#chara_

[woaddragoon-nadya]

.Dat files?

So I want to ask for a commission from someone because I have a pretty solid idea of a pose I would want for my wol x npc. BUT they need a dat file? or a char file? I found the dat files (given my computer know-how, that alone is an achievement), but I'm not sure how to check if it's the right one. It's all just "Chara_[number]". I can guess which one is Nadya based on the modification day, but I'm unsure if that'll show the glam she's in? This stuff always makes me feel so dumbbb.

[no-longer-alive-inside]

Oh yeah I forgot about introductions, (_you kinda have to talk to people and say your name Chara_)

So Uh *Trigger Warning because Idk I'm mentally unstable and way too paranoid*

I forgot that you actually have to introduce yourself to people -

Like on an online platform you can't just wave at someone and write in a notebook "hi I'm Emil/Chara call me whichever"

About me..? Or something like that.

. Call me Emil or Chara.. (if you know me irl, no you don't, and I'm not Kris,, <3)

. I'm a minor and I'm in a relationship so, kindly, fuck off. /lh /gen

.He/xe/they pronouns ; trans/greygender demi-boy ; demipansexual / demipanromantic..

. I don't know what I'm doing or why I'm here, I'm just bored and have nothing better to do,

. Tone tags please, unless I'm very friendly with you,

. Don't take it personally if I call you Sir, or Ma'am, or Mx., or Miss/Mister, or something of the sort, (I'm just trying to be polite,, but tell me if that's uncomfortable because I'll stop,,)

. I'll post every random thing that I feel like posting, art, rants, songs, random thoughts (like the last post I made), and yknow.. the like,

. Oh, I'm an INTJ.

. If another alter sees we have a Tumblr now and posts anything then please ignore them thank you. (/j /lh)

. (_Ada how do I do introductions T-T_ /hsj /ref) I'm bad at introductions so,, uh, ask me whatever you want-,? (Unless it's something inappropriate, then again, fuck off.)

[kyynas]

[eremiss]

Copy character settings in FFXIV (PC version)

Now, full disclosure: This guide isn’t perfect. And perhaps is not the most efficient way to go about the whole thing. This is just the way I’ve figured out how to do it. BUT! It works! And that’s the important part!

A Tl;DR: Go to the Final Fantasy XIV – A Realm Reborn folder and locate the FFXIV_CHR folder for both the character that you want to copy UI elements from, and the character you want to copy them to. Copy the desired '.dat' files from the original character and replace the files in the new character's folder with the ones from the original. Boom, done!

More in-depth below the cut.

For the sake of this guide, let's say I've made an alt, Guguzan Nanazan, and I want to copy the settings from my main character, Guinevere Ashe, onto this new character.

We need to find Guinevere's character data and cache so we can copy the relevant information.

First step: log in on this new character so they actually exist. You need to create/establish them in game, not just in the character creator, to ensure they get a folder and data in the FFXIV - ARR folder. 

Just for good measure, talk to a few NPCs and hang out for a little before logging out. 

Next: Exit the game. I don't know what will happen if you futz with this stuff while the game is running, or while you're playing the character in question, and I don't want to find out. Play it safe!

Now, make your way to the base FFXIV – A Realm Reborn folder. It should look something like this:

Each of those CHARA_##.dat files is saved Appearance Data from the Character Creator. Each FFXIV_CHR### folder is a character that you’ve created and started a game with/logged in on at least once so they actually exist in-game. It contains everything from their appearance data to the UI layout, gearsets and keybinds that character has.

And now we have to figure out which folder is whose. 

The folders don't have the character's name (ell... Technically they kinda do, but in hexadecimal) and their 'date modified' is the date the character was created, not the date the character was last played.

If you're hexadecimal savvy, you can open the FFXIV.cfg file (in Notepad) and compare the latest login data to the hexadecimal conversion of the character folder names. The last character you logged in on should sync up with one of the folders! The last logged character's folder name is basically FFXIV_CHR + [hexadecimal LastLogin1] + [hexadecimal heaLastLogin0] If the information in FFXIV.cfg reads LastLogin0 4B407901 LastLogin1 00400017 The character’s folder name will be: FFXIV_CHR 00400017 4B407901 

But if you can’t do that, there’s another way: using the character's chat logs and dialogue. Once we find a chat log that corresponds with the original character, we’ll be in the right folder with the right .dat files.

Select a character folder and open it. (I like to start from the top and work my way down)

The 'Log' folder is the one we want here, it contains records of the General, Battle and Event logs from the character this folder is for.

Once you find the one you think you want, open it up.

While they look pretty nondescript, all of these files have up-to-date Modified dates, and whichever file was recently modified is the log from your most recent play session on that character.

**These logs can take time, sometimes hours, to show up on new characters.**

Open up the Log in Notepad. It’ll start with a bunch of weird hieroglyphics and squiggles, but eventually it will start listing words and snips of dialogue.

CTRL+F and type your character’s name, or anything else you’re confident should be in their log (another player you talked to, a spell or attack they used...) to confirm you’re in the right place.

Now that we found the base/original character, open another copy of the FFXIV-ARR folder and use the same process to find your new character— in my case Guguzan Nanazan.

Seeing how I just made him he doesn't have a Log yet, even though I did some quests on him. Buuuuut…..

...I’m at least 3% sure that’s him.

Good! Now we have both.

I recommend trying to make some note of which folder is whose once you have them figured out, so you don’t have to go through all this trying to identify them again in the future. 

We can't rename the character folders, that will mess with the game and that would be *MAXIMUM B A D*. Instead, create a new, empty folder in the base FFXIV – ARR folder. (Don't worry, it won't mess with anything!) Title this folder something that will point you towards the character folder you’re looking for. I don’t store anything in these placeholder folders, I just use them to keep track of which character is which.

I use the Server, the Name of the character and the last 6-10 characters from their hexadecimal ID Base folder looks like this:

My placeholder/reminder folder looks like this:

Now: Copying things over...

Go back to your original folder, in this case Guinevere's. You'll see this list of .dat files.

Here's what they are…to the best of my knowledge.

ACQ -- A list of people you have received tells from or sent tells to, for the ALT+R cycling. So mostly names of RMT characters

ADDON -- Everything UI related, including HUD layout and window locations and sizes.

COMMON -- The Character Config settings, AKA the settings located in Character Settings menu.

CONTROL0 -- Keyboard/Mouse Settings

CONTROL1 -- Gamepad/Controller Settings

GEARSET -- List of gear sets saved to your character.

HOTBAR -- The contents of your Hotbars, such as spells and attacks, but not their positions.

ITEMFDR -- Item location data. When you right click on an item and choose to search, this is the local file that's referenced to tell you where similar items are (your inventory, your retainer, etc…)

ITEMODR -- Item locations in your and your retainer's inventories.

KEYBIND -- Self-explanatory.

LOGFLTR -- Chat log filter and color settings.

MACRO -- Title, Icon and Line list of custom macros on your character.

UISAVE -- Contains content cashed in the UI, such as the retainer venture timer, and possibly other stuff

There is a backup/restore function for these .dat files the launcher if anything gets messed up or goes missing. HOWEVER! Be warned: that function is all or nothing. It will back up and/or restore everything, not just individual components.

Now, copy the .dat files you want from the base character to the new one, and choose to ‘replace’ the files in the new folder. 

Protip: Don't get your folders/characters mixed up.

You'll go from scrub UI…

 To THIS!.... Or your variation thereof!

Hotbars? More like hot MESS It's a clustfuck I know, don't @ me lol

Copying over the hotbars also copies the icons on them, even if the new character doesn’t have the same items, mounts and moves. Nothing to worry about. On the bright side, it’s easy way to make sure you have the exact same button layout between characters!

Tada!! :D Hope it helps!!

[cant-think-of-a-username18-blog]

I found this on Instagram, I found this truly hilarious😂😂😂, @camilaart is avenged when @jakei95 made one of these for her

[descentale]

Descentale: Prologue, and a preview of Chapter One!

I really didn’t want to post any part of the Descentale re-write until I had the first chapter finished, but... it’s been months??? I’m a horrible person???? So I’m making up for it by posting the prologue, as well as a preview as of the as-of-yet-unfinished Chapter One!

I’m posting the prologue here first, then I’ll be posting it on Archive of Our Own (after I take down the original version of Descentale).

I let people down... I don’t want to do it again... so here it is, the prologue of this fanfic that honestly should have had its first chapter finished a long damn time ago. And a sneak peek of that same damned first chapter.

Enjoy... and... I’m sorry. I love you all so much.

(Just to warn you, I did re-use old bits from the original Descentale for these. So please don’t be too disappointed...)

Descentale

An Undertale Fanfiction

By Melissa E.M.

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Prologue

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Once upon a time, in the year 202X, a child named Frisk fell into the underground of Mt. Ebott, a place where it is said no one returns from.

Frisk entered the Monster Kingdom, where they befriended everyone they met. Through their DETERMINATION, they were able to help shatter the barrier that kept monsters underground.

Returning to the surface with their new friends, Frisk took on the role of monster ambassador, and helped spread the word about how friendly and peace-loving monsters truly were.

Humanity, for the most part, welcomed their long-forgotten neighbors. To make up for the cruel and hateful actions of their ancestors, the humans helped build a large settlement at the base of Mt. Ebott for monsters to live in. The mountain and much of the surrounding land now belonged to monster-kind.

Nearly two years later...

Frisk is now living with Toriel, Sans, and Papyrus as one happy family. Little do they know, someone has been watching them for quite some time now.

Not only that, but this person has also been watching certain other humans as well... humans that all share something in common with them.

And one such human is moving into the monster settlement with their child.

Name Frisk's partner.

CHARA_

The true name.

CHARA

No Yes

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SNEAK PEEK!!!

Chapter One:

“Dust, Magic, and Water”

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It had been nearly two years since monsters were freed from beneath Mt. Ebott, and for many, it was a rather exciting time. Humans had reacted with shock and awe upon being reintroduced to their unusual neighbors from the Underground. Some humans were fearful, and some were blindly hateful, both because monsters being real was something new and different that they didn't understand. Fortunately, thanks to Frisk's hard work and natural charisma, most humans were accepting and welcoming to monsters, and they even helped them get settled in on the surface. It was decreed by human leaders that Mt. Ebott would become a monster reservation, and a the beginnings of a large city was built surrounding the base of the mountain. King Asgore Dreemurr, still lacking in creativity as much as ever, named this city “New New Home”.

For a while, Frisk was the only human who lived in New New Home. Any other humans that showed up were usually tourists wanting pictures of monsters, or various human officials whom they had meetings with at the monster embassy office. Eventually, however, humans began showing interest in living in New New Home. Asgore consulted with his former wife, Toriel, on the matter. The king was more than willing to open the doors to any humans interested in befriending their kind, but he wondered if it was too soon for this. The city had not been standing all that long, after all, and despite the city's size, the monster population was already quite high. Toriel, in response, pointed out that it would improve relations between monsters and humans if their doors were opened to them. Plus, any humans living among them would give incentive to human leaders to provide monetary assistance that would improve quality of life in New New Home. Besides, with all the gold monsters possessed, she felt that they had plenty of resources to build as many homes for humans as needed. And so, open-minded humans looking for a cheaper, cleaner, more positive place to live took up residence in New New Home.

Frisk didn't mind having human neighbors, especially when they turned out to be far nicer and more accepting than most other humans they'd met in the past. However, it was around other human children that the monster ambassador found themselves feeling nervous. They never explained why to Toriel or their friends, but Frisk knew all too well how cruel human children could be. Frisk often recalled watching those chilling tapes from the True Laboratory, and how sick to their stomach it made them.

“I... I don't like this idea, Chara. Wh... what? N-no, I'm not... big kids don't cry. Yeah, you're right. No! I'd never doubt you, Chara... Never! Y...yeah! We'll be strong! We'll free everyone. I'll go get the flowers.”

Poor Asriel. Chara had not been kind to their brother. They had manipulated and abused the young prince. And Frisk knew that they knew this, judging by the way their shared soul reacted to that conversation. Frisk remembered when, after the Barrier had broken, Asriel told them that Chara wasn't the greatest person; Chara had not taken those words well, judging by the wave of sorrow that overtook Frisk's soul in that instant. Thank goodness Frisk had such a good poker face. The last thing Asriel needed was to see their friend cry.

It was strange... Frisk had not felt Chara's presence ever since they walked away with Toriel from Mt. Ebott that fateful day. It was as though Chara's spirit was tied to the Underground. Frisk supposed that, for as long as Chara remained buried beneath those flowers in the Ruins, they would be stuck there forever. And yet, despite this, Chara's happier memories with Asriel often echoed in Frisk's dreams. Frisk could never forget those images, no matter how hard they tried; those memories were like a residue left behind on their soul long after Chara had left. They left Frisk feeling melancholy; the love between the two siblings warmed their heart, but knowing what became of that relationship, what became of those two children no older than Frisk themselves, was devastating.

Not to mention, Frisk was rather disturbed by Chara's appearance. They had a different skin tone than Frisk's, as well as large eyes, rosy cheeks, and a seemingly innocent smile. But they were also the same height as Frisk. Their hair, though a different color, was styled in the same fashion as Frisk's. The shape of their face was the same, too. They even wore a striped shirt. It was almost like looking into a mirror. No wonder Asriel had mistaken Frisk to be Chara.

So, imagine just how Frisk felt one Saturday afternoon when they saw whom they thought was Chara walking in broad daylight towards their front yard.

Frisk had playing with a stick by dragging gently it across the yard's white picket fence and listening to the resulting sounds. Their head perked up at someone chirping “Hello!” in a cheerful, high-pitched voice. Frisk dropped their stick in shock when they saw who had spoken. It was a child, no older than themselves, and though they lacked the striped shirt and rosy cheeks, they looked a great deal like Chara. Frisk stared at them, too frightened to move or make a sound.

“Oh, did I scare you?” asked the child. “I'm sorry! P-please, don't be upset! I... I was just trying to say hi!”

Frisk processed the child's words. Their voice did not sound like Chara's had in Frisk's mind. They did not speak like Chara did. And they seemed a bit more feminine than Chara was. But the hair, the eyes, the skin tone, even the shape of the face, those were the same.

Frisk swallowed hard. “... Who are you?” they asked quietly.

“Me? Um, my name's Patricia!” the child responded nervously. “But everyone calls me Pat,” she added with anxious smile. “I just moved to this town with my mom!”

Frisk let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding. Not Chara. Thank goodness. “So... you're new here? When did you get here?”

Pat, seeing Frisk relax a bit, sighed with relief before speaking. “Mom and I just finished moving everything in last night! I was helping Mom unpack boxes today, but I got super-bored. Mom said I could go explore the city as long as I had my smartphone with me, so... here I am! So, what's your name?”

Ah, so she didn't recognize them? Frisk wasn't self-absorbed, but they did know their reputation preceded them quite a bit. How would Pat react once she found out who she was talking to? Time to find out. “I'm Frisk Dreemurr,” they said with a smile.

Pat's jaw dropped. “WHAT!? Y-you're Frisk Dreemurr!? The monster ambassador!? No way! How did I not recognize you, oh my god!? I am so sorry, I didn't realize who you were!”

Frisk couldn't help but giggle a bit. “Hey, that's okay. I don't expect everyone to know who I am.”

“Ugh, but I should have known!” said Pat, slapping her own forehead in frustration. “Before I even moved here, my mom and I have been keeping up-to-date on monster-related news. You'd think I'd remember what the kid who saved an entire civilization looked like!”

Frisk fought back a grin of amusement. “Aw, I'm not that special. I'm just a kid like you, you know?”

Pat shook her head. “You're definitely not like me, Frisk. You freed an entire race of people from a centuries-old prison. You're a hero.”

“Who says you can't be a hero, too?” asked Frisk. “You can be anything you want to be if you're determined enough.”

“I don't know about that,” said Pat. “My mom told me that just because you want something bad enough, it doesn't always mean you'll get it, no matter how hard you try. So, as cool as being a hero would be... I'd rather be a bit more realistic in my goals.”

“Well, what do you want to be, then?” asked Frisk.

“A rock star!” Pat declared, striking an epic pose. “I've been playing guitar since I was three years old! I took lessons from my grandpa, and then taught myself further by watching videos online! My mom says I'm really talented!”

“That's cool!” said Frisk with a nod. “I'd like to hear you play someday.”

“R-really!? You wanna hear me play!?” squealed Pat excitedly. “I'd love to play you some music, Frisk! My guitar and amplifier haven't been unpacked yet, but once they are, I'll come right over with them and play you a concert! Would you like that? Because I know I would!”

Frisk grinned. “Sure!”

Pat pumped her fist in the air. “Sweet! I can't wait!”

Frisk turned when they heard the front door open behind them. Toriel was standing in the doorway on the front porch, wearing an apron over a purple dress. “Frisk? Who are you talking to, dear? Have you made a new friend?” The boss monster came down the creaky steps, approached the fence and stood beside Frisk. No sooner did she do so that she froze and gasped quietly, mouth agape as she stared at Pat.

Frisk knew exactly what their mother was thinking. They had to defuse the situation before it became awkward. “Uh, Mom? This is Pat. She and her mom just moved to New New Home,” Frisk explained quickly.

“Uh, h-hi!” stuttered Pat. She looked nervous, perhaps thinking she had offended Frisk's mother somehow.

Toriel stared a few seconds longer before she inhaled deeply and took on a calmer expression. “Oh, I do apologize. Greetings, Pat. Forgive me, but you look so much like another human I used to know. For a moment, I thought was looking at a spirit!”

“Oh, is that all? Thank goodness,” said Pat. “I thought maybe I'd done something wrong.”

“Oh, no, not at all, my child!” Toriel assured her. “I was just a bit surprised, that's all. So, you are living here with your mother?”

“Yes, ma'am!” Pat confirmed with a nod.

“Well, allow me to give you a warm welcome! I am Toriel, Frisk's mother,” said the boss monster.

“Pleased to meet you!” Pat chirped. “Say, aren't you the ex-queen of the monsters? You're so much prettier in person!”

Toriel blushed. “Oh! Why... thank you, my child! I do appreciate the compliment,” she said with a giggle. “And to answer your question... yes, I was queen once. However, I gave up my crown quite a long time ago. While I am still somewhat looked to as a leader... and though my former husband looks to me for advice now and then...” she added with a slight grimace, “I have the far more humble title of teacher now,” she ended with a smile.

“You're a teacher?”

“Yes! I started a school here in New New Home called Delta Rune Elementary. I assume you will be continuing your education there now that you live here, yes?”

“Uh-huh! That's what mom tells me,” said Pat. “I'm... I'm a bit nervous, though. I know monsters are supposed to be really nice – and you seem really nice too, Miss Toriel! – but I've never been in a school full of them before... I'll be an odd one out...” Pat cast her gaze downward. “Plus... my mom... she's very different from most other humans and...” Her voice trailed off.

Toriel opened the gate of the fence and stepped out in front of Pat. She knelt down before her and spoke in a kind, warm voice only an experienced mother would have. “Do not fret, my child. If it makes you feel any better, there are a few other humans your age at my school. You will not be an odd one out. I will admit, however, you will be a minority. But I will do everything in my power to make sure you feel welcome and included among the other children. I make sure of this for all the students that attend Delta Rune. So, worry not.”

“Thank you, Miss Toriel,” said Pat quietly, still looking down. “But...”

“But?” inquired Toriel patiently.

“... Like I said. My mom. She's... she's not like most other humans. She's different. At my old school, I got teased for it.”

“Oh? How is your mother different?” asked Toriel.

Frisk leaned forward on the fence, just as curious about Pat's answer.

“Mom... she has... um... Miss Toriel, do you know what autism is?” asked Pat.

Toriel nodded. “Indeed! I have a couple of human students who have it. I familiarized myself with it through much personal research, in an effort to make the learning environment more comfortable for them.”

“Oh, good. Well... my mom has autism, Miss Toriel,” Pat explained. “She's high-functioning, so she can hold a job and take care of us both just fine. But... the kids at my old school kept teasing me. They called my mom bad names, and they accused me of being autistic, too, as an insult. They think being autistic means you're stupid. B-but... my mom isn't stupid!” she insisted. “She's really smart! And she's super-nice!” Her voice cracked, and a tear ran down her face. “Even some of the adults said bad things about my mom! She already has enough issues to deal with! She... she doesn't need...!”

Without any prompting, Toriel wrapped her arms around Pat and gently held her close. Pat returned the embrace automatically, gripping her tightly and sobbing into the boss monster's shoulder. “There, there, my child,” Toriel soothed her. “I promise you, I will personally see to it that your mother feels welcome here in New New Home. I know very well that having autism does not make a human stupid. One of my autistic students gets exceptional grades, and though the other has their share of difficulties, I know they too have areas of great expertise.” She stroked Pat's back as she continued. “I am so glad that you love and accept your mother the way she is, even with all that you have been through. You are a very strong child, Pat. I cannot begin to imagine how painful those experiences were for you.”

“I... I don't feel strong!” Pat wept. “Look at me, I'm crying! Big kids don't cry!” Frisk felt a twinge of discomfort when she said that.

“Well, of course they do!” said Toriel. “Do not be silly! Everyone cries sometimes, Pat. It does not matter how big or little you are. Even I cry sometimes! Right, Frisk?”

Frisk stepped closer and placed a hand on Pat's right shoulder. “Mom cries at Disney movies all the time. You should have seen her when we first watched Bambi together! She was like a water fountain.”

Toriel rolled her eyes playfully. “That is a bit of an exaggeration, Frisk, dear. But yes, I did cry quite a bit. I am not ashamed of my tears, and you should certainly not be ashamed of yours, Pat. Besides, we have only just met, and here you are crying openly in front of us. That takes a lot of bravery, to show your true emotions.”

Pat pulled away to look up at Toriel, her eyes still wet. “You... you think I'm brave? Really?”

Toriel nodded. “Absolutely.”

Pat wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her pink shirt. “Thank you, Miss Toriel... that makes me feel a little better.”

“I am very glad,” said Toriel with a smile. “Now then... how would you like to come inside for a little bit and have a drink? I know humans are mostly made of water, and you seem to have lost quite a bit of that just now.”

Pat chuckled a bit. “Yeah... I guess I did, huh? Sure, I can come inside for a while. Mom just wants me to be home before dark.”

“Wonderful!” said Toriel, standing back up. “Would you like water, juice, milk, or perhaps some lemonade? I just made the lemonade today, and it should be nice and chilled by now.”

“Homemade lemonade!?” cried Pat happily. “Oh my gosh, yes, please!”

Toriel laughed. “Very well, then! Come along, children!” She made her way past the gate and motioned for Pat and Frisk to follow her. The two children followed close behind, Frisk walking behind Pat as they reflected on what had just occurred. Pat did not seem anything like Chara personality-wise, but there was no mistaking the resemblance physically, especially now that Toriel confirmed it. Did Pat's mother look like Chara, too? Were they related to Chara?

Perhaps, Frisk thought as they entered the house, it was only a coincidence that Pat looked so much like Chara. There were plenty of humans who looked alike, they knew. Some monsters looked alike, too, like Froggits. Frisk always had a hard time telling any of them apart. Still, if it all really was a coincidence, it was quite a big one. But... it couldn't hurt to find out more about Pat's family, right?