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My OC clone in the form of SL

His name is Pokoinitsky. He's so funny and very sweet. I love him.

Senior Lieutenant Pokoinitsky is currently in the commandant's office of the High Command, and is also the deputy of the engineering service. He goes around looking after other military personnel, but mostly grumbles and follows Major General Snorri Odinson, who heads the engineering service.

I decided to figure out what he would look like in SL armor, since I'm thinking of slowly moving him from the Commandant's Office to another formation.

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I'm sorry, but his manner of speech... Just YES

What is written in ART

-We'll drink later (We're going to hit now)

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I think I have a problem. Stop my hyperfix.

I decided to experiment with the bone, I really like it and now I'm sitting here trying out no line now, I don't know how fast I'll finish it, but all my attempts at no line are a complete mess, now I like everything. This is the best thing I've done in a while. LMAO

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Yo, I did it.

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Bonus sketches with griebus

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Those legs… I would kiss them.

I don't have a foot fetish, but it makes me feel the most strongly. Seriously, man, I wish I were in those poor guys' shoes. You're super handsome, it's a pity that you got the role of a sly guy with a mustache.

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CT Legion and High Command 

Am I part of something meaningful? Will my new family accept me? Can I trust them?

It's all so unusual and disturbing. I think I experienced a state of derealization because I didn't expect to see myself in the place I am now.

Now I have other life orientations and a new family. I'm sad to know that I left my old family for something more peaceful.

My health has been affected by stress. I just don't want to suffer and cry over nothing anymore, I don't want it to become a part of my already rotten and cadaverous life.

I absolutely don't want to hear anything bad about my new family. I will deny it in every possible way and insist on my own, because I do not believe in it. I don't want to believe it.

What is written in sketch one

-Sukuna... I... Forgive... Me... Please... CT...

What is written in sketch two

-Is this my new family?

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Animation

I submitted my project. Yes, this is exactly my project, and a significant part of it is devoted to our unexpected meetings, Philips. Events that occurred, it would seem, at the most inopportune moment.

Sometimes I didn't welcome your visits, My Little Brother, they were chaotic and even unpleasant, but whatever they were, I'm grateful for the experience.

I got 4+/B+for this. It's not bad, but it could have been better.

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Part 1. Cow Photo Shoot

Chapter 3. The frame

The dressing room was suffocating with a mixture of cloying incense and cheap perfume, the smell of which seemed to be the epitome of lust and decay, causing nausea. The semi-darkness pressed down on his shoulders, and the mirror opposite reflected only a pitiful semblance of a warrior. Nevermore's face contorted into a grimace of disgust as he stared at his reflection. The suit clung like a straitjacket, squeezing his chest and reminding him of his helplessness. The lace, which seemed delicate in appearance, scratched his neck, causing itching and irritation, and these exquisite stockings with a spotted pattern looked very attractive, especially on him, not to mention the same top with large cups, highlighting his chest. And that adorable ponytail on her hips and the funny horns on her head seemed to do nothing but attract attention. Light makeup, which he barely agreed to, looked very presentable for such an image. After giving enough time to prepare, Senator Ti'grash'iki called the World of Nevermore. The latter, slowly approaching the Senator, with every step he heard the treacherous ringing of the bell on his neck, and cursed himself for really doing it. Camera flashes burned pride more than plasma. The photographer, trembling with fear of the Senator, shot Mira in poses worthy of a naked advertisement for cheap resorts, and only Ti'grash'iki, comfortably sitting on the couch, commented: — Chin up! Show at least a spark of playfulness, Moo-Moo! — Focus on the hips, and lift the tail itself… Yes, it's much more tempting that way. — Smile, Ladybug. Show your teeth. — Amazing! Now the Seiza pose… Perfect for humility… — Nicer! Pretend like you like it. Every movement of the Commander was accompanied by the gaze of the Senator, who was too close. Especially unpleasant was the moment when the senator allegedly accidentally ran his hand over parts of the World's body, whispering something to himself. Even worse was his touch, straightening the disheveled hair on her head. Each such careless contact left a trail of dirt on the soul. Nevermore imagined throwing the Senator into the wall, his bones cracking under the blows, the lustful gleam in his eyes fading… But instead, he was smiling like an idiot, holding a toy bucket with the word "Milk" in his hands. After an hour, having suffered all these humiliations, he received the coveted documents in holographic format certifying the ownership of the RC squad, which was entered in advance into the Security Service database during this shameful time. thanks… for this reminder of my insignificance," the World said, squeezing the Pocket Personal Computer so hard that it almost cracked. —Enjoy yourself, Commander Nevermore,— Ti'grash'iki hissed. — And thanks for… performance…

Chapter 4. The setup

But the gratitude evaporated just three days later, when during the exercises, the truth became clear, which revealed the catch: the clones fell from the very first deafening shot. — There is no protection… Mir whispered, looking at the defeated clones, and literally at the same second, the Commander of the Security Service roared, throwing his helmet against the wall. They are not provided for by the contract," the squad leader replied monotonously. Ti'grashiki, of course, "forgot" to mention that the modules are sold separately. The world swallowed a lump of rage. Ti'grash'iki circled him like a novice. This is the basic configuration. There was only one choice—to return to Ti'grash'iki. A second visit is inevitable. Ti'grash'iki, dressed in a silk robe, sprawled on the couch, gesturing with a glass of notorious wine from Naboo. "Oh, my Moo—Moo is back!" The senator was applauding lazily. — I heard your squad… a little incomplete? Something seems to be missing… Modules? Of course! This is a separate product. But for you… Special price. I want a little more… His smile cracked. The second photo shoot took place in the senator's chambers. Ti'grash'iki photographed himself, demanding "more emotional" shots. The costume became more revealing, the poses became more obscene. Ti'grash'iki was completely confident of his impunity, "accidentally" touching the World without hesitation, clinging to the fabric of his suit, leaving greasy spots. His gaze was sticky and disgusting. Nevermore endured, knowing that this was only a step towards achieving his goal. He needed these modules, and nothing, including Ti'grash'iki's weirdness, could stop him. The commander was silent, thinking about how he would crush this man one day. "You're so beautiful in yours.".. Broken loyalty to the Republic," Ti'grash'iki hissed, When the senator finally handed over the modules, Nevermore felt rage wash over him, but he forced himself to breathe evenly. He took a step back, ready to explode. "You could be the star of the holo-nets," Ty'grash'iki purred, running a greasy hand over the plastron of the World as he put on his helmet. When the senator tried to take off his glove, exposing dirty fingers, the World grabbed his wrist, squeezing it until the bones crunched. "Touch me again, and your torn nails will be the best souvenir for my soldiers," he growled, putting into his voice all the hatred accumulated during these hours of humiliation. Nevermore turned around and left, trying not to show how his hands were shaking. "I hope it was worth it," T'grash'iki called after her, enjoying the humiliation of his victim.

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Part 1. Cow Photo Shoot

Chapter 1. Appointment

The gloomy skies of Anaxis. Ash and smoke floating in the air. A military facility that is once again operating normally. Mir Nevermore, the commander of the Security Legion, was in deep thought while in the officer's room. Fatigue could be seen in his eyes, which were framed by dark circles. His legion needed reinforcements, and the most logical step would be to acquire an RC squad. These specially trained soldiers could significantly influence the outcome of battles, help in a strategic offensive or carry out sabotage unnoticed. However, the Senate was in no hurry to approve this request. In this situation, there was only one way out — to purchase them through shady suppliers, with whom the World had been trying to establish contact for some time. —Commander," the voice of Master Sergeant Gringo, his second—in-command, interrupted his thoughts. — Senator Ti'grash'iki has agreed to the meeting, but demands complete confidentiality. Mir sighed and adjusted the helmet on his head. He was about to meet with Ti'grash'iki, a senator with a dubious reputation. A military financier with a reputation for selling air if it becomes currency. According to rumors, he was a man endowed with an insidious and dishonest mind, prone to strange offers and even stranger deals. However, he was the only one who could help avoid the formalities. All that was needed was to negotiate with Senator Ti'grash'iki, a military financier whose greed was second only to his unusual sense of humor.

Chapter 2. Meeting

Ti'grash'iki received him in his apartments on Coruscant. The room was filled with gold and holographic portraits of the senator himself in heroic poses, sometimes even in very explicit ones. The gaze of the World stopped at the holographic image of Ti'grash'iki, tenderly embracing Chancellor Palpatine. The room was quiet and dim. The world of Nevermore entered, feeling an uneasy premonition. Ti'grash'iki greeted him with a monotone voice and a lazy triple-chinned smile. —Commander Nevermore, what an honor… they say you're willing to do anything for your soldiers." Is it true that you previously abandoned an entire battalion to save your own skin? Ti'grash'iki drawled, leaning back in his chair. His voice sounded like the creak of a rusty chassis. The senator smiled lazily. His fingers leisurely flipped through the information about the "product" on his datapad. "Without further ado. All this is just a rumor, and you know it yourself. Ti'grash'iki slowly stood up, his fingers touching an exotic flower in a vase. — Peace, dear! His voice is as sticky as syrup. — RC squad? Even ten! But… there are some nuances. However, it is an expensive pleasure. But for you… I think I'll make an exception. After a short negotiation and discussion of the financial side of the deal, the Senator motioned for the droid to submit the contract. The amount flashed on the screen, making the commander swallow. The price was twice as high. The world gritted its teeth, transferring credits. — One small condition. One small favor. Mir raised an eyebrow in surprise and felt a chill run down his spine. "What's that?"…" he asked, trying not to show his disgust. "I need… a guarantee of your loyalty."… To participate in a photo shoot of my private archive, Dear Commander. In a suit. He's cute. With horns and specks…" he poked at the holoprojector, and an image of a man in an earthbug costume appeared in the air. Too humiliating. Too vulgar. It was a clear hint of humiliation. But the senator's eyes burned with cold calculation — he knew that the World would agree. "Is this a joke?" — The world stood up, but the security droids blocked the exit. "Absolutely not. "You're crazy. — Without a photo shoot, without a squad. Choose one. — … The commander felt the blood rush to his face, but, overcoming his pride, he agreed, because he had already transferred the credits, and his position was such that there was no room for bickering.

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Winter Court Land

I participated in the winter competition and won first place. It was on the server I'm playing on. I beat a multiple winner and ruined his winning streak. Of course, I didn't get all the awards, but that's not so important. The main thing is that I enjoyed participating.

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Qwp

So cute

My little vod'iki

Okay so it was definitely time for another clone trooper round-up.

Here's every clone trooper I have as earrings in my shop! Let me know if your fave isn't here, and I'll see what I can do! Shop is here. And don’t forget to use TUMBLR15 at checkout for 15% off most accessories. 😗

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Pictures

In addition, I want to show you some funny pictures that I created myself to amuse myself and my friends on the project. I think it's funny.

Text on the Pictures

Picture 1

-For the sandwiches!!!

Picture 2

-Difficult times create strong kittens

Picture 3

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Jacques Mischief

Let me show off my painted girl from the Senate Commando. There is this miracle on the server in Garry's Mod The Force Conflict, which I have been playing on for quite some time and which, in fact, has become a second home for me.

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This dude is just crazy.

I am always ready to sympathize and empathize with others. It's easy for me to forgive the wrongs that were once inflicted on me. I told him once.: "You're my hobby." I think it's still with me, and it's not a bad thing. On one hand, I even like it. I don't seek enmity. Sometimes I just get bored and want to be on equal terms with someone like him. It's funny that we're both April Aries.

Text on the sketch

-With a shaking hand, he touches the girl's glass of beer with his can of expired energy drink -Confidently knocks a mug of beer against a can of someone else's energy drink, smiling strangely

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Happy birthday to me yesterday! 🥩

A few years later, I was able to celebrate this day in a proper setting. Although at first I thought that I would spend it alone. At the computer. I admit, this holiday has not caused me such joyful excitement for a long time. He became less significant and brighter for me. I was hoping to get congratulations from someone special to me, but it seems he doesn't want to do it anymore. But I'm still waiting, at least "with the past." That's probably how it should be. I deserve it. Yes? I thank everyone who expressed their congratulations to me, it is really valuable to me.

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!!!It's already the 31st today!!!

In fact, the year flew by very quickly, and I didn't even notice how it actually happened, because it didn't seem so long ago that it was August.. It's only been a few weeks, and so much has happened. They say that time flies by with age, and it really seems that way… Honestly, I do not know what awaits me in the new year, but I know for sure that it will be better than this… And anyway, I hope everyone already has a New Year's mood for celebrating with family, loved ones, friends and even kittens!

I would also like to thank my Son separately for agreeing to a New Year's Eve collab with me. I appreciate and kiss him for the delicious picture that we got with him in the end!