#fox!lance

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I needed a spoopy icon for Halloween and y’all voted for unhinged doctor Lance from the Zootopia AU - he will definitely have his corruption arc/dark streak later on and I can’t wait to reach that point. >:3c

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Title: The Ties That Bind

Chapter: 5/?

Author: AnchoredTether

Rating: M [graphic depictions of violence, disturbing imagery, horror, dehumanization,  implied/referenced non-con, some sexual content (non-graphic)]

Pairings: Pidge | Katie Holt / Lance [Plance]

Tags: Inspired by Zootopia (2016), and also a lot darker because this is me we're talking about, alternate universe - science fiction, science experiments, hybrids, human experimentation, animal traits, class differences, bigotry & prejudice, slavery, kidnapping, dark themes, society is totally messed up in this AU, torture, feral behavior, animal instincts, fugitives, violence, slow burn, they take a long time, because they're dorks, also inspired by Beastars, it gets dark, implied/referenced rape/non-con, non-consensual drug use, non-consensual body modification, human trafficking, predator/prey, non-sexual nudity, doctor Lance, I should tag that because dr Lance is hot, angst, hurt/comfort

When humanity falls to a new strain of cancer, the only chance for survival is turning to controversial sciences. After cloning fails and the world is dwindling in numbers, mankind discovers the answer in fusing genetics to mutate out the deadly cancer strain. This discovery not only saves what little is left of humanity but dooms it to a cruel reality of social inequality that yields no hope of ever changing.

Pidge learns of the injustice first hand when she's captured during her search for her missing father and brother, turned into a hybrid and set to be sold as a slave. She has failed, and gloomily accepts her fate to a life of misery until she happens to meet another hybrid who breaks into the same facility to save his sister.

She isn't certain she can trust him, but what other choice does she have in this new and terrifying world she's thrust into where she's treated as nothing more than an animal?

Read at Ao3 >>>

[ayetchii]

more wolfox!shance!! in the top pic, shiro is injured in the woods and lance finds him in pain and decides to keep him company with snuggles :^)

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More Bunny! Shiro and Fox! Lance

Fox!Lance loves trying to sneak behind Shiro and surprise tackle him despite their height difference.

But Shiro being a bunny, his long black and white ears can hear pretty much Lance stifled giggling and slow foot steps.

As Lance leaps to jump on Shiro, his boyfriend is very much capable of catching him and turning the tables on him.

He wraps his arms around Lance, trapping him in a hug and covering his face with kisses.

"How's my foxy darling? You're being naughty... Trying to get the jump on me."

"Can't help myself, bun... It's in my nature."

[ifellfromtheskies]

Huevember Day 6: “Oblivion”

Fox-Spirit!Lance for my lovely friend @vulpes--vulpes. Also for @onceuponapaladin‘s Whimsical Week prompt: Enchanted Slumber.

[aritrevel]

I crave fox!Lance as much as I crave cat!Lance and I’m not sorry in the slightest

[wajjs]

Forest Guardians AU: Lance while captured by Sendak in the fur factory.

NOTE: when this prompt was sent, we (Mizu and I) were still doing our research for this au and it was time after that we realized that “fur factory” isn’t actually the correct term, rather it’d be “fur farm” or “fur farming”.  Now, after a bit more of digging around and stumbling upon some things I wish I never got to see, I realized that the correct term for this au would be “wild fur”.  

For simplicity’s sake, I’ll quote the definition from the respective Wikipedia page: Fur farming is the practice of breeding or raising certain types of animals for their fur. || Fur used from animals caught in the wild is not considered farmed fur, and is instead known as ‘wild fur’.

Trigger Warnings for: blood, forced confinement, violent/suicidal thoughts.

Now, I didn’t write anything too graphic, but I would recommend caution before reading this.  Let me know if I need to add other warnings, too.

[ Necrosis ]

 The putrid stench of coagulating blood on the floor is all he can smell.  It’s a scent so strong, so haunting, he’s sure it’ll rule his dreams for a long, long time — perhaps even till he dies.  

 Years from now he’ll close his eyes and take deep breaths only to be assaulted by the sensory memory of horror dripping into his every perception of reality, and then he’ll only be able to see blood, smell it, see how it splatters grotesquely over the thick wood of the walls, how it stains the hard floor, how it seeps from his own wounds into the pool beneath him.

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 It will be strong enough to send him into a frenzy, to make him beg for an ending bullet to his brain, for a knife to dig deep in his heart, for a rope to cut off his airflow.  It will be a memory capable of breaking down every frail wall of moldy stones he knows he will try to build around himself to try and protect whatever remains of him from any further harm.  

 It will change him, as much as it is changing him now, and he will be unable to make it stop, to turn back in time, to stop himself from being foolish, foolish, foolish.

 His heart is hammering inside his chest with painful thuds and he’s now extremely aware that thinking about the future will in no way improve anything about his present.  It’s only making it worse, considering — considering he doesn’t know if he has much of a future left to begin with.

 Oh how much he wants to curse his own nature.  He wants to curse his stars of bad luck and life-wrecking omens that threw upon him the reality of being what he is.  He wants to be able to say he hates it, he hates being a guardian, he hates his ability to shapeshift, to accept his primal side and turn into the fox form he’s trapped in now.  

 But admitting this need, accepting it, that is something he cannot do: it would break his already shattered heart, it would corrupt his mind, it would send him into a darkness that could only end in death.  And if there’s one thing he wants so much it makes him ache, it would be that he wants to live.

 He wants to live.

 The cage the hunter threw him in is small and he has to remain hunched in an uncomfortable position that’s only accentuating his lingering pain from the fight.  The metal bars under his paws are digging into his flesh and leave him unable to rest in any kind of way.  He cannot move his head, he cannot move a single part of his now fox body — he had been trapped while in this form and now he has to pay the consequences.

 Deliriously he thinks that it is better like this.  Letting the hunter discover his human identity would only end with deadly consequences for everyone who knows who he really happens to be: Lance.

 He closes his eyes and wills himself to not breathe too deeply.  He forces himself to ignore the pelts and furs hanging on the walls.  The hunter hasn’t come back yet, and Lance takes advantage of these precious moments to tap into his magic and reach out to the other wild animals that had been trapped with him.  

 Young raccoons shake in their cages and baby foxes cry out to him, hungry, cold and oh so afraid.  It breaks Lance’s already frayed fortitude and he whines in distress.  Being in his fox form made him all the more susceptible to what was happening around him.

 In a desperate attempt he tries to use his wavering magic to open the cages — small sparks ignite here and there but nothing happens.  It only makes him even weaker than before, and now he’s shaking from exhaustion.  He tries again, though, those baby foxes don’t deserve this, the raccoons don’t deserve this, and it hurts to breathe but he pushes through the hot waves of mind-numbing pain to try and free them.

 The door of the small cabin opens, and Lance has never been so aware of his uselessness as he is now.

 He doesn’t deserve to be called a guardian of the forest.

 He only manages to fail everyone.

 The hunter smells strongly of gunpowder and smoke.  Lance growls from deep within his chest, fur on his snout wrinkling as he shows his teeth at the unwanted being.  He knows it’s all for show, since there’s not much he can actually do locked inside a cage and with little to no access to his magic.  Lance can only hope it’s enough to keep the hunter’s attention solely on him.

 But the human ignores him, at least for the time being he seems to do so, and instead starts setting up the creaking old table he keeps at the other end of the cabin.  Meticulously, he arranges an assortment of various types of knives that at first glance Lance knows only mean suffering.

 Fear is coursing through his veins now, his left ear still throbbing from when the hunter used one of his serrated knives to cut off the tip, and the feeling of being under the mercy of a monster makes him snap and uselessly fight against his metallic confines, causing the cage to rattle on the wooden floor.

 It earns him the weight of merciless eyes on him and the sound of manic laughter breaking through the space in the cabin.

 “You’re scared, guardian,” the hunter says, his voice a deep and pleased rumble.  He sets one last knife down before walking towards the hunched form of the magical fox, “good.”

 Lance tries to reach deep within his very core, where he knows his magic comes from, yet the cries of baby foxes resonate again and — dread fills his entire body, seizing his organs, clutching his lungs and tearing at them.  No– no, no, no, no–

 “Your grandfather put up much more of an interesting struggle than you,” the hunter grins with malice now, and his boots now are no longer approaching Lance’s cage, instead going to grab the one with the kits Lance has been trying to protect.  “Perhaps I should give you an incentive to make you fight harder.”

 Stop, Lance cries inside his own mind as he whines and barks in heart-throbbing distress, his breathing coming in in erratic puffs, his paws digging deeper into the metal bars, stop stop stop stop–

 The hunter opens the smaller cage just enough to get a kit outside as he reaches the table, his hold on the scared little fox unforgiving.  Lance cannot close his eyes, he cannot breathe or think or even remind himself that if only he would try again, reach inside, connect with his magic, then—

 The little fox in the hunter’s hand cries as it is thrown onto the table.

 Lance’s eyes are wide, wide open.

 A knife is lifted into the air by a monstrous hand, and Lance hates —truly hates— being a guardian now.

 His bond with magic breaks and blood and screaming and laughter pollute the air all around him.

 This is something that will never be erased.

[anchoredtetherart]

Does she know that we bleed the same? Don't wanna cry but I break that way If you bled, I'll bleed the same If you're scared, I'm on my way Did you run away? Did you run away? I don't need to know If you ran away, if you ran away, come back home Just come home

Have I mentioned that the ZootAU has angst? Because it has lots of angst. This is a future scene that I think is going to occur a lot sooner than I originally planned, probably within a few chapters. I have such a soft spot for Lance caring so deeply for Pidge as she falls apart in this AU. 

Also fun fact, foxes wrap their tails around their mates so you know I have to draw Lance constantly wrapping his tail around Pidge :3