#Father Matthew

[amethystina]

wondering about n9: To Live In Sin 😈🔥 tell us more if you’d like (whenever you have time, of course)

To Live In Sin is one of those fics that I started working on because there were simply too many thoughts and impressions crowding inside my head after I had finished watching The Guest. I was just so filled with emotions that I needed an outlet, if you know what I mean?

And, seriously: how could I possibly resist writing about a stoic, repressed Catholic priest realising he's having Gay Feelings™ for a reckless, annoying little shit he somehow ended up getting really attached to?

I have a type, okay?

But, admittedly, I didn't get very far before I was derailed by other projects. Or was guilted into putting it on hiatus, rather. But someday — maybe after a rewatch — I'll get back to it? I have about 1 000 words right now and it would end up being fairly short, I think.

Well, fairly short for being me, that is. Which means anything between 5-20k. Though it would get longer than that if I decide to make a second part where I turn it into a thruple. Because God knows my girl Gil Young deserves some love after putting up with the other two idiots for as long as she does.

ANYHOW. Here's a little snippet, specifically the part that just wouldn't leave me alone unless I wrote it down. Though keep in mind that it's set after the drama ends so warning for spoilers! (sort of)

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Choi Yoon was living in sin.

It wasn't the kind of sin that most people indulged in but, then again, he wasn't most people. To the average person, sin was drinking too much, stealing, committing adultery, or perhaps gambling away their family's saving. Selfish acts of greed and violence, hurting both themselves and those around them.

Yoon had very few vices along those lines, but he was still a sinner.

Because Choi Yoon coveted.

He yearned.

When he'd first realized it, what he coveted had been something he couldn't have — something he thought was forever out of his reach. Lost to the deep, bottomless darkness of the East Sea. And, in many ways, that had made it safe. Still a sin, for sure, but a temptation that tasted of grief and loss, over before it even began.

It wasn't dangerous to covet something he knew he could never have.

And so, despite knowing he shouldn't, he'd allowed the yearning to gain hold — didn't immediately push it away as he should have. Didn't admit to his treacherous thoughts during confession so they could be forgiven and cleansed, leaving him pure again.

He didn't want purity.

He didn't want to be forgiven.

He didn't want to forget.

Instead, he'd clung to the bone-deep, aching yearning, desperate for a fraction of what he'd lost, hungry for that spark of sacrilegious desire, reveling in how alive it made him feel. He found solace in how fiercely the emotions burned.

It had made it easier to deal with the grief.

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Yoon is doing GREAT, thanks for asking xD

WIP Tag Game

[pixelrhys-ocs]

^ Father Matthew ^

^ Father Petersons ^

You don't get to see the jumpscare.

Info below. If you vote, please consider giving me your thoughts! Or just say "[x] SWEEP" I genuinely do not mind.

Father Matthew is a priest sent to a cursed carnival and got trapped there, being forced to become the vessel of a false God and put to endless torment. He is a pathetic scaredy cat and very faint hearted. He likes animals, nice people and not being made fun of.

Father Petersons is the head priest at the Church and was the one who sent Matthew to the carnival. He is a fatherly figure (no pun intended) and sent himself to the carnival to find Matthew, as he felt like it was his responsibility to get him back. He likes The Monkees, boston creme donuts and his devotion to God.

Ringmaster is Ringmaster.

[lethiepie]

PAINSCREEK KILLINGS SPOILERS

I was thinking about Bernard, and how Matthew tried to frame him when Steven was around (and to fool the player as well, ofc) and at first you think "well that was an obvious move, I mean, Bernard is one of the few people still alive, makes sense matthew would try to blame him"

but guys. if Matthew, just like us, went through all Bernard's diaries and secrets, he found out Bernard killed Scott, he found out Bernard killed the only thing left of Sofia.

So Matthew didn't just randomly pick Bernard, he WANTED him to get caught so he could have his revenge duo Scott's death (and ofc so he wouldn't be a target for the police). He truly thought of every single move.

I know this might sound obvious, but I'm still just so fascinated with this game and how everything aligns gAH, I love gushing about it so much :'D

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Movie William Afton was born to be a killer..

[blueintimeart]

You'll understand when you're older and you're older now

[Hosea's campfire story // timestamp 5:40]

ID below cut

Image Descriptions

Panel 1: John Marston sitting cross-legged behind a campfire, head tilted down so that his hat is hiding his eyes. Text in image reads, "Been staring at that fire now for a long while now, Marston."

Panel 2: The night sky. The moon is shining to the right. The text reads, "... I had a father who used to say..."

Panel 3: Close up on the campfire. Text in image reads, "that if you stare into a fire long enough, you can see the whole world passing by."

Panel 4: Closeup on John's eye. His expression is contemplative.

Panel 5: Just a black background with text. Text reads, "Think I'm finally starting to get what he meant."

End ID.

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ DAD HEADCANONS ୧

SUMMARY: How I think Matt would act as a dad.

WARNINGS: None (you'll probably fall even more in love with him after this)

NOTES: This is my personal opinion, If you don’t agree with something let me know in the comments!

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INSTEAD - After you get pregnant, Matt starts paying even more attention to every little thing you do. He wants to make sure you are comfortable. If you say you are thirsty, he will show up with a bottle of water. If you say you are not comfortable in bed, he gets you more pillows.

He sees you getting up from the couch randomly, getting his attention. “Hey what is it? Do you need something that I can get you?” You chuckle seeing how worried he is. “Relax Matt, I’m just going to the bathroom.”

GENDER - Matt doesn’t really mind about the kid gender, he’s just happy over the fact he is having a baby with you. But I’m pretty sure he would be a girl dad.

ARGUMENTS - Matt refuses to argue with you in front of the children.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?!” You say, slightly louder than you should. You can see the frustration in his eyes. “Just answer me already!” He sighs. “Listen, I understand that you’re upset, but i’m not letting you do this in front of the kids alright?” He cups your cheeks with his hands and gives you a small peck on the forehead. “We will sort this out once they’re in bed, okay, sweetheart?”

GIRLY - If his daughter ever asks to paint his nails or play with his hair, he's one hundred percent down for it. Honestly, he’s down for anything their kids ask for.

COMMUNICATION - He ALWAYS tries to resolve arguments with his kids talking, he never hits them or raises his voice at them.

BOYFRIENDS - If his daughter ever starts dating, he would make sure to interrogate the boy like his life depends on it.

TOYS - He is constantly buying them new toys, stuffed animals, cute clothes, everything to make them happy, but of course not to the point were they get spoiled.

YOUTUBE - He would still try his best to keep up with the youtube videos. Of course sometimes he won’t be able to be there, but if he can, he will. Matt would love to put his kids in the videos (if they want to show up, of course) when it’s vlogs and challenges.

SUBSTANCES - Matt explains them how bad it is to drink, smoke or have any kind of drugs, so under his roof that is not happening.

TOGETHER - He wants to be present in every moment of their lives. Even if for some reason the two of you are no longer together and you have custody of the kids, he will be there for anything.

BOSTON - The visits to Matt's hometown will be way more frequent so that Marylou and James can see their grandchildren.

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that was it! i hope you have enjoyed it! give me your opinion in the comments!

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[travisdermotts]

the way he shoves him into the bus ajskdk

[evie-doesnt-write]

Lottie during Shauna’s pregnany

[taolaoo]

Hosea and Arthur's relationship is very dear to me. So so so father son coded. They are literally father and son. A funny, theatrical and charismatic father and his grumpy strong and equally theatrical son. I'm sure Hosea deserves a lot of the credit for how Arthur turned out in the end. They're alike. Like damn, they are so much alike. Not in looks, but they don't have to be. Because you don't have to be bound by blood to see the world the same way.

It will always warm my heart that Arthur himself admits that he always liked Hosea much more. When I first found out about it, I had no thoughts other than, yeah, it just feels right. It's the way it should be. It couldn't be otherwise. He was Hosea's son from the start and he continued to be Hosea's son until the very end.

Dutch van der Linde you don't belong here.

[ego-meliorem-esse]

July 13th, 1917

Be it from a sense of paternal concern or simply patriotic duty, Arthur made sure to leave his soldiers in the charge of an older Corporal and made his way to the quite pathetic excuse of a medical section where his son was left to rot.

Arthur had heard about the attack. He had been informed the day prior.

He had seen war and famine and sickness, but never like this. Arthur wasn't young, in any sense, and what wonders and strong political oppinions young men had, had left him a long time ago like a ship leaving the harbour in a hury to claim new land. This though, had left shock echoing within his tired, millenia old frame. He wasn't used to this.

Arthur made his way through the trenches with soldiers from every corner of the globe instantly stopping whatever they were doing prior and saluting him as if etiquette and rank mattered in hell. As if it was more importaint to greet the Higher ups than to survive long enough to even write a letter back to family. Arthur did understand that though. Routine and rules were the only thing keeping these poor and wretched souls from being consumed by thoughts of an imminent death.

The path to the section where Matthew was held was quite straightforward and quite familiar. He had marched to and from it hundreds of times and had a sort of automatic rithm in his step. Arthur made his way to the small and damp room with a fast pace indicative of familiarity, only to stop in his tracks in the shabbily built doorframe at the sight that awaited him in the corner.

Matthew sat in the corner of the sad makeshift medical section of the trenches, his back firm against the cold, damp wall.

His once-piercing blue-grey eyes were now clouded over with milky white cataracts, rendering him completely blind. The newly used gas had stolen his sight. His skin, once tanned and healthy, now bore the sickly pallor of a much older man who had endured unimaginable suffering.

Matthew's uniform, discarded in favour of his worn down undershirt, was now a tattered and stained relic of his time in the trenches. The not-white-anymore shirt clung to his emaciated frame as if decency still mattered in hell. The physical toll of the war was clear on his body. Not that Matthew would have to worry about seeing that any time soon. His hands, which had once held a rifle with resolve, now trembled even while resting on his thighs.

Despite his physical and emotional anguish, Matthew remained seated upright, his back pressed against the unforgiving, stained wall. A testament to his resilience if there was any left, a silent protest against the horrors that had taken his sight and left him broken in body and spirit.

As he sat there, his spirit reduced to a hollow shell, Matthew's face bore a mixed expression of utter defeat and complete indifference. His lips were drawn into a thin, lifeless line, and his cheeks were gaunt from the weight of his suffering. His blank, unseeing eyes stared into the abyss, as if waiting for answers and also hoping they'd never arrive.

In that moment, Matthew was not a representation of Canada; he was a young man who had been scarred and broken by the senseless brutality of war. The trenches around him buzzed with activity, but he remained isolated in his silent world of darkness and despair. The young medics job was done. He had patched Matthew up and left him to his own misery. Matthew was grateful.

Arthur stood there silently under the doorframe for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. A strange and unfamiliar twinge of emotion plucked and pulled on his conscience. He hadn't felt guilt in quite some time. This feeling was reserved for drunken nights spent in solitude with the doors to the room he resided in firmly locked so that his sliver of self-deprecating emotion wasn't witnessed by any but himself, while he drunk himself to unconsciousness.

He preferred the emotional solitude to this.

Arthur had believed himself to be capable of most things. Especially conversation and confrontation. He was quite good at those as centuries of existence had proved. He believed himself quite skilful with words. Most of the time he knew what to say and when to say it without it resulting in unwanted and unforeseen consequences, while still making sure his opinion was heard.

Arthur had no words forming as he stood in that doorframe. If Arthur was a good man, his reasoning would be that he felt such strong empathy and sadness that words wouldn't be enough to express the sorrow he felt at that moment. If Arthur was a good man he'd run to his son, assure him that this wouldn't happen ever again and that he was safe. If Arthur was a good man he would fall on his knees in front of his oldest son and beg for forgiveness.

Arthur wasn't a good man.

He could admit to his shortcomings, but to act on them was not in his nature.

So he stood there for another 5 or 6 minutes watching his son shallowly breathe in and out, hearing the boys lungs struggle to keep up with his muscles contraction and need for air.

He must have made a noise, as Matthew's head tilted slightly to the left, almost looking at Arthur but definitely not seeing him. Arthur looked back at him.

The room was quiet, save for the desperate plea of Matthews lungs to be put out of their misery.

Sensing nothing after a few moments, Matthew turned his head back towards the blank wall ahead.

Arthur silently turned his frame around and slowly started walking the path he had taken to get here. As he took a few steps, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

How he longed for that whiskey bottle and that dark room where he could lock himself in and slowly drift out of consciousness instead of facing his own mistakes.

Arthur definitely was not a good man.

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Connor Ingram, “X” 12.21.23

[ratatatastic]

"Good morning, Matt. I'm over here." *proceeds to look around widly like a dog being told a special word like b-a-l-l*

he looks so disgruntled having to locate people he must've been shit at the I SPY books as a kid

media availability | 6.14.24 (x)

[pixelrhys-ocs]

🥺father Matthew is your most attractive oc I think

who is my most attractive character/OC? tell me on or off anon

He can't believe his... 8 eyes! Or his ears. Or his heart. He's dying.

[fairytwles]

ya'll, if Hollywood ever needs a father-daughter casting, CAST MGG AND ELLA PURNELL I SWEAR

I don't know if anyone else will see the vision, but I do

[elisavi]

this tragic old men yaoi will be the death of me. have an edit.

[noirtek]

strahm is so compelling to me because he’s still a hero while being such a bad person in so many ways that people you just meet in your day to day life are bad people. he is not a serial killer he’s not ontologically evil he doesn’t scam dying people out of their life savings. but he is an asshole for no reason other than to make others feel stupid he’s misogynistic he’s motivated by neurotic obsession and ego he’s dismissive etc etc but he’s still so human and we as the audience get to see him reduced down to base human terror and smallness multiple times!! we get to see the construction and performance of his personality get stripped away to expose someone who’s just a man desperate to survive in spite of his circumstances and that makes the viewer want to root for him!! regardless of his motivations and day-to-day cruelty he’s just a man who wants to survive and to protect others!! and then he dies whimpering without learning ANYTHING!!!!!