I loved Cookie Run for near 5 years; I dedicated a large portion of my time to it and it was my main interest for years. But Ovenbreak has gotten so hostile, repetitive and just generally unpalatable to me that I haven't played it properly in a year and the last time I opened it was in September. I don't care about any new cookies, events, or anything that is released. It's crazy how I used to play it everyday for hours and would be desperate to find ways to keep playing it when I did everything and was bored, and now I can be bored out of my wits and still not even consider playing it.
I don't know what I expected from a gacha game in terms pushing purchases, but you'd think the game would have any appeal remaining. I still have favorite cookies but they aren't enough to make me want to play it again, I don't even think giving them an event would do it for me because Roguefort was in an event earlier this year and I didn't open the app at all.
It's crazy sad how a corporation can sap any love you had for something and drain you.
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I heard that Edward IV and Elizabeth Widvile were known to be very beautiful. Were there any reports on their appearance at the time?
anon 😂
But yes, contemporaries and post contemporaries in the 16th century were pretty much unanimous in praising their appearance. I'll list some of the ones I could find:
Elizabeth:
'The most beautiful woman in England' ('la plus belle fille d'Engleterre') - Jean de Waurin
'Her very great beauty' ('sa tres grande beaute') - Jean de Waurin
"Her beauty of person and charm of manner" - Dominic Mancini
"None of such constant womanhood, wisdom and beauty" - Hearne's Fragment; its author was one of Edward IV's servants
"A daughter of prodigious beauty' - 1469 Continuator of Monstrelet's Chronicle
"Both faire, of a good favor, moderate of stature, well made and very wise" - Thomas More
Edward IV:
"The beauty of your personage it hath pleased Almighty God to send you" - James Strangways, Speaker of the Commons in Parliament
"The king is a handsome upstanding man" - Gabriel Tretzel, travels of Leo of Rozmital
"A handsome prince and had style" - Oliver De La Marche
"In the flower of his age, tall of stature, elegant of person" - Croyland Chronicle
"One of the handsomest knights of his kingdom" - 1469 Continuator of Monstrelet's Chronicle
"A handsome and worthy prince" - Pietro Alipranto
‘...Tall and strapping as the king’ - John Paston, Paston Letters
"He was young and more handsome than any man then alive" - Philippe de Commynes
"A man so vigorous and handsome that he might have been made for the pleasures of the flesh" - Philippe de Commynes
"The handsomest prince my eyes ever beheld" and "I don't remember ever having seen a man more handsome than he was" - Philippe de Commynes
"A very handsome prince" - Louis XI, from the Memoirs of Commynes
"He being a person of most elegant appearance, and remarkable beyond all others for the attractions of his person" - the Croyland Chronicle, referencing Edward a few months before he died
"He seized any opportunity that the occasion offered of revealing his fine stature more protractedly and more evidently to onlookers" - Dominic Mancini, writing shortly after his death
"He was a goodly personage and very princely to behold...of visage lovely, of body mighty, strong and cleanly made; howbeit in his latter days, with an over liberal diet, somewhat corpulent, but nevertheless noy uncomely" - Thomas More
Etc.
I'm tagging @edwardslovelyelizabeth because I think you got a similar ask?
I hope this answers your question, anon! I don't generally pay a lot of attention to the physical appearance of historical figures (I find it pretty irrelevant), but in this case, it ultimately does play a role in both Edward IV and Elizabeth's historiographies for better and for worse, and seems to have actually been a personal prop of Edward's kingship, so I don't mind discussing it :)
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How I sleep at night after having made you feel bad for the character you didn't even know had lore:
PFFTTTT
WELL SWEET DREAMS THEN 💀💀
I swear, only you have this uncanny ability to interpret my favorite games in such specific and deep ways that catch me off guard lmaoo
I never thought hardly anything about Klimt before, I will be real, but now I’m like—wow, there’s yet ANOTHER sad example of the depressing way the world of Dark Souls sends people into lethargic and hopeless states. COOL.
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Querl thinks in the early hours of the morning
Brainy/Lyle oneshot
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If there was one thing Querl loved about working on Earth, it was the way it sounded in the early morning. Crickets and birds chirping in unison, the gentle howl of wind breezing by, the rustle of the flora outside, the occasional whistle of a hover craft passing by outside. It was all so calming, so wonderful. Combined with the soft colours of the fading dawn, it was one of the things Querl looked forward to the most in the mornings.
But nothing would ever compare to the feeling of waking up in the arms of his lovers.
Though lined with muscle built up from years of hero and spy work alike, Lyle was warm and soft. He radiated a sort of heat similar to an over worked computer or a lit Bunsen burner. To anyone else, it may have been overbearing, but Querl ran cold, so it was perfect. Almost as perfect as the plushness he had to his stomach, which Querl loved to sink his head into during quiet moments like this.
It was hard to believe that not too long ago, Querl would go days, if not not weeks or months, on end without seeing another person entirely. Cold labs and uncomfortable chairs were the way he used to spend his days and nights. He used to deem it a waste of time to make the trip back to a room he couldn’t even call his own every night. Sleep was a luxury he rarely indulged in anyway, so what was the point?
Things were different now, though. Now, he looked forward to putting away his laboratory equipment, packing experiments and data away for the night in order to fall into bed with the man he loved. He could hardly imagine spending a night away from him anymore.
Lyle lay sprawled out across the bed, nude aside from a thin sheet covering his hips and bunching up under one armpit. His chest rose and fell in a gentle, repetitive motion. Querl was strewn partway on top of him equally as nude with his legs thrown over one of Lyle’s own and his head nestled on his collarbone, shoulder wedged under his other armpit.
His eyes trailed over every inche Lyle’s face. From lashes so long they delicately brushed his cheekbones, to the mole that sat at the corner of his right eye. From the round cheeks he loved to plant kisses on, flushed with the heat of the night, all the way down to plush lips, parted as light snores escaped them.
Querl let his hand come up to stroke the heated skin on his lover’s chest and travel downwards. Smooth, scarred, smooth, scarred, that was the pattern of his skin. Markings that varied from thin white slashes, to splatters of dark discolouration that took up significant space. Their origins were widely unknown to Querl. His touches were feather soft as his hand came to a stop near the other's navel, though they evidently tickled as Lyle’s lips twitched in his sleep and a soft giggle escaped him before his expression settled once more.
Querl draped his arm across Lyle’s abdomen and brought a hand down to hold him around the waist, using his thumb to gently stroke his hipbone, where lay one of his larger scars, which spanned from his navel all the way around to his back. He knew the origin of this one. A mission gone wrong back when he was still working for earthgov, not long before he had joined the Legion. Apparently diplomats did not take well to being spied on during elections.
Lyle took a deep breath and shifted, rolling onto his side to face Querl, and he moved with him to allow the change in position. Lyle's eyebrows momentarily furrowed before smoothing out again, still deep in sleep. They were so close now that their chests were pressed together, their noses brushing against each other. He could feel each puff of warm breath ghosting against his lips.
Querl brought a slow hand up to brush a stray strand of hair out of Lyle’s face before tucking the length behind his ear with a gentleness that few would believe he had the capability of displaying. It was getting longer, he noted. His usual mullet was shaggier, the back almost falling past his shoulders and his bangs touching down against his cheekbones. Beautiful as always.
He ran his knuckles against Lyle’s cheekbone and then cupped his cheek in one cold hand and swiped his under eye with his thumb, careful to not apply too much pressure. His heart soared when Lyle leaned into the touch with a soft noise.
His eyes flickered over to the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table over Lyle’s shoulder. The bright red numbers blinking at him incessantly told him that it was 4 in the morning, about an hour and a half before he and Lyle were to head into the lab for work.
There was a point in time where he would have simply climbed out of bed and headed in early to best optimize his usefulness, but now such things concerned him not. He could not think of a better way to spend his time than this. Now, he was content to press a soft, butterfly kiss to the spot between Lyle’s eyebrows and snuggle closer into his warmth. And he did just that, slinging an arm around Lyles waist and tangling their legs together.
He never thought he was capable of feeling a love like this, nor did he ever think it would be returned so strongly. He had previously resigned himself to a millennium of solitude before Lyle came into his life and lit it up with the light of a thousand stars. Querl loved, and he was loved in return. He couldn’t ask for anything more.
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