#coding metaphors

[un-chosen]

Code Winter

In a city where dreams converge, we met among shared ambitions. A connection like two strings of code, entwined, debugged, but never broken.

Through weeks (0x1A) and months (0x2B), we crafted a program of forever friendship. One cold winter—our shared workspace— where struggles and fights compiled into a bond unyielding.

We've talked in loops, nested conversations of a thousand "what-ifs," but no if-else statement has dared declare a tender truth.

In some parallel universe, a variable (love) exists, but in this reality, I'd rather not execute that script than risk losing you.

You, (0x267), me, (0x254), a cultural array coded into this dynamic function.

And though I may dream of a shared home and futures undefined, I’ve run simulations of all outcomes: whether your heart processes elsewhere, I'll console myself with the console.log("friendship forever").

Because friendship? It’s the root of this program, and I won’t let my love's error handler break the code we've built.

[undead-cypress]

Strohl and Hulkenberg are so funny to me as a duo. They're the exact same type of people - they NEED to pledge their life to a liege or they'll start ripping up your couch like an understimulated shepherd dog. However they go about it in polar opposite directions. (Early-game story spoilers ahead, mid-game gameplay spoilers) Hulkenberg had her life purpose taken away years back and comes to realize hyperfocusing probably isn't the optimal way to go about it, so she expands her horizons to do her duty better. Strohl had no will to live until joining the assassination plot, and then it fails so bad he resolves to hyperfocus so hard the classes he unlocks can only do one thing, critical slash damage really really well

Hulkenberg is the formal knightly one but she delights in mucking around and would rather fist fight people than think. But then she demolishes you in chess and teaches you tactics while Strohl, the familiar casual guy who's a lot more stategically minded is the one always sharpening a sword and implying if anything happened to you, seppuku may be on the table - Gallica this is so scary play encounter music - my courage has increased

It all clicked when I saw their third tier classes are paladin/dark knight and samurai. Ohhhh you guys are henchmen. You wanna be henchmen so bad. They're the exact same kinda guy but are completely baffled by everything the other guy does. They have everything in common and nothing in common. They both think they're the normal one of the group. They have completely different ideas about how to best do their jobs but they simply must beat the shit out of each other on the deck daily or else they might have to actually go to therapy. I need an early 2000s team up/roadtrip action movie with these two where Will is faking being kidnapped to draw out the bad guys but Gallica didn't tell Strohl and Hulkenberg because their bad acting would immediately give it away and they proceed to absolutely demolish the metaphorical furniture of the house of Euchronia looking for the world's most specialest lil' captain. Do you see my vision 🤌

[its-coda]

Let me live in my dreams of alonzo joining the party plsplsplspls

[gauloiseblue]

[TW: rape, non-con, dark]

There's something about stray dog's behavior that speaks König to me.

He'd been kicked around, ridiculed, and left on the cold pavement alone. He had no real house, and had to beg even for a scrap of food. Those were the factors that forced him to grow teeth way earlier—and sharper—than he's supposed to.

He'd held the bitterness in his heart, causing him to despise the weak, the poor who couldn't stand up for themselves. The perfect replica of his past self.

He hated seeing them, he'd even go as far as 'taking care' of them. Letting them know that no one would help them, no one would come to the rescue. Just like what people did to him back then.

He recognizes his contribution to the vicious circle, yet he finds himself helpless as he's unable to break free from it.

Perhaps that's when God decided to punish him for it.

There's a mission that required him to work together with the other team, and met with the reprisal for his bad deed, in the form of a medic.

He didn't spare a glance at her, didn't acknowledge her existence, until she defended her patients in front of him.

One of the missions went wrong, causing the soldiers to be injured by gunshots and a grenade. It was theirs to blame, because they didn't pay attention enough, but she shouted at him, telling him if he'd given them a deserved break, it would've been avoided.

He, of course, was angry at her.

He told her she didn't know anything, that she's hindering the mission. But she didn't flinch, even when he growled at her.

It frustrated him, because even his glare would send his soldiers running. Yet it didn't work on her. The people who's not afraid of him are usually those in power, but she isn't one of them. She's just a mere medic.

He tried to kick her out of the team, but the higher ups told him that there's no one available for her replacement. He also tried to make her quit, but what he did came back around to him, as he received a penalty.

It stresses him out, to the point that he'd overwork himself to distract him from his thoughts.

One day, a bullet passes through his heart and lungs, causing him to collapse on the spot.

In daze, when his consciousness slips in and out, he thinks how he could've easily avoided it. But his body wasn't listening to him, delaying his feet to move back.

In what feels like months, he opens his eyes for the first time after the incident.

What he sees, is a pale light on the ceiling, and a blurry figure by the bed.

And there she stands, just like the angel of mercy.

She doesn't say much, except for telling him to rest, and that he's lucky he survived.

She tells him the same thing for days, before he can muster two words out of his mouth.

Shut up.

And strangely, she smiles.

"Seems like you've recovered well." She responded, "Welcome back."

She continues to nurse him, despite his snarky remarks that she easily deflects. She takes care of him with patience that should've withered away from the moment she joined the army.

It shouldn't have bloomed in front of him.

For the first time in his life, he feels the weight of his guilt on his chest. He could've been kinder, could've been softer, and he would've broken the cycle just like she did. But he chose to nurture his anger—just like his father, and his father's father.

Then again, she could've gotten it easy from the start. Though in his heart, he knew it's just an excuse for his behavior.

The day he's permitted to work again, he left without saying thank you.

At night, he wonders if she'd come to hate him as well. No one would blame her if she does, but deep in his heart, he hopes she doesn't.

Since that day, he has followed her like a lost dog. But he would turn his head away whenever she looked at him.

Sometimes he scoffs at himself for thinking about injuring himself, just so he could receive her care. Yet he couldn't help but panting at her feet, lapping up every little conversation they made. He wants to surrender himself to her, letting her put a collar around him and call him hers.

And it's all because she showed just a little kindness to him.

On lonely missions, or lonely nights, he often imagines what they could be. Living in the suburbs, white fences, and kids. The picture perfect of the marriage.

Until it all shatters on the ground.

It's not his intention to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help but lean in when he hears her voice. She sounds happier, as she shows her friend the ring on her finger.

So he bares his teeth,

And bites.

(One time, his uncle had to put down their dog

Because he bit his children for no reason—

Other than jealousy

He heard the dog whined

on the cold table,

alone, and scared

As the vet slowly pushed the poison

Into his bloodstream

And God, how cruel is it

To put a heart inside of a beast

When all his life

He only knew

How to bite?)

He pants as he presses himself into her, causing her to whimper, as her voice is long gone from screaming and crying.

She must've had no idea of what's coming to her when he called her to his office. The scratches and bruises on his body were enough proof of her gullibility, that she came to him, unassumingly, and trusting.

He had her bent over his desk, smothering her easily with his body as he forced himself into her. She was a fighter, but not strong enough to defeat him.

He had lost his inhibitions, as his back arched for the eighth time, spilling his seeds into her.

And she's lost as well, as her eyes were unfocused, and all her energy had been zapped from her body.

"Leave him." He said, as he drove himself into her once again.

She lets out a high-pitched moan when his cock stretches her open again, filling the room with sticky sounds.

"Leave him and love me instead." He said for the second time, and she cried in pain when he buried himself too deep.

"Love me," He sobbed as he pulled the ring out of her finger, knowing fully well he couldn't replace it without twisting her arm. "Please love me."

Her tears flood her cheeks as she watches him discard the ring from her, before latching his mouth onto her shoulder. Marking her with another bite, drawing yet another blood with his teeth.

He knew she had closed her heart the moment he slammed her on the table. He knew she wouldn't come to love him. But if he's not loved by her, then no one should.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

imagine being a shy little intern at jujutsu high and getting the fattest crush on gojo because he’s just. so strong and cool. you idolize him. you want to be his friend. and he seems to take a liking to you; he’s cheery and encouraging and sweet in a roundabout way. you feel like you’ve grown pretty close to him.

imagine him falling asleep right next to you on a sofa in the cafeteria. you can barely tell, with his blindfold still on. but you scurry away to find a blanket, happy that he trusts you enough to rest in your proximity, ready to wrap it around him —

only for it to slip right off. rejected by his infinity.

(he never turns it off, around you.)

[sofiaruelle]

Happy Valentines Day!

[technovillain]

YOUR ART GOES SO HARD TYSM I LOVE TRANS FEM DEAN AND EGG DEAN LIKE SOOOOO GOOD CHEFS KISS MWAH I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEEK AND FIND $50 ON THE SIDEWALK!!!!!!!!!!!♥️♥️♥️

i did not find 50 dollars this week but i did find this new drawing for you :]

[featherlight-whispers]

please stop saying that adam is dark academia. the closest thing to dark academia in trc is gansey (the wild chase for glendower?? the insomnia? the obscene generational wealth??). but alas that guy cannot kill a man so there is no true dark academia in the series. the 80s coming of age movie vibes, however--

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

god i LOVE tv. even better when it's tv that presents relatable problems like "what if i agree to be boyfriends with the cute boy i really really like but then our relationship is great until one day something bad happens and he wants to go back to being a penguin" 💖

[hubbleablubble]

Saïx Bnuuy

[specterthief]

also for reference here's the cleanest shot i could get of the stained glass window of the queen/allice from the game files

[goatsandgangsters]

another thing that's hilarious about Jack calling Violet and Edwin "stray cats with terrible personalities" is that like. my guy... I hate to break this to you... you are also a cat with a terrible personality.

sure, Jack's more of a spoiled housecat who's used to being the ONLY housecat and now there are OTHER cats and it’s really interfering with his sprawling-in-a-patch-of-sunlight-on-the-floor time. he is the type of cat who will hop up on the table, make eye contact with you, and then calmly push your glass onto the floor and trot away

Alan is also the Strayest of stray cats and he is deeply suspicious of this new concept called "wet food"

(Adelaide is a very dignified cat thank you very much, who’s perched up on a piece of tall furniture watching the others bap each other with their paws)

meanwhile the Blyths: arewegoingforaWALK arewegoingforaWALK you’re my bEST FRIEND FOREVER hi hi hello hiiiiiiiiii ~~~~~

this is, in fact, a friend group of all cats + the two herding dogs known as the Blyths

[morganmnemonic]

I've seen some people complain about loser, baby featuring Husk comparing his gambling addiction to Angel's sexual abuse. And I feel like this criticism entirely misses the larger context of them bonding over having both sold their souls. Like, maybe slavery isn't quite the right analogy for this situation (it's unclear what power owning someone's soul actually gives you. Alastor and Valentino resort to bribery and manipulation respectively, so whatever power it is doesn't seem to be absolute) but its pretty darn close.

This song is one person who doesn't fully own himself telling another "our lives our fucked beyond repair. Give up your pride, it won't save you anymore. But. We can still make something worwhile out of our lives, if we acknowledge the pain and help each other weather it."

An example ive seen criticiszed a lot is when angel says "it's OK to be a coked up dick suckiny ho?" And husk says "baby that's fine with me"

But in context, husks reply is less '"I see no problem with this and think it's fine" and more "I get it man. I won't abandon you for the things your master makes you do, or the way you cope with them. We're in this together"

[eggs-can-draw]

Well SOMEONE had to be Luka

[squeaky-potat]

A Divine Blessing

[psyduckz]

obsessed with the duality of arthur clinging to his humanity after killing his younger brothers, only to devolve into a monster to protect shilo and emizel