Hello there everyone! Long time no see, haha. First off, I’m terribly sorry for the lack of posts and updates these past few months, as well as this year in general, because, well… There’s no easy way to put it, this year has been utter chaos on my end, and I’m sorry to say, all the stress and upsets have gotten the better of me more often than they should have. I am deeply thankful to all of you watchers and commissioners for your continued support, which is why I’m going to open up on some details I haven’t touched on before, especially in light of recent events in my life.

2025 - An Explanation

So… To put it simply, the first half of this year was hell financially. By far the lowest point I’ve reached. Taxes ended up being a lot higher than expected, my car needed major repairs and eventually flat out died, meaning I needed to buy a new car, and well…. with the cost of everything being so crazy in general, I really fell to my lowest point financially around the start of the summer. In August, things were finally looking up, and I had the best week I’ve ever had - money-wise, output-wise, art-wise - I felt fantastic - and right after that’s when it all kind of fell apart.

As some background, I live on my own, but I’ve been in a rent-to-own agreement for my current home with a close family member who I thought I could trust. When I entered the arrangement, it sounded like a wonderful opportunity, and I wanted to do everything I could to make it work. I am sad to say, though, that this family member is not as trustworthy as I assumed, and this agreement became… Unpleasant. It began, more and more, to resemble a method of financial and emotional control - and things hit a tipping point in August.

After hearing about the recent successes in my business from another family member, the person I was in an arrangement with decided to call me and threaten to give me a notice of eviction for my home - which I have never missed any utilities or rent on - on January 1st of 2026 if I did not change careers - IE, “get a real job.” It was a pretty serious violation of our arrangement and our trust in general.

My career has been a subject of conflict in our relationship for years now. Working as a freelancer is, admittedly, risky and at times inconsistent, and things became increasingly strained once I made this my full time career, with discouragement and veiled threats of eviction or other financial manipulation becoming the norm over time. But, in spite of the trials and challenges, working for myself and running my own business, drawing what I love, has been the happiest stage of my life up to this point.

There’s also really no avoiding the elephant in the room in terms of what my business is - this family member has never liked or supported my art unless there was a financial aspect that could be exploited to said person’s benefit. And… Well, he knows enough about my art to know that I draw fat, anthropomorphic animal men for a living, and has made it clear time and time again how disappointing of a trajectory he thinks that is for my art.

There were fights to be had of course. But, with so much of this business being based on emotion and trust, I felt powerless to stop it. I entered a cycle from August onward of half-heartedly trying to apply for new jobs, to start uprooting myself from what I’d spent all this time building, and then standing up for myself again and getting back to art. There were high points, and low points, and throughout it all, I’ve kept drawing - but as the pressure mounted and the end of the year neared, I had to face reality.

It took me a long time to accept this, but… This person had been trying to undermine my career and convince me that my art wasn’t worth it, and was a terrible idea for ages, and had been doing everything in his power to sabotage my career. He did not have fairness, decency, or respect on his mind in any of our dealings - only money and control. And sadly, his efforts did help to sabotage my artistic vision and its trajectory.

This family member had been doing everything in his power to make me feel powerless - and that the only thing I could do was sit down and accept my fate. Leave behind the career I loved for this deal. Recently, I came to a decision.

I decided that my career is not worth this house. Our previous arrangement is terminated, and I’m working on finding a new place to live. It grieves me to say that, as I was quite attached to owning this house at one point - but I cannot be a functional adult if I let someone, regardless of who it is, dictate what my life aught to be. It’s a terrifying step in a lot of ways - but it’s a deeply necessary one. I will not give up what I love.

I have some options available, and while all of them have their positives and negatives, getting out of this will be worthwhile in the end. I love drawing. And I especially love drawing big, fat furries. And I don’t want anything to stop me in the end.

To all my clients - thank you immensely for your patience on the pieces I’ve been working on. Most of you should’ve gotten updates or completed works by the time this journal is posted, and for those of you who didn’t, you will get them very soon. Thank you for all your support.

To all my watchers - thank you for your favorites, watches/follows, notes, and comments - it warms my heart that all of you enjoy my work, and I love responding to all your comments and seeing what you liked.

And to all of you - I hope this journal explains where I’ve been and what’s been going on. I hope you all can forgive me for the silence - going forward, I will be silent no more. Expect many fun, fatty things for the future - I don’t want to stop drawing (and posting!) fatty things anytime soon.

Thank you all, Merry belated Christmas, and Happy New Year!