#codeworks

[fountainpenguin]

"I was climbing, now I'm falling- I've been pushed off by a man who has made it to the top and now defends it 'cuz he can…" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 38 - “Tuesday: Tango's Long Night”

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Tango layers more anti-viruses in Scott's player file. This goes against everything he knows about corrupted code... Should he keep going? ... Or, without consent, do what he knows will actually save this man?

Meanwhile, Pearl balances Rhetoric, Scott, and Grian visiting her unit at the same time. Yeah, this is gonna go well.

# 1 of 7 of our monthly intermission chapters

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Tango

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Location: His studio, West Bailey Wall, Bottom Floor

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Tango does not often regret choosing a path of codework. He loves modding. He loves adding pretty details; he loves giving people what they want and polishing the rough edges off blocky faces and backs and butts. His species is classed as avian, though he last respawned under a waxing crescent and lacks the wings and feathers to show for it. He's got tiny talons, blaze rods, and hair that shifts into flames, and that's it. Coding the fluff-tipped tail he wears now was a challenge that captivated his brain since the start. How do add twitchy muscles to lower back? Apply tail to butt, haha. Meld it in. Let the mind control it. Do it beautifully so it's elegant and won't drop frames.

His tail isn't dexterous, but he wears it like a trophy- Adding a mammal tail to a species that’s meant to have feathers there, and not only making it twitch and curl instead of hang, but look natural, is one of the most difficult things you can ever do with aesthetic mods. He's thinking of forcing out the wings he would have under a stronger moon, but never really got around to it. The conversion time takes a kabillion years. You gotta be careful with wings anyway- they release a lot of body heat. Between's a lot cooler than the Nether, so you might fall over and croak. You ever seen strider wings? Yeah, guess how much heat they put out, even if they are tough and resilient around lava. Anyway.

Let's just say it's a good thing his office doesn't have a window. He works with a lot of film in here, so darkness is peak necessity. He's got two copper bulb lights up tonight. The glow's hazy, but at least it keeps his attention on his work, eyes all goggled up and tongue pinned beneath his teeth. Working with player files isn't like working with redstone wiring, with all its tangled tubes of dust and tiny caps that easily get lost and spill all over the stupid floor. Nah.

Code work uses the coding table, and it's a whole lot less messy. You don't need to be super accurate. It's a lot easier to tap a delete key and remove a string of words than it is to rip out a chunk of wires and get all huffy when your machine stops working. They should sell more partly assembled redstone machines in the market- more than, like, comparators. Except all the serious redstoners still won't buy 'em in case corners were cut in the process and because they have to take 'em apart anyway to modify 'em, so there you go. Fiddling and tweaking can really suck you in. It's kind of like making banners you're printing on your soul.

Tango does not often regret choosing a path of codework. But it's a good thing he doesn't have a window. He glances up only on occasion, staring at the chipped, gunpowder-streaked blocks that separate him from the rest of the world.

I should be with the pack right now.

Hey. Little recap for you: Most people aren't going to bed tonight. The hub flower got skadoodley-yoinked. Without its roots hooked in, everyone's comm is black; they're all off the system. There's no way on a server right now. There's no way out of one either. The phantoms are under contract; they can't just log people out right now. Hope they got fed, then.

Eh, they'll be fine. They've got souls in storage. Tango keeps working, checking details on his screen and typing on the table keyboard. What time is it? The sun's officially gone-zo at 14k. That was a while ago.

Do you remember our biology fritter-fratter from before Dog's Life began? 'course not- That was a long time ago. Well, no worries! we'll cover it again. See, the Nether doesn't have a day-night cycle. The heat waves shift. Sometimes the dimension cools. There's never a schedule to it, but when the heat's down, it's down (whether it's been hours, days, or weeks since the last lull). Nether creatures group together for sleepy times. If Tango played on some of those raw servers where traits are turned up to max, he wouldn't even survive the Overworld- Not without a lot of prep from his friends on the other side. Thank goodness for vanilla servers that even out the playing field.

Blaze don't really hang out alone in Between. When they do, they have to keep their internal fires up, and that can really drain the metabolism. The pack is warm. The pack is safety. And Tango's fingers tremble as he blinks his lashes, pushing through the dimension's fading warmth. Nightfall is here. Capture the Flag will be winding down. It's time to go to sleep.

He does his work. He chose this path. Scott's crystal floats on the crying obsidian block beside him, casting a white glow over his workspace. The goggles tune it out a bit. Tango yawns wide (like one of those lions in the emerald savanna biome), then realizes what he did and shakes his head back and forth. "Brrrr! Whatchu doing?" He smacks himself in the cheek. Hard. "Come on, man- He needs you."

He keeps typing. Scott's code is layered in anti-virus protections. Lots of stuff to dig through. Tango's got a book on the edge of his desk, open to a page about data conflicts, and he's still checking and closing loops. Scott didn't want to amputate. He didn't want a graft. "More anti-virus protections," he said, and he was serious.

"Are you sure? That- That probably won't work. If you wait too long, there's no chance a graft will take. That kinda sets you up for like, either being an allay with a prosthetic or just a vex."

"No grafts, please. Just tell me where to sign."

"Okay, buddy… but that's against medical advice. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"He prob'ly would've listened to Etho," he mutters, typing more. "I swear, everybody thinks I just do visuals: slap a little colored fire on this guy, slap some wings on her… Hey, just because I work in the aesthetics department, it doesn't make my license any less legit. I've been doing this almost as long as he has." Who scrubbed in to save Impy? Who helped him and Skizz with the soul-sharing? Who once patched BigB up when he got shot in the neck? That was a Tango original. Just me. Why is he even doing this? All evidence in book and mind is screaming that this isn't going to work.

Fingertips stall. Blank stare. Soft breathing.

Scott would've listened to my medical advice if I was Etho. Should he have tried harder? Should he have done more? He got the signature, Scott confirming exactly what he wanted. He really shouldn't go against that. It'd be medical malpractice at this point.

… Even though the anti-viruses aren't going to stop him from becoming a vex.

Which he's trying to avoid by using stupid anti-viruses.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[infinitethree]

Lucid!! I haven't talked to you in a while!! How are you and San doing?

Lucid jumps a little at the sound of that question.

He's been deep in codework, trying to figure out the best way to program Innit’s body.

It’s a lot more intense than what he usually does, in all honesty. Not only is he having to alter the code of two extremely mistrusting admins, but he’s helping create a body from scratch.

Not just any body, of course– a body that suits Innit’s needs.

As shitty as it is to say, this has much higher stakes than usual. Fucking this up could very well lead to Daz and/or Innit being maimed or killed.

Codework always has risks, and he never wants to hurt anyone. He’s never liked altering mobs, let alone players.

Daz, though…Daz is someone he knows. He’s attached to him– not just because of his shiny false persona, though.

He’s a person who has shouldered the impossible, unenviable burdens of both newcomer orientation– a hell in its own right– and secretly being the first and last line of defense if something goes wrong.

There have been some talks with Day, and more with Lee. That’s not even counting what Daz, himself, has told him.

The scope of Daz’s efforts just on the surface are breathtaking. Adding the hidden ones, the ones that only a scant few people knew about until recently…

Lucid is sort of humbled and awed by him.

Maybe a little weird to say about someone who holds him in such contempt, but also, Lucid still feels queasy when he thinks about the wreckage of Daz’s code.

Saying that it’s miraculous that he’s still alive isn’t an understatement. It makes– a terrifying amount of sense that the program not only wasn’t meant for that, but that it wasn’t even remotely ready for human testing.

How the hell can he blame Daz for his lack of trust? From what little Lucid has learned about his original Dream, he was someone who may have had an even more intense desire to be fair than Lucid did…before he snapped when he was pushed too far.

Someone like that, someone who Daz clearly trusted, being the one to hurt him so profoundly…

That’s the big reason he marvels at Daz.

Lucid struggles to be around most Quackities and Sams, after all. He avoids them as much as possible, and most of them understand.

The fact that Daz puts himself in such close proximity to Lucid on a regular basis at all is kind of a miracle. His mistrust and anger are pretty understandable– even moreso than when they all thought that his original Dream was just a pure monster.

That kind of betrayal cuts deep. When you put every ounce of your faith in someone, only for them to plunge a knife into your back…it’s a special kind of hell.

It was bad enough when his friends distanced themselves from him. It had hurt like hell, but now he knows that they just didn't understand why everything went wrong.

Daz’s Dream, though? He understood exactly what he was doing. Soul erosion or not, he would have been acutely aware of the unspeakable trauma of not just failing to protect a claimed person, but being forced to kill them with your own hands.

Lucid being good now can’t possibly erase that, one, he’s fucked up before, and two, that there’s no way to know if or when he might snap again.

Even aside from that major reason to be impressed by him…well, he’s kind of enjoying being taught by Daz. It might come with a heaping side of snideness and sneering, but the way he thinks about code is fascinating.

Daz is smart. Daz is one of the vanishingly rare types of born admin with a spark. Daz is a pillar of Sanctuary, holding his hand down on the scales to stop the server Lucid calls his own from going into a tailspin.

So, yeah! He’s kind of frazzled, because he’s terrified of the consequences of fucking this up.

It would ruin him emotionally and socially, and potentially ruin the whole damn server.

“Tired,” he answers, squinting at the clock on the wall and realizing that it’s four in the morning.

…And also that Hope is pawing at his face.

He tells her, “Sorry, sweetie. I got caught up in coding.”

She meows with a distinctly reproachful tone, her tail lashing a few times.

“It’s an important project. I’m not making a habit of it– once this is done, things will go back to normal,” he assures her, scooping her into his arms as he gets to his feet.

His body aches from staying in place for so long, but it helps to move.

…Also that he’s got heated floors.

Sometimes, especially during winter storms, he could just about kiss Vio for that choice. He knows it must have been expensive, and yet the alien did it anyway.

Out of faith that he could do better, be better, if he was treated with humanity, dignity, and a little kindness.

Oh, and bullied into actually dealing with his issues. That too.

He coos to his self-appointed therapy cat, “You’re such a fuzzy little snowball, yes you are! My little guardian angel snowflake.”

He kisses her little nose, getting a few licks in return. Laughing, he whispers, “Don’t tell the others, but I’m gonna give you some treats.”

It isn’t until they get to the kitchen that he sets her down again. He’s long since given up on keeping any of them off the counters, but Hope gets a double pass. She only really hops up when she’s trying to get his attention or otherwise has a good reason.

Unlike the others, who just try to steal his food or get in the way.

As Lucid makes a sandwich– giving his special girl a few bits of it as payment for her services– he resumes his response.

“San is still reeling from everything, to be honest. I get the impression that you all knew already, but it’s…weird. Daz has always been a bright, cheerful person for us, so learning he’s– like that…it’s a lot to wrap our heads around.”

His server tells him something he can’t understand; a previous question, the day they learned about the Showrunner, then curiosity.

It takes a few increasingly frustrated cycles before Lucid remembers what had been asked on the day San is showing him.

He was told he's among the favorites of one of the Observers.

…The same Observer who also told them to be kind to Innit.

The same Observer who is currently checking in on him.

Huh. He’s…not entirely sure how to feel about that?

Good seems like his predominant gut feeling. Surely an entity who likes him and San wouldn't beg for mercy for someone who would destroy the server, like Daz has argued Innit wants.

He chews on his thumbnail a moment, then asks, “You…said I'm your third favorite, right? And you definitely like Innit, too. So…who's the other one in your top three?”

He blinks and then adds, “If that's fine to ask, I mean. I'm just curious if there's, uh, some kind of similarity there. Observers know a lot about us, but we know almost nothing about you.”

San ever-so-helpfully shows him the point of that meeting where Aster told them that Innit is friends with three of them.

He amends, “Well, aside from Innit. I'm sure you've told it plenty about yourselves. But I can’t really ask it that, y’know? Not just because it'd have to go through Daz–” and their relationship did not seem good, “--but also it's a bit weird to go behind the back of entities that can just…watch us.”

And torment them, if they so chose.

Lucid is aware of the occasional, cruel questions lobbied to some parties. Maybe not the details, but he does know they happen.

So pissing off the Observers and risking that sounds stupid as hell.

No; it’s better to play nice and not make waves. He'll be polite about this sort of thing, but unless he's told to back off he's still gonna ask.

Turnout is fair play, after all.

[cyberattackavaau]

QnA time!!! This is for the Other Yellow.

How do you feel about your role in the group? Do you wish for anything in special?

Other Yellow: “Well, in all honesty, my role is as average as everyone else’s. I just do a little bit more codework is all. Though, times where I can’t give information to my other crew mates is.. well.. weird. Until Second says it’s fine or announces it himself, I can’t talk about it. Though, I don’t blame him, it’s for a good reason

And, well, anything special? Eh, not really. As far as I’m concerned, I’m content working in the Resistance and fighting for our cause. It just feels like I’m doing something important, yknow?”

[erophonemic]

Wakes up, progesterone-horny. Oh, some self-care will be nice. Let's take a bath and masturbate. Gets into bath. Gets distracted meditating and shaving (so smooth princess) and need to get out. I can take a second horny bath later and be high for it and use my vibrator. Gets high, does gaming and codework and cat / partner / house caretaking. Forgets to take a second bath. Gets all cozy into bed with tea. Remembers I'm horny, but I'm so so sleepy and want to sleep on time like a good girl. Takes my progesterone, falls asleep.

[itsalmostavengers]

JARVIS is everything Steve should resent about the future. He is the overwatcher who always knows your business. The epitome of privacy invasion. He is cold and lifeless and everything he says is a calculation, everything he is revolves around ones and zeroes instead of flesh and blood, and flesh and blood is everything captain America stands for right?

Except he has a very soothing voice when Steve wakes up covered in sweat and convinced he’s at war.

Except he is always, always helpful, even when the person who made him is being anything but. In fact, especially when the person who made him is being anything but.

Except he is the only being Steve feels he can go to without being judged - and the only one capable of truly telling it to him straight in a way that people are so goddamn bad at these days.

it shouldn’t make sense. It makes perfect sense. Steve talks to JARVIS more than anyone else in the tower: asks how he’s operating, thanks him whether he’s bringing the elevator up or tracking down a killer, calls him their secret Avenger. He looks up to the ceiling when he talks and sometimes he pats the walls, and he doesn’t care even if Clint laughs at him for it. He calls JARVIS his friend.

JARVIS is a robot and does not care about any of this. Emotions are human and forming biases would only indicate a bug in his codework, which would of course need to be flagged with Mr Stark and rectified.

But Captain Rogers never runs out of his favourite cereal - the delivery always seems to include it, even if the man forgot to write it on the list.

And when a SHIELD mission goes south and Agent Cortez storms up the tower to spit poison on Captain Rogers’ character, on his ability to protect the country, he does coincidentally also get trapped in the elevator on the way down. For 5 hours. With no aircon and a glitching thermostat.

And when Mr Stark tells JARVIS in a fit of post-fight rage that Captain Rogers cares about nothing but preserving his own morals at the expense of everything else, JARVIS says something to his creator that he has never said before.

You are wrong.

And Mr Stark asks him to repeat that, and JARVIS says it again.

You are wrong.

Mr Stark checks him for bugs. If he finds anything, however, he doesn’t change it.

This is Captain Rogers’ and JARVIS’ relationship. It is one-sided, because JARVIS is loyal to no-one but Mr Stark. He would admit, however, that sometimes priorities must be made for the sake of maximum efficiency, and the happier Captain Rogers is, the more efficient the team. Sometimes this means breaking some laws: when he can’t tell Leipzig from Lower Manhattan, for instance, JARVIS taps into a phonecall between a Brooklyn Pizzeria and a customer and lets Captain Rogers hear the noise of home. Sometimes this just means ensuring Captain Rogers always has a healthy supply of his favourite cereal.

But whatever it is he does, he is satisfied by the outcome: since Captain Rogers reached a certain threshold of communication with JARVIS, the frequency of his heart-rate exceeding healthy resting levels has dropped in direct proportion. JARVIS compiled a graph.

Captain Rogers has since printed it out and stuck it on the wall of his bedroom.

Obsessed with JARVIS having a very noticeable soft spot for Steve

[thereactcompany]

How to Use Push Method in React Hooks?

The React framework is highly efficient for different programming functions in software development. Among the related processes, the push () method is a notable one that involves including multiple elements in the array end. Later, a new array length is constructed, and the process is beneficial in the context of React Hooks. 

However, why is the process helpful in assigning value to arrays, and how to go about the process? This is a crucial point to focus on for the developers, who often use this solution in the case of bracket notations for singular or multiple key-value object-based pairs. The process can get complicated for beginners with zero experience with related codework. 

In that context, you can take the help of top-rated professionals, like those working in The React Company, to handle the configuration and coding process. Read on to learn how this works. 

What is the push () method?

The push method is helpful in React programming to assign numerical values or objects to the array end with secure and quick steps. It is relatively more straightforward to utilize React hooks with the help of simple programming commands that apply similar functions with zero hassle. 

With React hooks, it is possible to implement React state and the lifecycle method properly without utilizing the writing class. 

What do hooks mean?

Hooks are a part of React-based programming since the 16.8 version, which allows programmers to utilize React features like state without classes. These commands are useful for quickly resolving various unconnected issues within React that have occurred during this programming and allow components to function better. 

To note, hooks are entirely backward compatible. There are no breaking changes in these commands, and coders can operate React hooks in some components without having to rewrite the complete coding. 

Process of using push method for creating an array

The return result includes the object's latest length property, which aids the useState() command to prepare the new Array state. With the useState() hook, activating the array state variable is much easier. 

In the useState() hook's return value, users find the variable with the state array which is accessible alongside the valuable method for upgrading all attributes available in this section. Without the useState() hook, updating the State array can become relatively complex as it is much more smoother to add new elements into the array state. 

To note, it is possible to update states using the setMyArray() or update method even in situations when coders combine the old array with newer elements within JavaScript’s Spread operator. 

For most users, this is more convenient for preparing new arrays. To get the best results, take the help of top experts at the best React development Company in the USA to handle the procedure sequence for you. 

How to use Hooks to include Array within the React State?

The push () function is not compatible with React state updating. However, it is possible to utilize .concat() function for preparing quick updates with simple steps and zero issues. In fact, the Spread operator is beneficial for activating the JavaScript-based array state without excess complications.

Users can add items within the array under the React state with multiple methods, although mutating the states directly is inefficient. It is much simpler to store the JavaScript objects within the React state alongside the array as well. Here are some essential points to note in regard to the functionality of the push () method in the context of adding gooks into the React state array: 

The method is instrumental in changing the array length. 

With the push() method, it is possible to insert new items into the array end. 

Get a new length that the method returns. 

For example, the useState hook is enabled with functional components that allow you to add more functionality for the local state. React can become a good choice for keeping state between re-renders. These types are known mainly as the useState Hook. 

Therefore, the useState([]) command automatically starts to initialize the available state that keeps hold of an array without any value. The codework for this is expressed in expressed as the following:

import React, { useState } from "react"

           import ReactDOM from "react-dom"       

           function App() {

           // React Hooks declarations

           const [searches, setSearches] = useState([])

           const [query, setQuery] = useState("")

           const handleClick = () => {

           // Save search term state to React Hooks

           }

           // ...

How to pass the callback to the State Setter?

Next, the coder has to pass the available callback into the function for the state setter that focuses on creating a new array. Here, the new item is open to the array end. That ultimately updates the available state array using the new element present at the end. 

Here is an important codework related to this procedure that you should focus on as an example for the programming here:

import React, { useState } from "react";

export default function App() {

  const [arr, setArr] = useState(["Demo"]);

  return (

<div>

<button> setArr((oldArray) =&gt; [...oldArray, "Demo"])}&gt; Click Here </button>

<div>

{arr.map((a, i) =&gt; (

{a}

))}

</div>

); }

Handle the process for implementing the State Setter Function?

We can supply a callback that gets a state's former value. It also inserts a new one into the state setter function returned by useState. For programmers that have to include the element and add it to the array end, it can be carried out by directly providing the array copy.

The top experts will proceed with this method with a focus on the State Setter Function in such a way. 

Final Words

Ultimately, follow the steps mentioned to implement this function in codework with zero errors correctly. Or, better yet, hire trained programming experts to handle the entire process with better accuracy, a more resourceful library, and get more practical support. 

In this case, the experts at The React Company are capable professionals to turn to for high-grade work with React programming, like operating the push method and more. They have the experience and the training to handle the programming process with more control and even make creative changes to suit the project. 

Reach out as soon as possible for the experts to get started on your project immediately!

[codeworks]

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[presteps]

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[catthecoder]

current mood: laying on floor and crying as i watch long-ass youtube tutorials on c because our teacher is a mess and when told he’s going through the topics too fast, he agreed with us and proceeded cut the number of our lectures into half

[esoteric-codes]

Peter Wildman's thesis Deconstructing code that works (a paper and accompanying performance/installation) deconstructs not so much working code, but rather the rigid binary of runnability itself: whether a piece of text can be called "code." To explain why this is necessary, Wildman recounts the early days of code poetry and its debate over runnability, which has never quite gone away.

Code is a Text that Runs

In 2001, Alan Sondheim coined "codework," a term for the growing field of hybrid texts that read as both code and poems. This was an attempt to describe what was, like most emergent movements, a motley group of creators with very different intentions (Sondheim's paper, and some of the others referenced by Wildman, can be found on Monoskop's code poetry page). Before codework, it had as many different terms (rich.list, programmable poetry) as it did writers. While Sondheim's term caught on, the looseness of this new category of writing, along with some of his idiosyncratic vocabulary and ideas, was challenged, most notably by John Cayley. In a debate on the nettime mailing list (summarized here on Cayley's site), the two debated whether texts that are not code belong in the codework category at all. In what sense does poetry that can't be run as code belong to a genre that merges code and poetry? Yet the writing of perhaps the best known writer of the genre, Mez Breeze, is not easily confused with runnable code.

To esolangers, this debate might seem odd, as the opposite impulse is much more common: making code that is less traditionally code-like in appearance or logic -- or sometimes non-textual entirely: made up of emoji, music, or images. But it should not be a surprise that work by folks approaching this work from an experimental literary perspective are dominated by its textual qualities.

In 2002, Rita Raley's paper "Interferences: Net. Writing and the Practice of Codework" attempted to move past the executable/non-executable debate, describing it as the central issue in a first wave of critical discourse, now past. To her, the more interesting exploration is in the tension between natural languages and programming languages at work in writing like Breeze's. But here, Wildman argues that she is still trapped in the same dichotomy:

Raley attempted to reunify the field, or more precisely Sondheim and Cayley’s divided terms of reference, by incorporating the binary divide of executable/non-executable into the qualities of the field itself. She states that “codework tries on the whole to move beyond this schism - the code and its ‘work’ or operation - to make something new. It relies on this schism in order to produce its effects, but then there is a mixing, an interfusion, and something other emerges.” (Raley 2002, par 31) Yet, this reunification of codework has not taken hold as we can still see this schism being referenced fourteen years on.

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[websterstylemag]

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[infinitethree]

daz you confuse me

anywho! why must you call me an asshole? i haven't talked to you in A While! maybe i'm nicer now!

admittedly i was kinda rude to you in the past. maybe when Innit's got a separate body i'll apologize!

you do have to understand, though, that the level of civility you give to Innit, is the level you'll receive from me! at least from now on! which will probably actually matter as i plan to talk to you more-

ta ta then!

Daz glowers at the wall when he hears that.

It’s not like there’s a tangible form to glare at, so generally a wall, floor, or ceiling is the next best bet. Same thing with talking to San, just more annoying because of the nature of Observers.

He’s currently in his kitchen cooking a late lunch. Aster is watching him from where he's awkwardly perched on one of the stools at the counter.

“It hasn’t been anywhere long enough for me to believe that,” he scoffs. “But, hey, at least you recognize your faults! Maybe it can lead to some character growth.”

“Don’t taunt an Observer, Daz,” Aster sighs, brows furrowed in annoyance at him instead of at the divine messenger harassing him.

Daz knows what it looks like when Aster is annoyed with him versus with anyone else. The difference is subtle, but Daz sees it often enough to clock it.

Be nice to Asher, Innit hisses, making Daz roll his eyes. “They’ve made a habit of trying to get under my skin. You’re all insane if you think I won’t make jabs back, let alone play nice.”

Aster, evidently hunting for a different avenue of discussion, asks, “Hey, Innit– which one is this Observer? Like, uh– which of the critters.”

Innit audibly perks up. Raccoon! Asher is the best friend I’ve ever had.

There’s a pause, and then it adds, Not that I don’t appreciate the others. But Asher is– really special. 

Daz opens his mouth, but there’s a quiet murmur of, They’re like my Tubbo.

And…

He feels guilty.

It’s not like he wanted to lock Innit up. But he’d been left with no choice, and he knew that trying to backtrack would be suicidal.

Hell; the only reason he agreed to let it out now is because the Showrunner agreed to ensure that it couldn’t just do the whole sleep-deprivation-torture thing again.

Knowing Innit’s lack of agency in pretty much any matter used to make him angry. At him family for breaking him like that; at himself for being so easily broken.

But…

Well, it’s not like that’ll matter soon. Innit will get its own body– a project that never should have been needed and is years belated.

The issue with splitting them apart is that, well, Innit is functionally his admin traits personified. There’s not really a way to fully split them without it causing…issues.

The best direction that the assembled mods and admin have come up with is something close to a wireless link to an organic robot. Innit will still be grounded in his head, and as a safeguard it will be returned back if a respawn is triggered.

Its body will be fine, and is being developed as a sort of shell. It can remain in what’s functionally ‘stasis’ for weeks, maybe even months, without issues.

The body would need to be given nutrients and such in a hospital if it took more than a day or so to fix, granted, but it won’t die if Innit get yeeted back at a bad time.

That’s all assuming it works as intended, of course.

Something this complicated could very easily go wrong. They’ve been testing various functions on Lucid’s testing sub-server environment– a sort a blank slate space where simulations of code can be run.

Daz’s free time is mostly spent on this project. It’s a massive undertaking, even with two minds working in tandem and several helpers.

Because make no mistake; Daz and Innit are the leads on this.

Day and Lucid have experience with extreme codework, sure, but they’re not as personally invested in this as Daz and Innit are.

Lee, of course, is there more in the hopes that he’ll learn from them than anything else. There’s a slim chance his vibes will kick in and help, but nobody is really counting on that.

Heaving a sigh and resuming his meal prep, Daz says, “Asher is the raccoon.”

“If we’re right about the audience in the Showrunner’s domain representing the Observers– or are the Observers, not like we know how they work– then…they’re definitely one of the VIP ones,” Aster murmurs to himself.

Daz says, “My theory is the more they interact with us, the more obvious they are. So Asher was the most solid-looking one. Fuck knows who the other is– Break, maybe?”

Be nice to Break.

“Break is one of Innit’s buddies, seems like. What were the other two ones– a small dragon and a mouse?” He’s pretty sure he’s remembering that right, from when Aster explained it.

“Looked bigger than a mouse. Rat, I think,” Aster corrects.

If you really have to know, Break is the dragon. And, yes, the last one is a rat. I don’t know their name, so I’ve been calling them Mithra.

He frowns, going into the Welcome Wagon name database. It’s a handy resource for anyone looking for help in finding a new name, and thus is freely accessible to anyone.

His first try– Mythra– gets close enough to get the actual entry.

…Fuck, it’s an ancient god of light, justice, and friendship.

With a long, tired sigh, he sets his com on the counter and slides it over to Aster. “That’s what they call the rat one.”

Aster’s brow creases and a horribly pitying look creeps into his eyes. “You’ll…” He hesitates, and then continues, “You’ll both be happier when you can have some space. When Innit can have some control again.”

Daz’s com is slid back, and he adds, “You still need to pick a new name, by the way.”

It won’t feel real until I can touch grass and feel the sun. I don’t want to jinx it.

“There’s nothing to jinx,” Daz scoffs as he pockets his com and finishes meal prep and shoves it in the oven. Anxiety buzzes under his skin so he does what he does best and grabs the stuff to make a dessert.

Cooking is half art half science, but leans even more heavily into science when it comes to things like baking.

He decides on something simple enough that Aster won’t look at it weird and yet has a lot of intricate steps involved.

Continuing, he reminds it, “I can’t back out, remember? I made a deal with your– fuckin’ patron god.”

I have faith you could find a way around it, if you really wanted. If you thought I was unworthy enough.

That makes him flinch. He hates that they had such a comparatively brief time being as thick as thieves, and now…

Now any goodwill is shattered.

But Innit made the first strike. It attacked when he wouldn’t follow its will– how the fuck could he trust it any more after that?

There was no other option.

Instead of letting the silence linger more, he tells Aster, “I have tomorrow off. I’m going into the Swords and Shields before lunch, but I won’t stay for long.”

His evidently future husband blinks at him. “...Okay? I don’t know why you’re warning me.” “Do I need a reason to do anything?”

Aster gives him a withering look. “You’ve never done anything you can’t justify or isn’t because of your deeply fucked up and entirely unresolved trauma.” “I resolved plenty when I watched Dream bleed out on his stupid fuckin’ blackstone brick floors.” “You know damn well that wasn’t enough, Daz. How long have you woken up in a cold sweat from nightmares he caused? How much–”

Uhg, he catches the signs of Aster seeing something again. “Fucking Prime,” Aster mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Resigned by now, Daz sighs, “What’d you see this–” “The cookies.”

He really doesn’t want to dwell on it, but the amount matters. “...How much.”

“I…I think it was a timelapse, sort of. So, uh, pretty much all of it.”

The look on his face makes Daz’s skin crawl. He wants to pick a fight, because it’s so much easier to accept Aster’s wrath than Aster’s pity.

He’s a good person, Innit repeats, almost like a warning. If you’re not gonna be good to him, maybe you should give up on him before you hurt him.

…What.

“The fuck does that mean,” he growls, bristling for reasons he can’t really put a name to. Hey, maybe if it’s just someone like you he’s into…I could give him a try.

Immediately, he snaps, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare you fuckin’ bastard! He’s–!”

He closes his mouth with an audible click before he says too much.

Fuck no, he can’t say that. It’s– it’s too weird, too untrue, too–

He’s what, Daz? Share with the class.

Through gritted teeth, furiously whisking the bowl he’s dumped things into on autopilot, he warns, “I’m not discussing this.”

Not like Innit has a chance anyway– Daz and Aster have been seeing the future, their future.

It’s…almost comforting, to have that sense of security. To know that no matter how miserable and painful it is right now, he’ll end up in a place where he’s happy.

But what if knowing is changing things? Maybe you’ve already started a new timeline, just by seeing it.

Maybe it’s not set in stone. Maybe the future is more malleable than you’re giving it credit for.

That’s…

No. No, he doesn’t want to– can’t believe that. Not when he sees something so precious and rare on the horizon– that ephemeral moonlight he can never hold onto–

Daz shakes his head, scowling. He’s not going to let these stupid mind games get to him.

He’s startled when he feels a hand on his arm, making him stop his mixing. He looks up and sees Aster looking at him with concern, having leaned across the counter.

“You okay?”

…Yeah, of course he’d be worried about this kind of thing. He’s weirdly purehearted like that– doesn’t like seeing others unhappy in front of him.

He sighs softly, forcing his body to relax. “...It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” “Daz–” “I’m not gonna talk about it with you. Push and I’ll make you go home without the damn food.”

Aster stares at him, but reluctantly pulls back.

“...Tell me if whatever it is gets to be too much. Please.” “Sure,” Daz lies, shrugging a shoulder.

He’s not going to discuss this with him any time soon, or ideally ever.

…Especially not the potential that things could be different from what they’re seeing.

Because a quiet fear has now nestled into his heart.

What would it take to push Aster too far and shatter that idyllic happiness they’ve been seeing? What would Daz be left with if the person who has seen him laid so bare decides he’s unworthy?

In his gut, he knows it would destroy him. He knows that getting confirmation that he’s truly too mangled and broken to love would kill him in all the ways that matter.

If he loses that future in his attempts to chase after it…what does he have left?

[bacchanal-if]

Mini Update

I had to take on some freelance work which is now eating into my time. I will probably be busy with it until the middle of November but hey, bills to pay! So I have less time to work on the story but it is still actively being worked on 😇

It's all character customization right now, which will be the first demo release. I'm undecided if just the character creation plus 4 nsfw illustrations will be enough for the nsfw preorder but we'll see! Maybe I'll make a poll for if I should have the whole of Chapter 1 finished or not. I know the thirst for the nsfw blog is real so I'm not trying to push it back more than I need to 👅💦

But for now my tasks are:

Fleshing stuff out a little more

Editing

Light codework for the stats bar

4 Nsfw portraits

Maybe asking for beta readers? Never too early!

[s0lar-ch3ri]

SO MATPAT IS COVERING ROBLOX GAMES

i never thought mat pat would do roblox theories but since he did ima do my own theory before i watch the vid (spoilers for the game ig?)

right so yall remember the tube where it says they were made? yeah, thats basically a big part of the theory, but as well as something else.

yes i went onto fucking youtube and looked this video up. its from the intro scene, but theres an odd part in it.

there is a motherfucking bio hazard sign right there. id have to say this and tube are probably highly correlated. and ill tie it in with the crash as well, dont worry, but let me start from the beginning of the story/the earliest part of lore i got theories for, and i'll do evidence for each part as i go. first off, the school bus driver. that man had to either work with red or be heavily affected by the chemicals to drive that way. its obvious by the lobby area looking like a school, the words "Going on a field trip...", and the school bus that we're school students on a field trip (weird how its at night but i wont talk about that) to oddworld, a theme park. (image below for what we see of oddworld)

its quite obviously that way and even if the sign changed the driver should have a gps to show where. not to mention the big ferris wheel should light the way to go and biohazard sign should light where to not. yet the driver still fucking turns the other way. its hard to believe the chemicals would be able to affect them up there (if im wrong do correct me idfk how chemicals work really) so the only logical answer was this character worked with red. either the driver purposefully crashed or they breathed in chemicals and shit happened. either way, they crashed the end. just kidding, lets get into my next intro theory! oddworld is owned by the same company that made the rainbow friends. they look a lot like mascots of a theme park, plus no theme park would willingly build by biohazards unless wanting to do some crazy experiment which requires luring kids out to kidnap them for tests, right? (yep, this another theory) not to mention, it ties in with the driver working for red idea. if they used the theme park as a codework, itd be less sussy (im sorry) if they were caught and searched. now, lets move onto the actual gameplay for theories!

(credits to @arcadianxanadus for placing themselfs there for this image as my stupid ass died to fucking green) the chemicals did shit to the rainbow friends for sure, and by the image shows, the company was knowingly keeping them inside the building. not to mention, these bitches are fucking color coded. do note this: theyre kept in the same room as all the items needed to be collected. im mainly concerned how they fucking eat here and the chemicals are still there. another thing to note, everyone but purple has 2 chemical containers. purple only has one. oh, and dont forget, PURPLE IS THE ONLY ONE WE NEVER SEE FULLY. is it possible that hes had so many chemical shit hes too horrified to let himself be seen fully, implying these bitches have sentience for their existence and have a brain that can worry what others think of him? yep, bingo. will i get into purple more? for sure, but lets back track tooooo...

TUBE! (most to all images will be taken because of my trooper arcadian) its quite obvious this tube did experiment shit with the rainbow friends. the machine seems to have rusted from being fucking old (l bozo /j) and thus probably wouldn't even work now. the chemical containers i believe powered this thing but when something went wrong, they stopped. so what could have gone wrong? i have two guesses. purple, or red. purple is the most advanced of the ones found during game play, actually following the closest player and hiding in vents to catch you, however he seems to also be the most wild (get more into him later). red, however, is most intelligent of the rainbow friends seemingly, since he can actually function technology, set up a sleeping quarters, plan out events, identify objects, speak english, and other things. but enough on red and purple, lets say good bye to the tube! finally, we start with characters (no more images because 1. its been days since i started this post, 2. i dont have the energy to actually live in rainbow friends to take ss for this kinda stupid post thing, and 3. i wanna get into the vid soon so yeah)! lets get into blue. so what i believe happened to all the rainbow friends is either they were puppets turned alive or humans turned to monsters, so ill go with the human one. i have looked way too much into bot patterns so deal with it. blue commonly hangs out around wider areas and ive seen goes into the theater a lot, more than the other bots im sure. he also enters some of the locations (if not all locations) of the blocks we look for on night 1. ive seen him stop while walking out of nowhere then turn around multiple times so theres also that. i feel blue was a small child before who was the main star of the show (i mean hes got the crown and stuff so id assume) that got lured into the tube and blah blah. itd explain why hed walk around in the theater the most (to me at least). it would also make sense to not suspecting the boxes, people on a set would have boxes filled with items like props or costumes or whatever.

next up: green! this celery stick is blind and has a pattern of mainly sticking to hallways, but will once of twice enter the theater only to block a door. like blue (i forgot to mention this in blues part but oh well), green can start below and climb the ladder (image above). i believe green could have possibly been a worker at the place who was tricked into going inside the tube. it'd make sense as to why a box would be unusual for him to find, he knows a box wouldnt be there originally.

next rainbow friend on the list is orange. orange has a visible pattern but is the only one who you can make not hunt you by feeding him food. i believe orange was a dog before being orange, seeing how hes fed something that looks like dog food and has a den like wolves would. FINALLY WE GET INTO HIM!!! PURPLE, THE VENT GOBLIN!!! i only found his pattern through how my friend got in a server alone. purple doesnt have a certain area he goes, but he does go to the closest player. hes also the only one that we never see fully. what he actually is can confuse me. that means i sadly cant fully say what he could be without an idea of what more than his arms and eyes and mouth look like. however, there is something i want to go back to (which obvi connects to purple). remember tube? theres writing on the walls talking about where "they" (the rainbow friends) were made and a picture of the tube. this couldnt have been there originally, so someone had to have written it. i suspect purple, and heres why. blues design is like a marshmellow (all images below). green's fingers wouldnt work for holding chalk, plus hes blind. orange seems to wild to be able to write words that neat, and again his hands are pinchers. purple has four fingers which could grip, and seems like he could write similar to that. not to mention its next to a vent. its also a bit ironic that purple isn't there (ik orange isnt there i was tryna be silly). also i know that there are images on google on what purple looks like normally, but i dont know for sure if those are right so for now i wont take a chance.

alright now we finish up (finally, ik) characters with red! red seems to have the most lore connected to him and the most intelligence as well. he can actually talk and kidnap children on field trips and see his surroundings (/hj). to me, it seems like a classic "testing on (insert thing) but something went wrong) type deal. i feel though, it went wrong twice. purple seems the closest to matching red's intelligence and red could have written the message as well, if he were helping us. before someone thinks he is, he literally kidnapped us. what i think of red? hes a scientist doing illegal tests on children without moral problems it seems. what the results are and why he needs them, there could be multiple reasons. now we move onto other details, starting with ourselves! we're obviously a school kid, but since im an overthinker, im getting an age range. the image(s) below is taken from this video. lets ignore the tall people and focus on black haired girl in the front (first image). now, i went ahead and got a picture of her in the other scene when the bus crashes just for another size reference. i picked her since she seems to be average height in game. with a google search, i found a roblox character is about '5"1 (or 154 cm). i went in and the joined the game so i could get a school reference (3rd and 4th pic is of school) and see what grade area it may be (elementary, middle, high school, or beyond). the school didnt provide much help, so i took focus on the playground. to me, it seems as though this is an elementary school, seeing how only an elementary would have a playground from what i know. i tried to look up a fifth grader's average height, which is 56 for a male and 57 for a female, the 57 equaling 4.75 feet. yeah, not gonna work. then i remembered before that some elementaries have 6th grade. i checked it out, around 5 foot. bingo! now onto age. the age range i found is 11-12 years old. yay, we know around how old the players are possibly! now, theres a big part here ive overlooked: its fucking nighttime. the only way for this to actually be a regular field trip at night would be if a;its a multi day trip or b;this is a boarding school. this couldnt be a multi day trip since thats only for camps and shit, not a fucking theme park. so boarding school? nope. assuming this takes place in the us, kids dont normally go to boarding school until 9th or 10th grade. plus, the building doesnt seem to be a boarding school. so whats happening? i suspect that this experiment process was a sort of deal with the school to borrow kids from an after school program id guess seeing how little the amount of kids there are and how ive seen no signs of searching for these missing kids. basically, kids getting experimented on. next theory!

this is gonna be the last im sure, but it has to do with each nights quests. night 1 is the blocks, night 2 is the food packets, night 3 is the batteries, and night 4 is the fuses. i feel theres symbolization in the quests so lets buckle into it (if ya get the reference, nice). the blocks i feel represent how blue acts like a baby whos still developing their brain. the food packets obvi are for orange and the batteries are supposed to mean our escape, the fuses coming after meaning not as well planned. however, they also could mean something else. both times we get something electrical, purple is out. not to mention, the fuse night/night 4 feels more like purples night while night 3/battery night seems to be more suited to orange as in an intro to him. the tube seems like it wouldnt use batteries if you look at its design. however, something like fuses would seem to work. what am i implying? purple broke the machine. yep, i came to a conclusion! i would go over details, but you can read through and peace together shit so i dont have to keep repeating myself over and over. and thats basically all the theories ive had on rainbow friends before watching mat pat! this has taken me a while and im tired but am whiling to write more on the theory thing! bye now!

[stormblessed95]

I've always been about 50/50 on the theory that ARMY is a codework for Jikook. But this one definitely is swaying me.

https://twitter.com/stopkookminpls/status/1444694792882040835

Lmao I have 3 asks regarding this tweet from today 🤣 I'm full in, I totally believe that Jikook use ARMY as a codeword, mostly for Jimin. I talked about that in this post here too, including the moment you sent:

[conarcoin]

If it helps, my method of codeworking is to talk through it, explain every line to myself as if i were stupid. i don't do java, but the loops chapter for c++ was kicking my ass so. hope that helps!

i think i need to do this when i'm actually on adderall