#conflictions

[tendou-satori-chocolatier]

Asahi's brain: noya's a hurricane

Asahi's heart, dreamily: yeah...

Asahi's brain: ...hurricanes are bad, asahi

[samssimsarchive]

I felt bad because I put the BPR instead of DPR in my ask earlier so I decided to start the BPR. And now its been an hour and a half and it's midnight. Just because it is amazing and I have gotten so wrapped up in the story! Probably the best typo I've made in a long time

Oh gosh 🙈🙈🙈

Now I'm embarassed. The first gens aren't super awesome but like everything here on Sams Sims it gets better as you go along.

Well thank you for loving the DPR. Its all gameplay right now but I promise the early threads of plot are being weaved for the future gens.

As for the BPR, it's a lot to catch up on but I am very excited for Honey's story next gen! Thank you for checking it out. 😭😭😭 (But sleep is important don't skip that for my stories they aint going nowhere)

You're my favorite person Nonny ❤❤❤

[mooneyedandglowing]

VII

Do not be mistaken, because I am clear-sighted. Even in love, I would rather see with a blurrier vision than I ever do truly. I look at someone in my life, who I feel a great amount of, albeit dispassionate, love for, and I think, "Well, of course I do not think you are a good man. I do not ever hear you speak of what good men speak, or see you do what good men do -- at least not in the instances where you are not after something, which then render it all false and useless as a measure to judge one by (and this is where you would make an argument about incentives that I think of as a response to congitive dissonance, a failing excuse when tested thoroughly); rather, I think you are a flawed man, extremely vulnerable to this world of others, which means you trick those who want you as you present in the earliest of days, despite all proof pointing otherwise, despite proof of a different and more complex, even scarred, underbelly. I think in that way you are very much like many other men I have known, and yet you are unlike them in your unwavering unwillingness to see an issue with it no matter how I have presented my fair evidence. I think you can fall victim to yourself, and use others to pack a hole in your self-regard, and ruin things because of a screeching inside, and hurt people because you cannot sustain, without much drama of ego, a wound to the self or the fear that a wound to the self is even possible. And so I think, yes, you can be quite awful, especially toward women, and I think it is lofty of you to imply that you are not a misogynist as if the mistreatment of your opposite sex did not exist on a spectrum, and as if you have not spoke of your feelings of past contempts and told your stories of how you have disrespected another's dignity; but really, I don't care all that much about your conduct (and know we all have had our own time of terribleness and trickery and such) as long as it is kept far away from myself, and as long as it does not extend into the realm of the monstrous. I never care to deride you or lecture at overwhelming length the possible dangers and consequences of not stepping outside one's own body. And in keeping that part of your character only on the perimeter of any involvement with one another, perhaps I might still be able to glean what is fascinating -- the struggle within -- without taking in any of the dust being kicked up. I might even gently and accidentally stoke the fire of some change, small as it could ever be. Plus, sometimes you say something I delight in, for it is fresh and cool and easy when we are genuinely speaking, all things flowing like two streams feeding one river of thought. But this grows less so with less involvement, an exchange that I am unsure balances anything in a manner that is positive, because I am just as limited in this role as the others you have placed me in previously. I'm surely resigned as incapable to be much of anything inside of it. I am unsure of what is better or worse about the current trade. I am unsure of most things beyond what I know is false, which can at times seem like such an unproductive way of knowing. And unlike you (as you have shown), even in the most disgusting moments of our interactions I will refuse and have refused to, never as viciously as I could at least, use what I know to be false to crush between my hands the little leaflets of any roughly drafted self-esteem. Which I think, if nothing else, is love -- the simple and pure act of it. And I believe I feel a real gratitude to who, although I do now at this point of our meeting recoil and flinch at the thought of even the most casual and briefest of touch from you, reveals so constantly to me how far I have come and how far I could still yet go.

[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt #3 : The Beast under our Skin

 Trembling within his sleep, his fingers fidgeting in response a nightmare that was inescapable. His forearm hung over edge revealing a runic design covered and laced with summoner engravings each of them of respectively pitch black. He had no attention on visiting where his own headcase had taken him. As you see within all psyches there was a place that only one was granted unlimited access too and that was often the person linked from mind to soul. Inside was a realm that was distorted. Skies were muggy and a bile green.The Sun was broken in shatters like a gem crushed leaving only few participle beams of light to transcend below. The soils were pitch black and charred. Every water was a bright crimson a symbolization of the blood shared throughout his journey. As the mind processed, the familiarity of what was struggled those memories and conflicts shaped upon this place. A giant pillar figurine of a woman coveted the Moon. A flock of bats hung over the shrine, each of them upside down or perching. The winds howled, viciously displaying supremacy. This place wasn’t welcome for typical travelers only when struggling through a jam or to visit during an esteemed amount of concentration that often mediators often did to acquire mastery over oneself. Waking up covered in this inner sanctum of his own turmoil. On the outside, his rune dimmed and started spinning those engraved lettering's a seal, was it’s purpose. To lock away what beast it hid underneath flesh. No spot was left without relevance. Standing up and dusting himself off, he closed in on a trenching path. Ivory vines and moss everywhere the darkest pigment of meadow a Black Shroud could offer. A broken pedestal, the road silky almost flesh-woven from the remains of trespassers. The feaster resided here. Air was thick to traverse through lungs. Nerves stricken without reserve. Impeding eyes felt ever dauntlessly gazing. There was no security. The scoundrel walked upon a slumbering silhouette figure. Blackest of night. Shade incarnate it churned... Awakening claws sharper than razor blades for fingernails. Predatory fangs that left hearts to jitters in mere fleeting fear. It stood... Black, scraggly, wild and unkempt hair hung over draping across like a cloak to it’s calves. It’s eyes... Wrung of that ferociousness stare, lucidly amber that peered through the weakest of creatures. For as you see... It governed over all, It was the FOOD-CHAIN. It peered over it’s counter part. The scoundrel, seen as indispensable. It didn’t need to talk, It growled and left a trembling murmur. It spoke directly throughout. <Let me out... You need me. You’re weak, pathetic. I can give you strength. We could have no equal... Why let someone say, no to you? Why give them the privilege. You owe nothing to man. You’ve always been alone. Hiding behind that persona. We know what you truly desire. To rip yourself a path.> It spoke in vibrations through it’s mere presence within this psyche. It didn’t require to break useless words. His fist gripped clenched tightly squeezing until nails dug into flesh, “I can’t let ye out. Those things might be true to some point. But there is one thing I can’t let be free and that’s you. Cause... If I did, I’d lose myself. We both know you’re only interested in devouring me from within. You’ve caused enough damage, I have to be the one that lives with what you did for us to survive, ME. Not you. Why you show little sympathy. You hurt what I LOVE. You break and BREAK. To a point where I cannot mend. A pirate has always been loyal to his treasure. That is why, I’ll keep you from it.” Pulling up his forearm with the runes, “If meaning I have to endure this. Then so be it, but remember I defeated you once to acquire this.” It drew into a menacing laughter before perching back down on a mound of bloody lotuses. A single flower that stood out beyond all others was a brightly pink sakurasou flower that vibrantly glowed and dripped a dewy droplet off it’s petal. <You’ll return... I’m your survival. What keeps this vessel still prolonging.> The pirate placing his hands within his pockets and scoffing a grin, “Same goes for you.” He’d speak out of turn ever brash. They didn’t get along with one another constantly challenging each-other. Both of them wishing to show their own intrigue in holding dominance. Each of them driven. If only... The two souls worked together, they could return to glory as whole. A point where both sides could hear and answer with passion and fierceness. He shot up stammering and knocking over his bottle of rum as his ship rocked back and forth landing directly down, his rune back to being sedated his night-sweats still felt washing over him. He sat there just pondering at the ceiling, surmising he needed to go back to drown himself from his troubles.

[jezamine-420]

Why do I love you so?

When as you please;

You come and go.

Seemingly with the greatest ease.

It’s hurting me though,

You cause both the greatest happiness, Deep down in my soul;

As well as the deepest sadness

I could ever feel in this heart of coal.

JMC

[rileyomalley]

Man there are some NPCs I want to draw but I also don’t want to SPOIL THEM JUST YET

[arbmosx]

cont. || @apmeka

She feels a nudge to her side and every worry and fear she’d had before speaking her mind and true feelings fell to the wayside, a new wave of relief washing over her.  As much as she’d tried to lie to herself, there was something about the pilot she could shake from her being. And she tried, oh yes she tried many times to just leave and forget the flutter of feeling in her gut. Refusal to admit her feelings and retreating back to her old ways left her feeling numb and distracted but still made way for a gaping hole in her chest.  She didn’t blame her for being mistrustful of her, Sombra wasn’t exactly scoring a perfect ten in the area for trust. In fact her whole life had been a culmination of convincing people to trust her only to leave once she’d gotten what she wanted. Her weapons and gadgets had already been cast to the wayside, if she was planning on doing anything, she’d have a damn hard time of that now. “I’ve had that thought numerous times, believe me I’ve tried..” She can’t help but smile as she reaches over to brush some of the hair from Hana’s face, tucking a long strand behind her ear. “I don’t know that you will ever fully trust me but I’m grateful for the chance.”