#foxers

[sorrowmoons]

My comfort ship of all time..

They all love eachother sm bro THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER SOOOO MUCHHHHH

[irish-belle]

The dreaded “have to work late” text 😭

[cccovers]

Les nuits sadiques de Stella cover by Foxer.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What do you think about your GPT siblings?

Foxer is the best.

[ashen-vulture]

I do not have real chickens (yet!), but here is an offering of drawn chickens.

It’s from a game I’m playing in. We all had to select a farm animal to plays so I chose to be a rooster. His name is Foxer and this is him and his many wonderful wives (and one husband).

Send me pictures of your chickens 🥺

[icyfox17]

you are foxers much like boxers. I don’t Like boxing personally but you are a fencer which is kinda like boxing with swords and also astronaut suits. bazinga

HELPDJGK?? I love fencing ^-^ i miss it...

[breakerbeam]

the funky foxer

[creepymutelilbugger]

HERE ❗️❗️ are some Foxers going :p

Handle with Care (very important)

[4h13min]

READ.

Submission

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smoking, Public Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cigarettes, Bugs & Insects, Dom Beetlejuice, Orgasm Edging

A lil snippet:

You began to push yourself away from him on the floor when he stopped you with a heavy black boot pressing down between your legs. As he leaned down, resting his right elbow on his knee, he let all of his weight shift onto his leg, pushing it down into your cunt. The deep ridges of the sole dug right through the thin fabric of your skirt. You gasped, heart racing from the intense pressure, feeling your clit pulsate beneath his boot.

He raised his left hand up to his face, rubbing his chin, as he squinted down at you. He spoke in a very low, gravely tone, glancing around at his surroundings.

“All fuckin’ day, people are callin’ my name. S'like a nerve gettin’ plucked every goddamn minute… usually ignore it, but when I heard you...”

He leaned down even further, eyes locked onto yours, trailing his hand up your leg, grinding his boot into you.

“...ya gotta tell me, babe…”

His hand continued to slide past your thigh, slipping under your shirt and pressing onto your stomach.

“...whatchu were doin’...”

His cold hand drifted up under your right breast, gripping it roughly. He bared his crooked teeth at you, raising an eyebrow.

“...to say my name, like that.”

Keep reading on Ao3!

[cc1010fox]

Fox: Ffffffffffox that foxing foxer. Thire: ...

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Matt Gertz at MMFA:

In a Sunday rant on his Truth Social platform, Donald Trump lifted up a bogus claim of widespread election fraud during the 2020 presidential election, which he sourced to a guest of Tucker Carlson, the right-wing media star and sometime Trump adviser.  “An interview by Tucker Carlson of an election expert indicates that 20% of the Mail-In Ballots in Pennsylvania are fraudulent,” Trump wrote. “Here we go again! Where is the U.S. Attorney General and FBI to INVESTIGATE? Where is the Pennsylvania Republican Party? We will WIN Pennsylvania by a lot, unless the Dems are allowed to CHEAT. THE RNC MUST ACTIVATE, NOW!!!” Throughout his campaign, Trump has lied about election fraud costing him the 2020 race and baselessly warned that any defeat in 2024 could only be attributed to cheating by Democrats. On Saturday, he pledged that “WHEN I WIN, those people that CHEATED will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the Law, which will include long term prison sentences.”

The former president’s social media screeds illustrate the state of the right-wing media bullshit pipeline Trump used to try to steal the 2020 presidential election, which he will use again to delegitimize the 2024 election if he loses it.

Trump’s claim originates with a bogus poll from a right-wing think tank’s “Socialism Research Center”

Trump appeared to be referencing an April interview Carlson conducted with Justin Haskins, a think-tanker at the right-wing Heartland Institute, as Mediaite noted.  Carlson introduced Haskins by falsely claiming that Trump faced federal criminal prosecution simply because he suggested “the 2020 presidential campaign was not on the level,” asserting that “it’s worth denying the legitimacy of that election,” and alleging that a poll Heartland conducted demonstrated that widespread voter fraud did take place.  Haskins went on to detail the poll, in which respondents who said they voted absentee or with mail-in ballots in the 2020 election were asked if they engaged in various illegal actions, like voting in a state in which they were not a legal resident or forging the signature of someone else on their ballot.  “All told, it’s at least — and I say at least — 1 in 5 mail-in ballots involved some kind of fraudulent activity,” he concluded.

[...] Trump’s Sunday social media post demonstrates that the pipeline that brought election fraud lies to the former president in 2020 is still online as the 2024 election approaches. But the right-wing ecosystem is more fractured and competitive than it was, as former Foxers like Carlson have left the network and attracted their own audiences. Given this ecosystem, we are likely to see the varied outlets and personalities — competing for Trump’s attention and favor — push each other to endorse ever-less-credible claims to support the GOP nominee’s contention that he can lose only if the election is stolen.   With the 2024 election shaping up to be a close one, the Republican Party and its propagandists turning election denial into a core value, and the right-wing ecosystem primed to rerun the demagoguery that helped bring about an insurrection, the next few months are looking grim.

Donald Trump’s election fraud lies that he parroted on TRUTH Social Sunday came from Justin Haskins, a member of the right-wing climate denialist think tank Heartland Institute. Haskins appeared on Tucker Carlson Network’s Tucker Carlson Uncensored this April.

See Also:

Daily Kos: Trump gets a head start on Big Lie 2.0 with focus on mail-in voting

[luthsan]

Foxer the moxer foxer

[cccovers]

Les nuites secrètes de Stella cover by Foxer.

[lesbiantvfish]

srmthfg oc arts, and the cainis astrum species was made and belongs to @musekicker

Octobi (pug) is a repairwomen, June (fox) is a secretary, Ponce (weird dog) is an entomologist and Eala (lizard) is a botanist :]

Tobi and June have one more wife but she still needs a design, also Eala and Ponce are roommates + bffs. plus both are big ol nerds

(the ribbon lizard and foxers are my critters!)

[fox-poke-fanatic]

"Why so Fennekin?" -The Foxer

[the-down-upside-finch]

Trick or treat!

Hello hello!! I shall give you... a treat! 🍭

Here’s a random "snippet" from my WIP, Stained Integrity! I decided to drop a pretty long bit (a king-sized candy bar, if you will), so I'll put it under the cut.

(For one of the many Trick or Treat events!)

(CW: minor violence, mention of blood, mention of death)

“Whatever.” Fluke turned to face Blight. “So, what now? You gonna teach us how’da kill?”

“No.” Blight widened his stance, purposefully putting more weight on his right foot. “We are going to see how long it takes each of you to disarm me.”

“Oh, how fun!” Firetail clapped his hands together, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “And here I was, thinking we were done playing around!”

“You may go first, if you’re so excited,” Blight dryly responded, unsheathing his practice sword and gesturing at the selection of practice weapons that the newcomers could choose from.

“No rules?” Firetail raised an eyebrow.

“You may do anything non-lethal that will not draw blood or render me unconscious.”

“Lovely.” Firetail’s eyes flashed another smirk.

Much to Blight’s surprise, the Morunton selected the rapier.

“You’re a lefty,” Blight observed.

“And what of it?” Firetail coolly responded.

“I also favor my left hand,” Blight said. “But I’ve been equally trained in both, so sometimes I hardly notice which hand I’m using.”

“Fascinating.” Firetail restlessly weighed the sword in his hand.

Blight didn’t bother giving a signal. The trial had already taught the newcomers their first lesson—that no one in the real world waited for a signal.

Firetail immediately went for Blight’s right side, falling for the trap that Blight had set up to take advantage of the Morunton’s observant nature. He was ready for the attack, neatly dodging—and then barely catching himself as he felt something—most likely a foot—connect with the back of his left knee.

He knew the obvious thing to do would be to throw his weight backwards, since he had stumbled forward—so he feinted to the right and then recovered his balance just in time to block Firetail’s grab.

The scuffle lasted longer than Blight would have liked—especially since Firetail’s bladework was frustratingly clean and well-practiced. He should have been able to easily disarm Blight in only a few steps, but it took him nearly five minutes.

But the Elmalian knew exactly what the Morunton was doing.

“I suppose that could have been worse,” Blight remarked, reminding himself to hold his tongue. “Your turn, Ardalian.”

Fluke stepped forward, having chosen a practice dirk as his weapon.

“Bringing a knife to a sword fight, are you?” Firetail chuckled.

“Aye—better watch and learn, foxer.” Fluke sneered.

Blight was more comfortable fighting against daggers than he wanted to admit, thanks to the fact that most outlaws favored smaller weapons and often had at least three in their possession at all times.

Just like Doom had said, Fluke was a dirty fighter. He toyed with Blight for a moment or two before he disarmed him. The fight barely lasted a minute.

“See?” Fluke tossed Blight’s practice sword at his feet. “Told’ja he’s all talk,” he said, jerking his head towards the Morunton.

“Me—all talk!” Firetail threw back his head and laughed. “Tell me, Fluke—do you like to gamble?”

“What’re you on about?” Fluke growled.

“How much shall we bet that I can disarm you in under ten seconds?” Firetail’s eyes flashed with glee.

Fluke glanced at Blight.

“...I’ll allow it,” Blight said, deciding he’d rather test his theory without needing a second fight against Firetail.

“Brill.” Fluke smugly grinned. “Shall we bet your marble?”

Blight almost intervened, but Firetail just laughed.

“And what do I get if I win?” he cheekily asked.

“You’re not gonna ask for my liver?”

“Ardalian livers are too toxic for my taste,” Firetail dismissively said. “I’d rather have some of your energy.”

“Deal.” Fluke stuck out his hand.

Firetail paused, then he politely shook Fluke’s hand—and courteously released his grip before he lunged.

Blight flinched as Fluke hit the floor with a sickening THUD.

“Shall we do best two out of three?” Firetail said.

Fluke went down again in less than three seconds.

Blight uneasily regarded the Morunton, both pleased and disgusted by Firetail’s mind games. He had concealed his true abilities during his fight with Blight, using it as an opportunity to get a reading on his technique. Clearly, he had gotten a decent reading during Fluke’s short fight, as well.

“Don’t worry,” Firetail drawled, putting two fingers under Fluke’s chin. “I’ll wait until after the lesson to claim my reward.”

Fluke jerked away, muttering a string of curse words under his breath.

Enjoy the treat!! 🍭

(Invoking the tag list in case you guys wanna read a really long snippet: @athenswrites, @my-cursed-prince)