Slept a lot, 10 hours. Hoping to sleep at least 9 now. Have a scalp treatment on which is preventing me from scratching myself at least. I need to stop hurting my scalp. What's crazy is it isn't even intentional.
This dress is not perfect (clipping!) but it's decent enough to share, it will NOT make a good dancing outfit tho. I included recolors repositoried to these, plus four new ones, cuz I decided it looks better with long sleeves.
Tight Dress Midi Slit for AF
Download (SFS)
Updated 21.05.2024 - fixed repo recolor number 10
Polycount: 4763 /sandals made by me, 1298 poly (excluding the feet)/. Has all morphs. Note: Clipping occurs.
⚠️My recolor files for Basegame LongDressTwo are required by the sleeveles recolors. Get those HERE: Download (SFS)
Enjoy!
Swatch and more pics under the cut:
There's also a burgundy lace recolor /I somehow didn't do a screenshot of it/ so it's a total of 10 repositoried files. I've skipped 4 colors I liked the least.
Strappy back is a recreation of the back on original DressLongTwo texture. PSD file with layers is included. FYI this texture is compatible with DressLongTwo BUT normal map included with the mesh is not - there's a seam across the middle of it and it should be removed.
Będę testowała 2beSlim, mam nadzieję że poprawią mi metabolizm, chociaż i tak mam dość szybki, ale chcę chudnąć jeszcze szybciej, bo jak już niektórym osóbką mówiłam, chce schudnąć do 27.05 przynajmniej 5kg. Szczerze nie wiem czy to możliwe, ale 27 ma mi przyjść paczka i póki nie schudne tych 5 kg to jej nie otwieram!!! A jak odbierałam paczkę z Rossmana to pani była tak kochana i dorzuciła mi krówki, niestety będę musiała je oddać komuś...
this fic is growing so fast it warrants its own masterpost now
Fandom: Motley Crue, Guns n’ Roses (secondary), Kiss (secondary), the list may be updated
Summary:
The Feelgood Asylum, home to the sickest and the maddest, welcomes a new resident. That’s Tommy Lee, once a heir to a noble family, and now disowned and sent away for seeing what no one else sees and laughing when no one else laughs. At first horrified by the living conditions and the labor that patients have to perform, he then quickly finds new friends… and enemies.
Nikki Sixx, Frank Feranna for others, constantly loses battles with his own demons. And it’s not helping that the worst patient in the asylum, sex-addicted maniac Vince Wharton is sparing him too much - and at the same time not nearly enough - of his attention. And the new patient disturbs their already turbulent relationship even more.
And Mick Mars, who keeps quiet during the day and screams at night, never wanted any of this.
Warnings: mental illness (duh) and everything that it entails, self-harm, sexual assault, unethical medical treatment, period-accurate homophobia. The list may be updated
This fic was inspired by this post by amazing @smokeandmirrorz
He doesn’t mind waiting in line at the check-out in the grocery store, he doesn’t mind sitting on Pandora’s bed as she tries on twenty different outfits before they finally get to go out, he doesn’t mind listening to Sirius as he goes on his fifth, cheesy rant about Remus Lupin.
Regulus takes great pride in being able to stay calm and collected. However, when it comes to James Fleamont Potter, it’s like all of those respectable qualities dissapear like snow before the sun.
“Almost done?” Regulus nudges James’ thigh with his foot. The other man hums, eyes never leaving the tv screen, his thumbs going crazy on the controller he’s holding. Regulus has been watching him play this stupid videogame for what feels like eternity. “Almost done, babe...” James mumbles. “If I finish this level, I’ll move up the ranks.”
Regulus forces a smile when James directs him a quick, toothy grin. It’s not that he doesn’t want him to win. He thinks it’s great his boyfriend has a hobby. At least as long as it doesn’t take away too much of his attention. He waits two more minutes before he decides that enough is enough.
James’ eyes widen comically when Regulus gets off the sofa and sinks to his knees right in between his legs. “What are you doing?” He asks as he struggles to keep his eyes on the screen. Regulus smiles as he unzips his pants for him. “Helping you finish.”