#design shoe boxes

[linkbetweenlinksau]

Some references and written descriptions of the lbl boys. I’ll update the rest later, but for now, take Sky, Minish, Time, Legend, Hyrule, and Twilight.

Please for the love of all things that are holy read the tags and don’t tag this as LU

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[jacky93sims]

Ilenia, hello! Thank you for sharing your conversions with us, you have the best content for the sims 2! I want to ask, if you could convert the Designer Collection from SimmerKate? Don't need everything, can only Designer Gift Bags and Designer Shoe Boxes ^^ patreon(.)com/posts/37213319

DOWNLOAD HERE, low poly.

[corvidsahoy]

finally sat down and forced myself to design them... everyone say hi to willow :]]]

[dodowbydesign]

Victorian shoes box Design

[appealingtonobody]

[skitterjitter]

watching Castlevania Nocturne and I'm just under halfway through the series, but I'm quite enjoying it so far. kinda meh on the villains so far but I love Richter, Maria, Annette and Tera. the way Richter in particular is similar to Trevor but also not is really interesting, and Maria's animal summons are so cool!

watching it also solidifies how much Nightmare of the Wolf, the so-called Witcher story feels like Castlevania

[haliendal]

As a gardener currently working in a family-owned garden center:

Picking up shit from the ground is fine. We would have to throw it in the trash otherwise, because employee-time + pot, soil, water, fertiliser would not be financially worth it for most plants. So even if we would like to save the plant, if we would do so, the garden center likely wouldn’t be able to stay in business and compete with the big companies. Or it would have to decrease the number of employees and our loan. None of us like it, but unfortunately that’s how it is. So even though it’s a bit meh, if picking up the succulent means you won’t buy the original plant and raise the succulent instead, even though the store loses money, it’s still fine. Props to you for the effort to raise it. And if you buy the original plant also we will love you forever :)

However. If you fucking break a plant on purpose. A plant we put time and effort in. And with that damage it so it either won’t get sold or gives the store a reputation for mediocre plants. If you threaten our livelihood just so you don’t have to buy a plant (a luxury product). It’s on fucking sight.

[syboubou]

Retail Therapy set

Retail Therapy is the ultimate cc set for designing the perfect shopping experience! Originally crafted around clothing stores, this set took on a new life when Business & Hobbies was announced—fitting the new DLC purely by coincidence!

At first, the focus was entirely on fashion, with stunning posters featuring @serenity-cc's amazing preview images. But with new inspiration, the set expanded to include a modular shelving system and versatile clutter that can bring any kind of shop to life.

As a bonus, Retail Therapy includes a collection of miscellaneous ad posters covering 26 different shop themes—think bookstores, candy shops, tattoo parlors, pottery studios, gyms, yoga spaces, and even kindergartens! With 20 stylish swatches, you’ll have endless possibilities to design unique and immersive stores that match any aesthetic.

Description

Surface: Retail counter, single cloth rack, double cloth rack, floor cloth rack, large wall shelf, square shelf, square wall rack, floor shelves, table with lower table, console table, wrapping station.

Clothes & shoes: hanged 4x coats, 2x jackets, a shirt, a top and a sweater and 2 pile of clothes/jumpers, x2 sneakers, boots, low boots, derbies and shoe boxes

Decorations: Ad poster with  Serenity's clothes, shoes and accessories, ad poster with miscellaneous activities (available in hanged short/medium height and wall version), antitheft system, shopping basket and shopping basket pile, cardboard box, payment terminal, price tag, tape dispenser.

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[junk-whunk-punk]

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Gil-Galad/Celebrimbor #KINGSMITH (both TROP & Silmarillion Versions)

A commission I made for @fallensmith - <3 They asked for a Rings of Power version of GG and Celebrimbor, and a Silmarillion version of them #KingSmith <3

(....this is my first time drawing Non-TROP Celebrimbor or Gil-Galad, but I love drawing long elf hair, so it was veryyyyyyy enjoyable <333 Thank you for the commission Tyelpe! <33333)

[speedwagons-glorious-mane]

Trying to find some nice girly shoes is actually hell when most stores think stocking women's shoes above a size 10 is optional and you haven't been a size 10 shoe since you were thirteen

[goatgoesmbe]

Sugardaddy!Price

...

Being John Price's sidechick

Where he's already married.

And you're just his second choice.

plz trust the plot yall

Well you shouldn't really expect anything more with him in the first place when you agreed to be his sugar baby.

But with how he treated you, how could you not?

He made sure all your wants were met and more. Most of the time you didn't even need to ask, he would just know somehow. Boxes of designer clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry at your doorsteps.

That gruff voice of his sounded gentle when he spoke to you, causing butterflies to flutter in your belly. Low timbre that made your core purr whenever he whispered sinful things in your ear as he encapsulated you with pure pleasure. And even when his tone was more tender, uttering something innocent like simply asking about your day- it would still get you to squeeze your thighs together.

His touches made your skin blister, sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless. You could still feel them when he was not around, it made you shiver. Longing for more. For him.

You glanced at the ring on his finger, one he didn't even bother to take off when he first approached you.

Does he treat the missus at home the same way?

It was your own fault really, you put yourself in this situation. You should have said that you were not interested at that time. You should feel horrible- a voice at the back of your mind said.

You didn't know what were you thinking.

Well.. you didn't think, that's the problem.

But how could you? With his smile rendering your brain useless, wired neurons malfunctioning when he sets his eyes on you.

Sometimes when he thought you were still asleep, you caught him smiling at his phone. Some other times, he unconsciously fidgeted with said ring.

Seemed like he had a good thing going on with the missus, why did he come to you then?

Men, you sighed. The hypocrite that you are, snuggling to his hairy chest.

...

John wasn't the first one who took interest in you that night.

It was one of his beloved, Kyle, who squeezed his hand under the table to get his attention before pointing at you with his chin.

John saw that look in his eyes, and the others. He looked around and noticed Simon and Johnny stopped exchanging spit to look at you too.

Pretty thing that you are. With your tight little dress and sweet-looking face, looking innocent yet so sinful effortlessly.

They want you.

But of course, they couldn't just waltz over all at once. They didn't know your preference yet, what you would be comfortable with.

They were in it for a long run after all, not just a quick fuck. Til death do us part.

John was the leader, in and out of of their job. He was also the most experienced, even if Kyle argued he was the most charming of them all. Johnny was too eager, and Simon was.. Simon.

And so John made his move.

A tempting bait that you bit without a second thought.

He gave the updates of his progress with you to the others. Sending candid pictures, and even recording of your sweet moans that he took without you knowing.

...

Kissing the top of your head when you snuggled to him, he smiled when he saw the eagerness of his partners in the groupchat.

He expected you wouldn't escape their grasp now that you've bonded with him.

It's about time for you to meet the others after all.

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[honeyedfate]

i'll be here when you're back | 이희승

pairing. lee heeseung x gf!reader

ever since his room was revealed to the world on mbc world, heeseung has not known peace—whether it be from engenes or his very own girlfriend

genre. fluff (they're making out? it's cute)

a/n. it's been months but heeseung's room still gives me the giggles. the title doesn't have anything to do with the fic except that it's the song i was listening to while writing it lol it fits the vibes? (don't ask me what the lyrics are) enjoy x

"what's so funny?" you look up to heeseung turning in his gaming chair, glancing over his shoulder at you with a curious smile, his headphones resting around his neck.

you wave him off, still giggling. "you wouldn't like it."

he cocks his head, standing up. "what do you mean? i always find the stuff you show me funny. we share the same brain cell."

"this is different," you say, scooching over so heeseung can join you on the floor with his back against his bedframe. "no, wait—"

heeseung has your phone in his hands before you can stop him. he swiftly leans back, holding out his arm to keep you away while typing in your password. the phone unlocks to a paused tiktok video of what he immediately recognises as his room.

"why are you watching this?" he glances at you with a sideways grin as you make to grab for your phone again only for him to lean back more and hold his phone above his head. "babe, you're in my room, you don't need to—wait, were you reading the comments again?"

"don't close the app," you plead at his narrowed eyes, practically lying on top of him now that he's fully horizontal. "i don't want to lose my spot in the comments."

heeseung scoffs and shuts off your phone. "it's not that funny, you know."

"oh, but it is."

he lets out a mock gasp. "people making fun of your boyfriend's interior design choices is funny to you? wow, my girlfriend hates me. i knew it."

you snort in his face. "hee, what choices? i saw the video. that singular shoe is not an artistic choice. we both know you've been looking for the other one since march."

he looks to his left, staring at the shoe that's still very much sitting on top of the box it came with. "i wonder if it's having fun and eating well wherever it is in the world," he mumbles wistfully.

you poke his cheek. "can i have my phone back?"

"so you can laugh at me with people on the internet? absolutely not. i'd rather you just make fun of me the old fashioned way—throw tomatoes in my face, pin a note on my back, shove me into a corner and point a finger at me. at least that'll make me feel like i have some dignity left."

you break into laughter. "i would love to, honestly, but the only thing you guys have in the kitchen is ramen. i don't want to break your pretty face with hard noodles, plus it'll probably echo so loud in here, the neighbours will think there's a shooting."

"oh, so you're a comedian now," heeseung says in a mockingly sweet tone before his hands attack your sides without warning. you're squirming as uncontrollable giggles take over, leaving you gasping helplessly while begging for him to stop.

finally, he pulls back when you manage to grab his wrists, holding them in place as you catch your breath. his grin softens. "truce?" he asks, voice low and teasing.

you nod, deflating on his chest while he tightens his arm around your waist to keep you close. "you're the worst," you say into the fabric of his sweater.

heeseung chuckles. "says the one giggling for ten minutes straight over comments teasing her boyfriend."

"i wasn't laughing that hard."

"right," he says with a drawling lilt in his voice. "when i heard you through my headphones, i thought, 'which dude is making you laugh like that under my roof?' only to find out it's engenes. it's an even crueler fate, if you ask me."

you shrug one shoulder, looking away nonchalantly when his gaze drops to your lips. "you'd agree if you read them. someone said, 'this gotta be solitary confinement.' you have to admit, that's funny! i have the right to laugh at their brilliance."

he stares at you blankly. "how is this solitary confinement when you're on top of me?"

"i'm not always here," you reply, raising an eyebrow. "someone else said you're evacuation ready. all you have to do is pick up those keyboards over there and walk out."

the slightest twitch in the corner of his lips spurs you on to keep going. "there was another comment saying you put the room in bedroom."

"okay, get off," heeseung says flatly while making no move to push you off. "that one's not even funny."

"maybe not." you glance at all the free space next to you. "but you could get a rug, babe."

he groans, tipping his head back and exposing the smooth stretch of his throat to you. of course, you lean up and press a brief kiss on his adam's apple. he looks down at you, smiling almost shyly before he shakes his head. "you're cute. but we're not having that conversation again."

pouting, you gesture around you. "you always say you don't spend enough time in your room to bother putting anything in it, but admit it—you were happy when we got that bin from daiso."

heeseung snorts and bobs your nose. "yes, i'm the happiest man alive. every day i wake up and i thank god that i have a girlfriend and a rubbish bin."

"see!" you ignore the amused look on his face and lay your head on his chest. the tension in your shoulders melts the moment you hear the familiar beat of his heart against your ear. "think about how much happier you would be when your room no longer looks like belift uses it for enhypen's dance practices."

he chuckles softly while running his fingers through your hair. "i've seen that one. someone commented that my room could fit the backup dancers, too."

you laugh. "it could."

comfortable silence wraps around you like a warm blanket, neither feeling the need to speak. you eventually lift your head to glance at him, lips curving into a smile when you see that his eyes are closed. you lean down and place a delicate kiss on his lips, light and fleeting, but enough to leave him grinning.

you repeat your action, your lips brushing his in the faintest touch only to feel him kiss you back, so gently it seems like a secret. you pull back when you heeseung's tongue traces your lower lip. his eyes flutter open, a silent question mark reflected in his dark eyes when you don't kiss him again. you tilt your head, mischief glinting in your gaze.

"hee?" you say quietly and he blinks up at you with large, doe-like eyes.

"hm?" he looks ridiculously soft and vulnerable lying underneath you like that. it almost has you changing your mind, but you love a good set-up.

"did you know engenes call you bitchless?"

you let out a surprised laugh when he flips you over. in the blink of an eye, he has you pinned beneath him and his lips are on you, peppering your face with tiny pecks, leaving behind a trail of laughter from you.

you try to push him away by the chest, but heeseung is relentless, placing kiss after kiss on your cheeks, the corner of your lips, your forehead, your jaw. you can feel him smile against your skin and you can't help but giggle deliriously. "what are you doing?"

"proving them wrong," he says while nibbling on the sensitive spot behind your ear, working his way down to the curve where your neck and collarbone meet. "obviously."

"obviously," you mumble back, selfishly enjoying the feeling of his lips on you. heeseung slowly lifts you up, somehow moving you onto the bed and laying your head on his pillow. his warm hand slips under your shirt, happy to roam your skin aimlessly while he kisses you dumb. there's nothing but heeseung on your mind, just him and the muffled groans leaving his lips when you pull on his hair while his knee rests between your legs.

then, the door falls open with a bang and you nearly push him off the bed.

"oh my god, sorry!"

heeseung flails, comically wide-eyed, and whips around to yell at whoever's at the door. you look past him to see riki standing with his back to the room, spewing incoherent apologies while his neck flushes bright red.

you pat your boyfriend's shoulder to catch his attention, silently shooting him a look when he frowns at you, lips pulled in a pout. smiling, you peck them one last time before pushing him aside to lie beside you. "riki, you can turn around."

the younger boy does, looking incredibly sheepish. "sorry for barging in. i didn't know y/n was here."

"it's fine," you say reassuringly. "don't worry about it."

"knock next time," heeseung grumbles before he pulls you up to sit beside him with a sigh. "what's up?"

riki rubs the back of his neck. "i'm going to the department store to get some stuff for my room, just wanted to see if you wanted to come along." in a quieter tone he adds, "the others are busy."

"so was i," heeseung mumbles and you smack him upside the head. gently, of course.

"he's going," you say to riki. "can i come with?"

"yeah, of course!" his face brightens up instantly. "i'll order the taxi, meet me downstairs in five!"

"wait, ni-ki—" heeseung hastily jumps up, but the boy has already left and closed the door behind him, leaving him to stare at it like he's just been bereft of every shred of joy and peace he's ever known. he turns to you with an exasperated look on his face. "seriously? to get things for his room? you planned this."

you shake your head, rising to your knees to be more at his eye level while doing a horrible job at suppressing your giggles. "i wish i did, but the joke wrote itself. now go put on some pants. he said downstairs in five."

[dodowbydesign]

Shoebox Design Inspired by Victorian period and Moroccan culture

[appealingtonobody]

[megumismyhusband]

rin itoshi wasn’t the type to watch silly little rom-coms, but here he was, sitting on the couch all alone while you were out. the movie on the screen showcased a disgustingly rich man who adored his wife and showed it by spoiling her with everything money could buy—designer clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, you name it. the woman looked happy, beaming at her husband like he’d hung the stars for her.

rin couldn’t focus on the rest of the movie. his mind snagged on that one thought: she looked happy because of all those things.

rin knew you deserved the best. no question about that. and sure, he worked hard, brought in more than enough money, but had he ever gone out of his way to spoil you like that? could you ever feel that kind of happiness with him if he didn’t? the idea gnawed at him, quiet but insistent.

the next day, he started. subtle, at first—a new designer coat left on your chair when you woke up. when you tried to ask, rin just mumbled something about how “you needed a good coat for the winter.”

then, the gifts piled up. shoes. jewelry. bags. a random cartier box sitting on the counter one morning. an envelope stuffed with tickets to an exclusive spa retreat the next. by the weekend, your closet looked like the flagship store of every luxury brand in existence.

“rin,” you called one evening, holding up a glittering necklace you swore you’d seen on a celebrity once. “what’s all this for?”

rin didn’t look up from where he was pretending to focus on his phone. “you deserve it.”

“i mean, thanks, but why?”

he seemed to hesitate, his fingers twitching at the edge of the phone. “i just… want you to be happy,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

you tilted your head, a puzzled expression crossing your face. “you’re already making me happy, rin. i don’t need all of this stuff.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours. “i thought… i thought maybe you’d want it. or, i don’t know, i thought i might’ve been… i don’t know, not enough?” his voice faltered, something like worry creeping in.

you blinked at him in confusion before your lips curled into a soft, reassuring smile. “rin, you’re more than enough. i’m not going anywhere, okay?” you stepped closer, gently cupping his face with your hands. “i don’t care about the gifts, the bags, or any of that stuff. i just want you. and you’re all i need.”

he didn’t respond right away, his eyes softening as he processed your words. and then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed, his usual tense expression giving way to something far more vulnerable. the tension in his chest loosened, replaced by a warmth that made his heart flutter.

“you sure?” he asked quietly, his hands slowly finding their way to yours.

“i’m sure,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “you’ve always been enough, rin.”

your smile was so genuine, so full of love, and rin realized then that he would do anything to keep that smile on your face forever.