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figmentglobal · 11 months ago

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GST Compliance Solutions Made Easy Tips for Hassle-Free Tax Filing

Goods and Services Tax (GST) compliance can be a daunting task in today’s fast-paced business environment. However, with the right processes and tools, GST compliance can be easy and stress-free. This comprehensive guide will provide you with hassle-free tax advice, helping to simplify your GST process and ensure that your business stays on the right side of the law.

To Understand GST Compliance

GST compliance Solutions includes compliance with all GST related rules and regulations set by the government. This includes GST registration, filing GST returns, keeping accurate records and paying the correct amount of tax on time. Understanding the basics of GST compliance is the first step to a hassle-free tax filing.

Importance of GST Compliance

Maintaining GST compliance is important for several reasons. First, it helps avoid costly fines and penalties that can result from non-compliance. Secondly, it ensures that your business runs smoothly without any legal hiccups. Finally, being GST compliant increases the credibility of your business and can also provide you with certain tax advantages.

Steps to Ensure GST Compliance

Follow these steps to ensure GST compliance.

i]. Register for GST

The first step in GST compliance is to register your business for GST. Companies whose annual turnover exceeds a certain limit must register. Make sure you complete this step correctly to avoid issues in the future.

ii]. Keep Accurate Records

Keeping accurate and up-to-date records is essential for GST compliance. This includes writing invoices, receipts, and all other financial documents. Use digital accounting software to help streamline this process and ensure accuracy.

iii]. Understand the GST Rate

Different goods and services are taxed at different rates of GST. Make sure you know the fair price for your products or services. This will help you collect the right amount of tax and file accurate returns.

iv]. File GST Return on Time

It’s important to file GST returns on time to avoid penalties. Generally, you need to file GST returns on a monthly or quarterly basis, depending on the income your business generates. Set reminders to ensure you meet all deadlines.

v]. Match Your Premiums

Matching is the process of comparing your sales and purchase invoices with information provided by suppliers and customers. This helps to ensure the accuracy of your GST return, to identify and resolve any discrepancies.

vi]. Link to GST Updates

GST rules and regulations are subject to change. Staying up-to-date with the latest GST information and changes will help you stay compliant. Subscribe to GST newsletters and follow relevant government websites for updates.

vii]. Use GST Software

The compliance process can be streamlined by using specialized GST software. These tools can perform various tasks such as invoice generation, return filing and data reconciliation, reducing the possibility of errors.

viii]. Seek Professional Help

If GST compliance feels overwhelming, consider seeking help from a GST professional. They can provide expert advice and assist with filing returns, ensuring your business remains compliant.

GST Filing Errors In General Should Be Avoided

Even with the best of intentions, companies can make mistakes when filing their GST returns. Here are some common mistakes to look out for:

i]. Incorrect GSTIN

Your GST Identification Number (GSTIN) is important for all GST processing. Be sure to fill all documents correctly to avoid any discrepancies.

ii]. For Subsequent Refunds

Filing late returns can attract penalties and interest. Make it a priority to submit your return by the deadline.

iii]. Incorrect Tax Returns

The GST amount may have been incorrectly calculated and underpaid or overpaid. Double check your calculations or use GST software to ensure accuracy.

vi]. Neglect Of Reconciliation

Failing to prepare your invoices can result in inconsistent records and incorrect returns. Make reconciliation a regular part of your GST compliance process.

vii]. Overview of Input Tax Credit (ITC)

Be sure to claim the right amount of Investment Tax Credit (ITC) by keeping accurate records of all purchases and expenses.

Advantages of GST Compliance

GST compliance not only keeps you on the right side of the law but also provides a host of benefits:

i]. Avoid Punishment

By complying with GST rules, you will avoid severe penalties and possible penalties for non-compliance.

ii]. Strengthening Employee Reputation

Being GST-compliant gives your business credibility and reputation, making you a trusted partner for clients and clients.

iii]. Smooth Operation Of Business

Compliance ensures that your business succeeds without legal hurdles, allowing you to focus on growth and expansion.

iv]. Availability of Input Tax Credit

Compliant firms can claim the Input Tax Credit (ITC), which reduces overall tax liability and improves revenue.

v]. Enhanced Financial Management

Accurate GST records and timely returns also help with financial planning and planning, helping you make informed business decisions.

Hassle-Free GST Filing Tips

Here are some useful tips to make GST filing a hassle-free experience:

i]. Keep Planning

Keep all your financial documents ready and easily accessible. This will make the filing process easier and faster.

ii]. Use Digital Tools

Use digital tools and accounting software to make your GST compliance transactions more efficient and effective.

iii]. Set Up The Reminder

Schedule reminders for GST whenever necessary to ensure you file and pay on time.

iv]. Regular Training

Stay updated with the latest GST laws and train your employees regularly to ensure everyone is aware of the compliance requirements.

v]. Check Before Delivery

Always check your GST return before submitting to catch any errors and ensure accuracy.

vi]. Get Professional Advice

If you face problems or uncertainties, do not hesitate to seek advice from GST experts.

Benefits Of Technology For GST Compliance

Technology plays an important role in GST compliance. Here’s how you can leverage technology for hassle-free GST filing:

i]. GST Software

Invest in reliable GST software that automates various compliance tasks like invoicing, return filing and data reconciliation.

ii]. Mobile Applications

Use mobile apps for your access to GST compliance tools and updates, ensuring you stay compliant even when you are away from the office.

iii]. Cloud Accounting

Cloud accounting platforms give you true access to your financial data, making it easier to manage and submit your GST returns.

iv]. AI and Machine Learning

Advanced technologies like AI and machine learning can help identify anomalies, anticipate compliance issues, and provide actionable insights.

v]. Blockchain Implementation

Blockchain technology can ensure the integrity and transparency of GST records, reducing the risk of fraud and error.

Conclusion

GST compliance may seem daunting, but it can be effectively addressed with the right methods and tools. By following the tips outlined in this guide, you can ensure a hassle-free tax return and keep your business in compliance. Remember that staying organized, taking advantage of technology and seeking professional advice when needed is key to simplifying GST compliance. Stay proactive, stay informed and make GST compliance a smooth and seamless process for your business.

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snowyjinsoul-sales · 2 years ago

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hi, welcome to my kpop sale-trade-grouporder blog!

‼️ this is a work in progress‼️

my name is Lily, or @snowyjinsoul here on tumblr, as well as instagram and twitter! i’m a member of the kpop buy-sell-trade community on instagram, with over a year of experience in hosting photocard and album group orders mainly for loona (+ loossemble, odd eye circle, artms and chuu).

keep reading under the cut for general info, sales/trades/GO info, post directory, and more!

ABOUT ME

🔹 Lily (she/her), 23 years old, Graphic Designer, based in Germany

🔹 ult: LOONA, ARTMS, LOOSSEMBLE, CHUU, Lee Chaeyeon

🔹 stan: STAYC, tripleS, FiftyFifty, LeSserafim, IVE, Minseo, Kwon Eunbi, Yena, Idle

🔹 dni if you’re racist, sexist, homophobic, ableist, younger than 14, …

🔹 if you’re a minor please make sure you have permission from your guardians to be active in the bst community, and if there’s anything i need to be aware of when packing your items please let me know!

🔹 I work Monday to Friday 8-6 so I might not respond immediately, but I will always get back to you asap 💖 Feel free to bump messages if i haven’t answered in longer than a day!

IMPORTANT LINKS

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GENERAL INFO

🔹 Items will be packed in order of: Penny sleeve > Toploader > Folded card > Envelope (+ everything secured with washi tape & sticky tape)

🔹 I always put a return address on my letters

🔹 For larger items I will use bubble wrap and/or cardboard

🔹 I will send address checks via DM

🔹 I only offer shipping through my local postal services Deutsche Post and DHL

🔹 Items will usually be dropped off on the weekend, I drop them off at a public mailbox or packstation

🔹 I don’t write usernames on envelopes, instead I will put a sticker or symbol on the envelope, & I will send a drop-off video via DM

⚠️ Once the letter is dropped off I’m no longer responsible for any damages or lost mail! ⚠️

GROUP ORDERS

I’m an established GOM with one year of experience and I always strive to improve my workflow and services, so if there‘s any questions, critiques or concerns please do let me know! :>

Please do not join my GOs if you cannot foresee yourself being able to cover all required payments.

GO Terms and Conditions

No backouts once I have requested payment unless you have found someone to replace you.

⚠️ If you go AWOL (away without leave) on me you will be blocked and blacklisted from my account. Timewaster and/or DWAYOR posts may also be made if I see it as necessary.

⚠️ If you do not pay initials by the deadline mentioned in the respective groupchat you will be removed from the GO. Repeat offenders will be blocked and blacklisted from my account. I only send payment reminders if there’s been no activity in the groupchat for several days before, it is your own responsibility to pay on time.

⚠️ I am happy to cater for extensions and payment plans but you must tell me at least 24 hours before the payment deadline. Extensions after this point will only be given for extreme circumstances and will only be given at my discretion.

⚠️ No refunds once I have received the first payment.

No strict deadline for doms payments if I am collecting them separately as I will hold items until I receive payment. However if I receive no response after 2 weeks I reserve the right to put your items back up for sale/trade.

GOs General Info

🔹 There’s usually 2 to 4 payments and I will provide price breakdowns on the respective GO Notion page / GO spreadsheets

🔹 If there’s a tracking link or number I check up on it’s progress regularly and send updates if there’s anything of importance

🔹 I will collect everyone’s addresses and info through google forms

🔹 When packing I will confirm your claims and address via DM

⚠️ For cheap photocard GOs I usually do not check the condition of the pcs extremely thoroughly. If there‘s any major scratches, bends, etc. I will of course notice and disclose it, but I will not check them under light for minor scratches, indents, or misprints

🔹 Once I’m able to send out I will post a video in my instagram story of me dropping the letters off at a public mailbox (with the addresses covered up, of course)

🔹 Packing info and costs will be calculated depending on the type of item and its size. I aim to make it inexpensive, and I am transparent about the costs and how I pack it.

SALES

🔹 i am operating all sales through a sales enquiry form, the link to the sales form is available via the “important links” section of this post or in every sales post

🔹 WW for photocards and other small items, European Union only for albums and other bigger items

🔹Prices listed in Euros € unless stated otherwise.

🔹 Payment only per Paypal F&F!

🔹 If you pay per G&S I will refund you immediately and block & blacklist you from my accounts

🔹 You have 24 hours to provide proof of payment or the item will be released for sale again! i can however hold items for up to 72 hours, just ask ^^

🔹 Addresses shared via my sales form will be deleted once you either receive your items, or if a sale does not go through / the items you were interested in were already sold

TRADES

🔹 Trading only within EU (European Union)

🔹 Not trading with non-kpop-related accounts and/or accounts with less than 10 proofs (unless i know you from instagram or we’ve traded before)

🔹 When dming me for a trade, please include exactly which of my items you are interested in and what you are offering to trade! Any dms that only say “I’m interested in trading” without specifications will be ignored

⚠️ You and I both have the right to back out of a sale/trade if either party feels uncomfortable, as long as addresses haven’t been shared or money has been exchanged. ⚠️

SHIPPING INFO

This is a list of (most) countries that I sell / ship to. Additionally I will sell to any other countries that can send money via PayPal F&F (friends and family). Under no circumstances ever will I accept payments via PayPal G&S (goods and services). Please make sure you can pay via PayPal F&F before contacting me.

🔹 Albania, Andorra, Austria, Australia, Belgium, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Canada, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Italy, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembuorg, Malta, Netherlands, Norway, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, South Africa, Sweden, Switzerland, United Kingdom, United States

SHIPPING PRICES

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ayamari-no-goshi · 2 years ago

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Don’t Forget to Write (5)

AO3 -> first, previous, next

Fandoms: DC (Batman comics)

Summary: From Dick’s POV. Damian happened to win a contest to illustrate a new book by an up and coming author. Being the good brother he is, Dick decided to check the book.He quickly realized he was reading a very first hand account of one of Jason’s old cases, and deciding to act like a normal person would, he decided to read some of the author’s other works. What he found shook the very foundation of what he thought was true?

Warnings: rated T - mostly for swearing and questionable mental health. Amnesia

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr ((I may have forgotten to post the update. Oops))

“What do you mean?” Bruce demanded of his youngest, who couldn’t meet his eyes. “What did you do?”

“Don’t… don’t touch me!” Jason hissed in abject terror, turning everyone’s attention back to him. He was backing away from Cass, who was trying to see if he was okay. His hands were finally moved from his face so smears of blood and bright, almost feverish eyes could finally be seen. Whatever was going on, Dick doubted he was completely aware of his surroundings.

Dick slowly moved forward and held out his hands, palm up, so his brother could see they were empty. “Jay? It’s alright.” Instead of being comforted, his brother tensed. Shit, he was going to bolt, and this wasn’t the place for him to try to run. There were too many dangers in the Cave. Backing off, he hoped it would at least give them time to figure out what was wrong, but it wasn’t enough. Steph shifted slightly from behind him, and it was enough to spook Jason again.

“Damnit, Jay,” he stated under his breath as he and Bruce ran after his brother. As they got close enough to try to restrain him, Jason fought back. And unlike their last scuffle, his attacks were far more certain, controlled, and trained. Not only that, but he was also attempting to aim for the parts of their armor that were the weakest. But as soon as he managed to put space between them, he tried to run again. Eventually, he managed to pin Jason on the ground as Bruce delivered a dose of sedatives.

As he started to succumb to the medication, Dick could have sworn Jason whispered, “Even you, Bruce…?” What in the world prompted that response?

Once they were certain he was out, Bruce picked up his son and carried him to the MedBay, where Steph and Cass had already begun prepping. They were hesitant to put in an IV without knowing exactly what happened, they did the basic medical checks before Bruce took a blood sample and summoned Alfred.

As he did that, Dick and Steph checked Jason for any sign of injuries. It turned out he had tried gouging the side of his face that had the more severe scarring. However, when they cleaned up the blood, the scarring wasn’t visible. Alarmed, Dick checked Jason’s hands and arms. His fingers no longer looked or felt misaligned, and just like on his face, the scars on his arms weren’t there.

“I hadn’t been imagining it,” he said more to himself than anyone else. “Something’s been healing him.”

“But what?” Steph questioned as she glanced back and forth between Jason and Bruce. “This isn’t some mystic coming back to life thing, is it?”

“Something tells me it’s not that simple,” he replied as he moved to let Bruce do his second round of checks. Glancing to his side, he saw Damian hesitantly hovering nearby. Cass was beside him with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Dames, what happened?”

“I… hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction.” The unease in his statement immediately set up alarm bells. Most people wouldn’t be able to catch it, but Dick had worked with Damian to know that when his mask of confidence fell, something was wrong.

Bruce noticed it too. “What did you give him?”

“It was obvious that Todd’s body would not recover even if his mind would,” Damian stated. “While I know you had made the decision not to use it, Mother assured me that a small amount of Lazarus Water would help heal him and limit any potential side effects. At first, I had only been adding a few drops to his tea as a precaution.”

“At first? Wait, is that why that water tasted so off?” If that was the case, he and Jason cleaned the fridge for no reason. That wasn’t what he needed to focus on at the moment. He could complain about doing unnecessary chores later.

Damian nodded once as he glanced at Bruce. “If you kept him here much longer, it was likely he’d try to escape. I… increased the dose to make sure he’d at least have his full capabilities if he decided to do something foolish. I had believed he would respond the same as the previous times, but he did not.”

Bruce did not immediately respond as he moved past the medical table to kneel in front of Damian, who crossed his arms and almost defiantly stared at him. “Why did you go against my wishes?” he asked, keeping his voice relatively neutral.

“Todd is important to you and to Grayson,” he explained. “The longer it takes for him to recover, the more distracted the two of you become. As you know, that increased the risk of being injured on the field…”

Dick gently ruffled Damian’s hair. “Thanks for being worried about us, but did you ever think Jason might not be okay with this?” When his brother gave him his version of a baffled expression, he continued, “Jay’s naturally wary of any type of drug, even if it’s standard medication. Finding out you added something that, while it helped heal him, could also negatively affect his mind, might not go over all that well when he finds out about it. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it in the long run,” he hastily added, “but he never had a choice in the matter.”

“Your mother may have also neglected to warn you how painful coming in contact with Lazarus Water can be,” Bruce added. Dick had to give him credit, he was trying to be patient and understanding with Damian. The kid had grown up in a cult where his grandfather’s use of the stuff was commonplace after all. “Ra’s has been bathing in the Waters for so long that I doubt he recognizes the pain anymore, but for most people, it’s excruciatingly painful.”

Damian glanced towards where Jason was resting. “I see. Perhaps I was hasty in my actions.”

While it wasn’t what most people would consider an apology, Dick knew it was Damian’s version of one. Hopefully, this would prevent any further use of Lazarus Water on family members without permission. Speaking of which, they were going to have to determine when exactly Damian reached out to Talia and determine which Pit was used. Most of the Pits were reportedly sealed, but it didn’t mean they weren’t using an old one. And if they weren’t, they would have to determine where the new one was.

“While I understand you acted out of what you thought was the best course of action for everyone involved, you still went against my instructions,” Bruce continued as sternness crept into his tone. “This experiment of yours could have unpredictable effects on your brother. We’ll discuss punishment after we finish with Jason’s medical checks.”

“I understand, Father.”

Dick felt for the kid. While Damian was doing better with understanding how ‘normal’ people worked, he still had trouble. Nothing about what he did was malicious in any way, which by itself showed his growth, but it wasn’t right for him to have given Jason something so volatile. With how little Jason received, hopefully he wouldn’t have to deal with the known side effects.

Speaking of which, could Jason feel that same fiery pain when he was drinking it in the tea? Dick hadn’t noticed anything when he sipped the contaminated water, so maybe it was concentration dependent. Or maybe Jason’s chronic pain from his injuries helped prevent him from noticing. Either way, at least his brother hopefully wouldn't have to deal with that pain any longer.

…

“Oracle, any new information?” Bruce requested over the comms.

“Just like I told you five minutes ago, I haven’t seen anything yet,” came Babs’ exasperated reply, but her voice softened as she continued, “As soon as I catch sight of him, I’ll let you know. Don’t worry, Bruce, we’ll find him.”

There was no reply.

Dick just sighed as he grappled through the city to one of the points of interest. While they weren’t entirely sure when Jason woke up from the video feed, he waited until the only one in the Cave was Tim to begin to move. Then, when Tim was distracted at his conspiracy board, he carefully grabbed his things from the Cell, with the exception of Alfred’s Tupperware. He then took one of Bruce’s secondary utility belts and a grapple from one of the work benches, managed to get himself on one of the Batcycles, and raced off before Tim had a chance to ever respond.

The security footage was amazing to watch. Dick could see his Robin training in the way he carefully moved around the Cave, and there was no hesitation as he jumped on the Batcycle. While it would still have to be confirmed, he believed Jason had recovered most, if not all, of his memories from the Lazarus Water.

But why had he left? Was it possible he was going to take on Black Mask by himself? Dick hoped not. They hadn’t told him the locations they had narrowed down for Mask’s hiding places, and they hadn’t found any evidence he had gotten into their databases. That meant he’d be going in blind. The last time Jason ran off, he got killed. They just got him back. Dick wouldn’t be able to handle it if they lost him again, and he couldn’t imagine what it would do to Bruce if that happened.

Other than when he came into the city, Babs had only caught a couple glimpses of him on the cameras, but she hadn’t gotten a clear picture of where he was going. Since they weren’t entirely certain of his destination, Bruce decided that he would stake out the three possible locations for Black Mask along with Cass and Tim while Dick, Damian, and Steph would check a few places of interest such as Jason’s current apartment. Though Steph grumbled about it, they all knew she was relieved not to be anywhere near Mask.

While Steph rushed off towards Jason’s current apartment and Damian headed towards his old home, Dick headed towards Jason’s favorite gargoyle. Even if he found Jason, he personally believed Bruce should be the one to talk to him. However, Bruce was doing what he did best and was compartmentalizing his feelings. To him, the most rational thing to do at the moment would be to capture Black Mask to keep his son safe.

As he approached the building in question, he caught sight of a figure sitting next to a gargoyle. After radioing in he found Jason and requesting that Babs put him on a private line, he slowly approached him in hopes of not scaring him off.

Jason tensed as he heard him. “What do you want, Old Man?” Bitterness and exasperation colored his voice.

“He’s not here at the moment. Can I take a message?” he gently teased.

His brother turned and stared at him for a moment. His expression flickered through several emotions before finally settling on annoyance. “Are you here to drag me back?”

“I’d rather have you come back on your own. Can I sit?”

“Suit yourself.”

Making sure he gave his brother a respectful distance, he made himself as comfortable as he could before speaking again. “How much do you remember?”

Instead of answering him, he picked at his fingers. “What did that kid give me? Poison? Drugs? Was I that much of a fuck up to you guys that the new Robin,” he stumbled a little on the title, “had to try to kill me? Is that why I was really there? To figure out how much I remembered and take me out if I proved to be a liability?”

“No! Of course not! Jason,” Dick paused a moment to see how he’d react to his actual name. When Jason glanced at him, Dick took that as a good sign, “B wanted to make sure nothing happened to you while Black Mask is on the loose.”

“The last person I trusted told me it was safe too,” he stated before he whispered. “I… I died, Dick." His fingers desperately gripped his arms as he hugged himself. "I’m not supposed to be here. I’m… I’m not supposed to be alive.”

“You… you remember?”

“Remember how the person I hoped would love me sold me to the Joker to save her own skin? Or how she smoked while she watched that monster and his crony beat me with a crowbar? Or how she tried to double cross him and spectacularly failed? Or how I… I somehow pulled myself up and tried to disarm the bomb?” His voice began to crack. “Or maybe you’re talking about when I realized I was going to die and threw myself in front of that woman in hopes maybe she’d still survive?” He hung his head.

An icy hollow sensation filled his chest as Babs made a choking sob over the comm. “Jay…” What could he say to that? For years, they had believed he’d rushed in without backup for some reason, but this was the complete opposite. He’d been betrayed by his own mother.

Realization hit him. That must have been why he acted like that when they knocked him out. He thought they were going to betray him too.

“Why did I think she’d be any different? No one wanted me, or if they did, they got bored of me after a while.” His voice had dropped to a whisper. “Willis got himself killed after turning back to crime. He said he did it to keep us off the streets, but it changed him after a while. He stayed away more, and when he was there, he didn't seem interested. Catherine had been a great mom before she became addicted. I don’t know how often she actually knew I was there. Bruce… I guess I deluded myself into thinking he cared. ‘Jason Todd: a good soldier’,” he recited bitterly. “No wonder I was replaceable.”

Oh god, he saw the memorial plaque. Dammit Bruce. “But you weren’t!”

“We both know I was just a poor replacement for you.”

“Jay… Little Wing… you were no one’s replacement. You weren’t a soldier.” Did Jason really feel like that? Or was this a possible side effect of the Lazarus Water? It was reported to enhance negative emotions, but it was hard to say just how intense those effects might be with him drinking it. So, he tried a different tactic. “Remember what we were talking about a few days ago? About how he was after he lost Robin, after he lost you. That wasn’t the anger of a general losing a soldier. That was the grief of a father losing his son.”

When there was no response, he continued. “I’m not going to excuse my behavior when I first found out about you. B’s lack of communication and the decision to pass on the role without my permission didn’t help an already tense situation. I was young and stupid and took out some of that anger on you, but you were a good kid and a great Robin. I didn’t lie when I told you I genuinely regret that I wasn’t around more. I… I was devastated when I found out.” Silence fell between them as he tried to figure out what else to say.

Jason’s head was still bowed as he finally decided to speak up. “What… what did the kid give me?” He clenched and unclenched his hands a few times. Apparently, he decided not to unpack his feelings about the previous conversation. Honestly, Dick respected that. “I felt like I was burning from the inside out…”

“Well…” No matter how he attempted to explain this, it wasn’t going to go over well. “Do you remember B’s ex?”

His brother gave him an unimpressed look. “Which one?”

“The one associated with assassins. She’s Robin’s mother.”

Realization was quickly replaced with absolute revulsion. “You mean to tell me he managed to get her to send him his grandfather’s bathwater… and he had me drink it? Oh, fuck you! It’s not funny.”

Dick couldn’t help it. He had to laugh. Up until recently, he never thought he’d have a chance like this ever again. “It’s not, but your summary was.” After a moment he added, “Don’t be too mad at Robin. He thought it was the best way to help you.”

“… I wish it would have left the scars…” Jason’s voice was almost inaudible. “I got used to them, and they were the only tie I had to the past I couldn’t remember. Now, I can’t even go back to the life I was living. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t bad.”

“You could always come home.”

“I don’t know if I can. It’s not… I’m not…” He ran his hands through his hair as he tried to find the words he needed. “Dick, I lived… what is it? Five, six years? On my own. You didn’t know I was here, and I certainly didn’t know all the answers I wanted were in the big house on the hill. I know it’s not anyone’s fault and that it’s irrational, I know, but it hurts that no one looked for me before this. It hurts that everything moved on without me, and I was right here the entire time.”

“But I also don’t know how I can face B now that I know,” he continued as he pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them. It made him look much younger. “He probably didn’t tell you, but we were fighting before I took off before... Anyways, it got to the point where he told me he wasn’t my dad.”

Dick knew there had been some tension between Jason and Bruce in the months leading up to his death. They’d talked a few times about it. Bruce, who preferred his partners following his lead, had a hard time accepting Jason’s burgeoning independence. It wasn’t out of hatred or malice, but a deep-seated fear his son would get hurt. Something that took over a decade for Dick to learn because, in the heat of the moment, it never came across like that. So, he listened and let his brother vent, but he didn’t realize it had gotten so bad near the end. Bruce loved Jason. It was obvious he loved Jason, but to someone who had abandonment issues, saying something like that would be devastating.

“Got benched,” if Jason noticed his discomfort, he ignored it and pressed on. “Figured it was only a matter of time before I got thrown out, so, after finding out about my mom, I decided to save him the trouble. Then I let that woman know I was Robin, and she decided I’d been a great bargaining chip.” He shook his head. “Now there are new faces I don’t recognize… And I don’t know if I’m willing to get dragged back into Batman’s war.”

His heart sank a little at his brother’s words. Dick had to remind himself that he knew it was a possibility. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. And even if you do, you can take a supporting role like Oracle does.”

His brother rolled his eyes. “You and I both know it’s impossible not to get dragged into it when you’re part of this family. And you know how I am. I don’t like feeling powerless when there’s something I might be able to do to help people. Now that I’m... I guess me again, it’ll only be a matter of time before I somehow get involved in something.” He paused. “Wait, who’s Oracle. Another new face?”

It took a moment for Dick to understand Jason’s confusion. Of course, he wouldn’t know Babs took on that role as that occurred after her death. “Nope. You actually know her.”

“Barbie?”

He had to chuckle at the surprise on Jason’s face as well as his use of his old nickname for Babs. “Yeah. She’s been doing fine and has been waiting for you to recover your memory so she can come see you. But if you want, I can hand you a comm, and you can talk to her now.”

There was a moment of consideration. “Not… not right now. There’s too much chaos to sift through, but I promise I will soon.”

Dick chuckled as Babs muttered in his ear that she’d hunt him down if he didn’t. “She’s holding you to that.” His smile fell. “What are you planning to do now?”

“I don’t know…”

“Well… I don’t recommend going back to your apartment.”

Jason snorted. “If you think I’m going to be put back in a cell again…”

“No! Of course not! I didn’t want that for you in the first place, but B’s going to insist you stay somewhere safe until we can catch Mask. He’s probably also going to want to do some tests due to the unauthorized consumption of Ra’s bathwater.”

“…You are never going to let me live that down.”

“Not in a million years.” Genuinely smiling, Dick stood and offered Jason his hand. “Come on.”

His brother’s expression turned distrustful. “So you can escort me back?”

“Is it so hard to believe I want to fly with my brother again? Now, where did you park that cycle?”

…

Alfred was waiting for them in the Cave. Until that point, he had begrudgingly agreed to keep his distance from Jason until he regained his memories. Bruce believed that since Jay had retained enough of his skills and deductive reasoning, there would be a good chance he’d make the connection between him and ‘Agent A’ and didn’t want to take that risk if Jason never recovered. It was the only reason Damian had been allowed to take Jason the tea trays. Now that it was clear Jason remembered, he wanted to be there to greet him.

“Master Jason, it’s good to see you.”

Jason gave him a shaky smile. “Hey, Alfie. Did you get your Tupperware?”

“I did. Thank you for cleaning it for me.” He moved forward so he stood in front of Jason and gently touched his shoulder. “Let me take a good look at you.” After taking in his appearance, he nodded approvingly. “You’ve turned into such a fine young man without us.”

Without saying anything, Jason hugged the older man. Alfred seemed surprised by the sudden display of emotion but returned the hug. Both of their eyes seemed a little wet, but Dick wasn’t going to call either of them out on it. He was going to pester his brother for a hug of his own later, when Jason was less conflicted.

His living situation was something they’d have to revisit later. Bruce was going to do everything in his power to try to keep him at the Manor, but Jason had lived on his own for years without overt influence from their family. He might not be able to tolerate being back under Bruce’s thumb, especially if he decided to go back into the field.

What name would Jason even take if he decided to go back? Did he have names picked out when he was still Robin? Wait, they didn’t even know how he felt about Tim, Steph, and Damian all using the name after his death. That might be something they need to unpack with him sooner than later. He’d died in the role and wouldn’t necessarily understand why there had been other Robins. Tim or Steph might have mentioned why in passing, but he needed to confirm it. No matter how much Jason did or didn’t know, there was no way he was going to let Bruce give that explanation, not after the debacle with the memorial plaque.

Speaking of which, he still needed to take that thing down. And yell at Bruce about it.

…

After a basic physical and a blood test, Alfred went to go get some refreshments while Dick waited in a nervous silence with his brother for the others. As much as he wanted to chat Jason’s ear off, it was probably too much too soon. All of them, well, probably all of them, had dealt with memory loss to some extent at one point or another. But unlike the others, Jason’s missing memories involved his death. How was anyone supposed to unpack that?

Wait, there was a way they could speak without words! After changing into civies, he jogged over to the training area, grabbed some equipment, headed back towards his brother, and offered them to him. When Jason gave him a baffled look, he just smiled and gestured towards the training mats. His brother didn’t move, somewhat unsure if Dick was serious.

So, to show he was, he threw a padded glove at his head. Chuckling at the offended expression on Jason’s face as he scrambled to his feet, Dick threw the rest of the gear at him before retreating to the training area to wait. Their fight began as Jason made it to the mat and threw a left haymaker.

He was rusty, and it didn’t help he seemed awkward in his own body. If Dick had to guess, there was probably a disconnect between how he remembered he should move as Robin and how he had to move from his injuries. Not only had he gained a surprising amount of height, but he was also still dealing with the aftermath of muscle atrophy which made his movements somewhat jerky. But that was okay. This was just supposed to be an outlet.

There was anger and desperation in his movements. And pain, so much pain and loneliness. As they continued, some of those negative emotions began to fade in intensity as Jason started enjoying himself.

By the time the others returned from staking out Black Mask’s hideouts and patrols, Dick and Jason had finished their match and were having Alfred patch them up. They mostly just had forming bruises, but both of them had gotten a couple good hits on the other. The butler at least pretended to be disappointed in their actions as Bruce headed over towards them.

Any word he was going to say died on his lips when he realized Dick wasn’t wearing his costume. After taking in the fresh injuries, he looked back and forth between his two sons with a raised eyebrow in what was his own version of bafflement.

“Why are you surprised?” Jason questioned as Alfred finished putting butterfly sutures on the cut above his eyebrow. Dick had caught him just a little too hard on that strike. “The two of us got into a fight the first time we met. It’s practically bonding at this point.”

Dick chuckled. While it wasn’t funny at the time, he had put Jason in a headlock when they first met. Why Alfred had decided to put Jason in Dick’s room instead of a guestroom while his was getting prepared would baffle him for the rest of his life. “That’s true, but you picked a fight with B too when you first met.”

“In my defense, I was jacking tires off the Batmobile and did not want to end up in Juvie or the foster care system.” Jay smirked. “What’s your excuse? I was sleeping when you pulled that bullshit.”

“Look, patrol was rough that night, and I wasn’t expecting to find anyone in my bed.”

“Maybe if you had actually told someone you were coming home that night…”

“What? And ruin the surprise when I showed up for breakfast?”

Giggles interrupted their banter. Glancing towards their audience standing behind Bruce, he noticed Steph obviously giving Tim a shit-eating grin, even if it was hidden under her mask. Oh, hadn’t she hit him with a brick on their first meeting? Now that he thought about it, Tim was the odd man out. He hadn’t tried attacking anyone in their family when he met them.

Using the momentary distraction, Damian moved to Jason’s side. “I take it your facilities are completely functional again.”

Instead of immediately responding, their brother opened and closed his hands a few times. “I think so, but do me a favor, even if I’m on death’s door, don’t ever give me that stuff again.”

“Understood. It had not been my intention to cause such distress.”

Jay hesitantly reached out and ruffled Damian’s hair. ��Don’t beat yourself up about it. I just need time to get used to and sort through everything. Too much happened at once.” While Damian did pull away, there was a slight smile on his face.

“Jason…?” Bruce had raised a hand as if he wanted to reach out but stopped halfway. Disbelief and a wary hope made their way into his voice.

“If I say ‘yes’, are you going to lock me away again?”

“No!” As he pulled off the cowl, Bruce finally moved close enough to Jason to touch him. Carefully, he cradled his face in his hands. “No. Jay, Lad… I… We just found you again. I couldn’t risk… Not again. I didn't... I didn't know how else to keep you here, to keep you safe.”

After gently moving Bruce’s hands, Jason slowly stood and hugged Bruce. There was a moment of stunned disbelief before Bruce returned it. "Don't think I'm happy with you. Cuffs, Bruce. What the fuck?" Jason told him as his voice softened. "But it's me. I'm really here, Bruce."

Deciding they probably didn’t need an audience, Dick started rounding up his siblings and herding them towards the changing rooms. While there was some grumbling, especially from Tim, Dick reminded them there would be plenty of time for proper introductions in the morning. For now, father and son needed some time to reconnect without an audience.

As he made sure none of them would attempt to sneak back over, the fact Jason was really home finally hit him. This wasn’t some specter or hallucination or a man with no memory of himself. It was really Jason. He wouldn’t have to watch his words or watch from afar. Now, he would be able to do all the things he never thought he’d ever have a chance to do with his first brother.

If Jason hadn’t been writing his old cases, if Damian hadn’t won that art contest, they never would have found him. As much as he tried not to use the word, it really felt like a miracle.

“What do you mean you still haven’t caught Black Mask?” Jason’s offended voice interrupted Dick’s thoughts. “Seriously Old Man, what have you been doing out there? Are you losing your touch?”

Sighing, Dick shook his head. Some things never change.

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Did I intend to write a parallel to “et tu, Brute” in this. No. Did I cackle when I realized it? Absolutely

We are ignoring the idea of Ric Grayson in this house

In Death in the Family, it’s explicitly stated Babs got shot 1 month before the events of the arc start. It’s usually depicted as happening after DitH in later renditions.

In RHatO (Rebirth run), it was shown Jason was staying in Dick’s room as his was getting prepared. And that’s how Dick found out about him – he went to go sleep in his bed, found an unknown kid, and put him in a headlock. While I do prefer the idea Dick and Jason had a decent relationship, it’s too funny for me not to reference.

Regarding the Lazarus water... the idea for the small amounts actually comes from an episode of Batman: Beyond. Now, I could be misremembering, but I'm mostly certain there was a holiday episode where it was suggested Talia had been giving Bruce small amounts of it for years with no apparent ill effects.

#don't forget to write #Writer AU #fanfiction #fanfic #Dc comics #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Dick Grayson #Nightwing

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channoticedmeuwu · 4 years ago

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hi update on myself lolol

pls rb and spread if you see this

soooo uh yeah im gonna be more ia theres a lot of shit happening at home

didnt think i’d bring myself to making this yet here we are

dm me on here if you need me. moots can ask for my discord.

details under the cut

[mentions of cancer, tragic incidents, stress, breakdowns, bad mental health, etc etc]

okay this is going to be an extremely frank and to-the-point announcement because i dont feel like writing a long one with formal wording. heres a list of everything thats happening :

my grandfather has an extreme type cancer (blood) and its taking a very big toll on the family

multiple tragic incidences happened at school and left a stain on the school’s atmosphere; you cant walk around here without that horrid silence lingering in the halls; you cant look anyone in the eye anymore

winter exams are approaching and we’re not given physical syllabi bc were somehow “adults” now that were the class of 2023 😐 therefore, our minds are scattered and vague as to what were even supposed to be studying

work went from 10 to a 100 real quick and were having hard time juggling it alone let alone other hobbies

Cambridge exams are approaching and studying for them is a very big deal for everyone

i barely have any free time these days, its school, after-school classes, knocked out nap as i finally get home and spaced out, stressed watching youtube after waking up, then staying up late to finish homework, waking up the next morning running on 2 hours of sleep and the cycle repeats

ive been socially cutting myself down from plans when it comes to friends despite the amount of offers i get to hang out bc i dont have anytime to myself to relax, yet always end up feeling left out and let that horrid feeling eat me up

been so silent and drained, people are asking where i went despite them seeing me everyday

ive signed up for a lot of community service, internships, and within school hour volunteer work and its enough to make me overwhelmed just thinking of it

being a prefect means i dont have any free time in school to myself because i’m always on duty

ive been busy to the point where i dont have time to think to myself and when someone asks if i’m okay, it comes lashing out in tears right on the spot, ive broke down in public twice already this week

my hair is falling out like CRAZY, i cant run my fingers through or even FIX them because i pull out about 4 strands everytime, yeah im fucking BALDING

writing and interaction on here feels like a job more than a hobby or an enjoyment, and that is NOT the reason i made myself a writing account, i wont let that ruin it for me and take as much as time i want off this blog

i hope after exams end and i take a well deserved long break, i can be back feeling better about myself and everything else. i hope i can interact properly with my friends and family after all this stress is over because i need it to function and i thrive on social interaction when i initiate it. ill be occasionally visiting this place for a check up, if you need anything, dm me on here, friends can ask for my discord. take care until i come back <3

#kai's grand rants #announcements #pls rb #important !!

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laurentspup · 3 years ago

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Hi! Just wanted to tell you how much I love your sugar baby Laurent fic! Can't wait to read new chapters! I open ao3 almost every day only to check if you have updated it. Love it! And love you ofc 💞💞💞

OMG!!!! Thank you thank you bestieeeee (can i call you bestie ive been calling everyone bestie nowadays im sorry lmao) you're so sweet i luv you toooooooo i hope you have the greatest days!!!!!

Thank you again oh goshhhhh I wish the next time you check there is a new chapter already T-T I swear I am trying everyday and I think... the ugly but polished draft for chapter 3 is done and hopefully I can update this weekend!!!!! I just.... had to change many things like chapter length and chapter numbers even (the story might be longer now wooooh) I just don't want to drag the story but as long as there are cute and smexy stuff right??? hahahah

and you didn't ask but here you go have a sneak peek because I wanna get this chapter out here already but my brain just keeps going brrrrrr T-T

Chapter 3

Damianos is shirtless. Laurent blinks then stares. Damianos knows what he’s doing, so he should know that Laurent will stare at that gorgeous body he’s been lusting for since he’d seen the thirst traps on Damianos’ instagram account.

And Damianos… his body… GOD, the pictures didn’t do him justice. He should stop wearing shirts, clothes in general. There is no reason for him to hide his sculpted torso and those killer biceps. It is a disservice to the whole world. Laurent suddenly doesn’t understand why clothes were invented. Why the fuck would anyone make Damianos hide this goddamn fucking glorious body?

Did he say he can wait? That suddenly doesn’t seem possible.

Damianos is shirtless, staring at him who is pantless. They both stare at one another’s unclothed parts. Laurent knows Damianos is gawking at his legs, even without looking. He’s basically seen Laurent naked already.

“My eyes are up here.” Damianos says in a teasing voice, recovering before him.

Look, it’s not Laurent’s fault that he didn’t recover quickly. Damianos’ body is sculpted by the gods themselves. Like, Laurent is hot in his own right, but Damianos, god—no. No, he’s really fucking better.

“Good for them, have they seen your body?” Laurent replies, still looking at his abs, his pecs, and Damianos, not shy at all, laughs. Oh, of course, he wouldn’t be shy about that. “Oh wait, they're too busy looking at my legs.”

“Should I tell you to take a picture too? I already took you home, right?”

“You recover fast.” Laurent finally –and this is with great difficulty– takes his eyes off Damianos’ body to look at his face. “I don't think any of your pants will fit.”

“Shorts?” Damianos asks, eyes returning to Laurent's legs.

“Just say you want to see them longer. My face is prettier, you know?”

Damianos laughs, entering the closet door while Laurent is still there, but it’s wide enough for them not to touch. Fucking tease.

#asks #sugar baby laurent au #yall are so sweet i will get this chapter done for you all i promise!!!

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rainworldslugcats · 5 years ago

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Hi ! Just wanted to ask , how do you put your own slugcat skin in game? I know it's works with fancy slugcat mod,,, but i don't know how to use it ;-; , can you teach me

i can try! although i only learned most of this very recently, so i’m not the most knowledgeable. i also use BepInEx as the modloader.

im going to start with the assumption that you already have fancy slugcats installed and working, after this you’re going to need the custom assets and custom tails mod. both can be found on RainDB.

keep in mind, each of these mods contains a read me with more information, so reference those if you don’t understand something in my explanation. everything is under a read more as this post is very long.

ive also attempted to be as detailed with this tutorial as possible.

and lastly, please read through the entire tutorial before starting work as it’s very likely you’ll end up having to redo things otherwise, mostly because of the way custom tails functions.

part 1: custom tails

we’ll start with adding a custom tail, the custom tails mod requires ConfigMachine, fancy Slugcats and Custom Assets. (publicity stunt is only required if you still use Partiality, not if you use BepInEx) download and apply these mods first. (the .dll files)

once you’ve downloaded custom tails you’ll find an “examples” folder in the .zip file, this contains the files you’ll edit to make your own custom tail.

each of the example tails is shown on the thumbnail for the custom tails mod, so you can get an idea of how they look in action.

sidenote: the devil tail png is completely white, and thus it can be hard or impossible to see on a default photo viewer, open it on something like paint tool sai and add a colored background. once you’ve selected which base you want to use, extract (or just copy and paste) that tail png along with its txt file somewhere you can work on it, desktop works just fine. now you can make whatever modifications you want to the tail, i’ll use my firecracker tail as an example.

note: if you leave parts of the sprite purely white, it will get colored in with whatever color you choose in the fancy slugcats menu, its essentially transparency.

once you’re happy with how it looks, it’s time to apply it. firstly, change the tails name into something recognizable, like FRtail.png

now take your txt file and name it the same thing you named your tail, and make sure to be exact or things might break.

then open said txt file and change the default tail name into your tails name.

once all that is done, you have to navigate into the atlases folder in your rain world install. to get there open up steam, find RW and right click it in the menu to bring up this text box

choose “properties” at the very bottom to open up this menu

select “local files” on the side, and when you see this screen press “browse” and it will open up the root folder of RW.

(i have quite a bit more stuff in my install folder due to mods, so don’t worry about not having all of it) from here you want to open the “Assets” folder near the top, from there you open Futile > Resources > Atlases.

now all you need to do is put both your tail png and txt files into Atlases like so:

note: capital letters matter, if you used capital letters in your name you have to use those same capital letters in every name, for example if you use frtail.txt and FRtail.png it wont work. it all has to be the same in every case.

once that’s done, go back to your RW root folder (the one where RainWorld.exe is located) and open the “ModConfigs” folder, from there go to Fancy slugcats > custom heads. it will be empty if you haven’t made any modifications yet.

once youre here, make a new txt file and name it the same name you’ve used for your tail.png and txt files. then open it and type the same name inside it, don’t forget to save.

now you should be ready to open up RW, remember to enable the required mods: fancy slugcats, custom assets, custom tails, config machine and publicity stunt (partiality only)

note: if your game opens up to a black screen and wont start, it usually means something is wrong with the txt files, either you forgot to add a name inside one of them, you forgot to save when you added the name, or you’ve misspelled the name. double check all the names for your png and txt files.

now then, let’s get to adding your tail to your slugcat

once the game is open, navigate to settings and open mod config, from there you should see custom tails in the menu. once here type your custom tails name into the “sprite” box, remember to be exact with the name.

if the name shows up red, you’ve made a mistake somewhere in the process, if it shows up as white, its been successfully added!

if you touch the sliders it will add a gradient to your tail and undo/cover up any sprite changes, so keep them as black. you can also change your tails size in the fancy slugcats menu as usual.

now you have a snazzy tail to show off to the world! “.......but wait” i might hear you say “my tail isn’t the same color as the image i made!”

that’s because whatever color you apply to your slugcat in the fancy slugcats menu gets applied on top of the image you made. meaning if your slugcat is a rather more dark color, it will make your tail darker as well. meaning not only will bright aspects of it not be bright anymore, the base of your tail will be darker than your base slugcat color, thus it wont match. this is a problem i ran into as my slugcat is purple with bright accents.

the transparency i mentioned earlier helps with this “if you leave parts of the sprite purely white, it will get colored in with whatever color you choose in the fancy slugcats menu, its essentially transparency.“

you can use this transparency to make the base of your tail match the rest of your slugcats body, now all the white will be filled in with whatever color you’ve chosen in the menu, however it still wont fix all other parts of it having the base color applied to them.

now if your base slugcat color is white, you don’t have to worry about any of this at all! the tail will stay how you made it!

if your slugcat will be lightly colored but not completely white, or your dark slugcat will have dark markings, this is all stuff you can reasonably account for while making the markings themselves (once you’ve made the txt and png files and put them in the right places, you can edit the png in the atlases folder directly) but if you want to do something more close to my slugcat, we’re going to have to do it by changing the color of slugcat using sprites.

part 2: sprite edits

so, to get around this problem and to get the freedom to edit the sprites however we like we’re going to be editing each sprite separately. this way you can virtually add anything you like to your slugcat, antlers, spikes, fur. although this might require you to change the position of the sprites to get them to line up properly in-game.

i’ll only touch on recoloring sprites as i haven’t edited the shape of any of them yet, i’ll update this tutorial with extra info once i’ve tried it out myself.

some of slugcats sprites have multiple versions that will get bundled in order to make the animations you see in game (head, arms, legs)

others are static sprites and only have one version (tail, body, hips)

firstly, you’ll need to find the sprites you’re going to edit, all of these sprites are included in the custom assets zip file you downloaded from RainDB.

you’ll find slugcats sprites in Unpacked Atlases > RainWorld, extract this folder to make looking for the correct sprites easier.

note: all of the sprites are white by default, this makes them incredibly difficult to see in a folder without opening them in some external program, thus i’ve changed my windows settings to make the folder background dark (this can be found in Personalization)

this folder includes the sprites of most of the creatures in RW, so picking out slugcats sprites can be a tad... difficult. thus i'll name every single sprite you’ll need to hopefully make it easier. BodyA, HipsA, PlayerArm0 to 12, FaceA0 to 8, FaceB0 to 8, FaceDead, FaceStunned, HeadA0 to 17

aaand all the leg sprites are in a png because they have so many names

most of them can be found bunched up together in the RW folder, a tail texture isn’t included as that will still be handled through custom tails as detailed above.

now i suggest you make some way to store all of slugcats sprites neatly, as it will save you a lot of hassle in the long run. i separated all body part sprites into folders.

now you’re free to make any edits you like to the sprites. however, i’ll go about this tutorial with the expectation the only edits are color edits, not shape edits, as again i don’t have experience with those.

once your sprites are all colored and neatly organized its time to compile them, each body part gets compiled into their own bunch (arms in one, legs in another) for this you’ll need a program called texture packer, i can’t provide a direct link because my post might get thrown into the void by tumblr, there is however a direct link in the custom assets read me.

once you’ve downloaded texture packer, heres an easy to follow short video tutorial made by AndrewFM on how to use it.

once your sprites are bundled you’ll go through the same process as with adding your custom tail. i’ll use arm sprites as an example.

you’ll get a png file with all of your edited sprites in them, as well as a .json file that contains placement information, turn that json file into a txt by renaming it (yourarmname).txt

now open the txt file and rename every single part to whatever name you decided to give your arm sprites, but keep the numbers at the end of the sprite names, they are important.

note: do not rename the individual sprite png’s before they are packed

now that your txt and png files are ready, drop them into the same Atlases folder in your RW install as you did with your custom tail, and similarly add another new txt file into ModConfig > FancySlugcats > CustomHeads and rename it to the same name you named your sprite, and add that exact same name inside the txt file itself.

if the game yet again refuses to start, remember to double check the names in the txt files.

now we’re ready to apply the sprites in-game, open up RW and head to setting > mod config,

depending on which sprites you’ve edited, you’ll need to enter the sprite name into the specific field it belongs to, for me i’ll add the name to the arms section. you’ll get more details about what goes where when you hover over the text field.

for some of them, you’ll need to include A at the end of your sprite name, but only in the mod config menu

this shows where they are needed.

now you need to repeat this process for each bundle of slugcats body parts and apply them. note: body and hips despite both being part of slugcats main body gets applied separately, and even though they only have one sprite each you still need to pack them with texture packer and go through the same process as for the others.

this all might seem tiresome, and in certain ways it definitely is, but once you’ve gotten the hang of the packing, adding to folders and applying the process gets a lot faster.

once all of your sprites are applied, legs, hips, body, head, arms, tail. you want to make sure in fancy slugcats settings to make your slugcats color pure white so it wont affect your custom sprite coloration in any way. however you can apply color to slugcats face through the menu as usual.

there is a known issue where slugcats fists when climbing poles don’t get colored, this issue currently can’t be fixed easily.

the end result? quite a fancy slugcat indeed!

if i made any mistakes, or there’s extra info i should add, then message me and i’ll edit the post accordingly!

if there’s anything you can’t figure out no matter what you try, join the RW discord and ask people in the modding support channel, thats where i got most of my information from!

hopefully this is helpful to some of you! i spent quite a while making this tutorial so reblogs would be very much appreciated!

#Anonymous #rain world #rainworld #rainworldask #video game #modding #helpful #customization #mod #tutorial

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 5 years ago

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Like her - Bucky Barnes [IV]

Hey guys! Part four and honestly, it’s gonna get a bit messy.. next chapter is going to be a key-point. Again, if you want to be tagged or drop by and give me an idea about this series, please do let me know! Word Count~2k. MASTERLIST Part I | Part II | Part III

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be. But she had no excuse to continue down that path – she was looking at the break of dawn. Sleep had been avoiding her but it wasn’t sleep’s fault – she was too tired for that. She had been waiting for the day her heart would be free and light as a feather - she was fooling herself. She was doing that thing again, where she started pushing people away. Where she was showing them a glimpse into who she was and why she was the way she was. She was scared they would turn their backs on her. She was scared that when she would need them the most they wouldn’t be there. She was falling so hard and so fast and she knew how it was going to end, she was going to hit the pavement because everyone who had ever promised to catch her, had left. So, she did the only thing she knew how to and that happened to be how to push people away. She became distant, didn’t answer as much as she used to, she hoped he would get the message and leave, so she wouldn’t have to worry about hurting him. She felt so broken and was slowly trying to pick up the pieces. She was actually more worried about dragging them down with her than the other way around. She was no hero – they had their share in that department. She closed her eyes just for a few seconds and exhaled a long overdue breath. Another day, another try. She had been roaming the house like a ghost. She knew that they were awake – or taking turns, to keep an eye and an ear on her, but she couldn’t care less. The strong smell of the coffee filled her lungs and she welcomed the familiarity of the simplicity. Diving into the cup of freshly pressed and brewed coffee, she almost forgot the situation she had put herself into. “You didn’t sleep all night” a hoarse voice remarked. She smiled inside the cup and without turning to check who it was, she answered. “Neither did you”. He was impressed by her confident after the last time they had talked. He had pushed her and he acknowledged that – but she erupted like a volcano. She moved slightly to the left, so he could make his cup of coffee, but didn’t left the spot – it had a wonderful view of the sea and the horizon. Her eyes never left the image outside, but his traveled along her face, studying her through brief glances. Once he realized what he was doing, he focused immensely on the coffee, trying to ignore her soft vanilla scent. “Why is every tree covered with… mattresses?” she asked perplexed. For a second there, he was lost in the way words flowed, without actually listening to her. He cleared his throat, obnoxiously loud and took a sip of his coffee before replying. “Sam was practicing with the shield” he informed her casually. Her eyebrows shot to the heavens and a smile made its way to her lips. “It’s not a Frisbee. Poor trees” she commented with ease. She was sarcastic but in a way that made him want to come up with more lines, just to listen to her comebacks. No, no, no. No. The silence, this time was not as awkward as it was before. Granted, it had only been a day, but she didn’t do what she usually did in a day. He didn’t trust her still, not fully. And she didn’t trust them, not fully. They had to go slow, to get to know one another, to be able to trust that when they found Zemo, no one was betraying the other. “Could I possibly have my phone back?” she asked after a while. He simply replied with a nope. She inhaled sharply and tried again. “I have to check my emails, James. And my computer is not connecting to any wi-fi here, so… could I possibly have my phone back?” she restated her question, leaving him little to no room for a negative answer. He put his mug down, and turned to her with his eyebrow arched. “I’ll supervise” he stated. He wouldn’t badge about it and she knew. It was the best offer she was going to get. She locked her eyes with his. Such a clear gray-ish blue, she could see her reflection. “Fine” she accepted and he got the phone out of his damn pocket, leaving her with an open mouth in disbelief. To think that she could have kicked him and get it herself. He handed to her and went right next to her, eyes on the screen at all times. She opened her data and her phone was catching up on all of the notifications she had missed. A single cough was enough for her to dismiss them all. At last, she opened up her email app to check if she had received any kind of update to her application, secretly wishing not to. When she saw the single email, she had been craving her entire life, which was basically an acceptance letter from her favorite University to perform her research, she felt as if the universe was playing her on purpose. Bucky re ad the email and was more than shocked that she was such a highly valued academic researcher. And then he looked at her, crushed. He thought she would be thrilled about that – but all he saw was sadness and disappointment. She closed the data, dismissed the applications and handed it back to him, without even looking at him. Grabbing her cup, she refilled it, in silence and went to sit on the couch. He was about to say something when it hit him. It was everything she wanted and she had actually achieved it – only for it to be taken away by the situation. She was having her dreams crushed once again and he couldn’t do anything. Maybe, he could say something nice. Maybe he didn’t have to be brooding all the time. He walked up to her, waiting for her to acknowledge him, not wanting to invade her privacy. But she didn’t and he was curious. He sat down next to her; her whole body was facing the other way. She was making it even more difficult than it already was. “Soon, you won’t even remember this and you will be conduction your research” he tried to smooth things over but when she turned to face him, his entire face fell. He wasn’t used to that much honesty. Tears were on the verge of spilling and she looked dead. “No. I never was lucky, that’s why I was strategic. But this time… I am the target of a cruel joke. It’s fine. Everything is fine” she concluded, closing her eyes for several seconds, to recollect herself. She would just not think about it. He had nothing to say to that; he felt bad for her, for the first time since he had been introduced to her, he truly felt bad. Maybe it was seconds, maybe it was minutes or hours, until Sam joined them. Silence was her go-to place; however, her mind hadn’t shut up about anything. A million scenarios had already been processed by her intuition and her logic. Why did Zemo want her? Why was he sending her Bucky’s personal stuff from before? Why hadn’t he delivered? Who was she? Before Sam could open his mouth, she had already planned their next few moves. She had to be organized and plan everything out; even when things didn’t go as planned, she had already explored that possibility and that was why she never ran out of plans. “I’ll call him. Make him believe that I will deliver you to him. Set up a meeting. We’ll stage everything. Even if he doesn’t believe me, we’ll sent proof. He’ll bite. After all, he is still looking for revenge. And what better way to start your evil plot, than taking down two of the people who put you in a cell?” she mapped out their strategic positions. She had a very scary mind, they thought. It felt that it came to her as easy as breathing. But then again, who were they to judge? “Good morning to you too” Sam mocked her but in reality, he was pretty convinced by her plan. She didn’t even listen to him and neither did Bucky. They had been having this little dance of letting go and pulling back. Their limits were testing each other. Could he trust her not to actually deliver them to him? He would never admit it but he was afraid of what it might happen if those god-damn words were spoken again. In theory, he was no longer affected by them – but what if? As if she had read his thoughts, she slowly nodded, leaving Sam even more confused. “We’ll use that too. Lead him on, just to get him where we want” she assured him but he still was reluctant. How was it possible that she had already planned that too? “What if they work?” he voiced his fear out loud for the first time in a very long time and Sam quickly caught on, but didn’t interfere. He wanted to see the dynamics between them. “I won’t let him” she said with a fierce tone he hadn’t heard before. It was a combination of Steve’s certainty during a pep talk and the aggressiveness of Tony when he thought he was right. Maybe, he could trust her. Sam saw through his inhibitions and understood that he wanted to trust her more than he had let on. With a smirk on his face, he tapped on Bucky’s shoulder to make his presence known again, because it felt as if they had no idea, he was standing there all this time. “Okay, we’re going with that plan” he admitted and reassured both of them. He was not entirely sure about her intentions as well, but the look she was giving to Bucky told him a lot more than what he needed to know. She looked at him like she didn’t expect him to trust her that much and she felt grateful because for once in her life she was being taken into account before being sent out like a monster. “I will get us an untraceable number and we can begin. It might take some time though” he continued. Well, that was better than nothing, she thought. As he was walking away, he did mention something that could potentially turn out worse than she would have expected. “Three things. I am out for my run. We are going shopping later on. Until we get to Zemo, you train” he counted before she could protest about a single thing, he was already out of the house. She left Bucky on the couch as she walked upstairs, not bothering to look twice. He had no words to describe how shitty his day was and it hadn’t even ended yet.

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lockdownuk · 5 years ago

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Lockdown Diary Part 8

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online.

Day 211: I stayed up till 5am last night. The last thing I watched was Ronny Chieng, a Malaysian comic in the states. It was a Netflix comedy special and bloody funny. Other than that, a quiet night, nowhere near as fucked as Friday night. As I type, I am about to finish off spicy af sausage cassserole for tea and watch a film - all quite sedate. I’ve work tomorrow, after all!

Day 212: Every time I try and watch something on Amazon Prime, it errors or doesn’t load so I have to uninstall and reinstall, which is a pain the fucking arse. Glad I don’t pay for it. I watched half of the Tom Hanks film last night, A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood, based on a real life children’s TV actor. It’s good but weird. I’ll finish it tonight. Jo Broom called and told me (well, reminded me of, actually) some good info, especially about insulin lasting 4 hours and the liver producing sugar for when you wake up). Day 213: I didn’t watch the rest of that Tom Hanks film last night, doing so right now. I got a call @5.30pm from Tall Tom asking to pop round which he did (social-distancing at the front door). He dropped of a canvas print he’d ordered of on eof my pictures from FB. Fucking gobsmacked! That’s how much he likes them. I am still in shock. What a brilliant thing to do! Day 214: Finished A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood last night, I enjoyed it. Today has been standard. Half way through the third week back from furlough and, while I am still very glad to be working, I now also relish pasrt of being paid 80% for fuck all! My walks have been tentative today, I have done something to my right ankle, it feels sore but OK when walking at pace. My phone and Google Fit are playing up - I am suddenly walking 8km/h! Day 215: Phoned Dad - Rita sent an email a couple of days ago telling of a lump in his ear which he had removed and they are going to check for cancer. When I spoke with him it was usual dad - nothing to worry about. He spoke very highly of the staff at Stamford Hospital where he had it done. They took skin from his nesxk to put on his ear lobe where they performed the op. I had pie and veg tonight. It’s a real change and I am stuffed as I type this. SB pee-ed me off at work big time late this afternoon. Diary updated! Day 216: Dan’s in court today for his drink driving escapade. I think he’s pleading not guilty - I’m not sure, neither has he been each time I have talked to him about it. It was scheduled at 4pm and he’s meant to let me know how it went. As I type, it’s just gone 9pm. Fuck knows what’s happening. I guess he’ll let me know in his own time. Meanwhile, work was OK, nothing hectic, I am on my first Friday beer, just about to eat meatballs and pasta and watch Taxi, a film written by Luc Besson. End of my 3rd week back and it’s a bit like I wasn’t furloughed for 6 months!

Day 217: I switched off that Taxi film after 30 minutes. It was bollocks. Dan got a 20 month ban (reduced to 15, if he does a course, which he says he will) and £1100 fine. At least it’s over and done with now. I got up at gone 2pm today. I have to cut this late sleeping habit out at the weekends. That being said, it’s 8.40pm, just about to dive in the shower, eat and then get on it. Clocks go back later so I’ve an extra hour to play with!

Day 218: Still managed to stay up stupidly late last night, up at before 1pm (but in real terms, that’s just before 2pm!) Had a video chat with Fog - I was meant to go up to his yesterday to listen to the footy but, ‘cos I was up so late, I didn’t. Anyway, during our chat, we’ve decidied to go to Honolulu when it’s safe, specifically to go to McDs. It was a bizarre conversation - I can’t actually remember the details!

Day 219: The lady (I think it’s a lady) from the Oundle Chronicle emailed to say she didn’t think William (the student) has contacted me (he has but is fucking useless), so she’s found some questions for me to answer and wants me to pick my favourite 4 (hi-res) photos. I’ve written a couple of paragraphs that answer her questions and I was to pick photos that have had the most likes on FB - finding that info out, without trawling back over my posts, is easier said than done! Got the car tyres sorted today - an advisory from the MOT that Julian did last week.. I do like Oundle Tyre and Exhaust centre. Work was fine. Marke had to deal with Eileen Baxter and chatted to me about it. I had it all the week before last. She’s delightful but the least IT savvy person I have ever known in a workplace whereby a computer is integral to the role!

Day 220: I’ve been doing press-ups and toe tocuhes after each exercise for a little while now. 7 press-ups, doesn’t sound much but when I did it before and rapidly increased the numbers (up to 22), it played havoc with my shoulder which I thought was becoming frozen. So, I will icrease the amount slowly. I can just about touch my toes now. When I started, I barely got past my fucking knees! Work was standard today and I had an interesting chat with a recruiter about a job at Jagex, a computer game firm responsible for Runescape which is, apparently, a big deal. Posh playing tonight. At one point, when leading at home to Burton we were top. Now it’s 2-2 with minutes to go and we’re third with fucking Lincoln top. Day 221: I sent an email to Shirley from HR (re) asking about the salary discrepancy between mine and Mark’s. She’s going to talk to me tomorrow about it. I had a lomng chat with Barrzy tonight, always good to catch up and reminisce. I’ve just had two sausage rolls (on the cheap shelf from Co-Op, Dauphinoise dotatoes (ditto), mixed green veg and onion gravy for tea and I am fucking stuffed.

Day 222: Typing at gone 4pm on day 223! Had a meet with Shirley. No dice on the pay until it can be reviewed next year. All pay reviews are on hold. She explained that the salary offer was based on available budget rather than a pay grade or bench mark. Day 223: Typing this very late on day 224. Usual Friday. Work, beers, bed at 5am. went up Fog’s for a couple and watched Train to Busan. Day 224: I swore blind, when I woke and got up (2.24pm) I would have a day off from exercise. Stair climb and 10km walk done! Leigh from Oundle Chronicle messaged chasing my answers for the article. Last night, someone posted such great pics on the Oundle Chatter group that it makes me think twice about posting my photos. I tell everyone I just point and snap with my phone camera and, while it is the phone camera, I do so much pissing about with Google photos I feel like a con, it doesn’t sit well with me. Made lasagne for tea. Fucking lush - lardons, scothc bonnet and an Oxo cube really helped, I think. It’s 11:44pm as I type, 15 mins and I’ll deliver K’s birthday card. Not sure what I am hoping to come out of that, really. Just can’t let go! Day 225: Stupidly late one again last night. Up at 2pm. I’ve responded to Leigh at the Oundle Chronicle - why I make it so hard, I do not know, I really overthink some things. Eye appointment tomorrow, 9.50am, which Sam, Mr. Minos’s secretary offered me when she called on friday. Sueanne was very cool about it when I checked it was OK. So, now I am fretful of what will happen! More lasering, I reckon.

Day 226: Eye clinic was not great. I need lasering in my right eye, so that will be both eyes. Mr. Hussain, the consultant that ive seen loads including today, explained that the field of vision is affected that it can mean I am not allowed to drive. In one eye it doesn’t matter, in both the DVLA will order a test and, if the field isn’t wide enough, means I won’t get a license to drive. Shit! K WhatsApp to thank me for the card plus some ‘chat’ which ended uninvitingly (i.e., end of conversation!). I just replied that I was glad she liked it (the card),

Something is up with my left thumb, it’s sore by the nail, as if it’s ingrowing, but it isn’t. Fuck knows what it is and it’s really bothering me, very painful. Pretty shit day, all in all. Day 227: Called the surgery about my thumb and Dr. leijsen called me back, asked some questions about the photo (I had to take a pic and send it in), including whether there’s any pus, and then said she’ll prescribed anti-biotics. Later today, it started to leak pus, and feel better! But, it’s still not right so I’‘l take the course. Looks like I have got an interview for the IT support job at Jagex, got a call from the recruiter today, just need confirmation. Spoke with Shirley from HR about the fact I might not be able to drive in the future. She was pretty cool about it in a kind of cross-that-bridge way and suggested I run it past Sueanne.

Day 228: Spoke with Sueanne about my impending eye lasering which is on Friday ay 3.30pm, the hospital called to let me know, she was very cool about it and even suggested I take Monday off! More importantly, she spoke of the non-driving as no factor to worry about job wise, especially as we are all WfH nowadays. I have an interview at Jagex, well, Zoom, but it is on Friday, 1pm.

Day 229: Told Mark at work about the lasering adn potential non-driving. I think it shocked him a little. I am worried about tomorrow, big time, although it’s just lasering - I’ve had it done before. I cannot wait for this time tomorrow (9.40pm). I have been trying to concentrate on preparing for the interview but it’s all too easy to get distracted. Day 230: Interview went OK. Eye appointment was horrible but bearable. The doc wants me to book in for more laser but, only so it can be reviewed and ‘topped up’ if need be. Better than a going for a check up and having to book another laser appointment thereafter. It’s near enough 9.00pm and I am going to enjoy a bear or two.

Day 231: No after affects to speak of from the eye appointment but I know lasering has occurred. It’s like I haven’t got the full set of cells recieve information from yje pupil. It’s intangible but still perceptible. Great walk today, took some cracking photos - very pleasing. More booze and draw tonight and, hopefully, up tomorrow before the 2.20pm wake up time of today. Posh beat Oxford away (1-2) in the FA Cup 1st round.

Day 232: 2pm by the time I got out of bed. I’ve got to curb this habit. Missed calls from Dad but answered one from Rita just before going for a walk when I promised to phone tomorrow. Day 233: I think SB wa surprised was at work today. I ordered two rugs (from irugs.co.uk). They are 8x5″ and were 75% off, £58 ea. One for under the table (desk) and I put one in the spare room. Hopefully keep the house a tad warmer. Getting into Barry on Sky Comedy. Barry’s a hit man. It’s darkly intriguing. I took a couple of pics of a solitary poppy today, icuding a couple of macros. They turned out OK so will post one on Wednesday (11/11). Talking of photos, two people (one is Alison Brighty) asked for a jpeg of one of the photos I posted on Saturday so they can get it printed.

Day 234: Spoke with dad today, let him know the situation with my eyes which, I think worries him, so I hate to do it but, also, he needs to know, just in case.

Day 235: The poppy pic I posted was very well received, over 160 likes on the Oundle chatter page and Jo Langford wants the original (why she can’t take it of FB?) to print off, which is nice. I am working on Saturday - gotta attend a meeting at 8am. FFS! SB also agreed for me to back on call, cool!

Day 236: Average sort of day. I really wish I wasn’t working on Saturday! OH, Dan messaged...first I’ve heard from him for over two weeks...he’s got two days of so he can watch all the US Masters which started today, and was good watching. So, not that average a day afterall, now that I think back on it. Day 237: Woke up at 9.14am today, yikes! Messaged with Dan a lot as he is home watching the US Masters...told him abbout my eye issues and the fact there’s a chance of losing my driving license. Also, in a silly facebook post and comments, about me not being able to drink tonight ‘cos of work tomorrow, Scottish Ricky asked if I was OK. I replied, not really, meaning that I’m pissed off I can’t get pissed. He messaged to say if I ever need to chat. Fucking great bloke. I rang him to let him know I was not being serious on FB and we chatted for 30 mins or so. Top man. still, it does remian that I am missing a beer this Friday - roll on tomorrow night!

Day 238: Work thsi morning was OK, finished at midday. Watchung golf, having abeer or two right now (just gone 8pm). Posh lost away to Crewe 0-2. Day 239: Up at 2pm after a good few drinks last night (and some silly video posting on FB of me trying shit lager - Corrs Light - with hot sauce). Just settling down to watch Dustin Johnson win the Masters - he’s -20 with 2 to play, no one near him.

Day 240: I ordered some slippers from Amazon that arrived today. They were also returned today. I’m destined to never find a decent, non-expensive pair.

DJ did win the golf.

I watched Jojo Rabbit this evening. A first class film.

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Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your life.

Long story. TL;DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her agression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there werent dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldnt make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made alot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled alot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

There was a few things my mother didn't know. One, I knew for a fact that current well paying job she had was gotten on lies as she never got her college degree and lied about it on her resume. Two, I had access to all of her email accounts and cloud storage accounts since I was the one that set them up when I was younger and she never changes her passwords. Lastly, she DEFINITELY wasn't aware that from 13yrs old and onto the last time she hit me I took photos of ALL my bruises/marks/wounds/bloody noses saving them to my computer and then google drive. ON TOP OF THAT, my little sister had been sending me photos via social media of the bruises she got from my mom.

The first thing I did was compile ALL of those photos/videos into one folder. I then reached out to CPS in my city and explained that my siblings were being abused, how I was abused in the past, and that I had mountains of proof. Since ive called the cops on my mother before AND the thing that happened with my older sister, there was immediately a home visit. They arrived almost a day later with the police and coincidentally my mother was literally in the process of beating my younger sister when they were knocking. Cue an Emergency removal of all my siblings from the house and my mother getting arrested though she was released hours later. (I was getting a day to day play by play because my mothers best friend is a blabber mouth and everything my mother said she told her son who relayed it to me without either of their knowledge.) I sent CPS all the evidence and there's a legit case against my mother now. The next day I emailed and then called up her job to inform them that she had lied about having a very necessary college degree as well current events in her life which sparked a background check. She was fired days later. Say adios to 75k and a blacklist in the only industry you know how to work. I then spitefully deleted every cloud account and email address I ever made for her, which was all of them which im sure will make keeping up with alot bills and etc nearly impossible. I then anonymously reported her to the IRS because of the tax fraud she committed for years by claiming people's children that weren't hers with ALOT of detailed information since I lived with her while she did it.

So now, my mother lost all her kids and her job. Im meeting with a caseworker from CPS next week to talk more about what happens moving forward but I do know they're NOT going back. Idk how she's gonna pay her mortgage now and survive. I'm sure she's gonna get a call from the IRS who'll be looking for a few thousand dollars she owes them. She also has to go back to court in a few months, not exactly sure what she was charged with but ill update when I find out how everything turns out.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her lipton.

TL;DR - My mother abuses me badly for most of my life as well as my younger siblings. I have to drop out of college and support myself after she drove me to homelessness. She proceeds to laugh at me about me being homeless and denys abuse. So I ruined her life by getting my younger siblings removed and her arrested, making her lose her job, reported her to the IRS, and essentially set her up so that the remainder of her life is full of disaster and hardships.

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Slow Burn (Part V)

(Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Masterlist)

A/N: Sorry this took so long! But it’s finally here and I hope you guys enjoy! As always, feedback of any kind is INCREDIBLY appreciated. Furthermore, I’m always accepting blurbs/requests. I’ve also been horrible about starting a tag list, so if you’d like to be added, please let me know!

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I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips It's all that I've been thinking about

Instinctively, Shawn’s hand moves to graze the small of her back, brushing over the warm skin peeking out at the top of her jeans. The same skin he’d been pressed to only hours before, when his lips had brushed the back of her shoulder, just above the healing scar tissue of the tattoo he’d helped place there. But they’ve left the safety and possibility that Kraków had bestowed upon them and now? Now reality was shoving them apart again. A stark reminder that what felt so natural, so inevitable, wasn’t nearly as easy as it seemed between hotel sheets.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s squaring his shoulders, ready to step in front of Alex to protect her from the man walking towards them at a clip. However, hearing Alex’s voice acknowledging this stranger, calling him Ethan, causes his stomach to sink as low as it’s ever been. This guy isn’t a stranger at all, in fact, he arguably knows Alex better than Shawn does. Maybe better than anyone. That thought alone brings a tightness to his chest that he can’t ignore. Reluctantly, he takes a step backward, his hand leaving her body as she’s engulfed in the arms of someone else.

On first glance, Ethan is every part the tragic fuckboy that Alex had unwittingly described. Every aspect of him seems a little forced, as though he’s perpetually trying too hard. From the comb over fade to the meticulously groomed beard, or the fact that he’s dressed like an urban lumberjack complete with timberlands and jeans that were carefully ripped up and distressed before they ever left the store, everything about him screams Small Dick Energy. Shawn knows that maybe that’s just the jealousy speaking as it sears through him, but the way Ethan unabashedly grabs a handful of Alex’s ass despite being surrounded by a group of her figurative colleagues? The way he only chuckles when she uncomfortably swats his hand away? It makes Shawn clench his fist without hesitation.

“Hey Sweetness.” Even his voice has a smarmy quality to it, a frat-boy cockiness that someone several years removed from college should be embarrassed to exemplify. He can see Alex flinch at the endearment, her tension only becoming more pronounced as Ethan wraps one arm around her waist, tugging her into him a tad too roughly. Her hands brace against the front of his shirt, making it all too obvious that she isn’t ready to welcome him with open arms. Evidently, it goes unnoticed by Ethan, as he only tightens his grip around her, face nuzzling into the crook of her neck and placing a lingering kiss under her ear. Shawn knows he should walk away. At the very least, he needs to stop fucking staring. Yet, somehow, he’s frozen in place. There’s a look of possession in Ethan’s eyes as they sweep over Alex, not the adoration that Shawn can never manage to hide. “I wanted to see you.”

He can only see the back of Alex’s head as she tries to inch backwards out of Ethan’s grasp. “You know I’m only here for one night, right? We leave for Glasgow tomorrow morning…” Her voice stammers a bit, and once more, even though she’s having this exchange with her long-term boyfriend, it takes everything in Shawn’s power not to tell the guy to take a hike. At some point over those growingly fervent weeks, he’d become fluent in Alex’s body language. As much as he doesn’t want her to experience even a second of discomfort, it eases the pressure in his chest to see that she isn’t thrilled with this reunion.

Ethan doesn’t appear the least bit surprised nor phased by her uneasiness, his hands at her waist clearly not letting her back away much further. “Not a problem. Remember the summer program I did out here? I still have buddies in the city. I’m going to hang with them for a few days. But you’re sure you can’t spend a couple extra nights?” Not wanting to make it anymore obvious that he’s listening to their conversation, Shawn absent mindedly scrolls through his phone, but his attention never wavers from eavesdropping.

“No, Ethan,” Alex’s voice is hushed as she shrugs herself out of his hands, pushing him a few feet further from the rest of the group. There’s a red flush starting to creep over her cheeks and Shawn recognizes it instantly as embarrassment. It’s not the rosy glow her skin turns when she’s laughing at one of his jokes or wrestling him over the last Heineken. Nor is it the crimson she turned when Brian and Connor teased her about leaving his room that morning in Shawn’s shirt, a “wouldn’t you like to know” grin plastered on her face despite the heat spreading across her features. “I’m working, you know that. I can’t change my schedule. That’s why I told you not to come out this time.” Her final statement is a bit sharper, her eyes narrowing as she rubs at the crease in her forehead.

“Work, huh? That’s not what it’s looked like on your snapchat.” Ethan flashes her a surprisingly stern look, suddenly dropping the happy go lucky routine before picking it right back up the second his attention turns over Alex’s shoulder to Shawn. “Seen you on there a few times bro, thanks for watching out for my girl.” Ethan brushes past Alex to clasp Shawn on the arm. The way his hand connects, with muted aggression, tells Shawn everything he needs to know about the unspoken words Ethan intends to express. “My baby sister loves you by the way, I think she got tickets to your show for her fifteenth birthday this year.” A low blow. It takes all of his will power to not shoot a retort about the way his music makes Alex’s hips roll, the way she smiles with hooded eyes as she sings his words back to him from the side of the stage. This image of her wandering through his head calms him immediately. It couldn’t matter less what this guy thought of him, it mattered what Alex thought of him. Having woken up with her hand wrapped around his that very morning? He’s done questioning whether she returns his feelings. The only question that remains is what she’s going to do about it.

Shawn snaps out of his thoughts, finally addressing Ethan head on. Giving a slight nod, he barely masks the chill in his voice. “Yeah, nice to meet you. Enjoy Vienna, man.” He only allows his eyes to lock on Alex’s for a moment as he steps around them on his way to the elevator, just long enough to see the loaded apology being sent his way. He doesn’t slow his pace until he makes it to his hotel room, alone this time, knowing full well he won’t be waking up there intertwined with her. He refuses to let his thoughts drift to the fact that there will be someone else waking up with her the next morning, but the thought doesn’t leave the recesses of his mind the rest of the day.

Shortly after the Meet & Greet has wrapped up that his phone vibrates with the first sign of her. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was going to pull this. It’s unprofessional and I feel like an idiot. I have to go with him to meet up with his friends tonight, so I’m going to miss the show. But I really want to see you guys afterwards? Text me when you head out after the show? He rereads her text a few times, stomach sinking for the second time that day as he realizes this is the first show she won’t be at. If there was any other reason behind it, he’d be unbothered. He couldn’t imagine anyone truly wanting to watch him sing the same songs night after night the way that she did, but the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to pick her out in the crowd because she was playing dutiful girlfriend for another guy? It ripped him apart in a way he never would have expected. He takes his time to send her a response, trying to be as measured as possible. Not your fault, don’t be sorry. I think I’m going to head back to the hotel after the show but I’ll let you know if I end up going out.

He’s resolute until Alessia’s set has reached her final song that he oh so stupidly decides to check Instagram. There haven’t been any updates from Alex since the boomerang she posted of chocolate fondue in Zürich, a hand with a telltale elephant tattoo trying to snatch her fork away. In a masochistic move, he decides to check Ethan’s account. Sure enough, there’s a photo of he and Alex, his arms wrapped around her with a defensive tightness. She’s subtly leaning away from him, the smile on her face as fake as Shawn’s ever seen. It’s a frozen, tight lipped Posh Beckham-esque non-smile that he’s never even seen on her before. Nothing like the wide, toothy grins he’d become accustomed to, the ones that reached all the way up to create crinkles in the skin beside her eyes. It’s precisely in that moment he decides he most definitely will find her that night, even if it’s a bad idea, even if he might have to watch Ethan’s grimy hands roam her body in person. The fact is they crossed a line in Kraków, into this new territory beyond denying the inevitable. So if she wanted him to be there that night? He’d be there. Furthermore, it didn’t help that there was a sneaking suspicion taking root inside him that she needed him there nearly as much as he need her to.

He rushes through the post-concert formalities and is unleashed on to the Viennese streets headed straight for the pub Alex promised to be waiting. Her texts had become increasingly hard to decipher as the night went on, but she’d shared her location which was enough to lead the way. Brian, Connor, and a few of the other younger crew members trail behind him, reveling in their last night in mainland Europe, already buzzed off of backstage vodka sodas and the cursory fireball shots. They don’t quite keep up with the pace he’s set, but even with his quick stride his long legs aren’t carrying him fast enough for his liking. All he can think about is that every second he’s not in that room could be a second that Ethan talks her into reconciling. A second where he reminds her why they’ve made it that long all while quelling her homesickness. Reminding her of the history they shared, the one thing Shawn undoubtedly can’t compete with. He ignores Brian’s call for him to slow down, only speeding up as he sees the bar’s neon light growing closer. The bar is dark and divey, a bit worn and rough around the edges compared to the newer clubs he’s accustomed to in Toronto. There’s a decent sized crowd and as he studies the sea of people, he doesn’t catch a single glimpse of Alex. In fact, it’s Ethan he notices first, bellied up to the bar, flanked by a few guys that from outer appearances mirror his fuckboy persona. Actually, Shawn hears them before he sees them, they’re easily the loudest group in the bar, carrying on and roughhousing over a growing number of empty shot glasses. Briefly, he wonders if Alex ended up leaving, she’s certainly nowhere close to Ethan’s side. That should be somewhat of a relief, but instead it leaves his stomach in knots. Amidst talking himself out of that foreboding feeling, he finally spots her head of hair leaned up next to the wall of a far booth at the back of the room. If he’d been walking fast before, he’s at a full-on sprint now, heart pounding in his chest as he makes his way to slide into the leather lined booth next to her.

“Alex? Are you alright?” He’s endlessly relieved when her eyes flutter open, though they’re glazed over in a way that doesn’t completely curb his panic. Moving his hand to her forehead to brush her hair out of her face, he’s greeted with a blitzed smile.

“Shawn, you came,” She sighs, her voice groggy under the weight of alcohol. He’s never seen her this drunk. Granted, he’s never seen her more than tipsy. Alex typically stays within her limits, at least since he’s known her. But now, her skin pale yet hot to the touch, her voice slurred under her breath, her eyes barely managing to stay open…it scares the hell out of him.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel? You’re not looking too hot, honey.” He presses his hands, still cool from the night air, onto her burning cheeks to help sooth her. A soft hum escapes her at the feeling and her eyes fall closed again.

“Will you walk me? Ethan doesn’t want to leave yet.” Just hearing those words fall from her lips makes his blood boil. Did this guy have any redeeming qualities? What had Alex ever seen in him? These questions burn holes through his mind but right now, his only concern is getting her out of there.

“Of course, let’s get you home.” Her body is so limp and pliable that it’s easy for him to extricate her from the booth, arm wrapping around her waist to pull her up to a standing position. He doesn’t see her jacket anywhere in sight, so he’s quick to shrug his off and help her into it, guiding her arms into the sleeves as if made of glass. All the while, her eyes meet his with an adoring gaze, her body melting into his the second he starts walking her towards the door. As they approach Ethan and his cohorts, Shawn can’t decide whether it’s worth it to acknowledge him at all. Would he even notice Alex was gone? Would he care? Before he can firmly decide what to say, one of the other guys notices them and points Ethan’s attention their way. Somehow, even at the sight of his unwell girlfriend tucked under the arm of another guy, there’s still a smug grin on his face.

“Whoa, where you headed, Mr. Steal Your Girl?” Ethan’s voice is slick with belligerence. Whether it’s liquor fueled or his natural state of douchery, Shawn can’t be sure. He’d bet money on the latter, though.

“Dude, she’s not having a good time, just look at her...” Protectively, he tightens his arm around Alex. As much as he wishes she had the type of boyfriend ready and willing to take her home, to care for her the way she deserved, there’s no chance in hell he’s letting Ethan leave with her even if the guy suddenly decided to step up to the plate. “I’m going to take her back to the hotel since it seems like you can’t be bothered to. Have a good one.” Of course Ethan scoffs, hostility flashing in his eyes. For a moment, it seems like a confrontation is imminent but after a tense silence, Ethan turns back towards the bar, rejoining his friends for what looks like another round of shots. “Asshole.” Is all that Shawn manages under his breath, turning his effort and attention back to Alex.

Her legs are wobbly at best and he’s already doing most of the work to hold her up, so by the time they get to the door he gives up and scoops her into his arms. Passing Brian and the rest of the group, he throws a quick nod of acknowledgement and a short explanation that he’s taking her home.

“Shit, do you want us to come too?” His best friend looks between Shawn and Alex’s face already buried into his shirt, sincere concern in his voice. Brian’s already starting to scan the bar for the rest of their friends, ready to usher everyone out, but Shawn stops him short.

“No, you guys stay, I’ve got her. I’ll text you when we get back.” The last thing he wants is for there to be a crowd around Alex in this state, but he knows he can call on any of them if need be.

“Okay, seriously, let me know if you need anything.” It’s not an exaggeration to say that they’ve all become a family, the way they’ve all bonded over the past weeks, and he knows that Brian and the others are nearly as concerned as he is. The same way Alex was the first one to pull together an icepack for Brian’s sprained ankle or how she’d stayed up all night talking with Alessia one particularly emotional day. There truly wasn’t a better feeling than knowing you were surrounded by genuine people that cared for one another, even this soon after meeting. Throwing one final nod in Brian’s direction, he makes his way back out into the night with her secure in his arms. Luckily, the hotel isn’t far, and while it’s the least of his concern, it’s best that Shawn Mendes isn’t photographed carrying a visibly drunk woman back to his hotel. He doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until he’s stepped into the safety of the elevator, her arms wrapping around his neck as she squints under the shock of the fluorescent lights. Considering she doesn’t have a purse with her, it means she won’t have her room key either, so he heads straight for his. “Alright honey, we’re here, you think you can stand for me for a second?” He hates to put her down, even for a second, but there’s no other way for him to get the door open. She gives him a weak nod but peels her arms from around his neck as he carefully sets her on her feet. He keeps his arm around her waist while searching his pockets for the key card with his free hand, finding it after a couple of wrong guesses. When they finally enter his room, he’s prepared to pick her up again, put her to bed, but as soon as the door comes to close behind them, she’s already making a mad dash for the bathroom. The sound of her retching fills the room before he can follow her, but he’s there, collecting her hair with one hand and rubbing her back with the other by the time she finishes. Once she has it all out, she collapses against the tile of the bathroom wall, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. At first he’s not sure whether it’s just a result of her having gotten sick or if it’s coming from a deeper place.

“Hey, you okay?” He moves to sit next to her on the bathroom floor, ready with a hotel sized bottle of complimentary mouthwash and a cup of water. Unscrewing the mouthwash, he hands that to her first, waiting until she’s done to reach up and push the sweaty hair off of her forehead. “What’s with the tears?” One has finally started a path down her cheek, but he swipes it away with his thumb just before it reaches the corner of her lips. He knows that he’s probably not supposed to act this way with her, to be this intimate, but it’s all out of reflex at this point. He can’t bear to watch this girl cry, this girl he’s falling in love with, and not do everything in his power to make it better.

“I just. God. I feel so fucking stupid right now.” It’s clear that she’s refusing to look up at him, her eyes cast on her knees instead, brought up tight to her chest. “I’m a mess.” The fact that a great deal of alcohol has left her stomach seems to be bringing her somewhat out of the fog. “You shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.” Even though her face is tilted downward, he can see how hard she’s chewing at her lip. How desperately she means what she’s saying.

“Come here.” Pulling her under his arm and bringing her head to his chest, he searches for the words to tell her that she’s so far from being a mess. That he’d walk through hell to spare her an ounce of pain. That he might just be in love with her. But the reality of the matter is he can’t say those things. Not yet. Not tonight. No matter how badly it’s all threatening to spill out of him. “Everything is okay, you’re okay.” Despite the words he can’t say, he presses his lips to her forehead, hoping that can convince her that he truly believes those things. They spend quite some time together on the bathroom floor, enveloped in silence and an indescribable comfort in one another.

He’s barely half asleep when there’s a knock at the door, the sky outside lightening as dawn approaches. It has to be after 5am but there’s no way it’s early enough to be housekeeping and he can’t think of any reason it’d be anyone else from the crew, so his first inclination is to ignore it and attempt real sleep before it’s time to leave for Glasgow. When a second knock rings out, his eyes meet Alex’s form across the room. She’s snuggled into the sheets of his bed, a soft drunken snore drifting from her and bringing him instant reassurance. He’d opted for the couch, as much as he wanted to spend a second night in a row curled up with her. When the third knock causes her to shift in her sleep, rolling on her side in the king-sized bed that looks so sprawling with only her body to fill it, he’s finally motivated to get up and get rid of whoever feels the need to give them a 5am wake-up call. His hand is on the door knob when he hears the voice behind the door.

“Come on Lexie, baby, let’s go.” Ethan. Of course. Who else would be roaming the halls that early in the morning, or most likely in his case, that late at night? Steeling his nerves, Shawn reluctantly opens the door. For two reasons, one, he knows it’s unlikely that Ethan’s going to leave. Two, from the sounds of it, he’s not angry. There’s almost a shade of pleading in the guy’s voice. Granted, that softness is directed completely at Alex who is very much asleep in another man’s bed, however innocent it may be. Purposefully, Shawn leans into the door frame as soon as he swings it open, covering Alex from view.

“Hey man, she’s sleeping it off, she’s fine.” Shawn cuts straight to the chase, there’s truly no need for small talk. When he stops there, Ethan appears to be ready to accept that answer, ready to retreat. But for some unknown reason, whether it’s a flex or a barb, Shawn feels the need to add one final comment. “I’ve got her.” So…definitely NOT the right thing to say. Not to a guy like Ethan that’s already hanging on to this girl by a thread.

“Oh, you’ve got her?” Ethan stops in his tracks, eyebrows nearly shooting off of his forehead. “You know, I’ve tried to be cool about this because I get that she essentially works for you. But you need to back off. She’s just giving you a pass because you’re some hotshot teen idol or whatever.” It’s abundantly clear that he has a growing complex about Alex being away. Not simply about her being away, but about the way her eyes are lit up in every social media post. The video of her dancing her ass off in Germany to “American Girl”, shouting at everyone that it isn’t fair to keep requesting the one song they know makes her lose her shit? It’s Shawn’s laughter in the background, his phone capturing her singing “take it easy baby, make it last all night” at the top of her lungs. The photo of her cheers-ing pastéis de nata with Connor in Lisbon with the afternoon sun blanketing her shoulders? He’d stolen a bite of hers seconds after that photo was taken, her admonishing him and his large mouth for taking more than his fair share. In nearly every memory she’d shared via social media had a backstory that included him in one way or another. The story of them falling hopelessly. Could he really blame Ethan for putting up a fight? He couldn’t imagine letting Alex slip through his fingers, to watch her fall in love with someone else.

And that’s exactly why he lies. Boldly. Quickly. “We’re just friends, you can relax.” Those words couldn’t be further from the truth. Just because they hadn’t completely crossed the line physically, just because they hadn’t named their tension out loud, didn’t mean that they weren’t already acting on these feelings. Inviting them in rather than pushing them away.

“Yeah, I’ll relax when you stop trying to fuck my girlfriend.”

“Frankly? I’m surprised you’re concerned. You show up to see her for one night and leave her wasted and practically passed out in the back of the bar?” At this point, Shawn’s done being cordial. This is truly Alex’s argument to have and in no way is it his place to step in and comment on her relationship. But after brushing those tears from her cheeks? That look of pain, of guilt, of uncertainty that was weighing down on her so heavily? He knew he was powerless when it came to the decision she would make next, how she would choose between the two of them. But that didn’t stop him from telling Ethan what he really thought. “If you lose her, you’ll only have yourself to blame. Maybe spend less time worrying about my intentions and a little more worrying about your own.” With that, he’s ready to shut the door and leave Ethan to his devices. Although, he’s not surprised that Ethan’s fragile ego needs the last word.

“Just because all of these people care who you are doesn’t mean that I do. Start minding your own business and give Alex some space, or we’re going to have a problem. Here’s her room key, make sure she gets it when she wakes up.” After shoving the key card at Shawn, Ethan starts to back off in the direction of the elevators, but stops short. “You think you know her so well? You don’t know the first thing.”

“Seems like I could say the same to you.” Alex and Ethan had history, there were experiences and memories they shared that Shawn could never replace or recreate. But if the last couple of months are any indication of where they’re headed? Of all they have yet to share? The jealousy for her history with anyone else pales in comparison to his anticipation for what’s to come.

Closing the door softly behind him and tossing the key card next to the dress Alex had discarded in favor of his clothes, he lets his eyes sweep over her once more. Everything he’s ever learned, every piece of advice he’s ever been given, has revolved around not chasing after someone that belongs to another. With everything he has to consider, his career, his reputation, his fucking heart, he knows he should walk away before he gets any deeper. Before it’s too late to turn back. But as his eyes sweep over her once more, they meet hers as she blinks away sleep. It’s clear she’s drinking him in too, his form bathed in the streetlight still illuminated outside. Her lips part into a tiny smile, not fully awake yet, just appreciating the man in front of her. As if there aren’t any risks, as if there’s nothing to lose. As if they’re the last two people in the world and nothing else matters. It’s then and there that he fully realizes – it’s already too late. It’s been too late since that first night in Amsterdam. Suddenly, there’s a line from a song she’d often played that ehoes through his head. Don’t get caught up in caution when love exists.

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Navigating Unemployment is, in a word, exhausting. Here's what to expect.

By Marvin Green IV

One look at the California EDD (Employment Development Department) website is enough to induce a migraine. It’s stressful enough to be in a position where you have lost your job and need to file for unemployment, but navigating the paperwork is a whole other level of pressure.

When you lose your job there are a lot of things you want to get in line. You are likely looking at refurbishing your resume, scouring for available jobs, perhaps even looking for new training or school. But in the meanwhile you will want to get paid from the unemployment pool you paid into as an employed worker.

First, figure out whether you qualify for unemployment benefits. The California EDD website (edd.ca.gov) has four requirements that need to be met. You must be totally or partially unemployed. You must be unemployed by no fault of your own—meaning you weren’t fired for being late, or you didn’t finally work up the courage to tell your boss to shove it. You must be ready, searching for and willing to work—which basically means you understand that unemployment cannot be your income forever. Finally, you must have earned enough money over a 12-month period to file a claim.

How much is enough? The state’s Economic Development Department has a roundabout way of explaining (as bureaucracies do). But you need to have made at least $1,300 within a three-month period, or if you make under $1300 in that time you must make at least $900 within the same time frame with at least $1,124 income overall over 12 months.

If you meet these requirements you may file a claim for unemployment benefits. You will want to go to the website to apply or to print out the forms you have to mail. Next you will click on the “claims” button. On the next screen you will scroll down to the “Unemployment Insurance” section and click “File a new UI claim.”

Two big things have changed as far as requirements for signing up. Previously you had to wait seven days to file, but this waiting period is currently waived because—you know, we’re in a pandemic. You also are not required to look for work each week to maintain eligibility. Both of these are temporary exceptions until further notice according to the EDD website.

There are a number of things you will need to be ready to answer to file your claim:

Personal information, i.e. full name, address, social security number, etc.

Last employer’s information including company name, supervisor’s name, address (mailing and physical location) and phone number;

Last date worked and the reason you are no longer working;

Gross earnings in the last week you worked, beginning with Sunday and ending with your last day of work;

Information on all employers you worked for during the past 18 months, including name, address (mailing and physical location), the dates of employment, gross wages earned, hours worked per week, hourly rate of pay, and the reason you are no longer working;

Notice to Federal Employees About Unemployment Insurance, Standard Form 8 (former federal employees only);

DD 214 Member 4 copy (ex-military only);

Citizenship status, and, if you are not a U.S. citizen, information from your employment authorization document

*This was taken directly from the edd.ca.gov website*

When you have all of this together you are ready to file your claim.

There are three ways to file for unemployment. Fax or mail, by phone or online.

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Once you log in (or have your form), you will be prompted to answer questions about your previous employment and how you came to be unemployed. You must answer questions about previous employers in the past several years. You also must commit to being ready and willing to work, should it come your way despite the fact looking for work is not required at the moment. This is true for every form of application, be it mail, phone or fax.

After you have answered these questions your claim will go through some unseen channels and stay in the “pending” state for a bit. You may be asked to answer more questions online or via mail, should they be unsure about your claim. For instance, this writer had to re-do all the paperwork via mail because one question did not have a valid answer. So be careful as you fill all of these questions out.

Upon completion, you will be able to follow the progress of your claim online. Normally you can call to check the status of a claim, but this writer has found that each time he calls there are no operators available and they ask to call back. It will let you know the amount you will be receiving per week as well as any other bonus payments you may be receiving.

At the end of filing for your claim, you will be asked whether you would like a debit card (which acts like a standard debit card without limits, minus a fancy chip) or check.

For convenience, I picked the debit card. Either way, it can take 2-3 weeks to receive your card or check. (Note, if you have filed for unemployment or disability in the last 5 years, you will not receive a new card. Rather you will receive more money on the previous card that you had. If, like me, you did not keep your card from the previous unemployment claim, you must call Bank of America’s EDD hotline to request a new card. This replacement card costs $10 and can be shipped in several days.)

Speaking of Bank of America, once you have received your card you must activate it on the EDD website—it will redirect you to Bank of America’s website and you will have found out that you now have an account with Bank of America for your debit card. From that account page, you can transfer money into your primary bank account if you wish. If you opted for the check you can deposit it straight into your bank account.

Every other week you will be asked to fill out a form stating that you are able to work, you have been looking for work, any jobs you have applied for, and the status of those opportunities. Normally if you have turned down work, they will ask you why and you must have a valid reason.

You will be able to receive these benefits for 52 weeks, so they normally will expect you to be actively looking for work. But as these times are not normal, EDD has nixed the requirement to actively search for a job, as stated above.

When you do find employment that allows you to make more money per week than EDD pays you, you must cancel your claim by going to the contact tab in your EDD homepage. You can also call or mail EDD to let them know you are reemployed.

This is how the usual process goes. Factors like how long you receive benefits, plus how much, can be disputed or policy changes can even shift because of things like COVID-19, so check updates and/or pay attention to your snail mail regularly.

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