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Cosmetic Dentistry in Mumbai

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Your helpful guide to composite white filling for the tooth

If the statistics are to be believed on the average an adult Briton has about seven fillings in the teeth. As such dental fillings happen to be one the most frequently performed treatments in restorative dentistry...

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White Fillings Versus Metal Fillings for Your Need

If you have tooth cavities, then fillings are a good option to solve your problem. Talk to your dentist and find out if white fillings are better than metal ones

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3 Factors to Choose Dentist for Composite Filling Services

You need to get the tooth filling done the right way which would allow you to keep the broken or damaged tooth and ensure that you can retain the smile you have. For this, you need to look for the right dental experts that can help you with composite filling services.

[botanicalsword]

House ruler in 5H • where to find love

5th House

Theme: Love, Children, Your Talents, Adventure, Speculation, Entertainment, Gambling, Sports, Creative Activities.

Related occupations: Actor, artist, athlete, etc

Chart ruler in 5H

In romantic relationships, they are proactive pursuers, expressing their feelings with enthusiasm and sincerity. They are unafraid to showcase their emotions, bravely pursuing their love interest.

2H ruler in 5H

Relationships can be costly, but with harmonious 5H aspects, they can be profitable, transforming love's cost into an opportunity. However, if there’s challenging aspects in 5H, they could incur substantial losses, possibly leading to distress and a feeling of helplessness.

3H ruler in 5H

In love, they often choose friends, neighbors, classmates, or childhood friends due to shared experiences, memories, and understanding. Developing these relationships can foster trust, understanding, and friendship, aiding romantic growth.

4H ruler in 5H

Most of their relationships are formed through introductions by family, friends, or fellow townspeople with common backgrounds. They rarely interact with people whose environments and experiences differ significantly from theirs. Their relationships are usually not with people from other locations.

5H ruler in 5H

Their love life is thriving, fostering strong relationships and potential romantic encounters, with support from family and friends.

6H ruler in 5H

Romantic relationships often develop in office environments, where deep connections can form. While this may add complexity, it can also lead to their satisfaction and happiness at work.

7H ruler in 5H

They may potentially marry their beloved, not through matchmaking, but by experiencing love's joys and trials to find their soulmate.

8H ruler in 5H

In a romantic relationship, sexual activity often occurs frequently. If complications arise in the 5H / 8H, there's a risk of deception involving both emotions and property. This could lead to substantial material losses and becoming overly entangled in their feelings of love.

9H ruler in 5H

It's easy to have long-distance relationships, online relationships, or even interracial ones.

10H ruler in 5H

There is a possibility of dating a boss. They may experience an office romance, a special circumstance where they meet and fall in love at work, causing sweetness and contradictions.

11H ruler in 5H

Their community ties could open up exciting romantic possibilities, potentially leading to a complex love triangle, adding intrigue and anticipation to their relationships.

12H ruler in 5H

Their emotional lives, filled with unexpected twists, include complex love triangles, potential infidelity, and possible love affairs, adding uncertainty to their love path.

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[sanagii]

Hey, Tumblr! I'm open for Valentine's Day art commissions! ♡ I'll do a lovely illustration for you and/or your loved ones! Need money to pay my bills, so If you can please consider to commission me. If it's not possible right now, please support me with your reblog! Thank you for your support ♥

The art commission service includes:

Work in process updates

Monochrome background with simple elements if requested.

Transparent background version if needed

If asked, a Cropped version for client

And of course, full resolution png file.

Delivering time:

Your commission will be delivered before Valentine's. For non Valentine's related projects, we can talk about a different deadline.

ADDITIONAL CHARACTER INFO: Prices are below each example, 75% of the base price for each character. Pets can be added for 60% of the base price!

Terms of service:

I will draw anything (OCs, fanart, real people, humanoid, vtubers, and pets) except mecha, because I’m really bad at it, sorry! I’m okay with NSFW as long is not really explicit. I’m also OK with nude art.

Extra detailed accesories like wings, weapons, amors will count as extra details and they will be charged starting at $6 USD. Simple backgrounds such as monochrome bgs, gradients and simple compositions have no extra cost. For detailed backgrounds please send me your ideas and I’ll send you a quote :).

Payments are only through PayPal invoices in USD (US Dollars) or their equivalent in MXN (Mexican Pesos), for the protection of both sides. I also can take Ko-fi.

I Accept two-part payments. I’ll start working on the piece as soon as I receive the first part, first updates will be sent in less than 15 days. The rest of the invoice would be paid before I send the finished illustration.

These prices are only for personal commissions. If you need art for commercial purposes, please read my full TOS (link below) or send me an e-mail and I’ll gladly make a price quote for the commercial rigths.

I have the rights of every commission made. Please don’t take the credits of the art or reproduct it on commercial products.

For more important info, please READ MY FULL TOS.

How to commission?

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Character/person name(s):

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commission info!

hello!!

i’ve had health problems that are making it very difficult for me to work and function outside of my home, which just isn’t viable with how expensive necessities are. so i’m opening up commissions! reblogs are greatly appreciated :]

a lot of my examples are bg3/dnd related, but regular ocs are more than welcome, too! i can also do fanart for other media if you’d like.

for right now, these will be through paypal. just send me a dm here if you’re interested! more information below the cut.

- first come first serve, i will keep in contact with you throughout the process and start the sketch asap. Depending on the level of detail, it could take anywhere from a week to over a month. I work pretty slowly but I’m trying to get better at being faster! my pen is also broken so that’s another factor to keep in mind. I can still draw, but it’ll take longer until I can get a replacement.

- while this is over dms for the moment, i’m going to make a proper form to fill out! reference photos are greatly appreciated for ocs, but detailed descriptions work too! i would also prefer if you provided a short personality description, and any ideas you have for poses or character interactions. i want it to be as close to what you envision as possible! if you want the drawing to be set at a specific time, or a specific aspect ratio for the image, let me know that too! busts cut off at the mid-chest, and half-bodies are cut off at the mid-thigh. i can also make icons (head-shot only) for a discount! also extra characters for sketch commissions are at a discount!

- payment comes after you’re happy with the composition! i’ll block out the characters and where they’ll be on the canvas before moving on to the full detailed sketch.

- more explanation on backgrounds: basic flats, simple patterns, and simple objects for framing are free of charge. keep in mind that detailed backgrounds are not my strong-suit, but i do need the practice, and i will try my absolute best. the more detailed the background is, the more it will cost, but everything is negotiable.

- i can do anthro characters (like tabaxi, dragonborn, etc) in my detailed style too! i don’t have as much experience in drawing robotics or machinery, but it’s not off the table. i like doing little details :]

- my general rules are: i will not draw illegal ships or anything hateful (racist, homophobic, the obvious), and i don’t do nsfw (artistic nudity is fine). don’t use my art for ai training or nfts.

- if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

- thank you for reading ^^

for more examples, check the #digitalart tag!

[tanadrin]

i fired up civ 5 recently bc i wanted to see how it compared to my memory of it, and if anything it's actually much, much worse.

one unit per tile just... does not work with the idiom of the civilization series! units are not like armies in a GSG, they're like units in an RTS game: grist for the meatgrinder. you build them and throw them at your enemy and if they lose combat, they die. they don't retreat and recover morale, you don't get a chance to reposition and try again, they just go poof. but now in addition to that, you can only fit one unit of a type on a given tile, which means combat is forcibly spread out over a huge space. it's slow, slowed down further by the fact that it now takes a couple turns to fully resolve a fight--i guess the idea is that you can have your injured units fall back, except because of the way units get blocked in now, no you can't!--but you still need tons of units to take cities.

which means they didn't get rid of doomstacks. doomstacks are still logistically necessary to win wars! they just made them really fucking annoying to move around the map.

and on top of that, because OUPT applies to all units, it means you are also constantly having your scouts and workers and other civilian units being blocked in by your own units of the same type, or other players' units of the same type, meaning if you sign an open borders treaty with the AI you are frequently signing up to having your own units' movement being jammed up in the worst way by computer players. and on top of all THAT the units cancel their movement orders if the destination tile is blocked, even if the destination tile is on the other side of the map and you can't see it--which means, basically, any long-distance movement order is liable to be randomly canceled if an AI unit ends its turn on your destination tile.

it feels janky at every single level. the worst possible fix to something that wasn't even really a problem--and if they really wanted to they could have implemented some kind of very basic attrition mechanic. or some other kind of soft cap.

and and and on top of all that, it makes roads and railroads substantially less useful, bc frequently you cannot actually fit all your guys on one road or railroad--but you can't just carpet your territory in roads now like you used to do, because roads cost maintenance per turn. just. ugh. fractally bad decisionmaking! like different people were working at different ends of the design doc and not communicating at all!

the global happiness system means expansion is soft capped early in the game, which makes it feel less like an empire management game than a game of managing four to five cities. since very many units are now hard capped by resource availability now, and expansion is limited, AFAICT in most normal games this means you get like.. two swordsmen? ever? mainly it's strong attack units that are capped in this way, but their defensive counters are uncapped, which means actually playing strategically with your army composition is more annoyance than it's worth. in practice, what this incentives is just building the best trash unit you can afford en masse and throwing them at the enemy, but, of course, see the problems with OUPT.

they took out civics and replaced them with Social Policy trees. but everybody has the same set of social policy trees. and there's a bit of a tradeoff here in which trees you choose to fill out first, but you never then switch those old trees out for new ones like civics. they're just permanent bonuses. so there's no sense of, like, choosing your government type.

and then in BNW i guess they realized people missed that, and created Ideologies, which are just a bonus extra-big social policy tree where you get to pick between liberal democracy, communism, and fascism. but of course there's only three. and this isn't unlocked until the late game.

what they really should have done is added more civics and rather than just having you progress from early game civics to late game civics made all civics contextually useful. and maybe given you some extra civics that were unlocked early in the game so you could strategize around them.

as a part of this change culture is now more load-bearing, but cultural victory is just... weird and stupidly complicated. you have to build tourism, and do archeology, and build wonders that provide slots for great works that your three different kinds of great artist create, and all this other crap. versus domination, where you just conquer the other guys. or science, where you just build your spaceship. it's dumb and bad and awkward.

there's no conquest victory now. only domination. but because of the way domination works, it's now not possible to move your capital manually. this is awful and i hate it! let me move my capital, damn it!

buildings no longer go obsolete, which means that if i am founding a city in the year 1973, i still need to build a City Walls in it before i can build a Military Base. this feels ridiculous. and the series already kinda has this problem where it feels like late game it takes forever to get a city really up and running--don't make it even worse by making me build shit from classical antiquity before i can build modern facilities!

the AI is not very bright. they don't expand very much. on big maps, most of the map will remain empty most of the game, at least up through mid-level difficulties i usually play at (that are supposed to be "standard", so I assume the game is balanced around them)

diplomacy is irritatingly primitive. there are few ongoing agreements. declarations of friendship all last a fixed amount of time. the AI is constantly interrupting you to tell you it doesn't like you or it does like you or you and another AI player all like each other. just expose an opinion modifier and be done with it! harun al-rashid and i don't need to pass notes like it's grade school!

they nerfed the range of air units and especially nukes. which feels really weird. the 20th century saw the invention of strategic bombers that had a range of thousands of miles. why can mine only reach cities right next to my own? why do my nuclear missiles have a pathetic range? sure, sub-launched nukes are a thing, but they're only one part of a proper nuclear triad. there's no MAD anymore!

especially because the world congress can order you to stop building nukes and there's nothing you can do about it. you can't defy world congress bans and suffer a penalty. international law has some kind of magical force that even if you are the undisputed hegemon you cannot help but obey. this is very stupid! especially because they could not think of anything interesting for the world congress to do, so it's all shit like banning random luxury goods.

all the stuff i do like--the city-states, the hex grid, the core idea of the trade route system--is swallowed by annoying bullshit. to take the trade route example: you can make money by setting up trade routes. it can be quite lucrative! and you have to protect your trade routes from bandits and shit. but the menu for issuing trade route orders is a mess--way too much scrolling, you can't sort by lucrativeness of destinations, you have to constantly re-issue trade route orders, and the last trade route a unit was on isn't highlighted, or sorted to the top or anything like that. so it's lots of scrolling around, it's very annoying, and it's repetitive as hell.

the real stick in the eye is that this game was not only reviewed well, it was reviewed glowingly when it came out. which is bizarre to me! yes, it looks nice. the art is good and the music is pretty. but it feels awful to play! it is on almost every single metric less fun than civ 4! civ 3 is more fun, and civ 3 was terrible. i hope to god firaxis was bribing people left and right for good reviews because the only alternative explanation i can think of is that everybody who was reviewing strategy games in 2010 was also in the grip of a brutal glue-sniffing habit.

[only10th]

Been thinking about Pianist!wwx and violinist!lwj playing together at a mall. Wei Wuxian likes to go to the mall to play for people, he loves taking requests, or plays some well known musical pieces and sometimes he’ll play one of this original compositions.

One day he’s playing “Rain” by Ed Carlsen, which is one of his favorite pieces to play when he's out and about. He’s just so caught up in the moment that he doesn’t notice a man standing next to him, pulling out his violin and just joining him on the piece with so much ease. His eyes grow wide but soon that sparkle he has shines brighter at how easy and harmonic both of them sound. He laughs, he smiles, he shows off while the mysterious violinist stays focused and composed, yet the passion drips into every note they play.

Their duet attracts a lot of attention, multiple people taking videos and pictures (plus wwx is recording the whole thing himself since he sometimes uploads the videos of himself playing online) this is the first time anyone has joined him in a duet. After they’re done, they look at each other breathless, a bright smile on wwx’s face while there’s the smallest curve on the mysterious violinist’s lip. Before Wei Wuxian could even ask for his name, he had already put away his violin and walked away. Wei Wuxian groans, annoyed he didn’t even get to know the handsome violinist’s name. Maybe they’ll meet up again.

He hopes they do. He had never felt such a connection with another musician before.

A few weeks later, Wei Wuxian is playing at a restaurant. This time he’s getting paid to do so, which is great! He can’t just let opportunities like that pass by!

So, he’s playing something classical to fit the mood. It is rather fancy, your food, of the size of a quarter, costing you an arm and a leg type of place. Wei Wuxian will never understand why people want to spend their money like that, but it’s because of places like this that he has a place to work. Well, if playing here during the weekends is even considered work. He enjoys it nonetheless.

Once he’s done with a piece there’s scattered claps through the restaurant. This won’t do, the people need to be entertained! Wei Wuxian sets his phone against the piano, already recording. There’s a smirk on his face, cause he already has the perfect piece in mind. Fingers hovered giddily over the ivory keys, an exhale leaving his lips and soon began to play.

The melody startles some of the clients, which makes Wei Wuxian chuckle under his breath. The tune is fun, like a little dance around the calm waters of the lotus lakes of his old home. It’s one of his original compositions, but he’s played it a few times before, so he wouldn’t be surprised if people knew it. Wei Wuxian lets himself get lost in the song, silver eyes fluttering close. A sense of pride fills his chest, noticing how the restaurant had become quiet. He could sense all eyes on him, which sent a chill up his spine. What he didn’t expect was to hear a violin joining his now gentle melody.

His eyes snap open with a gasp, and right next to him he sees the same violinist from a few weeks back. His mouth hangs slightly agape, and for a moment he loses his focus which causes him to play a few sour notes. Yet, he smiles brightly, impressed that, despite this not being composed as a duet, the mysterious violinist was even able to join and keep up. Wei Wuxian can’t help but huff a laugh, and just as he does he is met with a piercing golden gaze. His breath stutters, he had never seen such beautiful eyes, especially ones that looked at him with such intensity.

Wei Wuxian has to stop playing, knowing there’s a solo coming up. He’d usually play it through, but he wanted to see if this violinist had also come up with his own solo, and he delivers as expected. He lets his eyes close and he plays his piece, swaying with the music he produces with much passion and Wei Wuxian can’t help but be completely mesmerized by such beauty. Not just him, but the crowd around him! At some point he has to join back, continue their little dance as both their melodies become one.

A round of applause erupts once they’re done, both of them looking at each other as if nothing else mattered in the world other than this moment. For the first time since their first encounter, Wei Wuxian could take a better look at the violinist. He was only a few inches taller, dark, ebony hair like the keys of a piano cascaded over his shoulder, a white ribbon braided and intertwined in it. A wide smile paints on Wei Wuxian’s face as he stand from the small bench to offer a small bow.

“We finally meet again, mysterious violinist.” Wei Wuxian says, quirking an eyebrow upward, “You know my song.” It was more a statement than a question.

The man nods in response, “Wei Wuxian is very talented.” Oh, his voice. The low timber sends a shiver down his spine. Wait, how does he know his name?

“How do you…?” Wei Wuxian starts, narrowing his eyes if trying to recall someone or something. “You follow my page. You’ve seen my videos.” He says with realization, which is followed by a laugh.

The man nods again before offering a courtly bow. He doesn’t say anything else as he turns to leave. No, not this time. Wei Wuxian manages to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “Hey, hey, don’t leave like that! Will you at least tell me your name?”

The violinist seems to consider shaking the grip off or telling Wei Wuxian his name. Golden gaze seems to stay glued on the other’s hand for quite some time before exhaling softly. “Lan Zhan.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Lan Zhan. Though, I’ll miss calling you my mysterious violinist.” Wei Wuxian chuckles. His fingers slip from the other’s wrist, now tucking them into his inner coat pocket to take out a piece of paper and scribbling a series of numbers. “I really, really like playing with you. Maybe… maybe we could…?”

“Yes.” Lan Zhan is quick to answer before Wei Wuxian can even finish his sentence, as if he’s been waiting for him to ask all evening. “I would like to play with you, Wei Wuxian.”

“Wei Ying. Call me Wei Ying.” Handing him the piece of paper with his phone number, a broad smile on his face. “Maybe we can grab some coffee? You took my song and modified it into a duet, I’ll forgive you only if we can play it again.”

There’s the tiniest curve at the corner of Lan Zhan’s lips. Golden eyes melting like honey as they gaze at silver ones. “Mn” he agrees. After that, you’d see them playing anywhere they could: malls, airports, restaurants, out in the streets when it was warm enough. They’d perform the most beautiful duets anyone has ever heard.

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Dental Clinic in Sion East

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Phone number - 8291819556

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[piccadillydental]

Cost of White Fillings in London: What You Need to Know

One big reason people choose to get this treatment in a private place, though, is the white filling cost London.

[nahisummerhold]

@daily-writing-challenge - August 2024 - Day 1 - Melee

One Song

(Sexual content)

(TW - Violence, Blood, Gore)

There is a soundtrack to a person’s life. Some individual stanzas marked years, decades, even centuries. Some songs covered a single moment… or a night.

That night always came flying back in flashes, bits and pieces linked together. Each breath, each scream, each caress, every lover’s embrace becoming deaths instead.. Patternless, no logical order, just snippets of a transformation.

******

A shivarra stood on the stage swaying, the first words of her song hit like a wave of melodic perfection, magically enhanced to reach through stone and into every body.

Snap. Her mother on a platform arms extended out gracefully while her aria traveled along the columns of the room.a slightly too tight cream dress hugging the older woman’s ripe curves, chest lifting as the strength of her voice fills free space between bodies.

Drum beats pulsed low beneath the breathy lyrics, a driving thrum of a heartbeat that lifted from the floor to grip around the heart to change the thud to synchronize together.

Snap. Hallways filled with people, nobles and servants, defenders and assailants, the clash of weapons, the collision of bodies. People trampled in panic, others, regardless of status, stopping and picking up weapons to guard a retreat.

Incubus and succubus danced together, their power linked to one another and fed through the music to infuse greater passion into a listener. 

Snap. Dancing with her best friend, bodies moving sinuously, hands searing patterns along each other’s bodies in a show for all around them. Turning she looked over the room, searching out the night’s entertainment. There… green eyes move slowly from  entrance to entrance then across those assembled. He was on duty, watching, protecting the delegation from the Temple, yet, for a moment, he looked at her and only her. 

Red and gold heat built through the audience, driving them apart then forging them back together as one.

Snap. Metal meeting, the rough grind or screech of a blade sliding along another or deflected off armor, clanging when dropped to the floor from lifeless fingers, a hiss of a dagger piercing through a slit of a plate helm, the subtle cocking of a pistol followed by the trigger pull. 

Lyrics caressed their minds, speaking of desires met if prices were paid. Each word pitched perfectly making one wonder what would be to high a cost for what the music promised.  

Snap. A clawed hand closing around her throat pushing her back along the smooth marble of the main terrace, her legs forced wide then guided over leather spaulders, fel eyes looking up into her own as she smiled a bratty little smile back, a malformed tongue rolling along the Kaldorei’s lips exposing long fangs, the tearing of silk.

Bass pounding deeper, every organ seeking to chase the beat that is already altering the delicate balance of how a being was created.

Snap. The floor was coated in blood, intestines and the gore that spilled from the body cavities of the dead strewn about like a child’s collection of toy soldiers thrown against a wall. 

A wave of lyrics pounded into the crowd, fear and revulsion rivaled with curiosity and a magnetic pull, the need to hear what the next line was a compulsion.

Snap. A delegation, a proud Sin’dorei flanked by guards of his own race and Kaldorei both. The demons came next, felhounds walking in perfect alignment collars connected to flaming chains held by a sayaad, a shivarra walking proudly followed by a succubus and incubus in collars much like the fel hounds, two observers bobbed pupils darted side to side. Finally came the people, more guards robed and cowled figures and the servants, no one of status would ever travel without them.

A pregnant pause in the composition drawing breath from the lungs carrying it to the ceiling diving, captured on a wave of sound that poured back into the lungs filling a person with lies of immortality.

Snap. Prince Keal’thas’s deep voice echoing through the entire keep. “Energy, power, my people are addicted to it. A dependence made manifest after the Sunwell was destroyed. Welcome to the future! A pity you are too late to stop it. No one can stop me now. Selama Ashal’anore.”

The shivarra’s voice lowered to a pitch that matched the drums in the undercurrent of structure, all of the power fading in to spill into a hushed moment.

Snap. Her hand playing through purple black hair, the giant elven lover with his head on her lap while she laid upon a chaise. Throat sore, she would not be singing for at least a handful of days, his rumbling voice offered an apology that she brushed aside with a harsh laugh. They relaxed together and watched the stars while he told her all about the Black Temple and the vision he felt Illidan inspired.

Voice and melody spiraled, a dance of a hawk spiraling upward together before dropping onto unsuspecting prey.

Snap. Running from the ballroom, dancer’s steps light as she bolted down back corridors now empty until she faced a towering human in blue and silver barring her path, advancing with equal measures of hate, lust and battle madness, “The only good elf is a dead elf.” Dropping to a knee, hoping to rush past as he was sure to accept her submission. The sound of his sword being drawn sent her scrambling back, eyes wide with panic. Her body moved over a broken spear and she kicked it at his feet, he stumbled and fell allowing her time to turn and slip into another hallway while he tried to regain his feet. 

Picking up, the pounding throb of intensity cresting into the wave the song began with before it came slamming back into a trough that scraped low and rolled turmoil through a soul damaging it forever in the span of a handful of words before it faded out.

Snap.  Crossing the room, bodies everywhere, something squished under her foot and clung to it. A woman reached out for her, “Help me…” She pivoted away from the grasping hand, no one was going to slow her. The black mace rose and she sprinted, throwing herself forward tackling her mother where she remained rooted in place. The overhand blow began to fall, what would have been a killing blow glanced across the side of her mother’s head. 

This was the song that would haunt her dreams forever. 

Bea Miller - Playground  | Arcane League of Legends | Riot Games Music

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Six Cycles Later: Cybertron

Chapter 2: The Price of Freedom

chapter summary: we're finally on cybertron! unfortunately we're also in enemy territory. and they've got a specific request of Puncture...

Trigger warnings: death, robogore, cannibalism, desecration of corpses (if you want to consider it that)

word count: 4829

chapter below cut! prior chapter can be found here. next chapter is here!

Project MS: Log 2

Metal. Fuel. Charge. Shockwave stood before the Distiller, watching its tubes fill with silver and pink. From the viewing window there were only two stages to witness: the start, and the end. He knew exactly what occurred in the hidden portions, sensitive to light as they were, and felt no need to peel back the layers he’d carefully added to protect the vital substances within. All that mattered, to him, was the beginning, and the end. 

The middle could commit whatever atrocities it wanted, so long as it eventually provided favorable results. 

The Distiller was one of many creations harbored in the P1U70 lab. Connected directly to the compactor, it was created with a single purpose: to convert the enemy into resources. He’d tested it before, on turbofoxes and other Cybertronian wildlife. Anything close in biology to a Cybertronian would suffice. But actual Cybertronians? 

He hadn’t managed to acquire any subjects fresh enough. The issue with the Distiller was that it required its victims to still hold some form of charge within them. The brain could be long dead, the metal could be cold, and the Energon could be stale, but the spark must still be warm in some form. Without the spark chamber’s residual charge, the machine could not recognize the metal within it. 

Such characteristics differentiated it from a common smelting pool. Anyone could throw a few mechs into a smelting pool and pull out their dead sentio metallico later. But they could not keep the metal alive, as if it was freshly forged. They could not turn it into fresh protoform, ready to be shaped into a new bot. They could only destroy and reduce, turning a once living bot into a clump of hardened, deceased metal. 

Metal, fuel, charge. Scholars had debated for many millennia just what made up a Cybertronian. Just what made up a spark. Shockwave had already come to his own conclusion, requiring no philosophical insight. 

A Cybertronian was made of up three things: sentio metallico, Energon, and a spark. Metal, fuel, charge. These could be reduced even further to the exact mineral composition of sentio metallico, the exact chemical composition of Energon, and the exact atoms that formed a spark. 

That was all they were. Metal, fuel, and charge. 

He watched the end tubes of the Distiller, hard at work, the sound of thick liquid sloshing through them. Below the Energon tube, he had placed a cube. Below the sentio metallico, a small tub. And connecting to the most delicate, glass line, he had connected a copper chamber. It had been hell to acquire that rare material,  but it was worth it now. 

Bright pink began to drip. Silver, not gray, began to slip forth. And the chamber began to fill with charge, indicated to him by the monitor to his right. 

The distiller was in perfect working order. All it needed was a few fresh subjects. 

He watched the Energon drip until it filled half the cube, then stopped. Mentally, Shockwave frowned. The Rain Makers had cleaned up much more than that. And comparatively, half a cube to three mechs was operating at an immense loss, far beyond the cost of actually powering the Distiller. He would have to adjust for the values, figure out just why it produced so little Energon in comparison to its sentio metallico. 

And speaking of the sentio metallico, it was coming thick now, easily filling the lower half of the tub. He dipped his servo into it and brought it to his optic, observing how it behaved when he rubbed it. The warmth it produced was undeniable. The metal was alive and, judging from its reaction to his circular motions, ready to be molded. It was as if the spark had never left the body. 

It suddenly shifted. The metal oozed down his servos, coalescing into a small ball in his palm. Shockwave watched it for a moment. The orbular form it took began to quiver slightly, then developed a few notable features. 

He’d recognize something attempting to take the form of an optic anywhere. Dismissively, he tossed it back into the tub. 

There were kinks to work out in the Distiller, it seemed. Keeping the charge of the spark to produce constant living metal had a few side effects. Watching the metal in the tub, however, he observed that it did not attempt to take any shape or form. It merely sat still, shifting only occasionally from the fresh drips being added to it. 

It bore a striking resemblance to mercury, he thought. He jotted that down mentally and removed the Energon cube. A plate on his other arm slid open, revealing a small tube with a needle at the end. It arose like a snake from its den, slithering towards the open cube. The tip dipped into the pink substance, and Shockwave sampled it. 

It had no particular taste, not that he had ever cared about taste. The charge was entirely neutral despite having been freshly harvested from other bots. And there were no impurities that he could detect. 

The Distiller was working perfectly in that aspect, at least. Energon was being harvested, distilled, and prepared as if it was occurring from any other natural energy source. But why, when fed so much, did the Distiller produce so little? It could not be that the source Energon was so impure.

Those were questions he would have to ponder. The final test was on the artificial spark chamber. He moved to his monitor, checking its readings. 

There was enough charge for two sparks within it. His mental frown deepened. Enough for three had been tossed in. How was it that only two were properly harvested? 

He ordered the monitor to pull up the specific charges. It produced a graph detailing the levels, and how they’d fluctuated. In the beginning, the charge had been almost entirely null, then mixed, then began to decrease towards the negative. After exactly seven kliks and three nanokliks it shot into the positive, the negative completely snuffing out. 

His optic narrowed and he zoomed in on the charge levels again. There had been enough energy for one spark in the chamber when the charge had been primarily negative. The end result, now, was that there was enough energy for two sparks, both positive. 

Oh, how humorous. If he had any sense of the emotion, perhaps he would laugh. In their desperation to make their environment more appealing for them, the Autobots had snuffed out their ally, simply for its differences. 

How truly humorous. 

—----

The Autobot space bridge wasn’t exactly what she’d expected it to be. The Decepticon ones she’d observed, created by Shockwave, were simplistic things, often designed as little more than a circular structure with a power source. The original one formed on Earth, handed to her courtesy of the data packet Soundwave had left on public Decepticon air, had been a bit of an extravagant structure, but it was made that way because of technological restraints. 

Future space bridges were made to conserve as much power as possible while ensuring that they sent their occupants to their destination with only a slight chance of accidentally killing them. She could respect that last part, what was the fun in life if one didn’t have to guard theirs on occasion? 

The Autobot space bridge reminded her of that original one built. In fact, looking at it, she couldn’t help but wonder if the Autobot’s had just taken the original one and painted it orange. Considering the Decepticons had little need for it after Shockwave had begun working on more, she didn’t doubt it. 

She was marched out in stasis cuffs, a rifle trained on her back. They’d elected to cuff her single arm to her leg in the absence of her other, and her joint was already growing sore from how much she was having to arch and move it. The irritation only added to her foul mood. 

Awaiting her at the space bridge was Ultra Magnus, who watched her like a hawk, and the Autobot Channel. She’d gone through quite an upgrade since their last encounter; it was like she was riding on the body of Uptick, and she didn’t quite fit his frame. 

The head thing would have been more of a shock to her, really, if she hadn’t almost died at the same time it had been revealed. Now, knowing it, Puncture’s greatest feeling on the matter was disappointment. Well, disappointment and perhaps a bit of disgrace. She’d really almost had her brain melted by a parasite whose alt mode was a head?

Channel scowled at her as she approached. They were almost on eye level now, thanks to Uptick lending her the entirety of his frame minus a brain and spark. 

“Here she is, sir,” the Prowl who’d accompanied her announced, stepping forward. “Will you be safe traveling without any additional security?”

Magnus gave him a curt nod. “They’re expecting us. And I think I can handle two cuffed prisoners.” He looked between Puncture and Channel, then at the space bridge controls. “Please power it. Time is of the essence.” 

The tiniest twitch of a doorwing told her that the Prowl was displeased with his order, but he obeyed. The rifle at her back fell away as the additional enforcer moved back as well. No one, it seemed, wanted to be anywhere near the space bridge when it charged. 

At the controls, the Prowl flicked a few switches, and the lights of the space bridge turned on. She could feel charge in the air as they walked down what looked like it had once been part of a race track. Now, it almost had the air of marching to a smelting pool. 

A swirling purple portal manifested, horizontally, at the end of the space bridge. She almost snorted at the sight. Oh, they were using old Decepticon tech alright. Couldn’t any Autobot scientist hold a candle to Shockwave?

“Somethin’ funny?” Channel asked, narrowing her optics. Puncture gave her a snide look. 

“You’re behind,” she mocked, and left it at that. Magnus, who’d followed behind them, was unreadable. 

“Move,” he ordered. And what choice did they have, with the size of the blaster he held in his servos?

Stairs rose just before the portal. Channel took them first, hesitating for a moment before promptly dropping in. 

Puncture wouldn’t be nearly so meek. She took each in stride, overly aware of how many optics were on her (only eight, but hey, eight was still a good number). This was no different than marching out from her chamber in The Pit, approaching the empty, Energon soaked center as her name was cheered. 

BREAKER! BREAKER!

There were ten optics on her now. Struts couldn’t see anymore, though his head was still trained in her direction. 

You know he did it to save your life. 

It would have been better if I died. He’s ruined my life is what he’s done. 

You say that like his actions didn’t almost cost him his own!

SHUT UP!

She looked away from him and reminded herself this was a performance. All of life was a damn performance, a performance proving you were the strongest and you deserved the respect your station called for.

She directed her smirk to the Prowl as she jumped for her death. 

—

She did not, in fact, die. As with any space bridge portal, she merely emerged at the other side after confusing turbulence that somehow saw her dumped out of a vertical portal on her back. Puncture grunted as she hit cold metal, hard, knocking the back of her helm against it. Momentarily, her vision swam, black spots appearing at the edge. 

Then she was grabbed by her shoulders and pulled up. She snapped at whoever touched her, mask flaring open to reveal her rotted intake. The Autobot who’d grabbed her promptly turned her around, then smashed her face on the floor. 

Pain exploded over her helm, pounding at the back. The spots were back, this time accompanied by stars. 

“Kid! If you kill ‘er she can’t talk!” 

“She wants to fight, I’ll give her a fight.” 

“Save it fer later. Mags’ll let you duke it out when he’s done.”

She glared up from her position on the floor, Energon leaking from her intake. The pounding in her head felt worse with every sound. Even so, she found it in her to hiss. 

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, kid.” She could make out a teal Autobot with a cygar in his intake standing over her, servos on his hips. “Yer the scariest ‘Con left on Earth, big deal.” 

The other Autobot from before grabbed her again and this time lifted her up entirely, holding her until her pedes found the ground. As he did so, the space bridge portal released its third occupant, who touched down without any issue. 

“Springer. Kup.” He nodded to them both. “It seems you had difficulty with one of the prisoners?” 

Springer, who was still holding her shoulders, released them. “If she wants to fight, I’ll give her an answer.” 

Magnus frowned, and the disapproval in it was strong enough to make Springer flinch. Despite it, though, he still stood in defiance. A tense moment passed between the two. 

Finally, Magnus broke it. “Take them both to the viewing chamber,” he ordered. “We don’t know when they might attack next. Time is of the essence.”

He passed between them both. Kup, who held a blaster in one hand, nodded to both her and Channel, who’d stood by as Puncture was abused, waiting patiently next to the space bridge. “You heard the mech! Move out.” 

Springer, who had abandoned his rifle for his fists, plucked it up from the console he’d left it on and trained it on Puncture. She bristled at him, and he returned her energy. 

“Move. I might have an itchy finger if you don’t.”

She obeyed, but not without spitting on the ground where he’d walk first. 

–

The space bridge room they’d arrived in was only a small part of what she was learning was an unfinished Autobot base. The walls were up, but the majority of the rooms they passed were empty or only had bare essentials. One or two were powered, with proper monitors and equipment within them, but as she was guided down one of the many halls, she observed the majority of the base to be empty. 

Clearly, they’d begun their set up on Cybertron, but hadn’t come close to completing it–yet. She’d only been out for about four million years; if this Autobot installation wasn’t new, then she wasn’t currently trapped in the plating of a fragging bug. 

That gave her hope. A new base didn’t mean they were winning. It only meant they’d carved out a space they felt safe enough to settle in. Perhaps the Autobots had taken some of Cybertron, but not all. Her brethren had to still be out there. 

The hall came to a stop, and she was guided into what seemed to be a large conference room at the end of it. There was a screen on the wall, and a large table to sit at. Controls for the screen were found in a panel next to it. Magnus had already positioned himself opposite the screen, at the head of the table. Channel sat farther away from him, almost looking guilty as she stared off into space. 

Puncture took the first chair she saw, caring little of its positioning, and sat down. Springer and Kup both lingered at the doorway, which sealed behind them all. 

Magnus looked between Puncture and Channel, producing a data pad from his subspace. 

“I assume no introduction is needed as to why either of you are here,” he said. “If for some reason you’ve forgotten, you’ll know by the end of this session. And just so you both know, this is intended to be a one time occurrence. Nothing said in this room will be repeated.”

She rolled her optics. “So what, are you asking for a confession, then? Is this your trial?” Casting a glance back at Springer, she scoffed. “The jury is biased against me, isn’t it?”

“This is not a trial,” Magnus responded, casting her a look. “But its outcome will determine your fate, so if you have strong feelings regarding that, you’d best listen.”

She shut up, albeit begrudgingly. Channel cringed, refusing to look at either of them. 

“Channel.” The sound of her name drew her gaze. “You violated the terms of your vow when receiving your Autobrand. As you understand, the punishment for this is a revocation of your badge. You have also waived your right to sanctuary in our bases and cities by violating the terms of your contract regarding your habitation on Cybertron.” 

Her expression spoke of anger and defiance, but she said nothing. Instead, her fists closed, opened, and closed again.

“Puncture.” Magnus turned his gaze on her. “You’re a Decepticon. While interspatial law provides you with multiple protections under the Warfaring Species Act, you have lost the majority of them following your actions on planet Earth.” He looked at his datapad. “And beyond that…your crimes within the Cybertronian underground have not gone unnoticed. I have you on here for more counts of mechslaughter than I can list in a timely manner.” 

She huffed. “So?”

“So,” Magnus continued, “neither of you are in favorable positions at the present moment. Puncture, you are slated for execution no matter where in the universe you demand to stand trial. Channel, you face possible imprisonment and exile from Cybertron.”

“As if I wasn’t already exiled from here,” Channel grumbled so lowly, Puncture barely heard it. 

“That is all just to preface what I am about to propose to you.” Magnus continued to type on his datapad. “What I am about to tell you is private knowledge. If either of you share this with anyone else–” at this he gave Channel a knowing look “--then you face indefinite imprisonment. Puncture, you will be authorized for on the spot execution.” 

Springer favored his rifle a bit too much behind her. 

“So, with that said, I have a proposal for both of you. If you choose to accept it, I can guarantee your charges–all of them–will be completely eliminated from your record, at least according to Autobot records.” 

Puncture blinked. “You aren’t serious.” 

“I am more serious in this moment than I have been in the past seven battles commanding my soldiers.” He didn’t even hesitate. 

Channel narrowed her optics and arched an optical ridge. “Magnus, what’re you getting at? Prowl’s the sort to offer this kinda protection. You don’t pardon mechs. I’ve never seen you let anyone off the hook.” 

“The situation we find ourselves in is demanding of capable soldiers whose sparks we can afford to lose,” he responded. She grimaced. 

“So that’s why,” she spat, looking away. “That all I am t’ you all? After all this?”

It made sense, to Puncture. Of course they’d want to get rid of her. Kill her with a smelting pool, a rifle, or a suicide mission, as long as they killed her, the Autobots were happy. Her antenna twitched. Though it was, admittedly, funny, to see that they’d turn on one of their own. 

“Well?” Magnus said, ignoring Channel’s question. “Does this offer interest either of you?”

Trial and execution, or a suicide mission she might just escape. The answer seemed clear enough. 

“Yes.”

“No.”

She and Channel spoke at the same time. Puncture met her gaze, and for a moment, a shared bond of animosity passed between them. 

You don’t get to kill me, she thought, letting it spill into her EM field. Your best friend dies unavenged.

Magnus looked over to Channel, about to speak. Her fists clenched tighter than ever. 

“Yes,” she grit out, gaze locked onto Puncture. “Frag my previous comment. I am interested.”

He nodded. “Alright then. If you’re both in agreement, then we can proceed.” 

Kup moved away from the door, heading to the control panel for the screen on the wall. Magnus tapped on his datapad, then nodded at him. 

“As I said before, what I am about to show you is entirely confidential. You can tell no one about what you witness in this room, is that clear?”

Puncture shrugged. Channel huffed. 

“Then I believe a demonstration of just what it is we want you to pursue, execute, and detain, would be best. Kup, if you will.”

Kup flicked a few switches. The lights went out. The screen blared to life. And on it, a video log began to play. There was no audio, not that she much cared.

It showed the outside of an Autobot base. Two Autobots, one with a motorcycle alt mode and the other with a truck of some kind, were patrolling. They passed beneath the camera, chatting to one another. They stopped for a moment, just before what looked like the back wall of the base. 

The time indicated it was early morning on Cybertron, approximately forty-two kliks before the light would return. Artificial light poured down from glowing spots on the wall. 

Puncture cocked her head slightly. Why a video? Why not just a data package? If this was so confidential, wouldn’t it be better to pass it wordlessly? Then again…

She looked at Channel again. Perhaps the tiny little parasite had more abilities than she’d originally thought. 

On the screen, one of the Autobots paused and pointed at something off screen. The other followed his servo and raised his blaster slowly. They were speaking, but whatever they said was inaudible. 

Whatever it was began to approach. They both stepped back, training their blasters on it. She recognized terror on their faceplates. The pipes on the truck spat out a small puff of fumes, visualizing his distress. The motorcycle one transformed his legs partially, to permit him to zip away. 

Neither of them would see the chance to flee. A blur shot across the screen, smashing into the motorcycle one and pinning him against the wall. Energon sprayed as the creature tore off his arm before he could even pull the trigger on his rifle. 

Oh, she recognized that shape, albeit just barely. Her helm pounded slightly at the memory, which was mixed with hatred and pain. 

It was on the island. She remembered. It was with Invert. 

The creature was thin, almost skeletal, and six tentacles emerged from its back. It had been those tentacles that tore off the Autobot’s arm. And as they all watched, the claws tipping the tentacles dug into his plating, crackling as electricity surged through them. 

The truck one jumped back and aimed for the creature. Before he could shoot, a blast pierced clean through his hand, causing him to drop his weapon. He cried out and staggered away from the creature, who was now crouched over his partner, tentacles flaring defensively.

Another bot approached from off screen, originating from the same direction the Autobot’s had originally come from. She recognized an Autobrand on its arm, though its back was to the camera. The truck bot looked shocked as it approached, his optics widening with recognition and terror. He was saying something, and judging from how his dermas moved, it was the same thing, over and over. 

The strange bot walked right past the creature. Then it lunged after the truck bot, tackling him to the ground. And with the fury of the possessed it assaulted him, beating him again and again and again, until a pool of Energon as large as its victim had formed beneath them both. His body twitched, spasmed, struggled, then weakened, slowly stilling as each blow took more and more out of him. 

The creature watched, flinching a few times when Energon droplets flew past it. Then it turned back to its victim and wrapped two tentacles around him, lifting his limp form with ease. The other four were used to lift the creature itself, carrying it ever so slightly towards the other mysterious bot.

Expectantly, the creature waited just behind it. It was hunched in a strange way over the truck bot. A sudden light illuminated over them both, reflecting off his plating. Then it extinguished, and the bot stood. 

It grabbed the truck bot’s leg, turned its head towards the creature, and began to walk back the way it had come. Puncture’s optics widened at the sight of its face, her spark spinning faster in her chassis. Channel gasped. 

The creature bowed its head to the bot, and together, they carried their victims off screen. Only now was it revealed–the truck bot had a hole torn in his chassis, right where his spark chamber should be. Already, he was turning gray. 

The video cut when they both disappeared. Puncture’s single fist clenched tight. She could feel her head pounding and her spark spinning.

The bot she had seen, the one which had beaten the other to death and, seemingly, consumed his spark. The one who walked like it wasn’t familiar in its frame, who attacked with such unnatural aggression. She didn’t recognize the bot itself, but she recognized the single feature she had seen: 

The bot’s face was missing. And it’s optics were white. 

Channel had retreated into herself, her in-venting hastening. Her arms were trembling as she stared into nothing with wide eyes. 

“That is what we would like you to hunt,” Magnus said, cutting through the tension like it was no thicker than common Energon. “That duo has already claimed six Autobots. We have theories as to what they are, but no idea where they came from.” He rested his arms on the table, tenting his servos. “Your mission would be to capture both, alive or dead, and bring them back.”

She should be excited, but something about the familiarity of them both left her feeling a tiny sliver of…what was it called? She’d lost the ability to feel fear long ago, but it was some kind of…wariness? Self-preservation? 

There was no use letting the Autobots see that, though. 

“That’s all? Your soldiers must be slipping if they can’t handle a single turncoat.” 

A strange kind of darkness clouded Magnus’s optics for just a moment, though it quickly dissipated. 

“He wasn’t a turncoat,” he explained, focusing on his datapad. “The Autobot you witnessed, the ‘turncoat’, as you claim, was set to patrol four mega-cycles earlier. We found his empty frame a chord later, directly beneath the camera that recorded this.”

She huffed. So not only was this problem duo deadly, they were bold.

Channel whispered something almost inaudible, something only Puncture heard. She turned, raising an optical ridge. “What was that?”

Channel only shook her head. “You’re sendin’ us to die,” she muttered. “You’re sendin’ us to die.” 

Magnus vented. “I wouldn’t phrase it like that. You’ll be provided with appropriate equipment.”

“Those were sparkeaters,” she spat. “You’re askin’ us to be bait for sparkeaters!”

“There is no confirmation that either are–”

“Yes, they are!” She practically screamed it, slamming a fist on the table. “You’re better than this, Magnus! When did we Autobots go from savin’ to sacrificin’ one another!? You of all bots–"

“I’ll do it,” Puncture interjected. Channel glared at her, looking very much like she wanted to rip her head off. “Sparkeater or not. But you’d better hold up your side of the bargain, Autobot.” 

Magnus hummed and looked to Channel. “Channel?” 

She was shaking with rage, and it took her a moment to speak. “I-I’ll…fine. I’ll do it. For him.”

Magnus vented. “Then we have an agreement.” He stood, handing his datapad over to Puncture, along with a pen. “Please sign.”

“What for?” She took it skeptically.

“The official record. This will be reviewed–”

As Magnus poured into legal jargon about the importance of contracts and reviewers, she tuned him out. A contract was pulled up on the datapad. What was it that Sparkripper had taught her? Always read the full conditions? 

Well, it wasn’t like she had anything else to lose. With only a bit too much difficulty, she scrawled her new name, Puncture, onto the line. Magnus repeated the process with Channel, who looked as ready to attack him as she did Puncture.

“We’ll have you both accommodated for your mission, then,” Magnus said after reviewing the signatures. “Springer, take Puncture to the medical bay for additional repairs. Channel…we’ll see about what can be done regarding your ‘condition’.”

“I’m not leavin’ him,” she snapped. “No matter what you say, no matter what you do–”

“We won’t separate you. You can relax.” 

Channel vented in relief. Puncture felt servos on her shoulder and cast Springer a glare, which he returned. As she stood and was led away, she cast one final look at Channel, who was glaring at the table, lost in thought. 

Just what had she meant when she whispered the name Luster? 

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Your commission will be delivered in 2-3 weeks (Or more, for bigger projects). If you need te art for an specific date please let me know and I'll try have it ready in time! Send me a message if you have any questions.

ADDITIONAL CHARACTER INFO: Prices are below each example, 75% of the base price for each character. *Busts with additional characters are not available. Pets can be added for 60% of the base price!

Terms of service:

I will draw anything (OCs, fanart, real people, humanoid and pets) except mecha, because I’m really bad at it, sorry! I’m okay with NSFW as long is not really explicit. I’m OK with nude art.

Extra detailed accesories like wings, weapons, amors will count as extra details and they will be charged starting at $6 USD. Simple backgrounds such as monochrome bgs, gradients and simple compositions have no extra cost. For detailed backgrounds please send me your ideas and I’ll send you a quote :).

Payments are only through PayPal invoices in USD (US Dollars) or their equivalent in MXN (Mexican Pesos), for the protection of both sides. I also can take Ko-fi.

I Accept two-part payments. I’ll start working on the piece as soon as I receive the first part, first updates will be sent in less than 15 days. The rest of the invoice would be paid before I send the finished illustration.

These prices are only for personal commissions. If you need art for commercial purposes, please read my full TOS (link below) or send me an e-mail and I’ll gladly make a price quote for the commercial rigths.

I have the rights of every commission made. Please don’t take the credits of the art or reproduct it on commercial products.

For more important info, please READ MY FULL TOS.

How to commission?

If you’re interested to commission, please send an email to sanagie4@gmail.com or send me a DM filling this form:

Character/person name(s):

Art style: (Colored sketch, full rendered, handmade watercolor)

Size: (Bust, half or full body)

Photo references:

Outfit/costume references:

Quick Description of the character(s): (Age, height, hairstyle, complexion, personality, likes)

Pose, background and/or extra details

PayPal e-mail:

If you have any questions please leave a comment or send me a message and I’ll respond as quickly as I can! Thank you for your interest ♥ 

PS: You can also commission me directly on Vgen and Artistree!

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