#THERE'S EVEN MORE BUNNIES NOW

[stardust-lightning]

Friend: So what are your weekend plans?

Me:

[hoofpeet]

This guy's a freak...

[weepingtalecowboy]

Wererabbit legend

Fanfic prompt:

the bunny legend twist is really funny

And considering how both the twilight curse and the darkness induced curse in link to the past work differently

The twilight curse turns you into your most innermost animal (in the case of link and people consider that it has something to do with the triforce that makes link different ) or just straight up turns you into a ghost (like literally the rest of all hyrule)

But considering that the curse found in the dark world specifically says that it is a reflection of your heart and therefore already works differently than the twilight curse as you can be a monstrosity with no real limits other than how Messed up you are

Wouldn’t it be beyond messed up when legend picked up the twilight shard but his innocent rabbit appearance just didn’t happen

Because it just triggered his dark curse

Like for all he says he finds it annoying it probably would hurt a lot more to realize that this soft vulnerable part of him doesn’t reflect who he is

At least not anymore

The curse in link to the past can turn you into a monstrous beast more often than not

Like that must hurt to end up a dangerous jaded beast

the messed up rabbit equivalent of one because the appearance of a predatory rabbit in many media signifies the loss of innocence as it twists into pure violence against what hurt them once

(Interestingly enough a white rabbit with red eyes is usually the symbol for it or one who wears a rabbit skull on its head instead of a face )

So let him be a little nightmare and hate himself as he takes the form of a monstrosity once more (fucked up were rabbit legend my beloved)

And like that would essentially be a feedback loop for him because the more he hates how he looks the more it would reflect on the outside

The worse it will get for legend because he hates even more how he looks

And it shows again

Being a bitter, snarky very confrontational lil guy… legend probably would dial up the self destructiveness pretty fast even if he is fighting not to be a monstrosity (feedback loop my beloved would work against him every step of the way)

Meanwhile twilight has to watch in horror as legend turns into a snarling creature thing and runs off full monster mode

Like twilight just turned around and the first thing he sees is a…”thing” that probably is legend

Then legend freaked the hell out and ran into the woods in fear of what he just turned into

And twilight realized that being a wolf of rather average size is not something to complain over

So Wolfie chase it is

And when he gets to him it only seems to get worse because this is going into melted eldritch horror territory by this point

...and he still has the ability to talk like a person and is being self deprecating about it

Legend be like : “I am such a monstrosity …”

Twilight: “no no it’s alright”

Legend : “I miss my uncle”

Twilight: “oh, that’s deeper than I wanna go”

And also they probably have to get the chain not to shoot at him or else it probably would get even worse than it already is

Or get sky… but for that he needs to drag legend out the cave he crawled in and leave him unsupervised

And it very much isn’t going great in the slightest already

[protagaster]

...

Don't judge me. I had this creative flow and I REALLY wanted to let it run its course.

Made with love and inspiration from my sister in sin - @somereaderinblue! A lot of Ares' personality comes from Blue's notes, quotes, and cute little random sayings.

This time, though, I also dedicate this fic to @zippyskyfalls! You'd be surprised what looking at one image of Ares could do for the creative process ~

I Need Him to be Mine

Penelope's heart can't help but flutter, longing once more to gaze into those mesmerizing eyes belonging to the young King of Ithaca...

Ares tilted his head at the peculiar sight before him. 

Only a day ago Penelope had asked of him to train her harder and more vigorously than usual, eager to defeat the boy that unknowingly agitated her to a game of friendly spar. 

Now here she was, after that same boy bested her in their spar, softly humming a common love-tune dedicated to his Aphrodite, sitting at her loom and threading together a simple but beautiful tapestry featuring the boy as her muse. 

Now, Ares will be the first to admit that despite his age he has not retained much knowledge on mortals and their whims. How could he, when he is one of the most hated Gods within the entire pantheon and even outside of it? Before Penelope, Ares did not have the opportunity to look over and learn from mortals that were not related to him. 

However, even with his lack of experience, Ares still knew how improbable it was for someone to completely shift their thoughts and impressions of a person. And yet here Penelope was, softly singing a melody about everlasting love, dedicating a piece of her sacred craft to the boy she previously thought to be more cavalier than even Zeus himself. 

“-eyes?” 

“What was that?” Ares asked, roused from his thoughts after hearing Penelope’s voice take on a meek tone. 

She hasn’t spoken in such a small, soft voice ever since Ares first claimed her as his pupil. How can she, when his mere presence is enough to fill her with boundless confidence even in the most mundane of daily activities? 

“His eyes,” Penelope answered the God, not once looking up from her loom. “They aren’t good enough…” 

Ares, still in quite the curious state, looked down at the tapestry small enough to fit in two palms. 

There he was, displayed carefully in spools of thread that perfectly encapsulated his image, the boy from before, Odysseus…

Ugh, the boy’s name left a poor taste in Ares’ mouth. 

Still, even if Ares did not like the boy (how could he, when this Odysseus radiated the same sickening smugness and weak-willed cunning as that damned Athena), he could at least praise his student’s passion for her craft.

The background of the tapestry was a simple white and light blue, colors heavily associated with the boy, from his wear to his kingdom. The center of the small cloth, highlighting the main focus of it, was the almost completed figure of the boy himself. Penelope perfectly mirrored his semi-long wavy brown hair, the slight curve of a smile constantly gracing his lips, and the lean but still relatively toned muscle that adorned his physical figure. 

Ares tried not to think of why Penelope chose to put extra emphasis on the details around the boy’s thighs… 

However, there was one detail in his student’s tapestry that kept it from completion. A detail that Ares would argue to be an individual’s most important feature- 

Odysseus’ eyes. 

The God could tell from how the thread around the loom piled up that Penelope spent some time threading then promptly unthreading her model’s eyes. 

“The eyes giving you trouble?” Ares suspected this to be true based on Penelope’s earlier proclamation, but he still wanted to be sure. 

“No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to get them right!” 

Ares raised an eyebrow. He gestured to the wall opposite of Penelope’s loom.

“You’ve managed just fine with all of these.” 

Ares brought to attention the many other various projects Penelope weaved over the course of perfecting her craft. Some displayed animale, symbols, and scenery, while others illustrated people, either individual or in a group. Either way, all of them were considered works of art by all who gazed upon them. 

Of the tapestries focusing on people, the earliest ones depicted Penelope’s family. The first of her cloth would showcase the young princess’ family: these very few featuring her mother, six siblings, and two of her quintuplet cousins, Castor and Pollux. A few more than the previous were modeled after Penelope’s favorite cousins, Helen and Clytemnestra. However, it was clear who most of those early tapestries took inspiration from; so many of Penelope’s earliest creations, even going back to the very first when she was just discovering her love of weaving, illustrated the image of her father, King Icarius. 

Over time though, in a manner that signified her state of mind as she got older, less and less of Penelope’s projects featured her family. Now, almost none of them depicted her father. 

Ares couldn’t help but let himself feel somber for his student, the implications behind this trend not at all ignorant to God. Especially considering his own standing with his divine family…

Ares shook his head, forcing himself to return to the topic at hand. Following the line of Penelope’s designs that featured people, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. 

For most of those projects were made in honor of the God of War himself. 

Most would depict his strength and fearlessness within moments of combat, visualized through the stories Ares would share with Penelope (sometimes even guiding her through the events with his quick-tought). This, of course, was the image that Ares was most commonly known by in the Greek world, for better or worse. 

A few though, presented Ares as something other than the personification of loss and bloodshed. These tapestries, projects Penelope chose to create whenever she felt most proud of Ares, they illustrated the God’s image via details told through his stories (details he once thought to be trivial) and through personal moments shared between the God and his mortal. One of the tapestries depicted a scene with Ares gazing lovingly up at Aphrodte, embracing the Goddess in his arms. Another, an image that displayed Ares using a hand to shield a young woman’s eyes, his other atop the woman’s own hands as he guided her through a violent and bloody battlefield. The last, one Penelope admitted to be one of her favorites, bringing to life the moment the 13 year old Spartan princess pulled the divine spear out of the earth, a vulture looming over her not as a scavenger, but a protector.  

Ares forced himself to return to the topic at hand before he could get too caught up in his pride. The point was, Penelope is no novice when it came to depicting images through her weaving. In fact, despite her young age, her hands were probably the most skilled in the art throughout the entire kingdom. Nay, throughout all of Greece even! 

So why was it giving her so much trouble when she tried to encapsulate this boy’s image?

“It’s different with him…” Penelope sighed out, using the tip of her finger to caress the boy’s threaded face. “No matter what I do, I’m unable to depict that sparkle in his eyes…” 

Ares couldn’t control his blink of shock. With every word this girl uttered, they only left him more and more confused. 

“What ‘sparkle’?” 

“You know! The sparkle!” Penelope stood up and walked away from her loom, embracing herself as a light blush spread throughout her cheeks.

Penelope flopped down on her bed with a not-so graceful thud. For once in her life, the Princess cared not over her demeanor, the only thing flooding her heart and mind being the foreign but not unwelcome feeling of butterflies flying in her tummy. 

“The way his eyes shine whenever he comes up with an idea! How the glint in his eye appears whenever he proves mental strength to be just as, if not more impressive at times, compared to physical strength! Or how they twinkle when he laughs…”

Penelope sighed, unaware of the blush that only got richer in color the more her mind lingered on the young King of Ithaca. 

“Oh, his laugh. It’s like music to the ears…” 

Ares couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Everything Penelope describes about the boy came from the spar they had just partook in mere hours ago. The very same in which she experienced a quick and humiliating defeat. 

Even after her mentor had declared she would train extra hard in the coming weeks to make up for her failure, Ares saw Penelope was not deterred. Quite the opposite, actually. 

While Ares was lamenting over how he once again lost to Athena, Penelope was beside him gushing over how Odysseus respected her as a warrior by refusing to go easy on her. 

Ares himself didn't see the appeal. The boy was smaller than other boys his age, considerably scrawnier, and did not meet the criteria of a warrior that Ares thought to be necessary. Penelope though- 

“I must get it done! Even if it’s only through a piece of cloth made by my hand-”

The girl ran back to her loom, looking at her unfished project longingly. 

“-I need him to be mine…” 

Ares let out a groan. Even though Penelope had verbally expressed her desires to be with Odysseus, and even with his gift of courage coursing through her heart and veins, the truth was the girl still thought her dream of being with the boy to be an unobtainable one. 

Because he was here for Helen’s hand, not hers. 

Ares was offended for Penelope, for how dare this Odysseus, Athena’s student at that, think himself to be above the affections of his mortal pupil! 

No, that simply won’t do!

Ares will have to go to the boy’s room when the time is right, to confront him over his foolishness! Athena be damned! 

Whatever it takes, for the sake of creating a warrior empowered by her heart instead of feeling burdened by it, Ares will do what he must!

…

Maybe he should ask Aphrodite first though, just to be safe…

[milk-box-16]

I finally finished this thing that I had for a month- So, yes it is an AU where it would be the other part of the Subcon Kingdom also putting a bit of my Oc's lore in this case :D

This Au is going to be called "Forget Forest" on the recommendation of a friend

Edit: I just noticed that there are a lot of spelling errors in the description of Blade, but it's fixed now :D

[blueinkphantom]

Barn Owl is the perfect animal to pick for hybric c!Dream and here's why

[sunfloweraro]

Bunny cuddles!

Wolfie upsets Bunny unintentionally and makes it up to him with snuggles.

(and of course I’m tagging @thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

“I wanted to ask a few things from ye while I was in this form. I wanted to know more about yer Link.”

Bunny’s eyes dropped to the ground. His lop ears lowered farther. A tiny whimper escaped him, and he wouldn’t look at Twilight.

“Do ye know he’s…”

Bunny turned away, confirming Twilight’s suspicions: Bunny knew the fate of one of his owners.

“’m sorry we couldn’t take ye back to yer other owner—Ravio, was it?” Another whimper from Bunny. “Ye must miss him.”

Slowly, Bunny nodded. He stayed silent.

Twilight regretted bringing it up at all. “Sorry, are ye okay?”

A low keen from Bunny. A definite ‘no,’ even if not a word had left Bunny’s mouth. In his eagerness to finally speak with Bunny, Twilight had gone and upset the poor creature. First, they had taken him away from his home and family, and now Twilight was reminding him of his recent loss.

“’m sorry,” Twilight repeated. “I shouldn’t ‘ave brought it up. If ye ever want to talk, I’ll listen.”

Bunny still wouldn’t look at him. Twilight had never known an animal to fall so despondent, and that protectiveness within his chest flared, bright and golden.

“Aw, c’mere.” Twilight paced around Bunny three times before carefully lowering himself to the ground, wrapping his tail over his forelegs to complete the little circle around Bunny. Bunny made a curious sound as he was surrounded, but he didn’t try to run nor escape, only gazed at Twilight with intensity in his eyes. “Get some rest, li’l one. I’ll protect ye tonight.”

Bunny’s violet eyes glistened. He dipped his little head, lop ears swaying. He paced in the small circle of space he had, three times just like Twilight, before settling down in Twilight’s fur, resting his fluffy head against Twilight’s. They fell asleep together, Twilight curled around his tiny pink bunny, protecting him from nightmares, monsters and the bite of the cold alike.

Come morning, Wild would have a dozen new photos on his slate, but the teasing fell on deaf ears when Twilight could only fawn over how small Bunny was, encircled by his wolf form. The protectiveness bloomed brighter and he couldn’t help but draw Bunny into his arms, and though it wasn’t the same, Bunny still rested his head against Twilight’s regardless of his change in form.

[callmesel]

Gonna publish this late at night so I don't regret it like 5 mins after posting

Compilation of two random Percy au

The more suggestive/indecent under the cut

not much but kind of

His neck is weird

[scarysanctuary]

surprised just how big ghoulcy has been from just the first season, because they didnt get to interact enough for me, but season 2 has the opportunity to be very shippy!

[ganondoodle]

so with echoes of wisdom .. i havent watched any of the trailers beyond the very first one and the thumbnails/screenshots and what others have said about it-

but with the world inside the rift being called "Welt des Nichts" aka "world of nothing/void" in german ('still' in english, for some reason) and demises title in french being "avatar of nothing" ... yeah my anxiety is shooting through the roof again

(hopefully you can be a little more forgiving for me being anxious/weird about it bc demise is my blorbo)

i had similar worries with totk, that werent proven true thankfully, but the darn book is making it all worse again with all those weird lore things the game doesnt even so much as hint at AND potential retcons- im in for a really rough time huh, not just stress in real life (more in tags.. its alot) but now about my specific hyperfixation from two things even (AND artblock still..)

weird as it may sound, i dont want demise to get more lore, partly bc i dont believe theyd do anything with him that i would like (given their track record) but much more importantly- the fact that he has this little lore about him is precisely one of the reasons why i fell in love with him, i tend to like characters that are neglected by the narrative, and his story being both so flat and already done meant i can be very creative with what i come up with for him without necessarily contradicting anything in canon (which is ... or was a big point of how i wrote destiny's story and lore, working with canon in a way that reframes it all without straight up ignoring it ... but i suppose i urgently need to let go of that and accept i spend alot of time working things that will go to waste :( ) AND not having to worry that there will be more stuff with him that would massively change not only what im writing but also potentially how i feel about him since the game he was briefly in was the oldest chronologically and ended with his death- i didnt expect them to mess with anything that far back and thought theyd just go forward and leave the timeline behind and wouldnt mess with it again, given how botw seemed to be a sort of 'fresh start' that seemingly regarded the past as the past that needs to rest and that the timeline was finally no longer a discussion if everythings unified through botw and one thing going forward

but i suppose i was very wrong with that .__.

right now the only thing that motivates me still is the left over determination and spite to work on my zelda comic, since i have never gotten this far and really want to get something done for once, but i cant lie that im feeling like i should pause all work on it too to wait and see waht the book and the new game will do .. either to determine if i still have the will to keep working on it after those things are out (my love for tloz has been taking alot of hits lately ..) or if i have to change stuff (mostly bc of my lore problem trying to not ignore it ..)

[megaawkwardhuman]

the only reason you're still alive is cause I let you live

yes yes I know this is the pilot and that's a season 3 quote BUT IT FITS OK?

this drawing oh THIS DRAWING

I thought hey I like fucking around with lighting and shading this is going to be fun

but oh boy

OOOOOOOH BOY

the amount of times I wanted to throw my laptop out of a window is far too many to count

goes to show that fuck it we ball ISN'T the best drawing philosophy to live by some times

below cut is the sketch that started it all

[bringbackbunnymaloney]

Méko’s rework of the sad Charlotte drawing!

[january-summers]

Hmmm, what's new in Plot Bunny Land today?

Pre-series canon divergence where Epsilon's self-destruction left Wash in a vegetative state, his brain is completely intact physically, but it's a case of the lights are on and no one is home.

Not one to waste resources, Director decides to use Wash's empty brain to house Alpha instead of Private Jimmy. And Alpha creates a version of himself that blends what little is left of his own sense of self with the remnant memories of Agent Washington.

So Alpha wakes up in Blood Gulch convinced he's David Church, Dr Leonard Church's son and Agent Carolina's older brother and he worked for Project Freelancer in Command and oh god oh fuck oh NO, he's responsible for his sister's death. His father had him reassigned to the backwater Blood Gulch outpost as punishment because Alpha David is still his son but Director cannot even look at him right now.

(Worse, he thinks he got his sister killed because he was distracted by an affair/breakup with Agent Texas. Allison Beth, he calls her Beth, it's her middle name and she honestly preferred it and Allison was his mother's name.)

And Florida Butch Flowers thinks: good enough.

(There's still huge gaps, but Butch manages to convince him it's from brain damage when the MOI went down, so Church rolls with it.)

Except Wash isn't gone. He was just recovering.

Tucker has many concerns about his team, his CO is... certainly something, and he's convinced Church has a split personality disorder he doesn't seem aware of.

Church's ability to hit a target with a gun is inversely proportional to how much of a prick he's being. (or: Wash can hit his target, Church still cannot.)

Caboose likes Church. All of him. The nice-ish one and the mean one and the psychotic one. All Churches are good Churches and shall be his Best Friend. Yes.

(Wash is trying not to lose himself to the trauma Epsilon left behind, tries to cling to the outgoing and social person he was before, but sometimes he just really wants to do a violence. There's nothing wrong with that.)

Obviously Wash does not die by friendly fire, but he does maybe get severely injured which still prompts additional Freelancer backup.

Freelancer reactions start with "Oh, so this is where they hid Alpha" (for those in the know) to "Why does Church seems so familiar at times? ... HOLY FUCK WHAT DID THEY DO TO WASH?!?!"

Florida's survival is optional. Options are Optional.

(Ohhhh, Florida having Wash's emp unit in case of absolute emergencies.)

[rotyolk]

urgent! look at her

[felixisfruity]

swagever. me n my animal crossing island against the world

[notsogoodangel]

This is what I did during my spare time... I'm fine.

Side Notes: I didn't add any of the actual players for simplicity's sake, but I did add characters played by the CCs that aren't their main characters such as Arin, ElQuackity, and Sapo Peta.

It will be too complicated to add ex-alliances and spy-related stuff... but if I did! Jaiden will be between the "knows the federation" and "sides with the players" and Etoiles will be between "understands the codes" and "sides with the players" just because there are no real secrets about it if you watch their POVs.