#code pain

[code-pain]

We have decided to discontinue this blog

Thank you for your support, but all journeys must come to an end, we apologize if we made any mistakes.

Thank you, and goodbye

-CIEL/LIB

[kyouzen]

I don't think LIB is okay

[lyss-butterscotch]

The required lace redesign after I drew hornet silksong

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Horse Meshi. Delicious, in Horse.

[birdie-ghost]

And on our dates, it's never daytime When she gets playful with a steak knife I need a break, maybe I'll take five Shake it up and medicate, maybe I'll take five

[jube-art]

“Charles!”

Charles feels the magic lock onto him, searing into his skin, into his incorporeal form. It doesn’t burn like fire, no it burns like ice and that makes it all so much fucking worse.

Charles grabs a hold of the slightly glowing magic, the leash, and yanks it as hard as he can.

It refuses to yield.

The collar digs hard into his neck, pressure and pain and the not-quite there feeling of fabric that Charles encounters every time he touches clothing of any kind.

The witch who cursed him is running, full sprint, hand out, reaching for the glowing tail of the leash attached to the collar around Charles throat-

Edwin is there first.

Grabbing a hold of the glowing leash, already speaking a language Charles doesn’t know. Magic then, a counterspell?

The leash doesn’t disappear, however, not like Charles thought it would with Edwin here helping him.

The witch sneers, jerking back, backtracking, and spits “Of course you’d want to control him”

Before Charles can figure out what that cryptic shit meant, Edwin bites back “Better than letting you decide his actions!”

Charles gets a very, very bad feeling what this collar spell might do.

It’s only confirmed, of course, when Edwin yanks lightly on the glowing leash and tells Charles “I need you to run, love.”

Without input from his brain, without input from anything but Edwin’s soft words, Charles begins to sprint away from the scene, to where they had stashed the mirror just outside the park they were fighting in, running right to the safe place of their office. Edwin as always right beside him.

[starrymothwings]

audrey's favoritism for sebastian and the player vs her mutual beef with eyefestation FIGHT

[ghostsontelevision]

wrote an essay abt how solas fucked up dragon age

note: it is technically readable on mobile, but you're going to have an easier time on a desktop

excerpt:

It’s been a rough time to be a Solas hater. His last-minute romance in Inquisition is very popular, and even if you didn’t slip him Fade tongue, his status as the games’ new big bad means that every pre-game interview about Veilguard was very Solas-centric. Whether or not the game would make good on the promise of Solas as a character was a huge topic of discussion, and whether or not it did is a current matter of debate. However, what is it exactly that Solas’s writing promised? The narrative issues with Veilguard have been spoken about at length, but I haven’t seen anyone address the state that Inquisition left the franchise in, and especially how so many of these issues center around lore reveals and writing choices made in relation to one character. In short: in this essay, I want to argue that it is, in fact, Solas’s fault.

[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

[code-pain]

Code Vein 2 pls add more scythe

[wondashoever]

what if ado rui

[simply-whump]

The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call : Episode 8

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[rygreendraws]

Sillies

[mylittlenookcorner]

BLACK MIRROR REALLY SAID “YOU WANT A FORBIDDEN TRAGIC SAPPHIC ROMANCE? I’LL GIVE YOU A FORBIDDEN TRAGIC SAPPHIC ROMANCE”

I need a moment 🥲

[loveandleases]

😮‍💨 Stitches be damned, it's a good writing day.

[triglycercule]

happy birthday killer sans 😒‼️

"looks like it hurts. seems like a pretty painful way to come back from death's doorstep."

"of course you'd know. but i'd say... this type of hurt probably doesn't feel that bad."

"and how's that, dust? his soul is corrupting, he's choking on his own blood, and he cant even see!"

"doesn't matter. determination gives killer control over death that we never had."

"and control suddenly makes it better?"

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