MadamMateria

Angel's Wrath

I still hate painting vehicles. That said, I tried out a number of new painting techniques. Some I like and turned out well, others... Not so much. I am certainly proud of what I've done over the course of this month, and will be taking what I've learned into next month with jump packs and another dreadnought.

Angel's Wrath is a Caladius Grav-Tank, because what army is complete without some extra heavy firepower coming from the back lines? Her cannon is powerful enough to blow holes is opposing vehicles, not that the Sanguine Angels have had any problems with that so far, allowing for their weapons to be levied upon more priority targets littering the back lines. The Emperor have mercy if she finds you in her sights.

Commission - Growing Her Grade

Why is it always the simple projects that take me the longest? Probably contributing is the new mini-comms and other Patreon perks. But, I digress, it's finally done after a few stumbles, and I'm happy with it~ As is the client, so hope y'all enjoy!

"It isn't easy staying on top, and the transition from high school to college has made it even harder for Karen with a professor immune to her wiles. She's not one to give up though, no matter how big the man's tastes, she's determined to fill them, and get a grade that'll keep her on he throne as number one."

Originals Work: Apr

Synopsis and links to the stories on offer:

Menagerie Anthologies: Sins of the Past: A delve into the oldest, and most reserved, of the Menagerie staff, Zyanya. A long life of over 800 years, we start in 1400s untamed America, in a world full of anthropomorphic people, where we meet someone who'd change the life of the coyote forever.

The Flower of Syntech: Welcome to Syntech, a scientific utopia, corporate nation, and the new home of a girl known only as "Alpha". Long has the mastermind behind this company sought his perfect companion, devoting his life, and all his power, to the pursuit. Has he found her, or will Alpha prove to be more than he bargained for?

Unnamed OG Furry Materia Story: In Zyanya's home dimension, we fast forward around six hundred years to follow another furred member of the Menagerie: her version of Materia. A lazy inventor with a secret side gig, we follow her meeting with a peculiar entity that will redirect her destiny, and change everything she ever thought about her perception of herself.

Commission: Growing Her Grade - Preview 2

I feel a little bad, previews have been getting a little further between with all the Patreon-exclusive content. Shuffling a lot of projects will do that though. At about the halfway point with this piece, and it's starting to get juicy~ Figured y'all should enjoy where it's going~

"“Aunt Donna?” Karen called as she stepped into her aunt’s home.

A quick text to her buxom relative to announce she was coming, tell her she had a little “problem” she needed help with, and the girl had set off with the lunch bell; she still had the rest of the day off, and saw no reason not to start putting things into motion. Her aunt had seemed receptive, despite not knowing the exact details. “I’ll make sure to be ready for you Karrie,” had been her reply.

However, the redheaded girl got no answer to her arrival. The door had been unlocked, but her aunt was nowhere to be seen. There was no sound of running water, nor the gentle sizzle of food on the stove that would indicate where the woman might be; just silence.

“Aunt Donna?” the curvy girl called once more, and again, got nothing.

Maybe she’d arrived early? Either way, she had privacy, and the oversized sweater she’d worn for her covert activities of the day was starting to get stuffy. Built for her aunt’s massive chest and not her own, it came off her body easily, revealing the thin sheen of sweat it had helped her work up over the day. It gave her lithe form a natural glow, one many a man had drooled over, and yet even in her cute little push up bra, today had left her feeling bitter about it.

There was nothing she could do, and that made it all the more aggravating. With an annoyed huff she threw the top at one of her aunt’s chairs hard enough to leave it wobbling on its legs, and set about letting her hair down from its bun.

What did he know anyway? She was-

As Karen moved out into the more open area of her aunt’s living room, she caught sight of the dining room; where atop the woman’s polished table sat an old book, along with what looked to be a hand-written letter. Curiosity was never something she was light on, and thus the scantily clad cutie made her way over to investigate.

“Dear Karrie,” the letter began.

“It’s your auntie Donna, of course. Sorry I couldn’t be there for you, but life calls as it usually does, at the least opportune times.

When you came for my sweater yesterday, I had a pretty good idea what you were really after from that itchy tone in your voice. Your mother informed me about your ‘extracurriculars’. I remember when I was about your age, I was the same way, and also remember the first time I hit a brick wall. It’s frustrating, I know, but there’s a way over every boundary that will get in your way.

This book, my grandmother gave it to me when I hit my snag, and I never looked back. I wish I could be there to guide you like she did me, but like I said, life calls. You’re a smart girl, smarter than me for sure, so I know you’ll be able to figure it out.

Auntie Donna.”

An old book? How was that supposed to help?

Setting the letter aside she took up the tome, lightly brushing the thin veneer of dust from its surface. It definitely looked like something from her great grandmother’s time. It was properly leather bound, faded around the edges, and without any sort of title; simply some embroidery. A journal maybe?

Despite her skepticism, her curiosity was greater. She pulled the heavy cover open, immediately beset by strange symbols and hand-written notes so old the ink had begun to fade and stain the page. Clearly the book had seen many hands over the years, her aunt’s delicate, looping scripts only the most recent, offering advice and translations.

Whatever original language it was Karen didn’t recognize it, but through the notes of those that owned it before, she was able to parse it as some sort of instruction manual. For what though?

Delicately turning the pages, she came across one that had her aunt’s writing all over it, with one line in particular catching that inquisitive spark the redhead had. “Better boobs?”

No way, it was impossible. Granted aunt Donna had a chest beyond anyone else in the family by leaps and bounds, it was a medical condition though, right? The more she thought on it though, the more the curvy girl couldn’t recall her aunt ever saying anything of the sort, her mom either. Some random recipe in a book though?

It was stupid, but at the same time, what did she have to lose? She had to wait for the buxom woman to return home anyway, why not waste some time on a dumb, fake “spell”?

Looking it over, it didn’t seem too hard either, just a matter of pronouncing these old words properly, and all the work there had been done for her. Guiding her finger along the phonetic line her aunt had written, she sounded it out. It felt childish, little more than gibberish as it escaped her lips as a series of drawled vowels and sharp consonants, and she wondered if maybe her relative was sitting just around the corner ready to pop out with a “gotcha” and a lecture on her habits. Soon though, those thoughts were laid to rest.

A tingle came over her, causing her to lean back in her seat. It was nearly impossible for Karen to articulate, it wasn’t bad per say, but it was definitely something she’d never experienced before; somewhere between the feeling of having her whole body fall asleep and basking in the sun.

She took a breath in, and strangely it held a taste on her tongue; cold like mint, and tingly like sour sugar. The sensation moved through her body, down her throat to her lungs where it seemed to swell inside her chest. With each quickened gasp it intensified, growing inside of her until it reached its apex, and her green eyes went wide.

Her breasts. In nothing but her bra, every little change was obvious. She could feel her nipples, hard like diamonds and brushing against the soft padding of her little push-up as they thickened. The round masses were pushing up, each heartbeat pushing that feeling within her chest into them, making her skin tickle and stretch to accommodate their expanding sixe. In just a few seconds they were overflowing her poor undergarment, billowing out above and below and leaving her straps digging into her shoulders.

The high slowly wore off, the sensations fading and leaving the redhead feeling normal again. Well, as normal as having just watched your tits grow before your eyes could be. She reached up instinctively, cupping them, making sure they were real and not just her imagination. The doughy flesh squished between her fingers, and she could feel her sensitive teats pushing into her palms as they tented even the rigid fabric of her shaping bra. Definitely real, just toying with them sending a delightful euphoria through her.

It actually worked! Her aunt was some kind of witch, or something, with a book that gave her massive, reality defying, boobs. And now it was in Karen’s hands.

Should she do it again? She had to at least be on par with that tall girl from the hall now, a little more and she might even be able to be biggest on campus if she wanted.

Then again, such endowments would likely get in her way in the long run; she’d seen all too well the havoc her aunt’s chest could cause in tight spaces. Plus, it was only one part of the Mullins equation. If this thing could make her bustier, what else could it do? Could it make her taller? Smarter perhaps?

The next hour was spent diving deep into the mysteries of the text, pouring over the other spells, the translations from over the years by its past owners. It was remarkable really, an ancient language that, if the notes were any indication, made its words into reality. Something that with a smirk the now busty girl couldn’t help but equate to her passion: programming.

In theory, with the research here, all she had to do was put the right syllables together, and she could craft a spell to do anything she’d need. And with that knowledge, why just boost her bust and tweak her height, when she could make herself, if these translations were accurate, “Whatever I desire.”" - Growing Her Grade by Madam Materia

Warden Squad Priah

So due to the constantly fluctuating PLs of the Adeptus Custodes (and their lack of restocking things until recently) a new unit has been added for this month. Custodian Wardens.

Their robes are an indicator of at least five hundred years of service, but that age has not impacted their skill. Priah leads this unit consisting of herself, Nyarai, and of course Kitten. Because every Custodian army needs a Kitten.

Moxie's Mates 15 - Voting

Man, the Moxie's well is starting to run a little dry. Perhaps I should start considering a new mini-series? For not though, I've got two decent ideas for y'all to select from this month.

Elves in Chainmail 2 - The girls get together once more for their Dungeons and Dragons session, though this time the DM has a trick up her sleeve to make the game more immersive.

Anything you Want - Duo's loving her new abilities, putting them to practice every day and getting rather good. It's time to do a trick her parents do, and use it in the bedroom with one of her mates.

Prosecutor Cadre Squad Farzona

I'm really sad this loadout isn't legal for 40k. It's a 30k Horus Heresy option, but that gunslinger look is just unf! Doesn't stop me building them, obviously, and they can sub as Boltgun normal Prosecutors. Not that they're likely to see the table after the Crusade.

Anyway, here we have Sister Superior Farzona, with her helm, and her squad of Awinita, Leoneta, Winifred, and Sidika. They'll be working with Kiyeme's squad in the big battle (assuming we ever get out of lockdown).

The Marvelous Madam Materia!

Alright, I had a little fun. Been a while since I did a D&D or HeroForge mini. I actually got this more than a month back now and just never finished till today. This is for a game called "The Strange" where literally I decided to play the Menagerie Madam as a character. Shenanigans ensue. XD

The game's been on hold, which is why I never finished, but found the time and cleaned her up to a point I'm happy with. ^_^

Commission: Growing Her Grade - Preview 1

Next comm on the plate, and a preview for y'all~

"Valedictorian. It was a heavy title, earned through hard work and determination; and it was one Karen held when she departed from high school. Had she deserved it?

She wasn’t dumb by any means, her academic achievements were plentiful, what made her the top was her willingness to dip into “extracurricular” activities. Shining ruby hair flowed down to the small of her back, a curtain that highlighted her silhouette from the light flare of her hips to the perky curve of her modest chest. She was hot, she knew it in how she carried herself, the choices she made with her fashion, and she knew when and how to use it.

Some considered such tactics meant she cheated. To the contrary, school was supposed to teach you to be ready for the world. If she was the only one smart enough to use every tool at her disposal, then didn’t that put her head and shoulders above the rest? Besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t learning the things she’d need for the future, just bumping the numbers of more worthless classes along the way; to prove her work ethic and dedication for her resume.

Disappointingly however, college was proving just the slightest bit more difficult for the redhead to take advantage of her wiles. Whether because she was surrounded by proper adults now, where an early puberty and good genes weren’t the same level of edge they were in her teens, or because her professors were more accustomed to the “sex for grades” trade, she hadn’t yet completely pinned down. Still, she’d managed over the past two semesters to find the weaknesses she needed to keep her GPA where she wanted it.

Well, most of them anyway. “Miss Neff,” her instructor’s voice called out over the class, disrupting the girl from her train of thought.

Professor Allen Mullins, the aegis immune to her attempts. How, she had no idea. He was exactly the type who’d normally succumb to her whims, moderately attractive with a fit form and well-cut brown hair. Plastic-rimmed glasses sat low on his nose, drawing attention to the stern gaze of his dark eyes and hinting at the lightest bit of nerdiness. There wasn’t a wedding band on his finger, and she’d pretty much ruled out him being gay, but still her attempt…

It had been after class a few days back, the redhead emboldened by her nature and the low-cut v-neck she’d chosen to show off her cleavage, enhanced by her best push up bra. “Professor Mullins,” she cooed, towing the line being feigned innocence and being obvious about her intentions, “Think I could have a word?”

“Yes Miss Neff?” he was neutral in his delivery, tapping together a stack of papers against his desk.

She sidled up, resting her elbows down and using them as a frame for her assets as she laid them over her arms. “I was wondering if, maybe, we could talk about my grade?” her teeth raked her bottom lip, pushing it out and making its ruby paint shine.

His dark eyes turned to her, magnified by his glasses. “What about it Karen?” he asked, briefly flicking his gaze up to her hair, avoiding her chest entirely.

The girl could read the signs, tell what a man was into and play to it. She reached up to fan her ruby mane, bringing it over her shoulder to display its shine and once more point down to her bust. “I was thinking, there has to be some… extra credit I could do, right? Bump up my numbers a bit,” she rolled her shoulders, her forearms pulling her already risky top down another inch so the edge of her bra was peeking up over the neckline.

“Well,” the professor adjusted his glasses, bringing a small smirk to her face, “you could start with a proper interest in philosophy Miss Neff.”

The curl to her lip faded, her sense she’d gotten her way going with it. Time to double down. “You do a pretty good job on interesting me professor,” she cast her sparkling greens on him, undressing him with her eyes, letting subtleties in her expression speak for her “interest”.

Once more the man looked her over. “That’s good,” he said, tapping his papers to the desk before getting to his feet, “I’m glad that I can pique your interest in the subject. Mayhap if you put the same effort you do dressing into your assignments, you wouldn’t be failing,” and with that, he left her there on long steps without so much as a second thought.

It was still stinging her to this day. “Miss Neff, if you paid attention and took notes, perhaps you’d be closer to that grade you want?” he suggested, locking her back in the present as he openly called her out in front of the whole lecture hall.

The silent shame of her classmates was worse than the sort of giggling high schoolers would have given, leaving Karen blushing nearly red as her hair and hiding behind her textbook. Who was he to criticize her? Philosophy, nothing here was going to be useful for her career plan. This was just a filler course on the way to her future as a software engineer.

As the bell sounded, she used it to hide a groan. The rest of her classmates filtered out around her, leaving her there as Professor Mullins made his way up to her seat. “You know, Epicurus once said: ‘The greater the difficulty, the more glory in surmounting it’. I have no issue helping you with my class Miss Neff, I could even recommend you a few readings that would certainly offer insight into the subject.”

“Bite me,” the redhead wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.

With a laugh Allen shook his head, the loose bits of his woody hair swaying across his forehead. “That wouldn’t be appropriate,” he said as he laid a small stack of sheets upon her desk. “Here, copies of the slides and quotes from today, since you didn’t seem keen on opening your notebook,” he stepped away calmly, suitcase in hand, towards to door to head for his break. But not before giving her one last bit of advice. “’Morality is not the doctrine of how we make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness'.”

She turned towards him, an incredulous look in her eye at his unsubtle call out. “More Epicurus?” she tried to sass.

“No, Immanuel Kant. You’d know that if you read your textbook,” the man chastised with a small adjustment of his glasses before departing.

Karen kept on a smile as long as she could, to be certain he was gone, then took up her book bag and smothered her face in it to scream. “Who does he think he is?” she furiously muttered, stamping her hard-shoed feet on the linoleum to vent her frustration.

Her eyes turned to the stack, slapping it away and all across the lecture hall; something she immediately regret, since such littering in the halls was frowned upon. She’d have to clean up before she left, lest she score herself a suspension that would impact her other classes.

Sighing the curvy girl got to her feet, starting to collect the print outs one at a time until she came across a curious one: “I can control my passions and emotions if I can understand their nature” – Spinoza

Perhaps there was something to be learned from philosophy? So what if he’d resisted her charms immediately? Every man had a weakness, it was only a matter of figuring it out; understanding the nature of Professor Mullins' passions. And what was it that he’d said? “The greater the difficulty, the more glory in surmounting it”?

Oh, she would surmount it. Find his Achilles heel and turn him to putty in her fingers." - Growing her Grade by Madam Materia

Moxie's Mates 14 Voting

Another month, another vote.

Housewarming: The little polycule finally finish moving into their new place. Moxie offered a tour after all, and what better time to break the house in together as a little family?

Left the Nest: With their children out on their own, the harem house has become much emptier. Perhaps a bit of alone time for the couple, or at least back to the intended use the redhead opened a harem house for.

The Milkmage

The Google Doc version here! 

A Madam Materia commission. In a world where milk fuels magic, there are a gifted few who stand head and shoulders above their piers: milkmages. Follow the beginnings of a gifted novice's adventure, as she goes about her pilgrimage and winds up at her first stop. A quaint little inn called "The Leaky Teat" where she'll learn the name isn't just a coincidence of its proximity to the university.

Commission: The Milkmage - Preview 2

Story's going well, shouldn't be too much longer (though I do have to work on Moxie's for a little). Another preview of the events to come for our precious Myri.

"What an evening, as Myri slipped into one of The Leaky Teat’s finer rooms and finally got the chance to kick off her shoes. After her little competition the drinks started rolling her way, many she herself had to take part in filling, and it was singing and dancing about the bar with the locals until her feet were sore. After everything she’d done, Nemee had insisted she couldn’t just wander out into the night, not half drunk anyway, and so had given her a key to spend the night.

She collapsed onto the bed, the wooden frame creaking from the sudden impact. While not as lavish as those at the university, just the presence of a proper down-stuffed mattress and thick, warm, woolen blanket were like a gift from the heavens. Her dogs were barking, thankful to have her weight off them after her long day traveling and merriment, and she took it as a right proper sign to prepare to turn in for the day.

One by one the milkmage started removing her charms, laying them upon the nightstand with delicate care. They needed to be taken off in a proper order, many helped with expression, but just as many assisted with control. With each one that lost contact with her tanned skin she could feel her breasts swelling and receding, the concentration of her milkmagic changing and ushering them towards expression or rest. When all were done her chest was lain bare, a pair of perfectly spherical orbs upon her form, small white droplets already eagerly waiting on her nipples; her natural state.

There was a pride to be had in her gifts, Myri idly scooping up one of her beads on a finger to take to her lips. It had been fine with booze, but in her mind, it was far more perfect on its own.

She was about ready to slip out of her uniform dress when there was a knock upon her door, drawing her icy blues its way. “Come in,” she offered, not wishing to rise back to her feet.

Who could it be the traveler couldn’t help but wonder? Maybe Nemee come to check on the room. Or perhaps her rival finally expressed back to a more manageable size and wanted to slip a last few venomous words in. Neither were immediately correct, as the door swung open to reveal a new face.

Freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks, partially hidden by a proper tan, earned from working her days in the fields, that made Myri’s sun-kissed skin seem like a joke. Shoulder-cut sandy hair was done up in pigtails to keep it out of her face, letting her hazel eyes sparkle on their dark canvas, and opening the way to follow down her body. She wore little, just a loose fitting, and frankly undersized, top that had seen a right amount of wear and tear, and a pair of similar shorts that hugged tightly to her rear.

Her arms and legs were well toned, another sign of a life of labour, with defined muscle under smooth-looking skin and lithe hands you could make out the discoloration of calluses on. The short nature of her top showed off flat abs that held her high, leading up to a pair of petite but perky boobs, and down to fine hips that would likely one day continue her family line. For today though, they were a treat on the eyes, making their way into the milkmage’s room and crawling up onto the bed with her.

Not that the buxom blonde was opposed to a cute girl in her bed, she rather enjoyed such experiences, but it did catch her by surprise to have a stranger on her sheets. Before the well spoken novice could inquire as to her reason for being here however, another appeared in the still open doorway.

“Hope we’re not intrudin’,” Nemee stepping inside and gently sealing the door behind her.

She’d changed out of her grime-covered work clothes and into a simple white nightdress. Considering the light nature of it, the way it hung off her modest breasts like water that waved about her thighs as she moved, it was probably fine satin or silk; and the most expensive thing a country girl like her owned. The kind of thing only for special occasions.

“After all ya did today, figured a bowl o’ stew n’ the Teat’s best bed weren’t quite ‘nough,” she explained, walking over on long barefoot strides to join the pair. “Made more in a night 'an the usual week, n’ ya saved me least one spill,” her cheeks tinted rose, as she slid up with them, her legs curled in such a way as to offer the lightest peek up her dress, to the lack of any underthings beneath, “ah wanted to give ya proper thanks Myri.”

Her green eyes flitted upward, filled with an all too recognizable emotion: desire, and it had the same stirring within the milkmage. Her tits perked, nipples puckering and growing ever so slightly with anticipation as the flesh behind them filled with her milk. She was up two sizes in seconds, the beads upon her teats swelling until their breaking point where they rolled down the round underside of her bust.

“Wow, ya weren’t lyin’ Nem,” the freckled girl among them gasped in wonder, edging closer, placing her arm across the blonde’s body so she could be right up to those pebbly fountains, “leaks right easy.”

“’T’s beautiful right?” the innkeep cooed, drawing in herself and closing any distance between the three. “An’ it’s so sweet, like cream,” she licked her lips, her breath hot against the bare skin of Myri’s exposed chest, “What say we help ‘er Airene?”" - "The Milkmage" by Madam Materia

Sagittarum Squad Kali

The second squad for the month, led by Kali joined by Loraine, and Hikaru.

There a little bit I'm unhappy with, but it's mostly to do with the assembly. Loraine there appears to have a problem with her gun (and a broken wrist that didn't connect properly), though it does add a bit of character to the model. The Sagittarum are a low key amazing unit, able to dash around the battlefield laying heavy shots into their enemies, and Kali will lead her squad to do so at peak efficiency.

Custodian Guard Squad Leona

I wanted to do these the same month as Joan, because I wanted to do all the shields in the same month. Sadly they didn't arrive soon enough, but they're here now, and comeplete!

Leona, Josephine, and Klara, the Sanguine Angels' shields that ensure Kaida can make the treck through the battlefield to the front lines to plant her Vexilla and summon allies from the golden light! Arguably one of the most troublesome units to get rid of with ridiculously high saves on top of all other Custodian nonsense. To defeat even just three of them is a feat worthy of legends.

Moxie's Mates 13 - Voting

A 13? No title change? No soft reboot? Imma carry this through a bit and see how it goes over the next few months, though I welcome new ideas because the one off well is running dry. XD

Just Like Her Mother - The apple doesn't fall far from the tree they say, and with the exceptional nature of her birth, Duo's had even less distance to. Now that she knows what she can do, what better course of action for a scientist but to experiment?

Moving Day - Big changes around the Harem House, as Moxie preps for the big move into Duo's new place. Not only that, but there's plans for a BnB, so maybe new people will be able to filter in and pay Moxie's webshow a visit?

Commission: The Milkmage - Preview 2

The world was set, now time to get to the story what's bein' told.

"She made it though, heart hammering as she barely beat out the storm to stand beneath the swinging sign of “The Leaky Teat”; a fitting name for a place only a few days out from the university. Their lamps were lit, casting a dim glow out from the frosted windows, and the smell from the dinner pot was strong enough to reach through the wooden door as an invitation. Hopefully it wasn’t too expensive for a bowl.

Stepping in there was a wave of rowdy cheering, the evening regulars raising glasses at the ring of the bell above the entry. It was good to be appreciated, Myri giving a cute little wave as she looked about the patrons, only to realize their attention wasn’t on her.

All eyes were up at the bar, where a cute little redhead had her shirt hiked up. She had to have been around Myri’s age, her chest pert, perky, with adorable cinnamon nipples just smaller than a pinky tip; fun to tease. More pressing however, she was in the middle of clumsily affixing a charm to her left breast.

How’d she gotten her hands on that? She wasn’t wearing a milkmage’s robes, and the pink flush in her cheeks was not that of someone who’d mastered control. Fiddling with that type of magic was asking for mishaps, and so the buxom traveler shot forth on clacking heels to intervene.

“Stop!” she commanded, sliding across the countertop with a hand outstretched.

The barkeep’s face went red, as Myri’s delicate hand snugly fit itself over her plump tit. It hadn’t exactly been the milkmage’s plan, but from the way that coloured nub was stiffening into her palm, it was the right move. A mixture of disappointment and excitement at the sight of the blonde cupping the cutie rang out, along with a few whispers from what she would assume were hicks who’d never seen a proper student of the university before.

The attention was certainly welcome, making her breasts swell with anticipation for expression, the little white droplets appearing on her chest and drawing an amazed stare from the redhead. “Ahem,” Myri cleared her throat, reluctantly removing her hold and taking the charm with her, “are not you aware of the dangers of milkmagic charms? You could end up overexpressing, growing to the extreme and spurting good milk all across your floor.”

It clearly struck a chord, the girl’s green eyes casting downwards in an unspoken admission that such things had happened before. “It ain’t so bad,” she mused shyly, still not fixing her top, “an’ we need it fer the Teat’s specialty drinks.”

“Yeah, jus’ let ‘er milkmage!” a semi-drunk voice came from the back. “Ah came ‘ere fer a show!”

Did they truly have so little care for the girl’s wellbeing? “Oh, can you not get your wife to lift her top with a mug like that?” she shot back at him, her ice blue eyes steeling a cold glare.

She struck a nerve. “Why ye little-“ the drunk was ready to rise when a member of his table stopped him with a hand.

“Ye wanna pick a fight with a milkmage?” she challenged, turning a skeptical eye on him. “All our fields need their blessin’s in the spring, ‘less ye want the lot o’ us pissed at ye keep yer ass in yer seat!”

A smug satisfaction twisted into a grin onto Myri’s lips; good to see some people at least had sense. With the room calmed down somewhat she was able to turn her attention back to the innkeeper, fixing a lock of her golden hair over her ear. “Specialties? What do you offer that needs milk charms?”

The redhead finally fixed her look, pulling her grease-stained tunic back into place to cover her cute little body. “Nan could do some milkmagic. Used ta use it fer mixed drinks an’ a few recipes,” she explained.

Well, that certainly explained it. “Do you need any tonight?” Myri asked with a cute little tip of her head.

“Stew’ll be mighty thin without good milk,” the innkeeper answered.

Stew sounded lovely, leading the milkmage’s stomach to rumble with need. “Well then,” she spun, planting her plush bottom on the counter and pressing her unbound breasts out as they continued to tease her expression, “how about a proper master of lactation provide for the guests tonight? In exchange for a bowl or two from that delicious smelling pot on the fire?”

You couldn’t put a price on the look of gratitude in the young redhead’s eyes. “O’ course! Ah’d be more’n grateful fer yer help milkmage,” she chirped, straightening with new vigor so quick her pert little tits bounced in her top.

“Please,” the intricately garbed novice turned with a grin, “call me Myri.”

The curvy blonde dipped deep, giving up the lightest bit of her control in order to dwell in her powerful desire. Her chest swelled before all their eyes, rounding out into full, heavy milk tanks that hung off her chest, each as large as her face, and looking enticingly obscene on her small frame. “So,” her voice struggled with a sultry moan, her cheeks warm as the space between her legs, “who had the order in need of proper milk?”

Hands shot up around the bar, and the innkeeper’s wide eyes were a good sign not all had been original requesters of the specialty beverage. “Hold up, lemme jot y’all down,” she chirped, scribbling names down with her grease pencil.

“The more the merrier,” the swollen milkmage giggled, turning and plopping her weighty bust onto the counter. “I am afraid that I do not know how to make your goods, so these are at your disposal,” her words were a purr, an invitation for the redhead to return the grope she’d incidentally given her earlier.

The bartender paused, her face pink at the sight of the beautiful woman and her offer. It was clear she knew how to work the crowd, there were already hoots and hollers of, “Come on Nemee! She’s askin’ ya nicely.” So that was her name.

Nemee cleared her throat, wiping her messy fingers off on her tunic. “Awright, keep yer coppers fer the drinks!” she plucked a bottle from her racks, shaking the fine mead and juggling a half-dozen tankards to fill the new orders.

Milkmagic was an art, as much as any other; watching the young innkeeper work the bar was its own thing entirely. She laid out the deep mugs, popping the cork of the fermented beverage with a thumb, and fluidly poured each of them without even a stutter in her movements. It was all in some part muscle memory, as her hand moved to her chest, only to remember she was getting the secret ingredient from another source today.

Her green eyes turned to the buxom magician, the first mug in her grip as she held it under one of the girl’s “taps”. “Jus’ lemme know if ah’m doin’ somethin’ ya dun like,” she whispered.

All the speed from just a moment ago transformed into elegance. Her fingers were soft, delicate as they gently took hold of one of Myri’s pebbly nipples. Such tenderness spiked the milkmage’s desire, her breasts filling another size and leaking a steady stream of her pale expression down the curved underside of her tits and onto the counter. The barkeep didn’t have three hands, all she could do was slip the current drink into place and carefully pinch the bud in her grasp to aim the flow where she wanted.

The blonde bit her lip, realizing she needed to reel back a bit or she’d end up spurting across the cute girl. “Ah’m not bein’ too rough, am I?” Nemee asked at the sight.

“N-not at all,” her voice rasped, the tease of the redhead stopping making her squirm, “Keep going!” she pleaded as she felt her desire growing, threatening to swell her further with sweet bounty.

Once more warmth filled the girl’s face. She didn’t need further prompting, tipping the tank to maintain the booze’s foam head as she pinched the teat in her grasp. Myri’s flow picked up, a stuttering moan singing out from her core to the background of her milk pouring into the drink. It was full in seconds, and the seasoned bartender slid it across the bar with an “Order up!” before taking the next to the rapidly squirting nip.

The way she was handled left the milkmage in ecstasy, savouring the girl’s touch as she beckoned out her creamy expression. The whole bar got to watch the rock of her hips while she danced on her toes, heels clicking like the tempo in her lustful orchestra. She must have filled a dozen drinks, alternating between left and right, her stream never slowing as the gentle caressing of her buds helped keep her at a steady balance between the disciplines.

It had to come from somewhere though, the blonde’s tight tummy sending a reminder with another whimpering growl. “Awright, jus’ need some fer the stew an’ we can see to fixin’ ya a meal Myri,” the lithe innkeeper’s tone had lightened, accented with a fluttery giggle, “Doubt ya wanna be holdin’ those beauties over a hot pot.”

“Not in particular, no,” the hungry mage joked along, happy to know her efforts had broken the girl’s nervous shell.

As they bantered, Nemee pulled out a bowl, setting it on a stool beneath those milky fountains; she didn’t need the accuracy of a single teat into a mug for this job. Both hands rose up, taking a brief moment to fondle the sheer, impressive size of the head-sized mounds on the milkmage’s chest. Once more the buxom traveler’s song rang, as the bartender kneaded from base to those hard nubs in a proper milking motion.

Long spurts fell, painting the bottom of the container and splashing up over the lip from their sheer volume. Sweet smelling droplets soon dotted her milker’s trousers, and though the suntanned blonde was making more than enough to spare, she still let out a precious whimper at the waste. “Jus’ a bit more,” the greasy server assured, misinterpreting her whines, “then we’ll getcha somethin’ ta fill ya proper.”

She wasn’t lying, Myri’s copious bounty soon filling the bowl near to the top. The milkmage did her best to hold her tongue, watching the redhead get to her feet, licking the errant droplets of her milk from her fingertips with a cat-like grin. “Oh, that’s real good.”

“Ah’d say, might need another round,” one of the patrons hooted from their seat in the corner, mug held high, with a telltale line of white on their upper lip.

The barkeep shot a playful leer, “Come now, let’s give the lady a break. She’s jus’ give the better part o’ a gallon.”

“I can handle a few more glasses,” the sleek dressed woman purred from the counter. In reality, she really just wanted those skilled hands back on her needy teats.

With a chuckle Nemee shook her head. “Ah dun’ doubt it Myri, but ye should, if nothin’ else, stretch yer back. Ye’ve been hopped over the bar fer longer n’ a whore getting’ a railin’.”" The Milkmage by Madam Materia

Prosecutor Squad Yuliya: Fresh Recruits

Finally got these five more girls done for Yuliya's squad. First time increasing a squad, as well as trying out a few new techniques. It was fun!

So the five new members in picture order are Ivette, Gisela, Klara, Bates, and Cille. The shot of the full ten girl squad is so satisfying to me.

Commission: The Milkmage - Preview 1

Been a while since a classic preview. Sorry 'bout that (Harem took far too long). Anywho, here's the opening scene for the next project on the docket: The Milkmage.

"To say it was a warm day would be putting it nicely. High above the sun was shining brightly, casting its rays down on the open fields and plains that stretched far as the eye could see around these country roads. Not a speck of shade in sight to shield Myrikal from the heat bearing down on her, which she wouldn’t have minded too much if her robes didn’t leave her so exposed.

Rich blue fabric hung off her supple hips, flowing like water over her smooth legs with each step, though the garment left nothing to the imagination up top. Her breasts were fully exposed, bouncing upon her chest and jingling the fine golden jewelry draped over their magnificence. Each was more than a handful, a perfect teardrop that swayed and lightly batted at its heavy partner while their owner trekked onward; further and further from the university on her pilgrimage.

It was a rite of passage for all novice milkmages, even those that carried the natural talent and potential Myri did, to set out into the world and put their gifts to practice. A good milkmage needed three things: desire, control, and expression.

The first was easy, a part of being human, but also the most dangerous unfettered. It was easy to lose oneself to lust, but there was also a balance to be struck lest one not be able to tap into the powers of a milkmage when needed. Many acolytes saw it as a matter of temperament, dipping into the second discipline of control to keep themselves reined in, then use inner foci to bring themselves up when needed. Myri knew the real secret though; true masters were always aroused, and used control to pull it back and function day to day with the constant high burning inside of them. The final key though, expression, was the true separator between a milkmage and the rest of the world.

Everyone was capable of expression, to some extent; the most common manifesting in mothers to withstand the hardships of childbirth, and feed their young for the coming years until the magic ran its course. Some could harness it with the aid of remedies and salves, using it to grow their chests as symbols of femininity, or hope they could awaken a latent talent and harness their milk to cast a spell or two. The truly gifted though, when they came of age a whole new world opened to them. It was why the first two disciplines were so important; an untrained milkmage could do wonders great and potentially terrible.

Such was the need for the university, to help those young souls temper that raw talent into true skill through the three disciplines. To the uninitiated, some of the methods likely seemed odd; their uniforms for example. The open-front robes Myri now wore, to show her chosen profession, served two purposes. The first was a matter of expression, leaving her chest ready to release her bounty for spells without the need to waste time undressing. The lesser-known reason for it though was for control, to dispel the milkmage’s sense of modesty or shyness about their body. After all, getting flustered whenever you have to go topless to cast would interfere with the desire needed to manifest your magic. Even the jewelry served a purpose, as not only small charms the prestigious school bestowed upon its students to help their magic, but to draw the eye and further quash any sense that a milkmage’s body wasn’t something to be admired for its gifts.

And gifts Myri had, as she brushed a lock of her golden blonde hair over her ear. She was quite the prodigy, inducted into the university at a young age, a record by almost a full two years according to the headmistress. Plus, not only did she have a natural affinity, but she was quick to learn, having picked up her first spells in only a few weeks.

None of it however, exempted her from her pilgrimage. They had waited a few years, to ensure she was of age before setting out on her own, but she wouldn’t achieve higher than a novice rank until she’d seen more of the world for herself; which was probably for the best. A few times she’d bitten off more than her experience could chew, and caused a bit of a ruckus on the campus grounds.

Just recalling those moments had a soft flush in her cheeks, partially masked by the faint traveler’s tan walking the country roads had bestowed upon her flawless skin. All too quickly her body felt the desire, and soon her breasts were swelling with sweet milk, the pearl-like dots appearing over her decorated teats in anticipation for expression. They accumulated a couple sizes before the milkmage caught herself, embarrassingly dipping into recounted lessons to regain her control. Maybe she did need this journey, her mind was too prone to wandering alone on these empty trails." - "The Milkmage" by Madam Materia

The Sanguine Angels: Ambush

Read the ongoing narrative here!

I feel bad that I've been sitting on this battle for a while. It happened last month shortly after all the models were done being painted, but there just hadn't been the time to write up the narrative with other projects and ongoing painting. This was a really fun game regardless, and an interesting tale to weave on top of it.

There's one more battle that happened last month, but I've got to get the prose between in there to set it up. Going to take a bit of time as I also continue to work on other commissions and things. I hope to get it out before I have my next battle though: or rather the second big game day when force-sizes are allowed to increase.

Commission: A Harem His Own

Whoo, massive commission (in more ways than one) finally off the plate. This was a lot of fun to do, and a huge undertaking, but I'm definitely proud of it. So, without further ado, here is "A Harem His Own"

"Welcome to Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie. My poor Alice, so hurt by this foul man's rejection, too blind to see what he has right in front of him. Perhaps a bit of the Madam's signature is necessary to help him realize the gifts he has right in front of him? Or that his selfish desires have consequences he may be too naïve to see."

Credits in Long-Term Stories

So this is a bit of an odd question to come up, now that there's doc access and stories that're gonna be worked on for the long term. Should sponsorship credits last past a person's patronage if they were a part of any month that sponsored the story? So like, say there's a 5$ patron for two months, they did contribute to say Sins of the Past or Flower of Syntech, should there name still be on it after?

I'd say yes, seeing as I want to make sure everyone who was part of my journey is properly thanked for their contributions, but I'll leave it up to a poll. You can always ask to be left anonymous, as well as request to be removed personally, but I wanted to know all of your thoughts.

Originals Work: December

Docs will go out soon for access to each of these pieces (that have been started), but here are the major projects on the docket right now to be given some love!

A little context.

So the Menagerie Anthologies is going to be background stories for all the Menagerie staff, and the worlds they come from. The first is Sins of the Past: Zyanya, already in production and around the 30k mark if I recall (the Doc should have gone live for Patrons at the beginning of the month).

The Flower of Syntech is an original tale in a more sci-fi, dystopian type world. It follows Ryan's pursuit of the perfect woman in Alpha, and the young girl's journey to becoming the Alpha girl of Syntech.

And finally the "OG" Matty story. This was one of my pre-Menagerie projects that's been sitting on the backburner. It had five overarching narrative arcs in the time it was worked on with my prior partner. I've purchased the rights, and want to clean it up from the start. This is actually where the templates for Moxie, Duo, and all sorts of other involved characters come from, and also takes place in Zyanya's world, making it a bit of a companion piece to Sins of the Past.

I want to get them all done eventually, but yeah, you pick the ones that get attention each month! So pick your favorite, and it'll get an update! Or a start in two of these cases.

"The Saints Rule!"

A few people wanted to see me paint a Marine, and I had a few ideals and decals laying around. So, before Make a Model starts, I decided for some practice, and we have the first member of the Third Street Saints. A Space Marine army themed after Saints Row.

These picks catch my horrible Ardcoat application pretty well, so a spray of that might be in order for the future, but honestly I'm really proud! This was a lot of fun, this unnamed Saint.

Moxie's Mates 12 Voting

The final Moxie's Mates of the year, and after Duo's big discovery of her new abilities. There's also setup to do moving into next year, should the series name change again? Either way, the options for the Christmas.

Christmas! - The little polycule celebrate the holidays together in the best way possible. A couple nice surprises as Duo's getting a grasp on her new powers, and Moxie's got a few of her own.

The Family at Home - The holidays are the perfect time to come together, and just enjoy the company of your loved ones. Not every day can be romping at the harem house after all, and the younglings are having their first Christmas they'll remember. Hopefully the vulpine mother doesn't want to get too spicy.

Holidays at the Harem House - With everyone else busy, the remaining girls are left to play. After all, even if the mistress is away, they have a harem house for a reason. What fun can a horse-dicked bird, an elf, a spider, and an amazon get into?

FAQ for New Tiers

So there have been a few questions from people about the new Tiers. I'm going to do my best to make a link-savvy post with access to relevant information, and then link this somewhere easy to get to from my main landing page.

Q: What's the turnaround time on the Name a Model?
A: That depends on a few things, I want it to be a model that the Patron will enjoy, and feels represents them, but that means I may not initially have them in my collection. We can discuss the sending of a miniature, or it may just have to wait till I can afford the kit/print. I'm probably not going to want to spend more than about 40$ on any particular kit for the Name a Model.

Q: Do I get the named model?
A: No. It's intended for a personal collection, a physical representation of my supporters I can look to as a reminder. I will try to bring them along to games and give battle reports as cool updates (lots of pics on the table). If you really like the piece we could discuss shipping at some point, but currently I offer painting commissions if you'd like a model painted by me.

Q: Supporting Originals seems like it could be a lot of work, 1500 words is a lot per person.
A: The supporting of Originals is going to be a vote. All pieces that get any votes will try to get 1500 words that month (sometimes more, sometimes less), it's not 1500 words per vote a piece gets. Higher support for particular Originals may get them more words from my personal time though.

Q: How will Doc Access and work with commission previews?
A: I put a lot of thought into this one, but essentially Doc Access I'm going to always try to be showing more than the standard previews. Docs for commissions will be updated as per their preview plan according to my story commissions, sometimes with extras, but I don't want 10$ to be able to circumvent my commission prices.

Q: What're the limits on the Mini Commission?
A: No major markups. The 25% markups under the "Yellow Lights" section of my story commissions are acceptable, but nothing higher than that. I'm also not going to forcibly stretch to 2000 words, same as with Originals, it could be less if all the bases were ticked, or a bit more if I really end up running with it.

Q: What does -50% markup mean for the commission discount?
A: Essentially, when I tally up the cost of the commission, -50% will be added to the markups. So if the client wants no markups, it would lead to a 50% off story. If they want one of my high premium markups, then instead of the +150% markup, it would become +100%. Basic math, adding a negative number to the markups section of my commission price.

Q: When do reward things go up?
A: For polls, Moxie's/whatever CYOA is going on goes live on the 2nd day of the month, and lasts until the middle of the month (usually the 16th), and is then started when the voting is closed. The Originals poll will go from the first Sunday of the month until the following Saturday, one full week, after which the voted Originals will get work done, with the docs updating on the regular, but a Patreon post will go up when I'm done for the month to remind people. The Mini-Commission will be discussed at the Patron's convenience, preferably within the first week of the month, and released once it's done. Previews will be same as usual, whenever I have them.

A Harem His Own - Master Preview and Patreon Updates

Alright, so ready for some weirdness? For those just here for the preview, this here's the link to read the first 30k words of the story. Do enjoy, there's an estimated 10k left to write or so.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HW8r093J-O3ncqqeVlcBOX_iS3VfjKqWxpg1KB8lwos/edit?usp=sharing

For everyone else, this is also a follow up to the Patreon Tier updates coming later this month. There are going to be three new tiers available, and each all of the tiers are going to be getting a bit of a shift in benefits. It's going to be a lot of work, so I'm going to be putting it in the day of the Moxie's vote finish, so it'll be done, but Google Doc access like the above link is going to be a reward for Patrons at the 10$ tier or higher, for all pieces. So you'll be able to read stories as they're coming, be able to see more of the process behind it, etc.

The new tiers are (tentatively) as follows.

1$ - Skulker: same as current, previews of the beginnings of stories and the previews from 2-part-pay commissions.

2$ - Paintrons: New tier, basically Skulker but also get to see the model paints, and the narrative that goes along with them. This is also where Discord roles start as a supporter.

3$ - Moxie's Modders: Moxie's voting is being moved down to the 3$ tier, to allow more people to vote. Additionally, as more people are able to vote, eventually more options per month will be added. Possibly a new multi-vote system where you get to vote on character, scenario, etc. individually, but it needs to get there.

5$ - Sponsor: Again, a tier moved down sort of. This adds your name as a sponsor to all Patreon-exclusive pieces, so Moxie's, and some new stuff coming up the pipeline. The name will stay if the piece is ever published publicly, so no worries there.

10$ - Matty's Loyals: So this tier is named in all originals, so anything Patreon-exclusive, plus Menagerie tales I do myself, things like The Menagerie Anthologies, Syntech, etc. Additionally, this is the first tier that's going to have doc access on all those pieces, where I'll be uploading the day's writing to the doc at the end of the day, so you can keep up with current pieces. The only questionable part is going to be 2-part-pay commissions, I still need to work out some kinks. There's also a third new reward, tentatively called "Name a Model", where you'll get to name and decide the colour scheme for a model that I paint. These models will be collected and showed off as the little force of loyal Patrons grows, and they may have battles and such. There's still a few kinks to work out, because I kind of want to let people pick their models from anything GW or HeroForge, but obviously that may not be financially viable, so this particular addition may be a small while to fully implement the way I'd like it.

25$ - Originals Supporter: So this is a new tier with its own unique reward, and that's going to be the ability to support my original works; not the Menagerie shorts, but my full on works like Menagerie Anthologies, Syntech, OG Matty, and more. At the beginning of the month there will be a poll, and members of this tier can cast one vote each for a story to get 1500 words written towards it for the month. Not too much as to take away from other works, but enough to be a decent addition. Each story that gets at least one vote will get as close to 1500 words as I can manage (writer's block is a thing, so if a story is stuck it may be removed for a month).

50$ - Mini Commission: This is going to be the new limited slot, with a limit of 1-3 Patrons, I haven't settled entirely, it's going to depend on the workload. Members of this tier specifically (higher tiers do not gain this benefit) will be allowed to request a markup-free, 2000 or less word commission from me at the beginning of the month. A single scene, or I don't mind it being part of something longer over the course of a few months. These will be released as Patreon-exclusives, though the client of the story is free to post it elsewhere if they wish, it will be the same rules as commissioning me normally. I may also, depending on the popularity of this, cycle out the Patrons in this tier to let new people get the opportunity if it ends up consistently full.

100$ - Harem Member: Due to the popularity of my commissions lately, this one is getting some tweaks. The original character is now going to be one for the Moxie's series (or whatever the voting series may change to in the future) to ensure that there's at least one piece per month with the potential to contain the character. Additionally, I'm changing the commission discount this tier had. It now no longer has a 3-month minimum, but the discount is now -50% as a markup. Essentially, if you want to commission with no markups, then it's 50% off. My 25% markup becomes 25% off after -50%, my 50% becomes base price, and my 150% becomes 100% markup (I hope the math makes sense for people). Now, this discount applies only so long as you are within this tier, though members of this tier will have their commissions placed as priority (minimum 2500 words/month if other projects are on the plate, and you're not first in line), so if I start the commission and payment one gets the discount, then you bail, further payments will be full price. That also said, there are no other limits to this discount, it's not once only, it's as long as you're in.

I'm going to try and figure out somewhere I can put all the rules for the new tiers, somewhere public so that anyone interested in becoming a Patron can make an informed decision. TLDR; the old rewards are moving to cheaper tiers to make room for a whole bunch of new ones, and ways for me to share and make content for y'all.

As always, with appreciation,
- Madam Materia

P.S. I will be adding the second commission payment type, and be offering both. Thank you all for your input on that vote~

Contemptor-Galatus Joan

I have painted a big robot. I wish to paint more big robots.

Joan will get a bit more fluff when she finally joins the Crusade, though there's the first battle to happen first. So until then, Joan was a Custode injured in battle, though unwilling to fall back to the Eyes of the Emperor. No, she would fight on, shedding her damaged body to become a Dreadnought. No longer would she feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, or the touch of another. She would however, fight alongside her fellow Sanguine Angels as an unstoppable automaton, to ensure none of her sisters would fall as she did.

Patreon Restructuring

Hey y'all! It's occurred as things go on that the Tiers I laid out at the very beginning don't really fit with the massive changes to how I've started working. Longer commissions mean just fewer things my Patrons get in general, so I've been pondering a restructure of tiers and rewards, to roll out at some point this month.

Some of the goals I want to accomplish with this are:
- More access to voting for things.
- More smaller projects.
- More direct involvement from higher tiers in projects.

- More  incentive for people to stay in higher tiers.
- More personal project work.

I've got a couple of plans, and I'm working with a few people to try to make things work in a way where I don't end up overwhelmed. The biggest changes I think are going to come with Moxie's Mates, and trying not to overpromise anything like Menagerie Characters when I'm stuck on three month, 40k commissions.

Even if I figure out the tiers beforehand, I'm not going to implement any changes until the middle of the month, after Moxie's Mates 11 is done. Then, I'll make another announcement to let people shift around as they see fit, or go if it pleases you. I'm always thankful for your support, but I understand entirely if I'm not meeting your expectations.

- Madam Materia

Moxie's Mates 11 - Voting

After Halloween's cliffhanger for the girls there's only one question to ask: What happened? And who to reveal it.

Poll - A Change in Style

So, I've been discussing with the client for A Harem His Own, and looking at my ever-dwindling funds, and realized that I should probably change some of my billing stuff if I'm going to be continuously taking on these larger commissions. This also holds the potential for a complete rework of how my preview system works.

The first commission that used this payment style was, I believe, Djezmonique, but basically, it's a "pay as I go" style. A payment comes in for a chunk, gets done, and then I just sit on it until the next payment comes through (or rather, I get ahead).

There's some positive, and negative with this format. On the positive end, since each chunk of the story is paid for, I could actually do more Patreon previews with each completed part. By that same front, beyond last minute editing corrections when the final product is released, there will be very little surprise for the story. when it's fully released.

The overall though:
Positive
- More Previews
- Quicker Payments (maybe)
- More Flexibility for Clients
- Could Work on Multiple Projects

Negative
- No Surprises for Patrons
- Potential for "Dead Commissions" (clients backing out halfway through)
- Being Dependent on Repeat Payments to Continue Pieces
- More Simultaneous Work

Those are just kind of the bits off the top of my head. I've never minded working out payment options with clients if they need, if I make it official, there's a likely chance people will come just for it...

So I'm going to put it to a vote on whether I should open up this new payment format as something official, because it could go both ways.