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halcyonzephyr.bsky.social
Vale
@halcyonzephyr.bsky.social
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Heya, I'm Vale! | 30 | Trans NB, They/Them | 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 | NSFW🔞 Artist, Gamer, Horror Enthusiast, Maned Wolf https://ko-fi.com/halcyon_zephyr Banner: https://www.instagram.com/the_lost_kingdom_of_sofa/
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foxvhen.bsky.social
Vhen❄️🦊 @foxvhen.bsky.social · 3d
Friday again, time for a fox dance. 🦊
a drawing of a fox with a long tail
ALT: a drawing of a fox with a long tail
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vulpvibes.bsky.social
STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 6d
when the fortnite leaker is wrong and I have to wait an extra day for the hot werewolf skin
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Can of Bliss @canofbliss.bsky.social · 6d
reminder that CHAMPION cds are still up for preorder!! get urself a copy if ur interested!!
canofblissmusic.bandcamp.com/album/champion
CHAMPION, by Can of Bliss
10 track album
canofblissmusic.bandcamp.com
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vulpvibes.bsky.social
STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 11d
where we droppin, b-
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STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 12d
fox is me!!! 🦊
babaisyou.bsky.social Baba Is You @babaisyou.bsky.social · 12d
Fox has been added into the game, and with this we're about ready to upload the new build for betatesting!
#babaisyou
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Phoxie @ BLFC @pocketphox.com · 19d
October Commissions are officially open!!
My form will stay open until Tuesday, October 7th!

As a heads up: I'll probably be taking on less than usual this month due to BLFC!

You can find my form here: forms.gle/2sVx78C8jDKA...

[ 🗡🐾 ] [ #furryart #commsopen #macro #micro #paws ]
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vulpvibes.bsky.social
STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 19d
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kraest.bsky.social
Six Gotes in a Trenchcote COMMISSIONS OPEN @kraest.bsky.social · 21d
Ngl, I'm real nervous about this premiere. I've never done a proper album release before with singles and videos, and every part of my brain is telling me nobody will be there for the premiere
miseryfields.bsky.social MiseryFields @miseryfields.bsky.social · 24d
It’s finally happening! Tuesday, September 30th at 9pm EST, be there for the premiere of my new album, Homecoming, with a full album stream!
youtu.be/7nBusU1YxBU?...
#deathmetal #deathgaze #metalsky
MiseryFields - Homecoming [FULL ALBUM STREAM]
YouTube video by MiseryFields
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STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 23d
the fortnite daft punk event is awesome
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Rox @rox360.bsky.social · 21d
Let's go away! #VRChat
VRChat screenshot of Roxann posing with a car at the Dinosaur Canyon starting line from Daytona USA.
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COUNTING WORMS MOSH CALL @hyenablood.yeen.world · 21d
pretty much all of my music projects are me making things because I want to hear more of it. I listen to my own music because it's very specifically exactly what I want to hear. Before you worry about making stuff because it's what other people want to see, make it because you want to see it.
toomuchdynamite.bsky.social 🍭Candy Bara🍭 @toomuchdynamite.bsky.social · 21d
Create with a bit of selfishness in your heart. Go into something with the mindset of "I'm making this for me because it's what I want to see from myself".

Do something for the love of the game without caring how others will react to it.

Get high on your own supply, sweetheart. 💜
birdhism.com 💖 Birdhism Jen @birdhism.com · 22d
I found more joy in life this way.
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Dima🔞 @pawsonsale.com · 21d
My first art tutorial!! Hope this helps <3
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Sage Coffey🌿☕ @sagecoffey.bsky.social · 27d
Yo Jimbo
Jimmy Neutron's Dad poorly photoshopped on Yojimbo's body
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Morsh @morshmarter.bsky.social · 24d
Friday Night Gurus
CW: Gay inflatable sex
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Public patreon release. Pretend I posted this comic last Friday.
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 25d
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
A hand-drawn black-and-white cover image in a sketchy ink style. At the top, large stenciled type reads: “LOOK INTO MY EYES ONE LAST TIME.” Below the title is a syringe and a small medicine vial labeled “LUPINEX – Therionyl – 5mL,” with a stylized eye logo on the label. The vial and syringe are crosshatched with vintage texture lines. Below the drawing, in handwritten script, is the phrase: “Homecoming, not vanishing” and the signature Shimi & Critter. [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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Volf @volf.bsky.social · 25d
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COUNTING WORMS MOSH CALL @hyenablood.yeen.world · 25d
IS THIS THE MOST FUN MUSIC TO WRITE EVER YES PROBABLY I BELIEVE SO
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domi @domi.zip · 25d
I finally cleaned up my messy cablework
2 skeletons, on left with veins, arteries, lymph nodes as they are in the body; on right with them being represented as straight cables like in the arranged neatly next to each other like in a server room
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koda @nulloffset.bsky.social · 26d
welp, there goes all the grinding you did before this dungeon

commission for @gearydigit.bsky.social !
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COUNTING WORMS MOSH CALL @hyenablood.yeen.world · 26d
I actually don't think you're ready for my next era of writing

#furrymusic #diysky
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Quest 64 Official @quest64official.bsky.social · 27d
The meme says "come and take it" And it shows Shadow holding a bottle of Tylenol
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Vale @halcyonzephyr.bsky.social · 27d
#wolfbreakfast turkey egg sandwich and a fall spice latte 🐺
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STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 27d
happy #bivisibilityday 💗💜💙
vulpvibes.bsky.social STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · Jun 13
my dance is for life, my love is for you
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STEP ⭐✨ @vulpvibes.bsky.social · 27d
happy bi to those who celebrate
#bivisibilityday
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Cry 🎃🐺 ☉∇ @canislupus.bsky.social · Sep 16
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