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Thank you so much for considering a projectATLA5 commission! I strive to work with my clients to create art that we can both be proud of. I take a very hands on approach, giving lots of updates and allowing for changes and fixes. I can't wait to work with you! Send me a message on any of my socials if you would like to commission me or just say hi!~

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Rot within and without.…Atlas was deeply asleep, her eyebrows scrunched as she mumbled softly. Her hair long having escaped the loose braids that were their prison, shielded her from the artificial sunrise polluting her dark sanctuary with dawn rays. The dustmotes illuminating as they danced in the soft serenity of the scene. A hard working Dragonling resting soundly at her desk, still clutching a wrench in her scaled hand as if falling into sleep mid action.
The idealistic setting gave little insight to the war raging behind in her dreaming world.
Flashes of colour
Cyan
Red
The sound of distorted voices, mumbling, crying, screaming, fragments of phrases. Broken memories of the people that once were.
The smell of damp plantlife, age, and rotting flesh.
Flickering, tilting images of a sunny meadow that was also somehow a scene of a terrible underwater implosion, red clouds snaking their way through the wreckage. The image of Shiver’s user interface avatar standing in the midst of it all, watching atlas. Accusation and love warring on her face.“You awful, broken thing.” The avatar smiled at her, suddenly far more alive than she ought to be. “You have ruined us both.”
Atlas put up her palms as a silent plea for the woman to stay where she was, fear making her feel pathetic and small.
“I am sorry! I have to do this.” Atlas pleaded. “This could fix everything!”The onslaught of senses crashed into Atlas, becoming louder, sharper, more real. Her tearstained face pulled into an ugly snarl as Shiver stepped closer to her, gently cupping Atlas’s cheeks in her hands. The feeling of her gentle palms against Atlas’s skin made the dragon freeze for a long moment.
Ignoring her pathetic explanations the woman continued. “Pulling us both apart,”
Her grip on Atlas tightened painfully, her nails digging into soft blue flesh. Vivid blood both rising to her cheeks in a blush and oozing slowly from the wounds in her face. Atlas struggled in her grip as Shiver pressed her soft body against the helpless dragonkin.
“Putting us together.” Shiver sighed fondly, a hand sliding down to gently grip Atlas’ throat. “Playing god.”
The avatar purred her lips barely inches from her prey’s. Atlas let her eyes close as those lips, mercifully, torturously, met hers. A wretched cry wrestled itself from her tightening throat.
Pain bloomed in her chest as a cyan glow began to embrace the pair. Atlas could feel herself decay, meat sloughing off of her slight form, the smell and taste of decay making her gag and sob against the insistent lips of the other woman.Finally, Shiver pulled away slightly, a look of adoration in her doe eyes as she searched Atlas’s rotten face.
“Let me be your tomb.” She panted softly, slipping her thigh between Atlas’s. “Be my corpse.”
Atlas freed herself from the woman and fell to the side on all fours, throwing up blood in a constant stream. Again and again. Hot, red, filth surging from her nose and mouth. The hopeless feeling of everything being pulled from her, the sticky sensation of the blood drying on her skin.
Shiver didn’t move to help her, looking down at her like she was nothing. Disgust settling on her lovely features making her look like a viper ready to strike.
“I can feel them, you know?” She stated dispassionately. “I can feel them inside and it hurts.”
Atlas looked up at her, apologies in her throat being drowned by all the blood. Shiver kicked her in the middle with a sickening crunch. “Ugly dreams for a long dead titan.”…The serene vision of the sleeping dragon erupted in gargled shrieking and a flurry of movement as Atlas burst from her seat, swinging her wrench in a frenzied panic. The coppery taste of blood still coated her tongue. Atlas couldn't breathe, no matter how much air she sucked down it wasn’t enough. Her vision began to blur and the world swayed slightly, bile rising in the back of her throat. She made a break for the bathroom, almost diving to the toilet, barely making it in time to empty her guts into the waste unit. Again and again, she threw up, the lingering taste of her own rotting flesh mixed with a sense of motion sickness had her pathetically sobbing into the bowl. She continued throwing up until there was nothing left and her body ached all over. Her now empty stomach still spasmed and contracted as if trying to evacuate the very memory of the dream.
The only sound in the empty apartment was the sound of little sobs and then a furious, primal scream. The kind of sound only a dragon could make.It took a long time for her to compose herself enough to stop the pathetic sounds that escaped her, unbidden and unwanted. Atlas slowly, painfully got to her feet, hobbling towards the vanity. With a shameful fumbling movement, she flicked on the bathroom light. Squinting bitterly at her reflection in the mirrored cabinet she braced herself on the sink.
Her eyes still bleary with sickness and sleep she took in her face and how it had changed in such a short time. Cursed knowledge moulding her into a person she barely recognised.
Dark circles permanently inked under her eyes, a sort of panic, hiding just behind her impassive expression, her ears drooped in a permanent solemn slump.
Decay
Rot
She tried to wash it away, shaking hands scrubbing her face. She rinsed out her mouth and with one final scowl at her reflection Atlas opened the mirrored cabinet. She was disgusted by the creature that looked back at her so with that decisive motion, she banished it from her sight. She grabbed her pain medication and popped two into her mouth, swallowing them down in a practiced manner.
She had found herself thinking a lot about the concept of decay lately. Feeling a kinship with her home. She and the habitat, both rotting together. Their bodies decomposing intertwined. Traitorous flesh letting the spirit down.
With an angry flick of her tail she shook her head. She MUSTN'T fall into the comfortable pit of despair.
Repair, exhume, heal.
She stalked out of the bathroom, a new vigor in her painful gait.
The habitat they lived in was falling into extreme disrepair, Things breaking down faster than the engineers could repair them. At this rate they didn't have long before the crushing pressure of the ocean ripped the habitat apart and killed everyone insi…
NOPE! Don't think about it. She sagged into her work chair, getting comfortable at her desk.
Projects strewn across the surface in various stages of repair. Controlled chaos, atlas called it. Claude often mentioned the state of her desk, poking fun at her and hinting that it needed to be tidied.
Atlas knew that he was probably right. That she should /probably/ Keep her workspace clear, that wasn't the point. Order was temporary. Vulnerable to the insidious influence of entropy. Chaos was known, comforting, and most importantly stable. A mess will never spontaneously rearrange itself into order.
Atlas pulled her goggles over her eyes, working silently in the half light of her workshop. She had been working on this particular project for a while now. When asked why she was stalling she rolled her eyes in a playful manner.
“you can't rush perfection”
She appraised the elegant curve of the metal and sigh softly, a lump settling in her throat at the sight of the twin prosthetics. She knew she was dragging her feet. Atlas was resistant to change. Broken things are comforting. Repairing them introduced uncertainty.
She steadied her shaking hands with a calming breath and got back to work.
She would not let the decay take her, the rot was hers. She could shed it if she wanted.
She and shiver, their own ships of Theseus.
If she had to repair them both piece by piece until there was nothing left of the rotting bodies they started with, so be it.
Arms, legs, environmental controls, life support? It could all be repaired, it WOULD bend to her will.
She could be the one to fix it. If only the habitat could heal herself the way Atlas could. She hissed again, frustration building in her chest, breath becoming harder to come by as the panic grew in her.
If only shiver could TELL HER what was wrong. Tell her all the parts that hurt. Atlas would happily spend her whole life soothing the hurt, repairing all that was broken.
A blush coloured her cheeks a soft lavender.

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