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LCSyeen
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bronzefurry.bsky.social
SUGGESTIVE WARNING ⚠️

Sunny day with dogday:3

#dogday #furryart
January 27, 2026 at 5:59 PM
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turbodoshiba.bsky.social
This car exceeds our 26¥ budget
January 27, 2026 at 11:23 AM
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phwog.bsky.social
Sums up the past half decade, highly recommended read johnpaulbrammer.substack.com/p/in-captivity
In Captivity
On the wild, the tame, and the boundary between
johnpaulbrammer.substack.com
January 27, 2026 at 1:18 AM
lcslick.flave.media
I dunno if I should go bald or not for my sona.
Vro just has so much going on their head...
Maybe a visit to the stylist is a better idea lol
January 25, 2026 at 9:49 PM
lcslick.flave.media
Still this month I should return!
...right?

#furry #sketch
Roto exclaims with conviction, "I'll finish it tomorrow!" However the word "lie" annotates that declaration. Roto now spotting it takes a grudge against it. "Now what's this?" ,they sneer unknowing to the answer being "Uncertainty" annotating the "Lie" now.
January 24, 2026 at 7:26 PM
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nezik.bsky.social
das me
#furryart #furryoc
January 23, 2026 at 7:44 PM
lcslick.flave.media
It's late
But freaky body pillow

#furry
A fat hyena dog hungers for a bone.They're Roto after all. They await to be a beast of a body pillow to snuggle with.
January 21, 2026 at 7:17 AM
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rosieriot.bsky.social
Plurality

CW: implied sui, religious trauma, abuse

(1/3)
a panel of text boxes "Is something wrong with me" "What makes you say that?" "I don't think this is normal. The way you talk and act, it doesn't sound like me?" "I am you." "Are you?" "What else could I be?" koboldart plurality plural DID digital art therian therianthropy furry fursona werewolf werebeast canine puppy jackalope bunny rabbit trans transgender a silhouette of a sad looking anthro pup "I had...no one back then" "I could barely get out of bed out of fear" "I desperately needed someone..." a panel comic showing a sad anthro pup with a red line streaming through it before it shows furious red colored eyes with a myriad of internal arguements happening around it "One day things got...bad.........and then" "And then me" A drawing of a scared looking anthro pup with a silhouette of an angry looking pup behind it. the second panel shows two dark figures, one looking angry, the other looking dissapointed. there are white crosses colored with blood stabbed into the ground "You made me or I made myself. I'm not quite sure still. but I know now the same thing I knew then"
January 21, 2026 at 1:58 AM
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imkrisyim.com
up late on your phone, ruining your sleep schedule?

do yourself a favor and stop scrolling......
and start GAMING!!!!!!!!!!

🦫 BURROWMOLE NOW PLAYABLE ON MOBILE 🦫
play in browser with on-screen touch controls!!

imkrisyim.itch.io/burrowmole-m... #gamedev
burrowmole (mobile edition) by imkrisyim
a puzzle platformer by crispy critter
imkrisyim.itch.io
January 20, 2026 at 6:41 AM
lcslick.flave.media
Its a new year so I gotta resume the art grind!
Weekend draws are gonna be back now >:9
The hyena dog has a scrumptious bone in their maw. Fluffy critters really do take after their fur.
January 20, 2026 at 4:09 PM
lcslick.flave.media
The weed that makes you puppy is so goated.
Thank you pomni for the treat.
January 19, 2026 at 11:10 PM
lcslick.flave.media
Decided to upload a old recording I made
Voice reveal or not I've been in my friend's videos ;3
youtu.be/tt7az-RLw2s?...
Hyena Yaps while in Touhou purgatory...
YouTube video by L.C.S. Lick
youtu.be
January 17, 2026 at 11:38 PM
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bronzefurry.bsky.social
Updated my commission sheet!
January 17, 2026 at 7:57 PM
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tinnier.bsky.social
Caught in a tube

#furryart
furry, ferret, tube, photo
November 14, 2024 at 4:36 PM
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bronzefurry.bsky.social
"I'm obsessed, you're not sure. If I loved you Less, would you love me more?"

Music: Love you less by Joji

#echovn
January 15, 2026 at 9:18 PM
lcslick.flave.media
Apathetic Goo
#horror
Melting into you, With little idea of feeling. I hope I'm not scary, Because that's your job.
January 15, 2026 at 6:22 AM
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deadlycomics.bsky.social
THIS HOUSE HAS GOOD BONES
January 9, 2026 at 5:13 PM
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capegloam.bsky.social
#mypaws 🐕
a color pencil drawing of my fursona holding up his paws
January 7, 2026 at 11:54 PM
lcslick.flave.media
Starting this year with something awesome.

#furry #paw
Two taidums shake on it. One of them uses their foot paw. This leaves the other one with flustering thoughts.
January 2, 2026 at 8:36 AM
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capegloam.bsky.social
here's a long poem I wrote about my becoming-a-poet and becoming-a-furry. (1/2)
On becoming an animal, I mean, a poet After Chen Chen, after Jzl A dog is excitable, friendly, innocent. A dog tramples flowers, eats from the trash, and only learns it did wrong by a scolding tone. A dog is soft, and gross—slobbery, and kind. Of myself as a dog, I want to remember this, of myself. My first fursona was a futile attempt to capture all of my self. He was a photograph, a portrait. He was static, still, cute like cotton candy. But my raccoon paws thought to wash it, & watched it melt in horror. There wasn’t anything there. My first fursona died. He slept in a sunken bed with green sheets, positioned in the middle of the room, surrounded by a hundred knicknacks on the floor. Nutcracker. Pieces of a cardboard marble run. Plastic horse. Rose necklace from Claire’s. It was a funeral—every night. Repeating like my dad rewatching the office. Mourning myself again and again. That dead sort of state, hypnotized by blueness, greenness. The hue never really mattered. I hid the rose necklace from my parents in a small secret compartment beneath the dash of my car. It was the only girly thing I had for myself. I couldn’t show it to them. Not after last time. It was a replacement for the one taken from me. I hid the rose necklace from my parents in a small secret compartment beneath the dash of my car. It was the only girly thing I had for myself. I couldn’t show it to them. Not after last time. It was a replacement for the one taken from me. I spent the entirety of my $230 2-week paycheck on a furaffinity auction bid. Dad was proud of me for saving for college. I jerked off to that drawing three times before I couldn't bear looking at it anymore. Everyone has always expected me to be more than what I am. If you heard a dog speak, you’d expect it to be more than a dog, too. You’d expect it to get a job and pay rent. If a dog gets to share its opinions on the same level as man, if a dog gets to vote, if a dog gets to contribute to the conversation, it is no longer free. “I think that dogs should vote!” —Griffin McElroy We forgot to submit my senior pictures to the yearbook. I cried and cried and cried about not being remembered the way I wanted. All I wanted was to be in the talent show again, reading a poem on stage with Scotty, like last year, when everyone else sang, so we won by default. My stupid yearbook quote under my stupid school photo, next to my classmates in suits, in dresses. They got to grow up. They got live laugh love quotes, and I felt, for the first time, that those meant something that mattered. I wish I had said something that mattered. Being a furry is taking a chisel to your psyche. Being a furry is chipping the nose off of David, chipping the face off of David, chipping the ears, the hands, the feet. In some cases, (in my case), being a furry is also chipping the cock off of David. I currently have seven fursonas: 1. Mason. Yellow dog. Arbiter of joy. Reminder to stay optimistic. Reminder to forgive myself. Reminder to love everything, everyone. The first vessel to be filled—bubbly champagne, or sunny D—and the first to be emptied. Sunshine on a rainy day. Vapor rising from wet pavement. A reason to keep going. Keep going. 2. Florence. Green sea monster. Holder of my loneliness. Stagnant pool water. The Poet part of me. Has four arms, and no idea what to do with any of them. Imprisoned, or was imprisoned, by a chain link fence. Existed as a person, as jealousy, and will be reborn as one again. Will be forgiven by the sky that hates them. 3. Caleb. Orange dog. Avatar of homosexual craving. Football jock from the 80’s, when men wore crop tops, and the world was stained sepia. Tri-color lines winding their way around a cassette tape. Parallel, infinitely parallel, so electrically close, but never touching. Never real. Cock the size of a small car. Muscles he’s never had to work for. No reason needed to be. 4. Barley. Blue dragon. Every boy I’ve ever had a crush on, melted down like brass, and poured into a mold. Blue sky, mountainous clouds, the faintest—brightest rainbow. Fields of wheat. Fields of dead grass. A runner passes by, and he’s shirtless, and my breath hitches for a moment. A tail that coils and floats around me, free like the breeze. The world in which I never had to come out, because I was never caged. 5. Cupid. Pink angel bunny. My feminine reservations. My want to be pretty, like every girl I’ve ever known. My want to be wanted. My sick jealousy of the catcall. My conscience who guides me towards the most sinful direction. My breast, my breastbone, my flesh, my wings that guide me through this feeling, my body. My beautiful body. 6. Smoke. Aardwolf, or fox. Apocalypse incarnate. The ultimate catharsis. The razing of the forest, the fire touching the underside of the clouds, yellow like heaven, like horror. A habitual cycle. The lighting of a cigarette. An exhale. Coming down from a panic attack. A car crash, narrowly avoided. Borne from a poem, reborn as a poem, myself as a poem. 7. Gaffin. Green hummingbird-ferret. Honoring my younger self. Carefree whimsy. A choice to keep the child in me alive. Wears a wizard hat with a cowboy brim. That dark ruby glimmer in my eye at sunset, at horizon, at possibility. Exploring the 2010 internet unsupervised, and unscathed. Knees of the child, unscathed. I am unscathed.
January 1, 2026 at 8:26 PM
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basedziti.bsky.social
Rockruff and Lycanroc #pokemon #pokemonbeedee
The Pokémon Rockruff. A small brown dog-like monster with a fluffy curled tail. The Pokémon Midday Lycanroc. A tan wolf-like monster with sharp rocks in its mane. The Pokémon Midnight Lycanroc. A red and white werewolf-like monster with a large mane and large forelegs. It is standing on its hind legs. The Pokémon Dusk Lycanroc. A rust colored wolf-like monster with a white mane and tail. It has sharp rocks in its mane.
December 30, 2025 at 12:44 PM
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derbruhniko.bsky.social
Be of good cheer!
#touhou #touhouproject #東方Project #touhoufanart
Orin and her zombie fairies
December 30, 2025 at 2:24 AM
lcslick.flave.media
My emotions really do fuel my art. It's rough not being disciplined in that regard, but that's what growing up means right?

To handle life better 2 by 2!

#furry #art
Within a recluse's buried hideout. I dare not stare, Nor do I glare. I dare not bring night. Afraid I might lose sight. You shine so far away. I can not just stowaway. Your stars shine unbothered. I barely weave unbothered. I haven't whispered up to the night sky. You fail to see past your light and pry. Outside the cave shines the constellation "The Big Dipper". He stares at himself. She stares at a hidden wall. They cry for me freely knowing I do to. A smile we share as well a shining heart I dare claim. Maternal Instincts foster upon itself. Wounds and threads must be tended to by a steady mind. With being comprised of many they care for themselves. A reflection that brings a clear sense of self. Waking from a strange dream. I look through a new peace. Perhaps I can now let something anew infect my mind. That is to say I can't know all that plagues my heart to make me the way I am.
December 28, 2025 at 5:47 PM
lcslick.flave.media
Having holiday work sure is tiring
Even when most of it I don't think I can post on main...
But worry not!
I will push myself!... and theeeeen take a break.
Fat gummy critters, Towering sweet beasts, and more to be made will come!

Happy Holidays!!!
December 26, 2025 at 12:59 AM
lcslick.flave.media
I have emotions I cannot process properly.
The Pillar.

#furry #art
The Caterpillar eats away at the leaves. Odd in existence but ordinary in action. Roto will eat the leaf on this sunny day.
December 21, 2025 at 12:28 AM