#several chapters

[rubberducki20]

Context

Overview:

The world has made demi humans slaves and a working class. Normal rabbits for dog races have turned to rabbit men with huge vicious dogs chasing them. The upper human classes buy dog and cat demi humans as pets and objects to just look at.

Character Overviews:

Enyo: 24 ur old rabbit man that's recently escaped from the dog races, he's all over the news for him killing a few of the handlers, not trusting of humans, 6 ft, blue eyes, scar across nose, black hair and rabbit ears

Opal: 22 ur old human woman, lives in the woods secluded from society due to hating the enslavement of demi humans, 5'2 ft/in, brown eyes

Authors note:

Heyoo, I love you guys! I know I don't have a lot of followers or readers but idc! I enjoy writing and hopefully I find a little pocket of folks that like my writing too. ♡

Opals POV

I woke up to pressure on my chest and a hand over my mouth, whoever was on top of me was huge, I could barely make his features out. A note of blue and red lights dancing in my window, gave me the shivers. "You speak, scream, or whatever, I'll fucking kill you." A husky voice brings me back to the hulking man. As he leaned closer I took notice of the sleek rabbit ears that adorned his head.

I nodded slowly as the cop lights cut off and we could hear the car leave. The man gets off of me and looks out the window. "Now tell me why I shouldn't kill you?" He turns as I switch my night stand lamp on. He was huge, had to be over 5'7, fuck I had to look all the way up to look him in the eyes. "Maybe cause I hate the government? Cause I'm not gonna call the cops on you? Why are the cops after you exactly?" I quirk.

"Don't worry about that, pipsquek." He huffs. I roll my eyes and get up to go to the kitchen.

Enyos POV

I had to give it to the human, she wasn't scared at all, or I couldn't tell at least. I followed her to the kitchen, "Want some tea? Look I don't care if you stay here till it's safe for you to leave if you choose to." She clipped while pouring some water into a pot to heat.

I squint at her, "what's the catch? You humans always have a catch.". She laughs as she pours the now hot water into 2 cups, she slides a cup towards me, "let it steep for a few. It's lavender and chamomile. It'll help us sleep. There's no catch, I don't need anything from you. If you want to, you can check every room in this house to make sure it's safe."

She finished her cup and headed to her room, "Purple door is your room."

I checked and searched through every room before going back to the cup of tea. I swallow it in one gulp, it was good. Surprisingly. I stalked to my now room, this human was definitely different. I'll learn more tomorrow

Morning

My ears twitched, listening for threats, but all that was around was the sound of a shower going. I drag myself to the living room, even though my body wanted to stay in bed. I scanned the living room once more, the photos on the walls peaked my interest a lot. It showed pipsquek with a demihuman wolf man, and a human woman. "Oh your awake." The human walks up to my side, "that's my mom and step dad. They were executed a few years ago, hence why I stay all the way out here. I can't stand how humans treat demi humans." I could see the tears threatening her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

I gunt at her, so maybe she isn't that bad? "I'll stay for now, keep you company I guess" I sensed the surprise that radiated off her.

"Um. You got any clothes I can borrow? I don't think you want me in any stank clothes." I watched her, she was nice to watch in her own environment.

She slides a plate full of eggs and sausage, I think I might like it here.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[dunmeshistash]

do u.... have a collection of half-foot hearing stuff... even just little moments withing the manga like when they cover their ears or when they push them forward (i.e. chil covering his ears for izutsumis eating sounds and half-foot marcille pushing forward her ears to hear the gargoyles)? im doing some headcanons for em :D also i wanna be 100% sure that nothing i say contradicts anything AHEHFFAHHAH thanks so much !!!

There's this extra about ears

I can't really remember which parts they use their hands on their ears cause I never paid attention to it, I can put the ones you mentioned here plus the ones where I remember hearing was relevant.

Chilchuck hearing the mermaids

Marcille Hearing the Gargoyles

Chilchuck covering his ears cause of the eating (I didn't even notice he did that)

Another interesting thing is that is not only their hearing that's above average, Chilchuck can feel changes in the air current

[newttxt]

sanji’s big “this might as well happen” moment 😅

from ch 5 of utilities included

masterpost

[heliocharis]

Affirmations

[carpetbug]

having a wee bit of a style crisis so enjoy some little feline blue doodles while I try to get my shit together <3

[ghost-proofbaby]

people who fully write fics before posting them scare me. like what do you mean you don’t post a chapter right after you finish it to get that lil serotonin boost when you get the slightest bit of validation via likes/kudos/reblogs/comments.

[pencilmint]

*Increasingly desperate* Fem Itafushi save me fem Itafushi save me fem Itafushi save me fem Itafushi sAVE ME

Original textpost under the cut!

[bbutterflies]

I spend a lot of time thinking about what it would take to break adrien. what would it take to make him aggressive. to take someone who’s already been to hell and back, who tries so hard to be good and be kind and be patient and just shut up and deal with it. what’s his breaking point. and, honestly, if he’s scared what does he know to do? he knows to hide but what happens when there’s nowhere to hide? what happens when he’s trapped?

chat blanc, of course. it’s adrien and “I’m not a violent dog. I don’t know why I bite.” destroying the whole world out of self defense because he doesn’t know how else to keep himself safe. you see him before he’s akumatized, and right after, absolutely petrified with nowhere to run. so what does he do? he bites.

I feel like his instinct is so often to turn inwards, but if you take all his choices away – nowhere to run and nowhere to hide – he bites. of course he does. what does gabriel do when he’s angry? what does chloe do when she’s angry? what does felix do when he’s angry? (and, if we assume adrien isn’t such a reliable narrator about his mother, what did emilie do?)

he doesn’t know anything else. if you trap a scared dog, even if he’s a good dog, he’s going to bite.

and no wonder gabriel tried so hard to keep him on a leash. gabriel was literally keeping him in a muzzle. all the time. constantly. putting him in his crate. constantly. never socializing him. never letting him run around in the sun. a performance dog, all the time, and locked away at home like he can’t be trusted. (all this doubly so if you subscribe to senti-adrien)

and if you treat a good dog like a violent dog, he’s going to bite.

if you convince a good dog he’s a violent dog, if you convince him he can’t be let loose without doing harm to the people he loves, he’s going to be terrified he’s going to bite. he’ll do everything he can to be good and be kind and be patient and just shut up and deal with it. but all he knows how to do is to bite.

he’s not a violent dog. he doesn’t know why he bites. he doesn’t know that he doesn’t HAVE to bite. he doesn’t know anything else.

[shinynewmemories]

All the final lines of each part of every Hunger Games book

THG: 

Part I:

“Because . . . because . . . she came here with me.”

Part II:

Before I can stop myself, I call out Peeta’s name.

Part III:

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

CF:

Part I:

It’s my mockingjay.

Part II:

This is no place for a girl on fire.

Part III:

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”

MJ:

Part I:

And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

Part II:

That I’m of more use to her dead than alive.

Part III:

I tell him, “Real.”

[cheesycatz]

celebrating my birthday a month late the right way

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Horse Meshi. Delicious, in Horse.

[gadgetini]

i got around to reading @mean-scarlet-deceiver ‘s “Small World” (with moonie holding my hand the whole time) Im hurt. Im hurting.

[fictionadventurer]

The way that Coryo makes my stomach heave so many times in the first chapter alone.

The way that his Reaping Day experience involves his cousin working herself to the bone for him while Katniss spent hers providing for her family and sacrificing for her sister.

The way he thinks of his ill grandmother mostly as an embarrassment and spends more time worrying about how she affects their image than about her well-being.

The way he's literally starving and still obsesses over image and prestige and social position so that living in a crumbling penthouse is seen as preferable to a (gasp) lower-class existence.

The way every single social interaction is transactional and is calculated to maintain or improve his status.

The way he hears that Sejanus has to mentor a former friend and his only response is to sneer that Sejanus still thinks of himself as District.

The way that the first chapter of The Hunger Games ends with the announcement of Prim's name and the first chapter here ends with, "The District 12 girl belongs to Coriolanus Snow."

[lithuea]

Heart Rate

[llamagoddessofficial]

BOO

You're sick, and you have the audacity to miss a day of work. The sirens have very different reactions to your absence.