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Immigration Reform
There were so many. Once I understood something about where I was and what they were, the part that tore at my mind was how many identical chambers lined the wall across from me, and my side had to have just as many.
It was seeing her that helped me understand my impossible situation. She’d been uncommonly tall when I spotted her in her sleeveless dress at the intake process, and now she seemed a hundred meters or more.
“So, Emily, on what little paper there is,” she sounded like she was giving a practiced speech to the woman following her, “They’ve been deported.”
I understood English but I’d avoided letting them know. Somehow I’d use it to my advantage. Somehow she’d pay.
“Nobody’s looking for them in El Salvador or Nicaragua or whatever, and officially they’re not here, so liability and risk are effectively zero.” She was so confident and smug. I was going to rip her hair out and feed it to her.
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Size Con 2018 in Review
⭐ Size Con 2018 Review ⭐

Apologies for my delay in getting this review to y'all, but better late than never!! 
I know I say this every year, but seriously, this year's Size Con completely blew me out of the water!! Y'all totally missed out on an amazing event!! Luckily I'm here to fill you in on what happened so that maybe you'll consider joining us for 2019 😏First, some information about our setup and the vibe at the event.
This year we were at an even bigger venue than last year. We had 4 large rooms and a 5th smaller spill out room for overbooked events and for volunteers to take a break. Aside from a 1 hour break at noon for volunteers to take lunch, our schedule was crammed packed! We often ran close to 3 different events every hour!! It was nuts!! 😅Setting up this schedule was quite the challenge, as we tried to make sure attendees didn't feel as if they had to give up one event they wanted to go to for another. For example we may book a
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“So it’s okay if I hurt him?”

I hadn’t seen her before, but if the look on her face wasn’t enough, the question told me everything I needed to know.

“Of course!” Alyssa answered with a smile. She worked the desk five nights a week. “But if he stops moving he has to go back in the tube right away. The fees are steep if they break.”

The dark-haired girl watched me, catching me staring while I pressed up against the plastic wall of my little container. “Mhmm. Got it.”

I knew the routine. The beep of the student ID scanner. The blast of heat and light in my tube. The sickening motion of being casually plucked up from the shelf and passed across the counter.

“Are you scared?” She used this menacing voice after dumping me out on her bed. I wasn’t but it would be easier if I pretended.

“Let’s see how you scream.” When she snapped my legs one after another, I definitely did scream. She twisted my arms off and laughed while I bled on her fingers.

She was vicious, but she wasn’t particularly creative. I’d experienced far worse. Things started to fade to black rather quickly, all things considered. I woke up back in my tube, aching while the nanites finished knitting my limbs back together.

Alyssa only noticed me on her way out. “Tough one tonight, huh, little guy?” She tapped my tube with her fingernail a couple times before she shut off the lights.

There were three others in tubes just like mine. We could communicate if I was loud enough, but it wasn’t worth the effort. I realized in the first few months that that flash was supposed to sanitize my mind as well as my body. They never remembered a thing after they were checked out, and hearing the same questions a hundred times over made my existence that much more unbearable.

“Like living stress dolls.” That’s how they’d described us to the campus tours. We were good for the girls’ mental health, and as long as they turned us back in, zero questions were asked.

Many were just curious--they poked and prodded a little and asked me things. Several used me for sex, shoving me where they wanted, grinding against me, using my body as a tool to get them off and dumping me back into my tube a sloppy mess.

I called Victoria “Goddess” while I licked her shoes. Lydia found new ways to torture me every week--She set me on fire, crushed my pelvis and legs flat, and filled me with more needles than I could count. Karen tied me up and took pictures, grinning as I dangled from a string, wriggling like a worm with my arms and legs tightly bound together with a hair tie.

Callie just wanted to talk. I was her tiny living diary; she’d take me back to her room and I’d sit on her desk while she told me about how hard it was to make friends, about the boys she was scared to talk to and the pressure of picking a major.

She was quiet and nervous, but she didn’t have to be with me. I was tiny and inconsequential. Sometimes I sat with her while she did her homework. Other nights she laid me on her chest while she stretched out in bed.

I looked forward to being chosen. Even the ones who tortured me, who used me as their fucktoy and tossed me aside--anything was better than sitting in my tube.

I envied the others. They had no idea what was going on. In their minds, the longest they’d ever been trapped here was a day or two at most. In the first few weeks I’d tried to bash my brains out on the side of the tube, but it always fixed me too quickly.

The only things that gave me purpose and context were these giant girls. Mostly Alyssa, just watching her lean back in an office chair and play on her phone, but almost every night all four of us were signed out at least once.

Spring break almost broke me. I talked to the others, screaming so they could hear me. I gave them all names. I told them jokes they didn’t understand. I told them stories about the girls that they’d forget the first time they saw one.

When Alyssa finally came back and asked if we’d missed her, I laughed. When Callie showed up ten minutes later, I squealed with glee.

I had to find a way out, and she was the closest thing to someone I could trust. She was probably the only girl I’d met who talked with me enough to notice the strained expression on my face.

“Is… is something wrong?” It really was a foreign concept. What could be wrong with me if my life supposedly started twenty minutes ago? She set me down on her bed.

“Callie.” I said her name and her eyes nearly burst from her head. “Will you help me?”

She took a hasty seat on the floor. Her huge blue eyes came right up next to me, loose blonde strands of her hair nearly brushing my face. “How do you know my name?”

For all the tortures and misery I’d experienced, this might have been the first time I was truly nervous. “I remember. I remember everything that’s happened to me.”

She took a sharp breath through her nose that threw me off balance while her brow furrowed with confusion. “But--but they’re supposed to reset you, right? You can’t remember anything!”

It was cute how worried she was. The most she’d done is gush about boys she and confess that she sometimes hated her mom. She had no idea what I’d been through.

“Callie, it’s okay. Nobody knows, but I’m talking to you because you’re the sweetest girl in the building.”

She was still freaked out, but moving more towards calm and confused. I continued. I needed her on my side.

“I’m pretty sure they’ve all taken turns with me, but I’m always so happy to see you when you’re at the desk. I like helping you and hearing about your days. You’re the best thing in my life, Callie.”

She laughed and smiled, looking away and shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m getting hit on by a mini.”

My heart hammered in my chest and I grinned from ear to ear. I’d shared my secret. I was weightless and giddy and free, having a real conversation with a normal, wonderful girl.

“You’re the one I trust, Callie.” She looked back at me and lost some of her smile. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“What exactly are you asking me to do?” She was concerned again. Not too unusual. She seemed like she always worried.

“Would you keep me?” She blinked, shocked by the suggestion. “Please, I could be yours. I could be your actual friend.”

She took a deep breath, and it seemed like her smile was a little forced. “I mean, I like you and I think you’d be a good friend, I really do. I can’t do that, though. I just don’t think I can.”

My mouth instantly went dry. “Please, Callie! If you knew what they did--they use me, they treat me like a toy, like a thing… I’ve been broken and pieced back together so many times I don’t even know what I’m made of anymore.”

She was listening. Her head lowered a bit and I could feel the concern in her eyes. She was such a good girl. She cared--she was going to save me after all.

“But that’s not even the worst. It’s the time in between. Hours, days of sitting in my tube, just staring in silence. No activity, no sleep, nothing at all but the minutes crawling by. I just exist, forever well-rested and nourished by that horrid machine, waiting for the next giant girl to take me out to play.”

I started sobbing halfway through. I didn’t know I could do that. I didn’t know my eyes made tears. She nodded slowly and watched me in silence.

“If you don’t want me, it’s okay.” I was shaking as I spoke. I couldn’t control my voice. “Just put me in the hallway and give me a chance. Anything is better than this. Anything, please!”

“Okay.” I was crumpled on her blanket when the word stopped me cold. I looked up, panting as her expressionless face totally filled my vision.

“It’s okay.” She was trying to calm me down. She cared about me--someone actually cared about me. “I’m going to take care of this, okay?”

Her cupped hand lifted to the edge of the bed, and I stared at it for a long moment before I understood. By the time I was crawling across her fingers, I was laughing to myself. “Thank you!” I said it louder each time, and I bowed down to kiss her palm. She giggled quietly as I kissed her again and again.

Her other hand moved towards me. “Alright, now stay quiet, okay?”

I nodded enthusiastically while she covered me, holding me in shadowy darkness between her two cupped hands. I bounced along with her hasty footsteps, and grinned as my sweet giantess carried me towards freedom.

“You have to know, I swear to god, he was like this when I got him.”

My blood froze in my veins. What was she doing? I pushed at her fingers, straining and squirming. Where was she taking me?

“Hey, hold on.”

I knew that voice. I knew every voice, every girl in the building, but that bored, uninterested tone was the one I heard daily. Alyssa.

Callie’s hand lifted away from me and I watched Alyssa set her phone down and begrudgingly get up out of her chair. “What’s going on?”

“He says he remembers everything. He’s talking about getting away? And he wants me to help him but I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything to him.” She was hasty and nervous. I thought about jumping.

“Will you just take him back? Please, I can’t pay any fines and I want to transfer in the fall.”

“Shit, he’s been a defect all this time?” Alyssa’s manicured nails were on me unbelievably fast. She dragged me up out of Callie’s hand and squinted at me between her fingers.

“I’m sorry.” Callie apologized in earnest, but I couldn’t tell if it was for Alyssa or for me.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” I watched the little flash in another one of the tubes before Alyssa handed one of my fellow prisoners over to Callie and sent her on her way, and then we were alone.

“Now, I’m pretty sure I just have to send an email first…” she plopped back down in her chair and dumped me onto her desk.

“Don’t you go anywhere.” She picked up her coffee cup and slammed it down around me, Warm, sticky droplets rained over me, and I was left with the sweet smells, darkness, and panic while I listened to her tap at her keyboard.

Only a couple minutes must have passed before I was back in the light and in Alyssa’s grasp. She leaned over and placed me on the floor, and I stared while she carefully leaned her phone against the wall in front of me.

“Your expiration’s in May anyhow, but Lydia’s going to be pissed she stayed in Cancun.” I didn’t understand her words. The phone’s camera was running. I watched myself on its screen, Alyssa’s legs stretching up behind me.

Her sneaker lifted from the floor and I watched it moving towards me on the display. She took it slowly, and I wondered who the recording was for.

Her shoe covered me and I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t what I’d planned, but it was the next best thing.

It was a way out.
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This was my entry for :iconaborigen-gts:'s SizeRiot Cruel January contest this year. I tried something a little different, working to build a cruel situation more than focusing on the direct cruelty of individual women. Feedback was spectacular and I'm proud both of what I accomplished with my story and with the success of this and other SizeRiot contests. So many new stories written, and so many authors engaged! Do check out the other stories at sites.google.com/view/crueljan… and I'm sure you'll find plenty to enjoy.
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I came home from class on Friday excited as always. Friday nights were for going out and forgetting everything else. I was ready to hit the bar immediately, but when I pushed open the door to our apartment, Rachel was on the rug, laying on her stomach with her chin in her hands.

Her shoes were in front of her, side-by-side and facing me. Red bottom lace-trimmed platform pumps. I froze in the doorway, standing and watching her as I let my bag drop to the floor.

“Oh, you’re home.” She barely glanced up, dropping her eyes back to her shoes. “Come here.”

I did as she did and watched her shoes as I stepped into the room. The one on the left seemed to wobble a bit and my already racing heart pounded all the more. I should be down with her, so I lowered myself, stretching my legs out to the side and sitting in front of her on the floor.

“Notice anything?” She smirked, bending her knees behind her, kicking her bare feet back and forth through the air while watching me.

I stammered and I nodded. “I think, maybe--”

She interrupted me. The instant her voice began mine automatically ceased. “Go on, take a peek.”

Even though I half-expected it, I never prepared for the rush of seeing this. I leaned all the way down until my cheek brushed the carpet. I shivered with this sighing coo when I saw him struggling, pinned by the weight of Rachel’s shoe.

He was maybe in his forties, but I could only see part of his face and some of his arms. He was tiny and trapped, two or three inches tall.

I knew that he’d been bigger than me. I knew that Rachel had shrunk him--it had been a while, but it wasn’t the first time. My body buzzed when I imagined the instant he’d gone from being a tall, powerful man to a helpless speck at my girlfriend’s feet, but almost immediately a cloud of guilt smothered my excitement.

He was a person--he had a family and a life. Was he married? Did he have kids that were going to miss him, going to never know how he’d disappeared? This was an actual human life.

Pinned under Rachel’s gorgeous shoe.

I shivered and asked. “What happened?”

Rachel was cool and casual. “I was at Starbucks and I liked his wife’s necklace. She wouldn’t give it to me, so when I came out of the bathroom wearing it he started asking too many questions.”

“You followed her into the bathroom?” Of course she did, but couldn’t resist asking the question.

“Well, yeah. It’s a cool necklace.” She ran her fingers along her neck, brushing the deep red stones set in the thick golden chain.

“What happened to her?” I felt my voice quiver with the question, and Rachel noticed it too. Again I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from her. She flashed me a grin.

“She was right where he is now. I scraped most of her off, but there’s probably a tiny bit left on my sole for him to see.”

I groaned while the shrunken man’s struggles surged. The designer shoe on top of him tilted bit by bit, leaning a little to the side, then settled back into place with a wobble.

Their lives meant less to her than the instant gratification of having a necklace. She was unstoppable, reckless. Impulsive and vain, sadistic and cruel.

And I loved her. I worshipped her in every way, and even though Rachel might not be capable of loving anything but herself, she liked--or at least appreciated--me. She kept me. I couldn’t tell if I was her partner or her pet, but there probably wasn’t much difference.

“You’re quiet.”

I had been. I’d rolled over onto my belly and was resting my chin on the back of my hands, watching the little man strain and gasp under the weight of an empty shoe. That sunk in now that she’d shaken me out of my thoughts, and the hollow ache of shame crept back into my chest.

I imagined his confusion when he ran in to check on his wife and found nothing besides maybe a little red smear on the bathroom tile. I could almost experience his terrified despair as he dwindled away to miniature size, suddenly able to see and smell the bits of gore on the bottom of Rachel’s shoe.

“Why don’t you tell him what I’m going to do?”

I flushed a little at that. I had to close my eyes and take a long, sighing breath. There was only one thing to do with the people Rachel shrunk. We weren’t going to keep any tiny pets around our apartment. I mean, he was already under her shoe.

This poor man. He’d lost everything in an instant, all because my selfish girlfriend decided she wanted something. I kept my head lowered but lifted my gaze to look into her sparkling dark eyes.

“Can I see him?” It came out as almost a whisper.

Rachel’s response was to slip a finger inside the back of her shoe and tilt it back on its heel just enough to expose him. He was still in the shadow of the raised pointed toe, but now I could clearly see his scuffed, anguished face, his torn slacks and wrinkled sweater.

“Hey there.” It was such an awkward thing to say and I felt it as soon as the words tumbled out of me. I could see the tears that had dribbled down his little cheeks. I could see his tiny chest rising and falling, his arms beneath him ready to push him up so he could take off running.

“Oh no, no, you don’t want to go anywhere.” Suddenly I was scolding him like a child. Rachel heard me and let the shoe drop back down on him with a dull thud. When she leaned it back again, blood was running from his smashed nose.

“Hey, alright, you’re going to stay right there, okay?” Talking to him was feeling a little more natural. “What’s your name anyway? I don’t know why I’m asking, I should know by now that I can’t understand your squeaky little voices. I’ll call you Christopher, though. You look like a Christopher, right?”

Rachel laughed, and glancing up to see her smiling was like filling my soul with music. I shared her smile and continued. “See, Chris, it looks like you weren’t a very good boy. This is the kind of stuff that happens when Rachel has to deal with people who don’t know how to behave.”

I knew how to behave. I knew my place. I loved doing every little thing that Rachel could possibly want me to do. I loved living my life to keep her happy and entertained, and it thrilled me endlessly to know that she could change her mind at any second and smash me like a bug.

“You’re going to vanish, Christopher. Nobody’s ever going to know what happened to you. Nobody’s ever going to see you again.” My voice was softer, more steady with each moment. He was so, so scared--he listened to me. He didn’t even try to run.

His fear thrilled me. I’m sure he might have been an important man, but to Rachel he was nothing. She’d forget him by Monday, but I’d be running these moments through my mind for weeks.

“In a minute, my girlfriend’s going to stand up and slide her foot into that shoe you’re looking at, Chris. You know what that’s going to do to you, right?”

He looked like he was trying to reason with me. He kept gesturing and his mouth was moving a mile a minute. I couldn’t hear him and I didn’t care. I just wanted to watch his face. “You can’t imagine the pressure. It’ll be like a mountain rolling over you. Like the moon smashing down just on you.”

His jabbering stopped as I continued to whisper in a husky voice. “It won’t be like when she stomped your wife, Chris. I don’t think Rachel likes you, and she’s really, really good at this. She knows how to take it slow. Your bones are going to splinter and snap. Your insides will squelch and spurt, and you’re going to feel every last bit of it until finally, as you beg and pray for your silly little life to just stop, she’ll crush your skull beneath her toes.”

I breathed those last few words and was almost squirming against the floor myself. Rachel pushed herself up off the floor and I watched in fascination while she rose up above Chris and me. I was thousands of times bigger than him, but it felt for all the world like she could just as easily splatter me beneath her heel, too.

Her long, slender foot rose and moved through the air towards me. I cupped her warm sole in my hand and pressed a tender, reverent kiss just above her toes. They slid into her waiting left shoe with a practiced ease.

Her right received the same eager worship when she lifted it in front of my face, and then I lowered myself flat to the floor, fixed my eyes on the flailing, panicked man pinned down just as flat, and watched.

Her sublime toes passed through the lacey throat of her stiletto pump, and I heard the first animal howl from the man trapped beneath. That was just the faintest touch.

Her toes worked their way forward and I pressed my ear to the floor so I could hear the first snap. His arm bent at a grotesque angle underneath her platform sole and he began a constant, agonized scream.

A whole round of crunches and pops tickled my ear as some weight shifted forward while her heel slipped into the back of her shoe. I worried he might stop breathing if his shattered ribs badly punctured his lungs, but I could still hear some screaming after her foot was all the way in.

We knew that it was time. All she had to do to snuff him out was step down. I kissed her shoe again. “Bye, Chris,” I whispered as my lips pulled away.

I let out a moan, watching her stiletto heel rise from the floor. She shifted her weight gradually, so I could watch her crimson sole crush down, compressing his body more and more. I whimpered with desire when she started to twist her shoe, bearing down amidst the wet crumpling until there was nothing left but the squeaking of her sole grinding into the rug.

I ached for her in that moment. Her callous cruelty surpassed my every fantasy. Her dominance drove me towards tearing off my clothes and throwing myself at her, desperate for her touch or the weight of her crushing step.

“Kiss.” I did none of those things. I did as I was told, and slid forward to kiss the shoe that just obliterated a man.

“Clean.” She gave her orders with a satisfied smirk, and instead of acting on my maddening lust, I popped up off the floor and rushed back with carpet spray and a towel. Wiping Chris off the bottom of her shoe and scrubbing him out of the carpet while she stood over me and watched only gave me time to think about how hungry I was for her. Maybe she’d at least step on my hand, maybe remind me how easily she could shrink me down and do the same thing to me.

“Let’s go.” I finished cleaning and she walked right by me towards the door. “I want a drink.”

I knew she could see the desire in my eyes, but we were heading to the bar because that’s what Rachel wanted.

Rachel’s desires were the only ones that mattered.

And that’s why I loved her.
My Girlfriend, a Witch
My entry for SizeRiot's couples contest. When you're dating a powerful witch with no value for human life, every day's an adventure.
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If you can handle pages and pages of rambling enthusiasm, my SizeCon 2018 recap just went live on my site. Check it out at misskaneda.wordpress.com/2018/… if you dare.

Oh my goodness, the last few months have been all but overwhelming for me. I have so much that I want to accomplish and create, but it’s been beyond a struggle to carve time out of my life to keep at the projects I’ve started. Over the summer I launched my website, which so far has been a really interesting and enjoyable experience, even if it’s not exactly bursting through the stratosphere. I began publishing ebooks on Amazon and other marketplaces, mostly just to say that I can, but also to try and get my name out there to new corners of what can be a very niche fetish literature market. That whole project isn’t really going anywhere, but it is pretty cool to go on Amazon and find one of my stories showing up on the front page.


Since August, though, I’ve been put into a management role at work, and I’m realizing that a lot of my writing, editing and correspondence took place in the free time I used to find at my job--free time that I no longer have. Slowly and surely I’m finding little moments where I can chip away at my writing, and I’m getting better at finding these moments. I do have two projects I’m working on for SizeCon ‘17 and I just finished a first draft for episode four of Katie, which I’m definitely excited about, but I have so much more I want to do as well. All I’m asking for is more time and money. Is that so much to ask?


So, the long and short is that I’m still as dedicated as ever to exploring wicked and devilish fantasies and sharing all of those stories with the world, but it’s just not moving as quickly as I’d like it to.


Other than that, the other big news in my life is that I’m making more strides in transitioning to a more female life, slowly building a reasonable wardrobe and whatnot and also attending monthly group therapy. The first session I’ve been to was yesterday, and maybe I just expected too much from it, but it wasn’t the exciting, relationship-building, wall-smashing hour and a half that I hoped for. It was a strange experience more than anything else, and while I was able to be supportive of the other group members, I don’t know what I got out of it for myself.


Then, of course, I convinced myself that I’d head to the grocery store in my dress and heels, since I’m such a confident person and all that, and the moment I got there my heel cap came off, leaving me with one heel a full inch shorter than the other, and I also became keenly aware and self-conscious about every single person that walked by me. I’ve talked to my manager and HR director at work about starting to present as female at work and I really thought I was prepared for that. Maybe I still am, but this week feels like I took a step back.


I could talk forever about those sorts of struggles, though. I’m still afraid for my family, for the relationship I have with my absolutely amazing wife, and even more beyond that. Talking about this stuff isn’t compelling or interesting, though, and it’s not what I really wanted to do. I want everyone that cares to know that I’m still here, I’m still writing and I still have big plans. Life is a daily struggle right now and I’m trying so, so hard to see the beauty and hope on the other side, but I don’t know how far away that is. I just have to keep moving forward and trust that there will be a time where I can somehow have my work, my writing, my platform boots, a passionate romance, and happy children all at the same time. Honestly, that can’t be too much to ask, right?


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It's been some years now, and in those years I've gone from a roleplayer to a devoted writer of the most cruel and detailed shrinking and giantess fiction I can create. I pen stories about women with power, and not just women who wield influence and the like. Women who can reduce a man to an inch tall and would do so just to make his family watch her smear his guts beneath her elegant boot. Women who could tower over a township and wouldn't think twice about pulverizing every inch of it and every man, woman and child there underfoot because it just feels good, and she deserves the pleasure that their deaths and destruction will bring.

My interests and most frequent subjects to work with are cruel and powerful women with a penchant for exquisite footwear and equally exquisite wickedness, though I venture off on tangents rather frequently as well. Enjoy my work and let your minds wander along with these fantasies of mine, and know that if I had the chance, I would absolutely do all the same things to you.
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AmandatheForsaken Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
*Licks* Sneak attack!
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NatEdgecomb Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2016  Professional Writer
Oh hey thanks for watching! :)
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Avoreable Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2016
awesome work here, gotta leave a watch ^^
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Wondersam Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2016
:wave:
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BoomGTS Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016
May I ask where your avatar/profile image is located so that I may favorite it? =P
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MissKaneda Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
It's actually cropped from an illustration in "Sundays." Definitely check it out if you haven't, it's the first thing that :iconsorenzer0: and I did together in our very successful partnership.
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BoomGTS Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2016
Oh riiight. Thanks!
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Gorilla09 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016
I simply refuse to believe you ONLY FOUND ONE PICTURE that you like in my gallery
:D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) Wink/Razz 
Anyway.
Hope you come back 
b good MissKaneda
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MissKaneda Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I'm just getting started! And I'm at work, too, so I haven't really started browsing in earnest. I'm sure plenty more gold stars will be coming your way; CrushedBoyWonder's endorsement means there's got to be good stuff inside.
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Gorilla09 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016
AAAAWWW
You guys just saved my dayHeart Heart 
so sorry for the impatience

Enjoy work:D (Big Grin) 
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