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A small chabbit (GMO critters from Runaway to the Stars by @jayrockin ) modified/made by me in May 2024. The base rabbit plushie was a charity shop find, while the chicken parts were made from scratch, attempting to match the rabbit.
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Thirty minutes into the flight from Onlar to the nearest teleduv, the smell of feces grew too overpowering to ignore. Lance had been ignoring the faint whiffs of shit because he suspected the cause was somewhere in the cockpit and something he should deal with immediately. Not just immediately, but lethally.
But Lance was in a great mood. In just a few hours, after a week away from home, he’d be back on Mars, back in the little apartment he shared with Pidge and Keith, getting some much-needed cuddles with his favorite people in the universe. He didn��t want blood on his hands, even if said blood was purple and belonged to a glorified space rat. Or several of them. Holy shit, what if there's more than one?
He slumped forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows on the control panel, and rested his forehead on the palms of his hand. Maybe he could just keep ignoring the stench. Maybe all he needed was a snack. Sitting up, he reached for the gear box, which, in addition to containing the usual tools for emergency repairs, contained his stash of garlic knots. Made by his mom and shipped to Mars, they were now a little on the hard-tack side of stale, but comfort food was comfort food, even if it took a jaw-breaking amount of chewing.
With a tap to the glowing purple lock switch—like everything on the Blade of Marmora ship, the cockpit was a dreary shade of gray with bright motes of purple lighting—and the box’s main drawer slid open.
“Holy crow!” His hand, already reaching into the box, jerked back in surprise. A small pair of yellow eyes stared back at him. “Shit!” Lance stared at the chabbit, the source of the reek. “Shit, shit, shit.”
This one was tiny and fortunately alone. A baby.
“Shit.” The expletive was also a descriptor as the infant varmint had done just that; shit prolifically in the box, with the added insult of piss. It had also devoured the garlic knots.
Blade of Marmora policy was clear: “Any chabbit found on board a Blade vessel shall be eliminated by any means necessary.” Chabbits, native to the Galra homeworld of Daibazaal, were warm-blood reptilian rodents. Fully grown, they were the size of a very small cat, had two short tusks that delivered a mildly venomous bits, ate absolutely anything and had opposable thumbs. In just a few short years since the restoration of the Galra homeland, they had managed to spread throughout the universe and were a reviled pest species.
The Blade of Marmora flight manual also included instructions for the most efficient and safe ways to dispatch of the creatures. Lance, however, had always made himself scarce when his parents slaughtered a chicken or some other livestock on the farm. Though he’d done more than his share of killing as a Paladin of Voltron, chucking a helpless living thing out of an airlock (Option A) or snapping its neck (Option B) was more than he could bear.
Lance stared at the little animal. It stared back.
He shut the drawer.
Long minutes passed. Through the cockpit window, the faint cyan glow of the approaching teleduv facility grew larger, a spot of color in the otherwise black with a net of stars, chiaroscuro expanse of space.
Lance’s stomach rumbled.
He stabbed angrily at the purple door latch and as the drawer opened, snarled, “Why’d you have to eat my garlic knots? Why?”
The chabbit cocked its tiny rectangular head and chirped.
“Yeah, well, I’m hungry too. And I’m the one flying this boat. If the captain ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” He glared at the creature. “I have to kill you. It’s nothing personal. Well, yes, it is. You ate my garlic knots.”
The chabbit, who’d been huddled against the back of the drawer, chirped again and hopped toward the front of the rectangular space. With another hopeful chirp, it rose, wobbly on rabbit-like haunches, and grasped the edge of the drawer with its four fingered hands.
Lance leaned back, eyed the creature for a second and then closed his eyes. “You’ve got two seconds to escape. I didn’t see you. Shoo.”
The sound of claws scrabbling on metal and bits and bobs of tools followed, then silence. Lance opened his eyes expecting to find the varmint gone. Instead, it was cleaning itself, purple tongue lapping at a foreleg. And it was still in the drawer.
Steeling himself, he reached out his (fortunately gloved) hand and grabbed it firmly behind the neck and yanked it from the box. This was supposed to be the safe way to catch a chabbit as it prevented the animal from biting. It didn’t stop it from frantically clawing at his hand and arm with sharp little claws. His armor protected him from that, but it did nothing to shut out the piteous noise coming from the baby. Although this chabbit was no bigger than his hand, its wails were filling the cockpit.
Desperate to end the heartrending racket, he dropped the thing. It fell in his lap, and Lance made no move to catch it, hoping it would flee.
Falling onto its side, it slid between his thighs, wiggled about and righted itself. With an indignant chirp, the tiny chabbit turned a baleful eye on him.
“Do you have a death-wish? Go!” He waved at it. “Otherwise, it’s lights out.” He drew a finger across his throat for emphasis.
The chirp turned sad, and yellow eyes filled with reproach.
Lance lifted his gaze at the teleduv. According to the instrument panel, they would reach it in thirty doboshes, a little over thirty minutes, Earth time.
At the next chabbity chirp, Lance scooped the beastie off his lap, this time gently. The chabbit didn’t resist and nestled happily in the palm of his hand.
Lance’s heart melted. Not the most unlikely event as his heart was probably composed of something like wax and he was a notorious softy. But this was a chabbit, an illegal alien species on Mars and elsewhere. Not the mention, he was breaking Blade of Marmora regs by not killing it. (Though on that count, he had an out as he was extra cozy with one of the Blade’s head honchos.) He grimaced. “Keith’s not gonna like this.” Pidge probably wouldn’t be amused either. Their other roomie, Kosmo, Keith’s cosmic wolf would probably eat this little critter.
As though sensing his indecision, the chabbit chirped. Lance grasped it carefully, flipping it over to study its underbelly. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to be male. “You look like a Rogelio.”
Upright and back on Lance’s palm, Rogelio eyed Lance worriedly.
“Shit,” said Lance as he stroked a finger over Rogelio’s bony eyes ridges.
Rogelio purred and rubbed his snout on Lance’s finger.
“It’s okay, buddy. We’ll work this out.” Just the act of petting the little chabbit made him feel calm inside. “It’s okay. You’re with me now. Safe and sound.”
(Backstory for Three Paladins, a Wolf and a Chabbit)
#lance#rogelio#oc#lance & OC#chabbit#pet adoption#alien pet#art#fanart#my art#people are still hard to draw#fanfiction#drabble#mentioned kidgeance#krita#vld#julance
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Cringetober Day 12: Niche Interest
Punkalopi (and Chabbit)
Sorry went way to hard on this and had to finish really late. You can really tell which one I tried on.
#art#cringetober#punkalopi#lopiilust#cringetober2023#cringetober 2023#inktober#inktober 2023#inktober2023#lopi#chabbit#chabbit punkalopi#punkalopi fanart#my art
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@chabbit my wife went to the Hershey zoo today
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while Chabbits wings are unsuitable for Flight, are they usable for gliding or slowing their falls?
Not really. They have dense bones, small short wings, and none of the cardiorespiratory adaptions of a bird. Their wing position can vary based on breed so they're not always well centered on the body. Like the wings of a lot of other GMO pets that have them as an extra pair of limbs slapped on a tetrapod body frame, they're pretty and useless. If you want a chimera GMO to fly or even glide well, you have to make drastic changes to the shape of the body, which usually results in something much less aesthetically appealing to humans. Commercial chabbits at least have a bit of a keelbone and enlarged pectorals, but that's because people like to eat that part.
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Chickenhare?
Didnt know @jayrockin made a movie starring a chabbit
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The Collected Works of sitehound
All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.
Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)
Darcy/Loki
A Morbid Taste for Ice (Complete at 200K words | Rated M | Mystery | Romance | Contemporary | Eventual Sex | Mental Health Issues)
My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.
Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.
Original Work
Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez
Lost in Paradise (Ongoing story | Rated M | Space Opera | Romance | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Sex | Inspired by MCU's Thor & Loki)
A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.
Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)
GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)
How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)
Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.
I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)
In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.
Three (Would-be) Paladins and a DeLorean (5.7K words | Rated T | Garrison Trio | Pre-Canon | AU | Humor | Reckless Driving | Back to the Future DeLorean)
Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.
Lance/Female Reader
A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)
On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.
Shiro/Keith
The Color of Joy is Brown? (7.8K words | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover | Meet-Cute)
An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.
Keith/Lance
The Scarecrow (19K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Pre-canon | AU | Happy Ending | Queerplatonic Relationships)
In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.
No Good Deed… (2400 words | Rated T | Fantasy AU | Urban Fantasy | Wolf-boy Keith | Fey Lance | Ambiguous Ending)
Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.
Pidge/Lance/Keith
Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)
Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.
How I Met Your Chabbit (1.7K words | Rated T | Drunk Pidge | Fluff | Pet Adoption | Domestic Bliss)
Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.
Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)
The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.
Keith/Pidge
Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)
On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.
Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)
St. Elmo’s Fire (150K words, Complete | Rated M | Post-Canon | Eventual Sex | Grief/Mourning | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Happy Ending)
More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.
Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)
In which Pidge and Lance get busy in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.
Us, Only Us (5.2K words | Rated M | Post-Canon | Angst | First Fight | Makeup Sex | Romance | Cut scene from St. Elmo's Fire)
Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)
Pidge successfully seduces Lance.
A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)
Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.
If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)
Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.
To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)
In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.
Turn Over a New Leaf (8.8K words, Complete | Rated T | Fix-it | S8E1 rewrite | Romance | Allura and Lance friendship)
All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.
In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)
Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.
A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)
“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening
Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)
On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.
It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)
What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.
The Tithe (Ongoing story | Rated T | Teen Romance | Pre-Canon | Garrison Trio | Inspired by Tam Lin | Sex Magic)
Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.
I Crave None of Your Blood (Ongoing story | Rated M | Post-Canon | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Character Turned in a Vampire | Grief/Mourning | Eventual Sex | Rough Sex)
Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.
Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)
The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.
#fanfiction#fanfiction master list#vld#mcu#plance#pidgance#tasertricks#klance#sheith#kidge#kidgeance#pidge#pidge holt#katie holt#keith#lance#hunk#loki#darcy lewis#AO3#original characters#OCs#original work#world building
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For the "weirdest ships" thing, the Dobby/Sorting Hat one reminded me of an extremely cursed fic my friends like to pass around for laughs, which is Hogwarts Castle/Giant Squid. I am still uncertain whether it's parody or genuine porn. The internet is wild like that.
Oh yeah we were talking about this one in the replies to the dobby/sorting hat post you just mentioned.
Think this one was just written for the entertainment value though haha
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I just saw your headcanons for Mito, and first, I agree 100%. Second, however, is that fact that it took me a good twenty seconds to put on my Naruto hat and realize that "seals" didn't refer to the animal. Which has me thinking, since Uzushio was by the water, she absolutely could ALSO have been obsessed with a friends with a bunch of the animal. Possibly a summoning contract. Which would make those fights with Madara 500x funnier. Just a big pile of hair buried under 300+ pounds of seal.
asdfghjkl oh my god that’s an amazing image.
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@chabbit
Everyone watching the Brooks Falls bear cams this year including the experts over at explore.org have been a bit confused and I think even more delighted to see this going on.
Beadette family co-parenting, wild and unexpected.
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would vestigial be the best way to describe a chabbit’s wings? Seeing as they were never flight capable to begin with.
That's a great question, because afaik "vestigial" describes an ancestral trait that through evolution, has lost its functionality in a given organism. Chabbits... uh... were not selected for by the usual evolutionary processes, and have polyphyletic ancestors. Describing GMOs with evolutionary terms gets weird fast
#chabbits were not naturally selected#but if you wanna get real weird about it#maybe we can argue that humans are part of the natural world#thus selection and engineering by humans is an extension of natural selection#and so GMOs are ''naturally'' evolved. totally.#jaytext#runaway to the stars
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Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for writing and linking that post on applying to graduate schools! I am in the process of doing so for the first time, and even though there's only one school with the program I want taking apps right now I have been kind of going in circles about the whole process in my brain. Seeing how you laid it all out was very helpful. Thank you!!
I’m glad to hear it! Good luck with your application -- it really can be done in tiny baby steps if you give yourself enough lead time!
#I got into my phd program while having my nervous breakdown so YOU CAN DO IT!#chabbit#bedlam answers
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