This young gent is D-Villify.  Give him a warm welcome would you?

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That there will be at least one “Yum” in the comments.

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She has her make-up on, her hair did, and with that vertical labret in place, Nixiie is off to the prom.

As far back as people have been putting holes in themselves, they’ve also been shoving anything they could find into said holes.  Gnomoweb is no different.  With his big nostrils and septum, he’s able to get what I think is a mini-light saber, all the way through his nose.  He’s also got a big hole in his lip for a lip plate, but you can’t really see it in this photo.

At a sprightly 72 years young, this lovely lady strolled into Courtney Jane Maxwell’s studio, TRX tattoos and piercing in St.Louis, MO, and got herself a brand new nostril piercing.

It’s good to remember that the modified community is probably the most diverse one on the planet.  People young and old are bound together by the desire to change themselves to who they feel they should be.  And while she didn’t get anything considered “extreme”, I’m sure for her this was a significant event in her long life.  If anything, it put a smile on her face.

A wise man once told Siobhan that she must be a unicorn because he had never seen someone as perfect as her.  Granted he was specifically talking about a couple of her assets, but she’s still pretty awesome. These photos in particular show off just how stunningly gorgeous she is, the second one in particular just screams “sultry vixen”.  Her husband is one lucky guy.

Not surprisingly, she makes an excellent addition to the BMEGirls Gallery.

And here’s a peek at the assets in question.

Photo credit goes to Ron Douglas.

I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. I am a boy in grey flannels with a belt fastened by a brass snake up here. Down there my eyes are the lidless eyes of a stone figure in a desert by the Nile. I see women passing with red pitchers to the river; I see camels swaying and men in turbans. I hear tramplings, tremblings, stirrings round me.

-Virginia Woolf:  The Waves

IAM: EvanxBurke

This lovely lass is Katesprout, she sent in quite a few photos over the weekend, but this one stood out the most.  There’s just something almost pastoral about it, as if she belongs out in that field, rather than in a building somewhere.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever bit into a pen only to discover your mouth is suddenly full of ink.  Yes Relynn, that includes you.

You can’t go wrong with a couple of modified hotties steaming up your computer screen on a Friday.

The young lady on the right is Peanog, and the gent on the left is the lucky guy she calls “Him”.

These lovebirds have a few photos up in the tattoo galleries if you want to get a better look at them.