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Drawing Contest Reward - 3rd Place - Authorgifted

Hey guys!

Here's the last reward of the Drawing Contest!

@Authorgifted 's favorite Character "Eyeless Jack" from creepypasta!

The portrait was referenced from here: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/180495897551933296/

Read more about the character here: https://creepypastafiles.fandom.com/wiki/Eyeless_Jack

Authorgifted, I hope you like the "foxyfication" I did for this character! You're going to receive the picture via PM as well for you to download/save.

Take care and congrats again on 3rd place!

Pic by Me Eyeless Jack by creepypasta

[foxyclocks]

"Your eyes are so pretty" with djwifi

Carapace sat on the edge of the building kicking his feet in the breeze. His arms stretched out behind him holding up himself up muttering to himself.

“Your eyes are so pretty… You look great today…Did you do something new with your hair?” He spoke to himself, “No, no, no, that’s stupid Nino…” he began again, “Hey, weather sure is nice today?” He shook his head. Nothing he could think of was good enough. He was always able to be himself around the girl which made talking to her so easy, but when it came to his attempt to ask her on a date it was like he forgot everything. He forgot everything that she liked and what she disliked but more importantly he remembered all the features about her that he loved. 

He loved her hair, it had such volume to it along with the most perfect array of colors. It smelled of Lavender and vanilla. Often he found himself being drawn to the scent in stores with similar scents to their perfume. 

He loved her eyes. He loved when their size was magnified by her glasses only making them more captivating and easier to get lost in. He discovered that the girl didn’t have a specific color of eyes. They glistened with sparks of amber and green with hints of ruby. 

He loved her passion more than anything. Her passion for writing- every time he asked her she was working on some sort of different project. Her passion to help people, he always knew that she looked up to Ladybug and it appeared to him that she always wanted to be like her and adapted her ways into her civilian lifestyle, this was probably one of her most admirable qualities. Wether it be students in her class that needed help with homework or people on the street, be it lost tourists looking for directions or kids who were short handed on change to buy gelato or candy. These things she thought went unseen, but not by him. He saw it all. Being in class with her, he learned that Alya was helpful even in subjects maybe she wasn’t the best at, but she would always give 110% effort in finding a way to help someone understand the material no matter how long it took. Having his masked disguise he found it easy to follow her on her way home from school, not only to admire her but to make sure she made it home safe. It was then that he more than often saw lost tourists with little french language experience ask the young girl how to get to the subway, or what train to catch, or where they were exactly. Alya would always do her best to get them where they needed to be. 

Carapace brought his hands up to his face rubbing his cheeks out of the daze he had put himself in. He looked through his fingers and stared down at the people that passed by beneath the building. They looked like ants.

Soon he was truly snapped out of it when he felt hands pressing down on his shoulders, “Hey, there shell-boy.” The masked fox smiled assuming her spot beside him kicking her legs over the edge of the building, her tail resting beside her, “You look like you’ve got something on your mind?” she asked nudging him with her shoulder.

Carapace shook his head with a small smile. Rena Rouge, yet another person he had a deep respect for, probably one of his closest friends on his team other than Chat Noir with whom he would endlessly ‘torture’ Ladybug with their unpredictability and as Ladybug liked to call it “recklessness” but they referred to as “adventurous”, “ Nothing important..” He responded.

The fox clicked her tongue, “Lady problems?” She asked without hesitation. The two of them had always really been quite open with each other about their civilian lives - all except that of their true identities of course. 

He nodded deeply taking in a breath and exhaling, “For a while now… I just don’t know what to say to her.” 

“Speak your mind, tell her what you feel.” Rouge encouraged.

“And what if she doesn’t feel the same?” He asked. This was a legitimate fear he had, as close as the two were he thought constantly about the fact that Alya could just think of him as a friend, and then what?

“Listen, you’re a damn super hero, and if you can’t use that one than i’m sure you’re no different masked than you are without it. If you’re as kind, and funny, and the all around good guy that you really are there’s no doubt in my mind that she doesn’t have some hint of romantic feelings for you.” Hell, she did. How could anyone not? Even thought she knew really nothing about who this boy was beyond the mask. What she did know was what really mattered: Carapace would endlessly, without fail, be able to plaster a smile across her face, especially when she needed it most and he was probably hands down the most caring person she’d ever met. Knowing that he had feelings for someone else out there crushed her but there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to make him happy; if that meant helping him get with someone else, than so be it. 

The turtle blushed looking out across the tops of the buildings, “Rouge...?” He murmured almost silently but she didn’t miss a word. 

“Mhmm...?” She responded looking out over the buildings with him. The warm Parisian breeze drifted over their shoulders. 

Carapace lifted his arm and placed it on Rouge’s shoulder tugging onto her, her head finally resting on his shoulder with his leaning against hers, “You really are something, you know that...?” 

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I know it’s not too long but I think that it’s sorta cute..! I sorta feel a love square goin’ on with these two as well- though the two of them hopefully won’t be so oblivious to who the other is XD

[alitheahowes]

Daddy Hotch

Aaron Hotchner from Criminal Minds is the second installment of my Foxy Feds series. You're welcome, internet.

Daddy Hotch. So deadpan. So withholding. So much passion clamped down under that scowl. If he ever gives you praise, you *know* that you've earned it.

I'm doing something like a sexy fireman calendar, but it's sexy drawings  of TV FBI Agents.  The reason I’m interested in this is that even though these FBI shows  aren't sexy, their fanbase is thirsty as hell. And since most of those  fans are femme, sexy illustrations of these characters can be a really  interesting window into what femmes find sexy.

To see more of my art and request commissions, go to my website http://alithea-howes.squarespace.com/

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Movie and Massage

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Loving Vincent (2017)

[chadxroyalx]

Drawing Contest Reward - 2nd Place - CookieKeks11

Hey guys!

Here's the next reward of the Drawing Contest!

And here's the first result: CookieKeks11 's OC Zabara!

Make sure to check out her character (and also some other awesome art) on the following link: https://www.deviantart.com/cookiekeks11/art/Zabara-Ref-988939137

CookieKeks11, I hope you like the "foxyfication" I did for your character! You're going to receive the picture via PM as well for you to download/save.

Take care and congrats again on 2nd place!

Pic by Me Zabara by CookieKeks11

[foxyclocks]

You must be mistaken

Summary: 

Marinette has finally decided to start going to a regular school but once again she's been mistaken and has been introduced to her class as Marin Dupain-Cheng. Too nervous to find the courage to speak up she decides to wait but finds herself too deep to reveal to her class that she is really a girl. So maybe she should just role with it?

Chapter 1 WC:1.027 FF.net | AO3

My parents met in the spring of 1993.

My father, without knowing a lick of Chinese traveled to the country after having visited many others on his abroad tour while studying different methods to make pastries. China was his last stop of many.

He stayed in a small town called Tongli and because of his lack of English not many restaurants in the area wanted to hire him but that didn’t stop him from trying to learn all that he could.

My mother at the time was 20 years old. She lived on her own but worked in a small family run café with her uncle. Being a somewhat quiet woman my mother found herself mostly studying instead of going out in her free time but that never seemed to bother her.

My father started showing up to the café after having lived in the town around the first week. Language barriers kept him from making many friends. English had helped him get around many countries before but not many people in the small town knew the language considering that it was mostly populated with older people.

But barriers or non- he still noticed her.

He noticed my mother.

After his first visit to the café he admired the petit girl with the long rave hair who stood behind the counter practicing her constructing of pastries. He found it funny the way she would get frustrated after screwing up the decorations on her many practice attempts but he noticed that her uncle never disciplined but rather encouraged her tossing out many of the failed attempts.

He was probably one of the gentlest chefs to his apprentices even considering his intimidating size.

My father told me the first time he ever spoke with my mother he pointed towards the pile of disregarded bean buns and began to shuffle through his pants pockets t grab his wallet. My mother of course insisted that she give him the better looking pastries that her uncle had made but my father refused to take them. He only wanted the ones that she had made wither she thought they were perfect or not- he appreciated the care that she put into each pastry even when she knew they wouldn’t turn out to be anything worth selling.

The first word my father learned was ‘Xièxiè’ – thank you.

And he milked that as much as he could.

He would spend every day in the café from the afternoon to their close. After a coupe days of perfecting his phrase to the baker he had met he bought an French to Chinese dictionary.

It wasn’t until a couple days of my father trying and failing to speak with my mother that she finally decided to spare my father anymore embarrassment when she began to speak with him in French. Which in all honesty was probably more embarrassing to him but she appreciated his effort in trying to learn Chinese.

His way of never giving up was something that my mother had admired about him from the start.

My mother convinced her uncle to allow my father to work in their café the Chinese that he learned, while minimal, and still helped him get around their kitchen.

After a few months of living in the small town and working along side my mother it was time for my father to return back home but instead- he stayed.

He stayed much longer than anticipated- a few years longer in fact.

My parents got married in the Chinese countryside in the year 2000.

My mother shortly after found herself pregnant.

My grandmother was a Shaman. She predicted that my mother would give birth to a healthy baby boy in the month of August.

You may or may not know: I am a girl and I was born on October 30, 1999.

But my parents- being the young and anxious people they were they were determined to give me the best life that I could.

I was born in Beijing, China on October 30th, 2000 at 17:45 as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

To my luck and dismay my feminine physique never quite came into play. Though it wasn’t something I ever minded. Long hair wasn’t ever something I really liked on myself, short hair was much more manageable.

Growing up I was often mistaken as boy, often heard people calling me Marin in thoughts that they had heard my name wrong.

It didn’t matter to me wither people viewed me as a man or woman. I knew who I was and that was all that mattered.

I grew up in a small townhouse in central Paris. The front of my home soon after moving into the place had become a bakery and after about three years into that process of constructing their own personalized bakery it finally opened.

For a while the only two things that they had they could afford to make together was red bean buns and macaroons. The two things that my parents bakery became the most successful for.

I grew up down the block from a small family who had also recently moved into the area and I made my first friend.

Her name was Alya Césaire, she was a year older than I was and the only other person besides my parents to ever call me Marinette.

Through my own choice I decided to become homeschooled through primary school. I was never particularly social as a child and I rather liked being home and learning what I wanted, my parents bought me the supplies I needed to create my designs as well as the knowledge I needed and a job inside their bakery.

But at 17 years old I realized that I was missing out. Though Alya was a handful enough to count for 10 friends in 1 she was still the only person I had, well, knew really. The stories that she had told me from her times in school with her classmates- all of the school trips they had taken and fun activities they did together made me envious.

I wanted that.

So I convinced my parents to allow me to go to school.

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[chadxroyalx]

Drawing Contest Reward - 1st Place - SnowFall-13

Hey guys!

I was finally able to work on the Drawing Contest Rewards!

And here's the first result: @SnowFall-13 's OC Ryker! 

Make sure to check out their character (and also some other awesome art) on the following link: https://www.deviantart.com/snowfall-13/art/Ryker-James-Westridge-4-0-999896926

SnowFall-13, I hope you like the "snow-foxyfication" I did for your character and I also hope you look forward to your character's cameo in the comic! You're going to receive the picture via PN as well for you to download/save.

Take care and congrats again on 1st place!

PS. The pose was referenced from here: https://www.pinterest.ch/pin/posss--422281208995685/

Pic by Me Ryker by SnowFall-13

[foxyclocks]

You must be mistaken

Chapter 2 Word count: 1975 FF.net | AO3

It was her first day of school.

Rightfully- she was nervous.

What should I wear?

How should I do my hair?

What if the other students don’t like me?

What if my teacher asks me a question that I don’t know the answer to?

What if-

Tikki could see from a mile away that her chosen was riddled with anxiety. Hell- she was emitting enough of an anxious aura that even tikki could feel it but Marinette couldn’t help it.

“Marinette…” the short-haired girl could hear her tiny voice squeak out through the jumble of thoughts in her head taking a few moments before she could zero in on what she was saying to her, “You look like a wreck – you and I both know that no matter what happens you will not leave that school with any less friends than you started with.”

She was right.

There was no way I could ever convince Alya to hate me. Unless I did something super extremely embarrassing to make her hate me forever. GOD! The thoughts kept flooding my head.

“Calm down Marinette.” she told herself focusing her efforts back on Tikki, “I still don’t know what to wear…” She’d spend the morning shuffling through every item of clothing that she owned, Marinette even for a brief while considered making herself an entire different outfit from scratch because she hated everything she tried on.

Tikki drifted in the space behind me before quickly zipping in front of Marinette to take hold of her cheeks, “Dress in what makes you most comfortable… Don’t worry about how anyone else will sees you and you know Alya will be there to have your back.”

She was right.

…

Again.

Tikki was always right and was always there to guide her in the right direction. So – she dressed for comfort and she dressed in what made herself unique. She dressed in what she made. In what she was proud of and she didn’t care if anyone didn’t like it because she liked it and Alya and Tikki liked it and her parents liked it and that should be enough for her…right..?

Marinette clenched her fists with a grimace and stared at her Kwami. Up until this point she still had no idea how she survived growing up without her but she was glad that she would never need to worry about that anymore.

So, the small girl threw on a t-shirt that she had made the summer before. It was white all throughout, reaching the bottom hems of the shirt was lined front to back with flowers and hidden within them small ladybugs. Over that, she pulled on a black jacket and a pair of maroon jeans followed with a pair of old sneakers.

Comfort

Comfort

She kept repeating it in her head.

“Makeup?” she asked Tikki, who by this point had re-curled herself into a burrow of  blankets.

“Marinette – you never wear make up.”

“Right. I don’t even know how to do makeup. Thanks Tik.” She was going to go crazy.

Looking in the mirror Marinette tugged at the ends of her hair, which only reached to just barely brush the top of her shoulders. From her neck she traced her fingers up against her scalp and ruffled her hair up attempting something different.

I hate it.

Quickly,  the messy-haired girl rushed into the bathroom to fix it.

“Marinette! Alya is here!” her mother yelled up to her.

“Just a minute!” Marinette yelled back, frantically reaching for her brush and parting the top layer of her hair and tying it back into a small bun. She rushed back out into her room, scooping up Tikki, and placed her into the largest pocket of her backpack, “Don’t worry I’ll be sure to stuff some cookies in there for you.” She said with a smile before tossing the backpack over her shoulders and giving herself one last look in the mirror.

She adjusted her backpack,

Then the straps on her shoulders.

Did students even wear their backpacks like this?

Was this the right k-

“Marinette!” her mother yelled again snapping her out of her daze.

“Coming!”

Like any mother, Marinette’s mother took her anxiety and increased it fourfold. As soon as she had reached the kitchen she found Alya tearing off small parts of a croissant that her mother had made them for breakfast while trying to shoulder all of Sabine’s worries. Marinette immediately regretted coming down at all.

Maybe she could’ve stayed upstairs, never gone to school, grown a beard and become a hermit all on her own and-

“Sweetheart! I packed your lunch for you-“ she spun her around stuffing the small bag into one of the pockets of her backpack.

“Thanks mom…”

“And if you change your mind always remember your father and I don’t mind teaching you here.”

“Yes I know…”

“And if any of the students are mean to you-“

“I’ll kick their asses. Don’t worry Mrs. Cheng- Lil’Mari will be just fine with me I’ll take good care of her.” Alya said with a large grin, “You’ll scare her before she even gets to school. I know she’ll have a good time.”

And with that- before Sabine could utter out another word Alya quickly rushed her small friend out the door and past the bakery.

“Thanks Alya..” Marinette said with a nervous grin.

“No problem, girlie, you’re mom was making me nervous to go to school and I’ve been in class with these dorks for almost 3 years.” She chuckled tearing off another piece of croissant.

Mariette followed stress eating the melt-y pastry in record time.

“Woah, cool it Mari, you’ll give yourself a stomach ache!” the brunette laughed patting her friend on the back lightly, “Seriously, Mari �� relax you’ll love it and they’ll love you. And if they don’t love you…” She mumbled cracking her knuckles, “I’ll make them regret it…”

She needed a good laugh that morning and thanks to Alya – she got it.

The walk to school wasn’t far yet somehow, a part of her hoped that it would be. Their short walk to school wasn’t enough to prepare herself. Upon approaching, she reached into her pockets and took out her phone searching through her recent emails.

“So I need to find a…” Her blue eyes drifted along the information filled email, “Mr. Damocles – the principal.”

“I’ll get you there.” Alya smiled, and lead her up the stairs to the school, “He looks sorta scary but he can be a big push over sometimes.” She laughed.

The walk to the principal’s office seemed like the longest in her entire life. All of the students seemed to be sitting in the courtyard at the school by this point, most likely all waiting for class to start. From then on not only had Marinette realized that she was an outsider before but now she really felt like it. It was almost like she could feel eyes locking in on her when in reality- not many people noticed but of course it was up to Marinette to classically over think her situations.

Everything will be fine she kept telling herself and soon I’ll be in class with Alya and then I’ll be home free.

“Hey- I’ll see you later?” the brunette smiled and headed off to her classroom with a smile.

“Yeah… later.”

This was his door. Come on Marinette – you can do this… She took in a deep breath and opened the door, “Mr. Damocles?”

“Ahh You must be Marinette, I’ve been expecting you-“ A rather plump man sat on the opposing end of the room behind a large desk, “Oh- I’m sorry, I thought you were-“

“I am Mar-“

“Ahh my sincerest apologies, there must have been an error on the documents sent to us I’ll get on that right away.” He explained gesturing her to sit down in one of the chairs across from him.

“Wha-…” What was wrong with my documents?

“You will be attending classes with Madame Boustier and Madam Mendeleive. I’m sure that anything you need your classmates will be more than willing to give you a hand around the school.” He explained sorting through the couple of papers on his desk, crossing out and re-writing some small scribbles, “That class is filled with rather exceptionally well behaved students and if you’d follow me I’ll hand you off to Madame Boustier.”

“O-Of course.” She stammered and nervously followed the principal out of the office and down the hallway. He ushered her to remain outside of the classroom until Madame Boustier brought her in and she willingly complied. Though, she couldn’t tell if she was about to throw up from being so excited or from being so nervous... but that was normal, right? Mr. Damocles left the classroom and patted her shoulder, giving her a gentle push into the room.

“We do have a new student this morning so let’s welcome them with open arms.” Madame Boustier smiled eagerly motioning the girl closer to her. Marinette found herself far too nervous to look out into the class so, instead, she looked at the ground. Madame Boustier held her clipboard up and traced down the papers that Mr. Damocles had handed her and she spoke.

“This is Marin Dupain-Cheng. He’s new to the school setting so lets make sure that we give him a hand while he tries to find his way around the school.”

Oh.

“Marin you can feel free to take a seat beside Alya it seems she’s very eager to have her friend in class.”

No.

“Adrien – If you wouldn’t mind showing Marin around during our break this afternoon that would be a great help.”

What’s happening?

“Of course! I’d be happy to show him around – Nino and I will be a great welcoming party!”

Please tell me I’m dreaming.

What do I do?

Do I say something?

Do I correct her?

This CAN’T be happening.

Marinette walked zombie-like to the seat beside Alya and plopped herself down.

“Mari…” Alya mumbled nudging my shoulder, “Say something…!”

She shook her head.

Alya grunted and opened her mouth “Mada-“

She elbowed her side cutting her off, “Don’t…”

She couldn’t tell what was more embarrassing: The fact that she was mistaken for a boy or the fact that she could be from then on known as the girl who got mistaken for a boy. So, she stayed silent and reassured herself slowly reminding herself:

It didn’t matter how others saw me. I know who I am and that’s what matters.

That’s what matters…

Marinette looked over and smiled at Alya, “It’s okay, really...”

I hope it’ll be okay…