#Mean Stack Application developers

[ahex-technologies]

In the realm of MEAN stack development, effective data modeling is paramount to the success of applications. MongoDB, as the NoSQL database component of the MEAN stack (MongoDB, Express.js, AngularJS, Node.js), offers flexibility and scalability in managing data. Mastering the art of designing MongoDB schemas is essential for Mean Stack Application developers to create robust and efficient MEAN stack solutions. Let's explore the intricacies of MEAN stack data modeling and unveil the strategies for crafting MongoDB schemas that drive optimal performance.

[pptssolutions]

10 Tips for Successful Web Application Development

Web applications have become a necessary component of our life in the current digital era.

The foundation of all internet enterprises are web applications, which include social networking sites and e-commerce platforms.

Making a good one takes careful planning, paying attention to details, and doing things the right way. In this blog, we'll share ten important tips to help you make awesome web apps.

Define Your Goals and Target Audience:

It is essential that you define exact objectives and goals for your web application prior to beginning development. Which issue are you attempting to resolve? Who is the intended audience for you? Comprehending these essential elements will direct your decision-making procedure and guarantee that your application fulfills the requirements of your target audience.

2. Choose the Right Technology Stack

The web application's speed, capacity, and reliability will be greatly impacted by the technology stack you select. Take into account elements like databases, hosting environments, frameworks, and programming languages that complement your development team's experience, budget, and project requirements.

3. Give User Experience (UX) top priority

The success of any web application is contingent upon the quality of its user experience (UX). Devote time and resources to creating an aesthetically pleasing and user-friendly interface that works seamlessly on a range of platforms and devices. To continuously hone and improve the UX, do usability testing and collect input from actual users.

4. Use safe coding techniques

From the beginning of the construction of your web application, security should be your first priority. Embrace secure coding techniques including output encoding, strong authentication, and authorization systems. To safeguard your application and its users, keep abreast of the most recent security threats and vulnerabilities. Then, put the necessary remedies in place.

5. Performance-Based Optimization

User engagement and happiness can be greatly impacted by subpar performance. Use techniques to improve the performance of your online application, such as caching, resource minification, content delivery networks (CDNs), and server-side code and database query optimization.

6. Adopt Agile Development

Agile development approaches, like Scrum and Kanban, encourage teamwork, adaptability, and the iterative delivery of functional products. Throughout the development cycle, you may include user feedback, adapt swiftly to changing requirements, and constantly enhance your web application by using an agile strategy.

7. Put automated testing into practice

To make sure your web application is reliable and of high quality, automated testing is necessary. To find and address defects early on and minimize the time and expense associated with maintenance and updates, incorporate unit testing, integration testing, and end-to-end testing into your development process.

8. Make Use of Collaboration and Version Control Tools

Git and other version control systems facilitate collaborative development by enabling several developers to work simultaneously on the same codebase. Code management procedures and effective teamwork guarantee seamless integration, simple rollbacks, and an efficient development process.

9. CI/CD, or continuous integration and deployment

Build, test, and deployment procedures are all automated by CI/CD pipelines, guaranteeing a smooth and effective release cycle. You may speed up the delivery of new features and updates to your online application and decrease human error by integrating continuous integration and continuous delivery, or CI/CD.

10. Keep an eye on and maintain

It is essential to keep an eye on your web application's security, performance, and usage trends once it is released. Put monitoring procedures and technologies in place to quickly detect and resolve any problems. Maintain and update your program on a regular basis to add new features, fix errors, and adjust to evolving specifications and user demands.

If you're looking for expert guidance and support in developing a high-quality web application, consider partnering with Point Perfect Technology Solutions (PPTS).

As a leading provider of web app development services, they offer a team of experienced professionals dedicated to delivering successful projects that meet and exceed client expectations.

Experience the expertise of PPTS  firsthand by scheduling a free demo at https://www.pptssolutions.com/contact-us/

[oditeksolutionsyaass]

MEAN Stack application is powered by MongoDB, Express, Angular, and Node.js that leverages JavaScript from top to bottom. Rely on Oditek’s expertise for the implementation, integration, and maintenance of your enterprise mobile applications using MEAN Stack.

[foldingfittedsheets]

One of my earlier jobs in life was at a little pizza place. I worked there when it was first starting up. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from and it was because a new manager came in and cleaned house. Because my state requires a reason to be fired he said I used too much pepperoni. So now on job applications I get to write that I was fired for “excessive use of pepperoni.” Never fails to get a laugh.

Anyway! For this story to make sense I’ve first got to set the stage. This pizza place started out as the Wild West of management but one of the original investors was super committed to work programs through the prison. We hired a ton of ex convicts and they were all, to a one, super hyped on Christianity. Like born again for the sole purpose of lauding Christ with their every breath.

I hadn’t been working there long but I’d definitely noticed the Jesus bug had gone around, and as I’ve never been religious at all I tried to steer clear of the topic for my own safety.

The day our story takes place, I was folding boxes. Anyone whose ever worked pizza can attest, there’s so much box folding. It’s something that happens at every lull, the pizza machine demands box folding on a grand and epic scale.

On my right folding his stack of boxes was a guy wider than he was tall, made of pure muscle, Corey. He was newer on staff, and due to a stutter he didn’t talk much. All I knew about him was that he got hired through the rehabilitation program and had done time.

On my left folding was a tall middle-aged woman who loved to yell at me, Cindy. She and I rubbed each other the wrong way and had nothing in common, leading to a tense working relationship.

We folded boxes in silence. This was really my best case scenario as a quiet Cindy was a Cindy not riding my ass, and Corey intimidated me.

But the weight of the silence grew too much for Cindy, who finally said, “I really want to go to bible school.”

I folded a box. I had less than no idea what bible school even was and I didn’t want to get sucked into a religious topic.

On my right Corey said, “W-why, Cindy?”

“Well, cause I believe what’s in the Bible, but I just don’t know it all.”

He nodded sagely to this.

Cindy continued, “And every time I sit down to read the Bible I get real sleepy. And I know it’s the devil.”

It’s so hard to convey her tone in written format. It was delivered with the emphasis and exasperation of an inevitable inconvenience. Like, I just know it’s the squirrels eating the bird seed.

I froze in place at this pronouncement. My only exposure to Lucifer was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics and I was trying to mentally twist into a frame of mind where The Morningstar cared enough about this one middle aged lady expanding her knowledge of the Bible that he followed her around cursing her with sleepiness when she picked it up.

I think I expected Corey to say, “Well that’s silly,” or something to acknowledge what a bizarre thing Cindy had just said.

Instead he said, “Yeah!” In a tone of complete agreement.

I didn’t look up. I tried to keep my face neutral at this development.

But something must have shown. Corey said, “You don’t believe in God?”

I shrugged casually and said, “If I did I wouldn’t talk about it at work.”

“C-cause it’s t-true. If y-you t-ry to r-read the B-bible on unsanctif-fied gr-round the d-devil m-makes you s-sleepy!”

I made a noncommittal sound and fled into the back room.

Over the next week it drove me crazy though. The logic of it wouldn’t leave me alone so finally one day when it was just Corey and I in front, and the restaurant was empty, I said, “Hey man, I have a question.”

He shrugged and listened.

“I really don’t mean this with any disrespect, I just genuinely want to know about the logistics-“

“J-ust ask.”

“Okay, so if Cindy gets tired when she reads any book, is it only the devil making her tired when it’s the Bible?”

His face went purple with fury and he yelled, “F-fuck you!” at my retreating back as I fled once more into the back room.

It will forever remain a mystery.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Adopting

A Little Doe SideStory

Natasha loved being an aunt to yours Wanda’s three kids. She loved being Pietro’s mate, his sense of humor only masked how much he truly cared for any and everyone, especially her.

She also loved the little wolfling America Chavez. The little hybrid was less than five now. Natasha taught her everything a wolf hybrid should know. Sure America loved hanging out with Billy and Tommy but she also loved being able to hang out with Natasha and Pietro in their den. In fact, the little wolf often slept in Natasha’s den. It was comfy, a little earthy and it felt like home.

One night, America heard a couple dogs off in the distance. She couldn’t help herself really. She howled trying to communicate with the dogs.

Natasha gently chided her, “inside howls, America”

“Sorry momma” the pup immediately frozen. Natasha heard it. Pietro heard it too, he actually turned away from the paperwork he was doing just to be sure he heard her correctly.

America, ever the shy little pup, began to shrink away, “I-I mean Natasha. I..umm…”

Natasha’s eyes welled up with tears. She got down on her knees and embraced little Chavez. “It’s okay, pup.” She smiled, “you can call me momma if you want”

America’s wolf like eyes lit up and she hugged Natasha as tight as she could.

Normally Natasha was the stone cold wolf with a little smirking side. But now her mind was racing.

Normally, you or Wanda would be the ones coming to her for advice. Now for once, Natasha was the one facing a dilemma. She ran off to the only two people who she knew could help her.

The next day she sought out you and Wanda. The twin bucks were out playing with America in the newly assembled jungle gym. Wanda was in your office, feeding little Natalie.

Natasha ran in as quickly and as quietly as a wolf hybrid could.

“I need your help,” she looked at you nervously.

“What’s up, wolf buddy?” You asked with a little smile.

“I want to adopt America,” she stated firmly. “She’s a pup in need of a mother and I-I always wanted one of my own.”

Wanda rose up from the couch, smiling, “oh Natasha! That’s wonderful!”

Natasha felt a lift off her shoulders as her best friend embraced her.

“You’re already a wonderful mother figure to the boys and little Natalie. America would be lucky to have you as her momma.”

“Thank you,” Natasha hugged her friend tightly.

“Does Pietro know of your intention?” You asked with a little chuckle.

“Well I was going to talk with him about-“

Instantly Pietro came thru the door with a stack of applications in hand.

“Sestra,” he said frantically, “I need your help finding the adoption papers for…hey Nattie…I guess we had the same idea”

Natasha giggles as she walks over and kisses her own mate softly.

Later that night, Natasha and Pietro treated America to her favorite home cooked dinner: pizza balls.

The little wolf giggles as Pietro tries juggling frozen ones and failing.

“You’re funny Poppa,” she says with a laugh. Pietro’s heart just about melted.

“America” Natasha said softly, “we have something we want to discuss with you, honey”

“What is it, Momma?” The mere question made tears start to develop in Natasha’s eyes.

“We want to adopt you, baby,” Natasha said thru her tears.

“What’s adopt?” The little pup asked.

“You would become part of our pack. Our family” Pietro explained.

America looked at the two hybrids before her, their looks were only of love and adoration for her. This was all she ever wanted in her whole life.

“I thought I already was,” the little wolf pup said with a shrug.

Natasha and Pietro giggled before picking America up and holding her in their arms.

You and your doe-human mate, Wanda were there at the courthouse the day Natasha and Pietro made it official. The judge was quick to grant custody of America to the buck and wolf couple. Billy and Tommy were so happy they could call their best friend -cousin.

Natasha, Pietro and little America. The three of them were officially a family. Of course, they were already a family thru and thru. A pack that found each other, and that’s the strongest kind there is.

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[oneshotnewbie]

do you write for greys? if so, could you do something with Amelia Shepherd and teen reader? Whether it's her daughter or a patient, i don't mind. and could the story be suuuper cute and fluffy? or whatever you feel up to writing is fine. Thx! 🥰

Summary: Amelia Shepherd meets a talented young medical student who wants to learn from her. A close relationship develops between the two of you, with Amelia not only sharing her medical expertise, but also acting as a mentor and friend while you help Amelia regain confidence in herself after botching a surgery that she actually knows by heart.

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Amelia Shepherd hurried through the busy hallways of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, her gown flapping behind her as she was summoned to a consultation. Her mind was whirling as she prepared to tend to a new patient when suddenly a gentle voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Excuse me, Dr. Shepherd? Would you have a moment for me?" you asked and Amelia turned around, a young woman with a backpack over her shoulder and a stack of books under her arm catching her eye. Your eyes sparkled at her, and the neurosurgeon could immediately see the glint of curiosity in them.

"Of course," Amelia spoke and smiled. She tilted her head to the side and slipped her hands into her coat pockets before continuing. "How can I help you? Are you hurt?"

You stepped closer and held out your hand. "No. My name is y/n y/l/n. I am a medical student interning and I heard that you are one of the best surgeons here. I would really like to learn from you."

Amelia's smile deepened as she saw the determination in your expression. "It's nice to meet you, y/n. And of course I'm happy to help you. What exactly do you want to learn?" she asked and you beamed with joy, keeping pace with her as she continued walking, signaling you with a hand signal to follow her. "Anything you can teach me! I admire your work and want to learn as much as I can from you."

The brunette felt a wave of warmth in her heart. It had been a long time since someone had so enthusiastically asked to be her mentor. Far too long. "Well then let's get started." she said, leading you through the corridors of the hospital to the consultation she was needed for.

In the following days, Amelia and you spent a lot of time together. She showed you the different departments of the hospital, explained complex medical cases and even let you watch some operations. As you worked together, you began to get to know each other better, and Amelia became more and more impressed by your intelligence, ambition, quick wit, and kindness.

One day, while you were taking a break together in the cafeteria, you turned to Amelia with a shy smile. "Could I perhaps ask you for a favor, Dr. Shepherd?"

Amelia nodded and placed a hand on your shoulder while fishing for her fork with the other hand. "Of course, y/n. What's wrong?"

You hesitated for a moment before continuing nervously. "Well, I recently heard about a scholarship available for promising young doctors like myself, but the application process is quite demanding. I was wondering if you could perhaps write me a recommendation?"

Amelia smiled softly and nodded. "Of course I will, y/n. I'm sure you're an excellent candidate. I'm happy to support you and hope to see you here permanently as a medical student." She answered and you beamed with gratitude and relief, barely able to contain your joy. "Thank you, Dr. Shepherd. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"From now on it's Amelia, not Dr. Shepherd." She interrupted and as she continued to smile at you, she couldn't help but feel warm and fulfilled. In you she saw not only a talented young medical student, but also a friend and a possible successor. And she looked forward to supporting you on your journey, just as so many others had supported her when she was an aspiring doctor herself.

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The news of your successful acceptance into the prestigious Grey Sloan scholarship spread like wildfire through the hospital, and Amelia couldn't help but beam with pride as she prepared to teach you everything she knew.

When you came to see her in person the next day, Amelia could hardly contain her excitement. “Congratulations, y/n!” she shouted, walking the last few centimeters towards you to pull you into a strong hug.

You grinned widely with joy and returned the hug as you laid your head on her chest and she planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you, Amelia! I couldn't be happier!"

Amelia stepped back and regarded you with a beaming gaze as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you with her. "You deserve it, y/n. I knew from the beginning that you would make it."

The two of you walked up to a meeting room before you started talking about the future and how you would work together. You were excited to finally have the opportunity to develop the full extent of your knowledge and skills, and the neurosurgeon promised to support you every step of the way.

In the weeks and months that followed, an even closer friendship developed between the two of you. You continued to spend a lot of time together, both in and out of the hospital, sharing your thoughts, fears, and dreams.

Amelia was impressed by your eagerness and insatiable desire to learn and grow. She recognized that you were not only a talented aspiring doctor, but also a remarkable young woman with a strong moral compass and a warm heart.

As a mentor and friend, she stood by you when you needed support, be it with difficult medical cases that she assigned to you or with personal challenges. She encouraged you to do your best and never give up, no matter how big the obstacles might be.

And while Amelia helped you grow professionally and personally, she also found comfort and inspiration in your close friendship and enthusiasm. Together you went through ups and downs, but through your mutual support and affection, you grew stronger and closer together.

For Amelia, you were not just a student or a colleague, but an important companion on her own path, and she was grateful for the chance to have you on her path. Because in you she not only found a mental heir, but also a friend for life. She was able to lean on you especially in the difficult times, like during the time of her brother's death.

She had thrown herself back into work immediately after the funeral without taking a few days off, and now she was standing in front of the mirror in the relaxation room at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, staring at hersel. Her eyes shone uncertainty and self-doubt as she reflected on the events of the last few weeks.

An operation gone wrong. A patient who had suffered. And above all, the agonizing realization that she, an experienced surgeon, had made a mistake. A mistake that could have been avoided. A mistake that haunted her and shook her confidence in her own abilities.

Since her brother's tragic death, Amelia had struggled with grief. She had thrown herself into work to distract herself and numb the pain, but somewhere deep inside her doubt continued to gnaw at her. You had been a constant source of support and comfort during this dark time. As her young student and friend, you had not only supported Amelia with medical matters, but also served as an emotional support, encouraging her and reminding her that she was not alone.

There was a knock on the door that took her out of her thoughts and you walked in, a worried look on your face. "Amelia, how are you?" You asked softly, stepping closer. The brunette sighed and turned to you, her eyes dark with pain. "I'm sorry, y/n. I failed. I should have been more careful, I should have been better."

You moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder from behind, giving it a tight squeeze. "Am, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. You're only human." You spoke but she shook her head at your statement, unable to overcome the self-blame that tormented her. "But I should have known, y/n. I should have known better."

You looked at Amelia seriously and then lowered your voice to a very soft, quiet whisper. "Amelia, I know you are going through a difficult time. But I want you to remember who you are. You are an incredibly talented and passionate neurosurgeon. You have helped so many people and saved so many lives. Mistakes don't define your entire career."

Your words slowly penetrated Amelia's veil of self-doubt. She raised her eyes to meet yours, but you nudged her to look back in the mirror. When she had done this, you spread her legs with a light kick of your foot and placed one arm after the other on her hips. "Say it, Amelia."

"I am a superhero, let me fly." She whispered and you made the gesture with your hand that warned her to repeat the sentence. You had her repeat it several times until she realized which reflection she was looking into. "Just one strong and combative personality can make mistakes and still shine as much as you do in your Superman pose."

"Thank you, y/n. It means a lot to me." She spoke much stronger and you smiled softly. "We all need a reminder of who we really are sometimes. You are not alone, and I am here to help you remember."

Amelia threw her arms around you before getting back to work with you. Slowly but surely, Amelia began to regain her confidence in herself. With your support and your regular forcing to pose as Superman whenever she had self-doubts again, she overcame them and returned to her true passion: healing and helping people.

Amelia's journey has not been easy, and there have been many challenges and setbacks along the way. But with your continued support, she found herself back, strengthened by your friendship and unwavering confidence in her.

[judasrpc]

TIPS FOR WRITING COMBAT, TACTICS, AND / OR FIELD MEDICINE SCENARIOS PT. 2

Hello again! Coming out of the woodwork with my niche interests and hoping to pass along some information about writing things such as combat, tactical operations, and / or field medicine!

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, nor am I someone who has served in the military or law enforcement in any capacity. Any information in this post is gained from personal research in mostly internet circles. Some topics may be unsettling/disturbing, so please take care in reading.

You can view part one of this post [HERE].

Note: This part will be written more in-depth, as the sources I've pulled from are either no longer accessible, or from narrators I would not feel comfortable platforming due to their motives for sharing this information (e.g., anti-human rights individuals with qualified backgrounds). Knowledge is power, but we don't have to platform fascists in order to share it (* ^ ω ^)

To start this post off, I'll share some archives I've found since part one! This way, if you're just looking for resources and don't want to read something super lengthy, this post is still (hopefully) useful to my fellow writers.

Safety Data Sheets [Archive] - A collection of safety data sheets for what looks like various types of compounds, mostly based around industrial work (e.g., concrete mixes, roof coatings, etc.). While arguably not relevant to this sort of topic focus, I think it could be in the right scenarios, especially as sheets provide first-aid instructions, hazard classification, and details about specific compounds.

War Medicine [Archive] - Definitely a more historical reference (dated 1918), but published by the American Red Cross Society in France covering… war medicine. Includes various diagrams and topics.

Field Manuals and Technical Manuals [Archive] - A collection of field and technical manuals from various military services spanning across various decades. I believe most of these are U.S.-based.

Now, for the in-depth written information, placed behind the "keep reading" button.

CLOSE-QUARTERS BATTLE (CQB) / MILITARY OPERATIONS IN URBAN TERRAIN (MOUT)

CQB is typically defined as a short duration, high intensity conflict characterized by sudden violence at close range. MOUT is an example of a scenario where CQB may be applicable.

When in these environments, it's important for your character(s) to know how to navigate them. The presence of closer-knit buildings, various entryways, and populated environments means there's a lot of risk for both them and those around them.

As such, one of the founding concepts is entry and clearance.

There are many different ways to enter and clear rooms within a building, but the three primary types are as follows:

Conventional (aka: Strong Walling) - The leading individual "commits" to the room by stepping in with their full body, pressing their back to the wall opposite to the door's attachment, and using their upper torso to sweep the room with their light/weapon.

Lateral - The leading individual enters the room at either a 90-degree angle to the door (straight toward back wall of room) or a 45-degree angle (toward the corner opposite to the door).

Framing - Rather than step into the room, the leading individual peeks around the door frame and conducts their sweep from within it (think of them as using the door frame as a "mount" for their weapon, if they have one).

These can be conducted solo, or with a wingman.

A wingman is usually one other individual who stacks beside the leading individual, and uses an over-the-shoulder vantage to provide a secondary set of eyes for cover, while also being able to cover tasks such as opening doors.

Then, there's navigating environments as teams. With teams, there comes a need to develop tactics. With CQB in particular, there are two primary types of strategies:

Dynamic - Rapid movement and clearance; Your character(s) are likely in a high-intensity/time-sensitive scenario where speed is more important than safety. In these scenarios, your character(s) is/are more likely to clear rooms by committing with their entry and flooding in if in a team.

Deliberate - Slower movement and clearance; Your character(s) are likely still in dire circumstance, but they're able to take the time and prioritize safety over speed. In these scenarios, your character(s) is/are more likely to clear rooms by framing and entering one at a time to ensure all angles are covered.

But not every room is a perfect rectangle with wider-open spaces. Regardless of the structure, dead space is an important factor to consider for characters both outside and within these environments.

Dead space simply refers to the space that has not been cleared by the individual(s) entering the space. There are a few different types, including:

Anchored - The object creating the dead space is anchored to a wall, and thus prevents flanking. This could be a dividing wall, and certain types of cabinetry or other furniture.

Unanchored - The object creating the dead space is not anchored to a wall, and thus allows for flanking. This can be… any piece of furniture, crates/boxes/shelves, even certain installation pieces such as a 360-fireplace or showcase tank/terrarium.

Low - The object creating the dead space cannot fully conceal an individual/individuals who are standing, but could if they were crouched or laying prone. This could be things such as couches, tables with cloth over them, etc.

High - The object creating the dead space is elevated above the entry point. This usually, and pretty much only, includes things like stairwells, but it could include higher cabinetry if your character(s) is/are creative enough or able to navigate that.

Moving away from specific scenarios, there is something I've seen written a lot in fanfic and in rp spaces that I think would be important to clarify:

Do. not. attempt. to. catch. a. falling. gun.

I'm serious! In active combat, this isn't as applicable because your character's goal is (ultimately) to neutralize whatever threat is in front of them. Beyond that, though, your character(s) should never attempt to catch.

"But why? Wouldn't you want to stop it from discharging?"

That is why.

Yes, the firearm may discharge when hitting the ground… but in catching it, your character(s) may also discharge it. Unless they know for a fact they will not grab the area around or within the trigger guard, it's highly likely that a finger/fingers will slip into the guard and, due to the force of the catch, end up pulling.

The best practice, especially for a character/characters who are skilled with firearms and versed in safety practices, is to put the hands up and let it fall. Step back, find cover if possible, and retrieve the firearm after it has landed.

And again, I am not responsible for what y'all do with this info. Read responsibly, and stay frosty!

[izicodes]

Hi! I’m a student currently learning computer science in college and would love it if you had any advice for a cool personal project to do? Thanks!

Personal Project Ideas

Hiya!! 💕

It's so cool that you're a computer science student, and with that, you have plenty of options for personal projects that can help with learning more from what they teach you at college. I don't have any experience being a university student however 😅

Someone asked me a very similar question before because I shared my projects list and they asked how I come up with project ideas - maybe this can inspire you too, here's the link to the post [LINK]

However, I'll be happy to share some ideas with you right now. Just a heads up: you can alter the projects to your own specific interests or goals in mind. Though it's a personal project meaning not an assignment from school, you can always personalise it to yourself as well! Also, I don't know the level you are, e.g. beginner or you're pretty confident in programming, if the project sounds hard, try to simplify it down - no need to go overboard!!

But here is the list I came up with (some are from my own list):

Personal Finance Tracker

A web app that tracks personal finances by integrating with bank APIs. You can use Python with Flask for the backend and React for the frontend. I think this would be great for learning how to work with APIs and how to build web applications 🏦

Online Food Ordering System

A web app that allows users to order food from a restaurant's menu. You can use PHP with Laravel for the backend and Vue.js for the frontend. This helps you learn how to work with databases (a key skill I believe) and how to build interactive user interfaces 🙌🏾

Movie Recommendation System

I see a lot of developers make this on Twitter and YouTube. It's a machine-learning project that recommends movies to users based on their past viewing habits. You can use Python with Pandas, Scikit-learn, and TensorFlow for the machine learning algorithms. Obviously, this helps you learn about how to build machine-learning models, and how to use libraries for data manipulation and analysis 📊

Image Recognition App

This is more geared towards app development if you're interested! It's an Android app that uses image recognition to identify objects in a photo. You can use Java or Kotlin for the Android development and TensorFlow for machine learning algorithms. Learning how to work with image recognition and how to build mobile applications - which is super cool 👀

Social Media Platform

(I really want to attempt this one soon) A web app that allows users to post, share, and interact with each other's content. Come up with a cool name for it! You can use Ruby on Rails for the backend and React for the frontend. This project would be great for learning how to build full-stack web applications (a plus cause that's a trend that companies are looking for in developers) and how to work with user authentication and authorization (another plus)! 🎭

Text-Based Adventure Game

If you're interested in game developments, you could make a simple game where users make choices and navigate through a story by typing text commands. You can use Python for the game logic and a library like Pygame for the graphics. This project would be great for learning how to build games and how to work with input/output. 🎮

Weather App

Pretty simple project - I did this for my apprenticeship and coding night classes! It's a web app that displays weather information for a user's location. You can use Node.js with Express for the backend and React for the frontend. Working with APIs again, how to handle asynchronous programming, and how to build responsive user interfaces! 🌈

Online Quiz Game

A web app that allows users to take quizzes and compete with other players. You could personalise it to a module you're studying right now - making a whole quiz application for it will definitely help you study! You can use PHP with Laravel for the backend and Vue.js for the frontend. You get to work with databases, build real-time applications, and maybe work with user authentication. 🧮

Chatbot

(My favourite, I'm currently planning for this one!) A chatbot that can answer user questions and provide information. You can use Python with Flask for the backend and a natural language processing library like NLTK for the chatbot logic. If you want to mauke it more beginner friendly, you could use HTML, CSS and JavaScript and have hard-coded answers set, maybe use a bunch of APIs for the answers etc! This project would be great because you get to learn how to build chatbots, and how to work with natural language processing - if you go that far! 🤖

Another place I get inspiration for more web frontend dev projects is on Behance and Pinterest - on Pinterest search for like "Web design" or "[Specific project] web design e.g. shopping web design" and I get inspiration from a bunch of pins I put together! Maybe try that out!

I hope this helps and good luck with your project!

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of weddings and betrothals

kaeya x gn!reader

the best way to casually drop a bomb on someone is to pretend you never did so. in which you ramble how much you hate diluc, kaeya tries to soothe your animosity while laughing at you in the process, and diluc unknowingly pushes two people closer by being a dumb kid.

child!reader and child!kaeya, just two kids talking shit about diluc except only one is doing the shit-talking while the other is laughing

“I hate when you do that.”

“You hate a lot of things. Everything, in fact.”

“That’s not true.” You pause, seemingly thinking over your answer before coming to a decision. “I don’t hate you.”

Kaeya snorts, pressing his palm to his cheek. “That’s not very reassuring, you know.”

“It should be,” you say with finality, pretending to busy yourself with the stack of papers in front of you — or as busy as an eleven year old can look.

“Okay, well, answer me this. Who do you like more, me or Diluc?” He leans in, an eager smile to his lips.

You scoff in derision. Kaeya feels his smile turn brittle. Ah, of course, you too would…

“Of course I like you better, dummy! Diluc’s so loud and annoying. He only ever cares about getting your dad’s attention.”

His smile falters for a moment, giving way to surprise before it blooms into a wide grin, the kind that stretches his lips from cheek to cheek and makes his eyes crinkle like his dad’s. People say he looks nothing like his dad, but you think Kaeya’s got his smile.

“That’s mean. Diluc’s not that bad,” he retorts, trying to defend his brother.

“Sure, whatever. Don’t come crying to me when he starts whining about joining the Knights again.”

Kaeya laughs, knowing that particular obsession of Diluc’s and how much it grates on you whenever he so much as mentions it. “Why do you hate the Knights of Favonius so much?”

“I don’t hate them—”

“You do.”

“—I just think they have bad taste. Grandmaster Varka should just retire, senile old man that he is.”

“Are you still hung up on them rejecting your application?” He asks with no small amount of amusement and, if he’s being honest, surprise. Who knew you had it in you to hold a grudge that long? “You were like, what? Eight, seven years old? Of course they’d reject you.”

“Six,” you correct, glaring at him for even daring to laugh at you. “And it’s entirely feasible for a six year old to join the Knights.”

“I know the word you’re looking for: child labor.”

“Shut up, Kaeya!” You throw the stack of papers you’d been holding to his face, huffing when he just leans away and lets the papers fly away.

He pretends to look hurt by your actions. “Is that any way to treat your future brother-in-law?”

You scrunch your face and fake a gag so violently it nearly becomes a real one. “Gross. Don’t remind me.“

He drapes his arm over your shoulder, ruining your neatly made hair with his free hand and backing away with a laugh when you swat at him in irritation.

“C’mon, Diluc isn’t so bad.”

You roll your eyes. “He always looks like he’s about to poop whenever I come near him. He’s a weirdo.”

“You just scare him a little, which is understandable since you’re, well, you.”

“I’d prefer if my future husband doesn’t constantly shake in his pants whenever I get within 5 meters of him.”

“Just be a little nicer.”

“I don’t want to be nice. He can either man up and talk to me without stuttering or I’ll shove my foot up his ass.”

Kaeya laughs, loud and bright, the kind where he’s leaning over his stomach and gasping for air, eyes closed and utterly open and bare for the world to see. You so rarely catch him off guard like this. It’s nice, you think, having him be so carefree the way kids your age should be. He’s always far too distant.

“Are you done?” You ask in an unimpressed tone after his laughter dies down.

He takes a moment to fix his hair and straighten the imaginary wrinkles on his shirt. It’s a habit he developed from hanging out too much with Diluc, so you frown in distaste over it.

“I can’t wait to grow up just so I can see how much you’ll terrorize him. Ah, what a sight that would be.” He stares into the wall, a smirk on his lips that you know all too well.

“Hah, as if I’ll go through with this stupid betrothal. I’d much sooner run away to Liyue than marry that dingus,” you declare without an ounce of hesitation.

Kaeya sighs. “Your father would hunt you down and drag you kicking and screaming to the altar.”

“He can try! I’ll show him just how weak an old geezer’s bones can get!” You smash your fist into your palm, a loud smack echoing in the room.

He watches you do so with a fond look. He opens his mouth to make a comment, probably about the questionable ethicalities of a child breaking their parent’s bones, but you speak before he can.

“Besides,” you add as you turn to him, utterly oblivious to the effect your next words will have on him for the following years to come, “I’d much rather marry you.”

His jaw drops.

You continue saying something that goes in one ear and out the other, completely oblivious to the turmoil a few measly words have awakened in him. His palms are oddly sweaty, and he can almost hear the way his heart hammers inside his chest, threatening to burst from within.

Kaeya feels the way his heart drops with utter clarity when you turn to him with a mischievous look, and he realizes that his thoughts don’t immediately turn to what that smirk might mean for his sanity, but instead he thinks how nice you look when the light from the sun in the open windows hit the side of your face just right.

Oh no.

There’s a knock in the room. The distinct voice of your family’s butler sounds through the mahogany doors.

“Alright, please wait for me!” You holler at the top of your lungs, and Kaeya would normally grimace, making a passing comment about how you sounded just like a harpy just then, but instead he stares and wonders what you would sound like if you sung to him the way he heard you once when you thought no one was listening.

Oh no.

You turn to him—and is that disappointment in your eyes? “I gotta go home now. Don’t bother telling Diluc that I’m about to leave. I don’t wanna see his ugly face today.”

“Yeah, okay…”

A grin brightens your features again. “I’ll see you next week! Don’t forget to show me that turtle you mentioned earlier! Bye!”

You clamber down the chair and scamper off to the door, waving one last goodbye to him before shutting the door behind you, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“This can’t be real,” he says to himself. Anyone looking in would see the sheer disbelief that looks out of place in such a young face.

He can’t possibly like you, his brother’s future spouse, can he?

An image of your drooling face when you once fell asleep during your lessons pops into his mind, and instead of laughing like he would have done before, he finds himself thinking how cute you looked back then.

Oh no, indeed.

[leviathanswingman]

Killing Me Softly (with his song): Chapter 1

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 5326

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks. Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake. It was a white rose petal. Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind.

Lucifer develops Hanahaki Disease and is hellbent on keeping it a secret from Diavolo.

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, working relentlessly through a stack of seemingly never ending papers. There were complaints, letters, suggestions, applications and much more filed away, each sorted on a separate pile. The documents were ranging in levels of seriousness, going from confidential to downright stupid. A lot of them were a waste of his time, but they had to be worked through regardless. 

All in all it was a suspiciously calm day at RAD, marked by nothing but paperwork and a lack of sleep on Lucifer’s part. After the last few days, chaotic as they had been, getting to sit at his desk felt like a blessing in disguise. There was still much work he had to catch up on, so in preparation, Lucifer had stocked up on coffee before even heading to his study. The pot was now standing next to him, already half-empty.

He was aware that today would be yet another sleepless night spent bent over his table with a cramped wrist and aching shoulders. Still, it had to be done, and working through the night would give him a head start he’d be unable to reach by working during the daytime when his brothers were up to no good.

As Diavolo's right hand man he couldn't allow himself to deliver anything less than perfect. After all, he had to ensure that nothing was standing in the way of Diavolo’s vision for the Devildom. Irritatingly enough, that included sorting through countless foolish applications in the middle of the night. 

Nothing except for the quiet humming of a cursed record and the frantic scratching of pen on paper filled Lucifer's study as he worked through document after document. He only realized how much time had already passed when the morning light opened its eyes, blinking shily as the first rays started to peek through the curtains. 

Although he was exhausted and overworked, Lucifer knew he had to keep going, knew he had to push himself further. He had started a war on less hours of sleep, so this should be nothing but a small feat. 

Although he was aware of the heaviness of his eyelids and the way his body was practically buzzing with exhaustion, he shoved both aside for later consideration.

Lucifer let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he started to feel the first pangs of a headache coming in. He paid them no mind and took out another stack of papers, beginning to scan the writing. Although he was reading the words on the page, his brain refused to make sense of the letters. Annoyed, Lucifer tried to blink the blurriness out of his eyes, rubbing them when it did not help. 

He needed sleep, desperately so, but that would mean having to fall behind on even more paperwork.

Diavolo was counting on him, even more so than usual. The Crown Prince of the Devildom was currently on a two-week trip to the neighbouring Kingdom to see its reigning Queen, Rose. For the time being he’d left the Devildom in Lucifer and Barbatos’ capable hands.

Although Lucifer felt honoured to be held in such high regards, the expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders. He finally lost the fight against the exhaustion when his eyelids fell shut and his body decided to follow gravity’s call. With a particularly painful thud his head hit the table and Lucifer felt more awake than ever before.

“Curses,” he mumbled as he rubbed the sore spot where his forehead had just hit the hard desk. He was quite certain that it would leave a considerably sized bump behind. Great, his brothers would most certainly have a field day with that. 

Enough was enough. At this point even he had to admit temporary defeat.

Lucifer put down his pen and stood up slowly. Even though he was fairly used to being overworked, he felt worse for wear. There was a tickling in the back of his throat and a heaviness to his chest that were promising the onset of a cold, something he most certainly didn’t have the time for. Despite his state of denial, Lucifer's head was buzzing with what had finally turned into a full blown headache. Additionally, he had grown overtly aware of the soreness of his throat and the shortness of his breath. 

Lucifer crossed the room to open a window. Wasn’t fresh air supposed to cure all ailments?

To no surprise, the warm morning breeze did little to lift his spirits. When a shiver ran through his body Lucifer’s throat cramped up and the urge to cough became too strong to withstand. Quickly, he lifted his elbow so he could cough into its crook. 

This was not the time to get sick. He still had two stacks of paperwork to go through, several new announcements to prepare for and a couple of Mammon's most recent messes to deal with. Temporarily returning his credit card had been an obvious lapse in judgement. 

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks.

Something small seemed to be stuck to his rolled up sleeve. His eyes wandered down towards it and he picked it up with two fingers. Small and white as it was, Lucifer almost mistook it for a stray bit of paper. When he took a closer look, he realized his mistake.

It was a white rose petal.

Lucifer blinked slowly, almost owlishly. The record he had put on resumed playing, the clicking of the needle setting down again echoing through his mind. A minute passed. 

 Lucifer felt as if he was running through all stages of grief at once. This little petal, no matter how small and insignificant it looked at a first glance, had turned his world upside down in the span of mere seconds.

This was complicating things. 

Outwardly, he still looked calm and unbothered. After all, he had perfected his poker face aeons ago. He knew better than to let it slip, even in the privacy of his own home. The walls had ears and even his brothers’ loyalties were wandering at best when they thought they could benefit from a situation. 

With two fingers, he turned over the small flower petal he'd evidently just coughed up and took his time to inspect it thoroughly.

Realistically, he knew what this had to mean. The Devildom was home to various strange and inexplicable diseases, yet none came even remotely close to resembling this one. It was quite rare to find yourself coughing up flower petals after all. Lucifer knew with an impending sense of certainty that this had to be the first telltale sign of the Hanahaki Disease. It was a rare illness, often romanticised in literature, but in reality quite ruthless when it ran its course. 

A sudden wave of anger ran from the sole of his feet up to his spine. Lucifer allowed his frustration to take over and in the blink of an eye, he swept the stacks of paper, bottles of ink and his mug off the table. The mug shattered upon impact, spilling coffee everywhere. It had been a gift from Diavolo. Lucifer found himself staring at it for a moment, his chest heaving from the effort before he knelt down, all that hot white anger gone in the blink of an eye. With shaking fingers, he began to pick up the mug’s broken remains. Just as he set the last broken piece aside, there was an unexpected sound that caught his attention. Quickly, he lifted his head.

There were steps outside the door, the movement quiet and careful, almost imperceptible if it weren’t for the rustling of fabric someone clearly tried to suppress. There was no knock to be heard, yet the door was pushed open regardless. A blond head of hair came into view as Satan stuck his head around the corner and watched Lucifer with an intrigued look on his face. Most likely, the promise of witnessing his brother in an enraged state of mind had lured him in. His eyes trailed over the mess on the ground and he let out a low whistle.

“I think you dropped something there,” he said casually before nodding towards the mess that was Lucifer's study. Lucifer felt his patience thinning by the second. 

“Satan,” he began slowly, each word carefully chosen. “If you believe that now is the time to test my patience, then you're terribly mistaken. You have three seconds, and if you still choose to continue standing there after, I swear to everything unholy.” He lifted his pointer in a threatening motion. “One.”

Satan crossed his arms. “And what will happen then?”

“Two.”

“Well clearly, you don't plan on making your threats reality. You're all bark no bite, how embarrassing.”

For a moment, Lucifer paused. Satan took another step into the room.

“Three.” Without hesitation, he chucked the heaviest Devildom encyclopaedia he could find at Satan's head. Satan managed to dodge just in time, letting out a surprised shout as he retreated three steps. The book hit the door and fell to the ground face-first.

“And they say I'm the one with the anger issues,“ he mumbled. He threw his big brother one last dirty look before booking it. Before he knew it, the door fell shut with a big slam.

Now that he was all by himself again, Lucifer let himself sink down into his chair. 

For the first time in a long time he had to admit that he was in over his head.

“So how are things faring, is everything alright? Your brothers aren't causing you too much grief, right?“ Diavolo's cheery voice sounded through the speaker of Lucifer's phone, deep and familiar.

“Are you eating right and getting enough sleep? Your voice sounds different than usual, you're not coming down with a cold now, are you?“ he continued. 

Diavolo's stream of sentences was neither uncommon nor strange. Lucifer sighed deeply. He had no issues keeping up with Diavolo's ramblings, after all he'd had years upon years to learn how to decipher them best, how to discern between what was important and what was mere smalltalk.

“Diavolo-“

“Hold that thought. You've been overworking yourself again, that's it, isn't it? That sounds very much like a thing you would do.“ For a moment Diavolo’s voice took on a softer tone. “Consider your own health and capabilities please. Nobody wishes to see you falter.”

Lucifer snorted. “Need I remind you that you were the one who let his work pile up in the first place, leaving me to clean up the mess you created? I will not allow myself to waste even a single second when we're this far behind on work,” he replied, massaging his temple with his free hand. “Barbatos and I carry all responsibilities while you're gone. The results I deliver shall be nothing less than perfection. Although your concern honours me, it is entirely misplaced. I can handle this just fine. There is no need to concern yourself with my capabilities.“

For a split second Lucifer's thoughts wandered and he found himself thinking about his ailment. The fact itself that he, Lucifer, had caught that wretched disease was akin to a spit in the face.

It was a widely known fact that Lucifer held an unwavering devotion to Diavolo. However, how deep this devotion truly ran was a secret he'd been hiding quite well for years now. Inappropriate feelings would only introduce unnecessary conflict to their relationship.

Just like that, Lucifer had vowed to never act upon these feelings. Carefully, he had held Diavolo at an arm's length only to get utterly betrayed by his own body and mind for it.

All of a sudden, Diavolo laughed heartily and Lucifer barely had the time to remove the phone from his ear to reduce the risk of suffering from eternal hearing loss.

There was a tickle in the back of his throat and he tried to clear it without drawing too much attention, hoping it'd be enough to force back the insolent little petal.

“If you overwork yourself, you'll get sick. I most certainly wouldn’t hesitate to tattle on you and send Yuuta or one of your brothers after you.” For a moment, he seemed to ponder over his own words. “Like a babysitter! I'd pay a fair amount of Grimm to see such a rare sight!” Diavolo exclaimed, once again lost in boisterous laughter.

“Cease this madness. I hardly need a babysitter.”

“An attendant, then?”

A rare smile ghosted over Lucifer's lips before he caught himself. He pinched the DDD between his chin and shoulder as he began working on a complaint one of the teachers had submitted about Asmodeus and that wretched sorcerer misusing empty classrooms for both illicit and explicit activities. He wasn't even surprised anymore, this was fairly typical for his often promiscuous brother. When it came to his siblings, he was by now fairly desensitised to their shenanigans. The sorcerer was nothing but an added bonus. An unwanted and particularly annoying one, but a bonus nonetheless. 

“Is there anything else you might need from me?” Lucifer asked. Originally he had called to give a report on the happenings in the Devildom, but somehow he had been lured into multiple nonsensical discussions with Diavolo instead.

“Oh not really, I actually just wanted to hear your voice, Lucifer. It sounds even more charming through the speaker, than it does in real life, if I may say so myself.” Diavolo answered nonchalantly.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort. Before he could reply, a wave of nausea ran through his body. He could feel a petal forcing its way up his throat. When he slapped his hand over his mouth and breathed out through his nose, his DDD dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The petals came out quickly and quite aggressively at that. Lucifer opened his fist just to be faced with 5 petals. It was sickening to watch how quickly the illness progressed. With a low growl he crushed the petals in his fist.

“Lucifer? What happened?” he could make out Diavolo's muted voice coming from the ongoing phone call.

Lucifer cursed inwardly. Angrily, he wiped his mouth and picked up the phone again.

It took him a moment to clear his throat with as much dignity as he could muster. “I have told you before, Diavolo, you needn't shower me with praise like that. It caught me by surprise.”

“If I remember correctly you told me that I shouldn't praise you excessively in public. You never said anything about me not praising you during our time off. After all, you are our brilliant morning star. I just couldn’t help it.” Diavolo replied smoothly. Lucifer wondered how he wasn’t embarrassed by any of the sugary words that had just left his lips.   

“I don't remember having become yours,” he pushed back. 

The vines infesting his lungs shifted slowly, a slithering sensation akin to a snake approaching its prey. Lucifer's chest swelled with nothing but want. He took the feeling right by the throat and crushed it.

On the other end of the call, he could hear Diavolo shuffling around.

“Are you certain that everything's alright? Somehow, you're acting differently today. If there's anything bothering you, just say the word. You know I'd go above and beyond for you,” Diavolo said. “You are my dearest friend and we've known each other for an eternity and longer,” he then added and Lucifer shuddered. “Allow me to look after you when it is needed.” 

Lucifer did not know how such an offer could ever be acceptable. “I would appreciate it if we could switch topics now-,” he cleared his throat before he sighed. “Where were we?”

The broad smile on Diavolo's face was almost audible.

They kept talking until Lucifer had to get ready for a meeting at RAD.

“I shall see you soon then!” Diavolo exclaimed as Lucifer was standing in front of the mirror, busy straightening and adjusting his uniform.

“Of course. Certainly I can count on you not getting yourself in trouble while you're away? There are only a few days left and I fear I might start getting wrinkles if I have to deal with even more childish shenanigans.”

This got a chuckle out of Diavolo. “Don't fret. You would still be blindingly stunning even with wrinkles, there's nothing to worry about.” For a moment, Lucifer remained silent as he forced his heart to remain calm. “Ah, I can already imagine the expression you must be carrying right now. What I would give to be able to see it in person again. I can't wait to return home to you!” He sighed deeply. “But now, I shall take my leave and return to my duties for that to happen. Farewell, Lucifer!”

For a moment Lucifer found himself staring at the black screen of his DDD. 

“What did he-?” The vines in his chest shifted once again and pulled him harshly to his knees, leaving him coughing and choking. A whole white rose fell to the ground with a wet splat. It was covered in blood and spit.

Lucifer stared at the bloody petals.

Diavolo must have meant that he couldn't wait to return to both Barbatos and him, to the Demon King's castle, to his home. 

Lucifer shook his head as he picked up the offending flower. What an insult it was to both his devotion and his professionalism. Hanahaki Disease was for utter fools who went out of their way to fall in love with people that were way out of their league and unable to return those feelings, thus causing severe bodily harm. Lucifer had always considered them nothing more than idiotic fatalities. Now, he begrudgingly had to face his own arrogance and admit that he wasn't any better than those fools.

Despite everything, he was in love with Diavolo. Perhaps, that was even an understatement, regardless of whether he was willing to admit it or not. Lucifer had sworn his loyalty to him, had carried his devotion on his chest like a badge of honour ever since. 

The thought of a life in which they were of equal standing, one where Lucifer would have the right to entertain carnal and romantic thoughts about Diavolo made him laugh out loud. It was a cold and harsh thing. The sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls.

Swiftly, Lucifer picked himself up again. He straightened the folds of his uniform and collected his thoughts. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. He was Lucifer the Morning Star, the Avatar of Pride, feared in all three realms alike. 

He threw one last detached look at the blood-covered white rose. An image he had assumed long forgotten already forced its way past his memories before he could stop it. Lucifer, cowering on the ground, the remnants of his wings lying before him, so purely white yet still utterly wrecked, dipped in red where he had ripped them from the space between his shoulder blades and rib cage, not quite ready to grow into something else entirely just yet. His eyes, bloodshot as they were, were set on the ground, on that infertile, deadly soil. Then, a hand came into view. When he reached out and their palms connected, he felt a shock running through his body. Diavolo's hand had been sturdy and warm even back then. 

He allowed himself a moment to collect himself, allowed himself a moment to let the most superficial part of his frustration simmer down before he made his way towards the door.

He stopped dead in his tracks. There was a rustling sound, like fabric in motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he heard hushed whispers and saw shadows dashing away from the door. Whoever it was, it was clear that they'd been watching him for a while. This was a fact he wouldn't let slide easily. 

“Hold it right there or you shall be punished extensively,” Lucifer said slowly, his voice eerily calm. How much had they seen? 

The sound of feet tapping stopped, so whoever had been eavesdropping seemed to have given up on trying to run away. “Reveal yourselves,” he demanded. 

“We weren’t eavesdropping, I swear!” came a voice from the door. It was pearly like a wind chime, high in its tone and sweet with the way an apology laid on the tip of its tongue. 

“Do you really think this is the time to be lying?” whispered a hushed voice back, just to get shushed by the other.

Lucifer growled. After a moment of silence, footsteps were heard and then, Asmodeus and Yuuta moved back into frame, looking fairly sorry. This was hardly a surprise. Lucifer had recognized Asmo’s voice straight away.

He stepped forward and grabbed both of them by their collars, one in each hand, yanking them back into the room and slamming the door shut behind them with his foot.

Asmodeus stumbled rather gracefully before quickly turning around. Although there was no harm done, Yuuta still caught him by the waist, making the demon giggle. “Why thank you, darling,” he murmured. 

With crossed arms and furrowed brows Lucifer considered them. After all, his brother and housemate posed no threat to the Devildom, perhaps only to Lucifer's own state of mind. 

“You insolent brats. Pray tell, what business do you two have to be intruding on mine? Asmodeus, have I not taught you better? And Yuuta, although I am aware you haven't had the privilege to spend your youth around the proper crowd, that doesn't excuse such invasive behaviours. Certainly, those pesky sorcerers haven't taught you to intrude on the privacy of others.”

Yuuta tilted his head. “Actually, they have,” he replied calmly. “On more than one occasion.” 

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath. “I will choose to ignore that statement. Did the two of you perhaps wish to get punished? I can surely think of at least a hundred torture methods to suit your tastes,“ he threatened, his voice low. “Unless you make haste and explain what you think you were doing.”

Without any hesitation Asmo moved closer to Lucifer and got up in his face, disregarding the casual invasion of privacy. He put one finger against his own lips and batted his lashes. 

“Oh my darling older brother! Admit to it, you would rather punish someone else entirely.” “And who, pray tell, would that be?”

Asmo’s facial expression dropped, all pretence gone, and his voice took on a more sombre tone, suddenly so quiet it was almost imperceptible. He lowered his hand and carefully put it on his brother's shoulder.

“The person who is responsible.” Asmodeus took in a shuddery breath. “We really didn't mean to spy, we were just passing by.” His dainty hand pulled into a fist. “Lucifer, we saw everything. It's Hanahaki, isn't it? I never thought you would catch it, but…. it's not too late just yet, isn't it?”

When he received no answer, only Lucifer's tight lipped stare, he let out a breath of air and his behaviour changed at the drop of a hat. Perhaps he knew that if there was one thing Lucifer refused to accept, then that would be pity. 

“Oh, how sad,“ he sighed as he waved his hand dramatically and turned back around to Yuuta, wrapping his arms around him tightly, quietly muttering into his shoulder. “I don't know what to do, won't you cheer me up, my handsome prince?“ Asmodeus hid his face in the human's shoulder, the tears threatening to spill betraying his little act. 

Yuuta patted his back reassuringly. “It will be alright, Asmo, but now really isn't the time to-“

It was too little too late. Lucifer had already grabbed his brother by the collar, yanking him away from the human and shoving him roughly against the door.

Asmo yelped in surprise. “Hey! Not my beautiful face!“

“Cease your babbling and open your ears this once. This is none of your business Asmodeus,“ Lucifer whispered in his ear.

Yuuta had already gotten used to the unnecessary violence he often stumbled upon in the Devildom, so he raised an eyebrow at the oldest brother. He gathered himself before letting out a deep groan, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

“Why do you have to be like that?” he groaned. “Let go of him.”

“Perhaps you've forgotten that he is a demon. This hardly hurts him. I don't want to hear a single word from you, Yuuta. You aren't off the hook either.”

He then dropped Asmodeus and fixed the two of them with a glare. ”I'm letting you off scot-free this time. But believe me, you do not want to disrespect me like that again. I already have my mind set on several punishments for you two in case I see a repeat of tonight's actions.”

For a moment, they all were quiet. 

Lucifer raised one eyebrow. “So? Are you at a loss for words? I'm waiting.”

Finally, Asmo looked up. There was an unmistakable look of concern tainting his delicate features. His big eyes were shiny with the threat of tears. 

“I am sorry, but please listen to what I have to say. You don't even have to answer, please just listen.”

It was quiet except for the continuous ticking of a clock.

Yuuta felt the urgent need to dig a hole and just throw himself into it, or maybe morph into the wall and disappear completely. 

“Very well. I'm only allowing this because you are my brother, Asmodeus. Do not disappoint me.”

“Lucifer I know you don't like to share your feelings with us, but please think about yourself for once!” He grabbed his brother's hands and pulled them close to his chest. Lucifer stiffened upon the touch, but still allowed it. “Talk to Lord Diavolo when he returns. I couldn't bear seeing you-” he swallowed deeply. “I couldn't bear seeing you die because you're too proud to open up and take a chance. I know the way love works best, if you ignore it it will turn around on you. Lord Diavolo surely wouldn't mind! It's clear to see how enamoured he is with you, his eyes have never strayed, not even once! The only demon he ever looks at is you. Suitors keep their distance from you because they see you as already spoken for.”

Lucifer did not ask how Asmodeus could be so certain about who was the source of his newfound ailment. He had an inkling he wouldn't like the answer waiting for him. 

Asmo let go of Lucifer's hands and wrapped his hand around Yuuta’s arm instead. When Lucifer remained quiet, he only sighed. “Please consider it. Please say you will.”

“I do not make it a habit to promise things I have no power over. Now leave before I change my mind.”

Asmo pulled Yuuta closer to his side. “We’ll be off then,” he mumbled with a small voice. 

With that, the two of them dashed out of the room, leaving Lucifer to his own devices again. Asmodeus looked over his shoulder before the door fell shut, his lips pressed tightly together. 

For a moment, foolish as it was, Lucifer entertained the thought of Diavolo returning his feelings. He was quick to remind himself to snap out of it.

It was true that he was aware of how focused Lord Diavolo was on him, but it was nothing more than the sort of interest a child would have for their newest favourite toy. Ever since the day Lucifer had fallen, Diavolo had paid much more attention to him than to anybody else.

Still, it was different from what Asmodeus was trying to convince him of. The devotion Lucifer felt towards Diavolo wasn't one to be received in return.

To think that Asmodeus had been daring enough to call him out on it. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. How preposterous that his brother assumed Diavolo would ever devote himself to him so deeply. 

Suddenly, he found himself reminded of the demon prince's intense eyes, his broad build and rich, tan skin. In the Devildom’s mellow darkness, he always shone the brightest. 

For a moment he entertained an experimental string of thoughts, caught himself thinking of what it would be like to have Diavolo's strong hands on his shoulders, his waist, his neck, those luscious lips pressed upon his own in kind. 

His body was quick to reprimand him as he was interrupted by the feeling of several petals forcing their way up his windpipe. Quickly, Lucifer grabbed the nearest trash can and coughed them out, the petals and his feelings along with them. There went his dignity.

As he stared at the petals, a laugh escaped his lips.

The great Lucifer, reduced to nothing but unwarranted feelings.

As soon as he was done, he picked up his tired bones, getting up to check himself in the mirror. The demon staring back at him was a familiar sight.

Miraculously, his uniform still looked pristine, no fold out of place. However his face was telling a different story. The bags under his eyes were pronounced and although the look in his eyes was as cold as usual, if one were to look closely enough it would be easy to see the emptiness hiding in plain sight.

Lucifer clicked his tongue. Anger was a hot thing, rising up in his chest and boiling over like a kettle filled with too much water. It was a sensation he was closely acquainted with. Before he could stop himself, his fist rushed forward, breaking through the smooth surface of the mirror. Hot blood was running down his knuckles onto the shards on the ground. The silence was interrupted by the quiet sound of his blood dripping onto the pristine tiles.

Lucifer felt sufficiently punished. Was he not a fool for overstepping his bounds, attempting to push his misplaced and disruptive feelings onto Diavolo?

Lucifer checked the time. A speck of blood had found its way onto his wristwatch. He wiped it off without comment.  

Quietly, he bandaged his hand. As soon as he was done he grabbed his DDD and checked the time again. As Diavolo's right hand man and current representative, he had no business arriving late.

Asmodeus still held onto Yuuta's arm as they walked down the hallway. They hadn't said much since they'd escaped from Lucifer's room. They were both sufficiently shaken. 

“So,” Yuuta started, glancing at Asmo as he broke the silence. “You were right after all. When you first told me something was wrong I thought you were full of shit. I mean it's Lucifer we're talking about here. His face always looks the same to me. That man has two expressions: mildly disappointed, which I’d say is his default, and angry. I really didn't think anything was wrong. But for him to catch Hanahaki...”

Asmo threw him an unhappy look, worrying his lip. “He's always been like this. His devotion to Lord Diavolo might as well be his downfall. He's so dedicated he sees himself as nothing but a tool. I think he believes that's what it takes to be respected. Back in the Celestial Realm, he was just the same.”

Yuuta allowed Asmo to hold onto his arm even more tightly. “So it's like that. Honestly, I can't say I'm all that surprised.”

Although his hands were shaking, Asmo’s grip was almost painful. “Why can't he just accept that there's nothing wrong with being completely enamoured with someone? Love is supposed to be something beautiful. Of course, it comes with its own kind of pain, but it shouldn't come with death.”

Yuuta ran his hand through his hair and sighed. 

“There's gotta be something we can do.”

“He's not gonna like it if we meddle.”

“He’ll have to suit himself then.”

Chapter 2

[indepth-mbti]

Why do you prefer IEIE/EIEI model over EEII/IIEE (and IEEE/EIII, if you want make it broader)? And what are your thoughts on this model?

The Grant Stack has always been more theoretically solid than the nucleus stack. Both are just two different interpretations of Jung’s work – both of them make pretty good points, but overall the Grant Stack solves the explanation of the ego/personality better than the nucleus.

In my opinion, the nucleus stack fails at providing theoretically coherence to the dualism of the cognitive functions (I’m not gonna talk about the myersian stack because the IEEE/EIII model doesn’t make any sense if we take into account that cognitive functions are meant to be understood in tandems – f.e you can’t understand Fi without Te).

The problem with this issue being brought out now by typologytok remains in the arguments made against the Grant Stack, which usually show a lack of understanding of what the Grant Stack is really about (this debate has been going on for like 6 years on the typologycafe forum? typologytok hasn’t invented anything here). The Grant Stack contemplates the idea of you developing and relating to two functions with the same extroverted or introverted attitude, and the auxiliary function isn’t the “second one you relate the most to” – which is an argument I’ve seen a lot to discredit the EIEI – IEIE stack.

The Grant Stack is, nowadays, the most accurate, effective and realistic stack to define the flexibility of the cognitive functions usage. It’s also more theoretically precise while allowing people to understand that they’re a unique example of their type. Have you ever read any book that actually explains the dynamic of the nucleus stack? There aren’t many of them, and I’m yet to come across a solid essay that defends what’s the actual applicability of a pure ego conducted by two functions with the same attitude.

People talk about the nucleus stack like it is a Jungian stack. Jung didn’t care about a stack; for him there are 8 personality types, as the dominant function is what creates them. In any case, if Jung were to read about a stack he will probably agree with the Grant stack as many of his books imply that the dominant function requires a function with a different attitude to deal with the inferior one (check Jung 1925 seminars and “los complejos y el inconsciente” (1933) – sorry I don’t know the title in English)

To finish my brief argumentation… I’ve seen on the Internet people trying to say that – following the nucleus stack – an INTP can be TiNi and TiNe. If that’s the case, what actually means to be an INTP? This proposed typology destroys the essential difference between functions with two different attitudes.

PD: Daryl Sharp makes a pretty solid take when he says that there isn’t a tertiary function, but that there are actually two auxiliary functions. So, if you are NiFeTiSe, you are dom NI (aux Fe-Ti) and inf Se. That’s interesting.

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