I said over a decade ago FA's policy on underage characters was unenforceable, and I was right! Furry is full of big-headed creatures and most of the media we like features primarily underage characters. Now even that policy is not enough. It would never be enough. These things are determined on vibes alone, on someone's feelings on the matter, and those feelings are as arbitrary as they are escalating. Instead of telling people to just not look for fetishes they don't like (or, my goodness, implementing a functional tag blocking system, lol), this is a moral dictate. And it's one that can never be satisfied because as anyone who's been on social media knows, the appetite for new people to throw into the clout volcano is endless and will eventually become a circular firing squad. I'm a leftist and I'm saying this.

And for that matter, in the intervening years, we've learned what most of us knew intuitively: Even drawing underage cartoon porn on purpose doesn't actually hurt anyone. I made a big journal on this you can read here:
https://inkbunny.net/j/478002-Norit.....-no-heres-why-

So why am I making this journal on a dead account? To crow? Not really- it's to point out that this is a cyclical problem we have in this space. Once upon a time there was a movement called the Burned Furs, a bunch of reactionaries who were either self-hating, immature or simply trying to gain clout with people they deemed "normal." They hated porn, but also regularly seemed to focus on queer elements because they saw that as inherently sexual. They tried hard to convince people in high places to ban porn and anything that didn't pass muster with your average non-furry. Eventually they fizzled out because their fights became internecine and their standards utterly impossible for even members to pass.

If all that sounds familiar, it should- it's what's happening now, again! Sometimes it's a right-wing group ("moral degenerates!"), sometimes it's left-wing ("we're protecting children, somehow, just trust us!!"), but it's never actually political- that's just the smokescreen they use to gain legitimacy. These anti-fetish, anti-porn reactionaries come out of the woodwork and try to throw a bunch of scary words at you to make you submit to their worldview. Don't let them! They're silly bastards who often hide terrible secrets of their own- did you know that more than a handful of these "anti underage art" people have been convicted on charges of grooming minors? Weird, right? As it turns out, if you want to groom teenagers, the best way to do that is to start a moral crusade they can join in on and feel like they're making a difference.

The moral of the story is, if you want to help people who get traumatized when they see certain fetishes (like I do with gore, PTSD has more than one cause folks) don't ask the admins to ban a fetish; ask them to implement a functional tag blocking system. Whatever you do, don't listen to these reactionaries, and dear god don't give them any power.

I've been on Inkbunny! I don't update this site anymore. But I'm doing more work than ever on IB!

https://inkbunny.net/Norithics

They have tag blocking, it's fine. ;)

Also, I have a Subscribestar now! You can vote on warmup picture ideas!

https://subscribestar.adult/norithics

For all you Partners fans who don't want to sign up for Inkbunny for whatever reason, I created a tumblr you can check for new updates and read the story in full!

http://earth2541.tumblr.com/

Otherwise, you want more art? Head on over here.

So, after god knows how long now, FA's powers-that-be decided to get around to actually enforcing the rule they made. Here's the note chain from three days ago:
http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1285/convowu.jpg

I come back from a shower:
http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/8716/suspt.jpg

To be honest, I didn't really expect the suspension at all- I thought the conversation was civilized enough. But apparently "I don't know your parameters, you do your job" is grounds for a wrist-slapping. The ironic part of this is that I wasn't going to even really mention anything. At most, I was planning to release a journal explaining what pictures were removed and helpfully remind you all that they're still on Inkbunny.

Lo and behold, I come back to find that a grand total of four images were removed. Four. So... every time that I get reported for something in my ridonculusly big gallery, I can look forward to this process, over and over again. One three day suspension? Laughable. A possibly infinite number of these hanging over my head because I don't have the cheat-sheet for burnable books, however...

You know what, FA? I get your message. I get it loud and clear, despite your attempts to garble it with innuendo and overcomplicated obfuscation. If this has to be a fight between FA and IB, then I'll pick the side that isn't kicking me in the shins when I'm not looking. It was one thing when it was just some users giving me shit, but with this? Yeah. That's enough.

http://askshrinkydink.tumblr.com/

Hey, that wagon has a band on it! I'm jumpin'!

Also check out:
http://saliantsunbreeze.tumblr.com/
http://datcatwhatcameback.tumblr.com/

 is quit FA because his submissions were Sonic style, and couldn't pass the unknowable Test of the Fuck Age!

In other news, in all this time I've had a grand total of 1 submission removed for the same reasons.
Why?
NOBODY KNOWS! =D

"But Nori, why haven't you removed those submissions? Aren't you scared??"
Why, little soot-cheeked chimneysweep boy, I haven't removed those submissions for the same reason that I'm not a billionare- I can't read minds! You see, there's no way in the world for any average schmoe like myself to reference any kind of chart, book or rules matrix that can properly tell me what constitutes 'underage-looking' by the rules of FA. I just have to submit it and pray! :D

Well, that and it's not my job. There are individuals that get paid to do this. Wahey!

Thick thighs? Fat ass? Big tits? Childhood obesity is a serious problem, and YOU'VE VIOLATED THE LAW!

http://www.daz3d.com/i/3d/free-3d-s.....tware-overview

$1000 worth of 3D software, for fucking FREE. That's crazy! Almost as crazy as this:

... For the first time since I was 18. No reason was given, and they even acted surprised when I asked for one. No, not just surprised- totally disarmed.

7 years of hard work in the uppermost echelons of performance, active and creative solutions to problems that I volunteered to fix, flexibility that wouldn't be asked of Mr. Fantastic...

And they couldn't even imagine why I would wonder why I was being laid off instead of someone else who didn't or couldn't do what I could. Even the Human Resources Manager's parting message of "We appreciate your service" was the most hollow, robotic and unconvincing thing I could ever imagine. And yet, instead of being devastated, I feel so happy I could burst. Because nobody cared from the beginning, and the torture of working for unfeeling boss-robots could only be relieved by my release.

This is the face of employment now. Fog-brained hyper-corporatism that micromanages the individual. How hard you work, what you accomplish, how much you improve the company... none of that matters. Nothing matters. Employees are a hardship, a cost to be minimized, an obstacle standing clumsily in the way of making more money. From a time when the relationship between worker and employee was one of treasured trust and dedication both ways, we've fallen so far into low expectations that we can't even imagine our employers caring about us.

Can we take it back, please? Can we begin demanding that our corporations be human? If we're too afraid to talk to our own bosses, can we walk into each other's workplaces and humiliate these educated idiots for having no idea what comprises a decent person?

Can we just... have anything, anymore?

This is not an important journal. At all. :P

Occasionally I like to browse DeviantArt and take a look at how that particular art community's doing. It's both a big glut of different art and a cultural sidestep from FA. One of the more interesting things I like to look into is how the whole 'fan pairings' thing is going in the general mindset of the people- especially in the vein of gay and bisexual relationships. There are people that like it and people that don't, but something especially piqued my curiosity recently. When confronted with not even pictures or works, but the mere possibility of a character being gay or bisexual, for a good number of people the reaction is "eww!" In one particular artist's case, they said this in regards to bisexuality, but then went on to put a disclaimer that they don't wish to offend bisexuals.

Now, that's interesting to me. What triggers such a deep reaction of revulsion at such a concept? There's only two possibilities that I can see: either that person finds imagining the character being sexual itself to be disgusting, or... they find the orientation disgusting. There remains a third possibility in that they just find alternative sexualities put graphically to be disturbing, but it falls under the first for all intents and purposes.

Now, the question I have to ask is this: If the person in question is not repulsed by the very idea of the gay or bisexual identity... why does the mere idea of them having that orientation throw them straight into the realm of graphic sexual conduct? Is it as if alternate sexualities don't have fluff or romance or any of the other nice things that heterosexual relationships have?

And here we bring ourselves to a hypocrisy that exists within our culture on a much deeper level. Hetero relationships are treated as the norm, and thus, enjoy special privelige to be 'harmless.' Let's say you had Tails dating Amy or something like that. There's a ton of fluff on that. Nobody but the craziest fans bat an eye. Just two cute characters being paired up for puppy love. But if it was, say, Mighty and Espio? Or Bunnie and Sally? Suddenly there's something sinister about it- no possibility of it being cute in any way.

So essentially what I'm saying is, people are trying to have their intolerance cake and eat it. Gays and bisexuals can exist! Just not in my favorite comic. Or show. Or neighborhood? And if they do, that has to be their whole schtick. I can't be allowed to fall in love with the character as I would organically, then learn they have this aspect to them.

I don't know. I don't suspect sinister motives, but ignorance is tenacious. Reminds me a lot of the way racism has gone in the US- grudging acceptance isn't really acceptance at all. It's an interesting beast.

... That I'm not quite as active these days.

It's not a falling out, I've just had a problem concerning my new job. See, I worked in a call center, and the company overseeing it decided they'd shut that part down and give that work to people who resolved issues (the help desk, essentially). So now I work basically pushing paperwork. It's the most oppressively mind-numbing thing I could ever imagine- I'm no bureaucrat, but I need the money to keep on sustaining this life that  chayfox and I have built. Thing is, there's no time for drawing on this job, or chatting with anyone, or any of the things that I used to be able to multitask on the phone.

So as a result... I barely talk to anyone. Not to mention less art (especially commissions, jesus; when was the last time I completed one?). It's got me down, I won't lie. And to make matters worse? Those boneheads made totally the wrong move, and it turns out they DO need the call center (I could've told them that, the overeducated idiots). So basically, I'm hoping that they'll open that back up and I can go do that again, but otherwise, I'm just not as available anymore... and kind of miserable about it.

Either way, that's why there's less stuff. I'm just working hard on continuing Partners, because I couldn't live with myself if I let that fall by the wayside.

I couldn't put my finger on it before now, but I finally figured it out:

I'm the fetish artist other, far more skilled and dedicated fetish artists watch because nobody else draws what they like.

I don't mean to sound pompous, but that amuses me, a lot, for reasons I'm unsure of. Possibly because it would make a fitting troll's description, if I weren't too mild to get that kind of attention. :P

Thank you. For the love of god, thank you. This is the first console Sonic game I've liked this much since I still thought I was straight. Also, your music department needs a week of free blowjobs. I know what you're thinking- even the ladies?
Especially the ladies.

Oh, and, I wanted to blather about my commissions situation for a bit. Now, if you're on my waiting list, you're sure to note that I am taking half of forever to get to them. There's a number of reasons for this- strange transitions at my job have made my free time at work evaporate, I've been actually digging into games like Dark Souls in earnest (by the way, Namco-Bandai, give us our damn patch already), and I've just felt way more like drawing random porn and writing Partners.

That brings me to another point. My list is a Waiting List. It sounds like any other list of commissions, but there is an important difference: I only take on the commission when I'm ready for it. Of course, you don't pay until I've got something for you, so it's not a big ripoff machine, but all the same, I understand that's very inconvenient for people. At the same time, I just don't have any better system. If I'm not in the mode for commission work, it's gonna be sloppy and awful, and I absolutely won't be able to motivate myself to do it (or find the time for it) in any reasonable timeframe. It's the best thing I could come up with- yes, it's a big wait, but hey. These are tough times. Maybe you needed the time to talk yourself out of a purchase that would put you in a tight spot.

Yaaay. I'm 25. No real big deal, but pretty nice all the same. I've got today off work, so that's fun. My sweetie  chayfox got me Chrono Cross on the PSN, which is awesome- I loved that game! A little later on I'll be having dinner with my family and stuff, and then cake. As for this morning? I ain't doin' anything. :)

AKA "Boring journal where I talk about myself."

I'm in kind of an... introspective mood at the moment. It's probably related to not being able to draw anything digital 'til my stylus comes in the mail.

I've been accused, on occasion, of thinking that I'm better than everybody else. Or at least, that's the thrust of the accusation. Unfortunately, this is sort of true. It's not that I consciously believe this, to be certain, but there is an undercurrent in my emotions that wants to.

The reason is complicated, and requires a little history to understand. When I was about 11, schizophrenia hit. What triggered it, I can only postulate, but as I understand it, my father had it himself, passing it down. The variety I received was Paranoid Schizophrenia. What this means is that in addition to hallucinations, delusions and overall problems with reality, I actually was paranoid of every social interaction I had. Every friend, I thought would eventually try to abandon me to greatest, most damaging effect. My parents, I believed, were set to ensure my failure by giving me goals that were too high for me to reach, and/or replace me with my younger half brother. My teachers to me were monsters, just waiting for me to mess up so they could sell me down the river.

In my worse moments, I suspected everyone of attempted murder- that everyone was going to try to end me eventually. In the years where you gain friends and learn who you are, I trusted no-one, and began formulating ways I could get back at them first. This became a scheming, writhing subconscious process that calculated how best to counteract someone's plots. After a few years, this started manifesting as a general malevolence, serving up images of vengeance and suffering that I was no longer even consciously asking for or understanding where they came from. Around this time, I had learned that what I had was a disease that made me distrust people chronically.

As those years went by and I came to understand this, another current opened up in me. A guilty one, that felt terrible for the way I suspect everyone's motivations, and horrified of the images of graphic revenge on others. That part of me understood that I could never stop the terror in my mind, not really. But at the same time, it demanded that I take tangible action to make right what happened. So I began trying to help people. Emotionally, psychologically, circumstantially... any way I could. What with the warring factions and my knowledge of them, I became very easy to talk to- anyone would open up to me given enough time. Somebody I met on a bus would spill their life story to me. I couldn't even control it anymore, I just sort of assumed it was part of who I was.

Because of this, starved for any kind of self-confidence, my identity began to suck up these acts of altruism, and insisted, "Hey, look at that! You're a great guy after all! You can't control the other parts, doctors said so!" I'd been wanting to feel good about myself for so long that I ate it up, Every little action I could do to feel better about myself grew my confidence, and soon I had created another monster- an overzealous saint instead of a terrifying devil.

Sounds fine, though, right? Feeling good about doing good things is what we do! Except it's not. You're not supposed to do it that consciously. It created a persona in my mind that did not reflect the cynical inner beliefs of the real person underneath. As a result, I now constantly fight a ridiculous intractible war between a vengeful, hurtful, calculating social warlord, an unforgiving, stone-gazing ideal of goodness, and a flimsy, funny self-deprecating bubble over it all to make it more accessible... all just to have simple conversations and manage my life. As a result, sometimes I blame myself for things that aren't my fault, sometimes I hold people to impossible standards, and other times I'm just a slightly obnoxious goof.

What a mess.

Yes. Yes, as soon as I stop writing for Teenaged Adventurers in Futuretown, and knuckle down to get some God Damn Art done, the pen decides that it will no longer accept its role as tablet stylus- that's what Dad wanted it to do. So screw you, Dad, it's gonna go to Hollywood and write a script and get famous.

In other words, my pen is now an incredibly ineffective doorstop, and I have to order a new one. Needless to say, all owed art is on super hold-io brothers until I get it. Because you know.

I was flyin' through it before.

Closed sarcasm tags.

Some may have wondered recently, what with the declaration of bronydom and the endless submissions involving Partners, whether or not I'm going soft in my young age. Well, the answer is... yes. I'm getting a little softer as time goes on. Porn was originally the one thing I was most interested in. And I still like it! But it's not the whole of my artistic endeavors anymore. When I started out, there just wasn't that much creative porn out there- few people wanted to give anything a narrative, much less explore all the different things you could do with crazy fetishes. And if somebody had crazy fun with things, you could almost guarantee they'd die of embarrassment and hide. It was a niche that needed filling, and I did my best.

Now, however... there's a lot of people who're doing it. I may've had something to do with that, I may not have- I'm not gonna afford myself that much ego. But any way you slice it, I'm not quite as rare a creature as I was. The scene doesn't need me as much. I'm all the more glad for it.

Partners is a story I've been trying to put together in my head for years. It's taken so much planning and preparation a normal person might have done in half the time, that now that I'm in the writing phase, I just really wanna tell it! There's something altogether different about conveying something like that. My adorkable lesbo protagonists might not be as sexy or suave as other characters of mine, but they've got a lot of soul and an adventure to go on.

It doesn't bother me that not a ton of people read it. It wouldn't bother me if I only had one reader! I treasure every single one of you that does take the time out to give it a shot, and I promise not to disappoint you, because honestly the smallest interest or feedback on that project means more to me than anything I've ever made.

As for my commissioners? Don't worry that much. I'm slow, I always have been. I don't charge 'til the work's halfway done for a reason- to protect you. I'm workin' on it.

... like, any Forced Hetero?

I see gobs and gobs of supposedly 'straight' characters being wooed over, pressured for or snookered into 'The Dark Side' and trysting with the same sex, or often someone of intersex persuasion- Forced Homo. And I love that! It's very fun, and can make you think of characters differently, as well as serving those of us who like gay/lesbian shenanigans. The femboy seducing the straight-laced guy, the lesbian tempting the good girl with her web of experienced love, the dom fantasies, they're all great, and we've all seen them!

But there's practically zero works I can ever find of that happening in reverse- the meek femboy finding himself hardened by the curvy girl's aggressive advances, the 'never been' lesbian giving her guy friend a go "just to make sure", the love-unlucky hip chick's best gay friends deciding to try and stud it up for her for a night to possibly hilarious effect, the lesbian couple who find themselves in a tight spot and try to 'play it straight' to get out of it, also to possible hilarious effect?

There are a million possibilities! But I never see them. Why is that? I can turn around and trip over, oh I don't know, five "str8-2-gay" high school locker scenes. 'Lezzing out' and 'maybe I'm gay' are so widespread it's become a freakin' trope. Straight guys assert their heterosexuality by making casual jokes about ludicrous, outrageous gay sexual experiments. ...But I would have an easier time unearthing the secrets of the Esoteric Cult of Dagon than I would a single homosexual character getting jiggy with the opposite sex for the kinkiness of it.

Is straight just out of style? Not the new thing, so not worth the time?

... Or is it that we're afraid? I mean, I know we're still fighting for equality and all that, and it wasn't that long ago that being gay was a crime with a capital C. And I know that we still have backward cultures and 'reparative therapy' camps to turn you into some strange biblical breeder. But dammit... that doesn't mean that every conversion or perversion to the straight side is an affront. It's not a statement that one way is right, any more than all those 'going gay' fantasies are narratives suggesting homosexuality is superior; and if they are, they shouldn't be, because that's retarded and counter-intuitive.

We can't be truly equal unless it's all fair game.

Was kind of funny, too. I was just about to transfer the data over that day.

Not a big deal. As my circle of friends' "computer tech guy," I have a replacement hard drive or nine. I've even got Win 7 up and running on the new one. Gmail has the Partners timeline and story bible, FA, IB and photobucket have my pictures, and all my programs are on discs, so really I haven't lost much. One thing I did lose, however, was  klinkitty's finished commission- but don't worry, dude, I'll finish that again once I've got my programs up and running.

Keepin' people in the loop, hey hey.

I'm warning you now, I'm gonna ramble on for a good long while with this one, and there's no important point to it.

So as I color in a commission that'll only be viewable on Inkbunny on one monitor, I also start watching TUFF Puppy on the other one because, hey, random Youtubes. The episode in question was, I think "Doom Mates" or something like that. It's a fairly entertaining if simplistic show, but I realize about halfway through that... hey, Dudley has just been grabbing the hell out of his partner Kitty Katswell's ass for about five minutes now, under some pretense of over-the-shoulder ladyslinging that's supposed to protect her somehow. Of course, that's just me looking far too much into things, because cartoonists are clean and pure.

I hop onto Rule34 to see what's there, and entertainingly enough, there's plenty of good stuff. Things by ameteurs, I think what had to be a paysite, and somewhat disturbingly some pictures that seemed really spot-on for the style. No conspiracy there, it's an easy style to mimic, I'm sure. So suuuuure.

That gets me thinking, though, to my recent endeavors in style copying and the fun challenge therein... and I actually begin to miss DA. Not because it was fun to use or intuitive or anything- but rather, because I'd get the most off-the-wall requests for sexy things involving characters from shows I'd never flippin' heard of; either because it was foreign or really old or really new or a really old foreign cartoon they'd made new again. It was neat to have that kind of variety in designs to look at. Not that Sonic isn't cool and all (secret throbbing fanboner for Nicole's holo-hottie projection, anyone?), but it was just nice to have other things to try to work out and figure out what made that style or character design work... and not have to look for it myself. Sometimes I really dig what cartoonists come up with and want to see how I can destroy what they're doing with terrible intentions! Distressingly, not that terribly many original characters scratch that itch. Well, there are plenty, but the ratio of interesting to not is pretty stark.

Which brings me to my next point. I've always asserted that I take suggestions, not requests. Because when it comes down to it, I like money and stuff, and won't pretend I don't get fringe benefits from my semi-popularity, but really I wouldn't be here if not for the creative fun. Fun scenarios, fun character designs, fun ideas. The style studies, figuring out what makes cartoons attractive and creative storytelling are the only things that I can really point to that make me an artist rather than a creeper with a sketchpad.

But my god, I've received some of the most mundane, nonsensical, lame ideas I could never imagine. What scenario would you like? Oh, you don't have one. Oh, you do? Oh, but it's so simplistic it wouldn't have made it past the cutting room floor of a 2 Stupid Dogs episode. Or maybe it's super detailed, but reads either like a rundown of a Yu-Gi-Oh plot, or the script to the Very First Porno Ever Concieved. Then sometimes I'll ask about a character I saw in a gallery, whom I'm intrigued in... and almost every time I'm completely sorry I did. Okay, dude. I know you're like... 13. And I'm sure this is super cool to you. But here's a checklists of things that you should ask yourself before getting your hopes up that I'm gonna be anything but disenchanted by the time I'm done reading your description:

1. Is my character a recolor of some other show's protagonist?
2. Do the distinguishing features of my character involve clothing, weapons, endowments and/or superpowers and little else?
3. Am I unable to name one human-like flaw my character has?
4. If it's multiple characters, do they comport themselves like your average Anime RomCom cast for no ostensible reason despite being mercenaries/space prostitutes/fish tank cleaners?

Let's say it's your character's girlfriend! Ask this:
1. Does she act like any actual female I've ever met might possibly?
2. Can I describe her without mentioning my character?
3. Is she a person?
4. Does she seem to exist for the sole reason of making my character look better or have a romantic/sexual interest?
5. Let's say this artist is blind and has no sense of touch. Can I describe her to him at all?

I mean... I get it. You're not an artist, you're not a writer, you've just got some cardboard cut-outs for a little wish fulfillment and you're gonna call it a day. That's fine. But it's also easy- so easy that everyone under the sun does it, usually around the age of 14.

Which brings up the really great part: telling someone they're not a bad person, but their creativity unfortunately sucks. I don't think I remember one time that this ever went well. At best, extreme disappointment and insecurity. At worst, absolute screaming temper tantrum and accusations of elitism. What do you even do? Lie, and it becomes a big string of expectation and disappointment. Be blunt and you can expect the previous result. Draw it, and end up so disillusioned by the entire thing that you just rush through it to get to something actually fun. At least with a commission, I can liven up any dull moments with a Henry Weinhart's good old-fashioned root beer.

So I guess the moral of the story is, I'm picky and my muse requires a lot of foreplay. Sorry for any soul-crushing inconvenience.

EDIT EDIT EDIT: Alternatively, just because I didn't draw your suggestion doesn't mean I thought it sucked. Kay? Don't go all insecure on me!

Well, this weekend was spent helping a friend move, and I have to say... I am sore as all hell. My arms feel like jell-o, if jell-o had a 'pain' flavor. With only him, myself and one additional friend- as well as the rap stylings of Captain Dan and his Scurvy Crew, we had to move two stories' worth of furniture made alternatingly of oak and steel plates. For this exercise in friendship and utter exhaustion, I was rewarded a pizza, two doughnuts, two raspberry iced teas and a couple of unwanted flatpanel monitors. Score!

Looking at these two screens, I brought up my other firefox profile... Gwen. And it was while full of sweaty testosterone that I realized... there's no good damned reason I should have stopped doing Ask Dr. Gwen. So people can't have total privacy- it's a decision I should let them make. So, ADG is now back open for business, the way it always should have been.

Also, thinking on when I left for InkBunny, it wasn't truly because I couldn't submit things here anymore. It was because I felt like this place was becoming too hostile toward me. Which brings me to my next point: People who claim that they "don't care what everyone thinks." This is a really horseshit claim. Everybody cares what others think- everyone. It's hard wired into us. Even if you don't actively think to yourself, "I hope they like me" or "How do I look, really?", you still care. It's that feeling of dread when you say something akward. It's that tightness you feel when you get angry at someone. It's the reason you feel the need to say that you don't care what everyone thinks.

That doesn't mean we're beholden to others' whim. We still have control and choice. You could say that you don't let others control your decisions. You could say that you're sensible enough to make your own choices. But don't say you don't care... it's just... the road to denial.

But anyway! Go listen to some pirate rap, you'll love it.

My bofo,  chayfox wants to know! He's quite dedicated and experienced with MMOs, and is the last person to start any drama. Post your server name, faction, and whether you have a guild, he'd love to play with you! Apparently he's willing to roll a character once you've provided that.

So go on, enjoy some vidya games with my honey pie!

Since putting something in a journal header is akin to writing in invisible ink,  frecklecat is taking commissions of the non-porn variety! She's got some neat stuff and isn't afraid of tackling the occasional odd character design. So don't be shy, check 'er out!

That's it. I really don't have much else for you. Other than rediscovering my love of thick-leaded mechnical pencils. It's really refreshed my technique and has been the main means by which I've been making those sketch comics I've been putting out. It's pretty rad. :>

Oh yeah, and if you like robots and sexy girls, you should also check out  frut. You'll find both, in a way you may not expect!

It seems everybody's done the Formspring thing, but I never bothered before  milkjunkie sent me some links. Well, in the interest of bumping that other journal off, here we go:

http://www.formspring.me/Norithics
http://www.formspring.me/NorikoTakahashi
http://www.formspring.me/SunniSmiles

Possibly more characters in the future.

Yes, yes, I can already hear the crowing.
It's funny, this feels like DeviantArt all over again.

Okay, so here's the deal. I realized that since I actually watch so many people on FA and like to comment on their stuff, it's just sort of... akward that I'm kind of not really here. Plus, a lot of you didn't follow me to Inkbunny- no hard feelings, mind you, just saying.

So what I'm doing is this: If it's something I know for sure won't fly on FA, then I'll just upload it to IB, where you all can go if you want to see the sort of stuff that would only end up there. If it's something I think might be acceptable, I'll just upload it to both and let the mods sort it out. That's all anybody can expect, I think.

The reason why I reacted so strongly was because... I honestly needed the time away. A lot of people really showed an ugly side to me that I didn't expect, and the frequency with which it happened sort of stunned me- so much so that I began to really show my ugly side, and I really hate it when that gets out. But that's part of life, you can't cast it away, I suppose.

So, yeah. Pretty much back, but still at Inkbunny as well. Enjoy.

As you may have noticed, with the ban on underaged pornography comes the banning of Sonic-related art. It was funny, actually, how many laughed at the idea that the destruction of one thing would lead to the destruction of another- dismissed it as "slippery slope," as it were.

Well, as we are now seeing on the Site Discussion forums, that's exactly what's occurring. To make matters worse, even those of us who would like to stay and obey the rules are being told very little that would make us comfortable enough to do so. The definitions for the rules are so completely arbitrary and confusing that it's impossible for any of us within a stone's throw of those parameters to upload anything comfortably. And you know what? I'm a grown-ass man. I don't need that on top of the other stresses of life. That's why I'm mostly leaving this site. I don't know that I'll come here for much of anything, but I'm not deleting anything.

At the same time, I'm a little sad. How many years have I been here? How many memories will I leave behind? Too many to count. I've met a lot of really cool people here, and I'll never forget it- just like I remember DA, and TeamArtail.

And yet, I just can't bear it. There's such an increasing witch hunt regarding anybody who even thinks one might enjoy underaged mature art. I'm almost sure it wasn't Neer's intent, but unfortunately this ban being in place really gives some unfounded prejudices people have a big platform from which to shout from. And I don't want to hear it. It's fearful, it's hateful, and when you sit down and consider the facts like an adult, it's wrong.

I signed the social contract. I don't murder, I don't rape, I don't steal, I don't defraud people, and I don't molest children- nor support anyone who does such things in any way, even by consumption. I have nothing to apologize for by drawing or looking at drawn pictures. There is nobody being exploited, and I am no more guilty of enabling child rape than Splatterhouse is guilty of enabling murder, or Ocean's Eleven is guilty of enabling incredibly clever Casino heists.

Will Inkbunny always be around? Who knows? Who cares. I just like the overall theme of the site a little better- it seems inclusive and friendly, and even if it's less than it appears, it's still more than I feel I have to look forward to here.

Regardless. Thanks, Dragoneer and Arcturus, for giving me a neat place to stay and share my works with other people for free. Thanks, people of FA, for being largely receptive to me. And thanks most of all to my fans and fellow artists, who I hope will continue to inspire me for years to come.

It's a dark world. Keep having fun.

EDIT: *siiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
Read the journal, folks. All the way through. I know you can do it.

To recap: I'm not deleting stuff, I have a lot of reasons to go, and I am on Inkbunny.