Rafuteru
@rafuteru.bsky.social
Furry spanish who likes chunkys, video games and humor. Only +18.
Great DnD and Pathfinder enthusiast
Pfp: @davifransarts.bsky.social
Banner: @grokam.bsky.social
Great DnD and Pathfinder enthusiast
Pfp: @davifransarts.bsky.social
Banner: @grokam.bsky.social
Unelias swore he’d only made “a little extra food.”
Krim took it as a challenge.
Now the feast is gone, the table is empty, and the only thing heavier than the fridge… is Krim himself.
Unelias belongs to @professionalbedbreaker.com
🎨: @l-lockt.bsky.social
Krim took it as a challenge.
Now the feast is gone, the table is empty, and the only thing heavier than the fridge… is Krim himself.
Unelias belongs to @professionalbedbreaker.com
🎨: @l-lockt.bsky.social
November 12, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Unelias swore he’d only made “a little extra food.”
Krim took it as a challenge.
Now the feast is gone, the table is empty, and the only thing heavier than the fridge… is Krim himself.
Unelias belongs to @professionalbedbreaker.com
🎨: @l-lockt.bsky.social
Krim took it as a challenge.
Now the feast is gone, the table is empty, and the only thing heavier than the fridge… is Krim himself.
Unelias belongs to @professionalbedbreaker.com
🎨: @l-lockt.bsky.social
In their latest training session, Krim’s divine light collides with Kofu’s living ink, each strike echoing their bond of discipline, strength, and brotherhood.
Steel-hard faith against fluid art: two spirits pushing each other toward mastery.
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Steel-hard faith against fluid art: two spirits pushing each other toward mastery.
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
October 12, 2025 at 1:39 PM
In their latest training session, Krim’s divine light collides with Kofu’s living ink, each strike echoing their bond of discipline, strength, and brotherhood.
Steel-hard faith against fluid art: two spirits pushing each other toward mastery.
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Steel-hard faith against fluid art: two spirits pushing each other toward mastery.
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Is there anything better than resting peacefully on a tree branch, while the sunlight filters through the leaves?
Surely Rafuteru won’t face any unexpected surprises.
This drawing was made possible thanks to @grokam.bsky.social
Surely Rafuteru won’t face any unexpected surprises.
This drawing was made possible thanks to @grokam.bsky.social
October 9, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Is there anything better than resting peacefully on a tree branch, while the sunlight filters through the leaves?
Surely Rafuteru won’t face any unexpected surprises.
This drawing was made possible thanks to @grokam.bsky.social
Surely Rafuteru won’t face any unexpected surprises.
This drawing was made possible thanks to @grokam.bsky.social
Amid laughter, songs, and overflowing mugs, Krim Goldenaxe and Kofu celebrate as only two hearts of steel (and sturdy bellies) know how.
Neither war nor duty can stand in the way of a toast between friends
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Neither war nor duty can stand in the way of a toast between friends
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
October 8, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Amid laughter, songs, and overflowing mugs, Krim Goldenaxe and Kofu celebrate as only two hearts of steel (and sturdy bellies) know how.
Neither war nor duty can stand in the way of a toast between friends
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Neither war nor duty can stand in the way of a toast between friends
Kofu and the drawing are by @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
CW: gore for spooky season
"How predictable… you thought cutting off my head would end me? This only reminds me of the day I died as a man, executed for the crime of seeking peace. But those days are long gone. Nothing can stop me. The grave only made me hungrier."
🎨: @spikesthesinful.bsky.social
"How predictable… you thought cutting off my head would end me? This only reminds me of the day I died as a man, executed for the crime of seeking peace. But those days are long gone. Nothing can stop me. The grave only made me hungrier."
🎨: @spikesthesinful.bsky.social
October 1, 2025 at 8:27 PM
CW: gore for spooky season
"How predictable… you thought cutting off my head would end me? This only reminds me of the day I died as a man, executed for the crime of seeking peace. But those days are long gone. Nothing can stop me. The grave only made me hungrier."
🎨: @spikesthesinful.bsky.social
"How predictable… you thought cutting off my head would end me? This only reminds me of the day I died as a man, executed for the crime of seeking peace. But those days are long gone. Nothing can stop me. The grave only made me hungrier."
🎨: @spikesthesinful.bsky.social
I hope you enjoy mischievous demons.
September 23, 2025 at 8:18 AM
I hope you enjoy mischievous demons.
What flavor would you imagine when tasting Bernard Evergorge?
Simply put, an “Old Fashioned” cocktail: classic, strong, dark, with an aftertaste that lingers with you.
Simply put, an “Old Fashioned” cocktail: classic, strong, dark, with an aftertaste that lingers with you.
September 21, 2025 at 9:00 AM
What flavor would you imagine when tasting Bernard Evergorge?
Simply put, an “Old Fashioned” cocktail: classic, strong, dark, with an aftertaste that lingers with you.
Simply put, an “Old Fashioned” cocktail: classic, strong, dark, with an aftertaste that lingers with you.
"Here you can sate your hunger with a few copper coins, or buy a feast fit for a king. But if you order what you cannot afford, you’ll pay with body and soul... and gluttons always taste better."
🎨: @fattyraccoon72.bsky.social
🎨: @fattyraccoon72.bsky.social
September 18, 2025 at 9:39 PM
"Here you can sate your hunger with a few copper coins, or buy a feast fit for a king. But if you order what you cannot afford, you’ll pay with body and soul... and gluttons always taste better."
🎨: @fattyraccoon72.bsky.social
🎨: @fattyraccoon72.bsky.social
Congrats on 1k followers! Here’s to many more.
An outdoor winter scene. My character resting peacefully on a tree branch after the snowfall, with snowdrops and white camellias growing beneath the tree.
An outdoor winter scene. My character resting peacefully on a tree branch after the snowfall, with snowdrops and white camellias growing beneath the tree.
September 17, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Congrats on 1k followers! Here’s to many more.
An outdoor winter scene. My character resting peacefully on a tree branch after the snowfall, with snowdrops and white camellias growing beneath the tree.
An outdoor winter scene. My character resting peacefully on a tree branch after the snowfall, with snowdrops and white camellias growing beneath the tree.
Immobilized? No, brother… satisfied. Every bite makes me stronger, every drink brings me closer to the paradise I build with my own hands. Call it gluttony if you wish… I call it power.
This drawing is possible thanks to @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
This drawing is possible thanks to @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
September 12, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Immobilized? No, brother… satisfied. Every bite makes me stronger, every drink brings me closer to the paradise I build with my own hands. Call it gluttony if you wish… I call it power.
This drawing is possible thanks to @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
This drawing is possible thanks to @kofuhowlfy.bsky.social
Beyond my office: jasmine, a hearth, and the grave of the one I loved. Here I keep what little human remains and cook with my own hands. If you're here, either I trust you too much… Or you’ll become compost for my garden. This corner is mine, and my shadow guards it.
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Beyond my office: jasmine, a hearth, and the grave of the one I loved. Here I keep what little human remains and cook with my own hands. If you're here, either I trust you too much… Or you’ll become compost for my garden. This corner is mine, and my shadow guards it.
Below beats my other face: a sanctum for the devoted and a prison for fools. Cells, traps, a mini-dungeon built to break, not test. Runes drink strength; screams don’t reach the floor above. Some call it hell, I call it my underground kitchen.
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Below beats my other face: a sanctum for the devoted and a prison for fools. Cells, traps, a mini-dungeon built to break, not test. Runes drink strength; screams don’t reach the floor above. Some call it hell, I call it my underground kitchen.
My favorite height: air with less smoke and fewer lies. From the roof I watch who comes, who goes, who lurks. Sometimes I share a cigar or a drink; sometimes, a warning. What begins as a toast can end in a fall. The ground shows less mercy than I do.
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
My favorite height: air with less smoke and fewer lies. From the roof I watch who comes, who goes, who lurks. Sometimes I share a cigar or a drink; sometimes, a warning. What begins as a toast can end in a fall. The ground shows less mercy than I do.
Up here we breathe. Clean rooms for travelers and feathered beds with wine for my favorites; the locks answer to my voice. Rest is sacred: disturb another’s sleep and you’ll rouse something worse than nightmares. You’ll rouse me. The halls stay quiet by promise—and by fear
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Up here we breathe. Clean rooms for travelers and feathered beds with wine for my favorites; the locks answer to my voice. Rest is sacred: disturb another’s sleep and you’ll rouse something worse than nightmares. You’ll rouse me. The halls stay quiet by promise—and by fear
Solid, scarred tables and discreet runes hold tempers in place. Under this roof we eat in peace: copper-priced soup or banquets that empty purses (or souls). You deal with me, you drink, and you never brawl. Those who forgot aren’t here to tell it.
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Solid, scarred tables and discreet runes hold tempers in place. Under this roof we eat in peace: copper-priced soup or banquets that empty purses (or souls). You deal with me, you drink, and you never brawl. Those who forgot aren’t here to tell it.
At Bocado Bacanal, all are welcome: beggar, merchant, or monster. Under this roof, peace and absolute hospitality reign, but nothing is free: every toast demands a price, every dish a consequence. Drink, stranger, it may be your first toast... or your last.
September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
At Bocado Bacanal, all are welcome: beggar, merchant, or monster. Under this roof, peace and absolute hospitality reign, but nothing is free: every toast demands a price, every dish a consequence. Drink, stranger, it may be your first toast... or your last.
Happy birthday. You've been congratulated, but not enough bumps have passed yet. I'll pass a couple...
August 30, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Happy birthday. You've been congratulated, but not enough bumps have passed yet. I'll pass a couple...
"For most, I serve drinks… but for you, I serve a pact. Not every toast is just about wine—it’s about power, respect, and the bond we choose to share. Drink, brother, and let the toast make us stronger. Welcome to Bocado Bacanal."
Beast and drawing belong to @jovithor.bsky.social
Beast and drawing belong to @jovithor.bsky.social
August 21, 2025 at 1:42 PM
"For most, I serve drinks… but for you, I serve a pact. Not every toast is just about wine—it’s about power, respect, and the bond we choose to share. Drink, brother, and let the toast make us stronger. Welcome to Bocado Bacanal."
Beast and drawing belong to @jovithor.bsky.social
Beast and drawing belong to @jovithor.bsky.social
"The contract stated, and I quote: ‘I want to be a bigger, more imposing version of myself.’ Now, is it my fault you were a little vague on the details?"
Ryko belongs to @rykols.bsky.social
This drawing is made possible by @alikei.bsky.social
Ryko belongs to @rykols.bsky.social
This drawing is made possible by @alikei.bsky.social
August 15, 2025 at 8:42 PM
"The contract stated, and I quote: ‘I want to be a bigger, more imposing version of myself.’ Now, is it my fault you were a little vague on the details?"
Ryko belongs to @rykols.bsky.social
This drawing is made possible by @alikei.bsky.social
Ryko belongs to @rykols.bsky.social
This drawing is made possible by @alikei.bsky.social
"Well, well, well… Look who crawls back when every other door is closed.
Yes… I can give you exactly what you desire.
But unfortunately for you… prices have gone up.
And this time, darling, you will pay. Whether it’s in coin… or in something far more precious."
🎨: @davifransarts.bsky.social
Yes… I can give you exactly what you desire.
But unfortunately for you… prices have gone up.
And this time, darling, you will pay. Whether it’s in coin… or in something far more precious."
🎨: @davifransarts.bsky.social
August 7, 2025 at 9:29 PM
"Well, well, well… Look who crawls back when every other door is closed.
Yes… I can give you exactly what you desire.
But unfortunately for you… prices have gone up.
And this time, darling, you will pay. Whether it’s in coin… or in something far more precious."
🎨: @davifransarts.bsky.social
Yes… I can give you exactly what you desire.
But unfortunately for you… prices have gone up.
And this time, darling, you will pay. Whether it’s in coin… or in something far more precious."
🎨: @davifransarts.bsky.social
Krim treats the barbecue like he treats battle:
with focus, fire… and a belly that demands results.
Spatula in hand, apron blazing —
The flames are hot, the stakes are high… and so are the calories.
This drawing is possible thanks to @fatez098.bsky.social
with focus, fire… and a belly that demands results.
Spatula in hand, apron blazing —
The flames are hot, the stakes are high… and so are the calories.
This drawing is possible thanks to @fatez098.bsky.social
August 5, 2025 at 9:43 PM
Krim treats the barbecue like he treats battle:
with focus, fire… and a belly that demands results.
Spatula in hand, apron blazing —
The flames are hot, the stakes are high… and so are the calories.
This drawing is possible thanks to @fatez098.bsky.social
with focus, fire… and a belly that demands results.
Spatula in hand, apron blazing —
The flames are hot, the stakes are high… and so are the calories.
This drawing is possible thanks to @fatez098.bsky.social
After a workout, how about an extra meal to recharge your batteries? (10/10)
August 3, 2025 at 1:08 PM
After a workout, how about an extra meal to recharge your batteries? (10/10)
The fun never seems to end and it seems that the three still have energy for the final dessert. (9/10)
August 2, 2025 at 11:02 AM
The fun never seems to end and it seems that the three still have energy for the final dessert. (9/10)
The king needs his deepest desires satisfied. And Koreyl and Krim will happily help with that. (8/10)
August 1, 2025 at 1:33 PM
The king needs his deepest desires satisfied. And Koreyl and Krim will happily help with that. (8/10)
The banquet is over, and the chairs have shown it. But our beloved king is now hungry for something more intense and carnal (7/10)
July 31, 2025 at 12:38 PM
The banquet is over, and the chairs have shown it. But our beloved king is now hungry for something more intense and carnal (7/10)