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Venison & Birch
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Venison and Birch & friends | she/it
🏳️‍⚧️💚🦌 | PNW | 🔞+ content | t4t | Kink | Hedonism
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coffeespots.ca
They really are just forest puppies
November 22, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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ashlikeadragon.bsky.social
happy transgender day of remembrance

thank you for sticking around in the hardest of times. if you haven't, you are missed dearly

please live 💜
A screenshot from Celeste. Madeline stands by a memorial dedicated to those who perished on the climb up Celeste Mountain.
November 20, 2025 at 10:57 AM
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vhsdogs.bsky.social
BURN IT ALL
illustration of a wolf like canine with a spiked collar holding a burning torch in its mouth, it stands on a grass verge with a city backdrop and is surrounded by flames block text reads “BURN IT ALL” at the top of the page, and smaller text at the bottom reads “NO SYSTEM BUT THE ECOSYSTEM, PROTECT COMMUNITIES NOT COMPANIES”
November 13, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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htblack.bsky.social
I keep these words close to my heart. Whenever I see someone behaving very strangely, I remind myself that everyone I’ve ever met has been hideously injured in ways too deep for any doctor to ever take comprehensive note.
“Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.” Robert Anton Wilson
November 9, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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trans.bsky.social
you do not have to be cold & alienated. you can instead be vibrant & alive, if you want.

you need to heal though & change many old behaviors that let you survive as a husk. those maladjusted coping mechanisms are not workable.

set down the quills & pick up an HRT needle. self-actualize.

🏳️‍⚧️⚧️
November 4, 2025 at 2:14 AM
venison.bsky.social
sex is something that is done with the teeth
poem entitled "sex is something that is done with teeth" it reads: i want to be devoured. slowly, intentionally, carnally. covered in marks that attest to your patient attention without regard to decency. i want to feel rapturous intimacy, with a language spoken only in pressure, suction, and relief. each mark a button to press on, full of new sensation and heightened sensitivity. i want to watch my flesh bloom with reds, purples, and blue- souvenirs to enjoy for weeks after. i want you to taste the salt of sweat and iron tang of burst capillaries on softest skin. oh i want to be devoured
November 6, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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shimi.bsky.social
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…
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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
October 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM
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wolfplush.bsky.social
rolling around in dirt and smelling trees makes everything so much better
October 9, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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owlhops.bsky.social
cap hill seattle
next to the iconic 'hot rat summer' cap hill mosaic mural, new graffiti art has popped up. in the colors white, pink and blue text reads "community is hard to exterminate", with a cat sporting the same colors illustrated underneath. overlayed on the cat are the words, "cap hill belongs to the queers". next to this cat is another kitty with the words, "im tired but im not giving up."
October 5, 2025 at 5:10 PM
venison.bsky.social
be good or you get perf blocked irl
weeg.bsky.social weego @weeg.bsky.social · Sep 29
hardcore bondage people are so fucking funny look at this shit bro
September 29, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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grindagoat.bsky.social
September 23, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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meltyautumn.bsky.social
sometimes a transformation is more mental than physical.

Sinking down,

down,

deeper, into the peaceful dark. 🌙

And letting someone else take over for a few days
(or weeks).

A thick, rubber costume? An anal plug the size of cantaloupe? Those are just lubrication 🩵💛🖤✨
a pretty, chubby trans girl walks through a living room in a full-body rubber costume of the Pokemon shinx. Only her head is left uncovered, and she holds the large smiling costume head under her arm. Her girlfriend calls out from the couch: "Aw! Are we getting a visit from Lulu?" the shinx-coated girl replies: "she's been pawing at me to come out allll workday". "You get the plug in yet?" "Every step is a boxing glove to our poor prostate. How does she SLEEP with this thing?" the shinx exclaims, incredulously. The shinx girl leans against a door frame, panting, and feeling herself up with the large costume paws. She asks to her partner, leaning against the opposite wall: "you okay taking care of her again for a few days? Keeping her out of trouble, walking her, fisting her... that kind of thing?" "Happy to," her girlfriend remarks with an aloof smile. "I'll get the harness and pet bed out, as soon as I'm done with Celeste." Shinx girl's girlfriend gives her a little kiss on the cheek, asking "Anything else I should know before you sink off and rest?" But shinx girl is already starting to lower the large-eared costume head over her own, and it's clearly having an effect on her. She mumbles "y-you sh-- shhnn-- sshinxx" and her girlfriend giggles in response. Too late! Lulu the rubber shinx has bubbled to the surface. in a final, wide picture, Lulu is on all fours, crawling into the waiting arms of her girlfriend. Her tail is wagging happily, and she's nuzzling her girlfriend affectionately. "Hiii Lulu!! Pfttt, sweet toy! So happy to see me, with those pretty printed-on eyes... I missed you!! Now let's go get maddie's discord status updated, shall we?" The girl is sleeping, and the rubber shinx is awake and eager to play!!
September 20, 2025 at 8:22 PM
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shimi.bsky.social
Hey There Little One
hey there. little one. i’ve been trailing your scent through the wasteland for days. don’t run. i’m not here to hurt you. i’m here to tell you—you’re not wrong. all your life you’ve twitched at shadows, felt eyes where there were none, ached like something was missing just under your skin. they called it dreaming. they called it madness. but i’ve seen it. i’ve seen you. and you’re real. not some soft mistake. not a too-bright child who never learned to settle. you are claws. you are hunger. you are song written in wet leaves and dirt. you are what came before language. don’t you remember? when you used to listen with your whole body? when you could read the sky like scripture? when sleep came only after circling down, nose to tail, heart to moss? you used to know these things. before they taught you to be still. before they filed your teeth and stuffed your mouth with plastic. before the quiet got so loud you forgot how to feel. but i didn’t forget you. and you didn’t lose it. it’s all still inside— the instinct, the kin-sense, the aching need to run without name or reason. the snarl that isn’t anger but love with no words. you’ve tried to play nice. tried to keep your head down, your tail tucked. but i see you. i see what’s under the mask. the beast that paces. the soft creature still watching the trees for a signal. for a friend. for a way home. listen. this world isn’t safe. but it was never meant to be. we weren’t made for steel boxes and lonely kitchens. we were meant for packs. for muddy paws and rib-warmth and eyes that say i know you. i don’t promise ease. but i promise this: you are not alone. you were never alone. so rise. panting, blinking, wild with grief— but rise. and when the night presses in, don’t whisper. howl. howl into the void until something howls back. and then run to it. run to the ones who remember. run like your name depends on it. because it does. i’ve waited so long. we all have come back. come through. come home. — Shimi & Critter
July 8, 2025 at 12:24 AM
venison.bsky.social
Happy birthday to me. Two years down, many, many, many years left to go.
June 26, 2025 at 8:56 PM
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robotranny.soy
excuse u im not a petgirl. thats misgendering me. im a livestockgirl. u have to kill me for mutton
June 19, 2025 at 11:54 PM
venison.bsky.social
My puppy came over to play with me and I put it in latex

Such a good puppy for me 🥰
Shiny rubber puppy in a latex catsuit and hood, arms restrained behind back, looking delicious.
May 20, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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petricorps.systems
CONVERGENCE. Astral bodies move in alignment, their energies entangle on the dance floor. Sunlight refracts against glistening, cosmic forms and glimmer brilliantly into the night. As we dance beneath those scintillating sigils of stars, together, our light could not be extinguished.
May 17, 2025 at 12:41 AM
venison.bsky.social
“What’s a little bit of headmate engineering between friends?”
May 2, 2025 at 2:36 AM
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rosecitytrails.bsky.social
Deer’s Snowy Shenigans; Prancing and Rubber Necking #nature #wildlife #deer
January 14, 2025 at 1:22 AM
venison.bsky.social
Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is an autoclave 😈
December 5, 2024 at 4:13 PM
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osdok.bsky.social
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆pride⋆✴︎｡˚⋆
drawing of a happy cartoonish hyena with top surgery scars, with an inclusive pride flag as a background. text says "better a f*ggot than a fascist"
October 20, 2024 at 10:10 AM
venison.bsky.social
Need to get proper fucked in fullsuit soon
October 26, 2024 at 4:57 AM
venison.bsky.social
I was really good and didn’t stop at the dispensary again this week :3
October 26, 2024 at 2:15 AM