#pineapple forest

[felidae-finds]

There's no use re-blogging these one by one

Here's @pforestsims tag for clothing mesh default replacements. Everything I wanted and then some. these are just so on point. bravo!

For fuck sake tumblr is killing this link. Just CLICK HERE.

There's also another tag for ts2 defaults, and so much more. Thanks a lot Pineapple Forest!

[6txndrunks]

Modern Art.

[sonyashnik]

Hey, I drew my toppins, I missed them

[felidae-finds]

ohhh niceeee.

Hi fellow simmers! As you can see, this blog has been mostly inactive. I don’t really have access to a windows machine anymore, so the wips are rotting away in a folder. Since spooky season has always been special in this community, I dug through the files to find something presentable, and I’m happy to say I’ll be sharing a little simblreen treat!

So, watch out, this weekend…

SIMS WILL BE WATCHING YOU!

[tlmtwelve]

@pinahallowsevecloneparty Prompt: Waking up in a dark forest and remembering nothing

(I think it turned out well considering I don't do backgrounds that often. His camouflage made more sense when there was green grass, but I really liked the muted colors)

[saintbleeding]

it must be acknowledged that i look fresh 2 death today

[harmoniic]

[derelictheretic]

I do and u will look at them

he is so cool and gave me such good advice 😭

wait actually that would be a really fun in the tags game: do you have any books that are signed / inscribed by the author?

my copy of the slow regard of silent things was inscribed by pat rothfuss, ocean vuong and ross gay have signed my collections of their poetry, and i have a few books by friends and teachers with very sweet inscriptions

[towersofviolet]

save me non-alcoholic rattler save me

[crudlynaturephotos]

[were--ralph]

If you're poly then all of them are werewolves

[felidae-finds]

💜

Here's my edit of the decorative cornice and base molding from Apartment Life EP. Also included OBJ unlockers for diagonal pieces.

Bohemian Moldings revised - Mesh/ Txtr Default Replacement

& diagonal bits - lost & found*

Download: MEGA | SFS

There are a few default variants to choose from. Unlocked items are available as separate files.

*Note: unlocked diagonal objects cannot be sampled with 'eyedropper' tool (if you do that, the non-diagonal version shows up) but other than that, seem to work fine and have working LOD90 versions = visible in hood view.

*This is for The Sims 2

More under the cut:

Diagonal pieces require MoveObjects On cheat, and when placing above ground you have to create an extra tile for support, then remove it, so I'm pretty sure that's why Eaxis decided to hide both.

According to the catalogue description "the Molded Cornice is meant to add a beautiful transition from wall to roof". Original cornice bits are adjusted to ceiling level - but do work as wall /floor edge hiders when shifted up.

I use these outside on the roofs most often - so I've tweaked cornice meshes to be higher, slightly above floor level (this replacement is optional). While at it, I've also tweaked the base molding aka molded belt shape to match the cornice. Unfortunately, GMDC replacements for diagonal bits don't work for some reason, so smooth version of the Diagonal Molded Belt is included as add-on. Please note it's not visible in hood view (pic below on the right).

Diagonal cornice was moved up by editing CRES coordinates.

So if you care about smooth base moldings but also want all elements to be visible in hood view, you could remove smooth diagonal belt add-on and pick OBJ unlocker (original mesh) instead.

[infinitdarkmaker]

Sights of Nature🍂

[logansimmingwolverine]

Maxis Match Buffet Platters and "Grand Rotunda" Banquet Table

If you don't care for the text exposure of how this set came to be, you can just go straight for the Neocities download page (Check it out, it has a gallery now too!!):

Download

and now, for the context

Early this week Lord Crumps released a 4t2 conversion of the Luxury Party stuff pack, that included this nifty custom functional serving platter, courtesy of Lamare.

However, since a lot of straightforward sims 4 conversions don't match the visual style of my game much, I decided to clone the serving tray and use Pineapple Forest's Restaurant Cloche default mesh and textures to replace it with, but then, the project escalated (Not as much as other projects), and I decided to also include a Banquet Table that matched The Rotunda Table from Celebrations, and instead of sticking of one size of party platter, how about two, and make it recolorable and repositoried while I'm at it!

So This is what you get, 3 Objects and 1 recolor

Again, special thanks to @lordcrumps @lamare-sims for the original objects, and @pforestsims for the mesh and textures of the cloche.

PS: I do recommend the mod edit that comes with the party pack to make the sims make more use of the buffet platters.

[papayainsectorone]

Can you please write kimi antonelli fluff🙏

summary: It’s supposed to be their first real date, but nothing goes to plan—except how he looks at you like you hung the stars.

content: Pure fluff, soft awkward romance, first-date sweetness, hand-holding, cuddling, Kimi being a nervous wreck but trying really hard

word count: 5,5k

pairing: kimi antonelli x fem!reader

a thought: thank you for the request anon! i hope this is fluffy enough hehe also thank god i was prepared for this one

You hear the knock before you’re even done fixing your sweater—two quick taps and one long. Familiar. Practiced. When you open the door, Kimi’s there, holding out a single daisy like it’s the most important gift in the world.

“It’s kind of wrinkled,” he says quickly, “I didn’t mean for it to get squished. I was holding it the whole way over. I didn’t want to put it in my pocket. It felt like… like it’d get lonely in there.”

He’s rambling. Adorably.

You take it gently, brushing his fingers by accident—he freezes like you’ve short-circuited him, then blinks fast and laughs under his breath, clearly trying not to combust.

“You look really…” He gestures vaguely, his voice softening. “Like someone who’s about to be complimented really badly, so maybe I’ll just stop.”

You try to respond coolly, but your cheeks give you away.

He’s clearly dressed up—new shoes, slightly-too-crisp shirt, hair that smells faintly like something expensive and piney, gelled just enough to look natural. It’s obvious he tried. For you. Like he wanted every tiny part of tonight to say, this matters.

The reservation’s gone when you get there.

He panics.

“I triple confirmed it,” he mumbles, shoulders tensing. “I set a reminder and everything. I even printed a backup email, who prints emails anymore—”

You slip your hand around his elbow. “Hey. It’s okay. Honestly, I’d rather just… wander with you.”

He blinks. “Really?”

You nod. “Really really.”

You end up back at your apartment, shedding shoes and expectations at the door. He hesitates on the threshold like he’s entering a holy space, eyes wide, hands politely still at his sides like he doesn’t want to touch anything unless he’s invited.

“You can sit,” you say, gently amused. “It’s not, like, a museum.”

He laughs nervously and perches on the edge of the couch, hands folded like he’s a kid in a waiting room. You sit beside him, and only then does he breathe out properly, like your presence is the real invitation.

“I’m gonna order pizza,” you say, reaching for your phone. “Any topping requests?”

“Whatever you like,” he says instantly. Then, after a beat: “Wait. No. Not pineapple. Unless you like pineapple. In which case, I can learn to like pineapple.”

You nudge his knee with yours. “No pineapple. You’re safe.”

You order something easy, something warm and cheesy and guaranteed to arrive in thirty minutes or less. By the time the pizza gets there, he’s taken off his shoes and curled one leg under himself like he’s slowly allowing himself to be comfortable here—with you.

The box lands on the coffee table with a satisfying thump. You bring over sodas and napkins and sit back beside him, legs brushing as you both lean in for a slice at the same time, almost knocking heads.

“Sorry—!” he laughs, backing up. “I swear I wasn’t going for a romantic pizza Lady-and-the-Tramp moment.”

“…Wasn’t?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He blinks. Then grins. “Okay. Maybe I was a little bit hoping for it.”

You bump shoulders and settle in, the pizza hot in your hands and the air filled with that easy silence only shared between people who really like each other. On the TV, a nature documentary plays quietly in the background, all soft narration and slow pans of forest animals. You’re both barely watching.

Eventually, you lean into him—just a little. His arm shifts, then lifts, tentative but hopeful.

You glance up at him.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, already halfway into wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You nod, heart fluttering. “It’s better than okay.”

So he pulls you close. And you lean into his chest, warm and secure and smelling like pine and pizza and Kimi. His fingers play absently with the edge of your sleeve, brushing back and forth in the tiniest motion like he has to be touching you, even if it’s barely anything.

“I like this better,” he says eventually, voice quiet against your hair.

“Better than the reservation?”

“Better than everything,” he murmurs.

Your hand finds his where it rests on your shoulder. He squeezes, just once.

The night melts away in soft conversation, shared warmth, and the occasional slice of cold pizza you both pretend is still good. By the time you’re lying together on the couch, barely keeping your eyes open, he’s whispering something you can barely hear:

“Do you think... we could do this again?”

You smile, drowsy and safe.

You don’t know when the TV got turned off or how long it’s been since the last slice was touched. The apartment has gone quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

You’re tucked into his side, his arm around you like it belongs there—and maybe it does.

Kimi’s head has tilted a little, resting gently against yours, his lashes fluttering now and then like he’s fighting sleep but losing, slowly. His body is warm under yours, chest rising and falling in a way that makes you feel like the world might actually be a soft place, just for tonight.

Your fingers drift upward before you think too hard about it, brushing gently into his hair—soft and a little messy now, no longer gelled into place, just warm strands that slip through your hand like silk.

He makes a small sound, not quite a word. A hum. His eyes flutter open, just for a second, then close again, this time with a deeper breath like he’s letting go completely.

“You’re gonna make me fall asleep right here,” he mumbles.

“You already are.”

He smiles, just barely, the kind of smile that only shows when someone feels completely safe. “Keep doing that. It feels nice.”

You keep running your fingers through his hair, slow and easy, scratching lightly at his scalp, letting your nails drag in lazy circles near the nape of his neck. He melts under it, breath hitching a little when you hit a good spot.

“Okay,” he whispers, not even trying to hide how much he likes it. “Okay, you’re dangerous.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “Dangerous?”

“Yeah. You’ve got… sleepy spell powers or something.”

He shifts just slightly, enough to nuzzle into your shoulder like it’s the only place he ever wants to be. One of his hands finds yours, linking your fingers loosely, like even in half-sleep he wants to make sure you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t say anything else—not because there’s nothing to say, but because this moment already says it all. The quiet warmth of shared closeness. The gentle weight of his head against you. The hush of a night ending with someone choosing to stay—not because they have to, but because there’s nowhere else they’d rather be.

You keep playing with his hair until his breathing evens out completely.

And even then, you don’t stop.

[mtcloudsworld]

choso.k

photo by: einruji (twt/instagram)

warning: +18 ` mdni ` black!fem!reader ` bf!choso ` baby, doll, dolly ` cowgirl ` edited but if you see any errors pls ignore, ty. Enjoy!! :) choso kamo masterlist | here

He sat at the end of your bed with ease. Dressed in a white button up, loose black slacks with his black blazer wide open. His tie was loose around his neck. A button or two undone to see his inked skin, two buns and a few short strands fell into place. He had a couple of rings on both hands with his nails painted black for the occasion, a dinner date for two to be exact.

He was waiting patiently for you to get done dolling up for the night.

He observed you from head to toe. Forest green hoodie with the word "chicago" in bold white lettering, a black tennis skirt reached mid thigh and white socks just below your calves.

Your lemonade braids were pulled back into a low pony with your edges swept. Diamond studs and a singular diamond necklance. Mascara, black eyeliner and dark chocolate gloss. You sprayed on a bit of coconut and pineapple scented perfume, examined yourself in the body mirror one last time before turning to Choso.

He was sat oh-so-very nonchalantly, while he bobbed his head to the music. Eyes trained on your physique, they gradually glower up when he notices you smirking and waving the black eyeliner in your hand.

Cotton sheets beneath his fingerprints, he nonchalantly leaned back on his veiny ring clad, hands. Man spreading, with his feet planted firmly on the wooden floor, they tapped away at the beat of the song playing through the flat screen tv. It was light but not distracting. Soothing but not overwhelming.

As you approached him, he was caught off by your bold choice of action. Bottom lip caught between his teeth. He felt the space in his lower region grow tight. Aroused, excited and anxiously waiting, he sat there painfully hard. When you proceeded to straddle him, you felt him freeze in place.

He was tense at the weight of you. Not that you were heavy or anything like that, but...the pressure you applied was not helping his case. Rocking back and forth to readjust your hips, he was sure you could feel him, but you reacted as if nothing was there. "Let's do the right one first. Look up for me." You instructed gently, reaching for his face and starting to outline his eye.

Throughout this entire process, he sat still. Still as a rock, internally freaking out while you moved against him. His fingers started to curl in fists as he tried to restrain himself from rocking up against you.

Loving how your warmth veiled around the pronounced area. Creating just enough friction to make his jaw tighten and his adams apple bob.

When you officially finished the black liner around his eyes and pulled away, you let out a soft chuckle. "Tch, you good?" You asked, getting a good view of the light blush across his cheeks. His eyes fluttering a little, rolling them before looking at you with fake confusion.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

You smirked, not saying anything.

He watches you place the cap onto the liner before placing it back in your make up bag, turning to him you fix a few strands before looking into his eyes.

"Because... you're hard as a rock." You snickered.

"Wow, didn't know you could tell." He states sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Oh I can tell alright." You amused teasingly.

The bed suddenly squeaks from your sudden rocking back and forth.

A hiss is emitted when you grind on his erection. Immediately his hands grab at your hips and stop you completely.

He frowns. "Really?"

"What?" Feign innocence and a shrug, "I'm just saying baby you're not that hard to notice." You state confidently zipping up the bag and tossing it perfectly onto the dresser.

You turn to him, your arms dangle at his shoulders when you lean forward to bump your nose against his. He scoffs, turning away.

Choso feels you kiss the side of his face delicately, leaving traces of your gloss onto his skin. You giggled at his childish behavior when you heard him start to grumble underneath his breath. Giving you his undivided attention again, only this time he had a pout of his own.

Your eyes are hooded, admiring how your lips gently pressed to his with no hesitation. You kissed deliberately slowly with needy intent, his head tilts a little as he presses his lips further into yours, applying just enough pressure to kiss you deeper.

With every parted moment you could hear him exhale, inhaling that taste of you along his tongue. He could feel your nails scraping gently across his neck, careful not to ruin his hair. You suddenly felt a shiver when his large hand slid up your skirt to grope at your thick, chocolate thigh, his thumb started to caress at your flesh gently. Effortlessly encouraging your arousal to soak your panties, gingerly you could feel the thin material start to stick against your pussy lips as you started to wind your hips.

Internally you were starting to grow antsy, breaking the kiss to let your lips travel towards his jaw. He whines your name at the feeling of your teeth grazing and nibbling at his skin. As you leave love bites at his neck, you mumble, "Want me to make you feel better? We still got time to kill." You reassure, voice hush but still audible.

Choso nearly whimpers, feeling his long digits apply pressure to your pillowy fleshy, to the point they turn white. Choso guides for you to steadily rock against him. His breathing grows heavy, your gazes lock, he gulps down his hesitation, pleas for you with a lustful glare. "Please."

Sticky, wet, sounds filled the four white walls as you ride him. Inch by inch, his dick slid inside your creamy, leaking hole. To the point he could feel your cervix press at his tip. While one arm was wrapped around your waist holding you tightly against him and the other held himself up, he continued to pound into you with persistence.

Addicted to your warmth and walls puckering around him. "Fucking shit just look at you, doll. All small and pathetic, God your fucking shaking baby." He chuckles hauntingly. "I might actually like you in this state, just begging me to fuck you so well. Mm, I can feel you clenching around me baby, you like that don't you? Huh?" He kisses at your cheek, towards your jaw and neck, till he reaches your shoulder blade where he plants his nose and inhales your scent. You wail into his shoulder when his pace starts to grow fast and his thrust feels more rough. Your fingers curl around his blazer for dear life. Lips gaping and eyes clenching. Your sounds grew careless as you whimpered and moan into his shoulder as loudly as you could.

At some point you felt yourself grow tense, breathe shakey and voice cracking. You start to fuck him back when you tell him you're close.

Laying on his back now, his hands held you by the hips with the skirt hunched up. Excited eyes observe his dick fucking into you ten times quicker. To hear you holler and scream his name in shock, your hands gripped at his forearms for leverage.

Becoming a whimpering moaning mess, your mouth parted trying to catch your breath. Your walls start to tighten, squealing like an injured dog as your nails are embedded into his skin, cursing loudly "Shit, baby there...yes, right there!" You cry, toes curling and head lulled back. Shared intense sounds of an oncoming orgasm is heard from down the hall.

"Fuckfuckfuck, fucking...shit!" He grunts, head pressing back into the mattress, his eyes clenched when feels his seeds erupt in your cervix.

There was a moment of stillness between you

Overwhelmed by the intense climax you both shared. You took a deep breathe in to then exhale at the impact of your body falling on top of him.

"Fucking hell, doll." He groans, brushing his hands past your skirt. Warm calloused hands groping at your ass, he chuckles when he feels you start to move again. "Tch, just can't get enough can you dolly?" His gaze snaps down to your mischievous eyes glaring into his.

"No, never." A devilish smirk curls onto your lips.

You moan as your hips bounce back on his pulsating dick, loving the sticky, squelching effect at your center, allowing your shared juices to gush from out your entrance and trace and travel down the length of his dick.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇��𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

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