#D&D vulpin

[balmungkriemhild]

late to foxgirl friday but oh well _(：3 」∠ )_ Hiyamei's design looked better with pants so I decided to give her pants and make a sorta coherent reference of her outfit.

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[pocketyhat-doodles]

Was trying something with painting, so have an Akira I rly wanna develop a specific painting style, but I think I need to mess around with brushes and fix them to feel more comfy

[adarlingmess]

Wen and Min, Yanmei's little ones 🦊👦🦊👧

[shadowdaddies]

Being mated to Azriel/Cassian/Nesta. Az and Cass are away, visiting some Illyrian camps, and whenever they are away, you all have agreed that you’re free use for Nesta?

hii thank you for the request, I've been slow with them lately and hating everything I write but I hope you like this! I got carried away here

Mine All Mine

Nesta x f!Reader smut (ft. Cassian and Azriel)

warnings: pure smut, free use, oral f!receiving, masturbation, gagging/toys, d/s dynamics

“Be good for us while we’re gone, sweetheart,” Cassian purred, flashing a roguish grin that forced heat to your cheeks under his gaze.

Azriel leaned in, arms wrapping you in a gentle embrace as his lips brushed yours, the tender moment at odds with the words that followed.

“She’ll be good, Cassian. Our girl knows she is solely responsible for Nesta’s pleasure while we’re away.” His voice maintained its smooth calmness, but the shadowsinger’s grin turned vulpine as a scarred finger curled under your chin. “You’ll take care of Nesta while we’re gone, won’t you, angel?”

It was an agreement the four of your had as mates. While Cassian and Azriel were gone, you were responsible for Nesta’s pleasure, and she for yours. She could take you at any time she wanted to get what she needed from you, and you relinquished complete control over your own pleasure to her.

You nodded at Azriel, embarrassed at the rush of heat that built between your thighs at his words. Two sets of hazel eyes simmered with desire at the scent of your arousal drifting through the room. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, lower lip tugged between your teeth.

Cassian was the first to break the tension, clearing his throat before mumbling something about being late to their meeting in Windhaven. Azriel slowly drew his finger from your chin, his intense gaze as he did so sending a shiver down your spine.

“We will see you very soon, angel,” he promised, the side of his lip curving to show a dimple before the two Illyrians disappeared through the door, the sound of their wings beating as they took off echoing through the air.

The house instantly felt empty, a restlessness settling over you at the quiet. Your mind drifted to the things Nesta would do to you when she returned home - the ways she would use you for her pleasure, push you to the limits of your own - and slick dampened your thighs, core clenching around nothing.

Face flushed, you shook the shameful thoughts from your mind in favor of distraction. A book caught your eye, resting on the couch in front of the fireplace in invitation. 

Picking up the novel, you collapsed against the soft cushions before peering at the cover. It must have been one of Nesta’s books, a Sellyn Drake novel like those she’d been trying to get you to read for awhile now. 

Pulling a throw pillow under your head, you flipped open the book, quickly finding yourself lost in the story. You had no idea how long you’d been reading when the two main characters found themselves in an inn with only one bed to share. You read of hands slipping between thighs, light teasing touches, gasps at the exquisite pleasure being exchanged.

You found that heat building between your own thighs once again, desire making it difficult to focus on the book. Tugging your lip between your teeth, you set the novel to the side, freeing your hands to explore.

Brushing your nipples through your shirt, you mewled with need when your hand drifted lower, featherlight touches teasing yourself as you slipped beneath the waistband of your pants. 

“Enjoying the book, pet?” a familiar voice drawled from the doorway, sending a chill down your spine and halting your movements. Your wide eyes flicked to where Nesta leaned by the wall, arms crossed and silver eyes glowing with amusement.

Breathless, you watched her stride toward you on long legs, her leathers hugging her curves. “Which part were you reading?” she murmured, limbs stretching across the couch as her body settled over yours.

Nesta’s hands pulled your own from where it rested on your lower abdomen, her eyes focused keenly on you while you stumbled through the plot of the book. Just as you began to recount the scene at the inn, Nesta popped your fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking fervently while she nodded for you to continue.

Somehow managing to breathe out the steamy details to Nesta - despite her lips around your fingers, hips grinding against yours while she straddled you - you loosed a sigh of relief when she relented her efforts in favor of releasing you. 

Standing for only a moment, Nesta stripped off her pants and turned away from you, showing off her perfect ass as she did. You started to lean forward, eager to meet Nes where she stood, but the female clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Lay back, love. Stay still for me,” Nesta purred, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she settled above your face. The scent of her arousal was dizzying, the need to please her consuming your thoughts.

As though she could sense your desperation, Nesta hummed a “good girl” before sinking down onto you. Slick core pressed against your nose, her clit perched perfectly atop your mouth for your tongue to flick out against the swollen bud.

Her hips rolled against you on instinct, a soft moan escaping Nesta’s lips at your mouth on her. “Just like that, pet,” she breathed, hands pulling your still-soaked digits towards your heat. “Touch yourself while I read this.”

Picking up your book, Nes began to read the scenes you described, her wetness growing and spreading sloppily across your face as you ate her out. One hand wrapped around her waist, encouraging the rhythm of her hips against your lips, while the other followed her directions to your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your legs jerk against the couch in ecstasy. 

You felt Nesta’s core clench, her hips shaking as she moaned your name, dropping the book when her orgasm rocked through her. The scent of her invaded your senses, weight settling fully over you as you released muffled cries against her warm center, your own high crashing into you. 

Panting for air, you sighed with relief and longing at the loss of her heat on your face. Eyes struggled to focus, finally finding Nesta’s gaze on yours as she lifted your fingers to her mouth once more and licked your release clean.

“I need more,” Nes nearly growled, a wolfish grin formed on her full lips. “I’m not done with you tonight,” she promised, heat dancing in her eyes like flame when her hand wrapped around your wrist. “Come with me.”

You followed dutifully back up to your bedroom, stripping as directed before laying back on the mattress and watching Nesta undress. 

“I got something new for us, love. To use when the boys are gone,” she explained, rifling through her nightstand before pulling out a strap with a dildo attached to the end. But this one was different from Nesta’s strap; it was simple and black with one buckle around the back.

Sensing your confusion, Nesta grinned wickedly. “This one is for you to wear, sweet girl,” she purred, bare hips straddling your own as she lifted the toy to your mouth to demonstrate. “If that’s okay,” she amended, laughing when you eagerly nodded and lifted your head for her to secure the gag.

“So good for me,” Nesta cooed, golden brown hair falling down in a curtain around her as she smiled down at you. “I just need you to lay there and take it for now.”

Hips settled over the toy perched on your mouth, Nesta’s puffy center spreading her slick over the tip before sinking down. You moaned through the gag at the sight, your mate filled up and bending over to hover your core. Gentle hands spread your thighs before Nesta dove in without warning, tongue making wicked movements against your clit as she began bouncing up and down on your face.

Helpless moans and squeals escaped you, sounds drowned out by the toy covering your face. “Just wait and see, love, what I have in store for us this week,” Nesta moaned, perked nipples brushing your stomach. “This is only the beginning.”

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Disguises: Part Two

This is part two of an ongoing series. Read part one here!

“D-debt?” You managed to stutter out. “I don’t want to give you debt. My God.”

Dropping to the ground, you pressed your brow to the cold shrine floor. Years of neglect had covered it with dust and dirt. The musty and sour odor that moved through the air made you almost retch. How had it gotten this bad?

“Indeed, Dear Follower.” The kitsune gave a short bow. Small orbs of light floated around the creature, displaying images of you, but the perspective slightly shifted to show the perspective the Old God had taken. 

“You were so selfless in your actions.” They pointed upward, tails thrashing.  “However, giving me back my gifts could be considered rude.” They licked some rice residue off their hand, fangs grazing the inside of their wrist.

Then, they casually waved a hand as if they were shooing away an annoying insect, their nose turned up as if they could smell the rot of the shrine. Maybe they could, with their vulpine nose, but you didn’t dare point it out.

“But I am an Old Being and you have provided me with a valuable thing.” They walked restlessly in a circle around you, tails thrashing and hips swaying in an odd gait. Bare feet and toes spread out across the floors, as if not having felt them in years.

“So, let me show you what happens to those who give a god a bit of pleasure.”

All at once, jewelry found itself on your neck and wrists. Layers of clothes wrapped around you until you could barely move your arms. Lavish and indulgent food dropped from the ceiling on silver and gold plates, spilling onto the floor in an unappealing mush.

“w-wait!” You cried out. “There’s no need for all of this!”

Then, you fell to the floor, and realized that you were still wearing the humble robe and slippers you’d come in with. 

“Are you rejecting my gifts once more, Dear Follower?” They pulled out a flamboyant fan and waved it toward their face.

“N-no, I’m just saying they aren’t needed for me.” You kneeled in front of the being, head bowed. “Surely there Is a more… Practical way?”

The fan snapped closed.

“You are a tricky one to puzzle out.” The kitsune confessed, hands on their knees as they looked down at you, brows raised. “A humble life is fine, but surely you’d like… something to show your status?”

“My what?”

“Oh, the first follower of the Old Gods would become their bride!” They waved the fan dismissively. "Title. Not tied to any specific gender. Old politics."

"But first! We need followers!"

"Wait!" You managed to shout.

To be continued....

[sluggooooo]

me first post here uh hello

made @radiant-vulpine 's wing ding man but in 3d

an d also this monstrosity

[chirpycloudyrobin]

"Saving one person is child's play. Saving the world is as hard as reaching the Heavens."

Do I press forward? Or run away?

"... back when he made the decision, he fully understood the situations that he had to face."

...although he thought that his heart was like a stone, in the end, he was still human, not some emotionless grass or plant.

In which I make connections between MDZS' Wei Wuxian and Honkai Star Rail's Jiaoqiu solely because both are pretty much my blorbos. I'll start off with the easiest connections and I will inevitably end up making the longest of reaches so come along for the ride ! :D

Contains spoilers ahead for both Mo Dao Zu Shi and Honkai Star Rail ~ Be warned :3

The quickest and easiest connections are the most surface-level ones. Both characters are attributed with the colour red (or shades/variants of), foxes, and spice.

Jiaoqiu is a Foxian, an in-game humanoid species with vulpine (fox-like) features, Wei Wuxian has been connected with foxes by the fanbase (see: popular fox!Xian and dragon!Ji type fanfics)

Both characters favour spicy dishes, so spicy that no other person could withstand their spice tolerance. For Wei Wuxian, canonically it's because he grew up eating spicy dishes. For Jiaoqiu, trauma numbed his sense of taste and only the spiciest dishes could make him feel alive for the first time (see: Jiaoqiu Character Story III)

Jiaoqiu's in-game abilities' aesthetic is also based heavily around the Yuanyang Hotpot, where the hotpot resembles the yinyang symbol and one of the broths involved is a spicy broth.

Their character designs feature the colour red as a significant colour. (Jiaoqiu's in-game abilities, top, fan, and phone case; Wei Wuxian's hair ribbons and clothing accents [and his powers in the donghua])

Yes, I do completely admit that my brain went "omg jiaoqiu = wwx" when I saw that Jiaoqiu was a fox connected to red and spices. What can you do?

For a while, the connection stayed that way: Surface-level and with a bit of reach. But now Jiaoqiu has been released, we can see his Character Stories, and we've seen him in action in-game !

Our Foxes and their Wish to Help

The biggest and most important shared character trait they have is their dedication to helping/saving other people. Some people call this a "saviour or hero complex" in regards to Wei Wuxian, but that's just not what it is. I'll explain.

This lifelong dedication is not something you can immediately see at first glance. Both Wei Wuxian and Jiaoqiu look and feel like the archetypal trickster character with their pleasant smiles, natural charisma, and that vague sense of 'hey maybe this guy may have something planned but we don't know what'. Wei Wuxian is definitely seen by others as a lax troublemaker, while Jiaoqiu has been described in his introductory blurb as "greeting people with a smile on his face and a scheme in his heart".

They're both devious little trolls ! In the Primaveral Swordsage Event, Jiaoqiu literally slipped laxatives to IPC workers so March 7th can win and if that isn't the most Wei Wuxian thing ever then I don't know what is.

But as you go through their stories, you realise that beneath all that is a soul who just really wants to help people. Jiaoqiu walked a different path from his Alchemy Commission family to become a combat medic because "it is ultimately not compatible with my wish to practice medicine for the masses" (Character Story I). Wei Wuxian risked his already shaky position in the gentry to save the Wen Remnants who have been condemned by the rest of their society.

Both are also well-acquainted with the phrase "no good deed goes unpunished".

Jiaoqiu watched so many of his patients walk directly back to their death after saving them that he literally had to quit practicing medicine. Each death whittled away at his heart piece by piece until he was left questioning his purpose as a healer.

Wei Wuxian stuck with his decision to help the Wens until the very end. He died reviled by the Cultivation World and people still curse his name over a decade after his death. The very people he risked it all for are also gone, save for two.

The tragedy of their lives are intrinsically connected with their entirely selfless desire to help others, especially since they both have the skills to do so and, in Wei Wuxian's case, because no one else wanted to do so.

The difference between the two of them is how they coped after their respective tragedies. Jiaoqiu ended up pretty jaded by the war he went through and quit practicing medicine. In his words, "Those I saved only ended up as another dead soul when they dived head-in back into the battlefield." His retirement doesn't last long though. He was then approached to become his General's healer and he accepted. Despite it all, he still wants to help. His heart is terribly broken, but even it couldn't squash his innate wish to help and heal.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian is introduced and he immediately jumps into saving a couple of strangers. A couple of teens, because he had the assets to do so and because no one else was around who could. And he continues to help even after the contract that brought him back was fulfilled because he can and he wanted to. He went out of his way to help those who he thought hated and condemned him because that's just who he is.

They don't go around helping people because they want to be the hero. They aren't looking for any kind of glory or prize for all their efforts. They just happen to be people who want to contribute to the betterment of the world. They both feel that they do this best by helping where they can. They're not reckless or neglectful of themselves. Jiaoqiu left when it became too much for him, Wei Wuxian exhausts all possible avenues first before he goes for the last resort. Their perceived mistakes and losses weigh down on them by the time the audience meets them.

This dedication is their biggest asset and at some point became their worst detriment. Wei Wuxian's story is finished and we know it ends in a hopeful note despite all the losses and heartbreaking revelations. Jiaoqiu's story is still ongoing and I can only hope that my boy gets the happy ending he deserves :(

Smaller Connections

Jiaoqiu and Wei Wuxian have a few more traits they share !

They're both good with kids ! Wei Wuxian is pretty fond of the juniors and they are very fond of him right back. Jiaoqiu's interactions with the younger characters are soft and cute, and they fuss over him as much as he fusses over them !

They're both inventive lil dudes ! Wei Wuxian's inventions have improved the quality of night hunts by the time he is summoned into Mo Xuanyu's body. Jiaoqiu has been mentioned to continuously improve upon his family's medicinal formula while in the midst of war and his medicines have been described to be "unusual but profoundly effective". His Character Story I has an old man say "Others can hardly even invent a few decent medicines in their lifetimes, yet a single day is all you need to achieve that and more." in regards to his medicines

They both don't like plain foods because they're "boring". Though Jiaoqiu's may just be a side effect of his diminished sense of taste from trauma.

BONUS: They both have a quieter companion who are perceived by others as "cold and distant" and are known to be particularly clean and tidy.

So, that's it ! :D This is literally me peddling my WWX-IS-JIAOQIU-AND-VICE-VERSA agenda for funsies ~

[cool-jpgs-of-wizards-with-swords]

adding a blatantly OP familiar summon option to my d&d game. It's a flame elemental with vulpine appearance. gets all sorts of overpowered abilities. when prompted by the players why anyone would pick another familiar i'll simply reply well your best option is just changing to firefox.

[goldenteddie]

hi! im vulpine im a queer, neurodivergent, and disabled artist.

uh. so long story short, I’m meant to be going on a flight/trip to visit family really soon and there’s been Multiple surprise expenses. now all of these are covered, as far as I’m aware, but they are still taking a LOT out of savings. so I’m posting some links to ways you can donate cause getting some of the money back would be really helpful and VERY appreciated,, reblogs are also appreciated but do please remember to not to tag as d*nation, etc, etc because tumblr hates that apparently (also why links are censored jic you’re not aware)

(note: the first two links belong to my partner because i can not access my own accounts at this time, but we live in the same household so it’s all going to the same place)

p*yapal ; /JoMJM

k*-fi ; saladkitty

c*shapp ; $goldenteddie

thank you for your time!

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY x Y/N (modern au) part 1.5 (Luffy's pov)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

(cw: modern au, camming, onlyfans, mma!luffy, food mention, mutual masturbation)

Originally Requested by @anemptypuddingcup (don't request anything from me unless you want a four part series, apparently 😂)

(a/n: it's giving...percy jackson)

Songs: "sloppy" by KING MALA, "Walk Backwards" by Maude Latour

Summary: Luffy's pov from when he first did a show with reader, and then meets her later in the coffeeshop.

words: 1.6k

***

She’s giggling at the camera, sweet face lit by a cherry-pink light. “I like your emoji,” she clicks around on her computer, biting a pouty bottom lip. “S’cute.”

Luffy is lying in a scratchy hotel bed, trying to rub one out before he has to leave for the night. Press is coming to a close, but there’s a couple more appearances he has to make for this week’s match.

You’re cute

He types back. She flirts a bit more, eyes glittering at the camera. She’s too far away to see what color they are. She’s interesting, and cute.

He sends a tip.

“Holy shit,” she curses under her breath, obviously not used to such a large tip. He grins, happy to make a camgirl’s day. Especially since she’s so sweet. He wonders if she tastes like candy.

“Thanks, king!”

He blushes, in real life, pleasure coursing through him at the nickname. He pushes himself up higher on the bed. Oh, I think I like her.

Let’s go to a show :)

***

She slips the robe off her shoulders, standing as she faces away from the camera. Dark brown hair tumbles down her back, messy and unbrushed. Her spine curves in a vulpine arch, as she looks over her shoulder dusted with a suntan.

“Like it?” She asks coyly, teasing the robe just under her ass. She bounces it, a little.

Luffy groans, biting his lip. He palms his half-hard cock through his boxers, before tugging his thumb under the waistband to kick them off.

Love it

(He types with one hand.)

His other goes to stroke his cock, eyes flicking around the screen to find where he can share his cam. He thumbs at the head of his cock, waiting for the screen to load.

“There you are!” She chirps happily as she sits back down. Her tits bounce as she lands. She flicks her eyes up to the camera, heated and glittering, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

And, he assumes, she does.

She rakes her eyes up and down the screen, as if she’s really drinking him in. She looks hungry, and he laughs. Heat is blooming beneath his core, teasing out more and more with each lazy stroke of his fist.

“I like your hands,” she says nonchalantly, reaching over to pick something up from offscreen. He blushes a little, fist stuttering in its movements. He swallows, and restarts his rhythm.

“Thanks,” he says, seeing her bring a dildo into frame. She teases it with her tongue, running the strawberry tip up and down from the base.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” She asks, pausing her movements as if she really needs an answer. He huffs out a shaky laugh.

“Yeeaa-ah,” he groans.

She smiles, tapping the silicone tip against her cheek. “Cool,” her smile turns genuine, “I like giving blowjobs.”

He believes her, as he watches her take the dick down her throat. She fucks her face, matching the pace he fucks his own fist with. Her mouth is stretched out like a sugared peach ring, her tongue slipping out to sloppily lick up the shaft again. She moans, and headily, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling.

Whoa—did it really feel that good?

“D-does it feel good, baby?” He speeds up his strokes, clearing his throat as he watches her smile.

“Mhmmm,” she hums out through a mouthful of cock. He groans, feeling precum start to drool from his tip. She kisses the head of her toy. “Tastes good,” she whines, shimmering in her deviousness. She jiggles her tits again, and Luffy lets out a loud moan. He lets go of his swelling cock to brush his hair out of his face.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” he moans, letting his head fall back against the headboard. He bucks up into his hand, and she gasps a little. She flicks her tongue in and out against the silicone shaft.

She pretends to deep throat it—and he needs more.

“C-can you deepthroat it?”

She winks shyly at the camera—she can "try"—and now she actually shoves it down the beginning of her throat. He gasps, twitching in his own hand. He speeds up. She gags but it’s so hot when she does and then she’s slapping the cock against her cheek. God he wishes he could touch her. Soft, supple skin and thick curves with a fucking ass, and—

“What do you do?”

She blinks up at the camera, eyes wide and innocent. She’s bouncing up and down.

Luffy mutters something, dirty and unintelligible. She asked him what job he does?

“Ah, I’m an MMA fighter,” he feels his own cheeks heating, as he lays off his cock for a moment. It’s aching and hard, blushing red and dripping pre.

“What about you?”

Dumb question, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Besides this?” She absentmindedly touches her hair, changing the style as she gets comfortable. He misses this—these in between moments that get cut out in recorded porn.

She lists a million things she does, and Luffy sweats. He’s already close to cumming, and he wants to get back at it. She sounds busy as fuck, though.

“Can I see that ass again?”

She stands up, happy he asked, and squeezes her own ass for him to watch.

She jiggles up and down, her body moving subtly and softly, hot as the sun, and Luffy’s moaning out and stroking harder, bucking his hips as he cums and cums and cums all over his twitching body. He pants heavily, wanting more. She wants him to favorite her, apparently, as he picks up his phone to show his face.

“Already did!” He grins, giggling at the screen. She’s staring at his face, now. Openmouthed.

She looks pretty that way.

He wants to fill her up, to see that mouth stretched around his cock for real. “Um,” he hears himself say, “Wanna hang out?”

“Sure!” She chirps like a songbird and sits down.

Luffy wants more.

“Read my tarot again,” he says, feeling warm, “And let me know what it’ll take to go on a date with you.”

***

And then, and then, after—

He sees her.

At the coffeeshop. Like a meetcute in one of Sanji’s mangas. She’s wearing her long, autumn hair down, framing a blank and unmade-up face.

He gulps.

Now or never.

He pulls out his phone, having followed her performer account on insta. She had sighed happily and brushed off his talk of a date, pulling cards about professionalism and safety. And, of course, love. She’d blushed red as heat when she pulled the “lover” card.

***

“Um,” she says, “Here’s the Lovers, upright. Which usually signifies a really happy ending. Like, fairy tale romance stuff. Sooo…good news for us!” She laughs, and he does too. He nods, needing to log off soon. He's already way late for the interview this afternoon.

“I’ll see ya later?” He asks, hoping she says yes.

“See ya!” She grins, as he ends the show.

“Whew!” He smiles, wide as the sky, and falls back onto the bed. He drops his phone by his head, and rubs two calloused hands over his face. “Fuck…,” he mutters, and gets himself out of bed.

She’s too cute to be true.

***

Now, he’s staring at her from eight feet away.

She smiles as she pulls out her phone, texting back immediately. The three dots pop up as she types. He bites his lip.

Hi baby 😇

He steels the nerves in his belly, just like before a fight, and responds:

Look up 👀

She does, smart eyes flicking around the room. She lands on him, and does a double take.

He springs up, needing to move, and heads over to her. She stares, blank and afraid, before something melts across her face. She grins.

“Hiya!”

He takes her hand, feeling it dwarfed in his own callous-bruised hand. She smiles, latte poised at her lips in-between sips. “Didn’t think I’d see ya here,” she shifts, “Do I need to be worried?”

He freaks, and stumbles to pull out his phone. He’s stuttering phrases, trying to prove he’s innocent-until-proven-guilty. He offers her VIP seats, like a madman.

“Prove it.”

Her eyes are sharper, in real life.

“Here!” He hands the camgirl-come-to-life in front of him the video pulled up on his phone. It’s Koby, the one where Luffy kicked his ass. He’s pretty proud of that one. “It’s me!”

She watches it, shyly, until she sees him hit. “Holy shit,” she curses again (he loves that), and flicks her eyes back up to him. “That’s you?”

“Yep!” He bounces in his seat. He can’t wait to text Zoro after this. “We’re having a rematch this afternoon. Wanna come? I’m gonna kick his ass.”

She grins, and pauses for a moment as she thinks. “Sure,” she eventually decides, “Can I bring a friend?”

His gut twists, but he nods.

“Boyfriend?”

“Girlfriend.”

Ah.

Maybe she isn’t attracted to him at all, in fact. Maybe she’s gay, instead of bi. He rolls in his lips. She tilts her head.

“Is that a problem for you?” She asks it so sweetly, so snidely, so snakelike all at the same time. He shakes his head.

“Nah, as long as we can still do shows sometime.” He drums his fingertips on the table. It’s slate gray with a ring of coffee from someone else’s drink. She sips her latte.

“Sure! I liked your show,” she smiles warmly. There’s a hint of foam at her lip, right above her tiny cupid’s bow. She wipes at it with a green, logo-printed napkin. She liked his show.

He grins, warm and buzzing, and starts to text Zoro.

“Lemme getcha two VIP seats. I wanna see ya after the show.”

“Sure,” she hums, leaning back in her seat. She’s wearing black denim shorts with scars over her knee. She texts something, too.

Zoro? I need a favor ☠️

***

[trixdraws]

I forgot to share this here! Made a fanvid because I am obsessed with this show and to also see if I still know how to edit videos :D

🎶Without You - Ursine Vulpine

[babygirlbdubs]

ethubs + 7? :D

handwritten / promised (x) (2336 words) (help)

cw// suggestive (heavy making out whoops)

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Kings rise.

Empires fall.

There is no peace, even in the jungle.

***

It started with murmurs in hidden meeting rooms and messages passed back and forth between the resistance leader and his allies. They needed more firepower. They needed more assistance. The king had a whole court. What did the resistance have?

Not enough.

It started with a trek through the underbrush in a desperate search for the result of a dream. Etho had been quiet about where he was living now-- not even Bdubs knew. Etho offered safety and intelligence and skill. He offered knowledge.

If only they could find him.

It started with a discussion in a small hovel, three voices explaining their cause, one silent as he listened. The king is a tyrant, they told him. The king has gone mad, they said. The king’s claim must be removed, they declared. All they’d need in return is his assistance when requested, and the precious solitude of his hidden base.

Etho could provide them that.

***

The basement of the Monolith is chilly, though Etho’s jacket keeps him warm enough as he rifles through the few chests left unemptied. The last of his belongings are packed away in shulkers, ready to be moved out to his new location-- far away from the political strife wracking Hermit Village.

“Etho? ‘S that you?” a familiar voice calls from outside the poorly-hidden door.

Etho’s vulpine ears perk, angling toward the greeting. His tail swishes against the ground lightly as he immediately recognizes his visitor.

“Bdubs!” Etho calls back as he stands from his crouched position. “Come in!”

Bdubs is already halfway through the door as Etho turns around, his eyes conveying the warm smile his mask hides away.

“What’re you doing back here? I thought you’d moved out to the jungle!”

Though it's said with a light tone, Etho can feel the pang of sadness tied to each word.

“Er… Yeah. I have. I’m just picking up the last of my things, is all! Don’t worry, I’ll be outta you and Ren’s hair soon.”

Sure, the words may be loaded as his smile falters, looking down to close the final shulker.

“Oh, well. I mean-- Ren’s moved into the Crastle now, so it’d just be--” Bdubs halts, mouth hanging open for a moment before he continues. “Well, technically I guess it’d just be you.” He clears his throat. “I’ve, um. Moved into the Crastle, too. B-But! If you wanted to stay here, you could!”

“Nah, Bdubs, you know I need my own space. There’s no room for all my ideas here.” The shulkers are tucked away. “Plus, the jungle grass is always greener,” he jokes with a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his tail sways from one side to another.

“Yeah, yeah, you ‘n’ your grand plans,” Bdubs grumbles affectionately.

Etho lets out a chuff of laughter. “As if you’re any different, Kingmaker.” The title rolls off his tongue with ease. Where others might curl their lips around it as though it is poison, it almost sounds sweet in Etho’s mouth.

“I’m just doin’ what’s best for the server!” Bdubs stands a little taller with pride, though Etho’s gaze shifts to something almost despondent at the sight.

The distance between them is closed as Etho crosses the room tentatively, hesitating just in front of his…his Bdubs. “Some people disagree. Call him the Mad King…”

Bdubs’ nose scrunches up in distaste. “Bah! What do they know, huh? Ren’s doing great stuff!”

A slow exhale escapes Etho. “Just. Be careful, okay?”

Confusion crosses Bdubs’ face as he blinks up at Etho. “Yeah. Yeah, of course, Etho.”

Another moment of hesitation hangs heavy between them before Etho finally reaches up to his own face, peeling his mask down to press a soft kiss to Bdubs’ forehead.

I’m sorry.

***

Etho doesn’t speak to Bdubs much after that. A quick hello on the communicator on occasion. A horse left on Bdubs’ front step.

Bdubs speaks even less to Etho.

He’s probably busy, and Etho shouldn’t be fraternizing with him anyway. Bdubs is the enemy now.

The thought makes his stomach churn.

But he hears it over and over in Resistance meetings. The names Kingmaker and Hand thrown around with such disgust they may as well be curses. He hears of Bdubs’ devotion and loyalty and can only admire them. Even if it does burn in his chest to think too deeply on the implications of that devotion too long. Etho has heard Bdubs associated with distaste so often now it barely causes his ears to twitch anymore.

‘I know this must be hard,’ Impulse had said one night, and it’d taken everything in Etho not to snarl back that Impulse could never understand just how hard it is.

‘Yeah,’ was all Etho had managed back.

Time passes, and Etho wonders if he ever crosses Bdubs’ mind at all.

***

White locks of hair fall into Etho’s face as they loosen from the ponytail holding his overgrown hair back. The humid air of the jungle is something he’s used to, but it never stops making him sweat on the days where he labors over his builds. His mask traps the heat on his face, but with how volatile things have been as of late, he can’t risk an unannounced Resistance meeting catching him unaware. Impulse has swooped in from the sky without warning more than once already.

So, with the sun high and beating down on his back, it seems a perfect time to take a break. He wipes his hands on a nearby rag, redstone mixing with sweat on his bare arms as a reminder to properly clean up later. For now, though, he stretches his arms high over his head, his back arching as he walks toward his steadily expanding home.

The last thing he expects when he approaches his door is a barrel with a sign atop it.

ETHO.

His ears perk as he stares. Impulse was the type to hide a music disc inside with a message. Gem and Pearl would’ve left whatever items in his hidden mailbox for Resistance members only. Which only means… Ah. Someone else has finally found where he lives.

With narrowed eyes, he approaches, checking around for any signs of traps. His ears swivel, listening for any signs of people watching from the undergrowth, but all is normal. It’s… just a barrel with his name on it.

Shrugging to himself, he crouches down, his tail brushing the jungle floor. The barrel is opened, and the contents pulled out.

A clock. The time stopped at midnight.

Etho’s brows furrow, his ears flattening back. A clock. Bdubs is the only one who crafts clocks. Certainly the only one who’d gift a clock. Unless, of course, it was some kind of threat to Etho, but he doubts that considering… well… everything.

Running his fingers over the clock, however, he feels something scratched into the back. Flipping it over, it becomes clear what this is. Or, at least in part.

‘Crastle’ it reads in messy scratch. Handwritten.

A time. A place. A meeting.

***

The new moon hangs in the sky, hidden among countless stars. A good choice for a meeting Etho’s certain neither of them would want to be seen attending.

He rides in on a horse, black pelt nearly invisible in the darkness. Etho’s own hair and tail would be the most striking, but with barely enough light to see the path ahead, he doubts many would see him as more than a wolf in the woods.

Approaching the mountain upon which the Crastle towers, he can’t help but marvel at its beauty beneath the starlit sky. Everything Bdubs touches turns to gold. He’d said it once before, seasons ago, but it remains ever truer with each passing day.

His horse is left tied off at the base of the mountain, not suited to make the steep climb that awaits him. He pulls out his pickaxe and takes a deep breath of the cool air, the atmosphere in high contrast to that of the jungle.

An axe weighs heavy against his back. He knows very well this could be far more than just some clandestine meeting under cover of night.

He knows even better that he could never raise a blade against Bdubs.

***

“Bdubs,” he hisses into the dark as he hangs from the side of a balcony-- the only one illuminated by any light.

Silence greets him. Gritting his teeth, he adjusts his grip in the vines wrapped around his forearms and leans out to look at the moon.

Almost midnight.

. . .

“Etho?” a whisper finally greets back, followed shortly by the sound of boots against deepslate.

Bdubs. It’s Bdubs.

“Down here,” he says as he twists to face the balcony, tail lashing to keep his balance so he can pull himself up. He holds himself up against the railing, not wanting to cross the threshold without Bdubs’ invitation.

Etho didn’t realize how close Bdubs was to the railing, however, as he’s met immediately with Bdubs’ doe eyes mere inches from him.

“You actually came.”

The disbelief in Bdubs’ voice cuts Etho to the core. He tries a short laugh, tail swishing behind him a few times.

“Heh. Yeah. Was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me or something.”

A multitude of emotions cross Bdubs’ face in that instant, rolling like tumultuous waves before twisting over themselves and swallowing his expression whole. Bdubs looks as if he is drowning in them.

And then he is surging forward, hands reaching out, cradling Etho’s face to pull down his mask-- Etho’s breath hitches in surprise-- before his lips are on Etho’s in desperation.

If Etho weren’t perching over a deadly freefall, he’d melt into the kiss with reckless abandon. But instead, he hums softly into it, leaning into Bdubs while his hands grip tightly to the railing. He doesn’t allow himself to get lost in it-- not yet. But Bdubs’ hands are warm against his chilled face, and his lips soft and perfect as they lock against Etho’s.

But the kiss ends just as suddenly as it was initiated.

“You’re stupid if you think that,” Bdubs mutters against his mouth. “Thought about you every damn night.”

Etho would be lying if he said those words didn’t cause warmth to blossom in his chest.

“Well, I am the enemy, y’know,” he says, a facetious smile curling across his scarred mouth.

“Oh, shut up!”

Bdubs’ hands move down to Etho’s jacket, fists curling into fabric as the Kingmaker grips him tightly before helping to haul Etho onto the balcony in full.

“Y’know,” Etho starts, putting his hands over Bdubs’ before they can be pulled away. “At first I thought this might be a trap.” It hurts to admit, and the way his voice quiets gives it away. To think that Bdubs might do this just to catch him… just to make a dent in the Resistance…

His eyes betray what his words do not: I’m still not sure.

But Bdubs just steps closer still, gaze warm and affectionate as it meets Etho’s. “No. Never.”

“Promise?”

Etho doesn’t want to admit that his teasing smile is to hide his fears.

“I promise.”

It is the first time Etho has truly relaxed since all this began. And he relaxes right into Bdubs, dipping his head down to meet Bdubs in a kiss once again. He feels Bdubs’ grip on his jacket tighten, sending a chill through his veins. Etho’s hands release Bdubs’ to unbuckle the harness that keeps his axe secure, shimmying out of it and dropping it to the floor carefully-- just enough that the metal clinks softly against the stone.

That’s enough of a cue to Bdubs, who starts tugging Etho toward a pillar. The request is easy enough for Etho to fulfill, one hand cupping Bdubs’ face while the other finds his hip as he backs Bdubs against the column. Bdubs grunts softly but doesn’t dare break the kiss.

The pair’s lips move against one another hungrily, Etho quickly feeling greedy and tugging Bdubs’ bottom lip between his sharp teeth delicately. Bdubs gasps quietly as Etho breaks away to meet Bdubs’ needy gaze.

“I missed you,” Etho says in a low tone. It’d be a growl, if it weren’t so smooth.

“God, Etho. I missed you too,” Bdubs practically whines in return.

Etho’s eyes flicker across Bdubs’ face, committing each detail to memory. The starlight reflected in his deep brown gaze. The flush of his cheeks from the heat between them. The way his lips rest lightly parted, anticipating Etho’s-- ever patient.

And who is Etho to deny his silent request? Especially when it’s one so pretty.

Their lips lock together again, practiced kisses deepening with each moment until they are fully lost in one another, tongues and teeth familiar to each other. Etho presses against Bdubs, one hand reaching behind his neck for his fingers to find purchase in Bdubs’ curly hair. The other hand grips Bdubs’ hip tighter, enough that he wonders if there might be bruises in the morning. He doubts Bdubs would mind if there were.

And just as ravenously, Bdubs’ hands wander, unzipping Etho’s jacket to slide beneath. They roam his chest, his stomach, his hips-- pulling him closer-- before wrapping around to rake down Etho’s back. Etho presses him against the stone even harder, wanting nothing more than to be close to the man before him.

His mouth breaks away from Bdubs’ only to plant kisses along his jaw, tracing his jawline to his neck. Bdubs tilts his head to the side for Etho, who eagerly accepts the offering, tongue and teeth working to leave a mark. And then another. And another. Until Bdubs has a hand in Etho’s hair and is pushing him away just enough for his lips to brush against Etho’s ear.

“Stay with me tonight?” he mutters.

“Won’t your king be upset?” Etho murmurs back.

He can feel Bdubs smile against him.

“Tonight, my devotion is yours.”

[tinyurbanwilderness]

Search “do foxes steal shoes” to see the hilarious photos.

It’s an epidemic. 😄

I won’t carelessly leave my drying hiking boots out overnight anymore.

[crow-aeris]

A little drawing of Fox!Tim I made for my series Vulpine Vigenettes on ao3 :D

[sillzy]

SCREEN BURN

Another Tenna drawing by me?? wowie! anyways, feel free to use this as a thumbnail for covers and stuff, just credit me pretty please :3

Version without as many effects:

Tenna design by @radiant-vulpine ! :D

[homuraakemis]

My favorite Dark fanvids - Part 1

JONAS/MARTHA

Jonas & Martha | Bound for eternity. by HelenMand

Jonas & Martha - A Perfect Match by Irina Rusinova

(Dark) Martha & Jonas | silhouettes by Julies

Jonas & Martha | The Night We Met by GlamourStar0x

Dark | Netflix | Goodbye | Jonas and Martha by Forget It

Jonas and Martha // Dynasty (Dark S1,2,3) by Dacg

Losing game||Jonas🤍martha-arcade|DARK by JOYBOY

Flickers (Jonas/Martha - Dark) [Season 3] by briony

sweater weather - jonas & martha by micaela

martha & jonas - everything i wanted [dark] [s3] by Archiekins

Jonas & Martha • One way or another by sigyn27

jonas and martha | but we are the mistake by teamezria53098

Born To Die: Martha and Jonas || DARK [season 3] by Meha Stillmeya

Jonas & Martha - Familiar | Dark by CHET惡

Jonas & Martha | All the things she said by perspƎctive

Jonas and Martha| Six Feet Under by KBPRODUCTIONS

I'm only a fool for you || Jonas & Martha by Ceiwyn

Lovely || Martha and Jonas [S1-S2-S3-SPOILERS] by pau vala

Jonas e Martha - Nós ficamos perfeitos junto. Nunca duvide disso. by AA EDIT

(Dark) Jonas Kahnwald & Martha Nielsen || Remains by 𝐁.𝐊.𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒

Wicked Games - Jonas & Martha - Dark - Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca by whiterose87

The Labyrinth Song [Dark, Jonas/Martha] by falafelfilms1

Jonas & Martha - Adam & Eve | Tribute video | Dark | Tv Show | Channel K Square Tribute by Night King

Jonas and Martha by Arafat Malitha

Jonas x Martha | Dark | Daylight by StrangeOrange

jonas and martha edit - fine line by ancie

Dark - Me and the Devil | Martha and Jonas by Mani Rathnam

Jonas & Martha - Hold On | Dark by nupur

Jonas & Martha - Dark edit by valeoftear

jonas and martha edit // bloodstream by voidemons

Jonas X Martha - Without Me [Dark Netflix] by Metefizique

Jonas & Martha [ Dark ] || Surrender [ + S3 ] ( sub eng + sub ita) by DreamSara1

Jonas and martha/ Another love/ Moonlight by Moonlight

ADAM & EVA || time to say goodbye || DARK S3 SPOILERS by Zuxinha

Jonas & Martha | Surrender | Dark | S3 by sararufus

Jonas & Martha - Get You The Moon by Evan Haze

Jonas & Martha | Let me down slowly by movsrimus

Martha & Jonas 8 by Projeto NEXUS

Jonas ❤ Martha - Back To You [AMV] || Dark || @v3gen3666 by V3 GEN

A Thousand Years | Dark | Jonas & Martha | Twilight | Christina Perri by Cupful

Dark: Jonas & Martha - Lovely by D P A

Jonas and Martha (Dark) - My Immortal by Cerine Sp

Jonas + Martha | Dynasty by Martina Benedetti

Jonas and Martha- Take me to church by mikasa_braun edits

Jonas & Martha / Where's My Love by alexbarrioz

martha & jonas | we're not a good match. by ultraangst

Make you mine | Jonas and Martha #dark #jonas #martha#preset by Perman

Jonas & Martha [ Dark ] - Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin by R U B A I T H

#DARK⚫#Jonas⚪#Marta⚫#Adam⚪#Eva📀Final series, the Dark Eva and Adam best moments/🎶Take Me to Church by GOLDEN MUSIC TV ოქროსფერი TV

Jonas and Martha Dark | Rewrite the stars ✨ by Notion Spell

DARK -Jonas and Martha | Into your Arms | Ava Max by Grinchy Guy

Dark | into your arms | Jonas & Martha #dark #intoyourarms by Mohamed Fayaz

Ed Sheeran - Perfect, Martha & Jonas (Sub. Español) Dark. by minasooul

Martha & Jonas || Falling by elei

Jonas x Martha || We Could Leave by elei

Jonas + Martha (but it's a rom-com) || Dead or Alive – You Spin Me Round by Stranger

Jonas And Martha - Perfect Match by Magic Official Channel

Jonas and Martha || Playing love by Tatiana Marano Edits

Martha X Jonas♥️| dark love story | HEART CANDY by Thangavel K

Martha and Jonas - Can You Feel My Heart by Well Edits

Jonas & Martha | You are a memory by Hanxa

jonas&martha / a glitch in the matrix (their story) by PerfectLife

jonas & martha | a glitch in the matrix [s3] by Delena Fan Girl

My Love Will Never Die | Claire Wyndham | Jonas & Martha | DARK NETFLIX | Lucifer | by SRK TUBE

jonas&martha - i found love where it wasn't supposed to be - dark by Anna Clara Aquino

Jonas & Martha︱Lovestory︱Dark Netflix by TrailerGen

Ghost in the Machine - Jonas&Martha by lilitifrock

Dark | Jonas & Martha | Perfect Match by Farid Pasha

Dark | Jonas & Martha | We're a Perfect Match (Music Video) by M.G.

NF - If you want love // JONAS & MARTHA (Dark) by Sarthac

Martha&Jonas | Remember To Remember Me by LibertyInfinity

Martha & Jonas - The Birds by shoxbroken

Together we'll be running somewhere new... ? by Lou Nyx

I Don't Deserve You (Jonas & Martha) by Chloi Manon

jonas & martha | lost on you (Türkçe Çeviri) by liv

DARK: Jonas & Martha || A Glitch in The Matrix by Malati Di The Walking Dead

Jonas & Martha | A glitch in a matrix (DARK) by Earwen

Jonas & Martha X Yellow. whatsapp status by Editplus15

D A R K ||Jonas & Martha|| Love💕|Webseries| by Baby bear💞🐻

Jonas & Martha: Die With You by FairyCutie86

DARK || Martha + Jonas || So Fern, So Nah by Cryss

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘 ∣ 𝖏𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖆 ∣ 𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖝 by Alan

DARK | A Glitch in the Matrix by inferno92000

Martha and Jonas/ Dark/ Angel Koda Lyrics Sub Español by Random ML&CV

Jonas and Martha || Dark Netflix by Galaxy Edits

Jonas and Martha || Dark Netflix || #shorts #new #news #newstatus #whatsappstatus #whatsapp by Galaxy Edits

Night We Met || DARK by Skaotic Edits

Jonas and Martha || Always Remember Us This Way || by Wantit T.V

DARK You and I are perfect for each other. Never believe anything else by UCHIHA ITACHI

Jonas and Martha/Secrets by Isombard

Jonas and Martha • Nobody Like You • Dark by EditionMix

'∞' Dark Series Netflix - In the end by BlendSk Mix

Jonas & Martha - Wir Sind Falsch (Dark Netflix Series) by DAN

Ready to Start (Jonas/Martha - Dark) by briony

Adam and Eva : Jonas and Martha Dark season 3 ft Electric love by detheditz

Jonas and Martha | Adam and Eve by Keshav Kashyap

DARK OPENING THEME SONG | good bye whatsapp status | true love whatsapp status | Netflix series by vlovely_ videos

DARK , Season - 3 (Jonas and Martha❤️) by Nikhil S

❤Jonas and Martha❤~|●Dark●|Best WhatsApp Status by Mojo Hub

//whatever happened to the young, young lovers.