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Big kitty 🐈

Art for @ Pauzepaws

Join my art group ✨
t.me/clairebeararts

6 months ago 1085 180 5 1
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Weed beast

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No More Light #ffrightart

6 months ago 1631 597 7 2
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Meat. flesh

7 months ago 1 0 0 0
A sketch of a were-wolverine sitting in an awkward position shortly after transforming. His big fluffy form has torn through his black shirt and shorts, leaving little hidden underneath. He has one paw covering his crotch and the other on his face, blushing with a look of embarrassment.

A sketch of a were-wolverine sitting in an awkward position shortly after transforming. His big fluffy form has torn through his black shirt and shorts, leaving little hidden underneath. He has one paw covering his crotch and the other on his face, blushing with a look of embarrassment.

[comm] Ur clothing size is too small for your wereform... how embarrassing!!

//Labelled for convenient censorship

7 months ago 307 77 0 0
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8 months ago 124 25 0 0
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overlap

7 months ago 1544 379 10 1
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feeling much like a pathetic beast

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Here he is! I finally got my custom made longsword from Albion. I got The Earl model featuring a 37" type XVIIIb blade, and a completely blackened hilt construction for a look as wicked as the dragon who wields it.

7 months ago 368 45 34 1
A sketchy monotone drawing of a wolf in a crouched, protective pose - hackles raised, teeth bared. A mostly black wolf with a big white star on its forehead.

A sketchy monotone drawing of a wolf in a crouched, protective pose - hackles raised, teeth bared. A mostly black wolf with a big white star on its forehead.

Wolf I drew for therapy

7 months ago 2027 499 11 1
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T4T RUBBER DRONE SEX CULT
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#transpride #queerart

7 months ago 100 26 2 1
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Demon dog dude from my flash 🐶
#tattoo #dog

7 months ago 31 5 0 0
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at the vet

7 months ago 479 106 3 4
watercolor & ink piece of a snow leopard among rocks. The edges blend out & the shadows are a but rainbowy

watercolor & ink piece of a snow leopard among rocks. The edges blend out & the shadows are a but rainbowy

camouflage!

7 months ago 1968 594 12 3
Fan art illustration of the Pokemon Flareon. It’s fur is red and rises up like smoke. The flareon bares it's teeth.

Fan art illustration of the Pokemon Flareon. It’s fur is red and rises up like smoke. The flareon bares it's teeth.

Flare
#pokemon #fanart

1 year ago 1292 296 8 4
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summer water

8 months ago 3897 1093 20 1
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in a lonely world, i found you!

8 months ago 3174 1257 16 6
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been drawing on my ipad for so long i blank out whenever i try traditional art

rlly frustrating i slapped my sketchbook ngl

8 months ago 1 0 0 0
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8 months ago 161 21 2 1
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over and over again

8 months ago 816 225 11 4
A B&W poster” “WE WEREN’T BORN AS THEY SAID,” with poetic text about creaturely identity, defiance of naming systems, & embracing transformation. The design is chaotic & natural, with pencil-style animal drawings in each corner: a wolf (top left), a raven (top right), a rabbit (bottom left), & a cat (bottom right). Each is sketched with textured lines

We didn’t begin in the clean white glare of their charts. We arrived—yowling-growling-baying-howling, cawing, snarling—our half-formed, paws still muddy from an older place.  And they named us? No. They trapped us. In idea, in syllables that smelled of linoleum  & sharp metal. They called us boy-girl he-she—as if they could ever know what had birthed in that room. But we're not names. we're poetry & motion. we're shedding. we're becoming again & again, slick with moulting skin & seasons that do not obey clocks. They cannot pin us to the wall like a dead moth & call it truth. We don’t owe our shapes to the ones who tried to bind them. We don’t owe our hearts to a category. We do not remember being born, so why should we carry the weight of that first cage?  Let the forest remember us instead. Let our tracks in the dirt, our fur in the bramble, our voice in the long night be our real record. If we were once mistaken for something we're not—then so be it. we're not sacred because of what we were called. we're sacred because of what we're now. Breathing. Shifting. Choosing. Alive.  
Still reading this?
Dearest creature: Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping with your back pressed to one who knows your scent, your musk? Are you helping your packs find water, safety, moonlight? Do not forget your teeth are not just for defence. They are also for grooming. For play. For love, for cracking open new things. Exploring your world.
Be not defined nor categorised by those who tried to clip your wings or dull your teeth & claws. Define thyself by your every sacred heartbeat & keep going. Even when they wish us dead & gone.

A B&W poster” “WE WEREN’T BORN AS THEY SAID,” with poetic text about creaturely identity, defiance of naming systems, & embracing transformation. The design is chaotic & natural, with pencil-style animal drawings in each corner: a wolf (top left), a raven (top right), a rabbit (bottom left), & a cat (bottom right). Each is sketched with textured lines We didn’t begin in the clean white glare of their charts. We arrived—yowling-growling-baying-howling, cawing, snarling—our half-formed, paws still muddy from an older place. And they named us? No. They trapped us. In idea, in syllables that smelled of linoleum & sharp metal. They called us boy-girl he-she—as if they could ever know what had birthed in that room. But we're not names. we're poetry & motion. we're shedding. we're becoming again & again, slick with moulting skin & seasons that do not obey clocks. They cannot pin us to the wall like a dead moth & call it truth. We don’t owe our shapes to the ones who tried to bind them. We don’t owe our hearts to a category. We do not remember being born, so why should we carry the weight of that first cage? Let the forest remember us instead. Let our tracks in the dirt, our fur in the bramble, our voice in the long night be our real record. If we were once mistaken for something we're not—then so be it. we're not sacred because of what we were called. we're sacred because of what we're now. Breathing. Shifting. Choosing. Alive. Still reading this? Dearest creature: Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping with your back pressed to one who knows your scent, your musk? Are you helping your packs find water, safety, moonlight? Do not forget your teeth are not just for defence. They are also for grooming. For play. For love, for cracking open new things. Exploring your world. Be not defined nor categorised by those who tried to clip your wings or dull your teeth & claws. Define thyself by your every sacred heartbeat & keep going. Even when they wish us dead & gone.

I felt moved last night to make something… a Therian artefact… a poster? Manifesto? Handout? Flyer?

Whatevs. Its done. I’ll stick a few up over town.

10 months ago 1704 706 55 16
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what then!!

8 months ago 10831 3804 33 51
some kinda landscape in green with a blue sky sun and some clouds

a darker colored 4 legged creature with fur and a long tail is standing in front of it in the center left

some kinda landscape in green with a blue sky sun and some clouds a darker colored 4 legged creature with fur and a long tail is standing in front of it in the center left

creature

8 months ago 204 70 2 0
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do you understand

8 months ago 47 5 3 0
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🐚 Orca - Spirit of the Pacific Ocean 🌊

8 months ago 1157 332 4 1
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Here to help! 💪

[ #art #characters #taurs ]

8 months ago 1272 294 13 2
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Old comm I still love love for @rakhe.bsky.social

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9 months ago 5535 1818 44 47

so sad i can’t go, im literally an hour away! 😭 wizard burger has the BEST vegan milkshakes tho!!!

9 months ago 1 0 0 0
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shoutout to the wild kratts honey badger

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