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MMSIMS Positive Sneakers Redux for AF and TF
These were converted 4t2 by Klira, then @itsdiamondeyesuniverse made a version with improved bone assignments. I’ve made a version with less textures (one per file instead of the original four), smaller textures (512x512 instead of 1024x1024), clearly named, re-tooltiped and with the correct shoe sound (does anyone notice this though?). This also includes a TF conversion by Diamond Eyes, which is repositoried to AF. All recolours are repositoried to the same undies texture. All morphs for both AF and TF, 5.6K polys, everyday only, and obviously stockings-friendly!
Download (SFS) | Dropbox
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Do you think there would be a difference in how much Robin knows about Steve's kinks, depending on whether it's Steve or Eddie growing a belly?
oh man, i think there would be and i dunno if he'd ever go into detail with her as in like, actually what goes down in like super detail. but i think she would definitely know enough, he would tell her if she ever asked questions and she definitely definitely knows they're obsessed with each other.
i guess with steve it might start with like, pointing out that he looks a little different, that he looks good, the weight suits him. and it does but more importantly she can see how happy he is. maybe she sees how eddies hand rests on his stomach when they cuddle on the couch, or how he likes to offer steve bites of his food if they're having different things for dinner. likes to get steve something sweet when they watch a movie, refilling whatever snack it is if he gets up to got to the bathroom. robin notices, she notices steves soft eyes and pleased smile. so she points out his weight gently, kindly, says 'you like it don't you.' just to see him nod, 'its weird isn't it?' but again she remembers his smile, the ease of his laugh these days. 'nah.'... but he's still her best friend and that gives her the right to poke him and smile, sharp and teasing, 'and eddie likes it too, really likes it.' just to see him blush, cover his face, maybe pace around or wriggle where they're laid out on her bed. say 'yeah', answer if she asks for details, says how good it all feels, the kissing, the food, how eddie fucks him so dee- 'yep okay! i don't want details actually.' and they'll both laugh, and she'll look at him, her best friend, her soulmate, body a little different but she loves him so much. loves how happiness looks on him.
with eddie it'd be a little different, but she's notice, eddie is her friend too. she see him soften, eat a little more, that kind of thing. but more so, mainly, she'd notice the way steve notices eddie. watch him follow eddie with his eyes, sometimes a little dark, sometimes achingly soft. she'd see them sneak off, eddie pulling steve by the hand, steve slipping his hand into eddies back pocket. she once caught them mid makeout, eddie pushing steve agains the wall with his bulk, in a way that made so much sense, she knew what he liked in bed, this was just another piece of the puzzle that was steve harrington. (she noticed all that before squawking and covering her eyes, telling them to knock it off. all of them ending up with the giggles.) she points it out one day, steve with his head rested in his palm, watching eddie move around and then fall heavily onto the couch, right after finishing the meal steve cooked him. 'eddies getting bigger.' she'd say, no judgment, no care, he looks good. and steve, he just sights, loved up and dopey, 'yeah.' he'd said, all dreamy and she smiles, loves them so much, so happy for her best friend... but she still shares an apartment with them, can't have them get too comfortable. 'im gonna head to bed, sex on the couch is still banned.' and steve balks at her, but then he smiles, because he knows she'll love him no matter what. no matter what him and his freaky boyfriend get up to. it'll never change them.
<3
#this got so soft so quick#they just love each other so much!!!#ty for this!!!#my partner in crime#the biggest brain around#chubby steve harrington#chubby eddie munson#steddie wg#hotlunch#stobin soulmates#ask
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me and @codystonguepiercing are keeping candy alive one weird photoshop and a shitpost at a time
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2, 27, 34 ✨
("be nosy" questions)
2. What are you obsessed with right now?
That post you sent me and stoned Steddie friends to lovers. You sent it in DMs instead of asks, you clever fiend, but I’m gonna post here what I said there…
I like Steve getting high and his caretaker side really coming out. Just a little bit at first, always asking Eddie if he wants anything and then immediately getting whatever he impulsively asks for. And they both like it, so they both keep leaning into it more and more, until Steve reaches the feeding Eddie in his lap stage and calls him perfect and announces in a floaty sort of way that they "should be boyfriends, shouldn't we be boyfriend Eds? Then I could take care of you all the time." And nothing really happens then, because Eddie has his mouth full and is this close to falling asleep, but as soon as they've napped and sobered up Eddie is like, "Hey... did you mean it?" and Steve is like, "Uh, if you want me to mean it, then yes. If you don't... still yes, but I can keep it under wraps until I get over—" He's interrupted by a lap (very) full of Eddie Munson and lots of enthusiastic kisses. ❤️
It works the other way too, maybe Steve gets a little pouty when he's high and wants stuff but doesn't want to get up and get it himself so he whines and asks if Eddie will do it for him. (Also does this for when he needs to pee, and every time Eddie is just sort of like "I'd try if I could, man, but I don't think it works that way" in the most blazed voice possible.) But like, Eddie cannot resist that pouty face, and he always goes way overboard on getting Steve a LOT of whatever he asked for. Eventually they get to "Eddieeeee, feed it to me" and Steve kissing his fingers and Eddie is going to COMBUST but he keeps trying to cover it by getting the next mouthful ready until Steve just straight up demands that he kiss him already, dammit.
Why does Steve seem to take the lead in both scenarios, you might wonder? Idk, typically in my head Eddie is more afraid of scaring Steve off, while Steve is actually a lot more self-accepting than anyone seems to expect and goes from brief bisexual awakening to “Okay so I’ve realized I love you, want to do something about that?” surprisingly fast. Tentative or confident wink add-on is optional.
27. What’s your pet peeve?
This is very much an irl thing—people saying something or asking me a question and then getting annoyed if I don’t respond as immediately as they think I should. Sometimes I just need some extra seconds to process, jeez!
34. What’s your coffee order?
I can’t do coffee, it makes my soul vibrate out of my body and I become an unsafe driver that strikes fear into my unwitting passengers’ hearts. So, sadly, I have not indulged in venti mocha chip frappuccinos since high school. 😔
Give me a chai latte any day though, hot or iced or (on very special occasions) frapped.
#scoops scoop#scoops words#wg steddie#chubby eddie munson#chubby steve harrington#ask#hotluncheddie#my partner in crime
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Baby boy 💕
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sam you are THE sam worthington writer 💍
And I take it in pride!
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this is literally us
us when dia tells us to get our asses back to solitary:
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unpopular opinions; keeping a clean home doesn’t make a person inherently more worthy (i say as i stare at the bed i have not made since pre Christmas loooool)
Sam you are so valid 😂
For real though, I have Opinions™️ about this. People’s homes were only magazine-spotless in the 50s because one partner stayed home all day, and was powered by meth and the crippling expectations of the patriarchy. My house is never gonna look like that and that is okay!! We don’t need to hold ourselves to such impossible standards!
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May 18th, 2014
Oh this is another gem worth sharing with everyone.
Down but Not Out is an awesome gen fanfic with Rufus and Bobby.
Best of all, NO Castiel.
My review (note my user name 😉)
I created a new ffnet name (deannaG) when I started writing my own fanfic.
I have FOUR tumblr accounts.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
I love how I stress FOUR, as if oh wow FOUR in a year.
How about FIFTY in TEN years?
#ten years of#nancy's wincest world#nancy444#nancylou444#my partner in crime#about me#i lost track how many sideblogs i have#but not anymore#fanfic rec#wincest#may 2014
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Oh also fuck naoto it's my girl eris' birthday
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This is something @itsdiamondeyesuniverse shared with me before going on hiatus, and since I have now made an addition to the set I wanted to share with you all. First it's TF and EF conversions of @mdpthatsme 4t2 Socks Knee High. Repositoried to AF so MDP's files are required. All packages repositoried to one undies texture. This is all by Diamond Eyes and meshes have all morphs.
Download SFS | Dropbox
Second is Saruin Kitty Paws for TF-EF, also by Diamond Eyes. They come in 4 colours, other ages repositoried to AF and all packages repositoried to one undies texture (same than above). Meshes by MDP and Diamond Eyes are included but are also the same from Socks Knee High.
Download SFS | Dropbox
Finally, I found these Cat Socks, also by @saruin, and I had to copy-paste them as well! There are 6 colours with different undies (textures from 3t2 lacy underwear by @rented-space). For TF-EF, other ages repositoried to AF. Meshes by MDP and Diamond Eyes are included again (but obvs you only need them once!).
Download SFS | Dropbox
The socks from all three sets are categorized as everyday, underwear and sleepwear. Friendly reminder that you can use Pick'N'Mix BSOK Editor to change clothing categories in bulk.
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Going for a bike ride with @spitcrank. Here’s the bike and the fit. Had to get my bike adjusted to the the perfect color. Blue is one of my favorite colors~
my Hoochie mama 🫶🏽
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What's crackin (other than a leg) ?
let my boy be, he's alive and regrets it already
otherwise nothing, cunt
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Don't make me cry, I love my lil nephew so much 🥹 I'm going to spoil him rotten while you're not looking.
Don't cry, Byeol. Both you and I will be scolded by Kazu. At least I will not be lectured alone.
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FFXIV - Jump (I Dare You)
I have a long list of excuses as to why this exists, but the most simple one is: I played through the Heavensward expansion as a dragoon and got attached. So did my PC. Thus, here is the first in a series of little in-between vignettes featuring my player character, Tritchet Pock, her family, and her impression of the big spiky dragon man that she unexpectedly got a little soft on. I’m posting it here mostly for posterity, and for the two people who are interested. 💜
~1400 words, set during the Heavensward main story quest, ‘Gifts for the Outcasts.’ (Inspired very very VERY loosely by The Regrettes’s ‘I Dare You’)
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Shading her eyes against the glare of the sun, Tritchet Pock peered up to the towering canopy of trees above her and said, with a delicate shrug of one shoulder, “I just think you could use some help, is all.”
"Could I?" In her periphery, a sleek black shadow stepped forward to regard her, arms folding over its chest with the glossy click of armored dragon scale. Estinien had only been halfway through his work when Tritchet had stumbled across him again, dragging a stinking sack of nanka flesh through the dirt behind her. The errand that she and her sisters had been sent after had devolved quickly — and largely by her own hand — into a competition, which Wickit had swiftly won, and which had left Tritchet to handle the messy business of delivering their quarry back to Alphinaud alone. She had endeavored to take the longest route possible back as a last act of petty vengeance, and had instead stumbled across Estinien circling the roots of one of the forest’s massive caelumtrees, surveying the canopy above for another handful of fruit to add to his growing pile.
Now he loomed over her shoulder, his head angled towards her in a gesture that indicated he was either raising an eyebrow, or glaring, or both.
"And what manner of help, pray tell, would you be offering?" His tone, placid as pond water, at least mercifully implied more of the former than the latter. Tritchet chanced a grin.
“Why, the vertical sort!” she said brightly. “I’ve got it on some authority that dragoons are good at that, and I count at least two of them here. And as I’ve got the height advantage between the two of us —"
"Do you?" Now Estinien's tone changed, touched around the edges by the faintest glimmer of a smirk. Stood at his side, Tritchet could just make it out beneath the mirror-black curve of his helm — thin and bloodless, but more like a smile than anything she had ever seen on him before. Her grin widened.
“I do, in fact. I might only be Azure Dragoon the Secondary, but you and I both know that we’re matched where it counts — namely, in the business of a jump. And because you must spend every day of your life in fear of low-hanging candelabras —”
“ — then at your height, you must be expected to compensate. Yes, I see.” Estinien’s smirk vanished behind the shadowy jawline of his visor as he turned to regard her straight-on, head tilted ever-so-slightly to one side in a way that put Tritchet in the mind of a bird — or a dragon, maybe — sizing up its prey. She stifled a little shiver of alarm. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that she addressed the prime warrior of Ishgard, a man who regularly stood alone against dragons and regularly walked away, who seethed with the spillover of Nidhogg’s own rage and stood reliably against that too; whose power, if she was willing to be honest with herself, was more a match for Wickit’s than it would ever be for hers.
Despite her words, Tritchet suddenly felt very small indeed.
She turned away before it could get the better of her, coughing delicately into a hand. "I was, ah, only joking, you know. I’m aware that you’re perfectly capable of managing on your own.”
“No,” said Estinien suddenly, straightening so that she caught another glimpse at his ghost-thin smile. “Show me, Azure Dragoon the Secondary. You’ve made your assertion; I would see you able to prove it. I should like to know if Ishgard would be wise to seek more of our dragonslayers among the lalafell.”
That should have been an insult. There was the shape of one there, a dig at something that had dogged her heels through all of Coerthas — the sound of outsider, of usurper, of adventurer, spoken like a slur, even though she came with her lance and her grit and the Warrior of Light to their aid. Estinien, with his furious pride and penchant for sharp jabs of all kinds, ought to have only added to that chorus.
Instead, Tritchet watched in mute fascination as he strode over to the nearest trunk and carefully leaned his lance against it, head tipped back to survey the treeline again. He was not just calling her bluff, she realized with a jolt; he was answering it, without a scoff, without a sneer, without the haughty swagger of someone who expected to win without a fight. He hadn't even tried to turn her away with a terse word about frivolity. He just saw her challenge and met it, ever the equal — which, incidentally, made her an equal too.
Something in her heart turned over like an engine starting, and Tritchet shucked her lance and the stinking sack at her side like they had both suddenly caught fire.
“First to the top, then?” she asked, casually, like her voice wasn’t trembling with barely pent-up excitement. Estinien's mouth turned faintly upwards at the corners.
“To the highest fruit, I think,” he said, “as we’ve still a duty to court the Gnath. I, for one, do not care to be the one who keeps the likes of your sister waiting when there are alms to be given.”
He made a pointed gesture towards the sack still oozing wetly to the ground beside her, and Tritchet felt the heat beginning to puddle at the center of her chest suddenly swell into a bonfire. Envy was an old, familiar vice, but the dragon’s soul that stirred inside the heavy blue stone around her neck made it new every time, burning like fresh hellfire when the wyrm remembered its pride. She rolled her shoulders to work the shivery restlessness out of them and grinned, showing every one of her teeth.
“Oh Estinien,” she said sweetly, “you don’t have to worry about keeping Wickit waiting. Right now, you just have to worry about how you’re going to keep up with me.”
Estinien's head tipped to one side, another glare-or-raised-brow projected through the black sheen of his helm, but Tritchet barely noticed this time. Any apprehension about calling the Azure Dragoon’s ire was gone, now — she was suddenly all adrenaline, one buzzing, dragonfire heartbeat of envy and ambition and bright, sledgehammer joy. Estinien seemed to think Wickit was the one to worry about; he thought that he only needed to consider the Warrior of Light. Tritchet was going to show him. She was going to match him at his own game. Better, she was going to win it; she was going to fly.
The last thought came unbidden, a lingering sentiment of the wyrm’s fierce love of the sky, but Tritchet embraced it anyway, welcoming the familiar, liquid-fire thrill that pooled deep in the muscles of her legs as she gave the dragon its head. Beside her, she could just make out the feeling of its twin writhing up from beneath the iron grip that Estinien always kept on it, a ravaged, smothered spark of wanting that still occasionally managed to send up puffs of signal smoke. He took a position beside her, all but on fire to her dragon’s eyes.
“Very well,” he said, with offensive calm. “We make for the highest fruit of this tree; the first to claim it, claims victory. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” said Tritchet, falling into stance beside him. The thrum of anticipation was a roar in her ears now, deafening, drowning the dull hum of the forest into silence by comparison — so much that she nearly missed it when Estinien spoke again, in quiet aside under his breath.
“Then I bid you good luck, Azure Dragoon the Secondary.”
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Twenty minutes later, Tritchet marched out of the woodline clutching a ripe, sun-swollen caelumfruit the size of both of her clenched fists, looking immensely pleased with herself.
“It was easy,” she told Alphinaud when she handed it to him. “Estinien was right, in the end; caelumtrees are nothing to a dragoon’s jump. Given enough time, any one of us could do it.”
She passed a grin over one shoulder, back to where the man who was 'any one of us' had escaped into the protective shadow of the mountainside, and expected to be glared into an early grave.
She wasn’t.
Instead, she found herself glancing up past the liquid black of Estinien’s helm, unreadable as stone, and swearing to the Twelve and back that she saw him smile.
#my writing#ffxiv#ffxiv writing#heavensward spoilers#not really but like...for this quest I guess#tritchet pock#oc crap#truly have I ever written something this self indulgent? no#i'm trying not to care but! i'm anxious!#anyway i like the spiky bastard man a lot#thank you again to gabby#my partner in crime#who on the day that I confessed that I thought tritchet was getting soft on estinien#realized that we were about to do the aetherochemical research facility#and did not say SHIT except to cackle when the last cut scene rolled and say HAVE FUN before logging off the discord call#that was what spawned this entire quartet of scenes that I'm writing cause I was FURIOUS LMAO#anyway if you choose to read then THANK YOU ILU and i'm sorry lmao
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