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syscardinal · 2 months

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hihi!! i love your art sm !!

im curious on how you draw your chibis? they are so squishy and theyre like mochis and blueberry muffins (in the best way o m gee) !!

like hows the anatomy/posing work for you? tips would be super super helpful wow

Hi! First of all, thank you! This is a hard one cuz I dont usually draw chibis ehe, but I will try to aid you with the few knowlegment I got. As you can see, I have a lot of styles when it comes to draw cheebs but I think i can resume it in one word: SIMPLIFY

For example, here's a drawing of Gaming I did. Let's dig into it!!

First I tried to replicate the same pose Gaming has in his official art, notice that this not have to follow exactly the same guidelines. "Why?" Well because when drawing a chibi, theres some limitations since the body shrunkens, there is a variety on how cheeb anatomy works but I'll get to that point later-

Forget about detailing too much, like putting in the cheeb every wrinkle of the clothes, every strand of hair or every little costure. With this I am not saying that you have to get rid of ,for example, Furina's decorations in her hat, instead you can simplify them!! If you consider that detail important enough just draw it! (See the image for a example on how I do it)

Negative Space oh man my art teacher used to talk about this a lot and in chibis this is SUPER relevant. A good negative space always leads to clarity, and since cheebs are a really little thing,what we want is exactly that, clarity. Try to make a clear silloutte of what you are trying to convey in the chibi, this will make it look 10 times better for starters.

Lastly, dont forget that cheebs follow the same rules as a normal drawing(like line of action, perspective, etc) In case of cheebs though is usual for the heads, eyes and mouth to be bigger, I'll explain in more detail this below!

Here's the speedpaint for more detail:

Lets go now with Anatomy and Proportions, as I was saying above, there is a lot of variety in cheebs anatomy. I dont think there is a wrong or correct way to draw a chibi here, there is just a lot of ways to draw them altough usually it follows these points:

Chibis are no more than 3 heads in height, after that it just stops feeling like a chibi drawing.

Eyes tends to be bigger, generaly eyes occupies 1/3 of the head. In my case I like to make the ears also just as big as the eyes with the shape of a bean or simply a circle. Moving to the mouth, I draw a simple shape of a triangle, just including the teeths when they smile.

Depending on the proportions you choose, it will give you different results, here you have to choose what you want for your chibi, for example: A proportion of the size of 2 heads + It gives you the liberty of draw more details and complex poses. On the other side a proportion of 1 head or less makes the chibi simpler but at the same time more cute to look at(see my examples at the end of this post!)

Last but not least, use this chart just as a reference, you can draw the bodies roundier, taller, tinier. Its up to your liking!!

Hope that this was not too overwhelming haha, I am not an expert on drawing cheebs but they are fun to try! I tried to summarize my own knowledge and mixed it with some google search(ehe)

Please dont hesitate to try as much as you want, there is a lot of ways to draw the tiny ones and none of them is incorrect. Hope this helps you and thanks for reading!!!

Here are the examples I mentioned above!!

#asks #syscardinal #tutorial #chibi #havefun!

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annetictac · 4 months

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As you wish CL16

Summary: Charlie helps you out when batteries run out. One - shot.

Warnings: smut below.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything F1 or CL related, this fic is for fun!

It was silly really.

She’d been so frustrated, so sexually deprived that she had run to her room not locking the door. Then her trusted companion, the little bullet vibrator that could get her off under 5 minutes had decided enough was enough and it slowly died on her before giving her release.

She really had to begin reading all those mediating, calming books she had piled next to her bed. She’d been so annoyed by the timing of the bullet demise that she had thrown it to the wall, hitting a lamp, making it break and fall loudly on the floor. And also, the quick unplanned movement - from her unstable one leg up position, dress wrinkled up, panties still hanging from the upper leg - had finished to unbalance her making her also fall loudly.

It had taken less than a minute for Charles to barge in, without knocking of course.

“Are you ok?” he’d asked, his lovely innocent green eyes looking for any sign of harm quickly before they jumped to look to the ceiling once he realized her panties – black lace, he noticed – were not on. They both had the decency to blush wildly.

“I – I-“ she began stammering, quickly closing her legs and pulling her panties up. And before she could think further. “Sorry, my vibrator broke and I threw it against the wall, bad aim, bad-”

“It broke?” he interrupted, his eyes meeting hers again, still a little blush remaining over his cheeks. She blushed furiously.

“Not like that! Batteries run out,” she stood, smoothing the flowy fabric of her skirt to cover what it could of her upper legs. She noticed Charles’ pretty eyes followed her hands in movement.

“Did you at least get off?” he dropped without thinking, keeping the red on her cheeks.

“N-no,” she mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ears. “Hence, the violence…”

“Do you want me to help?”

She blamed their sheer bluntness on the ridiculousness of their situation. They were friends. The’d been friends for a long time and not once had he given her any sign that he regarded her as anything but. In fact, every time someone would confuse her for his inexistent sister, he would always avoid to deny it.

She stood there for what felt like hours, but was probably a couple of seconds and it wasn’t until she saw him physically give a step back that something snapped her into action.

“Sure!”

It was unclear to know if they both felt the need to act so quickly before the bravado ran out. Both met in the middle before Charles grabbed the ends of her dress, his fingertips brushing her legs slightly. Giving her shivers and heating her centre surprisingly quickly.

“I-“ Before he could say anything, her hands went quickly to grab his neck and she helped her self on her tips to kiss him. Bless him for his quick reaction times. In less than a second his big hands grabbed her naked ass from under her dress to flush her against him. “Fuck…” he muttered against her neck as he dropped wet kisses and licks around her collarbone.

“Fuck…” she agreed nodding slightly as she leaned her neck back to grant him access. She thanked the makers of her dress for buttons that opened too easily as he pressed down and down into her chest. She sighed when he sat bringing her into his lap, putting pressure to the apex of her long legs. She rolled her hips brushing her pussy against the costures of his jeans. Frustration beginning to build.

And then nothing. He felt his strong arms pushing her away from where she wanted him.

“Patience, love,” he muttered as he finished taking her dress off, pushed completely away her soaking panties. She didn’t wait for him to open her bra’s lock, quickly discarding it on the floor. His hands had been grabbing her ass cheeks, probably leaving red marks in their wake. He paused, taking her in and slowly closing his eyes, he gave her a kiss over her belly button, his fingers moving forward ‘til they found her folds. She hissed, her hand jumping to his strong neck.

“Charlie,” she whispered in awe as her eyes slipped closed, she leaned her weight into his knees as she stood in front of him as he explored her softly. “I’m going to need way more than a finger to come, darling,” she muttered, her fingers threading into his brown locks, nails scratching him, as he entered further in his exploratory index and took it out completely. She opened her eyes confused to watch him suck his own finger.

“I’m going to need you to lay down,” he instructed, sucking again on his finger. That image would be on her top three she would need in the future to touch herself. He smirked and didn’t wait for her to move, he pushed her into bed, as he laid on his side, mouth near hers. “If I’d known you tasted this good, I would have barged into your room a lot sooner…” he whispered, making her flush again, as he returned his finger into position and placed a second one as his thumb lazily toyed with her clit. She sighed in content, as he picked up the pace. “Tell me how you want me love,” he kissed her lower jaw, his fingers not loosing pace. She looked at him, her eyes drawn into his pretty lips. Her thoughts must have showed because he grinned widely. “As you wish,” he said giving her a quick peck before changing positions, opening her legs, raising one over his shoulders. Fuck his shoulders. She felt the first wave of her orgasm arriving when his tongue began dancing over her clit. It took her little to crash but instead of stopping he slowed his space and rode her wave with her.

Once he felt her relaxing, he picked up the pace until she reached a second one too easily. When she was younger she would have been embarrassed, now she knew better. She sighed his name, moaned and pushed her feet ‘til his shoulders. She could swear she felt him grinning as he continued to leak her climax away.

“Charlie,” she called lazily as she felt herself relax for the second time. She pushed his face away softly, rubbing her wetness from his lips with her thumb. He climbed ‘til he was on top of her before kissing her sloppily. It was then she noticed he was unfairly fully dressed.

“You look so pretty like this, love,” he mumbled into her lips. “So pretty,” he repeated as his hand held her jaw before kissing her fully. She felt her belly filling with butterflies while she returned his kiss with enthusiasm. She felt the tension in his jeans but before she could release him, he said. “I would have offered to find you batteries sooner,” he mumbled to her lips. She frowned confused.

“What?” He blinked at her confusion.

“I was offering to help you find new batteries for your toy,” he explained. She flushed red in embarrassment and she was tempted to flee in shame but his strong arms held her in place. “I think I liked your idea of help much better than mine!”

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sunshyni · 3 months

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n.a: esse cenário não saía da minha cabeça, precisei escrever. Existe a grande possibilidade 99% comprovada de que isso ficou ruim, mas só releva o plot e ignora a escrita KKKKK

avisos: temos um Donghyuck pediatra esbanjando sensualidade, um palavrãozinho e tá um bocadinho sugestivo. Fruto dessa loucura aqui.

w.c: 1.3k

Boa leitura, docinhos! 🧡

— A senhora já sabe onde pegar o medicamento dele, né? — Doutor Donghyuck perguntou a responsável do seu paciente das 16h que cutucava o nariz incessantemente em busca de uma meleca. A mãe do garoto assentiu com um gesto de cabeça e uma resposta verbal enquanto balançava a mão na direção da criança, num pedido silencioso para que o garotinho a pegasse. Donghyuck se abaixou, diminuindo sua estatura para ficar do mesmo tamanho que o menino com corte tigelinha, e tirou do bolso do jaleco branco, um pirulito pequeno em formato de coração, optando por dificultar a vida dos dentistas de plantão e entregou o doce para o garoto que imediatamente perdeu o interesse no nariz catarrento — Te espero na próxima consulta, garotão. Obedece sua mãe, ouviu? Pra você crescer que nem o tio aqui.

Donghyuck bagunçou os cabelos escuros da criança, acenando numa despedida final até que eles virassem o corredor, que foi o momento exato que ele capturou seu pulso, colocando todo seu corpo para dentro do consultório dele e fechando a porta logo a seguir. Você se encostou na parede, abraçando a ficha referente ao próximo paciente do pediatra com uma força desnecessária, reflexo do seu nervosismo e ansiedade. Donghyuck foi se aproximando aos poucos, o odor do chiclete de melancia que ele havia mascado agora há pouco alcançando as suas narinas sem permissão alguma, como consequência você elevou o queixo, o peito subindo e descendo numa velocidade fora do normal quando Haechan se inclinou e suas pálpebras ganharam vida própria, automaticamente se fechando sem o comando do seu cérebro.

— Tá esperando por alguma coisa? — Ele provocou num sussurro, fazendo você acertá-lo bem no bolso superior do jaleco no qual “Donghyuck Lee” estava costurado numa fonte infantil, e ao lado um coração desengonçado, igualmente desenhado por uma criança, ou foi só ele que costurou com o uso das suas habilidades quase inexistentes nesse âmbito. Donghyuck sorriu daquele jeitinho característico de menino levado e pousou as palmas das mãos sobre as suas bochechas, selando os lábios nos seus gentilmente num beijo que dizia com todas as letras: “senti sua falta”, ainda que vocês dois trabalhassem no mesmo andar do hospital, você na recepção e ele na própria sala.

— Eu tenho uma má notícia — Você disse ao mesmo tempo que Haechan envolvia os braços ao seu redor, e você prosseguia abraçando a mesma ficha.

— Fala — Você sorriu para o resquício de gloss labial nos lábios de Donghyuck que foi transferido de você para ele durante o beijo — Mas fica sabendo que se você me der cano hoje à noite, só te perdôo com, no mínimo, cinquenta beijos.

— Os seus últimos dois pacientes desmarcaram, então 'cê vai ter que me esperar um pouco mais naquele bar — Donghyuck fez careta, odiando a ideia de ter que esperar você terminar o expediente para vocês dois poderem se encontrar novamente no primeiro encontro, depois de muita insistência da parte dele. A verdade é que todo mundo da ala sabia sobre o pediatra Donghyuck e sua quedinha pela enfermeira residente – embora você já tivesse subido de patamar – vocês viviam numa troca de olhares intensa, no entanto você não queria se comprometer, pensando que poderiam julgá-la de forma injusta se você começasse a paquerar um dos médicos do lugar. Suas convicções foram para o ralo quando há pouco mais de uma semana, Donghyuck te beijou na sala de descanso, envolvendo todo seu corpo numa cadência nunca experimentada ou vivenciada antes.

— Eu não posso te esperar mais — Ele fez beicinho, se assemelhando mais com um dos seus pacientes pequeninos do que com um médico com especialização em pediatria que de fato o descrevia. Você tirou as mãos dele do seu corpo apenas para colocar a ficha – que impedia o contato completo entre vocês – acima de um armário ao seu lado, ficando nas pontas dos pés no processo, Donghyuck aproveitou a deixa para pousar a mão no pedacinho de pele que se tornou visível com o seu uniforme que se soergueu um bocado, e você enviou-lhe um olhar enviesado — Você já me fez esperar muito, 'cê sabe, né? Todo esse tempo te adorando em silêncio. Você, por acaso, sente prazer em me torturar?

— 'Cê gosta dessas coisas, doutor Lee? — Foi a sua vez de instigar, admirando a expressão do belo homem à sua frente que se tornou lasciva com a frase repleta de segundas intenções, Donghyuck te segurou nos braços novamente e você envolveu-lhe o pescoço, brincando com os cabelos ligeiramente compridos num corte meio mullet que te deixava gamada. E, apesar de não haver mais a ficha entre vocês, o estetoscópio de Haechan se mostrava um incômodo que não demorou muito para ser descartado temporariamente, e tomar o mesmo caminho que o primeiro item.

— Se você continuar me chamando de doutor Lee nesse seu jeitinho dengoso...

Donghyuck era completamente fissurado por bares fliperamas, ele gostava da estética e da atmosfera vintage retrô, por isso não pensou duas vezes em te convidar para um encontro em um deles, certo de que vocês poderiam ficar pertinhos um do outro enquanto jogavam pinball. Ansiosa do jeito que estava, você não fez muita coisa além de passar em casa para tomar um banho relaxante, trocar suas roupas e retocar a maquiagem que você raramente passava, optando por um batom rosinha ao invés do brilho labial, convicta de que seu removedor de batom particular faria seu trabalho com excelência. Já Donghyuck chegou muito cedo no local, pagou por algumas moedas para iniciar as máquinas e já estava na sua segunda cerveja long neck quando você resolveu dar o ar da graça.

— 'Cê sabe jogar, né? — Ele te perguntou e você apenas assentiu de relance, ocupada demais contemplando-o dentro de roupas casuais, dado que seus horários de saída eram sempre conflitantes, então tudo que você já pôde contemplar do guarda-roupa de Haechan se resumiam a peças na sua maioria pretas ou cinzas que ele costumava vestir por baixo do jaleco, mas hoje ele decidira ser ousado, unindo o despojado ao estiloso, embora as cores neutras permanecessem presentes — A gente pode jogar junto.

Você achou que ele estava falando sobre vocês dividirem as partidas de um mesmo pinball, mas não foi esse o caso, considerando que só foi você inserir a ficha na máquina para Donghyuck se colocar atrás de você, as mãos sobrepostas nas suas nos botões laterais do pinball, utilizados para movimentar os flippers do brinquedo.

— Tô um pouquinho bêbado ou é só o seu cheiro que é inebriante? — Ele questionou sem qualquer rastro de vergonha, pressionando o peitoral nas suas costas e afundando o rosto no seu cabelo solto e curvatura do pescoço. Você prendeu o fôlego, com certeza nada acostumada e familiarizada com a proximidade, e com o calor que emanava do corpo alheio, nem sabia se estava marcando pontos ou não, só conseguia prestar atenção nas suas reações diante a cada respiração e batida do coração de Haechan — Por favor, vira. Preciso te beijar.

Você o fez tão logo o Lee terminou a sentença, pega desprevenida por um Haechan faminto capturando sua nuca com possessão, colapsando os lábios contra os seus de forma tão profunda e vivaz, que por pouco ele não esqueceu da superfície de vidro da máquina e ergueu seu corpo sobre ela, louco para te tocar por toda parte. Você agarrou a jaqueta dele, espelhando os movimentos que ele fazia com a língua no interior da sua boca a fim de vocês conduzirem uma dança harmoniosa, quase choramingando contra os lábios do Lee quando o joelho se meteu furtivamente entre as suas pernas, fazendo você desejar que nenhuma família estivesse assistindo de camarote a todos aqueles hormônios batalhando uns com os outros, porque de maneira alguma um cidadão comum poderia conseguir ou ousar tirar vocês daquela bolha particular de ternura.

— Porra, 'cê é viciante — A voz de Haechan saiu abafada por estar escondendo o rosto corado no seu ombro, te surpreendendo com uma mordida no local desnudo dado a sua escolha de roupas. Você esboçou um sorriso contente, obrigando o Hyuck a olhá-la novamente apenas para você capturar suas bochechas e apertá-las, como se ele não tivesse te beijado pra valer com direito a mordidinha no lábio inferior, instantes antes.

— Ah, então era esse pinball que você queria jogar? — Você questionou brincalhona, descendo a mão para o centro da camisa dele. Donghyuck sorriu de um jeito sacana que facilmente poderia te levar para a cama, e te beijou lentamente, apertando sua cintura enquanto você puxava suavemente alguns fios de cabelo da nuca dele.

— Você não faz ideia.

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colo-chancosplay · 1 year

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He vuelto a peinar la peluca de Diluc, y ahora me encanta por mil veces ams 😍💖 Está mucho mejor así, se nota más natural y con movimiento (lleva laca la justita así que tiene movimiento natural) 🥰💖 #diluccosplay #diluccosplayer #diluc #dilucgenshinimpact #dilucragnvindr #dilucragnvindrcosplay #dilucgenshinimpactcosplay #genshinimpact #genshinimpactcosplay #genshincosplay #genshinimpactmihoyo #genshindiluc #genshin #impact #cosplay #cosplayer #crossplayer #genshinimpactdiluc #genshinimpactdiluccosplay #costure #costume #costurera #progresscosplay https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgBPKHrQzd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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writing-ls · 1 year

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“Não tão bela quanto a minha rosa que foi roubada, eu vejo.” Escutou uma voz baixa, tão firme que a fez congelar onde estava. Harry olhou ao redor, tentando encontrar a fera que o seu pai havia descrito com tamanho desprezo, mas nada encontrou. “Tira esses trapos, preciso avaliar o que é meu.”

Ela olhou para o seu próprio vestido, não entendo o porquê dele estar sendo tão rude. Não eram trapos! O tecido veio direto de Paris, ainda que fosse mercadoria descartada, era de Paris. Foi ela quem costurou, e por noites a fio fez o belo vestido. Trapos! Ora, quanta ousadia. Harry não teve coragem de resmungar, mas as suas bochechas estavam coloridas pela raiva, e pela implicação que em um salão tão extenso, com alguém que ela nem ao menos conhecia, deveria ficar nua.

Lembrou do ensinamento que recebeu, que só poderia tirar as suas roupas quando fosse casada, apenas o seu marido poderia vê-la e tocá-la quando estivesse tão vulnerável. Ela não era casada, mas, de certa forma, realmente era propriedade daquele homem.

“Antes, exijo que o senhor me diga o seu nome.” Falou autoritária, deixando a mala pesada cair aos seus pés sujos de neve e lama.

A fera riu, irônico, maldoso, mas respondeu. “Louis."

Então, obediente como sempre foi, Harry seguiu as ordens. Primeiro tirou os sapatos sujos, depois foi desfazendo os botões devagarinho, eles eram delicados e ela não queria estragar algo que exigiu tanto esforço para ser feito. Uma por uma as suas peças foram deslizando ao chão, restando nada além dos longos cabelos castanhos caindo por suas costas magras. O rosto dela estava tão vermelhinho, os mamilos marrons duros pelo frio, uma fina camada de pêlos seguia a curva dos lábios vaginais, que eram gordinhos.”

e eu que inventei de fazer one inspirada na bela e a fera? o que vocês acham? 🫣

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frasesdacharlotte · 1 month

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A vida é feita de retalhos. A gente tem que ir costurando até ela ganhar forma! Costure amor em seu coração, costure sentimentos bons em sua alma.🍀❤

#frases de amor #espalhepoesias #legendas para fotos #liberdadeliteraria #projetovelhopoema #projetoversografando #status julieta cretina #status #status tumblr #usem a tag lardepoetas em suas autorias ♡

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saintaemondgy · 1 month

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The atelier costure Paradise collection

#fashion #glamoroussource #style #femaledaily

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sactian · 2 months

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Lo habria pubricado antes pero no se borro y no se suvio, les gusta?

#costur man #personajes originales #bocetos #fan art #artists on tumblr

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silentchamp · 4 months

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Green spent the whole day waiting for the perfect moment to give Red his gifts, despite how obviously anxious for it he has been. Now, however, as both enjoy the cozy warmth of the fireplace, he leans closer.

"Hey. So, I got you some gifts." and before Red could react, he pulled from his bag a large gift box. It's wrapped in pikachu-themed paper with a large red ribbon on top.

Inside, there's more boxes, not wrapped this time.

There's a espeon plush inside a plastic bag, just a bit bigger than his hand, sitting down and with a large golden ribbon around its neck.

Inside a little envelope under it, there's two tickets for Lavaridge Town's hot springs with a special colonial dinner included.

Under both of these, there's a long yet thin box. Red would find a pair of red gloves with white palms and golden costure, pikachu pin attached to one of them.

"These gloves," he started, "Are a project of mine I've been working the past months. They're still a prototype, so maybe they don't work as proper as I'd like... They're meant to be electric and water proof and also heat resistant. They're also designed to enhance your grip."

Honey-brown eyes look on with a twinge of surprise as Green reveals his secret; the brunette hadn't asked for anything this year, nor had he expected anything of the redhead.

He felt fortunate enough that his rival was willing to stick around, despite their collective trials and tribulations. Of course he'd feel guilty asking, or Arceus forbid, receiving anything.

Despite this, out of culture and habit, Red says nothing; a distant nagging from his mother would haunt him, were he to deny any of Green's gifts.

The champion tries not to make it a show of opening up each individual gift after undoing the bow and lifting away the top of the gift box. He would let the plush Espeon sit in his lap, tucked away cozily. A soft chuckle would be released into the warm air, sound rivaling the flames of the fireplace that they had been cuddled in front of. Red would lick his lips at the thought of food, letting eyes scan across the tickets to Lavaridge. That, and the hot springs would do wonders for his tense muscles--stretching can only assist so much.

And then Red gets to the gloves.

Stealing them into his palms with care, Red looks on silently as he admires the individual stitches and divots peppered throughout the fabric. The underside feels thick, yet as the brunette tugs at one of the fingers, the fabric seems stretchy. Green had managed to take the bulky protection of heat and electric-resistant gloves while maintaining the dexterity of a proper hiking glove.

Consider him marveled.

Mouth agape, he isn't sure what to say. He wants to drone on about Green's technical and cognitive skill, and yet he only manages to muster a single sentence.

"You're really smart."

#>asks.#greenxprof #vbholidayfestival2023

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