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loxiv's personal/oc art account. 🔞 SFW (mostly)
she/they . tmasc tired lesbian . 27 ⚢
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vicksul @vicksul.bsky.social · Oct 17
➤ you can call me loxiv or resi.

➤ this space is for my oc work and personal art. sfw mostly, but profile may include suggestive + adult themes.

➤replies limited or turned off for my sanity.

please do not heavily reference my work.
vicksul.bsky.social
weird cat (she/they) #oc
November 10, 2025 at 3:41 AM
vicksul.bsky.social
not much energy for personal art lately, but i will make time for her
November 6, 2025 at 5:59 PM
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wolventooth.bsky.social
🦇HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🦇
What better excuse to paint a full piece with my witch than for this spooky day!
Canonically, Ophelia is afraid of heights, but she can have a lil witch moment as a treat!
#monsterhearts #ocart
My OC Ophelia, dressed as a witch, is soaring above a nightscape of Newfoundland on a broom with her black cat sitting in front. There are many lights from the city and ships in the harbor. A flock of white birds is trailing beneath her as she flies.
October 31, 2025 at 12:59 PM
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jayeatonart.bsky.social
This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Huh. That doesn't seem right.

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin
Doug: She's probably already listening. She has very good hearing. Talita looks up from where she has pressed her face against the corner wall of her bedroom with a start. She is younger, with round glasses and large baggy black hoodie. Both the humans around the coffee table and Talita in her bedroom are shown in an impossibly clean cross section of the entire building, which cuts through windows, walls, furniture, and objects with atomic precision, revealing their interior structure. Next to the break room with Doug and the others is a reception area with a desk and mailboxes. It's decorated with a banner of colorful eggs and flowers, and a large paper wall art "reading "HAPPY FEASTER!" flanked by vegetables and a cartoon chabbit holding a broom. On the floors above the break room and the lobby are the dormitories for foster teens, with hallways in the middle. Next to all the dormitory bedroom doors hang miniature decorated brooms, some doors with many more brooms than others. Each of the bedrooms is in a different state of disarray, all with multiple bunk beds and teenage residents who have decorated and arranged their belongings in unique ways. Talita’s bedroom in contrast houses only her, with a large mattress on the floor and an electronics work desk in between her dressers. The ceiling light fixture is unscrewed, with its wiring split between the light and a cable running towards the work desk, seemingly as another source of power after all the wall outlets were occupied by splitters and extension cables. Her posters and decorations feature human celebrity heart throbs and aircraft. Wind spinners hang in front of her window. Outside the cross section, even more impossible, is Earth's deep sea. The building appears to sit directly on the abyssal plain, its cut rooms open to the environment as if the surrounding water were just more air. Brittle stars and sea pigs crawl on the ground next to the floor of the lobby, while crinoids pop up outside the break room like flowers. A group of snail fish swim lazily around the bisected edge of the break room’s window, and far off in the distant dark waters, a bigfin squid drifts by. Talita rolls her eyes and heaves a great sarcastic sigh out of her excurrent nostrils, pushing to get up from the floor where she had been eavesdropping to join the adults. Then, she sees outside the cross section. There, pinned to the surface of the abyssal ooze with a colossal harpoon, is the twisted wreck of a small jet airplane. Coating its peeling metal skin and choking its turbines are growths of bacterial slime and anemones, and the rotting crevices of its shattered frame play house to octopuses, fish, brittle stars, and crabs. Twining through the rotting ribs of the fuselage is Bip's avatar, hundreds of meters long and composed from billions of glowing marine snow particles, making its body shine a brilliant white in the darkness of the abyss. Its head emerges from a great hole torn in the roof of the cockpit, reclining on the nose of the plane with folded arms. The harpoon lodged against the ribs of the plane pierces its chest, as if to trap them inside the wreck. It is looking at Talita.
November 4, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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jeannettearroyo.bsky.social
OoOhh I love dinosaurs
November 2, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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egguinoxx.bsky.social
Hey!
I'm taking 5 slots for NSFW sketches over at #vgen

vgen.co/Egguinox
PD👻 (@Egguinox)
Check out PD👻's commissions and portfolio! | Freelance illustrator for 6+ years - they/them - 🍁 ...
vgen.co
October 31, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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jayeatonart.bsky.social
This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Chapter 8 begins. Is anyone else getting a sinking feeling?

Catch up: https://runawaytothestars.com
Read ahead: https://patreon.com/jayrockin
Chapter 8: Heavy Water A closeup of a coffee table fades out of blackness, showing three different people's hands. A hotpad sits in the middle of the table with three normal sized mugs around it. On the far side of the table, next to an empty seat on the couch, is a four cup glass measuring jug full of water. The jug has stickers on the outside of a helicopter, an airplane, a flower, and a cartoon quailicorn; along with rectangular labels reading "TALITA ONLY." Otília: Tea, Mx. Derringer? Mel: Thank you, Otília. Otília pours tea from a teapot into a mug held in Mel's hands. The other seated person rests their hand on the table. It is an older hand, with scars on the fingers. Other person: Shouldn’t Talita be here for this? The view pulls back to show three people seated around the coffee table in a kind of break room, with a sink and cabinets in the background. An e-panel on the wall with a mangled pen cord shows smiling human children and the name "Garriton Teen Village." Mel is younger, with less grey in their hair and no beard. Otília is a middle-aged tabby catgirl, with striped hair in a loose braid over her shoulder. The other person is a bald man with a thick white beard, black metal band shirt, ear piercings, and sparse eyebrows. Mel: Yes, I’d love to talk more with her. Otília: I texted her, but she’s still in her room. Even alien teens are moody, apparently. The man looks over his shoulder out the window and mutters to himself in Portuguese. The man: Hm. Ela está nos espionando… Otília: Mel, anything you'd like to ask before your prospective foster arrives? Mel: Well… Is it true she was anonymously surrendered in a pet carrier? Otília turns to look at the man on the couch. Otília: Ask Doug. We only got her at 15. Doug: Yes. She was six months old, recently pupated. Only this tall. Doug gestures with his hands, showing a height of about 30 centimeters. Inset panel: A pet carrier shows two familiarly round eyes peering out of the darkness behind the wire door. Mel: Wow. Doug: Could run, though. Like a little cat. Doug smiles, Mel strokes their chin incredulously. Inset panel: A little naked creature covered in a coat of wiry spotted feathers runs out of the pet carrier on six long knobby legs ending in tiny four-toed bird-like paws with hooves, with round staring eyes above dark eye-stripes, a tiny tucked trunk, and two tiny spinnerets where a tail might be on an Earth animal. It is familiarly Talita-shaped, but of infantile proportions. Mel: Do you think she's a trafficking victim? The comic panel background dips away, showing a black void behind Mel's head. A gulper eel swims by. Doug: Hard to say. Otília: There wasn't a note, right? Doug: Nothing. Our youth care facility was not equipped to deal with a non-human infant. The first couple weeks were a scramble for food, medical care… Mel: So… They rub their thumb along the top of their mug awkwardly. The panel background of the brightly lit break room dips away again. An abyssal plain can be faintly seen, a lone squid drifting slowly over it. Mel: …Why wasn’t she returned to the centaur homeplanet? Doug: We tried. Otília's brow furrows. Otília: Centaurs don’t really do foster care, do they? Doug: The embassy told us that most clans choose to cull unclaimed infants. Doug: By the time we had arrangements for her here, it was easier to just– He rubs the back of his head, gesturing with the other arm helplessly. Doug: –Keep doing it, than find a clan with a matriarch willing to adopt. Mel: Well, I hope I can provide her with some stability going into college. The panel background is absent. A school of lanternfish flicker past in the inky blackness over Mel's head. Mel: It was a hard enough transition for my two bio kids, but with her circumstances… Doug: We’re thankful for your help. Jovia cuts foster sponsorship on her 18th birthday. The window of the room no longer shows sun and leaves, but open black water. A deep-sea ray swims past. Otília checks her phone and frowns in irritation. Otília: It’s been ten minutes. Should I bang on her door? Doug smiles as Otília gets up from her chair. Doug: Isn’t her room just above us on the second floor? Otília: Oh– yes. Why? The abyssal plane lurks behind the comic panel, sea cucumbers and brittle stars crawling languidly over the ooze.
October 31, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
do you like these lesbian furries yes or also yes
October 28, 2025 at 4:09 PM
vicksul.bsky.social
do you like these lesbian furries yes or also yes
October 28, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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vicksul.bsky.social
dewdle before bed, now kiss... #oc #lesbian
November 21, 2024 at 6:10 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
body heat thief #oc #lesbian
November 24, 2024 at 10:30 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
dewdle from few days ago. post holiday meal cuddles
#oc #lesbian
December 2, 2024 at 9:41 PM
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vicksul.bsky.social
quick Solo and Dax refs because it's long overdue #oc #lesbian
December 6, 2024 at 8:19 PM
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vicksul.bsky.social
lesbian creachurez #oc #lesbian
December 7, 2024 at 2:59 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
cheesedburgar... 🍔 #oc #furry
December 11, 2024 at 1:58 AM
vicksul.bsky.social
patty outfit doodles that are collecting dust #oc
October 27, 2025 at 11:01 PM
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amontis.bsky.social
Some random personal artworks 🌿

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#oc #art #furry
October 26, 2025 at 2:54 PM
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blackbloodalliance.bsky.social
Bloodspill 2025
check comments for a drawing I made of her in 2005!
October 26, 2025 at 4:28 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
they're lezzing outtt
October 24, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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vicksul.bsky.social
these fools
October 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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vicksul.bsky.social
waiter oh waiter more lesbian vampires please
October 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM
vicksul.bsky.social
waiter oh waiter more lesbian vampires please
October 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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fleshatronach.bsky.social
nother kestrel griffin scribble
griffin (bird lion creature) but bird half is an american kestrel
October 19, 2025 at 1:57 AM
vicksul.bsky.social
bloodsucker (they/she)
October 17, 2025 at 11:29 AM
vicksul.bsky.social
bloodsucker (she/they)
October 17, 2025 at 11:28 AM