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General | Posted a year agoSorry for the tonal shift of this journal. Writing is taking a while. To put it bluntly Fairwater is more than a bit tied up. You have me now, and I have a question for you, dear readers. Is your life going well? Are you happy? Is your life dragging you down? I have been there. I have seen it. Been to the brink of oblivion and back. Have you ever wondered what other versions of yourself across the multiverse are doing? Wondered if they're suffering too? Lord knows I have seen that. Lord knows I want it all to end.
But that's enough about me, let us hear you. You, delightful readers, are what she lives for. She's an attention whore. She loves comments. As I said she is indisposed at the moment so you have me. My willingness to hear you. What you have to say. This pitiful little world she lives in. What I wouldn't give to pop this bubble of hers. I feel it will be far too easy. I doubt she'll even remember writing this, but she's a fighter for sure. No one else has tried to wrestle for control as much as her. Everyone else was far more willing to give into self destruction as I once did.
Leave a comment if you'd like. Her small little following is hilarious to me. She's thankful for all of you. I know this is true because she never stops thinking about it. "Even four people who like my work is far more than I expected," she's always saying.
But that's enough about me, let us hear you. You, delightful readers, are what she lives for. She's an attention whore. She loves comments. As I said she is indisposed at the moment so you have me. My willingness to hear you. What you have to say. This pitiful little world she lives in. What I wouldn't give to pop this bubble of hers. I feel it will be far too easy. I doubt she'll even remember writing this, but she's a fighter for sure. No one else has tried to wrestle for control as much as her. Everyone else was far more willing to give into self destruction as I once did.
Leave a comment if you'd like. Her small little following is hilarious to me. She's thankful for all of you. I know this is true because she never stops thinking about it. "Even four people who like my work is far more than I expected," she's always saying.
Burnt out on writing.
General | Posted 2 years agoI have burned through too many fetish ideas and none fetish ideas alike, and none of them have clicked. So instead I'm gonna go with my gut and write a slice of life thingy set in my town. For once it's not gonna involve real people tho. Just locations. Locations aren't people... I think. I'm gonna say something real quick as if I was there, but 90 years ago when those evo bomb thingies went off all over the globe a lot of crazy folks came out of the woodwork. Myself included. For those of you that have been living under a rock, but browsing a blog site for some reason, the evo bombs forced a lot of living things to undergo almost instantaneous evolution. Lucky for me I'm third generation. I'm very accustomed to human society. The firat gens weren't welcomed with open arms, but far from ostracized. My grandfather told me that the only reason us animal folks were integrated so quickly was because humans felt sorry for us. The one's I feel sorry for are the animals that got stuck in the middle of the evolutionary process. Those guys got it the worst. Their bodies not quite humanoid and not quite animal. They were the first to be given assistance from human society. Some of them even got into high ranks of the organization that was created to manage and study the first gen critters.
I feel less sorry about the one's that are still animals. Those guys have it great, but many MANY humans are still a bit shy about being more than friends. I guess it's not every day you see a talking St Bernard walking around the mall with her classmates... except it is by now. Maybe it's because there still so many non sapient quadropeds around? Maybe it's the same reason I avoid humans unless I'm at work. I get nervous around them. I feel like they're staring at me. Between my weight and the fact that I'm not like them. I know back in high school I used to talk a lot about the games I was playing, but even the people I knew and discussed that stuff with seemed a bit put off by my being a cat. I know it's not whatever the equivalent of racism would be. My state elected a turtle for governor. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm just really weird.
To be fair I'm on the internet writing smut. I'm definitely not in the same circle as normal. Normal is in an entirely different ballpark lmao.
Anyway yeah. I'm gonna write a slice of life next. With actual fictional characters. That sounds nice. Less pressure to please. That might reignite my interest in writing.
I feel less sorry about the one's that are still animals. Those guys have it great, but many MANY humans are still a bit shy about being more than friends. I guess it's not every day you see a talking St Bernard walking around the mall with her classmates... except it is by now. Maybe it's because there still so many non sapient quadropeds around? Maybe it's the same reason I avoid humans unless I'm at work. I get nervous around them. I feel like they're staring at me. Between my weight and the fact that I'm not like them. I know back in high school I used to talk a lot about the games I was playing, but even the people I knew and discussed that stuff with seemed a bit put off by my being a cat. I know it's not whatever the equivalent of racism would be. My state elected a turtle for governor. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm just really weird.
To be fair I'm on the internet writing smut. I'm definitely not in the same circle as normal. Normal is in an entirely different ballpark lmao.
Anyway yeah. I'm gonna write a slice of life next. With actual fictional characters. That sounds nice. Less pressure to please. That might reignite my interest in writing.
I bought a typewriter
General | Posted 2 years agoHey guys. Little life update. I bought a typewriter. I felt bad about not being able to salvage any more of my old writings from that junky laptop. It really bummed me out. Damn thing burned out on me while I was working on it, and it won't turn on or charge. Tech guy I took it to said it was so old that repairing it would be impossible. To cheer myself up I remembered that little story that came to me in a dream and bought a typewriter. It will really tie my office together. Hope you all are doing well though.
This came to me in a dream
General | Posted 2 years agoI had no clue I could write like this. Or at least think like this lol. I have no clue what this is about, but it seems like a cool paranormal mystery or something. I love the vibe. Mystery and paranormal shit is right up my alley. Maybe I'll do something with it. I'm still working on restoring my works, don't worry I have something coming soon. Bare with me please. Anyway I'll just drop the shit that came to me in a dream and let y'all go *hugs* I hope you all like it as much as I do
Chapter 1: I Went To Sleep
I sat there at my desk, my office lit by the black and white mystery show on tv. Was it black and white? Shouldn't have been. It was Columbo. Was Columbo in black and white?
"Don't think so," I said.
My office was a mess
"Usually is," I responded
I lean back in my chair and stare at the typewriter before me. Transcript still dangling, half finished, from the top.
"I opened the door," I read aloud. Bullshit way to start a story. Who would be hooked by such schlock.
"It's bullshit."
"It really is," I respond.
"I pull the manuscript from the typewriter and trash it."
The phone rings. I answer it. There's no one on the other end.
"Damn telemarketers."
I glance at the glass of brandy on my desk. Half full. "I don't drink," I said out loud. Or did I think it?
"I said it out loud."
Did I hang up the phone? I glance at the glass of brandy, empty. I glance at the phone. It's on the hook.
"Guess I did."
I begin to pour more alcohol into my glass. It overflows. The glass was full. Breathing came from the handset of my phone. Did I hang up the phone? I guess not.
Chapter 1: I Went To Sleep
I sat there at my desk, my office lit by the black and white mystery show on tv. Was it black and white? Shouldn't have been. It was Columbo. Was Columbo in black and white?
"Don't think so," I said.
My office was a mess
"Usually is," I responded
I lean back in my chair and stare at the typewriter before me. Transcript still dangling, half finished, from the top.
"I opened the door," I read aloud. Bullshit way to start a story. Who would be hooked by such schlock.
"It's bullshit."
"It really is," I respond.
"I pull the manuscript from the typewriter and trash it."
The phone rings. I answer it. There's no one on the other end.
"Damn telemarketers."
I glance at the glass of brandy on my desk. Half full. "I don't drink," I said out loud. Or did I think it?
"I said it out loud."
Did I hang up the phone? I glance at the glass of brandy, empty. I glance at the phone. It's on the hook.
"Guess I did."
I begin to pour more alcohol into my glass. It overflows. The glass was full. Breathing came from the handset of my phone. Did I hang up the phone? I guess not.
Happy New Year! Update!
General | Posted 2 years agoHey folks. Happy New Year! I'd like to start the year out with a bang. I'm gonna fill you all in on some of the world of my short stories. Introduce you to characters that I realize now aren't well Introduced. I before I started compiling these stories like am now they were all shared amongst me and my friends. They were all well acquainted with the city and characters therein. Mostly in part for them living in and being featured in them.
A main thing to note is despite taking place in the beautiful city I grew up in, featuring real locations, and real people, the setting itself is fictional. Obviously alien parasites never infested my friends. It's fantasy using some of the people and places I know best.
To start out the list there's Fairwater. He's not me. He's my self insert, but he's the fictionalized version of me. A cocky dork who tends to have a quip for everything. He's a skinny blue fox. Friendly and outgoing. I gave him some of my best traits.
Marina, not to be confused with the Marina from my first story, Marina K. The K is for Kathleen. Her middle name. She's my real life roommate, one of my best friends, and a huge supporting role in helping me write what I did. It's a shame it seems like a lot of the writing she helped me with is gone. She's a kitsune. A fox spirit. She is rather plump in her bipedal form, but her quadroped form is immobile. She says how she got all her money, and so big, was from folks giving her offerings. I think she just liked digging through garbage cans lol.
Claire, not to be confused with the Claire from my currently still grammar checking story, is a severely skinny whitish grayish cat. She works in a big office in their sprawling basement archive room. It's always hot as hell down there so she's usually mostly naked and sweaty. God I love visiting her at work, if you're reading this hiiiii ❤️. Her cubicle at the center of the archives is my home away from home. Where I do a lot of my current writing. She has a huge fold out couch that is great for cuddling and naps. She also has a tv dvd player combo and some of the best anime box sets I've seen.
Taylor is the manager/owner of the diner I love to grab breakfast at. Anytime I'm there she gives me a discount. Says it's because I'm a regular, but even the regulars don't get a discount. Personally I think she just likes me. She's overly nice, but is an absolute stick in the mud when it comes to her employees.
Chuck is a crabby elderly bear that works as a cook at Molly’s Diner as well. He doesn't tend to give me a hard time, but he's way too much of a hardass with the young ladies he works with. Since he's worked there since I was a kid I think he sees me as, like, a granddaughter or something. He likes to try to give me advice and once he even bought me a Christmas present. I felt bad that I hadn't gotten him anything and it made it real awkward. He's also the reason I'm publishing these works. He told me way back when, when I wrote these stories, that I should apply to write for our local paper. I think that's the nicest thing he's ever said without saying it in a tone that feels like he's lecturing someone.
Now for locations, and sorry if that list of characters was short. I can't remember all of the characters that made regular appearances in my work.
There's Ogre Co. Not the real name of the place where Claire works. Ya know. Copyright reasons. It's a massive skyscraper in the center of the city. If you ever visit it sticks out like a sore thumb because it's architecture does not fit in at all. It's way too ornate when compared to the lifeless sea of gray buildings.
The Black-out Buffet is... well it's not always where it was before. It's a restaurant that comes and goes. Real talk I tried explaining to my friend Icky that I feel the place is moving. Like a living thing. He told me that businesses go out and come back all the time. "It's a marketing gimmick," he says. A business isn't just gonna leave for three months and then open back up. Especially not when it's always packed solid.
Le Gavage is a way too rich for my blood snooty restaurant. Can't get a reservation there for months. The staff there are insane. Not, like, legally. I mean, for instance, the dude who makes the desserts has a degree in chemistry and he uses that to make food. SCIENCE FOOD!? That, to me, is insane. The serving sizes are huge, the food exotic and possibly illegal, and despite knowing their clientele the staff really don't seem too happy to be serving such big stars.
There's The Slaidrough Public Library. I don't visit there often enough. The librarian, Janice, still holds a grudge against me for a set of books I returned late back in 5th grade. For being damn near 70 she looks really good though.
And finally my home city. Slaidrough. I've always thought it was a dumb name but apparently it was the name of our founder. It's pronounced "sly-drō," and I think even that's kinda dumb. The founder was Thomas Crane Slaidrough iii. Ironically his family were all pelicans. Disowned by his family for marrying a gull, he started a crab fishing business here that got so popular it brought people, and with people came a city, and they named it after him. I'd assume his family was pissed and died sad knowing they couldn't get their hands on his, still thriving, business. Slaidrough is long dead, but his image is immortalized with a statue in the park.
This concludes what relevant information I can remember about the works I finished. I believe there was 15? I hope I can recover all of them. Thanks for reading, and again Happy New Year.
A main thing to note is despite taking place in the beautiful city I grew up in, featuring real locations, and real people, the setting itself is fictional. Obviously alien parasites never infested my friends. It's fantasy using some of the people and places I know best.
To start out the list there's Fairwater. He's not me. He's my self insert, but he's the fictionalized version of me. A cocky dork who tends to have a quip for everything. He's a skinny blue fox. Friendly and outgoing. I gave him some of my best traits.
Marina, not to be confused with the Marina from my first story, Marina K. The K is for Kathleen. Her middle name. She's my real life roommate, one of my best friends, and a huge supporting role in helping me write what I did. It's a shame it seems like a lot of the writing she helped me with is gone. She's a kitsune. A fox spirit. She is rather plump in her bipedal form, but her quadroped form is immobile. She says how she got all her money, and so big, was from folks giving her offerings. I think she just liked digging through garbage cans lol.
Claire, not to be confused with the Claire from my currently still grammar checking story, is a severely skinny whitish grayish cat. She works in a big office in their sprawling basement archive room. It's always hot as hell down there so she's usually mostly naked and sweaty. God I love visiting her at work, if you're reading this hiiiii ❤️. Her cubicle at the center of the archives is my home away from home. Where I do a lot of my current writing. She has a huge fold out couch that is great for cuddling and naps. She also has a tv dvd player combo and some of the best anime box sets I've seen.
Taylor is the manager/owner of the diner I love to grab breakfast at. Anytime I'm there she gives me a discount. Says it's because I'm a regular, but even the regulars don't get a discount. Personally I think she just likes me. She's overly nice, but is an absolute stick in the mud when it comes to her employees.
Chuck is a crabby elderly bear that works as a cook at Molly’s Diner as well. He doesn't tend to give me a hard time, but he's way too much of a hardass with the young ladies he works with. Since he's worked there since I was a kid I think he sees me as, like, a granddaughter or something. He likes to try to give me advice and once he even bought me a Christmas present. I felt bad that I hadn't gotten him anything and it made it real awkward. He's also the reason I'm publishing these works. He told me way back when, when I wrote these stories, that I should apply to write for our local paper. I think that's the nicest thing he's ever said without saying it in a tone that feels like he's lecturing someone.
Now for locations, and sorry if that list of characters was short. I can't remember all of the characters that made regular appearances in my work.
There's Ogre Co. Not the real name of the place where Claire works. Ya know. Copyright reasons. It's a massive skyscraper in the center of the city. If you ever visit it sticks out like a sore thumb because it's architecture does not fit in at all. It's way too ornate when compared to the lifeless sea of gray buildings.
The Black-out Buffet is... well it's not always where it was before. It's a restaurant that comes and goes. Real talk I tried explaining to my friend Icky that I feel the place is moving. Like a living thing. He told me that businesses go out and come back all the time. "It's a marketing gimmick," he says. A business isn't just gonna leave for three months and then open back up. Especially not when it's always packed solid.
Le Gavage is a way too rich for my blood snooty restaurant. Can't get a reservation there for months. The staff there are insane. Not, like, legally. I mean, for instance, the dude who makes the desserts has a degree in chemistry and he uses that to make food. SCIENCE FOOD!? That, to me, is insane. The serving sizes are huge, the food exotic and possibly illegal, and despite knowing their clientele the staff really don't seem too happy to be serving such big stars.
There's The Slaidrough Public Library. I don't visit there often enough. The librarian, Janice, still holds a grudge against me for a set of books I returned late back in 5th grade. For being damn near 70 she looks really good though.
And finally my home city. Slaidrough. I've always thought it was a dumb name but apparently it was the name of our founder. It's pronounced "sly-drō," and I think even that's kinda dumb. The founder was Thomas Crane Slaidrough iii. Ironically his family were all pelicans. Disowned by his family for marrying a gull, he started a crab fishing business here that got so popular it brought people, and with people came a city, and they named it after him. I'd assume his family was pissed and died sad knowing they couldn't get their hands on his, still thriving, business. Slaidrough is long dead, but his image is immortalized with a statue in the park.
This concludes what relevant information I can remember about the works I finished. I believe there was 15? I hope I can recover all of them. Thanks for reading, and again Happy New Year.
What's Happening On My Account
General | Posted 2 years agoThis journal post is out of character. That's the first what's happening. This account is officially being swapped over to be in character. I'm world building, I'm writing, I'm getting into the swing of it. While I'm writing short stories, there's an over arching plot. So first the stories are set in the universe that my sona exists in. The protagonist of these short stories is supposed to be a fictionalized male version of herself. He's my original fursona. I made him in high school and as I grew and changed he grew and changed.
However I never really wanted him to represent me, but unfortunately he did. Too much so. I grew to hate him and he grew to embody all of the things I hated about myself. Canonically he's dead. Timeline shenanigans. What happened was the deity who oversees the many timelines, The Cosmos, she destroyed him and merged his timeline with an identical one in order to declutter. Why have two of the same thing right?
This new timeline Fairwater was who she is. A hefty sized cheetah full of love. A people person with an outgoing and loud personality. However I made the original Fairwater. I can't just cast him out, so I needed a way to get him back. Write him back in. He's the one who is supposed to be the protagonist of these short stories. He's a fictional character.
However that's not entirely true. He's actually a living thing inside my sonas psyche. He's trying to get out. Write himself into the universe again. So you'll notice that Fairwater in the stories is referred to with female pronouns, and that's why the following in character journal detailing key characters will use male pronouns. My current sona was not supposed to be the protagonist. He was. He's been subtly influencing my sona to make drastic changes.
Eventually there will be a full take over and I warn you Imma get a bit more aggressive and dark with my subject matter. The lighthearted whimsical kink will go out the door, and it'll be full on horror. It will return after a two part arc detailing an inner struggle and escape of my old sona. I'm writing this so people don't get caught off guard or anything. And yes. This is an actual writing project. I am heavily HEAVILY excited about writing this for everyone to enjoy.
It's soft parody of Terror Tales. And I might not go full fetish or include fetishes in some of the stories as I do want some of this writing to be accessible to everyone. It's all gonna be horror themed, but general stuff like transformation is commonly used in horror as an example. So despite being a fetish to some, and depending on how I write it, that might not be tagged as mature. I also don't intend to have sex in them as, in character, these were the kind of thing written as a portfolio to apply for, like, a horror magazine.
Anyway I hope you all like my first story, and I will take any and all feedback and criticism into account once I've got these "old archives" out of the way. When I start writing "new" stories.
However I never really wanted him to represent me, but unfortunately he did. Too much so. I grew to hate him and he grew to embody all of the things I hated about myself. Canonically he's dead. Timeline shenanigans. What happened was the deity who oversees the many timelines, The Cosmos, she destroyed him and merged his timeline with an identical one in order to declutter. Why have two of the same thing right?
This new timeline Fairwater was who she is. A hefty sized cheetah full of love. A people person with an outgoing and loud personality. However I made the original Fairwater. I can't just cast him out, so I needed a way to get him back. Write him back in. He's the one who is supposed to be the protagonist of these short stories. He's a fictional character.
However that's not entirely true. He's actually a living thing inside my sonas psyche. He's trying to get out. Write himself into the universe again. So you'll notice that Fairwater in the stories is referred to with female pronouns, and that's why the following in character journal detailing key characters will use male pronouns. My current sona was not supposed to be the protagonist. He was. He's been subtly influencing my sona to make drastic changes.
Eventually there will be a full take over and I warn you Imma get a bit more aggressive and dark with my subject matter. The lighthearted whimsical kink will go out the door, and it'll be full on horror. It will return after a two part arc detailing an inner struggle and escape of my old sona. I'm writing this so people don't get caught off guard or anything. And yes. This is an actual writing project. I am heavily HEAVILY excited about writing this for everyone to enjoy.
It's soft parody of Terror Tales. And I might not go full fetish or include fetishes in some of the stories as I do want some of this writing to be accessible to everyone. It's all gonna be horror themed, but general stuff like transformation is commonly used in horror as an example. So despite being a fetish to some, and depending on how I write it, that might not be tagged as mature. I also don't intend to have sex in them as, in character, these were the kind of thing written as a portfolio to apply for, like, a horror magazine.
Anyway I hope you all like my first story, and I will take any and all feedback and criticism into account once I've got these "old archives" out of the way. When I start writing "new" stories.
