#spxcing-out

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    Tumblr’s Algorithm has spoken.

Timon’s butt buddies are ether a space alien too young for him or a dragon over 1000 years too old for him.

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@spxcing-out​  @guardian-rocket

“How do I look guys?” Timon had changed into the miniature cloths Fox and Rocket had gifted for him. Yellow base gear under a jacket similar to Fox’s.

“Corneria ready?” Timon winked.

[mottospewingmeerkat]

you could always use foxs tail to keep warm too. fox tails look so soft and comfy tbh

“His tail is pretty fluffy. I’ll give you that.”

“Isn’t that right Fox?”

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@spxcing-out continued from here.

Timon & Fox eventually made it into the Arwing and ready for space travel. Fox sitting down in the cockpit. This would be Timon’s first travel to space in a very long time. First time with a buddy at least.

Still sitting on Fox’s head. Timon had not learned how to fly the ship yet. So Fox would be flying. Space lift off was nothing to this bipedal canine.

   “So what’s your home planet like Fox? and more importantly, what kinda bugs have you seen on your home planet Fox?” Fox was from Cornaria. A planet far off from Timon’s home planet, inhabited by... more two legged dogs Timon could only assume.  

    Ever since meeting and forming a strong bond with Rocket, the universe has really opened up for Timon, and nothing about the concept of there being another planet besides his own phased him (at the very least, his hunger for space grubs overpowered it).  The space travel might make him sick though.

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"Don’t talk back to me young man!”

“Does someone need a Time-Out in his room!??”

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“You & Me” - Fox & Timon? ^^

Looking at Fox’s mouth scares Timon. Let’s be honest, he has visible fangs, and let’s be double honest. Timon could fit in there.

I mean all Timon has to do is get Fox fed up with him for a moment, touch a nerve, say the wrong thing, blow his fuse by accident one time and…

He’s down the hatch. 

  That terrifies Timon. It terrifies Timon how E̒̏̀͝A͑ͨ̿̎̾̋͟S̔̾̄̅͊̐ͥͫ̆͟͠Y̽͋͂̊͊̂it would be for Fox. Call it Uncle Max’s programing and brainwashing but he’s been dealing with this irrational fear of predators since he was a pup, and his only father-figure’s constant screaming paranoia of them didn’t help. He’s done a lot to push it to the side. How awesome Simba is definitely helps. But it’s always gonna be there until he confronts Uncle Max about it. Recently Uncle Max has mellowed out, but… he left a scar on Timon from when all he would rave about is hyenas ripping you limb from limb.

[mottospewingmeerkat]

Like foxes you say?

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