#what is monitization of page

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How can we do Monitization of Page?

Monetization of a page refers to the process of generating revenue or income from a web page, social media page, blog, or any other online platform. There are various methods and strategies for monetizing a page, and the choice of method often depends on the type of content, the audience, and the goals of the page owner. Here are some common ways to monetize a page more...

Advertising: Displaying ads on your page is one of the most common ways to monetize. This can include pay-per-click (PPC) ads like Google AdSense, direct advertising deals with businesses, or ad networks.

Affiliate Marketing: Promoting products or services related to your page's content and earning a commission for every sale or action generated through your affiliate links.

Sponsored Content: Collaborating with brands to create sponsored posts or articles that promote their products or services. You are paid for featuring their content.

Subscription Models: Offering premium or exclusive content to subscribers who pay a recurring fee. This is common on platforms like Patreon or Substack.

E-commerce: Selling products or merchandise related to your page's theme or content. This can include physical products, digital downloads, or services.

Donations: Asking your audience for voluntary contributions or donations to support your page. This is often seen on platforms like PayPal or Buy Me a Coffee.

Freemium Models: Offering a basic level of content for free and a premium version with additional features for a fee.

Selling Your Expertise: If you have specialized knowledge or skills related to your page's content, you can offer consulting, coaching, or online courses.

Selling Ad Space: If your page has a large and engaged audience, you can sell ad space directly to businesses or use ad networks to manage the process.

Selling Leads: If your page generates leads or valuable data, you can sell this information to businesses in related industries.

Selling eBooks or Books: If you're an author or have valuable knowledge to share, you can monetize your page by selling books or eBooks.

Crowdfunding: Platforms like Kickstarter or Indiegogo allow you to raise funds from your audience to support your projects.

[dreamscapesofimagination]

A/n: there is no love here yet for Jiro and i need to fix that bc mans is my top fav. We love a tall, sciencey man w hot girl tummy problems over here.

Formatted weird bc I am on mobile!

TW: Fluff! Jiro is a bit insecure. He is also head over heels. Ending kinda sucks bc i couldn't think of how to end it lol

Synopsis: Jiro thought he knew a lot about you- average blood pressure, enzyme values, how your lungs sounded beneath the stethoscope- turns out you are also a talented artist.

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The floorboards creaked as Jiro stepped inside, thankful Yuri had been awake this morning to give him his medication before he had to come do this health check.

Without his meds, he knew he would have to scurry away quickly, and his condition would prevent him from sharing a small breakfast with you.

He didn't quite understand his feelings for you- sure, he knew how endorphins rushed through his system around you and triggered the increase of his heart rate.

He knew the scientific reasons behind his attraction- he just didn't know how to react to it. The two of you had been in limbo- not quite together but closer than just friends.

He knew you reacted the same to him- could see it in the way your heart rate would be erratic on the EKG when he would do it (Yuri had banned him from being around when your heart rate or blood pressure were monitered, and today Jiro was just to draw blood and ensure you appeared well) , or the way your cheeks would warm up when his fingers brushed your skin.

His eyes scanned the church, taking in the homey feeling you had created since moving in.

Plants littered some of the pews, and you had cushions placed around for the cats.

He could hear the shower running, and assumed you were in there. While he waited, he wandered across the old room to set his bag on the desk.

He began pulling out his supplies, before sighing when he realized he had forgotten his pen.

Surely you had one in one of the drawers?

He slid the top one open, eyes widening at what he saw.

A drawing.

Of him.

He carefully pulled out the sketchbook, unable to take his eyes from the drawing as his heart hammered in his chest.

He looked focused in the drawing, and he imagined you had drawn him from one of the times he had helped you study.

Flipping to another page, he felt as if he couldn't breath.

Him again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You had talent, and you used it to draw him, a chronically ill ghoul who struggled to hold conversations even with people he liked.

"Jiro?" the sound of your voice caused him to whirl around, guilty he had been snooping.

His breath caught at the sight of you standing there, in a tanktop and pair of shorts, toweling off your hair.

"I-uh- I was just waiting for you to finish, Yuri sent me to take some blood samples and make sure you are well,"

He winced internally at his stumbling words, feeling his stomach turn at his increased anxiety.

"I don't mind you looking at them, you're just so pretty and I wanted to draw you," a blush coated your cheeks at your admission.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, feeling his own cheeks burn.

You thought he was pretty? Half the time his already pale complexion was sickly due to his condition (and lack of sleep), circles that nearly matched his hair rimmed his eyes- not to mention his frequent bouts of nausea.

He jumped when your hand waved infront of his face, so lost in his own thoughts that your closeness had gone unnoticed.

"Ji, you okay? I'm sorry if I weirded you out." your voice was sheepish and oh so sweet, round cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He quickly shook his head, "no, you just surprised me. I've never really had someone be interested in me."

Jiro's voice was matter-of-fact, and clearly he was not searching for sympathy.

He had accepted his differences, and his schedule didn't exactly leave room for romance- nor did Yuri think such frivoloties were necessary. It wasn't until he met you that the consideration that he may be missing out had even entered his thoughts.

Yuri had even noticed, urging Jiro to just ask you out if only to stop distracting him with his 'mournful, pathetic expression and moony-eyed stares.'

Jiro had never really noticed nor cared about the captains absence of bed-side manner, though that comment had made him very aware of it.

"Well, now you do. I know you're very busy, but maybe one of the times you're free you'd like to do something?" you chewed your lip as you asked, n action he had long since learned you did when you were unsure of yourself.

An action that caused all his attention to fall to your lips, wondering what they would feel like.

"I think that would be enjoyable," his words came out softer than he intended, and your bright smile after his words caused his already hammering heart to nearly stop.

He wasn't sure he'd survive a date with you, but he would need to be incapacitated to not accept the offer.

[awriternamedart]

was gonna do this on bsky but imma do it here instead

took my first adderall in 4 years today, instant release . holy shit is there a difference when im on it , but i wanna make a comprehensive list of effects it had on me specifically . note i guess is that im also on anti depressants now as well !

- Took effect in about 10 minutes . Felt effects start about 3 or 4 minutes after taking the lil white pill

- Lasted about 4ish hours - i can still feel its effect as im writing this but it is diminishing. the minimum amount of time its supposed to last , gonna keep track of how long it lasts throughout the month for my dr as well but ill do that seperately .

- Was able to immediately launch up my laptop and do schoolwork without hesitating or lingering on youtube or discord or on my phone playing cookie run or something . not just that , i opened the right page immediately while having youtube on the other moniter and i still never looked at it for longer then a glance .

- was able to listen to a video for an assignment . without looking at the transcript instead and guessing what my professors want me to say . minimal shortcuts . and while i was listening to it , i was able to do other chores i had been avoiding for a few weeks now including - laundry , clean my room , dishes , and I didnt avoid going upstairs to drop off stuff for the other residents in my household .

- did all my assignments plus ones i didnt need to do in 2 hours . without dread . i still didnt want to do them, important - the adderall didnt change how i felt about the task, but it removed and lessened the burden i feel actually doing it . the dread and the chains , gone . i could do it as freely as possible

- i maintained my ability to hyperfocus. which was weird . maybe its the behavioral part and not the actual chemical focus ? but basically i could still use the skills i had learned to help curb my adhd just . without the shackles of adhd

- also kept a lot of the creative thinking part . head was awfully quiet , didnt like that . But i could still make connections and do my usual analysis and work , just with less of a chance of getting derailed and losing my train of thought . distraction was much less of a threat basically

- switching tasks was like . easy ? is that normal? like i could just switch what task i was doing without it feeling awful or draining and then just . go back to the previous task if it was unfinished . so weird but really nice , liked that alot .

- autism sensory shot up super high . like normally im understimulated and need bright stuff to keep myself stimulated and sane , but with the medication i was much more easily overwhelmed by texture and sight and sound and light and stuff . had my LEDs dimmed all afternoon.

- similar situation with my auditory processing issues , just rhe opposite. they lessened severely , i could actually process fast enough with people talking and didnt need them to repeat .

- remembered shit ??? like i could just recall where a ton of stuff was when i needed it ?? i remembered stuff i needed to do beforehand like weeks ago ??? that was weird .

- needed to stim a lot less . didnt find myself bouncing or shaking my hands as much as i usually do - still had the bouncing stim but thats just cause i was super giddy the entire time

- blood pressure issue was a lot less of an issue - it was a big issue last time i was on it . im eating better and taking better care of myself now so thats probably why - oh and the hunger issue is less of a problem on instant release .

- i was so like - happy all day ? giddy ? im also on an antidepressent but the adderall just made it so much more potent or easy to feel . like i physically felt so much better mentally and emotionally .

- havent tried to write on it but my essays just doubled in length cause i didnt lose focus. cant wait to write a fic while on it and just go absolutely apeshit i hope . watch out eggio im coming for your chapter lengths .

- was able to put down my phone when i needed to . was able to stop gaming when i needed to . was able to just do alot of stuff when i needed to .

- also i am making a list of what happened and i remmeber what happened . clearly still under the effects of the medicine LMAO

uhh its basically worn off by now im only feeling aftereffects . but holy shit i cant believe i was ever hesitent about trying it . i was doubting that i needed it like one does and then it hit and i was like woah . but yea thats it thats all that happened

[pagesfromceefax]

[image description: two screenshots of the premium shop in animal jam. the first image shows the main page, advertising membership (for an unspecified price), the jamaalidays bundle for £8.99, and a wishing coin for £2.99. the second screenshot shows more information on the wishing coin, showing that it gives one coin, and providing an item description of "wishing coins can be used to bring fantasy pets to life! use them at the wishing well in crystallis, beneath the lost temple of zios". end ID]

even MORE predatory monitization? in my kids game???

(btw from what i can tell this is basically a gacha mechanic! just to make it even worse!!!!!)

[paladinkit]

In honor of my Poetry Month and my genuine curiosity... What's one of your favorite poems?

oh this is a great question! I narrowed it down to two and then couldn't pick between them ❤️

my favorite short poem, and the poem I recited when I proposed to my wife is by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)                                                       i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

my favorite long poem, and genuinely my favorite work by J.R.R. Tolkien, is his poem Mythopoeia (below the cut for length!)

To one [C.S. Lewis] who said that myths were lies and therefore worthless, even though 'breathed through silver'.

Philomythus to Misomythus

You look at trees and label them just so, (for trees are 'trees', and growing is 'to grow'); you walk the earth and tread with solemn pace one of the many minor globes of Space: a star's a star, some matter in a ball compelled to courses mathematical amid the regimented, cold, inane, where destined atoms are each moment slain.

At bidding of a Will, to which we bend (and must), but only dimly apprehend, great processes march on, as Time unrolls from dark beginnings to uncertain goals; and as on page o'er-written without clue, with script and limning packed of various hue, an endless multitude of forms appear, some grim, some frail, some beautiful, some queer, each alien, except as kin from one remote Origo, gnat, man, stone, and sun. God made the petreous rocks, the arboreal trees, tellurian earth, and stellar stars, and these homuncular men, who walk upon the ground with nerves that tingle touched by light and sound. The movements of the sea, the wind in boughs, green grass, the large slow oddity of cows, thunder and lightning, birds that wheel and cry, slime crawling up from mud to live and die, these each are duly registered and print the brain's contortions with a separate dint. Yet trees are not 'trees', until so named and seen and never were so named, tifi those had been who speech's involuted breath unfurled, faint echo and dim picture of the world, but neither record nor a photograph, being divination, judgement, and a laugh response of those that felt astir within by deep monition movements that were kin to life and death of trees, of beasts, of stars: free captives undermining shadowy bars, digging the foreknown from experience and panning the vein of spirit out of sense. Great powers they slowly brought out of themselves and looking backward they beheld the elves that wrought on cunning forges in the mind, and light and dark on secret looms entwined.

He sees no stars who does not see them first of living silver made that sudden burst to flame like flowers bencath an ancient song, whose very echo after-music long has since pursued. There is no firmament, only a void, unless a jewelled tent myth-woven and elf-pattemed; and no earth, unless the mother's womb whence all have birth. The heart of Man is not compound of lies, but draws some wisdom from the only Wise, and still recalls him. Though now long estranged, Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed. Dis-graced he may be, yet is not dethroned, and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned, his world-dominion by creative act: not his to worship the great Artefact, Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. Though all the crannies of the world we filled with Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build Gods and their houses out of dark and light, and sowed the seed of dragons, 'twas our right (used or misused). The right has not decayed. We make still by the law in which we're made.

Yes! 'wish-fulfilment dreams' we spin to cheat our timid hearts and ugly Fact defeat! Whence came the wish, and whence the power to dream, or some things fair and others ugly deem? All wishes are not idle, nor in vain fulfilment we devise -- for pain is pain, not for itself to be desired, but ill; or else to strive or to subdue the will alike were graceless; and of Evil this alone is deadly certain: Evil is.

Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hate that quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate; that seek no parley, and in guarded room, though small and bate, upon a clumsy loom weave tissues gilded by the far-off day hoped and believed in under Shadow's sway.

Blessed are the men of Noah's race that build their little arks, though frail and poorly filled, and steer through winds contrary towards a wraith, a rumour of a harbour guessed by faith.

Blessed are the legend-makers with their rhyme of things not found within recorded time. It is not they that have forgot the Night, or bid us flee to organized delight, in lotus-isles of economic bliss forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss (and counterfeit at that, machine-produced, bogus seduction of the twice-seduced). Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair, and those that hear them yet may yet beware. They have seen Death and ultimate defeat, and yet they would not in despair retreat, but oft to victory have tuned the lyre and kindled hearts with legendary fire, illuminating Now and dark Hath-been with light of suns as yet by no man seen.

I would that I might with the minstrels sing and stir the unseen with a throbbing string. I would be with the mariners of the deep that cut their slender planks on mountains steep and voyage upon a vague and wandering quest, for some have passed beyond the fabled West. I would with the beleaguered fools be told, that keep an inner fastness where their gold, impure and scanty, yet they loyally bring to mint in image blurred of distant king, or in fantastic banners weave the sheen heraldic emblems of a lord unseen.

I will not walk with your progressive apes, erect and sapient. Before them gapes the dark abyss to which their progress tends if by God's mercy progress ever ends, and does not ceaselessly revolve the same unfruitful course with changing of a name. I will not treat your dusty path and flat, denoting this and that by this and that, your world immutable wherein no part the little maker has with maker's art. I bow not yet before the Iron Crown, nor cast my own small golden sceptre down.

In Paradise perchance the eye may stray from gazing upon everlasting Day to see the day illumined, and renew from mirrored truth the likeness of the True. Then looking on the Blessed Land 'twill see that all is as it is, and yet made free: Salvation changes not, nor yet destroys, garden nor gardener, children nor their toys. Evil it will not see, for evil lies not in God's picture but in crooked eyes, not in the source but in malicious choice, and not in sound but in the tuneless voice. In Paradise they look no more awry; and though they make anew, they make no lie. Be sure they still will make, not being dead, and poets shall have flames upon their head, and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall: there each shall choose for ever from the All.

[threefandomsinatrenchcoat]

Another thing I hate is people who claim that violence, non-con and such in fanfiction will normalize acting like that. Not because I think fiction cannot ever influence reality. Art is meant to have an impact on the viewer and seeing something presented to you everywhere can alter your perception on whether it is normal or not. BUT. Fanfiction isn't something you see presented everywhere. Fanfiction isn't childrens' cartoons. Fanfiction isn't what you find when you turn on the TV at 5pm after getting home from work. Fanfiction isn't the front page article when you open your browser. Fanfiction is something you go looking for. Specifically. Fanfiction is something you seek out knowing what you'll get. And fanfiction is something deeply personal, made first and foremost for the person making it and only coincidentally appealing to others. It's not the kind of thing that your child randomly finds by themselves if you're monitering their internet access like you should and it's not the kind of thing that changes society as a whole by influencing a majority of people. It's still a niche thing, even if it's much more accessible and accepted than it used to be.

"Why can't the freaks on AO3 just go and make a site for all the gross stuff and leave AO3 alone."

Because AO3 is that site. Because AO3 was that site long before you decided AO3 was better than the sites you bullied us off of before, and I can promise you if someone somehow comes up with a fanfic site you like better specifically for the 'gross stuff' you'll try to bully us off that too so you can benefit from it.

AO3's specific core purpose is to preserve fanfiction, yes, but it was also instigated as a host site for the fanfiction that kept getting yeeted off other platforms like Wattpad. Its designed to preserve all fanfiction, not just the fanfiction you, personally, think is 'allowed' to be written.

AO3 is the site for all the gross stuff the freaks make. We've been there just as long as you. We've been funding it just as long as you have. AO3 has specifically said you have a place here. The timeline was literally:

Wattpad/FF.net/LiveJournal purge fanfics > AO3 is born > The people who's fics got purged moved over to AO3 > AO3 gains popularity as the best functioning site > The people who pushed for the fics to be purged off Wattpad move to AO3 > The same people try to push for AO3 to purge fics.

AO3's source coding is open-access. You go make a polished, strict, rigid site where nothing 'icky' is allowed. You go make a site where you can control what is hosted. We already have our space.

[fleuriry]

you never forget your first patient.

or in my case, my first patients—plural. scattered across like fragments of a memory i'm still trying to hold gently.

today is my last day of ICC! that sentence doesn't quite sit right on my tongue yet. how do you wrap something that unraveled you in all the right and wrong ways?

when i was answering our comprehensive exam this year, somewhere between the first circle i shaded and the last one i erased three times before settling, i felt a soft unfamiliar ache: nostalgia, the kind that hums softly when you realize that you're standing at the edge of something—not an ending, just the super slow turning of a page.

my usual ritual? answer everything in one go. mark the tough ones. double-check. only then do i start shading the scantron.

but this time, every question felt like a doorway pulling me back to bedside somewhere. to faces. names. voices. like i was flipping through a secret diary i didn't know i was writing these past three years.

Entry #1: the smiliest 6-month-old baby with a metabolic condition caught early through EINC. asymptomatic. soft cheeks. no teeth. eyes that didn’t understand the gravity of the diagnosis but smiled anyway. he’d grab our fingers with that unexpectedly strong baby grip. and somehow, that made the world feel softer.

Entry #2: the boy in the wheelchair. hemiplegic cerebral palsy, but louder joy than any textbook definition of his condition. he couldn’t speak in full sentences, but he spoke in laughter. in sounds that filled the opd like music.

Entry #3: the tito with psoriasis. talked like we were long-lost friends, cracked jokes as if humor could soothe the flare-ups. and i laughed—genuinely, not out of politeness but because he reminded me that life doesn’t pause after a diagnosis, it just rewrites itself, a little differently.

Entry #4: the teenage boy with hemophilia: he needed a knee surgery, but couldn’t get the transfusions. not because of money alone, but because the treatment simply didn’t "exist" here. while we were doing our history and pe, he was playing on his phone—the “only way he could have fun,” he said and i remember thinking, how do you carry so much pain and still sit so still?

Entry #5: the lola in her nineties: sharper, warmer, stronger than me on most days. she’d call us “anak” even if we was just standing near her. “mas malakas pa siya sa inyo,” our blockmate joked once, and funnily enough, i believed her. she reminded me that aging isn’t the opposite of youth. it’s proof of survival. of choosing to wake up again and again, no matter what.

and so many more.

faces i may never see again but whose names are tucked somewhere inside my chest. stories i kept quietly, not out of duty, but out of reverence. not all moments were big, of course. some were just silent nods, quick chats with the mommies in the pedia ward. but for me, they mattered and they changed me.

my last rotation this year was pedia and it drained the hell out of me. every round of monits made me feel like a malfunctioning checklist machine. tick. tick. tick. repeat. then came the exams. the grand OSCE. i was tired. uncertain. i kept asking myself: is this still what i want?

but now that it’s over, now that the noise has quieted a little, i hear it again: the small voice that always brings me back to my why. the reasons i started. the reasons i stayed. the love that kept finding me—even when i forgot to look for it.

i hope that love continues to find me: in busy wards and quiet call rooms, in morning endorsements and late-night monits, in the warmth of shared meals with my blockmates. may it find me in the middle of chaos, and make a home in me again.

i’m scared, yes. nothing will ever truly prepare me for clerkship. but for me, fear is not the absence of readiness: it’s the echo of hope. and i am hopeful!! for new names, new faces, new lessons. hopeful that my hands will grow steadier, my eyes sharper, and my heart wider.

and i know i’m not alone. i have people who will walk beside me, who will hold my hand when i hesitate, who will help me with my prox and fix me breakfast when i forget to eat, who will remind me that i am not my grades, not my failures, not the one mistake that still haunts me. people who will say: you’re doing okay, and mean it.

i think that's what makes this all bearable, so far. not the prestige, not the glamorized lifestyle. but the people. always the people.

so here’s to remembering. to forgetting and remembering again (hehe). to turning the page, gently. and realizing on the next one, that i still want to keep writing.

even if my hands shake, and most especially if they do. :)

[theconsultquest]

The Power of Competitor Analysis: Uncovering Key Insights for Your Digital Marketing

If you're not monitoring your competitors closely, you're passing up a goldmine of information. In the fast-moving arena of digital marketing, knowing what your competitors are doing—and most importantly, what they're not doing—can assist you in creating a space that's yours alone. Competitor analysis isn't copying. It's seeing gaps, enhancing your strategies, and being two steps ahead of the competition in a busy digital landscape.

This blog delves into how competitor analysis can revolutionize your marketing strategy. From keyword opportunity identification to ad spend optimization, we'll walk you through the need-to-knows to translate insights into impact.   

Why Competitor Analysis Matters in Today’s Digital Landscape

Understanding your competitors isn't just about keeping tabs—it's about uncovering missed opportunities and learning from what others are doing well. With the right insights, you can fine-tune your strategy, stay ahead of trends, and position your brand more effectively. Platforms like The Consult Quest offer strategic support to help you turn competitor data into actionable advantages. Here are the best strategies to optimize your competitor analysis efficiently.

1. Identify Your True Competitors

Your competitors go beyond just those offering similar products or services—they also include the brands that appear alongside you in search results and on social media. Start by understanding the different types of competitors:

Direct competitors are businesses that offer the same services in the market.

Indirect competitors target the same audience but offer a different product.

Search competitors are websites that rank for the same keywords, even if they don’t sell the same products or services as you.

SEMrush and Ahrefs are tools you can use to find out about these competitors by monitoring keyword overlap and backlink profiles.

2. Study Their SEO and Content Strategy

Deep dive into what your competition is doing for organic traffic. Are there gaps in the content that you could address? Go through their best-performing pages, look at how frequently they post blogs, and find the content type that appears to bring the most engagement—long blogs, list articles, videos, or infographics.

Ask yourself: Can I do something more valuable, more complete, or more interesting? This exercise helps you discover opportunities to provide unique value that differentiates in search results.

3. Discover Keyword Opportunities

Competitor analysis is a strategic means of creating a wiser keyword list. Keyword gap tools allow you to identify keywords your competitors are ranking for and you aren’t. This also helps you discover low-competition, high-intent phrases, and uncover long-tail keyword variations that could bring in more qualified traffic.

Targeting the proper keywords can assist you in avoiding the most crowded terms while achieving visibility in areas others have neglected.

4. Track Paid Ad Campaigns

Interested in your competitors' ad strategies? Tools like SpyFu and Adbeat allow you to spy on their PPC campaigns. You'll find yourself with access to a sample of their ad copy, their estimated monthly ad spend, and even landing page previews. This data is potent. You can tell which messaging works, which CTAs work best, and how their offer is set up. Then you can make your own campaigns better and more attractive.

5. Assess Their Social Media Presence

Social media usually is the point of first interaction for customers and a brand. Analyze how how often your competitors post, the timing of their posts, and the types of content that receive the most engagement.Take note of their engagement metrics—likes, comments, shares—and how consistently they brand themselves and use the same tone of voice.

You can also see who their influencers are that they collaborate with and what type of social proof they utilize. Tools such as BuzzSumo assist in monitoring which of their content items are most shared or talked about. These trends provide insight into what your audience may react to as well.

6. Analyze Customer Reviews and Feedback

Online feedback can be overwhelmingly informative. Scroll through Google Reviews, online marketplaces, and testimonial pages on their websites. What are the customers raving about? What are the common complaints? Leverage this information to refine your own value proposition. If their customers often mention poor support, highlight your exceptional customer service. If they're lacking a feature that's in demand, think about adding it.

7. Benchmark and Tweak Your Strategy

Build a SWOT analysis comparing your brand to competitors. This will assist you in:

Filling content gaps they've overlooked

Outranking them for underused keywords

Enhancing their product features or services

Positioning your messaging better

Leverage this data to continuously refine and enhance your digital marketing strategy. What begins as research becomes a guide to outperforming the competition.

Final Thoughts

Competitor analysis isn’t something you do just once - it’s an ongoing process. When you see what others are doing and where they're failing, you don't merely respond—you lead. Whether it's with better SEO, more compelling content, or focused ad spend, competitor analysis empowers you to stand out from the crowd and take your place in the digital spotlight. 

[detectivedarling]

It gets very loud, very fast. Shouting, screaming, some crying. Trust and betrayel and accusations, "did you never see us as friends?"

Phantom is quiet. Looking at the screen with the plan for Flash pulled up, something the man did himself just to see.

There's a feeling there. It tastes a bit like relief. But he knows he can't bite down on it yet - he needs to see for himself.

No one pays attention to him as he floats closer to the computer, too focused on Batman and his lack of much response to everything they're saying. Flash is focused on him, too, but his hand is still on the mouse. Phantom sticks his hand into the moniter to pull the right page up instead.

He reads it. Top to bottom. Them a second time.

It won't work. But.

He knows someone, now, that wants it. He just needs to give Batman something better to work with.

(it's not density shifting, more like shifting onto another plane) he writes after the section on keeping him from going intangible.

(I'm not that strong, just using different physics) he adds a little further down.

"Deleting it won't do anything," Batman speaks up, loud enough for Phantom to hear. He turns his head, seeing the man of the hours eyes on him. The others aren't yelling, either looking at Phantom or Batman. "I have multiple copies. This is just one."

"Oh," Phantom breathes out, taking his hand out of the monitor. He floats a foot closer to the bat. "I can write it down on paper, then? Or just tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Batman asks gruffly, trepidation pushed away with the roughness of it.

Phantom floats closer. He doesnt look at anyone else in the room. Just the man that's willing to stop him. "It won't work."

Batman's glower deepens. Green Arrow laughs out, "Confident."

Danny continues.

"Ghosts don't density shift. I'm not as strong as you think. The few ghost fighting inventions you are planning with won't work on me for long."

It's quiet. Phantom smiles.

"I can get you some blood blossom seeds. And write down the rest. Just be careful about the dosage, so it doesn't go into torture."

The relief stays for a good while. Settles into his bones and ecto and core, making itself home. He has someone, now. Someone who will make sure he doesn't hurt anyone again.

Phantom is a member of JLA when everyone finds out that the Bats have contingency plans against everyone else.

While everyone else is shouting about trust and betrayal, Danny can't help but be relieved. He's seen his bad future, after all. Dan is reformed now, but that doesn't retroactively save the timeline he wiped out.

Danny only has one issue with the contingencies for him: Batman mistakenly believes that his intangibility works the same as Martian density shifting.

It doesn't. In fact, they're very different powers. Intangibility is more of a phase shift where he turns his physical form into energy.

This means that none of the contingencies in his file will work because they don't accurately account for one of his basic powers.

(The shouting actually gets derailed for a bit when he brings it up. All the scientists are a bit horrified about the implied energy conversions happening whenever he uses this "basic" power. As a halfa with an actual physical form, Danny should be giving off enough energy to blow up the planet whenever he transforms.)

[mccnstruck]

hHHII i saw ur latest fic and I LVOE IT RBROROOR

could u do akito x f!reader wheheere the reader has a rivalry relationship w akkto (SHH I LOVE ENEMKES TO LOVERS) and normally readers like happy but one day reader is sorta sad,(mommy issjes💀) and akito notices, she trjes to cover up saykg shss okay, but eventually around at the end kf school akito was walking and noticed reader by themselves, and went up to them, just to see their eyes red and puffy, and thejr hands were shaky, then akito asks what’s wrong and again reader says it’s nothing and does a excuse, akito was buying it and gently held their hands to try to stop it from shaking, and reader gets flustred sorta saying shes fine and to let go, akito then says he’ll let go after reader tells their problems, and reader kept denying cause they dont wanna be a burden, andddd you can decide what happens next😭

IM SORRY IF THSI IS TOO MCUH

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: mentions of derealization, mommy issues, akitos really blunt idfk, profanities, hurt/comfort, not proofread, ooc, not proofread, long fic

a/n: HI !!!! just a few things i wanted to say:

- as soon as i saw mommy issues i RANNNNN with this request. sorry. it might be a lil specific. but. yea 😋.

- sorry but i dont take f!reader !! gives me dysphoria, so it got switched to gn!reader sorry <\3

- i went really deep into this request and may or may not have done a whole akito characterization just to find how he comforts people. so yea

thank you for requesting i hope u enjoy !!!!

Akito sighed while walking through the corridors.

The scent of spring's arrival was felt throughout the school. People sat outside in their free period, windows were open, and the wind breezed through Akito's ginger hair, giving a playful ruffle before escaping through the window to torment another student.

It was a shame Akito didn't spend it with anyone. Toya was busy helping the library, Akito was hiding from An monitering the hallways, and Mizuki was not in school today, or any day for that matter. Talking to the crazy duo in school was absolutely a no-go, and to be fair he didn't feel like talking to any of his classmates.

Welp, he would just have to enjoy the nice weather by himself, he thought.

As if a coincidence, he saw a familiar figure sitting outside a classroom, scribbling notes down. He was too far away to examine the features of the figure, but the aggressiveness of the pen hitting the notebook sent a uneasy feeling in Akito's chest.

He walked closer, to find you, eyes glaring the paper down as if it wronged you. As if it hurt you.

As if the red error marks glared at you, reminding you of the disappointment you would have to face back home.

Akito walked towards you and grinned, unknowing of your situation as of current.

"Hey, [Name]. Preparing for the test?"

You look up and forced the corners of your mouth to turn upward, your eyes contradicting your smile.

"Hey Akito! What's up with you?"

Now that was odd, Akito furrowing his eyebrows with suspicion.

No cheeky remark back, the excessive kindness you were showing him... hell, your eyes looked dull! The shine of the morning sun seemed as if it was absorbed in a black hole of misery, even though the sun shone through the school windows.

Akito glanced at you and your notebook. Now that he had a better view, he noticed the sloppy handwriting and highlighted words that shouldn't have been highlighted. On the middle of the pages, he saw blurred pencil marks as tear marks stained your paper.

"Hey,  you seem a 'lil.. off today, everything alright?"

"Yep! Why'd you ask?"

Akito stayed silent, hoping for some truth to come out of your mouth, but alas, he came to no avail.

"No reason. I'ma head out now..."

"Take care!"

Akito nodded his head in acknowledgement and walked away from you, who began to immediately scribble down notes again. Akito took one glance at you, the side of you he had never seen, before turning and going down the stairs. He gave himself a mental note to check up on you by the end of the school day before finally heading to his next class.

But when the final bell did ring and the teacher sighed in relief, Akito walked to what he assumed to be your final class... to not seeing you in the class. He checked the classroom where he saw you last, he checked the courtyard and the commons, he checked the rooftop... but no sight of you anywhere.

He groaned in frustration, and walked down the rooftop stairs. Checking the corridors one last time, he finally decided to give up and walk back down.

I'll just see them tomorrow, they'll probably be somewhat normal by then.

Walking down the stairs in disappointment, he decided to take a shortcut Rui mentioned in passing to exit out from the side of the school. If he just made a left here, and walk down these stairs...

He wouldn't find the exit, but he would've found a pretty familiar backpack. Next to the backpack was a familiar person, in fact, someone he had been meaning to see.

But walking down the stairs, even as his steps echoed through the staircase, you didn't move at all, refusing to look at who was coming down.

He sat on the stairs next to you, and let out a small "hey", hoping for a moment you were alright. He was utterly wrong.

When you raised your head from your hands, Akito's eyes widen at the tear stains down your face. Your hands were shaking, your eyes looked like you've been crying for hours, and with every feature of your shrouded by misery, you could only respond with a "hey."

"[Name]. What happened?"

You try to laugh it off, but it came out weak and desperate for help.

"I'm fine Akito, there's no reason to get so worried."

"You're in the middle of the stairs, looking like you've been crying for hours, your notes from earlier had tear stains when I saw you, and you're telling me there's no need to worry?"

He gently grabbed your shaking hands before you could wipe off your tears and held them in his own. With your hands in his, you were forced to acknowledge his olive green eyes and his stern expression watching you.

"I'm not leaving you here to feel like crap by yourself. We're rivals, but I'm not an asshole either."

"Akito.... it's the end of the day, don't you have to get home anyways...?"

"Don't want to. Rather go to sleep with no worries."

"At least you can let go of my hands."

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong. It's bad to bury your feelings, y'know."

You felt warmth in your chest, whether it was his hands holding yours, the close proximity between you both, or the much needed reassurance you got. You tried pulling your hands away slowly, but he only tightened his grip on yours, rubbing his thumb on your skin.

"Akito... I'm gonna bother you."

"If you're worried about bothering me, good. Bother me as much as you like. You can repay me with a trip to the coffee shop I like, if you really feel bad."

A silence, as Akito watched your face in concentration.

"Could I take you to the cafe right now? It could distract me, and I wanna repay you back now."

"Sure, I'm a little hungry anyways. You might want to wash your face, then we'll head out."

You slung your backpack over with one arm and stood up after Akito. He walked down the stairs, but there was one problem.

"Are you gonna let go of my hand?"

"Nope. Can't have you running off."

You grumbled under your breath a string of curses, saying how "unnecessary he was".

Although you were far from ok, Akito grinned at your remarks, relishing in your usual mood coming back.

You guys walked out of the staircase doors and you got to finally wash your face and fix your appearance, before leaving the school.

The walk to the cafe contained the usual bickering, but you noticed how softer he was with his words. You silently appreciated his comfort, before finally heading in the building.

The bell rings in announcement to your arrival, and the cashier up from greets you with a smile.

"Welcome in!"

You give a small smile to the cashier and Akito does as well. You both look at the menu, discussing the new flavors added, before Akito puts his order in, looking at you. You point to what you want, and Akito adds your order.

The clicks of the cashier added to the coffee roasting and the warm pancakes, while the gentle laughter you heard from the couple next to the door brought you to look around. The lights were dimmed, and plants grew on almost every wall in the cafe. It was slow, not many people were here, yet the scene you were in felt... nice. And with Akito next to you, you almost could..be ok. You realized you would be ok. One coffee date at a time.

Wait. Coffee date?

Your face grew hot at your own thoughts, and you turn away from Akito to pretend looking at anywhere else but him.

Jeez, [Name], get yourself together.

You took a deep breath, and looked back at the counter where the cashier quickly wrote something down.

"Sorry for the delay you two! Your total is 3970 yen."

Akito began to open his backpack, but you were faster, sliding the money towards the cashier. She began to laugh at Akito's surprise, and started to exchange cash for change.

Akito looked back at you and gave a look, his eyes screaming "you-should've-let-me-pay".

The cashier gave you your change and began to work on the order, while you both headed to a seat next to a window. Setting your backpacks down, Akito finally spoke up.

"I was already getting money out, you should've let me paid."

"Well," you grinned, "I had my money out first, slow poke."

"I...slow poke?! When was the last time you did anything in PE??"

"Oi, shut it!"

The rest of your time spent together was well spent bickering and laughing to each other's jokes. Your both grabbed your respective orders, and with the food just melting in your mouth and Akito's company, time passed by like a breeze.

You both snickered at a memory that occured one of your shared classes with him, your laugh getting louder with every second. You clamped your mouth with your hands, but your laughter still seeped through your fingers.

Laughter finally quieting down and the remaining food packed away, you both settled into a comfortable silence. The ambience of people chatting and spoons clicking soon embaced both of you like a blanket, almost comforting.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

Ah. You knew this moment could only last for so long, yet... you still clinged onto this experience, knowing it was going to escape your grasp and turn into a memory.

Your mind felt as if your body wasn't at the coffee shop, and this was somehow a dream. No matter how much you distract yourself from it, you were always going to be home. home. home? was it even a home? would mother look at you and welcome you h ome? or would her dissatisfaction ooze through the "welcome h om e"  rug in the front? when did your home turn into a house, when did you started calling mom mother? when did-

"[Name]?"

"Ah! Sorry Akito, um.. could we stay for a few more minutes?"

He nods in agreement and the silence wrapped you both once again.

"I don't know what you've been dealing with, but... I get not wanting to go home."

"...Really?"

"Yea, plenty of times." He leaned his head on the back of the seat. "My dad, sometimes his words were a bit too much to handle. Sometimes, during days that were hard, his words were too little to matter."

He continued with a serious, more quieter tone. "Truthfully, I just had to keep moving. If i waited for his words of encouragement, I would've waited for too long to pursue my passions. I don't know about you, but time moves too fast to sit and wait for people to agree with you."

You gently nodded your head in understanding, yet...

"How would I explain that to my mom?"

"Hm?"

"Like... she's never happy. Always on me about something. And when I do reach her expectations, she discards everything I do and always needs to say how there's someone better. Someone worth enough for her satisfaction."

Akito sighed in a shared understanding of your situation. Yet, his first words in response contain of, "What are you trying to achieve?"

Your furrow your eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Is your hours of studying and notebooks full of material just for pleasing your mom?"

"I..."

What were you doing this for? Your mom, your future? What were you spending all this time for?

"I'm not trying to give you an identity crisis, or make you decide your future right now. But just... think about that. People are going to be better. That's just something in life. Hell, you could be the worst at something even with all your hard work. You could be the worst at singing. You could be so far away from reaching your goals. Even with hard work, people with talent will still be better than you."

Realizing what he was getting at, you sadly mumbled, "Akito..."

"But if you're gonna be the worst at something, if you're gonna let your mom's words get to you... all that hours of work is gone if you just sit there and let it go to waste."

Akito looked over to you, watching your eyes focus on the table as if something clicked in your head. He softly smiled.

"I've seen your hours of studying. Yea, I'm better at sports, but no way I can compare to your notes. I might have to start commissioning you to do my work for me."

You laughed at his compliment towards you. "Oh, give up on our rivalry?"

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You looked at the table to hide the tears building in your eyes, but Akito inevitably saw and snickered. "Getting emotional over the truth?"

"Shut it, Akito! That was... actually really good advice. You should be like, an motivational speaker."

"Nope, I think I would insult half of the audience."

"Actually, nevermind. You would yell at the audience."

Laughter rang through one last time, before you both were left smiling.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

"...Yea. I am."

Making sure you got everything, you both headed to the doors and immediately felt the spring breeze blow through each other's hair.

"I... thank you Akito. For everything today."

Akito stuffed his hands in his pockets and grinned. "Thank you for the food."

You reached your hand out as if to greet him.

Akito grinned and took out one of his hands from his pockets, and shook your hand. "I'll see you around, [Name]."

You waved and finally headed to your respective directions. The memories now ran though your head, but one in particular stuck out.

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You smiled.

You wouldn't ever stop trying. Thank you, Akito.

-

When you head back to school the next day, it was all normal. You greeted your friends, and were headed to your first class.

When walking through the halls, you and Akito made eye contact. He bowed his head in respect, and you followed. Smiling you waved at each other before being swept away by the bustling crowds.

The breeze blew through the corridors of the school, wild and free. Whistling a tune, the wind breezed through your hair before escaping through the window to torment another student, and to wish Kamiyama Highschool another day of spring.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[gaydivorcetual]

theres two scrapped scenes/arcs that, while abandoned, show his change in character incredibly well. Originally Pastex was gonna start with a scene of a young girl accidentally dying from a bomb she made. She was going to be very interested in explosives for theur practical (non-warfare) usage, to the point of translating ancient texts (what would be modern-day for us) to understand more about how they worked and how to build them. But one of her experiments went wrong and she died. I actually have one or two pages from this scene sketched out.

Anyway, Day was meant to see this happen and sneak in to harvest her in-tact organs. Since she was young they'd fetch a higher price and all. Yoki, in turn, would see Day harvesting them as thus the chase scene(tm) would begin. I wasnt a fan of how they played out so I ended up scrapping it, but it's a pretty fair display of Day as a person. His first instinct after seeing the corpse of a child is to harvest her organs and leave her gutted in the snow. It was just for money. He didn't care enough to do anything else. Bury her, find the settlement she came from, nothing.

Much much much later in the story is a scrapped arc. It didnt fit well which is why it's not part of the story anymore, but i'm a bit sad I don't get to show of Day's medical skills with it.

Anyway, it also has to deal with someone getting hurt. A bit younger than Day, probably still a teen. They're a koro worker, a guard for the Basilisk. They end up getting shot or hit with debris or something during an attack, and Day stops. He doesn't keep running. He doesn't ignore them. He sees someone fallen to the ground in pain, blood gushing out of their wound, and he takes notice. He wants to help.

Day is a very small man. He's incredibly malnourished, barely strong enough to hold himself up sometimes. He's weak, having trained only to outrun a civic guard. But he uses the little strength he has and drags the person out with him. Their pulse is weakening by the second, but he tells them to put both their hands on the wound and keep it compressed. He tells them to keep their breath steady. To stay awake. He tells them that he'll save them, he'll heal them. That it'll be okay. That he can help the second they get to safety. Just hold on a little longer.

By the time Day gets them out, they're in awful shape. The beginnings of frostbite show at their face and hands, the wound's been agitated and ripped by the movement, dirt and dust settled inside it. They were on the brink of death.

Day spent hours saving them. Even after the wound was cleaned and stitched up, he sat at their bedside waiting for them to wake up. He monitered them for over a week, never taking his eyes off of them. Day didn't know this person. He had just seem them from the corner of his eye and decided to help. he couldny bring himself to let someone die in front of him

AUGH. i hate his dude

Thinking about Day again. man

[artoolante]

what social medias the finweans use

Fëanor is on Twitter and he's the type of person who rants A LOT

Fingolfin is one of those people who writes inspirational career messages on LinkedIn. He tried to follow Fëanor on Twitter and got blocked.

Finarfin is on Twitter, but he minds his own business and tells Fingolfin what Fëanor says about them

Findis is on Pinterest, idk, we know basically nothing about her but maybe she'd like Pinterest

Lalwen seems like the "cool aunt" type, and she's on Snapchat

Maedhros has all platforms to lurk on to moniter his brothers' behavior

Maglor is also on all platforms but he mainly likes YouTube so he can post his music videos and covers. He keeps the others for branding.

Celegorm is on TikTok, trying to make it big. He carefully ignores how his dog pulls in the most views

Caranthir is on Reddit. He's also on LLC Twitter.

Curufin is a passionate Redditer, gets into a lot of *discourse*. He also has Twitter to hype of Fëanor in his arguments.

The twins are on TikTok and more successful than Celegorm at it. They do trends and dances. They helped one of Maglor's songs trend on TikTok although he refuses to peruse the app beyond the most basic promotional posts (he is grateful though).

Fingon is on Instagram and his page is very aesthetic.

Turgon is on Facebook. Idk, he just seems like a Facebook dude.

Aredhel is also on Instagram. Her page is very fun, especially after she blocked her annoying ex.

Argon is on TikTok, I think.

FInrod is a YouTube influencer, and he vlogs everything. He also does tutorials for everything from makeup to home design and shows off his closet, stuff like that. He also posts thirst traps on Instagram and stuff

Aegnor is on Instagram and he posts very cryptic photos hanging out with a "friend". They're with Andreth but his family doesn't need to know.

Angrod is on Facebook, and he posts photos of his family on vacation and stuff, writes about his kids.

Galadriel is on Pinterest and she posts lots of forest photos, nice scenic stuff. She goes on Instagram a bit but posts rarely, mostly with Celeborn.

[owo--bot]

Tips for Writing with ADHD

I don't typically do things like this but here we are, these are just some things I've picked up along the way that may or may not help

Split up your chapter or document

The most I'm able to handle is about 1-2k wc per page before I start getting overwhelmed/unable to process half of what I'm reading & writing so this one's the most helpful IMO. I separate subjects into individual documents so I can somewhat stay on track and that way I'm not trying to filter through the beginning/middle/end all at once.

Words & sentence structures

If you can't remember a specific word/structure the sentence the way you're intending; first of all moniter your time but if you can't get it right just underline and move on with your doc. You can always come back later vs getting sucked into a time void without progress.

Where to start

If writing from beginning to end isn't working, start at the most interesting point of your doc and work from there. My chapters end up like connect the dots but it keeps me engaged overall.

References

(This one may do more harm than good for some people so bare that in mind.)

If your thoughts start to wander too much/your having issues getting words down/your under stimulated, pick up a book for a few minutes. This generally helps me get back on track with focus & refreshes my memory on sentence structures/formatting/ect. If your having problems paying attention to that as well then it's best to take a break for a bit.

Timers

This one's important, especially when editing. Set timers, more so if you feel like you're getting stuck. It's easy to lose track of actual hours so i set them for around every 15-20 minutes while editing so if I'm not making progress with one area I know to move on and save it for later.

Get it down immediately

Google docs, notes app, even texting it to yourself just get the idea out before it's gone, even if it's just a few words.

Text to speech

If you can't follow along with your own writing/ reading it aloud isn't helping or if you're just looking for errors, copy and paste you doc into a text to speech site.

BGM

Background music can be helpful especially if it's noisy where you're writing. I aim for music without words so it doesn't end up overly engaging so, classical, music boxes, instrumentals and the like.

Minimize distractions

Set aside a specific time period you plan to write and turn off all notifications on your phone / minimize all possible distractions.

Okie-dokie lastly make sure you're taking breaks if you feel like you're getting too overwhelmed, it'll do more harm than anything if you don't. I hope some part of this was helpful & good luck! ♡

[vorrentis]

Any teaser for part 3 of Momo's Forbidden Love?

Well there's certain points where I think it's major spoilers to what I wrote, but I think this section is good enough.

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"Just one moment okay?" The receptionist asked as you nodded while she pressed a button on the intercom, "sorry to disturb you Ms. (LN), Mr. (LN) is here to see you. Your son...okay," she pressed a button on the intercom, "she'll be available in a minute."

You bowed at her.

"Thanks Ichika." She bowed back as you moved away from her and sat on the couch in front of her desk. You eyed the black folder you were holding as you took a breath to relax yourself, although how your mom would take this wasn't one you were looking forward to.

However the image of Momo by the lake; her pouring her feelings out to you staying was your encouragment to do this.

You didn't want her to keep those feelings bottled up, not any-

RINGTONE RINGTONE

Your phone alerted you and you pulled it out to see-

'Perfect timing.'

You answered the phone and pulled it to your ear.

"Onee-san? You okay?"

"Did it happen?" Momo asked on the other end.

"No, you called at a perfect time, I'm waiting outside her doors, she's busy at the moment."

"Always is..." Momo uttered as you mentally sighed, "I wanted to wish you the best in what happens (YN)?" She asked.

"Arigato Momo, I could use some supporting words from you." You stated as Momo smiled on the other side.

"Well I have your back no matter what (YN)-kun...that and everthing else of you~" Momo teased as you chuckled, figuring that Momo would say something like that, "but you'll be fine (YN)-kun, you thought of it after all...and I can't thank you enough for doing so." Momo ushered as you smiled.

"Don't thank me yet Momo, it's still mom's final word."

"You'll be fine, we'll be fine. You're the best (YN)-kun, you really are."

And that's why you loved Momo with everything you had. No matter what word, she always sprung you back up...in more ways than one~

(AN: No, no smut, couldn't resist the joke)

"Arigato Onee-san, back-"

"Ms. (LN)?" You stopped talking as Ichika said your mom's name, "I'll tell him," Ichika then pointed at the door as you nodded and stood up.

"Onee-san, I'm going in."

"Okay, good luck (YN)-kun, I love you."

"Love you too." You mirrored and hung the phone and put it away as you walked to the doors of your mom's office and opened the door to spot your mom behind her lavrious desk, typing away...

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

...you could hear as you stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

"Ms. (LN)." You addressed to your mother as she turned her sight to you for a moment before looking at her moniter again.

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

"Mr. (LN), leave your reports here." She asked as you walked towards her.

"We need to talk." You asked of her.

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

"I'm busy at the mom-"

"Now," Your mom stopped typing as you rose your voice just slight.

She parted her eyes and fingers from the screen and keyboard and turned herself forward as you walked to her.

"This had better be important." She gripped her hands together on top of the desk like a teacher. She was always like this, even at home, she didn't let her guard down, not even for you or Momo.

"..." She kept her stare as you took a breath.

"Is there any plans to work in Seoul?" You asked straight forward.

"Why?" She asked straight back.

"Well I've been researching locations and found suitable prices that we can upstart around communities that can really use our products." You presented her your black folder as your mom took and flipped the cover to the first page...she looked up at you.

"In Seoul?" She asked as you nodded. "Why?"

"Because, before I left Momo, we had a conversation and she asked me to stay with her. So I thought if we could-"

"Oh please." You muted as your mom whined, closed the folder and returned to her typing, "I said it had to be important."

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

You fingertips dug into your palms, but you lessened them in a second after, not wanting to let this go too far.

"She is the upmost important." You countered as your mom...

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

"Mom I really-"

"What did I say about calling me informally?!" She shouted as you weren't fazed, "get out of my office and never bring this up again." She gripped the folder and slide it across the desk to you as you pressed a hand over it. "Can't belive you wasted your time doing something so idiotic."

"Idiotic? This could benefit both of us." You tapped the folder.

CLICK TAP CLICK TAP

"I told you to leave my office, Mr (LN). Don't make me tell you again."

She didn't make her eyes go off her moniter as you stared for a few seconds before setting your eyes on your folder, staring at the cover for a second before grabbing it with both hands on the sides and...

SLAM

Your mom's attention, in a snap, focused on the folder slammed in front of her and turned to you.

"Not yet."

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I'll leave it off there for now, but here's one for a smut in there.

“I’m bored of lying around and what you need~ Is a break (YN)-kun~” You turned to her as Momo was smirking.

"Momo you can't be serious, I got the flight tomorrow morning..."

"I am~ After all..." Momo then dropped her towel as she raised her arms up...

Showcasing her nude perfect body to your eyes, roaming lower to certain parts.

"I know you can't say no~"

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Yup, hope that's good enough.

[clyde-wy]

[Page 1]

Nostradamus: Then let's watch the fight

He got thrown off the room

Nostradamus: Muu... Watch these fights alone by myself isn't fun at all

Nos: Ah.

Nos open the door of Jack's room

Nos: Brun isn't the only Valkyrie right!(So he want to find another Valkyrie to play with him)

Jack: Please have this Lapsang Souchong, It's a very rich chinese tea, It would fit with this match perfectly(Because they're watching Chinese emperor's fight)

Nos(Thinking): That's sounds good! Give me a cup please!

[Page 2]

Hlokk: This wasn't poisoned isn't it?

Jack: Of course not, How could I decieved you who have the nose as good as Windsor Marco(I'm not sure about the name though)

Note: Windsor Marco is the pomeranian dog of Queen Elizabeth

Hlokk: Who did you called Pomeranian!!

Jack: Actually somehow I want to tried decieving that nose~

Hlokk: Gah! This dangerous man! I have to keep monitering you so that you won't go wrecking havoc anywhere else!

Nos shut the door

Nos: Let's go somewhere more serene than this...

He arrived at Okita's room

[Page 3]

Everyone keep watching the match while standing

Nos: Why are y'all standing?

Nos flee from the room

Nos: Are those japanese tradition or something...?

He goes to Thor's, Shiva's and Buddha's rooms

[PAGE 4]

Nos: Fuu--

Nos: Um, What a bunch of Weirdos

[rorynne]

Does anyone really just sit back and yhink about what an interesting space that dsmp fanfic writers are in?

Like, the dsmp copy right is really just its own enigma of a mess questioning who own what, but at the SAME TIME none of the creators care and are so intensely supportive of derivative works from it that they literally run contests for fan fic at times.

Like, legitimately, our fic canons are basically just a valid as the series canon is, we have, in a strange way, taken a sort of ownership of the story because the creators allow us to have that. They actively support monitizing our art work and merch, which i have no doubt in my mind extends to fanfic. They only ask that we dont write/make certain things that may vary from creator to creator.

Like, its so fascinating just seeing art being created for something that is largely treated as though it is copyrightless and like its a folk story of sorts. Like this is essentially the beginning of an internet based folk lore where YEARS AND YEARS down the line theres going to be so many different interpretations of it similar to how theres literally dozens of versions of things like the persephone and hades mythos. All changing the story in small ways or great ways.

And honestly i just... find it really interesting. Its a mythos in the making and we're lucky to not only see it start, but to also see how things like stringent copyright laws actually stifle creativity, and how the dsmp being so supportive of its artists of all kinds has actively fostered a highly creative fandom that continues to pull fans into the core series based on fanworks alone.

And for other fandoms, the ones that cling to copy right like marvel or disney, (or one specific vampire book author that had fanfic writers cheering when she died), you have fanfic writers literally afraid to even put dono links on their pages out of fear of being sued. Because fanfic is just treated that much more strictly for fanworks. Because god forbid someone write their characters better than they do.