#and thumbnails and tests. so good

[rennybu]

hehe... tagged for wip wheneverdsday by @vakarians-babe and @brother-genitivi ... happy friday everybody

(Tzip (left) is @jawsandbones​ character!)

[goldieclaws]

So this is a small thing but when I make actions play out of sync with each other, it really helps my animations feel that little bit more alive and it makes me very happy :>

Also, I had to simplify Grigori's design for the sake of animating (might add details later tho) so smooth Grigori isn't real, smooth Grigori can't hurt you.

[pretzel-box]

Tags: Comedy, Some Fluff, Streamer AU, GN!reader x Human! Sebastian

Words: 1,9k

"Pressured_Solace has started a stream. Click here to watch."

The blue notification button caught your eye as it popped up on your desktop, the usual alert signaling that your favorite streamer was live. A thumbnail of the game he was about to play accompanied the message, and without hesitation, you clicked to join the stream.

“Jellycatfished joined the stream!”

“Is that the real one??”

“Bet it's another faker looking for donations.”

A grin spread across your face as you slid your headphones over your ears, adjusting them for comfort as you leaned back in your gaming chair. Solace hadn’t noticed your arrival yet, too focused on setting up the stream and chatting casually with the early viewers. Hearing his deep, familiar voice through your headphones sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, filling you with a warm, giddy excitement. Pressured_Solace was your absolute favorite streamer—witty, thoughtful, and with a voice that could melt butter. Like you, he streamed without a face cam, leaving his appearance up to the imagination of his audience, which only added to his charm.

“I think… yeah, I’m all set. Everything’s good,” he mumbled into his microphone. You could hear the sounds of items shuffling around and the clatter of coffee mugs on a wooden desk in the background. Then he leaned closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “Test, test, 1-2, 1-2. Can everybody hear me?”

The chat lit up with eager replies—greetings, questions, and a flood of emotes scrolling by at high speed. The sound of his chuckle was like music to your ears as he tried to keep up with the barrage of messages. You could feel his excitement; it was the same rush of emotions and adrenaline that coursed through your body when you streamed.

“Alright, just a heads-up,” he continued, his tone teasing. “I got a new microphone, and I haven’t fine-tuned all the settings yet. So if you hear anything other than my voice… well, that’s just proof I’m not a robot.”

His joke made you laugh out loud, and without a second thought, you hit the like button to show your support. This was classic Solace, always with that sassy vibe and the funny comments right up his sleeve.

You moved your cursor again, hovering over the donation button as you carefully selected the amount, leaning forward with excitement as you typed a message to accompany it. Money wasn’t an issue for you—you had sponsorships, collaborations, and a well-paying side job as a secretary at a company called Urbanshade. So you took the liberty of spoiling yourself a little by supporting your beloved streamer.

“Jellycatfished has donated $1000. ‘You're telling me you are not an AI that will take over the world, Solace??’”

The automatic voice read out your donation, and Solace burst into laughter, probably shaking his head in amusement. “Welcome back, beloved Jelly. How many times do I have to tell you not to donate so much, silly?” His words were playful, but there was a certain softness in his tone, a hint of affection that made your heart flutter. Knowing that your favorite streamer had noticed you always brought a smile to your face. “But seriously, thank you, Jelly, for the donation,” he said warmly. “I appreciate your support—although I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to buy my loyalty.”

You laughed, quickly typing back into the chat, “Maybe I am! How else would I get the attention of the coolest streamer online?” A quick moment of embarrassment filled you as you suddenly regretted your message, was it too cringe? Too much?

Solace chuckled again into the microphone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “You don’t need to buy my attention, Jelly. You’ve always had it.”

The chat exploded with a flurry of reactions, hearts, and playful comments. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. This was the magic of streaming—the hidden identities, the mystery, the fun banter. It was your little escape from reality, and you loved every second of it.

Just then, a notification popped up on the screen.

“Pressured_Solace has invited Jellycatfished to a private match!”

It was an invitation to a combat pvp game that grew popular in the past few days, blowing up on social media. It became one of your favorite things to stream, and Solace knew that.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glimpsed at the sudden invitation. A private match? With him? You quickly accepted the invitation, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement. As the game loaded, Solace spoke again, his voice filled with that familiar teasing tone. “Alright, Jelly, let’s see if you’re as good in-game as you are at throwing money around.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of competitive spirit. It wasn’t the first time you played with him and surely not the last. “Bring it on, Solace. I’ve been practicing.” This was the last message you typed before the loading screen disappeared.

The game started, and the playful banter between the two of you continued over the ingame voice chat, filled with laughter, friendly taunts, and unexpected plot twists. The chat was loving it, spamming comments like “OMG, this is the collab we didn’t know we needed!” and “Ship them already!”

As the game loaded into the next round of the PvP arena, the tension between you and Pressured_Solace crackled like electricity. The map was a sprawling labyrinth of narrow corridors and open spaces, perfect for ambushes and quick escapes. You took a deep breath, fingers flexing over the keyboard, ready to bring your A-game. The chat, that was open on your second screen, was buzzing with excitement, filled with a mixture of support and playful taunts.

"Let’s go, Jelly! Show Solace who's boss!"

“Team Jellycatfished for the win!"

“Pressured_Solace may be good, but Jelly's got that magic touch!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the encouragement flooding in. The support from your fans always gave you that extra boost of confidence, especially when it came to facing off against someone as skilled as Solace. You knew he was good—really good. But you weren’t about to let that intimidate you.

“Alright, Jelly,” Solace’s voice came through your headphones, smooth and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I plan to do more than keep up,” you shot back, your voice light and playful. “I’m coming for you, Solace. How about a bet?”

“A bet?” He chuckles. “Sure.”

You started to smirk as an idea came to your mind. “If I win, I get to wish something from you.” It took a moment for Solace to reply, he was definitely teasing you by pretending to think. “Fine, but if I win, you're the one that has to fulfill a wish.”

“Deal.”

The match began, and you immediately took off, sprinting down a side corridor to grab some resources. You knew the map well enough to anticipate the power-ups and health packs that would spawn in certain locations. If you could get to them first, you might stand a chance.

But Solace was a step ahead. As you rounded a corner, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to duck behind a crate. You could hear Solace chuckling through the mic.

“Nice try, Jelly, but you’re gonna have to be faster than that,” he taunted, his confidence evident.

Your heart raced as you peeked out from behind the crate, firing off a few rounds in his direction. He dodged easily, taking cover behind a wall. The chat was going wild, cheering you on, urging you to give it your all.

“Come on, Jelly! You got this!”

“Don’t let him intimidate you!”

“Use the power of the Jellycatfished!”

You grinned, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You quickly reloaded and made a break for it, dashing toward the nearest cover. You had to stay on the move—staying in one place too long would make you an easy target. Solace’s aim was deadly accurate, and you needed to keep him guessing.

But every time you thought you had a plan, he was already two steps ahead. He moved through the map like he was born there, seamlessly transitioning from offense to defense. You managed to get a few hits in, but he was quick to recover, always staying just out of reach.

“Having fun yet, Jelly?” he asked, his tone light but focused.

“More fun than you can handle,” you retorted, launching a surprise attack from above, dropping down from a higher platform. Your ambush caught him off guard, and you managed to land a few solid hits before he rolled away, retaliating with a well-placed grenade that forced you back.

The chat erupted with excitement.

“YES! Go, Jelly, go!”

“That was epic!”

“Don’t let up, Jellycatfished!”

Despite the cheers, you could feel the pressure mounting. Solace was clearly better, his skill evident in every move he made. He was precise, calm, and knew exactly how to control the flow of the game. You, on the other hand, were running on adrenaline and instinct, trying to keep up with his calculated strategies.

And then he made his move. In a swift, decisive maneuver, he cornered you in a dead-end alley, cutting off your escape routes. You fired desperately, but his shots were faster, more accurate. Before you knew it, your health bar was dwindling down to nothing.

“Looks like this is the end, Jelly,” Solace said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Any last words?”

You grinned, a surge of determination flooding through you. “Yeah… don’t underestimate me.”

With a final burst of energy, you lunged forward, launching one last, desperate attack. It was reckless, but you had nothing to lose. You managed to land a few more hits before Solace finished you off with a well-placed headshot.

“Defeated! Pressured_Solace wins the match!”

The screen flashed the results, and the chat exploded with a mix of cheers and playful groans.

“GG, Jelly! You put up a good fight!”

“Solace is just too good!”

“Rematch! Rematch!”

“That was intense!”

Breathless, you leaned back in your chair, a smile tugging at your lips. “Not bad, Solace. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad? I’d say that was a pretty solid victory,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But you did put up a good fight, Jelly. I’m impressed.”

You laughed, feeling a warm flush of pride despite the loss. “I’ll get you next time, Solace. Mark my words.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the screen. “I always enjoy a challenge from you.”

The chat continued to buzz with excitement, fans from both sides celebrating the epic showdown. Even though you didn’t win, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You may have lost the match, but you had fun, and more importantly, you had earned Solace’s respect. And that, in itself, felt like a win.

As the stream continued, you and Solace bantered back and forth, the playful rivalry only fueling the chat's excitement. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved streaming so much—the thrill of the game, the support of the community, and the chance to connect with someone like Pressured_Solace, even if you didn’t know him outside of this virtual world.

But there was always tomorrow, and another game to be played. And who knows? Maybe next time, the outcome would be different.

A message plopped up at last, Solace texted you privately over the streaming platform.

“Alright Jellykitten.” He obviously joked by giving you such a silly nickname. “Time for my wish, prepare for your doom!”

“What is it, Solace?”

“Share your discord tag with me.”

[emilys-bangs]

cherry lips l e.p

Tags: fluff, first kiss, getting together, r has a lip peeling problem (bc I do too), teeny tiny mention of blood (from the lip peeling), no use of yn

Summary: Tired of seeing you pick at your lips, Emily gives you some lip balm. That proves to be a mistake.

Word count: 1.5k

“Here.” Emily throws a stick of lip balm at you. 

It falls on your lap and you give her a confused frown. She barely holds back an eye roll; your fingers are currently pinching a rough patch of skin on your lip—the rest is already peeled off—and when you drop your hand to pick up the chapstick, she catches a smear of blood on your thumbnail.

It really is such a shame. 

You have the most beautiful lips; kissable and soft looking and she’s so often gripped with the urge to lean forward and press her own to yours, test out that softness for herself.

But you have a bad habit—you pick at them constantly, your nails catching on rough skin and peeling it off, leaving behind bright red marks that are sometimes painful to look at. It doesn’t make you any less beautiful to her—god, she wished it did—but sometimes she takes pity on those poor lips of yours. And when she was shopping for some mid-week groceries last night, she couldn’t help but toss the chapstick in her cart.

She won’t be thinking too hard about why she did that.

“Really?” You ask, turning the chapstick over between your fingers, biting your lips to hold back a smile.

Emily’s heart trips when you look up at her with a quirk of your brow; she’s usually good at reading you, but right now she can’t tell if you’re amused or exasperated.

“Since you obviously don’t own one,” she quips, sitting down on the edge of your desk. You roll your eyes and run your thumb over the plastic tube, your nail dragging over the white lettering on the side.

Cherry.

Emily definitely didn’t choose that because it’s her favorite, and she most definitely didn’t choose it because she wants to see how that shade of red would look on your lips.

“I do,” you scoff, unthinkingly bringing your other hand to your mouth. Emily grimaces as you start tearing at the skin, insistent on peeling it off.

“Hey, stop that,” she swats at your hand. You frown as your hand drops to your lap. “Put some Vaseline on or something,” she says, her brow creasing at the blood slowly blooming on your lip, “or some of that chapstick you definitely own.”

She looks at you expectantly and you huff. “Smartass.” You mutter as she turns and snatches a tissue from Reid’s desk.

Emily arches her brow as she extends it to you. “Thank you, Emily, for giving me something I so desperately needed. Oh, no problem, it was my pleasure, really—”

You laugh as you take the tissue from her and press it to your bottom lip, wiping away the little smidge of blood. 

“Thank you, Emily.” You say sincerely, looking up at her through your lashes. “I really, really appreciate you giving me this lip balm and I promise to use it till it runs out.” You vow, your voice silky smooth, fingers wrapped around the chapstick as you hold it to your heart.

Emily’s heart stumbles once more. Do you know the effect you have on her? Sometimes she thinks you do, with the way you flirt with her, but other times you drip with genuine innocence, your smiles nothing but friendly.

“Whatever,” she murmurs, her booted toe lightly hitting yours. You smile and uncap the lip balm, twisting it to reveal a stick of deep red, almost burgundy. 

She almost stops breathing when you turn to the tiny mirror on your desk and start applying it, your lips quickly tinting red, the uneven splotches of recently peeled skin disappearing. You trace it over your skin and smooth your lips together when you’re done, spreading the balm evenly before you turn back to her.

“Good?” You ask as you cap the chapstick and slip it into your pocket. Something in her grows warm at the thought of you carrying it with you. She wonders if it’ll find its way onto your nightstand tonight, if it’ll be hidden in the pocket of one of your blazers tomorrow.

Emily almost laughs at the question. Her eyes drop to your lips, just to check, as if she hadn’t been ogling them while you’ve been turned away. She can still see the edge of the rough skin you were picking at, but it’s mostly hidden beneath the red. She has to tear her eyes from your lips, still ever so perfect.

Kissable. 

“Good,” she agrees, inclining her head in a nod. “I sincerely hope you’ll keep using it.” Her voice turns sickly sweet as she smiles, dimples curving in her cheeks. Your eyes brighten at the shift in her tone.

Grinning, you rest your chin on your palm. “Aw, you wanna kiss me that bad, Prentiss?” You tease. 

She laughs breathily, the sound a little choked if you listen properly. You have no idea.

“Just don’t want those lips to scare anyone away, hon,” she taps your nose and slides off your desk, grinning when you flip her off.

She settles back into her own desk and looks across at you, her heart warming at the light blush on your cheeks, a similar pink to your lips.

“Screw you, Emily,” you grumble, but you’re not fooling anyone with your poorly hidden smile.

She winks at you. “You’ll thank me later.”

----

It’s possibly the worst mistake she’s ever made.

Ever since she handed you the lip balm, you’ve been diligently applying it. Your lips are no longer cracked or dry; they’re plump and healed, shining with a subtle pink sheen, veering into red from the lip balm.

It goes without saying that work has become infinitely harder. She can’t focus when she sees the imprint of your lips on your coffee mug, a red kiss on the rim after you tip your drink back. When you pull out the chapstick in front of her she goes blank, her eyes zeroing in on the smooth, impossibly softer looking skin of your lips.

It only takes a week before her mind inevitably slips and exposes her.

You’re smoothing your hair in the bathroom when she walks in, also intent on touching up her appearance before delivering the profile. Your gaze slides to her and you smile, those perfect lips of yours turning up at the sight of her.

“Hey,” you say as she approaches, but she’s not listening. You’re turning over the chapstick between your fingers, the sheen on your lips telling her it’s freshly applied.

Emily doesn’t return your greeting. Her gaze drops to your mouth as she steps in close, closer than she realizes. 

“Your lips look good,” she says quietly. 

Your brows lift and immediately she feels her stomach drop, a flush rising up her cheeks. “Better,” she amends, her words breathless with embarrassment, “they look better. Than before. Not chapped.”

She really should stop talking. Her mouth snaps shut as her cheeks start to flame. She should stop looking at you, she thinks as your gaze drags over her. Your eyes linger on the pink tint of her pale cheeks, her widened eyes, the flush crawling up her jaw. She swallows and your eyes track that, too, making her body heat.

Emily sees the exact moment something shifts in your expression, as if you’ve come to a decision. Absently, you rub your smooth lips together. Absently, her eyes fall to them.

“They look good, huh?” You tilt your head. You take a few steps and close the miniscule distance between you two. Her chest presses into yours; she breathes in sharply. 

“You know what, Em?” You murmur, your eyes locked on hers in a way that makes her feel dizzy. “They feel even better.”

Emily’s heart races as you slip the lip balm back into your pocket. When you lean in impossibly closer and place your hand on her cheek, she stops breathing entirely.

“We’ve been playing this game for a while,” you say, your thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. She leans her face into your hand, chasing your touch. You smile.

“But it’s not a game, is it, Em?”

God, when you say her name like that. When you say Em and not Emily, when you let the syllables roll around on your tongue, when you say it lazily, carefully, as if you have all the time in the world.

Her hand finds your waist. She smiles a little, through her racing heart. “No,” she agrees softly. “It’s not.”

Your skin is warm through your clothes. She hears the soft hitch in your breath, the way your skin caves beneath her touch.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Emily laughs, soft and a little breathless. “Please,” she twists her fingers into your shirt, feels the material slip against her skin.

When you finally kiss her, she tastes cherries.

*I didn’t expect to write this so quickly after the first one but inspiration struck and I ran with it haha. I hope you enjoyed <33 I’d possibly like to write more for em, so if you’ve got any requests, pop in my inbox and let me know!

[inlovewithregencyera]

My Fair Lady: Late Baroque Era Set

(no fancy thumbnail this time, sorry) ♫ < baroque music

Please READ ALL OF THIS before downloading. I will not answer an ask if it was answered here. Read.

This is a late 17th-century/early 18th-century Baroque Set. You will get 25 items for women, girls, and toddlers! Towards the bottom, I will give you tips to start a Baroque Era Save (people to find on gallery and men/boy attire).

I would like to thank @the-melancholy-maiden @linzlu @sychik @batsfromwesteros @vintagesimstress @cringeborg @acanthus-sims @stereo-91 and sims 2 creator maya40 for the stuff I've used to make all of this. I'm sure there are more creators but I cannot recall their names off the top of my head. DM me if you see a piece of your mesh here so I can give proper credit. I would also like to thank @belleophile for testing these items for me.

The stuff in this set can work for the late 1660s-early 1710s.

WHAT YOU GET: You will get 3 hat hairs, 1 for each age I listed above, 2 Fontanges for adults that work with the hat slider mod, 4 adult hairs, an adult baroque hair comb piece, 1 adult baroque sash accessory used for court and portraits, 1 ribbon hair piece to go with a hair, and 13 dresses (2 1670s/1660s mantuas, 1 1680s-1710s Habit used for Hunting or Riding, 1 1690s-1710s court dress used for court occasions, 1 1690s-1710s jeweled portrait dress and 1 1660s-1670s portrait dress with sash, and finally 7 1690s-1710s mantuas used for everyday, formal, and seasonal wear. I've included 1 dress for a child and 1 dress for a toddler as well).

SMALL NOTICE ABOUT THE PIECES: The hairline on the hairs will not behave correctly if you have head shape presets on the sim. I've tried fixing that but no luck. If I manage to fix it, I will update it. The Hat Hairs are found in the HAT category and are not compatible with hairs you MUST download the hair files that I'll be including with them. This being said, if you remove sim clothing while they have the hat hair on, it removes the hair override too. It's strange, but just put the hat back on and it should fix. The comb, and ribbon accessory are also found in the hat category. The Sash is found in the GLASSES category. The 1660s-1670s Mantuas are not compatible with shoes, leggings, or socks. I've removed these options in CAS tools so you shouldn't have to worry about clipping. The Barbara 1670s Dress has a sash meshed onto it, and because of this does not behave well with bigger bodies. The same applies to the Henrietta 1670s Dress, as the pearls don't behave with bigger bodies. Same with the Sarah 1670s Dress jewels. The 1690s-1710s Mantuas will have small gaps if the sim is plus-sized. I have tried to fix these issues, but no luck. The hat hair fontange looks a bit gray without reshade or a lighting mod. @northernsiberiawinds has some good lighting mods. Other than that, it's fine. Below, is how it will look white with a lighting mod.

Everything has AT LEAST 20 swatches. Some things have more. There are only a few things that don't have this many swatches.

Here are some pics up close of what you are getting.

Here are some pics/fashion plates from this era.

Did I forget the 1680s mantua..? Oh no! Luckily, I've included this surprise 1680s dress you'll be getting as well for reading all of that. So 26 items! (here you can see hat hair fontange without lighting mods installed)

BAROQUE SAVE TIPS: These dresses will work for winter, summer, and traveling wear. Just add a fichu for summer wear or a shawl. For winter wear just add some long gloves and a cape. For men's stuff from this era, @stereo-91 has recolored some acanthus outfits which can be found here. I'll show you how they look below. I also recommend going to his gallery (ROTAMETERS91) as he has AMAZING builds for this era. For a little boy, @acanthus-sims has some stuff that can work.

DOWNLOAD

[whirliko]

🌷 kuosi collection 🌷

i started working on this recolor set around three years ago and only recently regained the motivation to actually sit down and finish it. so here you are, a big ol' pile of cas and build/buy items in finnish design patterns (marimekko, finlayson, vallila)! this is very much a self-indulgent set since i am a huge fan of finnish design but can't really afford to buy these items in real life (apart from the dozen marimekko bags i've thrifted lol).

a big thank you goes to my dear friend @cookiesandcrumbs for graciously making me a fem frame tee when i was struggling to find a good one to recolor. the tee has been tested in game, on all body sizes and no issues were found but if you find anything wrong with the tee, please send me an ask or dm! 💕

everything is base game compatible

some items require meshes (info on the download index page)

custom cas and swatch thumbnails

all the items have a bunch of fun swatches that you can take a closer look at through the download index page 🌞🌈

credit to mesh creators: @woosteru @trillyke @its-adrienpastel @ice-creamforbreakfast @charlypancakes

DOWNLOAD INDEX (sfs)

update july 18th 2023: i've updated the spec map for the AF jacket (thank you @cookiesandcrumbs), please redownload the file!

update july 22nd 2023: shadow maps have been updated for af jacket, af pants, af skirt, am jacket, am tee and cu tee, please redownload files!

update june 26th 2024: i have now included the mesh for all the dresses as well as the crossbody bag (thanks to creators and their open TOUs). i also improved the texture for the AF dress. redownload these files if you'd like!

[simplyanjuta]

Enhancing Sims Thumbnails 🖼️🔍👀

So I have received some questions regarding this post and had another look at the ThumbnailConfig.ini file to see if there is anything else worth tweaking to enhance sims thumbnails.

I also decided to share my settings (though not sure if this is a good idea, I'll see how it goes). Disclaimer, that what works well for me/on my screen, might not be the best solution for you and you might be better off with the default settings. Also remember that generating higher resolution thumbnails can slow down your game. I think that visually the settings (only) make a big difference if you play on a larger screen and/or with an upscaled UI (game accessibility settings).

You can try my settings or use the info shared below (I might update it in the future) to experiment with the settings yourself. You can find examples on how to edit the file in my previous posts here and here and you can use any text editor like Notepad or Notepad++ to do so.

Download and details below the cut ⤵️

Below you can see what I changed (marked in green) and for what purpose as well as what resolution settings there are in general. I only looked at sims thumbnails and ignored everything else. I also think some settings should not be messed with, like the ones affecting pictures that are uploaded to the Gallery (exception is if you wanna extract these pictures for editing purposes) and there are a few settings that are not relevant for gameplay. Some settings I'm not sure about (feel free to share any info).

📥Download:

Sim File Share Last updated: November 2nd 2024

📒How to install:

This override does NOT go into your mods folder. Instead, you need to replace the original game file with it which you should find somewhere along a path like this:

C:\Program Files (x86)\Origin Games\The Sims 4\Game\Bin\res

The path might be slightly different for you and depends on where the game is installed on your computer. You can check the location in the EA app. To do so, select The Sims 4 ->  “Manage” -> “View properties” (there should be a similar option on Steam):

Locate the file ThumbnailConfig.ini as described above.

Save a copy of the original file somewhere on your computer in case you need to go back. (However, you can also run a game repair to restore the settings if needed.)

Replace the original file with the override (either with my file or with your own version).

Delete the file localthumbcache.package (see info here), so that the game can generate new thumbnails, then restart the game.

Note that you will need to repeat the steps/redo the changes whenever this file is overriden or updated or by the game.

Current game bug (not a mod/config issue):

It seems that the game currently is regenerating thumbnails each time you restart the game, even when the thumbnails already exist in the file localthumbcache, thus unneccessarily slowing down the game and bloating up this file. I tested this with no mods, with basegame only, in a fresh save, with the thumbnail config file reset to factory settings and it’s still happening. Also added my findings to this bug report. If you noticed the same issue, please hit “me too”.

[creamflix]

ryomen sukuna x gn/m/f reader; established relationship, fluff !!, painting his nails <3 – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

it’s one of those rare afternoons where sukuna’s not wreaking havoc or tormenting anyone. instead, he’s lying back on your couch, his head resting lazily against the cushions, legs spread in that annoyingly arrogant way that screams king of curses. but today? today, he’s just your sukuna.

you sit cross-legged on his lap, holding his massive hand in yours, trying to focus on the nail polish brush. you picked a dark plum color—something that might not make him roll his eyes too hard—but you secretly wanted to pick a bright pink. maybe next time.

“hold still,” you murmur, dipping the tiny brush into the bottle.

he huffs, amused. “you really think this is necessary?” his deep voice rumbles, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“absolutely,” you reply, not even looking up at him, too focused on getting the first coat just right. “besides, it’s not like you had anything else planned for today.”

he lets out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating under you. “you’re lucky i’m bored, little one.”

you bite back a smile, brushing the color onto his thumbnail carefully. “and you’re lucky i’m so good at this.”

“tch,” he scoffs, though there’s no bite in it. his crimson eyes are watching you closely, studying the way your brows furrow in concentration, how your tongue pokes out a little when you’re trying to perfect the edges of his nail.

his fingers twitch ever so slightly as you work on the next one. you shoot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “if you keep moving, i’m gonna mess up, and then i’ll have to start over.”

“maybe that’s the point,” he teases, his smirk widening just enough to show a hint of his sharp teeth.

you narrow your eyes at him, feigning annoyance. “don’t test me.”

he chuckles again but settles down, letting you continue your work. as you paint, the atmosphere between you is comfortable, surprisingly domestic. the way his hand feels in yours—so much larger and rougher, but oddly gentle right now—makes your heart swell.

halfway through the second hand, he speaks again, voice quieter this time. “you enjoy this, don’t you?”

“painting your nails?” you glance up, meeting his gaze, and there’s something soft in his eyes, something that makes your breath hitch for a second. “yeah, i guess i do.”

“why?” he asks, and it’s not mocking, just curious.

you pause, brushing the last bit of polish onto his pinky nail before setting the bottle down. you think for a moment, then shrug. “because it’s… different. it’s peaceful. plus,” you add with a grin, “you look really cute with painted nails.”

he snorts, though his eyes gleam with amusement. “cute, huh? you're trying to ruin my reputation?”

“maybe,” you tease back, grabbing the topcoat to seal in your hard work. “but let’s be real, who’s gonna say anything to you about it?”

his grin sharpens at that, but there’s something softer beneath it now. “they’d be smart not to.”

as you finish up, you hold his hand up for inspection, turning it this way and that. the dark plum color looks surprisingly good against his skin, and the sight of his nails—painted and shiny—brings a strange warmth to your chest.

“there,” you say softly, smiling up at him. “what do you think?”

he looks at his hand, turning it over slowly like he’s really inspecting it. for a moment, you think he might make a snarky comment, but instead, he just hums. “not bad. could’ve been worse.”

“wow, high praise,” you laugh, setting the polish aside and grabbing his other hand to let it dry properly. you blow on his fingers gently, watching as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“you’re really into this, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice still low, but now it’s tinged with something softer, more amused than before.

“maybe,” you admit, still blowing lightly on his nails. “it’s not every day i get to paint sukuna’s nails, you know?”

“don’t get used to it,” he warns, but there’s no real edge to his voice. in fact, he looks… relaxed. like he’s enjoying this quiet moment with you as much as you are.

you grin, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his knuckles, your lips brushing over the tattoos there. “too late. i’m already used to it.”

he watches you for a beat, and though his usual smirk is still there, it’s softer, more content. “you’re something else.”

“i know,” you reply cheekily, setting his hand down gently on the armrest so the polish can finish drying. “but i’m your something else.”

“that you are,” he mutters under his breath, barely audible, but you hear it. and for a moment, the king of curses looks almost… peaceful, his sharp edges softened by the quiet warmth between you.

as you lean back against his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap loosely around your waist, you can’t help but smile to yourself. this might not be the life anyone expected for sukuna—domestic, soft, even a little silly—but it’s yours. and it’s perfect.

“next time,” you say with a smirk of your own, tilting your head to look up at him, “i’m thinking pink.”

he groans, rolling his eyes, but the small, affectionate squeeze he gives your waist says everything he won’t. “don’t push your luck.”

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[sealsdaily]

See, I think this is also what i would've thought if i saw some hoity-toity big blog pat themself on the back about sourcing their reposts. But let's test that theory and have a peek into my workings!

Firstly, i do use google reverse image search. The results for which bring me...

Us, unsourced

A repost, citing the original poster as chiho_pic_seal on Instagram.

A different photo without a source

A different photo, also citing the same original poster

5. Whatever this is

So we've got a lead, and it's very conclusively Chiho. Looking into their blog, we can see every post is one photo, which is good because i can see directly from thumbnails. It's also bad because the photo is also clearly from 2019, and nobody has any direct links to the post, so we need to do a lotta scrolling...

I'll just let the video speak for itself.

It'd be one thing to just link the account like everyone else, but for SOME reason i decided a personal rule of "link directly to the image" was a good idea.

Of course, this isnt to say "Oh woe is me i have to cite my sources ouuugh it is so painful to me", just that it will probably take more time than you think, ergo that's why i made a big deal out of it. We got hundreds of dailies at this point

[polarolds]

From @thedreadslayer's fic Unbroken, Chapter 37.

Sometimes I like to make comics, as a treat. See below the cut for a snippet of my progress. :)

Clothing refs for Ch 37, Ellie's hand-cropped shorts and red flannel were given, but Abby's clothes were not as clear so I took some artistic liberties. :')

+ lighting test - was aiming for early morning/dawn colours. Purple hues are some of my favourites to work with.

The section of the fic I was adapting, written by the brilliant @thedreadslayer:

“What … the hell am I doing?” Her legs go numb and unsteady. She plants herself down on a boulder. “Oh, god. I could’ve … oh, my god.” “But you didn’t,” says Abby, kneeling beside her. She gently rotates Ellie’s arm and indicates her masked bite. “Because of this. Because you believe in what we’re doing here.” Abby takes Ellie’s hand, clamps it around her Firefly dog tag, and just … holds it there. It’s terribly intimate. And terrible. “You did a good thing.” Ellie glares at Abby and imagines ripping her pretty face right off.  Because the Fireflies, the cure, humanity - her supposed “greater purpose” - had little to do with her decision to stay. 

I've made comics from prose a few times before in the past, but I can't say that I've developed any specific process for it lmao 🥲 i just try to make thumbnails and see what vibes well

from sketch (damn they messy)-> lineart -> to final

it isn't shown here, but I've learned to start blocking out the colours before I line and found it's been a great help figuring out the tone and layout :')

and that's p much it!

[k-hippie]

SHETLAND HARBOUR IS COMING :)

I know I know ... I'm a bit late :D as usually but fore sure Shetland Harbour is coming in a few days :) In fact, the world is done and we are just testing it on both Mac and Pc. And making a good starting save game for everyone ...

Shetland Harbour is a medium/large world which has around 100 lots ... and Sheeps.

So what a June month it's going to be ! Shetland Harbour ( a brand new World ) AND the update of Oaksoak Hollow ( pronounced as o-ksoak and not oaks-oaks )

As you already knows it, our Worlds are always made with 2 major statements :

All about Ambiance

A true PLAYABLE experiment

We are aware we are still kinda newbies for everything related to CAW but we are learning ... always ! :D

All informations, cc content, pictures, ANTS ( Absolute Necessary Things & Stuff ), etc ... will be released with the coming download post ;)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

About the "famous" directX11 Sims4 update, we investigate but everything we read about is quite simple : it's affecting everything graphic related, including thumbnails and so on. So, yes, some of you should get graphic problems since our K-Mods are all about graphic. So, the ones who get problems should doing some tests with our K-Mods and send us what's working and what is not with as much details as possible.

This is the EA statement : " While DirectX11 is available for those Simmers who want to try it, you may experience visual issues with mods so we recommend disabling all mods while using this command line argument "

What else ? well, I'm quite sure the Community will find soluces and more, detailed informations which will become a ground to work on. Then, we shall decide what to do and what not to do ;)

xoxo everyone !

[episims]

Split Character Files: The Empty Face Glitch

As mentioned before I suspected that split character files might cause the empty face glitch. After some more testing I can confirm that split character files cause it, as I managed to recreate the issue reliably in my game.

This is how the glitch works:

This test sim had a split character file. Here's how she looked like straight out of CAS and being moved into an empty lot, all good.

Then I changed her appearance with an in-game mirror and saw nothing weird in that UI window either. But when I saved the changes, I got this:

The new hairstyle I picked for her showed as it should, but her thumbnail icon now appeared without a face.

So I attempted to change her appearance again, and now the UI window looked like this:

Yikes. That's not her face! I didn't make any changes but closed the window by confirming.

Good news: her own face was there again, both in the thumbnail and attached to her body.

Bad news: she lost her eyebrows and makeup in the process. (She wasn't wearing any makeup when I took these pictures, but I tested with makeup too).

I tried this with 8 sims who had split character files and got the same glitch with all of them. After going through the glitch once for each of them, I wasn't able to replicate it anymore, so might be that it's a one-time thing.

It could explain why many players have NPCs with split character files but haven't paid attention to it; most of us don't change their appearance that often, I assume.

At least this glitch seems pretty harmless and fixable, if annoying.

[condensed-ink]

I've been thinking a lot about #FixTF2 and I know that some might have their doubts about the movement, however, I've realized that, even if it does not succeed in getting Valve's attention, it will end up contributing towards an important development in recent years - the shift in the public perception of Valve.

If you are person who was growing up in the early 2010's then you obviously remember how Valve games were essentially the cultural zeitgeist of the time, how you would see pictures of King Gaben on every meme/YouTube thumbnail during a Steam Summer Sale. As I understand it, Valve essentially rode this wave of good will throughout the 2010's. Even when everyone was getting frustrated with the lack of sequels for games such as HL2 and L4D2, some people would just excuse it with "ah y'know Valve, not communicating and not doing anything is just their style, this is just probably part of Gaben's 5D chess - tier master plan". However, the cracks in this image have been slowly showing up for a long time:

Portal fans haven't had anything since Portal 2's release back in 2011. We have had some small VR titles but that's hardly any consolation.

Left for Dead 2 came out all the way back in 2009 with nothing afterwards. As of June of 2024, the game still has more than 10 thousand concurrent players yet it is also unplayable for a significant amount of people due to reported DDos attacks.

The suffering of Half - life fans at this point is a meme in itself. The only thing we got was HL:Alyx back in 2020 and, even though it's a very good game, it was inaccessible to a lot of people at launch due the costs and lack of VR hardware. We were left on a cliff-hanger AGAIN and four years later we have no news of any follow-up.

In my opinion, Valve to some extent could ignore these fandoms since they were smaller compared to their big earners. But it is the recent issues with these bigger titles that have started to test everyone's patience and tolerance for Valve's bullshit:

Team Fortress 2 - I mean what else is there to say: rampant cheating and idle bots, bot hosters doxxing and swatting people. The bots crisis has been destroying the game for the past 5 years. If we remember the original SaveTF2 movement, it had a more positive tone, i. e., people talking about how much they love the game and pleading Valve to fix it. Well, one shitty tweet and two years later the tone has gone from "Please fix the game" to "FIX THE FUCKING GAME YOU ASSHOLES" and rightfully so.

CS2 also has a myriad of issues. CS:GO became CS2 after the game jumped to the Source 2 engine, but the resulting game, by many accounts, is a downgrade. A lot of game modes and maps from the original game were not included and are still not present as of June of 2024. Cheaters are rampant. To what degree I cannot say but it is to an extent where a significant enough portion of the player base is affected. Also, the game hasn't had an operation (major content update) since 2021. The player count is still high, but a lot voices in the community have been chewing out Valve for this level of incompetence.

With DOTA 2 I cannot say for sure. Some people talk about neglect whilst others say the game is in a decent state considering the game still gets frequent updates and patches. At most I can say that there is a portion of players that are dissatisfied with the state of the game but most likely to a much lesser extent than in the previous cases.

HOWEVER

All of that is just one part of the double whammy, the second part is probably is much worse than the first - a lack of continuity for Valve's legacy.

I mean, let's think about it for a second here: most of us who grew with the Valve classics are probably in our mid-to late twenties at this point. Of course, I'm not saying that there aren't any younger fans but the bulk is the old guard. I'm pretty sure a lot of kids and teenagers don't even know a lot about these games and it's not their fault, they weren't old enough to experience them. The blame lies SOLELY with Valve because they have done NOTHING to boost the visibility of their older series due to the fact that they haven't bothered to make a single proper sequel for any of them.

And speaking of visibility, Valve's advertising strategy is non - existent and downright insulting . They really have this holier-than-thou perception of themselves, where they think "I am THE Valve softworks, makers of TF2 and Half-Life! How could you NOT know of us?!?!" and then expect everyone else to spread news of their games through word-of-mouth. Like, I'm sorry, Gabe, but we don't owe you shit. I'm not gonna advertise your shitty card-game and upcoming mediocre 5v5 hero shooter just because I had fun playing TF2 back in high school. Like, it's no surprise that you're not gaining any new fans when this has been your modus operandi for the past 10 years.

TO CONCLUDE

This is where we are right now: the old guard is either apathetic or straight-up hates Valve for their negligence, the younger generation barely knows about most of Valve's OG game series due to the lack of any meaningful output. At the end of the day, Valve isn't going to bankrupt, they're gonna keep taking their 30% cut from Steam and peddling gambling addictions to kids via cases. However, the era of good will is over, nobody is cutting them any slack anymore and, frankly, they deserve all the shit that's going to get thrown at them.

[nectar-cellar]

4t3 Conversion: Wrinkles Blush Makeup by La Factoria De Sims

I wanted more age detail makeup for my sims so I converted these popular wrinkles from TS4. I tried my best to fit the makeup to the TS3 face... I think it looks quite good although slightly different from the TS4 original because of the texture resizing and editing I had to do.

Details:

for young adults to elders, no gender restriction

blush category, custom thumbnails

there are wrinkles for the eyes and forehead, and wrinkles for the lower face (2 different packages)

each one comes in 2 versions, soft and intense, and you can further customize using the game’s colour wheel and opacity setting 

more preview pictures inside the zip

Credits:

La Factoria De Sims wrinkles makeup for TS4

my wonderful talented mutuals @obscurus-noctem and @descendantdragfi for taking these beautiful pictures for me! I’m so grateful they agreed to test and model these for me on their sims. 🥰

In case you don’t like EA’s wrinkles on your adult sims, you can remove them using the “wrinkles begone” mod by simtalic and then add them back with makeup such as these blushes.

Download: simfileshare / mega

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy and the Product Test (Parts 1 and 2)

I was just thinking about this story and realizing that with my old tumblr getting deleted the only place part 1 exists is on dA. So here it is, with the second part added as well to keep it all in one post ~ and as usual I couldn't help but go back through and spruce up a few parts and add some additional hottnesssss~ <33

After the incident at the library, Amy was in serious trouble. Too many people knew her secret, too many were looking to exploit it. And when she overheard the maintenance crew outside her apartment talk of bringing the tools with extra soft quills, she decided it was time to get away for a while. The temporary job she accepted was a cinch – product testing for a cosmetics lab far outside of town.

Following the brief pleasantries, Amy’s mind was at ease. The company specialized in lipsticks and lip glosses. Except she wouldn’t be trying them on, other testers would be trying them and she would receive a kiss so that the reaction in her body could be measured. Unusual, but an afternoon of kissing seemed easy and non-tickly enough. Whisked into a pristine testing room, Amy was sat in a chair and waited for the rest of the group to arrive.

The footfalls of countless heels filled the hallway. Amy broke into a slightly uncomfortable smile. She didn’t expect a whole parade of ladies. One by one they filed in, all looking especially corporate save for three lab techs dressed in white coats. Amy sheepishly fingered her casual short-sleeved black cardigan, which sat atop a blank tank top with crimson flower patterns. She looked at skirts and business pants, then glanced at her girly jean shorts, topped with a thick black belt and a big silver flower buckle.

“Sorry I’m underdressed” She mumbled and blushed.

The ladies exchanged glances, suppressing grins. “Don’t worry yourself dear, it’s not as though we gave you a dress code. And…that outfit is actually perfect.” A woman in a bright pink blazer said, assessing Amy with a piercing gaze. Clearly the leader of the test, she began motioning to the techs and directed a perky blonde lady over to Amy.

“We’ll start with pink rose. Please relax and give us your honest reactions.”

“Wait, wh-mppph” Amy’s question was cut off suddenly by the woman placing a hand on her cheek and pulling Amy in for a deep kiss. Soft lips pressed to Amy’s, applying gentle pressure. Stunned, Amy took her kiss and raised her arms, then lowered them, shrugging her shoulders as the woman pulled back. Amy’s lips tingled slightly.

“Very good. Next is purple passion.”

“But I didn’t even tell yo-mmppphm“

Again, Amy couldn’t get a word in as the next tester came in from the other side, passionately kissing Amy. This woman was more assertive, sliding her tongue along Amy’s lips. Amy fought back her instincts, but her body couldn’t resist these affections. A long thumbnail grazed Amy’s cheek up and down lovingly as plump colored lips pressed over and over to hers.

Gasping, Amy trembled with forced pleasure as the woman reluctantly broke her kiss. A woman with deep red lips was instantly there, smiling and wasting no time to move in and catch Amy’s mouth. “Wait, hold on Iummmphhhh!” This lady kissed so affectionally, her lips rubbing and hugging, that Amy was pressed back nearly falling off her chair. A wandering hand casually stroked up and down her side, tracing the curvature of her body. Amy giggled through the kiss, blushing madly.

One after another, the ladies tested their colored lips on Amy. Kiss after kiss was administered, and Amy couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Finally, with an especially buxom older lady Frenching Amy relentlessly, her nails holding Amy’s cheeks firmly so she couldn’t turn or budge, it seemed the final kisser was done. A lab tech offered to clean the smears from Amy’s cheeks and lips, swabbing around gently. “That was perfect Amy. You are exactly the test subject we’ve been looking for. Now we can get started.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Wh-what? You just like, gang made out with me! What else is there to do?”

“Amy…did you read the contract?”

“Shite…” Amy once again found her stomach sinking.

“Clearly it states that this test is to measure reactions on various skin regions of the body. The lips are merely the preliminary test to ensure you are receptive to our product and methods. Now, try to relax.”

The lab techs whisked Amy over to a nearby exam table, which had a padded backrest to keep her sitting upright. Again, Amy was surrounded by ladies with especially luscious lips. Some made kissy faces, as others applied fresh coats of lipstick and gloss. The smacking of their lips was so tingly teasing it made Amy squeak. Amy’s mind raced. “Um, I think there is some legalise I need to consult with regarding the filibuster of gerrymandering porkbarrel legislation?”

“…What was that?” The pink blazer woman cocked her head to one side.

“I don’t know, I failed political science…”

A tall woman with a rosy red pair of lips approached slowly, grinning warmly and pursing her kissy tools.

“…and I was kicked out of mock trial for laughing at those words….”

Amy whimpered as the lips attacked her neck, kissing gently, brushing all along the tender skin. Amy clenched her mouth. Another woman appeared at her other side and began grazing soft blue lips over Amy’s collarbone, nudging her cardigan open. “Mmmpp….” Amy bit her big lower lip, trying to hold it back. No, I can’t let them find out. I just have to endure some necking, then we’ll be done. Oh pleeease get off there, please! Amy winced as the lips traveled up her jaw and back towards her ear. The other set was working down her arm, centering right on her inner elbow.

She shook her head back and forth, blonde hairs flailing about. The ladies, undeterred, began nibbling softly, sucking in Amy’s earlobe and inner arm flesh. It was impossible to resist. The lips were the worst tickle tools Amy had endured yet, unbelievably soft and penetrating, teasing and erogenous all at once. When she felt fingers tugging on the buttons of her cardigan, Amy bucked up in the table. “No please! I need a break!”

“Sorry Amy, but we’re on a tight schedule.” The leader pointed a short perky lady over, who flashed a pair of blindingly bright pink lips. “Glittered will be perfect right there.” A red dot fluttered around Amy’s midsection as the woman pointed her laser tool. The lab techs tugged open Amy’s cardigan, revealing a little slash of exposed skin between her top and shorts. Cool breath caressed Amy’s ear, and when a tongue grazed along her inner earlobe, her composure was lost.

Amy squeaked and squealed, and before she could even register that her control was gone, the glitter lips began brushing up and down her exposed midsection. “Nooohoohooo!!!” She burst with giggles, blushing deeply. The air hung in the room for what felt like an eternity. Like light bulbs igniting, one by one the ladies grinned. Their faces shifted to fill with lust, and an unmistakable intent to torture. “Not again…” Amy said softly.

“Is somebody…ticklish?” A squeaky voice perked up. “I think sooooo!” another returned.

The glitter lipped woman gingerly lifted Amy’s top and dipped in again. The other kissers watched attentively. Those teasing lips wiggled back and forth along Amy’s belly, kissing tenderly and blowing gently. Amy’s midsection bounced in protest, laughs tumbling out of her freely. When the kiss broke, a big pink smear was all down Amy’s tummy, diverting around her navel and ending on her side. As one lab tech took notes and examined closer, another produced a soft cloth and a swab.

Amy pleaded. “No no you don’t have to do that. Eeeeee!! It’s not necessaryyyyyyy” The cleaning of her tummy was almost as tickly, with soft tools brushing along her skin to wipe away the gloss and restore it to its pale sheen and triggering tickly explosions. Poor Amy bucked and wheezed on her table, trying to fight off the sensations. The next tester was already in place. “You need to relax Amy. Tension affects our readings.” The leader warned, directing the next tester over who seemed to have the same exact lip gloss as the last.

“Hey that’s the same one!” Amy squealed as her tummy inhaled deeply to try and avoid the incoming kissy lips. Despite trying to suck her belly inward, the tickly lips landed precisely in a sweet spot to the right of Amy’s bellybutton, just short of her side, straight up from her hip. “Nooo not there!!  Stop kissing! That, that…tiiickles too much!!”

“Why do you think I’m doin it?” The girl balked in a city accent, burying her lips in again, sucking in Amy’s ticklish skin and dancing her tongue along it. Amy kicked her feet and flailed her arms. Her midsection twisted and twitched. The kissing tickle followed her every move, landing again and again. The girl’s hands couldn’t help but tease Amy further, tracing along her beltline lightly during the kissing. And when it ceased, again measurements were taken, photos snapped, and that mean swab and cloth returned, ever so daintily cleaning away the residue. Every pass of the cleaning tools heightened Amy’s sensitivity, the cool air on her exposed belly even starting to tickle as the wet spots dried.

The next kisser buzzed her lips teasingly. “Hold still girly. This miiiight tickle!” She guffawed in a southern tone, zeroing in right to Amy’s twitching bellybutton. Amy screamed with anticipatory laughs, and gripped the table as big pouty purple lips descended. They sealed over her navel and paused for a scant moment before blowing loudly. Tears rolled out of Amy’s eyes as she was relentlessly raspberried.

“Not the zerrrberrts!!!” She cried, tummy trying to shake the woman away. But that only made it worse. Shiny red nails closed around Amy’s sides as the woman steadied her prey, her thumbnail tips grazing on the ticklish skin there. Amy’s back arched in response, her sides tenderly grasped, tummy covered in those big kissing lips as a wicked tongue began probing her interior crevice. The supple tongue tip dove deep inside, impossibly curling up to an especially ticklish little region in Amy’s upper inner navel. “Goooochie goooo!!” The woman pulled out to tease before diving back in, licking her lips teasingly.

The lips playing at Amy’s hyper-ticklish midsection sent wave after wave of intense tickling euphoria throughout her slender form. Under that cute top, her nipples crinkled in response. Goosebumps lit up her arms and legs. The erotic energy was too potent to fight. Under those little shorts, a fire was building and nothing would cease its progress.

A wicked smirk crosses the woman’s face as she decided to toy with Amy’s sides, brushing her lips up and down. Her mouth smacks over and over, leaving a bright purple streak. She nibbled and caressed the soft line of skin blowing softly between each unbearably kissy tickle attack. Though she bucked, squirmed, and flopped, Amy could not escape. Dimly aware of the continued warnings from the group’s leader, Amy hazily looked down to see the tech returning with the swab.

“Oh pleeease…please don’t clean!!”

The swirl of the swab in Amy’s navel is outrageously invasive, the tender fibers stimulating the whole cavern of tickles like an electric ball. The tech spent far longer than necessary swabbing Amy’s little belly button, as the ladies remarked about its cute shape. When the cleaning finally ceased, everyone watched as her poor navel continued to twitch helplessly, overloaded with tickly sensations.

A semblance of a fight left in Amy, she began to get up as a crimson lipped gothish girl appeared from the group. “Okay, I think we have everything we need here, so I’m just gonna nope right out of here.”

The ladies smiled warmly, blocking her escape.

“Yep, good job everyone. Yay! You did it! Team effort! Way to shift those paradigms!”

The gang didn’t budge, and when Amy tried to slip between them, her arms were seized and pulled back to the table.

“Oh Miss Amy, tsk tsk tsk, we are so far from done with you.” The leader said, wagging her finger back and forth.

The goth girl leaned in swiftly, catching the top of Amy’s shorts with her long blood-red nails. She tugged them down slightly, exposing the top curve of Amy’s hip bones. Amy barely had a chance to whimper before those evil lips landed, massaging in tight circles with pauses to lick playfully and nibble shamelessly. The helpless test subject howled with laughs, flailing and again trying to fight her way out. This time however, the gang grabbed her arms and legs, pinning Amy down.

“Neeee!!! Stop licking my hips!! That’s not what those are for!!”

“Might as well test some blush too!” A lab tech remarked, producing a big fluffy makeup brush and happily dusting pink powder into Amy’s rim and bellybutton as her hip was licked, sucked, and kissed. To keep Amy further on edge, the kisser alternated between hips, always switching when Amy’s hysterical laughs died down even the slightest bit. Each switch, she screamed anew, torso arching in furious protest, which was met each time with a daintily dancing blush brush.

“Tickly tickly blushy blushy!”

Her navel filled with powder and hips extremely red, Amy breathed deep. Hands lovingly twirled her long blondish locks, gracefully massaged her arms, and trailed along her outfit. The break was only momentary, as now double cleanup duty started. An absolutely wicked looking black feather duster was applied to clean out her blushy navel while the swabs returned to polish each hip in big rubbing circles.

“Gossssh!!! Ssssstoop iiit! You wouldn’t have to clean if you would stoppp kissing and blushing meeee!” She whined, pulling at the arms which kept her pinned down. The techs were completely unfazed, working busily with knowing grins.

“Okay Amy.” The leader started, looking over her notes and flipping a fancy gilded pen between her thumb and forefinger. Amy shuddered. Something about this woman was getting to her. The demeanor, the corporate style. The shiny pumps. That ultra-pink blazer, which she was unbuttoning slowly. “We’re going to move to a new test.”

“You mean like, I need a number two pencil?” Amy asked absentmindedly, eyeing her antagonist closely.

“No, you silly cute girl. We’re moving you to a better apparatus. And testing a new locale on your adorable body.” Amy stared blankly. The woman parted her blazer and revealed a shiny thick waist belt. Amy thrust involuntarily, her arousal levels spiking. The ladies didn’t notice as they had busied themselves preparing the apparatus. But their leader did. She locked eyes with Amy lustily.

Their moment was broken as the girls walked Amy over to the next site. Still looking at the mystery woman, Amy was positioned into a padded chair similar to what one would see in a dental office, albeit with long armrests. Her wrists were strapped down, her legs strapped to the end of the end of the chair. The lab techs lifted her top to ensure midsection exposure. Before Amy could come back down and prepare for the next wave, she was screaming with giggles and laughs as tickly kisses started raining down on her body.

She was kissed along her inner elbows. Kissed and tongued on her neck. Mouths brushed and nibbled her sides. One pair of lips gently nuzzled Amy’s lower belly. Another kissed each finger then began sucking them one at a time. Two kissers took each knee, licking and pecking along the perimeter. The goth girl worked her way back to the hips, landing kiss after tickly kiss on each. And one pair of succulent pink lips was leaning down between Amy’s legs, making out alternately with each thigh.

The flurry of kiss testing lasted less than a minute, but Amy trembled and giggled and shook for at least ten minutes after. Her body was buzzing with sensory overload, so overcome with sensual attention. Each tickle spot twitched endlessly. She didn’t even need to be strapped at this point, as she was entirely paralyzed by the flood.

“You….tickle meaniess…..” She whimpered, head lolling side to side. The ladies laughed collectively. The swabbing and dusting started anew. Amy feebly giggled and groaned, those soft little tools working their way along the same paths that had just been ravaged by glossy lips. “Seriously, ssstop cleaning meeee!”

When they finished, Pink Blazer stepped forth, hand on hip, and showed a visage of pure lustful intent.

“wha….? N—no….oh no, pleeease, don’t….”

The woman nodded assuredly as she reached for Amy’s shorts. “Oh yes, mm-hmm. Yes. Yes.” She carefully undid Amy’s flower-shaped belt buckle and pulled it loose. As she unbuttoned the shorts with agonizing slowness, great rosebuds bloomed anew along Amy’s cheeks and neck.

“No! Pleeease don’t do that…You don’t understand!”

“Yes. Uh-huh. I do.” She retorted matter-of-factly, ever so slowly tugging Amy’s shorts down and revealing a pair of polka-dot panties.

“Oh!”

Once again, the room was silent. The ladies looked on with cat-like curiosity. Pink Blazer’s eyes scanned Amy’s panties slowly, assessing the big swell within. Amy embarrassingly looked away, her body so visibly aroused.

“Well now, you’re just full of surprises Amy!”

She leaned down and began buzzing her lips along Amy’s pantyline. The swell quivered and bounced. The woman’s lips were even more tickly then all her minions. Those perfectly rose colored instruments blew and nibbled and caressed back and forth in long lines. The woman hummed softly with each kiss, sending vibrations along Amy’s ultra tender flesh.

“mmmh!!” Amy giggle moaned. “You’re killing meeeee!”

“Coochie coo Amy. All these special kissy tickles, all for you. I know you like this.”

“Unnnnnf! Ju-ju-jusssst! Jusss”

Words tumbled haphazardly from Amy’s mouth as she shook in her bondage. The woman smiled and caressed Amy’s belly, fingering her navel slowly as she leaned in again, grazing her lips right on the swell of the polka dot panties. The techs joined in, lightly dusting Amy’s hips with blush. A lady wrapped her hands around Amy's neck and starting kissing the back of it lovingly. Amy fought the sensual tickle assault as long as she could.

Which wasn’t very long at all, especially when wiggling index fingers began teasing her nipples through the fabric of the top and nails spidered up and down her sides. The swollen strain of Amy’s panties was at critical mass. Her hips thrust hypnotically up and down. She gasped and laughed and moaned. With one more kiss to the swell in Amy’s panties, she started bucking wildly.

“OOOOHHH GOSSSH!!! SPARKLES! FIREWORKS!” Amy’s giggling moans filled the room. “AHHMMMMPHHHH!” And were cut off as the woman caught Amy’s mouth and began kissing passionately. Amy was kissed, caressed, and tickled all through her coerced orgasm. The soft material held Amy’s organ tight, stimulating her with tickly strokes as she came, magnifying the sensation tenfold. Her princess part poking out, Amy’s surge landed along her pinkened belly. Amy submitted and kissed back, her tongue twining with the leader of the tickly kissy gang.

As the kiss broke, Amy fell limp, giggling limply before starting to mewl, pulling at her bonds begging non-verbally for more attention. The lab techs began cleaning up, eliciting new squirms and wiggles as the swabs and brushes cleaned up the discharge and new coats of lip product. She shook her head and whined out for the woman, kissing at the air now. The techs disregarded her begging and fixed Amy’s top and cardigan, slid up her shorts and buckled her cute belt. Sealed back into her outfit, body trembling as she came down from the high, the test subject began protesting anew.

“You’ve had your fun….can I go now?” Amy mumbled, going wide-eyed yet again as she watched the ladies wheel in a shiny mechanical contraption.

“That was just the preload, Amy!” The leader smiled. With clanking and electrical buzzing, the machine thrummed to life. A big pink smiling face appeared on the machine. Compartments slid open, revealing countless pairs of synthetic lips at the end of long coiling tendrils. Some of the ladies were passionately muah'ing into sensors on the machine, which was fed into databanks and allowed more copies of their plush lips to slide out.

“Now that we have sufficient data on you, we can load it into our kissing machine and get some real results.” The endless lips floated towards Amy, eagerly kissing and flicking their tongues. They locked onto various zones, descending towards Amy’s neck, lips, cheeks, collar, arms, elbows, tummy, chest, legs, and hips. “Don’t worry, she’s very gentle.”

Amy sighed. “I think I need to talk to an HR rep…”

Amy shivered and choked back a deep squeal of disbelief. The domineering leader of the cosmetics lab breathed excitedly behind Amy's ears, her hands closing on Amy's lightly exposed sides to hold her test subject lovingly as she cooed and licked. The machine trembled and floated closer to Amy as she sat firmly strapped to the exam chair. The smiling robotic face taunted Amy, making her whimper as its array of synthetic lips swarmed about.

"She's so excited to see you, Amy. She's gonna tease and taunt and kiss you just right on all your spots. Mmmhmm. All of them. We fed her all that data we collected on your cute frame." Her chuckles tingled on Amy's ears, forcing Amy to watch the machine approach and feel those pangs of helpless sensitivity. "You can struggle all you like. The lips won't be deterred." She held up a remote and pressed a button. With a cute chime, the first set of robotic lips began moving.

Despite the taunt, Amy did struggle. A pair of kissing lips floated towards her neck as if magnetically charged. Their stain was a passionate red, and made "muah muah" kissy sounds as they taunted Amy. Her belly twitched and her legs pulled uselessly as Amy desperately tried to avoid the incoming attack. With a gasping giggle, Amy's cheeks flushed pink and her body trembled feeling the soft affection planting right on her sensitive neck.

"Muah, muah, muah"

"Nuuhhhh~ don't kiss meeee! I can't take any more! Turn it offf!!!" The machine cooed as the leader pressed the button again, and sent another pair of lips, this one a set of bright purple headed right for Amy's arm pursing in a most sassy manner. She yanked helplessly at her bonds feeling the impossibly soft brushing in her inner elbows. Amy laughed out, and released a snickering gasp when the lips began a nibbling routine up and down her inner arm. Her head was flopping side to side already, and the pair at her neck followed every motion.

"Oh yes, so many lovely kisses for you Amy. You're so adorable. You deserve all the kisses and loves." The leader brushed her own pink lips on Amy's cheek before stepping back to take more notes and observe her machine. She held up the remote to Amy and thoughtfully began swirling her tapered finger along the button. Amy shook her head no through gasping laughs. The chime pinged and a pair of dark crimson lips centered on Amy's tummy.

"Tummy tummy kissy kissies!"

Amy shrieked as the lips zeroed in on the exposed slash of skin between her shorts and cropped top. The lips sealed around her navel with a cool embrace and began a raspberry routine. "Gguuuhuuhu it can zerrrrberrrt?!" Amy struggled in shock, the rippling kissing tease pushing her into ticklish hysteria. Her toes curled and hips bucked in protest at this new attack. The lips were relentless, blowing over her twitching button, then popping off with a taunting sound before pausing to select a new zone and starting the process over. Her belly was quickly a mess of glossy smears, each set of impact giving Amy aftershock tickles.

"Muah, muah, muah"

"Of course they can. These babies can do whatever I want. Aren't they just wonderful Amy? And you're getting to test all our newest shades. The ladies just love watching you, don't you girls?" The gang of kissing ladies lounged around the edges of the lab, giggling and chatting and cooing. Amy had nearly forgotten them, and blushed a deeper red realizing the weight of all their eyes on her new plight.

The leader struck one of those authoritative poses that drove Amy wild with wanting, continuing as she again drew her finger along the remote's button. "And when the lips find a particularly delicious spot, they will continue to kiss it and tease it so perfectly. They'll linger and coax out all your best sensations, like a sweet lover." With a beep, the next set of lips was summoned to torment Amy with tickly kisses.

"Muah, muah, muah"

"Whhaatt? This machine is ridiculous you're crazy just lemme gommmhpppphh" a pair of passionate purple lips found Amy's lips and ended her protests with a deep kiss. Amy giggled and slipped a moan through the kiss, her arousal starting anew. One by one all the lips began releasing their kissing only to return on the most tender electric zones they had discovered. The pair at Amy's arms nested in the crook inside her elbow. The set on her neck was nibbling  ever so lightly right under the jaw. The belly kisser found the spot right under her navel and was brushing upwards. The lips on Amy's lips began simply brushing their soft glossy surface on Amy's, and she could have soared into the ceiling.

"Quitititititquitit!! I can't I can't!! I'm too ticklish you're too kissy and these lips are toooo...lippy!! Lips mips gallups niiiiipsss!" The ladies chuckled knowingly as Amy started babbling into batty ticklishness.

The leader held up the remote once more. "Aaaaaamy" She held her finger to the button, faking out pressing it to make Amy squeak and writhe on the chair each time. Finally she chimed the machine again and a pair of naughty blueberry lips sprang forth to begin planting pecks on the underside of each toe. The blue prints drove Amy wild with tingles, a fresh set pressed into each and every toe before going back to kiss again in the crook of the whole set. And when they returned for a third pass to begin suckling on each toe, Amy was almost soundless save for her snickergasps.

"Muah, muah, muah"

The leader couldn't help holding the remote right to Amy's ear and chiming again quickly with a double tap. A matching pair of emerald lips quickly flew to Amy's chest and nuzzled up  under her tiny cropped top to hone in on the nipples. "Thanks for the suggestion cutie pie" More snickering gasps as her buttons were worked over with passionate teasing kisses. It truly did feel like a lingering lover, feeding on Amy's every reaction and drawing her deeper into tickled madness.

"Well would you look at that. You're a mess Amy." Amy wasn't sure how long it had been going on. She gradually became aware of the endless lip prints all over her skin. It felt like every bit of exposed skin from her outfit was being taunted with residual kisses. She could feel every kiss now. The lips hovered nearby, eagerly blowing kisses. Worse yet, some of them we lingering and blowing puffs of air on Amy's most tickled spots which made her squeal out in teased agony. That shining pink face never stopped smiling at Amy, just floating nearby to remind Amy of her plight. "Luckily, we have a routine just for this purpose."

With a new chime, Amy screamed a giggle. The lips began sticking out their synthetic tongues, floating back towards her overly teased and sensitized body. "Don'tttt!! You don't understand!! Well you do but I'm just sayinnn!!" Amy managed through her gasping laughing groans feeling the tongues licking up her body, right back on those hot spots. The tongues darted along her arms, up her neck, along her belly and beltline, down each and every toe, and swirled over her nipples. The teasing touches cleansed away the colour stains and left her skin extra tingly.

Amy shuddered and giggled so overloaded as her skin began to return to that pristine pinkened state. The tongues polished endlessly, swirling and lickling to their master's satisfaction. "Aww, it's just a little licking. Don't you like the cleansing routine Amy? You'd better get used to it, after all sweetheart."

She tried to shut it out, push out those teasing words and this swarm of sensations, but the lips shocked her back into reality by returning to brush all over Amy's face. They kissed at her ears, dipping their tongues inside. The lips brushed her cheeks, kissed at her lips and licked all over her neck. "Geeettt awayyyy nuoonununuu you're kiling meeee!!" Amy's face vanished in the flurry of activity, lips working in tandem to cover her with affection. They reared back and dipped in, synchronizing to completely overwhelm their lovely target.

"Mmmmpphphhheheheheaggoshshshmmpphphh"

"Muah, muah, muah"

Again Amy was left gasping. Her face was a mess of lip prints. Instead of cleansing, the leader was once more fixated on Amy's royal zones. She rolled up the crop top, unbuckled the oversized flower belt and tugged Amy's shorts back down. "Sorry Amybaby, I simply must. I need that princess part, mmhm. You need these wonderful tickles. And I know just how to give them." This time, she did not allow Amy to keep her cute polka dot panties. With a sly grin the leader adorned in pink hooked a finger into Amy's undergarments and began slowly tugging them down. A single pair of lips joined the tease, kissing at Amy's hips to tease further.

"Let's see it now. These cute panties are adorable, but they need to come off." She tugged lower, Amy moaned out feeling the pressure releasing on her swollen princess part. "There we go. Beautiful, so pretty." The leader smiled and held out her hands. One of the other ladies opened a bottle of massage oil and let it fall to her boss's hands from high above. The strict leader never broke eye contact with helpless Amy as she began rubbing her hands together.

"Nnnhhooo. Nooo pleeeease don't...that tickles sooo bad you don't even know!!" Amy pleaded seeing those soft hands heading right for her erect princess part. The woman nodded yes, yes, yes, seizing the quivering part and squeezing it ever so gently, her other hand reaching down to lightly scratch at the perenium.

"Oh, my yes I do Amy. You love this. And you wanted a job, didn't you? Well you're getting it." She began pumping Amy slowly, making her moan. The machine responded by sending the lips back in to kiss at their most tickly teasing, circling around Amy's bouncing belly and sides, and down to her feet to lick the soles.  "In fact, you're getting two Amy!"

The leader reached over to hold up the remote once more. The chime started and an especially sassy pair of red lips shot into view.

"Muah, muah, muah"

The leader held Amy's princess part at the base and took her other index finger to lightly draw on the underside up to the glans. She worked her skilled craft to ensure Amy's naughty part was fully engorged and ready to be overloaded by the machine, no matter how Amy tried to fight it. The red lips lowered further and further. Amy's eyes rolled back into her head as she snickergasped endlessly. Her body was paralyzed with sensation, the last set of lips taking in her swollen princess part, planting a red kiss before working downward.

"Make sure to moan real good for us Amy, we're streaming this to all our affiliates. They just love you, and we're definitely having you back."

Amy could barely register the words though there was no mistaking all the cameras humming and training in on her body. She could sense the giggles and taunts. The muahs. The hum of the machine. But most of all she heard that sound of the lips at her princess part. And felt the insanely tickly sensation rocketing down her sex and radiating through her body. She could barely stay conscious during a blowjob under the best circumstances. But the tickly kisses kept her from fading entirely. The machine smiled and worked Amy into the edge. The lips followed a dynamic routine, tickling and teasing and tickling again, nuzzling their softness on the underside of the tip before going down again. Speeding up with their kisses and raspberries before slowing for a moment and ramping up. The leader never stopped teasing Amy with her fingers, stroking the underside of her princess part and inner thighs with the lightest of touches while she leaned in and made little taunting moaning sounds to match Amy's.

"I'd say you need to beg to cum for us, but I don't think you're capable of such words now babydoll."

After an eternity of torment, Amy's body seized, locked into a bonded thrust of teased pleasure. Her form coated with kiss marks, sensitized pinkened skin, and a little trail of drool. She ticklegasmed right into the kissing red lips, right under the touch of the leader. And the machine did not stop nor did its operator. "Gotta make sure we got it allll~" She sang, speeding up the lips to kiss under the tip while she pulled out a mini vibrating wand to coax every drop by buzzing Amy's royal chest buttons and princess part while tickling with skittering nails all over the belly.

The aftershocks still coated her form, though she could tell some time had passed. The leader had released one of Amy's arms and was holding up a contract for the company. Amy's head lolled from side to side. She faintly signed her name and stuck her tongue out in a sassy half-sleeping gesture. The leader smirked and held the remote up again.

*beeeep*

"Muah, muah, muah"

[uncle-mojave]

Deep Fried Computer - early 2000's

This is a literal blast from the past. I remember seeing this about fifteen years ago but I never knew the full story behind it so here it is after the pictures.

I'm not sure which forum to post this, but I just wanted to share one of my stories with you guys :D. I had recently read a few articles on submersion cooling, where you take your computer and dump it into a tub of non-electrically-conductive oil. It seemed to work really well, and was cheap. So I saw it as a type of poor man's water-cooling.

I bought a large aluminium oven tray and 9 litres of canola oil.

Since I didn't really want to screw up my good computer, I tested it out on an old Pentium II 266 with Nvidia Riva TNT2 Ultra. I placed the motherboard in the tray, and began pouring canola oil all over it, until it was partially submerged.

And it worked. The computer booted into Windows 98 fine, and I even started up good old Quake 3 and started playing.

But I soon became hungry for a fried snack - and since I had used all the oil in the house I couldn't fry myself anything. Then I had a brilliant idea. Why not use the oil that the computer's in?

I placed an electric stove under the aluminum tray, and turned it to full blast. Soon, the oil reached frying temperature and I dumped a few chips into there. Meanwhile, the computer was still happily chugging along running Quake 3.

Eventually, though, the strain of 120 degrees C ambient temperature and the load of Quake 3 caused the computer to overheat and crash. I rebooted it, and it loaded back into windows. Although Quake 3 still crashed when trying to play. At that point, the chips were ready. I turned off the heat and enjoyed my snack while I waited for the oil to cool so I could use the computer again.

I had thought originally that the computer's processor got hot enough to fry but it turns out the poster put a electric stove under it.

Amazed the computer still worked after.