#coder journey

[tisthemorrow]

Halloween in July, I guess... Well, actually it was just Halloween around Halloween about a year ago...maybe when these were first written and published; however, it's not July anymore and that blog website is long gone for now. So, I am left with a bunch of stuff from my coding documenting days...

So... here's 5 PDFs about nightmares I have encountered--or got myself in while teaching myself how to code. Each include a story, a lesson, and a warning about replicating my mistakes on your own. So, DON'T. And DO READ THESE!

[agendratum]

the four horsemen of censored danmei adaptations' endings:

faceless voice

out of nowhere bullshit that defeats the point of the entire plot before that

paywalled secret happy ending but watch out

shitty rushed animation about someone's sexual legs trauma

[occamstfs]

Start-Up

Gabriel hates the start-up he works for. Though this morning it seems there are more immediate things he should be concerned with as men something strange begins to change men around the world.

Couldn't let all these other authors have all this fun without me! Here's my own take on the theme of Viral Transformation! Now I did muddy the waters a bit by setting my virus story at a social media start up but I think it works haha! Do check out the stories by all the other amazing writers who took part!!! -Occam

There was something strange going on in the city today and Gabriel wasn’t quite sure what the cause was. It’s not like there’s a commotion or anything, on the contrary; the streets were quiet but there was just something sinister in the air. He works for a new social media start-up in the wake of most of the big platforms collapsing, succinctly named Web. Gabriel didn’t have a ton of faith in the app and was growing increasingly tired of dealing with the CEO’s inane demands but hey, as long as checks keep clearing.

Reuben’s, said CEO’s, most recent crusade was banning the use of any competing sites or networks on company property, which unfortunately includes Gabriel’s personal devices. Who knew start-ups could be so draconian, though when the rich boy in charge has a fleet of lawyers and the lowly programmer just needs to make ends meet that’s how it goes it seems. All this to say, Web is thus far incredibly unsuccessful as a news platform and poor Gabriel is unable to see the chaos going on in the city behind closed doors as he walks into work.

The programmer artfully misses chyrons scrolling past telling all men to stay indoors and not to make unnecessary journeys as he mindlessly scrolls on the app he has spent countless hours producing. “Ugh.” Gabriel rolls his eyes as he sees post after post from thoughtless gym bros. Reuben swears this is a massive demographic for them but the programmer has constantly spoken up to the contrary. What could they possibly gain by making yet another platform for men who could barely read. Any indulgence or encouragement towards this demographic was sure to push away more reasonable, serious people.  

Eyes still glued to his phone in search of any shred of news, Gabriel doesn’t notice the state of the receptionist as he wanders past to take the elevator up to the office, “Morning Ron.” Only after a few seconds with no response does the coder finally tear his eyes away to see the young man in quite a disheveled state. He chokes back a gasp as he sees Ron quickly remove the hand that was shoved in his pants as he too only just notices the presence of his fellow man, “UHH Morning Gabe- I was just uhhh, getting something out of my pocket?” His rapid movement sends the sound of fabric tearing through the air as whatever remains of the button up he was wearing falls in pieces to the floor.

Desperate to put this encounter behind himself Gabriel mashes the close door button in the elevator. “Ron can’t have been masturbating just now.” he assures his reflection in the elevator doors. “He’s a good kid, smart kid.” He says of the man maybe five years his junior. Still, at the very least Gabriel is surprised that he came to work wearing clothes that clearly didn’t fit? He can’t help but summon the intimate look at Ron’s body he just received and can’t imagine how the receptionist bulked up so quickly? He can’t think of a single occasion of Ron mentioning going to the gym. 

Elevator clicking ever upwards he figures Reuben must be to blame, first he wants lunkheads using our app and then he convinces employees to waste time at the gym. Ah! That stupid gym! Gabriel punches a fist into his own palm as in the back of his mind he remembers the CEO taking up valuable office space to create a company gym for any employees to make use of. One of the many ‘benefits’ of working on Web. “God I hate startups.”

The elevator doors clink open and Gabriel exits to find the office space seems to be a ghost town. No one is using cubicles and he only sees a few of his fellow department heads have made it in so far. He grumbles to himself, “God-damnit if today could have been work from home I’m leaving now…” Despite his irritation, he enters his office and immediately starts getting to work. Waiting on his desk is a short list of suggestions on how to improve the platform from Rueben, which he promptly discards with little ado. Checking his own to-do list for the day he finds a one on one scheduled with one of the few coworkers he actually respects, Alexander Blainely, head of marketing. 

Most of the other executives were yes men, but Alexander seems to have an actual head on his shoulders. Gabriel always finds their meetings far more stimulating and productive than most other drudgery that goes on in this office. Returning into the open workspace, Gabriel shivers as he feels something in the air yet again. Completely unplaceable, it’s almost certainly nothing, but he remains on edge. His discomfort only grows as he nears his friend’s office and his hitherto directionless uneasiness finds a source. Hearing somethin a little more than disconcerting he whispers under his breath, “what the fuck? Is that moaning?” 

Barely audible when he shuts the door of his own office and wanders into the otherwise silent suite, it increases in volume with each step towards that of Alexander’s quarters. Gabriel grits his teeth and rages in his own mind for trusting anyone in this god-forsaken venture to treat their job with a shred of dignity. Arriving at the door and confirming that the man is clearly exerting himself somehow with a clear disregard to decency in their shared workspace, Gabriel scrunches his face and takes a deep breath. Hesitating at the thought of catching someone he had thought was a compatriot in flagrante delicto, his ire overcomes his usual prudence and he barges in. Never could he be prepared for the sight that awaited him.

Alexander sits on his work desk masturbating with his eyes closed as he rapturously traces over a muscular body that Gabriel flat out knows he has never had before today. Tongue lolling out of his mouth and dripping with drool as if he were a dog, Gabriel can’t help but loose a gasp as he sees with every pump of his cock, with every fervent breath and heady gasp from Alex, his body is continuing to change. 

Seconds pass and his skin browns with an unnatural tan under the LED lights in his office. Meanwhile he continues to surge larger, biceps already larger than when Gabriel stumbled in, the head of marketing’s shoulders pack on muscle as his neck thickens and his whole torso widens with strength. Thighs bulge meatier as his cock quivers higher, stretching inches further into the air as his already massive balls pulse larger. Gabriel’s gasp announcing his presence, the masturbating man opens his eyes and, almost as if it were a defense mechanism he loses control and cums.

Gabriel can’t tear his eyes away from the titan at the moment of his release. Every already massive muscle on his body expands as veins bulge out from the clear stress of the transformation. As load after load shoots out in inhumanly quick succession, Gabriel freezes as he sees facial hair and body hair that somehow already looks shaved begins to decorate his beyond masculine form. Sweat glistening off the man’s sculpted body makes him aware of the aura of musk that has clearly been filling this room, one that is impossibly similar to the general malaise that he has been assailing his senses all morning. Finally realizing what is happening in front of him, Gabriel slams the door shut and sprints down the hall, accompanied by nothing but his own gasps of exertion. 

He doesn’t take a second to think until he’s safe back in the sanctum of his office. The only place since this morning where he hasn’t felt the dreadful haze that he only just became totally aware of. Hopefully safe here, he allows himself a moment of reflection, connecting his brief encounter with Ron and his unfortunate meeting with what can’t have been Alexander. “Fuck it.” He starts to pull out his cell to check the news but before he can make any progress, he realizes there is something warm and sticky on his shirt. Looking down to see what it is he immediately drops his phone and tears off his suit. God. Some of that must-be imposter’s cum got on his button up. He throws the shirt away and scrubs at his skin where the man’s fluids got on him with fury. Using hand sanitizer like it’s a cure he scrubs and scratches until his skin burns red and raw. 

After he’s confident he’s done all he can to remove any trace of Alex from his body, Gabriel grabs the backup shirt he keeps in his desk for just an occasion as this. Or rather, in case he spills coffee on himself or some other accident that makes sense at all. His mind craving any degree of normalcy the thought of coffee stays with him. Oliver should be making it in about now. His pulse begins to quicken as he feels concern for the intern, in fact it’s racing far faster a tempo than it usually reaches at its most accelerate. Putting his hand on his wrist as concern for himself eclipses that of Oliver he finds both come to a head as his door opens and he falls out of his chair in shock.

“Jesus Oliver, knock next time!” The programmer shouts cowering behind his desk. Oliver quickly sets down his handful of mugs and goes to help his boss up, “So sorry Gabe! I just saw you were in and you usually don’t mind at all.” Standing up, Gabriel inches behind the intern and quietly closes the door, he looks Oliver up and down for anything out of the ordinary. “Are you, feeling alright Ollie?” The man purses his lips and pats himself down, clearly not in the same headspace of his usually stoic boss, “Well, I believe I am sir? Is, uhm, everything alright with you?” Oliver’s eyes flicker around the room seeing the discarded clothes and taking note of his boss sweating more than usual. In fact Oliver isn’t sure if he’s ever seen the man really sweat at all, “Did you want me to switch for an iced coffee?”

Gabriel rubs his face and is similarly shocked to find himself sweating, “Ugh. I think this job might be getting to me. Have you seen anyone else in the office today?” Oliver puffs his cheeks and looks at the mugs he set aside, “No actually? Now that you mention it, Ronnie wasn’t even downstairs which seemed weird. I mean he’s always on that grind to try and impress Rueben.” Gabe scratched his beard and grimaced, usually he’s quite adept at compartmentalizing, it’s how he hasn’t blown up at the CEO thus far. But the impossibility of what he saw in Alexander’s office has left him shaken. His heart rate begins to rise once more as his mind returns to that scene. 

In fact, it’s not the only thing that begins to rise. Suddenly his uncontrollable mind latches onto the image of Alexander’s cock expanding and then blowing its load and Gabriel’s own cock begins to stir. His face burns with blush as he can’t help but dart his eyes to see his usually unimpressive cock begin to inch its way larger down his dress pants. For his part Oliver, used to taking verbal cues follows his boss’ eyeline and balks as he sees the man thoughtlessly go to grab it. Oliver is struck speechless as the ever stark programmer bites his lip and begins rubbing his cock through the linen pants, “Jesus, uh- Uhm- Sir!?” 

Immediately alert he wipes his face and sucks up the drool that was apparently beginning to pool in his throat. Gabriel grabs a tissue and wipes his brow, fervently apologizing to the intern, “I am so sorry Oliver. I don’t know what…” Oliver quickly waves him off, not so much bothered by the behavior as surprised. “D- Don’t you worry about it Gabe, er sir. I’ll just be out here if you need me!” He backs into the door before stepping out with an awkward nod, leaving the coffee cups behind. Gabriel debates whether or not he should report himself to HR before he slams his fist against his desk chair as he remembers they haven’t an HR department. 

Rage at his shitty start-up returning at an elevated degree he gets his head back in the game, despite the best attempts of his wanting package and balls growing bluer by the second. Concerned for whatever seems to be going on in this office, or worse in the world at large, he goes to the internet once more. Without much thought at all he opens Web and starts scrolling to find any information of use. Unfortunately for the higher functions in his mind the programmer is immediately assailed by the mindless user base he so disdains, and rather than feeling the ire he always does towards the dullards and hellions. Instead he finds himself possessed with a desire to drink in every last bulging muscle that presents itself.

Coworkers, friends, reporters- Everyone Gabriel has deemed worthy of attention on the nigh-worthless platform he is forced to use, even those who are straighter laced than Gabriel, have been posting smut on main. Industrious man he may be, the programmer is indeed but a man of flesh and blood, and that blood is rushing through him at a breakneck pace to give him the most intense erection he’s ever enjoyed. 

It’s partially why he’s so adamant about diversifying their app, a weakness in himself for the male form; a weakness that whatever corruption that is beginning to rise within him is gleefully taking full advantage of. He tries to stay focused, return to his concerned research, but after taking a gasping breath he realizes that his own body has begun to produce the musky air that must be spreading the impossible changes he’s trying to get to the bottom of.

Staring at the bulging pecs and hairy asses of men he once respected, Gabe struggles to pay attention to anything but the cock begging for his attention as it begins to create a wet spot halfway down his leg. The zipper halfway undone by the growing beast alone is fully ripped asunder as Gabriel can’t help but full on masturbate in his office, just as he walked into Alexander doing but minutes ago. He tears off his button up with uncharacteristic aggression as it begins to impede his jacking off. As soon as his arms are exposed his attention leaves the app and begins to hone in on his own body. God has he always been so hot?

Gabriel flexes his biceps and smirks as he sees them peak higher than he’s ever imagined they could before now. Raising his arms also exposes his pits, a hotbed for musk and whatever impossible contagion hides within it. He forces his neck to crane down into his pit as sweat begins to stain the undershirt that is rapidly filled with new mass. Intended to be deliberately loose, pounds begin to pack onto his chest and push the garment to its brim, the cotton fabric sticks to his chest tight enough that it would be a struggle to get it off over his new pecs, hearing the sound of fabric straining his cock grows even harder at the idea that perhaps he won’t even need to take it off. He’ll just grow large enough that his massive body will destroy it for him.

This thought flitting through his mind, Gabirel loses whatever shred of self-control remains and goes all out in enjoying the changes happening to him. Rubbing his hands across his sweat-covered tank top and feeling the burning muscles building themselves underneath it. The sound of fabric straining and tearing fills him with pleasure he couldn’t fathom before now as he nears his first rapturous release. Sweat drips from his pits as they grow thicker and curls stretch further afield as to be ungovernable, ever focused on the task of spreading his scent. Steady streams of pre trail down his cock, lathering his hand as his whole body quivers with the anticipation of ecstasy.

Before it can arrive however he receives a scheduled video call from the man he wants to hear from less than any other. Clicking accept as he must, the disdain that Gabriel has always held for Rueben quickly comes to a head. Greeted with the image of a more muscular, just as juvenile, version of the CEO filling his screen, Gabriel can’t help but grit his teeth in rage. Hearing him laugh and flex as he begins playing with the special effects in Zoom, Gabriel doesn’t have a moment to realize that he’s continued to masturbate. Instead,  much like when Alexander was surprised, his anger triggers him to cum immediately with no restraint, shooting loads all over the underside of the desk, his still thrusting hand, and the computer screen in front of him. 

Rueben laughs even harder at the sight, his voice duller than ever as he chastises the programmer, “Yo bro huh! Don’t take out your anger on the little guy! You should head down to the company gym and put that aggression to good use bro huhuh!” Gabriel narrows his eyes as veins bulge in his neck. Unhappy that the CEO might have a point, he promptly slammed the shutdown button on his computer and stumbled to his feet, quite off balance from his powerful orgasm. 

Quickly appraising his filthy condition, he shrugs at the cum covering his skintight clothes. Whatever, the gyms sure to be disgusting anyway, despite just enjoying release his cock bounces at the idea and he bites his lip to avoid smiling in excitement. Something at the back of his mind desperately begs for a second to realize he’s almost lost himself beyond measure. Unfortunately, with another deep breath of his own b.o. the man’s eyes fog over and he lumbers out of his office. 

Turning with an awkward smile as he hears the head programmer’s office open Oliver starts to say, “Hey boss, hope your-” before his mouth falls agape at seeing the disheveled lug that wanders out. Still unsteady on his feet as they begin to tear the expensive leather shoes he had on, the man stumbles forward and catches himself on the intern’s shoulder. “Buh, sorry uh, Oll’” grimacing at the stain he left on the young man’s shirt, he wipes it in further and nods before heading off, “I’m uh… Gonna go check out the gym.” Oliver stares at what he can only guess is cum that his boss just smeared into his shirt before going off to the gym. Rather than confusion at his boss’ behavior or disgust at the surely hazardous substance on his shirt, he can’t help but sniff as something in the air begins to make him feel warm inside. 

Sprinting down the emergency flight of stairs Gabriel leaves a cloud of musk in his wake as he works up more sweat than his body has ever produced before. Each bounding footstep skips an arbitrary amount of stairs as his legs lengthen. Quickly does he lose the few shreds of clothing that remained stuck to his growing form. After his feet finally burst from his shoes he leaves a clear trail of sweaty footprints that could surely be tracked by anyone who wanders past. Though any poor fool who should wander near enough to smell the slovenly detritus in Gabriel’s wake would likely find themselves lacking motivation to do anything but immediately lose their mind to senseless pleasure then and there.

Arriving in the gym Gabriel hungrily eyes the scene and is less than thrilled that he seems to be the only man present. Opting to throw on some clothes for no reason than to feel the friction of fabric against his sweaty skin he finds stained sweatpants littered on the floor and throws them on. After gratuitously appreciating his reflection and adding to the Pollock painting of stains that litter the posing mirror of their company gym, Gabe throws himself intuitively into every machine. He delights in the tension and pull of every straining muscle and grins through the pain as they bounce back larger than with every repetition. 

He doesn’t spare half a thought about wiping down machines, and clearly whatever boorish louts used them previously didn’t either, much to his satisfaction. Each second of his body changing upstairs during his too brief session of self pleasure holds nothing towards the edification, the perfection, he enjoys now as he throws himself into a workout. It’s far more intense than his meager body should ever be able to maintain. Sweat drips from him like a waterfall as hair fans out across his form, rapidly expanding from shaved stubble into fluff that would hold and spread his scent for hours to come.

Taking a break to take a photo of his new beyond exuberant self, as he stands across from the mirror his cock instantly hardens and inches to its almost foot long length down the leg of his sweatpants. Immediately it begins dripping pre down his hairier thigh as he screams in bestial abandon. His brain is so far gone the idea of posting the steamy pics of his sweaty form on Web doesn’t even occur to him. Instead the only thoughts remaining to fill his mind are those to return to the gym and get back to the important mission of increasing his virile strength, or the even more pressing desire to fuck anything that moves. Unfortunately for him he can’t produce a single actionable step towards that end. So he shall simply enjoy his new body by his lonesome until some equally horny man stumbles into the company gym.

“God what is up with me today.” Back on the tenth floor Oliver pinches the bridge of his nose as he is overwhelmed with another headache. Ever since Gabriel paid him the brief visit on his way to the gym Oliver has been getting them with increasing frequency. He removed his shirt, not wanting to wear something fouled by whatever was covering his boss’ hands but the damage was already done. The idea that not wearing a shirt in the office is inappropriate moves further out of reach by the second. The intern scratches the back of his neck and grumbles as he feels a soreness in his arm and traps, paying no mind as his fingers trail through thicker hair spreads down from his hairline towards his shoulders. Typing away at his computer, each keypress moves slower than the last, his hands cramp as they suddenly bulge larger.

Taking the smallest second to appraise his changing form Ollie’s eyes widen as he sees there are two unmissable weights now hanging on his chest, sitting on a small gut that he has been making concerted efforts to do away with. Feeling up the new pecs he blushes as he feels stubble prickle his fingers. Rubbing them and feeling muscle give way to his thicker hands he can’t suppress the grin on his face as he feels the prickly hairs quickly thicken and curl longer, painting his chest with a beautiful forest of hair. His dick immediately surges to the largest size it can achieve in the confines of his dress pants.

Awash in feeling every new inch of his hairier, more powerful body Oliver stands up and gasps as he sees abs clearer than anything underneath the new layer of hair on his stomach. His knees give way as his hips uncontrollably thrust while he stares down at his form growing sexier by the second. He barely catches himself from falling with his right hand on the table as his body continues to hump his pants to no end, while his left trails across his body to discover the new surprises that cover each and every inch. Hesitant to trail towards the package bulging larger in his crotch, he traces his abs back up to his chest and rests on his clavicle. There does he find the greatest surprise yet, barely gracing the tips of his fingers, a beard beginning to push out on a face that has always been unfortunately clean shaven. 

While it took browsing Web and the intrusion of his workplace enemy for Gabriel’s conscious mind to give in to the euphoria of being a new, greater man, the feeling of a beard inching thicker on Oliver’s face is more than enough to give himself over to anything. This alongside whatever corrupting virus is coursing through him to cause these changes, it’s no wonder he falls to the floor and begins thrusting a hole in his pants. His meaty thighs and monumental ass make light work of his dress pants as his cock angles itself upwards, out of the waistline of his impossibly tight underwear. Even while in the process of spraying load after load into the carpet of his office, his balls continue churning, always heavy and ever wanting more release. Ever demanding he find more avenues to spread his changes and heighten his own bliss. 

Now laying on the floor, every exhilarating movement packs more pounds of muscle onto his bulging new body. More pressing than that however is the pelt making its mark everywhere it sees fit to spread. His pubes grow thick enough that no light shall ever touch the base of his cock again before they spread upwards to paint his stomach with dark curls. The deodorant he threw on this morning hasn’t a breath of a chance against the new musk that issues forth from his pits as the bushes therein grow thicker than that on his head before stretching outwards to connect with those new heady hairs he so delighted in on his chest. The hairs around his nipples grow thick enough almost to hide them as he continues frotting against the carpet.

His biceps burn with the effort of holding his body up as veins bulge down the diameter of his meaty arms, thick strands of hair quickly trailing behind to make clear his undeniable masculinity. He feels new curls itching against the back of the elastic band of his underwear as it only just hangs in there. Dark curls reach up the small of his back and quickly race to cover his ass cheeks like fuzz on a peach, creating a seamless jungle of curls from his hairy inner thighs to a dense thicket still inching higher on his back; growing into a forest perfect to be grabbed by anyone lucky enough to ride his prodigious cock.

After an especially vocal release, his shoulders burn as his traps bulge larger, which brings a certain someone’s touch to mind. Sniffing the air he finds himself in a haze of his own musk, though the musk smells awfully similar to that of the man who almost started masturbating in front of him. Following his more sensitive nose, the intern crawls over to Gabriel’s office and confirms his suspicions. Oliver smirks as he imagines that the horny freak is probaly equally wanting of a fuck buddy. 

Pulling himself up to his feet on the doorway, he grunts as his knees wobble a bit and his cock tries to convince him that humping the floor is good enough. Staying strong and holding the human instinct that some things are worth the effort, he walks on feet hairier than paws and wider than flippers to the elevator where he begins a descent to the company gym. Snapping a picture to text his boss he smirks as he thinks despite what Gabriel always says, perhaps working in a start-up has some perks after all.

It isn’t clear precisely what happened on the Fall day when men across the Bay Area began changing into, well, sex-crazed beasts. Some assume it was some strange chemical leak. Others say that it was some spontaneous evolution, though to what end such pleasure seeking changes could help a species is unclear. Some particularly conspiracy-minded folks think the whole thing was a ploy by a Social Media startup that was taking off with men precisely like the ones who changed. Though at the end of the day it doesn’t quite matter how or why they changed but how to prevent it from spreading. Across the nation, men of every walk of life are rapidly changing despite taking the best precautions. 

Closing gyms, quarantining those changing, racing to find any treatment to help those losing their minds and their bodies. Nothing seems to help as every day more men are blowing up with muscle, growing hairier with symptom spreading musk, and losing themselves to their uncontrollable lusts. At this point it’s seeming like there’s nothing that could possibly be done to stop the spread of changes, but hey, at least it seems like they’re happy.

[huntersrequiem-if]

Important announcement.

Hello everyone. I bring bad news.

I am dropping the game. There I said it. It is hard for me to admit this to myself, much less to you all. I could blame a million things - but the simple truth is that even when I have free time I do everything but write.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact reason. It could be that I'm scared I will not do this story justice, or the plot is too hard, or that it is my first IF as someone with little to no experience as a writer/coder. Yes, all of that is true, but the hardest is that I lost all drive for it. I don't even imagine scenes anymore, which pains me to admit.

Frankly, the fact that I continued writing it for nearly two years is downright a miracle. I'm proud of that because I know myself and I had no expectations for the story or the warm attention it received.

I am thankful for your presence over this journey, for all your well wishes and each ask and note. Thank you all.

Maybe we'll meet again on this road - I don't plan to abandon writing entirely. Farewell and may the moon watch over you.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Welp :)

TW: Transphobia

As you all know, our lovely VA for Harper, @luna-mayham came out as trans recently

And unfortunately, despite being LGB- I guess not fucking T, their mother didn't take it very well... About two days after Luna came out to her, her mothers told us we had until Oct to find a new place to live

Already pretty fucked, but the more Luna tries to transition and find her new identity, the more tensions have been souring, until it came to a head this morning where we've been told we now have two weeks... Because we got up at 11.02 instead of 11 :) (Lets be real we all know the real reason)

As such our lovely coder, @queenlilithprime and I will be holding an asset stream sometime here in the near future to help raise funds to get a place, so Luna will be able to continue her journey without all that BS

In the meantime if you want to help, there's the patreon and Ko-fi, or you could send @luna-mayham some much deserved love as she could really use it right now

Ko-Fi / Patreon

❤ Much love and thank you all for being such a wonderful community ❤

[codingquill]

What happens when you start your computer ? ( Booting a computer )

We studied this in the lecture today, and it was quite interesting. What makes something a hundred times simpler than it is? Creating a story about it. That's why I made this super fun dialog that will help you understand it all.

I've set up a drive to compile everything I create related to the Linux operating system. Feel free to explore it for more details on the topics discussed in the conversation below. Check it out here.

Have a fun read, my dear coders!

In the digital expanse of the computer, Pixel, the inquisitive parasite, is on a microventure with Binary, a wise digital guide. Together, they delve into the electronic wonders, uncovering the secrets hidden in the machine's core.

Pixel: (zooming around) Hey there! Pixel here, on a mission to demystify the tech wonders . There's a creature named Binary who knows all the ins and outs. Let's find them!

Binary: (appearing with a flicker of pixels) Pixel, greetings! Ready to explore what happens inside here?

Pixel: Absolutely! I want the full scoop. How does this thing come alive when the human outside clicks on "start"?

Binary: (with a digital chuckle) Ah, the magic of user interaction. Follow me, and I'll reveal the secrets.

(They traverse through the circuits, arriving at a glowing portal.)

Pixel: (inquiring) What's the deal with this glowing door?

Binary: (hovering) Pixel, behold the BIOS - our machine's awakening. When the human clicks "start," the BIOS kicks in, checking if our components are ready for action.

(They proceed to observe a tiny program in action.)

Pixel: (curious) Look at that little messenger running around. What's it up to?

Binary: (explaining) That, Pixel, is the bootloader. It plays courier between the BIOS and the operating system, bringing it to life.

Pixel: (excitedly buzzing) Okay! How does the computer know where to find the operating system?

Binary: Ah, Pixel, that's a tale that takes us deep into the heart of the hard disk. Follow me.

(They weave through the digital pathways, arriving at the hard disk.)

Pixel: (curious) Huh? Tell me everything!

Binary: Within this hard disk lies the treasure chest of the operating system. Let's start with the Master Boot Record (MBR).

(They approach the MBR, Binary pointing to its intricate code.)

Binary: The MBR is like the keeper of the keys. It holds crucial information about our partitions and how to find the operating system.

Pixel: (wide-eyed) What's inside?

Binary: (pointing) Take a look. This is the primary boot loader, the first spark that ignites the OS journey.

(They travel into the MBR, where lines of code reveal the primary boot loader.)

Pixel: (in awe) This tiny thing sets the whole show in motion?

Binary: (explaining) Indeed. It knows how to find the kernel of the operating system, which is the core of its existence.

(They proceed to the first partition, where the Linux kernel resides.)

Pixel: (peering into the files) This is where the OS lives, right?

Binary: (nodding) Correct, Pixel. Here lies the Linux kernel. Notice those configuration files? They're like the OS's guidebook, all written in text.

(They venture to another partition, finding it empty.)

Pixel: (confused) What's the story with this empty space?

Binary: (smirking) Sometimes, Pixel, there are barren lands on the hard disk, waiting for a purpose. It's a canvas yet to be painted.

Pixel: (reflecting) Wow! It's like a whole universe in here. I had no idea the operating system had its roots in the hard disk.

(They continue their microventure, navigating the binary landscapes of the computer's inner world.Pixel gazes at the screen where choices appear.)

Pixel: What's happening here?

Binary: (revealing) This is where the user picks the operating system. The computer patiently waits for a decision. If none comes, it follows the default path.

(They delve deeper into the digital code, where applications start blooming.)

Pixel: (amazed) It's like a digital garden of applications! What's the enchantment behind this?

Binary: (sharing) Here, Pixel, is where the applications sprout to life. The operating system nurtures them, and they blossom into the programs you see on the screen.

Pixel: (excited) But how does the machine know when the human clicks "start"?

Binary: It's the BIOS that senses this initiation. When the human triggers "start," the BIOS awakens, and we embark on this mesmerizing journey.

[bobaboard]

It's here: the BobaBoard 2024 retrospective!

Follow along to learn how our community-building journey has unfolded, with a special intro about our community shenanigans (and talk) at #ATmosphereConf.

Read our Retrospective

As usual, our retro has 3 sections: what we did, what we'll do, and how you can help! Each section is meaty but conveniently divided for you to peruse at your leisure. Read them in order, or pick your favorite topic(s) to start!

WHAT WE DID

This year, seeds were planted, in more ways than one!

Organizationally, we're now a "real" sociocratic organization (read inside for details); technically, we now have self-hosting material (for the brave); and fiscally, as they say, "Now, there are two of them"!

But that's not *all* we did! In the spirit of sociocracy, we wrote the aims of our "sub-bubbles" and set priorities for the year. We also spoke at CitrusCon about the BobaBoard journey (and struggles) and expanded our sociocratic agenda to Fandom Coders!

2025 PLANS

So, what are we planning for 2025? This year again, we're focused on strengthening our ability to operate as an organization. You can see in the attached image the goal for each of our current bubbles, and read more in the document about the ones we've yet to form!

Last bit: how can you 🫵 help? As usual, the axes are: volunteer, spend, and grow more powerful!

As you (may) know, we're now two orgs: @fujocoded, our for-profit arm, is currently in charge of "the money bag" 💰 Help US by supporting THEIR Patreon 👇

Support FujoCoded on Patreon

...and with this, here's the link again! Our volunteers worked hard, so please enjoy it and let us know your thoughts.

We aren't organized enough (yet) to update consistently, but keep up with @fujocoded for some "transversal" news and volunteers call!

("Hey, are you doing an April 1st joke again this year?")

What sort of question is that?? Of course we are!! See you in a couple days with the sweet, sweet reveal 😉

[a-fox-studies]

hi! i'm shy as hell usually but trying to branch out cuz i saw u reblog that post abt asks. do u have any recs on where to start for a beginner coder (who has virtually no free time)? i feel like the landscape is so vast and overwhelming.

Hiii!! Thanks for the ask!

I think the best thing I've learned throughout my coding journey is that you must first pick a field that interests you. Computer Science is a VAST world, once you pick a field, you must really commit to it. For example, maybe data science interests you. You look up the requirements to be a date scientist. I don't have in-depth knowledge on it, but I do know that you need good knowledge about python and some of its modules like numpy, matplotlib etc. So you start learning the basics, and then move on to the modules. The key is to find what you love, then find what you need in order to pursue it.

For a kickstart I'd recommend w3schools — it's a really good site that has so many tutorials on various languages.

I was also a person that had no free time at all to focus on my learning. But then I realised that you must make time if you want to work on something with dedication. So now I devote Sunday afternoons to learning and working on my projects, and I try to stick to it as much as possible, except for when I have uni exams or any submissions lol

Hope this helped!!

[overlords-of-arlastio]

Greetings, Player.

Hello and welcome to the Official Overlords Of Arlastio Tumblr page.

What are we?

Overlords of Arlastio is currently an In-Development Roblox game focused around adventure, stories and fun, fast-paced combat, with similar mechanics to games like Genshin Impact and Wuthering Waves, with tons of end-game content such as minigames, tournaments, events, boss rushes, battle platformer, and plenty of PvP, as well as character customization and building options for more casual players.

Meet our main developers!

Lorelei - The main writer and original concept creator of Overlords of Arlastio, character creator, world builder

Star - Co-developer, character creator, world-builder

Chikara - Co-developer, character creator

This game is currently an In-development concept, that we all want to make into a real game, however, the three of us are beginner developers. If you are interested in assisting the game's development, please join our discord server, or contact us via ArlastianCodex@gmail.com.

Who do we need?

We are currently looking for the following: Coders, Animators(2d and 3d), Artists, Asset creators, soundtrack/music creators, voice actors and world builders. You can apply for these jobs on the discord server or through our email as well.

To apply, state the following: What roles you would like to have, state prior experience/knowledge in the role, How much you would like to be paid(optional), and provide an example of your work.

Payments?

If you wish to help, but would also like to recive payment for your hard work, we will be willing to pay in robux, and only robux, as for many, many reasons, we cannot pay in actual money.

You are free to name your price for your work, however, do keep in mind that we are very limited due to very low funds, we are currently working to obtain the robux necessary to make sure everyone can be paid the amount they deserve.

However, you are not required to request payment if you are simply looking for a fun, fulfilling project. Robux payments will not be distributed until work is assigned.

Schedule?

We are very flexible with schedules, as we ourselves, in honesty, are very procrastinative individuals, and also have very busy schedules of our own that many times interfere with developmental progress of the game. (Trust us, the game's been a concept since 2024 now, and we're only just now making a Tumblr page.) If you need a break, you may take a break for as long as you need, as we understand burnouts do happen.

What do we aim for with this game?

We bring Overlords of Arlastio to you with the promise of: - A very diverse cast of characters, including THROUGHLY RESEARCHED cultures, races, and LGBTQ+ characters - The ability to pet any animals you come across on your journey - Many unique and charming characters to aid you on the battlefield - Engaging story filled with twists and turns, written by a human, for humans.

You want to become a developer/helper? Let's set some rules.

The usage of generative AI is strictly forbidden. We as the creators of Overlords of Arlastio give our full support to the skilled and talented individuals who have put all their time and effort towards their art and creations. We welcome artists of all capabilities and mediums.

If you are accepted to become one of our staff, we kindly ask that you please not leak any content that is still under development to the public. We wish to keep things surprising and engaging for our future players.

Thank you for taking the time to read our introduction. This game is a very large and expansive dream, and we can all achieve it together. - Lorelei.

Join the discord below!

If you wish to meet our currently revealed characters, we will be posting their introductions to this page as well, or you can find them in the Official Game Characters or OC channels in our discord server.

We will also be a question and ask blog, so please feel free to present us any questions, concerns or suggestions.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Lucifer Headcanon

Okay, coders and people with technical jobs use the Rubber Duck method to get themselves unstuck, by talking through shit until they find the error and correct it themselves yeah?

Imagine if you could create anything, anywhere, forever (and time's a lose concept to you anyway bc archangel/seraphim)...

But when things go wrong, in your heard, your life, your marriage, your journey as a parent... what do you do?

Your only potential therapist is a Sin, who you feel a weird sibling attachment to and it'd be like asking what a HelluvaKissnTug was of your parent, rather than Voogle it like the rest of the degenerates out there. Probably not even Incognito mode...

You hear about humans talking to inanimate things.

As an angel in the garden, you used to talk to animals and trees and such, but in hell... what grows and thrives is... Other. It's not the sympathetic listening thing you once resonated with. Some of the things might even dare to try and kill you, the creator... it wouldn't succeed, but the audacity is just, WOW.

but you hear about... the Rubber Ducks.

You miss ducks, but anything down here might get eaten in 0.0005 of a second if you dared create it... and let's be real, anything living you make comes out... tainted. Which is why you worried so much about Charlie when you were spinning her into being from the hopes and dreams you had left in your broken, betrayed heart... and that of your wife.

But inanimate? That could work.

You make the first one, generic and bright yellow. It squeaks. The noise brings a moment of joy. It's enough to spark something.

You talk to it, and feel silly for doing so. then wonder why? The servants are long gone, there's no one to worry after your clearly fucked mental health now.

So... you start to talk to the Duck. You name it. You talk through everything that has happened, even in languages beyond speech and sound because that's how ancient you are...

You speak about your emotions, and losses, the way breezes stirring through the curtains of your bedroom and stir the faintest trace of her perfume... and how occasionally shifts in hell make the chimes in Charlie's room jingle. How you recall the way she'd coo and reach for them...

You laugh and sob and yell at the duck. And it listens.

You start to worry the duck might be getting tired of you, might need a friend... and then, as you're partway through designing duck #2 you wnder if you've gone a little mad attributing personality and mental health concerns to a rubber object.

But then, there's two of them... and that number depresses... you make a tiny third and wow does that hit hard... so you just start making more. Different shapes and colours and forms.

And at some point you lose sight of the ducks as a distraction, as a little family that needs more... and you fall into the thrill of creation again. Nothing like your original powers... but a creation all of your own. Full of fuck ups and misfires, of a spring in the wrong place or a weirdly painted eye that pisses you off too much to finish that day...

And it consumes you.

You still talk to the original. The name known only to you. It and its happy little family sits in a place of respect and oversight at your workshop, keeping a calm eye over your frenetic work.

And it fills a void that you refuse to acknowledge.

For now.

[souls-of-black]

₪【 - WELCOME- 】₪

Welcome to the dedicated blog to Souls of Black, a high fantasy adventure story inspired mainly by the game Minecraft, along with works of Brandon Sanderson such as Mistborn and the Stormlight Archives! It's a story I've had for years in the making, inspired by an adventure I had in-game so long ago, haha

₪【 - THE AUTHOR - 】₪

Hello! I am the Trader, or Sam, one of my many names! I'm a teen author and artist, who often hyperfixates on my stories lol. My main blog is @traderotales, feel free to say hello <3

If you support/are a homophobe, transphobe, pedophile, or any sort of discriminatory or disgusting person, kindly get off this blog. Thank you.

Anyways, onto the story!

₪【 - BASIC INFO - 】₪

Status: Writing! <3

Written in: Third Person Limited, Past Tense

Genre: Fantasy/high fantasy, action, adventure

Themes: found family, survival, justice, morality, revenge, war, and the cycle of history

Other: Includes LGBTQ+ representation and POC characters, all included within the main characters

Warnings: Souls of Black includes graphic violence, graphic death, cultism, and manipulation. Is generally for teen or up audiences.

《〘 Fun Facts! 〙》

Fantastical creatures, some of which are based on Minecraft mobs, but others entirely original!

It twists base Minecraft mechanics into morbidly realistic but fantastical magic systems, all within a medieval-inspired setting!

₪【 - LINKS - 】₪

Read Souls of Black on AO3!

Master Navigation Post

₪【 - TAGS - 】₪

#souls of black - for all posts relating to the story

#souls of black worldbuilding- Posts about the worldbuilding of SoB

#souls of black: [character name] - Posts of/including specific SoB characters

#SoB: intros - Character bios/introductions of some SoB characters

#SoB: records - typically me posting random scenes I write for SoB

#SoB: updates - WIPs or snippets of progress on SoB, or just random scene writings!

#SoB AO3 - typically for updates on SoB on AO3!

#SoB memes - self explanatory lol

#SoB: art - art related posts

#SoB: asks - answer any asks for SoB!

[To be updated]

《〘 SYNOPSIS 〙》

In a world where no one can die permanently, Reaper has chosen to live alone; sticking to the shadows and stealing when she can to survive until the next morning. On a fateful night, she meets two by the names of Wolf and Coder, who were displaced by the deaths others wrought upon them. But the enchanted weapons they were killed with left an unnatural mark on Wolf, who bears a multitude of scars instead of a singular one where he was killed―with each burning with more than just phantom pain at random intervals. Hoping to help them learn how to survive in an unfamiliar place, Reaper decides to help them find a cure, and the trio must journey through this world full of surprising allies and ruthless, ever-powerful enemies as Reaper discovers what it means to fight to protect instead of survive.

If you have any questions about possible worldbuilding or how I've twisted Minecraft mechanics, feel free to ask in my inbox! Or any other general questions about the story, I'd love to answer any and all! <3

Tag List

@ultimatewildcard @ivysbea @chaos-ducks @projectkarya @of-eyes-and-embers @goldfishinabottle

If you'd like to be added to the tag list, interact with this or this post or simply ask! Thank you for reading! <33

[traderotales]

Introduction Post

["There's a story in each of us. It's up to the cosmos if we share them, but I have decided to help with that. Each story deserves to be heard. For it to be heard, is for it to be immortalized."]

Hello! I'm The Trader, or Sam, one of my more popular names. I love to write stories and draw for them too! I also dabble in the realm of music :)

《〘 Aspiring Character Designer/Illustrator | Author 〙》

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✧ Main Wares ✧

Legends of the Cosmos/Call of the Void 🌃

An mythology based, urban fantasy story inspired mainly by Percy Jackson! The main part I'm working on as of now, alongside @the-bane-of-my-existence, is titled Call of the Void! Anything posted related to it will either have #call of the void, #CoV, #legends of the cosmos or #LoC!

《〘 SYNOPSIS 〙》

Call of the Void follows the story of Ruby Darkshine, a pessimistic ex-killer, in her journey to fight against the recently resurfaced Agents of Chaos, an organization set on eradicating the evils of the world by killings its source: humanity. By her side is the mysterious Ryan Gunther, the one who saved her life when the Agents of Chaos first made themselves re-known, and whose jokes threaten to kill her before they do.  As the unlikely pair delve deeper into schemes of their enemies, both old and new, they’ll discover secrets both about themselves and their world that threaten to push their bonds―between both them and their friends―to their limits.

《〘 More Call of the Void facts! 〙》

Themes of redemption, second chances, trust, and morality

Deals with more mature and sometimes explicit themes, as most of the cast are in their early twenties. It expands upon the idea of Percy Jackson, following half-supernatural characters into their early adult lives after all they've been through

A good amount of morally gray characters

An original mythos and deities, along with powers to go with them!

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Souls of Black 🧭

A high fantasy adventure story inspired mainly by the game Minecraft, along with works of Brandon Sanderson such as Mistborn and the Stormlight Archives! Anything posted related to it will have #souls of black or #SoB!

You can now start reading SoB here!

Souls of Black has its own blog now!

《〘 SYNOPSIS 〙》

In a world where no one can die permanently, Reaper has chosen to live alone; sticking to the shadows and stealing when she can to survive until the next morning. On a fateful night, she meets two by the names of Wolf and Coder, who were displaced by the deaths others wrought upon them. But the enchanted weapons they were killed with left an unnatural mark on Wolf, who bears a multitude of scars instead of a singular one where he was killed―with each burning with more than just phantom pain at random intervals. Hoping to help them learn how to survive in an unfamiliar place, Reaper decides to help them find a cure, and the trio must journey through this world full of surprising allies and ruthless, ever-powerful enemies as Reaper discovers what it means to fight to protect instead of survive.

《〘 More Souls of Black facts! 〙》

Themes of found family, survival, justice, morality, revenge, war, and the cycle of history

Fantastical creatures, some of which are based on Minecraft mobs

It twists base Minecraft mechanics into morbidly realistic but fantastical magic systems, all within a medieval-inspired setting!

Other Tags

#souls of black worldbuilding- Posts about the worldbuilding of SoB

#souls of black: [character name] - Posts of specific SoB characters

#souls of black intros - Character bios/introductions of some SoB characters

#souls of black: updates - typically me posting WIPs or snippets of progress on SoB!

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✧ Other Wares ✧

Apocryphal SMP ✒️

A Minecraft SMP I am a part of in more ways than one :). It has some (rather devastating) lore, and my character there is named Reaper― yes, the one I have mentioned before. Souls of Black is a sort of origin story for her. Anything posted related to it will have #apocryphalsmp

Loreland 📚

Loreland is another Minecraft SMP that I was a part of― it is currently long since finished. Yet it is important, as it takes place between Souls of Black and Apocryphal SMP in Reaper's lore :)

Anything related to it will have #loreland

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✧ Common Tags ✧

#tradingtales - Anything more general, unrelated to a specific story or topic

#tradersart - Art done by yours truly

#tradersrecords - Any written works for either story I wish to share, also done by me :)

#traderanswers - Answers to inbox questions

《〘 Perhaps more to come.〙》

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✧ Interests ✧

Transformers Prime

Transformers Rescue Bots (so much in fact <33)

Power Rangers (specifically Dino Charge)

Percy Jackson

Mistborn

Voltron Legendary Defender

Minecraft

DSMP

Slugterra

Max Steel (I need to finish rewatching it)

[Happy browsing, friends. May my trades pique your interest :)]

[ashleycodes]

DYING IN LA (free skin)

link to templates and installation instructions

this skin was the very first skin i made and has been free to use for 5 years without question. with caution closing, i want to continue to provide it for those who want it. my usual terms of service do not apply to this particular skin - you are free to piece it apart and put it in other skins, you don't even have to credit me (i like to pretend this monster doesn't exist anyway). with the link provided above, there is no need to message me asking for the files, they are all provided within that link.

my dream is for other people who are just starting their coding journey to use this skin to learn from; with dwindling resource sites (yes, i know there are resource discords, but those feel more ephemeral than a site), i feel it's important we preserve learning opportunities for future jcink coders as best as possible. bear in mind that, for some inexplicable reason, i used position: absolute to position everything on this skin, so i make no guarantees that edits you wish to make to this skin won't horribly break it.

this skin includes:

color changes on main & mini profile

mostly custom html templates

the joy of a nerd's first full skin coded in every line <3

enjoy! please don't ask me for help on this one, you're on your own!!

[freefolksbtw]

Dreams, Drive & Disruption: How Millennials and Gen Z are Rewriting India's Future

Millennials and Gen Z are not just shaping the future of India, they are the future. From rejecting traditional careers to leading digital revolutions, here's how they're changing everything.

By Juie Bele

India is experiencing a generational shift like never before. At the center of it all? Millennials and Gen Z, young, bold, and unapologetically redefining what it means to live, work, and dream.

India’s Youthquake:

India isn’t just a young country in spirit, it’s young by numbers too. With over 65% of the population under 35, the transformation we’re witnessing is massive, visible, and unstoppable. At the core of this revolution are Millennials and Gen Z, two generations rewriting the rules on work, ambition, money, relationships, and identity. They’re not asking for change, they are the change.

A New Kind of Dream:

The old Indian dream was simple, government job, city flat, family, and early retirement. Safe, predictable, respected. But that’s not the dream anymore. Today’s youth are chasing.

· Passion over pressure

· Freedom over familiarity

· Purpose over prestige

They’re building brands from bedrooms, freelancing with international clients, launching startups before turning 25. They’re making bold, self-defined choices, driven by meaning, not just money

Careers without a Corporate Ladder:

Millennials questioned the system, Gen Z rebuilt it. Gone is the formula of engineer, MBA, corporate manager. In its place? A new generation of:

· Creators on Instagram and YouTube

· Designers freelancing from remote Indian towns

· Coders trained via online bootcamps

· Writers running successful newsletters and blogs

In this world, skills beat degrees. Portfolios matter more than resumes. Platforms like YouTube, Substack, and Behance are the new career springboards. The gatekeepers are gone, the gates are open.

Not Just Jobs, Journeys:

Today’s careers aren’t ladders, they’re winding paths of discovery. Young Indians are choosing,

· Remote work over rigid routines

· Renting over buying, for flexibility

· Freelancing over 9 to 5, for freedom

· Side-hustles over side-tables, for self-expression

They’re not unstable, they’re intentional. And they’re choosing experiences over possessions, meaning over monotony.

Financially Fierce:

This isn’t your parent’s version of money management. Young Indians today are:

· Investing in mutual funds, index stocks, and crypto learning about personal finance on Instagram and YouTube

· Managing multiple income streams, from affiliate marketing to remote gigs

· They’re delaying marriage, avoiding debt, and rejecting outdated financial timelines.

For them, financial freedom is power, and they’re claiming it early.

Socially Conscious, Digitally Native:

Gen Z was raised online, but they use the internet for more than just memes. They’re

· Advocating mental health and ending the stigma around therapy

· Challenging inequality, gender, caste, sexuality, climate, and more calling out injustice, both online and offline

· Activism isn’t a side hobby, it’s woven into their identity.

From Instagram infographics to climate protests, they’re showing us what 21st-century citizenship looks like.

But the Tension is real:

Behind the cool jobs and viral posts, there is still; parental pressure to pick “safe” careers, mental health struggles in a hyper-digital, hustle-heavy world, uncertainty in a job market shaped by AI and automation, Loneliness and burnout, even in this hyperconnected age.

But the response is different. They’re talking openly, seeking help, prioritizing therapy, boundaries, and community. Vulnerability is no longer a weakness, it’s a superpower.

What This Means for India:

It means India’s future isn’t coming, it’s already here:

· The 20-year-old launching an ed-tech startup

· The small-town designer working with a client in Berlin

· The student podcasting about mental health in Hindi

· The young couple choosing to travel instead of settling down. They’re not rejecting tradition for the sake of it, they’re refining it, rebuilding it, and reimagining it. This isn’t rebellion. This is reinvention.

If you’re a young Indian reading this, keep going. Your dreams are valid. Your journey is powerful. Your choices are yours. And if you’re not from this generation, start listening. Because the future is speaking, and it’s speaking in their voice.

[widowskins]

widowbase v3 and v4

Whooboi, there is a lot of discourse going on right now about JCINK coders. Perfect time for me to update some base skins!

For those who just want to streamline their coding process, I have updated my widowbase v3 to include a day/night theme toggle and made a few responsive tweaks to the vertical nav and sidebar. For those looking to learn how to use CSS grid and flexbox to create responsive forum designs, I added a new base, widowbase v4. This version includes some HTML templates that have a very ugly, extremely basic, but functional fluid grid layout. These templates also incorporate hidden divs (read as, display: none) that include the PHP variables frequently used inside those respective HTML templates, so you can easily delete everything I've done and start from scratch with your own. Then just delete the hidden div when you've used everything you need. Easy peasy!

For those of you just beginning your coding journey, I wish you the best of luck! It is such a fun and rewarding hobby. You are also free to rip apart any of the codes on my preview site and cobble them back together. These experiments can be a great learning tool! You are more than welcome to use any of my free resources as a base, as long as the finished product remains free. As for my actual skin bases (or template sets specifically labeled as bases), these can be used for free or paid skins. Make money or give it away, whatever works for you, just leave the credits given to resources intact so others can find out how to accomplish the same thing!

[tragedynoir]

YOU'VE USED THEIR TEMPLATES, YOU RECOGNIZE THEIR NAMES — BUT HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHO'S BEHIND THE LETTERS ON YOUR SCREEN?

BREAK THE MOLD is a server-exclusive project that aims to dive a little deeper and learn more about the template creators of the writing & roleplay community who share their craft with us. Whether they're an experienced doc creator with years under their belt, or a beginner PSD creator just starting out their journey, BREAK THE MOLD aims to provide an opportunity for every template creator to shine, no matter their craft. Every few weeks, we feature & interview a different creator in the tragedynoir server to give you a little more insight into who is behind the gorgeous resources available in this community. whether you're a template creator, theme coder or a user of these templates, see how you can get involved in the creator spotlight channel within the server!

COMING SOON — AUGUST 2023. + JOIN THE SERVER.

UPDATE: See the break the mold tag on my blog for snippets from all the featured creators so far!