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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/

[foxyfic]

Movie and Massage

You have had a long day and your girlfriend has set up a nice evening for you. You wonder how you got so lucky as you enjoy a movie and massage. Get the erotic audio below for free for 1 day! https://foxyfic.com/w/uh9h8ATj/Movie_and_Massage

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Wip! #leoNPD #builddivers 😇😍😇😇 #gunplabuilder #gundamstagram #gundam #gunpla #pinoygunplabuilder #fatesgunpla #bgbladybuilder #bgb #gundamgirls #vlog #foxyfate #foxyfatepresents (at Lipa City, Batangas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoHJq9Xho5g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n2lmk6els3pg

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[burlesqueatl]

Happy Birthday to @lesilverkitsune ! You can help them celebrate with by shopping for cool costuming on their Etsy store here https://www.etsy.com/shop/FoxyFancies . Heard there’s a big discount happening. Just saying. 👀 #burlesquecostume #burlesquedancer #burlesqueatlanta (at Studio APG On The Goat Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckmv8xiuFEL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[honeyland]

@foxyfeli I really want to watch this!!!

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.

[alitheahowes]

Dr. Reid

Today's Foxy Fed is Dr. Spencer Reid, the boy genius of Criminal Minds. With an eidetic memory and the ability to speed read, this character could have easily become just a human google and/or autism stereotype but Matthew Gray Gubler gave his awkwardness charm and depth. He brought a few of his own personal quirks to the character, like a love of Halloween and close up magic. He also gave the character the quiet confidence that comes from having been *through some shit.* A quality that only increases as the show puts this character through the ringer. Of course, I had to have him surrounded by books. And I gave him a tattoo in tribute to his lost love because, deep down, Reid is a romantic and a bit of a sad boy. 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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To the first pf many mirror selfies. 🥰❤️#fatesvanity #foxyfate #mirror #selfie #effyourbeautystandards (at Lipa, Batangas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIKRh5VD2WM/?igshid=ogjxpymmssu5

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🔥 Screen grab while working on a rad flyer for @thefoxyfivetv while listening to Chicago homie @nnamdiog 🔥#Nnamdi #foxyfive #jabunadianewman #newmusic #webseries (at Cape Town, Western Cape)