Foxy in the Fat City!

"Is...is that really even a question? Seriously, is it? Ya seriously think that a museum with prob'ly at least a half dozen exhibits more'n deadly enough to kill a common thief or intruda really NEEDS a bigga security force? I half think they jus' hire the one guard for the sake of havin' it on the paperwork that they got someone guardin' the place!"

"How in the world would anyone who worked at the museum for any length of time not know? Surely there's an owna, or a buildin' inspecta, or someone on the list of employees who's happened to stay ovatime an' find out about the magical museum that brings things to life. I mean, maybe that's why there's only one guard- the res' left because they couldn' handle havin' their world view shatta." "...I feel like it's jus' be easier to demolish the museum and relocate, if I'm bein' honest. Like yeah, a lot less whimsy, but my GOODNESS would it be less of a headache for recruitment an' potential payouts for hush money."

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

Happy almost Pride month everyone! (There's still just over an hour until it hits June 1st for me >U<) Jillian is a mix of gray ace, bisexual and demiromantic (if there's an accurate label for that I'd be open to knowing, but for now she's seems to not fit neatly into one thing, so we're going with her having all 3 blended together.)

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Jillian is going to look at Alastor for a really long moment, before leaving the room and returning with a laundry basket full of pillows and blankets that she proceeds to dump on the floor. She then begins the work of creating a nest, looking up at Alastor from her spot there before holding her hands up and making a grabby motion at him. "I would like snuggles, please."

Success! Jillian smiled at Alastor as he moved to her, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against his shoulder as she got cozy beside him. "An' I heard ya say that. But I also know that one ya get into a habit of stayin' up all night that ya sometimes do that for days an' days. An' then it's a lot harder to catch ya an' ya can get a little bit hairy scary." Jillian said, her tail curling around Alastor's waist. She turned her head to the side and let out a quiet yawn, before nuzzling back in. "Any particulah reason you're tryin' to keep from snoozin' tonight?" the vixen asked, looking up at Alastor with sleepy amber eyes.

Jillian is going to look at Alastor for a really long moment, before leaving the room and returning with a laundry basket full of pillows and blankets that she proceeds to dump on the floor. She then begins the work of creating a nest, looking up at Alastor from her spot there before holding her hands up and making a grabby motion at him. "I would like snuggles, please."

Please reblog if you’re genuinely here to write, build dynamics, and keep active threads. Even more importantly: if you’re here to interact with your mutuals’ content: liking, sending asks, and engaging beyond just lurking