Rivaclaw🏳️‍⚧️ΘΔ @renbymon@computerfairi.es

A synth me design I worked on recently! I talk about this in a lot more detail over on my site here: https://darkoverord.info/2025/02/16/synth-darkoverord-simon-both-me/

Also the social/gallery links!

Normally I prefer to leave that in the description but also I can't embed pics in the middle of them in most places :V

#DOsArt #FurryArt

It's #bandcampFriday, a great day to support your favorite musicians on Bandcamp!

Check out my music!

https://diym.bandcamp.com/

Here's "Interlaced Interlude" from my album "In Flux" ⬇️

#music #furrymusic

https://agelesslinux.org/distros.html

@dogo it is.. done! :D

Kraftfell - The Furred Machine

#furry #furryart #digitalart #mastoart #protogen

I’ve seen people having fun with an online tool that makes pictures look like scans from a VHS tape, so I’m here to point you to an offline, open-source tool that does the same.

(As used here.)

ITS ARRIVED!!! I'M SO HAPPY!! I'M A SNIPERBOT!! 💜💜💜💜💜

Nothing to see here, just usual Swedish construction work happening here

🎞️🪡 whitewingcreations

#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."

#tootfic #microfiction

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!"

#microfiction #tootfic

"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."

#tootfic #microfiction

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