#buggy patch notes

[swtouring]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE STILL FIXING SOA IN 2025 LMAO

[orindis]

Message In A Bottle AU - Masterlist🍾༄

Introduction 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Through anonymous messages in bottles the Strawhats have been tying their fates together since their childhood. The AU connects their childhoods without changing the original One Piece timeline.

The mini comics follow multiple storylines, the main one being Namis Journey.

Storylines 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[ongoing & will be updated regularly]

Namis Journey 🍊

The Message Arrives

A Plan Is Forming

Easy Target Acquired.

A Swimming Restaurant.

Extra : A Drunk Realisation

Sanji & Usopp ๑

A Love Letter?

The Boys Who lost their Mama way too early

Luffys Letter 👒

The future Pirate King

No peace for Buggy

Extras 𓆝

What could have been

Additional Content 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Message In A Bottle Inspired Fanfiction by leavingdeer on AO3

Regarding other people creating any form of art associated with the AU

Personal Note:

I am very happy about the amount of love and interest I have recieved regarding my story. I am enjoying this a lot and it is getting me through a personal little rough patch. All of Odas characters are very dear to me, they give people comfort and someone to relate to.

I hope to make Namis Journey into a little comfort & feel-good story with the right amount of hurt and humor.

Thank you to everyone reading and enjoying my silly little series ♡

[moe-broey]

6) ALFONSE (CURRENT DAY) OUTRIGHT SAYING THAT SHARENA ISN'T MOE'S (CHILD VERSION) AGE. AM I STUPID. MAYBE

I never claimed to be a writer and never will. On account of I WILL get lost in the details forever. The perfectionism of it all. HOWEVER. I need to maybe take a break from drawing but my brain NEVER quits. So. I'm throwing some notes at you. Varying degrees of put-together/rough. ENJOY

Aka very politely under a cut: Alfonse's adventures in attempting to wrangle an 8 year old Moe.

[A somewhat common current day exchange]

"I can do it myself." / "I believe you can, with certainty. But I'm asking, do you want to?" / Moe stares at him blankly for a long moment, before bursting into tears. / [Fondly] (Ah.)

Vs

"I can do it myself."

Thinking he can pull the same thing again, confident, "Yes, I believe you can. Wholeheartedly. But I'm asking, do you want to?"

[Kid] Moe thinks about it. Mulls it over. Then, with determination, "Yeah, I think so."

(... Okay, different strategy.)

"... If I'm honest, I do not wish to, myself. I'm searching for my dear friend, you see. And I feel terribly alone."

Moe scoffs at him. "You're an adult. You can handle it." Then it narrows its eyes at him. "I'm not stupid, either. You're trying to keep an eye on me. Why?"

It measures him up, scrutinizing him. "Are you a teacher? A social worker? With... armor, and a ✨sword✨...." Serious again. "What's your authority, here?"

Alfonse determines lying won't work (... what is a social worker?). However... he picks what information to share carefully. "I confess, I have no authority. I am simply a concerned bystander."

Something clicks in his mind. If he were to drop one little detail in here... "I typically travel with my friend and my little sister."

Moe perks up to attention. "Oh, you have a little sister?!"

Got it. "Yes, I do."

He continues, "Together, alongside our leader, we work as a team. One collective unit. I appear to have gotten separated from them." *

"Ohhh... that's why you're lonely."

"Yes. I am lost without them."

Resolved, "Okay! I understand. I'll help you find them!"

Warmly, "Thank you. What a relief... I feel better, already."

* It feels unnatural for him to say "our boss" (first take) or "our leader" (maybe what I'm going with?) instead of the Commander (or Commander Anna). But I think he's carefully guiding the conversation, here. He doesn't want Moe to get lost in the details, or worse, identify A Threat*. He knows just how easy it is to lose Moe's favor and trust, just how thin that ice is. How thin, it seemingly always has been. Right now, he's prioritizing catching Moe on common ground. A "leader" can really refer to anything, anybody. Possibly even someone of equal status, just different skill sets. He can get into the finer details as they come.

* Like. All authority figures are threats until proven otherwise. And even then. You have to earn that authority, from Moe. To get it to cooperate. Alfonse knows this. All too well. He is guessing (correctly) that this trait of Moe's is even more pronounced, at this age.

Also -- About, when Moe is measuring him up:

> Realistically, I think Moe goes on another Stranger Danger You're Trying to Trick Me to Get What You Want Out of Me which is BAD AND YOU'RE GONNA HURT ME rant, but. Maybe it got that out of its system, earlier. There is a scenario, though, where Moe WOULD scold him and disparage him for being SO stupid to think that Obvious Lie would Work. MOM SAYS.... [Recites Every Single Stranger Danger line in the book in GREAT detail until it's breathless.]

> Sobbing, wait. 8 year old Moe's response to Alfonse's plea (some genuine feelings in there, but definitely trying to win it over) is LITERALLY just "What are you, a cop 🤨❓" NO RESPECT. NONE AT ALL.

/

"What do you do, anyway? You said you travel with your leader?" Not at all subtly staring at Folkvangr at his hip. "... with a ✨sword✨...?"

Alfonse decides he can give more details. He gives it the rundown, the whole spiel. Trying to strike the balance of speaking as he normally does, as if Moe were a colleague (it responds well to this!), but plainly enough that Moe doesn't get lost (it is eight years old.)

My name is Alfonse, Prince of Askr... member of the Order of Heroes... we fight to protect [example ect]... we oft go on field missions to do this... ect ect

Moe is dazzled. "Wow...!" Then narrows its eyes at him again. "... Really?"

"Truly!" He adds, as if for emphasis. "I've no reason to lie about that."

Moe scoffs. "Yeah, right!" Acting tougher, "That's what they ALL say. If that were True, why'd you have t'say it?"

"I can tell you're still wary of me."

"Wary?"

"Suspicious. Cautious. Unwilling to trust or believe me at my word. Of which, I find commendable. It's good, to approach unfamiliar situations with an appropriate level of wariness."*

Moe nods very seriously. Taking this in, chest puffed out. Clearly liking the validation.

[Here, Moe says something that makes it clear that it still doesn't really believe Alfonse is Actually a Prince. But it's taking the information he gave it, and interpreting it as if he's playing pretend to a degree. Maybe, it's his job to play pretend. Like the actors at Disneyland*. You know it's a role being played, but you believe in the magic, you believe in the game. You believe in the fun. You play along.]

[LIKE. Little Moe is striking a balance, here. Between logic and whimsey. And it is ALWAYS up for intricate and extravagant deep complex world building.]

Alfonse takes note of this response, able to follow enough details to continue proceeding accordingly.

* REALLY LOVE THIS LINE. Alfonse, providing synonyms for a word Moe isn't familiar with. Throwing in a new word that an eight year old might not be familiar with (commendable), then in the same breath providing more information (commendable = Good). And Moe responding SO WELL to it. Raised on PBS Kids, ass. Word Girl being a favorite, ass

* Was. Tempted to use mall Santas as an example. But no, I think it's important actually. Kind of communicates, like. First of all, its mom would NOT be caught dead doing a mall Santa thing. Even if she trusted the man playing Santa enough, granting that he's qualified (is he? 🤨❓) AND Well Supervised. She hates the mall. She hates big crowds and commotion. Hates shopping, too. And ultimately prefers more classy fancy gigs. Like the Nutcracker ballet.

I wanted to avoid the Disneyland example because like. Well, maybe I'm embarrassed to admit there were times I was spoiled and got to experience nice things. But to be fair, it was just Once. With its grandparents, auntie and brother. And hell, if a Literal Princess can find herself in the Realm of Dreams, Moe can, too.

... Also the irony is not lost on me being embarrassed to admit being able to go to Disneyland and going to see the Nutcracker in the same breath LMFAOO LIKE.......... comfortably middle class at least on your mom's side, ass

/

Finally, he acknowledges Moe's fascination with The ✨Sword✨. He's been taking note of this, but waiting for the right time draw attention to it (he's also been really amused by the way Moe's demeanor changes COMPLETELY when talking about it).

NOW HERE. SOMETHING REALLY FUNNY HAPPENS. LIKE. You THINK, okay Alfonse is overly cautious and in ANY other world, would NOT hand FOLKVANGR to A Child. But. He's from The Order of Heroes. The Order of Heroes are no strangers to having children in their ranks. So his perspective is a bit squeued, here. This isn't just any random child, either. It's Moe. His friend. Knowing all that he knows... he just cannot resist the urge to be a cool older brother for Moe, in this moment.

"Would you like a closer look?"

"YEAH!!! Yeah!!"

"Very well! Keep a safe distance, though. It is sharp." He worries for a moment that Moe will think he's still playing. So, for emphasis, "I mean it. Treat it with the same level of caution and care as you would a real life knife. If not MORE so."

Moe, understanding. "Okay. I'll be careful."

"All right!" He unsheathes the blade. Steady, a dramatic flair. After brandishing it with a flourish, he sets it tip down into the ground. The sword itself is nearly as tall as Moe. Moe is COMPLETELY enraptured by it. Alfonse rambles on a bit, "See these stones at the hilt? They burn like white flames."

"That's SO COOL! Soooo so cool...."

Alfonse, absolutely getting carried away. "Would you like to take hold of it?"

"Can I?!?!"

Serious. "Yes. But again, I must emphasize, do be careful."

Also serious. "Okay. I will."

"Now then! Follow my lead." Standing side by side, he adjusts Folkvangr at an angle for easier reach, guiding Moe's hands to the hilt. He becomes pensive, as each of set of hands wrap around it. 'Goodness, its hands are so small...' Drifting away, 'were they always so -- Well. I suppose I too was small, back then.' Hands tightly grasped, he lifts the blade slowly, but effortlessly.

He's back to being playful. "Hold steady, with a firm grip."

"Okay."

He warns with a grin, in that same airy tone, "Be careful. It's heavy."

Moe, increasingly impatient, if not insulted. "It's NOT heavy."

"All right! I'll let go, now."

"OKAY okay!"

He finally does. Moe tilts over at the sudden weight, before steadying itself. As it holds the sword for a long moment, its arms begin to shake, knuckles white.

Moe, strained. "It's Not Heavy."

"What an impressive show of strength!"

Moe, EXTREMELY satisfied with itself, sparkle in its eye. "Heh." Then it turns to Alfonse. "Okay you can take it back now."

Alfonse, smiling, "Certainly."

/

Stray dialogue:

[I cannot help but be reminded of Sharena, just a bit.] [Rewriting: Saying "my own sister..." as a comparison feels too close to him misgendering/mislabeling Moe. So when prompted, he clarifies Sharena is his sister, and allows Moe to come to any conclusion it does about that]

"Is she my age?"*

"Oh, no. She's all grown up, now."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense."

It continues. "It's really nice that you still play together, though. It sucks when you can't see your sisters. I only see mine, on the weekends. And my brother never wants to play with me."

Alfonse, picking his words carefully. Knowing, even if only vaguely. Where this story goes, and how this story ends. "How tragic..."

"Yeah. He thinks he's too cool for me."

"What a jerk."

Moe, vindicated, "YEAH! What a JERK!"

/

* Okay separate thought. Goes crazy. Like this was just kid being a kid dialogue. But the fact that Moe asks "Is she my age?" When, she would have been. For that Moe, she currently Is. They've met. They're friends.

[eidothean]

I just finished Veilguard—I will need a million years to compose my thoughts but I absolutely loved it. It is a beautiful game, and as someone who has played since Origins it felt to me like such a loving homage to all the past games. I love how its grandiose settings were a bait and switch for a very close, tight and personal story about grief and regret (which the blight and the veil each represent) and how to keep living and believing in a better future. Rook was such a beautiful heartbreaking protagonist, and by the end of the game I felt SO much for each of the other characters. It is probably my favourite Dragon Age game—not in spite of the others in the series but because of them.

As a side note, it has been a LONG time since we’ve had a big RPG that hasn’t felt like it’s needed a million patches or a DLC in order to be finished, but Veilguard feels complete. I would love more from these characters because they are fun and brilliant, but I don’t think the game itself needs it. Veilguard tells the story it wants to tell and does what it needs to do without being buggy or awkward. Which, honestly, is so refreshing 🩷

[amellce]

Mod Update 1.108.335

The following mods have been updated:

Ask to Eat and more

Updated for Patch 1.108.335.

Added support for The Sweetheart's Box from EP16 Lovestruck.

Ask to Clean and more

Updated for Patch 1.108.335.

Added support for SP13 Laundry Day: Added "Ask to Clean Up / Do Laundry / Wash Laundry / Dry Laundry / Unload / Replace Water" options for clothing piles and laundry object such as hampers, washing tubs, washing machines etc. The options will appear based on the laundry states.

Clean House & Ask to Clean House

Updated Russian Translation by B3.

Steady Sit & Seat Any Sim

Updated for Patch 1.108.335 and EP16.

Added support for romantic blankets from EP16 Lovestruck. (note: The EA sitting interaction on the romantic blanket seems to have a bit of issues. If you continue to send more Sims to the position when the blanket already has 2 Sims seated on it, it might result in Sims getting stuck or overlapping. To avoid such chaos, the Steady Sit options on the blanket has limited the number of selectable Sims to the number of remaining empty seats, and the options will only appear when there are empty seats.)

Added support for ground/floor. Now you can let Sims steady sit on the ground (randomly kneel or cross-legged).

I didn't even know of the existence of EA's Sit on Ground interaction before I added the options for the mod. This is kinda experimental because I'm not really familiar with the action. Hope it's not buggy…

Other of my mods not mentioned above are compatible with the latest patch, no update needed. Let me know if you encounter any issues!

[projectphoenixsanctuary]

*A blue eyed drone drags in a blood-soaked orange eyed drone wearing glasses, tied up in steel cables* "I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN ARMS IF YOU DON'T JUST LET ME GO!" "Hey you're the one who asked for this." "I WAS JOKING!" "I wasn't. Plus you're a hazard and I can't constantly monitor you to make sure you won't just eat someone." "I-I'M NOT THAT BAD!" "Literally five minutes after coming back from god knows where and you set off on a murder spree!" "I- THEY- WELL O-ONE OF THEM HAD A BOUNTY!" "You threw him into a woodchipper for your own amusement, plus you aren't a licensed bounty hunter." "I- WELL... CAN WE JUST GO HOME?!" "Nope." *The blue eyed drone sets her down with an application form that reads: "Name & Designation: Penny, P3N-00G011101

Status: Mostly feral, difficult to contain and overall a hazard to most things.

Condition Upon Arrival: Mild mutations and slightly buggy, developed fangs in roof of mouth accompanied by paralytic venom sacs in place of nanite acid, tail replaced with rattlesnake-esque rattle. Software bug causes optical problems, requires glasses.

Known Behaviors: Aggressive, reclusive and timid.

Additional Notes: Crafty and bitey, she can and will attempt to turn anything into a weapon. Has a previous history of substance abuse regarding but not limited to: Alcohol, Magnets, Various Hydrocarbons and Intentional virus uploads. Operating system derived from combat models, finds violence enjoyable and is practically addicted to murder. Do NOT attempt to corner unless absolutely necessary. Gets defensive and somewhat aggressive when called a Lesbian. Lesbian. Experiences frequent nightmares regarding partially deleted/corrupted memories, do NOT attempt to restore them, at this point in time she is practically a different drone and doing so would only cause her harm. Allergic to Hazelnuts. Re-watches the American anime "RWBY" weekly. Contains a patched Solver strain."*

(@p3nny-bakes-cookies)

The desk clerk winces at the amount of rage radiating from the orange drone.

"Oh this one will definitely be going to Brandy."

She takes a moment to read over the form, trying to prepare herself for the inevitable task of putting a collar on this one. After pressing a few buttons on her keyboard, she forces a nervous smile and clasps her hands together as she turns her attention to the blue-eyed drone.

"Nothing our team can't handle! Do you have an address that you'd like uh.."

She glances at the paper again.

"Her, to be sent back to? I'll need the contact information."

...oh god, how is she going to neutralize her weapons system without losing an arm?

[neonrain-dev]

Final Major Update for the itch.io Demo

Hello again! It's here, the final update for this demo before any Steam builds.

It’s been a long journey, but it’s finally time to leave this demo behind and focus on the Steam version. I’ve been pretty reflective over the past five months. Honestly, I wish the first release had been the 1.1 version, I am a bit embarrassed ​of that initial launch that was far more buggy than I expected but hey, I'm still learning how to make these things right.

IMPORTANT: The dialog still reflects missing mechanics and placeholders, so expect those to change in future builds. 1.2C save files are compatible with this update.

Enough talk, here are the patch notes!

New Content:

NPCs to converse with! That’s right—you can finally talk to some aliens.

A compass!

Certain enemies' heads can now be blown to pieces, complete with crunching SFX and a massive spray of blood.

Gibs leave blood splats when they collide with level geometry.

New props.

New rooms.

Some enemies will twitch when shot, giving you a clear sign that you're hurting them.

More varied enemy movement. Projectile-firing enemies, for example, now strafe.

Fixes & Features:

Enemy aggro now works properly. It was a mess before, so I rewrote the code from the ground up.

Fixed enemies hitboxes. They now work as intended which mean headshots are a real thing(if your aim is good).

Added an option to invert the Y-axis.

FOV can be lowered to 60 now.

You can hide the compass... if you hate fun.

The purple sun in the surface world has been toned down. It was starting to feel like an eyesore. Believe it or not, I’m not trying to make an eye-searing game (cue that one game getting mentioned all the time). Remember, if the visuals are still too intense, you can tone them down in the settings.

Boss attack sounds are now regulated. Some SFX were causing clipping on certain speakers—this should fix it.

The mech boss fight has been reworked to be trickier:

Bombs now linger longer.

Purple laser beams are slower, which means you'll have to dodge more carefully.

All projectile-firing enemies now have slower projectiles. This change encourages more active dodging instead of relying on luck.

Bolt projectiles now have an orange emission to make them easier to spot in darker areas.

Various level geometry tweaks.

Rain now works as intended—Godot 4.4 messed with it a bit.

Trash Lickers (those creatures that cause gas) have been rebalanced. They no longer rush you instantly.

Enemies now avoid each other when moving, based on faction.

The “ammo is running out” notification is now more noticeable and no longer clashes with the HUD.

And that’s that. Thank you to everyone who’s supported me so far or who’s just now discovering this project. It means the world to me. It feels a little surreal to finally move on from this demo, but I think it's in a great place while I work on the next big step.

I’ve already started work on the Steam demo, so hopefully I won’t keep you waiting too long.

Until then, happy hunting, rangers.

[myfandombraindump]

I got the legacy edition of the sims 1 and 2 and with the sims 2 I have finally played all on the sims pc plus most of the spinoffs and a few console releases.

I will say that my first play session with the sims 2 legacy was not a great experience because I kept getting debug information after using the boolprop cheat. If I had read the patch notes before playing I would’ve known that cheat was buggy though. Because of the cheat my sim kept resetting during final exams she was expelled halfway through college, and then when she tried to leave I had to reset her again and I didn’t go with her into the neighborhood menu and she isn’t in the college or strange town bins. She disappeared and I had to make another sim. I would also like to note that with 10 plus people in the dorms, the triple speed was extremely laggy and choppy. I would recommend playing in smaller dorms with less people.

The second play session I had last night was MUCH better. I played with the premade pleasant family in pleasantview. I didn’t activate the boolprop cheat this time, got no debug information pop ups, and while our house was always lively with some friends and neighbors going in and out, triple speed was not laggy at all. It was a very fun and enjoyable experience.

[astarion-ravengard]

had to unfollow someone despite loving a lot of their work because they claimed that Wyll’s dearth of content and all his stuff being about Mizora was comparable to the rest of the party’s content and genuinely if you believe that you shouldn’t follow me. yes Minthara has a level of bugginess to her romance and interactions that is shitty but Wyll is one of the main characters of the game and none of his quests are about him or his inner journey.

Shadowheart’s quests are about Shar, but you can talk to her about her faith and about her relationship to her decisions and you can let her make her decision for herself. Karlach’s quests end up about Zariel or Gortash, but you follow her on the journey to fix her heart. Also worth noting Karlach is lacking a satisfying ending if you want to actually save her due to the lack of upper city. Gale’s quests are about Mystra but you have the opportunity to watch him go on a journey and he actually shows his goddamn opinions, and he seemingly has a goal. I could go on about the other companions but I feel like I’ve made my point.

Wyll’s quest you can easily completely miss his emotional conclusion. His Act 3 quests are hijacked by his father and then the Emperor, and all his reactions to it are a fucking afterthought. Wyll’s neglect in BG3 is palpable both within and without his romance. Even if he got equal content in patch 6 (which he didn’t, he got the same number of kisses and he did not get comparable amounts of animations and camp content) he is still leagues behind the other origin characters. I love Minthara and I enjoy Halsin but if you’re comparing Wyll’s amount of content to them you are taking this argument in bad faith.

[lutethebodies]

The Boys Are (Tactically, Therapeutically, and Non-Lethally) Back In Town

So I know I just made a big whiny deal about trying to make LTB less of an "all-men-all-the-time" corner of BG3 Tumblr, but contradiction is balance, I guess? Seriously though, this multi-Tav run starring three of my Elite Eight (plus a new guy who's seen relatively little screen time) has a real purpose: treating my latest—and most chronically severe—case of restart-itis. Since there's a bit of background and most people won't care, I'll keep the (very text-heavy) rest below the cut.

I've noticed that my restart-itis happens when IRL freelance-design-work sits fallow between projects and when I'm waiting for the next BG3 patch to drop. Ahead of Patch 8, this has been exacerbated by completing the game with a second Tav (because yes Olini finished, modded with her original Horizon Walker subclass, and escaped Faerun-Groundhog-Day for retirement on Shadowheart's farm).

It's also manifested here recently with a few playthroughs that have been excellent for screencaps but (for whatever reason) not compelling enough to totally follow through once I've explored their initial novelty:

Cannor's 22nd run, my first on Tactician (stalled at the créche)

Oops All Elf Ladies, a multi-Tav with Minthara, Kagha, Florrick, and Naoise (stalled after saving the grove)

Wood Elf Minthara (aka Morenthara) with hired gun Fauxrin (human Orin), stalled on Day 3

The latter two remain interesting and I'll surely revisit them (for obvious thirsty reasons), but I feel like I've been neglecting a few non-BG3 creative projects I'd like to do this year (not to mention my first fic that may or may not happen), so I need to place a lot more friction on my BG3 hours before it takes over my life the way it did in fall 2023 when I was stuck at home recovering from Covid.

That's where my boys come in. They're ideally gonna impose friction in this playthrough by helping me take on three concurrent challenges: 1) managing romances for four separate Tavs, 2) trying to go through the game with Non-Lethal Damage always on, and 3) doing it at Tactician level, which I've only tried once before. Three tall orders, to be sure, so there are caveats related to each one:

Couples Therapy

Four separate romances is a nightmare to manage. I mean, the last time I tried this I had to make a spreadsheet. It might require lots of party-switching while each guy takes his respective date (Cannor/Minthara, Ruy/Lae'zel, Farago/Shadowheart, Daven/Karlach) out and about to get to know each other better (aka flagrantly mine approval).

This will ideally impose severe limits on what any given adventuring day accomplishes, and might even help me impose a sort of "one in-game day per IRL day" rule on my BG3 time. "Couples Therapy," then, but for my video game addiction and not for my pixel dolls' well-being.

No Needless Death or Cruelty

Non-lethal damage won't help me 100% of the time, of course—for plot reasons some enemies can't just be knocked out—but given the above romance details this will probably be a grove-saving and not grove-raiding run. So Cannor doesn't get his on-screen night with Minthara, but that's been visually buggy for me for a while now (weird torchlight glitches effectively black out much of the scene) and he'll be reduced to a wingman for all of Act 1.

That's fine because this'll be his 23rd escape from the nautiloid, and for a silly reason this might be his last run before retirement (saving some photo-mode excursions): 2023 was the year I released my mandocello-music project of his seven best songs, an accomplishment I'm still really proud of.

A final note on non-lethal damage: it won't apply to undead, because I've always feared and loathed those monsters and, well, they're already dead. Destroy them with fire and radiation! That might become an issue in Act 3 with the 7000 vampire spawn, but we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.

Tactician, For Real This Time

Cannor's 22nd start introduced this to me—in a slightly modified form where I didn't disable Free First Strikes—and I'd had more downed characters more often than ever before. Death is relatively gentle in 5e/BG3, but for obvious reasons it's still a bit stressful, so trying Non-Lethal at this level of difficulty is gonna require much more stealth/subtlety.

That'll manifest in each character's build: Cannor will be Lore this time instead of Swords, so he can focus on control spells and be the "mage" of the party (Gale, Astarion, and Wyll likely won't see much use, if they're recruited at all). Ruy and Farago will need more face skills to mine approval, so their ability scores will shift a bit (and Farago will revert to his 5e class of Rogue, trying to get as close to his 5e Scout subclass as I can). They'll have modded camp clothes galore, and four chests to hoard with, so trading all that extra gear for supplies instead of killing for gold might help too.

And new guy Daven the paladin (more on him later, perhaps) will change from his 5e build of DEX-based Oath of the Open Sea to a more conventional Vengeance/STR build. That'll beef him up a bit (allowing me to use Body Type 4 for the first time as I don't really prefer to play Big Dudes), but it'll balance Karlach a bit so that's fine. He'll still use Umberlee's dye, though, because ex-pirates who target their erstwhile shipmates must maintain some standards.

Speaking of pirates—finally, it's not that big of a deal but I justified the all-straight-male run to myself with one very flimsy caveat: when Patch 8 drops, Zafraia the Bandit is waiting in the wings to swash every buckle from Ten-Towns to Athkatla, and coincidentally every other character of mine waiting to play their original 5e subclass (conveniently included in the next patch) are all women: Sianed the Stars druid, Vashti the glamour bard, and Qiranna the hexblade warlock.

So an all-female multi-Tav run will balance out these boys eventually, but for the next several months this blog might be Very Dudely. Thanks in advance for your patient indulgence.

[firebuug]

sigh. fine. updating my kin list for the first time in like 5 years

[mamaito]

Hallo, based on your account I see you've played Cancel a format, how do you download it?😭🙏 Becouse when I turned the locale and language to Japanese, and trough setup exe started the downloading, it just showed me some window with combination of signs and letters- ... 😭 Please yould you give me advice?

Hello! Nice to see another Cancel A Format player! Could you show me the error pop up so I'll know and what steps you did? It's been a long time since I've touched mine so I'm trying to remember.

I do remember that the game needs your locale system to be set in Japanese for it to work properly. Did you change your region settings to Japanese?

I downloaded my copy through the DA club that has the links to it. Take note that the game is pretty buggy and hasn't been really updated since 2011.

Link

Patch <- To fix some of the problems, download only one that your system needs for it to work. Also please install this before playing otherwise your game will break and you'll have no choice but to reinstall it again.

Locale Emulator <- If changing locale still doesn't work, download this and play the game with it.

[kosmikowboj]

oh my god I did it

meant to post this last night but it was Late by the time I finished editing, so I just went straight off to bed; here it is, in all its glory—my fic for @merlin-fic-server’s tournament of champions! basic premise is you have to write a 10k fic in 24 hours, and somehow I ended up with 13k. something about the indomitable human spirit, something something. HUGE shoutout to my group, group 4, because those 13k would definitely not exist without their encouragement <3

my prompts:

setting - western au genre - hurt/comfort trope - marriage prompt - talking and communication issues

there’s some “Old West”-typical gun violence and drinking, the specifics of which are posted in the end notes on ao3. but, by and large, it’s a dumb, fun fic about our two favorite idiots falling in love that let me play into my affinity for horses and the kitschy, overly-romanticized western aesthetic, lol. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

tennessee whiskey

[read on ao3; word count: 13.4k]

Goldbluff had to be, by far, one of the busiest towns Merlin had ever traveled to. 

There were just as many people on foot as there were on horseback, with seemingly no order as to who was going where. People clumped in the street and outside of storefronts, haggling for lower prices on tack while their kids played catch perilously close to the horses and buggies. In any given patch of shade there were a half a dozen people playing some kind of card game, and someone was chasing a dog up one of the walkways. Merlin ultimately had to dismount just to avoid inadvertently trampling somebody. 

His horse Aithusa didn’t seem to mind the commotion, too busy nosing at strangers’ pockets in an attempt to find a snack. Merlin, though, couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed; his bounty-hunting work typically took him to the outskirts of any given place, and he generally liked to keep to himself otherwise. This was definitely a change of pace.

It certainly didn’t help in finding an inn, that was for damn sure. By the time Merlin found a place not already chock-full of people the sun was hanging low in the sky, blanketing the town with warm rays made hazy by the dust. The sign outside proclaimed the place as “Golden Horizons Inn”, which Merlin might have found a little funny if he wasn’t bone-tired and sweatier than a city-slicker. As he might have expected, the bustling scene from earlier was largely due to cityfolk who had come to town hoping to find the gold for which it was named. That, Merlin had no interest in—he was here for a much different purpose. 

But first, he needed a drink. 

The Rising Sun was the closest saloon to Golden Horizons, and he tied Aithusa up outside with dinner and a promise that he’d be quick. Hanging out in bars wasn’t really his standard fare, but it was a good way to get the lay of the land, so to speak. Plus, he was exhausted, having been traveling for days on end between towns with a drying waterskin—and that was before he had had to fight the crowds to find a place to sleep for the night. There was nothing wrong with a little pick-me-up after all that. 

Tacked up just outside the bar was a wanted poster, yellowed with age and torn at the corners. It boasted a handsome five-hundred-dollar reward for the capture of the infamous bandit Emrys, though the attached image was an insultingly poor recreation of said “ne'er-do-well”. Merlin scoffed, pondering it for a moment, and then went inside.

“You’re not from around here,” the barkeep said as Merlin took his seat. He was handsome in a roguish sort of way, with scruffy facial hair and dark brown half-curls that fell to his shoulders. It was the kind of face that made Merlin smile a little involuntarily, and he leaned into it.

“What gave it away?”

“You look like someone I would have made a point to know if you were,” the barkeep replied, winking. 

“Flatterer.” 

“That’s what my husband says.” The barkeep sighed dramatically before holding out his hand. “Name’s Gwaine.” 

“Merlin.” 

Gwaine’s eyes went wide with surprise as they shook hands. “The bounty hunter!”

Merlin sighed, propping his elbows up on the bar. “For better or for worse.”

“What brings you here? What juicy gossip have I missed?”

“None, I’m afraid,” Merlin replied. “Just looking for work.” Which was not, to his credit, a total lie. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have better luck of it than all these people diggin’ for gold. Don’t get me wrong—I love when all these idiots come to town. Business is booming. Obviously. But, little town secret for you: pretty sure they’re gonna be shit outta luck.” 

Merlin chuckled.  

“Well, anyway. What can I do you for? It’ll be on the house, whatever it is.” 

“That’s not necessary.” 

“You’re the prettiest boy to walk in here since my husband. And you can hold a conversation. It’s on the house.” 

Merlin wasn’t one to refuse free food and drink a second time. “You make Mule Skinners?” 

Gwaine made a small, unexpected sound, grinning. “You keep surprising me, Merlin. Figured a man like you would shoot his whiskey straight.” 

“I’m not a masochist.” 

Gwaine laughed. “You’re better than the legends say. How do you feel about fish?” 

“For free? Great.” 

“Perfect.” 

While Gwaine set to prepping his drink, Merlin took the opportunity to properly take in the saloon around him. There weren’t many people sitting at the bar with him; most of the patrons were scattered among the tables, chatting and laughing with a rowdy sort of loudness that always made Merlin annoyed. The decor consisted largely of mounted deer heads and kitschy posters about cowboys and finding gold—Gwaine was a master in marketing, he could give him that—along with a couple of plants behind the bar. That latter part was surprising, especially considering that they actually seemed to be alive and well. Merlin made a note to ask him about them when he got back. 

Before Gwaine could return, though, Merlin caught sight of a couple of men crowded around a table nestled in one of the saloon’s corners. They were being particularly loud, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but upon closer inspection he saw that they were all crowded around someone sitting at the table. He frowned, getting up from his seat. 

As he neared the small crowd, his suspicions were confirmed, now able to make out what they were actually saying over the general din of the saloon. “Come on, now,” one of the men goaded, a big burly blond bloke with a cruel smile set in his face. He shoved the sitting man’s shoulder with an unkind force. “Do you really think you’re going to make anything of yourself out here?”

“Alright, come off it,” Merlin said loudly. The blond man turned to look at him, raising an amused eyebrow. He was dressed in a red button-down with white threading, tucked loosely into a pair of too-clean pants that were held up by a garish belt buckle. He also had on a nice leather vest, and a cowboy hat that clearly hadn’t seen a whole lot of actual work. It all pointed towards him being another idiot from the city who had come out to Goldbluff looking for gold and a quick buck. 

“What’s that now?” the man asked, clearly expecting Merlin to back off.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was speaking to a simpleton. Let me rephrase.” Merlin stepped between the group and the table. “Leave him alone. He’s just having dinner.” 

The man barked out a shocked laugh. “And just who do you think you are?”

“A halfway-decent person. You oughta try it.” 

The man was twirling a pistol around in his hand, over and over like an anxious habit. Merlin figured it was supposed to look threatening, but he couldn’t be less bothered. 

“You have some nerve coming into my town and telling me how to act,” the man seethed. 

“Your town?” Merlin laughed, resting his hands on his hips. “Who the hell are you? The president?” 

“Arthur,” the man replied hotly. “The sheriff’s son.”

finish on ao3

[winifredwoogie]

Still enamored with Skyrim (again). I've got the patches worked out with Wrye Bash and xEdit/ssedit (There was a learning curve there, but I worked it out on my own). I had to give up my save that kept bugging out because it became way tooooo buggy. So I said goodbye and started over again after trial and error testing with the mods and patching-that's where the learning curve came in. Who knew that the intro could go SO wrong and get sooo buggy-but in a funny way. Now I know a bit more, despite having played this game for so many years with so many play throughs. It's honestly a miracle I just threw stuff in and it all worked flawlessly-guess the "beginner's luck" lasted for so long. But the "pain" is worth the suffering for this game. It's worth it and it's my comfort game.

As a side note: If you want to try a new armor for Kaidan or Inigo: The steel armor looks fantastic with Inigo with a purple/blue cape. Kaidan looks fantastic in Fuse00's armor. I have him in the armor called Perseus and it's gorgeous with beautiful details.

Anyway, gotta go. Be kind to yourselves and be well.

[kakodaimones]

@kttybot asked: ❛  i  can’t  do  this  anymore  .  ❜ / for Vox!

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧  ,  𝐚  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞

Oh, this is the last thing he needs right now. There's an initial temptation to lash out at the custom RoboFizz to do her fucking job. But the overlord keeps himself composed instead, sorting through the smashed parts surrounding the damaged torso-and-head laid out on the table. Kitty breaking her silence, and to voice distress, is worth noting. She was designed for rough treatment, programmed to handle Valentino's shit with a smile. It's a testament to the pimp's sheer brutality that the bot would be so thoroughly broken that she'd say this in front of Vox.

"Easy there, Kitty." Looking down at the robotic imp, the overlord's tone is firm, communicating authority while suppressing his frustration. The last thing he needs is for her to be uncooperative. Swiveling in his chair, Vox retrieves a long cable from his desk, plugging it into the computer and hooking up Kitty to the system.

"We're going to put you back together, give you a tune-up, and have you better in no time. All these... bad feelings will just go away soon." Vox's eyes switch over to the monitor as one hand taps away at a keyboard. He should be able to patch up enough of the programming degradation to stave this off for a while. Buggy or not, she's been keeping a lot of Velvette's models and Valentino's prostitutes intact and that's saving him much more than the cost of repairing her.

As all this is happening, the other hand gives a gentle pat to Kitty's head, the same kind one would give her namesake. Anything to keep that limbless torso from potentially thrashing around.

[inkbone-phalanges]

In His Shadow Part 2 (

It took a lot of self-control and restraint not to step in when the fight started. It wasn't my fight yet. Instead, I managed to slip away after the swordsman's entrance to care for the crew that he claimed to have incapacitated. Once I had made it through the tent flaps unnoticed, I found his trail; circus-themed pirates in varying conditions, all unfit for battle in one way or another. I started making my way around the rooms, patching up what I could and covering the faces of the few beyond help. Some of them were conscious enough to eye me cautiously as I approached. Though I explained myself to them, one pirate, in particular, held a dagger to my throat as I stitched his abdominal wound.

Once I had done all I could for the crew, I snuck back into the previous tent as the fight was coming to an end. I watched from the shadows as the clown was reduced to nothing but a head with hands and feet and flinched when the rubber pirate launched him through the top of the tent. I quickly ducked under a wooden bench as the former prisoners freed the captive audience. After the townspeople and young pirates were out of earshot, I sprung up from my hiding spot and ran from the tent to find Buggy; I had to make sure he was okay. I calculated the captain's trajectory and followed to where he should have landed amongst the rubble of the town.

Once I found him, I quickly assessed his condition. He was unconscious and lightly bleeding, but there were no signs of a concussion. I carefully carried him back to the tent through the shadows of the broken town. Once back under the tent, I laid the blue head on a wooden bench and began opening crates and barrels to dig out pieces of the clown while I waited for him to wake. As I did this, I thought about how I would avenge the captain the next time I saw the Straw Hat Pirates, as Buggy had been calling them. My thoughts were interrupted by the low grumbling of the small pirate stirring, and I slipped into the shadows as he woke.

I watched as he separated what was left and floated toward the crates and barrels to begin putting himself back together. He mumbled his complaints about the ordeal without thinking about how some of his parts were presented for easy access instead of being locked away from him. Not long after he had rebuilt a portion of his upper body, some distraught crew members came in, stammering about how they couldn't find their captain.

"What are you bozos babbling about? And where were you a few minutes ago, huh?!" They all stopped in their tracks, flinching at their captain's volume and wincing at their injuries.

"That's our captain for you, he doesn't stay down for long!" One spoke up, and they all seemed relieved to see their captain safe and back to his usual self so soon. Buggy waved them off and grumbled some more as he continued his search. "He must have walked back by himself, and we just didn't notice. We'll pay closer attention to our surroundings in future, Captain Buggy!" The clown's increasingly aggressive search halted, and he slowly turned to the three. It was at this point I noted that the trio were the least injured of the crew.

"I didn't walk here; I woke up here…" His voice was low and conspiratorial as his crew began to panic once more. Confused murmurs started up as they fidgeted with their bandages, and before I could make a decision, the long-haired of the three spoke up. "It may have something to do with whoever treated us." Buggy gave him a sharp look, a silent demand to elaborate. The pirate took a steadying breath and grimaced at how his wound stretched before continuing. "After Zoro left us all for dead, a dark figure came through and helped anyone still breathing. Even if threatened…"

"Yeah, he improvised a splint for my leg, maybe he brought you back?" Another chimed in, picking at some blood matting his white fur.

"And where would this good Samaritan be? Did any of you even try to find out who he is? He could be working with the Straw Hats…or worse!" Before the clown captain could work himself into a true frenzy, I spoke up.

"I don't have any ties to them. Tonight was my first time seeing those three." The three crew members jumped back, and even Buggy seemed startled with the way his head snapped toward my voice. "Sorry to scare you, I have a bad habit of lurking." The captain scowled like I was going to get an earful for even assuming he could be scared so easily. However, I cut him off first. I wanted to get on his good side, so introductions were in order. As I spoke, I stepped forward to release another segment of the clown and be closer to the light.

(Author's Note: There might be cliff hangers or just odd endings to these parts/chapters because I didn't write it with chapters in mind initially. Now it's just a case of finding a good cut off point.)

(Sorry I mixed up my blogs, new to this)