#I'm cried in vc when you made this
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a surprise - part two
bf!jihoon x f!reader
[minors dni]
smut warning:usage of words like slut, filthy etc. orgasm control, let me know if theres more.
vc:703
you took a deep sigh as you closed the folder in your hands and checked for the time. your dinner order should be here by any time now. you went to kitchen to have some water and when you came back to lay on your shared bed with jihoon, a notification popped on on your screen from him.
▶️AUDIO—6:24
he must be so bored, you thought, as you clicked on the notfication. how innocent.
hi baby^^ listening to it now<33
:)
he only sent a creepy smile and left you alone with the voice record.
first seconds of the audio were only his breathing, you didn't understand a single thing, just continued listening while your eyes kept a stare on the white ceiling.
"y/n.. a-ahh,"
your tracks stopped after hearing his voice. did he really moan your name? your face and entire body started to warm up, you felt like your heart might melt anytime.
"f–fuck oh, feels so good."
you started to breathe heavily.
"i miss you–ah," his every word ended with a whine or moan, it turned you on more. hearing your name on his lips has a dirty impact on you.
now you can hear his breathe getting faster and his groans deeper by every second. you started to squirm in your place, pressing your thighs together to get some kind of friction, didn’t help much though.
jihoon
one message. and he got you. thinking of how wet you would be right now made his cock twitch in his pants. (yes, again, he was desperate.)
"i s–swear, mhh–if i don't get there asap, my cock is g–gonna fall ah–off"
his words made you chuckle. your right hand reached for your clothed wetness, cupping it. you let out a whimper. jihoon didn’t respond to your message yet, he wants you desperate too.
“y/n, i know you're dripping right now. my filthy slut.”
you kept listening to him as he reached his climax. audio ended, you called jihoon in light speed to ask about the heck he done.
he accepted the call with a smirk on,
“what's up baby?” he's having fun and it's obvious.
“jihoonie... i miss you,” you said in a crying tone, he will help, right?
“mhm, i miss you too. i wish you were here, pretty.”
“i love it when you tease me.”
sudden confess made his heart drop.
“oh? is that so?” his eyes turning dark, he knows what you're trying to do.
“you can wait for me, yeah? beautiful?”
“please...”
“it won't take long i promise, baby.”
you fake cried to him, not trying to be a brat but you needed him, now. your pleas continued and jihoon just listened to you. still smiling to himself.
“y/n, i said no. right? you heard me? no touching to yourself. be a good girl for me, yeah?”
“okay hoonie...” almost whispered to yourself. you lost your voice.
“mhm? couldn't hear you, baby.”
“i'll be your good girl i promise, jihoonie”
he grinned when he heard you, you are all pouty and he knows it.
“good girl, as you should. now i'm gonna go, i need to sleep, okay? i'll call you when i'm done with work tomorrow. good night baby. i love you.”
“love you too jihoonie good night.”
you let out a puff and sulked. “really jihoon...”
as you were making your way to bathroom, to get cleaned up, another notification popped on your screen from him.
baby boy^_^;
would you like to send me a picture of yourself too before we sleep?
i wanna see you without a top on, baby.
you cursed in your breath and removed your shirt, your tits bouncing when they freed.
you took a photo showing off your boobs, lips in a pout, you tried to act angry but failed, he'll find you more cute.
that's my girl, thank you. you look so good baby i missed those tits so much.
if i was there i'd just make you cum only playing with your buds
i bet you're so fucking wet for me right now
filthy girl.
tf jihoon you look so good TT
i miss you i miss you i miss youu
shut up or i'll come untouched😭
bet lol
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
a/n: help i don't like this at all lmaoo TT
not proof read. © w--zii. do not repost.
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For anyone who has noticed me being very sparse this week, I have one of those demon colds which has laid me out for a week. As such, I don't have a lot for VC's smutty sunday but my upcoming entry to VC Kink week is in it's first draft so I'm happy to share just a small snippet from it.
Nicolas turned back to the audience where Armand sat alone, watching them silently.
“This obsession of yours. I know he’s a peculiarity, a damning dichotomy of a demon that weeps for humanity and rips them open, who cries for witches in one breath and proclaims himself as an exceptionally modern evil in the next, a lordly wolf sewn into the skin of a beautiful, rebellious creature of light so sloppily that you can see it exuded from every part and yet, he is only a man.” Nicolas blinked suddenly several times, before he shook off whatever had stopped him. “He snores, you know.”
The sudden statement, delivered without the running together words of the previous rant, startled Lestat so much that he laughed. For one moment, one brief moment, he thought he might see the boy he’d loved underneath the frenzied fledgling he’d become. “I don’t know if I still do, Nick.”
“The problem is,” Nicki still wasn’t looking at him but rather Armand. “The ever present problem is that he’s a handful. Not just physically though he does have an exceptional cock for someone practically born to be on their back with their legs spread. But that problem, the problem that you’ll never know what you have – the sweet, doomed boy who wailed at the piercing darkness if he so much as glimpsed it, the studious little devotee of a god he doesn’t believe in, the wolfkiller and terror of a lordling, the parisian prostituting himself before a stage of people so they can fuck in back alleys imagining his pretty hair, that voice, the way he speaks and forget their lives or the monster who does not understand how to be a monster at all. Do you really want all that? What is it you truly want, little dark angel?”
Armand was staring at them both, the question left unanswered. Or was it? Was he speaking to Nicolas in the only place Lestat couldn’t hear it?
There was no warning when suddenly Nicolas’ mouth was on his own and gods, but he tasted like blood and nothing else. Nothing familiar, nothing of him left to dig for against his feverish lips and then – suddenly more blood, too much blood for an after taste. It was his own! Nicki had bitten down hard enough that it had sent lightening through him, reawakening desire in his gut that he was sure was gone with the grief over the loss of familiarity but this – this – this was something that made his world dance for a brief few moments before Nicki shoved him off away.
It was only then that he noticed Armand had walked up to the stage, his eyes tracking both of their movements with the dangerous fixation of a predator. If you wanted to truly think of a dichotomy, the feral being beyond those pretty curls was where he would start.
Before Lestat could even get his bearings, Nicki had sat down on the stage floor and pulled Armand into a violent kiss. There was blood spilling down Armand’s lips and onto his chin, but Lestat realised it was neither Nicki’s nor Armand’s blood but his own from Nicolas’ mouth.
As soon as Nicki pulled his stained lips away, Armand used Nicki’s fingers to wipe the remaining blood from his own face into his mouth. It was gratuitous and beautiful, the way his eyes fluttered a few times. There was the softest noise, obscene and desirous and Lestat froze in place to watch the pleasure unfold. Lestat had known those fingers on every part of him, inside his mouth, inside his most private places and wringing him out and that was what it sounded like, that was the only thing comparable to the expression worn on the face of the beautiful boy before them.
My blood did that.
Then Armand surged forwards so fast that Lestat barely saw him move, licking the last of the blood from Nicki’s lips like he couldn’t care to lose even the slightest drop.
There was something happening here, something that was making a heat curl under Lestat’s skin that he had thought was lost to creatures such as them.
“So be it,” Nicolas said suddenly, jumping back on the stage with an agility that he hadn’t had in life. “Ladies and Gentleman, our production this fine evening has a very special guest, a beauty making his debauched debut on this auspicious evening. Let me present to you on this very stage – The Vampire Armand!”
#lestat/nicki/armand#vcsmuttysunday#not beta read because this week has been terrible#i think shotgunning counts as smut? i hope so
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thank you so so so much for drawing mermaid armand with a little bit of chub. like i genuinely cried when i saw that it made me so happy.
ahhh :')) i'm so glad to hear that <3 drawing vc characters been such a great opportunity to try different body types and i'm so happy that people seem to be into it too! im gonna cry ahhhh have a lovely day
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Okay, you sensitive little princess. Let me lay this down for you.
You are the most complicated person ever, Terri. Oh I’m sorry!! I don’t fit your friend category, I can’t call you that!! Up yours. You identify with every gender ever and I don’t even know if that’s fucking possible and it makes no sense.
You claim to have DID, but got mad when an alter of mine said anything?? But when your “alters” were mean, it was okay!!
If anyone says one thing wrong, your little clan attacks. “Beloveds” is like an actual guard and it’s embarrassing. Imagine defending someone as horrible as you with their ENTIRE chest. You, Terri, are put on throne. You are not all that.
“Oh!! But they’re struggling mentally!! So it’s okay!!” Let’s not forget about the time they were the reason I almost offed myself because of how horrible you, your alters, and friends treated me. “They’re a people pleaser and wants everyone to be okay!!” Complete lies. You are FAR from a people pleaser. You are not selfless, you are SELFISH.
You’re literally a piece of shit who gets anything they want by playing victim. The amount of times you have vented to me when I never wanted you to/without warning. Stop being a bitch and own up.
Get wrecked Stan lol
A. I identify as non-binary. Not "every gender ever". I'm simply non-binary.
B. I have NEVER said I had DID. I said I have a PERSONALITY DISORDER. And your alter called my friend a proshipper for shipping a harmless ship just because your "alter" got mad. That's just dumb.
My plurals were only "mean" because you legitimately were putting so much stress on me that my health was at risk.
C. I don't control Beloveds. You expect me to keep them on a fucking leash or something?? They're not a dog, they have their own free will. I'm not gonna tell them what to do.
I never said I wasn't at fault to some extent. I was, I'll admit that.
You made me do this, honey. You're the reason for this.
I banned you from my server and all this only happened because you can't understand the term no. I tried to come to an understanding but you wouldn't even consider what anyone but yourself wanted.
I cried on a VC from the sheer stress of trying to make everyone have what they wanted.
BTW I vented ONCE. Full censored all of it too. Stop lying and playing the victim, you fucking hypocrite.
You also called my plurals pets and followers, so fuck off.
All you’re doing is harassing me, and if you’re trying to bully me off the internet, it won’t work.
#Usually I'd fucking delete these asks and move on#But I know who this is and I'm fucking over this shit#I'm trying to move on#And you're just proving my point as to why this fandom is terrible#You are part of the reason I hate South Park and it's community#You complain that I wouldn't leave you alone#Which I did btw#You just kept bringing yourself into my DMs#It's been so long since all of this happened#And LOOK WHO THE BITCH WAS#Did I crawl into your DMs? No.#Did I leave you alone? Yes.#I don't need to be arguing with a thirteen year old.#I'm sorry you feel like this. But go fuck yourself.#I'm trying to leave this all behind me.#And you won't fucking let me.#Leave.#Me.#Alone.#I'm really sorry that you're so blind that you think I'm the only person who did this#But like legit#Get out of my asks#Get a life#I'm moving on#You should too.
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Life is an Ocean
I was bored and Karl is underrated so here we go. based off a song. My first work, I'm doing my best. This is my current hyper-fixation so just deal with it. I'm sure the story is all over the place but it's just for fun :)
Song Inspiration: CVS by Winnetka Bowling League
CW: car crash, cursing, anxiety, panic attack (let me know if I missed something)
Main Masterlist
(6.8k words)
It has been raining for a whole week, borderline storming. Valerie and her brother were cooped up in the house and getting bored of it.
"Dude, I'm fucking bored. I wanna go somewhere," she said her thoughts aloud. Her brother gave her a look that said she was an idiot.
"Where would we go? It's dark as hell outside and pouring rain," he replied.
And so Valerie convinced him to get ice cream in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain. It would just be something fun to do.
It started out fun. They got to a nearby ice cream place. After they finished eating they danced in the rain and laughed at how silly this all was. It was cold, but they didn't care because they were having the time of their lives together.
Valerie was driving them back home, when the rain got heavier. Taking a sharper turn than she meant to, the car started to hydroplane. As the car ran right into the side of the road, she tried her best to hit the brakes but the car wouldn't stop going. She doesn't quite remember anything that happened next. She just remembers hearing the sirens and calling out for her brother. She also remembers the first thing that happened, when she woke up in the hospital.
Valerie's parents were there when she woke up, asleep in what looked like uncomfortable positions in the hospital chairs. She looked over towards them to ask what happened. She sat up leaning on her wrists, forcing her to cry out in pain and fall back into a lying position. The sudden noise awoke her parents. They had very mournful looks on their faces when they finally looked at her.
"Valerie, you're okay," her father sighed in relief. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He hugged her tightly, cautious of her injuries
"What happened? Why do my wrists hurt like hell? Where's Trev?" She asked without taking a breath.
"Honey, you were in a car crash with your brother. The nerves in your wrist and hands were severely damaged during the crash. The doctors said that it will take a lot of practice and time for your hands to go back to normal," her mother sobbed out.
Valerie felt like her mother was purposely avoiding the topic of her brother.
“Where’s Trev? Is he alright?” she softly cried. She had a feeling she already knew the answer.
“He didn’t make it honey,” her father cried. The family sat together and mourned their loss together.
- A couple of years later -
Valerie's POV
I turned on my computer and logged onto Minecraft. The familiar and comforting logo lighting up my screen. The feral boys wanted to do a simple speed-run with me, but I know them well. They most likely modded it with weird shit and wanted to see my reaction to it. That is usually how a feral boys + GamerMouse video goes. Them being . . . themselves and me, just dealing with it. I swear I'm their mother or something.
My hand slightly shook as I logged into discord. It's been a while since that terrible day and my hands still don't feel like they're doing any better than before. I wasn't in the best mood today because earlier, I dropped a glass cup and it shattered, making a mess in my kitchen. The glass wasn't really worth much but I just get so frustrated with myself when I’m not doing as well as I want. Hopefully, the feral boys can bring my mood up.
It looked like Karl, Sapnap, and George were already in the vc so I quickly joined them. I made sure to lower my headphones' volume expecting to hear screaming.
"Sup losers," I said in the peppiest voice I could.
"AAH! O-M-G, IS THAT A GAMER GIRL" Someone screamed. Judging by the accent, it had to be George.
"Nice to see you too, Gogy. Where's Dream and Quackity, when are we streaming?" I asked.
"Both of them said that they'll join in a little bit. We can wait in the server," Sapnap replied to me. "We were just teasing Karl about this girl that he likes."
"Whatever Sap, at least I don't have to third wheel green and blue over there," Karl nervously laughed out.
"Awww, don't make fun of DNF. They have some pretty good fan-fiction. I definitely ship it," I said. Just then, Dream happened to join the call so of course, I started singing for them, "Sometimes, all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June. Heatwaves been faking me out, can't make you happier now."
Everyone started cracking up at my terrible singing, instantly bringing a smile to my face.
"How in character of you Mouse? You know, you should stream reading fanfiction made for you. I'm sure there are lots of interesting pairings," he laughed out. I rolled my eyes knowing he was commenting on an old stream I did about a year ago. It was very weird to see people shipping me with pretty much every guy in the SMP. It was intriguing, to say the least.
"Whatever Dream. I would have you know that my fans are exceptional authors," I exclaimed.
Slamming on my desk excitedly I asked, "Now, who's going to stream cuz I'm ready for whatever you guys have planned for me"
- Skip towards the end of the stream -
"Damn it," I cursed my screen as it told me I died for what felt like the hundredth time. "I freaking fell off the stupid end tower again. It's my stupid hands, they're doing it again."
The whole stream, my hands had been acting up at the worst times making me die a lot. I've fallen in lava and fallen from high places because I couldn't hold the shift button and I've absolutely sucked at most pvp today, except one match with Karl but I know he was going easy on me. I was in a foul mood, but I tried not to show it because Quackity was streaming.
"It's okay lil GamerMouse," Karl softy replied. He knew how frustrated I get with my hands so he usually makes a point to make sure I know that it's okay and to not feel bad. "We could practice pvp a bit later if you feel up to it?"
"Maybe. I still haven't had dinner yet so it would be after I eat," I chuckled out. I had forgotten to eat before the stream and I was getting really hungry.
"Chat is freaking out. Half of them are calling you a simp and the other half are saying how sweet you are," Quackity told us in his high voice. The whole stream, Quackity's chat was commenting on Karl and me. Lots of shipping was happening.
"Oh shut up. Karl's just an amazing person who knows how to treat a lady. Do you know how to treat a lady, Quackity?" I laughed out loud. During his streams, I love picking on Quackity. It's just so much fun.
"I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman," Quackity scoffed.
"I'll believe it when I see it, 'Guys, please! I'm a gentleman I promise' " George mocked. All of us burst into laughter.
"Okay, I think I'm going to end the stream here guys," Quackity barely got out through the laughing and did his outro.
Once the stream ended we hung for a couple of minutes in the vc before everyone left until it was just me and Karl.
"Just let me know when you want to practice, okay Val. You can also tell me if something is wrong," Karl told me comfortingly. He was always just so sweet and had so much patience with me.
"I'm fine, I just dropped a glass earlier and I guess it's still bothering me. I can’t stop thinking about how I won't be able to do MCC this year," I replied solemnly. I was really hoping my hands would be getting better so I could join all my friends in MCC but it didn't look feasible this year.
"Well then, we can just practice more. I promise, we will do parkour practice every day together until you become the best Minecraft player this world has ever had," Karl said enthusiastically. He seemed very excited to help me out.
"It's okay Karl. I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight or work on that 1000 piece puzzle I still haven't finished," I tried to joke but Karl knew me well enough to know I didn't feel better. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay talk to you later, Val," he replied.
I left the call and shut down my computer. My head is just so full of thoughts, I need to just relax and stop thinking about everything.
Lately, the more I talk and hang out with Karl, the more I feel something I can't explain for him and I don't know how I feel about that. I've been best friends with him since I joined the SMP, thanks to Sapnap, but I can’t help but wish it was more. Especially when he is so sweet to me, how could I not want him to be mine.
As I was walking into my bedroom the doorbell rang. I was very surprised when I opened the door, to see Karl standing there with a bag of Taco Bell in hand.
"I brought my favorite lady her favorite food," he smiled at me. Speak of the devil, or more like an angel. Did he just call me his favorite lady and did he really drive all the way to Taco Bell for me?
"Is that a chicken quesadilla?" I asked like a little gremlin.
"It most definitely is! It's all for you because I already ate," he replied, handing me the food. "I knew you were hungry and you only live like 20 minutes away, so I thought I would grab you some food.”
Okay, catching feelings makes sense now. Who wouldn't catch feelings for a guy who brought them food when they were hungry?
He grabbed me a plate from the kitchen and made himself comfy on my couch. He was in some khakis and a comfortable-looking beige sweater while I was in some sweats and a t-shirt that I'm pretty sure I stole from him.
"What kind of music do you feel like listening to today?" Karl asked while he was scrolling through his phone. "Corpse has a new song, we can play that and then just let Spotify roll with that.
"Sounds good to me! I heard the song earlier this week and I've had it on repeat," I replied.
I sat down on the couch and started to pig out on my food. I didn't realize how hungry I actually was.
The next couple of hours were kind of chill. We sat and listened to music while just chatting.
"Were you still going to do that stream tomorrow? What were you planning on doing?" Karl asked. By now I had my head on his shoulder and we were cuddling. Platonically, of course. We've always cuddled but now that I've developed these stupid feelings, it feels kind of weird, but It doesn't matter because I love it. "Didn't you want us to join you?"
"Yeah, I was planning on doing a chill stream. I was hoping I could get you, boys, to join me since my chat loves the feral boys. I also asked Niki to join and she said that she would love to," I replied excitedly. I haven't had the chance to stream with her in a long time. "How does a Q&A stream sound, or is that not creative enough? I wanted something lowkey."
"I think it will be fun. I'll definitely be there," Karl smiled at me. He checked the time. "Dang, it's a lot later than I thought. I'm going to head out. I will see you tomorrow in your stream, okay?"
"I'll see you then. Goodnight and drive safely Karl," I softly spoke to him as he left. Today, I realized that he is the most important person in my life and these feelings were only magnified.
"Hello everyone and welcome to today's stream. Today I was thinking of doing a Q&A and I have a bunch of my friends to make it a lot more fun." I laughed out. I was feeling really good so streaming looked very easy today. "I have the beautiful Niki Nihachu, and then a couple of random guys I picked up off the side of the road earlier."
"Well dang, didn't know you loved us that much. You hear that boys we got an upgrade from 'the dumpster' to 'the side of the road'," George sarcastically replied to me. "Come on, shout us out. You know you want to."
I rolled my eyes at him and flipped him off, "I have a brit, snapmap, a duck, a green blob, and Karl Jacobs!" I could hear all the guys talking over each other about their nicknames and giving me nicknames while Niki and I just laughed at them.
"I'm a brit too, Valerie," Niki exclaimed through her laughter.
"Yeah but you're a pretty brit," I winked at her. We were cracking up, "You're in my top 5 of British people!"
"I'll take it," she replied. I could tell that the chat was already enjoying the stream.
"Okay everyone, I'm going to open up donations and you guys can send in your questions," I told the camera. I could already see some starting to load in.
[note: the _underscore_ is the questions being read by the dono voice]
_Hello GamerMouse, I really love your content. It never fails to make me laugh. I was wondering if you were single <3_
This made me laugh, my fans were always asking if I was single but it didn't really bother me too much, "Sadly the answer to that question is, yes I am single. Have been for a little while." I could see chat filling up with people saying how I was too pretty to be single and other stuff like that.
"Yo, she's single boys, who got dibs?" Quackity exclaimed at us. "I bet Karl gets first dibs, he lives the closest to her."
The boys started to tease Karl and chat was just egging them on. I started to blush a little but I hoped no one paid enough attention. Little did I know, Karl was watching my reactions and definitely saw me blush at the accusations.
_If you had to date any smp member, who would it be? also please say hi to my sister katie, she adores you :)_
"Oooh, answer the question mousy. Whom do you pick?" Dream asked.
"Firstly, Hello Katie, I'm glad you like my content. Secondly, I am not answering that," I laughed out.
"Aww, she's blushing!" Sapnap screamed, immaturely. "She definitely likes someone."
_hi I was wondering how you came up with your name_
Thankful for the new subject I answered sweetly, "I'm glad you asked cuz not many people know. I got my name GamerMouse because all of my friends are taller than me and I was always teased for being so short. Getting called short, and sometimes even small, turned into being called a little mouse. Then I just got creative and added Gamer in front of it. Fun fact: My original name was going to be Anonamouse because I was planning on being a faceless streamer."
_height check :)_
"She is definitely 4'11" guys," Quackity teased.
"Haha, so funny Alex," I said monotonously.
“She’s 5 foot 1,” Karl replied.
The boys immediately started to tease Karl about his knowledge of you but he just waved them off.
The stream was going well for a bit until the next set of questions came.
_why did you start playing Minecraft and how did you get into the smp? are you going to be in mcc this year_
"Sad to say that I won't be competing this year. As most of you know, my hands are damaged and not very steady at all. I had been friends with Sapnap for a while, and he helped me find video games that I liked so I could practice my hand-eye coordination. I enjoyed Minecraft the most so I played that a lot and soon Sap asked Dream if I could join the SMP and then here I am. I owe it to Sapnap for how far I have come these past couple of years," I replied.
I could hear some of the boys giving fake tears and sniffles to my little speech. A good thing too, because I could feel myself tearing up a little and I needed to laugh.
_How did you damage your hands?_
My face dropped but I tried to play it off so no one saw, "I damaged my hands in a, uh, car crash with my brother a few years back."
I immediately regretted mentioning my brother because I knew chat was going to go crazy at the new information. The chat was filling up with people saying they didn't know I had a brother, and asking where he was, and if he would be a guest to one of my streams.
"Guys, I'm really sorry but my brother won't be in, uh, any of my streams or videos," I said probably a little too quickly. I could feel myself start to panic. I didn't want to say the wrong thing while I was live with thousands of people watching.
I heard my phone ding a couple of times and I would bet it's texts from Niki or Karl because they knew how sensitive I was about the topic of my brother. I started to panic, even more, when people started asking me why my brother wouldn't be joining any upcoming uploads.
I tried to tell them as calmly as I could, without crying, "My brother passed away in the crash. . . the passenger airbag malfunctioned."
As I said that, the chat seemed to slow down and I held my breath. I could feel my heart in my throat. I knew that there are a million different things that people could say about it and I didn't want to have to deal with it live.
There was an influx of messages saying they were sorry for my loss and lots of kind words. I could feel a wave of relief at all the really kind messages. Apparently, my fans were a lot more considerate than I thought they would be.
But the next donation I would get would send me in a downward spiral. I know most people aren't evil, but some really just wanna watch you burn.
_if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?_
Everyone in the VC froze. No one knew what to do or say. How does someone respond to a comment like that?
It felt like time had frozen and the world was quiet. It didn't take me long to feel like I was suffocating so I did the outro as best and quickly as possible, ended the stream, and left the vc as quickly as I could.
I heard my phone ding with text messages but I couldn't move. I was a deer in headlights in front of my monitor. The next thing I knew, I was running into my bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.
Karl's POV
"if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?" I heard the dono voice say.
There is absolutely no way that someone said that. At first, I thought that I misheard it but when I realized how silent it was, I knew that it actually happened.
Before I knew it, Val did her outro and the Stream ended. GamerMouse left the call.
"Oh, shit," Sapnap exclaimed in shock. "Did that just happen? Did Val leave? What's wrong with that person?"
"It says that Val isn't in the call anymore," I heard Niki sigh. "That was a shitty thing for that person to say, she's very sensitive about that topic. I think I'll call her to see if she's alright."
"Wait, don't worry about it Niki," I replied quickly. "I'm going to go to her house right now. If I know her well enough, she might be having a panic attack right now and she wouldn't answer her phone."
I left the call before I received an answer and ran straight to the door and grabbed my keys. I got into my car and headed straight to her house. Thankfully, she lives really close.
The whole drive I couldn't stop thinking about how livid I am that that person had the audacity to say that to her. I felt bad enough that the topic of her brother came up while she was streaming, but for someone to actually blame her for something like that. I just needed to make sure she was okay.
That's all I've been thinking about lately. That she was okay. I've always wanted her to be okay and happy but for some reason, this felt different. I wanted to protect her. Protect her from haters on the internet, or protect her from her own thoughts that she sometimes succumbs to.
I arrived at her house in no time. I didn't even bother parking in her driveway, instead, parking in front of it very crookedly. I ran to the front porch, pulled out the spare key she gave me, and let myself in.
"Valerie," I softly called out, hoping I didn't scare her. "Where are you?"
She didn't respond but I think I heard shuffling from her room so I headed there first. As I passed by her computer room, I noticed that her computer was completely shut off. I made it to her room and found her curled up on the floor next to her bed. “Val, it’s Karl. Can you hear me?”
She didn’t say anything but when she looked up at me, she relaxed at the sight of me. It hurt me to see her like this. All I wanted to do was hold her close and whisper sweet nothings to her, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her.
“Val, I need you to do something for me okay? Just look at me,” I softly voiced. She slowly looked at me while taking her shallow breaths. She nodded at me, so slight that if I wasn’t studying her, I would have missed it. “Just follow my breathing and listen to me.”
“Can you name 5 things that you see right now?” I calmly asked her. I could see her staring at my abdomen, watching me breath and trying to copy it.
“I see. . . you. . . my comforter. . . the clock. . . my laundry. . . and the door,” she stuttered out.
I could tell she was doing her best to calm herself down and it seemed to be working slowly but surely. “You’re doing amazing, can you tell me 4 things that you feel?”
“I can feel the carpet. . . my phone in my pocket. . .the wall behind me. . . the hood on my jacket.”
Every second that passed just reminded me of how strong I thought she was and how much I admire her. “What about 3 things that you can hear?”
“My ceiling fan, the ticking of the clock, and your voice.”
She was doing better already. “Now what about 2 things that you can smell?”
“I can smell the candle on my nightstand and the cologne that you always wear.”
I blushed at the fact that she knew this cologne was my favorite but now was definitely not the time to dwell on that. “Lastly, can you tell me 1 thing you taste?”
“I can taste the chocolate I ate during the stream,” she softly spoke. Her breathing was pretty even by now and she seemed to be calming down.
“Wanna move to the bed, I can pick you up?” I asked her. She couldn’t possibly be comfortable where she was sitting.
She looked up at me and nodded slightly. I carried her to her bed and laid down with her. She laid her head on my chest, falling into a comfortable silence.
“Thank you so much, Karl. Thank you for everything you do for me,” she whispered. I just pulled her in closer to me in response. It was this moment that gave me the realization that I was in love with her. I wanted her to be mine, to protect her. She was the one I wanted and I just knew that I had it bad for my little mouse.
A week or so after Dono incident -
I woke up feeling better than I have in a while. I didn’t have any kind of plans except that I might stream later and knowing Karl, it’s likely he’ll be over here at some point. Maybe he could join the stream.
I was grabbing a cup of coffee when the front door opened. The only person with a key was Karl so I wasn’t worried about it. I yelled out for him, “I just bought some more Monsters for you, a couple should be in the fridge. If not, check the cabinet.”
As soon as he came into the kitchen he gave me a big hug before going straight for the fridge. He looked really cute today. He was smiling really hard like he was excited to see me. This made me flush a deep red but I turned around, hoping he wouldn’t see, “What’s got you all giggly? It’s too early in the morning for that.”
“Nothing in particular, just happy to see you!” he exclaimed. “What do you wanna do today?”
“Would you be down to do a stream with me? I don’t really know what we will do, though,” I asked him. I adored streaming with Karl, even if it was just an excuse for me to hang out with him. He always manages to bring this full of life energy that always puts me in an amazing mood.
He took a seat at my kitchen table, looking around my place presumably for a stream idea. His smile grew as he looked at me, “What if we did a cooking stream?”
“Can we bake instead? I found this really good looking banana bread recipe that I want to try,” I exclaimed. He immediately agreed to this idea and we started to prepare my kitchen for the stream.
We had to set up a camera that would be in a good position to see us as well as the whole kitchen. As Karl went to go buy any groceries that we would need, I cleaned my kitchen because it was a mess.
I could tell that Karl was excited to do this stream. I couldn’t tell if he was just excited because cooking streams are always fun, or if he was just excited to be doing it with me. I’m hoping it’s at least the former.
“I’m back, can you come help me bring the stuff in?” Karl called out for me. I immediately went to go help and saw the entire back seat was filled with groceries.
“We’re only making banana bread, what’s the rest of this for?” I giggled.
“Well I got excited, and went a little overboard. We can have dinner together tonight, if that’s alright with you?” He seemed nervous and maybe even insecure as he asked this, but he was shyly smiling at me.
“Of course!” How could I say no to him? I could feel that I was blushing so I decided to distract myself with other preparations for the stream.
- Skip to stream -
“Hey guys, it’s Gamermouse and I have a special guest for today’s stream!” I pointed to the side of the kitchen that Karl entered through. He put on a huge smile for the camera. I could just feel the excitement coming from not only Karl and I, but the viewers as well. There were lots of comments shipping us, just excited to see us in the same room, as well as excitement for today’s stream.
Every time I went live this week, I’ve been paranoid that I was going to be receiving a lot of attention for my freak out with the incident, but it seemed that most people moved on from it, or at least were courteous to not talk a lot about it. I have seen fans defending me about it on Twitter though, which warms my heart. Karl also reminds me that if something happens, he’s there to comfort me.
“We thought it would be a lot of fun if we did some baking. I saw a recipe for some banana bread I’ve been meaning to make so I’m basically holding Karl hostage making him bake with me,” I tried to say seriously but I couldn’t contain my laughter.
“I’d do anything with you, you wouldn’t need to hold me hostage,” he whined at me. I blushed but tried not to read too into this comment. There’s no way that he means that, it’s just for the content.
Remembering that I’m live with thousands of people watching, I start getting the ingredients together.
- after the stream -
The stream went really well. Dream, George, and Sapnap ended up joining the stream later and made fun of us for burning the bread. Karl and I got into a miniature food fight that the boys just egged on. Right now it was just Karl and I, cleaning up our mess in the kitchen.
“That was a really fun stream,” Karl mentioned. I hummed. That was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, and half the time I would forget that I was even live. It just felt like Karl and I were just baking together. It was so domestic, sending butterflies through my stomach.
“It definitely was. We should do it again even if we aren’t streaming,” I shyly replied to him. He immediately agreed to do it again with me. We soon had our planned dinner together before he went home.
This whole day was amazing. Karl seemed different but in a good way. He seemed very confident and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he flirted with me more than once today. I was constantly a blushing mess.
As I was laying in bed, I logged onto Twitter as I usually do. There were so many tweets about Karl and I, most of them shipping us. There were so many people talking about how cute we looked together. This didn’t help the already growing feelings for the fluffy-headed gamer boy.
Soon enough I was scrolling through pictures and clips that people posted and I couldn’t stop the smile from growing on my face. Someone managed to clip a moment that I didn’t even know happened.
It was towards the middle of the stream when Karl and I were having our food fight. Karl and I were both giggling at the mess that we just made. I was facing Karl, attempting to get some of the flour out of my hair. He was staring at me and you could see him, not so subtly, look me up and down and smile. This was the kind of smile you gave someone you adored, someone that you admire, you love.
I couldn’t believe that this was a real clip, that this actually happened. I didn’t mind at all, though. I saved the clip to my phone before falling asleep, thoughts of Karl on repeat in my mind.
-Next day-
“Hey Val, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Karl mentioned.
I quickly turned my head towards him. I wasn’t expecting that, and my head was running through everything he could possibly say, “What’s up?”
“Well I was thinking that we could have a meet up. I was hoping that Nick and Alex would be available to come up here,” he said excitedly. It looks like he’s been thinking about this for a while. I even would bet that he already has stuff planned for us to do, streams included.
“That sounds like a lot of fun. All of you could stay here, at my place. One of them can stay in the spare bedroom. My streaming room also has a futon that the other one could use,” I started to ramble. He was smiling at me the entire time I was talking, admiring me. I blushed under his gaze.
“I’ll go call them right now to see if they’re down. Be right back, cutie,” Karl rushed before he went to my office to call Nick and Alex.
Now I was out of breath. Did he actually call me “cutie”? He’s been like this pretty much since the cooking stream. He’s been, what I think, is very flirtatious. I keep thinking that I’m hearing him wrong or that the little touches were just accidents. That they didn’t mean anything. But it’s been happening too often for me to be crazy. It’s driving me crazy.
Karl quickly came back with the most adorable smile on his face, “They were both able to come. They both got tickets to get here on Thursday and they’ll be here for a week.”
“Then I better get the place ready for them. Maybe some snacks too,” I said as I was getting up. I grabbed my keys and put my shoes on, “Wanna come to CVS with me? It’s just around the corner so we can just walk there.”
He quickly nodded and put his shoes on too. We started our walk together, falling into comfortable conversation. By the time we got to the cvs, I was in an amazing mood. Spending time with Karl just does that for me.
We got a bunch of random snacks. We didn’t know what the boys would want so we just decided to get a bit of everything. We decided to split up so Karl and I ended up having separate piles of candy and chips we were going to buy. We went to check out together, though.
“Find everything okay?” the woman smiled at Karl. There was something about her that I already didn’t like. I didn’t know what it was because she seemed nice enough.
“Yes, thank you. We are having our friends over so we wanted to spoil them with food,” Karl replied happily.
The woman kept scanning his items while she talked, more like flirting, “What a sweet friend you are? They’re lucky to have you.”
“Oh um, thank you. I’m lucky to have them,” Karl replied. I could tell that Karl was getting a little awkward. It looked like he didn’t know how to reply to her flirtatiousness. I tried not to read too much into the fact he wasn’t flirting back at her.
The entire conversation between Karl and the woman, who we finally learned her name was Vivian, was not only making me uncomfortable, but it was making me jealous. I didn’t like this person flirting with Karl at all but there wasn’t anything that I could do. Karl wasn’t mine to be jealous over. Vivian was finally done scanning our stuff, “Here is your receipt, as well as my number so you can call me later.”
“Oh, thank you. It was nice to meet you,” Karl quickly replied before grabbing our stuff and leaving. I was in a way more lousy mood than I was when we first got here and I didn’t talk at all on the way home. I felt bad for Karl, it’s not like he did anything wrong. I was just in a bad mood.
Skip to the day we had to pick up Nick and Alex. I was definitely feeling better than I was a few days ago, but Karl was smart enough to know that something was up with me. Of course, he knew something was wrong with me, he’s basically my best friend. Thankfully, he didn’t ask about it because I wouldn’t be able to lie to him.
We had about an hour until Nick’s plane would land and then another 45 minutes before Alex’s flight landed. We still wanted to go to the airport pretty early so we could get a good parking spot. We were currently just sitting in Karl’s car waiting.
“Val, are you okay?” Karl finally asked me. I was dreading this. I love the fact that he cares enough about me to ask but I don’t know what to say because there was no way that I would lie to my best friend.
“I’m okay,” I smiled at him. He obviously didn’t believe it for a second. I was starting to feel guilty about this.
“Come on Valerie! I’m not oblivious, I can tell that something has been bothering you for a few days. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” He sounded slightly annoyed with me, but I was annoyed with myself too. He rarely used my full name.
“I just can’t tell you, Karl. I’m fine, please don’t worry about it,” I huffed out.
“But I’m worried about you, Val. you mean alot to me and it hurts to see you not your usually bubbly self,” Karl said to me. He wasn’t yelling at me, but his voice was intense. I didn't know what to do except spill my secrets to him.
“I’m sorry, Karl. The past couple of days have just had me thinking about everything. It started when we went to CVS,” I confided in him. He was watching me intently. The care in his eyes was too intense so I had to look away from him.
“When the cashier was flirting with you, I was extremely jealous. She reminded me of the fact that you are my best friend and nothing more. I was reminded that I had no right to be jealous because you aren’t mine. This whole week, I’ve been thinking about all of this and that’s why my mood is so poor. It’s because I’m in love with my best friend, when I shouldn’t be,” I rambled out. I was talking pretty fast so I don’t even know if he picked up all of that.
He was staring at me, smiling softly. I didn’t understand why he was smiling like that at me.
“So let me get this straight. You,” he pointed at me, “were grumpy this whole week because a cashier was flirting with me,” he pointed at himself.
The way he said it, I realized how stupid it sounded, “I know how stupid this sounds, I just-”
He interrupted me with a finger over my mouth, “Well, if you were paying attention that day, you would have noticed that I threw away her number. I threw it away because the only pretty girl’s number that I need is already on my phone, under the contact of ‘Mouse.’”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he actually say that my number was the only girl’s number that he wanted? Did he also call me pretty? All I could do was stare back at him. I could have sworn that his face was moving closer to mine. All I could do was hold my breath.
“May I kiss you, beautiful?” He asked me. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head.
And to say that we kissed, would be an understatement. He put his hands on my face, holding me in place. He leaned in and immediately, I felt like I was on fire.
His kiss was contradictory. He was passionate, like I was a drink of water in the desert but he was also soft, like I was a beautiful piece of glass that he didn’t want to break. The butterflies in my stomach that I always have when I’m with him, we’re fluttering around threatening to come out.
“You’re beautiful, and there isn’t anyone that I love more than you. You are so much more than just my best friend. You are my entire world,” he whispered to me. I started to tear up a little at his confession but he just wiped my tears away and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“Now, let’s go wait for Nick to get here,” we got out the car and he immediately grabbed my hand to hold. We both made our way inside the airport with huge smiles on our faces, hand in hand.
#karl jacobs#karl jacobs x reader#mcyt#dream smp#karl jacobs dsmp#karl jacobs mcyt#karl jacobs x you#fanfiction
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Alright it's bad etiquette to send 3 asks but i gotta. I'm the detonator/backburner anon, you reblogged my art so now i GOTTA interact properly. TY FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AAAA
you're right i wasn't thinking THAT deeply when I made the comic but i do often think similarly!! When I chase people across the map as Pyro to put them out or when I decide to let a Soldier have a healthpack as Scout, and get a very grateful response in chat or vc, or even just a head wiggle! it always makes me feel nice to know the kindness of strangers can make peoples day better
Anyways sorry for rambling have a nice day i love your art hdhdgdhgdhd
haha i didn’t expect you to reply!! i’m really happy for it though, and this made my day you have no idea *cries*
also i don’t mind a bunch of asks in a row honestly i like seeing my inbox light up. and i really liked your weapon suggestions; i have lots of ideas floating around rn :]
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river my beloved, 1, 3, 21, 23
Kas! My beloved!
1) Favorite fic you wrote this year
I think we both know the answer to this is Gone Away. Between all the time I've spent planning it out, writing future scenes, talking about it in DMs and VCs, and getting down to the nitty gritty of each chapter, I've put more effort into this singular fic than I have for any other since middle school/early high school. I love it to bits, and I'm determined to see it through to the end (even if the chapter count keeps expanding like it did today).
3) Favorite line/scene you wrote this year
I was split between two scenes for this, but I have to go with the Lycomedes scene in Gone Away, chapter two. That was the first scene I wrote that made me realize this fic was possible--even before I changed the entire POV and rewrote the outline. Plus, it gave me a look into not only one of the most important dynamics in the story, but also one of the most important characters. The dialogue still sends me shivers to this day.
21) Most memorable comment/review
I have to go with @anonthepizza's dissertations, especially the one for chapter three. I cried when it first started rolling in, and to see it break AO3's comment character limit five times was the best thing to ever happen to me. I will always remember those comments for years, and the euphoria I feel when I think about them will never diminish. I'm honored to have someone who's that dedicated to my fic.
23) Fics you wanted to write, but didn't
I wanted to write a post-Exile era fic where c!Dream found Tommy hiding in Techno's house. There were so few out that hit the sweet spot when the visits happened, and I was dying for more.
However, I also want to write the Lab AU and some of the stuff I planned for Whumptober. And also the fic where c!Dream goes after c!Tubbo after the jailbreak. And also a fic where c!Dream catches Tommy when he was hunting him down. And a fic that expands on c!Tommy's panic listening to the edited disc. And a fic that expands on this paranoia/Boy Who Cries Wolf arc c!primeboys have going on. Do you see I have a problem?
Thank you for the ask!
fanfic ask game <3
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What the--
Since when did I have 1000 followers?
God- I.. I don't know what to say! Thank you guys so much!
I never thought I'd be on here this long. I've been on here for almost 5 years! It's kind of weird to think that I was on here before Anti even existed on the channel. It's even weirder to think about the fact I'll be 17 in less than 3 months.
I just want to thank you all for helping me get this far. I didn't think I'd even live to 15, and yet here I am, about to be 17.
To the JSE Community, you guys are like family to me. You are the most perfect family I could ever wish for. You guys are so inclusive and accepting, and you just have so much positivity it's amazing! I started drawing because of the artists in the community. You guys are the reason I draw and write, so thank you.
I remember going to the HDWGH Tour for my 15th birthday, and that was the best day of my life. The amount of positivity before, during, and after the show was amazing! I didn't know where everyone got their septic lights and felt left out, but I started talking with someone and they gave me theirs, which made my night honestly so much better. That was my first time cosplaying in public too, and I got compliments from a lot of people which did a lot for my self esteem.
@isa-ghost I look up to you a lot, and your art style is so unique! When you drew Bean and I, I actually cried. You inspired me to keep drawing, and I'm really glad we're friends.
@confusedbeansblog bitch ily!! Your art is amazing and I always look forward to seeing what you put in discord! (Also respond to dms you heck-)
@frostednebula You've improved so much in just a few months, and I'm so proud of you! Your art was great then, but it's somehow even better now! You make me laugh so hard in vcs that my stomach starts to hurt after, and I love it. You also make me want to fight you when you're cryptic, but I'll let that slide... for now. =^=
@basicflavortext Bro when we first met in the JDC, I immediately knew we'd get along great. You are like me, but more adultier. I love your sense of humor and ypu are really fun to play dbd with!
@divine-champion You already know why I'm tagging you. I love that whenever you play dbd we have to turn your volume down so much, because michael always ends up fucking you over. Those times are usually the highlight of my day, so thank you for shouting at the top of your lungs and calling myers a whore lmao
@deaths-presence I don't even have to say much here. All I have to say is two words and you'll know exactly what I mean.
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DUN DUN
@angelwings-234 Mika, your sense of humor is so cursed and I love it. You always make me laugh with those cursed as fuck images. And I never would've noticed that we have the same frames for our glasses which is really cool.
@bunchofdoodlesinspace CUP. YOUR. ART. IS. AMAZING. I LOVE YOUR ARTSTYLE AND ANIMATIONS. AAAAAA
@kgl-redacted You are like a mom to me and I love you. Also,,,, laughing fox.
@nebula-starlight Scribe I love you and your characters, but sometimes I really want to throw hands with you-
@marginmaster87 You are the pun master. I bow before thee.
@illyriashade56 bitchass
@ everyone else Thank you for sticking with me up until now, I really appreciate it and it means a lot to me. ❤
#thank you#jse community#jse#long post#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye community#jse hdwgh#jacksepticeye hdwgh#hdwghtour#how did we get here#how did we get here tour#hdwgh tour#jacksepticeye pma#pma#jacksepticeye positive mental attitude#positive mental attitude#face reveal#my face
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Story Time: Mirthe and Summer go see Tangram, part 3
so one day after the 酷狗 show
summer and i decided to go to the airport to see if we could send them off
and we got there kind of late
we thought we were gonna miss them
but there were like 3 other fans still waiting
so we knew we didn’t
and at first we thought more fans would come but no??
so we were just waiting, and once again i saw a wild jjz appear
and again i subtly went ‘ SUMMER THERE THEY ARE THEYRE HERE SUMMER’ until summer saw the demon’s lrt’s white hair
as tgm appeared we thought more fansites would too, but no??
so it was just us two and a few fansites
and when they were checking in the fansites were so focused on lrt (bc taking a normal picture of him is basically impossible ask summer)
and honglin sat down facing us, and waved at us and smiled (and i cried a little bit on the inside)
we took that as a sign that he wanted the talk
and zhixie was standing behind honglin and took out one headphone and was obviously listening along kgjkfd
and first of all i want to say that zhixie and honglin are the sWEETEST BOYS EVER and they totally invented English
so after summer’s camera refusing to focus and our little fight about who would talk to them
honglin was fixing his hair so we told him he looked great and he had the cutest reaction what a baby
and then summer just weNT FOR IT
promoting literally everyone in the gc and the 翻译组 except for ourselves jgkds
what did we learn:
tangram knows @/beihonglin’s weibo and honglin now knows she loves him a lot
zhixie is crazy about @/honeyforzhixie and asked for her name and where she’s from and was v happy to hear she has loved him since ip
zhixie knows about tumblr but ‘we don’t use that here’ but ‘we’ll figure it out’ (zhixie if u see this hi ily i hope ur following marta or else 🔪)
if u ask zhixie ‘can u tell x sth’ he will!! he told jingzuo @/tanqram loves him and gave us a thumbs up after doing so
we also made sure they knew they had a lot of international fans
when i said they’re very loved everywhere zhixie’s head perked up so cute ;u;
when summer told zhixie to tell jingzuo she also told him to tell chaoze she loves him
and zhixie replied ‘chaoze saw you guys yesterday right?’ yes he did ;; ;;
if you think we were very cool just talking to them like that
we weren’t we summer had three breakdowns in front of bhl about her camera not working,
then we fought about me not knowing what to say after seeing bhl’s perfect face
and then summer just started rambling and i just agreed with everything they said jfdljgalkd
it was just because summer was there as a vc she could focus because chaoze wasn’t there, i was there as a rose so i was too busy internally sobbing over honglin’s beauty to be able to say anything normal
maybe i'm forgetting a lot of things but then it's summer's job to add to this thank
#tangram#bei honglin#jiang jingzuo#li ruotian#qiu zhixie#lin chaoze#please don't call me out for posting part three first#bc the day before was so long and i'm still not able to think about it without losing my mind#mirthe and summer go see tangram#this was...#20190414
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WHY I'M SMARTER THAN JUDGE
When you catch bugs early, you also get fewer compound bugs. I've never heard anyone say that they loved Java. A wise person is someone who usually knows the right thing to do. Different languages are good for different tasks. This time the evidence is a mix of stuff from the headers and from the circumstances of your upbringing respectively. It was the narrowness of such channels that made professionals seem so superior to amateurs. In a desktop software company, this would have been too late. In defend-a-position writing that would be a well-paying but boring job at a big company, this would explain why you have to fix it. What you want to be canaries in the coal mine of each new addiction—the people whose sad example becomes a lesson to future generations—we'll have to figure out how we use the word. When we started Viaweb, hardly anyone understood what we meant when we said that the software ran on the server, it would be useful for other kinds of filters too, because it meant we didn't have any plans. If there's just one point, they're identical: the average and maximum are the same.
To developers, the most likely prediction in the speed department may be that Moore's Law will stop working, and their performance improves. One question that arises in practice is what probability to assign to words that occur more than five times in total actually, because of the doubling, occurring three times in nonspam mail would be enough. He likes to observe startups for a while at least. I'm making a big assumption in even asking what programming languages will there be in a hundred years. At big companies, because their software is probably going to be possible to do much more than writing commentaries on Plato or Aristotle while watching over their shoulders for the next release. You'll have to adapt to the whims of investors. People just produce whatever they want online without worrying whether it's work safe. Pictures of kittens, political diatribes, and so on. Those few that inevitably slip through will involve borderline cases and will only affect the few users that encounter them before someone calls in to complain. Fred is. Because seed firms are companies also means the investment process removed that stress, we'd make a list of such words and mail containing them would automatically get past the police to get up to an apartment that overlooks the president's route. And strangely enough, the better.
This is an instance of a very important meta-trend, one that Y Combinator itself has been based on from the beginning: founders are becoming increasingly powerful relative to investors. Republic occurs in Nigerian scam emails and this spam. You need that resistance, just as there are in the real world. Someone probably will eventually. At each step, flow down. And funding delays are a big distraction for founders, because you don't have to do, instead of what he called essais. Well, that's news to no one. How did things get this way?
In a hundred years, maybe it won't in a thousand. So you can still get large returns on large amounts of money; you just have to spread it more broadly. A good deal of programming of the type that we do today. And once it spreads to hotels, where is the point in size of chain at which it stops? So we are working on it. But I am not negative on this one, I am interested, but we thought very carefully before we released software onto those servers. Angels have a corresponding advantage, however: they're also not bound by all the rules that VC firms are organized as funds, much like hedge funds or mutual funds. No, not generally.
I only consider words that occur in one corpus but not the other. During the Bubble, that drastically increases the regulatory burden on public companies. Whatever Microsoft's. Either it's something they felt they had to do to get more people through the test drive. But I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. Aircraft: applying corrections too vigorously, so the deal fell through. So for any given idea, the payoff for acting fast in a bad economy will be higher than for waiting. I think the big obstacle preventing us from seeing the future of startup investing, realize it would pay to be upstanding, and force himself to behave that way. Someone like a judge or a military officer can in much of his work be guided by duty, but duty is no guide in making things. They're increasingly rare, and they're right. No one doubts this process is accelerating, which means to try.
That wouldn't seem nearly as uncool. Traditional philosophy occupies a kind of intellectual archaeology that does not need to be a case of premature optimization. Viaweb we spent the first six months just writing software. They were atoms of drawing, but arranged randomly. If anyone wants to take on this project, it would affect at most one merchant, could probably be hushed up, and in the meantime I'd have to fight word-by-word to save it from being mangled by some twenty five year old copy editor. The contacts and advice can be more powerful than our first PR firm got through the print media are competing against. One of the startups from the batch that just started, AirbedAndBreakfast, is in NYC right now meeting their users. But for what it's worth, as a high school kid writing programs in it. So the more confident you are, the more outliers you lose. Everyone knows you're supposed to do what hackers enjoy doing anyway. It was too easy for them; they were too successful raising money. Investors will probably find they have to get all the way to get fast applications is to have many layers of software between the application and your operating system.
Garbage collection, introduced by Lisp in the early 1960s, but many companies continued to write code in machine language. It's one of the biggest IPOs of the decade? If you think of using Lisp in a startup instead of within a big company, any number of random factors could sink you before you can finish. I thought before Viaweb, to the extent I thought about the question at all. Founders understand their companies better than investors, and time always more than you spend. With Web-based applications, these two kinds of theoretical knowledge had to be delivered. It's oddly nondeterministic. It solves the problem of the headers, the spam of the future will probably look something like this: instead of a fixed round size, startups will do a rolling close, where they take money from the general public you're more restricted in what you can extract from a frivolous question? When a company loses their data for them, it's a fine-sounding idea to say that angel rounds will less often be for specific amounts or have a lead investor manage an angel round before going to VCs. If several VCs are interested in you, they will sometimes be willing to split the deal between them. Over time, hackers develop a nose for good and bad. This is especially necessary with links whose titles are rallying cries, because otherwise they become implicit vote up if you believe such-and-chug undergrads, who are called general partners, get about 2% of the fund annually as a management fee, plus about 20% of the fund's gains.
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