#everyone kept talking about rabbit's death /soooo/

[whtrbbit]

(     lore drabble  / the death , the becoming knowing. { 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 }   :    ARLEY WHITE : WHITE RABBIT   )     the 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. the 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. the 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫.      //:        do not reblog  :: tw : gore mention.

                        stuck between threads. the red , the white , the blue. he never truly picked a side. never truly saw a meaning to. keep everyone pleased , keep everyone calm. hide away , rush away , he was never in one place too long. except when he daddled with alice & the bander. that was when he stopped his clock , took a time to breathe , to banter. they would sit in meadow ; their spot kept a secret. the three of them would laugh & play. alice would sit telling her stories while the rabbit & bandersnatch rested their heads upon her legs. her digits combing through their hair. so gentle. so sweet.

rabbit & alice had been standing their waiting. his brows furrowing for the bander was never late. never this late. but when he turned to see the stumbling mess although he smiled it quickly faded. frown. turned upside down. as alice stepped forward the rabbit extended his arm. blocking her path , taking his own while lips curled to bare those sharpened canines. he knew that look , he was finally sent to kill their one dripping in blue. & he lunged , claws , fangs. the rabbit shoved her taking her place. but the look of horror in his eyes when he realized it was not their sweet alice the bandersnatch was sent to kill. it was him.

throat torn , ripped. he turned to ribbons. back thudding to the ground as his beast tore into him. hands fighting. failing. he didn't want to hurt him. he saw the look in the bander's eyes. ones that told him he was sorry , they were no lies. dripping tears with gnawing teeth. he didn't want to do this , it was all the red queen. red queen , red queen. why did she hate them all so. then a creepy , wonky thought crossed his mind. head turning to stare at their beautiful alice. one last time.

if she was wonderland & they were all a parts of her. what was the red queen? why couldn't she stop her? if the red queen was a part of alice where did that wickedness lie? deep down slumber. beyond her eyes. rabbit wondered if alice hated him. too much stuffing. too much cogs. she must remake him.

he forced himself to smile blood between his teeth while alice begged , pleaded. taking that time piece. the rabbit must flee. as he could feel his heart barely thump , pad of his thumb found the time stump. clicking being torn from his body. tossed into the privy. thrown into the darkness. his body thudding , collided against the glass which shattered with great mass. stop … no stop. no more trying to rhyme.

                         𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 , 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

hands pressed to flooring that wasn't quite there. crimson dipping from his mouth as he choked back tears. the pain. the agony. trembling mess as his gaze lifted. a single panel of glass showing him what was happening. alice crying , the bandersnatch wailing. the queen hearing the news from the screams. he couldn't quite make the look on her face. hands shoved down & arley forced himself to stand. stumbling. whimpering before he fell over again. clutching the wounds across his stomach. choking back his cries. if this is what death felt like. then his father crossed his mind.

                         ─── 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄 !

a voice clattered against his skull. hands pressing firmly against his ears. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 , 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫. tears brimmed the pain was .. unbearable. body shaking as his jaw clenched. there was someone here with him. & his eyes widened when he saw the figure. him , but not him. older , hardened. dressed in a mixture of black leather. whites. & eyes of raging red. hovering over him he smirked before he slowly leaned down to brush a strand from his younger self's face. arley was terrified. shaken. he didn't know , he didn't understand!

the head of his older fell to a tilt before slowly lowering himself into a crouch. ringed index pressing against the bridge of rabbit's nose , stroking downward. this is going to hurt. more than anything else. those words whispered , yet he did not see the mouth move. then it started. tendril like wisp of every color he could think of begun to circle him. digging against his wounds. clutching around his body , it felt like they were breaking his bones. the worst however was the red. it stared down at him for a time before lunging right at his head. digging into his brain. filling his thoughts with flashes that he wished weren't true. back arched off the ground & arley screamed. nails digging against his skull. eyes widening as tears flooded his face. his older self vanishing right before his eyes with a look of sorrowing pain.

            ¡¡¡ԀOꓕS ⅁NIꓘϽՈᖵ ꓕI Ǝꓘ∀ꟽ .. ԀOꓕS ꓕI Ǝꓘ∀ꟽ … ԀOꓕS ꓕI Ǝꓘ∀ꟽ

but it didn't stop. every single memory of every member of wonderland flooded his skull. knowledge he never wanted to know. it was then his body finally went limp. thudding against the dark ground as he blacked out. flashes of memories that were sweet was what he could rest to. kisses shared among the girl dressed in blue. while the other was a kiss shared with the one covered in his red. he wanted to go back to them. he wanted to go back to wonderland. but the strength left his entire body with that very last whisper of a thread. then a booming voice filled his ears. the glass panel thudding against the darkness forcing rabbit to sit up on elbows & look. chest heavy pants , crimson trickling from his eyes. ears. nose. then he heard it , the voice to his bane.

POOR DEAR RABBIT DIED PROTECTING HIS DEAR QUEEN…. BUT UNFOTUNATELY SHE IS MISSING.

eyes snapped crimson. his nose scrunched & lip curled. snarling underneath the pain. the misery. the calamity. right then he knew what he had to do. in order to save wonderland. he must become as mad as his mother. he must accept who he is. he must break the habit of running. yes no more running. face the facts , face his fears. & more importantly , he must become red.

[kitthepurplepotato]

hey love!!! it's me! i dont know if you remember me, but i've been liking, reposting, commenting and following the series 'my weird roomate boyfriend' and i absolutly adore your work and writing, and for a while now i haven't heard updates from you, not about the fanfic but about you, and i just remembered you and wanted to ask how are you. i've been a little worried, and we really dont know each other and there's no reason for you to trust me but i really just wanted to make sure if you're doing any better or just need someone to talk to, im here if you need a friend!

im sending you lots of hugs and sweets and lots of lots of good!

i will understand completly if you decide to not answer this, but im really just worried for my favourite author and would be more then happy if you could give me an update for how are you doing!

have a wonderfull day and a wonderfull week and please please please dont forget to drink, eat, and rest and remember to not overwork yourself!!! love, me!

Oh my god, of course I remember you, silly! I absolutely adore you 💜💜💜💜💜

Also, perfect timing because I wanted to post an update on my situation but I wasn’t sure how to start or if it’s even needed?

Thankfully, things are getting better now, I just got sick from all the stress and the constant meltdowns I’ve had almost every day (yes, I just had Covid 3 weeks ago yet here I am, sick again, love my life.)

/warning for everyone - mentions of death, depression, suicidal thoughts and other bad stuff, also, a lot of TMI/

I’m not going to lie, this was the hardest week of my life and I don’t say that lightly (I lost my father suddenly a year before, and my grandma died in a house fire just a few months back.)

I had a really hard time understanding that all these terrible things do not mean that I’m not good enough to live and they aren’t signs that I shouldn’t exist in this world. I felt like life’s trying to force me out of its territory by terrorizing me until I break down, taking everything I love and cherish and it all felt so unfair. I really thought I’m old enough to not go back to that terrible place I crawled out of when I was 17, but this “thing” was the last straw.

With that said, I want to thank you guys for all the kind words and also my best friend @porusuniverse who woke up at 2 fucking AM when she had to wake up at 5, just to keep me company after having the worst nightmare of my fucking life and also for the ridiculous amount of hours she had spent with me and kept me fucking alive while this thing got sorted. She is an absolute legend.

I’m not going to lie and say everything is 100% alright, but I’m getting there.

/TMI OVER/

I am slowly getting back into writing, I have half a chapter of the Izuku one and the Aizawa one is almost finished! Also have a half chapter of the Bakugou one. I wanted to finish at least one of them tomorrow but then I got sick, so we will see when I’ll be able to post any of them. I’m trying to concentrate on the Aizawa one now as there’s only one chapter left and then I can give the other two the attention they deserve, but I’m also trying not to FORCE myself to write but rather just do what I enjoy so will see which one wins, eyy!

I can’t wait to be back. Like honestly, I miss Tumblr, your comments and writing in general soooo sooo much 💜

See you soon and thank you for being so kind! I’ll definitely bug you the next time I manage to go down the rabbit hole but let’s hope I won’t because I don’t think I have the mental energy for another round 😂

Cheers, everyone! 🥦

Kit 💥

[weaselbeaselpants]

That Krispy Cat: A Warning, part 3

The last of the images cause I don’t want this bitch on my computer anymore. 

Knowing tumblr I kept the images hidden JUUUUST in case no one reads the fine print and can’t tell I’m being critical of this and gets me in trouble.

VVV ((Just in case you thought the JewishGriffon piece assured everyone that Crispy couldn’t POSSIBLY hate people of color, some of her earliest Nazi art had her character Klaus beating up Amigo Bear. She also made Amigo into a liberal strawman. )) VVV

((Dialogue to one of her TROLLARIOUS pictures that featured Amigo:

Amigo Bear: *muttering* "Your leader was a !@#$% little #@%^!@$^*!, you fascist feather duster..." General Klaus: "Fräulein, Ich vant you to cover your ears und shut your eyes as tight as you can." Crispy: "How come, General?" General Klaus: "Klaus ist about to say und do very bad sings zhat he does not vant his little Edelweiß to see or hear." Crispy: "Alrighty!" General Klaus: "WHO SAID ZHAT ABOUT DER FÜHRER? WER DIE FICK GESAGT? WHO'S ZUH SCHLEIMIG LITTLE COMMUNIST-SCHEISS SCHWANZLUTSCHER DOWN ZHERE, WHO JUST SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH VARRANT? NIEMAND?! GOTTVERDAMMT STALIN SAID IT! HERVORRAGEND! VHICH VUN OF YOU VANTS TO BE ZUH FIRST TO FIND OUT ZUH HARD VAY VHY MEIN FEINDE CALLED MIR DER BUTCHER BIRD?" ))

^^^ ((BUTOPHERARTISGOODSOYOUCAN’TCOMPLAIN

also the disc. for this pic before it was deleted had a ‘joke’ about cooking Jews in ovens. Oh and yes, that IS Hitler she’s giving that ugly ass cupcake too.))

^^^ (( - Thanks dA I never would have known I had a notifications unless eclipse blah -

This is one of her rants about how #Triggered she is that Starlight be compared to the Nazis when she runs a communist cult. Because A) that’s the real problem here and B) I too get upset when people say my OC is based on Jeffrey Dahmer when he’s so CLEARLY based on Ed Gein, Bwwwaaaah D> D> D> !)) ^^^

VVV ((Ugly art of her friend’s awful OCs.)) ^^^

VVV ((Crispy showing off why no one wants to be a patriot in our country.)) VVV

((FYI, Crisp, that attitude will make the Hamilton fans stronger so just keep that SJW-flinging coming you little SJW.

WHAT?! Social Justice is a broad term and as Crispy’s plainly demonstrated, you can circle it around and make a majority-class sound like the real underprivledged if you have enough fancy frou frou know-how and furries. Also, if a Social Justice Warrior constitutes someone who takes their cause soooo seriously that they’re annoying/petting/cruel/stupid about it....idk I think Crispy qualified.))

^^^ ((Crispy and her friend muse about what other races occupy the world of MLP in her headcanon. This, more than any other dA disc. and picture shows you her brand of “Segregationist-Nationalism is OKAY” thinking, cuz the art of these different races isn’t super offensive or cruel and neither are the characters. BUT if you scratch under the surface you’ll find that Crispy really likes these different people staying in their place and not in “someone else’s” country.

THEN, this same kind of thinking is used to convince you any mix of cultures is just cultural appropriation, again acting like she and her Nazi-stans are the only ones standing up to actual bigotry.)) VVV

^^^ ((Crispy makes the world a worse place by bringing up actual decent points; like how Americans dress Thanksgiving up as progressive and for the natives when we all know that’s not true...all to better her worldview.

fyi, GET OUT whenever you see a selfproclaimed Nazi fawn over Native Americans, because: Nazi Germany had a deep fascination with American Indians and used their struggles about their land being taken away from them to justify their eugenic genocide.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy laughing it up on Furaffinity how she couldn’t be banned from her Furaffinity and then mysteriously never using her site there wowie.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy complaining about SOPA cause her freedom of speech and blahblahblah.

Freedom of Speech is important. Unfortunately what people like Crispy don’t understand or care for is there’s no freedom of consequence. )) vvv

VVV ((LOL Joseph Mengele was such a stinkah let’s tell blithe jokes about him. At least WE AREN’T LIKE HIM!!!)) VVVV

VVV ((Early onset eugenic BS from her Spyro stuff that would be easy to miss if you didn’t know what this woman was talking about)) VVV

((Crispy admitting she thinks gays are pointless cuz they don’t reproduce but apparently loves them anyway. Also big shock Crispy’s seen Hetalia.)) VVV

VVV ((Crispy probably wanting Weeaboos to attack her cuz aren’t Japan’s animations so laaaaaaazy?!!?!? GUUdd think’ I’m a naziaboo! Germany’s never made any shitty animation evah. You know what, I lied. She doesn’t deserve Hetalia. She just doesn’t.)) VVVV

VVV ((Crispy dragging Brazil down with her as the apparent “Best South American Country”. Yikes.)) VVV

VVV ((More “it’s trolling ergo it’s not harmful” shit. Bulgarians probably do deserve their own Care Bears, but they certainly don’t want yours Crispy.)) VVV

VVV ((Disc. for her Richard Spencer bear art)) VVV

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I know, I know...this isn’t what you wanted to read today, guys. I know it’s offensive and I’m sorry if it made you ill. I also know I’m putting my own blog under fire by showing these images here but I think that should say something about dA’s bad policies that this art gets a filter slapped on it and nothing more when the artist is blatantly pro-fascist.

Crispy resonates with me so much - and no it’s not cause I DARED to be “triggered”.

It’s because, for one, she was talented. I MEAN I HAVE EYES! That’s some nicely drawn digital stuff I’m not gonna deny. She had some cool rewrites and sequel ideas that, had it come from someone else I would have eaten up and faved to hell and back onceupona2012. But I didn’t, where a ton of MLP and furry fans did because they undervalued their own talents and would say “well it’s pretty who cares about the message?” 

Unlike so many commercial+published artists, it’s REALLY hard to separate the art from the artist here because the artist is so connected and a part of her art and storytelling. If you fav her art, even if you didn’t like her, that was telling Crispy she’d won. It’s so defeating to have other artists say their gonna ignore their gut for the sake of prettypretty-Don-Bluth style art. And yes, that stigma DOES affect my view on 2D purists btw.

Crispy was so holier than thou’, and that attitude also was appealing to dA folks, not to mention her knowledge of art history by the time she dropped off the radar. Crispy was the kind of person who’d make long, detailed, justified rants against the design and color choices in Hazbin Hotel and then a bunch of antis would eat her redesigns up only to learn the awful truth later and embarrass themselves cuz they were so taken up by the craft they didn’t know they were reblogging a fucking Nazi.

Not to underplay Viv’s wrongdoings of course, but I’m sorry; the two aren’t comparable on the problematic artist meter. THAT’S HOW BAD CRISPY WAS.

If this somehow was just a faze and she’s come to her senses or doesn’t really think this shite she preaches...I don’t care. She said some vile shit and fuck no I’m not forgiving her. It’s like KenDraw or Shadman. You’ve changed your life around and realized you’ve done/drawn nasty shit that’s done real harm? Cool....I’m still not talking or ever promoting you, ya dingbat. You ain’t no Roman Polanski or Doug Tennaple. You’re a singular internet artist and any support of the project has to go to you - and you suck!

ThisCrispyKat was a wakeup call that showed me these people not only still exist but will be allowed to get away with it. I was very touchy bout this kind of thing back in the day. Fuck, I STILL AM TOUCHY. The rabbit holes I found thanks to Crispy opened up to reveal communities where people think my hair color’s going extinct. People would detail how much they wanted to rape me - a natural blonde - and kill my friends and family for not looking like me. That they want to jerk off in my naturally curly hair and see me in glowy German princess gowns preparing them dinner.

Crispy and other Nazistans would look at me; a blond-haired blue eyed Polish/German American woman and think I need to be “fixed” because I DARE to repeat propaganda that the Nazis were bad. They’d call me a traitor for thinking that celebrating the Nazi party ISN’T German pride.

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT’S GERMAN PRIDE! I’LL SHOW YOU GERMAN PRIDE YOU EGOSTROKING-LIMPDICKED ATTENTION WHORES.

People like Crispy make it 1000x harder to actually show interest in German things. Because I AM interested in German shit btw.

Like for real: it’s a country I’d love to visit one day (at least the black forest, which is where my mom’s fam comes from). I love German art and German fairytales slap. I really do want to explore my heritage through art and stuff.

But guess what? Much as Crispy would argue to the contrary I DO know my WWII history and beyond and FUCK YOU if you honestly think jerking it to cuddly Nazi-furs is empowering or just “showing your interest in history”. Take your own advice and read a god-damn book.

TL;DR: I DO NOT have to be proud of Nazis to enjoy German culture and if you think otherwise, FUCK YOU. It’s a slap in the face to everyone even if you are ‘just trolling’ and it in no way values actual German’s feeling on the matter. It’s annoying how people undervalue real people just for the sake of fan art.

The Nazis were evil. They were racist, eugenic-genocidal idiots who killed over six million Jewish people, Romani, Slavs, Jehovahs Witnesses, disabled people, Poles, homosexuals and prisoners of war. They would have killed my dad’s side of the family if they were in Poland at the time. They made bullshit tanks that killed the people making them and didn’t work on the battlefield. Their leader was a fat, farting one-testicaled bastard who preferred animals to people.

They ruined everything for everyone and then took the easy way out, leaving the Germans that were left in the hands of the also-genocidal Soviets and Americans. Germany is still paying their war debts and now, 70-80 years later everyone else wants to laugh off this dark period of history with memes and forget what they did, and as such, are forgetting the victims of the genocide.

I have 0 tolerance for Nazi things for the sake of HUMANITY, let alone the individual groups they target. I don’t have to have German ancestry or know a single Jewish person to tell you any of this. It’s fucking history.

Eat shit.

[dandelions-sea-blog]

bunnies don’t lay eggs... Chapter Two

Since this is going to now be an actual series I guess I gotta give it it’s own post.

Read On AO3 (Its soooo much better there)

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There isn’t much good about being forcibly impregnated by a delusional rabbit then kiddnaped and held against your will in its home. Honestly most monsters would be strapped to find even one good thing about that situation. But Red… Red likes to see himself as a glass-half full kinda guy.

“jesus fucking christ ,” Red moans, throwing his head back against the couch cushions. His mouth is full of whatever the fuck was kabobed onto that stick he just ate, chewing like it was an olympic sport. Red wipes a bit of drool off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. “god - how did you fucking make that?” He asks, turning to face his couch-companion, who seems subtly delighted by Red’s reaction. The rabbit’s eyes are almost always half lidded, as if he’s constantly tired; it makes it a bit easier to read him than most others.

“old family recipe, my friend,” He says with a wink. “ma used t’ make it for us when we were kits.”

“huh, really?” Red asks, ears perking with intrigue.

“nah i just got it off the internet.”

Red chuckles along with the bunny, reaching for another kabob as he lazes out across the cushions. Despite his brother being absolutely awful Stretch is actually halfway decent- ah fuck it, he’s fully decent. Red could easily see him and Stretch being close friends even outside of this craphole situation; provided that Stretch wasn’t eaten onsight. Rabbit-Wolf friendships almost never have a happy ending, though it might be different for these so-called “Easter” bunnies. They are almost as tall as normal monsters - pretty powerful too, right up there with the wolves. Even Boss might have a hard time contending with these guys…

Red will have to give him a hand in wiping this whole miserable species to extinction when he gets out of here.

It seems like Stretch is about to doze off, his feet kicking up and laying out across the spread on the couch, jostling Red’s chains and creating a harmonic pattern of ‘ chink’ s through the air. Red shifts as well, moving himself so the chains aren’t as much of bother to his bunny companion. Napping has always been one of his favorite past times - and now that he as twelve tiny leeches inside of him draining his lifeforce away he is given plenty of opportunity to nap. For the first few days Red was furious about it; refusing to sleep out of sheer spite that he was being forced to. That asshole Blue wasn’t much help, trying to insist that Red sleep in the same room as him. It’s bad enough that Red has to sleep on the same planet as him.

Once again it was Stretch who ended that stint. Red had never before met someone who so deeply understands the art of snoozing; they could have conversations for hours about dozing before inevitably passing out. Red probably would have kept himself awake with a mixture of coffee and malice until he dropped dead if it weren’t for him. Chill guy…

“think we got time for a nap before the cuntrag comes home?” Red asks. Blue is personally offended by sleep (yet another reason to hate that fluffy fuck) and while that has absolutely no bearing on Red’s enjoyment of them, Stretch tends to feel bad if he is out when the other comes home.

“uh, ya know that’s my bro yer talkin’ bout,” Stretch says, just a dash of brotherly protectiveness in his otherwise lazy tone. “but yeah, he works late on wednesdays so we should be good.” Red still can’t wrap his head around the idea that Stretch is related to that tiny sociopath; how could anyone stand to be around that cheary little creep is beyond him. Stretch seems to pick up on this line of thought going through Red’s mind and sighs. “look, i know you hate him and all-”

“oh i wouldn’t use the word hate ,” Red assures, holding up a paw to count off on his fingers. “abhor, loathe, despite, fantasize about his death on a daily basis… take yer pick.”

“well, despite you not liking him he’s actually a pretty cool dude,” Stretch says, opening a single eye to look at Red. “and he really does love you.”

“good for him,” Red mutters, rolling his eyes. “what a romantic fella - sure knows how t’ treat a gal right.” Red kicks his foot, rattling the chain for emphasis. “though if he were doin’ this right he’d be givin’ me the ball to go along with the chain… ”

“technically speaking he gave you twelve.”

Ugh. That jokes was bad, even by Red’s standards. Still - it’s too early in the afternoon for an argument, and it has become an unspoken rule between him and Stretch not to bring up Blue unless they want to fight. And neither of them really have the energy for unnecessary grudges.

Red finds himself drifting off fairly quickly, the window above them is open and the summer air is so blissfully pleasant . In the wolf’s village it is almost impossible for anyone to enjoy the weather - the air is almost always clogged with dust and relaxing outside is more akin to a death sentence than a tranquil outing. Again, Red could easily see himself enjoying life here if it weren’t for two little things.

One, Blue . Two, his eggs.

Red resists the urge to thumb over his belly, knowing that it will just make him upset. Thankfully the eggs are a set size and wont be getting any bigger. It was the first thing that Stretch had reassured him of in those first days where Red went back and forth between sobbing and incoherent rage. And they won’t even be inside of him when they hatch - his body will force them out days prior to be incubated externally. Red is pretty sure he made at least one or two “mother hen” jokes between his sobs when he found that out. So it’s not as bad as it could be.

That still doesn’t mean Red won’t smash these fucking eggs and their “mother” the moment they are out of him. His first escape attempt wasn’t very successful without his magic (that would be how he ended up with a tether around his ankles) and Red isn’t stupid enough to think that blindly charging out into the bunny village over and over would work. Especially when he is so big now that there is no way he can even properly run. Which means he’s just going to have to wait until the babies are out of him.

Great.

“welp. i need’t go pick up some stuff for dinner,” Stretch says, sliding off of the couch. He pops his back as he goes to grab his hoodie from off of the chair he so gracelessly flung it on earlier. He shrugs it on, pulling the hood over his head. Red will never get over how absolutely adorable it is that the hood has little sleeves for the rabbit’s tall ears. “you want anythin’?”

“my freedom, my life back and the slaughter of everyone even mostly responsible for my current situation,” Red says, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“k. how’s about some chips?”

“sure.”

“what flavor?”

“sour cream and onion… if they don’t got that salt and vinegar’s fine.”

“sweet,” Stretch says, heading for the door. “see ya in, like, an hour.” Red hears the creek of the hinges and the rattle of the door slamming shut. He sighs, readjusting drowsily now that he has all of the couch to himself.

There is still a kabob left on the table, catching Red’s attention. He sighs, reaching over and grabbing the stick. Stretch really is an amazing cook, but there are unavoidable hitches to the plan of having a wolf live as a bunny’s mate. Namely diet. Stretch can make carrots and broccoli taste as good as venison, but the nutritional value is something even he can’t change. Red needs meat. It’s only been a few weeks and he can already feel himself losing strength. Eventually his bones and teeth will start to suffer - he can already feel his fur coming loose and losing its shine. The stupid fucking eggs accelerate the process, eating of 90% of his body’s resources.

Red sighs. He’ll talk it out with the rabbits later. There’s gotta be some kinda solution here… maybe they have a really annoying neighbor they want gone, or some criminals who would be better for everyone dead.

For now Red finishes the last kabob, using the stick to pick his teeth before folding his arms against his chest. He closes his eyes, letting out a long sighs as he drifts back to sleep. He dreams of home, of meat, of his brother, and of Blue tied down and tortured before being eaten alive by wolves.

What a nice dream.