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  • 01/22/18--13:58: broken like me
  • BROKEN

    "I like that you're broken, broken like me.
    Maybe that makes me a fool.
    I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.
    I could be lonely with you."
    - lovelytheband

    ARTIST COMMENTS
    This is the amazing Aurelia for cammyandbaylee for winning COTM on the Rift this month!! She's a fiery, no hecks given kind of girl that'll go out and burn the world if she could! I'm overall extremely pleased with this manip. Everything came together so well that I almost didn't even have to worry about anything other than photoshop losing it's mind while it was loading lmao. Other than that, I wanted to try and portray her in a bit of a darker view since most of her art is light and happy looking, I figured she could use some that showed a bit more of her sad side. Anyway, I hope you like it Baylee! It was a blast to do and I'm so happy that I could do the art for her <3

    This is only to be used by me or Baylee!

    CREDIT
    Dragster 102
    Ibis #98
    Dirt Charge 2 PNG & Dirt Charge PNG
    Hanging Branches 02 PNG..
    background

    as always, thanks to the stock providers for making this happen!!

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  • 01/22/18--14:20: Shyla Benz 3

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  • 01/22/18--14:20: Deed Is Done

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  • 01/22/18--14:18: First Night

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    Warning: Dark content ahead...

    For one brief moment Kara Zor-El, former heroine and current lesbian sex slave had hope. Her sister Alex had discovered her predicament, defeated the Domme’s who’d been sent to enslave her and was now searching for her sister. Surely she would soon be free, surely the nightmare would soon be over.

    But it was not to be; perhaps if Alex had found her an hour, a day, even a week after she vowed to do so, it would have been enough but it wasn’t. Alex did not come and Kara’s brief moment of elation at seeing her sister on that screen led her captors to conclude that she was trying to defy them.

    That wasn’t entirely too far from the truth but Kara was only planning to fight back in her mind, knowing she had to obey to avoid even worse suffering before rescue came. However since her captors had her gagged she could not tell them this even if she’d wanted to and so they concluded she was trying to rebel.

    Within minutes she was dragged  back down into the red light flooded cell that had become her home, and then she was strapped back into the terrible VR device that had been used to break her in the first place (echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…).

    By now she’d been pleading for mercy, pleading that she was a good slave even as she was gagged once again. She begged to be allowed to serve, her hope of freedom crushed by the fear of what was to come. It did her no good as the torment of her “training” began all over again.

    Although she hadn’t known it at the time that day of hope had been the 35th since her capture, and for the next thirty five her life became a combination of VR suffering and RL service. She could not keep track of time in the dark or in the cell where the lights were never turned off but her life soon became a blur of suffering.

    First came the torment of the “training” images flooding her mind as her slave suit alternated between pleasure and pain and the rules of her service were repeated over and over again.  Then came real life, as she was made to repeat the rules over and over again, a single mistake would earn her a whipping, or nipple clamps, or any of a hundred other torments her captors could come up with.

    Getting it right meant she had to orally service the entire group of Domme’s and bring all of them to orgasm within a set time frame. Failing to do this got her another whipping, or her clit tortured, or if they were bored it just saw her shoved back in the machine.

    Success saw the Kryptonian slave (who was always very horny by that point) being granted the release of orgasm by her captors fingers. She would then be required to do it all over again…

    After a month of this Kara was no longer the obedient sub she had been turned into, instead she was little more than a machine, able to do nothing but obey the commandments of her mistress’s. Her mind had been so thoroughly broken by this routine of torment that all she could do was obey, she had no free will of her own, and only one desire, to serve and to earn the reward of the orgasm.

    When she was finally removed from the machine she eagerly threw herself into her service. She mastered the duster gag in a day, and was soon leaving every surface spotless. She did not flinch when the gag was replaced with an ashtray attachment and she was made to breathe her captors second hand smoke, and she quickly mastered walking in slave heels while carrying heavy drinks on a tray buckled round her waist and supported by nipple clamps.

    In short Kara had become an eager slave, so desperate to avoid returning to hell that she would subject herself to any purgatory to do so. This went on for two weeks as her captors enjoyed both their triumph over the fallen heroine and revenge by proxy on her sister who had captured those sent to capture her.

    Kara sometimes overheard them talking about Alex in hushed voices, but she always tried to ignore those conversations. She told herself good slaves did not eavesdrop, but the truth was she didn’t want to think about it. She sometimes wondered if her memories of being a hero were even real or had she sprung fully formed into the hell that her captors had made for her. It hurt to think about the past to remember what it meant to be respected, loved, or even feared.  Superslave had none of this, she was simply an owned object, a toy for her captors to use as they pleased and in any case she knew Alex wasn’t coming.

    Surely if she was she would have come long ago?  Perhaps that transmission hadn’t even been real, perhaps Alex had been taken at the same time she was, broken as she was and then forced to make that transmission to get Kara to react. Perhaps it had all been a trick to reveal that she was not as she appeared, had not yet been the broken and abject slave she knew she had finally become…

    On the fifteenth day she was finally allowed to rest, dressed in her first “uniform” and with the red sun emitters in place inside the suit she was roped up and suspended in a brightly lit room able to do nought but hang in her ropes and look at the world outside she would never be part of again.

    She slowly spun in her bondage the soft but tough rope digging into her body but causing her to make no effort to resist. She was so tired and the tight harness supported her in all the right places, while her gag was nothing and it was almost a relief not to walk in high heels. Instead she slowly spun and tried to rest and she awaited her next inevitable period of “service.”

    She knew exactly when that would be because a countdown clock hung on one wall. It had started at three hours and had now ticked down to just over thirty minutes. Above it another counter listed the days since her enslavement, 82.

    82, she was surprised the number was so low, it felt like an eternity when she’d been trapped in that virtual world or sucking pussy over and over and yet she somehow knew it was the truth. What reason did her captors have to lie? It wasn’t as if breaking in less than three months didn’t make this any less horrible, if anything it made it worse. That she had become this so quickly, yet she could not ignore the evidence of her own eyes.

    She’d been captured on Halloween as the leaves turned and now she could see a cold bright winter’s day out the window she’d been permitted the use of. The cold sun offered no warmth or power to her now and so she turned to look at the rest of the room.

    She felt a knot in her stomach as she turned to face the proof that her life hadn’t always been slavery and suffering, her noble former uniform set up on a shop window dummy.  She shuddered as she looked at the beautiful dress, remembering for a moment soaring to the edge of space; now she could not even free herself from a simple network of ropes.

    Beside it was a blown up copy of her “slave contract” the crude signature of “KARA” mocking her while a plaque on the wall beside that reminded her that “You are here forever.” A sob escaped Kara’s gag and she swung away staring at the blank wall on the far side of the room.

    She didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think, didn’t really want this rest break, because when she wasn’t working or suffering she could do nothing but think about what had happened to her. She had to think about the way slavery had felt so good, how servicing a woman with her tongue had become second nature to her, how she had gone from a free woman to an abject and all but willing slave…

    She thought of Alex again, why had she promised to save her if that was a promise she could not fulfil, why had she mocked the demons in that transmission, because that mockery had  only made Kara’s suffering worse for no gain.

    Perhaps Kara had been right after all? Perhaps it was all fake and Alex was already a slave as well? She thought of her adopted sister tied up as she was, gagged as she was or perhaps in a 69 with her. Kara knew it was wrong but then she’d always had feeling for her sister which was why she’d denied her own sexuality for so long until forced to embrace it. She wanted to believe Alex was still fighting for her but it was so hard to believe in anything any more…

    Suddenly she was snapped out of her dark daydreams by loud shouts and what sounded like…gunfire. Desperately she swung in her bondage trying to see what was happening but then a door swung open and an angel appeared before her.

    “KARA!” Alex Danvers screamed as she ran into the room, dropping her assault rifle so its sling hung over her body and racing towards her long lost sibling. Kara almost orgasmed as she saw that Alex was wearing the latest form fitting combat armour which showed off her perfect body. “Oh  Kara, I’m so sorry, the captives wouldn’t talk, they kept moving you around…oh God I’m so sorry!”

    Kara just looked at her, not sure what her sister was apologising for even as she felt hope long supressed soar within her, Alex had come to save her, she was going to be free… But after so long did she even know what that meant? Could she even be the woman she’d been? And god Alex was so hot!

    “Kara, Kara say something,” Alex begged and then suddenly her frown turned to a thin smile as she realised what she could smell, “Yeah I always wanted you as well but let’s get you down from here before we have rescue sex,”

    Kara blushed even as something nagged in her tortured mind, this all seemed to easy…to easy!

    “RLEX DIT DAY DRAP!” she screamed into the gag but she was one second to late as Alex took a further step forwards. There was a sudden hissing sound and then the doors swung closed and locked and before Alex could properly react both women heard a hissing noise and began to cough.

    Oh God don’t punish me! Kara screamed in her mind as the knockout gas sent both women into the land of nod…

    TO BE CONTINUED…

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    And so after a brief intermission we return to Kara's hellish ordeal as a sex slave of lesbian slavers. Finally it seems Alex has come to rescue her sister but is it to late to stop Kara's transformation into a broken submissive and has Alex only handed herself to the enemy. Find out in the next exciting part of this ongoing story...

    This one's been kicking my ass for a month but I finally got image and story where I wanted them to be and I hope people continue to enjoy it. I don't know how many more parts there will be of this but I hope to get part seven done pretty soon, although for now I intend to alternate between Enslaving Supergirl and other works. 

    Until next time...

    Previous parts:
    Part 1: echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…
    Part 2: echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…
    Part 3:echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…
    Part 4: echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…
    Part 5: echotango151.deviantart.com/ar…
    Part 6: You are here...
    Supergirl archive: echotango151.deviantart.com/ga…


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  • 01/22/18--14:01: half girl 83

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    Nearing the end of his transformation, a compliant Blimp accepts what's to come as the scientists finalize their plans...

    Page 12 is here:

    belly577.deviantart.com/art/Po…

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    Fulfilling a request. :)

    WORDS:

    I woke up looking up to a White Ceiling and some other clothes or something in my peripheral vision and as I tried to get up and move I realised I couldnt. I was stuck and tried to call out, only to realise I could not speak either.

    My mouth felt like it was held open and alls I could smell was a stale smell of... what could be described as shoe odor. Starting to panic I tried to look more at my surroundings and I quickly realised I was in my sisters room... Sophies room.

    Thats when it hit me... I remembered sneaking into Sophies room and trying to steal one of her trainers again.. I couldnt help it... and then I was.. I am in the same position of her room that the Trainer was... no...

    Thats when Sophie entered the room and I felt her walk around the room like she was a giant causing earthquakes with just her footfalls. I was in complete terror as I felt her draw closer and look over me.

    “Little bit stuck are we Charlie?”

    She .. she knew I was the one stealing her trainers? I was stunned. She had a wicked smile on her face as she bent down and picked me up, bringing me up to a mirror and showing me my new form. It was awful, I already had inprints on my insole and the smell felt even worse after seeing the already present stains of the Trainer.

    “My friend told me having a human shoe gives you a boost so I decided that you get to pay me back for all the shoes youve stolen. Enjoy this you pervert.”

    She dropped me on the floor painfully and slowly edged her giant foot over me and as it loomed there I saw how perfectly smooth it was and clean.. perhaps it wouldnt be all bad. Oh how I was wrong. As soon as she entered me I felt like I was suffocating and being crushed by a truck. Maybe if I behave and help her with her race she’ll let me go. I swear Sophie I’ll never steal your shoes again!

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  • 01/22/18--14:56: Perfect Seat

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    **for fifa2010.deviantart.com/

    Have I said before that we can't get enough of Kimmy's mouth silenced, especially when we layer the sticky duct tape over those juicy lips of hers. 

    I know fifa2010 will agree w/ my opinion...how bout u?

    Ur thoughts?

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  • 01/22/18--15:49: march of autumn
  • im not creative with titles okay leaVE mE AlonE 
    also i dont like this even tho it took fucking forever


    background:
    unsplash.com/@aaronburden

    horse: mine bitchesssSSSs 

    wings: im pre sure they are mine

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    here they are at another great attraction of denmark i been there many times it is located south of city of Nykøbing Mors, Denmark
    Loud house -> chris savino

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    Autor: Angel Fernández (Ryztal Fernández)

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  • 01/22/18--17:30: RWBY Chibi The Movie
  • Another Meme based on RWBY Chibi's S3 Teaser image, hope ya like it!

    If you ask me why WB's logo is in there, the answer is simple, if the movie goes to cinemas, i think Warner Bros. is the perfect candidate to support a white humor series like RWBY Chibi.

    RWBY Chibi :iconbelongsplz: Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum

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  • 01/22/18--16:20: Shyla Benz 4

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  • 01/22/18--16:19: Love Flies
  • Quick dark work :heart:

    Skeletons--wolverine041269.deviantart.com…

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  • 01/22/18--17:37: Ryan Newman Endorsement
  • Um, I'll buy whatever supplements she's been using...

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  • 01/22/18--17:31: faux tales
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  • 01/22/18--17:29: Comm: Iolanta (Again!)
  • Woo, slowly but surely working my way through the lists. Another piece for this lovely lady! Iolanta is owned by the marvelous CountryGirl1991, and spoiler alert, this manip is owned by her as well! That means you are not allowed to use, alter, reupload anywhere, or claim as your own!

    STOCK:
    Wolf: CastleGraphics 
    Background: somadjinn 

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  • 01/22/18--16:50: Vore 135

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  • 01/22/18--16:48: Vore 133

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  • 01/22/18--16:53: Vore 137

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  • 01/22/18--16:49: Vore 134

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  • 01/22/18--16:08: Once I Was 7 Years Old
  • "Once I was seven years old my momma told me
    Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
    Once I was seven years old

    It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
    Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
    By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
    Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

    Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
    Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely
    Once I was eleven years old

    I always had that dream like my daddy before me
    So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
    Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
    'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

    Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
    Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
    Once I was twenty years old

    I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure
    'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
    I got my boys with me at least those in favor
    And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later

    Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
    I was writing about everything, I saw before me
    Once I was twenty years old
    Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
    We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming
    Soon we'll be thirty years old

    I'm still learning about life
    My woman brought children for me
    So I can sing them all my songs
    And I can tell them stories
    Most of my boys are with me
    Some are still out seeking glory
    And some I had to leave behind
    My brother I'm still sorry

    Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
    Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
    I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
    I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month

    Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
    Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
    Soon I'll be sixty years old
    Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
    Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
    Soon I'll be sixty years old

    Once I was seven years old, momma told me
    Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
    Once I was seven years old."

    "7 Years Old" by Lukas Graham

    So my cat, Clyde, died last night and here's a drawing of him and Crystal playing in the yard. (Yes, Wolfcrystal is based off of a real cat) So, now Clyde and her are somewhere playing in StarClan. Crystal and Clyde were great friends, they never fought, they just played. I know they were playing because they didn't try to kill each other like Luna and Khloe. I tried to draw this as in like a memory kind of way or something but... idk.

    You are NOT to use these cats in any way unless it's for a commission, request, art trade, or gift.
    Simple Copyright Banner + Plz Buttons by Drache-Lehre


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    Graphic by BeMyOopsHi - ghostomlinson on Wattpad.

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  • 01/22/18--18:49: Marge Tickles Lois

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  • 01/22/18--14:19: Bella Obeys
  • slavebella
    true stories are the best stories

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  • 01/22/18--15:52: StoneBridges2
  • Bullet; Red COPYRIGHT NOTICE Bullet; Red

    Copyright ©2018 Euselia. All Rights Reserved.

    My artwork may not be edited or modified in any way! (no crop, edit, tube, use for bloglayouts, 
    icons, website layouts, incredimail layouts tags or anything along those lines). 

    Journal Graphic-Bar 1 by Momma--G

    Bridge: www.freeimages.com  SXC.hu [309693] | photoXpress [1950] (closed)
    You can find this image here: stock.adobe.com/se/search?filt…
    Rest: Mix from www.pixabay.com

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  • 01/22/18--18:51: Marge Tickles Beth Smith

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  • 01/22/18--16:20: Goodbye
  • Giantess

    It started about a month ago. I was a normal sized man with a normal family. I had a job, loving wife and kids. I was the king of my domain.

    That all changed once I caught SV...aka shrinking Virus. I remember the day they told me. Everyone was devastated.

    All we could do was wait. It might happen slow, it might happen all at once. In my case I shrank half my hight the first night. Next day I was taken to the hospital.

    It was humiliating having to look up to everyone and carried like a child. The hospital gave my wife a container, saying that if I get to small to put me in the container. When we got home we went to bed.

    I woke to a nightmare. I must of fallen out of my bed during the night. I looked up at the now gigantic bed. The space between the bed and the floor was already building size to me but that wasn't the worse part.

    Suddenly, I felt the ground shake. A loud thunderous boom came from the other side of the bed. "Honey!?" My wife called "Oh god! He shrank again, HONEY!" She frantically ran to my side of the bed completely unaware I was running for my life at her feet.

    "Babe! I'm down here!" My voice wouldnt even reach past her ankle. Her simple light steps were enough to make me trip.

    Suddenly she starts to cry and collapses on the ground. I quickly run up to her but stop myself as I noticed something. I was no longer a man... I was a bug to her now. Something she could step on and never feel a thing. I am now the thing she sweeps out the door confusing me with dirt. I could try and get her attention but I would be crushed in the process. Tears ran down my face. Her toes were the size of buildings.

    I looked up at her one last time and waved goodbye to my once equal lover but now my predator.




    Hey! If you're new check out my shop!

    www.mantworld.com/shop/

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  • 01/22/18--17:26: Rowan gagged

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  • 01/22/18--18:50: Marge Tickles Francine Smith

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  • 01/22/18--17:26: Peyton list gagged

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  • 01/22/18--16:48: Vore 132

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  • 01/22/18--19:00: Two broke girls tickled

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  • 01/22/18--16:52: Vore 136

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    MORE ARIEL SPAM! YAY!

    The face she made for that scene was so perfect in so many ways. It's almost like the animators wanted us to use it XD

    This is from the last panel of the Kaa and Ariel Comic I just did.

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    This is an alternate version of another shot I had done several years back, this one featuring the lovely Zooey Deschanel.

    NOTE:  The material displayed above is a parody, a farce, a fabrication based solely on the artist's imagination and constitutes no factual representation of the public figure(s) it would seem to portray.  Any characters used are the intellectual property of their owners and are hereby used solely for the purpose of fan-based fiction and artistic expression. The artist does not condone nor constitute the abuse, denigration, or harassment of women and/or men.

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  • 01/22/18--18:59: Two broke girls tickle
  • “WAIT! But you just bought me that pedicure”

    “Exactly”

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  • 01/22/18--16:40: DAK Amputee Diaper

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  • 01/22/18--19:04: Cherry Breeze
  • Dedicated to the wonderfully sweet Alimera Hope you enjoy my friend!

    Stock Credits
    Background:fav.me/d4x50u1
    Model:fav.me/d5mru63
    Path:www.pngmart.com/image/35249
    Chinese Lanterns:fav.me/d2oh01h
    Grass:Snowy Grass and Plants Pack
    Pavilion:Cut-out stock PNG 35 - Chinese tower
    Bench:fav.me/d32jkpv
    Lantern Light:fav.me/d516e7w
    Texture:fav.me/d5yuiqe
    Hair:fav.me/d1l12f2fav.me/d3l6uto
    Petals:fav.me/d67ymbbfav.me/d1dsmeu

    Anything else used is from my own personal stock collection

    Copyright Tag for Deviants 3 by rclarkjnr
    Please ask for permission if you'd like to use any of my creations. Only
    because I'd like to know how far it travels. Otherwise; so long as you ask
    ahead of time, credit me and leave a link to my page and the original
    graphic-- the usage of my work shall be permitted with honors.

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  • 01/22/18--19:07: Pure Heart of Miss-Prime
  • Request by :iconzalivka:. This is her pure heart.

    Base by :iconmaster-of-senshi:

    :iconstopplz:  :icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:  Police  :police:

    READ ME!!!
    Do NOT copy, trace, edit or repost this artwork. Please respect my work and my copyright. Thank you for your honesty!!!


    Nobody's playing "copycat" here. OHHH, no. Others have their ways of making these things and I have mine.

    And don't YOU play copycat, either! No copying, no editing, no tracing, no reposting...no NOTHING of ANY use of this without my permission! I worked HARD on these and NO ONE is going to take this away from me!


    And NO unkind comments! I can't draw, I don't have Photoshop, so I have to make do with what I CAN do! We can't all be perfect.

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  • 01/22/18--17:50: Raiding the Wrong Tomb

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    I'm kinda proud of this

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  • 01/22/18--20:13: I want to know more
  • All images by me.

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  • 01/22/18--18:57: Two broke girls tickled

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  • 01/22/18--18:32: Dove
  • Model :icondove-stock: (deasctivated account)
    Wings :iconbirdsatalcatraz: Painted grey wing by Birdsatalcatraz
    forest :iconat-stock: AT-Stock Forest57 by At-Stock
    hair brush :icontrisste-stocks: Hair Part 2 by Trisste-stocks

    Thanks
    Thanks for +fav
    Do not use my work under any circumstances without my permission! My work does not belong to the public domain. My work may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any form without my permission ! And I dont allow any kind of letters, tags or tubes making of my artwork. For other questions, please contact me


    You are not allowed to reproduce, copy, modify or use any of my works unless you have my written authorization.

    Featured art 
    cocoon by jiajenn

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  • 01/22/18--19:45: I wish I was
  • Made for short challenge #44 on the-imaginarium.deviantart.com…

    Model  Silhouette 6
    Fairy  Forest Fairy - Stock 6
    BG  Background 21
    hanging branches  Bougainvillea 04
    bench  Woods spot
    Lantern  Windlight1
    sparkle brush  Star Brushes
    rain brush  Rain Brushes
    water drops  Water Drops Stock 
    water drops   Drops
    Rain splash  Pre-made Splashes- .PNG
    pattern under umbrella  Leaves Pattern
    water ripple brush  Zummerfish's Ripples Brushes

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