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foxpopvli · 5 months
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23. Middle Age
#foxtober2023
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estrellka-chipsa · 4 months
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Medieval Save 2.0 (with CC)
Welcome to my Medieval save for The Sims 4.
I've dedicated a considerable amount of time and effort into crafting it, and the work will continue with more worlds to come. As an enthusiast of this kind of Sims 4 world, I've created something that I myself would eagerly enjoy playing. I wish you a wonderful gaming experience with this save. Don't forget to familiarize yourself with the instructions.
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Main Information:
1. Remade cities: Willow Creek, Newcrest, Magnolia Promenade, Windenburg, Brindleton Bay, Moonwood Mill, Sulani. More worlds will be added in the future.
(for convenience, you can download this file and place it in the Mods folder. It will highlight the remade cities).
C:\Users\username\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods.
2. The following hidden lots have been remade: Police Station, Laboratory, Hospital, School + Classroom, Magical Realm, Movie Studio.
3. How to install the save:
Place the .save file at the following path: C:\Users\username\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\saves
Lifespan is set to high.
4. This is not a mod! It's a save file. Look for it in the game through "Load Game." Changes will only affect this save.
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DOWNLOAD SAVE FILE:
Patreon | Boosty (Public 25.XII.23)
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Many thanks for authors of CC and Mods: @lady-moriel @simverses ♡ @zx-ta @llazyneiph @janesimsten @pandorasimbox @deaderpoolmc @mizoreyukii @piedpiperworld @littlbowbub @chippedsims @littlemssam @kalino-thesims @miraim @clepysdra @eumedieval
All authors of CC and Mods (used in my save) can write me to get a free link for my save!
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utwo · 1 year
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Castle Runkelstein Italy
Runkelstein Castle, also known as the "Bilderburg", is enthroned on a porphyry rock high above the Talfer River and is known for the largest preserved secular fresco cycle of the Middle Ages.
© Igor Curcio
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some-places · 6 months
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San Marino
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lepetitdragonvert · 1 year
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The Book of Kells (détail)
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dk-thrive · 11 days
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Age is giving me the two best gifts: softness and illumination. It would have been nice if whoever is in charge of such things doled them out in our younger years, but that’s not how it works. Age ferries them across the water, and they will bring us through whatever comes.
— Anne Lamott, from "All that is true about aging is illuminated on a walk" (NY Times, March 14, 2024)
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kultofathena · 7 months
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lotusyiyen · 25 days
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conformi · 1 year
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Jean Colombe, Maître du Missel de Yale and others, Heures de Louis de Laval, 1470-1475 and 1485-1489 VS Pierre Coffin and Kyle Balda, Minions, 2015
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sigridstumb · 8 months
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I have finished my age-fifty molt, this is my middle-aged instar.
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Gold bracelet, Syria, 1000 -1200 AD
from The Louvre
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estrellka-chipsa · 4 months
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NPS outfit setting NoCC
"This is a settings file for the Command Center, containing presets for NPC outfits. It enables in-game generated sims to wear harmonious outfits instead of random clothing. This mod doesn't affect existing Sims.
Now, sims in your medieval-themed world won't be wearing mini-skirts and jeans.
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NPS outfit setting with CC
"This is a settings file for the Command Center, containing presets for NPC outfits. It enables in-game generated sims to wear harmonious outfits instead of random clothing. This mod doesn't affect existing Sims.
Now, sims in your medieval-themed world will be wearing medieval clothes. You need to download CC for CAS from: lady-moriel, Zx-Tagada, Medieval Sim Tailor & Carpenter [simverses]
This version does not include Custom Content (CC). Additional version with CC will be added later.
You'll need the MC Command Center mod
Instructions:
Place the file mc_dresser.cfg into the Command Center mod folder.
Adjust Command Center settings for outfits:
In Live Mode, click on the computer, select MC Command Center, then:
MC Wardrobe > Outfit Settings > Use Only Saved Outfits > Enable
MC Wardrobe > Percentage for Custom Skin Usage > Set to 0
MC Population > Population Settings > Check Clothing for Inactive Sims > Enable
MC Wardrobe > Age Range for Module Action > Toddler, Child, Teenager | Enable this setting if you want characters to wear our saved outfits when they age up. It only applies to the specified age groups. You can choose other age groups if desired.
DOWNLOAD (free): Patreon | Boosty
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male-body-swap-lover · 5 months
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Alcohol Led Me Down a Path to Age Progression
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Note: Alcoholism is a real disease and if you are having issues with it, please seek help.
Picture it. 1990. I am a senior at Princeton. Colin Vanderway, only heir to the Vanderway fortune. I am on the top of the world. Rich. Hot. Smart. A different girl every week. I am one of the luckiest men in the world. It’s another Saturday night kegger. I love beer so much. Probably my only weakness. Derek, Nathan, and I went to Kappa Kappa Delta for one of the last blast nights before our graduation. The night is wild. One of the best nights of my life. But man I have had so much to drink. Fucccckkkkk. I’m going home. I get behind the wheel of my car. I’m falling asleep and I can barely see. I’m serving. Almost back to my apartment. Suddenly, an old woman comes out of nowhere and I hit her with my car. Oh God!
I get out and try to find a pulse. I can’t find one, but I am drunk. I yell for help but no one is around. Suddenly a man appears from out of nowhere.
“I can help you”, he says.
“I need to go find a pay phone. I need to call 911.”
“If you do, you’ll be arrested. Why don’t I help you.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“No, I’m your guardian angel. This woman is dead. There is nothing the paramedics can do. However, I can save her.”
“Then do it. Hurry! It was an accident.”
“Hold on. If I save her, then you will face my consequences. It won’t be the cops, but you will pay.”
“It’s fine. I’m rich. I can pay you whatever you want.”
“Oh I don’t want money.”
“I don’t care. Just save her!” I start crying.
“Okay, here goes”
Suddenly the winds start whipping and the woman seems to wake up. Suddenly, it’s like I’m sucked up into a vortex. I’m tossed around and and scream for help. Finally after what feels like eternity, I’m dumped in a dirty apartment. There are beer cans everywhere. Instinctively I burp and my stomach starts to rumble.
“Look familiar”. He appeared out of nowhere.
“Fuck, where did you come from. Where am I”
“You’re in the future. October 23, 2023 to be exact”
“This is like Back to the Future man! Why’d you bring me here?”
“This is how I am making you pay. You see, you had two options. Option one was to leave that woman on the street dead. Option two was to save her and you pathetically chose to save her. Had you chosen option one, your father would have helped you cover up her death and your life would have gone on like normal. He would have paid her family to be quiet. You would have taken your place as rightful heir to your father’s company. Married a girl from a wealthy family and had multiple kids. You would have amassed power and become a republican senator from Connecticut. And yet, you somehow have a soul, and chose option two.”
“What’s wrong with you. We saved a life. Why are you upset. You are my guardian angel”
“Yes, but I’m a fallen angel. I love evil. And that’s who I thought you were, which I why I appeared to you. Alas, you chose to be good, and now we are here.”
“A fallen angel. So you work for the devil”
“Hahahahaha yes I do. The mighty lord”
“So if this is option two, what does that mean?”
“So because she survived, she sued your family. Your father almost lost his company. He disowned you and kicked you out of the family company. He gave it to a distant cousin. Due to your college partying, you have had trouble finding work and have mostly worked factory and maintenance jobs, just enough to pay your bills, and enough left over for beer. You never got away from beer. You’ve been married and divorced three times with two kids who hate you. This is all you can afford between your alimony payments and beer. Isn’t it depressing. Oh, have you paid the price for being nice.”
“Wait, if it’s 2023, that means I am 55 years old. I still look like I am 22.”
“Oh yes, let’s fix that.”
Suddnely my stomach rumbles. I start burping repeatedly and my breath reeks of beer. My arm hair starts getting thicker. I feel a beard sprout on my face as hair falls out of my head. My chiseled jaw dissapears under a layer of fat. The worst is my stomach. It’s pressing out and turning into a big ball. My clothes are so tight, and then they change as well. My shirt turns into a pale button up that is left unbuttoned and underneath it, my undershirt turns grey and seem to barely fit me. My acid wash jeans turn into dad jeans and my belt gets thicker to hold up my new pants. My stomach finally stops growing and my grey shirt can barely cover it. The age lines come in everywhere on my face and my back starts killing me. With one final loud belch, the transformation finishes. I waddle to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
“I’m old and ugly and fat.”
“Yes, well that’s your punishment for choosing to save someone’s life. No good deed goes unpunished. Oh and one more thing!”
Suddenly, a mug of beer appears in my hand. The intoxicating smell of barley reaches my nose. I start drooling for a minute before taking a big gulp.
“Good luck. Your life is pathetic, but at least you have your beer. Your new memories should come to you soon. At the rate you drink, I give you fifteen years max. Bye”
My guardian angel, or guardian devil dissapeared.
I sigh dejectedly, realizing my life had not turned out how I wanted. I sit down in my recliner, turn on the football game, and eat some peanuts that were on the table next to my chair. Beer. The killer, but one would say my best friend. Lucky me. I drink my beer and scratch my new belly absentmindedly. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
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kfedup · 5 months
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Mondaying
Ginger is struggling today. Typically on weekdays she gets to spend a few hours with Bowie at my ex's house. This weekend we put Bowie down. His cancer progressed very quickly over the last few weeks and it was past time. Chris found an incredible retired vet couple who came to the house and helped make it all so kind and normal. Ginger was there and got to sniff him before and after, but she also has limited object permanence and misses her time with her buddy. We all do, sweet girl. We all do.
I really struggled with it. I think I'm through the worst of it, but holy shit I was not expecting how this would bring up so many feelings about my marriage ending. Fuck off, it's been 9 years already. But I realized that I haven't actually cried much about it and hoo boy, this last week has been a real soaker. I once again need to thank Peter Gabriel for opening something in me that's been locked up for years with his amazing i/o concert.
A huge part of the struggle came from having to share the process with his wife and the energy of ownership she brought with her. I wonder if she struggled with my energy, too. I don't care enough to ask. I don't like her. I've never liked her. And earlier in the week we crossed paths and she complained about him to me in a way that seemed like she wanted me to commiserate with her. Over the man she... well... anyway, I'm ready to stop telling that story, so I'll start now and just say some people are too dumb for words.
I just got back from my bi-annual primary care well visit and my doctor and I both agree that I'm doing amazing, sweetie. Most of the long covid shit has finally begun to clear. I'm still having a hard time with cardio/heart rate issues and still getting week-long clusters of ocular migraines, but otherwise, I am better than ever. Coming up on 3 years of sobriety and nearly a year into daily exercise and meditation on top of the long-established dog walks. Sleeping better. Eating slightly less emotionally. Working to bring the meditation practice into the day outside of my sitting time; to walking, cooking, eating, working, listening, talking, or whatever the hell I'm doing in the process of living, is honestly geeking me the fuck out. Planning ahead to do a nice long silent meditation retreat next year.
That said, the wanting/craving for connection is constant. I keep seeing that meme that says something like don't awaken the love in a woman unless you intend to actually work to love her and goddamn. Trying so hard to not be a giant ball of resentment about it, but phew, it realllllly sucks to have someone make the play and then back off.
There's a spectacular golden hour happening right now. We just walked in it for a bit.
What's for dinner? I'm ravenous and I do not want to cook.
Happy Monday, mutuals.
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Quantum Leap HC
Sam Beckett was born sometime in the 1950s, so by the 1990s (his time), he would be in his 40s, which is generally considered "over the hill" for men. Yet, during his leaps, we see no trace of crow's feet, grey hair, and/or bald spots, among other signs of aging. Therefore, I believe that the "Sam" we see in the leaps is not Sam as he actually is, but how he visualizes himself (i.e., still in the prime of his life).
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dk-thrive · 9 months
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‘Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world, pierced by a ray of sunlight, and suddenly it’s evening.’
— Salvatore Quasimodo, from "Ed è subito sera" in Ed è subito sera (and suddenly it is evening) (1942 by Mondadori) (via Alive on All Channels)
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