#chao editor

[chao-studios]

Krzys2's Chao Editor Update, and Coco the Chao character mod!

A new chao editor update has been put forth which allows for custom eye lens to be added to chao through the editor. It now also supports auto update!

Download here!

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Coco Character chao by Erubbu!

Chao Islands mascot has made it into sonic adventure 2 as a character chao created by staff member Erubbu!

To obtain this chao, simply temporarily name it "CICoco" before its first evolution and let it evolve!

Download here!

[gravitycoil]

Hey anyone in the chao modding community know a fix to Krzys2 Chao editor being greyed out? View only is off so I don’t get why it’s doing this. (I’ve run it in administrator as well, same problem.) I have the necessary .NET framework installed too so I’m out of options.

[mangosaurus]

DARIUS BOWMAN in Jurassic World: Chaos Theory

[sonicchaoscontrol]

[Prologue/Page 0]

[FIRST] [NEXT]

(Colors by @skeblinn this time!)

With nothing more than the instruction of ‘Bring an emerald’ from Tails, Sonic sets off to deliver the promised stone - with help from a few friends, of course!

[sophbun]

i signed them up for chao karate what the hell is this

[skeblinn]

I saw people asking context for why Sonic suddenly has clothes in Sonic Chaos Control, and I decided to give a Lore Accurate, Canon Compliant Reason why Sonic has clothes

[chaos0pikachu]

everybody clowning on that ugly ass tattoo like baby I'm just glad to see actual camera work, decent lighting, solid color grading, sets that aren't a damn university or set of rail-less stairs, and zero major sound issues

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 16: Mistaken Identity

Look, I guess I... write now? Don't even ask, all of this setup was definitely necessary. Jup.

Not beta read, barely proofread, we die like Alther Mella.

--

Alda Fry had always dreamed about visiting the Castle. Magyk! Adventure! Houses in all colors!

By the time she was fourteen years old she had decided that she would have to become a wizard. And if there's one thing you should know about Alda Fry, it was this: once she decided on something, she did it, no matter what.

It was late in the year 12024 that Alda stepped off the merchant's ship she'd paid for transport, and set her path towards the Wizard Tower.

It was only just starting to get dark, and not cold at all. Even so, there was barely anyone on the street, and those who were hurried past her, wrapped in coats and scarves all the way to the tips of their noses.

Odd, Alda thought, and continued on her way.

--

It took shockingly long for someone to open the door of the Wizard Tower for her.

When they finally did, it was a ridiculously lanky girl with short dark hair sticking up in every direction. The girl had green eyes and green clothes, and was staring at her rather rudely.

Behind her, there seemed to be some kind of argument going on; or maybe seven of them.

Alda cleared her throat pointedly.

Finally, the girl spoke. "You realize there's a password, right?"

Alda sniffed. "Well, I wouldn't know the password. I've only just got here."

The girl snorted. "You sure did, didn't ya. Come on, just tell me what you want, we can't get anything done in here with you banging away at the door."

Alda rather thought that the cacophanous arguments might be more to blame, but very well. She pulled her shoulders back and squared her jaw.

"I would like to become a wizard," she informed the other girl. "Please."

This time, the green-eyed beanstalk actually left her mouth open to stare at her.

Then she shuddered visibly, cursed under her breath, and stepped back.

"Alright, fine. Come in here, I'm about to freeze my toes off."

Well.

That had been easier than expected.

The girl frogmarched Alda across a shimmering, sandlike floor, and pushed her into a chair at the fireplace.

"Right," she said. "Really, I should be sticking you in the Stranger Chamber, but I'm afraid it's occupied. Nissa Bott, by the way. Who in the entire depth of the Abyss are you?"

"Alda Fry, at your service," Alda said daintily. She suspected that Miss Bott had just sworn rather colorfully at her, but she elected to ignore that.

"And you want to become a wizard."

"Indeed."

"How exactly did you..."

She was cut off by the arguments above them swelling, some clattering, and then a young in equally green robes - with some purple ribbons on the sleeve - dashing past them, only to skid to a halt when he saw them.

"Nissa, you maggot," he complained. "Get back up there and help us clean up this mess."

"So sorry, Newt," Miss Bott said innocently. "I have to interview this Hopeful."

"This what?"

'Newt' seemed, if possible, even more taken aback by this notion than his colleague had. Really, Alda was growing rather tired of this.

So was Newt, apparently, who pulled Nissa up by her collar and dragged her into one corner of her room, where they proceeded to have a - rather more quiet - argument.

Alda took the opportunity to look around a bit. It really was an impressive building. Most impressive of all, the floor seemed to know her name.

Good Evening, Alda Fry, it spelled in an elaborate script, swirling in prismatic colors around her feet. And a wonderful Longest Night to you.

Huh, Alda thought. Nights were apparently rather short around here.

Either the arguments upstairs had eased up a bit, or Alda had simply gotten used to them. Either way, the one beside her suddenly rose in volume. "Then get her to do it," the older boy hissed, gesturing rather unsubtly towards Alda.

Alda decided she was done with this. "Get me to do what?"

As if synchronized, the two turned towards her, looking her up and down with a... somewhat worrying glint to their eyes.

"Well," Nissa began, only to be interrupted by Newt.

"Fetch the ExtraOrdinary. You can consider it your entrance interview, yeah?"

Alda froze, eyes going wide. "As in, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard?"

The boy scoffed. "No, the ExtraOrdinary Message Rat."

Nissa shoved Newt away, sighing deeply. "Look, everything's a bit topsy-turvy today, yeah? EOW's off for some party and took Tod along, and the deputy, and Dandra. And obviously the other Heaps are there too, and we've got the whole StrangerChamber thing to take care of, and Marley dropped some elixir on the floor and we're still trying to figure out what it even was, and Norman and Eliza are arguing about their bunks again, and Master Limm and Madam North still can't agree whether magyk is inherent or extrinsic, and..."

She took a deep breath. Alda was sure her eyes must have glazed over at least halfway through that speech.

Lissa grinned, sharp as glass and just as brittle. "So long story short, we could really need the EOW right about now, but if me or Newt go, Marley might manage to blow up the whole tower. Got it?"

"Not really," Alda admitted.

"Great!"

Just as she'd been led inside, she was marched outside again, and unceremoniously deposited on the stone steps.

"Just down that road, largest building at the end, they should be in the dining room," Newt told her in the tones of someone brushing dust off their hands.

He tried to close the door on her, and in a moment of true desperation, Alda stuck her foot in.

"I don't even know what the ExtraOrdinary Wizard looks like," she protested.

Newt squinted at her as if that was the stupidest question he'd ever heard. "Looks like a Heap," he said, begrudgingly adding, "youngest of the bunch. Good luck!"

And with that, the huge double doors swung shut behind her.

--

So the thing was, alright?

The thing was, Jenna and Septimus liked to argue. It had started as "an exercise", according to Jenna: to teach Sep that even if he was loud and opinionated and maybe even a little bit mean, nobody was going to be angry at him. At least, not for longer than a day.

(If pressed, Jenna might admit that she also enjoyed having a sparring partner who didn't win automatically just by dint of being Older. But Septimus didn't need to know that.)

Four years later, seven years later, fourteen years later, they just happened to be... the only people who could really argue with each other. Being family was one thing, and six older brothers would always manage to be annoying, but Jenna was the Queen. Septimus was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. People did not simply argue with the Heads of State.

So the Heads of Statue argued with each other. Mostly just where noone could hear them: their rooms, their letters, among family and friends.

They would argue about who had the more difficult job ("I have to run the entire castle, Sep, all you have to do is one measly tower" "Have you heard the arguments Thaddeus Limm and Margie North get into?") whose outfit was better ("You looked better in green" "Jen, you mix red and purple") or whose turn it was to check in with the Tribe of Three and the dragonets. ("You're Spit Fyre's Navigator, Jen, you're essentially their grandma" "Absolutely not. No. You can be their grandma, I'm the weird uncle at best.")

In short, they argued about anything and everything, as long as it wasn't actually important.

Which meant, of course, that to the mixed amusement and annoyance of their party guests, Jenna and Septimus spent most of their twenty-fourth birthday on their favorite subject:

Who of them had been born first.

"Of course it was me," Jenna said, affronted. "My mother had time to get ready for the Welcome Ceremony, and then Marcia had time to even come up with hiding me in the Forest for Dad to find me."

"Come off it, Jen. The Messenger ran to get Alther right when you were born, and that was noon. I was born in the morning, just ask Mum."

"I could be three days older than you, and you wouldn't even know."

"Forget it." Septimus grinned. "You are and always will be the youngest Heap."

It was just then that the doors to the dining room swung open, violently enough that one of them smacked Edd lightly on the nose.

Standing there was a girl with pale hair, pale skin, and pale grey robes, unusually flimsy for this time of year. She was breathing heavily, and looking around with a suspicious squint.

Even so, she didn't seem to notice that half the people in the room had reached for their protective charms, keeping them just out of sight.

The girl's gaze snagged on Snorri, passed right over Marcia and Milo, and finally settled on Oskar, looking a bit dubious.

"I'm looking for a... Heap," she announced. Her accent was the lilting tones of a Northener, tasting the word "Heap" as if she wasn't entirely sure that it was a name.

Twelve straw-blonde heads and two darker ones heads swiveled towards her. The atmosphere in the room could be described as 'incredulous'.

Marcia caught herself first. "How did you get in here? Where are the guards?"

The girl just frowned at her. Behind her, Hildegarde ran up, out of breath and clearly embarrassed.

"Terribly sorry. She just seemed to know exactly where she was going, I thought..."

"I am looking for a Heap," the girl repeated patiently. "I am sent by one Newt and one Maggot. There has been a spillage."

Septimus groaned, his hair falling over his eyes as he flopped forwards. "Of course. Nissa and Newt. I should have known."

"So. Which one of you is Heap?"

Twelve pairs of blonde eyebrows lifted. So did a great many other pairs.

Milo was the first to take pity on the girl. "Which one do you need?"

The girl frowned, mouthing the question back to herself. Then, sounding uncertain for the first time, she said, "...the youngest one?"

All the way at the Head of the table, Jenna met Sep's eyes. Purple to green, green to purple: Jenna began to grin.

Sep sighed. "So much for birthday dinner, I guess."

He moved to stand, but Jenna was quicker. "Here I am," she said brightly. "The youngest Heap, always and forever. Isn't that right, Sep?"

Septimus glared at her. Jenna grinned even wider.

"Yes," Septimus said, through his teeth. "You'd better go and stop Thaddeus and Margie from strangling each other! I'll just stay here, enjoying the party."

"Oh, please do," Jenna said sweetly. "And don't forget your meetings tomorrow morning. Or the Open Audience in the afternoon. All those reports won't read themselves!"

Green to purple, purple to green.

A second passed.

"Deal," Septimus said.

"Deal."

[ashintheairlikesnow]

wait so in the kauri piece you just reblogged, jameson is living in the house but the QP3 hasn't happened yet - could you maybe give a rough timeline of chris arriving, jake and kauri getting together, jake getting his own house, new rescue, and when QP3 happens? sorry i know that's a lot to ask i just was confused

No worries! Find, the timeline even in my own mind is very rough because I really am just writing this for funsies on the internet and tend to change my mind a lot. But, more or less:

Jake goes to college at 18, drops out at 19. He has already gotten interested in the pet liberation movement and at one point gets a job working for Nat at her safe house. Saves up for a few years until he can go back to college. He changes his major to be something in public health, which actually puts him in a better position for working in the pet liberation community.

When Jake is 23, Antoni comes to live with them. At this time, the safehouse has Krista, Leila, Trevor (you only see him in one of Chris's early pieces), and Antoni.

Kauri starts coming by when Jake is 23. Kauri has been with Owen since he was 18, and escapes at 21ish. So: Jake and Kauri meet when Jake is 23 and Kauri is 21.

When Jake is 25, Chris arrives. He is 17 years old when rescued.

Everyone has their many adventures over a period of several years.

Nat decides she is thinking about not taking on any rescues for a while after Krista and Leila move out.

Jake buys a house to use to start his own safehouse and decides to focus on Romantics, who are legendarily and famously hard to work with largely due to issues with personal boundaries and learned helplessness. He is 32 and has been working with rescues for more than a decade. Antoni goes with him, as Antoni doesn't want to become more independent and prefers to do what he can to help people.

He and Kauri get together romantically when Kauri is almost 30 and Jake is almost 33. Chris is 25ish.

The new rescues filter in to Jake's safehouse over the course of about a year. During this time, Jake and Kauri are explicitly a couple but Antoni isn't yet part of it.

Jake is 33 when he is stabbed. During the recovery, he and Antoni have the Conversation where Antoni admits he considers Jake his partner, and Jake agrees. So does Kauri. They decide to move forward as a throuple. Commence: QPR.

So, basically, Chris's story began with Jake being 25 but still in college because he had to drop out and save for years in order to go back. To the current present day it has been about 9 years.

Jake and Kauri have known each other for about a decade but were not together for most of that time.

Is that at all helpful?

[vimbry]

playing with my virtual pets like dolls.

more authentic (i.e. very fast) gifs under the cut:

[chao-studios]

Chao World Extended 9.5.3 is out! (NEW BUG WARNING READ BLOG PINS BEFORE DOWNLOAD)

If you haven't obtained Chao World Extended yet;

download it here!

(MAKE SURE YOU MANUALLY DOWNLOAD, NO 1 CLICK INSTALLER)

In order to get the most recent update, right click the mod in your mod manager and update.

If you have any chao make sure to backup your saves to be safe! (Always recommended to do this frequently with Steam SA2)

Along with this update, Krzys2's Chao Editor has also been updated!

Can be downloaded here!

[a-ramblinrose]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge || February 13 || Would Want In Your Squad:  Wei Wuxian from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

[livesincerely]

A Take a Shot expose for @the-broadsword-and-the-book

Okay so I’m thinking that the next chapter of take a shot will be another interlude featuring Racetrack’s apology to Maggie, but told from Maggie’s pov

I always knew that this chapter would be the apology chapter but I’ve definitely bounced through a few different pov ideas. But I think we’re at a point where this chapter NEEDS to be told by Maggie.

I think that we’ll start off with Jack taking Maggie over to the Lodging House to meet with Racetrack on the way back from a date. As they arrive, they happen to bump into Davey as he’s leaving through bad timing.

AND THEN IT ALL STARTS TO SPIRAL bc this is the first time Maggie’s ever seen Jack and Davey being “Jack and Davey.” It doesn’t even matter that the two of them are in the middle of a rough patch because Jack’s whole face lights up the minute he sees Davey. There’s this fresh spark behind his eyes, a new bounce to his step, and Maggie’s struck by the realization that he’s never once looked at her with anything even close to the same intensity.

And Davey’s literally doing his best to cut and run, Jack is like, visibly desperate to talk to him, and Racetrack is trying to play interference between the two of them and Maggie’s just watching it all happen like,,, 👀 Eventually Davey leaves and Jack stops staring after him long enough to remember that they’re there for A Reason, and starts worrying about Racetrack giving Maggie the apology she deserves and they all get back on track.

And the worst part is, Jack is just as affectionate/protective/sweet to her as he’s always been, she just never realized how much it pales in comparison to how he treats Davey until she sees it for herself.

[ramicorn]

*Up at 2:30 in the morning on sa2 in chao garden screaming at my mods cause the chao editor broke them.*

You see I'm very normal.

[milfcamilanoceda]

Collector?👉👈

He's my special little guy™!!! I love them!!!

[ghostypetrainer]

Sorry for how weird it is I can only grab it on my phone

thank you!!! it's a relief to get SOMETHING back from the accidental purge.