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Emerging from the mystic mist (Patreon)

Published:
2025-04-14 00:54:10
Edited:
2025-04-17 00:54:06
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2025-04
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Decadent Arsenic has more of Aelfi's vision in the cave.

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Rick2tails

not mermaids? why thats...actually better.I never was into the fish bottoms XD seriously though curious to see where this is going

Decadent Arsenic

Its going to involve possibly an artist rendition of that one salamander guy whos drawing i put in the patreon public gallery. He's the entire reason thay all of them are gathering here, cause they were all his handmaidens. As he has existed since the river was a wellspring way before Pangea separated, he is concurrent with the formation of the Appalachian Mountains. This means he has a decent line of handmaidens. "Hey didnt your handmaidens have eternal youth? Whys he got like more than like 3 ever?" Because real people cannot mentally deal with immortality, especially if you are stuck in the same state of mind forever. Recommend reading *Interview with a Vampire* for context.

tegerio

Her left, or scene left? Because I see a mustachioed gentleman on the left, and a hefty guy on the right.

Ragtime Rochelle

Her left. The hefty guy in overalls. His names Lennie and he's slow like the character from Of Mice and Men.

CTN

Doodle request: Cass being a hoe again. A human guy, shirtless with his pants around his ankles, is standing with his backside towards the viewer, his hand of the wall with his hips sticking out. Cass, clad only in a bra & panties, is kneeling behind him, with her head strategically hiding the guy’s naughty parts. It should be apparent that both of Cass’s hands, though hidden by her body, are in use: one grasping the guy’s butt, the other manipulating his member. Cass’s purse should be on the ground or a table nearby, emanating notes indicating the sound of a cell phone ringing in it. Cass should have her head turned towards the noise, her muzzle wet from sloppily licking the guy’s *something,* and yelling at the phone: “Dammit, Bruce, go away!”