yall kno i be playing but i seriously love mork tuan so much :(((( like this man….he is like…so Real and loyal and DOWN af and notices everything there is to notice mnbfhdgf like if a member is uncomfortable in any way or feeling bad he’ll sense it first and act accordingly and hes so beautiful like that :(((( like he’s always ready to Protect…and another thing i love about him is how he’s so secure in himself and his aura is so calming. Like that hassss to be my favorite thing, he’s so confident but he’ll never boast or gloat and will happily give attention to other members first over himself..and with his confidence comes that independence?? like he’s so comfortable with himself and u can feel that & thats the sexiest thing about him hgjvhffgc and then HOW HES SO EMOTIONAL and soft and never afraid to cry &…like he loves children (and children love him, its that Aura he never has 2 do much) & puppies & being with his loved ones, making them happy…being SO FUCKING THOUGHTFUL oh my lordT….he gives the best gifts ok like in that ‘he remembered u lookin at that watch every day 4 two years u could never afford now he went and bought it’ ass way jbhfhfgdgdfd he’s a class A human bean…i love mark :(
One time I was playing the sims and I wanted to make me and mike but I wanted to make us separately and have us meet. But when I moved into my house, I had this sexy ass neighbor. I figured I could have a fling with him and break it off and get with Mike later but then the neighbors kid got attached to me and I couldn’t just end it when I was so close to his daughter. I really cared about him too.
So the only thing I could do was have it end in tragedy. That way I wouldn’t have to break up with the guy and I could adopt his daughter to stay close to her. He passed away peacefully on fire in the kitchen. Now in previous games, when a kid is taken away by CPS, the next kid you adopt is the same kid. Welp that didn’t carry over into sims 4 so the daughter ended up being taken away and erased from the game by the great sims deity.
I’m a sentimental man, so I kept neighbor mans tombstone around. I’d occasionally chat with his ghost, but he seemed cold to me. I can’t help but thinking he was a bit mad his daughter no longer existed. But this escalated once I started seeing Mike. His ethereal visits became more frequent and more hostile, usually breaking my electronics or creating a mess. But he went overboard when he started the fire.
Being a sim the died in a fire, his ghost had certain abilities specific to his death (setting fires). He got pissed because I kissed Mike so he set my couch on fire that ended up barricading us in the bedroom. Now I couldn’t find the fire alarm in buy mode and I hadn’t had the foresight to predict my spiteful ghost died-in-a-fire ex boyfriend would be an afterlife arsonist to care about it that much so a lot of the house had burned by the time I could get the FD there.
After having almost nothing covered by insurance (thanks Obama), Mike sat me down to have a talk with me. While I couldn’t understand him, I imagine he said “What the fuck you need to deal with your crazy ass ex boyfriend ghost. This never would have happened if you weren’t a thirst little sim bitch and dated me first.”
I approached the grave. It was time to release him. He was waiting for me. He knew this was the end. That after this, there was no coming back from the afterlife. I know he tried to kill me, and he knows I got his daughter deleted, but at that moment, it was just like old times. Telling each other jokes 27 times in a row until he would have sex with me.
We had a final ghostly embrace and he was gone. I sold his tombstone for 300 bucks and bought a microwave.
(lmao this is probably worse than the last one i did i’m not used to doing this but the ideas keep coming)
Okay continuing with the idea that Frank and Matt have regular nightly meet ups after a night of crime fighting to lick at each other wounds. Frank gets way too comfortable in Matt’s apartment, comfortable enough to fall asleep but leave before Matt awakens. However, There are nights when he just walks around slowly sipping on his beer and staring at what he considers to be a rather barren apartment. Matt has told him that he is truly and seriously blind, and it’s something that Frank still can’t seem to believe or get past. Matt fights better than most people he’s ever faced, even if Frank knows he could put a real good dent on that pretty face of his, but with how bare everything is in here he can finally get behind that.
Regardless, he still wants to see what Matt even keeps in here, in this loft that is too quiet for him, far away from gunshots, screams, and barking dogs. He begins rummaging through drawers of things he can’t read, most of them in braille or some legal jargon that Frank is just too sleepy to bother reading through, but then he stops on a birthday card from a few years back, tattered and barely acknowledged by Matt probably. It’s simple, but maybe the person who gave it to him hadn’t the forethought of realizing that he wouldn’t be able to see the intricate, gaudy design of it. Frank can still see Matt appreciating it and not feeling slighted in the least. He grunts a bit at the thought before peeling open the card and seeing the date. Only two weeks away from now, Matt’s birthday is right around the corner, and by the way he seemed to prop up here more often than Frank feels he should, he knows he doesn’t have anybody to really celebrate it with him.
He puts it back for a moment, taking another swig of his beer, the piss ass beer Matt buys and he always complains about despite taking another sip against his dislike of it. For whatever reason, a week later he’s still thinking about it while inside a small market. Why is he staring at this goddamn cupcake? Matt doesn’t need anyone to remember his birthday much less celebrate it, but Frank feels he needs to do something, anything to show that he was at least thankful that Matt didn’t throw him to the curb the moment he fell asleep on his couch. He shuffles a crumpled $5 bill to the cashier and hurries out with that cupcake and a single candle.
A few nights later, Matt returns from another bout in the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, luckily tonight he barely had to lift a finger after wrestling down some robber at a local corner store, though tonight he feels that his heart isn’t all into it, he can’t put a finger on just why. When he approaches his rooftop, there’s Franks heartbeat again, but instead of it’s usual calm cadence, it’s slightly elevated, as if he were anxiously waiting. “Anxious?….Frank was never anxious…” closer and he gets a faint whiff of phosphorous, warmth, wax, and…..icing? Chocolate? Something sweet?
Still kneeling on the windowsill Frank meets his gaze for a moment to turn away from the table. “You coming in Red or what?” he utters, there’s a hint of bashfulness that Matt can easily sense, but he ignores it in favor of ripping his mask off his head and focusing on the bright orange spot blazing in what little vision he can muster. “Is that a candle? You bought a cake?” he says walking towards the table. Frank clears his throat “Uh I saw…..you had a card in your desk….birthday card.”
“Oh yeah…today is…”
“Yeah just thought….you weren’t bringing anyone over tonight for it..and uh got you a…cupcake.”
Matt smiles at him, it’s deep and warm, even if Matt looks tired that beaming smile of his never fades.
“The Punisher?…..wishing me a happy birthday?”
“Look if you dont want it I’ll just throw-”
“No-No it’s fine….I really appreciate it…I just didn’t expect you to even-well anyone to even bother…”
Frank pauses to stare at Matt for a moment when he decides to wander to the counter, he picks up his nearly empty beer bottle. “Well I ain’t that cold…”
Somehow this little gesture makes Matt flush, the heat of the candle amplifying that. Matt couldn’t recall the last time he ever really cared about his birthday or bothered to share when the day was with anyone other than Foggy, and he might have mentioned it in passing to Karen. Now the both of them were far too busy with their own ventures to probably bother, even if they still did meet occasionally at the Bar. He feels Frank’s heartbeat settle down slightly but tempering as Matt leaned over the small cupcake, and blew out the candle. The Heartbeat goes back to its normal cadence, and Matt knows Frank secretly cherishes some part of what they have, Matt is the only thing near normalcy in Frank’s life, this was his gesture, his thanks, and Matt felt like he almost didn’t deserve it.
“Thank you Frank….I really mean that.”
“I don’t know who celebrates their birthday in costume Red….”
im in such a mental state i remember random quotes from the show just doing shit like i would be trying to read and my brain is like echoing “all hearts are broken” “dont make people into heroes john” “once you open your heart” “dont be dead” “i dont have friends i’ve just got one” “and john will cry buckets and buckets” “the bravest and kindest and wisest..” “well i am” “is that sentiment talking?” “the man we both love” “because you’re an idiot” “so here in front of you all my first and last vow” “i heard you”
so i black out for several minutes and then go about my day
- Tearing up when Emily says she’s pregnant and again when the baby’s born, mind going to Jessamine automatically, thinking that she would love to be a grandmother. Especially if the baby’s a girl named after her.
-An overindulgent and sentimental old man who hangs every single piece of artwork of his grandkid/s up. Especially if he becomes the Duke of Serkonos, heck, their artworks in an art gallery then.
-Cheering them on at every single school event, debate, sports event, whatever. He’s there cheering louder than Emily and Wyman.
-Telling the child/ren stories about grandma Jessamine and when he was younger and how much he loved her. Eventually moving the stories onto the bad old days and letting the child/ren know how much she would have loved being a grandmother. He never mentions The Heart. Also teaching them about Serkonos and its culture and language, taking them on trips to visit, especially if he’s the Duke. Telling them stories about his childhood in Karanaca and how his family was from there. RANDOM TRIPS TO THE ZOO. WOULD TOTALLY PULL THEM OUT OF LESSONS TO GO TO WHEREVER THEY WANTED.
-Emily and/or Wyman telling the kid/s ‘no’ and the child/ren going behind their backs all ‘grandpa Corvo will say yes’. AND HE DOES. EVERY SINGLE TIME.
-Getting the child/ren out of trouble by pointing out Emily wasn’t exactly a golden goody two shoes.
-Him teaching the child/ren how to fight and read a room from a young age, making sure they know how to defend themselves with multiple weapons and hand to hand, as well as how to subdue a fight without killing and spilling blood.
-Low Chaos Corvo finding out someone hurt his precious grandbaby and Emily walking into his quarters to see him with his mask on, climbing out the window, looking back saying ‘I’ll be back by sunrise, someone hurt Jess’ feelings, I’m off to destroy their family’s name.’
-GRANDPA CORVO BEING THE SWEETEST AND MOST CARING GRANDFATHER BUT IF YOU HURT HIS GRANDCHILD THEN MAY THE OUTSIDER HELP YOU CAUSE YOU ARE DOOMED.
So I was reading an article on ANN today, having a fine time, entertainingly written and all. And then I hit a wall.
A wall that demanded I get my gaytective gear out for One Last Job (pardon the scan quality - I had to use my own collection).
Because my dudes of all genders, let me tell you, they’re right. There’s no chemistry to be found in Petshop of Horrors.
We all know, after all, that flowers around a meaningful meeting in josei? Means nothing.
A common sentiment from a man who openly hates and resents the human race, which the chapter up to this point was written around emphasizing.
THERE IS NO BONDING OR CHEMISTRY GOING ON HERE. IGNORE IT.
Presented without commentary.
And certainly other characters never pick up on anything either.
From friends, to say….
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DIRE SERIES OF EVENTS
And the series ends with a separation that Leon refuses to accept, leading him to leave the law behind entirely to pursue D on his own, just for the chance of meeting him again. As though the center around which the series spins was the progress of this relationship from pure hatred to complicated obsession.
So here we go,more Sansgore! Wanted to try them out in my own style. I have so many feelings hiding inside.. Come on,i’m a sentimental man,i can’t do much. )’: I wanted to thank @atlantart@haruhanarecluse@nightmaw @dongoverlord ,you guys rock! And you guys are my inspiration! <3