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they/it - 22 - therian multimedia artist, looking into VN dev

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🖤Creep Cat Toy Co🖤@creepcattoyco.bsky.social · last mo.

First completed “Wild Cougar” in our Giant Big Cat pattern! 🐆

cyrus @fearspore.bsky.social · 3mo ago

right on the deadline but my entry for #burdenstreetcontest , fanart for the game #BurdenStreetStation which is coming out very soon!!!

Caffeinial #teamcomedy @caffeinial.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Hey fellas! I want to get on VGen to possibly do commissions in the future #VGenCode vgen.co/Nial/ I need 20 RTs + 100 likes! 🥺! Here's a sample of some of my latest work~

Siarczek ΘΔ @siarczek.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Commission for @nqrthie.bsky.social ✨

Drawing of a pine marten and a ferret playfully jumping through a field of English heather and Texas bluebonnets under the northern lights.

Louie Zong @everydaylouie.bsky.social · 6mo ago

touch tank

soren🫀ᑕᓕᕈᖅ @EF @taliruq.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Qamaqtuq ᖃᒪᖅᑐᖅ “To call dogs to oneself” For the Gender Mutual exhibition @ SUM Gallery

JJJJ @mercurypale.bsky.social · 7mo ago

sorry, two tiny martens is the best i can do. take it or leave it. #ceramics

bunny ✤@oakfrogs.bsky.social · 8mo ago

escapism through channeling a medieval manuscript illustrator

Shimi ·⃝⃤@shimi.bsky.social · 10mo ago

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

Shimi ·⃝⃤@shimi.bsky.social · last yr.

Hey There Little One

Nookdae @nookdae.bsky.social · last yr.

I've had this idea for years now, but I wanna make it official, so I whipped up a drawing prompt for Maystelid! I've included a mixture of various species and mustelid-related activities #Maystelid

Maystelid 2025

1. European Badger
2. Least Weasel
3. Fisher
4. American Mink
5. War dance
6. Stoat (summer)
7. Formosan Ferret-Badger
8. Climb tree
9. American Badger
10. Marbled Polecat
11. Sea Otter
12. Ferret
13. Catch fish
14. Sable
15. Steal egg
16. Ermine (winter)
17. Giant Otter
18. Pine Marten
19. Tube
20. Mountain Weasel
21. Hunt
22. Wolverine
23. European Mink
24. Tayra
25. Lesser Grison
26. Striped Polecat
27. Hog Badger
28. River Otter
29. Dooking
30. Honey Badger
31. Yellow-throated Marten

Coey!@coeykuhn.bsky.social · 3y ago

〖Madness from the Sea 〗 Finally managed to make a Cthulhu piece after struggling with sketches for years. Prints etc @ CoeyandShy.com

Moss ⭐️@mosspond.design · last yr.

📣 Dying to join an art-focused community, but hate keeping up with discord text channels? I've made a new server that's styled like an oldschool forum. No text channels, no voice. Post threads to share your work, ask questions, and wonder about the creative process! discord.gg/BwhFfmYm

zee the raccoon 🇨🇦 HARDBODY 🔜 CANFUR @zeekayart.bsky.social · last yr.

i went to tomo arts market today and was so touched by the amount of people who showed up to buy original art in toronto 🥹

Cosmic Devil @cosmicdevilart.bsky.social · last yr.

Shop update is live! Link is in bio

A block print of a shady, cluttered cemetery where ghosts flit about.

9 small wooden tokens. From left to right top to bottom: possum with babies on back, a snail, a graveyard with ghosts, a cat in a spacesuit, a raccoon head, mothman, a bat, Fresno nightcrawlers, a monster with spikes around an eye.

UnfamiliarArts @unfamiliararts.bsky.social · last yr.

The shop update is tomorrow! All of these ceramic pieces and more will be available tomorrow, April 30th at 12pm Eastern time!

A composite of four photos of ceramic pieces. One is a wolf skull pendant, another is a saber tooth cat, another is a deer, and the last is a white dragon.

servals @servals.bsky.social · last yr.

wolves with friends!! I'm super stoked to share these ones! I loved drawing all the birdies get them here: ⭐ ko-fi.com/servals/shop... ✨ 🌿 #wolf #art #digitalart #adoptable #procreate #wolfart #oc

servals @servals.bsky.social · last yr.

🌲 four brand new ecoserval adoptables! I haven't made any of these guys in years and really enjoyed creating them! these guys are my custom species that I created a long while ago. get them here: ⭐ ko-fi.com/servals/shop... ✨ 🌿 #customspecies #serval #digitalart #adoptable #procreate #ecoservals

🐛 Caim 🦋@compoundeyes.bsky.social · last yr.

"Compartmentalization": In forestry, we know that trees cannot 'heal'. Instead, they seal their wounds away under layers of themself.

A furry paintover by Caim of the cover of Witch Hat Atelier Chapter 85 by Shirahama Kamome. In both this image and the inspiration, a character holds up frames of themself displaying various somber expressions, each frame containing another character in the same pose holding another frame, seeming infinite. The expressions range from angry to resigned, with the original work being likened to the stages of grief. In the original work, the figures in each frame are all the same character: Qifrey. This rendition of the image instead uses the artist's fursonas to reflect alternate versions of the same person. In contrast to the original work, the colors of each section are also different in the furry version, with the backgrounds being deep green, blue, red, yellow/gold, and silver/white. The character in the largest frame is a deer: Ilan, the artist's most recent sona and his main sona currently. He's associated with trees, and his background is green. As the frames get smaller, the sonas featured in the smaller frames of the image are ones that the artist made longer ago in their life, with the two smallest frames being former/retired sonas. The wolf character pictured in the center frame is the artist's childhood fursona, which is also signified by the plush cow the character is holding, and calls back to the inspiration, where the smallest frame is the child version of Qifrey shown in earlier chapters.

quail ☀️@quailparade.bsky.social · last yr.

Latest little prints

6 mini linoleum prints of birds on square paper, from top left to right bottom: a quail, a barn owl with a mouse, a toucan with a small fruit, a loon with laser coming out of its eye, a woodpecker and a stick, and a lammegeier eating a bone.

A linoleum print of a woodpecker with a stick, with the original carving to the left.

A linoleum print of a lammegeier with a stick, with the original carving to the left.

🍂✸Lake✸✨️🔜DENFUR AA @howdylake.com · last yr.

if anyone would like a ping for when this goes live please reply to this post or sign up for the mailing list here : forms.gle/ysDC2U1TEZay... Aiming for Early April to go live ! #furryart

Sludge @melangetic.bsky.social · last yr.

Looking for some cool Socks? Stickers? Surprises? 🧦 I'm having a BIG SALE right now to help recover from the sudden evaporation of my emergency savings. 📦🦨 melangetic.etsy.com Check it out!~

Lightening the Load Clearance Sale
25% off The whole Store!
Plus! Socks Seconds Grab-Bags and Junk Jars are back for one week!

𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 ⛓️@wolf-kin.com · last yr.

new sona 🐺🪶🔥

Woozel @wonderwoozel.bsky.social · last yr.

Happy Mar10 day! Have a pine marten study I did yesterday. Studying the good shapes.

✦ Adam ✦@wanderingwastes.bsky.social · 2y ago

The new and improved Exothropean shedding and transformation guide is finally finished! Close ups are below

🐺 BRW 🔥@barkingredwolf.art · last yr.

Willing to take ❗️ONE❗️ Medallion commission! $200 for 3-4in $350 for 5in+ 🐾 Payment through Cashapp, Venmo, or PayPal! 🐾 Payment plans available! 🐾 Fursonas okay; CAN DO BADGES!! Will take about a month to complete! Comment here or PM me if interested!

that's doctor arin to you @iconqueity.bsky.social · last yr.

CALL YOUR FUCKING CONGRESS PEOPLE RIGHT NOW. IT'S A SATURDAY. YOU GET TO JUST LEAVE A MESSAGE. SCRIPT I'M USING IS BELOW:

Mike Stabile@mikestabile.bsky.social · last yr.

Sen. Mike Lee has introduced the SCREEN ACT, a bill that applies the "harmful to minors" standard used to ban LGBTQ+ books and resources in schools and libraries... and apply it nationally—to the internet. Under the guise of protecting kids from "pornography" www.lee.senate.gov/2025/2/senat...

Kiana Mai @kianamai.bsky.social · last yr.

FEBRUARY 28TH 10AM PST!!!!!!! www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf7b...

Pretty Pretty Please I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl (PILOT)

YouTube video by Kiana Khansmith

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Martha Rich Art Projects @martharichart.bsky.social · last yr.

I made this the other night while procrastinating, mainly because I thought all the posts about the blackout were boring. It feels like there is momentum bringing people together!

A poster for the economic blackout on February 28. It is a big red Jack rabbit on an aqua blue back ground. It says economic blackout in hand done black type. There are two black speech bubbles. One says “don’t buy stuff Friday February 28th. The other says we have power. Below it says No Amazon, Walmart, target, gas food, gas. Below that it says OK small business, use cash. Designed by Martha Rich.