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Actually Salem
@kreoche.bsky.social
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• felid therian, he/they/lynx, mid 30s
• amateur artist, may consider commissions
• single & looking, gay for paws, let's get coffee!
• NSFW, 18+ only

🌎 Colorado, USA

🔗 https://kreoche.carrd.co/

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Actually Salem @kreoche.bsky.social · Aug 14
Art Train!
Here's some SFW art I drew.
I think I might be the caboose in this scenario, haha, but I may as well tag some folks.

@russellfox.bsky.social
@lakehounds.bsky.social
@2yoshis.bsky.social
A drawing of an anthro lion sitting on a park bench sketching in a sketchbook. A photograph of an open sketchbook page showing a drawing an anthro lion resting his chin in his hands and winking at the viewer. A drawing of an anthro lion sitting on the ground. He wears swim trunks and a life jacket and holds a kayak oars in front of him. He has a huge stupid dumb loveable grin on his face. A quick sketch of an anthro lion laying peacefully on his tum with his legs bent, paws up in the air behind him.
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dethbox.bsky.social
"I hate interacting with people. It's a draining experience. But you aren't a person. I LIKE hanging with you" is a multilayer compliment. I like being not-people. The Exception. Overlooked. Under the radar. An object that makes things better.

#AwooComic
November 23, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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joabaldwin.com
🐮💚 Happy Feral Flame release day! 🐺🔥

Book 4 of 6 of the #NossSaga ✅ ... Two more to go.
Help me spread the word, and good luck getting that mask!
#BookSky 🌈📚 #QueerBookSky
Release day giiveaway! Fɾee mask. Bluesky exclusive. Share + comment to enter rafflle for a fɾee mask (plus other goodies I’ll drop in the box). Yes, I’ll ship internationally. The mask has minor cosmetic flaws, but it’s cool as fuck. Background image shows the hardcover of Feral Flame with the buffalo illustration, and a dark canid mask over a moody illustration with a feral wolf.
November 11, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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outsidewolves.bsky.social
#computer #tractor_feed #trypophobia
A cartoon drawing of an exasperated wolf holding a sheet of tractor feed computer paper that is composed entirely of tear-off tractor holes. Text above him reads "TRACTOR FEED COMPUTER PAPER 8.5 x 11 Oops! All Holes!"
November 7, 2025 at 6:30 AM
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truen8ure.bsky.social
Oh, it's #TherianDay ?

Hello.
Am Therian~ 🐺

🎨 Is my own
A feral wolf laying upside down on a giant dog bed and grinning. A small white wolf with red markings zooming around gleefully.
November 6, 2025 at 5:33 AM
kreoche.bsky.social
Paws are the best treats.
NSFW commission from Russell Fox.
russellfox.bsky.social Russell @russellfox.bsky.social · 27d
Showing off the beans 🐾

Commission for @kreoche.bsky.social
October 31, 2025 at 12:21 AM
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hearthfox.bsky.social
I’m doing my best
(but tbh i’m feeling pretty burnt out)
October 29, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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nepeteaa.bsky.social
Gray Fox in the Shoreline
ink and digital color
October 29, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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eskiworks.bsky.social
I've been kicking this back and forth between Photoshop and Procreate since February and recently finished it! Nym overlooking a forest with distant ancient mysteries to be unraveled, in a style I've wanted to play with for a long time.
[ #Art #FurryArt #TeaFeathers ]
Digital drawing of a winged fox-like animal in a tree, looking out into the forest. In the distance is a huge dinosaur-like skull with an equally giant ancient spear going through it.
October 29, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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hearthfox.bsky.social
There was a Fox in the percolator.
October 28, 2025 at 12:12 AM
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bencollins.bsky.social
SNAP benefits expire in one week.
acyn.bsky.social Acyn @acyn.bsky.social · Oct 23
Leavitt: At this moment in time, the ballroom is really the president's main priority.
October 23, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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cowboypunkcolt.bsky.social
A variety of skulls for this cat and coyote pair
October 18, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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cowboypunkcolt.bsky.social
I'll also be posting various completed jars in this thread until the end of October~

A complex timepiece for a complex beast
October 18, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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earthen-were.bsky.social
To celebrate my new handle, it's raffle time‼️

There will be two winners!
1st- your choice of a custom ceramic sculpture (6"x6" max) OR a large woodburn (~11"x8" max, have several shapes)
2nd- custom pendant of any animal + woven cord!

to enter, simply follow and repost! ends Dec 1st!
October 18, 2025 at 6:53 PM
kreoche.bsky.social
It me!
hearthfox.bsky.social HearthFox ΘΔ @hearthfox.bsky.social · Oct 17
Holiday card for Salem
October 17, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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hearthfox.bsky.social
Holiday card for Salem
October 17, 2025 at 9:10 PM
kreoche.bsky.social
Okay Wikifur. That's not on-brand, but thanks.
A screenshot from a DDoS attack prevention loading page from Wikifur. It reads, "En.Wikifur.com is verifying you are human. This may take a few seconds." I underlined the word human and crudely drew an annoyed lynx face with the words, "okay wikifur"
October 17, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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15 US states and territories have formed a new Public Health Alliance, which will counter the absence of federal leadership by tracking outbreaks, issuing guidance, buying vaccines and more.

Members of the new alliance include CA, CO, CT, DE, GU, HI, IL, MD, MA, NJ, NY, NC, OR, RI, WA.
Map: Governors Public Health Alliance * Guam is also a member of the alliance Updated October 15, 2025 Map: @luckytran • Created with Datawrapper
October 16, 2025 at 4:43 AM
kreoche.bsky.social
the Mystery persists-ery
kreoche.bsky.social Actually Salem @kreoche.bsky.social · Dec 3
What if a glory hole, but for paws.
🤔??!
October 12, 2025 at 10:55 PM
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lackadaisy.bsky.social
Hey everyone, we have some big news to share!
LACKADAISY - Last Call
A preview of Lackadaisy Season One - the Speakeasy is in its prime as Mitzi and the band regale the crowd with an original musical number, Last Call. This seemed like the ideal way to announce that Lackadaisy is now officially a ‪Glitch‬ Production!!
youtu.be
October 10, 2025 at 7:30 PM
kreoche.bsky.social
Getting ready for SpoOo0oky Season by playing horror games with friends. @ticasloth.bsky.social and I are playing our way though Death Mark, and lynx meowdy is it terrifying!
A screenshot from the video game Death Mark shows the head and shoulders of a human anatomical model. The skin on its left side is removed to show musculature detail. Poisonous snakes erupt from the mouth and vacant eye socket of the model's head. The dialogue text so matter-of-factly reads, "It's a snake head."
October 10, 2025 at 6:49 PM
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lucyon.bsky.social
All animations from 2022 (Watch at own risk)
September 19, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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shimi.bsky.social
New zine: “Look Into My Eyes One Last Time”

A final love letter to the self I shed
A prayer for the creature. Becoming
A reckoning, a surrender. Homecoming

This is my deepest wish laid bare—needle, fur, breath, & mercy. Being held with a care I never found.

#AnimalHRT #Therianthropy #ShortStory
A hand-drawn black-and-white cover image in a sketchy ink style. At the top, large stenciled type reads: “LOOK INTO MY EYES ONE LAST TIME.” Below the title is a syringe and a small medicine vial labeled “LUPINEX – Therionyl – 5mL,” with a stylized eye logo on the label. The vial and syringe are crosshatched with vintage texture lines. Below the drawing, in handwritten script, is the phrase: “Homecoming, not vanishing” and the signature Shimi & Critter. [Art on Page] A detailed graphite drawing of a wolf’s eyes. One, the left is more formed than the right — indicating a near but not complete transition. The fur around them is dense and wispy, rendered in fine pencil lines that suggest softness and depth. The eyes are highly realistic and expressive, staring directly outward with intense, soulful focus. They seem alert but ancient—wide with instinct, watching as if waiting for something to begin. The drawing fades at the edges into blank white space, giving the eyes a floating, disembodied presence. Look into my eyes one last time Look into my eyes. Hold them close until you can see the last scrap of me — the part that counts thoughts in lists, that weighs choices against rules, that folds shame into tidy, human-shaped pockets. Watch it loosen. Watch the corners of doubt unhook themselves like small animals from a net and dart away. There is no melodrama here, no violent yanking; it slips. The human mind peels like old bark, and underneath, the thing that always was settles warm and terrible and simple. They give me the last injection in a room that smells faintly of cedar and lemon. No needles, no cold clinical lecture — only the careful hands of doctors, veterinarians and nurses who know which bones to cradle and which stories to leave untold. I breathe. I lost the ability to count days back. I let the bracing liquid be a gate, not an instruction manual. I do not want to name it; names are the thin net that caught me for years. The burn is a rumour. It goes through me sideways — a quiet rearrangement, like a convent bell that signals not death but a calling. My limbs answer first. They stop thinking of movement and begin to remember it: how to fold, to coil, to push. Tendons unlearn the polite phrasing of two-legged steps and curve toward the old, fourfold geometry of running. My hands tighten and flatten; the knuckles find a new logic. Fur prickles along my forearms as if a thousand small moths take flight together and settle again. Each hair is a note in a chord I’ve felt… no… known in my bones since childhood. Look again. See how the pupils widen, how the whites retreat like a shy moon. My last maps of metaphor — the maps that turned hunger into lists and longing into projects — dissolve. Where there had been a ledger of self, there is now only the immediate ledger of scent and sound and the earth’s exact tilt beneath my weight. I do not mourn the maps. I never used them as well as the human world predicted and as I pretended. Sound changes. Those little, trivial noises of the room condense into a chorus: the slow tick of breath in the person beside me, the whisper of fabric, the distant wet confluence of gutters. And underneath that: a low, patient life-frequency — root and soil and river. It is not music so much as an acknowledgment. I find I can hear the insect conversation inside the walls, the sap walking up the birch, the small, stupid heartbeat of a mouse two blocks away. There is an intimacy to it that is almost rude. Breath becomes work and worship at once. My ribcage narrows, then widens in ways I know but cannot name. Milk memories — a thing to shame into silence when human — rise like a tide: the cadence of suckling, the doctrinal simplicity of being called to feed and to protect. A swelling around my belly that is not fat but purpose. I think of my children who never were, of the packs I have loved in mute pieces. The notion of motherhood is larger than gender; it is a compass with teeth. My children! You are my children and you are my all! My jaw shifts. I feel the slow, inevitable rearrangement — a socket loosens, a hinge finds its voice. A tooth erupts where an organised thought had lived. The smell of iron, rain-damp soil, and sleeping bodies that have waited for me — flooding my mouth like saliva. Tears come and I do not know if they are human or creature; they taste of salt and release. There is a tenderness in my own trembling that I have never allowed before. Outside the window, someone whose scent I knew laughs and it sounds to me like a distant bell. The handlers murmur: careful, gentle, let her and her pack decide. My mouth forms the shape and bark of guttural assent I could not voice when I was wholly human. Somewhere a crate opens as if the world is taking a breath with me. They will test me further, yes. They will see whether my newness walks toward the wild or clings to the small, safe hands of fosterers who will teach me boundaries, how to pass in a world of paved things. I do not fear them. I am no longer wrapped in that ledger — of consent, of cost, of consequence. I am wrapped in appetite and mercy. The choice, if there is one, feels less like an argument and more like a direction: toward den or home, toward the kill lovingly taken or the bowl lovingly given. Look once more. There is no human drama in my eyes now — only depth, like a riverbed where stones remember every footstep. The last scrap of thought, the tiny librarian of my life who loved lists, things and order, exhales and steps back through the doorway we are leaving open. I feel it go, and where it is gone there is fullness, a pulse that answers the creature’s call without translation. This is not a loss. It is not my obliteration. It is the solving of a long, clenched equation. I am not lessened. I am finally the shape I have been learning. Look into my eyes, one last time. I am awakening. — Shimi & Critter @shimi.bsky.social
September 26, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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riverofstars.bsky.social
Remember to support your local libraries! They often have DVDs & Blu-Ray discs you can rent out. Many carry fairly new and sometimes harder to find releases! You don't really need to keep paying shitty corpos costly subscription services to starting building your own collections at home (iykyk).
September 23, 2025 at 5:57 PM
kreoche.bsky.social
Happy Autumn, yall! I feel nostalgic so I'll recount some tales from my LARP days.

One weekend I was playing Crusade of Legends, a sword & board weekend campout LARP. I was keeping night watch with a friend on the ground behind a barricade of picnic tables, while 2 guards watched from the roof.

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September 23, 2025 at 3:10 AM
kreoche.bsky.social
The feels. My siblings and I all got together a couple weeks ago. I'm close with most of em, and I was pining to be lynx around them. I want to edit a lynx in place of me in some photos we took of ourselves, but I'm the tallest among them, and lynxies are smol, so the angles just aren't right. Alas!
koro.fish Koro!! 🐳 ΘΔ @koro.fish · Sep 22
dogfeels
A series of doodles about feeling less like an anthro dog and more like a quadruped dog. I dont wanna walk with a friend (illustrated by me walking alongside a silhouette of a friend), but i wanna BE WALKED by a friend (illustrated by that same friend now holding my leash while walking and i'm now a feral).
September 23, 2025 at 2:40 AM