#taffy the fox

[emioliravioli]

Me after forgetting to flip the canvas

Ur epicness bday gift ft my sonic oc taffy

ANYWAYS HAPPY BDAY EMI ILY <333 /P

AAAA Y'ALL ARE SO FAST OMG

THANK YOU REINA!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE YOU TOO!!!

[taffypointby]

Fly family lore part 4578

[wafflethelittlefox]

It’s a beautiful afternoon, perfect for a walk in the park to enjoy the scenery. Maybe we could invite a friend or two. In this instance, the two friends happened to bump into each other

[garfieldstim]

Can you make a fox stimboard with pinks, food, flowers and foxes? Sweets & candies preferably for the foods ty!!!

fox stimboard with pink, flowers and sweets for anon

x x x / x x x / x x x

[arolesbianism]

Just realized I forgot to post these

[amirisqueer]

Christmas gifts for my friends

[deepsea-kinniies]

Once again can't use both tags, search by name!

[rhiannonmackwood]

redesigned Taffy too

her original outfit was never meant to stay anyway, but I changed her fur pattern slightly to make it a little simpler. I think it's still clear she's a Fennec. It's all in the ears

once I get my computer back I'll work out the cloak more, but this is the gist of the vision

[vanillayoteart]

TaffyTurt

A special "fuck me up" sketch for turtwig10 from my weekly sketch streams! 

[valthefox]

Yeah this is gonna be messy. >w>;;

Val, the orange yellow one = mine

Taffy = Pennylesshobo, love his stuff. Please give him a follow aswell if you havent yet! ^^

[pokepuff2988]

You know the hyper-fixation hitting different when you make them Pokemon teams.

King Candy (Fairy): I made him a fairy type trainer, as the fairy type is often associated with sweets and other such foods. The fairy type also tends to fit his aesthetic, of shine, frills and pin- SALMON, i mean salmon. There is no other reason why he's this type (🏳️‍🌈).

Reasons:

Slurpuff: It's literally the "Meringue Pokemon", a french dessert / candy. It's also pink and white, and has a general silly vibe to it.

Grimmsnarl: Fairy/Dark type to cross-over with Turbo's team, and shiny to match colour themes more. Probably makes more sense on Turbo's team than it does here, but I wanted to have atleast one Pokemon the same on each team. Fantasy vibes, so kinda fits with the King idea? I feel King Candy could get away with that one as part of the disguise.

Alcremie: The "Cream Pokemon". Essentially same reasons as Slurpuff, to fit with the whole candy sweet thing. (I feel like he'd have the Salted Cream variant, red and white, but I couldn't figure out how to change it on the website)

Rapidash: Fantasy vibes, but also because of Skittles, the uni-candy-corn that was going to be King Candy's familiar/pet before being scrapped from the movie. (also, the hair looks like taffy and the horn like one of those Oreo ice cream cones)

Mawile: Large teeth and metal, huh? Themes of eating and deception? Pretending to be something you're not? Sweet face, but vicious? Never heard of that before. (CYBUG CANDY CYBUG CANDY CYBUG-)

Dachsbun: Last food based fairy type? Again, fits same role as Slurpuff and Alcremie, to sell the disguise.

Non-fairy/ Other options: Mimikyu (fairy, disguise, vibes too creepy for KC), Mr. Mime (fairy, jester, vibes too creepy for KC), Vespiquen (royalty), Bisharp (knight), Nidoking (royalty), and Politoed (described as leader of frogs)

TURBO (Dark): I made Turbo a Dark type trainer, as the Dark type is all about trickery, disguise, thievery and dirty tactics, which Turbo exemplifies. Also, the Dark type is generally seen as the """Evil""" type.

Reasons:

Weavile: The fastest dark type (excusing any legendaries or special forms), which I feel Turbo would value greatly on his team. The red and the smug face also hint to his design.

Zoroark: Oh, so your whole thing is disguises and you're literally the "Illusion Fox Pokemon"? AND you're red? On the team.

Grimmsnarl: Fairy/Dark to cross over with King Candy's team, and shiny to match colour themes more. Personally, I think Morgrem fits Turbo more (a short asshole), but the shiny of Grimmsnarl fits more and I don't believe Turbo would be caught dead with anything considered inferior, like a not-fully-evolved Pokemon. Only the best for the king, after all.

Sharpedo: FAST. It's a torpedo, and it's described as "the bully of the fear" and as being to "swim at speeds of up to 75 mph" which, while not as fast as a race car, true, is still pretty fast, and I think he's admire that.

Spiritomb: Something something death imagery, something something back from the dead, something something your misdeeds will not go unpunished.

Thievul: THIEF >:( Getting his grubby hands all over Sugar Rush, all over that code that's not his. Also red and also Thievul deserves more love.

Non-dark / Other options: Revaroom (CAR POKEMON. WHY AREN'T YOU DARK TYPE), Rotom (Possessing and transforming machines, like a virus...maybe I should've made him a ghost type trainer-), Parasect (TURBO IS THE FUNGUS /ref but also parasite themes and bug), Bisharp (Vibes mainly, also Pawniard looks like him), Rapidash (speed, and to pair with KC), Gengar (creepy smile glowing eyes wombo combo), Mimikyu (disguise, somehow didn't fit the vibe?), Banette (something about something from your childhood being replaced by something horrible. also, yellow eyes and teeth), Darkrai (something about childhood nightmares) and Hypno (yellow? i dunno, i'm a Hypno fan, I gotta get her in somehow).

Let me know what Pokemon you think King Candy or Turbo fit best :)

[itsbenedict]

From the beginning | Previously | Coin standings | 60/70 | 32/32

Quietly, you hide behind an outcropping of stalagmites while poring over the files available on the network down here. The giant skeletons stalk the darkness nearby.

RE: PONY SERVITOR 2076 SCORECARD is a spreadsheet entitled 2076 CRYOPRESERVATION RECORDS. There's not much at all to dig through- it's just a list of thousands of names. Names, addresses, miscellaneous personal information, and some fields with weird labels like KEN (TIN FOX), AN COASTAL STURGEON, INVEST-IN-CORVETTE SLANG, and LOOP TO DECANT COIL.

Not all of these fields are filled out. Many records have blanks in various columns, or notes in an indecipherable shorthand explaining special cases. It's hard to make heads or tails of.

ENCODED::: WRANGLED MOUSEWATER TAFFY is an email chain titled "FW: FW: RE: DANGEROUS ANOMALY DETECTED". It appears to be addressed to a representative of the Solem Deep Hotel, from Governor Thinrar. Apparently, government scientists have discovered that some sort of dangerous data radiation was detected emanating from below the city, near where their hotel was established. Thinrar offers to send a work crew to have it removed- but the hotel refuses this service and denies him permission to break earth on their property.

The chain is eventually forwarded to DEADLOCK DETECTION, who devises a plan to force a sale of the property by constructing a mall nearby, and volunteers to head up the project. Several followup emails from Thinrar over the years asking for status reports... receive a cavalcade of improbable logistical obstacles blocking this effort, and assurances that the project will be complete any day now. These continue from 2077 until 2092, where they cut off.

LETTERED CORRECTNESS FOUNDATION ENDECOTT FUNERAL DIRECTOR'S NOTES are dated 2092. They describe a private ceremony held at the Solem Deep Hotel, where DEADLOCK DETECTION was put to rest. The junior DEADLOCK DETECTION, along with her young son PAUL BLART MALL COP, were in attendance, and expressed a commitment to carrying on her life's mission. However, the funeral director worries about the sincerity of that commitment, noting a slip-up where she almost said she promised to complete that work, which is of course contrary to the entire idea.

You're about to dig into a few more files, when Walter notices something unusual.

One of the stalagmites you're hiding behind has a row of sharp teeth. Actually, most of them do. Also so do the stalactites on the ceiling above you. You're all but surrounded- and your avenues of escape are limited and dangerous. It would be a terrible time to be distracted by-

One of Walter's teeth- hey, don't you both have beaks? What are you doing with teeth?- suddenly becoming evil. It couldn't be a worse time for a TOOTH-HEEL TURN.

The tooth tells Adea that Walter's the real villain- a lecherous pervert, even! HE GROPED NINE AVIANs, the creep! She should dump him and join Team Tooth!

Adea questions this story- she'd never heard about Walter getting accused of sexual harassment by anyone. The tooth says OH, I LOCKED A BEHIND, so he couldn't grab it. It foiled his evil plan!

DAMN, FATHER OFFENDED! Walter says none of that is true, and that his tooth probably isn't even real! He's only ever groped the one avian, and consensually at that!

A bellhop from the FAMED PYRITE HOTEL, the Solem Deep's nearby competitor, interrupts to say they've got rooms for rent if you're in need of shelter. Five stars! Eminently real!

Continued | 60/70 | 31/31

[taffypointby]

hoxjean - 🎭 (but maybe instead ocs - other bg3 character) michael - 💕 fox fly - 🐰 mime - 🏨

anon i love you

[canines-alter-creation]

Are requests still closed? If so you can keep this until they open or just delete it but, on the small chance they are open could you do a level 3 Fundy(dream smp) pack? I love dream smp but I’m scared to turn anon off bc people are still sour about it :<

Also I might request from you more because I love your packs so much. Would it be okay if I was ❤️‍🩹🌙 anon? Thank you or I understand in advance.

Hi! Requests were sort of closed but I+ was just saving this one until I+ had the time to do it!! And now, I+ have the time! I+ hope you like him, I+ don't know if he's perfect but I+ certainly like him a lot!

As always, not all alters based off of this pack will turn out exactly as described, and you are welcome to change or alter any details you see fit. I+ hope you like him!

> Name(s): Fundy, Fox, Foxy, Taffy, Fennec, Foxtrot

> Pronoun(s):he/yip/hop/yap/fox/fluff/berry

> Age: 4-21 age slider

> Gender: foxic, foxboy, foxgender, forestfoxic, transmasc

> Sexuality: masc attracted

> Role: trauma holder

> Source: Dream smp

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🦊, ❤️, 🧡

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ Niki, and sourcemates that were kind to him, friends, especially people he’s close to, people that want to take care of him

/ his job and the trauma that he’s attached to, Wilburs, Sally’s

- being left behind or abandoned, being forgotten about, losing friends or people close to you

> Likes/dislikes:

+ tight spaces, foxes, fox stim boards, comfort items, stuffed animals. 

- being abandoned, losing friends, hates when people see him while he’s regressed, hates regressing just in general

> Personality: He is incredibly outgoing, but deeply awkward about it. Fluff wants friends so badly and it really shows, sometimes he’ll pick someone and stick with them, becoming like a shadow to them. Desperately, more than anything else, he wants to be liked, and that can make him come across as desperate and 

> Ways they do their role: As primarily a trauma holder, much of Fundy’s role revolves around fronting for trauma. They may specifically hold parental trauma or trauma that felt like being at war, they may struggle with decisions, and hate more than anything, being caught in the middle of two individuals. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: May like dark and warm places, foxholes, and would therefore create a small place to hole up and hide. May steal and collect trinkets from others, particularly shiny things or things of little value. May have a foxhole near some sort of daycare incase he needs someone to babysit or check up on him. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: May be somewhat skittish, but deeply friendly, wants everyone to like him so badly, even at the cost of his personhood, may find himself seeking out a father figure out of desperation.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Anniversary Present (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking

“I’m hungry,” complained Victor. 

Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”

“So pull over.”

“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.

“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated. 

It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.

“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”

“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.

Victor hissed. 

“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.” 

Victor sighed. “Fine.” 

Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.

Whatever.

Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.

The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.

Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical. 

But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.

Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it. 

Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.

Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.

He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.

He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised. 

“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.” 

“Yeah, sure.”

Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.” 

“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.

“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.

___________________

Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.

Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.

Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.

But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.

After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.

___________________

“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?

“I got you a present.” 

“Huh?” 

“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.

“Oh my god!”

A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.

“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.

“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane. 

Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.

He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.

He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.

Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.

“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.

“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”

“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back. 

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said. 

“What-”

“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck. 

He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him? 

Victor finished, the man’s head lolling. 

“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”

He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.

Henry whimpered.

“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue. 

What was happening?

Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.

“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”

“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.

“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”

“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”

Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-

The dying man behind them groaned.

And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.

“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”

“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him. 

But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all. 

“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”

Oh yeah. 

Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-

He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.

“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor. 

Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.

The man was dying anyway.

___________________

Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.

He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms. 

Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.

It just made sense.

Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.

___________________

He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.

Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex. 

So good.

Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off. 

He was an asshole anyway.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1

[machine-saint]

thinking about one of my favorite posts

pranking my best friend, slacking at my job, making teh smexytimes with my girlfriend who plays videogames, owning the noobz and having semifrequent direct conversations with god. just another day as the protagonist of a webcomic in 2005! but wait a minute? who is this new character? some sort of fox creature???

TEN YEARS LATER

the glimmering fractal maw of the omniverse yawns wide, and an infinite myriad of worlds scatter before me like a torrent of diamonds, each refracting a different possible future. I stand at the edge of reality alongside the only people i trust to have come with me this far: my ninja foxgirl roommate Zettai Omerta, the ghost of my homie Paul who's since ascended to become a seraphim, and Jenni, the reformed evil parallel universe version of myself (who's also a cute girl but don't think about that too hard don't don't don't think about that). my AI companion Nvidia, recently decanted from his old hacked Microsoft Zune body into a hovering onyx sphere, bobs over my shoulder and pipes up. "THE DEMIURGE CONCEALS ITSELF BEHIND THIS ENDLESS VEIL OF STARLIGHT. PROBABILITY OF LOCATING IT: 1:395,400,239,118.003." "shit, man, that's better odds than we started with," Paul intones. "you think the PS3 ever got games in one of these universes?" a phantom smirk haunts my lips. some things never change. i extract the Deciduum Matrix from my left-side cargo shorts pocket and hold it aloft, its eldritch light twisting and melting reality around it like taffy. "You see us, God?" I bellow to the void. "we're COMING for your ass."