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View File MCWR MARINE CORPS WOMAN’S RESERVE WWII (I don't have cc of my own, only the recolor) Submitter 19Delta42 Submitted 04/07/2024 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requires

View File Ts_Betty-Mitchell_ww2 Woman with surprise From the ATS (Auxiliary Terrirotial Service(UK) Submitter 19Delta42 Submitted 03/29/2024 Category The Sims 4 - Sims Requires  

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Dicky's Pinup Outfit Fusion View File Hello LoversLab! This is my Pinup Outfit for Fusion Girl - released for the first time here! (CBBE version is here) What this mod does Adds the following Fusion girl female clothing pieces (armor slot noted in parenthesis): Bikini Bottom (40 or 45) Bikini Bottom XXX (40 or 45) Bikini Top (48 Beard) Bikini Top XXX (48 Beard) Shirt (48 Beard) Skirt (39 or 44) Gloves (56 Unnamed or 34, 35 Hands) Officer Gloves (34, 35 Hands) Hat (46 Headband) High Heeled Boots (33 Body) High Heels (33 Body) Combat Boots (33 Body) Holotag Necklace (50 Neck) Jacket (37 or 41) Arm Patch (57 Unnamed) Circle Patch (57 Unnamed) Tank Top (48 Beard) Thigh Belt (39 or 44) You can build these pieces at the Chem Station under "Dicky's Pinup Outfit" If you have mods that add legendary to armor pieces, most of these outfits can be fitted with a legendary stat as well. Armor Upgrade Goes from 0-4, with 0 being realistic (little or no DR) and 4 being "heroic" giving you pretty OP protection. You don't have to craft two separate versions now to choose a realistic or OP version - just craft the outfit you want and change its stats at the armor workbench. Because of this new feature, I removed the ballistic weave option on all pieces. Heroine Upgrade Custom legendary abilities I split out so you can add an ability per outfit. These include auto-healing, rad scrubbing, high jump, fast reloads, etc. Just gives you the ability to pick and choose what you want. Note: I haven't had much time to edit the bone weights on the bikini bottoms, particularly the XXX variant which is slipped to the side for "easy access." Might look weird with some sex animations - hope to address that eventually when we have enough Fusion girl animations that affect that area. It's mostly just a few vertices that are not deforming properly but should be ok most of the time for now.. Submitter dickyftw Submitted 05/24/2019 Category Armor & Clothing Requires Fusion girl  

Small ports from other games.. View File Hello ? Recently my hard drive had failed me, so upon scouring of what is left , i manage to save a few clothing mods and clutters that i personally use for myself. and to prevent further losses, i decided to share it here in LL, so that i could redownload it too when i had a new workstation to tinker with. this port consists of : 3 Female sets, and 2 Male sets. everything is _0 :C and 1 female set may require HDT so it doesnt clip your feet through the ground when wearing it. It wont crash though even if you dont uses HDT, it just sunk your feet through the ground. i only have skyrim LE, so idk about the recent ones. and there may be imperfections,so please bear with me. Credits to : - DICE/BF3 - Grasshopper Manufacture / Lollipop Chainsaw -Kojima/MGS4 - Sparky84 & antistar for a gasmask (didnt make any records in esp for this one) - and anyone i had not yet mentioned , will update please bear with me. PS: there's a few things not added to the game , because im quite busy fixing things to even make edits on a creation kit. check the data folder for more info. feel free to use this port as you wish screenshots are incomplete, please add yours to compliment it. thank you vm ? Submitter Reenana Submitted 07/05/2021 Category Armor & Clothing Requires None Special Edition Compatible  

Recommended music for reading Honest Abe, we are over southern airspace. Commencing drops. Warning 4k Image Heavy!

Recommended music for reading War... war never changes. Only the defeated desire change. I have been named... "Naomi" by these defeated men, men who call themselves the Enclave. 4k Image Heavy!

These are some early screenshots I took of Naomi - you can see some of the early designs for the Pinup outfit as well. Funny to see some of these now - no ENB, less than 4k, no DOF, oh my! Seems like ages ago, lol These images have become iconic for me so I'd like to share them here, hope you enjoy! The photo that started it all... No flycam, no ENB, lol Another promo shot for the outfit. Really liked this one. "Liberty Herself" Probably most people won't see it but I did texture the soles... Found inside a locker in an Enclave barracks ? Taking over Nuka World. I'm considering my story arcs from Nexus "non-canon" at this point, lol. In my own head-canon of course. Your favorite Generalissimo will return to Nuka World... I ❤️ Merica Marching with the War Flag Tactical distractions Standing proud Hello boys (and girls) Loose talk... costs lives! Naomi's favorite Lieutenant, Scarlet. "The Red Headed Tiger." She's just as feisty as Naomi... Well, in fairness she's sniping so she doesn't need armor... ? "The Devil in High Heels" Propaganda! Where do I sign up? And lastly the most iconic photo. What my mod and the character is all about. Saluting America, our Fighting Boys and Girls, and Pinup Art. Forever Free!

Recommended music for reading (well, mostly viewing) Hello boys and girls, yer Generalissimo here. Drop your cocks and grab your socks, we are at war! Y'all remember my proclamation? All lands held by my Minutemen are now part of Naomiland, my All-American, All-Free Republic that ain't gonna answer to no Enclave Federal authority, no sir! Naturally, El Presidente Eden and the Nexus Enclave hate my brand of Freedom (the kind where I can show my tits wherever I want) so WE gonna fight them. My eloquent speech to my boys: "Men of Naomiland! Yer Sloot-In-Chief calls upon you to defend our land from the tyrant John Henry Eden! I hereby declare, in the year of our lord twenty two hundred and eighty eight, the Sloots shall rise again!" But (heh) I can hear y'all sayin'. "Wasn't you an Enclave before?" Not anymore, boys. I never approved of their bullshit. I thought I was fightin' for freedom all along, but the Enclave is just here to occupy our lands. I learnt recently that the Enclave was actually funding raider groups throughout the Commonwealth, to make sure their occupation is justified. [Leftenant Scarlet nods in approval] Thanks for the Space Force Guns, Generalissimo. The boys and I love it. This gun makes me wanna shoot up a lot of bloodbugs for some reason... Glad you like 'em, babe. Ya named yer gun yet? I call this here rifle (rye-ful) "Devil Dog." [This one's for you, Marines!] Remember boys, my motto is "Live, Fuck, Kill" and if you ain't doin' that, you ain't livin' free! I call upon y'all patriots to join my "Army of Naomi" to fight the Enclave. My most loyal Minutemen "Hellcat" Armored Corps are fightin' those Enclave Hellfire troops as we speak. Those Steel Blue Bastards are my best boys! I'm personally takin' the fight to Eden's doorstep - I got good intel that he's holed up in the former Gunner's building down south. I'll have the Enclave runnin' for their mommies in a few days. Y'all watch. [We'll get 'em, Generalissimo] TBC

...thank you for your continued support of the Institute, Mr. President. It was quite an honor to bring an *ahem* artificial intelligence such as yourself into one of our customized synth bodies. ...we haven't had much success with the other prototype. N.A.O.M.I. #420 went rogue 6 months ago. AWOL. She's continued with her primary directive of "inspire patriots to fight harder" very liberally. We anticipated this, to some extent, but we admit her unpredictability has caught us off guard. We also understand, through our network of informants and coursers, that your efforts to "pacify" the surface for our future joint colonization isn't going as well? Let's not keep secrets from each other, John. May I call you John? The Institute, and myself, have always resented the Government, but accepted it as a necessary evil to maintain order. We would never negotiate with the wasteland plebs, but you and the Enclave are the last bastion of American civilization - we must cooperate with you for the sake of the American scientific community. We agreed to provide you technologies to make your Naomi work - in return, you have provided us the political and military resources we lacked. ...we admit your choice in Naomi's appearance and behavior was bizarre to us, but we also found your requests - coming from an artificial intelligence - very intriguing, so we proceeded. She far exceeds our coursers in combat, intelligence, and charisma. She has a rather sinister personality - she's quite aware of her absurdity and charms and uses them manipulate others. Exactly as we had designed her. Perhaps she takes after you in some ways... [Recon report incoming... Hunter Killer Squad 346 reported destroyed by enemy action. Target is still operating at 100% combat efficiency. Reporting last known target position to Tier 2 assets.] I'm sure your "boys in black" will do fine, John. After all, this is all part of your Pacification Program, isn't it? We found your Strategic Settlement Initiative brilliant. Herd the sheep behind walls and give them pointless jobs and drugs to keep them busy. Naomi was the starlet they idolized while they numbed themselves with Med X, Day Tripper, and X Cell that we released into the market. If those controls failed, fear and terror were used instead. Your military didn't need to do much - the horrors of the wasteland were enough to remind citizens to keep their heads down and submit to order. ...but, we think you went too far. Naomi ravaged raider gangs left and right, imposed her own style of a military dictatorship through the Minutemen, while your military shot any raider on sight. How many incidents of friendly fire did we have to cover up for you? [Honest Abe, this is Paul Revere, we have contact with target.] [Fire at will.] [Fuck use the AP rounds!] [Aaaah!] [Someone get a Fatman!] [She heals too fast!] [Fall back, fall back!] She's still very useful to us. She justifies your occupation of the Commonwealth. The only problem is the Minutemen. Some of them genuinely support her. In fact, civilian support for her is alarmingly high. TBC

I spent the night on that chair. My top was ripped off by the sergeant, she laughed at what she saw underneath. "Mine are bigger" she said. Bitch. I had the chance to pee before I was tied to it. Lucky me. The gunners took shifts to watch me. Nothing to do, I collapsed from exhaustion. As dawn broke, I saw a little light coming into the room. It was joined by the commander, who had come to wake me up. "It's time to open your eyes Calista! A new day rises, it may be your last. The questioning will begin. We're going to take that tape off your mouth, of course. And since you've been a good girl, we'll give you some water and clean you up." Once cleaned and hydrated, I saw another man enter the room. He knew why he was there. I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of being tortured so he could get information about me. "What do we have here? A prisoner who is going to tell me exactly what she knows." "I heard a girl armed with a baseball bat came and beat up a whole gang to get away with their loot. We know it was you. Who do you work for? And more importantly, where did you stash their equipment? You don't want to upset me and know my baseball skills." I didn't know what to say. The truth? Screw him? I was still hesitating on my answer. "You can take your bat and shove it deep up your ass!" I chose to fuck him up. It was a bad decision. "So it will be the hard way. I needed to warm up this morning anyway." I got screwed up. The interrogator mostly destroyed my bare chest. I also took a few hits to my legs. My ribs were in pain, some had to be broken. The only good thing was that my head was spared. "Let's start again. Who are you working for? Where is the stolen equipment?" "I don't know... I've never set foot in your building." "You lying bitch! You're wasting my time! Aren't you our thief? You're no good to us, might as well shoot you like the dog you are." "I'll make you regret your insolence, bitch!" He took me by force towards the destroyed section of the highway. My whole body was in pain. I had enough strenght left to curse at him. "Go to hell you prick." It was when I found myself in front of the void that I experienced my greatest fear. Falling to my death. I could not accept this fate, not now. I had survived the atrocity of slavery. I didn't want to be executed by some stinking gunner. "Okay okay I'll talk but please don't shoot!" "I admit it, I looted your building. I don't work for anyone, I accepted a mission in Bunker Hill to rescue a girl being held by a raider gang in an abandoned apartment. I saved her and she pointed me to the BADTFL building as their hideout. I sold the drugs in Diamond City and stashed the guns and ammo. You know everything please, don't kill me!" He released his finger from the trigger with a smile on his face. The gunner escorted me back to their storage room. I was relieved and still alive. He had succeeded in his interrogation. "To make you feel better, my gun wasn't loaded." He had bluffed me and I had bluffed him about the guns and ammo. Tie, game back on. Back to square one. I was attached to the chair again. I was upset that I hadn't been able to control myself better but I was still breathing. They still needed me to lead them to the weapons. Maybe I could get away before they realized my trick. "Stay safe prisoner. I will inform the commander on our session. Someone will keep an eye on you." A few hours passed. The pain of the torture faded away. My limbs were numb. I felt weak. It was at this moment that the sergeant came, it was her turn of duty. I could see from her attitude that she had nos just come to watch me. She stared at me, like an eagle ready to pounce on a prey. She approached me and kicked the chair. I couldn't do anything to stop her, my legs were tied. "I'm sick of you cocky attitude, I'm going to teach you some manners." Once on the ground, the sergeant had a perfect view of my bare feet. I had noticed those few glances at them as she escorted me to their base. She took advantage of her dominant position over my captive body. "If you ended up barefoot, you don't mind if I tickle you?" I was surprised, I had no immediate reaction as she tickled my left foot. When she moved to my other foot, that's when I burst out in laughter. I was ticklish, but it had been over 200 years since anyone had tried it again. The pain from my broken ribs returned instantly. She found the exact spot in my soles to make me laugh so hard. The sergeant decided to tickle my belly. She put her hands on my recent bruises and scratched with her nails. I was helpless, forced to laugh and endure all the pain that had disappeared from the morning's beating. "I didn't expect such a convincing result. I hope you enjoy this lesson Calista!" "Ahahahahaha I get it! I'm in pain please stop ahahah!" She attacked my feet again, this time focusing on my toes. I was out of breath, my whole body felt empty. "Huh huh, please, I can't take it anymore!" "It's not every day you find prisoners so ticklish. Maybe we should keep you here!" The session ended with the commander entering the room. "Enough sergeant. The men need help down there. Raiders have been spotted and two Deathclaws have just nested nearby." "Yes, commander." The commander straightened the chair and told me what was going to happen: "Your session with the corporal went well Calista. I'm glad. When the area is secured, you will lead us to your hideout. If you behave, we won't execute you. We heard there are new people in Lexington, they'll be glad to have you among them as a slave." Screw them. I had an opportunity to escape, no one was watching me and the commander had just left. I could move my legs. I managed to knock the chair over. Now I had to get the handcuffs off. I had seen some lockpicks hanging around in the storage room. I was exhausted and in bad shape, it would have been deadly to try to compete with them especially when you're barefoot and covered in bruises. I managed to get rid of the handcuffs and made my way to the destroyed part of the highway. There were still a few men patrolling the main gates but they couldn't see me. I wasn't out of the woods yet, the corporal saw that I was gone and started looking for me. Luckily I was hiding on all fours behind the railing, the pain was still there in my chest. With the energy I had left, I jumped to the other side of the highway. I had to cover my bruises during the jump, I didn't want to die from a free fall. "Commander, do you want us to catch her?" "No need, corporal. She's not worth it. She might be dead before she reaches Boston." "What about the stolen equipment?" "Tomorrow, I want a squad around Bunker Hill. Ask about the rescued girl, maybe she'll know something. If you run into Calista again, shoot her this time." "Understood, commander." I had escaped from their base. I was pretty beat up, my body wracked with pain between the bruises and tickles. I was going to go back to Diamond City to get what I had left at the inn and then I was going to get the hell out of Boston. I hoped the Gunners would forget about me or think I didn't make it. BONUS SHOT END OF ACT 2

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Chapter 2 - Hard Decisions Amy and Celine finished dinner and sat down on the sofa to await the special broadcast. The TV was on but all it showed was the message saying to tune in at 10pm. Amy nervously said, "I wonder what's going on?" Celine was about to respond when the channel came up. On the screen was a military officer, highly decorated from the look of his coat. He was caucasian, looked to be in his fifties, he had a short buzz cut gray hair, a square jaw, dark menacing eyes, and a very odd name. He wore a nametag that said General Czerych. He was standing behind a podium with a couple of city council members to one side, and a couple of military personnel on the other. Amy and Celine gave each other very uncertain glances. General Czerych started off the announcement by introducing himself. Then he went into the meat of the message. "I am sure most of you are alarmed by the sudden military presence and the wall around the city. First, let me address the situation, please hold all questions until the end. This city has been the accidental target of a weaponized virus. It was stolen from a research lab nearby and unleashed into the city. The contamination seems to have spread very quickly. The virus in it's current form is not life threatening. In essence all of you are carriers. It is deadly to any uninfected you come in contact with. We've already had a few cases outside the quarantine zone. Until further notice, this city is under a full lockdown. No contact with the outside will be permitted. The city coucil has opted to hand jursistiction to the military for the duration of the quarantine and lockdown. Life will be a bit different than normal. We will provide your power, water, and manage the city's waste services. We have also modified the phone system to only work within the city. All cell towers have been shut down and a curfew will be enacted. That is all." The press erupted in a flurry of questions. Mainly why the CDC, FEMA, or the National Guard had not been called in to deal with this. The explanation given was that the virus was from a military lab and the military had jurisdiction. The program abruptly ended and the girls were left staring at a test pattern. Celine and Amy turned to face each other and sat indian style on the couch. Celine said, " Amy...our parents are both out of town. If they're not letting anyone contact the outside...and no one outside can contact us..." Amy was staring at the floor, "Yeah, I know. But how is the house going to be paid for? I mean, I know our parents paid off mine and your's paid of their's. They bragged about it soooo much. But power, water, food. We're only 15 and I'm not sure we could even work that much if we wanted to." The two sat in silence for a long time after that, both deep in thought. **** Early the next morning **** The sunlight was beaming through the curtain and landing squarely on Amy's face. She felt her mouth and realized she must have been drooling in her sleep. She sat up and thought back to the night before. "I didn't get in bed," she thought. She opened her eyes and realized that she had slept with her head in Celine's lap...and drooled all over her! She was mortified! She glanced up, hoping Celine was still asleep. Celine had a comical look on her face and said mockingly, "Good morning sleepy head" and gave her a wink. Amy apologized profusely for drooling all over Celine's lap but she just shrugged it off. "Amy. Don't worry about it. Haha, it's not that big a deal. Really." Amy calmed down quite a bit and Celine said, "Listen, while you were sleeping so adorably, an announcement came on the TV saying that anyone with housing or bill questions should go to city hall to talk about possible solutions. So I'm going to shower real quick. Mind if I borrow some of your clothes?" Amy shook her head no. "Good, I'll be out in a bit." With that, Celine gathered some clothes and started her shower. Amy realized that she probably needed one too. All sorts of thoughts were flying around in Amy's head. Celine was her best friend and she didn't mind her wearing her clothes. The truth was that it kind of turned her on. Lately she had been very attracted to Celine. Around guys she felt like the one in control but with Celine, she just wanted to curl up in her lap like a little kitten and let the day go by. "Snap out of it," she thought "I need to get some clothes and a shower." She waited for Celine to finish before going in. **** About an hour later **** The walk to city was surreal. Police and military were everywhere. Near the police station, a shopping mall was being turned into something. The girls could see things being loaded into storage containers. It was a good distance from the sidewalk they were on though. Upon reaching city hall, the sights just got stranger. The building looked like a fortress more than a civil building. As the two walked inside the building they could see soldiers everywhere. They all had weapons but the city hall personnel didn't seem to be the least bit nervous, almost like they didn't even notice them. They walked up to a large circular desk in the center of the room and asked the receptionist about the housing arrangements. She seemed eager to help and said "Oh certainly girls, you just need to go down the hall and it's the last door on your left. I don't imagine you brought any documentation with you. Normally that would be a problem but not under the circumstances." The door they arrived at had a thrown together plaque that simply said "Housing Services." They opened the door to the room and saw a wall lined with chairs and a man in a black suit sitting at a large desk toward the back of the room. They walked over and told him why they were there. He motioned for them to sit at the two chairs in front of his desk. As they glanced around, they noticed that everything in the room seemed generic. The chairs were all plain and all the same, the desk was bare of any design, even the walls were just painted one color. The man in front of them looked just as plain. He was clean shaven, had short dark hair, and his suit was plain as well. "So, I'm going to need your addresses, monthly bills don't matter since all rates will be adjusted. I should also tell you the quarantine will last a minimum of four years. Anyone outside the city that owns property inside will be compensated." The girls were mortified. "Four years!" they said in unison. The man un-sympethetically said, "Yes." He seemed very distant from the situation and very out of touch. He asked several questions. The whole time typing on his computer, clicking his mouse, and signing several forms that he printed. After telling him the information he wanted, he collected several pages of documents. He used their ID's to help verify that they actually did live at those addresses. "Now here is your dilemma. Neither of you have a job, so there is no income coming in. We are building some special housing for displaced residents, Type A Housing, and it will be finished in one week. So here are your options. Option 1, you can sell both homes and most of the contents to the city and live in the Type A housing. That would give you plenty of money and would probably last at least a year. Option 2, sell one house and live in the other but you need some form of income to buy food and maintain the home." Amy looked as if she were waiting for something but decided to speak up, "Can't we ask our parents what to do? Why can't they make the decision?!" The man simply repeated the quarantine rules of no contact with anyone outside of the city. Amy burst into tears and Celine cradled her in her arms. Amy didn't remember much of the conversation Celine had with the man and she only vaguely aware of them being driven home. It was all just too much to handle. Later that evening, Amy woke up on the couch and found Celine sitting at the kitchen table reading over several papers. "Hey," Amy said sheepishly, "sorry about earlier." "It's fine," Celine assured her. "Are you feeling better?" Amy nodded and said yes. "Good. I was worried there for awhile. I've never seen you shut down like that before." "Yeah, that was a first for me too," Amy said. Celine put on a serious face, "I'm glad you're better. But now I hope that you won't be mad. I took the deal he was offering to sell one houses. I picked mine. I'm bringing my clothes here and a few of my things. They are moving so fast on this, I only have tomorrow to collect my stuff. Amy had sat down as Celine was speaking. "I couldn't handle the situation and you did. I'm not mad. In a way, I'm relieved that the decision is done. You said you had a day to get your things right? We should start early in the morning. It still is weird though." Celine raised an eyebrow, "Which part, hun. All of this is strange." Amy laid her head on Celine's shoulder, "I don't get why the military is here, or what happened to the mayor, or why they want people to sell their homes." Celine gently rubbed her head, "I know, let's just take it one thing at a time." Amy nodded her head. They heard the news come on in the other room and they hurried to see what was being said. The news anchor, an older man with a mustache, spoke about the new housing, a new curfew going into effect, and several changes to city government. The most shocking was the outlawing of large public gatherings. The anchor condemned these actions and demanded that people be allowed to contact those outside. The broadcast cut out while he was in mid sentence. Celine and Amy shared concerned glances and Amy moved into Celine's arms. A few minutes later, the news came back on. A very flustered woman was sitting in the chair now. She was in her 30's and they recognized her as one of the morning anchors. She carried on with the traditional news, schools would stay open, businesses encouraged to stay open, etc. The anchor promised the news would come on at 10am, noon, and 8pm to keep people updated about events. Then the channel went back to a test pattern. The girls knew that something was very wrong with this situation. They knew that age didn't have something to do with it. They could see it the faces of most of the adults they had seen, minus the military and people at city hall. Celine ran her hands through Amy's hair to soothe her and said, "Don't worry, we'll figure out what's going on and we'll survive." Amy made up her parents' bed and asked Celine to sleep in the room with her. They both changed into pajamas and added some extra blankets to the bed. Lately, the nights just seemed to be much colder.