I registered robocoonie.com on a whim almost a year ago. Up until this week, it was just redirecting to my bittergayman.com site. And since FA doesn't allow you to rename yourself for whatever convoluted and possibly archaic database reason (why isn't it an ID tied to the username instead of the username being a key somehow?), I'm stuck with ShinobiOkami from an era where I was fixated (sadly) on Naruto and being a wolf.

I digress. I have profiles floating everywhere. FA, DA, Twitter, YouTube, Twitch, Facebook, etc. I don't want to maintain a bazillion locations, and I'd rather work on my craft (that I ditched because of depression, but that's under control now). So, I will update here but not as frequently as I might on my own website.

Do what you want with this information. I know I don't have the level of fans that I used to in the early 2000s.

Hello unnecessary drama-mill, I see you're still at it.

That aside, I'm super worried about  lineage26 because we talk somewhat regularly. At least a few times a week. Problem is that I haven't heard from him since Monday, and I'm starting to worry because of where he works and how that company has chosen to handle COVID-19. I'm hoping he's just distanced from the internet or something and isn't sick or otherwise in some bad way. I'm just genuinely worried for my Bear-Bear friend and wish he or someone close to him would get in contact with me somehow.

There's a lot of shit going on, and I'm just worried about all of my friends, but Bear Bear (and separately, my BF cuz he's sick too with likely just a cold) is a big worry because I'm not used to him just being away from all communications to him for a solid week. Something is definitely wrong.

I hope he's alright, though.

It's basically about RoboCoonie's father Wolff and his bear buddy (  lineage26 's) Garras, and their misadventures in the rich, preppy bullshit Preston Academy for Worldly Scholars (PAWS). Along with a few others playing cameos along the way. There are designs in my gallery already. I'm heavily influenced by Ouran Academy, but the story is a spin on RPs and other things that Lineage26 and I do in our Telegram time. Updates a lot later. Working on the comic's website for now.

So I'm not here enough because I don't care about the creatives much anymore, but Sento was one of the first readers I had to my webcomic when it was active and a good RP fight buddy and friend and helped develop up my characters, and it's sad that he's gone from this world. Rest well good buddy.

It's just Anubis being stupid in the dark, dancing around his room.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDmQK-5pSfw

*lick your nose*

*run away*

My Anubis, it's been a LOOOOOONG time since I logged into FA.

Let's see. Got a new job that I love. I gained 15 lbs, and I hate that. But, working on dropping it still. Trainer and I are hitting the gym harder now, but I'm recovering from a lung infection again, so I'm not 100% into the boxing training right now. But I'm trying to be a sexy coonie again, so I really want to drop weight and at least get back to a nice fight weight again. I really miss the ring. And the gym. And, well, you know, the smell of other men.

Oh, and I decided I should start drawing again. I have been drawing again. Drew an otter. Drew my coonie. Drew Sharkie in a speedo. And drew Anubis being annoyed that his jockstrap wasn't fitting for some reason. Figure I should definitely draw more Sharkie. I want to work on Anubis and his new husband, Wolfsbane too. They are a sexy couple and they definitely begged to be drawn. I also miss all the RP sex, so if you wanna, you've got my Notes. 18+ please, though.

AND Robocoonie is dating! I've been dating another coonie for about a month or so, and I'm so in deep like with him. He's a cutie coonie and I like playing with his coonie tummy. So many coonie things we do together. Chirr!

And I guess I'm starting a webcomic again soon. It's gonna be a mixed world of humans and furries based around a group of peeps that are totally into running con ops for fan-run sci-fi and anime conventions. Such a treat! Mainly I just want to draw some coonies and bears and doggies.

So, yeah. Maybe I'll log in again in the future and start uploading things again. Oh and I bought a Macbook Pro for some reason. Mostly programming reasons.

He's getting a fursuit so I have to make some of his robotics more fursuit friendly.

Actually, he might get a slight redesign to make him closer to my actual body type other than being the sexy bodybuilder god he is. Smexy coon-coon. So, if I stop being unemployed and get my new job, I'll hopefully have a new fursuit for FurCon 2015.

We'll see.

I've decided to spin off Anubis from my old webcomic nobody read and give him his own thing. Working on his redesigned look. Mostly, I'm darkening his fur, adding his delicious fur-tattoos, making him a little beefier and giving him a sexy werewolf-husband. I'm pulling him out of the universe I created for him in "Eccentricity 1.0" and giving him his own edge, following loosely on Egyptian mythology, but mostly falling on the delightful delciousness of a muscular half-naked always pissed off omnisexual (but mostly gay) god of the dead and his many adventures in the underworld mythology I've interpreted for him. If anything, it's just the chance to see Anubis in his half-naked glory all the time. And puppies.

Still in planning stages...I'm trying to figure our what hosting platform I'll be using on the web as I hate ComicPress.

coonie.

Also, I ordered new MMA bag gloves, so yay!

New avatar of me. I'm a coonie! *chirr*

I are coonie.
I steal shinies.
I'm half-shiny.
I steal myself.

*chirr*

*giggles*

I know it's a shiba inu wearing men's designer clothing, but I see a real life furry.

http://mensweardog.tumblr.com/post/.....ol-herringbone

And come on, isn't that the most charming picture of a shiba inu ever?

I'm tired of those fuckers that say that just because I'm not competitively fighting, I'm not a fighter. Fuck you. I train 5 days a week for 2 hours a day and have the whole strict diet and other crap I hate doing just so I can learn to properly fight too. Just because I won't step into a ring with any other guy other than my sparring partner and my trainer doesn't mean that I'm any less of a fighter than you are.

Stop calling me a poser. Better yet, come here and call me that.

Okay, I'm done. Off to IKEA!

...I'mm'a sniff your nose. *sniff nose*

1) My Birthday passed on Tuesday. This coonie is a VERY SHINY 31. :3

2) I've been on a cruise for the past five days. This coonie is also VERY horny. Gonna go stare at cute boys on ship.

*sniffs you, tail wag*

I saw so many coonies this weekend. And sadly, one dead one on the 101, but I like to think that it was just lounging in the middle of the freeway.

COON!!

Anyway, watch a short of me driving to work:
https://vimeo.com/51094358

Shiro: *running around giggling like an idiot, sits on the ground and pulls a cookie from his pocket* COOKIE!! *noms*

Really, what did you think it would be? Anyway, I found a mazapan cookie in my lunch bag today at work so this made me very happy. I'm still coughing from being sick last week, but I'm happy to be back at work. And I'm kind of starting to draw again, so there's that. I return to my boxing training tomorrow, and I started dating again. Yay me!

Bruce: *slowly scooches closer to his coonie* Cookie for me? *scoots closer*

My trainer hurt his wrist over the weekend having his own little boxing bout somewhere. I swear, that man. Anyway, I've drawn him as a cute (and buff) rottie, but you no get to see because I misplaced the sketchbook somewhere in my room. I think it's on top of my cabinet, but I'm not sure.

Shiro: *notices his sharkie and gives him a big hug, pulls another cookie out and gives it to his sharkie* YES, COOKIE!! *licks his sharkie's tummy*

Bruce: *smiles and eats the cookie, giggling from Shiro's tummy licks*

Also, Shiro's in a glompy-huggy mood. So, watch out. He's been seen running around in his red KOON undies, hugging and nuzzling people.

Bruce: *wearing a red speedo he didn't want to wear and a "SHARKIE" t-shirt Shiro got him, carrying a picnic basket on the beach and an umbrella...and Shiro.*

Shiro: *giggling happily, wearing his little black speedo and a "KOONIE" t-shirt, carrying blankets and holding onto Bruce's thick sharkie neck*

Bruce: *sets down Shiro, the basket and the umbrella, then proceeds to pull off his t-shirt* I don't like wearing this shirt, coonie. *folds it nicely and sets it down on the blankets Shiro arranged*

Shiro: *pouts* Aww, but it looks cute on you. It's okay, you're sexy shirtless anyway. TAIL! *plays with his fluffy coonie tail*

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Anyway, I'm at home sick with a fever and runny nose and coughing and aching, so I can't go to the beach or my boxing training. *pout*

Shiro: *sitting on his sharkie* SHARKIE SHARKIE sharkie sharkie.

Bruce: *asleep*

Shiro: *snuggles into his sharkie's thick muscular body* sharkie nose boop *boops his nose*

Bruce: *wakes up, eyes focus on Shiro, curls him up into his thick tree-trunk arms, goes back to sleep*

Shiro: Mmmff! *muffled, but goes sleepies*

"might be leaving FA", "DA is boring", "Closing my Facebook", "I don't understand Twitter". Geez, you people
and your drama about things. If you're thinking of doing it, do it. You just want to be talked out of something by everyone else. But, if you're just going to come back six months later and reopen your accounts, just disappear for six months. It's so damn fucking annoying to see those journal entries.

"I hate Timeline", well, then fuck off. Guess what, you've hated everything else FB changes and still stuck around. Yes, FB makes the stupidest design decision seemingly based on throwing ideas at a dart board, but guess what? It was founded by techie dudes with little concept of good social design.

"What's Twitter for?" Whatever the fuck you want it for. It's micro-blogging at best. If you truly don't want to Tweet, you don't have to.

"I just have some drama on FA/DA." Yes, well, guess what? You probably called upon that drama. I just block people when they're being tards. There, drama over. And, I'm generally an asshole, so I'm kind of unaffected by drama.

Anyway, who wants a fucking cookie? Also, I'm redrawing Bruce, my (gifted to me character from  kaiphaze) great white sharkie since I've described him to others as a massive, hulking, rock-hard, bodybuilder type boxer shark and I really want to draw this sexiness...being really passive and cute with Shiro while both are snuggling and reading a book.

And both Shiro & his sharkie are available for RP. I just ask that you be over 18 for RP sessions of any kind. I will ask, and I will be mad if you lie to me.

Well, F5. I changed to the coonie.

I have purchased goodies from IKEA. And I'm 6 lbs lighter. Yay!

This is why I don't do sexy commissions.

Fuck you, kids, lying about your age. Stop that shit now. If you're under 18, I'm not dealing with you. RP, drawings, commissions of an adult nature, no. I'm an adult, and I don't want to participate in anything illegal with any of your under-18 kids. If I find out you're underage, I'm blocking you. That's it. On here, on my furry FB account, everywhere. It's not forgivable, it's not a laughing matter, I'm completely serious.

Stop lying about your age. You're only making it hard on the adult friends that you want to have.

I don't do adult commissions as is, but I have "mature" drawings. Ugh, this is fucking annoying. There's a reason why the Terms of Service are there, and it's not to keep you youngins out. It's mostly to protect the site and its adult users from idiotic children.

I'm not sure of her actual age, but I know it was in the latter 90s. Like my grandfather, she had many children and contributed to the bigness of our family. Unlike my other great-aunt, she was caring and nurturing. She created sweets and treats to sell to the neighborhood to support her family, and often gave out these same treats for free to the local children and her family. She was lively and spirited until her health turned, and was relocated to Los Angeles from Mexico. She passed this evening, quietly in her sleep, from nothing more than old age, surrounded by her eldest daughters.

She was a great woman, and I will miss her very much. At least she joins my grandfather who passed earlier this year in March.

I shouldn't be listening to The Poxy Boggards "Why Are You Crying" while I write this.