Nyx
@nyxicemane.bsky.social
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Five animals in a trenchcoat. Account to bellyache about therian, plural, identity stuff. Xeans' dragon alter ego and perhaps others. Mid 30s, Gender's all over the place.
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nyxicemane.bsky.social
Y'know with some clever glassware they could totally do that.
nyxicemane.bsky.social
Sipping on a glass of oxygen now and then to avoid suffocation
nyxicemane.bsky.social
Local dragon laying in a tub of liquid nitrogen for relaxation.
nyxicemane.bsky.social
There's a reason my police abolitionism is often expressed as "I don't call the cops because I don't want someone to roll up six hours later and shoot my dog" to folks I'm trying to warm up to the concept.
faineg.bsky.social
I have long believed that we should be WAY more vocal about how police and ICE constantly murder dogs, and I think this is great messaging actually.

The reality is that you can mobilize a whole lot of usually tuned-out Americans around a “someone is being mean to hecking doggos” cause.
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mementomorty.bsky.social
and it really depends on the day for me
an illustration showing hello kitty on one side and a creature crouched down on all fours on the other. a line with arrows at each end and text that says "girlhood is a spectrum"
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themefinland.bsky.social
Heyo! #PortfolioDay I am Themefinland, I enjoy making drawings that visualize a story and I struggle to choose four pieces for these kinds of prompts :)
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mfviewtiful.bsky.social
Tag: Corruption, Mind control
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This Dominos is in an old Pizza Hut building 😭😭
nyxicemane.bsky.social
And having the little tank that is hard - when Xeans is in a bad place they can't get away from their puppy side and they get worn out very, very fast.
nyxicemane.bsky.social
I'm sorry y'all had to deal with that - there's so much insistence that people should go to therapy or find a doctor without anyone ever sitting down and helping someone with that. This shit is stressful in ideal conditions and nobody trying to find this stuff is in ideal conditions.
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malicedafirenze.bsky.social
Good News folks, you CAN now in fact, play this

The free demo for Legend of Khiimori is now available on Steam for everyone. Check it out, give it a try, tell a friend. Show everyone how much you want horse games 💪❤
Screenshot from the game The Legend of Khiimori, showing a horse and rider on a steppe landscape Screenshot of  The Legend of Khiimori in a Steam library. It has a "Demo" tag on the top left
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kotacat.bsky.social
I think this wererat might prefer tricks to treats for Halloween
nyxicemane.bsky.social
Hmmhmmmhmmm I like this for normal reasons.
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redvedev.bsky.social
In devastating news, Seacrest Wolf Preserve in Florida is facing the very real risk of eviction. On the 16th October, court proceedings will begin to decide the fate of the sanctuary. Full story below, but here is the donation link first:

www.seacrestwolfpreserve.org/donate
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transsalamander.bsky.social
Jenny Nicholson tweet continues to not miss
@JennyENicholson

How come major film studios keep being like Jared Leto may have allegations, but at least he looks weird, stars in box office bombs, and is not a good actor

9:09am - 9/9/2025 180K Views
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azurebitch.bsky.social
I'm sorry, my brain wouldn't leave me alone until I fulfilled its dark urges
A four panel meme of modified screenshots from Dune Part 1.
Panel 1: a hand inside the Pain Box. Altered subtitles read "Just keep your hand in the box and you'll get a point"
Panel 2: Paul Atreides with a needle at his neck but his face has been replaced with Brennan Lee Mulligan's. Subtitles say "Then what's the needle at my neck for?"
Panel 3: lady Jessica but her face has been relaxed with a smiling Sam Reich. Subtitles read "Geeeet ready for a Gom Jabbar!"
Panel 4: Brennan Lee Mulligan screaming
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vexwerewolf.bsky.social
This is what it looks like when the Pegasus fires its Smartgun #LancerRPG
pitchingninja.com
All 8 of the Blue Jays Pitchers from Yesterday (overlay)
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wittywebhandle.bsky.social
The singular time the internal numbers for Harris went up in 2024 was after she chose Walz as VP, he called Chuds weird, and they were going to outlaw price gouging.

Then they decided to muzzle Walz, court Liz Cheney. talk about having "The Most Lethal Fighting Force" and "Finishing The Wall"
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nyxicemane.bsky.social
If you're the tabletop type go play Lancer, Specifically IGF it's good.
vexwerewolf.bsky.social
Reposting this banger #InGoldenFlame
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shimi.bsky.social
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. Page 4/4 (final Page)

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
nyxicemane.bsky.social
Docs got me putting mine on my upper arms, but I get what you mean, there is something really nice about the ritual of sticking new ones on.
nyxicemane.bsky.social
I don't want to even be mistaken for human when it's all said and done.