#bunny and bunny-adjacent characters

[darkzonediaries]

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BIMBEE ADOPT HAS BEEN SOLD!!!! I didnt think she would go that fast but I’m THRILLED people enjoy my funny character designs!!

Next batch will be anthro Sea Bunnies so if you wanna keep up with those or any other drops I do, you can follow my ko-fi here!! And heres a sneak peak at those sea bunnies !!

[m4fios0]

introductory / important post : )

‹ “ here we go, folks. ”

;; basic rules, ›

no nsfw. flirting is okay, but i'm not okay with heavy shipping/implications; mafioso isn't interested in anything relationship wise :).

^ no pregnancy asks. didn't think i'd have to clarify, but please don't bring it up. i'm uncomfortable with the topic.

you don't control him; please don't act stuff out on my part.

don't overdo things- you can be a dick, but don't overplay it .

magic anons are okay! just don't flood our inbox with them.

don't force ships onto us! we're okay with light flirting (as stated prior), but nothing overboard? we're not comfortable with it if we don't know you well/at all 😓.

if we don't reply to an ask you sent, please don't resend it/send in further asks about it. we either haven't gotten to it or don't want to respond. we'll block you if you do.

don't vent to us. you won't get an answer

‹ “ you won't live to see the next day. ”

;; general info, ›

mod is a system! this blog will be run by a mafioso fictive.

mafioso's name on the blog is ettore (mainly maf/mafioso). modmaf goes by either maf or faust. : )

i am sex repulsed. please don't bring up anything related to the topic. lightly suggestive is fine.

bodily a minor . how i act on blog =/= how i act in-sys . i'm quite nice, i swear ! i don't !!bite !

we'll probably give fairly inconsistent replies, but asks will always be open!

anything nsfw won't be tolerated and you will be blocked.

again, this is run by a fictive, and not everything will be canon adjacent/accurate. especially considering that it's partially an au.

"ic" text, or rp responses to an ask, will look like 🐇 ;; “ this! ”

actions will be indented, but will always look like [ this! ]

mod responses won't have anything attached 2 them!! theyll probably have a tag or smtn saying who it was from though, we try to signoff as much as we can.

how i feel about. almost everyone i've talked with/recurring characters,

how i feel about the other killers :)

favorite types of asks!

poll post (so we don't forget it!!!), ignore !!!

‹ “ I feel no pain. Can you say the same? ”

;; extra things! ›

– misc. info : )

our main is @battery-enthusiast ! it's totally epic. and awesome. i swear. we don't bite (lie)

our roblox user is T04ST3ER , display is the same as our main ! feel free to add or join us ! our discord is jonahmarshall77. if you don't clarify who you are beforehand, we might not accept it..lmao

– about the blog itself!

– it's (partially) a survivor au! i'm not classifying myself with the other killers - the ones who do it mindlessly (john doe, 1x, you get the point).

– i'm still a killer by definition; i'm still doing my job as a debt collector and killing those necessary, but nobody else. i think that'd be a passive killer ?

we have . fairly inconsistent answers , but we'll try to get to your ask as soon as we can !

i'm not bald. please i swear i have hair. nor am i a bunny , or british , , coughs

PLEASE don't be afraid to tag this blog! it's always lovely to see art people made of me. i'm not that scary , i'd say i'm nice. : )

— tags... ough

– walkspeed override! ;; ic posts (unrelated to asks).

– you won't live to see the next day. ;; ooc/mod posts

– just shut up and ragequit. ;; ooc asks/mod responses

– i see one of them. ;; ic ask responses

– i love knocking out teeth. ;; both ic and ooc reblogs

— art people made for me :)!!

by @/littlefuckingthing

by @/scratchingheads

by @/its-yer-boi-cleetus

by @/scrambled-nightmares

by @/spectrum-studios

by @/spectrum-studios

by @/grey-washere

by @/pastelpurpled

— tags masterlist

^ we're also. not tagging miscellaneous reblogs solely because we'd probably wrongblog it so badly,

also! if you're a constant recurring anon/blog, we might just. make you a tag

counts ^_^

kill count; 4

magic anon effect; can't lie

magic anon effect duration; 10 asks

claimed anons; ^_^ , 💚📼 , 🍌💜 , 🦷 "mantisshrimpspecies" , 🌟 (?) , "starvedanon" , 📃🎉 , 🎸 , "jackie" , "midas" , "3anon" , "AICH_7913" , flower anon , 💫 , 🖤 , 🩶 , 🪶 , C.H.O.T.R.D.C , killbot / kb , 1x , tick , tock , possibly injured anon , clone anon , ⏰🩸 , 📝🎀 , watchful anon , 🍔 , 🐋 , killer bunny anon , 💮 , sharkbnnuy , copy-paste anon , 🍕 anon , hat obsessed anon , F3llow Anon💥 , an0n In w0nderland , mx hat obsession , 👻 anon , G , "Celeste (oc)" , anon.as , bug anon , dino anon , jester anon , radioactive anon , J.D. , narwhal guy , centipede anon , bananon , M. , 🫒 , Lost Hope anon , hairstylist anon , NYX =) , Timer.. , 🔔 , potential askblog anon , impulsive anon thoughts , unavowed , 🌧️ , 🍰 , bug anon , [💛💙] , raven anon , 🐦‍⬛🚂 , panon 🍳, catanon , 🍔👾 , 🌙🦴 , jfcsthu (ues) , 💥🌈 , green tv, ladybug/🐞 anon , 🦆 , 🦭 , robot , 🟣🌟👤/goop anon , sundowner anon , -💐🍀🌷/bouquet anon , 🎲🥀 , ■. , 🧣 , cat anon. Car. 🐱. , m!a (🔮✨) , weird Oreo Lover , 👾💞 , spider enthusiast , songbird, bowed wing anon🎀🪽 , -Mr.1234💚💜, 🧇waffle anon🧇, [An▫️n], 🐰❣️❣️🫰, plushie anon, bunnyanon, Zilly Anon

oh my god ? hi ?? ↑

things given to mafioso; cheesecake, a leaf, cheese (?), a tooth, some screws, mac and cheese. lots of it, "one million diseases" , lavender in a pot, a bunny pin, a bunny, an orcaling, avocado toast, lemon tart, a lemon, emotional support brick, a singular mushroom , AN ENTIRE LEMON TREE (???) , a bat (as in the animal), a mountain of chamomile, seven bees, a grub, a crochet bunny, bag of sunflower seeds, two baskets of muffins, a noli bean, a jar of jelly beans, dead rat, bag of sour patch kids, lilies of the valley bouquet , a truck sized banana, pocket watch, a necklace, a drawing of a bunny, bunny sticker , three beetles , yellow rose, 15,000 studs, a jar, a cricket, care basket, "totally not a glitter bomb" , "pink" , a few bags of marbles , the entire state of florida?? (although redacted . soon replaced by jacksonville specifically), the STATE OF FUCKING ARKANSAS????? , washington , colorado , texas , luxemburg , sweden, california , taiwan , city hall of winchester indiana , tennessee , iowa , zimbabwe , a ddr machine , slugcat , police baton , a raccoon , a comic book, bunny plush, duck plush, a whole pack of monster energy, giant gubby plush, bunny beanbag, ohio, vegas, north Carolina , Apollo plush, shedletsky plush

↑ i'm not counting bunnies nor flowers anymore. god knows how many we've gotten. nor pizza. we got, a LOT .

death counter: 0.5

draw 25 count: 2

uno cards in the metaphorical deck: 50

bricks thrown at me: four

reference made by yours truly. know who you're talking to! : )

updated last; 4/7/25 , marsh

[fyodoro]

ೃ༄ JUST AN INCH AWAY…

ft. Alhaitham, Scaramouche, and Wriothesley

… who said making out was the only way to escape such a predicament? neither of you, apparently. but if it works, it works— even if it wasn’t intentional.

gn!reader, suggestive but not rlly bordering on smut, puzzles gone wrong, forced proximity and enemies with tension type thing, lots of kissing, lots of making out, profanity, harbinger scara, akademiya/academic rival alhaitham | wc : 5.4k

a big thank you to @vxnuslogy for going over scara’s bit for me cause i’ve grown vv unfamiliar with his character over the years, so thank you vee !!

ALHAITHAM (1.7k wc)

”I swear to Archons, the second I get out of here I’m burning your thesis to ashes.”

Alhaitham’s unbothered expression didn’t falter. “Such a bold assumption. You really think you’re capable of escaping without me?” he reviled, using the split-second your mind went blank as an opportunity to shove you away to an adjacent wall.

Your brows furrowed, hand clutching your side in response to the fleeting moment of pain. “You better do something if this bruises, asshole,” you sneered.

”What sense does it make for me to do something about someone else’s problem?” he retorted, gray strands gone astray as he ran a hand through them.

This might’ve been the most stressed out you’ve ever seen him, you think. It makes plenty of sense, too. You wouldn’t be shocked if he was living out his worst nightmare right now. Two of the things he hates most— you, and a problem he can’t solve— is all he has to work with right now.

Actually, calling this his worst nightmare might be the understatement of the century.

“Two Akademiya students trapped in a cell… oh, all the possibilities. Did I mention they hate each other? That’s a key detail if I do say so myself.”

”I’m trying to focus here,” he said, tone as cold as the very peak of Dragonspine. 

You squatted down beside him, watching his skillful hands work with the broken device that got you trapped here in the first place. “You’re trying to focus, I’m bored. You don’t wanna spend your potential last minutes alive with me, and vice versa. Let’s face it, neither of us are winning here, so you might as well stop being a buzzkill for once.”

”These won’t be my last moments alive, but they might be yours if you don’t pipe down.”

You frowned without another word, surveying his working hands as they meticulously fidgeted with the dysfunctional rune. They’re… nice, you think, oddly enough. The thought alone made you wanna gag, but it wouldn’t be the first time you noticed them.

It also wouldn’t be the first time you noticed his nose scrunches whenever he’s concentrated. You’ve seen it plenty of times, but in this instance, it’s different— you’ve never seen it close up before. Every other time you just happened to catch it from across your shared classroom amidst a lesson, or the Akademiya’s library. No matter the case, there’s never been an appropriate time to tease him about it.

Does this count as an appropriate time? Probably not, but your mouth thinks otherwise.

“You’re gonna have bunny lines by the time you’re 24 if you don’t stop doing that.”

For a moment, he stops. His darkly lit nose inhaled deeply before turning to you, exasperation evident in his eyes. 

“That’s hypocritical, you do it more than me.”

You didn’t waste a second to fire back, eyes locking in on his with jest. “So you confess? You’ve been staring at me, hm?” 

“Do you hear yourself? You admitted the same thing just a moment ago,” he breathed, voice hitching in his throat from the intense irritation he was feeling. He opened his mouth hastily to speak again, but closed it just as fast, resuming his repair of the broken device. 

You scoffed, standing back up to stretch your limbs with a yawn. Just how long has it been now? Minutes? Hours? There was only so much longer you could take, and your patience was running just as thin as Alhaitham’s. 

“Surprise, surprise… you’re doing it again.”

“When we get out of here, I’m sending you to those Kshahrewar scholars. Maybe they’ll be able to install a mute button on you.” 

“I just think you’re jealous of me. Y’know, people actually like me, but I know that’s not the case for you.”

“Fortunately, I couldn't care any less about anyone’s opinion of me. Unlike you, remember?” he reminded, looking up at you from the corner of his eye. “You had a breakdown in the library because you eavesdropped on a group of Amurta students calling you a stuck-up know-it-all.”

Your teeth clenched together, brain stuttering over its thoughts. “That’s because I’m not! I didn’t even know any of them, they were just making stuff up—“

Alhaitham’s ears tuned you out, index finger clicking the last piece together on the rune, getting it to light up successfully. He wiped beads of sweat off his forehead before picking himself up off the ground with a small huff.

“That’s why I was so upset, okay?” you finished, arms shrugged in a defensive manner. Your lips were pressed into a straight line, and your brows only raised at the realization— he wasn’t listening to a single word you said.

“Save your breath,” he started, gesturing to the supposedly fixed mechanism. “We’ll be out of each other’s sight soon.”

“Ohoho,” you chuckled dryly, “not soon enough.” 

You crouched down to the newly repaired rune, fidgeting with it as the symbols changed. Not a single one made the small cell’s bars budge, let alone lift. Slapping a hand to your forehead, you groaned in defeat. 

“Well my good friend, aren’t you just a genius,” you taunted.

“If you had a sliver of patience in that dense head of yours, you’d have known to wait another minute or so.”

“In my defense, you never told me to wait,” you spat. “In fact, it sounded like you wanted me to try it out just so you could call me a fool.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples immediately. “Don’t twist my words. The only one making yourself look like a fool is you.”

“Archons,” you cried out. “All of this could’ve been avoided if you weren’t such a dickhead.”

“And we could’ve had a peaceful time in here if you knew how to shut up.”

“The only way you’re getting me to shut up is if you make me. Otherwise, it’ll be a hot, sunny day in Snezhnaya when I decide to listen to you.”

That was Alhaitham’s final straw. 

“Make you?” he spoke, tall frame slowly moving down towards yours on the ground. The only source of light came from a lone torch beyond the bars that enclosed your cell, and the tiny blue light that glowed from the rune. “Just how can I ‘make you’ shut up?”

You shrugged, taking a moment to note how much closer he was compared to before. 

“Not a clue my dude, not a clue,” you said, mischief lacing your voice. “Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Oh, you know… unless you have a bright idea.” 

You tilted your head to the side, smirking as confliction appeared on his face. His brows have been furrowed for some time now due to your antics, though right now, they looked as if they were slanted out of focus, not fury. The lack of light made it hard to see his eyes clearly, but you swear you caught a glint of desire hidden within them.

He grabbed the back of your head with a solid grip, closing the gap between your faces as his lips took over yours. 

Your eyes shut out of instinct, though his remained half lidded for a few more seconds. He didn’t miss how speedy you were to kiss back, not to mention grab onto his gray locks. You tugged on them, hard. It was just the push he needed to pull your body closer to his, leaving no more space between you two.

Contrary to his cold attitude, his lips were warm, wait— no, he was warm. His body warmed yours, heat rushing to all parts of your body as he moved his hand down from the back of your head to your lower back, holding on tightly when you moved against him. 

Paired with the heat of the moment, the action pulled a small moan from your lips. Alhaitham’s quick thinking allowed him to slide his tongue past your lips at the opening. You didn’t give any pushback, eagerly accepting the wet muscle with a quiet whine. 

Hands flew everywhere— his hair was nothing short of a mess, and you were sure yours wasn’t so neat either. Each time you broke away for air was cut short by Alhaitham, who couldn’t bear a single second without attacking your lips. The only noises that filled the confined room were his grunts and your quiet whimpers, though an occasional moan was thrown into the mix. 

You felt his strong arms move you back, attempting to push your back against the ground for better control. However, his efforts went to waste as you yelped, breaking the kiss to turn around and fiddle with something.

“Oh shit,“ you uttered under your breath. “Look at what you pushed me into.”

He moved away from your body, taking a minute to catch his breath before averting his attention to behind you. What he saw was something be couldn’t believe he forgot about— the rune that got you both stuck in the first place.

As if on cue, it began to blink, followed by thick bars lifting into the ceiling. You laughed loudly, feverish look still apparent on your face from what happened moments prior. 

“You—“ he started, standing up from the cell’s floor in embarrassment. “You are not to speak of this, we are not to bring this up again, got that?” 

Extending a hand out to you, he helped pull you off the ground begrudgingly. You scratch the back of your head sheepishly, looking at anything that wasn’t Alhaitham.

“No promises?” 

He could only scoff at your response, exiting the cell that he so desperately wanted to escape from not so long ago with a frown. Before he could reach the stairwell that led you down here, he turned back to face you. 

“Are you coming?” 

“I— uh…” you stumbled over your words, trying to make sense of everything that just transpired. “Yes! Don’t go without me, you hear?”

He rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

If this ever happens again, you can only hope your “undying” hatred for Alhaitham won’t waver afterwards. Now you have to bicker with an asshole who just so happened to have had his tongue in your mouth… not to mention he might be the best kisser you’ve ever met.

Great.

SCARAMOUCHE (1.3k wc)

The room was tight, stuffy, and so hot. 

Well, maybe the heat you felt was your own body temperature. It’s a natural reaction, you think. Yeah, a very, very natural reaction to being in such close proximity with someone you just so happened to find attractive. 

Pushing your bubbling feelings aside, you acknowledge the situation at hand. 

“This is your fault— all your fault!” 

“My fault? Did you forget who set off the wrong mechanism?” Scaramouche barked, furious eyes narrowing in on you. “Incase you somehow forgot, allow me to refresh that poor little memory of yours— it was you,” he hissed, the faint shadow of a smirk etched across his lips added a venom drip onto his words.

You rolled your eyes with a scoff, one that could most definitely be heard from the outside of the small chamber you found yourself trapped in. Seriously, who in their right mind thought it’d be a good idea to send you and the 6th Harbinger on a mission together? No, scratch that. Who thought it’d be a good idea to send him on a mission with anyone besides his masochistic subordinates?

The Tsarsita, apparently. 

Searching for any sign of an exit, your hand brushed against Scaramouche’s. For once, he landed on the same page as you.

“What do you think you're doing?” he spat, swatting your hand away as if it were a mere little fly.

You backed yourself against the wall defensively. The old bricks only extended a few feet wide; just a mere foot away from the other side, too. Unfortunately, this is physically the closest you’ve ever been to the Inazuman, a fact that made you sick. Archons, did it have to be him? Of all people, why was he the one you were trapped with?

“I’m trying to get us out of here. Y’know, so I don’t have to stare at your wretched face any longer.”

“No one’s forcing you to stare at anything, moron.” Groaning, his head motioned back to hit the wall behind it. “Look! So much dust, so much dirt, and it’s all right in front of you!” he sneered tauntingly. “How about you count every little dust particle your eyes can see while I get us out of here?” 

You hadn’t even realized he’d been drawing closer and closer the longer he spoke. Unintentionally, probably. Still, there was hardly any space to begin with, and now he literally had you cornered. 

That part may be intentional, you think.

“I’d rather count every single split-end from that hair of yours, since the darkness wasn’t kind enough to hide them for you.”

He deadpanned at your rebuttal, “Oh, like that has to do with anything.”

“I’m sure I’ll still be counting even after we get out of here,” you tauntingly whispered, face unconsciously growing closer to his. “If you’d open your mind for a moment… I’d recommend seeing a barber when we return.”

“You little—“ his voice came to an abrupt stop, gleaming eyes sharpening in the dimly lit room as he gritted his teeth. 

“Little what? Go on, don’t cut yourself off now,” you mocked, a grin of michief creeping onto your features. “Am I a little bitch, or a little pest? Oh, maybe you had something more creative in mind? Come on now, don’t keep me wai—“

Before you could finish your sentence— hell, before he could think, his lips lunged at yours, capturing them between his own as he pinned your hands on either side of your head firmly.

Your eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated in shock as you processed what was happening. The Balladeer was kissing you. He went from taunting you… to… kissing you…? And it felt good? You didn’t think you hated it. No, you definitely didn’t hate it. 

Kissing back slowly, you gripped onto the hands that restrained yours for better support. Oddly enough, his hold loosened, opting to intertwine your fingers instead. 

He felt something. Heat, maybe? Yeah, that must be it. It was hot. Obviously his mechanical body wasn’t immune to the dangers of overheating, especially when it’s pressed up against an even warmer body. It wasn’t like anything he felt before— of course he felt himself craving more. 

He broke the kiss briefly to hoist you upwards, moving his hands down to signal you to jump. Without thinking, you wrapped your legs around his slim frame instinctively. His hands that went from yours, to beneath your knees, now kept a firm grip on the plush of your thighs as the kiss deepened.

Small snippets of air was all you needed to keep going, something Scaramouche didn’t understand. Every time you pulled away for a gasp of air, his brows furrowed in judgment. Humans, he thinks to himself. Not even lust can cloud their senses. The string of saliva was all that connected your bodies. That is— if you didn’t count your hold around his neck or his now wandering hands. 

As he dove back in to resume, you felt yourself pushed against the wall— harder, somehow. The force had you groan, now feeling just how dirty the small room was. Scaramouche couldn’t give a shit, of course. Instead, he thought now was the perfect moment to trail his lips down to your neck. 

Your head lolled back, allowing him all the access he needed. He nipped and nipped— creating a pattern between sucking, biting, and kissing. Honestly, you were too dazed to care if he left a mark at this point. You let your thighs tremble in his hold, aching from both the thrill and the need. Letting your head rest against the wall entirely, you—

Bump!

Both yours and Scaramouche’s eyes widened, only to close tightly at the sudden light. He turned away from you, squinting at the brightness that came in the other direction. “What the…”

Oh, the door lifted.

“How did it—“

The Balladeer’s hands dropped from your body, retreating to his sides. You still kept a hold on him— limbs not showing any sign of letting him move freely, but you were just as perplexed as him. 

“Let go.”

“If you drop me and I break something, you better pay for—“

He rolled his eyes, forcing your legs off of him and sliding down to escape your grip around his neck. You fell, hard. Grumbling to yourself, you stood back up on your own two feet with annoyance. 

Freedom was just a foot away, yet neither of you moved an inch. Scaramouche’s eyes darted from you, to the wall behind you, catching the key to the chamber’s doors. 

Of course.

He pressed his hand against the loose brick. “Your head was right here, correct?”

“I’m pretty sure… yeah?” you answered, turning around to examine his actions. 

He slapped his forehead in agitation, laughing to himself. You were starting to catch on now, understanding what caused your escape route. 

“I can’t believe it,” he breathed, chuckling. “You were so needy, your big head somehow pushed the brick that opened the doors.” 

For once, you ignored his insult. “Then— can we get out of here before it closes again?”

His eyes darkened, returning to his menacing aura. You gulped, feeling less cocky after the predicament you found yourself in a minute prior. He pointed his index finger at you— as if he were about to order you around like one of his subordinates.

“Only if you agree to never speak of this to anyone, you got that?”

You nodded slowly, itching to get out of here and complete this mission in another few hours. “Okay… okay.”

“Good,” he started, turning his back to you. “We can finish this later, but that’ll be it.”

That was, in fact, not the last time such an encounter occurred between you both. But hey, there’s a thin line between hate and love, right? 

Surely it wouldn’t be a problem to dance on that line a little longer…

WRIOTHESLEY (2.3k wc)

How in Teyvat does the very Duke of the Fortress of Meropide forget his keys? Better yet, how did the lock on the outside of the cell click on its own?

“This place is haunted, it’s gotta be,” you wailed, dramatically flopping yourself down on the cell’s stiff mattress. “Hey, Great ol’ Duke, I’ve got an idea for you.”

The hands that were previously fiddling with the lock on the other side of the cell came to a halt. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before darting his eyes in your direction. 

“Oh, sure. Please, tell me, what are you scheming this time?” 

“Me? Scheming? Just how little do you think of me?”

He huffed, giving his attention back to the matter at hand: getting out of this cell and far, far away from you.

“I don’t think anything of you, but I do know,” he grumbled, cursing himself for never gluing the keys to his hand. “And what I know is that you should’ve been out of here the moment your sentence ended. But instead, you thought it’d be fun to stick around and climb the ranks amongst the gardes here.”

“With ease, if you don’t mind adding that bit on.”

“I do, actually.”

“Whatever,” you whisper to yourself, staring up at the ceiling that reached so high above. By now it was a view you were sick of, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

All you wanted to do was give Wriothesley his daily dose of torment. Instead, you wound up following him into an old cell, one that he meant to clean up before the door slammed shut, effectively locking the two of you back up. Both yours and his blood ran cold at the realization: you were trapped— together.

“This might be the worst day of my life,” he said, stone-faced. 

“You and me both, Duke.”

He slid down the wall next to the cell door, legs spread out as his head hung low in defeat. “We’re gonna be here for a while before someone gets us outta here.”

“And the thinker of the year award goes to… Wriothesley! Congrats, you figured out the obvious,” you cheered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “I’ll get you a medal sometime soon, don’t worry.”

“Aren’t you a thoughtful one,” he deadpanned, sick to his stomach from your presence alone. 

“Aren’t I?” you mused. 

He let out a deep sigh, wishing he had someone else to keep him company right now. Sigwinnie would be his top pick, with the Traveler coming as a close second. But you? Yeah, you weren’t even last on the list of people he’d pick; not a trace of your name could even be found on it.

The goal was to tidy up some old cells, maybe a few of the bathrooms too if he was feeling up to it. Unfortunately, nothing comes according to plan for Wriothesley when you're in a three mile radius. You’ve made it your life’s goal to annoy him to bits— torture him to bits, as he thinks of it. So when he saw you making your way down the same hall as him, he tried to make a beeline out of your sight.

Key word: tried.

He tried, and failed miserably.

He pats his pockets down once again, making sure he didn’t miss his keys the last four times he checked. To no avail, there was nothing. Awesome— great, he thinks. This might be the worst mistake of his life.

“You do realize…” he began, standing back up to peer outside the strong bars. “If you hadn’t followed me around like some annoying pest— which you are, by the way— there might’ve been someone on the other side of these bars to alert someone sooner.”

You laughed at the seriousness in his voice. “You must be really deluded to think that I’d ever bother helping you out in any shape, way, or form.”

“That’d be a charge,” he informed, as if he knew every little detail in Fontaine’s code of law. “Reckless endangerment, that’s what they call it.”

“Yeah, they call it reckless endangerment. I like to call it minding my own business.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms from across the room. “It’s a miracle you’ve yet to face another trial.”

“I’m wounded,” you cried out, sitting up from the hard mattress. “To believe you’d think I’d ever commit another crime… I feel my heart breaking already.” 

The poor performance you put on was entertaining, he’d give you that much. As much as he disliked you, even he couldn’t deny the intriguing aura you carried. Would he admit it out loud? Absolutely not. But thinking of a foe’s positive trait couldn’t hurt, right? 

Maybe a little…

Staring off into nothing, you missed the moment Wriothesley treaded closer to you. Snapping out of your daze, your eyes shot up at his, shifting from a gaze to a glare in a millisecond. 

“Visiting hours are closed, come back another time— but keep in mind they’ll still be closed.” 

“Not visiting, just trying to take a seat that isn’t on a filthy floor,” he corrected, gesturing to move from the middle of the bed to the end.

“You sure you don’t need a check up from Sigwinnie?” you laughed dryly, finding humor in his train of thought. “Seriously, what makes you think I’m sharing a bed with you?”

“Don’t make it sound like that—“

“Like what?” you cut off, grinning to no one but yourself. “Like we’re sharing a bed all night? Like we’re gonna snuggle up next to each other because we’re so deprived of warmth? Oh, maybe you’re thinking it’ll end up with us—“

He lets you ramble, ignoring each word that slips from your lips; allowing his brain to replace the sound of your voice with the sound of a fly that’s been buzzing in his office all day. No longer caring about close proximity, he plopped himself down on the bed with a soft grunt. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you sneered, shoving his annoyingly muscular frame away from you. 

“Laying down,” he said, letting his arms spread out across the bed— one of which landing behind you. “I might as well get comfortable for the time being.”

You glared down at him, feeling your eye twitch at his antics. “Well now I’m not comfortable thanks to you. I’m sure the floor would be far more welcoming, don’t you agree?” 

“I only agree with the voice in my head, wanna guess what he’s saying?” He stared blankly at the ceiling above as he spoke, starting to feel exhaustion cloud over his mind.

“Not really.”

“Too bad, I’m telling you anyway.” Moving the hand behind your figure, he pointed at his head. “He’s telling me you should shut up before I’m forced to do something about it.” 

You laughed meekly, “Well, isn’t he just a little comedian in the making.” 

“There you go. See, it wasn’t that hard, was it? I knew you were capable of saying something with an ounce of truth.”

“That was sarcasm, Duke.”

“Doesn’t change the fact you said it, so…” He sat up slowly, now plastered to your side as he stared daggers into you. “I don’t care.”

You shifted in your spot, goosebumps crawling up your skin at the room’s sudden change of mood. As much as you hated the man (for no apparent reason other than conflicting personalities, if you may add), it didn’t make you blind to his looks— body— his charm. 

Those factors only fuel your hatred, actually. 

Over the years, spoiling Wriothesley’s day has become a part of your daily routine. Every day you woke up with the same recurring thought: ‘What’ll piss him off today?’ and ‘How will he respond today?’ 

Whenever you don’t run into him, you can’t help but feel disappointed. "Maybe tomorrow,” you’d say to yourself at day’s end, thinking of all the ways you can get on his nerves later. 

You hated him so, so much. You only hated him more when he wasn’t a part of your day. 

“Getting a little close there, arentcha?” 

“You’ve yet to push me away, too,” he noted. 

You stared into your lap with an unreadable expression. “Don’t get the wrong idea or anything, you’re just a good— decent substitute for a heater.” 

He hummed, going silent for a minute or so. For once, it felt… peaceful between you two. If peaceful was even the right word, which you and him both doubted. 

Tense might be a better way to describe the atmosphere. 

“If you’d prefer a better heater…” he started, voice trailing off as he furrowed his brows at his thoughts. “I can improve myself, if you don’t mind.”

If you don’t mind? You were taken aback in confusion, unsure of what he was implying. “What are you talking about? How… how would that even work?”

His lips press into a thin line for a second, a second that you regretfully missed. When you do look at him, he’s no longer glaring at you— just staring. It was hard to make out the emotions written across his face. Unsure? Confident? Both, somehow?

He took a deep breath. “Like this,” he said before diving in.

Grayish-blue eyes shut tightly as his lips locked onto yours. Your lips parted farther in shock, giving his tongue access almost immediately. This isn’t an opportunity anyone can come by quite easily with Wriothesley— or you for that matter. Wanting those bragging rights more so than he himself, you indulged in his feverish kiss while you could.

But oh— he was right. It was so much warmer now, no longer feeling the chills you felt earlier. You hated when he was right, despised it, even. The strong feelings only escalated the kiss further, and Archons… not once did you think Wriothesley of all people would be able to turn you to mush so easily. 

Your lungs burned for oxygen, as did his. You both pulled away for a moment, staring into each other’s clouded eyes without a thought.

“I don’t mind,” you responded to his question from before. “Well— as long as you don’t mind.”

He opened his mouth to speak, only to get cut off by you pouncing on him. You were no longer at each other’s sides, turning at an awkward angle to indulge in one another. Now, you had him pinned down to the old, bare mattress, moving your lips against his with far more rhythm than before.

Kissing back, he managed to motion his wrists out of your grip, leaving you to stutter over your movements before settling your hands on either side of his chest, still straddling him. As for him, his hands didn’t hesitate to hold onto your hips. 

In all fairness, this is a pretty effective way to get each other to shut up. It kept your mouths busy, not to mention it was hot, something you never thought you’d hear yourself think regarding Wriothesley.

Your hands moved to his bi-colored locks, tugging on the gray and black strands to keep yourself grounded as his hands explored your body. You hate that you’re enjoying this as much as you are. It’d be a different story if this were anyone else— then you’d bask in the pleasure without complaint. But this is the man you swore you wanted dead for years…

Much to your dismay, that thought only added more thrill to the situation. 

The kiss was wet— messy. Every break for air was spent uncovering every little detail on his face. He has nice eyelashes, you think. His eyes also look really fucking pretty when they’re half-lidded like this. Going back in, you felt a soft squeeze on your ass, which was soon followed by Wriothesley breaking the kiss.

You looked down at him with a curious gaze, brow lifted in both annoyance and wonder. Before you could ask what’s wrong, he pushed you off him in one swift motion.

Yelping in surprise, you sharpened your glare. “The hell was that for? If you wanted to stop, you coulda just said that!” 

“Check your pocket.” he demanded, now standing up with his arms crossed over his chest.

“My pocket?” You stared at him in disbelief, a flurry of emotions sworming your brain. 

He didn’t reply, only staring you down harder than before. With no other option, you dug your hand into your back pocket, eyes widening the second you felt metal.

Right… that’s how you got into this mess in the first place.

Chuckling awkwardly, you revealed the ring of keys to Wriothesley, holding them up besides your face in embarrassment.

He didn’t move, only glaring at you even more now that you’ve been caught.

“So…” your voice dragged out, eyes trailing down to the floor. “I may or may not have stolen these from you when you weren’t looking. Y’know, before we got stuck in here. And… I may or may not have… uh, forgot? Yeah, I forgot I had these.”

You stood from the bed shamefully, planting the keys in his hand without a glance. He stood still for a moment, too baffled at the absurdity of the past— what was it? Hour? 30 minutes? 

He cleared his throat. “I think it goes without saying that I’m getting back at you for this. Later, that is.”

You nodded your head, mentally noting to avoid him at all costs for the remainder of the week— no matter how much it conflicts with your usual routine. The keys jingled from across the room, where Wriothesley was now finally unlocking the cell door.

“I’ll be on my way,” you chirped, attitude doing a complete 180. 

Before you could exit the run-down cell, someone gripped the back of your shirt.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re coming with me.”

You gulped, blood draining from your face at his words. “Oh, am I now?” you mocked quietly, not a bit of confidence to be heard in your voice for once.

“We need to pick up where we left off, don’t we? I can throw my pay back in, too.”

At least you and him have an… ethical… way of shutting each other up now…

© fyodoro 2024. i do not permit plagiarism, translations, or reposts of my work on any platform.

[gallusrostromegalus]

TPOFATGIF question: which characters have a fursona and what is it? Do they realize/admit it's a fursona? For the ones that don't, what animal would they pick if they were forced to make one (like the time some guy talked shit to SonicFox, fighting game expert and furry, got trounced, and had to 'become a furry' for losing the bet)?

For the purposes of this ask, I'm using "Fursona" to mean "mental version of themselves that is an animal, regardless of taxonomy" as opposed to getting into the nuances of scale, etc.

Has a Fursona, knows what a Fursona is: Tristan (Doberman), Serenity (Questing Beast) Bakura (Bunny), Pegasus (it's a Pegasus), Odion (Cobra)

Does not have a Fursona, knows what a Fursona is: Yugi (has ttrpg characters), Tea (fairysona), Mokuba (hasn't quite hit that phase of puberty yet)

Has a Fursona, does NOT know what a Fursona is: Joey (golden retriever , oblivious), Marik (Lion, oblivious), Solomon (Bull, got involved in IRL crime and horny activities, missed the rise of Furdom)

Does not have a Fursona, does Not know what a Fursona is: Duke (went directly from a warzone to capitalism, missed some stuff), Ishizu (went directly from a cult to academic fraud, missed some stuff)

Has something adjacent to a Fursona but much, much weirder going on: Seto (Kaibaman), Atem (is an avatar of Horus), The Shadis (they're furniture)

[twisted-of-the-day]

I really hope that the Easter toon is a egg not a bunny it'd be so cute

Yeah if I had to guess, there’s going to be a bunny, an egg, and maybe a chick. Those are like the big three of Easter symbolism. Well that and Jesus ig.

If we are going to get another main character, it’s going to be one who’s Easter Bunny adjacent. After all Bobette was one, and she’s basically Santa.

That’s it those are my guesses

[heroesrest64]

Character Sheets

(more to be added later)

Sky

The local carpenter, a sleepy young man who completes his jobs… eventually. You can often find him napping just about anywhere, even on his feet! A romantic at heart, you won’t regret getting to know this loveable young man.

Birthday: Spring 10

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Whips, Claws

Style: Combo Connoisseur (Often starts combo chains while fighting)

Favorite Items: Wood, Pumpkin Soup (“Reminds me of home”), Feathers

Least Favorite Items: Poultry (“Why would you think I would like this?”), weeds, Spicy food

Four

The local blacksmith who always seems to be everywhere at once. He has a special penchant for weapons, and is happy to assist you in making whatever you need.

Birthday: Fall 21

Family: Smith (Grandpa)

Weapons: Broadswords, Magic Wands, War Hammers and Bow and Arrows

Style: Well-Rounded (Performs well no matter where you put him in the lineup)

Favorite Items: Metal Ores, Magic Stones, Four Leafed Clovers (“They’re good luck!), Coffee

Least Favorite Items: ocean forageables, trash, deserts (“Too sweet for my taste.”)

Time

this man runs the other farm in town alongside Twilight, mostly focused on cultivating crops and the like. He’s experienced (Read: Old) so if you need any tips or tricks, he’s the guy that you want to talk to.

Birthday: Summer 4

Family: None

Weapons: Longswords, Claws, War Hammers

Style: Heavy Hitter (He’s a bit slower but his attacks hit that much harder)

Favorite Items: Any Vegetable, Lon Lon Milk (“Better than any alcohol”), Elderflower

Least Favorite Items: Bitter recipes, soggy newspaper (“What am I supposed to do with this?”) moon dust (“…”)

Wind

An aspiring fisherman who makes deliveries from Lurelin Village and who can even ferry you down there. He’s a very nice young man, inquisitive, and always ready to lend a helping hand.

Birthday: Summer 19

Family: Aryll (Sister), ‘Granny’ (Grandma)

Weapons: Longswords, War Hammers, Clubs

Style: Sleight (Because of his smaller size, he can sneak attack enemies easier, and can even nick some of their items if he’s lucky)

Favorite Items: Elixir Soup (“You could never make it like my Grandma, but this is pretty close.”), Ocean Forageables, Fish

Least Favorite Items: Spicy foods, vegetables (“What’s a sailors least favorite vegetable? Leeks!”), egg shells (“Are you trying to curse me?”)

NON ROMANCEABLE

Legend

The curator of the local museum. He claims all of his attractions were stolen by a man in a bunny hood. A little standoffish at first, but knowledgeable beyond his years.

Birthday: Spring 25

Family: Fable (Sister)

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Veteran (Capable of wielding all weapons with high dexterity)

Favorite Items: Hibiscus(“Reminds me of somebody… Thank you.”), artifacts, apples

Least Favorite Items: rabbits foot (“Where did you get this? It’s disgusting.”), Mermaid Scale, Goddess Statue Figurine (“I swear it’s like she’s looking at me…”)

Hyrule

The town's healer. He’s a little sassy at times, but is always very helpful and never gives up. Unfortunately, his cooking leaves a lot to be desired…

Birthday: Fall 8

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, boomerang, magic wands

Style: Magic and Mayhem (Has innate magical abilities that don’t need a conduit to activate.)

Favorite Items: deserts, herbs, Honey (“I’d say it’s for tea, but I might just eat it like this…”)

Least Favorite Items: Fairy Wings (“That’s sickening.”), bitter foods, Trash

Twilight

Runs the other farm in town alongside Time, focused on raising the animals there. He’s strong and fiercely loyal to his loved ones. He’s best friends with the town chef, so you can often find him hanging around the local tavern.

Birthday: Winter 7

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, Ball and Chain, Claws

Style: Wolf Hunter (Attacks animal-adjacent monsters with more ferocity)

Favorite Items: Pumpkin Soup, Goat-related products, Onyx (“I hear these can make openings to dark worlds. Probably just superstition, but it’s a fun thought.”)

Least Favorite Items: Bitter foods, Perfumes (“The smell is too strong.”), Wolfsbane

Warriors

The village's main protector, previously a knight of Hyrule who retired after the Great War. He’s known to be a bit of a womanizer, but he isn’t known to go out with people since coming to Hateno. What could be the source of these unfounded rumors?

Birthday: Winter 26

Family: Linkle (Sister[?])

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Leader (Often at the front of the party, dealing decisive blows and commanding the rest of the party)

Favorite Items: Spicy foods, Armor Polish (“So shiny I can see myself!”), Any armor/ weapon (“I can add this to my collection.”)

Least Favorite Items: Trash, monster guts, Crystal Ball (“You had this? …You weren’t watching people through it, right?”)

Wild

An amnesiac man who somehow made his way to Hateno and decided to open a tavern. Despite his memory loss, he’s a natural in the kitchen, and even the stranger sounding recipes turn out excellent.

Birthday: unknown, presumed Fall 13

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Bow and Arrows, Spears

Style: Wild (Often unpredictable in his attacks, either unleashing impossible combos or falling flat on his face)

Favorite Items: Edible forageables, Silent Princess (“It’s familiar, somehow”), Hearty Soup

Least Favorite Items: Wolf Pelt (“That's not funny.”) [Cant think of anything else rn]

Universal Loves: Goddess Plume, Master Sword, Hylian Shield

Exceptions

Legend- Goddess Plume (“More burdens to bear.”)

Universal Hates: Hyrule’s Cooking, Failed Dishes

Exceptions

Wild- Hyrule’s cooking/ Failed Dishes (“It’s okay to fail, as long as you don’t give up.”)

Legend- Hyrule’s Cooking (“Hyrule made this?… Do you think he’d be mad if I displayed it under ‘worlds most deadliest poison’?”)

[glasseels]

headcanons about henry’s queerness based on how I interpret his character:

henry winter is the type of guy to have jerked off to saint sebastian when he was going through puberty like yukio mishima did and not ascribe any deeper meaning to the fact that he’s a man because he’s really pretentious so what’s hot about it is“the artistry of it”

and he never actually does anything with a guy until he goes to college and gets more interested in greek and he’s weirdly attracted to julian but that takes a while to develop into anything. so meanwhile he’s getting more interested in the sex lives of ancient greek men (in the way an anthropologist does) so he decides to drive off to a gay bar somewhere without telling anyone and fucks a stranger in a way that is genuinely (and kind of disturbingly) research adjacent

but when he gets back to his dorm afterwards and he’s warmly greeted by bunny innocently asking where he’d gone, he makes up a lie like it’s nothing and bunny buys it (obviously). but instead of worrying about hiding it, henry, the freak that he is, gets some sort of sick satisfaction out of the fact that his roommate (the most homophobic guy alive) doesn’t know that the guy he’s closest to fucks dudes

yeah

extra thoughts on henry’s sexuality/love life:

- he wasn’t especially into francis or charles but he liked getting with them at the bacchanal because what was hot about it was the ritual of it all (and the fact they were all high)

- on that note, that was the only time he ever did anything with either of them (did not partake in passing francis around like a blunt)

- he was genuinely in love with camilla (and bunny too in a strange way he never completely unpacked)

- he was in love with julian too but the way he reacted to everything broke his heart so his feelings for him turned into a calm sort of resentment that he wanted to run away from

- richard was in love with henry in his own weird repressed way but henry’s feelings for richard were a lot more casual

[docgold13]

The Folks behind the Toons

Chuck Jones

Charles Martin ‘Chuck’ Jones was born on September 21, 1912, in Spokane, Washington.  He and his family moved to Los Angeles when Jones was a newborn.  His father was an often unsuccessful businessman who would start every new business venture by purchasing new stationery and new pencils with the company name on them. When the business invariably failed, his father would turn the huge stacks of useless stationery and pencils over to his children, requiring them to use up all the material as fast as possible. The children drew frequently, owing to the abundance of high-quality paper and pencils.  Chuck and his three siblings would each go on to have careers in the field of the arts.  

After graduating from Chouinard Art Institute in the early 1930s, Jones joined Leon Schlesinger Productions, the independent studio that produced Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies for Warner Bros. He was eventually promoted to animator and assigned to work with a new Schlesinger director, Tex Avery. There was no room for the new Avery unit in Schlesinger's small studio, so Avery, Jones, and a few other animators were moved into a small adjacent building they dubbed ‘Termite Terrace.’

Jones initially struggled in with his directorial style in his formative years.  He created a number of well regarded shorts such as ‘The Draft Horse’ and ‘The Dover Boys,’ yet Schlesinger and the studios heads remained dissatisfied with his work and Jones might have beeb fired had it not been for the labor shortage resulting from America’s involvement in World War II.

Still seeking out his signature style, Jones began working closely with Theodor Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, to create the Private Snafu series of Army educational cartoons.

Jones later collaborated with Seuss on animated adaptations of Seuss' books, including How the Grinch Stole Christmas! He additionally directed UPA's short subject Hell-Bent for Election, a propaganda campaign film for Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Jones hit his stride in the mid 1940’s.  Working for Warner Brothers’ Animation, Jones churned out terrific shorts that introduced such characters as an updated Bugs Bunny, as well as Marvin the Martian, Pepé Le Pew, Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. 

Two Warner Brothers cartoons that Jones directed, ‘For Scent-imental Reasons’ and ‘So Much for So Little,’ won Academy Awards for Best Animated Short Film.  Jones won a third such award for the 1966 short ‘The Dot and the Line.’

Although it did not win an award, Jones’ 1957 Bugs Bunny cartoon ‘What's Opera, Doc?’ is considered one of the greatest cartoon shorts of all time.  This short and its quasi-sequel, ‘The Rabbit of Seville,’ nicely encapsulate the directorial style that Jones had so fervently strived for.  A combination of zany antics with smart humor, lavishly illustrated backdrops and fluid motion of the characters and highly detailed facial expressions.  

Jones remained at Warner Bros. throughout the 1950s, stepping away briefly to assist  Ward Kimball at Disney in completing the 1959 theatrical feature, Sleeping Beauty.  In 1963, Jones began working at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer where he put in charge of creating new Tom and Jerry content.  A significant contribution Jones made to Tom and Jerry was completely writing-out the racially offensive character of Mommy Two-Shoes.  

In 1964 Jones teamed back up with his friend Theodor Geisel to produce and direct an animated version of How the Grinch Stole Christmas! staring the voice of film legend Bris Karloff.  Jones continued to work on other TV specials such as Horton Hears a Who! as well as a feature film adaptation of The Phantom Tollbooth.  

In 1970 Jones branched off and started his own studio, Chuck Jones Enterprises, which produced TV adaptations of short stories from Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book: Mowgli's Brothers, The White Seal and Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.  

Jones married Dorothy Webster in 1935.  The couple had one child together and Dorothy passed away in 1978.  Jones’ working output declined significantly following the death of his wife.  He largely stepped away from animation and worked on paintings along with establishing the non-profit Chuck Jones Center for Creativity, in Costa Mesa, California, an art education ‘gymnasium for the brain’ dedicated to teaching creative skills, primarily to children and seniors.  Jones died of congestive heart failure in February of 2002, at his home in Corona del Mar, Newport Beach at the age of 89.

[priyajoyy]

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[darkzonediaries]

[littlest-bugz]

intro post

welcome to my blog!!!

My name is BUGZ! I'm a bodily 22 y/o multiply disabled, queer DID system! My pronouns are they/he, and I prefer masculine or neutral terms :]

This blog serves as my main hub for everything I like and do- art, memes, fandom stuff and more! This blog is really a collection of a bunch of random posts, and for that reason, it's really cluttered! I also will post about DID and CDD adjacent posts!!!

get to know me more below the cut!

[byf also below cut]

before you follow. . .

Our account may not be fully SFW, but we never reblog or post pornographic material! I have a bad swearing problem, struggle with """adult""" issues [such as addiction], and due to my trauma, I have a hard time telling what is socially acceptable in regards for entirely being SFW. It's something I'm working on actively! The most explicit posts you will see are likely surrounding drugs and addiction. I prefer minors do not follow me, but liking and reblogging is okay!

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Following that; I block very liberally! This is the reason I removed my DNI, actually. If I notice you're partaking in spreading misinfo, bigotry, spam me, or anything I just don't like, you go straight to the block chamber! I curate my space for me! Not to mention my old DNI didn't work entirely anyways.

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As I stated before, I'm a DID system! I state this pretty openly due to the fact it affects every aspect of my daily life- even my posting! PLUS I talk about my system a decent amount. On top of that, I also have OCD, Autism and ADHD! A total mouthful, but you'll see posts centered around these experiences! I also have a physical disability, and I complain about it often.

You can find our frequent fronters on pronouns.cc !! [link]

In terms of my queer Identity. . . We collectively identify as transmasc, bigender, panalterous, omni oriented aroaceflux, and ambiamorous! This is an agreed upon identity the entirety of The Crew and Co. and is essentially for the body itself! Most of the time, I just say I’m queer! Names, pronouns, genders and sexualities all vary from alter to alter individually.

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i have sideblogs!

Wow, I never had thought I would have more than one blog, but I DO. AND IT'S MORE THAN JUST TWO..... Here they are!! :

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[kingofanemptyworld]

and last (but certainly not least) of the current batch! Tsubaki!

Tsubaki’s Team:

Lopunny (Partner Pokemon)

Hatterene

Sylveon

Tinkaton

Aromatisse

Applin (gifted)

Fairy-type trainer extraordinaire, Tsubaki, enters the scene! It didn’t take long to decide on a type for Tsubaki to main tbh (like Hiiragi is dragon, hands down, and Ume grass), and I’m only a little disappointed that Lopunny’s the outlier here, because as much as I love Hatterene and think it suits Tsubaki, it wasn’t going to beat out Lopunny. This bunny is out there kicking the crap out of opponents and Tsubaki couldn’t be prouder.

Slightly adjacent topic, but I use he/him for Tsubaki because those are his canon pronouns that he uses himself. However! Trans!Tsubaki, or any non-cis iteration thereof, is also cool, so I absolutely had to give him the Trans Icon Sylveon. Happily, Hatterene’s color scheme is similar, so they’re both excellent additions to his team. As for Tinkaton… I didn’t know this pokemon existed until I pulled up a list of fairy types and saw it towards the bottom. I fell in love, instantly, and I firmly believe Tsubaki did as well. I love tiny characters with huge-ass hammers/axes/various melee weapons (Kikoru from Kn8 my beloved), my fate was sealed the moment I saw this. Aromatisse goes along with Tsubaki’s love of pretty things, in the form of being a walking perfume dispenser (and an excellent way for Tsubaki to run off assholes without having to lift a finger). In my heart Aromatisse is free of its pokeball most of the time and spends an ungodly amount of hours coming up with new scents for Tsubaki’s approval, good and bad. Tsubaki’s favorite is also coincidentally the one Umemiya liked enough to comment on it, so Aromatisse makes sure to spritz Tsubaki whenever it knows its trainer is going to meet up with Ume.

Applin is, of course, a gift from Umemiya, which he gave to Tsubaki the day he decided to take a break from his champion duties. Tsubaki had the same idea, so they’re matchy-matchy (and in love shhhhhh).

Fun fact! Tsubaki was originally a contest participant and holds three Regional Contest Champion Titles. Someone more fashion-conscious than me can imagine all the glorious costumes he wore on his contest runs. He still keeps an eye on the scene despite not having much time to participate these days and he’s particularly keen on up-and-comer Suo!

[aizawas-dryeye]

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(** = NSFW ^^ = DARK CONTENT)

honey don’t feed me i will come back (astarion)**

tags: smut, reader has a vagina but no pronouns, dom!astarion, blood drinking, biting, penetrative sex, dirty talk, name calling (dear, darling, love, pet, sweet)

summary: astarion invites (begs) you to come to his tent for a little fun

untitled (astarion)**

tags: ascended!astarion, mean!astarion, yandere!astarion, gn!reader, vampire!reader, biting, blood drinking, ANGST BITCH LIKE WOW, unrequited love, smut, name calling (love, whelp, darling, bitch), degradation

summary: your fate is simple: to be utterly possessed, controlled, and used by your reborn lover

eden (halsin)**

tags: gn!reader, mating season, abo adjacent, ruts, knotting, vague description of genitals, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, so much cum, size difference, halsin big, possessiveness, breeding

summary: losing your virginity to halsin

break me, bite me (toji fushiguro)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, noncon/rape, knotting, lowkey hunting, blood, bunny!reader, wolf!toji, he hits u like once, size kink, dirty talk

summary: being lost in the woods is dangerous business, especially for such a tiny bunny. let the hunt begin

nursing on a poison (leon kennedy)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, vendetta!leon, erectile dysfunction, lowkey mediocre sex, riding, masturbation (p and v), pls he is so annoying and awful, toxic!leon, he thinks about smacking you, hair pulling, sadism, alcoholism

summary: whiskey dick is a real thing and leon is proof, annoyingly so

mirror mirror (shouta aizawa)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, fingering, dirty talk, mirrors, pet names (baby, honey) teasing, no sex

summary: you made the mistake of insulting yourself in front of your boyfriend

lipstick lullaby (gojo satoru)**

tags: f!reader, sub!gojo, sleepy sex, slight somnophilia but not really, desperate bby gojo, "just the tip", unprotected sex, pet names (baby, babe, good girl), m mommy kink

summary: gojo is spoiled beyond words, but you’re to blame. you just can’t say no to your baby

glint (leon kennedy)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, noncon/rape, mentions of child abuse, good ol catholic guilt (i was raised baptist so please be patient lmao), he covers ur head with a pillow, crying

summary: pt 2 of shiny

stuck on a little hot mess (nanami kento)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns, drinking, cheating, nanami is married with kids lmao, could be considered dubcon bc hes ur boss and also alcohol, age gap, blowjob, he calls u kid, GUILT, reader is a bitch, he fucks u in the guest bedroom

summary: nanami swears you were sent by the devil himself

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• resident evil (pretty much only leon oof)

• jujutsu kaisen

• baldurs gate 3

• haikyuu

• my hero academia

• attack on titan

• marvel

• supernatural

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[spiralinghours]

“Personal Assistant” Pt 10

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman x fem/afab reader

Rating: R (18+)

Tags/Warnings: Oral (vaginal); Cum eating; Feeding kink/Fat fetishism; Predator x prey vibes; Cannibalism roleplay (kinda mildly vore-adjacent too? I guess?); Animal name calling (bear, bunny, pig, etc.); Teasing; Biting; Degradation kink (kinda mild?); Power imbalance play (mild?); Brattiness; Boss x secretary dynamic (inappropriate but consensual!)

Summary: Hoffman stays the night and digs deeper into his assistant’s weird fantasies. Sort of accidentally.

Author’s Notes: YEAH DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE THIS SO SOON BUT MY MUTUAL KEEPS THE INSPIRATION GOING. THANK YOU FRIEND. Also, sorry if this seems VERY WEIRD. Like, you’ve been warned, just turn away if it’s too much. I’m outing myself for a lot of things here lol

The night had been restless, and you couldn’t really tell if it was the hard to kill adrenaline from the romp in the car, or the dour anticipation of having to go to work tomorrow morning, bland and devoid of any excitement. Not unless you could find another way to torture Mister Lieutenant Detective Big Boss for the sake of amusement.

But apparently he couldn’t sleep either. His large figure lurched under the covers until he was propped more upright on your silk-pink pillows, eyeing the wall. “I’m gonna get something to eat, if you don’t mind,” he announced, not even bothering to ask if he could peruse the fridge and pantry. The man had been making himself awfully comfortable, in multiple ways. You didn’t actually mind too much, unexpected as it had become, but you didn’t want to wholly admit that either. A little friction kept things interesting.

“You’re like one of those wild boars or whatever it is, always hungry and eating whatever gets in its way. Surprised you haven’t tried eating me yet.”

Hoffman tilted his head with intention, a languid, wicked smirk already on the edges of his mouth. “I need a lot of fuel, look at me. Anyways, you keep saying things like that… Makes me think you want me to eat you.”

You felt your eyes bug.

“Is that what it is, baby? You wanna be a little bunny getting hunted and eaten up? You really are such a fucked up little pervert.” He reached over to press his thumb to the soft spot of your chin, as he often did when he read you raw or had something smart to say.

The words stung, and you wanted him to say more, make you prickle with that mixture of degradation and anticipation that swam and circled in the foulest part of you.

“Ohhhhh touched a nerve,” he hummed, both of you noting the decent pause you had taken. He had you, frozen, cornered.

Pressing to collect yourself, you inched closer, resting your chin on his shoulder with a feline grin. “Oh no, don’t eat me, you’d get so fattttt,” your voice dripped and rolled the way you felt your eyes do at the same time, under closed lids.

“Mmmm, yeah, I’m sure you’d just hate that.” Hoffman’s deep chuckle felt so cutting, revealing you bare, the way he liked to see you—the way you, deep down, liked to feel. He grabbed your hand and slid it to the crest of his gut, right where it rose before his built and padded chest. “That’s all the pasta and desserts you been bringing me right there, baby. Can’t imagine being any bigger, can you?” He had the gall to wink, a strange little punctuation that went right to your pussy. What a smug bastard.

“Don’t patronize and tease me like that,” you huffed, only partially perturbed, most of it for show.

“I’m not trying to patronize you, pretty thing, I’m trying to eat you, remember?” He rearranged his position and lunged for your neck, attacking you with small nibbles and eliciting a hoarse squeak.

“Hoffy!” your voice strained, squirming at the tickling sensation and the way you could feel his velvety chuckle reverberate from his chest.

“So sweet, you must be all sugar,” he purred, pulling saliva-plump lips off your neck momentarily. “Think of the damage that would do to my waistline.”

You twisted and burned, every follicle feeling rigid and electric by how deeply this was arousing you with your own disgustingly odd fantasies. The mindless, inarticulate caveman part of you wanted more talk like that—MORE—just reiterating how true it was that you wanted to indulge him, make him bigger, test some limits… It didn’t matter how you fattened him up, even if it meant getting devoured yourself.

Why was that making you throb? Oh god…

“If you did have to hunt me down,” you fought through little gasps as he went in for more skin, “I doubt you’d be able to catch me. You’re not fast.”

“But I’ve already got you, pretty little thing. The big bear’s got you trapped. And he’s so hungry…” He dragged his words out, tone registering deep and dark, raking across your skin.

On paper, the words—the whole idea evolving into role play—seemed corny. Hoffman, in general, was a little corny, especially if it meant flustering you. And that was exactly why it all worked: somehow he could take your secrets and shame, use them “against” you, and dial up the heat until you had to give in.

Hoffman flung the main comforter off of you, exposing your bareness from the waist down and his undershirt that you had draped yourself in. Immediately, you were pounced on, Hoffman face-down between your thighs, lush lips prying at your entrance and the point that ended at your clit. He had such a big mouth—not even just figuratively—that he so easily enveloped your folds and your cherry into one satisfied suck, lips slick, becoming fuller and rosy.

You arched into him automatically, trying to tighten around his tongue—clenching, pulsing, aching, doing all those stupid things poorly written into fanfics you had frequented. But it didn’t matter how corny or self-aware you were in that moment; That logical side was being eclipsed, drowned out, by that sticky-sweet thrust deep into your pussy, totally blanking out your brain. You couldn’t form a proper sentence out loud if you wanted to.

But that was fine. Hoffman was being loud and vocal for the both of you. Grunting, desperate smacks—all lips and tongue—were intercut with sated little hums and the occasional tease.

“Yes, babydoll, you love that—being in my mouth.”

“Stop that,” you groaned, clearly not meaning it. You were inching so close and he was just going to overstimulate you with whatever nasty things could come to mind.

“Mmmm, right in my mouth,” he goaded, lips popping obnoxiously off of your flesh. “Come in me. I’m gonna finish all of it. I wanna be so full off you.”

Jesus Christ, this man was in your brain, rooting around in the things you not only denied saying aloud, but couldn’t even form as a proper thought. The bear did indeed get the little bunny with that one. That was what had brought you to the top—rough breathing, sweat all around your neck, bucking hard into orgasm.

Once your hips settled, fatigue from your reactive intensity, Hoffman licked his lower lip at, savoring whatever traces of stickiness you had left. “You taste so good, sweetheart. Buuuuut I’m still hungry.” He rubbed a hand over his gut for emphasis.

“And you still never asked if you could help yourself to my food. Where’s your manners?”

“Please, baby? Please?” His eyes flashed with forced, glossy innocence. You did like to see the man beg.

“Okay, sir,” you agreed, giving him eye roll number one-million-something.

“Thank you. You’re the best assistant I could ever have. And that’s why you’re coming with me.” In a quick shift, Hoffman managed to fling you up from your slumped position right over his shoulder, your bare ass peeking out from under the large shirt.

“Put me down, you big dumb bear!”

“You don’t wanna feed me?”

“Oh is that in my job description now?” Your feigned seriousness could only hold up so long.

“I think you already decided that,” he hummed, jolting up and carrying you into the kitchen with him.

[miscellaneouslibrary]

Small Art Dump

This isn't all that I've done since last month, but these pieces are the ones that I feel comfortable sharing.

First piece was a pretty old one(Few months ago??). I was practicing drawing male portraits since I pretty much suck at them. I think I'm improving!

And what's this? Two OCs that have never yet seen the light of day? And they're not even part of the Starfield Voyagers? Yep, I have HSR OCs that aren't members of the Starfield Voyagers; I feel it's more fun to have characters interact that are from separate groups.

The man at the top of the page is named "Velli," and he is the leader of the Mirror Holders(and a former Bezxyk fw Svrlkp) and also an old friend of Philomina's.

The man in the middle calls himself John Doe. "John Doe," also known as the Sloven Detective, is the head for the Investigative Branch for Talia's Policing Department(subject to change) but would rather be dilly-dallying in town with a cigar in hand. I drew a mini-comic of his dynamic with Philomina; I'm nearly finished with it!

The man at the bottom is Lucius. If you don't know who Lucius is, he's the butler for the Starfield Voyagers.

Next art is Philomina. I decided to color in the game icon that I drew a few weeks ago because I liked it so much. Unfortunately I'm still trying to figure out her colors...

Final piece is, you guessed it, another HSR OC. Haven't really named him yet but his species is known as Wickheads, with their most defining feature being the candle that is in place of their heads. I'll create a separate post on the biology of Wickheads or something adjacent.

Fun facts about the Wickhead:

He's a traveling journalist

He has a student that travels alongside him

He follows the Remembrance(Hmm, why is he burning that picture..?)

Welp, that's all for now!

remember, the Bunny is Sleeping