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Dyke Knights! Now in colour!
Hoping we can choose the sizes!
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A werewolf lounging with his tongue lolling out, shaft poking out of its sheath, and one hand in the process of shapeshifting into a more feral style of paw
‘Tis the season for werewolves 🐺🍂🐾✨
puppy wants to wrestle in the leaves >;3 🍂🍁
a completed YCH
Ooh gutted I missed out on autumn leaves, what a gorgeous design
Ohhh this captures stuff Perfectly
well, if they insist...
#furrynsfw #oc #butch
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.
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.
I love being bred by large dragon cock 😋 #baddragon #futanari #t4t #kinksky #queernsfw #altporn #queerporn #transnsfw #ftm #tboy #transman #creampie #hugedildo #knotteddildo
sketch of a naked anthropomorphic aardvaark looking upwards, with one hand behind his head. he is only a little hairy.
traans guy aardvaark
Me Joining Bluesky 🫡
