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Citrine @melangetic.bsky.social · Aug 15

riolu for @rennmouse.bsky.social !!

Riolu carrying a besticker'd baseball bat with (paint)splatters covered in stickers, bandaids, and a "WOOF WOOF" shirt, and the words "RIOLU" behind it

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🫀🌱 catnip biohazard 🪞🧠 @chobittsu.bsky.social · May 4

how many times?

a white figure in a large t shirt with rabbit ears. behind them is a red spiral on a black background. there is white text that reads "YOU SAY THAT, BUT WOULD YOU REALLY HAVE LISTENED?"

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Chance @ghostmaw.bsky.social · 1d

Big tail NEVER fails

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🐾🟨🟣🟨⚧️ΘΔk̾a̾n̾t̾r̾a̾⚲🐾 @yeenbutter.bsky.social · Jun 27

the humans and hyenas alliance does wonderful work in desnaring, tracking, outreach, and hyena-human conflict prevention. if hyenas are precious to you, and you can manage it, please consider contr/buting awrf

Christine Wilkinson, PhD 🌈 @scrappynaturalist.bsky.social · Jun 26

Good news! The Humans and Hyenas Alliance has *finally* sourced a fantastic project vehicle that is relatively affordable, & we're in the process of purchasing it. 🥰

Bad news: I'll have to pay for ~1/2 of it out of pocket.

Can you help offset costs? gofund.me/bb8f0577

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Donate to New vehicle for Humans and Hyenas Alliance, organized by Christine Wilkinson

Hi Everyone! The Humans and Hyenas Alliance, based in Nakuru County, K… Christine Wilkinson needs your support for New vehicle for Humans and Hyenas Alliance

gofund.me

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૮ ⊙⩊⊚ა @pantychu666.bsky.social · 1d

CUZ WERE ALL A BUNCH OF ANIMALS THAT NEVER PAID ATTENTION IN SCHOOL (wip)

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 1d

Dear #Therians finding it hard to reach or reclaim your creaturely selves… this one is for you. Put it aside for when you struggle.

That Light Inside You…
(Text in alt)

THAT LIGHT INSIDE YOU

That “hole” we sometimes feel in the center of us? It isn’t emptiness. It’s a light. A core. It’s what remains when every human costume forced upon us has been smashed off the floor — the pulse that refuses to die even when we forget how to listen for it. It’s a tiny space… that’s why it often feels: quiet, unreachable, hidden beneath trauma, scar tissue or silence. But it’s never truly gone.

We may meet creatures who tell us they’ve felt distant from their creaturely and animal selves; that their connection used to burn brighter, but now it flickers. I want to remind you — as the elder wolf at the table, (tending her own light) — in the midst of everything terrible and wonderful — flickering is still fire.

The disconnection isn’t a failure; it’s a season. The creature self can go underground like hibernation. The light doesn’t vanish; it waits. You can’t force it open with willpower or rationalise it into the open. You reach it by remembering softness — the warmth of breath, the weight of fur — imagined or real — the rhythm that existed before words before human thought before guilt and shame.

There were times I thought I’d lost my light too — when the world grew so impossibly loud in my head and the human masks became too heavy to lift. But every time I’ve fallen quiet enough, the light has stirred, and I’ve known she was still there: the creaturely ember that endures even when the rest of me forgets how to howl.

If you feel nothing right now, that’s OK! The light doesn’t demand anything; it simply is. Touch the earth. Breathe. Feel the wind move across your skin. Cry, bark, purr, shout, weep. Creature will feel it. It always does.

That light was never a hole to fill — it is the part of us that remembers what we truly are: whole, creatures of light and love, wild, beautiful and free — waiting to be met again.

And if it flickers and splutters? Fear not. That light inside you will come back. It never went away.

— Shimi & Critter

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RubixRamblings @jackietheyeen.bsky.social · 2d

Morning conversations

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☽ ↟ 𝔰 𝔥 𝔞 𝔫 𝔢 ↟ ☾ @forestbite.bsky.social · 2d

he heard you like boots

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~Cygni~ @cygniart.bsky.social · 3d

a quickie before getting back to work, I adore this design <3

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CyberCanine ΘΔ ⚧️♿🔞 @cybercanine.bsky.social · 3d

Shout-out to all the disabled therians who can't get out in nature as much as you wish you could. Human shelters and medicine keep us safe, but we yearn for the forests and fields. Even a tiny walk feels like pushing our limits, but it's worth it to smell fresh air.

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Chris Miller @iamcurious.bsky.social · 4d

WOW....👀👀👀

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★ THEJ ★ @69-weed.bsky.social · 4d

// drug use

my heads in the clouds but my minds in the gutter

kat; the blue-screen faced pink cat, naked and taking a bong rip.

the cloud morphs into the shape of kat and kisses him, much to his surprise.

the cloud kat looks at him with a smile, gently grabbing his thigh. kat looks back at his cloudy counterpart, astonished and blushing, as his dick gets hard. ★ art

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Underpalewater @underpalewater.bsky.social · 4d

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Astronomy 🔭 @astronomy.bsky.social · 5d

A newborn world caught in the act. NASA’s new image shows WISPIT 2b, a baby planet forming inside a ring of gas and dust around its star. It’s the first-ever photo of its kind, offering a rare glimpse into planetary birth.

Credit: NASA/ESA/CSA

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🔞 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓🔞 @brain-d0g.bsky.social · 5d

acceptance

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cuteosphere @cuteosphere.bsky.social · May 6

CW suicidal ideation

Coping methods #brainbunnies

Panel 1: Ink angrily says “WE HAVE TO DELETE ALL OF OUR SOCIAL MEDIA PROFILES NOW”
Panel 2: Lye and Art both look over their shoulders at Ink
Panel 3: Art turns to leave while saying “I’m out”. Lye angrily shouts after him “REALLY?!”
Panel 4: Ink points at their phone and demands “start deleting.” Lye tries to placate them by saying “hold on”
Panel 5: Lye asks “what brought this on?” Ink says “IT’S OVERDUE!”
Panel 6: Ink continues “WE HAVE TO CEASE TO EXIST IN VIEW OF OTHERS!”
Panel 7: Ink continues “every moment we’re observable provides more opportunity to hurt us-“
Panel 8: continues “we can only be safe if we disappear” as they hit their palm with their fist
Panel 9: Lye says “you need to calm down.” Ink replies “I NEED YOU TO DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!” Lye continues “you know this isn’t healthy” and Ink says “THAT APPLIES TO OTHER PEOPLE, NOT US!”
Panel 10: Ink does finger quotes as they say “what would be ‘healthy’ would be for you let me kill myself-“ Lye interrupts “come on” and Ink continues “BUT YOU WON’T!”
Panel 11: continues “we have to isolate ourselves from danger!! And-” Lye quietly says “stop”
Panel 12: Ink continues “it’ll make it easier for everyone when we finally die!” Lye looks at them sadly
Panel 13: Ink is interrupted by Eas grabbing hold of their wrist
Panel 14: Eas looks at Ink
Panel 15: Eas turns to their phone, and begins to play music
Panel 16: Eas is surrounded by music as Ink begins to fade into the background. Ink yells “DON’T DROWN ME OUT YOU FUCKIN- HEY!”
Panel 17: Ink has faded completely, leaving Eas with the music
Panel 18: Eas inhales
Panel 19: Eas exhales

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ari @toxicmetalexpo.bsky.social · 18d

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cabyyy 🌈🌼 @caby.bsky.social · 5d

pc98 comm for folksydew! :D

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xXacidnekoXx @xxacidnekoxx.bsky.social · Apr 2

yayyyyy

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RubixRamblings @jackietheyeen.bsky.social · 6d

6 years

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 7d

This story has unsettled non-Therians — but Therians I meet at the… “grittier” end all say: THIS IS WHAT I WANT!

I want it too—all of it: the soft end of my sentience, the letting go, the gentle hands of care as I fade away. I wish to approach the creator not as a human, but as his beloved animal.

Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 15d

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

[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

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Mr.Lemur 🎨🖌️✨🐾 🔜 NFC 🔜ATT1 @misterlemur.bsky.social · 7d

WereYeen

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Jennifer Campbell-Smith, PhD 𓄿𓃥 @jcampbellsmith.bsky.social · 8d

"I Contain Multitudes"

This digitally painted piece honors coyote by tracing its lineage from the first cells of life to the animal trotting our cities and the wilderness today.

The thread gives descriptions of all the extinct organisms shown in this piece (not to scale)

This digitally painted piece honors the survivor spirit of the coyote by tracing its lineage from the first cells of life to the animal trotting our landscapes today. Below the horizon, carefully chosen ancestors mark pivotal moments in adaptation, each contributing to the form and survivor we see today. Above the horizon, Coyote stands alert at the center, framed by both Denver’s skyline and a mountain backdrop, symbols of their ability to thrive in cities as well as wilderness. Embedded in the ground are the skulls and bones of carnivores whose lineages ended long ago, emphasizing Coyote’s persistence in contrast.

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🔞Good Girl Elliotte🔞 @elliotte-draws.bsky.social · 9d

#15sketch

Jackie riding it out.

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CassuP0P💌 @cassup0p.bsky.social · 10d

the rainbow pops give cass her power... 🌈🍭

#furryart #bunny #furry #rainbow

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