"Hey, Dio." Bulk whispered through his chapped lips "Can you do a fella a favor?"
"I'll think about it," Dio answered, still trying to plead to Death who was already disappearing.
"Get that bad, bad person, oke? Just like Bulk would do if he wasn't about to die."
Blood rose up to Bulk's throat and he coughed, a spatter of his essence landing on Dio's eternally cold cheek. The vampire only smirked.
"I'll make sure to do it more graciously." he laughed, and Bulk closed his eyes, seemingly content.
"F/uck you man," he muttered under his weakening breath, his sight foggy and mind being overtaken with white.
"F/uck you too, Bogan."
And with that, Bulk Bogan's breathing stopped, his limp body now motionless next to the couch he was so rudely dragged from by a woman he trusted. Dio sighed and hid his face in his hands. He hated Bulk Bogan. But he wouldn't hate anyone else the same way.
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OKAY WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY UH THE LAST SIMS STREAM MADE ME DRY INTO MY NOODLES AND THAT WAS NOT OKAY
Please zoom in to see more details, and someone in chat probably already mentioned that this is based on Michaelangelo's Pieta, but if they didn't, I just did lmao
The chrysanthemum is a flower of mourning, of course, since it's growing out of Bulk's stab wound, and the lyrics in the background are taken from Ceasar's theme,, you know the one.
Anyways tl;dr I'm a sucker for angst and goddaMN did you deliver
Thank you for bringing the memehouse to life, it lights up my day and makes college a bit more bearable.
(Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native speaker lol)
Lots of love,
Ama (Aymah)
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"I'll think about it," Dio answered, still trying to plead to Death who was already disappearing.
"Get that bad, bad person, oke? Just like Bulk would do if he wasn't about to die."
Blood rose up to Bulk's throat and he coughed, a spatter of his essence landing on Dio's eternally cold cheek. The vampire only smirked.
"I'll make sure to do it more graciously." he laughed, and Bulk closed his eyes, seemingly content.
"F/uck you man," he muttered under his weakening breath, his sight foggy and mind being overtaken with white.
"F/uck you too, Bogan."
And with that, Bulk Bogan's breathing stopped, his limp body now motionless next to the couch he was so rudely dragged from by a woman he trusted. Dio sighed and hid his face in his hands. He hated Bulk Bogan. But he wouldn't hate anyone else the same way.
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OKAY WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY UH THE LAST SIMS STREAM MADE ME DRY INTO MY NOODLES AND THAT WAS NOT OKAY
Please zoom in to see more details, and someone in chat probably already mentioned that this is based on Michaelangelo's Pieta, but if they didn't, I just did lmao
The chrysanthemum is a flower of mourning, of course, since it's growing out of Bulk's stab wound, and the lyrics in the background are taken from Ceasar's theme,, you know the one.
Anyways tl;dr I'm a sucker for angst and goddaMN did you deliver
Thank you for bringing the memehouse to life, it lights up my day and makes college a bit more bearable.
(Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native speaker lol)
Lots of love,
Ama (Aymah)
i unironically love this and the little piece of writing you added to it