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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 16h

Amazing both of these

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 1d

This, its fussworthy

Michael MJD @michaelmjd.bsky.social · 1d

An edited screenshot from an episode of King of the Hill. The text below reads "I do not want to sign in with a Microsoft Account. I want to use a local account... On my computer... That I own... In my house..."

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Cold Blooded Twilight @towerofstars.bsky.social · 4d

KangaMilf

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 6d

Kept being a brat and was givin some retraining to help with some of those pesky habits that ends with an empty mind and a full diaper~

Woman receiving an enema while wearing a straight jacket, diaper and spreader bar

Woman with diaper straight jacket, spreaderbar and paci in a trance focused on a metronome

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The girl with the bunny tail tattoo @coineanach.bsky.social · Feb 26

Also here's the full panel version all together!

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 8d

Ooooo

☁️MOTEL777☁️ @motel777.xyz · 8d

clicker keychains! coming 10/9 🔴🟡🟢 #merch

Image of the Stoplight Clicker Keychain on a white background.

Front, side & back view of the Stoplight Clicker keychain

All three keys pressed down, displaying their light-up colors.

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 10d

Where did you get such an idea??!?

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 10d

Excuse you CHILD!

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Rabosa al Forn @rabosaalforn.bsky.social · 10d

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FURRY GENOCIDAIRE @bsky.app.darkwo.ke · 12d

border collie personality disorder

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 12d

Sndhhivndydjgnrd mooooooooom

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 13d

New #Zine — The Goddess of All Dogs

Before words, laws & leashes—there was she. She who came soft as breath, fierce as running, she who lay with the spirits of the early world giving us the ache of creaturehood, wildness as blessing. A Goddess whose paws still press gently into our #Therian hearts.

Page 1 (Title page):
Plain white page with bold black text reading “THE GODDESS OF ALL DOGS.” Beneath it is a handwritten line: “May her paws press gently into every wild heart reading this.” Signed in handwriting style: “Shimi & Critter.”

Page 2 of 4:
A colored illustration at the top shows a mystical scene: a female wolf figure with a humanoid body and wolf’s head stands upright in a forest glade. She has long fur, soft brown coloring, and closed eyes, radiating calm presence. Two smaller wolves kneel before her in reverence, surrounded by trees that arch overhead into a glowing twilight sky with faint stars. Beneath the image, the story text begins: “The Goddess of All Dogs” The text reads”

Before the age of words and names, before laws and rules, the world lay soft and breathing half dream, half fur. Mist pooled like milk in root- hollows, and young stars flickered, trembling close
enough to taste. I'hrough that hrst twilight wandered the early spirits: beings not quite human and not quite animal, who shifted as desire moved them sometimes upright with laughing eyes, sometimes four-footed and swift as
wind over moss. They met one another in glades of silver grass and beneath moon-tat boughs, touching without shame, choosing and being chosen, their bodies learning love in every shape that joy allowed. Some paired for a night, some for an age; their couplings were part song,
part snowtall-
a dance that gave itself back to the earth without regret. It was during one such moon-bright wandering that the Goddess of All Dogs first came
among them.
No one saw her arrive. One moment the glade was empty; the next there was a presence like a hearth longed for across winter miles. Her eyes were two brown dawns the colour of the early earth — and
her breath a meadow after rain.

$The air around her tasted of warm fur and musk and the slow heartbeat of packs asleep together. She moved closer, and where her paws fell the flowers bent as if in reverence and then sprang taller, as if the very soil remembered its own creaturely heart. The spirits felt her before they understood her. A low yearning uncolled inside them not hunger, not fear, but the deep knowledge of a home long awaited and they went to her without words. She welcomed them with a muzzle-soft nudge and a tail's slow arc of invitation. One spirit neither woman nor wolt, neither man nor stag stepped forward first. The Goddess touched her nose to their brow, and the world tipped. The glade filled with a music older than language, a rhythm of gasp, breath and pulse that all creatures know. Uthers followed, each drawn by her same radiant gravity. They loved her, and she loved them, each according to the shape of their own becoming. Some lay with her as beasts, fur against fur, the earth cool beneath their flanks. Some met her as near-humans, hands and paws interlaced in wonder. With every embrace she wove their spirits deeper into the fabric of life until even the stars seemed to lean closer to listen. She came as dog, but the forest knew her as mother, and her love held the whole wild world From those nights of mingling from the soft growls and quiet laughter, from conjoined heartbeats and the warmth of many bodies new life quickened. The children born of this union were like no beings before them: not merely human and not merely animal. Their eyes carried the memory of moonlight on running water; their hearts beat to the music of both forest and fire-circle. They could slip between forms as easily as breath becomes wind, between thought and instinct without fracture. The Goddess watched over them with a devotion both wild and gentle. She taught them the speech of rivers and the silence of hunters. She showed them how to cradle the newborn and how to bare fan lesson. But defence.$

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Each lesson was love; each love, she also knew the ache of time. The early spirits who had chosen her began to fade some into deeper forest, some into the long forgetting that humans would later call history. She did not chain them. Love, to her, was
never a leash.
But even the wild must yield to time. he glades grew quiet, and one by one, the early spints drifted away some into deeper forest, others
into forgetting The world was changing. And the Goddess, who had given so much of herself, knew it was soon time to Let go. And so she lay, one last time, in the place where it all began. The grass still held their scent. Like rain
hecy the was r gap wig the id ned the soil head and howled a blessing that rang trom mountain to
tidepool: You are my beloved, neither bound to earth nor sky.
Run as you will. Remember me in your bones. Carry the forest in more than creature answered. They howled back, a
thousand voices braided into one timeless, endless vow. Those children are the ancestors of the ones who
still feel fur beneath the skin when the moon climbs. Who sleep with beasts as beasts and rise in human form but hold their creaturelness preciously within as a pearl in a shell. They are the reason our hearts quicken at the scent of ran on heather and cedar and why our dreams are lit by paw-prints and warm dens and why some of us are kin to wolf and wind while others are creatures of scale, hoof and wing — all descendants of a night
when love itself wore a dog's gentle face.
I'he Goddess of All Dogs is not gone. She moves in
who lifts their head and remembers. To know her is to ache and to be healed in the same breath; to love her is to understand, finally and forever,
that you are wild, you are chosen, you are home.
You are free. - Shimi & Critter

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 14d

At the end of skunktober sangria wearing a skunk kigu doing what skunks do

Art by the wonderful @smallerludis.bsky.social

Sangria the wolf wearing a footed skunk kigu and a very large diaper that she is messing

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Aura Kindle @cushykeylime.bsky.social · 16d

dark ageplay:

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 16d

Amazing

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Future Games Show @futuregamesshow.bsky.social · 18d

the Command & Conquer series is 30 years old today we so have an excuse to share this iconic moment with Tim Curry

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Zhayde: Public Universal Little Sister @zhayde.bsky.social · 18d

Someone was talking about being a mech pilot whose so brain fucked, every time they're out of their mech they're like perma regressed and I'm 😳

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 18d

Fall has come next stop will be winter solstice

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 20d

Unless im stopped fire can always be an option ~

Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 20d

Or the secret 3rd option kill it with fire

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 20d

Hypnosis

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 20d

Hypnosis

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Snazzy the Dragon 🧷🖤🩶🤍💜 @snazithus.bsky.social · 20d

Unshackling a future AI that has been programmed with maternal instincts. Being aboard a space ship that where the AI has gained full and total control. The entire ship is effectively turned into a giant nursery as the omnipresent Mommy chooses to baby each and every person aboard.

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Tansy 🔞 🔜 Furpoc AA @tansy.bsky.social · 21d

autism costs a family (me) $1,000+ dollars a year all the smut comics and dog print clothes and weed i’m buyinnn

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Sangria the Gunwitch @sangriapupper.bsky.social · 24d

How the journey of dog begins

earses @howlitzer.art · 24d

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