#Blaze the Cat Cosplayer

[purpleoctocosplay]

29th and 30th June 2023 - Finished Blaze Photoshoot!

[Character]: Blaze the Cat

[Series]: Sonic the Hedgehog

[📸]: @purpleoctocosplay

[Cosplayer]: @purpleoctocosplay

[Wig]: CosCraft - Grace in Pearly Purple

[Main Outfit + Boots]: CosplayFU

[Necklace + Tail + Gems]: EBay

[Ears + Scrunchie]: Amazon

[pixel-dwagon]

GIRLS!! Edit: okay cuz people seem to have actually found this post, here's a tumblr link to my design + some of my progress for Blaze! 💜 Blaze is me, Amy is @pixlrose Picture taken @tsukinocon 2024 Base jacket and pants: @zoocosplay101

[rajbows]

‘Alright, bring it on!’

Our Sonic Riders cosplay group from PAX Melbourne 2024! (Don’t we all look incredible?)

Amy; @/cos__moth

Shadow; @/renai.cos

Blaze; @/datpomx

Cream; @/ribbonyribbons

Tails; @/oujinomikoto

Sonic; Me!

📸; @/this.ignited.photography

[karagenki]

"I will NEVER give into fear! I have too many people depending on me to save the world!"

🤍🦔🌀💜😺🔥

Silver: karagenki

Blaze: madoka._chan on Instagram

Cosplay inspired by @darkhhhhhh 's redesign!

[netherdevil]

i met a cool ass blaze cosplayer not once, BUT TWICE. FIRST IN THE AUDITORIUM AND SECOND IN SONIC AFTERWARD. SONIC, THE FUCKING RESTAURANT. AND I GOT A CHILLI DOG. There were so many cool looking cosplayers and they all had big ass shadow plushies LMFAO AND THERE WAS THIS ONE DUDE WHO HAD THE MOST LORE ACCURATE EGGMAN COSPLAY EVER, IT WAS AMAZING

[cloud-kaiju]

A spooky Halloween piece and story I tried to do in one day!

Flash Fiction story below, apologies for any mistakes, it was done fast.

“Come on, you’re creepy, you’ve got to have something?”      

Indigo seemed to like being called creepy. The white haired goth girl beamed up at Mark, lavender eyes behind square glasses, dark leather clothes creaking as she crossed her arms. “Whaa-aaat? How’m I creepy?”    

“Well to start with you shot up like 4 cup sizes and down a foot last month.” He snorted, considering her short curvy frame, “How’d that happen anyway?”    

“Summoned a succubus.” She smirked.     

“Right,” The tall man rolled his eyes, “Well can you summon up a good costume for me? Want to really put the nightmares into people at the party, and stand out- and you are the best at custom clothes I know.”        

“Hmmm, I can, but in exchange for this pact, know that I will expect free rides from you.”     

He quirked an eyebrow, “As in uber or sexy, Miss succubus?”      

“Uh, I meant uber, you’re not really my type, but you never know.” She shrugged playfully, clapping her hands with excitement.     

“Sure, fine, alright, deal.”      

“Very well- the pact is sealed!” Indigo declared, waving her hands around dramatically, “You shall have a terrifying costume until midnight!”        

* * * * * *    

The pumpkin was hard to see out of. Mark Knight grumbled as he carefully wandered through the crowd, inflatable horse body nearly spilling some punch along the way. He felt plenty of eyes on him, cute girls dressed as nurses or cats, but with just two triangles to see out of the gourd he wore, he lacked the peripheral vision to interpret it as interest or mockery.     

“Thanks Indigo,” He grumbled gently. It was certainly a better costume than he could’ve pulled off alone, the cosplayer knew her stuff. But he wasn’t sure that a rough blazer, shirt, and bottom half of a pantomime horse could count as a really great Dullahan costume. He looked more like an awkward centaur, the back legs tied to his ankles so they flailed in sync with his actual legs.     

“AAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GHOULS AND GALS! HITTING THE WITCHING HOUR, SO TIME TO SHAKE YOUR STUFF!” The DJ roared from the rough stage of the large garden party, a hefty man dressed with a circle of drums around his back like a thunder god. Mark smirked at the sight, sipped a straw through his pumpkin helmet, before prancing into the throng, busting out an excellent moonwalk as soon as enough eyes settled on him. He glided back, painted shoes scraping off the patio, unti-     

BANG!    

“Cripes!” He squealed at the deafening sound of his costume popping, the back legs going limp and heavy immediately.      

“Whoops, sorry there!” A girl laughed, circling around him to reveal what might’ve been a dryad costume, studded with wooden spikes. “Guess you got staked Draculaaaa~!”    

“Urgh, it’s meant to be a dullahan- y’know, headless horseman!” Mark’s voice must have been muffled, because she was turning to strut between dancers before he even finished talking. Plenty of eyes followed her regardless. He watched too, through the narrow eye slits, before grunting and reaching up to the pumpkin.        

DONG! DONG! DONG!  

Some old bells must have been set up for ambience on Halloween. Mark grimaced as his chin caught, and the pumpkin felt hot, his breath catching in it. 

“Grurgh, come on, stupid thing!” He cursed, voice turning light as he pulled.      

DONG! DONG! DONG!     

Blue flames sputtered. His hair felt hot. His ears burned. Panic welled in Mark’s chest as sudden fire blazed in the pumpkin, he hopped and yanked, and finally ripped the pumpkin off his shoulders.  

His viewpoint wheeled, circling and spinning as the pumpkin came off his head, strawberry red hair licked around his vision, and he saw the strangest sight- a headless body in a cheap blazed, its neck grouting the same blue flame that flared from his pumpkin, its hands fumbling, grasping-    

“Oof!” Mark recoiled as he caught something round, heavy and hairy, and some hand grabbed the base of his head. “What th-”      

DONG! DONG! DONG!     

His strange view of his body barely registered before a sudden pain came in his rear. He winced, grimacing as his ears burned and slipped up his head, and his butt suddenly exploded. A mass of black nail destroyed his shoes, thick powerful legs tore out his trousers, and a second set of legs kicked backwards to tear through the deflated remains of the costume. Dark chestnut fur flared out to red flaring fluff around the hooves as he staggered back, a long crimson tail whipping out from the body of what appeared to be a draft horse beneath him.        

DONG! DONG! DONG!      

“Gaa- wha- I’m a- a headless horseman!?” He gasped, fumbling not to drop his head as each breath felt tighter- how was he even breathing, his nose and mouth weren’t connected to the blazing stump of his neck? Then, a crunch of discomfort as his waist seemed to narrow, mass shunting up to pop the buttons of his shirt as two hefty mammaries bounced and settled on his ribs.       

“Uh… think that’s a horse-woman, actually,” The dryad murmured, staring with wide eyes.  

Mark blinked, her now feminine face flushing as she cradled her head against the soft squishy chest, hooves stamping.    

* * * * *     

“Wha-aaat, I said it’d be a good costume till midnight?” The looming demon peered out of the cottage door.        

“YEAH- AND NOW LOOK AT ME!”  The Dullahan stamped her weighty hooves off the porch, then squeaked as her head tumbled off her neck again, barely catching it.         

The goat-like creature, an eight foot amazon with curling horns, familiar white hair, four exposed boobs and four clawed arms examined her with a playful shrug. “I did warn you, that was the pact- and Rosemary is very happy to have a new body.”      

“Rosemary? Tha- what?” Mark blinked at the echoing name, feeling a tug of familiarity.     

Indigo the succubus sighed, “Was a poor mare I was tending to. Passed away but I kept the spirit around, in case I could find a way to summon her a body. Your costume was a perfect opportunity, Miss Nightmare.”

She blushed, “Right but if that was a ghost horse, and I was a guy, why’d I get so… busty?”     

“Guess you were a bit girly too. They’re fun, huh?” Indigo grinned sharp fangs. “By the way… about our deal, how about a ride?”     

“I think you might be too big to carry.” Mary flicked her tail, “Is this big demon form what happened to your car?”      

“Yeah- and I wasn’t talking about that kind.”     

* * * * * * *     

Mary rolled her shoulders as she closed up the office. Halloween decorations for the party tomorrow adorned it’s edges and several of the cars, while her own bay was packed with hay, spare hooves, a couple of saddles and fire extinguishers. Not that they were needed today- Indigo had taught her to handle a human, if shapely, form eventually, and company policy dictated that she got to work a couple of shifts on calls to rest up for how many passenger’s she’d have tomorrow. People had been prebooking the cute dullahan Uber ride like crazy!       

But that was tomorrow. For tonight, there was time to get up to mischief, and spread some nightmares. The woman skipped slightly as she walked, freckly features grinning at dreams of scaring her friends. Until a small motion flicked in her peripheral in the streetlights, a flash of white and black fur. Mary squealed, darting back in surprise at the skunk, but it was only a cat, yellow eyes staring up as her head wobbled, then tumbled off her shoulders.     

BWOOMPH!     

In an instant, as usual, her tights and skirt were obliterated, shirt tearing open she turned huge centaur dullahan, and caught her head on heaving chest. 

“Dangit, those made my butt look cute.” Mary grumbled, mourning her clothes as she caught her breath. It wasn’t a big deal, she’d just switch to using the torn fabric as PJs- come midnight, they’d turn more gothic anyway, and it was always fun to see what strange get-up her curse decided a Dullahan ought to wear.      

“Happy Halloween.” She told the cat, before trotting home.      

[sweetness-pop]

My 20 Interspecies Couples In MothZilla Cosplay List! 🦖💗🦋

1) Vegeta x Bulma of Dragon Ball

2) Knuckles the Echidna x Rouge the Bat of Sonic the Hedgehog

3) Sly Cooper x Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper

4) Legosi x Haru of Beastars

5) Falco Lombardi x Katt Monroe of Star Fox

6) Ratchet x Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank

7) PaRappa Rappa x Sunny Funny of PaRappa the Rapper

8) BoyFriend x GirlFriend of Friday Night Funkin'

9) Spyro x Elora of Spyro

10) Klonoa x Lolo of Klonoa

11) Blitzø x Stolas of Helluva Boss

12) Silver the Hedgehog x Blaze the Cat of Sonic the Hedgehog

13) Toro Inoue x Jun Mihara of Doko Demo Issyo

14) Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie of Hazbin Hotel

15) Giroro x Natsumi Hinata of Keroro Gunso

16) Hunter x Bianca of Spyro

17) Guntz x Leorina of Klonoa

18) Kirby x Ribbon of Kirby

19) Tomoe x Nanami Momozono of Kamisama Hajimemashita

20) Shinra Kishitani x Celty Sturluson of Durarara!!

& ✨BONUS✨:

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Rocket Raccoon x Lylla the Otter of Marvel Comics

The GODZILLA (King of Kaiju) cosplayers 👑🦖:

1) Vegeta

2) Knuckles

3) Sly

4) Legosi

5) Falco

6) Ratchet

7) PaRappa

8) BF

9) Spyro

10) Klonoa

11) Blitzø

12) Silver

13) Toro

14) Charlie

15) Giroro

16) Hunter

17) Guntz

18) Kirby

19) Tomoe

20) Shinra

✨BONUS✨: Rocket

& The MOTHRA (Queen of Kaiju) cosplayers 👑🦋:

1) Bulma

2) Rouge

3) Carmelita

4) Haru

5) Katt

6) Talwyn

7) Sunny

8) GF

9) Elora

10) Lolo

11) Stolas

12) Blaze

13) Jun

14) Vaggie

15) Natsumi

16) Bianca

17) Leorina

18) Ribbon

19) Nanami

20) Celty

✨BONUS✨: Lylla

Yosh! In your opinion, & out of all of them, pretty please vision in your mind and choose which pair(s) would be the best Interspecies cosplayers as our KING & QUEEN of the MONSTERS! 👑🦖💖🦋👑

[mysandwichgiver]

OPINION

Our democracy is much more frail than Biden

by Will Bunch | Columnist

Published July 2, 2024, 12:04 p.m. ET

Do newspaper columnists know that democracy’s closer to death than Biden?

One of the first things they teach doctors in medical school is the imperfect but necessary art of triage, the technique used on a battlefield or during some other mass-casualty event to determine who is most gravely wounded and who needs immediate attention during a crisis when the system is overwhelmed, and clear-headed thinking will save lives.

Clearly, this is not something that is taught in journalism school.

Over the course of a remarkable weekend, I saw the best minds of my boomer generation destroyed by madness — newspaper columnists and other big shots convinced they were cosplayers in a real-world episode of The West Wing, saving America by giving chief of staff Leo McGarry the best words to convince an ailing President Bartlet that it’s time to step down.

The soft clacking of these keyboard commandos turned into a stampede as the nation’s pundits, its editorial-page poobahs, mega-rich but anonymous donors, and Democratic horse whisperers competed to outdo each other on The Daily Rip or in “the paper of record,” or wherever they thought the actual frail president, Joe Biden, might be paying attention.

Dropping names — Whitmer! Shapiro! Warnock! — like a groupie backstage at a heavy-metal concert, floating wildly implausible scenarios, stretching so hard for historical analogies that several probably blew out a hamstring, America’s pundit class managed to achieve a level of groupthink that surpassed the brainwashers of The Manchurian Candidate. All argued that for the good of the country he loves, Biden — hoarse, barely audible, and visibly confused a few times during Thursday’s Atlanta presidential debate — must immediately end his candidacy.

Meanwhile, in the actual America that less resembles The West Wing than the disaster flick Don’t Look Up, two comets simultaneously bore down on America in the hours leading up to its 248th — and possibly last — birthday as a democratic republic.

First, there is Donald Trump — desperate to avoid his sentencing for his 34 felony convictions, firing off racist insults about “Black jobs” and “bad Palestinians,” and carrying around a 900-page blueprint for American dictatorship called Project 2025 — streaking into the cosmic void of our troubled republic.

Meanwhile, don’t look up but a thoroughly corrupt and compromised Supreme Court is blazing a second trail toward American autocracy. In a flurry of body punches over the last several days, the nation’s highest court gutted the federal government’s ability to regulate fat-cat corporate polluters or stock swindlers, but said poor folks who sleep outside because there’s nowhere else to go can be arrested. Then, with a fierce right hook, it issued a 6-3 partisan ruling that will help Trump — who appointed three of them — evade justice while placing all future presidents above the law.

Justice Sonia Sotomayor, one of the three liberal naysayers, read her blistering minority opinion from the bench Monday morning, arguing that the court’s finding that a president performing official acts can be immune from criminal prosecution “effectively creates a law-free zone around the president, upsetting the status quo that has existed since the founding.” She ended with the words, “with fear for our democracy, I dissent.”

I wish Justice Sotomayor had the bandwidth and the energy to work a second shift as editorial page editor at one of our major newspapers.

At Time magazine (yes, it still exists), the cover of its new issue contained just one word, “Panic” — not at the prospect of an American dictator with the seeming power to have the military assassinate his enemies, but at Biden’s health. At the New York Times (yes, it still exists), an editorial board that considered it pointless, or whatever, to call for Trump to leave the race after those 34 felony convictions — as well as the civil rape and financial fraud verdicts and the two impeachments and three other pending indictments — made its grand pronouncement that it’s Biden who must go. Other papers jumped on the bandwagon, including the swing state Atlanta Journal-Constitution, which in the 1950s and ‘60s won Pulitzers for its courage in taking on Southern racists before deciding instead to appeal to their grandchildren.

And look, I’m not going to argue that Biden’s health is not an issue. His debate performance was troubling, but I also think those of us determined not to see Donald Trump become president again should take a deep breath — even if that’s not the clickbait headline that many are eager to write. Biden needs to do more to assure the public about his energy level, and we also need to see the polls. Any decision should be based on the paramount thing — the thing that should be getting 72-point headlines: stopping dictatorship. As Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson wrote Monday in her dissent, this is a “five-alarm fire that threatens to consume democratic self-governance.”

The power of Monday’s dissents by Jackson and Sotomayor form quite the contrast with the speculative flights of fancy about a brokered convention in Chicago, which, it’s worth noting, have largely come from white male boomer types. Many Black and brown and female voices, on the other hand, are urging Biden to stay as the only realistic hope — warts and all — of beating Trump in November. Maybe people who in one way or another know the horror of being treated as a second-class citizen understand the risk of dictatorship in a way that white dudes who’ve always been OK do not.

Most journalists want to be seen as savvy (or not naïve, essentially the same thing) and influential. Many editorial writers and columnists are still hurting from the fact that Trump was elected in 2016 with zero major print endorsements. They think calling for Trump to drop out would make them look foolish now that the Republican Party has devolved into a dangerous cult. But a demand for Biden to drop out might actually happen — so that’s savvy, right?

Except maybe the dangerous cult is the more important crisis, especially when it carries a printed guide to dictatorship and holds six justices in its back pocket. To focus on the actual threat we are facing, I wish America’s top pundits would spend less time watching reruns of The West Wing and maybe pick up a copy of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.

The reality of what’s happening in July 2024 — that an authoritarian-minded president, with help from a politicized and unethical Supreme Court, is on track to lead a nation where all power is being vested in him, his MAGA movement, and the corporate polluters — is THE story, and Biden’s health is a subplot in that drama. The current president is walking slowly, but it’s the American Experiment that’s on a ventilator. Journalists aren’t doing their job: performing basic triage and focusing on the sickest patient in the room. With fear for our democracy, I dissent.

[apuzzledude]

The 'MCM London Comic-Con 2024' Experience

(Practice 1: Developing Ideas)

Last Saturday, I had attended MCM London Comic-Con 2024 with a friend (who I'll refer to as Nat throughout this blog post). Nat had flown from Japan to study internationally in Ireland, and from October 21 - 26h, she temporarily stayed with me and my mom, as she was wishing to experience a taste of London's culture for herself. As it turns out, she was also interested in checking out the convention in person, and if last year's edition taught me anything, is that attending Comic-Con with friends is noticeably more fun and memorable than going solo!

Upon collecting our badges to enter the convention, me and Nat went over a relatively short list of activities and events that caught our interests. The first thing we did was locate the Creator's Pavilion booth for a singer / voice actress that my friend was excited to meet: Elsie Lovelock, the singing voice for Charlie in the pilot episode of Hazbin Hotel! And it was on our way to find her booth that I noticed Nat's gazing in awe at everything surrounding us inside the convention: the flashy booths, the cosplayers expressing their passion for the characters they were dressed up as; I was reminded then that Comic-Con is at its best when experienced as a community, be it with friends who are eager to check out the various merchandise booths, many of which selling rare items that had long been out-of-print / sold out from popular entertainment retailers (i.e.: Forbidden Planet, HMV); or a fandom meeting in person to express their love for any given series, sometimes re-enacting iconic moments, goofing around and tell jokes that'd only make sense between fans with the required context, and generally be open to others about a series that means a great deal to them.

The latter was exactly what happened after Nat and I met Elsie Lovelock, as we temporarily split up so I'd go to the Professor Layton fanmeet ( https://www.instagram.com/laytonmeetuk/ ), and she would go to meet other fellow Jujutsu Kaisen fans. The fanmeet's hosts had gifted me with a few fun Layton-themed goodies, such as a print of one of the puzzles from the second game, a 1-year anniversary sticker of the fanmeet's inception, a "hint coin", a crosswords game... and the dreaded chain puzzle. One day, I'll give it a go, but that time isn't now... or tomorrow-

Next up, autograph time! For me, definitely one of the highlights of the MCM Comic-Con experience every year. Usually, with their rotating line-up of renowned actors and voice actors alike, I find myself picking one or two guests to meet in person and request an autograph from (though with this year's selection, I was tempted to go for a third, but ultimately didn't go for it). This year, I was most excited to meet Erica Schroeder and AJ Michalka.

Erica Schroeder was the original voice actress for Blaze the Cat, a recurring secondary character in the Sonic The Hedgehog games. Sonic Rush was her introductory game, released on the Nintendo DS in 2005, where she shared the spotlight with Sonic as one of the game's two main characters.

This game being my introduction to the Sonic series when I was only 5 years-old, I was mesmerised by its Y2K-inspired aesthetics, the insane sense of speed you'd get from boosting across the 2D levels as either Sonic or Blaze, the satisfaction from consistently pulling off high scores with stylish moves during said high-octane gameplay; just to name a few factors. Chief among them, the characterisation of Blaze, her design, her dialogue and her powers. She's a more mellowed out character compared to the rest of the Sonic cast at that time, who's not as cold as she seems when first meeting other characters like Sonic or Cream, but still acing it in the coolness department with her pyrokinesis abilities (and the fact she runs on heels at all times, the absolute madlass). Since then, I've considered her as my favourite character in the series, so imagine my hype when I learned that she'd be attending MCM London Comic-Con this year!

It was settled then: I had to have her sign my Blaze action figure, boxed in its original packaging. Since I've already been collecting Sonic action figures for over a year, I had a separate Blaze figure out of its box prior to the announcement, but decided to buy a second one because... why not! But preserving it in its original packaging, because action figure collectors like me sometimes have a bizarre fascination with displaying a select few of them on the shelf, in their original packaging. All that said, meeting Erica herself was a short but delightful experience!

As for AJ Michalka, she had voiced what, I feel, was one of the most well-written characters in recent media: Catra in the 2018 reboot of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. Hopefully I can give a brief explanation without giving away significant spoilers, so... maybe skip this next section if you're planning to watch the show in your own time.

Throughout the majority of the show's five seasons and 52 episodes, Catra serves as the main antagonist, constantly thwarting Adora's plans after the two (who were once best friends) have a fallout in the first episode. However, halfway through the show up until its final episodes, Catra is revealed to be a deeply traumatised character, secretly longing for the approval of her friends and superiors, but masking it under an arrogantly confident tyrant persona, as she believes that achieving the Horde's goals will earn her the respect and care she's been denied since childhood, after the emotional abuse she's consistently endured all her life. All this while convincing herself that Adora doesn't really care for her, when multiple times throughout the show, it's evident she does worry about Catra. Between seasons 4 and 5, that's when all the inner suffering, trauma and anguish resurfaces on Catra's psique, and this is when she starts realising the errors of her ways, learning that the Horde wouldn't heal the emotional scars that they inflicted on her. But the gripping writing wouldn't have worked nearly as well, if it weren't for AJ Michalka's impeccable vocal performance, whether she's being delightfully snarky confronting Adora and her crew (so much so that "Heyyy Adora" is essentially her signature catchphrase) or delivering one of Catra's gut-wrenching vents whenever her character reaches a boiling point.

All this to say... AJ was a wonderful person to chat for a few minutes with, and I was giddy to have her sign on my own piece of Catra fanart (illustrated below), that I had printed specifically for this occasion.

After all that, the rest of my time with Nat at the convention was exploring as many booths as we could, before she had to leave to the coach station. Last Saturday was definitely one of my all-time favourite Comic-Con experiences, and I'm already hyped up for the next one!

[coffdropcos]

Despite the fact that my tumblr is dead the sonic fandom is alive here so I thought I might post one of my tik toks as closet cosplay Amy Rose

[artistotaku91]

Litchi’s Cosplayers is back and Blaze as Millia Rage, continuing with Guilty Echidna art series.^^

[purpleoctocosplay]

15th May 2023 - Brushed on some colour to the ears for my Blaze cosplay! I used eyeshadow and blush for this.

[Character]: Blaze the Cat

[Series]: Sonic the Hedgehog

[Wig]: CosCraft - Grace in Pearly Purple

[Ears]: Amazon

[airmanisr]

Haunted Harley (sadness) by James H. Via Flickr: Taken during the "Harley Flash Mob" photo-shoot. The cosplayer (Cat) said that she calls this version of Harley as "Haunted Harley" and I kind of went with that creepy vibe. Lots of filters were used to create the atmosphere I wanted as the sun was blazing down on all of us. Cosplayer: Gym Kitty Cosplay

[voidoutbt]

Neko Higgs

Higgs x Sam headcanon, GoldenBridges fictional scene.

Higgs has a new costume and Sam slowly warms up to Higgs advances. Implied smut.

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Sam approached the delivery terminal and was about to take on some new orders, when a BRIDGES porter approached him. "Hey Sam, this came in for you. Doesn't say who it's from." A large box sat in front of him. There were no discernible markings on it apart from a 'Fragile' sticker, and a hand scrawled note stating 'For Sam, X' in black ink on the top. Sam frowned and scratched his head in bewilderment, he wasn't expecting anything. What made this really odd was that the box was made of cardboard, a rarity these days as it was not timefall resilient like the metal cargo cases.

Sam walked around it, unsure whether to open it in case it was a bomb. Suddenly a strange meowing noise came from inside, along with a scratching of something against it. Sam was taken aback, "What the...!" was there a live animal inside? He was about to lift one of the lid flaps, when suddenly the box burst open from the top. Sam jumps back defensively and stares.

Higgs bursts out of the box. He is wearing a little crop top, a short skirt, cat ears, tail and fluffy paws. He winks suggestively, "Nyaaan Sammy! 😸 Surprise!" posing in a cute way. Sam stands flabbergasted, mouth slightly open. Higgs looked like a cross between a Japanese school girl and a neko (cat girl). Sam would have laughed under any other circumstances but he had to admit to himself, Higgs actually looked rather cute, the kitty style oddly suited him. The way the top hugged his slim figure, showing hint of a nipple ring under, the skirt bulging at the front, and the ears and paws... Well they were just plain adorable. Higgs posed, waiting for a response, "Well Sammy, what do ya think? The Cosplayer made it for me! Isn't it great!" Sam cleared his throat and mumbled quietly "Cute." Higgs grinned widely like The Cheshire cat, "Ah Sammy-Boy, I heard you were feelin' down, so thought I would surprise you and make you feel better! How about we go warm up with this bottle of Timefall Farm champagne? It's damn cold in this!" Sam could see that from the way his nipples were poking out through the cropped top.

Sam considers for a moment before sighing and walking back to the lift. Higgs whined "Saaaam wait! Can...You carry me? I'm cold and I can't get out of the box!" He batted his long eyelashes and pouted dramatically. Sam rolled his eyes and grunted, stomping back over and going to throw Higgs over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, but Higgs stops him, a hand lingering on his chest." Not like that, this skirt is very short!" He leans in and whispers in Sam's ear, Sam instinctively tries to move back but the hand on his chest grips his porter suit to stop him from doing so "... And I'm not wearing anything underneath!" Sam's heart skips a beat, why is he already regretting this? And yet, he is somehow not surprised by what Higgs just said. He coughs, trying to hide the effect it had on him.

Higgs grins wildly as he pulls back, his eyes blazing, obviously noticing. Sam avoids eye contact. Higgs slides an arm over Sam's shoulder, and Sam wraps one arm around his torso, the other under his bare knees, hoisting him up into his arms. Higgs gushes, one hand on Sam's chest still " Oh my hero!" Sam frowns, glad there are no other BRIDGES staff around "Shut up Higgs.", carrying him over to the lift.

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Headcanon inflamed/Inspired by @limas-art and @astrandofgold kitty Higgs recent art!

@pandoratriestowritestuff @samfrancis94 you may like this too 😉

🖤💛🖤

[karagenki]

"You fought with me to save the world... I wouldn't know what to do without you!" 🤍🌀💜🔥

Silver: karagenki

Blaze: madoka._chan on Instagram

Cosplay inspired by @darkhhhhhh 's redesign!

[orochimochi]

@sweetdevilprince did an AMAZING job making nyanbo heads!! Blaze: @sweetdevilprince Kuro: me #colossalcon #cosplay #cosplayer #nyanbo #anime #weeaboo #cat #nyanboard #blaze #kuro #wildblack #にゃんぼー #くろねこ #ねこ #かわいい (at Kalahari Resorts)