#v4.0

[zahnffxiv]

that means!! i've managed to become a—wait, they're calling it a... sexlegend?? oh, i see...

[p5x-theories]

Do you have plans on releasing any subtitled videos for the main story and the crossover stories on YouTube eventually?

Not the main story, unfortunately. That's the easiest to find lots of videos for elsewhere (even if the translation is just rough AI), and it'd be the most work for me, especially on top of the story summaries I already write! I also don't have good footage of all of the prologue, so I'd have to start with Chapter 1 even if I did.

The crossovers/collabs... are a maybe? I'm prioritizing translating Confidants right now, since that's what people seemed most interested in based on some recent polls I held, but if I ever catch up on those and the other events, I could see myself translating the collabs next. Again, these are lower priority because I know they're often easier to find elsewhere.

Above all else, it's really about the most efficient use of time for me (since I'm just one person doing all the gameplay, translating, and video editing, in addition to datamining and running this blog in general, and the rest of my life stuff!). I'm trying to focus on things that are a little harder to find, or that people want to see the most, that also won't be a massive undertaking to try to finish making videos for. I hope that makes sense, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience!

[dfl-inc]

AI image generation

[nmhk]

a scene at the homestead of Astar. Hal is searching for the clues, and Sheriff Schulz "catches" her mid-clueing. I feel like there is a bit of a barrier here with the cursive writing. I feel like it might work for some story telling element, but I'm not sure. My kids are just learning to read and write cursive (because I write using it quite a bit) and it occurs to me that there might be gen z and a who can't read it. Let me know.

[freddynossa]

Inteligencias Artificiales Chinas: Innovación y Competencia Global

Las inteligencias artificiales desarrolladas en China han crecido exponencialmente en los últimos años, compitiendo directamente con modelos de empresas occidentales como OpenAI, Google DeepMind y Anthropic. Estas IA se utilizan en diversos campos, incluyendo: Procesamiento de lenguaje natural (NLP): Chatbots, asistentes virtuales y generación de contenido. Visión por computadora: Reconocimiento…

[ashinaisshin]

BLASPHEMOUS title screens from major version updates, dev. The Game Kitchen v1.0 Blasphemous (September 2019) v2.0 The Stir of Dawn (August 2020) v3.0 Strife & Ruin (February 2021) v4.0 Wounds of Eventide (December 2021)

[12neonlit-stage]

STH //: SC:AU_redesigned2024 (v4.0)

[dragongirlsnout]

dashboard unfucker v4.0 beta!

version 4.0 improves the script's methods A LOT, and adds full support for Violentmonkey, Greasemonkey, Tampermonkey Beta, and just about any userscript extension that can run at document-start! it also adds two new toggleable features: hiding badges, and displaying full post note counts (e.g. 16,378 notes instead of 16.4K notes).

you can try out the new version by updating here!

[starconchs]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄

pairing: childe/tartaglia x gn!reader summary: a case of mistaken identity leads to childe challenging you to a duel. (and it's totally not because he thinks you're hot). genre: strangers to crushes, pre-relationship, fluff, meet-cute(?), humor, tension (hopefully), love at first sight (on childe's behalf) notes: probably ooc but i have a thing for flirty childe, childe is an idiot, idk i think he'd be attracted to someone who could beat his ass, he's a masochist, very slight fontaine/v4.0 spoilers, reader is a champion duelist but everything is made up since we don't know much about them, fighting/sparring/canon typical violence, a bit of blood wc: ~2.4k

Soft pants leave your lips as you stand up straight, your hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

There's a sharp look in your eyes as you observe your opponent, your hand firmly wrapped around your sword's handle. The blade's tip rests underneath your opponent's chin, an irritated look on their face as you stare back fiercely. After a few moments, they sigh and lean back on their elbows, separating themselves from your blade and admitting defeat.

There's a beat of silence before slow, loud clapping fills the arena, and both you and your opponent turn to face the source of the noise. Your sword comes up instinctively, your eyes narrowed as you hold it up the newcomer.

His choice of clothing lets you know he's not a local, and you find yourself wondering how he got into the arena in the first place as he moves closer. You take the opportunity to study him, taking in his tall stature, handsome face, and messy, ginger hair.

"State your name and business," you say, your stance rigid yet casual, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. You don't flinch as he approaches, merely raising an eyebrow when he comes to a stop right in front of you, his chest mere centimeters from your sword.

"That was quite the battle the two of you just had," he comments, ignoring your words as he shoots a quick glance at your opponent. You're met with deep blue eyes as he shifts his gaze to you, and you take note of the way he seems almost impressed when you don't look away. "You have a talent for fighting."

"Name and business," you repeat, face void of emotion as you stare him down. He huffs out a laugh, raising a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"I'm Tartaglia," he says casually, his chest brushing the sharp blade of your sword with every breath he takes. He holds out his hand for you to shake, and you spare a quick glance at it before looking back up at his face. "You can call me Childe, but what should I call you?"

"That's your name, now what's your business?" you ask sharply, ignoring his question as you watch his eyes trail over your form. You click your tongue once in irritation, drawing his attention back to your face. He gives you a brazen smile, and you roll your eyes as you wait for him to answer.

"I'm here to spar with the Champion Duelist Clorinde," he proclaims, moving his hand to poke at your weapon. You lower it before he can touch it, remembering that Clorinde had in fact mentioned something about a challenger. You choose to ignore the small pout he sends you at the action, looking away from him and dismissing your previous opponent with a nod. You turn your back to Childe, as you follow after them, sheathing your sword as you do so.

"Should you really turn your back on your opponent?" you hear him ask, his tone playful as he follows after you.

"No, you shouldn't," you respond, coming to a stop near the edge of the arena. You bend down to pick up a canteen of water, quickly opening it before taking a sip. You can feel Childe's gaze on you, heavy as he watches every move you make, and you can't ignore the slight nervousness you feel. The silence lingers as you finish drinking and close your canteen, catching a glimpse of Childe's amused expression in the process. "But you're not my opponent."

Childe's face drops slightly at your words, and for the first time since he walked into the arena, his confident attitude is nowhere to be found.

"You mean," he begins, a puzzled look on his face as he tilts his head to the side. "You're not Clorinde?"

A surprised laugh escapes your lips at his question, and Childe freezes when he sees a smile spread across your face.

"No, I'm not," you finally say, shaking your head as you lean against the wall, one hand resting on the hilt of your sword.

"But your fighting style, it's basically perfect," Childe argues, his eyes drifting towards your weapon. "You're impressive, and I heard that Clorinde is the best of the best."

"She is," you confirm with a nod. "She's even better than I am. Unfortunately, she is also currently in a meeting, so she's probably running a few minutes late. You can wait for her here if you'd like."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Childe asks, a smirk appearing on his face when he sees the mild surprise on yours. "But we were getting along so well."

A hum is the only response he gets from you as you turn your back to him once more, lifting your hand in a lazy wave as you head towards the exit. He watches as you get further and further away, and he takes a few steps forward before speaking once more.

"How about we spar while I wait?"

His words cause you to falter, and you eventually come to a stop before throwing a glance back at him. He shifts awkwardly as you look him up and down, watching as you raise an eyebrow when you notice his lack of weapon.

"And what exactly do you plan on sparring with?" you ask, turning around to face him. The smile on Childe's face is visible even with the distance between the two of you, and he gestures towards the backup swords displayed along the back wall of the arena.

"One of those should be fine," he comments, giving you a sly look before stalking over to them. He studies the swords for a brief moment before picking up one of the steel estocs, earning a pensive look from you.

"Are you sure?" you ask, receiving a nod in return from the ginger. You place your canteen back on the floor.

"How cute of you to care about my well-being," Childe says, earning a scowl from you. "But it's not needed. I'll be fine with this."

You hesitate slightly before unsheathing your own sword, nodding stiffly and approaching the center of the arena once more. Your rigid posture is a stark contrast to Childe's casual stance, soft hums leaving his lips as he swings the estoc back and forth in an attempt to get used to its weight.

"Ready? If I win, I get to know your name," Childe says, earning another nod from you. His lips spread into a wide smile, and you're momentarily caught off guard by the fierceness shining in his eyes. "Give it your all, I won't be going easy on you."

There isn't any time to think before Childe springs into action, thrusting his sword forward in an attempt to catch you off guard. You block it without hesitation, swinging your arm up and then quickly slashing down in an attempt to strike him. He does a quick spin, gracefully dodging your attack before attempting to slash at your hand.

You breathe in sharply as you let your sword go, dropping your hand as you catch the hilt with the other. You immediately go on the offense, darting in close and swiping at his legs with the flat of your blade. A shocked noise leaves Childe's lips as he goes tumbling backwards, rolling out of the way when you go to pounce on top of him.

"So you're good with both hands?" he asks, barking out a laugh when you scowl at the innuendo.

"I am," you say anyways, bringing your sword up to block another strike. He leans in close, your swords crossed as he observes your face.

"You know, the heat of battle really suits you," he says, voice low as he leans in closer. You roll your eyes before shoving him back, chuckles leaving his lips as you do so. "See? Breathtaking."

"Shut up! Do you flirt with every opponent you come across?" you ask, taking the chance to kick at his chest. The action earns a laugh from him as he stumbles back a few steps, his sword coming up as you creep closer in a weak attempt to keep you at bay.

"Only the pretty ones who like to fight dirty," he teases, laughing once more as you lunge at him. You scoff loudly, shaking your head as you sidestep another attack.

"All of our duels are no holds barred," you explain, eyes narrowing as he backs away from you. His movements are confident, and you find yourself wondering what his next attack will be. "It will do you good to remember that. Especially when you fight Clorinde."

"Noted," he mutters, dropping low in an imitation of your earlier move. You jump over his blade, smirking to yourself as you land lightly. Your smirk drops however, when he immediately straightens up, swiping his right leg under both of yours and using his free arm to pull you down to the ground.

Your back hits the ground with a thud, and you huff softly as you feel the air leave your lungs. Childe is half-kneeling next to you, the tip of his sword digging into the dirt as he uses it for support. He looms over you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he leans in closer.

Blue eyes bore into you as Childe studies your face up close, and you find yourself struggling to keep your expression neutral at the intensity of his gaze. Your can't help the way your eyes trace the curve of his mouth, and you hurriedly look away when you see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You're strong," Childe says quietly, removing his arm and tilting your chin up. You manage to meet his gaze evenly, watching the surprise flit across his face when you smirk. The action has left him slightly unguarded, and you take the opportunity to act against him.

"You're right," you whisper back. "I am."

Childe reels back as you throw yourself at him, your hand shoving at his own at you push him down. His sword gets knocked out his hand in the scuffle, and you make sure to kick it far away from him before pinning him down. You're quick as you kneel atop of him, knees on either side of his torso as you press your free arm against his neck. You lean forward as you place your sword underneath his chin, digging into his skin in case he tries to get up.

There's a moment of silence as the two of you stare at each other, and you faintly register the movement of his arms as he brings his hands up to rest on the sides of your thighs.

"Interesting predicament I find myself in," he comments, but his expression lets you know that he's not entirely bothered by the situation.

"I win," you hiss, a victorious grin on your face. "I'll admit you were a worthy opponent."

"I dunno," he says back, a lopsided grin on his face as his thumbs brush against your thighs. He doesn't react to the way your blade digs into his flesh, and you pull your sword away slightly when you see tiny red droplets well up underneath the steel. "From my point of view, I feel like I'm definitely the one who won."

He catches you by surprise when he suddenly sits up, one hand now resting behind him to support his weight as the other remains on your leg. The ease he moves with has you wondering if he let you win, and the way he jostles you around in an attempt to get comfortable basically confirms your thought. By the time he settles down, you're left straddling his lap, your sword now hanging limply from your hand as the other rests against his chest in an attempt to steady yourself. There's a lazy grin on his face as his nose brushes against yours, and you lean back slightly to try and put more distance between the two of you.

"You're insufferable," you comment, looking away from him.

"Oh, I know," Childe murmurs, a sly smile on his face as he leans in slightly once more. You do your best to ignore him. "Can I get your name anyways?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Clorinde's voice has you scrambling to your feet, and you find yourself sheathing your sword in an attempt to avoid her gaze.

"Clorinde," you greet, waving a hand towards the ginger. "This is Childe. He said you'd be sparring?"

She raises an eyebrow when you meet her gaze, eventually choosing to ignore the scene she walked into in favor of turning to face Childe.

"Apologies for my tardiness," she says, bowing her head slightly as she hold a hand out for Childe. He pulls himself to his feet before shaking her hand. "Lady Furina required my assistance with something."

"No apologies necessary," Childe insists, waving off her apologies with a laugh. "I had great company while I waited."

A curious glance from Clorinde is all it takes for your cheeks to heat up, and you simply wave before taking a few steps backwards.

"Well now that you're here, I'm going to go," you mutter, swiping your canteen from the spot you had left it.

"You're not going to stay and watch?" Childe asks, pouting when you shake your head. He watches as you head towards the entrance, sending a wave towards Clorinde before giving him a hesitant nod. "What about a good luck kiss?"

His words go ignored as you hurry out of the arena, and he only sighs and turns his attention back to Clorinde when he hears her unsheathe her sword.

"I trust you know the rules?" she asks, watching as he walks over to the abandoned estoc. She's met with a nod, and she hums lightly when she notices the way he keeps glancing at the exit.

"No holds barred, right?"

"Mhm," she confirms, taking a battle stance. Her face remains stoic as Childe gives her a wolfish smile, different from the ones he had given you. He blocks her first strike easily, and she gives an impressed nod at his quick reaction before immediately launching into a follow up attack. Childe finds himself completely focused on the fight, all signs of teasing and playfulness gone as he does his best to end the fight as quickly as possible.

After all, the faster he wins, the faster he can find you once again. (And perhaps even get to learn your name).

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

Sacred and Terrible Air: Ibex translation updated to v4.0

(crossposting from reddit)

When Group Ibex's translation went live last June, we called it version 1.0 after several months of covertly sharing an ever-updating work in progress. The updates... have not stopped. These new versions have since fixed a few whoopsies, edited stuff for flow and clarity, brought some more names in line with Disco Elysium's spelling, kept certain translation choices consistent and, of course, added footnotes. What is an ibex if not a dozen footnotes with horns on top.

As always, you can catch the latest version over here: https://old.reddit.com/r/DiscoElysium/comments/13e4tle/sacred_and_terrible_air_püha_ja_õudne_lõhn_full/

Abridged errata:

the big mistake is that Maj's age in chapter 1 was accidentally changed from 5 to 4 at an early editing stage. Our sincere apologies. It is now 5 as it should be, and as is listed later on in the book

and in chapter 2, at one point it's not jumpsuit girl who turns to speak to Khan, but rather von Fersen

the place you are most likely to get shot behind is now consistently a waste disposal facility

Yet more spellings brought in line with Disco Elysium include everyone's favourite polar settlement Yelinka and cool guy Baron von Kikkenberg

As per the inside cover lists, the nominative form of Viderundil is in fact Viderunt, not Viderund

ever wondered about those pesky diamat glasses? There is now a comprehensive footnote for that

you may have noticed that Khan is singing a Beatles song, but did you catch that lyrics by famous punk Estonian band Vennaskond were in Tereesz's mind as he thought of Frantiček the Brave? Checked the full context of that suruese rock? There's footnotes for that too

Finnish slang? Soviet Estonian expressions? Foot. notes.

Cheers, Group Ibex

[antihell]

　𖤐　belial’s writeblr intro (v4.0)　𖤐

hello, i’m belial ( they/any ) and this is my writeblr! you may have previously spotted me under the urls belialwrites or motelbf, but antihell will be my final resting writing place for a bit. i’m 34 ( nearly 35 ) and an academic editor but i love to write new adult fiction and poetry. i have too many universes in my head with a multitude of characters and usually little to no direction for the plot progression. i do an unhealthy amount of planning, aesthetics, and character development compared to getting words down, but i enjoy it. i’m an insomniac that is always online, so please ask for my discord if you ever need a springboard to bounce ideas off of or to listen to you work through details in your wips and ocs! also, please send me an ask or dm if you’d like to be added to my general taglist and i’ll keep you updated on important things about my wips and their progress.

what’s on my blog? general inspiration, writing tips and reminders, motivational posts, and maybe even a little bit of the work i create (my writing, edits, and developmental ramblings on my wips)!

what do i write? usually i stay in the horror, thriller, paranormal, supernatural, or dark fantasy genres. i've also recently begun trying poetry. i also write fanfic for horror films/franchises and the bible. i have a lot of recurring themes and subjects in my writing, including

religion/humanity vs. morality/divinity;

liminal spaces & unsettling atmospheres of unreality;

psychological horror, usually focusing on mental illness & memory loss;

death & all that entails;

body horror, dread, & being left in the dark (literally or figuratively);

symbolism & trope subversion; and finally,

biological families vs. found families (including nature vs. nurture) !

　𖤐　links　𖤐

BELIAL — about me tag, favorite posts, my rambles, my writing, my wip intros, pinterest (remaking), spotify, wip page (its own wip lol)

COMMUNITY — boosts, my taglists, new writeblrs, others’ work

INSPIRATION — general, character, setting, ship, story

ETC. — manifesting, motivation, positivity, prompts, reminders, resources, tropes

　𖤐　main wip　𖤐

꒰ ᝰ ꒱　rose wound　—　( planning )

NA poetry anthology — ( description coming soon )

LINKS — intro, pinterest board, playlist, tag

꒰ ᝰ ꒱　twisted stitches　—　( re-working )

NA psychological horror — A college student named Oliver is forced to withdraw from university because of his progressively deteriorating mental health. He moves back to his parents’ house only to find that his childhood imaginary friend, Stitches, is still there. After a troubling series of events around town, Oliver begins to suspect that Stitches may be to blame.

LINKS — intro, pinterest board, playlist, tag

[dfl-inc]

AI image generation

[cryptiam]

[Sims 4 Lot Tray File] - FNAF: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place (v4.0)

Heard a few times that the last update file wasn't working for people, here's a newly made Tray File for the latest Sims 4 update. I have also completely replaced the interior to better fit FNAF and pizzeria vibes. If the tray file is still not working I'll post a Gallery version soon ID: Cryptiam

Important:

This lot uses various cc, download them below to use this build in-game.

CC USED ("~" is for cc used but you could probably go without it):

1) FNAF Custom content by BeaJoinsTheGame

2) FNAF Floors by Tyran-the-tyranical

3) FNAF Walls by Tyran-the-tyranical

4) Ultimate FNAF Posters by Tyran-the-tyranical

5) FNAF Plushies Collection 

6) FNAF Pizzaplex Walls, Floors, and basically all files on the page here:

~7) Restaurant/Store Sign Decals

8) Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place Sign (FNAF Movie Sign)

9) FNAF Animatronics + Pirate Cove + Fan (Deco)

10) FNAF Stage, Paper Pals, coin machine: 

11) FNAF Movie posters:

~12) FNAF Mr. Gumball deco:

~13) FNAF Pizza boxes: 

~14) Functional Wall Phone by awingedllama:

Features:

Base Game Compatible

30x20 lot size

Community Lounge Lot

Watch me speedbuilding the exterior:

▼Download the Tray File on my Patreon here:

How to install/use:

1) Have all the important CC installed

2) Unzip the file below and place tray files into your Sims 4 documents>Tray folder

3) Find a community lot and open/place from your saved Gallery

[picknmixsims]

Sims2Tools - Minor Updates

BSOK Editor V1.11

Fixed BSOK product code error for "Melodie09 FF Barbarian"

HCDU Plus V3.3

Added support for TXMT and TXTR resources

Object Relocator V4.0

Added "Link Dep" check box under Buy Mode Price to auto-set depreciation values if the Price is changed

Repository Wizard V1.3

Moved the "Select Mesh" button back onto the form - ooops!

[p5x-theories]

Okay, given the official site says Lufel for Cattle, and uses Leo for Reo, I'm going to update their info posts, and use those names for them going forward. (With the exception of the second half of my V4.0 story summary, which is in-progress but would be too much trouble to rewrite, haha.)

Feel free to use whatever names you prefer for them when sending me messages, though! Ruferu/Lufel/Luffy, even Lefaye honestly (very curious why that popped up in some descriptions, but they didn't stick with it?), I'll know who you're talking about.

[canonical-transformation]

v4.0: unsavoury orphans

v4.1: enigmatic broody gentlemen

v4.2: cheery society ladies*

* warning: some ladies may be less cheery than they appear.