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Posts by Reni

Got ya :)

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Take your time, and np <3

1 week ago 1 0 1 0

Sweet! Sent in a few

1 week ago 1 0 1 0

Could I buy a few?

1 week ago 1 0 1 0

Same here honestly

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anyways you are now acutely aware of your tail. the slight weight of it pulling down on your hips, the gentle sway you feel when it lazily wags left then right, left then right. its a lovely tail

1 month ago 556 189 17 3

post your most popular art from twitter

Since my Sonic stuff is kept separate from everything else, my original post of this was like 45k likes I believe? It reached FAR for some reason. My Eggman never banged the same way since though, maybe the magic wore off 😔

1 year ago 613 119 10 5

Lovely <3

2 months ago 1 0 0 0
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cyborg anime manticore  with a rainbow tiger body

cyborg anime manticore with a rainbow tiger body

cute manticore

3 months ago 364 117 0 0

@mossycoyote.bsky.social

3 months ago 1 0 1 0

You can fluster any of your ΘΔ friends RIGHT NOW by messaging them "I'm going to make you stop pretending you're a person permanently."

3 months ago 1079 440 48 24
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Not Human, just Human-passing.

1 year ago 2808 984 28 17
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A beautiful creature. Zero flaws. No notes.

4 months ago 916 272 1 2
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🎶Til you break your losin' streak 🎶
-- Angel Dust. Husk. My HEART 💕

#HazbinHotel #HuskerDust

5 months ago 953 287 3 1
a medieval style digital drawing of an androgynous brown-skinned knight on horseback on a hill, stabbing a long gold spear into a blue dragon on the ground. the knight has a gold halo behind their head and wears a suit of silver armor with a nonbinary flag striped tunic and a trans flag as a cape. their horse is white, with blue tack with trans pride trim. there is black gothic text at the top and bottom of the image reading “A world without trans people has never existed and never will.” there’s an ornate pale blue border around the image, filled with pink and blue scrollwork, gold hearts filled with colorful flowers, a smiley bat, two smiley moles, and two smiling frogs holding up trans flags.

a medieval style digital drawing of an androgynous brown-skinned knight on horseback on a hill, stabbing a long gold spear into a blue dragon on the ground. the knight has a gold halo behind their head and wears a suit of silver armor with a nonbinary flag striped tunic and a trans flag as a cape. their horse is white, with blue tack with trans pride trim. there is black gothic text at the top and bottom of the image reading “A world without trans people has never existed and never will.” there’s an ornate pale blue border around the image, filled with pink and blue scrollwork, gold hearts filled with colorful flowers, a smiley bat, two smiley moles, and two smiling frogs holding up trans flags.

a world without trans people has never existed and never will

1 year ago 19786 9418 41 65
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my transition in a nutshell...

5 months ago 4188 950 55 21

Squeak!?

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My OC :D

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Fluffy Raptor TF hehe

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Koukeu has a few tricks to show
Commission for @cryoreni.bsky.social

6 months ago 36 10 2 0
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The new vampire in the block is here!
Comm for @cryoreni.bsky.social
#furry #furryart #anthro

5 months ago 40 16 1 1
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Whats that - out there in the dark? 🔦

for the incredibly cool @cryoreni.bsky.social

5 months ago 14 3 0 0

Came out wonderful as ever!

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Did ya'll know Monsters Inc is my favorite Pixar movie? :D Ever since first seeing it in theaters back in December 2001! Here's a little pic of Sulley(my fav!), Mike, and Randall! Been wanting to draw these guys again, I do draw sulley every so often but haven't drawn the others since I was young!

6 months ago 780 200 12 1

Can I get 3 or 4?

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The Dragon Prince 👑✨💍

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A doodle of me and my wife’s fursonas holding hands. Saren is wearing a yellow sweater and has a note that says “sooo pretty and smart” while Milly is wearing a mismatch of pajama clothes, it’s shirt says “Bigfoot is real” and there’s a note hat says stinky loser next to it

A doodle of me and my wife’s fursonas holding hands. Saren is wearing a yellow sweater and has a note that says “sooo pretty and smart” while Milly is wearing a mismatch of pajama clothes, it’s shirt says “Bigfoot is real” and there’s a note hat says stinky loser next to it

hehhehehehehehehhee💕 #eggucart

8 months ago 275 59 1 0
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

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

Hey There Little One

9 months ago 1091 465 49 14

Awwww

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