Unleash your fantasies
I'll do whatever you ask me, bondage or not.
I do not images of children.
How it works:
1 - Send me a note saying what you want, as detailed as possible.
2 - I'll answer if it is possible or not, (some clothes, are very difficult to do in 3D), I will inform the commission amount.
3 - If you agree, send me a note saying YES, I will return my e-mail from PayPal to you pay.
4 - I will wait for payment when I confirm it, I start the job.
5 - I'll send you an example of the avatar and the situation for you to make adjustments.
6 - After all in agreement, I will create the final image, and I'll send it to your e-mail with high resolution, if you agree, I'll post on my DA, with due credit.
Creation of a female human character: $ 25 (if you choose to use one of my characters that are not charged)
Creating an image with 1 angle: $ 30
Creating an image with two angles: $45
image with 1 angle:
image with two angles:
Any questions, send me a note.
Ever since that first "Boomsday At The Beach" got started, years ago, there was never any major incident. No super villain out to cause trouble. No terrorist attacks. No invasions by extra-terrestrials. Godzilla-like monsters. Or even Atlantians. Nothing that would threaten the crowds and require a super hero's involvment. Every July 4th people would come out for a fun day, and night, at the beach. They would enjoy a carnival that included, among other things, live concerts. And this year I was going to be one of the performers. Me, Alison Blaire, the Dazzler.
So what happened?
The Friends Of Humanity happened, that's what!
A bunch of JERKS who were the anti-mutant version of the Ku Klux Klan. These idiots even suspected you were a mutant...Didn't matter if you weren't one...If they even suspected you were a mutant they would come after you. And, in all likelihood, you'd wind up dead. Dead with a sign on you that said "Die Mutie" or some other hateful slogan.
They found out I was one and came after me. Did it matter that I used my power mostly to entertain? To help people who couldn't help themselves? Or in self defense against...well...against creeps like them? Did it matter that I tried to be more a benefit than burden to the world I lived in? To be a part of, (and not apart from), society?
All that mattered to these Fatheads Of Hatred was that I was BORN different from the conventional norm.
We were in the middle of a song. Everyone was just jamming with the moment. Having a good time. Me, the band, the audience. Suddenly the power went out on our instrumnets. Then Beefer's drumstick got shot out of his hand. No doubt by some sniper. Then they swarmed all over us. White-garbed commandos armed with Stark knock-offs. How were they able to keep hidden wearing outfits, and baring arms, like that?
I was about to flare up and dazzle these bigoted buttmunches when Marx whispered, "Ali! There's a red dot on your forehead. Sniper rifle!"
Well THAT stopped me. Oh I think I could have flared up and dodged that bullet now that I was aware of it. But my band...my friends...also had dots on their foreheads. THEY would have been killed for sure. I HAD to hold back for their sake.
Some of them charged onto the stage, shouting orders and shoving us onto the floor. I was told that if my bikini even shimmered funny they would kill my "mutie loving friends' right on the spot. As far as they were concerned they were "traitors to true humanity" and killing them would be more of an execution to enemies of the State. They knew, they KNEW, I wouldn't willingly endanger my friends. My friends who were just Homo-Sapians. "True humanity" like those ass-apes who now had us hostage. Did it matter that I showed compassion for non-mutants?
Not to them. Not to the Finks Of Humanity!
Interesting that these creeps, who were so concerned about the purity of the species, bound and gagged me with items from a sex shoppe.
With the audience held at bay by high powered semi-automatic weapons the leader of this bunch of fools publically accused me.
"THIS SO-CALLED 'WOMAN' YOU WERE ALL DANCING TO...LISTENING TO...IS A MONSTER IN HUMAN FORM! SHE'S A MUTANT! A STINKIN' SUBVERSIVE MUTIE!"
"SHE'S BEEN PLAYIN' YOU FOR FOOLS! USIN' HER FREAKISH LIGHTS AND HER FREAKISH VOICE TO HYPNOTIZE YOU!"
What the hell's he talking about? My voice?
"SHE'S BLINDIN' YOU TO THE TRUTH! CORRUPTIN' YOU! SUBVERTIN' YOU! WEAKENIN' YOUR WILL AND MAKIN' YOU COMPLIANT TO MUTANT DOMINION!"
Did this idiot actually believe that? Or was it all part of an act? Didn't matter. I tried to protest. Gagged as I was. With a damned rubber penis jammed down my throat. I tried to protest. But my first "mmmph" was met with a rifle butt to the head.
I don't know what happened after that. But when I regained consciousness I found I was no longer on the stage. I was on the beach. And looking up at a hangman's noose.
"Remember what I said, genetrash." My captor said. "Glow and your freak-lovin' friends pay the price."
and just won't give that girl a break.
Dazzler, who STILL gets more love and affection here, and the Friends Of Humanity (c) MARVEL.
Commission for thanks for the commission.