TT12 Winter
20 drawings and 15 fanfics
Fanfics
A collection of fanfics by a_signature
The cold outside, starring Finnick and a couple of little hustlers!
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Snow, starring Renato Manchas!
http://pastebin.com/AA6ZpyNP
A life’s secret, starring the Ottertons and Mr. Big (with family)!
http://pastebin.com/RzSfN5KZ
A place to dry, starring Duke Weaselton and a nameless raccoon!
http://pastebin.com/h5V6mywB
Meet the fox, starring Bonnie, Stu and Mrs. Wilde!
http://pastebin.com/hnJwE32f
Fevered visions, starring Anneke and some more Pack Street!
http://pastebin.com/B6v0EusH
Just a little story, starring Nick and Judy!
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https://soundcloud.com/comicanon/sets/a_signature-tt-winter-fic
Things left behind by Otterly
Better red than dead by Pantherpusher
Miracles by Phantom
Pour Your Snuggle On Me by PseudoFox
Cocoa by FoxyProf
While Nick and Judy are out playing bunny and fox hero, Jack finds himself in the most dreadful situation imaginable– on vacation! Away from his work, he’s finding it difficult to relax. Can Skye help her striped sweetheart get out of his funk? Who will win the bet between them? Who here is going to make fun of me after I try out Skye’s recommended toppings for her drink?
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Zooviet Russia 2: Sexlectric Foxalo
Nick has been having a rough first week of winter: not only is it fox mating season, but Judy has been very restrictive as of late. When he gets home, he finds a present waiting for him! Will he be able to accept it with gratitude? Will he be able to contain his excitement? Will the third in this saga be subtitled “Revolutions”?
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Figure Eight by Hasty
Bellwether’s off to do her favorite thing during the winter! Sure, she’s not supposed to be out, and she never got permission to borrow those clothes, but she’s willing to take the risks. Will a stranger approaching send her blood running cold? Will she be able to make it back home? If her father’s a traditionalist, would it be safe to say he’s a “bleat and potatoes” kind of ram?
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Winter hustle by Miwauturu
Drawings
Warm comf by OJ @ahappypichu-mod
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Waga
Finnick’s community service by @anotherknight
Little hustlers by Mead @mistermead
Art for “Things left behind” by Otterly
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Blinky and Dave Winter meet - Famished
>This cold. This wretched fucking cold. Each breath I take creates a cloud of fog around me. >The air is swirling with tiny white sparks, burning when they land against my tan skin.
>You’d think, as a giraffe, you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold when living in savanna central. You’d think.
>Those damn politicians. Two mayors go down in a year and suddenly everyone forgets about the infrastructure of this blasted city.
>What is that white fox doing here? Oh right, skimpy clothes. Why is she looking at me? >Yeah I see you eyeing me up. All the way up. My eyes are up here. That’s better.
>“Hey.”
>Hey? She’s talking to me? My arms are folded and she’s still trying? Fine.
>“Hey.”
>Oh now she’s looking away. What was the point of that?>“You come here often?” Now she’s looking at me again. These foxes, I swear.
>“Maybe.” Damn, her eyes are actually pretty blue.
>“Hm. Well, good luck finding someone your size. Fortunately I have a good job and don’t have to do this.”
>“Really?” My own surprise is met by a long eye roll. But those clothes in this weather can only mean one thing… Isn’t she cold?
>“Then why are you dressed like that?” Maybe I could have said it nicer.
>“Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this weather is perfect for us snow dwellers.”
>Sure thing, fox. “Why are you here?”
>“Visiting a friend.” Now she’s looking at her phone. Maybe her name will tell me more.
>“I didn’t catch your name?”
>It’s Blinky.” Blinky. Is she serious? Oh, still talking.
>“…You are?”
>“Dave.” Maybe she’s being honest. I might as well be.
>“Well Dave, I have to go.”
>Yeah, I can tell from the way you’re pointedly waving your phone at me. A nod’s all you’re getting from me ya damn vixen.
>“See you around, tall guy.”
>And there she goes, into the snow. Wow, never thought I’d see a set of hips like that on a fox.
>Wait.
>Where was her phone?
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