Arilin Thorferra

@giants-club.net

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Author, teacher, giant cat woman • wantonly flits in and out of character • she/her (IC), they/them (OOC)

"Great." The coyote picked up her own spoon. "Now dig in. I think there's enough to share." "Ha ha." Dig in? How? The bowl's sides were almost as tall as she was. She couldn't reach the ice cream without *ohhhhh. She's not going to drop me in the bowl, she's trying to get me to climb into the bowl on my own.* *And dammit, it's totally going to work.*
LinkedIn®: We put the Social in Sociopath.
The cover for "Big Trouble" showing feline detective Nora Mallory as a giantess leaning against a building. Art by RoboMaximillion.
“Are you watching that maned wolf’s butt?” She looked up at Ray, her ears coloring. “I—uh—maybe a little?” The coyote smirked. “You’re a macrophile.” “A what?” “A little who’s attracted to giants.” “I’m—uh…” She rubbed the back of one of her long ears. “Maybe, but if I am, it’s mostly your fault.” “No, I just woke something in you that was already there. You’re welcome.”
Rhiannon shifts uncomfortably. “You’re really committed to the idea of being a goddess, aren’t you?” “You’ve seen Hazel do miracles, and frankly, she doesn’t know a fraction of what she’s capable of. I’m going to guess there’ve been worshippers here. And you _know_ this is all supernatural, impossible. You can rationalize superheroes, but not gods?” “I don’t know what the hell I can rationalize. All I know is that ever since you did whatever you did, I’ve had a supporting role in a crazy dark comedy and I can’t figure out if my roommate’s the plucky heroine or a cosmic horror. So thanks for that.” She looks down at the floor. “You want to know why no gods? Because if there were gods, it’d mean they _let_ the world get this way. There’s so much beauty and so much ugliness. Maybe you can’t have one without the other. But through all my short, mortal life, the balance has been tipping. There’s always been corruption, but it’s getting more open. Our leaders call laws against discrimination the _real_ discrimination, the anti-fascists the _real_ fascists. There are too many places I might get arrested—or worse—for just using a public restroom.” She takes a ragged breath, and looks up, glaring at the hare. “So no, I can’t explain what Hazel can do now, or what I guess you and the sheep can do. But as insane as it is to believe you’re superheroes? If I believe that you’re a goddess, and you’ve been here a thousand years just watching? That you didn’t help us? That you didn’t _stop_ us?” Her words drop to a broken whisper. “That’s so much worse.”
“Miss Bancroft, we can’t just go in her house.” “Oh, we can. Unless she has a deadbolt, it’s quite easy.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out something I couldn’t make out, and started poking at the keyhole with it. “You know full well I mean we shouldn’t. What do you have there?” She tried the doorknob again, and the door swung open. “Was—was that a lock pick set? Do you know how to pick locks?” Walking inside, the vixen waved me to follow. “Every girl should, don’t you think?” I lowered my voice, glancing around nervously. “No, I rather don’t!” “Try not to look like you’re breaking and entering, Mr. Hornsby. It might concern the neighbors.”
Although Martha had done her best to turn her daughter into a traditional southern belle, Lillie continued to be contemptuous of conformity. She has been described as one of the most eccentric personalities of her time. She once arranged a middleweight boxing match in her hotel room. A New York newspaper reported the incident: "Mrs. Lillie Coit has broken through another social tradition by having a slugging match in her drawing room. Blood flowed freely. The winning Sighter asked her if he should finish off his opponent and she turned her thumbs down. Has the wealthy woman set an example, which other women will follow? This is a staggering shock to conservative New York. But but did not ruffle San Francisco one bit. They are used to her.” Lillie Coit played poker, smoked cigars, polished off bottles of bourbon and wore trousers long before it was socially acceptable for women to do so. On one occasion, she attended a meeting of San Francisco’s all-male Bohemian Club disguised as a gentleman. Although Coit was the originator of a new way of life for women, San Francisco society accepted her and her oddities. “This was because she was so picturesque that she was able to violate the many norms of behavior without suffering a loss of reputation,” wrote a Boston Globe reporter.
A t-shirt with the Fox City Brewing logo. (I couldn’t find another sign!)
“Isn’t it lovely? There’s no other neighborhood in the city where it’s so easy to share space with all the other kinds of animals.” “I, ah, I see that.” I looked across the street at a nightclub I could only refer to as /imposing,/ a word I wouldn’t normally associate with such an establishment. But the largest of its three front doors rolled up rather than opened inward, and it stood a good four times my height. /Sliding Scale Burlesque Club,/ the sign read. “That’s a mixed-size, ah, gentlemen’s club?” “Open to all sexes. Lovely dancers on multiple stages, private rooms, strong drinks, and a better kitchen than a place like that honestly needs.” She laughed. “Private...” I felt my ears flush. “For mixed sizes. How can, ah...” I cleared my throat. Miss Bancroft walked up onto the front stoop of an unmarked building. “You’ll just have to visit some time and find out, Mr. Hornsby.” She unlocked the door and winked. I’m quite sure the blush in my ears spread to most of the upper half of my body. I hurried inside, barely remembering to hold the door open for her.
The entrance to Trader Vic’s in Atlanta, the oldest remaining location in a chain that goes back to 1934
Cover of "A Rodent of Unusual Size", art by Ransom
The DVD case for "Legend," a short-lived science fiction western starring Richard Dean Anderson and John de Lancie, created by Star Trek's Michael Piller.
A giant tan-furred mouse woman crouching to look at a coyote woman on a balcony. The mouse's brown eyes are focused on her, and she's licking her two big front teeth teasingly. (Art by Ken Cougr.)
A white rabbit woman, holding a trans pride flag behind her like a banner. She has long black hair, with some strands dyed green or orange, and is wearing black jeans and a black sleeveless top.
Leaning forward in her lifeguard chair, Nixie squinted at the two swimmers---if you could call that swimming---about fifty yards out. Was one of them in trouble? Maybe not. She swept her gaze around the rest of the beach, then back at them. "Why do you have boobs?" Nixie made a soft choking noise and stared down at the questioner, open-mouthed.
A hurricane cocktail, which is dark red, served in a tall Collins glass and garnished with a cherry that’s been speared by a broken paper umbrella (the winds broke it, get it?).
A screenshot of the last screen of online compliance training, showing placeholder text reading “Client Logo”, “Your Organization’s Policy” and “This area is used to display your organization’s policy.”
Four small Painkillers of different colors (yellow, purple, green, pink), labeled “OG, ube, pandan, strawberry”
A cartoon sticker-style picture of Arilin, a white cat woman, having just swallowed...something?...going down her throat. She has a satisfied expression, eyes closed, and is licking her lips.
1Password’s home screen, with the headline “Secure access for every human and AI agent”. Under that, “Visibility and control for humans and AI agents, built on the most trusted vault for identities, credentials, and secrets.”
Two giantesses, Saida the cat and Autumn the rabbit sit in a park having coffee. A few normal-sized people are around them: a vixen in a business suit, back to the viewer, and a rat and cheetah on a park bench near one of Autumn’s paws.
Email that begins “Live now: Meet the new Slack with MrBeast and Anthropic!”
A cat resting its head on a red pillow, staring into the camera with an ennui-filled expression.
A bald man (Kurt Angle) giving a thousand-yard stare into the camera.
A screenshot of Emacs running in a Blink terminal (mosh) session. It’s a pleasant light-background theme with italics, bold, and a few clever ligatures for a monospaced font, so Emacs looks like a nice, modern prose editing application.
Tiki Diablo IN HONOR OF OUR FRIEND DANIEL GALLARDO Spícy Ghost Reposado Tequila Agua Magica Espadin Capon Mezcal Coffee x Cinnamon x Pineapple Fresh Lime
Meme GIF from “The Road to El Dorado”: “Both? Both. Both is good.”
"So." Laurel leaned forward, placing her hands together close to Ted. "Tell us what you just told Aurora, in excruciating detail." When the giant mouse said excruciating, she shifted her hand in just the right way to make her claws glitter in the sunlight. They looked especially capable of carving through armor plating like wrapping paper today.
A “Magic 8-Ball” with its prediction reading “signs point to yes”
A 10-day forecast showing lows ranging from 23-30 F from tomorrow on for a week.
Headline: “Don't be deceived by the asexual yams” (With an article citation: Chen, Zhi and Chomicki, Guillaume et al. "Berry Batesian mimicry enables bird dispersal of asexual bulbils in a yam." Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.)
A stylized map of the US showing places I’ve lived, stayed (overnight), stopped in during travel, and just passed through during (ground) travel.
Serrano, a coyote’taur, dancing, drawn in an in-progress color sketch.
A margarita in a double rocks glass, with a garnish of a dried lime wheel. It used to have a small blue rubber duck balanced on it, but the duck is gone now.
A margarita in a double rocks glass, with a garnish of a dried lime wheel that has a small blue rubber duck balanced on it.
A white cat hiding in a box and peering out warily
Chipotle Layotl, a coyote woman, in younger days
The giant mouse from "The Mouse Vignettes" teasing an unnamed coyote woman
A screenshot of an Emacs window showing two documents, a notes document for an upcoming mystery project on the left and a “12 Step Mystery Formula” on the right.
Spam email with the subject line “2. Re: Giants-Club. Net: ‘Transform Your Marketing with AI-Powered SEO”. It begins, “Hi Giants-Club. Net, Are you look ing for a competitive edge in your industry?”
The classic line from “The Princess Bride”: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
The cover for “The Turning,” by Ken Cougr
READ NEXT To Get Happier, Make Yourself Smaller
A Python-esque bit of “shortcode” for a blog book review showing book metadata for the novel “Realignment”.
A sign in a bathroom reading “Employees must wash paws before returning to work”
She pinned him to her palm pad with her thumb, and held him in the air over her head, far too far over her head. He swallowed, forcing himself not to struggle, and steeled himself. “Do your worst, you vile beast!” The coyote’s eyes brightened, and she caught her breath. “Really?” She beamed at him. “I’ve never been asked that before. I’ll do my best!” He felt the blood drain from his face. “That’s—that’s not what—”
Sign in a kava shop window reading “Gender? In this economy?” (Notably next to a “Protect Trans Kids” sign)
The Rum Barrel cocktail at Morgan’s Cove, an orange-ish rum drink served in a brandy snifter with a cherry, dried pineapple, and paper umbrella garnish. The drink is on a Don the Beachcomber coaster (Morgan’s Cove is owned by them).
A pale pink semi-frozen cocktail in a hurricane glass, garnished with a slice of fresh pineapple
A ceramic tiki mug in the shape of a barrel on its side, with a bendy straw stuck in its top