#tiny bunny cosplay

[deathnyann]

Косплей на Катю Смирнову из новеллы Зайчик/ Tiny Bunny

[russianaestheticsstuff]

Не верь, не бойся, не проси.

fandom: Tiny Bunny.

character aesthetic: Roman Pyatifanov.

as Roma's fancast used a photo of @tvoy_pyatifan from TT.

[lucile-eris]

Лиса Алиса из визуальной новеллы «Зайчик», созданной по мотивам одноименного рассказа Дмитрия Мордаса.

Образ Алисы полностью ручная работа: созданы маска, хвост на подвижном каркасе, шубка. Персонаж сделан на базе бжд куклы фирмы Soom молд Nephelin.

[xoxliz-ochka]

[kitsushiro]

Cosplay based on the visual novel "Tiny Bunny". Have you played it?

[pinchan]

been getting "god i wanna cosplay that" thoughts everytime i reread some manga but problem is i don't have a lot of money to get a lot and i also can't sew

[yanderenightmare]

All For One

TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, captive reader, mind deterioration

fem reader

All For One has a habit of subjugating you for his own pleasure. 

It’s a game he likes to play—quite like chess, only… you start off with a single pawn, and you don’t know any of the rules. And he’s been world champion ten years in a row. And he plays dirty.

Tonight, he’s dressed you up in a costume. Not any old Halloween costume, but a slutty one. Not a playboy bunny or a maid, nor a schoolgirl—this was worse—a sleazy rendition of your old hero uniform.

You’d barely recognized the faintly familiar design when he first laid it out on the bed for you. Silly and naïve, you thought his games of derision would end when you finally offered your submission, but that was a fool’s thought. What fun were you if not proof of his undying victory—a reminder, a trophy, a relic?

It’s beyond degrading. Tight and revealing. Less than an actual costume, it was more something one would wear in the bedroom, cosplaying for some fantasy starring an overly sexualized you. Only God knows where he’d gotten it from.

Your steel armor, once with the dignity of a knight, had instead been swapped out for a silly silver bikini—the shimmery fabric tacky and cheap, allowing your nipples to peak forth. Covering it was a top and a skirt made up of silver chains, which only further mocked the appearance of chainmail—looking more like the jewelry a stripper might wear.

He’d forgone your helmet, boots, and sword entirely. Truly, if it weren’t for the detailing of the pattern making the fabric vaguely resemble plated armor, it wouldn’t have been much different from any other set of lingerie.

And still, it’s just similar enough to make it sting.

“Look at you...” he jeers, his voice sodden with taunt—carmine stare faded and gleeful, thoroughly enjoying it. “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He stands behind you in the mirror, holding you delicately by the hips, intimately close, dressed in another one of his black suits, fully clothed in devastating contrast to you. His smile curls as he roams your ill-covered body, kissed with the flush of chagrin, leering at you in the reflection—his voice slithering right by your ear.

“Though I can’t say I remember it being quite so revealing, can you?” he jokes, running his hands up and down your waist, fiddling some with the intricacies—metal daintily clinking and clangoring. “No, there’s something else that’s different...”

You feel so humiliated, so small—as if he could hold you up by the scruff of your neck with ease. It isn’t just a feeling—you’re well aware that he most likely could.

“Why yes, of course…” he hums with delayed realization—you know he’s faking for anticipation, chittering while wrapping his thick arms around your tiny midsection, giving you a firm squeeze. “You’ve lost all muscle.”

It’s a painful truth. You don’t know how many months it’s been. Perhaps a year has passed already, maybe even more. He keeps you well aware of his triumph in the outside world, but time still eludes you.

You’d tried maintaining it in the beginning, even after he’d taken your quirk. You’d been vigilant, keeping up your workout regimens just as religiously as before. But you couldn’t pick what you ate, nor when—and he’d only feed you cake. It wasn’t long before all your hard-earned muscles had melted away like popsicle syrup off the stick, licked and lapped right up by the man holding you.

“Mmh, yes…” he murmurs gratingly while swaying you back against him, lips pressing against your ear. “And it’s left you oh-so-soft.”

His bulbous crotch slots against your upper ass, resting there as it grows fatter and warm—a sign of his enjoyment. The weight of him makes you feel all but paper-thin.

His voice rasps now. “If I were to give you your quirk back, I wager you wouldn’t even be able to use it anymore—it would sooner rip your poor limbs apart.”

It’s beyond cruel to suggest—as if disgracing your old costume wasn’t enough torment already. You bite your lip, gnaw it harshly—don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t let him see you cry.

“Isn’t that just fascinating?” He gives your earlobe a gentle bite, and the whimper in your throat springs free like prey out of hiding.

A sniffle shortly followed—along the dribble of the night’s very first tears. Your diminished spirit has made you all too prone to cry as if there’s nothing else for you to do but indulge in the small comfort it gives.

“Oh, sweetie—don’t weep over prowess long since lost. It was never enough to challenge me anyway,” he coos, as if consoling you—swaying your smaller brittle body back against his looming chest, a cage that seemed to swallow you whole.

Steering your jaw, he holds your face still before the mirror, unable to look away as the tears dribble down your sorry cheeks—he smears them further with a kiss.

“The world would chew you up as you are now, fragile like glass.” The grin curling his lips makes you resemble prey caught on a predator’s teeth—you can’t help but shiver at the sight of it. You wish he wouldn’t toy with you like food and just kill you already. “Mark my words, hero—the belly of the beast would not grant you as much comfort as I do.”

His other hand slips down to cup your mound—firmly, with a squeeze that has you curl yourself back against him as he presses two tough fingerpads into your clothed clit, rubbing it tightly enough to make your thighs shake.

“You’re better off like this,” he grunts, snickers at how your weak hands clutch the sleeve of his suit, curling the fabric in your palms until your knuckles whiten—watching the furrow further crease between your cinched brows as you try and bite back your pathetic little sounds even as more tears come tumbling down your swollen cheeks. “Mh, my pretty plaything.”

He makes you continue to look at yourself as he simply slides the panty to the side of your cunt. Encouraging you to place your hands flat against the mirror as he bends you forward, then to step back and stand atop his dress shoes.

“Don’t be shy now,” he makes sure to tell you. “You’re as light and negligible as a feather.”

He parts his feet and yours along with them, spreading your thighs enough to accommodate the fat heat he soon slides between them. Rigid and veiny, it competes with the size of your forearm—so thick that when he slaps it up against your slit, your knees buckle from the impact.

His chuckles rumble across your body like an earthquake. You only realize how much it makes you shake when he encloses your hip in his big hand, steadying you. Holding you still as he drags his engorged cockhead through your lips, catching your clit before resting on your entrance.

You’re so sore from prior nights—countless hours locked in this room with his visits the only thing keeping you company—everything has yet to forgive you for the wreckage those visits leave behind. Your sorry little puss rues and dreads another defeat now as he sinks inside the comfort of your battered walls, one unyielding inch at a time. 

You wince and tense, shoulders bracing, and yet he pushes deeper, sliding you down his shaft until you rest at the hilt of his base, kneading the tip into your gummy womb, giving it a deep kiss that bulges out from your poor belly.

The sight in the mirror is morbid, even more so than the feeling—the way he molds your insides to fit him, to cater and house his length and size. 

“Ah—just perfect, isn’t it, hero?” he purrs, chest resting heavily upon your spine while dwarfing both your hips in a firm grip, chin-stubble scraping along your neck as his voice comes out hot against your ear, “Obedience suits you so well, don’t you agree?”

Your knees buckle once he starts the heavy pace—slowly pounding into you from behind, dragging out and pushing deep in womb-robbing thrusts. You pant from the toll of it, feeling your muscles give—too tired and too broken to continue acting tough. He’s the only reason you’re left upright on your feet—keeping you standing with just his hold on your haunches. It seems like nothing to him, though it feels like the weight of the world to you.

“It’s only a shame it had to come with all these scars.” He clicks his tongue, eyes raking across your body as it takes him, resting on each mark disrupting the otherwise milk-smooth skin. “If only you’d accepted your place sooner.”

The ember burning within you is all but a piece of cooling charcoal now. You feel it diminish every day, leaving you even thinner than before.

“But then again, I quite enjoy you like this—littered with my battle scars from your toes up to your crown. It’s rather intimate, isn’t it?” he hums with a smile. “Proof of all the times I could’ve quashed you beneath my foot like a pitiful bug but decided to spare you. Teach you how to worship like the weak ought to.”

There was a time when you still humored the thought of killing him, even with your quirk taken from you. You thought, in your foolishness, that being this close to him must garner an opportunity, any, however slim, just enough for you to take advantage and finish what you vowed to end so long ago.

Now, you almost don’t care anymore. The world had moved on without you, and there was nothing more you could do about it.

You realize your promise had been as cheap as this outfit.

“The greater the fall, the sweeter the surrender, isn’t that right?” he states. “Doesn’t it feel good to finally accept your place in the world, hero?”

You can only nod your head and agree.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[jeonghansbunny]

Bunny caught in a trap (Part 2)

Part 1

Rating: 18+ | Read at your own discretion

Content warnings: Dom/Sub, manhandling, crying, unprotected sex, creampie, cosplay, bdsm. Please keep in mind that I wrote this with the idea that everything is consensual!

Jeonghan

Leads you to the bed

And makes you lay on your stomach 

A pillow rests underneath you

He starts trailing kisses

Down your neck, on your shoulders and on your back

Singing praises of how good of a "bunny" you are

His weight rests on top of you

Your face buried in the mattress 

Not wanting to show him the lewd expressions you're making

He guides your arms above your head

And without you realising

He ties your hands to the headboard 

In a confused state you want to question him

"what are you do-" but before you can finish your sentence

His thumb enters your mouth

"suck" he says

And you follow his command 

You wrap your mouth around his thumb and start to suck it

He sneaks the other hand beneath you on your stomach 

And moves it lower and lower

Until he finds that sensitive spot

The tiny little dot 

That keeps sticking out

He pinches at it

While at the same time

Stroking his cock

Up and down your folds

Teasing you with only his tip

Inserting it and then taking it out

Making you whine in protest

"It's not enough" you think to yourself

You want to move your hips

But his entire weight is on top of you

Making any sort of movement difficult 

Again your eyes start to tear up 

You look up at him desperately 

Pleading with your eyes

Seeing his bunny so needy makes him chuckle

But he has his principles

He keeps at it

Only teasing you with the tip 

While stroking your clit

The overstimulation has you rolling your eyes

At the back of your head

Your whines get louder and louder

Knowing you're about to cum

He takes out his tip 

And as you clench around nothing

You orgasm

But the pressure on your stomach is still there

You want more. You need more 

Overwhelmed and overstimulated 

Not having had the satisfaction 

You start crying

He gently pats your head

And tells you he's sorry

But the both of you know he doesn't mean it

That satisfied smile on his face shows his true feelings 

He's proud of what he did 

He releases your hands and turns you on your back

Again he lays all his weight on top of you

While his now full hard on rests between your folds

He doesn't put it in yet

First he tries to comfort you 

By telling you he's sorry

And that he couldn't help teasing you because you were just so cute

He gently pats your head and kisses away your tears

That shitty smirk still not leaving his face

You managed to calm down a bit but not fully 

Seeing you feeling better

He starts grinding his length around your folds

But you're sensitive 

And the stimulation is just too much

That the tears start again

His eyes never leaving your face

Observing the change in your expression 

His cock starts to throb

He pushes his entire cock inside of you

And thrusts his hips like a starved man

All while his hands rest gently on top of your head

Shushing you with a smile on his face

You hold onto his shoulders for dear life

While his cock reaches the deepest parts of you 

Rubbing all the right spots

You want to beg him to go easy on you

But no words come out

Only sounds to which you wonder if they're even yours

You never heard your voice like that

As the pressure in your stomach intensifies 

You start to squeeze him harder

He softly tells you that it's okay

And that you can cum for him

As you do so

He releases inside of you

Happy with his meal <3

[gh0ulsh4rk]

I just watched the Borderlands movie trailer... wow.

I have a lot to say,

(TLDR: it's bad. I'm not excited. costumes = bad. writing = questionable. plot = stupid. casting = horrific)

let's start with casting and costume design. Jamie Lee Curtis as Tannis isn't horrible IMO, but only if it was their last resort... and I have a feeling it wasn't. Costume wise? I'm a little confused as Tannis pretty much has the same aesthetic through the games, and yet they missed the mark pretty bad. Let's take her outfit from the 3rd game, since it's most recent. She's got this tan button up, long redish coat, jeans, boots and of course The Works (video game characters tend to have more Stuff on them, she's got a rope tied to her echo, giving her character something more to look at, it's cool!). In the movie, Jamie Lee wears this... what I can only compare to something you'd see in Star Trek, while it's the closest shade to red I'd like to see on Tannis, it's not even close to what she'd wear in game. I'm very nervous to see how they write her in this movie, she's a very close comfort character and I'd hate to see her bring absolutely butchered.

Jack Black as Claptrap... ok... Claptrap is my favorite Borderlands character, I have a pillow that has him and him in sum naughty shis, ok? he's my fucking cinnamon apple. They butchered him in the 3rd game, and they continued to butcher him in this fucked movie. while his movement LOOKS satisfying, I can't really complain accurately since there wasn't a ton of him in the trailer that I watched. 2/10 overall.

Kevin Hart as Roland... no. just... no..

Ariana Greenblatt as Tiny Tina. I am not familiar with her actress, no hate to her personally. Tina is a very specific character and yet? she's well written in every game she's in (IMO)! BUT. the actress they chose to play her is not who i would have picked, nor is the costume... Tina wears an apron with a little bunny dude, a pink shirt/vest underneath and what I can assume either a orange suit/orange T-shirt and pants under all of that. she has an arm sleevie and mismatched socks/shoes. . . I have seen better cosplays of Tiny Tina in the wild than I have in that trailer. to the point I thought the trailer was a joke. Either the costume design team got to see the characters for a second and had to work off of that or they just, completely missed the mark.. as someone who adores Tina, this is really disappointing! not to mention her writing seemed really off, which almost seems impossible to do.

Kreig? I kinda have no complaints here, other than- if Maya isn't here, why is he? Maya is the only reason Kreig joined the crimson raiders.. story wise it just doesn't make sense?

Lilith. *SIGH* I just,,, why? Lilith, while her writing is shabby imo, her character design is beautiful, Fire Hawk is beautiful! WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER IN THIS MOVIE???? WHAT IS SHE WEARING, WHY IS HER HAIR,,,, THAT,,,,,?????????? NO! JUST N O.

it is, laughably bad!!!

The story won't make sense nor does it follow canon. Brick and Mordecai are apparently just, gone? why was Mouthpiece there???? WHY WASN'T ELLIE IN THE TRAILER? If Roland is alive, is Jack alive??? Is he even in the movie??? ugh! it's reminding me of how the same director fucked up Uncharted (the movie), & it hurts.

[ficoandleo]

What could he even dress Alan in. . .he'd have to match him and Sho. And Leo's been so caught up in other things he still hadn't decided what their costumes would be in the first place. But now it has to be a matching costume for three. . .mm. . . .

But. . .now he's thinking about all the kinds of things Alan could wear. . .if he caters to him too much it won't even look like a costume though, just a feminine version of his regular clothes. But it has to be something just reasonable enough for Alan to agree to. . . . If they went with some sort of cosplay or media reference he might have to explain it to Alan before he'd get on board and that would be a pain. . . .

Dressing them as a devil and angel on his shoulders could be good. . .kind of basic though. And he's not sure what he would dress up as between them. Maybe he could pick one of the other ghouls, as a joke questioning their life choices. Alan probably wouldn't let him get away with that though, lest he end up picking a fight with another house.

Speaking of other ghouls. . .they could take some inspiration from other houses? A showgirl, a bunny suit, and he's dressed like a dealer? Princesses and a knight? Some sort of sexy cosplay of cute anomalies(well, his wouldn't be sexy--)? He briefly considers Obscuary and quickly dismisses any thoughts of them he gets as excessively basic in terms of Halloween costumes. Then again the sexy crossdressing aspect of it would help with that. . .horror-themed doctor and nurses would be basic too, but the idea would be easy to execute on short notice and the little nurse dresses. . . . . . . . .

As he considers each house he also considers some of the ghouls in them. As his mind drifts to the thought of Tohma in a short ballgown showing muscular cleavage when he gives a polite bow and Jiro as a sexy nurse while being utterly careless of how high up on his muscular thighs his little skirt is riding and Taiga in a form-fitting dress with a slit up to his hip that unfailingly shows the tiny strip of lace that suggests a similarly tiny pair of underwear, he shakes his head a little. He's getting distracted!

Planning for three people(one of which may be unwilling) is harder than he thought.

[princessasmosprincess]

The Sleepover

Part 2

Summary: RAD exams are rough, you go to

Levi's room for a little comfort.

Pairing: Leviathan × GN Reader/MC, demon

brothers

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None.

***

As the brothers dispersed to make preparations for the sleepover, Levi went to his closet door and hesitated. Was this the right moment to give you his gift? With one cursory glance back at your sleeping form, he decided to do it. In the back of his closet, hidden behind his matching Ruri-Chan cosplays for the two of you was a pink sheep plush he’d sewn by hand. It had a little orange bow with a bell around its neck, his color, you'd said once. He hoped you would like it.

He’d planned on giving it to you on your birthday or one of the big Human World holidays you’d miss because of the RAD exchange program. But now was the right moment. He slowly slipped the plush toy under your arm, watching to make sure you wouldn't wake.

“Don’t worry, they won’t wake up for a while,” said Belphie. He’d already made himself at home on Levi’s beanbag chair and was currently stroking your hair over the side of the tub. “They’re dreaming.”

Of course, Belphie’s dream powers. He could trap anyone in a dream as long as he focused on them. Normally this would be a terrifying experience for the dreamer, but since Belphie loved you, as did all of the brothers, he would make it a good dream. One to chase your worries away.

Your face finally looked relaxed under Belphie’s spell. The lines of worry were smoothed out and the smallest of smiles graced your lips. Levi only wished he’d had such a useful power. He couldn’t exactly make it rain indoors or summon Lotan and expect that to comfort you.

But then again, you'd chosen to go to his room first. That had to count for something.

“What are they dreaming about?” Levi asked, his eyes not leaving your sleeping face.

Belphie smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Water Boy.”

Levi rolled his eyes. He knew his youngest brother just loved keeping this little secret. He had to distract himself or he was going to end up getting overwhelmed with jealousy. He turned the tv on to your favorite anime series. It was a slice-of-life romantic comedy that you’d seen approximately a hundred times. It was a bit of a normie show for his taste but he knew it was your favorite.

Asmo held the door open for Lucifer and Mammon, who had returned from the attic, their arms full with blankets, pillows, and futons.

“Lean the futons against the wall,” said Lucifer. “We have to clear the floor first.”

Levi joined them, not wanting them to ruin his careful organization. He had a system.

Asmo skipped over to the bathtub, a basket of nail and skincare supplies in one hand, and your comfiest pajamas in the other.

“Keep them asleep for me, Belphie, so I can dress them in their cute jammies.” Asmo began unbuttoning your RAD jacket.

“Ain’t happening,” Mammon said, pulling back his arm to throw a volume of manga at Asmo. Lucifer grabbed it before he could.

“They can change when they wake up.” Lucifer said.

“Ugh fine,” Asmo pouted. After tossing the pajamas into Belphie’s lap, he slipped a bunny ear headband over your head to push your hair out of your face. He then pulled out a soft washcloth, holding it out to Levi who was kneeling on the floor nearby, scooping up some manga magazines. “Levi, if you will…?”

Levi produced a tiny rain cloud over the handkerchief, dampening it with cool, clean water.

“Thank you!” Asmo gently cleaned your face with the handkerchief. After he applied toner and a sheet mask, he got to work on your nails, choosing your favorite color in a shade perfect for your skintone.

Satan and Beel were the next to arrive. Satan had a small stack of dvds in his hands.

“22 meals are on their way from Hell’s Kitchen,” Beel said proudly.

“Beel, there’s only eight of us.” said Asmo.

“I know.”

“It was going to be 50 but I managed to talk him into ordering less. I thought the succubus working the cash register was going to cry when she heard how many orders we needed.” Satan set the dvds down on a side table. “I brought a few of MC’s favorite movies. I thought we could watch one of them together when they wake up.”

“I think I’m gonna make some popcorn for everyone, maybe some snacks too,” said Beel. “Does anyone need anything while I’m out?”

“Can you bring my weighted blanket from our room? The purple, lavender scented one.” Belphie asked. “And make sure you don’t eat all the snacks before you get here, ok Beel?”

“I won’t eat them if it’s for MC,” Beel resolved.

Satan joined his older brothers in clearing the floor. The four of them had all the manga and games reshelved in no time.

“Ya know, we should make a blanket fort like I hear they do in the Human World.” said Mammon.

“It is a popular sleepover tradition there,” Satan agreed.

Lucifer took an appraising glance around the room. “I don’t know how they do it in the Human World, but there’s enough space now to do a simple levitation spell to suspend the blankets, provided it’s ok with Levi.” He looked to the third born.

Levi shrugged. “As long as it doesn't disturb Henry or MC.”

“I think we can manage that.” said Lucifer, he began rolling up the rug on the floor. “Mammon, go gather a few more sheets and blankets. Satan, you’ll help me with the spell.”

As the sleepover preparations continued, Asmo finished with your nails and moved on to complete your skincare routine. He peeled the sheet mask off your face and, glancing around to see no one was looking, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, MC!” Asmo exclaimed, “You woke up after my kiss just like Sleeping Beauty! Does that mean I’m your handsome prince?”

“Nah, that just means Belphie fell asleep.” said Mammon kicking the door closed, his arms full of blankets.

Sure enough, Belphie was snoring, his hand still tangled in your hair, the dream spell he had put you under was broken.

You sat up and peered over the side of the tub.

“What’s all this for?”

Satan and Lucifer were actually working together, crawling on the floor with their sleeves rolled up, drawing a magic circle in chalk. Beel was coming through the door, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands, his arms balancing a ton of snacks. You caught sight of your newly polished nails.

“We wanted to help you feel better,” said Levi.

You were speechless.

“Mammon, Levi, start spreading out the first blanket,” said Lucifer as the magic circle began to glow.

They were doing this all for you. You could feel the tears starting to flow again. You were so loved in this house.

“Try not to cry, dear,” said Asmo as he patted some night cream into your skin, “We don’t want you to become dehydrated.”

You let Asmo finish his ministrations and then you went to change into your pajamas in Levi’s closet. By the time you returned, the blanket fort was done, illuminated by some string lights Mammon found in the attic and Belphie’s mini star projector. The brothers had spread the futons out on the floor

One dinner, two movies in, and many snacks later, you found yourself in the center of a cuddle pile. Asmo and Mammon clung to either side of you while Beel and Belphie used your thighs as pillows. Somehow Lucifer had managed to grab hold of one of your hands, and Satan was curled up like a cat by your head. They were all asleep.

You extracted yourself from the cuddle pile without waking anyone up, you were going to grab yourself a drink of water when you noticed Levi was separated from the group. He was sitting on his beanbag, playing something on his portable game system.

You plopped down on the beanbag chair next to him, slipping your arm through his. You felt him stiffen a little but you didn't let go.

“How come you’re all the way up here?” you asked.

“Needed a little space.”

“Oh…” You started to move back, not wanting to bother him.

“No, that’s n-not what I m-m-meant. I didn't n-need sp-space from you,” Levi stammered. “Stay, please.”

“Ok,” You snuggled into him, laying your head on his shoulder. He hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking up the projected constellations. The room was silent except for his brothers’ gentle snoring.

You finally broke the silence, “Was this you?” You held up the sheep plushie.

“Yeah,” he said. “I made it myself.”

“I knew it!” You squeezed the plushie to your chest and Levi felt his heart clench. “Thank you. For everything.”

He turned to look at you, “I didn't really do anything. The sleepover was Asmo’s idea.”

“But you let us use your room, I know how much you value your privacy and how you dislike 'normie things’ like sleepovers.”

Levi could feel himself blushing. You noticing the smallest things about him affected him so deeply. “It’s ok once in a while.”

“And you did so much more for me than this,” you said, recalling how he’d held you when you cried. He didn't demand anything from you. He didn't try to come up with a solution right away. He just let you cry. He would never know how much you needed that. “Thank you so much.”

“I– it was nothing.”

“Not to me.”

You entwined your fingers with his and the two of you fell asleep on the beanbag chair together, still gazing at the stars.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[lucile-eris]

Маска лисы Алисы из визуальной новеллы «Зайчик». Ручная работа, размер 1/3 для куклы бжд.

Alice's fox mask from the visual novel "Tiny Bunny". Handmade, 1/3 format.

[cursedchildofchaos]

Be Warned...If You’re Reading This, It’s Your Fault

He climbed out of the water, his tiny arms struggling, sopping wet. The sun glistened against his scaly chest.

Learn How To Dino T Rex was alive.

6 months later

Mr. T Rex was sipping on the blood of his enemies…not Sword Lady and Pikaman. They were there with him. They had become friends. In fact, they started a cult together.

But they had new enemies. Every day it seemed that a new evil force was trying to take over. The birds? As pretty as they were, they were vile. 

The little frog. He may look trustworthy, but he took all the vanilla extract from everyone else. Despicable.

And don't even get me started on the dogs with human faces. That shit was weird. 

They would not succumb to the new Cult of Ads. They all had to be taken out. Thus, that's what was in Mr. T Rex's drink.

Why had he paired up with Sword Lady and Pikaman? Because of the other way worse cult. 

The Gummy Bears.

When the attack happened…it was awful. They drowned a poor cat who wouldn't join their forces. Mr. T Rex knew his power was truly over. He saw the light of Sword Lady and Pikaman's ways. But this new power? They had to stop it. They had to work together.

And now he was in love with Sword Lady, too, which complicated things. I mean can you blame him? Her soft gentle silvery locks? Her smoldering eyes. If you'd seen her wearing her bunny ears fancy corset, you would fall for her looks, too.

But it wasn't just looks. It was her soul. But her soul belonged to Pikaman, who had recently proposed marriage…

Mr. T Rex couldn't betray Pikaman by stealing Sword Lady from him. Pikaman was his best friend. The light of his life. His buddy old pal. The Ice Pick Joe to his Goncharov. 

No, that wouldn't be right. But he would fight by their side.

He was thinking about this as he drank the blood of one of the Gummy Bears. It tasted like fruit punch Powerade. Suddenly, more Gummy Bears attacked.

Sword Lady violently slashed about slicing heads off and screaming (it reminded Mr. T Rex of Steve in the Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs movie).

Pikaman was pretty useless since he was just some guy in cosplay (all he could do was nibble the foot of a gummy bear he caught).

Mr. T Rex wasn't the greatest help either, due to his arms being so small. His only hope of help was catching the wretched things in his mouth without drowning.

Finally, they had caught them all and dumped them in a lake.

A threat was still in the air. Could the cult stop them? No, but the Communist pigs from Animal Farm could. No more gelatin for the Gummy Bears!

And that's how the Gummy Bear War ended. The cats all died, or so we thought…a little cat named Princess was rumored to survive and that's why we still have cats to this day.

Beware…there are rumors of not all the Gummy Bears dying either. You can usually spot the Gummy Bears though because they’re always singing “Oh, I’m a Gummy Bear! Yes, I’m a Gummy Bear!”

But back to the past. The Cult of Ads continued after this. They worshiped the Sword Lady as their queen. 

But it was painful for Mr. T Rex. He decided he was gonna go on a spiritual journey alone before returning to the cult.

That's when he went to England and fell in love with Tea, a glass of tea. They are happily married (It was a double wedding with Sword Lady and Pikaman, now Sword Man and Pikalady as they took each other’s last names). 

Tea perhaps is one of the most devoted cultists even though Tea can't read all the passages and must have someone read to her cuz she's illiterate due to being a glass of tea…

Or maybe that's what she wants us to think…maybe…she's been an undercover cop this whole time!

Dun, dun, dun!

[kitsushiro]

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hiya!! Can I have a matchup for Bungo Stray Dogs and maybe Attack on Titan? My self appointed nickname for the internet is Bunny or Julii and my pronouns are she/her. I am a leo and a INFP. I’m 5’1” (I think, I’m short but it only bugs me when it’s inconvenient. IE: high shelves.) I’m plus sized and pale with fluffy honey colored hair with natural dark brown roots. I usually shave half of my eyebrows off so they’re nubs to draw a new, pointier shape but I’m lazy and don’t draw them on a lot. I’ve been told I’m dainty and have slightly bucked and a tiny overbite- my teeth kind of look like rabbit teeth tbh. Personality: I’m kind, obnoxiously so and mostly to ppl who don’t deserve it. I’m also silly and careful ab people’s feelings. I tend to be, not a mom friend but a big/lil sis type of friend depending on who. I’m shy at first but can get very loud and have been told I’m a funny girl. I kind of hate authority but need to be told what to do- it’s a battle of two wolves. I also really like princess treatment a lot lmao like pet names are a yes with ppl I know. I dress cutesy or goth or both and ppl have been weird about it. People infantilize me a lot. It doesn’t help I’m autistic and have ADHD Hobbies: drawing, writing stories, watching videos, cosplaying, collecting fashion dolls and Care Bears. Likes- pet names, praise, art, anime, spicy/sweet foods, rabbits, dolls, scary movies/horror attractions Dislikes: cruel people, existence- like the constant struggle of it (I’m fine I swear), being treated like a kid bc of my hobbies and appearance, most modern country music, and Julius Caesar. I forgot to put my sexuality but I identify as queer and mayyyybe ace. I prefer women but I do like the occasional man and the like. I like a buuuunch of anime and fictional men, so it’s okay if I’m matched up with a man. :)

Hi Bunny! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I saw your additional fandom ask and have included it here. Since you said you would prefer a female matchup but would be okay with a male, I've gone with female matchups but included a male suggestion as well. If you'd like me to elaborate on these alternate matchups, just let me know! I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

I think you and Naomi would get along well. You’re both people who care deeply about those you care about and are “sister” figures to your friends.

Naomi does have a bad habit of babying those she cares about, and you definitely fall under that category. Pleas just tell her that it’s something that you dislike and she’ll do her best to treat you as an adult.

She does sometimes slip up though so be patient with her while she breaks the habit. She’s trying her best, it will just take time.

Did I hear princess treatment? Oh, Naomi is all over that. She’s always asking to do your hair, pick out outfits for you, massage your back, take you out on dates, buy things for you. She enjoys being able to treat the person she loves.

I get the feeling that Naomi would like a mix of pop and country music. She may not seem like it but I think she would enjoy modern country music a fair bit. Please recommend some songs for her to listen to.

For your consideration, Atsushi would be a good male matchup for you.

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Sasha is a lot like Naomi in that she cares deeply about you. But there’ll be no babying from this one. Whether they’re an actual child, a friend, or an older high ranking official, she’s treating everyone the same, especially if they have food.

Speaking of food, Sasha loves taking you on breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates. She gets to spend time with you and try lots of tasty food? That’s a win-win in her book.

She also needs to be told what to do a lot of the time since she struggles with taking the initiative. It’s handy for you both having friends like Mikasa who can take the lead when need be.

Your carefulness of peoples feeling balances out Sasha’s naturally “say what’s on her mind” way of talking. You’re able to smooth over a lot of conflicts that may arise from Sasha carelessly saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.

Please don’t ask her to watch horror movies with you. She’ll eat all the snacks and once they’re gone, she has nothing to distract her from what’s happening on screen. She’ll be up all night due to fear and a stomach-ache from the snacks…

For your consideration, Connie would be a good male matchup for you.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

Nobara is a good balance between Naomi and Sasha. She enjoys spoiling you but won’t overdo it. She’s a firm believer that if she goes overboard with buying and doing things for you now, it won’t be special when she does it later.

That’s not to say she won’t give you the princess treatment though, especially if she knows you like it. She’ll also give you a bunch of pet names based on things she knows you like or her favourite features of you.

Definitely someone who can take charge when needed. She’s a born leader and has the charisma to make it work. She’ll happily give you guidance where it’s needed.

You two would be the “older sister” friends to a lot of people. You both give off that energy and, when combined, you’re like the older sister everyone needs, always looking out for them but teasing them mercilessly.

Won’t treat you like a kid. In the world of demons and curses they live in, treating someone as something less than they are can be fatal. She will treat you the way she wants so be treated, no more, no less.

For your consideration, Yuji would be a good male matchup for you.

[hekcle]

When it's October I have like few options for my communities usual Halloween event

I can find things for Death and cosplay him, take my Puss in Boots figuren with me and have no one recognize me as I run around as a grim reaper figure with tiny mans

Or I go as Puss in Boots, still don't get recognized unless I finish the tail I plan to make, take my tiny cat basket as Kitty Softpaws, possibly take my untuned ukulele and if people ask for a song I go "I gotchu" strum and then run away

Or I go as shadow the hedgehog WITH the gloves that have claws, bring an emerald of mine and that's it, nothing funny

I go as Agent Stone with my shadow the hedgehog back pack and pretend to be on the run from the government

And then in honor of FNAF I pick a character to whore out, no one will know who I am but my friends and people will think I might be an play boy bunny of some sorts while I'm just "Actually I'm Bonnie but thanks"

Or I go as William Afton, get a fake sword and randomly whisper to my friends as a before hand planned joke "my next victim" as a kid goes by