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eloise-t-g · 13 days

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i think for me, the watcher situation comes down to this:

it's absolutely respectable that the watcher team wants to grow and produce better quality content. it's respectable that they don't want to stagnate and end up pushing the same content out over and over again. that's not satisfying for them creatively, i get that.

however, if higher quality, more heavily produced content is not what your fans are asking for, then you can't ask them to fund it.

this all-or-nothing method they've gone for is frankly bizarre. it feels like they leap-frogged all other alternatives to improving their finances and ended up here, alienating and frustrating the majority of their fanbase (the fanbase they thanked for getting them to where they are).

i think this could have gone a lot better if they:

Hadn't hyped up this video for a week.

Hadn't announced the worth it successor just beforehand.

Hadn't put out a wishy-washy, "boo hoo we're so sad about this", over-produced video.

Hadn't made it $6/month (more in a lot of countries given exchange rates).

Had considered that this means fans in specific countries literally cannot pay for the subscription due to geo/region-locking.

my ideas for improving their funds, aka things they could have tried before blowing their brand up: create their own website with two options - a free version with ads and a paid version without ads, OR make better use of their patreon/make their website extra content, not all their content, for example:

Put the ghost file debriefs on there.

Put shows like survival mode on there (or even shift that show from pre-recorded video to live-stream - live stream access to patrons and VOD access to everyone, maybe).

Put episode commentaries there.

Do reaction videos to their old buzzfeed content, talk about memories and BTS, and put that there.

Put one/two episodes of each show, per season on there (and ONLY there).

Put the episodes up there a few days early.

Make specific, website only content (that's not your main and most popular series aka ghost files and puppet history).

Record the live, in-person shows and put those VODs up there.

EDIT (thought of something else lmao): put extended or even uncut versions of ghost files on there. Paranormal Detour on Detune's twitch channel has shown that people will willingly sit through 6+ hours of a ghost investigation.

EDIT: idk, do livestreams once a week where you watch scary movies with fans on discord or twitch.

(side note: the fact that they're not taking down their patreon and instead shifting all of their podcast content on there, something the patreons who have been loyally giving them money for years didn't ask for, is ridiculous and greedy. add to this the fact that they don't even get a free sub to the new website, instead get 40% off - a measly 10% more than anyone else who subs before the official launch).

the thing for me is that they're claiming they want to make "television" and "television-grade content". that's completely fine. what's not completely fine is acting like your four episodes a month is equal to netflix's entire catalogue.

this really felt like it should have been something they told us they were progressing towards, not something they revealed to be on the imminent horizon. idk, it just feels out of nowhere. no, they don't owe us all of the info about their company. but something had to be better than this.

final thought - it's okay and valid to be upset at the team for this. for a lot of people, it's a complete betrayal (especially the comment that $6 a month is something "anyone and everyone can afford", i mean yikes). i do think some people's anger got the best of them, and some of the comments i've seen across youtube, twitter, and tumblr are plain bullying, racism, and harassment. until we have the whole story, we can't decide that one founder (aka steven in a lot of people's minds) is solely responsible. i know a lot of these awful things are only coming from a small minority of the fandom, but they still get seen.

at the end of the day, all three of them got up in front of a camera and made this video, together. that can only lead us to the conclusion that they made this decision together. acting like these men in their 30s couldn't stand up against it if they truly wanted to, is so strange and parasocial lmao.

tl;dr there were much better ways of going about this announcement, if it even needed to be made at all. however, that doesn't excuse the hateful shit being spewed at the team. for now, all we know is the three founders decided they were done with youtube, and done with their loyal youtube audience.

(i have so many more thoughts on this but i need to stop lmao. however i do wonder how different things could have been if 1. they had hired someone with actual business experience as their CEO from the jump, and 2. this video was more of a "hey we're broke! this is a last-ditch effort to save our company!". guess those questions will remain ... well ... you know ...).

#watcher #ryan bergara #steven lim #shane madej #buzzfeed unsolved #unsolved #worth it

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zyk1ng · 7 months

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I was gonna make this post way way earlier but I forgot lol but Uhm

I have played through the splatoon 2 story fully and am replaying it (for a future post bc a lot of the dialogue is rlly funny) and honestly while I absolutely loved it it makes me even sadder that splat 2’s story mode was kinda tossed aside (for valid reasons ofc) because it’s so Cool.

Excluding the gameplay, I think they did marie so well, because she sells the desperation of someone who’s got nobody she knows by her side. While she of course keeps the sassy attitude of sneak dissing her best friends (agent 3) and also telekinetically telling you to fuck off if you talk to her too much it’s very clear she genuinely cares so much about agent 4 and is so grateful they’re doing what they do.

these are only two screenshots of 8(?) of Marie randomly being really sentimental to 4 because this stranger chose to help her in her time of need rather than just ignore this GROWN WOMAN hanging out on a sewer drain

It’s like heavily emphasized multiple times that Marie could not be more grateful for 4’s help in retrieving not just the zapfish but also her cousin.

But then revealing that 4 knew about Callie the WHOLE TIME (I have a lot to say about this part but it’s mostly hc so) which is so KIND OF THEM???? this random woman recruits them into a secret military agency and hides the fact she rlly misses her cousin but they help anyway bc they WANT TO. (They didn’t even know either of them were famous btw) Marie shows a lot of gratitude toward 4 ESPECIALLY after the big reveal.

(You could make arguments for 3 being similar bc an old kook made them do it but this isn’t about them..)

And it’s not just being grateful for the one time, she genuinely enjoys 4’s company and wants to be better friends with them and chat after the zapfish and Callie are saved 😭😭😭

It’s so cute too, because 100%ing the game and even just being a little nosy is something that Marie picks up on, and remembers way later in the game. (More abt this later)

god I love this socially inept squid woman and her adopted child soldier that likes finding pieces of paper

Speaking of said soldier! I think the way they characterized 4 via the actual gameplay rather than art/statements/whatever is so cool

4 doesn’t have many illustrations besides the chaos splatfest and that one group photo where they’re being funky in the corner (and the apartment) but I feel like the reason for that is the fact that a lot of Marie’s dialogue as well as how splatoon 2’s hero mode is structured/designed speaks a lot about how they wanted to represent 4.

From a realistic standpoint, of course splatoon 2’s story mode has to be more creative both prompt wise and secret wise. But it feels like the reason its that way is because both 4 and Marie are separate types of people from Craig and 3.

The bosses help a lot with this too, being more gimmicky and weird (subtracting stamp.) Octo shower and samurai being bosses where you have to either react well or change your positioning to effectively beat them. (Octo shower is my fave btw I loved fighting it the first time)

The level design also shines in this aspect because if I’m honest I remember none of the splat 1 levels significantly besides the few octoling ones. Splatoon 2’s levels are very detailed (and also insanely pretty) and have some rlly fun puzzles in a handful of them and even the more fast ones are a blast to play through

And then all the little extras (sardiniums and scrolls alike) are hidden so well and you usually have to go out of your way to find them and even the secrets that aren’t either of those things have substance

Small note, a lot of extras are also made so that it flows well with the levels design (like the first dualie request mission) which is also extremely fucking cool.

the way marie touches on those little discoveries is so smart too because it (as I said before) characterizes 4 as someone who loves to look for things even if it’s on a whim especially since the sunken scrolls in the game are so much harder to find than in splat1.

And the fact that unlike splat 1, you can (technically) 800% the game by playing EVERY SINGLE LEVEL WITH EVER SINGLE WEAPON TYPE. to me it feels like it deepens the fact that 4 likes to be really thorough. marie goes “you have a problem.” When you break like two hidden egg crates in this one level and it’s so great.

I love what they’ve done with 4, whether it was intentional or I’m over-analytical.

Nothing gets past them, looking in every nook and cranny whether or not there’s secrets to be found. They’re too nosy and thorough and they like to be around marie after completing missions, they don’t know who the squid sisters are, hate balloons, may or may not be ok, have impulsive secret finding, partake in many extracurriculars, can be needy at times, go with the flow and they apparently smell better than agent 3.

Agent four, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

#agent 4 #splatoon #splatoon 2 #marie splatoon #marie cuttlefish

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coelpts · 11 months

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alright, guess we're complaining now.

[Image ID: First image: A cropped screenshot of Tumblr's Friday, May 26th, 2023 changelog which reads, "On web, clicking anywhere in a post’s header now opens that post. Previously, you had to click specifically on the blog name."

Second image: A cropped screenshot of Tumblr's Tuesday, May 30th, 2023 changelog which reads, "To clarify a point made in last Friday’s post: on web, clicking the reblogged-from blog name in a reblog’s post header now takes you to that blog, not their reblog. Clicking in the empty space in the post’s header, and in the header of each reblog trail item, now takes you to that specific post in the blog view popup. This is one of a series of updates we’re making to the reblog consumption experience across all platforms, to make it more intuitive and consistent, especially for new users." End ID.]

Tumblr, this change is bad. A lot of other people have already shared their own complaints for this new and awful system, but it's time for me to properly throw my hat in the ring instead of at-ing you directly due to user error. Whoops.

[UPDATE 6/11/2023] HORRIBLE NEWS, EVERYONE! This change has hit mobile. There is no longer any way to access the previous version of a post except through theme reblog chaining on desktop. I've added some extra fun comments both as an edit to this post and as a reblog so nobody misses out.

All my complaints are in the read more because this got LONG.

TL;DR- This change breaks a major signifier used across the site, removes post functionality only to replace it with redundant blog links, and completely destroys a primary mode of social interaction that's been used on Tumblr for over a decade. Here's the Tumblr Staff support link so you can give feedback on how bad this change is.

Part One: Signifiers and Consistency

This is my biggest point, so it will be a bit of a doozy. Strap in.

This change is about making Tumblr operation 'intuitive and consistent' by unifying behavior between like-designed parts of the site. Now on the face that's not a bad reason to do things, and making sure users are able to intuit what a button does based on its properties is good design. I'll give an example:

Hearts symbolize the 'Like' function on Tumblr. The heart button on a post adds it to your Likes, the Likes option on your account is accompanied by that same heart, and Likes show up in post notes with that heart. This heart, then, becomes a consistent and reliable signifier. If you see a heart button on Tumblr, then whatever it's attached to probably has something to do with Likes.

So, back to the change. This change relates to the signifier of the 'Tumblr blog url link'. The idea is thus- on other parts of the site, such as the Search tab on mobile and on a blog in the dashboard tray, you will see related or similar blog suggestions like these:

[Image ID: First image: A cropped screenshot of Tumblr's Getting Started help page. It shows an example blog with the 'Blogs like this one' tray visible, populated with four example blogs.

Second image: A second cropped screenshot of Tumblr's Getting Started help page. It shows an example of the Search page on mobile with the 'Check out these blogs' feature highlighted, where two example blog cards are shown. End ID.]

These suggestions are Tumblr blog urls paired with their icon and a little bit of their blog, either the title or some recent posts of theirs. If you click on that url title, the link follows through to that blog. So there's the signifier: click on the url, go to the blog.

But now we have a bit of a snag. What about these?

[Image ID: A cropped reblog screenshot. The crop shows the Tumblr urls of the reblogger @coelpts and reblogged @coelpts-artchives with the reblog symbol between them, the rebloggers icon, and the date that this reblog was posted. End ID.]

Well, these LOOK like Tumblr blog url links. They're styled in the same way. In fact, the reblogger even has a blog icon next to it! So all signs point to these url links pointing directly to a Tumblr blog if clicked on. After this change, that's exactly what they do- so, like, no problem, right?

But, hold on. There's another signifier here! These aren't JUST Tumblr blog url links! This is…

[Image ID: First image: The former image of a cropped reblog screenshot, focused on the urls and reblog icon.

Second image: The Tumblr reblog icon. End ID.]

Our good friend, the Reblog button! That's another classic Tumblr signifier, and it sits right next to the Like button I pontificated about. Reblogs are an integral part of Tumblr, and on top of every single reblogged post you will see that icon. And would you look at that- it's even the same color as the second url link!

Those url links that established the 'url link' signifier that we talked about before, in the search page and on the dashboard tray, aren't attached to any posts. But this url is, and the reblog symbol is right next to it. The reblog signifier modifies the url link signifier. This link should go to the reblog from this user. Right? Because it is a reblog FROM that url link- so that's where it should go! And that's where it used to go, before this update.

[EDIT] I came back to fix some typos I noticed but while I was away I tested mobile to see if this change hit the app yet. It has not, but what I saw instead confirmed the above point- on mobile, selecting the reblogged's url ALSO highlights the reblog icon next to it! These two signifiers are connected, and should be read together.

By changing the url links to be more 'consistent' with other url links across the site, a major signifier that keeps the site together has been broken entirely. What should lead to a reblog- something that is clearly shown through use of a recognizable, consistent symbol- no longer does.

Part Two: Redundant Redundancy

Okay, so that's not all this change does. It also adds a brand new functionality to the post header- the white space is now clickable and serves as a replacement for the original 'to this post' link on the reblogger's side of things. These headers also generate for anyone who adds to the post, and you can click through OP too.

[Image ID: The cropped reblog screenshot from before, but with the word 'Clickable!' written in purple in the blank space above the date. End ID.]

This is also part of that design unity thing; on mobile tapping anywhere on the post header takes you to the post, and you can only tap on the blog url of the person the reblogger reblogged from. That makes sense, since on mobile you're maneuvering your fingers on a small screen and tapping a tiny url next to another tiny url is bound to cause problems.

I don't necessarily have a problem with this on the base of it. I have opinions about mobile and desktop parity that aren't really important here, but it does nicely showcase an issue I DO have- most of the changes made to reblogged posts are completely redundant and unnecessary.

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[UPDATE] This change has hit mobile now, and it's added a fun new complaint about desktop-mobile parity that is now very suddenly a problem; the headers generated from reblogs with content don't have any responsive feedback for tapping them on mobile. OPs does, but any old Joes doesn't. This is not true on desktop, where on-hover a post header will change color; on mobile they stay completely white and plain with no on-tap color change. On top of that, the new headers are actually harder to see on mobile! There's no clear way to actually see where the header starts and the post continues! Tapping a header was deeply confusing because I got no confirmation I did anything of value until I was wisked away to a post- there's no signifier on mobile that this is a thing you can press.

This is what I was talking about in regards to desktop and mobile parity that wasn't important at the time- what's good for mobile isn't always good for desktop and vice versa. Having a post header be tappable on mobile instead of op's url link, where you have less fine motor control and there's a lot of small buttons clustered together, makes sense; but making all post headers into buttons on desktop isn't a good idea because they aren't 'buttons' and it's very hard to make it clear they are. I mentioned signifiers above and that applies to this change- there just aren't enough signs that show these are all buttons now and where they go. The fact that they're completely unresponsive on mobile really is the cherry on top, because you do not KNOW it's a button unless you tap it accidentally or already know from desktop that all headers link to reblogged posts. The design has been made more confusing; what was a functional affordance on mobile has been applied to desktop without limits or concern, making the original mobile affordance more confusing and producing a poor signifier.

Alright, that's enough from future me. Let's get back to the original post, about how this change that introduces a bad signifier is also redundant.

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First of all, it's not like clicking the link url just threw you into a post abyss when you clicked it. Clicking through to a reblog…still took you to that blog, both on mobile and on desktop. On mobile all you need to look through the blog proper is to pull down and refresh; on desktop it's even easier, because following a link pulls up the dashboard tray for that blog with the blogs url immediately below their icon.

[Image ID: A screenshot of the previously cropped reblog, now shown on the blog @coelpts. The post is on the left, and the user info card is on the right. End ID.]

This change then removes one step to get to the front of a blogs page, and puts the original longer path on the new clickable header. They go to the same place, the first is just exactly one click faster. You could do the exact same thing by clicking the user icon instead.

But wait! We can get even more redundant! You know what else is standard Tumblr functionality on desktop? The hover card!

[Image ID: A screenshot of the previously cropped reblog, now showing the card for @coelpts-artchives below the icon. It has the blog title and description alongside three popular posts. A purple arrow points to it from the url. End ID.]

If you hover over any url link for about a second, a card for that blog will pop up. This tray lets you follow a blog, send asks, report them, check their popular posts and do a bunch of stuff straight from the dashboard. It also takes you directly to their blog if you click the url link on the card itself! That's right, there was already a way to go directly to the blog the previous user reblogged from! And every single blog url link does this, too- not just on post headers, but even in the text of a post itself.

So before this change, you had five ways of interacting on a post:

Click the reblogger's url > Reblogger's post.

Click the reblogged's url > Reblogged's post.

Click the reblogger's icon > Reblogger's blog.

Hover on the reblogger's url > Reblogger's blog.

Hover on the reblogged's url > Reblogged's blog.

One of these is redundant, but that's fine- it's just how url links work, and it's better that all urls can do that. Signifiers, we talked about this. But every other link goes to a different place, including the previous version of the post.

After this change, there's six, with changes in bold:

Click the reblogger's url > Reblogger's blog.

Click the reblogged's url > Reblogged's blog.

Click the reblogger's icon > Reblogger's blog.

Hover on the reblogger's url > Reblogger's blog.

Hover on the reblogged's url > Reblogged's blog.

Click the white space header next to a user > User's post.

We now have three ways of getting to the blog of the person who reblogged this post, two ways to get to the blog of the person they reblogged from, ONE way to get to the post, and ONLY if someone added to it!

This change removes functionality and replaces it with needless redundancy. As I said near the top of this section, we could already get to the blog through a reblog link- so all this does is remove getting to previous post iterations.

Part Three: Broken Chains

And hey, let's talk about previous post iterations. Y'know, something that's super important on Tumblr? Different versions of a post float around the site for years- some have been around for a decade or more. And some are only available for one post.

As I'm sure everyone knows, unless a group of tags are peer reviewed and added to the body of the post itself or are appended to the next reblog in the chain, they only exist on that version of the post. This means every iteration of a post is functionally unique, and long before we were given the ability to check the tags on a reblog directly, the only way you could check the tags for a post was by checking every iteration. This practice still exists today with 'prev tags'- users still find it useful to gesture to a previous version of a post and show what other people were thinking or add their own thoughts.

Remember the new redundant links? All that means you can't get to a previous version of a post anymore. Those tags are functionally lost now, unless you dig through that persons blog or through all the notes of a specific post. Sure that may not be a problem for a post with 300 notes or so- but what about 27,000? What about a post that was reblogged three weeks ago? If you're trying to wrangle Tumblr's dodgy search function on the blog itself, what if the post has no text to search for, or if the blog has it's search function turned off? Any post tagged with prev tags now directs to literally nothing. Anyone arguing or conversing in the tags is now speaking at air to everyone else.

There is still one way to trace reblogs. You can access the blog itself- not the dashboard tray, but the actual url.tumblr.com blog- by using a hidden link in the meatball menu off the side of the post.

[Image ID: A screenshot of the previously cropped reblog, now showing the meatballs menu accessed. The first option, showing the date of the reblog, is highlighted. A purple arrow points to this option from the meatballs menu icon and a circle is drawn around it. End ID.]

From there, you can track a post backwards through proper blogs. The reblogged posts will have a 'via Blog' note on them, and you can follow that trail all the way up a chain.

…Unless someone doesn't have a theme enabled. Without a theme, a user won't have a url.tumblr.com domain and it will redirect to the dashboard tray, breaking the chain. And, as of an older update, blogs by default do not have themes enabled- so any and all new users suddenly roadblock this process. Oops.

All of this means that what was once a convenient social aspect of Tumblr has been completely severed with little to no alternative. Trying to wade through hundreds upon hundreds of notes to find the one you're looking for is tedious, time consuming, and potentially impossible if the post is large enough.

Finale: What Now?

Right, so- this sucks. I didn't even go into how this makes it tough to find and block cr/pt/t/rfs if a post passes into their hateful space, or how this makes it harder to copy post links without tracking shit because it's in a different menu now, or how it's now more difficult to access a previous post for reporting purposes. All that shit's also true, but they're side effects of the big three problems the changes introduce.

This change is ultimately user-hostile and seems to follow the worrying trend of 'other sites are doing it, so let's do it too!' Tumblr's been kicking about recently. Tumblr Live, the new change to images and videos, gating viewing posts behind making an account, and attempted algorithm feeds through 'Best Stuff First' and 'Based On Your Likes' are what immediately come to mind. Tumblr's defining, driving aspect for it's continued existence has and always will be its uniqueness. Pretending to be Instagram and TikTok and fucking Twitter will do it absolutely no favors- all it does is undermine what actually makes this site, as a social platform, interesting and vibrant.

But it's one thing to just complain and it's another entirely to provide feedback. Here's a link to the Tumblr Staff support page. They've walked back on new features before when we've made a ruckus- the Shop icon replacement is on the forefront of my mind right now- so it's time to make another.

TL;DR 2- This change makes browsing Tumblr more difficult than it needs to be. It breaks previously established signifiers and removes vital social functions only to add redundant and empty features to cater to a new userbase instead of actually improving the site for the users they already have. It's not a good change.

Thanks for reading ✌️

#tumblr update #staff #support #i highly doubt i'm the only person whose thrown its hat into the ring #but the more posts we have on this bullfuckery the better i say!#at the very least my dear mutuals will be able to see it #and honestly i needed to get this off my chest. it ruined my sleep last night

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life-of-a-rat · 9 months

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JUST SPEEDRAN THRU YOUR REVERSE TIMETRAVEL AU TAG ANYWAYS I'M THINKING MENTALLY UNWELL THOUGHTS.

Specifically just. Hold on I need to get in story teller mode *ahem*

So. It's quite obvious, the missing space where the future Tim and future Sasha should be. But they aren't. For awhile it was simply thought to be because this was the house of future Martin and Jon, not the house of the missing future Tim or Sasha!

But that empty space quickly became VERY aparent. Especially when noting how the future pair acted towards the past Sasha and Tim.

The future Jon was cagey, more cagey than what could be excused as "well it's abit awkward to be around a past version of your friends" and instead more the level of "I did something awful but you don't know what that awful thing is yet"

Future Martin was not nearly as shakey but with Sasha he acted as if she was more a friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin than someone he actually knew. With Tim he still had a familiarity but also a level of sadness- not that guilty saddness that the future Jon had but more the one of- mourning? He was good at not showing it but Sasha was not daft and Tim was the kind of fellow who paid extra mind towards others and how they felt- especially when those emotions were related to him

So, yes, the pair did notice the fact their future selves were not around.

AND SCENE. Insert clapping.

So uh yeah I am intensely thinking abt Tim and Sashas opinions on their future selves absences <3 and how future Martin n Jon feel about the past versions of their gone Coworkers <3

People keep sending in these amazing things but I can only offer these silly comics.

(I’m not saying that you should stop, I love reading these)

#tma reverse time travel au #the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanart #tma #tma podcast #tma au #tim stoker

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syninplays · 1 month

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So uhm... I did a thing...

✨Character Info Template✨

Been meaning to do this a long time ago (and actually started it but never finished it, lol) as a way to share some more information about my ocs without needing to use a custom page theme, but mostly because I haven't found any page theme that looks exactly as I want and allows this much customization.

There are two versions and both are almost exactly the same; but the example shown in the left has an 'appearance' section which is small and has few quick facts regarding the oc's appearance; while the example on the right has a 'moodboard' section instead which allows you to add more info about your oc.

You can change every section/title to fit your needs like I did in the examples below; I personally removed some categories as well and got rid of some connections as this oc doesn't have that many close friends/partners to fill the original template. However, I also included an extra separated 'connections' section in the download in case you want to add more people and more information.

I recommend you stick to square-shaped pictures so it's easier to fit them to each section. Also if and when you edit the information or section titles, please select only one line at a time to replace it so you don't lose the text format. (Titles shouldn't change because that's a single format/font within the same text box, but should it change you can always hit ctrl+z hehe) When you're done, I strongly recommend you save this as a .png instead of .jpg so it's the best possible quality!

Last but not least, this is a .psd file. So you'll need either Photoshop (I did this with Photoshop Portable, but it supports newer versions of PS and it *should* support older versions too) or Photopea to open and edit this file.

Credits: Adobe Photoshop, Inter font, Golften Vintage font

>DOWNLOAD< (patreon but free :p)

(note: I'm posting this with my gaming blog because I think my fellow gamers might be interested in this, but please consider giving credits to me if you use this template by tagging @synindoodles instead of this blog)

More info on how to use and edit this template below the cut!

Layers:

>Each layer is properly named and categorized. The general layers such as the background, the icon shape and background shapes are under the groups.

>If you don't want to see/don't need one of the connections' pictures and information, I recommend you find which one it is (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 or 6) and click on the eye symbol next to the layer to hide it so that way if you ever need it, it won't be truly gone.

>To edit a text section, simply find the layer (such as General Information>Left Column) and double click on the 'T' symbol next to the layer. That way it will open edit mode and allow you to edit the text, just don't hit delete or enter while everything is selected or you'll erase it :p

>Main text sections aren't separated, they're blocks of text. I recommend you don't remove the amount (for example, if you downloaded the version with the 'appearance' section, which has 5 sections of information, don't remove the fifth line.) Either leave it empty or replace it with another data, otherwise it will look weird. The 'general information' section might look good even if you remove a few lines, just don't get rid of the whole block of text.

Pictures:

>To add a new picture, simply paste it over this document and move it using the Move Tool.

>To frame it (so it becomes a circle or fits over the shape you want), make sure the picture layer is over the layer you want, then while holding alt click between the two layers. [For example, if you want to add a new main oc picture: 1) paste the pic you want, 2) move it with the Move Tool so it's covering the big circle, 3) once you've fully covered the shape (if it isn't you can resize it by right clicking on it then on 'free transform', sometimes you might need to hold shift to proportionally resize it) make sure the newly pasted pic layer is over the layer named "picture goes here", 4) hold the alt key and hover your mouse cursor over the line between your pic layer and the circle layer until you see an arrow going down symbol, once you see it click it and tah dah! your picture should now have the same shape as the circle! - you can further move it if it doesn't fit the way you want with the Move Tool (;

Others:

>You can change every color, font and section to your liking, just don't change the general layout of the template.

>To hide/show the guides (those bright blue lines all over the document), click ctrl+,

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storiesofsvu · 11 months

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Post Its

Tara Lewis x reader req'd by anon Warnings: language, some slight teasing, pure fluff. Tbh, it is a fcking crime that there isn't more Tara stuff out here, wtf? Send a req here! Sign up for her taglist here!

Tara loved you more than anything in the world, she had from practically the moment she’d met you. You were exactly the opposite of all the darkness that she saw on a regular basis working with the BAU and that was part of what drew her to you originally. You were soft, warm, colourful, her own personal ray of sunshine to come home to after a long dreary day. She knew part of that stemmed from the fact that you taught kindergarten, spending the days with tiny humans, you were always full of laughs, stories full of imagination and your sticker collection was far larger than she’d ever seen before.

She couldn’t help but smile when she’d catch you in moments of still very much being in teacher mode, as if you were talking to tiny humans instead of actual conversations. She’d once overheard you in the kitchen when a pot was boiling over say something along the lines of “oh come on now Mr. milk, that is not very smiley face sticker behaviour of you.” She chuckled but didn’t say anything, she found it endearing and adorable, not something to tease you about. It was just something that made her love you more, made her softer around you, able to finally embrace that side of herself knowing that you loved it as well.

Once the two of you moved in together it was pretty frequent that you’d pack lunches for the both of you to take to work. Tara hadn’t thought much of it, she usually bought lunch or they were on the jet by the time noon hit anyways, but you always brought your own, and made sure your classroom was stocked with extra snacks for kids who got hungry. So it just made sense for you to make double what you were making and pass the bag off to her with a gentle kiss on the way out the door. It started out as just food, though sometimes things were cut into cute shapes, sandwiches without crusts, little animal or frog skewers in the smaller pieces of fruit to use instead of forks.

“Awe, did your mom pack your lunch.” Luke teased with a smug grin one day and Tara simply snorted.

“Nah, you should know this by now, it was your mom.”

It was almost too easy to tease him back, and besides, he walked right into that one and he knew it.

That was when the rumours started that maybe Tara had a secret kid at home that no one knew about, hence why everything was kid accessible. The rumour lasted approximately ten weeks until she was invited out for post work drinks and she said she had somewhere important to be.

“I’m betting girl.” Spencer muttered and Luke laughed.

“Nah, I’ve seen dinosaurs in her lunches.”

“Girls can like dinosaurs too.” Garcia cut in with a huff and Tara raised a brow in their direction.

“This started out with me thinking you were trying to figure out my sexuality but you lost me at dinosaurs.”

“They think you have a kid.” Emily cut in dryly, already knowing the truth and Tara barked out a laugh.

“No, absolutely not. I have to get home because it’s my anniversary.” She shouldered her bag, “with my future wife, because I know you’ll spend another two months speculating that next.”

It was shortly after your wedding that the notes started. You and Tara had thoroughly enjoyed your three week honeymoon off in Italy. Nothing but time for each other, so much wine and more pasta than you could even imagine. While the transition back into work was relatively smooth for yourself, Tara found herself instantly thrown back into the world of darkness and back to back very jarring cases. You knew she was a little off when she came home absolutely defeated, forgoing dinner for a large glass of bourbon and latched onto you like a koala bear for as long as she possibly could before Monday rolled around. She accepted her lunch with a soft smile and a kiss, pausing to steal another one before you sent her on her way.

When she pulled her lunch out a yellow post it fell out of the bag, her brow furrowed when she went to pick it up, wondering if it was a work note she’d gotten stuck in there by accident or the label from someone else’s lunch in the fridge. Instead she found your writing scrawled across the front,

‘I love you so much, you are my sunshine.’ A large sun drawn in the corner with a huge smile and a pair of sunglasses. A couple of sparkly cloud stickers on it as well. She felt her shoulders drop as her entire body relaxed, releasing the tension of being back at work again and the small smile stayed on her cheeks for the rest of the day.

The next day she opened her lunch to find a slightly crushed chocolate chip muffin among her items, a pink post it with ‘You’re my stud muffin.’ Scrawled across it with a winky face and a print of your lipstick on the paper. She laughed silently, shaking her head at the way she could hear it in your voice. Opening the drawer of her desk she added the note to the little basket she had put the first one in, smiling softly down at them.

Two days later and she found an extra container of candy in her lunch, the post it note blocking the label, ‘You are one hot tamale.’ With a wink. She didn’t need to move the note to know what the candies were, but she still slipped it into the small growing pile in her desk drawer.

‘I know it’s cheesy, but I think you’re grate!’ Stuck to the outside of a cheese string. She audible laughed at this one, earning a raised brow from Spencer, but he didn’t say anything.

‘A list of cute things:

-you

-also you

-hey look, you!

-wait, wait, wait

-you!

-you’re cute’

‘Olive you’ with a drawing of two martini glasses complete with extra toothpicks of olives. (and a note on the back ‘seriously, don’t forget about drinks with the Tanners on Thursday’)

‘You are the sugar and spice of my life’

The notes weren’t every day, obviously if a case took her out of town for a week she wasn’t bringing that many packed lunches in one go. And she could tell that you usually did them the day after rough days, days when she needed a little uplifting, that you knew you would make her smile, if not laugh. Some of them were funny, some punny, and some just utterly adorable. It didn’t matter the theme, she saved every single one of them in her desk drawer, not quite able to part with them. And each day that you left a note, she would come with an even warmer smile than she left with, holding you a second longer when she greeted you, murmuring a soft I love you into your skin as she kissed you hello.

‘There is night so we can appreciate day, sorrow so we can appreciate joy, evil so we can appreciate well, you so I can appreciate love’

She felt the warmth blooming through her chest at that one, a little boost of how important she was to you on a day she was doubting herself.

‘The sound of your laughter is food for my spirit.’

‘I love you more than anything in the entire world. You are my rock, my sun, my moon and stars. You are the most snuggly teddy bear I’ve ever had in my bed, and without a doubt my absolute favourite. Can’t wait to see you, because that’s my favourite time of the day.’

It had been a rough couple of days and she almost felt tears building up in her eyes at that one. She quickly tucked it into her desk drawer and shook the feeling off, she had a reputation to uphold at the office after all. However the moment she was home she was sure to make you know just how much she loved you and how much she really did adore the lunch notes, even if you’d never actually talked about them. It was silent cues you took from each other about them, the way she had a little more pep in her step when she got home after you’d sent her one. And that was all you ever needed.

It was a few days later when Luke was looking over something for a case at her desk, Emily across at Spencer’s desk, eyes looking up at the white board trying to figure something out, Garcia perched on the edge of the desk. Luke let out a huff, recapping the highlighter in his hand before tossing it into the trash.

“Tara, you got a highlighter?”

“Yeah, top right.” She gestured to the drawer and turned back to Spencer as the two of them went through the geographical profile. A small chuckle broke out from behind them that she didn’t think anything of, probably some snarky remark from Penelope until she heard the shuffle of paper and Luke’s voice.

“The most snuggly teddy bear I’ve ever had in my bed… this is pure sap.”

“Oh, but she’s got puns too, look at this one.” Emily’s laughter was what broke Tara out of her trance when she finally turned around to see the three of them with the large array of colourful post it notes spread across her desk.

“Oh come on! That is not a highlighter!”

“Yeah, but it’s way more entertaining.” Luke replied with a smirk, reading off another one of the very sappy ones.

“I think it’s endearing.” Spencer, who had left her to join in on the fun chimed in, smiling brightly in her direction, “couples that continually do little things to keep each other’s spirits up are found to be much happier and have much more successful relationships.”

“Aweee, pookie bear.” Luke teased, “that your new code name?”

“I will shoot you right now.” Tara shot him the coldest glare.

“Does she come up with these on her own?” Penelope asked with a smile, “cause they are good!”

“I don’t know.” Tara replied with a shrug, “I’ve never asked her.”

“Are these what you’ve been smiling at in your lunch all the time?” Emily asked with a wild grin, holding up the stud muffin one and Tara let out a huff, rolling her eyes.

“Can we just stop this? Maybe focus on the task at hand?”

“Whatever you want pookie.” Luke made a kissy face in her direction and she hucked a white board marker at him.

It wasn’t that she was particularly embarrassed by it, but she was a little irked by them seeing all of them. Sure, they were all from you and they didn’t technically see how soft she got with you, but the façade was ruined. As much of a bad ass that she was in the field, she knew that nickname wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and almost instantly started planning her revenge against Luke. Garcia would help her, she knew that.

A couple of days later she was smiling at a pink post it;

‘You are the sun on a cold day, the crunchiest leaf on my walk to work, the first snowflake of the season to catch on my tongue, the first daisy to bloom come springtime. You are the light of my life. You are the small things that make every and each day the absolute best that it can, you are the only thing that can brighten me up no matter what. I love you.’

She pulled open her desk drawer to add it to the basket and her hand stalled in its tracks when she found the basket empty. She groaned, pinching at the bridge of her nose as disappointment surged through her. Despite her best efforts the team had insisted on going through every single note you’d left for her, she must’ve forgotten to put them back into the drawer before leaving for the day, the cleaners probably thought the pile was garbage. Letting out a soft sigh, she placed the new note into the basket, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to start over now.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the door open, Tara calling out to you while she clunked around a little more than usual in the entry way.

“Hey!”

“Hey! Hope you’re in the mood for lasagna!” You called back, wiping your hands on a dish towel before padding your way over to the entry way to greet her.

“Baby you really don’t have to slave way over a hot stove for me after you’ve finished a full day of work.”

“Babe, please. I picked up a frozen lasagna and garlic bread on the way home, the oven did all the work.” You laughed, cupping her face in your hands as you popped up on your toes to kiss her softly. When you pulled back you noticed the black frame under her arm, “what’s that? Did you get some kind of award you failed to mention?”

“No.” She laughed, nudging her go bag off her shoulder to its spot on the entry way bench, “the team may have found the collection of post its stashed in my desk.”

Your head tilted in that adorable way that she loved so much, “the lunch notes?”

“Yeah.”

“You kept those?” You practically melted, a happy and somehow dreamy pout on your lips as you gazed up at her with wide eyes and she couldn’t help but fall even more in love with you, her hand stroking your cheek before she leant in to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Are you kidding me? As if I could ever throw them away! They were the second best part of my day.”

“Second?” You eyed her suspiciously for a moment before a grin broke out on your lips.

“Well the first is always coming home to you.”

“You fuckin’ teddy bear.”

“Yeah, and now the entire team knows it.” She rolled her eyes, “I guess after approximately one hour and forty two minutes of teasing they got scheming, but my money’s on this being Garcia’s idea.” She turned the frame on the table so you could actually see it, “she’s a bit of a sap and thought the notes were super cute, figured they’d be nice to have all together in one place we could actually admire instead of stashed away in my desk drawer.”

“Oh I knew I liked her.” Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the side of the frame, “this is so cute, and so thoughtful.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” You leant into her side, humming happily when she kissed your temple.

“Where do you think we should put it?”

“Hmm.” You tugged your lip into your mouth, glancing around, “the wall behind the couch is particularly bare.” You turned to her with a warm smile and a gleam in your eye, “then maybe… we should have your team over for drinks next weekend? It’s practically a crime that I’ve only met Emily so far.”

“I’d love that.” Tara smiled brightly at you, cupping your cheek as she leant down to place a tender kiss on your lips, “and I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

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casinodove · 1 year

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⁺‧₊ CANDLE LIT DINNERS ─ sagau ft. The Tsaritsa .

IN WHICH, hate is a strong word, yet the emotion you felt while having candle lit dinners with her was even stronger.

─ sfw , cws for religious themes, cult au, mild emotional torture, very slight mindbreak mentions, starvation, reader gets served a dead animal as a meal, mentions of gagging n throwing up, implied imprisonment, my girl Tsaritsa goes vampire mode without being a vampire, angst if you squint, light yandere Tsaritsa, sadistic behavior

gn!reader , 2nd person pov , no pronouns mentioned , not proofread so don't be shocked at any mistakes

─ side notes , what's up with me and making actually somewhat nice n gentle characters so rough, sadistic, beyond insane and mean in the most ungodly ways. Also I don't know anything about medical related topics so don't jump me if what I wrote near the end is wrong.

─ YOU STARED DOWN AT YOUR PLATE IN UTTER DISGUST, GRIPPING THE UTENSIL IN YOUR HAND.

Keeping your eyes fixated onto the meal served Infront of you, refusing to meet her piercing gaze from across the long, candle lit table.

Poking the still raw, dead animal with your utensil gingerly, trying to prevent yourself from gagging, the smell of raw meat filled your nostrils, the slight blood seeping out from the meat onto the plate made you overwhelmed with disgust.

Moving it around your plate a few times, you tried to peel some of the stinking, still hairy skin off of the meat

─ "WHY SO SILENT TODAY, YOUR DIVINITY?"

Her voice taunted from across the room, extra hints of sarcasm and snarkiness added onto the "your divinity" part. She knew you were above her, she knew you were the creator of everything, yet she constantly looked down on you as if she was the most important being in the universe, and you were but a lowly peasant.

It irritated you, the sheer disrespect made you want to slap her, no, that was wrong, it made you want to end her pathetic existence.

Slightly lifting your head up to look at her from across the room, you fixated your gaze onto her plate instead, it consisted of meat like yours did and a few more things like vegetable which were irrelevant to you however, the meat was well cooked and seasoned to perfection, the mere sight of it made your mouth water.

And right next to that, a wine glass filled to the brim, which she was holding. What you'd think was some sort of golden wine, was actually your blood. Swishing it around in her gloved hand, showing off the rich liquid, her gaze burned right through you.

It surprised you day by day how the supposed goddess of love could be ever so cruel to you just because she felt like it. How she could sleep at night knowing the torture she was making you endure everyday.

Her plate remained untouched, almost as if taunting you for the fact that you couldn't eat your own meal.

─ "TURNING INTO A PICKY EATER, ARE WE NOW? AH, I WOULDN'T BLAME YOU. PERHAPS I'VE BEEN SPOILING YOU TOO MUCH DURING YOUR STAY, DIVINE ONE."

The sheer irony and venom dripping from her oddly honeyed words made the churning in your stomach worsen. You reached out for the wineglass full of water next to your plate and took one long sip of water, praying to whatever god that may be out there who could save you to do so already, almost breaking the glass in your hand you shakily placed it back onto it's assigned place.

─ THE SOUND OF THE MAIDEN SLIDING HER SEAT BACKWARDS SO SHE'D BE ABLE TO LEAVE WAS PAINFULLY LOUD IN THE MOSTLY EMPTY DINING ROOM.

Immediately lowering your gaze you awaited her retreat, and awaited the gruesome hours you'd have to spend in your bed, unable to sleep due to the grovelling cries of hunger. The pain in your empty stomach had increased from days of not being given even the tiniest bread crumb, the cries of which fell upon deaf ears.

What surprised you was hearing the sound of her heels growing closer to you. Soon enough she stood right next to you, the cold radiating from her body made you shiver thanks to the overly loose clothes you were given which were closer to rags than clothes, you just wanted your old clothes back yet she barated you for liking those clothes and called them disgusting.

She slid your original plate over to the side, knocking over the wine glass in the process, the sharp shards of what was once a quiet expensive looking wineglass scattered onto the carpeted floor.

Putting her still untouched plate Infront of you, the cryo archon nudged you quiet harshly so that you would get the hint. placing clean utensils next to the plate she simply stared at you, emptying her glass of golden blood while analysing your every move.

Your lucky day, you supposed. Grabbing onto the utensils you began to eat, albeit hastily, the fear of starvation loomed over your head like a dark cloud at all times. At the moment, you cared way more about survival than about if she approved of your table manners.

The Tsaritsa turned to the maiden on the other side of your seat whose head was hanging low in respect,

─ "MAIDEN, BE A DOLL AND GET ME A REFILL WILL YOU?"

The maiden nodded and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind her. Not even a few minutes later she returned, empty handed she bowed to the Tsaritsa and explained how her favorite golden blood "wine" was over and that they'd need to refill the barrels.

Hearing her say that practically made you choke on your food, the realization of what you'd have to endure for a few days dawning on you. The refilling process was absolute torture, one of the harbingers, the doctor they called him, would waltz in about every few hours and remove mass amounts of blood from your body. It lasted for up to five days, if the Tsaritsa was feeling a little greedy that is.

The entire time you'd be force fed big amounts of food so as to "produce more blood more quickly" and you'd be weaker than ever, barely staying and awake and feeling paralyzed.

Ofcourse, they wouldn't be sucking too much blood out of you, can't have you too weak you know. All of the blood would be pumped into big barrels deep into the personal wine cellars of her royal highness, her little treasure hidden away from the world.

What surprised you the most however was how affectionate she'd be after the entire process was done, for around two to three days depending on her mood, she'd be very physically intimate, like oddly physically intimate for someone who practically got high on your blood everyday because it made them stronger.

You just wanted your old life back, your friends, your family..

─ YOU JUST WISHED DEATHS CLAWS COULD GRAB AND TAKE HER DOWN IN HER SLEEP.

She made you regret ever even thinking about downloading genshin impact, she made every memory of the gameplay in your mind turn sour. You just wanted to be treated like a person once more, you just wanted to be treated humanely for once.

Was it too much to ask for, especially from the goddess of love? You didn't think so. But, maybe she did. Maybe to her it was hard, maybe to her it was near impossible to treat you like an equal.

─ HER CLAWED FINGERS MADE THEIR WAY TO YOUR CHIN, TURNING IT VIOLENTLY SO AS TO HAVE YOU STARING AT HER. THE SILVER CLAWS ONTO HER FINGERS GRAZED AT YOUR NOW SENSITIVE SKIN.

One dark chuckle left her throat, you wished to be able to cut it open one day, leaning in closer to your face she caressed your cheek slowly, giving you one long lingering stare with those dead blue eyes of hers, you fantasized about gauging them out whenever she did this. She was a cruel monster, a poor excuse of a goddess of love, but really, she was pretty. You'd be lying if you said she wasn't, yet just how much can looks overshadow a person's horrible personality?

To put it simply however, you despised candle lit dinners with her, because always, she'd have you endure something terrible and then give you the smallest ever display of anything close to love and care and await your falling in love with her madly.

Albeit you would never dream of stealing her rightful role, you could handle playing prey for a little longer, or so you hoped.

Pls there needs to be more yandere Tsaritsa content, it's either that either I somehow can't find the portal to yandere Tsaritsa hell

─ casinodove , 20.02.23 .

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bltngames · 4 months

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Mod Spotlight: Sonic Forces Overclocked

So this is an interesting little thing. For those of you not aware, Sonic Forces Overclocked (if I'm remembering right) was originally an attempt to "fix" Sonic Forces by expanding all of the levels and even completely rewriting the story. Obviously that's a big task, and the developers eventually realized that, scaling it down into what could best be described as an "Encore" of sorts -- an epilogue story where the villains make one last desperate final push, spread out across remixed versions of eight of the game's best levels. All told, it's about an hour worth of content.

Which is... actually totally fine. With eight (technically seven, but the final boss still counts) levels, there's plenty to see. Actually, pacing is probably Overclocked's strongest suit.

The original Sonic Forces was a pacing disaster; levels often felt like they were cut off at the knees, usually ending just as they were getting started. That's never true in Overclocked, as each level took me a good 3-5+ minutes to finish. Levels in Overclocked are also massively improved in other ways, too -- all that extra length is put to good use with Sonic's trademark alternate pathways, new enemies, and new interactive elements. Interactivity is up across the board. Sonic Forces loved to lock you into long, obnoxious scripted set pieces but Overclocked keeps you firmly in control most of the time.

Which brings me to something I'm not entirely sure is a complaint: difficulty balance. If you've been reading this blog long enough you know I can be pretty picky about difficulty balancing, and the way its handled in Overclocked is interesting.

Generally speaking, Overclocked treats the boost like "expert mode." It's there for people who know the levels already and want to push themselves to do it faster. At first it's fine -- boosting means you'll miss some alternate paths (shortcuts, most likely) but you can still bumble your way to the end of the level and coast by on C ranks. The further you get into the game, though, the more it starts to punish you for trying to go fast without knowing what you're doing. The safety nets that would catch you in earlier levels go away and Overclocked tells you to either slow down or get serious.

Which... I think I'm fine with? The thing it brings to mind for me is the two Sonic Rush games. My favorite one is Sonic Rush Adventure, because it's more accessible (read: easier to learn) than the first Sonic Rush. At the same time, the first Sonic Rush ends up being the more replayable of the two games, because it's a lot harder to master. The higher skill ceiling has kept me coming back to Sonic Rush long after it felt like I wrung all of the gameplay out of Sonic Rush Adventure.

So the idea of a Sonic game not only facilitating a higher skill ceiling but maybe even encouraging that? Not the worst way to balance things, as long as you keep the less skilled players in mind and communicate things correctly. Which, at least for me, I feel like Overclocked does. It started to kick my butt at certain points, but never in a way that felt too mean or unfair. And that's exactly the way it should be, though it should be noted I haven't exactly put myself through the hell of trying to go for higher ranks.

The one real complaint I have about the levels is something I've been observing for years, and unfortunately my fears came true: the lighting.

I've talked about my monitor in the past. I bought it somewhere between 2011 and 2012, so it's getting up there in years. I believe it was the first thing I ever purchased with my Youtube Earnings. It's starting to get kind of dim in its old age, and it's exacerbated by the fact I like to keep it on its "Theater Mode" setting, which gives me really good black levels (for an LCD) and amazing color. But it's an aging monitor, so those amazing black levels end up feeling a little dark, depending on the game. For those of you who caught my halloween streams this year, you know I ended up switching my monitor to its "Standard Mode" because it flattens the contrast and makes the darkest darks more visible. It could be argued that I should just leave the monitor in "Standard Mode" at this point, but I can't stand how Windows looks with it turned on.

To cut to the chase, I had to turn on "Standard Mode" for Sonic Forces Overclocked. In keeping with the theme of this being an encore, a lot of levels have wildly new lighting applied to them, with many levels set later in the evening or at night.

This blankets a lot of levels in a single color and lots of high-contrast shadows, which makes character, enemy, and hazard visibility incredibly difficult. In some levels with a lot of high-frequency noise (like Chemical Plant) it can be difficult to tell where your character even is on screen sometimes. In other levels, like the revamped Mystic Forest, the blue-on-purple-on-teal color scheme makes for a readability nightmare (as does the Death Egg Core level with Buddy, with a red character navigating a level full of orange fog, lit by pink and yellow lights).

When you're running through these stages at a couple hundred miles per hour, it all blurs together into something that's sometimes either too dark or too muddy to parse. At one point Sonic jokes that Infinite's aesthetic is "monochrome colors" but I'd rather have the levels be readable at a glance than hanging a lampshade on it. Things just need to be a little brighter, with a little more diversity of color to highlight the edges of roads and incoming hazards.

The story is... fine. It's not incredibly deep, and it doesn't need to be, so it works well enough. There's actually a surprising amount here, though, from mid-level chatter, map screen debriefings, and even full on cutscenes. Voice acting duties seem to be handled by Adrenaline Dubs, who I subscribed to last year for their surprisingly good dubs of Archie and IDW Sonic comics. They turn in some pretty high quality work here, often rivaling Sega's official dubbing efforts. My only real complaint is that Sonic's dialog is a little too referential; his call-outs during levels often reference other infamous lines from different Sonic games ("The whole city's on fire!", etc.), and sort of like how the game pokes fun at the monochromatic lighting, there's a line where Sonic even cringes at his own dialog a little bit. "We're admitting it's bad, but still doing it anyway" is not a healthy design ethos.

Earlier I mentioned cutscenes, and rather than the complex, high-budget cutscenes Sega had in the original Forces, Overclocked instead opts for motion comic videos. Artistic duties for these cutscenes are shared between a handful of 4 or 5 different artists, each bringing their own art style to their scenes. Generally, I think this is a good move. A little more consistency between artists would make it feel a bit more polished, but seeing the art style change between scenes has its own charms, too. It really drives home how much of Sonic Forces Overclocked was not only a team effort, but to some degree, a community effort. Many different hands touched this project, and it is better for it.

It's easy to focus on the negative things I said about Sonic Forces Overclocked here and think I came away not really liking it. Nothing could be further from the truth. I think this is a genuinely impressive mod, with significantly better level design than the base game. It has a few problems, sure, but the overall product, when taken as a whole, is absolutely wonderful. This might be a bit incendiary and hyperbolic, but this close to the top of the list as the most fun I've had with a Sonic game this year. If you own Sonic Forces on Steam, it's not to be missed.

Download: https://gamebanana.com/mods/485051

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 2 years

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(The Bad Batch) He Reminds You To Eat

Author's Note: In NO WAY do I wish to glorify not eating with these preferences. My anxiety has caused some issues with eating, so I understand the struggle and know it is not fun. Please, please, please, remember to take care of yourself. My beliefs are based on the Bible, and there are actually verses about treating the body well. Anyway, I hope that you're all doing alright and that you enjoy this!

Hunter: He doesn't miss the fact that you skipped lunch, too preoccupied with tasks around the ship. He doesn't miss how your stomach growls or when you fumble your words or miss a detail because you're lacking in sustenance. The last thing he wants is to embarrass you in away way, or come across as a nag, so when there's a quiet moment he'll just quietly slide a plate over to you across the work desk, flashing you a pointed look with lifted brows. He won't take "no" for an answer. In the end, you're grateful he gave you that extra nudge.

Wrecker: His concern is not very masked. Though he won't point anything out in front of the squad, he'll still spend the whole day offering you food. It may get annoying because no matter how many times you refuse and insist that you're fine, he won't give up and keeps asking in a good-natured way. Wrecker will come out and say that he's just worried and mumbles that he cares very much for you. He will gladly dine with you when you decide to have something.

Tech: Notices and goes into medic mode, gently reminding you that it's important to eat and stay hydrated. His concern increases the longer you go without heeding his advice to try and have something. He is a bit of a nag in the end, but he nags you with facts, so it's hard to argue. He'll eventually get you something anyway even if you refuse enough times.

Echo: He'll take note, but will wait for an opportune moment to speak to you about it later. He gets it, he really does. He's had days where it's tough to take care of himself, but you're there to help him out in those times. He doesn't want to get all up in your business, but he does care and wants you to at least have a little something. He offers to go get you something to eat that you'd be more in the mood to have.

Crosshair: Nothing escapes those sharp eyes. He quietly notices, but won't say anything right away. He won't try and plead with you or negotiate. At the end of the day, he just gives you food that he knows you'll want and stares at you with narrowed eyes like, "that's right, I'm onto you" while he chews on a toothpick. He will sit there the whole time and make sure you have something before he's satisfied.

#bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch echo #bad batch reader insert #bad batch x reader #bad batch wrecker #bad batch tech #bad batch croshair #bad batch headcanons #the bad batch preferences #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch imagine #tbb #star wars the bad batch #bad batch hunter #star wars tbb

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 3 months

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Do you think Francie’s comment about Paul anonymously sending John and Yoko a note calling her a slur (j** tart) is true? I know it’s mostly brushed off as a lie by fans but Paul was definitely struggling at that time and was allegedly capable of being just as scathing as John off record so it seems like something he could’ve done tbh. The fact she says he copped to it and played it off as a ‘joke’ also sounds like something he’d do to backtrack. Would make sense why John would have been deeply hurt by Paul and weary of letting him get close to him.

I don't think Francie is outright lying, but that doesn't preclude her from having misinterpreted what actually happened. The story doesn't read to me as implausible in isolation, but I do find it doubtful that it was a major factor in the rift between John and Paul.

@no-reply95 made an interesting post a few years back, compiling certain reasons the story doesn't quite add up.

Here's some extra thoughts from me:

IF it actually happened more or less like Francie tells the story: then, offensive as the joke was… I'm not sure it would have been unreasonable for Paul to think John wouldn't take it seriously. That's not me endorsing racist jokes, that's me acknowledging that um… John made that type of joke all the time. And worse ones too. I'm also not outright accusing John of hypocrisy; he probably (somewhat) stopped making jokes like that around the time he and Yoko got together… I just mean that a joke like that might fall into John and Paul's normal mode of conversation more easily than some of us would like to believe. Again, I don't fully believe Francie's account, but I do feel the story isn't often contextualized right.

I think it's possible the note was from Paul (or was one of the nasty postcards John and Yoko received from "fans" and placed there by Paul) and it initially upset John and Yoko, but the situation still resolved itself with no hard feelings afterwards.

I also think it's possible it wasn't from Paul and he sarcastically copped to it and was initially misunderstood as being serious.

Both of these are just scenarios that to me would make more sense of neither John nor Yoko ever mentioning it afterwards. I acknowledge that it's not fair to burden them with confirming Francie's account before I take an accusation like that seriously, that it isn't John and Yoko's job to make every bad thing Paul did or said to them public in order for it to be a valid complaint… But I also can't deny that it falls outside of their normal pattern of behaviour to not mention it if it did happen. Especially given that John freely made more dubious accusations of racism (Paul apparently looking at Yoko while he sang Get Back).

Ultimately, to me, the most eyebrow-raising part of the account is that Francie frames this event as a huge factor in John and Paul's falling out. That reads as her inserting herself into the main narrative, by using a scene she witnessed to explain the big "Why?" of the Beatles breakup. "I was there when John and Paul fell apart doncha know!" Maybe that wasn't conscious on her part; it makes sense to explain things to oneself with readily available knowledge (ie. Francie finds out John and Paul are fighting and she connects this to one fight she witnessed between the two) but it definitely is… weird to me.

#ask #anon #francie #jpy #my analysis #68 #paul #john #yoko

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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I really like your work ! Could I request Lady Lesso X reader , who is one of the professor's for both schools maybe a warewolf. Often others and wary of her / or are just very mean to her,but reader keeps to herself. The transformation full moon nights are the hardest because they're quite painful and maybe reader seals herself at night when she turns. Idk some angst fluff how Lesso would react ,would she care ?

Thank you lovely anon♥️

What if i hurt you?

*Authors note~ I love this prompt so much feel free to include more super natural things in your prompt I adore them*

Trigger warning~ wearwolves? Loneliness? A/o/b?

Prompt~see ask^^^^

The life of solitude was what you were destined for and through no fault of your own. No you couldn't help the curse you live, but you understood why it scared everyone because it even scared you. Some of the other teachers at the school didn't feel you deserved your position just because of what you were born as. Most view you as dangerous and truly you were far from that. It hurt of course, mean words would always sting especially when you couldn't control this part of you. But you were a good teacher and you knew that.

The students for both schools love you and your lessons that you taught, fortunately they aren't aware of what you are. Pure choice for you to not disclose it however, faculty had to be made aware of it due to you needing a few lessons covered if things got bad. At first you hoped they'd understand and not see you any differently but unfortunately most of them did. You often heard whispers between them about how they pity whoever is destined to mates to a mutt. That one word hurt the most out of the whole sentence. Mutt. Surely they saw you as more than that? After all you were still a person right?

You always kept a close eye on the cycle of the moon, needing to know when you'd transform and get to safety in enough time to ensure not only the safety of everyone at the school but also yourself. You didn't want to hurt anyone and truthfully you didn't trust some members of the staff to not hunt you in your weakest moments. Tonight is the first night of the full moon, you were feeling extra weak this time which is why you took a personal day today and cancelled all your classes for the day. You knew you'd need the time to get all settled and safely hidden away.

When you joined the staff Leonora had offered the room at the top of the school for evil to be a place of safety for you. She had even kitted it out to suit your needs. Only you and the Dean herself knew of this room and it's purpose which is how you'd gotten safely through many nights of transformations. Safely secured with no possibility of anyone being hurt by you. That was until tonight.

You'd managed to tie yourself up to the wall just as you always did after locking the door. So when you saw the door creak open and a silhouette slip into the room, you immediately set into defensive mode. "You need to leave" you growled "it's not safe for you to be here. Leave now" your tone held the harsh bite in the words as your eyes nervously glanced at the moon from the small circled window that allowed the light to seep in. Only then the figure stepped into the light and you saw your visitor.

"Please" you whimpered, "I don't want to hurt you." Your sobs breaking up the words as you felt your bones contort. "But your hurting my love, let me help you please. I've read that having someone close can help. Especially if they are your mate." She whispered aching to hold you in her arms through the pain. "You, you know?" You gasped out threw gritted teeth. "I do love, I felt the pull and did some research into what I can do to ease your pain, you won't hurt me your inner wolf is drawn to me" she stated as a matter of fact and certainty before settling down on the floor near to you. A whine escaped you as you realised there was no use, and truthfully you were craving the women's presence so why waste energy in asking her to leave?

By now you'd fully transformed and let out a simple howl of recognition. Lesso slowly approached your wolf form slumped on the floor and began to talk to you, hoping her voice would guide your wolf into a calm state. It did instantly, your inner wolf recognising her scent and who she is, you came closer to nuzzle the woman's head in greeting before licking her cheek. Normally Lesso would say something witty about it but not wanting to piss your inner wolf off she just settled for cooing about what a pretty wolf you are. The colours of your fur suiting you far better than any she had imagined. You still had those gorgeous eyes though, one of her favourite things to get lost in.

Lesso sat with you all night until you started to whimper in pain once more signalling transformation time. She was expecting you to get up from your resting spot, head in her lap as her hands stroked your fur, but you simply curled in tighter and whimpered. Your whines of pain were truly heartbreaking as the accompanied the sounds of your bones breaking and reattaching into your human form. Yet she simply held you and whispered words of love and support.

The first thing your human brain remembers was her soft tone whispering "you're not a monster my darling, your truly beautiful and I love you so!" With a pained smile you whimpered "I love you Nora" before passing out in exhaustion. Knowing you were safe to be moved she easily scooped up your form in her arms and grabbed her cane before taking you to her waiters and coming to hold you on bed, you stirred slightly allowing you to hear her words. "Rest now my love you're done for the night, I'll be right here love" was the last thing your hazy brain remembered before you gave into the exhaustion once more.

Word count~ 1067

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady leonora lesso #dean of evil #anon request

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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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genuinely curious what is the pit dad au is it a good dad william au because I lowkey adore those please ramble about it I love listening to your rambles (if you have the time of course)

OOH pretty much? its a "william is a bad dad but shit happens and he realizes it early enough to fix it, or at least try" au!! plus some other drama ofc

basically william gets springlocked waaaay earlier on than in canon. he has an accident, is alone, and henry finds him too late. while henry is trying to get his body out of the suit, he wakes up and is like oh shit i died.

but he came back and he is ecstatic about that. His plan worked! he's (by all normal standards) immortal! and henry cleans him up and hes springbonnie instead of springtrap. (and of they take wills uhm. corpse out. williams rlly disturbed by it tho. henry finds that funny and they hold a funeral for william and everything and hes just. what.)

except springbon is sentient. bc springbon is my faborite. so williams got a buddy in his head! and springbon can control her own body still if she wants to! and springbon is new to parenting but she reeeeaally loves these kids

will just wants to experiment more with his newfound body and abilities and everything he can do but. without a bodyy... he cant do much off the stage unless he has the ability to walk around off of it without being in suit mode. which comes with needing to charge. and while he would totally just hook himself up to a random plug in his roomm springbon had henry cover them all with the little child proof plugs and will cant get them off bc his robot fingers r too big so if he stays in his room too long, he'll pass out (or just. power down? since hes a robot?)

so he's forced to interact with his family.

but he really does find he enjoys time away from work and his kids are not actually horrible obnoxious idiots like he'd always thoguht of them as (as a mixture of not wanting kids in the first place and being bitter that his wife is dead) and he realizes wow. this isnt so bad. he also bonds a lot more with henry and vanessa (the latter of which was just. his employee. he didnt know her well before but she's fun and helps him with maintenance when henrys busy)

in this au, Michael is 11-12, elizabeth is 7, and evan is 6! so they r pretty young. Michael does have built up resentment towards his father bc of how neglectful and cold he was, and williams like wow! that was shitty of me! mostly bc he sees howspringbonnie interacts with his kids and it vaguely reminds him of his wife. and hes like okay! time to reconcile with my kids! and while evan and liz eventually r like yeah this is cool mike is not. hes very hesitant to trust his father and doesnt liek him!!! grrr!!!! but william really wants to try!!!! try he will dammit!!!

on top of that will DID make the funtimes with the intent of experimenting with remnant but pitdad will is a wuss! he didnt make them to kill kids. he just knew remnant involved death and they were made properly to contain it, but not collect it. so basically he made machines to harvest souls without the harvesting part and jsut the souls. those blueprints and that research is concerning enough on its own tho... lets just say he wasnt on a great path and likely would've done bad things like in canon if he'd been left to his own devices. curiosity mixed with grief is a bitch and so is william afton

but the funtimes ARE sentient, and they know what they were made to do. at least circus baby does and she goes and tells everyone and they decide "yeah this place sucks lets just merge together and find a skinsuit" and that skinsuit was MEANT to be william but he. yk. has no skin anymore. his oldest son must be the second best thing, right?

also also also the missing kids are in fact missing! for other reasons tho heheheh

extra note but because of how remnant works william is TERRIFIED of fire. hes scared it'll split his soul from springbonnie so he's rllyyyy scared of fire and stuff!!!

i think thats all? thats all i can think of i could probably answer more specific questions tho this is the gist!!!! im glad u love my sillyguys and rambles ueueue

#tzu rambles #tzu asks #william afton #fnaf au #pitdad au

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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Okoye and reader. Sorta continued from fainting ones

Reader and okoye are on a romantic date night, when readers ex girlfriend comes into the picture. Okoye knows it's her because of the way reader reacts, and our beautiful general goes into total protection mode?

Reality Check (Lies of Omission Prt.3)

A VALENTINE'S WEEK SPECIAL

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: Months since she found out about everything, it is Valentine's Day and you decide to go out on a nice date day. Unfortunately, bad company seems to interrupt your night. Read Part 1 and Part 2 before reading this. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you. 😌

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Past Abuse,

“Love recognizes no barriers, it jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination, full of hope.”- Maya Angelou

You woke up after barely a few hours of sleep, getting up and ready to put the final touches on the present you had for Okoye. It was your first (technically second) Valentine's Day together and you were beyond excited to spoil your love.

You had the whole day planned, where you would pamper and spoil her to the highest degree. And she didn’t have to do anything. Okoye was vaguely aware of your plans since you had told her not to plan anything at all, but she was nowhere near aware of the true detail that you had put into planning the perfect day.

You had silently been planning the day since the new year started, getting the reservations needed and asking around for people’s help when necessary. Now, people were sick of you bothering them for things specifically for this day, but it was finally here, and you were excited to allow Okoye to take a break from constantly working and just have a nice relaxed day off.

She had training in the early morning, so she was gone. It was the one non-negotiable when it came to her not working, so you let her have it. It gave you an extra hour to yourself for the final details.

You were completely prepared to make a fool out of yourself today, and you planned to have Okoye join you in the foolishness.

You got into your planned clothing, and got your equipment to leave your house.

As you entered the palace grounds, you got Aneka’s help in setting your first event up. Okoye was at the training grounds, with a group of new Dora Milaje.

Just as you had anticipated, her back was turned away from you. Aneka held a bouquet of flowers 5 times bigger than her head, while you handled the microphone and speaker that you were to use.

Stopping in the middle of the outside field, you put your things down, and began to play your music. Even before you had increased the volume on it, Okoye had turned, recognising your favourite song from anywhere. She stood, smiling at you as the intro played away.

Then, you started to hum, an indication that you were about to sing. Her eyes grew wide as the rest of the Dora Milaje, and a few other people from inside came out to see what the noise was about. You grew a bit more nervous seeing the turnout, but seeing as the elders were yet to arrive, you had no reason to remain respectable.

“I just wanted to dedicate this song to my one love.” you said, in a deep voice.

It was right before you belted out the love song that you constantly played at home, singing like a performer at a full stadium on a Wakandan Public Holiday.

Whether you could carry a note was irrelevant at the time, although you thought you had a decent enough voice.

As the chorus came along, you put your hand out to Okoye, who was being cheered out by your audience. She walked to you, taking your extended hand as you got into the second verse.

With her close to you, you could see her face completely flushed with shock. You knew for a fact that internally, she was blushing, even if she would later use her melanated skin to deny it.

You got a bit slower during the second verse, singing your own version of the song. Changing the lyrics to ones that you knew Okoye would love.

Halfway through the verse, even she forgot that you had company around, letting you finish the song with her in your embrace. She loved when you expressed your extra loving side. Even when you were making a fool of yourself. She didn’t hold the same belief that your voice was the best, but that didn’t matter. As long as you were the one singing to her, she didn’t care how many notes you missed.

As the song came to a close, your eyes were both closed. She whispered in your ear as she opened her eyes. “We’ll work on that high note.” you gasped dramatically as she laughed at her words.

“ I just serenaded you in public. Give me some credit.” you smiled a toothy smile as she kissed you softly.

As you untangled from your position. You got back to business, making Okoye stand in front of you as you held your mic to your lips again.

“On this beautiful day, I just wanted to ask this amazing love of my life a question everyone.”

Okoye's eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Will you… go to breakfast with me and spend the day as my valentine?” you said.

She chuckled, nodding her head. You put the mic down, taking the bouquet from Aneka and thanking her. Okoye gasped at the size of it, definitely questioning why that was the size you chose.

“You’re quite the valentine.” she complimented.

“I’ll say. This is just the beginning, my love.”

By now, the crowd had dissipated, but you knew that a few videos were taken, so everyone would know about it at some point.

You directed Okoye to a smaller dining area in the palace, where a private breakfast had been prepared.

You sat down next to each other and ate, enjoying the casual conversation that came, as though you hadn’t just done what you had.

“Is the whole day going to be like this?” She asked.

“Like what? Romantic?” you got worried, because it was going to be filled with romance, and if she didn’t want that then the entire day would be terrible for her.

“No. I know it’s going to be romantic. But. is it going to be as public as that?” She hesitated to say it, not wanting to ruin any one of your plans.

You shook your head in relief. “ No! That was the only thing. I had to start off big. Everything else will mostly just be the two of us.”

“Mostly?”

“Yes, mostly. I couldn’t plan a great day without any sort of help.”

She nodded, not being able to argue with logic. Her morning training stiffness had already faded in your presence. Having a nice breakfast with her was rare. She would usually obsess about you having fainted at night, or she was gone to the palace and you were busy with your own work.

It was a rare moment where none of those worries were mentioned, mostly because you had banned her from asking if you were okay at any point in the day. You wanted just one day where she didn’t have to worry about you.

The two of you finished and got ready, while you handed Okoye the clothes she needed to change into. It was still training garments, but a lot less casual.

She gave you eyes of question when you handed them to her but obliged and wore the clothes before taking your hand in hers and allowing you to lead the way.

Thirty Minutes Later

“Where are we going, Y/n?” Okoye asked you as you continued to walk to your destination. When you told her that you would take a quick walk to your next planned date, she thought you meant that it was 5 minutes away. She didn’t realise that you actually planned to take an entire walk.

“We’re almost there, Sthandwa. Not even 5 minutes away, I promise.” you responded.

She sighed, not saying anything else. She really wanted to know if you were okay, having travelled by foot for many metres, but you had made her promise not to ask you anything about the way you felt physically for the whole day.

She was a woman who kept to her word, but she hated every second of it. She knew that her concern could sometimes be overbearing and she knew that she needed to work on it, but she just wanted to make sure that you were okay. It had been many months since she had found out, but she still worried like the first time it had happened.

She couldn’t help her protectiveness for you. Her love for you was just too strong for her to want to let anything happen to you.

You could tell that she wanted to ask. She barely went that long without doing a check in with you, but you loved how she respected her promise to you.

As you slowed down, Okoye followed you, not having a clue where the two of you were. It was only when you were only a few metres away from your destination that Okoye was connecting the dots on what you had planned for your portion of the day.

She stopped dead in her tracks, grabbing your arm to stop you while giving you a bewildered look.

"Y/n. Why are we in front of Wakanda's most prestigious dance instructors' house?" She asked you, Watching you struggle to find a reasonable answer as you smiled mischievously.

"I booked a lesson for us. I thought it would be fun. We don't do these things that often."

She let out a chuckle, "We both have 2 left feet. Why do you think we of all people should do this?"

"Like I said, I thought, and still think that it will be fun."

“Hmm.” She scoffed, letting you lead the way to the entrance. You gladly knocked on the door of the home, not having any fear after your singing. Not a single other plan for the day scared you now that you were done with that.

You were excitedly greeted by S'Yata, Wakanda’s famed dance instructor. She specialised in choreographing wedding dancing, and she was well known for making the most sensual first dances for the marrying couples that hired her.

Okoye again wanted to know why you were there if you had no plans to get married soon, and even if you did, she would never want to do a first dance choreographed by S’Yata at her wedding. They were known to be difficult to the average couple, but the two of you were not an average couple. Not when it came to dancing. One thing that the two of you desperately lacked was rhythm. Granted, it wasn;t as bad as Okoye made it in her head. You could dance a little. And she could move her body on command too.

It was just the formal stuff that the two of you weren’t too good at. After a tragic wedding dance proved this point, the two of you had refrained from doing any form of wedding dances ever since.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” S’Yata said, welcoming you inside. You looked back at Okoye and gave her a not so reassuring lopsided smile.

1 hour later…

"Okoye you're too far away. Come closer." You instructed. The two of you had finally got the basics to the dance down, and you didn’t want to lose the flow.

"I'm as close as I'll allow myself to be in public, Y/n. This position already feels extremely indecent for others to see." Okoye said, looking at S’Yata as she said it.

You laughed, seeing what she was trying to imply by 'public'. To her defence, the two of you were more minimalistic in your public displays of affection. And you had promised to keep the rest of the day less public. But S’Yata was only one person, and you really wanted to get the dance right.

The two of you were already chest to chest and leg to leg, so there wasn’t much room to spare. But Okoye needed to hug you closely as you slowly swayed.

“Please. For your Valentine?” You asked, kissing her cheek sweetly.

Instantly, she hugged you closely, and you swayed back and forth.

“I love you.” you whispered.

“I love you more.” she said.

You stayed like that, even getting enough flow for S’Yata to just leave the two of you in her studio, allowing you to enjoy the moment.

“You’re going to like what we do next, Okoye. I promise. Just the two of us from here on out.”

Okoye smiled at that, still winded from the dancing. You seemed to be in high spirits, and you hadn’t slowed down to even catch your breath.

When the quinjet arrived in the sky, and landed not too far from the two of you, She got excited once again. You walked her inside, and she saw how advanced the quinjet was. It was far more advanced than the ones that were used currently.

“Shuri allowed me to use the new prototype for a few hours.” You explained.

“How did you know about this before I did? I’m the General.”

“Being noisy comes with perks, Okoye.” you joked.

The two of you sat in the pilot seats that were situated in front, wanting to see the view, but you kept the jet on autopilot like it had arrived, wanting to enjoy seeing wakanda from the sky without worrying about steering.

The jet lifted into the air, and you spent an hour just staring out of the window, admiring your country. It was only when you noticed that Okoye had gotten strangely quiet, that you broke the silence.

“Say it.” you said, getting her to turn to you.

She looked at you in confusion, “ Say what?”

“Ask me the golden question. I know you want to and that’s why you refuse to relax, Okoye. So just ask me this one time.”

She smiled, “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good. I’m on the best date in the world, with the one woman that I love and she agreed to do this for me so I-”

“-Y/n,” She said, seeing what you were doing, “That is not what I meant.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, before finally getting serious. “I’m okay, Okoye. I haven’t felt dizzy or anything today. So I’d say that I feel very good.”

She eased up at that, but still there was a trace of tension in her face, and that was not the point of valentines day.

“How are you feeling, darling?”

“I feel good.”

“Don’t lie to me.” you said. flat-toned.

“Okay. Honestly, I feel good about today. And about you. But, I worry that I’m overbearing and that might chase you away.”

“You can’t chase me away. I’m here for the long run.” you reassured her, “But… you are overbearing.”

“I love that you care enough to make sure that I’m okay. But I’m a grown woman, Okoye. I’m done with the lies and I always tell you when I don’t feel well, so there is no need to constantly try to protect me.” you had been getting frustrated with the constant worry that she carried around when you were together. And the worry that doubled when you were apart.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to work on it. I promise I will, sthandwa sam.”

You got up from your seat, and went to sit with her. The chair was not big enough to fit two grown people, so you ended up just sitting on Okoye’s lap, kissing her head and wrapping your arms around her.

“I promise I won’t leave, Okoye. I just want you to trust me when I say that I'm okay.”

You’d grown tremendously over the past months, and your ability to be honest with people had gotten better. You had slowly been telling more people about your fainting spells, being more accepting of your not so new reality. The people around you were always supporting you.

They were there to catch you when you unexpectedly fainted, and the released stress from hiding had reduced the amount of spells you had in general. You no longer had to lie and say that you were okay when you weren’t. And it was all thanks to the woman that held you.

You would never leave her, as long as you heart felt the way that it did.

“I’m not leaving either.” Okoye whispered, before the two of you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

By the time that you woke up, you were back on ground, and the evening sun had started fading into darkness.

You had one thing left, a nice dinner.

The two of you went home, and freshened up, getting dressed a lot more formally before leaving the house.

You had made reservations at a new restaurant in the city. The place had just opened during the new year, and they had luckily had openings for the night when you called.

You were directed to a table in the corner. A loveseat that you had paid extra for. Scoping the menus and choosing your meals before the server arrived.

“Thank you for today. I really loved being your valentine.” Okoye complimented, and your lips involuntarily spread into a wide smile. One of the many that the day had brought.

“Hi, can I please get the bill?” a voice came.

Your blood ran cold as the voice of your nightmares spoke. Your smile was immediately wiped clean and your body grew rigid. Flashbacks of your ex came rushing back and when you looked to the left and saw her, not in prison, your body instantly grew anxious.

Okoye saw the change as soon as it happened, and when you didn’t reply to her calling you she got worried.

“Y/n, what's wrong?” she took your hand in hers, massaging your palm to calm you down.

“It’s her.” you let out, with no further explanation. Your breathing got shaky and your heart rate increased as you tried to take a breath.

Okoye wanted to ask who you were talking about, but seeing you she knew that there was only one person who could make you that anxious.

She stood up slightly, and saw what you had, recognising her from your descriptions of her. She was tall and muscular but she wasn’t very intimidating. She only looked like a threat to the people that knew what she was capable of.

Okoye’s blood started to boil, seeing the woman smile so happily. She ruined you for so long, and you were only just starting to land on your feet. If it were up to her she would rot in as a prisoner for the rest of her miserable life.

“Okay, let’s go. I can cook dinner.” She said, already getting out of her chair to help you up.

Your body cooperated without your mind's consent, as your mind was in a different world. Okoye politely told the waiters that you were leaving, and helped you take your shoes off to walk easier.

As you walked out into the empty street, the voice came again.

“Y/n. I guess we meet again.”

You turned around to look at her, but Okoye stood firmly in front of you as she took stared daggers at Chedano, who had a proud smile smothered on her face.

“ I see you got protection now. Scared to be alone with your one true love.”

“If I were you, I would tread lightly and think very carefully about the next thing you said.” Okoye said sharply, reaching for her spear as she secured your position behind her. You didn’t move, you body paralysed in place as you looked at the women who used to hurt and torture you.

“You know, we never formally broke up, so whatever this it between you and the General is cheating ,Y/n” she sneered “We wouldn’t want to have to teach you a thing or two about loyalty, would we.”

Okoye unleashed her spear, pointing it at the woman.

“Threaten her one more time and see what happens Chedano. I have no problem taking you back to prison.”

Chedano, backed away at the sight, and her smile faded at the word prison.

Okoye approached her, pointing her spear right at her chest.

“If I ever so much as catch a whiff of you being near her, or communicating with her. Prison will be the least of your worries.” Okoye said, jumping towards her abruptly and grazing her spear only slightly through her arm. Leaving a big gash.

Chedano nodded, running away as blood dripped on the street.

Immediately, Okoye turned to you and was by your side.

“My love…” she said as you broke down in her arms, the tears flushing out.

“I’m sorry. Let’s go home.” she said, lifting you and wrapping your legs around her waist as you cried into her shirt while she walked you to your house.

She kept comforting you as she walked, allowing you to let it out, your fear only increasing as the minutes went by.

By the time you got home, you were in a full blown panic attack, your body in a full panic.

She put you down on your bed, standing in front of you as she comforted you, helping you breathe through it. The night had settled in, and the darkness only brought more fear.

You breathed with Okoye, holding her hands as your heart settled into a slower rhythm.

“I think I'm gonna faint, Okoye.” you said, feeling it coming.

“That’s okay. I’m here, Y/n. I’m he-”

You passed out.

Okoye laid you on the bed, placing you on your side and waiting.

After a gruesome 10 minute wait, you started to open your eyes. You were calmer when you saw Okoye there.

She kissed you head, going to get you water, while you sat up in your bed.

“Thank you.” you said as she handed you the water.

You drank it while focusing on remaining calm, like you had worked on. Okoye stayed with you, getting into bed with you and holding your hand.

“I’m here. I love you."she whispered to you as your eyes slowly started to close. You nodded your head, defeated.

“I love you so much. And you planned the best date I’ve ever had today. We don’t have to talk about what happened now, but I'm here. I will always be here to protect you, my love. You are my entire world, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“Thank you.” you whispered again, but a tear rolled down your face. She wiped it away for you.

“I love you. Thank you.” you said, and allowed yourself to hug her.

”Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice. It takes love.” – Maza Dohta

Author's Note: After a long wait, Part 3 is here. I loved writing this. It was sort of healing. This is of course my contribution to Valentine's Week, but I do think there were a few things that I wanted to say in terms of love.

I want every person reading this to know that it is okay if you didn’t realise that your abuser was abusing you. There is no shame in taking a lot of time to fully recover from it either. Those types of things can take a lot from you. Many of us were never told that abusive behaviours were actually abusive. Being queer, it's even harder to navigate that world because we are so busy fighting the world to prove that we are valid and our love is valid, it leaves us more vulnerable to being unknowingly manipulated and hurt without us realising it.

You deserve the type of love that fights for you, not with you.

Happy Valentine's Week, and I love you. 💙

#okoye one shot #protective okoye #general okoye #okoye x reader #angst with a happy ending #fluff #comfort #relationships #x female reader #x reader #black panther2 #black panther #wakanda forever #part 3 of 3 #okoye x fem reader #okoye fluff #black panther okoye #okoye angst #okoye fic

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Guardian Tales headcanon of what Knight has Night Terrors/Sleep Terrors.

-But first! Things to have clear!:

▪︎Some stuff mentioned here isn't nice at all.

▪︎For now. The "happenings" what are mentioned here:

1.- Happened in a lapse of 2 years and a half ingame to me,because fuck canon and their confusing way of spacing their events ingame,like,you can't tell me what that all the shit what has happened before the events in World 17 were done in less than a YEAR??? KAKAO. IT FEELS LIKE EVERYTHING HAS HAPPENED IN ALMOST 4 YEARS IN STORY-MODE TILL NOW FOR FUCKS SAKE????

2.- These happened before the start of the events in "World 12" and some even way before "World 9" events.

3.- I like to portray Knight like the kind of character who thinks what all the horrible and traumatizing stuff what they suffered for a great part of their life and the way what they react from remembering those is "normal" and "necessary" (That's what the "others" made Knight believe),so they just try to "hide it" from the others because "That's not an important thing at all",avoids in all way thinking about it and just act the way what they're (You know,happy,silly and chaotic,etc like Knight is),but there is a moment in their journey in what they're starting to reach to the conclusion that everything what happened to them was in fact NOT NORMAL or good and they've been lied for years,then the realization is getting to them little by little and making them feel horrible in the process till they hit catastrophically by that realization like a truck.

4.-My English skill isn't the best when it comes to "explaining the stuff what comes from my head" but i hope i'm being clear as possible with what i'm saying here. 😭 I'd recommend you to read more about Night Terrors to understand more if possible!

▪︎I swear what i love Knight a lot i promiseeee 🫶🏻 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷 *traumatizes them*💞🩷

5.- Coco and Knight friendship angst coming to your door!!!!! WITH EXTRA KNIGHT ANGST WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

Ahem! With that said. Knight has Night Terrors/Sleep Terrors about:

1.- The times what they were experimented (they have PTSD from it). 2.- The traumatic experiences what they had with FP (World 10-11). 3.-Seeing their friends dying in front of them and they couldn't do nothing to save them,like in the Alt-Knight timeline kind of dying. -Note: Option 2 and 3 of Knight's Night Terrors started to happen after World 10-11 events.

▪︎Knight normally wakes up trembling and crying out of them,sometimes feeling nauseous or almost directly vomiting out of it,maybe the rare occasions when Knight wakes up screaming out of them or wakes up in the floor,when they're asleep they tend to also kick,whimper,mutter names (at this point is kinda obvious what names could Knight be muttering) and move heavily in the process all depending of the intensity in traumatic terms the dream is going.

▪︎As some may know,when someone has Night Terrors the person cannot wake up during the dream even if they try,and the person doesn't remember what happened during the dream,so Knight really doesn't know what are exactly the dreams about but they DO have an idea of what it could be (making them feel down).

▪︎Another thing to know is what the persons who wake up from a Night Terror tend to be sweating,their heart is beating fast,they feel accelerated,panicked,etc,Knight knowing the implications of what kind of dreams could've,they try to calm down as fast as possible and get the "clouds" out of their head just to "put everything what happened under a rug and don't think about it for the rest of the day" and act like nothing happened to them with the others..... (But fool of them because they can't be holding like this forever isn't?) Sometimes they just go for a walk far away of the others in Heavenhold or play their Lyre (Knight tends to play it late in the nights when they don't really want to sleep) for a while when they wake up early in the morning from those,there were times what Eva,Craig,Loraine or Coco found them playing the Lyre and had a convo with them for a while,luckily avoiding suspicions from them.... (except for Coco and Loraine) but well,how those convos went are to talk for another day.

▪︎Knight rarely had Night Terrors,but after the events what happened in World 10-11 it became a more of an often occurrence.

▪︎The only ones for now what knows about Knight having in fact Night Terrors are Lapice,Coco,Marina,Bianca,Arabelle and Eugene. Knight had this with them (except for Coco) happening in 4 occasions,all of them happening when they had a pajama party,afterall they all were sharing the same room to sleep (3 happened before World 9 and the other one after World 10-11 events),all of them waked up,alerted,by Knight's sounds of "pain" and excessive movement. The girls haven't really tell/mentioned anyone about this happenings because of Knight's "odd request" of not doing so. Also,adding what Knight started to assist way less to their pajamas party after those "incidents".

•Marina understands Knight situation because she also has Night Terrors (but it seldom happens to her).

•Arabelle pretends to gave a f about it,but she actually cares,the way what Knight looks in pain and horror when sleeping,the struggle,is something she can relate to at some extent.... but she doesn't know how to act in this kind of situation so she just tries to ignore it to not feel that feels of "disgusting guilt and pity" according to her (Someone send everyone to therapy fr). Lapice swears what she was this close 🤏🏻 to punch Arabelle when she said that.

•Bianca,worried,offered to help Knight with their Night Terrors with Dream Terapy (and Yuze assisting her if possible) so she could in a way reduce these,afterall is clear what is NOT NORMAL for a person of their age to have Night Terrors with that frequency and neither is good for their mental and psychical health,"Oh Bianca don't worry! I tend to have these a lot,but! I don't really mind it- "YOU WHAT????? WHAT. WHAT YOU MEAN WITH WHAT YOU HAVE THESE A LOT DUMBFACE????" *proceeds to shake them like they were a ragdoll* (also she was the one to tell the others what Knight was having in fact,Night Terrors) . Knight aggressively refused Bianca's idea in a "She touched a nerve" kind of way (thing what surprised her,she knows Knight can be stubborn like a mule when it comes to accept any kind of medic help,but,the way they reacted when she mentioned it.... That made her wonder why they had such reaction to it,it felt so odd...)

•Eugene and Lapice got really worried when it happened the first time,Lapice was hugging Knight and crying when they got up (Knight was honestly confused of such reaction) from it and Eugene was really frightened,both wanted to comfort Knight,according to them when Knight waked up they looked so destroyed.... Like if they just came back from seeing something so horrible,something unspeakable..... But well,friends help friends when they feel bad isn't?,but Knight refused them with telling a "Don't worry about it! It's not a big deal!" to them.

•Coco is actually the one who knew about Knight having Night Terrors before,to me,Knight and Coco have sleepovers together only the two sometimes,they tend to share stuff what they normally don't share to others (you know! Silly secrets✨️),they're very close to eachother,not in a kind of LP and Knight relationship kind of level but yeah! they're very close to eachother,and no,Knight didn't tell to Coco what they're an..... That's a topic very...... complicated to touch....

▪︎Coco,after seeing what her friend situation is going to a worryfing level for her and she really din't knew what was exactly going on,she decided to search what could be the main source of Knight "sleeping problems",she investigated stuff about it and then there is when she learns about what Knight was having "Night Terrors" by the symptoms what they were presenting. Everything was pointing what the reason behind Knight Night Terrors could be because of a "traumatic event what they had before",it could've been Knight's lack of sleeping but a trauma was the most logic reason for a young adult like them to be in that kind of state according to the info she searched.

▪︎Coco told to Knight the current situation what they were having as a way to help them,she also mentioned how trauma affects a person,and how those mold the personality of the person if these happened in their childhood one time. One time. Coco still remembers for a moment,how Knight looked at her when she stopped talking,for a moment,Coco swears what Knight's bright eyes turned sad and tinted themselves in black,soulless and voidless..... Knight never gave her a response about it,actually,Knight never had mentioned something about their childhood or the stuff what happened to them before becoming a Guardian so Knight is for the others a kind of a mystery in that type of topic....A kind of mystery what Coco wants to solve,afterall the whole thing is suspicious as hell! when Knight is asked about stuff related to it,they just,simply doesn't respond it,ignores the question or changes the topic!

▪︎She tried to brush the topic the most what she could to see if they dropped by accident info about it but nothing was get,not even asking directly helped,Knight still shut their mouth about it. -They even reached the point of having an argument about it,and let me tell you what it didn't ended that well....Coco was mad about Knight hiding stuff from her knowing what doing it was clearly affecting them,she wanted to know why,she wanted to help her dear friend,she just can't stand here and see her friend destroy themselves like this,she cares so much of them,SHE TRUSTS KNIGHT,she wanted Knight to tell her their worries and those things what make them cry out loud of how horrible those things were....Like Knight did for her,Knight was the only one who get to hear all of Coco's thoughts,hear her heart,those bad things those good things..... Why Knight didn't want to tell her? They didn't trust her enough?....Why?.....

▪︎They really didn't talk that much to eachother after that,Knight wanted to talk like crazy about it with Coco,she trusts her a lot but it was so hard for them.....Why it was so hard to say?...... An horrible feeling always accompanied them when they tried to think about it....What if she started to look at them in another way?....Knight wanted to fix things out with Coco's friendship at least but the attack of the Invaders of Heavenhold (World 12 events start) ruined that plan for a good chunk of time unfortunately.

I would love to talk about this completely but i would be making a Bible out of this,so i am leaving this here!

#guardian tales #guardian tales angst #knight gt #coco gt #angst #angsty headcanons #MetoGTLore:LET'SMAKEITWORSE!!#sobbing #i'm so normal about them (lying)

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