I love to start projects and then not work on them.

The reality of things is I am an art hobbyist with adhd and a full time job.

The comic, skill gain, is not a dead project, but I'm at a sort of roadblock with it internally that I am not ready to force. That is definitely going to be a long term project and may not be as interesting to keep up with as it's released due to how long it can be between updates.

Almost all of my characters have some kind of relationship if not with each other, then with the world(s) they inhabit, or at the very least, myself. It all can seem like one big huge project to me sometimes, but I don't often portray it as such, beyond putting my characters in scenes with each other.

Jonas and Traxx are my gay boys who exist in the same world and country as Beth and Jackie, even though they take up wildly different roles. Normally it wouldn't make sense to have them interact, but my brain is like "It would be so funny if the gold star gay and the borderline misanthropic lesbian became friends because they're both on the same car forum". It's almost hard for me not to connect everything like that because it always makes it seem more interesting when everyone has some kind of 7 steps from Kevin bacon with each other.

I'm going through some crazy breakthroughs with early lore, why the furries exist and why they have figments of humanity (justifying the world being written by a human on earth) stuff. So that's taking up a lot of my head space.

On top of that I'm really working on putting out the first part of the journey Jackie and her mate Zack have. Its a thing that's existed in the lore for forever, but I've never really delved into it much. It was really hard for me to put myself into the heads of two people in their late 20s coming together and trying to have a family after being separated for years. Now that I'm almost 30 it's still daunting, but I feel like I can do better.

I know it always bummed people out that I had Jackie leave her life of helpless self-indulgence with Beth to go back to Zack after he returns home, nobody cares, she's a kink gratification character, I get it.

But it was always super important to me, and I always wanted to try to depict it in a way that would be satisfying to me at the very least.

A lot of my characters go through arcs that force them to reckon with incredibly indulgent lifestyles and questionable coping skills, which isn't usually what the people trying to jerk off care about, but I've been with these characters in my head for so long that they're more than that to me. It's hard to not put pressure on myself to be perfectionist about these depictions, but the more time goes on the more I realize I need to get these concepts, these relationships, and these character dynamics out there, and in front of people, instead of just keeping it in my head and slowly drip feeding it through subtext and offhanded snippets of text.

That being said I also have a super fun indulgent fic I've been editing and messing with. That's probably coming out before the above thing, but I'm not gonna pretend I know anything anymore.

Basically I'm doing a ton of shit at the same, have a ton of things already sort of happening, I'm not getting paid for any of it (I don't wanna get paid for any of it, if this was my job I'd hate it).

I should probably get my surface up and running again. My phone is doing fine for the little doodles here and there to keep me in shape, but even once I'm in the groove, sketchbook can be so annoying, but it's so much better than any other android app I've found for the Samsung galaxy note 20 (If you have any suggestions I'd take them, but Krita doesn't work, and I don't like iBispaintX or whatever.)

I also have to invent so many fucking cars because my stupid ass is so fucking stupid oh my god why did I do this why am I like this. I've been keeping track of them with cherry trees which is not what you're supposed to use that program for but IT LETS ME LINK NODES TOGETHER WHICH IS SO HELPFUL FOR KEEPING TRACK OF STUPID SHIT. I don't know enough about cars to do this LMAO.

If I had any advice I'd say don't try to do the grand theft auto thing for cars in your universe and just be a vague wet noodle about any specifics, but no, I need to be like "Yeah I'm pretty sure I need Beth to drive an EG civic but Honda doesn't exist in this universe so I need to invent a reason why there's a market for a small 2 door cheap sport hatchback at this time and place and then also I have to make a great value Honda civic and this is all only to satisfy my stupid car pervert brain. Nobody even cares about that pervert brain, everyone only cares about the BDSM feederism brain.

In conclusion, everyone who participates in motorsports has basically commodified their edging kink, and I will die on that hill.

I am spending so much of my free time playing no man's sky ok love u bye

https://www.myabandonware.com/game/.....-francisco-ygs

That's pretty funny.

If you've never played it before you should its really fucking funny.

I am making it 65 degrees and sunny in Wisconsin I just need to think REALLY hard and it will come true. Trust.

EVER SINCE I CAME BACK TO THIS WEBSITE HOWEVER MANY YEARS ITS BEEN IVE BEEN SLOWLY OR FASTLY MAKING MY WAY THROUGH MY FURAFFINITY SUBMISSIONS AND I MADE IT THROUGH ALL OF THEM AND SEEING BLANK NOTHING NEXT TO MY PROFILE PICTURE ON THE TOP OF THE WEBSITE IS SOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIRDDD.

I fucking love furry art and furry art that is porn and ref sheets and things people make and shapes and sounds and the grass and trees :3

I got a bunch of stuff deleted, so if they don't feel comfortable with me being there as a kink artist without any shame, I'm perfectly fine not participating.

Sucks for all the ppl with ocs i had bookmarked, but oh well. Not dealing with it. Vibes based content moderation is really lame.

plz artfight me i need to draw ocs you dont understand.

the easiest way for me to draw your oc is to follow me on artfight and have an oc i want to draw because I look at all my followers profiles lmao.

https://artfight.net/~SketchyGenet

like

scientifically is it possible for me to do this

It's hard right now. We're trying not to hyperfocus on difficulties we can't affect while simultaneously we are not letting our guard down.

I'm uploading a lot more sketches recently because I've been sketching a lot more recently. It's very good for me to be able to sit down for like half an hour wherever I am and draw something on my phone. So that's productive.

I have so many things I need to do like clean my room and fix the hole in my wall and fix the radiator fan on my motorcycle and finish 800 different things i started and

im very sleepy.

I hate routine so much, but I need it to survive. I saw the beginning of the incredibles and it affected my psyche forever. I don't want to just be a cog in the machine and its extremely difficult to avoid it.

And yet I'm sort of out here doing it. Barely. I need to go to bed earlier. Like. For real actually.

It's hard to hold it together, my job takes an emotional toll on me, but being a human with adhd also takes an emotional toll on me so i guess im kind of used to it.

I'm isolating more in real life, I think missing both TFF and FWA this year really fucked me up about it so it probably feels worse than it is.

Furry Migration is in september, I'm probably gonna go to that for at least a day.

I was hoping maybe anthrocon plans would land in my lap and I could have an excuse to drive my cool car to pennsylvania, but that hasn't really materialized, but my aunt has property in the northwoods and we all usually congregate up there around the 4th of july, so i won't be too bored. (That's where I did like 80% of my artfights last year) (I'm probably not gonna do that again unless someone really badgers me to)

Anyone go to Chicago Pride? I want to. I want to be a big funny doggy. I big funny doggy need belly rubbed.

I really need ppl to hang out with, so if you're going and you wanna say hi or something i would love that actually.

ok love you bye

ER MA GERHD

I am twenty nine yearz olde.

For my birthday I want links to cool pics.

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I must now commence operation get-your-life-together-before-you-turn-thirty

As a result I will sing at least twice as much in complete sobriety.

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Took off work today to clean my apartment and car. Hope I find my wallet! :)

go

ooh eeh ooh aah aah sparky fillin in for da sketcho todaee

dey are really feelin rough around da wedges cuz of sbubstens use (weed stoner) and also just da genral staet of dings.

well let me tell u

dey said dey are writin up a thing in a plot and dey may make a new furredfinity page for it or dey might not dey havent thot yet of it, so , s squess stay tooned for dat one boios.

on a relative note have yall seen how many frikken calories are in a single dang pasta noodle i swear to grek you cant eat a single one of those until you blow up into smothereenz like squadword in dat one webisode of spongch bobpe.

i hope to one day that one of you realizes that it it truly imperative to find da art within instead of da based gratefiction you get from seeing your fetish depict.

over and out, sparky sparklefox toontown an bass ador

Yall. This year has been crunching me up into a ball.

I'm an ADHD user wrought with self sabotage and a very dangerous (for someone like me) special interest.

That being said, I'm still trucking, I'm not fully lost to arrogance/ignorance yet.

Hoping the weather starts to get nice soon so I can spend more time outside, something that both inspires me creatively and actually gives me back more energy when I spend time and energy on it.

Work feels like it's draining my soul but in reality it's a balance that I need to keep. I'd rather be doing the job I'm doing right now than something else, as much as it stresses me out.

I have so much ambition and so many half-started projects and things, but honestly instead of having that fact stress me out, I find it enjoyable that I have so many options to turn to when I need a creative outlet.

Nobody has any expectations for me, and if you do, good luck with that lol.

The next big step I'm trying to push myself through is actually going to bed at night so I don't end up even more tired than I need to be as a result of the procession of time and events.

Well.

We'll see anyways.

The stoners that play Atlyss and the stoners that play CarXDrift Racing Online are not as different as you would expect.

hhhhghggggggggggggglglggllrrr

https://bsky.app/profile/sketchygenet.yarf.world (this may be broken for a minute bear with me)

okay perverts you can look at my belly and behold my belch power now outside of telegram i dont give a fuck anymore

LOL

Having to push fattened up, jiggling thighs up into his heavy, doughy apron of a stomach just to haul his fat ass around, slow moving, wheezing, panting, muscles aching. But he'll eat, and eat, and eat, until that soft doughy double belly distends at the top to it's taut limits, desperately and helplessly swelling his fat hips wider and more cumbersome.

Chugging viscous calorie shakes, friction keeping his hips wiggling and shifting. Forcing down 50,000 calories in one day, shuddering and climaxing between his own legs from the weight of his fat stomach on top of them. Again.

He doesn't care about anything else, sure he has hobbies, but if there's food available he'll eat. He'll eat until either all the food is out of reach, or he can't keep his eyes open anymore.

A stout femme man who only goes up to your waist putting himself through the kind of caloric onslaught one would impose on someone larger than yourself. Often so full you can see each horny gulp he pounds down bulge his stomach further out.

Daydreaming about having every centimeter of his doughy body touched and groped as he's hand-fed into unconsciousness for the 10th night in a row...

If all of that goo is really just some kind of massive unicellular being?
If you cut it directly in half which half would be the real one? or would they both be sentient?
Would it posses two different consciousnesses? How would it???

Should you really be eating that much of it? Could you stop if you wanted to?

Cuddling with Ash would be pleasant but kind of uncanny, like, they can move and are generally pretty solid to touch at a reasonable size, like they seem generally pretty person-ish when they are trying to, but they don't breathe, or make any unconscious movement.
So it would be equal parts warm and fluffy and soft and cozy but also eerily quiet without any breathing or heartbeat, only whatever viscous movement can be heard over your own internal sounds.

Are there implications for eating it?!
You're absorbing the entirety of that matter into your body and having the matter itself be Ash, possessing their consciousness and feelings and personality and emotions all at once. But then the possibility that maybe that consciousness doesn't go away even when it's absorbed into your body (as fat cells).

I bet it would sound really good churning away carbon based matter into more of itself. That's usually what I'm trying to depict when I draw Ash shoving an entire cake into themselves.
They don't NEED to use their mouth, even if they find the aesthetic of gulping something down stimulating.
I have characterized Ash as an Individualistic and aesthetic-driven person.
They like to get immersed in acting out the form they're taking even though they don't need to. They could take the form of a normal dog and try to walk on two legs, but they find it much more interesting to use the shape they're taking as it's intended.
The semisolid nature of the matter means Ash could potentially mimic a skeletal and muscular structure of some sort, but saying Ash can take the shape of a dog and then walk like a dog without having to think too hard about it pleases me.

Ash really is just a fuzzy mass of opaque white something. The black fuzz scales to the size of their form. I imagine it would feel like a thick velvet. Not quite fur, but not quite smooth. Like a skin that sort of naturally separates the goop from air except for where they want it not to. (eyes, nose, ears, mouth etc.)

They can feel but it's different. It's more like every inch of them is receptive to touch in an "am i touching something? Y/N" sense. So it's not like they can't feel, but the sensation of touch wouldn't be as intense for them as it is for us. Part of their desire for physical intimacy is a matching desire to feel a more intense touch sensation. The closeness and touching is still emotional to them.

Ash needs to be careful how much of themselves they feed to someone at once because of their fattening nature alone. Not like you would blimp up to immobility in one night... probably... that would take a few months... probably...

Seamus gets to cheat by being the size of a middleschooler.

Ash hopping between random relationships with people, unlocking new cosmetic options for themselves, leaving a trail of various states of overweight friends in their wake.

If it's all somehow magically psychically connected, not saying it is, but if it is all still one organism, do you think it would be feeling everyone else's thoughts, or would it be able to make everyone else feel it's thoughts?

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Put yourself in the paws of someone laying on their back and having Ash crawl on top of them,
they're appearing heavily obese,
you're imagining that weight on yourself.

Ash gradually gets slimmer and slimmer as more of them goes into you, and you get bigger, and heavier, every bit resulting in an abnormally visible gain.

At some point you realize how gentle they're being when you realize how strong they have to be to move all the mass they heave on top of you around so effortlessly...

https://static1.squarespace.com/sta.....hefog_komp.pdf

I'm not asking.

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Disassociated, trying not to think and failing. Soft pawpads brushing through hair and against fur, touching intimately against a face.

Quiet breathing, heavy air. The thought that something should be said but an emotional rejection of recognition and acceptance.

Hands running down a soft figure, trying to feel. The familiarity seeps into numbness.

Throat raw. Eyes weighty. Arms wrapping around ones self.

No substitute for presence can be had alone.

This is what you get for not letting yourself cry when you need to.

Continuing to run paws from chest down to belly desperately.

Drowning in the numbness. But we know what feeling is like. We say we miss it but we get in our own way.

I just want to feel good.

Pretending I know what I should be doing instead.

Lamenting our acts of self kindness instead of experiencing them as they happen.

But we're trying so, fucking hard.

Trying so hard to feel not alone in my own mind, and then feeling afraid when it works.

Feeling so numb you can almost convince yourself those paws aren't your own, appreciating what you've done.

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Roll Cage

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Sling Shot

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Hi, how are ya.

As you can see my sketchy is activated, and currently the product of my mind is being channeled through a samsung galaxy note 20 smart device using art software that I don't like very much but know how to use too well from like 2013.

This is mostly because I keep forgetting to pick up an ethernet cable for the linux pc I was doing krita with a cintiq. That's been like a since before christmas sort of quandry. (I have this problem where I will just take my friend's old hardware they have no use for because I can use it to fuck around with linux and not feel bad if I accidentally cause software gore, I originally got a friend's old pc to use as a media server, but accidentally starting using it as an art computer instead)

And my damn surface pro forgor how to wifi adapter and I'm too lazy to reinstall debian on it. and I wish that thing didn't suck so bad I'm so sad.

So I'm doodling on da phone and in da skontchbooks so I don't rust.

This is okay.

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Vote in the comments below how you think I should start on my new years resolution which is to make Sparky gain at minimum 20 lbs. (She is 20 lbs) (The average american vixen weighs about 10 lbs) (We will not need to try hard)

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Email me pictures of your fursona's feet at sketchygenet[at]gmail.com if you want I guess

https://youtu.be/RfmvalEnaZs?si=g6mZF1Ix8wT4ucKd

This shit rocks.