What it says on the tin. I will open three or so slots for now.

My rates are $12 per 1000 words. I am a wordy writer, but I usually try to undershoot the expected wordcount so I don't bust your wallet open. If I go WAY over and feel that the story is sufficiently quality to justify asking for extra, then it's $8 for every 1000 words over the wordcount. This will only happen, however, if I go write like twice as much as you paid for or even more. If you ask for 5000 and I write, like, 7500, I will not ask for extra, probably, though you're free to pass me extra if you'd like.

Themes I will write:
-Diapers/ABDL (I lean towards AB but can write DL stuff and frankly I prefer stuff with diapers as the main kink)
-Vore (oral only, and preferably digestion with diaper disposal; brutal fatal stuff with bone crunching is fine too!)
-Scat (Overtly gross stuff is iffy but diaper blowouts or diaper stuffing+blorting is fun, I like cartoonier scat)
-Macro/Micro (of course! Any scale from building sized to cartoonishly massive trillions-of-times-a-universe stuff and even bigger! Micro death is also totally fine, though I won't get graphic about it)
-Hypnosis
-Paw/Foot stuff (not really into gross dirty feet)
-Regression

I write stories featuring any gender and couple combination. M/M, F/M, F/F, NB/NB, NB/(M/F), whatever!

My art and stories trend towards cartoony porn/logic stuff. More serious work isn't really what I'm after.

Note me on here (or any social media we share like discord) if you are interested.

Keep an eye out!!! Thanks to getting my adhd medication back I can write up a storm again. I actually ALREADY have a stupid dumb little drabble finished today but I don't want to upload too many stories at a time.

Also if I owe you a commission please note me so I can get to work on finishing it.

Only took them like two decades but wehoo I guess. This the final thing that made me decide to switch to the modern UI. Hope I can get used to this...

Not much!

I've been drawing a lot and a LOT and just haven't uploaded any of it because I'm lazy as hell and I keep putting it off. Then my backlog of stuff to upload gets longer and longer and I feel bad and then I don't do it. Weehoo. But I will probably upload stuff soon. A lot of it will be old art because when I got banned I didn't even goddamn draw at all, and I've been drawing for like three years at this point. Anyway.

My content will retain the same basic themes as it always had. But I have become a SERIOUS macrofur. I can safely consider it my second fetish behind diapers. Like everything, I only like it WITH diapers, so don't worry, the stuff will all still have diapers, but get ready for...a lot...of macro...I WILL corrupt babyfurs into macrofurs.

In any case I have a story I'm writing I'll upload soon. I'd like to get back to writing.

Yeah.

They reversed my three-year-long ban thanks to the new rule changes. I honestly expected to just be told "nah" when they said that you could appeal your ban, but nope, they did unban me.

Things have changed a lot since then. I've become a much better artist for one. And other shit but who cares about that. Look, in all honesty I'm not sure how often I'll even keep using this site to post art and stuff. The rules are still very strict and I was even told I gotta purge some of my gallery in their 6-month window or I'll probably get rebanned. I dunno. I'll just purge most of my gallery and then mostly only upload YCH/commission updates and character ref sheets.

Are they ever gonna add multi-image upload and other things that art sites have had for over a decade soon? It's embarrassing how old FA is features-wise, and while I do appreciate the simple, easy to navigate web 2.0 look over needlessly flashy crap, I feel like we can have an old-school look as well as new features. Actually, I've never used that new version of FA that's existed for years. Huh. I wonder how that is.

Man, my old journals are kinda embarrassing.

Ah well. I'm just rambling adhd-style at this point.

You wanna follow my work, check either my twitter or bluesky:
https://twitter.com/nazoc_n
https://bsky.app/profile/nazoc-maya.bsky.social

So, I was banned for an entire week with the threat of a permanent ban the next time I catch the eyes of the FA police. According to FA, one of my commissioned sequences, the "Poopy Baby Nazzy" one, is cub porn so they removed half of it and hit me with a week-long ban. So that's a thing. Here's a screencap of what I saw when I logged into FA for the past week:

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme.....102601-431.png

I'm still going to use this site (where the fuck else can I go, m'irite), but I'm going to be a lot more selective about what I upload here, probably. Thankfully they will never check a story of mine. Anyway, that's what happened.

To lay out some preliminary stuff: I have medication back it, it works, I'm writing more. Commissions will be completed, I promise.

Anyway, I'm about done with my narcissist of a mom and her bullshit. Today has seriously had me at my limit. Alright, so my dad gets paid every second wednesday and that's when we go grocery shopping. My dad's a traditional values kind of christian guy so he gives my mom money to buy groceries since that's what women do, apparently. Except she actually steals a huge amount of it away for herself to buy her shit. She has both admitted brazenly to doing this and ALSO insisted she doesn't because she's borderline schizo and two-minded about everything.

She didn't want to do the shopping today so she handed me her debit card and a list of shit to, most importantly of course would be 20 bucks of scratch-off lotto tickets and like forty dollars of wine. Whatever. She always gets those because she pounds like five bottles of alcohol every week and is obsessed with winning big on lotto tickets (she's bought thousands has never won more than like fifty bucks from one of them). We go to the local HEB and I get the stuff, only to learn that there was so little on her card that not only could I not get like ten things on her list, I had to pay the remainder myself. I couldn't get all the alcohol and no lotto tickets.

My dad stated to me in the car that he gave her over double the amount of money to "budgeted" for grocery shopping.

When I got home I confronted her about this and her response was, almost completely verbatim, "fuck you, I can take money for myself if I want" and "take the bus down to the nearby liquor store and get me my rum tomorrow" (her car is broken. It has been for a year. My dad gave her TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS to fix it. She pocketed all the money and pissed it away on slot machine apps for her phone and buying herself clothes and other crap). I didn't even get an apology. I need to go to the mall the liquor store is at anyway to replace my broken headphones at a best buy so I wanted to go there anyway, and I like walking around outside anyway so fuck it, but rrrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh

I was kicked off my dad's insurance because I'm 26 (something no one told me) and I don't have a job. My adhd medication alone is like 400 bucks without insurance.

If I can't get these meds I will, no joke, just fucking shoot myself. I can't live without them. I am completely and utterly non-functional without them.

I finally got an appointment with my psychiatrist and did it today! I got my presciptions for adhd meds and antidepressants back!

Only to learn just a few minutes ago that I've been silently kicked off my insurance policy, so my meds are like 500 bucks instead of 50 for a month's supply.

I can't fucking win, can I.

I called my psychiatrist's office today and they had just straight up lied to me about him not taking appointments until like mid-february. I have an appointment with him via video on the 20th. I don't know whether to be pissed or relieved that I actually can get my medication back much earlier than I expected, I am going insane without it. My writing will hopefully return to normal (that is, uber-slow, not glacially slow) with it and I can finally start drawing again.

Neither of Chronicles OR Spectral Star Wishes could get to their christmas chapters in time. Granted, Chronicles christmas chapter is going to at like chapter 45 or something lol but SSW was going to get to it around chapter 10 or so. I could have easily gotten that far had my disaster with my medication not completely fucked up my life.

I don't know what else to say. I was not expecting that off my antidepressants I would become a truly inconsolable waste. I have lost all motivation to do anything. I go to bed at 5AM, wake up at 10AM, and then spend four hours in bed until 2PM because I have zero motivation or drive. I can't get new meds until literally fucking February. I have no focus to do anything because I don't have my adhd meds which I also cannot get until February.

My dad is endlessly badgering me about going to college and accruing more debt for no reason even though I flunked and dropped out twice. I'm so tired of being cornered for nearly hour-long lectures from him where he just makes me miserable by interrogating me like a lawyer (he is one) as if he and my mom aren't half the reason I'm in this fucking misery to begin with

I don't know what to do. Everything is truly the worst it has ever been. My life has never been this shitty, this miserable, this hopeless. All my previous rants and vents mean nothing. This is absolutely rock bottom. I have no future, no drive, no anything. My life now consists of zoning out in front of my computer until 4 in the morning and then doing it again. I barely even listen to music or whatever. I have never been closer to actually truly contemplating suicide than I have been right now. No joke. I'm not quite there, but I am truly just at my limit here. I have no job, no future, no drive, no anything. I'm trapped in a shitty home that actively hates me with two godawful parents who are only driving me further into this abyss day by day (and whose indignation at me being like this and attempts to "help" only make it worse) and zero chance or opportunity to get out. I couldn't get my meds because I lost my job. I can't get a new job because I lost my fucking meds. I can't do my own hobbies to take my mind off the pain because I DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING MEDS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is like the third journal I've made on this topic but i'm sorry it's just getting worse and worse every single day, my life has always fucking sucked but it truly is just cascading down into the deepest darkest void right now, worse than it ever has

i want my meds back so bad

i fucking hate this goddamn country

i want to cry so fucking bad everything sucks and I hate literally every waking second of my life

Just called my psychiatrist. I can't get a meeting with him until MID FEBRUARY. Which means I can't get my ADHD meds/antidepressants until then. I am completely non-functional without these fucking drugs.

I wanted to get to Christmas in Spectral Star Wishes by actual Christmas but that will never happen at this rate...

Just fucking shoot me now, I hate this fucking country

Dreamworks puts a generic ass gray wolf--a LITERALLY gray wolf at that--in a movie and half the damn furry fandom is down bad for this dude. He's not even that sexy, jesus. Then again you all were down bad for that cop rabbit and her fox boyfriend and neither of them were that attractive either so maybe I just don't get furries at times, fuck me lmao

I am OBSESSED with trick moon and now am workshopping a babyfur story slightly inspired by it and by that I mean not really at all

But now that Chronciles has fully mutated into Babyfur Riverdale I want to make something that is just...ACTUAL cartoony comedy because clearly I forgot to do that with the adventures of Nazoc and friends

I already have a completely ridiculously stupid premise that justifies the babyfur elements in mind X3

stay tuned

...because now I am OBSESSED with this cartoon short and fucking furious that it never got picked up. This absolutely would have been one of my autistic special interests if it were a thing. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

the main character

HE'S SO CUTE

and the raccoon boy is EVEN CUTER???????????!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD????????????????

I CAN'T EVEN ALSO I'M PROBABLY GAY FOR PRINCE

I need to draw trickshot and then draw my fursona in the trickshot style and then commission a million images of trickshot in BIG PUPPY DIAPERS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU CN

Everything fucking sucks

getting comms was like the one thing that made me happy and I'm just fucking broke

i can't hold a job and I can't get disability either

i can't even write to distract myself because my brain is just inherently fucked up and broken (ADHD) so without the meds that I do not have the money to buy or even the money to visit my psychiatrist because he gatekeeps them behind twice-yearly 250 dollar visits I just can't do anything at all

i ran out of antidepressants and I didn't even feel any different, I'd feel like shit no matter what

sigh

Y'all asked for it! This is still a WIP but I might as well get the basic ideas down.

Toybox Tussle's origins are quite recent, having been first cobbled together from a joke between the Babycore Club of Diamond Valley University in 1999. After being ribbed on by the DVU gridiron football team for being a bunch of babies, several members of the club starting joking about a full-contact sport with a decidedly infantile aesthetic. The jokes persisted until about 2003, when a few new members of the club, having just started their freshmen year, were unaware that they were a joke and actually tried to cobble a game out of it. Their first few exhibitions caught the attention of some other college students, and by 2005 several colleges had clubs dedicated to it. The sport remained mostly obscure until 2011, wherein a professional league was developed based on a much more elaborate variant hypothesized by several clubs. This Toybox Series was funded in part by Luis Martin, a skunk investor who felt the sport had potential to become a niche hit. The sport remained obscure until 2014, where several internet videos of matches and a very lucky primetime TV slot for the grand finals catapulted it into a surprisingly strong sport. It is mostly watched by younger audiences, as it has more in common with video game esports than traditional sports.

Broadly speaking, Toybox Tussle is a class-based 10v10 game which takes place in areans composed of foam floors and bouncy/inflatable castles. These arenas are far more akin to an FPS map than a traditional flat sports arena, and are exceptionally large. Like FPS maps, they also all have unique layouts instead of one standardized one. However, they usually have the same basic structure: two bases on the far end, three toybox rooms, or "playpens", in the middle, top, and bottom, and a wide variety of lanes and smaller rooms between these five large rooms.

Each team starts off the match in their respective base. At this point, no scoring happens. All ten players have a key with them. Their job is infiltrate the center playpen of the arena, which contains a toybox. This "pre-scoring" phase is often quite tense and slow-paced, as each team slowly works their way into the room and plans their attack into it--and then the actual assault onto the room is usually a completely hectic mess.

The goal is to open the toybox with one's key. The toybox only opens when someone is directly nearby it and opens very slowly (originally it was very heavily weighted, now it electronically opens slowly), taking about 7 seconds, so simply rushing straight to it without clearing the room first is a death sentence. In any case, inside lies the actual goal, a flag. Getting it first is worth 20 points.

Once a team has the flag, a countdown of one minute begins. Once this countdown ends, the team gets 10 points for EACH member still in the game at that moment. The team member that actually got the flag, though, is considered the "Big Kid" and gets 30 points. Once the scoring happens, one of the two toyboxes in the arena will activate (it's random, to dis-incentivize simply camping one area and then rushing to the toybox as soon as possible), and the teams must once again infiltrate its room and grab its flag. This continues until one team reaches the required point total to win. Most matches are best of 5.

If the Big Kid of a team is taken down, however, the non-scoring team instantly becomes the scoring team, and the countdown resets. Of course as this requires an offensive and then surviving the reset countdown, and there's 20 points for getting the flag from the toybox, there's a real incentive to get it first, but a team can snatch it and score then. This can happen as many times as possible until SOMEONE manages to survive a round and score.

The point goal varies, but is often 200 points. While the maximum a team can get in a single round is 120 (all ten members surviving + 20 points for a toybox capture), it's extremely rare for teams to actually get this in a round. Some members will get knocked out in the initial toybox assault and some will get knocked out in the ensuing survival, so it's usually more like for teams to score 50-70 points a round.

Some variants have alternate rules such as increasing the countdown timer from 1 minute to 2 (or even 3) once a team is within a certain range of the point goal, or


As for what a "takedown" is, it's about what you would expect. Players in Toybox Tussle are allowed to pretty much just physically tackle each other and deck each other as much as they'd like. A takedown is whenever a fur falls onto their diapered butt or faceplants into the ground/wall. If their diaper receives enough force, it will instantly swell up, signaling that they must exit the arena and quickly swap out. Being hit hard enough to mess onesself also counts as a takedown, and a much worse one since the time it takes to change out of a poopy diaper obviously leaves your team down a member for a very long time. This violence is part of the reason bouncy castles are used--frankly, the sport would be hilariously deadly to life and limb if not for this. ANYTHING is fine. Punching, kicking, dropkicking from above, sweeping with a low kick, shoulder tackling, slamming from above with your diaper, anything. Toybox Tussle scraps at their most intense more resemble a cartoonishly infantile bar brawl or a pro wrestling match more than a sport. It's only thanks to the cartoon physics of Chronicles that this sport isn't absurdly dangerous.

What really makes Toybox Tussle unique, though, is that each member of a team is highly specialized, more akin to a class-based shooter than a traditional sports team. The original iteration of the sport was far less complicated, and while some purists decry that a sport whose original idea was just "a buncha babies goofing off" is now this turbosweaty tryhard-fest...well, it's a lot more popular now for sure.

The five classes (each team has two of each class) are colloquially called Ninjas, Sprayers, Blasters, Brats, and Bullies.

Ninjas are the fastest and frailest classes, wearing very thin pull-ups. This gives them very little offensive power but also lets them easily sneak and slip past enemies (no crinkles!), as well as patrol the tops of walls and ceilings and the like. They wield a plastic toy knife, and if they sneak up behind an enemy and bap them with it, that counts as a takedown instantly. Ninjas also carry "baby powder smokes" (not actually baby powder) which are smoke grenades that let them block off areas. Ninjas exist to dis-incentivize splitting up and locking down too many lanes/areas at once, since they can easily takedown solitary players. Of course, taking out enemies too focused on another fight is viable too!

Sprayers carry water guns and water tanks on their backs. Their guns are not directly attached to the tanks, so they still have to "reload" them. They also carry balloons they can fill with their guns to serve as water bombs. They have very little offensive power, but remember: an opponent slipping on a puddle and falling on their butt still counts as a takedown! A sprayer serves as space control and a hassle to opponents, spraying areas to make going through them way trickier, but they are pretty poor at taking opponents down themselves. Likewise, most diapers don't like being absolutely soaked and weighed down with tons of water, so a sprayer can turn a deadly Brat or Bully into a stumbling neutered mess with a proper water balloon throw. Any push into a toybox playpen without a few well placed water balloons is going to be a hard push indeed. Also their "water" is actually colored super bright, playful, and babyish colors, so think more Splatoon than a regular water gun fight!

Blasters carry nerf guns, though their guns are really damn strong and their darts are heavy enough to actually knock a fur off their balance. Blasters serve as a counter to Ninjas, since the latter could just degenerately hide away atop walls and ceilings if not for Blasters being able to shoot them down. Outside of that, they also function as offense shutdowns, since they can trip and mess up enemies by shooting their legs or arms or whatever. (Fun fact: originally the ways I had the rules set up was that when a team got the flag, they started immediately scoring points every second for each team member that was not taken down, and Blaster darts stopped a fur from scoring for about 5 seconds or so, so they served as a way for the non-scoring team to shut down point gain long enough to mount an offensive and steal the flag. I dunno which scoring method I like better).

Brats are the most "generic" of the classes, being bog-standard close-range fighters armed with babyish mittens that are more like boxing gloves frankly. They go in, they charge, and they scrap. Nothing else much to them. They wear medium-sized diapers.

Bullies are tanks. They wear MASSIVE diapers and wield rattles, and by "rattles" I mean rattle-shaped clubs that are nearly as tall as an actual fur and hit like a truck. Their massive diapers and ability to use their heavy rattles to counteract falling over means taking them out is really damn tough, but they are not agile at all and all that power means nothing if they can't hit. Still, a stranded Blaster or Sprayer stuck with one is NOT going to have a good time, and by that I mean they'll get slammed into a wall like a ragdoll pretty fast. A Ninja can escape with a smoke, but that's just delaying the problem.

All classes universally wear devices on their wrists that display the status of their teammates, as well as glasses/goggles to protect their eyes,

There are some variants which change things up, but these are the usual rules and classes. I could honestly write a whole story about this sport, lol

(I've edited some of this according to feedback by others)

Anyone interested in me writing the rules down in a journal? For the record, the game is cartoonishly silly and not at all viable to play for real. It will be a background element of Chronicles, to the point where I could honestly just wait till I introduce it in there, but hey, writing them down might be fun anyway. Honestly, I could make a whole new story based on a fur competing in this sport!

I have pretty much blown all my money that I had saved in my account when I was fired. I got less than 100 right now. Not sure where to go from here. I'm still a bit depressed over losing my previous job and I feel like I'm not gonna get a good one like that again. I feel like I'd just flake out again after 2 months if I got another dishwashing job and I can't even put that on my resume because no job's gonna wanna take a dude who can't hold a job longer than 2 months. There are Targets and the like hiring for stocking but I absolutely would be bowled the fuck over by christmas rush in retail.

I don't really know what to do now. I hate being broke. I hate seeing all these amazing ychs/adopts/commission openings and no longer having any money to gleefully get them. I'm back to basically having to blow my entire income for a month if I want any kind of decent/good commission and I'm nowhere near skilled or popular enough to supplant my income with commission money, as shown by the fact that I still haven't finished the fucking three slots I have right now. Sigh...

I don't want to go back to college and can't anyway. What the hell do I even do now.

Episode 7 of Chronicles will be finished this week, at least.

I hadn't for some reason but I honestly dunno why. I like coming up with titles and Chronicles is supposed to be tv-esque so I dunno why I never did. At the very least I will probably be giving Chronicles episodes titles. If I do I'll go retroactively give all the old chapters them, though honestly I should rewrite those goddamn chapters because they're complete messes and filled with stuff retconned later or flat-out incorrect info because I changed shit later (okay that's what a retcon is so why did I repeat myself).

Why the fuck did that take me so long. Moira's diary entry is no longer a glitchy nightmare.

Fucking 72-hour lockout lmao

Anyway yeah I'm back, being disabled sucks why did I do that

My stories are not cancelled now by the way.

Feels good to be back.

I'm thinking of doing a very tiny art raffle. I want to draw other people's characters for fun and practice, but I dunno whom I'd draw! So, I was debating doing a little raffle where the winner gets a little gift art of their character. I dunno how many would be interested in that, though.

If I do do this, some things to keep in mind:

-this is not a commission and while I will try to complete it in a timely manner, it may take a bit for me to do it

-overly complicated characters/outfits are not allowed. Characters that are not anthromophic animals (i.e pokemon or digimon, etc.) would probably be off-limits too for now at least, unless they are a very anthromorphized version that's similar to a standard furry fandom fursona

-my skill with posing is pretty limited so anything extravagant or requiring complicated perspective would be beyond my ability

-you need to be fine with me drawing your character in my western kemono style (five-fingered hands with claws, four-toed footpaws with claws unless the character has hooves or is a shark or whatever without claws, etc.)

If this has any traction I'll think of doing it in a week or two.

Dammit lol

I'll upload a slightly fixed version soon.