#bunny trio

[fubinicrafts]

Trio Shenanigans

[theoddbun]

and suddenly a vision came to me

[spacetoads-inc]

Silly wabbits!

[xnzlian]

Killer will be missed 😔

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Posuka Demizu's Second TPN Christmas Art for 2024 [Complementary Piece | Source]

[freakinator]

stars in her eyes, stars in his head, stars in the sky

[minotaurapologist]

Bunnies is a difficult animals

[farshootergotme]

Can't be the only one who wants more of this trio, right?

The brave and the bold #54

If only Garth was more popular and the writers liked him more.

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #InternationalRabbitDay 🐰:

Arthur Fitzwilliam Tait (British-American, 1819–1905)

#Rabbits on a Log, 1897

Oil on canvas, 10 x 12 in. (25.4 x 30.8 cm)

Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York 1979.490.7

[lordofthesillystraws]

breaking news: todomatsu likes men? more at whenever the fuck we decide to do this again

[ssaraexposs]

Chibi Bungous 🥰

[bittasol]

welcome to demon school iruma bun!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Are those little dolls made to look like 3zun as animals in the most recent comic? I need to know how/when Nie Mingjue got those. Are they gifts from Lan Xichen or Nie Huaisang? Did Jin Guangyao sew them himself and stuff them full of evil talismans in case the song didn't work? So many possibilities.

The 3zun dolls were a self-indulgent reference to this (previously abandoned) doodle! As for who made them in universe? I'll leave it up for interpretation B*)

[bunnieswithknives]

Control trio LETS GOOO!!

[buck-yyyy]

an introductory description of the greek club except it’s narrated like the meet the plastics scene in mean girls

[onlytibki]

Iruma Ficlet: Meme

The Netherworld has an Internet, websites, social media, etc.

Eventually, as high schools do, Bablys becomes riddled with the equivalent of the worm meme:

Would you love me if I was a human?

Iruma… does not participate.

He listens, closely. He watches when others ask it, watches the shape of the word ‘human’ around their lips and the face they make with it. He watches the faces of the responders and memorizes their answers. Despite himself, he ends up making mental lists— lists titled maybe okay (laughter/maybe/I’d find a safe place for you/we can be humans together),

and maybe not (no/how would loving a human even work??/ew gross),

and definitely not.

(Sure I’d love you… for dinner!)

Iruma does his best not to let it all bother him, the questions, or the reactions, or the places various classmates and teachers have on his new lists.

He fails.

Iruma does not ask the question. Of anyone.

.

Someone scrapes together enough nerve to ask Balam-sensei in the middle of Iruma’s class. The teacher freezes.

Someone else takes the moment to cut across that Balam-sensei would eat them and write research on what they tasted like; Balam goes pale.

A third demon says Balam-sensei wouldn’t eat them, since it’d be like eating an endangered species. He’d probably keep them in a jar like a pet. Balam-sensei’s hands begin to shake.

He finally interrupts. And doesn’t look at Iruma. “I’d keep you safe,” he says. “I’d fight my hardest to keep you safe. Of course. You are my students.”

Balam-sensei gets teased by the class and his coworkers for how soft he is for the rest of the week. The next time they have tea, Iruma doesn’t even give a cursory squirm about the hug, and just squeezes back tighter.

.

Ameri does not participate. She serves anyone who does, in her hearing range, a debilitating axe-kick to the chest.

(Those who respond a… certain way receive kicks to the throat.)

People admire her dedication to spending school time on productive tasks and not foolish games.

.

Clara asks Iruma.

Iruma freezes, skin gone pale, hands gone shaky. He can feel his internal defensive beast starting to rise, but he squashes it.

Azz starts to scold her for wasting Iruma-sama’s time on foolish games (he was one of those who admired Ameri’s response), but Iruma doesn’t listen to him. Can’t.

Iruma takes Clara’s hands, gentle, still shaking. “Yes,” he says, immediately, fervently, looking her directly in the eye and all but pushing what he can’t say through his gaze and into her mind. “I’d love you, and Azz, no matter what you were, or what I am, or where we are. There isn’t anything that can change that. Ever.”