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1 Year Anniversary of Irl May x Shadow Milk Cookie <33
Yep that's exactly today :333
In July 23, 2025, this is all before May Chip came to life after my demo names for the cookies like Cappuccino and Koneko.
And 2, why October 8th is because of the disruption of another character simp, and then a month later, I went back to him permanently.... Shadow Milk Cookie changed me like he kicked me right in the bottom....
When Albina and I read text messages from a friend to be glad I got away from because at the same time today, which I was shaking and almost crying, when I was at the Super Paper Mario fandom, it was bad and toxic for my mental health to where I am glad I never joined again, it is a good game, but I just can't! And I was breathing fast almost... Because in realization on how I just now realize.... A miracle happened exactly July 20th and July 23 2025.... Shadow Milk Cookie was one of the first cookies I discovered before playing it, and today I fell and simped for him.... It's like he is a huge lifesaver for my mental health. I feel safer being in crk fandom because of a lot of love from y'all I have.
Shadow Milk Cookie.... I cannot thank you enough now realizing that because of my mistakes for my past simps and being at the wrong fandoms.. but I'm home and loved you so much over that!! Just thank you for saving my mental health from everything.
for the record im not technially 100% anti-AI, in the sense that its a broad category of tech being lumped under one umbrella term so it feels over-zealous to say i hate all of it all the time forever. but i also think trying to discuss what it actually IS good for is difficult right now when i cant take one step without something trying to convince me to use chatgpt to summarize my life and speed up my hobbies and turn my friends into chatbots and optimize my life into oblivion. i am certain there is nuance to the topic but can we stop cramming the square peg into the round hole before you start trying to sell me on the legitimate benefits of the square peg. please.
here's my super-quick, easy-to-digest summary that i use when i can't spend more than like 15 seconds on it but need someone to know the basic distinctions:
generative AI - bad evil AI. chatbots, LLMs, image generators, etc. this the one that steals shit.
analytical AI - helpful medical AI. this the one that helps detect cancer early.
game "AI" - fake AI. 100% human created and dictated. this the one that determines game mob behavior n stuff.
sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt
the kink bloggers found this post and are putting horny stuff in my notifications but I'm not even mad. the sluts are in the notes of the slut positivity post. all is as it should be.
Game companies hate emulation, but none of them seem to understand that a lot of us would just buy ROMs from them directly if we could. I don't want a fifth remake of Final Fantasy IV, I want to pay five bucks for the 3MB file you already made bank with thirty years ago. Nobody who wants to play something for the purpose of retro gaming is going to consider a $40 remake as the alternative option, and we're certainly not going to let the original dissappear. They're crying about opportunity cost for a product they're not even selling.
op i know you're probably talking about like, video games, etc, but this is also critical for research science - my lab has so much abandonware, either because the company's out of business, or the company decided to not maintain it, and it's a fucking nightmare. we have two windows 95 computers that are CRITICAL for performing experiments/data analysis because the software needed is abandonware. one of the main roles for a guy in my lab is to maintain these little dinosaurs because if they go out, we lose access to ~20 years of raw data for research. part of why is that these companies also make their own file types, and make it difficult-to-impossible to convert those file types without their specific software. by habit, i convert all research files to more generic versions (txt, pdf, tif, etc) so that i minimize risk of losing my shit, but some stuff can't be converted.
for example, we have a microscope that is perfectly functional, good microscope, but its software is abandonware because the company refused to maintain it. the company is still in business, still makes essentially the exact same software, but they made all of the old tech incompatible with new software to force people to buy the new microscope tech. it would cost a quarter million dollars to replace this microscope. this perfectly good microscope.
so like, i know a lot of people look at the original post here and go "well op just wants old video games to play" (which is valid! games companies should not be able to push shit to abandonware and then close it off) but also this is critical for like. biomedical research. if y'all had any idea how much basic infrastructure built on science relies on shit that is technically abandonware, you would probably be horrified.
When I worked for the government a few years ago, one of the offices I was in charge of managing for their network, security, and IT systems was the nuclear task response office, this is the office that is in charge of toxic cleanups, nuclear fallout (if such a thing ever happened), and more.
They required having tech from the past sixty years ready at a moments notice (if X fails, try Y, then Z, etc). A lot of the older digital methods are all abandonware, sitting on computers developed in 1991 because they couldn't figure out how to safely transfer or migrate them to newer hardware (or even knew they had! found a server from '95 at the back of a closet somehow still running! connected to a powerstrip from '89! I kept the powerstrip, it's so chunky.)
One of my favorite jobs was figuring out how to get this software that had virtually no documentation remaining (likely buried in the office, but I never found it), or instructions, or really anything to a modern, more resilient, system. The company went out of business in '93, and the only known developer I could track down was in a retirement home.
I did eventually shift it over to run in a container/emulator for DOS, but it was a nightmare (one I loved) that took me months of hacking things together to figure out how it all went together.
Abandonware, the source code, the documentation, the IP, all of it, should be legally required to be disclosed, released, and submitted to public and government archives after either 12 years after first release, and/or upon dissolution. Until that happens, this entire era is likely going to be referred to as the digital dark age. Where everything was once online and available, but where nearly all of it will be knowingly lost.
My first job contracting was for DuPont when I was still in highschool. They showed me a piece of software they needed a special disk inserted to use. The disk had been damaged in some subtle way. You couldn't just copy it, you had to buy them from the vendor and insert it or the software wouldn't run.
They were down to a few of these disks and the company no longer existed.
Well, I ran a hacker BBS and using MASM to Crack games was a hobby of mine, so I told them I'd give it a shot.
2 hours on the job and DuPont had me cracking abandonware.
You and Fount were walking down the road to the next village to preach the word of truth and settle some of the issues for which he'd been called, carrying with you some scrolls that he insisted were important to bring, although... Well, there are too many, and your arms are already getting tired...
As you reach a strangely desolate part of the road, you notice a snake blocking your path. It's sleek black and has blue patterns so they look like they have eyes looking in all directions, but the snake's real cyan eyes seem to be staring at just the two of you, and the pattern on its jaw and its long hissing tongue seem almost to form a mocking grimace. It was almost as if that snake possessed a self-consciousness that no other common animal in Earthbread had...
'A snake in the middle of nowhere? It doesn't seem that it could've come from the vicinity. Strange...'
"[Reader], get behind me. Something isn't right." Fount said in a cautious, firm tone, stepping forward and extending his arm protectively. But just as he was peeking out a bit to try to figure out what kind of animal this was, you feel a completely silent but malicious shadow beginning to manifest behind you and grow in size. If only you could have seen the two sharp cyan, blue eyes riveted on you like a feline about to attack.
Before you had time to react, you feel arms clinging to you from behind with a grip that is nothing if not decisive, "F-FOUNT!!" you manage to scream in instinct.
"What—" Fount's neck almost seems to twist with how quickly he turns around, "[READER]!! Quick, hold on to my hand!" the Virtue extends his delicate hand to you and you grip it so tightly that it reciprocates, his long nails biting your skin, "Don't let go, did you hear?!" Well, yeah, that was a little difficult knowing how physically weak your Fount is...
The beast behind you begins to pull you even harder, and the grip of your hands grows weak almost to the point of breaking, "let go of my disciple...!" Fount groans with effort and reaches with his free hand for his long staff holding his Souljam, raising it as he casts a luminiscience spell that seems to stun the manifestation behind you and let you go, while the latter lets out an annoyed and irritated growl that sounds strangely human, rubbing his eyes raw.
Inertia does its job and you slump against Fount, causing you both to stagger before he quickly composes himself and holds you firmly in place, his hand on the back of your head against his chest as he mutters a curse under his breath. The two of you are still taking a little deep breath from the shock and you notice that Fount's sweating a little, but even more, you get to notice and hear his heartbeat in this position. You almost mentally scold yourself for the blush that appears on your cheeks despite the situation you are in right now.
Fount, on the other hand, isn't paying attention to you and keeps his eyes narrowed at the blinded figure in front of him, 'damn it, how come I didn't notice his presence?!' His mind searches for solutions, it berates itself but wakes up enough to shake her head and focus on the present, her gaze focusing on yours, "[Reader], are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
"Y-yes thank you Fount, I'm f—"
A mocking laugh interrupts your answer, and the two of you quickly turn to watch as the entity takes on a more defined shape from the shadows as it speaks, "well, well, well... But if it's not my dear meee and my adorable disciple~! I'll let you know, I didn't like your dirty little trick... very predictable coming from such a boring Virtue!"
Shadow Milk finishes materializing from the ball of shadows that previously grabbed you, floating with a cruel and theatrical laugh. If it weren't for the adrenaline, you'd stop to observe his great resemblance to your Fount; if it weren't for the eyes in his hair taking the place of constellations.
Instead, Fount's jaw tightens with pressure "dirty trick? I suppose you were the one who left that distraction on the road while you were taking advantage of my disciple, weren't you?!" Fount leaves an annoyed growl and lets out an exasperated sigh as he loosens his hold on you, and shakes his head again, "Who even are you, jester? What do you want?"
Another mocking laugh. "Well, let's say I'm you... but MUCH better, you see! How come the 'Oh Great Fount of Knowledge' fell for a trick like that?!" Fount's almost mortified from the embarrassed blush that begins to cover his cheeks, his frown growing every second that his eyebrows must hurt. "Heck, I knew I used to be such a bitter and boring cookie, but not of this level! I'm sure [Reader] must be sick of you by now too, poor them~!" Even though you can't see well Fount's face in this position, you can feel something about him snapping as his heteroceomatic gaze becomes feral.
"What did you just say, you little..!"
Suddenly, a snap sounds from Shadow Milk's fingers and you are teleported right to his side with a gasp muffled in shock, his arms (now considerably gentler than before but not enough to let his grip slip away) intertwine around your neck, and blue strings wrap tightly around your body as well. He floats past you with an almost sweet but also smug and defiant smile, as if HE is the one teaching your Fount something obvious. "Since you obviously don't know how to take care of -much less entertain may I add- my dear pookie bear, I guess it's time for us to—"
The beast stops dead with his words as the large, golden, sharp tip on the back of Fount's staff lunges so quickly and decisively at his Adam's apple uncovered from his ruff, burying itself in his skin just enough to let a trail of blood slowly run down below.
"I've already told you to release my disciple. Do not make me repeat myself."
Shadow Milk's small, open mouth gradually shifts into a playful, almost innocent smile, and his hands and strings let go of your body and rise up in the air in a mocking sign of defeat that tells you that's not all of it. "...Tough audience, huh..?"
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- I think you all might notice it's my first time writing a fic LMAO 😭 pls pls criticize me
Anyways I was actually going to draw this at first but it was too much and got lazy. Anyways Fount appreciation
i can't do secret hidden lore or leave things up to imagination because i like showing people things too much . i'm like check it out do you like my story here's every single thing that has ever happened in it . i'm too excited for tacit implications i like to show off my characters like someone shows off their pet kitty that they put a cute hat on
The object comparisons are things of an equivalent weight, not things you can cut with the swords. Just saying so to preemptively stop cursed comments.
