Ashley pauses to watch her department head as he rubs at his temples in frustration. Staring at the computer monitor before him, he has a look which she has often called the "angry dad" face as he shuffles a few documents about on the desktop.

Ashley- You okay, boss?

Matteo- Hmn? Yeah. Yeah. Just... UGH... y'know. These people! *groans*

Ashley- Well, it could be worse. I mean, you don't have a conjoined twin on you who's a chronic masturbator ...or into some really tricked-out porn, like giraffe-on-donkey or something. *hands up, smiling* I mean, not that I'd judge you or anything. If that's your thing, hey, that's all good, you gotta do you...

Matteo- Yeah... That is true. I'm pretty good there.

Ashley- I mean, hey. I'd watch too- At least once.

Matteo- Don't you have something you need to be doing?

Ashley- Roger that.


Sometimes, it really does amaze me that I still have my job.



Enjoy your evening you sexy example of the failings of "The Rhythm Method". Ave Lucifer

I feel I need to apologize for yesterday to quite a few good people. I did not mean to cause so much alarm.

The comic I posted seems to have concerned quite a few folkes. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/33528130/

To explain this fully would make for a very long journal and would contain many points which I'm not fully at liberty to get into- not my place to. I'll try to be brief.

There's no immediate cause for alarm. Nothing horrible has happened. This is true.

I'm not "okay". This body is failing, slowly but surely. This much is true, also.

As to why I didn't leave any explanation in the info section, truthfully every time I started to write anything I started t0 cry again. Anger, sorrow, too much emotion to handle in any direction. So, I left it blank. I see that was a mistake now and I am sorry for those I alarmed with that error in my judgement.

As to why I was incommunicado, that was more a matter of happenstance. I had scheduled off work and spent the majority of the time resting. In the evening, I tried my hand at Undertale and Sanita and I had a lengthy talk about many things.

The comic I posted was initially going to be a very different beast, with a hefty amount of dialogue. Panel after panel of things I want to say to Edgar, what I think about so often. Things about how I'll never get to see our son go to school. I'll never get to see his first love. I'll never know what he decides to be in life, from gender to job. I don't even know if he'll be okay after I'm gone, what will become of him. I'm so very sorry for that. I wanted to end it with the message of thanking him for being in my life, such as our time together has been- for Sanita choosing to share this amazing life with me, for making me desire to be a better person, a better Satanist.

At one point in the midst of sketching, I recalled that lullaby and how perfectly it fit. For those unfamiliar, it was from the animated film "Charlotte's Web"- Charlotte the spider's final song to her (effectively)adopted child, Wilbur. It was her way of saying good bye to him, and to try to explain to him how it may seem unfair that our loved ones will fade and die, but it's just the way of our world. It's just life. It's so very beautiful, from season to season, daylight to nightfall and we are so fortunate to have each other for the time we do- for night will always fall, no matter how much we don't want it to. As it fit the moment so well and it made a much tighter- I felt, more hopeful expression of everything I had wanted to say, I decided to simply use it instead.

This kind of thinking hits me from time to time, how unfair it all feels. I meet  Sanita_Squirrel and we have this unbelievable relationship- something I never expected when we first started talking and never thought I'd ever get to see in this life. Now, I finally have this, this love, this family that I would finally be a hero for, someone I can be proud to be and it's only now, towards the end of it all.

That just hit me really hard the other day, thinking about the people closest to me, the ones I love so much- so damned much that NO words I've ever been able to write, NO statue I've crafted, NO images I've drawn or music I've tried to write has ever felt good enough for. Can I explain any of that? No. This is why I've said it of her, of US, several times.

"It's love. It doesn't have to have a reason, it just is."



So much for being brief. I apologize to those I gave worry to. I truly didn't intend to project a message of worry. I'm sorry to Sanita, to Ahriman, to Krissie and Dratis. I'm sorry.
Life is too short for pettiness, cruelty and ugliness of spirit. This is the world. There is no other. Ave Lucifer.

*extending her talons, slowly makes a circular gesture around her head*

I know that within this space... *continues to make circles around her head* ...this hairy, skin-covered bone-vessel of meat and fluid... there is stored roughly Eight-thousand dollars worth of vector-calculus. *continues the gesture* This knowledge is stored within this bony sphere. I spent several years forming these memories, shaping these neurons and storing this data. I know this. It's a fact. It is known, Khaleesi.

Now, that being said, applying both time and a substantial dollar valueto this data named...

Why is it that I could not recall enough of it to wet a postage stamp if you held a gun to my face...

BUT I can recall with near-perfect clarity the scene from the USA Up All Night seminal favourite crappy 80's comedy "Hamburger- The Movie" in which one of the two roommate characters laments the others lack of sexual activity with the statement- "If you don't hurry up and get laid, your dick will turn into a pickle. You'll have a pickle for a dick. You'll be gherkin off...."?

I didn't ask for this.

This is my blessing. This is my curse.

Peter Parker gets "cursed" with Spider-themed super-powers.

I can sing a pitch-perfect cover of the jingle for "Buster Burger University" ...

Oh well. It beats being cancelled by Hasbro.


Enjoy your morrow you gleepy gloppers. Take care of yourself and try to take care of someone else. "You're hungry for the taste of a Bus-ter burrr-gerrr. The one and only burger that's fuuu-ulll, full of buuuuull..."

Oh fuck me.
Ave Lucifer.

I present to you an exchange between myself and a colleague at the lab I work at irl, whom I refer to as D-Rex. This excerpt is presented unedited and as best as i can recall with total accuracy.

For context, this was regarding a series of cute, humorous, romantic(not clop) stories I have been writing regarding the developing relationship between the MLP characters Queen Chrysalis and Twilight Sparkle.

Ashley- "...So she's kinda concerned, insecure about things moving to that next level. You see, the issue being that she has a vagina whereas she has an ovipositor...

D-Rex- " ...ovipositor...?"

Ashley- "yes. Ovipositor."

D-Rex- "What is that? Like a Pez dispenser?"

Ashley- ... *stunned silence* "... What a strangely appropriate description...."


You are welcome. I love you all. *hugs for everybody*

As the kids might phrase it....

"...that feeling when you've written a story which no one in your family will give you their input on because it's too moving, too personal and they either get to crying, become too angry or just uncomfortable to provide feedback..."

Not sure how I should feel about my work and myself right now... *chuckles*

I'm gonna eat some food. *nods* That's the ticket. Enjoy your night, whoever you are. Enjoy your food, as well.

Ave Lucifer.

So, I've been working on quite a few things over the last few weeks- trying to get my gumption back up enough after the extreme difficulty of several situations which I'm not fully at liberty to discuss as yet- and get back on track with the charity work I was wanting to do before everything went... I think "PBBLBLPT!" sums it up nicely. Those of you who know me and mi familia on a more intimate level will understand the issues. *thumps her chest* I often have the problem of having too much on my head- too many ideas I want to work on at once. Any given day at work I'll doodle up another 3 or 5 things for Sanita, at least a half-dozen assorted other things... so narrowing my focus down to one thing and working on it can prove difficult.

I'm hoping that as I sit here in my undies and just type away like this it might help a bit to nail some thoughts down... Just a few things I wanted to get out of my multi-coloured trivia-storage unit. I apologize for the lack of consistency and narrative flow. *chuckles*

Some of these might also be a bit upsetting as well, so I suppose I should offer a bit of a warning ahead of time. If you feel that this might be too early in the morning for a spot of the potentially unpleasant I would suggest you check out now. *smiles* No worries. It's all good. Have you a good day, if you can. Ave.

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I really still enjoy the 80's animated series of Alvin And The Chipmunks. Even if much of the humour is dated and very groan-worthy now, the cute innocence of the kids and their adventures is somewhat touching, particularly after 5 minutes on any social media site... Oh fuck my uncle. *groans*
That said, I have to ask- was their music "Nightcore" before it was cool? *ponders* I think so.

Having one fewer arm would seem to make getting dressed easier from a mathematical perspective. One fewer limb to put clothes on... Try duct-taping that biz to your side and you'll discover that the numbers are not always what they seem to be. *sips her drink* Up yours, mathematics. *salutes* Ora, you have my respect, love.

I consider myself a very patient woman and hold to a very strong notion of "whatever two or more consenting adults want to do which is not hurting someone(a much broader term- hurting- than you're probably thinking) I really don't care. It's none of my affair".
However, I must be somewhat firm when I say, it isn't even Hallowe'en yet. Seeing crimmus decorations up already makes me want to hijack a sewage tanker and go all Saints Row Septic Avenger on this entire neighborhood, dammit...

Working for fifteen or more hours on a gift for someone, which they asked you to make, and then they show it less appreciation than someone else's napkin doodle? Yeah. That shit hurts a bit. *sighs and takes another drink* No, more than 'a bit'. Anypoop...

Realizing that noone you know in an online group recognizes Robert Patrick in his role as the T-1000 from Terminator 2 when you make a joke about the movie makes you feel... soooooo... oooooooold..... *flops out of her chair and struggles for the keyboard*

Kidney disease sucks. Just, from the ground up, sucks. *shakes her head* At least give it a cooler sounding name or something. "Systemic Renal Organ Failure" isn't too bad but it kinda lacks zing, you know?
This shit hurts, too.

George Carlin, Oh George, you were the bees knees. You were too hip for the room and truly, you went before your time. However, we do strongly disagree on several points, one of them being voting. You. *Points to the screen* Yes, You. Do it. Vote. Stop making excuses. You are not somehow "above" the system by which our political structure operates and the people elected WILL have authority over your lives as well, like that shit or not, it's the truth. VOTE.

Can we all please stop making fun of the folkes who cut themselves? *winces* You guys realize that's kind of why they do that, right? Isn't there enough misery in this world without adding to it?

Trust me, realizing that someone killed themselves and it was in part because of your cavalier attitude is not something you want on your conscience.

To those this would apply to- Please stop using"triggered" as some sort of juvenile pejorative. It's an actual term in serious medical use. What you're doing just shows your ignorance in addition to your dismissive attitude towards the reality of the term and those to whom it applies.
That S.O. who was "giving you an earful" because of the violent rape imagery you posted? Yep. They WERE possibly "triggered". Just like the military veteran who wigged-the-fuck-out when they saw the violent imagery of soldiers in combat or the poor kid who started crying uncontrollably when you cracked a joke about priests molesting little kids.
That imagery cued up memories of severe physical, psychological and emotional trauma they experienced and you being a dismissive narky cunt about it doesn't help the situation. Not telling you how you have to live, but I am asking, pretty pretty please, with sugar on top, show some maturity. Show some tact. Show some goddamn compassion, ass. Be the hero of your story, not the villain of theirs.

Sorry. *huffs* People's lack of empathy for the suffering of others is just REALLY repugnant to me and it's been something I've had to see a great deal more often of late in persons FAR closer to me than I'd have expected. I fully expect to hear some entitled twat complaining about that one. *sighs and rubs her neck* Where was I...?

Re-booting a series which has managed to last for almost ten years because its popularity is fading is artistic cowardice and shows poor understanding of the audience. Your fan-base is growing up and your show needs to grow up with them. Characters can change, mature and face new challenges. Your audience would probably really like to see that. New characters can be brought into the fold to appeal to your original target demographic if that floats your skirt but abandoning an established fan-base for the promise of a prospective new one is just throwing out the baby with the bathwater. *tches and shake her head* Bad form, Peter Pan. Bad form, indeed.

Yes, I'm talking about My Little Pony. *sighs*

As I seem to need to say this periodically, like some manner of Public Safety Announcement in a goldfish bowl--- *raises a megaphone and clears her throat*

If you have to ask me if I RP(ERP), you already know the answer. "NOT with YOU" If you follow my work at all you should have a preeeeeeetty good understanding of where my relationship loyalties lie and the seriousness with which I view them. I'm not interested in compromising those emotional ties with you for the sake of online digital wankery. Please don't be the asshat that makes me repeat this again in IM or chat. :)

Ever since I woke up, I swore it was Thursday. I just learned it is just now Wednesday morning. *blink blink* I may need to go back to bed.

Donald Trump looks like he smells like Pee. *snofts* Not going to miss that butt-burglar at all.

If that statement bothered you, eat me. *chuckles* He's a right bastard and I'm not apologizing.

I have a few other accounts on this site which lately I've considered linking back to this one. Still, I'm not sure if I would want to. The work I post on them is very different and I create it for very different reasons- so I keep it on a separate page. It's not a matter of dishonesty. I don't use it to cheat on my loved ones or "Troll people" *rolls her eyes. None of that faff. I'd like to think that I have more integrity and value my relationships more than that. The work is just VERY different, a different feel and tone and it's always felt like it didn't belong here. I dunno... *shrugs*

OH!

THANK YOU! *claps happily, wide-eyed* MASSIVE thank you to those of you amazing, wonderful, beautiful people whom have shown your support for what I do in these comics, sharing with you lovely people about Sanita and I and our little prince, Edgar Vincent! <3 I can't say what it's meant to me to read so many of the stories and missives I've seen over the last year. Knowing that what I make here has been something that touched you all, from an LGBTQ perspective or as an atheist or aspiring Satanist, or maybe you're just you and that's awesome! The fact that some of you have sent well-wishes or artwork or even gifts to our son... holy shit-biscuits... that has touched me in a way I could never have imagined, I think. Just... wow... thank you. Thank you.... Thank you. I can't say that enough. Thank you.

Always more to get out of the system but I'd like to end this on a bit of a up-note. If you're still reading this, thank you. Seriously. I hope that maybe one or two of the things here were a happy for you, if not maybe at least something to think about. Love yourselves and love one another. Ave Luciferi.

Good morrow to you, you sultry sexpot clad in today's most sensually dumpster-chic rubbish-bin fashion!

So... at this moment I am staring upward in abashed confusion, looking at the ceiling of my kitchen, standing next to an angry. fire-engine red bucket which is slowly, teasingly, filling with water. This water is dripping into my kitchen through the ceiling by way of the light fixture. Yes. You read that correctly. Water... is coming down... from the fluorescent (spelled it right on the third try!) light fixture... on the ceiling.

I am currently living in a modernized re-make of the 3 Stooges short "A-Plumbing We Will Go"...

If you got that reference, you are at least a little bit more awesome than you think you are. High fives. *fist bumps*

Sorry to disappoint if you thought this was going to be about Talk Like A Pirate Day™. Nope. Ave.

Maybe "cheating" isn't the correct term... perhaps "cheap" or "poorly constructed" might be more appropriate? *shrugs* Either way... The game is a quarter-thieving little prat.

Just a couple points I wanted to jot out for you lovely people who actually like the silly shit I've posted over the years or find some manner of joy, comfort or warm fuzzy sense of solidarity and love in watching me faun and adore over mi querida ardilla satanica  Sanita_Squirrel <3 and titter like a nitwit about our son every other day while Hailing all of your Saytanz as soon as you think it's safe to leave them unattended...

Due to a recent complication, I've had to spend the evening re-evaluating a good number of my submissions as to their adherence to the proper ratings guidelines of FA's AUP. A few things which should have been listed as "Mature" got filed under "General" and so on so on so forth. SO.. if you should be of the type who enjoys my work through the calming light of the SFW filter and are now finding that a few things may not be showing up in your "faves" list, you know why. I apologize for the inconvenience. *thumps her temple* As the kids say, "My bad". I'll try to be more mindful of that moving forward for you gorgeous piles of sex and corndogs.

Though this has been a minor pain in the butt, it's also been a fairly enlightening one.

Looking back through my gallery, this afforded me a certain degree of nostalgia. *leans back in her chair with a sigh* As the majority of my work has always come from a certain place of honesty, going back through my submissions over the last Twelve years was a bit of a history trip. Even with the dozens of comics and images I've deleted recently, there was still an almost tangible roadmap of much of my life and a certain flavour of the progress of my concept of self. I suppose you could describe it as looking at a diary through a bit of a funhouse mirror... or perhaps a kaleidoscope. Much akin to walking through a photo album in the hallways of my mind I got a good long look at the events that made me who I used to be and the person I tried to be for any number of reasons.

From weekends of sex with people whose names I barely recall now to old lovers I hurt... the months in the hospital with my dying mother... chance encounters that turned into lengthy relationships... the absolute disaster that was my second marriage *big eyes* and the HUGE pile of baggage that I carried with that for years... people whom I thought were just horrible to me but... to be frank... I was just as much of a selfish, uncaring shit to them... I could pinpoint so many turning points in my life as I looked through the works posted and recall things which I never did post any art about but will NEVER be able to forget as they changed me so very horribly, one way or the other...

I can very easily chart my progress from a happy-go-lucky, if not laxadaisical and uncaring little shit of a party-girl through a myriad of circumstances that refined me, re-shaped me and changed me. Some good people I met, laughed with and loved- some people I really took for granted and hurt- I'm ashamed to say I was quite horrible to, whether I saw it at the time or not. Some true friends who helped me along the way, some who made me think they were my friends who just enabled me to be awful, so many pieces to the puzzle of who I became along the way...

From snarky agnostic to self-important, angry atheist to the compassionate and very passionate Satanist I am proud to be today.

I will likely be removing a few more things from my gallery as they are messages I no longer can promote in good conscience and will have no part of. However, looking back through things- I will also be creating some updated versions of many things, good things, reflecting the years of experience obtained and incorporating the amazing people I love which have shaped me into who I am today.


Thank you for the complaints, whomever you are. *smiles*


Enjoy your lives and enjoy your loves you sensual and sexual deviations of genetic code. Yield to your loved ones as they yield to you in their love. Bow to no masters or gods as they do not love you and never will.

Ave Lucifer.

Good morrow, good watcher-types.

Thank you to those of you who replied to the previous journal. Your input is appreciated and informative to consider.

Unfortunately, I may be a tick before I get to any projects I had on the table, possibly indefinitely, as something rather unpleasant and life-altering has come to my attention which requires very VERY heavy consideration. I apologize to those affected by this but I assure you, I am in a bit of a bind, myself.



Try to enjoy your day, lovely fuzzbutts. Enjoy it for yourselves and enjoy it for those who don't get to.

Good afternoon to all of you finely bespectacled, waistcoat-sporting fashionistas who secretly hide bean dip in a pocket to sneak chips.

Just a note- an apology really. I'm sorry to have disappeared utterly for the last two weeks. Those of you who keep in touch elsewhere know what's been going on and I thank you for your discretion here.

Long story short- I've spent roughly a week living in a hospital waiting room after someone extremely dear to me had a mortal incident and dealing with my own health issues in the fallout since. I am not at full liberty to go into details as yet so, please don't ask.

Charity commissions will be proceeding ahead as soon as I'm more able to work and I need to get in touch with a few of you regarding interest and payment etc.

I hope you're all faring well, warm and wubbulous. Be wonderful to each other.

Ave Lucifer.

Salutations to all of you Gleepy-gloppers!

You know, I should probably apologize for all the Adventure Time refs I keep making lately. Dratis bought the big-momma full-monty collectors edition of the show- which is the big-ass bomb-diggity-doo, by the way- and I've been making my way through it again. Great stuff. Man, but I wish that show would've kept going.

I just wanted to thank all of the fine fuzzy-butt folkes who've been awesome enough to speak up on the new charity comm project! *motions for prinnies to stand up and applaud behind her* You folkes are just fab-yoo-loh-so! *prinnies throwing streamers* We're getting some great feedback here and I'm really proud to see this. I still need to get word back on a few things- still need to note a few of you good folkes as well but I'll be banging those out shortly.

Bangin'... why does every one of these turn into innuendos? *titters* I must have Sanita still on my mind. *sighs, wistfully*

Anyppop. Just wanted to say that. You folkes are great and I hope you're having a day which can best be described in a southern colloquialism, such as "finer than frog hair split four ways".


Love Yourselves an Love Each Other, you soulless masters of tomorrow!
Ave Lucifer.

Seemed like a good enough title in my head...

So- here we are. Another day down, another opportunity to do some good in the world, and make our ninos poquito proud of us, yes?

With that thought in mind, I'm announcing that I'll be taking another crack at a round of commissions for charity!

I'm unsure as to how many slots I'll be able to fill as yet. Man, I knew that would sound kinky no matter how I said it... *fist pumps* Yussss... But, all the same, the basic gist of it is this-

Working with traditional medium at $15 for Black and white/ $20 for full colour, (via paypal, por favor)I'll make for you a one or two character shot to your specifications as provided via private note, please.

Each image will be posted as it is completed with a great big pokin' fat ol' thank you and a shout-out to the commissioner for being awesome, unless of course you don't want that. Again, I'm happy to work with you as informed.

Also- if anyone should be interested, there is a possibility of an auction for a YCH involving Mi Flor Oscura, Sanita, Myself, and You! This will depend upon time and interest so, let's keep the dialogue going, comprende?

The rules of this are as such- (1) SFW, NSFW, whatever you're shooting for is fine with me, providing you're not requesting that I commit a digital felony. Anything not meeting with FA's AUP will of course not be posted for viewing. (2)All characters depicted herein are legal for use and kosher with their respective owners as suggested (3)I will reserve the right to post/re-post the image, assuming it's not something private, which I will need to be notified of ahead of time. *tches* I will, of course, respect that. (4) I will keep a digital copy for my records but the original, as previously stated, I will mail to the address you provide me. If that should be different than what is listed in your paypal, PLEASE be sure to say so.

Finally, nothing against any of you fine, fuzzy, presumably hyper-sexual and freshly-showered masses of meat and well-groomed hair- I'm sure you're all of those things and then some but -Polyamoury IS NOT Promiscuity- When it comes to my fursona and art, sexual or otherwise, just as IRL, I am beholden to several other parties whose respect and love mean more to me than I could ever say. If art is requested involving myself or my loved ones it has to meet with ALL of our approvals or else we'll have to talk terms. *raises a digit* RESPECT the people whom you love, kids. They're worth it all and then some.

Or in simpler terms, don't ask me for a four way gang-bang involving me, you, Sanita and Chrissie. *huffs, shaking her head* T'aint' happening, folkes.


Once we're all done and we've had our tom-foolery fun, We'll tally up the total and I'll be donating the lot of it 100% to those lovely folkes at The Trevor Project.

If you're unfamiliar with the group, The Trevor Project is an American non-profit organization founded in 1998 focusing on suicide prevention efforts among gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and questioning youth. Through The Trevor Lifeline, they offer a toll-free suicide and crisis-prevention service with trained counselors in addition to offering guidance and resources to parents and educators in order to foster safe, accepting, and inclusive environments for all young persons, both in home and at school.

I'll be posting up the first three images which have already been covered under the previous run this week, starting today and also contacting a few folkes regarding specs already provided. Whuf... *whistles* I'm pretty excited for this.


So- if you're interested in getting yourself some art and donating a few dollars to help some really good people, comment here or note me up and we can get to talking terms.



Lets all do some good in this world, eh?

Press A to play. Press B to jump. Press C to hug. What am I?

Just a quick tiddle-riddler before I got to the main faff. If you know the answer- we gangsta. *thumps her chest and throws up the horns*

I apologize for this not being the journal I'd planned to post regarding the new charity commissions. You can bet your sweet bippy that is happening this month and I'll be posting the first one up tomorrow morn... but due to several recent incidents and to prevent further unpleasant interactions in the future it looks like I goss tah do diss, Lucy...

*ahem* If You are on Second Life and you enjoy using it for whatever you use it for, good. *claps her hands* That's you and that's what you do. Great. Grand. Terrific. Maple butter donuts to you, love. I'm happy you have a happy. The world needs more happy in It that doesn't come from the expense of others....

The key word in all that is "you". You are free to do as you will. Your life.

I cannot over-emphasize this. Please, do not attempt to involve me in it. I don't want to know about it and it's really for the best, frankly.

To be brief- I've had literally no good experiences with second life and every, I repeat with no exaggeration, every interaction I've had with it has involved someone I was seriously involved with either cheating on me or someone else trying to cheat with me through it. The last time was my actual RL wife and the less said on that the better. I have never known anyone to utilize it for anything beyond a place for hooking up through the fantasy medium of a 3d fursona, often spending rather surprising amounts of time and money doing so and generally behind someone's back, and that sort of thing is repugnant to me on a level of genuine physical discomfort. I take honesty and fidelity very seriously.

I realize some of you reading this are already thinking a response that you have never encountered this. *nods* Good. That's a great thing. I'm glad for you. I have, too often to recall. The fact that you haven't doesnt change that or undo the damage done.

I am disabling The comments on this journal as I'm sure some of you would like to discuss how you're the exception to the rule or you know someone who is and good for you both. Again, that is awesome. However, I have been put through an emotional wringer over the last day or so, I'm still very hurt, very raw and badly drained, and have even less interest in bickering through another Luke-warm "#not all_____" defense of something which has been used to hurt me than usual.

Those of you wishing to argue the conveniently selective point of how digital infidelity isn't true dishonesty can get bent. *folds her digits* No argument. Period.

This was purely a informative point and an apology for not being something else... And a cute riddle. Not a forum for discussion.

Enjoy your lives and live your dreams you beautiful bastards. Try to be kind to those you meet today. This life is all we have. Ave Lucifer.

Hola Y Bienvenidos mi amigos y muchachas muy diabolica!

You know something weird? When you love someone so much it makes you go from being a fully-grown adult woman to a giddy, giggling little teenage girl in nothing but your underwear and their jacket, laughing to yourself about nothing you can put into words and hugging yourself. That's what. *cackles*

Uhm... *laughs again* Anyway. Where was I? Oh yeah! *claps* I was going to announce that I have discussed this with a few folkes on other sites, a few groups I work with locally, mi familia *purrs* mi rosa oscura y nuestro hijo.... *ahem* and I do believe it's time to get back to seeing art put to good use again, so I will be doing another series of charity art images this month! Yes!

People caring about people. We could use a bit more of that lot, eh? *pops her neck*

I'll be posting up another journal tomorrow to better explain the parameters, number of pieces and some other specifics.

===>As to last attempt at this, there were several folkes who had expressed interest in the charity commissions- GOOD on yer, by the way *genuine applause*. Great Big Greasy-grimy Gopher guts Hugs and Hugh Jackman smooches to you, you wonderful pots of sex. *winces* Buuuuuut unfortunately, for one reason or another, only a few completed the "transaction" part of the whole issue and then... well... *chuckles, rubbing her neck* LIFE kinda happened... *titters* literally.... So- I'll be contacting those who had expressed their interest in the last run tonight/tomorrow regarding this project.

I need a shower. Whuf...



So- just a heads-up on that. I hope you're all doing well, lovely watcher-type people. Enjoy your lives. Always try to be nice. Never fail to be kind.

Nothing against either of those fine fellows, or their show either. It's a good show and Lucy knows I'd fancy a bourbon or ten with either of them. *titters* Just a bit of faffery that was on my mind concerning my most recent posting for our son's 1/3 cumpleanos...

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/32062395/

In many of my comics and art images, whether dealing with political issues and religious whackery or beloved old horror movies and video games, I often sneak in a great big butt-shovel of references to other things- completely unrelated. Sometimes this is to make a point. Sometimes its a bit of a social experiment. Generally it's just for a larf for the people who notice them.

In this image, I intentionally made 5 references to other creatives and their work. *head tilts* Seeeeven, technically but, that's something we can sort in the wash.


If you're the sort who might enjoy this type of goofery, type yourself up a comment with your list and I might just note you back with something today. *snofts* I did get the afternoon off after all... Oh, and just as a freebie, I'm not counting Corey, the Prinny, as a Disgaea reference in that list of five.

*beams* Amo a mi familia.


Again, THANK YOU for any and all of the positive feedback and buckets of love from you awesome folkes. Please, keep being awesome to one another, you beautiful bastards.

Just a wonderful heads up to you fantastically fine-ass watcher-type peoples out there in the magickal land of Oz, Narnia, Hogwarts, Georgia or whatever other fantasy realm you call home...

Notes on a few things-

*folds her fingers and beams* THANK you, super-duper mass-attack, Fire-flower THANK you to those of you whom have offered support and some "hell yeahs" to our family. This new chapter in life has been a learning experience to say the least and to read some of your stories and see the love and times, good and bad, you all have been willing to share ala PM or Email or the few of your fine fuzzy folk I've managed to meet in person has been more moving than I'd have ever considered.

With issues being as they are of late, time constraints, family affairs *sighs, beaming*, medical issues and so on, I've had to curtail a few projects I was really excited about but unfortunately can't pursue at the moment, however, I AM going to be dusting off one from about this time last year and seeing what kind of fun and faff we can raise together. I should be able to announce that one within the next few days but it'll be a *eyebrow wriggles* "charitable experience" to say the least.

Saying "Charitable" in a Sean Connery accent feels weeeeeird.... just FYI.

Also- As I still have a veritable PANTload of comics I never got around to posting from those nine months of time when Sanita was educating me on the finer points of life with impending baby, as per her advisement I'll be posting them up pretty soon under the heading of "A Gift- THE Gift, Memories". Just a foreword there so noone gets confused and thinks that Edgar's got a new sibling on the way or something. *big eyes, puffs out her cheeks and whistles* I think Sanita said it best with "Let's see how badly we can fuck this one up first"...

Ah- for those of you with an interest in the expanding of thought, knowledge base and seeing other viewpoints- specifically those of the Satanic persuasion, I've got something for you. For the last six months I've been a contributor on the team for an online mag called "The Adversarialist". It's a great group of folkes with a very diverse background in schools of thought, experience and specific talents for expression. Written think-pieces, visual art and a little bit of music even, if you'd interested in seeing a slightly different perspective on Satanic thought than you may be used to, I recommend giving it a look. I guarantee, be you CoS, TST, Luciferian, Atheist or whatever- someone will piss you off, someone will make you fist pump(MACHO Madness, Oo yeah....) and someone will make you think. Not trying to sell you folkes on anything. *laughs* I'm not on that team any longer, just an opportunity to enjoy.

Also, thank you to those new lovely watcher-type folkes who've jumped aboard of late, be you joining the merry band of ne'er-do-wells and fudge-moppery for love of TST, LGBTQ or just to see my goofy ass fawn over our son and occasionally complain about things I hope you have a good time. That's why we're here.

Oh- I was noticing some of you fine folkes had "faved" a few older things from the gallery of goodness an- Awwwwww Shit, I listened to it AGAIN! GYAH!!... *scramble on the floor, punching herself in the head* What the fuck have I done? AUGH!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEEMVj7GN9w


So... *pants*... looks like I may be drawing s'more of that, too.


Love yourselves and Love each other, beautiful bastards. Like the man said, "always try to be nice. Never fail to be kind". Ave Lucifer.

I realize that these journal thingies of mine generally go into some manner of a philosophical point or outpouring of venom over some horror in our world theatre but in this instance...



I was just on Youtube, watching a touching little music video of the song "Fireflies" by Owl City, set to animation from "My Little Pony".

This video was interrupted by an ad for a rub-in oil to keep your balls "feeling fresh in the heat of summer".



I just wanted to share that moment with you all... I hope it has improved your day in some manner, knowing that this bizarre juxtaposition has occurred. *shrugs, laughs*

BUT NOT in the same way...

And CERTAINLY NOT for the OLD team.

Some of you may know that I used to be a youth pastor, minister and missionary in... let's call it "the before times". Long story short, I got out and am now a proud Satanist. Some locally even call me Matron or Mother Black. *smiles* That's cool.

However- BIG News- You know what, I'll just repost it from the journal update I made for TSTFurs...

Egads but I'm positively BEAMING Here... *titters and bounces about* What this means for us, not just TST, but everyone, the good we can do, the new avenues available to help others in disenfranchised communities or very specific yet deathly important legal issues, are almost innumerable!


The Satanic Temple is moving forward with becoming a federally recognized religious organization.

Many persons within TST, from members of the NC on down to the card-carrying folkes in the trenches, have mulled over this question for years. "Is it right to accept tax exempt status as a religion, particularly when such a thing is what we have long argued against?" Finally, reaching their decision gate, TST has moved on the issue.

https://www.patheos.com/blogs/infer.....exempt-church/

This is BIG news and I know I could not be happier about it.

Again, I realize many will have reservations on the issue but please, consider it from this perspective. The benefits this will provide moving forward are almost impossible to overstate.

The simple fact that TST will soon be able to ordain ministers, that alone is going to radically alter the face of culture in America. You may live in a small town or simply one with a very strong evangelical presence which impedes upon the freedoms of the community. As a ordained priest or priestess of Satan, you would now be able to offer your community wedding services, counseling, hospital visitation and advisement rites- the list goes on for longer than the "SOLVE/COAGULA" tattoos on my arms.

This is a great day and I am overjoyed that you all are on board to be a part of it.

Love Yourselves and Love each other, you beautiful bastards!

Ave Lucifer. Ave Satanas. Hail Satan.

Soooo- I'm sure that by now most everyone in the world with an internet connection knows about the fire which has recently blazed at the Notre Dame cathedral.

I've seen quite a few people weigh in on this. Satanists tend to be a very politically-minded bunch with rather strong opinions, more often than not. Those opinions have varied pretty widely but generally fall into two camps- one of which is REALLY not helping anything, even if I understand the position and can empathize. As much as I've seen being thrown about on the matter, I felt I needed to say my dime's worth.

This was a horrible thing. This fire has taken from us a structure which was a cornerstone of so many things, art, architecture, culture and history- both religious and secular. This cathedral was not some Southern Baptist pray-the-gay-away revival tent or just another "1st Pentecostal" cookie-cutter church. This thing, this structure was a work of ART. It was a piece of beauty in a world so consumed with praising brutality and focusing on the negative. Hundreds of artisans, thousands of hours, days, months of time and love went into so many parts of it which have become symbols in the minds of aspiring artists across the boundaries of time and space. Here I am, child of an Austrian family, american-born in the 2000's and I am ready to cry at the loss of a stained-glass window created roughly 600 years ago in France. THAT is the beauty and power of the art in this structure.

This isn't to mention the religious artifacts, the reliquaries, the paintings and tomes of knowledge, both fictional and historical, potentially lost in this fire. Irreplaceable works of keenly-crafted quill and parchment, bound in wood and leather, these things weren't dime-store novellas from the "Fifty Shades of Bad Fanfic" section. These were ART. Not just the knowledge on the pages, but the CRAFTSMANSHIP involved in these works, the love of the work that went into them- it's breath-taking.

I don't know the full extent of the damage. I've honestly been a bit too horrified as yet to fully research the matter. I know much of it was, indeed, saved from the blaze by ongoing renovations. Even so, this is an ill loss to the world.


As a Satanist, I seek new knowledge to improve myself and to help me to uplift others whom I can. While I fully acknowledge and am thoroughly disgusted by the things that the catholic church has done to humanity throughout the centuries and it is part of my life's goal to see that such people are exposed for what they are and ensure their brand of hate and oppression does not hold sway on the generation of tomorrow- I do NOT take joy in the destruction of a truly beautiful and irreplaceable piece of world culture, nor do I wish to be associated with those who would.

This was a tragedy and while I empathize with their anger, share in it to a degree, I lament those who cannot see it as such.

Ave Lucifer.

I apologize ahead of time for the disjointed nature of this journal, lovely reader. I'm afraid I'm rather tired in a bit of pain as is the usual lately and having difficulty maintaining clarity of thought and cohesion, so this is going to be a bit of a rattle...

Years ago when I was working towards a career in counseling, a professor of mine had a very profound observation in a class on sociological principals applied in relationship psychology. He asserted that in relationships, with ourselves, before others, it was all-important to be able to say "those three little words". Over the years, I've seen just how right he was and have only come to respect him more and more. I once more tip my hat to that violet-eyed shrewd little man as I prove that I am NOT above saying "Those Three Little Words"...

I. WAS. WRONG. For years of time and too much energy wasted, I was wrong.

So, beginning with this moment, here... http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24779918/

As articulating all the things I'm feeling right now is proving somewhat difficult and I have a massive amount of work to get done here, I'll cut to the heart of the matter-

I will be deleting everything from my gallery of "My Little Prinny". I realize this will upset a few folke, probably cost me several of you lovely watchers and maybe an acquaintance or two and while I never like to upset good folkes who aren't hurting anybody- that's not really the issue here and frankly, I don't care. Not on this point. This is too important. This is The Work.

When I first tried watching the reboot series "My Little Pony:Friendship Is Magick" I immediately saw several sub-textual messages that really troubled me. I've never really touched on these and and don't really have the time to here and now. Looking back through the comics I did for those years, though- that was never the focus of what I was doing. I intentionally avoided touching on those topics as I didn't have the time or care to argue with the more rabid elements of the fanbase about them. The focus of the humour of the comics was almost always more of violence for it's own sake. Looking back, Whether intentional or not, the humour was not always, but almost always built around "Something just got hurt. It's funny because it's mean".

Maybe you don't see it that way, lovely reader. However, would someone else? Would the well-meaning random passer-by with no knowledge of my intentions?

Would my son?

Would he ask me why the little penguin was shooting the pretty winged horsie for just flying around and "Bro-hoofing" another winged horsie? When I explained to him that this wasn't about that, that it's about other completely unrelated issues that disturbed me about the program, and he asked me, as any idiot probably would, "Then why is this all that's in the comic?" What would I say?

I'd say because I'm the idiot. That I allowed my own bitterness to cloud my interactions. And I am sorry.

Believe it or not though, my own fanclub, the "Think-tank" as our household often refers to them, didn't see it that way.

For a long time I've been aware of a group of angry little troll-goblin people folke on FA and a few other sites who watch me and continually re-post my work elsewhere to do an unbelievable amount of bitching, pissing, moaning, complaining and conservative young-republican crying over how horribly anti-christian and evil, liberal, pervert, SJW, "ruining the furry fandom" I am. Given as I've been a furry for longer than many of these kids have been alive, much less past puberty, It really is impressive. According to these turds, I am everything from a rapist to a molester, a horse-fucker- I don't know. *shrugs* Seriously, these pseudo right-wing types said these things....

Still, The one thing I noticed which made me almost double over laughing was when one of these children called me a "brony"...

A "brony"... *stifles a giggle* Just let that roll around in your brain for a touch. Me, the person who- AT THAT TIME- had an XBL profile sporting "I am the anti-bronie"... Me, the gal who as of this moment has a comic featuring a pony with a telephone pole impaling it up the ass... Me, the one with the ongoing series in her gallery of myself and others continually beating "Futa-Jack" bloody while still in her hospital bed from previous beatings... I was a "brony" to these kids. *shakes her head* Again, this is why we call them "The Think-tank". Not too bright, children. Not too bright.

And all new things considered -what I'm about to say- it's also incorrect.

As I understand it, the word you little tossers are looking for when referring to someone like me would be "Pega-sister".

*smiles*

Yes. That's right. I said it. FUCK you.

After watching everything available to me on Netflix and listening to hours upon hours of fan-fictions on Youtube, Yeah... I really do enjoy the fuck out of the show. To be true there's a few things I still dislike- *sighs* oh fuck it- *counts on her fingers* Get this out of the way.... The submission to autocratic authority figures, the thoughtless and somewhat neglectful treatment of the milquetoast submissive (arguably) token-male, the total lack of LGBTQ representation in an 87% same-sex/gender society (stop typing. The one scene of Lyra and Bon-bon hugging does NOT a lesbian couple make) and honestly that's about it- otherwise, I really REALLY do like the show.

And NOT just the show. The fanbase... YES, it has it's problem element to be certain. Many shit people are bronies and have colored my views over the years, gross, mean-spirited, super-nerds, misogynists, gay-bashers, anti-trans, TERFs, gate-keepers and so o( many of whom have moved on and are now the problem-element garbage-people of the Rick and Morty fanbase which keeps me from enjoying THAT show... )

There are similar people in The Satanic Temple though...FAR too many... and I will still take a bullet for TST if it comes to it.

- BUT I've also encountered SO many people in the fandom whom are beautiful people, absolutely beautiful. Kind, Caring, Giving, good-natured people who really do see something so much more to the program than just technicolour mini-horses that sing shmaltzy songs and go on wacky adventures. They see the meaning of those songs, they feel it in their hearts. They believe in something deeper, something wonderful, the real essence of what is going on, not the surface elements. They watch the friendly little pony sing "There's one thing that makes me happy and makes my whole life worthwhile and that's when I talk to my friends and get them to smile" they feel it. They just want to see others happy, like the character in the program.

Like I do. That's what I've always wanted too- just to see others happy, to lift up the people I encounter who need it, protect the ones who need it, educate the ones who need it and learn from the ones willing to teach me... for all the best of reasons- to take the love I feel in my heart and pass it onto others, give them the joy I feel.

"One should strive to act with compassion and empathy towards all creatures in accordance with reason."

"The spirit of compassion, wisdom and justice should always prevail over the written or spoken word."

Is that Satanism or is it My Little pony? *laughs* Doesn't fucking matter. It's goodness for it's own sake, TRUE goodness towards another of one's own volition, for NO OTHER REASON and it's important.

Good people, talented creatives using their craft and the love they feel for what they do to give that love back to the world... Just punch it in there like a fistful of rainbows and warm kisses.

SO- with all that said, back to the title from up top there...

- to any of you lovely artsy folkes with a penchant for the equestrian interested in an opportunity, I have a c-note that says ya'll can give me a decent pony-sona for a new project I'm working on with a few talented folkes. If you're of the mindset to work with me on this, or wish to put me in touch with someone whom just might be, give me a note or PM here and we can talk. If we work well together and you're interested, this might turn into a repeat business partnership, as I'm laying out a series of things I'll be wanting to see some other creatives'pony-themed input on.

I am such a rattling buffet of unattached mess at the moment. *runs her fingers through her hair* I apologize.

OH man... I hope Sanita doesn't kill me for this...*chuckles, rubbing her neck*

Love yourselves and love one another, you boiling cauldrons of sexual perversion.

So-

As I have no frame of reference for this situation I have to wonder if this is normal. *runs her nails through her hair* Am I some kind of freaking imbecile or something? Normally, I wouldn't think so. I'd like to think I'm decently intelligent, emotionally sound, if not prone to excess, perhaps. *nods* I'm normally quite loquacious as well. I tend to be fairly verbose and select my words fairly carefully before proceeding to commit to statement- except for maybe those few emotionally charged rapid-fire "Fuck me? Fuck You." situations.

Maybe that's it. I know it's a very emotional thing. Feelings riding incredibly high in ways that I still can't readily explain. Much as if you were to ask me how  Sanita_Squirrel makes me feel or why I love her so, I really couldn't give a set answer. *head tilts, eyebrow arcs* This was kind of like that but dialed up to maybe THIRTEEN or so. I'm not sure if the dial popped off the Staxx or not. That metaphor might make even more sense.

Still- I feel a bit off when I realize, after the moment, that I've spent the last nine months with her, the other great love of my life, growing, sharing, learning, loving, waiting to meet this person, our son, and when the opportunity finally presents itself and there he is, the single most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen in my life, this little helpless person, this new life, a melding of everything beautiful in her and I in a pristine and unsullied swirl of stardust, this little bundle of hope, love, possibility and promise beyond anything I could ever have expected to see in those little eyes. My chest is pounding in a way I didn't know it could, feeling it in my ears, my cheeks, in the tears stinging at the dams behind my eyes ...and what comes out of my face?

"He's so tiny."

By the way, Edgar's birthday is February 26th.

Hullo all of you sexy people!

I write this because I feel I may need to clarify something in my previous journal- a bit of a misstatement maybe on my part -also, something I've been needing to say, just from me.

I suppose I should offer a bit of a Trigger Warning. As this does get rather emotional and it does deal with some very sensitive and personal issues for me, my lover and family and for some of you fine people, I'm willing to bet, if you're having an emotional day already, you may want to back out now. No shame in it. Good on yer. *smiles*

*exhales heavily* Okay, I should say a very heartfelt "thank you" to those of you who've been so supportive of me in both comments and private notes. That's been rather kind of you. To know that my work and my generally goofy ass has managed to touch people that much has been rather humbling and also eye-opening in a way. *head tilts, smirks* Then again, that's kind of what this is all about.

Though I do plan on opening another page, I should clarify that that is for a seperate project, altogether. (Up your shaft, "Separate", I'm spelling it MY way!) Yes, I was rather upset when I wrote the previous journal a week ago but that was only coincidental. *hands up* I was planning on this new project for some time now. You might say that my work, The Work, has been building to it, after a fashion.

This page, the current one you are on, "Ashleyfableblack" is NOT going anywhere. Oh HELL no. *shakes her head energetically* HAaAaAYALL no. Are you MAD? *laughs* My gangsta-ass homies, I have WAY too much love for what I do and for your fantastic asses to ever stop dropping big fat hug-bombs on you all here. Not to mention- *big eyes* My Satanic, Sweet Sexy-momma  Sanita_Squirrel is scheduled to have a new friend for us both to meet sometime next damned month and I've got dozens, literally, DOZENS, of comics about our lovey-dovey, Satan-hailing, oh-holy-hell-I'm-gonna-be-a-momma times together to post up here before I get to meet him, I hope.

And on to that point...

*rubs her neck*

You know, when I started posting up the comics I have about us, Sanita and I, our blossoming relationship and the pregnancy I never really considered what that might mean to some of you fine people, only to us, though mostly, only to me. Being what I am, a "herm", I've long been rather aggravated by much of the "herm" artwork... ugh*eye rolls*... I see on this and other websites. Being this thing that I am, it's not some happy game of sexy-pretend. It's real, with some really unpleasant side-points that I get to look at. I won't get into all that Venom here but one of those is that I have been told for years by several specialists that I would never have a family of my own. Never. The anatomy I'm configured with can neither carry nor create in another a little one. I am a genetic cul-de-sac. *snofts* Yay.... *jazz-hands* And believe me, I have tested that hypothesis many, many, many, many times with more people than I can recall, all with similar results.

Then I meet her and, Well, THIS begins. What Sanita has shared with me- it's changed a huge amount of perspective for me. A tonal shift of practically everything, WHO I am. What she's given me, I can never understate in scope or span because I'M still figuring this all out *laughs* Every day I think about it, her, us, the three of us, I feel some new thing I have to examine and try to make sense out of with no real point of reference.

But I never considered what it meant to you. *points* You lovely people. I never thought that what we have, our relationship, little Edgar, could be so much more to so many others.

I never thought that we could be a symbol of hope.

Over the last few months I've received several notes from different couples in similar situations as ours. Somehow this information has even made it to a few of my accounts on other sites. Lesbian couples, Transwomen and their partners, A few intersexed individuals, like myself, folkes very much in love and very much happy together but absolutely crushed by sadness, outrage, guilt and even shame because they also knew that they either couldn't naturally have a little one of their own or the law itself wasn't allowing them that through blocking adoption. *ahem* Fuck THAT, by the way...

No names, named, as always, lovely people but, to offer a bit of understanding I'd like to share with you a few small samples...

"You keep hearing it from people, so much you get sick of it. 'Oh well. People like you can always adopt, you know? Sometimes I feel like I'm worthless because I know I'll never be able to give her that. She wants SO badly to be a mother but I can't provide her with that, one of the biggest parts of life for plenty of women. Seeing that you two can pull it off makes me so happy every time I read one of your comics"

"When I think of you two and your beautiful little bundle on the way it make me feel like maybe we can have a chance at that too."

"Seeing how happy you two can be makes me think that maybe I'm not going to be so lonely forever, you know? Maybe things will work out and there's someone out there who'll love me as I am, even if I can't give them a Bio-fam."

"I was thinking how shit it all was when we lost (her). Fuck everything. The doctor said we could try again but it wouldn't matter. I just can't give her a family. I almost thought it'd be worth it to just end things, not burden her with me any more. Then I just happened upon you through a friend of a friend on DA and I saw you and your squirrel-girl.The things you've posted up, seeing someone who GETS IT, understands what it's like to not be a part of everything, how it feels so cut off, like you're not real, even, like the world doesn't see you as a person, you're just an IT, a fucking thing, and you two can make it happen. You two can pull it off in this ugly fucking world. It makes me feel like we can make it happen too. Thank you for everything you do here."


This is rather humbling to say the least. Shaming even, when I consider the stupid things that can depress me or rile me up- make me forget, even for a fucking moment, how unbelievably fortunate I am to have the wonderful life that I do, with the wonderful family that I do.

I never thought that what I was doing would matter so much. I just draw things. I make comics about what I feel, life and the way I see the world. I always wanted to reach out to folkes, sure, maybe help them through hard times but- I never considered how much we, "US", might touch other people's lives. I never thought that just loving someone, honestly and openly, could reach out and touch others all on it's own.

We REALLY ARE One Big Tapestry. Just a big mess of threads, colours and images. Maybe individually, we can only see what a mess we are, just a little knotted up ball of string. Our little strings on their own don't seem to add up to that much ...but they really are connected, aren't they?

I can't wait to see how the picture comes out.


I'm not going anywhere. How in the fuck could I?

Don't any of you lovely things go anywhere either, okay? *points*

One World. One Love. Ave Lucifer.

SO, current devastating discoveries aside- how are all of you lovely people doing, eh? Still sexy and svelte semi-buoyant things, I'm willing to bet. I realize it's been a tick since I've posted up a journal here but, all the same, I'll be brief.

Even with all the irons I have in the fire, chances are within the next week or so I'll be opening up a new page for some veeeeeery different content. Now, this isn't like that other page I currently have. Oh no. *tut tuts* If you're one of the maybe three or four fine furry people who know about that one by hook or by crook, good on yer. It's for the best I think we can all agree that I don't post up on there, all the same. Though- Recent discoveries of self and such being as they are as of a few minutes ago, I'll likely be posting up on there again soon. *thumps her chest and takes a sip of her vodka* Oh indeed, me butt-thirsty buckets-of-blood buckoes... but- No, this new page and new project will be a very new and very different direction for me in terms of my work and what I do with it, both the messages I express and how I express them.

Sweet Satan but I shouldn't type journals when I'm this chuffed, you know? *snerks* Though in all fairness I've gotten much better about just flailing at the keyboard and accepting whatever characters manage to land upon yonder screen. *snaps and puffs out her chest* Never settle for less, children!

Now, I realize this new work REALLY won't be work for everyone to appreciate. *goofy smirks* It'll be fun and happy and sappy and sad and romantic and weird and dumb and odd and lordy Lucifer we all know how little some of you folkes enjoy fun, don't we? That's practically a four-letter word, innit?

Also, as my current work comes from the place of honesty and emotional sincerity that it does, this new page will be something 100% fictional and separate from anything you see here so... hell, I dunno. Maybe most of you all will enjoy it, come to think of it. *shrugs* I'm a bit off at the moment. All the same *gestures dismissively* VERY different stuff.

By the nature of the way I will be presenting it, I don't believe I'll have any connection between these two pages. I dunno. Maybe a little. As I said, this will be very new row for me to hoe and I'm flying by the seat of my pants-ear here. So if you get a watch or an invite from a rather unusual source, don't be too terribly surprised, keedoke? *smiles and burps angrily*

Why is "separate" spelled with two "a's" if it's not pronounced as such? That's some bullshit right there, methinks.

So- in brief *counts on her digits* New page of all-new/all-different content, *raises another* spelling "seperate" with three "e's" should be acceptable, *raises another* trans women are women *raises one more* Winners do occasionally use drugs. Zog off, Nancy Reagan. *claps her hands together* and you can always count on the complaining about the complaining about a thing to be far more aggressive and smug than the initial complaining about the thing ever was.

Enjoy your days you sexy steam-shovels. Never trust a big butt and a smile.

One World. One Love. No gods and no masters.

Hail Satan. *salutes and smiles* As you were.

Dear incredibly Sexy and Beautiful Watcher-type Furry-Folkes~


It has come to our family's attention here at the commune that somebody is in a bit of a bind and I was wondering if any of you absolutely gorgeous people might be able to lend a hoof, paw, tentacle or helping... thing.

A fine furry filly I know in the Georgia State area is in a spot of trouble with that good old situation we all know and love, housing. It seems that due to circumstances beyond her control, she and her posse will very possibly be homeless by this Nov. 19th! She's a bit scared for the future understandably.

We've scraped together some funds to throw her way to assist in finding new lodgings or help with bills in the meantime but what she's really needing is a roof over her head their heads, if at all possible, one that is pet-friendly.

If any of you folke have a lead on a potential place to hang her hat and get in out of the cold, I know it would really make her millennium.

Please hit me back if you think you could help this poor gel in need out of a tight spot. Nobody should be homeless.

Thanks in advance for being awesome. Keep it up, lovely watcher-type sexy folkes!


Much Love~
Ashley <3

Because if you're not eating your pop tarts with butter on them, trust me, you're not really living. Not just yet. *sips her drink*

Ah! Just wanted to provide a bit of a heads-up as I realize it's been quite a jot since we've really had any communication, lovely watcher-type people and lurkers... new faces in the bushes and the hateful re-posters, may Baphomet bless your bottoms, the lot of you...

Sorry for being out of touch for a couple weeks there. It's been quite a time. An experiment in social media has re-affirmed my earlier opinions regarding the concept. *sighs, chuckling and sips her drink again* However, many other opinions on... err... "popular media" have been reconsidered of late. Another discussion for another page, methinks. Hat-hat...

November tends to be a VERY difficult month for me on a personal level. I apologize for this in advance if my work becomes depressing or somewhat antagonistic. Those who've known me long enough will understand why, those who don't will likely be finding out. It's an issue I'll be touching on in a story I'll be posting up, probably tomorrow afternoon. Like most everything I do, it's a "meta-narrative", based in fact.

I should apologize to those whom I owe work to. I'll get into the specifics on that in greater depth in another journal this weekend but for now, let's just leave it at... *itches at her nose in thought* Erm... "Sorry?" "Oops?" ... I know the kids like to say "My Bad" but I've always felt that to be a rather poor miscommunication of accountability and intention. Regardless, this is a point I will be addressing posthaste in this coming month. I owe it to those of you who are pretty decent folk- which of course I know that my watchers are the best out there, sexy, glamorous furry-folke with glorious bodily fluids worthy of a "Five Nights At Fuck-Me" pizza party, most assuredly.

In case you're wondering, yes, I am aware of the Netflix lawsuit issue and yes, I do fully support The Temple's position in the matter. If you wish to discuss specifics further than that feel free to note me or whatnot. It's all good in this hood, sexy beasties.

Thank you, as always, to those of you whom have supported the work which I do here. I've never asked for favourites or likes or thumbs-ups, what-have-you but it's always a big bucket of warm fuzzy love to see that the things I create, give life to, make someone out there a bit more happy- or maybe less alone. Touching people like you is why I do what I do. It truly is.

That and ... well... *blushes a bit*  Sanita_Squirrel You've been a tremendous wellspring of inspiration for me in the comparatively short time we've shared thus far, darling. *rubs her neck* I can't say I ever saw this coming in my life but *head tilts, tearing over* What we've shared- I don't have words for.

In short- You make me want to be a better person. Not just for Edgar Vincent but for us- for you. Thank you, darling.

As always, love yourselves and then try to love each other. This is the world. There is no other. Make it count.

Ave Satanas, you beautiful bastards.