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Thank you for your comment, and I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed Lichard's story! One of the interesting ideas I had for him was that he worked diligently to enter necromancy and achieve immortality in hopes of winning over an elf's heart. As a human, he longed to become like him, a non-aging creature.

Another idea was to have him actually petrify the best contortionists in order to preserve them until he finds a way to also make them non-aging and long-lived like himself. However, considering that his own body had become nearly skeletal, he first wanted to find a way to achieve immortality while still maintaining beauty.

Why did he have to petrify Nathaniel, who is a non-aging elf in the first place? Perhaps he got so used to adding the best bendy boys to his collection that it became more important than his original goal of granting immortality to the best contortionists...?

So I think Lichard isn't really bad or anything, but when you're considered a villain for centuries and constantly have to protect your realm from all kinds of archers and mages trying to "put an end to this evil," and even if one of them decides to listen to you, there are still many others who won't bother. Tragically, if some powerful mages manage to exorcise evil spirits from Lichard's body, for him it only means a peaceful death along with the imminent death of his entire collection of frozen boys. So in his view, it's better if all those bendy archers, mages, and elves trying to attack his castle join his collection until better days...

谢谢！我很高兴你喜欢我的绘画作品
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Thank you! I'm glad you like my drawings

Thank you for your sweet comment and interest in my work. I believe themes like fisting, gut-punching, skewers, skinny bodies, and so on, are primarily about the aesthetics of the human form. The question is why bother inventing coffee or whiskey when we could all just drink water?

The idea of beauty is subjective and personal. I don't expect everyone to be in awe at the sight of someone shoving their arm elbow deep into their own anus. I've never advocated for cruelty or non-consensual acts, but I think it's fascinating when people are consciously training their bodies to find that the boundaries are not as narrow as initially thought, or explore more extreme topics in the safe confines of art.

Oh, imagine the raw power of that stallion as it mounts him, its thick cock plunging into him with a force he can hardly bear. He feels his body tremble and shudder as it takes every inch of that massive shaft, every muscle in his body straining to accommodate it all. The horse's grunts are almost deafening as it pounds away at him, its strong legs pumping furiously as it drives him up onto the next orgasmic peak. A real man and a real beast, their bodies moving together in an ancient dance like thousands of years before, when men first discovered the art of fisting that allowed to mount those great beasts of nature. the sound of hooves pounding on the earth, the wind whipping his hair as he takes it all, feeling himself being stretched and filled to the brim with the raw power of nature. I'm sure he'd never want to leave the stables again, too happy to spend all his days being fucked by those magnificent creatures. From a humble cowboy to a proud horseman - he's found his true calling! ;D

I've never publicly shared this artwork before, and I'm only sharing it now because you convinced me to post some of my old works. I want to thank you for your encouragement.

Thank you very much, Shifty. I hope that the characters will continue to be unique and tender in the future. I am glad they're relatable. Maybe I'll try to make more anthro art in the future but currently just don't feel it... but who knows? After all I still have Pearly and also Wolfy's minotaur :D One day it will be raining cats and dogs, maybe even aliens, but right now I'm simply not inspired by that XD

Thank you so much for your kind words, Sasha. I'm glad that you're enjoying the space saga so far. The plot has indeed become increasingly twisted, to say the least 🤣

Hahaha! Well, she could always try to jump on it's head and blind it with her massive melons 😝

Hahah, I learned something new today! I didn't even know what a slippery elm was before you mentioned it. 😂 Thanks for letting me know, J 🌿

谢谢你的赞美,我很高兴你喜欢我的画
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Thank you for your compliment, I'm glad you like my paintings

Somehow it brings joy thinking that this image might be connected to something real beyond my imagination. I've been living in the same room for over three decades, only stepping out once a week to buy food, even though I don't have any valid reasons, physical or mental limitations - just feelings of total disinterest in every aspect of this world. Not some puny "depression" - the favored label of money-greedy charlatans - but a profound inability to see a single reason why this whole reality exists in the first place. But somehow it always brings joy when others are able to appreciate beauty that eludes me.

There's a reason why I started making art in the first place. I'm not an artist, never been, and I've never ever wanted to "express myself" - even if the only definition of art that I agree with is "self-expression"... But I think the "self" thing is broader, not meant to be just this one puny human - but all of us, the human as a whole - the sense of freedom, exploration, wonder and playfulness, the reason why we're born.

My reason was very simple, I would always notice there's a certain demand in certain niche things, a lacking bit of the puzzle, then realize I had what it takes to help - and get patted on the back because people really needed it. It didn't exist yet and I could help bringing it to the world. I felt useful. It was my way of making the world a little more complete.

Only in the late 2000s, after almost a decade of work, there started spawning sites like Facebook, and DeviantArt became more "social", people started talking about "social networks", everything became so fucking social. And all of a sudden some randoms started accusing me of things like "you should do what YOU want, not pleasing others". To me it was a completely new, alien style of thinking. I was quite used to getting patted on my back for another good job done, and now I was getting patted on my face for "not being true to myself". What the fuck?

I couldn't understand the whole concept of "doing what YOU want", it was like taking my feeling of being alive and useful through interaction with others, and replacing it with the feeling of being dead inside, isolated and completely useless - like a lamp in an empty room, shining only for itself. And now all of a sudden, almost everyone insisted that being dead inside is a way to go Back then in 2000s nobody talked about depression, and only 10 years later suddenly everybody was depressed. I wonder why...

I always felt like if I'm the only guy who can do what I do, then why not? So of course, when everybody on the internet started living inside their own personal bubble, my whole system of values fell apart like a house built on sand. Now everyone is a consumer - if you make some cool free shit, great, give it here and fuck off. If you don't then just fuck off, nobody cared from the start. You made something great and want a pat on your back? Well fuck off, I don't have time for your whining, stupid attention bitch...

Times have changed, everything fell apart - would it be better if I had a different strategy? Probably not, I simply wouldn't be here by now, because I absolutely can't function in isolation - I only feel okay when I think about other people I know. There are not many and you're among them - just to think that without you, Martin would still have one single picture riding his teddybear because it would have never crossed my mind to make more - to me it was a completely random thing at the time. And now look at him! So it hurts every time I realize I haven't seen your messages in a long time, but when I finally see them I feel like I don't deserve it, knowing you have way more problems to deal with than supporting an online artist.

About the world building... Well, the more I'm trying to work on some "system", the more I realize it's like trying to fix things when not knowing exactly what is wrong. I've always been happier to make standalone pictures and stories - you read one and then forget all about it, and you don't need to read 10 other stories just to understand the new one. But people seem to prefer series and sequels, so it's pulling my brain apart because I like to be patted on the back for doing what people want, but I don't like doing things that are too complex to the point where big dicks and bubble butts are almost lost under the heaps of all kinds of combat/magic systems, politics, relationships and mythological garbage...

You definitely make a lot of good points in everything you say about world building, in fact I don't see much difference between your advices and what I'm already doing. Trying to make a combat system around the Evil Spirits in my recent posts was a funny joke on my part, but I honestly don't see how it would be possible to make all further posts revolve around that one limited system. But it was still good as it made me think more about Yunia and how it could be made into a more fanastical world with its own laws, and it's a good foundation for a lot of future ideas I guess...

About the "bad brain days" - it's like having your own personal evil shadow that lives inside you and when it wakes up and starts feasting on you, everything becomes a lot harder. It only helps to know that these things are always temporary. However, one thing I've noticed for sure is that the shadow never leaves until I verbally express myself in a blog post like this - it doesn't help to talk with friends in private, in fact it only makes things worse. But after making it public and getting a few positive comments, I can almost physically feel how the shadow retreats back into its hole. It's like a powerful spell. Sometimes I keep suffering for 2-3 weeks, trying to not make it public, but once I do - the problem is gone in 2-3 days. I don't know how else to get rid of it, so it's always been my last resort to get back to normal. And I'm glad people are always full of supportive ideas during those times.

Lastly, thank you for always being there for me. I know you're a person who lives in reality and has way bigger problems than mine, yet somehow I still managed to drag you into this weird world of mine. I'm incredibly thankful for that.

Thank you for your kind words! I'll need to make more feminine boys with beautiful bellies :D

Вы правы, древняя цивилизация майя славилась своими таинственными ритуалами и поклонением фаллосу, символу плодородия и силы. В самом сердце джунглей Юкатана существовало священное место под названием Сеноте де лас Агуас Термалес. Считалось, что это природное чудо было домом могущественного божества, которое даровало плодовитость тем, кто поклонялся ему.

Внутри пещерных глубин Сенота де лас Агуас Термалес из пола поднимались сталагмиты, напоминающие гигантские, капающие пенисы. Майя входили в эти пещеры обнаженными, их тела украшали замысловатые татуировки, изображающие пенисы и вульвы. Затем они участвовали в оргиастических ритуалах, иногда даже совершая сексуальные действия над самими сталагмитами.

Так что, как видите, вполне возможно, что жрицы майя были искусны в различных формах поклонения 😜
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You are correct, the ancient Mayan civilization was famous for its mysterious rituals and worship of the phallus, a symbol of fertility and power. In the heart of the Yucatan jungle, there existed a sacred place called Cenote de las Aguas Termales. This natural wonder was believed to be home to a powerful deity who granted fertility to those who worshipped him.

Inside the cavernous depths of the Cenote de las Aguas Termales, stalagmites rose from the floor resembling giant, dripping penises. The Mayans would enter these caverns naked, their bodies adorned with intricate tattoos depicting penises and vulvas. They would then engage in orgiastic rituals, sometimes even performing sexual acts upon the stalagmites themselves.

So you see, it's quite possible that the Mayan priestesses were skilled in various forms of worship