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Phoenix Baker @Featherwatt@mastodon.social

what's the difference between a shitty public transit stop and a lobster furry? Show more

Look y'all here because I built Mastodon the way I wanted and you happened to like it. If you no longer like it that's your own business, don't give me shit about your failed expectations. There's the door, there's the code, there's the alternatives. The shit I've received today just because I was open to something that a part of the community wanted is completely inacceptable.

Adult/nsfw content - words and images Show more

also, we need more stories where conflicts are not solved by escalating things

I wrote more about the foxboy! Introduced the lady he's gonna have sex with! She's asked him out on a date! She still hasn't noticed that he's a fox! SO EXCITED about this story!

I wrote moar foxbutt last night. Girl-with-crush-on-foxboi-coworker-but-does-not-know-he-is-fox is wondering how the hell their shop goes through so many vacuum cleaners. Pulls the filter, it's full of fur that she doesn't notice.

Reddit, nudity Show more

Reddit, nudity Show more

Also he is trying to figure out how to pee, because I'm also trying to figure out how he pees

Foxboy has just become aware that he is and has always been a foxboy, and is now taking his first shower being aware of his body as it truly is. He turns on the water and it doesn't splash off him, takes several seconds to saturate his fur and slowly flow down him and then spread out in a puddle around his feet. I promise this'll be sexy at some point, right now I'm just fascinated by the fluid dynamics

(this story's gonna have heterosexual sex, but mostly the camera's gonna be on the cute foxboy, so I guess the target audience is folks who... me, the target audience is me)

So hey it turns out I LOVE WRITING FURRY. I'm 2k words into a story about a cute fox boy (who has only just discovered that he's a cute fox boy) in one night, and I've just made a cup of tea so I can start writing some sexy bits. Mastofurries, where should I post this?

I'm gonna dip my toes in furry. Probably won't make much money but it'll be fun and it's something I've wanted to do for a long time.

HEY!

I might be writing a search tool for smaller instances this weekend. SO!

I'm asking for

* suggestions for names
* offers to test
* offers to advise on Python (because I don't know much Python at all)
* offers to advise on Mastodata (because I have no idea how the data of "user's toots" is requested or sent back to the requester, I'll be making crap-tacular but workable "easiest version" solutions)
* offers of your time so I can have a longer weekend to try to do this -_- aaaaaaaaaagh

Finished Resilience, the story about a couple saturated with rapid-healing nanomachines, who are into the sort of dom/sub play that's only possible with immortals - now to figure out wtf to do with it. No friggin' way Amazon would touch it with a ten-foot pole.

Injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm, to prove that you are not a robot. Show more

I wrote a very long post about three months' worth of mass shootings, from January to March 2015, and what can be done to stop them. It's here, if you would like to read it: pastebin.com/DZw7u0qK

Tl;dr: I often see people talking about how Sandy Hook was the moment that America decided it loved its guns more than its children, but I watched the news carefully at the time and I don't recall the nation deciding any such thing, nor do I remember the nation being consulted.

Aaaaand Remote Control Mittens is up on Smashwords! When you buy it, the file is yours, no bullshit copy protection or DRM. Download it in any format you want, email it to yourself, open it up in a text editor and give it funky colors, put it on a floppy disk, burn it to a ROM chip, print it out, rub it all over yourself, line your birdcage with it, eat it, use it as currency, roll it into a trumpet and stuff it up your muscular bum