#code realize: future blessings

[kitkatt0430]

Playing some more of the Code Realize: Future Blessings game and did the Finis path and... it was sooooo good

Cardia showing Finis that he could be loved by someone who wasn't their father, Delly reaching out despite their different circumstances to empathize with Finis because they were both clinging to idealized versions of their fathers that weren't really accurate to who they were, Lupin and the others treating Finis with kindness despite the awful things he'd done... Finis voluntarily getting into the canon meant to be launching Van Helsing (*snicker* Impey isn't even subtle about the name of it) intending to tear down everything he's spent the last few years building up to all because now that he has a sister who loves him he can't bear to lose her...

Hansel the apostle of Idea was a... weird choice, but at the same time I get why they created him for this game path - thematically he's a foil to both Cardia and Finis at different points of the game path. To Cardia when she refuses to leave the Twilight group with Lupin, despite the danger it puts her in and knowing she's a vital piece in her father's massive terrorist plot. She won't leave knowing Finis is trapped in the abusive cycle their father forced him into before dying. And Hansel refused to take his sister's food even though she was dying faster than him and knew it. And Finis finally embracing his individuality and racing to save his sister, refusing to give up on Cardia even after she'd been essentially subsumed by their father... much like Hansel's desire to save his sister's life even after she'd died led to Gretel's soul staying by his side as a powerful weapon in death. Finis was able to save Cardia from becoming a weapon and I think that, above all else, is why Hansel chose to spare them afterwards. He couldn't get a true happily ever after with his sister, but Finis and Cardia overcame a great deal of hardship and resentment and still came to love each other as the family they'd always desired.

I also liked how the path clarified some of the questions I had about Finis' nature. Was he a computer manipulating mindless puppets? Was he a hive mind made up of unique individual clones who, much like the Borg, had that individuality stripped away by the process that caused them to share memories and experiences?

It was hinted at being the hive mind in some of the paths from the original game, but it was made very clear here that each Finis started off as a unique clone who was then hooked up to the hive mind and 'assimilated'. When one of the Finis' started to develop divergent behaviors thanks to his interactions with Cardia, he's cut from the hive mind and sacrificed. I wonder how many Finis were discarded over time for developing individuality. But this one survived and saved his sister and found the familial love he'd always longed for. I love the ending of the two of them living together in the house the original Cardia and Finis had once lived in, repairing the home that had fallen into disrepair.

Finis as part of the hive mind was party to a lot of truly horrible things, but he was also manipulated into doing them by a father who had delusions of godhood and no longer saw anyone - though most especially the clones of his dead children - as truly human anymore. So I'm glad to see him be given the same sort of second chance that Van Helsing and Frankenstein are given by the original game. The hive mind version of Finis may be dead - and the majority of the clones who'd been part of that hive mind - but at least one version of him gets a chance at a real life instead of the doll-like existence his father envisioned for him.

(Also their father getting called out on being the real monster, not Cardia or Finis, was very satisfying even if he was too far gone to pay any attention to it.)

[cleaetpauline60]

Code: Realize ~Future Blessings~

Victor Frankenstein - CG (1)

[inuysotomehell]

This scene XD

[usagiblackrose]

Okay I'm like any type of otome game adaptation to an anime like even if it's not really good I think that the creators that were animating cold realize and do anime tried really hard to replicate the game I mean I enjoy the anime I really do wish there was a season 2 and I thought they anime was rushed but if I had to choose which one was better but I think it would have benefited from a better animation studio but

I would have to say the games an anime I mean I like both of them but I like cardiac hair more in the game than in the anime because I think it just looks more real

I think it was more emotional in the game than in the anime in the scene

I mean I really like how they gave him two different colored eyes though

Sorry for the late answer! But yeah, I guess they had more time and budget to make the most important moments more detailed and emotional, and let's have in mind that the anime is an adaptation from the original material, so it makes sense it won't be identical in every frame or made the same way as the game. But to be honest, I got more sad with Finis' d*ath in Lupin's route in the anime than I did with the game, maybe because I felt there was more hope for Cardia and him to rekindle their relationship as siblings (that happens in another route, I know, but it's still sad😖).

Oh, and Finis actually has heterochromia in the game too, but it isn't as noticeable in the game as it is in the anime!

[hellcatinnc]

Otometober Day 30 Favorite Game?

This really is a hard question I would say I think it will always be a toss up between Code Realize Series and Amnesia Series games. They are the ones I feel the most emotion in and it truly in gulfs me so they are definitely my top 2.

[kayakiki]

MINE | Red dead redemption x reader

Red dead redemption characters reacting to you getting hit on

Characters included: Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Lenny Summers, Charles Smith (In this order)

warning(s): threatening, mention of death

Genre: fluff

Arthur Morgan

The saloon was dimly lit, filled with the familiar scent of whiskey and sweat. You were just trying to enjoy a drink, letting the warmth of the fire and the buzz of conversation settle over you like an old, tattered blanket. But, of course, peace never lasted long in a place like this.

Arthur saw it before you did—the way the man leaned in too close, the cocky grin stretched across his face as he said something low enough for only you to hear. Whatever it was, it made your fingers tighten slightly around your glass.

He sighed.

He’d been in this business long enough to recognize trouble before it started. Didn’t matter if it was a rival gang or some drunk fool thinking he was invincible—trouble always walked in wearing the same damn smirk.

Setting his glass down, he adjusted the brim of his hat and stood, slow and deliberate. He didn’t need to be loud. Didn’t need to make a scene. When he moved, people noticed.

The man flirting with you didn’t, though.

Not until there was a shadow over him.

"Step back." His voice was calm, steady. Not a demand, not a threat, just a statement. But the weight behind it carried more warning than any drawn gun ever could.

The flirter, either too stupid or too drunk to recognize the danger he’d just waded into, gave a sloppy grin. "Didn’t realize this pretty thing belongs to someone, friend."

His jaw tensed. "She ain’t a prize to be claimed. Now move along."

Something about the way he said it—the quiet steel in his tone, the absolute certainty—made the man hesitate. But there’s always one idiot in every saloon who thinks they’re tougher than they are.

"Or what?" the flirter taunted, puffing his chest out like a rooster in a henhouse.

Arthur exhaled slowly through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He was getting real tired of this kind of stupid.

"Or," he said, finally letting his hand rest on the holster of his revolver, "you’ll find out firsthand why I don’t waste bullets on warnings."

The man gulped, eying the gun. For a long moment, there was nothing but the crackle of the fire and the creak of old wooden floorboards.

Then the flirter swallowed, muttered something under his breath, and all but ran out the door.

Satisfied, Arthur finally turned to you, expression unreadable. His eyes, though—they were searching, checking, making sure you were alright.

"You alright?" He spoke softly to you.

You gave him a small smile. "I could’ve handled it. But thank you. You're a real gentleman, huh?"

"I know you could handle it." He nodded, lips twitching up at the corners. "But I ain’t one for lettin’ fools talk too long."

He was just a man. A man who made his choices, lived by a code, and—above all else—protected what was his.

Dutch Van Der Linde

The saloon was alive with music and laughter, the scent of whiskey thick in the air. His people were scattered throughout the room, celebrating some recent victory—another step toward the future he was building, a future he made them believe in.

Dutch sat at his usual spot, whiskey in hand, leaning back with that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. A man of ambition, a man of vision. A man who owned every room he walked into.

And then he saw it.

Some poor, oblivious fool had sidled up to you, leaning in like he actually thought he had a shot. The man was talking fast, trying to impress you, and—bless his heart—he really didn’t know whose woman he was trying to charm.

A slow grin spread across his face.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Rising from his seat, he adjusted his coat, took a slow sip of his drink, and sauntered over like a king approaching his throne. Confidence in every step.

He placed a hand on your waist first—a silent declaration.

Then, with a voice as smooth as the finest whiskey, he spoke.

"Darlin’—imagine my heartbreak, sittin’ over there all by my lonesome, watchin’ another man try to steal you away." His tone was playful, teasing, but his eyes? Oh, there was fire behind them.

The flirter blinked, clearly confused. "I—uh—I was just—"

He cut the man off with a chuckle, shaking his head like he was genuinely disappointed. "No, no. Don’t backpedal now. You were doin’ real well—real confident, too. Almost made me jealous."

That was a lie. He wasn’t jealous. Not even a little. Because jealousy was for men who weren’t certain of what was theirs.

The flirter, now visibly uncomfortable, mumbled something and practically disappeared into the crowd.

With that little distraction handled, he turned his full attention to you, his smirk softening into something more genuine.

"Now, tell me the truth, sweetheart, was he borin’ you to death?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "You could’ve let me handle it, you know."

He exhaled a laugh, lifting your hand to press a slow, deliberate kiss against your knuckles.

"Oh, I know. But what kind of gentleman would I be if I let my lady suffer through such poor conversation?"

You shook your head, amused, but he could see the way your eyes softened for him.

"Now," he continued, voice dropping just a little, just enough to make your heart skip, "how ‘bout you let me buy you a drink, and I remind you why you chose me over every fool in this room?"

Hosea Matthews

The saloon was buzzing, card games in full swing, drinks flowing like a river after the rains. Hosea sat at a corner table, long legs stretched out, hat tipped just enough to give him a lazy, uninterested look—a man who saw everything without looking like he was watching.

And right now, he was watching.

Some poor bastard had decided that tonight was the night to try his luck with you.

He didn’t get mad. No, no. Anger was for men who didn’t know how to control a situation. Instead, he just sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass as he observed.

The fool was talking big, flashing his best smile, leaning just a little too close for comfort. You looked unimpressed—which he found rather amusing.

He pushed back his chair and stood, adjusting his coat as he made his way over.

"Now, now," he drawled, sliding into the space between you and the flirter with the effortless ease of a man who had never lost a game of poker in his life. "I do hate to interrupt, but you wouldn’t happen to be botherin’ my lady, would you?"

The flirter blinked, clearly realizing that this wasn’t just some random man.

"I—uh—was just makin’ conversation."

"Oh, conversation." He nodded, stroking his chin like he was deep in thought. "Well, I do respect a man with a love for words. Tell me—what exactly were you hopin’ to achieve with this little chat?"

The flirter frowned, clearly confused.

"Were you hopin’ she’d find you more charmin’ than me?" He tsked, shaking his head. "That ain’t likely."

"Maybe you thought you could outwit me?" He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "That’d be a first."

The flirter opened his mouth, probably to argue, but Hosea lifted a hand, stopping him.

"Or—maybe you just enjoy flirtin’ with taken women. Now, that’s a dangerous little habit, my friend."

His voice was still light, still playful—but there was something underneath it, something just sharp enough to make the fool hesitate.

"So, here’s my friendly advice—take whatever dignity you got left, walk away, and count yourself lucky I’m in a good mood tonight."

The flirter didn’t need to be told twice. He muttered something and all but ran out the door.

Satisfied, he turned back to you with a grin. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he plopped himself into the seat beside you, resting an arm along the back of your chair.

"Now, how ‘bout you buy me a drink for my troubles? Savin’ my lady from unwanted attention is thirsty work." He mused jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

And no, he did not let you pay for his drink. He is too much of a gentleman.

John Marston

The saloon was dimly lit, hazy with cigar smoke and filled with the low hum of conversation. You were at the bar, waiting for your drink, when some nobody decided to slink up beside you, all smug confidence and cheap cologne.

“Well now, ain’t you just the prettiest little thing in here tonight?” the man drawled, leaning in slightly.

But before you even had to deal with it, you felt a familiar presence behind you—a looming, quiet storm.

John wasn’t one for scenes. He didn’t do flashy threats or loud outbursts. But when he was angry? You felt it.

A heavy hand landed on the bar beside you, just close enough to the man’s arm to make him notice. John didn’t say anything right away. He just stared.

The cowboy hesitated, then scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Something wrong, friend?”

John let out a slow, tired sigh, like this was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with.

Then, in a low voice, he muttered, “Walk away.”

That was it. Just two words. But damn, did they carry weight.

The man chuckled, trying to brush it off. “Relax, I was just complimentin’ her.”

John’s jaw twitched. His hand flexed once against the bar. Then, just as calmly, just as quietly, he repeated, “Didn’t ask what you were doin’. I said, walk away.”

His voice was steady, deadpan, but his eyes? Cold as hell.

The cowboy hesitated, glancing between you and the muscular, very unamused man standing beside you. Eventually, he grumbled something under his breath and backed off. Smart choice. Your boyfriend didn’t even watch him go. He just exhaled through his nose, finally looking at you.

“You alright, love?” he muttered, voice still low, still gruff, like he was still shaking off the irritation. He then proceeded to sneak his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly against him.

You smirked a little, nudging him lightly. “You gonna start throwing people out of saloons now?”

He scoffed, finally reaching for his drink. “If I have to.”

Then, after a beat of silence, he muttered, “Damn idiot’s lucky I was feelin’ patient.”

And that was that. No gloating, no dramatics. Just his usual, grumpy, quiet self—like scaring the hell out of some poor fool was just another part of his evening.

Javier Escuella

The saloon was loud, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of spilled whiskey. Javier sat at a table near the back, boots propped up, a half-empty bottle in front of him. His hat was tilted slightly forward, casting a shadow over sharp, dark eyes that scanned the room like a hawk.

He wasn’t in a bad mood. Not yet.

But then he saw it.

Some dumb pendejo had the nerve—the absolute balls—to sidle up to you, flashing some cocky smile like he actually had a chance.

He watched. For a moment. Maybe you’d tell the bastard off yourself.

But then the man had the audacity to touch your arm.

The chair scraped against the wooden floor as he stood. Oh, now he was in a bad mood. He walked across the room, boots heavy against the floor, zero hesitation in his step.

Before the flirter even knew what was happening, a strong hand grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back.

"Qué carajo te pasa, idiota?" Javier snapped at the man, forgotting to speak english thanks to how angry he was.

The flirter stumbled, eyes wide. "I—"

"No, no, no. You don’t talk. You listen." Javier's grip tightened, fiery anger sparking behind his gaze. "You think you can just walk in here and touch my woman?"

"I—I didn’t know she was taken!"

He scoffed, shoving the man backward with enough force to make him trip over his own damn feet.

"Scram"

The flirter scrambled up and bolted out of the saloon, leaving behind his pride and probably a little bit of his soul.

With that handled, he turned to you, still fuming.

"Qué chingados fue eso? Are you collecting dumbasses now, mi amor?"

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. "Its not like I want to, you know. Besides, I could have take care of it myself without the violence"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sí, sí, cariña. But that doesn’t mean I have to sit there and watch some idiota put his hands on you."

His eyes softened—just a little—before he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to his.

"Next time, just tell me first so I don’t waste time watchin’ before I break his damn nose, sí?"

Then, without waiting for a reply, he pressed a quick, fierce kiss against your lips—just enough to make a statement.

When he pulled back, he smirked.

"I don’t like wasting my time on dead men walking."

Lenny Summers

The saloon was buzzing, the low hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of glasses. Lenny sat at the bar, his legs dangling over the edge of the stool, playing with the rim of his glass absentmindedly. His quick-wit was always sharp, and his mind constantly raced with new ideas, but in moments like these, he found himself stuck in a kind of awkward silence, observing rather than jumping into the conversation.

He liked to think of himself as someone who didn’t need to make a big show of things—but right now, his attention was focused on you. You were laughing at something one of the other men said, your smile bright, and your eyes sparkling with amusement.

But then, a man he didn’t recognize leaned in a little too close, trying to match your energy and charm.

His fingers drummed nervously on the counter. Why was he feeling so uneasy?

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen men flirt with you before. But something about this one… he didn’t like it.

A quick glance to the side showed the man was pushing his luck, inching closer, leaning in with a confident grin that made his stomach twist.

There was a brief moment where he considered letting it slide. You could handle yourself; he knew that. He’d seen you put people in their place without raising a finger. But then the thought of that man getting too bold sent a rush of frustration through him.

With a deep breath, he stood up, adjusting his coat as he made his way over.

The man noticed him just as he was about to say something else, and he made the mistake of locking eyes with him.

"Hey" he said, his voice not quite as loud as he intended, a little unsure. "I think you’ve gotten a little too close."

The man shot him a confused glance.

"Come again?"

"I said… you’re a bit too close," he repeated, trying to sound calmer, more composed.

You turned to look at him now, a curious expression crossing your face.

He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he pressed on. This wasn’t like him. He’d spoken to men a lot worse than this. It was just—well, it was you. He hated seeing anyone else get too close to you.

"Hey, I don’t mean any harm" the man said, raising his hands in mock surrender "but I was just talking."

"Yeah, well," His voice dropped just a little lower. He cleared his throat and tried to appear more confident. "She’s not interested, alright? So, maybe it’s time to move along."

The man, realizing there was no point in arguing, just nodded with a lazy grin and walked off.

He stood there, awkwardly, unsure whether to feel relieved or embarrassed that he’d gotten worked up over something so small.

You were staring at him now, eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

"Well" you said, a teasing tone in your voice, "you sure look scary mister"

He flushed, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "I just I didn’t want you to be bothered by someone."

You smiled, stepping closer to him. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to steady his nerves. "You don’t have to do that, you know. But I appreciate it."

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he almost forgot where he was. "I’m just glad I could help."

You laughed softly, the sound making him smile more than he realized.

"Yeah sure did. Thank you" you said.

He felt the knot in his chest loosen, his shoulders relaxing just a little. "You have nothing to thank me for."

Charles Smith

The saloon was alive with noise—piano keys clinking, drunken laughter rolling through the thick haze of tobacco smoke. Charles sat at the bar, posture relaxed but never careless, one hand around a glass of whiskey, the other resting near the knife strapped to his belt.

He never spoke more than he had to. Words were cheap. Actions mattered. And right now, his attention was drawn to you. Or, more specifically, the fool who thought he had the right to stand too close, talk too sweet, and try his luck where he had no business trying.

At first, he waited. Gave the man a chance. Maybe he was just being friendly. Maybe he’d realize his mistake and walk away.

But then the flirter leaned in.

Your shoulders tensed ever so slightly. You weren’t scared—you could handle yourself, and he knew that.

Didn’t mean he had to let you.

Setting his glass down with deliberate ease, he rose from his seat and crossed the room in a few slow, measured steps.

The flirter didn’t notice him at first.

Not until a firm hand landed on his shoulder.

The man froze. Turned. Looked up into unreadable eyes.

"Step away," he said, voice quiet—but quiet in the way distant thunder warns of a coming storm.

The flirter blinked, surprised, then scoffed. "Didn’t realize she was taken."

His grip tightened—not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind the man that he could.

"You realize now."

A pause.

Then the flirter nodded, mumbling some excuse as he backed away fast enough to trip over his own feet.

Once he was gone, Charles finally turned to you, gaze softening just enough.

"You alright?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "I could’ve handled him."

His lips twitched, almost amused. "I know."

That was it. No gloating, no teasing. Just quiet certainty.

[isalisewrites]

hello ms. isalise !! suddenly i had a thought so i wanted to ask, if members of the knights of walpurgis were a deadly sin, who would be which one in your opinion and why do you think that if that's not too much of a hustle!! <3

Nah, not a hassle at all! I love this question and I took the time to really think about it. I limited it to Terrible, But Great's Tom and Slytherin dorm gang, choosing not to duplicate a sin. And I didn't give one for all of the Knights. I also added an eight extra sin, just for fun. It'll make sense, haha.

SO. I'm going to explain these as fatal flaws to their character.

Tom Riddle is Pride.

This one is self explanatory. Tom's fatal flaw is pride, which was his downfall in the canon timeline. If he's not careful, it'll take him down again. It's through his humbling that he becomes a better and stronger person. When he stops viewing himself above others, he's able to make beautiful connections with his friends, with adults who care about him, and with Harry.

Alphard Black is Gluttony.

I almost picked Sloth for Alphard, but Gluttony don't suit Simon at all. Gluttony is the fatal flaw of overconsumption. The Deadly Sin is in reference to food specifically, but in the case of Alphard, he can go a little overboard on things. He'll sleep too much and because he's so good at noticing nuances, he can push people's buttons extremely well, even more than Quintus would - we just haven't seen him fall into his fatal flaw as much yet, but we will in the future. (Specifically when he finds out about a certain pair of newly dating boys.)

Quintus Prince is Greed.

This one reveals a lot of Quintus' inner workings. But Quintus does secretly value pureblood status. While Alphard has broken off his engagement, Quintus has not. It is this fear of losing what he has that holds him back from abandoning his status as the heir of Prince and wholeheartedly embracing his relationship with Alphard.

And he will suffer for it.

Roland Rosier is Lust.

Despite Al and Quin's innuendos, Roland is the most sexually promiscuous of the group. He's free and wild about it. He hasn't cared about how he's gone about having sex with other girls, until now. He's met Edith. If he wants to be with Edith, he'll have to change this fatal flaw.

Simon Avery is Sloth.

This really suited Simon the most, interestingly enough, even though I didn't realize it at first. He is generally content with maintaining the status quo. He observes more than he interferes and it wasn't until chapter 51 that we got to see him push beyond his fatal flaw. He'll slowly grow out of this inaction over time even more.

Sebastian Lestrange is Wrath.

This boy has the quickest and meanest of the tempers in the entire group, more so than Tom or Harry. When I started writing TBG, I labeled him as a bastard. He isn't nice, at first. He can easily cause fights and problems because of his temper. As he's grown throughout the story, we're seeing him calm down a bit through Harry's selfless friendship. If Sebastian doesn't keep working on his wrath, he won't be able to be an effective adult in Tom's inner circle.

Marcus (or Maia) Mulciber is Envy.

As Marcus hasn't transitioned at this point in time, I will still address Marcus with he/him pronouns. Marcus' fatal flaw is envy. He wishes he could escape the chains of his pureblood duties and live fully as a woman, but he believes he can't. In the beginning, he was cruel, cranky, and mean. But when someone (Harry) acknowledges his desire and honors it, we begin to see his envy fading away.

And, for fun, Harry Evans (Potter) is Chaos/Disorder.

Harry is the epitome of chaos. He's very ADHD coded and that's both a blessing and a curse for him. It's his chaos that gets him into trouble, but also leads him down the path he was always meant to traverse. The key to overcoming this fatal flaw is harnessing his chaotic energy, rather than letting it carry him off.

This was an amazing ask. Thank you so much! <3

[yurucamp]

Do you plan on making any other games in the future? Because your talent is absolutely insane and needs to be more recognised! I love your artwork and creativity so much and I hope more people get to be blessed and see it ! <3

thank you so so much aaaaghh from the bottom of my heart!!!

yes, i really want to make more games. i have so many stories marinating in my head, but often i don't know how best to realize those stories; some narratives are hard to fit into the kind of game i know how to make, i suppose, i need to learn more about code first and expand my horizons!

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

YES YES YES I GO CRAZY ABOUT IT

there was a piece of analysis in the notes of a gen fic i read a while back where it basically said that (30s!)ford was fine putting their relationship on pause until ford was ready to reconcile or needed something from stan. there was never any consideration that stan wouldn’t “want to make it up to him” or even a passing thought that stan would reject him despite presumably never mentioning stan to fiddleford or anyone in the town he lived in, and not talking about him at all with family

anyways that piece of analysis still keeps me up at night.

God its actually so insane to think about. I was mostly joking in my post, but its pretty crazy how Ford is very much aware of Stan's loyalty to him and we've seen how far he's willing to stretch it for his own benefit without anything in return. Ford is so clearly aware of the fact Stan would literally do anything for him.

I think much of it boils down to his own belief that Stan is willing to do whatever it takes keep him around. I mean, didn't Stan ruin his future prospects at his dream school specifically so they can keep adventuring together? Why would Stan deny Ford anything at that point if he's willing to cost the family literal millions for his "selfish gains"? (and again, Ford is under the impression Stan destroyed the machine on purpose and is essentially trying to baby trap him with the Stan O War lmao)

He internalizes this, like some vault in his brain that assures him he would always have his brother, even when he doesn't want him at that moment. Or at least, believes he doesn't but he does, and that is even something he's very obviously ashamed of or else he wouldnt hide the literal decades worth of memorabilia of Stan from Fiddleford or would be writing his real feelings in secret code.

But back to the point: Ford has no qualms using this to his own benefit and he does it multiple times. He does it when begging Stan to come to Gravity Falls, he does it when he expects Stan to just shut up and take the book away even without sitting him down and explaining why these journals are so important and dangerous in the first place. It's something he even utilizes right after getting out of the portal, by telling Stan to shut down his thirty year long and successful business and leave after the summer is over and Stan agrees.

But it's worth noting too that that's the last time you will ever catch Stan doing a total favor for Ford without something in return. Stan at that point is done doing things for Ford without the proper reciprication and its not like you can blame him. He has to be convinced by Mabel to save Ford again and he puts his foot down on getting that thanks he was owed over fixing the portal even though there was a literal apocalypse happening. Make no mistake though, because until then, Ford wasn't under any delusion that Stan wouldnt do anything he asks because Stan pretty much proved he would. This is also why Ford was pretty comfortable asking Stan to join the circle because other than "Who the hell would deny holding hands to save the world?" there's also a "How could Stan ever say no to me?" Having to swallow his pride for even half a second and actually reciprocate literally 1/100 of the things Stan was willing to do for him was how we got "Grammar, Stanley" lmao

and this is my own headcanon, but i suppose that other than essentially killing Stanley by erasing his mind, I think that's also a moment where the vault opens in Ford's head and he realizes he won't always have his brother like he believes he does. The same brother who travelled halfway across the country for a brother who he hadn't contacted for 10 years. The same brother who was willing to keep him fed and sheltered under a roof that legally technically is more Stan's than it is Ford's and rescind his one condition of staying away from the kids to give Dipper his blessing of hanging out with Ford. That same brother is going to forget all about that, forget his loyalty and unconditional love towards Ford and Ford realizes he loses the one person who was always willing to fight for him, more than anyone else in the world. Its really really good shit man

[joemama-2]

hi guys!!! lately, i’ve just been getting a lot of inspo to write and for fic ideas it’s crazy. i’m pacing myself i swear, i spend a lot of my time writing at my internship because i work front desk lollll. but ive just received so much support and love that i didn’t imagine i would that it makes writing so much more fun!!! ❤️❤️

moving on, i’ve had a few gojo fic ideas that have been simmering in my docs but like i said, ive been having inspo, and thought….hmmm. what if i start a new series? of course they still need some outlining. am i getting ahead of myself idk. though im not sure when exactly i would release the first chapter of the new series yet (please do not hound me on when i will release this), this is for future reference!

which one would you like to read more? comments and reblogs appreciated <3

FIC OPTION 1:

coded affection

synopsis: the year is 2167 and the the future is just as extraordinary as it was predicted. in a world where androids and humans coexist, life couldn’t be anymore great. your husband, Gojo Satoru, is everything you could ask for and more. but, as dirty secrets unravel, your marriage is threatened. vows mean nothing in the eyes of betrayal. and you soon start to realize, things aren’t as perfect as they seem.

FIC OPTION 2:

neon dreams (reader is a sex worker in this fic)

synopsis: gojo satoru. a seasoned and experienced detective who’s used to tough cases and stubborn people. after being assigned a case regarding a string of murders, at the heart of this mystery is you, a captivating dancer whose past is intertwined with the victims in ways satoru didn’t expect. as the investigation continues, so does the entanglement of passion, danger, and betrayal. what secrets do the city’s glowing shadows hold?

FIC OPTION 3:

the sound of you

synopsis: what happens when a man who uses intimacy to numb his pain collides with a woman who sees vulnerability as her greatest weakness? a storm of desire, denial, and shattered hearts. you never imagined someone like him—magnetic, self-assured, and emotionally closed off—would enter your life. worse, you never expected to crave him in return. but fate has a cruel way of stitching together souls that should never meet, dragging you both into a spiral of unspoken truths, unresolved wounds, and a connection that feels more like a curse than a blessing.

[inestultus]

doodles because they're still in my head.. i only played Code Realize: Guardian of Rebirth and Future Blessings, but I think these two suit each other the most. I love Fran and Cardia together... gonna play the 3rd game eventually..

[cleaetpauline60]

Code: Realize ~Future Blessings~

Impey Barbicane - CG (1)

[izicodes]

After taking a "blog break," I’m excited to start sharing some of the projects I’ve been working on during my time away! One of the highlights is a custom widget I created for Notion—a photocard featuring my favorite band, PLAVE. This widget is perfect for fellow PLAVE fans (Plli), allowing them to display a "fanmade" photocard of their favorite band members right on their Notion pages.

I began this project not only to celebrate my love for PLAVE but also to dive deeper into the world of Notion widgets and explore what’s possible.

Let’s dive into the details of how I built it and the creative process behind it!

I started this project back in May, right after I discovered PLAVE in April! Around that time, I started following a 'photocard editor' on Twitter who creates these fantastic 'unofficial' collectible photocards of PLAVE. I fell in love with her edits immediately. I was also using Notion extensively to keep my Korean studies organized, so I thought, why not combine my passion for Korean learning with my love for PLAVE?

I wanted to create a public widget that other PLAVE fans could easily add into their own Notion pages. To be respectful and ensure proper credit, I reached out to the editor, Jane, to ask if I could use her edits in my widget. I explained my project idea and shared some Figma wireframes to show how the widget would look and function. Jane was excited about the concept and gave me her blessing to move forward. I didn’t start any programming until I had her approval!

For this project, I needed to create two main components: the widget itself and a webpage with information and installation instructions. Surprisingly, the info and installation page turned out to be more challenging than developing the widget! I’m a bit of a perfectionist, so I wanted to ensure the page was user-friendly, responsive, and easy to navigate. It was tougher than I wished for!

As for the widget, it was relatively straightforward to develop and only took me about two days. However, I did face some issues with broken links that I still need to fix, and I’m not quite sure why they’re not working. Usually, I’m a ReactJS enthusiast, but since this was a smaller project, I decided to use my "beginner combo": HTML, CSS (including SCSS), and JavaScript. I quickly realized how accustomed I’ve become to ReactJS because I kept writing code that didn’t work in Vanilla JavaScript—talk about a wake-up call!

In the end, I completed the project to a point where it was ready to present to both the PLLIs (PLAVE fans) and Jane. I found myself eagerly awaiting Jane’s feedback because her artwork was integral to the project. If she wasn’t happy with the outcome, I would have felt the same. Thankfully, she loved it! I officially posted the widget on Twitter/X, and Jane shared it as well. Although most of the users were Korean, reading their translated positive comments made me genuinely happy.

Who knows? Maybe in the future, I’ll work on another PLAVE-themed project. I really enjoyed creating this one!

Feel free to check out the project and try installing the widget on your Notion page:

The official tweet about the project

The installation page

The widget in template Notion page

fyi, it still needs work, I will get to it eventually~~~!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

If you don't mind Can i request a yandere RoR with a fighter reader that ate the luck luck fruit? Its featured in a one piece movie and it basically steals a person's luck. What would the characters both gods and humans react if the reader who just stand there while the god that they are fighting flails due to the fact that they stole their luck and is basically failing to attack them

Had to look this one up since it wasn’t a part of the actual series but in one of the movies, as I don’t really know the movies :P

-When you were alive you had the great luck of eating the actual Luck-Luck Fruit, which gave you the ability of stealing and blessing luck from those you deemed worthy, even increasing your own luck.

-You lived a lavish life, thanks to a couple of lucky wins in lotteries, never having to struggle to survive and you helped others, giving those who needed it, like money and supplies.

-You had a strong honor code, being a fighter, having been training since you were a child, and you were a powerful warrior before you ate your Devil Fruit, so you became even stronger when you used your abilities to train without getting hurt.

-You died willingly, choosing to die for another, a young mother and her child, leaving your wealth to them so they could live happy and safe lives.

-In Valhalla, many didn’t believe you were a warrior, until you kicked their asses, doing so without your abilities, just to prove a point and you gained not only the respect but the admiration of many others who were impressed with your combat skills.

-Not many knew of your ability to take luck from others, but you could give it back just as easily, you usually did it to humble cocky warriors and gods, letting them get humbled before giving their luck back.

-Brunnhilde asked you to fight for humanity and you agreed, planning on a mostly fair fight, giving yourself a boost on your luck, but when you walked out and your opponent was a cocky god, saying you and other humans were beneath him and that he would spare you if you got on your hands and knees and kissed his boots.

-Your hands began to glow, your anger very apparent and he was stunned when nothing happened when you touched him with your glowing hands. He was a bit confused, wanting to know what you had done before he tripped over his own two feet, landing face first in the dirt.

-Many laughed at him, and when he got up to put you in your place, he couldn’t touch you, his weapons broke, his pants ripped in the ass, he fell multiple times, and nobody could understand why he was so unlucky now!!

-You smirked as he shouted at you, realizing he had done something and you smirked, your hands glowing brightly, “It’s amazing what can happen with just a little luck~”

-Heimdall was then able to tell what you had done, as you used your, very legal as you came to Valhalla with it, Devil Fruit ability, outing your skill that you had stolen this bastard’s luck.

-You won easily, walking away while flicking his luck back on to him as he was disappearing, “I didn’t need it- I was going to win anyway- you’re too cocky!”

-Your other warrior friends like Hercules and Lu Bu were in awe of your skills, asking if you used your abilities when you fought against them but you just grinned, “Nope! I like to fight fair- especially in exciting fights! I only use it when dealing with assholes like that!”

-They both roared with laughter before inviting you to join the party the former fighters, most of them, were enjoying together, as nobody had died, just losing and being sent to the infirmary.

-You greeted the others who all celebrated your win, taking a mug of ale from Thor who asked you about your abilities and you grinned, happy to explain them- as it was more fun when others underestimated you in combat, wanting more of a challenge in your future battles.

[voskhozhdeniye]

Musical Obsessions 2024

Airiel, quite a bit from them*

Alan Sparhawk: White Roses, My God*

Andy Stott, a lot from him.

Anna von Hausswolff, I'm going through her albums.

Austin Cesear's Cruise Forever

Autechre, I'm going through their albums.*

Bat For Lashes: The Dream of Delphi

Belong: Realistic IX

Beth Gibbons: Lives Outgrown

Beyoncé's 16 CARRIAGES, RIIVERDANCE, II HANDS II HEAVEN

billy woods, I'm rummaging through his albums.*

Biosphere, I'm drifting through his.

the body, I've gone through their albums. I've barely touch the collab albums.

Boris, I've been jumping through their albums.

Bowery Electric, I finally grabbed the last album.*

Burial: Dreamfear / Boy Sent From Above

The Caretaker, I'm randomly going through his albums.

Chat Pile: Cool World

Chelsea Wolfe: She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She

Cocteau Twins, I'm going through their albums.*

Coil, of course.

COLD GAWD: I'll Drown On This Earth

Colin Stetson: The love it took to leave you

The Cure: Songs Of A Lost World*

Danger Mouse & Black Thought's Cheat Codes*

The Decemberists' Joan in the Garden

DIIV: Frog In Boiling Water*

Emeralds, even more than last year.

Erykah Badu*

Fiddlehead, I've been listening to them a lot.

the fun years*

The Future Sound of London*

Glenn Branca, finally doing a deeper dive than I had in the past.

God Body Disconnect: Dreams to be Buried In

Godflesh, I'm slowly going through their albums.

Godspeed You! Black Emperor: “NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBRUARY 2024 28,340 DEAD”*

Grouper, I'm going through her albums.

James Devane's Beauty is Useless

Jessica Pratt: Here in the Pitch*

Jon Mckiel: Hex

Kali Malone, I am slowly going through her albums.

Keeley Forsyth: The Hollow

Kendrick Lamar, it is what it is.

Kim Gordon: The Collective*

Laryssa Kim's Blue Velvet - Fortezza Sacra

Lawrence English, I'm randomly hopping through his albums too.

Lupe Fiasco: Samurai

Lussuria's Migrate Exquisite Corpse

Lustmord: Much Unseen Is Also Here

Man Without Country's Beta Blocker

Mary J. Blige, every song: I'll love you forever, every dude she's dating, time to fuck you over.

Midwife: No Depression in Heaven

Moon Diagrams: Cemetery Classics

Moor Mother: The Great Bailout / The Great Bailout (Deluxe)

Muslimgauze, by July I realized I'll never hear all of his work. Bless him.

Nala Sinephro: Endlessness

Nirvana*

Norman Westberg's After Vacation

Nu Shooz's I Can't Wait, is the song in my head at all times.

The Orb, I'm going through their albums.

Pharmakon: Maggot Mass

Rafael Toral, I've been going through his work.

Saul Williams, his music and his Twitter have helped me survive this year.

Shellac: To All Trains

Slow Blink, I've been going through her albums.*

Sprain's The Lamb As Effigy*

SUNN O))), a lot.

Uboa: Impossible Light

Unwound, slowly going through their albums.

Windy & Carl, I've been going through their work.*

Bold and italicized indicates a favorite released this year.

This list does not really show that this is the most music I've listened to in a year. I'm typing this on December 3rd, and expect to have 60,000 plays on Last.fm before the end of the year. 2022 was my previous high, 45,000+. I don't feel as musically burned out like I did at the end of 2022, but I really want to slow down next year.....

As usual, choosing a favorite is like pulling teeth, so I'll do something different this year.

Colin Stetson, Kim Gordon, Moor Mother, & Pharmakon are my favorites. Colin and Kim are for the musician in me. Moor Mother and Pharmakon are for the writer and musician in me.

The regular edition and deluxe edition of Moor Mother's album are two different mixes of the album. The regular edition chops what sounds like a long form spoken word piece into nine claustrophobic noise pieces. The deluxe version stretches them out into three twenty-minute extended pieces. The extra time allows them to be more cinematic in their scope. I think you see where I'm leaning. Also, I BE KNOWING. What happened to the person who wrote that?

I truly don't know radio music anymore. The "new" songs we get at work are all the hits from twenty years ago, and last decade Tswizzle garbage. @knightofleo around here, the white radio stations don't play anything from Beyoncé past 4, at work, nothing past I Am... Sasha Fierce, No Crazy in Love. The white stations remove Jay's verse. I believe we feel the same about him, but the whitewash is fucked up. They cut Wyclef out of Killing Me Softly with His Song.

I said my goal for this year would be to really check out noise rock bands. I started with Boris, and then moved to pure noise. My plan for next year is to check out early electronic music, Éliane Radigue and Catherine Christer Hennix come to mind. Along with contemporary and experimental classical. Harry Partch, La Monte Young, György Ligeti, Steve Reich, you see where I'm going with this. This also allows me to cheat and dip into "Third stream," which puts be back into jazz.

Airiel: That is a potent combo of earnest lyrics and shoegaze.

Alan Sparhawk: What a pure album.

Autechre: Going into their music, all I heard was how divisive LP5 was. I spent last year with the first three albums. First time listening to Chiastic Slide, and I knew where LP5 was going.

billy woods: Bless him, I'm so tired of this abusive relationship with hip-hop.

Bowery Electric: First album, guitars in your face. Second album, guitars slightly buried underneath beats. Third album, guitars papering trip-hop beats.

Cocteau Twins: For the longest time, '80s synth heavy music sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me. I remember being introduced to Kate Bush in 2003, and thinking it was the worst thing I had ever heard. I was recommended Cocteau Twins a little while after getting into Slowdive. I heard those synths, and was like nope. That's a barrier that's gone now.

The Cure: The new album sounds like a direct conversation with Disintegration. The older Robert Smith trying to send answers back to his younger self.

Danger Mouse & Black Thought: I heard about this before it was released a few years back, but never checked it out.

DIIV: I am not the biggest fan of the new sound, but it still produces beautiful music.

Erykah Badu: Over the summer, I started going through Erykah and Mary J. Blige's albums. I've always known their music, but had never really went through their albums on my own accord.

the fun years: They are interesting. Their early albums are exercises in tape loop experiments. Their album from last year sounds like a lost Boards of Canada album.

The Future Sound of London: Currently going through their and The Orb's albums. I'll probably lump Orbital in next year. I am very interested in the sound collage their songs are. Before my car started having problems, I was planning on buying an expensive sampler to run my synths through. Basically, I want to DJ Shadow my own music. I can do it with the computer, but I desire the physical feel of chopping audio up. I refer to Shadow because he's always been a touchpoint for me, but TFSOL and The Orb are more erratic/ambient at times.

Jessica Pratt: I love her voice.

Kim Gordon: This album effortlessly sounds like what I'm trying to do with my music at times. Just disgusting, corrosive, battery acid beats.

Nirvana: I am thirty-five. I have avoided Nirvana my entire life. I think you can guess why. I remember reading an article from someone who saw Joy Division live. They said, the problem is, those who weren't there will never understand the promise we saw in that band. Those too young to have been there can only view the band through the eyes of tragedy. After Kyle died, I figured fuck it. I love Bleach, that's an ugly fucking album. Nevermind is interesting. In Utero is terrifying. "I wish I was like you, easily amused." Yep.

Slow Blink: Thank you @the-inevitable-minor-fires

Sprain: I didn't grab The Lamb as Effigy until this year. That is a mental breakdown on tape.

Windy & Carl: Thank you @zombimanos

As for my music, I'm still inspired by the usual suspects. Thinking about the slipperiness of The Future Sound of London and The Orb, the crudeness of the body, and the dead weight thump of Andy Stott. Slow Blink and the fun years really have me thinking about tape loops. I don't have the time, space, or money to actually do them, but I'll grab a sampler next year. I have been denying myself the desire to make nasty harsh noise drones.

Last year's list.

[chynandri]

Started future blessings and I’m SO satisfied with van’s route because the biggest concern I had at the ending of the first game route was: there’s no way van will suddenly know how to live or love normally or be in a relationship. AND THE STORY ADDRESSED THESE EXACT ISSUES. I love character and relationship drama like this. I LOVE characters who have avoidant tendencies and struggle with knowing who they are and they try too hard. I love when this causes distance and makes communication difficult. I love when it makes characters flawed and pathetic. VAN HELSING MY EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE KING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’m in love with him all over again (not like I wasn’t yearning for him doing the rest of code:realize anyway…). THANK YOU CODE REALIZE FUTURE BLESSINGS