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YALL KNOW THE DRILL! I’m at school and got some inspiration by my stupid Instagram reels! Plus the fact I speed read all the School AU of Bastard Vs Zombies!

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Summary!

Kamor, the new mute kid at a chaotic, underfunded school, quickly finds himself entangled in a whirlwind of mischief and friendships with a quirky group of students

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The Gang descriptions:

• Hipswitch: A dark-skinned, cowboy-inspired with striking white splashes across his body, giving him a unique, almost paint-splattered appearance. He sports a prosthetic arm, the result of a past fire in his early foster home, and exudes an old Western charm. Hipswitch is tough yet surprisingly gentle, always ready to lend a hand, especially to Kamor, who has developed a quiet crush on him.

• Albus: The delinquent goofball of the group, Albus’s green eyes are as dynamic as his moods, shifting from bright and mischievous to dark and intense. He’s the type to start a fight just as easily as he’ll flirt, and he has a big heart, even if he struggles with family issues. He’s not afraid to get into trouble and drag Kamor along with him for the ride.

• Mahatma: A calm and intelligent soul, Mahatma’s glasses and cream-colored clothing give him an air of quiet sophistication. He’s the voice of reason in the group, always willing to help and give advice, although he often finds himself caught in the chaos around him. Mahatma is warm, kind-hearted, and perceptive, offering gentle support to Kamor as he navigates his new life.

• Attila: The quiet yet dangerous twin, Attila’s sharp glare and scarred forehead show he’s not someone to mess with. His loose gray palette clothing mirrors his often distant and brooding personality. Though he’s not as openly affectionate as his twin, Mahatma, Attila’s clever mind and sharp wit make him a formidable presence in the group.

• Kamor: The quiet, introspective new kid with sleepy eyes that hint at a lifetime of hidden pain. He’s usually found in thrift store clothing, his hands calloused from years of writing and drawing in his notepad. Kamor carries a small bag with him at all times, keeping his notepad and pen close as he processes the world around him.

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Warning: This fanfic contains elements of humor, light romance, chaos, and some minor violence (mostly lighthearted). There are also themes of bonding, mischief, and character growth. While it’s mostly fun and chaotic, there are moments that might delve into deeper emotional territory or touch on past traumas of the characters. The pacing can be a bit random at times due to the chaotic nature of the events.

• Genre: School AU

• Chaos, Fluff, Emotional Growth, Romance (Slow Burn), and Friendship

Character Focus: Kamor, Hipswitch, Albus, Mahatma, and other OC characters (including Kit, Faith, and others)

• Rating: T (Teen) – light swearing and implied mature themes, but not explicit.

(Trying a new format.)

The Outlaws of Blackridge High

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Kamor adjusted the straps of his backpack and kept his head down, staring at the cracked pavement beneath his feet. The bus stop was nearly empty, just him and a few distant figures who hadn’t bothered to acknowledge his presence. That was fine. If he kept his head down, he’d be fine. That’s what he told himself.

But even as he tried to convince himself of that, his fingers twitched against the fabric of his hoodie, betraying his nerves.

New school. New people. New chances to mess up.

The bus screeched to a stop in front of him, its paint peeling, exhaust coughing out in thick clouds. Kamor hesitated for just a second before stepping up, slipping into the first open seat he could find near the middle. He pressed himself against the window, gaze fixed on the outside world as the bus lurched forward.

He didn’t look up when someone slid into the seat beside him. Didn’t even react. Until—

“Howdy, partner.”

Kamor stiffened. Slowly, he turned his head.

The guy sitting next to him grinned, sharp and easy, like they were already old friends. He was dark-skinned but had splashes of white across his face and arms, like paint strokes on a canvas. His hair was a mess of loose curls, and he was dressed like he’d walked straight out of an old Western—boots and all.

Kamor blinked.

The stranger tipped an imaginary hat. “Name’s Hipswitch. You must be the new kid.”

Kamor stared, unsure how to respond.

Hipswitch’s grin didn’t waver. “Ain’t much for talkin’, huh?”

Kamor shook his head.

“Gotcha. Don’t worry, I can do enough for both of us.” Hipswitch leaned back, crossing his arms. “Welcome to Blackridge High, partner. The school board might’ve given up on us, but that don’t mean we’re a lost cause. You stick with me, and you’ll be just fine.”

Kamor wasn’t sure he believed that. But as the bus rolled toward the school, with Hipswitch chatting beside him like they’d known each other for years, he felt the weight of his nerves lighten. Just a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

⸻

By the time the bus rattled to a stop in front of Blackridge High, Kamor’s nerves had settled into something manageable. That didn’t mean they were gone—just dulled by the constant chatter of the cowboy beside him.

“—so then I told ‘im, ‘Look, partner, if you’re gonna throw a punch, at least make sure it lands.’” Hipswitch laughed, shaking his head as he stood and stretched. “Didn’t end well for me, but hey, I made a point.”

Kamor gave him a look, one eyebrow slightly raised.

Hipswitch grinned. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m real good at gettin’ into trouble. But don’t you worry—I don’t start fights with just anybody. Only the ones that deserve it.”

Kamor wasn’t sure if that was reassuring.

He followed Hipswitch off the bus, gripping the straps of his backpack as he took in the sight of his new school. The building was old, the paint peeling, and the front doors barely hanging onto their hinges. A group of students loitered near the entrance, most of them wearing scuffed-up jackets and torn jeans. One girl was carving something into the wall with a pocketknife.

Hipswitch must’ve noticed his hesitation because he clapped a hand on Kamor’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, partner. Most of ‘em bark more than they bite.”

Kamor wasn’t convinced.

“C’mon, let’s get your schedule.”

Hipswitch led the way inside, weaving through the crowded halls like he’d done it a hundred times—which, Kamor figured, he probably had. The walls were covered in graffiti, and a few lockers were missing doors. A flickering light overhead buzzed like it was on its last breath.

They reached the front office, a cramped space that smelled like burnt coffee and regret. Behind the desk sat a woman in her late forties, her hair pulled into a messy bun, dark bags under her eyes as she typed sluggishly on an old computer.

Hipswitch leaned on the counter with his usual easygoing charm. “Mornin’, Miss Darla. Got a new one here, needs his schedule.”

Miss Darla barely looked up. “Name?”

Hipswitch nudged Kamor.

Kamor hesitated, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notebook. He flipped to a page and showed it to her.

Kamor.

Miss Darla squinted, sighed, and started typing. A moment later, the printer coughed out a piece of paper, which she handed over without much enthusiasm.

“Try not to get into trouble,” she muttered before turning back to her screen.

Hipswitch plucked the schedule from Kamor’s hands before he could read it himself. “Let’s see what we got here.” He scanned the paper, then grinned. “Well, well, look at that. We got a few classes together. Looks like you’ll be stuck with me for homeroom, history, and—oh, hey! Lunch. That’s the most important one.”

Kamor took his schedule back, scanning the list himself.

“Alright, partner, let’s get you to class,” Hipswitch said, throwing an arm around Kamor’s shoulder like they’d known each other for years. “You ever get lost, just look for the best-dressed cowboy in this hellhole.”

Kamor huffed out something close to a laugh.

⸻

Kamor sighed as he stumbled into his next class, gripping his schedule like it was a lifeline. This was the first class he didn’t have with Hipswitch. Which terrified him.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an empty seat, and he made a beeline for the one next to the window. Classic anime protagonist move. Yeah, he knew. Total nerd stuff. But so what? He was a weeb, and he’d own it.

He slid into his seat, exhaling slowly, trying to steady himself. The classroom was loud—students chatting, throwing crumpled-up papers, one kid half-asleep at his desk already. Kamor kept his head down, gripping the edge of his desk like it might keep him from floating away.

Then, movement caught his eye.

Two boys sat a few desks away. They looked similar. Same sharp features, same dark hair. Twins?

One of them turned toward him. He wore glasses and had a kind, nervous smile, like he wasn’t sure if he should say hi or not.

Kamor hesitated—then gave a small smile back.

The boy seemed relieved.

Then Kamor looked at the other one.

The second twin wasn’t smiling. At all. Instead, he had this glare—sharp, calculating, like he was trying to figure out if Kamor was worth acknowledging or not. The air around him felt colder somehow, like even the chaos of the classroom didn’t touch him.

Kamor quickly looked back out the window.

Great. He just walked into a class with the literal embodiment of nice twin, scary twin.

And he had no idea which one was worse.

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Kamor’s eyelids grew heavier, and before he knew it, he was resting his head on the desk.

It wasn’t his fault. The teacher had left the room, and the class was just too boring. The students weren’t even paying attention, most of them talking amongst themselves or doing their own thing. Kamor figured no one would mind if he caught a quick nap.

The next thing he knew, he was jolted awake by the unsettling feeling of being watched. His heart raced as he sat up quickly, eyes scanning the room.

There.

The twins.

The one with glasses—Mahatma—was staring at him with a curious, gentle gaze, but it was the other one, Attila, who sent a chill down Kamor’s spine. The glare Attila shot him felt like it could freeze him in place. Kamor’s stomach twisted.

Okay. Yeah. He was definitely going to be killed or something.

Just as Kamor began to shrink in on himself, the door to the classroom swung open, and in walked none other than Hipswitch.

“Yo, partner!” he called, grinning. “Let’s skip.”

Kamor blinked. Skip on the first day? What was this guy—crazy?

Before he could fully process what was happening, Hipswitch was already walking toward him, the twins standing up from their seats with surprising ease. They didn’t look happy to be interrupted, but they weren’t exactly mad, either. Kamor noticed the way they seemed to know Hipswitch.

“Hey, fellas,” Hipswitch greeted them with a smirk. “This here’s Kamor. New kid.”

Mahatma smiled and waved shyly. “Hey there, Kamor. Welcome to Blackridge.”

Attila gave a small nod but didn’t say anything, his eyes still narrowed in a quiet appraisal.

Hipswitch chuckled and slapped Kamor on the back, already steering him out of the classroom. “You’ll get used to ‘em, partner. They’re alright. Kinda rough around the edges, but who isn’t, right?”

The teacher, somewhere in the back of the room, was still absent, probably off doing whatever the school staff did when they didn’t feel like doing their jobs. Kamor figured that, at this point, the whole school was too broke to care.

As they walked down the hall, Hipswitch kept his arm around Kamor’s shoulder. “So, what’s it gonna be, Kamor? The rest of the day’s all ours. You in for a little adventure?”

Kamor blinked, glancing back at the classroom door, still open behind them. Skipping school on the first day?

Hipswitch grinned, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Come on, partner. I’ll show you how we do things around here.”

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Kamor, to his credit, did try to stay in class. He really did. He had planned to get through it, maybe try to make a good impression—if he could just survive the twin glares and the general awkwardness of being the new kid.

But then Hipswitch decided he wasn’t having it. Before Kamor could even open his mouth to protest, Hipswitch casually slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Let’s roll, partner!”

Kamor barely had time to grab his things before Hipswitch was already halfway out the door. He wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or just resigned to his fate.

“Put me down!” Kamor muttered, but it came out as more of a weak protest. He didn’t really want to fight it; if anything, Hipswitch’s carefree nature was starting to rub off on him.

Once outside the classroom, Kamor was finally set down, his feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. They walked down the hall with Hipswitch leading the way, his loud, confident voice drawing a few curious glances from other students.

Kamor walked beside him, his gaze flicking over to the twins.

“So,” Kamor began, writing quickly on his notepad, his handwriting neat and careful. “What’s your deal?”

Mahatma, walking just ahead, glanced back over his shoulder. “Our deal? Well, uh…” He scratched his head nervously, looking at Attila for reassurance. “We used to go to a small school. For medical studies. But, well… it didn’t exactly work out.”

Attila grunted from behind them, his usual expression of quiet disapproval settling into his features.

“Yeah,” Mahatma continued. “We weren’t exactly, uh, the most stable mentally, so they kicked us out. Now we’re here.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a hint of regret in his tone.

Kamor wrote down a quick note. Medical school, mental instability… interesting. He looked up, noticing that Mahatma’s gaze was on his notepad

“That’s some nice handwriting you got there,” Mahatma commented, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Kamor blinked in surprise and shrugged, feeling a flush creep up his neck. Was that a compliment? He wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

“Thanks,” Kamor wrote on his notepad, then added, I like to keep things neat

Mahatma chuckled softly. “I can tell.”

Attila, who hadn’t spoken much, seemed to glance at Kamor’s notepad briefly, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything, but the faint shift in his demeanor made Kamor wonder if the twins weren’t as different as they appeared.

“So, Kamor,” Hipswitch called from the front, “ready to get into some real trouble?”

Kamor didn’t know what exactly that meant, but given the way his day was already going, he figured he might as well embrace it.

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Kamor’s curiosity piqued as Hipswitch led the way behind the school. The atmosphere here was different—darker, more chaotic. The distant sounds of shouting and grunts filled the air.

“What’s going on back there?” Kamor wrote on his notepad, looking up at Hipswitch, who didn’t seem surprised at all.

“You’ll see,” Hipswitch replied with a grin that didn’t exactly inspire confidence. “Just another day at Blackridge.”

They turned the corner, and Kamor’s eyes widened. A brawl was taking place, right in the middle of the school’s back alley. One guy was being pummeled with punches, his opponent relentless and furious. But what caught Kamor’s attention was the figure standing in the middle of it all—Hipswitch was calling out to him.

“Albus!”

The guy, Albus, was a mess of bruises and sweat, but there was a certain fire in his eyes as he fought back with everything he had. His movements were quick, his stance solid, but the other guy had the advantage of height and sheer strength.

Hipswitch sighed, shaking his head as he approached. “Seriously, Albus, can’t you fight without getting into every fight?”

Mahatma flinched as another punch landed. Kamor glanced over at him, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the violence, his gaze flickering nervously between the fight and his twin, Attila, who was standing off to the side with an almost… amused look on his face.

“You’re too soft, Mahatma,” Attila muttered, crossing his arms. He watched Albus with an almost cruel expression, leaning in slightly. “You should be encouraging him to hit harder. This kid needs to learn the hard way.”

Kamor’s stomach twisted. Was Attila serious

Mahatma looked uncomfortable, but he said nothing. He just shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting back to Albus, who was now on the defensive. Kamor could feel the tension in the air. This wasn’t a typical school fight.

With one last punch, Albus managed to shove his opponent away, panting heavily, his face bruised but his pride intact. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath. Kamor could see that there was more to Albus than just a delinquent—there was a kind of restless energy in him, something Kamor couldn’t quite place.

“Alright, break it up,” Hipswitch called out with a voice that brooked no argument.

Albus wiped blood from his lip, then turned his head toward Hipswitch, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Guess I won again, huh?”

Hipswitch shot him a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. “You always win, Albus. But do you have to do it like this?”

Kamor watched as Albus approached, brushing off his clothes like nothing had happened. His eyes flicked over to Kamor for a split second, then back to Hipswitch. “Who’s the new kid?”

“This is Kamor,” Hipswitch said, slapping him on the back with a laugh. “New recruit to our little misfit group.”

Albus raised an eyebrow, sizing Kamor up. “Another one, huh? I’m Albus. You’re gonna need thick skin if you hang with us.”

Kamor blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. He wrote down on his notepad, A bit intense, huh?

Albus chuckled at that, ruffling Kamor’s hair in a way that felt oddly… protective. “You’ll get used to it. Welcome to Blackridge.”

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Kamor quickly fixed his hair, smoothing down the messy strands that had been ruffled by Hipswitch’s earlier antics. He couldn’t help but glance at Albus and Hipswitch as the two started their usual banter.

“So, Hipswitch,” Albus started with a mischievous grin, leaning in a bit too close for comfort, “you finally brought someone new to the squad? I’m honored to be in the presence of such fine company.”

Hipswitch rolled his eyes, but the playful smirk never left his face. “Cut it out, Albus. You flirt with anyone who breathes.”

“Hey, can you blame me?” Albus shrugged dramatically. “I mean, who wouldn’t be charmed by this?” He struck a pose, chest puffed out as if trying to impress someone.

Kamor could only watch in awkward silence. He was used to things being chaotic, but this? This was a whole new level of weird.

Hipswitch chuckled but gave Albus a firm shove. “Knock it off, before I knock you out.”

Albus just laughed, clearly unbothered by the threat. “I’m just having fun, Hipswitch. You could use a little more fun in your life.”

Meanwhile, Kamor’s mind was elsewhere—his thoughts drifting to Hipswitch’s earlier touch when he had been lifted up like a sack of potatoes. The warmth of Hipswitch’s hand on his back lingered in his thoughts. He shook his head to clear it. Focus, Kamor. Focus.

As if sensing his distraction, Hipswitch suddenly turned his attention back to Kamor.

“Hey, let me help with your hair,” Hipswitch said, his voice soft as he approached.

Kamor blinked, not sure how to respond. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t pull away as Hipswitch gently started to smooth down his hair. Kamor had never really been one to care much about his appearance, but something about Hipswitch’s touch made him feel a little… flustered.

Albus, who had been watching the scene unfold, leaned in with a grin. “Oh, I see it now. Kamor’s got a little crush on you, huh, Hipswitch?”

Kamor froze, his eyes widening. No, no way. He couldn’t have figured it out that fast.

Hipswitch looked completely oblivious, still focused on fixing Kamor’s hair. “What? No. You’re imagining things, Albus.”

But Albus wasn’t backing down. He looked Kamor up and down with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh, I’m not imagining anything, trust me. You’re just too cute to ignore.”

Kamor’s face went red, and he quickly looked down, focusing on the ground to hide his embarrassment.

“Yeah, Hipswitch,” Albus added, grinning wider, “you’re too dense to notice, but I can see it. Kamor’s totally got a thing for you.”

Hipswitch paused for a moment, still not getting the hint. “Whatever, Albus. You’re ridiculous.”

⸻

It had been four weeks since Kamor stumbled into Blackridge High, and he had quickly gotten wrapped up in the chaos that defined this place.

Albus was, of course, at the center of it all, always throwing a punch or dragging Kamor into a new mess. Kamor had tried to stay on the sidelines, but Albus had an irresistible way of pulling him into trouble.

This time, it was a fight—nothing new for Albus. But what was new was Kamor getting caught in the crossfire and ending up with a black eye.

Hipswitch was furious

“Are you kidding me, Albus?” Hipswitch barked, his mechanical fingers twitching as he paced back and forth. Kamor sat on the nearby bench, one hand pressed against his bruised face, trying to hide the pain.

“It’s not like I planned for it to happen!” Albus protested, hands thrown up in defense, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “You know how it is.”

“I don’t care how it is! You’re supposed to be looking out for Kamor, not getting him hurt!”

Kamor winced at the tone in Hipswitch’s voice, but he didn’t say anything. This was a fight between the two of them—he wasn’t going to get involved.

Mahatma and Attila, meanwhile, were too preoccupied with their latest experiment to notice the drama unfolding. Kamor had caught glimpses of their “work” over the past week—Mahatma and Attila had taken to stitching dead frogs together in an attempt to “revive” them. Kamor was both terrified and slightly intrigued by the whole thing, but it was hard to focus on the science when there was a very real chance of them blowing up the entire lab in the process.

“Maybe we should stick to just dissection?” Kamor wrote one day, trying to keep it polite.

“Don’t be a sissy, Kamor,” Attila had snapped, a wicked grin on his face as he held up a needle and thread. “This is where the real work happens.”

Kamor had no idea how to respond to that. He just stayed back and tried not to breathe in whatever concoction was in the air.

And then came the day at 7/11.

The gang had been hanging out, as usual, and for some reason, they all forgot their wallets. The plan? Well, Albus had no problem suggesting they steal.

“Come on, it’s just a couple of snacks,” Albus said with a wicked grin. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Before Kamor knew it, the gang was bolting out of the store, bags of chips and soda in hand. Kamor had no intention of being part of this, but the group had already dashed through the door. The security alarm rang out as they sprinted down the street, and in a matter of seconds, they were surrounded by cops.

The gang stood there, frozen. The cops searched their bags, but there were no snacks in sight. Albus looked utterly confused. “Uh, did we leave them in the car?”

Kamor watched from a distance, still clutching the bag of chips he had picked up earlier. But when the cops were distracted, he made his move.

As the gang was getting ushered out of the store by the police, Kamor led them around to a back alley. He flashed them a quick smile before pulling the stolen goods from under his jacket—hidden all along.

The gang stared at him, eyes wide. Kamor didn’t even look guilty as he casually tossed the goods at Albus.

“That’s how you do it,” Kamor said with a grin.

Albus blinked, his mouth agape. “You did steal them?”

“Are you sure?” Attila raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were supposed to be the innocent one, Kamor.”

Mahatma just shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I’ll be damned. You are quick with your hands.”

Hipswitch, who had followed them into the alley, chuckled softly. “And here I thought you were just a quiet kid who never did anything wrong.”

Kamor just smiled, leaning back against the wall as if it was no big deal

Albus leaned closer, whispering in Kamor’s ear, “You’re definitely one of us now.”

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The next day, the sun filtered through the thick canopy of the overgrown willow tree, casting dappled shadows across the worn grass beneath it. Kamor sat cross-legged, a stack of tarot cards shuffled lazily in his hands. He had been doing this for a while now, ever since one of his many foster homes had gifted him the cards. They were a simple way to pass the time, a habit he’d picked up without much thought.

Beside him, Albus was sprawled out, taking an exaggerated nap. His heavy breathing and soft snores were carried away by the light breeze that rustled the leaves of the tree. The whole scene was peaceful in a way Kamor wasn’t used to—a kind of calm that felt out of place with the chaos of Blackridge High. But right now, it was just him, Albus, and the gentle wind.

The shuffle of the cards was rhythmic, almost meditative. Kamor’s fingers moved with practiced ease, not really focusing on the patterns or the cards themselves, just the motion. He wasn’t sure why he had this particular habit, but it helped him tune out the noise of the world, at least for a little while.

Albus snored again, the sound echoing in the quiet air, and Kamor couldn’t help but smile a little. The guy had no shame when it came to naps. Not that Kamor could blame him; who wouldn’t want to tune out sometimes?

The wind picked up a little, and one of the cards slipped from Kamor’s hand, drifting onto the grass. He reached to grab it, but before he could, Albus suddenly flopped over, knocking a few more cards from Kamor’s lap.

“Hey, you’re messing with my spread,” Kamor wrote on his notepad, showing Albus, who lazily squinted at the cards.

Albus blinked, still half asleep. “Huh? Tarot cards? You a fortune-teller now, Kamor?

Kamor just shrugged, holding up the card that had fallen to the ground. “It’s just a hobby,” he wrote.

Albus yawned, clearly not understanding but still mildly entertained. “Well, maybe you can predict when I’m gonna win my next fight. Would be handy, right?” He stretched, his arms reaching for the sky as he fully woke up.

Kamor gave him a deadpan look, then returned to his cards, shuffling them again. The sound of the cards moving through his fingers was calming once more.

In the distance, he could hear the faint sounds of students rushing between classes, the distant chatter and the low hum of the school’s broken bell system. But here, beneath the willow tree, the world felt distant.

Kamor wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there when the sound of footsteps interrupted the peace.

“Alright, you two. Time to get moving,” Hipswitch’s voice broke through the stillness, his voice low and slightly amused.

Kamor looked up to see Hipswitch, along with Mahatma and Attila, walking toward them. All of them looked like they’d just come from a grueling exam.

Albus grinned up at them lazily. “Hey, look who’s come to ruin the vibe.”

Hipswitch rolled his eyes. “Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but the rest of us have things to do.”

“Like what? Ruining lives and making trouble?” Albus said with a playful grin, sitting up and stretching.

Mahatma smiled, offering Kamor a small wave as Attila just gave him a silent nod.

“Didn’t know you were into fortune-telling,” Mahatma said, his eyes scanning the cards Kamor had laid out. “They say tarot cards can predict the future, right?”

Kamor shrugged, holding up the deck. He didn’t have much to say, but the cards in his hands had become a quiet comfort over the past few days.

“Not exactly,” Kamor wrote on his notepad.

Attila tilted his head, a slight smirk on his face. “Guess we’ll just have to find out for ourselves, huh?”

Kamor gave a small, cryptic smile before starting to shuffle the deck again.

⸻

The gang had, as usual, found their way into a mess. It was Hipswitch, Mahatma, Attila, Albus, and Kamor—albeit, Kamor was the reluctant participant in this particular adventure. The plan was simple: sneak into the nearby movie theater. It was easy enough to get past the run-down staff, especially when most of them couldn’t care less about a few kids sneaking in to watch something they probably shouldn’t.

Kamor had nodded along with the group, not really having a say in the matter. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do, and being around the chaos was starting to feel normal. Besides, it wasn’t like he could turn down the gang entirely. He was beginning to realize he was stuck with them, whether he liked it or not.l

Albus had an idea, of course. “Let’s sneak into a movie with a sex scene,” he’d said with a wild grin, nudging Kamor in the ribs.

Kamor blinked, unsure how to react, but before he could even try to process the idea, Hipswitch had immediately thrown it out.

“No way, Albus,” Hipswitch said firmly, his tone the kind of serious that only happened when he was ready to play the role of the “adult” in the group.

Albus grumbled but didn’t push it. Instead, the gang snuck into a random theater showing a horror movie. The kind of movie with way too much blood and way too many screams.

Kamor wasn’t exactly a fan of horror. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to it, especially with his ever-growing anxiety and fear of things he couldn’t fully remember. Still, he kept quiet and followed along, seating himself between Hipswitch and Albus.

The movie started, and the screen lit up with disturbing images. At first, Kamor thought he could handle it. He sat quietly, his eyes glued to the screen, trying to be brave. But then it happened.

The scene was too much. A crazed man was carving into a victim, blood spraying across the screen in grotesque detail. Kamor’s stomach twisted, and his heart began to pound. His hands shot up to his ears in a futile attempt to block out the sound.

The scene felt too real. The screams of the victim echoed in Kamor’s mind, and for a moment, the theater felt like it was closing in on him. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, his chest tightening with panic.

Albus, who had been munching on popcorn, glanced over at him and frowned. “Hey, you okay?”

Kamor didn’t answer. His mind was too clouded with images he couldn’t place—shadows of his childhood, fragments of something dark and painful that he couldn’t fully remember. His hands trembled as he squeezed them over his ears harder, trying to block out everything around him.

He didn’t know why this scene triggered him, why it felt so familiar. He couldn’t explain the memories that crashed into him like waves—just brief, fragmented images of pain and confusion. The trauma was locked away in parts of his mind, and moments like this tore at the seams, making him remember things he didn’t want to know.

Hipswitch, sensing the tension, leaned over and gently nudged Kamor’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to watch it,” he said, his voice soft but firm, almost protective.

Albus noticed the way Kamor was reacting, his eyes wide, his body stiff with fear. His playful grin faltered for a moment, and he looked to Hipswitch for guidance.

“Dude, you good?” Albus asked again, his usual cocky demeanor gone, replaced by something softer.

But Kamor couldn’t respond. He felt like he was suffocating, trapped in his own memories. His body was shaking now, and the darkness of the theater felt more like a prison than a place of escape.

Mahatma was the first to notice how bad it was getting. He leaned forward, his face serious. “Kamor, hey, look at me,” Mahatma said, his voice gentle but commanding. Kamor felt his attention shift to the other boy, and his trembling fingers slowly moved away from his ears.

It wasn’t much, but it helped.

“Breathe, Kamor,” Mahatma urged softly. “You’re fine. We’re all here.”

The words hit Kamor with a strange weight, and though his heart still raced, he could feel the panic starting to fade. Slowly, his breaths returned to a more even rhythm, though his chest still felt tight.

Albus was quiet now, watching Kamor with a rare, concerned expression.

“You want to go?” Hipswitch asked, his voice as calm as ever, though his brow was furrowed with concern.

Kamor nodded, just barely, still unable to find his voice.

Without another word, Hipswitch stood, gently helping Kamor to his feet. “We’re leaving. I’ll make sure you get home, okay?”

As the gang quietly filed out of the theater, Kamor felt the weight of his memories pressing down again, but this time, he wasn’t alone. Hipswitch was there, the others trailing behind, and maybe for the first time since coming to Blackridge High, Kamor felt like he wasn’t just floating through life.

They were his people. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

⸻

It had been a few days since the incident at the theater. Kamor hadn’t spoken about what happened—he didn’t need to. The gang didn’t push him, understanding that everyone had their own burdens to carry. Hipswitch was the first to notice that Kamor hadn’t shut down since, though. He was quieter, still a little distant, but the light in his eyes hadn’t disappeared.

Today, they were in class, and Kamor had already given up on learning. The classroom was droning on, the teacher’s voice a dull hum in the background. Kamor sat at his desk, his head resting on his folded arms. Sleep was creeping up on him, and as his eyelids grew heavier, he let himself slip into the warmth of unconsciousness.

It wasn’t long before Kamor’s hand drifted. Maybe it was the sleepiness, maybe the strange comfort he felt from being around Hipswitch—maybe it was the overwhelming sense of trust he’d started to build—but Kamor’s hand reached out, fingers brushing against the cold, smooth surface of Hipswitch’s prosthetic arm.

The moment he touched it, Kamor’s heart skipped a beat. He pulled back instinctively, but it was too late. Hipswitch had already caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey,” Hipswitch said softly, looking down at Kamor with a gentle smile. “You know you can touch it if you want. I don’t mind.”

Kamor blinked, unsure of how to respond. He had never really touched it before—had never dared. But there was something about the way Hipswitch was looking at him, something reassuring in the way his eyes softened. Slowly, Kamor’s hand returned to the arm, this time with more purpose, gently tracing the cold, smooth surface.

Hipswitch’s smile widened, a warmth bubbling up inside of him that he didn’t quite understand. It was like a soft, quiet thing—a feeling he hadn’t expected but somehow welcomed. Kamor’s touch was so delicate, so careful, and Hipswitch found himself savoring it in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“You don’t have to be afraid of it,” Hipswitch continued, his voice low, almost contemplative. “I got it in a fire. Chemical fire, back in my early foster home. It was… rough. But I was lucky. After everything, a man named Sensei took me in.”

Kamor nodded slightly, his fingers still lightly tracing the prosthetic’s smooth surface. He was fascinated by it, not just because it was mechanical, but because it was a part of Hipswitch. Something personal. Something that, even though he didn’t fully understand, seemed to tie into the man’s past.

Hipswitch paused, watching Kamor, his thoughts wandering for a moment before he continued. “Sensei was the one who paid for all my treatments. Helped me get back to something that felt… like me again. He’s the one who got me here. And now, here I am.”

Kamor looked up at him then, meeting Hipswitch’s eyes. It was almost like a silent understanding had passed between them. Kamor didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t need to. But Hipswitch knew he was listening—he could see it in the way Kamor’s fingers continued to trace the prosthetic.

There was something warm in Hipswitch’s chest now, something soft and new. He didn’t quite know what it was, but he didn’t mind. There was something comforting about Kamor’s presence. Something that had been missing from Hipswitch’s life for a long time.

For Kamor, it was a strange feeling too. He had always felt disconnected, like he was floating through life, never truly part of anything. But with Hipswitch… it was different. There was no judgment in the way the older boy looked at him, no expectation. Just acceptance.

He couldn’t explain it, but the simple touch of Hipswitch’s arm felt like a bridge between them—a bridge he didn’t want to burn.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Kamor reluctantly pulled his hand away, glancing up at Hipswitch once more.

“Thanks,” Kamor wrote quickly on his notepad, his eyes soft with a kind of gratitude he wasn’t used to feeling.

Hipswitch smiled, his usual easy grin returning, though there was still a flicker of that strange warmth in his chest. “Anytime, partner. Anytime.”

⸻

It was October at Blackridge High, and for once, the school was buzzing with an energy Kamor hadn’t seen before. The usual chaos and neglect seemed to be replaced by something… organized. It wasn’t much, but for a school that barely functioned, the sight of decorations strung up in the hallways and students running around with excitement was a strange but welcome change.

Kamor stared out the window in his classroom, watching a couple of students work together to set up a banner that said “Annual Fall Festival: Blackridge High.” He had never been to anything like this before. It was his first year at this school, and the concept of a fall festival was new to him. Back at his old schools, they had only hosted the usual sad bake sales and field trips, but nothing like this.

Mahatma, who had been eagerly talking to him all morning, seemed completely excited about it. His eyes sparkled with the kind of energy Kamor only saw from people who loved something with all their heart. “It’s tradition!” Mahatma explained, his voice full of enthusiasm. “Every year, the students get together to celebrate the fall season. There’s food, games, costumes, and just a lot of fun! This year, they’re even doing a haunted house! You’ll love it!”

Kamor’s eyes widened. He’d never really been one for festivals—let alone haunted houses—but the way Mahatma spoke about it made him feel like it might not be as terrible as he first thought. Besides, it was the first time he’d been around people who seemed so eager for something good. He was curious.

Before he could ask any more questions, a loud crash and a maniacal laugh pierced the air. Kamor jumped, his head snapping toward the source of the noise.

Up on the roof of the school, there was Albus. Of course, it was Albus. He was standing there, arms spread wide, with a wild grin plastered on his face. “It’s the Fall Festival, baby!” Albus yelled, his voice carrying all the way down to the students below. “Let the chaos begin!”

Kamor blinked, his heart racing as he processed what he was seeing. Albus was… on top of the school.

A few seconds later, Kamor’s other favorite person, Hipswitch, appeared, his robotic arm effortlessly moving as he scaled the side of the building. “ALBUS!” Hipswitch’s voice rang out, stern and commanding. “Get down from there right now before you do something stupid!”

The whole scene was a mess, and Kamor couldn’t help but feel slightly terrified. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at Albus, who was still laughing like a madman, and then at Hipswitch, who seemed like he was about to tear his hair out.

Mahatma, standing beside Kamor, shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Don’t mind them,” he said, his tone calm as always. “Albus has this way of turning every event into a spectacle. He’s the chaotic one. Hipswitch is the one who has to clean up after him.”

Attila, who had been quiet until now, smirked from behind them. “Just wait until they start setting up the haunted house,” he said in his usual deadpan manner. “That’ll be a real mess. But hey, it’ll be fun. We might even get kicked out of the school by the end of the day. Who knows?”

Kamor’s eyes widened. “Wait, you get kicked out?”

Attila shrugged nonchalantly. “Probably. You’ll see.”

The entire school seemed to be in a frenzy. Students were setting up food stands, hanging decorations, and painting random things on the walls. Kamor wasn’t sure if it was just the usual chaos of Blackridge or if it was something more. One thing was for sure—if this was a glimpse into what the fall festival was going to be like, he might need to find a way to stay out of the way.

But it was too late. Before he could escape the madness, Hipswitch was already approaching him, holding out his hand with that usual calm grin of his. “C’mon, partner. You’re part of the gang now. No backing out. Let’s go check out the festival. You might even enjoy it.”

Kamor hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go—it was just that everything felt so… overwhelming. The loudness, the chaos, the madness. But then, Hipswitch’s smile made it seem okay. Maybe he could trust the process.

“Fine,” Kamor wrote on his notepad, “but I’m staying far away from the haunted house.”

Hipswitch grinned wider. “Deal.”

As they headed toward the mess of festivities, Kamor couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement building inside him. Despite the chaos that was sure to follow, there was something oddly comforting about being here, in the middle of it all. And with Hipswitch by his side… maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to go through it alone.

But knowing Albus, Mahatma, and Attila, Kamor had a feeling that the real fun was just beginning.

⸻

The autumn sun hung low in the sky as the fall festival continued, chaos and fun still swirling in the air. Kamor had managed to get some distance from the madness, sipping a drink he’d grabbed from one of the stands, his mind still trying to digest everything happening around him. The festival, despite the initial overwhelming experience, was… oddly comforting in its own way.

However, what caught his attention next was the sight of Albus, standing off to the side, staring intensely at someone. Kamor’s gaze followed, and it didn’t take long for him to spot the person who had caught Albus’ attention: Devlin. The older brother—or, rather, stepbrother—had arrived at the festival with a quiet but noticeable presence. He was slightly awkward, a contrast to the wild energy of the rest of their group, but there was something about his demeanor that stood out to Kamor.

Devlin was tall, but not as intimidating as Albus. His frame was lean, his movements methodical, as though he was always thinking a few steps ahead. He had a strange, warm smile, almost apologetic, as he approached Albus

Albus shot a glare at his older brother, crossing his arms in irritation. His usual carefree energy was dampened for a moment as he seemed to stand tall, trying to make himself look even bigger than usual. “What are you doing here, Devlin?” he grumbled, his voice half-annoyed, half-amused. “Did you come here to ruin my fun, or are you just checking in on me to make sure I don’t burn the place down?”

Devlin chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re still my little brother, Albus. I just… thought I’d stop by. See how you’re doing. Mom and Dad wanted me to make sure you weren’t causing too much trouble.” His voice was smooth and calm, but there was a subtle tension in the way he said it.

Albus’ eyes narrowed. “Yeah, well, they’re not my parents, are they? Not like they ever cared anyway. Doesn’t matter to me.” He turned away slightly, his gaze shifting back to the festival activities. “I’m not the one they ever cared about.”

Devlin sighed, his face softening. “You know that’s not true, Albus.” He took a step closer, but his words felt heavy. “Dad may not have been the best, but… I want his approval. I always have.”

Albus stiffened at that. “Yeah, but you’re the perfect little golden boy, aren’t you? Smart, well-behaved, always doing what he says. I don’t care about any of that. I’m me. But no, he didn’t care, and you know it.”

Kamor, watching the exchange from a distance, felt a pang of discomfort. It was like he was witnessing a silent battle between two people who were linked by blood but divided by their experiences.

Albus snorted, breaking the silence. “And besides, you’re not even sporty like the rest of the family. What does Dad care about a guy who can fix cars and engineer things? He doesn’t care about brains. All he ever wanted was someone to be a star athlete like the rest of his kids.”

Devlin’s gaze faltered, just for a moment, but his expression remained patient. “I know, Albus. But I can’t change that, can I? I’m just trying to get through it, do the best I can. For me. For the family. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you succeed, too.”

Albus shot a look at Devlin, a bit softer now. Despite his usual bravado and teasing, there was a vulnerability to his posture as he grumbled, “I still don’t care about him. But… I’m glad you’re here.

Devlin gave a small smile, the awkwardness between them easing just a bit. “Always, Albus. Always.”

The tension between them seemed to lighten a little, but Kamor could tell the scars of their shared history ran deep. Albus, with all his loudness and defiance, was just as hurt by their father’s neglect as Devlin was, in a different way. Albus hid it behind teasing and rebellion, while Devlin wore his need for approval like a second skin. They were bound by family, but their relationship was fractured, each struggling to navigate the expectations and disappointments placed on them.

As the conversation came to an end, Albus finally relaxed, leaning against the nearest post. “Alright, alright. You’re not so bad, Devlin. Go ahead, hang around. Just try not to lecture me while I’m having fun.”

Devlin chuckled softly, the unease between them melting away for now. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Albus.”

Kamor, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy for them both. Family wasn’t always easy, especially when it felt like it was more about proving your worth than actually being seen for who you were. But at least, for a moment, it seemed like the brothers were finding their way back to each other, even if it was just through small words and awkward smiles.

Kamor took a slow breath, glancing over at Hipswitch and the others. The chaos of the festival was still in full swing, but for once, it felt a little quieter in his head. Maybe there was something to all of this after all.

The fall festival’s chaos reached new heights as Albus and Devlin grinned mischievously, sizing up the game booths. Albus cracked his knuckles, a wicked gleam in his green eyes. “Alright, little bro, you use your brain, I’ll use my muscles. Together, we’ll dominate these games.”

Devlin smirked, his engineering mind already whirring with plans. “With your strength and my strategy, we’ll be unstoppable. They won’t know what hit them.”

They took a few steps toward the first booth, but before they could even get close, a hand shot out and yanked them both back, pulling them off their course. Albus stumbled slightly, his eyes widening in surprise, only to find himself face-to-face with none other than Faith.

Her sharp eyes locked with Albus’s, and despite the usual bravado that Albus wore like a second skin, he felt a flutter in his chest. His green eyes softened as he gazed at her, a genuine affection shining through, though his tough-guy demeanor tried to mask it. He flashed her a crooked grin, his voice teasing as always. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker. Here to save the day again?”

Faith arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest with a look that could melt steel. “You two are seriously going to cheat?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief. “You’ve already been warned about the whole no cheating rule, right?”

Albus’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. “Hey, a guy’s gotta get his wins somehow. And you love the charm.”

Faith rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t know why I even bother with you two. You’re so much trouble.” She paused for a moment, before her gaze shifted from Albus to Devlin, who had been trying to suppress a laugh at the interaction. “We’re all supposed to do this together, remember? I promised Kerano we’d hang out today.”

Albus stiffened for a moment at the mention of Kerano, his mood slightly dimming as he glanced at the younger child. He couldn’t help the twinge of frustration that rose within him. Kerano was this sweet, adorable kid that had wormed her way into their lives. But what bothered Albus most was that he wasn’t sure how to fit in when it came to Faith and Kerano. And it didn’t help that Faith always treated him like a kid, a troublemaker, and not the guy who could protect her.

But what made Albus cringe the most was the fact that Faith was so damn good at reading him. She knew the walls he put up, and yet she still kept coming back, still dragging him along. He was so not good enough for her, but he didn’t know how to let go. His feelings were complicated, and no matter how much he tried to act like the tough guy, Faith had a way of getting to him.

Devlin, on the other hand, was silently seething, and he knew that his brother’s feelings were obvious. He just wished Albus would realize it and stop acting like he wasn’t good enough for someone like Faith. Devlin had his own frustrations with their family, but he could see how much his brother struggled with feelings for Faith. He couldn’t help but find it a little annoying that the two acted like love-struck idiots whenever she was around, but deep down, Devlin knew they were just being themselves.

Faith glanced back at her little cousin, Kerano, who was eagerly waiting near the edge of the crowd. The child bounced up and down, practically jumping in excitement. Faith softened, her serious tone shifting as she looked back at Albus and Devlin. “Kerano’s been dying to play those games, and I promised her we’d all go together. So, no more cheating, alright?”

Albus, ever the flirt, leaned in a little too close, his voice low and teasing. “Well, Faith, I guess I’ll have to make up for my lost victories by winning your heart instead. How about that?”

Faith rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the blush creeping up her neck. “Albus, you’re impossible.”

Devlin snickered, but it was clear that beneath his teasing, there was a sense of protectiveness toward his little brother. The kid’s got it bad, he thought, his irritation mixed with a strange sense of sympathy. But he’s not wrong about the way Faith looks at him…

With a sigh, Devlin placed a hand on Albus’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Come on, man. Don’t make it weird. Let’s just go before Kerano drags us all into the chaos.”

Albus shot one more smirk in Faith’s direction, but for the first time, it wasn’t just about teasing her—it was genuine. “Alright, alright. But next time, I’m definitely winning you over, Faith.”

“Not if I win first,” she replied with a teasing glint in her eye, before she turned toward Kerano.

Kamor, still hanging at the back of the group, watched the exchange unfold with a curious expression. There was something about the way Albus and Faith acted around each other that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He didn’t know what was going to happen between them, but he could feel the tension in the air, something unspoken but very real. It was like watching a scene from one of the romance shows his parents used to let him watch, only this one had real people in it.

The group, now fully intact, headed toward the game booths, the festival’s chaos buzzing around them. Kamor was content to watch the others interact, his thoughts drifting as he looked at the way Albus and Faith played off each other. There was an undeniable connection between them, even if neither of them seemed to fully understand it just yet.

Kamor knew something about connections. He was starting to realize, despite everything, that he was part of something much bigger now. He had his own tangled feelings, his own little crush on Hipswitch, but for once, he wasn’t afraid to be part of something chaotic and messy. It wasn’t perfect, but it was his.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

As the group moved through the crowded festival grounds, the chaos of the fall festival enveloped them. Albus and Devlin were already making their way to one of the game booths, with Kerano bouncing alongside them, chanting for Albus to win her a stuffed animal. Kamor followed behind them, a quiet observer of the whole scene, while Hipswitch and Mahatma lingered near the sidelines, each trying to avoid getting roped into more trouble.

Faith, however, was momentarily distracted by something else—someone, in fact.

A flash of blonde hair caught her attention, and before she could fully process it, she found herself bumping into a person in the crowd. The stranger had quick reflexes, managing to catch Faith before she stumbled back.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” Faith muttered, her voice laced with surprise as she stepped back and glanced up at the person she’d collided with.

The girl she bumped into had wild, tousled blonde hair and a look in her eye that immediately made Faith realize this was no ordinary encounter. The stranger had a smirk that bordered on mischievous, and she was staring at Faith as if she’d just bumped into her on purpose—probably to get a better look.

Faith blinked. “Uh, no problem.”

The stranger’s eyes lit up in an instant, and she straightened her posture, clearly taking the moment to compose herself. “Sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, you know… just, uh, distracted,” she stammered, trying to look casual, but it was clear she wasn’t.

Faith raised an eyebrow, her own smile forming. The girl had clearly been trying to flirt, though it was a bit on the awkward side. Faith chuckled softly, finding it endearing. “It’s fine,” she replied, giving the girl a quick once-over. “Not every day I get bumped into by someone this… interesting.”

The stranger—Kit, as Faith quickly noticed on her name tag—blushed deeply at the comment, realizing how much of an idiot she was making of herself in front of this gorgeous woman. She stuttered a bit before her confidence kicked in, and she cleared her throat. “Well, I mean, maybe it’s not the worst thing to bump into someone… like you?” Kit’s voice wavered just a little, as if unsure how to follow through with the flirtatious remark.

Faith couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re not bad at it,” she teased. “But you’re gonna have to try harder if you wanna win my attention.

Kit, looking completely flustered but still determined, nodded earnestly. “I’m, uh, totally up for the challenge,” she replied, her voice trying to sound cool despite the blush creeping up her neck. She gave a small, shy grin, but before she could say anything else, Faith’s attention was diverted once again.

“Albus, for the love of God, don’t throw that ball at him!” Faith shouted, her voice full of exasperation.

She turned just in time to see Albus, with that characteristic grin on his face, winding up for a perfect pitch at one of the game operators—a poor guy who had just been caught rigging the game. Kerano, the little ball of energy, was chanting, “Do it, Albus! Do it!” from the sidelines.

Kit’s face lit up with sudden understanding as she caught a glimpse of Albus. She muttered under her breath, “Oh, great, that guy looks fun.” Her eyes flickered back to Faith, who was now attempting to de-escalate the situation.

“You’re gonna have to save your flirting for later,” Faith said with a wink, her tone light but with an underlying command. “I’ve got to stop this idiot from causing a scene.” She gave Kit a quick smile before turning away, heading toward Albus.

Kit stood there for a second, blinking and trying to suppress her embarrassment. She had just attempted to flirt with someone who could have been straight-up out of her league, and now, she was getting caught in a small battle of egos involving what looked like a pretty intense rivalry.

But it was clear Faith wasn’t fazed by any of it. With that, Kit’s smile turned a little more mischievous. “Alright, I’ll take the challenge later,” she said to herself, a little more confident than before. She watched Faith hurry off, her heart racing.

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Meanwhile, Albus was still holding the ball, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His smile was that of a man who found all rules to be optional, especially when he had the perfect target. But before he could make his move, he was intercepted by Faith, who wrapped him in a chokehold from behind.

“Albus, if you throw that, I’ll make you play every booth game until your arms fall off!” she scolded, her voice full of playful threat. Kerano giggled at the scene, clapping her hands.

Albus sighed dramatically but gave in. “Alright, alright, I’ll spare the guy,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “But he deserved it! He was totally cheating!”

Faith let him go, shaking her head but smiling. “I know. I saw. But trust me, starting a riot at the festival is not how I want to spend my afternoon.”

To continue

I kinda lost interest of this. Might come back to add things. Uuhhh don’t know.

@kitsprivatelair hope you like how I added your desperation simp self for goddess Faith

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Hey, don't know if it didn't delivered and/or you have done this before but.. Can we get some Hc's were (male)reader who's a werewolf like Enid and they both go into heat...?

I wasn’t able to work on the other one but I did get it! Been trying other content but I’ll finally get a chance to work on this one. Smut Warning.

Désir brûlant

Enid Sinclair X Male Reader, Smut ahead! Beware!

Being w Werewolf has It’s ups and downs, having Super strength, animal like instincts, the ability to transform into a massive hulking wolf man. Plus finding a mate was easy, they tend to pair off for life. But, there was one major drawback to this seemingly nice life.

Heat, very bad heat.

Heat cycles exist in Animals, and since werewolves are half human, half animal, it only stands that you’d have them as well. And that you did, this overbearing lust and emotional outbursts you’d have all due to the mixture of heritage. This year was no different so straying from girls was a must to avoid coming off as a creep, unfortunately there was one girl who was drawn to all things Creepy. Wednesday Addams.

Sitting in the back corner of the cafe, your pencil traced along the notepad for your Lycanthropy Homework, it’s usually child’s play for you, but something kept shoving its way into the focus of your mind. The notes began to fade and your mind wandered to the sense of touch, holding, touching, which quickly delves into intense, wild, bed breaking sex with, her.. you close your eyes and let instinct take over, it was all darkness. Until puffy blonde hair appears, beautiful emerald green eyes like a lush plane of emeralds, her face was unmistakable, it was Enid.

“(Y/n).” Your eyes shoot open to the sound of speien calling your name, you look up and a dark shroud darkens you. It was none other than Wednesday herself.

“Wednesday, I smelled black roses but, Nevermind. What’s up sunshine?” You Mutter. You met Wedensday by Proxy of Enid when she first darkened the Nevermore gates.

“I need your help with an.. issue.” She says, and sinks into the seat across from you. You casually place your pencil down.

“Look, depending on the size of the body, I can’t digest that much, it’s really bad for you.” You casually explain, Wedensday’s face was obviously a mix of conduit, but she cuts you off.

“That’s not why I’m here— let’s put a pin in that for later. This doesn’t require murder, yet.” She said, you lean back, gently covering your nose. Wednesday scowls a bit.

“Why are you covering you nose? Are you trying to imply something?” She said with her casual accusing tone.

“No, it’s just your… pheromones.” You can’t even look her in the eye, “I don’t want to end up drooling in front of you.” You admit.

“Humorous.” She replies deadpanned, “But this isn’t the first time, it concerns Enid.” She looks a bit, uncomfortable. Pushing your instincts down you wipe your mouth and look at her.

“Is something wrong? Is she okay?” You ask.

“She’s, different… making odd noises in the late night, I suspected her to be “Wolfing out” but that doesn’t seem the case, her whining, noises, it’s droning on and she’s not being cooperative.” Wednesday explains, “As a fellow wolf I assume you might have some insight.”

“Oh, I See.. yeah that makes sense.” You say to yourself.

“What do you mean?” Wedensday said.

“Heat Season. She’s probably struggling the way I am.” You explain, Wedensday looks down, thinking. “I hadn’t considered that option.”

“You didn’t think mating season would be a thing? It is for all of us, that and teenage hormones all mixed together…” you drone on, but stop. “Might want to keep your face away from hers. Might wind up with lipstick on it.” You say in jest, Wedensday having the sense of humor as a dead sewer rat, stares at you.

“She would do such a thing?”

“No Jesus, Wedensday I’m fucking with you, you’re probably not her type anyway.” You stand up, stepping out of the booth.

“Only real way for her to go back to normal is for her to wait out her heat season. Or…” you say, which catches Wedensday by surprise.

“Or what?…”

“You, give her what she wants…” you awkwardly admits.

“You mean, give you what you want?” Wedensday fires back, you try to act as if you have no idea what she means, but the sudden shift in your body language told her exactly what you had in mind. Wednesday thinks and then also stood up.

“I’ll be spending most of the afternoon in the cemetery, go get it out of her system..” she demands, and leaves, something about the way she said it. You felt almost compelled to, following up on Wednesdays “Offer.” More like a demand really, you awkwardly made your way to their room. Gently knocking on the door, you awaited a response for a moment.

“Hey, Enid?” You ask, Wedensday wanted me to Uh, Check on you..” you utter, you hear her shuffling and moving and the door opening. Enid was still as beautiful as ever, just with a very, tired look. Her eyes lit up for a moment seeing you, and a few very inappropriate ideas flooded her brain, she smiled.

“(Y/n)! It’s, really good to see you, really good.” She really extended her pronouncing on that one. You took the hint and leaned in slightly.

“Well, is there… anything I can do to—“ You could barely make out the sentence before you felt her hand grip your tie and yank you into the room.

3RD Person.

Enid wasn’t always so forward with things but to get the itch she’s been dying to scratch for so long, she took the first opportunity that came. It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to realize Enid had her hands on the door, pinning him against it and her lips assaulting his, her trying to coop herself in her room for the cycle to run its course wasn’t going to work, and Him drooling over her wasn’t going to help that. His hands gripped what part of her they could, her waist around his palms that get hotter each second, she was, surprisingly, barely wearing anything besides underwear that she was dying to tear off. Switching positions, Enids body was pressed against the door, this time (Y/n) taking the more dominant role as his lips pursed and kissed her neck, hard. (Y/n) stripped himself down to match her, sweat beading off both.

Her desperate moans crept into his ear, panting and gasping. “Harder, bite me, harder~” she pleaded, he gently let his teeth sink slightly into her skin, her body shivers, her nails digging into (Y/n)’s back as her grunts of pleasure were like music to (Y/n)’s ears. His enhanced strength lets him effortlessly Lift the girl up and walk her to Her bed, lying her down he mounts his mate and both are ready for the main course. His sex aligns with hers and his eyes locked with hers, he waits for a moment, to gauge wether she wants to go this far, Enid nods, looking lovingly into his eyes. He obliges, and slowly pushes inside, the hot wave of pleasure runs though them both, but Enid more, the way her head cocked back and the way her voice shivers as she yells “Fuuuuuuck~” as he enters. Her legs wrap around his waist, not letting him out. Her chest presses against his, holding (Y/n) tightly. His palms grip the bedsheets as he thrusts away, sloshing in her soaking wet depths, her cries of pleasure ring though the room. It only took a few thrusts for Enids to feel an orgasm coming.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“ she could barely let the worse escape her mouth before her body clenched around his, shaking in orgasm. (Y/n) pulled his throbbing shaft out and let his seed explode all over her stomach, both gasping for air they lie down together. (Y/n) wipes the sweat from his brow to recover, but he got no rest as he felt Enid this time Mount him, she didn’t hesitate to slide right down on his cock and ride away.

It was hours of passionate love, different positions, both being the dominant and submissive role in their relations. It was nearing midnight and Wednesday had given them ample time to get themselves together, she approached the door and opened it to the waft of sex hitting her nose, she, realizing the mistake she made walked to the window and opened it to air the room out, she completely ignored the exhausted duo lying on Enids bed.

“H-Hey, roomie…” Enid grumbles, tired.

“Good night Enid, (Y/n)?” She asks, he looks over to her.

“Yeah?” He asks, tired.

“Thank you for getting it out of her system.”

[willowdumbdumb]

Heyyy I'm posting this on tumbler ahhh omg wow

------Sweet Valentine----

Valentines' day. A day full of love, many types of love. A great day to show your loved ones they are, well, loved!

Every toon was pretty easy to get gifts. Goob gets cookies. Teagen gets pastries for her tea parties. There was even something for Shrimpo! There was only one toon that Cosmo still couldn't figure out what to do for…

Sprout.

In concept it sounds easy, but the moment it was attempted. It sucked. Every idea Cosmo even thought of, someone was already doing it or it just wasn't great enough.

New baking supplies? Eh he already had so much, plus Sprout got plenty last year.

What about sewing a new scarf? Sprout would surely love that! Well, it was a great idea until he spotted Shelly working away on a scarf also for the strawberry.

A new recipe! Cosmo could just go look in the library for a recipe that they haven't tried yet, Sprout loved making new things. But who gives something for their partner to make for Valentines' Day? That wouldn't work. Not in cosmos mind.

He would just bake something for Sprout like he was doing for everyone else. But Cosmo wanted it to be special.

Sprout’s vagueness with everything he liked didn't help at all.

Flowers? “They're ok”

Chocolates? “Mmm aight.”

Jewelry?!?! “Okay”

“God damn it, why do you have to be so hard!!” Cosmo banged his head on the table while exclaiming, notepad and pencil next to him. Things were scribbled down, then was immediately scribbled over. (Say gex/j)

Every. single. Idea.

He lifted his head and glanced over at Sprout, walking from the elevator towards the kitchen. “Sprout, what are you doing down here?” He questioned while pushing the notepad away.

“Eh, I just thought I should stop by and see you. What’re you doing anyway?” he pushed himself to lean onto the table Cosmo was sitting at. Sitting up in his chair, Cosmo responded, “I’m trying to figure out some valentine ideas...”

Sprout held a smug smile on his face, “For someone special?” The words made his eyes shot open.

“Of course not! Its uh for everyone!”

“Whatever you say” Sprout replied and rubbed the top of the swiss roll’s head, then he got an idea. “How about we work on it together? Pass over some of your ideas!”

Cosmo jumped at his yell, scratching his hand. “Uh...” think think think- “Baking a bunch of pastries” shit. What if sprout agrees to that plan?

“A bunch of pastries for everyone...” Sprout raised his chin and looked over at the oven and counters that were for the common toons. “...How about instead we do a valentines themed picnic lunch? I could ask Dandy if we can use the garden”

Cosmo gripped at his hoodie, a dribble of frosting falling off him. “Yeahhh sounds great.” He gritted his teeth together, Sprout reached over to fix his frosting. “Yeah? I'll go ahead and ask the flower and you jot down food ideas!”

His smile faltered when sprout finally went inside the elevator and left. Cosmo slammed his head against the table. Why in the world did he agree to this.

—-----------------------

Cosmo screwed up. The two spent the day before Valentine's Day baking and cooking for the picnic. The whole day. Not a minute was left for Cosmo to go continue thinking of a gift. So now here he was on Valentine's Day, with no gift for his best friend.

“Think we got everything?” Sprout spread out the large blanket on the soft fake grass. (The bakers will have to thank Dandy again for letting them use the garden.)

“Yeah, everything's set.” His focus was set on other things, the picnic not being it. “I'll tell everyone lunch is ready.” Sprout shuffled up, stretching his arms and walking off. Leaving Cosmo to his thoughts again.

‘What would be a good last-minute gift...’

He looked at one of the containers. A cylinder metal container containing some cookies.

His eyes lit up, Cosmo knows what to do! He might've said it wasn't good enough before but now It was all he had. Cosmo jumped up and ran towards the elevator almost running into the poor strawberry.

“Ey Cos’ what are you in the rush for?” Other toons walked past them, heading to the picnic area.

“I uh. I forgot to bake something!” Sprout raised an eyebrow, eyes questioning the swiss roll’s forgetfulness “I can help you do it—”

“NO!” sprouts eyes widened at his yell. “I mean– no! You focus on having fun, I'll be real quick, ok?” Before Sprout could even resist Cosmo ran off, only just letting his friend watch him.

The strawberry’s eyes softened, and his mouth curved. Even if he was upset about Cosmo ditching them for a short time, the sweet swiss roll had a tight rope on sprouts heart that couldn't make him that angry.

—---------------

The plan was absolutely perfect! Cosmo would make a cupcake quickly and use some frosting to frost it as sprouts face! Ok it sounded weird but the two made a cookie with Astros face, so it had the idea.

‘Just whip up some batter, pop it in the oven..and fix up some frosting.’

He reached over for the ingredients and got to work!

—-----------------

Sprout sat relaxed on the corner of the blanket. Everyone had finished the food, now just chatting along themselves. It mostly contained more gift giving. He let out a sigh, wishing for Cosmo to be there.

He gripped at his own hand. What was so important he had to do now? All the toons had gotten all the pasties they were gifted. What in the word had Cosmo forgotten about...

“Uh hum.” A cough came up behind him, making him turn his head, kicking him out of his thinking and looking up at who was there. “Cosmo! You're back!” Sprout jumped up and wrapped his arms around him.

“I saved some food for you, didn't want you to be hungry,” he said and gestured to where a plate sat next to where Sprout was sitting. Cosmo looked down at the plate, “oohh sprout how nice of you...”

“Now” Sprouts hands gripped the others’ shoulder. “What was so important you had to go?” Oh. Right.

“I'm so sorry again–”

“Ah ah just tell me. I'm dying of curiosity ‘ere!”

Cosmo lowered his gaze and brought out a small brown box with a red ribbon around it. “I uh... I had to get you something...”

Inside the box was a cupcake with Sprout’s very own face on it. “I understand you don’t like it. I made it very last min—”

“I love it! It\s so cute!” Sprout joyfully chirped and set the cupcake down on his plate. “You went to do that?”

Cosmo blinked a few times and looked away, “Well, yeah, I needed to get you something! I didn't want to show up to you empty handed so I made that really fast” A laughter broke his rant, a booming laughter.

The strawberry was laughing.

“Why- why are you laughing?”

“Cos’ you didn't need to get me anything! I'm serious!” Sprout hugged onto Cosmo. “I appreciate the gift, but you didn't need to... “

He tilted his head and pecked Cosmo’s cheek, lips brushing against the stars on them. “You being here is enough for me ‘aight?”

Cosmo’s eyes started to tear up and he tightened his grip around Sprout. “Why are you crying??”" I'm sorry I just- I just love you so much”

“Oh, my goodness Cosmo. I love you too, ok?"

He held back a sniffle and turned to face him. "Really?”

Sprout smiled and held the others hand, "I love you a lot Cosmo. Happy Valentine's Day”

[thestorieswesay]

1, 7, 12

the last sentence you wrote

"He smiles sharply - his plan is a success."

your preferred writing fonts

I type in Notepad specifically because I find Courier New so pleasing and easy on the eyes (this is also why I put quotes in the 'Chat' feature on Tumblr, lol). Plus, writing in Notepad helps me not get distracted by spelling and grammar errors being underlined when I'm in the Zone.

a trope you’re really into right now

I answered this here. It's just me waxing poetical about blood.

[themrswallace]

May I kindly ask for some more of reader's birthday h/c, please?)

If there'll be some NSFW too, that's fine by me😏😉

Well, if it’s Wallace then you know he’ll go all out with the party planning: presents, balloons, banners, food, decorations, the works! Either at home or a big venue depending on the readers preference.

He makes a thing of keeping it secret between him and Gromit, maybe teasing reader whenever they ask or spot anything relating to a present or supplies for the big day, and don’t get me started on the fact Wallace would have the army of Norbots go about this as well, trailing in and out of the basement/garage with whatever it is he’s bought, covered up obviously but reader becomes all the more curious as to what he’s doing from the bump in activity. Plus you know Gromit makes a point of cooking extra in the week leading ups subtly wanting them to try cakes, pies, various party themed snacks he’s dulled down to appear normal, jotting down readers preferences when he notices them sticking to a certain food or drink, or remarking on the taste, he hides a notepad in one of the drawers for easy access. Lastly, Fluffles, not the best at keeping secrets but she’s honest in her endeavour to make reader a dress/outfit for their birthday, she leaves out the mention of a party but from how glamorous it turns out, reader gets the idea something is coming.

Finally, the big day! Readers got breakfast in bed, morning snuggles from their man, a mountain of cards from the neighbours and a few early gifts to open to wet their appetite for what’s to come. Its a soft celebration to say the least, in a good way 😘

After spending time with their family and doing some birthday shopping, Wallace pretends to have to run a quick errand and be in need of readers help, stopping outside a large yard type building, it’s dead outside, no one around, no sign of a till or whatever it is he’s looking for, he brings reader through the front door to their unease to reveal…A SURPRISE PARTY!!

All of readers friends are there, their extended family, parents, siblings, neighbours, the main building is decorated to the nines with their favourite colours and themes, it’s quite a display.

Finally Fluffles unveils the readers finished outfit and hands it to them to change into so the event can start.

The afternoon into the late evening is a magical whirlwind of dancing, games, the most amazing food and being the centre of everyone’s attention, reader is the main attraction and everyone knows it!

When it comes to cake, Gromits gone whole hog! To round off the party he wheels out a to many tiered monster of a confection into the middle of the room, sparklers, figures, flowers, ribbons, editable arrangements, only the best for reader. It’s a magical day and the cake is delicious as it is beautiful. Reader almost feels bad cutting into it. But they do, and share a slice with Wallace who ends up getting some on his nose like the goof he is.

There’s no real time for presents as it gets awful late, but to be honest all reader wants right now of their family, and more of those little chicken things Gromits made

[rigelmejo]

Friendly tips for tracking stuff if you absolutely need minimal distraction or effort (aka what I do, which may or may not work for you... i'll be honest I think I'm just finicky and lazy and that's why I ended up with such specific ways of doing things to keep myself from avoiding the tasks)

Do you want to sentence mine/save vocabulary or phrases to study later? Are you too lazy to make anki cards or an excel spreadsheet? What I do: pick your translation look up tool of choice (Pleco is great for chinese, Yomiwa app works for japanese) or go even lazier and use 1 translation app for all languages (Google Translate is what I use). Look up words quickly in that app (I use Google Translate the majority of the time because 1. I can look up with pinyin typing, my voice, hanzi write if needed, or copy paste, which makes things easier 2. If I'm reading in a web browser on my phone and press-click to get the option "translate" then a Google Translate app pop up comes up on screen - I think you can set any translator app to do this though so I suggest setting that up if you don't use GT). Once you look up a word/phrase/sentence, star/favorite/save it. Google Translate lets you just click the star in upper right. Pleco has a plus button in upper right to add to a saved collection (Pleco has a built in SRS flashcards feature if you DO want to study your saved stuff later in flashcards). I save words I look up to Google Translate by pressing the star, then later when I feel like studying or reviewing I will open Google Translate click the upper left star and see all my saved words. A long list of stuff I saved is the simplest method of "study material I made" - easier than writing for me, than making anki flashcards, than something else. Also if you use a general translation app like Google Translate/DeepL etc, you can save sentences and phrases (versus say Pleco where you have to look up individual words then could save example sentences). I do recommend Pleco or a language specific app for the language youre studying if possible though, often those more specific apps have better translations and better study features. But for the simplest process (if you read online a lot or watch a lot of shows, listen to audio) just look up the word/phrase/sentence translation, save in the translation app, and view the saved list later to review.

Tracking time? Pick the tool you use most. I use my phone because I always have it with me. I have a Note pinned to my Home screen, my daily "to do list" note that I update whenever I have something new to do that I might forget. I put a "X language X activity:" on this list at the top. When I do the activity for a half hour or hour I add .5 or 1 to whatever number was there before. Alternatively, if you have a journal or notepad you often carry, put a count on the front page, or on a sticky note you use as a bookmark for the current page you're using, and you can do tally lines per hour instead of constantly changing the number - I just change the number because with a digital note its easy. I have tried to use time tracker apps and the thing is I am TOO lazy to open a new app, press a timer, then press tp end the timer, then close the app, thats extra steps to whatever I was going to do! Its easier for me to just do a thing, then open my note and add to a number.

[smartonlinenotepad]

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[drcarmenatty]

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[intellitechdataservices]

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[joyflameball]

Making my own post abt this actually, since there is a more popular version running around that has shitty advice and I sure as hell ain't gonna manage to hijack that

Switching to Firefox: What do?

Now a lot of us are neurodivergent and have FAR too many tabs for our own good, and I can understand if you're nervous about switching because of that, since that's a LOT of tabs and you don't wanna lose them. Trust me, I relate to that immensely. I have FAR too many tabs open for my own good.

So what you should do in that case is save your tabs. I personally saved my tabs in a private Discord server, since that let me open the tabs again easily, and make categories for each type of tab, but you can use something like Notepad to save them as well. So, you copy-paste all your tabs over to wherever you're saving them (and additionally, copy-pasting all of them will allow you to see tabs you don't need and delete them, since they're no longer buried).

Once you're into Firefox and signed in, head to Settings. You should see in the general tab the button that says "Import Browser Data." You'll see a dropdown arrow that will let you pick whatever browser you wanna import your data from.

That easy! From there, pull up ALL your tabs and you're good to go!

Simplified explanation:

Save all your previous tabs, maybe in Notepad (I personally used a private Discord server, for the reasons I explained).

Once in Firefox, head to Settings and import your Chrome data.

Pull up your tabs that you saved, and you're in!

Settings

So, you're in the general tab with your data from Chrome imported. Now, keep going through the Settings, because there's a LOT more you can do, and Firefox's settings are fairly simple to navigate. I can't give you any advice for the general tab, that's all for you to handle.

Head to Home, and this is where you'll need to start changing some stuff. I recommend disabling "Recommended By Pocket" for the safest experience, not just because it's better for privacy, but also because the Pocket stuff is annoying. Also disable "Snippets" at the bottom.

Search

Head to Search. From here, you'll be able to disable Google as the default browser, which is good for everyone. You can use DuckDuckGo, which pretty safe.

If you wanna use a different search engine from what is shown, it's gonna be a bit more complicated to set up. In the Search tab of settings, set it so there's a search bar in the toolbar.

Go to the address of whatever new search engine you wanna use (I'm personally using ecosia.org, as it helps w the environment by planting trees, AND it's got a really good privacy policy). Let's use as example: youtube.com .

You'll see a magnifying glass with a plus sign in the smaller search bar. When you click it, you'll be shown a dropdown that says "This time, search with: [all the search engines]." Click the YouTube icon that has a plus sign next to it (again, YouTube as example).

I'm explaining this somewhat confusingly- Mozilla's website has a much better explanation.

Head back to the Firefox settings, and set your default search engine to the new site. Bam.

(Additionally: to disable ever searching with Google, scroll down to Search Shortcuts, and remove the check mark next to Google.)

Simplified explanation:

Set it so there's two search bars.

Go to the address of whatever search engine you wanna use.

Click the magnifying glass, then the icon of the new search engine.

Head back to the Search settings, and switch to the new engine.

Privacy and Security

THIS is what you're here for. Firefox has LOADS of settings to make you more secure. My personal recommendations are:

Set enhanced tracking protections to Strict, or if you wanna customize it yourself, Custom. This will allow you to block cryptominers, trackers, cookies, and fingerprinters.

Set it to clear history when Firefox is closed, if you wish.

Set it so that the search bar will not show you suggestions from sponsors, and don't allow Mozilla to process your search queries.

Under Permissions > Location, set it to block all requests to access your location. You can do the same for whatever other permissions you'd like, but especially block Location.

Block Firefox from making personalized extension recommendations, at the very least. If you don't want Firefox to use telemetry data, set it so Firefox won't send technical and interaction data to Mozilla.

Block dangerous downloads, obviously, and set it to HTTPS-Only Mode on all windows.

Enable secure DNS stuff using Max Protection. I'm personally using NextDNS (recommended by r/piracy).

Again, I'm not the arbiter of information here. You do whatever you want with your privacy and security settings. These are just my personal recommendations.

Extensions

A point of contention in the original post was how many fucking addons the OP had that essentially did the same thing, like several different adblockers when just one is enough. This is risky not just because it'll slow your browser down to hell and back, but also because it'll make you MORE traceable.

However, this doesn't mean you should go around with zero extensions. Especially since In Today's Day And Age, you WILL get ambushed with ads wherever you go. So at the very least you'll need an adblocker. However, there are extra extensions you can use to help clean up, for example, YouTube Search.

Here's my personal list of extensions. I made sure these aren't redundant, or don't cover settings that Firefox already has.

I could be wrong in places, so if anyone wants to push back on this, I encourage it.

Ublock Origin: GET THIS ONE. Everyone and their mother loves this bad boy. Great adblocker that works REALLY well to clean up the web and make things less... awful. It lets you block specific website elements (so if Tumblr's pulling shit you can block it), and in settings it has a WHOLE lot of privacy/safety settings you can turn on which I won't go over, since this is a post about Firefox. The point is: GET UBLOCK. Everyone loves it, it's great, it's reliable, 10/10.

SponsorBlock: This is a GREAT addon that completely skips sponsored sections in YouTube videos. It feels kinda seamless sometimes. It also lets you skip a lot of extra unnecessary stuff as well.

Youtube Search Fixer: Unclogs YouTube's search so you won't get playlists, shorts, unrelated search results, all that fun stuff, so you can just find what you're looking for. Not entirely foolproof, as the search is going down the drain generally, but gets rid of shorts and shit.

Youtube Shorts Block: Automatically turns YouTube Shorts into standard YouTube videos so you can get away from the fucking TikTokkification of the Internet.

Return Youtube Dislike: Remember how YouTube inexplicably removed the ability to see dislikes? This addon reverts that. You can see dislikes again.

Auto Tab Discard: We're all neurodivergent here and have way too many tabs, and that slows down our fucking computers. Auto Tab Discard basically puts those tabs into sleep mode- not deleting them, but making them go offline so they aren't taking up as much running time. It also lets you mark specific sites to NOT get put into sleep mode, if you need them up for whatever reason.

XKit Rewritten: Look. We're on Tumblr. We know this site's bullshit and how it's impossible to use. XKit helps fix a LOT of the bullshit on this site and adds on helpful stuff. Seriously, get XKit, they're the ones carrying this whole fucking site.

Again- I could be wrong. And I think the only one you 100% DEFINITELY NEED is uBlock. The others are just for convenience. You don't need to install any of these extensions except uBlock. It's just my personal recommendations.

TLDR

Get Firefox. Save all your tabs from Chrome, sync your data, do all that jazz.

Set your default search engine to anything but Google. You can do DuckDuckGo.

USE FIREFOX'S GREAT SECURITY SETTINGS. You don't need a million extensions to do stuff Firefox already CAN do.

The only extension you 100% need is uBlock Origin, but here's my list of ones I personally recommend to help clean up the web and have a better experience.

Get off of Chrome. Google is currently on trial, brought there by the fucking DOJ, for being an illegal monopoly. The trial started about a week ago, and will last for about three months. Depending on how this goes, this could shake up Google's whole monopoly, and change the future of the entire internet.

Firefox is better in every way than Chrome. Firefox will actually try to protect you and lets you opt out of unnecessary data collection. Firefox is not based on Chromium. Firefox is open source, and its code has been scrutinized and deemed as safe. It's not perfect, no corporation is- and Mozilla is ultimately that, a corporation. But god, it's leaps and bounds ahead of Chrome. Switch to Firefox.

[bosstinyhouse]

Learn About All the Smart Shelf Designs for Your Tiny House

Every tiny homeowner desires to make way for more storage space without compromising their tiny house aesthetics. The key to doing so is, however, by getting innovative with shelving. Integrating space-friendly shelving doesn’t only let you keep valuable items but also adds to the look of your house. BOSS’s affordable tiny house has spacious interiors with PIR insulation to keep the rooms warm during winters and cold during the summers. Here you will learn about all the smart and creative shelf ideas for your tiny home.

Why Do Shelves Create the Ideal Storage Spaces In Tiny Homes?

Shelves are foolproof storage solutions for tiny homeowners as they let you set up the ideal places to store your belongings. Furthermore, they also allow you to make fuller utilization of the corners and blank walls without consuming floor space. However, one needs to have a different mindset to install shelves. It doesn’t matter what type of shelves you plan to use; install them safely with the right support, or you could land in a hazardous situation.

Loft Storage

Tiny home lofts are places dedicated to sleeping and resting. Also, since it is the most overlooked part of the house, they make ideal places for shelves. Solid loft shelves can store heavier items, shoes, clothes, and blankets. Plus, they are convenient as well and let you access things easily.

High Spaces

Installing shelves of different sizes in higher spaces including above the windows and below the ceilings, make for excellent storage. You can use these spaces to store plants, baskets, and pillows. You can even use these high spaces to store unused items.

Narrow Shelves

Consider skinny shelves if you need to organize your kitchen or work area. Some of the narrow shelves come with closed compartments to help you store small stationery. You can use these same shelves in the kitchen to display cooking magazines, cutting boards, platters, and plates.

Floating Shelves

Tiny home floating shelves open spaces simply. Floating shelves are attached to the walls with noticeable means of support, making your tiny home look clean and organized. Think of integrating floating shelves in your kitchen to store your fancy stemware, ceramic bowls, and favorite dishes.

Use the Existing Surfaces Creatively

Using Shelf and Office Desk as One

To save space inside your workspace, try incorporating shelves to preserve computers, highlighters, and notepads. Plan for a high-bottom shelf so you can sit and do your work. Utilize the walls to keep the shelves anchored and ensure sufficient space for the cords to slip through.

Put the Windowsill to Good Use

You can decorate the windowsills using smaller items that consume some space, including small picture frames, potted herbs, and plants. If you are thinking of keeping the windows open during certain times of the year, then be mindful of the wind, weather, blinds, and curtains. BOSS’s tiny house shell for sale has double tempered glass windows that provide optimal security to the inmates.

Customized Shelving Ideas

Corner Shelves

Corners offer the right scope to build designated, compact sports shelves in a space you don’t use frequently. Corner shelves are easy to install. You can invest in ready-made corner shelves in different styles or create them yourself from leftover materials and use them to store wallets, purses, scarves, shoes, hats, and keys.

Fold-Out Ceiling Shelves

Tiny home ceilings can be used up for different types of storage. Such shelves can hang from ceilings and make room for more seasonal items, kitchenware, and clothes you don’t use all year round.

Custom-Built Shelves

If you cannot find the right shelf, make it yourself. Make the shelves suit your particular needs. The shelves should also be sturdy if you store heavy and bulky items.Choosing the right shelf is important, and it begins by measuring the items you wish to place on them and the walls. Remember, your objective should revolve around creating efficient storage. Apart from shelf customization, you can customize the tiny home you are about to stay in.  BOSS’s easy-to-customize tiny home structures are built with snow-load-tested roofs and come with ready pre-installed plumbing and electrical facilities, so you can better focus on building suitable shelves and storage spaces. Explore the best tiny house kits and get their virtual tour by visiting the website.

[3t22]

Website making and development are getting more and more easy as more resources are made and shared. W3Schools is great. HTML5-Templates is great. Color A11y is great. WAVE Webaim is great.

Get yourself a nice (free!) coding client. Neocities' text editor works alright and so does regular Notepad, but having something robust with more features and debugging functions is always a plus. I personally use VSCode, sometimes Notepad++ as well, and they're both free for anyone to use!

Feel free to study others' pages, look at how they do things. Inspect Element is okay but only for referencing- flat out copying or plagiarizing someone's code is very rude, especially on fully custom HTML made from-scratch.

Engines like Zonelet offer a great way to make a blog for your site quickly and easily, it's meant to be accessible to beginners. Use templates at your disposal too, I promise it doesn't look tacky and you can also make some amazing stuff off of them!

Surf the web a little bit and stash away links to websites that inspire you. Keep them handy whenever you need that burst of creativity with your coding- even the most outlandish ideas can become memorable sites for other people! Or even yourself if you don't care about whether or not the world sees your website!

Similarly, keep logs of your ideas that you get when you're out an about for later. Write or type or sketch them out. The best inspiration comes from the outside world, so make sure you don't get too caught up in the online world!

Make whatever your heart desires. Make a personal website. Make a website about a favourite franchise. Make a website about your favourite music. Make a website for your recipes or patterns. Make a website to help other people make a website. The Internet is your oyster.

Peace and love on planet internet.

I command you all to start learning how to code and make your own personal websites on the indie web. Who cares if you don't know how to code outside of editing templates, who cares if nobody else cares about the niche topics you make shrines out of, who cares if it looks sloppy and shitty- it's your website, you can do whatever you want with it, and that's the real beauty behind the indie web. You don't have to be constrained by the limits of web3 and modern social media- go wild*!!

*But also make sure that your website is accessible or at least provide an accessible version of it. Very few websites can be 100% accessible, but it's good to make sure as many people can see it as possible.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello, a bit of a different ask but I'm struggling with my organisation. I have lots of scenes/one-shot/prompt ideas hanging around everywhere (notebooks, phone, pc). Do you have any tips or organisation methods? I know people use Scrivener, but I can't pay for the subscription. I've tried Notion, but I heard it isn't private? It doesn't even have to be a digital program, honestly. I'm at a loss, any advice would be greatly appreciated!

Organizing Story Ideas

Here are my tips for how to organize ideas for different stories...

Choose Your Storage Method

There are lots of different ways you can store ideas, but it may take trying a few before you find one that really works for you. Ultimately, you're looking for something that will let you place the ideas into different categories and potentially sub-categories. Here are some suggestions:

Writing Programs/Apps - There are several beloved writing programs and apps that offer the ability to categorize ideas. Scrivener is certainly one of them, and for the record, it's not subscription-based. As of 8/21 it's a one-time fee of $49. Minor updates are free, but very occasionally there will be a major update that requires a small upgrade fee. Pros: It's easy to type ideas and move things around. Cons: You could lose your ideas if you don't back them up.

Computer File Folders - This is the main method I personally use. In my writing folder on my laptop, I have a folder labeled "plot bunnies" that contains sub-folders for different kinds of ideas. Here's what it looks like:

I don't have sub-folders for sub-categories, but you certainly could if you wanted to. I put each idea into its own notepad file, then save it into the appropriate folder. Pros: It's easy and super organized. I know exactly where to find a certain idea when I need it. Plus, it's easy to add new ideas when I have them. Also, when I'm struggling with an WIP, it's easy to look through other ideas to see if I can incorporate them into the WIP. Cons: You could lose all your ideas if something happens to your laptop, so it's a good idea to have them backed up and make sure you update back ups often.

Notebooks - This is the method I used to use, and TBH it would be a good back up for either of the above methods. I also keep a notebook by my bed for writing down dreams and middle-of-the-night ideas, and I try to transfer them into the appropriate plot bunnies folder every now and then. Look for a multi-subject notebook. If you need sub-categories, you can buy stick-on file tabs to sub-divide. With this method, it's best to let every idea have its own page or half-page. You might also look for one that has built-in pockets where you can quickly store ideas written on post-its, scrap paper, etc. Just make sure to transfer them to their own sections eventually! Pros: Notebooks are inexpensive, easy to store, and easy to grab when you're writing. Cons: If you lose it, you lose your ideas, so this method warrants a back-up method as well.

Three-Ring Binder - This is a variation on the notebook method but one that works especially well if you need a lot of categories and sub-categories. Not only can you use tabbed dividers to create sections, you can use stick-on tabs to create sub-categories as needed. You can also add folders and pockets, or anything else you need. Pros: Binders are relatively inexpensive and come in a variety of sizes. You can fill them with whatever kind of paper works best for noting your ideas. Cons: They're more expensive than notebooks, not as easy to store, and generally work best if you have a lot of empty space on a table or desk so you can work in them. Once again, a backup method is recommended.

Index Cards/Organizer - This method would be especially good if you have a ton of ideas, need a ton of categories, and need lots of sub-categories. Ideally, each idea would go on its own card. Pros: there are a variety of index card storage methods available. You can color code different categories. You can use tabbed index card dividers for categories or make your own using stick-on tabs. Cons: Ideas take longer to find in categories with lots of cards. You need to purchase cards and container. Also need a backup method.

Kanban Board/Binder - Kanban boards are dry erase boards (or bulletin boards) that are divided into sections, each one being its own category. Tasks (or in this case, ideas) are written down on an index card or post-it note, and stuck to (or tacked to) the board in its proper category. You can also use punched, laminated cardstock to create a Kanban Binder. Here's the one I use for writing tasks. I did mine using an old Happy Planner using old Happy Planner covers (since they're already laminated,) but you could also use a three-ring binder.

Looking at the image in the bottom right, each category consists of two laminated pages facing each other. So, this could be "novel ideas" and the columns (sub-categories) are genres like mystery, romance, fantasy, etc. Or, the category could be "fantasy" and the columns could be poems, short stories, novellas, and novels. Whatever works for you! You can Google Kanban boards to see what the board version looks like. Pros: Quick reference, easy to add ideas and remove them when they've been done. Also, it's a versatile/flexible method. Cons: You may need to buy a board or binder and post-it notes/index cards. Also needs a backup method.

Figure Out Your Categories/Sub-Categories

Once you have your method chosen and set up, you'll need to think about how you want to categorize everything and what categories/sub-categories you need. You may even want to do this before you settle on a method. Genres and sub-genres would be one method, writing formats (poetry, fan-fiction, short story, etc.) is another option. You might even choose to categorize by publishing method/intention or how much you like the ideas.

Gather, Sort, and Re-Home

Now it's time to grab your phone, notebooks, and laptop/desktop, gather up all those disparate ideas, sort them into their categories and sub-categories, and put them into their new home!

Choose a Backup Method

Whether you designate a thumb drive and back up your laptop plot bunny folder every week, buy a spiral notebook to jot down new ideas before they go into the primary storage, or take occasional photos of your Kanban board/binder, you definitely want to make sure you have your backup method chosen and use it often. That way, if something happens to the main method, you don't lose all those ideas.

Keep an eye on the comments in case there are more ideas!

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[paper-n-ashes]

The Late Shift - Part 2

Characters: Paul Sevier x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: Little inklings of sexual themes. Otherwise we’re still in PG territory. Oh and mutual pining from two idiots. My favourite kind.

Authors Note: One shot? I don’t know her. Honestly, I don’t have any excuse. I just felt the urge to continue on with this dumb fluffy story because it makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy inside and I needed that. Will we drive this car straight into smut town afterwards? Ah you’ll just have to see. 

Catch up with Part 1 here

*

Paul always considered himself a smart guy. Perceptive, knowledgeable, with years of grueling education behind him to be where he is today.

His schooling, work, almost every minute of his waking moments was spent in the realm of artificial illustrations of correspondence. He could happily spend hours sifting through the words and numbers that made up all types of message transmission, might even admit he had a talent for decoding their significance and origin. Exchanges born from machinery were easy to analyse – they had set rules and gave little room for differing interpretation. He was comfortable in that world. Knew how things worked, what paths data and carefully devised information would take.

Human communication was infinitely harder to navigate. It was a skill he knew he was lacking in, compared to others at least. His words never came out the way he wanted, he struggled to say exactly what was wished to convey and agonised over the fact expression and tone could morph any remark into something with a whole different meaning.

Every day, he encountered people who used this as a tool - a weapon to obscure the truth and conceal hidden agendas. It was hard not to, working for the US government. In time, he’d become cynical. Wary of what people spoke aloud, assuming it was all said without much sincerity or reliability unless proven otherwise.

And then after another arduous day, there you were. Out of nowhere. Kind. Honest. Genuine. Within such an excruciatingly short interaction, you’d exuded all these traits so effortlessly. A breath of fresh air after being smothered by the smog the rest of his life contained.

Paul would easily admit his attraction to you was surprisingly swift. The rapturing smile you wore when you’d looked up from your notepad had him snared from the moment it appeared, an aura of natural vibrance and radiant energy shimmering out from your animated expression. What he’d expected to be a dry, tedious endeavour turned into a spark-filled scene, where an excited stranger made him feel both horrendously nervous and unusually at-ease. It had been a long time since someone made him feel like that.

It had also been a long time since he’d asked someone out on a date, for more than a few reasons. The more prolific Paul became in his job, the more unpredictable and unstable his life outside of it was. It took him across the country at a moments’ notice and consumed most hours of his day, meaning forging even short relationships was fairly difficult.

Plus… he just wasn’t good at it. Putting himself out there. He was shy, paralyzingly so. It’s not exactly something he could refute. His confidence was always born from experience and understanding, in knowing the reasons behind why things worked the way they did, along with being able to calculate what would happen next. No textbook could ever cover the entire spectrum of human personality, and there was no way to truly predict what a person might do or say. 

So, without the security of knowledge behind him, uneasiness and apprehension took over in most of his social interactions, particularly with those he felt a magnetism to. It’s exactly how he thought he seemed during his time with you. Awkward and floundering. Not exactly the most charming attributes for a man to have. And yet, the longer he was in your presence, the more he sensed those foibles fade into the back of his mind.

Talking to you was easy. Easier than it had been with anyone during a first meeting. What hadn’t been easy was enduring the seconds your touch grazed over him in your delicate workings while taking each different measurement - his heart beating a little faster, his muscles becoming a little more tense. When you’d eventually let your stare reach his, he’d seen how your eyes moved to trace the lines of his mouth, and it set his insides on fire. He’d been frozen by the unique type of burn, his body locked in place while a rare impulse begged him to sink his lips onto yours. In the past, he struggled to kiss a woman even after several dates, unable to push past the fear and doubt to turn his desire into action. However, in that moment, he’d been all too eager. His hand had moved on its own accord, fingers slinking up your waist, about to pull you closer when interruption instantly shattered his resolve.

The urge was still there in the dialogue that followed, although the promise of seeing you tomorrow made it easier to walk away, safe in the knowledge he had another opportunity to ask you out when his confidence was properly steeled. For once, he could be smart about this. Use his natural intellect to plan and act accordingly, giving him the best odds of securing more time with you.

Oh, but that all went to shit when your text message popped up on his phone screen. Seeing those words, even if they were meant for someone else, made his excitement reach an unfathomable peak, and in turn made him recklessly send a response without taking a second to think about the consequences.

And now, Paul had never felt so stupid in his entire life.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, the phone in his palm lit up with your conversation on display, he felt his stomach spasm with anxiety. Were you going to reply? What would you say? What if his bluntness freaked you out? What if you weren’t even talking about him? Was this all something his mind conjured up?

As the minutes passed without any sign of a response, the initially minor sense of panic began to compound, weighing heavy on his chest, the chaos of his mind soon melting into one certainty - he’d totally fucked this up.

About to slump his forehead into the steering wheel in a display of despondency, Paul suddenly felt a flash of courage at remembering the view of your face peering up at him. He knew the image of it would haunt him if he didn’t do something. He had to fix this. Explain himself. But it needed to be in person. He wouldn’t let technology mess this up for him again.

With a purposeful breath, Paul exited his car and began to retrace his steps past the other shopfronts, silently rehearsing what he wanted to say to you. He hoped to surrender himself to a collectively embarrassing situation, laugh off the turn of events, having it all culminate in an offer of dinner once your shift had finished. He already had a place in mind, only a street away, a little dumpling house that was always open late. Perfect for a cosy, quiet date after a chance meeting.

When his eyes latched onto your figure through the glass window, he stopped his hand from reaching for the door handle. You were crouching down in front of a small boy, his mother behind him cradling a newborn baby, your hand gesturing towards an array of child size suits. Paul couldn’t help but watch as your warming smile beamed, guiding the boys hands to touch and feel over the material, your words evidently making him feel more at ease as his expression slowly relaxed out of its worried frown.

Creeping backwards to make sure you didn’t catch him in your periphery, Paul felt a wave of relief wash over his skin, having evidence that your lack of reply wasn’t due to any of the worst case scenarios he’d been fretting over. You were just busy, concentrated on your work, giving your time and expertise to others in the same way you’d given to him.

The realisation was enough for him slink away, still impatient for your next encounter but assured in it being set within the next day cycle. He just had to wait.

Although, waiting wasn’t exactly a talent of his either.

 *

You were dying inside.

A friendly grin was plastered on your face as you conversed sweetly with the woman in front of you, making idle chit-chat while her son changed out of the suit you’d picked together, but the smile had never felt so insincere. Usually you loved when children came in to pick out ensembles for weddings and similarly formal events, but at the moment your mind was stuck on a small battery-powered rectangle sitting at your desk with a half-written message remaining under your lock-screen.

In the time before Paul’s response came through, you’d never felt more humiliated in your whole existence. Evaporating into thin air would have been a welcomed miracle. But when the returning text slid into focus, your whole mindset shifted.

He felt the same. He wanted you too.

You’d been in the middle of typing out a hasty invitation to come back and make true on his intentions when this overwhelmed mother with a fussy baby caught your attention. Her eldest son had done his best to iron out his only formal suit for the role of ring bearer in an aunt’s wedding this coming weekend, unfortunately resulting an a house full of smoke and a clump of burnt wool.

Personal matters withered into the background at the comprehension of her drained, exhausted demeanour, all your focus pointed back towards the job you’d been distracted from. Well, mostly.

You couldn’t avoid the thoughts and questions glinting in the back of your mind. Of what might have happened if this woman never appeared. What might be happening in an alternate timeline where you’d been able to send that waiting reply. Without intention, your wonderings turned into moving pictures – leading Paul into the back workshop, being roughly picked up onto the cutting table, his lips and yours finally connected in a heated clash, shedding all of his clothing until that heinous mustard shirt was crumpled on the floor-

The high pitched beep of the receipt machine snapped you back into reality, noting the relieved smile the mother wore while her son excitedly grabbed at the bags containing his dashing new suit.

“Thank you!” he hollered without needing to be prompted, waving his hand vigorously before skittering away to the door.

“You’re an absolute lifesaver,” the woman echoed, taking the receipt from your outstretched hand. “I’m really sorry for keeping you so late.”

“Oh don’t worry about it.” The time on the monitor screen just ticked over to 8:17pm, long after you would usually shut up shop and head home to your empty apartment. “I've got nowhere special to be.”

You each said your goodbyes, waiting until the precise moment her silhouette was out of sight before jumping to your phone. The same half written message was there, but now it felt impossible to finish. All traces of adrenaline had long since worn off, and the bravery that made you type out the risqué proposition was reduced to almost nothing. Your timid nature rushed back in full force, a thumb pressing hard on the little x button to erase all evidence of your out of character impulses.

Who were you kidding. You weren’t this person. Unashamed and brazen enough to dive into a fiery entanglement with a handsome stranger in the same evening you’d met. You wished you could be. There was never a time the concept was so enticing. But… it was a fantasy not meant for you to live out. They were destined for the outgoing, the cool and composed, the bold and sure-footed. You rarely felt like any of those things. And Paul, like most men, probably reserved their interest and attraction for those types of women. It was so silly of you to think any different. Getting your hopes up was foolish, and would only end in-

The tingle of the shopkeepers bell sounded, internally groaning as you slid your phone back onto the desk. “We’re closed,” you hawked, a coldness in your tone you couldn’t hide. Eyes snapping up to the intruder, a bolt of lightening shot through, barely able to stop the delight mixing into your blood.

“I just, uh, figured out something more that I needed,” Paul said softly, scratching the back of his neck, clearly nervous.

“You did?” you breathed. “W-what was it?”

His chest rose and fell with a calming exhale, making sure your stares were secured before giving his answer. “…You.”

*

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