Maxxy 🏳️‍⚧️ ΘΔ

i hate when a friend sends art and doesn’t even know the artist ;-; any help?

meeee too >^<

Feel free to message me on telegram, I’d love to meet any of yall :33

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

showin off!
erect alt in comments :)c

maybe too sensitive

I have to become a girl first 😔

Oh I recognize that poss to the right~

I love those, I hope you have a safe drive. I remember visiting one of my favorite zoo friends a few months ago and I miss them dearly.

puppuccino

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b-b-b-but it’s American metalworks… anodized aluminum!

They all deserve the best hugs and kisses. All animals do :3

would you share what she looks like off site? owo

Is she cute o//o

related survey by the same person, this one is shorter but requires written responses:

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man, things are looking up for the first time in a while, arguably in years :3

we’ve won :,3

Nah… something else. Still hurts just as much.

Nah… got dumped :(

that didn’t last long :(

just came out to my partner. i don’t think they hate me, i hope. :<

If I had that much i’d gladly pay $100 for your art ^~^

the Chernarussian fit is a crazy pick

If I had my rig set up I’d offer!

um, hi to anyone with the misfortune of reading this; i’m just some puppy-girl-thing that /really/ likes doggos and the like