Having just finished my six-part story a few days ago, I figured it was finally time. All your support and kind words gave me encouragement that I might be good at this whole writing thing, so if you have story ideas you'd like a writer to put to the page, well, I'll try my best!

As I'm new to this whole thing, I'm not yet sure what I can or can't write about. The obvious stuff would be what I've written already: growth, macro, violent or wholesome themes (or mix of both!), NSFW or SFW... I'm willing to try my hand at all sorts of stories, but there may be certain topics I don't understand well enough to write well. Just hit me up with your story ideas and I'll try my best!

As for pricing, I'm currently going to work at $0.01 per word, i.e. $1 per 100 words. For reference, I write on average about 400 words per page, so a 10-page story would set you back roughly $40 (4000 words).

If you're interested, you can contact me through the notes here on FA, or through Discord/Telegram (links to them on my profile!). Don't worry, I don't bite (much)!

Hey, folks. I'm turning 30 today and there's some things I wanted to say. It's been a while since the last journal and it was a pretty depressing one, I'm glad to put that stuff behind me.

First off I wanna say thanks for your support and appreciation for the stories I wrote. It means a lot to me that so many of you have enjoyed and continue to enjoy them.

I started working on the last chapter last month, but since then I haven't made much progress because a great guy showed up in my life and I've dedicated pretty much all of my time to him... the big lug is asleep and cuddling me as I type this, heh. I was single and depressed for the longest time, I just wanna say for everyone who's feeling that hurt, I hope you can find someone who makes life really feel worth it. We all deserve it.

Besides that, my partner's also been helping me make sense of my furry identity. I saw myself as a fox, and Rasthi was only a character who embodied everything that gets me going, but the boyfriend liked me as a tiger because he saw that as a more confident version of me, and convinced me it's better this way. So while I still don't quite identify as Rasthi, I see myself as a white tiger too – only one with a little bit of fox inside. I'm still a little unsure how I'll be portraying myself in furry spaces going forward, but hopefully I'll make sense of it soon.

Anyway, I've rambled for long enough. Tldr, I'm happy, and... old, lol. Thank y'all for reading and supporting my writings, I wish y'all the best <3

Hey everyone. 2024 ends today and I just want to say, I hope the new year brings happier times with it, for everyone out there as well as myself.

This was by a long shot the worst year of my life. I don't say that lightly, I've been truly miserable for most of the year and still am. I remember posting on my (now defunct) twitter on January 1st about how "2024's gonna be good!" and wow did that fucking backfire. I wasn't doing well back then but it was nice to have hope that things would get better - and just when they seemed like they would, everything crumbled beneath me. I wish I could be as hopeful going into 2025 as I was last time, but the events of this year broke me on a level I'm not sure how I'll ever recover from... but I'll keep trying, of course. Who knows, hopefully some day I do.

2024 was full of very low points, but joining this site was not one of them. If anything, creating this account, this character, and writing three chapters of his story, that was the rare occasion where I had strength. Strength to do the things I'd wanted to do, and through that I even made a couple friends, who did make life a little easier and I'm so thankful for. The reception to those stories blew me away too, but now the longer I go on without continuing them (I still haven't started writing Ch.4, sorry...), the more I feel this pressure to deliver on people's expectations, even if I know that's all in my head.

I wanted to finish the story this year, but instead I decided to try and finish another long overdue project of mine by December. It's a massive undertaking, I made good progress on it but even that got thwarted by me deciding to give Marvel Rivals a try and suddenly becoming insanely addicted to it. Oh well. At least I'm having fun? Between that game, good times with friends, and my sports team doing very well, I've had enough distractions to feel okay most of the time. Still, though, I always end up feeling depressed and empty the moment those distractions go away.

I just want to be happy again... It won't happen overnight, I know. But I hope that 2025 can bring better times my way – I wanna say it couldn't possibly get worse than 2024, but knowing life, it very much could. Because for as bad as things have been for me this year, I know a lot of people go through worse. It can always get worse.

But it can also always get better. Let's just hope things do get better. It's hard to have hope in bleak times, but hope is what keeps us going, and I'm still going. And so are all of you. We all have hope.

Happy new year's.

It will take time. I know I said I'd try to get working on the next chapter quicker this time, but I've yet to get started on it. This is partly because I've been busy with other things, but mainly because I've been severely depressed.

The reception y'all have given to this series is greatly appreciated, it really is, but it's no replacement for company. And it's really hard to keep going when deep down you feel completely alone. In truth, each day been a struggle just to exist, let alone work on a kinky story when my brain can barely even think kinky thoughts.

So, all I ask of you is to be patient with me. The story will be completed eventually. And I really do appreciate all of you who have read them and who are reading this. Thank you.

Genuine question.
(maybe I'm just scared of people)

I'm tired.

Tired of putting on a happy face every day for people who don't care. Who sometimes say they care, maybe even think they do, but deep down, don't.

It's been so long, I can't help but feel like it'll just go on forever...

It's like... At some point during all of this, I was expected to have matured. To have taken my life into my own hands, live it by my rules. Make my own choices instead of dealing with the ones made for me. There's nothing I wanted more than that, but... I've never grown up. I feel like I can't grow up, like something about me is just inherently incapable of doing it. Maybe that's why I'm into macro/growth? It's a very literal representation of what I lack.

I've been depressed for a while now, and... I've been trying to get more things done recently, to expand my horizons a little more, to engage more with parts of me I previously repressed (like creating this account, for example)... I realize that everything I've been doing has been in search of meaning, in search of someone... But nothing comes of it. No matter what I do, I'm still alone. And things lose meaning very quickly when you're alone...

It hurts so much because... I've lived nothing. I've done nothing.

The world moved on, and I stood still.

All I see every day is people making something of their lives. Working towards their dreams, discovering new experiences, making bonds with others, just... generally living a life of meaning.

Mine is a life of meaninglessness.

I wish I could do something about it, but I feel genuinely inept at making something of my life. I just don't have the strength to keep up with what the world expects of me. I used to have more strength but even then it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

I'm not enough.

I don't know who I'm writing this to or what for... The simple truth is that no one cares. No one wants me around. And why would they? I just wear everyone down. I hurt anyone who ever gets close to me. I can't see how I add anything positive to anyone's lives.

Maybe I'm just writing this for myself, but I'm not sure whether it helps or just makes me feel worse...

To anyone who watched me for the stories I posted, I'm sorry to have bothered you with this crap today. But well, I did say I tried to infuse those stories with some personal meaning, and they did touch (admittedly briefly) on some of these feelings... Either way, yeah, I'm sorry...

I wish things were different. I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I had a life of meaning.

But that's the thing with me... I just wish.