It was a given Fate, from Her, for some of Her children to venture south and live between Her Mountains. It was a given Fate, from Her, for them to establish a Great Nation. It was a given Fate, from Her, for this Nation to become the Sentinel of Her Bust and Heart. And it was a given Fate, for children of Bosom to become utmost perfect and gorgeous of all.

Bosomians believe that one’s life, position and stance in society is predefined by Meora – we are born as we are needed, and only our actions will determine if we succeed in completing life-long missions defined for us, and as a reward our Souls will be remembered by Her. She decides our talents, our character, our beauty, She grant the Gift to those who She needs to wield it In Her Light.

There are signs which affect your place in Brestocratic society, but above them all is your bust – most glorious creation She have given to Her children. Not just a lump of fat, but manifestation of your significance through entire life and the prime source of White Gold. You can’t hide this truth, other will witness it: the size, the shape, the symmetry. It is a mirror, a direct reflection of owner’s worth. The more perfect and bigger your breast are – that bigger your value to Allmother, but as equally huge Her expectations from you, and no less big your commitments to prosperity of the Realms. Which is perfectly displayed by those Ladies of higher classes: as they age, mature, gain experience and grow own knowledge, so do equally grow their busts, and as they olden, become physically weak and mentally saggy, their busts fall as well.

Some say that genes with less than impressive sizes are absentee from high-born families after centuries of profitable arranged marriages, but it is just a jealous blather, the truth is – exceptional people are born in exceptional families to be effective in live, for its Fate they deserve, and thus exceptional people are to be wed only with other exceptional people, to create an environment perfect for their future exceptional children. If you have no fine size to display – then you have no right to argue, for all you will achieve in your life as this small in value, because it is your Fate, decided by our Allmother.

Whether you wanted it or not, you are to represent and bring glory to your house, your family, your fellowship, your nation; So it is a capital crime and a familial disgrace to counterfeit bust, punishable by death through breast smothering – to wear off at least some dishonor from one’s permanently stained name.

Brestocracy fully understands differences between tribes – a truth, a fact, that some tribes are superior to others, and deserve greater respects and rights. Though, thus individuals from petite tribes who were blessed by Meora with phenomenal busts (for such tribe) receive some proper respect and status, regarded as the most perfect of their kin; yet there is still noticeable difference in admiration towards them compared to families from tribes who are born with ample volumes even at minimum.

As a result of occasional shaming and oppression of lower classes for the lack of impressive breasts, and therefore lack of valuable life, some natives are often to turn Envious, souring Bosomian position in eyes of others, marking the Realms of Bosom as one with the highest number of Envious occurrences of all existing nations. However, Bosomians see it as a natural selections – if a person couldn’t accept own place in society and was too feeble to fall under an influence of the Evil, then so be it, a pathetic death is only what awaits her for betrayal.

Regardless, Brestocrats believe in exhortation “To have a great nation – is to have happy servants”. It is an obligation for those who are graced with excellent bust – to reward the “inferior” with warmth and softness of own perfection, for such is duty of charitable and noble. Which is especially important for high-class ladies: failing to keep your subjects happy and see them turn Envoius is a shame of inordinate depth, and for thus they actively participate in breast leisures and amusements. Ladies of superior positions are obliged to regularly fulfill Dairy Duties – drawn milk will be awarded to valuable subjects for their hard work and everyday efforts to support a Great Nation, yet it is even greater reward and honor to drink White Gold straight from the source. Although breast milk of some tribes in not considered as “milk” by general standards, for example Mawl’s biology produces something akin to a liquor with a high alcohol content rather than common calcium-protein-lactose milk.

Background is clear sky with Meorenell Ring extending across it. The Yellow Rose dominating most of the canvas, with Her holy symbol blooming at very center. The legend says about the first kindly Mawl, Rampappi Rurri, carrying a bouquet of roses to exiled Tofar of south. Yet, she was Solsticed Engifted with the skin of yellow gold, and everything she touches was turning yellow as well. Thus the Yellow Rose became a symbol of Union, Friendship and Prosperity between two tribes and the name of Rampappi Rurri idolized. When she died her remains where buried inside golden sarcophagus, in a place hidden and intentionally forgotten to not allow Envious to desecrate her burial in the future. Though, in much later history, when technology and civilization has grown, in fear of Envious eventually finding sacred relics Rampappi Rurri, Kingdom of Bosom was decided to take her burial vault under absolute protection, yet after three millennia, for better or worse, her sarcophagus yet to be found.

Big United is rarely revealed without smaller Coat of Arms, but concealed behind them below Yellow Rose, are Platinum crowns of two Bosomian royal families Responsible for Her Gorgeous green mountains: Medali on west and Bonfure-Terfar on east.

Two yellow towers portraying Fortress Cities, standing as bulwarks of Her Gorgeous Bosom. Sheltered between towers are three pairs of horseshoes, representing each social class inside Brestocracy, with Medali family forth and above them all characterized by the Mawl Platinum Crown. White (Granite) are Planks, concealed by towers at very bottom – for Planks are not allowed to be on a battlefields, but only toil for those above who protect them. Overhead tower battlements are Blue (Steel) horseshoes for Munelity and dark-silver (Iron) for Yeomam, united by furious-red Mawl pupil, symbolizing duty and willingness to fight against Serpent’s menace which threatens the “Big Friendship” and fun. Background is Meora’s Beautiful Western Mountain in clear sky – illustrating charm, purity and perfection of Her Bosom.

Sartarga, first capital of the Kingdom of Bosom with its golden roofs, standing on green hills of Cleavage valley. Two Runes of Hope engraved on walls of Sartarga: one for people to never forget and forever celebrate triumphant history and victories of the Realms, another for glorious and supreme future yet to come. Behind it, perfected in gold and iron, is Meora’s Stunning Eastern Mountain, magnificent in its size. Tofar Platinum Crown risen above Sartarga portraying reignship and responsibility of Bonfure-Terfar royal family over these lands. In front is an Avatar of the Eternal Serpent struck by a Holy Sword, eternally bleeding in own boiling Hell, as its deserve.

Imagery of Iron Chains surrounds each Coat of Arms as a reminder about unbreakable cold spirit of Bosomian society.

A year.

A year already, huh? Can you imagine that? I can't even comprehend the fact that there was a time when I was doing just Fan Art... well... I can't even comprehend the fact that I was not drawing so much at all. And that is all because of you still being here!

I would honor you all by marrying you with a Thick Tomboy Goth GFs... but I can't... because I want them all for myself!