So the other day I was looking at Gideon's Brony folio and I was thinking.

If I decided to try and do adoptables again, I'd need to do a few things first:

1. Find someone who'd help me color them, and

2. Get a Paypal and a bank account. XD


But if I were by some miracle able to accomplish these things, would you guys want to buy a $5 adoptable from me? I had a nifty idea. When buying, all you'd know beforehand is the name (and the knowledge that whatever they'll end up looking like it'll be a hyperphallic Gideon-style faggy Brony.). 8P

Would anyone be interested? Here're a few of the possibilities so far.

Redwood
Beach Bum
Kiss'n Tail
Hole in One
Hard Candy
Sticky Buns
Pierced Brosnan
Hardcover

X3








Oh, and the other day Bert Jansch of the British folk group Pentangle died. *sadface* RIP, man.

You know I represent.


https://youtu.be/BhDhDRvHaGs

https://youtu.be/LFB6LQ1-WKU


In other news, South Park is finally doing an episode on Ass Burgers. Erm, Asperger's. Whatever.

Some of you who swap IMs may have already heard of this. For everyone else. Hee! It was UNSPEAKABLY hot! Read away!








A few nights ago I had a really wild dream. It was in color, like most of mine, but this one was different... because it seemed to have a linear, coherent story to it, unlike typical dream randomness. I dreamt I was at the local zoo on a nice spring day when all of a sudden a huge escaped python dropped out of nowhere onto me and bit me, smothering my cries for help. To my surprise, however, I found that not only was I not affected by the snake's venom, but that I could understand what it was thinking. Or, at least, what it wanted and stuff. I couldn't tell why it gave me a kiss after it bit me, though. XD Together we went to the reptile house because I could feel the snake wanted to go there, but when I went inside... it wasn't a building full of tanks and cages.

Instead, inside was a lavishly decorated throne room, filled with incense and veils and people in aristocratic, expensive flowing outfits. There were many humans like me in there who were paired up with other snakes, and as far as I could tell each one was a different species. but I was distracted by the appearance of a servant who set up a table for the snake and me and served us both dinner. As I ate the meal another servant came up and gave me a bowl full of odd broth, telling me it was from an admirer. In the bowl was a strong, exotic liquor that somehow tasted of meat... and I liked the taste so much I drank it all in a few gulps.

After our meal ended, a page (or somesuch) came out and informed everyone why they'd been gathered. He said that the Snake Goddess, the "mother of all snakes," as they kept referring to her, was dying of old age. That is, her physical body which anchored her to our mortal plane was dying, and so she'd gathered a representative from every one of the snake clans to choose who was most suitable to be the vessel for her power to be reincarnated in.

Before the discussion could go any further, a large silk curtain at the back of the room parted, and what I thought was a silhouette of a statue rose and started to walk through the room. She was a tall, gorgeous snake lady, her scales as black as the void, and when she spoke...

Her voice was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. o///o

She came right up to me, and bid me stand, then told me that I was the most beautiful thing she'd seen in a long while. Before I could react she pulled me into a kiss, sharing tongue, and began to strip my clothes off.

It was at that point I realized she was a herm... and we were both painfully, beautifully erect. X3 She began to bite me, sinking her fangs into my tongue and neck and nipples and belly... and then with a casual ease penetrated me. We fucked there in the middle of the throne room like that, standing up, while the crowd cheered, made out, worshiped in awe, orgied, yadda yadda yadda lol, and each time she thrust I started to turn into a snake herm like her, except I was the same species as the snake who'd brought me here. As she came, VIOLENTLY, she sank her fangs one last time into my breasts, and then... without even being able to say goodbye vanished into nothing. I was the new snake goddess now...

At which point I woke up. X3

My dad deleted Steam today. He told me he didn't want me downloading anything onto the computer... >.<

https://youtu.be/yIPdQPE8eEg

I will admit I cracked up when they ALL began to sing.

Yep, you guessed it.












He was in the new episode of Family Guy. >ω<

Well, I can't play Steam or SecondLife because my computer has a shitty video card.

F-List is no fun because folks either hate on the characters or scenarios I want to play, or no one's online...

(I mean, I keep getting asked to play a HUMAN!!!)

I'm bored with Xbox and Wii.

I keep having mood swings, mostly because I keep getting reminded of things that make me depressed, like danath's livestreams. Specifically that I can't attend! Or that my family's stopped buying soda.

I wish I could cheer up. My life's not at all terrible...

So why do I feel like it is?

https://youtu.be/fWdhXNiGlOU


https://youtu.be/5PgXKPKmir0

I'm gonna go see Leo Kottke next month when he headlines at the Lake Eden Arts Festival in Black Mountain. I'm fucking stoked. >:D

(Oh, and also I joined Steam to play TF2. If anyone wants to add me I'm Rykela. :3)

A little over a week or two ago my folks went off to watch my brother play band at his school's football game, leaving me home alone. I'd been having a poor day because the night before I'd been unable to sleep, and then I'd had a... rough day IMing. Or rather, trying to find people to IM with. When I finally met someone [I love their 'sona but won't mention a name] I was overjoyed...

And then five minutes later my mom gets home and I have to log off in a hurry.

The point is, I was in a pretty miserable mood, until about 10 o'clock, when  danath announced she'd be doing a free hook-up story stream. I was overjoyed [again]; I've never been able to attend one of her streams [precisely because my parents not letting me use the computer when they're home] and here I was about to win a slot!

Not only was my name picked first, but I was to be paired with , an OC whom I've been crushing on for the longest time. I'm sure they could hear my squeeing over in South Carolina.

You know where this is going, don't you?

My folks arrived home again JUST as Danath picked my name, and the first thing they did was to tell me to get off the computer.

I can't stand it. I can't get over it. I'm so bitter I can't get a paragraph into  danath's stories without becoming too angry/disgusted to continue. And watching her continue to release story streams is like rubbing salt in the wound. I'm 100% sure I will never get to watch in one of those streams, let alone get to participate.

I am not begging for a free story, Danath. That would be even more pathetic than the way my parents push me around. I don't mean to whine, I am not asking or demanding anything.

I just need to rant. And maybe I need to explain why I haven't been on YIM to my friends. I just don't feel up to it.

North Carolina's going to vote in May to amend the state constitution to ban same-sex marriage. The Democrats refused to fight the legislative vote because doing so might have meant the vote would take place in November instead... and the religious voters summoned to pass the ban would bolster Republican ranks, and possibly create losses for the Democrats.
*vomits violently*

And my drawings? I don't know if I can upload them. Last Thursday and Friday my dad removed the cord that connects the machine to the computer so I won't print anything. I don't know where he's put it, or if he'll return it.

...

Sorry, guys. I just have a lot of shit right now that's too much for me to deal with. *sigh* Here's to hoping for a miracle...

EDIT: Oh, and looks like Faye was my 150th submission. Woo, I don't even have 13,000 page views, woo~ Woo, my Sofurry account has over 50,000 woo, I feel underappreciated, angry that I can't do anything but sketches, furious I can't commission anyone, despairing because I have a suspicious feeling that if I did those would get more views than my own stuff

woohoo

You know, now that I think about it, "dickgirl" and "cuntboy/i" sound like superheroes.


DICKGIRL AWAYYYYYYY~

I have like five doodles to upload, including a couple involving a subject I can't believe I haven't drawn before now. I mean, thinking about it, it's obvious... what does a Breeder Dragoness do besides breeding?

Well, you'll have to wait and find out when my dad returns the cord to the printer so I can scan them in. Maybe on Monday. >.<

Also something involving  Draco122 and a few others maybe. And I'm trying to resist the urge to re-join SL because all it'll do is waste time and I have no way of getting a good Breeder avatar anyway. >.<

Argh. I've got a headache.

Don't expect me to be in the mood to chat today. X3

I'm gonna go draw, I think it might be a lil' unhealthy to just stare at the screen right now. Gimme single-word suggestions.

Like "hyper"

Or "futa"

Or "M-Preg."

:P

I might draw them.

I'mma start at noon sharp. n.n Soon as I get done mowing the back yard.

http://www.livestream.com/rykelasden

Do you like Snow Day?

Well, yer in luck, 'cause later today I'll stream another 2nd-person POV blurb or two. I have fun writing them. òωó

It'll be 'round 10 o'clock EST, or within a half hour of, so I'll post another journal, delete this'n, and y'all can come on in!

Since Livestream won't be till Friday, maybe it's time to reflect on my art. Ask thoughtful, hard-hitting questions, questions that hit so hard they cause nausea and internal bleeding. QUESTIONS THAT---

I'm bored with that nao. ΘωΘ
If it isn't too much trouble, could you answer each of my questions? It'd ease my mind to know y'all are there to support me.
1. My style's somewhere in this creepy in-between world, neither toony nor realistic. Should I try for one or the other?
2. What else should I draw? I want to love neglected characters. Bees, Orcas, Rykela, futas, centaurs, Beatrix, Guilgirls, Muscle-freaks Falco and Spyro and Jake Long, Neo Spacian Aqua Dolphin, Unovan Pokémorphs... so many choices... I wish I had money so I could get them drawn.
3. Would coloring my pics get them noticed more? How can I possibly do that without the time or money?
4. Should I work on humans at the cost of pageviews? I'd like to...
5. If I ever got a bank account and paypal, would it be a waste of time to do commissions? I'm not very reliable. o.o
6. Should I focus more on stories? They take less effort and are a bit easier...
7. Should I take a break from drawing entirely? Spend awhile relaxing, just RPing if I feel like it.

What do y'all think?

https://youtu.be/Y1HStmvtkwE

https://youtu.be/P6LaVhpDiME

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2679427/


I SAID AT THE TOP I WASN'T LEAVING! I just wanted to have a semi-serious discussion about the shortcomings of our favorite community websites... XD

Well, at any rate, I'm glad people took notice.

No, I'm not leaving Fa. So don't freak out on me you sillies.

One the one hand, FA's trackkin' mah links and sappin' mah passwords.

On the other, they banned cub porn, which Sofurry won't ank Inkbunny (correct me if I'm wrong) was created to showcase when FA banned it. So props to 'Neer on that one at least.

Then again, 'Neer. And the other admins who ban whoever pisses them off and ignored me when I submitted a trouble ticket, back when all my notices, notes and some submissions got mysteriously erased.

...But I've got a lot of watchers and a loyal fanbase here who I don't wanna betray.

Still, FA doesn't allow me to automatically filter my searches like Sofurry does based on tags. So every time I look up "Hyper asses" I get a steaming brown heap of lemons by this dude named tcyk or something. Some have diapers, and all have "hyper soiling/scat/farting" etc. You get the disturbing idea. Fucking disgusting. And it takes a fuckload to disgust me, lemme tell ya.

Even so, almost all of my favorite artists/authors post here and nowhere else...

I had hopes for Sofurry once Toumal started fixing it up, but there's been no mass migrations of furries to the far superior hosting site, and updates and upgrades seem to have stalled.

Sigh.

If only 'Neer got Toumal to overhaul FA (and took a tactical nuke to anything with a hint of poop, pee or diapers in it). We could do so much better, but it seems the fandom is content with mediocrity.

Until that happens I guess I'm stuck flipping past a dozen icons with HYPER SOILING emblazoned proudly across them.

Go check out the product of my livestream. nωn

Oh, out of curiosity, what should y'do for insect bites? I woke up this morning with my right side covered in 'em. They itch...

http://www.livestream.com/rykelasden

I'm going to be writing stories about The Baker's Dozen! Come and watch, listen to music... you might find yourself starring in one of them. ;3 They'll be transformation and growth-heavy just so you know.

I'll be going offline for a few days to work on art and try to snap myself out of this funk I'm in. I doubt I'll be able to reply to any comments until I get back.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

I've completely lost my motivation to draw or finish New Found Fanfic.

SAY SOMETHING TO INSPIRE OR AT LEAST GET ME GOING GUYS.

Seriously, not just *hugs* or things like that. I really need something serious and thoughtful to help me out. All my body wants to do is sleep but my mind doesn't want to.

So at the same time I've been drawing, I've been working on a little story set in a world you might be familiar with. I thought I'd post a lil' preview, so... lemme know what you think. >83

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Once upon a time, so long ago that the world had not yet finished forming, there lived a great race of beings in tune with nature. Their advances in technology and the arts knew no equals. There was no disease. There was no crime. No poverty, either. All lived in joy and harmony. They were Perfect.
Unfortunately such a paradise could not last. Even the greatest of civilizations must fall, and perfection brings stagnation and prevents any further improvement. The Perfect were well aware of that fact. Their seers predicted a great catastrophe, one which would tear the heavens apart and spill them across the land. Despite their power preventing such a disaster was beyond the Perfect’s power. The seers also observed a new, inferior race which would rise amid the devastation. This new race would not have the wisdom of the Perfect, and in their greed and selfishness they would not only bring ruin to themselves, but they would also ruin the world they would inherit, making it forever barren and unfit for any life.
To prevent such a tragedy, the elder Perfect used the greatest of their magics and sciences to create powerful relics, objects that would activate at the time they’re needed most, just before their users fell too far for salvation. These relics would bond with whoever discovered them and at the same time bond them permanently to the natural, physical world, giving them the power to not only restore the lands that their fellow beings had plundered but also find redemption in themselves. Once the users had reached enlightenment, the power of the relics would be spread to followers of the users’ choosing, and so on until all was saved, giving them the wisdom to surpass the greatness of the Perfect. The relics were scattered across the entire world and hidden away, safe from discovery and destruction.

Eons have passed, and now the relics have finally awakened…

---

“Fucking boxes.” As he rummaged through the crates and crates of dingy papers and grimy, mysterious objects, Terry cursed his fate. The room was dark, and he stubbed his foot, making him sharply shout something not fit for human ears. His long blond hair didn’t help much, falling in front of his eyes, nor did the almost-caked-on layer of dirt on the lenses of his glasses. His old white shirt was stained and slightly-sweaty, because every so often he had to wipe his face clean. Sorting archaeological finds was filthy work…
It was supposed to have been one of the greatest experiences of his life, but everything had gone so wrong. Terry had opted to wait a year after graduating from high school until entering college, and traveled over to Europe. Spending twelve months backpacking and hiking around was as glorious as he had dreamed. Even the nights spent in cheap, dingy hostels and the (rather frequent) times that he’d been forced to sleep out under the stars were thrilling in their own way! Four months in and he’d wandered aimlessly through Spain, France, and Switzerland, arriving in Italy with barely-contained anticipation for the wonders of Rome and the Renaissance cities of Florence and Venice.
The few news programs he’d caught glimpses of during that time were going batshit insane over the next apocalyptic disease threatening the globe. Of course he didn’t really pay much attention to it. The reporters had exactly the same reaction to H1N1, mad cow disease, and the bird flu outbreak, so obviously it wasn’t actually threatening anyone. Besides, he’d never heard of any “Syndrome” being deadly or even contagious. How was this Tate-Fairchild Syndrome any different? It was probably just because it was newly-discovered.
May 3 changed all that.
That was the day China cut itself off abruptly from the rest of the world, announcing a self-imposed quarantine to prevent any more individuals with TF Syndrome from crossing its borders.
Any more?
The Freudian slip caused a pretty big stir. Before then TF Syndrome had only been found in the United States. Maybe there was something to be concerned about after all…
Or not. No deaths had been reported, or so the locals Terry asked said. Why was everyone so worried? Even though the quarantine was followed immediately by a communications blackout, he didn’t worry. Two weeks after that and he’d made it to Florence. It was the most marvelous week in his life. He couldn’t get enough of the museums! But the thought of touring Rome was enough to get him moving again.
He was passing through a little no-name village a few days’ walk from Florence when it was announced that the United States had imposed the same country-wide quarantine and news blackout as China. The realization that he wouldn’t be able to get back home brought panic, but there was no internet access at all in such a rural place. He didn’t sleep that night, sitting up in front of a small café and waiting for them to open so he could watch a broadcast of the morning news.
It wasn’t good. The European Union, though free of any cases of TF Syndrome, voted to quarantine themselves as well! He was stuck in Italy indefinitely, and because he had been supporting himself by getting his parents to wire him money every few weeks, Terry had barely anything to support himself with.
He’d had one stroke of luck when a local archaeologist and university professor opened up the rooms of his home to tourists like him who’d found themselves stranded. Because it was such an out-of-the-way place the only ones to take him up on his offer were Terry and a busload of concerned Japanese tourists, laden with cameras, hiking gear, and a one-night change of clothes. But if anything they were even nicer than the professor. They were so eager to show off their mastery of the English language and befriend a fellow traveler that Terry had learned all of their life stories by the first night. It was kind of nice, and lightened the mood. Plus, the professor had just returned from a dig in Ireland, and he paid Terry a little extra cash in addition to the free room and board when he agreed to help sort and carry the boxes of artifacts and papers gained from the trip.
There were a lot of boxes. Too many to count. Nearly every room on the ground floor of the building was crammed floor-to-ceiling with them. So Terry had busied himself for a week and a half, managing to empty two of them all by himself.
It was June now, and the worry and stress clenched in his gut like a sickening knot. He’d not bathed for the last two days, and his normally soft and glossy blond hair was matted and greasy, getting in his eyes and pooling around his neck. His last haircut had been… what, three or four months BEFORE he’d left for Europe? He missed his parents. Homesickness hadn’t plagued him in the slightest, but the moment he’d found that he wasn’t able to go back it had set in, and since then had only gotten worse. The cloud of dust rising from the artifacts got in his lungs, made his throat itch, and brought about fits of violent coughing. Each find had to be pulled out, matched with a identification number written on a list back when they were first dug up, sorted with similar items, and stored with a card noting the date of its discovery, its ID number, and what the professor thought it was.
Terry pulled the next object out of its box with a huge cloud of dust. It wasn’t caked with grime like all the rest, though. If its number hadn’t been on the list he’d have suspected the old man to have been playing a joke on him. That, or for whatever reason trying to smuggle a newly bought dildo in with his artifacts.
It was huge and glistening, larger than his forearm and jet-black. Terry guessed it was onyx or obsidian. He’d gone through a gem-and-mineral-collecting phase when he was in the eighth grade, but it’d been a long while since he’d lost interest so he couldn’t be sure. He used his T-shirt to wipe his glasses clean to get a better look at it and resisted the urge to wipe it on the thing too. Some of the old stuff would dissolve if you so much as breathed on them!
“…Holy shit! It IS a dildo!” Terry cackled, then coughed. An ancient one, anyways...

---

Sadly, I'm not looking for characters for NFF. I've got the plot planned out and it's not gonna be using anyone's. Not even mine. It's gonna be self-contained... but IS looking for extras to participate in her own tale!

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/6331537/

Go ahead and volunteer if you're a macro or a hyper. Sadly, no canines are needed yet, but go ahead and offer if your fursona is anything but! She's looking for all genders. >83

Saturday my mom and I went up to Yancey County just north of the South Toe River on State Road 80 and dug (and chiseled) around for kyanite with a group from the Catawba Valley Gem and Mineral Club. We found a pretty impressive vein of it and after walking up and down the side of the mountain a few times brought home a few dozen pounds of the stuff. It was unimaginably hard work! XD But I got some good specimens, all hard-to-find blue kyanite blades.

So, what I hope to upload when I get access to a scanner is this, so far:
- a second picture of Vivian
- a birthday drawing for
- a birthday drawing for
- two or three "fliers" for the AAAAA
- photos of my kyanite

If I get it finished I might possibly have a ref sheet for Beatrix too! nωn So wish me luck, and for the soreness in my fingers and arms to go away quick so I can resume drawing. XP

-Rykela ΘωΘ

Hooray! I suppose I'll celebrate with a drawing...

ARTIST OF THE WEEK:

go check out  dewclawpaw He does lovely stuff for cheap, and he happens to be streaming tonight! I wish Wii Browser would let me watch. >.<

Also, congratulate Rykela, Beatrix and Vivian for joining 's Macro Defenders! Yayyyyy!