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slayfics · 2 years ago

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hi hi !! do u accept part 2 requests ? bc i really loved ur cam boy katsuki 😭 to see them meet and do the deed has been behind my mind ever since reading it RARAAAAAAAHDBSJA 🥺🩵

Camboy Katsuki.

Warnings: NSFW | Katsuki aged up

3,400 words~

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Chapter 2

Who would have thought a simple trip to the grocery store could have turned out this way?

You scanned over the vegetables attempting to find the ripest ones. Finally selecting a cucumber to place in a bag, you heard a booming voice come from behind you. The voice called you by a username you had only used for a particularly mischievous website.

You nearly stopped breathing when you turned around to see Katsuki Bakugo behind you eyeing you and your selection of vegetables.

All those times you had paid to watch him on your computer, and now he was standing right in front of you. For a moment, you were positive you were hallucinating until he spoke again.

"I knew it was you, I wouldn't forget that sexy face anywhere. What the hell are you doing? Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to pick out good vegetables? Put that shitty thing back," he said grabbing the bag from your hand and tossing the cucumber back. "Here you go, this one looks more your size," he said laughing with a wink as he handed you a much larger cucumber.

Fucking say something! You yelled at yourself internally, but no words were produced from your brain to your mouth. Instead, you just stared in awe at seeing the man you had lusted for so long standing in front of you. No longer just an image on a screen, but a real person. It froze your brain to see him in casual clothes, a drawstring orange hoodie, and black pants. Somehow, he looked even more attractive in these than all the times you had seen him nude.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person you know that," he said as he picked out his own groceries. "What are the odds we live around the same area? Must be your lucky day, hm?" he said, turning to look at you expecting a response.

Instead, all he received was a shaky "Mhm~" from you.

"Tch, too star-struck to even talk to me, hu? That's fine, tell you what- if you want to see the real thing tonight, come to my place. I'm going to start streaming at 8PM. You can have a front-row seat. Be warned though you'll be in the splash zone," he said with another booming laugh. "If you're interested, send me a DM, and I'll give you the address," he spoke as he walked off.

What the fuck.

Once he was gone you realized how abnormally hard you were griping onto the cucumber, you lightened your grip and let out a frustrated breath.

I really didn't even fucking say a word to him, you thought to yourself.

Shit.

What were you going to do? You had to go, right? But fuck. Were you just going to sit their mouth agape unable to get out a fucking word again?

No.

You'd be prepared this time. You hurried through the rest of your grocery list to make it home by 6:30PM. That gave you about an hour to get ready assuming he didn't live too far.

Once you unpacked all your groceries you took out your phone to navigate to the live cam app. Hands shaking, you typed him a DM asking for the address.

That's my dirty girl, I knew you'd want to come.

He messaged back followed by his address. Your jaw dropped as soon as you pasted it into your maps app.

All this time- he was only 15 minutes away.

Crap, what to wear was the problem. He invited you just to watch, right? So, maybe it didn't matter but- you pulled out your most provocative laundry you had that had long been forgotten in the back of your drawer.

Putting it on you, you remembered just how uncomfortable it was. However, any uncomfortableness would be rewarded if things happened to escalate tonight.

You rushed to finish getting ready and then swiftly headed out to him.

You couldn't count how many times you fantasized about where he lived, and what the rest of his place looked like, pulling up to the address it was strange to see it was just an average apartment. But, you couldn't help but wonder, what did the rest of his life look like? What was his day job? Who were his friends? What were his hobbies?

Your heart raced as you knocked on the apartment door. You took a deep breath as you prepared to redeem yourself. However, all of that went out the window when he opened the door.

"Hey there sexy, come in I'll show you the setup," he said waving you in. One sight of him caused your brain to malfunction again.

Fuck.

Why did he already have to be wearing his signature muscle shirt and sweats that you had watched him peel off of himself so many times? As if your body was trained to react to the sight of him you already felt yourself beginning to slip. It was too much seeing him like this in person. How the hell were you going to keep your composure watching him live stream pleasuring himself in front of you?

"This is where it happens, but then again you're already well aware of that," he said with a smirk as he walked you to his bedroom. "I keep the laptop here on this stand, it gives me more freedom to do my stuff. I also keep the stream up on my PC here, so if you want to read the comments coming in you can. This area of the room stays off-camera so you can sit anywhere here. I won't mention you or show your face or anything so don't be concerned about that, and uh- don't be afraid to get comfortable while you're watching if you know what I mean," he said winking at you. "You're more than welcome to give me a show back."

You swallowed hard. Come on, redeem your fucking self, say something, you thought.

"Guess you'll have to make sure it's a good show then," you said smiling back at him.

"Oh shit, she speaks," He teased. "I'll make sure the show is worthy of you stripping down right here to play with your pussy. Don't you worry," he said laughing.

Just like that, you felt all ounce of cool you had slipped away again. How were his words always so damn paralyzing?

"Alright well it's show time so, get comfortable over there," he said as he sat down in his usual spot in front of his laptop.

From where you were sitting, you could see the live stream on his PC as well as him in person sitting in front of his laptop. The PC showed he was now live.

"Takes a little while for people to log on, usually you're the first," he said giving you a smirk. "So, I guess we'll have to see who's going to be first this time instead."

Not long after a few usernames you had usually seen in the chat had joined.

"Always good to see repeat customers," he said into the camera greeting his viewers. "How is everyone doing tonight?"

You read some of the comments from the PC.

Ready to see you touch yourself.

Better now that I'm here with you.

"Awe, you're all so eager as always aren't you? Well, you know what you have to do then," he said with a sly smirk.

Just like that tips came pouring into the chat and even more people joined to view. It was shocking to see exactly how much money he made from this hobby.

Katsuki stripped off his sweats and began to palm at his bulge through his boxer briefs in the same way he always did. You cursed the laptop that had been blocking your view of precisely what you wanted to see. Shamelessly, you moved spots to sit at a better angle.

Katsuki looked over at you for a split second, his eyes gleaming and his smirk spreading even wider as he saw your greedy eyes looking at his growing bulge.

"Does everyone have a good view?" He asked seemingly to his viewers but was looking directly at you. You held in a gasp at his sneakiness and couldn't help the blush that ignited on your face at his attention.

Viewers poured in comments about how good he looked, and that the angle he was in was perfect.

"Good- so tell me what's next then?" he asked, as his bulge was now fully grown. He pinched the tip of his penis through his boxer briefs and stared directly at you. You felt your face become hot, and your whole body felt frozen in place. How the fuck were you supposed to handle this? You thought he'd just be watching the computer the whole time, not looking at you.

Comments and tips poured in asking him to strip, and he followed through.

"You dirty sluts, have what you want then," he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

Comments again poured in fawning over how hot he was, how toned his body was.

His bulge was now almost begging to be set free from his boxers and he milked every second of it.

"I'm sorry what is it you all want? You're going to have to ask nicely. Don't be shy, tell me exactly what you want me to do," he said, breaths now becoming heavy.

Katsuki read and replied to more comments, "Oh, you want to see my dick, hu? Fucking filthy, aren't you? Fine then, be good to me and maybe I'll reward you," He panted out.

Tips came flooding in and his eyes grazed over to you once more.

"Alright then, have what you've been begging for," he said as he slid his boxers down, revealing his cock.

Katsuki's eyes were locked directly onto you, watching your reaction to his reveal. Shamefully, you hadn't noticed his gaze as your eyes had been watching eagerly as he slid his boxers down. Seeing him revealed in person was exhilarating. Absentmindedly, you bit your lip as your thighs pressed tightly together.

Katsuki began to slowly run his hand up and down the full length of his shaft, causing your thighs to tighten even closer together.

Fuck.

Every nerve in your body screamed for you to go touch him, or at the very least, touch yourself. The heat coming from between your legs was unbearable.

"Is everyone having a good time?" Katsuki asked, again seemingly to his viewers, but when you looked up, you noticed his eyes locked on to yours.

Fuck, how long had he been watching you? You squirmed even more under his intense gaze.

"Don't be shy, have a good time with me," he spoke, voice raspy and heavy with lust.

Fuck.

Was he really asking you to touch yourself? He joked about it before but, did he really mean it?

Losing all dignity, your hand hungrily found its way to pull down your bottoms, revealing the bottom part of your provocative laundry you had picked out.

Thong and lace high stockings revealed Katsuki let out a heavy, "Fuck," he said, his eyes eagerly taking you in.

Your fingers found your clit and began to rub slow circle motions over yourself.

Katsuki's breaths became erratic, and his eyes snapped to the camera as if almost forgetting it was there.

"Shit, hmm, how are you all doing hu?" He asked, grunting as he continued his strokes, his cock now glistening with pre cum.

Comments flooded in, encouraging him to cum.

"Something tells me that'll be especially easy tonight," he said, a smirk on his face as his eyes wandered over to you once more.

You should care.

You should care that you've let go of all shame. That you're fingering yourself sitting on some random dude's floor. But you don't. It's fucking exhilarating, and you feel yourself getting close as you continue the motions around your clit.

Katsuki begins to moan as he strokes himself, and his moans bring you over the edge. You cover your mouth as your head flings back against his wall, fingers still buried between your things. You catch your moans into your hands so as to not alarm his viewers, and then there you are making a mess on his floor.

One sight of you drags him over the edge. Your legs spread open, the perfect view of your release dripping down from your slit onto his floor, causing his own limit to break. The room is filled with his moans as his release spills all over his abandoned. Like so many times you've seen before but this time, you know it was for you.

Katsuki gives his viewers a quick goodbye as he signs off hastily and shuts his laptop.

"God damn, you're fucking hot," he says breathlessly. "Did you wear that because you thought we were going to fuck?" he asks, eyes grazing over your laundry.

"I uh-" You stammer trying to catch your breath from your own excitement.

"Never mind, tell you what babe- if you can get me hard again, I'll give you the real thing," he said eyes full of lust.

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The real thing? He'd really fuck you? The man you've fantasized about for countless nights- was offering to make every filthy fantasy you'd ever have come true.

You didn't speak but moved to him right away stumbling off the floor.

"Hold on, I'll get cleaned up," he said beginning to stand up out of his chair.

"No need," you said, pushing him back down to sit. "I'll clean you up," you spoke eyes locked with his as you took a lick of his release off his abdomen.

"Oh, fuck kitten, where the hell have you been my whole life?" he asked, laughing.

You continued to lick up the release off of Katsuki as soft moans escaped him while he took in the sight. His moans only encouraged you further. It was exhilarating to hear his moans and know they were just for you and not for the pleasure of all his viewers.

"Damn," He panted watching you, "I don't think it's gonna take me much longer to be ready at this rate, you really are something else. Never would have guessed you were down this bad."

Having completely licked him clean, Katsuki placed a hand around your arm, "Get up and sit down on the bed," he instructed, as his hand guided you up.

You eagerly obeyed him and sat down on his bed.

"I want to see the rest of this slutty outfit you put on," he said as he guided your shirt over your head dropping it to the floor.

"Fuck," he exclaimed taking in your full laundry outfit. "This is hot as fucking hell. Tell me, what were you hoping to accomplish in this outfit, hm?" He said placing a finger under your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

You opened your mouth attempting to sound confident but his crimson eyes looking directly into yours made it impossible to think, "I...," You tried to say but got lost in his gaze.

"Come on, don't get shy on me again. All you have to do is ask to get what you want," he said as he began to stroke himself again in preparation.

"I... I want to feel you inside," you managed to squeak out.

Katsuki smirked at you, one hand still under your chin the other stroking himself as his excitement began to grow once again, "That's a good girl. Let me feel how you're doing."

Katsuki moved his hand from under your chin and placed it between your thighs. Pushing aside your laundry his finger found your entrance. You let out an audible gasp as you felt yourself stretch around his finger. Your whole body shivered, and a moan escaped your lips at the intrusion.

"So much pleasure from just one finger, hm? I love what I do to you," he laughed. "You're so fucking wet, don't worry I won't keep you waiting long," he said as another finger found its way to your entrance, stretching you farther.

You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest and gripped his arm for support, closing your eyes as he began to curl his fingers inside you.

"Fuck, bet I could make you cum from just this couldn't, I?" He laughed again. "But... that's not what you really want is it?" He asked

The only answer Katsuki received back was your increasing moans.

"I'm sorry I don't understand. You have to tell me, how do you want to cum? Are just my fingers enough for you?" he asked.

"Mmm~ n- no-..." you answered, voice shaking and heavy with pleasure.

"Then what, say it, say what you want," he encouraged you.

"Y-you..."

He let out an exasperated chuckle, "Me? Well, I'm right here... come on, tell me. I want to hear it." He demanded.

"I want... I want your cock," you finally confessed.

Katsuki let out a deep groan, "Fucking perfect, lay back," He instructed, as he removed his fingers leaving you throbbing and desperate for more.

You followed his command and laid back on the bed, finally having the confidence to open your eyes again. Katsuki was above you, his cock fully ready and glistening with pre cum once again, "look at that, you made it so easy to get hard again. How could I not with how fucking dirty you are? How many times have you fantasized about this, hm? Cum to the thoughts of my dick inside you. Now you get to feel the real thing," he said, as he hungrily stripped off your laundry ripping pieces in the process.

"I'd ask if you are ready but, that seems like a fucking stupid question, doesn't it? I can see how damn eager you are for me, you're already making a mess of my damn bed," he laughed.

Katsuki grabbed your legs and placed them to rest on his shoulders, using your thighs for support he pulled you closer to him. Without another word, he guided himself into your entrance and pushed himself inside you.

The room seemed to vanish as you saw stars once he entered you. After all those times you imagined what he would feel like, to feel him in person was overwhelming. Beyond euphoric, and unlike any rush you'd ever had in your life.

"You look so fucked out already and I haven't even started moving yet," he teased.

Gripping your thighs tighter, Katsuki began to thrust inside you.

You felt your brain turn to mush as he pushed rhythmically into you until his full length was plunged inside you. The high only intensified as you watched him. His face was tilted down watching his cock appear and disappear inside you with each thrust.

The expression on his face was all too intoxicating. You felt something inside you breaking. Not once in your life had you ever come from pure penetration, but the high from seeing Katsuki in person fucking you was bringing you to your end.

It was better than any wet dream you had ever had about him, and the feeling of your walls stretched around him was a sensation you didn't know existed.

"Holy fuck- are you going to cum on my dick?" he asked, looking up at you, sweat beading up on his forehead. "Your body is shaking- fuck yeah cum for me kitten," he groaned and quickened his pace, overcome by the rush of your body's reaction to his.

Your moans rang louder through the room as you felt the twist of pleasure form in your abdomen, with each thrust it grew and spread. Until your whole body was overcome with pleasure. You screamed out his name as you reached the peak of your climax.

"Fuck," he moaned as your walls clenched down around him. "God damn squeezing me so tight," he panted as he still thrust into you allowing you to ride out your climax. "Shit I-" Katuski moaned once more as he met his own limit. Warmth erupted inside you as he released and painted your walls.

Katsuki milked out every last thrust ensuring he had filled you with everything he had, before pulling out and collapsing next to you on the bed.

Catching his breath, he let out a laugh, "Kitten, you can come be my live audience anytime you want."

Thank you for requesting this! I had such a fun time writing it hehe 🤭.

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edwin-paynes-bowtie · 1 month ago

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Forgot to post this to Tumblr, but here's the next Catwin oneshot in my fic He Was Chaos, He Was Revelry.

Read it on Ao3 here!

OR....

BED CHEM

“Okay, okay,” Thomas said, laughing. Edwin lay next to him, both obviously satisfied and clearly ready to leave. “I can tell you’re about to take off. But would you at least let me show you something first?”

Edwin’s eyes narrowed, and Thomas smiled slightly.

“I suppose,” Edwin said finally, settling back into the pillows with a little shrug. “If you must.”

Thomas watched Edwin out of the corner of his eye as he reached into the drawer next to the bed. He was pleased that Edwin didn’t immediately re-materialize his smallclothes again. No, he seemed content to just lay there, looking up at the stars and humming a quiet tune that Thomas didn’t recognize.

The drawer that Thomas dug through held all his favorite things – toys, dead mice, lube, crinkle balls, that sort of shit. But, more importantly, he drew out an old iPhone and swiped the unlock pattern out on the screen.

Edwin huffed and rolled his eyes. He really was much prissier than he let on, Thomas thought, though he wasn’t upset about it or anything. With a body like that, Edwin could roll his eyes as much as he fucking wanted. “Why are you in possession of a telephone? It is not as though you have occasion to use it regularly. What with you being a cat and all.”

“Ouch,” Thomas laughed, hitting the search bar. “For all you know, I use this to call my cats back in Port Townsend. Maybe it’s important. Maybe Meatball got leashed by some asshole with a magic leash again, and I have to go back and trap them in the town.”

“I had believed you apology for having done so to be sincere. I would be rather unhappy if you did that to someone else. If I recall,” Edwin clicked his tongue, “it did not go well for you last time.”

“Oh? It didn’t? Why the hell not?”

“Well, you did tell me something about Esther having beaten you to death in the cannery. And you have not been the same since, what with your leather and slicked-back hair.”

“Eh.” Thomas shrugged. “It was about time I changed up my aesthetic anyway. Besides, all that brought me here to you, right? Water under the bridge. The very hot, very fuckable bridge.”

“Please.” Edwin held up a stiff hand. “Do not call me … that. Ever again. Do you understand?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, as if he were contemplating Thomas. “Also, I feel the obligation to point out that your bridge metaphor makes very little sense. What about my behavior tonight was anything even resembling a bridge?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m a fucking cat, Edwin.”

Edwin waved him off, and Thomas felt the urge to growl as his old-timey button-down started to reform. Couldn’t he keep it off, just for a little while? Was he really in that big a goddamn hurry to be out of here? Was Thomas that fucking –

“Would you please get on with this, then, and show me whatever it was you wished to introduce me to?”

Thomas blinked. He hadn’t realized that Edwin was actually going to humor him. He’d assumed that the shirt – and probably pants, too, though Edwin was covered by a blanket – meant it was time to leave. Back to London, back to fucking Charles. Thomas’s roof was way nicer than some ratty-ass couch that Charles liked to hit with a cricket bat or whatever shit he did all day.

“Oh,” Thomas said, and both of Edwin’s thick eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, about that. Sure. I’ll pull it up.”

“I assume this is a video on a platform similar to that which Niko showed me.” Edwin looked contemplative. “Tick tock, I believe it was called? There was quite a nice horse in the video she showed me. While the application itself was horrible to navigate, I did enjoy seeing such a competent equine consuming his apple.”

“What? Oh, no.” Thomas hit the Spotify app icon. “I don’t have TikTok. Too many weird cat videos on there.” He shuddered. “Awkward to watch.”

“Awkward how?”

“Because their owners have no fucking clue what they want or need, and it’s painfully obvious. Makes me want to kidnap them and give them a better life.”

“As strays? In an abandoned cannery, eating corpses?”

Irritation briefly sparked in Thomas’s gut. “Don’t knock it until you try it, sweetheart. I keep my cats very happy. Almost as happy as I keep you. In a totally different way, of course.”

“Ah.” Edwin nodded curtly. “I suppose that does not come as a surprise.”

Thomas was scrolling through his saved albums, but he paused to look upward at Edwin. “Why not?”

“Because,” Edwin said lightly, “it is obvious that you care for your subjects very much.”

Thomas blinked. “I do. Glad you noticed.”

Edwin hummed, and Thomas saw no other response. So he went back to scrolling Spotify and finally hit the album icon for his favorite tracks. “This is pop music,” he said to Edwin. “Have you heard pop music?”

“Unfortunately, I have. I strongly disliked the majority of it, though that Swift woman had quite a nice song about not going out of style that I very much enjoyed.”

“I love Taylor,” Thomas agreed. “But my favourite is Sabrina. She’s raunchier.”

“Well, I do not suppose that I will like it, then.”

Thomas snorted. “Please. With what you were doing fifteen minutes ago?”

Edwin rolled his eyes. “Very well, then. Do your worst.”

Thomas laughed, and was pleased to see Edwin smile, too. “Okay. What’re you feeling? Jealous ex, stupid ass boyfriend, or breeding kink ballad?”

Edwin glared. “Play me your favourite. Besides the last one, that sounds dreadful.”

“Okay,” Thomas shrugged. “But Juno’s great. Your loss, Edwin.” He scrolled with pink manicured nails. “Guess I’ll just play the one that most reminds me of you, then.”

“That is a good idea, I suppose.”

Thomas smirked. And then –

I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec Your friend hit me up, so we could connect And what are the odds you send me a text?

“This,” Edwin said pointedly, “is atrocious.”

“No it isn’t,” Thomas argued. “It’s modern poetry. That’s what music is. And don’t tell me you’re not a fan of, like, Tennyson or whatever.”

“I am not, actually.” Edwin looked annoyed. “I have never been a fan of the poets. My interests lie primarily with – never mind.”

“What? Big-ass magical tomes about how to, like, do the Most Challenging Spells Ever to Be Challenging?”

“No. Well, yes, but…” Edwin ran a hand though his already-tousled hair. “I like novels. Mysteries, primarily, though I am not one to shirk a good adventure or a good romance. I also… hm.”

“Spit it out.”

“I like comics,” he said.

“Ooh. The ever-logical, serious-minded Edwin Payne, a comic guy? I’d never have guessed.”

“I believe that you simplify my personality far too much,” Edwin said. His voice was quiet, but he sounded oddly… hurt? That couldn’t be right. So Thomas just turned up the volume on his shitty iPhone.

Come right on me, I mean camaraderie Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?

“How nice.” Edwin sounded supremely judgmental. “She believes herself Shakespeare, now?”

“Just listen,” Thomas said, trailing a hand down Edwin’s arm.

Edwin flushed but said nothing.

How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round Oh, it just makes sense (oh, it just makes sense) How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things That's bed chem (well, that's bad chem) How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means And I'm obsessed (so obsessed) Are you free next week? (Are you free next week?) I bet we'd have really good –

The outro began, and Edwin turned to assess Thomas. He smiled.

“I would give that a very generous C+,” Edwin deadpanned. And, with that, he stood up and walked toward the edge of the rooftop. He stepped through the void and back toward that stupid fucking office building where stupid fucking Charles was.

His only solace was that Edwin was humming Bed Chem as he left.

#catwin #my fic #oneshot #the cat king #edwin payne #dead boy detectives #dbda

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octocon · 10 months ago

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v1.2 "Nautilus" is live!

This release further polishes the Octocon app's user experience and adds a bunch of new features, including polls, end-to-end encryption for journal entries, and locks for custom fields and journal entries!

Keep reading to see a quick highlight of this version's changes!

Features

🗳️ Polls

Polls are a new feature that allows your alters to vote on important decisions!

Two poll types are currently available: "vote" and "choice." Vote polls let alters vote between "Yes," "No", "Abstain," and (optionally) "Veto," while choice polls let you make your own choices!

Access polls by opening the navigation drawer with the button in the top-left or by swiping right anywhere in the app.

🔐 End-to-end encryption

We take the security of your data extremely seriously, which is why we're proud to announce that Octocon now uses end-to-end encryption to lock down your journal entries!

Next time you attempt to journal, you'll be prompted to set up encryption, and will be given a recovery code.

Write this code down somewhere safe, like a physical piece of paper! You'll need it to if you uninstall the app or log in on another device.

Once set up, all journal entries you write will be encrypted on your device before being sent to our servers. This makes it literally impossible for both the Octocon team (and hackers, in the case of a data breach) to look at your data.

All previously written journal entries will not be encrypted, but you can encrypt them by simply making a small change and saving them again.

This doesn't necessarily mean that your journal entries were unsafe before! We make every effort to keep our servers secure and our team never looks at user data; this is just a safeguard to make your sensitive data essentially bulletproof.

Please note that - by design - if you lose your recovery code after setting up encryption, it is impossible for us to recover your data! You'll have to start all over again.

🔒 Journal entry & custom field locks

Journal entries and custom fields can now be "locked," ensuring that you can't view them accidentally if you're not in the right headspace!

Upon being locked, journal entries will force you to tap a button three times to confirm that you'd like to open it.

Similarly, locked custom fields will be blurred until tapping them three times.

Other

A new onboarding screen has been added to help new users understand the app's functionality and point them towards our community.

All links in the app are now opened using Android's "custom tabs" API. No more jank caused by opening links in a separate browser!

Journal entries can now be "pinned" to keep them at the top of the list.

A new mode to change front (swiping further left on an alter to set as main front instead of swiping right).

You can keep the old functionality by using the "Swipe (Bidirectional)" change front mode instead!

Changes

Alters and tags now have their UI split into tabs to more easily sift through information.

Complex alter data (like descriptions and custom fields) is now loaded lazily to reduce the app's initial loading time and bandwidth usage, especially for larger systems.

Various elements of the UI have been reworked, especially regarding effective use of color.

The settings screen has been organized into multiple separate screens.

The bottom navigation bar now collapses when scrolling down (this can be disabled in the settings).

Fixes

The app should no longer crash in the case of a temporary network outage, or upon startup if you have no connection at all.

Friend data is now kept in a cache while navigating through their profile, which greatly reduces the amount of loading screens.

This is just a highlight of the many changes this update brings! You can view a full changelog in our official Discord server.

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mehdidehnabi · 2 months ago

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How to Remove or Disable YouTube on Samsung Devices

If you're looking to remove the YouTube app from your Samsung device, it's important to note that YouTube is often a pre-installed system app, which means it cannot be completely uninstalled through standard methods. However, there are several approaches you can take to disable or remove it from your device.

1. Disable the YouTube App

Disabling the app prevents it from running and removes it from your app drawer.

Open Settings.

Navigate to Apps.

Scroll down and select YouTube.

Tap on Disable.

Confirm by tapping Disable again.

While in the YouTube app settings, tap on Storage.

Select Clear Data and Clear Cache.

This method doesn't uninstall the app but prevents it from running and frees up storage space.

2. Remove YouTube Using ADB (Advanced Users)

For a more permanent solution, you can use Android Debug Bridge (ADB) to uninstall the app. This method requires a computer and some technical knowledge.

Steps:

Enable Developer Options on Your Phone:

Go to Settings > About phone.

Tap on Build number seven times to activate Developer Mode.

Return to Settings and access Developer options.

Enable USB debugging.

Set Up ADB on Your Computer:

Download and install the Minimal ADB and Fastboot tool.

Connect Your Phone to the Computer:

Use a USB cable to connect your device.

When prompted on your phone, allow USB debugging.

Uninstall YouTube via ADB:

Open the ADB command interface on your computer.

Enter the following command to list connected devices: nginxCopyEditadb devices

Once your device is recognized, enter: cssCopyEditadb shell pm uninstall --user 0 com.google.android.youtube

This command removes the YouTube app for the current user. Note that this method doesn't delete the app from the system partition, so a factory reset might restore it.

3. Remove Your YouTube Account

If your goal is to disassociate your account from the YouTube app:

Open the YouTube app.

Tap on your profile icon in the top right corner.

Select Manage your Google Account.

Navigate to the Data & privacy tab.

Scroll down and tap on Delete a Google service.

Enter your password when prompted.

Next to YouTube, click the trash bin icon.

Follow the on-screen instructions to permanently delete your YouTube account.

Be aware that this action will delete all your YouTube data, including playlists, subscriptions, and history.

⚠️ Important Considerations

System Apps: YouTube is often a system app on Samsung devices, meaning it can't be fully uninstalled without rooting your device.

Rooting Risks: Rooting can void your warranty and may lead to security vulnerabilities. Proceed with caution.

Alternative Solutions: If you want to limit YouTube usage without removing it, consider setting up Parental Controls or using Digital Wellbeing features to restrict access.

By following these methods, you can effectively remove or disable the YouTube app on your Samsung device, depending on your needs and technical comfort level.

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Chapter 7 "The Altar of Spirits"

Word count: 5,794

Harry x Anastasia || Fanfic series

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A sudden, urgent knocking jerks me awake. I sit bolt upright, the blankets sliding down to my waist as Matthew storms into the room, flicking on the harsh lights. "Christ," I groan, shielding my eyes from the glaring brightness. "What's going on?" My voice is thick with sleep, puzzled at his intrusion at this ungodly hour.

"Where's Anastasia?" he asks directly.

"In bed?" I reply, my voice muffled as I reach out to feel her side of the bed. "Anna?" Her name slips out as I encounter nothing but cold, empty sheets. Alarm prickles up my spine as I quickly throw off the covers and swing my legs out of bed, facing Matthew with a growing sense of unease. "Anastasia?" I call out again, pushing open the bathroom door and flicking on the light. The room is empty.

I spin around to face Matthew, my confusion turning into worry. "Where is she? What's happening?"

"That's why I'm here. She's supposed to be with you."

"But she was," I insist, memories of her sleeping peacefully next to me an hour ago still vivid in my mind. "Could she have gone to her mother's room?"

Matthew shakes his head. "No, the Queen is asleep, and Oliver has been guarding her door."

Frantically, I grab my phone from the nightstand, dialling Anastasia’s number as panic sets in. One, two, three rings... then straight to voicemail. Damn it.

"Get someone to check the cameras. Monitor every room," I command, quickly pulling on a jacket and shoes. I toss my phone to Matthew. "Use the tracking app; it should show her last known location. Might help us find her in this damn palace."

"Harry, she left the palace."

"What?" I stare at him, my heart skipping a beat.

"She left. Her phone has her at a club."

"A club?" I repeat, incredulity mixing with a surge of adrenaline. I shake my head, trying to process this. "What do we do now?"

"You're the head of security," I remind him pointedly. "Why are you asking me?"

"She is your girlfriend—" he starts, and I cut him off with an impatient gesture.

"I want the palace on lockdown. No one in or out without our say-so. You handle the protocols; I'm going to find her," I declare, grabbing my keys, wallet, and pistol from the bedside drawer. "Keep the press out of this, and have half the security team ready to move out. We need to secure the area and find her."

"Should we keep calling her?"

I shake my head. "No. She won't answer."

"Do you think she's spiralling?"

"Possibly," I admit, the thought tightening my chest. "You would be too if you were being handed straight jackets."

It’s unlike Anastasia to sneak off like this, especially not through the palace tunnels at night. She’s clever and knows them well—well enough to navigate them unseen. The question now is why she left, and what happened to make her take such a drastic step. My worry for her safety grows as we prepare to step out into the night, uncertain of what we might find.

** ** **

The club is a cacophony of flashing neon lights and pulsating beats, a sensory overload assaulting my every sense. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the crowd moves like a single organism, bodies undulating rhythmically to the thumping bass that seems to echo through the very walls. It’s the kind of place that feels alive, each pulse of the strobe lights casting everyone in sharp, surreal relief before plunging them back into shadow. People shout to be heard over the music, their laughter and screams mingling with the sounds of clinking glasses and the occasional clatter of a dropped bottle.

My phone vibrates against my hip, pulling me out of my reverie. I fish it out, hoping it’s Anastasia, but it's Matthew instead.

"Go to the bartender and tell him you want a shot of Lavender."

Curious but too tired to question it, I push my way through the throng of club-goers. The heat from their bodies is oppressive, a stark contrast to the cool air that blasts intermittently from somewhere above. Making my way to the bar is a battle, each step forward hard-earned as I dodge elbows and avoid spilling drinks.

Finally, I reach the bar, its surface sticky under my fingers as I signal the bartender. "A shot of Lavender," I tell him over the din.

He nods, understanding immediately, and motions for me to follow him to a quieter part of the bar. He opens a hidden door beside the stacks of glasses and bottles, ushering me into a small, dimly lit room. It's like stepping into another world, the music muffled and distant, the air cooler and less stifling.

"I tried to keep her out of the public eye," he explains as he closes the door behind us. "A few people saw her, but I just told them it was my sister from Manchester."

"Thank you for not publicizing her," I express my gratitude with a nod.

Inside, Anastasia is slumped against the wooden panelling of the room, her heels discarded and her stockings torn. It’s a stark image, one that underlines her vulnerability. Despite my rising irritation and concern, I crouch beside her, my anger diffusing at the sight of her distress. "Hey, baby," I whisper, gently pushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You ready to go home?"

Anastasia shakes her head, a lost look in her eyes. "Where's home? The palace isn't home."

"Sweetheart..." I begin, my heart aching at her tone. She looks at her hands, twisted together in her lap, her voice filled with sorrow. "Home is wherever you make it, sweetheart. Home isn't just four walls. Home is where you are. Let's get you back to the palace and in bed."

"Home is with you," she murmurs, her voice weary. “So many rules and regulations for the new Queen, and nobody stopped to ask how I feel about this.” She looks up at me, her eyes sad yet defiant. “For once, I was normal,” she adds softly. “Just another drunk girl at the bar chasing tequila with a lime.”

I can't help but give a small, knowing smile. "Can you stand up and walk?" I ask.

She nods, and I wrap an arm around her waist, helping her to her feet. She stumbles slightly, gripping me tightly. "Fuckin' hell," I mutter under my breath, holding her close to stabilize her. "How much have you drank?" I ask, concerned by how much she's leaning on me for support

Anna lifts her shoulders into a nonchalant shrug, "Until the card stopped."

"What card?" I curiously ask.

"Yours," Anastasia responds honestly, "Can't use mine, it'll track me."

“Good to know you used my funds instead of the royal funds,” I sigh, shaking my head as I guide her away from behind the bar and we use a back exit to avoid the public.

I get Anastasia out the door and we stumble across the stone pavements of a rear alley. I let out a heavy breath as we have a moment to stop. I shrug my jacket off my shoulders and I slide it up her arms, the windchill dancing between us. If she contrived to find a manner to sneak out and go to a bar, I would have thought she had enough sense to at least clasp a jacket of some sort.

I fumble with my phone, managing to dial Matthew with one hand while my other arm securely wraps around Anastasia, who's swaying unsteadily beside me. "She's hammered, can barely keep her feet," I murmur into the phone, asking, "Where's the nearest exit with a car?"

"I am not hammered," Anastasia retorts, her words slurring slightly. She makes a half-hearted attempt to pull away from my grasp. "I want another drink," she declares, eyeing the bar longingly through the dim light of the hidden room.

I tighten my grip on her jacket to keep her close. "Not tonight, love," I tell her gently but firmly.

She huffs, a mix of frustration and disappointment crossing her flushed face. “You're such a bore,” she complains, her attempt at indignation falling slightly flat due to her inebriated state.

“You’re not the first to tell me that,” I reply, managing a chuckle despite the situation. “Probably won't be the last, dear.”

"Look, I just want to feel normal for a bit longer," Anastasia pleads, her eyes meeting mine with a desperate glint. "Just one more hour, Harry. Let me have this."

The raw honesty in her voice tugs at my heart. I glance back at the bustling club through the ally doorway—its chaotic allure starkly evident. The pulsating lights, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses all paint a picture of escapism, a temporary sanctuary from the pressures that weigh her down.

I pull the phone away from my ear for a moment, covering the receiver. “Matthew, give us a moment,” I say quietly, then focus back on Anastasia. “Anna, this isn’t a good idea.”

“Neither is our relationship but here we are.”

"Alright, thirty minutes," I relent, my words drawing a surprised but pleased smile from her. "But we stick together. Deal?"

"Deal!" she agrees eagerly, her earlier frustration melting into a relieved grin.

"Let’s find a quieter spot, though. Somewhere you can still enjoy the night without it spinning out of control," I suggest, leading her back toward the bar but choosing a less crowded corner where we can keep to ourselves and I can keep an eye on her.

Matthew's voice buzzes through the phone again, and I assure him, "We’re staying a bit longer. Have a car ready in thirty minutes."

I settle Anastasia into a more secluded booth, ordering her water and a mild cocktail to sate her desire to keep the night going without adding fuel to the fire. I stay close, my presence hopefully enough to remind her of the limits we agreed on, all while allowing her this small escape she seems to need so desperately tonight.

Anastasia’s words hang between us, laced with a poignant mix of freedom and resignation. “It’s nice not to be a caged bird,” she begins, her gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance, a reflective note in her voice. “How bittersweet this will never happen again.”

She picks up the lime wedge delicately, her attention briefly caught by the gleam of the tequila shot in front of her. “Oh, God save the queen,” she mutters almost humorously, yet the undertone is tinged with sadness. With practised ease, she licks the salt from the rim of the glass, downs the tequila in one smooth motion, and bites into the lime, not even flinching at the sharpness of the flavours.

Anastasia's eyes twinkle with a blend of challenge and playfulness as she holds up another shot of tequila, urging me to join her. I hesitate, shaking my head initially. "I'm working," I remind her, trying to maintain some semblance of responsibility amid the night's abandon.

"No, you're my boyfriend right now, take the shot," she counters firmly, pushing the small glass towards me with a determined nod.

Seeing the determination on her face and feeling the weight of the moment—how important this small act of rebellion is to her—I relent. A shared experience, a mutual stepping away from roles and duties, if only for a second.

I take the shot from her, our fingers brushing briefly. "Just this one," I concede with a small smile, echoing her earlier movements by taking the salt, downing the tequila smoothly, and biting into the lime wedge provided. The sharpness of the liquor cuts through the tension, a brief escape encapsulated in the burn and zest.

Anastasia laughs a genuine sound that fills the air around us with warmth. For a moment, it’s just the two of us, not the future queen and her consort, but two people sharing a moment of genuine connection amid the chaos of life that awaits outside the club's pulsating walls. Maybe this is exactly what she needed—to feel seen and joined in her moment of normalcy, no matter how fleeting

Anna looks at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her words laced with gentle teasing. "You know, you always seem so stiff and guarded, like you're permanently on security duty. Don't you ever loosen up and have some fun?"

I pause for a moment, considering her point. "I do have fun," I reply defensively. "I play golf."

"And how often does that happen?" she probes further, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

I shrug slightly, acknowledging the rarity of such moments. "Whenever I get some free time. Sometimes a few pals and I manage to catch an early morning tee time."

"Hmm, sounds like it doesn't happen often enough," Anna remarks, her tone light but her eyes conveying a deeper concern for my well-being amidst my responsibilities. "You should play more," Anna says casually, lining up another shot of tequila. Her words are easy, but her actions suggest she's far from done with the night.

"And who would sit and watch you while you do everything a queen isn't supposed to do?" I ask, half-joking, half-serious. It's my job to look out for her, after all.

Anna chuckles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "Hopefully nobody, that way I'd be left to my own devices."

"Yeah, that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen," I retort, shaking my head slightly. "And I think you've had enough," I add, more firmly this time.

I catch the attention of a waitress passing by and subtly gesture for her to stop serving Anna any more alcohol. “And there we go with you being a bore.”

“You are drunk my love,” I respond.

“I want to do fun things,” Anna sighs.

“Such as?” I curiously question.

“Normal fun things. Like playing golf, going to Coachella, and the Met Gala.”

I chuckle, “Only one of those things is normal.” I point out, shaking my head humorously.

“The golfing?” Anna cocks her head to the side.

“Well, your everyday normal folk don’t go to the Met Gala or Coachella.”

Anastasia shrugs her shoulders, “You get my point.”

“We need to leave.”

“I disagree,” Anna shakes her head, mischievously moving closer to me and placing her hand on my thigh, "There are many other things we could do instead of leaving."

Anna's playful defiance brings a brief smile to my face, even as I remain aware of our surroundings and her state. Her hand rests lightly on my thigh, her touch teasing and her tone suggestive.

"I'm sure there are," I acknowledge, my voice low, matching her playful mood but still threaded with concern. "But you're not exactly in the best state to make those decisions right now."

She pouts slightly, a hint of challenge still sparkling in her eyes. "Maybe not," she concedes with a sigh, "but it's not often I get to forget all the rules." Anna shrugs dismissively, a flash of defiance in her eyes. “Eh, Fuck ‘em. It's probably better they see me like this than how they're trying to portray me anyway. I overheard Syrus the other day, muttering about how I'm unfit for the crown, questioning my mental capacity for it. And then they hand me the straight jacket in France.”

Her words are flippant, but there’s an underlying edge of bitterness that tells me how deeply those comments have cut. Anna's laugh has a hollow ring to it as she continues, "Before I know it, he'll be saying I'm insane." She shakes her head slightly, her voice tinged with sarcasm and weariness. "And maybe I am, for thinking that getting drunk is more fun than living another hour of royalty."

The playful facade briefly cracks, revealing the weight of the pressures she's under. I reach out, gently taking her hand, and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're not insane," I say firmly. "You're just human. Everyone needs an escape now and then. It doesn't make you any less capable or deserving of your future role."

Anna throws her head back with a cackle, “You’re insane if you believe the monarchy cares that I am only human,” she rolls her eyes, leaning in closer and kissing my cheek— in public— oh, no.

“Anna,” I swallow hard as she moves to kiss my neck. “You’re in public.”

“Thank you for stating the obvious,” Anna responds, her breath tapping my skin delicately.

I clear my throat and subtly move away from her warm body, standing to my feet and offering her my hand, “It’s time we leave.”

Anna cocks her head to the side, refusing to give me her hand, “And where are we going? Because I only have one destination.” She winks, giving me her ‘Come hither’ eyes.

“To the Palace where—“

“Where do I belong?” Anna instantly cuts me off with a heavy huff. Fuck— wrong words. “I want you.”

“Right here? Right now?” I question, “That would be indecent exposure.” Anna again rolls her eyes, not seeming to care. “Anna, you’re drunk and we need to leave.”

Anastasia stands abruptly, ignoring my outstretched hand, her voice thick with intoxication. “Doesn’t change that I want you—all to myself.”

“You have me,” I assure her, coaxing a small smile as I guide her toward the club exit.

She shakes her head, stepping into the cool night air. “But I don’t have you, not really.”

“It’s starting to rain,” I note, just as the first drops begin to fall, but she barely hears me. “You do,” I insist, trying to reassure her, but she’s spiralling, lost in a sea of drunken doubts as she turns around from me. I don’t blame her— I sometimes find myself swirling around those thoughts, finding them at the bottom of a whiskey glass.

As the rain intensifies, soaking through our clothes, I spin her around to face me. She slams into my chest, her hair plastered to her face, my shirt clinging to my skin. “I don’t have you, and if I do it’s only in secret,” she says, pushing against me with unsteady hands.

I catch her wrists gently, looking into her eyes. “You have me, whether in private or public, in secret or not. I’m at your mercy!” I declare, my voice raised over the sound of the rain pelting around us. I’ll do anything for this woman and she just won’t see it. She’s blind to the love and devotion I truly have for her. I’ll do anything for the woman who stands in front of me. Anything.

Anastasia breaks away suddenly, staggering into the downpour. "I don't have you!" she cries out, her voice nearly lost to the sound of the heavy rain.

I chase after her, my heart pounding as I watch her blurred figure moving hazily through the thick sheets of water. "Anastasia, wait!" I call out, but the storm swallows my words.

She's a few feet ahead, and I push harder, the rain pelting me, soaking through my clothes, chilling me to my core. I hate being cold and wet. I finally catch up, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face me. She collides into my chest with a soft thud, her breath erratic, her eyes wild with emotion.

“Don’t force me back to that hell!” Anastasia pleads, her voice cracking as tears mingle with the relentless rain washing over her face.

Pausing to catch my breath, I hold her closer, the urgency in her eyes cutting through the storm's chaos. “Anna, where do you want me to take you?” I ask, my words almost swallowed by the rumble of thunder.

“Home is where you are. I want to be with you,” she whispers, her voice desperate, clinging to the moment between us as if it were a lifeline.

“You are with me,” I reassure her, my grip tightening, determined to protect her from any more pain.

But she shakes her head, disbelief etched across her features, just as the headlights of an approaching car break through the darkness, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The light illuminates her face, highlighting her turmoil and the raw emotion in her eyes.

Anastasia’s eyes are tormented pools reflecting the storm above us as she wrestles with the emotions threatening to overwhelm her. The rain is relentless, soaking us, and her trembling hands clutch at my shirt as if trying to anchor herself in the tempest.

"I can't," she sobs, her voice breaking over the roar of the rain. "You say I have you, but every moment hides a shadow, every whisper a doubt! How can this be real when everything feels like a secret?"

Who’d have thought: that drunk Anastasia could be poetic?

Her plea cuts deep, her desperation manifesting in the raw edge of her voice and the frantic grip of her fingers. I pull her closer.

"Listen to me, Anastasia," I implore, my words fierce with my own raw emotion. "This—us—it’s the realest thing I've ever known. You’re not just a part of my life; you are my life. So listen carefully when I tell you: You have me without any doubts, this is real and it’s okay to allow it.”

Tears mix with the rain on her cheeks, her gaze searching mine for the assurance her heart desperately needs. “But if it’s real, why does it hurt so much?” she whispers, her voice barely audible against the clamour of the storm.

"Because the most real things do hurt," I admit, pressing my forehead against hers, sharing in the storm's assault, in the vulnerability of this moment. "They hurt because they matter, Anastasia. And you matter more to me than anything..." … “I told you I’d burn the monarchy down for you— I’ll do anything for you.”

Finally, she nods, her body yielding against mine as the barriers between us wash away with the rain. A black car stops beside us, Matthew stepping out holding an umbrella as he ushers us both into the warmth of the car.

I slump in the back seat of the car, my clothes clinging to my skin, soaked from the rain. The pattering of the rain against the car windows mirrors the turmoil inside me. Sometimes, I feel like I'm falling—plunging into a deep abyss of emotions and troubled waters I'm not sure how to navigate. I love this woman with every fibre of my being, and although I told Anna that it hurts because it matters, a part of me wonders—am I wrong? Should love hurt this much?

I can't deny the pain—it's there, deep and gnawing. It hurts knowing I might never fully fit into the world she wants me in, that our love must hide in the shadows even though we guard it so tenderly. It hurts to see Anna, so full of life, break down over a situation that promises so much yet offers so little to those who hold it closest.

I envisioned love as a gentle, seamless current, akin to a warm summer breeze caressing the ocean shore. It should feel comforting, imbued with peace and surrounded by the serenity of crystal-clear waters lapping at your feet. Love ought to be like seagulls soaring high with wings outstretched, and like jubilant children sculpting sandcastles with gleeful abandon. Yet, sometimes, love morphs into something more tumultuous; the waters turn fierce, the seagulls find their wings clipped—not caged but restricted—and the sandcastles crumble to mere piles of sand, remnants of what was once a splendid creation now washed away. What starts as something beautiful can, at times, crumble and fall into nothing.

*** ***

The security chambers have taken most of my attention, in a way, it has been a way to escape and take a minute to breathe and compose my thoughts and feelings. The raging storm outside seems to mimic the raging storm inside the palace.

I glance over towards the cameras, making sure nothing strange is happening. The workers are doing their duties and bustling around the palace and from what I can see, Anastasia is still in her room.

I tap my fingers against the desk and cock my head to the side, the sudden realization of things jostling me.

The door to the chambers opens and I glare towards the door but I instantly adjust my stare as Matthew walks in with a well-dressed woman who walks with power and authority.

"You're busy, I see," the woman smiles and I close my laptop before standing to my feet to greet her.

"I am, Prime Minister, and what do I owe this visit?" I offer her my hand to shake. This woman gets on my nerves.

"We need to talk, it is the protocol, considering the events of things." She trails off, referencing only God knows what.

Matthew clears his throat and looks at me, "Harry, I will be heading to Anna's room if you need me," Matthew informs me, his eyes glancing down to his left wrist at his watch, a small indication for me to make this a prompt visit and conversation.

I nod my head, "Please, get her to eat something, it is noon and she hasn't gotten out of bed."

"I will do my best," Matthew responds before exiting the chambers, leaving me with the Prime Minister who I don’t desire to be left alone with.

"Before I have to talk to you about your protocol, I have a question, if I may?" I softly ask, doing my best not to sound like a dick.

She nods her head, permitting me to continue, "Why do you always show up at the most inconvenient time?” I question.

Pippa chuckles and shrugs her shoulders, “Same reason you act like we have never seen each other outside of these walls.”

“I mean,” I begin, “I was drunk, so I don’t consider it a night to remember.”

I bend my head, deciding now isn't the time to ask more questions, I need to get back to working and figuring things out. "What are you here for?" I challenge.

"We need to discuss the King."

I immediately shake my head, not desiring to discuss the King. I don’t trust Pippa. "All due respect, but no." My words are straight to the point and blunt.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you,” she hums, beginning to walk away.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, no.” Pippa shakes her head, “You are busy.”

“Pippa,” I sigh, “Don’t play games.”

Pippa wearily sighs, almost as if I am inconveniencing her. "Do you think she's fit to be Queen? Have you seen the papers?" Pippa reveals to me her phone that has the headlines of Anastasia's drunken night out at the bar.

I stare at the screen and mentally roll my eyes. Once Pippa leaves, I'll be making sure to communicate with my sister before calculating a means to shine things in a better light. Perhaps I'll release to the journalists that Anastasia has a doppelgänger, I don't know, I will have to get creative to hide Anna's drunken antics.

I have seen the headlines and the papers, but that doesn't define Anastasia. Anastasia is not what the media writes about her, Anastasia isn't defined by what the people think or say.

"She is the best one for the throne. You know this."

"Do I?”

“Would you get to the point?”

“When her father abdicates, Syrus is going to have a field day with Anna.” … “Harry, she doesn't want to be Queen. She never has wanted this. She wants to abolish the monarchy, she isn't fit to be Queen at the moment. Syrus will play on that."

“Why are you telling me this?”

Pippa gives a nonchalant shrug, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I see what's on the horizon," she says coyly. "Consider yourself forewarned."

"That's cryptic," I remark, unamused by her vagueness.

"Oh, a little charm might loosen my lips," she suggests with a playful wink. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a more private setting?"

I narrow my eyes, uninterested in her game. "Or, you could show yourself out and leave me in peace," I retort firmly.

Pippa's smile widens as she steps closer, her red nails tracing a line down my white button-down shirt. "Oh, but baby, what fun would that be?" she purrs, her fingers deftly flicking open one of my buttons. "Nobody’s down here, we could..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a mischievous grin.

I meet her advance with a sarcastic smile, nodding. "We could continue your little game," I say, my hands gently grasping her wrist and guiding it away from my shirt, "But I’m not interested."

"Oh, why?" She teases, her voice a playful taunt. "The palace staff all say you’re single."

I chuckle lightly, shaking my head. "The staff also place bets on who can eat the most scones at tea time, so I wouldn’t put much stock in what they say."

"So, you’re not single?" She raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"That’s none of your business," I reply firmly, setting clear boundaries in our interaction.

"I will be in touch soon, will you be escorting me out?" Pippa asks and I shake my head.

"I cannot, Oliver will escort you out, he is at the door, I will let you out," I inform her, walking towards the steel door and swiping my card through the system to open it.

"Oliver," I seize his attention and he walks closer to me, "Please escort the Prime Minister safely to the car in waiting, when you are done, you will come back," I command Oliver intently before descending back into the security room and closing the door, more than delighted to have a few more minutes to myself to recompose the thoughts that are racing through me.

Later That Night.

I unlock the door to Anastasia's bedroom and am taken aback to find her propped up in bed, her back against the headboard, completely absorbed in a book.

Quietly closing the door behind me, I proceed into the room, busying myself with removing my watch and emptying my pockets. Anastasia doesn’t look up, her gaze fixed firmly on her reading.

“You know, most people say hello when someone walks into the room,” I chuckle, drawing her attention away from the pages.

“I’m sorry, I was—” she begins.

“In another world,” I interject with a laugh, “It’s all good,” I reassure her. “Haven’t heard much from you today, how are you doing? Besides recovering from last night's tequila.”

“It feels like I’m living The Life of Saint Barbara,” Anastasia says, gesturing broadly before tossing her book aside.

I pause, puzzled by her reference, “I’m not following. Who’s Barbara?”

Rolling her eyes, Anastasia explains, “Her father locked her in a tower to keep her isolated and away from any suitors, and she was eventually executed for her faith.”

“Oh,” I exhale, “Feeling a bit like Rapunzel, are you?” I attempt to keep a straight face; the comparison seems a bit much.

She shrugs nonchalantly, “Something like that.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Lucky for you, you can’t just let down your hair for men to climb up here.” I glance around the room. “Besides, you know you’re free to leave your room.”

“And do what? Wander the palace grounds?” she retorts. “You’ve got the place on lockdown.”

“Well,” I admit, “you disappearing didn’t exactly help.”

“You’re making it sound like I should keep drinking,” she half-jokes. “You also gave me permission.”

“Only after I found you and could keep an eye on things,” I point out. “You wanted a bit of normalcy, so I relaxed the rules to give you a few more moments to enjoy.” I pause for a moment. “Comparing yourself to a beheaded saint might be stretching it a bit,” I comment.

She shrugs again, “Maybe I am a bit dramatic.”

My gaze drifts to where the tea cart usually stands, equipped with coffee, tea, and sometimes a little something stronger. “Where’s the tea... and the alcohol?”

“They were removed—just in case I tried to escape. No alcohol is allowed in here anymore. The lady's maids took everything away.”

I raise a brow and take my phone out of my pants pocket, my fingers swift to unlock my phone but I look towards Anna, "How do I signal for your lady's maid at this hour?" I question, unsure of how to contact them without physically walking to find one.

Anastasia points to a button on the wall next to her bed, and I raise an eyebrow, "Isn't that supposed to be for emergencies?"

"No, that one summons the staff; the red button is for emergencies."

"I'm aware of the red one," I reply curtly. "Go ahead and press it, call your staff up here," I suggest, shifting my attention back to my phone.

She presses the button and then looks at me quietly. "I've talked to Pippa."

"I'm aware," she acknowledges.

Before she can continue, there are two soft knocks at the door, and a lady-in-waiting enters with a polite smile. "Your majesty," she says, positioning her hands in front of her, ready for instructions.

"Hello," Anna greets her. "He asked for you, not me." She gestures toward me.

"I'd appreciate it if you could bring back the tea and whiskey that were previously here, along with any other items that have been removed," I request with a friendly smile.

"Sir, I'm not permitted to serve alcohol to the Princess."

"It's not for her," I clarify, "It's for me. I've had a rather taxing day and could use a strong drink. She isn’t too be treated like a caged animal, bring her what was taken."

"Of course, sir, I'll bring it right up," the lady responds promptly, exiting the room.

Turning back to Anna, I ask, "What prompted you to go to a bar and drink?"

Anna falls silent for a moment, her shoulders lifting in a hesitant shrug—a behaviour uncharacteristic of her usual openness. "Anna? What happened?"

"Pippa threatened to expose our relationship if I didn't comply."

"She set you up?"

Anna nods. "I think someone is pressuring her to push me into acting out of character."

"What leads you to believe that?"

After a moment of silence, Anna exhales deeply. "I overheard Syrus berating her earlier in the tunnels." … “Can we just go to bed?” Anna dismisses the conversion, not giving me much of an option when it comes to discussing things further

I take a breath as a woman knocks on the door, stepping in and handing me a glass of whiskey, “As you like it,” she smiles before placing a bottle of whiskey on the cart.

I nod, “Thank you,” I watch as she walks out of the quarters, and I take a sip of my drink. “Anna,” I grapes her attention as she pulls at the covers and wiggles amongst the sheets of the bed. “We can’t just ignore everything.”

“I’m not.” She responds, “I don’t want to be apart of this world anymore, but I have no choice and it’s only going to drag you down. So, I don’t want to talk about any of this at the moment. Can we pick it up in the morning?” Anna offers, another sip of whiskey gracing my lips and I nod.

All I can do in the moment is nod— I’m going to be dragged down but I am not going to give up without a fight.

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flutter steps :

Last week work:

SECTION 1: Getting Started with Flutter :

1.1 - Course Overview

1.2 - Flutter Installation

1.3 - Creating Your First Flutter App

1.4 - Introduction to Flutter UI Widgets

1.5 - Organizing Flutter Code

1.6 - Working with Logic in Flutter

SECTION 2: Building User Interfaces :

2.1 - Understanding Stateless Widgets

2.2 - Adding Images in Flutter

2.3 - Adding Icons in Flutter

2.4 - Creating Containers in Flutter

2.5 - Working with Buttons

2.6 - Implementing an Appbar

2.7 - Using Row, Column, and Expanded Widgets

2.8 - Creating ListViews and ListView.builder

2.9 - Implementing a Navigation Drawer

2.10 - Adding a Floating Action Button

2.11 - Working with the Stack Layout Widget

2.12 - Creating Custom Widgets

SECTION 3: Managing State and Navigation:

3.1 - Introduction to Stateful Widgets

3.2 - Navigation in Flutter (Push and Pop)

3.3 - TextFields and TextFormFields

3.4 - Implementing Checkboxes

3.5 - Using Radio Buttons

3.6 - Working with Dropdown Buttons

3.7 - Building a Complete Form Flutter App

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shideh-motia · 2 years ago

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Tips to Prevent Losing Your Belongings at Home

Have you ever found yourself frantically searching for your keys, struggling to remember where you put them, or misplacing important items like your Costco card? It's a common dilemma that many of us face, but fear not! Here are some practical tips to help you prevent losing your belongings and maintain a more organized home:

Designated Spots: Create designated spots for frequently used items like keys, sunglasses, and your Costco card. Designating a specific place for these items makes it easier to remember where they are and prevents you from searching all over the house.

Labeling: Consider labeling storage containers or drawers where you keep various items. This simple practice helps you quickly identify the contents and locate what you need.

Organize by Category: Group similar items together. For example, store all your important documents in one folder or drawer and keep all your electronic gadgets in the same area. This way, you're less likely to lose track of them.

Declutter Regularly: A clutter-free space is easier to navigate. Regularly decluttering your home and getting rid of items you no longer need can reduce the chances of misplacing things in the mess.

Digital Records: For important documents, consider creating digital backups. Scanning and storing digital copies of documents like passports, IDs, and membership cards can be a lifesaver if the physical copies go missing.

Use a Reminder System: Make use of technology to set reminders for yourself. Many smartphones have built-in reminder apps that can help you keep track of tasks and items you need for the day.

Establish Routines: Incorporate regular routines into your daily life. For instance, always put your keys in the same place as soon as you walk in the door. Consistency can help form good habits and reduce the risk of losing items.

Minimalist Approach: Consider adopting a minimalist lifestyle by reducing the number of possessions you own. The fewer items you have, the less there is to lose, and the easier it is to keep track of what you own.

Lost and Found Area: Create a designated "lost and found" area in your home where you place items that are found out of place. This way, you can quickly locate them when you need them.

Regular Checks: Make it a habit to conduct regular checks for misplaced items. Even if you think you haven't lost anything, a quick once-over of your home can save you time and frustration in the long run.

By implementing these strategies, you can reduce the likelihood of losing your belongings and maintain a more organized and stress-free living space. Remember, a little organization and mindfulness go a long way in preventing those moments of frustration when you can't find what you need.

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flutteragency · 1 year ago

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Navigation in flutter – how to add stack, tab, and drawer navigators to your apps - Flutter Agency

If we design or develop apps, we have to focus on the type of navigation used. Of course, as a developer, it is a must to try Flutter as the best framework. Here, the flutter web app development takes full pledge guidance regarding adding stack, tab and drawer navigation to your apps professionally.

There are 3 types of navigation used in the common for all apps. Flutter is supportive in focusing on these types which is similar to how to do in the other apps. They are rather focused on navigation into the Flutter app. When building a Flutter app, you have to learn about the types of navigation used in design and development.

Types of navigation you must know

When you develop apps, you must notice the basic three types of navigation in detail. However, developers are keen on guiding the use of the navigation types accordingly.

Stack Navigation

Tab Navigation

Drawer Navigation

What is stack navigation?

Stack navigation in Flutter is nothing but adding or removing pages or screens by stacking new pages of existing ones. If the developer has to move to a new screen, the current screen might push into the navigation stack.

When you return to the top screen it pops off the stack immediately. So, this type of navigation is mainly useful for hierarchical and linear flows within app design and development.

What is tab navigation?

Of course, tabs are a staple in the design or development of mobile app navigation. Hence, it allows users to find out switches and enable them to focus on the current context. The flutter makes it easy to find tabbed navigation within built-in widgets such as TabBar, and TabBarView.

They are integrating into the beautiful and functional tab navigation experience. It is mainly perfect for organizing content into logical sections. You have to create a unique look and design for your app.

What is drawer navigation?

The drawer navigation is nothing but a pattern which includes a hamburger menu or side menu. It is a familiar navigation style which includes the design and development of mobile apps.

It consists of hidden panels which slide out with the screen or reveal the menu with dynamic navigation options. Hence, it consists of a space-saving technique which is visible and provides easy access.

How to build the tab navigation

Of course, flutter app design and development using drawer and tab navigations are found at the top. Developers have to press the button in the first tab and take them to the next page via the stack navigator.

Tab navigation in flutter

Creating a class named HomePage has to be embedded in the build method and returned with the default tab controller widget. It has to take part in defining the 3 tabs in the lengthy property. In the bottom appBar property, users have to define icons for each tab with the body property rendering all the tabs inside it.

Then, immediately paste the code and notice if some errors may be highlighted in the VS code editor.

Create a new folder named the tabs inside the lib/directory and create the files named tab1 to tab3 in the list

If you look at the code for three navigation types you will notice the same except for the first tab and the rest continue with an additional button to disclose secrets. Then, it has to press the navigation user with the secret route as well. It will work for any error and the route must be defined yet.

The errors may be seen in the tab. dart file which sets out the resolved condition. The app must be noticed with changes in the execution time. It is because of creating a tab layout and mapping it with the main. dart file as well.

Tab layout in flutter app

In the section, don’t need to press the disclose secret button. If you press it, it shows an error and makes changes before executing the output. The navigation route should be on the press property with a button and the route is yet to be maintained secretly.

How to build the drawer navigation

The next target is to add the drawer navigation and create the files with navigation types.

drawer. dart: to show the Navigation Drawer

. dart: an option will be provided on the Drawer Navigator to navigate here

On the other hand, creating a drawer.dart file inside the library and directory has to bring touch with further results and done with tabs. Then, you have to copy the code into the drawer. dart file.

drawer. dart file

In this file, developers have to define the right class and name MyDrawer. It is helpful for them to build a method which renders the drawer widget with home and about options in the lists. Then, developers have to choose options which navigate with appropriate routes.

about. dart file

In this file, the developer has to create a class named “About” and return the scaffold widget which contains a drawer. It will define the right code before this file usage. The appBar and the body will show in the text about code again to make changes in the app design. It is because we could retrieve or link into the main. dart file.

secret. dart file

In this file, the developer has to create SecretPage and return with a text in the body. Of course, users have to identify the simple flutter widget and backlog in the above procedure. It is mainly set out defining routes now. Then, it makes sure to obtain the main. dart file and follow the importing method to the top of the file.

Update in main.dart file

By following the code, you have to check to define the MaterialApp to contain routes. It will assign key-value pairs and be able to map routes with a widget. Coders have to navigate with three routes and find key-value pairs.

/about – the route for the drawer navigator

/home – the route for the tab navigator

/secret – the route for the stack navigator

Merged tab and drawer view

By pressing the disclose secret button, you will be taken to the secret page which was created. The developer should be able to scroll with tabs smoothly and notice with an error-free execution. The back button is shown on the first screen and would help to assign navigation bars and styles of your app.

Conclusion

Finally, you will learn about the navigation in Flutter and how to add them in Flutter app design and development. Of course, the flutter web app development brings you more guidance to check and create the navigation in Flutter as well. Most apps must be developed using two or more navigation types.

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art-of-manliness · 2 years ago

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What Happened to Our Mental Bandwidth?

Does it seem like people are more tired and less motivated and ambitious these days? They do less hosting and attending of events. It’s harder to get them to volunteer to run the school carnival or participate in a church service project. Hustle culture is out; self-care is in. People seem just to want to get through life, rather than transcend it; they’re more apt to aim low rather than for the stars. If this perception of a widespread energy ebb is accurate, what’s behind it? We have a hypothesis. The Tipping Point When smartphones first started taking off, which, strange to recall given their current ubiquity, was only a decade and a half ago, the subsequent years were filled with a fair amount of concern and contemplation as to how these devices were affecting our brains, behaviors, relationships, and culture. The disruptions to our minds that technology was causing were novel, and thus easily recognizable and highly salient. And we turned to books and blogs to help us make sense of these changes and how to navigate them. Websites offered thousands of articles on how to manage the increasingly distracting pull of digital devices: Turn off notifications! Put your phone in a desk drawer while you work! Download apps that block the use of other apps! Throughout the 2010s, books like The Shallows, which offered explanations as to what technology was doing to our brains and how to control its allure, were bestsellers. Cal Newport’s Digital Minimalism was really the last significant gasp in this genre, and the year of its publication — 2019 — was really the last period where people felt determined to put a leash on their relationship with their phones. Then, a shift occurred. It started with COVID. People who had tried to avoid checking their phones too much, who had committed to not looking at them first thing in the morning, began reaching for their phones as soon as they got up and started scanning the headlines far more frequently to see what was going on. How was the virus spreading? How dangerous was it? What were the local infection numbers? The political and social unrest that also took place in 2020 only increased the number of times people checked the news and scrolled through their phones. And as more folks started working from home, their phones had to be checked not only for personal updates but professional ones, too. The last bit of distance people had tried to maintain between themselves and their devices collapsed. They surrendered to their attachment and fairly fused with their phones. Whereas they had occasionally been left in another room or not always taken in the car, phones were now kept permanently close at hand. Today, almost no one writes or thinks about how to be less distracted by your phone. It’s not that technology has stopped affecting our minds. It’s not that we no longer experience some disquiet over the effects of our phones. But because these effects are no longer novel, we experience them far less frequently and acutely. We’ve accepted their presence in our lives. We’ve become accustomed to the current state of our thoughts and behaviors. It feels like our normal. Whereas a decade ago, we could sense how our lives were being changed, now we can no longer remember what our old lives were like. The Modern Bandwidth Shortage While we may no longer be registering the impact that technology is having on our thoughts and behaviors, that impact continues as strongly as ever. Much of it centers on the fragmentation of our attention. As Dr. Gloria Mark shared on the podcast, when we switch from paying attention to one thing to paying attention to another, it takes us an average of 25 minutes to return to that original task. In that time, we do or think about two and a quarter other things, on average. “So we get interrupted, either by ourselves or by something external to us; we’re working on a second thing; we get interrupted again, so then we begin working on a third thing; we get interrupted again, [and] we start working… http://dlvr.it/SyCM5Q

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Friday, June 30th, 2023

🌟 New

You can now target your Blazed posts based on your blog’s specific language setting.

On web, when moving through feeds with the J and K keyboard shortcuts, the glow that appears is now a bit nicer to look at.

🛠 Fixed

Earlier today, password reset and verification emails were taking longer than expected to send from Tumblr, but it’s cleared up now.

On web, when using the site on a tablet device or with a narrow resized window, the navigation drawer no longer takes up a large amount of space when opened.

When using direct messaging on Tumblr in a mobile phone browser, the back button behavior is now more consistent when moving across conversations and your blogs’ inboxes.

🚧 Ongoing

We’re aware that some users are still experiencing audio from ads autoplaying (even when no ad is visible) in the mobile apps, we’re still chasing this issue down as quickly as we can.

🌱 Upcoming

We’re rolling out the ability to have more than one type of badge visible next to your blog. This option will be available in the next version of the mobile apps, and released soon on web!

Experiencing an issue? File a Support Request and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can!

Want to share your feedback about something? Check out our Work in Progress blog and start a discussion with the community.

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UX Best Practices for Android Apps That Users Will Love

A fine design is one of the precursors in the cellular app industry, but the experience is what sets one app from the other. So, the expectations of Android users have become greater than ever. A user might just pick another app for being not intuitive enough and not fast and delightful to work with.

UX is different from the visual design; it is about how a user feels when she works with the app. The blog goes through significant UX best practices that are required to be followed by Android app developers to make their app win user loyalty and gain long-term user engagement.

1. Design for Android-Specific Patterns and Guidelines

It is tempting to pursue a design workflow across platforms, but this conversion will degrade the user experience because Android has its own set of conventions. Google's Material Design guidelines establish a basis for designing apps that feel native to Android devices.

Use platform-consistent elements like Floating Action Buttons, Navigation Drawers, and Snackbar notifications.

Stick to recommended layout behaviours and spacing so users can easily interact using one hand.

The familiar UI on any Android app accepts intuitive navigation with a bottom navigation bar or gesture-based transitions.

Consistency with Android UI principles is rewarded with increased usability and Play Store visibility.

2. Prioritize Speed and Responsiveness

Even if your app is beautifully made, its beauty becomes worthless if it is slow and unresponsive. It's the urgency of users getting things done that directly links to UX.

Animations should serve a purpose and remain subtle; heavy transitions that induce lag are off the limit.

Keep your loading time first-rate through lazy loading, caching, and processing data in the background.

Whatever action the user performs should have immediate feedback-anything, even loading spinners, haptic feedback, or some cool animation that will assure users their app is on the move.

Never keep interfaces slower than 1 second, even for a single response, or users tend to abandon them.

3. Keep the Interface Clean and Clutter-Free

Simplicity equals good UX. The user must never feel like being bombarded by your app.

Use whitespace to reduce the cognitive load and present only the most important actions on a certain screen.

Icons should have clear labels, and interactive elements should be large enough to tap.

Try not to put too many unnecessary features on your screens. Progressive disclosure is the way to go: suggest more choices when necessary.

A clean interface lends attention to the user, sustains errors, and creates the feeling of free-flowing navigation.

4. Ensure Accessibility and Inclusivity

Accessibility is usually left out in any UI design attempt. Truly an app for good UX will accommodate users of all abilities and preferences.

Support screen readers and provide meaningful descriptions for images or interactive elements.

Use colors with contrasts that suit the color-blind, so they do not rely on color alone to convey critical information.

Enable font scaling so users can set font size as per their needs.

Such needs for inclusive design will not only enhance UX but also extend the reach to a larger audience.

5. Design for Battery and Data Efficiency

Unoptimized apps drain battery life and use unnecessary data, two of the biggest user deterrents.

Background services and unnecessary location tracking need to be kept to the minimum.

Compress media content; allow the content to be used offline if possible.

Keep API calls efficient in terms of responsiveness, in that they should consume the minimum amount of network resources.

Apps that respect users’ device resources are more likely to retain users over the long term.

6. Test, Iterate, and Listen to Feedback

UX is never static. The best apps, therefore, keep on evolving as per user behavior and feedback.

Use Firebase Analytics or UXCam to see the user flow and find the drop-off points.

A/B test to know what changes to the design or features the users will respond to.

Monitor reviews and in-app feedback to capture real user sentiments.

Thus, iterative design from real usage data will perpetually improve your design and offer better retention opportunities for your users.

Conclusion: Build Intuitive Apps with Expert Android App Development in Kochi

To create an Android application with great UX really needs more than just technical discipline: it requires an understanding of user behaviour, platform guidelines, and performance optimization. For an app truly loved by the users, a good development partner is required.

Globosoft being a leading Android App Development company in Kochi provides mobile applications that are user-centric and conform to the state-of-the-art UX design practices. From wireframing to post-launch analysis, Globosoft promotes smart design and functional excellence to design high-performance apps for different industries.

Whether you’re starting from scratch or revamping an existing app, Globosoft’s team can help you deliver an Android experience that is fast, accessible, and delightfully user-friendly.

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allrenoco · 18 days ago

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The Ultimate Bathroom Vanity & Cabinet Buying Guide for New York and New Jersey Homeowners

If you're a homeowner in New York or New Jersey planning a bathroom renovation, choosing the right bathroom vanity or bathroom cabinet is one of the most important decisions you'll make. These fixtures are not only essential for storage and functionality—they also set the tone for your entire bathroom’s design.

In this guide, we’ll help you navigate key decisions like style, size, materials, and installation—and show you how using the Allreno Design App can save you time, money, and costly mistakes.

Why Bathroom Vanities Matter

Bathroom vanities are more than just sinks with storage. A well-chosen vanity defines how your bathroom feels: modern, classic, compact, or luxurious. In the space-limited homes and apartments of NYC, a wall-mounted vanity with drawers can maximize floor space. In the spacious bathrooms of suburban NJ, a freestanding double-sink vanity makes a bold and functional statement.

Key Considerations When Buying

1. Size and Layout: Measure your space carefully. A 30" vanity works well in powder rooms, while 48" or 60" vanities are ideal for master bathrooms. Make sure to leave space for drawers to open and walkways to remain clear.

2. Style: From modern bathroom vanities with clean lines and matte finishes to more traditional wood finishes, the right style complements your home. Neutral tones like gray, white, and navy blue remain popular across New York and New Jersey.

3. Material: Choose materials that can handle humidity. Solid wood, engineered wood, and quartz countertops are durable choices. Avoid particleboard in high-moisture environments.

4. Storage Needs: Soft-close drawers, open shelving, or under-sink cabinets—think about what you store and how often you need access.

5. Plumbing & Installation: Wall-mounted options may require moving plumbing lines, which is more common in Brooklyn brownstones or Manhattan co-ops. Freestanding vanities are easier to install in suburban homes across New Jersey.

The New Way to Design: Allreno Design App

Renovating your bathroom can be stressful, especially when it’s hard to visualize how products will look in your space. That’s where the Allreno Design App comes in.

Here’s how Allreno helps you:

Instant Room Scanning: Use your phone to scan your bathroom using LiDAR and generate an accurate 3D model.

Smart Vanity Placement: Instantly drop different vanity sizes and colors into your design to see what fits and looks best.

Automatic Product Matching: The app recommends compatible countertops, mirrors, and faucets—all in stock and ready to ship.

Real-Time Pricing: No hidden costs. See how your choices affect total pricing instantly.

One-Click Orders: Finalize your design and place your order right from your phone or computer.

Whether you're in Manhattan or Montclair, Queens or Princeton—Allreno makes the process fast, easy, and affordable.

Final Tips

Shop smart: Always compare vanity sizes and finishes with your real space. A piece may look great online but overwhelm your room in real life.

Think resale: Neutral tones and clean designs increase appeal for future buyers in the competitive real estate markets of New York and New Jersey.

Use tech to your advantage: Tools like the Allreno Design App let you experiment risk-free and avoid expensive design mistakes.

Conclusion

Bathroom remodeling in New York and New Jersey doesn’t have to be stressful. With smart planning and the right tools, you can transform your space beautifully and efficiently. Start your renovation with the Allreno Design App today—and choose a vanity that adds both style and function to your home.

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mehdidehnabi · 1 month ago

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🔄 Resetting the Home Screen Layout

To reset the home screen layout on your Xiaomi device to its original state, follow these steps:

This process will revert your home screen to its default configuration, removing custom app arrangements, widgets, and wallpapers:

Open Settings.

Navigate to Apps.

Tap on Manage Apps.

Locate and select System Launcher.

Tap on Storage.

Choose Clear Data.

Confirm by selecting Clear All Data.

Note: The launcher may be listed under different names such as "Launcher," "Home," "Quicklaunch," or "Nova Launcher."

🧩 Restoring Missing App Icons

If certain app icons are missing from your home screen:

Swipe up from the bottom of the screen to access the App Drawer.

Find the desired app.

Press and hold the app icon.

Drag it to your preferred location on the home screen.

This method restores app icons that were removed from the home screen but not uninstalled.

⚙️ Preventing Icon Disappearance After Restart

Some MIUI versions, like MIUI 12, may cause app icons to disappear after restarting. To prevent this:

Go to Settings.

Select Home Screen.

Tap on Home Screen again.

Choose the Classic layout option.

This ensures all apps are displayed on the home screens, reducing the chance of icons disappearing.

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Flutter App Development Guide 2025: Challenges & Best Practices

Introduction

Flutter has become widely popular in the mobile development space, with an increasing following due to its cross-platform nature and one codebase that can ship to iOS, Android, web, and desktop. As technology continues to grow, developers have to keep pace with the newest best practices to develop high-quality, maintainable, and performant apps. In this guide, we will discuss the primary challenges and best practices of Flutter app development in 2025.

Flutter App Development Challenges (2025) a) App Performance Optimization

Challenge: While apps are growing more complex, keeping them fast across various devices is still a major challenge. Flutter apps, particularly complex high-graphics or high-complexity UI ones, can suffer from performance hiccups.

Solution:

Make use of Flutter De tools: The set of Flutter tools permits detailed profiling and performance analysis. Utilize it to detect UI thread jank or memory leak.

Efficient Rendering: Prevent unnecessary re-renders by employing the const keyword and good state management practices to reduce widget rebuilds.

b) Platform-Specific Customization

Challenge: Getting platform-specific looks and behaviors may be challenging, particularly when you require native-like performance or look for iOS and Android.

Solution:

Employ Platform Channels to interact with platform-specific code, allowing access to native features or behaviors.

Take advantage of the Cupertino widgets for iOS-like UI and Material widgets for Android to provide a more native experience.

c) Dependency Management and Package Compatibility

Problem: Third-party package management can become complicated as the number of packages increases, particularly when dependencies are old or unsupported for newer Flutter versions.

Solution:

Periodically audit and update your dependencies with the flutter pub outdated command.

Always use well-maintained packages with active community support and regular updates.

Use Flutter’s versioning system to ensure compatibility between Flutter versions and dependencies.

d) Complex State Management

Problem: There are many methods for state management that Flutter provides, but the choice of which one is best for the complexity of your app is paramount.

Solution:

For simple apps, Provider or River pod can be used.

For complex apps, use Bloc (Business Logic Component) or GTX, which offer more sophisticated state management features with separation of concerns.

e) Cross-Platform Testing

Challenge: Cross-platform testing across iOS, Android, Web, and Desktop can be prone to fragmentation and inconsistent behavior.

Solution:

Write unit tests for core functionality and utilize widget tests to validate UI consistency between platforms.

Employ integration tests to simulate user interactions and detect cross-platform discrepancies.

Take advantage of Firebase Test Lab or Code magic for automated testing on different devices and platforms.

Best Practices for Flutter App Development (2025)

a) Maintain the UI Responsive and Adaptive

Best Practice: Make sure the UI of the app responds to different screen sizes and orientations

Utilize Layout builder and Media query to respond to screen sizes.

Don’t hard code size or margin, and instead use Fractionally sized boxes and Flexible widgets.

Always use Scaffold with a Drawer for easy navigation and uniform user experience on mobile.

b) Use Null Safety to Prevent Errors

Best Practice: Use Dart’s null safety to the fullest, ensuring variables cannot have null values unless permitted.

This eliminates a big class of runtime errors and makes code more understandable.

c) Take Advantage of Flutter’s Hot Reload for Accelerated Iteration

Best Practice: Utilize Flutter’s hot reload to witness the changes without having to restart the application. This saves plenty of development time and enhances productivity.

d) Code Modularity and Clean Architecture

Best Practice: Employ a modular development technique where various components of the app are decoupled into distinct packages or modules.

Implement Clean Architecture or My VM (Model-View-ViewModel) for decoupling business logic, UI, and data management. This enhances maintainability and scalability.

e) Manage A sync Operations Efficiently

Best Practice: Flutter asynchronous operations (e.g., by using Future, Stream) are essential in order to deal with network requests or long-running tasks.

Implement async/await in order to keep asynchronous code easier to write and maintain.

Manage loading states and errors gracefully by using Future builder and Stream builder.

f) Optimize for Battery and Performance

Best Practice: Mobile apps can drain battery life if not optimized properly.

Profile your app’s performance to identify areas where the CPU or GPU is overused.

Use Flutter’s Deferred Loading for loading parts of the app on demand, especially for large apps.

Reduce unnecessary background tasks or use background services efficiently.

g) Secure the App

Best Practice: Security must be a priority while creating mobile apps.

Utilize HTTPS for all network requests to encrypt data in transit.

Save sensitive information in secure storage using Flutter Secure Storage or Keychain (iOS) and Key store (Android).

Use proper authentication mechanisms such as Oauth or JWT to authenticate secure user logins.

h) Regularly Update Flutter & Dependencies

Best Practice: Flutter is constantly changing, so it’s best to keep up-to-date.

Run flutter upgrade regularly to keep you updated with the latest stable Flutter SDK.

Keep packages up to date, but always check for breaking changes before updating.

i) Effective Error Handling and Debugging

Best Practice: Good error handling and debugging practices are essential.

Always wrap code that might throw exceptions in try-catch blocks.

Log errors with Flutter’s logging package or third-party solutions such as Sentry for real-time error tracking.

Flutter App Development Tools and Resources

a) Flutter Dev tools

Needed for performance profiling and debugging. Be sure to use it for inspecting network requests, widget trees, etc.

b) Dart pad

A web-based tool for rapid prototyping of Flutter apps or for experimenting with Dart code.

c) Firebase

Using Firebase for backend functionality is a prevalent and effective practice in Flutter. It offers easy-to-use solutions for push notifications, authentication, real-time databases, and analytics.

d) Code magic

For continuous integration and delivery (CI/CD) specifically designed for Flutter applications, Codemagic assists in automating build, test, and deploy.

e) Flutter Community

Join the Flutter community through forums such as Stack Overflow, Flutter Dev Discord, or Reddit. There are several open-source packages and plugins that you can use in your projects.

Conclusion

The prospects for Flutter app development are promising, with constant enhancements and a growing ecosystem. By keeping in touch with new features and best practices, you can overcome common issues and develop high-performance, maintainable, and user-friendly apps. Regardless of whether you’re new to development or have years of experience, adhering to these best practices will make you create stable apps without facing common pitfalls.

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