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THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY MOVED TO @cntryroads

please follow me there <3

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tenn/copper in 2B asdfadsfasf

@ofeviternity

⭐ Drawing Prompts - Accepting Both! ⭐

and here we can see some uhhhh country bois,,,

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@lonedstars

third base is when you both discuss your emotional trauma with one another 

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thanks! i live out of spite

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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you call it ‘a heinous violation of legal and ethical rules;’ i call it ‘creative problem-solving’

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obscuredmemes‌: 

TOUCH MEME

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair

FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails  🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair

NSFW 👋 – spanking them on the booty 💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss 👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice] ✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off 💦 – eating them out 💫 – pulling their hair 🔥 – grinding against them 💧 – bathing them

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@illgoitalone gets his boyfriend because Tennessee is being gay on main for his fox

[🚬]~                 DON’T  MIND  TENNESSEE.  He’s  just  casually  admiring  his  FOXY  BOYFRIEND  from  across  the  room.  

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denim on denim on tats

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illgoitalone replied to your post “when your muse sees the space fox he likes on his dash @illgoitalone”

GDI U CAN'T JUST HIT ME WIT THAT PIC also hiiii!

how about this pic instead????

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when your muse sees the space fox he likes on his dash @illgoitalone

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&&  COPPER <3

⭐ @crackshoting - x ⭐

        Deep, desperate eyes peer down to the raccoon below his own stiffened arms which framed around the other. His breaths were already low and heated, softly landing on the gray complexion of his companion. The chief himself may have been caught off guard by the blunt words, yet there was nothing but truth and passion held within them. Staring longer at the gruff face beneath his own fueled the desires further.

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[🚬]~                 HEATED  BREATHS  huffs  out  from  his  chest  as  he  feels  his  heart  pound  like  a  racing  horse’s  hooves.  The  warmth  of  the  other’s  body --- his  COMFORTING  SCENT, TOO  ---  combined  with  a  desire  that  burned  deep  within  his  core  overtook  his  need  to  question  WHAT  was  going  on.  He  cranes  his  neck  up,  giving  a  soft  grunt,  while  huffing  out  his  nose.  While  unsure  of  what  came  over  the  officer,  TENNESSEE  WASN’T  COMPLAINING.  

                            HIS  HANDS  trail  down  the  larger  male’s  body,  claws  tracing  the  firm  muscles  of  his  spine.  Hearing  the  dominance  in  his  voice,  feeling  him  CRAVE  the  raccoon  with  a  firm  grasp  around  his  waist.  Hearing  that  gruff  HUSKINESS  in  his  throat  gets  his  ears  to  perk,  brilliant  hazel  eyes  glancing  up.  He  recognized  the  look  in  the  other’s  eyes  ---  passion,  lust,  desire,  call it  whatever.  The  raccoon,  for  a moment,  wondered  how  long   that  look  had  been  in  the  canine’s  eye.  Has  he  ALWAYS  gave  such  looks  to  him ?  Tennessee  didn’t  know.  Hell,  he  didn’t  care.  The  way  the  other  took  a  PROTECTIVE  sense  of  possession  

                      ❝     DON’T  KEEP  ME  WAITIN’,  country  boy.     ❞   His  own  voice  ---  normally  suave  &&  mischievous  --- lowers  to  a  DEEP  GROWL.  The  cold  nose  pressing  against  his  skin,  followed  by  soft,  airy  kisses,  brings  out  a  purred  moan.  Toes  curl  against  the  floor  below  him,  tail swaying  HAPPILY  behind  him.  His  claws  tighten,  one  hand  reaching  up  and  SOFTLY  stroking  through  the  thing  fur  atop  the  canine’s  head.  Legs  spread,  welcoming  him  with  pleased  growls.   ❝     Y-you  ain’t  half  bad . . . nnn . . . right  there . . .    ❞

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                    i’ll never forget

                                their faces

                          i still see them 

                                     every night

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’ i want to hear you moan and scream my name. ’ -copper,,, 🐶🐶🐶💦💦💦

{A nsfw meme I’m too lazy to find – NOT ACCEPTING}

@lonedstars

[🚬]~                 SHARP  FANGS  sink  into  his  own  lips  as he feels his  back  PINNED  against  the  kitchen  counter,  PLEASED  GROWL  r u m b l i n g  out  his  throat.  Wicked  grin  stretches  across  thin  black  lips,  back  arching  back.  Although  the  raccoon  wasn’t  sure  WHAT  had  came  over  the  officer  ———  HE  WASN’T  COMPLAINING.  A  simple  visit  with  friendly  teasing  turned  to  HEATED  LUST.  His  body  SHIVERS  at  the  canine’s  words,  eyes  growing  HALF  LIDDED  as  tail  sways  behind  him.

                              ROLLING  HIS  JACKET  OFF  HIS  SHOULDERS,  Tennessee  lets  his  scarred  arms  become  exposed  thanks  to  the  black  tank top  ADORNING  his  frame.  One  hand  holds  the  counter  behind  him,  the  other,  reaching  under  Copper’s  chin.  In  ONE  SWIFT  MOVE,  he  drags  the  other’s  head  down,  grinding  his  nose  square  against  his  own  damaged  ear.  It  seemed  as  if  he  was  trying  to  ENCOURAGE  this  behavior  even  more.  The  raccoon  wouldn’t  hide  it  ———  his  sudden  aggression,  his  husky  growl,  the  TENSE  AROUSAL  filling  the  room …  it  turned  him  ON.  

                     ❝     SOMEONE’S  BEIN’  A  BAD  COP,  isn’t  he ?  How  about  you  .  .  .  make  me  S C R E A M  YOUR  NAME,  officer …  HM ?      ❞   

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"Can you shut up for one second so I can enjoy my drink for once?" Ratchet mutters to the 'coon, a small glass of whisky pressed between his fingertips. // never forget how these two started LMAO

[🚬]~                 ❝     HEY,  you’re  the  one  drinkin’  cheap  whiskey  on  a  MONDAY   NIGHT.     ❞    A  playful,  teasing  remark  slips  from  his  lips  as  brow  lowers  ———  the  tug  of  a  SMIRK  stretching   across  his  muzzle.  With  the  amount  of  back  &&  forth  BICKERING  &&  BANTER  the  duo  did,  chances  are  one  could  mistake  them  for  an  old  married  couple .  .  .  well,  someone  who’s  never  seen  a  LOMBAX  OR  A  RACCOON  could,  anyways.  

                               TAIL  SWAYING  BEHIND  HIM  as  he  stands  from  his  seat,  Tennessee  knew  he  couldn’t  bite  his  tongue  any  further.  There  were  few  things  he  couldn’t  take  in  life  ———  one  of  the  BIGGEST  offenders  being  bad  liquors.  The  cheap,  watered  down  stuff  most  he  knew  drank  INFURIATED  HIM.  All  it  left  one  with  is  a  BAD  HEADACHE.  Stretching  up  to  reach  the  shelf  above  them,  he  pulls  a  small  bottle  with  a  black  label,  quickly  sliding  it  over  to  the  uppity  male. 

                      ❝     IF  YOU  WANNA  e n j o y  yourself,  try  this  instead.  It’ll  put  some  FUR  on  your  chest !     ❞

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Copper: I can be ur angle or yuor devile

Tennessee: You can be in my bed.