#—fox has a queue

[cc1010fox]

Obi-Wan: Commander Fox. It's good to see you. I hope you're well. Fox: Well on my way to an early grave. Cody: Don't mind him. He hasn't been off Coruscant in a year. All he does all day is see how far he can climb up the chancellor's-- Fox:... Obi-Wan: Oh dear... Fox, after grabbing Obi-Wan's lightsaber and chucking it: FETCH, BOY! Obi-Wan, watching Cody jog off after it: I really shouldn't laugh. It's my fault he has a reputation for fetching my lightsaber... Fox: Well, it's his fault he's a jerk, so you're in the clear to laugh. Obi-Wan, chuckling: I suppose you're right.

[s3when]

Happy halloweird mbavers :)

[pokimoko]

hi!! not sure if you've done this before but if you'd like to could you please do a nonbinary flag fox?? your art is really lovely <3

Great minds think alike, so here are some lovely little foxes for you and @fynn-arcana :D

[dailyish-mario-hugo]

* day 12

[warmfuzzyanimal]

LONG overdue customs for @breakintolife !!

[scrunglepaws]

more buff-fluff and shrimpy-scrungle

[tricks-n-illusions]

[Reaction to this post] - [Lady Ombre belongs to @ask-noonescity]

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Silas pulled his hand away in response, he wasn't expecting rebellion towards his threats, especially one he said with such confidence. The sudden physical contact made him cringe, despite his face being hidden his body language made it obvious he felt discomfort at being touched. He didn't like that, not one bit, her lack of fear was unnerving and the sinister grin she gave made his skin crawl. It felt like the power and advantage he had over her was suddenly pulled out from underneath him. He didn't have control over the situation anymore and that terrified him.

As she leered back everything in his body was screaming at him to run, yet just as before when faced with something much scarier than himself he froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do and he was so confused by the situation he didn't even realize the unexpected stinging pain that was quickly starting to dig into his fur. It was only when he felt his mask finally beginning to slip that his panic and self-preservation finally kicked in.

"Please stop-!" Silas yelped out in fear, his claws were franticly clawing at the vines but he did little damage to them. It was like all his efforts to escape meant nothing to her, he felt so helpless and scared. Of course, he would die this way, a victim to his own stupidity. His breathing quickly spiralled out of control as he felt the vines begin to tighten, he didn't like this. It all felt so sickeningly familiar to him, the pressure around his neck, the way he gasped for air and panicked, it was all much too close to something from his past. This had happened before? Hadn't it? This was something he was acquainted with, something he knew well. She always did this to him, just another punishment on the long list.

And for some reason, everything in his mind couldn't stop him from melting back into those moments. She was here again, wasn't she? Back from the grave to torment him? Despite everything he knew, every logical thought denying her existence in the present he couldn't shake the thought. In one last ditch effort to ease his anxiety, he opened his eyes... But that only gave him a passing glance of a face he knew well.

Lady Ombre was truly gone, her words falling on deaf ears as she lectured the fox. All that replaced her was the terrifying memory of a ghost here to hurt him once more.

Silas franticly kicked and squirmed in the air, his tiny paws were desperately attempting to tear at the magical energy around his neck. Seance merely looked on in annoyance.

"What are you good for if not? You really don't know how to do anything, do you?" Seance scoffed, her magic was slowly tightening around the fox's neck more. Her grip easily constricted his airway. "I asked you to kill... one person." She held a singular claw up as the tiny Giratina spirit drifted around her, "But you couldn't even do that little fox, could you?" "Why do I even ask you to do things, what are you worried they're going to hurt you?" She laughed as Silas struggled. "You should be more scared of me than some stranger, did you not learn what happens when you don't listen? Was the tail not enough? Do you need another reminder?" "What's next, Hm..." The ghost hummed, pacing around the fox in thought. "How about an ear, or maybe." She suddenly grinned as her eyes darted back to him. "An eye? Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Every time you'd open your little eyes and realize you can't quite see the whole picture, you'll remember me and think about how much you should have listened... How does that sound, hm? Or I could finally just kill you?" Silas frantically shook his head in reply, the air he was able to breathe in was getting more scarce by the second. "You're right. That'd be too merciful, someone as horrible as you doesn't deserve mercy." With the last bits of air he could get the fox gave a broken plead. 

"Ugh, Seriously?" She groaned.

Silas hit the ground with a loud thud, the sudden allowance of air instantly threw him into a coughing fit. Seance however just stared down in irritation, her ears twitching with every sharp cough. "Are you fucking done now?"She asked in irritation, she obviously felt no remorse for her actions. "Stop the dramatic coughing fit, you're not getting any sympathy from me. You want sympathy then why don't you crawl your way back to your human, hm?" "I'm sure she's stupid enough to reward your misbehaviour with pets and kisses. You always did like being a little pampered pet, didn't you? Having a soft bed and food in your bowl~" She mocked. "Disgusting really, you pets are all the same." Silas only continued to cough before he made a weak effort to stand.

He only looked down in shame, despite her scolding, tears quickly began to fill his eyes. But there was no sadness, no emotion to go along with them all he felt was a disconnect from his surroundings as he drifted back into reality. [ . . . ] It seemed Lady had let go of him long ago, but he was too stuck in his head to have noticed. He only sat there in silence as his hand cautiously wandered to the place where the vines were. The presence of pressure still lingered even if the vines were no longer there. He seemed confused, unsure why Lady Ombre didn't simply kill him when she had the chance.

Just as she left the fox made a frantic scramble for his mask. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, all he could mutter out was faint repetitive apologies as he shakily took the kitsune mask in hand.

Once he felt it in his hands a faint calmness washed over him... He took a long moment to stare at it in silence. His claw was gently scratching at the smooth surface of the mask, a feeble attempt to help ground himself in the present day. He still seemed extremely shaken up from the interaction with her. His hands were unintentionally trembling, and he couldn't stop his tears from worsening as moments passed. He was so tired of this, he was so tired of showing weakness and letting strangers have power over him. He was getting so tired of people treating him badly, pushing him around, finding new ways to get under his skin and bring him to the pathetic tears he struggled to hide. "Everything is fine..." He muttered before he finally flipped the mask, completely set on using it to conceal any leftover tears.

"Why do I always do such stupid things…"

-> Oh? What's this? Seems Silas will remember this interaction. Lady Ombre has been added to the relationships page. -> Silas has been... slightly injured and will have minor scratches going forward.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! To celebrate, I decided to share some of my favorite LGBTQ+ characters/couples

[comicbookddr]

SERICA WEEK DAY 6: SAY YOU'LL BE MAZTAK

[cc1010fox]

Fox: I think Vos is hiding nearby. Thire: Why do you say that? Fox: During that last attempt on my life, I was thrown out of the way. Thire: During the meeting with the chancellor? Fox: Yeah. Thire: Is he hiding in the chancellor's office? Fox: I guess? Thire: ...Huh.

[vanyafresita]

sorry for dying guys, i just died

[stick-by-me]

Hurry hurry!

More like this from my collection:

Fruit | Restaurant | Bakery | Flowers | Mail

[freak1ish]

@gunchamber continued from here.

{   SMS KRISSY : 3:30 PM } I'm only soft to those I love, Kris, but it is nice to hear you finally say it. {   SMS KRISSY : 3:35 PM } I remember seeing how you wanted to say you loved me the other night when you were sitting next to me at my piano, but for some reason you chose to stay silent. I guess fear must have gotten the better of you. {   SMS KRISSY : 3:40 PM } I left you a gift in my office. It isn't much, but it is something to remember me by in case the worst happens.  {   SMS KRISSY : 3:45 PM } I will be back by your side in an hour's time . I just need to sort out a few things first.

@gunchamber

[houndofllove]

Once Johnny sinks his teeth into you, he has no intention of letting go.

He's always been bold—annoying at worst and charming at best. His presence is unmistakable; in the Mess it's his laughter that rings the loudest and in the corridors it's his shoulders which take up the expanse of it. So, yeah, it was no doubt that soon enough he'd get around to playing with you.

One glimmer of his shinning, pointy teeth and the starving glint in his eyes had you falling into his bed like a lamb caught in the foxes trap.

You haven't been the first, and most certainly won't be the last.

But there's something different about him this time. You try to call it quits, try to tell him it was fun, tell him goodbye. Yet he's trailing behind you at every moment he can spare. Weeks spent knowing he's two feet behind you in the canteen queue; watching as he moves to a different squat rack, the closer one, as soon as you get to the gym.

Leaning against the wall as you walk out from a briefing.

"Yer ignorin' me."

"Just going about my day, Johnny." You're already halfway down the corridor with your folder of paperwork, a headache forming at your temples.

"Won't ye just wait a minute."

He's not too far behind you, chasing like a desperate puppy. It's not hard to realise the thrill he gets out of this: following you around, pestering just enough until you'll give in to him. That animalistic hunt that men crave like vampires do blood.

"My god," you snap, steps halting so sharply you can sense the way his shirt brushes against your back before you turn, waving the folder in the air. "Don't you have a life? Something better to do than harass-"

The sudden way he grips your arm is enough to startle you into silence, submission as he pulls you into the closet a few steps away.

"What are you doing?" You scowl, but it doesn't stop him from putting his paws on your shoulders, turning you until your back is firm against the door and his knee is inching dangerously close to the swell between your legs.

"What did ye think was gonna happen?"

Heat simmers in your cheeks, unyielding as you take on to staring at his chest. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of looking up, knowing you're beneath him, that no matter what he does you can't fight him.

Huffing, you try plant your feet firmly into the ground, angling your hips backward to try evade the way he somehow presses himself even closer to you without touching you quite yet.

"What did ye think?"

It comes out sterner but with a rasp in it which you know is full of desire; one that comes when a man is thirsty for water after days without it. He pinches your chin before you can stop or recognise it, and then he's craning your head back.

Staring back at you isn't the 141 sweetheart, nor the playful Sergeant that everyone knows, but a wolf.

The lump in your throat stops any words from escaping, lip wobbling as you struggle to come up with anything. No cunning retort, no quick escape.

"Ah know, ah know," he shushes but he's laughing all the same, the pearls between his lips on display. "Fun isn't it? Runnin' away from me, pretendin' I'm not there?"

Your exhale is sharp, the wind brushing against the top of your lip, cool. You try to shake your head but his fingers hold you still.

"Pretty lamb," he muses, "didn't think I'd let ye go, did ye?"

"Fuck you–"

"Ahhh," he sighs dreamily, leaning forward so his lips sit just a fraction away from yours. You try to shrink your lips, try to shake your head out of his grip again, move your legs so he's not overwhelmingly near. Efforts that are futile as his thigh finally slides right against your core.

He's disgustingly pleased when your eyes go wide.

"Always liked the ones that bite back best."

[muletia]

Iam clawing, clutching, biting, chewing my fucking bars of my enclosure-!!!

I cannot let it go of mee,,,, ratchet with breeding kink oh my goodness... fucking old ass man wreck some humansussy and that hip of his gonna fucking break because hes old rustybot but he still got games in him!!!!!!

Synth! Ratchet is even better. You think 1 or 2 rounds will good for him?? Smh,,, ermmm,, actually he'd rather go for 5 rounds methinks or more!!!!

Ratchet has been infested my brain and mind. I do whatever he says because- yes, my beautiful gorgeous wife ❤️‼️🔥

mklabjclkd I absolutely love the ways Ratchet gets described by his biggest simps.

I also love the fact that the fandom collectively agreed that Ratchet has rizz. That damn silver fox gilf with robo arthritis has definitely scored countless spikes and valves in his life. On Cybertron, bots probably lined up in long queues at the Autobots’ medic bay just to get a glimpse of his juicy aft as he bent over for some medical instrument…

Breeding kink Ratchet goes so hard, hhhh. Sure, he’s a grumpy, tsundere old man, but deep down, he’s a true Casanova who knows how to satisfy his partner. He’s probably spent countless hours studying human reproductive system anatomy just to make interfacing as pleasurable as possible for you.

I don’t mean to kill the horny mood, but imagine during an especially strong thrust, his pelvis cracks lmao

And synth-en!Ratchet? Ughhh, a real, insatiable beast. Suddenly, the arthritis ceases to exist when he pounds into your heat like a jackhammer...

[stealthetrees]

Commander Fox who takes off his helmet in tense situations to glare more effectively and as a result has many facial scars.

Fox who broke into Palpatine’s private apartment to plant bugs and accidentally woke up palpatine who electrocuted Fox on instinct. Fox says he was tortured to save face.

Fox who hasn’t slept in a week and is super grumpy and as a result engages with people by talking as robotic and emotionless as possible.

Fox who steals priceless art from senators to sell bc he wants to buy fuzzy socks for his troopers so the senator tries to have him decommissioned. Fox just changes his cc number again.

Fox who is bad at social queues and really wants friends so sometimes ends up in really uncomfortable situations where he was unaware the other person wanted sex.

Fox who blackmails senators into voting for clone rights, only to have bounty hunters sent after him.

Fox’s life is hell but it’s just the consequences of his own actions.