#server-side rendering

[gagande]

Purecode reviews | Node.js is a powerful runtime environment for executing

Node.js is a powerful runtime environment for executing JavaScript code on the server-side, while Next.js is a comprehensive React framework offering server-side rendering and static site generation capabilities.

[react-js-course]

Performance Optimization in React JS

Want a faster, more efficient React app? Learn code splitting, lazy loading, SSR, efficient data fetching, and more to boost performance. Optimize your React app today!

[distinguishedcomputeranchor]

Server-Side Rendering vs Client-Side Rendering – Which one to choose?

Gone are the days when websites were only static pages displaying content. In today’s world, websites are much more robust and dynamic than ever before. In fact, with the introduction of Progressive Web App (PWA), the websites now look and feel like a mobile application. Also, with the growing importance of technical Search Engine Optimization (SEO), the need to create quick, responsive web pages is the need of the hour. This makes it very important to decide which web rendering technique to choose when creating your website. We have been introduced to various rendering techniques in the past, and each has had its pros and cons. In this article, we’ll talk about the two most streamlined rendering techniques: Server-side Rendering (SSR) and Client-side Rendering (CSR).

Server-Side Rendering (SSR)

What is SSR?

Server-Side Rendering (SSR) is a technique used in web development where the server generates the HTML for a web page and sends it to the client-side to display on the browser. The HTML is pre-rendered on the server-side, making it faster to load, better for SEO, and more efficient for slow internet connections. This process also helps to improve the overall user experience and reduces the time needed for the page to load. With SSR, the server sends the fully rendered HTML to the client, which then displays the page in the browser without waiting for JavaScript to execute.

Advantages of server side rendering (SSR)

Server-side rendering (SSR) has several advantages in web development.

SSR allows for faster load times, as the server generates the HTML for a web page and sends it to the client side to display on the browser. This results in a smoother user experience and avoids the blank page flicker typical of client-side rendering (CSR). 

SSR provides better SEO performance, as search engines can easily crawl and index the content of the website. This can result in higher search engine rankings and more organic traffic.

[aiquator]

Rendering, in the context of web development, generally refers to the process of generating the visual output of a webpage. It involves translating the code, data, and other resources of a website into the visual elements that users see and interact with on their browsers.

Server Side Rendering

Client Side Rendering

Read Full Blogs Click here

[rtiodev]

[lobautumny]

So like, the Reddit strike going on right now, yeah? I've been seeing a lot of people comment on how they appreciate the protest and then go on to say that this has the notable downside of them constantly looking up questions and not being able to easily find the answers because all of the easily-findable answers are exclusively on Reddit. I am not sure if most of the people making this observation are within the line of thought of "man, maybe this protest isn't such a good idea after all" or "man, it really sucks that we've let the internet get so consolidated," and I'm really hoping its the latter.

Like, all of this? This right here? Reddit making a shitty, anti-consumer grab for money and control over how people are allowed to access the information on their servers, and the website going dark in protest causing tons of people to not be able to access important information? This is exactly what people mean when they say that it's bad that the internet has shrunk down so much and is mostly comprised of, like, 10 websites. It's a fucking problem that one company making one bad decision and causing their website to crash and burn can jeopardize so much of humanity's cumulative information.

This two-day glimpse into the internet without Reddit is the warning shot. Imagine what will happen if Reddit actually goes down for good for one reason or another one day. Imagine what will happen if/when Discord or Fandom bites the dust, or gets rendered practically-unusable without paying an ever-increasing premium because they're owned by blood-sucking corporate leeches.

Another big thing is Twitter clamping down really hard on your ability to DM people if you don't have Twitter Blue. If this goes through, it'll put a ton of artists and sex workers who rely on Twitter DMs for their business operation into a shitty situation. Now, obviously, it's not gonna be the end of the world for them, but once again, it feels like a warning shot to me. Twitter is a sinking ship, and unless something changes and it starts to course-correct, I worry that it'll go under and all of the creators who rely on it will suddenly be in an extremely precarious situation.

These are the sorts of things that we, as the users of the internet, need to seriously think about as time goes on, and if we don't find an adequate answer sooner, we're going to pay for it later. I still hold that the best solution is to start making and using more individual, niche websites. Things like Twitter, Reddit, Discord, etc. have their place, of course, but I seriously think a lot was lost through the death of things like individual forums and the existence of many different wiki-hosting sites.

We need a concerted effort, not just on the side of larger creators, but on the users themselves, to stop exclusively using these larger websites and support the creation and growth of smaller, more niche websites, and prevent a catastrophe before it actually happens. I simply hope that people with larger platforms than my own pick up on all this and start talking about it and swaying people to act sooner rather than later. I know it's possible to correct the problem of the mysteriously tiny internet before a modern Library of Alexandria moment happens, I just don't know if that correction will actually happen in time.

[nina-ya]

Synopsis: Stuck in a snowstorm, you and Law have to resort to sharing body heat to stay warm. Who knew an act of survival could turn so sexual? Pairing: Law x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, Hand job, cunnilingus, law is a piece of shit and ruins your clothes • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The snowstorm raged outside, the howling winds battering against the walls of the abandoned cabin as though the elements themselves sought to break through and terrorize you. Through the warped slats of the wooden walls, the cold spilled in. Snow piled against the single-paned windows, rendering any view into the outside world useless. 

Inside the cabin wasn't much better– empty and run down, save for a broken chair, an upturned table, and a rotting woodpile too damp to be of any use. You and Law were in what seemed to be the common area, breaths fogging the air, and the absence of any heat source made every second a test of endurance. Law sat cross-legged on the rough wooden floor, leaning back against the warped planks of the wall, and you were across from him, crouched with an air of grim determination as you furiously rubbed two sticks together in a vain attempt to coax a spark into existence. 

“You know,” Law drawled, his voice tinged with amusement despite his ever-growing coldness, “if sheer stubbornness could start a fire, you’d have the place burning down by now.”

You shot him a glare, blowing a strand of hair from your face as you worked the sticks together with renewed vigor. “Well, unless you have a better idea, Mr. Genius, let me work my magic.”

Law didn’t respond immediately, his gaze darting around the cabin as though searching for a solution to their predicament in the shadows of the corners. Then, without a word, he gestured for you to sit beside him with a tap to the space on the ground next to him. 

You hesitated, glancing back at the desolate room once more, but the persistent chill and his expression boring into you left you with no other choice. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself and shuffled over, lowering yourself beside him and pressing your side against him. The warmth from him was a near-instant relief, though far from enough to chase away the cold.

“It’s freezing,” you murmured, tucking your hands under your arms for extra warmth. 

Law shrugged off his coat and draped it over both of your shoulders as he stated as practically as ever, “Body heat. It’s the most efficient way to conserve warmth.”

With that, he shifted closer, his side pressing right up against yours, his heat steadily seeping into your frozen skin. You couldn't stop the shivers that racked your body, the icy tendrils of winter coiling tighter around you. 

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt and pressing against the warm skin of his abdomen. He jumped under your touch, immediately jerking away from your touch. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, his voice more a growl than a question. 

Your lips curled into a playful grin, the chill momentarily forgotten in the face of his reaction. “I already told you, it's freezing,” you started with a mock serious tone, fingers pressing against his warm skin again. “And you’re so warm.”

Each time he tried to evade you, you followed, your hands persistent as you darted around his attempts to push you back. He was rapidly shifting backward from you when something caught on an uneven floorboard, sending his feet flying in the air and his back hitting the ground with a thud. Before he could recover, you were on him, straddling his hips with a triumphant laugh. 

With a soft, playful laugh you leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Got you.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond, one of your hands snaked lower, sliding beneath the waistband of his pants, feeling the warmth of his pulse beneath your fingers. Law’s body tensed, his breath a sharp hiss as you closed your fingers around him slowly as if savoring the moment. His cock was already stiff and oh so impossibly warm against the cold air of the cabin. 

“See?” you said, voice low and teasing as you squeezed lightly. “So warn…”

Law’s breath hitched, his head tipping back against the wooden floorboards with a dull thud. He muttered a curse under his breath, his hands reflexively gripping your thighs in a futile attempt to ground himself. His body arched subtly into your touch, his jaw clenching as a soft groan spilled past his lips. 

“Fuck… So cold…” he muttered, voice strained. Your icy touch sent sharp, electric jolts through his nerves, intensifying the feelings your hand around his cock brung out. You stroked him slowly, drinking in the way his hips jerked involuntarily as you teased him. 

“I can find a way to keep you warm,” you murmured, your voice teasing and soft. You shifted, leaning down so your lips hovered over his, your breath ghosting against him. “Do you like it?” you whispered, your tone dripping with playful intent as you gave him another slow, deliberate squeeze. 

His response was immediate, his hands tightened on your thighs, nails digging lightly into your fleece-lined leggings. “You’re a menace,” he rasped, but the words lacked bite, his gaze locked onto yours with a mix of frustration and undeniable need. He couldn’t help but roll his hips into your hand to chase the friction, his inhale sharp and shaky. “You’re torturing me,” he breathes out, his tone less accusatory and more pleading, a desperate edge woven into each syllable. One of his hands left your thighs, opting to grab your wrist and guide you. “Don't stop…” 

And you didn’t. Your strokes quickened, the slick guide of your hand drawing him closer to the edge with every movement. His body tensed beneath you, his muscles taut and trembling, as his breathing slipped into broken moans. The hand on your wrist tightened, guiding your movements more frantically as his need overtook him. 

“I’m–” the words barely left his lips before his release hit, a shuddering cry breaking free as his body arched into you. His cock pulsed in your grasp as ropes of cum spilled over your hand and up, some splattering against your cheek, sticky and warm. You froze for a moment before laughing softly as you looked down at him. 

“Messy,” you murmured, your tone dripping with amusement as you brought your hand to your mouth. Your tongue flicked out to clean your fingers, your eyes never leaving his. The sight of your tongue wrapping around each of your digits sucking and savoring his essence drew a groan from Law as the hand on your thigh flexed against you. 

His hands planted firmly on your hips, sliding you up across his abdomen with ease. You yelped at the sudden motion, and before you knew it, he was guiding you until you hovered right over his face. 

“Law--” your thoughts were cut off as he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your leggings, gripping until–rrrrrip. You gasped at both the cold air kissing your slick cunt and the sheer audacity of him to rip your clothes without an ounce of remorse or hesitation. 

You opened your mouth to yell at him, but your words dissolved into a whimper as his cold nose brushed against your slick core, turning you to jelly. “Relax,” he huffed out. His icy lips ghosted over your folds and your hips attempted to jerk away from his touch, but his hands kept you firmly in place. 

His tongue suddenly darted out, a hot, deft stroke that had you wailing out. His hands tightened on your hips, keeping you anchored to his face as he devoured you like a man starved. You squirmed against him as he drove you to the brink of madness with every stroke of his tongue. He groaned into you, the vibration sending your mind into a tizzy. 

“L-Law,” you stuttered, your voice shaky as you reached for something to ground yourself, fingers lacing through his dark hair. He only responded with a growl, his tongue flicking over your clit before sucking it. You cried out, your hips bucking into his face.

He teased and tormented, alternating between soft, teasing flicks, and firm, deliberate strokes that sent bolts of electricity slamming right into your core. The wet sounds of his mouth working against you filled the space, each sound a sinful melody.

Your thighs trembled, and you began to rock against his face, your juices smearing across his lips and chin. He hummed in approval, the vibrations pulling a shuddering moan from your chest. His hands guided your movements, helping you chase your pleasure with a feral sort of need as if he couldn’t bear for you to pull away for even a second. 

The pleasure was consuming you, your mind hazy and unfocused as you chased that blinding peak. But then, through that haze, a faint sound reached your ears. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you turned your head to look over your shoulder. Your eyes were met with one of Law’s hands wrapped tight around his leaking cock, stroking himself with a brutal intensity. His slicked hand moved in time with his eager might, the sight devastatingly obscene. 

A breathless laugh escaped you, though it was half swallowed by a moan. “You’re so–” you began, voice trembling, “needy.” 

Before you could say more, his tongue dragged a precise stroke over your clit, the pressure timed with a slow stroke of his hand. Your words dissolved into a broken cry as your body arched sharply, the tension inside you coiling impossibly tight.

He didn’t let up for even a moment, his mouth relentless as he alternated between consuming you whole with broad strokes and zeroing in on that sweet, sensitive spot that left you gasping for air. 

Your body shuddered violently as the black snake of pleasure coiled around you, threatening to end you with its venomous bite. Your hips rocked with desperation, grinding against his mouth, every motion perfectly in sync with the steady pull of his hand on his cock. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna--” 

And then the snake finally sunk its teeth into you, its venom shooting right through your veins as an overwhelming pleasure ripped right through you. Your back arched as the waves of bliss crested and crashed through you, your vision blurring  as you clung to the world around you, your body trembling and shaking uncontrollably.

At that exact moment, Law grunted, his release hitting with equal force, the pulse of his cock in his hand matching the spasms of your cunt. His honey spilled over his fingers and dripped onto his stomach as he groaned deeply into your sensitive folds.

And as you both trembled from the aftermath, Law licked you clean, savoring every drop of your essence, tasting you and making you jerk and whine out from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm.  

When you finally managed to slide off him, the motion was slow, your body fatigued. And as you pulled away, a thin string of your shared fluids stretched between your bodies, fragile but stubborn, until it snapped with a soft pop. 

You collapsed beside him, breathless, your body flushed and spent. It was only until now that you were able to take a good look at him, the way his lips and chin glistened with your juices, the way his chest heaved with each breath, the way his hand was still resting on his softening cock, coated in the remnants of his own pleasure. 

Neither of you could speak, and neither of you wanted to. There was no need for words when the atmosphere around you was still sizzling with the raw intimacy of the moment. However, that bliss ended quickly as you remembered his earlier stunt of ripping your leggings. And as you perched yourself up on your elbows, face snapping to his with an expression that radiated irritation, he just sighed, knowing what was to come. Instead of thinking of excuses or remedies, he spent those few seconds of tensioned silence thinking of the quickest route to your thighs in order to keep your mind once again occupied with the thoughts of his mouth and fingers instead. 

[haunting-heroes-creative-games]

The Haunting Heroes Banner is here!!

After several months of cooperative work with members of the Haunting Heroes DPxDC Discord Server, we want to share with everyone the final product of everyone's hard work!

We adore the amazing variety of styles and ideas shared by all our artists: from traditional drawings to digital renders; from action-packed depictions to sillier faces; showcasing heroes and villains alike, we share this space to have fun and ways to celebrate our fandom.

Come check out all our participants and share some love to their work too! 💚

Credits:

DP Side

Valerie: @peculiardiction Link

Pointdexter & Cujo: @bloggerspam

Dora, Sam & Tucker: @surelysilly

Dan: @belfry-ghost Link

Frostbite & Ember: @tourettesdog

Spectra: @blooming-amaranth

King Phantom Danny: @matveysunflowersart

LBM: @yourneighborhoodneighbor

Letters

Letters (outline): @littlestartopaz

"Haunting" (fill): @bloggerspam

"Heroes" (fill): @summerssixecho

DC Side

Goliath: @bloggerspam

Kon/Superboy & Starfire: @peculiardiction Link & Link

Black Bat & Spoiler: @dakkapel Link

Tim/Red Robin: @belfry-ghost

Nightwing: @twurger

Wonder Woman: @arzuera

Poison Ivy: @breannasfluff Link

Robin: @renshroomie

Circuit Breaker & Danny The Brick: @surelysilly Link

[superbatbigbang2025]

SBBB 2025 rules: 

No generative AI allowed in any form.

Minors are welcome, but will only be allowed to work on SFW projects.

Participants are required to have a Discord account, as the check-ins and creative teams collaboration will happen in the server dedicated to the event. They will also be asked to provide a second form of communication of their choice (e.g. tumblr, social media, email, etc.)

Progress check-ins as outlined in the event timeline are mandatory. This helps us all to ensure team communications are going smoothly, and that participants are on track to complete their works by the final deadlines.

If you are having trouble with a deadline, please let a mod know as soon as possible. The mod team can arrange something to accommodate reasonable requests for extensions.

Do not discuss, share or post your work on any social media until your assigned posting date.

If any participant wishes to contribute a form of art and/or content that does not fit the art criteria laid out in these rules (such as a podfic, fanvideo, gifset, photoset, etc.), please contact the mods to discuss what this will look like. These are more than welcome, and will be shared in the Big Bang pages along with the fics and their main companion art pieces.

For Writers:

Writers commit to publishing a new, original, SuperBat focused fic on their assigned posting date. (The work can be an existing WIP or idea, as long as it hasn’t been published anywhere before). 

Works must meet the minimum word count of 20k.

Works can include any and all ratings and warnings as long as they are tagged accordingly.

Any continuity and/or alternative universe is welcome.

Side couples are allowed as long as SuperBat remains the focus of the work. Moresomes with SuperBat (such as Clark/Bruce/Lois/Selina, or Clark/Bruce/Hal) are also allowed, but only if treated as secondary/background plots.

You are allowed to bring in your own beta, request one or more betas to be assigned to your team, or opt out of having a beta completely.

Multi-chapter works are allowed, but all the chapters must be published simultaneously on the assigned day.

Writers will publish their fics on Ao3 to allow the SBBB team to add their fics to the event’s collection.

For Artists:

Traditional and digital mediums are welcome. Traditional art must be scanned or photographed in clear lighting, ideally with minor color correction so that the final image accurately represents or enhances what was drawn. The final art must be at a resolution of at least 300dpi.

The artwork must be polished and represent multiple days worth of work. If you create a single illustration, it must contain the following attributes:

multiple figures

colors

shading

backgrounds

full render or detailed line art

If you want to contribute multiple illustrations, each individual illustration does not need to meet all the criteria above, but the total amount of work should roughly be equivalent.

We may discuss with artists the possibility of working on multiple projects if the artist group is smaller than the writers group. In this case, the total amount of work an artist contributes (outlined above) would be spread equally across projects.

Artists can publish their works on platforms such as Tumblr, Bluesky, Pillowfort, etc. We ask that artists also upload their final work onto a hosting website (such as imgur) that will allow for embedding into the corresponding fics. This can be discussed with the Mod team at any time, and assistance given for anyone who doesn't have experience with setting this up.

For Beta Readers:

You and your writer will establish what kind of help or feedback they are looking for (grammar, pacing, etc.)

You will be expected to be available to give timely feedback to your writer(s) as requested.

The event will have a dedicated space where betas will be able to provide quick feedback to any writers (not just who they’re paired with) who request assistance on their fics, but participation outside of your agreed teams is not mandatory.

For Pinch Hitters:

You can elect to sign up as a pinch hitter for art and/or beta reading purposes. 

In the unlikely scenario where a member of a team drops their role, pinch hitters will be asked to take over and work with the team.

The deadlines will remain the official ones, unless too critical. Mods will discuss each case with the pinch hitter to ensure that the workload and remaining time are balanced.

Want to know the timeline of the event? You can read it here!

[flooferland]

I find kernel level anti-cheats and generally client-side anticheats like BattleEye, EasyAntiCheat, and Vanguard really stupid, because they really aren't stopping cheaters, all they're doing is discouraging them while sacrificing performance, user privacy, Linux support, and generally risking accidentally banning casual user.

I started developing my own anti-cheat for a game and it hit me, you should never have any anti-cheat on the client. All anti-cheats should be server-side, because to this day players are still figuring out ways to bypass these anti-cheats, like using hardware-level exploits which are physically impossible to detect unless they start serving anti-cheats as AI-powered robots that are physically in your room looking at you while you game.

Think about it.. Wall hacks let you see other players through walls, easy solution right? Just don't tell the client where the other players are, do server-side calculations for occlusion, you already have a system for it to do it client-side since it saves performance not to render players that aren't on the screen. But nope, because it would slightly increase server costs, even if it makes cheating impossible to perform.

The number one rule in multiplayer is "NEVER TRUST THE CLIENT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE", and these huge game dev corporations are consistently not following it, then complain about having cheaters while going "Oh, it must be the Linux users!!! Not our flawed approach at anti-cheat!!!"

[reallemonmeat]

srry for being a reblog junkie as of late . im working on a LOT of art things.

ok fine ill post my Jam Fortress 2 doodles.

Animal Jam Classic + TF2

Sniper - Great Horned Owl

Medic - Deer

Spy - Fox

Heavy - Polar Bear

Demo - Snow Leopard

Engie - Clydesdale Horse

Soldier - Tiger

Pyro - Raccoon

Scout - Fennec Fox

Ms Pauling - Coyote

Administrator - Direwolf

Saxton Hale - Sabertooth

Scout's ma - Fennec Fox

animal jam server im in ate this up so i hope tumblr likes it too

currently im trying to make full renders of them in the official AJC artstyle, which takes forever. so far I only got scout's ma's head and im starting spy's.

(me rambling about my animal choices in the undercut)

I decided Saxton and Administrator would be the 2 extinct/big animals of AJC because not only did I think it would fit their statuses, but also keeping their designs too. For Saxton, I thought a kangaroo would be too obvious "funny australia guy ahahajaj" I even looked up if sabertooths were ever in australlia or smth and it said remains were foind there so...

Ms Pauling is a coyote, not just because I think it would fit her, but also because I wanted her to be in the same family as The Administrator.

Soldier is a tiger instead of an eagle for the same reason Saxton Hale is a Sabertooth. TOO OBVIOUS and fits their build more. you can have pet eagles in game too so he'll be fineee

Sniper is a Great Horned Owl because the model in game makes it look like they have side burns. Also because of Sir (S)hootsalot obviously, but this time it also fits since 1. owls seem very good for a sniping job and 2. that boy is from new zealand his ass would NOT be a kangaroo!!!1!1!!1!

Scout + family where the ones i struggled with the most. My partner suggested Spy to be a deer as it fits his design. Sure, but then what could I make scout? Certainly not another deer, as I dont want it to be obvious theyre related, and the only of cervidae in ajc is a Moose. How about a cat? Cheetahs are fast like scout, but then what would spy be? none of the other cats fit him. Maybe Spy a cheetah and scout a lynx? No,, it would be strange. Otter and Skunk?? No....

Foxes are better!! Because foxes and sly, so that fits spy. AJC also recently-ish released fennec foxes, which are smaller more playful foxes ITS PERFECTTTT

so of course, I made scout's ma a fennec too. This way it would also balance the parents out to the kid and also not make it obvious that spy has anything to do with scout. YIPPEEE!!!

oh also the Mann brothers are oldshit hyenas lol

the rest shouls be obvious but not in a crazy way,, either for their region/other affiliations or just their looks and personality.

[dspacefear]

Hypnospace Outlaw is probably my favorite fictionalized internet. This is, partially, because it is genuinely just an entire fictional corner of the late-90s web in all its Web 1.0 glory, rendered in incredible detail. But maybe more importantly, it's filled with genuine love for most of the people it portrays, from confused old people to edgy teenagers getting in online slapfights to super-nerds mad enough at The Man to build their own system (as much as you can when you're still on The Man's servers, because of the scope of the game).

It would be so easy for a game about alternate universe Geocities to be extremely mean-spirited. And Hypnospace can make its characters into jokes, at times, but it doesn't feel like there's serious disdain for these people (with a few notable and IMO deserved exceptions), and especially not for their real life counterparts. They can be silly because people are silly sometimes, and even characters that seem silly at first often have a genuine side you can find with a little reading. Carl is a boomer and his page is badly made, but he clearly loved his wife dearly and misses her every day. All of these people are part of a community that brought a lot of joy to the world, enough for people decades later to go hunting for rare hardware models to try to archive it.

It's so common for online comedy, especially about the internet, to be mean. To view its subjects as essentially a pack of morons that we'd all be better off without. Hypnospace portrays a lot of people that usually get that treatment and it goes out of its way to humanize them.

[distinguishedcomputeranchor]

https://www.infidigit.com/blog/server-side-rendering-vs-client-side-rendering/

[coffeegnomee]

Is it not part of the reason why this feels so much like s4 for zam is that as the wormhole was gradually introduced, almost all pvp stopped on the server.

So he was effectively rendered into a pacifist, against his own will, and the only pvp you could do was talking. Talking and talking and talking. Trying to convince the other about your side, asking them to see reason, to see your perspective and change because they care about you.

And it's different than early s6 because early s6 was escaping the ravenous wolves who came through your backyard. There wasn't conflict yet, there wasn't betrayal. There wasn't anything for Zam to really want to oppose.

But now there is. Now there are repercussions he wants people to understand, boundaries he wants them to keep.

But because he's opted out of the solution of killing he has found himself squarely where he was from mid-eclipse federation and on. So of course it feels exactly like s4.

[mangocurist]

toxic codependent yaoi i love you toxic codependent yaoi save me

this is based off of @pancake-x2's idea of the uu!director being wifrot (as a unit)... its soooo good im like. frothing at the mouth thinking about it. ARGHH pulls my hair out in clumps I need them to Kill each Other and Make Out about it

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـــــــــﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩـــــﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩـــــﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـــﮩ

If there was any one thing that someone needed to know about Parrot, Wifies would tell them this: he is a difficult man to keep chained down.

Now, don’t get him wrong— Wifies doesn’t enjoy having to force his partner in crime to stay put in one place— it’s clear that Parrot wants to stretch his wings and explore the server, fool around with the pawns they’ve taken such great lengths to acquire and just generally find the workings of this server and break it apart at its seams. 

It’s simply his nature as a free spirit, and Wifies understands that he must feel restrained, cooped up in this sterile lab with nothing for company but himself and the countless experiments Wifies checks on daily. 

Even besides his natural need to explore, Unstable is a much different place from Parrot’s home server of Lifesteal, and Wifies can’t imagine what going from a place like Lifesteal, where death is not only not permanent but in fact infinitely avoidable so long as you have the smarts to evade and steal from others, to Unstable, where everyone watches their backs with caution knowing that the moment they turn around they risk never moving again would be like. 

To Wifies, it’s much the same as having brought a wild animal into a supervised environment: unless they are broken and beaten down, it is difficult to ever fully rid of their innate desire for freedom.

An animal’s first instinct, when trapped in a difficult situation, is to flee.

But while he needs Parrot’s… wild nature, so to say, present to fully carry out their purpose on this server, Wifies cannot possibly risk setting Parrot free to wreak havoc on Unstable. It would simply be too large a risk, and he— they, the Director— does not take risks. Not unless they know they can win.

Which they can, as long as Parrot does not leave the cage Wifies has placed him in.

Parrot, for his part, knows this, and he complies well. Wifies is honestly impressed at the restraint Parrot shows— his partner's patience is certainly not mirrored in his doppelganger, a little bird too curious for its own good. Then again, maybe it is one of those differences that come from the man’s time spent on Lifesteal that allow him to keep his cool where the other Parrot would have leapt ahead, adrenaline rushing through his blood and rendering his critical thinking useless. 

His willingness to wait for the perfect moment to strike was what made him such a good predator on Lifesteal, and here… it made him the perfect second half for the Director's scheme.

Wifies only hopes that he doesn't see a day where that shrewd planning decides to weave its own web to trap him in.

“You know, he's not taking your clone's death very well.” A voice comes from behind him, before the familiar feeling of two large wings come to drape on Wifies’ shoulders, Parrot leaning over him to look up at the large split-screen monitor. “Did you know? Ash told me that he hallucinated the guy. Almost makes you feel bad for them, doesn't it?”

“If this is you trying to convince me to let you out to further toy with them, you should rethink it. We’re almost at the finish line— what will this do for us but cause more unnecessary problems?” 

Parrot rolls his eyes, but sits down by Wifies’ side anyway, resigned to watching Wifies pick through the live footage of server members. As a reward, Wifies’ hand comes up to prune through the man’s feathers, dragging them down between the clumps of half-plucked molt and dust from god-knows-where, considering he's been cooped up in the lab for his entire time on the server. And they're in the End right now— Wifies doesn't even want to consider what exactly Parrot could have dirtied himself with.

“Can you go a little high– uh, yeah, that’s good,” Parrot hums as he leans back into Wifies’ touch, avian traits on full display as he calms down. 

Wifies is glad for it. It’s a show of trust, something he needs from Parrot if they are to work through this together. And— this part is admittedly perhaps a bit of his own selfish desire, too– but he enjoys having the other man around. At least, he likes Parrot's company over Ashswag’s, or ItzRealMe— or even the latest lineup in their little assassin rotation, though Wifies is being honest when he admits that Cube may be the most tolerable they've yet to contact.

Speaking of.

“Have you met with Cube yet?” Parrot is usually the one to make the trip around to their contacts, on account of the fact that he can fight and prepare for traps much better than Wifies can. It is the most logical solution Wifies can think of: Parrot needs to get out, and he is intimately familiar with treachery and bloodshed— far more so than the scientist who keeps himself locked up all day surrounded with machines and only nearly organic clones. If anyone gets the wrong idea, Parrot is the one who will be able to fend them off.

He held the title of admin for four years, after all. That was as good a reason as any to prove his ability.

“Yeah. He agreed— because he had to, mostly, but I think he thought it'd be funny to fuck with Parrot 2.” Parrot hums at a scratch to his ear-wings, making the smaller appendages flap with excitement. “He's apparently decided that he'll trap their base to kill the guy.”

Wifies twists his head to look at the content avian, hand pausing momentarily in its ministrations. Parrot frowns, but he doesn’t say anything. “Do you think that'll be enough?”

“Hell no,” Parrot scoffs. “I'm not stupid. No matter which ‘me’ is being trapped, I'll find my way out eventually. Cube is good, but not good enough.”

“It's unfortunate that most of these assassins only focus on one core specialty,” Wifies agrees. “I’d like if we could find one that would be able to account for all their weaknesses at once, but that’s practically impossible to come by.” 

“You could just make one yourself,” Parrot suggests, and while Wifies gives the suggestion some consideration, he waves it away.

“I don’t have the ability to do that just yet. I mean… look at my current creation,” he scoffs as the screen shifts to a replay of his clone and Parrot’s doppelganger’s odyssey. “He’s as dumb as a brick. Doesn’t understand anything besides how to dog the footsteps of his betters. I sometimes wonder if I made a mutt instead of a human. Surely there were better options for Kenadian to introduce sentience to?” 

“You’re way too hard on him. Honestly, I think I prefer your clone over mine. Actually— no, I know I prefer your clone over mine.” Parrot’s frown grows deeper as he witnesses the way his doppelganger addresses the clone, posture growing more and more rigid and disturbed as his foot starts to tap incessantly against the floor. Wifies runs his hand through his wings again, and when that doesn’t work, he moves to start braiding Parrot’s hair with one hand. The action manages to calm him, but it probably won’t last for too long if they focus on his mirror image.

Wifies does understand, much as he wishes he doesn’t. “Well, there is no bigger critic than the artist themselves.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Parrot sighs, wings coming up to drape over Wifies’ shoulders again as he rests his chin on Wifies’ head. “Oh, we should go and take a look at how they’re doing now. I mean. How he’s doing. Sorry. Almost forgot that there’s only one exception now— in your words, of course.” 

“You’re sounding rather vindictive for a man who prefers loyalty over action.” 

“I just hate that version of me. It’s not that I don’t understand what he’s doing, I just don’t like that he’s doing it with my face.”

Wifies shakes his head, amused. With the click of a button, Parrot appears— the other one, the one with half-pruned wings by a clone who shouldn't have lived long enough to assist him and yin-yang symbols carved into his heart, inextricably connected to his very being— staring at the white wall of Leowook’s newest base, eyes red with what could be insomnia but is more likely the product of his unfortunate attachment to one of Wifies’ failed products.

“Is there a reason you wanted to check up on him? He isn’t doing much,” Wifies points out, eyes drifting over to study Parrot’s face. There’s dust from whatever he was doing before scattered on his face as well, and he scoots over just slightly to rub the spots of dust off the man’s face, making Parrot’s wings flutter slightly. 

“I wanted to suggest something.” 

Wifies turns to look at Parrot, frowning. “If you say—”

“I won’t leave.” Parrot crosses his arms. “I know how you get about seeing this whole thing come to an end, and I’m not going to ruin it just because I want to get out. Which— yeah, okay, I do, you know I do, but I’m not going to do it right now because we need to see this to the end together.”

Wifies turns to study the man. His wings have retracted, lying flat and tense on his back. His eyes are trained on Wifies’ own, staring as if waiting for Wifies’ approval. It’s an unsettlingly intense stare, one that he doesn’t associate with Parrot often— unless he’s looking to get something out of someone.

Even now, it is difficult to trust that Parrot believes what he is saying.

In a life or death situation, the animal will choose self-preservation over aiding its companion.

Still. He needs him. Wifies needs Parrot, and whether that will spell the downfall of the Director is something that he will ignore for the time being, if only to allow himself to indulge in an illusion for a little while longer.

If he needs to clip his bird’s wings, then so be it.

“...Go on, then.” Wifies says after a beat of time passes. “What is it?” 

A smile curls on the edge of Parrot’s mouth. 

“I don’t think he knows to just what extent we’re willing to go. Why don’t we show him how far the limit really is?”