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t-oppenheimer · 2 years 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.

#pathfinder #steam #steam games #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #review #tl;dr #crpg #owlcat games

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aynnhaii · 15 days ago

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intro because everyone's doing it i guess :)

hihi, name's Aynn, Eni, or Aynnhaii, doesn't matter

I am a minor!!!!! i got no money lmfao. She/they (cis), central asian, bi aroace

I am fluent only in English but I am (slowly) learning Korean & Russian & Turkish + I am decent at Uzbek + I know like 3 Spanish words (mi vida loca /j)

been a part of fandom since 2019 (undertale........), I usually lurk/reblog and the tags are my yapping safe space.

just here for fun and good vibes. I draw sometimes too. (art tag is #haii-art but it's got like 8 things on it 😭🙏)

media/fandoms I am aware of:

Alien Stage

Undertale/AUs

Danganronpa (up until UDG)

Kpop Demon Hunters

DSMP

Glitch Techs

Bloom Into You (manga)

ROTTMNT (up until the last few episodes)

MHA (only the first season and a half)

Toilet Bound Hanako-san (1st season)

Deltarune (first 2 chapters)

Takopi's Original Sin (only the anime)

Sonic (it's complicated)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure and Hetalia (didn't watch or read anything. only know of it thru a friend:])

Additional fandom-related info about me you might need to know:

muti-shipper. I will defend shipping fandom until the day I die & I mostly enjoy fandom through shipping or character dynamics. if you are anti rarepair uhhhh sorry ig idk, though I do most often engage in canon ships

will probably edit later

DNI list if you are going to bother following it:

basic criteria (think acts of pedophilia, incest, rape, imperialism, racism, etc is ok)

ppl who identify as a pedo/racist/supremecist/radical feminist (terf)/etc.

generally wary of "fiction doesn't affect reality" ppl but if you correctly tag/censor/utilize the cut ('read more' border) then idc

if you don't like anything i've mentioned or used in this post feel free to block or not interact i guess

yeah i'll edit this later too idk

I'll make it prettier when I actually know what I'm doing

#intro #tag later

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cozystylishchic12 · 2 months ago

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Smart Alternatives to Wood Paneling

Wood Paneling is a design trend that has received quite a bit of attention this past year. Many may remember (and probably would like to forget) the wood paneling of the 70s , but wood paneling in its latest reincarnation is quite different, as the latest tones are a bit more grey and have more of a retro-vintage, somewhat industrial look and feel. I wrote about wood paneling not too long ago- one on the revival of wood paneled walls and the other on patchwork wood paneling, both of which are still popular and continue to get quite a number of page views. Today, I am covering the next thing in wood paneling - smart alternatives to wood paneling. Installing wood paneling not only can be quite a significant investment, but it can also be a big disruption in the home. It is also quite permanent, which is why many homes today still have the wood paneling of the 70s still installed in their homes. If you've spent the time and money, you're going to keep it for a while, even if it is well past its design prime (and if I remember correctly, 70s style wood paneling was passé before we even entered the 80s) As a designer, permanent is a big turnoff as we designers want to be able to change things up on a whim . Any chance to get the look without the hassle AND without the price tag is a plus.

Wallpaper that Looks (and Feels) Like Weathered Wood Paneling

First up is Thibaut's Eastwood wallpaper - a deeply textured scrubbable vinyl wallpaper that not only resembles, but also feel like weathered planks of wood. I first stumbled upon Eastwood when I walked into the Thibaut's High Point showroom last October, and I was blown away at how real it looks and feels. At $94 for a single roll, this is probably the closest one will get to the wood paneled look without breaking the bank.

And this is a photo I shot of Eastwood this past fall, installed in the most common way - vertically, at Thibaut's High Point Showroom. I didn't realize it was Stikwood until I came across this smart wood paneling alternative on the Stikwood website.

And this is a photo I shot of Eastwood this past fall, installed in the most common way - vertically, at Thibaut's High Point Showroom

Over the years, Thibaut has added new colors to Eastwood, which is still a top seller. Here are the colorways available today. We sell Thibaut in our showroom and can assist with samples and purchasing should you wish to incorporate Eastwood into your own home or project.

Wood Veneer wallpaper

Technology has come a long way, especially since I first wrote this blog post almost 10 years ago. In more recent years, wood veneer wallpaper has become a thing. It is made of real wood, sliced really think and applied to a substrate. It is definitely a bit more refined than Thibaut's Eastwood wallpaper. Because it is rolled, the wood has to be really thin and the wood grain has a finer appearance. Because it is actual wood, it is also porous, so you don't want to wipe your hand onto it with greasy fingers.

The old technique of parquetry - cutting and fitting together layers of wood to create patterns, has been applied to wallpaper and thin shapes of wood have been cut and applied to form various wallpaper patterns. Below is a pattern from Thibaut, which is alwasy available in additional colors:

Belgian manufacturer Arté takes the art of parquetry and wood veneer to another level with their complex shapes:

Peel and Stick Wood Planking

The next alternative to wood paneling is Stikwood, the world's first peel and stick solid wood planking. Stikwood utilizes real hard wood. A variety of styles are available, ranging from bamboo to reclaimed wood, rustic to contemporary. The prices range from $8.00 per square foot for a new wood or bamboo, and goes up as high as $12.50 per square foot for a reclaimed wood. It is sustainable, VOC free, and is environmentally friendly, and it is easy to install with the pre-applied adhesive. In addition, it can be applied a number of ways - horizontally, vertically, or even in a herringbone pattern, which seems to be all the rage at the moment. The adhesive is rated for 10 years but keep in mind that if you do decide to remove it, prying is necessary and expect minor wall repair.

The two shots above were taken a while back during High Point Market. Below are images directly from Stikwood.

So which one is my favorite, you ask? I love them all, but for different reasons. If cost is a consideration, vinyl wallpaper is the way to go. Thibaut's Eastwood comes out to roughly half of what Stikwood would cost, per square foot. However, the wood veneer wallpapers can get pricey. But they are works of art with many hours going into the production of each panel. If you're doing a small accent wall or have an unlimited budget, using Stikwood or one of the wood veneer wallpapers would be the way to go. If you want to make a statement, I'd say wood veneer - it is also a bit more sophisticated. But if you need more coverage or need to cover every wall in a large room, using Thibaut's Eastwood wallpaper as a wood paneling alternative would be the most economical solution, but is equally as beautiful. Also, keep in mind the type of area you are covering - if you are in a high traffic area, a scrubbable vinyl wallpaper such as Eastwood might be the way to go as it is extremely durable and is easily cleaned. Having two boys in my house, who LOVE to run their grimy fingers down the hallway walls when they are walking, and that means that durable and cleanable is of utmost importance in my home.

Should you need assistance purchasing any Thibaut or Arté products, feel free to reach out to our showroom, where we can assist with pricing and ordering: [email protected]

#wood paneled #interior decorating #home renovation #home improvement #best interior design #los angels #modern design #interior designer near me

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libraryofalexianne-jia · 7 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.

#re:flect

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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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beggars-opera · 2 years ago

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how do I use tags correctly? like, whats the propper tag etiquette? I'm pretty new here and don't wanna screw this up haha

Tags serve three main purposes: they help others find your posts, they help you find your posts at a later date, and they serve as a way to add metatextual commentary to a post.

So, at a base level, if you want other people to find your post, or want a way to find the post more easily yourself at a later date, you would add purely descriptive tags like on any other social media site so people looking in those tags will see your post. For example, a post of someone baking bread might have #food #baking #cottagecore etc. Fandom tags often utilize abbreviations (tagging #OFMD instead of #OurFlagMeansDeath for example) and these are best found by searching around yourself and seeing which tags are the most active.

A few pointers here:

Don't tag hate. It's fine if you dislike something, but going on a rant about how much you hate a thing and then tagging it so that everyone who loves the thing will have to look at it is considered aggressive and rude.

People will often tag for common triggers like gore and rape as a courtesy to those using extensions to erase posts containing those tags from their dash. The exact format of these tags has never been formalized, but most use the #cwtrigger, #twtrigger, or just #trigger format.

Tags on original posts mean that post will show up when you search for that tag. Tags on reblogs do not make it show up in the tag page a second time and are only useful for internal blog searching.

You can also choose to use tags that are just for you, like #mythoughts or #myart, which allows you to search your own blog more easily. If you are an artist of any sort, using a tag denoting what is an original work is highly recommended.

Some people also use a tag specifically for posts that are in their queue, to let people know that the post is automatic and that they are not necessarily online at that particular moment. Getting creative with puns gets you brownie points. #scoobydoobyqueue

Tags specifically go into the tag section at the bottom of the post editor. Adding hashtags to the body of a post does absolutely nothing. You can, however, @ another user in the body of the post.

Tags are also often used for commentary purposes. They are sort of like whispering under your breath after you've publicly stated whatever is in your post. This can include musings, jokes, and other information that didn't quite seem important enough to put in the main body of the post. Every post of a beautiful woman does not need five hundred people writing "as I lesbian I am looking respectfully *googly eyes emoji*" in the post but you can 100% put that in the tags.

Pointers with this:

Eventually everyone gets the hang of what thoughts are important enough to put in the body of a post or reblog and what should be relegated to the tags. You can ask yourself "is this adding something useful to the conversation, or is it just me rambling or keysmashing?"

If your tags are witty enough, other users may deem them worthy of being included in the main post, screenshot them, and put the screenshot in their reblog. We consider this a peer review process of sorts and it is a badge of honor.

Again, being kind is a common courtesy. When you add tag commentary, the original poster and person you reblogged from are notified, and everyone can see it. So if you write in the tags that the post is stupid and that the OP is a cunt, congrats, you've just made the OP cry and you should probably not be on the internet.

Tags are comma delineated so if you are typing a thought in the tag long enough to need a comma, use a semicolon instead, otherwise the tag will be split in two. Likewise, quotation marks will not show up in a tag.

I hope this helps!

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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NEW WORK & OLD WORK

Alright folks, like it or not but I am back! I needed a breather from it all, the fandom and some crazy stalkers on Tumblr. I ventured into another fandom for a bit and realized eventually that no one can compare to the one and only! Yes, I am talking about Mr Sexy Fucking Murphy! I needed to turn a new page though and with that I’ve started to work on a few new fics for both Tommy and Cillian, but this is not to say that I won’t be continuing some old ones.

Some House Keeping Issues:

Other Work: I am utilizing some work I’ve done under a different name for another fandom as I liked the ideas I used and wanted to apply them here. If you follow both of my blogs, then I am sorry for the repetition.

Cancelled Fics: I am also going to rekindle some ideas which I got stuck with in my Cillian Murphy Fics and now I have a story outline for once which should make this easier. These fics are “The Secret”, “Time for Change”, “The Teacher” and “Couples Therapy”. These had much more potential than I utilized. They are now cancelled but will be reabsorbed into my new fics.

Requests: Remain closed for now, sorry. But feel free to shoot me ideas.

New Works:

I have three new fics in the making at this stage, one for Tommy and two for Cillian. These are as follows and first parts will be published this week:

The Fourth Season: This Series will follow a young reader who has been cast to play Tommy’s love interest in Season Four of Peaky Blinders, which is where she meets the charming Cillian Murphy of course. As usual, this fictional series will incorporate an age gap issue whereby the reader is 20 and Cillian is 40 but, this time, also some religious themes and a lot of tension.

Blue Eyes Blues: This Series will play in 2022, just after Cillian returns back to Ireland after filming his movie Oppenheimer. He is due to get married to his 32-year-old fiancee who is not only a socialite but also a somewhat famous model. But then, something unexpected happens. He meets you, a young teacher who is married to someone else. In this series, there will be an age gap issue as well because I am a sucker for it. But there will also be some past trauma and children involved.

Forbidden Desires: This Series will play shortly of Grace’s death and, just when Thomas Shelby is at his lowest point in life, he meets someone who can save him. He meets you but you share something with each other and that is family, therefore making desire for each other impossible. Yes, you read it correctly. I am tapping into incest here, but in an unusual and unexpected way.

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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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leitmotif-art · 4 years ago

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Full disclosure here, I love Christine, even when she stumbles. The scene plays different in the novel, but we're privy before that to Christine's own thoughts on sleeping with the subject of her interview:

She had a good time, maaaaybe let herself fall for him a lil, and she's also embarrassed af about it.

Cue her interaction with Pepper:

Christine clumsily tries to save face, which I feel anyone would do, but in both versions? She goes a step farther in her efforts to assert control and "cling to...normalcy", and she decides to be kinda scummily classist.

She treats Pepper not as if she's the assistant to one of the most powerful people in the world, but as if Pepper were subservient to Christine herself. She doesn't regard Pepper as an equal, but lesser. And you know, you learn a lot about a person by how they treat those lesser than themselves.

I feel Pepper is entitled to call Ms. Brown University out on her trashy attitude.

...

Also y'know we could all just realize that both script & novel were written by men, without the input of a woman, so if you wanna just disregard any of it as "hue hue of course women would be at each other's throats for a MAN" bs toxic masculine fantasy that's honestly fine too. Better, imho.

I'm happy to be discourse-y, because I like the debate, but if I'm Actually Annoyed at anyone for it, it's at these dudes:

I am sooo sick of people slamming Pepper saying she is "slut-shaming" Christine for no good reason. Ummm, did we watch the same movie? Christine was being condescending to Pepper first. Her tone was most definitely condescending when she addressed her. It was written all over her body language as well when she swings her clothes over her shoulder. Don't come at me with the "she didn't mean it in an insulting way. She honestly was just shocked Tony made her pick up the dry cleaning after long." Please. They obviously aren't friends. She absolutely did mean it as a jab. Does that mean I hate Christine or that she is a terrible person? No. Of course not. But did Pepper have the right to be offended by her words. Yes. I believe she did and did she say something mean in retort? Yep. She sure did.

And to those of you saying Christine had the right to be angry at Tony for kicking her out and that's why she snapped at Pepper...no. Just no. She is a reporter. You can be damn sure she does her research on every little thing. She knew EXACTLY what Tony Stark was about when she chose to go home with him. She knew she wasn't going to get a wedding ring out of it. She had to have known it would be a one time thing so there was no need to get snapping with Pepper.

Point of the matter, both Christine and Pepper were being snarky. Christine was insulting Pepper and Peppper in turn insulted Christine.

#not tagging this as anti- anything bc if I'm anti- anything #I am actually anti-not-assigning-the-blame-correctly #and the parties I'm blaming aren't fictional characters who actually don't have any autonomy #but the male writers who do #and made the choice to utilize a tired old eye roll worthy trope

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yuzukult · 5 years ago

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from home 09 || jjk & reader

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in some chapters word count: 7.0k prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? a/n: SIKE LOSERS I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE THIS WEEK BUT I MEANT TODAY!!! jk sorry for the wait! my finals are over (thankfully) and after a dreadful wait, it’s been announced that *drum rolls* i’ve passed all my courses this semester! woohoo! 1 more spring semester and summer semester and i’m donezooooo!!! then... adulthood.... anyways, hope i didn’t disappoint! (also i’ll proofread later... i promise lol i got excited to post!)

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Newly Appointed CEO of Jeon Markets & Café, Jeon Jungkook, Spotted at Jeon Jungsik & Kim Nari's Wedding With International Supermodel, Kim Areum as His Date.

"Whoo, that's a mouthful." Hoseok comments after he reads aloud the title of the article on his phone to Jungkook, who has his face in his hands, rubbing himself furiously. Looking up, his hair is disheveled, eyes tired and a frown upon his lips. "Do you think she saw it?"

"I'd be surprised if she didn't." Hoseok responds genuinely, watching his friend with a sympathetic gaze. "Remember the past hundred articles that were sent to her phone and she couldn't figure out to turn off the notifications? I'm pretty sure that this is one of those articles."

Jungkook throws his head back on the couch, legs spread apart and a groan escaping from his chest. He hasn't spoken to you in three days, three, which is the longest streak he hasn't had contact with you ever since he met you. It's like he's going through withdrawals without you— your laugh, smile, constant bickering— everything before had been okay but now after meeting you, he doesn't want to live a life without your attention. "What am I supposed to do? Just give her space?"

Hoseok shrugs, walking over to sit beside Jungkook on the couch. "Well, for one, solve the easier issue here. Get rid of Areum. Don't kill her," Jungkook knows he's joking but he still shoots him a glare, "... but tell her to give you space and back off. The Jeons always have a soft spot for her but if you don't tell her to respect your boundaries, she's going to ruin whatever it is you have going for you right now."

Jungkook sighs, conflicted on what to do. Truthfully, the old version of himself wouldn't feel this way but now, he feels like hurting Areum's feelings was hard, simply because he knew how long she chased him for. The thought of being in her shoes, rejected by you, made it difficult to turn Areum away. He actually grew a conscious. "How do I let her down easy? She pretty much had been waiting for me for over a decade—how do you tell someone like that 'no'?"

"By telling her 'no' or else you'd be stuck with her instead of the girl you want to be with? Come on, Kook, you know what to do. You're just... scared. What is it you're scared of? No back-up plan?"

Was that it? It couldn't be... right? Jungkook never thought of it like that, not really, since he couldn’t even bear to bring up the idea of settling in the first place with his previous track record. He hasn't even had to consider having a back-up plan because he never thought of finding someone who would get him to think about his future.

When Hoseok leaves for his shift that night, Jungkook barely gathers enough energy to make himself dinner so he decides that skipping a meal doesn’t hurt. Even though Hoseok reminds him with the phrase, “don’t forget to get something to eat,” Jungkook doesn’t exactly feel like complying. Hoseok isn’t as threatening as you are.

Just when he thinks that he’s going to spend the night alone, the doorbell rings. When he opens the door, for some odd reason, he forgets to check the peephole for the first time. The main problem of his life presents herself like she was a gift he should be grateful for.

"Areum, this needs to stop." She’s persistent that it was starting to actually irritate him. She had been easily forgiven before—soft brown orbs with a sparkle in them soon disappear after he realizes her antics, the innocence in them long gone. There she was, a pout on her lips as she stomps her feet on the carpeted floors outside of his apartment in the hallway. "I really can't have you here."

She whines. "But why? We used to hang out all the time before!"

"Yeah, when we went to parties. I don't really do any of that anymore, or at least, I don't have the time for it."

Honestly, Jungkook thought Areum was attractive. But in all fairness, who didn’t think she was beautiful? Areum’s entire profession is based on her looks! Yet something about how she has been acting currently suddenly makes her... less desirable, and less attractive, even. Had she always been like this and he hadn't noticed? Or did she start acting this way because she had real competition now?

"Kookie." Areum says sternly, hands on her hips. The nickname isn’t as sweet rolling off the tip of her tongue anymore. "We're finally alone. You don't have to lie anymore. Be honest—are you just dating her for show? Just so you can get your family wealth back? You succeeded though! It's time to let her go. Come back to me."

Oddly enough, she hit the nail right on the head, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Who knows what hell she would let loose if she had been given that information. "No, Areum, it's not like that. I'm all good now—I'm done playing these games. I can't have you coming to my place like this anymore, not that I have someone now. I—what you did that day, I don't know what you thought was going to happen. That she'd leave me and I'd come back to you?"

"Exactly." She says, without any effort in denying her devilish plans. "I hoped that she would get the message and leave. And if I observed correctly, she did. She walked away, started doing her little chores while you were with me. You realize she'll never understand our lifestyles, right? I'm sure even she knows that, and she doesn't phase me as the type to be stupid."

There it is again—the whole, 'two different worlds not being able to understand each other' spiel and he's tired of hearing it. Even if he doesn't grasp your perspective right now, he wants to learn, flourish to see things from being in your shoes. Growth and development had never been in the cards for him before, not before he met you, because no one cared enough to be involved and push him hard enough to do so. Areum was a prime example—someone who claimed to have supported him but hadn't taken the initiative to actually do anything. She sat there, looked pretty, and hoped that he changed enough to feed off of his success.

"Did it ever occur to you that perhaps... I don't care about that stuff and I just like her for... her?"

For the first time, Areum doesn't have anything to say and Jungkook wasn't going to waste this opportunity. "I feel like a person when I'm with her. My own person, not the Jeon's youngest child and not an heir. I'm Jungkook. My own name, without the heaviness that the 'Jeon' part holds. You care about what carries in front of the name Jungkook, and frankly speaking, I don't want to be with someone who has that kind of view of me." He utilizes this time to take in deep breaths. "I... I think you're generally a great person. You have good intentions towards people but I don't think you're it for me."

Her bottom lip quivers and eyes are glassy, ready to release her tears. Areum cries a stream, smearing her mascara onto her cheeks. She's hollering out how selfish Jungkook is, how she's been there for him since the beginning and that she can't believe he could let her go like this.

Minutes later, there you are, his knight in shining armor, with bags of groceries in hand, dropping them onto the ground when you see Areum on her knees. "Go grab the groceries," You quip, hand underneath her arm to assist her into Jungkook's apartment. "And get me a glass of water, will you? Don't just stand there."

He's more stunned to see that you're here than Areum's crying—only because Areum always produces the waterworks. Jungkook quickly shuffles to follow your demands, snatching up the bags left on the floor, leaving them in the kitchen before making a cup of water for Areum.

Handing it over to you, he watches as you sit her down on his futon, hyperventilating. Her breaths are stuttering, unable to control herself as you lift the glass to her lips. "Drink up."

“I don't," hiccup, "wanna," hiccup, "drink up."

"Well, too bad," You snap, bringing it closer to her lips. "Drink it or I'll pour it on you." Areum is slightly frightened by your threat, abiding by instruction and taking sips from the glass.

Seeing you solve an issue that he started himself makes his heart clench. It was just who you are as a person, no matter how hard you tried to escape, being the mediator just so happens to be in your life-job description.

When Areum irrevocably calms down, you gesture toward her phone. “Do you have anyone to call you to take you home?”

“No, I’m not leaving.” Areum insists, swallowing with an uneasy gaze because truthfully, her confidence is questioning now in your prescence. “Well, you should. This is Jungkook’s apartment and I’m sure he doesn’t want you here.”

“Then... why are you here?”

“Because...” You sigh, pushing away the strands in front of your face that cascades over your exhausted eyes. “Jungkook hasn’t eaten yet today and I don’t think I can live with that guilt, despite how angry I am with him. So, I’m cooking him dinner.”

Areum scoffs, wiping the remaining tears on her face. “So what? You’re just going to wait on him hand and foot? Act like a servant?”

You shake your head. “No... I just really like him. It’s all that it is. I’ll take care when he needs me to, but I won’t let him walk over me. I do have an ounce of self respect, and I wish that you would too. Waiting for a guy who won’t even look in your direction is something I’ve wasted my time in doing before, and I’ve been left with nothing but regret. Leave now or else you’ll hate yourself in the future for staying any second more.”

It doesn’t take long for Areum to start dialing her driver, without a glance at Jungkook before she rushes out immediately when her ride arrives. You spent half an hour conversing with her about your previous relationship—the one that Jungkook despised even hearing about—and explained what it felt like to be in your shoes, chasing after a man who you eventually learned didn’t love you back. Sure, you may have forgotten to mention the one day he came bursting into your apartment and professed his undying love for you, but even Jungkook knows that Areum doesn’t need to hear it.

Gently shutting the door shut, you don’t even sneak a glimpse at the boy before making your way into the kitchen.

“Baby,” He calls out, and it’s a term of endearment that you’ve grown to love, especially since your ex never thought of calling you something so sweet. Jungkook not being able to take care of dealing with the situation with Areum fueled your anger, but he tried, didn’t he? And it was getting hard not to forgive him whenever he assigns you these pet names. “Thank you for that... really.” Jungkook says, and his voice is soft to the point that it’s almost a whisper, scared and walking on eggshells.

“I saw the article.” Running your hands under the faucet, you squirt a bit of soap into your palms and lather it over your skin. Hoseok was right about you probably unwillingly seeing the article on your phone, since you’re much of a tech savvy person and he should probably turn off those notifications for you. “And I read it.”

“You read it?” Jungkook asks stupidly.

You peek over your shoulder before shaking your hands off the water in the sink. “Yeah. You didn’t tell me that Areum’s parents were friends with yours. I also didn’t know that they weren’t very present in her life either.”

“Why did it matter?”

Walking over to the bag of groceries, you start to unload the bags. “Because it makes sense why she’s so desperate for your attention, Jeon. You’re her source of love and affection. If you’re not around, there’s nowhere else for her to get it. Sure, she has fans but they don’t really know her.”

Are you... really pinning Areum as the victim here, despite the emotional rollercoaster she put you through?

Just when he thought you couldn’t surprise him any more, you still manage to.

“And... what am I supposed to do? Just stand around and be that support for her?”

“No,” You respond shortly, mincing the garlic on the cutting board that you found easily in one of his cabinets. This place has become your second home, after all, and everything you needed, you knew where to find. Including love—it was all Jungkook had to offer you. “But... you should’ve still let her down gently. She’s wretched without you in her life and you rejecting her will only prompt her to do stupid things to capture your attention.”

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “And what? That’s supposed to be my job to make things easier for her when all she’s done is made things difficult? What’s in it for me?”

“All is fair in love and war.”

“What?” Jungkook snaps, bothered with how you’re going around the main topic with your word games.

You drop the knife on the board, brushing off your hands. “It’s not fair, and I know it isn’t. But... you like me right?—”

“You know that I more than just like you.” He interrupts to correct you without hesitation. “So don’t say it like that.”

“Well, then that’s the case. It’s obviously not going to be easy... you know,” were you afraid of saying the word ‘love?’ “... having feelings for someone like that. So yeah, it’s not fair that you have to let her down gently, tell her that you’re not interested in her but not to the point that it’ll drive her mad. I don’t want problems if we’re going to do this, Jeon.” Chewing your bottom lip momentarily, you turn to finally meet eyes with him. “I do want to do this whole relationship thing with you, you’re very convincing. But I have to have some ounce of self respect, right?” It’s the same words you used on Areum earlier, ones that you obtained from leaving your relationship with Yeonjun. If anything, Jungkook doesn’t want to replicate the same thing as your previous love.

“Okay,” He sighs, defeated, making his way toward you. Truthfully, the few days without you had been more than just dreadful; he recognizes the impact you’ve made on him, and just your presence in front of him soothes him. “Tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.”

“Sooo.... does that mean you guys are together together?”

Jungkook still hasn’t quit his day job at the market yet, in spite of spending the majority of his free time in the main headquarters with his mother and her staff so that the transition flows smoothly. He figured dedicating a little more time on the floor might help—although truthfully, he was hoping that you’d be on shift today. But when your name shows up on the schedule, and he sees that you’re not here, something about another girl taking your spot today because you have “personal matters to attend to.” What does that mean anyway?

"I don't know," Jungkook responds with a sigh, fingers raking through his messy hair. He hasn't actually given up on chasing you, especially not how far he's gone in doing so, but he was starting to feel discouraged with your unclear signals. "She wants this, but she also doesn't. I don't know how I'm supposed to convince her to stay, or if I should even. I don't want to overstep boundaries yet at the same time, I do because I want her to know that just as much as she knows what's right for me, I know what's right for her."

Hoseok scoffs, a chuckle trailing afterwards. "This is so weird coming from you. You know what's right for someone else?" Jungkook shoots Hoseok with a glare and the latter male raises his hands in defeat. "Anyways, she did call out today, in case you're wondering. I can tell that you are, or else you'd probably be up at HQ by now, running over some big man company stuff."

"... Why's she not in?" Jungkook asks, disregarding whatever joke it is that Hoseok is trying to pull out his ass. Hoseok shrugs, turning the cans on the shelf to showcase the labels. "Something about personal family matters. I don't think she's trying to avoid you if that's what's running through your mind. This isn't the first time it's happened, so I can't say that I'm surprised."

Jungkook observes his friend curiously, suspecting something serious is hidden underneath his words. "What do you mean that this isn't the first time it's happened?" Hoseok's gaze is wavering, ignoring the way that Jungkook looks at him. "That possibly... the last time this happened was because loan sharks—"

"Loan sharks?" Jungkook exasperates, eyes bulging to the point it nearly falls out of its sockets. "You're telling me that she dealt with loan sharks?"

"Sorta," Hoseok laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his nape anxiously. "Something about... both her siblings had to pay for college and their dad took a loan with some guy—"

"With some guy?" Interrupting and reiterating Hoseok's words are the only things Jungkook could do in his state of disbelief. "Why didn't she just come to me? I could've just taken care of the whole ordeal for her." It's a pang in his pride knowing that you didn't think of him in a moment in need but resorting to just dealing with the issue yourself. Glancing over at the analog clock that hangs between the two windows, it's close to the end of his shift. He'd stop by. Sure, you'll be pissed but you need help, and he wants to be the one that saves you instead of the other way around.

It only takes a couple minutes for his driver, Hyungjin, to arrive outside of the market, and Jungkook is grateful that his parents were willing to give him access to the family wealth again. If not... he would have had to take the bus... and he's not sure if he could handle the smell once more.

"Thanks, Hyungjin." He leaves off, and Hyungjin rolls down the window. "Would you like me to stay, Mr. Jeon?"

"Uh..." Jungkook pauses for a moment, peering over at the small alleyway that leads to your house before looking back at Hyungjin. Would you kick him out? Tell him to leave and that he was overstepping boundaries? Possibly. But he had to be there for you. "I think I'm okay. You can take your leave. I may be here a while."

The route to your house is familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time—everyone was cooped up indoors, quiet, and no people bustling about in sight. There's a breeze that picks up as he gets closer; the sky dimming with the mood when he eventually reaches the front door. Gathering enough courage to lift his hand up in preparation to knock on the door, he feels his stomach knot at the thought of your angry expression.

It opens the same time his knuckles barely meet against the wooden material, eyes widening at the appearance of you heaving, out of breath, dark circles underneath your stare.

"Jungkook?" You oddly sound on the verge of relief yet at the same time irritated with his attendance. "What are you doing here?"

"Hoseok vaguely mentioned that you'd be home." He responds cautiously, observing your expression. He honestly can't identify any of your current emotions, or if the slight sound of annoyance from your tone is genuine or not. "And... I figured I'd be here for you, whether or not you believe you need help. And I'm hoping that you'd contact me if you're in trouble."

"I'm fine," Responding through your gritted teeth, you shift your sight line away from him, blocking the doorway. Despite your efforts, he can still see inside from your small frame, brows furrowing in frustration at the scene before him.

The well-kept living room is completely trashed. Your family home had been previously stacked with tons of unnecessary items from your parent's strange addiction to hoarding but they were relatively more organized than you'd like to admit. But this—this was different. This looks like a home invasion. Boxes fallen onto the floor are spewing out the goods within them, picture frames hung on the wall had glasses that were broken, shattered on the ground, and pretty much anything that had their own little designated area to be in was just sprawled everywhere throughout the home. "What the hell... what happened here?" He pushes your arm that shields him from previously entering in, but he pays no mind anymore. "Did someone try robbing you?" Miyoung is seated on the carpet, face in her hands as she's bawling uncontrollably with her mother rubbing her back comfortingly. Your father and Daehyun are trying to pick up the pieces, cleaning up whatever mess was made.

"More like the loan sharks came," Daehyun mutters and his father slaps him up the back of his head. "What if your sister didn't want him to know?" Daehyun whimpers at the impact, rubbing his nape soothingly. "Well, he should, considering he has the means to."

"Daehyun," You say his name with a hiss, and he looks frightened by his younger sibling, immediately rushing back to resume his work. Turning to look back to Jungkook, you squint your eyes. "Let's talk outside."

After shutting the door, you stand in the cold with your little t-shirt on with jeans. It's freezing outside—evidently so when your cheeks and tip of your nose fade into a tint of pink, reminding him of strawberries and how sweet they are in opposition to the attitude you're exhibiting right now. "Why are you actually here, Jungkook? Can't you see we're in the middle of something?" Jungkook doesn't hesitate to take off his outer layer of clothing, slipping out of his jacket and placing it over your shoulders as you mutter a quiet 'thanks' underneath your breath, contradicting your tone presumably.

"Why are you still borrowing money from loan sharks?" It doesn't make sense to him, especially not after seeing how much Junghwan was depositing into your bank account lately from the consulting gig. The amount was more than enough to help your family in whatever debt they may be in. "I thought the money from the Jeon Corp was helping."

"It would’ve..." You respond, voice less aggressive than it had been before. "But my parents didn't tell me until today that they borrowed more money from them. They've been paying for Miyoung's schooling even though they told me that she had a job and was paying for it herself. And for some reason, I believed that. I can't even believe myself that I fell for that. Like do you hear how that sounds? Miyoung? In school and working? She couldn't even juggle gymnastics lessons and middle school, let alone a real job. And then I get a call at 8am that these stupid gangsters or whatever were threatening that if we don't get the money fast enough, they'll fuck us up?"

"Should we call the cops? We need to get authorities on this—"

"Jungkook," His name escaping from your lips is gentle, calming in comparison to the other times you've said it. It sounds defeated, exhausted, and truly caving into the problems your family had arisen again. It's his name, not his family's, and he finds his own mood dropping with yours at the thought of not being to help you through himself, but through his family name. "We're involved in an issue with these guys that are definitely a part of something bigger. If anything, they probably already corrupted law enforcement."

Jungkook sighs, hand going through his hair, completely loss for words. "Then let me pay the debt. If you won't let me pay them because of some pride thing, then pay me back. It's better to owe me than to owe them."

You frown. "The interest rate is through the roof, Jeon."

He shakes his head. "I can't just stand here and not help you. I don't care what the interest rates are or how much it is in total. If the Jeon's can pay for it, then so be it. Let me take care of you for once, something I can actually do. Stop walking through things like this alone when I'm here with you. I don't know how many times I have to keep telling you this."

"I just..." You turn away, chewing the inside of your mouth anxiously. "I don't want you to think that I'm in this for the money, despite the beginning reasons for our relationship."

"You're not!" He defends, fingertips against your chin to turn your gaze back onto him. "Trust me, I don't even see it that way. I just want to help. Your parents need help. Your siblings need help. If it's for Miyoung to go to school or for you guys to have food on the table, I'll do whatever you need."

There's silence in the air between the two of you, the only sounds are your uneven breaths. He wants to be useful, for the first time, and feels the need to impress someone and do better for himself. Jungkook acknowledges he finally has a drive, motivation to work for something that is worthwhile. Throughout the years, he found himself without a want to do anything, particularly because he felt as though the backlash from his brothers were consistent with no end in sight. It was what he had come to terms with, realizing that there wasn't any point in trying anymore when the possibility of making someone proud didn't exist.

Until he met you.

There's a push to try harder, to put more effort, and willpower to do what he can to make any situation better. He didn't know that asking you to be part of his life would make it drastically change so much—up to the point that he found his everyday routine to switch up. Jungkook perilously wanted to be better, erase all the mistakes he made in the past, to be enough for you.

But to you, the thought of bringing heavy baggage into a new relationship felt wrong. He'd done more than he said he would and he's shown it through his actions. Already, he's been making vast decisions that you'd never thought he'd make—one of them being him trying to pay off your family's debt. It's an act of kindness, something you learn. It's just what Jungkook did because his heart is warm. No matter how often you could tell him that he needs to thoroughly think things through, he can't help when his natural instinct is to see the good in everyone.

"Please." He begs, shattering the glass of quietude. Letting out a deep breath, you nod, swallowing your pride away to allow him to help you for once, something that you had to accept that he's capable of doing for you.

Handing the check over to Daehyun, his eyes lit up at the numbers written on the line. It's in the positives—digits that he's never seen as a given but as an owed. "Jungkook, oh my god. What's this for?"

"Uh, your sister agreed that it was okay for me to lend you guys a helping hand. With my new position in the company, I figured with this extra income... I would help you guys out of your rut. Hopefully, this covers not just the debt you owe to the loan sharks but everything. Finish paying off the house, get your parents something good to eat, and even get yourself a new suit for your job hunt."

Daehyun glances over at you before turning back to Jungkook. "And she's okay with this? Even though she's been rejecting us the entire time to ask you for assistance?" Jungkook raises a brow, eyes darted at you. "So... your family was good with asking me the whole time? You were the only one who wasn't on the same page?"

"What? It's crazy for me to ask my rich boyfriend to help my persistently indebted family. I can't help that I'm just being realistic here. If you all just told me that Miyoung wasn't actually paying for her own tuition, we could've prevented this."

Miyoung is taken aback. "So, it's suddenly my fault?"

"Why else?" You snap, your final strength to hold back dissipating. The number of years you've withheld yourself from speaking truthfully toward your siblings and parents had patience that was wearing thin. "You are the one who is going to college. You are the one who needs their tuition paid. You made mom and dad feel bad about not making ends meet to the point that they were obligated to borrow money... again! They were so embarrassed they had to lie to me. Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?"

Flabbergasted, Miyoung is at a loss for words. Regardless, she regains herself with an angered expression, the entirety of her face flushing pink. "Because I couldn't handle working and doing school at the same time? That I didn't get a scholarship like you did? How am I supposed to meet up to your expectations when you literally have a genius IQ?"

"You don't!" Voice raised; you could feel the vein in your neck bulging. "You make realistic expectations for yourself and plan. You didn't need to go to that fashion design school when community college is completely fine. And if you really felt like you had to go there, why didn't you consider taking that financial responsibility over our parents who barely made it out of their last debt? The debt that I paid for, by the way. What about taking your general credits at community college then transferring?"

Hushed, Miyoung doesn’t respond but sits still with the remains of her mascara streaking down her cheeks. She’s never been yelled at, Jungkook can tell from the way your parents survey the situation in awe.

“Since this is all settled, I’m leaving. You guys can figure out what you want to do with the money—take me out of that equation. I need a break from everyone.”

Jungkook admires how you walk out so eloquently as he follows behind you, your backpack slung over his shoulder as he bows goodbye apologetically to your parents.

Jungkook spends the night.

It’s become a reoccurring event, him being able to stay over at your house and even in the same bed. The action is a foreign one since Jungkook always found himself leaving right after a one night stand. Somehow with you, he doesn’t even have the urge to have sex as frequently—not that he didn’t think you were attractive but something about having your company is enough for him. He’s honestly just grateful that you let him into your arms again, let him have you in his arms again, whether or not you made it clear that you’ve forgiven him and if it’s for one more night. The scent of your shampoo lingering on your skin is so intoxicating that he wishes he could be even closer.

Yet, when he wakes up this morning, the smell of lavender doesn’t fill his nose but rather the aroma of different types of pastries unusually does.

Opening his heavy lids, he scopes the room when he notices the space beside him on the bed is empty. The door is left ajar, barely enough so he could see your head peeking above the half wall, hair tied up loosely in a messy bun, frantically moving around the kitchen.

Deciding to see what you’re up to, he gathers himself up, slipping into his sweats that were thrown carelessly onto the floor from the night before. Opting out of trying to find his t-shirt into the mess of your room, he walks out of your bedroom.

You’ve been up since 4am—unwillingly, of course. Anxiety has been gnawing out your insides, acidity brewing in the pit of your stomach, and not even a nice cup of hot chocolate could help calm the nerves. You blame yourself and the emotions you’ve been conditioned to feel throughout your childhood, soon haunting your adulthood because you’ve never stood up for yourself in front of your parents before. You’ve always been considered the ‘golden child,’ the prodigy that exceeded everyone’s expectations, there whenever someone was in need.

So knowing that your parents didn’t want to depend on you for money and decided that the best choice they could make was to request money from a loan shark wasn’t a great feeling.

The best way to get rid of that weird rumbling in your gut? Baking. A whole lot of baking.

In fact, you baked so many pastries that the kitchen was spilling carbs. Jungkook is definitely going to wake up with his mouth dropped onto the floor, confused as to what demon possessed your body and made so many sweets.

You weren’t entirely wrong, because the moment you turn on the heels of your feet, Jungkook stands there at the archway that separates the kitchen and the living room, leaning against the concrete with his arms crossed against his naked chest. You’re licking your lips at the sight, but you shake your head from the dirty thoughts. “Uh, morning.”

“Mornin’,” He hums, a simper tugging at the ends of his lips. “What’s with all this? Deciding to open the bakery earlier than expected?”

You frown, rubbing your hands onto the fabric of the apron that’s tied around your waist. Jungkook swears that this is the prettiest he’s seen you—in a pair of sweats that are too long for you, dragging across the floor as you walk with paint stains, a loose grey t-shirt that Jungkook identifies is actually his, the one he was looking for earlier but he prefers you in it more, with your little apron that has little cartoon sloths all over it. You have a sprinkle of flour on almost every part of you, but your messiness makes you adorable. “No... I’m just trying to... sooth this anxiety.”

Jungkook’s expression twists into worry. “What’s wrong? Is it your parents?”

Spot on. “I mean... sorta, yeah. Why didn’t they tell me that they were going through financial issues? Why’d they hide from me? Am I incapable of it?” You sigh in unison with the oven’s timer beeping, quickly jerking to snag the mitten from the counter. Pulling out a tray of tarts from the rack, Jungkook is speechless at the sight of more sweets. “I-Are you baking to cope with your feelings?” Picking up one of the cookies that sits on a plate on the kitchen table, he tears off a portion and takes a bite that nearly sweeps him off his feet. You slap his hand but he’s already stolen a piece. “You’re only allowed to eat the ugly ones! They’re for your mom.”

“Holy shit—“ He’s gasping at the taste. “What the fuck? Do you have a green thumb but not for plants instead for desserts?”

You blink blankly at his startled look. Jungkook drops the cookie back onto the plate, brushing off his hands. “Listen, I’m sure they know that you’re more than capable. But you just paid off a loan for them recently. Maybe they’re feeling guilty making you responsible for everything and wanted to feel like parents for once.”

You scoff at his response. “Are you... actually seeing this from someone else’s perspective? I’m surprised.” Breathing out in loss, you nod. “Maybe you’re right. I still can’t get rid of this feeling of insecurity though. But... anyways, you should take these to your parents’ house since... I don’t know what to do with it.”

Making his way towards you, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace. Pressing his nose into the crown of your head, he flutters his eyes close shut, inhaling in your scent again. It’s a mixture of lavender and your natural aroma with a hint of the sweets you’ve been surrounded with this morning. He knows why you have this armor around yourself all the time, from your brother to your sister and to your parents, it would be surprising if you didn’t. Jungkook wishes that you eventually will strip yourself from it, letting him be part of you wholly, without a piece of iron or steel in the way.

Unexpectedly, Jungkook says the words you never thought you’d hear from his mouth. “I’ll be waiting for you, just so you know. I know you need time to find yourself and learn ways to make yourself happy without having someone providing it for you but... remember that I’m always here and I want to help.”

Who is this guy? He surely isn’t the guy you met months ago, and especially not the one you saw on the magazine covers with articles in tabloids about whatever shenanigans he was up to. He isn’t the guy you saw lying on one of the couches of Hoseok’s yacht, drink in hand, completely intoxicated with a stomach filled with just alcohol.

It was like Jungkook had woken up from a dream and accepted reality. You still can’t pinpoint the reason for Jungkook to pick you out of all the girls out there that chase him but he does anyway. Maybe you’d learn to grow to accept what he has to offer you, especially since he evidently was willing to after the stunt he pulled the day before, handing over a check to pay for your family’s debt.

“Listen, I swear, you need to try these cookies.”

Junghwan stares at his youngest sibling with a brow raised in confusion. “You didn’t poison them, did you?” Seated behind his desk, Junghwan allowed Jungkook to enter into the privacy of his office but didn’t consider what the reasons were when he searched for him. They didn’t often have a close relationship to request for each other like this, but the eagerness in Jungkook’s voice was inviting.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, opening the box that you gave him to pack all the baked goods this morning. “Trust me, Junghwan. I want you to try the cookie and the pineapple tart. Tell me what you think—especially the tart. I never thought I’d actually enjoy a pineapple tart but after taking a bite of that—”

“OK, ok, I’ll try it.” Junghwan interrupts Jungkook’s tangent. Grabbing one cookie and pineapple tart, when he brings the cookie to his lips, it practically melts once it reaches his tongue. “What the fuck—“

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say!”

“So it wasn’t just the cinnamon bun? It’s not just a one-hit wonder but rather she’s really good at everything she bakes, isn’t it?” Standing up from his desk, he brushes off his hands. “But... there’s a reason you brought this to me, isn’t there?”

Lifting his hands up in defeat, a mischievous smile tugs on Jungkook’s lips. “Oh, big bro, you caught me. How about this? Hear me out. What if we decide to incorporate her desserts into the café? And possibly the dessert menu for the new restaurant chain you’re thinking of opening?”

There’s a look on Junghwan’s face that is unreadable. The idea doesn’t sound entirely crazy or absurd, in fact, it makes sense. You’ve gained his trust, especially since the amount of advice you’ve given Junghwan that actually succeeded, saving him so much money in the process. “That’s not... a bad plan. But I guess I should be asking if she’s willing to do it. And if you really want to do this, I need your help with it.”

“I mean, yeah, of course. That’s a given, hyung.”

It’s been what feels like forever since the last time Jungkook saw that glimmer of hope back into his eldest brother’s eyes. He seems proud, glad to see that Jungkook isn’t only taking steps but producing lunges for his future, getting involved in the family business in his own way, and Junghwan was more than willing to help his youngest sibling. The view of Jungkook standing before his desk, box of treats in hand with a plan in action, it’s a sight for sore eyes. There’s an initiative that he’s taking on route with an ambition he wants to achieve, something he hasn’t seen from Jungkook in all he’s known him.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Grab a seat, let’s talk business.”

Doesn’t take long for Jungkook and Junghwan to organize something together specifically because you’ve already done a lot of the devising for the Jeon’s new restaurant chain with Junghwan. Jungkook had ideas of opening a bakery for you, his own payment in return for the brunt changes you’d forced upon his life for the better.

But when he brings up the topic to you on a Saturday night, rested upon your couch beside Hoseok who freeloads off of the snacks you have in your cabinets, you’re laughing full of distrust and incredulity. “You want me to what?”

Hoseok watches the scene unfold before him, withholding the giggles that tempt to escape his chest.

“I want you to get involved in the café and the chain’s dessert menu.”

Hoseok’s jaw drops at Jungkook’s statement and the confidence in his tone of voice. “I’ve already talked to hyung about everything and we discussed what it entails—”

“And Junghwan agreed to this?” You shake your head, shutting the refrigerator door after grabbing yourself a water bottle. “Jungkook, that’s far way too much you’re expecting of me. I don’t even know if I have the ability to help with all those things. I wanted to open a small bakery for myself, maybe have a couple regulars come in every now and then—”

“Dude, stop arguing with Kook and take his offer!” Hoseok interjects, throwing the bag of chips onto the coffee table. “You finally have your dreams presented to you in front of your lap with the help of good people. You’ve only been going through hurdles your entire life, why can’t you just accept when someone is lending you a helping hand?”

So... why couldn’t you?

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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

WORD COUNT - ~4.3k

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 · 4 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 · 4 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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