Jake had a peregrine falcon morph we’d used before. Marco and Cassie had morphed ospreys. Rachel had been a bald eagle. So we all should have been able to fly up to the mountains. But there are millions of bird-watchers in this country. They’re very cool people because they never hurt a bird. They don’t hunt. They just get pleasure out of watching birds fly or nest. Bird-watchers would think it was very, very weird if they saw a red-tail hawk, a bald eagle, a falcon, and two ospreys all flying together as if they were on a mission. And some of those gentle bird-watchers might be not-so-gentle Controllers. “Bird-watchers!” Marco snorted as he tramped over the carpet of pine needles deeper into the woods. “We could fly, but no. No, we have to walk. Twenty miles, probably!”
I am begging these children to acquire Canadian geese
Good News! They will think of it eventually. Well. Ducks. But close enough
Bad News! It’s not until past Book #50.
Note for all fix-it-fic authors: Get these kids a goose morph immediately. Geese are fearsome in battle and capable long-distance formation fliers that no one will think twice about seeing.
Been playing with an AU based on my recent modded SDV experience and wanted to work on Gaius’s design.
-The curse is tied to the family farmland – It’s a ‘Blessing of the Land’ from the forest spirits that improves plant growth and health, and bestows the ‘land’s keeper’ with great strength and endurance. Unfortunately how this manifests is not appreciated by humans.
-Gaius’s grandfather also dealt with the Curse in his youth – His version gave him features like a bear – massive paws, furry ears and shaggy hair everywhere. Lewis was one of his close friends during that time, which is why the grandfather sends Gaius to him for help.
-Gaius had to leave his apartment with a large duffel bag full of whatever clothes he could salvage. Unfortunately most of his pants don’t fit anymore due to his hind quarters having bulked up to accommodate a digitigrade type posture.
-He threw on the biggest, bulkiest clothes he could find, but the horns make even a hoodie incredibly awkward to wear. He managed to shove his hooves into some boots and stuffed the extra space around them with rolled up socks, but he has to shuffle to avoid them falling off while walking. Stairs are his ultimate nemesis in this outfit. Getting on and off the bus was an ordeal.
-Lewis briefed Robin on the situation prior to their meeting, but Robin can’t help staring at the poor guy, though she tries to hide it. For one – he’s so BIG. He easily towers over the other villagers. And two, those ears and that tail keep twitching and moving, seemingly unintentionally, and it’s distracting.
Gaius definitely notices the weird looks he gets and is struggling with feeling self-conscious about it all. Despite any previous warnings about their ‘strange new neighbor,’ first meetings with many of the villagers are tense.
No offense but why are catboys always twinks and femboys? Where are the tom catboys and the alley catboys? Where are the catboys with the big boy jowls? Why do I never see catboys based on Maine Coons or Norwegian Forest Cats or Siberian Cats? Why is catboy synonymous with small and delicate and feminine? Why. Why did we all decide that catboys have to be dainty. Where are the butch catboys.
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since it’s literally a World Heritage Post
On how a video game about fucking a bear interrupted furry discourse
People don’t realize the absolute comedy that just went through Furry social media.
See, feral smut (i.e. smut of four-legged characters who otherwise satisfy the Harkness test) has always been a contentious subject in the furry fandom, due to how easily it leads to unwarranted real-life accusations of zoophilia. It’s an annoying bit of discourse that has been rearing its head every other year since the modern fandom began four decades ago.
Which, you know, pretty rich, coming from the fandom where a pretty large percentage readily admit to having had some form of sexual awakening over the TLK and MLP:FiM franchises.
And anyway, that discourse was exactly what was going on last week. People getting harassed on Twitter, as an extension of the whole “groomer” moral panic. A lot of fandom relative newcomers parroting arguments right out of the Burned Furs movement (a late 1990s/early 2000s movement dedicated to “purifying” the furry fandom from “perversion” and “degeneracy”).
And then, just as the discourse was at its most heated, Baldur’s Gate 3 entered the chat.
Suddenly, everyone was talking about the game that will let you fuck a bear. Yes, a bear, as in Ursus arctos. A Druid shapeshifted into a bear, to be fair (again: the Harkness test), but a bear nonetheless.
And mainstream media erupted with reports that the game’s sales skyrocketed based on that scene alone.
And the discourse suddenly screeched to a hilariously embarrassed halt.
