#custom chaise

[tilhe]

Etude Humanities

[nightvaleofcolor]

Inspiration for a small, enclosed transitional living room library remodel with orange walls, no fireplace, and no television.

100 Porcentotitular

[vintagehomecollection]

In an Irish House, 1988

[shkatzchen]

Give your historical sims some elegant furnishings with Cashcraft's Vanity Fair set!

All of these items were originally created by the amazing Cashcraft over at The Sims Resource. @hauntedpuppychild requested I convert this set (and another, coming soon) from The Sims 3 to The Sims 4 and I obliged. It was a challenge at times, but I learned some new things doing it (transferring weights, for one).

Base Game Compatible. All colored items come in four colors; blue, red, purple, and green.

WARNING: THESE ARE ALL HIGH POLY ITEMS!

Although I converted both the "high" and "low" LODs, even the low LODs are high. The highest is the bed at over 5k and all of them are over 1.5k in the high LODs. I turned the "loveseat/bench" into an ottoman to reduce the poly count, but it's still high.

Download from SimFileShare at the links below.

Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Bed Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Chaise Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Nightstand Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Ottoman Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Pictures Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Royal Curtains 1 Cashcraft's Vanity Fair Royal Curtains 2

Made with S4S.

[zeehasablog]

Cutie Victorian Loveseat - recolour

Another pretty piece of furniture I hoped to fit my moody/dark interiors a little better!

A chaise longue by AggressiveKitty, which I have recoloured, and share with you all today!!!

We have five different upholstery colours, with three different wood colours - one of which has some gold highlighting~ 15 swatches in total!

Please download the original file here, so that my recolour works for you!

Download for free, now from my Patreon!

Bon jeu!  

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[nynaevedesign]

Kaya Living Room - Part 1

Welcome to this modern living space where the L-shaped sofa invites your sims to unwind in style, complemented by a marble coffee table, perfect for resting a favorite read or a steaming cup of coffee. Wood bookcases display your sims' treasures, illuminated by a chic floor lamp, while an abstract sculpture adds a touch of artistic flair and personality.

Set includes: Modular Sofa V1 | Modular Sofa V2 | Modular Loveseat V1 | Modular Loveseat V2 | Chaise V1 | Chaise V2 | Ottoman | Coffee Table | Bookcase | Bookcase L | Bookcase R | Shelves | Floor Lamp | Sculpture Download: ModCollective.gg

[noahhateseverything]

Large, elegant interior photo of a living room with a tile fireplace, yellow walls, a traditional fireplace, and a brown floor and coffered ceiling.

Furious Fourth

[visioluxus]

Living room - huge contemporary open concept living room idea with a bar

Eastside Community Action Center

[valeisaslut]

Ellie Calvin ad buuuutttt hear me out…Reader lingerie ad, or like maybe another Calvin ad but with her pleaseibegu

FINAL POST OF THE NIGHT NONNIES PLEASE STOP I HAVE CLASS TMR AND THESE REQS ARE SO MF GOOD😭😭

BUT, IMAGINE THIS:

your victoria’s secret ad drops at 9am sharp on a tuesday and no one survives. you’re in red lace lingerie—custom made, obviously—thigh-high stockings, garter straps, heels tall enough to make god weep. there’s a velvet chaise lounge. a single red rose. lipgloss so shiny the cameraman slips trying to zoom in. you give the camera one look and say, “tell me what i deserve… or show me.”

it ends with a shot where you roll over onto your stomach and it fades into black. there’s a voiceover of you laughing. somewhere in the background, violins are playing but it’s also kinda sexy trap music.

the entire internet short circuits. victoria’s secret stocks sell out. teens are skipping school. grown adults are fighting in the comments. entire religious groups issue statements.

and ellie?? ellie completely loses her goddamn mind.

she comments from her verified, 170M followers account:

“i’m gonna bite those garter straps off with my teeth and then thank god for letting me be alive at the same time as you.”

“if you don’t wear this home i’m breaking into the warehouse and biting every single mannequin until they call the cops.”

“this ad made me crash my car, black out, and astral project directly into hell. saw satan. he said ‘i get it.’”

“that chaise lounge? i’m gonna stain it with sin. with DEVASTATION. with activities not approved by the federal government.”

“if i don’t see you in this by tonight i’m gonna walk into the ocean. with bricks in my pockets. and a girl boner.”

“gonna leave handprints on your ass so hard victoria herself comes back from the dead to rebrand the whole company.”

“you just single-handedly ended my PR training. my dignity. and my will to act normal in public.”

her finsta posts a blurry pic of the ad playing on her tour bus TV with the caption “i am not okay. she should be arrested. or married. to me. idk. i’m spiraling.”

you post a BTS pic and she comments:

“i just threw my phone across the room. it bounced. still horny.”

and the public?? completely unhinged. stan twitter changes your name to “THE Victoria’s Secret.”

a fan account makes a full edit of you and ellie using only footage from this ad and ellie’s calvin klein one with the caption “hottest couple on human HISTORY.” it gets 8M likes in an hour. the comments are completely horny and unhinged. to say the least.

your PR team tries to play it cool but rachel is foaming at the mouth backstage like, “you CANNOT comment back saying you’re gonna bite her hipbone like a peach. this is PUBLIC.”

but you do.

and ellie reposts it to stories with: “biting scheduled. 7:30pm. i'll prep the strap.”

[maddisondean]

Formal - Living Room Example of a mid-sized classic formal and enclosed light wood floor, coffered ceiling and wallpaper living room design with yellow walls, a standard fireplace, a tile fireplace and no tv

[erickavila]

Formal - Living Room Example of a mid-sized classic formal and enclosed light wood floor, coffered ceiling and wallpaper living room design with yellow walls, a standard fireplace, a tile fireplace and no tv

[sunshinesfreckless]

His Spoiled Muse

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Pairing: Idol!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hyunjin is madly in love with his muse—hopelessly, endlessly, and indulgently so.

Warnings: Goodness… where do we begin? Everyone’s naked, Hyunjin is a very passionate pussy eater, and he has a habit of sketching his girl in the nude. Just don’t interact if you’re a minor.

୨ৎ Felix ୨ৎ Bangchan ୨ৎ Seungmin ୨ৎ Jeongin ୨ৎ Leeknow ୨ৎ Han ୨ৎ Changbin

───୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ───

It started with a brushstroke—long, deliberate, trailing down the curve of her naked back like a whisper. His hands didn’t touch her, not yet. But his eyes did. And his gaze alone was enough to make her ache.

Hyunjin painted like he was in love. And he was.

She was his muse. His obsession. The reason the paint didn’t dry on his palette and his soul never stopped starving. He didn’t just look at her—he devoured her with his eyes, studied every freckle, every curve, every line etched by God and kissed by the sun. And when he painted her like this—bare, perched on his antique chaise in nothing but gold jewelry and goosebumps—she felt like a goddess in the flesh.

“My masterpiece,” he murmured, voice reverent.

She shivered.

It wasn’t just the chill in the studio air. It was the way he worshiped her.

Hyunjin didn’t just spoil her—he drenched her in devotion. Custom Versace silks made for her body only. Weekly deliveries of rare orchids flown in from Thailand because she said she liked the way they smelled. Diamonds for no reason. Private suites in Paris. He wore gold rings on every finger and wrapped her in his name like another piece of couture.

“Why?” she asked once, her hand resting on his jaw as he knelt between her legs, robes pooling at his elbows like some decadent royal.

His lips brushed the inside of her thigh.

“Because I need the world to know you belong to me.”

And she did.

But he belonged to her too. Even when he was on his knees, licking slow prayers into her skin like a sinner desperate for grace.

──୨ৎ──

The chandelier swayed faintly above them, but it was the mirror on the ceiling that stole her breath.

She lay there, skin kissed by silk sheets, body glistening with the golden gleam of Cartier—thin chains resting against her collarbone, bracelets at her wrists, diamonds catching the candlelight like tiny stars scattered across her body.

But her eyes weren’t on the jewels.

They were on him.

Hyunjin was between her thighs, shoulders flexing with every movement of his tongue, golden skin flushed and glistening with sweat, his hair falling into his face in soft, black waves. His back—broad, sculpted, divine—was a landscape of devotion, muscles tightening with every desperate pull of his mouth.

She could see it all in the mirror.

The way her legs trembled around him. The way his hands gripped her hips like she was sacred. The way he worshipped her—not just with his tongue, but with every inch of him.

He wasn’t in a rush. He never was.

Hyunjin ate her out like a man who’d been starved, like the only way he’d survive was with his mouth buried in her, like her pleasure was his daily prayer. His tongue moved in slow, reverent circles, teasing her open, coaxing her into a fevered mess, and then dipping deep until her whole body arched off the bed.

Her breath hitched as she watched his mouth glisten, watched his fingers curl against her thighs to hold her steady.

And in the mirror, she saw it all.

Saw the flush blooming across her chest.

Saw the gold around her throat catch the light every time she moaned.

Saw the way he looked up at her, eyes dark and starving, like he’d gladly live down there forever if she let him.

“Baby—” she gasped, her hand tangling in his hair, voice breaking as her thighs clamped tighter.

He didn’t answer.

He just groaned—low, hungry—and pulled her closer, burying his face even deeper like her pleasure was holy, like her taste was the only thing that had ever mattered.

In the mirror, she saw her head fall back, lips parted, diamonds glittering at her neck like a crown.

And when she finally shattered—loud, desperate, breathless—Hyunjin held her through every wave of it, licking her clean, kissing her thighs like benedictions.

When he finally rose from between her legs, lips wet and chin shining, he hovered over her, kissed her deeply, let her taste herself on his tongue.

“You should always see what I see,” he whispered, brushing her hair off her cheek with a touch as gentle as silk. “You’re art. You always have been.”

She touched the Cartier around her neck, touched his face.

“You’re mine,” she breathed.

And he smiled.

“Always.”

──୨ৎ──

But the next day….. a pout.

A soft, quiet one, but Hyunjin knew it too well.

She sat on the edge of their velvet chaise, long legs crossed, her gown draped around her like a rose petal. Her makeup was perfect. Her hair was curled just right. But her eyes were stormy.

“There’s nothing that fits,” she murmured, gesturing helplessly at the small sea of shoes surrounding her. Heels in satin, crystal, and leather—all wrong.

“And no bag,” she added, a depressed tone now. “Not one that matches the tone of the dress. Not one that feels right.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, amused.

“But baby, you look—”

“No,” she cut in, standing up with a frustrated huff, silk brushing the floor.

He bit his lip to hide a smile. There it was—that fire, that exquisite taste, that refusal to blend in.

And god, he adored it.

──୨ৎ──

The next day, she woke up to chaos.

Or rather, elegance in chaos form.

The Apartment was flooded with soft Italian murmurs and velvet boxes. A sharply dressed man with silver hair bowed as he gestured to the collection he’d brought. Versace bags in every style and shade imaginable, from sleek patent leather clutches to opulent baroque-printed totes, each more divine than the last.

Heels too. Dozens of them.

Gold, white, champagne. With embroidery, pearls, snakeskin. Slingbacks. Stilettos. And somewhere in the middle—exactly the one she had pictured in her head the day before.

On top of it all: a sprawling bouquet of long-stemmed roses, gardenias, and peonies in the softest blush and ivory.

There was no note.

Just Hyunjin at the top of the stairs in a robe, leaning on the railing like a bored prince.

“Told you I’d fix it,” he said, smiling lazily. “Now go find your fairytale shoe, Cinderella.”

She stared, speechless. Then walked over to him in bare feet, her voice soft.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her forehead. “But you deserve to have the world shaped around you.”

──୨ৎ──

There was always a new gift waiting.

Some days, it was a sketch—him, on his floor at 3 a.m., too drunk on love to sleep, his pencil frantic to capture the curve of her shoulder, the slope of her spine. Other days, it was velvet boxes lined with Cartier and Bulgari, gold and diamonds and sapphires that matched the gleam in her eyes when he pulled her onto his lap and fastened the chains around her neck himself.

But it wasn’t just the things.

It was how he adored her. Like she was the center of his universe. Like all the beauty he created with his hands would still never compare to the shape of her sleeping in his bed.

And she was spoiled, yes.

But she was also his.

She’d said she didn’t need it. Just a casual comment at breakfast, something about how the perfume was nice but impossible to find.

So, of course, it showed up the next day. Three bottles, sealed in crystal, packaged in a lacquered case with her initials engraved in gold.

“You didn’t,” she whispered.

Hyunjin smiled, reclined on the chaise with his sketchbook in hand, his Versace robe falling open like some decadent afterthought. “You liked it.”

“I mentioned it once.”

“And I remembered.”

Her heart thudded in her chest. She crossed the room, perched on his lap, burying her fingers in his soft hair. “You’re insane.”

He made her feel like the world had been created just for her to live in it. And him? He existed just to love her.

But it wasn’t one-sided.

She loved him, too.

Not for the diamonds. Not for the paintings. Not for the palace he built for her out of velvet and devotion.

She loved him when he fell asleep in the apartment, paint on his cheek and her name written over and over again in the margins of his sketchbook. She loved him when he got quiet after a long day, curling into her side like a boy who just needed to be held. She loved the soft in him as much as the sin.

She loved him for all the ways he gave himself to her—and for all the ways he let her love him back.

And that’s why she let him spoil her.

Because he was hers.

And she was everything to him.

His Muse.

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@sapphirewaves @bemyaehiweloveskz @velvetmoonlght

[celayasmash]

Poolhouse - Poolhouse A large, modern pool house with stones in a custom shape is an example.

[cassiearmy]

Roof Extensions Deck Inspiration for a large craftsman backyard deck remodel with a roof extension

[eztul]

Wood Bedroom

Inspiration for a large rustic master medium tone wood floor, brown floor, vaulted ceiling and wood wall bedroom remodel with gray walls, a standard fireplace and a metal fireplace

[dustbowlugly]

Wood Bedroom

Inspiration for a large rustic master medium tone wood floor, brown floor, vaulted ceiling and wood wall bedroom remodel with gray walls, a standard fireplace and a metal fireplace