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I'm not sure if that's how you kiss...

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(OC) a dog that walks you

Gamer girl sitting at her desk, programmer socks equipped, gaming out. Someone is yelling at her to "shut your fucking mutts up!!" But she retaliates with an old reliable "how about I shut you MOM up!!" Meanwhile loud clanging and a muffled "rff" can be heard off to the side

Turns out all that banging was coming from a kennel off screen, two girls are forced together in the tight space and are made to mating press each other, the top wearing a blindfold, forced to feel her body and her little moans as she pounds into her harder. Meanwhile the bottom is gagged and a long metal bar forces her legs up and her ass open. Saliva trails to her gag implying the top was making out with it. Both of their tails are wagging like CRAZY and there's several bite marks on the bottom's ass~

Gamers are calling it a "puppycule" and all I have to ask is: How do I umm 👉👈 how do I join one? 🥺

#nsfw #nsfwart #girlcock

so fluffy!!! ^^

Bezh waving to the viewer while wearing her classic outfit: a red jacket with black trims, a white shirt,and black thigh highs. bezh has huge breasts stretching the white shirt so much it becomes slightly transparent.

Casually big
#afleft #furryart

Snake husband preforming all for you🩵

>perfect body doesn't exi--

Let me get that with extra tentacle, yeah?
#nsfwart #riotdrawsthings

kitty flop ☁️

A Miraculous Ladybug screen shot

*clears throat*

*mumbles*

“Thanks for, like, buying my books and stuff. It means the world or whatever.”

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.”

Two Wolves Meet…

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.

woah,,,

mimi now with a pair of huge leaky breasts spilling out of their sweater. she now has a confused expression

for @mallow.gay
#afleft #furryart

Commission for @tiggybloom.bsky.social !! 💗💗

...check up on yo strong friends...

Ragamuffin Rampage YouTube video by heartsRemedy

this song is verr cuute!! youtu.be/HQf66EYv3cA?...

their laugh

i took it as a personal challenge

hehehehehehehehehe :3

Jade Harley playing with her karkat :D #homestuck #art #animation

again? o.o

kits the same way!
:O

Okay I think I cooked

idk, but i do think theyd be really cool to chill with ^^

Talking Baby names