#silver fox alert

[catz4ever]

Just found out today that our beautiful Sam Hazeldine is 52 years old.

I'm sorry... 😳

WHAT!?! EXCUSE ME?!

He's two years older than Joseph Mawle and walking around like this?!

[linksbitch]

he can literally pull off anything 😫😫😫

[thistledownandmagic]

AGREED. As a millennial old enough to remember watching the first run of Cheers to the numerous amounts of CSI: Cyber reruns I watch with my mom (don’t ask), he hasn’t lost it one. single. bit.

dont worry, ted danson is hot, and your friends just dont get it

Thank you so much, this is extremely validating, you get it. The way he moves. The little looks he gives. His complete inability to sit normally in a chair. They way he is always. touching. everybody. And why's he always leaning everywhere with his sleeves rolled up??

I can't think about it for too long, he makes me dizzy

[anths-girl]

Aaaand some MORE Sliver Fox Kirk, because why the heck not... 😍😍😍😍🔥

GUUUUUH... 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[pengu1n-flyer]

popular take but atticus finch can GET IT

[tr4gictea]

True Meaning: Prologue

Isekai teen!reader + Genshin Impact

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Including: Introduction to the reader

word count: 1,309 words

A/n: Imma be honest, I thought I posted this story on Wednesday but apparently I just saved it to my drafts 😭.

This is a series that I want to start if you guys want me to, if not then I will still be posting this story along with my regular one-shots, headcanons, and stories but not as regularly. But if do want this to continue leave a note down below so I know that you guys like this and want more content of this story. :P

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Your head was pounding, it felt like someone took a sword and stabbed it right through your head. Around you were tall trees with glowing blue flowers surrounding the bases of the trees. You don't know how you got here, one moment you were playing genshin in bed, then a voice called out to you.

"(Y/n), your soul is not of this world, you must move to the next," And all of a sudden you were lying on the muddy grass.

You got up and looked around, there was none in sight other than two slim foxes in the distance. Where were you? Exploring the area ahead you saw a small rock formation that looked like a little bear, and next to it was a bundle of lit candles. 

Continuing on you follow the stream next to you. On your way you pass by some small statues that you could compare to puppies or bear cubs. The path looked oddly familiar to you, it felt like you had walked down it before. You walk for about ten minutes passing by Japanese style gates before you spot an... electro seelie?! 

These only exist in genshin?! This cant be real! Wait. This can't be real, because it is a dream! That's why that path seemed so familiar! You smiled to yourself, proud that you “figured” it out. 

But if you are dreaming of the world of genshin that means you can explore the real Inazuma yourself! You've explored the Inazuma area hundreds of times so trying to find Inazuma City shouldn't be hard too. Plus the Raiden Shogun's home is so big that you could see it from miles away.

You walk down the path careful not to alert the hullichurl camps of your presence and make it to the village homes right outside of Inazuma city. When walking in you are greeted by a large tree with pink leaves falling down onto the ground.

As you pass by the villagers give you weird looks. They look you up and down then turn away from you. What's up with them? You wonder as you dust off your baggy black shirt that says 'return of the vampurrr' with a woman screaming at a giant cat and then shoving your hands in your teenage mutant in turtle pajama pants pockets. Wait, you have your sleeping clothes on. Maybe that's why they're giving you weird looks. The only thing that would maybe be okay for you to wear is the Vivienne Westwood Necklace you got off of amazon for 15 dollars. The orb in the middle of the necklace which was originally silver turned into a clear ball almost as if it was made of glass. Well, this is a dream so these people can deal with your choice of clothing.

You continue down the path and head up stone stairs where you see Yoimiya's firework shop and Hajime's blacksmith. He looks hard at work and for the first time you see him move away from the anvil and head to the fire.

I guess my dreams took a little creative liberty you thought as you walked past them. Everything in the city felt more lively than in the games. You saw more kids running up and down the streets, adults talking in groups, and even a pack of doushin traveling out of the city with Kujuo Sara leading them. You had a more creative imagination than you thought.

You walked by so many iconic places in the games that amazed you. Like the sango detective agency and Yae Publishing House. You even passed by Shouta, the little boy who's always offering stuff to the archons.

It couldn't hurt to talk to him and besides he had his hands clasped together and aggressively saying “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!” over and over again. "Whatcha doing?" You ask about appearing behind him. 

"I've heard that I can make a wish to the archon once I have placed the offering in the shrine. If the archon likes my offering, my wish will definitely be granted." he excitedly points to the shrine which has Konpeito candies placed at its base. He sounds exactly like he does in the game. You wonder how realistic your dream is. "I have brought all of my snacks here today, and I'd like to wish that the archon will cancel the exam tomorrow!"

"Have you gotten your wish yet?" You question. You know what he's gonna say but you're just curious to hear his voice lines.

"Hmm... It works about once in a dozen times... Last time, I wished bad luck upon someone who bullied me, and then he flunked his exam, haha!" He kept talking and brought up Yoimiya offering him fireworks and Itto as he describes 'big guy with the horns'.

Once he finishes talking he goes off script and asks "Why are you dressed like that?"

This question catches you off guard which causes you to stutter. "I, um well... I... bye." And with that, you turn on your heel and walk in the other direction leaving him with a confused look on his face. You didn't know how to answer that so you just left. Besides this wouldn't affect you as this was all a dream, you told yourself.

You continue walking past the Inazuma Katheryne staring lifelessly at nothing. You continued through Inazuma, still getting weird looks from the locals, but you finally made it to the place you wanted to see all this time. The Raiden Statue.

She was so much taller than she was in the game. Her hands were about as big as the two of you. The wings had glowing visions on them, you could only assume that the vision hunt decree was still in effect.

Looking at all the visions had you thinking about elemental power. If I'm here and not technically from this world does that mean that I can gain elemental powers by touching the statute of seven? Am I the traveler frfr?!?! As soon as the thought crossed your mind you raced to get to Ritou. You almost nearly catch the attention of some hilluchurls but are quick to get away from them. Arriving at Ritou you waste no time in looking at the shops around you and head straight to the Statue of Seven. It looks worn down and beat up. You go up to it and reach your hand out as the traveler did in the games and touch it. As you do, a crackle of electro power pops out of the statue and falls into your body. Looking down you see the originally clear orb of your Vivienne Westwood pendant now glowing electro-light.

"Woah," You reach your hand out and imagine a burst of electro coming out of your fingers and then... Nothing? Your hand remains the same and no elemental powers come out of you.

"Hmm... Maybe I'm supposed to say something... Uhh, aberacdabera!"

BOOM!

A large sudden burst of electro energy burst through your hands and hits a nearby tree, splitting it in half

"S-shit!" I hope none heard that...

"It came from over the wall, let's go around," 

Nope they definitely heard that, I have to go.

You set off running on the opposite side of the path you came up from. You snuck your way back into the Ritou market. And you spent the rest of your dream walking around Ritou until you started to feel tired.Hmm, that's weird, can you get tired in dreams? Maybe this is the dream's way of telling me it's over... But I don't wanna go... I still haven't seen Liyue or Fontaine yet... You try to steady yourself on a nearby tree when you fall over in exhaustion. Even if it was only for a day you still enjoyed your time here. Maybe you'd have another dream like this again…

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[hugsandchaos]

Dadow Boom AU snippets and ideas while I try to make sense of it! Hooray! :D

Shadow having a soft spot towards kids, especially his own, means Tails is off limits when/if fighting. He dodges all attacks made by the young fox and tries to disarm him without dealing damage. He’ll even step in if Eggman’s attacking and he’s around to help protect Tails.

Silver is around 8 biologically, but 1,000+ chronologically. He’s a little shorter than Tails.

Warning to all villains: Do not, I repeat, DO NOT try to kidnap Silver and hold him hostage against Shadow! He’ll have you begging for the sweet release of death! Kidnapping Silver is a one-way ticket to hell!

Silver gets along with Tails well. Silver doesn’t always understand him, but he tries his best, and Tails appreciates his efforts to understand and honesty when he doesn’t.

Shadow does his best to keep their past under lock and key, but sometimes, Silver will say something that sounds like they were struggling a lot before finding Bygone Island.

Silver’s still practicing his telekinesis, but he’s very good at it! According to Shadow, the edgy looking hedgehog himself was accidentally and quite literally tossed across the room by Silver once. Knuckles and Sonic aren’t allowed to help Shadow teach Silver because they tried making him do all these things that were dangerous.

Shadow is a tired single parent, Sonic and Amy are both working together and fighting each other to make him not a single parent. Shadow doesn’t understand what they see in him. Silver disapproves of them flirting with his dad.

The reason they fought in the first place was because Team Sonic took some strange crystals that Shadow needed, so he went to get them back and it escalated into a fight when they refused.

Eggman once picked Silver up because he thought he was a lost child because Silver was practicing his teleportation skills and showed up at his door. It took Shadow so much not to rip Eggman’s head off when he discovered that Silver was in Eggman’s lair.

Shadow being unbelievably pissed and out for blood if someone dares to lay a hand on his son, partially due to past experiences.

Shadow growing Black Arms features (tail, third eye, wings, bigger claws) when he either needs it or when he just wants to. Silver is completely used to this “monster form” as Sticks put it and will ask to be carried during flights.

Because Silver was created with significantly more hedgehog DNA, the only Black Arms feature he actually has is a longer tail, which is still white. They’re not quite sure where the extra fluff came from, but maybe he’ll grow out of it? (Spoiler alert: He didn’t.)

Here are a few bits I’ve thought of, but might not fit in this AU.

Possible Sticks and Shadow meeting before the rest of the group?? Sticks being an honorary aunt for Silver?? Sticks and Shadow solidarity. Sticks making “old man” jokes towards Shadow. Sticks not asking Shadow much about the whole “half alien” thing or much of his past, just enough to understand the bare minimum and then stop despite her curiosity.

“Hey, Sticks, is your friend single by any chance?” — Sonic

Silver climbing on Shadow, pouncing on him, pulling him, shaking him, whatever it takes to get him up so they can play while the rest of the group watches in horror. Shadow either suddenly waking up from a fake sleep at just the right time and grabbing him, or does the whole “Alright, I’m up, I’m up” thing. Just the group being surprised how patient he is with Silver, I guess.

I don’t usually headcanon Shadow showing signs of age or having old scars because the scars are supposed to heal completely and he doesn’t age, but I think this shall be an exception and give Shadow maybe one or two old scars. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers time, woot woot!

I do have to say, watching what's happening with Jack & Joker right now, I hope people are not letting their expectations get ahead of them with this one either... though I know that's probably a futile wish. Expectation is such a thief of joy, y'all.

Anyway, my only expectation in this is I will have a good time, so let's do it!

How this man doesn't just expire from Bison doing this to him, I have no idea.

Oh, this line. Jojo knows us so well.

Ooh, we're having a black vs red debate!

In Bison's defense, he looks really good in red.

Something cracks me up about Kant looking for hookups at the bowling alley. Is that really good hunting ground? Maybe in Thailand? Definitely not in the U.S.

Oh Jojo, you bad, bad man.

I am gonna get full on obsessed with Dunk's tummy, aren't I?

Also just realizing how much of this show I am going to spend thinking how good the pairings of FirstDunk & JoongKhaotung could be...

Lolol, target acquired!

Ha, this is so me when a man tries to tell me what to do.

I like Bison being all "if you wanna fuck me, just say so". We have a very direct man here.

Nooooo, Style don't be a stupid driver.

I was not expecting an early Fadel/Style meetup! See, it's fate.

Way to make a horrible first impression Style! But I am loving how their dynamics are. Fadel is such a tight ass, it's gonna be great when he cracks.

Quite a first time scene for our boys! And people say GMMTV is gonna tamp down the gay, lololol.

Also can we take a moment to admire this shot? The red, the mirrors, there's a lot going on here. Beautiful.

I like that the burger uniforms are a mix of Fadel & Bison colorwise.

I also think it's hilarious that Fadel ordered black plastic gloves to maintain his aesthetic.

Omg, I am dying that Bison shot a gun at karaoke. He's a little disaster.

Hmmmm, mother? Interesting...

Ooh, silver fox alert!

Always appreciate some eye candy for us older fans.

Ah, of course the cop is a manipulative jerk. Hot, but a jerk.

Ain't this just a mood.

Heh, when the man you just had mind-blowing sex with turns out to be an assassin you have to stalk. If I had a nickel...

Oh, I think Style is gonna be my favorite. Dumb and chaotic.

As much as I enjoy a height difference couple, there is something about two men who are the exact same height...

Also love the black & white - because they are opposites!

Wait...does Bison not know how to cook burgers? Did... did he just put the raw patty on the board they use to chop veggies? Am I going to get stressed about food safety in this action romcom?!

I like that Fadel has this subtle air of general menace about him.

Aaaaah, bashful Bison is so cute!!!!! "Take me out...nooooo...really?"

This boy desperately wants to be loved. My heart.

Style is a slutty menace and I love him!

I also love that they are establishing the attraction is there before the deal gets made.

Ah, I was wondering if Kant was a philosophical reference!

Does Jojo have a "First eating burgers" fetish? That's been two extreme closeups in one episode. Just sayin'.

"Crazy and bold" is pretty spot on for Style!

Oh don't try to complain Style, you know you want him.

Ok, the yellow & purple... Are these their real colors, or the ones hiding their real colors as they embark on their mission?

Another costuming note - both Kant & Style had sunglasses as part of their outfits when they started their lying... love that little detail.

Good lord, that many beers and I'd be peeing every two minutes.

Oh! Fadel figuring out they're friends already! What a twist!

This was so much fun!

[sunshinerainbowpuppy1224]

stardew valley fave animal HCs ^0^

i've wanted to post this for a bit!!!!!! i thought of em all >:3 !! PLEASE NOTE NONE OF THIS IS CANON -- ALL OF THESE ARE HEADCANONS I THOUGHT UP !! ALL FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES TO LEARN AND KNOW MORE ANIMAL SPECIES THAT MIGHT BE GOING EXTINCT !!! GIANT NERD ALERT !! ` ------------------------------------------------------ Leah fox, specifically Red Fox (Cross Pelt; AKA Cross Fox) and Painted Dogs. Enjoys the Art side of their pelts and adores how they blend in. In her own words, "The art of Nature is within the Fur of the owner" (extra: hognose snake, chameleon) Abigail Mongolian wildcat, panther. Enjoys the cute side of cats as well as the hardcore style of them as well (hence the panther), totally has a panther tattoo somewhere (extra: Bombay cat, silver-pelted red-fox) Emily Aye-aye, monkeys. LOVES little baby monkeys, goes onto rants how she would make dresses for them like the ones on the internet. finds the Aye-aye to be misunderstood-- their cute yet creepy faces making her lil heart melt. no one understands why she likes them so much (extra: rainbow trout) Haley Tigers (White pelt). Firm believer of the "big cat bigger heart". Adores how gorgeous they are, how shiny the pelts look. Though a large lover of all tiger pelts, the black stripes against white fur struck her interest more (extra: leopard, painted dog) Maru Dolphin, Otters (River). really enjoys sea animals, but yet loves smart animals. She believes that they're misunderstood creatures, defending them with all her heart (extra: emperor penguin) Penny Giraffe, Bear (Kodiak breed). LOVES how beautiful they are, yet they keep to themselves. She isn't loud about her love of these animals but yet shares if mentioned (She's usually called a mama bear by the children of Pelican town) (extra: Harp seal) ------------------------------------------- Harvey Whale (Blue whale), Bernese mountain dog. When he was young he owned a Bernese Mountain dog-- Often talks about her when dogs are the topic. "She was the sweetest thing" he often states. Whales are his weird enjoyment, does A LOT of research on them & goes whale watching at the beach. Watched a film where they were flying overhead the main characters like airplanes!! loved them ever since (extra: Holland lop, African bush elephant, glass toad) Elliott (OTHER THEN LOBSTERS I SEE UR REPLIES FROM THE FUTURE) Amur Leopard, Vaquita . enjoys how gorgeous these animals are, the big doe eyes of these creatures giving him a little dopamine. Gets fairly upset once he learned the extinction of the Vaquita (extra: khaki Campbell duck ) Alex Ploughshare Tortoise, Golden retriever. Has had a little tortoise since he was young, he named him "Junior" but spelt it like "joonyer". Alex is very on that "Golden retriever boyfriend" trend and tries his best to be that

(extra: fried egg jellyfish, dik-dik) Shane (OTHER THEN CHICKENS) Hirola (Antelope) and Ant eater (southern tamandua). Finds them so weird, yet finds them so lonely. Finds himself looking into the eyes of Prey and relating so harshly. (extra: hereford cow, tamworth pig) Sebastian (OTHER THEN FROGS. GRRR) Ili Pika , deer ( Axis breed ). Adores cute little animals that own the biggest eyes, yet chose these little critters. Looks up pictures of them and cries (extra: slow loris , axolotl) Sam pangolin ( Philippine breed ) , Bush Dog . Found out about Pangolins through Pokemon, fell in love and looked into Pangolins more. Bush dogs are like little bear cubs to him-- yet has been attacked by one before. Does NOT care though finds them so cute

(extra: sugar glider, duck-billed platypus) ----------------------------------------------------------------- YAYYYYYAYAYAYYYY U GOT TO THE END YAYY

[sodaabaa]

little fox, part four

bruce wayne x OC in looking for help from his friend and ally, lucius fox, bruce wayne finds a rather curious young woman working in his stead. 

tw: mentions of an injury and recovery

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a/n: bruce with the silver fox look AHH. we as a society moved on from christian bale as bruce WAY too fast.

Maia showed up to work the next morning with a pounding headache, her hands rubbing at her temples as she walked into her office. She was immediately met with her boss trailing after her, asking a million questions.

“Since when do you work with Bruce Wayne? What did he ask for help with? Are you–”

“Carl. Please. Give me a second to put my stuff down and then you can badger me with your questions,” She snapped.

“I just don’t understand – how did you even meet him?” He rambled on.

She huffed, throwing her bag onto her desk as she locked eyes with her co-worker, Bridget, on the desk opposite of Maia.

Bridget leaned forward, “Rumor has it you attended last night's charity gala on a certain CEO’s arm.” 

This only enflamed Carl, who sputtered behind Maia with a dozen other questions. Eventually, he walked off, muttering to himself when Maia refused to pay him any attention. She slumped in her chair with a sigh, already looking forward to the end of the day.

To her luck, the rest of the day had gone by relatively undisturbed as Carl had dozens of meetings to attend to. Maia stretched in her chair, working out the kinks in her shoulder from sitting in one position for so long.

“Wanna grab a bite from the Halal Cart? I’m starving,” Bridget asked.

As Maia began to respond, a ping went off in her bag. “One sec,” She pulled her phone out of her bag to see a notification alerting her that the honeypot had worked. 

“You go ahead without me, I’ll grab something later,” She didn’t wait for Bridget to respond, already making her way to the elevator and up to Bruce’s office on the 44th floor. 

Of course his office has to be at the very top. 

She walked out of the elevator, going past the receptionist’s desk before she was stopped.

“Ma’am, you need to have an appointment to see Mr. Wayne. Can I see your badge?” A tall, leggy and blonde woman said. 

Maia rolled her eyes, “Tell Mr. Wayne, that Maia Fox is here to see him.” The receptionist called in, her face smug as she held the phone to her ear. 

“Mr. Wayne, a Maia Fox, is here to see you. Would you like me to have her make an appoint–, oh. Yes Mr. Wayne, my apologies.” 

Maia smiled triumphantly and turned back towards the glass door to Bruce’s office. 

“It worked,” She said as she walked in.

Bruce sat at his desk, going over something on his computer. He looked up, a smile on his face as Maia approached.

“May I?” She gestured to the computer. 

“Please, help yourself,” He replied.

She made her way to his side of the desk, he made space for her as she leaned down. She took a minute to open up the system she had used to set the honeypot several nights ago.

“It looks like they took the bait,” She said, typing away on her computer, scanning and searching for any indication of a location.

There. She thought. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she narrowed in on finding where the signal had come from. She followed the trail they left behind, confident that she had managed to catch them when suddenly, the screen froze. 

“What the–” The frozen codes on the screen rearranged, she tried exiting the program, her fingers losing their grip on the keys as panic set in.

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I–,” She continued trying to do something, anything.

“Maia.” 

“I don’t know!”

The codes came together, finally merging to create a formula. It blinked on the screen, taunting her. She tried to reset the program, her hands frantically flying over the keys. 

“Dammit!” She stepped back, exasperated.

Bruce went over to the side of the table and unplugged the computer, the screen went dark in an instant. Maia turned, looking out the glass walls, over Gotham. 

“Maia,” Bruce said, his voice soft.

Tears pricked at her eyes, she sucked in a breath to calm herself – an attempt made in vain as Bruce placed a hand on either side of her shoulders. Silent tears slipped down her face. She brushed them away with the back of her hand.

“I failed.” 

“We’ll figure it out.”

“No, Bruce. I failed. You’re better off finding someone else to do this. I thought I could outsmart them, I thought I–,” She threw her hands up, “I’m so stupid.” 

Bruce grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around to look at him. She held her face in her hands, unable to muster the courage to face him. 

“Look at me. Maia. Look at me,” the assertiveness in his voice stirred something in her. She took a deep breath, letting her hands fall to her sides as she looked up at him.

“You’re incredibly capable of tracking them down. This was just a minor setback but I have full confidence in your abilities.”

She shook her head, his words weren’t going to convince her after what had just happened.

“We’ll go back to the cave, review what we know, what went wrong, and how to go forward. Are you with me?” She hesitated. How could she continue helping him – how could he want her to continue helping him when she had just completely and utterly failed. 

“Maia. I need you with me on this.”

She looked up at him, he narrowed his eyes at her, holding her gaze until she agreed with the slightest nod of her head. 

“Good.” 

She took a few breaths to recalibrate herself, the anxiety rolling off her as she processed his reaction to her failure. He wasn’t angry – hell, he wasn’t even upset. They could get through this. She could get through this.

Maia and Bruce had spent the next few weeks tirelessly working to catch Entropy. The two of them built up a routine, their days being spent either in Bruce’s office or down in the IT department and their nights spent at Wayne manor. Maia spent most of her time trying to track Entropy, occasionally taking breaks to track easier targets for Bruce’s nightly patrols through the city – targets like illegal drug and human trafficking rings and various other exploits. 

The sound of Bruce’s huffing took Maia’s attention away from the screen in front of her. 

“Must you do pull ups right in front of me? Your huffing and puffing is distracting me.”

Truth be told, it wasn’t the huffing that distracted her. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering but it was useless – his glistening, chiseled body was on full display as he pulled himself up. He looked inhuman, like a Greek god as opposed to a human being. She cleared her throat, trying to snap herself out of it.  He huffed again, the metal clank of the salmon ladder echoing off the cave’s walls as he jumped up to the next tier. 

She rolled her eyes, getting up from her seat, “I’m gonna grab some lunch,” She called out. 

Bruce jumped down, grabbing a towel from the back of her desk chair as he caught up to her.

“Please tell me you’re not ordering Chinese again.” She smirked, “Why, is your account finally running out of funds?” Bruce had insisted that he pay for her lunches, transportation, and any other expenses she might accrue as she spent her days and nights helping him. At first, Maia refused, unable to accept his help in fear of seeming like a freeloader. But he persisted – going so far as to threaten to increase her salary if she didn’t let him cover her expenses. 

Bruce chuckled, following her into the elevator. 

“If we keep this up, I fear it might.” Maia shrugged, “You insisted.”

“I had no idea how much takeout you ordered at the time.” 

She held back a smile, “Should’ve done better research, Mr. Wayne.”

Maia glanced at Bruce, his demeanor easy and relaxed, an uncommon sight to see as the two of them walked off to find something other than Chinese to eat.

Bruce’s body jerked as the batmobile came to a rough halt, a shocking jolt of pain running up his torso, knocking the breath out of his lungs. He managed to climb out of the vehicle and walked limply over the bridge, holding onto the railings to steady himself.

“Alfred!” He yelled, his voice strained.

“Bruce? Oh my god, Bruce!”

Maia came running towards him, pulling his arm over her shoulders for leverage. She helped him get to the table he was so often forced to lay upon for Alfred to stitch him up.

“Alfred!” She called out.

When she didn’t hear a response, Maia began to undo his suit and cowl. 

Bruce placed a hand over hers, “I’m alright, go get Alfred.” “You’re bleeding out, I can’t just leave you here. Let me at least try to stop the bleeding.” She worked swiftly, removing his suit entirely and grabbing various supplies to clean the wound before bandaging it.

As she worked on cleaning the wound, Alfred walked in.

“Well why didn’t anybody tell me you’re bleeding on the bloody table,” he muttered. 

The two of them quickly worked to stop the bleeding and dress the wound as Bruce fluttered in and out of consciousness. The next thing he knew, he was back in his bedroom, tucked into bed, moonlight seeping through the curtains. He turned his head to the side to see Maia curled up on the chair in the corner.

“Maia?” She stirred but didn’t wake up.

He winced as he tried to sit up, pain shooting through his torso. The sound was enough to rouse Maia from her sleep.

“Bruce, what do you need?” She instantly sat up from her chair and came over to him.

He groaned, “What are you still doing here? What time is it?” She looked over at the clock behind Bruce.

“Three in the morning, do you need anything for the pain?” He waved it off, “I’m fine, did Alfred not prepare a room for you?” “He did, I wanted to stay here with you – in case you needed anything.”

Bruce looked up at her, admiring the way she looked when she was groggy with sleep.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

He nodded, looking over to the side of his bed. 

“You know, this is a California king. If you’re not gonna go to bed in a room of your own, may as well use up the rest of this space,” He gestured to the vacant area next to him.

She scoffed, “I’m fine right here,” she tried to go back to the chair but he caught her hand.

“Please.”

She looked at Bruce and then at the space next to him. With a resigned sigh, she went over to the other side of the bed and plopped down, the sudden movement causing another jolt of pain up his side but he ignored it – smiling as she tucked herself under the duvet next to him.

“Stop gawking at me and go to sleep, God knows you need the rest.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he drifted off, a smile still on his face. 

Maia woke up to a heavy arm around her waist, the smell of musk and cedarwood surrounding her. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, finally realizing where she was. She tried to sit up but was met with a groan. She gently tried to lift Bruce’s arm off her, eliciting another groan. Eventually, she managed to get out from under his grasp without waking him up. 

“Good morning Alfred,” She said as she walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a banana from one of the many fruit baskets on the counter.

“Good morning, Miss. How’s Master Wayne?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

“He’s still asleep but he’s doing well, I think he’s getting some much needed rest.”

“I’m afraid being severely wounded is one of the only times he allows himself to.” 

Something tugged at her heart. The thought of Bruce working himself to the bone and denying himself of something as basic as rest didn’t sit well with her. She made a note to hound him about getting some proper sleep at least some nights. 

“I have to head to the office. Tell Bruce I left a folder in the cave on potential Entropy members.” 

“I will,” He paused, coming over to Maia and taking her hands in his, “and thank you.” Maia looked at him, confused.

“It’s my job, Alfred, of course.” “No,” he waved, “not for that Entropy nonsense. You’ve brought back light into his eyes. I haven’t seen him this lively since–”

She squeezed his hand, understanding what he meant to say. 

“Did you hear, Wayne’s finally back. I heard he took the week off to blow money on some models in Cancun. Man, if only.”

Maia rolled her eyes at Carl’s comment as she walked into the building. Bruce had barely recovered and he’d returned to the office, despite Alfred and Maia’s protests. 

She held her badge to the scanner to open the door to the IT department but she was met with an error. 

“What the hell?” She held it up again, and again she was met with an error. 

“Maybe your badge is expired,” Carl said. He scanned his and the door unlocked. He held it open for her and the two of them walked in. Confused, Maia went up to Molly at the front desk. 

“Hey, Molly? My badge wasn’t working. Can you check to see why?”

“There was a message left for you to see Bruce Wayne, could be related?” she handed Maia an envelope addressed to her. 

She took the letter from Molly, tearing it open to see what Bruce had left for her that he couldn't have just texted.

"No fucking way," She said as she looked up after reading the letter.

The sound of Maia’s heels echoed off the walls of the hallway to Bruce’s office as she stormed through, ignoring the protests of anyone who got in her way. She pushed open the glass doors, barging into his office. Bruce’s eyes shot up from the papers at his desk, a questioning look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something but Maia held up a hand before he could say anything.

“You made me your personal assistant?” She exclaimed, holding up the letter he’d left her.

“Maia–” “I worked my ass off to get that position in the IT department and you just threw it all away with the wave of a hand. How dare you?” “If you would let me explain–” He stood up, his hands up in a defensive position. He looked behind her through the glass-paned office at the busybody employees that were no doubt trying to listen in on what was going on. Maia didn’t care but of course, Bruce did. He walked over to her, grabbing her arm to move them out of their line of sight. 

He leaned in, the charming billionaire Bruce Wayne act disappearing into thin air, replaced by the no nonsense crime fighter she worked the night with. 

“I can’t go down to the IT department every time I need you to do something for me – nor can you come up here each time,” He huffed, “Once we’ve caught Entropy, you can have your position back – hell, I’ll even give you a higher position,” Maia cut in before he could finish.

“Nuh-uh,” She shook her head,  “I am not going to give people any more reason to doubt my skills. It’s enough that people accuse me of using my uncle to get a job here. I’m not gonna let people think I slept with the CEO to get a promotion,” She snapped and pulled herself out of Bruce’s grip. 

She ran a hand through her hair with a huff, anger and anxiety colliding. Her badge hadn’t worked this morning, locking her out of the IT department. She had thought it was just a mistake, so she asked around until she found out that Bruce relocated her to his office on the top floor – not as an IT specialist or a security systems engineer, no, she was now his personal assistant, his coffee girl. 

“I understand. But I can’t run back and forth anymore. This has been going on for weeks, we need to stay close and I need you on standby for any alerts we get.” “They haven’t made a move in weeks – we spooked them, for all we know, they’ve gone under.” Bruce shook his head, “I can’t take any chances. You can go back to the IT department after we’re done. End of story.”

“Fine. But you can make your own damn coffee.” 

Bruce smirked as he took a step back, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“I’ll have someone bring your stuff up.” 

The rest of the day passed by faster than Maia had expected, she didn’t have much work to do as an assistant in contrast to her job at the IT department. She spent most of the day going over the Entropy details with Bruce and scheduling meetings occasionally (and quite begrudgingly). 

Though part of her was still annoyed at his antics, she found it was quite easy to forgive the playboy when he gave you an office that overlooked all of Gotham and double the pay with half the work. She would treat this as a vacation of sorts. 

As she packed up her desk, Bruce approached, placing a sleek black envelope in front of her. 

“What’s this?” She asked, looking up at him. He’d taken off his suit jacket hours ago, his sleeves now rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms. His disheveled hair framed his face perfectly. This was his best look — though she’d never admit that to him. 

“Come with me to the Wayne Foundation Gala tonight,” 

“Another gala?” She scoffed, “how many of these do you have within a year?” 

He shrugged, his hands in his pockets, ever so nonchalant. 

“You’ll have to be with me at all times,” He teased,

“as my assistant, of course, you’ll be expected to be at my beck and call.” 

Maia tried to fight the smile on her face at the traces of mischief in Bruce’s voice. 

“You’re incorrigible.”

Maia rubbed at her temples, the squawking laughter from the gaggle of women crowding over Bruce for the past two hours had given her a damn migraine.

“Tell us again about how you went skinny dipping in the Maldives, Mr. Wayne!” Another burst of laughter erupted from the crowd as Bruce entertained their brainless babble and Maia threw back her glass of champagne. 

Not strong enough. 

The women leaned in, watching Bruce intently, hanging off his every word. Maia had to admit, he did have a certain charm and when he spoke, you couldn’t help but listen. Maia caught his gaze as she listened to him tell the story, suddenly flustered by his stare, she looked away. 

“Ladies, may I have a moment with M-,” He cleared his throat, “my assistant, please?”

The women all but deflated as he made his way out the crowd, a hand brushing the small of Maia’s waist as he led them away. The gesture had the unfortunate side effect of making her feel like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. 

They passed by CEOs, politicians and lawyers, and Bruce charmed his way through them with his warm smile and friendly demeanor. Part of her felt like sometimes being Bruce Wayne, billionaire CEO playboy, wasn’t always a mask he put on. It came to him so naturally, the smiles, the charm, the power. 

Once they’d made it outside, Bruce spilled the champagne off the balcony. 

She laughed, shocked, “I could’ve used that.”

“You’ve had plenty to drink, I’ll be lucky if I don’t have to carry you home,” he shot back. 

She’d only drank a couple of glasses — though she could feel the warm buzz of inebriation creeping over her with the addition of that last glass. 

“I needed it, those women were giving me an aneurysm.” 

Bruce laughed, a breathy little laugh that made her insides twist. 

“Is that— jealousy, I sense, Ms. Fox?” 

“Pfft, no way,” Maia tried to play it off but she couldn’t help the knots in her stomach when he looked at her like that. 

The pair stood in silence, taking in each others presence. The moonlight illuminated all the plains and grooves of Bruce’s face, making him look even more sculpted than usual. 

Maybe it was the champagne — or maybe she was jealous. Whatever it was, it gave her enough courage to speak without inhibitions. 

“You’re inhumanely beautiful,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed at the man before her. 

Bruce chuckled, a full laugh now. It made Maia want to keep making him laugh. 

“What! It’s true!” She said defensively as she pushed his shoulder. 

Bruce stepped forward, catching her hand in his. He pulled her in and she stared, wide eyed at the sudden contact. His eyes never left hers as he held her against his chest. She could feel every breath he took, their chests rising and falling in unison. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. A shudder rose up her spine, sobering her back up. 

“I think I’m sober now.” 

Bruce smiled — but it didn’t reach his eyes. He lowered his hand, seemingly snapping out of his daze.

"I should take you home. Come on," He said gently, "Let's go."

[heckinconfusedparade]

So, echidnas, hedgehogs, and foxes all can purr.

Indeed they can!

Sonic only purrs when he’s completely comfortable, chill, and sleepy.

Amy purrs all the time, because she’s just a very happy gal. If she’s happy to see you, you’ll hear faint purring.

Shadow purrs when he’s relaxing somewhere pleasantly warm. Don’t tell him you heard it, though. He’ll get embarrassed. He used to purr all the time with Maria. Maria was a sick child, and purring is scientifically proven to help with aches, pains, and some illnesses, so Shadow’s service was needed a lot.

Silver only purrs when he gets back to his own time after an adventure, because every worry he had was fixed, and he can relax.

Tails purrs if he’s being held by his friends for a period of time, especially Sonic. This kit is a fiend for hugs and cuddles, so catch him purring as much as the tiny motor in his chest will let him!

Knuckles rarely purrs because he’s rarely content. He’s always on alert. If he’s 100% there’s no threat, he’ll purr in his sleep.

Blaze doesn’t really purr much, but let her lay in the sunlight, and she just can’t help herself.

Big purrs when he fishes with Froggy, or when he’s with his friends.

[notmozzi]

hii legoskii i was wondering if we could see more of evil kiriko smut .. 😞😞😞

Villain!Kiriko x Reader (NSFW)

A/N: sorry for the wait! been busy, but hope this will suffice :)

——————

It was a calm, cool night- just half an hour past midnight. You’d been attending the yearly Fox Festival in Kanezaka with a group of friends, primarily to see the fireworks. And on your way home, you’d decided to stop for a drink at a bar. A simple, single glass. Something light. Why not?

However, in return, you ended up finding great interest in the dance floor, and in no time you were partying along with others around your age, letting yourself unwind. The night had still been young, after all. And you’d always liked to dance. Plus, being surrounded by complete strangers made it better!

But then, you saw her. She wasn’t dancing, she was watching from a distance. Leaning against the bar with a small glass of bourbon in one hand. Dressed in all black, with her button-up being unbuttoned enough to expose her collarbone and everything above it. You’d barely made out a thin, silver chain around her neck, glistening under the distant lights of the dance floor. She had also been smoking what you’d assumed was a cigarette, but later learned was just a thin cigar. How classy.

You’d noticed her after taking a break to catch your breath, having planned to return to the fun for a few more songs after the following one ended. But���you’d gotten a little tipsy. And seeing this attractive young woman eyeing you like a tiger in the woods made your confidence spike a couple notches.

It hadn’t taken you long to get shy around her, though. She’d held herself up very well, and her voice was extremely weakening, god. Not to mention how tall she was, how she looked at you, and how confident, coy and witty she was. Everything about her practically screamed powerful.

A conversation had quickly sparked, flirtations thrown in the mix, and the woman eventually revealed to you that she owned the place. She’d invited you to the back to show you proof, among other things, and as you’d grown more comfortable around her, she’d grown more…intimate. Nothing to make you uncomfortable, of course. Just subtle touches that gradually got bolder.

Then, standing before one another in silence, Kiriko eventually sensed that you two wanted the same thing. She set her cigar down onto a nearby ashtray, yet as you two neared a kiss, the woman briskly pulled away, quietly informing you who she was. An utter of her full name, and nothing more.

And this had instantly alerted you. Kiriko Kamori was easily Kanezaka’s most notorious vigilante. A thief, a manipulator, and most of all- a killer.

Millions of questions ran rampant. One of which being; how in the hell did Kiriko own an entire bar? And why? Simple. She went by another name. Kiriko Yamagami. Well. Yamagami, for short.

“I don’t really tell people my first name.” Kiriko huffed, a vague cloud of smoke ghosting from her nostrils as she put the cigar back to her lips. “I mean, no reason for them to know, right? It’d only be a risk.” A smirk made its way onto her face as she took another drag. “More so for them.”

As for the “why,” Kiriko simply enjoyed having an excuse to unwind. Owning a bar wasn’t necessarily difficult for her. She could also use the steady income, even if she was already a thief.

Learning all of this had, of course, stunned you. This woman wasn’t just well-known, but she was feared. You’d never seen her before this, obviously, but the news had made her capabilities pretty obvious. She was strong, unafraid to kill, quick, and absolutely out for blood.

And yet, by the time you two were alone in a closed-off, secluded room, sexual tensions were too high to ignore. You felt your heart tugging for you to just pounce, and looking into that woman’s dangerously attractive eyes, you simply couldn’t find a bone within you that even wanted to run. All you wanted was her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your raging attraction to women. Either way, you didn’t care.

And Kiriko sensed this, too. It only took about three minutes of small talk before things grew intimate again; and this time, Kiriko didn’t hold back. Having finished her cigar, she simply tossed it to the floor and let it air out, approaching you with a predatory glint in her eyes. You felt helpless in the most addicting way possible as she brought a hand to your chest, pressing you firmly against the nearest wall as her lips crashed against yours.

And that’s how you ended up here. Grinding against her while she watched.

The room was dimly lit by the warm, orange hue of the surrounding LEDs. A mini-bar sat in one corner of the room, but most space was taken up by a large, maroon-colored couch. The fancy furniture surrounded a glass roundtable in the center of the room, and atop said table stood two unfinished glasses of bourbon, along with an ashtray. This was a lounge dedicated to only a few people- a lounge dedicated to sheer, absolute privacy and comfort. And that level of privacy was something you definitely needed.

Straddling Kiriko’s lap with your knees pressed against the couch, a drawn out, high-pitched whine fell past your lips as you needily ground your hips down against hers. Smiling up at you with a coquettish hum, the vigilante brought her hand up to your clothed sex, gingerly pressing three digits against your clit and eliciting another whine from you.

Delightful shivers ran down your spine, and sparks of pleasure exploded within you from the point of contact. Eager for more, you pressed back into her, attempting to create more friction. And with nothing more than a chuckle, Kiriko simply watched you work your way to climax against her, her eyes dark with lustrous thrill.

“Yeah,” her voice was low, her tone laced with hunger, almost as if she were holding herself back from what else she wanted to do to you. “That’s my girl.”

“Fffuck…please-“

Every word she spoke fueled a fire of need within you. Feeling her hands at your hips, her hips beneath yours, and most of all, her eyes dead-set on you- it was exhilarating. You were getting wetter and wetter every time you made eye contact with her, everytime you felt her.

Kiriko began gingerly rubbing circles over your clit with a thumb, feeling wetness through your clothes as you continued to ride her. It was almost embarrassing, how willing you were to cum for this woman even if it meant fully clothed. But that look in her eye was beyond alluring. And she had this dangerous edge to her voice; it was intimidating yet turned you on to an embarrassing extent.

Suddenly, Kiriko put slightly more pressure against your clit, causing your hips to jolt and a sharp moan to elicit from you. Your breathing became ragged as you struggled to keep your movements consistent. Still rutting, your mouth was slightly ajar as weak, desperate sounds fell from you.

“You like that?” Kiriko purred, watching closely as your face scrunched up in that cute way it always does when you’re close. Taking a shuddering breath, you couldn’t find the ability to respond to her coherently; you instead continued to grind, your hands clinging desperately onto each of Kiriko’s shoulders as your movements grew feverish.

“Bad girl. I think you do.”

Kiriko sat back against the cushions, her hands now guiding your hips and encouraging you to speed up, which you enthusiastically did. As you began further pressing her into the cushions, she couldn’t help tilting her head back, letting out a low groan at the sensation. She absolutely loved it- having such a needy girl like you sitting in her lap and using her to get off. Hearing your sweet little sounds as she touched you; seeing you submit.

With a growl, Kiriko suddenly bucked up into you, making you gasp.

“F-fuck…” you panted, burying your face into the crook of her neck, “…m’gonna….sshhhittt-“

Kiriko didn’t respond right away, gripping your hips tighter as she continued guiding the movement of your hips. Your heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure began to fill the air. Yours specifically, but Kiriko was beginning to let herself loose as well. You were both grateful that the music outside was as loud as it was.

“You’re so- mm- so needy…” Kiriko groaned softly, a coy laugh audible in her tone. You could see her cheeks go crimson as she began to pleasure herself as well- bucking up into you. The sight made you gush. “You’re cute like this,” she opened her eyes for a moment and looked up to watch you, chuckling a bit when you looked back with those wide, hazy eyes, “you know that?”

The praise, and she knew it, made you weak. You felt like you were truly hers, and not just in a possessive way. The way she touched you tenderly and took her time with you got you all sorts of hot and bothered. And so you whimpered into her neck, too shy to respond with words, but hoping the wet kiss you pressed against her throat would suffice.

And it definitely had. You immediately heard her sigh pleasantly at the touch, and curiously, you did it again, this time adding a graze of your tongue.

“…Mmm…keep doing that.” Kiriko murmured, her eyes closing once more. One of her hands reached up to rest on the back of your neck, gently pushing your face closer, “Do that again, sweetheart.”

The petname made heat shoot straight to your clit, but the command itself brought a small smirk to your lips. She likes that, huh?

Dutifully, you began to leave vague hickies anywhere you could along the side of Kiriko’s neck. Your teeth skimmed over the soft flesh just under her jaw, but closer to her shoulders you were sure to leave darker marks. The pleased sigh and occasional, low moan that escaped the vigilante with each bite sent shivers up your spine. She went from holding onto your neck to gently tugging your hair, whispering small praises like “just like that” or “you’re so good at this, Y/N” into your ear. Eager to continue pleasing her, you continued travelling down to her collarbone, bringing a slightly hesitant hand up to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

She let you, smirking all the while. As you began to reveal more and more skin, Kiriko helped you out by sitting up straight for just a moment. You let out a frustrated noise as you were forced to stop your movements, sitting up as well to see what she was up to.

The sight of Kiriko taking off her button-up was definitely going to be fantasy fodder for a long time after tonight. She slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt and slipped the garment off, tossing it into a random corner of the lounge. This revealed her lean shoulders and arms, a simple black bra, and a toned, toned, stomach. By no means was Kiriko buff, but she was definitely fit.

Kiriko quickly noticed your staring, bringing her hands back to your hips.

“Like what you see?”

Despite the deep blush blossoming on your face, you were shameless. Breathlessly, you murmured back, “Yeah, I do.” You paused to keep admiring her body, lewdly wondering how it would feel to have her towering over you.

“Take off your shirt for me.” A sudden command. You looked back up to find her staring right at you, hunger lacing her expression. You honestly struggled to respond right away. But there was nothing to be said, based on the look on her face. She wasn’t asking.

You did as she requested, crossing your arms over your head and pulling your top off. You tossed it in the same direction Kiriko had tossed hers, and when you looked back at her, you knew what she wanted next, her smirk making it painfully obvious. You took off your bra quickly, undoing the clasp with ease and letting it fall onto Kiriko’s lap. Kiriko watched it fall, deciding to throw it elsewhere herself this time, before taking in every inch of your now-half-naked form. Very, very slowly.

“So pretty,” she murmured affectionately, her hands caressing your sides, “such a pretty girl.”

You shivered, your head falling forward little ways as a shaky sigh fell from you. Eagerly, you let your eyes slowly fall closed, your body tingling with each little touch Kiriko made upon your sensitive body.

You knew, based on the hungry look in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, that Kiriko was going to take very good care of you.

[wednesdaythesecond]

gray hair bilvys for your time

🚨🚨SILVER FOX ALERT🚨🚨

[dreaming-of-lucidity]

New concept: Sweethearts with 'old people' affirmations printed on them.

Just imagine grabbing a box of Sweethearts, opening it, and getting a singular heart. You read it: "YOUVE STILL GOT IT."

Some phrases for your amusement:

YOUVE STILL GOT IT

SILVER FOX

KEEN FOR U

LIFE ALERT AND SQUIRT

HEARING AID, GET LAID

NOT OLD, JUST CLASSIC

BLOCKBUSTER

READING GLASSES, SEEING ASSES

[slashingdisneypasta]

SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You find out that Aaron is married.

Part One Part Two Part 3

Warnings: You think you've been accidentally a 'mistress' (But spoiler alert, you haven't been). Creative liberties on the musical character and his marital status 😅 I mean they never said he wasn't seperated?? !!

Your phone starts to sing the wicked witch of the wests theme once again and the words 'Rat Bastard' flash on your screen, but just as soon as it begun you swipe to decline to call. No. your roommate, eating dinner and watching tv with you on the other side of the couch, notices and finally sets down her fork.

"Okay- what was that? That's happened 6 times tonight."

Shrugging quickly, you shove a forkful of butter chicken into your mouth. "Just telemarketers." You mutter with our mouth full.

When she doesn't respond but doesn't look away from you either for several moments, you finally turn and give her a deadpanned-stare. Like, what?-

"I know you know I'm not that dumb. Who's the rat bastard?" She raises a perfectly tweezed eyebrow, looking serious; an accusatory tone in her voice when she speaks again. "... that old guy you were seeing?"

... you regret letting it slip that you were seeing someone and that you couldn't tell her who because he was older. Goddamnit. Shrugging again, you look back unseeingly to the TV and go to shove more food into your face- but stop at the last second and drop the utensil to your plate set on the arm of the couch. "... he's married." One glance your roommates way and its all tumbling out. "- I- I mean, I didn't know!! I swear, I didn't know. He never wore a ring and I didn't even think- Look, he said he had a wife but that's over now. I believed him. I know, I'm an idiot- "

Quickly your roommate shakes her head sternly and stops you. "Hey, I believe you. Didnt even cross my mind that you would do that knowingly, I promise."

"... okay." You breath, relieved.

"Guy sounds like a jackass."

Nodding, a wonky little relieved-grin slips across your face. "He is."

After a quiet moment in which she reaches over and squeezes your arm sympathetically, she gives you a hyper focused look all of a sudden. You know exactly what's about to come out of her and already start groaning. "... so are you gonna tell me who it is now?- "

"Oh for gods sake- no!"

"Come on!!"

"No!"

"I wanna know who the silver fox is!!"

"Get off my case!"

"Never!"

~

Its 2 hours and 4 more declined calls later that there's a knock at your dorm rooms front door. Its dark (Around 8.30pm) and freezing outside, snowing actually, so you have no idea who on earth would be visiting unless its dumbass ding dong ditchers from the guys floor. Before you can get up from the couch where you're typing out a paper due tomorrow (Being with Callahan had truly distracted you from your work- usually you would have had this done and dusted by now. Oh well, back to the grind you suppose.), your roommate passes you and peers out the peephole. "Is that-... " She starts, but cuts herself off. You brush it off and keep on typing (You're on a roll!!), thinking perhaps it was one of the guy's.

When she opens the door you have a clear view of who's out there and immediately feel frozen despite the electric blanket strewn over your legs.

Your roommate looks to you and tilts her head to the side, looking skeptical and merciless. "Rat bastard is Professor Callahan??" You can see it in her eyes- not her first choice, but she can see how this happened...

Callahan looks perturbed, at that- but his focus is on you. "I've called you 10 times."

He looks surprisingly handsome, in his long black coat with dusty snow on the shoulders and his hair windswepped from the weather, but you just feel anger boil in the pit of your stomach looking at him. And anxiety, because of what you've done to some woman out there who's already struggling being married to such a jackass, and a burning frustration. You don't want to talk, you don't want to see him. That's what 10 declined calls means.

And- seriously!?? 3 months of doing it and him constantly saying he would never step foot at your place because its a craphole and because its risky- and he comes once you don't want him here!? Jesus fucking christ!-

Your roommate can see the frustration burning and boiling in your eyes and immediately turns back to the man outside. "Look, thanks for coming by, you do get points for making the trip- but not many. You should go- " She tries to close the door but he just sticks a foot in the way.

You've seen her stomp on a mans foot before for doing this, so you just raise a brow and wait- but she doesn't. He curls his hand around the door and steps in; brushing snow off his shoulders and directly onto the floor. "Now you can close it. Don't need anyone seeing me here."

Rolling your eyes, you save your work and close your laptop. "Get out. I don't want to speak to you- "

"Well, how sad for you- because I want to speak to you." He follows you right into your room and closes the door, the two of you leaving your roommate to sit alone in the livingroom, mop up the rapidly melting snow the bastard left at the front door, and try to eavesdrop.

~

"Y/N- ... I thought you were smarter then this." He starts, standing in front of you closed bedroom door with a stern and judgmental frown tight along his jaw- the arrogance in his voice is clear as day.

Oh good start, you think, rolling your eyes deeply and forcing yourself not to throw something at him. "What!??" Is he serious?! What the hell does he mea- "What did you even come here for? Kick me while I'm down??"

"You've been practically living with me- did you ever once see an indication that she was living there, too? We're separated. She's just searching for the best divorce attorney to 'take me down', before we begin negotiations. I told you it was finished with her, and I was not lying to you." He sighs, rolling his eyes. "And in answer to your question- I'm obviously here to get you back."

... "I don't believe you." You tell him, words careful and clear. Because you don't! It was the most mortifying moment of your life today when you found out about this, talking with some other professors. You had just approached them because one of them was your Heroes and Villains professor and you had a question about the recent assignment when they pulled you into the conversation they were having. When they asked if you knew Professor Callahan? you told the truth (Well partly the truth), and said yes you'd crossed paths at events and he subbed one of your classes last week. It felt good to tell a part-truth about him for once. Instead of acting like you don't know him or just never getting to mention him you got to say yeah i know him!; i'd hate to be in his class. So when they then started telling you about a story with his wife at a function, everything just crashed.

You have never felt so awful in your life. Like scum. Like idiot scum. And you don't ever intend to feel that way again.

He sighs slowly, closing his eyes in frustration for a moment. "... would you like her to write you a note?"

Oh he thinks this is funny. Before he even opens his eyes again, you've got your phone out and you're searching through your contacts for Lewis's number. "I'll show you funny... "

His eyes pop open and he looks to you with a confused, angry look. "What are you doing?" In 2 steps he's right beside you peering at your phone and when you press call you see his jaw tighten. "What the hell."

Pressing the phone to your ear, you listen to the rings and wait for the sweet guy who likes horror to pick up so you can ask him on a second date. "Baby you're not laughing??"

"Hang. up." The frown on his face looks like its set in stone, a terrible glare behind those glasses that almost intimidates you.

"That's not going to happen, sorry- " Suddenly Lewis' sweet voice slips through the receiver. "Lewis! Hi!" You're looking directly into Callahan's eyes, which are pissed off, as he stays quiet as a mouth- he wouldn't want to blow his own cover here. Lewis might recognise his voice and ask questions. "How are you??"

Folding his hands into his jacket pockets, Callahan stands there and waits. That's all he can do. Glare half-curious around your room and wait impatiently for you to stop it. Stop teasing. His shoulders are set taught in the coat and his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek and he tries to distract himself with the things on your wall- tickets from shows you've seen, pictures of you and... some other people (Your family? Your friends? Fuck, he doesn't know. How would he), pressed flowers, receipts, and reminders. He notices that he recognises most of the clothes you're wearing in your pictures, and movies on your shelf that he actually knows you love (And also holes in your collection. Ones he can get you- and will. If you dont come to your senses now, then he'll just have to buy you back), and a certain sticker popping up on your calendar... on every day you saw him.

You see him staring at your calendar, and watch the cogs in his brain turn realising what the little red stickers meant. You've never seen him so focused on something to do with you, before. It makes something in you settle.

Lewis in your gets drowned out by your blood pumping loudly, and you calmly tell him sorry, i've gotta go.

Dropping your phone on your bed, you cross your arms and look reproachfully at Aaron who, despite hearing you hang up the call in time, is still searching your room with his eyes. All your personal things. Everything that's just... you. Things he didn't know about before and things he did. You take in a deep breath.

He speaks up before you can. "Finished playing your immature little games, then?... "

Groaning, you give up. He's an asshole! He cant help it! Its in his core- it doesn't really matter whether he's really cheating with you or not at this point!

You go to pass him, throw the door open and tell him to get the hell out- but he grabs your arm and guides you back to him. "Hey!- "

"Listen to me... " He growls lowly, close to your face. "I came here. To this shithole you call a home, at great risk to my career that I am justly proud of- if that doesn't mean something to you, I don't know how I can prove to you that I am all for you, Y/N. I am married only in the legal sense. Only on paper. Believe me."

"Well- what about any other girls you're fucking?? I mean we're not exclusive, so I assume- "

"Please." He sighs, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling. "We both know what this has been for a while, now." A smirk flickers at the corners of his lips looking back down at your again, drawing your gaze to his mouth. The gravel in his voice is throwing you as it always has. "You're the only young lady I'm interested in- and I know, despite your ridiculous games, I'm the only man you're into."

"... oh you know that for a fact, do you?" You ask hesitantly, returning your gaze to his eyes, framed in black plastic and clear glass. There's a prickle of danger tugging at your heart, now. Neither of you have said anything like this, yet. But he's right. This has been coming for a while.

"Mhmmm."

... you part your lips, still feeling unsure. "I'm not sure if I should trust you, still... "

"... " For a moment he looks frustrated, setting his jaw once again... before sighing and rolling his eyes. Like, fine. Eyes widening, you watch him separate from you a little, just standing up straight again, and pull out his own phone; searching through for a certain name. "I didn't want to do this... but fine. I'll call the bitch."

"What!?"

"You can ask her." He tells you, holding the phone to his ear.

Your jaw drops. "Hold on now!, I don't want- "

"Too late, phones ringing. Stay right here, princess."

[vees-strangeworld-omniverse]

ARGONUS FAUNA: treehounds, domestic gray foxes + breeds

(NOTE: descriptions copy-pasted from DA where i normally/originally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

[this image is actually a recent addition to the roster of fauna, having been posted in july 2023.]

a collection of treehound breeds that i sketched whilst i was out in south carolina visiting family. my god, i have never been surrounded by SO MANY DOGS (four of them total, not including our own dog that we brought with us), which may or may not have been the real inspo for this piece.

so, anyways, i've already drew these guys a long while ago [tumblr post about them is here], but i'll gladly talk about it again.

    these guys are treehounds, a domesticated variant (subspecies?) of the planet's gray fox , the smallest amerigian canid (though to us it's the size of a lion). they were one of many attempts by humans to get a dog analog back into their society, and of all the attempts these were (strangely), the most successful. they were one of only a handful of wild animals to have been tamed and domesticated exclusively by human, though their origins on their actual domestication had been lost to time. what is known, however, is that the first domesticated treehound originated from Western Coast Province, and that there were several environmental factors that could've played a role in the taming/domestication. there also exist a sort of local folk tale that explains their origin (but i'll leave that till the end).

    anyway, fast forward to modern day, and there exist several breeds of treehounds, all having been bred with specific usages. let's just get into it.

AKIYOTE     one of the least derived breed, yet simultaneously the most widely used by humans. the akiyote is considered the german shepherd of the treehounds; an intelligent and cunning breed, it's a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to the jobs it has.     the akyote originally was created to be a guard fox. but, like the german shepherd, it is often most associated with human law enforcement; search-and-rescue, narcotic detection, tracking, pursuing criminals, etc.. it also is a widely used service animal, and especially with the physically and visually impaired.     the akiyote is a relatively modest-sized breed; they come in varying hues of the typical gray & red colors their wild ancestors have, however they all consistently have a darker-colored head, back and tail tip. usually these dark spots are black in color, though in lighter-colored individuals it could present itself as a darker gray/silver. although a typically friendly and moderately active breed, the akyote needs to be well-socialized and well-train, as they're known to be aggressive towards strangers. however, once properly trained, they're considered an amazing and loyal breed.

SPECKLED RETRIEVER      were the akiyote is a vulpine german shepherd, the speckled retriever is a labrador in a fox's body. much like the lab, they're a "gun-fox", having been initially bred to flush out, find and retrieve game (mainly birds and rabbits). however, like the akiyote, they're a VERY versatile breed; arguable much more than the akiyote.     the speckled retriever had long been used in search-and-rescue, water rescues, and are popular as service animals. as a matter of fact, because of their relatively large size yet very calm and smart temperament, in the human world they are the poster child for service foxes; mobility assistance, guiding, seizure alerting, therapy, autism support, ect. sometimes they're often preferred over other treehound breeds when it comes to service animals.     the speckled retriever is easily recognized for it's floppy ears, short fur, and a near-solid colored coat with a white underside and it's namesake "speckles" that run down it's back. they come in an assortment of colors; red (most popular), gray, silver, tan, chocolate, etc. like said, they are an intelligent yet very calm breed. in spite of their seemingly lithe frame, they're strong swimmers and love to swim just as much as they love to climb. their temperament and easy care makes them popular as family pets, as well as a good beginner breed for those who wish to own treehounds themselves.

RABBIT COLLIE     a strange breed that is popular with freerunners who own ranches/farms, the rabbit collie is an unusual breed with an unusual history to it.     you see, during the initial breed development, they weren't bred by humans, but rather initially bred by the elkinets who wanted to see how effective they were at pest control. this included breeding in wild gray fox DNA into them (similar to how the australian cattle dog is part-dingo), to add extra energy for hunting. however, once a few freerunners got their hands on them, they were then bred further to become not just pest control, but also effective herding foxes. they'd herd typical freerunner livestock like poultry, guinea pigs and rabbits; however, they also were great at flushing (and killing) pest like rats, mice and occasionally house sparrows.     the rabbit collie gets its's name partly because of it's long, wiry hair which makes it's ears look longer than they really are. they're commonly very light in color; silver and light tan being the two main variations. they're one of the smartest breeds of treehound, however they are also a very active breed that needs lots of space and enrichment; not to mention the long fur, which sheds alot and requires quite the upkeep. this makes them the least beginner friendly, though in the correct hands/paws they can be just as good pets.

PANTHER PINSCHER     the panther pinscher initially doesnt even look like a treehound or any known canine; as a matter of fact, it look more like a cat than anything else. but even still, this breed is not one to be messed with.     the panther pinscher is a large breed that was used to fill the role of all the big, heavy working dogs. it's was bred to be used mainly as a guard/watch fox, protecting it's homes from intruders and trespassers. however, it's large size also allows it to do heavy lifting, by pull carts and carrying supplies in specialized harnesses. it's a symbol of strength and intimidation, which makes it a common mascot in many human schools. and one could not forget the controversial (and often illegal) practice of "fox-fighting", where much like pitbulls these guys were the forerunners of.     this breed is well known for it's panther-like appearance (of which they're still debate as to whether this was intentional or not). it's size is more closer to the planet's red foxes (or to us more closer to a liger's size), making it the largest breed of treehound. it's short fur, short face and small ears give it that feline-like look, and only seems to come in solid colors (black, blue and white being common), sometimes having white spots on their legs, chest and tail tip. yet in spite of it's intimidating appearances and initial usages, it has became popular with many families. how? well, as it turns out its a surprisingly well-rounded breed in temperament and care; they're easy to train and easy to socialize, and are rather friendly animals towards children and other pets. if size and local laws on certain breeds isn't your problem when looking for great family pets, then a panther pinscher might just be for you.

TEACUP FOX     the teacup fox is what one would consider the lovechild between a jack russel and a chihuahua in fox form; in direct contrary to the panther pischer, it's the smallest breed out there.     the teacup fox was initially bred to be a kind of pest control; it's tiny sizes allow them to reach spaces that other vermin-hunting breeds couldn't. however, whilst it was effective at it's job, it's small size quickly made them a popular companion animal to those who do not have the space for any other breeds of treehounds. these breeds would later be classified as "minifoxes" of which the teacup fox would be the posterchild for.     the teacup fox comes in many colors and coat lengths, however the main defining trait is it's size; it is no bigger than the planet's chihuahua or pomeranian (closer to a lab/golden retreiver), and it almost looks like a treehound kit itself. although considered an "apartment friendly" breed, it is still an active breed that needs proper exercise and enrichment. it is also a skittish breed, and while quick to bond with it's owner and other house members, they can be rather aloof with strangers. thus, whilst not a bad option, it's still a breed that needs some consideration.

BOBPUG     the bobpug is also a minifox breed, just a little bit bigger than the teacup fox. of all the breed listed here, the bobpug had perhaps the simplest usage.     this fox was bred purely for companionship. more specifically, it was bred to be as smart, calm and friendly as some of the larger treehound breeds, yet be small enough to fit in most homes. bassically, a miniature version of all the big guys listed above, minus size. this wasn't the first breed to have been bred for such reasons, but it's by far the most popular and well-known. they are often the second or third most popular breed to be used as service animals.     the bobpug gets its name from it's short face and naturally short tail (believed to have been unintentional by the breeders). like the teacup fox, it comes in a wide variety of colors and coat lengths; some varieties also have floppy ears like the speckled retriever. however, it is slightly bigger than the teacup fox, and unlike the teacup fox is is a rather calm, smart, easily-trained, and overall a very well-rounded breed. although they get along great with most owners, they're popular with elderly people and families with young kids due to being smaller and more patient.

[tumblr note: this was going to contain a short story attached to the original deviantart post, but this one is already long enough so i'm gonna make a seperate post about that]