#Portable Binocular

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Portable Binocular

If you are looking for the best portable binocular, there are several factors to consider, including size, magnification, objective lens diameter, optical quality, durability, and price. it considers factors such as magnification, objective lens diameter, field of view, eye relief, waterproofing, and durability. It's also important to try out binoculars in person if possible to assess their comfort, ergonomics, and optical performance before making a purchase.

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The ultimate guide to choosing your perfect binoculars: A detailed comparison of three top-performing binoculars

Introduction

Whether you are a sports fan, nature lover, or bird watcher, choosing binoculars can significantly impact your viewing experience. Today, we’ll compare three impressive options that cater to different needs and preferences.

Key features:

· Ultra-lightweight and foldable design

· Multi-coated lenses for bright, sharp images

· IP67 waterproof and fog proof construction

· Excellent low-light performance

· One-handed operation

It is ideal for opera tours, travel, and sporting events. And casual outdoor activities where portability is important

Power Packed: 25X30 HD Binoculars The 2024 upgraded version brings professional-grade features to the desk with its remarkable 25x magnification. These binoculars offer outstanding lengthy-distance viewing skills, with clear visibility up to seven hundred toes away and a field of view of 411 feet/1000 yards.

Standout Features:

· Professional BAK4 prism for superior colouration accuracy

· 20mm big eyepieces for more desirable brightness

· IPX7 waterproof rating

· Included telephone adapter and rotating tripod

· Slightly heavier at 0.6 pounds, however nonetheless compact

Best For: Long-distance shooting, hunting, and intense bird watching, where the highest magnification is preferred.

Specific features:

· Excellent low-light performance thanks to special glass

· Large 23mm eyepiece for a 1.5x larger image size

· Argon-pure for ultimate waterproofing.

Professional prisms with a BAK4 dielectric coating

· Camel construction with rubber armour

Ideal for: Serious bird watching, professional hunting, and nature observation where high-quality images are crucial.

Comparison overview:

Magnification:

· 15x25: Well-balanced for general use.

· 25x30: Maximum magnification for very long distances.

· 12x42: Best for detailed inspection.

Low-light display:

· 15x25: Great.

· 25x30: best

· 12x42: Best (with extra glass and larger objective lens)

Portability:

· 15x25: Most compact (0.5 lbs.)

· 25x30: Very portable (0.6 lbs.)

· 12x42: Bigger but manageable.

Price point (cost of features):

· 15x25: very economical

· 25x30: Mid-range with excellent features.

Advice:

For the consumer, the 15x25 offers perfect portability and performance for general use. Because of this, it is ideal for travellers and infrequent users.

For those interested, the 25x30 HD model offers outstanding magnification and modern features, such as a phone adapter. It is suitable for recording observations.

The 12x42 model is a great option for hunters and serious nature observers because it provides exceptional optical performance and durability for professionals.

Final Thoughts: Unique Benefits. And your choice may depend on your specific expectations. Considers the intended use. Frequency of use: Will you be carrying them for long periods? The 15x25 is excellent for general use and travel, the 25x30 works well in the long telephoto range, and the 12x42 offers the best overall optical performance. Particularly under difficult lighting circumstances

Conclusion

Remember that the best binoculars are tailored to your specific needs and usage patterns. Consider your main job and choose accordingly.

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“Secrets behind the shadows”

Pairing: Ghostface Sam Carpenter x Ghostface fem!reader

Warning: +18, smut slightly, knee thing, blood, stafed, car crash, mention of brain damage, attempt to use neutral pronouns, 50% of this is not very serious.

Summary: The murders in New York continue but apparently, these new killers are not very close each other as the previous ones used to be, being a victim of our dear group of friends, a living statement of what happened.

Word count: 6.8k

To clarify: Everything that happened in the last movie is canon here just for the detail that Ethan was never ghostface and is alive.

The house had been completely empty for a couple of hours now, and you already knew it. You had been following her practically all afternoon without her noticing.

Her girlfriend had already left a while ago, which was the perfect time to get out of your car and head towards her house.

You hid in some bushes that were in the backyard of the house with the perspective of the large window that was in front of you. You could see most of the first floor.

During the morning, you parked your car near her house and took a quick look for your hiding spot during the call you would make to her at night. And the only perfect places were in the bushes in the backyard and in the space between the front door and the window.

At the window, you were much closer to the house, you could hear her footsteps and movements very well. But it was very blurry to see, that's why you chose to be in the yard.

You took out your binoculars and monitored her for several minutes waiting for the perfect moment to stalk. As you waited, you put on the black tunic with sparkles even with the binoculars in your hand.

You had always worn black pants and boots which made it easy for people not to suspect you.

.

.

You were getting tired of waiting. Waiting for what exactly? You didn't know, but you always demanded it from yourself. You always wanted the murders to be perfect, but they never turned out the way you expected.

It's true, you've never been suspected or caught red-handed. But you failed, you always failed because of the same damn person.

With your free hand, you touched your waist to feel your weapons that were still with you until you saw that she sat comfortably on the couch.

This was your chance.

You threw the binoculars somewhere in the yard while you quickly put on the mask which had a small circular device glued inside with a firm cloth that made your voice change.

You took out the phone ready to dial her number, which was already on the screen all day, ready for this moment.

You placed the speaker phone close to the mask's mouth, observing every little detail of her through the window.

Your finger was just a few inches away from touching the call button when another call from inside the house interrupts you, completely taking you out of your thoughts.

You sigh heavily as you watch her get up from the armchair she was barely able to stay on to grab the portable phone that was on the wall.

You reluctantly put your hand under your tunic to put the phone in your pants pocket.

You watch her mouth move as she speaks and hear a muffled murmur. Her expression was soft and a little odd, so you try to sharpen your hearing to hear better.

Failing successfully, you move delicately and cautiously to be closer to the window. Placing yourself on the wall where the glass ends as your back slides down against it.

It was still difficult to hear the call and you could only hear her voice.

After a tense moment of sudden silence, you tilt your head slightly towards the window to see what was happening.

You see her back, her body was tense and trembling slightly.

You continue to look at her until you hear the famous words and that easy-to-recognize tone of voice.

“Do you like scary movies?”

You clench your robes tightly with your hands as you put your back and head against the wall again, realizing that the other ghostface returned to stalk and harass the same person as you again.

“Oh hell nah, no this dude again” You whisper, dragging your fists from your head back as you clench your jaw trying to keep your cool. Clearly you had completely lost it.

The memories of your last three murders not being perfect for you because another ghostface comes along and you don’t even know who is behind that damn mask, come back to your mind.

The constant thought of your plans going just as you planned until this guy came along and practically stole your victims, was irritating you more and more.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. THIS MOTHERFUCKER!” you raise your voice more and more but still in a whisper as you writhe around punching and kicking at nothing.

You let out a loud, muffled groan as you bite your lower lip to suppress the irritated scream you were about to give.

You stop throwing tantrums when you hear her answer the questions you should have asked her, not that guy who also called himself ghostface.

At this point you were already pissed off.

You already knew the routine of these calls, and since you were furious you decided to act before time.

You grab a large rock that was in the flowerpot next to you, stand up and stealthily back away from the window without her seeing you. You play with the rock in your hand for a moment and then throw it with all your strength against the large glass, breaking it instantly.

You watch fascinated as the glass falls to pieces on the floor.

She quickly turns around upon hearing the deafening sound and completely paralyzes upon seeing you outside her house.

Completely terrified, she trembles, dropping the phone to the ground. Meanwhile, you slowly tilt your head to the side before running out of there.

She loses sight of you and instinctively begins to back away with clumsy and weak steps, until she bumps into something.

She turns her head and sees over her shoulder the other ghostface behind her who quickly raises their knife to kill her.

You circle the house with quick steps to enter through the front door. But when you arrive, you see that it is completely open.

You lean out, holding on to the door frame while scanning the living room with your eyes, cursing yourself internally for taking so long.

It was completely messy compared to how you had seen it a few seconds ago.

Broken flowerpots and glass, the armchair fallen backwards and several broken or fallen chairs. There were holes in the walls and you could deduce that they were from the knife and the poor aim of the other killer.

You clench your fists tightly as you raised them to bring them to your face. All of this was trying to fill up the little patience you had, until you heard in the distance a sound of metal hitting some surface, followed by some pleading screams.

The other killer was two steps above you again, again. Them always managed to get on your nerves.

You sighed heavily as you hit the wall with the side of your fist before heading to wherever you heard the noise.

The noises grew louder as you entered the house. You were ready to take out the knife and stab anything or anyone that crossed your path.

When you reached the kitchen through one of the hallways, you found them.

You stood still watching as she ran and dodged the stabs of the supposed killer.

It seemed like neither of them noticed your presence as she walked out of the kitchen down the opposite hallway to you, heading up the stairs.

You went after the other killer as them followed her.

They hadn't really noticed your existence at the time until you grabbed their heel and yanked them down hard, causing them to fall and slide down the stairs.

You quickly stepped over them, intentionally stepping on their hand.

You chuckled as you heard their gasp of pain as you mockingly gave them the middle finger. “sucker”

You shook your head, wanting to forget about the other killer for a moment so you could focus your attention on your real victim.

You hear a door slam shut and you turn to where the sound came from. With quick steps you approach the door and turn the handle to try to open it.

You forcefully push your shoulder against the door when it wouldn't open.

The girl inside the room lets out a gasp as she hears the continuous banging.

She moves a drawer to try and block the door and you, hearing the noise, bang faster and harder until a glass vase crashes into your nape, breaking instantly.

You put a hand to the back of your head as you gasp and turn around to find the other ghostface running towards you with their knife in their hand.

Them tries to slash your shoulder, but you dodge it by moving to the left to run down the hallway.

“Your goal was to kill the girl. You didn’t have to be distracted by the other guy,” you reproached yourself as you looked for the other door that led to the room.

A knife flew over your shoulder, ripping the fabric of your robe, making a superficial wound.

You stop abruptly as you see it was nailed to the wall in front of you. You swallow hard at the thought that at the end of the day, them was better than you.

You hissed in pain as the blood spread slowly.

You didn't have time to react when the ghostface had already reached you pushing you against the wall.

You lean on your forearms and quickly turn to them to find him with their arm raised, ready to stab you.

You grab their wrist tightly to try to stop their hand that was going straight for your shoulder.

Gasping when you realized that them had much more strength than you, then grabbed your tunic to bring you closer to them.

You grunt in pain when the tip of their knife finally touches your shoulder, the same shoulder that them had thrown the knife at you before.

You clench your jaw and groan as you put a hand on their chest to push them away from you.

Having your hand there, you felt a lump, not knowing what it was until you realized it was a breast.

“You are… a girl?” you stuttered in a whisper.

You froze for a few seconds. It had never occurred to you that the impostor in all of this, the one who ruined your plans, the one who made you frustrated was a woman. And having your hand on her chest, even if it wasn't with that intention, this was getting you all mixed up.

She chuckled taking advantage of your vulnerable state to bury the knife even further. For some reason, she didn't do anything to get your hand off her chest.

Your head hits the wall hard as you hiss and groan in pain, starting to blur with your racing heart.

She abruptly pulls out the knife and you get dizzy from the lack of pressure and the blood you were losing.

Everything around you was spinning and you see how she is about to stab you again.

With a clumsy and quick movement you raise your knee and hit her hard in the crotch causing her to gasp and writhe in pain.

You stood still for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath as you squeezed the badly opened wound with your hand and then ran with difficulty towards your main purpose.

You didn't know if it was because you wanted to finish what you started or because you are a big girl lover but you no longer had that need to fight her.

Yes, you were going to kill another girl and being a woman doesn't stop you. But that ghostface was strong, taller than you, lots of fighting skills. She was literally your type.

“She might have muscles” you thought. Shook your head to forget all the thoughts you had about her.

You reached the other corner of the hallway where the other door was to enter the room.

You hit it with your good shoulder again several times while you hear murmurs of despair inside it, until it opens.

Your victim shout upon seeing you. She was sitting in a corner, her face dripping with blood. She had clearly fought against the other ghostface.

She was holding a piece of iron in one hand and, unfortunately for you, she had a phone in the other.

She had called someone, she definitely had.

She shivers and screams as she sees your slow, clumsy steps towards her. Your shoulder still hurt, but that didn't stop you from finishing what you started.

She was totally terrified.

She throws the phone towards you, but you don't move, you just let yourself receive the blow that didn't even hurt.

She screams and holds the iron with both hands when you were a few steps away from her.

She couldn't stop sobbing and her tears fell down her cheek, mixing with the blood dripping from her forehead. She was pale.

She tries to hit you with the iron when you were close enough, but you grab it immediately.

Without wasting any more time, you grab the iron tightly while with your other hand you push her to deeply bury the knife in her collarbone.

This whole setback with the other killer who happened to be a woman was delaying you more than you thought, and you were happy that this victim was killed by your own hands.

Her shouts of pain were the only thing you could hear in the room as you grabbed her other shoulder and stabbed her stomach.

The knife went in and out full of blood.

You, the floor and her were all covered in blood.

She had stopped fighting for her life a while ago, but she was still alive.

You managed to hear footsteps coming from behind you and you ducked down just as a knife was coming towards your head.

“She took too long” you thought.

You elbowed back knowing that the other killer was there. You didn’t want to fight her but you would have to if you wanted to survive.

You punched her stomach making her squirm slightly. This gave you time to compose yourself and turn around to grab her shoulder and stab her thigh.

She groan as you dig the knife in deeper.

She weakly grabs your shoulders and hits your head with hers, making you stagger back and hit the corner of the wall.

She screams as she pulls your knife out of her thigh. Her jeans get stained with blood as she pulls the knife towards your face

You closed your eyes tightly in reflex.

Your breathing hitched as you felt the tip on your forehead, but fortunately, the mask had protected you from your possible brain hemorrhage.

In the distance, you could hear the police siren that was slowly getting louder.

Both of you looked at the window in astonishment where you could see the bright blue and red colors.

You quickly pulled the knife out of your forehead and took advantage of her being distracted to push her, causing her to fall.

With quick steps, you climbed onto a box to open the window.

You were about to escape until you felt her close the window on your torso, leaving half of you inside and half of you outside.

You yell as you try to open the window and hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

You were sweating from the adrenaline until you feel her open the window again with the purpose of closing it again.

When the weight of the window fades, you take the opportunity to kick her stomach hard, causing her to stagger and fall, without getting her to close it again.

This gives you time to completely get your body out of there with the intention of leaving as quickly as possible, without first giving her the finger. “asshole”

Then you close the window from the outside, leaving her inside with the polices who were seconds away from entering.

The next morning you woke up a little earlier than usual. You couldn't sleep peacefully throughout the night.

You woke up every now and then because of the pain in your shoulder, and as you went back to disinfecting your wound, you thought about the woman who managed to cut it open.

So there you were, lying in your bed, limbs outstretched, staring up at the ceiling as you went over all the events of the night before. From her stabbing her weapon into the wall in front of you to you arriving at your apartment to bandage your badly injured shoulder.

The sounds of notifications from your phone seemed to slowly fade from your hearing, making all you heard and thought about was your beating heart and her.

You didn't know how to feel about it with the constant thought of what had happened to her after you had left and left her inside with the cops.

“You should feel good to have a weight off your shoulders” you told yourself, but the lingering thought of her was making you more of an overthinker than usual.

“If Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman, and Queen Baley were incredibly sexy, why couldn’t this ghostface be too?” You were rambling on until the sound of a missed call brought you back to reality.

You groaned as you rubbed your face with both hands trying to clear any daydreams before laying on your side to grab your phone that was on the nightstand.

You turn on your phone and frown as you see that you have over 50 messages and 3 calls from the same group.

You reluctantly scroll down in order to get to the main message to read, even if it’s just a few. You were very lazy when it came to reading backlogs.

“Guys, he’s back”

As you read this message from Tara your smile widens with pride. Now you can assume that all those messages were about you and your awesome crime scene.

There you were, at 10 a.m, wearing a vest that was uncomfortably larger than your normal size, sitting on the grass of Blackmore College with your other friends, pretending to be worried as you listened to Chad talk rapidly about the poorly recounted events of the night before.

It was already a habit for you that Mindy called them to meet at the university to talk about the murders that were happening even though you didn't attend it.

You joined the group of friends a few months after the Bailey's murders, and from there you were able to adapt to some of their habits and customs such as this one.

Although they clearly distrusted you at first because of the latest events, but little by little you were able to gain some of their trust even though there was still some tension.

You looked around to capture the reactions of the rest while you muffled Chad's voice in your mind. Tara was just as worried or even more worried than her boyfriend, she was standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder to give him some support.

Ethan was sitting next to you with his hands tangled in the grass. You could see in his expression that he was scared, but not because of the murders but because of something else.

Then there was Sam, her expression was peaceful as he stared at a fixed point.

No matter how hard you tried, you could never know what was going through her mind. She was always cautious with her emotions and you could understand why she was.

No matter how much you wanted to connect, or rather, understand her emotionally it was impossible. She was too cautious, even when you both were alone, away from other people, in an intimate space.

As you delicately removed her sports shirt and her soft hands desperately played with the zipper of your pants to then discard her clothes and kiss desperately. Still, you couldn't see through her soul.

It was already customary for her to look into your eyes, with those beautiful eyes full of hunger and need that just by looking at them you already knew what she needed, what both of you needed from the other.

And after having traveled all over her body, from her thigh to her chest, with soft movements like feathers, listening to each gasp and each sound of her, like a blink, you woke up the next morning with the empty space and the persistent aroma of her winged body next to yours in bed.

But at the end of the day, they were just encounters without feelings in between. You had already clarified things from the first moment she was naked on top of you.

But the specific part of 'no feelings' was being difficult to achieve every time you saw her.

Yes, it was difficult to understand her, but you could not deny the small flutter that happened in your heart when you were together.

Although lately you have moved away from those intimate moments. The murders took up most of your time and mind to have time to think about your feelings for her.

But you can’t deny that you miss the feeling of her skin against yours, you wonder if she thinks the same.

You found yourself staring at her for a few seconds, and she noticed, fixing her gaze on you. But, luckily, a voice coming from your right side snapped you out of your thoughts, making you instantly shake your head and look away from her, trying to erase the slight blush from your cheeks.

“Wait, Mindy what?” Ethan says with genuine surprise.

Chad tries to hold back his tears as he nods weakly. You could now tell that the person who always made these unexpected meetings wasn’t here.

“This morning a police came to the department saying that Mindy had had a serious accident while driving back home…” he takes a breath before continuing. His eyes fill with tears, but refuses to cry.

“The police clarifies that the two rear wheels had clean and straight cuts…” he swallowed hard to prepare himself for what was coming “and that because of the slight blood stains on the wheel… they managed to assume that it was from a knife”

Everyone’s blood ran cold upon hearing Chad, even you.

This information caught you off guard; you had never planned to do that to her, much less hurt her. Genuinely, she was one of your favorite people in the group.

Everyone looked at each other worried about what happened while Chad took some time to compose himself.

“I tried to contact all of you… and the only one who answered my calls was Tara”

She was at his side gently rubbing his shoulder in a form of silent support.

“Then we went to the nearest hospital where she was” Tara says.

Each one tried to process the information in their own way until you raised your head and looked at both of them with feigned anguish.

“And her girlfriend, is she with her right now?” You look around lightly but can't find her in sight.

This lying thing was something you were very good at.

Chad falls silent again as he looks at the floor. The others immediately understand what happened to her.

“She is more serious than Mindy” Tara answered when she saw that her boyfriend couldn’t do it “She received multiple stab wounds in the abdomen and collarbone”

Ethan and Sam were paralyzed as they processed everything, at the same time that you pretended to be shocked with disbelief at the news.

“They are both in the same hospital, but she didn’t wake up until a few hours ago” Tara continues.

Sam nodded with genuine concern “How is she? Is she still okay? Is she conscious?”

Chad shakes his head “She is still very terrified with all this ghostface stuff. From the little she was able to say, it cleared up our suspicions”

“There are two of them?” Ethan asks skeptically.

Chad and Tara nod “Yes, but she says they are very different from how the rest of the killers had been” says Chad.

“What do you mean?” asks Sam.

“She confesses that they mostly fought each other instead of attacking her and that's why she managed to call the police” Tara says.

You swallow hard at the truth in her words. She would have died that same night if you hadn't fully dedicated yourself to fighting the mysterious ghstface.

“They don't have a plan together, they come separately” you mutter to yourself to gather your thoughts.

Chad nods within earshot, agreeing with you.

The silence was tense as everyone tried to gather their racing minds after that huge news.

You raise your head to give your opinion, but for a few seconds, which seemed like hours, you lock eyes with Sam and a glint is reflected in her eyes that makes your reasoning fail. You didn't want to give in to your own desires.

Tara manages to notice Sam's intense gaze towards you, and her expression changes to one of curiosity.

It was rare for others to see them interact; In fact, they had never seen them be together for a long time.

“So… where were you last night y/n?” her voice was slightly hesitant, her gaze flickering to Sam for a moment before landing on you.

“I was at a party with Ethan,” your voice was calm but firm as you made eye contact with her.

In part, it was true. You were with Ethan for the first few hours of the night at a party at a big house owned by some acquaintance of his. But you left much earlier, when he was already starting to get intoxicated with drugs and alcohol.

He wouldn’t notice if you weren’t there so that was your alibi.

Ethan nodded softly as Tara looked at him to check if it was true.

“And you Sam?” she asked, gently turning her head towards Sam. Their small interaction of gazes made her a little suspicious of the two of you.

“Now you’re going to take Mindy’s place and interrogate us and blame us all?” you snapped.

Tara always complained every time Mindy made her assumptions and now she was doing the same, but in a different way was very hypocritical of her.

“What did you do last night Sam?” she asked again in a firmer and more incriminating way this time, without first giving you a withering look.

Sam snorted as she adjusted her baggy pants. It seemed as if they stuck to the side of her leg.

It was not common for her to wear one of those, but it was not the time to ask.

“I was at the gym the whole time, or don't you remember that it was you who took me before leaving to who knows where?” she answered in a bad way and somewhat annoyed.

It was normal for Tara to talk to her like that, but it was the first time she did it impulsively to blame her for something.

Tara's expression was one of indignant astonishment as she frowned.

“I was at a friend's house all night. Chad knows exactly what I did all night, unlike other people” she emphasized the last word raising her voice and looking directly at Sam.

Sam was noticeably a little irritated by all the accusations from her own sister.

“What do you mean?” she was starting to get pissed off and her voice was harsher than usual.

Tara shrugged trying not to say her true thoughts when everyone clearly noticed.

Sam snorted reluctantly as she rolled her eyes. “Then I came home with Ethan and helped him inside. He has had too much to drink.”

Ethan nods guiltlessly, affirming what happened again.

Tara hums for a moment, trying to connect everything in her mind “what time was that?”

Sam got fed up with the massive interrogation that was only coming her way.

“I have no fucking idea what time I got here, ask him if he has any memory” she was pissed off as she pointed her head at Ethan.

And without saying another word, she gathered her things and turned to leave.

Everyone watched her leave, but no one did anything to get her to come back.

The guys had told you that at first Sam was someone extremely concerned about others. But the Sam you got to know seemed the complete opposite.

She was still concerned about the people she loves, but in her own way. A very different way than what you had been told.

“What do we do now?” Ethan hesitantly broke the silence.

After that, they went back to talking in more detail about what happened to Mindy and her girlfriend. During all that time, you had to pretend to be amazed and worried about them, but in reality, the only thing that occupied your mind at that moment, were the incredible abilities of that ghostface.

The night came and you were hiding somewhere in the parking lot while you made a call to your next victim who, luckily for you, was showing signs of intoxication. Ethan Landry.

You had just hung up and you saw in the distance how he looked desperately everywhere, feeling his own fear.

His steps were slow and uncoordinated. The anxiety and anguish were greater than the last time he felt it, when he was blamed countless times for being the man behind the slaughter.

You approach slowly, stopping behind each car as you get closer to him.

He looks around cautiously, his skin bristling with the tension of what is about to happen.

You sneak up behind him, just as he turns around, when you hear a noise that you yourself made to distract him.

You wrap your arm around his neck, taking him by surprise, applying strong pressure to knock the air out of him.

He tries to fight back, awkwardly hitting your elbow and shoulder while, with a quick movement, you pull out your knife and bury it in the side of his abdomen.

He groans and clenches his jaw the instant he feels the sharp tip of your weapon inside him.

You tighten your grip on him even more until you hear a car engine starting up very close to where you were.

You pull your gun out of him, making him gasp as you turn around to see where the sound is coming from. The parking lot was almost empty, with only a few cars in sight.

The car began to purr with a low, repetitive sound, and suddenly turned on powerful lights that forced you to squint, leaving you blinded for an instant.

You cursed yourself internally as you realized the vehicle was parked just a few steps away from you.

The car's engine roared louder, vibrating in the air as the driver prepared to accelerate. A chill ran down your spine as you realized he was determined to run over you and Ethan.

In an instant, the car let out a deafening scream as you stepped on the accelerator, its wheels screeching. With an almost instinctive impulse, you let go of Ethan and jumped back as the car lunged forward, violently crashing into a nearby pillar.

Your breathing quickened as your gaze moved from the car to Ethan on the ground who, despite his condition, had done the same.

You huff in frustration and look back at the car, realizing there was no one inside. A lump forms in your throat as you realize what that means.

She’s here.

You shake your head, trying to clear it. You didn’t want her to steal another victim from you, so you decide to approach Ethan with quick movements.

You were a few inches away from him when you sharpen your hearing and hear footsteps approaching from behind. Certainty washes over you: it was her.

“How was it possible she was here after how last night ended?” you mutter to yourself, incredulous.

With the knife in hand, you quickly turn around, ready to stab her chest. But she’s faster and catches your wrist with a force, making you gasp in frustration.

In an instant, you feel the cold steel in her other hand; she is already prepared for combat. You know you don't want to fight her, but if you have to, you will.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ethan crawling out of there.

You kick her ankle, causing her to instantly let go of you and limp away. You turn around with quick movements to stab him roughly in the back.

He grunts in pain as he trembles as you place your other palm on the back of the knife handle to push it deeper into him, causing him to instantly collapse with a cry of pain.

You fail to get your knife out of him in time as you are roughly pushed away, causing you to fall straight to the floor.

Your head bounced against the cold cement, feeling the beginnings of dizziness.

You tried to place your hands on her chest to push her back, but she was faster, sitting on top of you with all her weight on you while grabbing you tightly by the wrists, and with a sudden movement, she placed her hands on your head, immobilizing you.

At that moment, the mask covering your face slid up revealing your face.

You turn your head to look away from her, trying not to let her recognize you.

“Y/n?” You hear her deep voice of amazement at the modifier. You curse yourself internally for getting her to recognize you.

She tries to look at you while you move hard trying to get out of her grip until you feel her hand soften on your wrists.

You take the opportunity to get out of her grip and with quick movements, grab her wrist with which she had a knife pointing at your stomach, and her shoulder to push yourself forward and move her roughly, causing her to be under you now.

She didn’t seem to protest or defend herself from your movements, which seemed strange to you.

Now you were the one straddling her as you snatched her knife from her hand and pointed it at her neck. Your messy hair falling over your shoulders.

You didn’t want to do this, but your impulses and adrenaline told you to do it. You were trying to convince yourself that you were doing it out of self-defense.

The tip touched her neck and her hands desperately climbed up to your forearm.

You found it strange that her grip wasn’t to push you away from her, but to keep you in place, so that you wouldn’t keep moving it.

“Wait, wait, hold on!” She begs with hurried and desperate words as her grip tightens “Don’t do it, it’s me!”

For some reason you feel like you have to let her vent.

One of her hands lets go of you and slowly makes its way to her mask which she carefully removed knowing that any wrong move would get you attacked.

You were ready to push all your strength against her neck until you froze and shocked to see that the person who made your life impossible, who left you in a bad mood by not being able to kill your victims at will, who had received many blows from her, was the same one with whom you had spent many intimate moments.

“Sam?…” your voice was almost audible as you loosened your grip making the knife fall gently on her neck.

Sam hissed softly as the knife made a slight wound, making a small, not so serious line of blood as she nodded.

You were paralyzed as you tried to process this whole revelation. Even though you had her in front of you, it was still impossible to believe.

You parted your lips trying to speak, but the only thing that came out were incoherent stutters. You didn't know what to say or do at this moment, your mind was racing and the only thing you knew for sure was that she looked very pretty.

“It was you all along…” You said in a breathless whisper, breaking the deafening silence.

She nods and puts her hands on your thighs softly. “I didn’t know it was you either” she chuckles lightly.

Even through those leather gloves, you felt her warm gesture. “why did you…”

“if I had known, I wouldn’t have done it” she interrupts you. She didn’t want to have a long talk with you about why she does it. “I swear”

You could feel that her words were pure truth, but given the conditions, it was hard for you to accept it.

You stayed silent for a moment. Thousands of things were going through your mind. Every moment of fighting you had had without knowing it was her, every grudge and anger you had felt.

Suddenly a smile appeared on your face that soon turned into a soft laugh. “Oh man” you bring a hand to your temple.

She smiles back at you “You sure know how to kick hard” she teases a little to relieve the little tension there was.

You nod as you get up from her hips to shake her hand.

“Yes, I know” a smile still lingering on your face as she took your hand and you helped her stand up “How did you manage to get out?”

“I'll just tell you that there was more blood than before and a window next to her bed” she said playfully as you watched her fix her robe.

The adrenaline of the moment had left you completely assumed that you had left her locked up with all those policemen that you hadn't thought of that option, which made you laugh.

“Well, I'm really sorry”

She shook “it's okay, neither of you knew the other was ghostface”

You nod seeing her beautiful smile at your shared jokes even though there were many times when you were about to kill the other.

You missed her.

You looked into each other's eyes with a smile. You recognized that typical look of hers that with its brightness said how much she loved you.

“I should go” She breaks the silence giving you a soft goodbye smile before turning around to leave.

She's not far from you when you take a few steps, you firmly grab her wrist to turn her around and pull her towards you and join your lips.

She sighs against your lips, taking her by surprise this act, but she immediately reciprocates the kiss by putting a hand on your cheek to bring you closer to her.

Your lips parted as a reflex, letting her tongue slide past you, gasping instantly as both of your tongues met.

Your mind went cloudy and all you could think about was how much you wanted to have her in your bed like last time.

You brought a hand to her lower back to join your bodies making her gasp and smile against your lips.

The kiss quickly became more and more intense, as if your lives depended on it.

She walked forward forcing you to back up until you felt the side of the car's hood hit it, causing a thud.

You chuckled at the feel of it on your butt, but didn't break away from the kiss.

Your hand moved down the lines of her butt to move to the side and firmly touch her thigh.

She pulled away slightly to give a sharp gasp that you interpreted as pain rather than pleasure.

You felt something wet above the fabric when you touched her there but the heat of the moment made you not take it too seriously.

You took in every detail for a few seconds, every corner of her face flushed as if you wanted to memorize it, until she leaned down to kiss your jaw.

You leaned back, bracing your hands on the car as her kisses trailed down your neck.

Your gasps intensify as her moist, slightly parted lips are on your skin. They felt like heaven.

Her hand moves to rest on top of yours as you tangle your fingers in her hair as you feel her tongue dart out to lick the kiss marks she left behind.

Her breathing was just as fast as yours as you dropped your head down to reveal more of your neck to her.

As if in the blink of an eye, her leg found its way to your crotch, pressing her knee against your core which made you moan softly and tighten your grip on her hair.

I hope Sam lovers (like me) like this fic and if there is any badly written part let me know because the translator is really shitty 😸

[arcane-strangeness]

im going to *assume* they just picked the cheapest option lmao

love the extended family but when i said i wanted an instant camera, or money to start saving up for an instant camera, i did not mean: a toy clearly labeled as 3+ that advertises games and a music player meant to keep a child occupied. it does print picture, in black and white, and very poor quality

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Stargazing (Fluff)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

Warnings: Spelling and cutie Donnie💜

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The city skyline glittered under the vast canvas of the night sky as you and Donatello stood atop a high-rise building. The cool breeze rustling through the fabric of your clothes causing you to shiver slightly. Maybe you should have brought a thicker jacket. Or a hoodie.

Your boyfriend, Donatello, had brought you with him up to the rooftop, to show you his latest invention, that he held against his eye pointing towards the stars. It looked like a normal pair of binoculars, except for extra wires sticking out here and there, along with a few blinking lights on the side. You were wondering what was so special about these binoculars that his goggles couldn’t do. Therefore you leaned interaged up against your tall boyfriend, watching his face in fascination. Donatello, feeling your body being pressed against his, wrapped his arm around you, holding you closer.

“Are you cold?”, he asked, lowering his binoculars to look down at you. He could feel you shivering against his rib and against his forearm.

“Just a little”, you said, wrapping your jacket closer around you.

Donnie looked at you for a moment with a small smile, before sliding behind you, wrapping both his arms fully around you. If it wasn’t for the height difference, he would have placed his head on your shoulder, and let himself enjoy the heat of your cheek against his.

“Here”. He placed the binoculars in your hand. “Look up at the sky”.

Donnie held you close against him, as he watched you move the binoculars to your eyes in curiosity. They were big and too far apart for your eyes, so Donnie helped adjust them before you looked into them. You gasped as you looked up, causing Donnie to chuckle, stroking your arms with thumbs. As you looked over the night sky, the binoculars would show you the names of the stars and planets. It would tell you each planet's temperature as you moved your gaze across them, along with facts and how far away they were. It would draw lines between the stars, showing you constellations you had never heard of before.

"This is amazing, Donnie!", you said, your smile wide and bright.

He grinned, a blend of satisfaction and excitement in his eyes as he took in your expression. "I'm glad you like it. It's a prototype, but I thought it would be nice to have our own portable observatory".

As you marveled at the celestial beauty above, Donatello couldn't help but admire the way the city lights looked on your skin and hair. He listened intently to your voice as you read out loud what the binoculars told you. You loved learning, and Donnie loved watching your excitement with everything you encountered.

"Did you know that the stars we see tonight are the same ones our ancestors looked at centuries ago?", Donatello mused, his voice a gentle hum in the quiet night, as he gently started to sway you from side to side.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you let him rock you softly from right to left. "It's both fascinating and humbling. Makes you realize how small we are in the grand scheme of things".

Donatello rested his head on top of yours, humming in delight as one of your hands started to trace up and down the top arm he had wrapped around you. "That's what I love about stargazing. It puts everything into perspective. It's a reminder that no matter what happens down here, the universe keeps on spinning".

The two of you continued to share stories about constellations, galaxies, and the mysteries of the cosmos. Donatello's passion for science and astronomy shone through, and you couldn't help but be captivated by the depth of his knowledge. He often reminded you about the stars you were looking at. Just as bright and just as beautiful.

As the night progressed, the conversation shifted to more personal topics. Donatello spoke about his dreams and aspirations, the wonders he hoped to uncover in the vastness of space. He had always dreamed of going out there, and one day he would find a way. You, in turn, shared your own hopes and dreams, creating an intimate connection beneath the starlit sky.

The city below seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the soft glow of streetlights and the brilliance of distant stars. Time lost its significance as you and Donatello became lost in the beauty of the cosmos and the warmth of each other's company.

In that tranquil moment, surrounded by the tapestry of the night, Donatello's gaze lingered on you once more. The vulnerability in his eyes spoke volumes, and he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking once again.

"(Y/N)", he began, his voice steady but vulnerable.

Your attention shifted from the stars to him, curiosity and warmth in your eyes as you finally removed the binoculars from your eyes. "What is it, Donnie?"

He took a deep breath. "I know I say these kinds of things often, but being with you makes everyday feel like a dream I’m lucky to have. Being up here, sharing this moment with you, it feels right. I love you, (Y/N), and will continue to tell you everyday until-".

Before he could finish, you reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

"I know, Donnie", you reassured him. “I love you too, and I too will tell you so everyday”.

A genuine grin spread across his face. He dipped his head down until his lips met yours in a loving kiss. Even as the two of you pulled part, you continued to stand close, embraced in each other’s arms. You blushed as you noticed Donnie’s soft gaze on your face.

“Donnie, the stars are up there”, you laughed and attempted to hide your face against his chest.

“I know”, he said, placing a finger under your chin so he could lift your face to look at him again. “But you’re so much prettier to look at”.

Needless to say, but you and Donatello would definitely go stargazing together again.

[radioactive-leopard]

Check out banned books from your library

So we see things everywhere about reading banned books, but most of them are about buying the books. These books aren't being challenged in bookstores they're being challenged in libraries. You don't even have to read the book if you don't want to, check out the physical book or use libby. These libraries will be forced to cull the books everyone claims to support if no one checks them out. Libraries also depend on the number of books checked out/services used for their funding.

This administration wants to gut public libraries and we can't let them. Use your library, call for funding for the Museum and Library Administration, don't let Trump kill our libraries.

Here are just a few things my local libraries do:

A lunch bus to provide free lunch to all children under 18 in the summer. This way, kids who rely on school for their nutrition won't go hungry.

quiet spaces to do work/relax

Free wifi

cheap printing

tax help

art exhibits

meeting rooms

early literacy programs

computers to check out

desktops to use

photocopying

faxing

library of things

Hoopla (movies!)

audio cables

binoculars

conversation cards and memory kits to help people with Alzheimer's and dementia

energy usage meter

hot spots

radon detectors (very important for our area, radon is a huge issue)

portable magnifier

state parks pass

stud sensor

help for the state health insurance

Homework help for students

There's so much that libraries do for our communities and you either use them or lose them. Also, lots of libraries are in very pretty buildings that are fun to be in.

[sweetboyken]

what would you do in the even of a zombie apocalypse

good question. (yes i’m taking this very seriously)

depending on where i am, i’ll make my plan of action. am i in the countryside? in a major city? realistically, it would take longer for the population further from crowded areas to be infected. by then, we’d have already been informed by the radio, news, or the internet, which might buy me time to gather supplies around the house or hoard a store (but there will definitely be chaos all over if i choose to do so). staying in one place might be my best choice especially if i’m isolated from family/people i know i could trust. fortifying the house is a must. after securing the area, i’d contact first and establish a meeting point so at least i know the direction i’m headed.

next is rounding up all potential weapons. knives are most common, axes (if possible), any large blunt objects that are portable (baseball bats?). guns (if i’d hypothetically own any) would be a last resort as bullets are limited and are very loud, which can attract attention. personally, any weapon on my person would be last resorts. i’d avoid zombies at all cost. being stealth and quiet is the best plan a. you cannot possibly fight a horde of zombies alone.

counting rations, i’ll make sure i have enough food to last a few days where i could formulate a proper plan. perishables are consumed right away, canned foods and storable items rationed. i might collect seeds from vegetables if i decide to settle down somewhere and build a small greenhouse.

if i’m in a major city, i’ll probably encounter zombies firsthand unless i’m informed by online sources. assuming i’m not at home, i’ll first find a safe place before also contacting family members and establishing a meeting point. it’s more likely that i am with a group of people, so if by then they haven’t been infected, we’ll stick together and try to move out of the city.

in the case that i have to leave the now fortified house or a secure area alone or not, city or countryside, i would try my best to make my clothing hard for zombies to bite on. layers of jackets or long sleeved shirts, then wrapping thick layers of masking tape around my sleeves, legs or easily biteable areas. then gloves.

supplies i’d pack:

switchblade/swiss army knife, flashlight, batteries, basic first aid kit, water, water purifier or that vat19 filter straw thing, rations, hatchet, binoculars, a pocket satellite radio, rope, gps/map, isopropyl alcohol, lighter/matches, compass, available weapons, power bank, mp3 player, wired earphones, one hotwheel to pocketride and a physical picture of someone i will lovingly and stare sadly from time to time like a soldier in battle.

[hobbyspacer]

Night sky highlights for April 2025

Check out the night sky this month, April 2025. Here are videos and links to websites highlighting the top sights to observe. ** What's Up: April 2025 Skywatching Tips from NASA - NASA JPL What are some skywatching highlights in April 2025? Following a planet-free morning sky in March, April brings planets back to your mornings, as well as the evening sky. Also look for Lyrid meteors, and hunt for the "faint fuzzy" wonder that is the distant and ancient city of stars known as globular cluster M3. 0:00 Intro 0:12 April planet viewing 1:13 Lyrid meteor shower 2:19 Globular cluster M3 4:26 April Moon phases Additional information about topics covered in this episode of What's Up, along with still images from the video, and the video transcript, are available at https://science.nasa.gov/skywatching/whats-up/.

The phases of the Moon for April 2025. Credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech ** What to see in the night sky: April 2025 - BBC Sky at Night Magazine The planets, the Moon and the Pleiades, plus this month's best deep-sky objects. Astronomers Pete Lawrence and Paul Abel reveal the best things to see in the night sky, April 2025. ** Sky & Telescope's Sky Tour Podcast - April 2025 - Sky & Telescope Youtube Our monthly Sky Tour #astronomy #podcast provides an informative and entertaining 10-minute guided tour of the nighttime sky. In April’s episode, we’ll watch bright planets come and go, track down some celestial carnivores, and enjoy a splash of mid-spring meteors. So grab your curiosity, and come along on this month’s Sky Tour. See also - Sky Tour Astronomy Podcast: Upcoming Celestial Events | Sky & Telescope - Interactive Sky Chart | Map Your Night Sky - Sky & Telescope - Astronomy Pictures: Sky & Telescope's Online Gallery Archives | Sky & Telescope ** What's in the Night Sky: April 2025 - National Space Centre What's in the Night Sky: March 2025 Lunar occultation of the Pleiades Sea of Tranquility Lyrids meteor shower ✨ Constellation of the Month: Lyra Whether you're a beginner or an expert, looking at the night sky with the naked eye, binoculars or a telescope, check out our tour of the night sky to find out what you can see this month. #WINS #Astronomy #WhatsInTheNightSky ** What's in the Sky this Month | April 2025 - High Point Scientific on Youtube In this episode of What's in the Sky this Month, Teagan reviews some of the beautiful celestial objects you can see in April! Read the full April 2025 Newsletter: https://www.highpointscientific.com/a... Looking to expand your astronomy knowledge even further? The Astronomy Hub is the place to learn everything from what’s in the sky this month, to what gear can help you capture the best celestial images. Learn more here ➡️ https://www.highpointscientific.com/a... Follow us on Instagram / highpointscientific Follow us on Facebook / highpointscientific Sign up for our email newsletter https://www.highpointscientific.com/c... #highpointscientific #astronomy #april Chapters 00:00 - Introduction 00:33 - The Whirlpool Galaxy 01:41 - Nearest Neighbors 02:49 - Lyrid Meteor Shower 03:38 - Mizar & Alcor 04:21 - The Leo Triplet 05:04 - Cor Caroli 05:31 - Conclusion ** Night Sky Notebook April 2025 - Peter Detterline ** See also: - April 2025 Sky Watch: Visible Planets, Bright Stars, Astronomy | Almanac.com - See A Pink Moon, Shooting Stars And Mars: April’s Night Sky | Forbes - April 2025 Night Sky Calendar | Voyageurs Conservancy - Top Astronomy Events in April 2025: What to See in the Night Sky | AstroTelescopium - 18 Fascinating Astronomy Events in the April Night Sky (2025) | SpaceTourismGuide.com - From a ‘pink moon’ to a meteor shower, here are the best night sky events to see this April | National Geographic - Night Sky Highlights - April 2025 | Royal Museums Greenwich === Amazon Ads === Celestron 70mm Travel Scope Portable Refractor Telescope Fully-Coated Glass Optics Ideal Telescope for Beginners BONUS Astronomy Software Package ---- Books --- Stellaris: People of the Stars Read the full article

[doctoraxiom]

I love this abstract ideal of everyday carry mentality.

How can you make sure emergency essentials and things you may need in urgent situations are always available?

For me that means stocking my purse with emergency medications, having sunglasses, binoculars, portable weather gear, some basic tools for quick-and-dirty repairs, emergency snacks. Basically every time I'm out and about and I run into something where I really wish I had some kind of tool or resource- I think to myself: "how can I get the functionality of that tool in something compact enough to fit in a sling bag?" Then I find a way to make it happen.

Unfortunately it feels like the online EDC community spends most of their time on knives so it's hard to actually piece together the more practical advice. Don't get me wrong they're cool knives but I want to know about the creative ways of fitting functionality in a small package. I actually get better info on practical everyday carry items from disability related threads.

[1358456]

Dex Holder Gadgets

One major recurring thing that I did in my stories is give Dex Holders some tech to use. And they're usually the same tech, thus recurring. Platinum has Halo-esque shields in SA, and has Protoss Hardened Shields in Destiny, for example.

A lot of characters in the actual manga use a variety of tech tools from time to time, most notable being Blue. So I figured, why not continue that with others?

With more Dex Holders and more games to copy from, there are more gadget opportunities! And some could be quite fun to utilize, especially those that I never got a chance to utilize yet. So, here is the list of Dex Holders and the gadgets they could use in short stories and whatnot. Not everyone has one, and not everyone has new ones. Of course, no Pokedex variants will count, since everyone has them by definition.

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Blue: modified Silph Scope, sticky camera, sticky shocker, snake camera, camera jammer, voice modulator, etc.

Blue already uses a variety of gadgets even in RGB, and she's actually quite the inventor. So... incorporate that even more, and have her make a variety of tools from Splinter Cell, just non-lethal variants, and primarily for surveillance. I don't think planting a wall mine that explodes is very suitable for Blue. So how about a wall mine that releases gas instead?

She already uses a lot of these in my past stuff, so most of these aren't new. The snake camera and sticky cameras have appeared in an Assassination Excerpt, for example. And she's not using some of the stuff that's actually in the arcs, like that bubble mic thing, because... how the f*ck does that even work?

And of course, Blue would lend some of her gadgets to Red and Silver whenever they need some. But unlike them, she'll always have most of these on her at all times.

Red: "So what upgrades did you put in for that scope of yours?" Blue: "Oh, this and that. Standard night vision to see in the dark, thermal vision, electromagnetic vision, and the newest mode, the sonar vision to see through non-soundproof walls." Red: "Wow. Quite the upgrades!" Blue: "Hehe. No one's going to be hiding from me now."

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Gold: billiard cue.

It's not much of a gadget, but... he kind of uses it like one? It somehow does all sorts of things. So it should count for him. A multi-purpose indestructible billiard cue. Jam a laser pointer and/or a flashlight in there or something, and there you go. It's a tech tool now.

Plus, given the shape of a billiard cue, Gold can now use the Slugger style from Yakuza 0 and Kiwami if things call for it. Hehehe...

Not that it helped in the Assassination Excerpt.

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Crystal: binoculars, network booster.

I believe Crystal already has that adapter thing from her game version, which... I don't ever recall seeing use. But, given her by-the-book style and emphasis on staying in contact, I think it makes sense for her to carry portable equipment that prevents her communications from being cut off or something. Make her the hub of reports and contacts.

Oh, and binoculars for her capturing jobs. I'd imagine that it'll be important to be able to spot the thing she's trying to catch without alerting it first.

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Ruby: Running Shoes 2.0.

I sometimes forget, but he has the rare item from RSE that allows you to do a basic action. Except in the manga, it's mechanical and gives him superspeed. So... those shoes, except new! They don't do anything they didn't do before, but... you know. Brand new!

Emerald: "Are those brand new?" Ruby: "Yeah. I had to replace the old ones." Emerald: "Why? I read about them, and they don't do anything new." Ruby: "Well, the first ones I got... Sapphire buried them in a swamp. So I got new ones. ... She buried those in the swamp too. So I got a third set, which got burned by a Houndoom, torn apart, and then buried in a swamp. But the fourth set..." Emerald: "... You do know she's going to do it again, right?"

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Emerald: soil sample revolver.

The thing he already had before his design turned into something that resembles a gunslinger. So his gadget should look like a revolver too, instead of a toy gun. Antagonizing lines are optional. "Which hole did you crawl out of? Can you crawl back in there? Or are you not welcome back there neither?"

Sword: "Wait, how does this even work? There's no gunpowder in these soil sample bullets, and the gun doesn't have a firing pin. So how does this gun shoot these bullets?" Emerald: "... Spring loaded?" Sword: "But it's a revolver with no-" Emerald: "Shh."

It fires the whole bullet, which is 65% more bullet per bullet!

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Platinum: hardened shields?

So, in SA, I gave Platinum a Halo-esque shield system. And in Destiny, I gave her a lesser version of a Protoss Immortal's hardened shields. It's a recurring thing and probably could've happened in Legacy at some point. But I'm kind of on the fence about this one, now that Platinum has Glaceon to create ice barriers. And a personal shielding system seems way too advanced compared to the other crap that's on this post. Gold just has a Swiss Army billiard cue and Platinum has knock-off Protoss tech? That doesn't seem fair at all.

Platinum already has like +3 Plot Armor. She doesn't need +3 Plot Shield Armor as well. Platinum imba, must nerf.

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Y: booster boots.

So, at some point before 2020, I pondered about what I'd give Y in Legacy while Platinum got her shielding system. One option was to give her a jetpack with retractable wings for on-the-spot Sky Trainer mode. That idea was scrapped because... of the Terran Reaper's line in Starcraft II.

"These jets are BURNING MY ASS!"

A jetpack can't be like a backpack and nothing else, since that would really burn the wearer. Looker's "jetpack" in Pt is worse since that's just a rocket with straps. So a jetpack with wings that doesn't burn Y's butt, that should be compact and not super clunky seemed a bit much. And if the jetpack didn't allow for flight but a short burst only, then it has no reason to be a "pack" to be worn.

So the other option was to give her a small rocket propulsion mod to her boots. Kind of like Ruby's shoes, except they don't require running and only provide a quick boost. So the idea was for Y to be able to suddenly burst into speed, or do a double-jump.

Ultimately, the idea didn't go anywhere because in order for Legacy's bad ending to be even viable, Platinum must not have shields. So not only would Y not get the opportunity to get tech upgrades, with her impending crisis of being stabbed, she wouldn't be able to use that anyways. And with my own health concerns at the time, I never figured out a solution. So in the spoiler posts, the tech additions were simply removed.

But now, with Yakuza 7 Gaiden introducing something very similar, I can now give Y that. Agent Gadget: Serpent! It's essentially a jet boost in a pair of shoes. So... modify that slightly and give 'em to Y!

With these boosters in her boots, Y can use them offensively by activating the booster while kicking someone, defensively by using them to essentially quick-step away, do a double jump to reach higher than ever, do a boost jump to leap further than ever, and negate fall damage by using the jets before landing.

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Scarlet: auto-threads launcher.

Scarlet already uses that crappy spider to basically mimic Spiderman. Now, it just happens that in Yakuza 7 Gaiden, there's a tool that allows Kiryu/Joryu to do exactly that. Agent Gadget: Spider! It's essentially a wristwatch that fires a wire at targets to immobilize them and can also be used to grapple-hook onto far locations. It's something quite suitable for Scarlet who already does most of that using her spider.

Now, when Scarlet is annoyed by someone, she can pretend to check her watch for the time, press a button, tie up and fling that nuisance somewhere, and then walk away.

Scarlet: "I wonder what time it is..." Violet: "Uh oh." Scarlet: "Exactly."

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That's all the ones that come to mind. I considered in Shield's Dynamax power field (insert Protoss Pylon joke) like in that practice battle, but that doesn't seem to have any uses outside of Dynamax. Maybe it could be modified to produce a useful power field, akin to Protoss Sentry's Guardian Shield, but that seems a bit much. Besides, I can't give anyone tech tools that are too powerful. That's the whole reason why Platinum got nerfed. Hehe.

[zyrafowe-sny]

October 23rd WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks: Pine Cone (18/18)

I finished the fic!

@stonemaskedtaliesin

They slowed their pace. With the help of their Institution-issued binoculars, they eventually spied the wyverns by a cluster of boulders. That made sense — they usually preferred rocky nests.

@1attheedge

They went after livestock and killed the occasional human, but unlike their dragon cousins, wyverns couldn't also burn down fields and farmhouses.

As per Institution policy, Ballister and Ambrosius dismounted a good distance away and activated the provided portable force field enclosure to protect their horses from any predators or thieves. (Trained warhorses were expensive to replace.) Walking was a little uncomfortable in their stinky, thirdhand armor — there was no shortage of potential squires should they get injured — but finally they were close enough that the wyverns started hissing at them.

@eriquin

As one, they raised their shields and swords, ready to attack and defend from all angles as the beasts flew near. Ambrosius was already yelling silly nonsense at them — even though heckling was wasted on wyverns — and Ballister could feel a fond grin pulling at his lips. Fighting back-to-back came naturally; they were always aware of where the other was and could usually anticipate each other's next moves.

@kallisto-k

One relatively clever wyvern diving down from above did manage to separate them for a time. Even as he parried attacks from wyvern tails with his sword and landed hits, Ballister's eyes kept darting away to check how Ambrosius was doing. He shouldn't have worried; Ambrosius definitively skewered the wyvern in front of him and soon enough they were reunited. As always, stronger together.

@friend-shaped-but TW for baby creature death

Once they'd struck down all the adults, they checked the area for juveniles. Decapitating baby wyverns was gruesome work, but Ballister told himself that they were basically overabundant at this point without other predators to keep them in check. Eliminating all of them would benefit not only humans, but other native creatures too. Perhaps jackalopes would make a comeback.

@aparticularbandit

"No need to hide tonight," Ambrosius rasped, and soon demanding lips were on Ballister's. He felt a little breathless when Ambrosius finally pulled away to crack open the cider.

"You went through all the trouble of smuggling it all the way here," Ambrosius said a little apologetically. "Let's make the saddlebags a little lighter for tomorrow."

[polkadotsunshine]

Preparation and Flexibility

Seeing a total solar eclipse requires both preparation and flexibility.

First is the equipment. My family has a collection of welder's glass so we can watch the sun before totality. It's a high quality, comfortable, and durable version of eclipse glasses. We use rubber bands to fix the glass to binoculars, so we can quickly remove the filter during totality. We've also fitted a perfectly parallel straw to our telescope's reflex sight so we can align it to the sun*.

*Spotting the sun with the naked eye would cause physical harm yet welder's glass blocks out so much light you couldn't see the sight with it on. By aligning the shadow of the straw on your hand, so that the sunlight comes straight as a white circle, you can aim the telescope.

Next comes the location. Years in advance, we analyze historical weather data to determine a path along totality with the least likelihood of cloud coverage. We're not looking for a location to sit in; we want a road we can travel along to escape dense clouds. Months in advance, we change our plans from Mexico to Texas. Days in advance, we change our plans from Texas to New York. Even as we drive through the Adirondacks the day of the eclipse, we watch the radar to adjust course. Even as we set up our telescope, we watch for changes in cloud density and the direction of the wind. We settle by Tupper Lake, mentally calculating how long it would take to pack everything up and drive east.

Fetching supplies from the car, we discover someone parked less than an inch away from our passenger’s side. We shuffle through the driver's side doors, over to the other half of the car, and accept the circumstance. As my dad waits in line for a portable toilet, someone points out our neighbor’s parking job and offers astonishment then condolences. As my mom gets a blanket from the car, someone rushes up to her, exclaiming they witnessed the parking job in horror, and they complain about the Cornell bumper sticker on their car. The third time someone runs up to us, it's the driver himself. He profusely apologizes.

We get to know the guy: Jordan. My mom asks about Cornell, since that's where she and my dad met. His daughter went to Cornell. He asks where I went to college. The conversation goes from there. It turns out his wife is home sick and he went to finish the trip alone. He's visibly jealous of our telescope. We adopt him into our party. He corrects his parking job and we share our equipment with him. I teach with him the little I remember from what my dad had taught me. 

The anticipation builds. For a while, it's just a relaxing day outside. The moon hasn’t even begun to cross the sun. I look at sunspots through our telescope and ask my dad how many times the size of Earth they are. I read my book and listen to the lake lap up the shore. A son plays catch with his father. A group of college friends yell over cards. I watch Canadian geese swim around a family in kayaks.

The anticipation builds. My dad shouts, "First contact!" as he checks the telescope. We lazily look through our glass and idly remark interest that such a small sliver is visible without magnification. I eat beef jerky and check my phone. We occasionally look to the sun and make small talk over how fast it's moving. I walk to a nearby McDonald's to use the bathroom; I don't want totality to be interrupted. As the sun wanes, I play with a colander to find the focal points of each pinhole camera it creates, speckling our folding table with polkadot sunshine in the shape of tiny crescents.

The anticipation builds. It starts getting dark, like twilight. Automated lights flick on along the lake. The geese come to shore. My mom identifies the nightsong of birds in the park. Totality is in 10 minutes. The lighting shifts from twilight to unnatural; a dimness creeps from every direction, somehow illuminating the now-muted colors of the world. Our brains struggle to make sense of it. It's cold. My grandparents' dog hides between my brother’s legs. He comforts her.

It's fast. My dad points across the lake. It's the shadow of the moon, screaming towards us at over 1000 mph. The clouds dissipate inside its cold beam of darkness. He points out Venus, visible to the naked eye. The crowd clamors. The last light of the sun forms a brilliant white diamond atop a ring, surrounding the pitch black moon in the sky. I've never seen contrast so strong in nature. I shout because Jordan shouts and Jordan shouts because I shout.

Each moment is heavy. Totality will begin soon. Totality will end soon. It will be years before I get the mere possibility of seeing anything like this ever again. I tell myself to make each second count. I won't waste time taking pictures. I won't waste any time at all. I look up.

There is a hole in the sky. The stark white corona tinges aquamarine, fringed by red Baily's beads bleeding through the mountains on the moon. My emotions overpower prepared thought. Yellow orange sunsets surround every horizon. Anywhere I look is a beautiful moment that can't last. Everything feels wonderfully wrong. Red plasma arcs at a magnitude incomprehensible; three solar flare prominences push their way to my attention. I see the eclipse. I cry.

And then it was over. I had counted down to this day for 7 years. It marked the end of an era; bookending the as-of-now most important years of my life. It landed on a day I made up layered sentimental feelings for. The eclipse was beautiful because I forced myself to savor every memory, yet despite all my plans, for those 3 minutes and 31 seconds, it became something else. I allowed myself to fall in love with whatever came my way - and I found more than I had ever expected.

Seeing a total solar eclipse requires both preparation and flexibility. The sight is gorgeous of course, but for me, experiencing a total solar eclipse is a communal ritual. It is my dad showing me how to align his telescope. It is the tips my aunts and uncles exchanged when deciding where to go. It is the picnic I had with my grandmother. It is the unlikely friend we made. The anticipation built from our collective preparation allowed me to follow my central directive: I lived in the moment, no matter where that took me.

After all, isn’t everything amazing?

[hawksblooded]

🍁 + Does Liz enjoy tinkering with and improving her equipment as a passtime, or is the process strictly professional?

↣ QUESTIONS.

TINKERING, TO HER, is more than passion, more than passtime. It's simultaneously a duty she takes extremely seriously and obsession. She's constantly testing the limits of her gear - the making of a good hunter is, first and foremost, in their equipment after all - and is fascinated by any new technology. She sees potential in everything, from mechanisms to chemical reactions, and is always paying attention to the world around her, to other people's weapons and armor, to find new ways to do her bloody work. It's something she must do, but it's also her biggest passion. If she didn't hunt for a living, she would be an inventor. In my setting, she creates the first portable/throwable grenades and also worked with an orcish smith to make her "hawk's eye", a mask that uses a complex system of lenses to heighten one's vision in the dark and doubles as binoculars for sniping and snooping.

[jedwardsmedia1970]

The Virtual Boy is a 32-bit tabletop portable video game console developed and manufactured by Nintendo and released in 1995. Promoted as the first system capable of rendering stereoscopic 3D graphics, it featured a red monochrome display viewed through a binocular eyepiece, with games employing a parallax effect to simulate depth. The console struggled commercially, and its limited market performance led Nintendo to discontinue production and game development in 1996, following the release of only 22 titles.

[leoncooney]

Wild Camping Etiquette for Your Next Trip

Wild camping is spending the night in a natural setting, removed from the city but not necessarily designated as a campground or trailer park. You must observe some etiquette while wild camping so the destination will not become uninhabitable for wildlife or people.

Adopting a "leave no trace" policy is important when wild camping. Always aim to leave the area as you find it, or even better. Take your trash with you, avoid damage to vegetation, and dismantle any structures you've created, such as windbreaks or fire pits, returning logs and rocks to their natural places.

Opt for a stove instead of a campfire. Open fires are dangerous to the environment and might spread, resulting in devastating wildfires. Take a portable multi-purpose camping stove for warmth, boiling water, and cooking meals. Portable camping stoves are safer, more environmentally friendly, and quicker to start and stop.

Pitch your tent on hard soil, gravel, or grass to reduce damage to delicate plants. Avoid camping near water because your activities might affect aquatic wildlife or cause erosion.

When you go wild camping, you should remember that there is no running water, and no emergency help is just around the corner. So, make sure you pack the essentials. A sturdy tent, a warm sleeping bag, and waterproof layers to handle unpredictable weather. Bring enough food and a reliable way to purify water, whether it's a filter, tablets, or a boiling system. Don't forget a basic first aid kit, an emergency whistle, a flashlight or headlamp with spare batteries, and navigation tools like a map and compass.

While you're out there, be mindful of wildlife. Animals may be curious, especially if they catch the scent of your food, and that curiosity can create safety risks for both you and them. Store your food securely, and in areas where it's necessary, use bear-proof containers. Never feed wild animals, and try to keep a respectful distance. Using binoculars is a good way to observe without intruding. Also, avoid leaving out scented items like toothpaste or lotion, as they can attract unwanted attention.

Do not overstay your welcome. Wild camping is meant to be a short-term, low-impact activity. Staying longer than a night can damage the environment, particularly vegetation, and attract attention from nearby residents or park authorities. A good practice is to pack up the following morning and leave the area as you found it.

Some spots seem ideal for wild camping, but certain areas are ecologically sensitive, home to rare wildlife, or protected for cultural or historical reasons. To prevent damage or disturbance, avoid dunes, wetlands, alpine meadows, and wildlife habitats. The same goes for locations with cultural or spiritual significance, such as burial grounds or sacred sites. If you are unsure about the appropriateness of a spot, it is best to move on.

Also, do not assume that all natural resources are safe to use. Drinking from rivers or lakes might seem refreshing, but it can expose you to harmful bacteria and parasites. Always treat water by boiling, filtering, or using purification tablets before drinking it. The same caution applies to foraging; just because a plant or mushroom looks edible doesn't mean it's safe or legal to pick. When in doubt, stick with what you've brought and avoid unnecessary risks.

[buzznovahub]

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