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tornado1992 · 2 months

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The world does not deserve some things.

It doesn’t deserve destruction, hate or cruelty.

Sonic has known this for quite a while, being some sort of fighter for nature or a so called “protector” of it by a lot of people, he’s not so sure about that though.

Just as the world can be beautiful it can become dreadful, the world gives origin to everything in it, and that everything is part of the world itself.

The people that live in it are the part that shows the contrast the most clearly, just as some inhabitants are kind, take care of each other and enjoy the wonders it has to offer, there was a few of them that seemed to spite everything that wasn’t like them, everything they didn’t like, and everything that wasn’t theirs. Sonic knows that, he’s been fighting that enough time to be named a protector.

All things considered, to him the world still meant kindness, endless opportunities, adventure… and it meant freedom.

Then it meant something else.

Between all his fighting and running, he met and befriended a lot of the ones that called him a hero before he could even process the title, some of them energetic, some hotheaded, and some unbothered, they reminded him that even if there was despair or tragedy, the world he knew and loved was still there.

At least it was there to him.

Getting to know all the world meant getting almost as much deception and anger as happiness, every new place meant new sceneries, new ways, and new people, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if it meant taking all the damage himself, getting to know everything personally was better than blindly trusting anything he was told, he knew it was worth it; he confirmed it when he went through one of the worst parts to find the absolute best one.

The place wasn’t even bad looking, the nature growing harmoniously beside the artificial work, it gave a peaceful kind of vibe, the people seemed kind and respectful, kids playing and chasing each other while adults looked out for them from afar, even welcoming him with open arms not caring if he was a stranger, “a united and caring community”, no sight of conflict or cruelty came to view, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them. Only kind words and even warm chilli dogs greeted him. He thought this was the kind of place he would fight for.

That thought lasted less than an hour.

It really doesn’t take much longer than 10 minutes to completely change your perspective of a so called perfect community when after thirty minutes of an apparent peaceful environment you notice the sick looking child they suddenly chase down the woods so he doesn’t “steal their food and gives them bad fortune”. Sonic gives them a full minute of doubt, doubt to himself as what he’s hearing and seeing, because that can’t be right, because it must be a mistake. What reason could there be for a kid to “give bad luck”? Why would a kid need to “steal” food? And why would he be called a “curse”?

Some villager takes a long four minutes to explain the reason for all that, falling down to “that mutant was born with two tails”.

Sonic spends the next five minutes looking for the kid, and restraining himself from committing several crimes.

He had to focus, ending a full village’s whole career can wait, what cannot wait is the fox kit that just ran away from a group of kids leaving a trail of blood behind him. Even in the thick forest tundra it’s easy to see the big droplets of blood on the tree branches, the ground, and the tiny bush that kept trembling.

That’s where he found him.

A fox kit, didn’t looked any older than two, but by what he heard he could even be four. He looked way too tiny to be around four.

Big baby blue eyes greet him, a glassy sight, sorrow, confusion and sadness behind them.

The moment the fox noticed the speedster he tried to run, but the bush was too thick around him, and his back was facing a big tree log, he was trapped, the kid flinched every time he moved towards him, whined whenever Sonic rose to stand, and even started silently tearing up while curling around his tiny bruised body when he tried to reach for him. This kid thought Sonic wanted to hurt him.

How much does a kid has to suffer for his first reaction to some one approaching him being to cry, tremble and try to protect themselves?

Sonic can’t decide what enrages him more, the matted brown fur that surely must mean a long time without proper care for it, the bruised skinny body that trembled every few seconds as if it couldn’t stand by itself, the obviously recent bleeding nose that made the fox kit whimper every time he breathed, or the so clear loud sound of an empty stomach.

This was the result of long period of abuse and neglect, and by the way the kid hugged his twin tails while crying, Sonic would even call it torture.

Sonic couldn’t help him without getting close to him, but the kit wouldn’t let him near him without flinching. Putting the kid through more distress was not an option, but leaving him alone wasn’t one either, and the kid needed help, so he stayed. Sitting beside the trembling bush, taking watch in case some of those hollow hearted villagers came back while thinking of a way of helping the kid.

This is not the kind of help Sonic is used to offer, but he cannot just leave the kit alone. Even if he didn’t know anything about taking care of younger kids, even if his first aid kit was almost empty in his plane far away from him, even if the fox cried at the very sight of him, Sonic won’t leave him alone.

He doesn’t remember feeling like this before. Frustrating, he remembers some adults calling it, a feeling of helplessness, anger, and even sadness that consumes one self through the impossibility of effective action, in his case, the impossibility of helping.

And so he found himself, frustrated, sitting on the forest ground while rubbing his eyes with his hand, who knew, frustration is stressful; he kept at that for a few long minutes, until he felt a slight touch in his back. Finding those big blue eyes when he turned his head, a tiny gloveless paw patting him gently, careful with his quills but yet touching them, trying to comfort him.

This kid could barely stand, was obviously scared, at the verge of tears, and hurting from the beating the other kids gave him; and he was trying to make Sonic feel better.

It was clear now, they didn’t seemed to have any hate in them because they put all the cruelty and hatred in a kid, an innocent, tiny, and so kind hearted kid. The same village that greeted Sonic with kind words and offered him warm food was willing to let a literal toddler starve, if he wasn’t killed by the village’s youngest inhabitants first. All over something that wasn’t even bad, it wasn’t even his fault.

That won’t do.

Looking less distressed than before but still trembling wasn’t an ideal state to approach the twin tailed kit, but again, the kid needed help, the most urgent now being probably first aid, but Sonic sadly knew that the thing that would calm down the kid more would be something to eat.

Sonic offered him a smile, an attempt to soothe him, standing as slowly as he could not to scare the kid, and running as fast as his legs allowed him to return with four chili dogs was the game plan, managing to startle the kid a little bit with his rushed return, with the most difficult part of the plan being convincing the kid that the food was for him, that he could eat, that it wouldn’t hurt him, that Sonic wouldn’t hurt him.

Words might be useful to communicate that, but they just might, this kid was obviously casted away from society, who knew since when, he might not even understand him, well, if he used words that is, for now he hopes his smile would do (that and him eating a chili dog himself so the kit would know it’s safe).

It took a while, but it seemed like the fox’s empty stomach finally convinced him to eat, his hands trembling as he grabbed the supper, eyes getting a different kind of teary as he took his first bite, his twin tails wagging as he devoured his second chili dog.

Sonic wasn’t much of a baby person, sure they were cute and all he didn’t saw the big deal, all babies were the same. But seeing this little kid, a hurt toddler, starting to smile and wet his eyes over something as simple as warm food.. while a part of him was burning with rage, another part of him couldn’t help but think that he wanted to see this kid truly smile.

He wonders how could anyone see this kid with anything but love.

So he stayed around him, always with a smile, but even bandages, chili dogs, and big smiles couldn’t help much with the kids perspective of the word, much less the perception of himself.

The only world the fox knew before Sonic was a merciless one, rejection, hate and cruelty being its main traits, with bad people who would hunt him down, hit him and hurt him because he was the bad one, just for existing in the same time and place as all of them, but not being the same as them. He believed he really was the bad one for some time.

Sonic wouldn’t allow that for any longer, so he took the best part of the world with him and never planned to return it.

His life wasn’t the ideal deal for a toddler, he couldn’t give him a traditional family structure, a roof over his head, or a warm bed, but he also didn’t trusted anyone else to take care of him, he didn’t trusted the world to take care of him. So he would take the job himself, this kid wouldn’t go a day without warm food, he would never lack shelter, and as long as Sonic was around, he would always protect him.

But Sonic still was a hero.

Sonic fought and ran, ran and fought, and when the running and fighting from him alone seemed like not enough, the kit didn’t even doubted risking his own life to help him.

After a life of suffering, as little and scared as he was, at barely four years old, he still wanted to protect the world that wronged him.

The world doesn’t deserve this kid.

But it was the world itself that gave Sonic the title of protector, guardian, and hero; he knows there are things worth fighting for, far more than the things that wouldn’t deserve any kind of protection.

He won’t deny the title, ever.

Because even if some day everything around him comes down, everyone gets mad and bad, and his own hope is questioned, he’ll still have a reason to fight.

After all, this kid is his world.

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wsatw #sth #he loves this kid #kinda based on thatbirdguy s tails ratify au #tailsratifyau #can still be read as the regular canon #tried to make it ambiguous enough but still put some references in there #their art so good u gotta see it #the bros #and remember they are each other’s world #baby miles tails prower #baby tails #they are brothers your honor

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0vergrowngraveyard · 2 months

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“Y’know keed, I think you could reach the stars one day.”

The look Tails gave him made him chuckle. Big blue eyes stared at him with confusion and his head tilted to the side.

“What?” He asked.

“I said ‘I think you could reach the stars one day’.” He repeated, chuckling again at the bland look the kit shot him. Even at just four years old, he had a nasty stink eye.

“S’not what I meant.” Tails hopped off the branch he was sitting on and made his way over to where Sonic was laying in the grass. He sat down next to him and looked up at the beautiful night sky. “I mean what do you mean? That's way too high up! I can’t fly that far!”

Sonic held up a finger, “Not yet, maybe, but someday you’ll be able to!” He tucked the hand behind his hand again as a makeshift pillow,

The kit furrowed his brows as he continued to look at the sky, thinking about what Sonic had just said, until he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

Sonic looked up at the kit next to him. His big ears had lowered against the back of his head as he looked longingly at the sky.

With a sigh, Sonic opened his arm, a silent invitation for the kit to lay next to him. Tails quickly snuggled up next to him, his namesakes draping across him.

“Well, kiddo,” Sonic started, squeezing the kit closer to him, “You could do anything you put that big brain of yours to so yeah, I think you could do it”

The fox didn’t respond right away so Sonic turned his gaze back to the stars above. He almost thought that the kit had fallen asleep until he tensed up next to him.

“But it would be lonely up there…and I don’t want to be lonely…” His words tugged on the young speedster’s heartstrings. The kid had been alone for a while, maybe even longer than he assumed. In a way, they could relate to each other in that way. It’s not like Sonic had parents waiting for him somewhere, the only family he ever needed was laying next to him, cuddled up against his side.

Sonic wouldn’t let Tails be alone, not anymore.

“Then I’ll just have to go up there with you!” He said, giving the kit another squeeze.

Wide blue eyes turned towards him like he didn’t expect that answer. “Really?”

Sonic chuckled, “Absolutely! Always wanted to see what it looked like up there! And what better way to check it out than with my little buddy!”

Tails looked at him, considering his words for a bit before he smiled and nuzzled into his chest. “If you’re going too, then I’ll try my best.”

Sonic looked down at him to the best of his ability. “Yeah?”

Tails let out a big, squeaky yawn. “mhm…”

A fond smile spread across his muzzle as he looked at the stars, holding his baby brother close to him as the kit drifted off to sleep.

“I’m looking forward to it, lil’ buddy.”

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This wasn’t the most ideal situation to be in.

The hedgehog sat alone, surrounded by the rubble of an exploded Eggman base.

He wasn’t sure why it exploded. It was a little dramatic, and not to mention totally rude, of the doctor to blow up his own base while he and Tails were inside. All they wanted was to delete a few files and completely trash the place!

Sonic was worried about his brother, they had been separated during the countdown and he had no clue where the kid was.

He would be turning this place inside out looking for him if it wasn’t for the world spinning due to a head injury and his leg being broken.

Oh, and the metal rod stabbed through his side, causing him to quickly bleed out.

Yeah, it was far from ideal.

But it would be better once he knew his kid was safe and judging from the vitals visible on his communicator, it seemed like he was fine.

He just hoped he’d be able to see him before-

“SONIC!” A young voice called out. “SONIC! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

A smile quirked up in his muzzle. Looks like dying wishes do come true.

“I’m…I’m over here, bud!” He called back. He cringed at how weak his voice sounded.

The sound of the fox moving debris around and making his way towards him filled the area until he watched the kit duck under something as he finally came into view.

A horrified gasp came from him as he looked at the hedgehog who was sitting in a small pool of his own blood.

“Hey, buddy…fancy seeing you here.” He coughed out.

“Sonic!” Tails was at his side in an instant. His breathing rapidly increased as he looked over his big brother, not knowing what to do. “D-don’t worry! I’ll get you out- I’ll get you out of here! I promise! Just hang on”

“Tails.”

The kit brought up his communicator and seemingly sent out a quick distress signal to anyone who would see it. “It’s okay- it’s gonna be okay. Let me…I- I can…“ Tears started forming in the kit’s eyes as he struggled with his words, the gravity of the situation crushing him.

“Tails.”

His little brother looked at him and oh how Sonic wanted to get rid of that expression on his face. He didn’t want those tears to be there at all.

“I’m so, so proud of you, bud.” Sonic smiled at him, “I…I didn't tell you that enough….”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Tails yelled, tears pouring down his cheek, “You’re gonna be okay! I- I promise! I’m gonna fix this! I- I swear—!“

His breath hitched as the hedgehog’s trembling hand weakly cupped his cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. Tails held the hand closer, eyes squeezed shut as he nuzzled against it as he whimpered.

“Hey.”

Tails opened his eyes and for a precious second, all Sonic could do was stare into them.

Next to yellow, Sonic’s favorite color was blue. Not because he was blue (at least that wasn’t the entire reason, only part of it), but because whenever he looked next to him, aside from yellow, that’s the color he saw the most.

Those big baby blue eyes of his little brother. He watched them go from dull, hopeless, and terrified to bright with trust and wonder. He would do anything to keep those eyes shining.

Though, they were shiny with tears now, which made Sonic sad. He didn’t want the kit to be upset, he didn’t deserve it. His kid deserved nothing but joy and the best the world had to offer.

“This isn’t on you to fix, lil’ buddy. Please—“ He took in a shaky breath, “p-please don’t blame yourself for this…”

Tails just cries into his hand, tears mixing with his brother’s blood. He chokes out apology after apology. Sonic doesn’t understand why he’s apologizing, he didn’t do anything wrong. The kit could never do anything wrong in Sonic’s eyes. Call him biased or accuse him of having tunnel vision all you want, he could never get mad at Tails.

Especially not for this, not for something that wasn’t even his fault.

“Bud, can I ask you a favor?”

Tails’ nods his head violently, face still nestled in his brother’s hand. “Mhm!”

It took a moment to find his voice.

“I-I want you to explore the world for me…”

He knew it was kind of an odd request to be coming from someone like himself, someone who traveled the world almost daily, but he had his reasons.

It was his way of telling the kit not to shut down when he goes. Not to hide from the world, but to continue to embrace and protect it.

To keep living in it.

Tails pauses as he slowly looks at the hedgehog, confusion etched on his face. “B-but…but you’ve-“

“I know…” Sonic weakly chuckles, “I’ve seen all over Mobius more times than I can count.”

“Th-then why-?”

“Because you haven’t, lil’ bro.” Sonic interrupts him, “I want you to see it all too.”

Sonic fights down a cough before he continues, “So can ya do that for me, bud? Go see the world?”

Continue to live. If not for yourself, then for both of us.

Tails once again nodded, pressing against his hand again, “Yes! I promise! I promise I’ll see everything! The tallest mountain, deepest cave, I’ll be there! I’ll be there…!”

Sonic smiled.

Good

He let out a sob, “But…but I want you to be there with me! I want to see it all t-together…”

The hedgehog let out a chuckle that almost sounded painful, “I’ll be there bud, always…just not, y’know, physically.” He coughed, “But you’ll n’ver be al’ne. I’ll ‘lways be right by ‘ur side.”

More tears fell down Tails’ cheek as his words started slurring. Looks like his time was almost up.

His smile wavered a bit. He wanted nothing more in life than to see what his little brother would accomplish in life. He wanted to stand there with him, to be his shadow for once, to watch the kit shine his light that’s been covered for so long.

It hurt knowing he wouldn’t get to see it. It hurt so much more than the metal rod sticking out of his side. It hurt more than the head or leg injuries he sustained. It hurt more than any little cut or bruise he had on his battered body.

But hey. It’s the thought that counts, right? He sure hopes so.

Chaos, he’s so cold. He didn’t even realize it until now. Someone should turn up the heater in this place or something.

There's only one part of his body that feels warm: the hand his brother is holding.

Tails was always so warm. He was lucky he had such thick and fluffy fur. Sure, it sucked in the summer when he would shed and overheat, but it was nice every other season. He loved his brother’s fur, his namesakes, his big ears and, Chaos, he really did love everything about him.

His kid really was amazing.

He silently beckoned Tails to cuddle up against his side, just like he’d do when the kid was having a nightmare.

If only this could just be a nightmare. Just a horrible, horrible nightmare.

The fox seemed to understand that his brother was freezing and he quickly curled up against his side. His namesakes draped across his lap and curled around him and he hugged Sonic, burying his face into the crook of his neck. He could feel his short fur getting soaked with tears but he didn’t care. He never cared about something like that.

He let his head settle on top of the kit and he closed his eyes. He was warm and cuddled up with his baby brother.

He couldn’t think of a more perfect way for him to go.

So with one last, and long overdue, “I love you” (the pained cry that came from the kit broke his heart), he let himself fade.

He couldn’t wait to watch Tails reach the stars from above.

#i did manage to finish it!#it’s a little rushed in a few spots but ignore that #blue boy angst is all that matters #anyway i sure do love parallels #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #unbreakable bond #the brothers ever #fic

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sinfullyrosey · 1 year

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A Threesome with Cyno and Tighnari Be Like:

Tighnari is sandwiched between you and Cyno, his dick pumping into your tight, warm hole, while Cyno’s dick is pumping into Tighnari. You’re facing Tighnari on his lap, playing with and massaging his ears to add to his overall pleasure, while Cyno is holding onto the base of the fennec fox’s tail, occasionally tugging on it to elicit a reaction out of him. It’s clear from his panting and jumbled speech that your partner is enjoying himself between you two.

And while you stare into Tighnari’s bliss-filled eyes, face flush and lost in the euphoria of the situation, you suddenly get an idea.

A terrible idea.

You grin and let out a chuckle, turning your attention to the Mahamatra who was focused solely on the task at hand. Said task being getting both him and Tighnari off. Your grin widened as the idea swirling in that mischievous, little head of yours.

“Hey, Cyno.”

Ruby red eyes met yours, pupils dilated with lust. He doesn’t say anything, but you know you have his attention, even though he’s still thrusting into your partner.

“Tighnari’s part fox, right?”

The male looked a bit confused at your question, as if wondering how you could not know this after being with them this long. You could feel Tighnari’s ear twitch in your hand, a clear sign of shared confusion and mild irritation. But despite the odd inquiry, Cyno still nodded his head at you, waiting ever so patiently to see where this was leading.

Your grin widened even more before you playfully said:

“Ah, no way, you got to be kit-in-me.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the bewildered expression on the man’s face, eyes blinking owlishly at you. Tighnari, on the other hand, had stiffened up the moment you uttered the terrible joke, both ears twitching in agitation.

Yet, you continued.

“You see, I said “kit-in-me” instead of “kidding me.” Because a baby fox is called a kit, and Tighnari is part fox. And he currently has his dick in my pussy, which could lead to pregnancy, thus leading to a kit in me. Get it? It’s funny ‘cause I made a pun on the word kit and kidding.”

At your explanation, your partner’s eye lit up in realization, a small smile twitching at the corners. He pressed his face into the other’s back, a few muffled chuckles escaping. At this, you started to laugh whole heartedly, making Cyno’s own laughs increase, even with his face still shoved into Tighnari’s shoulder.

While you two chuckleheads were laughing it up, Tighnari was left stuck between you two in seething irritation. His tail now flicking in annoyance, ears flattened back, and eyes glaring off into space. The whole atmosphere had been shifted and neither you nor Cyno were railing him anymore, but instead, were laughing at his expense.

But it’s okay, Tighnari thought, you and Cyno can continue laughing it up on the couch tonight, both blueballed.

Basically:

#Genshin Impact #Genshin Impact Smut #Tighnari Smut #Tighnari X Reader #Cyno Smut #Cyno X Reader #Tighnari X Reader X Cyno #Cyno X Reader X Tighnari #Fem!Reader #This isn't some of my best work #I struggled to properly set up the scene and honestly should have probably simplified it more than I already did #The whole point was just that Cyno and Y/N torment Tighnari with bad humor #even in the bedroom he is not safe

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jackie5656 · 1 year

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Compromise With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: An anon requested angst, and who would I be not to deliver? This one took a while, apologies for the wait. Thank you so much for all the recent love, it means so much. I hope you enjoy.

TW: Descriptions of injury, arguing, suicidal ideation(?), Lockwood being a self-absorbed prick :)

Summary: The one where you and Anthony are at odds, and there seems to be little room for reconciliation.

Taglist: @sunshineangel-reads @fox-bee926 @helpmelmao @galactidiot @soupsaurus @nekee-lilac02 (Tagged ppl who seemed to like my last story, lmk if you want to be removed <3)

Lockwood isn’t accustomed to your anger.

Well...That’s not entirely true. You have a bit of a short fuse, sometimes. Accustomed to your occasional irritance, sure. He fancies teasing you, pushing your buttons for the sake of admiring the way your nose scrunches up, how you huff that ever-stubborn strand of hair from your vision.

This, though. Whatever this is, it’s different. You’re practically seething as you search around the lamp-lit kitchen. Booming thunder and relentless London rain the only noise accompanying your movement. That and the boot shackled around your left foot, which thumps pitifully as you rummage the first aid kit. He feels like a disobedient child sat in the headmistress’ office. Ragged hair still damp from the rain after a grueling mission. One that’s left a nasty gash across his forearm, having been forced into a picture frame in the midst of fighting a vengeful type two.

George and Lucy had long gone off to bed. A brisk debrief over a final cup of tea before slugging off to their respective bedrooms. Luckily, your bastard of a boyfriend had suffered the only injury. You’d missed all the action considering your current state, though that hadn’t ceased the fierce beating of your heart as you slumped into the seat in front him. Drawing the oil lamp nearer for better light as you motion for his arm. He obeys immediately, silently, face pulled with the kind of tension only present when he’s really worried.

Good. You honestly hope he’s terrified. Serves him right. Your tense mood is not only due to his ailment, but the lingering frustration from your argument earlier in the evening.

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“Absolutely not. You’re not coming along on any missions ‘til that boot is off.”

“Anthony, I’ll be alright. I’ve been getting around the house just fine so far!” “You shouldn’t even be on it as much as have been.” He’s got the audacity to scoff, almost amused. “More stress will only make the healing process longer.” You cross your arms, looking toward your bag-clad friends for support.

“We should check on the cab.” Lucy offers a tight-lipped smile as George nods, ushering her out the front door before you can direct your anger toward them.

“You said yourself this case is going to be especially touch sensitive. That the client reported how evasive the problem was. Sight and sound won’t be as useful.”

“Precisely. Perfect that George is coming along, yes?” Your eyes narrow at his condescension, you’d grown tired of his babying ever since your incident two cases ago. It felt like ages since you’d been in the field.

“George will be too preoccupied with all the evidence! I won’t even go further than a few feet from the threshold. Just let me get a feel of things so I can-”

“I said no, y/n. It’s final.”

“Says who?”

“Says the leader of this company.” You choke a laugh, tossing your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“Right, yes. The one who makes all the calls?”

“Sounds about right.” His brown eyes narrow in challenge, frustrated you’re failing to understand he’s only trying to keep you safe.

“Same one who made the call we go into the Hope residence without well-rounded research? The case we rushed into without enough information and it ended with me on house arrest?” It’s a low blow, undoubtedly. A twinge of wounded guilt flashes across his face before the venom seeps back in. Lump in his throat burning horribly before he swallows it to dissipation.

“Same one who knows if things go South this time ‘round you’ll only slow us down.” Your stomach twists with the distaste in his tone, vision blurring with tears as he turns toward the door. Jumping as it slams shut and takes him with it.

********

“Won’t need stitches.” You note simply, surveying the wound gently. He nods, shoulders straightening in preparation for the oncoming pain. “Still some glass debris, I’ll have to take it out.” He’s lucky, from what it looks like the gash could have been much worse.

“I can manage it just fine on my own.” You bite your tongue. In the year’s biggest plot twist, Anthony Lockwood insists on suffering alone in lieu of his own pride.

“You can’t. You’re not risking any more damage to the arm that wields your rapier. Just let me.” He doesn’t listen, of course. Pinching the tweezers in his grasp and looming forward to get a better look. Dizzying at the sight, he’s not strong enough to prohibit you from taking them back. Pushing at his shoulder so he’ll relax against the chair.

It’s not your typical bedside manner. Usually when injuries happen its gentle touches and muttered sorries or other affections. Soft and kind.

The intruding thought pulls Lockwood’s frown deeper. The throbbing in his arm practically minuscule to the war zone in his mind. It’s awful...He misses you and yet you’re a mere foot away.

His fist clenches as the tweezers near his skin once more, hand taking hold of your wist to cease the uncontrollably trembling of your appendage.

“Love-”

“Shush, I can do it.” You take a deep breath. Wordlessly combatting your conflicting emotions with slow, calculated inhales. You’re an agent. You’ve trained for this. Though the textbooks help little with the patching up tactics when it’s someone you love, when you’re at such odds.

You approach again, steady this time. He sucks his teeth at the particularly intricate extractions, but remains still for you. You move with as much efficiency as possible. Trying to remove the person from the wound, just as the books suggest. Though it’s nearing impossible with his eyes trained on you. Trying to steal every thought from your mind as if they’re his own.

When you’re applying sterile gauze after thorough disinfection, he finds the courage to speak.

“Thank you.” He clears his throat after it falters...From emotion or lack of use, you aren’t sure. Doesn’t matter, honestly. You’re still keen on grilling him.

“George said you followed it up the stairs without telling him and Luce.”

“I was in a hurry. Wouldn’t have found its’ source in time if I hadn't.” You don't event try to conceal the roll of your eyes. Anger sinking back in as you collect the wrappers on the table and toss them into the bin.

“So you’re allowed to be reckless on the job as long as nobody else is?”

“Reckless. I’d argue, is an exaggeration.”

“Exaggeration? Christ, you’re impossible.”

“Yeah?” He stands as you do, holding his wounded arm to his stomach as he leans against the counter. “How’s that?”

“You’re fine with breaking protocol so long as you’re the one doing it. Putting yourself at risk any chance you get without a second thought. It’s maddening!”

“And how do you suppose you got yourself in that boot?”

“Not by beckoning death! Mine was an accident, Anthony. I swear, sometimes it’s like you want to get yourself killed!”

“You don’t-”

“No! I’m not finished.” You step toward him, jabbing a finger into his chest to accentuate your wrath. “You have people depending on you. People that care about you, love you to bits. And you’d rather spend the better half of missions taunting death than preventing it. If you wanted to be so fucking careless, you shouldn’t have made me fall in love with you. Now here we are, both vexed and in varying casts because of you can’t seem to understand the sanctity of your own life.”

He knew that much had been true. Lockwood would risk just about anything in a case so long as it granted him victory. Hadn’t that been in the fine print, though? Guaranteed in this line of work? So long as you were granted this talent, this curse, you had a responsibility to utilize it to the best of its ability.

“Sweetheart.” It’s strained, nearly a beg with the amount of exhaustion ridden in his tone. “We can continue this tomorrow. Let’s go to bed, please.”

“I can’t,” his knuckles go white with their grip on the cold countertop as you hurriedly wipe at your eyes. “I can’t go to bed angry with you.”

“Then don’t.” He takes one, two careful strides toward you. Fingers pinching at your elbow in an attempt to satisfy the burning need to hold you. “Let’s forgive each other for the next seven hours. Then you can go on hating me, okay?” You huff a laugh, forehead instinctively pressing to his chest. He bathes in it as long as you’ll allow, pulling back seconds later and headed toward your room with him in tow.

********

Anthony’s eyes follow your frame as you approach the stove. Taking the cup of tea he’s prepared for you and taking your usual seat between him and George. He pushes your chair out with his foot to allow you easier access, nudging a plate of buttered toast your way. It’s not an apology, not even an olive branch. Lockwood simply refuses to cease these small acts of service no matter how angry you are with one another. It’s practically instinctual at this point, second nature. His brows furrow when you let out a relieved exhale once sat. Joining along your accomplices’ conversation about your ongoing case he’s drowned out momentarily in order to observe you.

“It hurts, doesn't it,” he unknowingly interrupts George’s spiel, “your foot.”

“Only a bit. Just this morning.” It’s a meek defense. An evident dismissal so as not to prove his bench-warming call the right one.

“You’ve been on it too much.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“You’re not. And if you had just listened-”

“Are we really starting this up again, right here?” Your eyes bore daggers into his frame. Doing your best to conceal your rage in leui of your dear bystanders beside you. Theres a few beats of silence, a moment of peace before the sorry fuck plates the nail in the coffin.

“George, any word of upcoming cases? The sooner we leave for the day, the better.” Your chair scrapes against the hardwood as soon as he’s finished, silverware trembling as you force yourself upward.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” It’s practically a whisper, ridden with rage and overwhelming upset. His brown eyes meet yours, cold and distant. Completely unfamiliar.

“So you like to think.” He quips, eyes following your form as you exit the kitchen twice as quick as you came in. There’s silence again, impossibly more awkward than before.

“Dick move, Lockwood.”

“Stay out of it, Luce.”

“She’s right. Real dickish move there.”

“George-”

“Right. Staying out of it.”

*******

Lockwood prides himself for a lot of things. Communication, definitively, has never been one of them.

How’s he supposed to explain it’s easier to put himself in front of the all the danger you face? That the rest of you need each other much more than you need him.

That he’d rather die than lose someone again.

He’s quiet as he creeps in, the usual love-lorn quip forgotten as he enters your shared bedroom. You’d been laying in bed, had been since breakfast. You weren’t usually one to sulk, but you were still in pain and definitely still angry. At your boyfriend, this damned boot, the world.

“Word is your boyfriend’s been a right prick, lately. I’m hoping this can be my opportunity to stake my claim. If you’re cutting him out, that is.” He’s kneeling at the bedside, chin pressing into his forearms as he supports his head. You can feel his heat from here, hate how it weakens your cold resolve. His fingertip traces the skin on your back where your shirts ridden up, a ghost of a small passing his lips when you shudder. You’re pulling up the duvet, ceasing his touch while a trace of you wishes it hadn’t.

You can’t see any hint of amusement leave his features. The dim of his eyes and the stutter of his heart. He swallows, subconsciously shuffling nearer. The need to be close growing tenfold.

“Lovely, will you look at me?” Lockwood can’t help but cringe at how desperate it sounds. Whispered, rushed, fragile. Every indication he cares much more than he’s used to.

He almost wishes he had’t asked. Dread consuming him when you turn to face him, tear stained cheeks and blotchy eyes. Lashes stuck together with moisture, blinking slow and strained. “Darling.” Is all he can manage, wounded and hushed. It makes you want to cry even more.

“Why can’t you see I’m worried about you?” You croak out, voice strained and scratchy. His knuckles brush the moisture from under your eyes, brows furrowed with an expression you can’t quite read.

“I do.” He wets his lips, “I see that.” An implication of I see you and I’m sorry. He’s never been good at apologies, but this time you need one. You need something, anything more than the breadcrumbs he drops. The urge to invite him in plagues your mind, broken expression tugging at your heart strings. You know better than to brush this one off, it’ll only have the same conflict arising again and lead to resentment. The realization reforms the burning lump in your throat, vision blurring with fresh tears.

“I just-we need space.” Don’t we? Lockwood rears back, mustering up resolve he doesn’t have. You don’t mean indefinitely, you don’t mean a breakup, he knows that. Doesn’t make the words burn any less.

“Okay, fine then.” If that’s what you really want.

He’s grabbing the dog-eared magazine at your bedside before you can say anything else. He hesitates at the door knob, begging to force himself to turn around and plead. Anthony Lockwood’s ego is somewhere near the sun, but its no match for how he feels about you.

*******

You know when you suddenly become conscious of blinking? And it starts to feel a little odd, manual instead of automatic? You can almost forget what it was like to not have to consciously do it...

Breathing is kind of like that too

At least, that’s what Lockwood thinks when he’s sure he’s suffocating.

His heart thrums so roughly against his chest he’s sure it’ll burst. He wonders who’d find him, huddled in the corner of the library. Cold and lifeless. He must be trembling, it feels as though the whole ground is vibrating, or-sinking. Swallowing him entirely.

Then there was the pounding. His head, yes. There’s a dull throbbing at the base of his skull. But this is different. A rhythmic thumping approaching. Closing in on him, eager to push him into the sinking floor to meet his imminent demise.

You’re in the kitchen. Leaning over the sink, eyes trained on the tap filling up your glass. The bed feels empty without him. And sure, you’d probably sent a clear ‘fuck off to the couch’ message with your latest conversation...But it hadn’t made falling asleep without him any easier.

You’re taking a deep breath in, preparing for a right pitiful sigh when you hear it. Some sort of squeaking. Your head cocks to the side, discarding the glass in search of its origin. Surely one of the sources wasn’t acting up, that’d be right terrifying when you’re alone. It leads you toward the study, louder and more frequent as you draw closer.

It’s when you cross the threshold do you see him. Tall frame curled into the corner as hiccuped gasps rack his frame.

He scoots impossibly closer to the wall as you approach. Dropping to your knees and lifting his face to study him. A foreign sheen of panic clouds over his eyes, sending your stomach turning.

“Anthony, it’s me. I’m here, I’m right here.”

You’ve coached him through as many panic attacks as he’s allowed throughout the years. The first time, in academy, you were sure he was choking. A plate of biscuits strewn over the floor as he gasped for breath.

They’re unpredictable, no matter how many times you’ve handled them. He needs something different almost every time to snap him out of it. Though it’s mostly physical touch.

“C-cant breathe.” Your boot thumps as you draw closer, eliciting another wince from him. Clutching into the fabric of his shirt as if trying to pull it free. You undo his tie and the first couple buttons, grabbing at the sides of his face in a desperate attempt to get him to focus on you.

“Anthony please, listen to me. I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it you just push at me, alright?” A curt, gasping nod in understanding before you’re enveloping him in an embrace. Squeezing so tight you can feel his panicked heart thrumming against your chest. It makes you want to cry and scream and hold him even tighter. Willing his pain away with all of your might.

It’s not working this time ‘round. He can’t seem to collect himself despite your efforts. You pull away, fearing your persistence will only send him further spiraling. But he’s tugging you to him again. Arms tight around your waist as he buries himself into your neck.

“Dont. D-don’t go. Don’t leave.” The usual cool and collected tone is manipulated to something unrecognizable. Rasped and unsure.

It’s then you remember the look in his eyes when you’d dismissed him. The abandonment he’s feared his entire life. The little boy who forced himself to stay awake all those lonely nights, just in case he heard the lock turn and the front door open to bring them home. His adamant refusal to ignore your connection for years in lieu of protecting his broken heart.

“Hey, look at me.” You’re pulling him back by the sides of his hide, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Lockwood, I’m not going anywhere. Doesn’t matter how angry I am,” you wince when he hiccups a sob. “Doesn’t matter how much you try to push me away.” He shakes his head, something short of a disbelieving chuckle passing his trembling lips. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here. With you, always. You understand?” He manages to nod, an inkling of solace flashing across his form.

“Just breathe, Anthony. In…and hold…and out”

Your words sound a mantra in his mind. Your scent flooding his senses, skin on his bringing him back to reality. A morsel of relief prodding its way in as you caress the sides of his face and up into his hair.

“I’m sorry.” He swallows, focusing on formulating the words. “I know I haven’t said it. Never say it enough.” Shaky arms wrap tighter around your waist, keeping you close. Afraid you’ll disappear despite your affirmations.

“Consider yourself forgiven.” You bite back a smile when the tension unknowingly spills out of his body. Frame drooping with undoubted relief at the simple words. “I love you. Even when you’re a right prick.”

“I know.” He pulls you so you’re between his legs. Your back against his bent appendage and your own pair over his other outstretched one. Right side of your body pressing against his chest. You try to push away, unable to fight his affections off despite his weakened state.

“See? Right prick, you are.”

“Shush. You know bloody well I love you.” He presses a kiss to your temple, smoothing over your hair and gaging your reaction. Still catching his breath from before. “I know I don’t say that enough either.” He’s quiet then, brown eyes looking to yours with such sincerity your breath catches in your throat. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“That’s sort of what I’m afraid of, if you don’t recall.” You’re both solemn then. Your fingers intertwining with his in a familiar dance. He can only hum, swallowing thickly.

“What if,” his eyes rake your frame. Studying you again. “What if you came along the next assignment?” You light up at that, searching his features for jest.

“Really?”

“Just outside. Making sure we’re all alright. And I don’t go off getting myself killed.”

“But-”

“Dove.” The nobility in his tone finds him again. A subtle warning. “This is me. Anthony Lockwood, attempting a compromise.” You bite back an abashed smile at his raised brows, urging surrender.

“Noted.” You fiddle with the cool, silver ring adorning his index finger. “I get to select the case, then.”

“Alright.”

“And I get to intervene if things go South.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Figured that was ambitious.”

#lockwood x reader #lockwood and lucy #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood gifs #lockwood netflix #anthony bloody lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood imagine #lockwood fanfic #lockwood fic #lockwood x you

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aftoonfamily · 3 months

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Fnaf Cats Allegiances

That was something in warrior cats right??? Anyway this is just all the characters I have so far and a little about them just cause it’s easier to understand them once you know who is what.

Also this is basically a replacement post from the one earlier that just had a few things dumped in it. This is not all of them I still have a few I wanna draw but yeah

Warnings for general death, violence, child abuse ig if you wanna call it that, and cannibalism

Springtrap (William) was the leader of whatever Clan this is idk. Just a general Clan ig. As a Deputy, he killed their previous leader (I call them Fallenstar cause they are unimportant and just here to die) and went on to become leader of his Clan. Except StarClan knew exactly what he had done and denied him lives. So he went back to the Clan, claimed StarClan denied him leadership, but he was still loyal to his Clan and took the leadership position without the change. Springtrap didn’t really accept that he was not given the nine lives he believed he deserved and so he took them from kits, eating the evidence and claiming each one was killed by the same foxes that killed his own kits.

Hairybelly (Henry) was Springtrap’s deputy. They grew up in a time in the Clan where there wasn’t many kits being born, so they bonded as the youngest few cats for a long while. From then on, they continued to be close friends into adulthood and when they both became fathers. Many of his kits died just after they were born from a number of issues, but two survived. We all already know Springtrap kills Charkit, leaving him just one kit (Sunnykit is his name) that he was fiercely protective of. And when many kits started disappearing, he was so distracted trying to keep his remaining kit safe that he almost didn’t see the connection Springtrap had with all the deaths.

Foxbite (Mike) was originally a warrior apprentice, but on a stupid bet with his denmates, he led his younger brother Cryingkit out of the camp and daring him to go into an abandoned fox den. When Cryingkit ofc refused, he grabbed him by his little baby scruff and threw him inside. It wasn’t as abandoned as originally thought and a fox easily killed the little guy and gobbled him up. After that, Foxpaw couldn’t stomach seeing all that blood and gore again so he was forcibly given a different job that also handled blood and gore. Springtrap had given him the awful name Foxbite as a mockery and then later, when the Clan was starting to get suspicious about all the kittens disappearing, he placed the blame on Foxbite and exiled him.

Charkit, Cryingkit, and Lilykit are the first victims of Springtrap’s gross cannibalism mess. Charkit was murdered first out of jealousy and cursed to be a wondering soul, but then after Springtrap was denied by StarClan his nine lives, he figured out a way to get the lives he desired using Charkit’s soul. It’s not uncommon for cats to eat their dead kittens, but it is wildly uncommon in Warrior Cats which is weird because they are feral cats so.

Anyways Cryingkit we know how he died, but he ended up becoming a “sort of” vengeful spirit to Foxbite. Really he would just haunt the poor dude with visions and dreams of blood and gore, but he was also aware of what their father was doing, so he often used those dreams to show Foxbite what will happen to other kits if he doesn’t stop Springtrap.

Lilykit (Lizzie) died the day she was supposed to become an apprentice. Well, she was littermates with Cryingkit, so technically they were both supposed to become apprentices, but he didn’t make it to the day. Lilykit had followed her father out of camp one day, seeing him leading another kit out. She didn’t see the kill itself, but she did find her father after it was done. He was covered in blood and thought she had witnessed the deed, so he had killed her to cover his tracks. Later, she was the first kit to find out how to possess other cats.

Suzie, Bearkit, Harekit, Finchkit, and Batpaw are the five missing kits. Suzie was a kittypet that her owners thought could be an outdoor cat, only for her to get killed. Bearkit and Harekit are brothers that Springtrap was able to lure out and kill. Finchkit was another he lured out and then chased until he couldn’t run anymore, deliberately injuring his back legs so he couldn’t escape. Springtrap had waited until Batpaw (Cassidy) arrived before killing him. He had offered his apprentice the kill as a symbol she was loyal and would soon be ready to take the deputy position when she is ready. She had refused, Springtrap killed Finchkit, and then hunted Batpaw down and killed her.

Jeremy is a rogue that lived in a barn with his little sister Suzie. Technically he is a kittypet, but he is a completely outdoor cat outside of a few occasions, so he’s more of a rogue than pet. He was worried for his sister when she went missing, but had no reason to believe she was dead until Foxbite and Hairybelly showed up and told him all this crazy shit about his father and the weird forest cats that always tried to fight him. He helped the two of them with shelter while they planned to kill Springtrap, but he did get into a bit of trouble himself.

Vanny is another one of Springtrap’s kits, this time a bastard child of another kittypet. She came to join the Clan to become deputy after Hairybelly left. Despite distrust from the warriors (animatronics) of the Clan, she was very competent and an overall very strong leader. After the numerous attempts to be killed by Foxbite and Hairybelly, Springtrap was blinded and heavily scarred and needed Vanny to take over most of the hard work. She continued his legacy killing kits to give him more lives even when Springtrap didn’t act like Springtrap anymore.

Thunderfoot (GR Freddy) is a decent of Hairybelly (probably from Sunnykit depending on what I want to do) and he knew there is some dark history surrounding the young kits of his Clan. There were not a lot of kits born now, lots of numbers dwindling because of it, but he didn’t understand why. When a scarred and scrappy kit arrived claiming to be a part of this Clan, he took him in, being an early “mentor” to the kit. But then, friends and family started acting strangely around the kit, and he ended up having to save the kit from getting killed by so many warriors in his own Clan. Even the deputy he once trusted was hunting him down.

Wolfstone (Roxie) is a queen of the current Clan. There’s not much use for a queen without kits, but she did have kits before. She had kits with a rogue, the first litter in moons. But one night, her deputy came into the nursery and killed several of them while she fought to protect them. She had woken to three of her kits already dead, but she grabbed her fourth and ran out of the camp to save her. She had found her mate and left the last of her kits with him before going back to her Clan, determined to reveal what had really happened to her kits and kill the one responsible. It didn’t go as well as she had hoped and she was left heavily injured and blinded. She was forced to stay a queen in the nursery as a cruel punishment for the death of her kits.

Dirtkit (Gregory) and Carrotkit (Cassie) are two displaced kits from whatever Clan this is. Dirtkit was the secret kit of another warrior and Carrotkit was the last kit of Wolfstone. Carrotkit had befriended Dirtkit after hearing stories of forest cats that she has heard her father tell her about her mother. They were both determined to go find the Clans to be reunited, but Carrotkit’s father had kept her from going with Dirtkit. It wasn’t until he came back to bring her there did she go along. But something was off about Dirtkit. He didn’t seem right.

Chickadeetooth (GR Chica) and Lizardclaw (Monty) are some of the loyal warriors to Vanny and Springtrap. Chickadeetooth is Thunderfoot’s sister and a close friend to Wolfstone (before she tries murdering kits lol) and Lizardclaw is just an average warrior that is just a little too desperate for a fight and some blood on his paws. They both get what’s coming to them.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #aftoontalks #fnaf cats au #I am not tagging all of them

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stardust-kit · 9 months

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✧ intro post ✧

kink/nsfw DNI

about me

hi! you can call me fox! i use any and all pronouns, including neos.

my main blog that i follow and like from is @logically-prone

i am a minor (over 13, under 18). i regress/dream from around baby to toddler ages, ≈0-5. i don’t have a caregiver, and i’m not looking for one at the moment. i’m okay with being called most pet names besides ones that are specifically gendered.

i don’t really identify as one specific regression community, though i don’t really like being called a little. i’m just here ‘nd tiny ♡

i’m open to chatting or infodumping through messages and asks anytime!

spam liking/reblogging is perfectly fine!

some of my favorite things when i’m small are:

space

stuffies, especially jellycat

puppies

birdies

stickers

collecting things

all kinds of music

learning new things

fall and halloween

rocks and crystals

older disney movies

my long term special interest is the series sanders sides!

i am autistic (self dx), have anxiety, ocd, and misophonia (prof. dx). i’m also physically disabled. i appreciate the use of tone tags when speaking to me. please let me know if there’s anything i can do to make my page more accessible for you!

tags and dni under the cut ▽

my tags:

fox’s den - personal posts

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kit babbles - posts when regressed

dni

please do not interact (follow, like, reblog, comment, send asks, or send messages) if:

you are racist, sexist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, or against anyone for who they are or what they believe

you are right-wing, pro trump, conservative, or anything similar

you’re anti-vax or pro life

you are a terf or are against any lgbtq+ identities, including neopronouns

you’re any variation of attracted to people who cannot consent (animals, adult attracted to minors, etc)

you promote self harm or eating disorders (recovery blogs are fine)

you are against self diagnosis/you fake claim people

you sexualize any aspect of age regression/you are abdl, ddlg, age play, etc.

(i don’t care if you’re “sfw”, i don’t want any kink associated with my coping)

your blog revolves around topics that aren’t kid friendly, like sexual topics and gore

(things like swearing and horror are okay as long as your posts don’t break any of the other rules)

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menacetomany · 1 year

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deeply tired of fandom mischaracterizing frecklewish

Disclaimer before i start this post: I do not hate frecklewish. She is my favorite character in MV alongside Maple herself. She had every right to be mad at Mapleshade for lying (yes, omission is still a lie), she did not wrong Maple herself in any way, shape, or form, she could not have realistically done jack shit at the river, and she didn’t deserve to die, and she DEFINITELY didn’t deserve *hell* (although it’s kinda funny).

However.

For the love of StarClan stop flattening her character into a one-dimensional uwu sadgirl. She’s grieving, yes, but she’s *angry* in that grief! She’s messy and flawed and xenophobic and may or may not want to kill cats she unfairly blames for her brother’s death (they would both maul me if i said this but maple and freckle are foils and nobody realizes it) and I love her for it! People are allowed to be ugly abt their trauma!

A lot of people act like Frecklewish was crying 24/7 before briefly slipping up and calling children a slur before continually crying until she got murdered, and that’s a complete disservice to her character. There are people, and warrior cats, who grieve like that. Frecklewish is not one of them.

People act like she just had a burst of anger during Mapleshade’s exile calling the kits a name, but even pre-lie she exhibits concerning behavior:

To be clear, Appledusk did not murder Birch. This is ThunderClan’s perception of the events because it’s easier to blame a cat from the other clans, a cat who is by their metrics inherently Worse and Deceitful and Scheming, then to think critically about why they were fighting so fiercely above a raging river over rocks they could easily share in the first place :p

(a note: the code about not killing people is treated much more leniently than the codes about having babies with the wrong people. It’s even worded softer--”An honorable warrior need not kill to win their battles.” Almost like a strong suggestion. Warriors culture idolizes violence and revenge as outlets for grief. Boy I Sure Hope That Prevalent Ingrained Societal Attitude Doesn’t Horribly Backfire Anytime Soon!)

And. The exile.

Freckle kicking Maple’s ass was funny and deserved. But.

To be clear, Frecklewish’s misdeeds in this scene cannot be simplified to ‘calling the kits a bad name in a moment of anger’. She is the very first cat to call for the kits’ exile. Oakstar was her *father*. If she’d appealed for the kits she claimed to love, or even just said “Mapleshade gtfo”, things might’ve gone much different.

Calling for three children who’ve barely started weaning to be exiled into the wilds is disgusting, and far worse than Mapleshade’s lie. Even if Maple hadn’t panicked and tried to cross the stepping-stones, all of her other options had a non-zero chance of the kits dying.

(Something to keep in mind is that Mapleshade is a Clan cat from birth. She is not like a loner who is used to fending for herself, and needing to suddenly balance hunting for herself and her kittens and keeping them safe from predators would be very difficult. Kittens are kept in camps for a reason.]

*Mapleshade could not have waited for a patrol. She had a time limit to get out before she and her kittens were attacked and possibly killed by ThunderClan.

*The bridge is further away, and on windclan territory. It’s at the base of the falls, not the top, and has flooded before. Wet rocks or slippery wood-pick your poison.

*There was a fox near Fourtrees at the time, and it’s doubtful Mapleshade could’ve fought it off alone. (The time for scents to go stale seems to be several hours-one day, and this was roughly a day after her exile.)

*ShadowClan and WindClan have even less reason to take her in than RiverClan, especially considering she’s an exile. She might be attacked like Riverclan would’ve had the kits not died:

leaving her even worse off than before, and vulnerable to predators.

*Going to Twolegplace was worse than the river. Oakstar attacking kittypets was a one-time thing iirc, but she does meet hostile kittypets later--and even setting that aside there’s dogs, foxes, CARS, and of course twolegs. tired kittens trying to cross a thunderpath would not end well.

*go to the barn: windclan + thunderpath.

*go to Other barn: river’s still there only this time she doesn’t even have a camp at the end.

There was no way this was gonna end well, honestly.

To be clear, ultimately it was still Oakstar’s decision. He bears the brunt of responsibility. If anyone other than Maple deserved to go to hell, it was *him*, not Freckle. Common warriors story team L.

Frecklewish never shows regret for her part in the exile, only that they died. Said regret doesn’t last long before she tries to kill Mapleshade.

poor little tragic racist meow meow, doomed by her own rage. theres something deeply ironic about that.

A final note: frecklereed is almost as hilarious as maplereed when frecklewish was willing to exile the kits for being related to appledusk and reedshine is his number one apologist. they’d be dueling to the death bruh

#mapleshade #frecklewish #frecklewish tc #mapleshade's vengeance #warriors #warrior cats #warriors fandom #i have so many thoughts about THEM...

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I know it’s wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday eve and I shouldn’t be posting anything angsty BUT

Now that we’re exploring the potential of Tails being directly linked to the Chaos Emeralds…

Team Sonic and the restoration are fighting Eggman’s forces, it’s rough, they’re outnumbered and are getting close to being out powered, Silver and Team Dark’s assistance be dammed, Eggman did plan how to keep them occupied.

A foreign place, no citizens around, no remaining functioning facilities nearby, not any city, town or population, nothing close to them, everything has been rather evacuated or demolished by Badniks.

They’re scattered around the battlefield, everyone way too far from one another, but they have to cover more terrain, and no one’s better than Sonic to do that.

He’s going from edge to edge, dodging, punching, wrecking, they’ve been at this for hours but he can keep on for days, no doubt.

There’s yelling and shouting until there isn’t, a harsh sudden silence taking its place, weird. Sonic turns to the vibration in his arm.

His communicator illuminates in bright angry red, an alarm. Tails vitals.

Tails flatlines.

Way to sudden, no rising on vitals, no yelling from his side of the battlefield, it had to be a mistake, he needed it to be a mistake.

But the screen shows Tails’ communicator’s still attached to his wrist, and there’s no longer any silence when the shouts and cries of the fox’s name fill the place, It wasn’t a mistake.

He nearly trips on his own feet at how quickly he moved, his legs suddenly so weak to support him, but he had no time to freeze, he had no time to doubt he had no time-

He gets beside him in less than a second.

He’s on the ground, no badniks near him, the ground around him almost steaming, surrounding him in infernal smoke, he can feel the ground trembling, trembling, almost like how his body felt when a much younger Tails was purring while hugging him. Hell, why does he look so small all of the sudden?

His baby brother’s bright pretty yellow fur tainted if not bathed in a sick red. His chest fluff has no white left to show, a deep wound right over his heart. No.

He craddles him close, he knows he shouldn’t move him but he shouldn’t be so still, he wasn’t supposed to be this still, no, he was supposed to at least be crying he was supposed to hug Sonic back he was supposed to open his eyes-

There are no functioning hospitals in miles. The medic team is not equipped for this after hours of treating the wounded and preventing casualties. There’s no longer any medic team around, just wrecked badniks and his friends approaching.

Tails isn’t breathing. He doesn’t react to the speedster’s hand on his cheek. He doesn’t purr when his brother’s fingers run through his bangs. He doesn’t wake up when Sonic shouts his name begging him to please open his eyes.

Tails flatlined, but Sonic could tell his own heart threatening to stop.

He can’t hear anything. He can’t think. He can’t see anything but how still his little brother’s chest is.

He doesn’t think. He just knows he will not lose his little brother. Not now. Not ever. Not like this.

His body moves on his own when he practically rips a chaos emerald from Shadow’s hand, returning to his brother’s side not a second after, he doesn’t think even once about what doing next.

Sonic puts the chaos emerald over his kid’s small chest, right over his heart. Most would call what he made an “overpowered defibrillator”, but he knows he was just reaching for a miracle.

The miracle mercilessly shocks his kid.

One time, it doesn’t work. Two times, he can feel how the kit’s body can barely handle that much energy. Three times, his own hands are trembling, why is Tails face wet? It’s not even raining. Four times, someone’s yelling at him to stop, he’s only hurting Tails even more, he’s only damaging his body, but he can’t hear anything, Five times, he uses even more power, all his rage, desperation and… fear? Into that last shock.

Tails wakes up with a gasp. It worked.

It worked, Tails opened his eyes and started coughing loudly. Rough and harsh, but it meant he was alive, no wound visible anymore over his chest.

It worked, and that’s all that matters now.

Not how the skin in his hands got burned even through his gloves, not how his little brother’s eyes are no longer baby blue but an emerald green so much like his, not how long it took for Tails to actually look at him and answer when he asked if he was okay, not how he seemed more scared than confused about the fact that he was alive, not how even while Tails was fully awake and conscious Knuckles couldn’t find a pulse.

Tails is alive, and that’s all that matters.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #this will have consequences #damn chaos emeralds literally giving him life huh #anyways don’t worry this time this is unrelated to you know what fic haha that one’s worse #i just needed to get this idea out before Wednesday because #✨not very wholesome✨#and now the bros have matching eyes ❤️#hope that doesn’t backtrack or anything

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humanityinahandbag · 2 years

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Big Sonic Fanfic Announcement!!!

@samthefrank and I have been sitting on this for a while, but we couldn't wait anymore!

Our fic Making Space is nearly done with just a few more chapters left to go. But that doesn't mean the story's over! Instead, we will be continuing into a sequel!!!

What will this sequel be about, you may ask? Good question!

Many of you have been guessing and hoping for a Knuckles-Centric story, and those who did were right on the money.

Plenty of angst and found family feels ahead, you guys.

For a peek at what's in store, check out a snippet below!

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“So,” Tom began, “we wanted to talk to all of you about some things that are going to be happening around here.” He focused on Tails when he said, “do you remember when we ran into Judge Ramirez, about a month ago?”

The fox kit nodded. “Sure, she was real nice. Intense, but nice.” He laughed lightly, then his eyes widened. “How come you’re- she was talking about a-a-what was the word?” He looked at Sonic.

The hedgehog smiled. “Adoption.”

“That’s the one! It means being officially part of the family, right?”

Knuckles looked up from gnawing on his crust. “We are a part of the family.”

“You are,” Maddie said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “But, if we can, we’d like to make it so the whole world knows it.”

“If you can?” Tails echoed, ears dropping.

“Yeah, that’s what we wanted to talk about.” Tom slid down a step so he was at eye-level with the boy. “Because we’ve started the process, but it’s not a guaranteed thing.”

“But you did it once already! With Sonic.”

“And when we were at this stage with Sonic, we kept it a secret.” Tom stretched one leg out down the steps. “We didn’t want to get his hopes up, in case things didn’t go our way.”

“So why-?”

“Because Sonic got the mail today,” Maddie said, plucking wet wipes from a plastic pack and coming closer to start wiping down fingers and faces. “And he’s not the best at keeping secrets.”

“Hey! I could’ve been a secret agent in another life I’ll have you know,” Sonic insisted.

“Sure you could, baby.”

“But then you just told us,” Tails said.

“Oh. Forget I said that.”

“Ha!” Knuckles crowed. “You are a feeble secret keeper! Right Mother?” He looked up at Maddie, who was watching him almost sadly. “Mother?”

“It’s probably better this way,” Tom said, quickly. “Because things are a little more… sticky than they were with Sonic.”

The hedgehog’s ears pricked up. “What? Why?”

“Because the government that gets to make the final call is the same government that G.U.N. is a branch of,” Tom answered. “And they're chomping at the bit for a P.R. win.”

Sonic frowned. “After all that bullsh-” Maddie gave him a look and he corrected, “baloney they pulled back in Hawaii, you’d think this would be a golden opportunity for them! Make right with the kids they tased, right?”

“And you’re right, baby,” Maddie said, reaching out to brush his face where, just a few weeks ago, she could still feel the scabs from where the tasers had reached below fur onto skin. “You’re right. They can’t touch us over the kids they attacked. But… but that’s where we’re having a problem.”

“What! They- they want to taze us again just so the whole thing’s easier?” Sonic’s eyes slotted. “I don’t care what they’ll do, Mom. If they come near us again-”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not it. It’s-”

“It is me.”

The four others on the steps turned towards Knuckles, who was looking off towards nothing in particular, expression empty. “That is the problem.”

#making space #making space sequel #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #sonic fandom #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #sonic the hedgehog movie #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic wachowski #knuckles wachowski #tails wachowski #miles tails wachowski #maddie wachowski #tom wachowski

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yusuke-of-valla · 10 months

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The Place Where The Lost Things Go

A/N: Alto writes fluff, ten dead, six injured

AO3

Over a decade ago, Tsuru Kitagwa could only lie down on the floor dying as her mentor smiled and refused to get her medication.

Then she woke up in the body of a fox in a small town called Inaba.

Over the years she’s watched people come and go, worked to restore the shrine, had some kits of her own, got a teenager to do various odd jobs for her by offering a discount on magic healing leaves when he and his friends entered an alternate reality inside the TV, and ceded watching over the shrine to her daughter while the other kits left home.

She can’t help but feel disconnected from it all, like something is still missing.

She’s doing her usual tour of the shopping district, when she hears a familiar name.

“Kitagawa!”

Huh? Why would someone call her name? She trots over to Tatsumi Textiles where Kanji is addressing a group of students she doesn’t recognize. Kanji’s a very nice boy despite his face, and she remembers hearing something about a cultural exchange program with Yasogami and some school in Tokyo, where art students could come to Inaba for a weekend to learn about pottery and textiles that Inaba made famous.

A slender young man trots over to the group, and Tsuru tenses.

She’d recognize her Little Da Vinci anywhere. Yusuke! That’s her Yusuke!

“Sorry Tatsumi-sensei,” Yusule says. “I was simply distracted…”

“You’ll get a chance to see everything soon, just stay with the group. Don’t want you getting lost.”

Her little boy! Her baby! Her son! He’s here in Inaba! Is he too thin? He looks a little too thin. Naturally Tsuru follows him around. He keeps making very good and insightful comments about what Kanji shows off, but the other students seem to ignore him.

The group disperses to let the kids explore on their own. Yusuke quickly begins buying various things that seem a little random, then his stomach rumbles. Aww he’s just like he was as a kid. Getting so wrapped up in his business that he doesn’t realize it’s dinner time. She remembers having to promise him that he could finish coloring when he was done, but a growing boy needs to eat.

Yusuke heads over to the steak stand, then stops and frowns.

“Oh, I seem to have spent all my money…” he mutters.

What? He didn’t budget for food?

Shit. Her son is bad with money.

Yusuke frowns and starts to head towards Amagi Inn, where they’re naturally staying. Oh no, no way is she letting her Little Da Vinci go to bed hungry! She has to get his attention somehow.

She spots a scrap of fabric hanging out of his bag, and leaps forward to grab it.

“Hey! That’s for my friend!” Yusuke shouts, and he follows her.

She leaps up and hits the bell of the Dojima residence with her tail, and Nanako-chan opens. Tsuru bolts inside before she can react.

“Wha?” Nanako-chan gasps, and Yu comes down in the commotion.

“I’m sorry, that fox stole my scarf!” Yusuke says.

Tsuru’s patiently waiting in the living room and as Yu looks between them. “Ok, what are you trying to get at?”

Feed my son! Tsuru tries to say, but of course all anyone hears is “yip, yip, yip!”

“Uh, do you need something?” Yu asks. “That fox is pretty smart, she’s probably trying to help you.”

“By stealing a gift for my friend?” Yusuke says.

“I promise she’s really kind.”

Suddenly, Yusuke’s stomach rumbles again.

“...do you need something to eat?” Nanako-chan asks.

Yusuke’s eyes widen. “The fox did jump out at me when I realized I didn’t have money for food.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Yu says. “Well, come in.”

“Really? You’d do that?” Yusuke gasps.

“The fox is a good judge of character, even if she’s… roundabout sometimes.”

If you could understand me, I wouldn’t have to be, Tsuru thinks.

“So, are you one of the Tokyo students?” Yu asks as he pulls something out of the fridge and heats it up.

“Yes! Inaba’s lovely! There’s so much culture here!” Yusuke announces, pulling things out of his bag. “I have a friend who grows plants so I got her this jar, there was this man by the steak shop selling models that would look really nice in another friend’s room—“

“Who’d you get the sword for?” Nanako-chan asks, pulling a wakizashi out of Yusuke’s bag.

“I admired the craftsmanship. In fact I had a wonderful discussion with Diadara-san about metalworking.” Yusuke sighs. “Ah if only I could take it up in Tokyo, it might be useful…”

“It’s always nice seeing someone from the big city who likes Inaba,” Yu says, putting a plate in front of Yusuke who digs in.

“It’s wonderful!” Yusuke says between mouthfuls. “I don’t think I could live here though, it’d be too far from my friends.”

Yusuke’s smile drops.

“It’s already hard enough with some of them in different cities or countries, and who knows what’ll happen when we go off to college.”

Tsuru heads over and tries to put a comforting paw on Yusuke’s lap.

“I think things will work out,” Yu says. “Seems like you and your friends have strong bonds. A little thing like distance won’t break them.”

“Thank you,” Yusuke says. “Goodness, how crass of me, you’ve done all this for me and I haven’t even asked your name!”

Yu laughs. “I’m Yu Narukami, and this is my cousin Nanako Dojima.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yusuke Kitagawa.”

Yusuke cleans off his plate.

“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Narukami-san.”

“Well you should thank the fox too,” Yu says. “I think she likes you.”

“Futaba would have something to say about that,” Yusuke says under his breath. “Thank you.”

Tsuru wags her tail and runs circles around him. At least she was able to help her Little Da Vinci somewhat.

“Wow, she really likes you,” Nanako-chan says. “Maybe even more than big bro!”

Yu frowns. “After all I’ve done for you?” he says.

Sorry! You can’t blame a mother for being biased towards her son.

Yusuke stands up and stretches, and at that moment there’s a bright flash of lighting and roar of thunder. It normally wouldn’t be a problem, except Yusuke’s caught off guard and trips.

Into the TV.

Tsuru has enough time to hear Yu say “shit” before she jumps in after him.

Did Tsuru fully understand the TV World when she first started following Yu in? No. Did anyone feel the need to stop and explain it to her? Also no.

But she died and reincarnated as a fox so it’s not like she has room to question it.

She understands enough to know that Yusuke falling in might still be dangerous even if it’s less pressing than it was when the murders were ongoing.

Upon landing, she scampers over to Yusuke who is sprawled on the ground and has a conspicuous bruise on his forehead.

Oh poor thing, he must have landed headfirst. Of course he inherited her tendency to bruise easily so she also can’t tell how bad it is.

“Yusuke,” she says patting his face with her paws, “wake up.”

“Hmnnnn five more minutes mother…” Yusuke murmurs before turning over.

“Yusuke! Wake up! It’s not safe.”

“Uggghh…” Yusuke finally sits up. “What happened?”

“I wish I could explain sweetie,” Tsuru says. She sniffs out where the exit is and makes sure Yusuke is watching so he’ll follow her.

“The atmosphere here,” Yusuke mutters, “it’s just like— oh. There it is.”

Tsuru turns around and suddenly Yusuke is wearing… a fox costume? Well it’s probably meant to be a kitsune costume given the mask.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Tsuru gasps. Her baby is a magical girl?

“Look out!”

Tsuru turns and sees one of those shadows about to attack but then Yusuke summons a Persona and blasts it away.

Her baby is a magical girl with a Persona?!

Yusuke picks Tsuru up and zips her into the front of his outfit. “Can we just keep heading this direction?”

Tsuru nods and Yusuke takes off.

It must have started raining the way the shadows are agitated, but thank goodness there isn’t more fog.

Soon enough, they run into Yu fending off some shadows alongside with Kanji and Teddie.

“Uh, Kitagawa-kun?” Yu asks.

“Narukami-san!” Yusuke pants, clearly getting tired.

“He’s not a shadow,” Teddie says.

“I can see that, but then why did his outfit change?” Kanji asks.

“This just sort of happens when I need to fight,” Yusuke explains. “I’m shocked you all are summoning Personas without masks.”

“Oh good, you already know about Personas,” Kanji sighs in relief. “I was worried we had a lot more to explain.”

“The shadows here are weird looking but really the thing that confuses me is how I got here and why your fox sounds like my mother.”

“This is the TV World—“

“WAIT, YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME?” Tsuru gasps, cutting off Kanji.

“THE FOX CAN TALK?!” Yu gasps.

“NOW YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME?!?”

Yusuke blinks and gently removes Tsuru from his suit and sets her down. “Um, yes I can understand you? This is someplace in the Metaverse, right? A place made of human cognition?”

Teddie nods. “Yeah, we don’t call it the Metaverse but it’s a place made from the thoughts and feelings of everyone in Inaba!”

“Right, and being here changes your cognition so you can understand…” Yusuke frowns. “I can’t call you Fox-san, I’m Fox. Sorry, is there something else I can call you?”

“Mother or mom or mama, whatever.”

“You can’t adopt him just because he has a fox costume,” Yu says.

“No, literally. My name is Tsuru Kitagawa, I died and woke up in the body of this fox around 14 years ago.”

“M-mom?” Yusuke gasps. “Is it really you?”

“Of course Little Da Vinci, why did you think I was looking out for you earlier?”

Yusuke looks about to cry. “M-mom”

“Hey sorry to interrupt but can we do the reunion stuff when there aren’t as many shadows around!” Teddie yells.

“Right,” Yu says. “Come on the exit is this way.”

Once they’re back in reality, they all settle on the roof of Junes.

“Are you still hungry dear?” Tsuru asks. “Do you need something to eat? Yu can you buy him some steak skewers?”

“I’m still not over you talking,” Yu says, going to order.

“Ok so you’re sure the fox is talking,” Yosuke, who’s gotten off of work and joined them, says.

“Yeah man, the fox talks,” Kanji says.

“Then how come I can’t understand her?” Yosuke asks. “I mean, I’ve been to the TV World.”

“Well being in the Metaverse, or TV World in your case wouldn’t be enough,” Yusuke muses. “I know someone who’s been there but still can’t understand Morgana because she never heard him in the Metaverse.”

“Is Morgana a cat?” Yu asks, coming back with the steak skewers.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Something about this just feels familiar,” Yu says.

“How’d you mean, partner?” Yosuke asks.

“It’s like a vague sense of deja vu. I can’t really explain it.”

“Weird,” Teddie says. “But I’m still confused about Ms. Fox. We’ve been to the TV World with her before but she only talked now?”

“Well it’s all cognition,” Yusuke says. “So I suppose the most likely explanation is mother didn’t expect you to understand her.”

“That’d make sense,” Tsuru says. “I’ve been a fox for a long time, I gave up on other humans understanding me years ago. I suppose deep down I want Yusuke to understand me, so my cognition changed.”

“Awww,” Kanji says.

“Man are you tearing up?” Yosuke sighs.

“Shuddup! If my ma died and I reunited with her after years I’d be sobbing.”

“I’m very happy to see you again, mother,” Yusuke says, petting her head. “Would you like some steak?”

“No! You need it more, you’re skin and bones!” Tsuru says. “Who’s in charge of feeding you, anyway?”

“Myself, mostly,” Yusuke says. “I live in the school dorms.”

Tsuru frowns.

“You know, mother, I was thinking,” Yusuke says. “Would you like to come back to Tokyo with me?”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“But surely you can’t have pets in the dorms!”

“We can keep it secret,” Yusuke insists. “You can just come around in my bag like Morgana does with Ren! Or I’ll move out!”

Tsuru isn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. “You know most sons can’t wait to move out of their mother’s house.”

“I don’t want to force you or anything, I’m sure you’ve built a life here in Inaba,” Yusuke says, “it’s just, I’ve missed out on so much time with you, mom.”

Tsuru nuzzles his chest. “Oh Yusuke, I’d love to go back to Tokyo with you.”

The next day, Tsuru is back at the shrine roughly explaining the situation to her kits. Despite being born after Yusuke, they’re all grown up, and the boys have gone off to find their own dens, but the girls are perfectly capable of taking over the shrine.

Sofoxnisba is the oldest and she’s resolute when Tsuru explains that she’s in charge now. Foxes and other animals don’t communicate the way humans do, so Tsuru can’t give all the details, but she promises to visit when she can and reminds Sofoxnisba to watch over the others, and Sofoxnisba takes the responsibility within pride.

As Tsuru leaves, she passes by some people going to offer their prayers. The shrine has been her home for a long time now, and it’s taken her as much as she’s taken care of it.

But there’s a new chapter of her life ahead of her now, and it’s with her son, waiting down the road.

#alto writes #yusuke kitagawa #mama fox au #wordcount: 1500-2000 #fluff #one-shot

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tails-boogie-board · 1 year

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more deaged!baby tails, bc I love him. So far this takes place after Amy but idk more than that

It was odd.

This Tails was small. He barely came up to his knees and half of him was just his tails alone. Seeing him him from a distance and Sonic's rushed explanation didn't prepare him at all.

"Where's Sonic?"

Tails looked behind him, after a few seconds, he turned back and shrugged.

Knuckles rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He hadn't interacted with Tails much as a little kid. He was too busy kicking Sonic off Angel Island, and making sure the fox went with him.

"Did you take a plane?" Tails nodded and pointed somewhere in the distance. He made no move to go to said plane.

It wasn't like Sonic to ditch Tails, or for Tails not to catch up. Knuckles eyed the kid, he didn't look hurt or even worried. It wasn't odd for them to split, but without a specific goal and with Tails...small, it was-

Unless Sonic thought he would find something dangerous. And whatever trouble he found would inevitably end up his problem.

And now he was running around unchecked on his island. Knuckles sighed, unfolding his arms.

"He'll show up." Knuckles encouraged, before turning on his heel. The Master Emerald always ended up in the middle of things and just because Knuckles wasn't sensing any danger didn't mean there wasn't any.

He expected footsteps for follow, but it still settled something in his shoulders.

One-two-half step, one-two-half step, one-two-half step

Knuckles slowed down, just a little.

One-two, one-two, one-two

Looking at the wall, Knuckles looked at Tails and roughly gestured up.

"Stay close, I'm taking a shortcut," He smirked, "I doubt Sonic knows."

Tails took to the air, gigging with big big eyes. He hovered close as Knuckles started to climb. There was a passage through the cliff, dug into the rock by his ancestors long past; it was sheltered under a fallen tree, awkward on a good day, let alone from the air.

"Okay you first, it's a straight path." The tunnel ended in a few old ruins, right near the Alter.

Tails hesitated and moved closer. Knuckles moved to the left to give him room, but the kit didn't move. He glanced over at him and Knuckles was suddenly reminded of the chao.

"Hey," he offered, "I'll be right behind you." Tails looked at Knuckles for a long second. He nodded roughly, brow set, cheeks puffing out.

It was a good call too because the kid needed a hand.

Two spin dashes later and they arrived in the clearing. Knuckles unrolled easily but Tails kept going and hit a tree, falling out of his ball.

Knuckles only took two steps before the little fox popped back up, unharmed. He met knuckles gaze and shot him a thumbs up and a grin.

Knuckles shook his head. The sooner they found Sonic -or when Sonic found them with trouble on his heels, the better.

"Come on, we're almost there." He gestured to the top of Alter above the treetops and took off running. Behind him, the kid instantly to the air.

Tails had Sonic's grin and as the kit shot past him towards the Alter, Knuckles didn't know why he was surprised.

#Sonic #Miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #I wrote this for a specific scene and I didn't even include it #I'm trying so hard to channel Tails as the kid who went after Sonic and braver than his age but still a kid #Also inspired by knuckles' frontier promo mixed with the Twitter take over #I'm trying to play with pov and I want knuckles to be more introspective and focused on his environment #Not sure how well I got that across tho #But also I wanted cute fluff #Tails the fox #fanfic #my writing #baby tails

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winterpower98 · 1 year

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You know who I haven't seen in a hot minute; The Midnight Tricksters Triplets.

You know what, you're right

Have this small part of an RP I have with @elianaroselight. It takes place right after the kits were born

Word count: 4000

At Yue Shi's house, both monkey and fox woke up to the little newborns crying.

Feng yipped softly to calm down her crying kits.

"I think the little ones are hungry." She said softly, sitting up and carefully pulling her top off so she could feed them. She fed Lin first while Yue Shi tried to calm down the other two crying babies. Yan had left to get some water and returned to find his dad with Bao and Shu in his arms, cooing softly as he tried to calm them down.

"Oh. I see you aren't the only ones in need of food" the human joked lightly. The new voice made the kits cry again and he winced.

"Sorry" He said softly before heading back for the door to not scare his siblings anymore.

"It's okay, Yan" Yue Shi tried to tell him, but the teen didn't hear his dad from over the crying, continuing to leave and closing the door behind him quickly.

The monkey frowned "Feng, can I leave you with the kits for a minute?" he asked while he set down the two babies next to his mate. "Take care of him." She says softly.

He made sure that the babies were secure on the bed before he walked out of the room, calling for his son. Yan came up to the door of his room, seeming to wipe a tear away "Y-yes?" His dad frowned softly and gently rubbed his shoulders

"Yan, bud, what's wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing. Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be helping your kids?"

"And aren't you one of my kids?" Yue Shi asked with a raised eyebrow, making the boy pause and look away, blushing in embarrassment at having forgotten that part.

He sighs. "I am just sad that I accidentally made them cry…"

"It's okay, kid. They are little and very hungry. I'm sure that a butterfly would scare them at the moment" his father said in a reassuring tone. The mental image made Yan laugh softly, and Yue Shi's heart felt just a little less heavy.

"Why don't you go keep your mom company while I make us some food?"

"I… Um… I already made some. I left some for you and mom when I went into the kitchen.

"Oh, that's good! Thank you, Yan. Then go back to bed and I'll be back with the food"

The teen nodded and headed for his parents' room. Feng yipped for him when she saw him next to the door. Yan paused and took a deep breath before walking in, trying to remain quiet so he wouldn't disturb his siblings again. Feng was feeding Shu now, and the other two kits sniffed the teen curiously

"Hi, kit. Did you sleep well?" the hulijing asked with a small smile.

"Yeah. A bit."

His brothers yipped softly, confused by the new presence. He smiles softly and reached out to pet them, making Bao squeak at the touch. But after sniffing the hand, he leaned into it. Yan chuckled softly and kissed his head sweetly. "Hi. I'm your gege"

The black kit yipped back at him, and Lin soon started to follow him, yipping just as loudly.

"You sure like yipping, don't you?" Yan chuckled, now petting both of his little brothers.

"I doubt they can do anything else" the fox said.

"I guess that's true. Is it okay if I held one?"

"Of course, kit! Why don't you move Bao to me? It's his turn to eat now"

He nods and carefully handed Bao to his mother before taking Shu and Lin into his arms. Both kits look up at him. Lin yawned after a moment and settled down to sleep again, the adorable action making the human smile slightly and kiss his head.

"Such a good big brother" Feng cooed at him.

Yan blushes but ignored her out of embarrassment. He focused on his little sister instead, rocking her gently. Shu yawned, she stretched her little bicolored paws up before she curled up in his arms.

Feng watched them with a chuckle "We need to dress them next time they wake up"

"They are going to look adorable with the onesies we bought"

"I know" she agreed softly as Bao finished eating "Everything they do is adorable already"

Yue Shi came in with their breakfast and chuckled when he saw his sleeping kits "Already asleep? That was faster than I imagined" Yan nods and smiles softly.

"Here, I'll set the food on the bed so you can eat it while keeping your siblings" his father said as he sat next to his mate.

"You might need to take at least one or I won't be able to do anything else" Yan chuckled.

"You're right" Yue Shi cooed as he got Lin in his arms. The little kit protested with soft squeaks, but his dad's purrs and coos calmed him down quickly. The little bundle settled in his arms after a while, fully curling up in the monkey's arms.

Feng smiled "I can't believe they are here already…" She said softly.

"Neither can I" Yue Shi cooed "They are so small…"

"Yes, they are."

The lunar demon settled next to his mate and nuzzled Feng "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. I was out like a light. How did you sleep?"

"Good. I didn't realize how tired I was last night until I fell asleep"

She chuckles. "I think all of us were exhausted"

He nods and nuzzled her gently "You did great. Our babies are all healthy"

"Thank you. And thank you for all your help. I would have struggled so much more if I was alone"

"You're welcome, my thief"

The fox smiled warmly before she looks over at Yan "Thank you for all of your help as well. You are a good kid and the best son I could have ever asked for"

The teen blushed softly as he gave her a shy smile "Thanks. And you are the best mom"

As simple as the words were, they made Feng tear up slightly. To hear him call her his mom was something she was still struggling to deal with, but to know he considered her a good mom too just made her heart feel warmer. She pulls him close, careful of the babies.

"Thank you"

"Moooommm" he protested slightly when she started to lick him "You have the babies to clean now!"

"But you are my baby too!" the fox joked.

Yan whined more, making Yue Shi chuckle "Maybe eat your food first before you try to lick him again, Feng"

"Alright, fine." She smirks and lets him go, eating her food.

"Should we give them a bath?" the human asked after a moment.

"Hmm… Probably. I need one too." Feng said.

"Then, why don't you all have a bath together?" Yue Shi proposed. Feng hums. "Yan, would you be willing to pick out their clothes and be ready to dress them once they leave the tub?" She asks, hoping to give him a way to be part of this without coming into the bathroom and seeing her naked.

"Sure. I'm going to dress you in the sillies little outfit I can find" he cooed to his siblings who looked at him confused, unable to understand any of his words.

She shook her head, smiling in amusement. "Go pick the onesies out while your dad helps me to the bathroom"

He nods and pets Shu's head when she woke up "Let's go get you some clothes"

The kit yips softly, snuggling close as they walked out. Yue Shi watched them go with a chuckle "Let's put our boys on the bed so I can help you get up"

Feng nods and sets Bao down in a small nest Yue Shi made to hold them.

"We will be right back, my treasures" she kissed both of their heads before her mate lifted her up and brought her to the bathroom. She sat comfortably in the tub and relaxed more when Yue Shi started to pour the warm water. She winced when she tried to move to sit down a bit straighter, her body feeling extremely sore.

"Zan said that you will be sore for a while" Yue Shi said softly as he started to wash her "You should still try to walk, at least for a little bit"

"I can walk out to the living room to visit with family" Feng said with a small nod

"Just don't push yourself" he told her softly as he run water over her head.

"I won't." She smiles. "you won't let me."

"I won't" he said grinning.

Not too long after, Yan walked by the bathroom and showed them the little pineapple themed onesie Shu was wearing

"She's just a yellow baby now!"

"Adorable. Did you bathe her already?"

He looked at his mother in silence for a moment "I forgot about that…"

Feng chuckled "It's alright. Why don't you take the onesie off and we will wash her up first so you can put it back on right away"

He nods and carefully took the clothes away before he handed her to his dad "I'll go get Bao and Lin then" he said before leaving the other two little onesies on the sink.

Feng yips for her baby and holds her close as she washes her gently "My baby girl"

Shu yipped back quite loudly as her little tail wagged, splashing water everywhere. The hulijing laughed softly and laid the kit on her chest. "Yes, you are.

Yue Shi chuckled as the kit nuzzled her mother's chest, earning a kiss on the head "So happy"

Yan walked in with his two brothers as his dad cooed "And there are our baby boys"

Feng smiles, tail wagging "All of them." She purred happily. The human rolled his eyes as Lin was handed to Yue Shi. Feng instinctually reached out for her youngest baby, but Yue Shi stopped before handing him to her.

"Can you hold and bathe them both?" he asked.

"…. Fair point. I just wanted to cuddle them…" She admits before going back to wash Shu. The black monkey chuckled as he started to wash Lin "Yan? Do you need help with washing Bao?"

"He is doing well. Just playing with the water"

The kit was happily splashing water as he babbled, not a care as his brother tried to clean him

"Okay. Make sure that the water doesn't go in his ears and eyes"

"I am. He sure is talkative though"

"He is. What are you saying, baby?" Feng cooed at the kit, getting his attention, making him squeak happily and babble at her. She nodded with a serious expression that made Yan giggle"Yes, that is a very important topic"

Shu begins to babble back at her brother after a moment, starting up an intense and heated conversation while Lin looked at them confused. Feng grins happily while Yue Shi chuckles. "Alright you two. Save the discussion for later"

"Let them talk, love. It must be important" the fox joked.

He rolls his eyes and looked at Lin "Yeah. I don't know either, cub" It was the others' turn to chuckle as he switched kits with Feng so that Shu could be dried on one of the towels he had prepared earlier. Feng bathed Lin gently as the kit looked at her with big eyes.

"Hello, Lin. My quiet boy"

He pawed at her face with a soft chirp, earning a small smile from his mother. She nuzzled him sweetly as she yipped back softly. The sound made the little one smile and he responded with happy yips.

"Looks like he can be quite loud too" Yue Shi joked

"Seems that he can, but usually isn't. He has your eyes though. I wonder if he will be incredibly observant"

"Quite but observant, that would be pretty much what I was when I was a kid"

"I think you will end up sharing a fair bit of similarities." She predicts with a warm smile, petting Lin's face.

"If that's the case, I wonder who's going to be more like you: Shu or Bao"

She hums. "I'm tempted to say Shu is, and Bao is like a mix of us. We may also be completely wrong"

At his name, Bao looked at them confused, cooing softly. Feng chuckled at his adorable face "Hello, my hyper boy. Did you hear your name?"

He babbled at her with a mix of yips in his form of yes. "I see. That is a good point. Are you enjoying the water?"

He happily pawed at the water while Yan was trying to rinse the soap out of his fur, making his mother giggle.

"I see. You are going to be the one who gets dirty often, aren't you?"

"He's so wiggly" the human said with a laugh as he lifted him out of the water completely wet.

"Like a worm or a snake?" Feng joked.

"Like a wet rat!"

She cracks up, tail wagging in happy amusement. Bao babbled again, confused by why his mom was laughing, but enjoying it all together. "I think it's time to dry him off, Yan" his dad said with a chuckle. Yan nods and immediately does so, setting him on another towel, before dressing him. Once the kit was ready, he turned around to show off the grape themed outfit to his parents "Isn't he cute?"

Feng smiled "Yes he is. Your grandpas are going to lose it at these outfits"

He giggled and fixed Bao to hold him better "Is Lin done yet?"

"Yes. Is Shu dressed as well?

"Not yet. Can you stay here for a moment, buddy?" he sat down his brother on the baby changer and picked up Shu, who didn't move at all from her place, content with staying in her little towel cocoon. Yan giggled at her squeak when he took her out of her warm space to dress her in the little pineapple onesie.

"What outfit did you get for Lin?" Yue Shi asked once his son was done.

"I have a pitaya one!" He proudly said with a grin.

Feng laughs softly "We need a picture of them. They are one fruit bunch"

"Do you have a shirt with fruits on it too? You can pose with them"

She shakes her head with a slightly sad smile "No, unfortunately"

"Oh, well. You can still hold them while we take a picture"

"Well, I'm going to need to get dressed for that. But I can't do that right now"

"I can dress Lin and bring them back to the bedroom" her son said, already reaching out for his last brother. Feng nodded and Yue Shi handed his youngest son to the teen. Yan quickly dressed him in his new outfit before cooing over him with a baby voice "Look at you, little fruity baby"

The silly sound made Lin smiles adorably at his gege.

"Can you bring them all three to the bed or do you want my help, bud?"

"I would have to come back for one, so I need a bit of help"

"Alright. I'll be right back, my thief" he reassured Feng with a kiss before he went to hold his two baby sons and followed Yan into the master bedroom. The human made sure that the nest was still comfortable for his siblings before he set Shu down in it. When her brothers were set down too, she started to chew on Bao's ears, making the black kit squeak in surprise. Yan laughed softly as Yue Shi smiled before leaving to get his mate a dress.

"Make sure they don't get hurt" he told his oldest son before he went back to the bathroom.

Feng looks at her mate sweetly when she heard him walk in.

"The kits are already roughhousing" the lunar monkey said chuckling as he helped her up.

"They are born from the two most trickster-like creatures" she pointed out, carefully lifting her legs, going slow to make sure not to suffer from her soreness too much.

"You're right, and with Yan's influence, I doubt they will get any better"

"He is our son"

He chuckled as he helped her dry off "That's true. Do you think you can walk to the bed?"

"Yeah. Let me get dressed first. I don't want to flash our son" He nodded and helped her put her clothes back on before he offered his arm to hold on to. Feng takes it and walks over to the bed, limping a fair bit and groaning softly

"Oh boy, does that hurt"

Yue Shi winced sympathetically "I know, but you need to move at least a little bit"

"And I get that. I just felt like complaining"

He chuckled as they neared their room "Then complain all you want"

She smiles and looked at her fruit kits "Hello, my precious"

The babies all started to yip at her voice and crawled to the edge of the nest, trying to get to their mother.

"You all want mama? Alright, just wait a moment. Yue Shi, was the bedding changed?"

"Not yet. Think you can stand still with one of the kits in your arms while I do that?"

She nods and reached out to get one of the wiggly babies.

"Yan, can you hold the other kit then?" Yue Shi asked as he moved Bao and Lin into Feng's arms. His son nods and holds his sister close, purr-humming as he watched her. Yue Shi changed the sheets as quickly as he could and re-made the nest before he helped his mate to lay down on it. The hulijing purred happily, comfortably, and relaxed as she cuddled her kits close. Yan climbed onto the bed too and snuggled up to her with Shu.

A few minutes later, a knock came from the front door and Yue Shi went to open it to find Zan. The lunar monkey smiled at his youngest sister "Hey. Come in. Are you here to check on Feng and the kits?"

The pink demon nodded as she followed the other monkey inside

"How are they doing?"

"Really good. Feng is quite sore, but she was able to feed the kits well and they are already roughhousing"

Zan laughed "Oh, they are going to give you so much trouble" she said teasingly

"I don't doubt it. Bao and Shu are already talkative too."

They walked into the room to find Shu babbling to Yan again while Feng watched them with a soft smile, petting her sons.

"You weren't kidding." She said to her brother with a chuckle before coming closer to the bed, careful to not enter the nest. The boys look up at her and Lin immediately moved to hide behind his mom with soft scared noises. Yue Shi cooed softly as he tried to calm down his son "it's alright. This is my sister. She helped mama" Bao sniffed at her hand when Zan tried to show that she wouldn't do anything, while Shu quickly crawled to her and started to yell in what had to be a threatening way, for the little kit at least. Feng watched amused "Shu? You don't have to worry about her. She won't hurt us"

The kit huffed but listened to her mother and stopped her angry babble. Her stare didn't stop as she looked at the pink demon intensely. Feng yipped for Lin to come out, looking at where he disappeared. He was hiding behind her head and his little muzzle poked a bit when she called for him

"How in the world did you get up there?" She laughs softly

"He's a silent and fast little one" Yue Shi says with a smile as his mate carefully grabs him, holding him close. Lin made soft noises as he snuggled back up to her, still sanding somewhat scared.

"While you calm that baby, let's see how this one is doing" Zan carefully held up Shu in her arms and started to check her over. Feng handed Bao to Yan so she could focus on her scared little boy. Shu mostly made indignant sounds as she was looked over before Zan set her back down on the nest.

"Such a feisty personality at only a few hours old" Zan said with a smile

"She's going to be a troublemaker, I can tell" Feng said chuckling while Yan held out Bao to the pink demon.

"I agree with that"

The little black kit babbled curious as the monkey looked him over. He tried to paw at her face any time she got close to him. He managed to grab her nose and Zan chuckled

"You love talking, don't you?" She joked

"He's been talking since he woke up" Yue Shi said as his sister patted Bao's belly, making him squeak. He tried to grab her hand in retaliation but Zan handed him back to Yan before he could.

"So social and curious. You have a little explorer on deck too. May I see Lin?"

"It's okay, baby. I'm here" Feng held out her last son to the monkey, and the little kit whined softly, looking back at his mother. Zan cooed softly, trying to comfort him "It's alright. I'm just looking"

He whined more as he was moved, but he mostly stayed limp in her hands.

"Such a sweet boy." She says as she hands him back to Feng.

"He's quiet too. He only really talked when I called for him" she set him back down on her chest and the kit snuggled up to her head, curling under her chin.

"He was like that in the womb too, huh?

"Yes. He barely moved…"

Zan nodded and smiled, rubbing Feng's shoulder reassuringly "He is healthy, even if smaller. How are you doing, mama?"

"Still tired. Very sore, but extremely happy"

"Good! Sadly the tiredness will hang out some due to having babies"

"I imagined. But I have my boys to help me" she said sweetly, looking up at Yue Shi

"Anything else we need to do?" the lunar demon asked as he picked up Shu before she could wander off.

"I might be able to get some formula for you to use to help feed them. That is a lot for Feng to feed"

"And they bite too" the fox said chuckling "They already have teeth. Very little, but still"

"Exactly. It will allow Yue Shi and Yan to help feed them"

"Thank you" her brother said softly "Before you go, can you take a picture of us? I'm sure the family is dying to know what the kits look like"

Zan laughed wholeheartedly and took her brother's phone "Sure! Are you going to let anyone over today?"

"No. To be honest, I'll probably fall asleep once you're gone" Feng answered in her mate's place

"Valid. Rest up. No pressure" She says sweetly before taking the picture and handing the phone back. The lunar demon thanked her as she left the room before helping his mate settle down with her kits. Feng smiled softly at her partner before sighing and resting, falling asleep almost immediately. Her children snuggled up to her and were asleep in a matter of minutes after quite a few yawns.

Yue Shi smiles softly at the scene. "Are you going to sleep with them, dad?" Yan asked softly to not wake up his family

"No. Not right now. Are you?" He asked back, petting his head.

"I don't know. I don't feel tired, but I don't want to leave mom"

"That's okay. Do you want me to get you a book to read?"

"Yes. Thank you" he smiled slightly as the monkey headed for his room before he settled next to Feng. Yue Shi went back into his bedroom to find Shu had moved to lay between her mother and Yan, and the teen was petting her head gently.

"Seems she has a favorite brother" he chuckled

"Yeah…" Yan smiled softly before taking the book his dad was offering and made sure he wouldn't disturb his little sister before he started reading.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid #monkie kid au #cursed au #monkie kid cursed au #midnight tricksters #eclipse twins #oc #fengbao #shu #bao #lin #zan #winter writes #winter answer #winterpower98

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kittenchancorruptionarc · 19 days

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To all the people calling him puppy need to stop, the correct terms for baby foxes is either kit or cub. PLEASE get it right /j

Maybe we shouldn’t encourage them at all…

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katealpha · 1 year

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Nothing in the world could keep Judy Hopps down. Not even motherhood. It was just an hour after she clocked out one last time from ZPD Headquarters, finally heeding Chief Bogo’s demands to go on maternity leave. Lest she go into labor in the middle of the office area where she had spent the last few months. The pregnancy was a surprise, but not something Judy wasn’t predicting to happen at some point in her intimate relationship with Nick. The real surprise lay in how the pregnancy was going. At this point, she knew there was something not right happened within her. Something just felt…wrong. She knew that growing inside her was no litter of bunnies. They were bigger, stronger, and made her hungrier than she’d ever been in her entire life. Her cravings were constant, and she ate much more than usual to help nurture the babies inside her.

With sunset just on the horizon for the city of Zootopia, the bunny cop wanted to do one more thing before she settled in for the night, perhaps giving Nick a call for good measure. She needed someone to keep her company in case the time came when she least expected it. Because that was the ironic thing about expecting. You never expect when they’re ready to come. After a brief rinse after changing out of her poorly fitting police uniform, Judy dressed up in a casual pale t-shirt and back stretchy pants. Armed with her cellphone and a pair of earbuds, she headed out the door of her home and headed out for a power walk….or rather a power waddle.

A few minutes went by, and the bunny found herself headed towards the local park. The only place in the downtown area that wasn’t completely industrialized and made to accommodate a certain size and shape of animal. It was for everyone. With paths to walk, places to fish and grill, or simply lay about, it was a perfect place for her to let out whatever energy she had left before retiring for the night. She lifted her phone and

checked the time. 5:30. A half hour in the park wouldn’t hurt. It would be enough to at least burn a few calories. She needed it with how much weight she’d been gaining from this very special pregnancy.

Once there, surrounded by grass and trees, she got into a focused mindset. She couldn’t exactly jog at this time, but she could still get into a rhythmic, concentrated walk. With one of her favorite Gazelle songs playing in her ears, Judy sauntered ahead with her violet eyes as forward facing as her exposed belly button. Her hand reached up and with a sigh and she pulled down on her t-shirt in a vain attempt to cover up her swollen bump from the cool breeze. She wasn’t very successful. Judy had basically swelled out of every outfit she had in her wardrobe. It was all so overwhelming for her. Being slowed to a crawl, midriff distending out to where her feet were now blacked from view, growing out of her own clothes. She felt more like a pig than a bunny. Pig. That one word just kept repeating in her mind, and part of her liked it. A primal instinct deep in her brain that craved to have as many babies as possible. It was a rabbit thing she just couldn’t help.

After one last huff left her mouth, she rubbed her sore back as she continued her stride. The sight of which she knew Nick would certainly enjoy, from all angles. A little smirk crossed her face as she thought of him. Judy had no ill will towards the fox for knocking her up in such a way. Though that would likely change once labor began. He was everything she had hoped for in a partner. Smart, supportive, and admittedly sexy.

Her thoughts were interrupted when suddenly, she felt a strong push from inside of her belly. Just looked down to find a paw shape briefly pushing forward before sinking back into her body. It was enough to exhibit a soft gasp from her. The paw she noticed was far too big to be that of a baby bunny. It was like there was a fox kit. No. Three little foxes just stirring and fighting for space in her own body. An expression of existential dread crossed her features as the bunny stroked a paw over her swollen belly as she waddled into the sunset

“Sweet cheese and crackers, what have I done to myself?..”

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I was hoping to get a certain bunny from Convexpert at some point, and so I have. This definitely exudes how she’d look after a fateful night with Nick. Now she’s out showing the product of a pred/prey relationship to the world. Thing of beauty no? I hope you like this next addition for year of the rabbit.

#disney #animated movies #zootopia #judy hopps #pregnant #pregnancy

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