I'm looking for a piece of art that I had done of my character, Mischa, whereby he had been turned into a well-endowed, busty hermaphrodite. I can't remember the artists name, and my PC has since been formatted, but I would very much like to find that piece of art again.

I believe it was left black and white, but I might be wrong. THe picture was nude, and as such was not a general submissin. I'm pretty certain that it's right here, on furaffinity somewhere, but I just can't find it. Damn I'd like to get it back tough.

If you could all just have a little look arrround for me, or you perhaps even remember it, or saved it, I'd be so thankful.

I'd probably even pay.
Thanks.
Appreciate any contact on the matter.

Since it's 0232 AM on December First, in England atleast, it's now officially my 21st birthday.

Well, I'm twenty-one years (21) on the first of December. Wonder if many of you will even remember...

Will be glad to see the back of this year.

Okay, so here goes nothing.

I'm getting a comission from a very skillful artist- it will be a two character piece.

Mischa, my character, in this series is the god of war. GOD of WAR.

The first piece will take on a tribal theme - Think allong the lines of loincloth, maybe some furs, spears, bows and arrows, and such.

The image is likely to have sexual themes, as he is of course a god, and people will naturally worship in different ways.

This competition is a competition of the written word.

If you would like to enter, post a link below to your entry.

I will rate entries based on my own personal opinion. The challenge is to write something involving either worship, or sex, with Mischa, the deity of war in the said series.
Mischa will of course NOT be submissive. He will furthermore, not necessarily be incredibly humble, or particularly considerate.

I would LOVE for people to note me to let me know that they are entering, as I know that way atleast, that the journal was read, and that people are taking part.

Thank you all! :D

FUCK MY LIFE! I JUST SPENT FUCKING AGES ON THAT LAST FUCKING JOURNAL ONLY TO HAVE FURAFFINITY FUCKING EAT IT!

Well I'm 20 today.

If you want to wish me happy birthday, feel free to.

If anyone that is watching me would like to be in any art involving a character of mine in a naughty way please note me. My friends are the most welcome.

I stand apart from my former self; while I may still remain dark,
And with the future dimly laid bare, set upon the ground stark,
I cannot help but feel my perspective has changed, as my understanding has grown.

I am a man who no-one can love, who no-one can really know.
I'm still living in a quiet shadow; a tool, laid in a box, in a shed, set aside to rust,
Wearing away is where I am, sitting in the cold, the wind, and the rain.

I've thought about life, and how I affect it, and what hold it has over me - and the answer? I don't have a life. I don't truely live. I find myself sitting in a place, on my own, more and more, talking into a piece of plastic and I realise....

I'm on Pause. I live like like it's not really moving. The world drudges on at a dreary pace, while I just carry on sitting here, staring at a screen, or a TV, or a wall, just not doing anything.
You see, while we may all wish to break free of our bonds to society, we do not fully understand just what that may entail.
Well I've done it, so here, let me tell you.

Society wants to pin you down; it wants to throw you into a room, and watch you come to bearings with the fact that you're being shoved into a colony. And surprisingly enough, it's a good thing when it happens - you might not think so at the time, but the only way to realise something is good or bad, or whether its happening or not, is to have it stripped from you. I can only summarise for you, and even then, I can only summarise in words, but summarise I will.

To be free from society is to be alone; nothing you talk to will interract back with you, and nothing will share its opinion, because the only ones capable of doing that are people, and they are part of society. To be free of society is to be stripped; you have no friends, no family, nobody to talk to, or to talk to you. There is no discipline - no matter how radically you behave, you will not suffer a vowel of rebuke. There is no safety - and yet at the same time, very little danger; there is no-one to protect you, no-one to call if anything goes wrong, but then, there is no-one to threaten you, or oppose you. While some may consider breaking free of society to be a gift, it is only because they have not done it.

To be free is a burden - Humans are not bred to be individuals, or to live alone. We are a species that doesn't live in families, or tribes. In a nutshell, Humans are colonists. We are designed to live in vast colonies, metropolis's full of other Humans - because most of us find the contact stimulating.

Unfortunately, there are those of us who've had our feelers torn off, and are unable to live in the colony without stepping on toes, and upsetting people.

That's the curse of Aspergers, in a nutshell, if you ask me.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF
- I died:
- I kissed you:
- I lived next door to you:
- You found out I was married:
- I stole something:
- I was hospitalized:
- I refused to leave my home:
- I got into a fight while you were there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY
- Personality:
- Eyes:
- Hair:
- Family:

WOULD YOU
- Help me hide a body?
- Keep a secret if I told you one?
- Hold my hand?
- Take a bullet for me?
- Try to solve my problems?
- Love me?

HAVE YOU EVER
- Lied to make me feel better?
- Wanted to kiss me?
- Wanted to kill me?
- Broke my heart?
- Kept something important from me?
- Thought I was unbearably annoying?

AND MORE!
- Who are you?
- Are we friends?
- When and how did we meet?
- Describe me in three words:
- What was your first impression?
- Do you still think that way about me now?
- What reminds you of me?
- If you could give me anything, what would it be?
- How well do you know me?
- When's the last time you saw me?
- Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
- Are you gonna re-post this to see what I say about you?

Rats.

I like Rats. I always have. Matter of fact, I like all life. I like nature.

But that didn't stop me from doing what I did.
It may sound small to you - but to me, it's not.
I killed a Rat. Now for someone that loves Rats, to the point of wanting a pet one, you would think that's pretty traumatic, right?

No. Wrong.

I don't know why - perhaps it's my Autism, (Aspergers Syndrome.) But I'm so detached from my emotions, that it didn't really affect me. I didn't even kill it on the first strike- I was using a stick to jab downward. I crushed its ribs. Probably collapsed a lung. And it started to wheeze. It still didn't bother me; the opposite. This strengthened my resolve. It was mercy, now, to end its life. I then hit it in the leg as it tried to dodge. The third strike, by far, was the easiest though. Still trapped in the Bin, the Rat leaned up and looked at me. Straight at me, right in the eye. It wanted to communicate something. I don't know what. But what I do know is, that despite looking it in the eye, killing it, was perhaps the easiest thing I've done.

Morally, what I did was wrong. Completely wrong. The Rat didn't attack the stick when I gently pushed it in to explore; infact, it never once tried to harm me. It merely fought, and fled, to survive.

All the Rat wanted was to eat, sleep, drink, and play the very next day. To live out its life, as it always had. I don't know how old it was, whether it was Male, Female, whether it had Offspring, whether it was courting, or even if it felt pain or emotions.

But I ended its life anyway.

If I can do this to a Rat, or a Fox, or even a Dog, Bear, or Horse...

And this is the part that bothers me right here...

Perhaps I could do it to a Person?

I hope I never need to. I fear that finding out such knowledge, could make me into something I do not want to become.

I am [i]Not a monster. [i/]

01) Who are you?
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02) Are we friends?
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03) When, and how, did we meet?
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04) Would you kiss me?
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05) Give me a nickname and explain why. . .
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06) Describe me in one word (avoiding, 'slut'):
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07) What was your first impression of me?
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08) Do you still think the same?
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09) What reminds you of me?
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10) If you could give me anything, what would it be?
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11) How well do you know me?
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12) Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
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13) Would you meet up with me?
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So yeah. I'm never very good at sticking to something, like, day in day out. But here's the first of hopefully many journals to come..

My life recently, as some of you may know, and others may not, has been hectic at best.
My family is unpredictable, my circle of friends no longer exists, and consists of just me really, and one or perhaps at most two others, since everyone else has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, and is too busy to remember the good old days and hang out with me.

I've started on the road to helping myself though; I've suffered with depression for about 7 years, and just a couple weeks ago, finally stood up, gritted my teeth, and saw the doctor. He prescribed me 50mg of Sertraline a day, said come back in 4 weeks.
I don't think the Sertraline is really helping; it just kind'a makes this weird emptiness feeling where my heart is, and I can't help feel my emotions are being artificially manipulated.

All these problems essentially began when I was about ten. I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome (A strange strand of Autism) When I was about that age as a result of my alienation from my peers. That's not stopped; I'm still a quirky outcast, and when girls take an interest in me (Or
boys) It's usually for someone ELSE I know.

I don't know what the point in all this is. I guess I'm just kind'a putting it up here for you all to see. It's not a "My situation is worse than yours" Piece of crap. But I guess you can look at it and say "Well, my situation COULD be as bad as this." I'm a geek, I'm a bit on the pudgy side (Thank god I'm not FAT fat... Yet.) And I have poor hygiene. I've never been able to settle into a routine, because my parents interrupt it every time and I don't know why, but it REALLY throws me off, and fucks with my head when that happens. When I get into a routine, and it gets interrupted. So I'm naturally depressed by that too, since most of us people with Aspergers are creatures of habbit, and live strictly by a routine. Anyway. Enough of that pity-talk shit. I'm just depressing myself more. Read this! It's totally groovy, and brings back my 90's Nostalgia.


You remember watching:

[X] Kenan and Kel;
[X] Doug;
[X] Ren & Stimpy;
[X] Pinky & the Brain;
[X] AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!;
[X] Rocko's Modern Life;
[X] Animaniacs;
[X] Gargoyles
[X] Hey Arnold!;
[X] Out of the Box;
[X] Bear in the Big Blue House.
[X] You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!";
[X] You just can’t resist finishing this: "In west Philadelphia born and raised...".

You remember:

[X] Step by Step;
[X] Family Matters;
[X] Dinosaurs;
[X] Boy Meets World;
[X] Full House.
[X] You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
[X] You remember reading Goosebumps.

When everything was settled by:

[X] "Rock/paper/scissors";
[X] "Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish";
[X] "Miss Mary Mack".
[X] When kickball was something you did everyday;
[X] You used to listen to the radio all day long;
[X] Just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.
[X] You remember Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis
[X] You remember The Original Game Boy;
[X] You always wanted to send in a tape to America’s Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny;

You remember watching:

[X] The Magic School Bus;
[X] Wishbone;
[X] Reading Rainbow;
[X] Ghostwriter.
[X] You remember when Yo-Yo's were cool
[X] You remember those "Where’s Waldo" books;
[X] You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gushers;

You remember watching:

[X] Batman the Animated Series
[X] Aladdin;
[X] Ninja Turtles;
[X] Ghost Busters.
[X] You remember Ring Pops!!!;
[X] You remember when everything was "da BOMB!";
[X] You remember boom boxes vs. CD players;

[X] Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them;
[X] You played and/or collected Pogs
[X] You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere you went.

You watched the original cartoons of:

[X] Rugrats;
[X] Wild Thornberrys;
[X] Power Rangers.
[X] All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.

You collected:

[X] Beanie Babies;
[X] Pokemon cards;
[X] Carebears;
[X] Silver dollars.

You remember when:

[X] Everyone watched the WB
[X] Everybody knew all the Pokemon by heart
[X] Digimon was still on
[X] If you even know what an original Walkman is;
[X] You know the Macarena by heart;
[X] "Talk to the hand" ;
[X] You went to McDonald’s to play in the playplace and it was still sanitary;
[X] Before the MySpace frenzy;
[X] Before the Internet & text messaging;
[X] Before Sidekicks & iPods;
[X] Before PlayStation3 or X-Box 360;
[X] Back before X-Box period;
[X] Before SpongeBob;
[X] When light up sneakers were cool
[X] When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs;
[X] When gas was $0.95 a gallon;
[X] When we recorded stuff on VCR
[X] You had slap bracelets
[X] You actually played outside until it was dark
[X] Way back before we realized all this would eventually disappear;
[X] Post this if you smiled at least more than 5 times;
[X] And if you remember at least half the stuff on here.


It's just a shame they missed out the bouncing boneheads! (Or Knuckleheads, depending on who you ask.)