#the fox writes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

5am-the-foxing-hour · 2 years

Text

Acceptance

Janus had no idea how it happened or what caused it, everything had been relatively fine. Yet here he was, with a fever even more stubborn than Virgil, making his life a smothering hell. Who would have thought getting accepted would throw you off kilter and leave you a bit green around the scales.

Hey fanders! It's been a while since I last wrote anything for this fandom! But I am back (for now, no idea how long I will stay around this time), and I bring you all this.

- - -

Characters: Janus, Roman, Remus, Logan, Patton, Virgil, Thomas, Orange is mentioned but doesn’t show face.

Warnings: Sickness, vomiting, fever

- - -

Word count on this post: 2 836

Word count total: 6 901

- AO3 Link -

- - -

General Fanfic Tag list: @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko, @i-sold-my-soul-to-thefandom, @rabbitsartcorner, @punsterterry, @sleepyssnail, @nightmaresides, @virgilswritings, @ninja-girl2846, @ninjago2020, @starryfirefliesbloggo, @garecc, @sympatheticdeceit, @cookiethedevil, @askthesnake, @all-bridges-will-burn, @tacohippy56900, @little-euro-girl, @aggressiveshipper, @imbasicallyshakespear, @slayerofspiders, @prinssess61, @underthesea73, @suicidalcitrusfruit, @sander-side-stuff, @franthehorsegir, @dupstepbranch, @multi-fandoms-posts

- - -

Janus woke up gradually, feeling the worst he ever had as far as he could remember…

He lay sprawled on his bed, limbs feeling as strong as boiled spaghetti and as heavy as lead. Yellow blankets kicked off, the black sheets wrinkled and soaked in sweat.

Janus blinked numbly up at the ceiling of his room, everything was swimming before his face and nothing wanted to stay in focus. He blinked sluggishly as he, on weak shaking limbs, pushed himself into a sitting position, swaying there he sat, the loose t-shirt, with his logo on it, that he wore to bed was sticking to him, like a wet plastic bag to itself.

The alarm on his bedside table was blaring; its annoying repetitive beeping caused a headache to start to gnaw behind Janus’s tired feverish eyes.

The deceitful side slowly turned and reached for the alarm, to turn it off. The change in position caused a strong sense of vertigo to strike, causing him to crumple back onto the bed until the world felt more solid.

He reached out, missing the alarm clock at first, sending a half full glass of water crashing to the floor with a crash. Janus blinked down at the broken glass not fully absorbing what happened, before the beeping returned again in higher intensity. Janus reached out again and his scaled hand slapped down on the off button.

The alarm grew blissfully silent and Janus slumped back onto the bed with a sigh of relief that only turned to a cough followed by an attack that left him panting for breath. He slumped there he lay, he was just going to close his eyes for a moment, just a moment… but sleep graced him again for a moment before the chill that took over his body roused him again. Janus curled up on his soaked bed as the cold sunk its teeth into him, chilling him to the very bone, causing his body to shiver hard enough for his teeth to chatter.

Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but the very thought of eating anything caused nausea to roll in in waves, almost strong enough for him to gag. Janus weakly crawled off the bed getting to his feet, shivering harder when the floors were colder than the air in his room, miraculously missing the broken glass with his naked feet. The change from prone to standing sent off another coughing attack that left Janus wheezing, hunched over against the bed, almost collapsing back onto it. He reached down for the blanket, throwing it back haphazardly onto the bed. The headache grew stronger the longer he stood up, now feeling more as if Remus had grabbed rusty spikes and hammered them into his skull.

Janus swayed on his feet, the nausea squirmed uncomfortable in his stomach growing stronger as well along with the headache. Janus gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as he felt the world spin around him.

He should lie back down, but the thought of laying back on his soaked gross bed didn’t feel very nice. He was panting as he struggled to think on what to do.

In the end, his body decided for him as the world started to spin even more and Janus felt his knees give out before he crumpled like a wet sheet of paper.

Everything went dark before he even hit the floor.

-o-

Patton looked up from the puzzle he had been working on at the sound of a crash from upstairs not long after followed by a thud.

The moral side looked around, Virgil was lying on the carpet that took up most of the living room floor, feet up on the couch cushions, a pair of noise cancelling headphones over his ears. If Patton listened closely he could hear the muted sounds from the music Virgil was listening to while scrolling tumblr on his phone. Logan was sitting next to where Virgil’s feet rested, a book almost as thick as his arm on his lap, but the logical side wasn’t reading, he too was looking up, towards the stairs, with confusion.

“Did you hear that too?” Patton asked

“If you mean the ‘thump’ then, yes.” Logan stated as he bookmarked his place in the book and closed it. The two blue sides rose from where they were sitting, gaining the attention of Virgil, who gave away a questioning noise moving one of his headphones as he looked up at the two sides.

“What’s going on?”

“There was a thump from upstairs.” Logan explained “Patton and I were going to go investigate the cause.”

“It was probably just the twins...” Virgil grumbled.

“Better to investigate than to assume things.” Logan said as he started to climb the stairs. Patton followed after and Virgil rolled his eyes and waved them off before putting his headphones back on.

Logan and Patton shared a look, before they climbed the stairs. While the downstairs resembled Thomas’s apartment (or where he was currently staying), the upstairs was pretty much a world of its own, leading up to the mind palace. Now the mind palace was grand, containing all the side’s rooms, as well as the mind palace theatre, Logan’s debate station. The dream cinema and of course the whole memory library, containing all facts Thomas had ever learned as well as everything he had experienced and seen. Janus’s courtroom was also located amongst all the swirling and twisting corridors. A pair of huge doors lead out to Roman’s side of the imagination, while a beat up backdoor led to Remus’s.

The floor that contained the doors to the side’s rooms had been relatively plain, a boring corridor with doors on either side, the light side doors closest to the staircase while the dark side doors were at the very end of the corridor, as well as two bathrooms in the middle. That had been the norm, up until Thomas had seen Enchanto, after that, the doors as well as the floor took on a more Casita look.

Which caused the doors that previously had been in nothing but the plain colour of the side that occupied it, to now have a glowing carving of said side on it as well. The floor also split the corridor so instead the sides doors were facing the balcony that was filled with all from plants (Logan), some fancy statues (Roman), paintings and pictures showing the sides or important moments in Thomas’s life (Patton), as well as some random halloween decoration strewn around that never got taken away (Virgil).

Still, there were a few corridors still existing, each leading to the door of the side that Thomas was slowly learning to accept, or had not yet met. The Orange door was the furthest away from the staircase, while the corridor that led to Remus’s room was growing shorter day after day. The corridor down to Janus’s room had shortened after he told Thomas his name, and was now moving a bit faster than Remus’s corridor, to join the wall that already held the core side’s doors.

Patton and Logan stopped at the top of the stairs, before they went in a direction each, Patton taking the left turn while Logan took a right turn. Walking past their own doors, knowing that if anything happened in there, they would know it.

Looking around, the carvings on Roman’s door were out, signalling that he was not in his room and most likely in the imagination adventuring. A glance into Remus’s corridor showed his door also not glowing, meaning that the other twin was likely also in the imagination.

A glance down the orange side corridor showed the door glowing steadily, but the door was still closed shut by Janus’s yellow ‘keep out’ tape, keeping the side behind it from being able to interact with Thomas personally, until the right moment, or due to happenings in Thomas’s life.

Virgil’s door was faintly glowing since the anxious side was still in the mind palace. Logan and Patton met up on the opposite side of the stairs, standing before the corridor that led to Janus’s door. The yellow door seemed to be looming, but Logan frowned when he noticed how the glowing carving was flickering and pulsating unnaturally. The two blue themed sides shared a look, Patton worried and Logan uncertain. They hesitated for a moment before they entered the corridor.

Logan knocked on the yellow door.

“Janus?” he called, the two of them waited anxiously, but there was no reply. Logan knocked again, harder this time.

“Janus?! Buddy? Can you open the door please?” Still there was no reply. “Should… should we go in?”

“We would be intruding on his privacy, but… he might need help if he hasn’t replied to our calls.”

“Better to be safe than sorry, right?”

“Right.”

Logan grabbed the door handle and pushed it down, the door was thankfully not locked, and pushed the door open.

The warm humid air of Janus’s room rolled out, hitting them in the face causing both of their glasses to fog over. Logan took his glasses off and cleaned them with a tissue, before putting them back on and pushed inside. Patton meanwhile rubbed the paws of his cat hoodie against the glass of his own glasses, before he followed to peer inside, but not entering the room.

The room was dim, the only light being from a big terrarium that took up most of the left wall of the room. Fairy lights hung along the ceiling from the middle and out in pretty arches, combined with clinging plants and greenery. A stained glass window, covered by a pair of thick curtains, took up the right wall. A stripe of rainbow coloured sunlight managed to find a hole between the fabrics to pierce into the room, landing softly against the crumpled sheets and blanket on Janus’s bed. The wall opposite the door was nothing but a gigantic bookshelf that held books, as well as trophies and other winnings.

Logan walked inside, while Patton worried his hands with the paws of the hoodie, he stayed at the door, making sure to keep it open. It was the best way to make sure the room didn’t start to influence their cores, when the side the room belonged to weren't able to keep it in check.

There was no sign of Janus anywhere.

“Patton, could you turn on the lights please, it would make it easier to look.” Logan said as he looked inside the terrarium with curious eyes, having caught sight of a couple of yellow boa snakes, who stared back at him or ignored him completely.

“Oh! Sure.” Patton said as he looked around for the light switch, turning it on once he found it. Filling the room with a bright yellow light. Logan turned away from the terrarium, only to freeze where he stood when he caught sight of something on the other side of the bed, cursing loudly as he rushed forward.

“What?! What happened?! Logan?!” Patton cried out, ignoring the risk, as he rushed over to join Logan, the sight that met him on the other side of the bed made Patton pale.

Janus was sickly pale apart from the feverish flush that was high on his cheeks. Despite how hot Janus’s room was, the yellow side was shivering, unconscious in Logan’s arms.

“He’s burning up…” Logan muttered as he rested his wrist against Janus’s sweaty forehead. “This is very concerning.”

“But, how is he sick? We can’t get sick on our own, we only tend to get sick when Thomas is sick, and it’s never this bad!” Patton rambled. “What’s wrong with him!?”

“I don’t know, but he can’t stay here, the room is too hot, we need to bring him somewhere we can cool him down. Taking him to any of our rooms would only put him at risk and in harm's way as our rooms would have an easier time influencing him, when he’s this weak.”

“What about the common room, it’s the most neutral space we have… and it would make it easier for us to keep watch and care for him.”

“Agreed.” Logan nodded, before he returned his attention to Janus. “Janus, can you hear me?” He got no reaction from the snake side. Logan shook him lightly and clapped him lightly on the cheek, that brought forth a reaction, Janus’s face scrunched up and he blinked his eyes open and gave away a soft huff of breath. Logan frowned at how Janus’s eyes didn’t really focus on anything. “Janus?” Janus blinked, turning his head slightly to blink blearily up at Logan.

“Lo-” his voice cracked and Janus’s whole body jolted as cough after cough attacked him once again. Logan cursed softly at the sound of the coughs while Patton made a pained noise in the back of his throat.

“Patton, go and get the common room in order, I will carry him downstairs.” Patton nodded as he rushed out of Janus’s room, taking a detour into his own room to grab his fluffiest blankets before he moved downstairs.

“Janus, we’re going to move you to the common area so we can monitor your health better.” Logan explained once Janus’s coughs died down to a pained wheeze, he just groaned in reply, slumping his head against Logan’s shoulder, eyes closing. “Stay awake, please. You are in dire need of medicine and water. How long have you been sick?” A weak shrug was all he got in return. Logan huffed, not happy with the answer, but knew he better start moving. He changed his hold on Janus, gently taking Janus’s right arm and moving it so it lay over his shoulder, before he moved one arm to hold under Janus’s back and another under his knees. Logan rose to his feet, securing his hold on Janus’s body. Janus made a aborted noise at the sudden movement, gagging but thankfully not throwing up anything. Logan stood stock still, allowing Janus time to get used to it. The yellow side actually whined as he slumped against Logan’s chest.

Logan didn’t like this one bit, there were no records of a side getting sick this bad. Janus was burning up, delirious from the fever, despite this Thomas seemed to be doing fine, so Janus’s sickness had yet not affected their host… Logan hoped it wouldn’t. Thomas was still mentally exhausted after the wedding, even if it was getting better.

Virgil looked up when Patton came rushing down the stairs, arms full of fluffy blankets. Virgil sat up properly on the floor, removing his headphones.

“What got you in such a rush, pops?”

“Janus’s sick, and we don’t know what’s wrong.” Patton said in a rushed breath as he started to get the couch in order, removing some of the throw pillows and putting the blankets in place, before rushing into the kitchen to get a dish tub and putting it on the floor next to the couch, who knew if Janus would be able to keep food and water down or not.

Virgil followed Patton with his eyes unsure if he was to help or stay out of the way.

“Are you sure he’s sick and not just faking it?” Virgil snarked, as Patton ruched into the kitchen again.

“Virgil!” Patton yelled, looking up over the kitchen island to give Virgil a disapproving glare. “He is sick and needs our help.” Virgil scoffed

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t put it past the bastard.” Virgil grumbled, only to look up when he heard Logan walk down the stairs, and whatever snarky comment Virgil was planning to say to the snake, when he saw him, died on his tongue, as his eyes caught sight of Janus’s limp form in Logan’s arms. Sure, Janus might be able to pretend to be sick, but he was not that good. Virgil felt guilt and worry squirm in his stomach.

Getting to his feet he moved over, to get a better look. Janus was pale, his scales less vibrant than normal, dark eye bags under his eyes that almost rivalled Virgil’s eye-shadow and despite how lethargic his body was, shivers still shook his limbs. Virgil didn’t even have to reach out to know Janus had a fever from the high flush on his cheeks.

“Any idea what’s wrong with him?” Virgil asked, in a hushed tone. Logan shook his head as he gently deposited Janus onto the couch, making sure he was comfortable before tucking him in. Janus hadn’t managed to stay awake from the path from his room to the living room.

“I- no, there are no records of any of us getting sick unless Thomas is sick, and even then it is never this bad. I… I hate not having an answer to what's wrong with him.” Logan said as he crossed his arms, distress causing his eyebrows to furrow. Virgil worried his lip, between his teeth, he too, didn’t know what was wrong.

-Continue reading on AO3-

#Sanders Sides #Janus #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #text #the fox writes #Sick character

44 notes · View notes

agentravensong · 2 months

Text

thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.

thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.

no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.

compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.

those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.

#undertale #alphys #true lab #this inspired by a mutual's alphys posting #and a discord convo i had a couple weeks back about ut's stance on ''punishing'' the player vs the monsters for their actions #and thoughts i've had generally post a certain fangame with a color in its name about just how well ut is structured as a narrative #everyone rightfully praises toby fox's character writing but stuff like this i think flies under the radar a bit by comparison #and it deserves to be appreciated #there's obvious Lore reasons why the true lab is only visited in a pacifist run (what's revealed about chara and flowey)#but this is the other half of it: the message of alphys's story hits hardest on a paci route post neutral runs #toby fox is a good writer more often than not

4K notes · View notes

whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 29 days

Text

“What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever said?” The boy asks. The horse replies, “Help”.

k.b. // the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse - short movie

2K notes · View notes

sopuu · 2 years

Text

WHAT TIMELINE AM I ON

#OF COURSE HE WON BY 0.1%#LITERALLY EXPLODING #i’m so happy to have watched this battle unfold in real time #context for those who don’t know it’s the tumblr sexyman poll on twitter. internet history was made today #and also toby fox writing fanfic is absolutely the very last thing i expected this year #dw sans likes it #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #undertale #sans #sanssweep #reigensweep #my doodles #edit: i’m glad this is my legacy #sopuuart

24K notes · View notes

genderqueerdykes · 2 months

Text

someone identifying as nonhuman doesn't affect anyone but them unless they choose to neglect their needs/the needs of others they are responsible for. other than that, the person i saw walking around with realistic fox ears and gloves with paw pads on them wasn't hurting anyone. they made me feel better, as an autistic wolf therian/nonhuman. we weren't hurting anyone when i complimented their ears and they said thank you. we were just two passing canine folk who sniffed each other out then went on with their business. not a problem was made, but the both of us walked away a little brighter for it. being openly nonhuman hurts no one.

#nonhuman #therian #canine therian #otherkin #wolf therian #alterhuman #fox therian #caninekin #werewolf kin #werewolf #wolfkin #our writing #about us

1K notes · View notes

q1ngqve · 3 months

Text

fox! aventurine who lies about being inexperienced so you offer to teach him how to make a woman cum <3

fox! aventurine who pretends to not know where your clit is so you’d guide his eager fingers to your puffy clit, using the pad of his index finger to draw slow circles

fox! aventurine who gives you big bright eyes like a little puppy when you tell him his fingers feel good and he’s a natural

fox! aventurine who has to unzip his pants because his dick is hurting so badly from how hard he is when you let him put two fingers in you

fox! aventurine who asks if he can taste you when you cum on his fingers

fox! aventurine who sticks his tongue into you while his thumb plays with your clit instead of tasting you from his fingers which was what you thought he meant

fox! aventurine who makes you cum on his tongue in no time like a pro

fox! aventurine who can’t hold himself back any longer, pushes himself into you because you are just so fucking warm and innocent!

fox! aventurine who cooes into your ear telling you you’re taking him so well

fox! aventurine who laughs when you look at him with betrayal in your teary eyes, fingers coming up to pinch at your cheeks, asking you if your parents ever taught you to never trust men, much less a fox! hybrid

fox! aventurine who pumps you full of his cum as he apologizes, telling you he’s sorry for lying and he would a 100% do it again

#animal hybrids!!!!!#🀥 lan’s writings!#fox aventurine brainrot #ARGH #🥺ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི #i love him sm #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut

2K notes · View notes

ominouspuff · 3 months

Text

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about.

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids.

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time.

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical.

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept).

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are.

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that.

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him.

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill.

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving.

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

1K notes · View notes

wtimetravelgentlemen · 11 months

Photo

this barbie makes nice tea :) hes just ren

#drawing #boyfriend to death 2 #BTD2 #ren hana #lawrence oleander #btd ren #btd lawrence #should i have added the other writing to the signs? probably. cant be bohered though #btd #boyfriend to death #digital #Illustration #btd fanart #barbie movie #barbie and ken #barbie 2023 #fox boy

4K notes · View notes

risingmoonyue · 10 months

Text

AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but it’s incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.

#text post #hijinks #my writing #star wars #clone wars #tcw #coruscant guard #corrie guard #jedi #star wars au #fix it #sheev palpatine #commander fox #commander thorn #commander thire #commander stone #clone trooper hound #zillo beast

4K notes · View notes

her-writings-blog · 8 months

Text

Let’s bake together. We’ll make cookies and we’ll test if the dough is sweet enough. Not sweet enough? Hey what are you- *gets kissed*

Now it is sweet indeed🥰

Gimme another taste🥹

#the fox writes #couple #bisexual #lesbian #gay #transisbeautiful #nonbinary #lovers #flirting

9 notes · View notes

the-meme-monarch · 6 months

Text

I’m a big proporter of “k_k isn’t stupid he just likes to act like it bc he thinks it funny to make people mad or confused”. and other such doodles of him

if you ship scc go away👍

references for the last one under the cut

#the art gallery #deltarune #scc #yknow that tweet or whatever it was from toby fox where he said it was practically addictive to write sans and papyrus’ dialogue like t #like they could continue a conversation twice as longer than he intended bc it was just so fun to write them. that’s scc for me #I’m specifically talking abt the hot dog in the microwave one here

1K notes · View notes

brenbofen · 9 months

Text

Base Urges ♥︎

Sub Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng x Dom AMAB Foxian Reader

Broadcaster Message - i need to get Dan Heng pregnant or i will die

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, Dom AMAB Reader, Foxian Reader, Reader doesn’t know Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara at first, Established Relationships, Heats/Mating Seasons, Virgin Dan Heng, Biting and Marking, You fuck Dan Heng so hard his Vidyadhara traits come out, Dan Heng is called your mate and love, Anal fingering and penetration, Multiple orgasms, Cum swallowing, Belly Bulge, Mating Press, Over Simulation.

!! Not Proof Read !!

Many of the Astral Express members noticed a change in Dan Heng when you chose to travel with them, the way he seemed to smile more, was more talkative when you were around, your hand always over his. He’d noticed a change in himself as well, but, it was far different than what the others noticed.

It was related to his Vidyadhara origins. His need to mark you, protect you, always be with you. He tried to suppress these, instincts, as best as he could, but you made it so hard. As a Foxian you also had your instincts, bite maarks littering Dan Heng’s body, your need to always pamper him, the few times you would let the word mate slip out. It drove him mad.

He had settled on avoiding over-stimulating encounters with you, if he did that he could avoid his more base urges. Of course you had to go and make it difficult for him.

Dan Heng was stood outside your bedroom door, staring at your message a bit confused. Your message was unorganized and hastily written, but among all your misspelled words and lack of punctuation he could tell you needed him, and bad, just not why. He gently knocked on the door, hearing your soft voice mutter a “Come in.”

Dan Heng tucked his phone into his pocket and opened your door, the sight of your body and your scent making him take a step back. You were sprawled out on your bed in nothing but your boxers, your usually well kept tail and hair a frazzled mess as you panted, your head lazily turning to face Dan Heng and you smiled softly, mumbling for him to come closer.

Oh.

You were in your heat.

He’d heard you mention it offhandedly, and when in the Shackling Prison, he’d seen Foxian inmates be given suppressants or taken to private quarters, but he didn’t think it’d be happening now. He was more than ready to help you, but he wasn’t ready to be so vulnerable with you, and the possibility of his Vidyadhara traits coming out.

He slowly stepped in, allowing the door to close behind him as he soaked in your appearance. Even in your disheveled state there was something so elegant about how your rolled onto your back, head pressed into the plush blankets beneath you as you grinned at Dan Heng, a light shine coating your body from your sweat. Your tail wagged faster and faster as Dan Heng creeped closer to you, your hands reaching out to cup his face once he was standing over you.

“Hmm, my rut caught me off guard.” Your voice was soft as you pulled Dan Heng down for a kiss. You pulled him into the bed with you as best you could, eventually finding yourself straddling his hips as you sat atop him, Dan Heng flushing a deep red at the sight. “Could you help me? It is your job as my mate~” Dan Heng let out a ragged breath as you leaned down and nipped at his ear, feeling you move your hips and start grinding against his thigh, soft whines escaping your lips.

Dan Heng sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “Of course, do what you need.” He heard you hum in response, watching as you sat up and began to strip Dan Heng down, tail impatiently thumping against your bed. He simply decided he’d try to hold his more draconic traits in as best he could, you came before his needs, it was something you always frowned at when he would say that, he blamed the idea on his instincts.

You hummed once you got Dan Heng down to his boxers, lazily tossing his clothing somewhere in your room as you leaned down as kissed Dan Heng, hands exploring his body. He was glad he caught you early into your heat, you were able to hold yourself back a bit, for now at least. There was a mix of giddiness and fear pooling in his chest, not only would this be his first time with you, it was his first time in general.

You moved away from Dan Heng and glanced down, a frown forming on your face, “Your marks are fading.” You dragged your fingers over the faded hickeys and bite marks covering Dan Heng’s neck and shoulders. Dan Heng nodded, tilting his head back slightly, “You can replace them if you like.” He watched as you visibly perked up, ears standing straight up and tail wagging as you leaned down and sunk your teeth into Dan Heng’s neck, he let out a whine at the feeling of you breaking his skin, your tongue dragging along the wound. You mumbled a soft sorry before your returned to marking Dan Heng, his neck having barely any untouched skin once you were finished.

You sat up and admired your work for a moment, hands dragging over the fresh bruises and indents from your teeth. You let out a hum as you reached over Dan Heng, grabbing a bottle of lube from your bedside table. You moved down so you were kneeling between Dan Heng’s legs, curling your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. “You ready for me to go further?” Dan Heng nodded slowly, excitement bubbling in his chest as you tugged his boxers down.

You unconsciously licked your lips at the sight of his hard dick, tail practically wagging a mile a minute. Dan Heng saw how your fingers twitched and your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious you were trying to hold yourself back, your need to let Dan Heng enjoy this as well just barely overpowering your instincts. You opened the bottle of lube and smeared it on your fingers, moving Dan Heng so his legs were loosely resting on your shoulders. You experimentally pressed one of your fingers against Dan Heng’s hole, glancing up at him for approval.

Dan Heng nodded, throwing his head back when your pressed the full finger in. The feeling of your finger pressing against his insides was alien to Dan Heng, but he also loved it. He loved the closeness, the way you looked at him so lovingly as you carefully fingered him, how you watched for even the smallest change in his face once you pressed a second finger in.

Dan Heng could feel the pads of your fingers pressing against his insides as you stretched him out, suddenly letting out the sweetest moan when you pressed your fingers into a particular spot. “There it is~” You cooed at Dan Heng as your pressed your fingers into his prostate, soaking in all the sweet whines and moans that spilled from his lips. The waves of pleasure that washed over him were so overwhelming, every time he’d feel the pads of your fingers press into the bundle of nerves he’d arch his back, unconsciously pressing his hips against your hand, trying to feel more of you inside of him.

You leaned down and pressed kisses against Dan Heng’s abdomen, feeling his hand tangle itself into your hair. “[Name]—! Hahh, that feels so— AhHh—“ Dan Heng threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around his dick, feeling you groan around him as his cum shot into your mouth. You used your free hand to massage his thigh, helping Dan Heng through his orgasm, feeling him tremble around you. He whined as you pulled your head away from his dick, licking your lips clean of any drool and cum that may have spilled out.

You laughed as you pulled your fingers out of Dan Heng, resting your hand over the waistband of your boxers, “Goodness, you’re so sensitive.” You teased Dan Heng, watching as he pressed his head into the pillows beneath him, only whining in response. You pulled your boxers off, hissing as the cold air of your room hit your dick. Dan Heng glanced at you, sucking in a harsh breath as you began to smear lube over your dick. You were so big, he could barely handle your fingers, how could you possibly think he could take your dick now!

You glanced up at Dan Heng, smiling softly when you realized why he was staring at you so shocked. You leaned down and pressed kisses against his stomach, staring up at him so sweetly, “I know you can take it, you have to.” You sat up and held Dan Heng’s legs up with one hand, using the other to align your tip with his hole. Dan Heng let out a shaky breath as you pressed your tip into him, still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

You pressed yourself deeper into him, occasionally pausing to let Dan Heng get used to your length. “You’re doing so well Dan Heng, taking me so well,” You let go of Dan Heng’s legs and let them fall around your hips, “Hahh, you’re squeezing so tightly, love.” You got half of your length into Dan Heng, groaning when you felt him clench around you. Dan Heng’s mouth was agape as you continued to press your dick further into him, arching his back and letting out a groan when you bottomed out.

You gently rested a hand over Dan Heng’s stomach, admiring the mound that formed in his stomach. Dan Heng watched as you very slowly thrusted in and out, watching the lump grow smaller and larger with you. “Fhuuck, I—is that you?” You glanced up at Dan Heng, nodding as you pressed your hand against the lump, tail wagging as he let out a whine at the feeling.

You slowly began to pick up the pace of your thrusts, feeling your will crumbling. Dan Heng felt so good around you, he was so tight and warm, you couldn’t help it! Your groaned as your rose onto your knees, pressing your face into the crook of Dan Heng’s neck. “[N-Name]! Sl-slow down—! Mmphmm—“ You harshly kissed Dan Heng, feeling him claw at your back as your thrusts became faster and more sloppy. “I’m sorry- You just feel so good…” You mumbled against Dan Heng’s lips, pressing your forehead against his.

You were so lost in your pleasure you didn’t notice the low growl that escaped Dan Heng or how his blunt nails felt more like claws against your back. You were so focused on chasing your high you didn’t notice the scaly tail that sprouted from Dan Heng’s lower back or the long horns that bumped against your head. “Shit— Heng ‘m gonna- Fuckk—“ You didn’t even wait for a response before you harshly snapped your hips against Dan Heng’s, groaning as you shot your cum deep into him.

You sat up slightly, still rutting against Dan Heng, not only to chase your high but because you weren’t completely satisfied, head thrown back as you caught your breath. You opened your eyes slowly and paused everything you were doing.

Dan Heng had long, glowing teal horns sprouting from his temples, his short hair much longer than usual with the underside a dark green and red streak running through it. You stared at his bright green eyes, ears twitching as you took in his appearance. “Dan Heng..?” He glanced up at you, his own pointed ears twitching at the sound of his name. He hummed in confusion, tilting his head to the side as he took in your expression. “What—What’s wrong?” You brought a hand to Dan Heng’s horns, gently wrapped your fingers around it.

Dan Heng’s eyes were blown wide when he felt you grab his horns. He pulled away as best as he could, ending up only sinking into your bed as he jerked his head away from you. “[Name]— I’m sorry, I meant to tell you sooner and—“ You pressed a hand to his cheek, Dan Heng freezing under your touch. “It’s okay…” Your voice was soft and airy, almost as if you weren’t fully present. You leaned down and kissed Dan Heng, feeling his clawed hands nestle in your hair, nails dragging against your scalp.

You hummed against his lips, feeling his tail curl around your waist. “It’s really alright, love.” You pressed more kisses against Dan Heng’s jaw, gently beginning to rut against him again. “But… You think we could, Ahh, focus on my rut for now?” You gave Dan Heng a meek smile, your boyfriend laughing as he pressed his head into the pillows beneath him.

“Of course, do what you need.”

Dan Heng was so happy you didn’t mind the fact he was a Vidyadhara. He knew the main reason you weren’t focused on it was because of your rut, but you didn’t seem disgusted or annoyed with him, and that was the most important thing to him! Of course, after making sure you were satisfied.

Dan Heng grabbed your forearms as your thrusts became more harsh. He felt so full from your dick and your cum, feeling you fuck the warm liquid deeper and deeper into him. Something about not having to hold his draconic traits back made the pleasure ten times better, being able to fully enjoy the feeling of your dick dragging along his stained walls.

You pressed kisses against Dan Heng’s chest, your loving gaze never once faltering as you looked up at him. “Ahh- [Name],” You hummed as you rested your chin against Dan Heng’s chest, still thrusting into him at an even pace. “C-could you move… faster?” You laughed but followed Dan Heng’s request, moving your hips faster, Dan Heng groaning at the feeling of your dick pressing against his prostate.

Dan Heng whimpered as he felt you move faster and faster, watching as you grabbed his legs and brought his knees up by his shoulders so you could be as deep in him as possible, “I- I’m gonna- AhHh— I’m gonna cum agai-nn—“ Dan Heng cried out as he arched his back and came, his cum covering his abdomen, but you didn’t stop. You hovered over Dan Heng’ holding his legs together as your thrusts became sloppy.

You could tell Dan Heng was getting over-stimulated, from how tears prickled in the corner of his eyes and his nails dug into your arms. “Just a bit longer, love— Mhmmm, I’m so close—“ Your ears twitched as you thrust into Dan Heng, mouth hung open as you felt your second orgasm approaching. It thankfully wasn’t long before you came, shooting your thick cum into Dan Heng.

You fell onto Dan Heng, pressing your face into his neck. Your tail was wagging so fast as you rutted against Dan Heng, riding out your high. “Thank you…” You kissed and nipped at Dan Heng’s neck, feeling his clawed hands massaged your scalp carefully, the tip of his tail thumping against your bed. “Hahh, ‘m so happy to have you as my mate, Dan Heng.” Dan Heng laughed at your words, “Me too.”

2K notes · View notes

kingofthe-egirls · 8 months

Text

SITTING PRETTY: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: alcohol, kitsune, east blue crew, yes i was imagining the opla cast but so were you, kissing, sitting in someone’s lap)

(a/n: this was so fun. smut maybe coming soon? we’ll see)

Songs: “Hotel” by Claire Rosinkranz

words: 1.2k

Luffy is staring at you.

He’s sitting across the campfire from you, sipping a glass of milk through a straw. You have your own moscow mule in hand, the copper mug sweating with cold condensation.

The air smells like smoke.

“So!” Luffy speaks, twirling his straw around in his drink. He slurps it loudly before continuing, “Let’s play a game!”

He smiles around at the rest of the crew, who are all in their own various states of intoxication. It’s been a long night, after several days at sea with no islands in sight. Everyone is a little bored, a little stressed, and more than a little in need of blowing off some steam. Nami shrugs.

“Sure, captain. What’s up?”

Luffy leans forward, wicked smirk painting his charming features. You stare down into your melted ice and muddled mint leaves.

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Zoro sighs, but leans forward too. Sanji and Usopp also perk up. The Merry creaks in the waves as she sails. The ocean laps at her sides, soothing and peaceful in the summer night air. The campfire sparks up with a flare.

Luffy slurps his milk.

“What are the stakes?” Nami asks, adjusting in her seat, her boots slung over one another as she leans back. Usopp is fiddling with his slingshot.

Zoro shrugs, “Drink if you won’t take a dare, drink twice if you won’t take a truth.”

“So, we’re trying to outmatch each other? Get stuff we won’t wanna do?”

“Sorta,” Zoro says, “S’alright with everyone?”

“Sounds fun,” you admit, downing your glass before handing it off to Sanji. He’s a sucker for your sparkly eyes and fluffy tails. Your ears flick back and forth, excited. Nervous.

Sanji hurries back with a refill.

He straightens his suit jacket before sitting back down. The indigo night washes over him with a flattering, velvet softness. You wonder what shade of blue his eyes are, up close.

Luffy clears his throat.

“Sooo, who wants to go first?” His shining eyes scan the crew, and you flick up a tail (or two). He smiles, and takes a sip of his kid’s drink.

You sigh. “Truth,” you say, staring at Nami. You figure she’s gonna strike the worst, so might as well get it over with first. She stares at you, flicking her eyes up and down your scrappy frame. She arches an auburn brow.

“So, Kitty,” she sips her cider, and Sanji shifts in his seat. “Have you ever had sex before?”

She’s smiling, devilish, as you snort through your drink. She laughs as you cough, orange hair swaying in the soft breeze. Everyone else stutters and laughs, and Zoro mutters something about “starting off strong.” You swallow, sucking your teeth as you swirl melted ice around your drink.

“Yes.”

Everyone sighs out in relief, tension removed for a second of release.

Your eyes flick up to hers.

“Your turn.”

She stares back at you: a challenge.

“Dare.”

You shrug, mouth turned down, “I dare you to say when the last time you had sex was.” You stare at her glare, as she clocks you basically just gave her a truth anyway. She sniffs.

“Last week.”

“Liar!” You say, and she giggles. You shove the bottle of tequila closer to her, and she swallows what is certainly more than just one shot.

“Your turn,” she says to Zoro, who glances at Luffy for his prompt.

Luffy stares at the floor, now-empty glass held loosely in slender fingers. “What…is your favorite color?”

“I didn’t say truth, captain,” Zoro snorts, “Truth or dare, Luffy.”

“Dare?”

Sanji sighs, and Usopp says “we might as well go with it,” so Zoro sighs and starts to think of something to dare his already-reckless captain with. He settles on something silly, and tame.

“I dare you to slingshot back and forth across the ship five times.”

Happy to be moving, your hyperactive friend shoots up and starts gum-gum rocketing across the ship with no small amount of shouting. You swirl the mint leaves in your drink. “Your turn,” you murmur to Usopp, who gives Sanji a glance.

“Truth or dare?” The chef asks, his own glass of wine clutched in his delicate fist. It’s as dark as the sea.

“Truth.”

“What do Kaya’s lips taste like?”

The group ooo’s in scandalous delight, all eyes on the sniper as he stares down into his drink. “Pass,” he says, and takes a huge slurp. It dribbles down his chin. “Who’s turn is next?”

“Sanji,” you say, turning to him with a smile, “Truth or dare, handsome?”

He blushes at your pet name, and someone coughs. The blond boy licks his lips. His eyes meet yours, reflecting the fire’s red heat.

“Dare.”

“Kiss my cheek,” you preen, tails flicking around you. You bare the side of your face to him, sitting pretty by the campfire. Your scrappy jeans have stitched-on patches, and your crop top hangs loose around your frame. A single pendant hangs around your neck, and your hair is twisted into messy braids. You knock your steel-toed boots together.

Sanji hums, peaceful, as he delicately scoots toward you. He’s already sitting next to you, tall legs and broad shoulders bumping into yours as he settles closer in. His hand is slightly cool as it graces the side of your neck. “Be still, pretty,” he whispers, just for you, as he presses a slow smooch against your cheek. He bites it, playfully, and you swat him away with a fearsome blush.

Usopp giggles, and Nami snorts into her cider again. Zoro and Luffy are both silent. You swallow, and cast about the crew for someone else’s turn. “Is it me again?” You ask, and Zoro nods.

“Truth or dare?” He says, sake almost drained from his bottle. The air stills, sudden breeze gone quiet as you sit together. You curl two tails around yourself, petting the soft, arctic fur in your lap. It scratches against the striped patch on the side of your left hip.

“Truth.”

“Nope,” Zoro says, swigging his sake, “Truth is boring. You’re doing a dare. Sit in the lap of the person you’d most like to have sex with.”

Everyone gasps, except for you.

Your eyes burn with smoke, staring down the swordsman across the crackling flames. Sparks shoot up between you, orange and hazy in the moonlight. Something thumps against the ship; a fish or a shark that swims away silently.

You stand.

Sanji shifts, still close to you from his kiss. He scratches the fabric of his slacks above his left knee. His shoes are shiny and black beneath the stars. You step over them, carefully.

And you make your way across the circle, slowly as a shark circling prey.

“Sorry,” you whisper, standing in front of the captain who saved you, “Is this seat taken?”

He stares at you.

His breath comes ragged and hazy, as he sets his glass down to make room. His hands are sweaty, so he wipes them off on his shorts as you stand beside his hip. He leans back, slightly, to let you sit side-saddle across his legs. He shifts on the deck so he’s cross-legged, and you take your seat with a searing blush. Your ass fits neatly into the space between his crisscrossed legs, his heat spilling into your body as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He nuzzles into your cheek, his soft hair tickling your jaw. “Sleeping in my hammock tonight,” he whispers, his lips in your hair, “Captain’s orders.”

****

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #kitty speaks #luffy x y/n #luffy x kitsune #luffy x kitty #luffy x oc #luffy x you #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #vasya #fox tales #kitsune oc

2K notes · View notes