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harkness-girl · 17 days ago

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a bunny and other pets

Author’s note: The majority ruled for dom!agatha so here you go.

Pairing: Agatha x fem!reader

Warnings: dirty talk, dom!agatha, praise kink, sex

Plot: a woman comes by to buy a bunny from the animal shelter you work at. and let’s say, the bunny is not the only pet she gets.

MEN AND MINORS DNI!

You work at a small animal shelter, it was supposed to be a part time job during high school, but somehow you liked it too much to give it up. So you’re still there, eight years later.

Tuesday afternoons are usually slow, but lately most of the days are. The high season of people returning pets after Christmas is thankfully over. It’s always painful to see the animals back in the cages and you always curse the people who don’t think their Christmas presents through.

You are wiping down cages when the bell above the door rings. A woman walks in, she’s wearing an expensive looking clothes and she’s looking around like she is already annoyed that no one has rushed to her side immediately.

“I want a rabbit,” she says. No greeting.

You blink, cursing your gay heart from almost leaping out of your chest. Hot women with authority have always been your issue. You walk towards her. “Of course. Any kind in particular?”

She scans the room. “No. It’s not about the kind. I just… I’ll know him when I see him.”

Her voice has an edge to it and you wonder why she’s behaving like this. Should you be worried about the rabbit?

You lead her to the back where you keep the rabbits. She stops in front of a small lop-eared white one with brown spots. He stares back at her, entirely unimpressed.

“This one,” she says, barely above a whisper. “This one is mine.”

You pause. People say things like that all the time in shelters - He's perfect or She looks like my old one. But this… the way she says it feels less like a choice and more like a realisation. You study her, and for a moment, her mask cracks. There is something raw behind her eyes. Loneliness, maybe.

She also seems slightly unhinged, but the loneliness gets to you more and your next words are out of your mind before you can stop them.

“I can help you get him settled. Supplies, carrier, hay, all that.”

She nods briskly. “Yes. That would be fine.” She watches with a piercing gaze, her blue eyes so intense, and you stare back. There is something unspoken between you and you don’t even know how to explain it. She mesmerises you so completely that you can only follow her like a puppy to the front of the store, all wide eyed.

At the counter, she slides you a business card with one manicured finger. Agatha Harkness. No title. Just a name.

Before she leaves, you stare at each other. You see invitation in her eyes, a challenge, a danger. What she sees in your eyes, you don’t know.

Your colleague Sam catches you staring at the card as she leaves.

“Since when do we do house calls?” he says, smirking.

You shrug. “Since now, apparently.” You may be completely out of your mind, but the woman might be the most interesting thing that has happened to you in a while and you’ll be damned if you don’t chase the feeling.

~~~

The next day drags, a blur of cleaning, clipping nails, trying to keep the terrier in kennel 3 from chewing through another water bowl. By the time your shift ends, your feet ache and your patience is frayed.

Agatha’s house is tucked into the hills just outside of town, and definitely not what you expected. You expected something modern, minimalist, but the house is old, decorated in a way that makes your heart soar. It’s a house you’d want for yourself one day. You’d think an old witch lives there.

Agatha opens the door barefoot, a glass of red wine in hand, dressed in a sweater that looks cashmere and a pair of leggings that could’ve been painted on.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” she says, stepping aside.

“You paid in cash,” you reply, holding up the carrier. “Figured you meant it.”

Inside, everything is too quiet, even though a music is playing from a record player in the corner of the living room. And you suddenly understand the loneliness in Agatha’s eyes. You set up the rabbit’s enclosure in a sunlit corner of the living room and the rabbit immediately hides. It’s going to take him a few days to settle. She watches you from the couch, sipping her wine and smiling faintly.

“I’ve decided to call him Señor Scratchy.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s… formal.”

“I think he appreciates formality,” she says, swirling her glass. “Speaking of which, I never got your name.”

“Y/N,” you say quietly and turn on your knees towards her.

She hums. “Agatha, pleasure.” There is a beat of silence and she looks at you with an almost curious expression. “Would you like a glass? For all your trouble?”

You hesitate. You shouldn’t. But something about her loneliness clings to the walls, and you don’t want to walk back into the night just yet. You want her loneliness and your loneliness to keep each other company. “Sure. Just one.”

You make small talk, weather, animals, nothing deep. Her laugh comes easier with the wine, and yours follows. She sits back, rubbing her neck with one hand, and sighs.

“Are you alright?” you ask and even though you only wanted to drink one glass you’re already on your second and you want her to tell you things and share things and to make her laugh again. Sappho would be proud of you.

“I’m so tired.”

Without thinking, you say, “I could give you a massage, if you’d like. I mean… just if it helps.”

She tilts her head at you, amused. “Are massages standard with bunny deliveries now?”

You laugh, a little embarrassed. “No. Just… a favor.”

She turns slightly, pulling her hair to one side. “Alright then. Knock yourself out.”

You stand up and walk behind her. For a second you freeze, suddenly aware that you’re about to touch her, but then your fingers press gently into her shoulders. Her muscles are tense, knotted. She lets out a soft hum and your knees almost give out.

“You’re good at this,” she murmurs.

“Thank you,” you say and continue removing the tension from her shoulders and when she moans, you feel it everywhere in your body. What the fuck did you get yourself into? Has the movie Carol left the screen and became your life?

You get out a particularly bad knot and she groans and says: “Good girl.”

You pause and there is a good chance the whole world has stopped moving because heat settles in your lower belly and in your cheeks and your hands freeze.

The words hang in the air.

She tilts her head back, just enough to see your face, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks and most likely blown out pupils.

And then her smile changes, just a little, but you feel it deep in your bones. This is the biggest gay panic of your life.

She doesn’t turn around completely, just enough so you can see her profile, her mouth curved at one corner.

“You’re blushing,” she says, voice low, velvety.

“I’m not,” you mumble, which is definitely a lie.

Her laugh comes, light and amused. She leans back into your hands, stretching like a satisfied cat, and you proceed with the massage.

“I think you like it,” she says. “Me calling you good.”

Your fingers freeze again for half a second. She notices.

Agatha lets her head roll to the side, hair slipping over her shoulder, glass still loosely in one hand. “Oh, don’t stop now. I was just starting to enjoy myself.”

Your breath hitches. You force a shallow breath out of your nose and focus on her shoulders again, pretending this isn’t some strange, wine-tinted dream.

“You’re awfully shy for someone who came into a stranger’s house after dark,” she murmurs.

“You paid me to,” you say weakly, but even you don’t believe your own defense. That is so not the reason you came.

“Mm. Yes. And here you are, giving me a massage and blushing.” She watches you with her head tilted curiously. “I have to say… this is all very random. I got a bunny from you yesterday and now you’re here. We don’t even know each other.”

You hesitate. Is she going to decide now that it’s too weird and send you home? You need to do something to make her realise you’re worth it.

You exhale sharply through a nervous smile. “Do you, um… need anything else from me?” you ask, letting the double meaning hang in the air just long enough for her to catch it. You hope she feels the pull the same way you do. The movie-like tension.

She turns fully then, the hem of her sweater slipping down one shoulder. Her eyes meet yours and then dip down, slowly, before returning to your face.

“I suppose that depends,” she says, eyes half-lidded now. “On what you think you're offering.”

You swallow loudly, but refuse to look away. You will not back out and go home to your lonely apartment and endless shifts where the only petting you do is when a dog climbs on your lap.

“Anything,” you whisper.

She cocks an eyebrow at you and lets the tension build before motioning for you to sit next to her. You sit closer than before and take a sip of your wine.

“You look like you’re waiting for a permission to breathe,” she muses and puts her glass on the table.

You give her a tight smile. “I’m fine.”

“Oh no,” she says, leaning in just enough that her perfume curl around your senses. “You’re not. You’re being so polite. So good.”

Her voice wraps around the word like silk and you press your thighs together, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed. You watch her raise her eyes back to your face.

“I mean it,” she continues. “You’re sitting here with your hands in your lap like a schoolgirl.

It’s… dangerously adorable.”

“I—“ You try to say something clever like “would you like my hands elsewhere?”, but your mouth doesn’t seem to remember how sentences work.

Her fingers brush yours for a second and then she turns forward you, one leg up onto the couch, angling herself so that her entire body faces you.

“I bet you’d do anything I asked right now,” she says slowly, cocking her head.

Your mouth goes dry.

Agatha smiles like someone discovering a new favorite toy. “Wouldn’t you?” she asks, softer now, like it is a secret between you. “If I told you to kneel?”

Your breath catches. Your cheeks burn. You nod before you can stop yourself.

Her smile deepens, pleased, almost triumphant.

“You’re very sweet,” she says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Her touch is feather-light, maddening. “I didn’t expect that. The way you looked at me in the shelter? I thought you didn’t trust me.”

“I didn’t,” you whisper.

“And now?”

You swallow hard. “I think I’d let you ruin me if you asked nicely.”

She laughs, delighted, and her eyes shine with mischief.

“Oh, darling,” she says, fingers trailing down your arm now. “Who said I was going to ask nicely?”

You’re literally unable to speak. She sips her wine again and then shifts closer. You’re sitting there with her pressed against your side, playing with your hair and suddenly she’s near your ear, her voice almost a whisper.

"Tell me something," she murmurs. "If I asked you to be still... would you?"

You nod before you even know you’re doing it.

"And if I asked you to speak?"

Your lips part, but she lifts a finger, brushing it across them, silencing you gently.

“Not yet,” she hushes you. “You’re too pretty like this. All quiet and obedient.”

You whimper quietly. It slips out of you, humiliating and honest.

Agatha’s eyes light up.

“There it is,” she purrs. “That sound. You don’t even know what you want, do you?”

You shake your head. You don’t know what you want, but you know you want anything she’d ask of you.

She leans in, her lips inches from your ear again.

“Good,” she murmurs. “That means I get to decide.”

Your breath hitches. You sit there frozen, desperate, buzzing beneath the surface. You want her hands on you. You want her voice in your ear. You want her to tell you want to do and be called a good girl.

She pulls back just enough to look at you again, her expression soft but no less dangerous.

“Would you like that?” she asks. “To stop thinking for a little while? Just... do what you’re told?”

You nod again, slower this time. Everything inside you screams yes.

Agatha’s smile returns, full and wicked and soft all at once.

“Then finish your wine,” she says. “And wait for me like a good puppy.”

And just like that, she stands up and walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, flushed, breathless, and entirely hers.

~~~

Minutes pass. Maybe more. The silence stretches long and intimate. You stare into the dark red swirl at the bottom of the glass and finally lifted it to your lips, finishing the wine like she’s asked. A simple act, but it feels like something more. Like a vow.

Your body is too warm, your thoughts slow. You place the glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink and fold your hands in your lap again, still, obedient, exactly how she seems to like it.

And then, her footsteps. Slow. She returns, but not exactly the same.

Agatha let her hair down. It tumbles over her shoulders, soft waves brushing bare collarbones. She’s shed the oversized sweater. What remains is a dark silk camisole with shorts that shimmer faintly in the dim lamplight. She looks effortlessly hot.

And she is looking right at you.

“You waited,” she says.

You smile softly. “You told me to.”

She curls her lips at that, as if the answer pleased her more than you could understand.

She approaches slowly, circling the couch instead of sitting back beside you. She moves like she is hunting. As if she doesn’t know she’s already trapped you.

“I’m still not sure what to do with you,” she murmurs, standing behind you now. Her hands come to rest gently on your shoulders, where you touched her earlier. Her fingers squeeze softly, tracing the same knots you worked on before.

“You’re a strange little thing,” she goes on. “Soft, careful… and yet you’re here, in a house of a woman you don’t know, aren’t you?”

Her thumbs press in slightly harder. You shiver, trembling under her hands.

“You knew something might happen, you felt the tension, too… You wanted something to happen.”

“I didn’t know what I wanted,” you whisper.

Her voice drops low behind you, so close it ghosts over your neck. “You do now, though. Don’t you?”

You swallow. “I think so.”

She chuckles and comes back around, sitting down beside you, even closer now. Her thigh pressed fully into yours and she reaches up to tilt your chin toward her. The touch is gentle, the look in her eyes is not.

“Say it,” she demands. “Say you’ll do whatever I ask.”

Embarrassingly, you don’t even hesitate. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”

She hums, pleased. “Good girl.”

The words hit you like warm honey. Melting you. Binding you.

She leans forward, lips barely brushing the edge of your cheek.

“Let’s see how much you mean it,” she whispers.

You slowly turn your face in her direction and the look in her eyes takes your breath away. Maybe something in your face has the same effect on her because in the next moment she joins your lips together, claiming you.

When Agatha pulls away, your mind is hazy. Both from the wine and from Agatha.

“Spread your legs,” she commands softly.

Again with no hesitation you do what she’s asked, hoping she is going to touch you now. But instead she nibbles at your earlobe and gives another command. “Touch yourself.”

You close your eyes for a moment and will your cheeks to stop getting so red. But then you slip your hand into your pants and circle your clit.

“Are you wet?” she asks after a few moments of you stroking yourself.

You groan as you hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

You pull out your hand and show her the glistening fingers which she proceeds to put into her mouth, sucking them, circling them with her tongue, making noises that should be illegal.

Agatha raises up and straddles your lap in one fluid motion, her hands sliding into your hair and kisses you deeply. Her body fits against yours, warm. She deepens the kiss and your hands find her waist, tentative, but when her tongue starts playing with yours, you grip her more firmly.

She pulls back, hands trailing down, fingers dragging along the column of your throat, resting just long enough to feel your pulse flutter.

You’re melting. Into her. Into the couch. Into whatever this is becoming.

She kisses and sucks at your neck. “You’re so easy to undo,” she whispers. “So sweet. So willing.”

Her hands wander again, exploring, testing. And you let her. Every nerve in your body turns to her movements, every breath waiting for her next command.

"Lie back for me," she says, already guiding you down.

And you do it, dizzy from wine, from her, from the heat simmering between you. You are looking up at her while she’s still straddling your lap.

You shirt has ridden up and you can feel her hear on your exposed skin. “Agatha…”

She smiles down on you. “What, pet?”

Seeing as you unable to say anything else, she takes your hands and brings them to her breasts. She’s still wearing the silk shirt, but you can feel her nipples harden under your touch.

“You’re so damn pretty,” she whispers as she continues helping you massage her breasts. When you take initiative and use your thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple, she moans and starts rolling her hips on you. “I cannot believe… I went to get a pet bunny. And I got one more pet to keep me company.”

“Yes,” you whimper below her. “Please.”

“Please what?” she asks.

You stare at her helplessly. “Use me.”

She stops moving, looking at you, her gaze darkened. In one swift movement she climbs off you and pulls down her shorts. You don’t know what to do, shouldn’t that have been your job?

She leans down and grabs your shirt. It’s almost methodical as she slowly undresses you. You thought it would happen organically, but for some reason Agatha wants you both naked as soon as possible. And well, you are not stopping her.

When you’re both done, standing naked across from each other, both slightly breathless, she cannot keep her eyes off you. Your gaze trails along her soft curves and full breasts and you reach out to touch her.

She catches your hand mid air and then pushes you on the couch. “Be good for me, baby,” she whispers and you’re laying on your back again and this time, when she straddles you, you can feel everything. “Why don’t you touch me now? See what you do to me?”

You hesitantly move your hand down and slip your fingers between her folds, both moaning at the sensation. You gather the wetness and circle her clit before moving up and down her folds.

“Ah, so good,” she praises and her hips buckle when you press at her clitoris again. “Why don’t you put two fingers inside, sweetheart?”

You do as she’s asked, sliding two fingers inside of her while your thumb keeps circling her clit and the moan she lets out settles in your lower belly.

“You feel amazing,” you whisper, looking up at her in amazement, it’s truly mesmerising watching her unravel before you. She looks down at you and starts rolling her hips to match your movements. You can tell she’s already close and decide to push her over the edge. “Am I being good for you?”

“Y-yes,” she breathes out and her hand shoots out to the back of the couch so she can stabilise herself. “Very good.”

“You’re using me so well,” you whisper, your mind so hazy that you’re not even surprised at your own boldness.

“More,” she begs through her gritted teeth. “Tell me more about it.” She’s now fully riding you and you’re drunk on her.

“You can teach me how to behave,” you continue. “You can make me your own little…” you lean up to softly pinch her nipple, “obedient,” you mouth latches on to the place your fingers abused, your tongue soothing the nipple and you softly suck at it, finishing your sentence with “pet” just as Agatha comes all over your finger with a load moan.

She collapses on top of you and you take your fingers out of her and clean them with your mouth. Agatha looks up at you from her position on your chest and watches you darkly.

You smile at her innocently and she chuckles.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” she asks and you don’t think she expects a reply so you don’t say anything. Suddenly she lifts herself off of you and starts climbing down your body. “Looking all soft and innocent, but boy, do you have a filthy mouth. Little obedient pet,” she mocks quietly.

Soon her fingers find your soaking center and she doesn’t hesitate to push one finger inside.

“How about I tell you something now, huh?” she proposes and dips her head low to lick a long stripe through your vulva. You groan loudly and your hands instinctively reach for her head. “Ts ts, no more touching, put your hands above your head and lay still. Let me have my way with you now.”

Your hands immediately dangle from the back of the couch, but your thighs clasp around Agatha’s head when her tongue starts working and her fingers deliciously move in and out of you.

You come, panting, sensitive, but she doesn’t let you rest. She moves her head away and bites at your inner thigh. “Again.” Her fingers don’t stop their maddening pace and soon you’re coming again.

“What do you think, baby doll?” she smirks up at you lazily. “Do you have another one in you? Can you be my good pet and come again?”

Even if you couldn’t, you would. So you nod and she continues fucking you. Tears appear in your eyes and you furiously brush them away with the back of your hand.

When you come for the third time, she climbs on top of you, catching your jaw between her fingers, tracing your lip with her thumb and smiles at your disheveled state wickedly.

Then, when you think you’re completely ruined and there is nothing else she could do or say to make you even more wrecked, she leans down to your ear and whispers: “maybe we should also get a cage for you. Can’t have Señor Scratchy thinking you’re special.”

Well, fuck.

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness smut #agatha x you #agatha x reader

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hoodedjelly · 5 months ago

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ii designs + oj being a little fruity with it

i'm gonna yap below about the designs actually vvvv

springy is just an alien thingy + micky mouse (the smallest inspo from the trix rabbit)

bots design is pretty simple, i kept thinking back to that line "now you're a butterfly!" and im just like, i can't just give them little butterfly designs I NEED THEM TO HAVE A LITTLE SLEEVE/CAPE THINGY SO THEY ARE ONE

for mephone, this is like my 5th redesign of him. to give myself credit, this isn't a redesign from my last one it's just an android version of it, since the last one was fully human. i got VERY inspired by dbh when designing him, his glasses are basically apple glasses glued forever on his head. but he doesn't use it as a screen, it's just where notifications/calls are located at. (when cobs is calling mephone he is literally forced to see his name in his eyes i just think thats evil),where he actually uses his "powers" is like dbh, kinda. the skin on his arm goes white/the original robot form from when he was first made then he just taps it a few times and someone gets revived. i imagine there's colors and the final press is the color of the character he's reviving. 3gs would also just look very dbh damaged robot, white spots of his original robot skin and stuff.

also every phone has some type of glasses eyes , i think mepads would be more rectangle, 3gs would have like goggles. me just trying to keep on this consistent thing i told myself where, if a object has some form of glass on them, then they need some type of glasses. light bulb has sunglasses on her head, oj HAD glasses in s1 then changes to contacts (example below)

uh i got a little side tracked what was i talking about, right mephone4. last thing i want to point out is that they also have a default outfit, like the company uniform. when mephone escapes he just generates a new outfit. i think it would also be cute that mephone generates new clothes for mepad too and left it next to him while he waits for him to wake up <3

#hoodedjelly art #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity 3 #ii springy #ii bot #ii mephone4 #ii oj #ii paper #ii gijinka #osc

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mimiii-3 · 3 months ago

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The Food Chain Pt.1

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Fem Reader

Notes: typical yandere themes

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The overlapping chimes and songs of the games create a cacophony of excitement. You imagine that it mirrors the effect of the slot machines in Gotham’s seediest casinos.

The neon lights flash rapidly as you stalk down each isle of the arcade. Your day is made of soft reminders to not shake the claw machine or resetting a prize back to its starting position.

It’s not the most glamorous job but it feeds you. And you can’t deny the contentment your inner-child feels at living each day in a colorful arcade.

There’s normally two of you on these slow Thursday nights but it’s just you today. Camilla called in sick with the flu and there’s no one else to take her place.

The owner, Charlie, is an elderly man. With the deterioration of his joints and love for children, you know he won’t help out for the evening shift.

It’s not bad. Working the arcade by yourself makes you feel mature. You can prance around and act like you own the place for a few hours of independence.

The warm, orange and pink hues of the sunset melt through the large windows and illuminate the darkest corners of the arcade. With spring rolling around, the no-AC arcade feels warmer than usual.

It’s humid, but not enough that it makes you feel faint. You round the prize counter and take a quick swig from your dented water bottle.

That last family of three files out of the arcade with a quick ‘thank you.’ The little boy bounces away, arms full of stuffed animals he won in the claw machines.

“Have a nice day,” you chirp in your customer service voice. There goes the family of otters. They were quick and a bit noisy but they seemed sweet.

You like to assign everyone you see with an animal. The lady that lives next door, a mongoose. Charlie’s a penguin and Camilla is a rabbit.

You deemed yourself as a pig. Cute and smart but eats a lot of trash. That’s why Camilla and Charlie call you Ms. Piggy.

You look up at the clock to see how much longer you’re working today.

3 hours. It’s not very likely that the arcade will get busy on a Thursday evening so you settle into the white foldable chair in the corner of the prize area.

You pull out your phone and scroll lazily through your friends’ posts. They’re spending spring break in the Bahamas or France while you stay tucked away in Gotham.

You’re not jealous of their lavish lifestyle. But there’s a strange sense of loneliness you feel while gazing at the group pictures they take without you.

“Watch them act like they missed me,” you mutter bitterly. You can’t help but dread Monday morning when they will inevitably drone on about their fancy spring breaks.

Your murky thoughts are interrupted by the bell on the door ringing for new customers. You stand up from the chair and center yourself behind the counter. You put your best smile on and await the patrons.

Their light conversation grows closer and you sneakily eavesdrop on the approaching customers.

“-and Duke fell down both flights of stairs. You should have seen Bruce’s face, he looked like he was about to blow a gasket,” a gentle voice explains.

You hear another voice chuckle at the story, “God, I wish I was there to see that.”

You finally get to see the two as they make their way around the last coin-pusher. They’re two men, both raven-haired and polished.

The taller one has striking blue eyes and a mischievous expression. That one seems like a fox: cunning but still cute like a puppy.

The shorter one’s hair is messily combed through and he has dark circles under his eyes. That one feels like a stag, pretty but skittish.

The two spot you and hold your eye contact. You don’t yield to their intense gazes and widen your smile, “Hi! Welcome to Charlie’s Games. How many tokens?”

The fox’s smile widens and makes his way to the prize counter. He places his palms on the glass and leans on them to get a better look at you.

He taps his fingers rapidly against the glass, “This is actually the first time we’ve come here. How many tokens do you think we’d need to win big?”

The stag follows behind the fox and watches you carefully. You maintain your easy-going persona and reach under the counter.

They both stiffen at your movement. Their wide eyes and tightening fists let you know what they’re feeling.

“Relax guys. It’s not a gun, just a basket for the tokens,” you explain with a smile. Their bodies relax as you fill the basket with 40 tokens.

“40 tokens for twenty bucks. This should be more than enough to win big,” you jest.

The fox’s shoulders sag ever-so-slightly and the corner of his eyes crinkle. “Sorry we just,” he glances back at the stag and clears his throat, “y’know…this is Gotham after all.”

You nod at him and look between him and the stag. You raise your hands, “I get it. Gotham tends to be a nightmare but you can think of this place as a little escape from the guns and murder.”

“Thanks. That’s just what we need,” the stag speaks to you for the first time. He pulls at the left sleeve of his hoodie and tries to bite back a smile.

You snicker and they both look at you quizzically. “I’m sorry but you guys are so awkward, it’s adorable,” you cover your mouth with your hand as your laugh grows in volume.

They exchange a sheepish look and join in on your laughing. Your teary laughs die down and you sigh, “oh my gosh, I needed that laugh.”

“Us too,” the fox utters softly. The moment returns to its awkward beginning and you take it upon yourself to end the interaction.

“How about five more tokens - free of charge. That should make it impossible for you to walk away with nothing,” you say as you push the extra tokens across the counter.

The fox doesn’t say anything and just continues to smile down at you. The stag senses your discomfort and speaks up, “thanks again! We’ll be back for our prize.”

The stag picks them up and grabs the fox by his arm to lead him away. All while being pulled away, the fox watches you. You wave and offer a closed-eye smile to satisfy whatever it is he wants from you.

That seems to do the trick and the fox turns to walk with the stag over to the racing games. Once they’re out of sight, you slip into the employee-only room behind the prize wall.

You fall back onto the sofa and let out an obnoxiously loud sigh. That was…intense. They seem like cool dudes but man do they have a staring problem.

You turn on the couch and lay back against the arm rest. You resume your scrolling and pray that was the only awkward customer interaction you’ll have for the rest of your shift.

Your not exactly sure how much time passes as you scroll through Instagram and TikTok. Your unsolicited break is interrupted from the ring of the silver bell sitting on the main counter.

You slowly rise from the couch and stagger back to the door. Pushing aside the hanging beads, you take a quick peak at the clock. 20 minutes till closing, perfect.

The two men stand there with a handful of tickets. Their faces resemble those of children waiting at the door on Halloween.

“Wow! Looks like you two went all out. Let’s count em’,” you say cheerily. You take the tickets from their hands while making sure not to look them in the eyes.

You feed the tickets into the rickety machine. You purse your lips and stare up at the water-stained ceiling. ‘Just pretend like they’re not even there,’ you think.

After a minute or two, the receipt for their tickets pops out. You wrestle the receipt out of the machine before flipping it over and reading the number, “4,860 tickets. That means you get a yellow prize.”

You point up at the yellow-painted shelf and look back at the pair, “which one would you like me to get for you.”

“We don’t really have a preference. How about you pick one for us,” the stag blurts out before the fox can even open his mouth.

“Hmmm let’s see,” you muse. You scan the array of plushies on the self. There’s anything from a Chucky doll to an out-of-season reindeer.

Your eyes finally land on a pink glimpse tucked behind a ghost and mermaid plush. You go on your tiptoes and pull the plush off the shelf by its tag.

Interesting. It’s a pig. A pink, round-bellied pig wearing a monocle. Part of you contemplates putting it back, not wanting to offer up your twin to these two strangers.

But then again, you’ve already pulled it out and they’re watching your every move. You turn and hold out the pig to them, “here. This is what I’d choose if I were you two.”

“It’s cute,” the fox man says giddily. He plucks the pig right out of your hand and brings it close to his chest.

The stag rolls his eyes and places the token basket in front of you, “Thanks for the extra five tokens. I don’t think-”

“Do you work here everyday?”

The bizarre question stuns you into silence. You look over at the stag who’s bewildered expression must reflect your own.

“I’m so sorry. He’s weird,” the stag stumbles out an apology as he repeatedly elbows his friend.

The fox chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry! Just ignore me. It’s been a long day.”

“I get that,” you nervously laugh. The sudden ringing of your phone draws your attention away from the two men.

“Oops! That’s my alarm. It’s time for me to close the arcade,” you sigh in relief.

“Oh great,” the fox speaks up, “we can walk you out.”

Normally, you would hate it if a random man offered to walk you somewhere….but this is Gotham. And being a young woman in Gotham is the same as walking around with a sign on your head that says ‘please murder me.’

You swallow down your pride, “that’d be great actually. Mind if I grab my things and lock up real quick?”

The two are quick to assure you to take all the time you need. It takes about eight minutes to run around the break room and collect your belongings.

You swing your purse onto your arm and skip out from behind the counter. You briefly introduce yourself and address the two men, “before we head out, what are your names?”

The fox puffs out his chest, “I’m Dick. This thing here is my kid brother, Tim.”

Dick the fox and Tim the stag. Neat.

Tim, previously known as the stag, rolls his eyes. “I prefer Tim and his idiot brother, Dick,” he huffs. The two start to slap each other and bicker over their perceived superiority.

You soften at their interaction, “you guys are lucky. I always wanted a brother.”

Their mini-brawl ceased instantly. Dick and Tim turn to look at you. You can’t read their expressions. Maybe you said something wrong?

“Ok, let’s go! I made you guys wait long enough,” you squeak.

You start to walk towards the exit with Dick and Tim in tow. You hold open the door for them and lock it behind the three of you.

In complete silence, Dick and Tim walk you to your car. It’s a dingy, little thing that looks like it’s five seconds away from combusting.

“This is me. Thanks for keeping me company during closing,” you say gratefully.

Before they can say anything, you speak once more, “I work here every Tuesday through Thursday. The rest of the week I’m in class.”

You’re not sure why you shared so much information. Maybe the only child in you got carried away by the sibling bond the two share.

Nevertheless, they seem relieved at your answer. “Perfect,” Dick responds, “we’ll be sure to come back with some more family.”

You nod appreciatively and climb into the driver’s seat. You roll down your window and wave bye to the pair as you exit the arcade parking lot.

You can see them waving back to you in your rear view mirror. You drive away feeling content. This might be the start of a beautiful friendship.

What you didn’t see was the tracker that Tim subtly threw into your backseat. Or Dick taking a picture of your license plate. Or the deluxe sports car tucked away in the corner of the parking lot.

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Extra notes: I’m so excited to continue this fic

Tag list:

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elodieunderglass · 4 months ago

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Elodie, have you watched or been watching the guy who is kayaking from source to sea along the thames? I think it's been pretty neat, but he's also encountered so many swans and I think of you

In reference to Ed Pratt, Guy who is navigating the Thames without leaving it, in a rather damp way

https://youtu.be/xyrjjsgDZc4?si=hybZ_3j_gEXmXo47

youtube

I have not, so I put it on and have watched about 10 minutes so far and Dr Glass came in and made the faint spitting noises of a cat catching itself in a mirror.

If Dr Glass was:

Fifteen years younger (dr glass is old as balls)

65% more posh (dr glass is normal)

30% Taller (this guy is a beanpole, dr glass is emphatically Not)

Born & raised about 15 miles away from where he was born

30% more Chill Vibes (dr glass has a sort of jaunty cynicism or something idk, it’s why I call him ‘beleaguered’ and a ‘stressful little man’)

10% more prone to stupidity (see above: posh school adventure boys of the West Country vs working class adventure boys of the West Country)

78% less good at swans (dr glass is actually good at dealing with swans)

Vastly different ideas of camping food (Pratt is happy with Slop)

Then it would be really really hard to tell them apart. Bread coloured curls. Glasses. Eye laugh lines that go around the cheekbone. Faint air of pleased bewilderment, talking nonsense and submerging selves in bits of river. CLEARLY have both done the Devizes to Westminster race. CLEARLY have done Duke of Edinburghs. CLEARLY West Country adventure boys. Internal conviction that it’s a pleasant day to hack insanely across country and sleep under someone else’s tree. Trespassing merrily in white boy way. Rabbiting about some piece of camping gear indistinguishable from other piece of blue nylon item.

Within a few seconds, with narrowed eyes, dr glass had furiously and accurately pegged the guy’s private school.

This is funny as fuck right now thank you.

#dr glass lore reveals #tall dr glass with posh accent is causing me damage actually. thanks

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theexaltedbride · 3 months ago

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Possessive White Rabbit X Human Reader. (GN).

Your relationship with Rabbit is an unconventional one. But he puts forth a real effort to be a good partner for you. He takes time to leave you messages, asks you about your day, tried to remember the things you like, and never misses a chance to hold your hand or sneak a quick kiss to your cheek.

But sometimes it feels as if Rabbit is almost paying too much attention. As if he watches you at all times, even when he's not around. Other times, you could swear you saw him in the distance, watching you, when you knew he was supposed to be on Makai doing his work.

-Rabbit gives you space, but he always likes to know where you are at any given moment. If you miss a call he will keep calling or texting until you respond. A few times he's even switched to burner phones to see if you were ignoring him on purpose. If you don't contact him within half an hour he will start making plans to go and check on you. If an hour passes and you don't respond he will start moving towards you. He's surprised you many times by how quickly he can get to you when he needs to check on you.

-Rabbit is looking into how to disguise himself as human. Just so he can watch over you when he's not busy with his work. It's a dangerous world out there. What better 'guardian angel' could his precious human ask for, than a real demon?

-He'd probably get a mimic demon to follow you, but he doesn't trust them enough with your safety.

-Rabbit is much more tech savy than you realized, perhaps even more than you. He's purchased (or probably stolen) things which you have been looking up online and considered actually buying but didn't have the money for. You're starting to suspect he knows what calls you are making on your cellphone and to whom.

-Rabbit would likely want you to stay with him on Makai, but its far too dangerous. So he's started working on a more permanent hideout on Earth where he can conduct his business while also keeping you safe near him in comfort and forever under his watchful eye or of those loyal to him. The refugee Makaians would even help, because Rabbit is always in such a better mood (and less intense) whenever you're around.

-If Rabbit succeeds in building his new safehouse and bringing you there, the upper floors will become a plush prison for you, where Rabbit lives with you and does much of his work. If his obsession grows, he may give explicit orders to Makaians who live under his protection to never let you leave it without an escort or without him by your side.

-An Ex of yours who kept trying to reach out to you about getting back together has suddenly found themselves busy with their car going missing, and Rabbit came back with a lot more cash than usual.

-Your boss had an accident after you complained to Rabbit once. He says he had nothing to do with it. Can you really be sure?

-You know for sure a local gang was killed by Rabbit because they were far too close to where you live. Rabbit probably considers it 'protecting his territory', but you were never evne threatened by them

- You never have to fear Rabbit raising a hand to hurt you. He won't. The worst he will do is pull you around by your arm or lock you in a room for a little while.

"Why would I ever hurt you? You're mine. I don't break things that belong to me. I break what belongs to other people."

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Couple's Music.

-"You're Mine." Disturbed.

-"An Unhealthy Obsession" - Blake Robinson

#white rabbit x reader #dmc rabbit #canon x reader #devil may cry rabbit x reader #devil may cry white rabbit #devil may cry netflix #devil may cry x reader #dmc rabbit x reader #dmc x reader

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viperbunnies · 7 months ago

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"Nothing good ever comes out when I start hoping... but maybe just a little bit."

[Thank you to @.unfinished-projects-galore , @.ai-kan1 and @.stestylius-arts for the assets! Thank you as well to @jovieinramshackle for giving me the inspo to finally start on this, and to @crystallizsch , @angelwishess and @twstgo whose oc intros I took inspo for the layout 🫶]

An outlier from the school, due to his situation he was home-schooled for the majority of his first year. They have decided to accompany the Ramshackle prefect in their daily endeavors, serving as a guide and as a companion in the worn-down dorm.

BASIC INFO.

NAME: Oswald "Oz" Damarys BIRTHNAME: ???? ??????? ALIAS: Oz, Ozzie, Flashlight Fish (Floyd), Monsieur Porcelaine (Rook) Shortie-senpai (Yuudai) AGE: 17 BIRTHDATE: August 26 HEIGHT: 154 cm SPECIES: Half-human half beastmen GENDER: Demi-boy (Uses they/he and masc titles) ORIENTATION: Demisexual ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral MBTI: ISFP Voice claim: Here! (Stc)

LIKES: Stargazy pie, Seafood in general, Acrobatics, Crochet, Art in general, Reading, Fairytales, Music boxes, Classical Music, Card games, Mystery books, Sightseeing, DISLIKES:Wishmaking, Shooting stars, Crowded places, Performing, Being observed, People touching his birthmark, His "Luck", Basketballs

Unique Magic Your Next Line is! [ Flash Forward ] — "An indisputable future is what I see... Your Next Line is!" Oswald is able to take a peek into someone's future as long as they keep contact with his pearly white eye. It can be anything from 5 seconds from now or a day later - This visions manifests like rolls of film - Lately It appears his unique magic is going haywire, showing him visions without the need of eye contact. (They aren't pleasant visions)

TRAITS + Easy-going; Flexible; Warm; Appreciative = Tolerant; Perceptive; Witty; Impartial - Overworker; Indecisive; Reliant; Worrisome

BRIEF OVERVIEW (STC)

Oz is a man of many tricks; he was raised to entertain the audience, which is why he is great at lightening up the mood of the room. The many tricks he can do reminds others of a puppy trained on how to play dead, or shake hands. Despite that, Oz actually struggles in actually expressing the his true feelings— used to being the brunt of many jokes growing up, he believes that he is simply a puppet used for the entertainment of others. He sees himself as a hollow doll with no real personality, only meant for display. He is confused about who his truly is, used to what others want to see and not what he wants to show. Slowly, he is realizing that he is merely human, and that he should live for his own sake. (Old info from my notes)

TIDBITS

Random Facts - Part-beastmen, specifically a rabbit beastmen but he lacks actual features aside for his tail that was cauterized off when he was younger - He doesn't look the part but he also likes getting into shenanigans, sometimes instigating Yuu and Adeuce with the pranks they do (No one really believes the trio when they say it was Oz's idea) - He's double jointed which is helpful with his Acrobatic hobby. - Love language is gift giving, and has a tendency to make crochets for other people. They're typically things that remind them of the other. - Has a lot of birthmarks on his face, but he started to cover them with foundation after Floyd made fun of it. - Has a terrible sense of direction so he gets lost easily, but he'd like to travel around the world someday. - He has terrible luck, and while he doesn't believe in superstitions he began to be wary about them. Doesn't want to get knocked out unconscious by a basketball whenever he passes by the gym. - Doesn't really mind being called Oswald, but he associated that to whenever he'd get scolded... so Oz is his more go to nickname.

TYPING QUIRK: - His friend got him into using Kaomojis, he likes the ones with bunny ears. - Likes sending voice messages to get his point across. - Usually types in sentence cases, (although when he isn't feeling well he types in lower cases) SPEAKING QUIRK: - Uses a lot of onomatopoeia to describe unknown things. - Speaks firmly when he feels strong emotions. - Sometimes bites his tongue when he rambles, or not focused. BEHAVIOURAL QUIRKS: - Nose has a tendency to twitch when he’s interested, or irritated. - He also unconsciously thumps his foot when he’s annoyed.

RELATIONSHIPS (WIP)

(Might put a brief overview on their more notable relationships in the future!) Note: - Main Oc x Canon is with Jamil (ignore that pink on silver and jade) - Divus is his foster parent

PNGS BELOW:

p∀ƎH ⅄W NI פNIH┴ƎWOS SI ƎɹƎH┴

#twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc intro #oz damarys #taters doodles #taters kid #someday i'll drop his dorm uniform #l...long overdue still under construction ngl #been doublechecking the grammar all day help #i hope this is somewhat comprehensive hshs #yeah his unique magic is a jojo’s reference 😭#gonna try and make a more detailed infosheet for his hair #cause even i get confused

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months ago

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Can you do a part 2 of your Devil May cry white rabbit with the reasonable demon hunter? (The first one got me really shipping them!) Or maybe another idea of a good demon hunter who’s secretly really rich. Like a political or royal family. They actually have property in the country side and some of the demons they save live there away from everyone. The white rabbit finds out about a rumor of a “sanctuary”.

i'm going to combined the two becuase why not, and its easier.

it had been a while since you and rabbit had been aware of one another, exchanging pleasentries with one another whenever you so happened to be within the same area, which had gone from short sentences to somewhat flirty compliments.

however there was something that you had kept hidden from even him, the fact that you had come from a well off family, a family that had unfortunetly passed on and had left everything to you in their will.

this included a massive house within the countryside, far away from the conflict and far off the gride for DARKCOM to bother looking into. it had enough rooms big enough to accomidate several familes that it felt too lonely for you to have all to yourself.

so while you trained to be a demon hunter, you vowed to make good use of the house and made it into a safe haven for demons who only wanted peace, a place to raise their own without fear, and you made good on that promise by using your contacts to others who were more then willing to help demons pass through to the countryside house safetly.

the idea was still very much new, but it had seemed to work a treat for you as whenever you went to the house, you were greeted by familes of demons who were happy to be away from conflict and appreciating the large open backyard, one that had blossom trees and weeping willows amongst blooming bushes of wildflowers that gave the air a sweet, welcoming smell.

you waved off their thanks and said. 'i only want to help, and i'm thankful for having the resources to do that and exacute it, so please the last thing i want is to be thanked. besides this hosue deserves life within it's walls then one lonely one.' before leaving them to continue your work in helping demons journey to what was now called the safe haven.

but soon enough word began to spread within the realm of demons of the safe haven, and soon it had caught rabbit's ears as they eaglerly talked about a place where demons could live without DARKCOM breathing down their necks.

so naturally rabbit went to the only person whom he knew could offer some light in this situation: you.

'hello handsome,' you said as you caught sight of the well dressed gentleman, 'what brings you here?'

rabbit smiles, taking a sip from the tea he had made for you both as you now sat across the table from one another. 'i've heard rumours of a saccred house within the countryside, a safe haven for demons away from DARKCOM and any other hostile demons, heard anything about it?'

you sighed as you put down your teacup, smiling softly, 'and what if i have?'

'i merely wish to know if such a thing exists, i don't want to give my people hope in a fairytale should it not be true.' rabbit says as he reaches out to hold your hand, strocking the back of it as you squeezed it reasuringly.

'well you're in luck my handsome man because the safe haven, the house that has been the talk of all demons? it's real and i've seen it.' you leaned forward, smiling wider as you looked into his eyes as they widened ever so slightly, his breath hitching in his throat.

'you have?' you hummed. 'where? when? how?' he asks, finding himself needing even more confirmation from you, never having felt this much hope in his enitre life as he realised that he would blindingly trust your words: a recent discovery that had him a little taken aback before growing comfortable with letting you into his heart.

'well, it's a house that had been passed down to me from my family a while back,' you began as you kept your eyes on rabbit to read his expressions,'at first i didn't know what to do with it so it was left abandoned. Then everything happed and suddenly i knew what i must do and made it into a shelter, a safe haven for demons who want life away from violence.' you finshed off and as soon as you were, you were swept into a tight embrace as rabbit burrows his head into your neck.

'you never fail to surpise me my dear.' he whispered as he felt himself admireing you more, he didn't care that he wasn't privy to the fact that you had come from a well off family, he knew you had your reasons. yet it was the fact that you didn't let that gift go to waste and actively use it for good, unlike most powerful people.

it had only made it more undeniable that rabbit knew there was more to what he felt towards you, he just was skeptical until he gotten to the point where he knew you had no reason to lie or withold anything, unless it was absolutely necessary.

'just trying to help.' you replied, holding him just as tightly back.

'you're incredible my dear, absolutely incredible.' rabbit whispered, content and happy in knowing there was a future for his kind, and it was in thanks to you. 'thank you.' he felt you shrug in his embrace.

'i didn't do it to be thanked, i did it becuase it was the right thing to do.' yo told him as he kissed your forhead, something new that had completely taken you offgaurd for a second, before melting back into his embrace like you were meant to be there.

'i can't let my favourite hunter go without their efforts being acknowledged, be selfish my dear for this moment id yours.' rabbit said.

'then does that mean i can be selfish with you and call you mine all the time then?' you asked in a moment of vulnerability, holding in a breath as you awaited his response, only to feel him rest his forhead against yours as he smiles.

'my dear you can be as selfish with me as you like, for the future is ours to take back, not theirs.' he reassures you.

'it was never theirs to begin with.' you rebuttled. 'never theres to take from demons who didn't participate in the violence and chaos, they deserve a home.'

'and a home is what we will make them.' rabbit replied, looking deep into your eyes, only to see the same determination to make that dream a reality. 'together.' he adds.

'together.' you echoed as you both held your gazes for a prolonged time.

#dmc x reader #dmc imagine #dmc imagines #dmc fanfiction #dmc x you #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry x you #white rabbit imagine #white rabbit x reader #white rabbit imagines #white rabbit dmc #white rabbit devil may cry

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namelessgakusei · 2 months ago

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Extra EP. 1.3 Conflagration

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread.

EP. 1.2 COMBUSTION (prev.)

EP. 2.1 Lead us not into temptation (cont.)

Synopsis: Unbeknownst to you and Dante, there are people plotting to bring the two of you down.

Deep within the Whitehouse gathered various people of authority, united for the same agenda of addressing the strange Vatican City Bombing. Dr. Fisher explains that a network of terrorist demons might be behind the attack, a claim immediately questioned by the general of the military, saying that America shouldn't entertain such ridiculous notions. Suddenly, a voice cuts in, defending the doctor's claim.

Vice President Baines turned to the general to his left, the glare accumulated from years of tactical management visible in his face. "I assure you, he is serious."

Dr. Fisher continued his presentation, saying that demons are related but separate from humans when it came to the evolutionary branch, having tested the DNA left on the scene. He explains that they exist and are natives from another universe, a parallel plane to Earth. While the talk about their place of origins continued to escalate, Vice President Baines furrowed his brows, deep in thought.

Mythology exists to explain Reality, said the doctor.

Apparently, there exists an interdimensional rift that acts as a bridge between the two universes, although it has been blocked for millennia by a field of quantum interference. There had been natural disruptions that makes way for demons to pass through, but are unstable enough to only let lesser ones in, enabling them to blend in the crowd. The president sputters and struggles to keep up, asking what this all means.

"Which means the big demons are stuck on the other side." Dr. Fisher nods. When asked about his employer, the presentation changed to reveal the organization. "Dark Realm Command." The bright red color contrasted the black screen as the insignia reveals the rest of the name. "DARKCOM, as our PR department insists we call it."

"DARKCOM is an independent dimensional security firm, funded by private investments, such as my own." Baines' voice made everyone shift to his direction, understanding well on who has the real power within the room. The lull in the room was broken by a hurried employee who insists on making everyone see the contents of the tape he delivered.

The screen plays the last moments of the group of criminals who raided the Vatican City Museum, revealing the culprit behind the attack, the White Rabbit. He spoke of a name, Sparda, as he marvels at the sword. This ignites the curiosity of the doctor, having heard the name before. But what soon followed in the feed was the brutal deaths of the men and the Rabbit's taunting words. "The gates of Hell will open soon enough."

"To any sapiens wishing to join the celebration," It's clear that the Rabbit planned for this video to be found, as it's like he's speaking directly to the leaders of America. "If you want to catch a rabbit, find the hunter."

"Hope to see you all there♡"

The thief screamed in agony as the Rabbit continuously stabbed him, laughing manically as the man dies.

The president staggered to get up on his feet, still shaken from what he saw, saying that this is all too much to deal with. Baines assured him that this is all real. Hell is real. And this is the start of the Holy War that Humanity should win.

"I believe the demon is toying with us." Dr. Fisher's expression hardened, nodding to the executives in front of him. "Giving us a clue to its next move. We need to figure out who this hunter is, which can only mean..."

"A Demon Hunter."

Baines' posture straightened up as he barks a command, voice low like a storm about to hit. "Find every demon hunter you can. And bring them to me."

Paranormal offices were raided, hunters were captured, beaten up if they resist, as they were all brought together in interrogation rooms. Frauds were weeded out from actual hunters, but it didn't saved them from getting hurt here and there. No matter how much they fight, they were always asked the same thing.

Do you know the White Rabbit?

Finally someone spoke up. A man, tanned with dyed blond hair, asked for a cigarette in exchange for his information. He said he knows a guy, a broker for demon hunters and mercenaries, a hustler who feeds off the bottom of the bottom feeders. "Last time I saw him, he told me how he'd set up this job for a talking bunny."

"I didn't give him much thought, coming from a serial liar and a drunk." The chained up demon hunter smirked at the other side of the one way glass.

"But maybe he wasn't lying." And perhaps he wasn't, and if it adds up, it means the White Rabbit was operating in New York. "Give me a name." Baines glared back, although he knew that the man can't see him from the other side of the glass.

The club was crashed in by a SWAT unit, their black uniforms completely out of place under the colorful lighting, demanding the whereabouts of Enzo Ferino. People screamed in surprise but didn't budged, either too high or drunk to care, but their target wasn't. Enzo jumped over a table and bolted upon seeing the cops, passing through the dancing crowd, who weren't too pleased by his hurried movements.

He thought he was safe when the fire exit was on his sight, cackling at his escape from imprisonment once again, only to get a door slammed to his face. The staff member gaped as Enzo was apprehended.

Enzo woke up with a start, handcuffs on his wrists and an electric shock clip about to get connected to his skin. "Before we start, you should know that I'll tell you anything you ask me about any subject!" He sputtered, narrowly avoiding getting electrocuted. That seemed to work, as the clip was withdrawn, but it didn't stopped the information broker to try and get the situation "under his control". "Now, let's talk compensation—"

The clip was nearly shoved to his face.

"Alright, I'll do it for free! You guys should really learn how to negotiate properly."

"Tell us about the White Rabbit." Baines' voice boomed from the speaker. Enzo chuckled and started recalling the events of their meeting. "He showed up at my office with a job that needed expediting."

"And that didn't seem strange to you?" Baines looked like he was about to murder someone as he leans closer to the mic. "A six-foot talking rabbit." But it only made Enzo scoff, saying that in his line of work, it's only a slow Tuesday. "Some demons making noise over on the west side that he wanted clipped. Calling too much attention to themselves and whatnot."

"Why? What did it mattered to him?"

"Y'know, I saw the price he was offering and I must've forgot to ask." Enzo shrugged and grinned. "One thing about it that struck me as funny is that, he has a particular demon hunter he wanted me to hire." He grimaced, shivering at the memory. "Wouldn't take anyone else."

"Who?"

"Kid named Dante."

Enzo frowned after that, saying that he's a sweet kid. "Bit of a troubled past, though. You know how it is, Dad not around. Mom and twin brother brutally murdered by demons. Y'know, that sort of thing." Before grinning again with a, somehow, proud expression. "Got attached to my kid though! They're practically hip to hip! Can't separate them for too long, else they get antsy."

The last part was promptly ignored in favor of digging up information on Dante. Dr. Fisher successfully pulled out his file and began snooping for details they could use. "Dante. Last name unknown." His mugshot was unserious, picking his nose and not standing straight. "Looks like he also works as a standard hired gun. Oh! And if half of what I'm reading here is true, his capabilities are extraordinary."

"What else do we have on him?" Baines frowned while the doctor marveled at what he saw. "Anything that explains the Rabbit's interest?"

"Hmm. It is said here that he always works with another demon hunter regardless of any mission. And he's recorded going AWOL from five separate jobs."

"Why?"

"It just says... Ugh." Dr. Fisher looks disappointed. "Got bored?"

Baines frowned, and asked about the other demon hunter, making the doctor pull out another file. Dr. Fisher's eyes widened at your document, there you stood properly for a mugshot photo, only glaring too much at the camera.

[Demon Hunter PII]

Name: (Y/N)

DoB: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Address: 862 Divine Street, Brooklyn, NY, 11206

Sex: [redacted]

Nationality: Unknown

H: [redacted]

W: [redacted]

EC: [redacted]

HC: [redacted]

Skin: [redacted]

Prof: Hunting High Ranking Demons

[Document Title]

Demon Hunting Evaluation Report

[Subject]

Name: (Y/N)

Occupation: Mercenary, Demon Hunter, Information Broker

Affiliated Group: None

[Overview]

This report serves to outline the evaluation of (Y/N), a demon-hunting mercenary and information broker, in both their job performance and comprehensive performance.

[Contents]

- Successfully completed every mission using a variety of self-made guns inside their briefcase.

- Capable of dealing with multiple enemies alone with their physical ability and agility.

- Always accompanied with the Demon Hunter, Dante and vice versa.

- Often acts as a mediator between Dante and their team mates, keeping him in line and solving conflicts before it arises.

- Their great combat skills and quick thinking are well-acknowledged, but their mutual reliance to Dante showcases their codependency.

[Combat Experience & Skills]

- 10+ years of being an information broker

- 5+ years of demon-hunting experience

- Has an excellent reputation in the black market and the demon hunter community.

- Experienced in battles with various types of demons; specializes in tracking and documenting demons.

- Highly skilled in marksmanship and weaponsmithing.

- Outstanding crisis management ability in dangerous situations and great tactical knowledge

- Skillful with military weapons and firearms, creates makeshift weapons within record time.

- Specializes in close-combat.

[Personality]

- Level-headed and cautious

- Confident in their ability and power

- Constantly seen bickering with Dante, even in dangerous situations, but compliments each other in combat.

- Can be flexible and work together as a team to complete missions, but usually works with Dante.

- Sharp and observant.

[Remarks]

Unauthorized access to classified missions.

Reason: DANTE GOT BORED AND I WAS CURIOUS. Y'KNOW, OLD HABITS DIE HARD.

*Assumed to be referring to their occupation as a broker, further investigation is due to find out if there will be a leak.

[Evaluation Report]

Mercenary (Y/N) demonstrates distinguished demon-hunting abilities. However, they need to be able to operate independently.

Further caution needs to be exercised when interacting with them due to their tendency to dig into your background.

"This is quite the combination." The doctor beamed. "This must be the kid that Mr. Ferino talked about. If they are really attached to each other..."

"We could use them to lure Dante out." Baines narrowed his eyes towards your picture.

"I heard a rumor once about demons who were too powerful to cross over, so they learned how to project their consciousness into our world and possess stuff, poltergeist-style." Enzo's warden was the unfortunate victim of his ranting. "You ask me, that's what this White Rabbit is. A possessed kid's toy." The broker grins towards the speaker, which replies to him with—

"I didn't asked."

"Look, look, look, that's all I know. If you're after his location, I can't help you. I only saw him once." Enzo shrugged and groaned, but Baines assured him that they already know where to look, as a man with a rabbit head can only avoid surveillance for so long. This made the broker scoff, saying that there won't be any survivors even if they send a team. But Baines replied with a cold voice.

"There was only one."

Before he sighed over the mic, asking of what he knows about the Sword of Sparda. Enzo tried retelling the tale that everyone knows, about the demon that rebelled against his own kind and sided with humanity, but the vice president cut him off, demanding him to give new information. This made the broker raise a brow but nonetheless complied, having no choice, as he reveals the existence of an amulet. The doctor immediately went to work and realized that it was the missing piece of the puzzle, that it was the transmitter that enabled the separation of the two worlds and while the demon technology is medieval, their understanding of the quantum principles is far more advanced than Humanity in its current era.

But Enzo said that the amulet was split into two, so there will be no way for the realms to be open to each other without limit; so long as the amulet remains broken, so will Armageddon remain as just a myth. It didn't stopped the doctor from listing out the worse possible scenarios, however, before being silenced by Baines, saying that they won't let it happen as it is the DARKCOM's purpose.

Their divine charge.

To be the last line of defense against the Inferno.

The Vice President mulled over the fact that the Rabbit already have the first half of the amulet, only for the door to swing open, with a jittery soldier coming out of it. It's the survivor, the doctor says, Anders from the J-Squad. The soldier insists on having sensitive information that he just had to say it directly to Baines, concerning the Rabbit and the end of the world.

"I heard the Rabbit say something after he'd done this. He was pissed off, furious, sir. He knows where the other half of the amulet is, and he tried to get it back already. But his plan failed."

"He's gonna try again. Soon."

Baines narrowed his eyes at Anders, inquiring more of the plan that the Rabbit said. But the soldier shook his head, saying that he doesn't know that much, only something about hiring someone for a set-up job. "Whoever it was, that's who has the other piece, sir."

Realization dawned to both Baines and Dr. Fisher as they both turned to the yawning Enzo.

"Dante."

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yuurei20 · 10 months ago

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Hi YuuRei! I was revisiting some of your past videos, and when I was watching your video on how Trey was changed in the English version, I was reminded of something that I saw a fan point out once upon time. In the Japanese version, during Riddle’s Overblot fight, Cater’s character model has red colored eyes rather than green. I was curious if you knew more about that? Thank you!

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

Yes yes, it seems that this is very true!

While looking around for possible information I discovered a twstsoku thread on this very topic, full of people reminiscing about the little visual changes that the game experienced in its early days, and this was one of them! ^^

Someone points out that there are actually illustrations of Cater with red eyes in the Magical Archives Game Guide, and I can confirm that that is true as well!

There are two drawings--one of Cater in his labwear and one in his gym uniform--where his eyes are red instead of green. So it seems that his character design may have had originally red eyes, and the change to green was made fairly late in the development process!

(His eye color has since been corrected to green.)

For a personal theory, Yana has mentioned something about early-Cater before: he wasn't supposed to be human!

"Cater was a beastman, there was a character based on a white rabbit motif, and so on…" - Toboso Yana (Magical Archives Game Guide (2020))

She does not say that Cater was going to be the white rabbit character, just that a white rabbit character existed and Cater was also a beast-person, but I wonder: that unnamed white rabbit character, was it originally Cater? 👀 Is that why is eyes were red in early stages of development?

But then I discovered another theory:

Back in 2020, two weeks after the game was released, user kozue_pixiv writes:

"Are you all familiar with a gemstone called Alexandrite? It's a stone that changes color depending on light wavelengths, and it's known as 'the emerald by day' and 'the ruby by night.' Is there a connection? Are his eyes changing from green to red inspired by Alexandrite? Are his eyes gemstones? After thinking about it so much I realized, Cater-senpai is from the Land of Pyroxene. It's perfect… Come to think of it, he is from the Land of Pyroxene and his family name is Diamond--that’s really well thought out. Among the four suits in a deck of cards, only diamonds are gemstones, so maybe it was intentional… Hmm, I wonder… Since he’s the only one in Heartslabyul from a different country, I might be overthinking it, but isn’t it interesting that everyone from the Land of Pyroxene are in different dorms?"

And another point in favor of "the character named 'diamond' has eyes that change in the light' theory? In Cater's ceremonial robes groovy, he originally had gold-colored eyes!

Interesting!! 👀📝

#twstask #Twisted Wonderland #Cater Diamond

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forsaken-headcanons · 30 days ago

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I've been saving a very long list since the ask boxes were closed

-Guest 666's body is 99% fluff

-Mafioso still watches MLP

-Mafioso is the kinda person who touches their face a lot, he hates having facial hair because it gets in the way of touching plus sensory issues, feels too weird

-Chance likes DND because of the dice and rolling randomly for every action to determine the outcome

-you know the one post of the cat in a shark hat saying they got it for the cat because it kept biting? That but 007n7 getting C00lkidd a shark onesie

-guest 1337 likes shadowboxing idk how to explain it

-Jason is the most aroace of all aroace to exist, the walking definition

-Objectum C00lkidd, not in a weird or fetish way, he just loves his toys in a very different way than most people (totally not projecting about my childhood toy sword)

-After Forsaken Elliot just blacklists everyone from the pizza place, all killers, all survivors, all NPCs

-C00lkidd catches birds with his bare hands and lets them go inside the house/school/builder brothers pizza

-Taph reads an expiration date and sees that something is several years expired but still eats it then wonders why his stomach hurts

-iTrapped has serious beef with Spade for no reason, it's very one-sided (since Spade is literally a rabbit)

-Noob and iTrapped are distant cousins, they haven't met though

-I don't remember if I sent in this one already or not, it would have been a while ago if I did, the specter subtly influenced how the people who were Forsakened from dying ended up dead. An example being how iTrapped had already been planning to kill Chance for a while but kept watching his plans fall apart so the specter influenced him to just kill him with the sword instead of trying to make it look like an accident or causing C00lkidd to become much more violent than usual and killing both Noob and Elliot

-Spade is registered as an emotional support animal

-Shed is never invited to movie night because he always complains through the entire thing and nit-picks even the smallest details

-1x1x1x1 has old person hobbies like crochet and feeding pigeons

-idk if there's a cannon way 1x1x1x1 got forsakend yet but if not here's my head cannon. So she used to look like the actual 1x account, white and green, round head, bald, etc. He got an injury playing around with Shesletsky's venomshank but didn't want to tell Shed about it since they didn't feel like getting scolded for doing something dumb and hid it. The injery became infected and caused him to become really ill, slowly changing her physical appearance to the current 1x look but also becoming fatally ill from it so the specter snatched up their soul as he was dying as specter does with everyone else

-I don't like that everyone characterizes Elliot as this kinda petty and mean dude when the source Elliot (that's what I call the original/work at a pizza place mascot version) is just this big sweetheart who's honestly too friendly so instead of having him being this always tired and angry dude I headcannon that he's basically the Bret (from inside job) of the group, he's way too happy about going along with whatever the others want, he just doesn't feel safe around 007n7 so he distances himself. He's not trying to outcast him or be actively harmful, he just wants to stay away after the trauma 7n7 caused him, the other survivors just took it too far in outcasting him

-Bluudud has really cold breath, idk how to explain it, but like normally breath is warm but his is really cold when he breathes out. You know how in winter when it's cold enough you breathe out steam, he does that in the summer instead since his mouth is cold and the air is warm. This was kinda a crappy explanation but it's the best way I could think of it

-for robloxians aging is voluntary, they can choose to stay young forever or get older, that's why most people look the same or at least very similar to the past, they choose whether or not to get older and they can even choose to get younger if they want

-1x1x1x1 acting like a bird is one of my favorite headcannons, he builds nests and leaves them everywhere, there's at least 3 in his room alone and many more around the killers cabins, she even puts them in the other killers rooms

-TwoTime has never seen a car before, if they were to see one they would immediately be terrified

-C00lkidd has chronic pain and doesn't even realize, he thinks it's normal to wake up feeling like your bones and muscle just don't work for the first 5-10ish minutes of being awake

-C00lkidd is in special education, he's a bit more independent than other students but he has a really hard time with regular classes

-Chance laughs really loud, like loud enough to get him kicked out of public places for being too loud

-1x1x1x1 talks to Shedletsky the same way Nicole (class of 09) talks to her mom

-1x1x1x1 can't read

-you know how in Steven Universe blue diamond can make other gems cry just by being there? Well 1x1x1x1 has a similar effect of survivors but anger, whenever they're near him they feel an overwhelming sense of hatred for their situations and sometimes even each other

-1x1x1x1 has episodes of age regression, often acting even younger than C00lkidd

(idk why so many of these have been about 1x1x1x1)

-C00lkidd is the one child who has a crush of the week, it's someone different every couple of days. He will just randomly choose one of the survivors (besides his dad obviously) to be that person. This is obviously not in a proship way, just a silly kid choosing a random person every so often to target next round lol

Strange green bug anon 🙃

oh my god chance liking dnd is so fucking real. he'd play himself in every campaign TRUST

the objectum part for c00lkidd is so real holy shit?? hell yeah. yoinking some o these teehee. also punching shed bc those kinds of people in movie nights are NOT fun grrr /silly

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rayveneyed · 11 months ago

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continuation of this au

cw: mentions of cheating/infidelity/disloyalty; vague allusions to sex

“so, like, what’s his deal?”

two months into your relationship with sukuna ryomen, you’re personal-assistant-turned-friend carries a bouquet of a hundred red roses into your dressing room. they’re so large that they eclipse her entire top half, and she pants as she sets them down on the table, cursing to herself.

it’s the first night of your mini-tour, your first performance in a good few months, and you don’t bother pretending that the sight of the flowers doesn’t soothe your nerves immediately. there’s a little note attached to the pale-blue cellophane that hugs the flowers; in his chicken-scratch, a love letter. i already know you’ll knock it out of the park. blow their minds, baby.

you read it over and over again, mind flitting between the set list for the night and where you’d been just days earlier — in his home, in his bed, in his arms. he’d sent you off well and truly satisfied, called you almost every day since, and hadn’t missed a single good morning text. and now, this. you fight a swoon.

hair laid — 1940s pin curls — and makeup done (a deep, oxblood red lip, really selling the whole vintage aesthetic), you lift your head to peer at her in the mirror. karmen really would kill you if you got foundation on your neckline — the first dress of the concert is white, glimmering with rhinestones and embroidery, a more virginal jessica rabbit moment. you force yourself to hold your chin up and away from it. “hm?”

“you know.” unscrewing the lid of her water bottle, nina waves it in a vague shape in front of her. “sukuna. ryomen, that is.”

“is there any other?” you joke. she sends you perhaps the most unimpressed look she’s ever bequeathed you with.

“i just never thought he’d be your type,” she continues, casual. “like, real oil and water vibes. i don’t know. but the roses are a nice touch.”

you hum. you’ve known her long enough to not take offence to most of what nina says -- she's wonderfully blunt, and you value that greatly. instead, you pick up your phone and open the camera app, zooming in and out to snap a couple of pictures of your flowers. exposure up, down, up, down -- should you take one at an angle? “oil and water?”

“yeah, i guess." there's a moment of silence, and then: "like — you’re always talking about how you wanna settle down and get married and, like, be loyal to someone, y'know? and he’s just — look, i’m not saying that he’s not loyal to you, i’m just—”

she makes a noise of frustration, and you snort. "he's just, like, a little bit of a whore, right? sorry, i don't mean to be mean -- but has he had a serious relationship in the past 10 years? and all of a sudden he’s talking about you to anyone who will listen — allegedly. allegedly.” she pauses. “how are you taking this so lightly? i'm literally bagging on your man."

finally, you set your phone down, and actually take a second to heed her words.

in truth, you had been extremely cautious when sukuna first showed an interest in you -- sat beside each other at a fashion show, never having met before. you'd be stupid to call it mere coincidence -- nothing in this industry ever really is, and the organisers had definitely gotten the photo op moment they'd hoped for. you're almost 100% sure they hadn't expected for him to stare at you like an idiot, or for you to shoot him your most demure smile, or for the actor to pull out his most casanova-esque moves.

you're not stupid, and what nina says isn't wrong. you're not into hooking up, or one night stands, or being another notch on someone's bedpost -- you weren't before you got famous, and you sure as hell aren't now, when there are cameras around every corner and gossips at every table. and sukuna isn't exactly known for his long-standing relationships or his monogamy -- it's almost like a rite of passage, you think, for a girl to have a shadowy nightclub picture taken with sukuna. if not a shadowy nightclub picture, then a steamy pool shot, or a sensual beach picture, with his hands up her t-shirt and her's down his pants.

despite his general bad-boy appearances in the media, you'd heard that he was quite… kind, if that’s the word. brash, but kind. a little hardheaded, but hard-working, and not too difficult to work with. you've met music video directors that had sung his praises and trusted producers that had called him a good friend. maybe that's why you'd spoken to him when you caught him staring, instead of sending him a smile and continuing on.

"is this your first time at a mugler show?" because it had been yours, and you didn't know what else to say. you wouldn't call yourself shy, but you're certainly not the most adept at small talk -- and you're not ugly, but sukuna is intimidatingly pretty for a man. and the tattoos, and the hair, and those smouldering eyes and long lashes...

"not my first,” he'd replied, seemingly unbothered that he had been caught staring. "y’know, i don't think we've met before."

"no, i don't think we have.”

and yet, there’d been no need for introductions. you were both aware that the other knew who you were.

"you, uh — you doin' somethin' after this?" the question had come out of nowhere -- at least, to you it did. what you didn't know is that he'd been repeating the question to himself from the moment he'd sat down beside you. and while his face didn't betray anything -- his jaw set and his eyes in their usual half-lidded state -- if you'd reached out and placed a palm over his chest, his heartbeat would have rabbitted against your hand.

you had allowed yourself a smile, and tilted your head. of course, his reputation proceeded him — but you were nothing if not a risk taker. maybe that’s why, instead of outright denying his invitation, you said: “i don’t do casual, darling. sorry.”

his eyes had been almost piercing. that wasn’t a no. “who said anything about casual?”

you’d quirked an eyebrow. “really? you want to go steady with me?”

“why not?”

“you don’t even know me.”

“i want to.”

and fuck. it wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, leaving the show so openly with him — but you did, arm in arm, and he hadn’t yet broken your trust. perhaps stupid of you, you didn’t believe he would.

“y’know,” you say, snapping out of your memories. you’re back in your dressing room, clutching his card in hand, staring at your reflection. “i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why he suddenly changed his tune. i don’t know why it was with me. and — well, i know he won’t, but if one day he leaves me for some waify scandi model, i’ll know he didn’t really change at all.”

nina nods, slow, like she finally understands. “you’re going in headfirst.”

“yeah, i guess.”

“that shit’s scary.”

“yeah.” you lift the card to your face again, thumb smoothing over where he’d scrawled your name, the little heart where he signed his love. your cheeks feel hot. you know there’s a facetime call waiting for you when you’re back at the hotel, tucked into bed and sleepy. “it’s really not so bad, at the end of the day.”

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sweetbunpura · 6 months ago

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Fellow and Gidel first week in NRC

First week here and Fellow already hated these snot nosed spoiled brats. Sure, he and Gidel had lived on the streets so he had seen his fair share of fights. But the amount of fights to come out of this school in a mere week is absurd. Now, him and Gidel were on their way to get their check-up from the "wacky doctor" Grim had coined earlier. The door to the nurse's office greet them as the fox beastman opens it.

"Hello?"

No one's inside and Fellow thinks the doctor is out until he hears a sound from the backroom. A long haired brown man steps out of the room, white rabbit ears on his head as he carries a few files in his hands. His long speckled white tail pulls the door closed behind him. He also wore a set of dark glasses, which shielded his eyes from Fellow's view.

"Um..."

The man finally noticed him. "Oh, my bad." He tossed the files on his desk. "Are you the two I was told about?"

"Yes. I'm Fellow Honest and this is Gidel."

Gidel waved to him as the man sat down on one of the rolling chairs.

"I'm Howard Chestnut, NRC's Physician. Call me Chestnut."

Physician? Fellow frowned at the word as Chestnut wheeled his way over to a bed.

"I'll start with Gidel first." The beastman adjusted his glasses. "Are you his guardian?"

"Oh, yes."

"Alright." He patted the bed. "Come here, kid."

Gidel seemed hesitate as he hid behind Fellow, the fox beastman sighed and picked him up. He set him on the bed and stood nearby, watching as Chestnut went through the motions of a check-up. Height, weight, blood sample taken, lungs checked up, and the works. Afterwards, Chestnut ruffled Gidel's hair and gave him a lollipop before sending him off. Fellow's tail flicked nervously as the man turned his attention towards him.

"Your turn."

Fellow's shoulders slumped. "Is there anyway to avoid this?"

"You can, but I'm sure you would like the ability to move." He smirks, showing off his sharp canines.

He stares at him and actually takes in more of his features. Bunny ears, snow leopard tail, and sharp teeth. Fellow has heard talk of hybrids before, but had never seen one.

"You're a hybrid Beastman, aren't you?"

"....is that a problem?"

Fellow shivers at the glare he can feel behind those dark lens. "N-No, no problem whatso ever!"

Chestnut proceeds to take all of Fellow's vitals as he goes through the physical, although the fox beastman could've sworn he took his sweet time taking blood from him. Fellow already dislikes him and doesn't want anything more to do with him.

#twisted wonderland #thorn answers #fellow honest #twst oc #twst gidel #twst fic #howard chestnut

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spr1ngpvrinbwunnie · 8 days ago

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🐇🐰 Bunny Teeth William Afton — Headcanon ("What If")

Note: Listen... I know it sounds really silly and impossible- BUT this is just a headcanon I created for fun, just a kind of what if he had! (even though "William has rabbit teeth" has been stuck in my head ever since I saw the fanart 🫠)

✧ William was born with two slightly prominent front teeth—not cartoonishly bucked, but enough that, when he smiles, they catch the light differently. A child might call it "bunny teeth." An adult might quietly notice but feel rude to mention it. It's subtle—but unmistakably there.

✧ He never developed crooked, yellowed, or broken teeth as the fanon sometimes imagines (I don't count that the graphic novel one is canon lol fight me). No—his teeth are near perfect. Clean. White. Straight. Polished. He takes care of them meticulously, with a certain vanity… except for those two, naturally larger front incisors, always just a bit noticeable.

✧ As a boy, he was teased for them. Names like "Rabbit Boy" or "Bucktooth Billy" haunted his school days. Teachers would smile awkwardly when he grinned a little too wide, and neighborhood children would laugh when he chewed pencils down to splinters.

✧ But William? William never forgot. He grew, and so did his cunning. What once was a source of ridicule became a mask. A motif. A symbol. He embraced it, weaponized it. "You think I look like a rabbit? Fine... then I'll become the monster in the rabbit's skin."

✧ His fixation with Springbonnie isn’t just professional, it’s deeply personal. The grin of the suit mirrors his own. His reflection stares back at him through plastic eyes and smiles.

✧ When he's scheming, there's a peculiar way his upper lip quirks, showing those front teeth ever so slightly. A playful flash—predatory, mischievous, wrong.

The man who hides behind masks be it Springbonnie’s grinning façade or the velvet voice of a salesman. Always smiling. Always performing. A predator dressed as prey. A wolf wearing rabbit ears.

Does it not make him more unsettling? More uncanny? Picture it:

A charming businessman leaning forward across the desk, teeth glinting under the dim office light, pitching dreams of pizza and laughter to desperate investors—those two bunny teeth catching the glow like the tip of a blade.

Or worse... standing in the dark corners of the pizzeria, unmoving, except for the glimmer of silver eyes and the ghost of a grin that feels too playful. Too childlike. Too wrong.

✧ When he laughs, a real laugh, not the practiced chuckle he uses in business; it’s sharp, breathy, and those bunny teeth show clear as day. It’s a grin that belongs more to a trickster spirit than a man.

✧ When irritated, he has a habit of gnawing the inside of his cheek, or chewing pen caps, thumbtacks, even the ends of his gloves if nothing else is nearby. Those teeth were made for it.

✧ It’s... actually cute (YES IT IS). You know it. He knows it. And he despises it. Being perceived as cute feels... vulnerable. A crack in the marble statue he’s built around himself.

✧ Yet, in private moments when no mask is needed, when the room lights are dim and the only company is you, he sometimes lets the hardness fall away. His smile softens. The bunny teeth are... endearing. Almost boyish.

✧You might catch yourself calling it cute. Perhaps even teasing him with a nickname like “Bunny,” “Hopper,” or “Nibbles” .And he would respond with a sharp inhale, a glare that barely hides how his ears flush red.

✧ “Say that again... and you’ll regret it.” But the threat rings hollow. His silver eyes flicker with something softer. He likes it more than he admits.

✧ It's no accident he chose the rabbit motif. It’s the shadow of his past, the echo of childhood scars... and his revenge. The bunny mask is a paradox—prey hiding predator. Innocence hiding malevolence. A smile hiding sharp edges. Just like him.

✧ And when he grins inside that suit, those real bunny teeth behind the false ones, it becomes hard to tell where the mask ends and the man begins. Or if it ever does.

✧ Sometimes, when William’s particularly tired, leaning back in his chair at his workbench, he absentmindedly taps his front teeth together. A tiny click-click noise. (Bro is so me fr)

You call him out on it, his eyes narrow, and a faint pink dusts the tip of his nose. “...You saw nothing.”

But when you press a finger under his chin, tip his face up, and call him “My little rabbit,” in a teasing whisper, he doesn’t stop you. He rolls his eyes, huffs... but he leans into the touch like a cat pretending not to care.

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theexaltedbride · 3 months ago

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White Rabbit X Human Reader. (NSFW). (GN).

(Decided to keep this Gender Neutral. But might do gender specific stuff later on.)

-Because of his large ears, he can very clearly hear you whispering his name late at night, or whispering dirty promises to him while you both try to work. It riles him up something fierce when he's trying to hold a meeting or do some work, and to suddenly start hearing you whispering across the room about how much you want to run your tongue along his cock, or fondle his balls, or how you want to ride him till he asks for ice.

He can't respond without risking someone else hearing, but his eyes tell you all you need to know. That intense glare and that hungry smile. He'd drink you the way he drinks his tea, and he's always thirsty for more.

-He tries very hard not to slip up and accidentally call you 'Alice'. But it will happen, and he will apologize over and over once his mind clears up, and get bashful about it. Tease him just right and you might get him to laugh about it. On the flipside, he does like it when you call him your 'Honey Bunny'.

-When the excitement builds too much, he really lets loose on you. His enhanced speed leaves his hips as a blur of motion and the sound of your bodies clapping together like the applause of an audience. He's made a joke about it and waved or even spoken to a nonexistent crowd, like the showman he is and will do so again if you keep laughing or blushing at it. It only became a problem when he spoke so loudly others could hear it and came to check on you both.

-It's a good thing he wears gloves (even in bed, unless you specifically remove them) else he might really scratch you. But perhaps you want that? In truth, he also likes it when you scratch him and might enjoy being pushed by you and pretending that you're stronger than him (just be careful not to break his monocle).

-Favorite position: Doggy, so that he can really go as fast as he wants, but on occasion he does enjoy trying out missionary just so he can see your face and look into your eyes the entire time.

-His deepest fantasy is a kinky domestic life with you. He has issues with the American government and Darkcom (hell, he has issues with just about all of humanity), but the classic americana 50s' ideal of coming home to a humble house, with a white picket fence, his spouse, and some little rabbits of his own appeals to him. It's the opposite of his life on Makai, and he wants it. A happy little household where he can relax after a long day, and spend it with you making love in bed, or fucking wildly like horny rabbits when the kids weren't around. Happy, safe, and going at it like rabbits. What more could he want?

If you ever try to surprise him by pretending to give him that experience you will leave Rabbit speechless, tripping over his own words and unsure of what to say. Which is fine, as you won't need to do much talking that night.

-You can wear his monocle (even in bed) just be sure to give it back. He doesn't need glasses to see, but the monocle helps him read, as one eye is actually worse than the other. (Though you're fairly sure he just wears it for style).

-He's a fan of plunging himself deep into you and filling you with his essence. He likes to claim it's a Rabbit thing, buy you know he's just indulging himself. He likes to watch you walk around with his seed inside of you and from the way he grins and might bite his lip, he's imagining you going about your business with his cum leaking out of you.

-Rabbit has occasionally indulged in some bite play thanks to his teeth, and broken the skin of your shoulder at least once. If you let him, he will taste you more, but he also takes aftercare seriously and will make sure to clean and bandage your bites properly.

-Exploration: The human body is so exotic compared to his own. Rabbit likes to explore you, run his fingertips over your skin, learn the contours of your body, feel your hair, rub your cheeks (and your face too) sometimes he will spend nights just exploring you, and learning all the ins and outs of you so he may better love you.

-Getting caught: You were once caught by some of your Makaian friends in a compromising position with the Rabbit. You had both had a long day, and needed to blow off some steam, so you'd been bent over by the Rabbit over a desk, hands gripping onto papers for timelines and deliveries, your pants down just enough to allow him entry, and his all the yay by his ankles as he showed you just how much stamina a Rabbit could have, his clapping with your ass, his balls swinging wildly, and his hot breath washing over the back of your neck. The door opened behind you both and some unfortunate Makaian was treated to the sight of rabbit's toned, furred ass thrusting back and forth as his runner's legs propelled him back and forth into you.

He barely stopped, just slowing down as much as he needed to in order to turn his head and look at the interlope.

"I'm In a Meeting!" He shouted and pointed for the Makaian to shut the door, which they did by slamming it, and Rabbit immediately went right back to thrusting into you, and noting your deep blush at having been caught like this.

"Honestly, it's not the worst thing people have caught us doing. " He said with a smile, his throat rumbling with a chuckle, before resuming his thrusts and grabbing a firm hold of your hips to set the pace and guide your movements. Each slam of his cock driving home into you would rock the desk beneath you, rattling it and making quite a mess for you both to clean up.

-Getting caught 2: The other time you were both caught was when you were on Earth, getting supplies, samples, and looking for other places to store Makaian refugees. Rabbit can't walk among people the way you can, and so he mostly scouted areas out, and discovered a lovely are for a picnic just past a line of trees in a small town, an open spot where you could both see the sun, and enjoy the beauty of this world, before you began to enjoy one another. Laying with one another in the open air, altering positions, naked and kissed by the sun and the wind, you went at each other like animals...and apparently made enough of a ruckus for someone to call the local donut patrol with a noise complaint. With donut sprinkles still on his beard, the cop had come out of the woods demanding your surrender and how you were both under arrest for public indecency.

The shock of his arrival had sent you and rabbit scrambling back to the portal naked, with rabbit using his clothes to cover his erection, his monocle held between his teeth, and you running after him with all your other belongings, while the overweight cop tried to give chase, but you easily lost him (even if it left Rabbit with the dull ache of Blueballs, which you were more than happy to fix later on).

"Furry freaks! You're supposed to do that at your damn convention hotels." The cop had shouted after you'd lost him. The cop apparently assumed Rabbit was just someone in a fursuit, as Darkcom never received a call about him, and you were still able to use that portal to travel back and forth without issue.

Though the encounter did lead to the uncomfortable experience, of having to explain what a 'Furry' was.

"So, dearest, does that mean you're a furry?" Rabbit had asked with a raised brow.

-Getting Caught 3!: (Okay the Rabbit is into it, at this point you're fairly sure he likes showing off and being watched.) You both had a go at it in an abandoned building while scouting it out, where rabbit pressed you up against the glass, talking about how it would feel to know an entire city was looking at you both, watching you make raucous love to one another, how he wanted them to see, how he could fuck like a real rabbit, when he suddenly stopped and his eyes and head turned about the way he did when scanning for danger.

At first you worried that you were about to be attacked, until you both looked to a team of three window washers on the opposite building across from you, looking straight at you, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

Rabbit didn't miss a beat and waved his hand before calling out to them.

"Hello boys! Enjoying the show!?" He then picked up the pace.

"If we're going to have an audience, we might as well give them something to watch." He laughed and put his all into giving the hapless humans something to remember, changing positions and smiling wide for the camera as one of them pulled out his phone.

There's at least one photo out there of you on your knees for Rabbit, his cock wet with his own cum as he rests it on your lips, while he waves to the camera. Hopefully Darkcom never finds it, else it might boost the rabbit's ego. As if his head wasn't big enough as it is.

-Temptations: Other demons and Makaians have on occasion tried to tempt Rabbit away from you. Why should a human ever be the one to claim the rabbit's heart and lusts? Only another demon or Makaian should have that right, and so they have tried on various moments to tempt him into forgetting you, especially a Succubi who tried a more direct route by directly sitting in his lap when he was alone and working on something.

"Oh, why bother with a silly little earther like them? You could have me instead, I know all the ways men truly lust for others. Be they demon or human, I've left them gasping and begging for water! I can make your balls empty by night's end, every night. I have tricks no human could ever hope to match. I have moves that leave even the strongest of men…breathless." She whispered into his ear, tongue trailing out to lick at him while also trailing a hand down to the opening of his trousers, only to have it grabbed by the wrist and suddenly pulled high by the Rabbit as he glared furiously at them in response.

"I have no breath for you to steal. Nor will you enflame my lust for anyone but my beloved. That said, you have succeeded in trying my patience!"

He was able to shoo them off easily after that, and everyone got the message that he wasn't interested, yet he'd lied. The demon had succeeded in arousing him, but he refocused that desire by sheer force of will towards you.

The entire night was filled with the furious sounds of the rabbit rutting with you like an animal. He would penetrate you over and over again, altering positions, chugging water as soon as he was done only to go back and go again, and even putting his tongue to work on you and showing he was more than happy to reciprocate his pleasure.

-Never Ever: Do not pull on Rabbit's tail too hard. You can stroke it and feel it, but don't squeeze and pull it. He compares it to being hit in the groin and is happy that his tail is small and won't get in the way during fights.

His ears, however? Oh, you can pull on those as hard as you want!

-Never Ever 2: Don't insult yourself for being human, even if you were trying to be kinky. It will make Rabbit sad and even stop mid thrust, he will ask you if you're okay, and try to reassure you that he loves you.

"Was it something I said? I know I can be angry and...say things...but...I'd never hurt you. Never."

-Aftercare: The Rabbit will insist on it in his most gentlemanly fashion. (Did you think his suit and monocle were just for show? He really does like acting the part of a gentleman for you. Its his way of showing he cares about you, and he likes to hold himself to a higher standard whenever he can).

He will fluff your pillow and tuck you into bed with tea ready nearby (your tastes are different but he insists on making it sweet, because sugars and sweeteners are rare on Makai, but you are worth it).

"Sweets, for my sweet."

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