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You can fight like a krogan, run like a leopard, but you never be better than Ukrainian Shepard…
P.S. I’m alive!
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Well, enough sad things… Here’s one of my old sims!:D Finally dropped him in blender for decent photoshoot. Should I release him on public? + for yes and - for no in comments;)
Epic poses by @helgatisha, awesome hairstyle by @its-adrienpastel, choker by @pralinesims, transparent top by @ts4eve , pants and harness with gloves by me;3
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Testing@its-adrienpastellatest goodies, running away from reality into endless bliss and coziness^^
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Testing some cool hairstyles by @goamazons on ma boys! And having some excuses to create more boys!:D
Poses by @helgatisha, outfits by @plazasims,@strangestorytellersims, The Sims 4
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Date Night; cocktail edition by @moonsonnetand@itsmariejanel
For this challenge you can pick your story characters, gameplay sims, or any random sims!! get them dressed up! and boom! lights! camera! action!
I was tagged by @qrqr19! Thank you for taking me out of my gloomy mood, sweetheart^^ I was so excited to make this challenge with my beautiful babies. I dressed them up in some dramatic fantasy entourage. You know this stuff: forbidden love, secret and dangerous dates at nights, war between their nations and all such… I even found some dramatic music to accompany them!
Awesome hair by @goamazonsand@qrqr19, amazing outfits by @plazasimsand@lunanelfeah. I tag: @glammoose,@its-adrienpastel,@tbojlv,@tzuhu,@kazuaru,@simstrouble,@simsjerry,@happylifesims,@solori,@aoihana2510
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As a kid I had an imaginary friend. I named him Cold Ice. Which is rather silly, I know. But mind that I’m Ukrainian and English doesn’t sound domestic for me. Cold Ice was a main character of my stories and someone I can talk to at the same time. Obviously, it was a figment of my imagination. Nosferatu the fallen angel and whatever else he was - such romantic combination you can only pick when you’re 14. Oh, did I say “he”? It’s not quite correct, though, since Cold Ice doesn’t have any gender.
Did you have imaginary friends?
Outfit by @plazasimsand@strangestorytellersims, staff by @storybookhawke, hair by @simstrouble, genetics by @obscurus-sims,@remussims, wings by @magnolia-c
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Dug up my old art peace from Urban David pose pack and decided to redo it. 5 years between these two!:D
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“Tell me a lie, pretty little lie
So I could feel alive”,
I asked him when we met
“I love you,” he replied,
And dropped me dead.
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Poem by @goamazons
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☠️ Poison ☠️@ladykendalsims said everyone should show off their sims in this. I was already planning and working on this before that but well here enjoy this! lol
⬇️ Before and after skin shaders ⬇️
Exact same pose, exact same camera position, almost exact same lighting, one is slightly darker, but as you can see, it alter not only skin texture but the way shadows work and just YES just yes!
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Ukrainians will understand…
December 2021
Agnieszka: Join the army? What, me? Are you crazy?
February 2022
Agnieszka: Give me that Javelin!
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In for a penny, in for a pound
Agnieszka dreamily: If you had to choose between the prettiest boy in our school and all the money I have, what would you take?
Hecta: And how much have you got?
Agnieszka looks into her purse: Um… only few pennies.
Hecta: I’d take the money.
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Tuesday, 7 September
Mr Bertie is a stinky sneaker of a teacher. He told Daddy about my low grades, and now I am the lazy bun and total shame on all my bun kin. NO SIMS, NO SWEETS, and NO LIFE until I read all those books. Ow! I’m buried alive under the library! I feel like yelling at him, “I’m fifteen! Too old for reading Dickens. I have too much adult staff to deal with.” Well, mostly sewing dresses for my dolls and playing Sims, but the adult potential is there, I sense it!
He left me locked in his study with THREE books as big as bricks and the laziest bum Tom to guard my studying. Luckily, my cat is more interested in his own tail to catch rather than reading about dirty, smelly London streets. I read five pages of Oliver Twist and felt like puddling in the nasty gutter. Is that what they want me to learn from the author?
It’s nothing new. My life is FULL of nastiness, i.e.:
1. That ugly under-the-skin pimple on my forehead will never face the light of day but brood in the labyrinths of my brains for the next twelve years.
2. If I don’t read one million pages on how hard it is to live in Dickens’ head, I may never see the light of day either.
3. I am having a test in six days and I’m certain Mr Bertie is going to fit in the most sadistic questions to watch us suffer, like Oliver Twist did.
4. And I don’t even have a tail like Tom’s to play busy till the Kingdom comes. Ow!
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September, 9
Damnville
Dear Dad,
Are you reading this holding something liquid and fragile in your hand? YOU BETTER PUT IT DOWN FIRST. I’m about to swipe you off your feet with completely, utterly ridiculous news.
Okay, *cracks her knuckles* You are safely footed, right? In a battle horse stance, I hope. Right-o. Coz guess what, I AM A MODEL! (You still breathing?)
It all started with Agnieszka having her *BRILLIANT IDEA* of getting rich and famous by simply being pretty. Then Amazons jumped into the warrior model campaign to get her into the spotlight. We hunted for agents on Dress Show Live in La Terra the other day and one obviously blind one took my insect persona for walking fashion and style.
I mean, shiver me thimbles, me, a model?? The closest I ever got to painting faces and dressing up in anything other than my old jeans was in drama lessons. When I played an aspen tree.
Ma threatened to give those jeans to charity but was too afraid the poor kids would run away screaming. She so misses the point! My jeans are NOT GOING ANYWHERE. They are my cosmic mega soulmate that stands it all for the sake of our sacred union. I don’t give two hoofs how ugly they sag and fray and people start accusing me of being a LESBIAN BOY. Inner beauty is all that matters, right? RIGHT? So unless they break in two on my very ass, I stand by and fend off the pink glittery wand of fashion with my wild jeansed leg. Ha. Ha!
Well, not anymore. I got hit-n-run by real blimey AGENT, promising a holy grail in my pockets and a label of a world beauty stuck to my forehead. For the record, Cap, it’s not really my looks with buckets of Ma’s stupendous ginger DNA, but Oliver’s ideaof an alien mantis on the magazine cover. He aches for bloody revolution crushed at the entire yoghurt fed baby-doll industry of fashion. Oliver is “a model minstrel” as he introduced himself to Ma, “in search of extraordinary poems among the dull prose of mob.” And Ma said I was rather a kids’ rhyme coz I was fifteen FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. What did he even think about!
“My daughter is NOT selling her dignity to your devil’s magazines!” she cried. Then Oliver said how much the devil pays for that. She blinked and, in a perfectly steady voice, asked to add a few numbers. “As a cherry on top of the cake,” she smiled. “Not for Carmina, of course. She’s on a strict diet now, aren’t you, sweetie?” Drop me dead.
You can’t say NO to Ma and keep the planet turning, so there I was, sitting in front of the mirror trying hard not to breathe. The makeover lady bustled around like a busy bee while I did what I do worst — held still. She glued the second layer of lashes on top of mine and shaped my hair into a fence-on-fire blast, so now I looked like that crazy club Groot from Guardians of the Galaxy.
“Well, at least they didn’t dress you in bikini,” Hecta cheered me up with her broken brow line.
We vexed my Christmas tree outfit in the mirror and cracked with laughter. The glittery balls and tinsel pinned to the emerald ruffles tingled alone, and I rattled like one giant baby toy. Then, more busy bees rushed in and our faces dropped, coz
a) Hecta was supposed to be my over-eighteen y. o. chaperone, i. e. so deadpan serious milk goes bad in miles around. And
b) they brought the shoes. Blimey. Not even shoes, NINE INCH FEET WEAPONS!
“How do I walk in THIS!” I cried as I ventured a few crab steps, “How does anyone walk in this?”
“People dance on the rope too,” Hecta said.
“It’s not helping, Heck. The only way I can get in these on camera is to hop it all on my head. Do you think they can give me Kung Fu stuff for balance?”
No chance. They didn’t even give me A MINUTE to totter it out. Scooped me up like spruce from the placid wilderness and threw under the fireworks of Christmas tohubohu. The photographer was a bossy black woman with a ferocious crop of purple hair, a tanker body and the voice of an organ. I wasn’t the only one tested for the set. I figured out other victims with drag queen faces, and they all looked like Purple Hair Bulldog had sniffed their fear off and bit half their souls for that.
I toddled out to the spot where the people with tablets pushed me, with the face of a spartan soldier going for the battle to die in. Oliver thumbed me up from behind the photographer, and Hecta cried, “Break a leg!” from behind the painted clouds curtain. Which wasn’t as SUPPORTING as bloody PROPHETIC coz the next very moment I bashed into one of those one-eyed lamps on a leg and knocked it down. My Christmas tree dress wobbled like a ship dinging alone while the entire fashion host in the room yelled a yell of a burning jungle.
“What the hell is she doing?” Photographer cried like I wasn’t even there. “Get her the umbrella!”
The umbrella swept into my hand sharpish. The dude on a hybrid of a tractor-helicopter machine switched the fan on and it farted tinsel on top of my Groot head.
“Move, Christmas, MOVE!” Photographer commanded in a voice of a giant crushing Olympians.
I gazed around in search of a living Christmas, then realized it was me and, “HOLLY SHIT, this is real.” I hit my best tribal butt dance with a jolly Tarzan cry coz my heart drummed for it, stilettos begged for it and coz hell knows what else models do there. By the thundering gaggle from the fake-faced girls, I knew it was a blasting success, so it struck me as a complete surprise why Miss Shooter stopped clicking her camera and goggled back mouth open. “What the f…”
Then I had this stark *BRILLIANT IDEA* of doing Kung Fu form and lashed my leg up, wacked another lamp and ended up on the floor with it in an amorous embrace. Everyone crushed to pieces again about killing lamps and kid models. Makeover bees buzzed around and Hecta helped me stand up, not entirely the same person I was before, but desperate to kick these shoes back to where they belong — bloody CIRCUS.
“What’s your name, Christmas?” Photographer boated up to me, hands on hips.
“It’s Carm…”
“Listen up, girl. This is a speedy and serious business, okay? We’re not nursing crackers here. You need to be quick and creative, but serious.”
“I’d love to, ma’am,” I said and blew a clod of tinsel off my eye, “but these shoes.”
“What about shoes?” she stared at my feet and probably saw comfy sneakers instead.
“Well, er…” Think! Think quick. “Christmas trees are barefoot, ma’am.”
She eyed my shoes again and said, “All right. If that saves the rest of my lamps, take them off. And show me your true self.”
Blimey, I just did, and she said I was crackers. Okay, maybe I wasn’t that convincing. I threw stilettos off and took my battle stance. This is gonna be fun. I jumped and rolled around the stage, kicking and punching and yelling HIYAAA! flashing with my emerald shorts like the flag of freedom. I totally killed it and send it all to Kung Fu heaven. So ha! When I slapped the fist at my palm and bowed, closing my performance, nobody moved or laughed. Not even Photographer who failed to take a single shot.
“Well?” I asked panting. “Can I go now?”
They said DEFINITELY. And never. EVER. Come back. Yep, that was the end of my illustrious career, Dad, and drop me dead how lucky I am to get away with my life. Though it was a little sad too when Oliver cried all over my “poetic” hair and quite successfully watered my Groot.
“Do you think it means I’m useless?” I asked Hecta on the bus back home when the dust settled and I sensed like my Shaolin power screwed all up again. And she said into her e-book, “You kidding me? That was a phenomenal scoop. They crapped their pants at your Seven Star Fist.”
“But was I pretty, at least?” Maybe, I did miss something.
Hecta lowered her phone and stared at me. “Dude, you looked like a baby whore.”
Nope. Nothing missed. What’s the point of being pretty and photogenic if you can’t kick your leg? I would rather play actual trees and in proper pants and be ugly all I like coz it’s like my natural, original sin born before the Big Bang turned chaos into order and divided all to pretty and not.
The only trouble is… I need to give Ma the bills for broken lamps. And live.
Fingers crossed.
Your modelSkipper
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Haunted
“Ghosts aren’t real,” Agnieszka says as she lights a candle in my attic. Carmina peeks under the covered mess of broken furniture and blast-sneezes, sending a cloud of dust dancing in the air.
“Of course, they are real,” I huff and place my bum on one of the old chairs. “What do you think you’ll do after you die?”
“I’ll go straight to heaven,” Agnieszka murmurs, keeping an eye on the shimmering shadows cast by the candlelight.
“I’d better go to hell,” Carmina beams. “If demons offer infinite pleasures, their homeland must be a treasure island!”
“Nobody goes anywhere,” I state. “Your heavens and hells are right here, in this world. There is no another. We are haunt…”
All of a sudden, the chair crushes under me. I flop on the floor, and we yell like freaking psychos.
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Staff!
After weeks of daily kung-fu practice, Carmina cried, “Look how masterly I swing my staff!” and hit her head and lamp.
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Why!
Agnieszka: Why doesn’t he ever ask me out!
Me: Why, you hate him, you’ll send him to hell anyway.
Agnieszka: So? He could have at least tried.
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These two badass women…
Frau hair/Kylie hair by us. Outfits and weapons by @plazasims,@studio-k-creation and Razon. Amazing skin by @thisisthemand@ba-kalia!
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Airplane (Blender Scene) #9
If you downloaded this scene before 3 /12/22 you will need to delete and redownload. I forgot to embed the textures. It’s been updated and Fixed now! Sorry for the inconvenience
Out Now for Public
