Absolutely, that part I totally agree with! In the context of fiction, the only furry character that makes sense is a someone you write that identifies as a furry.

I’ve mostly heard it as a term of personal identity, not explicitly outward to a fandom. As in, “you’re furry if you identify as one,” and that’s about it. That’s about where I stand, as I’ve been furry before I even had a word for it as a little kid, and also have never concerned myself with “the fandom” really.

I’m not even sure what that entails; I communicate with other folks who identify as furry, but not really to discuss some centralized culture like I would in something like a show or sport fandom. I make and appreciate art by folks who do—and don’t—identify as furry, but that doesn’t feel like participating in fandom either. To me it feels akin to saying I’m in the bisexual fandom or something; it doesn’t feel right even though I identify as it.

Bravo, that was a real treat to read! I wish more folks ran with their inspiration in the comments like that, the net would be a much cooler place. As appreciation, have my (far shorter) writing about eating crutons “gay style” from last month lol.

The link does work as expected once I set my home instance! I didn’t know about this, thanks!

Be careful where you put that hand. Remember, if the immortal snail touches you, you die.

…maybe worth it?

The daddy issue: “I don’t have a daddy.”

The solution:

Happy birthday to your friend, that’s so sweet of you to make art for them!

What I wanted. I guess this time I wanted a cappuccino, so thanks!

Imagine having all of those memories of whacking it and horny thoughts from your original brain, but being incapable of doing anything about it now. My body is a P R I S O N!

I imagine it must be weighing a lot on you!

The doors on those things open, and you seem built rather top heavy. Might I suggest opening both doors, standing up, and letting the car side down your legs?

Please tell me you served them some royal-tea while they were there!

“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”

I think a lot of folks don’t put stock in what it means to do something forever. You could do anything you ever wanted to a trillion times and make no progress to an end, and that’s not to mention you’d be the only immortal in this scenario. Your infinite will largely be consumed by darkness as entropy claims the Universe. As LordAmplifier already mentioned, it’d be pretty cool to have a much longer life in good health and choose when to go, though I say that’s just being mortal with extra steps.

I would posit that the brief window of your existence implies that bothering to do things is far more important than if you were immortal.

For our next stop on the thought emporium, rotate a cow with your mind.

1. Build giant parking lot with AI powered variable metered pricing.
2. Offer rent pricing for people who live in their cars, so they can finally have a piece of New York too.
3. Build giant data center underground with pond cooling, Charge people to swim in the now heated pond as a premium feature.
4. Heat from data center melts snow, so the parking spaces are always clear in the winter. Get massive tax rebate for this service.

Happy pride month Goatey! The world’s always trying to take shit from us, so why not take a couple extra days back when you feel like it! >:3

Thank mr skeltal!

Cute drawing!

Yeah, heat waves are such a pain. I work outside, so whenever it gets hot and humid, hoo boy!