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mommydaughterkit
@animatedcattail.bsky.social
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mommy-daughter-owner-pet-thing, kit/kits she/her, not many thoughts tbh :3
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wandwess.bsky.social
Snake husband preforming all for you🩵
December 11, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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nepentz.bsky.social
>perfect body doesn't exi--
November 28, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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catgrrrlriot.bsky.social
Let me get that with extra tentacle, yeah?
#nsfwart #riotdrawsthings
November 25, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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theycallhimcake.bsky.social
kitty flop ☁️
October 26, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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autumnwolff.bsky.social
*clears throat*

*mumbles*

“Thanks for, like, buying my books and stuff. It means the world or whatever.”
A Miraculous Ladybug screen shot
August 14, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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shimi.bsky.social
Two Wolves Meet…
A textured paper background features a poem titled “Two wolves meet” written in a clean serif font, divided into two columns. On the left, the poem begins with: Two wolves meet where the ancient trail splits. One is bone, thin as wind through pine, black fur like a shadow peeled from stone. Below the poem, two hand-drawn wolves face one another. The left wolf is dark, hunched, and wearier in posture. The right wolf, also drawn in expressive, messy ink lines, approaches with a calmer presence, suggesting guidance and care. The full poem is as follows: Two wolves meet where the ancient trail splits. One is bone, thin as wind through pine, black fur like a shadow peeled from stone. The other—me— heavy with silence, My feet feet torn, hope dim as a dying coal The old wolf turns back, not to block the way— but to walk beside. Not to warn, nor make me stay It has known the weight I carry, It has bled on these same stones. And it says nothing of heaven, Nor nothing of what lies ahead She says only this: “Not far now. Not far.” And so I rise, because she did. And I go on, because she stayed. Signed at the bottom: “—Shimi.”
June 16, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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shimi.bsky.social
I felt moved last night to make something… a Therian artefact… a poster? Manifesto? Handout? Flyer?

Whatevs. Its done. I’ll stick a few up over town.
A B&W poster” “WE WEREN’T BORN AS THEY SAID,” with poetic text about creaturely identity, defiance of naming systems, & embracing transformation. The design is chaotic & natural, with pencil-style animal drawings in each corner: a wolf (top left), a raven (top right), a rabbit (bottom left), & a cat (bottom right). Each is sketched with textured lines We didn’t begin in the clean white glare of their charts. We arrived—yowling-growling-baying-howling, cawing, snarling—our half-formed, paws still muddy from an older place. And they named us? No. They trapped us. In idea, in syllables that smelled of linoleum & sharp metal. They called us boy-girl he-she—as if they could ever know what had birthed in that room. But we're not names. we're poetry & motion. we're shedding. we're becoming again & again, slick with moulting skin & seasons that do not obey clocks. They cannot pin us to the wall like a dead moth & call it truth. We don’t owe our shapes to the ones who tried to bind them. We don’t owe our hearts to a category. We do not remember being born, so why should we carry the weight of that first cage? Let the forest remember us instead. Let our tracks in the dirt, our fur in the bramble, our voice in the long night be our real record. If we were once mistaken for something we're not—then so be it. we're not sacred because of what we were called. we're sacred because of what we're now. Breathing. Shifting. Choosing. Alive. Still reading this? Dearest creature: Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping with your back pressed to one who knows your scent, your musk? Are you helping your packs find water, safety, moonlight? Do not forget your teeth are not just for defence. They are also for grooming. For play. For love, for cracking open new things. Exploring your world. Be not defined nor categorised by those who tried to clip your wings or dull your teeth & claws. Define thyself by your every sacred heartbeat & keep going. Even when they wish us dead & gone.
June 18, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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alwaysfaceleft.com
for @mallow.gay
#afleft #furryart
mimi now with a pair of huge leaky breasts spilling out of their sweater. she now has a confused expression
April 5, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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buxbi.bsky.social
Commission for @tiggybloom.bsky.social !! 💗💗
March 23, 2025 at 12:54 AM
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yungkhan.bsky.social
...check up on yo strong friends...
January 29, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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heartsremedy.bsky.social
this song is verr cuute!! youtu.be/HQf66EYv3cA?...
Ragamuffin Rampage
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January 29, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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rcta9.bsky.social
their laugh
January 23, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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i took it as a personal challenge
March 1, 2024 at 8:00 PM
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heartsremedy.bsky.social
Jade Harley playing with her karkat :D #homestuck #art #animation
January 27, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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catgrrrlriot.bsky.social
Okay I think I cooked
January 24, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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combosdoodles.bsky.social
Talking Baby names
January 25, 2025 at 9:32 PM