#rabbit answers

[show-me-urt33th]

Bit of a weird kink but what about dominating scentplay?

(Like you're riding me and degrading me and then you shove your armpit in my face and tell me to sniff if I want you to keep going)

૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა a little embarrassed about this one but FUCK yes. That sounds extremely hot.. I've got a huge scent kink and honestly I wish more people took advantage of that. I just.. like people smell.. like if someone did this to me I'd probably immediately be in the brink of cumming no matter what- anyway yeah Fuck yeah.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[cyberabbit]

Hello! I would like to say thank you for supporting Tabieitaken+Hiori (don't know the ship name) You made a post about Otoya and Karasu, how Otoya goes with it and how Karasu would over think everything, in the tags you said they would add Yukimiya and Hiori, I haven't encountered anyone who also likes the square ship(what I call it) so thank you! Have an amazing day!

hi! omg hi hello! you have excellent taste, they're such an underrated rare... not pair, but group?

i LOVE the four of them as a polycule with a whole load of different dynamics, or even as a polycube!

in my self-indulgent au tabieitaken are a polycule, and hiori is karasu's partner but also very close with yukimiya and gets along with otoya great as well. the relationship is also open largely on otoya's part, because that works for him, and hiori likes to have a lot of personal space so couldn't be in a relationship where he has to be everything to his partner.

otoya and karasu met then instantly matched each other's freak, there's nothing more to say about that. they get each other entirely. they easily get mistaken for close best friends, and it doesn't bother them because hell yeah they're that close.

i just think they'd be such a healthy, oddly wholesome group.

[rabbittongues]

((tw: mentions of csa, gr**m*ng and s*x**lization)) hi! been scrolling on this blog for the past hour or so, it’s really comforting, but i have a question—can only csa victims view this blog? i didn’t get sa’d, now or as a child, but i did get gr**m*d and overly s*x**lized by said gr**m*r, so is it alright for me to look at this blog or is it strictly for csa survivors? sorry for the long ask or triggering topics! D: — lucky 🍀

Hi! Welcome, glad you've found it comforting. You're welcome to interact, I don't have any specific DNI's past the usual be a decent person ones. Depending on your definition of csa you might classify as a survivor of it regardless? If you're using the 'a' in to mean abuse then grooming/over sexualization would count as that at least as far as I know. If you have any follow up questions about that welcome to dm me, and if I've overstepped by giving my opinion on that very sorry, you're also welcome to ask me to take this down if you want

[rabbitdarling]

Hey, if you’re still taking asks - 2) Are you outgoing or shy? And, 12) What are your 5 favourite songs right now? Please and thank you! (No worries if you’re not taking them anymore.)❤️

I'm always taking asks 😊 I'm just slow as hell in answering 🤣

2. Outgoing or shy? I'm probably closer to shy than outgoing but I do try to be outgoing when it's needed.

12. What are your top 5 favourite songs?

1. Raindrops by Eurielle

2. Guys my Age by Hey Violet

3. Dandelion by Ruth B.

4. Someone you Loved by Lewis Capaldi

5. Rose Tattoo by Dropkick Murphys

[rabbitthedarkidol]

Do you speak language besides English?

I also speak spanish!

[ditzybat]

jason: you don’t even know what my favorite book is, how could you even stand to call yourself my father if you don’t know me anymore!?

bruce: jay, your favorite is pride and —

tim: the velveteen rabbit.

jason: … i’ve had like two conversations with you outside of murder attempts, how do you know that?

tim: im not an amateur, i took my baby stalker duties very seriously!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny cooked too hard with M.X.E.S,,

[pricegouge]

Omg I have achieved enlightenment: bear!Price while reader wears period underwear... No tampons to hide the blood.......

okay this isn't quite what you asked for but it got carried away lmao

linking the fic cause i haven't written for it in roughly 2k followers whoops

cw: period sex. primal play. mentions of past cannibalism. breeding kink. dubcon kinda, but i assure you bunny is fine. unedited, sorry. MDNI

it's strange how much winter has changed for you, since being with john. when you'd moved back north you'd been looking forward to the snow and the visible changing of the seasons. but then the reality of the cold had set in before you'd even set in yourself and with the hardship came the depression, the general malaise that clings to you like mold in the dark and the damp of the season.

but then your partner had made it explicitly clear that he expected you to hibernate with him and everything about the dark months got easier.

you still miss the sun quite dearly, but not having to spend your whole day locked in an office or something meant you could at least sun bathe in the window on clear days, or bask like a little lizard in front of the army of sun lamps john had gotten you in the weeks before succumbing to his slumber. you'd told him or maybe two would suffice but you'd learned the hard way his animal instincts were hardest to suppress come late fall, his need to pad his apartment with absolutely every amenity either of you could ever dream of needing during the long winter not something he could ignore, no matter how unreasonable. which is how you'd ended up with a collection of no less than ten lamps, though you weren't really complaining come february when you'd not seen the sun properly in so long you were half convinced it was some mass hallucination and you needed the artificial glow injected directly into your veins.

they were set up over the headboard on a timer, a long power strip designed more so for griswald family christmas lights than for in-home use. but john would rather sleep through 15k lumens beamed directly at his head than wake up to find you usually spent your days int he living room so needs must.

he did that sometimes, wake up. it hadn't been something you'd expected so he'd scared the piss out of you the first time he'd lumbered into the living room and barked about getting back to bed. you rarely left his side anymore, only creeping out when absolutely necessary for food or sanitary needs.

when he let you, that was.

you can't budge him. he lays across your chest with such a heavy, dead weight, you'd be concerned about him if not for the deep snores he keeps issuing directly into your ear. at this point it's the only thing that lets you know he's not faking it, either, seeing as you've been actively trying to wake him up for the better part of half an hour.

"john," you pant, shoving at his bicep as you continue to try wriggling out from under him. the bed is too soft, keeps swallowing you deeper into its comfort like quick sand every time you try to squirm away. "john, i have to use the bathroom." your leg escapes the confines first, a false hope for freedom. he snorts when you shift too far away and his hand grips tight around your hip, pulls you with him when he rolls away.

perched half over him, you'd be thrilled with your new position and the escape it promised if not for his eyes fluttering open as you straddle his thigh, embarrassment building when you see his nose twitch instinctively.

"be right back," you promise, but his hands are even more insistent now, keep you pinned to his side with your legs hitched over his hips as he wakes a bit more, base instinct kicking in more quickly than his brain can keep up with.

perhaps that's why his jaw widens over your cheek, breath a hot pant against your skin as his fingers creep up and over your thigh, hitch it impossibly higher until he can brush his fingertips against -

"john, i have to use the rest room," you try to insist, but he growls when you go to pull away, rolling until you're pinned beneath him again.

"bleeding, honey," he grumbles, as if telling you some grave news you were unaware of.

"i know, sorry," you hedge, unsure how he'll feel about the fact the he very likely has period blood on his thighs and fingers now because you hadn't been expecting it for a few more days and had fallen asleep with no protection.

he answers that doubt for you by shoving his own fingers in his mouth, a thick groan leaking between the webs of his fingers at the taste.

oh, right. he's a freak.

"john, i -."

"sh sh sh sh," he murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded and dark when they finally focus on you properly. his hand falls to your hip again, leaves a sticky wet trail across your skin as it glides lower. "just hungry," he supplies by way of explanation, and for the first time since understanding his secret, you worry about the nature of what he means by that.

it's just that he does look like he could eat you right then, maw open and lax as his chest heaves with breath. he's overgrown and unkempt, his beard thick and scraggly. it's late enough into the season that he's lost some mass but it only lends to his voraciousness, draws some prey instinct deep within you to the surface, has you fawning under him as his fingers find your cunt again.

"not gonna hurt you, honey," he promises, but his voice is tight with need and you can't deny him when he's so indigent so you let your legs fall open around him, unflattering pair of plain cotton panties on display.

the air is cold against your pussy, the wetness of your own blood chilling against your skin. john shuffles closer on his knees and you feel the hot length of his cock slot eagerly into the crease of your thigh, his warm, broad palm cupping your cunt through your panties. you try not to pay attention to the way his hand comes away stained. he doesn't let that go to waste either, licking at it almost distractedly as he continues to pull your panties off. he struggles with his own bottoms for a moment, gives up completely when he decides they're out of the way enough, draw string straining around his thick thighs. this winter has been kind to him. or maybe you have - perfect mate, keeping him fed even when he's too lethargic to cook proper meals. he's not lost so much weight this year, his build still absurdly impressive despite the long, slow crawl of the season. he knows it, too, when he's awake and present enough, at least. takes great pride in rubbing his belly and telling you how luck he was to find you.

tonight is no such night, the very concept of the king's own evidently too much for him to tackle, already reduced to grunts and sighs, his breath hot and heavy before you'd even properly begun. last week you'd awoken in an empty bed, found him sitting on the kitchen floor while absolutely ravaging a hock of raw lamb. he'd sounded much the same at the time as he does now, heavy cock slipping between the sticky folds of your pussy.

you sit up enough that you can see over your own tummy, gasp when you see how bloody you already are, red staining his skin and clotting the thick curls at the base of his cock. when he rocks forward, his tip kisses his own belly, staining the fur there too.

"John, we need a towel, at least," you try to reason, leg swinging over his head as you attempt to roll away -

and absolutely freeze in place when john - sweet, sweet john who has never so much as raised his voice at you - snarls and uses your own momentum to pin you on your belly, looming over your back until his breath pants hot against the nape of your neck, voice a low threat against your skin when he asks where you think you're going.

there are some times the actual danger of who, and what, he is hits you like a ton of lead. the way he'd eaten a grown man had certainly been one, the desperation he succumbs to in late fall another. and yet, somehow, you'd never felt at risk in his presence before; always certain that being his mate would keep you safe.

but a bear would fight a prospective mate when challenged.

your palm settles on his thigh before you can really think it through, a soothing touch to counteract the shakiness of your voice as you soothe, "nowhere, baby. i'm right here, hm? right here."

john doesn't even huff in acknowledgement, breath still puffing agitatedly as he begins to nose at the side of your throat. you bare it instinctively, let him drink his fill of your scent, parse through it so he can find his own among the notes - his bed, his home, his mate.

he's still eerily silent when he settles his weight over top of you , cock still hard and sticky with blood when it slots between your cheeks.

"John -?" you start, unsure really what you plan to say. stutter out anyway when he growls in warning, lets his teeth scrape over the knob of your atlas vertebrae. his voice is tinged with something dark and inhuman when he pulls away, just enough you can still feel the scrape of his mustache when he speaks.

"just be good for me, rabbit."

you can do little else, pulse hare-footed and nerves so overloaded they can't decide which action to execute first. john does not kiss his way down your spine as he's done so many times before, instead dragging his teeth heavily down your nape, the thick skin there catching and tugging until he hits the collar of his own oversized shirt. he groans, perhaps in approval, the odd mix of yours and his sweat caught between the fibers of cotton. but it seems you're not the only good thing he wants to ruin today, his hands coming up to tear it free from you, one long rip that would hide your surprised gasp if he wasn't so carefully attuned to your weakness, falling back over you with a jumbled mix of predatory snarls and deceptively human coos. "ain't gonna hurt you," he promises, and you risk eye contact enough to peek over your shoulder at him, get your face shoved back into the pillow by a whiskery muzzle pressed much-too hard against your cheek for you effort.

"and what about your bear?" you chirp, wiggling beneath him when he begins to grind his cock against you.

john chuckles, or would, maybe, if he had a better concept of human reactions at the moment. "won't hurt you, either," he asserts, perhaps trying to convince himself because he can't seem to help stretching his maw over the hinge of your jaw even as he says it, wet tongue working over your pulse point when he continues. "he's just gotta eat, 's'all."

he wolfs down your words when you reply too, thumb pressed against the fluttering vein in your throat as he licks your lips. "he gonna eat me?"

john doesn't answer at first, just growls when he reaches down to tilt your hips up, pulls your cheeks apart so he can bury himself between them better. "if you ask nicely."

you envy the lamb.

john's got your hips folded over his own arm, your knees braced wide enough he's wedged his own between your ankles. your arms hold most of your weight, shoulders aching because you can't quite fall forward at this angle, john's thick forearm digging painfully into your tender, crampy belly when you do. at least he hadn't toyed with the lamb like this, didn't drink down its rich blood with wet slurps and satisfied groans. at least the lamb didn't have to bite back soft sighs, squeals of surprise when this beast nipped at it, overeager and toothy.

but it's hard to draw the line at bite marks on your ass when he's so sweet after, tongue laving at the wound as he whines along with you, kisses it better with his lips sealed over your own, pussy fluttering around his hot tongue.

his free hand is just as bad, holding your cheek spread wide for himself with twitching fingers, squeezing divots into your soft flesh which he distracts himself with, pulling away to brush whiskery kisses over them and chuckle darkly when you flinch away, expecting teeth.

you want to tell him to stop playing with his food, are mildly afraid to remind him of the sentiment. "john," you whine instead and he shoves at your hips so hard you flop forward onto the mattress, feel him shuffling up behind you until he straddles your hips.

"said be good, bunny," he growls and his thumbs hurt when he hooks them on either side of your ass, spreads you wide for his inspection. you can feel his cock head bobbing against your cunt, clench around nothing reflexively. he groans when it forces a heavy clot out, reaching down to guide his tip after it, a blood hound nosing around a burrow.

"but john, i -."

he shuts you up with his dick notched up against your entrance, broad head bullying its way past your lips before you're properly ready, aided only by the thick glide of blood and slick.

"rabbits get bred, bunny," he grits, something about the cadence rubbing you wrong, as if he's explaining something very basic to you. "they get bred by their mates. are you gonna be a good little bunny for your mate?"

you'd ignore the cajoling if you could and just wriggle back onto his cock properly. but his grip won't let you, fingers bruising tight upon your hips when you try. "yes, joh - ouch!" you shriek, hand reaching wildly behind you to catch his wrist before he can spank you again. but he's not winding back for another, his big mit kneading at the tender flesh instead. you peer over your shoulder to pout at him again, get distracted by the wild look in his eye and the blood matted in his beard, painted across his cheek. he looks untamed, more bear than man. you remember the crunch of bone between his jaws, the way his other form had stared back you, blood up from his battle, undecided if he wanted to kill you or put a baby in you.

you decide for him, using your grip on his forearm to pull him back up over yourself properly, jaw tilted to lick the blood from his cheek as you beg your mate to breed you.

"good rabbit."

[the-lazy-cat-bakes-souffles]

This season has been absolutely full of rabbits. Akilah cradling rabbits; rabbits surrounding a doomed Ben; rabbits slaughtered repeatedly onscreen. We know there’s a strong symbolic link between Jackie and rabbits in Yellowjackets, but an important distinction is that they don’t represent Jackie as a person (she didn’t even like rabbits!) so much as the idea of Jackie, something ascribed to her against her will: a warped, disingenuous version of her.

It also doesn’t escape my notice that in the very same episode that Kodiak shoots a rabbit through the heart with his crossbow he also shoots Melissa in the chest. Melissa, who Shauna uses to fill a Jackie-shaped hole inside her. Who is pinned down with a knife, hyperventilating like a cornered prey animal when she first gets with Shauna. Who approaches Shauna tentatively, timidly. Who lays flowers on Shauna’s son’s grave and gifts her a handmade sheath wrapped in bark and berries. Who is fearful yet exhilarated when encouraged to embrace her own darkness.

There’s a strange innocence to her interactions with Shauna, but it’s also the death of innocence; the relinquishment of innocence; innocence taken advantage of. When she’s struck with the arrow she cries out to Shauna, but Shauna is like a wolf hot on the hunt, and she can’t offer Melissa the unconditional love she craves and gives freely.

All of which makes me wonder: who is the rabbit?

[canisalbus]

Sorry if I'm mistaken, but didn't you draw the art of two bunnies from last year, and one of the bunnies was yelling at the other one that happened to be a white fur rabbit, "Run white boy!" ???

Do you mean this?

They're my original characters Vasco (yellow floppy ears lad) and Machete (pointy white boy). They aren't bunnies, both of them are domestic dogs!

[roozible]

lets have a bunny talk together

absolutely

[show-me-urt33th]

Glad to see you have a new blog. Wanted to request something a bit more sfw. Been a while since I've seen your beautiful throat and I'd love to see more of it again, perhaps you can bless us by showing it off. Leaning your head back and stretching it out. I want to try to see where the blade can go to make the perfect cut.....

- knife guy

Thank you for being so patient anon <33 I hope these make your day!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა Always happy to take pictures for you guys <33

If only I had someone around to drive this knife all the way through my windpipe..

[cyberabbit]

3,4, and 7 for the music ask game?

3. Bubblegum K.K. because it’s actually from the Animal Crossing game series, and sets the tone.

4. “Celebrity Skin” by Hole? Fits Michael Kaiser from Blue Lock perfectly.

7. “Enemy” - Sevendust. It’s one of those ones where it’d come on in a club at 2am whenn I was 18 and you’d all yell the lyrics at each other.

[time-slink]

i miss etho vault hunters so bad

[rabbitdarling]

AO3 wrapped questions: 3, 9, 28

WooHoo! Questions lol! 3. What Work are you most Proud of (Regardless of kudos/hits) - Honestly it's going to be Alinea, I posted that over 5 years ago as a oneshot with no idea where to take the fic and then this year in a sudden streak of inspiration I managed to post two chapters in a span of like a month to carry on with it. I still utterly love the first chapter of it, all the run on sentences and weird structure of it. 9. Favourite Pairing you wrote for this year? - Since I only managed to post 3 fics this year with two having a set pairing it's going to be Doctor/Rose from Doctor Who 28. Favourite Work you wrote this year? - Currently it's not posted as it's still not finished but its current working title is: Speak Low, if you Speak Love. It's over 10 pages at like 20k for House of the Dragon fandom.

[rabbitthedarkidol]

do u want me to send u a guide on hw to get final airty everu time cause' lunawings posted one n now i get it every stime

Hey there! Thanks for you interest! :3 I've been following the guide, is just REALLY suck at this game.