I’m at 268, and haven’t slept since my last weigh in. This little piggy hasn’t done 💩
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Ignore the breasts. Or don't. 🤷
I love how muscular I'm looking here, at the same time as having such a soft and squishy belly. 🥰
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Imagine you are Lady Jessica. You’re bred and trained all your life to help create the prophesied “savior” of the world. In a mix of your own pride and love for the child’s father, you bear that savior. But it’s too early. Those who trained you say he is not the one. And because of it he’s in danger. You then must travel to a place that only wants to kill you, and nearly succeeds in the process. The only way to live, the only way your son lives, is to ensure that the prophecy becomes true. That your son really is that savior. So you do, you make it true, because it has to be true. You force fate. He doesn’t die. Hundreds die. Then thousands. Now millions. Your son is not only alive, but the emperor of the known universe. Worshiped like a god because you made him a god, and did it so well you convinced yourself of his divinity, his prophecy. He is near mad with every possible future laid before him, regrets and blood stain his hands. But he is alive. Wasn’t it all worth it? Was it?
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This is a mess.
I need clamps and a cordless screw driver.
Nonetheless. I made something.
Got some palettes that I'm stripping. Can make few of these to practice the shape.
Learnt enough to be annoyed into finding another method.
Had fun.
6/10 do recommend. Will try again.
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