#((rusty af))

OMG a new pose pack? AFTER ... like 2.5 years!!! 

So yeah covid was shit aye? Some people played more, some people played less. I guess that was me. I just finished my story, i was exhausted... I took a little extended break. Got some new hobbies! BUT I always come back, Sims is where my heart is. It has been since i first started playing in 2000.

Doing a clean up though, ditching a bunch of poses sitting on my PC that have been used in contests, or I've seen a model pose and I've made it coz it looked cool. I chucked a bunch, and kept these. Its been so long now, who knows where they came from to be honest. 

This comes with its own custom icon so its easy to find, and you will need to play these in game, these are not for CAS. You will need Andrew’s Pose Player for these to work well! You must have the outdoor treat tree stump to be able to use pose 10. But other than that, your good to go!

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MARK // NEO SEOUL 🎉

The forest groaned and creaked in the wind, foreshadowing the coming storm. The Gilnean, who was wrapped in bandages and dark leathers, sighed and glanced at the sky. He pulled up his hood and returned to his weary march through the Blackwald. Every step down the hill made him wince, the pain in his side threatening to bring forth his wolf. His foot slipped on a wet rock and he stepped down a little too hard causing him to grunt, his eyes flashed orange and teeth elongated. His form seemed to ripple; he took several deep breaths and leaned against a nearby tree. Opening a pouch on his hip he pulled out some Peacebloom, a simple herb to help with the pain, and chewed it slowly, he knew he needed to save his magic. His wounds could wait.

As his breath steadied, the fur receded and his eyes returned to their normal hue. He glared up toward the sky as the first drop of rain hit him square in the eye. He growled and pulled his cloak tight then resumed his slow march into the forest. The ground finally leveled out and patches of red started to appear on the forest floor. He was getting close. The next bend brought him to a glade where a gigantic tree crowned the forest. "Almost there," he grunted, "Tal'doren looks well enough after all this time." As he neared the tree, he could feel his emotions calm and some of his weariness melt away. The tree seemed to still have a soothing effect on his wolf.

His stride quickened as the tree eased his pain, he walked around the base of the tree towards the back and swiftly hobbled up a small hill. At the top he stopped and knelt down at a mound of earth, a marker stood at one end. He took a deep breath, the rain almost sensing what was to come started to fall harder, a soft chorus, a background to words of grief.

"Hello Lys," he choked, "We finally did it. We cleared the city, Gilneas is ours, we have a home again." He paused and took a shuddering breath, tears streaming down his face into his beard. "I don't know what happened to the others. Many fell, lost to battles, both physical and mental. I almost lost myself after you..." he paused to wipe the tears away. "After you fell I was lost, I missed my friend...I miss my friend." He continued on, pain in his voice, "I never thought we would be home, I never thought I'd be able to visit you again." He paused for a long time, the sky weeping as he was. “I hoped I would be able to choke up chunks of my own sins, tell you of all that transpired since that day. Now that I’m here I don’t know what to say except I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes and wept silently.

After some time he softly spoke again "I brought you a gift." He reached into his pack and pulled out a folded tabard with a rose on top. "The Hounds have all but disbanded, this is the last piece I could find of them and I felt it was right to bring it here to rest with you. It’s the only place I could think of that would be peaceful enough to ease the pain." He laid the tabard down and stuck the rose into the ground to the side of the grave. Whispering softly, he reached out and touched the rose, using what druidic magic he had left he asked it to grow. Moments later there was a large rose bush next to the grave, flowers of all colors blooming in the rain. "I haven't used the Gift in years, this is all I have left after the battle." Clutching his side the pain spiked, he couldn't hold the wolf back anymore. The change was swift, and with a growling voice he spoke, "I know I should take better care, I needed to save what magic I had left for your gift. Don't worry, I'll recover and return soon to tend the roses. I'm glad to be home." He paused as he struggled to choke out the words, "I wish you were here."

Holy cow I haven’t written in a long time and am so freaking rusty.

When Kyojuro and Mitsuri answer this mission Mitsuri is still thinking about Kyojuro and being considerate of him. “So you can’t go home tomorrow….is that okay?” She not only sounds sad about this but is trying to support Kyojuro by asking if its okay, providing an opening to talk about it if he wants. But he doesn’t. Kyojuro doesn’t even allow himself to go into how it makes him feel in his -own thoughts-. In response to “is that okay?” his brain goes “it’s impossible.....the mission is more important.” The mission, other people’s lives are more important than my thoughts and needs and while yes, this can be seen as admirable, its heartbreaking and unhealthy that Kyojuro views it this way. He can’t even bring himself to admit that it makes him sad that he can’t go home. I suspect (and this is my personal opinion) that the reason for that is because Kyojuro wouldn’t be able to view that as anything other than being selfish and cruel. “I don’t get to see my family? Well, Kyojuro these people are being brutally murdered, eaten etc and won’t get to see anyone again”. So Kyojuro has continued to completely ignore his feelings and his wants, because again, lives come before emotional wants. And while I really don’t view that as wrong, I do find it heartbreaking that its to this extreme because Kyojuro does it every time.

He says “of course we have to face it”. Absolute. “We have to”. Because if they don’t, who is going to? How many more people, how many more Slayers will get killed if they don’t? Kyojuro can’t bear that, and its truly a testament to his gentleness, kindness and his selflessness.

Also why is it impossible? Kyojuro works his ass off for the Corp, as do the other Hashira, he has the highest success rate but you’re telling me not one of the other Hashira could step in and help Mitsuri out so Kyojuro could be with his brother?

And this points out a major, major issue in the way the Demon Slayer Corp is set up and run. Because essentially nine people are carrying this entire organization. Nine people--nine humans are protecting all of Japan from demons. There’s no organized groups, no chain of command outside of the Hashira, the slayers don’t appear to get any regular additional training outside of what they come up with themselves, so no wonder it’s falling apart. They aren’t organized! If you had more people like Urodaki consistently training people throughout their time as a slayer maybe they would be able to handle these situations better and not just get completely wiped out! But because there’s barely any organization the strongest ones are overworked to the point that their personal needs are shoved aside and they are of course going to prioritize lives over their needs because protecting people is the whole point of their job.

But then Mitsuri whines about it, and Kyojuro laughs. I love how he doesn’t ignore Mitsuri’s whining, and that he does actually find humor in it, and then she says something that you know she learned from him “No matter how tired you are and move on”. Definitely learned that from her teacher and friend Kyojuro, but Kyojuro openly admits “that’s the struggle” and connects with her, probably one of the only times he’s been that open and honest to someone else in a way that’s more emotional. Mitsuri brings his walls down a little bit, and while he can’t pour his heart out to her about what he’s struggling with, he also doesn’t keep the brave older brother mask up at all times with her. Sometimes he lets it down, and Mitsuri openly and naturally embraces it. She softly prods, letting him know she’s here, willing to listen and support. And she provides that support but doesn’t push him or try to pull his feelings out of him. Just like she would for a real brother.