#The quiet fox...

[that-underfell-au]

[mossy-crow0]

would anyone like a little nonbinary fellow. no? well. too bad. take this kris dreemurr

[firstprinced]

henry being just a 🤏 tiny little guy

[0vergrowngraveyard]

late night shanties

[daniclaytcn]

THE ARTFUL DODGER 1.08: 'Untapped Potential'

[am-1-ty]

I may have gotten possessed. The late night demons have come to get me!

I decided to squish two of my favourite things together (I also feel like knuckles would say this or something similar)

[bonelessavacados]

Doodle maxxing

[alalalalaa]

and then the foxes recruited neil..

and he was, in fact, interesting

[jagalart]

Artifact dealers

Patron reward for the best @ WithTheFox, thank you as always <3

[jilldrawblog]

Some mgs ships to ring in the new year

[lookitseddie]

3 times darlin' almost said 'I love you', and the one time they finally did.

↳ Thank you so much to @penumbra-mayhem for beta reading this for me, you're the sweetest <33

Enjoy!

Tank almost thought they couldn't say it. That those words just happened to not be in their vocabulary, but they knew that wasn't true. They had said it before— when their parents used to tuck them in and tell them a bed-time story. They had said it when their family left for Washington without them.

So, why was it so hard now?

David's house was quiet, which was an eerie feeling in itself. His house was never quiet. Never empty. Either filled by the background noise of the television, or the soft chatter of pack members that seemed to always be there, but never this empty.

David's cleaning the kitchen again. He doesn't need to, he's done it three times already just today. He's keeping himself busy, Tank knows that, but they can't help but cringe at the fact that he's still wearing his suit, and it hasn't been five minutes since they came back.

"David, you should rest. The funeral was... tiring." To say the least.

David doesn't move, doesn't speak. They expect him to say something in that gruff voice that he's been using too often nowadays— The one that made him sound like Gabe— but he doesn't speak. Instead he lifts his head up, and Tank sees something they know will be burned into the back of their head forever.

"Shit-"

His eyes are glossy, red as can be. He blinks once and the tears come pouring. They don't even have the time to brace themselves before he collapses his entire weight onto them and his body is shaking with sobs. Somehow, they manage to lower the both of them to the ground softly.

They stayed there for... hours, maybe. Neither of them said a word the entire time. Tank wanted to, but they just couldn't shove out the words stuck in their throat like a clog— I love you.

This time they were sure. Their mouth had opened, and a noise was escaping just as his fangs sunk into the inner side of their thigh. Their flesh ripping open, their blood pouring out straight into his mouth, and him taking it all in like a starved man. They were so sure.

But, Quinn was out the door before they could make it through the sentence. The sound of the door shutting closed left them in pathetic silence while they held paper towels over where his mouth had just been. Their mind was too hazy— from blood loss and something else— and they were almost grateful. They didn't want to think.

They didn't want to think about what would've happened if they had seen it through. Would Quinn laugh? Would he brush them off? Worse of all— Would he say it back?

They didn't know. For better or for worse, they’d never find out.

Beeps and flickers of hospital equipment surrounded Tank as they sat stiffly in a plastic chair that was too small for them. Their eyes were heavy, fists clenched on their lap, as they stared at the unconscious person on the bed.

Quinn had crossed the line. Hurting them was one thing, but going for their friend? A low blow, even for him. Tank's heart was pattering with pure rage that had now replaced their initial horror. The idea of revenge stewed in their head, just about to boil over. While they knew the "sensible" thing to do was to stay here, keep their friend some company, their body itched to run out the door, and to put that fucker in the dirt where he belonged.

Maybe they should've stayed. Maybe they should've taken that unconscious hand in their own and whispered those three soft words like they wanted to. They should've waited for those eyes to open so they could repeat them to ears that could actually hear them, but they didn't.

They had a vampire to track down, afterall.

"You know that thing's almost as old as you, right?”

Sunday mornings were starting to become Darlin's favourite. They were always lazy, and for some reason, the house always felt more cozy and home-y on these days. They didn't know why that was, exactly, but then again, they didn't care.

"Yeah, and?"

Sam snuggled closer into their side while they tightened their arm around his shoulder. He could feel their heartbeat against his ear, and they could smell his shampoo. The needle in between Sam's fingers worked expertly over the rip on his red flannel— the thing was more stitches than cloth at this point.

Darlin' rolled their eyes at his playful response and didn't bother with challenging the southerner on the topic any further. They weren't one to talk anyways with their own jacket— blood stains and everything— hanging on the hook behind the front door. They both had a knack for giving old, battered things a home.

Instead, they buried their nose into his hair, and let their body relax into his. Their other hand snaked around his waist to pull Sam even closer until he was basically sitting in their lap.

"... I love you."

"I love you, too, Darlin'."

[officially-bug-art]

Whiteboard Fox stuff

[calamarispiderart]

you really are pathetic.

[1-800-crscnt]

i'm thinking of corrupt coruscant commanders doing things for the rest of the GAR again. Thire, Thorn, and Stone continuously blackmailing a rich couple with several (mostly falsified) things so they keep giving them a ton of credits to not go public with any of it, which they have to give a good bit of to Fox, who then uses it to bribe random civilians to leave horrible reviews, start rumors, vandalize, and attack the workers of a restaurant that doesn't serve clones but Fox wants to try out. now, either the commanders go to the restaurant, reveal they MIGHT have something to do with the events, and threaten the owners/employees with more until they accept clones inside, OR they can have their men just gossip near GAR troopers about there being a restaurant that might accept them since they're so desperate for customers and have been being attacked lately, so surely they wouldn't mind the protection from actual soldiers coming in droves? either way, that place serves clones now because their sudden patronage keeps all the "mysterious" bad stuff that was happening away. and Fox gets those meals he's been wanting.

[hey-heigo]

furry naegiri togiri and naegami bc beastars season 3 came out recently

[cashmoneyshorty]

Jennifer’s Body