#rabbit drabbles

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.

[tervaneula]

These peepaws GAY

[2-dsimp]

Can i touch rival priests bunny ears 🥺 please

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ℂ𝕨: 𝔽𝕖𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣!

𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀 🔞ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎! 𝕊𝕌𝔾𝔾𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼!

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥’𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙...

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ℝ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕢 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥. 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟.

𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠��𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕤. ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟. 𝔾𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤.

𝔸𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜. 𝕋𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕤.

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕢 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝕆𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕥𝕨. 𝔸𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕞.

𝕄𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 “𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕕“ 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕. 𝔹𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕞.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the ocean loves her children, you see.

There's an old story selkies tell their children. The ocean loves her children, you see: if you ask for her help, she will gift you the things you need, even if they are not what you want. So most seafolk- sirens, merkin, sea monsters, etc- were once like us: the soft and gentle selkie folk, who love the ocean and the world she gives them. But they were once in need of the ocean mother's help, and their hearts cried to her- and she answered them in kind, changing them beyond the magic their shapeshifting allowed. And so they survived.

You were lost from your family, in a strange sea, and had tried to help a struggling sailor. When they had turned on you, wanting your skin, you were shocked, scared, confused, angry, and you screamed your heartbreak so deeply that your throat went raw- and the ocean mother gave you new gifts, and you used them to tear the sailors apart.

selkies are meant to be soft, kind, the gentlest of the ocean's children. and in your moments of pain and betrayal, you had chosen to forsake those things. your rage and agony tore the water red and frothy, until there were no sailors left to rip apart.

you fell into despair, then. you tried to rip the scales from your back, tear the fins from your bones, but all for naught. then you slept. you did not want to wake. but the ocean heard the weak cries of your heart, and carried you to a new home.

you woke to another boat. more sailors. you were terrified. of them. of yourself. one spoke to you, fed you, tended your wounds. you were scared- scared of him. scared of how your heart longed to be healed by him.

later, you would love him. and, later still, you would feel whole again.

[ruenii]

i had this idea where Tim has cuteness aggression and is just so bad at conveying it (well not like batman level but you get the point) that sometimes people mistake his cuteness aggression face as a 'im gonna punt you six feet under' face and tim is confused when his brothers or his friends get scared when he just wants to squish em cause they're sososo cute.

his family (except for dick and cass) doesn't know about this so they just think that 'oh god-- oh myfucking gofd-- tim is glaring at me again what the fuck-- what did i do???' and is just scared of what they did to cause tim, THE CALM ONE, to glare at them.

but tim is just:

tim, [on the inside]: awWWWW lOOK AT MY BABY BROTHERS!!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!! I WANNA PAT THEM ON THE HEAD!!! I WANNA SPOIL THEM I WANNA BITE THEIR CHEEKS LOOK AT THEM AWWWEEE I WANNA SQUISH THEM SO HARDD!! NO-- NO THEY WON'T LIKE THAT I HAVE TO STAY CALM!! ENDURE THE URGE TO PINCH THEM!! 🥺🥺

tim, [on the outside]: *glares at them like they just burned his entire supply of coffee and caffeinated drinks and disgust*

duke: did... did i do something--

tim: *clenches his fist*

damian: don't be such a coward, drake, using physical cues to convey your emotions are unbecomi--

tim: *walks out of the room*

duke & damian: ...

duke: oh fuck... did we make his mood even worse?

damian: surely drake hasn't been... affected by that *his body clearly shaking*

dick: don't worry timmy isn't angry at you guys :)

jason: i can hear him screaming what do you mean he isn't angry

dick: he's just... letting out some pent-up frustration..

[cupids-archives]

ღೀ๋࣭ “shh love,” his fingers find your hair once more, pulling it back to see your tear ridden face, “aww baby, your so adorable” you struggle against your restraints at his comments, crying louder.

he doesn’t stop though. just thrusting into you faster the hard metal of his body harshly hitting into yours, “it’s okay baby, let it out” he drops your head, and you go back to mewing against the pillow, your drool dripping onto the silk pillow. his rough thrusting doesn’t stop, his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making you arch your back wildly, gripping onto the sheets below you. “d-does that feel good..” his voice becoming raspier, almost whimpering at this point as his thrusts start to speed up, losing the careful rhythm. his balls hit your ass, leaving bruises, it doesn’t matter however, the way he feels now. you can’t help but moan out for him. the pleasure in your stomach building up, with one more thrust, your body caves, his grip on your hair tightens and the building in your stomach comes spilling out, soiling the sheets below. his breathing is heavy for a second. pulling out his dick and flipping you over so your facing him. “So, do you still want to leave, or do I have to fuck you again?”

©cupids-archives . requests are encouraged !!

[meowmeowriley]

Watership Down-Bad AU world lore drop!

Shifters are relatively rare in this universe. While it would be difficult to go ones entire life without meeting one, it wouldn't be an impossible feat to achieve.

It is genetic, and there are generally two main schools of thought; those who believe shifters are inherently superior to humans (the minority), and thise who believe them to be of tainted blood.

Even with some shifter species having high fertility compared to humans, like our bunny protagonists, the genetic alleles that cause shifting are recessive. It's also worth noting that even though someone may have those alleles, they may still not be a shifter, and are only a carrier.

Families may go generations without a shifter, and have one pop up and surprise everyone, and likewise two shifter parents may have human offspring. This has, obviously, led to strife. Infant shifters lost or rejected, due to the human parents not understanding the needs and biology of their child. Human children being disconnected from their families, or rejected for their differences.

The Cunningham family (Ghost's family) are an anomaly. Meredith (his mother) had been the first shifter in her family in recorded history, and the fact that she'd continuously birthed shifter children, who also produced shifter offspring, is virtually unheard of, and a point of pride for the rabbits.

Shifters are, obviously, still human- genetically speaking. They're not some separate species or genus. Because of their ability to shift, however, and their tendency to behave to a certain degree like their animal counterpart, society treats them like they're something else.

Medical forms and job applications ask about shifter status and species along with ethnicity and gender, though more progressive workplaces will give people the option to decline answering the question of species.

When regarding shifters there's a huge bias in the public's eye based on species. For example, a dog shifter would be highly sought after by military, police, even the corporate world, for their perceived willingness to follow orders and work well with others, whilst a rat shifter would find it hard to find employment, often regarded as untrustworthy or dirty. Obviously, at least if you know anything about animal behavior, there are plenty of dogs that don't listen and can be quite standoffish, and rats are actually very cleanly and social.

I hope you guy enjoy this little blurb about the world, please let me know if you have questions or headcanons!

[generic-sonic-fan]

Carnation

Summary: It's Amy's birthday today!

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Weird, Amy thought. None of her friends had accepted her birthday party invitation. They'd only told her to be dressed her cutest and at her door by 10:00 AM on the special day!

Clearly they were planning some sort of surprise for her- or were they? They hadn't told her anything else. She double checked the emails from them on her phone. 10:00 AM. 10:00 AM. 10:00 AM. Oh no, what if something came up and they cancelled and they didn't tell her? Or what if. . .

It's only 9:55, she told herself, wiping the sweat from her palms onto her dress. She was just being impatient. Perhaps waking up at 7:00 to prepare was a little too early.

Amy was jolted from her thoughts by a loud, blaring honk from outside. She sprinted to her door and opened it.

Sitting in her driveway was a pink convertible. Rouge was in the driver's seat. Rouge did not own a pink convertible. Amy decided that she would worry about this fact later, sometime that was not her birthday. The passenger seat was empty, and in the back row sat Omega and Cream.

"GET IN LOSER, WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!"

"That's mean of you to say!" Cream turned and frowned at him.

"NEGATIVE. IT IS A REFERENCE TO AMY'S THIRD FAVORITE MOVIE AND IS IN THIS CONTEXT APPLICABLE."

"Come on babe! We got a seat right for you!" Rouge waved.

Amy dashed to the passenger side door and opened it, sliding into the seat.

"Oh my gosh you guys!" Amy covered her mouth.

Cream unbuckled her seatbelt, crawled onto Omega's lap, and leaned forward to tuck a white-and-red striped carnation into Amy's quills.

"Thank you so much!" Amy said.

Rouge waited until Cream was buckled again before pulling out of the driveway. Once she was on the road, though, Amy could hear her stomp the pedal to the floor. The car shot forward, ducking and weaving through the streets.

"Where's Shadow?" Amy shouted above the air rushing past.

"We made him walk!" Rouge laughed.

"Mr. Shadow said there wasn't enough room to squeeze between me and Omega!" Cream shouted back.

"Ruin my fun, why don't you?"

Amy laughed and shook her head. Suddenly, she felt something flutter past her ear.

"Your flower!" Cream cried.

Omega tried to reach out and catch the carnation from the windstream. The suspension lurched from his sudden shift of weight, but not far enough for his claws to grasp the flower.

"We gotta turn around and go back for it!" Cream cried.

"Hey, calm down! It's just a flower!" Rouge shouted back.

Amy reached her hand back to cream. "It's okay! I enjoyed it while I had it. You can find me another flower later!"

Cream hesitated, before taking her hand. She gave it a squeeze.

---

They emerged from the mall three hours later. Amy hefted two full bangs in her hands. Rouge followed, carrying only one. Omega carried Shadow and Cream on his shoulders.

"Pretty successful day, hmm?" Rouge asked.

"I still don't know where you found all of those coupons! I didn't think it was your style." Amy replied.

Shadow snickered.

"You know what? I'm not going to ask." Amy smiled.

"Good plan, hun." Rouge winked. "Now- where did we park?"

Amy turned to Omega. He usually provided these sorts of exact details- yet his gaze was turned completely away, towards the treeline.

Cream, meanwhile, perked up with a gasp. She hopped off of Omega's shoulder and sprinted out into the parking lot.

"Hey, kiddo! Slow down!" Rouge took off after her.

Cream stopped short of something on the ground and picked it up. She then skipped back to Amy's side.

In her hands was a white-and-red striped carnation, a little worse for wear but otherwise intact.

She held it up to Amy. "You were right! I did find another!"

"It's not a good idea to be picking up random flowers from parking lots." Rouge grumbled.

"No, it's alright." Amy took the flower. "Poor thing just needs to be dusted off, that's all."

She wiped some of the grit from the asphalt from the petals. Parts of the stem were cut, as if by a sharp blade. She supposed that if Omega had tried to catch the flower, his claws might have brushed against the stem, and-

Wait, that was implying that this was the same flower! Which was silly. Someone else must have simply dumped a perfectly beautiful flower for no reason. . .

"Well now we don't have to stop by the florist's." Amy said. "Unless you all still want to, of course?"

"Amy, are you feeling alright?" Shadow asked.

"You know me too well! Of course we're going. I was just kidding with you guys!" Amy smiled. "Onward!"

She raced back to the car, narrowly beating Cream. With Omega and Rouge protesting that they hadn't known there was a race, they piled into the car. With Shadow skating alongside them, they drove off into the city.

Today easily made the list of top birthdays ever.

---

"Should we tell her?" Shadow asked.

"AFFIRMATIVE. SHE WAS BEING STALKED." Omega replied.

"I'm not so sure."

"DESCRIBE, IN DETAIL, HOW TRACKING HER LOCATION AND GIVING HER AN UNWANTED GIFT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AS STALKING."

"It wasn't a gift. You told me she dropped it earlier."

"IRRELEVANT."

"Fine. But let's wait. I don't want her memory of today being sullied by this."

". . . IF YOU INSIST."

[wordsandstrangeways]

Drawtober 2: Otherworldly

Something snaps. It is not a twig but one might imagine that it is. The things that one might think are twigs are closer, here, to bone than wood and the creatures that might snap them do not know there is a difference between meat and fibre.

The snap becomes a crunch and whatever snapped is certain now to be food for something that can chew through wooden bones and fibre flesh.

It could’ve been a rabbit in another world.

More like a hare, perhaps, as it stalks away with cracking bark between its teeth and leaves the meat behind.

[daemon-in-my-head]

Okay this might be the fever speaking, but Gortash's timeline makes absolutely 0 fucking sense if u think abt it, which I made the mistake of doing.

He first established himself as an Arms dealer and Slaver thx to selling weapons made out of Infernal Iron

But bitch only got the manuals from Zariel after selling Karlach (and if he didn't need em, how, why did no-one else do it yet, why sell Karlach in the 1st place then, where is his iron supply coming from, etc)

And Karlach was only sold around 1480 DR

And while ofc, if u never sleep, u can pull of the Absolute scheme in 10 years, Gort was already an established arms dealer when he started working on that plan

Which means that the Absolute stuff is less than 10 years old

Which is quite frankly impossible for such a massive operation. Esp when somewhere in between, he also developed and founded the Steelwatchers and wormed his way into becoming a political advisor for persons such as the four dukes (which takes a ton of trust, connections and bribing, so much bribing, the nobles of the Gate are horrible).

Which is my way of saying good lord someone please fix the timeline. And canon, for being absolutely illogical and impossible, can smd

I have a feeling the late addition of Karlachs infernal heart really fucked over the timeline here cuz suddenly Gorts main business and kinda his whole life stops making sense. How tf would Karlach work for him when his business, yk the one that allowed him to displace the Knights and threathen the Zhents, was rly only established and picked up after she was sold? How???

[an-archaic-archivist]

It was a dark and cold night. "Why did Gregory have to pick tonight of all nights to meet up?" Tony thought to himself. The wind kept sending chills through his entire body. The streetlights were flickering, threatening to go out at any second. The meeting spot was behind the new Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. But why there? Wouldn't the night guards get mad at them? Regardless, Tony pressed on. He needed to know what was going on with Gregory. There was something off about Gregory for a while now. He didn't quite act like himself. He seemed more distant, detached whenever anyone spoke to him. It was like when you'd be listening to music while someone is talking to you, but this was different. He could see Gregory cringe in fear at seemingly nothing. And whenever Tony would ask him what was wrong, Gregory would just give him a vague response before leaving.

It was as if something awful and alien had crawled inside of Tony's best friend and made itself at home in Gregory's body. Tony couldn't stand seeing his best friend like this anymore, so he went to confront him about it. Gregory said that there were some people he wanted Tony to meet. Tony was nervous to be sure, but Gregory needed him.

Finally, Tony made it to the designated meeting spot behind the Pizzaplex. Tony couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and scope of the place. He always wondered how anyone could operate a place that be. "Heh, whoever runs the show here is on another level. They aren't even human." Tony joked, trying to calm his nerves.

Tony looks off in the distance and see the vague outline of a shadow. It's wearing some kind of dark blue, almost black cloak. It reminded him of those plague doctors he would see in the history books in his social studies class. It whiped around wildly in the wind. As the figure stepped closer, Tony could make out more details of it despite the darkness of the night. The figure was wearing some kind of gas mask. The rims of the eye holes of the mask were outlined in gold paint. The figure was also wearing what looked like either surgical gloves or the kind of gloves you'd use for climbing rocks or hiking. They were white with a silhouetted caricature of a cartoon rabbit on the back of the gloves. The figure was also wearing some kind of head band that had big, tall rabbit ears drooping to the sides in a symmetrical fashion. The figure was also wearing big black combat boots with yellow buckles on the sides.

Tony was getting nervous. He tried calling Gregory on his cell phone. "Gregory? I'm at the spot. Are you gonna be here soon?" No response. But he thought he could hear someone talking in the distance. Tony waited a little longer as the figure stepped closer still. He could see the figure was wearing some kind of grayish white jacket with black stitch lines underneath the black cloak. It looked more like a strait jacket than anything else. The figure also had greyish white pants. They almost looked like something a soilder would wear. Their pants were held up by a dark green tool belt loaded with all kinds of appliances. From hammers to screwdrivers. He even spotted a little container filled with some kind of screw that Tony couldn't identify. The figure touched the side of their mask, and it's eyes started to glow a dark green. It must have been some kind of night vision tech.

Tony could hear the voice coming from the figures belt and chills went down his spine. It was Tony's voice. This...thing had Gregory's cell phone. And he didn't know why. All Tony knew was that whoever this person was, they weren't Gregory. Not his Gregory at least.

"You're not Gregory!" Tony shouted. "Who are you?!"

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

sweet promise of the goblet

Treat for @getwildwaved for @mcyt-drabble-exchange

“Grian, what are you doing?” 

He stopped dead. His muscles stiff as as the last of the vial dripped into the goblet. “Making our drinks,” he answered.

Scar hummed behind him, a hand brushed his waist the other hand wrapped around a goblet: the first one Grian had poured.

“Thank you, my darling prince, that’s very kind of you,” he said softly, his grin warm as always, “We’ll drink together.”

Grian set the vial down, lifting the goblet with shaking hands. He stared Scar down as he brought it to his lips. The poison was sweet on it’s way down.

[shrimshrim4fun]

HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT

I’ll be her Roger Rabbit any day 🤭

[kayla-marie-writes]

During my Fandom therapy day, I wanted to point out that watching Wilson Fisk casually eat his dinner while sitting next to the man he manipulated Frank into killing is, as the kids say, "peak cinema." I can't wait to see them both in Daredevil: Born Again!

[pricegouge]

Wanted to write fluff instead of anything actually important so here's a noncanonical drabble for Fatted Rabbit - takes place before bunny finds out Johns a shifter

Fatted Rabbit

"What you watchin', honey?"

It's late when John gets back from the bar. Late enough he's definitely not expecting to see you still up, but it's not often you find yourself with unlimited internet access anymore. At least, not without having to share the TV with him. John, of course, would never stop you from watching whatever you wanted, seeing as he seemed to spend most of the time watching you instead of the screen anyway, but it being his house always made you defer to something you knew you both liked. Tonight John had insisted you stay at his place while he worked, and though you usually demure on such offers, you couldn't deny you'd been looking for any opportunity to spend some time with the Discovery channel. 

You roll your head back to smile up at him where he stands behind the couch. "Animal documentary."

He hums, folds himself forward to rest his head on his arms, his arms on the back of the couch. "'Bout bears? You thinking of your other man?"

"Maybe," you giggle. "Was hoping to learn a thing or two about him." 

You offer John the remote, but he shakes his head and plants a kiss on your forehead. "Gotta shower off. You wanna join?" You motion at the TV as if to say you're busy with something very important and John chuckles, "I see how it is." You turn to quip something back at him, but stop short when you see him stripping his shirt off. He's been putting some weight back on, hairy belly filling out in a way that always makes you want to squish him, snuggle close. When your eyes finally track up to his face, he winks, having caught you, then plops his still-warm thermal on your head. 

You grumble, but he's gone by the time you resurface so you content yourself to sniff his shirt aggressively. It's nice, unfortunately, not too sweaty. You cover the nearest throw pillow with it and tuck in to learn about blastocysts. 

John returns in time for the narrator to declare the female which the doc has been following has gained enough weight for successful impregnation. "Good job, mama!" you cheer and grunt when John lays down fully on top of you. 

"What's she done?" he asks, nosing behind your ear. He snuffles enough he notices his own shirt on the pillow and you can feel him grin against your shoulder.

You ignore him. "Got big enough for babies."

His voice is thick when he answers. "Hm, now that is a good mama."

The wet mustache tickles so you manually turn his face toward the TV. "Ain't she so pretty?" you prompt, as the soon-to-be mother on screen sniffs out a good place to bed down for the winter.

"She's alright, I guess." He sounds unimpressed, and you roll your eyes good-naturedly when he tucks back into your chest undeterred. 

"Are you comparing me to a bear?" 

"Not much to compare, honey."

You smile, charmed despite yourself. You tilt his chin toward yourself and he follows, sliding up your body until your lips meet. You hum happily, ask him how work was when he pulls away.

"Quiet," he hums, planting more kisses across your cheek. 

"Could tell." You hadn't heard even one rowdy guest tonight. 

"Glad we didn't keep you from your date," he smirks, nodding to the TV.

It should be fucking ridiculous that he actually looks a little jealous, but somehow it's just endearing. Still, the crease in his brow looks even cuter when it's slightly deeper. "Date wasn't with mama here." Grabbing the remote, you rewind back to mating season and stop when the star of the show comes upon a boar. "Had eyes on her man, to be honest."

You wind up intimately familiar with the smell of John's thermal, nose buried in it as it is.

Next>>

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

“I,” He raises a hand, barely touching the edge of the slightly mismatched part of your skull headcasing, “I like your patch here. Makes you look a little more like... you.”

He chuckled, a funny suppressed cackle, as he pulls his hand away, and you silently congratulate yourself on not shrinking away from his claws- hands- being so close to your face. The laugh is a little awkward, maybe forced, but you appreciate the effort.

And you know that he means that it makes you apart from the rest of the Staffbots. You weren’t meant to be memorable, so you used to look as carbon-copied as the others, but now you had the section of your headcasing welded on that was tinted a slightly different color. You knew he was right- it was, at least, one thing that could be used to pick you out of a crowd of other bots made of the same parts as you. You tried to look at him directly, and couldn’t quite manage it.

You wondered, if you had a voice with which to speak, you would have told him that he was the one that gave you that patch. Or... caused you to need it, maybe. 

As it was, you just nodded, giving a shuddery, static warble that went up and down quickly in cadence- an attempt at mimicking the sound a laugh would make- and moved your shoulders in time with the sound. He seemed pleased at the positive response, eyes brightening slightly. He looked a little like Sun like that, you thought.

You tried, tried so hard, to push away the looping memory file of Moon pinning you in a closet a lot like this one and pulling a handful of wires out of your shoulder so your arm hung limp and useless, with the sound of his laughter repeated and repeated and repeated like a broken record skipping on the worst part of a song as a backdrop to the clearest of retained experiences.

You knew it wouldn’t work.

[DELETE FILE.]

[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR THIS ACTION. ENTER COMMAND:]

[DELETE FILE]

[PERMISSIONS NOT GRANTED FOR...]

You tried anyway. 

He said something else, and laughed a little again. His laugh was different than how it was back then. You clung to that knowledge, nodding to whatever he had said. This boosted him again, and you focused on the parts of him that were different than the ones in your memory.

His laugh was different. So was his manner of speaking. Even the way that he moved had become less rigid and jerky, though now at times it seemed unsure. You watched one of his hands as he described something, as expressive and mobile as a humans. You tried to keep your focus on the him that was here, and not the one in your head.

Of course it wouldn’t be so easy, but...

[OVERWRITE FILE ?]

[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]

[OVERWRITE FILE]

[UNRECOGNIZED COMMAND. TRY AGAIN]

You wanted to try anyway.