Jackiewolf

Well huff~

Having an under-desk assistant is always a treat.

Animation commission I got from @hammytoy.bsky.social

#furryporn #NSFW #animation #gay #oral

Picture taken from between the legs of a very excited, very naked, trans cat girl. A pierced cock shaft is expectantly pointed down towards the viewer

I want to feel that fast pulse in my mouth as my jaws close around your neck.
Struggling…then resigning to your fate:
Prey. Caught and doomed. Spending it’s final moments being teased, for the simple reason that cats love to toy with their food before finishing it off 💜
#nsfw #primalplay #pred #prey

Huffff this is a big need as of late @///@

DISNEY: "OK, we are putting Jimmy Kimmel back on the air. You can resubscribe now."

ME: "I unsubscribed because you immorally bowed to fascism. I'm not going to resubscribe because you immorally bowed to finances."

Don't give the corpos a single red cent until they're literally crawling in to lick your boots and promise they'll never bow to the fash again.

Until companies can make a visible, meaningful push back against fascism, none of them deserve your money. Fuck 'em. They're not too big to fail.

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.

As someone that's had this as well:

Me knowing 'popular' furries does not mean you can go through me to get to them. Whatever reasons you have for needing to talk to them, TALK TO THEM. I'm not in their personal confidence and they're gonna be pissed at you for using me as a contact point.

Alt text: A faux vintage medical safety poster, "IMMEDIATE CARE for Contaminated Wounds," outlining steps to take if one is bitten or wounded by a lycanthrope with stylized illustrations showing a young woman scientist’s gradual transformation into a werewolf. The directions given are: "1. Wash wound area immediately, within 15 seconds," illustrated by the woman seated on a stool, composed and inspecting her arm; "2. Call authorities for instructions if you're still capable of speech," illustrated by the woman in mid-transformation, hunched forward, sprouting fur, claws, and a tail; "3. Sequester yourself to stop infection from spreading. Occupy yourself with idle activities if need be," illustrated by the woman, now a fully transformed werewolf, crouched low, and chewing on the remains of her human clothing. At the bottom, it reads “LYCAN PHYSICS For Your Protection.”

Lycanthropy-infected wounds must be treated quickly to prevent outbreaks. Just remember that authorities can easily tell between accidental and self-inflicted ones!
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The art here was commissioned from samikriss.
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#werewolf #transformation #transfur #werewolfwoman #werewolfwomen #werewolfwednesday

Willow stop!! You're gonna get in trouble!!

:3 neat

💥🔨

A woodcut print in black ink on grey fabric of a pair of cackling and howling coyotes. A big speech bubble above them reads ‘REMEMBER you are an ANIMAL!’

dont forget!

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I'm finally getting back into the swing of art and I decided on some horny fursona doodles

I'm a good girl, aren't I?

Mmm wuff just got back from lvfc~ will post some pics soon~

I mean it sounds like a good time to me

Omg looks so good!!

Sometimes a wuff needs to have her throat checked up.. for science ofc

Ofc :p

Apologies! I have been pretty busy with work and school. For those that don't know I am currently going to school to be a Veterinary Technician. In turn; just been really busy. Going to try and continue posting up the art i have and trying to stay in contact!

Amazing drinks and amazing folks! Def a good stop in the morning.

Lawl that is def her response x3

please respect her

As a druid you have many spells under your belt. Healing touch.. (saved for kitty paladins~), wrath, moonfire, rejuvenation... but the one that can back fire in the middle of a raid, especially cast on your self... wild growth..~ tends to make things.. a bit more curvy...~

T4T sex be like:

I will not stop being weird
I will not stop being queer
I will not stop being trans
I will not stop supporting those like me
I’m not going anywhere no matter what wrinkled sack up at the top thinks they can take away my right to exist and spread joy.
#transrightsarehumanrights

three drawings of a tired anthropomorphic fox character along with the text "I woke up and I'm still tired" "not sleepy, tired" and "I burnt my fucking tongue. coffee won't help anyway"

i hate you chronic fatigue (they/them)

Puppy getting into the puppy weed while also have a rum and coke...