#tf outfit

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(reblog part 1 because of tag limits)

2t3 pack of clothes

Added some polygons to the sleeves to remove corners, clothes are still low poly.

Taken from expansions and stuff: Base, Seasons, Nightlife, Apartment Life

The first outfit in the second picture converted with shoes, it is recommended to wear invisible feet.

Recolorable

Download: SFS and Mediafire

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[circesoracle]

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.

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(reblog part 2 because of tag limits)

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Tops

Bottoms

Outfits

Shoes

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

I converted these all in the span of 2 weeks! I miscalculated, so buy/build mode objects will be moved to around New years (there's not too many objects, anyway)

There are a bunch of clothes and shoes for teen-adult males and females, plus one pair of shoes for children!

Every adult conversion has an equivalent for teens!

It's a surprise, like a wrapped gift, so thumbnail pics are in the file!

Download - SFS

(i tried to upload to simblr.cc but it errored out on me after I hit submit? maybe the file was too large)

Download - Mediafire

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[sothasil]

cuscusses

[bongwalter10]

what if tfp starscream

[andrevasims]

Sims 2 University wallpapers

[slarxsa]

Everyone who made fun of Cardan for caring how he looks is just jealous of his slayness and aura tbh.

[blackteaduck]

Soundwave is coming for you 💜✨️

Little smile 😋😋

[shandsformation]

simpatico girls from magma dot com

[katsurinssims]

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!

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(reblog part 1 because of tag limits)

Adult to Teen Conversions: Part 3 (Plus One Adult Item)!

See Part 1 and Part 2!

The toga and the other historical CC were requests, so they look out of place!

21 Files in Total!

All should have maternity morphs!

Here are the original links:

Requests:

TM - Nightospheresims - 4t3 Jellymoo Krueger Jeans | Requested by @mossslug14 | Bottom

TF - VenusPrincess - Alba Dress (Toga) | Requested by @frank-e-sleep-n-tea | Outfit

TM and TF - VenusPrincess - Demon Desire and Witcher 3 Bottoms | Requested by @frank-e-sleep-n-tea | Bottoms | Four Multipliers for Demon Desire

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Tops:

TM - PurplePxls - 4t3 GorillaX3 Basic Cardigan II

TM - VenusPrincess - 4t3 GorillaX3 Slim Fit Turtlenecks (Two Versions - Sleeves and Sleeveless

TF - VenusPrincess - Kore and Mira Tops | Direct Link | This wasn't a request, but I converted them to match with the other requested VP bottoms!

Bottoms:

TF - PurplePxls - 4t3 Helsoseira Fumi Skirt | Added one recolorable preset

TF - SimsOfIceAndFire - 4t3 LazyEyelids Denim Miniskirt

Outfits:

TF - Nightospheresims - 4t3 Arethabee Jessica Dress

TF - SimsOfIceAndFire 4t3 NitroPanic Cute ASF Dress

Outfit Sets:

TM - VenusPrincess - Fallout Snake Top and Bottom | You can download the boots from here and simply enable it for teens!

Shoes:

AF and TF - VenusPrincess - Chota Shoes | Please note this also includes adult females!

TF and TM - YesodSims - 4t3 MsBlue Rieker Boots | Deactivated

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Whew... Happy Thanksgiving to all the Yanks out here, and enjoy the conversions! I'm sorry for it taking so long ;-;

And more clothes for teen males specifically!

Download - SFS

or

Download - Simblr.CC

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Credits to:

@nightospheresims @venusprincess-ts3

Wix Sites:

Purplepxls

SimsOfIceAndFire (Pink Dahlia)

[cyoc49]

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.

[archie-sunshine]

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as warmup ive been drawing some gtc cats as humans!! (mostly cherrystar)