#red fox lab

[shashaleonard]

Moka looking for fish, very intently.

#35mm #original photographer #photographers on tumblr #analog photography #golden hour #dog #red fox lab #labrador #muskoka #nikon35ti #lomo 400

[petportraitsbyheatherlovelace]

A commissioned portrait of their red fox Lab named Honey. Polychromos and Luminance colored pencils used on 9"X12" Strathmore paper.

#red fox lab #fox red lab #red lab #red labrador #lab #labrador #labrador retriever #retriever #hunting dog #gun dog #bird dogs #dog #canine #pets #animal #pet portrait #commission #dog art #dog drawing #dog portrait

[angelstouchpetcare]

Sweet boy!

#angels touch pet care #dog sitting #pet sitting #pet care #dog #dogs #dog walking #cute #Lab #red fox lab #red labrador

[kelev9]

why do I have to be so picky about labradors my life would be so much easier if I wasn't picky about labradors

#if a lab isn't black and the exact kind of american working line build i like than count me out #although fox red labs are also nice i do like a fox red lab #however! #the very slender but muscular build that some american working lines have is the ONLY lab build i like #i do not need to be this picky!!!!!!! #me'ira barks

[dragonsorceress22]

cute baby blep vs. rejection of authority blep

These pictures were taken two months apart

#blep #pupper #except she's not #she's an imposter #she's actually a satanic goat #a chaotic house piranha #fox red lab #labrador

[nanakithewarrior]

rcdfcxr​:

       ❝ Reversed… logic of a… hang on a damn minute !! – wait   ,  eaten!?  Is that why ya licked me!?  What ? Like a fucked up try before ya buy!?   I am not edible.   An I wouldn’t make a fuckin’ good chew toy either so don’ even think about it. ❞

On his list of things to do today  ,  arguing with him over the scent of soap and whether Reno would be a good food source ?   Nope  ,  that hadn’t been on his list of things to do today.

Red’s never had to buy a thing in his life, so the mockery was completely lost to him. To the Turk throwing a fit, he just reacted with a scoff through his nose, his good ochre eye wandering to the side, towards the mercenary who had taken his side just earlier.

“You could be learning a thing from Cloud ( @azure-steel​ ) . A single waft of his scent and I knew with confidence that I’d never want his flesh anywhere near my mouth.”

#01a || Lab Rat Dog. [IC: Red XIII] #12K || I've never liked foxes. [Reno] #03D || I CAN TASTE THE COSMOS! [CRACK] #rcdfcxr #azure-steel #azuresteel #00h || i've seen this before. [transfer from primary blog]

[singer-saboteur-soldier-spy]

((Tag dump pls ignore))

#[[Reploid of a Thousand Voices]] - Issimo #[[Reploid Idol]] - Acoustikat #[[Soldier for Hire]] - Viking #[[The Goodest Boy on Base]] - Gospel #[[Jet Boot Deadshot]] - Axl #[[Humanity’s Savior]] - X #[[The Devil in Red]] - Zero #[[The Right Hand of Darkness]] - Shade Fox #[[The Next Great Light]] - Farraday Labs #[[Theater Kids at Heart]] - Xu Family #[[Reploid out of Time]] - Axiom

[caesium-55]

—seven days. [ v ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: sorry it took a while compared to the other chapters. i finished up my lab reports in my surveying class. this is not edited nor is it beta read and i dont remember much on what happened during the 2018-2021 seasons so pardon me if there are inaccuracies. anyways, welcome to max's pov. u can say im stalling on the shitshow that will happen once max discovers that reader resigned. lemme know what you think.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @juky-ps @cassianswh0reeee @devotedlycrookeddonut @amberpanda99 @supermaxv1

masterlist.

2018

“Who’s that?”

Daniel looks up, cheeks stuffed with the sandwich he was eating for lunch, “Who?”

Max cringes internally. His mother always told him and Victoria to not talk when his mouth was full, she called it bad manners, and now, he is understanding where she was coming from with those lectures. Nevertheless, he doesn't reprimand Daniel. Instead, he gestures to the girl standing a few meters away from their table in the Red Bull hospitality staff cafeteria, who was happily chatting with two Red Bull senior engineers whom Max recognizes to be Elijah Stuart and Richard Fox.

It is the first time Max has seen her. A new employee perhaps? Perhaps not. She lacks the company standard uniform.

Daniel trails his line of sight to where Max has pointed, “Which one? Richard?”

“No,” Max groans. Daniel blinks.

“Elijah?”

This is quickly becoming annoying.

“The girl, Daniel,” Max says, his exasperation bleeding through his words. “She’s not wearing a Red Bull polo.”

Daniel’s brows rise to his hairline, head snapping back to Max, “[Name]?”

Then, a shit-eating grin erupts on his lips. “Are you interested in her?”

“She’s not my type,” Max’s denial comes quickly. Is it even considered denial if it’s the truth? In his twenty almost twenty-one years being alive, Max never really put a lot of time into thinking about what his ideal type would look like. But he is sure that the woman of his dreams will look very far from the woman who was successful in catching his attention because you are wearing a black shirt in a sea of Red Bull polo shirts.

You with your eyes that forms into tiny crescent moons once your face breaks into a grin, you with your smile that shows too much gums and too much teeth, you with your hands that moves too much when you talk, and you with that too loud and too obnoxious laugh that comes even with the lamest of jokes. You’re like Daniel in a way. All happy sunshine vibes.

Max is watching you close, observing how you were interacting with Richard and Elijah. They're old men and no one should look this happy while talking to boring, old, white men, who worked more than four decades in the engineering industry so they only know how to speak boomer language and everything engineering. Surprisingly, Elijah and Richard seem to be having fun talking to you. A miracle on its own because they never even look that happy talking to Daniel Ricciardo and everybody in Red Bull Racing adores sunshine honey badger, Daniel Ricciardo.

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're thinking about it.”

“How would you know what I’m thinking?”

“Because you’re currently on a quest to erase my singledom. I can put two and two together.”

Daniel snorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “Maybe I just want to let you meet new friends.”

“I have enough friends.”

“You don't have friends that are not racers.”

Max presses his lips in a thin line.

“She’s my manager, by the way.” says Daniel, leaning back into his seat.

“What happened to Nick?”

“He’s on leave,” Daniel says. “His wife’s giving birth soon. She’s my temporary manager for a few months. Or I don't know, maybe the whole season.”

Max brows rise in pleasant surprise but says nothing.

“Now that I think about it, she’s around your age. How old are you again? Twenty-two?”

“Twenty,” Max corrects. His birthday is still months away from pre-season. On the end of September.

“Ah, she's older than you. Oh wait, here she comes. Hey, [Name]! Here!”

Max flinches and his heart begins ramming against his ribs erratically that he thinks he’ll undergo cardiac arrest in a matter of seconds. He does a double take—why am I even panicking?—then forces himself to calm down and straightens up in his seat. His shoulders and neck are still considerably stiff and his palms are slowly becoming sweaty. He swallows an invisible stone in his throat.

“¡Hola mi amiga, [Name]!” Daniel greets and his Spanish accent sounds off that it makes [Name], who stopped right in front of their table, giggle and when Max looks up at her through his lashes, it almost feels like the world is turning too rapidly on its axis and it’s making Max dizzy. Daniel and her do a friendly handshake—when did they reach this level of friendship?

“Hola, Daniel,” she greets, smiling. Your accent reminds Max of Carlos, but unlike Carlos, who possesses a very distinct Spanish accent, yours sounded subtler than his and it's mixed with the charming rhythm of words that reminds Max of sunsets in the south. You pronounce Daniel’s name like it has two syllables instead of three. Dan-yel instead of Dan-i-el. Suddenly, Max is curious as to how his name will sound if it originates from her mouth, how the syllables will roll off her tongue. Max will still sound like Max. Nobody will mispronounce that name. But Emilian and Verstappen? How will you say it?

“Hi Max.”

The Max sounds plain even though you’re smiling when you greet him. She didn't say Max the same way she said Daniel, whose name was uttered with a certain fondness.

“Hello,” Max’s chin dips slightly into a nod.

“Eat with us,” Daniel invites and he is already dragging a chair from a nearby table to their table before Max can fully register what he’s doing.

“You sure?” you ask, brows raising slightly at Daniel’s abrupt invitation.

Daniel waves his hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, Max wouldn't mind. Would you, Max?”

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes are on him and his throat feels dry. He cannot speak. No words leave his mouth. Empty brain, zero thoughts. In the end, he nods and you join the two for lunch.

Max frequently sees you following Daniel in the paddock. You remind him of a dog. No, even dogs do not follow their owners this much. Or do they? Max wouldn't know. He is a cat person anyway.

Max’s main point is this: not even the other racers’ managers follow them around this much. Not even Max’s manager follows him this much. (No one tell Max that this was due to the fact that he scares his own manager. Imagine a middle-aged man scared of a Dutch racer half his age with anger issues.) But you follow Daniel around like he is the sun and you are planet Earth and you need to be constantly revolving around him to achieve universal balance. And for some reason, your actions cause something odd to stir up in Max. He is annoyed. Of what? Maybe because you are so good to Daniel? Maybe he wants someone to be like that for him, too? His manager is not as proactive as you. Yeah, maybe that’s it.

And if you are not with Daniel, which is a rare occurrence, you’re hovering around the Red Bull mechanics. You even go as far as bringing them coffee in the mornings and that annoys Max even more. Daniel, he can understand if you brought him coffee, but the others? No. You don't even bring Christian Horner coffee. Why only them?

Whatever.

You are such a suck up. Max hates suck ups.

Baku 2018 was a bad race, a total nightmare for everyone in the team. The moment Max got out of that car, he was burning. Figuratively, at least. The engine of the RB14 is the one burning, in a literal sense. Horner is red in the face when he sees Max and Daniel, and he yells at them to cool down before they do the formal stuff of apologizing and dealing with the FIA and all the formalities that Max rather thinks are bullshit.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice raising, when he sees you approaching. “Aren't you supposed to be with Daniel?”

“Water?” you offer the water bottle to him and Max knows full well it’s supposed to be for Daniel. Max saw you offering it to Daniel earlier when the two of them stepped into the Red Bull garage after retiring from the race but the older man has declined your offer before stomping off somewhere else to cool down.

“No.”

He is not going to take the scraps of someone else, even though he is thirsty as hell.

You nod, shrugging your shoulders and saying, “Okay.”

You crouch on the floor and put the water bottle in front of him with a neatly folded face towel balancing on top of it. Then, you rise and walk away, leaving Max to glare at your back as you fade away from his view. Once you disappeared from his line of sight, he drags his gaze back to the water bottle and towel.

He drinks the water and then uses the towel to wipe his sweat. At that moment, Max decides that he will never allow himself to be beaten by Daniel ever again.

Max remembers the anger he feels when he discovers the news of Daniel leaving Red Bull.

“Was this because of Baku?!”

Daniel tries to explain his situation as calmly as he can but Max is all fire and flames and fury. He is only hearing Daniel’s words, not listening to them because all that he registers are the words “leaving” and “Renault” and “goodbye” and the rest are all just a bunch of ringing noise. Max knows where Daniel is coming from because he isn't dumb nor naive and he is aware that he is quickly becoming the team favorite, but did Daniel really need to leave?

Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving. He’ll have no friends left on the team.

Max’s fear of being left behind is often masqueraded as anger. The thing about Max is that his pain always turns to anger and his anger turns into violence.

He barely registers what he has done to Daniel until he sees his teammate—former teammate—on the floor, eyes wide and clutching his cheek. Max’s fist trembles. They are both horrified at what Max has done.

“Daniel, I—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!” Daniel scrambles to a stand and lunges at Max. Max fears he’s going to get punched, too, and maybe he deserves it because he is the one who has thrown his fist first, but [Name] appears, quick as lightning, and rushes in between Daniel and Max.

“Daniel, calm down.”

Max is surprised you can hold Daniel down on your own. Daniel was a racer, had been since 2011, so he possessed the physical strength of a veteran racer and you, well, you're not. You’re shorter than them both, too.

Daniel is turning red in the face and fury paints his features. Max wants to fight, answer Daniel’s anger with his own. Fire to fire. Let them both burn until they achieve ruination.

“Nick!” you cry and at the call of his name, Nick appears quickly. “Hold Daniel!”

Your hands clutch Max’s nape and forearm and you quickly drag him away from the furious Daniel, leaving Nick to hold Daniel off and calm him down.

His ears are still ringing. Even after he's dragged away from the chaos. Even after he's brought into an empty room. Even after he sits down on a plush chair, face scarily blank while his mind runs for miles.

The ringing sound disappears when you tap his shoulder and asks, “You okay, big boy?”

His brain becomes a blank slate.

Max nods hesitantly, “Yeah.”

His knuckles are still tingling. He can still feel the remnants of the violence of his fist, can still feel the sting when his knuckles met Daniel’s cheek.

“Injuries?”

Why do you only speak words instead of full sentences?

You scan Max’s face for injuries and Max holds his breath when you lean your face closer to see clearly.

“No—No injuries.”

Your shoulders sag in relief, “Good. Thank fuck. Horner wouldn't be happy if golden boy got clocked.”

You pull yourself away and Max feels like he can breathe again. Then, you pivot on your heels.

���I’ll get you water.”

“No!”

You flinch and then turn to him slowly, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling slightly open. Max mirrors your surprise. You blink at him. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then, your forehead creases and you close your mouth.

“No need to yell at me,” you mumble but Max hears it loud and clear and now, his anger is spiking up again.

“Fine, go!”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a long look. A sigh escapes your lips. You leaned against the door, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why aren't you leaving?”

“You don't want me to,” you say in a know-it-all tone.

“I told you to go!”

“What you want and what you say are two different things. Don't worry, I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

Max doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he sits there in the silence with his thoughts and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He’s sure you noticed that he’s trying not to cry, not with you standing in front of him. Max always makes weird faces when he forces himself not to cry.

But then you turn your back on him, not to leave, but to give him the privacy he needs.

His tears fall silently.

The 2018 WDC was Lewis Hamilton, who garnered 408 points by the end of the year. Max finishes in fourth, only after the Ferrari drivers, Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen. The world thinks it is not a bad result. Max is still young and he’s battling three WDCs for points. But Max thinks otherwise. Winning is number one. The rest is just losing. The only thing he knows is he's not good enough. Jos is thinking of the same thing, too. He knows it.

Everytime someone congratulates him, Max has to bite his tongue and fake a smile. He can only feel anger, for finishing up fourth. It's like people are constantly reminding him of what he failed to become—a champion.

Red Bull throws an after party at the hotel bar, like they do at every Grand Prix, but Max chose not to go so he can drown in his own bitterness in the privacy of his hotel room.

A series of knocks on the door disturbs his ongoing rampage. He is sure it is his manager who’s behind the door. Archie possesses a horrible habit of appearing when he is not needed and not appearing when he is.

“What?!”

“Open the door, sour loser.”

That's not Archie.

Max’s jaw tenses. He marches towards the door and aggressively throws it open. It is you who stands behind it, an unimpressed expression printed on your face. Why is Daniel’s manager here?

“Who are you calling a loser?”

You sigh, peering your head in to look at his hotel room. You wince.

“Horner is not gonna be happy with how you trashed everything,” you begin. Max may or may not have thrown things across the room, punched a table and the wall, and accidentally broke a hotel-owned wall decoration. “Did you punch the wall?”

He did. But he’s not going to tell you that. Max hopes you don’t notice the peeling skin on his knuckles—red and angry and bloody.

“Can you leave?” he asks through gritted teeth. He hears you sigh. You do that a lot when you’re around him. Why?

You rummage through your tote bag—cream-colored with peach prints, the same one you wear all year round—and pull out a cold can of beer and a face towel.

“Lemme see.”

You reach for Max’s hand, which causes him to jerk back, his hand going behind him. You pause.

“I told you to leave.”

“Okay,” you shrug. You grab his wrist before he could dodge and you thrust the cold canned beer and face towel into his hand.

“Put this on your knuckles,” your tone leaves no room for further arguments. “Danny’s worried ‘bout you.”

“If he’s so worried about me, he shouldn't be leaving me,” Max snaps.

“Have you tried listening to his reasons?”

“Of course, I did!” Max is offended that you even feel the need to ask him that.

You purse your lips, “Maybe you did listen, just never tried to understand. I’d do the same thing, too, if I was Danny. No need to stay in a place where we’re no longer wanted.”

Max opens his mouth to bark back. How dare you utter such nonsense? You only stayed here for a year! ? You will never understand the relationship between Daniel and Max. You will never know Daniel the same way Max knows him.

“He isn't going to win anywhere else. We are going to get a new engine and the car will be better than this year. We’ll be better than Ferrari or Mercedes. We’ll be champions.”

I’ll be a champion, but Max leaves it unsaid.

“I know, heard it from the mechanics,” you shrug. “Maybe Danny won't win in another machinery. Maybe he will. Who knows? But if the team wanted Danny then that’s better. A team that wants and prioritizes Danny will treat him better than any team could. And right now, that's what he needs, a good team that supports him well.”

“Red Bull prioritizes him, too.”

“You're lyin’ to yourself, you know it. You of all people should know how shitty it feels to be number two and Danny is number two right now.”

Silence.

Number two. Cursed number two.

“Are you gonna follow Daniel, too?”

Max will not be surprised if you do.

You shrug.

“Let's wait and see.”

Then, you turn around and walk away, the soft click of your beige flats echoing in the hotel hallway until it fades into silence, while Max stands there at the open door, a cold canned beer and a face towel in his hand.

He uses the face towel to wipe the blood on his knuckle and uses the cold canned beer to help soothe the pain of forming bruises. Max wishes you brought something to ease the pain in his heart, too.

2019

The 2019 pre-season begins with Christian Horner saying that Archie, Max’s incompetent manager last year, has submitted a resignation letter. That makes Max Verstappen officially manager-less this year.

“For this season, since Daniel is no longer with us—” The corner of Max’s lips curve downwards. “[Name] does not have anyone to manage anymore. I was thinking of moving her to the engineering team but she was too efficient at managing Daniel last year. Would you mind if she becomes your manager? I assume you're both friends?”

Friends is not the appropriate term to describe what they are. Sure, they talked because Daniel talked with Max frequently and wherever Daniel was, [Name] is closely behind. Daniel also has this habit of dragging everyone into the conversation so no one will be left out. They also engaged in banter a few times, when Daniel’s not around and Max and her do not bother tolerating each other for the sake of the Australian racer.

For the most part, when Daniel is present, [Name] become the nicest person to ever grace the room, even Mother Teresa is put to shame, but when Daniel’s gone, [Name]’s saintess act disappears and enters an asshole who'll argue with Max and annoy him to oblivion. She absolutely vexes him.

Also, she's a terrible suck up. Max hates suck ups.

“She’ll be good for you,” Horner adds.

“Do you believe so?”

“I know she can handle you.”

Max raises a single questioning brow, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nevertheless, Max has no choice. Horner believes she’ll be good for him and Max prefers having her as a manager than having none at all. God forbid he’ll be stuck manager-less. He can barely organize anything to save his life.

Even though they're not perfectly civil with each other, Max cannot deny the fact that [Name] is a good manager. It is like she possesses the uncanny ability of knowing everything Max needs without having him to voice it out and you do it without Max having to ask you. Which works greatly for Max. He really isn't the best at asking what he needs and people cannot mindread so he just sucks everything up until a simple thing gets blown out of proportion and he ends up blaming someone else for a problem that should have been solved had he voiced it out in the first place.

“PR sent me this,” you walk into the room early in the morning and Max groans because he’s still dealing with the hangover from last night so he cannot deal with your annoyingness right now. Despite hearing his dilemma, you put the iPad on the table and Max sees a picture of him drunk as fuck in a bar somewhere in Barcelona. He winces, looking away and not bothering to read the caption.

“They want you to clear shit up.”

“What's there to be cleared about?”

“People think we're datin’, darlin’. That's what you need to clear up.”

Max’s eyes go comically wide. Him and [Name]....dating? A blush graces Max’s cheeks.

You swipe down and show Max a video. The clip shows you walking out of the bar, warding off people with a passed out Max on your shoulder.

There are two things that immediately entered Max’s head at that moment:

Wow. You're really strong.

What the fuck? When did this happen?

“I’ll get you an Advil and soup. In the meantime,” you open a word document on your iPad. “You read this. Prepared a script ‘cuz you can’t improvise shit. We’ll film a press release vid when I come back, aight?”

You are gone before Max can even nod his head.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #max verstappen #f1 imagines #mv33 x reader #mv1 x reader #mv1 #manager!reader

[the-weird-text-doctor]

But I wasssss going to stop before we fell assssleep!

*Crystal crosses their arms*

ꕥOkay but headaches. Those aren't fun and clearly others weren't having fun.ꕥ

ꕥAlso gesturing feels weird in this new form-ꕥ

#OOC: Phase just became a black lab and red fox hybrid btw lmao

[findoesstuf]

More skrunkles for @tsaikonautz ‘s lab rat AU. Silver (Cyan Powers), Blaze (Purple cat w fire), and Amy (Pink Hedgie!) are my designs, while Miles “Tails” (Fox w two tails), Sonic (Blue Hedgie), and Knuckles (Red angry one) belong to Tsaikonautz!

#sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails fanart #sonic au #tails the fox #tsaiko lab rats au #I don’t know if that’s the right tag #anyways #skrunkles to see #blaze is a very angry but mature kitty #silver is a sad baby #and yea that’s about it #I can see Amy and blaze being friends #and silver and blaze ofc #maybe all the lab rats are besties #one big friend group #that would be sweet

[radiance1]

New idea.

The entire world has been turned into animal like creatures. They still walk on two legs (most of them) and they're still human in form really. Some have only ears, some have only a tail, some have fur, some has the eyes.

Some even have all three.

There was a lot of outrage about this, mostly from shock, fear of the unknown and sudden change. Unfortunately, the government couldn't do anything about it, nor could the Justice League.

It was just... natural as it was unnatural.

In fact, it even seemed to be beneficial to everyone. Some adapted better to certain climates, some developed remarkable better immune systems than they did before and it seemed certain types of parasites and diseases just stopped affecting them entirely.

All in it, it was a beneficial change, one that the government saw no need to interfere with or ask the Justice League to find a way to revert this change.

Even if everyone needed to adjust to the sudden... shift.

Somehow, by no grace of will of his own, Vlad found himself with basically everything. He has the ears, the tail, the chest fur and fur along his arms and legs and he even has the eyes.

Red. Eyes at that.

Now you see, this wouldn't be that much of a problem actually.

If this mysterious shift in his biology didn't deem him a bunny. A prey animal and, nothing against bunnies, personally, he just wished he was given something more...

Intimitading.

Like Lex Luthor-as much as he loathed to admit it-, who became a fox of all things. Honestly, a perfect example of his character if Vlad had to say anything, his cunning and deceitfulness.

Let alone the man's intellect...

Although, it did look a tad odd to see furred appendages on that man's rather... shiny head.

Such things aside, Vlad has not attended a gala in a mighty long while after the change and he already knew it would look like he was too off put by his change, or embarrassed by what animal he was given and yes, he was a tad bit embarrassed about it but unlike them he was working on a cure.

Something that provided, perhaps unsurprisingly, zero results.

Vlad did not take the government's choice lying down, he believed himself smarter, superior to whatever they have working away for them in their labs, and proved that he could create something that would give him back his human status.

Well, half-human, but that was besides the point.

He failed. So what did he do? Figure out how exactly it affected his biology, special case that he was only 3 in the world and, contrary to his expectations... it went very well? While his animal traits did indeed follow him into his ghost form, he could shift until he appeared exactly how he was before.

Small mercies. His identity wouldn't be any harder to realize than it was before, thanks to this.

He was so caught up in this, in fact, that he was surprised when Lex Luthor came out of hiding a month ago. Honestly, he would've thought he wouldn't have seen the light of day for at least a few years. So obviously, Vlad had to come out of hiding as well, and even if Vlad disliked his bunniness, it was an infinitely smaller feeling than the urge to cause Lex Luthor pain and misery.

It wasn't exactly a surprise to see the little badger being, well, a badger. A bit to see that he basically shared every trait Vlad had, if only in badger form.

But that isn't the point. The event he needed to attend-to spit (metaphorically) in Lex's stupid face- needed him to have a plus one or multiple, so what better person to go with him than his godson?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #This was supposed to be a Vlad/Bruce post actually #But Bruce NOR the Batfam are even mentioned here #SDHDdgkj #Instead Lex Luthor outshone them LAWL #Hm #I guess you could play this as romantic or just business nemesis #I don't really care either way actually #What I DO care about though #Is that Vlad TOTALLY has lop ears lawl #Or wtv they're called #Man doesn't even have the grace of having sky point ones lmao they just fall down to his back #KJSDd #Totally didn't make Lex Luthor a fox because it was the natural predator of a bunny #Teehee #But also they represent deceit and cunning so yea #Anyways I'll stop yapping now

[petportraitsbyheatherlovelace]

A commissioned portrait of their Labrador Retriever named Krieger and mixed breed named Daisy Mae. Polychromos and Luminance colored pencils used on 11″X14″ Strathmore paper.

#fox red lab #lab #labrador #labrador retriever #yellow lab #Yellow Labrador #Yellow Labrador Retriever #Retriever #hunting dog #gun dog #bird dogs #mixed breed #mutt #dog #canine #pets #animal #pet portrait #commission #Dog Art #dog drawing #Dog portrait

[cutielights]

Hi! I loved your panther, tiger and fox s/o for the rottmnt boys, could you pls put an EXTRA fluffy calico cat with f/c dots or stripes on their body?

Sleep good! 🌟🐥

Yup, yup, sounds sweet enough to give me diabetes let’s do it

I used up the cat jokes in the panther one so imma need to find more stupid shit cats do.

Fox version Tiger version Panther version

Tw: none

Rise! Boys x Calico cat mutant! S/O

Leo

He thinks you are SO cute

Enjoys teasing you about it

“Who’s a good kitty?”

“I will end you.”

don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it Tail Yank GOD DANG IT

“Hey you wanna go to the pool?”

“Oh my god Leo.”

Gave you catnip just to see what would happen

Bury’s his head inside the fluff after a hard day

Insists on getting to touch your ears

Raph

Picks you up like a teddy bear

He loves hearing you purr

Cuddles!

Fluffy cuddles!

Tackled you into being washed once

“Stay. Still. You. Could. Have. Fleas.”

“I. Would. Rather. Die.”

You looked like a large pompom afterwards

Enjoys tracing the patterns and spots on your fur

Loves that your cat agility lets you keep up

Donnie

Do NOT shed in his lab

We TALKED ABOUT THIS

Otherwise he loves you very much

Depending on how long the relationship has been going on he will bury his face in all that fluff

It’s just- so fluffy

Sensory heaven

“Hey, what you doing?”

*mysterious red dot appears on the ground*

“I must have it.”

“Fascinating.”

Mikey

I said this in the Panther one but “PSPSPSPSPS”

The-couple-that-doesn’t-like-water solidarity

You’re gon need a new ship name

That one seems kinda long

Enjoys the patterns on your fur

Thinks you’re an absolute masterpiece of Mother Nature

You tried helping him out with cooking once

“Oh I’m using cucumbers in t-“

“WHERE?”

“Uh-“

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[normal-internet-user]

Can I request a 2012 Donnie x male or gn fox mutant reader Where like Donnie is showing the reader his science stuff and all, and he see the reader tails is wagging and he's excited his crush is interested in his stuff And Donnie says something like "wow, you like my science" and the reader is like "yeah but I like you alot more" Or something And idk, have a good day :]

Of course Anon! This is such a good idea, you're all just so creative!💕 And I hope you're having an amazing day as well💕💕

PICK-UP LINE

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Summary: Donnie is showing you the new additions to his lab, and in a heat of the moment decision, you confess with a bad pick-up line.

Warnings: None!

Requested: Yep!

Male Reader!

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You nodded along happily as Donnie showed you everything new around his lab, tail wagging behind you.

You had your hands in the pockets of your hoodie, what with being a fox, even Donnie's shiny belongings weren't safe from your thieving impulses. So you often kept your hands in your pockets to avoid taking things from your best-friend/super adorable crush.

You smiled softly at Donnie's look of utter concentration while he explained an invention of his to you. He was just too cute for his own good.

How he hadn't caught onto your crush yet was a complete miracle in itself, since you weren't exactly subtle in your admiring.

This poor turtle has you completely whipped, but you just couldn't bring yourself to confess. Anytime you got close, your brain would pull out the mental list you'd made on all the reasons you should just let the feelings die.

One: He's your best-friend. Two: He has a crush on April. And three: Does he even like guys?

You have no intention of making him uncomfortable, so for now, you're completely content with just listening happily to his science riddled ramblings.

At least your brain told you that you were. Your heart had other things to say, and it seemed just about fed up with your lack of words.

You carefully examined the piece of equiptment Donnie had handed to you, your tail wagging excitedly behind you at the trust he was showing by allowing you to hold the delicate technology.

Donnie chuckled to himself, a soft smile playing along his features, "Wow, you really like my science, huh?"

You nodded absentmindly, your mind not properly registering the scentence about leave your mouth, "Yeah, but I like you alot more."

The moment you finished speaking, you froze. You did not just say that. Immediatly you started to backtrack, blushing wildly, thank god for your fur.

"Wh- uh, I mean, as like a friend. I think. No- I mean I know! Uh, ye- yeah. heh. Uhm moving on-"

You set down the trinket in your hand, attempting to leave and save what little dignity you had left. Just as you turned around, Donnie's hand caught your wrist, spining you to face him.

"Please tell me you meant that." he said, his voice just above a whisper, and a soft blush noticable on his cheeks.

"What?"

Donnie looked you in your eyes, the blush on his face becoming more and more prominent, "Tell me you meant it. I need- I need to know. please."

You chuckled, moving your gaze down to your feet, "Yeah. Yeah, I meant it. A-and I'm sorry if that makes you uncom-"

Before you could finish your sentence, before you could even react, Donnie pulled you in for a kiss.

Your eyes widened, this was a completely unexpected outcome. You wrapped your arms around Donnie's neck while your tail curled into the shape of a heart behind you, melting into the kiss with all the pent up feelings you had tried your hardest to get rid of.

When the two of you pulled away, both of you were completely breathless, and as red as tomatoes.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

You chuckled, "I think I've wanted to do it longer."

You leaned in slowly, the space between your lips almost non-existent-

"GUY'S! DONNIE AND (NAME) ARE MAKING OUT!"

"MIKEY!"

You looked toward the door, embarrased. Donnie let go of you in favor of chasing after his younger brother, who was still shouting for Leo and Raph.

You chuckled to yourself as you followed bebind the two, this just might have been the best day of your life.

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There you go Anon! I hope this is to your liking since I really enjoyed writing this one! 💕💕 Everyone have a wonderful day!

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[nanakithewarrior]

rcdfcxr​:

❝ Ya ain’t suppose t’go around lickin’ people’s faces, man !! ❞  The Turk argued  ,  at least his face was dry now   –   small mercies.  Although the redhead hardly knew why he seemed affronted.  What ?  Did he expect soap to taste nice !? Just because it smelled a certain way didn’t mean it tasted like that.

❝ It’s scented soap , fuck’s sake !!  It’s meant t’smell nice !! It ain’t fuckin’ edible !! Maybe that’ll teach ya not t’go lickin everyone because they bloody smell nice !! ❞

He sat with his back at the Turk now, grumpy like a… well, like a cat. No point in lying when some behaviors were shared between his species and other ones.

“And just what is the point in having an attractive scent, only to be so repulsive to the taste?” He asks with a narrow sideglance over the shoulder. “Only your kind could be so backwards as to purposefully make that choice… The reversed logic of a skunk. If you don’t want to be eaten, you should reek.”

#01a || Lab Rat Dog. [IC: Red XIII] #12K || I've never liked foxes. [Reno] #03D || I CAN TASTE THE COSMOS! [CRACK] #rcdfcxr

[max-nico]

Another installment of random Sonic Headcanons

Sonic doesn't like buttercream frosting, Tails doesn't like whipped frosting, and Knuckles always wipes 90% of the frosting off his cake

When Tails is doing something, whether it's working in his lab or just making dinner, Sonic will shadow box the air behind him. He stops when Tails turns around to look at him, but the fox very much knows that Sonic is throwing fake punches at him lol

Tails, Cream, and Charmy play animal crossing (or the Sonic equivalent lol) together

Matter of fact, I think like all the characters play video games together. I'm sure they have different types of video games they like (I can see Sonic playing animal crossing but Jet? Not so much) but it's not odd for them to enter an online lobby

Tails loves crunchy foods

Espio once asked Vector to death roll him to "see if his body could take it".... Vector obviously said no

I don't think any of the cast really feel famous, except for maybe the Babylon Rogues bc they're (probably) sports stars

No matter how often they get asked for an autograph or approached in public they're all like "???? Yeah ??? I guess I can take a picture with you ???"

I think hedgehogs are one of the most common races (species??) of Mobian

If the Robotniks were Mobian they would be robins (<- pretty sure I've said that before) and possibly various other red and black birds

Barry and Tails keep in contact, but they don't get a lot of chances to hang out

I don't have anything for Blaze and Silver rn but just know that I love them dearly and I'm always thinking of them

Cream is determined to befriend Shadow. She will stop at nothing until he admits that they are friends

Sonic hates being on talkshows, and talkshows hate having him on, so it's mutual lol

The Rookie (whose name i cannot remember rn it's on the tip of my tongue omg) keeps the most contact with Knuckles, but everyone still stops to chat when they get the chance

Shadow suffers from memory loss after... Falling out of a spaceship and... Losing his memory...

I think for a while he was too prideful to write things down or set reminders because heaven forbid the ultimate lifeform needs help. This led to Shadow forgetting where his own place was and refusing to ask how to get there

Maybe this is my new explanation for why Shadow is always in caves and is never shown in a house of his own, instead of the actual explanation lol

Sonic often talks to Gaia/Chip when he's alone, Tails caught him a few times and has also picked up the habit, though he does talk to him less than Sonic does

Charmy doesn't like bananas

I've said this before in this post about shadows development, but I think he sheds a lot. Hedgehogs aren't actually supposed to lose quills unless they're super stressed, but because Shadow's DNA is only partially Mobian Hedgehog, a few things are off

Okay, that's all for now. I feel like this one's kinda short, but it's whatevs !! Feel free to talk to me about your own hcs I LOVE hearing about them. Happy year of Shadow everyone !!!!!!

I am a Tails centric blog but feel free to hit up my DMs or askbox about any of these characters !!!

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #shadow the hedgehog #i have the mic #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #sonic headcanons #sth headcanons #sth hcs #charmy the bee #charmy bee #espio the chameleon #vector the crocodile #tails the fox #sonic and tails #sonic #cream the rabbit #barry the quokka #the babylon rogues #i once again feel like I'm posting too much #but im trying not to feel that way bc its my blog and i can do whatever i want #something something cring is the mind killer something something free will and other expeletives