Fullbody of my baby boy Nephele I drew as a birthday gift for myself back in august. I love him dearly Here is his toyhouse where you can read a bit about him and look at the amazing original design art of him by @shemeiart - https://toyhou.se/16812194.nephele

Aren't we supposed to be shitting on shitty or pop CS owners? The owner of secati is really nice, I’m pretty sure they mostly do it for fun. There’s a lot of nicer designs as well even if it’s not up to your standards or taste.

they sold that shit for 900$ i dont give a flying fuck closed species is by its very foundations vile and those designs were fucking atrocious

2024

odlazim. dosao je taj oktobar kada me gledas na peronu kako odlazim znajuci da se necu vracati. znas da je to kraj nasoj prici koja, sto je najtuznije od svega, nikada nije ni pocela da bi se sada zavrsila. kroz glavu ti prolaze svi momenti kada sam te molila za mrvu ljubavi dok su ti neke one bile uvek vaznije. prolaze sve one reci kroz koje sam provlacila to da cu ti biti dovoljna. prolazi i onaj jun i onaj nas prolaz, prolazimo i mi kako se drzimo za ruke i setamo ka parku. mnogo vise od prijatelja a mnogo manje od ljubavi. ceka te pismo u kojem pise sve ono sto jedno drugom nismo rekli a itekako smo osecali. cujes skripu tockova na koferu kako glasno odskace od trotoara. to je jedino cega ces se secati kada me vise ne bude bilo u ovom malom nasem gradicu. gledas kako pruzam korak da udjem u autobus iz kog nema povratka. da li bi me pozvao da ostanem sa tobom? da li bih ostala kada bi me pozvao? bi. bih. ali cutimo kao i svih ovih godina u nazad. jak vetar je zajedno sa mnom posao. izvini, svojim odlaskom donosim ti oluju. nije na oblak iako tako izgleda, ali nadam se da ces mi oprostiti. ta oluja je svih ovih godina bila u mom srcu.

NIJESU U PITANJU SAMO SRPSKA DJECA,VEC NA GLOBALNOM NIVOU ZLOUPOTREBA DJECE OD SATANISTA LUCIFERIJADE.

Zlatko Sobot

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IMACU STA DA PRICAM MOJIM UNUCIMA, DEDA VAM NIJE CUTAO, PRIVODILA ME JE POLICIJA, BORIO SAM SE SA SLUGAMA SOTONE, POMAGAO KOLIKO SAM MOGAO, LITRE “O” KRVI SAM DAVAO TUDJOJ DECI, NA ULICU VODIO MOJE SINOVE, IZNOSIO ISTINU, MOLIO LJUDE DA SE PROBUDE. NISAM UZALUDNO BORAVIO NA OVOJ PLANETI. SVE OVE GODINE SU BILE SAMO RAZIGRAVANJE STA SLUGE SOTONE SPREMAJU DECI??? SRBIJA IMA OKO 414.000 DECE, A NEKOLIKO SLUGA SOTONE RADI PROTIV BUDUCNOSTI DECE SRBIJE? TRENUTNO OKO 5 MILIONA SRBA ZAPLASENO CUTI I OKRECE GLAVU OD SVOJE DECE I UNUKA, A MALI BROJ JE U KONSTANTNOJ BORBI SA ZLOM???

Zlatko Sobot

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POENTA KRATKOG ZIVOTA KOJI NAM UZIMA POLITICKA BAGRA. Jeste li ikada razmišljali o tome?

Za 100 godina recimo 2123 godine svi ćemo biti sahranjeni sa rodbinom i prijateljima.

Stranci će živjeti u našim domovima, za koje smo se tako teško borili izgraditi i oni će posedovati sve što danas imamo. Sva naša imovina bit će nepoznata, uključujući i onaj auto na koji smo potrošili bogatstvo, a koji će verovatno biti staro gvozdje, u najboljem slučaju biti u rukama nepoznatog kolekcionara.

Naši potomci, malo ili skoro niko neće znati ko smo bili, niti će nas se secati. Koliko nas poznaje oca našeg dede?

Nakon naše smrti pamtićemo se nekoliko godina, tada ćemo biti samo portret na nečijoj polici za knjige, a nekoliko godina kasnije, naš zivot, naše fotografije i naša dela, otići će u kantu zaborava. Nećemo biti ni uspomene.

Možda bismo jednog dana prestali analizirati ova pitanja, shvatili koliko je neuk i slab san o ostvarenju svega.

Kad bi samo mogli razmišljati o tome, sigurno bi se naši pristupi, naše misli menjali, bili bismo drugačiji ljudi.

Imati sve više i više, bez vremena za ono što je zaista VREDNO u ovom životu. Sve bih to menjao da živim i uživam u šetnjama koje nikad nisam išao, onim zagrljajima koje nikad nismo dali, poljupcima našoj deci i našim najblizim, onim šalama za koje nikad nismo imali vremena. To bi definitivno bili najbolji trenuci za pamćenje, ipak bi nam život ispunili radošću.

A ono što trošimo, pohlepom, pohlepom, netolerancijom, losim ljudima oko nas, politicarima, iz dana u dan, to nam uzima zivot koji curi neprimetno. ( nepoznat autor)

#Söğütlü’de Minderin Tozunu Attırdılar 24-25 Aralık 2022 tarihlerinde Söğütlü Spor Salonunda gerçekleşen “ Sakarya Gençlik ve Spor İl Müdürlüğü, Söğütlü Kaymakamlığı ve Söğütlü Belediye Başkanlığı organizasyonunda gerçekleştirilen ‘‘Merhum Güreş İl Temsilcisi Secati Eker Grekoromen ve Serbest Güreş U-15 İllerarası Güreş Turnuvası’’ büyük bir başarıyla sonuçlandırıldı. https://www.fisiltihaberleri.com/haber/sogutlude-minderin-tozunu-attirdilar-7579.html #spor #FısıltıHABERLERİ  #fitness #istanbul #fit #izmir #ankara #diyet #moda #gym #türkiye #pilates #kiloverme #instagood #antalya #sağlık #ayakkabi #turkey #egzersiz #herbalife #giyim #instalike #instagram #sport #sports #bursa #sağlıklıbeslenme #indirim #yoga #diyetisyen

I yoinked a Secati recently! I think they're neat, and this design called to me. 

This is Nyruch [NEER-ook], AKA Nyru [NEER-oo], goes by he/they pronouns! I'm thinking of plopping them in the Ideation world since that's where a lot of my brainspace is, but we'll see.

See also: Nyru on TH

... Finally I've had my eye on the Secati closed species for a while now and I was overjoyed to hear that I had won the MYO slot from the January Prompt contest (remember? it was thanks to this piece) I sadly couldn't finish it until now, and I'm quite happy with the result! Meet Kal'Najii, the Twilight Stars Secati! 

You can find some facts about her and her background story below

Origin:

The first thing she ever saw was the sunset on the golden sands of the Sahara desert and a memory, the single one she had, flashing before it everytime she blinked.

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She couldn't understand what that meant. She didn't try to, in fact. Her instinct was yelling at her to move. Do something, anything, but not stay there. And so she did. She started to crawl in the warm sand in hopes of reaching the top of one of the dunes, to be able to know where she was, or where she should go. But once she got on top, the only thing she could see was more dunes. Having no other clue, she continued for hours. Eventually, she learned how to walk, even though she kept tumbling down everytime the sand would give in under her weight, but it was better than crawling in it. When the sun came back up, much to her surprise, Kal'Najii continued to walk, although with much more difficulty. Her legs started to ache, a first and bothersome sensation aside from the warm sand. Then her back started to burn with the heat of the midday sun. Later, it's her throat who turned against her and became sore. Life was painful, she thought. She didn't see any reason to stop as long as she was standing, right? Her body led her to an unknown shadow. Now it was her midsection which started to ache, but this soreness was different. It was like a pit in her stomach, that called for something. She started to slow down, sometimes even stopped to dig in the sand, in the hopes of finding what her stomach was calling. But she had the feeling that even if she found something, her sore throat wouldn't let it inside her body. So she continued looking for something to stop the pain. The shadow she has been chasing had disappeared... The day was long and tiresome. Kal'Najii didn't have the strength to walk, and she didn't understand what she should do or where to go. She felt panic for the first time. Despair too. She eventually laid down on the scorching hot sand without a care in the world. ...Hours passed and the sun was setting again. Kal'Najii woke up from slumber once again, but much to her surprise, the pain was still there. She didn't understand her body and grew infuriated, but the cooling air renewed her determination. She walked for hours again, enjoying the coolness against her burnt skin. Her ears deciphered sound she had heard before but didn't care about back then. The sound of life: bodies walking or slithering on the same sand as her. She had no idea how far those things were, but if they were alive, maybe they could ease her pain. She walked and walked again, until the previous sounds were replaced by a new one, unknown to her. She hurried there, where she could see strange new forms sprouting from the ground. When she arrived, there was commotion, loud noises compared to what she's used to. Strange animals with a body and limbs like hers were sitting down together under trees, near a whole full of liquid, where some of the bipedals were crouched. When she arrived, everyone shrieked and backed away from her. True they looked very different, but was she that dangerous looking?

She hadn't noticed her tentacles had slipped out of her slits, slowly waving towards the liquid.

Kal'Najii avoided the humans and went straight for the liquid. It was fresh, fresher than the night air, and her throat demanded it. She drank for the first time in her life, in utter satisfaction. The humans just looked at her, dumbfounded, as she made her way back to them. Calmly, she bowed her head, unable to talk, to thank them for bringing her here. Without the noise they had made, Kal'Najii would still be wandering the world. The humans, that mistook her for a djinn and feared her as such, calmed down too, and offered the tall creature some meat as an offering. Curious, Kal'Najii ate it whole, and once again satisfaction filled her as she felt the meat slide down into her entrails, making a part of the pain in her stomach disappear. She looked at them, demanding another, and another. The humans kept giving, afraid of being eaten instead. After a while, Kal'Najii felt the same exhaustion from the day before, and laid down on the cooling sand, next to her saviors. She lived and traveled with them for a while. As thanks for saving her, she started to protect them from the danger of wilderness and bandits, since she could clearly see she was stronger and bigger than any of them. They later grew fond of the beast themselves, giving her a name and story as a djinn. They believed her tentacles were made from the night sky and stars, that her golden eyes imprisonned rays of the sun, and that her silver mane was made from the moon's light.

About Kal'Najii:

Kal'Najii didn't choose her name, the Bedouin that took her in did. "Najii" comes from "Najima" (نجمة ) meaning "star" in arabic while "Kal" (قال) means "he said". Both those words were shortened and combined to give a poetic name to the creature based on their appearance. One could simply interpret her name as "he talked to the star", but Kal'Najii prefers the more poetic "Star Envoy"

Another interesting thing about her name: Kal'Najii as no defined gender, and it is reflecting in their name, that has both a female (star) and male (he said) part.

As said above, Kal'Najii has no gender but prefers she/her pronouns. She doesn't mind people using they/them or he/him pronouns, but she will take it as a sign of defiance if the person uses he/him constantly when they know her preferred pronouns.

Kal'Najii has no idea of her real origin. She is convinced she is a djinn and feels closer to the humans who taught her how to survive in the desert than anyone else.

She vowed to protect them as long as they stay in the desert, her territory. Her superior strength, vitality and instinct made her a valuable asset against bandits and other dangerous animals they could encounter.

Stealing pallets is not a thing, No one owns pallets, No one owns colours. The accusation that the owner of secati had brought up was design theft, which is blatantly lacking as the designs are far different other than /SIMILAR/. I don't care for either of the species, it is just annoying that people keep claiming pallets, when even looking at the designs and their "copies", the pallets are different. I could find many designs using similar pallets, none can hold an exclusive on colours.

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Did some Secati chibis the first two are mine the last one is lian’s 

Secati belong to shemeiart on DeviantArt

i won a MYO slot a while ago for a closed species and im ashamed to say that ive spent the entire day working on him _( :’3_/  L )

sum portraits of my boi Flo dat triple blep <3 Flo is a secati (closed species by ShemeiArt)

Design Shitting: Secati Edition

I’m low on words. Probably one of the ugliest “alien and magic” hand-wavey humanoid species I’ve seen in awhile. The owner has some sense of how to draw an anatomically convincing humanoid, but then again, they also use bases a lot.

They look like they have a skin disease, which someone paid $100 for. https://deviantart.com/secatimasterlist/art/389-Drought-And-Drowned-910736371

too much detail for shit no one’s going to be willing to draw and then it meshes in on itself because there isn’t much else to break up the noise. it’s nicely done but very poor for an adopt and also seems it was draw with the symmetry tool so it gets that lifeless quality

Those markings are the artist way of saying, “fuck you.“ https://www.deviantart.com/secatimasterlist/art/411-Waterside-Wisteria-915113859

now this is just ugly plain and simple. the lazy overlay on the fur for highlight with the ears twice as long as the head and very short stomach somehow? with huge ass thighs? the fur that falls over the side like a cape but mostly feels like it’d be disgusting to deal with. the absurd amount of tiny little details in the patterns that is too much yet also boring in its contrast. not to mention the color palette is just very unappealing

$400 for something that’s basically 99% shiny texture. https://www.deviantart.com/secatimasterlist/art/365-Grace-Of-Abundance-898033567

the problem in these is that they’re overly rendered for what they are and poorly designed too. it’s the same pattern repeated over and over so that’s why, despite being rendered so much, it’s still a flat, somewhat uninteresting design because there’s not much to feast your eyes on. the red on the face+throat are good but then it’s just this same gold and prismatic colors they meld together and your eyes gloss over them learn how to fucking design.

Look, there’s "alien”, and then there’s “$900 clusterfuck of details and poor contrast”: https://www.deviantart.com/secatimasterlist/art/307-Lost-Navigator-875544181

i took a look and my god this bitch has all the traits. it is once again made from symmetry tool and slightly color shifted. it’s ugly it’s overly designed and still bland all at once.

More shiny abuse: https://www.deviantart.com/secatimasterlist/art/419-Dragon-Oracle-919098057

some things about making designs number one is they have to be nice to look at and this already failed step one. it suffer all the problems of the ones above along with being a very monotonous and overly simple design of just purple and gold if it’s ever drawn again it would lose so much details but those are the main draw to it also so you’d be simplifying something that’s only interesting feature is its complexity. ask yourself if this will look as good in someone else’s style or even sketched or scribbled. too much time rendering pieces that leads to an overly complex design that would be a pain in the ass to draw again while also not being a very good design regardless

All of these are from the species owner. I was going to shit on some of the GA designs but you know what? They aren't that bad. Mediocre, sure, but place them next to Sheimei’s designs and they’re fucking brilliant. Even a lot of the MYOs are passable. In fact, I actually saw a handful I liked.

How embarrassing.

Ne plasi me sto na kraju necu biti s tobom. Ne plasi me sto ce sve ove godine nade postati uzaludne. Ne plasi me sto ce te neka druga voleti vise i bolje nego sto te ja volim. Ne plasi me sto ce sve ovo postati samo jedna uspomena koje cemo se kroz smeh secati za 5 godine. Ustvari da, to me plasi. Plasi me da cu ceo zivot ziveti promasen jer se bojim da nekog volim kao tebe. Plasim se da necu biti u stanju da zavolim nekog onako jako i cisto kao sto volim tebe. Previse se plasim da cu ostati sama sve dok ne vidim tu poruku “ozenio se” . Plasim se zivota bez tebe. Ali ne tebe kao tebe, vec zivota bez emocija prema tebi. Ja ne znam kako izgleda ne voleti te. Ja te volim citavog zivota. Ne znam kakav je osecaj nemati nikakvu emociju prema tebi. Bojim se da saznam ne znam da li cu uspeti da se snadjem u tome. Osecam se sigurno u ovom bolu koji mi pruzas. To je zapravo jedina emocija koju osecam od tebe. Bol. Zasto se onda plasim da zivim bez boli? Ova bol je moja zona komfora. I shvatam da ne zelim da izadjem iz nje. Tako nikad necu prestati da osecam i necu morati da se suocim sa stvarnim svetom. Ovde uopste vise nije rec o tebi. Ovde je rec o meni koja idem protiv sebe u svoju korist. Sve sam umislila…

seriously look at this tailHis legs looks more red than expected but who caresPeeps who enter my current raffle can expect a result like this! Click for his reference and gallery!! :>

Art and character owner (c) me YokaMycelium You cannot repost or use this. Secati species and character design ShemeiArt Feel free to join ArtCore! (Discord) to never miss a streaming, share your art and adertize yourself!

Krupne stvari sam zaboravio, od sitnica cu umreti.

Treba da sam srecan, treba da skacem od poda do plafona kako bi rekli..ali ja sedim sam i pijem. Mrstim se i ljut sam, tuzan i nesrecan. Sta je to u meni sto izaziva toliku nesrecu, sta je to u meni sto me tera van kruga srece? Da li ja srecu ne poznajem, da li je odbijam?Ja sam laz, moj zivot je laz. Zivim, disem i budim se ne znajuci zasto, ne znajuci kako i do kad. Ko sam ja? Sta je moje ja? Pitam se svakodevno ko, sta i zasto? Trazim izlaz i trazim beg. Trazim azil negde gde se necu secati sebe, negde gde bih dobio indentitet, svrhu i odgovor na moja pitanja. Znam da se varam i da to ne postoji, ali kako kazu vazna je nada. Dokle ta "nada" moze da ide, koliko goriva ona ima i kako je ugasiti? Zelim da je ugasim jer me gusi, stvara mi pritisak i cini me ludim. Cini me da se osecam kao da postoji bolje sutra, tera me cak i nekad da se pomolim i da kazem "Pomozi Boze. Uhvatim sebe nekad u krevetu kako se molim i verujem u onog odozgo i zapitam se da li stvarno neko cuje molitve ili je samo to ljudska psiha naterala da mislim da ce nam biti bolje i da postoji onaj odozgo i da nas neko zapravo cuva. Ne, to je laz, da ima boga ja bi odavno bio mrtav, ne bi bilo zivota u meni i ne bi postajala glad i nesreca. Krenuo bih rado u polemiku o Bogu ili onom odozgo, ali samo bih se vrteo u krug jer bih poklapao sebe i doveo bih sebe do jos veceg ludila. Pijan sam, iskren da budem i lepo mi je, ali me pijanstvo i druga pomagala koja treba da me otupe samo ucine jos vise to sto jesam, a to je nesrecan i na granici gde se igram sa cvecem cupajuci latice; "”presuditi sebi ili ne" i tako u krug. Ispravi me ako gresim, ali da li je ovaj zivot metarmofoza ili kako god da se zove stadijum gusenice u leptira. Da li smo mi trenutno gusenice koje kad umru postaju lutke i pretvaraju se u predivne leptire? Zivot kroz oci jedne gusenice? Da li gusenica zna da ona zivi osam dana i da mora da "Umre"i da postane lutka kako bi nasla svoju svrhu i zivela taj jedan ceo dan poput magicnog stvorenja nazvano leptir? Postoji sada problem jer moja dubioza misli nije postojana, ona ima cilj sta hoce i kad krene da koristi sredstva da dodje do njih oni se izmenjaju mali milion puta da na kraju ja izgubim tok misli i pogubim se cak toliko da nekad ni ne znam sta je cilj na kraju bio. Izgubljen sam, mrtav sam, ali disem, budim se i gajim tu jebenu "Nadu". Tok misli izgubljen i vec sam dovoljno pijan da dubioza nestaje i postaje glad jer mozak postaje tup i prepusta scenu stomaku. Toliko od mene u noci hladnoj, pijanoj i usamljenoj sa rasplakanog lica znajuci da cu se sutra probuditi i ziveti.