#ALSO he hops like a bunny in the grass

[stripesysheaven]

i know i said i was going to name the kitten ben linus but. my mom REALLY wants to name him benry (ben linus and henry gale) and im obsessed with it

although because of this picture we did consider the name grogu

[nmn-yty]

— ๋࣭ ⭑࿐ first time ｡o♡⋆˚｡⋆.

read part 1: here!!!

pairing: lee know x reader

summary: caring for a bunny seemed harder than you thought

tags: 「SFW! fluff! (ik the title is misleading but i promise this is all fluff!) | hybrid!lee know | referring to lee know as minho | soft!lee know (he's even cuter in this one) | hyper lee know>< | bunny bath time! | the neediest bunny ever | another sweet little kiss! | reader has no gender」

word count: 1.7k

a/n: back at it again! ik ive said it so many times throughout my blog but im truly thankful for all the likes and reblogs(◞‸◟)♡ this will be the last part of my bunny lee know endeavor but i will make more hybrid and skz stories in the future! (look out for the han story next) also keep in mind that ive never owned any pets so the animal behavior is based on memory of things ive seen online, dont come for me pls>< anyways, i hope this one lives up to the hype of the first part, enjoy!!! (also i apologize for not posting sooner><)

+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal to no revisions

a few days in and the days seemed to get harder and harder for you. not because minho was causing you any trouble, but because the fluttery feeling in your stomach kept growing the more you spent time with him. it was scary how perfect he was in every way.

you were sitting on your couch enjoying a nice hot drink, when the familiar sound of thumping on the wood floor caught your attention. you looked down to find a playful bunny minho. he was scurrying around your feet, even moving his paws to your legs.

"what's wrong?" you set your drink down on the table in front of you.

minho kept on pawing at your legs. you reached down to pick him up, placing him in your lap.

"i can't understand you when you're in the form, you know?"

he looked up at you with a nonchalant expression, you expected nothing out of him. before you knew it, you had a hybrid minho sitting in your lap bridal style, hands wrapped around your neck. the weight and size change startled you, but he loved to tease you and transform whenever he pleased.

"can i please go outside for a bit?" he was really bouncy and sounded out of breath. you had to remind yourself that he was a wild animal. although you took him in to stay in your house, his animal instincts couldn't be suppressed.

"okay, but only for a little-" he cut your sentence off by changing back into a bunny, still knocking you off guard.

he scurried off your lap and towards the back hallway, scratching at the door for you to open it. he looked back at you with those big dark eyes. they always sparkled perfectly in the right lighting. seeing him being all hyper as an animal was truly so endearing. you've always wanted someone like him in your life. the universe definitely planned out your lives to be intertwined.

you rolled your eyes from his fast movements and got up. the second you opened the door wide enough for him to fit, he dashed out onto the grass. it has still been snowy for the past couple of days, but today the grass held a light layer of snow from earlier that day.

he was hopping around the entire yard, sniffing around bushes, chewing on some of the obtainable food he could get his mouth on. you could see the footprints and tracks beginning to circle around the snow. the whole surface of your yard was being fully inspected by him.

you couldn't help but sit down by the steps of your back porch. hugging your knees in admiration, you followed minho's path all throughout the whole time you were out there. you couldn't help but get flustered about the racing thoughts in your mind. something as simple as watching him be comfortable in his environment made you feel at ease.

what you didn't know was minho found himself wanting to be human more for the both of you. it was exhausting for him at times, but he couldn't help but laugh with you, smile with you, feel with you. he never got to experience these moments with anyone before. he wanted each adventure with you to last for hours.

he looked up to find you staring at him, which made his heart race faster than it normally should. draining energy fast, he flopped on his back, waving his paws and feet in the air. getting a chuckle out of you from the distance, he felt satisfied. the sudden urge to dig overwhelmed his thoughts, getting back to his feet and digging straight down from where he was standing.

luckily, you had your mind to distract you from his actions. he started to go feral, getting the dirt and snow all over his face.

drifting away from your daydream, you found your white fluffy bunny turning brown from the dirt and snow.

"minho, no!" you quickly ran over to him, making him realize he was likely in big trouble. thinking two steps ahead, he dove out of your attempt to grab him. shocked and stunned, you still chased after him. he was running steadily back towards the house. the universe was on your side though, as the back door was closed and all minho could do was try to reach up and grab the handle. however, being in his small form, he failed miserably.

"cmon silly," you bent down to grab the squirming animal in your arms, the warmth from your body making him docile and shut down.

once you got to the bathroom upstairs, you gently set minho on the floor. his eyes were slowly closing and he tried his best to keep them open again. before he could fall asleep, he jolted himself awake, which unfortunately turned him into his hybrid form.

"do you want me to take my clothes off so you can bathe me?"

his question made you whip your head around in shock, stuttering nonsense to try and distract yourself from the image of himself being naked in front of you.

"dont be difficult... turn into a bunny so i can wash you quickly."

he let out a small whine, almost like it was his plan all along to get dirty and have this scenario go his way.

you crossed your arms and gave him a dissatisfied look. you weren't really mad at him, you just wanted the day to end quicker so you two could snuggle in bed together.

one big movement turned him small again, he hopped onto your legs, as you had knelt down to get comfortable. you turned on the water in your bathtub and ran some warm water about two or three inches from the bottom. placing him inside the tub, you grabbed a cup to scoop up the water onto his body. the first rinse was quick, he even shook some water off himself like a dog which made you smile.

the scrubbing process also went by fast, working your fingers gently through his coat, the dirt coming off completely. you picked up the cup again, filling it with water. washing the soap away, he shook his body again, trying to dry up as fast as he could.

"calm down minho! ill dry you off in a second."

the water beginning to flow down the drain, you picked up a sopping wet minho from the tub and placed him on the rug next to you. the towel to dry him was hanging on the side of the tub. you laid it flat against your lap, picking him up again and placing him on top of the towel.

you wrapped him up in the towel, trying your best not to cover up his face. you patted and rubbed the cloth into his body, making sure to cover all the spots. his ears, his tail, and his paws all becoming dry and fluffy again.

he hopped off of your lap, turning to his hybrid form. this time you expected something from that big of a leap. you were starting to learn and master his behaviors. he was sat on the floor facing you. for some reason, his hair and ears were still wet in this form. he held one of his ears out, squeezing it to wring out the remaining water off himself. you got to your knees and threw the towel over his head. going a little harder this time, you scrubbed his hair dry to the best of your ability. you noticed him closing his eyes in comfort, especially when you got to his ears.

he looked up at you through his messy hair. he hummed softly, he was so happy you were taking such good care of him. not noticing at all, when you removed the towel his bunny ears went away. he was noticeably more dry and your job was done. you turned around slightly to drape the towel on the tub again.

he let out a cute yawn, so ready to flop into bed and get some sleep. when you turned back around you couldn't help but notice some brown specks on his face. did he have freckles this whole time and you were just too star struck to notice? you reached out to rub his face, making him freeze and have his full semi-conscious attention to your actions. the specks turned to brown streaks against his skin.

"youve been digging so much in the dirt, come here."

he scooted over to you, patiently waiting for anything to happen next. you realized now his nose and cheeks were lightly covered in dirt. you reached over for a new towel and quickly turned the faucet on to run some water on it. swiping the warm cloth on his cheeks, his face became very pink. you didn't know if it was because of the pressure you applied to his face, or if he was actually having some emotional reaction to this.

his gaze was so sensual, almost like his mind had gone to mush and he could only display emotions of pure submission. his thoughts became chaotic, trying to resist the urge to tackle you and have you all to himself.

after a while you could feel your face burning up, scared about any of his next moves or words.

"why are you looking at me like that?" the dirt was almost gone. you moved closer to his face, only inches away in order to get the last bits off.

minho didn't answer you, instead he stared more intensely at you, patiently waiting for you to finish. putting the towel down, you gently rubbed the wetness off his face. even more skin to skin contact was making him lose control. the hue of pink showing from his face becoming almost cartoon like.

"mm tired," his eyes began to droop again. he wanted his last conscious thought to be that he was secure next to you. as dramatic as ever, he laid out his body in your lap, slowly beginning to drift off and finally recharge.

this feeling was starting to become a natural occurrence in your daily lives. whether he was a small bunny, a cute hybrid, or a human who could actually sweep you off your feet, you had him. he felt safe around you and wanted to be near you. using one hand to meet his hand, rubbing it gently to soothe him, you used your other hand to play with his hair. even as a human, he was still soft and cuddly. you bent down to place a small kiss on his head, making him nuzzle himself deeper into you.

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[realisticjupiter]

hi! could i request chishiya x reader? where reader is as smart as him, but gradually spending time with each other in the borderlands, reader just becomes the most devious and silliest person chishiya has ever met?

like imagine, before the borderlands reader would encounter a dog in the park and would say "oh, your dog is so cute! are they a girl or a boy?" the owner says "it's a girl 🥰" then reader would say the most out of pocket shit "she looks edible" ... just constantly trolling ppl. hope u get my vision MWAHAHAHA😈😈

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: walking past the empty streets of tokyo, you meet eyes with a bunny and express your admiration with a questionable reply.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: none!

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 288

A/N: Not proof read! sorry if I'm lacking, trying my hardest to get through all the requests! I'm skipping vague ones to get the others out faster, but I will be getting to yours if you sent one I promise!

Walking down the empty streets of Tokyo, mostly in silence due to the blank state of both you and Chishiya after a simple game.

"Oh my god, Chishiya!" You whispered to him, stopping in your tracks to lean in front of you and grab his jacket to stop him.

"What?" He spoke, not bothering to match your tone.

"It's a baby rabbit!" You smiled wide eyed, bringing your arm out to point in front of you.

When he turned, just a few feet away he could see the tiny rabbit you spoke of. It stood still in the short grass, not bothering to move.

"Hm." He hummed, approving that he could see what you could.

"Isn't it adorable!" You smiled, bending down to see it a bit better.

"I guess." He spoke back with a shrug, shuffling his hands deep into his pockets.

"It's so cute I could squeeze it until it stops breathing." You smiled to yourself, never peeling your eyes away until it hopped away on it's own.

"What did you just say?" Chishiya asked, pinching his brows together.

You stood back up, staring at him with an innocent glint in your eyes as if you didn't just threaten a small helpless bunny.

"What? It's too cute! Don't act like you've never felt that way before." You tilted your head, watching his expression as it stood straight with slight disgust.

"I have. With you, in fact. Except maybe I just want you to stop talking." He shrugged, grinning at his own reply.

Your facial expression quickly changed, offended by his blunt words and watching as he walked off.

Even though his back was turned, he still wore that proud grin you, also, wanted to squeeze out of him.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[suraemoon]

MOTA: Post-war

~ Easter Sunday Headcanons ~

🐣: Easter Sunday lends itself so easily to daydreaming about post-war suburban life. Here are some ideas I thought up yesterday of how some of the boys and their families celebrate Easter. I hope you like some fluff. (Bunnies, eggs, and happiness galore)

💛: @precious-little-scoundrel gave me the idea to post these after I was yelling them to her yesterday. I hope you all aren’t Eastered out just yet.

Being some of the earliest birds to the nationwide baby boom due to a four-week New York getaway, the Crosby’s quickly become professionals at the Easter Sunday routine

After an hour of hiding yawns and dozing off while standing in their pews at Easter Sunday Service, all the neighborhood kids show up at the Crosby house for their famous annual Easter Egg Hunt.

As soon as their car rolls into the driveway, Jean and Harry watch in wonder as their crew of excited kiddos doubles, triples, and soon quadruples in a matter of minutes

Hiding spots are determined days in advance and as the years go on, the amount of eggs that Jean has to buy grows exponentially to account for the adopted little bunnies that come strolling by with baskets the size of their whole torsos

Mrs. Jean Crosby puts out chairs and a group of adoring parents get to gradually watch their children grow up before their loving eyes every April

The same toddlers who first waddled around on the newly mowed grass trying to find their footing all those years ago soon become elementary school kids with minds enthralled by the competition

Soon these toothy grinned kids become teenagers who keep the magic alive for the newest toddlers while also taking the time to show the next-gen elementary kids who are the professional easter egg hunters

The Crosby’s haven’t always had the holiday nailed though

One year after much convincing from his wife throughout the whole month of March, Harry agreed to dress up as the easter bunny

When he suddenly stuck his costumed head out from the top of their white picket fence, a church choir of crying and screaming ensued

Instead of being faced with the excited wonder-filled faces that he expected, Harry was met with wide eyes full of terror and dropped jaws full of shock

Children flailed to the protection of their mamas instead of going to hug the famous mascot of the season

He spent an hour going around to every child with his furry head off and shamefully cradled in his hands

apologizing and ensuring that yes, it was just Mr. Crosby, not a giant rabbit who hopped out of nowhere and scared the communion wafers out of them

In his adult life, John Bucky Egan never really cared for Easter festivities up until his eldest daughter was born

When sunny April came around the year that Little Miss Egan turned two, Bucky was excited to take her to the Easter egg hunt ran by the local Church

While the older kids go haywire in their now dirtied church suits and fancy dresses trying to pick up as many eggs as people they counted in church pews just a half hour before, Baby Egan waddles around gently.

Every egg she picks up is taken slowly and carefully from the soft grass beneath her Mary Jane’s, looked at with soft eyes as if being examined and if found fit, is put into her pink basket

Bucky, being impatient and full of excitement for this newly unlocked family activity, sneaks a few extra eggs into her basket to make it look like she has more

His little princess shouldn’t have to hunt for all her own eggs and risk getting her white lace dress dirty anyways

Egan is the only adult collecting eggs with a bunch of random kids. His excuse is that he and his little one share a basket of course. She needs her daddy to teach her how egg hunts are done in order to be better prepped for next year.

The Egan’s aren’t the only ones with a knack for egg hunts.

The Rosenthal children do not celebrate Easter but it does not stop them from showing up to the park’s “Eggstravaganza Hunt” every year

Being the determined little Rosies that they are, they dominate the competition. These kids will have their baskets full to the brim with eggs in a matter of minutes.

You notice a child with a head full of bouncy brown curls, pink cheeks, and grass stained knees run by you? You better hope that your little Bobby can keep up.

Rosie watches on like a focused parent at their child’s soccer game

His children with their chocolate and sugar covered faces furrow their eyebrows and tilt their heads when a random woman with a crying child tells them “Do y’all really need all that candy? Jesus would want you to share, don’t you think?”

The Mini Rosenthals come back home with sugar rushes that can power the whole neighborhood for a week straight

An upside for Rosie and his wife who have to deal with these energized little roadrunners is that the kids crash an hour earlier than usual

leaving room for extra alone time on a cool Sunday night

One easter, Benny Demarco randomly walks through the foyer of his home with a white floppy eared bunny wearing a perfect little bow tie

Is that the one you wore to our date last weekend? His wife can’t help but shake her head at her husband’s audacity as the children gather around their newest sibling with eyes full of happiness

The kids are excited but Mrs. Demarco has to try to put on a smile because “Who the hell is going to take care of that thing?”

Soon enough, a hutch is built in the backyard and more bunnies are added to the family

Mrs. Demarco falls in love and calls them her “bunny babes”

She’s met with a “I knew it was a good idea” from her husband every time she is seen cradling and baby-talking to one of their beloved pets

I mean…they are both major pet lovers. It’s one of the reasons they work so well together. But is one more responsible of the two? Definitely.

The excited squeals of children and adorable nose twitches of cute little bunnies makes it all worth it

The Demarcos aren’t the only 100th household with their own personal Easter Bunny

When John Egan jokingly told his four year old that leaving a baby carrot under her pillow would lead to a special gift from Mr. Easter Bunny himself, he did not expect her to take it seriously.

At midnight, Bucky wakes up with eyes hardly open and gets out of bed with a mission

This annual mission is to tiptoe into his daughter’s bedroom and carefully exchange the aluminum foil wrapped baby carrot tucked carefully under her soft pillow for a few cents from his wallet

As more children are born, the tradition continues

Even future generations of Egans continue to buy bags of baby carrots as Easter Sunday approaches

Not only to snack on them all of Spring Break but also to place one in a sandwich bag or wrap one in saran wrap to hide underneath each child’s pillow

Not necessarily knowing why they’re the only house that participates in this unusual tradition

Not knowing that it started from the unbreaking belief of a wide-eyed four year old and her father who stopped laughing when he realized that he was stuck playing off-brand Tooth Fairy for the rest of his life

Gale Cleven’s household has a more relaxed Easter Sunday compared to the rest

After Church, some Easter themed activities, and a well-needed nap upon arriving home, the Cleven’s go to their garden to plant new flowers

Fresh tulips, chrysanthemums, and pansies are all beautiful, refreshing signs that spring is here

Why do the Cleven’s have such green thumbs you ask? Maybe their blonde hair resembles the comforting sun, the plants can’t help but feel warmth. Maybe their caring blue eyes are as nurturing as water, the plants can’t help but thrive.

They started growing flowers and vegetables in their garden when the first after they bought their house

It was the Clevens’ first step towards making it a home

The flowers represented new beginnings, fresh starts, and growth. Essentials after everything they have been through.

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Hope you enjoyed! Wishing everyone a happy, happy Spring🌸 My first time writing something and posting it in 4 months…ahhhh. There’s more where this came from, my mind just does not stop.

[togrowoldinv]

Golden Egg

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Clint invites your family to the farm for an Easter celebration and egg hunt

Note: Happy Easter to all of those who celebrate! I spent my day with family, so this is coming out a little later than I planned but I still wanted to post it today. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Holidays with Natasha are always your favorite. Despite not having much of a childhood, the woman makes your children’s day the best it can possibly be.

This morning you got the kids dressed nicely and took photos before you let them change and run around the farm with worries.

Natasha stands by your side now as you wait for the egg hunt, or as the kids think of it, the highlight of the day.

“Are you excited?” You ask her. Every year she gets really into it.

“Very,” she says. A smirk rests on her perfect lips. “I think I know which egg has the money in it.”

“Natasha! You’re not supposed to know,” you scold her. She just chuckles. “You better not cheat and tell one of our kids.”

She wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to the trailer Clint has set up to drive to the egg hunt.

“A hayride!” Belle shouts as she waits for her turn to hop on.

“Yeah, baby. We’re going to the egg hunt,” you explain.

“Yay!” Nate yells from beside her.

You and Nat take turns lifting the kids onto the trailer and sitting them on the hay. They listen to your instructions to stay seated as the Laura joins Clint on the front of the tractor.

He takes off and drives you all to a field where the older kids just finished hiding the eggs. The kids are bouncing on the hay bails they’re so excited to hunt for the eggs.

“Okay, everyone when we get off y’all need to line up at the starting point,” you explain. They nod their heads and you begin helping them off. Soon enough, it’s time for the hunt to begin.

“Give us a countdown, Coop,” Clint says.

The boy counts to three and the kids take off. You and Nat try to keep up with Belle while also watching Taylor do her best at it.

“She’s missing her basket,” Natasha says, chuckling at the way the littlest girl is picking up eggs but not putting them in her basket successfully.

“Poor baby. Go help her Nat,” you tell her.

“But the golden egg,” she says. “Belle has the best chance at finding it.”

“Natasha,” you scold her softly. She gives you a sweet look that border lines puppy dog eyes. “Fine. I’ll help her.”

“You’re the best!” Natasha says as she runs after Belle to help her.

You help Taylor figure out how to use her basket and it goes much better for her. At some point, she just plops down on the grass and starts opening her eggs.

“I found it! I found it!” You hear Belle yelling as she runs back towards you.

“Whatcha got there, sweetheart?” You squat down to her level.

“It’s the golden egg!”

“Oh, wow! Great find, kiddo,” you say.

Natasha comes up behind the girl with a beaming smile on her face. “Do you want me to hold it to keep it safe?” She asks.

“Please!” Belle hands it to Nat and runs off to keep hunting.

“Why were you so dead set on her getting this egg? What is it, like five dollars?” You ask her.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

She hands you the plastic egg and you raise a brow at her.

Still, you open the egg and inside there’s a ring.

“We’re already married, babe,” you tease, but you look at the ring further to see that it’s the birthstones of all your children plus your’s and Natasha’s. “Nat, this is-“

“The Easter bunny wanted to surprise you a little differently this year,” Natasha says. She takes the ring and places it on your hand. “Perfect.”

You pull her in for a kiss, ignoring your big kids’ response to the pda.

“I love you,” you tell her.

“I love you too, detka.”

You stay in her arms as you watch the kids continue to run around and find eggs.

“Baby, you do realize that Belle expects some kind of prize in this egg,” you say and Natasha shakes her head.

“I did not think about that,” she admits. “Hey Clint, you got 5 dollars?”

He gives her the cash and seems pretty oblivious to why she needs it, but Belle is very excited to come back to her egg.

You all load up to go back to the house and the kids empty their eggs to see what all they got.

The smiles on everyone’s faces shows just how happy the day was. And Natasha wears the biggest one.

[whovianofmidgard]

Day 3 – Celegorm – Childhood

For @feanorianweek

You can also read on AO3

Celegorm didn’t have much in common with his older brothers. Maedhros was studious, polite and did boring things, like reading boring books, writing boring papers, talking about boring things with boring lords at court. It wasn’t hard for Celegorm to demand his oldest brother’s attention, to play chase with him outside, or go on walks in the forest together, but afterwards Maedhros always went back to his boring things.

Maglor was even worse though. Maglor liked playing dress up with delicate fabrics and lots of jangly jewellery, and didn’t like roughhousing in the grass with him, because it made his clothes dirty. Maglor liked to sing and play his harp, and while Celegorm admitted that his brother’s music was beautiful and he sang the best lullabies, he was also extremely annoying. The music playing almost non-stop, and loudly across the house grated on Celegorm’s nerves. Maglor didn’t even appreciate his gift of cool bugs and slugs, only receiving terrified screams and shrieking lectures as thanks. Frankly, Celegorm thought, when Maglor wasn’t teaching him how to care for and ride his pony, he’d be an utterly useless brother.

His opinion slightly changed when he once chanced upon his wannabe minstrel brother in the woods. Celegorm was pretending to be a predator, a big wolf or a mountain cat, and he’d been chasing squirrels and bunnies in the underbrush. He saw a pretty blue mockingbird and tried to catch it in his hands. However, the bird was faster, and swiftly flew up into the tree. Not content to leave his prey be, Celegorm ran after it, watching the mockingbird flit from branch to branch, always just out of reach.

The bird disappeared out of sight for just a moment, and the little hunter was greeted with a face full of leaves as he stumbled out of the bushes and into a clearing. He tumbled and fell hard on his bum, and Celegorm found he was suddenly very upset.

Yet before any tears could escape, his ears pricked up at the melodic sound of two mockingbirds calling out to each other, their duet making a beautiful song. Celegorm wiped a fist over his eyes and nose, finally looking up.

Instead of finding two birds engaged in some mating dance or whatever birds do, he saw Maglor whistling perfectly like a bird, and perched on his finger the mockingbird, singing an answer back to his brother.

Celegorm’s jaw dropped at the picture, watching his big brother in awe.

“You know how to talk to birds?”

“Know?” Maglor asked back, switching to gently caressing the bird with a finger. “Afraid not, little one.”

“But it’s sitting on your hand and sings back to you,” Celegorm said indignantly.

“I need not know what it says, nor the bird understand me for that. I merely mimic its calls and the bird finds it interesting enough to come investigate.” Maglor explained, then whistled a chirping tune as an example.

“Do you wish to try?”

Celegorm pursed his lips and blew, but only managed to produce a sputtering puff of air.

“Hmm,” Maglor furrowed his brows in thought then reach into his pocket. What he pulled out was a little clay bird with a slit in its tail and a hole in its head. Celegorm took it and examined it closer.

“It’s a water whistle, see there’s water inside. And when you blow into it...” Maglor prompted, and Celegorm blew into the clay bird’s tail. The sound that came out, much to his astonishment, was exactly like the warble of a songbird.

The mockingbird in Maglor’s hand turned towards Celegorm and chirped an answer back.

“Here, would you like to hold him?” and Maglor let the bird hop from his hand onto Celegorm’s shoulder.

Celegorm watched the bird up close, studying the deep blue shade of its feathers. Then he blew in the whistle again, chirping with the mockingbird back and forth for some time.

He kept the water whistle from that day on. He eventually learned how to whistle on his own, but it became a sort of hobby to find or try to create whistles that mimicked birds. For a while he enjoyed going down to ponds and rivers to confuse the mallards with his duck whistle. Later when he was gifted with Huan, he worked for days with his father to design a dog whistle to call him from great distances.

And long into the years of roaming the lands of Beleriand, Celegorm kept all his whistles hanging on a cord tied around his neck.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Hi can I request for a fanfic or headcanons about death X kitsune reader? Like how they met and their Romancee?

Sorry my first time to ask lol

IM SO HONORED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST ASK AND YOUR ASKING IT ON MY BLOG! and dw you have nothing to apologize for<333 also I kinda had to look up what kitsune was again.

Death with a kitsune! Reader.

Warnings: none really

GN! Reader

How you met:

You were literally sleeping in your fox form when he met you the first time.

You were just sleeping away in some grass, and death sat next to you to breath in Mother Natures air.

He thought that since you were sleeping you were just a regular fox so he pet you. (I like to think he pets all sleeping animals he’s near).

Your ears twitched at his paw and you slowly awoke to a wolf petting you.

He heard a noise close by causing him to look over in curiosity, it was just a bunny hopping around.

Turning back to you his eyes littered in confusion now because your a human?

“Where did the fox go”? He asked them be noticed your ears.

“Ohhh I am the fox I was just sleeping”. You say a small smile on your face.

“I’m a kitsune, and i can shape shift into a fox and a human”.

His confusion washed away now intrigued by you.

“Well I’m sorta human can’t make the ears and the tail go away”. You added as your tail moshed behind you revealing itself and your ears twitching up from your hair.

You and the wolf talked for a couple more hours before you realized it it was dark.

“Ah it’s getting dark I think I better head home”. You told him.

“I could walk you if you want and we can continue the conversation”. He responded helping you up off the ground.

Walking home you and him talked about each other, your jobs, favorite color, etc.

“It was nice meeting you death, say why don’t you come over and you can have dinner with me”? You asked hoping that he would accept.

“I would like that”. He replied with a small smile.

Dating hcs:

Now that you two are together he loves to flick your ears softly randomly to get your attention.

“Hey”. He said while you were still caught up with your book,”mi amor”? He asked still no response. Sighing he flicks your ears.

Turning your head to face him you look up at him with confusion.

“Did you just flick my ears”? You asked a hand reaching up at your ears feeling the sensation of where he flicked it.

“Well I couldn’t get your attention It was the only thing that came to mind”. He responded with a small chuckle.

He comes home from collecting souls and he sees you in your fox form sleeping on the bed quite often.

He finds it adorable.

Both of you tease the everlasting hell out of each other about the tail wagging and thumping.

“Dear is your tail wagging”? You ask after completing him with a small chuckle.

“No”. He says turning his head away in embarrassment.

When your tail wagged against the wall once because he said that he loved you, you swore you could have died right then and there from embarrassment.

“Amor your tail is thumping isn’t it”? He says a grin on his face. “No it’s not shut up”! You say now your turn to turn you head away from his laughing face with your cheeks growing red from embarrassment.

Sometimes just to piss him off you will be cuddling and lay on his chest only to turn into your fox form and ball up right in his poncho.

“Oh come on y/n”. He groans his arms falling to his sides while you snuggle into him closer.

[reblog-house]

Painting With Blocks

Written for Hermit-a-day-May, day 21: Bdubs!

Wc: 452

Ao3: Here!

Bdubs paints with blocks.

A landscaping job is nothing more than brushstrokes of oils overlapping each other, finding just the right hue and the right shade to make a painting breathe and pulsate.

Bdubs walks through his forest, each block chosen with care and devotion, specifically picked out with its effect in mind. As he looks up through the branches and leaves, he know. Nothing was out of place.

His feet crunch the grass below, and he can almost feel stains of paint forming on the hem of his pants with every blade of grass stroking against him.

The sound of rushing water makes him smile, and he turns around at his false river and miniature waterfall.

How does it look like the river is snaking along? That new and new water crash below with a plume of water droplets around it? How does that happen, when nothing truly moves?

A job well done. That’s all Bdubs can think, looking over and around him. All that’s missing is ambient noise. It was a good idea, adding a single block of water hidden away near the false river to provide more immersion, and tying those bunnies in strategic spots makes the place more lively, like it’s truly a natural biome, unless you pay close attention to the details.

The cabin was also a fantastic addition. His mailbox may be a bit too far away for ease of access, but he can’t bring himself to regret the position he eventually, after many weeks of pondering, settled on. 

And the once leafless tree that breached the gap between his base and the forest now fit in with the rest of the landscape. It was a hard choice to make, but the end result made it completely worth it.

Bdubs has made a bunch of builds he’s been proud of, and the cyberpunk city he’s doing with Impulse is also up there, as well as the Tree of Whimsey of last world, and the cathedral… Well, he’s been, and is still, very proud of a lot of things he’s built over the years. Saying he’s more proud now than ever before may be a bit of an exaggeration. But he does believe this is the culmination of everything he’s been working towards for many years.

The build isn’t finished yet. Far from it.

Seeing the leaves rustle with the wind, the river and waterfall nearly flow despite their solidity, the small bursts of smoke that leave the chimney of the cabin where he hid his mailbox, and the tiny hops of the bunny rabbits, he can tell it’s all slowly locking into place.

The landscape is nearly breathing. 

He can’t wait to bring it to life.

[oftenwantedafton]

Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 31-33

Rating - Explicit

Warnings for sexual content and blood kink

Also available on AO3 Chapter 31 | 32 | 33

Chapter 31 ~ the rabbit ~

William remembers the day he’d met the rabbit.

Not even a decade old and already full of dreams. His imagination had always run wild. He had spent the majority of his youth outdoors. How funny to think of that now. How much things have changed.

Eight year old William Afton loves the back yard with its tall trees and sprawling lawn and the tidy rows of his mother’s vegetable garden. That space was the perfect backdrop for adventure. He invents so many stories and characters, studying the world around him with the innocence and wonder that only a child can have. He’s just finished a crusade past the neat lines of carrots and lettuce and parsley when he sees it.

The rabbit is wild; small, brown, young. Nose twitching gently, dark button eyes regarding him solemnly. The natural instinct to flee from a potential predator seems absent as he cautiously approaches, not wanting to startle it. The nose stills. The boy’s fingers stretch and gently stroke between the eyes. Soft. So incredibly soft, and warm. The nose moves again. He gently rubs between the ears that are still little, just gentle miniature curves for now.

He eases down into the grass, sitting cross legged and the rabbit struggles to hop and climb into his lap. He laughs in surprise and delight, assisting the little bunny. So easy to tame, just like that. He cradles the fragile creature and continues to stroke the fur.

The summer sun is warm on his skin.

***

Your hands caress William’s features. You’re warm and soft against him, lying on the windshield underneath the stars on a perfect summer evening. “I love you.”

Oh. He hasn’t heard those words in so long. Had stopped believing in them. Regarded them as a sign of weakness.

Were they actually, though? What if he wanted to believe again? Wanted to feel…

He does feel, and that knowledge surprises him. He’s lied for so long about so many things. But this emotion is not a lie. There is no selfish motive behind the desire to give voice to it. He wants nothing other than to be able to say it; gift it as sincerely as you have to him.

Let yourself go.

He shudders and tucks his face into the space where your neck and shoulder join. He thinks of the soft, fragile creature he’d held in his arm that summer day so long ago. “I love you,” he whispers.

***

“I remember you,” William says quietly.

Of course there is no doubt. You are the girl he’d intended to murder nine years ago. The lost child at the edges of the crowded room, ignored and unwanted. He’d wanted you. Wanted to drag you with him into the darkness.

But you’d escaped. He’d been clumsier then. Inexperienced. That’s what had saved your life.

Imagine if he had been successful. You wouldn’t be here beside him right now.

“What do you mean?” Your voice is hushed, wary.

He cannot tell you. Admitting the truth would mean losing what he’s just regained. “I remember seeing a young girl in the back rooms. I wondered why she was there. Sometimes people try to sneak a peak behind the scenes, but she seemed terrified. I never found out why, just saw her go back to the party. It must have been you.”

“Liar.”

William’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror.

The yellow rabbit’s eyes glow brightly. “If you don’t tell her the truth, I will.”

Let me have this. Please, just let me have her. I don’t want to hurt her.

“You destroy everything you touch. Do you really think this will be any different?”

It’s not true. The rabbit…I kept it safe. I loved it. I love her.

“Let me out.”

The older man clamps a hand over the mirror, leaning towards you.

“William? Are you alright? You seem…”

“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt. So happy you’re with me.” His mouth closes over yours. “Tell me again how you feel about me,” he urges. His chest aches. The hand still clutching the mirror tightens.

“I love you,” you respond breathlessly. Your lips leave a trail of kisses on his face, moving across his forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw. “I love you so much, William.” Your mouth rediscovers his.

The mirror cracks.

William glances at it warily as he relaxes his grip, easing back into his seat.

The yellow rabbit is gone.

Chapter 32 ~ genesis ~

You watch William struggle to fit the key to his front door in the lock.

You cover his hand with your own and he grows still. Not rigid like earlier, when you’d shared your vague memories of the incident at the restaurant; but soft, relaxed, limp. Letting you guide him. His reaction to your musings still puzzles you. He’d seemed almost afraid.

The door pushes open with a sigh. You don’t make it past the kitchen before his hands come around you and his mouth finds yours. The lights are still off, the only illumination in the room from the moon spilling into the windows. He pushes you back towards the counter. You reach out to brace yourself to maintain your balance and you find something metal. The handle of a butcher knife.

“I want you to cut me again,” you pant against his ear. You’re addicted to it. There is no longer any fear. You just want, want, want.

You feel his body tense, the feverish kisses dissipating. “I didn’t mean to leave that out.” He sounds doubtful, as if he can’t recollect even doing so. “It wasn’t meant to be a hint. You don’t have to do that tonight…”

“I need it,” you insist, dragging his hand over to the handle, your body writhing impatiently against his. “Please, William. I want to bleed for you. I want your mouth on me, drinking from me…” The hand beneath yours trembles. “I trust you. I love you. Let me show you how much.”

The older man moans softly and you feel his fingers close around the handle. He grabs a fistful of the camisole top you’re wearing and punctures a hole with the blade, tearing the fabric open, exposing your chest to him. You fumble for the opening of your shorts, shoving them down, your panties moving right along with them. A quick pair of movements to step out of them and kick off your shoes and then your hand moves back to his occupied one, guiding the sharp edge to rest along your abdomen.

“Please, William.”

Another moan. The blade strokes against your skin. The blood that drips down is so warm. You’re on fire.

The knife clatters back onto the counter. William falls to his knees before you, a supplicant before an altar. Licks along the cut. Plants kisses along your stomach and hips and parts your legs with his tongue, pushing through to taste your pussy. You arch against him. Slide your fingers through the sticky hot blood and feed it to him.

“Fuck me,” you plead and he does, with his mouth and his fingers but it’s not enough, you want his cock buried in you, filling you up. He lifts you onto the counter and you open his pants and he thrusts into you, one hand braced against the overhead cabinet. You wrap your legs around him, rutting against him, sucking and biting his bottom lip. “You feel so good…” You feel around blindly for the knife again. You want to mark him and taste him, take him into you in every way possible. “Take your shirt off. I want to feel you against me.” You’re used to him taking the lead but tonight you’ve slipped into the role and you’re drunk off the power of it, watching him obey you. He pulls the shirt over his head and you immediately lap at whatever you can reach, laving with your tongue, teeth scraping. His skin is salted, delicious.

Now you want that special taste of metal.

There’s something almost blasphemous about the line you carve under his ribs. Adam’s donation to create Eve, his one true love, his heart’s desire. You’re made for him, for this, exultant when the heat flows over your fingers. He thrusts forward and his cock and the knife go deeper but you keep the kitchen tool steady. He wants this. You want it, too.

A cloud shifts outside and the light now focuses on William’s body. His blood looks black. An achromatic blotch of spilled ink. The exact shade of his eyes when he looks at you and wants. You bring your stained fingers between your mouths and you both lap at the taste. He grabs your hips and fucks you faster, harder. He’s shaking violently. Soaked in sweat and the blood you’ve painted him in. You tighten around him, the tang of copper heavy on your tongue when he spills into you.

Chapter 33 ~ monster ~

William looks down at your slumbering form.

He knows the exact moment when the yellow rabbit reappears, not even sparing him a glance, his gaze remaining focused on you.

“Look at the monster you’ve created.”

She’s not. It’s me. It’s always been me. I’m the monster.

“A rare instance of honesty at last.” The rabbit chuckles darkly. “I did warn you. Both of you, for whatever good it did. You destroy everything you touch. You’ve utterly corrupted her. Why delay any longer?”

William’s eyes flick upward. The rabbit’s decaying face is pressed close to the looking glass in the corner of the bedroom. There is nothing left of the kinder design he’d modeled after that cherished wild rabbit from his childhood.

“Not yet.” He forgets to respond in his mind and you stir, murmuring his name. “Nothing. Go back to sleep, love.” He reaches out to stroke your shoulder and winces when the movement tugs the newly formed scab along his ribs. The wound was deep, nearly needing sutures. He’d been reckless.

“You should wake the children. I’m sure she’d enjoy meeting them.”

Afton inhales sharply. I said not yet.

“I grow tired of this waiting. You’ve kept me locked up for far too long. I want to speak to her again.”

No.

“Can’t you hear it? The blood sings to us…”

No.

“Remnant. The promise of forever.”

No. His fingers knot in the sheets.

“Will you bring her with you into eternity?”

“I said no!”

“William.” You sit upright, struggling against the tangle of sheets and blankets. “What’s going on?”

He heaves a shuddering sigh. “I’m sorry. Bad dream.”

“Turn off the light and come here.” He switches off the bedside lamp and lets you pull him back down with you. After a time he hears your breathing slow. You’re asleep once more.

He stares sightlessly into the darkness until the room becomes gray with the coming dawn.

[gentil-minou]

a hop, skip, and a jump to you

Something about Wei Ying feeling safe in a place Lan Zhan regards as his own makes him flush, and his bunny ears turn pink again. But strangely, when Wei Ying gasps at the sight and reaches one of his hands over to run a gentle finger across the edge of one, Lan Zhan doesn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed by his ears at all. He feels something else entirely, something he doesn’t know what to call. Something equal parts terrifying as it is extraordinary, like the warmth from his mama’s hugs or praise from his brother. But more, somehow, and all thanks to Wei Ying. Just two soft magical bunny boys being soft together

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Magic

Witches

Shapeshifting

Rabbit Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī

Rabbit Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Fluff

Childhood Friends

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Wangxian | Oneshot | 6K | Rated G

Based on this official merch art!

Preview under the cut

The back hills behind Cloud Recesses are a place for tranquility and rest. When cool mountain air kisses the soft blades of bright green grass and the sound of leaves rustling like wind chimes, one can feel at total and absolute peace. With only woodland animals for company, friendly white rabbits hopping around and squirrels darting from one tree to the next with their hauls, it’s Lan Zhan’s favorite place in the world and his most prized secret. A space away from the pressures of being a Gusu Lan heir. Away from all the near-constant staring and placing of expectations on his still small shoulders.

It’s a place for Lan Zhan to let himself rest and think, to be free to fail in the one thing he shouldn’t be failing in. But at least, here, no one will judge him for those failures.

All witches are born with a hybrid form that they must learn to control by age ten. At that time, they’re given their formal witch's name and may join the coven officially as a fully-fledged witch. It’s the goal of every young witch and the Gusu Lan pride themselves in teaching exemplary witches year after year.

But this year, Lan Zhan is afraid he will become the black spot on the otherwise perfectly pristine record.

Because Lan Zhan is nine and a half, his naming ceremony is only a few short months away, and he still can't control his large white bunny ears in his hybrid form. The rest of his bunny traits had been easy to control. He’d learned to suppress his hopping instincts and figured out how to tuck his fluffy cottontail away on the first try. Even his stubborn whiskers had receded after a few hours of diligent practice.

But for some reason, Lan Zhan hasn’t been able to manage his ears, and they continue to torment him with their perpetual floppy nature.

And if he can’t control his ears, then he will disappoint his family and his entire clan. He’ll never be the witch he’s spent his entire life working towards.

Today, his usually outgoing and curious critter friends give him a wide berth, as if they know Lan Zhan is not in the mood for pets and cuddles. Instead, he kneels in the soft grass with only the gentle wind for company, along with his unkind thoughts and his vexing bunny ears that are the root of all this mess.

They're big and unseeming, and Lan Zhan has always been embarrassed by the way his ears give away his feelings no matter how hard he works to keep his emotions regulated and controlled. It doesn’t help that as the only rabbit hybrid in all of Cloud Recesses, he is constantly the victim of teasing by the elders and older witches. Even Ge enjoys tugging on his ears, cooing at how “fluffy and adorable” they are, and taking obvious delight when their tips turn red.  

It makes Lan Zhan puff up with anger and pout. He’s almost ten years old! He’s not a little baby bunny anymore, why won’t the others see that?

He knows it’s in part because of the rarity of his species. Rabbits aren't common hybrids, and he's the only one in the family since his mother passed away. It also means that he has to learn the complexities of shapeshifting and form control on his own, spending hours studying ancient text after ancient text in the library while his peers attend more practical classes.

Even his brother, an elegant snow-white crane, learned how to control his form at only seven years old! The elders were sure that with Lan Zhan’s talent in all other magicks, he would follow in his older brother’s footsteps as a child prodigy worthy of the title of Second Jade of Lan.

Except, clearly their hopes were misplaced, and Lan Zhan is going to be the first Lan heir in over a century to never learn how to control his hybrid form.

But he cannot let himself fail, so every day after his midday meal, he heads to the back hills to practice in quiet seclusion. He goes through a series of meditations designed to allow one to focus on their internal structures and self-regulation. He follows every step perfectly, exactly as the manual states, including envisioning his long fluffy white ears changing form into something more human-like.

He casts the spell, following the instructions he’s gathered exactly and precisely...but for the fifth time that day, nothing happens. He lifts his head and sees his bunny ears flopping mercilessly in his periphery, the same as they ever were and seem to always be.

Water wells up in his eyes and it takes every ounce of self-control he has left to hold them back from falling. Tears not filled with sadness but with immense frustration and anger towards himself. Lan Zhan is at the top of everything! The best in his class, an accomplished musician, and a talented student. He can perform spells older students still struggle with. He’s even been scouted to teach the younger fledgling students once he becomes a proper witch.

But, how can he, when this one spell keeps holding him back? Why is this one spell so impossible for him?

His ears droop down and Lan Zhan uses them along with the curtain of his long hair to block out the rest of the world, focusing on the ground he's sitting on. He wishes desperately that he wasn’t so alone, that he had anyone else to talk to. He takes his emotions out on the grass, heedless of the Gusu Lan precepts to Be kind to all that is living, and starts ripping up the grass in front of him. He’ll punish himself later, but for now, this is all he can do to keep from letting his tears fall.

But then, another child’s voice calls, "Hey! Don't do that, you're hurting it!"

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[sugarydolli]

dilf!leon (easter special!!)

Today was Easter, meaning white bunny mascots, rainbowed colored dyed eggs, and a hefty dinner for your little family, that you hoped to prepare before your husband got home. Though, the smaller version of the red head you married had other plans.

You carefully plopped each boiled egg into the separate colorful mixture that reeked of vinegar and food coloring as the small child beside you loomed over each cup fervently staring at the eggs. 

"How long does it take for them to turn mama?" pale blue orbs brighten as they peer up at you, hoping for a short time as a response.

"Just a few minutes, baby." using tongs to pull up the last few eggs in the pot, hot steam drifting in your face, dunking them into a bath of ice water. Keys jingle outside the thick front door followed by the clicking and rattling of the lock before a lean figure appears in your doorway, letting in the cold air. 

And just like that Leah was gone from your side and had already jumped into her fathers arms, earning a dramatic ouff!! from Leon, barely being able to set down his gear from practice.

"Hows my two favorite girls doin'!" 

"Good, just finished coloring the eggs—" plucking one egg from the vibrant yellow mixture, the shell replicating the color. "Leah, you can put the stickers on the eggs now." continuing to pull the rest of the now colored eggs into a small bowl, fully expecting your daughter to let out a squeal of excitement to start decorating them, but you quickly turn your head towards her as that never came.

"Leah?"

"bunny.." was all that left her lips, eyes completely hyper focused on something outside the door. Confusion panned on both yours and Leon's face until the culprit came-well, hopped into view. A small white ball of fur stood still on your porch, long ears twitching as it appeared to be chewing on grass. 

her little legs kicked and thrashed, managing to somehow climb over her father and dart out the door towards the poor animal. The slow blinking creature scurried off from the toddler sprinting at it in full force. 

"Ah-shit—Wait! Leah!" He tries to jog after her—again tries as the kid can run a marathon without being even the slightest bit out of breath. The adrenalin coursing through her giving her the boost she needed to keep up with a damn rabbit. All you could do is pinch your nose bridge at the scene, dirt starting to cover Leon as he fell for the nth time trying to catch Leah who has ran into and out of the bushes, sticks starting to gather in her hair. But there was also something so calming about it, the warm glow of the sunset as the day wanes and the rippling laughter from your child can't help but fill all the crevices of your body with a pleasant almost fluffy feeling.

♡ ୨୧ ♡

Miraculously, she caught it. Diving forward and rolling onto her back as she held up the rabbit squirming in her grip. In turn Leon—who nearly fell again in the process—caught up to Leah, hooking his hands under her pits, firmly placing her on his hip. 

"Mind tellin' me—" Leon stood there for a minute, chest heaving rigorously, vermillion curls sticking to his forehead. "When are we gonna put this kid in track!" He breathes out, nearly gasping for air with each word.

"Look mama I caught it!" Rosy cheeks stretching from ear to ear, beaming, as she shows off the clearly terrified animal. 

"Of course you did, sweetie—" a warm smile accompanied your face but your eyes filled your thoughts with dread just thinking of how hard it'll be to untangle her hair before school tomorrow.

"Can I keep it!"

No?.. is what you'd like to say—what you should say to your child trying to bring a wild animal into the house. 

But as huge bright blue orbs filled with delight and another pair looking down with nothing love, your heart turned on you. A breath your lungs been holding in for while finally pushes past your lips. 

"What do you wanna name him Leah?"

high pitched giggles fall out her mouth as she sets her new 'pet' down, the rabbit hopping around the living room with Leah not far behind.

"You serious about this?"  

"Hell no." 

／(＞×＜)＼*.⋆｡˚

[drama--universe]

That's what I love about you

Requested by @kdrama-i-nation: Lan Xichen's fiancé is an extremely bubbly and chatty person who just loves talking about various things and he finds her so adorable that he is constantly listening to her speak, so when she feels conscious about her habit, Lan Xichen is like no I find your talking to be so cute and adorable. Thanks!

Pairing: Lan Xichen x reader

Word Count: 947 words

Warnings: none

A/N I apologize, this is a short one. Hope you like it nonetheless.

When you two married, most people were a bit confused. You and Xichen were opposites of each other when it came to your personalities. He was quiet and well mannered while you were often loud and bubbly, always talking about various things to others. That's also what you did when you spent time with Xichen. You were often rambling on and on while Xichen listened to you, always a small smile on his face.

Today was one of those days as well. Xichen was working as you rambled on about the rabbits you had found today, thanks to Wangji. Xichen couldn't help but smile as you rambled on and on, having stopped writing so he could listen to you. You however didn't notice the smile as you rambled. It wasn't until Xichen chuckled that you stopped talking, looking at him with a blank expression.

"What?" You asked and he shook his head softly, turning his gaze back to his papers. You pouted to yourself before sitting down next to him. You glanced at the papers for a few seconds before sighing.

"I'll let you work." You said, kissing his cheek before standing up again. He hummed in response, but didn't look up from his work. You exited the room and walked to the forest. You passed a few disciplines, freezing on the spot.

"Don't you think he deserves better than (y/n)? She's so annoying, always talking." "She never shuts up, I bet he wants to strangle her in her sleep. But he's too good of a man to do so." Two of the disciplines argued and you turned to them.

"It's forbidden to gossip." You sneered before you continued your way into the forest. You stopped by the river, sitting down and pulling your legs up to chest. You laid your head down on your knees, staring out at the moving waters in front of you.

Soon enough, you were sobbing silently into your arms. You had started overthinking after the words of the disciplines. You couldn't help it, the dark creature that gnawed away at the back of your mind. Time had slipped away, hours passing and the sun ready to disappear from view. You barely noticed however, your head was hurting from crying for hours and your tears had ran out hours ago. Not that you cared, you were completely numb at this point.

Your legs dropped as you leaned back into the grass, finally noticing the rabbits that had surrounded you. You grabbed one of them, cradling it to your chest with a sad smile.

"You won't get annoyed at my talking, huh?" You asked as you sat up again, hugging it close to you. Twigs snapped behind you and you turned your head. Xichen stood there, staring at you.

"Xichen?" Your voice gave away, cracking softly as you said his name. He moved closer to you, crouching next to you as his hand grabbed yours. He removed the rabbit from your grip and you whined softly, trying to grab the bunny again.

"No, talking first." He said as he let the rabbit down and it hopped off, happily reuniting with its friends. You pouted at the rabbits before turning to Xichen. He was looking at you sadly and you couldn't help but look away.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked as he grabbed your hands in his, softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"Am I ever... annoying?" You asked quietly, looking down at your hands.

"Like, how I talk so much? Or how I can ramble on for hours about something that really isn't important? Or-" "I'll stop you there, love. You have never and will never be annoying to me. When you talk about the things you love, I will listen. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I love seeing the joy in you as you speak and frankly, I find you adorable when you do. Even if these things are seemingly stupid to others, to me it is important. When I married you, it was because I wanted to. You will never be annoying, no matter what anyone else thinks. They don't have the love for you like I do. They couldn't understand." He spoke in a strong voice, his grip on your hand tightened slightly. You took a second to process everything he had just said before you started to cry again, this time out of happiness. Xichen just pulled you closer, embracing you softly as you cried on his shoulder. It was only when the sun had gone under that you 2 were returning to your room.

You had stopped crying already, but Xichen didn't let you go nonetheless. He stayed right next to you, not letting go of you for even a second. You were laying down, cuddled into his chest with your arms tightly around him. He hadn't stopped telling you how much he loved you and for once, you were completely silent as he rambled on.

"Xichen." You cut him off halfway through his sentence and he looked at you.

"I get it. Thank you." You said and he gave you a soft smile before hugging you just a bit closer.

"I won't listen to other people anymore... They're stupid." "No ill gossip, dear." He spoke and you sat up a bit, looking at him.

"Secretly, you think the same as me. Just say it, young disciplines are stupid." You said and he rolled his eyes at your statement.

"I won't say it, but I'll think it." He said, kissing your nose softly before pulling you back down. You glanced at him with a pout before laying down again.

"Fine... One day you'll say it." You teased, kissing his neck softly before burying your head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you for loving me."

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 24 - Harvest

Length: 1400 words Vore type: F/M, oral vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: unwilling prey, kobold/rabbit, feral prey, digestion Summary: A garden during harvest season is a great place to find a meal! A rabbit knows this, and unfortunately, doesn't consider that may be more universal than he'd like.

On the outskirts of Dilmar City, a garden's plants grew heavy with vegetables. The garden was, of course, guarded by a fence. Easily ten feet high, a wooden frame bounded a shimmering, magical barrier, designed to completely but harmlessly repel any fox, deer, and possibly even a bear.

But not, William thought as his paws pushed through the layer of grass from below, a bunny. A little more digging, and the exit - now entrance - to his hole was wide enough to fit whatever he could drag back with him, as well as his soon-to-be-bulkier body. Extrication, however, could wait: he had a feast fit for a whole warren for him to peruse and enjoy. William shook off some dirt and began to hop through the rows of plants.

Cabbage, onions, some spinach, pumpkins… William slowed his pace at the line of carrot leaves poking out of the ground. Just before he could start digging, however, his ears perked up at a sound: the voice of a yellow and orange kobold using a magic staff like a walking stick, grumbling to herself.

"Stupid superstitious humans. 'Magic corrupts the crops' my scaly tail." She bent down, hefted a pumpkin thice William's size, and placed it on a nearby cart before biting down on the stem to sever it and spitting out the part stuck in her mouth. "Bleh. Tastes like food's food. I don't know what that elf sees in this job besides a worse paycheck than-"

William froze when one bright yellow eye focused on him. Slowly, smoothly, the lizard turned to face the bunny. He tensed, preparing to run straight back to his hole; fangs that pointy and sharp, and mention of "food's food" set his fur on end. But maybe she hadn't actually seen him, or maybe she'd-

The kobold took a deep breath, glanced left and right, then laid down on the cart, letting one arm and the lower half of her legs and tail hang down. "Ah, hell, every carrot you eat is one I don't have to pull up." She laughed, and adjusted her head to avoid laying on her horns. "But lucky you that this is some human's field and not my dragon's."

After waiting several seconds for her to move again, and her failing to do so (save for a lazy twitch of her tail), William took a cautious hop up to the carrot. Then sunk his claws into the dirt. Then did so again, digging faster as the kobold continued to do absolutely nothing about it. Before long, the carrot was out of the ground and, nibble by nibble, vanishing into him. Not even the leaves were spared.

Emboldened by this odd lack of action, the bunny moved to the next carrot. It came up faster, partly from his confidence, but also because it was truly scrawny. Still, food is food, and its size meant it simply disappeared faster. After wiping some dirt from his mouth with a paw, he saw a set of leaves he was certain belonged to a truly delicious specimen, a little closer to the cart. The kobold was completely still, and possibly asleep. So, William took one hop, then another, and started to dig.

Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted through his ears! A strong pressure held them together, then lifted him up by them, until he stared the kobold, now smiling, right in the eyes. William struggled, wiggled, and kicked at the air, but her grip around his ears was far too firm to drop free. A thoughtful look replaced her cold smile, and for a moment, the bunny dared to hope she'd changed her mind.

"Let's see…" she muttered, drawing her staff closer to William with her other hand, "probably don't need much mana into this one. I do want it to end quickly, after all."

The staff tapped William's head, and he heard a firm command: "Sleep." He shook his head, trying to both ignore and use the pain to fight it. Seconds passed, but he remained awake - though his normally strong legs felt like heavy weights dangling from him; he tried to kick again, but felt them barely twitch. To his horror, the kobold noticed this, and bared her fangs in a wicked grin. "Perfect," she purred.

Without getting up from her resting position, she simply lifted him over her head and opened her jaws wide; William could only stare down at the perilous, pink expanse, framed by deadly-sharp fangs and framing an even deadlier dark throat entrance. Her breath was warm and soft against his fur as she lowered him, and once again William had to fight to stay awake. One blink later, and her breath surrounded him, full of unfamiliar but instinctively dangerous scents, yet the gentle, warm pressure of her throat around his hind legs made a powerful argument in favor of giving in to slumber.

The pressure around his ears vanished as the new, lighter one crept up his midsection, threatening his forelegs as well. His ears, sore from the kobold's grip, folded back against his head and back, and then, with a loud clack, she snapped her jaws shut, surrounding him in darkness. An even louder GULP sent a shot of energy coursing through his body, and he kicked as hard as he could against the walls of her throat… which, in his sleepy state, wasn't very hard at all. Her gullet's embrace climbed to his neck, and then wrapped around his head.

The predatory lizard swallowed once more, and irresistible muscles shoved William deeper into her body; his hindpaws slid into a more open yet definitely more deadly chamber, followed soon by his hips, his belly, and the rest of him. His fur was matted down with drool and other juices. Completely cleaned of dirt, he had no doubt, but the thought that the kobold's stomach would soon clean him off of his bones…

Sheer terror, or perhaps her spell wearing off, threw some fight back into him. With newfound strength, he thumped his hindpaws down as hard as he could, as though trying to jump in his confined space. Though muffled by the flesh around him, he heard a surprised "woah!" from his captor, and then William's surrounding's rotated as the kobold sat up. This did little to dissuade the bunny, who simply kept kicking her stomach walls. She growled, and a new pressure from outside pushed against him, as though she could simply force him to be still and accept his fate. William, of course, did his best to not do that, and kept at his assault.

The kobold's stomach rumbled, and what little space he had to ready his kicks was taken from him in a large belch - at least, from the small bunny's perspective. William tried to kick more, but with her stomach pressing in on him even closer than before, he couldn't manage much power behind them. Not that the constant, cloying massage all around him wasn't trying to finish what her earlier sleep spell had nearly done. William could barely focus on much else besides staying awake and continuing to thrash - not even kicking - when the scaly predator jostled him around more hopping off the cart.

"Welp, that's enough of a rest. Boring human job or not, I have my pride as a diligent kobold," she said to herself, and to her unwilling eavesdropper. Between her steady crouching and lifting, the darkness around him, the increasingly stale air, and her stomach constantly kneading acids into his fur, it wasn't long before William succumbed, closing his eyes for the last time.

-

Rinta gave a grunt of effort as she hoisted the last pumpkin onto the cart. Her stomach grumbled around the gradually diminishing heap of rabbit meat and fur stewing inside. The kobold gave her belly an appreciative pat, and it responded by sending up another burp. She grinned to herself; the free live food did make up for the very un-adventurer-like manner of the job, she supposed. She crouched down and started on the line of carrots, quietly hoping that the tasty, squirmy bunny hadn't been the extent of ther farm's pest problem.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

@lansplaining kindly requested I work on my LQR raises Jingyi story (which I’ve also now started cross-posting to AO3 finally!) so here’s a small update of that (And for anyone who’s forgotten where we are: Jingyi has been invited to join LWJ and LSZ for a little while in the rabbit meadow this morning after telling LQR what he struggles with in class, and LWJ has just asked him if he could teach LSZ how to play the games Jingyi likes.)

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[Beginning]

A favor??? For Hanguang-Jun?! Jingyi nods so quickly he makes himself a little disoriented and he hears Lan Yuan stifle a giggle next to him, but it doesn’t sound…mean, so he doesn’t mind.

“Will you teach A-Yuan how to play your favorite games?”

Jingyi can’t help but startle a little. That’s the kind of favor Hanguang-Jun wants to ask for?! He looks completely serious, as he always does, but…that would mean he’s encouraging Jingyi to not only be loud and improper, but asking him to make Lan Yuan bad just like him. Doesn’t Hanguang-Jun want his son to keep being perfect? Is this some new way to trick him into punishment? If he makes Hanguang-Jun’s own son loud and impolite like him, will they take him away from Lan-xiansheng again?

And then, even if it’s not a trick to make him act bad to get punished, he doesn’t even like Lan Yuan! Jingyi squints first at Hanguang-Jun and then at Lan Yuan, waiting for one of them to say it’s a joke and he doesn’t really have to play with the boy who gets to have everything Jingyi doesn’t -

But they’re both still just watching him, waiting for him to decide.

“What if the game I want to play is running around and climbing trees and yelling?” Jingyi finally asks, still squinting a little bit at Hanguang-Jun, just barely enough that he could blame it on the dappled sunlight overhead if he needed to.

“That is fine.”

Hanguang-Jun can’t possibly be joking with his face as serious as it is, but at the same time…if running around and climbing trees really is okay then why has Jingyi always been punished for it before?

Hanguang-Jun must know about all of that, though, because after a moment of their silent standoff he settles one of the rabbits in his lap and begins petting it slowly, gently, just like he’d shown Jingyi, and says, “Here, with me and A-Yuan, you may be a child, Jingyi. You may run and play as you wish. I will not punish you.”

Jingyi glances at Lan Yuan again, waiting to see if this is a joke, but the other boy is just looking back at him, his eyes wide and innocent and, maybe, just as confused as Jingyi feels. He still doesn’t like Lan Yuan, but he knows that’s mean to say so he doesn’t. Instead, he glances one more time at Hanguang-Jun sitting there calm like a porcelain bowl of pure water from the mountain, and as he watches Hanguang-Jun nods at them both once and closes his eyes, sinking into meditation. Before Hanguang-Jun can change his mind, Jingyi reaches out to grab Lan Yuan by the wrist and tug him all the way to the other side of the meadow, away from the rabbits hopping towards Hanguang-Jun to a clear patch big enough to run around in, and with a shivery feeling in his chest he teaches Lan Yuan how to play tag.

And how to do cartwheels.

And how to climb the skinny trees around them and perch in the branches.

And how to somersault.

And when Lan Yuan pants that he’s tired and he doesn’t want to play anymore, Jingyi lets him sit and tear up fistfuls of grass to store for the bunnies once it’s safe for them to approach while Jingyi runs in circles around him, practicing his cartwheels and his somersaults on his own as well as some of his more impressive sword fighting moves. Not the ones they teach in class, but the ones he does when he’s playing with sticks or wooden practice swords, the kind that always get him in trouble for not behaving respectfully.

He’s just coming down from the highest jump he can manage, a long stick in both hands and throat straining around a loud, “Hyah!!!” when Hanguang-Jun gets to his feet and gently picks his way over the bunnies around his feet to begin crossing the clearing to them. Jingyi drops the stick immediately and tucks both hands behind his ramrod-straight back, but Hanguang-Jun simply deposits a rabbit in Lan Yuan’s lap for him to feed grass to before he reaches out to rest a hand on top of Jingyi’s sweaty hair.

“It is time for you to return to Shufu, Jingyi. Would you like to play with A-Yuan again tomorrow?”

“Yes please,” Jingyi replies, because even if he still doesn’t like Lan Yuan very much he won’t pass up the opportunity to come play with the rabbits or his too-loud games that he can’t play anywhere else. It doesn’t even matter if Lan Yuan doesn’t want to play them with him or not – he’s plenty good at entertaining himself if he’s got the chance, so he’ll take it.

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[ask-sumi-hikau]

Sup! Im Sumi

E'llo mates! (and or Sup)

Quirk(s): Bunny hops:Since her parents were born with the Bunny quirk, So did Sumi

Quirk(s): Sumi didnt use her "Bunny quirk" because theres no point, So her mother passed down a Fan, A demon fan (idk kinda cringe lol)

the fan was posseded by a Ghost named Hanako,

Quirk(s): Sumi also has a grass quirk named "Grassy live" she can spawn grass and also make plants :)

Sumi's Hero name: Hops or Buony(pronounced bunny)

Her besties:

@ask-amaya-kazumi(@theyluvsmilo oc)

Pixychu (@tokito-dulya20 oc)

Deku

bakugo

Todoroki

Mina

momo

BakuSquad: Yes (so she can hang out with Amaya)

Thoughts on pll:

Amaya: Shes very sweet i love her kitty ears

Todoroki: *BLUSHSS* U-Umm h-he is cute."

Bakugo: #angerissues

Deku: GREENGREEN GRASS~"

Mina: Shes a little pink alien i love her sm!

Momo: I like her hero outfit!

Purple grape boi: Perverted but nice

Dabi: I love the stitches!

OKIIII BYEUUHH!

[bstroobery]

Hello! I decided to write a fable type story to explain a difficult concept to one of our littles, Lily. I actually quite liked writing this! I might go in to writing children’s books! Blue already offered to illustrate them! ^^

The Ghost and the Bunny

On a warm autumn’s day, a bunny hopped along outside of the haunted forest. She was very upset. The black cat and the red wolf had done something to anger some of the villagers in the nearby village everyone would go visit.

These villagers were mad at everyone for what the cat and wolf had done. The cat had said something mean that he didn’t mean, and the wolf acted really mean to people after someone had hurt her and woke her up from a very nice long nap.

The bunny was very upset about this. She just wanted the forest and village to get along. She always wanted to be kind to people, especially the people in the village, but she also loved her friends in the haunted forest as well.

The bunny sat on a hill, looking over the village as she cried. All she could think about was how the villagers the cat and wolf hurt were treating everyone in the forest. Of course, it didn’t help that all of them shared the forest.

Along came a ghost. He was doing his best to try and keep everyone in the forest safe. They’d all been very sad lately, and he wanted to make sure they didn’t get too sad. He saw his bunny friend sitting and watching the village and decided to go talk to her.

“What’s wrong, Bunny?” the ghost asked.

“The village hates us,” she said as she tried not to cry.

“What makes you say that?”

“The villagers that Cat and Wolf hurt are upset with the whole forest. I just want everyone to be friends.”

The ghost nodded. “Is everyone in the village upset?”

The bunny shook her head.

“Are you afraid those hurt villagers will make everyone hate us?”

She nodded.

“Well, why does it matter what the villagers think?”

“Because we go to the village,” she said. “We go to the village a lot.”

“Well then why not tell the villagers about what happened? That the cat and wolf are sorry and have been trying to fix what they did?”

“They don’t care,” the bunny said sadly. “Some villagers are building a fence to keep all of us out. What if the whole village does it? You didn’t say the bad things cat said. You didn’t hurt people like wolf did. Why can’t you go to the village and have fun with the friends who now hate us?”

“Because we’re all the forest,” the ghost said. He looked up at the sky sadly. “They can’t keep the cat and wolf out without keeping us all out. That’s just how it works.”

“I just wish everyone could be friends.”

“But that’s not how it works.” The ghost looked back down at his bunny friend. “Cat and Wolf may be trying to fix what they did, but no one is able to force forgiveness. I just want Cat and Wolf to forgive themselves.”

The bunny laid in the grass, continuing to watch the village. “What if the villagers Cat and Wolf didn’t hurt get mad and build fences?”

“We don’t need them,” the ghost said. “We go to the village for food and to talk to the villagers. But there are other villages. Villages that will understand that Cat and Wolf are getting better. They won’t build fences.”

The bunny looked up at the ghost. “You really think that?”

The ghost smiled down at his bunny friend. “I don’t think. I know.”

The ghost and the bunny then walked back into the forest together, finding their friends Cat and Wolf, who were both happily talking about the birds nests they fixed and the friends in the forest that they helped.

Bunny just had to search for a new village, but they still stayed friends with the nice villagers from the other one.

I don’t know… tell me what you think! I could use the criticism on my writing skills ^^’

- Johnny Toast