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digitaloctanestudio · 2 years

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pakostdramalyrics · 2 years

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8 Tips You Should Be Aware of From Google's Helpful Content Update 2022

8 Tips You Should Be Aware of From Google’s Helpful Content Update 2022

The helpful content update is a Google algorithm change that was initially announced on May 4th, 2020. The update is designed to encourage “high-quality” content in search results, with an emphasis on useful and informative content. Now Google announced the Helpful Content Update in May 2022. The update is designed to enhance the quality of search results by identifying and rewarding websites…

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#8 tips to beat Google Helpful Content Update #Google #Google Helpful Content #Google Helpful Content Update

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screebyy · 3 months

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Me: ah yes I have written all of my ideas down and my vision is complete. Now I may rest and draw without distraction

The little rats in my brain that go "yearning" as loud as they can:

#help help i only have one brain cell #truly embarrassing amounts of content in my google docs rn. this man isnt even in rhe video game

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neozhelps · 11 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ✧ﾠ—ﾠ⋆ ﾠGOOGLE DOCS: LOVE FOOLISH.

by clicking THE SOURCE LINK you’ll be redirected to a google doc template for story overview. this is a free resource for personal use only. to edit, go to file > make a copy. please like or reblog if you use them or find them helpful!

#── * ﾠ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒ﾠ//ﾠself promo.#rph #rpt #supportcontentcreators #support content creators #exodusmusing #google docs template #google docs #rp resources #rp help #⊰ 🐚：mine: docs ˎˊ˗

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lesbianhughie · 3 days

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guys i’m gonna be cringe here for a second ,

i love seeing people who have self shipped with fictional characters for literal years and have it be their like specific thing they’re known for. but for some reason when i indulge myself with me x hughie stuff i just feel like a FREAAAKKKK idk

like. i dunno i just feel like im so cringe for liking him the way i do . hes just a guy!!!!why do i like him so much!!!! i get self conscious cuz what if people think its weird . its to the point where even people in real life know about it??? i literally never talk about fandom or anything with my family or general peers so the fact that my parents are the ones calling my obsession “obscene” is just hshgddhshjehd PLS (btw yes thats why i use the word Obscene so much. because my mom said my hughie obsession was obscene. while she was on the phone. With Her Friend. 😔)

but like i spend Real Money and time and effort making stuff of this fake guy and doing art trades etc just to get more stuff of me and my fucking blorbo and i feel INSANE FOR IT!!!!!!

THIS IS OBSCENEEEEE… WHO DID THIS GUYS…. (these r like 1 & 2 years old)

idk i just!!!! i like him so much and i don’t even know why!!! and i feel insane for it!!! HRHGHH!!!! he brings me such an insane amount of comfort and it’s actual madness i cannotttt…

and like the thing is that when i self ship with other characters it’s almost NEVER to this extent. the only other instance i can think of is boimjam (boimler x my star trek oc) (which. is that REALLY any different) (that shit’s just purple jack quaid) (u can find more of that content on my main blog tho @jamesdotmp3)

like. hrmmnjnngfgm i just get so insecure about it for no reason i feel like im annoying constantly posting about hughie even tho its MY blog and i get to do whatever the fuck i want (homelander voice)

#lesbianhughie #the boys #the boys tv #hughie campbell #rant #vent #like its rly not that deep #but in my mind it usually is #i just feel like a freak #how to be normal about fictional characters. google help #google dot com how to be normal #its so funny i’ll get upset about this and then to make myself feel better i just go thru my hughie pinterest board #like???? girl lets be real here #‘hrmmm im sad about being a freak over hughie…. guess i’ll look at hughie content to cheer myself up’ BYEEEE

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nevada-wrytes · 9 months

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Chapter 5 - A Black Heart Laced with Neon Green Ribbons

Content Warnings: mentions of violence, cemeteries, and death

Link to the previous chapter and link to the next chapter

Part Two: Curses

There was only so long one could ignore a growing pile of “jobs” and “responsibilities” and “duties” before someone came in and pushed the stack over.

Raven was met with such a situation as he powered on the obsidian tablet that most citizens of the Underneath used to communicate (because cell phones, as they say, were for losers). Immediately, message upon message began popping up, most from annoyed clients who demanded a discount for late services. He ignored them all, even some warbled garbage sent by an unknown sender, but stopped when he got to one name in bold.

Boss (derogatory): Come see me.

A time and place were not specified, yet Raven knew exactly what it meant. He had no desire to go back to the Underworld, much less the City of the Dead, and he definitely did not want to meet with him.

With an weary sigh, Raven took a sip of his drink, finding comfort in the puffs of steam that curled out of the teacup.

Usually, cafés were uncomfortable places filled with too much noise and movement, but this one was nice. It was owned by an old friend, although she wouldn’t like to be called that, who took pride in preserving the ancient space as it had been a hundred years ago in the midst of the Roaring Twenties.

Raven liked the effect that the dark furniture and dim lighting cast, it felt both mysterious, edgy, and easy to disappear in. Among the swamping leather sofas and bursting bookshelves, he was just an ordinary guy enjoying a cup of tea. Maybe he’d pick up a book or put on a record. Life was simple, it didn't matter that Dahlia was dead. It didn’t matter that she was the fourth girl (along with two other guys) who’d met an untimely demise all because they decided to fall in love with the wrong person. Him.

Maybe it is a curse. Maybe he accidentally pissed off some deity and is unknowingly passing the misfortune on to some poor mortals. The fortune teller from before did seem especially ire with him...

Whatever. Now was not the time to genuflect. The glowing red text on the obsidian tablet in his lap provided an excellent distraction.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered to the air as he stood up and dusted himself off. He stuck a wad of cash under his used saucer and turned to leave.

And was met with a very dirty, very prickly, broom to the face.

"Heyyyyyyyyy Margie," he casually said, emphasizing the nine Y’s at the end of ‘hey’ to prove his casualness.

The woman behind the broom, an older lady that looked like she was straight out of a boxing match, stared him down. She was taller than him, larger than him, and had biceps that looked like they bench pressed willowy teenage boys just like him.

If it wasn’t for the affectionate tilt of her mouth and the crow’s feet around her eyes she would have given even him a scare.

“Get the hell out of my café you rat." Although there was no real anger behind her words, Raven put his hands up, and backed away slowly.

“I mean no harm, Margi— I’m just stopping by— love what you’ve done with the place by the way.”

“Hmp.” Margi folded her huge biceps over her chest. “Am I s’posed to assume all of that’s true?”

“Ughhhhhh..”

Raven needed a way out of this conversation that contained the least amount of fists to his face. Luckily, Margi saved him the trouble of formulating some brain dead reply.

“What do you want.” A statement, not a question. “You know I don’t serve any criminals no more.”

Raven tried a laugh fit for a guilty man. “Criminal? Who— me? Pfftt..”

Margi gave him a Look.

“WELL ANYWAYS,” he began, as if being louder would erase the awkwardness of the subject, “ignore the details— do you, by any chance, still exchange demonic currency?”

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Like every other heartbroken teen, Raven had spent the past few days wallowing into tubs of lemon sorbet and Tinkerbell reruns. He didn’t actually cry, but just the thought of it was enough to make even the most waterproof mascara run.

However, just like any coming of age film, there has to be a point where enough is enough, where maybe the best friend comes in to pull the protagonist out of their moping by the hair and gets them to snap out of it. Unfortunately, Raven has to be his own best friend in this case, and pulling yourself together was much more difficult alone.

Regardless of if he enjoyed it or not, there was work that needed to be done, so he slapped on some kick-ass eyeliner and put on some kick-ass boots to go thlunking through the cemetery— because that was a normal thing to do.

Raven had a complicated relationship with cemeteries. He appreciated the lengths people would go to honor their loved ones, maintaining graves even generations later when there was no one left alive to remember the kind of person the body in the ground used to be, but grave sites also brought about a sort of stillness within him that he absolutely hated.

Even the air was calm, despite it being night and definitely much creepier when the corroded angel statues looked at you with weeping eyes. He felt like he could breathe again, for the first time since— Mother knows how long.

And if he could stay and recharge for hours, Raven felt, with no doubt, he would have enough will to charge into Hell itself and bring back Dahlia, and Rose, and Martin, and River…

Maybe he hated cemeteries because they reminded him of the people he lost. If he looked around, how many of the graves were there because of him?

His chunky boots slammed into the hard packed earth as he walked, a comforting thump in the silence. It had stopped raining ages ago, but the grass was still wet and now that the coolness of the night set in, condensation seemed to hang in the air like wet laundry strung out to dry.

The place was silent, not a rustle of wind or chirp from a cricket to break it up. That was why the voice boomed across the mossy gravestones like an uppercut.

"Oh my my! Don't we have a special guest here tonight!"

A young girl appeared out of the fog as if xe was a hallucination. She sat on top of a giant mausoleum in the center of the cemetery, swinging xer stockinged legs freely. They made hollow thumps when they hit the stone, giving the impression she was moreso a wooden doll come to life rather than a person.

And she did look like a doll, with a tiny figure and ruffled dress consisting of only the colors black and neon green. However, what xe lacked in intimidation factor, xe made up for by carrying a huge metal club that was also swinging at her feet.

Raven stepped closer, near enough to see her delicately painted face.

"Hello, Arcane. Still on gate duty I see."

The girl opened her mouth in what could have been a grin, if someone learned how to smile by listening to instructions of how to move your face muscles rather than seeing the real thing happen in person. Xer teeth were black as coal, and so was her tongue.

"Oh you would like that, wouldn’t you~” She started in a sing-songy voice, but then, after Raven raised a brow, xe cleared her throat, cheeks flushing.

“Nah, I'm just filling in for this Jack kid. Heard you were coming back and just couldn't wait to see ya."

She pushed off the building and dropped down next to him. Or.. not quite right next to him, because she was floating in the air a short, safe distance off, something that requires way too much energy just to remain on eye level with him.

Raven snorted, spirits and their vanities, and tossed her a sack of newly acquired gold.

Arcane snatched the gold out of the air before he had so much of a chance to blink, and began counting the coins. The next few moments were silent, other than the sharp click of metal being dropped back into the bag.

Although Raven really hated his job, one of the few benefits was learning how to read people— and finding a way to use that to his advantage.

Arcane was a wrathful entity— a spirit given flesh with the promises of cold revenge— or something else along those lines. What that meant was she had a passion, but unfortunately xe also had a big, big contract with some Guardian of Death in the way of that passion. So, the sooner she paid off xer debt, the faster she would be freed into the world to wreck as much havoc or despair as she so pleased.

And that, friends, is a very good bargaining chip.

“How many do you have patrolling the perimeter?” In less than a moment Raven had reclaimed her spot on top of a mausoleum as if it were his throne, forcing Arcane to turn quickly if xe didn’t want xer back to him. She looked stricken.

“What? How did you- how did you know that?” The wobble in her voice betrayed her as she clutched the sack of money to her chest like a shield.

Raven tilted his head. “You think I wouldn’t know? Come out, come out, wherever you are, demons.”

A shadow condensed in the corner, spitting out a humanoid beanpole who began frantically signing to Raven, some stuff about begging for mercy which was complete overkill since it’s not like he would actually kill any of them.

“Ah, just Neroli? I was expecting a bigger army for my visit.” He began signing too, now that he needed them both present in the conversation.

Raven didn’t know much about Neroli other than the fact he was some sort of low-tier entity like Arcane, but he did know that the two of them together had a special affinity that he so desperately needed.

"I want a quiet entrance into the Underneath, one that doesn’t appear on any radars, and I know you two can do it. I’m willing to pay handsomely, by the way.”

Arcane sniffed at the ‘handsomely’ part. Xe’d already counted the money and knew it was jack shit compared to what others would pay. That's why Raven was very much counting on his fear factor to get him what he wanted.

"Can't you already portal directly into the City-" Arcane began the accusation with an irritating huff, but was cut off by a warning nudge from Neroli.

The boy looked ready to lay his life on the line for Raven, probably as a thank you for not ending it so soon. (Again, Raven wasn’t going to, he needed them both alive, or, in whatever in-between state they were in currently.)

"Will you open the gate or not?" He forced his voice to sound terribly bored with this conversation, regardless if his entire body was screaming for them to say yes. If he wanted things to go smoothly in the City of the Dead he needed to get in (and hopefully out) quick.

Luckily, neither of them sensed the urgency, and after a private conversation, Arcane begrudgingly agreed.

"Fine, we will. But don’t spread the word that we can be bought for cheap, ya hear?"

Raven agreed with a polite smile, and once the deal was brokered, they all eased back into comfortable familiarity. Arcane switched back to her haughty personality and Neroli poked fun at xer whenever he got the chance. Raven, too, joined them as if they were old friends, enough to keep everyone laughing and chipper until he was through the gateway and in the bleak gray lands of the Underneath.

Tag list: @thebonecarver @victorfrankingstein @confused-as-all-hell @iambecomeyourvillain @brekkercookie @fallen-from-olympus @purpl-cryptid @reyyya @thecurlychameleon @naz-yalensky @thesexypanda-boo @kazoo-the-demjin @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @crime-mastergogo

#nevada writes #raven nv #writing #oc writing #my writing #this chapter feels like it's taken forever because I decided to try a different writing method and wrote a first draft over like a month-#-then edited it all doen today. idk if it helped.#next chapter might also take a while bc I have to move all of my writing to a new platform (not google docs ripping off my data to train ai #anyways for those that read the old version you'll recognize arcane and neroli hehe. this is the last chapter that has content from the old #-version though!! now it's all uncharted terrain baby!#as always if you're enjoying this story please comment and let me know your thoughts #and if you absolutely hate this story or think i should write something differently also let me know!!#constructive criticism is good im still learning and growing as a writer #well that's enough rambles peace and love on planet earth ❤️

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elysianymph · 11 months

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i'm so bored and i don't wanna go to bed so here's a list of wips/fic ideas i've been thinking about constantly.

send me an ask with the number and i'll say anything i can think of about it :D (or you can ask for specific information on it, i don't mind!!)

1. regulus raising harry post 1981

2. victorian jegulily au

3. canon compliant angst fic (pantheon edition)

4. regulus gets obliviated. shit happens

5. oblivious regulus + persistent jily (and sirius losing his shit (not for the reason you may think))

6. jegulily enemies to lovers fix-it fic

7. jegulily band au

8. 80s jegulily au with jily as lifeguards

#go on ask #PLEASE #give me an excuse to speak #all except ONE is jegulily #i think that says enough about me #I CANT HELP IT THEY DESERVE MORE CONTENT #all of these ideas are alive in my brain but like 3 of them have been written down in google docs #and none of them are finished or coherent 💀#also i'm sticking with the pantheon as a name for the slytherin skittles #i think emeralds sound really nice too BUT pandora and barty are ravenclaws go argue with the wall #marauders

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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For the WIP game, F Trio thing? :3c Also naming your files with the first letter(s) of the fandom is a neat way to organize~

Thank you!! This file is a little Frankenstein project combining a few other drafts together. I have a lot of thoughts about the RGB trio's first meeting -- I started writing them out in So Be It, but I made the mistake of planning too much and overwhelming myself, effectively killing the fic 😔 I have some draft fragments in that doc of their first meeting, lots of scattered Lukas notes here and there, (and uhhhhh some scenes buried in self insert writing too adfggh). My plan is to piece them all together to one coherent story about the trio, and I've started in a fresh doc to write the intro so I didn't get distracted:

There are no friends in war. Lukas had known this from a young age, and he knew it now.

You may gain allies who share in your cause. You find yourself loyal to superiors, or looking after subordinates. You stand side-by-side with some in the heat of battle. You risk your life with others. But you call none friends. Looking closely, you share little but your cause. You are bound by duty to one another, and it can truly be a binding. You may fight alongside others, but when the adrenaline of war always subsides – and it always subsides eventually – you have nothing in common but the blood on your hands.

Lukas certainly knew about the latter. The last battle left him scrubbing the stains from his arms, glad the red was undetectable in his already dark clothing. Still without a proper set of armor, his exposed skin was stained up the forearms, reaching to his elbows.

#fe echoes #fe lukas #thank you so much!!#lol unfortunately the titles are like that because im a Google Docs User -_-#i just bounce around personal/library devices so often that it helps to edit things there #and keeping them alphabetized but still in order (without hiding them in folders) helped me a lot haha!#and yeah... im sad how much planning went into So be it only to make me not want to touch it :(#but i have a lot of content floating around that i want to use to write at least one more chapter :')#im realizing i used a very different narrative voice for fe than ive been using lately... i miss it...#gotta figure our how to get back to it >:3

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akai-anna · 8 months

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we read this chapter (159) with my friend today in our oofuri reading session and i'm. just.