Saw This Plushie And Immediately Thought Of Him

THAT'S MY FAMILY RIGHT HERE

Zosan comic inspired by videos of otters holding hands so they won't float away from each other.

part FOUR. this is my new hobby

-> part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

(familial/platonic)

*guy with a fucked up sheep oc* this is giving me real cotl vibes

So, you are now experiencing what I am currently calling "Foxtober" but might just be changed to something else.

Depends how long Fox can keep hold of the halloween brain 🤣

Warnings: Reader goes by a nickname of "(ms) sarad" which means "flower" (i almost just left it flower buuuut I changed it to Mando'a (also it will be highlighted in red)), Fox and the corries mentioned are not human. I didnt specify what they are just that they are immortal. So you're free to make them Vampires or demons or anything else. Hints at reincarnation and past life memories.

one of the many waltz songs i listened to while writing 👇

A Masq to Remember

Fox x Reader

You still couldn't believe you'd been invited to something such as this...and by a mysterious admirer no less...

You had never seen such a beautiful place. You marvelled as you stepped forward into the large ballroom. Glittering crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling, banners of deep crimson draped between wall and ceiling to soften the sharp angles, and tall standing candleabras stood around with dancing wicks to light even the dark corners. There were people all over. Some snacking, some drinking dark red wine, some chatting and laughing, others dancing along to the lovely music. The music. On the far end of the room, sprawled across a stage, was the small orchestra accompanied by a goregous woman in a flawless gown. She hadn't been singing as you stepped in, but the song changed and her beautifully haunting voice now floated across the entirety of the guests.

You were a bit hesitant at first, I mean...who wouldn't be? But you eventually decided it was worth the try.

You rarely went anywhere and you definitely had never gone to a ball - much less as masq. The idea always thrilled you, ever since you could remember...

It was something that always drew you in, tickling some dark and far part of your mind and soul that you could never quite reach.

So here you stood, amongst the covered faces. Glittering jewels and delicate lace trailed across your form, propped forward by corsetry boning and petticoats. Your practically spilling cleavage carefully concealed by dark lace trimmings and a bow of a necklace decorated your exposed neck. An immaculately crafted crystal rose dangling from it. Your eyes gazed over the scene, your face obscured from other's view with the mask in place that left only your eyes and lips to be seen as the mask ended just below your nose.

"What's a beautiful sarad like you doing standing by yourself?"

You turned to your left to see a man dressed in mostly white with accents of red. His mask had wings on either side of it, while the suit he wore appeared almost tastfully tattered - yet not a rip was to be found. Instead, the tendrils of fabric were cut and trailed in such a way to mimick feathers, streaming down his sides, arms and back like a cape. His honey-eyes were full of mirth and mishief, and if they weren't the ones to tell you of such emotions...the smirk creeping up upon his lips definitely would have.

He bowed slightly, one arm behind his back while the other was outstretched to you.

"May I have this dance...?"

You studied him for a moment, hand poised in the air, before you delicately settled your dark gloved hand into his own.

With a bright smile, he stood upright and guided you further into the room. His left hand melding with your right while he gently set your left upon his shoulder, then wrapped his right around your waist to settle upon the small of your back.

The two of you began to dance, his sure and eager steps guiding your own hesitant and shy ones. Although, you noticed his gaze kept drifting to somewhere behind you.

The question must have been in your eyes...as he chuckled, looking back to you properly.

"If I am being entirely honest, I asked you to dance because I know it would unnerve my brother." he confessed with a grin "He was being far too shy to come and speak with you...so I thought a little anger might drive him"

The man before you winked at you playfully as you felt your cheeks bloom in crimson. Thankfully the mask hid it all.

"I'm glad the ladies gave you that dress to wear, you'll be matching him" he added as he spun you then dipped you

"What...?"

"I'm going to bring my face really close but I won't kiss you, that should be the last stake in the coffin for him"

Even with the warning, you gasped as he drew so close that you shared your breath with one another. Your masks touched as he held you there in suspense.

"Although...if my brother doesn't come soon..." he drew out, his gaze flicking to your lips "I might just kiss you..."

"THORN!"

The man holding you grinned with giddiness

"Saved by the grouch, huh?" he teased glancing away to where the supoosed brother of his must have been "Be gentle with him, he's just anxious and hides it behind sharp words"

And with that, you were brought upright.

"Thorn, what are you doing?!"

'Thorn' snickered

"I'm dancing Fox, what's it look like"

You turned, as Thorn let you out of his hold, to see this brother.

He was, indeed, matching you. A dark crimson suit that had accents of white upon it. The fabric had scrawlings of beautifully intricate curves and fillagree, and a cape that was pinned with a dark gem broach upon his right shoulder. The even darker red fabric draping across his chest and trailing down his back to his waist. White lace spilled from the neck and the cuffs of his suit, where black gloves took over. His mask was intricate, and that was an understatement. His dark amber eyes were canopied by an outset that resembled a visor and the bottom of the mask curved around his jaw, framing it but not concealing his mouth and chin like all the other masks.

"It looks like you were trying to suck face" he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in a disciplinary way "I apologise for my brother"

Thorn chuckled and spun you fully to face Fox, his hands settled upon your shoulders

"Well since you interrupted this dear sarad's dancing...you now need to make it up to her" Thorn then gently shoved you into his brother before rushing off and disappearing into the crowd

Fox caught you easily, steadying you by your bare shoulders with a soft sigh

"I really do apologize for his behaviour...he's a handful and a half" he then turned his gaze and met your own "Ms sarad, wasn't it?"

"That's what I've been titled, yes" you said in a hushed tone, your eyes glancing between his own.

Something felt so...familiar about them, and not in the sense that they matched his brother's. No there was something deep in the pit of your stomach that yearned and begged to follow. To press closer. As if the answer was on the very tip of your tongue.

"Well...since I did ruin your dancing..." he continued in a soft voice that matched your own "May I make it up to you with some more?"

You were far too entranced in his almost hypnotic gaze, almost forgetting you'd even been asked something at all. But upon the small smile worming its way upon his lips, your brain finally connected its dots.

"I-ah...yes...I would, uhm...yes I'd love that - thank you" you stumbled bashfully

Fox smiled and with a delicate bow of his head, manuevered your hands together then placed his other upon the small of your back.

Your breath hitched as you felt fire bloom under his touch, your left hand coming to rest upon his chest, just below where the broach was upon his shoulder. You'd hate to accidentally ruin his costume after all...

You didn't understand, as he began leading you in the dance, why this felt different. Dancing with his brother had been nerve wracking but fun...however...

You glanced shyly up to find those eyes watching you with an intense focus, one that didn't seem to elicit fear and instead enticed your heart to flutter within your bosom.

Dancing with Fox felt warm. It felt...familiar. As if it was something you'd done hundreds to millions of times - yet you knew for a fact you'd never met a man such as he. It stirred your heart and soul, for reasons you couldn't possibly fathom. Not unlike the feeling of desperately chasing after the rememberance of a dream you'd just woken from as it slipped into the fog to be forgotten.

Your lips parted as awe drew across you

"Can...I say something incredibly ridiculous...?" you whispered, half hoping he wouldn't've heard you over the music and singing

But he had. He pulled you just that tiny fraction closer, his face tilting in towards yours so that you were practically within the same countenance.

"You can say as many 'ridiculous' things as you would like Ms sarad" came the smooth and deep words, you could be mistaking the dark and flirtatious tone to them...surely he hadn't meant them that way, right?

"I feel...like I ought to know you" you confessed in breath that left your lungs shakily

His grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, causing the fire he created under your skin to billow across and claim more of your body.

"Do you...?" his words felt like a teasing flirt, but you could hear the...hurt...? Why was he hurt?

Confusion roasted within you, churning and turning as your mind raced for answers

"I should..." the words flowed out before they even processed in your mind, your eyes meeting his once again

Fox pressed the forehead of his mask to your own, his hand squeezing yours while his suit pressed against your dress in a way that made even more tantalyzing sparks prickle your skin

"You do...but you don't" he said cryptically "But you don't have to force yourself"

Your lips poulled into a frown, mind trying to work out the meaning

"So...did I forget you...?" you whispered in the fog of confusion. Somewhere just beyond your reach, you knew the answer. But all your could grasp was emptiness.

He hummed softly, closing his eyes and leaning a bit more into you

"Don't worry about that...you didn't do anything wrong" he hushed soothingly

You studied him for a short time as the two of you continued to dance in such an intimate and close way.

"So I did forget...but how...?" you mumbled more to yourself than to him "I can remember so much of my life and not once have you been there"

His mouth twisted into a almost pained frown before he hushed you again

"It was a long, long time ago" he worked out cautiously "I would be more surprised if you could remember back that far. Instead, focus on learning who I am now"

You were so confused, but something deep inside you told you that it was okay. That he was safe.

So you gave in, letting go to of the fog to focus on the now.

"We'll have forever for you to figure it out" he whispered against your lips, but not daring to press to them

You, however, took the chance before you. Colliding yours to his in a sweet and questioning melding of lips and tongues.

"What's up?" He asked upon jogging over and smoothing his suit over

"Thorn?" You called the blonde over with a wave.

"If anything ever happens-" you began

"Don't worry about stuff like that sarad" He grinned "Even if your grumpy husband isn't nearby, you got me and our brothers to look after you. Nothing is going to happen"

You huffed at him, swatting at his form

"Would you just let me say my piece? Loathesome jokester"

Thirn snickered, ducking just out of your reach before granting you his attention

"Alright, say it"

"I'm mortal, unlike you all...if something happens..." you frowned sadly "When something happens...come find me"

"Sarad..."

"Promise me you'll find me and bring me back to Fox, even if he's too stubborn or if he thinks that I'd be better off without him - promise me" you pleaded tearfully

Thorn reached over the terrace's stone fencing and gingerly dabbed your eyes with a handkerchief

"You got it...I promise, no matter where you end up" he smiled brightly "I'll hunt your ass down and bring you right back to Fox. I'll even step in and make him jealous if I have to"

You smiled in return

"I'm counting on you"

hopefully

My dudes so much Fox incoming 👀

Corrie dividers by Saradika and can be found here

Reblog divider by dystopicjumpsuit 😘

My friend is the coolest friend 🥰🥰🥰

The Quack Batch

So life got silly and I kinda forgot to post all these when I had intended to 😅 But this is the last Quack Batch post.

This features the silly photoshoot I did of them all together.

If you're looking for each of the characters and to know how that whole process went...you can find them -

Part 1 (Wrecker and Crosshair ducks)

Part 2 (Tech and Echo ducks)

Part 3 (Hunter and Omega ducks)

You can reall see the size differences 🤣🤣🤣

There was supposed to be a final picture of me holding them all - but I decided to omit it 😅

Anyways, thank you for enjoying the Quack Batch and thank you, @lightspringrain for naming them.

As well as those that encouraged me along the way! And suffered with me shoving pictures of the WIPs in their faces 🤣🤣🤣🤣 and for helping me figure out just how to set them up! I know a lot of you suffered the "should Echo be pale duck or yellow duck" question 🤣😅

@sunshinesdaydream @deejadabbles @dystopicjumpsuit @vimse @ladyzirkonia

@somewhere-on-kamino @coffeeandbatboys @523rdrebel @eyeluvmusic21 @dickarchivist

(If I am missing anyone...I am so, so sorry and please let me know asap!)

I had so much fun these past 4 months working on them and I look forward to spending many days screeching excitedly and hugging them all 💜

arts and crafts masterlist

Maybe it’s the 12 hours of overnight work, but this hit me so hard in the giggle dick. OP thank you for this gift.

first alliance sleepover on the polar tang

rb to give the previous person a fucking break because life aint life-ing the way its supposed to life and it fucking sucks.