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Big Dyke Energy
@azurebitch.bsky.social
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She/it. Trans autistic wolfdyke. Hugo-nominated author, poet, gamer, statistician, bitch with teeth.

Av: @originalzin.bsky.social

💙 In girlfriends with @skybun.bsky.social and @cwill.net

18+ to follow.

Ontario.

Writing: AzureCanis.itch.io
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glacierclear.bsky.social
blue moon was way overdue for a bit of a redesign :) really i just wanted to fix her hair. mweheheheh.
February 4, 2026 at 11:10 PM
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monstrifex.bsky.social
Redraw - Draconite

Revisiting a character from one of my first TF sequences. This is Ofelia, she swallowed a crystal made of pure condensed dragon magic.
Ofelia, a woman who has gained draconic features after swallowing a magic crystal. She's grown more curvy and muscular, symmetrical scaly patterns of dark purple emerge from her skin, and points of pink light burn brightly from her spikes and claws.
February 4, 2026 at 4:27 PM
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w0lfertinger666.bsky.social
hhehhhehbvwv
February 4, 2026 at 7:40 PM
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craftypillar.art
Stephanie the salamander <3

@cowcollar.bsky.social did a lovely job on her!
Stephanie the salamander holding her arms over her body, looking cute
February 4, 2026 at 9:23 PM
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dogblud.bsky.social
for #werewolfwednesday-- you didn't seriously think this was gonna stop at Almorra did you.

Some Jhavi doodles as I'm getting back into the swing of doing actual art again.

Yes we have someone in mind for the other char, no you don't get to know yet ;V
Guild Wars 2 #guildwars2 doodles of a (currently) anonymous human woman getting eaten out by a norn (Jhavi) in her wolf form. First pose, the human is on her back, wolf between her legs, looking like they've just been rudely interrupted Second pose, human is being held upside down with her heels on the wolf's shoulders
February 4, 2026 at 3:35 PM
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zandravandra.com
me, in a dream, trying to describe a video game on the phone: it's the one with all the characters. ...yes, Kirby's in it, but he's not important—

(holds phone away from ear)

me: I'm sorry. of course Kirby is important.
February 4, 2026 at 12:45 PM
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wiswell.bsky.social
“Kill the part of you that cringes.” Why are you trying to kill my shoulders???
February 4, 2026 at 1:14 PM
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morniae.bsky.social
Trans Werewolf Ladies🐺

#TfTuesday #Werewolf #WerewolfWednesday
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👩‍🎨Support my art : www.patreon.com/morniae
🖼️Commission me ! forms.gle/s45sUMyiehgr...
Black and white illustration of a werewolf trans woman in transformation while she's doing her injection.
February 4, 2026 at 8:43 AM
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restingdinoface.bsky.social
To turn this another way

kids also need monsters because what do monsters threaten?

Police. Militaries. Governments. Business. Marriage. Heterosexuality. Unscrupulous scientists. Colonizers.

Many of us need to remember we have our teeth, and we are as unstoppable as our adversaries fear.
skyladawn.ca Skyla Dawn Cameron @skyladawn.ca · Jul 8
As long as I'm dying on hills: kids need access to horror stories.

Children out there have and will go through absolutely horrific things that they don't have the words for, that they can't process on their own. Kids already know monsters are real; they also need to know monsters can be survived.
February 4, 2026 at 3:20 PM
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rosieriot.bsky.social
wolves wolves wolves

#LunarBouquet #plurality
a pink werewolf (me) leaning up against a red punkish looking werewolf (Z) koboldart plural plurality DID werewolf werebeast lycan lycanthropy therian therianthropy furry fursona digital art
February 4, 2026 at 1:02 PM
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softsorbet.bsky.social
I have this Cupid vibes YCH up, only 4 slots open, all to be done in the next couple weeks! Link in comments~!

{ #furryart #fatart #ych }
February 4, 2026 at 2:27 PM
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johnrogers.bsky.social
We have enough evidence for UBI in general that this policy should be a given. But the difference is, to understand UBI works is to believe that people are fundamentally good. And a big chunk of society is built around the belief, *must maintain the belief* that people are fundamentally bad.
brian-goldstone.bsky.social Brian Goldstone @brian-goldstone.bsky.social · 11h
"By the end of the two-year period, 94% of participants reported they were housed."

A million pilot programs show the same thing: when people are given enough money to afford housing, homelessness ends.

Other supports matter, but housing comes first. Not policing. Not moralizing. Homes.
Homeless Oregon youth got $1,000 a month for two years. Most found housing after • Oregon Capital Chronicle
Oregon is the second of its kind in the nation to implement the direct cash transfer program after New York City.
oregoncapitalchronicle.com
February 4, 2026 at 2:54 PM
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punkey.org
"Improve pace of play, free agency, and fan engagement by having a 1/40,000 chance the umpire shoots the batter" still is one of the best shitposts I've ever seen

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February 4, 2026 at 2:45 AM
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andybobrow.bsky.social
You can put Big in front of something and make it a punchline. Know who doesn't want you to know that? Big Punchline.
February 4, 2026 at 3:50 AM
azurebitch.bsky.social
turns out spending time on video call with loved partner helps with the sad isolation of surgery recovery fucked up if true
February 4, 2026 at 3:37 AM
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pudge.bsky.social
💋
February 3, 2026 at 10:28 PM
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kriscritter.bsky.social
Frieren sketch
February 4, 2026 at 1:50 AM
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tylermcbrien.com
Martinez ends her testimony with this:

"If there's not justice for the people, let there be no peace for the government."
February 3, 2026 at 9:04 PM
azurebitch.bsky.social
Kim Kitsuragi 🤝 Me post-FFS
Face covered in bruises
discoelysiumbot.bsky.social Disco Elysium Quotes @discoelysiumbot.bsky.social · 1d
KIM KITSURAGI - “*Sunrise, parabellum*,” the lieutenant says. He's in the middle of a freshly cleaned room, with the fan above his head like a halo. His face is covered in bruises.
February 4, 2026 at 12:24 AM
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discoelysiumbot.bsky.social
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans in confidentially. “You wouldn't be able to hear if he were wearing anal beads,” he whispers.
February 3, 2026 at 6:15 AM
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skybun.bsky.social
Libraries kick ass
February 3, 2026 at 11:38 PM
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werewolf.pizza
A LETTER TO MY KIN

If you are a were-creature, or think you might be, this is for you. This is what I have learned in the decades I've spent trying to understand what I am.

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February 2, 2026 at 5:17 AM
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werewolf.pizza
This is almost painfully sincere, but had I read something like it in 1997, I would have avoided years and years of trying to identify with subcultures and orthodoxies that were never meant for me. I'm not a furry or a therian. I'm not an animal person. I'm a werewolf.
werewolf.pizza Angela Quinton @werewolf.pizza · 2d
A LETTER TO MY KIN

If you are a were-creature, or think you might be, this is for you. This is what I have learned in the decades I've spent trying to understand what I am.

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February 2, 2026 at 9:37 PM
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azurebitch.bsky.social
Y'all.

Angela's writing is always a raw, visceral delight. Having the intensity of its writing directed to monsterfucking specifically is something you've got to experience. Four Colour Process is jaw-dropping.
werewolf.pizza Angela Quinton @werewolf.pizza · 2d
My monsterfucker story "Four Colour Process" is available for purchase! It features a cis woman and a werewolf of no specified gender, and contains darkness, fur, claws, biting, and the celebration of taboos and transgression.

argylewerewolf.itch.io/cmyk

#nsfw #werewolf #teratophilia
Cover art for "Four Colour Process" by Angela Quinton. A solid black background. The title and author credit are rendered in sans-serif text in the center-left of the top third. The title is in cyan, and the author name in yellow. In the middle of the lower third is a simplified isometric drawing of a picnic table in white, splattered with cyan liquid that drips off the table onto the ground. Interior title page. Bisected diagnally into a black top and white bottom. The black top features a yellow crescent moon and a print registration mark. The white lower section repeats the title and author credit, and has this text: Adult readers only. Content warnings: f/?, biting, claws, blood, cunnilingus, teratophilia. The design of the page has been artificially modified to reflect mis-registered CMYK separations, with ghostly magenta and yellow duplicates slightly out of alignment. Page 6: Its back was to me, hunched over something dark and glistening at one of the picnic tables. It straightened and turned faster than anything that size could move. I recoiled, stumbled, and dropped my phone. One flashbulb instant froze in my mind before the light hit the dirt and went dark. Now, after all these months, I know every angle and curve of it. The easy line from stomach to hip. The riverine pattern of fur at the nape of its neck. The delicate hollows beneath its nails. But the most enduring image is that first glimpse. The angles of its arms, which were splayed in a human pose that telegraphed the surprised defensiveness of an insane person shielding their deranged totems. The mass on the table was a deer, magenta and white in the glare, throat bent at a sharp angle, insides strewn across the slats. Crouched though the creature was, it still towered a foot over me. Long arms and long legs and a lean, coiled torso. The harsh light turned its face and chest purple. A visage like a misregistered overprint. Human physiology pushing through lupine features like paper grain under cheap ink. Its eyes, glinting like black diamonds above its smeared muzzle, pupils like backlit amber. I now know every inch of its body a dozen times over, but not whose eyes those are. Darkness. I opened my mouth to scream, clinging to the idiotic hope that it really was a bear, that making noise could save me, but its growl hit me first, less than a yard away. The sound coursed through me like an earthquake’s first tremor, tilting the ground and cracking reality’s facade. That the earth could move beneath one’s feet, that such a creature existed, that an animal’s utterance could evoke terror and exultation simultaneously. Such things should be impossible. Page 7: I wax poetic now, but in that moment I was certain I’d join the mutilated deer. Goodbye, David, I thought. Gonna go see Mom and Dad now. I hope Reddit doesn’t post the photos of whatever happens next. But what happened next was another sound. A deep inhalation, directly above my left shoulder. Now I was petrified. I swallowed a scream. I felt its body radiating heat, smelled blood and fur, felt its breath splashing against my cheek. Its scent was animal, pungent and wild, but beneath it was something familiar. Warmth, clean sweat. The faint trace of humanity that is detectable when you’re close to another person. Sensory incongruity overwhelmed me. I tried to turn my head but could only blink. My vision had adjusted to the moonlight, but the creature’s form was occluding the night sky. Rich CMYK black against dull RGB black. A void within a void. I searched for its eyes, but then a gentle brush of contact touched my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Better to be in the dark entirely than to see the teeth behind those bloody lips. The contact slid across my cheek – scratchy, damp, accompanied by a tang of copper, and another rustling inhalation against my ear. It was breathing my scent. Meal or plaything? How could it smell anything over the blood scent hanging thick in the air? I withstood it for three eternal seconds before its nose’s sudden cold contact against my ear made me flinch. My body’s primal drive to protect itself finally unlocked my muscles. I raised my hand to push its head away, only to find its arm. I felt wiry fur, hair-like but thicker. Beneath that, human bone structure. Pliable muscle, the twin beams of ulna and radius. I had its strange forearm in a death grip. Did it raise its hand to block mine or to peel my face from my skull? I tightened my grasp, but rather than retaliate, it withdrew its muzzle from my ear. Lost in the dark, my remaining senses bloomed. I could feel the sliding twitch of tendons in its arm as it moved...
February 2, 2026 at 2:45 PM
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werewolf.pizza
Harkness Test: PASSED
It moved lower, pausing at my stomach, its bloody muzzle brushing my shirt. Lips lifted, baring teeth. Claws tensed on me, and I braced again for the hot flare of pain as it pulled me apart from the mid- section. Instead, it leaned down and inhaled in short, sharp bursts. A curious snuffling grew more eager the further down it moved. A thrill of embarrassment and outrage ran through me as I realized what it was doing: it had found a scent it liked and was homing in. Why aren’t you resisting? I asked myself. Why aren’t you screaming? It thrust forward, grinding its muzzle between my legs, broad forehead pressed against my navel. Its claws pulled me closer, and I moved with it, rocking my hips without thinking, without hesitation. This creature was breathing in the pheromones of my exertion and a condition that I never would have imagined in these circumstances, but which I couldn’t deny: arousal. The knot of tension I’d carried for months in my throat and chest had melted into my hips, now demanding dissolution at the hands – or muzzle – of a monster. Despite the threat it posed, this creature, this dark animal-like void, drew me in. I’d never slept with a partner who kept the lights on, and now I was captured by the attentions of someone, or something, whose behaviour would shame the rudest beast in the dog park. I wanted this with an intensity I didn’t know I could feel for anything. But was there really a person in there? A mind inside that monstrous body that could want, and want to be wanted? “C-can you understand me?” I asked. It growled, claws digging deeper into my hip, branding ragged reg- istration marks in my flesh. My skittish bravery faltered. I whimpered and gripped its wrist tighter. But its hold on me softened, and it looked up. A gleam of fang. I saw an inscrutable animal face that could only want, never desire to be desired. But then those ebony- amber eyes met mine, and I saw, just for an instant, the person within...
February 3, 2026 at 9:37 PM