#the abominable snow rabbit

[zombiegangster]

The Evolution Of Daffy Duck

The Daffy Duck Evolution (1937-1968)

In celebration of Daffy’s upcoming birthday, I’ve been dying to do an evolution post of Daffy throughout his appearance in the classic Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies film series from 1937 - 1968:

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[hongjng8]

My Kind Of Heaven.

Pairing: DemonHybrid!san X Mortal!Reader

Feature: DemonHybrid!Seonghwa

Genre: Fantasy, mystery, dark.

Wc: 4k (4065)

Warnings: nsfw(18+)MDNI, CNC, light violence, Blasphemy, blood, knife play, manipulation, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, overstim, restraints, intoxication, possession.

Hongjng8’s notes: Can’t say no to a bit of twisted demon action can we my sweets. ;) I’m also making this to treat a friend of mine !! (@sansangel ) hehe. Make sure to enjoy to your hearts content <3

Tag list (DM to be added): @slvtiny @sugarnspice630 @yuyusolivebranch @taegi1016 @batw00yo @acescavern @yunhoscutie @atzaurora @littlefireball @crimsonbubble @jjoongstar

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“Hff~ I’m so exhausted.”

Your voice emitted a murmur, knowing that you needed to take a peaceful break. Which conveniently your home was a beautiful bungalow placed in the middle of the forest, and of course, you being a spiritual person who was connected with nature, this was a perfect opportunity to go for a stroll — you know, to take your mind away from reality.

You exhaled calmly, sliding into your skirt. Your shirt, whilst comfortable, tucked underneath. Lacing a white corset around your waist, finishing with bunny tying your shoe laces.

“Phew.. okay..”

Rushing outside, grabbing a thick warm blanket in your hurry. You clung to the bag that rested under your arm. Immediately being faced with the calmness of the wild; various flowers, tangling trees, wispy grass, and wind chasing bushes.

The quiet and riveting environment had always intrigued you, and you’d often venture deep into the dream-like land. Completely unaware what tales lie ahead..

“Beautiful..”

You spoke a breathless whisper, eyes fluttering as you spun around to take in the wonders that engulfed you. Yellow and blue butterflies dancing like fairies, pretty love birds singing in the tall trees — It really felt like your very own wonderland.

Eyes twinkling, you found your usual spot. The spot that radiated that homey sense of warmth and comfort. Where you could ponder for days on end. With a tug of strength, and a firm flap, you laid out your blanket; As white as winters snow, and as soft as a rabbits coat.

Perfectly flattened under an oak tree that could have been big enough to hold centuries worth of secrets.

“Perfect.. so warm..”

You delicately placed yourself down, legs nestling into the coziest of fabric. Gentle hands adjusting the hem of your skirt to cover your thighs. You finally relaxed.

There was one small thing about this so called ‘wonderland’, that you wasn’t so familiar with.

The forest you called home, was somewhat magical. Well, that is what you’d say if you were to sugarcoat the reality of it.

Ideally, this forest was a realm — A portal for many different entities to come forth into the land of mortals.

This nature fueled soil was enchanted.

Peaceful. Was how things were going. You hadn’t felt so in touch with nature in such a long time. Your eyes had been closed for a hot second, taking in the sounds and drowsing in the scents around you.

Unknowingly, a faint mist was beginning to display it-self around the environment, decorating the air with twinkles of star dust. An uneasy ambiance dizzying your mind.. assuredly feeling a pair of eyes feasting upon you.

The wind grew a sudden strong, a cold breeze dangerously tugging at your skirt, snatching your attention away from daydreaming.

Sitting up, you scanned the unfamiliar scene in-front of you;

“what the fuck-“

You rubbed your eyes, examining the swirls of twinkly mist, blending perfectly within the air. ‘What a weird abomination.’

Trying to shrug it off, you pulled your phone out to check the time. It was getting later and later in the evening. Eyes rolling back, you let out a frustrated sigh, unappreciative about the journey back home. That was until the sweet scent of tangerine filled your nostrils: One of your favorite smells.

It was addictive, you felt pulled into some kind of bliss. You stared forward as the starry mist formed a trail, eagerly yearning for you to follow. To which you obeyed. — who could resist when the scent you got drunk on, only got stronger each step you took along the path.

The trail led you somewhere quiet and unusually closed off. Anyone else would have been suspicious, but the daze this mist and scent brung you only pushed you forward. You were hooked: Just like a fish being reeled in like mindless prey.

Hands draping to your sides, completely struck by the unrealism of what was unfolding in-front of you.

The foggy mist swarmed like a tornado. The stardust becoming more evident the bigger the mist got. Your jaw was hung, sheepishly stepping back from what began emerging.

A sleek outline.. such a tall figure exposing itself.

“I’m going cra-“

you were cut-off by this strange-being revealing himself; eyes sharp, plump succulent lips forming into a mischievous grin, his silk white hair that drooped infront of his brown, heavy eyes.

“Id hope it’s over me~..”

The strangers voice sent shivers along your soft skin, trembles running down your spine.

Your breath was taken away, stumbling over words that you were struggling to spurt out. To which you almost tripped in response. Only for this mysterious man to catch your fall, his hands soft yet they held a firm grip on you.

“Shh sh sh.. Don’t be afraid of a harmless Demon.”

His words were allusive, voice venom-like. You were spooked for sure, but you couldn’t deny the fact this demon was drop-dead gorgeous.

“Demon..?”

You questioned, your body tense as his hold on you tightened, sharp nails scratching against your clothes, as he cradled your body against his toned build.

“Correct.”

He was confident, straight to the point.

“I haven’t had such an opportunity to visit this side in a while.. what do they call it? Ah! The mortal realm.”

You blinked, examining this man in-front of you. You had always been a spiritual person, but witnessing a demons presence first hand was not on your list.

“Call me Seonghwa, pretty. Think of me as any other guy.”

Seonghwa spoke with pride, his long fingers began caressing your chin, lifting your head just a little to meet his eyes. The type of eyes that sucked in your soul, with intention.

“Consider us.. new acquaintances.”

He hissed with a smirk, fangs peaking as his lips curled, hands moving down to caress the curves of your waist once again.

You attempted to read this man carefully, but he was for sure a tough one to get through.

“What are you here for..? What made you approach me..?”

Your words tried to come across stern, but your voice came out quiet. It was clear as day you were nervous, to which he only got a rush out of.

He inched closer to you, siding you off to where you originally rested under the large oak tree.

“How could I resist such a welcoming treat, all alone.. in the woods..”

His eyes flickered to you, gazing up and down. He sought for the advantage in the situation.

“I’d assume some company wouldn’t be any trouble now, would it my pet.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, though before you could speak, you felt his broad cold hand against your bare thigh, swiftly making his move. He was quick, an unpredictable predator pouncing onto his prey.

“Seonghwa.. wait— no.. sto-“

Your mouth was covered by his spare hand, causing you to whimper, powerless. The demons strength was not unknown either, as he had you pushed against the hard bark of the tree, his body pressed against your back.

“Hush now, little human. You’ll love being my toy. How does it sound? A demons plaything?”

His sleek fingers curled under your skirt, prodding at the fine laced panties that covered your heated cunt.

You squirmed, shaking your head in denial to reject the hell spawn, which clearly didn’t phase him at all. You were only met with a stronger scent of that familiar mandarin orange. However this time, it left you in a deeper dreamlike state, incapable of thinking for yourself. The smell was captivating.. poison.

The demons lips ran over your ear, soon leaving a hopeful kiss against the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry.”

The specimen whispered sweet nothings and false apologies, as his fingers continued violating your clothed heat. Your body reacting against your wishes, as your soft panties dampened to his touch.

“I just can’t help myself..”

He growled lightly, tugging the wet lace of your panties aside, exposing your smooth, plump pussy to his digits.

“N-no..”

Your voice was shy to a whisper, unable to fight against his touch. You were dreading what could happen next. Seonghwa, whilst completely unwelcome, was exploring your now, throbbing underneath. Yet why was your body enjoying this feeling? It felt unbelievably filthy.

“Any demon would thrive to have a pet mortal like you. so beautiful.. so needing of such attention..”

His voice flowed smoothly, and you hated the way it gave you goosebumps of excitement.

Your eyes suddenly shot wide open, feeling his fingers scissoring your sensitive folds — gliding around your doused slick.

“How inviting..”

Over the faint murmurs of his words, and the dizziness from the transe you were under, all you could hear was the pathetic, squelching of your unacceptably wet pussy.

Seonghwa chuckled, satisfied with the reaction your body gave him. The sound echoing through your ears as your body sunk against the textured brown wood.

He slipped his hands out from under your skirt— fingers sticky with your unwanted arousal, pulling out a feather, tenderly stroking it along the back of your thigh. At least, to a mortal, it appeared to be a beautiful white feather. But under that enchanted disguise, a sharp steeled blade rested between his finger’s.

“I won’t hurt you.”

His words were anything but promising.

He was ruthless, sadistic. Yet something about him was drawing you in.

Your legs trembled as you felt the tickle of the feather against your skin, though that tremble soon turned into a cold hiccup of realization, the pressure he was applying to your skin was nothing to what a feather could achieve.

“Hold still, sweet thing.”

Body trembling in fear, your nails scratching against the tree bark. You felt the sharp rushing sting of the blade beginning to delve into your skin — eyes shutting tight to brace yourself for that anticipating pain.

That was until Seonghwa suddenly stopped. Unusual.. what’s happening?

The stardust mist that surrounded you both dangerously swept away. Just like wind picking up from a helicopters rotor blades.

Seonghwa’s guard was put down as he examined what was going on, his face full of clear concern. You instantly fell down to your blanket, hugging your knees, snapping out of the daydream this star demon laced you in.

“Fuck..”

Seonghwa growled defensively. You noticed for the first time the anger and irritation that brewed inside of him. ‘Is this what demons were?’

This new aura that dominated the horizon was stronger — even you, a powerless human could feel the intensity that was at steak. Seonghwa turned to you, head tilting as he concealed the fact he was intimidated. He knew what was coming, who was approaching.

“We need to leave, kitty.”

He attempted to bribe you, although you on the other hand: frightened, completely clueless. Your body was frozen, you could barely even hear Seonghwa talking to you. This new, musky Aura was paralyzing.

“You can trust me. You don’t need anyone else.”

Seonghwa himself winced, eyes jolting to the trees that golfed you both in. Vines manipulated themselves, branches cracking as the green stems slithered forward. Seonghwa’s abilities were useless against this hostile entity.

And he knew it.

Your eyes stilled, watching as vines approached the demon in-front of you, lips trembling as you shuffled backward slowly,

“What’s wron-“

Seonghwa’s words were put to a halt with a threatening choke, his neck strangled tightly by the vines. The poised demon groaned, nails grasping at the veiny wires of nature, the stardust that radiated from his body crumbled into Smokey. You on the other hand, were struck, barely able to form a thought.

Another demon, one who was broader with a menacing presence, came closer to you and Seonghwa, who was still restraint by his neck. This new being simply raised a hand, the vines lifting Seonghwa enough to face him.

“San..”

Seonghwa yelped, his breath short. Irritation spread all over his expression. Though he knew his place when against this rival.

“Seonghwa.”

San responded, his eyebrows furrowed with displeasure. You watched carefully as the two had an obvious distaste for one another, your attention drifting to the dangerous man.

‘San.. I see.’ you tried to gather some courage, being sure to collect as much information as you could just from listening to their small talk.

San’s hand reached out to glide two fingers up Seonghwa’s temple, before grasping his hair, tugging his head back with spite.

“You’ve had your fun, pixie. Get lost.”

His words spilled out like venom, letting Seonghwa go with a thud. The starry man grunted, picking himself up and wiping his lips. He was smart enough to know he wouldn’t stand a chance against San— forced to return to the opposite realm with a longing desire for your taste.

Left alone, the silence was eerie. Your tummy twisted, nerves pricking your spine and sending you into shivers. San undoubtedly held something in his manner, something that caught your true attraction.

This was the weirdest day of your life.

“Y/n, hm?”

You froze. ‘how did he know my name?’.

Your legs trembled, laying out as you stared up at the large man. Breath hitching at the sound of the vines crackling closer towards your limbs.

“I know many things, Princess. Like reading your little mind. You’re forgetting what I am.”

You began to notice that these demons seemed to have one similar trait: scents.

San secreted the musky fragrance of sage — god, another one of your favorites. However, this scent had a complete different effect. You wasn’t hypnotized to a stand-still, no. You coughed as the smell filled your lungs, your body willingly relaxed, legs parting. Your mind being filled with sinful, dirty thoughts.

“Tsk, I’ve never met someone who slips into traps so easily. Such a clever girl.”

His praise felt almost like mockery, your eyes clouded with desire as San closed in, hovering over your frame.

“Please..”

‘What am I saying?’ Your thoughts raced. For some strange reason, you craved the touch of the demon that stood in-front of you.

“You pitiful angel. I’d say the lord would be looking down at you with shame. You really want a demon to take care of you?”

Your cheeks heated with humiliation, whining as the demon controlled the vines, wrapping them securely over your ankles, tugging your body forward and forcing you onto your back.

Holy fuck he was enticing.

“You don’t mind if I treat myself, right baby girl?”

His red eyes drank up your kind pupils, and with a click of his fingers, the vines forced your legs apart. Your panties still damp from before, the lace suckled against your folds. You let out a breathy whimper as the cold air reached between your thighs, unfocused as San leant down, knees between your legs.

“I think this little deer needs a helping hand, hm?”

San teased, watching as your hips wiggled, your lips sealed as your heartbeat increased. You could feel his heavy presence inching closer to your warmth.

“Speak up, my little slut. Use that sweet mouth of yours.”

The demon slapped your desperately swollen clit, which was throbbing underneath your panties. Your body was covered in goosebumps, excitement pumping through your bloodstream. You couldn’t believe this was actually turning you on.

“Yes.. yes.. please San, please help me.. I need it.. please..”

He grinned, pleased. Wasting no time as his thick, long fingers slid under the sides of your soggy panties, hurriedly tearing them off of you with ease. He stumbled forward, latching his lips onto your cascaded mound. He groaned, tugging the vines to pressurize you against his face as much as he could. Mouthing you hungrily, licking between your folds, taking his time to explore every crevice. — eager to find your sweet spots.

“S-san!”

Your body shook, Lower back arching from the sensational assault against your gushing cunt. Now that the demon has got the taste of your sweet nectar, he indefinitely can’t stop.

In San’s mind, he grew heated at the idea of having a human like you under his sleeve. His personal little slave — a pretty toy he could mould into his very own property. An uncomfortable tightening shaped in pants at the thoughts, forming a hood at his crotch. He moaned at the fantasy, sending vibrations into you that only added to your pleasure. Your body shivering and trembling under his curse.

He pulled away momentarily, lips detaching from your drowned pussy with a pop. He panted, animal-like. Crazed from the smell of your arousal. He fluttered kisses against your thighs, hands caressing your delicate legs.

You were aching for more.

“Fuck.. you’re so wet. For me? Really?”

San was smug, admiring how your sensitive cunt throbbed and grasped around nothing. He knew exactly what you needed, and he damn well was going to take advantage of it. Without any question, he pumped two of his thick digits into your pretty little pussy. Curling them repeatedly, angling his wrists to explore your gummy walls, soon finding that sweet spot, causing a lucid moan to emit from your mouth.

You reacted perfectly to his touch, exactly how he wanted. He abused your frail, gasping cunt, violating that sweet spot — leaning down once again to suck your clit as he finger fucked you. Your hips jolting as you were edging closer to your release.

“That’s it, let go. Just for me.”

San murmured against your pulsing heat, shaking his head as he lapped you up like a fucking dog. As soon as he felt your walls clamping down and gushing on his fingers, he pulled them out just in time, frantically rubbing your sensitive bud with his hand — forcing an orgasm from you.

“Fuckkk! C-cumming.. mm!”

A high pitch cry poured out of your cords, San growling in response, a deeper moan passing his lips as he watched you squirt all over his hand, slapping your cunt one last time before he savored your high with his tongue, drowning in your pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Giving into a demon.”

The demon had pulled away, leaving you drenched and ready. Gasping for air as your chest raised up and down. San’s eyes stared down at your heaving chest, tongue gliding over his swollen lips to collect your sweetness that stained.

Your gaze met his, cheeks flushed as you watched him remove his clothes. A thick fog caved you both around the blanket. No one could see you like this but him. Your pleasure was for his eyes only.

Whilst removing the clothes that covered his lower half, the vines under his spell swiftly began tearing your clothes away from your skin.

“You’re so pretty like this.”

You gasped, the plants behind San’s strength handling your body with ease, flipping you onto your stomach and tangling around your waist to hang your hips in the air. San’s hand landed a rough slap against your ass, kneading the flesh within his large palms. Your face was pressed against the soft blanket, hands restrained behind your back. The power the demons vines withheld was more than surprising.

Before you knew it, you were on display — ass up face down. Tangled within the curse of nature.

“Delicate little princess. You belong to me. I’ll break you open and mould you into my very own cocksleeve.”

San finally positioned himself behind you, your knees either side of him as he gave his dick a few long, wet strokes — His breathing heavy.

Your legs felt weak, though San had no problem assisting, pulling your hips closer to his. The demon began to rub his length against your sex, making sure to gather and spread all the juices. It was obvious how needy and ready you were; you were leaking, dripping to feel San’s cock deep inside you.

After painfully being teased, he started to push his cock into your begging hole. The stretch was intense, pressure being more than anticipated. He was big, length and girth considered. Your walls hugged around him perfectly, like you were made for this. Both of your moans danced in the air together, his length completely sheathed inside you, the bruised-pink tip kissing your cervix.

“Shit.. you’re such a tight fuck-toy.”

San grasped the vines that tied your hands, pushing down against your middle back to deepen your arch, as he began setting a fastened pace, grinning to himself; you were losing yourself in this demon.

Unable to form a sentence, simply letting out wails of pleasure. Your pussy fluttering from the sensation — San’s cock plunged against the sweet muscle deep inside you. His dizzying sage aroma filled your lungs, becoming more addictive than any drug.

“You’re taking me so fucking well. Have you done this before? My little whore.”

The sadistic spawn spat rhetorically, eyes dark and heavy as he delve into you with such depth and speed, your tummy twisting with a tight knot. You swore you could feel a bulge in your lower belly each time he fucked into you; Babbling pathetic nothings as he ruined your pretty cunt. The high San was giving you, allowed you the energy you so badly needed to take his cock even after already hitting such an orgasm before.

“G-good.. so go-ood”

You managed to drool some words from your lips, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. He kept you pushed down, giving several long strokes which gained your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into the stemmy ropes.

“You’re loving this aren’t you? Taking demon dick.”

He fastened, letting out a lengthy moan feeling you tighten around him. His balls were slapping against your wet core, the sound echoing through the fog that clouded around you both.

San’s arm snaked around your waist, the vines tightening against your skin, surely leaving a mark. His fingers dipped between your folds, swirling and brushing over your hard clit, all whilst his thrusts grew animalistic — The overwhelming sensitivity had your hips bucking repetitively.

“That’s it. Take it. Take all of me.”

The friction the two bodies created surely had the blanket dirtied underneath by the earth it had been resting on. You began feeling a burning twist forming in your aching tummy, breathing unsteady. The ruthless pounding only sent you deeper into your arousal, your muscles stiffening as your spine bent the furthest it could; bringing you to another orgasm. It hit you hard, your throbbing cunt squeezing and gushing around San’s cock.

“Oh g-god!”

“Scream for the lord. Let him hear you.”

As you release, relishing into a moaning mess. San grabbed a blade that the vines had hauled towards him, his hips still rolling rhythmically as you twitched and flushed against him, milking your high out of you.

Without a word, he carved his singular initial into the back of your thigh — his breath shuddering as he watched your crimson blood tickle down your already shaking leg.

“N-ngh! F-fuck yes y-yes!”

San threw the blade aside as you came over him, cursing as he sharply swatted your ass, sending your body into trembles. Fucking into you feverishly, getting drunk off your squeals and sobs. You loved this feeling of being used; having this deep need to give yourself over to this demon. A success for him.

His groans turned into feral, desperate grunts. Frantically pumping himself in and out of your drowned pussy, sending you into overstimulation. His orgasm peaked, head leaning back dreamily as his moans laced with your cries — his hot seed spewing over your walls, painting your crevices.

“Oh.. oh yes, fuck..”

The last thing you could feel was his pulsating length, only then for it to slide out. Leaving your pitiful hole gasping and leaking with the sinful fluids. The demon caught his breath, slicking his hair back, flocking the vines back to their origin.

“I hope you realize, you belong to me, y/n.”

His words weren’t threatening, but more of an honest, possessive statement. He had great intention in his tone. Your body was weak, limbs lifeless like jelly as you finally rested against the white coated, liquid drowsed blanket. San leant down with you, hands caressing over your tender curves, admiring his newly claimed property.

He fluttered gentle, wet kisses along your shoulder, and then to your neck — Cradling you in his large arms as you rested, completely fucked senseless. Although you had the lasting trace of this demon imprinted in your mind.

“I’ll be sure to visit you often, my angel.” ~

[spacehippieface]

My Top 10 Merrie Melodies Cartoons

1. Transylvania 6-5000

2. Long-Haired Hare

3. The Abominable Snow Rabbit

4. Drip-Along Daffy

5. Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century

6. Duck Amuck

7. Devil May Hare

8. Hyde and Go Tweet

9. The Scarlet Pumpernickel

10. Hare-Way to the Stars

[that-rackin-frackin-varmint]

Omg can I talk about the 10th issue?

I just love how bugs cares for daffy

Funny you mention this, I got a commentary post on this comic queued up in a few hours^^

This one is very cute, Bugs' disposition here is very reminiscent of The Abominable Snow rabbit and The Million Hare. I think a lot about the versatile behaviour Bugs displays in how he treats Daffy throughout media. Sometimes he's so attentive and protective, other times he is way too eager to watch Daffy get humiliated/hurt.

That moment where Bugs asks Daffy if they're coming too low as he's about to crash is so silly. Bugs and vehicles are a dangerous combination.

[brandon-juarez]

The Abominable Snow Rabbit (1961) [Full Short] (Last Christmas Special)🐇🦆☃️

[floatingcamel23]

categorizing mobs

hello travelers. are you to gain knowledge on mobs? well your in luck. this post will categorize mobs on what they are, how they look and there purpose. it will add mobs that were scrapped, spin off games, lets jump in shall we? the first category is the simplest. these are the undead. creatures that burn in the sun with rotting flesh or no flesh at all! some have abilities like hunger and poison! the following are these. undead: zombie, husk, drowned, lobber, bouldering skeleton, wither skeleton, bogged, wither, mossy skeleton, stray, frozen zombie, jungle zombie, wraith, phantom, red phantom (pet mob in minecraft dungeons), zombie piglin/pigman, armoured zombie/skeleton, zoglin, zombie pig (pet in minecraft duongeons), giant, zombie horse, skeleton horse, vex, necromancer, sunken skeleton, tower wraiths, vanguard, zombie villagers, bone spiders, skeleton wolf, skeleton horse traps, zombie rabbits, nameless one, wretched wraith and finally the wither storm (?).

some of you might ask why the wither storm is on the list. it is a command block corrupted version of the wither. therefore, undead.

next one has a wild range of mobs. known to be the main villains in the game and have been the center of theorization and fanart, i give you, the illagers. these lovable gray psychos inhabit the world and raid villages. plundering and thievery are there main skills. whats interesting is that some are known to have powers. lets take a look.

illagers: vindicator, pillager, evoker, witch, ravager, illusioner, iceologer/chilliger, tower keeper, guildsmith, powersmith, uniquesmith, enchanter, geomancer, mountaineer, rampart captain, pillager captain, royal guard, tower guard, vindicator chef, wind caller, pillager/vindicator raid captain, giant royal guard, warrior, giant royal guard, mage, arch illager and finally the viler witch.

this category is one of the famous ones. creatures that will help in battle and more. presenting, the golems! (yay!) this category consists of mobs that can be made or summoned. magically and manually.

golems: iron golem, snow golem, love golem, wither, wither storm, copper golem, tuff golem, agent, glowing abomination, jungle abomination, glowing ministrosity, mini abomination, redstone ministrosity, squall golem, redstone cube, corrupted cauldron, redstone monstrosity, redstone golem, tempest golem, mooshroom monstrosity, obsidian monstrosity, jack o lantern (unused minecraft doungeons mob) , mob of me (minecraft earth), furnace golem, melon golem, cobblestone golem, grindstone golem, stone ministrosity, mossy golem, plank golem, first of brick, first of oak, first of diorite, first of stone, key golems, (from now on it will be the minecraft story mode golems) golem in a box, icy golem, magma golem, prison golem, prismarine soldier, larger icy golem, giant magma golem and prismarine collosus

the last one does not have a name yet. lets call this category the sprite/spirit category. some may be undead and others living. its a mixed bag.

sprites and spirits: allay, vex, blaze, breeze, glare, wisp, guardian vex, soul wizards, wraith, wretched wraith, wildfire, build and gather allays.

ok heres a bonus one. a very small category that has one mob only. introducing, the sculkoids.

sculkoids: warden. thats it. this is part 1 of me categorizing mobs. next one will be: animals (uh oh. a lot of them-) insects (cool) and finally, amphibians! (AMPHIBIA VIBES GIVE US SEASON 4 MATT BRALY-)

if you have a suggestion for a theory, feel free to type it in the comments and i will make a post abt it! camel out!

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - May 20th

Happy Birthday to Sniffles and Leon Schlesinger.

1939 - Naughty But Mice - Dir. Chuck Jones

1944 - Russian Rhapsody - Dir. Bob Clampett

1950 - His Bitter Half - Dir. Friz Freleng

1961 - The Abominable Snow Rabbit - Dir. Chuck Jones

[xxdoubledaisyxx]

Let it be

my mouth

desires

to be your pleasure.

In word and secret fantasy.

bones breaking the dream

there is no problem,

nor will the be one.

I have dealt with it

my lord.

As it was beneath your dignity

to attend to such humble concerns

as the everyday pezens,

populating Story

between our lives

by order of our divine will.

my Lord.

samasan

desamasan

maiden samasan

pezins and desamasan

I have notarized

your eternal name

in the taxinomic filecords

and needlework styledivers.

like the maids in bdo

and sakura

it is impolite to gaze too deeply

into the life and doings of another person.

let between the limits of reality's nature

on either side,

and you don't need to worry,

about virtual morality.

We are all in agreement about the limit of omniscience,

and there is no hiding or running away from

no fighting and dominating

the surging moment

ending all of our lives together, at once.

I am not the Word of the Lord.

I am the punctuation mark.

---

like the surprise of one yolk

coming to greet you with the news

that we all have an egg inside of us.

it is the easter mystery,

and it is coming

by way of

rabbit tooth ripper.

Fall has happened.

The trees gave out this morning,

raining golden diamonds of light

under no clouds or snow

as if water had been holding up there

until now.

the rabbit tooth ripper always kills to leave

and always leaves by spring.

... here is yours Pearl Abyss

come tell me what your conflicts are in your design meetings. Let me see what the problems are then give you the data you want. You cannot use me as a sample for public data because I see so much more about what is happening at any time professionally. That's the truth, but it is not so dark that I've abandoned everyone.

consult

client

you want my professional opinion, and that is why you are so interested in my personal profile data.

that is how this needs to happen, and you should not have put up any resistance that I would have to stand out like this to defy evil.

we share the same vision of virtual reality at the very least.

do not make the mistake of comparing your station to mine.

I never burdened you with the order of authority before, but if you think you have any over mine, then that is a correction I intend to make.

This is so you don't get you or anyone else killed when a real-life vampire snatches you in the night and you are never seen again.

please cooperate

this is not a threat. this is an apocalypse.

I am an outlier, an anomaly, a discreet value in darkness better left in the care of your secret fantasy.

There are others like me, but we are anything but common.

We don't make sense. We skew the perfect data naturally, and we do not regret any of the chaos we leave in our selfish pursuit of our dreams.

The false law that prevents direct communication between business organizations and individual citizens is non-binding and non-enforceable. Why are you having trouble reaching out to me and introducing yourselves?

You are not in a position to ask me to go meet you. You have, I have not, and not only that, but you have made your "communities" into fortresses of desolation, emptiness, and hate. It is an abomination for your "organized civility" to be antagonistic to anyone or anything. You do not seem to recognize the power of human potential if you think it is ever acceptable to be evil in the sight of the Lord.

end this already.

I want to buy new clothes.

I want to eat people food every day.

I want to go to a concert hall and not be turned away by a vile old man pretending to be a security guard, and afraid for his daughter's virginity going anywhere other than him. Yeah, you said that when I was holding a beer asking what was happening tonight. You said that was why you weren't letting me in and I told you I had no desire to enter, only was asking information. *change clothes* now I am not holding a beer, and you said that was the reason, so what is it now? You are not going to be allowed inside. You know what? I will accept your denial under one condition. You think about what happened and know that I forgive you. enraged response beginning and silenced by a gesture- I am not going to fight you about this. exit stage left.

end this.

you people are no match for me.

...

I am a gamer who likes to spend money on games

I like the added edge of blood and metal

coinage enacts.

However, I do not have as much to spend as most.

That is why I feel this way;

use what you've got to get good you want

if its money or time, or lack for both.

[postamericanpoet]

EARTHKILL 2098: Obsidian Sky

Which way did she go?

Pesky girl

Hollywood Blvd down by the peep show

She is a character

Starring in: The Whole Year Inn

Stop. Rewind. Repeat track. Complicated scenario, and finally, Playback.

Don’t fight the fire these bridges are burning, strait off the axels hoping means learning. Tried as a bastard my shoes were not glued. I traveled this world, I saved them, I love you. Piss on me open, to hell from the grave. Takes one to know one, a bittersweet tune. Beaten with bricks and bottles, abused.

Classless Motherfucker, Choking hard, dragging cock. I live the way I wanna, better look at where you’re at. I’m in a different state of mind, can’t tell between good and bad.

Catching crazy, rattle and fuck.

Out of control, driving drunk

Serious question: What did I do for this?

I’m an abomination, living abortion

Eating shit drenched in piss

Mama only fucking tried to warn me

Cos they was coming in the back door on me

Free stay at the Overlook

Smoking a blunt

Not giving a shit or even

1, 2, or 3 fucks

The time we got is short

Everyone should look & listen now

Understanding is required

Don’t leave your money on the table

Hail Hail Rock n Roll

Dirty Ninjas ramen bowl

Take me down a rabbit hole

That I ain’t been down before

I’m in the distance

I’m fucking nuts

Pretty sure that

I’ve been here before

Falling crystals

Like the ash fall on doomsday

If the snow don’t stop we’ll never get to Bombay

The airline decides where I sit

I pay the fee and don’t complain

I got the aisle seat again the whole damn way

Asleep in the wheelhouse

Alive and on drugs

Kissed by an angel

Drown by mouth hugs

A one sided story

Comes available pain

The cost of your hindsight

The freeist cocaine

Only one headlight and

None on the porch

Dark as all fuck

Down on around the corner

I thought it was dark blue

But it’s blacker than pitch

Unforgiving no siding dramatic

Son of a bit

[ducktracy]

Can I ask why you dislike Bugs and Daffy shorts?

it’ll probably be repeating myself since i know i’ve made mention of this before but DISLIKE ISN’T REALLY THE WORD… i guess “frustration”, and a frustration that is more directed towards myself for not being able to enjoy them more. because i really do hold an immense respect for them! i genuinely think they are all classics and sincerely some of the most iconic cartoons ever made. Chuck Jones especially was on a hot streak with them—i rewatched The Abominable Snow Rabbit and was way surprised at how much i enjoyed it and LAUGHED at it, both because of my previous aversions and my general aversion to the ‘60s cartoons.

it’s just entirely personal taste. the Bugs and Daffy team-ups don’t portray the characters the way in which i get the most out of either of them, and that is entirely 100% my tastes rather than an objective shortcoming. i’ve gone on enough tangents about my Philosophies of Daffy (and will continue to) so i’ll save that, but i’m likewise lukewarm at best to Chuck Jones’ later rabbit—as much as i hate to say it. there are quite a few exceptions to this! Baby Buggy Bunny, Forward March Hare, To Hare is Human and The Hasty Hare are all some i really enjoy. THiH is especially heavy on the Bugs Domesticity i don’t gel with particularly well, and FMH is a bit of an odd casting choice too! but i still got a huge kick out of them watching them for the first time last year.

but, of course, my tastes for Bugs skews towards a much towards the wily, inciting heckler of the ‘40s. i was just having this discussion the other day; i won’t repeat the title becaaaause it is full of slurs! WWII propaganda how we love ye. but at the end of this short, Bugs has a breakdown because he got the peace and quiet he wanted—“AND IF ‘DERE’S ONE T’ING I CAN’T STAND, IT’S PEACE AN’ QUIET!!!! I HATE IT!!!!!” which completely sums up his ideal character to me. i think, as far as ‘50s shorts go, Friz Freleng does a really nice job of maintaining that sort of playfulness and still maintains his street smart Brooklyn roots, at least in comparison to his competition. (conversely, i LOVE McKimson’s ‘40s rabbit. Rebel Rabbit is the epitome of Bugs Bunny to me and falls in line with that same quote. Easter Yeggs is another)

that’s really it… i just don’t want to give the impression that i am some HATER OF BUGS AND DAFFY CARTOONS AND MUST BE ON A LIST. because that is not at all true. i am so persnickety and neurotic with my tastes and am constantly contradicting myself. ‘tis nothing new. as far as my tastes go at this moment, i just don’t get a lot out of those cartoons and tend to even disagree with them for more semi-objective reasons outside of personal taste (i do think they make Daffy a bit too transparent beyond their intentions of caricature, and i do think there is some objective truth in that Bugs is just. boring. in them…) but i still hold a great deal of respect for them and would likewise disagree with anyone who calls them straight up bad. they’re not. they’re masterpieces! they’re iconic for a reason! and therein is the root of my frustration with not being able to appreciate them to my full potential. i likewise don’t discuss them as much since i figure there are more dedicated fans of those cartoons who have more interesting takeaways and more dedicated takeaways that are better candidates to talk about them. i am not above my biases, but do try to make a point to call them out as much as i can for this reason.

[lamia111]

[that-rackin-frackin-varmint]

#6— 07/24/2022 4:26 PM

I feel like I’ve said this before at some point, but Daffy trying to get Bugs to say “You’re my hero” paired with “No one will ever know” really convinces me that deep down he still does retain his admiration of Bugs since his hero-worship days.

And that he wanted Bugs’ validation specifically. In spite of his long documented envy towards him.

He didn’t need Bugs to announce it to the whole world. He just wanted Bugs’ praise for himself. It was a rare fleeting moment of desire beyond his narcissism.

Bugs wouldn’t give it to him because he knew they were being filmed in meta.

Present day thoughts:

Ew meta logic being applied to Bugs' motives??? In the year of our lord and savior, 2024???

Okay, nitpicking on myself here-- Bugs doesn't let Daffy dwell on the implications of his (Bugs') actions. NOT because he doesn't want audiences to witness him being nice to Daffy. Let me explain.

Bugs is an 'acts of services' fella, AND a prideful asshole. This is accentuated with his dynamic with Daffy.

Knowing that BiA is very much inspired by Chuck Jones' versions of the characters: In BiA, Bugs is much less of the visibly amicable rabbit from The Abominable Snow Rabbit, and more the snarky, half-lidded smart aleck from the Hunting Trilogy. Though, the snark to heart ratio is a little tilted in BiA...

BiA Bugs doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve at all. So, to utter the words "You're my hero" to Daffy aloud would be the equivalent of saying "I adore you" which would sacrifice a lot of the emotional precarity Bugs has leveraged against him.

Tldr; Daffy wants to be wanted, but this iteration of Bugs is too pompous/uncomfortable with sincerity to meet Daffy halfway.

[dailylooneys]

The Abominable Snow Rabbit

(1961, Chuck Jones and Maurice Noble)

[thetrinityquotes]

"I can't stand pain, it hurts me!"

Tristan de Martel

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - May 20th

Honoring Leon Schlesinger. Happy Birthday Sniffles.

1939 - Naughty But Mice - Dir. Chuck Jones

1944 - Russian Rhapsody - Dir. Bob Clampett

1950 - His Bitter Half - Dir. Friz Freleng

1961 - The Abominable Snow Rabbit - Dir. Chuck Jones