#share PDF in flutter

[fluttertutorialhub]

How to Share Files in Flutter

Flutter is a popular framework for building mobile apps. Sharing files in Flutter is a common feature many apps need. This article will guide you on how to share files using Flutter, including how to share multiple file types like images, PDFs, videos, and documents.

Why Share Files in Flutter?

Sharing files is important in many apps. It allows users to share content with others quickly. For example:

Sending photos to friends.

Sharing documents for work.

Sending videos to family.

How to Share Files in Flutter?

Flutter makes it easy to share files. i will explain a step-by-step guide below:

Step 1: Add Dependencies

First, you need to add the required dependencies to your pubspec.yaml file. The share_plus package is a popular choice for sharing files.

dependencies: flutter: sdk: flutter share_plus: ^3.0.4

Step 2: Import the Package

Next, import the share_plus package in your Dart file.

import 'package:share_plus/share_plus.dart';

Step 3: Share a Single File

To share a single file, you can use the Share.shareFiles method. Here is an example of sharing an image file:

void shareImage() { Share.shareFiles(['path/to/image.jpg'], text: 'Check out this image!'); }

Step 4: Share Multiple Files

You can also share multiple files at once. This can include images, PDFs, videos, and documents. Here is how you do it:

void shareMultipleFiles() { Share.shareFiles( [ 'path/to/image.jpg', 'path/to/document.pdf', 'path/to/video.mp4', 'path/to/another_image.png', ], text: 'Here are some files for you!' ); }

Benefits of Sharing Multiple Files in Flutter

Convenience- Users can share multiple files in one go, saving time.

Flexibility- Supports different file types like images, PDFs, videos, and documents.

User Experience- Improves the overall experience by making file sharing easy.

Sharing files in Flutter is easy with the share_plus package. Whether you need to share a single file or multiple files, Flutter provides a simple way to do it. This feature is essential for many apps, making it a valuable skill for Flutter developers. Use the steps above to add file-sharing capabilities to your app and enhance your users' experience.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters are ________

Eating

absorption, chew, contract, crunch, deplete, diet, dig in, dispatch, draft, exhaust, feast, finish, glut, gobble, gormandize, graze, guzzle, ingest, nibble, nosh, peck, polish off, prey on, quaff, sip, stuff, take, tear down, wolf, xerophagy

Moving

bob, careen, circulate, contort, curl, dandle, descend, dislocate, displace, drift, entwine, fidget, flourish, haul, loop, oscillate, paddle, pivot, pulsate/pulse, revolve, rock, rotate, skirt, topple, transport, tumble, twine, uproot, waft, waver, wheel, wield

Moving quickly

barge in/barge into, bolt, bustle, coast, dart, decamp, flash, flinch, flutter, gallop, glide, hurry, hustle, jiggle, make off, plunge, prance, rebound, ricochet, run, scamper, scramble, shake, shudder, skedaddle, skip, slide, slither, speed, sprint, storm, swerve, tear, twirl, wag, whiz, wobble, zip, zoom

Moving slowly

amble, creep, dalliance, decline, dilly-dally, hobble, knock about/knock around, laggard, linger, lumber, meander, plod, prowl, ramble, reel, saunter, slink/slither, sneak, steal, stroll, tarry, tramp, waddle, wander

Vocalizing

accent, bark, bellow, cackle, chant, chortle, clamor, cry, drone, giggle, growl, guffaw, harmonize, howl, laugh/laughter, locution, mumble, mutter, parrot, roar, shout, shut up, snap, snicker/snigger, squawk, stutter, voice, whimper, whistle, yammer, yowl

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary ⚜ Part 1

[thecomfywriter]

✨ thecomfywriter blog ✨

Hi! Call me Comfy, call me Naveena, call me Nav... All of the above work just fine. I'm the author of Throne of Vengeance: Volume One, a writer, and founder/previous owner of thecomfywriter writing bar. This masterpost will act as a navigational tool to all important links pertaining to my blog, including links to buy my books, read my short stories, writing excerpts, my art, or see the highlighted features i give to my fellow writer mutuals. Enjoy your stay. Cheerios!

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status: askbox is closed for a bit because i’m having account troubles 💀

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Notable posts:

Throne of Vengeance Official Synopsis

Buy my book, Throne of Vengeance: Volume One

Join the Throne of Vengeance Community!

The NaveenaVerse Anthologies

Read Throne of Vengeance: Volume One PDF

Tags:

#thecomfywriter = all original posts written on and for this blog

#throne of vengeance and #tov = posts specifically about my book, 'Throne of Vengeance'; its an umbrella tag for Volume 1 and Volume 2

#TNV anthologies = the NaveenaVerse anthologies series, which is just a collection of short stories I write for tumblr or for fun as writing practise and I share on tumblr

#tcw art = all original art made by yours truly (me)

#tcw wips = posts pertaining to my wips

#tcw ocs = posts pertaining to my original characters

#thecomfywriter rambles = anytime i go on a tangent, essentially (which is quite often)

#thecomfywriter answers = answering asks or other questions

#thecomfywriter reblogs = a hub for all posts i reblog, typically featuring #other writers

#sai (typically accompanied by #sai live reacting) = a series where i live react to my wip, SaI, while i edit it

#cos = posts specifically about my wip, CoS, which is book 1 in the spinoff series for ToV, LotF

#tis = posts about my wip series, informally known as TIS

Click READ MORE to learn more about my specific projects, WIPs, OCs, and lore!

My Books/WIPs:

Throne of Vengeance (ToV):

Throne of Vengeance is now available for purchase!!! 👇

Throne of Vengeance: Volume 1

"Oh, but temptation is the wildest intoxication of them all."

Throne of Vengeance is a 2-volume high fantasy narrative following the protagonist, Alan, and his reflections on his inevitable downfall as he becomes entangled in the political and magical conspiracies set out to assassinate the dragon queen, Von Doro. Volume 1 acts as his humble beginnings and showcases how he became so involved with the entire group of thieves, decorated-heroes-turned-mass-murderous-villains, and the 'prince' of their kingdom, as well as plants the seeds of his eventual spiral downwards. Volume 2 showcases the consequences of all his early mistakes and what it means to become no better than the villain he sought to eradicate.

ToV Main Cast: Alan, Caramel, Von Doro, Hilbert, Morreial, Cara, Markum ja, Jervee Iyzela, Jervee Revenold, Amara, Pietro

LotF Series:

"Beauty is not so artificial than it would only exist in one's exterior, but especially not his. For when I say all the gold in the Singer Palace paled in comparison to the only one that fluttered, one gaze into those divine eyes, and you too would be awestruck at how such gentle loveliness could exist."

The LotF Series is the spin-off series to ToV, following the next generation-- the children of the main cast-- as they enter this new age of supposed peace. CoS: After the young Evan accidentally becomes an accomplice to a horrific crime, he becomes the scapegoat to a ruthless conviction, that too, at the hands of his own parents. Upon his return to society, the story follows his journey in navigating strained family dynamics and the burdens of trauma he is forced to conceal. GotN: Reveal in future... EoJ: Reveal in future... MotT: Reveal in future... SoC: Reveal in future... LotF: Reveal in future...

LoTF Main Cast: Evan, Elenfa, Fawn, Alan, Caramel, Cara, Morreial, Faer, Qatya, Aiyana, Bimyllis, Noctem, Riyzela, Raheer, Donovan, Nyla, the skeletons, Heen, Yozar, Gama, Boaar, Erier, Kehm, Nain

CoE:

"Oh. I'm honoured. But bowing isn't how you show me your devotion... Sacrifice is."

She's still very much in the drafts right now, but the CoE is a spin-off to the LotF series, set in the world of Elayza 5 years post-SoC war. It's a pirate-mythology story following 3 main characters and 2 separate storylines that eventually converge when divine forces begin interfering with mortal battles. There are 7 books planned for this series, all of which I have already made covers for and plots I have already outlined. Oopsies lmao.

Main Cast: F'dryx, Boor, Sanre, Qatya, Telgin, Yern, Morohav, Yozar, Evan, Faer, Inqa

TIS:

"Roy has attacked our esteem--our honour. And now, they will learn. Roy will fall."

I've been pretty vague about this one, mainly because it's also in the drafts for now, but the TIS is a high political fantasy mystery series following the kingdom of Liyana, its rise to becoming the superpower nation of the world of Inkarnyus, its bloody role in both the first Inkarnyus wars, and its inevitable role in starting the second.

Main Cast: Naliya Luceras, Kiamu TIvan, Selven Sarcony, Blaire Wynnen, Amaka Luceras, Zeena Luceras, Shadow, Fiona Desai, Ashley Valencia, Vrankensini Stein, Prince James, Alexander Marine, Jade Esterion, The One

AoNaS:

Also currently in the drafts, but the AoNaS is unique in how its my only middle-grade series. It follows the twin Ghotra sisters as they find themselves transported into an abstract, illlusionary world with mysterious powers. In order to return back to life as they know it, they have to discover the original hosts for these abilities, but things don't go as planned when they realize their new powers have made them the target to the dictator of this new world. Honestly, this is one of the more lighthearted, for gaffs, stories I've written. The narrator is hilariously theatrical. The villains are whole comic book characters. The twin sisters are constantly bickering. Its so early 2010s, I love it.

Main Cast: Neha Ghotra, Serina Ghotra, Forys, Zebratron (yes... i know LMAO), Typhareus, Octopious (I'm not even joking with these names), Squally, Therysea

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I hope you enjoy this masterpost! Enjoy the blog! Enjoy the wips! Enjoy the vibes! If you have any questions, leave a comment, post in the ToV community, or @ me!

Happy Writing!

[eris-eveningstar]

Ask game!!

8, 12, 18, 19? 👀👀 Am very curious

(I love your writing)

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you'd write one for...

Well, I mean, I haven't posted that many fics, but obvs my main fic is gonna have a sequel post 6th year. Quick warning, as you fall WILL leave on a cliffhanger.

But if I were to choose a general, random tomarry fic to write a sequel for, it would be this one fic I read years ago that really needs a sequel in my mind. I might actually do it one day. Like, a short 20k one shot. Maybe.

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12. A trope you're really into right now.

Funny you should say that! Harrymort, just harrymort. Voldemort gets his soul pieced back together and falls for Harry. I'm rereading the mirror of eidrokcuf by kayliana for like the millionth time rn. Also an unexpected turn of events by lily_for_real and Paul, Richard, or Tom by Chaos_Bear. I love all of those fics.

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18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Oh my fucking god. Yes! Here it is! It won't ever happen but when I was first plotting out the fic months ago this was where my mind went off to.

("Wait!" Harry sputters out, shocked. "You want to give me to him? Like, so he owns me? I'm not some toy to be kept!"

A dark chuckle, and a smug grin from the man sitting behind him, with not a care in the world. "Oh, Harry, darling, that isn't the kind of ownership we're talking about."

His stomach dropped and fluttered at the same time. Harry was pretty sure he was completely spazzed out, and if this meant what he thought it did, then what did that mean for them...?

"Marriage, Harry." Dumbledore finally spoke. "You will be given to Tom in marriage." The man looked undoubtedly sad, in some convoluted way. And if Harry wasn't absolutely certain that Dumbledore thought this treaty was worth it for the greater good, then he may have believed it was genuine.

Harry stumbled, tripping right on—)

And that's it. Haha

Should I post this as a new fic? I might actually write an arranged marriage fic and write this one day. Like, seriously. Just wait for it.

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19. The most interesting topic you've researched for a fic

Hm...well, I have a pdf of all the books regularly pulled up for when I need to know what happens in canon, and a LOT of hp timeline websites. It's a lot. And overwhelming. God, the things I do for you guys.

Also, omegaverse anatomy. I had to Google that. You're welcome.

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Anyway, that's all! Hope you guys wanna ask more questions cuz I LOVE talking about my fic.

[theskeleman]

So as a kid I once found an old file sharing site that was throwing out these vintage Godzilla papercraft books (Not the ones from 2014, the ones from 1999), and I took the time to make a GIGANTIC Mothra, but now in the year of 2024, it's only really talked about by Vintage Godzilla Collectors like Monster Island Buddies which... hurts. I wished I had those pdf files back, I’d kill to do another one *flutters my eyelashes*

[bitchycrusadeking]

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[anielskaaniela]

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[cavalierious-whim]

As I Read (Zhongchili)

Childe makes a new request of Zhongli.

'A Study of Dynamics'

BDSM AU

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"It's work," admits Zhongli after a long effort on Childe's part to get him to open up.

He is unused to this. Not being vulnerable, no—through their shared contract, Childe has seen him at his most, but this is different, this is—

A relationship is different, and this is a newfound thing fluttering hot in his chest. Zhongli is not inexperienced, but it's been a long time since he's let someone so close. His time in the scene, his chosen position of lording over others was all to maintain a careful distance, so he is rusty with this, with opening up.

Childe is patient, impressively so, but persistent, chipping away at Zhongli while he makes dinner.

"Just work?" asks Childe, pressing a little further. He sits at the table, face cradled in his palm, watching Zhongli cook. The needling is soft-handed, much like the way that Childe guides him through scenes.

Maybe that's why Zhongli eventually crumbles, maybe that's why it's easier, in the end, to give in to the question, and open up.

(Aside from the more obvious point of wanting to—the want of it means little if the comfort of doing so comes harder.)

"Recent jobs have been…" Zhongli sighs. "Childe, I hate bringing my work home."

"I don't blame you," replies Childe, "but I also know that your line of work is incredibly stress-inducing."

Crime scene clean-up isn't for the faint of heart, and even for Zhongli who is decades into his craft, it never gets easier. He's worn thin by the macabre, by the careful handling required, and there comes a point where it hits a head and becomes overwhelming.

In the beginning, being a Dom was a much-needed outlet but over time Zhongli craved giving up control, craved being taken care of instead of—

"You can talk to me," continues Childe, cutting through his thoughts. And then, softer, he asks, "Would a scene help?"

It would. It certainly would, but that isn't actually what Zhongli wants. No, he wants to explore the intimacy that their newfound closeness promises. A different sort of warmth, a different sort of comfort, more rooted in having a partner, versus a dom.

Zhongli swallows thickly. "Yes, but…"

"But?"

"I would rather just…eat and retire for the night."

He finally looks at Childe, whose throat bobs. "You want to stay over." Not a question, just a statement. And Zhongli would have not mentioned it had he not known it would be welcome. Childe's mouth twitches into a beautiful, rare smile, and he says, "Yeah, that's—that would be great." And then he clears his throat, doing his best to not look too eager. "If that's what you want."

Zhongli snorts and plates their food, and dinner after that goes swimmingly.

Later, once they've washed and are dressing down, Childe sits at the edge of his bed.

"I have an idea," he says, but his tone is alarmingly hesitant—enough so that it gives Zhongli pause. "I know that the contract we entered stipulate swapping our usual roles—"

"Childe."

"—also, I've told you to stop calling me that in private, but back to the point: would it help for you to slip back into…?" Childe trails off and plucks at imaginary threads on the bedspread. "With you, I'd be willing. To go back, I mean."

Oh. Oh. Not that Zhongli hasn't thought about it, but he's never broached the topic. Initially, their contract was one of trust and intrigue; he'd never expected Childe to take a step back for him. It's a precarious thing. Childe rarely had good experiences from what little Zhongli knows, and what little Childe has shared, and he isn't about to push him for more clarity on that.

Still, to be offered the reins of such control, to be told that he's willing to be leashed again—Zhongli stands there gaping, his fingers caught in the buttons of his shirt. "It shouldn't be for only me," he eventually says. "You know that we should both—"

"I do, Zhongli. With you, I'd—"

"Ajax."

"So now, you use my name." Childe sighs.

Zhongli looks at him critically, but Childe isn't tense; he's relaxed, and gives him those puppy dog eyes that just make Zhongli’s chest tighten. He undoes a button of his shirt, and then another. "Alright," he says. "Not a scene, though."

Not a properly planned one, at least. To others that would be a red flag, but Childe knows what he means. Zhongli craves something soft, something that doesn't need negotiation. For now. Later, they can—

Oh, later, what a thought.

"Stay there," Zhongli requests. He finishes undressing under Childe's watchful gaze. Childe is good for him, hands folded in his lap as he remains perched at the edge of the bed. Zhongli takes his time stripping down, and then washing up in the bathroom, testing Childe's patience.

Childe is still there once he flits back into the bedroom wearing his pajamas, hands still tucked against his lap. The sight of it is calming. Not-so arousing, but it wouldn't be a stretch were they to plan something more proper. This, though; this will offer Zhongli something to take his mind off his stressful days, to let all that tension leak into the ether.

He climbs into Childe's bed, peeling back the covers. "Come here, Ajax," he purrs, motioning for him to follow. "Do you remember that time you made me rest my head in your lap?"

Childe laughs as he crawls across the comforter, still dressed in his day clothes. "Don't think I can forget that. You liked it."

"And so will you. Head down. Rest and relax."

"Zhongli—"

"I thought you wanted this. Do you not?"

Childe's mouth tightens, but at the annoyance of the question being asked, not the insinuation of it. "Resting is nice. Resting sounds great, actually."

Zhongli huffs as Childe settles across the sheets, his cheek cradled by Zhongli's thighs under the covers. "You are not the most patient, Ajax. I know you'll squirm."

"I'm—"

"Be good for me as I read." The implication of a reward doesn’t need to be voiced. Zhongli brushes Childe's bangs back, considering his handsome face. "You know your colors."

"Yeah," replies Childe, his tone soft, buttery. He's already slipping as Zhongli combs through his hair.

And really, it isn't about the obedience of it; Childe is often stressed by his work too, and Zhongli has noticed the recent tension in his being. He truly wishes for this to be mutual in all ways. A little control, Childe relaxing underneath his hand; it's easy for Zhongli to get swallowed up by it and almost forget about his book entirely. 

[stampwithtami]

Kidding Around Card [Arrow Fold Series #8]

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[levisbrainrot]

thoughts swarming with levi who’s up late on his laptop in the living room trying to finish some of his work files to send off to erwin before the weekend.

his hair is slightly dishevelled, his white button up is now three buttons down with his tie neatly folded to the side, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his grey eyes concentrating hard as they flip through each pdf document he’s written up.

he had been up late for most of the week leaving you to sleep alone. honestly you found it fine but then you’d wake up not seeing your lover in bed and would walk into the living room to see he’s already taken off to work.

so you grow a little needy for his attention. just a bit lovesick. you wake up again in the night to find he’s still awake.

half asleep, you trudged into the living room where levi has been sitting for hours after dinner. you didn’t really care if your hair was a mess or you were only wearing a big t-shirt that ran just over your thighs.

levi heard you walk down the hallway of your shared apartment but didn’t bother to turn around. he opted you were still probably in a rem sleep looking for water. his fingers tapping lightly at the keyboard again.

your arms wrapped around his shoulders suddenly. surprising him as he paused at the keyboard. your sweet smell of shampoo told him you showered before bed (one he likely didn’t hear or was offered to join you in).

“levi. come to bed” you groggily said, dipping your head on top of his as if it was momentarily a pillow. your eyes fluttered shut.

Levi sighed patting your arm. he really needed to get these documents finished. if he gets them done, he’d have the rest of the weekend with you.

“go to sleep without me. I’ll be in there soon” he softly remarked, he hugely disliked about taking necessary time like sleep away from you. even when you argued you’d wait up for him.

“vi, come to bed” you were persistent. even half asleep you still managed to argue with him.

levi sighed, also exhausted and not willing to fight.

“i just miss you” you added a little bit pleadingly. truthfully that part just blurted out due to the drowsiness of waking up.

but it worked it’s charm. levi’s heartstrings already being pulled on, who was he to deny what you were feeling. his arms manoeuvred around your body carefully, placing you in his lap with your feet over to the side. his eyes scanning over your relaxed face as he cradled you, his hand holding your head against his shoulder.

he moved strands of your hair out of your face. careful to not prod at you. you snuggled closer to him, inhaling the comforting smell that radiated off of him.

“can we stay like this for a little while” you begged, eyes still close as sleep still had a sway over your body.

levi’s eyes softened. maybe you were acting like a little baby wanting to be held and given attention but levi couldn’t bring himself to reject you. he wasn’t necessarily physically affectionate but at times likes this he would naturally allow his body to make decisions. pulling you closer he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“okay” he whispered, basking in the smells of your shampoo and body soap.

a couple hours later you were asleep in his arms, mouth slightly parted as you snored softly. with one arm freed levi managed to complete his work. he checked his watch, 4:45am it read back.

he sighed, relieved. he looked down at you and without a second thought picked you up from the under your legs. both of you heading back to bed where levi was determined to snuggle close to you to make up for the lost time.

[4dtk]

hi hiiii! could i request movie night with doyoung where things start off sweet but then escalate from there?? perhaps with some undertones of switch!doyoung and switch!reader + him being into breathplay and/or hands caressing the other’s neck (both giving and receiving) if possible <33 btw i love your writing!!

thank u for the kind words! big kudos to this pdf i read up about regarding breath play - hope it's okay anon <3

warnings: fingering, oral (m receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, breath play (f and m receiving), riding, praise, vaginal penetration

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

your giggles are swallowed by doyoung as he playfully lays kisses on your lips, distracting you from the movie that’s currently playing. you can feel the smile on your skin as his lips trail down to your neck, lingering there as he stares daggers at the movie that he put on. it’s almost amusing to see, but you yourself can’t help but get intrigued by the plot that you don’t notice doyoung’s hand curling into the familiar grip he usually has on your thigh.

you sigh softly when his fingers curl around your neck, feeling around the skin there, caressing the soft, newly washed skin with care that you wouldn’t have guessed those same fingers were the ones to send you into oblivion.

just with doyoung’s chest against your back, you can feel your focus on the movie dwindling bit by bit. the longer he sucks hickeys into your neck and muffles your whimpers with his mouth, the harder you’re finding it to keep your vision and head clear to understand why the protagonist had almost killed her significant other. the clarity in your mind is overtaken by your need to have all of your boyfriend on you, pushing up against him even more before your legs widen.

doyoung hums contently, hand on your neck tightening and loosening that gives you the high. he knows where to place his thumb, cutting off and letting you regain your airflow in a dizzying cycle of repetition. “like that, huh?” you nod against his hand which continues to do just that, the movie becoming mere background noise at this point. with his other, he trails it down to your already spread legs, slipping in between your loose shorts that hardly hid your underwear.

it was a wonder the other members hadn’t mentioned anything yet.

“three seconds, baby, you ready? you know our safe word?” doyoung mumbles in your neck, putting light kisses onto the skin there. gently, his stubborn finger only draws light circles against your pulsating clit, teasing the bundle of nerves under the fabric which already had a dark, wet patch. a chorus of mhm’s and yea’s escape your lips, under the guise of pleasure from his hands alone.

all at once, you gasp upon the immense pressure his fingers apply to your clit, ministrations increasing tenfold while he held your carotids under the pads of his digits for the time he promised. your breaths come out short, a strangled moan escaping once the oxygen rushes back to your brain like a drug, praise falling from doyoung’s lips only spiral you further into his grasp. it’s not that you’d mind.

“good girl,” doyoung grins, rewarding you with a sweet kiss. the movie’s definitely forgotten now, the faint reflection of the laptop showing the filthy way your panties soak through more and more with each move of his fingers. within a swift second, your underwear is swiped to the side to accommodate his fingers where he slips his middle finger in loosely. the other wraps around your tit, where your nipples poke through your shirt — perked up and perfect all for him.

you hum lowly into his embrace, wrapped up all in him that you melt more and more into how his fingers sink into you, collecting your slick as he pumps his hand slowly. you’re not all that impatient, but you could do better with him speeding up a little. “hand sore?” there’s a smirk against your shoulder before he thrusts a little roughly into your sopping cunt, drawing out a lewd mewl from your throat. the torture continues on, where you can hear yourself, the sounds practically bouncing off the small room of the dorms.

“c’mon honey, taste yourself on my fingers.”

you obediently open your mouth, masking your disappointment at the emptiness while taking his finger into your mouth that’s wet from your arousal. everything’s incredibly slow and intimate and gentle, like how doyoung… sometimes is. you can’t get this new version of him out of your head, though, tender in his touches, but sultry in his words.

you can compare it to the maple syrup you had this morning, to the sugary kisses you shared in the bathroom, or even the tempting bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. the taste wasn’t so much, but you didn’t mind the liquid lingering on your tongue. your own pleasure’s put to the side when you’d pulled down his briefs earlier, ignoring the throbbing need to be touched. you couldn’t just leave your baby hanging, anyway.

“hhaah... fuuuck…” your tongue swirls around his tip like a lollipop, providing just the tease that he’s done to you before. slowly, you lower your mouth onto his length which prompts a hand to shoot up to your head of hair, clutching onto it to guide your head up and down. you let doyoung control the pace, who can’t help but call your name like a prayer as your cavern sucks him in so well just like your cunt does.

hands wandering seem to be the standard for you, tangling in his hair when you’re locking lips. travelling over his stomach when your cuddling. even now, you can’t keep your hands locked in one place, going over his thighs in sensual circles that’s interrupted by the waist band of his briefs. you don’t mind, relaxing your jaw to take in more of him until his cock meets the back of your throat.

doyoung groans at that. a switch goes off in him — he decides that he can’t wait to feel you around him, beckoning with a tilt of head.

“bet you’re still tight, even though we fucked this afternoon.” you giggle at that, waiting for him to shrug off the last of his briefs before sinking down onto him with ease with a spread of your pussy lips. even with your juices, you can’t help but let out a whine at the satisfying stretch, before you start rocking your hips.

he takes the back seat, an arm behind his head while the other holds your hips, squeezing the meat of your ass. your hands are ambitious again, travelling up the expanse of his slim, pale body before they land on his neck. the tables aren’t turned over entirely, but you know what doyoung gives, he likes to receive it too. locating his carotids like he’s taught you, your thumb presses mildly onto the side of his neck.

“that feel good?” his mewls are all you can make out.

doyoung’s eyes roll back and you almost halt your hips for a moment to enjoy to sight, but the way his dick moves against your gummy walls is just too gratifying that you can’t bring yourself to stop. you’re mindful of the lewd noises coming from in between your thighs, although it only fuels your need to feel him drilling into you faster, and so you’re taking the reigns, setting the pace.

there’s the continuous routine of grind, squeeze, whine that it comes natural to you after a few times, although the last one didn’t really matter in that intoxicating cycle. “god, your cock feels so good- shit…” doyoung’s whimpers only spur you on, with the constant release and cut-off of oxygen that provides him with the unexpected jerk of his hips. soon you’re meeting his hips with yours.

“should i c-cum in you? wanna be… ahn- full of my cum?” doyoung manages to get out through the blur of pleasure, eyes fixating on the way your mouth drips with drool and his pre-cum. you’re filled up to the brim, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix that you shiver against his thighs. “you’re not- fuck- answering me baby,” the hand on his neck goes limp as the knot in your stomach tightens and tightens, barely answering his question with a pathetic nod.

“yes… yes, please-“ you’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point but you can’t complain when doyoung spills his seed deep into your pussy, filling you up even when his thrusts turn sloppy. he fucks you thoroughly, bringing on your own orgasm as you convulse around him, twitching violently on his cock while your throat suffers from the last bit of your needy moans.

the sensitivity hurts, but you still find yourself letting a choked moan escape when doyoung snaps his hips back into your clenching hole that makes a satisfying pap!, stuffing the cum that’s leaking back into you. “you did so well.” you smile weakly; the words has both your heart and pussy fluttering at the praise, knowing you’re in for another round when he flips you over with newfound strength. “but now i’ll take over.”

[outercrasis]

Sessions

Pairing: College!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: References to sex, masturbation (nothing actually occurs)

Summary: After meeting Mando, you just can’t seem to get him out of your head. (events directly follow Introductions)

A/N: Thanks for the kind reception to the first post of this AU! I’ll be making a masterlist soon for easier navigation :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts or if I’ve missed a warning.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Lingering Impressions

Your day ended up being an exhausting one. Mando had been your most exciting session for more reasons than just the obvious. You'd reviewed the papers of two freshmen, a junior who wanted you to basically write their paper for them, and another graduate student who disregarded every suggestion you made. Needless to say, Mando's gratitude felt extra special after all of that.

Getting home, you're greeted with the welcome smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen as you throw yourself face-first into the couch. The open floorplan of your tiny two bedroom apartment allows Layla to spot you as you wander in.

"Hello to you too!" she calls over. "I'm making chicken marsala."

You lift your head up from the watermelon-shaped throw pillow to smile at her. "You are a saint and I don't deserve you."

"You totally don't," Layla teases back, happily returning to the stove. You flip over on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while she finishes making dinner. A comfortable silence fills the room, interrupted only by Layla's hums and the discordant sounds of cooking.

Layla has been your roommate since your sophomore year of college, randomly paired together by the dorm sorting system and inseparable ever since. The two of you clicked, a friendship forged over the awkwardness of early adulthood and a shared love of terrible reality TV. Both of you keep busy schedules while pursuing your respective master’s degrees and help each other out where you can. Making dinners for each other is just a part of that.

It’s not long before Layla brings over two steaming plates of food to lay out on your thrifted coffee table. She sits opposite you, preferring to sit on the floor rather than the couch. You’re eager to dig in, groaning at the first bite.

“I’ll take that as a thank you,” Layla grins, tucking into her own meal.

“God yes.”

“Long day then?”

You groan again, this time in irritation rather than pleasure. “Yes. I don’t know how many more know-it-all grad students I can deal with.”

She’s heard all about your nightmare sessions with students that think they already know everything. You’ve questioned more than once why they bother booking the session if they're just going to ignore your advice and decide their paper is perfect as is. It seems like a total waste of time for both you and them. 

Layla sympathizes and shares her own gripes about some of the assholes she's forced to put up with while working on her research project. After all, no group project is complete without the one person who does nothing but acts like they know everything. Giving each other time to vent another small way the two of you take care of each other.

As you think back on your day and sessions your mind inevitably drifts to Mando. He hadn’t been anything like you’d expected. He was kind in his own way and by far the most amenable session you’d had all day. Not taking off the helmet was odd, as was not giving out his real name, but neither of those had really bothered you when it came down to it. If anything, they only serve to fascinate you further.

“Did something else happen today?” Layla asks, a spark lighting up in her eyes. She can always read you, something that can be either a blessing or a curse depending on what it is you're hiding. You take a few more bites before answering, already anticipating her reaction.

“Well I might have also met Mando today,” You try to throw it out there casually, hoping that if you treat it as though it’s not a big deal she’ll follow your lead. You should have known better.

“You what!? Tell me everything,” Layla screeches at you from across the coffee table. She pushes her food off to the side, clearly deciding that your unexpected meeting with campus's resident celebrity is far more important.

"He came in for a session. His paper was really good, it-"

Layla is quick to cut you off. "I literally couldn't care less about that and you know it. Tell me about him, what's he like? Is he terrifying?"

You can’t help but snort at that. You know why she asked of course - the rumors flying around about him getting out of hand these days - but when you think about him now they all seem ludicrous. The gentle way he spoke to Grogu and offered his hand out to the kid before leaving. The sincerity in his voice as he spoke to you, eager to hear any advice you had to give him. No. Mando was decidedly not terrifying. “He’s… just a guy,” you tell her, not really sure how to explain his unique presence.

The eyeroll you receive in response is warranted. “Are you kidding me right now? You probably know more about him than anyone else on campus and you’re going to tell me he’s just a guy?”

You shrug, shoveling another bite of food into your mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you Lays, I only spent an hour with him. He was nice, really sweet with his kid, and I’ll probably never see him again.”

You’re not sure why you feel a quick sting in your chest at that thought. It wasn’t like you knew him well or that he even owed you anything. Considering the fact that you’d gone weeks without so much as glimpsing him on campus you’d probably only have another chance to see him if he signed up for another session and there was no guarantee he’d return.

“So the kid thing is true?” Layla asks.

“Yeah. Really cute kid, pretty quiet.” Very quiet now that you think of it. You don’t have much experience with kids that young, but you’re certain kids Grogu’s age can talk. He hadn’t said so much as a word, only letting out an occasional noise or two. It was odd, but then he could just be shy or something. Another question you’d probably never have an answer for.

“Is the kid his?” Layla presses.

“I don’t know, it didn’t exactly come up while we discussed his paper on unique material applications,” you snap back at her. You wince a little at your sharp reply. It wasn’t deserved. Layla was simply curious and now the victim of your long day and swirling thoughts.

You quickly follow up with an apology. “Sorry. I just- I had a long day and I really didn’t learn much about him, okay?” 

There’s a small sense of relief when Layla nods, backing down from her inquisition. “It’s cool, I get it. Just promise you’ll tell me if you see him again?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.” 

The rest of the night passes like usual. You wash up after dinner, a fair trade since Layla cooked, and the two of you get to tackling homework that’s begun to pile up with the semester entering its full swing. Nighttime study sessions have been a regular occurrence since your undergrad days and have only intensified while pursuing your respective graduate degrees. It’s more about solidarity and accountability than shared workload, what with your program being in English and Layla’s in Marketing, but it’s nice. Simply having company is better than doing it all by yourself.

Around 10:30 you call it, eyes bleary from staring at your laptop. Layla is deep into a PDF reading so you leave her to her work and shuffle off to the shared bathroom. While the water heats, you brush your teeth lazily, going through the motions of your nightly routine. You test the water with your hand before deciding it’s warm enough to step in.

Your thoughts drift aimlessly as you stand under the hot stream, unfocused until they land back on him. It’s like you can’t help yourself, the way your thoughts have been returning to him all night. You’ve puzzled about him before, but only in the abstract. A hypothetical more than a real person. Wondering if rumors are true isn't quite the same as wondering about the man himself. 

All throughout the night he kept popping up. One moment you would be considering the symbolic use of color in your assigned reading and the next you would be puzzling over Mando’s favorite color. Maybe orange, if his gloves were anything to go by. Layla's favorite song played and while she sang along you couldn't help wondering what kind of music he listens to. Rock probably, or was that too on the nose? As you sipped your drink you wondered what his drink of choice would be, alcoholic or not. Did he even drink alcohol at all? Something told you he wasn’t much for losing his inhibitions.

It's all the little things, all the little details that actually make up a person that no one bothers to speculate about that consume you now. Who cares about his favorite movie or favorite food when you can guess on whether or not he's been to jail?

As you wash the grime of the day from your body, your mind continues to drift further, settling onto the first thing that captured your attention earlier today. His hands. Those gorgeous sun soaked hands, how fluidly they moved across his keyboard. The firm hold of them when he shook your hand.

Eyes fluttering closed, you can't help imagining that it's his hands skating across your skin. You can almost feel the gentle roughness of them, the way he'd squeeze and hold you - tight, but not so hard that it hurts. Almost unconsciously, your hand begins to drift down your body, only to be interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. Your eyes snap open, confusion and embarrassment replacing your fantasy.

"Hurry up in there! I need to pee," Layla yells through the door.

You grumble in response, knowing she can't hear you, but quickly finish your shower. It's not quite as relaxing anymore, flustered by your wanton thoughts. 

Getting back into your room, you check your email before setting your alarms for tomorrow. There’s the usual spam from online stores reminding you of limited time deals, a reminder that rent is due next week (lovely), and a couple generic university emails. Your eyes fall to your new tutoring appointment emails and you flick through them mindlessly to clear them out, knowing they’ll all automatically appear on your calendar. 

Just as you’re about to close out of the app and get some well needed rest, a new email pops through. It’s another appointment alert scheduled for next week. You tap to open it and your heart flutters when you read the name on the form. Mando. No need to wonder about if you’d ever see him again now. You’d be seeing him Tuesday at 3 PM. Somehow you know he won’t miss his appointment.

×××××

Din is exhausted. Between Grogu, classes, and trying to find ways to make money, he barely has enough time to do basic functional adult things. Things like showering regularly, eating more than a required minimum of once a day, or heaven help him sleep. 

He wishes he could afford a regular babysitter, allow himself some occasional reprieve but it's not possible. He makes just enough to keep the bills paid and at least Grogu's stomach full. There's also an ever present paranoia about letting a stranger into his home, much less to watch his son. Only Paz and Cara have ever babysat for him and even that was mostly against his will.

Din slumps onto his couch, exhausted from the long day. He’d found the couch on the side of the road. It’s well worn and has a couple holes in it, but it was devoid of fleas, comfortable, and most importantly, free. His helmet is off, sitting on the kitchen table where he’d left it after getting home from campus. He’s mostly used to it these days, but sometimes it can still feel suffocating underneath the custom bucket. Taking it off at the end of the day is always welcome, especially when Din sees Grogu’s eyes light up at his exposed face.

He allows himself just a moment of rest, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the couch. Grogu had finally gone to bed, demanding three stories before he fell asleep and Din not having it within him to deny the requests. A small smile rests on his lips, thinking of Grogu's excitement at his mediocre storytelling. He already loathes the day when Grogu won't ask him to read anymore.

There are about twenty other things he should be doing right now other than sitting on the couch. The apartment hasn't been cleaned properly in weeks, dishes are piling up, laundry needs to be done, he needs to find a job for this weekend, should probably find better daycare for Grogu, has an exam to study for, and a paper to finish writing. He should be doing all of that and more, and yet he can't find the will to move. He stays planted firmly on the couch, letting his thoughts drift. A few different ideas and ruminations swirl around, but his mind settles onto one. Her.

She isn't what he had been expecting. When his professor had recommended a session with a writing tutor he'd been a little miffed at first. Din knew words weren't his strong suit, but he hadn't thought he was that bad. He probably wouldn't have even considered it if she hadn't immediately assured him that it was only a suggestion because she saw potential in his work.

He had still only been considering it, form half filled out, when Grogu had hit submit. He’d looked for a way to cancel the appointment, but couldn’t figure it out with the school’s poorly designed website, so instead he had resigned himself to going. After all, just the one session couldn't hurt and he'd already be on campus.

He thought the tutor would be some irritating know-it-all, pointing out all the mistakes in his paper. Either that, or that they'd be too nervous to make any real criticisms. He’d noticed the way people froze up around him, sometimes too timid to even look in his direction. She wasn't either of those things.

She was all smiles and kindness, not hesitant around him for a moment. Even Grogu took an immediate liking to her, as evidenced by the gift of his frog drawing. Din had more of those than he could count, but very few others had been bestowed the honor of his sacred amphibian themed artworks.

She challenged him in a way he liked, not rude but still forceful. Encouraging him to figure out what it was she was guiding him towards with the paper. Not taking ownership, simply identifying where ideas could be made stronger or clearer. They’d only worked through a few pages in the session and Din already felt more confident in his writing. 

What he liked most though was that she hadn't even asked about the helmet. It was all he heard from those brave enough to speak to him. Where did he get it, why did he wear it, did he ever take it off, what does he look like underneath, and so on. Avoiding all of those questions got to be draining. She didn't even acknowledge it.

She had mentioned the rumors that were apparently swirling around campus about him but that was it. He was a bit grateful for that though, entirely unaware of how popular he'd apparently become. The stares that followed him on campus were hard to ignore, but he didn’t know about their accompanying whispers. He still isn’t sure if the rumors are a good or a bad thing. Her reaction hadn’t given him all that much to go off of. He wishes it had.

That thought stops Din short. Where did that come from? Why did her opinion of him suddenly matter after a single one hour session? Din can’t remember the last time he considered someone else’s opinion of him. Probably when he first brought Grogu home to meet everyone. Now here he is, wondering what his English tutor’s thoughts were about the rumors everyone has been spreading about him. He needs to get out more.

Din shakes his head free, trying to ponder other aspects of his life. Like when he’d be able to get the Razor Crest up and running again. She’d broken down again after only the second week of classes. Paz makes fun of him for riding on such an old bike, but she’s a classic. Din can’t get rid of her, no matter how much she likes to break down on him. In the meantime he could make due with the loaner truck from Peli.

Thoughts of his motorcycle only distract him for so long though. He realizes half-way through the fantasy that he’s imagining taking her out on his bike, feeling her hands clasped around his waist as he rides through the city. The way she’d hang on just a little tighter, pressing herself against his back, as he hits the throttle just a bit harder.

Din sits up on the couch and mutters to himself. “Come on, Djarin. Pull it together.”

She’s beautiful, yes, but to already be fantasizing about taking her for a ride? That’s a bit much. It has been months since Din has seen any kind of action, but he shouldn’t be this desperate after spending only an hour with a pretty face. Still, now that he’s thinking of it, his mind wanders to what she’d be like. 

Would she take charge, calm and in control like she was earlier today? Or would she submit to him, allow him to do whatever he wanted? A small groan escapes Din’s lips at the thought of having her beneath him, begging for him to take her. How she would look spread out on his bedsheets, how sweet she’d taste. He can already imagine how good she’d feel wrapped around him, the way her eyes would look all strung out and cockdumb. It would be a beautiful sight if he’s ever lucky enough to see it.

An alarm Din forgot he set suddenly blares on his phone. He can’t even remember what he set it for as he’s yanked from his lewd imaginings, scrambling to turn it off. There’s a small wave of embarrassment as he registers where he allowed his thoughts to drift. 

Ignoring the uncomfortable pressure in his jeans, Din pulls up the tutoring appointment form on his phone and signs up for another session. There’s an option to select a specific tutor and he’s quick to open it up, choosing her name from the drop down menu. 

There’s nothing wrong about this, right? She’d helped him with his paper and Grogu liked her. She even asked if she’d be seeing him again. That was plenty of reason to have another session. His renegade fantasies had nothing to do with his decision to go back. Din is a man in control of his urges. If anything, this next session would prove that his thoughts were all just fleeting, just a simple result of going too long without anyone in his bed.

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Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 4

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 4: U

I went home and opened my MacBook. While shivering in the cold, I clicked on the link sent by Hiro-chan. The letter "U" slowly emerges on a pitch-black screen with a wave-like sound. ".......U?" My tattered face covered in vomit was illuminated by the light of the monitor. The invitation page will be launched and a message will be displayed.

[ "U" is another reality

"Az" is another you

Reality cannot be redone

But with "U" you can start over

Let's live another you

Let's start a new life

Let's change the world ]

I forgot about the cold and was looking forward to it. The smartphone placed next to it was linked and the app started automatically. A registration screen appears on my MacBook monitor. It says "NAME".

"Name...."

I hesitated. There was a feeling of resistance. However, contrary to my feelings, I reach out towards my keyboard.

"S" "u" "z" …….

I type in steadily.

"U".

At that moment, a strong anxiety arose. I impulsively press the delete key. I slammed the keys to erase it and closed my MacBook.

[............]

I curled up and sighed, shivering. "I'm next to Luka" I found Luka on the bench in the courtyard. The girls are gathering together and surrounding Luka-chan. The first grade is almost over, so it seemed like everyone was going to take a picture.

"Mr. Watanabe's Yokozaro"

"Eh~? No fair!"

"I like Luka-chan's soba." Ako was envious of the shining Luka-chan from behind the pillars of piloti. I was jealous of the girls who could be photographed with Luka.

"Mr. Watanabe, look over here. I'll take a picture," urged the girl who played the role of the camera, and Luka looked in front of her. Then she waved towards us as she suddenly noticed.

"Ah. Suzu-chan!"

"Eh?" Luca beckoned to me, who was scared.

"Suzu-chan is also included!"

The girls looked at me all at once. Why? Is written on the face. I'm in a hurry

I hid in a pillar, then I looked a little and turned my palm.

"No, no, I", but Luca continued to beckon me.

"It’ll be fast!” Later, the image was sent. A group photo of girls with cute V signs, centered on Luca. There is my face full of freckles mixed with it. The position just behind Luka. Like the spirit behind her, I have an awkward V sign. When I tried to register for "U" again, I was asked for a photo of my face. I don’t have a photo of my face. I don't bother to point the camera at myself.

So, I used the image at this time for registration.

Face recognition markers are displayed on everyone. Which one are you? I moved the cursor and selected the freckled face behind Luka.

The text "A / I automatically generates a new Az" appears. At the same time, there is an annotation, "What is Az?". << The name of the avatar in "U" and another you >>

Another you.

Soon, the rendered Az was displayed.

"That ...?" There was a terrifyingly beautiful Az, far from me. You can say it's just like Luka-chan, not me. "Luka-chan? Why ..."

AI was confused with Luca, who was right next to my image. If so, what an awkward artificial intelligence! While the difference must be corrected. I hit the back button repeatedly.

"No. Back, back. Cancel ...", but suddenly I stopped pressing the button. Red spot-like patterns were clearly drawn on both cheeks of the Az.

"Freckles ..." I put my hand on my cheek. Isn't it my freckles? "Maybe I .....?" I slowly typed in each character in the "NAME" field of the registration screen. This time it's not "Suzu".

"B" "e" “l” “l” “e”

"Bell" = “Suzu”

When I decide on the name "... Bell", the Az in front of me suddenly seems to be adorable. "Cancel" and "OK" buttons are displayed on the screen, prompting you to make a selection.

"What should I do..…"

To make this beauty Az me, I'm not courageous and I'm afraid. On the other hand, no matter how far she is from me in reality, I also think. Rather, it is the world of the Internet that is far away. There are many examples of flashy names and icons on SNS.

"U" is a virtual world and Az is a virtual personality. Privacy is strictly protected. It claims that anonymity is strictly guaranteed. Then no one should blame you. Then, at the next moment, I'm at a loss. In the first place, why did AI of "U" automatically generate such a beautiful Az for me? Is it just a coincidence created by uncertainty? Or is it deep inside my heart? Are you seeing through your true desires? Or ...

It's time to select "Cancel or OK".

A late-night study room with only desk lights. In front of the MacBook screen, I decided to take a slow breath and trim. --Now, let's live another you-in my head, the message of "U" was refrained. "Click" I clicked OK.

At that moment, as if you were preparing, the "U" app on your smartphone started automatically. You can hear the announcement of a calm tone voice.

"Please attach the device"

As per the instruction screen, take out the earphone type device from the case and take it out. I put it on my ear.

"I'm reading your biometric information ..."

The letter "U" on the device glows blue and shimmers. With just one vise, you can get all the information about human beings as living things. It seems that you can do it. And in a very short time. "Done," the announcement said. Then I continued as if I was checking.

"Start body sharing"

It sounds like something is spinning at high speed. Head circumference. There was a feeling that the surroundings were covered with dense air. It seems that it was brought about by the strong magnetic field developed by the device, and perhaps because of that, the hair lifts up softly as if it were in a weightless space.

"First, vision comes under control."

The feel of the magnetic field seemed to concentrate on the back of the head. I slowly open my eyes. "Ah!" A dazzling white light rushed into my eyes.

It's a cloth. White cloths that were more than 10 meters long overlapped, fluttering and fluttering in the wind. I looked at my body as if I were checking my body, and was shocked. My feet are floating in the air. The announcement echoes, as if it were an announcement from heaven.

"Other cognitive functions and deep limb sensations come under control."

What do you mean? There were no words in that unrealistic space. Sweat gushes from the whole body, and the heart beats.

"The feeling of physical independence and physical possession moves to your registered Az." Something slowly approaches from behind. Pink hair. It was the "shadow" of Az that I registered earlier. However, it’s face is flat and white like a plate with nothing on it.

[.........]

I'm just stunned. "Shadow" overlaps. The feeling that another body gets inside me is unpleasant. The shadow of Az was fine-tuned by moving the position back and forth so that it would be in focus, but it fits perfectly immediately. Immediately, the discomfort I had just disappeared somewhere. Beyond the fluttering white cloth, I saw a large white door. I reach out my hands as I slowly approach. The announcement announced. "Welcome to the world of 'U'"

I pressed my hands against the door and opened it vigorously. When I jumped out, I saw a group of skyscrapers that filled my view. "Ah!" On the bustling boulevard that intersects three-dimensionally, a large number of people, not humans, Az-- are floating in the air. Az that imitate animals, insects, marine life, vases and set squares, Az that imitate bicycles, half-beasts and goddesses that are likely to appear in fiction, Az that imitate warriors ... , Az in all kinds of shapes are flying around while chatting loudly. When I look up at the night sky, the lights of countless windows blink, not from the twinkling stars, but from the skyscrapers hanging upside down. Another reality. Another world. Is this "U"? Powder snow is dancing. It's a little chilly. When I opened my hands to take the powder snow in the palm of my hand, I saw a white arm and long, thin fingers in my eyes.

[...]

I was surprised at the difference in physical sensation and looked as if I was checking my body. Her slender body and long legs are wrapped in a white dress that looks like a newborn.

Is this me?

Let's live another you.

The message of "U" was refrained in my head.

[............]

There, I noticed multiple eyes and looked forward. Some Az in the crowd are looking at me. However, as soon as I glanced at it, I went there. You may be a little beautiful, but this is "U". To that extent, nothing is unusual here. That was convenient. No one cares. Then you might be able to do what you've always wanted to do. When I raise my face, I take a deep breath and try to speak out.

The voice was undeniably my own voice. It's much more relaxed than I expected. I tried humming so that the nasal cavity would resonate instead of stretching. Sounds smoother than I imagined. Is it conveniently corrected because the body is virtual? But I don't feel that the sound is far from my consciousness. Is it because the scanned biometric information is accurate? Anyway…

I can't believe it. "I could sing ...!"As the powder snow dances fantastically, my voice rebels against the skyscrapers. It is echoing. How many years has it been since you sung properly? It was irresistible that I could immediately make a voice as I imagined, even though there was a blank and I hadn't done any preparatory movements. It feels like I've got a lot of freedom, and at the same time I'm a little scared. How is biometric information transformed into this output? What is Az? Anyway,

"Oh, I finally sang ...!"

I was very happy about this. I decided to sit down and sing a song with the lyrics properly. Of course there is no accompaniment, but is it okay?

[ I want to see a world where such a small melody pierces through a happy song

I wake up every morning and look for a future without you

I don't want to imagine the unpleasant singing ]

The lyrics translated into various languages ​​around me. Many languages, it surrounds me as a belt. Gaelic, Thai, Persian ...

All languages ​​overlap. If a song is detected, will it be displayed automatically without any settings? In addition, the synthetic voice singing in some languages ​​sounds faint, although the types are limited. Maybe because of that, "Hmm ...?"

Az and others who should have ignored me, suddenly look back and look at me.

"Ah ...?" Many Az in the building area are standing in the air one after another. I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to check the condition of the technology called body sharing. However, it seems that more Az are gathering and listening than I expected. It's very embarrassing to think of myself as a street musician in a virtual world. However, it cannot be stopped on the way. Let's sing to the end, for myself. I continued thinking so.

[But I don't know the correct answer anymore.

It seems that it's going well except for me. Will it still come tomorrow?

Song, guide me, whatever happens, song, beside me, love, approach ]

From the Az who were listening, balloons displaying comments one after another appeared.

"What is this?" "Who is singing?" "Mysterious song"

At first, the content was cautious, as if watching the situation.

However, it gradually became less reluctant. For some reason, the only people who made comments such as "noisy", "strange songs", and "don't be pretentious" were Az with a cute appearance that I couldn't say such a thing. Wearing a frilly pink dress, a little animal, or a baby holding a teddy bear.

"Her looks aren't bad" "What's that freckled face (laughs)" Various tweets fly while singing. I do not mind. I'm singing for me. However, I was hurt by the words thrown at me. It ’s hard to say that only a small number of people will say

You can see it from here as well. hard. It may have appeared on the face. Furthermore, the words escalated. "I feel bad" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" I managed to finish singing before my feelings broke down. The noisy Az sighed and sighed, sighing and leaving. I had no choice but to see them off with disappointment,

"Belle"

Called my name, I looked up.

"……ah"

Something slipped in, "Eh? ... Ah," once I sprinkled the glittering scales, and once I went all the way down, it slowly stopped on my hand. It was a mysterious Az, like a white fairy, like an angel, like a clionidae. If you look closely, you can see that the body is transparent with the delicacy of warabi mochi. While swaying the wings of both hands, he said in a slightly traumatic tone.

"You are wonderful. You are beautiful."

That said, I felt saved.

"....... Fufufu. Thank you."

When I woke up, it was morning. Before I knew it, I was lying on my bed. Was last night a dream? It still has a fresh feeling. I looked at my smartphone to make sure. I have a profile page for Belle. It wasn't a dream. If you look under the bell icon, there is a column showing the number of followers.

《Belle: 0 followers》

That number is zero.

"There are no followers ....." I muttered while staring at the screen. "The world doesn't change anything." I didn't ask for it, but I felt a little disappointed.

When I thought, a beep sounded. The number of followers became "1" in front of me. That angel Az. A comment balloon appears. It was a blank space with nothing written on it. I laid down my smartphone, lay on my back on the bed, and remembered last night. There were many unplanned things. However, "But I finally sang ..." Above all, my heart was refreshed. The light of the winter morning looked dazzling. It's been a while since I've had such a refreshing feeling. Then there was a second follow-up notice. It was Hiro-chan. A cute bird-shaped Az with a round hat.

In the comment of "Re: I tried it for the first time"

<< This is Hiro. Belle is the best. I'll do anything >>

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

[socialmediasocrates]

GP’s on Mulberry: the Film Student

Rating: T (contains a reference to an incident involving food poisoning) Genre: Urban fantasy, slice of life Words: 702 Summary: Toni’s classmate tries to film ghosts on the wrong day of the week. Previous Shorts: Introduction: College student Toni gets a part time job at city institution GP’s on Mulberry for some pocket change. The head waitress, Margie, is very serious about the swear jar. The Coffee Vampire: Toni’s coworker Devon is sketchy as hell, but so is Reggie, an overnight regular that only drinks the coffee. 

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The film student showed up for the first time about a month after Toni became the night-shift cook.

Her name was Lola (allegedly), she was an exchange student from somewhere or other (allegedly), and she was perpetually in the middle of making the greatest guerilla film of the era (allegedly). Toni knew her, in the vague way that you know the other women in your dorm from running into them in the hallway and seeing them at floor meetings. And also from the time that they burst out of a shower stall with a camcorder while you were doubled up over a toilet, alternating between being sick and being regretful about the week-old pizza you’d eaten earlier. Having someone dramatically narrate your losing battle with food poisoning creates a sort of unspoken intimacy. You’ve shared an experience with that person. You nod to them in the elevator and make polite small talk about their latest project. You avoid them in the communal bathroom at all costs. College life.

Everyone in the city stopped in at GP’s at one point or another, so it had really only been a matter of time until Lola did, too. It wasn’t surprising when she flounced through the doors, slid into Reggie’s usual seat at the counter, and ordered something pretentious that wasn’t on the menu only to settle on a burger and fries when Devon ignored her first order. She looked conspicuously out of place, with her fluttery skirt all flared out like a tulle halo around the stool she was sitting on, but she probably wouldn’t have looked so out of place fifty years ago. Until she whipped out her camcorder, set it up on a tripod, and pointed it at the very last booth in the back corner by the windows, at least.

“What are you doing with that camera?” Toni asked her as she watched the burger frying on the flat top, already half-dreading the answer and mostly remembering the bathroom incident.

“Would you believe me if I told you that ghosts have meetings in that booth every Wednesday?” Lola was practically vibrating with excitement as she fiddled with her camera. “Right there! Every Wednesday!”

“Ghosts.”

“Ghosts!”

“Have meetings in that booth.”

“Every Wednesday, you’re following!” Lola checked her watch and finished setting up her recording equipment and went about pulling her laptop out of her bag. “It’s all in my research, Toni, I can send you the PDF if you want to read about it in depth.”

“What is your research for, again?”

“My documentary!”

“I thought you were making a guerilla film.”

“That’s the technique, Toni, the film is a documentary about this diner!”

Devon slid across Toni’s line of sight as he collected Lola’s burger and fries from the order window with a sly little smile on his face. He wasn’t extremely demonstrative, but she’d seen that smile on his face one time, before, when he’d gotten to kick out some particularly rowdy customers. She studiously looked down at the flat top and away from trouble.

“The ghosts don’t have their meetings on Wednesdays,” Devon told Toni as he put down her food, “they’re Thursday customers.”

“I know it’s Wednesdays, Devon, don’t be an asshole.”

“You owe Marge a dime. And don’t blame me when your guerilla documentary thing doesn’t pan out. The ghosts have their meetings on Thursdays.”

Lola was there until nearly the end of Toni’s shift, and she never seemed to see whatever it was she was looking for with her camera. Refusing to be deflated, she announced to the entire room (four people in total, counting Toni still in the kitchen and Devon reading one of his magazines over by the register) that she would be back with “amazing” footage and fluttered out the front door. Quiet descended on the diner. The truckers squished into a booth kept working on their eggs and hashbrowns. Devon yawned, checked his watch, and turned the page of his magazine.

“You should remind her that the ghosts come in on Thursdays,” he told Toni over his shoulder. “Unless she likes filming random booths.”

Toni considered telling Lola that, but then she remembered the bathroom incident.

Toni didn’t tell Lola shit.

[cyberstabbing]

Someone left a long and heart-felt message about THROAM to Anna Green on her curiouscat page and Anna replied with a long message as well. I’m pasting the text here so I don’t ever lose it:

May 1st, 2020

Anonymous: Part 1 of 2 — Hey Anna I followed THROAM back when I was heavy in the panic fandom; I would leave you these ridiculously long comments on lj and read your updates late into the night, when I knew my parents wouldn’t catch me. I was 15. Almost Famous was my favorite movie, Ryden was my otp, you were already my favorite fic author, and I loved nothing more than a long, developed, realism-based slowburn. When you started writing THROAM, it was like my dream fic had been dropped in my lap. I was so enthralled, so in awe of you, so appreciative of your craft. I remember those weeks between updates stretching seemingly endlessly. But I never resented the long waits; I re-read previous chapters, perused your other fics, and knew that you were taking the time because the time was worth it. Your attention to detail was unmatched. 

 I am now 25 years old now, with a master’s degree and a job. Nearly every 1-2 years of the past decade, I get a certain itch. And before I know it, I’m re-reading the anthology, page by page, just as consumed as I was the first time around. I find your dialogue and characterization so compelling that I often can’t help but quietly read the lines out loud to myself. Once I’ve picked it up, THROAM occupies much of my thoughts when I’m not actively reading it, and my nights stretch into the wee hours as I plow through the pages. I saved pdf versions of each volume long ago, but to also have the print copies on my shelf gives me such an enormous sense of relief. To know that whatever moves you make, whatever happens to lj or ao3 or the internet at large, I will still have my throam copies...that brings me joy. 

 I know that you have far outgrown this story, the role it played in your life, the time that you spent writing it, and the person you were back then. The thing is—so have I. It’s remarkable; I am not an active member of any fandoms and am a very different version of myself from the girl who followed this fic’s release. And the version of myself who re-read it my first year of college is a different person from the girl who re-read it as she started her first job. So many different lonely chapters of my life, always punctuated by a return to this old friend. Because of fic stigma, shame, and the whole panic at the disco + lots of explicit sex thing, I refrain from ever sharing the volumes with others, so it feels like I have this little, ever-expanding world of my own with THROAM. Such a huge part of my life, and nobody I know knows a thing about it. It’s special, really. (Cont’d)

pineconepickers: <3333 answer in the next one!

Anonymous: Part 2:  Some pages I can practically recite from memory, and yet others read as fresh and surprising each time around. I still feel the same frustration and pain, I’m still swept up by the allure of Ryan’s fame, the impressiveness of his talent, I’m still enthralled by the mad world of 70s rock, I still chuckle at R’s snarky internal monologue and shake my head at his deeply ego-centric world view, it the boys’ cowardices and braveries, at their spite and their bitterness and their love. I still feel the same flutter in my heart at some of the more tender scenes. I still smile softly when I notice the subtle shifts (messy and tentative) towards growth in Ryan’s character. I’m still shocked by just how invested I am in the many side characters, how fully rounded they all are. And it’s still the hottest sex I have ever, ever read. 

 I was an English major who now teaches English, and I have never had this kind of relationship with another text. Nothing has ever been so relentlessly revisitable, nothing ever nags at me if I go too long without re-reading, nothing consumes me quite like this, and few character dynamics have ever been quite so compelling. The 25 year old woman who had long shaken the fandom world feels so grateful to have been in the right place at the right time to have discovered this story. And I am eternally grateful to you for the care, effort, and absolute labor of love this story demanded. As an avid fic defender and devotee, you shifted my whole paradigm of what fic could be. This masterpiece set the bar impossibly high. Furthermore, thank you for continuing to make it accessible to fans old and new. 

Anyway, as I marvel at this fic’s everlasting effect and your writing’s power, I just had to say my piece. It’s been a decade since I last waxed poetic in full fangirl mode at you. Seemed like the time was ripe. 

Best and sincerely grateful,  C

pineconepickers: Hi, C! Wow I really did not expect to wake up to this and it's left me quite speechless, to be honest. First of all, I am so touched by this letter and would love to give you a hug, but social distancing and all that. ;) Then, to be consistent, tut tut to your minor self for reading explicit adult content - I have to say this because it is a line I feel ever more strongly about, but of course I too used to read adult fics when I was a minor, yada yada yada... And so often people grow up to be immensely embarrassed by what they enjoyed at 15 or 16, and I see a lot of that Shame Discourse around THROAM too, which, as its author, can make you think you just wrote a bad story that no one wants to admit they liked (although they all read it - it's complicated!). 

So, ten years on, it's great to hear that the story still compels you and that it has aged in a way that you still enjoy it. THROAM has had such a strange afterlife that I never could have predicted, both good and bad, and my own relationship with the work has grown increasingly complex over the years. You outgrow stories, as you rightly said, and you outgrow your own writing style, too, and become increasingly critical of your past efforts, alas - yet I still have an immense love for the story and its flaws, I can at a moment's notice see snow drifting down on a winter night in Bismarck or am blinded by California sun or taste the salt in the air on a beach in Maine like I never left. Fic will always be regarded as less than "real fiction" - throw in emo bands and sex and even more so. But what is wrong with fictional self-indulgence in a world that often gives you little? I haven't read THROAM cover to cover in years (it's SO LONG), partly out of worry what I'll find there of my self-perceived "bad writing", but I read snippets sometimes and there is still a pull to the story, for me, that I am relieved to find. 

I was around 25 when I finished the story - and thus the circle closes. It's hard for me now to fathom the years I spent on it, the sheer number of hours, days, weeks, months it took me to write. What was 23-25 year-old me doing! But she wrote it because she had the story and no other reason. Its afterlife and readership has completely surprised me, but I am glad I didn't know it when I was writing it or I'd never have managed to finish it! 

And so it warms me now, endlessly, that the story still has importance to you and that it has grown with you. It is especially lovely to hear when I myself have clearly detached myself from the story, somewhat - it really feels like the story doesn't belong to me anymore because it took on such a life of its own. So thank you for reminding me that I, too, should give the story more love than I do - and that not all that ages needs to be left behind. Much love <333

[stampwithtami]

50 Inspiring Holiday DIY Cards & Gifts [Scoop Video 165]

HOLIDAY CRAFTS 🎄Are you ready to flood your loved ones with handcrafted holiday cheer? ⭐️Buckle up because The Stampin' Scoop Show is about to unload a craft bonanza! This episode is jammed packed with over 50 creative projects for holiday paper crafting cards and gift ideas, ready to fill your head with twinkling inspiration.🎁 Beyond just idea generation, we're going to equip you with practical knowledge on crafting quick and easy gift card holders and a stunning holiday card featuring the Saint Nicholas Card - a sure shot at making your Santa-listed loved one's heart flutter! 🎅 As the cherry on top, brace yourself for not 1, but 2 new tutorial series that kick-off today - The Above It All Bundle Series for sky-high creativity and the Merry Bold and Bright Series to add splashes of festive extravagance to your craftwork! Over the next couple of weeks, you'll be endowed with tutorials for all the shared projects, making you the Picasso of Paper Craft!🖌️ Crafting was never this fun, or festive! So, are you ready to let your creativity shine this holiday season? 🌟 Let us know which project you're most excited to start on We'll be creating these fun cards on the video. VIDEO VIEW VIDEO ON YOUTUBE INSTRUCTIONS PHOTOS  Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page ABOVE IT ALL GIFT CARD HOLDERS I used the Stampin' Up! A Walk in the Forest Designer Series Paper on these gift card holders.  These are so quick and easy to make. Use the template as a guide, you'll find it on the instructions pdf. These 2 I used the Stampin' Up! Above It All Bundle.  The polar bears are from the Beary Christmas Memories and More pack.  SAINT NICHOLAS CARD  This is the card Linda made on the video. There is instructions for it above.  MORE HOLIDAY DIY CARDS AND PROJECTS OMG!!! I can't stand how cute this is and how much I love it. When I was looking at the gondola I saw a camper trailer. I will have a tutorial for this card on Sunday.  Stay tuned to the Above It All Series for more tutorials to come.  This home decor shadowbox frame makes a great gift. Or keep it for yourself and display it. I love the little bear hanging out of the window waving. Keep tuned in for more in the Merry & Bright Series. These are swap cards from the Merry Bold & Bright Suite and the Merriest Trees Bundle. I created this Saint Nicholas slimline card. Tutorial coming. These boxes were all part of my Tricks & Treats Series. You will find the tutorials for them and the entire series at these links: - Faux Metal Sending Cheer / Tricks & Treat Favor Boxes - Santa, Elf and Snowman Holiday Favor Boxes These are some more amazing swap card inspiration from the Sending Cheer Bundle and the Stars at Night Bundle.   These card ideas are from the Stampin' Up More Wishes Stamp set and the Night Devine Bundle.  Cards from the Magical Meadow Bundle and the Fragrant Forest Stamp Set From the Joy to You Stamp Set and the Joy of Noel Bundle. From the Stampin' Up Festive & Fun stamp set, Jolly Words Stamp Set and the Gift of Giving Stamp Set. Cards from the Cheers to the Season stamp set and the Christmas Classics Bundle.Cards from the Stampin Up! Beary Christmas Suite.   WANT IT ALL? We want to celebrate our 35th anniversary in style! From 3–31 October, anyone who joins our fun crafting community as a new demonstrator can choose either 35% OFF the cost of their Starter Kit or get 35% MORE product with their Starter Kit! What a deal! Use the resources provided below to share the news of this amazing Starter Kit offer before it’s over!.  Can I join as a demonstrator just for the discount?Yes, it’s the most popular reason people join. No selling, classes, parties, etc necessary unless you want to have fun doing these things. Many people take advantage of the great deal just for themselves DETAILS GIVEAWAY Enter to win our giveaway free. Enter by leaving a comment on this video on Youtube or Facebook . No purchase necessary. Read the full article