Francesco Ridolfi, Patrizia Cagliani, and Luca de Padova, architects, designed a 'martyr's corner' - a workout area - in the bedroom of de Padova's Milan apartment. The outsize door is actually a panel that turns the room into a secret chamber.
that one bitch who won鈥檛 shut up about personally terminating the Autobot cliffjumper 馃敟 anyway I just wanted to say I was inspired by some other artists style when drawing these 馃槑so thank u ploppymeep lalala yOURE the coolest
I did a functional version of this object, who was previously converted by Nika Onishko. You can choose the "moving version" where the punching bag moves when sims use it or a "still" version that won't move at all, CHOOSE ONLY ONE. It's cloned from HERE so it's One Tile.
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I'm not going to make the yoga mat as there are a lot of them on the web, in different colors (for example HERE) so it would be pointless.
Whumpee that was conditioned to be a punching bag for Whumper.
Whumpee eventually thinks that that's their only purpose because the only time they have received attention was because Whumper was angry and needed something to take out their anger.
Accept it was easier than fight it. When they behaved, and offered themselves to Whumper they at least were praised for being obedient.
Sometimes they even earned treats for being a good punching bag!
Slowly, they do not just accept what Whumper said they were, but they also take pride in that.
They were useful, and Whumper liked them. What could be better than that?
That's their mind even when they are rescued. They don't miss Whumper, of course, now they have a new person to serve; Caretaker.
Whumpee finds themselves useless due to the lack of violence in their new house, they think that that's their fault. Maybe Caretaker doesn't like them? They have someone else? Why do they ignore them like that? Why would Whumpee want food, or a stupid bed when Caretaker was uninterested in using them for their only purpose?!
They can be better.
They can look better.
They can do anything better than the other people around Caretaker!
Whumpee can make Caretaker understand, having an obedient punching bag that would thank them for the smallest attention is something anyone would like, right?
Feyre, Mor, Elaine, & Nesta are having a girls night bar hopping in Velaris. Amren was too busy tangled up with Varian. Nesta's just sipping water. She really only came for the music. Mor and Feyre are trying to convince Ellaine to try a beer. She scrunches up her nose and says it smells like old boots. She instead flags down a waiter and asks for a scotch extra neat. Feyre and Mor go stiff and give each other a side glance. Nesta gasps, "Ellaine!" Ellaine says shyly, "What?! Daddy use to keep it in the study." The waiter returns and sets her drink in front of her with a nod of approval at her choice. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a long deep inhale of the liquor. "It smells like him." she says, without taking a sip. Nesta tries to hide the relief on her face as she glances toward the stage. She sees Cassian there, smiling back at her from ear to ear, positioning himself behind the drum set.
"What the hell is he doing?!" Nesta exclaims to the others at the table.
They all turn to see Rhys and Az walking on stage holding electric guitars. Rhysand gives his guitar a wail and leans in to the microphone. "May we have your attention please." The crowd goes silent as they realize the King of the Nightcourt, his Commanding General, and the Shadowsinger are now before them. Mor yells, "Woooo! Fuck 'em up Your Highness!"
Rhysand gives a devilish grin. "My brother has something he'd like to say." He backs away to the right, giving Azriel center stage as he adjusts his guitar strap.
Azriel looks out on the crowd with menace in his gaze. Anyone who was previously standing, has now found themselves a seat.
From the back Cassian yells out, "NESTA I LOVE YOU BABY!" then begins stomping his foot down on the bass drum. He raises his drumstick and strikes them together in time with the bass. And then..... Azriel inhales.