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This story is unavailable on Instagram - 6reasons

Instagram is a well-known social networking platform that has gained popularity around the world. A lot of people use Snapchat to send snaps of their daily lives, just as Instagram users post stories to represent their lives. It is fun to do such activities. Through your ID, your followers can view the tales you post. Instagram stories, like those on numerous other social media platforms, including WhatsApp, expire after 24 hours or are removed automatically. If your profile is public, anyone can see your stories and posts; even if your account is private, people have to follow you to view your posts and stories. If the ID is private, you must do the same to access other people's accounts. Otherwise, you cannot watch their stories.

You might not be able to see someone else's tale for various additional reasons. But this is the first to be addressed. But sometimes you only see a blank message on the screen: "This story is unavailable". A situation like that could irritate you, especially if you follow the person frequently or eagerly anticipate their stories. If you are annoyed by watching this message over and over, keep reading because we will explain the causes of the problem and offer solutions.

What features are offered by the Instagram Stories option?

Instagram Stories is a feature that enables you to publish any image or video to your profile and have it immediately disappear after 24 hours. We had never heard of it. But for some years, it has been a very familiar option, even though most people know about it nowadays. Because the information we submit will only be available for one day (24 hours) after we post it, this feature not only makes it simpler for us to post our most recent updates on the platform but also increases our trust in what we contribute.

If someone else's account is set to "public," we are free to add any of their posts to our story. Instagram also gives us the option to include "close friends" in our stories. This feature allows you to create a list of your closest friends and share your story only with them. You can add all of your stories to this feature if you want only your closest friends to be able to view them.

What might be driving the warning "This story is unavailable"?

Many people have noticed and reported that when they try to watch any person's story, their device displays a blank screen with the message "This story is unavailable." It could make you angry sometimes, but you need to stay calm and focus on solving this problem rather than wasting your time. There could be various reasons behind this problem, some of which are mentioned below. So, check them first, and if everything is fine, we'll see the solution to this problem below:

If the owner of the ID removes it before you see it, you are unable to view anyone's narrative

You are unable to view anyone else's story if Instagram has a service issue or a bug

if the ID user deletes your information from their profile

This post will look at all potential causes of the "This story is unavailable" error on Instagram and try its best to give you a solution. So, let's take a look at the solution now.

Solutions to this message problem "This story is unavailable"

Here are some solutions listed below to solve the "This story is unavailable" problem:

The poster took down their post

This is what prompted the alert in the first place: "This story is unavailable," as no one can access a narrative that has been erased by the ID owner. If their story was already present in your timeline when it was erased and you attempt to view it, a blank screen will appear.

The story automatically vanishes after 24 hours

It might not be available if the story was uploaded more than 24 hours ago. Instagram stories are deleted 24 hours after they are posted. You won't be able to view someone's Instagram story later if you can't do it within 24 hours. After 24 hours, Instagram stories will automatically disappear. Additionally, if you don't refresh your timeline and the choice for their story is still present, a message informing you that the story is no longer available will appear if you attempt to view it.

If a user adds their tale to the highlights of their profile, you can watch it whenever you want. Under the profile, the highlight option is discernible.

The user has blocked access to Instagram stories for you

It may not be available because someone has blocked or concealed your access to their story. When someone disables your access to their story on Instagram, you are not notified. How did you discover they were keeping a secret from you, then? To verify their statements, you can use another account or consult a friend. Even though another account can view the content, the user has blocked your access.

Instagram deleted it due to a violation

This is true: Instagram has the authority to remove the story if any of its posting policies were broken. Sometimes it's possible that Instagram's AI accidentally erased it as a result of a mistake. You also see the "This story is unavailable" indication in that situation. That's why you always have to post any post under the rules of Instagram, make sure that your post is not violating any Instagram rules. The narrative can be withdrawn and made inaccessible if the AI detects a breach.

Switched the account to private

Whether the author of the story has since switched the privacy settings on their account from public to private. In such a case, only users they have permitted to follow will be able to see their stuff, including stories. If you haven't been permitted to follow someone, you won't be able to view their story or post. You can quickly see if somebody changed their account's visibility setting from public to private. When you open the user's profile, the phrase "The account is private" will be displayed. If the account is private.

Instagram's servers are not working

Sometimes the servers of Instagram go down and everything stops working, whether you want to watch anyone's story or try to watch any other stuff on Instagram. In this situation, the message also appears to say that "The story is unavailable". This could also be the reason you received this message. You just need to wait in that situation until the servers are got up again.

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It’s Okay to Hate Alphys

Or: We All Have Favorite Characters For Different Reasons

In brief: It's impossible for everyone to have the same experiences, preferences and personality. So, when empathy, liking or "relatability" for fictional characters is based on that, it's Okay to Hate Alphys.

Made with the help of interviews from CinnamonAzzy, Cyanidelemonade, Cielenneige, Ihasafandom, The-keeper-of-round-things, Batter-sempai, Flyingwerekitty, Overdoseofdt, Saltedcarrots01, and Strongfish9-1.

Warning: Contains minor angst. The explanation as to why some fans hate Alphys may also be painful to those who identify with Alphys.

Why People Like Alphys

Undyne: "What is like about you is that you're PASSIONATE! You're ANALYTICAL!! It doesn't matter what it is! YOU CARE ABOUT IT!! 100-PERCENT! AT MAXIMUM POWER!"

Many people consider Alphys “likeable” and “relatable”. There’s a lot of overlap between the two, but a character that is “relatable” has similar traits or has been in similar situations to the reader, while being “likeable” can also mean the character embodies traits the reader admires (whether the reader also has those traits or not).

Alphys is not simply shy, but also very anxious. This personality flaw is a big factor on why people think she is "relatable”, as most viewers can recognize anxiety's place in their lives and are closely familiar with it. Her anxiety isn't her only problem: it's heavily implied she has depression and occasionally suicidal thoughts.1 Alphys's flaws are said to make her "realistic", and reflect the viewers themselves if they also have those mental problems. Alphys' general perpetual anxiety contributes to her other traits, too, such as her specific social anxiety, and wanting to please others with her inventions because she otherwise feels useless.

Alphys shares interests with a lot of people on Tumblr; on Tumblr a love of Japanese entertainment is probably more common than, say, stamp-collecting. Indeed, she doesn’t simply like anime, but is absolutely passionate about it; one fan even even calls it a “hyperfixation”. This similarity instantly makes people like her and empathize with her. Adding onto that, she shares particular character flaws with real people.

Meta-textually, one fan enjoyed that she was a woman (read: adult monster that goes by “she”) who was “imperfect” and “allowed to make mistakes”, especially a bi woman with a unique body type (e.g., a hunched-over, chubby dinosaur). The same fan also liked how she was allowed (meta-textually) to be geeky and brilliant, without making her conventionally attractive, and thought how she represented anxiety and depression was really important.

Why People Dislike Alphys

Mettaton CORE Speech: "Alphys has been playing you for a fool the whole time. As she watched you on the screen, she grew attached to your adventure. She desperately wanted to be a part of it. So she decided to insert herself into your story. She reactivated puzzles. She disabled elevators. She enlisted me to torment you. All so she could save you from dangers that didn't exist. All so you would think she's the great person...that she's not."

To other fans of Undertale, the very traits that make Alphys so “relatable” also make it difficult to empathize with her, or even like her.

A big part of Alphys’ character is her persistent high anxiety and low self-esteem. This likely motivates, causes, or contributes to other traits. One fan, despite liking how she gave representation for depression, found it sometimes “difficult to read”, and felt something akin to second-hand embarrassment because of it.

Though Alphys is desperate to have friends, her anxiety and low self-esteem pose big obstacles. (She may very well have imposter syndrome, in fact.) Some find her “clinginess” and desperation to have friends unappealing, or even embarrassing. Alphys was certainly hasty: one fan pointed out she outright took Frisk’s phone and added herself as Frisk’s friend on the Undernet, and the fan disapproved of this. (regardless of what Frisk thought)

To a degree, Alphys is also selfish: she never did anything maliciously and never wanted to hurt anyone, but she did, many times, because she was only thinking about how things would affect her. (e.g., the Amalgamates) One fan even claimed that, for all the good things she did, she didn’t do it out of “the goodness of her heart”. More specifically, she made Mettaton his body, but put off finishing it because she feared Mettaton would leave her when she was done, and though she helped Frisk through Hotland and the CORE, she set up many of the hazards and obstacles herself.

In contrast to Alphys’s apparently anxiety-driven desire to make herself useful to others, some fans find her habit of trying to making herself look better than she really is (despite being a mechanical genius already) unappealing. On a related note, she also lies and deceives, frequently, whether it’s to make herself look like a better, more likable, more competent person or just to avoid facing shame and disapproval. She tried to make herself look better than she really was with a “malfunctioning killer robot” scheme and by bringing up hazards and obstacles for Frisk, just so she could guide them through it and build her friendship with Frisk (as well as just play the hero).2 This was deceptive, as was lying to Asgore about making a robot with a soul and hiding away the Amalgamates from their families.

Though her flaws and passions are said to make her “realistic”, some fans consider her constant anxiety and characteristic anxious stuttering “realistic” in a bad way. Some fans prefer fictional works that omit the bad parts of reality, either because they’re painful reminders or simply because, in the case of stuttering, it’s annoying to have to read out. In fact, there are fans who feel annoyed not because she stutters, but because she stutters unrealistically.

Strangely enough, the very flaws and passions said to make her “realistic” also lead people to deride her for being a walking otaku stereotype. To be specific, she is not merely passionate about anime: she gushes on and on about her favorite anime, covers her room in posters, and collects anime figurines; she is also anxious, practically a shut-in, and eats ramen.3 (Contrast this to Undyne, who also loves anime) One fan, meta-textually, disapproves or dislike Alphys both in-universe and out-of-universe, viewing her as an example of the handsome Toby Fox's misuse of tropes.

Conclusion

Empathy, unlike compassion, requires figuratively “putting oneself in another’s shoes”, and it’s often dependent on whether others have had similar experiences. It could be that some people just have personalities or experiences that are too different from Alphys’ to empathize with her. Indeed, some people who had similar problems to Alphys (e.g., social anxiety, low self-esteem) responded to them differently from Alphys and disapprove of her actions, so even this similarity isn’t enough to identify with her.

Others emphasize with her, but not to the point of identifying with her or finding her "relatable". Some people thought Alphys’s choice of hiding the Amalgamates away was justifiable, or understandable. Other people point out that it wasn’t her fault all the monsters melted together, but still fault her for not disclosing what happened to the monsters’ families sooner.

Alphys is a complex character; her mixture of traits invoke a broad variety of reactions. Some reactions are a simple, “I love Alphys! She’s so relatable!”, or a “I don't really hate Alphys but I don't like her very much” or even a more nuanced “I sympathize with her issues, but she sure executed that poorly”.

Thus, one should remember: while hating a fictional character is harmless, one should always ask why one holds that opinion, and always remember there are consequences to being mean to real "Alphyses" of the world.

If either Mettaton or Undyne are killed in the Neutral endings, she "disappears". In the King Mettaton ending, she's nowhere to be found even though Mettaton certainly looked. If one calls Papyrus near Waterfall's abyss, Undyne will talk about meeting Alphys and haltingly says Alphys stared over the edge while looking “contemplative”. ↩︎

Not that different from Syndrome from The Incredibles making a killer robot just so he can defeat it, actually, though Frisk was never actually in danger. (and other parts of Syndrome's plan aren't like Alphys' at all) ↩︎

Full disclosure: the author of this article also fits some of these parameters, and loves cheap ramen. ↩︎

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I’m currently writing this on wattpad as well! @jxwritess

This is a Noen Eubanks fan fiction, I’m trying to spread my book around, pls share and help, it means a lot xx, my main platform is wattpad please read it on there if you find this and enjoy it!

New York. The only place in the entire world, where robots were being developed. Robots, that looked exactly like humans, and there being only one distinctive difference, a tattoo. One that said RA-H.

An RA-H. Robotic animated humans. These androids are helping the world as much as it is destroying it. They force people out of jobs, but in doing so create even better things then humans. Thousands of different political views, millions of haters and lovers. And then there's me.

Malia Blanche, 17, I lost my father, and I was the spitting image of my late mother. I only recently moved to LA, where my life was bombarded with these new androids, I get the concept of them, although I don't truly understand it.

Well, on with the story shall we?

-Chapter One.

Sunday, the day before I start college. A new life, a new story and a new beginning. I can finally pursue my dream of being a writer, just like my mother.

My mother attended John Brown college academy  , her department was romance, mine, mystery, ever since I was a child I thrive for solving mysteries, actions, you know in the movies where there's a fight scene, and it goes slow motion and they throw the punch of victory, thats what ignites my fire, the thrive for doing good, but in a dangerous way, I could always figure out who was lying in a movie, or who the murderer was. Maybe I should be a detective, but my flow comes with writing.

Although I was attending my new school in a day, I lazily decided to stay in bed until half 10, I needed to be at Realsons&Co for 11:15, to get my uniform fitted. John Brown is a very pretentious academy, and I'd worked three jobs, and poured my heart and soul into getting here. Only the best attend the Academy. I don't necessarily fit into the 'my daddy got me in here' well, obviously. I quickly slipped on my jeans and jumper, and slid into my most prised possession. Although it had been pre-owned. The Audi was my mother's, she put her heart and soul into the car, and I will respect her decision and keep the car.

I take out my GPS although I already know where my fitting shop is, as I pass it a few times on the way to my grandma's.

Carefully parking in the visitor section I leave my car, and walk up the steps, and enter the shop, the bell above my head dings and an elderly woman pops her head up and immediately smiles at me. 

"Are you Malia?" The woman asks putting her newspaper down and picking up a signing book.

"Yeah, I'm not too early am I?"

"Of course not, dear.  I'm Molly, my grandson Will, he's in the back, he will measure you up if you need anything readjusting or if you can't find anything your size. John Brown, Deanford and Attenwood are in the back left." She says pointing in the direction.

I thank her, and mentally thank that the place is practically empty. I don't like small talk, thanks social anxiety.

Walking through the back I spot John Brown uniform. A black blazer with red linings, a short black skirt and a white blouse and a dark red tie. Not too childish but not suitable enough for adults.

At the corner of my eye I see a tall boy sat on his phone, his eyes flicker up for a second at me, then back down to his phone.

I continue my search to look for the right size for my uniform when I feel a pair of eyes on me, it makes me feel uncomfortable and I start to guess that the pair of eyes is Molly's grandson Will, I mentally scold myself for being so awkward and pretending not to know that he's watching, when I hear his chair scrape my heart decides to do an athlete course and I pray he can't hear it from where he's standing.

I can tell he's now behind me, as I face my social fears I turn around and slam right into his chest, and in result dropping all my stuff, Will snorts, before helping me by picking up some of the clothes that dropped.

"Thanks," I say, grabbing the clothes from his hand and attempting to walk past him, but his arms stop me.

"Was that sarcastic or not?" He asked smiling. I take a second to take in his looks, he doesn't look as bad as I thought he would, but he doesn't act like a arrogant guy either.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I smile politely back, "I'm Will." He says moving his arm in a posh manner to let me through.

"I know, Molly told me," I answer, "I guess you know who I am?" "Yep, how could I ignore a pretty girl like you?" I mentally roll my eyes at the typical boy. "Mhm, well I need to get changed so excuse me" I say speed walking away from him, boys that make comments like that make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

As I turn the corner to the fitting rooms, I hear Will's voice once again, "I'm gay by the way," he says laughing, I stop in my tracks, suddenly feeling a bit stupid.

——

Checking that I haven't left any clothes behind, I pile them onto the counter, where Will is now standing, he starts to put all my clothes in an expensive looking plastic bag, he looks up at me, "Sorry about earlier, I was just messing about." "No, it's okay, I felt a bit silly when you said you were gay."

He shakes his head and laughs, "most people do, well the ones that aren't stuck up with money up their ass usually do." "Well I'm only here on a scholarship, so I'm not one of them people," I say handing him over the small fee I have to pay, as the scholarship covers most of it. "Surprisingly so am I, I got accepted for Athletics at John Brown," I never really though I would but I guess I should thank the Lord, my parents can't wait to get rid of me anyways, being gay has a price to pay, apparently."

"Well, they obviously don't see the good person that you are." I smile at him, although I wish he hadn't of brought it up, I'm not necessarily the best at giving advice.

The bell rings, and a tall, slim girl walks through.

"Tanner" she says walking through right into the back without a second glance.

"I understand what you mean by stuck up," I whisper, Will chuckles and passes me my bag, the girl walks back and stands behind me, not even two seconds later she starts tapping her foot and complaining.

"Since when do we serve nobodies, Will? That's right we don't. Now move, thanks." She says pushing right past me and throwing her uniform on the counter. Luckily it wasn't a John Brown one, otherwise I might've just about died.

I quietly wave at Will and walk out, seeing a shining white Porsche outside. Seriously where do you even get one that looks so shiny from?

I put the bag in the passenger seat, still feeling annoyed about the girl, as I reach my small flat,   I lock my Audi, and read a movie poster about a girl going missing  with her extremely ill dad. Making a mental note to watch the movie later, I walk up my stairs and unlock my door, I make myself a cup of tea and order some pizza, as I walk into my room, I open up my laptop, and have three new emails, one spam, but two from publishers. My heart does leaps as I open the first one.

'Telford Publishing'

- Hello Malia, we are proud to hear that you are following in your beloved mothers steps. I have read your book sample, but I would like to offer you a potential job, and a tour around  the new              T Pub&Co. I know how much it would mean to your mother if you accept my offer.

Many thanks, Gary.

A potential job?? Could this be my genuine big break?  Hearing a knock at the door, I run over, wanting to start up a reply as soon as possible. Grabbing my purse I open my door to an RA-H

"Malia Blanche?"

"Yes, here's my ID." The robots light turns red as it examines my ID. Doing a robotical smile it's arm stretches out, grabbing the pizza I express a thank you and run back to my desk.

'T Pub&Co.'

Thank you for my sample! I will gladly accept your offer, please email with more detail about the tour and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. My mum would be so happy.

Sincerely, Malia.

As I send the email I let out a squeak of happiness with pizza in my mouth. Clicking onto my word pad, I let myself fall into the world of fiction, and let time slip through my hands.

——

And that's how it is now 3.36am on a Monday trying to start a new story, anything to take my mind off the upcoming day, and the extremely embarrassing 'Tanner' fiasco.

I push my chair back from my old, ridden desk, and flop onto my bed, snuggling into my bedsheets, this has been going on for a week, for some reason I have no flow, the biggest writers block, I have stories everywhere across my room, started, just the plot, a thesis, a blurb. But recently I haven't found anything to give me that push. I turn and toss in an unsucsessive attempt to sleep, and as I check my phone it is only 4 am.

Great, no sleep for the wicked.

——

Groggily, I turn over in my bed and look over to my clock, 6.07am. Throwing my bed covers over, I lazily get up and put on the uniform that luckily fits perfectly. Thinking about my email yesterday, there is nothing more that I want in the world then my writing to become known. Realising that I spend too much time daydreaming, and badly making pancakes, i'm late and have no time to see if I have a reply. Already. Typical Me.

Rushing out of my door, checking the contents of my bag to make sure that I have everything that I need I speed walk right into someone walking up my door, crashing everything they were holding onto the floor.

"God I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, wasnt looking where I was going." I look up and realise that, I wasn't even speaking to a human, but none other then an Android. It simply says, "No worries miss," and continues with its day. Those androids are the ones that Robert Morett himself created, word is that his son is attending John Brown. Although i'm here with a writing scholarship, I doubt he'd need any type of acceptance letter. He could just ask, he is one of the most richest people in America.

Pulling my keys out of my bag I speed walk towards my car, carefully throwing my bag in, and starting the Audi, before starting my drive I pull out my phone to the Maps app, although I used to drive past John Brown to get to school I still want to be prepared.

—

Pulling up at the academy, I notice a few eyes staring at the jet black Audi with the tinted windows, they're probably expected a drop dead gorgeous girl, or the sexiest guy

to walk out, but in all honesty I'm neither.

Turning off my car and stepping out the eyes are suddenly averted to another jet black car, most likely a gorgeous boy or girl in it.

My mind wavered at wondering whether I should stay and stare at the person in black, or be late to my lecture.

Achieving my dream comes first.

I promised my mother that I'd focus on my work, and not get distracted. I intend on keeping that promise.