Sometimes I look at SparkSnout Sticker Co. & have to remind myself: I built this. This little sticker shop is mine, my late nights with the printer humming while I sip tea & try not to fight my cutting machine.

And honestly? I love it. I love making stickers for furries. I love taking someone’s sona, their art, their personality, & turning it into something they can hold, trade, slap on their water bottle, or wear on their con badge like a badge of pride. There’s something special about helping people bring their sonas to life.

Owning this business has taught me a lot about patience, creativity, & the joy of making something tangible in a digital world. It’s small, it’s personal, & it’s something I’m genuinely proud of.

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I’ve always wondered how people in long-distance or open/poly relationships handle communication and trust. I’ve been in open/poly relationships before, and I’ve never had this kind of issue. This time feels different, though, and I think it’s because of how things were (or weren’t) negotiated. It’s left me feeling a little lost.

Life’s been so busy lately that my puppy/partner and I went a while without really talking. It wasn’t on purpose, just life getting in the way. When we finally did connect, I found out that some pretty big things had changed on their end. It caught me off guard because I thought we were on the same page, but it turns out we weren’t. What I thought was clear communication... wasn’t.

Since then, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of overthinking everything. My partner keeps telling me I’m not being replaced, that we’re okay, but I can’t seem to shake this feeling. It’s like this little voice in the back of my head keeps whispering that I’m not enough, even though I know it’s probably not true. It’s exhausting, and I hate feeling this way.

I don’t want to let this doubt take over, but the lack of communication and the changes I wasn’t prepared for have left me feeling off balance. I don’t know how to deal with these feelings without taking it out on my partner, which isn’t fair to them. Am I just struggling with the whole idea of polyamory? Or is this just how anyone would feel when there’s a communication breakdown?

Trust isn’t something you can just set and forget. It’s something you have to keep working on, and I know that. Communication is everything in a relationship like this, and I feel like we dropped the ball. I’m scared that if I don’t deal with this, I’m going to mess things up even more.

Part of me thinks maybe we need to take a break and give ourselves some space to figure things out. Maybe that would give me the time I need to adjust and figure out how to talk about all this honestly. I don’t want to hurt them, though. That’s what scares me the most. I’m so afraid that bringing this up will hurt them or mess up another connection they’ve made, and I’d hate myself if that happened. But keeping it all bottled up is just going to make it worse, and I know that.

I know they’re probably going to read this journal, and maybe that’s my way of trying to be honest without having to say it out loud. I’ve just been so scared to bring it up directly. I hope they can understand where I’m coming from and that this is coming from a place of love and wanting to make things work.

Dad… I know you've been gone for 2 years now, but I can't stop thinking about the last time you called me, the one time I didn’t answer.

I’ll never forgive myself for letting it go to voicemail, for not picking up when you needed me most. If I had known it was the last time I’d ever hear your voice, I wouldn’t have hesitated. But I did, and that choice will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I knew you weren’t doing well, but I convinced myself I could call you back later, that my job was more urgent. I see now how wrong I was. I don’t know if you held that against me in the end, but I pray you didn’t.

Dad, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, even if I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

The news that hit me on April 5th, 2024, felt like a cruel twist of fate, a reminder of the horrors I thought I had left behind. My ex, a man whose name & face still send shivers down my spine, had committed an unspeakable act. He took the lives of two furries/pups who were his roommates. For years, I lived in the shadows of his darkness, enduring a torment that no one should ever have to face. He wasn't just abusive; he was a monster disguised as a human being. His time in the army left him scarred, haunted by demons that consumed him whole. The PTSD twisted his mind, turning him into a psychopath capable of unspeakable atrocities.

The abuse I suffered at his hands is etched into my memory like a scar that never fades. The physical violence that has left scars on my body, wounds that healed but the fearful sting truly never went away. The sexual coercion, the manipulation, the constant barrage of mental torment..... it was a living nightmare from which I thought I'd never wake. I suffered in silence for years, trapped in a cycle of fear & despair. I was a prisoner in my own life, held captive by a man who once had an evil power over me. Yet, somehow, I found the strength to escape. It wasn't easy, & the scars both seen & unseen still linger, but I made it out.

Now, as I grapple with the news of his actions, I can't help but feel a sense of conflicted emotions. There's relief, of course, knowing that he's finally been apprehended & will face the consequences of his actions. But there's also a deep sadness, a mourning for the lives lost & the innocence stolen. It's a strange feeling, this mix of relief & sorrow, but it's one that I've come to accept as part of my journey to healing. I may never fully understand why he did what he did, why he descended into such darkness, but I refuse to let his actions define me.

I've escaped to a new life, one free from his tyranny, & though the scars may still ache from time to time, I am determined to find peace & happiness amidst the chaos.

As I mourn the loss of two precious lives, I hold onto the hope that justice will prevail.

Today, I found myself grappling with a ghost from the past, a sudden resurgence of memories demanding attention. It's curious how thoughts of exes tend to resurface, how their memories choose moments to revisit, almost as if they still have part of your life.

In the midst of it all, I feel compelled to address something: closure.

Specifically, closure with my exes. Yet, as I reflect, I realize something crucial—I don't need closure from them. Every decision, every action in the past, was a means of survival. I won't justify any hurt I may have caused, but it's essential to recognize that I was hurting too. We both played our parts in the drama of our relationship.

However, dwelling on it serves no purpose. I'm sorry for any pain I caused, but I also acknowledge the hurt inflicted upon me.

It's a two-way street. Yet, here I am, years later, and they still occupy space in my mind, rent-free. It's almost amusing, the audacity of memories to demand attention when least expected. But I refuse to be held captive by the past.

I've moved on, filed those memories into long-term storage, almost forgotten. And now they come bursting back, uninvited. Nevertheless, I'm reclaiming that space, focusing on the present and the future.

Here's to letting go, moving forward, and embracing what lies ahead.

Today, I found myself grappling with a ghost from the past, a sudden resurgence of memories demanding attention. It's curious how thoughts of exes tend to resurface, how their memories choose moments to revisit, almost as if they still have part of your life.

In the midst of it all, I feel compelled to address something: closure.

Specifically, closure with my exes. Yet, as I reflect, I realize something crucial—I don't need closure from them. Every decision, every action in the past, was a means of survival. I won't justify any hurt I may have caused, but it's essential to recognize that I was hurting too. We both played our parts in the drama of our relationship.

However, dwelling on it serves no purpose. I'm sorry for any pain I caused, but I also acknowledge the hurt inflicted upon me.

It's a two-way street. Yet, here I am, years later, and they still occupy space in my mind, rent-free. It's almost amusing, the audacity of memories to demand attention when least expected. But I refuse to be held captive by the past.

I've moved on, filed those memories into long-term storage, almost forgotten. And now they come bursting back, uninvited. Nevertheless, I'm reclaiming that space, focusing on the present and the future.

Here's to letting go, moving forward, and embracing what lies ahead.

Had a phonecall with my mother, and she completely shocked me in her statement towards the LGBT community. Her targeting and attacking Trans, Non-Binary, and Non Cis Gender conforming identities.

I have been building up to come out as non-binary to them.

This had me taken back and crying almost at the end of the phone call. I have never heard such hate come from this woman's mouth. She a few years ago became a Southern Baptist, and a Gideon ( the ones who give out the little red bibles for the new testament)

She has changed and become such a conspiracy theorist about anything not republican, or Christian radio. i am truly concerned for my future in my family.... I feel so lost now.

I don't know how to properly say this, but I feel I need to say it. I don't feel like I belong in the he/him category. I've never truly felt like a "man" as my family growing up would say. Growing up and in my dreams I looked in the mirror and I've have longed my whole life to be a mother/woman.

I see myself as something I'm not and I feel trapped by my existence. I've been scared to admit it. I hide behind a non binary flag because I'm scared to step in any direction and I'm so uncertain on what to do and who will accept me

I just wished to take the time to wish everyone a wonderful holiday! From far and wide, you are amazing and I am thankful to know many of you! <3

Many of us can say, that we take our kink life very seriously, and some like to keep it separate from our vanilla life. We may work with people who are in the community, and they are in the lifestyle, but we would never breach privacy of each others life. I have started a new position, that I was really excited for over the last 3 weeks. A chance for me to get back in a office, and show what I am worth.

Last year in Billings, Montana, there was a huge meeting. A meeting that involved rumours and lies being spread about members of the community. A member of the community and his submissive were destined to ruin a leader, and his ex boyfriend/submissive, because they felt that it would improve their own agenda/image. When the meeting came and all points were talked, the tabled were turned and the two that were causing problems, found out that they were actually the problem, not the leader and his ex.

A year went by and petty talks continued from the two accusers, as the community realised the lies and deception that they lead others to believe. A sexual predator and his little who tried to ruin friendships and professional careers.

I am now victim of the little's lies, she decided to take it upon herself, and begin to tell my co-workers about my kink life. She decided to talk to people telling them I am unsafe, and that I am a person that can't be trusted...

Sub: You took the time out of your day to violate my privacy in the local community, and talk about me in ways that were not yours to do. I have contacted our bosses, and am hereby filing a formal harassment report against you. I do not appreciate you doing so, and after a year, I am saddened that you are still acting the petty cunt you have made yourself out to be.

Dom: You preach SCC and privacy in the community, you would not like it if someone was to do this to you or someone you know, I expect a formal apology not only from yourself on behalf of your submissive for her actions, but I expect an apology from you for the way slander is still being performed to this day.

I put the past behind me and made my apology to the community for my actions, isn't it time for the two of you to act your age? 57 for the dom and 46 years old for the little... you are targeting a 25 year old.... this is kind of sad,

I am going to take a moment, and vent a little
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Why is it the only people keeping their shit together in this mess are some of the grandchildren? Seriously....
1: My grandmother didn't want her ex husband at her funeral, that shit is weird, and I wouldn't, no offence to my mother and father want them at each others funeral.
2: She wanted a catholic mass funeral with "Ave Maria" played & and to be remembered as the devoted Catholic she was.
3: My uncle needs to understand, that he needs to be there for his family. He also needs to understand that his wife needs to stay at home, if she can't learn that she is not liked for her childish behaviour and way she treated my grandmother. ( if the rumours are true, since I was not there)
4: YOUR MOTHER WOULD NOT WANT HER CHILDREN TREATING EACH OTHER THIS WAY!! YOU WERE RAISED BETTER!! FIGHTING IS NOT HOW TO HANDLE THIS!! GET GRIEVANCE THERAPY!!
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Once you see the casket entering the room, you will all forget why you were fighting, and begin to remember the memories you all shared. You will realise that this fighting is pointless. You all need to put the issues aside and come together like the Luc family used to. Life is to short to keep living by such hostile means. I know you feel hate in your heart, but I know deep down you still love each other.
Seriously, I am not flying across country to pay respects to one of the most important women in my life, to have to sit through this Jerry Springier bullshit. for another day. I will seriously disown everyone, and wash my hands of you all.

Through the last week I have been dealing with a lot going on in my personal life, and a facing losing the woman who raised me (My Grandmother). She faced a really bad fall on her birthday 8/16 and has internal bleeding and a broken leg. I have been recently faced with a-lot of unexpected expenses and living across country, I will be unable to visit for the expected funeral which I am being asked to speak in. I know this is not the normal request that I ask of friends, but if anyone would like to help me in any way, I would greatly appreciate it. my paypal is rjj1092[at]gmail.com

My grandmother fell yesterday on her 76th birthday, and it took about 3 firemen to lift her to get her onto a stretcher to take her to the hospital. She went and had an X-Ray and was sent home without them noticing her leg was broken, she suffered in pain all night, till she had to go back and was admitted.The hospital now sees that she has internal bleeding, and may have to have surgery to fix it, which I do not believe she will recover from. My family is taking this time, not to come together and put their differences aside, but to bicker and argue still with each other. My family has allowed themselves to be filled with petty hate for their brother, and he has allowed himself to lose his closeness with his family. Your mother, my grandmother is sitting alone drugged in a hospital room and where are you all? Where is the love that this family once had to come together to help one another? I am sick and tired of the fighting, since I moved away. I am tired of there being drama with one another. Will it really take us losing the one woman that we all cared most about, for us to be in the same room and realise that at one point or another, we were wrong? Will it take the death of my grandmother for us to sit down and realise that we need to apologise to one another and become a family once again?
Grow up, and let the differences be gone.
I ask my friends and family, to pray for my Family once again, that they may find peace, and healing thoughts, that my grandmother may find peace or heal back to being herself.
I don't know how much longer, I can go on watching this, before I wash my hands of them and walk away for good.

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. For anyone that feels this way.
I am trying to demonstrate that someone's always listening.
#SuicideAwareness 1-800-273-8255

Personal>>>>>
Real First Name: A Girl Has No Name
Nickname/Username: Ezriana Anmut
Location: Billings Montana
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn, da goat
Chinese Zodiac: Year of the Monkey
Briggs type: The Performer/The Composer
Pets: I mean.... not the kind i would take home to mother.


Sexuality & Romance>>>>>
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Kinsey Scale: no preference
Relationship Status: Its A Secret
Poly or Mono: Poly, unless things change
Want to Marry: Someone, someday
Want Kids: One-day, it would be nice

Silly Stuff>>>>>>
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
GoT House: Targaryen!!
Bending Style: Air or Water
Pony Race: Whatever Rainbow Dash is?
Pokemon type: Fire or Flying
What Are You Reading: 50 Shades Series
What's The Last Movie You Watched: 1st 3 Pokemon Movies
What Are Your Greatest Irrational Fears: Fear of being alone, Claustrophobia, Arachnophobia

Sleep>>>>>
Early Bird or Night Owl: Night Pink Fluff
What Time Do You Go To Bed: 12am-3am
What Time Do You Get Up: 10-11am
What Do You Sleep In: a bed.... duh
Do you Dream Frequently: sometimes way to much .
What Position Do You Sleep In: on my side
What was the last dream you remember: Skydiving gone wrong o.o


Work & Education>>>>>>
High School: Graduated
College: Graduated
Occupation: Emergency Services
Where Do You See Yourself in 5 Years: if not dead from stupidity, far away from everyone I am near now.... ( nothing against them, i just always poof eventually)
What's Your Dream Job: High School Choir Director

Favorite Stuff>>>>>
Foods: Sushi
Carbonated Drinks: Rootbeer or Diet Dr. Pepper
Non-Carbonated Drinks: Sweet Tea
Ice cream flavor: Pralines and Caramel
Season: Fall
Animals: Huskies, German Shepard, Wolves, Foxes, and Dragons
Colors: Purple, Silver, Black, Red, Blue, Pink
Music: Almost anything
TV shows: Breaking Bad, Nurse Jackie, Game of Thrones, Anything Star Trek
Video games: Final Fantasy XIV, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Metal Gear Solid

Know anyone wanting a police car?
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I'm looking for an artist who can draw a scene for me involving Star Trek.

This piece involves Three characters on the bridge of the Uss Voyager.
If anyone knows an artist please send them to me or me to them

Trust.... hmmm that is something that is preached about in this lifestyle right? The need to trust people would be crucial to a successful kink lifestyle. ... Then why is it that those who say that they care and support me lead me down a path that is made of smoke and mirrors? Acting one way to me and going behind me and speaking another way to another is misguiding and down right rude. I was told today by someone who was once a close respected friend, that the reason changed in our local community was because of the way I acted.

As humans during our first year of life we are supposed to learn how to trust other people for the basics, but what are we supposed to do as we get older and the hurt increases and the pain won't subside?

What about when our learned balance of trust versus mistrust goes away?

What about when we lose ourselves and we are not children anymore?

I remember when we made the group that everyone left. We agreed a fresh, clean slate, for everyone and especially for those who shall not be named. Remember that? I do... So why is it that after 6 months suspension and an additional 2-3 years our of the lifestyle around you, that the time comes for someone to come back and want to be social, and you suddenly start sticking knives in friends and families back? (not directed at anyone unless you feel guilty then speak your peace) I was thrown out of the lifestyle, and talked shit about and no one that cared for me bothered to say anything to my defense, but suddenly have bad things to say... hmm interesting get where my smoke and mirrors statement is coming in now?

Suddenly I realized.. the only people I can trust are a select group of friends...

Everyone showed their true colors, and I am being the better person. I chose to ask for forgiveness and allow time for wounds to heal... yet i'm still under attack?

that being said. I wish everyone the best of luck. I wish you all strong endeavors in your group of liars and unsafe practices... just remember the lesser of two evils you think you took was the same evil that was destined to destroy everything before.

Best Fucking Wishes.

Ezriana Anmut