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(So, my life is really busy right now. I have a lot of school work to do, I’m also sick, so I’m doing exams every week, and the work is consuming my time too. I’ll be on a little hiatus until I get to finish this semester at school which is the beginning of December. I apologize in advance. You can find me on @warandpunishment.)
Reblog or like this post if you’re willing to rplay with a canon divergent of Punisher roleplay blog, primarily MAX Comics verse. I’ll check out your blog! Duplicates are also welcome!
(I’ve been busy, and this night, I had an intestinal problem, so it’s possible I won’t be on for the next couple of days.)
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… Yeah, fishing for a conversation had definitely been a bad idea. The last thing Robert wanted was kindness.
It was genuine too. That was Joseph’s poison.
“Not dead yet,” Robert said blithely, plopping the burger onto his little plate right next to the cigarette. His shoulders hunched a little, cagey and protected. Even when he thought he had the upper hand, he was really just a bit of an unpredictable weirdo in the end.
Why’d Joseph always have to do this to him by doing absolutely nothing?
“You’re looking pretty okay yourself,” Robert muttered. “Always a good turnout at these things.” He shrugged vaguely at the barbecue at large. “You’ve got this town in your palm.”
Joseph sipped some of his water, staring at Robert with a confused expression. What did he mean by ‘having the town in his palm’? That sounded more like Robert, probably sarcasm disguised as compliment. Or maybe he was referring to something else, regarding Joseph’s reputation.
The thing was, he was thinking too much about Robert’s opinion on himself. Of course Robert didn’t like him. Joseph should stop being so naive and hopeful.
“I do whatever I can to please everybody in town. As Christ Himself says, love your neighbor as yourself.” He pointed out with a smile, being honest. Still, it was strange that Robert came to talk to him. It had been a long time. “... And, I love you, Robert... as much as I love myself. As much I love the other neighbors.”
One of the cute scenes from an amazing Whatever’s Written In Your Heart by a lovely @backwardstraveller !!
Cedric is back, this time he’s joined by Joseph :D
I actually romanced Hugo on my playthrough as him but this ended up happening on my RP blog and I cannot get enough of these two now
Background is an edited screenshot from the game, I claim no credit for that!
★— KINDNESS KNEW NO BOUNDS. As Steve held his hands out to take the beautifully wrapped package, he stared down with wide eyes and a warm smile– the MINISTER himself was talking to him. Steve was raised a religious boy, with his mother and father, and although he may have not have been as devout as he once was, there was still a part of him that respected faith, so long as it wasn’t blind.
❛ Holy smokes– I can’t just take these! Especially if the funds go toward the church– you’ve gotta let me pay, minister. Well, given how much I love myself some baked treats you can certainly COUNT on it. If– you do need any help, my ma always taught me how to make a HECKUVA apple pie. Oh– Pardon my French.. . ❜
Joseph chuckled, shaking his head at the man. “Please, Mr. Rogers. It’s a gift. You can buy extra treats, but these are for free. The church wants you to have them.” Gently, he placed Steve’s hand over the package, and looked at him with a soft smile. “Now, help...? We always need help.”
His face flushed a little as Steve suggested to teach him how to bake an apple pie. Giving him a nod, Joseph gestured at a woman to come, and he asked her to take care of the place for a while. Then, he turned his attention back to Steve, always smiling.
“Well, that would be my pleasure, Mr. Rogers. Any time you want. How long are you staying here, in Maple Bay?”
She pauses, looking at him a little incredulously. It wasn’t…often she got asked to go to dinner. Really spent most of her time either at her apartment or the vet clinic or at her parents’ home. It wasn’t–anything she really knew how to do. “I–Okay, Joseph. Sure.”
“Nice.” Joseph extended a hand at her gently, giving her a smile. “So, let’s go. There’s this place nearby which has the best seafood around. Do you like seafood?”
Robert snubbed out his cigarette on the mini plate and accepted the beer. He’d gone dry most of the evening, so the paltry alcohol was actually a decent prospect.
Be civil.
They of course were surrounded by the rest of the neighbors–at a distance, but they were still there. As much of an asshole as Robert was, he still had no interest in causing that sort of drama. At least not now.
He flashed a dark smile. “Can’t miss out on the best burgers in town,” he said. “I do crawl out of my cave from time to time.”
He simply stood and watched Joseph putting things together, all nice and organized.
“Once Crish can walk, you’re gonna have hell around that house.” Was he actually trying for a conversation? Well that was a dumb idea. But maybe it was a token of gratitude for the beer. He took a generous swig of it.
Can’t miss out on the best burgers in town, right. Joseph had to admit his barbecue was one of the best in Maple Bay, and it was possible that Robert was telling the truth. However, telling the truth didn’t mean praising. Robert was there, telling him that, because of appearances, which was okay. Joseph couldn’t be naive.
Robert was weirdly talkative, though. Joseph couldn’t help it but ask himself why. “Yeah, but seeing our kids growing up is a blessing, actually.” He replied Robert with a discreet smile, trying not to think too much about Robert and why he was acting like that.
He handed the man a burger, staring at him. Should he try to talk to Robert? “Are you doing okay?” Maybe he would regret that, but hell. He wanted to talk to Robert. It wasn’t always that both of them had a conversation.
(So this weekend will be complicated to me, even though tomorrow is a holiday here. I have four seminars to present, and I guess my activity will be spotty during this time. However, I’ll try to reply the threads of this and my other blogs.)
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Inktober, Day 13 - Teeming Liner
ᴄʀᴀɪɢ;; – ‘ No, trust me, I know. ‘ He knew full well walking into this just what he was going to be dealing with– What he’d have to do and not do. It hurt like hell some days. But he could put up with it, as long as he knew Joseph would make him feel better at the end of the day, it was enough for him to deal with. Besides, had it been him, they would have done the exact same thing, right? ‘ I get that. It’s hard trying to keep up an image and stuff when people set the bar so high on you. You’re holding together pretty well, considering all of this. ‘
Joseph brought a hand to Craig’s cheek, cupping it gently. Then, he placed a soft kiss on his lips, gently pressing his forehead against the man’s. “I love you.” Another kiss, and he wrapped his arms around Craig, pressing their bodies together. “I really love you. That’s why I’m saying all of this, Craig. I care for you...”
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“Joseph, your simple is my fancy.” Sylvester laughed taking his glass of Margarita back in hand and taking a sip, humming happily. “Best Margarita I’ve ever had.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration on Sylvester part, he didn’t think he had ever made such a fancy meal himself, he only really learned to get a bit fancy with baking.
“I think what I would like is for you take a minute to enjoy the hard work you put in to making this great meal. You’re almost making me feel guilty the way you’re rushing around to make this perfect when it already is.”
“Oh please...” Joseph laughed softly, blushing again. “It wasn’t a fancy thing. You’re just too kind, that’s all.” He leaned his back against the wall, watching Sylvester with serene eyes. That was a great moment, having a guy around who seemed to be genuinely concerned about him.
“Don’t feel guilty. It’s just the way I am. I like pleasing my friends. I want them to have the best I can offer.” That was the truth, at least. Joseph brought a hand to Sylvester’s chin, giving the man a smile.
“And, can I tell you how beautiful you are?”
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It was a great mystery of the universe why Robert always showed up to Joseph’s pristine neighborhood barbecues. An intimidation tactic? A reminder of ‘hey here’s that big ugly blemish on your perfect track record’? Maybe. Maybe it was to provide Mary with a player in her court.
Or maybe he was just bored.
Whatever the reason here he was, with a little styrofoam plate of uneaten cantaloupe pieces which was doubling as an ashtray.
It was impossible to avoid Joseph the whole evening, but Robert played it cool when he inevitably ran into his host. Polite, civil, but always with an undercurrent of I know the secret. Robert always kept the secret, but he also meanly enjoyed the power play.
“Where’s Crish?” he asked, sucking on his cigarette innocently.
Robert. Yes, Joseph always tried to invite him to his neighborhood barbecues, and it was kind of a surprise to see him there, even asking for Crish. Knowing him, that was probably sarcasm. He never got that.
“He’s with Mary, I believe.” Joseph replied honestly, setting the table with plates and sauces. “... it’s good to see you around, Robert. I thought you wouldn’t come.” Another pause so he could get a beer from the box, giving it to the man.
“Care for a drink?”
★— KIND AND HELPFUL – it was rather different from how people often behaved in the city as of recent, given there was a mentality of ‘every man for himself’ as far as New York was concerned.
Steve glanced up, tearing his eyes away from the delicious looking goods – each one looking better than the next. But as he peered up, he took in the friendly face; so chipper. He couldn’t help but return a polite smile in return – he must’ve been the one ORCHESTRATING this whole thing.
❛ Geez Louise, these ALL look great– I’m havin’ trouble pickin’ just one.. ❜
He scratched his hand down the short tufts of blond along his neck– glad that someone had approached him.
❛ Mr Rogers– Steve Rogers— Just call me Steve. And you’re the fella organising all of this? Gotta say– you’ve done a SWELL job. ❜
“You can always buy one of each...” Joseph hummed with a smile, watching the man with curious eyes. “But, really... I’m glad to see you here, Mr. Rogers. It’s always good to see new people around, especially during the bake sale. It’s really nice to meet you.”
Joseph took a plate, and started filling it with some treats, delicate hands working on pretty packages. “Yes, I’m organizing it. The money will go to our church. I’m a youth minister.” He explained, handing the package to Steve.
“Here. Take these for free, Mr. Rogers. A gift from the city. I hope you always come back, and with a big smile.”
“I hope so, one day,” she shrugged. And–dinner? “I’m sorry? Um–” She laughed. “And why would you like to take me to dinner?” She teased.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Joseph chuckled, giving her a gentle smile. “It’s just a reason to have more time to talk to you.”
