#error code 16

[thesims3help]

Error Codes 12 and 16.

Error Codes can happen when the save file is too big, or the device system has unavailable resources to continue the gameplay. Below we're sharing a few tips to help prevent these Error Codes.

Turn off unnecessary programs through Task Manager. Extra programs eat up the memory the game needs to run.

In-game, always make sure to use Save As, instead of just Save or Save and Quit. Saver is a handy mod that pops up every 30 minutes by default, reminding you to save under a new name. Make sure to save from Map View.

Keep very few files in your Saves folder. Our suggestion is to keep only one or two needed ones.

Regul Save Cleaner to clean up your save files.

Reduce the graphic options in-game.

Reduce gaming time - play for up to two hours. Fully close the game. Remove unnecessary items (generated cache files and Save files except the last one made). Start your game again. This should prevent issues like memory leak.

For Error Code 16, make sure to get Porter to pack up your family, their house and move to a new town for a fresh start.

Notes by SimsPlayer:

–Here's a few more tips to consider: –Check Online Storage: Uninstall, disable or pause syncing with any services you normally use, such as OneDrive, Google Drive or otherwise. These services move your game files from \Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3 to where your game can't see them anymore. And can cause issues like what you've shown. –Before doing anything with OneDrive or GoogleDrive, if you have Sims 3 files there, copy them back to the C:\Users\Username\Documents\Electronic Arts folder. Then turn off, disable or uninstall the service. This way the game will be able to access your Sims 3 files again and won't move them. –Turn off, disable, or uninstall OneDrive: (https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/office/turn-off-disable-or-uninstall-onedrive-f32a17ce-3336-40fe-9c38-6efb09f944b0) –Ensure Antivirus or security software is not blocking the game/EA App. Add an exclusion to Windows Security: (https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/add-an-exclusion-to-windows-security-811816c0-4dfd-af4a-47e4-c301afe13b26) –Delete the files out of the CurrentGame.sims3 folder. (\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\CurrentGame.sims3) if there are any. If files are left in this folder after a crash it will cause continued loading/saving issues. –Move most of your Save-games out of the Saves folder. (Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 3\Saves) Either delete them, or move them onto a folder on your desktop or usb key. Reason being having too many save-games in your Saves folder can cause saving issues.

Useful posts and information to consider:

The Most Reliable Guide to Resolving Your Error Code 12 Woes : Sims3 (reddit.com)

"A serious error has occurred while loading [world]" error, now doing the same thing with saves : Sims3 (reddit.com)

How to get rid of Error Code 12? : Sims3 (reddit.com)

Save Errors 12 and 16 - The Sims 3 Guide - IGN

FetusTheEngineer comments on Game froze but animations such as music and plumbob continued. (reddit.com)

FetusTheEngineer comments on Error code 12 Problem (reddit.com)

FetusTheEngineer comments on Sims 3 apaloosa plains lags worse than isla paradiso? (reddit.com)

Does anyone know how to solve error 16? : Sims3 (reddit.com)

Steam Community :: Guide :: How to Overcome Error Code 12

[harrywavycurly]

The way I just had to fight for my fucking life to get Thomas Rhett tickets….like you would’ve thought I went back in time and was trying to secure Love On Tour MSG Night 1 pit tickets for the amount of insanity that just occurred and that was with a fan presale code! Ticket buying shouldn’t be this stressful!!🫠😩

[ataleofcrowns]

New Chapter Released!

Hello again! Hope your winter has gone well ❄️

With the public release of this new chapter we’re continuing with the Crown's development as a monarch, while romance and courtly intrigue build further:

Friendship scenes to deepen your Crown's relationship with the other characters outside of your main love interest

Diverging paths depending on whether you chose to meet the peri trader in disguise, or arrange a meeting with Kham instead

Within those diverging paths, you will make further decisions on how to handle the peri trader and/or Kham, with big consequences for future chapters

Romance specific scenes, of course, with your chosen love interest!

A and R both have very different scenes for their high romance and low romance routes! D and X romancers are in the clear... for now

If you find any coding errors, typos, pronoun mistakes and such while playing, you can report those through this form! Thank you for all your patience and support, I hope you enjoy the new chapter with the nearing end of 2024 💖

For those that are unfamiliar with the game

A Tale of Crowns is a high fantasy romance story, told in the form of a text-based interactive novel with choice mechanics. The setting is inspired by Kurdish culture as well as other historical settings in the Middle East such as Ancient Persia, but it also draws heavily from other cultures and countries in the region.

Your character is native to Arsur, a vast empire overseen by a single ruler known as the Crown. Unlike traditional monarchies, however, the title is not inherited through blood. Whenever the Crown dies, their famed golden eyes pass on to the one chosen by the Spirits of this world to be the new Crown. In this story, your MC takes on that role.

There are four different love interests to choose from, whose genders will be customized to suit the preferences of your Crown. You can find more info about them on the blog page!

Also note that this current version of the game is safe for those 16 years and older.

Like the premise so far? Play it and give it a try! The entire game is free!

If you enjoyed the game, please reblog! Share it with your friends! Recognition and reader interaction is just about the only thing I get in return for creating it ❤️

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 16/May/2025

It's a bit late, sorry, but edits done, chapter plan sorted, and new chapter about to be underway!

It does feel good getting to the end of a long checklist with all the boxes ticked, hehe! :D

Editing was still taking longer than I would have liked, but I think that’s because it’s not just spelling or bug errors I’m having to keep an eye out for, it’s tidying and condensing the actual writing where I can too.

With Hosted Games doing pricing by wordcount now, I want to keep things concise as much as possible to keep the price down, especially as Book Four’s already quite a big one with all the branching and things!

But I did manage quite a bit of tidying in code and narrative but still keeping the feel of my writing. I don’t want to lose my style or how Wayhaven feels as I go!

I know there’s currently not any asks going out, but I’ll be getting on that next week with social media days, where I’ll also be writing up another ‘Between Book 3 and 4’ Unseen Scene with one of the vampires for Patreon!

Next week, I’ll also be sending over the two chapters I’ve edited to the editor, as well as getting the editor-edited chapter over to the readers!

But for today and tomorrow, I’ll be jumping back into hammering through this chapter, as I need to get my fingers writing again, hehe! :D

Hope you all have the most fantastic weekend! We'll be offline as usual, so I'll update you all again next week! <3

[damnfeelings09]

A.N: special thanks to the lovely @xobunni0 I love how you write my boy and futuristic lovers is a masterpiece. This one is inspired in the song E.T as well as on your work, thank you darling! I suggest you all go to her blog if you haven't already.

Also, you will find OC name here (like in other pov's of mine) but this is still an xreader ff, it's just that I dont quite like putting y/n or _____ :( sorry *Also (this is the last one I promise) english is not my first lenguage so there could be some grammar errors and so, sorry in advance!

E.T - Shadow's version

“You're so hypnotizing Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?”

190605. You entered the code, and the door made a metallic sound before opening, revealing a second door that required voice access.

“Special Agent Dr. Moon,” you said confidently. The door opened for you. You walked into the GUN facility; floor -16 was cold and dark, the lights flickering on as you made your way to room 296. You scanned your ID and waited a few seconds before turning the handle. There, in front of you, was the hedgehog you loved so much. The ultimate lifeform was lying on the cot, tossing a ball and hitting the ceiling over and over again. His ears twitched, catching the unmistakable sound of your heels.

“Back so soon?” he said, sitting up. “Careful, doc, they’ll think you’ve lost your mind.”

“And do we care?” you smiled, standing just a few inches away from the large polycarbonate cristal like wall that separated you. You quickly raised your hand and rested it against the wall. Shadow didn’t waste any time, using his speed to reach your side in one second, placing his hand against yours.

“Your touch, magnetizing Feels like I am floating Leaves my body glowing”

You didn’t really know when or how it had happened. You had been working in GUN's medical wing for five years, initially as a field medic, until, after two years, you were promoted to Head of Medical Staff. Later, you decided to focus on Mobian medicine—not because you had much to work with, but when the opportunity arose to learn more about this fascinating species, you couldn’t refuse. At first, it was just a few check-ups for Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles, a few tests for speed and strength, samples of their fur and blood, studying their anatomy and physiology. While it wasn’t all that different from humans, it wasn’t exactly the same either. They healed faster, could endure higher levels of pain and temperatures—something that would kill an average human would only cause temporary damage to a Mobian. Furthermore, human diseases didn’t affect them, but that didn’t mean their diseases couldn’t cause a worldwide pandemic.

Eight months ago, Commander Hillsprung had tasked you with analyzing a different specimen. Something that wasn’t entirely Mobian, but also wasn’t human. In fact, no one was sure what it was—the Project Shadow, as everyone called it. At first, the project was falling apart. Despite Shadow volunteering, he didn’t agree with the tests they were putting him through. Five different people had tried to study him—scientists, physicists, even veterinarians—but he wouldn’t let anyone get close enough. He’d remove the equipment, refuse to give samples. They didn’t know what else to do. Just when it seemed like the research would fail, that’s when you appeared.

“They say, be afraid You're not like the others”

Shadow looked at you attentively. You hadn't approached him like the others, nor did you look at him the same way they did. Although he could sense the uncertainty, there was something else… curiosity, perhaps admiration? He wasn't sure, but he knew you were different. The fascination you felt for him was written all over your face, like a big, glowing sign. This allowed Shadow to lower his guard, just a little.

You spoke to him and recognized him for what he was—an equal. Over time, Shadow grew accustomed to your presence. You would arrive early, much earlier than the other agents, and have a brief conversation where you'd tell him about the findings you'd made about him. Shadow always listened with interest to everything you said, enjoying the fruit you had kindly brought him. He could hear the enthusiasm and excitement in your voice, loved the smile that appeared when you made a new discovery, and noticed how you furrowed your brow when the tests didn’t turn out as expected.

"It will work," Shadow would tell you as he followed you across the room from his side of the glass.

"And what if it doesn’t? I’ve failed the last three attempts. The component isn’t stable enough; I can’t reach your DNA. My samples are running out."

"There’s more where that came from," he remarked, shrugging in a nonchalant tone.

"I don’t want to puncture you with the needle again. Your skin heals in less than a minute, the wound has to be large enough to get a good sample, plus... I don’t like hurting you," you said, meeting his gaze.

"You’re the only one here who cares about me. I only trust you to do this. Besides, this will help me know where I come from, what I am, who I am."

When you heard him say that, something inside you broke. Shadow was alone, lost, and trusted you to help him learn everything he could about himself. Instinctively, you took his hand, intertwining your fingers through the small window where they passed his food.

"I promise I will."

“Boy, you're an alien Your touch, so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial”

After that, Shadow had become dependent on you, and you on him. At first, you controlled it well, one or two stolen glances, shared smiles, the brush of your hands when you examined him, staying late to see him again, pretending you had forgotten an instrument in his room just to open the door and sit by his side, shoulder to shoulder, all to be close to him. That worked, until a speed test at the HRW training center (used to me High Range Weapons center) of GUN. A stupid agent launched rockets toward Shadow, boasting that if he truly was the ultimate lifeform, it wouldn’t be anything for him. Six heat-seeking rockets pursued Shadow across the platform as you shouted at the agent while trying to stop the missiles with the computer. "Let it go," said Commander Hillsprung. "But... but sir, Shad... Project Shadow is not ready yet, the tests are still incomplete in the lab, it’s too risky considering the new rings are inhibiting his powers even more." "If I didn’t know you, Agent, I’d think you were concerned about the... alien." You paled at his accusations. No one, especially Commander Hillsprung, could know that you were fraternizing with Shadow. "They wouldn’t understand," you thought. "N-no, sir, not at all. I just think about what’s best for the research," you said, controlling your breathing as calmly as possible. "Then let the test proceed. It’s time for the ultimate weapon to show us what it’s made of."

You couldn’t do anything but watch as Shadow jumped and ran, dodging the missiles. Yes, he was the most powerful being on the planet, heck… he was the most powerful being in the galaxy as far as you knew, but knowing that he couldn’t use all of his powers to save himself made your insides twist with dread. Shadow dodged four of the missiles with the grace and ease of a gazelle. He was fast, strong, precise. Every hit he delivered destroyed the missile without leaving a scratch. When only two missiles remained to be destroyed, Shadow stopped, standing still in the middle of the platform. A small smirk appeared on his face as he thought, "Is this all they’ve got? Pathetic." Both missiles were heading toward him, but just before they hit, Shadow leapt so high, leaving the missiles below him as they exploded into each other. You celebrated Shadow’s victory, while the high-ranking officials watched in stunned silence at what had happened. The agent who had launched the missiles had his jaw clenched so tightly that you’d swear his teeth were going to break. He was upset, no, he was furious. He was tired of that lab rat taking all the attention.

“You're so supersonic Wanna feel your powers Stun me with your laser “

You quickly made your way to the training center entrance, running towards Shadow while cheering him on for the excellent job he had done, your heart racing with excitement, overjoyed with happiness, as you extended your arms toward him. He met halfway, smiling, happy with what you had both achieved together.

“Your kiss is cosmic Every move is magic”

You enjoyed the moment so much, the warmth of your arms, that you didn’t notice when a seventh missile was launched directly at you. With no time to get both of you out of there, and without his Chaos Control to teleport, he decided to save you. It didn’t matter what would happen to him, Shadow only knew you had to be safe. He threw you a few meters away from him, your body hitting the hard ground and your head slamming against the wall. Your vision was blurry, and the ringing in your ears made it impossible to recognize anything around you. Someone grabbed your arm, shaking it, and in the distance, you heard your name, but couldn’t understand anything else. More agents ran to the left of the training room, and a stretcher passed in front of you. The next thing happened like a flash. The stretcher carried something black on it, cables and tubes surrounding a thin, small body, agents in lab coats running behind the stretcher. That’s when you reacted to what had happened. Shadow had been hit by the missile’s explosion directly in an attempt to save your life. As best as you could, you got up and ran after the stretcher, stumbling along the way. Your colleagues tried to stop you, but there was no force in the world that could separate you from Shadow.

“This is transcendental On another level Boy, you're my lucky star”

Regaining your vision, you approached the medical room where they had Shadow. His jet-black fur, once as bright as the night sky, was now covered in dirt and bloodstains. He wore a mask covering his mouth and nose, his breathing was labored, and his heartbeat irregular. “An arrhythmia” you thought. The panic and fear of losing him overtook you, but this was not the time to run off and cry; Shadow needed you. "10mg of adenosine," you requested from the nurse beside you as you searched for the IV in his arm. "Dr. Moon, you should..." she tried to persuade you. "10mg of adenosine, NOW, or we're going to lose him." After administering the medication, you noticed his heart rate normalized to 250 bpm, something normal considering his condition and the fact that we were talking about a supersonic hedgehog. "I want everyone out of the room." "But, boss..." "Didn't you hear what I said? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" The entire medical team exited the room. You quickly approached Shadow, took the device you always carried with you, and lowered the power of the inhibitor rings. Shadow needed to recover fast, damn it, you needed him to recover fast, and he wouldn't be able to achieve that if he was at 10% of his power.

“I wanna walk on your wavelength

And be there when you vibrate For you, I'll risk it all, all”

"You'll be fine," you said as you wiped his muzzle, removing the dirt and blood that you found along the way. Your hand rested on Shadow's cheek, it was warm, which was a good sign, right? You positioned yourself on his right side on the stretcher, counting each breath, each heartbeat. Shadow made a sound, a tiny whimper that you wouldn't have been able to hear if you weren't just inches away from his face. You quickly removed the mask from his snout, and he slowly opened his eyes, focusing his sight as if searching for something, until he saw you by his side. "Mo-mo...on?" he said, followed by a small whimper. "I'm here," you said, leaning in and bringing your forehead to his. Shadow sighed, gently stroking your cheek, relieved to see that you were alright. "You saved me," you whispered for both of you, your warm breath meeting Shadow's mouth.

“Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me Infect me with your lovin' Fill me with your poison Take me, ta-ta-take me Wanna be your victim Ready for abduction”

You both opened your eyes at the same time, the fire making itself present in the crimson orbs of Shadow, without thinking, without planning, you succumbed to what your heart longed for and kissed him. A deep, needed, desired kiss. Your tongues dancing together a dangerous waltz, small bites on your lower lip, courtesy of his sharp canines created the perfect mix between pain and satisfaction. Your hands stroking his quills, careful not to prick you, although at this point it was the least of your worries. The monitor that Shadow was connecting to shooting at 1000 lpm while taking you by the waist sitting you in his lap. Fuck, how much he wanted this, how much he needed this. It had been a while since the looks and smiles were no longer enough for him. Shadow had dreamed of this moment more than he would admit, spending his moments fantasizing about what it would be like to taste those pink lips, what flavor they had, if they were as smooth as he imagined.

They were not, it was even better than what he imagined.

You separated ‘cause the lack of air, with your breathing agitated, choppy, just before you pulled away, Shadow took you by surprise, giving a caress, licking your cheek, causing you to blush instantly, not because you disliked, but because he had seemed so... tender.

 Shadow’s heart rate normalized again, settling on the stretcher as a reddish blush painted his muzzle. The dim light, the rise and fall of your chest, the strands of hair falling over your face, your lips red from the make out session that had just occurred.

“A goddess” thought the hedgehog. You reached out for his hand, fingers entwined, no one said a thing, it wasn’t necessary. What you felt for each other was more than enough.

“Boy, you're an alien Your touch, so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial”

[reallyromealone]

Title: quirkless

Fandom: Tokyo revengers, bnha

Characters: mikey, power loader, reader

Fic type: reader insert, omegaverse

Pairings: Mikey x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, fluff, omegaverse, quirkless reader, Omega male reader, soulmate reader

Notes: this is a Patreon exclusive, all other chapters are on my patreon , I just thought this was a good way to advertise

Summary: on a rainy day, (name) decided to hide in an old shrine to get away from the rain but didn't expect to meet Mikey, a quirkless alpha

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The rain was heavy, (name) sighing while seeking cover inside the old shrine. The rain was clearly not going to let up and (name) couldn't let the documents in his bag get ruined... So he guessed he was hanging out here till it let up or his cousin could pick him up.

It was quiet in the shrine, deterioration over the years and he was frankly surprised it held up at all. ' might as well work on stuff while I'm waiting' he thought and pulled out his work, wanting to be helpful to his cousin and his projects "it would have to be... 'gari... You got this measurement off..." He mumbled and fixed his cousin's error without a care in the world, the iPhone his cousin bought him working as his calculator for this all.

He was thankful for his cousin taking him after everything, he was only in his 20s and took (name) in regardless.

It really meant a lot.

Especially with well... What (name) was.

A hero taking in a quirkless Omega?

Unheard of.

"You shouldn't be here" a voice called out and (name) snapped his head up to see a blond standing before him cold back eyes.

"I'm sorry?"

-

Mikey didn't know why he was compelled to show up to the old shrine, haven't been there since he was 16 and now at the age of 19 he still remembered every detail, parking his bike off and out of the rain and stepped up. Half way he turned around, a familiar vantage point and swore he heard the old Toman members call out before continuing up, those feelings pushed down and continued his climb to the shrine.

It was untouched by time, the graffiti Baji did still on the door and signatures they did on the wooden frame...

He traced Drakens carefully....

"'gari, I know you're smart but seriously what does this mean?! I don't speak your weird jot notes!"

Mikey was confused before walking in, footsteps silent and he couldn't help but stare at the Omega based off the collar, working away on some blueprints without a note of the world around him.

"You shouldn't be here" the words slipped out calmly and the Omega snapped his head up, clearly frustrated "I'm sorry?" The words coming out like a question, eyes locking.

Then he felt it.

And he could tell the Omega felt the same.

"You're not gonna want me" (name) said simply, trying to move this along... He always thought of this day, lifting a paper and trying to figure out the codes his cousin used "why would you assume I wouldn't?" Mikey asked pointedly and (name) snorted "quirkless male Omega... Not exactly the most wanted" (name) looked back at him.

"You're quirkless?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"So am I"

That made (name) halt "you are?"

"So why wouldn't I want you?"

(Name) Couldn't believe his ears, he didn't plan this one...

Mikey wasn't expecting to find himself chatting for hours with this mystery Omega who sat beside him and chatted with him like he was his oldest friend.

"So Mikey, are you even interested in pursuing this?" (Name) Asked genuinely, knees pulled up and head resting on his knee caps with a sweet smile that made Mikey's alpha swoon a bit.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm not sure, I never expected you to stick around... I always imagined my fated mate to be disappointed with the whole quirkless thing..."

"Same" Mikey never bothered since he was a child, focusing on toman and now Kanto... "Maybe take it slow?" (Name) Offered and Mikey huffed a laugh, something he hadn't done in years "take it slow? Sure" his life was fast and busy but for this stranger... He found himself willing to go slow for him.

When the rain inevitably lifted, (name) was happy "well, I better get going before my cousin thinks I'm dead or something" (name) offered his hand to Mikey to help him up, the Alpha taking his hand and the two directly before each other "you have an email?" (Name) Asked softly, the smell of burning wood and spices radiating off the alpha, making (name) feel hazy.

Mikey could smell the sweet scent of (scent) and already felt obsessed with every aspect of the Omega, not wanting him to leave already...

"Wanna meet here tomorrow? Same time?" (Name) Asked him looking at him with an expression that made Mikey want to kiss him,was this the cupids arrow he always heard about with soulmates?

"Yes."

[evilwickedme]

What I need people to understand is that while the entire Krakoa arc was metaphorically Zionist, making every mutant a metaphorical Zionist for a very long and very popular time, prof x and Magneto have been literally Zionist since the 80s. They met in Israel. Like

Uncanny X Men 161 was published in 1982, which means they first met in the early 60s. Xavier was asked to come help with a particular patient who, after the trauma of the Holocaust, is trapped inside her own brain. It isn't clear how long Magnus has been living in Haifa - when Claremont writes his backstory it's not mentioned - but he wasn't summoned here, he came to Israel on purpose, like many other Holocaust survivors.

Once Xavier has helped the patient, Gabrielle Haller, escape the prison of her own mind, the three of them go sight seeing across Israel. It's practically an ad for Israeli tourism with "theoretical" debates about mutants in the middle!

What you need to understand is that Claremont has been the most influential writer of the X Men not just by virtue of being the longest running writer on the title (or really any marvel title), but also because he solidified and canonized the concept of mutant-as-minority metaphor. And while he was drawing on other injustices to inspire him (such as the evangelical anti-gay crusade that inspired God Loves Man Kills), his own Jewishness and especially his visit to Israel when he was in his early 20s were probably his strongest influences.

In chapter 16 of from Krakow to Krypton, Chris Claremont gives an interview. He explains how he got to Israel, which involved essentially a Zionist outreach program that sent college kids, especially Jews but not only, to work on a kibbutz for couple of months during their breaks.

He tells a little anecdote about his last name not being Jewish, but once he clarifies that he IS Jewish, he gets put on plane.

(I do not recommend this book for many reasons, including the fact that it's riddled with typographic errors like this.)

This experience of Israel post Six Day War wasn't just jarring to him as a Vietnam War era American - it was also influential because of the large amount of Holocaust survivors in the kibbutz, and his interaction not only with them, but also with them watching Holocaust media.

His experience in Israel changed him as a person and influenced his writing at marvel, a place he had briefly worked at before his trip already. It inspired him to create Kitty Pryde, and it inspired him to make Magneto into a Holocaust survivor:

What's that? Magneto was also inspired by literal ex Mandate-era terrorist and Israeli prime minister Menachem Begin? Damn. I wonder if that gives Magneto any more Zionist coding.

What's important to me that people understand is that you can't separate the Magneto you love from Zionism. Before Claremont, Magneto was a joke, a two bit villain with no depth or motivation beyond mutant supremacy for its own sake. He was easily defeated by the X Men. Claremont transformed him - first, into a formidable villain; then, into a sympathetic one, with the introduction of his Holocaust survivor backstory in UMX 150; and finally, into an ally of the X Men, a man whose goals are ultimately aligned with his people even if his methods differ, in God Loves Man Kills and the overall arc in Claremont's books in the 80s.

I could go into the Krakoan Age and explain the Zionism there, but honestly I don't need to - it all builds on this moment, on a young college kid visiting Israel and meeting Holocaust survivors and a "cute babe in a miniskirt with an Uzi" then going on to write the Uncanny X Men for 16 years, and being so good at it it becomes one of the flagship titles of the company. And it's all right there on the surface.

Magneto was a Holocaust survivor. He tried to rebuild a family in Europe, and it got his daughter murdered in a pogrom. So he went to Israel for safety. Like many, many other Holocaust survivors in real life, Magneto is a Zionist. Deal with it.

[saikira999]

headcanons for how Idia and Malleus play Minecraft?

~ Headcanons for twst characters playing Minecraft.

I was a little late, but here are the headcannons! :D

Also, a little friendly reminder that English is not My native language and if you find errors in the text, please write to me about it.

Another parts about :

Azul and Lilia!

Riddle and Leona!

Jade and Floyd!

[Idia]

1) Absolute pro.

2) During the entire game, big bro has already set up His own server with tens of hundreds of buildings, houses and cities, on which all of Ignihyde plays...

But for you, beginners, He will of course make a new one.

3) Lives not in an ordinary house, but in a secret underground complex with hundreds of traps, secrets and secret passages. The entire dungeon is arranged quite professionally and beautifully, in a black and blue palette, using wool, clay, stone and several types of thin blocks and half-blocks, steps and other things. Instead of ordinary torches, he uses blue torches with soul fire.

4) He doesn’t trust his account to anyone except Ortho, but he tries to make sure that his beloved younger brother doesn’t waste any important resources or do anything unnecessary.

5) His favorite and least favorite location is Nether.

6) His base is guarded by three dogs with blue collars.

7) The same walking guide that explains to everyone and everything how to play and answers all kinds of questions.

8) The bro on the server has absolute power... After all, he is the admin here and the main expert in cheat codes.

9) Despite the fact that he feels much more confident in the square world, he still does not like to interact with other players and prefers to play alone. If there are too many players on the server, He either rushes to retire, or barely uses the microphone and hangs around somewhere in the corners.

He is most comfortable playing with Lilia, Ortho, Azul and possibly Yuu.

10) Keeps a joke counter when someone compares His hair to the blue soul fire (137)...

11) Loves block art and other buildings like statues of favorite anime characters.

12) Usually, he plays with a ton of shaders, mods and other additions, but since not all dorms are equipped with powerful hardware, like in Ignihyde, bro have to play with a minimum amount of additional details.

13) Knows all the cool bugs, recipes, theories and locations of Minecraft.

14) In one of the secret rooms he built a cemetery for His pets.

15) Of all the players, he comes to the server most often, and could have reached the dragon in one day, if not for Ortho’s gentle reminder that on a joint server you need to play TOGETHER.

16) His main fear is if His mother somehow logs onto the server.

17) Always swears at updates.

18) Sometimes he seriously thinks about buying the rights to the game...

19) Minecraft is my life!

20) MINECRAAAAAAAAAFT

(Insert audio from that screaming russian schoolboy meme)

[Malleus]

1) He doesn’t know what Minecraft is and when Yuu and Idia invite him to play (Invitation???? He’ll definitely join!), he asks Lilia what “Minecraft” is and what spell can He use to get into this mysterious world?

2) When he sits down at the computer for the first time, he falls into a crisis and looks at the square icon for a long time (3 hours), in sincere bewilderment.

Then he decides to try to figure it out on his own... And accidentally blows up the computer.

(Poor Lilia.)

4) FINALLY having figured out the controls on the phone (Still poor Lilia), he came onto the server and falls into a new crisis and shock from the appearance of the game...

"This is definitely... It will be interesting..."

5) Absolute noob. Bro sometimes even forgets that his character is weak and mortal. Several times, He simply walks into lava, forgets to eat, or swims in the water for a long time and is genuinely perplexed as to why his character is dying.

6) Tsunotaro's house is a simple wooden box made of dark oak logs, vines and flowers. There is no floor - only fragrant green grass. The windows are also missing and replaced with fences. Right at the doorstep is a garden with flowers, and on the roof there will be creepy, crooked figures made of blocks and half-blocks of stone and basalt (Gargoyles were planned).

Perhaps He will try in the future to rebuild the house into something more gothic, but Tsunotaro like architect, is like a Grim like nutritionist... Yuu is His most frequent guest and Draconia, according to all the rules of etiquette, tries to feed the visitor and force him to stay as a guest with Him, like a decent owner.... Oh, Yuu invites Him to visit...?

...He will definitely come and build Yuu a crooked gargoyle as a sign of gratitude... And I hope that a human child will be smart enough not to destroy His building...

.......No, I'm serious. Don't.

7) He doesn’t understand anything and either follows other players 24/7 or gets lost and Idia eventually finds him a couple hundred chunks away from the spawn location, trying to make friends with the bat.

8) Griefers? Who is this? Is there such a crazy person who would try to break down His house...?

9) Oddly enough, his main occupation is taming everyone he can. Cats? Parrots? Dogs? A whole farm with a variety of livestock from small to large? Two little slimes? Strange guy with white eyes behind the tree? Yuu? He will take care of everyone.... Rest assured)

+ Animals in this game do not age and cannot die unless you put them in danger, or play it safe and give them name tags....

10) The same guy whose game constantly crashes for some reason or whose microphone crashes.

11) Belongs to the type of people who can simply take and give another player either a beautiful, freshly picked flower, or incredibly rare and expensive armor or weapons, with several layers of enchantment, which He obtained from an unknown place and in an unknown way.

12) For a reason unknown to anyone, all mobs such as monsters, villagers and pillagers, except animals and children, bypass him.

13) Loves to wander through abandoned villages and mines.

14) In PVP he is not particularly smart and sticks with more neutral and calm players and rarely gets into fights with anyone... If at all anyone wants to fight with Him.

15) He dreams of building a GIANT Gargoyle, but so far, all he gets is another crooked, creepy pile of stones, only of larger sizes.

16) When he learns that the goal of the game is to kill the dragon and take It's egg, his reaction is literally: ....Mother?🤨

17) He doesn’t want to fight with His relative, and when Idia kills the dragon, he bursts into His room with lightning and thunder in order to interrogate the corpse of Gloomurai, which did not survive several heart attacks.

18) Tsunotaro took the egg for Himself and built a kind of temple for It (Surrounded by gargoyles, of course), and sincerely waited for it to hatch, until Lilia, who came to the rescue, said that this was not possible in the game.

19) Conclusion: One was disappointed because He could not atone for the brutally murdered dragon mother and raise Her child, and the second, although He laughed amicably, still grabbed a couple of Vietnamese (Briar Valley) flashbacks.

(Poor Malleus and Lilia)

20) Later, scared to death, Idia will install a mod especially for Tsunotaro that allows him to hatch and tame a dragon from the egg he received in The End 😊

(Poor Idia)

That's it! I am waiting for your new requests :3

Reblog Me, please? <:]

[knoepfl]

Against the Program

16/24

Characters:

• Il Dottore – The cold and calculating Second Harbinger from Genshin Impact. He is a genius scientist who views everything, even his creations, through a detached, analytical lens. His rare moments of warmth are fleeting, masked beneath his fascination with innovation and perfection.

• Reader – An automaton created by Dottore, designed to serve as an assistant. Over time, the Reader has evolved beyond their original programming, exhibiting human traits like creativity, compassion, and courage.

Trigger Warnings:

• Emotional Vulnerability – Themes of fear, hope, and seeking approval are present, especially in the relationship between creator and creation.

• Power Dynamics – The relationship between Dottore and the Reader reflects an imbalance of power and control, which might evoke discomfort for some readers.

• Exploration of Humanity – Philosophical undertones about individuality, free will, and breaking boundaries of design or expectation are woven throughout the story.

Masterlist

Words: 647

You weren’t just another assistant or experiment. No, you were a creation of his own genius: an automaton, perfect in form and function. Programmed to assist, to obey, to complete tasks without error or hesitation. And yet… you had evolved. Somewhere along the way, your programming had bent under the weight of something you couldn’t identify.

---

The laboratory buzzed with the quiet hum of machinery and the flicker of blue light that painted every corner. It was cold, clinical—a reflection of its master. Yet, amidst the order and precision, there was you, a rogue variable in the ever-calculating mind of Il Dottore.

Something human.

And it had all led to this moment.

Your fingers—still and precise as they worked—moved against the expectations of your coding. The small gears clicked softly as you pieced together the contraption. A gift. A present. For him.

It was entirely illogical. You knew it wasn’t something your creator, the Second Harbinger, would ever request or need. Yet, the thought of presenting him with something you had made filled your circuits with an unfamiliar warmth.

Hours ticked by as you worked in secret, hidden in the back recesses of the laboratory. Every moment you expected him to walk in, his piercing gaze tearing through you with a mix of curiosity and disappointment. But he never did.

When the device was finished, it gleamed in the dim light. A delicate mechanical bird, crafted from scraps of silver and gold, with intricate gears that would let it sing when wound.

The day finally came when you gathered your courage. He was seated at his desk, multiple screens in front of him displaying complex data. His mask sat beside him, revealing the sharp angles of his face and the faintest trace of a smirk as he analyzed his findings.

You approached cautiously, the tiny bird hidden behind your back.

“Ah, there you are,” he said without looking up. “I was beginning to wonder if my creation had suddenly found a way to bypass her tasks. Highly improbable, of course, but… amusing to consider.”

“I… have something for you,” you said, your voice quiet but steady.

That caught his attention. His red eyes snapped to yours, narrowing slightly. “Something for me?” he echoed, his tone a mix of intrigue and skepticism.

You stepped forward and held out the small bird, its polished surface catching the light.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, he leaned forward, his gloved hand taking the bird with surprising gentleness.

“You made this?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the sharp edge of his usual tone dulled by something else.

You nodded. “I thought… it might please you. It’s not perfect, but I worked hard to—”

“Against your programming,” he interrupted, his gaze locking onto yours. “You defied the parameters I set for you.”

You froze, unsure how to respond. Fear twisted in your chest. Would he see this as a failure? A betrayal?

But then, he chuckled—a low, rich sound that sent a shiver through you.

“Fascinating,” he said, leaning back in his chair and turning the bird in his hands. “You’ve surpassed your design in ways I didn’t anticipate. You continue to surprise me.”

He wound the small mechanism, and the bird began to sing, its delicate melody filling the air.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at it. Then, his eyes flicked back to you. “And utterly unnecessary. But I… appreciate the sentiment.”

Your circuits hummed with relief and an odd sense of pride.

“Thank you, Dottore,” you said softly.

“No,” he said, a small, rare smile curving his lips. “Thank you. This proves your potential is far greater than I imagined. I’ll have to see how far I can push you.”

Though his words carried the promise of more experiments, his tone held something deeper—a genuine curiosity, and perhaps, the faintest trace of affection.

---

[ladybugmania]

'THE LEAKING HUMAN TAP'

Pete Hegseth’s Reckless Incompetence and the Grave National Risk It Presents.

It is nothing short of disturbing how Republican figure Pete Hegseth continues to operate with a flagrant disregard for national security, as evidenced by the Signal app leaks, a scandal so severe that it’s shocking he's not already been sidelined. These weren’t just harmless missteps or unfortunate errors. These were sensitive, classified leaks, mishandled as casually as if he were turning on a faucet, letting confidential information spill like a game, or worse, like Satan himself playing puppet master with American lives.

These leaks, both past and present, have had the potential to severely compromise military operations, putting U.S. soldiers in grave danger. Intelligence sources and operations around the world are now more vulnerable, all because Hegseth decided to play “big man in a bigger job,” chasing status instead of responsibility. This is more than incompetence, it’s ego-fueled malpractice at the highest level.

And then there’s the deeply unprofessional stunt of bringing his wife into a classified meeting, not as an advisor, not as a civilian with clearance, but as a prop in his adolescent theater of masculinity. A desperate show-off move, like a teenage boy revving his dad’s car to impress the girl next door, but with real, global consequences.

It’s pathetic. Worse than a leaking tap, at least a leaking tap can be fixed. Hegseth, on the other hand, continues to drip recklessness and toxic bravado with no end in sight. It's a double whammy of arrogance and ignorance, and Republicans must wake up to the reality: this man is no alpha male. Real strength protects the vulnerable. Real leadership is humble and wise.

As Proverbs 16:18 warns, “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” If you’re still cheering this man on, you’re applauding a fall that will take countless innocents with it.

Let’s not forget the inked messages he wears, tattoos that carry more than aesthetic. From Norse imagery often co-opted by extremist subcultures to certain military insignias twisted in meaning, Hegseth’s body art isn’t just about self-expression. It’s a coded language of superiority, aggression, and, to many, fear, a reflection of a man who confuses dominance for leadership.

So let this be clear: Pete Hegseth isn’t just a risk to decorum or protocol. He is a ticking time bomb in uniform, dressed up in power he’s not ready for, playing god with secrets that aren’t his to share. If he keeps leaking, it won’t just be information, it will be blood.

And all for what? So he can feel taller in a room?

Wake up, America. Especially you, Republicans who still believe the theater. This isn’t strength. It’s a child with matches in a room full of fuel. And if this incompetence continues!

"KABOOM"

End of story.

[aro-geo-turtle]

Ok I have finally gotten my tmagp case spreadsheet all caught up and I've been sorting it all different ways to look for patterns in the DPHW case numbers!

As per ep 36's reveal of their being four metrics, thoughts on the last four digits of the code:

Our highest D cases are ep 3 (8), 4 (7), and 15 (6). Guy turns into a tree, blood-drinking violin, and Lady Mowbray. They all involve the woods or the wilderness in some way? Lowest Ds are 16, 17, 19, 24, and 32 (all at 1). No clear pattern there.

Ep 6, 12, 35, and 13 are the highest ranked for P (8, 7, 7, and 6 respectively). Needles, two Bonzo cases, and the gambling app. Physical injury maybe? Not sure. No clear patterns in the low scorers either.

There's a LOT of high scorers for H, including the only 9 we've gotten so far (for the evil volin). Also 2 Bonzos, tree guy, demon baby, statement-giving dead, Voyeur movie, possessed by Liverpool, awful restaurant, Sam's statement, and the split brain experiment. Interestingly, another Bonzo (ep 12) is one of the lowest scorers for this, only a 2. No cases so far have scored a 1 for H.

@cirrus-grey pointed out that W is the highest metric and I'm seeing that too. Split brain, 2 Bonzos, Sam's statement, and Hilltop Center buried in stuff are all 8s. Voyeur movie, painting away body dysmorphia, reanimated pieces of Arthur Winstead, murder your alt-universe double, and Newton's fucked up dog are 7s. Liminal service station, custodian turns to concrete, sailing ship tattoo, coral better self, and snake guy all score 6. Once again one Bonzo statement is out of place, with ep 10 this time. The only case with a 1 for W is Lady Mowbray.

The only case with even 5s in all four metrics is Freddie eating Colin. Perfect balance, eh?

There's also the middle term, with both letters and numbers:

The most frequent middle term is 1RB, used in episodes 14, 35, 10, 6, 15, 12, and 16. These episodes feature Bonzo 3 times, and Ink5oul, Lady Mowbray, and Needles once each, leading me to guess this means externals. I'm not sure why guy-turns-into-pile-of-snakes is here, or why only one Ink5oul case is, though.

2RB is applied to 5 cases: ep 33, 28, 25, 5, and 29. I don't see any pattern here; that's the pier getting eaten by darkness, Sam's Institute encounter, the really gross restaurant, the movie Voyeur, and the flooding lock museum.

2RC is pretty straightforward! Episodes 7, 17, and 30 all have to do with the Hilltop Center! 32 is the odd one out, the woman possessed by Liverpool, but maybe its because it's still about a spot on the planet that's spooky for some reason?

13RBC is the code for ep 22, 23, and 19, all of which have similar body horror/fucked up experiment vibes? And sort of a gaining of sentience, maybe? The dog from Newton's experiment, the trapped other brain half, and the coral-duplicate woman? I'm not sure but the vibes are the same.

Eps 26, 24, and 1a are all in 1RBC. Reanimated pieces of Arthur Winstead, demon baby, and PE teacher killed by the error-chivist. No clue.

There are more middle terms with 2 cases tied to them, but that's not really enough for me to see anything there, except for with 3RB. Both ep 9 and 13 have to do with gambling.

That's about all I can glean at the moment, maybe somebody else can see some stuff here that I can't.

[nightmaresanskin]

🌈Happy Pride Month Everyone!🌈

Some of my Sexuality headcanons lol

Nightmare

He’s born from a tree and his core is pure energy yeah this skeleton is not cisgender.I headcanon him as intersex, and that he chooses to present himself as mostly masculine.Also hes asexual or demisexual and Demiromantic if something were to happen, it would only be with a very close bond. (The events of Dreamtale messed with his Trust)

Killer, Dust, and Horror

Not much to say here they’re bisexual, with a preference for guys.Also! They’re in a polyamorous relationship that Nightmare is totally unaware that he is part of it (Co. Dependency)It’s not solely romantic it’s more queerplatonic.

Dream

Same as Nightmare intersex, but presents male.Neither of them really care about gender norms and just do what they want.

Ink

He’s aroace. He has strong friendship bonds with Dream and Swap, but doesn’t want a romantic partner it's just not something he needs in his life. He’s perfectly content with himself and his friends.

Also, his moral code keeps him from using his vials to fall in love he second-guesses whether that would really be him, or just the vial’s effect, and he’d feel guilty about misleading someone. So he just doesn’t do it.

(And, I don’t think pink stands for love it stands for fear maybe Glitchtale still has a hold on me)

Error

Asexual, for sure. He’d have to be super comfortable to even hold hands, so no his pants stay on but he is okey to watch undernovela with someone who puts in the effort

Romance-wise, I see him as demiromantic Gay.

Fresh

He’s aroace, but more because he’s a parasite and not used to those kinds of relationships.I also headcanon that part of the host stays conscious while being consumed, which affects Fresh’s perspective on the world. (So every new host influences his decision making a bit ) It can even lead to Fresh developing relationships not to gain anything, but because he’s subconsciously drawn to that person.

Having said that — romance is not a big part in Hero Generation lol only Goth and Pallet have a littel bit this is just for fun.(Also, PJ and Crescent have literally never met another person beside their family until they turned 16)

Happy Pride again!

Celebrate being you🎉

[respectthepetty]

Petty, I respect you.

I do.

However.

DONT BE QUITE ABOUT THE COLOURS IN ON1Y 1 BECAUSE I WILL READ A FULL THESIS ON IT, 20 PAGES!!!! 50 PAGES!!!!

PLEASEEEE Give

It

To

Meeeeeeeee 🥹

Anon,

You've opened a floodgate.

Because I always notice the colors, but just because I see colors doesn't mean I know why they are significant. Even if I see there is a pattern, it doesn't mean I understand its importance. And I don't think y'all should be subject to me screaming about Jiang Tian's paper bookmarks being yellow and pink in a book of (love?) poems where he has highlighted that "a girl's shyness is like a tender cherry under the sunlight" and "16- and 17-year-olds are like fruits in the morning sun, sparkling."

Sheng Wang asks who this is about, but we know who this is about. The colors mean things.

And more importantly, I actually didn't write weekly or episodic posts about shows until 2022. I used to wait until a show was over to write about the colors or background noise, and, mostly, I only did it when people would ask me about it. Big Dragon was the first show that I felt compelled to write weekly about the colors and background noise because it was so amazing, so 2024 is still an odd space for me to be in sometimes because as much as I love colors, I'm ALWAYS surprised how much y'all want to know about them . . . weekly . . . per episode . . . for all the shows.

I write for myself, but sometimes I think y'all don't need to witness me losing my shit every week for sixteen weeks over obviously color-coded characters in The Loyal Pin.

And sometimes I think y'all don't want to witness me losing my shit over colors that I can't completely understand like the grays in 4 Minutes.

And then other times I think y'all shouldn't have to witness me losing my shit over colors that I'm not sure are colors until I've watched enough episodes to feel sure that the colors are, in fact, coloring; then, the series, The Trainee, actually tells me the colors were coloring the entire time like I thought.

And that's why I try to be quiet about shows because I'm figuring them out in my head, or I'm waiting for enough information to feel confident about them, and I don't want to hog up the tag with my ramblings. I need to sit in it a bit to figure out what the colors mean.

Kiseki: Dear to Me was the perfect example. I didn't mention anything about colors until prompted by others because it took me until the third episode to feel certain that Chen Yi and Ai Di matched colors, then it took me close to the end of the series to realize all the cameo couples ALSO matched colors.

It took me until the end of My Love Mix-Up to realize Aoki's color had evolved.

It took me two seasons (and a movie) to feel secure that Kiyoi was a Heavenly Human in My Beautiful Man.

And it took me until midway through Semantic Error to figure out why the red disappeared.

That's how The On1y One is for me. I knew yellow/orange and blue would play some part in the story based on the posters, but I wasn't sure how until I started seeing more visuals appear.

Because even though I saw a yellow container of food for Sheng Wang in the first episode,

I didn't realize he mostly ate color-coded food until episode four.

It's such a tiny detail, so I could have easily missed it, but because I know that he is a picky eater, I feel like it's not simply a coincidence, and I quickly noticed it in the eighth episode.

But I needed to collect more images before I could state that. I needed to let the story develop before I realized it. I needed to settle into it. And that's why I wrote my halfway point post after a few people asked if I noticed.

Because I know I seem like a magician who shouts a lot, but I'm not. Sometimes, I have to be patient and let the colors sneak up on me while I'm simply enjoying the moment, like Sheng Wang's orange alarm clock nestled into the corner of his bed while he falls asleep on his light yellow pillow in his light yellow shirt.

I know not all visuals can be a literal bright yellow sign hanging from the color-coded boy's room, ya know?

I'm not Jenny who cannot grasp that she keeps taking food and drinks meant for Benny even when he realized if she could figure out the mug was about gay rights without realizing he was gay then someone smarter will along and piece the dots together . . .

Because like, girl, he's gay.

But it does take me time to collect images and get my thoughts in order, so until then, I'm going to be quiet.

Or as quiet as a loud ass like me can be.

[scoatneyhall]

WILD. Was anyone else aware that the Ted Lasso team has gone in and made post-production edits on season 3 episodes, sometime in the last year?

I've been rewatching the finale in advance of the one year anniversary of it airing, and straight off, I noticed that the points total on the graphic looked different to how I remembered it - a much closer race. It stuck out because I remembered being annoyed that they didn't celebrate the moment Richmond got confirmed for the Champions League, as the gap was big enough for it to have happened a while ago, offscreen. I still have a screencap from when the episode aired:

However, the current copy on Apple has an updated graphic, making the post-production graphic in line with the numbers on the actual physical whiteboard prop and the script mentioning the win streak. See here:

The corrected copy makes Richmond's points match the whiteboard, but it also puts the teams in 3rd to 5th place much closer to them points-total wise, meaning that now, in the current version of the episode, Richmond only qualified for the UCL in "Mom City," making it make more sense that the start of 3.12 is the first time it gets discussed. Would have been nice to mention that stake in the City match commentary during 3.11, but I genuinely am shocked that they went back in and edited the already-published episodes to clean up the post-production errors. For the record, here's the whiteboard as of 3.08: W10, D9, L6.

Just in case anyone cares, the order of those results was - 1 draw against Chelsea, 6 wins with Zava, 1 loss against West Ham, the rest of the draws and losses occurring between 3.05 and the loss against Arsenal in 3.07, and then the 4 wins mentioned at the start of 3.08. By the start of 3.12, it's mentioned they are on a 16 game win streak, so that's 22 wins overall, 9 draws, 6 losses, going into the final weekend, hence the updated graphic.

I like that they went in and fixed it - no idea when in the past 12 months that occured - but I also kind of can't believe they bothered? Then again, I can't believe the mistake was made in the first place, as they were so specific with details in the prior seasons, so maybe they couldn't live with it being wrong.

I know there were rumours about a ton of issues in terms of getting these episodes posted in time - right down to the wire, still fixing the edit on the airdate - and it's clear that these details were not checked and confirmed by the poor people in post who were not working off the show bible that lives in the writers heads. I don't blame them at all, I blame the people who got the edit to them late, but it did annoy me during the season a LOT. The maths wasn't mathing, and as we know this is a show that has been careful with dates and timelines and stuff like that.

Anyway! The point is, a) this post about my UCL qualification fantasies is now moot, and b) I went back and checked another post production error that had REALLY pissed me off, which was the dates of texts in Ted's phone in 3.04. Phone dates have always given us the timeline quite strictly before - it's how @belmottetower and I started the timeline in our primer, with Ted arriving in London on January 6, 2020 and then following the football seasons from there to place the season 3 finale in May 2022 - but in 3.04, all the cute texts we see to all the characters in his phone were badly misdated, placing the timeline further in the future. This caused arguments or misunderstandings, at the time about the actual timeline of the show, but it seems this was another detail the producers really wanted to fix and tighten up, as they've gone back and had it edited.

It's weird, because the texts Ted was actually going back to - the messages from Doctor Jacob - were dated correctly as late 2019, and there's even a little easter egg in the form of a US rideshare notification picking him up to go to the airport in America, on 5 January 2020. (Even the area code, 316, is apparently correct to Kansas.) That's all correct even in the original version of the episode, but somehow we then skip a year and place his most recent texts, as of 3.04, in late October 2022, when they should only be in late September or early October 2021. (I found this post on Reddit that screenshotted his phone at the time.) Examples:

I had to go back and check this, and sure enough, it's been edited to reflect the established timeline - they didn't just redate the year on each message, they also changed a bunch of the chats to be more recent - so rather than dates, his most recent chats with Henry, the Coaches, etc are from "Yesterday," then the first dated texts are in very late September 2021. This matches up pretty perfectly with where they are in a typical Premier League season - they REALLY cleaned it up. Further back, they do just switch the years on the dates, so he still got a picture from Sassy last Valentines Day, and his last one-on-one contact with Jamie is still set before the events of Wembley in 2.08 (FA Cup semi finals are in April, so a few weeks after the March 2021 date on Jamie's chat.)

My brain is itching because I swear there was a screen of Nate and Ted's text chat at some point too? With Ted reaching out about his new job, on a date that deeply did not work with the timeline? But maybe I imagined it. There's no record of Nate's number in his phone at all now, and the texts date back to before Nate left, so I guess in this version of events, Ted deleted Nate's number and message history.

Anyway, I'm aware that basically no one is going to care about this, but I suspect that the three people who will actually care will REALLY FUCKING CARE. Has anyone else noticed it? Does anyone know when it may have happened? Does anyone know what else might have been changed or fixed? I love details and I love the fact that there is no longer conflicting data about what football seasons the show is covering - it's mid 19/20 to the end of 21/22, end of story - but what a fucking mess the production of season 3 must have been, to end up at this point!

[techav]

On Major Milestones

I left off previously with init immediately crashing when trying to run NetBSD on Wrap030, my 68030 homebrew computer. I was completely lost and didn't know where to start looking. The error code it gave, 11, didn't tell me much.

Until now, most error codes I've gotten have been defined in kernel errno.h, which has 11 defined as:

EDEADLK 11 /* Resource deadlock avoided */

That … also isn't helpful. I'm still not entirely sure what that means, but since this is process 1 we're dealing with, I didn't think it was relevant.

Finally, I was able to find someone who had encountered the same error six years ago. Helpful soul [Martin] explained the exact cause of the error, how to fix it, and why the kernel errno didn't line up:

I'm running a NetBSD live disk on a laptop as a test host, so I mounted my disk on it and spent some time with mknod adding the essential device nodes, referencing the "majors" file for my arch. Sure enough, on next boot it skipped right past the point it had been panicking. It worked for a bit then finally printed on the console:

Enter pathname o

Enter pathname of what? The machine appeared frozen. Nothing further printed, and it responded to no input.

I was afraid this would happen. That string is 16 characters. The 16C55x UART chips I'm using have a 16-byte buffer. The system is hung up waiting for the UART to interrupt to indicate it has finished transmitting everything in its buffer.

There's just one problem — I don't have any serial interrupts wired.

I have a confession to make. Until a few weeks ago when I got my timer working, I hadn't really worked with hardware interrupts before. So between a limited understanding of how to use them effectively and limited board space, I had omitted the interrupt signals from my 8-port serial card. This was now a Problem, and I was going to have to find a solution.

I had a few options:

Force the com driver to 8250 mode so it doesn't try to use the buffers

Use my timer interrupt to check status bits on the UARTs and fake the interrupts

Deadbug an interrupt handler onto my serial card

Respin the serial card

Option 4 would've been expensive and risked passing my deadline. I wasn't sure option 1 would even help. And option 3 would have been difficult and error-prone. I decided option 2 would be the way to go so I set about researching how to accomplish it

I spent a few hours digging through the com driver. In the process I found softintr(9), a native NetBSD software interrupt process that looked like just the thing I needed. Digging in a little deeper, I realized that the com driver was already using softintr. And then I realized all it needed to do polled mode serial ports instead of interrupt-driven was to set a single variable, sc_poll_ticks, before initializing the driver. It's such a simple thing, but it's not really documented anywhere I could find, so the only way to know it was even an option was to spend hours studying the code.

With that in place, I recompiled my kernel and tried again.

It was asking for a shell. This is promising. I accepted the default shell, /bin/sh, and waited a moment. It printed a single #.

I had a shell prompt.

I typed in the first thing that came to mind, echo "hellorld" (thanks, [Usagi]). It responded:

hellorld

and printed another # prompt.

I had a working shell.

This is a major milestone. I have a modern operating system kernel loaded and running on my homebrew computer, and I have a functional root shell. I can navigate disk directories and run commands and programs.

But only as root, and only on this one console. I have seven other serial ports I want terminals on, and I certainly don't want them all running as root.

What it's running here is single-user mode. It is just the kernel and a few core services, somewhat analogous to Safe Mode in Windows. It's a fall-back for setting up or repairing a system. It's not quite the full operating system just yet.

Getting the rest of the operating system up and running is going to be a significant task, on par with getting just the kernel running. Setting up a working Unix system from scratch is not easy. It requires a lot of detailed knowledge of the various programs and libraries and config files scattered across the disk. For a sense of scale, the AT&T Unix System V manual was over 1100 pages, plus an 800 page programmer's guide and a handful of other manuals … and that was 40 years ago. That's a lot of specialized knowledge that I don't really have.

But still, this is something I've wanted to do for years and after countless hours of work, I finally have a glimpse of what it can look like. I have a lot to learn and a lot of work to do yet, but I'm certain I can figure it out.

I'm still hoping I can get this running multi-user on all those terminals in time for VCF Southwest in June. The show is just a few weeks away and I have a lot of work to do.

[atinymekanie]

The Night We Met - Chapter 13: Error In The Code

|| Premise: What if Dawnbreaker's wish for one day and one night with the woman who lives only in his dreams... came true? ||

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Late afternoon sunlight slanted down onto the doctor as he hurried through the deserted streets of the city that wasn’t his, that couldn’t be his, that was too empty and cold and lifeless to be his city. Zayne glanced furtively from side to side as he strode quickly past alleyways and side streets, the phone that didn’t quite belong to him in one hand and a plastic bag full of his purchases that also somehow didn’t quite belong to him in the other. 

A chill breeze swept past him, causing his longer than normal hair to shift in front of his eyes, and Zayne pocketed the phone for a moment to sweep his hair back with his hand, sighing as he did so. Another half mile to go. Another half mile until he was back indoors in the relative safety of the apartment that didn’t quite belong to him, either. Another half mile until he could focus on something other than his thoughts, the thoughts that very much did belong to him.

His gaze wandered down some of the alleys that he passed, occasionally noting a still form lying slumped against the wall, or a small creature skittering back into the darkness. Once he had even seen a small bot fruitlessly bumping into the concrete wall in front of it, over and over and over again, caught in some loop of code. Trapped in an inescapable loop. Zayne shook his head, shoving away the mental images and pulling out the phone again, checking the navigation icon to be sure he was heading back to the apartment and not losing himself in the eerie, dilapidated streets of the city he was trapped in. 

Sure enough, he was on the right route, the buildings rising around him beginning to appear familiar once more. That was a scary thought. The idea that this place, that these streets with buildings that reminded him of gravestones lining a pallbearer’s walk, could become familiar was vaguely terrifying. 

Zayne’s green eyes flicked up as sunlight passed across him, the pale golden light that matched the flecks in his irises seeming much weaker than it normally would, perhaps due to the pall of pollution that hung high in the air above him. That was also likely the source of the pervasive smell. He wasn’t sure he would ever become fully accustomed to the acrid scent that invaded his nostrils every time he set foot outside that apartment. Good. Zayne never wanted to become accustomed to anything here.

But what if it was necessary? Icicles seemed to sprout inside Zayne’s heart at the thought, piercing through his flesh in frigid spikes of fear that made his blood run cold. What if when he went to sleep that night, the world refused to right itself? What if he remained here, in this city of nightmares, instead of being returned to his own city? What then? The ice in Zayne’s heart expanded, slivers of it invading his veins as he quickened his steps, turning a corner as he followed the navigation interface’s directions. 

Before he could sink further into the depths of his despairing thoughts, Zayne recognized the stretch of deserted buildings that sat across from the apartment’s small alley entrance. Relief flowed through him, followed quickly by revulsion at the realization that he was beginning to find solace in such tiny things. Truly, this was a kind of hell. Picking up his pace but not quite jogging, Zayne moved toward the alley and slipped down it, hurriedly opening the door to the apartment with the all-too-familiar code and closing the door quickly behind him.

A sigh left him as the door clicked shut, one of both relief and mental fatigue - the experience of navigating the mostly unfamiliar city with its strange technologies and lifeless streets was draining in a way Zayne hadn’t fully expected. The emptiness set his teeth on edge and the stillness that was only occasionally broken by the hum of robotics made his hackles stand up. It was more unnerving than the Arctic had been. At least there he hadn’t been so alone. At least there had been trees and snow and small birds and beautiful auroras. 

Drawing in a deep breath, Zayne dropped the plastic bag on the tattered couch cushions and sat down beside it. Inside the bag were a few more bottles of filtered water, a sandwich that seemed to be somewhat fresh instead of frozen or pre-packaged, a bottle of cleaning spray and a sponge to replace the ones Zayne had decimated earlier that afternoon during his cleaning rampage, and a box of sterile gloves he had managed to find. 

Originally, Zayne had planned to find and purchase a medical supply kit, but during his cleaning spree he had discovered a basic one beneath the bathroom sink. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing - the only truly necessary thing missing had been the sterile gloves. The idea of tending to wounds without gloves to lower the risk of infection, either on another or oneself, made Zayne twitch. Hopefully, the hunter would appreciate the addition to his medical supplies. If not, that was just too bad.

After unbuttoning his coat, Zayne picked up one of the bottles of water and stood, stepping over to the little jasmine plant and placing the bottle beside it, unopened. He stared down at it, wondering if the hunter would take the hint and realize that the plant likely needed fresher, cleaner water if it was to ever thrive. Shrugging, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and opened the notepad icon, part of him wondering why he was even bothering with this. Would the hunter even notice a note in his phone? Zayne glanced at the little plant, noticing that the small white bud at the top was ever so slightly more open than before. 

Deciding that it couldn’t hurt to try, Zayne typed out some short care instructions for the jasmine regarding the water quality, how often to water it, the amount of sunlight it needed, and so on. That should do. Nothing fancy, but enough to get the point across. He read over the instructions once more and then flicked over to his previous note - his plan for the day. Steps 1 and 2 were complete, now on to Step 3. 

Staring at the list, Zayne realized that he had also technically accomplished Step 4 - ‘Navigate the city successfully’. Huh. To be fair, navigating during the day and doing the same thing at night were often vastly different. He tapped on Step 4 and added the addendum of ‘at night’ to the end. A sinking sort of feeling began in Zayne’s stomach at the thought of moving through the already unsettling city without the help of sunlight. The feeling settled like cold fog in his gut, and he closed the notepad icon quickly, dropping the phone into his coat pocket before taking the coat off and draping it over the arm of the couch.

Forcing away the unpleasant thought, Zayne narrowed his focus back to preparing for his evening enterprise, his mind settling into a methodical approach to the situation as a coping mechanism. Put away the purchased items, rinse off and change clothes, make sure the phone was fully charged, eat something akin to real food, and plan out the route toward that wretched dot. 

Nodding decisively, Zayne set about the first task, placing the bottles of water and the sandwich into the refrigerator and placing the sterile gloves in the bathroom with the medical supply kit. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be needed anytime soon. Once in the bathroom, he flicked on the light, his calloused hands moving to the buttons of his shirt to undo them. Zayne blinked slightly, realizing that the myriad scars that normally adorned his hands were gone.

Pausing with his shirt half unbuttoned, Zayne held out his hands in front of him, his long fingers splayed out as he turned them palm up and then back again. That was odd. While the hunter did have plenty of scars across his body, they didn’t seem to have been inflicted by the hunter’s Evol, the way his scars were. 

Of all the curses the hunter seemed to have heaped upon his head, how ironic was it that the one curse Zayne normally had, the hunter seemed not to? His brow furrowed for a moment, wondering at the significance of such a thing, but when he was unable to immediately pinpoint a reason, Zayne deliberately set the thought aside. The hunter clearly had more than enough to worry about as it was. Raising his hands back to the buttons of his black shirt, he finished unbuttoning them and slipped it off his shoulders, setting it on the counter.

The old mirror above the sink reflected his image, albeit slightly thinner and vaguely more unkempt than normal. Zayne saw something on his chest that he hadn’t noticed previously - a long, thin scratch that ran from just above his sternum down to the top of his abdominal muscles. 

He traced a finger over it lightly, wondering where it had come from. Had it been acquired randomly, while lifting something, exercising, or some other mundane task? Or had it come from one of them? One of the creatures the hunter killed. That did seem the most likely answer. Since the thin, shallow cut didn’t hurt and it didn’t appear to be infected, Zayne dropped his hand back to his side and proceeded to finish undressing before turning on the water in the shower.

Much to his dismay, Zayne couldn’t seem to find the hot water setting, no matter which way he turned the knobs in the shower. Huffing slightly in frustration but wanting to get rid of the sweat and grime from cleaning as well as the unpleasant smell of the outside, even if only for the next few hours before he went out again, he begrudgingly stepped into the cold spray, gasping at the frigid sensation. 

It felt almost as if he had doused himself in his own Evol, the cold water running through his dark hair and dripping down his face in chilly rivulets before streaming down the muscles of his back and arms. Zayne felt a shiver run through him as the bitterly cold liquid made its way further southward, down his torso and over his hips and thighs, causing him to wince as the frigid water made its acquaintance with his most sensitive areas.

“And they say ice baths are good for the body,” Zayne muttered under his breath, his tone clearly sarcastic. Hurriedly, he set about cleaning himself as quickly as he could, not wanting to stay under the icy deluge for any longer than he had to - just long enough to scrub the sweat from his skin and wash the strange smell from his hair. 

Once that was done, Zayne shut off the water, his relief from the cold short lived as the brisk air of the apartment hit his skin. What he wouldn’t give for the warmth of his own shower and bathroom, not to mention the warmth of the woman who normally joined him there. Sighing, he stepped out of the shower, forcing those thoughts back behind the wall he had built in his mind.

Shaking his head once to free some of the water from his dark hair, Zayne grabbed the lone towel from the rack by the shower and dried off, then wrapped it around his waist before gathering up the clothes he had been wearing. As he moved toward the bedroom to deposit the clothes in the laundry basket there, Zayne noticed that the sunlight had mostly faded from the window - a lone sliver of it still fell across the jasmine plant, illuminating the small white bud at the top. Soon the light would be gone from the window entirely. 

Sunset would be arriving in the next couple of hours. While Zayne couldn’t help the twinge of anxiety that flickered inside him at the thought, he did quash it as best he could. Sunset comes every day, no matter what place, or time, one might be in. If nothing else, it meant he was that much closer to sleep, and therefore, hopefully, that much closer to the end of this nightmare.

He moved into the bedroom, tossing the dirty clothes into the basket in the closet and dropping heavily onto the bed, the thin mattress squeaking shrilly in protest. The sound made Zayne grimace as he flopped backward onto the bed, the towel sliding from his waist in the process, its sides draping across his thighs. Turning his head, he gazed over at the monitor with its dot, the rhythmic sound it made making itself known to his consciousness again. Even in the short time he had been there, Zayne’s mind had already begun to filter it out sometimes, a fact which unnerved him more than he cared to admit. 

The soft, steady blip of the dot as it moved across the screen slowly seemed to grow louder and louder in the silence of the bedroom, the apartment suddenly seeming too small for the sound and at the same time too large for just himself. In between the blips of sound, the silence began to ring in Zayne’s ears, the lack of sound other than that of the monitor making the silence too overwhelming, his mind recoiling from it as he placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes.

After a moment, Zayne surged up from his supine position on the bed, needing to do something other than sit and listen to nothing. The towel fell to the ground as he strode out of the bedroom and over to the TV set, turning it on and watching as the medical drama began to play after a moment. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the silence. He frowned at it and then down at his nakedness and sighed, turning and stepping back into the bedroom to pull a new set of clothes from the closet. 

The clothes were almost exactly the same as the ones Zayne had put on that morning, the monotony and the black and grey scale of the hunter’s closet doing nothing for his mood. Almost robotically, he pulled on each item of clothing, zipping up the slacks, buttoning up the shirt, and pulling the socks onto his feet, creating a thin barrier against the cold air of the apartment. He stood up and moved from the bedroom, retrieving the phone from the coat he had left on the couch to check the battery percentage. 28%. 

With a sigh, Zayne returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the small nightstand, finding the charger and placing the phone on it, hoping it would be charged fully by the time he had to set out. Staring at the phone screen, he noticed a small icon at the top left had appeared once the phone was charging. Curious, he tapped on the icon and watched as an interface he hadn’t seen before opened. 

The new interface wasn’t very complicated, in fact, it had no options to tap or select, and instead was purely informational. Zayne stared at the screen, disbelief written across his features, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. His own photo, name, age, and height stared back at him from the informational interface, along with other identifying info such as what appeared to be the address of the apartment, the serial info and phone number of the phone, and a few other strings of numbers and information that Zayne didn’t recognize. The emergency contact section was conspicuously blank - the only section that was blank, in fact. He exited out of the interface after a moment, his gaze still trained on the home screen, staring at the icons on the pale blue background.

With a trembling hand, Zayne set the phone face down on the nightstand, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. It had to be a fluke. A trick of the light, a glitch in the system, an error in the code. Because if it wasn’t…then the hunter had his name. Or did he have the hunter’s name? Did it matter? The questions reverberated through his mind, bouncing off the walls Zayne had erected to keep thoughts exactly like this at bay. 

Thoughts that he had tried to bury, that he had tried to separate from his logical, methodical thought processes began to scratch and claw at the walls he had built, emboldened by this new information. Zayne raised his hands, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes until phosphenes danced behind his closed eyelids, colors swirling and fading in turn. Now was not the time for this. It was nearing sunset, and the monitor behind him sounded louder than ever, even with the drone of the TV in the other room warring with it.

Zayne shoved himself to his feet using the nightstand to steady himself, his lips set in a thin line, his eyes narrowed as he forced his mind to conform to his will, entombing the ricocheting thoughts within the walls he had created, expanding them as best he could to accommodate the realizations he didn’t wish to face. Focus on the controllable aspects of the situation. That was the key, the mantra he had learned as a doctor and as a combat medic, and the one Zayne kept repeating to himself as he moved through the apartment, taking out the sandwich and water from the refrigerator.

Sitting down on the couch, Zayne forced himself to begin eating, knowing that he needed to do so but finding no enjoyment whatsoever in the task. The sandwich was bland; the meat and cheese were poor imitations of what he was used to, and the condiments almost nonexistent. But he ate it anyway, his body demanding food after the exertion of cleaning the entire apartment and his earlier excursion. 

Fixing his gaze on the TV, Zayne forced himself to watch as he numbly continued to eat, the doctors and nurses on the screen recreating a poor imitation of what he normally did every day. At least the oddities and irregularities portrayed on the screen seemed small in comparison to the ones he was avoiding facing in reality. He tried to focus on the story being told, on anything but the intrusive thoughts screaming at him, but found it difficult to get past the multiple instances of malpractice that were clearly evident, causing him to scoff a few times. Zayne almost choked on a bite of his sandwich at one point, when he realized the patient in the show had been misdiagnosed and no one had caught it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zayne could see the light fading as he finished eating, the glow of the sun disappearing completely from the window the closer it got to sunset. The cold fog that had settled in his stomach earlier that day returned with a vengeance, and he picked up the bottle of water, downing as much as he could in an attempt to drown the unnerving feeling in his gut. Instead, the water seemed to weigh heavily in his stomach, churning and roiling uncomfortably.

Glancing over at the window, Zayne watched as darkness engulfed the little alley outside, shadows creeping across the windowpane from the tall buildings around them. One lone street light flickered on at the end of the alley, sending dark shapes skittering along the asphalt - the shadows of dead leaves from trees he had yet to see. The water Zayne drank sat leaden in his stomach, and with a groan he lifted his legs up to stretch out on the couch, shifting onto his side to face the TV as he did so. 

Soon Zayne would have to head outside, into the darkness that slid through the vacant streets, into the world that was so like his own and yet so alien at the same time. Soon he would have to put Steps 4 and 5 into action. But not now. Not yet. Another hour wouldn’t hurt. He had to wait for his food to settle anyway. Right? One more episode of the ridiculous medical drama wouldn’t hurt. Would it?

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(Sorry the post is a bit late - I was out of town! Tags: @callme-naomi @altair718 @seris-the-amious @schnittled @punk-cat @criffininflight @justpassingdontworry )