Nothing to see here, just usual Swedish construction work happening here
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#Sergal #Cheese #Fursuit #Furry #Furryfandom #Fursuiting #FursuitEveryday #SergalSunday
A sharp "rat-a-tat" knock on the door at dawn had Meph scrambling from his nest.
"I'll get it, Miss!" he said eagerly, sprinting to unlock and open it.
A hare in a well-tailored suit stood on the threshold, looking straight ahead before realising the kobold was 2 feet below his eye-line.
"Ah, hello young man," he said in a well-practiced sales tone. "Is your father around?"
Meph smiled slightly. "No sir, you would definitely know if he was up here. How can Meph help you?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to buy some of books of the occult?"
Meph eyed them curiously. "Meph does not recognise these tomes. Who authored them?"
"Well, I did, of course! These represent years of my work! But a little birdy" - he tapped his nose knowingly - "told me that you were working on binding demons, so I'm here to offer my knowledge at a very reasonable price!"
Meph stared. The hare looked unnerved, fidgeting.
"Er, for example, to bind a cambion, you would need some ghoul essence, which I also sell f-"
"Salt," Meph said.
"S-sorry?"
"They can't cross salt. Doesn't have to be real salt, if they even think it's salt they can't cross it. Sir."
"O-oh, what a smart boy! Then do you know about the boto?"
"Yes, if you shine ultra-violet light on them, they turn back into a dolphin."
"Oh. Well, my patented murkroot p-"
"No."
Exasperated, the hare snapped. "Is there anything you don't know, you little shit?"
Meph tilted his head and smiled. "There is one thing. What happens to the souls of mortals that are devoured by demons?"
The hare looked relieved. "Oh! They are eventually excreted into wisps, which combine to form gestalts!"
Meph's smile turned into a grin, fangs showing. His horns glowed red in the low light and fires ignited in his hollow black eyes.
"𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱?"
The hare dropped his books and screamed, sprinting back down the road.
Rith noodled out of the back room, yawning. "Meph, are you tormenting salesmen again?"
"Yes, Miss!"
"Good lad."
Rith was curled up tight on its pillow nest in the back of the Shop. Mel poked her head in.
"Y'alright, sib?"
It shook its head. "The problem with my body is it's sensitive to ebbs and flows of mana. It's like... when you get a headache because there's a storm coming."
Mel nodded, "or getting cold toes because it's going to be foggy."
Rith blinked. "Does that... happen to you?"
The sergal rolled her eyes. "Of course not, I thought we were trying to outdo each other's stories as usual."
"I don't think we've done that before."
"That's why I always win!"
"I don't care what your boss says. It's not happening."
Rith stared down the serval in front of it, watching him adjust his uniform collar nervously.
"Um... But he said that if you don't comply th-"
"He is also aware that I am an immortal and powerful dragon, which is why he sent you."
"But-"
"I would also recommend that if he wants to make threats upon my person, that he should come here himself and," it said, performatively searching through it's notes, "here it is - *try it.*"
"I CAN'T SAY THAT TO HIM!" he squeaked out in a terrified voice. "My life would be over!"
The wyrm leant on an elbow. "What's your name - and before you speak, not your *rank*. Your name."
"F-Filip."
"Filip. Do you agree that this request is moral?"
He whimpered. "N-no."
"Is your personal safety in danger if you don't follow this command?"
"He'd have me killed. Or worse."
Rith reached under the desk and pulled out a card with a familiar helix imprint.
"These are friends. Find a payphone, call them, ask for Havoc. They'll come with a pickup in 30 minutes to a safe house. If you have family, they'll get them too."
He fought back tears.
"Why would you do this for me? I'm... Not anybody!"
"You're a real person, with honour, and beliefs, that you shouldn't have to compromise to live and love and thrive. This is just the first step to make that happen. The rest is up to you."
He nodded, and ran out of the shop.
The wyrm pulled on its amber glasses and flicked them on.
"ROSE, can you let Havoc know I'm sending another for protection?"
"Of course, Rith. Are you trading for this one?"
"I don't think so - he looks like, with belief, he can prove himself. He just tried to extort a monster, after all."
Renamon stream time!! Continuing our journey in Pokémon Emerald!
Go ahead and strike Chili's off your dining options list. They don't want your money. https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/chilis-transgender-employee-fired-lawsuit-b2935867.html
EDIT: I updated the fork to last commit before the AI slop. It's now relatively new.
hard-forked vim at release 9.1.0 (Jan 2024)
https://codeberg.org/NerdNextDoor/vim
maybe we can get a group of people behind this??
Fuck AI.
Yesterday there was an all hands meeting at my company to say that we're going "AI first".
The aim is to get everybody really leaning in on LLM tools, and a working group set up to start researching new workflows and sharing them for everybody to use....
So the end of April will be my last day.
I'm planning to start actually selling some of the hardware synthesisers I've designed, as well as picking up bits and pieces of freelance work.
Hit me up if you want noises made or circuits soldered.
I think my attempt at an MST3K reference was a bit too oblique x3
This deer is going places. Up, up, up the ziggurat - lickety split!
Featuring @lakewoodland - Space Corps meets HECU.
Had a lovely time at a very busy Sheffield furmeet and got to test my new cosplay out!
📷 : wolfmeisterz / @LightTheUnicorn
@here Renamon stream time!! Continuing our journey in Pokémon Emerald!
Trans Renamon and Werewolf ΘΔ
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Grey-Ace.
HRT since 1st July 2024 - Doses: 112
IT Engineer, Radio Amateur, Linux Witch.
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