So a few days ago I noticed a fox friend running through my yard. I was able to snap this photo.
I called him Milo.
I thought he was a lone wolf who chose my neighborhood as his domain.
But Milo is not alone.
Milo is a papa.
He and his lady fox have three little foxes!
I went from never having seen a fox to FIVE foxes playing in my backyard.
The three kiddos were wrestling. Their opening move is to do this cat-like superjump and then dive bomb into their sibling. Then they roll around. And then a high speed chase ensues.
One of the little foxes came near the house and I got a few closer photos.
I love the little black socks.
I'm going to need to figure out a lot more fox names.
tradwifism (all genders) is for quasi cottagecore sycophants with too much moral cowardice for the monastic commitment; a buy in of aesthetics without ascetic principles
but shit i get it man - i too love a pretend rustic peach cobbler
this is one of my all time favourite portraits of him
his hair, his brows, his expression. pensiveness like a ravine. look at the way the light carves itself across this visage. gorgeous like a greek tragedy
This is what will keep me writing during this upcoming busy period hehehe. Check out the details above for a very fun fanfic/fanart challenge, open to all!! 🩵
Yep, needed to draw him as well…need him as my lawyer so deeply 🤤also this piece was inspired by a story called "A legal tease" by @filynxs Now I want a telephone call with Hiromi <3
