Shoutout to all the furries and VN fans out there. The Hayseed Knight is one of the most impressively produced games in the field I've ever seen. Fully voiced, gorgeous art, unusual story and setting and unconventional romance.
It always shocks me to see it undersold.
Sale ends soon.
You better wake the fuck up now. If we don't make their lives ABSOLUTELY FUCKING MISERABLE, we're going be the ones who get shafted. And HARD.
You best believe that everything about the Internet we know is going to die and everything we know and love with it.
I've made my calls today. You need to.
The House Committee on Energy and Commerce passed the Kids Act, a mix of KOSA, Screen Act, and several other ID/facescan verification bills. There is still time before a final vote in the House, as well as a Senate version. Please use this link to call your Senators and Representatives to vote no.
Who is the target audience?
we need to make a LOT more nasty-ass Korps porn RIGHT NOW
My mom invented and patented the collapsible double lightsaber over a decade before the Phantom Menence, while the original collaspable lightsaber was invented by my dad for aviation use.
Frustrated by fragmented war news, Anghami’s Elie Habib built World Monitor, a platform that fuses global data, like aircraft signals and satellite detections, to track conflicts as they unfold. www.wired.com/story/world-...
Crude drawing of juby and mick that says "happy 10 year aidversery zotoopopea", where the 10 is blue and kinda resembles garby di'sneyk
Today marks 10 years since #Zootopia came out!
Celebrate with terrible zotoopopea art.
New book review of Green Fairy by @kyellgold.com! The first book in the Dangerous Spirits series.
Azure City is coming out at the end of March, so I'll be reviewing all three books leading up to that release. I can't wait.
#FurryWriting #Booksky
Yay, my short story Rapture is on the reading list for the Cóyotl Awards!
Here are the images they posted with all the short stories. Give em a read if you haven't yet! #FurryWriting
Making more little guys!
Yeaaaahhh. This seems to have a weird, long life lurching around X.
They are great! Kyell did a signing there a couple years ago. Please support them.
New oversize hoodie coming out soon 🔥
Art by @azsharakletete.bsky.social 💙
Cover of Green Fairy by Kyell Gold. In a grand, early-20th-century hall, an anthropomorphic fox in a flowing period dress dances at center. An anthropomorphic goat glances back over their shoulder on the left, while a black wolf on the right meets the reader’s gaze. Shimmering green sparkles drift between the fox and wolf, hinting at something magical.
Cover of Red Devil by Kyell Gold. Two anthropomorphic foxes sit side by side on a riverbank: Alexei, a male fox, and his sister Catarina. Behind them stands a dilapidated wooden cabin, with a modern city skyline rising in the distance. In the river’s reflection appears another fox dressed in old-style military clothing, holding a sword. The rippling water distorts the figure, giving him a ghostly, fractured presence. Art by Rukis. Cover design by Christine Foltzer.
Dangerous Spirits re-cover reveal for Red Devil!
Love seeing the new layout work by @cfoltzer.bsky.social side by side. Black Angel next week, leading to Azure City cover reveal on March 16!
Azure City releases March 26. Grab your copy at the @furplanet.com table at TFF.
#Furry #FurryLit #BookSky
An overview of the latest print drop in Meesh's print store. Abnormal levels of cucking are detected amongst the prints. Proceed with caution or reckless abandon according to your disposition.
Another wave of prints has hit the print shop: meeshprints.bigcartel.com
The "Cuckets of Fun" series, plus the last three parts of "Bringing Home the Boyfriend" highlight this drop, with a scattering of Clara, Juno and Helluva Boss's Millie. All prints are hand-signed and numbered series of 15.
I heard stories of people who've fed crows, and been given gifts in return. It sounded charming, so I began doing that.
Then, one night, there was a rapping on my bedroom window. I stumbled up and opened.
A crow flew in and spoke: "They're coming for you. You must flee."
I only just made it out.
Haha. We were actually playing the co-op video game, but I love that this is also a song. One of many songs with that title. Which one were you thinking about?
Last day to order your Bright & Night t-shirts and grab some New Tibet books! Order form closes at Midnight, PT. Available for in person pickup at @furryfiesta.org as well.
#FurryLit #BookSky #Furry
Yeah they're finally starting to acknowledge that porn addiction is pushed by the church and really just means "I'm not supposed to look at porn bc it's a sin, but I do it anyway so I must be addicted" But the data shows that mental health struggles come from the guilt, not the porn by itself.
Playing “It Takes Two” in your undies with your bestie is pretty great!
(Excerpt from Green Fairy) "His mother said something first. “Sol, take your steak before it gets cold.” He swallowed. It would be easy here to just eat the steak, to put off becoming vegetarian until tomorrow. Only Carcy had been so helpful, and Sol had wanted to do this for weeks. Courage was easier to find when he knew his father was going to end the meal angry anyway. So he stared down at the round green peas and square orange carrots, and moved them around with his fork. “I’m—not having any.” “What do you mean?” His father laughed. “Never seen you not hungry for steak.” “I mean—I’m not having any, anymore. Ever.” The room grew cold and still. His father set down his silverware. “No steak?” “No meat.” His mother said, softly, “Are you not feeling well?” “I’m fine, I just—I’m not interested in eating it anymore.” “Not interested? Not interested?” His father leaned forward, glowering. “You’re an athlete. You need your protein. Your brother recorded the second-most tackles in Richfield High history, and you know how he did it? Eating steak. How are you going to turn double plays without steak?” Then he had to blurt it out, to deliver the other half of the bad news. The hope that his father’s rage at the combined news would be more bearable than going through this twice was fading fast. “I’m not starting anymore!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black-and-white illustration of three anthropomorphic wolves seated around a dinner table. Sol has just announced that he wants to become a vegetarian, creating visible tension. His father, an imposing, traditionally masculine wolf, reacts with clear disapproval as a meat-heavy meal sits between them. The scene captures a charged family moment. Art by Rukis. Story by Kyell Gold.
(Excerpt from Green Fairy) “The Confession of Jean de Giverne” (translated by Holliset Marchand, 1922) Dear père, I know that this is not what you meant when you said you wanted all of Lutèce to speak my name. From the prison window, I hear the scurrilous rumors and whispers, and it pains my heart to think that you may be hearing and believing them. They make me out to be devoid of morals, the exemplar of the bourgeoisie and their contempt for the peasants. They call for the return of the guillotine, for my head to be mounted at Les Halles as assurance to the lower classes that the government has their interests at heart, that it is not an attempt to re-create the monarchy. As if my head could bear all of those meanings! Dearest father, my story is a love story, a story that could be told between farmer and flower-girl, between landowner and minister. That it was told between a senator’s son and a common dancer is incidental to the heart of it, and to the tragic turn it took. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black-and-white illustration of an anthropomorphic chamois wearing torn and dirty clothing sits against a stone wall in a cell while writing into a journal. Art by Rukis. Story by Kyell Gold.
(Excerpt from Green Fairy) “I just feel good.” He sniffed at his empty goblet. “Is there any more?” She laughed. “Not in one night. What do you mean, good?” “Oh.” He put the goblet down on the floor. It wobbled; he had to steady it with a paw. “Just…you know, who cares if I’m on the team or not?” “What about the car?” Car. He’d forgotten about Carcy, how grateful he was to the ram. He took out his phone to type a quick message. **Absinthe is great but not better than you**. Meg made a noise of exasperation and craned her neck to see what he was typing. When she read the words, she slumped back into her chair. “Oh God.” She moaned and turned the desk lamp back on. “It’s making you one of those kind of poets.” Carcy wrote back, **Aww. :)**, and Sol’s heart filled with love. “Maybe I always was,” he said. “Maybe now you can tell me what’s so great about him. Other than that he’s willing to sext you whenever.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black-and-white illustration of two anthropomorphic characters kneeling across from one another. On the left, Sol, a black wolf, raises a goblet to toast Meg, a goth otter, who holds a matching glass. A bottle of absinthe rests on the floor between them, surrounded by candles. Art by Rukis. Story by Kyell Gold.
(Excerpt from Green Fairy) If seeing him across the seats had been intriguing, seeing him up close was enthralling. In the confined space, he swayed his hips, he cupped the air in front of my face with his paws, he bent his muzzle to come closer to mine. His tail swung around to brush my knees from one side, then the other, a darting, quicksilver serpent that had a life of its own. When he had finished, I fumbled for my purse and found it gone, along with the twenty-franc note that I had intended to spend on a new suit for the soirée at the Justines. I seized another of Thierry’s notes and moved my fingers beneath Niki’s skirt. I found the garter and traced it around to the inside of his thigh, and I left the note there, a blue and gold flag planted on that snowy field my eyes had already claimed and my heart longed to hold. Again, he showed no reaction to my daring. He held my eyes a moment longer and then looked up at Thierry. “You may go,” Thierry said. Niki bowed. “Thank you, messieurs. I hope my performance has been agreeable.” “Very much so. Eh, Jean?” I could not disengage my tongue from my mouth to answer. A nod was not sufficient to convey the depth of my longing, but it was all I could coax from my enamored body. And then Niki did a rare and wonderful thing. He smiled, and he reached out to brush my muzzle with a paw. “You are adorable,” he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black-and-white illustration of two anthropomorphic figures in an intimate cabaret setting. A sharply dressed chamois reclines in a chair, watching a fox perform before him. The fox wears a fitted dress with delicate lingerie and a structured bodice, poised mid-dance with confident, teasing posture. His tail drapes across the chamois’s lap, heightening the tension. Art by Rukis. Story by Kyell Gold.
Before Azure City hits shelves, revisit where Dangerous Spirits began: Green Fairy. Inspired by FWA's Moulin Rouge-themed con & brought to life w/ @rukis.bsky.social art.
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The Furry community is, as is so often the case, ahead of the rest of society on this curve.
We'll continue to elevate each other as we have always done; but it is more crucial than ever that we reach out to others and teach them how to do the same.
I've seen the art @rukis.bsky.social created for @kyellgold.com's upcoming Azure City novel and …
O.O
Like, seriously. The cover. The interior artwork. The one expanded art deco piece! I wish I could unsee it so as to see it again for the first time.
You’re all in for a treat.
#FurryLit #Furry
Need a little chaotic gift? Stealth one of these at a friend’s place. Find a random metal surface, stick it on, and wait patiently for the confused “WTF?” message months later.
Apocalypse? I’m riding in on the black horse bringing famine and flawless abs. You might be starving, but at least you’ll be shredded. Calorie deficit, baby!
"Bohemian Club" ... expand? Happy to take offline.
I mean, sure. That's one of the reasons we pay the crazy prices to live here. :P That being said, it doesn't seem to stop Furs going to Ontario, CA, or Pittsburgh, PA in the frigging middle of the Summer. :P We suffer for an art and identity that is bigger then the weather.
