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t-oppenheimer · 1 year ago

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Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Review

Steam said my original review was too long so I had to butcher it to fit it in. Here's the full and original intended review.

This game has excellent writing, and I can't understate that. It's the obligatory shell which ultimately forces me to turn away from an excellent story.

The first problem extends from the central conceit, even before the plot of a crusade against demons: a CRPG conversion of the Pathfinder roleplaying system. This comes with many hurdles, and this game clears them with finesse and clumsiness in equal measure. They have simplified the long list of 26 skills into a streamlined 11, not only because there were simply too many (I am not sure if the separation of Escape Artist and Acrobatics, or Use Magic Device and Spellcraft, are justified in the original rpg. Clearly Paizo agrees with me to some extent as will be discussed) and a number of them simply do not have application in a CRPG with necessarily finite interactions (sorry, no human writer can account for the player attempting to flirt with important NPCs at any given point of the narrative in advance) on a simulated two dimensional map (no flying, here). What's left is simple and efficient, Intelligence and Wisdom both get two "knowledge" skills to preserve the place that a high amount of skill ranks served, and all uses of all skills are intuitive.

What has come with more struggle is the refusal to address the "rocket tag" dynamics of gameplay which manifest themselves shortly after level 5. There are people who love this type of gameplay and I am not saying in and of itself it is a bad design direction: the first edition of Pathfinder endured so long for reasons. The way the 'machine', the way the rules of the game are interpreted, adjudicates certain situations turns precise and remarkable combat situations into eye twitching slogs. Two examples, both relatively early in the game (Act 1 and Act 2) with minimum spoilers:

Your party enters a room with 4 Dretches, sloth demons. They are at such a distance away from you that your melee fighters cannot strike them in the first turn, or maybe they won initiative. At any rate, each of them begins the combat by casting stinking cloud, a DC 13 Fortitude Save. In my experience of running these games, I might have the dretches cast the spell in strategic choke points, or around themselves to encourage indirect combat (archery) or compel magical counterplay (dispersal with wind). As it is a utility spell with too few applications, no wind spells are available in Wrath of the Righteous, immediately stripping spellcasters of use in this type of encounter. That in and of itself is inelegant but there is one more thing that the machine decides to do which makes this low level encounter a hassle every time it happens (and it is by no means uncommon throughout act 1): The dretches all place their clouds directly on top of allies. The original description reads: Any creature that succeeds on its save but remains in the cloud must continue to save each round on your turn. This is a poison effect. They incorporated this rule element correctly. I argue that allowing the clouds to stack has only negative effects on gameplay, and must be categorized as an incorrect ruling. When each spell is cast, every party member in the area is forced to make a save. And then, when their turn begins, they make a new save against each cloud individually. This spell can completely disable characters for up to five rounds since they leave the cloud. If a game master looked me in the eye and told me I needed to make upwards of five saves against an identical disabling effect per character in a row, every round in some rooms, I would not tolerate a DM which expresses such clear animosity for me.

Second situation, you are forced to enter a room with ghouls pouring in It does not matter how your party entered the room, if it is possible for the ghouls to aggro your main character they are aggrod on your main character. That is annoying, but actually exploitable. I decide to reload the save and have my character slip into the next room which has a tighter door and make a choke point with two tanks, and from there we're running them down with cleaves and arrows, I cannot ask for a more efficient configuration. That is, until the game decides that seven ghouls mashing their face into two suits of armor doesn't make sense. Rather than change any of their tactics, the game simply started allowing them to pass to attack my character. I would simply stand up and leave if a human game master gave this situation to me. I don't need to be here, I don't need to put up with this.

This game is glitchy, and nearly every glitch happens to fall to the enemy's favor. I don't think I can recommend this game in good faith based on how, even when everything goes right, I cannot convince a machine to not have a personal animus it does not in fact possess: this game master is presented to you "as is" and the best you can do is drop the difficulty all the way down, as if to say "fine, I never even liked the stupid game anyway, screw this". This is no victory, though, as even if your whole party can now move through the game as wind passes over the plain, other problems rear their head.

Your party moves intolerable slow over maps, and the best thing you can do to mitigate takes resources it shouldn't. In the tabletop game, dragging pieces to where they need to be is a matter of a hand gliding over a mat. Moreover, to leave an area all that needs to be done is the declaration, and the whole scene is swept aside for the next. But in this game, all space must be recognized so all space is walked. Nothing is taken for granted, and this drags the pace of the game out.

The game maintains an inequity between classes, and creates new ones with it's attempts at streamlining. The Rogue is a simply bad class-- they have to fulfill special conditions to merely meet the damage of a well built fighter while having worse armor, for a benefit which is typically irrelevant, as you can shape your party of six to have all of the skills you need. Spellcasters have all of their utility options stripped of them as described before, so if you're not optimizing for damage you're not optimizing for anything. Take all spell penetration feat taxes or watch spell after spell fizzle. This also goes for all party members.

Speaking of the party of six, your character's "protagonist" role makes the game unforgiving in a way that the Pathfinder RPG was never meant to be: When your character dies in the original RPG there were a thousand solutions to that problem. Maybe your party could seek a resurrection ritual, and that could be as simple as visiting a cleric or a whole plotline could be created out of it. Maybe that quest alone could splinter into so many roleplay possibilities-- a party member could look into becoming a Lich in order to protect you forever into the afterlife, or another party member could seek to exchange their soul for yours in a heroic sacrifice. Maybe they need to make a massive diversion from the main quest to seek out a wizard's tower, or battle down into the boneyard to retrieve your soul. This is not to mention that maybe it's not a problem to be solved at all per-se. Character death can be an opportunity to rethink your strategy, to make a new character who won't suffer the problems of the old.

None of this is possible in Wrath of the Righteous. If your character dies, you reload a save and that's that. Experimenting with builds is a no go. All tactical decisions in and out of battle have to revolve around your character surviving. You will need to adopt every habit of bad faith gaming which sucks the life out of many tabletop groups; you will have to meta game, you will have to rest after losing a more than marginal amount of resources no matter what, you will have to create new kinds of tedium simply because tedium works.

And on tedium, the Crusades system is simply that bad. It is a scaled down strategy game which takes too long to work through (mostly due to the forced animations) and it nearly totally disconnected from your main story. There are, again, difficulty options to attempt to curb this annoyance, but that can make the situation far worse: if you relinquish control over the Crusades, you will inevitably and automatically build things which will cause disapproval among your ranks.

This game has a modding scene, but there devs have a slightly obnoxious attitude towards it. They disable achievements while it detects that you have gameplay mods on, as if to 'tut tut' us for cheating. That in and of itself would be merely eye roll inducing except that most Quality of Life mods also triggers the achievement disable. That means you are at least heartily discouraged from fixing the game yourself, which isn't great for a game so obviously flawed.

Finally, I must give a thought about the implementation of alignment. Wrath of the Righteous lives and dies on the alignment mechanic-- your character's morality and where it places them in the polarized cosmos. A story like this will likely become impossible to tell, since Paizo has now moved on from publishing for the Pathfinder RPG, in favor of Pathfinder 2nd Edition. This massively overhauls most of the rules of the game, and now they seem intent to sweep away many artifacts of the original rpg which were intent on making the transition from one to the next easier. It was decided that alignment was, at the best of times, contradictory and confusing. Given that, the choices for approaching this story may fall between a ten year old set of books which require a group of competent players to run or this piece of software. It is a shame that I have to report that, even in terms of convenience, just buying the books and reading through them may provide an easier, if incomplete experience.

I thought I'd complete the game before making this review, but two abandoned characters and a hundred hours on, my hand was forced, and it was forced to a negative review. A glitch of some kind broke the main quest's progression, and I cannot move on to Act 4 of the story. Realize that all of these severe problems I have mentioned to you crop up fairly early in the game. None of this is mentioning Act 4, which seems to get universal derision for having a needlessly difficult to navigate map and quest lines.

There is an overwhelming amount of good writing in this software, but time and time again the 'game' will present you with obnoxious hurdles before you can get from one piece to the next. So many unique and interesting companions don't get their time to shine because their niche overlaps with yours too much, or they're just not that useful. Getting locked into certain kinds of decisions gives replay value, yes, but that involves going through all of that again. And I can't for the life of me recommend a game which has proven so difficult in every way it shouldn't be.

TL:DR Great story which is all gas no breaks all the way through… but a glitchy, frustrating and inadequate shell of mechanics and systems entrap it and keep it from soaring to the heights it needs to.

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dabihawksluvr · 8 months ago

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YES, people don't understand or utilize this enough! They think anything they see, they just have to comment on. But unless someone is holding them at gunpoint, they can simply block and scroll away. Then commenting on things shows they think the internet is meant to be specifically constructed solely for their own interests.

YES! Credit should be shared, and links should be freely given. I understand that, maybe at first, they do it to gauge interest for the fic/art and then post the link after. But gatekeeping that stuff is not cool, I'm glad there are people who go looking for these things regardless so they will eventually be found and shared by the right people...but it's still not good fandom etiquette.

This needs to be common sense, just PLEASE look at the tags/filters before reading! It's understandable that some authors may not do this correctly, but it doesn't mean y'all should ignore the tags already given and then complain when you were CLEARLY warned!

I'm 50/50 on this. Some people may want to read fics that are not their usual taste, but if they have certain triggers they should filter them out. And writers should ALWAYS properly tag their fics.

I understand this point, and it's why I write mainly on Quotev for my fics. On that site, I can write drafts all I want and it won't show up on my list until I actually start posting things. I wish sites did this more, because it is super helpful.

Ugh, I hate seeing the spams of 'update plz' and how toxic people can be with it. I remember when Reitanna Seishin had 'finished' Muffins, but people kept on spamming her to write more and she eventually did...then people complained about it. And I've seen this with a lot of SU AU comics, a few good ones were eventually just dropped because people couldn't stop themselves from harassing the artists for the next 'update'. It causes authors/artists to just quit what they're doing, because people feel entitled to their time and work.

I half agree with this. If an author says to not rate, then I understand that (I will respect their request because I know getting rated is a sensitive thing for some). But if it's posted on the internet, someone is going to 'rate' or 'review' it regardless.

I agree with this 100%. If it's not your fic, don't re-post it without the author's explicit permission.

I agree with this 100%. If you post a response/comment, expect to get feedback for it at some point.

This is why fanfic is so sacred, it's in a gray area because we are using already existing (copyrighted) characters for our own writing and not getting a penny for it. Those who fic bind and sell them are absolute trash, they don't care if the entirely of fandom (which is 90% fanfic/art) gets taken down over this.

I agree, but here is my point on it. I use AI Chat Bots to help give me ideas, I don't just copy and paste the text it gives me and say it's my own writing. It's the same as using bases or references in art, or like reading a book and getting a base idea for what you want to write from that. Anyone who just uses copy/paste for fanfic is not a writer, they are using the guise of being an 'author' to be part of a community they want to infiltrate.

This is a legit issue? I had personally never thought of asking another author to BETA for me, the most I do is ask my brother and his partner for advice. Or I ask another online friend to check and see if my fic sounds good to them.

Oh, this is 100% true. Every time I see any drama with a creator, it's always from a jealous 'hater' who wants their attention 24/7. And people will even dox these creators, which is even worse.

I agree. As I am personally ok with any (legal) ships, I have no issue seeing ships I may not initially like or think about. So it baffles me that so many just get so pissy about seeing ships they dislike getting any form of attention.

This is very true, especially for fics. Popularity does not always mean your writing is being received well, it just means a lot of eyes are on it. And it's just a lot of pressure to assume that every writer has to write a 'big fic' to be taken seriously.

I understand that there can be 'universal' fandom headcanons that the majority agree with, but if someone has a different idea about a character that's ok too! (I personally enjoy Trans Bakugo and Blasian Izuku headcanons but I know it's not a strict line to follow in fandom)

YES! Authors/artists are people, they are NOT their content. I understand that internet celebs are becoming more prominent in recent years, but this isn't Hollywood. A lot of the creators we follow are just like us, they just so happened to make something that a lot of people enjoy.

It really does feel like fandom is being invaded, and not in a good way. There is specific rules we all follow in fandom culture, but these new people coming in think they can do whatever they want and cause trouble for everyone else. They may be the loud minority, but it's causing everyone else to see us as 'bad'.

fanfic/fandom ettiquite guide

Okay, I've seen some things recently that make me think there is some need to make a master post of some general fandom and fic ettiquite just because some people may not know and I think there's a huge wave of fanfic becoming more mainstream especially on apps like tiktok.

If you don't like it, don't engage with it!! I think this above all, is the golden rule of fandom. The internet is made for you to be able to mute, hide, and censor things you don't like. DO THAT! don't make a career off of hating things. This goes along with the three laws of fandom, which u should check out FIRST OF ALL.

DON'T GATEKEEP!! If you're posting about a fic, art, ANYTHING link it, credit it! Don't post a tiktok about a fic and then refuse to give the name. Not only are you failing to credit the creators of this content, but you're taking away from the fact that fandom is a COMMUNITY where content is meant for everyone.

Ao3 is an archive. You're going to see things you might not like or even find offensive or uncomfortable. But fanfic is not meant to be censored. Ao3 is made to be unfiltered, people can post anything and everything. Posting fics on other sites simply to shame their content not only brings MORE attention to it, but it's pointless. If you want a website that is censored go to wattpad. And of course, if you don't like it DON'T READ. You can filter your tags and warnings on ao3 so it won't show you that content.

Along those lines LEARN HOW TO USE AO3. There is no algorithm, it is not tiktok. You don't need to censor words in your tags. Your fics are not magically getting pushed out to people. Make sure you're using "person 1/person 2" for romantic relationships and "person 1 & person 2" for non-romantic relationships. Make sure things like non-con and underage are tagged under the warnings. AND AS A READER, know how to filter ships and tags to find the content you want. You can filter by kudos, certain tags, exclude certain relationships or characters etc. USE IT.

Do not create placeholder fics or other "non fics" on ao3. This is against their terms of service. You can (and probably will) be reported, this annoys people endlessly. We don't want to find a fic and open it to see "I haven't written this yet, sorry!" JUST SAVE A DRAFT OR DO IT IN A DOCUMENT? this seems like way to rack up hits, and it comes across as disingenuous, I don't see a real valid reason to make placeholders.

HOW TO WRITE AN ACCEPTABLE COMMENT: long is not important. A simple "loved this!" will make an author happy. DO NOT say any variation of "update pls?" regardless of how nice you think it is. Authors update when they can.I'm not the only author I've seen unhappy with this. JUST WAIT, either it will be updated or it won't, and either way you will live. If you have nothing nice to say about a fic?? MOVE ON. Don't leave a hate comment.

Do not rate or publicly shit on fanfic! A lot of authors know many people, and the chances of that author seeing whatever you're saying about their work is very high. If you don't like it, click off and read something else. If it's still living rent-free in your mind, that sounds like fan behavior to me. And there is no standard fics are supposed to meet, don't rate them.

Don't cross-post fics. Don't put fics on other sites, don't put translation on other sites. DON'T DO ANYTHING with a fic without checking with the author first. On that note, also don't post fics on GoodReads etc. unless an author explicitly says it's okay.

IF YOU DO NOT MARK YOUR BOOKMARKS AS PRIVATE AUTHORS CAN SEE THEM!! If you're going to say anything that isn't positive, you better mark that as private or better yet, move on. Don't say anything on a public bookmark you wouldn't want the author to read.

YOU CANNOT PROFIT OFF OF FANFIC, don't sell bound fics! Don't bind fics if the intention is to sell them. You're potentially creating a lawsuit for the authors of these fics and putting the existence of fanfic in danger. I've seen multiple authors debating taking fics down because of binding issues, just don't do it. AND IF YOU'RE BUYING BOUND FICS YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM. it's selfish and I wish bad karma upon you.

You wouldn't think I'd have to say this but don't plagiarize or use AI to create fics/art etc. firstly making ai write something IS a form of plagiarism. bUT ALSO just write your own content. If you can't, then writing fics etc. is just not for you. No shame about it!

DON'T ASK AUTHORS TO BETA FOR YOU!! You wouldn't believe how many people have asked me to beta their fics for them, I AM NOT A BETA. I HAVE a beta because my proofreading skills are shit. If someone wants to beta they will offer, or go find a blog or somewhere where people are looking to beta. Like @needabeta You can even make a post asking around for a beta, but don't go bug your favorite authors to proofread your fics.

Really just don't harass authors. Of course, don't be afraid to send nice dms, asks, or comments if their inbox is open, but don't spam them especially if they don't reply. Respect boundaries! Don't send nasty anons, everyone knows this is a sign of jealousy and obsession. You're only succeeding in making yourself look bad. Ask yourself why is this author living rent-free in your mind, hm??

If you don't like a ship, stay away from the content geared towards that ship. There's no reason for you to be in people's inbox harassing them over a ship. It's never that deep. If you truly hate it so much, go consume the content for ships you DO like.

Stay grounded. This goes to both fic authors and readers alike. Hits and popularity are not the mark of a good fic. Getting a lot of hits doesn't mean it's good and NOT getting many doesn't mean it's bad. I'm tired of seeing tiktoks asking "so what's the next big fic?" WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A "BIG FIC"? go look through the ao3 tag and find something you like to read, it doesn't have to be what everyone else is reading.

Headcanons are not law. People can think whatever they want about the characters. If you disagree with someone's hc, just move on... and just because a headcanon is popular, doesn't mean everyone has to abide by it. Be creative!

Don't treat artists and authors like celebs! We're all in this together! We're all losers who like the same characters and ships. Of course, compliment and be kind to all creators because we put a lot of time and effort into creating fan content for you all, but don't worship anyone. Don't treat them weirdly or make a post like "omg x followed me!" that's a bit weird. If you want to be excited, dm your friends and giggle together, but acting like authors and artists etc. are celebs only creates the room for people to stop seeing them as normal people and start acting rude or entitled. And many people are uncomfortable with it!!

TLDR; stop creating so much negativity in fandom spaces. At least in MY fandom it's just constantly shitting on ships, fics, art. It's hate anons, antis, and constant fighting about every headcanon. I'M TIRED OF IT! Learn to filter out content you don't want to see, and move on with your life instead of spreading more negativity.

If you have anything you think I should add shoot me a comment or an ask and I will add it! I'm sure I didn't get everything :) this mostly applies to my own experience being in the hp/marauders fandom for a good 10+ years, and I'm sure it varies slightly from fandom to fandom.

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alexianne · 6 years ago

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In an article written by Rick Warren, he wrote, “(t)here is a strong belief in our culture that influences every one of us, whether we want to or not: if it feels good, do it. But when you allow yourself to be manipulated by your moods, you are living your life according to your feelings. God wants you to live a different kind of life. He wants you to live a life of faith, not a life of feelings”.

Faith is defined by Merriam-Webster as a strong belief and trust in and loyalty [to God]. Putting our faith in someone entails confidence that the object of our faith is something or someone that is genuine, unshakeable, and unchanging. If that whom we’re putting our faith in has these characteristics, then that someone would serve as an anchor that would keep us grounded no matter what the world convince us to be, and a compass that would give us direction in times of indecisiveness and through worst cases of mood swings (at least, for all the ladies out there).

Feelings, on the other hand, are defined as an emotional state or reaction; a belief, especially a vague or irrational one. The fact that feelings are described as vague and irrational, and are tagged as just a state clearly reflects its instability. Given its definition, this makes feelings something that we cannot really hold on to in times of confusion or loss.

When I first became a Christian, you wouldn’t have to ask me to pray or read the Bible. I was the textbook definition of ‘being on fire’: I was always excited to commune with God like the excitement of one who is about to ride a roller coaster. I was, in hindsight, definitely walking with the Lord with my feelings. But the past weeks has been a repetitious whirlwind for me (if the term 'repetitious whirlwind’ even makes sense to anyone). I have been doing the same things at work over and over, in increasing volume each day. While I successfully accomplish every task I had for the day despite the increase in volume, I happen to neglect some of the most important things that I should be doing, which is to meditate on God’s word. When I started working, I used to be able to read and meditate on the Bible while riding the bus on my way to work. But lately, I am just utilizing the trip by catching up on the sleep that I feel I lack. And while I think that I am spending my time correctly, I know deep down that I am losing a lot more the longer I continue on this kind of set-up. I am losing the chance and the discipline to deepen my relationship with God. It was at this point after I came to this realization that I came across the aforementioned article by Rick Warren. What smacked me right in the gut was this line that says, “if you want to deepen your relationship with God, you have to spend time with Him even when you don’t feel like it. People who have a regular, consistent quiet time with God didn’t get there because every morning they woke up and wanted to spend time with God. They got there because the woke up and spent time reading the Bible and praying even if they were tired or didn’t feel like it.”

Lately, I just read the Bible whenever I feel like I am in the right disposition to read the Bible (a.k.a. I am not feeling sleepy). I did not notice that I have come to the thinking that I have to be in the perfect condition to reach out to God. Lately, I am just praying for myself; I am praying for the daily provision, that He may deliver me from all evil, and that I may feel His presence so that all my thoughts, words, my heart, and all the works of my hands will be guided by Him. And while there is nothing wrong with that, I have only done what is within my comfort zone, and have forgotten the feeling of being blessed whenever I pray for my Jerusalem, Judea, and Samaria. I belatedly remembered that in keeping a relationship—any and all relationship—there should be effort coming from both sides, one of the best efforts I could do on my side is to pray for them.

Exerting effort is hard; being consistent and developing discipline is way harder. But that is how we will be able to keep relationships. Relationships are always two-way, and our relationship with God is no different. Once we keep up with our part of the relationship, we will start seeing God, His work in our lives, and all His promises coming to fruition. All we have to do is to keep going. Keep going, no matter what. Keep going, and get back up and keep going once we stumble. And right now, I know I have stumbled. But with the new me, I am choosing to get back up instead of having my shame get the best of me like the old me used to do. I am choosing to continue with my life with God than go back to the life I used to live without God. I am choosing God’s promises over my own comfort zone. And that may take time, or physical limitation may get in the way, or I may forget from time to time, but all I know is that I will keep on pushing even if I don’t feel like it.

I would like to end this post of mine with another couple of lines from the same Rick Warren article: Faith is being persistent. Faith is refusing to give up no matter how tired you are or how many other things you think you should or wish you could be doing.

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libraryofalexianne-jia · 6 years ago

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In an article written by Rick Warren, he wrote, "(t)here is a strong belief in our culture that influences every one of us, whether we want to or not: if it feels good, do it. But when you allow yourself to be manipulated by your moods, you are living your life according to your feelings. God wants you to live a different kind of life. He wants you to live a life of faith, not a life of feelings".

Faith is defined by Merriam-Webster as a strong belief and trust in and loyalty [to God]. Putting our faith in someone entails confidence that the object of our faith is something or someone that is genuine, unshakeable, and unchanging. If that whom we're putting our faith in has these characteristics, then that someone would serve as an anchor that would keep us grounded no matter what the world convince us to be, and a compass that would give us direction in times of indecisiveness and through worst cases of mood swings (at least, for all the ladies out there).

When I first became a Christian, you wouldn't have to ask me to pray or read the Bible. I was the textbook definition of 'being on fire': I was always excited to commune with God like the excitement of one who is about to ride a roller coaster. I was, in hindsight, definitely walking with the Lord with my feelings. But the past weeks has been a repetitious whirlwind for me (if the term 'repetitious whirlwind' even makes sense to anyone). I have been doing the same things at work over and over, in increasing volume each day. While I successfully accomplish every task I had for the day despite the increase in volume, I happen to neglect some of the most important things that I should be doing, which is to meditate on God's word. When I started working, I used to be able to read and meditate on the Bible while riding the bus on my way to work. But lately, I am just utilizing the trip by catching up on the sleep that I feel I lack. And while I think that I am spending my time correctly, I know deep down that I am losing a lot more the longer I continue on this kind of set-up. I am losing the chance and the discipline to deepen my relationship with God. It was at this point after I came to this realization that I came across the aforementioned article by Rick Warren. What smacked me right in the gut was this line that says, "if you want to deepen your relationship with God, you have to spend time with Him even when you don't feel like it. People who have a regular, consistent quiet time with God didn't get there because every morning they woke up and wanted to spend time with God. They got there because the woke up and spent time reading the Bible and praying even if they were tired or didn't feel like it."

Exerting effort is hard; being consistent and developing discipline is way harder. But that is how we will be able to keep relationships. Relationships are always two-way, and our relationship with God is no different. Once we keep up with our part of the relationship, we will start seeing God, His work in our lives, and all His promises coming to fruition. All we have to do is to keep going. Keep going, no matter what. Keep going, and get back up and keep going once we stumble. And right now, I know I have stumbled. But with the new me, I am choosing to get back up instead of having my shame get the best of me like the old me used to do. I am choosing to continue with my life with God than go back to the life I used to live without God. I am choosing God's promises over my own comfort zone. And that may take time, or physical limitation may get in the way, or I may forget from time to time, but all I know is that I will keep on pushing even if I don't feel like it.

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serifsans · 4 years ago

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Until now, I've avoided a social media presence. Of course I accepted a long time ago that such things are no mere passing fad (Of course, whatever the hell is wrong with passing fads? I really do think we should have more of them. Remember when everyone lost their minds over avocado green? You'd find it everywhere. If you dropped a bit of guacamole on someone else's couch after a few drinks during a wild party, then who would even notice? Parties just aren't fun nowadays when everyone has stark white furniture that shows everything.) but when you commit to something, what's the point unless you give it your all?

I had to put a lot of thought into this, you know. I had to pick the right platform to best express myself. You don't want to select the wrong website because if you decide on something you're not best suited for, that reflects badly on you, your life's choices, your brand, and all your choices. This is important, clearly. I don't half-ass things, darling. I boldly go forward and whole ass them.

Creating and editing videos was simply out of the question because that's more work that I'm willing to commit to at this time with my schedule. I have parties to attend. I can't create a video log (I've heard that they're called vlogs because everything needs a snappy name.) if I have to hurry off to someone or another's niece's baby shower. I simply do not understand why I've been invited to so many baby showers. Yes, it's only been twice but I think that's two too many, dear. I've never even held a baby. Why would anyone trust me with a child? More than that, I looked at the video website and they're all talking about makeup they clearly don't understand how to apply or dipping things into cheese. Sometimes they crush soap and speak directly into your ears for reasons beyond me. I did not give you permission to whisper into my ears. Speak up or don't speak at all, that's what I say.

I found an application that allows you to make short videos but I saw one video of a recipe and it was so absolutely horrible that I deleted it off of my phone and apologized to it for subjecting it to nameless horrors.

There's the website where everything you say must be pared down into tidy little soundbites but where's the fun in that? I've never been concise on my life. It's so dreary and I, for one, never stand for dreariness.

Ugh, and I suppose there's that website that doesn't even need to be named that's not even a book so why does it have book in the name, hm? Everyone and their mother (especially their mother) insists that I must, must, must join it but I refuse. I've seen enough faces. Also, and this is really the most important thing here, if I join that website, then they'll try to sell me leggings or oils that aren't essential so stop calling them that or candles. No. I sell you candles. Your candles are an inferior product. My candles are made of the finest waxes and have a complex scent bouquet and if you stop by my shop -The Baskervilles, lovely place, we still have some winter tablecloths on clearance for 75%- it's buy three, get one 50% off until the end of hte week.

So here I am! I am making my debut. Yes, darlings, I -Jean-Paul V. Poinsette, the V stands for Vivienne- am joining the masses by using technology. Exhilarating, I know. I received a link via a very interesting conversationalist I met on a website for connecting people who then promptly stole my business cards. I think the poor dear thought it was my wallet. I suppose I ought to delete that particular application off my phone but having your business cards stolen isn't something that happens every day. I need excitement in my life. Drama. Flair.

Is this a blog? I've always thought that the word 'blog' is really a very funny word because what does it even mean? Of course it must be derived from the word 'log' but where does the 'b' come from? Mystery of the ages. I'm sure we're all dying to know the answer. I know I'm on the edge of my seat.

This website's ridiculous, incidentally, absolutely ridiculous. The font choices...well, I suppose they get the job done well enough, I suppose, but where's the pizazz? The spirit? I have to talk in cursive or else it just doesn't look right.

Yours truly forever and ever,

#My life updates #Am I utilizing tags correctly?#I think that I have the hang of it but I always hate making an ass of myself.

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ybcpatrick · 3 years ago

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SORRY CATCHING UP ON GAMES, got tagged by @omegalomania and @heavens-dollar-store-gift fank yew zero and chicago i am sweetly holding both of ur hands <3

time: 11:19am

relationship status: single and should keep it that way for a while yet ksldfjsdkgjs

favourite colour: green!

favourite food: very specific brand of canned irish stew

song stuck in my head: the foundations of decay my maichem ickal romans

last thing i googled: ...transgender flag SWKAKEFKSDJ

dream trip: dude i rlly am not a travel person.. idk fuckin.. maybe chicago? new orleans?

something i want: for the wwe to actually utilize their supernatural characters correctly goddammit you HAVE KAYFABE? YOU LITERALLY HAVE A WHOLE PARALLEL UNIVERSE WITHIN YOUR SHOWS PLEAAAAAASE JUST USE IT STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE LET IT BE STUPID AND FUN ITS WRESTLINGNGGGGGNGNDFKFDJSJTHKD

i'm gonna taaaaag.. @thnksfrthmmrs @thekidsarentalright @fairyprince7 @deathchic @saliama and anybody else who wants to play!!!

#shut up kell #tag games

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goodqueenaly · 2 years ago

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Not me saying I had to quietly scream internally when I saw @warsofasoiaf tagged me in this post - not because I was mad I was tagged, because the suggestion of such a comparison is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I will never live down GRRM’s five little words to Amok all those years ago - they’re gonna haunt me for the rest of time.

Sure, Henry VIII was reported to be very athletic and handsome in his youth and became heavier later in life. You know who else experienced similar situations? Edward IV. George IV. William the Conqueror. (To give just a few examples, of course.) This is not, in other words, a situation unique to Henry VIII, nor is it rare in fiction - in fact, it’s such a trope that TV Tropes has a whole page called “Formerly Fit” (to say nothing of its pages on the related tropes “Adipose Rex” and “I Was Quite a Looker”). Indeed, even GRRM himself has used this trope a few times outside the context of Aegon IV. Robert Baratheon goes from “tall and handsome” in his youth, "muscled like a maiden’s fantasy” and “sitting his horse like a horned god” to “a fat man, red-faced under his beard, sweating through his silks”, who “walked like a man half in his cups”; Mace Tyrell is described as “a once-powerful man gone to fat, yet still handsome”; and while the statue made of Illyrio Mopatis in his youth shows a boy “lithe and handsome” and “poised to duel with a bravo's blade in hand“, Illyrio in the main novels is “a grotesque fat man” with “a huge white belly and a pair of heavy breasts that sagged like sacks of suet”, whose “bedrobe [is] large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion”. Nor indeed would GRRM have needed to think only of Henry VIII in order to decide on this physical depiction of Aegon IV: by depicting Aegon as “grossly fat [and] barely able to walk”, with “legs too weak to support his belly“, GRRM contrasts the king with both his sister-wife Naerys (described as “small of frame (and made smaller by having little appetite), with very fine features”) and his brother Aemon (that (outwardly) sterling example of knighthood, naturally excelling at the joust and swordplay and eventually dying in defense of his brother-king); by having Aegon die “a horrible death, his body so swollen and obese that he could no longer lift himself from his couch, his limbs rotting and crawling with fleshworms”, GRRM employs the classic literary tradition of having literal physical decay echo moral or spiritual decay (which he has done so successfully with both Tywin’s corpse and the city of Volantis). Far from simply copy-pasting Henry VIII’s physical journey onto Aegon IV, then, the author I think is using a trope with which Henry VIII is popularly associated (but which is not specific only to him) and which he himself has utilized to make thematic and character points about Aegon IV.

Additionally, it bugs so much to equate Aegon IV’s “womanizing ways” with Henry VIII when Henry was far from the most openly lascivious monarch (especially by the standards of his own time). To be clear, I am not suggesting that Henry VIII never had extramarital sexual relationships - he absolutely did. However, compare Henry VIII, who tended to be pretty discreet in his extramarital relationships, with his contemporary Francis I, who installed two consecutive noblewomen in the official role of the king’s mistress at his court. Compare Henry VIII, who acknowledged exactly one extramarital child, with his contemporary Charles V, who fathered four extramarital children. And this is to say nothing of the many, many monarchs before and after Henry VIII who pursued any number of extramarital affairs and had any number of extramarital children: @warsofasoiaf correctly refers Augustus the Strong, and I would also think that Louis XIV (with his multiple official and unofficial mistresses and at least 13 extramarital children he fathered by them) and Charles II (with his likewise many official and unofficial mistresses and at least 13 extramarital children fathered by him on them) are both as much if not more inspirations for Aegon IV compared to Henry VIII. To liken a man who was married to one woman - and for much of that marriage happily - for more than 20 years, who I think it’s fair to say did not set out with the goal of marrying six women in turn, who had exactly three specific, verifiable extramarital sexual relationships (about each of which we know extremely little), to a man who “did not count a night complete until he had spent himself in a woman”, who had the City Watch ensure that “the brothels - and even the decent women of the city - were available for [his] lusts”, and who “claimed he had slept with at least nine hundred women” over the course of his life, seems totally nonsensical to me. As much as I can say GRRM may have been drawing on (the popular image of) certain of Henry’s wives for some of Aegon’s mistresses - vivacious, perhaps ambitious dark-haired Barba as a vague Anne Boleyn analogue; her “best-loved” opposite Melissa Blackwood as Anne’s opposite and Henry’s supposedly best-loved; Jane Seymour; Bethany Bracken as a sort of take on Katherine Howard - I think there’s just as much to draw on here from other famous royal mistresses (indeed, I’m very much convinced that Barba Bracken was named by GRRM after Barbara Villiers, while Melissa Blackwood may owe more than a bit to Louise de Kerouaille).

I can believe GRRM was generally inspired to give Aegon IV aspects of a broad, over-the-top caricature of the popular imagination of Henry VIII. I’m certainly not here to lionize or elevate Henry VIII as a shining example of human decency. But simplistically equating the historical figure of Henry with the fictional figure of Aegon is so completely off-base to me.

Aegon IV seems a pretty close comparison to Henry VIII, with their womanising ways and obesity in later life. How do they stack up when compared as kings? Was Henry as incompetent as Aegon?

Both did demonstrate a rather marked incompetence at war (he seemed adequate early in life in Daeron's Dornish War, I'm talking about after he became a king). Although Henry never accidentally burned down a forest with medieval napalm, he did bankrupt the realm to shortly conquer Boulogne - although kings were chronic bankrupts. Aegon IV didn't completely split the Faith of the Seven, but Henry didn't (to my knowledge) fritter away priceless heirlooms.

I will defer to @goodqueenaly when it comes to Henry's wives and womanizing. I've always seen him more as Duke Augustus the Strong in that respect, who did have multiple bastard children.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#warsofasoiaf #aegon iv targaryen #henry VIII of england #historical parallels

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oldtowrs · 4 years ago

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˗ˏˋ LOVELY PRESENCE; obi-wan kenobi x handmaiden!reader

SUMMARY - the reader, a handmaiden and obi-wan’s love, visits the jedi temple to spend a last evening together before obi-wan is sent on a mission to corellia, and finds him in the middle of training. needless to say, obi-wan throws caution to the wind and shameless fluff ensues

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A/N - ayyy... its more of my golden boy, haha. i don’t know what you all expected really. this is really just shameless fluff for fluff’s sake. i hope you all enjoy. and please i don’t want to get any comments saying ‘they could’ve gotten caught, blah blah.’ yes i know, that’s the point. i said shameless fluff did i not? small font and no caps is intentional. and for the story’s sake, just pretend that no one saw obi-wan and the reader, okay? okay. also i’m going to tag @obaewankenobis and @karasong / @hellotherekenobi bc they liked the excerpt i posted from this piece. here’s the full thing enjoy :)

WARNINGS - obi-wan in a tank top. i said what i said.

coruscant shone golden in the last rays of the setting afternoon sun. the buildings, huge pillars of metal and glass, reflected the golden light every which way, illuminating the many hovercraft that flew through the coruscanti airspace, looking like little trails of stardust in the sky. the sky, with its painted gradient of vibrant hues, and clouds which interrupted the color in such elegant ways, acted as a beautiful backdrop for the gleaming city.

as padme’s advisor and handmaiden, you had seen many beautiful sunsets and sunrises, the sun rising from or melting into one of the many beautiful lakes of naboo. but none of them could’ve paralleled the gleaming grandeur of coruscant, the seat of power of the republic, in her final golden hour.

but even as you admired the beauty of the city-planet, you knew there was a beauty more divine than that of naboo and of coruscant and of the whole inner rim combined: and he was standing before you in the gardens of the jedi temple,wielding his lightsaber in preparation for the mission he was to depart on come morning. his auburn hair fell into his slightly freckled face, into his beautiful blue eyes that shone like a thousand stars, as he moved. his jedi robes had been laid upon a stone bench, discarded in the heat of training, leaving him in nothing but his dark trousers tucked into his leather boots, and a black, sleeveless undershirt. the shirt revealed his freckled shoulders and muscular arms as he swung his saber in arcs about him, and the sun seemed to both seep into his skin like honey and glow upon touching the lovely freckles surface. every part of him was awash in gold as the sun kissed his skin and danced about his beard and hair, turning the auburn strands into warm, roughspun gold.

he was beautiful in all that he was, strong and dedicated and driven by peace and focus, as a high ranking jedi master and general should be. he was a honeyed, shining golden in the brilliant sun. and he was all yours.

obi-wan.

then, in a moment he had turned to face you, his lightsaber spinning in a wide, elegant arc until the hilt came to a halt by his head, the end of the saber outstretched, opposing hand pointing directly at you. those beautiful blue eyes that you so dearly loved seemed to shine with the light of a thousand stars as his gaze met yours. a smile immediately lifted the corners of his lips. he hurriedly began to make his way towards you, dropping the saber to his side, the blade withdrawing into nothingness as he forged his way through the gardens.

‘darling!’

the endearment was almost a sigh of relief, of comfortability, as it passed his sweet lips and graced your ears with its soft tenor and lilt of his elegant coruscanti accent.

he clipped his lightsaber to the leather utility belt about his hips, before taking your face in his hands and placing his lips gently on yours. his thumbs traced delicate circles on your cheeks, and you felt him smile into the kiss as your heated blush rose to meet his touch. he smelled of his soaps and colognes, of his soft linens, of the garden, of him, of home and you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss happily.

panic filled your heart as you suddenly pulled away from him, hands delicately wrapping around his forearms, as you tried reluctantly to pull out of the kiss that had you falling faster and faster into his lovely orbit.

‘obi-wan! someone might see!’

obi-wan's eyes turned soft, the stars in his eyes dimming only so his love could shine through. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and while you were still worried about being caught kissing a jedi, risking everything obi-wan had ever known, you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, into his touch. your hands, significantly smaller and more delicate than his, slid gently up his bare arms to cover his as they continued to caress circles upon circles of his love into your skin.

‘don’t worry, sweetling,’ he murmured, the words gentle against your forehead as they graced the space-though it was limited-between you two. ‘there’s no presence but yours for at least the next several hundred yards.’

it was true. what with the galactic war, the jedi order had been spread thin. even the jedi council hadn’t had a meeting at which all members were present for months; or at least that was what obi-wan told you in the quiet hours of the night in which he returned, from long days of maintaining the order of the galaxy, to his chambers-to the image of you tucked delicately beneath his linens or your silks. those were the hours before his words turned sugary sweet and more intimate and began to accompany a plethora of gentle kisses.

obi-wan, being the powerful jedi he was, would be able to sense the presence of another being as they moved through the force; and if he was comfortable enough to bring you close and pepper your face with butterfly-like kisses, then you supposed you could allow yourself to relax into his touch.

‘and as lovely as your presence is, darling,’ obi-wan began, his callouses gentle against your skin as he moved to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. ‘whatever are you doing at the jedi temple?’

‘i was sent on official business by senator amidala,’ you said, raising your chin into the air haughtily, a note of pride taking hold in your voice.

‘and what might your business be, my lady,’ obi-wan said, drawing ever near as his hands drifted down your arms and the elegant silks sleeves of your dress until his fingers found and wove themselves between yours. his thumbs continued their circular escapades on the surface of your skin-which you now realized was growing just as honeyed as his in the afternoon light.

you’ve bewitched me, master kenobi.

‘to admire and oversee the activities of a certain jedi master who’s lovely presence i will miss dearly after he leaves my side to go hunt down clues of the sith and of battleships and criminals on somefar off planet,’ you said, admiring the way the deepening wrinkles at his eyes gathered beautifully as a smile grew upon his lips-those soft, pillowy lips that you could drown in forever.

‘admiring a jedi?’ obi-wan laughed heartily, the sound of it rich and loving against your ears. ‘on such sacred grounds as these? you must have some courage, darling.’

‘if i remember correctly, master kenobi,’ you hummed happily, his title and reputation falling sweet like rose petals from your lips, ‘it was you who just kissed me on such ‘sacred grounds.’’

and there he was, again, leaning in close, slanting his lips against yours as though it would be the last time he would get the chance to kiss you, to take your breath away with such a simple action, to make your heart melt beneath his gentle touch--like he needed the constant reassurance of your kiss to weather the cruelties of a galaxy at war. and when he pulled away, absolute adoration lingered there in his baby blue eyes, as though stars had imploded along the lines of your lips as he kissed you, and their stardust had collected in his shining blue irises so that they may always remember your beauty and the stars that danced about your skin like little shadows.

‘my stars, darling,’ he sighed, ‘i would kiss you for eternity if it meant the first thing i would see when my lips parted forms yours was the sweet beauty of your face. i would kiss you for an eternity and longer if it meant i got to be in your lovely presence for always and forever.’

‘obi-wan, love, you’re making it really hard not to dread your departure already,’ you sighed, pouting ever so slightly in the way that you knew would pull at obi-wan’s heartstrings.

‘don’t worry, little one. i’ll come back to you, whole and in need of your sweet kisses,’ obi-wan hummed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. ‘and it just so happens that i have been relieved of my duties for tonight to ready myself for the mission.’

‘and what might that preparation include, master kenobi,’ you asked teasingly, and watching him preen under your endearment. his station was something to be proud of, to have worked so hard, to have come from nothing and to now be a jedi master and general, and the best negotiator and diplomat the order had. he embodied all the code stood for: compassion, patience, discipline. and you knew that deep down, somewhere, hidden away with his immense love for you was a mild sense of pride at all he accomplished-though he would never let it show.

‘i was thinking of spending my time with a handmaiden i rather enjoy the presence of--a handmaiden i have formed quite the attachment to.’

‘she must be a very lucky woman then, to have the affections of someone as accomplished and as endearing as you.’

‘oh, but i am the luckiest man in the galaxy to love her and call her mine.’

your heart swelled at his words. his?

obi-wan leaned down to kiss you once more, this time his hands finding purchase in the cotton and silk that made up the back of your dress, splaying themselves about your back as though he were cradling you ever closer to his chest in an almost protective manner.

‘yes, darling.’ he managed in between the soft pillowy kisses he pressed to your lips, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and forehead, any part of you he could reach with those wonderful lips of his. ‘all mine.’

your hands rested against his chest, the thin material of his undershirt allowing you to feel the muscle which rippled beneath his beautifully freckled skin from years dedicated to his training and to the order. the fabric was soft as your fingers trailed down his chest, to his hips where the cool metal of his saber kissed your fingers.

‘teach me,’ you murmured, lips brushing against obi-wan’s as the words left your lips. confusion drew his eyebrows together, a small crease forming between them in a way you couldn’t help but adore.

‘teach you what, sweetling?’ he asked, voice velvety and soft against your ears.

‘teach me how to use a lightsaber.’

a smile took over those soft lips you so dearly loved, and a laugh erupted in the evening air. he was beautiful when he laughed, color painting his cheeks and his hair falling out of his face as he leaned his head back in his laughter. you would’ve admired the lovely sound and the way his eyes wrinkled at the corners had your words not been cause for it.

‘why are you laughing at me? i’ve fought to protect senator amidala on many occasions with both a blaster and vibroblades. why not a lightsaber? or did you forget i’ve been trained in close combat as well, master kenobi.’

‘i never said no, darling,’ obi-wan sighed, coming down from his laughter to press a gentle hand to your cheek, thumb tracing circles into your skin. ‘however, the thought of you with such civilized technology is quite a fearsome one indeed.’

‘please, obi-wan?’

obi-wan’s gaze softened, knowing in his heart that you meant too much to him to deny you any one of your many requests.

‘i suppose,’ he sighed, worry mingling with the warmth in his crystal blue gaze, as he begged of you, ‘just promise me you’ll be careful. i hate to even think about harm coming to you, much less see you harmed by my weapon and under my supervision.’

‘i promise.’

its then that his fingers find the palm of your hand, guiding it into his strong, calloused, yet gentle grasp, as he pulls you from the sanctuary of the temple and into the wild delicacy of the gardens. a soft click sounds and the cool metal of obi-wan’s saber kisses the tips of your fingers as he pulls you close and presses the saber into your delicate hands. he wraps your fingers around the hilt, and raises your hand to kiss your knuckles, his beard tickling the skin there.

‘this weapon is dangerous as it is beautiful, darling. do you understand?’

‘yes, my love.’

he pulls you into the clearing in the center of the gardens, stone tiles sturdy beneath your feet. soon his figure is wrapped around your, your back pressed firmly against the strong musculature of his chest as his strong, star-freckled arms wrap around your own, guiding your hands and body into a stance he deemed worthy of training in.

‘you must always be aware of your body in position to your saber,’ he explained, his voice low in its velvety depth as he buried his lips in your hair, the top of your head grazing his delicate cheekbones. ‘you must always be aware and precise in your movements. one wrong move could prove fatal.’

as much as you wanted to focus on his words, his close proximity was very distracting. the heady, musk of him overwhelmed your sense in the most pleasantly soft manner, and the delicate brush of his skin against yours was enough to set your nerves alight in blissful agony. you wanted to melt into him, to meld into the softness of his heart, the warmth of his being and voice. there was so much of him that you loved, and it was just so close… he was just so close.

‘focus your thoughts, darling,’ he chuckled sweetly, the deep tenor of his voice rumbling softly in his chest as he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, into the softness of your hair.

‘sorry,’ you said sheepishly. sometimes you forgot just how strong his connection with the force was, and how he could read you like an open book. of course, you’d given him permission to do so--convincing him that you were okay with having his loving presence in your consciousness, that it wasn’t an invasion of your privacy. you had had to convince him that having his warmth in the corners of your mind was one of the most comforting feelings you’d ever known, that is wasn’t a burden or an overreach or a breach of your trust.

‘it’s okay, sweet one,’ he hums sweetly. ‘just focus on my movements.’

his hands wrapped around yours, pressing them into the hilt as he tilted the end of it away from you. blue light filled your field of vision as he ignited it.

‘this is called a low guard. it's a good place to start dueling, as you can move any which way from this position’ obi-wan explained, the passion for his practice and the dedication to his order seeping into the softness of his voice, turning the tone sweeter than honey. ‘focus on fluidity, and precision, darling. yes, perfect. now bring it down to your side, and up in an arc.’

obi-wan’s praise was enough to send your head spinning, and your heart reeling with contentment. there was nowhere else in the whole galaxy you wanted to be than in obi-wan kenobi’s arms, the callousness and softness of his hands pressed firmly into your own as he guided your hand down into a steep arc before bringing it down to the opposite side. his arm crossed over your body in a way that was reminiscent of the way he would wrap his arms languidly about your waist so as to hug you in the way he loved to in the early hours of the morning in which the two of you woke in the others chambers as the sun’s rays just began to kiss the clouds high above. your heart fluttered like a thousand butterflies pushing against the limits of your lungs in a campaign for freedom-a freedom to press your face into his chest, to give him a kiss for every star-freckled blemish upon his skin.

‘and that would be a basic defensive maneuver,’ he hummed, interrupting your wandering thoughts before guiding you through the motion a couple times to work it into your muscle memory. his tutelage continued on like this until the sky was only lit by the last remnants of the sunset.

‘let me try,’ you whispered into the small space between you. he let go, his skin leaving its precious contact with yours as your nerves almost screamed for him to come back.

you tried some of the maneuvers on your own, getting a feeling for the balance of the elegant weapon in your own hands. it was similar to its dagger analog, a defensive art you had learned upon padme’s admission into the senate. a smirk pulled at the side of your lips as an idea formed in your mind. just beware of the blade, obi wasn’t voice echoed in your memory.

quickly, you began the maneuver, turning around and wielding the blade in a flourishing so that it came to rest by your head in the way obi-wan had done upon your arrival to the jedi gardens.

mild panic and pride mixed beautifully in obi-wan’s face, pulling at it in ways that gently tugged at the light wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. obi-wan would be lying if he said that his heart did not jump into his throat in fear that something would go wrong, that you would hurt yourself in your playfulness. however, when he saw you, alive and unscathed, pride gleaming in your eyes as the flourish put him in a position that would’ve won you a battle, he couldn't have been more proud of you-his love wielding his lightsaber as if it was what you were born to do.

‘how’s my form, master kenobi?’ mischief dripped from your words, his title slipping off your honeyed tongue so elegantly that it elicited a delicate warmth in his chest, and a heated redness to his cheeks.

with a flick of his finger, the blade disappeared into the hilt, into nothingness, under his deft manipulation of the force, before he reached for you, pulling your small, delicate form into his. his arms wrapped around you, the silks and chiffons of your simple dress kissing his arms as he pulled you into him and placed his lips sweetly-albeit a little forcefully-in a kiss that melted both your heart and his own.

‘and when i thought you possibly occupy and melt any more of my heart, you’ve found a way to prove me wrong.’ he hummed into the small space between you, the vibrations and soft brushes of the suppleness of his lips delicate and heartwarming against yours

his heart felt as though it collapsed like a dying star before being reborn again as you buried your face into the warmth of his chest, his exposed skin soft against yours. one hand found purchase among the soft strands of the hair at the back of your head, as the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you ever closer against him. he pressed yet another kiss to your forehead, pushing his feeling of pride and love to you through the force.

‘it was utterly perfect, darling,’ he hummed sweetly, before pulling you from his chest and reclaiming his lightsaber from your deadly, yet delicate hands. ‘i knew you would be a terrifying force to be reckoned with, but i didn’t know you would look so beautiful doing it.’

at that, your heart swelled with pride, a smile tugging at your lips and a blush rising to consume your cheeks and tips of your ears. obi-wan couldn’t help but smile down at you-- the warmth which radiated from your heart and your soul and into the force for him to perceive was too sweet not to.

‘oh, obi-wan,’ you sighed, ‘i don’t deserve your kind words.’

‘you deserve the universe and more,’ obi-wan cooed, his delicate touch finding its way to your heated cheek as he moved to cradle it in his large, gentle palm, heart melting as tears of pure happiness stung your eyes as you melted into his touch. ‘my high praise is the least you deserve.’

‘obi-wan, will you spend the night with me? or can i spend the night with you? i don’t believe i can bare to part with you right now.’

‘i wouldn’t miss the chance to be in your lovely presence for the whole corellian system, darling.’ obi-wan hummed, thumb tracing its familiar patterns once more.

‘obi-wan,’ his name was soft-barely a whisper- on our tongue as you said it: the name of the jedi master you loved so dearly. ‘must you make it so very unbearable to part from you every time the war leads you away from coruscant… away from me?’

obi-wan’s gaze softened into sadnesses he dropped his gaze to his hands as they moved to hold yours, to feel their softness once more. he knew you missed him when he had to leave on these missions and risk their unknown circumstances. he dreaded the moment when he finally boarded the transport, slipping out of your sight as you watched from some hidden place in the jedi temple or the senate buildings. he could feel the pain your heart brought you in those moments as it radiated through the force. he would do anything to kiss away the tears that would form in worry at the corners of your eyes, to comfort you in his warm embrace, to wrap you up in his cloak and hold you close for eternity.

but he couldn’t. the many walls of steel, glass and space that separated you from him were too great to physically abound. so instead he would send you a sweet message of comfort over your commlinks, and press his thoughts and feelings into the back of his mind, into the depths of his heart. he would miss you, but his feelings would always act as his motivation, and he would always come back to you. obi-wan had lost so many people in his own life. he would never willingly put you through that pain of losing him. so he would fight valiantly and efficiently, cutting down the enemy or gathering intel in the manner that would certainly return him to you in the quickest and safest manner possible.

‘i promise i don’t do it willingly, my sweet’ he sighed, his voice soft and as comforting as he possibly could--though you didn’t miss the note of sadness that lined the edges of his words. gently, his hands pulled you close to him, so that there was barely any space between the two of you. one left your grasp to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with great care and delicacy before resting his forehead against yours. your eyes fluttered shut in tandem with his, as to let the soft sensation of him so close to you overwhelm your senses.

and then his voice was warm and pleasant as it formed in your mind, as clear as your own.

i swear to you, my darling, for every time i leave you behind, i will always come back to you. i will not leave you alone in this galaxy by yourself. not ever.

your eyes fluttered open at the formation of the words, only to find his beautiful blue eyes staring sweetly into yours, into your heart.

‘and i’ll always be waiting for you upon your return, my love.’

‘i know, darling,’ he hummed graciously. ‘i know.’

and then, as the sun’s rays faded and the dark of night began to set in, in the safety and sanctuary of the verdant gardens about you, obi-wan kenobi kissed you, soft and sweet as his hands found the curvature of your cheek and the warmth of your body with his own. he kissed you, stardust dancing about your lips at his gentle caresses, in the safety of the gardens, where no one could separate you from him, where he could show you a small fraction of his love for you without the burden of the galaxy’s prying eyes.

‘what do you say i gather my things aboard the transport, and i’ll meet you in your chambers in, say-half an hour?’ he hummed, brownish auburn eyebrows tilting upwards as he gazed lovingly into your eyes, asking for your permission to occupy your time with his own sweet and lovely presence.

‘i’d like that very much,’ you smiled, revelling in the way a boyish grin covered his now slightly swollen lips. he parted from you to gather his robes hurriedly before returning to your side, to press three quick kisses, to your cheek, your forehead and, finally, your lips.

‘half an hour, then, my darling.’

and sure enough, there he was, standing in your doorway half an hour later, ready to scoop you up in his strong arms and spin you about with pure, love-filled elation. his lips would cover your face, your neck and collarbones, your shoulders-anywhere his lips could find the sweet pleasure of your soft exposed skin.

and for the rest of the night, he was yours-nuzzling his face into the comforts of your stomach as he cuddled into you, wrapping his arms around you in the most loving way, kissing you like you were the oxygen in his lungs, the blood in his veins, and the stardust which made up his being.

and when he left on the transport the next morning, your heart ached at the loving smile that pulled at his lips when his eyes met yours. and somehow you knew, all would be alright, that he would return to you in three-cycle’s time to kiss you and love you all over again.

i will come back to you, my lovely darling. i promise

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simtanico · 3 years ago

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Hi! I don't know if this is an annoying/difficult question, sorry if it is, but do you have any advice at all for modelling sims based off real people? Your sims are SO crazy good. When I try to make them they end up looking... eh... Vaguely like the person? But there's a huge gap between that and some kind of 'spark' some simmers seem to manage to capture.

Hello! Definitely not annoying. Difficult, as in how difficult it is to answer? Maybe. I'm gonna go off on a couple of tangents. But I'm gonna try my best to explain the process. Which isn't really much of one sorry.

There's a handful of tutorials and tips out there regarding reference photos and like... proportions and all that so I won't cover that.

I use that as a general guide of course, but mostly I just save some photos of the person at various angles and focus on one feature or two at a time. Literally going back and forth between reference photo and my game. I think if you try to get everything at the same time, it really makes it easy to get frustrated with whatever your sim looks like at the moment. Making sims in general is a combination of a LOT of things depending on your style.

I can point out ALL the flaws with my sims based on real people. In my experience, it’s about getting the defining features of a person close enough to the real thing so that it resembles them. I don't think you need a complete copy to get the point across, however i do think some people and features are harder to emulate than others. I've been working on some sims for YEARS, and they still don't work out lol

and take a look at this progression on my sim based on Z4ne H0ltz starting back in 2015!

that first screenshot:

Personally, I get a little lost if I work on a sim too much all at once. I find some time away makes me less tired and frustrated. Just pace yourself :)

Also if you need any help, shoot me a message here or on discord. I promise I don't judge or anything.. it's sims who cares lol

TO START...

I suggest starting with the head and its shape. Starting off with a game-generated sim, the first slider I get to is head width. It's usually too dang wide for my tastes. And then adjusting the general position of the the features. You can always change things later, so you don't have to know exactly what you're going to do, but as I've mentioned before, sculpting sims up in CAS is just practice with sliders! Also in the long run, you may want to use Pu+Chi House's Smooth Face Normals slider! I attempt to explain and show what it does here. I've uploaded the slider here: https://simfileshare.net/download/984204/

This is gonna be a doozy sorry in advance if the read more doesn't work

SLIDERS SLIDERS SLIDERS

Big sliders like Pu+Chi House’s face shape sliders dramatically change the face shape, and it could save you a lot of time! I highly suggest using these to get rid of the weird large jaw sims can get.

Play with different sliders and how they interact with one another! Example: jaw width and Cheek Fullness affect the same area. if you need a wide jaw and don’t want cheek distortion, you can use cheek fullness, lower the jaw width slider and then edit the cheekbones from there

Knowing what sliders move what and how it can work to your advantage is key! I cover this in my reply post about noses.

For visual reference:

I start out with my nose but I want the nostrils to sit further on the outside

so i go in and use the nose width slider and raise it to widen the lower nose:

Then lower the nostril scale slider

Comparison:

as you can see, i kind of achieved what I wanted, but also widened the nose tip too! Welp, that takes another slider I have, Tip Width. And I'll adjust that accordingly! It's really just a matter of what you're going for and what you're going to have to compensate for as a result!

That said, our community has made some awesome sliders that open up so many possibilities and even eliminate the need to do that multi-slider tango. I wouldn't even know where to begin (wish I wanted to make videos because I could talk for an hour about sliders)

For example @pitheinfinite made sliders that can make sims look better and more realistic, I'm jealous at what they've achieved!

They have their Inner Corner to Nose slider that moves an area of the sim's face hat make eyebags and the shadows and lines appear farther out from the inner eye. It saves you from having to use cheek sliders to mimic the effect and thus ruining the face shape you have going

It's truly an INDISPENSABLE slider. One of many!

Since I make sliders, I usually just make some to specifically fix whatever issue I'm having. Granted they're made with general function in mind, which makes my cheater-y way of making things happen more useful in the future. I have about 50 experimental unfinished sliders in my game and can tell you that all my current sims use them for some reason or other. So I'm not working with nothing, I guess?

EYE SPY 👁

The best way to really get nice accurate looking sims is the eyes.

Pay attention to the slant of the eye, the shape and position of the upper and lower eyelids. you can use the game’s Eyelid Height slider, and AWT’s Eyelid width and height sliders (and many more)

and especially where the iris (green) sits relative to the eyelid. getting that shape and eyeball positioned correctly really makes a HUGE difference

I do suggest Bloom’s Eye slider (left and right) that rotate the eyes left and right. That along with their Lazy eye sliders can give your sims a less symmetric face and position the eyes to be FAR more accurate and realistic than the default.

I also recommend their vertical sliders (Eye lift or drop) to help with eye positioning.

I can't stress the importance of the right contacts or eyes for your sims. Of course it all depends on how you make your sims's eyes and all that. Take the last sim i posted about. It took forever and a half to find the right contacts that didn't need severe or intense editing to capture the same vibe the person he's based on. The problem is pretty persistent for me, and I am just speaking for myself when I say this is necessary. Iris size, shading, recolorability, detail, catch lights, and pupil position are things to consider for your play style and preferences.

In addition to seeing what eyes will do the trick, I do edit the catch lights in the screenshots to give the eyes a different emotion or look. (I use defaults that get rid of the game-generated catch lights, and supernatural eye glow.) It's nice when that's all it is and I don't have to go in and photoshop things in and out to make them look human lmao

Perfect, schmerfect

And just know that as long as you have the same vibe or look going on it doesn't need to be perfect! Things will evolve over time, and you can change and perfect things as you go along, but close is better than trying to achieve an exact replica. We are working with the limitations of sliders and the optimized meshes they work on! So yeah there might be jagged bits or the profile might not exactly match and some things might not be accurate, but that's okay! Considering what sims look like at their default, you should be proud! I use the same mf eyebrows on all my sims basically and I tell myself they're just placeholders (yeah, right), but I manage to make them work with what I have!

Sliders, Makeup, and Skins, oh my!

a good base skin is critical, but not the end of the world if you pick the wrong one. They determine kind of definition and types of features highlighted on a sim 100000% and you might lose a feature you like or dislike when you change them! Feel free to switch up between skins you have to find the best fit.

Makeup can be a game-changer though!!! Any details you can add and help make your sim look the most like the person you're basing them off can go MILES.

In some cases, I've actually gotten really interesting results trying to get my sculpt as close as possible to real life references so the makeup makes a difference but don't define the features by themselves. Still, though, I utilize makeup up a LOT. [remember that if you use Nraas, you can layer makeup. Right-clicking makeup will also remove it if it's applied :)]

Here's the last sim i posted about when removing makeup:

no nosemasks really replicates the face-claim's nose (too shiny at the lower part) but it'll do 🤷‍♀️

Freckles, eyebags, highlighters, face shadows, pores, nosemasks, etc are all great!!

The way you move your sliders WILL effect how these look, so don't rely on makeup that adds super-specific detail or goes over an area you know is a jumbled mess because of sliders!

I do have a mess of recommendations and wcifs for skins and makeup. replies tag | wcif tag

[also I love compiling wcif cc lists for my sims it's great]

Finally, I appreciate your comment about my sims, mainly because I know they're not ever really exact copies or as close as I want to be to their real life counterparts, so thanks!! I've seen fellow simmers get really good results without messing as much as I do and I love when people can make really good maxis match likenesses because it's just so damn cool! It's truly a talent. I'm not one of those lucky few, but I like to try my way at it anyway. After what feels like some good progress I'll post a pic here. Even after doing this forever I don't feel like I'm an expert or can get good results in a shorter amount of time, but it's just fun to see the progression (or regression) of how my sims look.

#long post #replies #no tutorials just rambling and vibes~~~~

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headoverheelsforramsey · 3 years ago

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Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:

Home Tour!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!

For both:

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Living room and home office (if any)?

Kitchen and dining room?

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Other rooms?

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Super super late to this, because of my stupid exam but now we are here so let's go! 💃🏽🏠

A/N : I am placing this two years and seven months after the wedding, because I HC Ethan and Meera staying at Ethan's apartment for two years after the wedding and they only start house hunting when they have the baby talk and start trying for a baby. So technically not newlyweds anymore. Now let's get started! ✨

Meera opens the door and greets Bree.

Meera : Hii Bree, welcome to our humble abode.

Bree (chuckles) : This place is anything but humble. I hope I am not causing much trouble.

Meera : Absolutely not. Who else is going to make me feel like a youtuber?

Both laugh, Ethan joins and greets Bree.

Bree : Congratulations on the good news Dr. Ramsey. How far are y'all?

Ethan : Thank you Bree. It's been 3 months already.

Meera (cradling her small bump) : Yup one trimester down two more to go.

Ethan (kissing her forehead) : And then there will be a mini version of you running around these halls.

Meera : Nope it's gonna be a mini you.

The couple shares a look as if challenging each other.

Meera : Fine, Bree, whose team are you on? Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?

Bree : I am happy with either because at the end I'll be interviewing him or her too.

The three of them share a laugh.

Bree : Let's get started, shall we?

Ethan : Sure.

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Front :

Meera : We were looking for something modern yet chic, something that is totally us. I fell in love with the design whereas Ethan was in total awe of the open space and glass doors. Needless to say our heart was stuck on this no matter how many more houses we visited.

Backyard :

Ethan : The backyard also doubles up as the garden but it's not quite completed yet.

Meera : Yes it's been two months since we moved, and we haven't been able to work on the garden because of work and the pregnancy. Ethan : But we want to build a garden with a tree house and maybe some swings.

Meera (too excited) : Ohh swings! Yes please add it onto the list. Why didn't I think of it before?

Pool :

Meera : Definitely my favorite part!

Ethan : She is a water baby through and through so that's no surprise.

Meera : Don't act like you don't appreciate me in a swimsuit, Ramsey (winks)

Ethan : There is no denying that.

Living room and home office (if any)?

Living room :

Ethan : Meera was hell bent on having an L-shaped couch.

Meera : Those things are so bougie I had to have one because now I can finally afford one. But yeah the living room is so relaxing with a beautiful view of the outside.

Home office :

Meera : Honestly speaking, I do not understand the utility of a home office, I didn't understand back at his apartment neither do I understand now. If I am supposed to work from home I can do that on the couch or on my bed or even better on the daybeds by the pool.

Ethan (shaking his head) : You'll get it darling. When you start your maternity leave I'll see how you make zoom calls with the pool as your background.

Meera shrugs.

Kitchen and dining room?

Meera : This part was all Ethan so I'll let him do the talking.

Ethan (proudly) : A Poggenpohl kitchen with a granite-topped island adds an ultramodern touch. Glass shelves display colorful glassware convenient to the wet bar. A translucent sliding glass door below the shelves hides the more utilitarian gadgets. And finally playful mod pendant lights seem to levitate over the dining table, which is meant to resemble a river running through the woods.

Meera : You sure you didn't miss your true calling as an interior designer babe?

Ethan (smirks) : Nope, just the fact that I tend to excel at everything I do, Rookie.

Meera : And that makes you 10 times hotter!

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Master bedroom :

Meera : The bedroom has a different color scheme and tone from the rest of the house because I wanted it to stand out and break the monotone.

Ethan : Again the chandelier was Meera's opinion.

Meera : Finding common ground between his minimalistic taste and mine was difficult but we made it through.

Master Bathroom :

Ethan : Meera I don't think it was necessary to bring Bree in here.

Meera : It was absolutely necessary! Just look at this tub Bree! The bubbles and champagne dates we have here are a total hit.

Guest rooms :

Ethan : We have two guest rooms and both are styled the same way, but unfortunately we haven't had any guests yet.

Meera : Is it unfortunate Dr. Ramsey? Bryce is just a call away from crashing here.

Ethan (pinching the bridge of his nose) : Anyone but Lahela.

Meera : We haven't thought about the baby's room yet. But we have the nursery now.

Ethan : Yes, maybe we'll turn the nursery into a bedroom or one of the guest rooms in a few years. Let's see.

Nursery :

Meera : This was completed just yesterday hence the delay in the interview, Bree.

Ethan : We decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise so we went with a gender neutral nursery that matches the colour scheme of the house.

Meera : Also because Ethan Ramsey would rather die than paint the walls of his house pink and blue.

Ethan (rolls eyes)

Other rooms?

Home library :

Meera (takes in the smell of books) : Better known as my safe haven.

Ethan : This was absolutely non-negotiable for Meera.

Meera : We both own a lot of books and the collection keeps on increasing now with the baby incoming. And look at this reading space. It's from my dreams.

Ethan : This is tucked away in a far corner of the house and is the most serene place around here. Once, I returned home from the hospital and called out to Meera a hundred times, she didn't answer, I started panicking and then found her silently sitting here in her own world.

Meera : If I ever go missing please check here before running to the police, because once I am in here I forget the existence of the world.

Bree picks up "Peppa pig's super noisy Sound Book" which was kept on a thick medical journal with a smile.

Ethan feels embarrassed but Meera laughs.

Meera : Yes these are the new ones in our collection. Ethan was reading it to the baby before you arrived.

Home Bar :

Ethan : The wine cellar grew into a home mini bar because we had this unused space left.

Meera : He loves showing this and his collection off.

Ethan : Excuse me! If I remember correctly your friends were very impressed as well.

Meera : True that. Bryce went bat shit crazy during the housewarming party. He said he felt he got back his bartending days.

Ethan (proudly) : And Jackie's exact words for that evening's toast was "to hell with Donahue's"

Meera : Yeah yeah, you did a great job honey. Also the more surfaces the better for us.

Ethan : Keep it PG for the love of God.

Meera (shrugs) : Pregnancy hormones.

Bree (points) : And that?

Ethan (facepalms) : The only thing that doesn't match with the vibe here.

Meera : Nonsense! It was a housewarming gift from my friends and I absolutely love it. Ethan just feels it is a cheaper and juvenile version of his favourite game, soccer. But don't worry Bree, I'll get him to play someday.

Ethan (smirk) : I would very much like to see you try Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : And I'll see how you say no when your son asks.

Ethan : It's gonna be a daughter.

Meera : We'll see.

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

Ethan : For the majority of my life home for me was a structure of bricks and cement with a ceiling but Meera was the one who brought all the love and light and showed me what a real home felt like. So for me, my home is where my heart is and for this lifetime it's kept safe with this gorgeous woman whom I fortunately call my wife.

Silence lasts for a couple of minutes then Meera snorts.

Meera (drying her eye) : Damn you pregnancy hormones, I am not even wearing waterproof mascara. It was super cheesy Ethan, a non pregnant me would have definitely called you out on your cheese but this pregnant Meera has to agree with you. Even a stable is my dream home if I have my dream husband with me. (she kisses Ethan) but I wouldn't mind a Jacuzzi, a home theatre, a game room (laughing)

Ethan (an easy smile on his face) : Always knew you were in it because of the money Bose.

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Meera : The library. Just him reading to our unborn child like he isn't already the most perfect man in the world.

Ethan (a very satisfied smile on his face) : First I am very surprised that you kept it PG. So the obvious answer is the bedroom but other than that, the patio, which is not a room though.

Ethan : Meera has a slight deficiency in vitamin D so to avoid complications, we spend a lot of time here in the sun. We play board games, read and even discuss work here sometimes.

Meera : Ooh yes! This was another great investment and a great way to utilise the humongous outdoor space we have.

Ethan : I hope you had fun Bree. Thank you so much for doing this.

A quick shoutout to @a-crepusculo and @jamespotterthefirst who came to my rescue when I couldn't add more than 10 pics. Also thank you Bree for doing this you are a star and an angel. 💜

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Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

#asked and answered #newlywed game with our host Bree #queen Bree supremacy!#jamespotterthefirst #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x meera #dr. meera bose #cue the queue

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