#robust styling

[kirantech]

Accessing Component Policies in AEM through the Component Sling Model

Problem Statement: How can I utilize component policies chosen at the template level to manage the visibility of specific field content within the component’s Sling model code? Introduction: AEM has integrated component policies as a pivotal element of the editable template feature. This functionality empowers both authors and developers to provide options for configuring the comprehensive…

[sqished]

Just saw the Face of God, and she told me to tell you that no one has made an animatic or pmv or amv of Yor and Twilight set to Pretty Good Bad Idea from Waitress and that is humanity's ultimate sin

I set this task unto the Spy x Family community because I don't have access to editing software- or... skills

[fotos-art]

Red deer in the Caledonian Forest, Glen Affric, Scottish Highlands

© Terry Whittaker

Alamy

Meet the mighty red deer! With its majestic presence and robust antlers, this animal is a true wonder of nature. Photographed in the ancient woodlands of Glen Affric, one of Scotland’s most picturesque valleys, the red deer is Britain’s largest land mammal. Found in various regions of Europe, Asia and North Africa, it has historically been a central figure in cave art and medieval hunting traditions. Its imposing and noble figure symbolises the wild and free spirit of nature.

[mimeparadox]

So my desire for a game where I could dress up cute people in cute clothes finally won over me and I decided to get Fashion Dreamer, which was the most visible game of its kind on the Switch store and was also on sale. Having never played this sort of game before, I didn't have too many expectations for it, which is good, because boy, does the game trip over the most obvious traps. A clothes binary that is not, strictly speaking, a gender binary but is just as exclusionary and limiting and pointless. A woeful lack of body shape diversity. A system that reduces each outfit to a maximum elements, with accessories limited to glasses, hats and earrings--no space for things like belts or gloves or bracelets (exceptions like butterfly wings merely take the place of an existing element or can't be used independently). Like, if I wanted to replicate this character design, or some of my real-life looks, I'd be out of luck.

(I can create a reasonable facsimile of myself, at least. The one on the left.)

Fashion Dreamer is ultimately actually a game about being a stylist rather than a designer--the core gameplay element is dressing up other people, and not necessarily with your stuff.

And yet, even with all of these limits--I haven't even gotten into the quality of life issues, which are also numerous--I can't stop playing?

Ultimately, what saves the game is its online mode, which allows you to see what other players are wearing and make outfits for them, which is, frankly, the absolute best. While this mode could also be made more robust and user-friendly (making clothes for non-random people requires some doing, and there's no way of sharing pictures in-game) it still provides the game with a really solid core.

It's just really fun. Like, somebody made this look. For me.

Also, while the various random NPCs you get to style (and who sometimes just copy your look wholesale), while thin, are sometimes fun.

Plus, their preset personalities allow you to do things you might not think to do with the actual players--for example, my waifu Lola the Lawyer is probably the only character where it feels right to bust out the office looks; she also talks in stilted lawyer speak, which I find deeply appealing.

(The red shoes were my master stroke.)

So yeah, while not great, I'm really enjoying this game.

[bmpmp3]

its interesting as someone who used to be a bit closer to the very online capital A "Art Community" but is now a little more outside of it and focused on local art academia etc instead because the former always compliments me on "art style" and the latter always compliments me on the supposedly bizarre subject matter choices i make... its not bad its just interesting to see those two bubbles and how surprisingly separated they can be. unfortunately for them both, my art style is only Like This because i have a learning disability that slightly colours every line i draw and the unusual compositional choices like only drawing one eye and shit is because i was on deviantart in 2009 <3

[blessphemy]

i've historically been a diehard freestanding tent motherfucker but lately i've been lusting after a non-freestanding tent and i don't know... do i cross to the dark side...

[pirates-and-candles]

My alma mater finally updated their records (acknowledging my ass graduated 11 months ago) and now I can't access their library database. RIP to the inter-library loans I requested in January and promptly forgot about 😔

[plixgo]

Ludo Real Money Game Source Code

Ludo Real Money Game Source Code: A Robust Framework for Interactive Gaming

[christopherwilson3880]

exploring the benefits of DYU electric bikes for sale

the e-bike industry is booming, and one of the standout brands is DYU. their electric bikes for sale offer an incredible combination of style, performance, and affordability. i recently tried out a DYU model, and it was an amazing experience!

the smooth ride and powerful motor made commuting so much more enjoyable. plus, with a range of models to choose from, there's something for everyone. whether you’re looking for a compact bike for city commuting or a robust model for weekend adventures, DYU has you covered.

i highly recommend checking out their electric bikes for sale. you won't be disappointed with the quality and innovation that DYU brings to the market!

[kirantech]

Accessing Component Policies in AEM at the Component Sightly Level

Problem Statement: How can I access component policies selected at the template level to control the visibility of specific field content in the component’s Sightly code? Introduction: AEM has integrated component policies as a pivotal element of the editable template feature. This functionality empowers both authors and developers to provide options for configuring the comprehensive behavior…

[danielschneider4363]

Exploring the World of Touring E-Bikes with DYU

The e-bike industry is booming, and one brand that stands out is DYU. If you’re looking for an exceptional touring e-bike, DYU has some fantastic options that combine style, comfort, and performance. Their e-bikes are designed to make long-distance rides enjoyable and effortless.

DYU's touring e-bikes are equipped with powerful batteries that ensure you can travel further without worrying about running out of power. The sleek designs not only look great but also provide a comfortable riding experience, making them perfect for both casual rides and long adventures.

With features like adjustable seats, robust frames, and advanced technology, DYU's touring e-bikes cater to riders of all levels. Whether you’re a seasoned cyclist or just starting, you’ll find that these e-bikes enhance your journey.

So, if you’re ready to explore the world on two wheels, consider a DYU touring e-bike. It’s the perfect blend of innovation and fun, ensuring you make the most out of your cycling adventures!

[ai-innova7ions]

Simplify Art & Design with Leonardo's AI Tools!

Leonardo AI is transforming the creative industry with its cutting-edge platform that enhances workflows through advanced machine learning, natural language processing, and computer vision. Artists and designers can create high-quality images and videos using a dynamic user-friendly interface that offers full creative control.

The platform automates time-consuming tasks, inspiring new creative possibilities while allowing us to experiment with various styles and customized models for precise results. With robust tools like image generation, canvas editing, and universal upscaling, Leonardo AI becomes an essential asset for both beginners and professionals alike.

#LeonardoAI

#DigitalCreativity

#Neturbiz Enterprises - AI Innovations

[taschenlux]

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[starlit-mansion]

speaking of baffling merch, i am stumped as to why there's no fnaf movie merch

[miyaz6ki]

hear ye hear ye

imagine kinichs nightsoul burst activating... mid sex... feralkinichferalkinichfer-

its alr if it doesn't abide by ur rules and/or ur too stressed!! pls take care of urself <3

he doesn't know what triggered it- but ssshit he felt even hornier than earlier.

your cheeks flared with red, dusting your cheeks a pretty crimson as you held a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. yet your lover, kinich's hand reached almost chasing it away.

"l- let me hear y- you hhnngh-" he whispered desperately, hunger and list continued throughout his voice. it was clear he became much more.. needy than before.

his hurried thrusts into your sweet cunt had gotten him almost lovesick, waiting for your climax.

excitedly, a plethora of emotions slowly got to his head, pleasure and list dominantly taking over.

he felt almost overwhelmed, and vulnerable.. he shouldn't feel this good—shit he knows you've been together for long.. but embarassment was something he didn't wanna feel in front of you..

so embarassed of the sight of your body, and feeling his cock move on its own, into the soft folds of your entrance.

"ahhn- haah.. s'good, mmmfffuckkk.." stammering, and whimpering small apologies as if it was his fault. his hips thrust at an unsteady beat as if muscle memory kicked in.

"mmf- can i cum inside you? fffuck, p- please?" his whines spoke to you themselves—gosh he needed you like a little puppy in heat. such a different, and much more wild thinking style he couldn't think of anything else when it came to you,

but even the knot in your own stomach got tighter. damn, you were a sight, if only kinich could speak. the robust pounding that came from his cock, and into your entrance felt like a dream. all the other times you both made love were more on the vanilla side if anything.

his back laid atop yours, watching your every expression in the mirror in front as you rolled your eyes back, your head throwing back as well. your eyebrows knitting oh-so-perfectly fuck he could do this forever.

you craved this kind of kinich. one would put you in your place whenever he liked, taking you right then and there as soon as you both got into the car. but you also preferred the kinich who cared deeply about you, pulling chairs out for you at the fancy restaurants you went out to. (marry a man who can do both LOL)

whines and wails drag themselves out of your mouth—kinich hadn't even realized he had one of his hands around your waist as if to keep himself inside you. not to mention he hadn't even slowed down.

"ooh," he briefly grunts, he felt something tug onto his shaft, slowing him down effectively. "shit, y'close, baby?" he curses under his breath as he flips you over, your back no longer stuck to his chest. pinning you against the mirror.

"h—haah- y- yes, please don' stop-" you manage to whimper out with all the incoherent babbles from earlier. his emerald-amber orbs loved to take in the way your cunt sucked him in so good, or how your hips jolted, almost immediately wanting your orgasm, and he can't do anything else but help you.

putting you into a position similar to a mating press, he leans in close to land a french kiss on your lips, moaning and grunting as well.

this was gonna be a long night.

[ericscroptop]

Kitchen

✧ pairing: bf! san x mid or plus-size/clubby gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, unprotected sex (it’s inevitable atp), doggy style, creampie, size kink, body worship, cursing, praising, pet names, kissing, san is down right bad for you

✦ word count: 3.0k words

✧ synopsis: scrambled eggs? what about fertilized eggs, instead?

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Bacon sizzled as it cooked over the stove, emitting a salivating, savory-smoky aroma into the air.

You cooked it cautiously, maintaining a friendly distance away from the pan as the bacon grease was so volatile with the popping. A sour expression filled your face, fearful and anxious that the grease would splatter across you.

Whoever coined the phrase ‘women belong in the kitchen,’ is seriously wrong as hell.

An unease sat with you while you finished up, wanting to avoid burning yourself or getting attacked by the grease. You yelped as you flipped the strips, your hesitant hands using tongs to do so. Hopefully it’ll get as crispy as you liked within the next minute or so.

As if on cue, when you decide to plate your bacon and turn off the stove, San walks into the kitchen, making his presence known with a whistle and pleased hum.

“You making breakfast?” he folds his arms, idly standing a couple feet away from you like he’s observing the view you grace him with.

“I made breakfast. Come get it while it’s hot.” you took a quick glance at him, causing a flutter in your chest (and possibly even your lower region) when you see how he looks.

He decided to have an early morning workout instead of his usual nightly one, following it up with a shower. In the mean time, the motivation he had inspired you to get up and cook a nice breakfast instead of staying dozed off and drooling in bed.

The drooling might not be able to be prevented though, as you’re trying to keep your mouth from gaping at the sight of San’s Godly-being.

Although you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times— to the point where you don’t even think he’s aware that he owns clothes, it still makes you grow warm in the cheeks, mind threatening to have you replay memories with him that couldn’t possibly be shared with anyone else.

His broad shoulders stood out immensely, chest puffed out proud and muscles extra swole and prominent. The dampness of his hair post-shower further elevated his look, appearing straight out of a shampoo commercial.

San’s attractiveness overwhelmed your senses, short circuiting your focus. You had to snap yourself out of the fuzzy feelings he gave you just from a simple glance and from the sight of his toned, ripped body. Especially when that body had you caged under the covers just last night.

You quickly switched your attention back to arranging the bacon with the scrambled eggs, toast, and various berries you already platted.

“How was your work out and shower?” you cleared your throat, moving on from your gawking and dizzying thoughts.

San shuffled closer to you, leaning his lips over to press against your cheek while simultaneously sneaking a strip of bacon from one of the plates.

“Good.” he mumbles while chewing, humming and savoring the flavor of the pork before continuing on. “I hit chest today. Can you tell?” both of his arms are lifted out and upwards, flexing his biceps tightly.

He stands proudly, those damn biceps bulging out from his honey skin, proving that all of that time he spends with the gym equipment paid off.

His wide shoulders contrasted from his small waist, upper body deliciously intimidating yet comforting. His toned and muscular physique gave you a sense of tranquility knowing that he could protect you, but it also reminded you of the great stamina he possessed, especially during intimate hours.

And the fact that he had the power to manhandle you, having the backbone and robustness to handle the weight you carried. He always did it so effortlessly. Even with the excess fat you carried, he always made you feel so petite and delicate. It turned you on to the max and had you fuzzy all over at his ability to make you seem so small and like putty within his hold.

Naturally, you scoffed at him showing off. While your body screamed for him otherwise, you playfully shoved one of his flexing arms down, pushing past the mountain of a man as you ignore his efforts.

“What do you want to drink?” you asked casually, opening your refrigerator and scanning through the options.

“Chocolate milk.” he smiles through his words, tickled grin plastered over him as he watches you prepare the drink for him, grabbing the jug of milk from the fridge and getting a glass from the respective cabinet.

It’s always funny seeing you attempt at brushing off his flirting. Whether it be for not wanting to inflate his ego or merely because you didn’t know how to react out of timidness. It just charmed him even more, drawing him to get under your skin until you fully acknowledge him.

By now you’ve already started a completely new conversation, something casual that consisted of nothing too interesting. San mindlessly responded to you and offered words, but he really was only paying full attention towards your figure as you moved in the kitchen.

A flimsy pajama set clothed your body— well… at least tried to.

Despite the cutesy pattern that decorated the fabric of the sleepwear, it still managed to look sexy over your body. It was anything but innocent.

Such lightweight material was so skimpy on you. And because of your curves and body type, the clothing seemed to be extra small and barely doing anything to hide your full-figured frame.

Your bottoms consisted of shorts. Shorts that would hike up occasionally from your movements, your ass cheeks peeking out as a result.

The tank top you’re wearing also provoked him. It was one of those tops that had your mounds slipping out during your slumber and feeling a breeze once you awakened. The type of top that would end up bunched under your boobs, the material too lightweight and breasts too fleshy to stay put.

They bounced with every movement you made, as if trying to call to him. Like they’re begging to bust out the lousy, thin fabric, tantalizing him through your cleavage, hanging the way that they do and with the way you’d constantly adjust your top so they’d stay in place.

Your body moved gorgeously as you roamed the kitchen. The motion of your flesh and skin stole his attention, compelled to rake over your form while his mind drives through thoughts filled with perverted, pornographic images of things he’d like to do with you.

That sleepwear left plenty of room for imagination with how little it covered. His horny thoughts persisted even though he hummed and nodded along to words you were saying.

He was so good at multi tasking. Listening to you ramble about how cooking was not your forte with how the grease and pan came close to burning your delicate skin a handful of times.

As he cooed at you and offered you a look of pity, his hands were suddenly wrapped around your figure. His front was pressed up firmly against your backside, hugging your figure with so much greed and need.

Always so touchy, you think to yourself.

A smile stretches your lips, unable to contain the giddiness you feel when San holds you. His clingy behavior for being a grown man is amusing to watch, swelling your pride.

“Go sit down— i’ll be over there in a sec.” you giggled, trying to clean up the counter a bit before sitting down to finally enjoy your morning meal.

Your boyfriend chooses to not listen however, his chin lowered and planted into one of your shoulders, as if he’s trying to get comfortable and bury his face into your neck.

Simultaneously, his hands decide to search for warmth underneath your flowy tank, massaging the fat of your tummy. You quake from his sneaky touches, unable to fight off his hold.

“Babe!” you nagged, groaning when he playfully pinches at your love handles, almost in a possessive way.

“Why are so obsessed in doing that?” you sighed, letting his hands roam all over and paw at your belly.

You’ve grown accustomed to San playing with your excess skin and showing your body love through his sweet rubs and grabs. At first it felt embarrassing, but you eventually accepted that you were like a stress ball of some sort to him. This was not only his way of gaining comfort, but to also appreciate your ample body.

“‘Cause you’re so soft and tempting.” he breathes out before pressing his lips into the skin of your neck.

The compliment and plushy pecks spark warmth down south. Ultimately, the feeling of his soft lips caressing a sensitive spot and his strong embrace gave you no urgency or strength to fight.

“My girl is so beautiful. You know that? Hm.” he mumbles in between kisses and becomes extra playful with that mouth, fine bites felt in the midst of it all, making you airily moan at the feeling of his teeth mixed in.

“Mhm, you get me so horny, princess.” suddenly, his thumbs have found their way sneakily under your shorts and panties, playing with the waistband of them. That pulls more needy sounds out from you, along with subtle but noticeable buttings of your ass back into his crotch, turned on the more he continues with his antics.

“Sannie…” you squeaked, voice high and airy, sweetened with need for him to plunge your swelling hole.

He knows just by the way you call his name cutely and desperately that you’re begging for him to take you right here with no more delay.

It’s incredible how fast he can flip the switch in your brain, especially this early in the morning. But honestly, you were just as big of a feen for him as he was for you.

Breakfast was now the last thing on your minds right now. San directed his focus to pulling down your sleep shorts. You allow him to do so, body burning with desire as you step out of them and he flings them to the side.

The fat of your ass cheeks is exposed, the tiny thong you wear sucked in by your lady bits.

A low grown rumbles from your boyfriend when you tantalizingly throw your ass back at him, jiggling cheeks butting repeatedly at his growing bulge, far from innocent giggles leaving your mouth while you move.

Your behavior evokes him to give a good slap to your ass, making you gasp and cease your movements immediately.

“Baby wants to be fucked, hm?” he sneers, palms circling where he just smacked you soothingly, then working to remove your panties.

In a jiffy he removes that drenched thong of yours, flinging it lazily to the side with his foot once you’ve stepped out of it.

He finally pulls off his own bottoms with swift movement. Unable to resist going a second without touching you in doing so, he manages to press kisses into your lower back, savoring how your bare body stands graciously in his presence.

With his cock gripped in his dominant hand, his breath is already shaky just by going in and manhandling you to spread your legs. Once apart, he guides his cock over your sex, tickling your tensed hole by wagging his cock upwards and slapping it against you a few times.

The sensation makes you shudder, needy as ever and clenching over nothing, his cock so close to your spot but clearly not in yet. He’s teasing you back, your pussy painfully pulsing as he rubs his length against your moist folds.

“Sannie, please…” you’re desperate, gnawing on your lower lip and gripping the counter while he does a few more agonizing drags over your entire sex.

With a chuckle and hefty sigh, he listens to your begging and slots his leaking tip up your hole, him grunting and you yelping at the feeling. It never got old.

“Mhm… That’s it, princess. Shhh, take it all.” he cooed, eventually stuffing his entire length into your fluttering hole that gripped all of him ardently. He licks his lips and softly groans at that, in disbelief that no matter how many times he fucked you, you still remained as tight as the first time he was let in.

His hands attached to your hips, holding you tight as he begins to plow his manhood in and out of your hungry hole.

All you can do is try to catch your breath once he begins a steady pace. You quickly become struck and stupefied by his cock stroking your hot, gummy walls, palms sweaty as you do your best in holding onto the counter through every thrust.

Your body moves like water thanks to his insatiable efforts. The fat on your body jiggles like crazy, from your breasts, to your thighs, to your stomach. San’s grip on your hips loosens as he travels his hands to your love handles, kneading them with so much admiration, practically growling at how sexy your naked body feels.

He even ensures to make his rounds on your tummy, using a hand to hold onto your stomach pudge, keeping you closely against him while he fucks into you.

His cock caresses your walls, mingling with and lathering in your wetness that sops out your cunt during his out strokes, creating sounds that only quench his thirst for more.

One of his hands lands on your lower back, pressing gently for you to get the hint to lean forward. You comply, resting your upper body over the tabletop, ass more up in the air.

After a couple plunges into you like this, a sudden lusty, long moan spurts from you, an indicator that he’s located your sweet spot. He laughs airily knowing that he’s found your prized point.

“Fuckkkk, yes Sannie!” your throat rumbled, breath and any articulacy knocked right out of you.

The new angle allowed his cock to hit you deeper, your pussy eating up his meat and soaking every inch of it, hugging his length as he grants you divine sensations.

“So good for me.” he rasps, hitting your swollen cunt repeatedly, his fingertips sinking into the flesh of your hips as he chases for more feelings of ecstasy.

The indescribable pleasure lingers, growing gradually and never faltering. The moment is such a rush; Your back is arched like a cat, nails scratching the countertop while you’re trying to ground yourself from the feeling of your pussy getting stretched and the dizzying, addictive feeling as a result.

It’s disgustingly irresistible. His velvety, firm cock knocks your spongey spot, hitting you over and over again. Taking you in the kitchen isn’t anything new, as you two have practically christened ever inch of your home.

In the midst of being wound up like crazy, you turn your head back, mouth open as you pant heavily from getting your back blown out. San’s frenzied rams into you have slicked his skin with sweat, the exertion present on his face.

Through gritted teeth as he continues abusing your hole, you each lock eyes for a couple seconds.

Your face was wrecked with wide, heavy eyes full of lust, weak cries leaving your parted lips. He groans darkly when you look at him all disheveled and like you’re struggling to keep up, but still longing for more.

His soul feels captured and snatched by your eyes while you stare at him. You consume his entire being, craving you even though he’s already buried deep inside your pussy.

“So fucking pretty, God.” he utters breathlessly, bewitched by everything you possess. He’s the one working on tirelessly ramming into you until climax, but you’re the one who’s really doing all the work, your silky sex and body pulling the strings on him like a marionette.

Whipping your head back around, a hand of yours slides down towards your brutally-aching clit, beginning to rub yourself lazily.

Your jaw is slack, mouth wide and dry from how everything is hitting you all at once: San’s bulky body fucks you with all the stamina in the world on this kitchen counter. Grunts and sinful moans from each other joining in chorus. Naked bodies pressed together and moving in vulgarity. And touching your puffy bud in the midst of getting stretched by his golden manhood.

And then, you spill. You spill all over his cock, fluids and cum smothering his entire length while your whole body convulses, sweet pleasure hitting you like a truck.

You cry out as your orgasm crashes your body, mind, nerves, and limbs, falling apart from the overwhelming but joyous burst. All while San is still pushing into you, lowly moaning and coaxing you through his ragged breaths.

Your release pushes him to drive his cock harder, sweating profusely as he does so, your juices eventually being enough to form a white ring around his length, making him throb inside of you at the sight.

Weak whimpers and squeaks leave your mouth from the growing overstimulation, pussy so sore from the friction and your break. You push through while seeing stars, biting down on your lowed lip with dazed eyes drawn shut.

San allows himself to drape himself onto your back, his toned, broad body burning hot against your own soft, plush one. Pants and deep groans of his resonate by your ear, hearing him start to come undone.

You swear you expel more fluids as his hips are stuttering and jerking into you, his animalistic noises and mumbles of breathy words striking straight to your core, squeezing his cock dry.

Spurts of his cum fill you up. His body spasms over yours as he lets go, mind and body blissed-out as he lazily kisses your bare shoulder.

“So good. So perfect, princess.” he utters dreamily, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair, time feeling frozen as your eyes struggle to stay open. You can barely even sense the dripping of cum out your sex, dopey and drowsy— especially with San’s warm body against yours.

You can’t say the same for the breakfast you made though, now past cold. Forgotten, but your appetites have been satisfied nonetheless.

At least until San’s cock starts hardening again.

Or until someone’s belly starts to growl.

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