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Lovin' It
Under the soft hum of his local McDonald’s fluorescent lights, Thomas found himself enveloped in the solitude of his closing duties. The 18-year-old’s body bore the signs of fatigue, with slouched shoulders and tired eyes, a testament to his disdain for the job he felt trapped in. Back in high school, he had dreams of going to college and studying engineering, and even though he had the grades to get into a top school, financial constraints left him with no choice but to enter the workforce straight away. No one else would hire him straight out of school with no experience, so he applied to McDonald's, where he started working full-time.
Thomas was a tall and lanky young man, with unkempt brown hair and a perpetual frown etched on his face. He disliked his job intensely, feeling it was beneath him and a constant reminder of the opportunities he had missed out on due to financial stress. The smell of fries and grease had become nauseating, and the endless drone of customer orders through the headset made his head throb every day that he returned home, only for the cycle to continue the next morning.
The rain outside played a sorrowful melody, as he methodically scrubbed the grills, making them gleam and sparkle with cleanliness, wiped down the sticky countertops, counted the till with utmost precision, as a single missing dollar would be a write-up, mopped the lobby floors until they reflected the overhead lights, and cleaned the restrooms until they were spotless. He moved with a mechanical precision born from routine, albeit begrudgingly.
His final task before he had the pleasure of clocking out for the day and heading home for a dinner of a frozen pizza led him to the storage area, where the sight of a crumpled clown costume on the floor caught his attention.
It hadn't been there when he had been working earlier, so he wasn't sure what to think. Maybe it was a new promotional gimmick for the upcoming sales period and had just fallen out of one of the many boxes that get carried through the back on a regular basis. Reaching down to pick it up and fold it onto one of the shelves, Thomas' finger grazed the soft fabric. As he touched the strange outfit, he was engulfed by a warm and pleasurable sensation as his consciousness faded away.
As Thomas lay on the dirty stockroom floor, he began to undergo a transformation. His feet began to swell and grow, the bones stretching and reshaping to accommodate the oversized proportions of a clown’s shoes. The sensation was oddly satisfying, like a stretch after a long rest, leaving a tingling pleasure in its wake.
His skin was the next to change, the tan of his complexion fading into a luminescent white. It spread up his legs and over his torso in a wave of warmth, each inch of skin it touched tingling with the pleasure of transformation. His brown hair, untamed and messy, shifted into a brilliant red, growing longer and silkier, adding to the overall euphoria.
Thomas' facial features subtly shifted and molded into a new form. His nose rounded out and took on a bright red hue, his mouth stretched into a wide, perpetual smile, painted with vibrant red, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with newfound joy. The transformation was thorough, leaving no part of him untouched.
As the last remnants of unconsciousness faded and he awoke from his euphoric stupor, Thomas felt an odd sensation around his feet. Lying on his back on the cold floor, he lifted his head slightly, only to catch sight of two enormous, brightly colored shoes protruding from the ends of his legs. He blinked, trying to understand the surreal sight before him.
The shoes were massive, a vivid mix of red and yellow, the classic Ronald McDonald design. Panic raced through Thomas' mind, a series of frantic questions pounding in his head. Why were his feet so huge? What had happened to him?
Still in disbelief, Thomas slowly wiggled his toes, expecting to feel a spacious void within the oversized shoes. But to his astonishment, he felt resistance. The shoes weren't merely on his feet; his feet filled them perfectly, contouring and shifting with every subtle movement of his toes. The sensation was strange yet oddly comforting. The shoes felt like they were made just for him.
His heart raced as he tried to piece together the bizarre puzzle. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, Thomas took a more detailed look at his transformed body. His once tan skin was now a striking shade of porcelain white, and as he lifted a hand to touch his face, he felt the unmistakable texture of clown makeup.
Realization slowly dawned on him. He wasn't just wearing a clown costume; he had become the clown. The memories, the emotions, the very essence of Ronald McDonald began to flood his mind, merging seamlessly with Thomas' own memories and experiences.
He ran out of the store, and into the night, laughter bubbling from his lips as he embraced his new identity. He was no longer bound by the confines of his old life; he was no longer Thomas. He was Ronald McDonald, and he was free to be happy, to spread joy, and to live life as the happiest clown on earth.
He was lovin' it.
#male tf#transformation#tf#transform#male transformation#clown tf#ronald mcdonald#ronald mcdonald tf#costume tf#outfit tf#clothing tf#clothing transformation#clown transformation#ai images
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Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life
#it was so silly i've had this visualised in my head for ages#actually sick of this comic now tho the colouring made me question tf I've been doing for 10 years#anyway#the sillies#not set on any of these designs btw and Scott isn't in his band outfit BC he isn't part of it yet in the series#which is the excuse I'm using bc I haven't solidified that design yet#tag time#secret life#life series#scott smajor#smajor1995#trafficblr#jimmy solidarity#goodtimeswithscar#this probably the second comic I've ever finished ever so#IM LEARNING OK#fandumb fanart#ALSO ALSO guess where I got the death messages the
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free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay
#akekita content in this economy? it's more likely than you think#this is like for the three ppl that ship them (me tumblr user haliai and atlus)#also which boyliker at atlus designed yusuke's phantom outfit like WHY is he dressed like a gay hooker 💀💀💀💀#the skintight spandex bodysuit designed to show off the slutty waist?? the exposed cleavage?? the cunty little fox tail?? bro 😭#my hand was shaking while i was drawing the second img it felt so IMMODEST 😭😭😭😭😭#i wish atlus confirmed which highschool akechi went to bc i love the hc that he attends kosei#his tie matches hifumi's ribbon so i think they're trying to tell us smt (im delusional)#ANYWAY akechi and yusuke would match each other's freak lowkey like they're both hardcore yappers that weird everyone else tf out#akechi would find solidarity in the fact that yusuke doesn't shut up abt whatever he's interested in#also also the fact that akechi is a mirror version of him bc they're victims of the same situation#both being exploited and utilized as tools after their mothers death#by the man they called father in exchange for validation or a false sense of place#but ultimately yusuke was saved by phantom thieves while akechi refused any pity and slowly succumbed to fate of his own making#really makes you look at atlus and think whats going on in their buttery smooth brains for not including other character interactions#aside from the social links with joker. the wasted dynamic potential between some of the characters is insane 😭#persona 5#p5#yusuke kitagawa#kitagawa yusuke#goro akechi#akechi goro#akekita#bro me when i stay up until three am drawing persona instead of finishing my lab (i’m beyond cooked 💀💀)#i think i need to switch college majors i can’t keep doing this#lotus draws
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Destiny 2 is a silly little looter shooter but also its a story about love and it did matter and continues to matter at every turn. Destiny 2 is the opposite of that post about the love being there but not changing anything. the love is there and it changes everything. we succeed because Elsie tells her sister that she's there and she loves her and she trusts her and she won't leave again. we get Mara back because Shuro Chi loved her. we defeat Savathun because she cares, because she feels betrayed, because she feels her sisters were betrayed with her and that care and love blinds her. we live because Mara learns to open herself up to love and refuses to walk away from her brother again and turns back for him this time. we win because Eramis loves her people too much to fully buy into the Witness and we win because Eido believes there's good in everyone and refuses to live in a world where people can't change. we win because Taranis loved Riven and their children and defied his own nature and starved himself to give them that love. we win because Rasputin loves humanity so much even though he was never meant to because Ana loved him so much she taught him every beautiful thing she knew. we win because despite their differences Ikora loves Zavala and Zavala loves Ikora and they couldn't live without each other. we win because Eris loved her fireteam too much to let phantoms of them ruin that love and she lived because Brya loved her enough to give her one last chance. we win because our ghost loves us. just because he loves us so much. and because we love him. and because Cayde loves Sundance and wants to spend eternity with her. we win because at every turn the characters choose to love and trust and forgive.
#destiny 2#d2#the final shape#I'm normal about it though#i know this is probably cringe Im just literally unwell and I also saw a man whining that tfs was “emasculating”#which like buddy I dont know what game youre playing#but the one i play is about love and forgiveness and wishes and magic and who has the prettiest outfits#daring to turn reblogs on again if I regret it they’ll go off again
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cuscusses
#first outfit is based on the roma flag bc the author mentioned he was inspired by the culture this week#second pic is bc the first pic blew tf up so i made everyone pat him. yay#witch hat atelier#.csp#2024#custas#coustas
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Sims 2 University wallpapers
#those beta unused hairs/clothing#I really like the TF 'NYC2' converted outfit as pants only#there's another pic of a female drummer with those pants in a different color#ts2#sims2#sims 2#the sims 2#sims render
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Everyone who made fun of Cardan for caring how he looks is just jealous of his slayness and aura tbh.
#Like tf you mean “foppish sort of boy”#Shup up Madoc you probably wear the same 4 outfits on rotation#the folk of the air#Tfota#the folk of air#holly black#cardan greenbriar#jude duarte#tfota#the cruel prince series
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Soundwave is coming for you 💜✨️
Little smile 😋😋
#my art#maccadam#transformers#tf#drawing#tf fanart#transformers fanart#transformers decepticons#tfp soundwave#tfp#tfp fanart#transformers prime soundwave#tf soundwave#transformers soundwave#soundwave#soundwave fanart#transformers prime decepticons#transformers prime#transformers prime fanart#tfp decepticons#tf prime#maid outfit#maid#maccdam#transformers drawing
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simpatico girls from magma dot com
#its semester break I get to magma again yippeee#where my design brain pops off for some reason sdjghsdg#im so ooghh for percy help#still need to think abt their outfits tho sdkjhsg#transformers#maccadam#brainstorm#tf#simpatico#humanformers#bishoujo transformers#my art
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Put Some Clothes On!
I’ve made my thoughts about modern young people known in the past, but you must know I really do try to hold my tongue. Even if I disagree with the way today's young adults dress, that doesn't mean I have to project it onto folks who are just trying to enjoy themselves... I mean, I very much can project onto them if I wanted to, if you've read some of my other material you've seen what I'm capable of. But doing that comes with all other sorts of consequences, which are admittedly usually very fun for me, but can be a headache to deal with. So again, I hold my tongue and silently lament the state of manners and dress in the world.
But sometimes, even I reach my limit. The other day, for example, I was going for a walk by the beach, when I came across a group of summer breakers having a party. All were dressed in far too little, but I did my best to ignore them and keep walking. Until I saw this one man. He was clothed only by the loosest definition of the word. His swimsuit was more like a folded napkin, designed to cover the bare minimum. Where did he even find a swimsuit that small? Do they sell them that small nowadays? And worst of all was the cockiness. The clear pride he felt for his body and all that he was showing. It made me sick. I could see in his eyes he genuinely believed this is what a good life was about. If I looked closely, it even looked like he had applied oil to his body to maximize the appearance of his exposed features.
This was just too far, even for me. I felt my words wanting to make themselves known. And before I could quell my tongue, I burst out in anger
“Put some clothes on!”
The group looked at me, and several started jeering. But I only paid attention to the undressed man. He was staring back at me, and I could see a blank look in his eyes. Uh oh. This is what I was trying to avoid. But this young man had pushed me over the edge and now he was going to learn firsthand the effect I can have on people.
Suddenly the man stood up and started walking away from the group, paying no mind of any of them. He stared dead ahead, no sign of brain activity behind his eyes. He was walking like a man on a mission, until he reached what I presume was his car. He got in, still clad in only a speedo, and started to drive away.
Shoot. This was getting out of hand quickly. Before he got too far, I hailed my chauffeur and told him to follow the runaway vehicle. Roughly 10 minutes later we arrived at what I presume was the man’s house. He'd driven his car haphazardly up the driveway, leaving the car door open and keys still running in the ignition. I headed towards the front door, which had similarly been left wide open.
From what I could tell as I walked through his house, he lived alone. I heard noise coming from a room around the corner. I walked into what appeared to be the man’s bedroom, where I found him in the attached bathroom looking very different already.
True to my word, he had put on some clothes. But he’d done more than that: he’d gone into his closet and picked out an outfit typically reserved for more formal occasions. He was wearing a purple plaid dress shirt, a Vineyeard Vines whale emblazoned on the breast. The shirt was tucked into a pair of pressed white dress pants, cinched with a brown leather belt. He'd chosen a pair of brown loafers to wear with the ensemble, but had decided to forgo socks, giving him the air of someone more likely to spend summer afternoons at the docks or the country club than half-naked on the beach. To that same effect, he'd taken some hygiene measures to clean himself up all around. He had given himself a clean shave, now looking much more fresh faced than he did with the previous mustache. And he'd run some product through his hair, giving him an appearance that was put-together but not overly formal.
I slowly approached him, taking in the transformation he'd undergone in just a few minutes. He was intently staring in the mirror, flossing his teeth. Once he'd determined that those too were spotless, he turned to face me.
I looked him in the eyes again. The blank expression was gone, and I could again see that cockiness he'd exhibited before. Instead of pride for his body, he was now showing pride for his appearance. As I looked at him, the side of his mouth formed a smirk.
"Is this alright?" He asked me, with a tone somewhere between sarcastic remark and genuine inquiry.
He'd impressed me a lot in the past 20 minutes, but this was once again a step too far. I'd already broken my pledge to keep my words to myself, I might as well finish the job.
"On your hands and knees," I snapped, and within half a second he was on all fours on the ground. Bent with his head pointed towards my feet in reverence. That was more like it. “Now look at me” I commanded him, and his eyes turned up to meet mine. I could see a mixture of emotions in his eyes: Fear for the control I exhibited over his body, fading hints of that cockiness trying to hold on, a slight arousal at his current situation. But above all, in his eyes I saw that he now understood exactly what he was: an object. His life as he'd known it was over, from now on he existed for my pleasure. He could do his little cocky hot boy act, act like he was king of the world dressed up or down, but he would always know I totally controlled him, and with just a few words I could make him be or do anything I wanted.
I stared him back in the eyes with a hard glare.
“You’re mine now, you know that right?”
“Y-yes”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir”
“Say it again”
“Yes, sir”
“Say it again”
“Yes, sir”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, sir”
“Who do you answer to?”
“You, sir”
“Whose boy are you?”
“Yours, sir”
“You love the orders I give you”
“I love the orders you give me, sir”
“You were lost before I found you.”
“I was lost before you found me, sir”
“You were degrading yourself with nudity.”
“I was degrading myself with nudity, sir”
“You were degrading yourself with vanity.”
“I was degrading myself with vanity, sir”
“You will follow a better way.”
“I will follow a better way, sir”
“You will follow my orders.”
“I will follow your orders, sir”
“I will make you into a man.”
“You will make me into a man, sir”
“A man has class.”
“A man has class, sir”
“A man should always respect himself.”
“A man should always respect himself, sir”
“A man should always dress properly.”
“A man should always dress properly, sir”
“A man should always obey his superiors.”
“A man should always obey his superiors, sir”
“A man knows his place.”
“A man knows his place, sir.”
“Now repeat it all back to me, boy, and tell me what you are in this world.”
A last trace of fear flared up in his eyes, one dying attempt of his conscious to hold on. One last breath of his old self. And then it was gone, and there was nothing behind his eyes. Just a drone’s gaze. Then, he began to speak in a complete monotone:
“I am what you make me into, sir. I was nothing before you, now I exist entirely for you, sir. I was lost, now I see my one goal in life. I need to be a good boy. I need to dedicate every fiber of my being to becoming a good boy. To following instructions. To respecting myself and other. I need to be molded into the picture perfect image of a gentleman, and I need you to do it for me, sir.”
It was done. Just like that, he was mine. I knew it wouldn’t take long to reach this point, but I did always enjoy the process. The rebellious ones are always particularly fun to break.
Now that he’s mine, I’ll need him to take care of a few last tasks.
“Listen up. I’m going to let you stand up in a moment, but you need to listen carefully.”
“Yes, sir”
“You’ve got a few tasks you need to take care of right now. Understand?”
“Yes, sir”
“Good. First of all, all this old junk has to go. All your clothes, all your furniture, it's all vulgar and unbecoming of a man. Go through some luxury catalogs and order new clothes and furniture. Everything you wear should have at least three digits on the price tag. All your furniture should be vintage. And as for that hunk of junk outside, go to the dealership and trade it for something with an Italian name. You might drain your savings doing this, but you don't need that money anymore."
"Yes, sir"
"Next, you're going to quit your job. Your friends, any clubs you were part of, any sports, it's all going away. You're not even going to say goodbye. Take your phone and throw it away."
"Yes, sir"
"Good. Once you've done all that, you're going to pay a visit to me." I handed him a card, "This is where I live. You'll be spending a good deal of your time here from now on. You'll get the chance to meet your new colleagues, other men like you who have come under my employ through one circumstance or another. They'll make sure to give you a warm welcome, as well as explain the duties and regulations you'll be expected to obey. Does that all sound good?"
"Yes, sir" In his eyes I saw total obedience, not just a desire to follow my orders but a love for my orders. He’ll make a good boy. Particularly malleable, ready to be shaped into a fun new mold.
"Good, now stand up."
He stood up and looked at me eye-to-eye again. Any of the previous cockiness was gone. I silently admired my handiwork to myself. This was a particularly troublesome man, and I had done a good job getting him into this shape. I thought about making some clever remark to him about the change he’d undergone, but my tongue had already got me into enough trouble today. So instead, I just looked at him and smirked.
He looked down, embarrassed and aroused by the power I held over him. He walked off in an extremely rigid, formal walk, picking up trash to throw away. I walked out of his home and back towards my car, where my chauffeur was ready to take me back to my home. I’d alert my other boys that they’d be expecting a new arrival tonight, and then the fun will really begin.
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#my art#transformers#tf idw1#starscream#skywarp#thundercracker#maid outfit#robots in clothes#suggestive#????? i guess
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A lil something for autumn! This is Vidcunds’ 4t2 HappyLifeSims Late Autumn Outfit conversion plus edits and age conversions by @deedee-sims, retextured in a mixed knits style. I used these crochet patterns I've used before to make the cardigain more textured, then paired it with a jumper, a pleated skirt and some cosy socks.
There's 12 mixed Aelia colours, with various patterns on some of the skirts. They're categorised as everyday and outerwear, availible for TF-EF, and come either standalone or repo to AF. Deedee's meshes are included, as the original conveted mesh has some odd cutting off on the top of the leg.
Download Late Autumn Knits standalone
Download Late Autumn Knits repo to AF
Buy me a coffee? I have a Ko-Fi!
#ts2#the sims 2#sims 2 cc#sims 2#ts2 cc#ts2 download#ts2cc#sims 2 download#sims 2 outfits#ts2 clothes#ts2 clothing#sims 2 clothing#sims 2 clothes#clothes AF#clothes TF#clothes EF
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as warmup ive been drawing some gtc cats as humans!! (mostly cherrystar)
#i don't know how to design outfits IM WINGING ITT#i'm so out of practice#tf do i tag this#also in this human au they;re in the post apocalypse#i guess instead of only black-stoneclan collapsing its all of society#i don't know how it works don't ask me
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slam dunks these out of my sight
#one on the left especially feels like a lost but we'll see#going tf to sleep 🚶♀️#only thing that's going to save me is outfit lineup. only thing i know to do at this point peace and love#lydiaalin#operator rua#warframe spoilers#just in case
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Something seems a little off with this Tasque Manager, but she seems happy...
Commission for codyanskaya !! Thank you!!!
#furry#gothycollie art#furry art#anthro#furry oc#furry fandom#anthro art#shiny outfit#fursona#commission#tasque manager#dragon#anthro dragon#post tf
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4t3 Elliesimple Two-Piece Pajamas
UPDATE: SEE HERE FOR NEW NOVEMBER 2023 RE-CONVERSION; THE LINK IS THE SAME!
Finally, my first successful conversion...! Hopefully...
I have a pair of pajamas in real life just like this set, and I wanted to bring it to The Sims 3! In addition, I felt teens had limited clothing options, so I made sure to convert it for them, too!
I'm definitely a huge perfectionist, so I feel like I have to get everything right when I make/convert something. I hope there aren't any serious / overt issues with the CC!
Ages: Teen, (Young) AdultPolycount (with Body): 8kFull Outfit, in Sleepwear CategoryThree Channels: The Top, Bottom, and the Lines2 Presets + 1 Non-Recolorable Bear Preset*
Begrudingly* so, I've added one (and only one) swatch; if I was any good at Photoshop, I would have made the patterns on it an overlay, but there are small dots and a few other details that made it even more difficult to remove the white background, and the magic wand tool haaaates me. It's cute anywayyyy!
Picture of RGB Mask:
It looks wonky in CAS, but fine in-game!
All credits go to Elliesimple! Original download page!
Download: SFS
or
Download: Simblr.CC
@katsujiiccfinds @xto3conversionsfinds @pis3update
CC Used:
Acc Nails: Long Nails by LorandiaSims3
Hair, Ponytail: Anto Milano, Retexture by Ifca-Sims
Hair, Long Wrap: Simpliciaty Ruby, Retexture by Ifca-Sims, Mary Jane DR
Eyes, Default: Simtanico's Dragon Age: Inquisition V2 Eyes (DAIV2) I've edited them to add the teeth replacements from OEM!
Eyelashes and Various Makeup by S-Club
Eyelash Mesh Terminator by Slamyy (S-Club's eyelash remover just removes the eyelash texture from face overlays, not the actual mesh, and thus can conflict with other face overlay defaults, such as eyes or teeth. Also helps with the Mac x64 issue).
Skins: Kurasoberina Primer Default and Ephemera Natural Light
Background is Kewai-Dou's camera photoshoot set! :)
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