the softhearted alchemist

"Despite being almost petrified by fear, I managed to escape... I'm the worst person you'll ever meet." | Indie Victor Frankenstein from Code:Realize 

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//almost his birthday...

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Alone

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He’s done so much, in the wrong direction, so he’s not sure he… deservesto stay in the thoughts of people who are chasing good. Even if things arewinding down, life is turbulent. It’ll be alright, he assures them, he assures himself. Can he… do something for them,truly though? How about for her? Or is his fate that of someone whose burdensare too heavy to ever relent?

Everyone he knows shouldn’t have toheave anymore stress upon their shoulders. They, the ones that so kindly lookat him, the ones that have decided to trust him. Even when his face was postedall about the city, marked as an enemy of London, rumors of an evil plot andattack spinning about him, they took him in, allowed him to stay. The firstencounter had been a rather… highly-tense communication but now… he’s here. Yes,he’s here, able to see their smiles, the way their brows furrow, all the workthey’ve been doing, all the security they’ve given Cardia, him… What do you want to do?

I…

Somehow, he really thinks he’sfortunate. Fortunate to be able to try to provide even an ounce of assistance tothem, fortunate that they tolerate him. Messy had been their introduction, but here he is. He can’t help but get caught up in his late night thoughts, however. Whether or not he belongs, or if he even should be able to.

“Nay,” say the people around him, “You are welcome here.”  Welcomed… among these people. These proactive, able-bodied souls… relying on him. All know whispers of his face, a coward who fled. A creator of a most terrible weapon.

Obviously, he’s stuck. What do they truly think? Why do they place hopes with him? Do what he can… what he must… Fran… Victor Frankenstein, former head of the Royal Alchemy Department. He has many names, all encompassing him, who he is, who he was.

Time to… redeem himself? Yes, he doesn’t believe he can be forgiven, that he shouldn’t be forgiven, but he can’t leave things as they are. For the sake of the others, he’ll do everything he can… everything…

Ahaha... Impey’s works boom in the background, the thought of the budget comes to mind, and his eyes open fast enough to check the time and see that if Impey doesn’t get inside soon, Van might hit up the kitchen and prepare the meal instead. He can imagine Sisi jumping away from Delly and Cardia to jump at Impey’s ankles, because that little fellow needs to eat too.

Laden by it all does Fran trudge, but he stands, moving to join them. His... friends. Yes, he’s grateful, tiredness rests in his soul, clumsiness his hearts, and he knocks over his notebooks in the process. Does all the commotion stir Lupin from his quarters? It’s so often a table-set dinner with the entire household, the thought of that being more and more comforting to the young alchemist.

Only when he picks up one of books does the moment hit him, a flash of motivation of confirmation. It’s a collection of notes, stuffed in there. The handwriting varies, but Fran recognizes them all. He’s had them write down requested items before, so of course, he’d know the lines when he saw them. When... did these get in here, he wonders, but knowing Lupin in among them, they were likely expertly snuck in.

Nothing manages to stop the smile that forms as he reads through them, sitting in the disaster zone. They are warm, all reflective of the clear personalities they all have. Picking him up when he’s down, giving him a place to be. Does he doubt them? Should they doubt him, the coward? These... That’s right... There are things that I... All the letters, from each and every different stroke, is signed, Thank you. With, variation, of course. It wouldn’t be them unless they did that. And, ah, is that a paw print? Or spilled ink? No matter, truly, they warm his heart, give him a twinkle in his eye. Perhaps he’ll try a different experiment later -- there’s a formula to emulate happiness and -- no, no, think safer! Though, it wouldn’t hurt to...He shakes his head, gathering up everything the best he can, placing them on his desk to organize later. He mustn’t dawdle any longer. With his hands, he must work to heal, but now, is time for something else.

Everyone here is supporting him in that hope. Soon, they will go their separate ways, but this bond they have – they wouldn’t let him stay isolated. Progress will be made. Outlandish, ridiculous, amazing, this gang of mismatching standouts truly hold power in their hands. Comfortable, at ease, he, a softhearted man, chased by his past, causing trouble for all of them, spending most of their budget, is allowed to laugh alongside them. He’s glad, so so glad. Chin up! Words, from Cardia’s play back.

“I’’ll... always have questions, I think. And, Fran, there are some that only you can answer. I trust you, and... it’s really fun to hear you talk. Please, continue to teach me.”

He is not alone. Not anymore. And he’ll never be, again. As he steps into the foyer and heads to the kitchen, he sees Impey being chased bit by bit by Sisi. Everyone is settling in just as well. A hand goes on his shoulder -- Saint’s -- and the ever-welcoming count, the one that let him stay in his home, despite the target on his back, motions for Fran to take his seat.

So a part of the lively table he once again becomes.

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✨In Your Arms✨

My OTP~ I love them so much

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So, Bouquet of Rainbows is coming out soon…. “Who’s your favorite?” asked no one. It’s Fran.

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{ CARDIA !

There’s no hiding at how tense the mansion had become after they had all returned from their latest attempt to find answers of her father’s whereabouts or even a lead.

Cardia herself had retreated back to her room briefly before finally deciding to emerge out as the sun began to set.

“…I can’t let myself dwell on things though…”

That was what lead her out of her room at last as she made her way to the courtyard. Maybe going over her fighting stances or watching the sunset? Just…Just something to get her mind off things….

Pressing a hand against her hair to keep it away from her face Cardia let out an exhale, “…Right…What to do.”

He breathes in and out, trying to clear his head as he jots down another set of notes in the notebook that’s currently in use for him. Another one almost full, he thinks, turning the pages and counting the ones that are left before he finally shuts it and places his pen back in its spot. Fran moves then to check for another blank one, and finds that he has two stored away, pulling them both out, mentally noting to see if the budget can spare a bit for a few more later.

So much more to learn.

So little time.

Perhaps they’re right... I should get some air...

And air out his room, considering fumes do add up when things start smoking and bubbling.

He’ll sort it out. For now, he takes his nearly-completed journal, an empty one, and a few supplies to write in them with, deciding to take to the courtyard in order to catch that kind of break he needed. Sure, the books themselves may have contents related to his research, all the tireless efforts that may... produce wasted moments, but he can also write other things in it.

They are related to his life, after all, no matter how pathetic he views it to be. Perhaps something will come to him as he views the falling sun?

As soon as he emerges, and reaches the courtyard, he spots a familiar person, looking rather pensive as she stands still.

“Cardia?” He speaks. Things have become so stiff and difficult lately, especially for the one at the center of it all. If I could just... Do more faster. Be better. Stronger. He’d be able to cure her poison, let her live a more normal life. Her father’s back may still be distant, but her world of troubles is far too close.

His smile to greet her is gentle but weak, tired from fatigue. But he really doesn’t want to show her that much, when she must be so burdened as well. “Good evening. Needed a bit of air as well?” What does she plan on doing now? Would she mind sitting with him, he wonders. Maybe that’s the best way to take a moment to step back, just to talk. He finds himself excitable, but at ease when he’s talking to people like her, like just for a moment, the past doesn’t have to catch up with him, even if he knows it will forever linger. His writing can wait, no doubt, even if he has them with him, company is likely more a ring closer to the rest the others meant for him.

“Would you mind if I joined you?”

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Code: Realize ~Silver Miracles~

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//it’s been a long time buuuuut my cr boys are (mostly) home for the most part !! I’m gonna finish typing up some other things and then be around to hopefully reply to things ! weeps i love... to be here...

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Fran’s study is rather quiet when she quietly slips past the door. Streaks of hazy orange afternoon sun that usually pour though the large windows slowly give way, weaving and fading into the the deep blues and violets of the quickly approaching evening. He’s been cooped up in here most of the day, working on something important but it’s his birthday after all and she cannot allow it to pass without at least a small celebration. “Happy Birthday Victor,” she whispers to the curve of his ear before sneaking a light peck on his cheek.

Tirelessly, he continues his work, regardless of the date this day may fall upon. To fix the mistakes he’s made, to help give more to the woman whose life came to be… so unevenly. She’s beautiful, gentle, nothing but care reflects within her, now especially. 

She may not have a beating heart within her, but she is more human than some out there.

He’s so sorry she has had to bear such weights upon her mind. This is his fault, his fault for following Issac without looking into what was happening around the lab, his fault for thinking that would have been enough to make up for the burden he’s placed on the world, for the all the deaths he ultimately lead to.

But…

Even after all that, she’s here. She exists, and she’s come to trust and accept him for everything. This is why he cannot give up. It’s come to be nothing of a hope for redemption; no, nothing will change the damage he’s caused, those imprints never leave him, the memory of the rubble filtering through his gloved fingers painful, haunting.

The sight of the 665 failed experiments had been too.

“Cardia… I promise…” He scribbles down a few more notes in his notebook as he balances out his tools once more. Just a little more, there… There… He’s getting closer. It’s not quite perfect, but it should be enough to be considered another step in helping them both live happily.

Sheets, their clothes, he wanted to help free her, so she could live now without risking watching a world tumble. To allow her a breath, for her to reach her fingers out, to let her breathe without worry, as the person she is really, truly is, he’s glad he’s been able to do something for her.

He hopes it’s enough, even if it doesn’t feel so.

She has her gloves, but to allow her a breath, for her to reach her fingers out, to let her live without worry, as the person she really, truly is.

Now, he wants to spend time with her, to rest with her close… even if that thought is reddening to him, but not yet. There’s still more lives to save, more work to be done. “…I’ll be able to… rest soon…”  His eyelids are dropping, flasks shaking, but he…. has to do a bit more.

What day is it today?

His head is close to resting on his desk, but the weakening sunbeams hit his eyes, almost magnifying through his glasses, causing them to snap back open. It’s getting later, and he realizes he missed even saying good morning to her. Ah, well, he’d have to make it up to her.

They have a calendar. Victor has a habit of getting so caught up in work that he’d certainly lose track of the date entirely without it, and Cardia doesn’t want to forget any date of her newfound life of love. Perhaps that’s why she’s sneaks into his room, and why he doesn’t notice her. It’s not until he hears her whisper close to his ear, feels her lips gently peck his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Victor.”

Her voice is soft, her words full of affection and meaning. He smiles, adoration swelling. He doesn’t think himself deserving of this, even now, but he’s so grateful, so much so, that she still wishes to be beside him, no matter what. Victor turns around, wraps his arms around her, burying his face against her.

So it’s his birthday, is it?

Well... this gift, just her presence, is enough to quell worries of his, to remind him of strength he has, is more that he’d ever want for a day life this.

And it really hits him again in this moment, shyly, perhaps, he allows the words to spill:

“Thank you... Thank you so much for being here, with me, Cardia, I... I love you.”

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Drew this the day I started playing code:realize…. i’m in love with victor ;_ ;

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"fran! this dashing gentleman thief wishes you a happy birthday... is what i'd say if i wasn't making a pool of blood on the floor... hahaha... this seems to be a repeat of last year, doesn't it? but, look! this time instead of my arm bleeding there's a big fleshy wound on my stomach. i think i broke a rib, too. that's... progress, right? ... erm... happy birthday!!"

Fran… hasn’t put value on his birthday in quite some time, if anything, it’s yet another day he has to work to repair all he’s done. A bigger day of reflection, how far they’ve all come together, now. That’s right, even with all that heaves upon his heart, Victor Frankenstein has friends, and these friends are assisting him in more ways than they may truly know. 

But maybe… that thought process is the same for all of them. 

Silence, he continues to work with little rest, so that everything may be sorted out. It will be far from perfect, but even a little to give back will be enough. Anyway he can… he doesn’t deserve such kindness. Weak, fearful, and yet… accepted, here. Thanks to them. 

Cardia… Lupin… everyone, thank you. 

That is all Fran could ever ask for on his birthday, a place he’s allowed to belong. 

Lupin’s voice, familiar, sets his attention away from the work at hand. Ah..! Blood trails him, the deep red staining the floor behind him. It’s a miracle, perhaps, that Lupin is walking with little more than a slight hunch and some winces, but that might just be his gentlemanly front trying to hide it.

It is a repeat from last year. 

“Lupin...” Fran takes a deep breath, worry washing over him. Lupin’s attention to detail, and recollection of such ones, is impeccable, outstanding and impressive, but the alchemist wishes for him to rest, so he makes sure there plenty of room for Lupin to do so. He motions, as he then retrieves the medical supplies he needs to help close up the wounds and stop the bleeding. 

“Going into dangerous situations really is you, but you still should be more careful...” 

If another life was lost, no matter the day, that Fran could have saved, how would he feel? Terrible, as if it was his fault because, as the doctor of their group, it might as well be. But... Despite Lupin’s surfacing and clear pain, he pushes out a laugh, as if this is just every day, and pushes the focus back to Fran. 

Yes, Fran is the one with the biggest portion of the budget, the one that tends to spend more than should be rationed, his joy from successes and experiments, this openness and warm environment, even under the pressure of what dangers could lay in the wings... Fran has spent these latest days reflecting on just how grateful he is. Who would he have been with out them? What would have happened? 

They’re all too kind.

“You resting and recovering from this... result of your latest work will be more than enough of a gift, so please, take it easy and don’t put too much stress on your body. But... Thank you, Lupin,

“Thank you for allowing me to stay for as long as I need.”

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This is a secret so shhhHHHhh but I heart you, and I heart your writing, thank you for existing -a round fruit

//wahhhhhh ty !! i heart you very much too!! Thank you for existing!

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Melody

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Sky

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Masquerade

Sleep

Wings

Photograph

Worship

Storm

Wild

Sacrifice

Submission

Devotion

Life

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{ Saint }

Saint smiles and laughs softly. Indeed there are those few that stand out, but they are still quite generally behaved around him. Perhaps because Lupin knows a dire misdemeanor in class will mean his desk will no longer be available. Nevertheless, everyone works hard and that pleases Saint–and it doesn’t fail to go noticed by other teachers as well. “Haha, children are quite entertaining, aren’t they? A rambunctious few that are still so very hard working you can hardly fault them on disruption.” Well, Saint doesn’t have to vocally chide anybody, his wide and unreadable smiles alone fill students with enough unease that they quickly return to silence.

He nods sagely, understanding. Victoria is a force to be reckoned with in a battle of words. Any plan, any request, will be met with brutal scrutiny until one can prove its worth. And while Saint does consider his idea a good one, favourable to the students, but not a waste of schooling hours, he would like the assistance and affirmation of another. It was–is–his chance to get to know other colleagues, in this case he chose Fran first. He is gentle and kind, and he knows many of the students respect and adore the fellow teacher. 

“I’m pleased you think it a good idea, in theory,” he laughs gently, “a vote of confidence is certainly a step in the right direction.” But it was a fact that without a solid idea, a theory is all it could be–all it would be. He seats himself in the chair at his desk, gracefully twirls it so that he may continue facing Fran, and hums softly with his hands in his lap. “I want to avoid overexertion, so a sporting event combining academics would perhaps be a little too much. Considering their current waning and lethargy in class. But something too simple would possibly encourage more sleeping than it would work.” They need to find a good balance, essentially. Something active, but not exerting. Something that will teach them, but not lecture. 

Every student in this school has their own unique values, and it is not without noticing that the gentle but hard-working science teacher goes about his day. Each student has a way they go about interacting with their advisers and peers, and Fran has been on the fortunate end of mostly pleasantries. There have been a few cases where he had to go explain a mess or two further than he would have liked, but at the end of the day, that’s just as it has to be. The administration cannot be left in the dark. 

In order to teach them, there has to be consideration of their interests. Abilities aren’t an issue, not when students such as Cardia Beckford, Arsène Lupin, and Impey Barbicane are in-consideration. It is not solely them, nay, all the students are brilliantly bright. 

“We’d want it hands-on, but certainly not, yes, something like a sports event.” while, perhaps, some of the students would be able to enjoy an academically-inclined sporting event, there are other students that would not enjoy the idea at all. Fran himself finds himself at a loss on how he would be able to keep up during such a time as well. However, event and the implication of a competition may, perhaps, spark the discussion, although judging it may not... “I would suggest research, but I feel the students have dealt with heaviness of that enough - a creative-building competition may work, but there’s the issue of what adding competitive stakes may or may not do...” Since they want them to learn, something with active participation that allows them to build on what they know would be ideal. At least, Fran hopes so.

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flowermikoscans:

Code: Realize: King of Cakes Fran 

Cake time with one of the meganes. Here Dr. Frankenstein takes a break from his usual alchemy to entertain us with bakery delights (and wasn’t there a saying in a certain series that alchemy was born in the kitchen?) Fran’s cake might not have as complex of a design compared to Lupin or Saint-G’s cakes, but this one has by far the most layers or even “mini cakes” topped on top of one another. I’m sure what most of his fans are looking at is, of course, him eating that strawberry rather suggestively! He’s looking so innocent yet not so much! Enjoy all you Fran lovers. 

If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter. DO NOT UPLOAD TO ZEROCHAN. Thank you and enjoy!

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//I’m dying thanks to what Rinu sent me about CRFD and now I gotta clear my other otome so I can finally get to it so I can die more but I have one (1) draft here and I’ll get to it soon... crhsau must be answered... looks up...