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milkshakebattlecat · 4 months
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a handy dandy trigger area spawner for if you hate manually setting up the colliders like me! This makes the interactable area into a child on its own layer so there's no funny business in case you need to interact with the parent collider.
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divinector · 10 months
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CSS Gradient Button Hover Animation
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elbrunoc · 10 months
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#VSCode - Create and use Code Snippets 🗒️ in @code
Hi! Code Snippets are super useful and creating your custom Code Snippets is super easy in Visual Studio Code. The official Documentation (see references) explains how to create snippets, with the full details of the JSON file, sections, contents and more. However, there are some extra tips on top of this information that are super useful. Snippet Creator I moved from using Visual Studio Code…
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apaintingfortheartist · 11 months
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Snippet-box: Home Lab Dashboard for Code!
Snippet-box: Home Lab Dashboard for Code! @vexpert #vmwarecommunities #100daysofhomelab #homelabdashboard #selfhosted #markdownsupport #dockercontainer #docker #homelab #codeeditor #snippetbox #codedashboard
I love little self-hosted utilities that are great in what they do and can provide tremendous benefits running them in the home lab. I recently discovered one of those cool little self-hosted container images called Snippet-box. Let’s look at Snippet-box and see what it is and what it does exactly. As we will see, it allows you to create a home lab dashboard for your code! Table of contentsWhat…
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bootstrapcreative · 2 years
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I was recently trying to improve my page load scores and was running into poor performance for LCP and CLS scores. I narrowed things down to most of my blog posts having a featured image floated in the top right. When you viewed the image on mobile the thumbnail didn’t really make sense and wasn’t... Read more » The post Improve Mobile LCP Speed Score by Not Loading Images At Top of Page appeared first on Bootstrap Creative .
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Hero watches the city at night when they spot villain walking out of a bar completely drunk and not being able to even walk properly.
So hero gets worried and tries to bring villain home, that turns out difficult though when they realize that villain is pretty flirty when drunk.
Make it spicy spice✨️
“Watch your step.” The hero caught them before the villain could fall to the ground, however, the villain only laughed, clearly amused as they held onto their saviour.
“Clooooose call.”
“You said it,” the hero answered softly. “Now cool it just a bit, will you? Other people are sleeping.”
“Wanna sleep, too.” The villain turned towards the hero, rather serious out of a sudden and, the hero had to admit, they were a little intimidated by it until the villain’s gaze became very very suggestive. “Wanna sleep with you.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming, sunshine.” For whatever reason, the hero’s grasp tightened on their waist, as if holding onto them could save the villain. However, their nemesis wasn’t aware of the seriousness the hero assigned to the situation. So, they let their hand slip under the hero’s jacket, scratching teasing lines into the sleeve on the hero’s shoulder.
“God, you’re so fit…” the villain mumbled. “Sometimes I forget.”
The hero didn’t mind. Being close to the villain was nice but they weren’t going to use them in a state like this.
“You too, you know,” the hero answered. “You look good.”
“Pff. Suree.” The villain’s delicate fingers slipped under the hero’s shirt and slid down, their bare hand between the hero’s shoulder-blades. It tightened the hero’s shirt around their neck, making it a little uncomfortable to breathe.
They didn’t mind that either. They knew what was going on with the villain. Why they were so touchy.
When they looked at the villain, they grinned, shamelessly so and the hero couldn’t believe they were actually doing this.
Sometimes they could be rather impulsive, they knew that. But quite honestly, they had been worried. For a long time now, the villain hadn’t been doing well. They’d been quiet, had started to wilt like a beautiful flower. Maybe the hero was overthinking this but if they weren’t — and they were quite sure they were not — then the villain was playing with the fire of self-destruction a bit too carelessly. And the hero didn’t even tolerate the tiniest burn.
It saddened them.
“Keep doing that and you won’t walk tomorrow,” the hero joked, secretly adoring the hand where it was drawing circles. It was the kind of intimacy that could only come with love.
“That’s the goal,” the villain mumbled and without a warning, they stopped and pressed a kiss to the hero’s neck. It felt lovely. But the hero knew this couldn’t be love. It was frustration. It was hatred. It was anger. All bottled up in a flask of alcohol.
Carefully, testing the waters, the villain bit down into the hero’s skin and just for a moment, the hero closed their eyes, sighed and came to their senses.
One hand in the villain’s hair, they pulled them away. Their nemesis wanted to say something but the hero was quicker.
“You want to be loved so bad, don’t you?” They looked at the villain, one hand on their lower back, the other gliding to their chest. “You want to be admired so bad that you are willing to go as far as making a fool out of yourself, don’t you? As if laughing with the others makes laughing about you any better.”
The hero looked at their nemesis, their dear nemesis who could be so human at times it scared them.
They felt drawn towards them but the villain wasn’t a black hole, they were a bright star, close to collapsing.
“I—” Despite being drunk, the villain was quiet, staring back at the hero. They made a grimace as if to laugh, so the hero continued.
“You deem yourself worthless. Worth a joke maybe, nothing more. You’re so wrong about that, don’t you know? You drank that much because you feel like a failure, right?” The hero hoped they were wrong, prayed for it even but the villain didn’t answer, they looked at the pavement, their hand still on the hero’s back. “God, you destroy yourself because of it. You walk around, threatening people, building weapons, all of it so they look at you.”
“How’d you know…” The hero took the villain’s hand, squeezing gently.
“As if I haven’t been there before.”
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heart-forge · 2 months
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one thing I think it's vital to remember about templates is that you oughta still get to know them, don't consider them work-done. know what it does, personalize it, change it to suit you better, know how to fix it. templates kinda do the hard work of laying out everything you need in workable order, but the way in which most engines work is that from version to version some things are gunna change and as you get better at coding, you're gunna wanna do things a particular way.
I only say this because I think it would be demoralizing to keep trying to make a game while not knowing your template and just relying on the code to continue working the way you think it's supposed to, because inevitably that changes. consider it thrifted and learn how to make your own repairs and flairs yk.
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brooklynisher · 2 months
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I was gonna say something relating to this post and so I went to look at the lyrics and I realized HEY
THOSE ARE NOT THE LYRICS
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And I was really confused and then I remembered, "Wait, isn't this one of the really really really old songs that they've reworked"
And LO AND BEHOLD IT IS!
The Jon really possessed The Spine with this one
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johnslittlespoon · 2 months
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seven sentence sunday!!
thank you for the tag @nicijones :^)
rule: post seven sentences of your current wip
John is among them, ever competitive and deadly serious about their makeshift baseball games, bruises and road rash a small price to pay for the adrenaline rush of winning. But that doesn’t mean he’s quiet about it as he and Gale walk back to their shared barracks. “That’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow,” John grumbles. Cloth drags over the scratched up skin below his elbow when he pulls his shirt back on, the chill of the night making itself known as sweat dries on his skin. Gale holds back a wince as faint streaks of red graze the side of his shirt, too late to warn him off before he could stain it, but he’s sure John wouldn’t care anyway. “It’d heal quicker if you cleaned it properly,” he says instead, stopping in front of their door, pulling it open and stepping aside to let John walk past. “You gonna patch it up for me, doc?”
tagging @bcolfanfic, @coldblooded-angel, @avonne-writes, @curtsbigspoon and anyone else who wants to but no pressure! <3
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milkshakebattlecat · 6 months
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here's more on how to make an RPG-like text writing system! To complete the text upon key press, you'll want to make two new bools for control and add this^ to your Update function. Checking for typeTextCoroutineRunning will prevent you from setting inputDetected true when the text isn't even being written.
For the input detection, you can choose to look for any key press you like; I like to use anyKeyDown which picks up any key press as well as mouse clicks.
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then just add these checks to the TypeText function and it should work accordingly!
to note, however you go about displaying text, you'll want to make sure that two TypeText routines don't run at the same time or you'd get some weird results. for my use, I have another coroutine which calls TypeText and waits for it to finish before proceeding to whatever needs to happen next. like this:
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mirrorofliterature · 7 months
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pushing my autistic percy weasley agenda
as you do
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Percy is half-heartedly working on his Charms essay: he may be an exemplary student, but that doesn’t mean he finds studying easy all the time.
Tonight, it is a drag, his brain fighting him every step. Oliver and Penelope think that he probably has a muggle disorder called autism. They’re probably right, Percy has never been like everyone else, but for all his father fawns over Muggle inventions, his parents would never deign to think that something muggle could touch a wizard.
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divinector · 10 months
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Bootstrap 5 Homepage with video background
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perplexingly · 8 months
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I have fallen into a rabbit hole how do I get out
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koifsssh · 7 months
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LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. I WATCHED THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS AND I HAD A VISION.
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npc rainy...
he is supposed to be friend shaped, acts as a sort of friendly face to make the place less empty and lonely! someone you can talk to whenever you want!
of course such ai has to come from somewhere! let's just say he's "recycled"!
err... don't let him learn that though!
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bloos-bloo · 3 months
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This is kinda based off BBH’s stream today btw- more specifically, the scene where he has a memory lapse with the pillagers:
The night sky gently brushed through the windows. It’s soft light nudging it’s way throughout the room. The demon laid on a sleeping bag in the middle of this spiral tower. It’s been a day- spending time with his roommates, learning that he’s stuck on an island, learning that there’s bears and rabbits that act like a government. It was great.
Yet the uneasy feeling he had when he locked eyes with a lone pillager. It’s crossbow pointed directly at the demon. Bad tossed and turned on the sleeping cot- his hands slowly gripping onto his pillow.
A memory of endless white snow piling up underneath a vast black sky. His breathe clouding up his vision as he watched his blood spill over the floor, nearly matching the red carpet below. In front of him- a top hat backed into a corner. His little hands holding up a sword that was 2x as big as her.
“NO!” Bad shouted as his body collapsed. Waking up in a red bed surrounded by white pillows. He ran towards the mansion.
“Dapper! Crawl to the entrance!” The demon shouted, a pillager swiftly plunging arrows into his back.
“FUDGE!” He cried- his body limp on the floor. “Dapper- Crawl! You have to CRAWL!”
The demon continued shouting.
Watching in agony as his son held up her sword. The pillager knocking him down- the clang of the metal ringing throughout the room.
“NO!! DAPPER PLEASE!” Bad screamed, once again waking up with a jolt on the red bed. White pillows, cloudy breath.
“CRAWL TO THE ENTRANCE!”
The demon ran.
The image of the pillager’s smile as it drove a sword through his back.
The image of the little egg forced into a corner.
The image of her eyes welling up with tears.
The Vindicator stepping towards her.
Blood stains.
Dapper was slain by a Vindicator
“NO!” He wept, his knees weak from the message. “NO NO NO- DAPPER!!”
The demon cried, wiping his eyes as his fists slammed into the snow below. He felt a little tug as he beat at the ground. Each tug growing more frantic than the last.
“NO! NO NO!” He screamed, thinking the pillagers and vindicator found him outside. His fists going wild on the ground. He felt his hands be pinned- his eyes streaming at this point.
“DAPPER!”
He felt his palm being forced open, rapid tapping followed soon after.
“I’m here!”
Bad gasped as his eyes shot wide open. The sleeping bag underneath him nearly ripped to shreds- the remains of it left over his claws.
It took a minute before his vision caught up with his brain. His tears still streaming down his face as he looked up. In front of him, holding his palm in her tiny hands- messy hair and tear filled eyes, was Dapper. Next to her, a concerned filled expression- red and blue blushed cheeks and neatly braided locks, was Pomme.
“I’m here. I’m here. It’s- It’s ok.. It was all a bad dream.” Dapper continued to tap on Bad’s palm. Bad taking the time to recollect his breath and wipe the tears away.
“I- I’m sorry. Was I too loud-? I didn’t- mean to wake you two…” He trailed.
Pomme shook her head, Dapper continued tapping. “No, it’s ok. We heard you calling me- and- we knew you were in distress.”
Bad clutched the tattered sleeping mat, “I- Thank you.. I never- had someone.. care so much about me.”
Pomme smiled. Holding up a little sign for her father to read. “Would you like for us to stay with you?”
The demon winced- he didn’t want to be a bother. Especially with how well these two have been treating him.
“I- I wouldn’t want to bother you guys- I’ll be fi-“
“Nope. We’re staying.” Dapper interrupted. Next thing he knew, both kids were lying on each side of the creature. Their faces carefully nudged on each side.
Bad felt a small ping in his chest- for some reason, this felt familiar. Everything about this felt right- but he couldn’t place why. He carefully laid back, his eyes gazing over the star decorations. The sun’s early morning light carefully kissing it hello.
The demon couldn’t help but wrap an arm around each child.
He smiled, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you- kids.”
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