#cottontail cottage

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Hi lovely, to celebrate the new year! I was wondering if you could please do a fluff/smut with Cirden.

Does not have to be hardcore smut only a taste!! thank you so much 4 taking the time out of your day and writing we all appreciate your work.

A/N: took it in me to get this done before January ended!! putting this man in the spicy is so bittersweet b/c it feels so wrong (but so right). And thank you for your kindness!! Lord knows I've been needing some grace. Thank you for being so sweet I'm glad people actually see my stuff <33

CW: NSFW/SMUT, public(?) doing the dirty in the woods, hunting, elf X reader, established marriage

WC:2.8k

Gender Neutral Reader X Male Elf husband

"Raagghh. I haven't caught ANYTHING..." One of your arrows lands in the dirt, it's blade skinning against the ground before it fell flat. You couldn't even manage to stab a lizard that blundered past you, it's skittering body running as your arrow slumped.

"Don't get discouraged," Cirdan mumbled with unmoving lips, focused on the prey only a few meters in front of him. "It's only your first time with a bow and arrow."

He still managed to whisk away your heart in his crouched battle stance as you curled on the forest floor, his arrow flying as it released with a snap. The harsh squeak of a cottontail broke the silence of the ancient trees, a fatal jump being it's last movement before it succumbed to the ground in a helpless flop. Your husband moved forward without you to slice it's throat. You looked away in shame; he had been hunting for your dinners ever since your joint movement into the cottage currently a mile away; he had cut the heads off deer and ducks while you sat back and covered your eyes. You couldn't even shoot down a bird, not only from your poor aim but your heart lurched everytime you saw its feathered breast beat with life, its beak release a hymn of song. Every now and again you could garner the courage to help him defeather or clean the bones of his latest catch but when seeing their heads or lifeless eyes, it made your insides churn.

It was dispiriting, knowing you couldn't provide in the way he had learned to do since he was a child. But by Gods and Goddesses, did he not look fine holding that bow and pulling back its string, showing the strength in his chest and the unwavering focus in his grey-blue eyes. You memorialized the image in your head, toes scrunching deep in your sewn leather boots (created by cirdan and his many talents) with your knees pushed together, gaze focused on the ground.

"Whats wrong?"

You looked up from your place in the dirt and dead leaves, your spouse like a pretty ice mountain that you had to strain upwards to see. He placed three dead bunnies by their ears into the sack that was once on his back; if he were alone, he would've just carried them by hand back to the cottage.

"Nothing, I was just... thinking. It's beautiful out here."

You looked up at the canopy of trees, dappled light speckling between the small empty holes that neither branch nor bushy leaves covered to block the evening sun.

Cirdan bent down, placing his sack on the ground as a warm hand came to cover the top of your head. A calloused palm pushed your hair back, patting you with deadweight.

You couldn't see the rest of him with his gigantic arm in the way, his voice like an omniscient invisible God of the forest. 

"Don't worry if you can't hunt...I'll do enough for the both of us," His palm slid to your cheek in a messy fashion, attempting to be heedful of how firm his touch was, too used to handling his bow with untamed strength for the day. His hand was a pillow on your cheek as he pressed his thumb against your temple. "It's my job to take care of you."

He spoke as if mostly to himself, thin silver lashes disguising his eyes while he watches your lips with a small, almost unnoticeable quiver. But he didn't waver as you stared back, gaze running from his deep pupils to his strong nose bridge, down to his dripping jugular.

It was tension inside you and it was unbearable. It took choking yourself back to not scream "just kiss me, dammit!"

But elves weren't the hasty type,(especially your aloof husband), and you didn't know what Cirdan would think if you came forward so hungrily. Would he think you were just some lust-crazed old bat that replaced the careful spouse he once knew?

"Come, let's go back; the wind is picking up. I won't let you catch a cold."

The forest was all but blowing, a leaf tumbling every now and again but practically silent. And yet, who were you to argue with the seasoned elf who had survived in forests like this?

You took the outstretched hand cirdan put in front of you, allowing him to practically lift you to your feet as your bow held limply in your other hand with defeat. Alas, another day with no progress in conquering your woodland fear.

You let Cirdan lead you, following him past old oaks and emptied burrows, unable to keep your wide eyes off of him. It was nice, to distract your disappointed mind from your empty game sack to the hauntingly beautiful portrait of the manly elf before you.

"What is it?" Cirdan stopped, looking at you with those long locks covering his scarred eye, the other staring with a darkened brow.

"Nothing!" You'd repeat, looking away with your antsy feet bouncing, hoping he'd somehow read the growing need inside of you. And this carried on a countless too many times before you saw the clearing that led to the desire path back home.

What were you to say? That you wanted him here and now? That you wished he'd just smile and hold you and tell you to take off your hunting clothes and everything underneath as soon as you got back home? Yeah, right. As if the stoic beast that you married would be so forward, as hopeful and desiring as you.

You sneaked glances, learning better than before when aiming to witness the veins in his forearm that traveled to the hand interlocked with yours, the pants that fit his slightly toned ass just right. Gods, were you really so sinful? But, was it so wrong to want your husband, to think of him panting above you and his beautiful thighs encasing you with heartache and hunger?

Cirdan stopped again. You were about to tell him now this time you really weren't looking but he didn't face you, instead dropping his bag along with an unused set of arrows accompanying his bow.

"I think... I understand."

You tilted your head at him, maybe at a poor attempt to get him to look at your cute side.

"I'm supposed to do more than...be a a simple protector."

You would've pressed for more information, if it weren't for the oddly timed shove towards a nearby tree. Cirdan took the bag from your hands faster than you could ask "what the hell are ya doing," his sharp face only mere inches away and angled as if he was about to kiss you.

But maybe, that was just your imagination, your mind centered only on his smoothened pinkish lips.

"Is this what you wanted...?"

The elf brute inched down, nudging your nose with a deep exhale. His hands engulfed yours, holding them down at your sides as he pressed his lips snuggly to your cupids bow.

The sheer power of his face pushed your skull against the tree; along with it a warm, humid hand came from behind to press along the curve of your back. His pointer finger inched, massaging into your tailbone as the elf's thigh quickly entrapped you between he and the old oak.

That hand moved down to the waist of your hunting trousers, digging beneath them to reach more savory skin.

You almost jumped at the slight clutch of your left ass cheek, your husbands eyes shut as he rubbed his forehead against you.

Lost words were grumbled under his breath with a gentle rasp, his other hand leaving your fingers as they braced against the bark of the tree behind you.

"Cirdan-- wha," you tried to figure out what you were feeling, what the right thing to do would be. Which was, to tell him that this was not the right place, nor the right time. But that gentle nudge of his tented crotch against your leg made any thoughts of lucidity drift.

"Want you..." He spoke, barely above a hum. "Isn't this, what you needed? Looking at me, at my..."

"Don't finish that sentence," you warned, unable to meet his gaze as he softly squinted open his eyes. "Maybe so but--! Right here?? Right now? In the woods?! Even I'm not desperate enough to make us do it...here."

"No creatures come to the edge of the woods... too smart for that. We're too far away for any hunters to venture close enough." You could see even he wasn't one to normally suggest this idea; but if anyone knew this forest, it was him. "Besides, said I want to take care of you.. did you not think I'd follow through on that..?"

"But, wait, I mean-" you nearly whined, hardly able to contain yourself with the hand massaging your backside, the fat of his buldge grinding into your quadricep. He was almost as bad as the rabbits he so skillfully caught, their known libidinous currently rivaling his own.

It was still atleast a 15 minute walk back to the cottage when following the path directly back. Could you make it that long? If not, could you bare the anxiety of having him bend you over in the woods completely out in the open?

"I didn't know you were so... pent up." You choked. "I mean, you're not just doing this for me, right?"

Who were you kidding? He was practically rubbing on you like a fox in heat.

"Please don't make me beg." He looked at you directly, finding your lost-at-sea eyes that had been rapidly searching for any creature or holy figure nearby witnessing you and your husbands' immoralities. He wasn't whining nor desperate but rather asking you, to please, not make him put himself even lower at your mercy-- if that was even possible.

His directness caught you off guard; sure, you had been on the edge of ripping your clothes off and throwing yourself at him but-- to have him beat you to the punch?

You couldn't help yourself when he leaned in, his soft locks brushing against your shoulder as the tip of his pink tongue swiped your lower lip, his confidence having grown since the first time you made love to him in the dark.

You opened your mouth greedily, nearly starvingly so as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. How could you say no, when he asked you so genuinely, when your groin ached to be caressed by him?

With the confession of your open mouth and the lewd noises of your labored breaths, Cirdan moved quicker than with the normal diligent pace he tended to do everything with. In a split second your leg was wrapped around his hip, his large hand rubbing gently at the front zipper of your trousers, reaching in deep between your legs to get a good cup full o' you. 

You couldn't just ignore the cries of his loins as he lunged forward, desperate for your affection. You undid the two buttons holding the elf's own wood-colored slacks up. They drooped only slightly to show the clean grey of his happy trail, your palm digging in to reach for the stiff piece that craved a special touch.

It slid out so easily, his tip warm against your wrist. You couldn't help but watch him leak just a bit, slightly hard as a thin vein pulsed under your thumb.

"Gods please...I said t'not make me beg." He muffled in your ear, taken aback uncharacteristically as you stroked with the intent to milk him for all he had.

It was so cute and fat, the small grey-white hairs of the front of his cock leading down to his crowned jewels, making you appreciate the differences between humans and elves. His pointed ears twitched upward as he practically foamed at the mouth against your neck. A gentle palm came to push your shoulder against the tree with simplicity.

Without unzipping, cirdan shifted to pull your pants and undergarments down to your knees; in a matter of two seconds he managed to strip you half naked. Your hand was pulled away from the elf, interlocked instead with his fingers as your bare thigh was hoisted further up against his naked hip.

His chest pressed up against you as he slowed to get inside, looking at you with glazed over, hooded eyes. He didn't look away, he couldn't. There was something about the sweat at the corner of your brow, your slightly ajar lips that kept him going, entering inside of you with raw cock and raw determination, awaiting to see that expression of nearful ecstasy that would wash away all the neediness you had been experiencing.

You didn't know how he could do it, stare at you so intently without any break away while you sweated under his gaze. If he wasn't currently bottoming out inside of you right now, you would've felt like you were under interrogation. You both huffed simultaneously once your hole swallowed up the entirety of him, your right leg limp over his thigh as he pressed you up further against the tree.

"Feel okay?" Cirdan panted, and you could see he was barely keeping himself at bay. What a gentleman, controlling himself from fucking you blind-- not that you would've minded the latter, of course.

You responded in turn by grinding down on him, rolling your hips forward to have that needy, hungry and achingly thirsty spot become just a little farther quenched.

It was difficult to not throw your head back and scream, feeling so warm and full as you gripped the back strands of the elfs hair.

With the time you had spent with him you realized Cirdan wasn't much of a grunter, preferring unconsciously to huff and pant and wordlessly suck through his teeth when he was inside of you. If you were lucky, you'd get to see him furrow his brows in exasperation, frowning as if he was concentrating hard on something important and not just from rocking into you. The challenging part about being his first lover however, was that he was still learning not to finish in the first few seconds of plunging inside.

"Ill.. n'take care of yo..u" he muttered, lifting your hips as your bare ass scraped against the bark of the tree. "Take care so good..."

You would've laughed at his drunken fervor if you didn't find it so endearing, the urge to stick your tongue into his heated cavern of a mouth washing over you like a wave.

Cirdan accepted the kiss greatfully, placing a hand behind your head to grace your thump against the tree. You could hear the branches shake, a stray dead leaf falling on the top of your head as he rutted forward, your own pelvic floor pushing against his thrusts. The elf's nose smushed against the side of your own, lips practically consuming one another as his lashes brushed your cheek. Sweat formed on your back dripping to your legs, but you didn't care. It felt too good, your senses only focusing on where he was caressing or what would be next, the cold breeze reminding you that you were still outside.

That fear remained in the back of your mind, your eyes occasionally opening and scanning the forest that you could see beyond Cirdan. But there was nothing, nothing but the trees and dead fallen logs blocking pathways.

Your kisses drifted away as you saw a hunched over deer, somewhat 10 paces away with its head burrowed in a bush.

Cirdan slowed, the deep drilling inside of you now merely a thick discomfort of occasional thrusts. He could feel you were getting lost in your worry, your grip on his shoulders loosening.

"Ma’sal’shiral," he grabbed your chin, turning you away from the fear of the forest. "Going to make you feel love unlike any creature has known;" he kissed you with wet lips, giving you breath and teeth. "So please, don't turn from me."

The horrible ache in his eyes, the twitch inside of you-- for how torturous it was for yourself, it was just as bad for him. You would've apologized, turned the mood even further south into sourness if he hadn't begun rocking again, holding your back to keep your sensitive skin away from the tree. He huffed into your cheek, pressing hard up against you as he cherished everything he could touch. The deer that once took over your thoughts was now pushed to the edge, your eyes half-shut now that all you could feel was the depth of your husband, his precum mixing with the heat of your hole. The crude sound of skin on skin, the slight slap of elf balls hitting your ass-- it nearly sent your mind into overdrive.

And even with the pain of tree bark rubbing against your skin, the stench of petrichor and sweat in your nose, you wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

This might even be better than the bed... Okay, maybe not. But that didn't matter with Cirdan so far inside of you he huffed with inclination, tempting to keep his orgasm at bay.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Bunnies shouldn't be wondering on their own. A big bad wolf is stalking the forest, and he will do anything to protect what is his.

『Word count』 : 1.84k

Paring: Wolf!Alpha!Bucky x Bunny!Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, Bucky goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Bucky in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Dirty talk. Harassment, sexualising. Abuse. Toxic friendships. Triggering scenes. John being a disgusting person.

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You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the den. Bucky had begged you to come over to see his brothers, so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. It is a simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilted his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too. It's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least. Standing up slowly, you dropped your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf, got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing John? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here, John... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore. You had a voice. Bucky helped you with that. John, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore. He can't bend you like he used to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail, tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he wanted to kiss you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the worst, but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on, let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picked up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

-

Time was ticking, and as the sun began to fade into the setting, Bucky's pacing became more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong, and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No, something was definitely off, and he needed to find you now.

-

"ARGH, how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot for the past hour, watching John pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young, but now all he sees is a stranger whenever your eyes meet. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping Johns or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-John can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself, gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you used to, huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone, "Bucky is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction, tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another. You know that, right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer, "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's what you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Bucky, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence, the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot, and angry Bucky in its frame. John shivered slightly. All his talk might mean one thing, but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, John?" Bucky's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" John answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about John, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Bucky tilted his head, a snapping sound echoing from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their little heads at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time, his eyes meet Johns in pure red rage. John gulps, knowing what Bucky was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Bucky moved faster than anything he could see, pining John to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinch down on his windpipe, and Bucky's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Bucky's words rang in John's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. James spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping John to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck, gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to hunt our prey..." He crouched down, becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true, then I guess this makes you my prey..."

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Prey | Jongho

「Synopsis」 : You past catches up and an old friend comes to finally take you back to the cruel home you once knew... How would react to their bunmy hybrid mate getting hurt? [A mini series]

「Word count」 : 1.84k

-> Genre: Gore, Angst, Fantasy

Paring: Wolf!Jongho x Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, jongho goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Jongho in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Let me know if i missed something.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

[This can be read as a stand alone]

You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the Ateez den. Jongho had begged you to come over to see his brothers so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. A simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilts his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too, it's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least, standing up slowly, you drop your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing Jack? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here Jack... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore, you had a voice. Jongho helped you with that. Jack, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore, he can't bend you like he use to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he want to kiss you. You closed your eyes waiting for the worst but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picks up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

Time was ticking and as the sun begins to fade into the setting, Jongho's pacing becomes more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No something was definitely off and he needed to find you now.

"ARGH how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot, for the past hour, watching Jack pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young but now all he sees is a stranger and you also whenever your eyes met. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping jacks or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-jack can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you use to huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone "Jongho is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another you know that right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's why you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Jongho, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot and angry Jongho in its frame. Jack shivered slightly, all his talk might mean one thing but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, Jack?" Jongho's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" Jack answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about Jack, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Jongho tilted his head, a snapping sound echo from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their head at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time his eyes meet Jacks in pure red rage. Jack gulps, knowing what Jongho was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Jongho moved faster than anything he could see, pining Jack to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinching down on his windpipe, Jongho's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Jongho's words rang in Jack's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. Jong spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping Jack to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to haunt our prey..." He crouched down becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true then I guess this makes you my prey..."

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[aziraphales-library]

Hey! Someone recommended I come to you because I was looking for long GO fics so here I go I suppose.

Do you have any recs where Aziraphale and Crowley are humans and have a job which is....well not a job you'd expect for the average human au. For example I've been reading one where Az is a tour guide and Crowley is the bus driver. I dunno, something about those kinds of fics are very comforting to me.

And by weird jobs I take it you mean non popular aus like coffee shops? Plenty of those! Try our #human au tag first and foremost! Some other recs:

The Fabric of Your Hair by saretton [E]

It’s Thursday, and for Crowley, it’s as if the week started with that day. On Thursday evenings, Aziraphale comes around to his shop, sneaks in through the back door after closing time, and gets his weekly treatment.

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A Pins and Needles AU.

The Listed Building Dilemma by Nadzieja [E], WIP

Anthony J. Crowley is a talented architect (between jobs, temporarily). He has everything he ever wanted—a posh flat, a vintage car, and his plants. He should be happy and yet happiness eludes him.

Until his friend introduces him to Aziraphale—a kind stranger who has just inherited a cottage which is in dire need of renovating.

Could the two of them put their differences aside and overcome their anxieties for long enough to build something new and beautiful together...?

Long Haul by snae_b [E]

First time he sees him he’s barreling down 40 like a bat out of hell. Thirty miles outside of Flagstaff and six hours behind schedule. The desert looming large on all sides. Red sand and sage stretching out for miles and miles in front of him. Juniper and pine and gray crag behind him. The flora might be changing but that's about it. Same bone-dry air that gives him nosebleeds. Same cute little cottontails and scrawny jackrabbits darting under his tires. Same two lanes separated by white lines...

He checks his speedometer. He hasn't downshifted since the city limits. Sheer luck, that. He's coming up fast on another rig. Flatbed with Vermont plates. Bright white cab with gold wings painted on the side.

Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn't escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

Would I Lie to You? by FeralTuxedo, TawnyOwl95 [E]

Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are rival team captains on popular comedy panel show Don't Lie To Me, where they exchange insults and banter to an audience of millions. But behind the scenes, a whole other game of truth and lies is being played.

A comedy panel show AU

Liquid Gold by fashioncriminal, smolalienbee, Sodium_Azide, Tarek_giverofcookies [T]

Goth beekeeper Crowley starts a new life in the countryside, in a suitably gothic house, with suitably goth furniture, tombstones, and bees. One day Crowley finds a surprise singing to the bees. And Crowley's suitably goth life changes.

A gentle cottagecore human AU, featuring a bit of a bastard, a bit of a soft touch, and many many bees.

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And lastly reccing the Az as a tour guide, bus driver Crowley you mentioned, I believe it's:

The High Road and the Low Road by saretton [E], WIP

It's been two years and, finally, it has happened. They're paired up again. Anthony Crowley, coach driver for Roadside Fire Coaches and Buses, and Aziraphale Fell, licensed member of Scotland's Tourists Guide Association.

Maybe this time they can finally talk and figure out whatever has been going on between them for fifteen years.

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A Good Omens Scotland Tour Human AU.

~Mod N

[scribophantasma]

The Phantom Rabbit Ch.1

After witnessing that scene with the demon and witch, the white rabbit ran out of the cottage and into the snowy forest as fast as it could go. 

You were so scared and confused that the rabbit instincts took over, and they urged you to run until you couldn’t anymore. While you were doing so, the scenery changed from snowy forest to crowded, cobblestone, streets. Your rabbit instincts were going haywire at this point because nowhere was safe!

Everywhere you turned, you were nearly stepped on, ran over, and kicked by accident! It wasn’t until you darted into an alleyway to hide that your human rationale regained control. You flopped over and just lay there, panting in exhaustion as your mind processed everything.

‘Holy crap! What the heck was that?! What’s going on?! Where is this place?!’

You examined the white paws that replaced your hands, and touched the ear that flopped over your face. Yup, they were definitely yours. Craning your neck, you examined the cottontail behind you that confirmed your suspicions. ‘WHY AM I A FREAKING RABBIT?!’

Suddenly, a high pitched squeal invaded your poor, ultra-sensitive ears and then a pair of hands snatched you up and squished you close. 

“Milady! You mustn’t run into dark alleyways!” A female voice panicked. 

“Paula, I told you to call me Lizzy! And I’m alright. Look at this bunny rabbit that I found. IT’S SOOOO CUTE!”

‘My ears….’

“I can’t wait to take it home and show it to mother, father and Edward!”

You squirmed until your head was free from the sea of pink that was the girl’s dress. Then you stared in shock at her face. 

It was freaking Elizabeth from Black Butler! 

"Milady,"

"IT'S LIZZY!"

"Sorry. Lizzy, you know how your mother is about animals you find on the streets. Also, the dogs and cats would make a meal out of the poor rabbit. You have to let it go."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO!" Shrieked the pink banshee. She proceeded to throw a tantrum as she pressed your body to one side of her face.

"Mother gets to breed her hounds, Father has his ugly Persian cats and Edward always adds to his horse collection. All I want is ONE cute pet! It's not fair! WAAAAAH!!!" 

You stared deadpanned at Paula with your ears pinned back as the maid tried in vain to calm the crybaby. The little noble wasn't even crying for reals- otherwise your fur would be drenched in her tears. How could Paula not see that Elizabeth was pulling off crocodile tears like the spoilt, privileged, little brat she is? 

"Milady, please! Do not cry… The rabbit will be fine… Mylady, you're causing a scene! Please stop… I know! Let's go shopping! That always makes you feel better. We have to get a present for your fiance anyways."

Suddenly Elizabeth stopped 'crying' and exclaimed, "THAT'S IT!"

You winced and held your head in your paws. 'AHHH MY EARS!!!'

"I'll give the bunny to Ciel! Then I can visit both Phantomhive manor, and the cute bunny whenever I want!"

"What a splendid idea!" Paula agreed. Then she took out her stupid bells. "Jingle, jingle!"

You groaned. 'So damn annoying!' 

"Let's go prepare his gift!" Said Elizabeth, and then she sprinted off with you in her arms.

"Ah! Wait for me, milady!" Paula cried.

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Elizabeth took you to a place called 'Le Choyé Pampered Pets Botique'. You raised a figurative eyebrow at the name because it said the same word twice. 

After shouting excitedly at the workers about how you were a present for her fiance, they immediately set to work to make you 'even cuter'. 

It was torture! 

First, you were nuked with rose scented perfume- which got in your eyes. You were so preoccupied with rubbing them that you were unable to fight off what happened next: a thorough brushing with a bristly brush. Were they using a cactus?! You squealed in pain, but everyone in the store aww'ed at the sounds. Damn sadists!  Before you could recover from that experience, you were strangled with an obnoxiously large, dark pink bow tie. You immediately gagged and tugged on it with your paws. While you were doing so, someone picked you up and stuffed you inside a suffocating box. 

'They didn't even put any air holes, what the hell?!' 

Getting on your back, you tried to kick the box open with your hind feet, but the box had been wrapped up tight. 

Feeling light headed, you rolled over again and clawed at a corner of the box until you breached the cardboard and wrapping paper. Finally, some air! The bow on your neck wasn't helping though. 

You continued to tug on the fabric as someone picked up the box and moved you elsewhere. Based on the muffled sounds and bumpy sensations, Elizabeth and Paula were now inside a carriage.

You tuned out the conversation they were having and dwelled in your own thoughts after finally loosening the constrictor grip on that ribbon. 

You thought back to the events that brought you here. How a portal suddenly opened beneath you, and sucked you through… The quick, but painful transformation from human to rabbit… How the demonic creature attacked that lady, over a soul. Said soul definitely being yours. 

That explains how you got here, but why were you transformed into a rabbit? 

Also, you don't want to get eaten by a demon! From what you understand, Sebastian is starving himself to make his meal (Ciel) more tasty. You're not that desperate to sell your soul… Heck, you'd enjoy being human again for a few moments before paying the devil's due. Would Sebastian eat you on the spot?

You recall that he claims to have grown tired of devouring every soul in sight, indicating that a contract is not even needed for him to eat souls. Does being in a contract keep Sebastian from eating other souls?

If that is the case, what if he feeds you to Ciel- like, straight up serving him roast rabbit for supper to merge your souls together?! Your fur bristled and you shivered at the thought.

But what if he doesn't sense your soul?

Should you tell them (or, find a way to tell them)? If you somehow manage to convince them that you're trapped in this rabbit form, you could get their help. After that fiasco in town where everything tried to unintentionally kill you, there was no way you would survive on your own. Unlike you, they have resources, powers, and opposable thumbs. They could help you find a way to change back, and return to your own world.

But like his demon servant, Ciel never helps anyone for free. He'll exploit you for his personal gain and use you like a pawn in chess. Heck, he lied and made an empty promise to Snake, just to keep him under his employ. What could you possibly offer him in your state- cuddles and snuggles?

Should you keep this to yourself? It'll be hard and dangerous without help. On the flipside, everything else is just as dangerous.

You're damned if you do, and damned if you don't. That is the worst place to be.

What other option is there- do nothing and leave everything to the hands of fate? 

You pondered on these thoughts as the carriage kept bouncing and bumping, making you collide with every wall in the box.

This was going to be a looooong ride.

[cozycottagegamereviews]

Fae Farm First Thoughts

I literally found out about this game yesterday, but obviously I had to grab it. So far it’s been interesting and I’m excited to see where it goes.

Fae Farm is a cozy farming RPG with a fantasy theme. The land of Azoria is in trouble but it’s PR team is super old school so they ask for help by tossing messages in bottles into the ocean. You are the only person in the whole world who found one and, I guess, had nothing better to do.

The journey to Azoria is rough but when you arrive you are granted a cottage and farm. You quickly set to work growing crops and catering to the every whim of all the villagers you just met.

Typical stuff.

Where Fae Farm deviates from most games is that dark magic has turned discarded objects into jumbles. The villagers have mostly confined the jumbles to dungeons located around Azoria, but wouldn’t you know it, the dungeons are also full of valuable resources.

I haven’t gotten far, but so far the combat is pretty simple—exactly what I’d expect from a cozy game. The first dungeon is also very pretty and I look forward to exploring it more.

To be honest, I haven’t done a ton of farming. The villagers and the main storyline have kept me hopping.

But I do have a chickoo and a cottontail, so I guess that’s progress.

No idea what to do with the wool or eggs yet though.

I can say that so far I really love the fishing mechanic. Unlike other games where getting a fish on the line triggers some kind of window to pop open, the fishing in Fae Farm is fluid with the rest of the game play. You see a fish, cast the line, get a fish to take the bait and then work to reel it in. No windows. No bars.

Like in Potion Permit or Story of Seasons: Pioneers of Olive Town, the fish will tug on the line and it will eventually turn red. If you don’t let the line go slack until it turns white again, the fish will snap the line and get away.

The one thing I need to get used to is that you can just jump in the water in Fae Farm. I keep running off the edges of things into the water, thinking the game will stop me. Oops.

I’m looking forward to exploring this one more, and eventually getting to the actual fairies.

[latchkeykiddo]

Cottontail Cottage - Tender Leaf Toys

[fjotla-vithir]

Some things to know about Fjölla:

1. He’s more like an actual rabbit than he would care to admit. I feel like most of the following facts will pertain to this but idgaf bite me.

2. He fucc. We know this already, ofc, but I’m not sure everyone understands the extent of this. The man lives in a constant state of horny. He has learned to ignore it and if he senses The Vibe™️ he will pursue it like none other.

3. He does the neck biting thing in bed to assert dominance.

4. His love language is touch. Big time touch. In bed, in public, hanging with the FC, at parties, doesn’t matter. He always gotta be touching his partner.

5. He doesn’t get sick very often but when he does, it’s a nightmare.

6. Prefers the company of men over women and children.

7. Canonically, he and his partner own two homes: one in Empyreum - which is their main settlement - and a teeny tiny cottage in the Lavender Beds (I recently won a lot; was the only bidder).

8. He is both top and bottom.

9. He got that cottontail.

10. Fjölla doesn’t have bad dreams often. He rarely dreams at all, in fact. However, if something unpleasant does enter his unconscious mind, it’s usually a nightmare about his time wandering the mountains - his only actual memories of the time - and his body reacts in very intense physical ways. His body temperature drops immensely and very quickly and he shivers uncontrollably. No one has really known what to do; nothing the Scions did could help ease the terrors. But his new husband has found a routine that somewhat helps keep Fjölla as comfortable as possible. And also just to keep the poor suffering bun company.

I might add to this list later.

Also I realize that most of this is about sex.

[petnews2day]

Baby Rescue Bunny 'Makes Biscuits' Just Like a Kitten

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[ryuzakemo128]

Original Characters Headcanons Part 1

Author's Note: These are the original characters I will be using for my original writing from time to time. If you want to request headcanons for any of them feel free to do so.

Masterlist 01

Masterlist 02

[Part 2] - Coming soon

Tara

She comes from a long line of ancient witches who were hunted in the time of the Witch Trials.

Merlin is her raven familiar who can speak, and he's been with her since she was a child.

Her powers are unpredictable, often manifesting in unexpected ways.

Her powers came on her thirteenth birthday, and she almost burned down the house trying to control them.

She lives in a cottage on the outskirts of town, hidden away from prying eyes.

She has a deep love for nature and animals, which is reflected in her magical abilities.

Her favorite spell is one that allows her to communicate with animals, and she often spends her days conversing with the local wildlife.

She has a scar on her left arm from when she accidentally transformed into a hawk during a botched spell.

She's self-taught, relying on old grimoires and her own instincts to hone her craft.

She takes care of animals like geese, ducks, quails, chickens, cats, and dogs at her home.

She has a greenhouse and a garden where she grows herbs and vegetables.

She is careful not to reveal her true identity to anyone, as she knows that it could put her in danger.

Her favorite color is green, which symbolizes growth, renewal, and nature.

Her raven familiar, Merlin, is her closest confidante and advisor.

Samantha

Samantha is a witch who lives in a quaint little cottage in the woods. She inherited her powers from her grandmother, who was also a witch.

She has an affinity for potions and brews magical elixirs that she sells to local shops in the nearby town.

She has a pet rabbit named Peter Cottontail who has the unique ability to turn invisible when scared.

Her favorite time of year is autumn, when the leaves change color and the air is crisp. She loves brewing potions that capture the essence of the season.

Her cottage is adorned with candles, herbs, and crystals, creating a cozy and magical atmosphere.

She has a large collection of rare grimoires that she uses for research and reference.

Her favorite spell to perform is one that can make people laugh uncontrollably.

She spends her weekends volunteering at the local animal shelter, where she helps find homes for abandoned animals.

Amelia

A fae princess, Amelia, has a pet fox named Loki.

She also specializes in healing magic, which she uses to help her people.

Her cottage is surrounded by a lush, magical forest that is home to all manner of enchanted creatures.

She has long, flowing hair the color of sunlight on leaves, and her eyes are the shade of moss.

Amelia loves music and often plays a small harp made from enchanted wood.

Her favorite time of year is the summer solstice, when the fae realm is at its most vibrant and alive.

She is known for her gentle nature and kind heart, often going out of her way to help those in need.

Despite her royal status, she prefers simple clothing made from natural fabrics like linen and wool.

Lily

Lily is a mermaid who lives in a secluded lagoon deep within the ocean. Her cottage is made entirely of coral and seaweed, blending seamlessly into its underwater surroundings.

She has the ability to control water, which she uses to communicate with other sea creatures and navigate through the ocean.

Her long, flowing hair is the color of the deepest blue sea and cascades down her back like a waterfall.

She spends her days swimming among the schools of fish and playing with dolphins in the lagoon.

Her favorite pastime is composing hauntingly beautiful melodies on her enchanted conch shell, which echo throughout the ocean.

She has a pet seahorse named Neptune who can change colors to blend in with his surroundings.

Lily's cottage is adorned with shells, pearls, and other sea treasures she has collected over the years.

Despite her solitary life, she is content and at peace with herself, enjoying the simple beauty of the ocean and its inhabitants.

Marianna

A incredibly wealthy fae, Marianna, has an affinity for glamour and beauty. She possesses an enchanting voice that can mesmerize anyone within hearing distance. Despite her love for luxury, she is deeply concerned about the environment and often uses her influence to promote sustainable practices.

She crafts her own clothes and accessories using rare fabrics and precious gemstones, which often catch the eye of even the most experienced fashionistas. Her home is a testament to her exquisite taste, filled with priceless artwork and antiques from around the world.

Marianna is known for her philanthropic efforts, often donating large sums of money to various causes. However, she remains somewhat reclusive, preferring to avoid the spotlight and maintain her privacy. Despite this, she is deeply loved and respected by those who know her.

She lives in a large estate on the outskirts of the fae realm, surrounded by lush gardens and a stunning natural landscape. The estate is guarded by powerful magical creatures, ensuring that Marianna remains safe and secure at all times.

She has several pet cats , all of which are magical in their own right, and spends much of her free time reading or practicing her musical talents on the harp. Despite her many luxuries, Marianna remains grounded and humble, always aware of the responsibilities that come with her immense wealth and power.

She has an alchemist laboratory hidden deep within her home, where she spends countless hours experimenting with new potions and elixirs. Her knowledge of magical substances is unmatched, and she often uses her expertise to create new spells and enchantments for friends and allies.

Jasper

Jasper is a powerful and respected vampire, known for his wisdom and diplomacy. He has held numerous positions of authority within the vampire community, always striving to maintain peace and stability. He is deeply concerned about the balance between the supernatural and human worlds.

Jasper possesses an air of regal elegance, which is amplified by his ageless beauty. He is fluent in several languages and has a vast knowledge of history, politics, and culture. He is often sought after for advice by both vampires and humans alike.

Jasper is committed to promoting tolerance and understanding between the various supernatural races. He frequently hosts gatherings at his luxurious estate, where representatives from different factions can come together to discuss issues of mutual concern. Despite his age and experience, Jasper remains open-minded and adaptable, always willing to learn from others.

Jasper lives in castle along with his male lovers, all of whom are also vampires. The castle is situated on a hill overlooking a small village, and its towers and turrets are adorned with stained glass windows that cast a kaleidoscope of colors throughout the castle's interior.

Jasper is an avid collector of art and rare books, which fill the castle's numerous rooms and corridors. He has a particular fondness for ancient manuscripts and illuminated texts, which he studies extensively in his private library. Despite his passion for knowledge, Jasper is also known for his love of music and dance, often hosting extravagant balls in the castle's grand ballroom.

Jasper is a talented musician himself, playing the violin with a virtuosity that rivals even the most accomplished human performers. He also has a secret garden on the castle grounds, where he spends hours lost in thought or composing new melodies. Despite his many responsibilities, Jasper remains dedicated to the pursuit of beauty and creativity, both in his own life and in the world around him.

Ember

Ember is a vampire from Italy, known for her beauty and charm. She's been living for centuries, and her life is filled with intrigue and danger. Despite her immortality, she's haunted by memories of her human life and the love she lost.

Ember was a nurse, caring for the sick and injured during World War II. She met a handsome soldier named Lorenzo, who captured her heart. They fell deeply in love, but their happiness was short-lived. Lorenzo was killed in action, and Ember's grief turned her into a vampire.

Now, Ember wanders the world, searching for meaning in her immortal existence. She avoids other vampires, preferring the company of humans whom she can control without resorting to violence. Ember's beauty and allure make it easy for her to blend in with society, but she remains an outsider, always looking in.

She became a chef for humans in the late 1980s, opening a restaurant called "Blood and Roses." The menu features dishes with a twist, incorporating ingredients like garlic and sunlight into the recipes. Her culinary skills are matched only by her ability to manipulate people with her words and actions. Despite her best efforts, Ember can't escape the loneliness that comes with her immortality.

She currently lives in a renaissance era mansion that was in her family for generations, located in the heart of Florence. The mansion is filled with priceless art and antiques, but it's also a prison for Ember. She longs to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the touch of a loved one. Her existence is a constant reminder of the love she lost and the life she can never have again.

[bbdoll-crossing]

[bbdoll]

caretakers of the kingdom

[lemonypixels]

Cottontail Cottage

This one bedroom cottage boasts a beautiful riverfront view and stunning original features. It has not one but three fireplaces, including one in the bedroom, a fenced in garden, and a small yard to keep animals. 

Price: $68,189

Lot Size: 30x20

1 Bedroom, 1 Bathroom

Fully Furnished

CC Free

Play Tested

Move Objects on!!

Love how this turned out, almost more than the last one tbh. As with most of my builds, I know it says it uses a ton of packs but most are only like one item so don’t be too put off if you don’t own a lot of them, this house mostly just needs Cottage Living, Cats and Dogs, and Get Together to look right, most of the other items are deco and can be pretty easily replaced. Hope you guys like it!

Please do not reupload or claim as your own and please tag me or use #lemonypixels if you use it so I can see!!

Origin ID: vulpeculai Tray Files: SFS or Dropbox *no adfly

Something you want to see in/as a future build? Submit it here!

[anch-vaviel]

🧸Codes🧸

🐤Cuddly Duckling: 5940-7460-2739

🐻Bear Cardigan: 0776-5334-3632

🐇Cottontail Sweater: 5940-7460-2739

🍄Beige Cardigan: 3554-0026-8591

🌿Cottage Overalls: 3423-6331-3106

☕Vanilla Latte: Unknown creator and code

🍂Brown Check: 1965-8509-5688

🐌After The Rain: 4485-9060-4826

🐰Bunny Dress Brown: 2574-2834-6040

[desertdollranch]

I found this Calico Critters Starter Home at Goodwill recently, which was perfect because my Cottontail Rabbit family desperately needed a place to live! My sister gifted the parents and older sibling to me on my most recent birthday, and I was eager to get them settled into a home of their own. I was planning to just go ahead and make one myself, but this was even better than what I could have built. 

No furniture or accessories came with it, and the top floor and room divider were also missing. So I used foam board, mini wooden sticks, beads, fabric scraps, and hot glue to make all the furniture and some of the accessories. The dishes, kitchen sink, pan on the stove, and pink lamp are the only things I didn’t make. 

Cottontail Cottage is on a shelf right next door to Casa Conejo, where the Sweetpea and Hopscotch families live. Next on my home renovation list will be the Luxury Townhouse, which will be turned into Chateau Chipmunk for another Critter family.