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Opiandrtiv
Female/United States
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
*Opiandrtiv screamed, and cowered behind the woven basket that had held fruit till she flailed and let it all fly everywhere. She didn't speak, just back away a few steps and stare in horror at this man.
He raised both brows curiously. He'd only rarely received that sort of reaction... actually, never, if he were to only count reactions to THIS specific look of his. ... Then he thought a bit more and maaaybe she didn't realize she was naked and was embarrassed that he pointed it out for her. Hm. Or she sensed something wasn't right about him. Let us be optimistic and go with the former, he concluded! After all, he refused to even CONSIDER anything could be WRONG with his appearance! He had the look of perfection, oh yes he did.
Why my dear! I do beg your pardon. Do you need a towel?
He seemed nonchalant about her reaction, but a keen observer would note that he kept his distance from her.
I don't need any sort of covering! Shoo! I just come to make fruits and go!
*She scooted back a bit, waving the basket at him threateningly. She never considered herself, 'naked', with the vines that wound around her spring green body, and the grapes that acted like sensor bars over certain areas minus the bottom, she felt it was nothing more than a bikini for these people. An all natural bikini. Plus if that failed she would end up wrapping her long green hair around herself as a blanket, seeing as it not only touched the ground, it had two feet on that.*
...He still thinks she's naked. Fruits and vines are not proper clothing, for we are no longer in the age of.. what was it, Adamn and Evenings? Whatever.
I will certainly not "shoo", my lady, how rude.
He plucked a fruit from the ground and examined it, as if about to give an appraisal of its quality.
He said it with the brightest smile, and smiled still when he glanced her up and down, but then suddenly his face went blank and unimpressed.
Where are your clothes? How very improper. You may be as mystical as I, but look--I wear a suit. A very nice suit.
Then he smiles again.
If you would like, I could commission a gown that would most compliment your skin tone.
... Then he thought a bit more and maaaybe she didn't realize she was naked and was embarrassed that he pointed it out for her. Hm. Or she sensed something wasn't right about him. Let us be optimistic and go with the former, he concluded!
After all, he refused to even CONSIDER anything could be WRONG with his appearance! He had the look of perfection, oh yes he did.
Why my dear! I do beg your pardon. Do you need a towel?
He seemed nonchalant about her reaction, but a keen observer would note that he kept his distance from her.
Shoo!
I just come to make fruits and go!
*She scooted back a bit, waving the basket at him threateningly. She never considered herself, 'naked', with the vines that wound around her spring green body, and the grapes that acted like sensor bars over certain areas minus the bottom, she felt it was nothing more than a bikini for these people. An all natural bikini. Plus if that failed she would end up wrapping her long green hair around herself as a blanket, seeing as it not only touched the ground, it had two feet on that.*
I will certainly not "shoo", my lady, how rude.
He plucked a fruit from the ground and examined it, as if about to give an appraisal of its quality.
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