I was starting pole and we spent the night watching a movie even though Y/N wanted me to rest before the race, I wanted to make the most of the little time we had.

Y/N hugged me before the race wishing me. I wanted to win so bad, I'd won here twice before but this was different. I wanted to win in front of her. I raced like a mad man and then I heard it. I crossed first and my happiness knew no bounds; knowing she was watching. I got out of the car and immediately ran to her; hugging her. It was cathartic. Y/N said my girlfriend looked annoyed, but I couldn't care less. I watched my girlfriend leave, annoyed. When I received the trophy at the top step of the podium knowing she was watching me from below made it so much more worth it. Y/N wanted to go out to celebrate my win and I wasn't one to say no. I went back to the hotel to get cleaned up and ready for the night.

I was greeted by my girlfriend in the room, it was dimly lit as she was sat at the corner of the bed with tears streaming down her face. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT MAX?" she screamed at me. "Am I a fucking joke? I let it slide, you said you were friends but the first person you go to after winning your race was her, what do you think people were whispering when you did that?" she said in between sobs. I didn't get what she was saying. "Do you like her?" she asked. "What? We're friends" I stated. She shook her head, "No, Max, you aren't. The way she looks at you is how I look at you. The way you look at her" She cried, "You've never looked at me like that" she lamented. "It's nothing like that" I began. "You should've respected me at the very least and broken up with me if you liked someone else, I'm not gonna be some girl's place holder till you can have her." she cried out. "You're not a place holder for her" I said. "Feels exactly like that" she said wiping her tears. I felt nothing my 2 year long relationship might be ending and I didn't care. I didn't even try to correct her, did I really like her? Was Y/N really more important to me? "We're through Verstappen, if you can't even fight for us, I'm not about to fight for us" she sighed dejected. I walked towards the bathroom to wash up while she packed up to leave. When I got out she was gone. I went to pick Y/N up.

She kept asking me about my girlfriend but I never told her that we broke up. I didn't want her to feel responsible for my decision. At the club, she got close to everyone pretty quickly. She was unstoppable, downing one drink after another. I hadn't touched alcohol since I was driving. The others kept handing her drinks much to my dismay. She asked me to come dance with her but I had the others to look after too. She was busy dancing surrounded by too many guys, one of them going as far as to touch her and grind against her. All I saw was red, I bid the guys good bye and stormed the dance floor to drag a reluctant Y/N with me; I ended up carrying her out on my shoulder. She wasn't very happy, screaming and hitting me till I put her down. She puked as soon as I put her down and joked about missing my expensive car, I didn't really mind if she hadn't since she was more important than the car. I got her medicine and left them at her side after putting her to bed.

We spent the next few days after the race sight seeing. Y/N brought up my girlfriend a few time and I ended up avoiding her. When we were cuddling while watching Barbie I felt my heart beating out of my chest as she scooted closer to grab tissue. When her hand brushed against my skin, it burnt and a weird feeling erupted in my chest. She seemed completely unaware of how she was making me feel. We fell asleep on the couch that night.

I wasn't able to avoid the girlfriend question any longer and told her that we broke up without making any eye contact on the way to drop her to the airport. My eyes stung and there was a lump in my throat; I wasn't sure it was because of my girlfriend or Y/N. I bid her farewell, she would turn back towards me to wave after every few steps; my eyes were blurry after sometime trying to prevent the tears from falling. I ended up crying after she left.

All the races after, I ended up going shopping after or before every race to collect some trinkets or stuff that was special to that place and mailing it to her with small notes attached. She would graciously open them in front of me on video call; the smile she gave me the first time she received was unparalleled. It made my stomach turn over. I wanted to make her smile every chance I got. That's how I ended up sending her a package after every race from every country until I got reprimanded by her for the excessive amount of gifts. She asked me not to send one after every race and stick to one or two in total; I was forced to agree to that request.

We were planning on spending Christmas and New Year together; she wanted to leave after Christmas but I was able to convince her to stay until I had to leave for pre-season training. I couldn't wait for the season to end and to spend the year end with Y/N. We celebrated me winning the championship on video call; even though I had hoped she could be present in person but it wasn't possible with her schedule. This championship felt better than the last two since I was able to celebrate it with her. 2021 me wouldn't believe me right now.

Y/N flew in as soon as winter break started for her. I had cleaned up the house as much as possible. I had told my cats about Y/N visiting who seemed excited. I picked her up from the airport and when we got home the cats were very excited to meet her; a lot more receptive than the other guests I've had over. We spent the next few days going to places and the Monaco GP circuit. She cribbed about walking the entire time we walked the path. It made me laugh.

The night before Christmas we fell asleep on the couch cuddling; I hadn't slept this well in a very long time. When I woke up, Y/N was no where to be seen. I sat up waiting for her to return when she came back, she looked so cute in her jumper and shorts with her hair a mess. We opened up presents after some time. She had gotten me a Sid plushie, an ugly sweater and perfume. I got her a Formula One book with my face, a coffee mug and a pendant. I wanted to get her more stuff but I was sure she would make me return it if she saw every thing. I think the house would be over run with the amount of stuff I wanted to get her. Then she brought the matching sweater she got with me; I put it on immediately. I wanted to match with her all the time. We had a bit of back and forth on the dinner but agreed on Turkish kabab.

New Year came too quickly, which meant Y/N would be leaving soon. We went clubbing on New Year eve. She didn't drink like the last time we were at the club but made friends with some of the guys there. Having a social butterfly for a friend was a bad idea. We counted the time down to midnight as the clock struck 12 and I turned towards her to celebrate I saw she was kissing one of the guys she had befriended when we entered. If the club was quite you could hear my heart shatter. That's when I realised that all these weird feeling and all the times I couldn't stop thinking about her was because I liked her, no scratch that, I loved her. I felt my heart constrict when she turned towards me and hugged me later. I didn't want to talk about it, this would ruin our friendship.

All I could think about was how it felt to watch her kiss another man. I hated it, the worst feeling, worse than DNFing or not winning. I hated knowing another man could touch her and feel her. I wasn't even sure how to bring it up since what were we if not just friends. I put myself into training for the upcoming season but those feelings I felt when she kissed another man were still fresh in my head and I couldn't get rid of them even if I tried.

I was able to convince her to join me during her spring and summer break. We had fun, I loved having her waiting for me at the end of the race. I didn't really enjoy all the media questions that had cropped up about Y/N when she was seen with me, before or after the race. During my summer break, I spent it at her place. When I got there, it was a small apartment; but it had a homely feel. She would cook food for me and we would watch movies; I had a few commitments with the team and would leave for some time but then be back. It was so nice to have some one to come home to. When she was having her book launch, I went to meet her at her launch with a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations" I said while handing her the flowers and giving her a hug. "Thank you" she replied, a smile playing on her lips. We had celebratory dinner after. Immediately after that, we were on the news. It read that I had a girlfriend, she kept apologising but it didn't matter. It made me a little warm, I'm not sure what emotions I felt hearing people speculate that she was my girlfriend.

I flew back to Netherland for the race early, she would only be joining me on the race day due to work. It dampened my mood but there wasn't much I could do about it. She flew in the morning of the race; it made my day watching her walk out of the airport. We talked all the way to the hotel where she got changed and we headed to the paddock. I had thought it through; after the qualifying, I had planned on telling her how I felt. I was gonna win this race and confess to her. Knowing that I can't hold her while someone else can was eating away at me and I wanted to take the chance before it slipped away from me.

I started the race P2 and finished it at P2. In the final laps, the only thoughts running through my head were, I really wanted to ask her out as a race winner, I can't do that now. She probably doesn't even like me like that, did I really want to ruin everything I had with her. I stumbled out of the car towards her, a big smile on her face. And suddenly I said it; "I wanted to ask you out as a race winner" emotions were running high. She insisted me to continue and when I did, she agreed to go out with me. I was over the moon, my head was reeling. This race ending was not what I hoped for but Y/N's answer was something I really was hoping for.

She waited for me in the driver's room. I couldn't help but not touch her. Her skin against mine send electric shocks through me, I couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her against me. I wanted to have this feeling for the rest of the life. I wanted to have her next to me; it took me a while to figure that out but now that I had, I didn't want to let go. I loved her and I wanted her.

We were both in the hotel room at the end of night in each other’s embrace, "Can't believe you're my boyfriend" she exclaimed. "Can't believe you're my girlfriend either." I exclaimed back. "I've liked you since I've known you" she mumbled. "What?" I asked shocked. "Yeah, I've always had a crush on you. Teenage me would lose it right now if she saw" she said. "I'm sorry it took me so long" I muttered pressing a kiss against her lips. "better late then never" she laughed wrapping her arms around my neck, flipping me to straddle my hips. She bent down to kiss me again.

I could spend the rest of my life like this, if it meant I could have her forever.

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The longer version: hi, I'm JT. I'm disabled, neurodivergent, and queer in too many ways to enumerate. I've been homeless off and on ever since I fled my right-wing family twelve years ago. This most recent time, I've been homeless for almost two years now. I currently live in a shelter that's good in some ways (I can stay inside during the daytime!) and bad in others (I can't bring in food or anything pointy such as my knitting needles, so I can only keep those in my car).

I have few expenses, but I do have to pay for my phone and my car. I'm also probably about to lose my food stamps because the DHHS office refuses to call me like they promise for the renewal interviews I keep scheduling, and the shelter doesn't actually have a kitchen so all meals are donations and the quality varies wildly. I'm trying to get onto some form of disability, but we all know how fucking long that takes.

So... yeah. $245 is the immediate emergency, but any donations at all really help.

Thank you very much for your time!

[jndzine]

Info Masterpost!

Links

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Schedule

April 27 - Mod applications open

May 4 - Mod apps close @ 11:59PM EST

May 11 - Contributor applications open

May 25 - Contributor apps close @ 11:59PM EST

June 8 - Acceptance emails sent out

June 22 - All artists confirmed

July 20 - 1st draft due

Aug 17 - 2nd draft due

Sept 14 - Final draft due

Oct 19 - Contributor pre-order

Nov 9 - Public pre-order! Happy anniversary!

Nov 23 - Pre-orders closed

Delivery by Feb 2025

Leftover sales & donation after initial deliveries

Mods

Head mod: @adhdavinci

Organizers: @sarandipitywrites maxialstar

Graphics: @aave @latenightowl

Finance: @nefres

Formatting: @silent-but-here

Stretch goal progress

UNLOCKED! 5x7" print of Jak and Daxter from Jak II, and four 3" stickers

UNLOCKED! 3" shaker keychain of a Precursor orb with Jak II minis inside

UNLOCKED! 25-page notepad designed like the TPL pause screen

400 orders: 1.5" Precursor orb enamel pin

FAQ

General FAQ

What is this project?

We're creating a fandom zine - a collection of fanworks made by fans, for fans. This book will be an art anthology, with contributions from 50 different artists!

Is the zine for profit or charity?

Charity! All proceeds will be donated to The River Otter Ecology Project.

What is the rating/content?

This is a safe-for-work, art-only zine featuring anything from the Jak and Daxter series. No other forms of media can be accepted this time around, sorry!

Are there mod positions available?

Yes! Applications will be live from April 27 thru May 8.

Is global shipping available?

Yes. Options will be released during the preorder phase.

What are the zine dimensions and page count?

5.5in x 8.5in, 60 pages including front and back cover!

Will there be a merch bundle?

Yes, there will be merch, as well as a digital version of the zine!

Where can I get that cool font?

The font is Ottselesque by Christopher Kirk-Nielsen, and can be downloaded here!

Mod FAQ

Application closed

Do you need previous experience as a zine mod?

No - any relevant experience will improve your application. Previous modding is just a bonus!

Is there an age limit?

Yes, all mods must be over 18.

What positions are available?

Organizers: run the Discord and help contributors meet deadlines 

Graphics: make graphics for social posts and zine page decor

Marketing: draft and post on socials according to schedule

Formatting: put the actual zine pages together for distribution

Financials: assist Head Mod in budgeting and researching shipping options

Contributor FAQ

Application closed

What is the contributor compensation (including merch)?

Contributors get free physical and digital copies of the zine, shipping included. Merch can be purchased at cost. Preorder is now open and closes Nov. 23rd!

First time contributor here - what do I need to submit to apply?

Please submit a portfolio that shows off your art. This can be a social media or a website, though for socials please submit a dedicated art tag!

Can I use an old piece for the zine?

Please draw something specifically for the zine and refrain from posting it anywhere until the zine's completion!

How many contributors will be accepted? How many pieces per contributor?

Determined based on number of submissions! The zine will likely be capped around 50 pages due to physical and financial constraints.

Is traditional art allowed?

Yes, it must be scanned in high quality (at least 300 dpi).

Is there an age limit?

No, just make sure you can meet the deadlines!

[mourningdasies]

AFTER THE STORM

A Jamilton fanfic featuring two broken old men in the modern era

Word count - 3.9k

CHAPTER FOUR

It started with a Gmail notification at 6:43 a.m. on a Tuesday.

Alexander sat in the teacher lounge with his thermos of over-sweetened coffee and the remains of a dry protein bar in his lap, rubbing the heel of his palm against his temple as he reread the email header again:

“Winter Art Showcase Lead: Confirmation + Expectations”

He clicked it open with the tip of his thumb, hoping he’d read it wrong, that the glitchy district email had sent it to the wrong Alexander, that some poor other bastard was about to carry the full weight of Ruary Middle School’s end-of-semester chaos.

But no.

It was him.

Congratulations! Due to your availability and enthusiasm, the email read—God, enthusiasm—you’ve been selected to take the lead on the Winter Art Showcase…

His left eye twitched.

Aaron had warned him not to ignore chain emails. “Silence is consent when it comes to administrative bullshit,” he’d muttered one night over leftovers and reruns. Hamilton had waved him off then, half-drunk and exhausted, muttering that if they needed him, they’d ask.

Well.

They’d asked.

Without asking.

He skimmed the list of responsibilities. Coordinate between departments. Schedule showcase performances. Communicate with parent volunteers. Secure funding from the PTA. And that wasn’t even getting into setting up the multipurpose room the night before and making sure none of the kids got into fights backstage over who got more time on the mic.

By the time he hit the third paragraph, Alexander exhaled sharply through his nose, tossed the protein bar wrapper in the trash, and muttered, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A few heads turned.

Mrs. King gave him that sharp smile from where she sat with her ever-steaming cup of chamomile, probably already mentally docking him ten professionalism points. She was always watching, always eavesdropping with the smugness of someone whose fifth-grade reading group ran itself.

Hamilton pushed back from the breakroom table and stood up abruptly. “Bathroom,” he muttered to no one in particular.

He didn’t go to the bathroom. Instead, he wandered the halls for a few minutes, biting his thumbnail and contemplating whether he could fake his own death before December 22nd.

His first two periods crawled. The students were wired with energy, the kind that made them slap each other’s backpacks for no reason and whisper Christmas countdowns like spells under their breath. Alexander tried to stay grounded—reviewing paragraph structure with the seventh graders, grading poetry prompts from the eighth—but his attention kept drifting.

By the time third period rolled around—his prep period, blessedly—he was in full-on fight-or-flight mode.

He sat at his desk in a classroom that still smelled faintly of Expo markers and middle school deodorant, staring at the blinking cursor on a new Google Doc titled “Winter Art Showcase: Task List.” It blinked at him like it was mocking him.

Alexander leaned back in his chair and exhaled, glancing out the window. The sky was overcast—dull gray like the inside of his head. The kind of winter day that never really woke up.

Thomas Jefferson’s classroom was across the hall and one door down. He thought about walking over.

He didn’t particularly want to ask Thomas for help. But after months of working here, it was clear the students adored him—and even more telling, so did the staff. His classroom was the hub for everything creative. Choir, jazz ensemble, musical theater kids, loners who drew on their arms. He ran it like a ship and the kids followed.

If anyone knew how to handle a damn art showcase, it was him.

Alexander stood up. Then sat back down, because he remembered Thomas hadn’t even come to work that day.

Then he stood up again, also remembering he needed to refill his coffee mug.

But just as he was grabbing his mug and starting toward the door, he saw someone slip into Jefferson’s classroom.

A tall man in a beige coat, lean and serious, flipping open the door like he had the right to be there. Which meant he probably did.

Hamilton watched for a moment, then stepped into the hallway, jogging a few steps down to intercept.

“Hey,” he called out as the door creaked open wider. “He’s not here.”

The man turned.

He had a narrow face and tired eyes, the kind that hadn’t slept properly in a week. His gaze swept over Alex like he was making quick calculations.

“Excuse me?”

“Jefferson,” Alex clarified, thumbing toward the door. “He’s not in today. Wasn’t here first period either.”

The man’s expression darkened, subtle but visible. His shoulders squared a little.

“Hm,” the man said.

There was an edge in his voice that suggested this wasn’t just a casual visit.

“You looking for him for school stuff or…?” Alex tilted his head, cautiously polite. “I can leave a note or something.”

The man hesitated, looking over his shoulder into the empty classroom, then back at Alexander.

“No,” he said finally. “I’ll go see him.”

That made Alex blink.

“Like—see him? Like at his house?”

The man’s mouth twitched. “That’s the plan.”

“Damn,” Alex said before he could stop himself. “Wish I had friends like that.”

The stranger gave a flat, unreadable look, like he didn’t have time for this.

But Alex pushed forward anyway.

“Actually—wait. Since you’re going to see him, could you tell him something?”

The man looked mildly skeptical but didn’t walk away, so Alex took it as permission.

“Tell him I need help,” he said. “With the Winter Art Showcase. Apparently I’m leading it. Don’t ask me why. I thought he might be… I don’t know. Good at it.”

He hated how sheepish he sounded. Hated how casual he tried to make it.

The man gave him a long look, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “And you are?”

“Alexander Hamilton,” he replied, reaching out to shake the man’s hand on impulse.

The man didn’t take it.

Instead, he nodded once, curtly.

“I’ll let him know.”

Then he turned and walked back down the hallway like he had somewhere much more important to be.

Alexander watched him go, confused.

He returned to his classroom, vaguely annoyed by the interaction. The guy was obviously tight-laced, possibly judging, and definitely overprotective. Thomas probably had a whole entourage of bougie friends with Yale degrees and cufflinks.

Still.

Alex opened a new sticky note on his desktop and wrote: Winter Art Fest. Ask Jefferson. Find damn parent volunteers.

Then he stared at it for a long time, chewing on the corner of his thumb.

Eventually, he added: beige coat guy = ???

Then he closed his laptop.

It was nearly the end of the day when Alexander saw a reply email from admin:

“So glad to have you lead the festival, Mr. Hamilton! We think this will be a great way for you to ‘connect with the student body.’ Let us know if you need support.”

He laughed once, bitter and loud enough to startle the student in the front row of his seventh-period class.

Connect with the student body. Right.

That would’ve required him to be someone they wanted to connect with.

The bell rang. Students surged out into the hall.

Hamilton sat at his desk as the last of the laughter and footsteps died down. Then he folded his arms on the desk and rested his forehead on top of them, letting the noise of the school fade into silence.

All he could think about was how this was going to fall apart in his hands.

All he could think about was how Thomas Jefferson, for all his pretentious piano-playing and smooth confidence, would’ve probably nailed this in his sleep.

And Thomas hadn’t even shown up today.

Lazy, flashy bastard.

He hoped that tight-laced guy—whoever the hell he was—delivered the message.

Because Hamilton had no damn idea how to run an art festival alone.

And even less of an idea why part of him was disappointed Jefferson wasn’t here today.

—

Alexander was still lying on the couch when his phone buzzed. It was late Sunday afternoon, sun bleeding through the blinds in pale strips, painting thin gold lines over his worn hoodie and the living room floor. Aaron had gone out—maybe to get groceries or just to escape the apartment for a bit. Alexander hadn’t moved in an hour.

The buzz came again.

He shifted his hand toward the coffee table, fumbling for the device with the kind of lazy resistance that came from an unmotivated weekend. He flipped it over.

A text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:

“So you’re the poor bastard who didn’t reply to the staff email. Classic mistake.”

Alex blinked.

Then it buzzed again.

Unknown Number:

“I’m assuming you’re the one stuck managing the festival. Don’t worry. I pity you. I’ll help.”

He stared at it for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen. The name wasn’t saved, but the smug tone was unmistakable. It was Thomas. He didn’t even question how he got his number. Maybe he bribed a secretary. Maybe he picked it off a contact sheet like a normal human. It didn’t matter.

Alexander exhaled through his nose, something close to a chuckle buried under it. He tapped out a reply:

Alex:

“Thanks. I think. I’ll take the pity.”

There was no immediate response, and he didn’t expect one.

Monday came and the school smelled like cheap cleaning fluid and peppermint—the remnants of some holiday-themed air freshener battle happening in the office. It was cold outside, but in the halls of Ruary Middle School, the radiators clicked and groaned, the air thick and dry.

Alexander had spent the morning trying to convince himself the day wouldn’t be a disaster. The winter art festival had its own chaotic gravitational pull. He’d spent his prep period attempting to sort through three years of past event files—none of them organized, half of them missing, all of them contradictory. One folder was labeled “Festival 2020,” but it contained nothing but a flyer for a science fair.

By lunch, he was so far underwater he wasn’t even kicking.

He sat in the staff lounge, chewing through a turkey sandwich like it had personally offended him, when Thomas sauntered in. Always a little too stylish for a middle school teacher, his jacket had a sheen to it, his curls controlled but still wild enough to look natural. He had a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, a smirk twitching on his lips like he’d walked in on a private joke.

“Morning, Mr. Hamilton,” he said, sliding into the seat across from him like they’d been meeting up every day for years.

“Jefferson,” Alex said around a bite. “Didn’t expect to see you in here.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Where else would I be? There’s a microwave in here. My classroom doesn’t even have a damn sink.”

Alexander shrugged. “You’re not exactly a regular in the lounge.”

“Neither are you.”

Fair point.

They sat in silence for a moment before Thomas leaned back and gestured loosely at the manila folder on the table between them. “So. The festival.”

Alex groaned. “Kill me.”

Thomas snorted. “Tempting.”

Alex gave him a dry look.

Thomas cleared his throat, setting his coffee down. “Look, I’ve done this thing twice. The trick is to make it look impressive without giving anyone something to complain about. And since this is Lexington, Virginia—”

“—that’s everything,” Alex muttered.

“Exactly.”

Thomas pulled the folder toward himself and flipped it open like he was dissecting a frog. “You’ll need a theme. Something seasonal but vague. Joy, hope, warmth—whatever. Just avoid peace because then someone’s kid will write a poem about Americas past, and that opens up a whole damn conversation we’re not allowed to have here.”

“Jesus,” Alex muttered.

“Include him too,” Thomas added, half-smiling. “Not overtly. Just… thread him in. Have one nativity-themed choir piece. Maybe a classroom does a stained-glass craft. It’ll do wonders for your bonus.”

Alex leaned back. “Are you seriously telling me that if I include Jesus I get a bigger check?”

Thomas shrugged. “No one says it outright. But the best festival gets the best bonus. And the best festival is the one that doesn’t make the PTA clutch their pearls.”

“That’s… gross.”

“That’s the job.”

They sat there a moment. Thomas toyed with the edge of the folder. Alexander studied his face in the silence—noticed how smooth his expression could be when he wasn’t smirking, how the line between sarcasm and sincerity always hovered just behind his eyes.

Alex cleared his throat. “Why are you helping me with this?”

Thomas blinked. “I told you. Pity.”

“Right.” Alex didn’t quite believe that.

Thomas smiled into his coffee. “Besides, it’s kind of fun watching you flail.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched. “You’re a dick.”

“And you’re terrible at asking for help.”

Another pause. This one wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it was awkward. Tangled up in the kind of energy that came from two people who didn’t know what to make of each other yet.

Finally, Alex broke it. “So. You’ve done this twice. How’d that go?”

Thomas snorted. “One year I did a showcase of holiday music from around the world. Thought I was being all inclusive and progressive. Got complaints because I didn’t include enough carols. The second year I just threw together a ‘Winter Magic’ theme, let the kids make glitter crap and sing ‘O Holy Night.’ PTA ate it up.”

They fell back into silence.

Alex picked at the crust of his sandwich. “Do you actually like this job?”

Thomas looked at him, not smiling for once. “I like the kids. The rest of it… you learn to stomach.”

Alex nodded. That was honest. He appreciated that.

Thomas stood, brushing crumbs off his shirt. “Anyway. I’ll forward you a template I used. You’ll want to get the sign-up sheets out by next week. Ask for volunteers, then do everything yourself when they bail.”

Alexander’s stomach twisted. It wasn’t the food—it was the weight of responsibility, the crushing realization that this wasn’t going to be some passive supervisory role. He had no experience with events, no patience for corralling people, no instincts for navigating the PTA’s fine-print expectations. This wasn’t grading essays or editing grammar sheets—this was public. Performative. Prone to judgment.

He rubbed his face with both hands and groaned into his palms. “Shit. I am so screwed.”

Thomas paused halfway to the door, glancing back with a faint smirk. “You’re only just realizing that?”

Alex let his hands fall into his lap and looked up at him with a mix of desperation and irritation. “No, seriously. You can’t just dump all this on me and walk off like some smug holiday ghost.”

Thomas blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t do this alone. I—I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You know how this works. You know what to avoid. What the admin wants. What the parents expect. You’ve done it.”

“And you’re supposed to do it now,” Thomas said slowly, crossing his arms. “It’s your job this year.”

“Because I didn’t respond to an email.”

Thomas didn’t argue. That fact was uncomfortably true.

Alexander leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Look, I’ll do the grunt work. I’ll manage the paperwork, the classroom submissions, the newsletter stuff. I’ll handle the writing and the visual arts. Hell, I’ll even paint a goddamn backdrop myself. Just… you do the music side. Please. Choir, instruments, scheduling rehearsals—whatever that all entails. Just help me. I’m begging you.”

Thomas hesitated. His posture stiffened, but not out of annoyance—more like caution. Like being asked to participate in something again dredged up a weight he hadn’t prepared to hold.

“I don’t really have time for this,” he muttered, though the edge in his voice wasn’t convincing. “Between lesson planning, assessments, Martha’s holiday fundraiser, and grading…”

“You literally just said you’ve done this twice.”

Thomas shot him a sharp look. “Yeah. And I barely survived it.”

Alexander lifted his hands, palms up. “So help me survive it.”

There was a long pause—one that felt like it might stretch past the bell and into next week. But Thomas wasn’t looking at him with that usual amused disinterest anymore. Something in his gaze had softened, not entirely out of sympathy but recognition. A flicker of understanding.

Alex wasn’t just overwhelmed. He was exhausted. The kind of tired that crept up from your bones and settled in your lungs. And he wasn’t used to asking for help—least of all from someone like Thomas Jefferson.

Thomas sighed, glancing toward the window like the view might hold an escape. But it was just a few dead trees and an empty parking lot.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Alex blinked. “Wait—really?”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re pathetic.”

A crooked grin started to tug at Alex’s mouth.

“But,” Thomas added sharply, lifting a finger, “we split the duties. You deal with the visual and written stuff—essays, paintings, poems, bulletin boards, whatever the hell the art teachers send in. I’ll take care of the musical performances. I’m not babysitting you through the whole thing.”

“Deal.” Alex stuck his hand out.

Thomas stared at it like it was a foreign object.

“What, do you want a blood oath?” Alex quipped.

Thomas smirked and gave his hand a short, dry shake.

The school day finally ended and Alexander stepped out into the staff parking lot. His shoulder ached from the weight of his messenger bag, and his neck was stiff from spending the last period hunched over a pile of essays that all somehow managed to miss the point of the topic. He was drained. Mind blank. He didn’t even notice the chill until he reached his car and felt the metal door handle bite at his fingers.

He paused beside the door, unlocking it with a slow beep. His reflection in the window looked older than it had this morning—face drawn tight, eyes a little sunken.

Then his phone rang.

He startled. Not a text. A call. That alone felt unnatural. Nobody called him anymore. Not unless it was a bill collector or Aaron wondering if they were out of cereal.

He glanced at the screen, expecting some spam number from out of state.

But it wasn’t that.

Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton.

His stomach dropped.

He stood there frozen, the glow of the screen turning his fingertips pale.

He hadn’t spoken to her in—God, how long had it been? A year? Maybe more. And even then, it had only been a short, awkward email thread about Phillip’s school. She never called. Never. Unless—

His breath hitched. Phillip.

The thought knocked him into motion. He fumbled with the screen, his hand suddenly shaking like hell. It took him two tries to hit accept.

“Eliza?” he said, voice rough and barely audible.

There was a soft crackle on the other end. A delay. Then her voice, soft but clear.

“Hi, Alex.”

He didn’t realize until she said his name that he’d been holding his breath. It escaped from his chest in a slow exhale, heavy and tense.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, too fast. “Is Phillip—?”

“No, no—he’s fine,” she interrupted quickly, reassuringly. “He’s asleep. It’s… it’s almost three in the morning here.”

Alex’s throat closed up. “Then why—?”

“I needed to talk to you.”

He leaned against the car, head tipped toward the sky. He could hear cars moving faintly in the distance. The wind in the trees. His own pulse in his ears.

“About what?”

There was another pause. The kind that felt heavier than silence.

“I spoke to Gilbert,” she said finally. “He said you called.”

Alex winced. His free hand curled into a loose fist against the roof of his car. “I didn’t mean to—I just saw his name. I was stupid.”

“You scared him,” Eliza said gently, not accusing, not sharp. Just… worried.

Alex blinked. “I—what?”

“He thought something was wrong. He thought maybe…” Her voice trailed off, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts. He thought maybe you were saying goodbye.

Alex closed his eyes. “Jesus.”

“I didn’t know you still had his number,” she went on.

“I shouldn’t,” Alex muttered. “I shouldn’t’ve looked. Shouldn’t’ve called. I just—It was a moment. I was—” He shook his head, unable to finish.

“You don’t have to explain,” she said. “But he was… upset. And confused. He was convinced you hated him.”

Alex let out a weak, mirthless laugh. “I don’t hate him.”

“Could’ve fooled him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly great at showing affection these days.”

“That hasn’t changed,” she said, with a sad sort of smile in her voice.

Alex winced, deservedly.

They were both quiet again. The kind of quiet that had once filled the long spaces in their old apartment back when love had turned into duty, and duty into distance.

“I didn’t call to make you feel bad,” Eliza said eventually. “I just… I was worried about you.”

That caught him off guard. He straightened. “Why?”

“Because you haven’t seen your son in three years, and you won’t let me or Gilbert help you fix that. Because the only person who tells me you’re still breathing is Aaron. Because… you sounded lonely, Alex.”

His throat tightened. He stared across the parking lot, at the pale orange haze hanging over the pavement. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have the language for this anymore. For kindness. For care.

“I didn’t know you still cared,” he said quietly.

“You’re the father of my child,” she replied. “That doesn’t go away just because you stopped being my husband.”

His eyes stung, and he rubbed at one with the back of his hand. “You know, for a long time, I wasn’t sure I ever really deserved you.”

“You didn’t,” she said, a little too quickly, but then added softly, “but you tried. And I know part of you still does.”

Alex almost laughed again. “You’re remarried. To someone I used to bleed beside.”

“He’s not a competition,” she said, firm but not angry. “And he never tried to replace you. He always left space for you, Alex. It’s you who walked out of it.”

He swallowed hard. “I couldn’t stay. You know why.”

“I do.” Her voice cracked a little, but she caught herself. “And I forgave you. But that doesn’t mean Phillip doesn’t need you. Or that we stopped worrying.”

Alex pressed his fingers into his temple. “I’m not good at this.”

“You don’t have to be good. You just have to try. Call more. Even just to check in. You don’t have to talk to me. Call Phillip. Write him. Send him a picture of your classroom. Anything.”

“I don’t even know what I’d say.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

His shoulders sagged. The cold was seeping through his jacket now, but he didn’t move. “Thanks… for calling.”

“I didn’t want to go to bed without hearing your voice,” she said softly.

That did something to him. Not romantic—not anymore. But real. Gentle. Kind.

“Take care of yourself, Alex.”

“I’ll try.”

The line went quiet, and he slowly lowered the phone. He stood there for another full minute, trying to put himself back together before he got behind the wheel.

Eventually, he got in the car and sat for a moment, staring ahead through the windshield. The parking lot was mostly empty now. A single lamplight buzzed above.

He sighed, started the engine, and pulled into the street, headlights carving through the early dark.

[winterknights]

WINTERKNIGHTS CHECK-IN

It's time to check-in for the 2024 Winter Knights fest!

If you are still planning on participating in this year's winterknights fest, please let us know asap! You can send us an Ask, post over in the WinterKnights channel in The Tavern discord server (18+) or shoot us a message at WINTERKNIGHTSFEST at GMAIL dot COM.

If you have a draft of your work, please send it along or if you’re done already follow our submission instructions HERE.

Please try to touch base with the mods within approximately the next 48 hours if possible to give us an ETA on when your fic/art will be ready. This check-in is a huge help in planning the posting schedule.

If you do feel that you need more time, now is the time to ask for an extension! We are happy to work with you to make this fest as low stress as possible, so do let us know how you are getting on.

Unless you have talked to us about an extension, we look forward to receiving your final submissions by November 30, with posting (tentatively) due to start on December 2!

Please see this post to with details of how to submit your entry/entries!

And if you haven't signed up, but now wish to participate. Please get in touch, we'd love to have you join in the fun. Sign up information can be found HERE, or send us an Ask or email us at WINTERKNIGHTSFEST at GMAIL do COM.

Thank you! ♥

[chaoskirin]

Today, While I was in the middle of typing an email, Microsoft Outlook 365 popped up a window demanding feedback. And boy did I have shit to say.

I had to keep the swearing out, because apparently any report I make is duplicated and sent to the IT department. But the text I ended up sending follows:

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God, I have so much to tell you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity. First: Stop messing with everything. Outlook works fine, but you keep changing things that don't need changing. Moving buttons around. Turning on features that I have explicitly turned off for not working before. Just today, you turned on the auto-suggestions again, which would be great if it actually worked. Instead, when it suggests anything you don't accept, it just mashes words together. Do you know how it feels to be typing a professional email and you miss one of those failures and send your email anyway? I mean, to be fair, I caught ten, so I still got a 90% on the ol' Microsoft-sanctioned-typo-factory. But the person I emailed doesn't see it that way, do they? They see that I mashed three words together like there was a wasp on the space bar.

Plus, my signature keeps getting deleted. Not just switched to nothing, but completely deleted. Which means I have to re-make that every time your developers get bored and decide to re-haul a program that absolutely never needs re-hauling. I remember once a couple months ago the attachment button just disappeared, and there was no way for me to attach a final bill. I had to actually use my personal gmail address to send an email to a customer because for about 16 hours, it was impossible to attach anything.

But, you say, I should have sent error reports. And I did. But the question in my mind always comes back to "why are you messing with something that does not need changing?" The only thing that ever happens is that you change aesthetics. Colors. This time the boxes are gone. Do you think you're at risk of losing customers? Do you think you have to keep things new and fresh? No. People are shackled to you. You have a quasi-monopoly and a stranglehold on a whole lot of workflows. People cannot leave you. In the world of word processing and spreadsheets, you are Alcatraz. You don't have to change things to keep people here.

Instead, long-time bugs continue to plague everything I do within this hell-suite of software. Sometimes when I try to start typing in the body of the email, outlook decides that, no, I don't want to type an email! I want to send the other emails in my inbox to the archive, where, if I don't notice this, they will sit and fester forever. There's also the bug where I create an email and it duplicates it and puts it in my drafts. Or the bug where it just creates a blank email and puts it in my drafts. Do you want to know how many blank emails I've deleted from my drafts folder? There are not enough numbers in existence to count this.

If you REALLY want to know how to improve Outlook and this message isn't just going into the wilderness like all those notebooks from the hit-TV-show-where-nobody-liked-the-ending, LOST, then please. Listen. From the bottom of my heart and from the top of my lungs: Stop changing everything. Nothing needs changing. Just run a good service. Get your programmers onto fixing longstanding bugs instead of trying to make an email and scheduling program look like a fashion show in Paris.

And if I seem a little ticked off in this message, it's because your request for feedback popped up in the middle of me compiling an email, which was just about halfway done. Outlook, in all its wisdom, decided that I didn't actually need that email and went ahead and deleted all the text in it. All of it. So after I finish giving you an earful, I'm going to have to retype it.

Hope this helps. Have a wonderful day.

[mariacallous]

The recent installation of Elon Musk ally Thomas Shedd atop the federal IT structure has thrown an agency in charge of servicing much of the US government’s technical infrastructure into disarray.

Over the last few days, workers at the Technology Transformation Services (TTS), which is housed within the General Services Administration (GSA), have been summoned into what one source called “sneak attack” meetings to discuss their code and projects with total strangers—some quite young—who lacked official government email addresses and have been reticent to identify themselves. TTS workers have also received confusing transition guidance and a sudden DC office visit from Musk.

It was announced last week that Shedd, who previously worked as a software engineer for eight years at Tesla, Musk’s electric car company, would be the new TTS director. In emails to TTS staff, Shedd reinforced the Trump administration’s commitment to cutting costs and maximizing efficiency—something Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency, or DOGE, has been charged with carrying out.

“I’ve spent my entire career in Silicon Valley,” Shedd wrote in an introductory email to staff last Thursday and obtained by WIRED. “If we work together and execute well we will be able to navigate the policies, leverage our technical expertise and be a critical part of accelerating technology adoption across agencies to enable great gains in efficiency.”

TTS helps develop the platforms and tools that underpin many government services, including analytics tools and API plugins that agencies can use to deploy tech faster. This means that the group has access to troves of government data and systems across agencies. That access is useful for standardizing the many, not always interoperable, systems that the federal government uses, but could also provide invaluable information to a private company or be weaponized against government employees and citizens.

Early Wednesday morning, rumors began to spread at TTS that employees would be receiving surprise one-on-one meeting notifications from management. During these brief meetings, employees would, according to a staff email that Shedd sent later on Tuesday, be asked to identify their biggest “wins” and the most significant “blockers” preventing them from working as efficiently as possible. The email linked to a Google Form questionnaire for employees to fill out ahead of their scheduled meetings. The invites included people without official GSA email accounts who were using Gmail addresses as well as official government accounts, multiple sources told WIRED.

“These should be items that you completed,” a screenshot of the form obtained by WIRED said. “It is OK to have a mix of big projects and small wins (examples: fixed a critical bug, shipped XYZ feature, saved this amount on a renegotiated contract, ect [sic] … If you are an engineer or designer please include a link to a PR [pull request] or a screenshot of one of your wins from the past 3 months.”

The email is reminiscent of one that Musk sent early in his Twitter days, demanding that employees email a one-page description of what they had accomplished the previous month and how it differed from their goals.

Rather than convening with Shedd in these meetings, TTS employees were instead surprised to be met with people they had never seen or worked with before.

“It was a very confusing call because I expected to be meeting you, and I was instead met by two people reluctant to identify themselves,” one TTS employee told Shedd in an open Slack channel, one of several reviewed by WIRED. “They had not seen the information I submitted in my form, so I was left trying to explain things without the visuals/links I had submitted,” one wrote.

“Also had the same exact experience,” another employee added. “The individual I had met with had no idea about the google form I submitted and when I did reference it, I was met with avoidance.”

In a Slack message to TTS staff on Thursday morning viewed by WIRED, Shedd apologized for the vague and sudden meeting invites, and for including unnamed individuals in the meetings who joined with Gmail addresses.

“They are each in the onboarding process of obtaining a GSA laptop and PIV card. I take full responsibility for the actions of each of them in the calls. I’ve asked them to start the calls with their first name and confirming that they are an advisor to me,” Shedd said in a screenshot of the Slack message viewed by WIRED.

Shedd told employees that the people on the calls were “vetted by me, and invited into the call.” He said they were physically present with him at the GSA headquarters, and that he had “badged them all into the building.” This implies that those joining the calls did not currently have official government IDs issued to agency staff.

At least two of these individuals appeared to be “college students with disturbingly high A-suite clearance,” one TTS source told WIRED. (A-suite clearances tie employees to the GSA administrator’s office.)

One person says they were brought into a review with Edward Coristine, a recent high school graduate who spent several months at Neuralink, Musk’s brain-computer interface company, whom WIRED has previously identified as a person working at the Office of Personnel Management (OPM) and reporting directly to its new chief of staff, the former xAI employee Amanda Scales. He has not responded to requests for comment from WIRED, and OPM has declined to comment.

“We do not have any additional personnel announcements at this time.” a GSA spokesperson told WIRED on Thursday.

It’s typical for TTS workers to work in tandem with other agencies across government, with many of their projects containing data external to GSA and subject to sensitivity agreements. Being required to share specific technical achievements, though, spooked some employees who feared they could breach these agreements.

“The team is correct in feeling nervous sharing details about other agencies in these calls and should continue to follow the normal guidance which is to not share sensitive information,” Shedd wrote in the GSA Slack on Thursday. “The point of these calls is to talk through interesting example problems/wins and dig into how that win was realized. A chance for you to brag about how you solved a problem.”

This week, it appears that TTS has become the primary target of these meetings, but members of the US Digital Services—which a Trump executive order has rebranded as Musk’s DOGE—also met with management to go over their recent work last week. The DOGE meetings were conducted similarly in structure to the TTS ones, according to The Washington Post.

Like many other agencies, GSA has been making changes to DEI initiatives that have put workers on edge. On January 23, TTS deputy director Mukunda Penugonde announced that as part of the GSA’s new initiative to curtail DEIA programs, the agency would be shutting down its “Diversity Guild meeting series” and the “#g-diversity Slack channel effective today,” in an email reviewed by WIRED.

Musk was seen at the GSA office near the White House on Thursday, but it’s unclear what he was doing there. Shedd was scheduled to lead a meeting with around 40 TTS program supervisors Thursday afternoon. On Wednesday, WIRED reported that Musk has been telling his friends that he’s been sleeping at the DOGE office in DC.

Of all parts of the government, TTS, perhaps even more so than DOGE, is well positioned to get inside agencies’ technology and data, including government spending data, explaining why it’s such a focus for the new administration.

“TTS represents the consolidation of 20-plus years of tech and data expertise, brought together by the hard work of hundreds (if not thousands) of civil servants,” Noah Kunin, a cofounder of 18F, a team of designers and engineers within the GSA that help government agencies build and deploy new tech products, and a former infrastructure director at GSA, tells WIRED. “They have the products, platforms, and people to do this work right, within the confines of current law, and fast.”

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

Thanksgiving Clean-up Fund! Info under cut.

Raven and I are going up to my daughter's house (almost 100 miles round-trip) for 2 or 3 days to help her deep-clean in preparation for Thanksgiving.

(Discourse Disclaimer: My daughter is Native. She chooses to celebrate the holiday and I honor that wish. I adopted her - legally! - which is why she's more Native than I am and is closer to her roots. As a white person who HAS Native ancestry, thanks to the rape on the Trail of Tears, I feel it's my responsibility to let her lead on this holiday. End disclaimer.)

She, her daughter, and her fiance exist on a very skin-tight budget. She can feed us, but being diabetic, I have special dietary needs that can get expensive.

I also am not gojng to be able to DoorDash like I usually do. Thurs-Sun is our work schedule and we MAY be able to do Sunday but the other three days are lost. Today, I've been packing and doing laundry - it's been a pain in the ass, actually, because I think out dryer is crapping out again.

Usually I'd have DoorDashed today, and made about $60 (before gas) in Carson, or $100 in Reno, depending on our tolerance for... All of that. Fridays in Carson are pretty good, I usually clear $80, but they're garbage in Reno. Saturdays are similar to Thursdays. I usually bring in about $300 prior to gas. Gas is pretty pricy, but I still make a small profit.

Adrienne also needs some specific cleaning paraphernalia that's pretty cheap! But I don't have the money for it and neither does she. I happen to have a Harbor Freight membership so I get things a little cheaper there, and all of the things she needs are under $5. I wanna say it's like... $10 to $30.

I was able to get a $10 advance from Empower and Adrienne was able to send $10, so I can get up there just fine. But getting back, feeding ourselves, gas for running errands (her car isn't registered or insured, so we'll almost definitely be using my car), beverages, etc. - well, you all know how it's more expensive when you're away from home.

Luckily I have access to her kitchen, so I can prepare low-carb options. But I need to GET those low-carb options. I also just got put on new medication, and it'll be ready.... Tomorrow. So I'm gonna have to come back to my pharmacy and pick it up, if possible, which is another $20 in gas.

All this is to day that yes, I can manage without fundage, but it's going to be uncomfortable without it.

I can write, beta, line-edit, and proofread. I've done it professionally and unprofessionally before.

I can do tarot readings, I can do some crafty stuff, I can do 3D design, and I can, when we get home, 3D print stuff. I got enough Amazon gift cards from JustPlay that today I got a 1kg bottle of resin for the printer! So if prefer to, if possible, earn some money online instead of just asking for money.

So email me at therealnovaprime (that's at gmail) if you want to commission something.

If you'd like to keep us from draining my kiddo's bank account due to food needs, but don't want anything, I... Will take donations.

_________________________

I have a Ko-Fi and a PayPal.me. They're both NovasPrime.

My PayPal, Cashapp, and ChimeTag are all $NovasPrime. I have a theme going.

I also have an Amex bluebird account, if you use that.

_________________________

I would rather earn money. I've been trying to find a job for....almost a year. No one can hire me, or wants to hire me, or... Something. Idk. DoorDash is all I've got rn.

But as you all know, I am not so proud that I won't take a few dollars if you have it to spare.

Thanks for reading. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. To those who don't, I hope the 4th Thursday in November is particularly awesome for you this year.

[regressors-in-ponytown]

run by @chickpea0 so if you see that account in the replies, it's not a random lol

DM ME FOR A LINK TO OUR DISCORD

CURRENT WEEKLY MEET: SATURDAY 2:30-4:00 PM GMT

CURRENT MONTHLY COSTUME PARTY: FIRST SUNDAY OR EVERY MONTH 4:00 PM GMT

[time zone converter, add London & your location to calculate]

tags:

photo album (screenshots people have taken of events)

scheduling

How this blog works

This is the hub for all things regarding the meets. Here I will be posting announcements, guides, info, etc.. I'll also be reblogging posts you tag me in/submit here!! Such as:

intro posts (not needed but good for regulars and makes finding people easier). could include screenshots of your pony/ponies! You can do this in Anon asks if you don't want your blog to be known!

screenshots

anything related to the meets!

Guidelines

Be considerate

Please do not coerce others to babysit you/let you babysit them (of course regressing and looking out for others is welcomed but we are all here to relax)

Be mindful of heavy topics. If someone is not comfortable and asks for a subject change, don't take it to heart :) we care but everyone is in a different headspace.

Please please please relay any behaviour that you find concerning or upsetting to me within either in-game DMs or here on tumblr. If a person is making you feel unsafe block or 'hide' that player. Not only to protect yourself but also to help others out.

lOO0bcGI is our party invite code :) click 'join party' and enter the code so you can talk in our private party chat

What is Pon//y Town?

It's essentially a chatroom but with cute, customisable avatars! There are NO in-game purchases and any cool features you see on other peoples ponies are made by combining free items! There are lot's of fun and cute areas where you can explore, chat and roleplay. It's avaible as a webite and a mobile app.

What do I need? How do I get started?

All you need is either a browser to run the site in or a phone/tablet for the app, a WiFi connection and a gmail, discord, vkontakte or a twitter account to sign up! I reccomend having a short spin just to make a pony or two and get a hang of the controls but there's always in-depth guides and the list of controls but really it's a very simple game. But really you only need to move around and chat lol

invite post here with location and other info so you can spread it around!

[eriecanal]

people I’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @flightcheck LOVE U !!!!!

last song: denial is a river by doechii

last book: that i've finished? rodney's decolonial marxism. still making my way thru kant's religion within the boundaries of mere reason

last movie: Стилаги. it is definitely a movie!! also a musical which i did not know before i watched it. i had mixed opinions.

last tv show: rgu!!!

sweet/spicy/savory: this question is evil i agree with lily that u cannot make me choose 1. sweet/spicy or savory/spicy combos are the moveeee i dont like mixing sweet and savory much though

relationship status: single. LOL

last thing i googled: how to make an email list gmail

current obsession: my classes... my readings... soviet intellectual history... scheduling next term's classes... <- normal guy voice

looking forward to: WINTER BREAK!!! and my religion class ❤️ and course scheduling for next term 😈

tagging @muirneach @petoskeystones @thedissociatives @nick-cassidy

[summerpodficswap]

The Return of Summer Podfic Swap!

We're back for our fourth year! Looking for some low commitment podfic fun this summer? Sign up for Summer Podfic Swap, a multi-fandom, no-minimum podfic exchange! Runs June through August 2024.

Create a podfic of any length and receive a podfic in return! Signup via the ao3 exchange by June 15th. Assignments go out near the end of June. Gifts are due by August 17th. Reveals will take place near the end of August. If you’re interested, but not sure about signing up, you are always welcome to make treats for the exchange! The deadline for submitting treats is August 31st.

Schedule Signups Open: June 1st 12:01 am EDT, right after midnight Signups Close: June 15th 11:59 pm EDT, right before midnight Assignments: End of June — Gift Deadline: August 17th 11:59 pm EDT, right before midnight Gift Reveals: Late August — Treat Deadline: August 31st 11:59 pm EDT, right before midnight

How to sign up Please sign up through our AO3 exchange here. [The form will open June 1st!] Instructions are included at the top of the form. You will fill out both Request and Offer sections. When signing up, please list a minimum of three fandoms, maximum of twenty; fandoms listed for giving and receiving can be different. If you would like to list more fandoms, you can do so in your Dear Podficcer Letter, but this will not be factored into matching. Dear Podficcer Letters are required. Your completed signup form will be visible to others to facilitate treats.

How will matching be done? Matching will be done through the ao3 algorithm, with the mods spot checking the results. Matches will be made on matching request/offer fandoms, and potentially shared additional tags. If you have any concerns about matching that you don’t feel comfortable sharing publicly, please email the mods before the close of signups. After matches are made, assignments will be emailed out by the end of June.

For more FAQ please visit the Summer Podfic Swap ao3 collection page. If you have any questions, please feel free to email us at summerpodficswap at gmail dot com, comment below, or tweet us at podficswap on twitter. We hope you'll join us for some summer fun!

Signups open on ao3 June 1st!

[idiomagic]

Mr. Boy is doing pretty well. He's mostly back to his old self, but he has periods of being pretty listless and depressed. He's going back to the vet next week for another 24 hour stay to find out what's going on, and to see if the insulin needs to be increased again. We've paid all the past due vet bills, thanks to your overwhelming kindness and generosity, but I have no idea how we're going to pay for this next vet visit. There's promising news on the job front, as the husband has a second interview scheduled for Monday. In the meantime, the bills are piling up and I'm worried about my little guy. Hopefully, things will turn around soon, for all of us. If you could please keep sharing our gofundme, that would be a huge help. I'm going to start selling my signed first edition books, so if you know anyone who loves fantasy and sci fi and would like to own some rare and very special books, please send them my way. I can be reached here or at idiomagic AT gmail DOT com, and can provide photos of the books and a list of what I have available. Thank you all for helping my little man, and for giving me so much support and kindness through this journey. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and your help has given us the hope and strength to keep moving forward. https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-spy-boy-urgent-medical-funds-needed https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/BK56PZUL2A76?ref_=wl_share

[histrynerdss]

HEY MOOTIES!!!

i figured out how to add cities to my world clock!!! if you wanna you can tell me the general region you live in if not city and i'll add you so i know if you're sleepin or not so i know not to disturb/expect you :3

i only have @the-real-gmail rn since i talk to him on disc and i gotta figure out if hes awake or not so i know if he wont/will respond since im paranoid as fuck / BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW WHAY TIME IT OS SO I CAN TELL HIM TO GO SLEEP BC HIS SLEEP SCHEDULE MESSED UP!!!

if u dont wanan do this its totes fine btw !!! just thought i could do this hfhsvdbbsb

[shrevya-technologies]

Google Workspace Reseller | Shrevya Technologies

Boost Your Business Efficiency with a Trusted Google Workspace Reseller – Shrevya Technologies

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, businesses rely on seamless communication, collaboration, and productivity tools. That’s why choosing the right Google Workspace Reseller is key to transforming how your teams work. At Shrevya Technologies, we aren't just a vendor—we’re your dedicated partner in unlocking the full potential of Google Workspace for your organization.

1. Why Choose a Google Workspace Reseller?

✅ Expert Guidance & Personalized Support

While Google provides a robust suite of tools, navigating licenses, migrations, and administrative tasks can be complex. As a certified Google Workspace Reseller, Shrevya Technologies offers:

Personalized onboarding: We assess your business needs and tailor plans—from Business Starter to Enterprise.

Ongoing support: Dedicated specialists handle licensing, billing, and technical issues so your IT team can focus on strategic initiatives.

✅ Cost Efficiency & Value-added Services

We help you optimize costs through:

Right-sized plans: Avoid overpaying with expert license recommendations.

Bundled add-ons: Training sessions, security audits, data migration services—all included under one roof.

2. Understanding Google Workspace: What You Need to Know

G Suite Has Evolved

Google Workspace combines Gmail, Docs, Drive, Meet, and more into an integrated platform that supports remote work, real-time collaboration, and enterprise-level security.

Why It Matters for Businesses

Anywhere collaboration: Work from any device and location with real-time editing and version control.

Robust security: Encrypted email, secure data storage, and admin controls.

Efficiency: Integrations with third‑party apps streamline workflows.

With Shrevya Technologies as your Google Workspace Reseller, you receive expert insights into which plan and features align best with your operations.

3. What Sets Shrevya Technologies Apart

🍃 Deep Industry Experience

Shrevya Technologies has guided clients across sectors—finance, education, manufacturing, retail—in adopting and maximizing Google Workspace's offerings.

🎯 Tailored Deployment & Migration

Our comprehensive migration services include:

Discovery phase: We audit existing tools, data sources, and team workflows.

Migration strategy: We plan email, calendar, and file migrations with zero downtime.

Pilot and rollout: We test with pilot groups before full migration.

Training & adoption: User trainings and best practices ensure smooth beyond‑cutover adoption.

🛡️ Enterprise-level Security & Compliance

Admin console configuration for users, devices, and permissions.

Data loss prevention and ransomware protection.

Audit logs and compliance reports.

Shrevya helps you not only meet internal policies but also regulatory standards like GDPR and HIPAA.

🛠️ Ongoing Management & Support

Post-deployment, our services include:

24/7 help desk.

License recommendations based on usage.

Monthly admin and usage reviews.

App integrations and custom scripts.

4. Key Benefits of Partnering with a Specialist Reseller

BenefitExplanationStrategic adviceWe tailor Google Workspace to business size and needs.Pre‑purchase planningLicense audits ensure you only pay for what you need.Smooth migrationsCutover transitions with minimal disruptions.Training & adoptionEmployees learn faster with tailored sessions.Fast supportSkip Google forums—get direct help from local experts.ScalabilityEasily add licenses or switch plans as you grow.

5. How to Get Started with Shrevya Technologies

Schedule a Discovery Call Contact Shrevya to assess your current IT setup and business goals.

Select the Right Plan Receive tailored recommendations—ranging from Business Starter to Enterprise Plus.

Plan Your Migration We’ll audit your current systems, define migration windows, and ensure a secure transfer.

Launch & Train Pilot group rollout, all-staff training, and guided adoption of Google Workspace tools.

Monitor & Optimize Ongoing support, license reviews, security audits, and growth planning.

6. Why SEO Cares About Google Workspace Resellers

From an SEO perspective, organizations seeking digital transformation often search for “Google Workspace Reseller” to:

Compare pricing and service models.

Understand migration and setup processes.

Find partners offering expertise and local support.

By producing authoritative, solution-oriented content, Shrevya Technologies positions itself as a top contender, capturing high-intent traffic.

7. Real-World Success Stories

📌 Education Sector – 500+ Students Online

A leading college migrated to Google Workspace via Shrevya for remote classes during the pandemic. The result:

Transitioned to Google Meet within 48 hours.

Trained faculty on real-time collaboration tools like Classroom and Forms.

Improved feedback loops and student satisfaction ratings by 30%.

📌 Legal Firm – Secure Collaboration

A fast-growing legal practice needed secure, compliant email and document management. Shrevya delivered:

Customized DLP policies.

GDPR- and HIPAA-compliant file sharing.

Audit logging and forensic tools.

40% reduction in compliance overhead.

8. Optimizing Your Google Workspace Setup

Inside tips from Shrevya’s experts:

Group-based access: Streamline file sharing control via groups.

Shared drives for teams: Avoid individual silos with centralized storage.

Automated workflows: Use AppSheet or Apps Script to reduce manual tasks.

Custom login banner and 2SV: Reinforces compliance and security.

Alerts & audit logs: Proactive risk detection.

These optimizations drive user adoption, improve efficiency, and bolster your return on investment.

9. Summary—Why Work with Shrevya Technologies?

Certified Google Workspace Reseller – deep technical and licensing expertise.

End-to-end migration – secure, zero-downtime transitions.

Tailored training & support – for rapid user adoption.

Enterprise-grade security – built to meet regulation and best practices.

Scalable growth – flexible licensing as your company evolves.

Proven track record – across education, legal, finance, and more.

By partnering with Shrevya Technologies as your Google Workspace Reseller, you gain more than licenses—you gain a strategic ally for digital transformation.

10. Take the First Step Today

Ready to elevate your business tools, boost collaboration, and reinforce your security? As your dedicated Google Workspace Reseller, Shrevya Technologies delivers results that matter.

➡️ Contact us now: Google Workspace Reseller to request a free consultation.

In Summary: Choosing the right Google Workspace Reseller makes all the difference in implementation, adoption, and ROI. With Shrevya Technologies, you gain personalized plans, seamless migrations, expert support, and robust security—all tailored to your sector and growth goals. Let’s embark on your Google Workspace journey together!

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Boost Your Business Efficiency with a Trusted Google Workspace Reseller – Shrevya Technologies

In the modern digital era, businesses are moving towards cloud-based collaboration tools to enhance productivity, communication, and data security. Among these tools, Google Workspace (formerly G Suite) stands out as a powerful suite of applications for organizations of all sizes. But choosing the right Google Workspace Reseller is crucial for unlocking the platform’s full potential. That’s where Shrevya Technologies comes in—a certified and reliable Google Workspace Reseller helping businesses adopt, implement, and scale with Google Workspace effectively.

What is Google Workspace?

Google Workspace is a comprehensive suite of cloud-based tools developed by Google to help businesses streamline communication, collaboration, and data management. It includes Gmail, Google Drive, Docs, Sheets, Slides, Google Meet, Calendar, Chat, and more—all designed to work seamlessly together.

From startups to large enterprises, organizations worldwide rely on Google Workspace to:

Enhance team collaboration

Enable remote work

Securely store and manage data

Reduce IT overhead

However, to make the most of these tools, businesses need expert guidance—and that’s where a certified Google Workspace Reseller like Shrevya Technologies becomes essential.

Why Choose a Google Workspace Reseller?

Working with a Google Workspace Reseller offers numerous advantages over purchasing licenses directly from Google:

1. Personalized Support

When you partner with a certified Google Workspace Reseller, you get dedicated support tailored to your organization’s needs. At Shrevya Technologies, we provide end-to-end assistance—from planning and implementation to post-deployment support.

2. Cost-Effective Solutions

We analyze your business size, goals, and workflow requirements to recommend the most cost-efficient plan. Shrevya helps businesses avoid overspending by choosing the right tier of Google Workspace.

3. Smooth Onboarding & Migration

Migrating to Google Workspace can be challenging. As an experienced Google Workspace Reseller, Shrevya Technologies handles all aspects of migration—emails, calendars, contacts, and files—with minimal disruption to your operations.

4. Enhanced Security & Compliance

Shrevya configures your Google Workspace environment with robust security settings, compliance policies, and user controls. We help ensure your business data is safe and meets industry standards.

Benefits of Partnering with Shrevya Technologies as Your Google Workspace Reseller

✅ Certified Experts

Shrevya Technologies is a certified Google Workspace Reseller with a deep understanding of the Google Cloud ecosystem. Our team of experts has helped hundreds of businesses transition to Google Workspace with ease and confidence.

✅ Tailored Deployment

Every business is unique. Shrevya crafts customized deployment strategies that align with your workflows, team structures, and IT infrastructure.

✅ Comprehensive Training

We provide training sessions for administrators, managers, and employees to ensure successful adoption and effective use of Google Workspace tools.

✅ 24/7 Support

We don’t just sell licenses—we build lasting partnerships. Our support team is available around the clock to resolve technical issues and provide guidance whenever you need it.

Features of Google Workspace You Can Leverage with Shrevya Technologies

As a trusted Google Workspace Reseller, Shrevya ensures you make the most out of the powerful features within Google Workspace:

Gmail for Business: Branded email with robust spam filtering and 99.9% uptime.

Google Drive: Secure cloud storage with shared drives and permission controls.

Docs, Sheets & Slides: Real-time collaboration tools for creating and editing documents, spreadsheets, and presentations.

Google Meet & Chat: Video conferencing and messaging for seamless team communication.

Google Calendar: Smart scheduling with integrated video calls and reminders.

Admin Console: Centralized user, device, and app management.

When you choose Shrevya as your Google Workspace Reseller, you gain strategic advice on how to implement and optimize each of these tools for your unique business needs.

Why Businesses Trust Shrevya Technologies as Their Google Workspace Reseller

🔹 Proven Experience

With years of experience as a Google Workspace Reseller, Shrevya Technologies has successfully implemented Workspace for organizations in sectors such as education, healthcare, IT, retail, and finance.

🔹 Seamless Migration Services

We ensure hassle-free migration from legacy systems like Microsoft Outlook, Office 365, Zoho, or on-premise email servers.

🔹 Scalable Solutions

Whether you’re a startup with 10 users or a large corporation with 1,000+, our solutions scale with your business growth.

🔹 Transparent Pricing

No hidden costs. No unnecessary upselling. Shrevya provides honest, upfront pricing and clear documentation for all services.

How to Get Started with Google Workspace through Shrevya Technologies

Getting started with Google Workspace is simple when you partner with Shrevya Technologies:

Consultation Reach out to us for a free consultation to assess your current setup and requirements.

Plan Selection We help you choose the ideal Google Workspace plan (Business Starter, Business Standard, Business Plus, or Enterprise editions).

Data Migration Our certified engineers ensure safe and efficient migration of all your data to the cloud.

Setup & Configuration We set up users, groups, shared drives, and security settings according to your organization’s policies.

Training & Adoption Customized training sessions help your teams adopt Google Workspace quickly and effectively.

Ongoing Support Our technical support team is always ready to assist with any issues or updates you need.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1: What is a Google Workspace Reseller? A Google Workspace Reseller is an authorized partner who sells and supports Google Workspace licenses, offering personalized services like migration, setup, training, and support.

Q2: Why should I choose Shrevya Technologies as my reseller? Shrevya Technologies provides tailored deployment, secure migration, round-the-clock support, and expertise across industries to help businesses fully utilize Google Workspace.

Q3: Can I switch to Shrevya if I already have Google Workspace? Yes! You can transfer your existing account to Shrevya Technologies at no extra cost and start benefiting from our expert support and personalized service.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right Google Workspace Reseller can significantly impact your organization's productivity, collaboration, and long-term IT strategy. Whether you're a small business looking to modernize or an enterprise seeking to optimize your existing setup, Shrevya Technologies is here to help.

With personalized service, technical expertise, and an unwavering commitment to your success, Shrevya Technologies is the trusted Google Workspace Reseller your business needs.

Ready to take your collaboration to the next level? Visit 👉 Google Workspace Reseller to learn more and get started today!

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