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funkyllama's gameplay blog.

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Some sims in my historical gameplay who have gotten so rich, I've just decided to simulate the Great Houses who descend from Charlemmage Proculus Mettius Augustus Caesar.

in generation one, a singular sim got abducted by aliens, had twins, and has proceeded to haunt the narrative thru their bright ass alien skin.... & the founder's white ass hair has done the same. it keeps coming back.

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The Sultan enjoyed being a father. It was a welcome distraction from the grief which seemed to crowd him at every waking moment. He lavished his children with gifts and furnished their mother’s apartment with a nursery and attached chamber in which an attendant could reside.

Selim ached to introduce his son to the education he’d enjoyed. He’d impart his love of horsemanship onto his children, The Sultan was sure, as he introduced the babe to his dearest companion, Bucephalus. Though Bayezid was more interested in eating grass at the moment.

Their change in location did not prevent him from sneaking around with his wife’s attendant, Allyah. He was Abdul’s son, after all. How odd of him? To joke about such things now. Raising his children were certainly the source of this hope. Selim wished to be a good role model for his family.

His hope was not long lived. As the households slept, an inferno burned through the bottom story of The Sultana’s apartment. The blaze took both attendants who attempted to save their First Prince. Their effort was futile.

I wish this didn't actually happen as it happened. Little Bayezid had lost his death roll & I was working on his last post, time skipping with mccc. I unpaused the game to a raging fire, Sara reaped, and the NEWLY MADE attendant 2 seconds from being so herself. there was no hope! I tried to write around it, as Sara was my favorite of his partners... but I just couldn't figure out how. So it remains a canon event.

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The Sultan was more begrieved by the death and customarily sudden burial than anyone in his court anticipated him to be. Not that anyone beside Suleiman and his brother, Bayezid, truly knew the young ruler. Bayezid was probably dead, he knew; and that only hurt worse.

Selim had always wanted to make a name of his own. To ensure that his name be remembered among the great conquerors he learned of in the Palace School, but... What about his family? The one he was expecting, with his wife, Haolian?

His father was not a conqueror. According to The Nişancı, Abdul was a family man. The patriarch of their legendary dynasty, but Selim could not recall the voice of his father. What did his sisters think of the man who'd sacraficed each them for notoriety?

The hall's silence was interrupted by a flustered attendant, summoning her Sultan to the new Apartment of The Sultana. His wife was in active labor.

As Selim met his daughter, he knew that his children would remember his words, voice, and witness. That she would feel as valued as he had and none of his sons would share Bayezid's fate.

Before he could hold his Princess, another cry rang from the bed onto which Haolian was moved. The Sultan was the first to hold his son and as he gazed at the babe's face, Selim was overwhelmed again with thoughts of his father and brother. He named the boy Bayezid and allowed himself hope for their newly unplanned future.

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The households of The Valide Sultan and Haolian Hatun ceremoniously paraded through The Second Gate to officially join The new Sultan's court. Joining them were the young Cariye who'd trained as midwives under Kadin Myra; Elya, Onna, and Marie were long overdue a promotion to Usta.

The rest of the parade continued to their designated courtyards as The Sultan led his wife, mother, and grandfather into the Hall of Abdul for his first Imperial Divan.

The Divan itself would consist of four core members:

The Chief Vizier, Osman Khair Han

The Grand Vizier, Hüseyin Ali Pasha

Defterdar, Ferhad Mahir Celebi

Nişancı, Mesih Daula

While recognizing the voice of men carefully selected to marry & welcome imperial brides into their household.

As Mesih Daula sat to announce the Legal Marriage of The Sultan Selim bin Abdul to the Xia's Grand Imperial 6th Princess, he conferred to her the title of Sultana. Laila Hatun was then confirmed as Valide Sultan by the Nişancı, who continued reading proclamations drafted following Khair's proclamation of Abdul's death.

Not many listened as he read the request for tribute from the realm's wealthy families. Their daughters were either too young or nonexistant.

When the meeting was over, The Kefa's first ever Sultana was escorted to her own courtyard by the Valide Sultan and her attendants, Maya and Mihri.

Haolian had not yet been made aware of her responsibility within this court.

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Selim spent his first months in near solitude, travelling between the chamber of his late father and the manor house in which his wife, Haolian, resided. 

It was not fear that kept him from making a move, Selim had spent ample time in the Palace School, plotting and training for his life’s dream, which now sat in his reach. Rather, he enjoyed the cozyness of his home with Haolian.

And her attendants, too.

But their quiet life would be interrupted. Not only by his friend, Suleiman Daula, who came to inform him of the appointments to his Imperial Divan (Council),

but by his wife, who by revealing that she was with child, unknowingly crumbled their walls of solitude.

this post was made from the bits of screenshots I had taken before the original save file was corrupted, everything posted after has been shot & written since.

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In the morning hours of Selim’s rule, a foreign princess arrived into a gated manor within the Palace City; the walls of which surround the Palace’s Second Gate.

Emperor Hongxu’s sister, the Grand Imperial 6th Princess Haolian’s legal marriage to Abdul’s Second Prince was the result of his sending away Anisah and Iladi Hatun ( feasimz on instagram ). One in which the new Sultan was not made aware of. It was, for that reason, that her welcoming party was so small.

Usta Allya was one of the few remaining women from its former organization who’d remained untouched. Having been trained in midwifery and herbs under Kadin Myra, she was deemed skilled enough to serve as the princess’ maidservant.

Sara Daula, though, was pulled from the Palace School to enter this household. Her father, Abdul’s Nicanci (Calligrapher) Mesih Daula, was the only man within this new court with daughters mature enough to serve their Sultanate. How unfortunate it was that her sister could not join her.

Rather than answer any of her new mistress’ questions as to the location of her groom, Sara led the Princess inside. It was her intention to inform this new girl of her new standing and the questions that could come from such a revelation. However, her approach on the matter was interrupted by the new Sultan himself.

Still in uniform and no longer a boy. Sara dismissed herself.

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Sultan Selim bin Abdul of the Kefa Sultanate,

Second Soverign of the Sublime House of Murad, Sultan of Sultans, Khan of Khans, Bey of Beys.

does this page count as a royal simblr? lol

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The Grand Vizier was not dismayed by his dismissal. Rather, he took the opportunity to leave The Boy-Sultan in the chamber belonging to his father and left the Harem’s gate.

That evening a crowd gathered in the Second Gate of the Palace, which housed the Imperial Offices and unmarried men of considerable rank within the government. The group was made of men carefully selected during the reign of Abdul. They’d all been chosen, in a way, to protect his legacy. They, their sons, or fathers had been given an imperial wife in exchange for the loyalty which was in this moment, called upon.

At the order to, “Send word to the heirs of The Sultan Abdul, Rahimahullah,” the Grand Vizier’s word was ignored. The lull of silence was followed with gossip. Of three missing princes. And how odd it was, that the daughter of Mesih Daula, The Sultan’s Nicanci (Calligrapher), had not appeared for her lessons in the Palace School.

Selim’s rule would be secure, within the walls of this newly found court.

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With the Fifth Prince thoroughly questioned and the Chief Vizier summoned, Laila got to work on the plan of her late husband. The more volatile wishes of her late Aunt were left at the waist side. Instead of harming those within her grasp, she let the infant Seventh Prince claim his lands early. What was the son of a lesser Hüseyin to her, whose house had entrapped The Sultan?

It was wrong to think of a babe with disdain, she knew, but these thoughts would protect her son. Selim. He needed to know. And his little friend, Bayezid, needed to pay for the crime of his mother. Who’d since been escorted away. She didn’t need confirmation on the fate of her dear friend. Myra was dead, like their husband before her. Though any thought of revenge left Laila’s head at the Princes’ appearance before her. As she sat on the throne which until this morning’s events belonged to her Aunt, Cecylia.

Two men stood in front of her, though all she saw were the children she’d helped to raise. He didn’t know of his mother’s conspiracy. Neither knew of their father’s death. She ordered the Third Prince to take his brother, Mustafa, and leave. They knew its meaning, their summons and departure was preemptive. Like Imran, Bayezid was too young for governance of one’s own territory.

It was no longer her place to worry after another woman’s son. The Chief Vizier placed The Sultan’s ring on his grandson’s finger at their leave. With the power consolidated in their three dynasties, no one within the Sultanate could threaten their stability. When her son turned, covering his face from them to cry, she dismissed them both, “The Sultan will rest.”

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After spending the night with The Sultan, Myra awoke to find him still beside her, in the apartment she’d inherited out of his Second Wife’s disgrace. He was not breathing and, knowing that their young son, the Fifth Prince was asleep in the other room, she got quickly to her feet.

Mustafa could not see his father, there was no consideration as she picked the boy out of his bed without dressing or waking her maidservant. Cecylia, if she kept to their old routine, would have already begun her day. Myra had no time to think of their relationship. To ponder Cecylia’s jealousy, the Mahmoud’s would find out anyway, and her boy grew heavy when she turned to make way for Laila’s chambers. Her dear friend was too far.

As the gate clanked with her entrance into the Blue Palace, she could hear a voice, projecting. Reading a story of their father, who’d conquered his way through the lands of the former empire’s sons. She was going to ruin their day. Cecylia knew it, from the moment she caught Myra’s figure in the peripheral. The children were sent away with Emine.

The truth of what followed was unclear. First fell the Agha of the Girls, who according to the Fifth Prince, attacked his mother without warning. Her hold on the boy was then broken and was replaced by the strong grip of the frantic Godze Nada. He did not see her nor Kadin Cecylia again.

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The Sons of The Sultan enjoyed an all around cushy life, being sent to Palace School where they’d be given equal opportunities, and given provinces to manage after their education was complete. His daughters, though, were left to the provisions of their mothers, in furnishing, education, and prospects. This inequity was felt most deeply within the Blue Palace, whose daughters were treated as well as their mothers; Cecylia’s daughters were spoiled, almost gilded. And though Ayse’s mother had just welcomed the Seventh Prince, Imran, she’d been provided little frivolity. As Hafsa tailored another custom lace to the tune of Ayse’s harp, she couldn’t help but simmer over this disparity.

“Did you hear me? This is for my husband.” - Anisah’s words were harsh, but not entirely rude. “Your mother didn’t tell you? Baba asked for two of us, but I will be more than enough for-” Hafsa didn’t stay to finish. Knowing her father’s schedule, she set off for the apartment of Ikbal Laila.

When only an archway separated her and The Sultan, she hesitated. Her mother would soon welcome a fourth child into their cramped quarters, Usta Emine had been more than happy to please him without reward, handing babes off to her eldest daughter to watch over. Would an unknown Harem provide for her, more than this?

Her thoughts ceased at Khyra’s gasp - what were they talking about? His father apologized to his lover; something must have gone horribly wrong. Before he could finish the confession, Hafsa’s feet moved until she found herself bowing before them. Volunteering her future. At his agreement, The Sultan dismissed himself to share the good news with Emine; Khyra saved her tears until they were gone, frightened by her impending future outside the Harem.

In the morning, Abdul sealed his agreement with the departure of his daughters to the Xia Emperor. The heavily pregnant Emine was bestowed the title of Third Ikbal, a reward for her loyalty and that of her eldest child.

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Call me reactionary, but I will be deleting The Sims from my computer & I will not be coming back. I’m not giving a second of play time to anything owned in part by Jared Kushner.

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The Imperial Princes quickly adapted to life in Palace School. The palace itself acted more like a vibrant city of equals in scholarship, more than a castle with hierarchy. Populated with men and women from across the empire and far away lands, Palace School was a refuge where peasants and children of titled families would send children to become masters of craft and skill for their nation. There were entire families within the school, who’d raise children born into its system of education and duty. It was where ambitious people came to gain favor as well, leaving its walls with titles and lands or to enter the Harem in service of Concubines, as Eunuchs, Cariye, Usta, and Guard.

The boys themselves enjoyed their time at school in different ways. While Ahmed became quite a popular young man, unafraid to make his move, even after rejection, Selim and Bayezid, became the best of friends. When their father spoiled Selim with gifts, including a Stallion which was named for Bucephalus, the other boys were glad to not be in The Sultan’s eye.

Recounting a tale of a far away land in the south, Bayezid spoke of the adventures he would accompany Selim on to his friends. Well off boys, Amir Hüseyin, Suleiman Daula, and the soon-to-be Damat, Khalil Osman. There was no thought in the Third Prince’s mind of a life without his brother. At least, until Khalil asked the instructor if a Sultan could leave his territory.

The inquiry was met with a hash, “No.” And, while Bayezid had some doubt over its truth, he couldn’t help but to think of his own future. Selim’s life would be dictated by their father, but Bayezid would be allowed to forge his own path.

In the Chamber of Nada Hatun, The Sultan awaited the birth of his twenty-first child. Though their evening was interrupted with news from his envoy, Sinan Ferhad, who’d arrived from beyond the Eastern borders of his Sultanate.

Realizing his promise to Sinan’s father, Abdul began to grow tired of forming his own commitments.

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The weight of this day hit Abdul harder than any disappointment he had experienced prior. His plans laid in the future of the agreement between himself and Mahmoud, everything was going wrong. Who would he turn to, to replace his son-in-law?

Following the steps of the Agha of the Girls, he entered the throne room to find a few men, only two of which he recognized at first glance. The men in the room were vetted, trustworthy for now, that was sure.

Davud Pasha had fought alongside his father, and was father himself to his Harem’s Agha. Far too old for the task at hand, but surely useful. His eyes went to the man in blue, a merchant. Ferhad Mahir Çelebi was well known for his horde of treasures, though there was more to this role than wealth could afford. He needed someone… different.

The Sultan inhaled, and then coughed as if he were choking on air. The Vizier, Osman Khair Han stood at the center, a hand raised. His Hatice once stood in the center of Abdul’s world, why was he thinking of her, after so long? Realization hit hard in his stomach, flowing up and finding itself stuck, a weight he could not swallow. This was Hatice’s father.

As the grandfather of the Second Prince, Khair was an obvious, but binding choice. He’d only one remaining child, since losing… her. Selim would not be allowed a misstep with Khair in charge. Abdul did not voice these thoughts, rather he found himself drowning out Khair’s speech with them, before interrupting with promises of his own.

Beyhan Hatun would be wed to the Chief Vizier’s only son, Khalil, sometime in the future, such an arrangement would greatly please her mother. At once his own daughter, named for the late Hatice, would marry Khair to solidify their alliance. “You will have your pick,” he promised the room in their retreat.

Abdul looked out, piecing his own words together. He had not thought this through before speaking, “Your loyalties today will not be forgotten,” he paused briefly, “your sons, will reap your reward.”

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EA Could Be Going Private With A Concerning $50 Billion Deal

EA may be close to a near $50 billion deal with investment firms linked to modern slavery, opression, war, and genocide.

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Hey sims custom content creators, youtubers, and storytellers! Especially those who have collaborated with the Sims team or are a part of the Creator Network: I expect you to be vocally against this! Use your voice, pause your content, boycott their products, and make your demands known.

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With the arrival of Spring came time for the young men to leave for Palace School. The Sultan could not help but reflect on how fast time had moved, while holding his youngest son, The Sixth Prince Halil. Abdul was getting old, a wet cough always sat at the back of his throat; he had let himself go.

Time was getting annoying, or so he thought before a Eunuch arrived, whispering in the ear of the Agha of the Girls. Horrible news from the household of Fatma Hatun; Damat Mahmoud Agha was dead. The Sultan would have to find a new Chief Vizier, and time became overwhelming once again.

As the eunuch was sent away with orders to gather trusted men of rank, the Second Prince, Selim, pulled his adopted mother aside. Laila had done more than enough to provide for him and his sister Ildai, as if they were her own. He assured her of his allegiance, to her and to the Mahmoud dynasty. Neither of them had heard the news, to know the price of such commitment.

Though neither of the younger Princes cared, The Sultan’s contrasting favoritism was palpable when faced with their elder brother. A statement was being made in this event, one which Abdul had no time to linger upon. He left, to continue the day’s original schedule.

Godze Jana was a proud woman, who The Sultan had not called upon in many years. Though neither particularly like the other, they share a daughter in Beyhan Hatun. Abdul had wronged both her and the girl by ignoring them for so long, but this time, when she spoke, Jana was different. Pleasant and concerned.

Jana came from a region far north, travelling trade routes unknown to even The Sultan. She has no connections outside of the harem, and the other women won’t visit her apartment. These truths were made clear to Abdul; she was worried for their daughter, whose sisters have connections and appearances enough for decent arrangements.

After some convincing, Abdul came to realize Beyhan’s situation and the situation of his daughters from more humble beginnings. Their numbers were growing in the Blue Palace; three from the maidservant alone. What was her name…? Before he could ponder any real solution for the issue, the Agha of The Girls arrived.

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The Bas Ikbal delivered two new Imperial children with an audience of women at her side. Kadin Myra oversaw the labors of her dear friend, personally instructing the midwife Safaa.

The Imperial Princesses, Iladi and Zeynap Hatun stood before their mother, witnessing their own destiny. First, came another daughter whom The Sultan would give the name Yenisah Hatun.

The Sixth Prince, Halil bin Abdul Han was born shortly after. Though his arrival was overshadowed, when Usta Safaa had time to wonder how Tasha’s stomach had grown so quickly. When, and by whom, had this child been fathered?

The Sultan would have to sort out his mistake, knowing exactly when and where the child was conceived. He had ordered it. Tasha was given the title Hatun, the clothing of her vanished mother-in-law, and the key to the First Prince’s chamber. Their child would not be born in disgrace, of that they were assured.

When the child did arrive, he was given the name Abdul bin Hasan. A name in honoring the man denying the babe his birthright. As, the Prince was given administrative rights to the estate entitled to him, as Han within the Kefa Sultanate. Hasan realized his, effective, disinheritance; his new home sat in the easternmost region of his father’s lands. All too far to be included in the goings of government.

Joining the First Prince’s family was an envoy, whose purpose was to travel further. Prepared with tales of The Sultan’s greatness, rumors that his many daughters would soon seek husbands, and messages skating around the word: Alliance.