requested shoes

anonymous asked:

Do you take request for maxis matching shoes? Would you be able to do Madlen's Orlando shoes? I only use your retextures of madlen's shoes in my game so it would be great to have these! Thank you ❤

Hey anon, I tried to do these shoes but they lose all texture and formation. I’m sorry :( 

Alright, so I wanted to do another maxis match pair of shoes for you all but I couldn’t think of any so I asked @plumbbobbseytwins and she asked for these! and she’s a babe, so who am I to deny her? Okay, so let’s see… there are 20 swatches, a custom thumbnail and the mesh is included. As per usual all credit goes to @madlensims for their amazing meshes. 

Thank you to @plumbbobbseytwins for testing.

Send your requests HERE (please only send one shoe request at a time. too many overwhelms me!) You can also message me if you would like. It’s better if you request offline, so I can ask you specifics you might want, or if there’s an issue I can let you know. I also like to have people who requested test them out! 

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Shoe Deduction - Request

Requested by @kentuckyfriedcarlos:  Hello! Wondering if you could write a fanfic about Sherlock asking reader to deduce something and her being uncomfortable and unsure but he insists she tries and he is sweet about it? Thank you so much! 💚

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 907(Shortie)

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I don’t know if this is sweet enough to fulfill the request, but it made me really happy to write it so…


Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

Sherlock stared at the object for longer than anyone was used to. He barely blinked, and his face remained neutral as his mind wandered to every last bit of information it kept looking desperately for an answer.

(Y/N) was sitting at the opposite side of the table, analysing him. She was quiet, as usual, and she tried with all her might to keep her breath steady so Sherlock wouldn’t kick her out.

“I’m missing something…” Sherlock muttered and looked up at her.

“Maybe this isn’t a clue at all.” She suggested quietly.

“No, no.” Sherlock shook his head, “This is a clue, I just… There’s a whole; something I’m not seeing.”

“Maybe you should rest.” She whispered.

“No…” Sherlock replied absentmindedly, “I need John to help me.”

“John’s at his honey moon, remember?” Sherlock sighed heavily.

Honey moon.” He mocked bitterly, “What a bunch of crap, there are loads of criminals all over London and he prefers to go on holiday rather than…”

“With his wife.” (Y/N) interrupted, “He went on holiday with his wife.”

“Right…” Sherlock leaned back on his chair and looked around as if that would help him get to the desired result.

He needed someone smart to help him. Of course, no one had a mind such as himself but it truly helped him when someone else gave him their opinions. Without mentioning the fact that he was still missing something important, which could be something obvious to the eyes of a common citizen and that increased his need for someone else’s help.

His icy blue eyes landed on the girl sitting across from him. Her whole appearance was tidy and neat, with her hair perfectly combed and natural makeup. The clothes of a real lady, which she liked to wear during cases because it gave her more of a professional look. Sherlock tilted his head as an idea invaded his mind.

“(Y/N).” He spoke. The girl looked up at him. She had been playing with her phone.

“Sherlock.” She replied, the detective smiled slightly.

“Could you make a deduction for me?” Her posture instantly stiffened and her eyes became wider.

“M-me?” She stuttered, pointing at herself like there were a million other (Y/N)s in that room.

“Yes, you.” Sherlock stated softly.

“I don’t think I can be of much use to you, Sher.” She said.

“No,” He assured, “I actually need someone else’s opinion and you’re smart enough to do it.”

“I thought we were all idiot compared to you.” (Y/N) muttered.

“You are all idiot compared to me.” Sherlock stated, “But out of all of the idiots, you’re the less idiotic.”

(Y/N) smirked at his words. “A compliment worthy of Sherlock Holmes.” She joked.

Sherlock gave her a wide grin before going back to his serious face. “So?” He gestured at the object. (Y/N) sighed heavily and hesitated a little before she stood up and walked to his side.

Sherlock moved a little so (Y/N) had a better, more direct view of the object. The girl leaned down on the table to observe.

Shoe. It was just one shoe, the left one. High-heels, to be specific, and very tall and big ones.

“It’s uh… It’s quite a big foot for a lady.” She stuttered, “Unless she’s six feet tall, I’d say she’s actually a man.” Sherlock furrowed at her words but didn’t interrupt. “They are also quite unused so I’m guessing they’re new, although there’s…” She lifted the shoe to look at the sole, “Yup, there’s glitter there, see?” Sherlock nodded, “There are bars… Gay bars, that have glitter all over.”

“The victim was found nearby one of those bars.” Sherlock whispered and then looked up at her. “What else?”

“That’s all, I’ve got nothing more.” She confessed shyly. Sherlock nodded once more and took the shoe off her hands, returning it to its past position. (Y/N) searched for his gaze, and Sherlock noticed which resulted in a silent question from him. “Did I do right?” She asked.

Sherlock relaxed at her words. “Well, you skipped a lot of important data…” (Y/N) face fell, and Sherlock instantly changed his voice tone to a softer one, “But it was, in a way, brilliant.”

“Brilliant impersonation of an idiot?” She inquired.

“No, not at all.” Sherlock shook his head, “I thought it was a huge woman…” He confessed.

(Y/N) giggled shyly. “Maybe she is a huge woman and I am an idiot.”

It was Sherlock’s turn to laugh. “There are no registers of a woman this tall… Not in London, at least.” He said. Suddenly, his gaze changed into a different one; one that (Y/N) hadn’t ever seen on him. “You did wonderfully, dear.”

“You really think so?” (Y/N) inquired.

“Yes, I do.” Sherlock extended a hand to caress her cheek for two seconds before going back to minding his own business. “I’ll be downstairs.”

“Oh, okay.” (Y/N) whispered as Sherlock walked and disappeared through the door. “I’ll just wait here, then.”

A few seconds of silence passed, and suddenly Sherlock’s face appeared again. “You can come.” He said.

“Me?” Again, she pointed at herself.

“Yes, you.” Sherlock insisted, “I wouldn’t be able to finish this case without you, dear.” He winked at her before disappearing once more. “Bring the shoe!”

(Y/N) bit her lip happily and took the shoe before running downstairs. It was the first time Sherlock asked for her help on a case, and it wouldn’t be the last time.

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Traditional Chinese fashion, the warped-toe shoes. Generic term: 翘头履qiào tóu lǚ. Type: 凤头履、岐头履、聚云履、五杂履、鸠头履、重台履、分梢履、笏头履、五色云霞履、玉华飞头履 and so on. Chinese hanfu usually have long skirts that almost touch the ground. One reason for making shoes warped-toe like is that people don’t want to bother to gather their skirts up so they use the warped-toe part of qiaotou lv to hold their skirts(also it’s considered to be ungainly to do that especially for women in ancient China). The warped-toe parts vary from shape design to texture or material. Most shoes in pictures are from Tang dynasty, others from qin-han period, song dynasty and qing dynasty.

Dancing Shoes.

Originally posted by malindstroon

Request:  Could you do an imagine where the reader is Hispanic and she kind gets jealous of Wendy but she teaches one of the lost boys to dance cumbia and that night they dance and pan gets jealous too Requested by anon.

All you could hear was her high pitched giggle, her awed little gasps and her constant utterances of “oh Peter everything here is just so wonderful.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how aggravating Wendy was. 

She had been in Neverland for around two weeks already and yet everything still seemed to amaze her and awe her, she also couldn’t seem to stop grating on your nerves. Everything about her was inconceivably annoying; her perfect, posh, British accent, her annoyingly flawless pale skin and the fact that Pan seemed to spend every single second with her.

“Careful, your annoyance is showing.” Giving Felix an unhappy glance, you huffed.

“Why is she still here?” You saw him chuckle at your annoyance. Felix was well acquainted with your abhorrence for Wendy, after all the two of you talked of it often. 

Surprisingly, you and Felix had become quite close friends. You guessed that it was because you were a similar age, a lot of the Lost boys were younger; having been taken by the Shadow when they were young and afraid of everything. Easy targets.

You know why. She’s a believer.” Even his eternally bored tone had taken on some aggravation as another shrill giggle sounded behind you. “She’ll be gone as soon as Pan gets bored of his game.” 

Unconvinced, you turned and looked to the two in question. Cringing at the warm smile adorning Pan’s features you turned quickly back to Felix. “I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.” 

His nose scrunched up in annoyance as he nodded, silently agreeing with your statement. 

You watched idly as Felix twirled his club upon the ground, clearly bored. Everyone was bored. Even if most of what Pan did was in some way malicious or was for his own dark amusement, it still kept everyone entertained. Without him around, Neverland wasn’t quite the same, especially with him pretending to be all sweet and loving for Wendy. 

Looking around the clearing you frowned at how empty it was. Obviously the Lost boys hadn’t left Neverland, Peter wouldn’t allow it, but they had ventured further afield in what you guessed to be boredom.

Trying to forget about Peter entirely for the first time since your arrival in Neverland you stood up and held a hand out to Felix. He looked at you and quirked an eyebrow in question.

“Let’s dance.” Now his eyebrows creased together in confusion. 


Huffing at his lack of response you explained “it’s the one thing I actually miss about home.” His eyes flickered to the two behind you before a suspicious smirk graced his features. 

“Alright.” He took your hand and heaved himself up from the floor. 

“Leave that behind.” You ordered, gesturing to his club. You were surprised when he fulfilled your request without argument.

Leading him to a more open area of the clearing, which was easier than usual considering the lack of Lost boys, you kept a hold of his hand. When you were confident that you had enough space you turned back to him, expecting to find an apprehensive Felix, but instead seeing a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked a little like Peter, or at least like Peter used to. It was intriguing. Smirking right back you got to work at teaching him some decent dancing. 

“Okay, first we’ll start with a turn.” He nodded as you raised his arm up above your heads. You almost chuckled at how stiff he was. “Now hold it there while I turn.” You proceeded to spin on the spot, keeping your neck long and the turns graceful. When you finally stopped spinning you could see the surprise clearly on his face. 

“Wow.” Smiling widely at his awe your eyes shifted to the side. Your smile almost doubled at the sight that met your eyes; Peter Pan, ignoring Wendy entirely, watching you and Felix darkly. 

Tearing your eyes from the wonderful sight, you looked back to Felix. “Give me your other hand.” He complied willingly, and you proceeded to show him some more moves. It was difficult, especially considering that Felix kept getting his arms tangled causing you both stumble. 

Eventually, one of these stumbles led to you practically falling on Felix who consequentially steadied you by placing his hands on your waist. You had a feeling that he was playing the same game that you were. 

You both looked over to Pan just in time to see him disappear with Wendy. You smirked as you realized that Pan was right, playing games could be fun. Looking back to Felix you noticed that he held the same look of triumph as you. Deciding to ruin his good mood, you kept trying to teach him. 

After another few minutes you decided to get a little more complicated. “I’m going to spin and then, after two turns, I’ll come out of it and you catch my hands like this.” You instructed, demonstrating. 

He nodded, eyes locked on your hands, concentrating. 

The spin worked fine, he didn’t make any mistakes but the problems came after. Felix grabbed your forearm instead of your hand while his leg jerked out unexpectedly, causing you to go tumbling to the ground. 

But instead of tumbling to the ground, as you were expecting, you tumbled straight into someone’s chest. Instantly recognizing the dark green clothes you looked up, eyes sparkling with apprehension. 

He wasn’t happy, you could see that clear as day, but his gaze wasn’t directed to you. He was looking over your shoulder at Felix, whilst his hands held you close to him, possessively almost. 

“Where’s Wendy?” You heard yourself asking, you couldn’t stop yourself. His eyes finally shifted towards yours, glinting with their usual mischief, before he answered. 

“Oh I got a little bored of Wendy. But you looked as though you were having fun.” 

Giving him a smirk, you laughed and replied with words that you knew would rile him up even further. “I just love spending time with Felix, he’s just wonderful.” You put emphasis on what you guessed to be Wendy’s favorite word. 

You felt his fingertips dig into your waist slightly as you said the words, but his amusement flashed in his eyes. He liked how well you could play.

“Felix, go find the Lost boys. We’ve got games to play.” 



He bought a dog without asking and you found it chewing on your favorite pair of shoes 🐶

Requested: yes

Requests are open (only fake texts)

Blue Suede Shoes


The reader likes Steve, and goes to confess, but ends up singing Elvis Presley because of nerves.

Requested by: anonymous


“You’ve got this, you’ve got this.” I whispered to myself as I ruffled the wrinkles out of my shirt. I know it’s really cheesy to practice how you’re going to confess to yourself in the mirror, but what would you do if you were about to confess your long-held-secret crush to the Captain America?!

So yeah, I was a bit nervous.

Brushing a lock of hair gone astray behind my ear, I put on a confident smile as I walked towards the living room of the tower, running my speech over in my head. Since no one else was home, I didn’t have to worry about being interrupted, which was pretty much the only thing that I didn’t have to worry about. Everything was good, this is going to be amazing-


I looked up to find myself face first into the chest of none other than Steve himself, who I hadn’t noticed turning the corner of the hallway as I walked. He let out a light chuckle as he side stepped. My brain went frantic as he laughed. “Sorry about that!” He apologized, before turning to keep walking. My brain started screaming thirty-seven thousand different things at me at once.

“Steve, wait!” I called, maybe a bit too loudly to stop him from leaving. He spun on his heel with an eyebrow raised. I looked at the questioning in his blue eyes, and what do you know? That speech I’d worked on for weeks?


“Yeah? Do you need something?” He asked slowly, which sent my brain into overdrive once I realized I hadn’t said anything to him yet. ‘Say something! Anything! Don’t let him leave!’ My head screeched. Before I realized what was happening, my mouth started spilling with words to Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis Presley.

“Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes. Don’t you step on my Blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. You can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from an old fruitjar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes. Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.” I sang, before nervously throwing my arms out into jazz hands. Steve looked at me like I had grown twelve heads, and my heart sunk as I knew I’d totally blown my chances. “Sorry, I, uh… I’ve been practicing that for a while and wanted to know what you thought?” I blurted out, hoping that was an adequate excuse. The hallway remained silent. I bowed my head, feeling heat creep onto my cheeks. Then, I heard the slightest noise. I looked up as it got louder and louder, and saw Steve with his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back in laughter, a wide grin on his face. I even saw a tear creeping down his cheek. I shrank further into myself. ‘Damn it, you’re an idiot!’ I cringed, not noticing that Steve’s laughter had slowly started to die down.

“That was- that was amazing! I haven’t laughed that hard in ages!” He cried, the smile never leaving his face. “That was the best Elvis I’ve seen. Thank you, so much. You should perform that for the tower some time!” He praised, causing the blush to run even darker on my face. I shook my head, finding a laugh escaping my own lips this time.

“Oh, no, that’s okay.” I smiled. His smile faded a bit, more gentle now.

“Really, your voice is beautiful. Listen, I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of, but be ready for an encore later, all right?” He said as he turned his back to continue down the hall.

“Y-yeah, okay!” I laughed nervously. Once Steve rounded the corner, he looked back with one of his infamous half-smiles and a nod, before disappearing down the hall.

As the sweat dropped down my neck and tickled my spine, I realized that not only had I utterly failed at my little speech, but I also had to sing to him again later, only on purpose this time. I couldn’t help as I cursed my luck aloud in the abandoned hallway.

Damn it.