Realest furmeet ever I'm very wrong about Madison.

https://www.tumblr.com/sparkelfox

I dunno how she has the stamina

https://www.twitch.tv/forktailedfox

gmaming

https://store.steampowered.com/app/.....Rally_Circuit/

ska rally game for the sega saturn or something

add me on steam and beat my times thx

https://s.team/p/fjc-kvqp/gpngnvvt

with beans or no beans

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.

Well. My name is Sketchy. I mean-

No haha,

I used to have full service csp ex on my surface pro 3 for like 6 years or some shit, got a surface pro 8, and within a year windows 11 ate itself and the whole thing won't even boot.

I don't wanna fucking pirate windows 10, I definitely don't wanna pay for windows 10, and I CERTAINLY don't want to ever have to use a device with fucking windows 11 on it again. (my Thinkpad came with windows 11 installed and that's what made me even learn how to do a Linux netbook)

I just wanna throw Debian on it because there is a specific version of Linux for freaks like me who want to install it on surface devices. And people say it retains full pen functionality.

And krita is pretty cool. I would 100% prefer csp if they weren't suddenly so concerned about profit for their wildly successful product. But I know how it is. Everything needs to make more profit forever at any cost. So fuck that I guess. (I miss it every day)

I have a cintiq 16 connected to another random Linux computer I got from a friend to use as a server, but I'll be honest when I'm tied to a desktop pc it gets really hard for me to do things the way I did before especially with the really indulgent stuff.

What made the mobile tablet work so well for me was I could get a (horny) idea and capitalize on it before it left my brain.

That's why most of the smut I've been making has been just doodling using sketchbook on my phone. (i used to have a Samsung tablet I would use for art from like 2014-2015 and it's basically the same process but smaller screen and I'm too lazy to manually color with sketchbook because I'm one of those paint bucket artists [that's why I like never shade shit])

ANYWAYS my point is I've been dragging on this process of trying to rehabilitate my 1000 dollar Microsoft paper weight so I can use it for art again because I keep hitting little speed bumps and then putting it off for too long because adhd is just so cool like that and I sometimes feel like I barely have any concept of object permanence.

I need to just get a FUNCTIONING flash drive (I do not know how I don't have one and the one I do isn't functioning anymore) put fucking Linux on it, and plug it into my dumb tablet and hopefully it does the thing.

I hate wrestling with things that are mildly annoying because of the stupid dopamine reception disorder that only wants me to jerk off and smoke weed all day every day. It takes most of my willpower to focus on the things I need to do to live so doing little things like this that are slightly annoying to deal with get de-prioritized really easy even though this is like an hour max of work and it would enrich my life significantly.

ANYWAYS.

I love how the moment I set the expectation of "I will update skill gain monthly" I immediately didn't.

It's not dead I actually have a plan but you'll just have to be patient I guess.

The most powerful people on the internet are patience fans.

It squeezes my ass when I sit on it.

I truly am living up to myself.

Not art.

I am a chronic poster.

Not actually browsing the site much but I'm gonna kinda use this as a blog I can show people at cons as a way to keep up with me.

As you can see I'm taking it very seriously.

https://bsky.app/profile/sketchoyed.bsky.social

Also my linktree is updated.

https://artfight.net/~SketchyGenet
I also am posting these to my art channel in discord if you cant log in to artfight.

I ATTAC

https://artfight.net/attack/6099570.....ly-battle-pose
https://artfight.net/attack/6110956.....eam-of-burrito
https://artfight.net/attack/6121330.ace
https://artfight.net/attack/6132074.....ed-velvet-cake
https://artfight.net/attack/6223658.gubbles
https://artfight.net/attack/6255746.catie
https://artfight.net/attack/6313517.crocoyena
https://artfight.net/attack/6321000.blockhead
https://artfight.net/attack/6333820.ava
https://artfight.net/attack/6627683.....er-showing-off
https://artfight.net/attack/6643050.diamond
https://artfight.net/attack/6660345.adelyn
https://artfight.net/attack/6679231.boof
https://artfight.net/attack/6683800.....y-detective-tm
https://artfight.net/attack/6728171.....ion-ring-queen
https://artfight.net/attack/6755416.haley
https://artfight.net/attack/6769945.samantha


THEY dFEND
https://artfight.net/attack/6420120.pooch
https://artfight.net/attack/6820216.soft-wolfie-3


Has it ever been explained why nobody simply leaves the fucking outback or is it implied there is no more ocean anymore or something?

Anyways Tails could build an airplane out of some dead guys and a lawn mower probably so I'd go with him I guess.

I think it's funny when someone changes as a person and gets so embarrassed that they used to be younger they feel like they need to delete that entire part of themselves out of fear of anyone knowing/remembering it ever existed.

Like it's different if you're one of those people that went through an immensely mean spirited no empathy problematic phase, I'm talking more about the cringe word.

Seeing past me makes me feel good about where I am now, and frankly whenever I see something cringe that I've done or made in the past it usually just makes me laugh.

Laughing at my own jokes whether they were ever meant to be jokes in the first place is a skill I've evolved over years of trying to make let's play content, obscene pornography, and cognitive behavioral therapy.

Though lately on the art side of things my actual art doesn't make me go "my God what the heck" so much as my narrative commentary will. And I'm sure in 2 years this journal will make me go "sketchy this was during your no posting era this is just posting but on fa" but what am I gonna do, not post every single thought I have on the internet for everyone to see? (I've been doing GREAT at this unironically actually.)

Anyways.

Skill Gain is a thing. It's part of the reason I've been practicing sketching more. I've had ambitious ideas for Ember and Sprite for years and honestly this just seems like the best route to take with them in terms of me actually following through with any sort of commitment.

Thx hope I win.

Art is an expression of a feeling. A translation of thought to physical image. I miss feeling like that was a universal sentiment. Maybe I'm just gaslighting myself and it never was.

If you create, don't let a perceived group consciousness dictate what you make.

And for fucks sake divert some of your passion away from what makes you feel icky and put it towards what makes you feel good. I'm tired of seeing so many people projecting their guilt or disgust onto anyone they feel deserves it with zero nuance.

People on the intent called me a pedophile for not being a cis straight guy growing up and it makes me so fucking mad to constantly see that same emotional reactionary culture war bullshit constantly surrounding me in the place I went to escape it to begin with.

I keep thinking maybe at the very least furries of all people would learn not to make broad sweeping generalizations about people that are different than them but I keep feeling like we are going backwards.

And I'm not talking about the 16 year olds on Twitter who people love to dunk on for having shit takes. I'm talking about people my age. I'm 28 and horrified to mingle with my peer group because I never know when someones gonna find me off putting enough to write me off as an undesirable and warn their friends I'm a creep.

That was the whole fucking point of the fandom for me. Growing up you either had to conform or fend for yourself. And now I feel almost exactly the same again.

I'm not going to commodify my hobby, I'm not going to reign in what I make, I'm not gonna echo the battle cry of the culture war that was literally used against me and my friends, and honestly my resilience fatigue is at a point where I just don't wanna fucking see it anymore.

I'm not on social media at all anymore because its so depressing my brain will use it to farm emotional release in a negative feedback loop.

I want to create stuff. I have ambition. But none of it is for anyone but me.

I enjoy the attention people give me for my smut but I never feel like I can motivate myself to put enough effort into something I know people won't jack off to.

Sorry, depression has been eating me. It just feels like I'm waiting to be ostracized from the fandom for some perceived morality thought crime, or the wrong people finding me and deciding I'm too off putting to be left in peace.

Type in the comment box below what oc YOU want to see sketchy genet draw.*







*sketchy genet is under no obligation to do anything under any circumstances

happy pride, I hope you fuck or get fucked or dont fuck or meditate or whatever you need to do this month!11

I was at the supermarket with a friend. I felt like I was a toddler because I was so short I couldn't have reached half the things high up on shelves if I was there by myself. My friend (an irl friend no names) was also their fursona but it was a weird dream version of their fursona that wasn't exactly on model, but I could tell it was them. My belly was already so fat that I could feel it spilling out of the bottom of my shirt, and I felt really embarassed. For some reason I was still at at an irl grocery store full of human people. I got a couple dirty looks from other shoppers and was starting to feel really tired and embarrassed because of how big my belly was. I think a little kid saw me and asked his mom if I was pregnant. Lol. My friend told me I was doing so good and she started rubbing my belly in public, and teased me by holding up gallons of milk to my stomach to measure how many she had to buy. Like so many things were off model about the dream but I remember really getting the sense that I was very small and like, my friend and the gallons of milk felt really large to me at that size even though I was so pudgy.

There was no transition from this moment to feeling like I was suddenly way fatter than I was before, still standing. I don't really know where we were, stuff started to happen really fast. I felt super horny but helpless as she fed me an unperceptable amount of cream filled donuts. I remember feeling like every gulp was super heavy because of the cream, and being surprised that I was still able to keep swallowing without any difficulty.

She fed me until I felt my tummy started to sit on the ground in front of me, back aching so bad that I could barely stand. I could feel weird dream aches in my muscles but my stomach itself didn't feel anything other than heavy. It all started to become a blur. My friend kissed my cheek and told me she wanted to push me on my back and see how long it'd take me to be able to stand again after she was finished. I remember sitting on the floor and feeling my belly spilled really far forward, doughy on the bottom but a beach ball sized, mega dense and heavy dome at the top from how full I was.

Then I remember vague compliments, just endless eating, feeling my belly getting bigger somehow even though it was already inconceivably big for something that felt like it started rather grounded. She told me it was cute how it was getting harder for me to breathe and it felt like my brain couldn't figure out how to transition to something else, and I ended up waking up.

I don't normally get super vivid fursona dreams like this but it happens every once in a while, I definitely don't remember being Seamus in a dream often, and it's one of those things where I look back on it and know my brain was trying to make me feel like I was Seamus, but it's not like I could rotate the dream image of seamus in my head. I just remember seeing a really big pale cream belly, and feeling like how he looks in my head haha. By the end it was way more incoherent feeling than when we were shopping I think I just remember taking a big heavy gulp every few minutes but feeling my body getting gradually and progressively fatter and fatter the whole time until I was cartoonishly big.

I wish I could make this happen on purpose but alas.

Been feeling very Seamus lately.

Hedonistic glutton just trying to be soft and comfy despite whatever predicament he may find himself in.

Very epic for people who enjoy a short chubby feminine guy.

Very sadge for anyone who is repulsed by a short chubby feminine guy.

I think it about evens out.

"Hi yes, this is Barles Checko from The News and I'm talking to Prarie Station resident Darrel Elkliegh. Now. You told us over the phone 'my friend blew away in the wind after he serendipitously turned into a rubber inflatable pool toy.' The boys at the station have two questions for you. What in reality are you talking about? And where is your friend now?"

"Uhh.. Thanks Chucko. UH yeah. So. Yeah. We are just out in da back ya know? Doin some beers, we was laughin at some shit they were sayin on da radio and my friend Nate was like 'Whoa, Darrel, I think something is happening to me!' And I honestly thought he was still smellin his beer but yeah no I looked at him and sure enough dude look like he's turning into a parade ornament! He's already one of dem sparkly colorful dudes so it was really subtle at first! Then I thought maybe I was da one going silly on us because he started gettin all strange and went and we ended up filling him with helium!"

"You're saying your friend turned into a balloon and so you started filling him with helium?"

"Bud listen to what I'm sayin man, I was drunk off my ass lookin at dis guy, he's like. Over da Moon about dis shit happening to him. I seen him get about as big as yer feckin van bud im telling ya, I'm just sittin there because what's a guy gonna do right? Ok. Whatever. DEN dis feckin GUST of a breeze comes through man and dude just flies all every which way out of my backyard man! I'm like freakin out cause my friend is flyin away and I never even see where he goes cause I'm laid out on my ass ya know man?"

"So you don't know where he is now?"

"Dude. Not a figment man."

"What uh. What are you going to do now?"

"Well Chuck I wanted to call da news cuz I figure if anyone sees a big frickin weird parade float lookin guy up in the sky they can tell me! Fredi said if he's really a balloon den he's gonna float up and up until da air pressures or some shit get him some way he'll bust and fall back down to the ground! Den I guess I just gotta find em and figure out how to make him into a real guy again yknow?"

"Well you heard him folks, Prarie Station is experiencing westernly winds, so if you're anywhere west of Midthistle County, if you see anything that sounds like what he's talking about call our tip line which you can find on the new information page on our website. In the mean time I'm going to try to find Darrel's dealer and see how much he's charging."

Feel free to just follow the art channel in my server for a reliable repository of my stuff. You don't gotta interact or anything if you don't want to.

Furaffinity is super fun to use until some guy with an orbital cannon starts looking at you.

Fly home at 10 tomorrow, can't wait to hug my cat.

I wish I could say I came out of this energized with ideas for art but honestly this was just a really chill vacation. I needed it!! :3

Don't know what my next con will be, I'm assuming MFF.

I had fun. Everyone who came up and said hi made my afternoon!!! Gonna upload the doodles I did soon. Some of them are really cute.

If you wanna meet up note me or telegram msg sketchygenet.

I'm a freak like that <3

I'm sitting on the floor near the sky bridge to the Hilton on Marquis level. I'm wearing a blue and gray t-shirt and gray leggings with a brown leather flat cap. Gonna doodle in a sketchbook for a while.

You might need to get my attention i have earbuds in blasting total science volume 2 because dnb is my cure for human sensory overload apparently (???)

I'm wearing a Seamus badge.

Dunno how long I'm gonna be here. I just kinda wanna people watch and vibe right now :3

Super Traxxas 2x4 The Baja 2000


https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
If This Website Let Me Embed Pictures In Journals This Is where I Would Put Them.
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude
https://cohost.org/SketchyGenet/pos.....ookatdis-duude

For those going to FWA (apparently I am now)

If you see this dog. Confront them with social interaction at any cost.
https://staging.cohostcdn.org/attac.....224_170342.jpg
https://staging.cohostcdn.org/attac.....315_180307.jpg

You see it in a lot of popular media these days.

But too often our worlds are populated with perfect, idealized versions of ourselves, or parts of ourselves. And while this may have meaning to us personally, with the context of our entire lives behind us, it can often feel bland one dimensional and saccharine.

Trying to hold myself to made up standards only I'm stressed out about seems like a bad idea.

Just because someone on the internet could think your art isn't interesting doesn't mean you have to believe them. Right?

I try to keep things as loose for myself as possible because I know if I try to hold myself to any standards I'll crumble. I sometimes regret it, because I feel I could really make something awesome if I really put my whole pussy into it. But simultaneously, if I overwhelm myself so much that the process of creating stops being fun, I think I've defeated the whole point of it all.

Yknow what im sayin'???

Better to love being cringe than to pretend you're based. ?

??

?

Episode 2 of the podcast should be out next Monday. Just a two-person ramblesesh this time. Viror is mud wrestling jeeps in west coast florida.

In the future I'd like to get in the habit of releasing every other monday on the week we record, but this weekend got away from me.