#RabbitMan

[poiuytrewsdcvb]

Shield Hero: Rise of The Four Cardinal Heroes

(I do not own Shield Hero it belongs to Aneko Yusagi)

Rabbitman Slave

Race: Rabbit Type Demi-Human, Gender: Male, Status: Alive, Lv: 5,

Occupation: Slave,                  

Rabbitman slave, a Beastman slave under the ownership of Beloukas. He looks to be around 20 years old and has an arm bent at an odd angle. He is level 5 and is worth 25 silver coins, but he has an unusable arm and grim expression. After the duel, the Rabbitman proclaimed his loyalty to the hero’s. Due to Naofumi's care, his arm was fixed and he acted like a butler.

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(My thoughts) I believe that he is based on Sebastian from the Black Butler

Name: Ciar Gr��ve

Ciar: Old Irish words meaning "black," "little dark one," "little dark-haired one," or "dark-skinned." In Irish legend, Ciar was a son of the legendary Fergus and Medb mac Róich and the ancestor of the tribe of the Ciarraige, whom Kerry, a county located on the southwest coast of Ireland, is named after.  As a feminine version, it comes from an Irish nun named Ciara who helped establish a monastery in the County of Tipperary in Ireland during the 7th century.

Grève: In Middle English Grève means "wood thicket". In Middle Dutch means "ditch", "moat", and "channel". In Dutch there is a variant of the word Grave, which means "count", which in turn means "companion" or "attendant". In North Germany and Scandinavian it also means "count" but in a nobility status that ranks below marquess and duke. In Danish it means "grove", "brushwood", or "small forest." In France it is a noun meaning strike, it also means a flat area or a piece of land located near a river or sea, typically composed and made up of sand and small stones, essentially a beach like area of sorts. It originates from the Latin word "grava" which means "gravel". In Northern England Grève is also a variant of the word Grieve, which was an occupational name for a "steward" or "estate manager". In Scotland Grieve means "overseer on a farm", or a "farm-bailiff".

[bunnyoftheday]

Rabbitman from Space Bust-A-Move

[mortimer-miracalla]

How Rabbit-man came to be

Rabbit-rabbit, o fluffy rabbit!

I will pet you, set you free,

Only if you’ll teach me-

Teach me to be a rabbit like thee!

Oh! How I crave your radioactive fur!

for the would help me stop

any would be murders.

Also, you bobby tail!

For it would cushion my fall,

when they throw me in jail.

Rabbit-rabbit o fluffy rabbit!

Why do you bite me? Is it a habit?

Or do you mean to turn me into a were-rabbit?

Rabbit-rabbit! O great rabbit!

Thank you for bequeathing this gift upon me!

I will pet you, set you free, even share a cup of tea…

[bratzboykai]

I know nothing about final fantasy games but every time I see stuff from the newer ones I'm like "I wanna be a dude with bunny ears too :("

[vldhistory]

July 29, 2016: DeviantArt's prisonsuit-rabbitman posts 'voltron legendary deFATder', which will be lovingly referred to by the fandom as "Swiss Roll Shiro"

On May 17, 2017 Shiro's VA, Josh Keaton, acknowledges its existence.

[zeke-fanfucs]

2/5 fanfic, of Blanche! Plus Colt!!!!!!! Cause he baby.

Hop to Conclusions

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The second Colt stepped into the room, Blanche’s eyes narrowed.

Something about him just screamed red flag. Maybe it was the smirk. Maybe it was the gleaming, blade-like tail that swayed behind him like it had a vendetta. Or maybe it was the fact that the guy’s first words upon seeing Blanche were—

“Well damn. Didn’t know Wildfire adopted a bunny.”

Blanche blinked. Slowly. Deliberately. He turned away from the workbench, laser tool still sparking in his hand. “…You got five seconds to rethink that sentence.”

Colt just grinned wider, clearly unfazed. “I’m just sayin’. You got the ears, the twitchy nose, the velocity-enhanced hind legs—tell me you don’t bolt when someone claps too loud.”

Wildfire, from the kitchen, called out, “Colt, stop antagonizing my eldest!”

Blanche muttered, “I am not your eldest—”

“You’re older than me,” she shot back.

Colt tilted his head, bemused. “Wait, really? This guy looks like he was born in a lightning bolt and never learned to smile.”

“I look like I have a day job. You look like a razorback weasel that learned manners from a gang sign.”

“Oooh,” Kipp whispered from the floor. “We’re starting early today.”

Blanche turned his head slightly, analyzing Colt again—but this time, slower. Every motion was deliberate. Calculated.

The tail—too precise to be just decorative. The stance—ready, but casual. The smile? Charming, but rehearsed.

“I don’t trust anyone with a tail that sharp,” Blanche said coldly, stepping between Colt and Kipp with zero subtlety.

Colt, for once, didn’t joke. His posture eased, hands lifted a little. “That’s fair. I don’t trust anyone with poison in their shoes.”

“Boots.”

“Sure, boots.” Colt’s expression softened a hair, just enough to be sincere. “But for what it’s worth—I’m not here to be your enemy. Wildfire vouched for me. That’s not something I take lightly.”

That made Blanche pause.

Wildfire had a habit of collecting strays, but she wasn’t stupid. If she let someone into her space—into her home—it meant something.

Blanche exhaled through his nose, long and begrudging.

“…I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

Colt smiled. “That’s all I need. Besides—someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, rabbitman.”

“You are one bad pun away from finding out how fast I can kick.”

Kipp chimed in, “Oh, please do it. Do it for science.”

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Later, in the kitchen:

Wildfire sipped her tea, watching through the open doorway as Blanche and Colt bickered over tactical approaches and Kipp sat between them like he was moderating a podcast.

“You think they’ll get along?” asked Mahatma, leaning in from the hallway.

Wildfire just grinned, warm and sharp like a furnace. “Eventually. Blanche just needs someone who can keep up.”

[burntbugel]

ok ok, so heres a small character intro, link pile and everything else for everyone

For a more extended character descriptions, visit my artfight or instgram! (I pray to god i can pin this post and never have to write intros ever again)

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Tate and Arson, the protags of @mean-comic (also available on webtoons, tapas, globalcomix, instagram and hopefully also soon as a physical copy?) #mean!comic

Read the comic here!

Webtoons -- Tapas -- Globalcomix

(PG 16+) Action/Romance about two young adults in a fantasy world

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Jasper, Noah and Demi, the trio of absolutely everything thats taboo in modern comics? yes they're from the old #LUNO!comic . It's also important to differantiate the rabbitman from jasper, since the "older jasper" is almost nothing like his past self.

Read the comic here!

Webtoons -- Tapas -- Globalcomix

(PG 18+) Horror/Mystery, a max-prison is engulfed in chaos when the infamous Rabbitman, a restless Cannibal, infiltrates the community... But wait! This Madman has an even madder story to tell to the young Noah...

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Hermes and King, two souls wandering the barren lands post a massive breakout, one with a beating heart and the other with an endless hunger but enough restrain to stay 'human enough'. It's essentially a gorefest comic. #Zparty!comic

Read the comic here!

Webtoons -- Tapas

(PG 18+) Zombie/Action, a post-apocalyptic story told from the perspective of a Zombie (Only sketched version available)

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Rex and Lovelace! Though i rarely post them, they're my private doodlebobs! Little and Big alien traveling the deep space in search of adventures! I love them lots and i did start a comic with them, but for the time being, I stopped due to the countless other projects.

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and here are some height charts to better understand these guys lol

and the sprites + title displays are HERE

all the comic covers are HERE

Oh and i also have a redbubble and a patreon!

[wesleysjournal]

Admiring my rabbitman today and every day forever and more.

[theboywithburninghands]

All good things must come to an end. This is the final chapter/epilogue to the story taking place in @rottentricks’s universe. Will I return? I may. I love this interpretation of the characters. But, for now, this is the end. Enjoy!

T/W: Suicide, manipulation, sexual innuendos, fantasy racism

Animals Ch. 5: Pigs on the Wing

A green 2000 Honda Accord pulled into the Medical Center parking lot around 2 pm. A fair skinned brunette woman in a black leather coat and a red scarf emerged from the passenger side. She winced a bit at the cold, but marched forward anyway.

“Ella! Wait for me!” her husband, similarly pale, in a tan duster and blue baker’s boy cap, stumbled out of the driver’s side, hurriedly putting his keys and cellphone into his pocket.

“I just need to see her,” the woman replied.

“I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to worry as well,” her husband muttered.

“Vladimir, save your carping for later!” Ella snapped.

A woman with curly red hair and an eyepatch over her right eye stood outside the entrance in a violet peacoat and white-and-pink Pompom hat. She took a drag off of a mostly spent cigarette, dropping it and grinding it into the snow with her boot upon seeing the two out-of-towners.

“Ella and Vladimir?” she asked with a glowing smile.

“That’s us, you must be Ragatha,” Ella replied, giving a thin and nervous smile in return. “It’s a pleasure to put a face to a name. How’s Pomni?”

Ragatha led them inside, tamping the snow off her boots. She led them down the hall.

“She’s just fine! I know you two must be worried sick, but she’s right as rain. She’s eating and drinking, and… well she’s definitely talking. She’s actually talking to some police officers right now.”

“Police offi- Excuse me?!” Ella cried.

“No, no, don’t worry! She did something really amazing! Come on, she’s in here.”

Ragatha led them into room 6. In addition to two local police officers, one of whom appeared to the sheriff if the cowboy hat and aviators were any indication, an enormous rabbitman in a white shirt and suspenders stood off in the corner. He eyed the two of them with mild suspicion, before seeming to understand their relation to Pomni and looking away again.

“Mom, Dad!” Pomni smiled and held out her hands from her hospital bed. She looked tired and her voice rasped, but she had color in her cheeks.

“Oh, honey! I’m sorry we took so long!” Ella went over and grabbed her daughter’s hands. “Are you okay? What’s going on? You’re not in trouble, are you?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out, ma’am.” one of the officers, the woman without a cowboy hat, answered.

Ella looked from the police officer back to Pomni. “Pomni, what happened?”

“Well… she appears to have helped us solve a murder case.”

“Oh, is that all?” Vladimir replied distantly.

“What?!” Ella cried. “Pomni, what have you been doing?! You said you were just attacked by an animal, what’s all this about- murder?”

“I’m sorry, mom. It’s been… it’s been a wild few days.”

Pomni turned to the police officers. “Can I fill them in on everything?”

“Might as well, we could stand to hear the whole story over again.” the sheriff drawled.

Pomni told them everything. From the biased detectives, to looking for clues in Kaufmo’s condo, to the Nightwalker, to Jax rescuing her. All the way to the announcement she made on the news. She only left out the part about Jax going to investigate, since she didn’t want him nailed for breaking and entering. By the end of the story, both of her parents looked like they had run a marathon. Pomni paused to take a long drink of water.

“I know it wasn’t safe, or smart, but I needed to do something. Anything. I knew as soon as I saw that fake pill, that…”

“Pomni. It’s okay, I just… it’s so much at once.” Ella admitted.

“Normally you’d be in a lot more trouble, Ms. Freeman. You trespassed, and that evidence you found is inadmissible in court, since it was obtained illegally.”

Pomni looked down. “So there goes my scholarship, right?”

“Well… Dr. Wren came forward and admitted everything. Seems like you were correct. He had been giving Kaufmo fake pills, in hopes of him killing himself and stirring up advocacy for his cause.”

“Bastard…” Pomni whispered.

“So, even though your methods were unorthodox, you did help us track down the real culprit,” the female officer continued. “The sheriff and I agree that we can let you off with a warning this time.”

Pomni’s parents sighed in unison.

“All of that said, we don’t want you poking around in police business anymore,” the sheriff said. “You got incredibly lucky that our perp had no spine. If he had decided to shut his mouth and get a lawyer, he probably would have walked.”

“I know. I just…” She looked across the room at Jax. They locked eyes. “I knew you had the wrong guy…”

Jax gave her a small smile.

“We did,” the female officer said. “And for that, we owe Mr. Kingston an apology.”

The sheriff seemed to clam up a bit, but he chewed his lower lip and walked over to Jax.

“On behalf of the Autumnvale Police Department, I’d like to apologize for the mistake we made.” he groused.

“…Thanks,” was Jax’s curt reply.

The sheriff nodded stiffly then motioned towards the door. “Let’s go, Melissa, paperwork ain’t gonna finish itself.”

He stepped out the door, the female officer smiling at Pomni’s parents.

“Pleasure meeting you two, enjoy the rest of your day.”

She followed the sheriff out of the room. Pomni’s father looked at Jax, the rabbit-wolf blinking in response.

“You rescued my little girl, sir,” Vladimir said.

Jax got to his feet after a moment. Even though Vladimir was the tallest in the family, he only came up to Jax’s armpit.

“Just doing the right thing, Mr. Freeman…” he muttered. Pomni had to swallow a giggle at how shy the crossbreed was acting around her dad.

“Thank you so much… I’m forever in your debt, Mr. Kingston.” Vladimir extended a hand. Jax looked at Vladimir’s hand for a few moments before he took it in his own enormous mitt and shook it gingerly.

Ella approached the butcher as well. She opened her mouth to say something, finding no words. She threw her arms around Jax, who jolted and held his arms out to the sides.

“We owe you the world, sir…” she whispered tearfully. The top of her head only came up to his diaphragm.

“Uh… I uh… Y-Yeah, thanks. I mean- you’re welcome.” Jax stammered.

“Mom…” Pomni whined, blushing.

Her parents stayed for as long as they were allowed, chatting with Ragatha and septuple-checking if Pomni was alright and that she for certain had everything she needed. Jax mostly stood outside the room, sizing up anyone who came too close. It wasn’t until Pomni called him inside the room that he began to speak more to her parents.

“So, you’re a butcher, Mr. Kingston? Is that a very lucrative business in this town?” Vladimir asked.

Jax had to think for a moment. Lucrative. What did that mean again..?

“Erm… yes. I have a lot of customers.” he replied after a pause.

“I’ve been a satisfied customer for years,” Ragatha added with a glowing smile. “He’s got the best bacon, the best pork chops, the best steaks- oh my gosh, you guys need to try my steak and eggs tomorrow! It’s the blue-plate special!”

“I’ve had one of his steaks… they’re amazing.” Pomni said, sucking on a cherry menthol drop. The hospital thankfully had some of those in stock along with the lemon-honey kind.

“Wow, I’m surprised. The drive into town seems like nothing but wheat and cornfields…” Ella said.

Jax made an unpleasant sound in his throat. “I hate corn.”

“I was going to ask. You are part wolf, right? Are you an omnivore?” Vladimir asked.

“Dad…” Pomni chided, but Jax raised a paw at her and nodded reassuringly.

“Yeah. I eat meat and greens. Just not corn. Fuc- Uh, screws with my stomach.”

“Well, that’s no love lost, really. As a dietitian, I can tell you that corn is mostly just starch and sugar,” Ella said. “And I can tell you’ve been eating right, Mr. Jax.”

“Mom…!” Pomni exclaimed.

“What? He’s in excellent shape. You could learn a thing or two from him, Pomni.” Ella’s tone became a bit more stern. “You’re not just eating instant noodles and toaster pastries, right?”

“No, mom…” Pomni grumbled.

“I make sure she’s well fed, Ella, don’t you worry.” Ragatha chirped.

There was a small commotion from down the hall as Gangle, in her beret and holding her libretto for A Winter’s Tale, hurried in along with Zooble. Jax looked up from examining his own bicep and smiled at his cowboy friend.

“Hey, ‘Secret Admirer.’” he said, a knowing gleam in his moon-yellow eyes.

Gangle spoke up before Zooble had time for a retort.

“Guys! We should turn on the-” Gangle noticed Vladimir and Ella, holding her libretto a little closer to herself. “Oh, uh… excuse me. Hi, am I interrupting?”

Pomni’s mom smiled and got to her feet, shaking one of Gangle’s ribbons. “No, not at all. I’m Mirella Amadeo, Pomni’s mother.”

“Hello,” Vladimir said shortly.

Pomni smiled a bit, her mom was always the most social in the family.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Gangle said with a nervous but happy laugh. “My name is Gangle, and this is my friend Zooble. Their pronouns are they/them.”

“Howdy,” said Zooble, doffing their hat.

“We should turn on the news, it’s gonna start any minute! Channel 03!”

Pomni picked up the remote from the nightstand and switched on the small, wall mounted CRT television in the corner of her room. When the screen fuzzed with snow, she pressed a few buttons before the picture flicked to black, then to an animated intro for the 5 o’clock news.

“ADC News: Your window to the world,” a smooth-voiced man announced.

The picture cut to a well-dressed cougarman and human woman behind a glass desk in a somewhat futuristic-looking newsroom.

“Good evening, I’m Robert Watts,” the man began.

“And I’m Jennifer Silman, and this is ADC News. Our top story tonight…”

The camera zoomed in on Silman, a screen over her right shoulder showing a photo of the Autumnvale Regional Medical Center.

“…the ongoing homicide investigation of Autumnvale man Kaufmo Hawkins has taken yet another startling twist. Earlier today, Pomni Freeman, the young woman rescued from a Nightwalker attack by the previous suspect Jax Kingston, gave an explosive accusation in front of Autumnvale Regional Medical Center.”

The picture cut to footage of Pomni talking into the megaphone earlier that day.

“You’re not a hero. You’re a freak! All you did was bully a man that everyone loved into killing himself, then you made the guy who was already the town pariah into the main suspect because it looked good to defend him!”

Pomni covered her face with her blanket, her parents looking at her incredulously. Jax gave a proud smirk. The picture cut back to the cougarman news anchor.

“The man Miss Freeman accuses in that clip is Dr. Cole Wren, Autumnvale’s 64-year old psychiatrist…”

A photo appeared over his right shoulder, showing a mugshot of Dr. Wren. His eyes were hollow and his expression vacant.

“…who Miss Freeman accused of prescribing fake antidepressants to Hawkins, in the hopes that he would take his own life. Wren swiftly turned himself in after being accused, and, according to the APD, confessed to everything.”

The picture cut to a high ranking officer, who the screen identified as Commissioner Waylon Richmond, at a press conference. Flash bulbs blinked intermittently as he stood on a podium.

“The coroner’s report shows that Mr. Hawkins had no trace of antidepressants in his bloodstream at the time of his death… He had to have been off of them for months.”

It cut to the mugshot of Dr. Wren again, with the male news anchor narrating over it.

“The reason? Wren says that he wanted to be seen as a pioneer for social justice, framing Autumnvale’s butcher Jax Kingston…”

It cut to an image of Jax being handcuffed and let into a squad car. He glared daggers at the camera.

“…for the crime. Kingston is a crossbreed and has faced tremendous prejudice both as a child and an adult.”

It cut to Kinger, sitting in his living room, looking forlorn.

“When he was a boy he would come home from school with bruises and cuts all over… He said the other kids trapped him in the jungle gym, poked him with sticks and threw pebbles at him. They said he was a ‘[censored]’ and belonged in a zoo or the circus… he was only seven.”

Pomni looked at Jax. He simply watched the screen, poker-faced, with his arms crossed. The news footage cut to a picture of Dr. Wren shouting into a bullhorn in front of the crowd of protestors.

“Wren confessed that he wanted to have Kingston wrongly convicted so he could lead a protest for crossbreed rights, to not only raise awareness for the cause, but also to be seen as a hero. ADC News, Robert Watts.”

The footage cut back to the newsroom, the female anchor turning to the male.

“I gotta tell you Rob, this entire case was like something out of a spy thriller. So many twists and turns!” she exclaimed.

“I have to agree, Jen, and we have to commend the work of the young lady who brought this accusation forward-”

Pomni swiftly mute the television and covered her face, which had turned tomato-red.

“Please no more…” she begged.

“No more? Pomni, you’re a hero! You got a vile human being arrested!” her father declared.

“I’m not a hero! I just…”

“Impostor syndrome, it’s a bitch.” Zooble said.

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Visiting hours ended at 5:30, so soon enough it was time for everyone to head out. Pomni was gently encouraged by both her surgeon and her parents to stay overnight to let the bites knit and in case any of her stitches popped. Pomni agreed. She had work she needed to do, but her parents insisted they would call her school and inform them of the situation so she could get an extension. Besides, she didn’t much feel like moving anyway.

Her mother and father (and Ragatha) all kissed her goodbye and wished her a peaceful evening, her parents promising to return as early as possible with breakfast. Gangle lent her a book to read, the works of Eugene Ionesco, and Pomni politely accepted it even if she was too tired to read much of anything. Zooble merely bid her goodnight, but, after everyone left, squeezed Pomni’s hand and thanked her “from the bottom of their heart” for helping Jax.

As for Jax, he excused himself to the restroom a few minutes before closing time. He remained missing as everyone said their goodbyes, but a few minutes after Zooble left, he returned.

“You’re gonna get in trouble…” Pomni said with a weary smile.

Jax smiled right back, his sharp teeth on full display. Pomni was either too familiar with him or too fuzzy inside to be frightened of the sight of it anymore.

“I’ll risk it. You know, I still owe you for helping clear my name. Even if Caine bailed me out, I’m sure the cops would have been gangstalking me for ages…”

Pomni shook her head. “You don’t owe me a thing. You saved my life and got me the clue I needed to get a confession out of Wren. We’re even Steven.”

Jax chuckled. “Alright, so we’re even. But what if I wanted to give you something anyway?”

“Depends on what you wanted to give me.” Pomni replied, as coquettishly as she could given her exhaustion.

Jax walked across the room and knelt at her bedside. “Just a question. Would you ever want to go out and see the town together? Preferably not while I’m carrying you, unless you enjoyed that.” Another wolfish smile.

“Har har. But yeah, I’d love that.” Pomni replied. “As soon as I’m feeling better and get some of my work done.”

“Sounds good. …You know…” Jax looked at the floor, still maintaining a smile. “I was kind of hoping to give you something else.”

“I was kind of hoping you’d give me something too.” Pomni replied, taking a hand and petting one of his ears. They were thick and shaggy. She wanted to cuddle one.

Jax knelt forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. He had gained a bit more confidence since their last kiss a few hours ago. Pomni felt the tip of his tongue on his lips, fighting the urge to slide her own hungrily into his mouth, but she overcame her id. She was in the hospital, after all, there was a time and a place for that sort of thing.

She held the back of his head gently, keeping his lips against hers for a good half minute. He let out a low, long but gentle rumble against her lips that tingled her all over, giving her gooseflesh. Oof, the thought of hearing that right in her ear…

The kiss broke, Pomni petting his ears and tickling under his chin. He crooned happily. She kissed him again on the forehead.

“Alright. More tomorrow, you don’t need to get in trouble again.”

“Okay. Promise?” he asked with a tiny, eager smile.

“I promise.”

Jax nodded and gave her another toothy grin. It was so threatening before… He passed by the sheepwoman nurse as he went through the doorway.

“Sir, visiting hours have-”

“Already leavin.’” Jax replied, holding up a hand without looking at her.

He walked to the front door, hands in his pockets. It had been a day of firsts. The first time he’d ever had a guest to his house that wasn’t his parents, the first time he’d ever been really thanked for doing a good deed for a stranger, the first time he’d ever been kissed by someone other than his family… Hell, three kisses in one day. That was pretty amazing. His first girlfriend. Was she his girlfriend? Maybe. It was surreal to think about. Girlfriends and boyfriends weren’t for him. For two decades now, he’d grown to accept this. But, here he was.

He half expected to wake up back in jail. A pleasant dream his mind had cooked up about a pretty customer he met at his shop, right before those three dick-swingers woke him up behind bars and told him they were transferring him to prison for the rest of his days. Where had they gone, anyway? Probably back to the big city. They hadn’t done much of anything other than find planted evidence and get shouted at by a cute little lady. What men. Muy chulo.

He stepped outside. It had dipped down into 20 degrees, but it felt good. Bracing. Tonight he’d stoke a fire and make some beef stew, maybe chicken soup. Something good for a winter night. He wanted to call Zooble and tell them what happened. No, wait. He didn’t have a phone. What the hell was he thinking? Call up his best friend and gossip about a relationship? That sounded more like the kind of girl that would have picked on him back in school.

“Hey, freak.”

Speak of the devil.

Trevor took a drag on his cigarette, stepping out from behind a parked truck.

“Hey, Cyclops. That your truck? Or you taking a leak behind it?” Jax smiled, showing all of his teeth.

Trevor snorted mirthlessly. “I suppose you think you’re in the clear since the mayor decided to pardon you. Am I right?”

“Well, the guy who actually did it turned himself in. So, yes. I can tell you’re just broken up that it wasn’t me that killed the comedian. I can see tears in your eyes- sorry, eye.”

Trevor’s lips peeled back in a snarl. “Hilarious. You oughta be a comedian. I’m laughing real hard on the inside.”

Jax tilted his head in mock curiosity. “So, why’re you here, Trevvy-boy? You want a kiss?”

“I’m here to tell you, mutt, that you’re not off the hook. I still owe you for this-” Trevor pointed to his eyepatch. “-and just cuz you got a little bleeding heart from the city to call out that quack, doesn’t mean you get to walk.”

“Hm? What, are you saying you did it, Trevor?”

“No, I’m saying-”

“Yeah, you don’t have the spine to kill someone.”

Trevor’s lip curled upwards again. “I’m saying, I think you did it, and you got Little Miss Moneybags to bribe the mayor into bailing you out.”

Jax snorted. “Please. You honestly think I got that kind of influence?”

“I do know that Miss Daddy’s Money in there is a bleeding heart, who’d probably fall for your sob story.” Trevor grunted. “Maybe even get a wittle cwush on you. Isn’t that right, half-breed?”

“Aw, someone needs new material. Look, you gonna take your shot, or no? ‘Cause I’d like to go home.” Jax said, passing by Trevor and stepping out onto the road.

“Hm. So you’ve not had her.” Trevor said pensively. “Funny. She had a great time with me.” Trevor grinned lasciviously and lolled his tongue out.

Jax stopped walking and turned to look at his bully. “What did you say?” His pupils dilated, his yellow eyes gleaming rings of bloodlust.

“I said Miss Richie Rich had a go-”

In an instant, Jax rushed towards Trevor. His claw flashed in the orange sunset, rocketing towards Trevor’s face. The wolf instinctually raised a hand to block the swing, but it was too late. His claw was within jabbing distance of his one good eyeball. He feebly braced for impact, even as the claw rocketed past him and poked him gently on the snout.

“Boop.~”

Jax prodded Trevor on the nose, pulling his claw back and smiling mischievously. Trevor growled and rubbed his nose with the back of his arm.

“What the fuck was that, freak? Huh?”

Jax shrugged. “Today has been the best day of my life. I feel too good to fight you. Besides, I know for a fact Pomni wouldn’t even touch your cretin ass, because she’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah right-” Trevor began, only for Jax to spin about on his heel and head off towards his house.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“I’m not done talking to you, freak!” Trevor shouted.

“Yeah you are.” Jax replied.

“She’ll see you for what you are! You’re a monster! I know you are!”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Keep shouting. You got nothin.’” Jax replied, and he began to whistle.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, gleaming an iridescent orange, no more words were exchanged. Both of them knew Jax was right.

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So, I don't feel alone on the weight of the stone

Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone

And any fool knows a dog needs a home

A shelter from pigs on the wing

[judedeluca]

Jude's 34th Birthday Wishlist - The BBW edition

For my birthday on December 25th, for those who feel like doing fat and weight gain related stuff, or just pieces involving large guys/big beautiful men

Again I made the list shorter like the regular one because I haven't had the time to really focus on this. It's the end of the year and I am really tired.

Weight gain, big beautiful men. Men who're fat or men who get fat. Big bellies, buttons popping, clothes tearing, body adoration, body positivity. You guys know what I like and what I don't like (body hair, force feeding, immobility, things like that).

I don't think it needs to be said I enjoy seeing Arsenal together with Lightning Lad.

Arsenal - THE dad of DC Comics, if only DC would stop fucking him over. Preferably the late 90s/Rick Mays version, or the early 2000s Outsiders (Commission by Rick Mays)

Banshee - One of the other dads of the X-Men, co-leader of Generation X with Emma Frost (Commission by Phil Sevy)

Cornfed - From Adam Warren's Livewires and one of the few canon stocky characters Marvel has

Grunge - My problematic fave from Gen13, Percival Edmund Chang takes on the properties of anything he touches. A shameless hound dog constantly thinking of boobs and sex (Commission by Carlo Barberi)

Hunk - From Voltron Force specifically, who for his Coopness (Art by Prisonsuit Rabbitman)

Lightning Lad - The Retroboot Garth who is one of DC's underappreciated redheaded dads and should've set the mold before Arsenal (Commission by Duckydrawsart)

Lightning Lad - The cartoon Garth and my first favorite version of the character (Commission by Derrick J Wyatt RIP)

Mike - The titular Mahoney of Rich Carrington and Brian Dawson's Mahoney's, retired supervillain and owner of a bar for supervillains. Brian has done a couple of commissions of Mike as heavyset for me which I super appreciate, and Rich has even included some of them in the print issues of Mahoney's (Commission by Jo Estep and Brian Dawson)

Red Arrow - Will Harper from Young Justice, formerly Roy, who turned into a DILF between seasons two and three (Commission by Daniela Klem)

Skullfire - Of the future X-Men 2099, he's like their answer to Lightning Lad. Has electric powers, red hair, acted differently following a near death experience, in a relationship with a psychic named La Lunatica. He's like the edgy 90s Lightning Lad no one asked for (Commission by Anonymous)

Timber Wolf - From the Legion cartoon, objectively the best version. Enjoys baking (Commission by Caucusboi)

Ultra Boy - From the Reboot Legion, and arguably the best version of Jo Nah (Commission by Jeff Moy)

Yuta - The protagonist of Rumiko Takahashi's horror series Mermaid Saga and her favorite of her male protagonists (and mine) (Commission by Cris Art)

Original Character - Max Hestian

A character I created for a concept called Sumoboarding, a fictional video game franchise involving snowboarding, surfing, and skateboarding with big beautiful men. Max is a Utah firefighter, asexual, and a foster father of two. Design commission from Mozg and commission art by Little Corvus

[heartfullofleeches]

love howw my obsessions of the week are my 6000 rabbitman oc and an undead femboy who i named applebees while i was high when i first made him

[springtrapsspringlockedbussy]

literally just had a cool as hell dream where i was on a college campus as the events of Scream (2000) were happening with the 'Utah Rabbitman' as the killer. literally just movie springtrap

i managed to make it to the very end of the whole killing spree and end up surviving the whole movie kinda. i very vividly remember a whole lot of climbing as i was chased directly once

end the movie was me transferring to a different college and attending a campus speech before looking through the crowd and seeing movie springtrap moving through it before i woke up. it was so fucking cool istg.

im 100% william afton was white but he had a rat-like face with gray hairs and stubble, but i was literally just a fucking clone of Jesse Pinkman??????

somehow managed to survive a dead by daylight chase wearing baggy jeans and high-top sneakers running from springtrap. sick

[saikodreamy]

My Ranfren OC!! Rabbitman ohyeah.

[the0maski]

The rabbit, the man,

the hero of legend: It's well-known that siren roam Hyrule's shores and the ocean. Yet not many know the hero being one of them. Raised by his hylian onkel, Link grew up to love the land and his kingdom.

Boy, this took me so long, but only because I got hit with lore for this rabbitman! There are even some designs on how oracle of ages changed him, but it didn't look good, and the change wasn't as visible as much as I wanted it to be. So I'm gonna info dump here!

Siren Legend lore:

He was born as a hylian-siren hybrid. Hylian father and siren mother. Not long after Legends third birthday, his father was sent to the dark world. Not long after, his mother followed after her husband because she felt heartbroken, leaving Legend behind.

When little, he passed as any hylian child. Only his teeth were sharper, and his eyes had a more intense color. His onkel told him of his mother's origins early on, so Legend always knew.

The chest in OoA where the mermaid suit was in, that turned him into a full-blooded siren. Since then, Legend has changed his voice to sound as unpleasant as he can.

Ravio is a hybrid, which caused a lot of tension between the two at the beginning.

He and Queen Oren are besties.

With the chain, Legend tries to stay as far away from Wind, yet still keeping the sailor on good sides with him. Since sirens are more known to be hostile and dangerous in sailor's beliefs.

He doesn't like to be called a mermaid/merman/mer since mermaid and siren aren't the same, and confusing them always ends deadly. Also, because he hates to be vulnerable, a trade giving more to their cousin race, the merfolk.

Gold, silver, and other shiny things don't get his attention much, even though he likes to collect rings. However, hylians/humans and gerudos are seen as rare beauties between mermaids and siren alike and often talk/treated as such. It's the same for Legend, and he hates himself for this a lot.

Being a water creature was the only reason he survived Koholint island since he was breathing water for most of the dream.

He is the best fisherman in the chain.

He uses magic to hide his appearance often and come over as just a hylian traveller.

That's all I have for this boy. I just love mermaid and siren stuff, and Legend just happened to exist! Next is Time, luckily I don't have much lore ideas for him, so I can't be distracted as easily.

[energonnaccinos]

puddlebath by prisonsuit-rabbitman on DeviantArt

[kandiks]

i made a very, very, VERY quick sketch of an oc i made for FAKE TYPE. ^_^ (their name is RabbitMan♡) (and YES i used gacha life for inspo :/………..)