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foodsies4me · 20 days

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Writing procrastination game

Thanks for tagging me @myulalie!

1. What’s the name of one of your Wips?

Under covers, stars and circles (Shadowhunters, Malec) - that said, the name might change.

2. Describe a Wip in the format of __+__=__

time travel + soulmates = Meet me in the future, love me in the past (Shadowhunters, Malec).

3. What tags/warnings will one of your Wips need if you share it?

Graphic depictions of violence, Magnus can bear runes, Pretend! shadowhunter Magnus, Undercover!Alec, Undercover!Magnus, (Shadowhunters, Malec)

4. Alternative title to a Wip?

AWG2 (Shadowhunters, Malec) for The Past Bleeds Golden, that's still what I refer to it as.

I don't know what to title this (Shadowhunters, Malec) is the title for one of the dragon fics.

5. Which Wip are you most likely to update/finish next?

Update: Apollo! While I only updated it yesterday, the Alec POV for the next chapter is very insistent to be written.

Most likely to finish first: Given the length of the other WIPS, I think the most likely fic for me to finish next would be the "trainee outing" FTH fic as I' making some pretty decent progress on that fic.

6. What is one of your Wip’s document title, not its name but what you have it saved as?

Birb and kitty (Shadowhunters, Malec - yes this is how I have saved Apollo as).

7. Post any sentence from your Wip?

"She made me drink something."

As usual, yes it's from a Shadowhunters fic.

8. A scrapped idea from your wip?

Hmmm, a scrapped idea from Apollo would be Alec being spelled by Ragnor to stop him from speaking about the Mortal Cup's true whereabouts. I initially was planned to write that it because him and Magnus letting Alec just leave with that information didn't sound logical to me, but Magnus just wouldn't let that happen no matter how I tried to twist or turn it.

9. What’s a story you’d love to write but have yet to start?

There are so many. I really would love to start on my Alexander is a Pole Dance Teacher fic! I have written down the rough summary for it and it should go by quickly enough given it's just supposed to be a quick, short fic of Alec trying something new with his siblings every month only for the pole dancing to stick. It's just a fun, Malec falling for the other without knowing the other is a warlock/shadowhunter at first fic, that I really should get around to writing. But, too many bunnies and too little time.

10. How many Wips are you actively working on?

So many. If we're solely focusing on the ones I have already posted on AO3 then the answer is 7, if we include the ones I'm working on by myself on my computer the answer is probably around 20.

11. Is there a scene you’re struggling to write right now?

Yes! I’m completely stuck on the next chapter of Walk Figh Fashion Baby because no matter what costume I come up with, it somehow just doesn't feel like a costume Jace would come up with.

Another one is the second chapter of Of Hiding and Waiting which I don't think is a fic many people have read (thankfully) because Cat's chapter is fighting me and has been for two years now.

12. Not a question but a second kudos!

Tagging without any pressure: @to-the-stars-writing, @echo-bleu, @miss-mouse, @faejilly and @lawsofchaos1 and anyone else who wants to participate!

#foodsies rambles #ask game #yes I am still working on fics I haven't updated in two years #I wasn't kidding when I said I had no abandoned fics #just bunnies who don't really understand the concept of hibernation

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 9 months

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💤☁️Sleepy Boiz☁️💤

#[**tucks each one of them in and kisses all of their foreheads goodnight**]#Sammy's orange bunny is the freaking cutest thing ever #and John honey... pls let me get you a neck pillow love. Your C1-C7s will thank you cuz right not it ain't it babe #Fred's yawn is stinkin' adorable #and Lee's couch nap in his sleeveless puffer vest looks like he'll be out for hibernation #love how Wes' cat has more covers than he does. Kitty needs it. And more backside for us to enjoy😉#Fred Durst #DJ Lethal #Sam Rivers #John Otto #Wes Borland #Limp Bizkit #nu metal #down the rabbit hole

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purplepixel · 18 days

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Thinking about my dragon bunny buddy up in the mountains :}

AWWWW. Me yesterday!!

BUT TODAY IM HOME!! HURRAH. My current state as I try to recover from travelling around for half the month

Wishing you an amazing day, curly! :]

#i actually cant believe how much ive travelled in such a short amount of time #note to self: avoid putting trips back to back #tbh i didnt have much of a choice it just happened that way #but omg this dragon bunny is TIRED #socially mentally physically TIRED #legit wish hibernation was a thing for me #i have done no work today and im trying to keep it that way #this doodle doesnt count shhh #resting so i can get back to the grind #pixel replies

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marchharedraws · 10 months

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Out Of Hibernation

She's out of hibernation now...

#jackie #rabbit #bunny #hare #oc #furry #anthro #female #hibernation

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pizzadatez · 11 months

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I THINK. I'VE FINALLY STARTED FIGURING OUT a proper self insert to pair with hutz...they're very prone to change but heres a few doodles i made while trying to explore the ideas i have rn!

just a broke attorney trying to scam his equally broke intern / marketer / general designer / janitor / "throw them around and see what happens because she can't find work anywhere else" employee <3 their relationship gets better with time don't worry. once i better solidify their Lore i'll probably post a lil info dump next time i draw something! :D

#self ship #self ship community #self shipping #oc x canon #fictional other #━━━━━━━#| ☁️ posts #| ✉️ drawings #| 👔 lionel hutz #| 🐇 simpsons s/i ♡ hutz #━━━‌━━━━#i did it!!!! i drew multiple things in the span of a day ish for the first time in a month!!!! IM WAKING UP FROM MY ART HIBERNATION #also fun fact! they're the twin sibling of my other simpsons s/i. who is also called rory masterson. two rory mastersons #(can you tell their parents didn't plan for twins)#my other simpsons s/i has a little bunny ear ahoge that i wanted to incorporate into this s/i design somehow but.#I COULDNT MAKE IT LOOK GOOD without giving him the exact same ahoge! :(#i'm sure i'll figure something out eventually her design has been changing every time i draw him anyways #but yeah. they have terrible taste in men #still struggling to draw hutz for some reason i am terrible at making him Wide. He's so wide #I LOVE HIM FOR IT! i'm just not great at drawing it

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hyenabrainedpup · 6 months

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Men when they are so sleepy

#i want to hibernate #winter has killed my sex drive and my existance drive lol #im just a sleepy lil bunny let me hibernate in your bed pretty please

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freefolkfightorflight · 2 years

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Testing

#123 #winter chubby bunny in hibernation til schools out

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gravity-rainbow · 2 years

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Daily bunny no.1895 wishes they could hibernate by Will Quinn

#will quinn #daily bunny #hibernate #has all my spirit animals except godzilla

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futurewife · 2 years

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pls get warmer we are 1 month into spring and i have to transition to my summer gothabilly rockabilly l.ana del rey 50s bad girl little denim shorts wardrobe

#my Hell Bunny clothes are hibernating

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reallyromealone · 20 days

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can you please do Asmodeus and Belphegor x bunny boy reader?

Title: bunny

Fandom: obey me

Parings: Belphegor x reader and Asmodeus x reader

Warnings: male reader, fluff, hybrid, reader is gremlin

Notes: not entirely sure if you wanted it poly or seperate so we are going separate! Also I'm aware rabbits don't hibernate, this is fanfiction and I will write whatever nonsense I need to write

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

🐮Belphegor 🐮

(Name) Sighed as he snuggled into his boyfriends chest, the two cuddling in Belphegors room as the demon played with his cotton tail, (name) completely K.Oed after having full energy sprints around the yard, basically passed out.

"I ran so much today" (name) mumbled as he snuggled his face by Belphegors armpit "ten laps around the courtyard" Belphegor commented as he kissed the others forehead "can we get food later?" (Name) Yawned as he slowly drifted off, the warmth of his boyfriend and the blankets practically forcing him to succumb to sleep.

"After our nap"

🦂ASMODEUS 🦂

"Kiss kiss" Asmodeus mumbled as he pulled (name)s attention with a gentle grab of his chin and kissed him, (name)s tail wiggling excitedly as he wrapped his arms around Asmodeus' neck, having been seated in the kitchen "flowers?" (Name) Mumbled confused as Asmodeus held a bouquet "ah yes! A fan got them for me" he said sweetly as (name) sniffed them before taking a chomp from one "(name)!" Asmodeus looked horrified at (name) who chewed the flower happily "delicious!" He said genuinely as he went to chomp again but the lust demon pulled them away "you crazy bunny!" Asmodeus laughed as (name) smacked his hand angrily on the counter that he was stopped.

"Come, we can get you some salad, my love"

#obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #asmodeus x male reader #asmodeus x reader #belphegor x male reader #obey me belphegor #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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the-whispers-of-death · 24 days

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Can you do Bear hybrid ghost x Bunny hybrid reader headcanons? I feel like that would be cute

Since it's headcanons, this is going to be bullet-point style. Let's do this!

You have scary dog privileges, 100%. Other hybrids thinks you're an easy target, seeing how your ears and puffy tail twitch to showcase every single emotion you are, but when they get near you... Ghost shows up behind you, staring them down, and no one wants to get between a bear hybrid and his mate.

He sometimes forgets you're vegetarian, due to your bunny hybrid nature, and he'll bring you some fish that he hunted especially for you. Only to then realize you don't eat fish. It's still cute though, so you sit with him while he eats two fish, one that he had caught for himself and the one he had caught for you.

Ghost loves playing with your bunny ears, he's so gentle with them. He cup them gently with one paw as he runs his other paw over your bunny ears gently.

When you're both in a silly mood, you two end up in a giggling fit over both of you wiggling your short, nubby tails as if trying to compete with who can wiggle their tail the fastest. It's a testament to how much he lets his guard down around you.

He marks the trees bordering your house, signaling to other bears or bear hybrids that he lives there.

While you are a bunny hybrid, you're not completely defenseless. You're said to be one of the more violent bunny hybrids, your fight instinct kicking in more than your flight instinct. Ghost stepped in before you would've rabbit-kicked a tiger hybrid once.

Winter is a bitch for you. Ghost hibernates and you, you have to continue to find your food in the snow because bunnies don't hibernate. Don't tell him this, because he would tease you if he knew, but you burrow yourself beneath him during the nights because he's just so much more warmer than you are.

Ghost hates the implication of him cheating on you just because male bear hybrids typically don't stay with a mate long. He'd die before leaving you. (Though if you are poly, he wouldn't mind. He understands that both bear and bunny hybrids aren't species that mate for life. He just wouldn't cheat, aka not tell you about a partner if that's your dynamic.)

Both of your hybrid species like to rub faces together as a way to show affection, so you two are often seen rubbing cheeks together. He reaches wherever he can on you and rubs his head against that body part and you do it too.

Ghost once went toe to toe with another bear hybrid because they looked at you. He charged right at them, not wasting a single second. He was fighting them like his place as your mate wasn't secure (it was and is). He won, by a long shot.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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comfortless · 3 months

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for your consideration, dearest syl: hybrid Flemish giant rabbit!König 🐇💭

flemish giant rabbit hybrid! König x fem, coyote hybrid! reader

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. hybrids: König is (mostly) human! he just has bunny ears and a cute lil tail & the same goes for reader!, kind of dark- mentions of what is essentially cannibalism, violence, scent & breeding kink, dubious consent to everything. please heed the warnings!

hello lil wisp! sorry!! this veered off a bit from what i usually write. there is still some fluff and sweetness here if you squint real hard…

Winter is setting in.

You could feel it on your bare skin, the chill that sweeps past the trees like breath from a ghoul’s rotting throat: something dead and wretched, so cold it steals your breath and halts the blood in your veins. If you weren’t careful, staying ahead of yourself and the rest of the things lurking in the woods, that ivory death would creep up, grab you by the neck and drown you out in the snow.

With the season comes the need to feed. You don’t have the luxury of hibernation settled into the primitive roots of your brain. While everyone else tucks themselves into dens carved out from mountains or beneath the earth, settled in with the roots of vast trees, you’re still left in smothering snow, heavy as the weight of the hunger.

You were born for this, the hunt: to feel your fingernails dig into the fallen leaves and forest debris, curl in carving your name into the earth, bite and rip and tear. “Little coyote,” the birds would call, seated up on tree limbs so, so far above that the sunlight would burn your eyes if you dare to look at them, “let us watch.”

You always put on the show, always stage the fight with grace. A lost, blubbering sheep one day; the wool ‘round her ears dried your throat, her mournful bleating only died down when your teeth found her throat. The canopy above echoed your pride, they were always grateful to have something to scavenge later, whether it be finger or eye or ear; your hunger wasn’t the only that raged out here in the forest.

This winter would have to be your last alone. You could feel the way a life of roaming without pack or anything to settle with had eaten away at not just your body, but that little illusion of a soul somewhere tucked a long way down inside of you.

It would be a simple one, too— drag some creature to your den to keep your flesh warmed and your stomach full, survive this loathsome season and flourish with the spring. When the leaves returned and the lakes thawed, you could settle into some foreign pack. Flash your neck, hide your teeth and hope they wouldn’t rip you apart as you have so many others.

You think to yourself that a deer would do, some meek little doe that would bat her eyelashes and plead that you only wait the winter out with her, curling against you to keep you warm as you keep her safe until finally…

You didn’t like to think about it too much.

As much as the chase and the thrill had a hold on you, thinking about the loss of life, the ghosts that cling to your shoulders and wail, waiting for your turn to join them was far different. You couldn’t fight your nature, but you knew well enough you could never entirely swallow down the guilt that came with it, either.

There was a pain in your legs as you walked, exhaustion that would go unsatisfied until your plan had been laid out proper. It begins to feel dismal when you realize you have not seen another creature in miles, no prints, either. The only thing that brings you any companionship are the first flakes of snow, sifting down from far above, the great bone white and gray of an falsified sea.

You crouch and wait, curling your arms around your midsection as you shiver. Time passes, but you can’t be certain of just how much… mere seconds, maybe hours. The sky gives nothing away.

Now, there’s a rabbit.

You catch the scent of it on the breeze, musky and floral. Poor thing has probably only basked beneath evergreens, lived in sprawling gardens its entire life, kissed the sun and held flaking petals in its hands. So very unlike you who only knows the shade, the blood, and the hunt.

Your charge is determined, the soles of your feet torn and bloodied from angry thorns springing up from the crushed leaves on the cold soil; teeth bared as you hurtle through the brush of dying plant life. Its so close, so terribly close you can already feel the way your teeth will rend its flesh, feel saliva pooling up on the back of your tongue.

Reaching the forest’s edge you spot… him.

The rabbit is huge, stood in the midst of the deadened field with his back turned to you. The tall, decaying grass just barely brushes against the backs of his knees, low hanging fog veiling his face. If not for the puffy, fawn-colored tail situated just past the expanse of the pale, toned back, you would have assumed you were faced with some sort of bear.

This is not your usual prey.

No matter the sharpness of your claws or the ferocity of your bite, you know well enough that someone like this could never be brought down by yourself alone. It’s too risky, even as your belly aches and you itch to be back in the warmth of your den, surrounded by the pelts of the four-legged imitations and the fire roaring in its pit…

Rabbits were simple, at least. You press your face against them and cuddle, whisper sweet things in their ears and they melt, begging to be swallowed whole without any idea that you’ve only ever meant it literally.

You approach him with cautious, gentle steps, allowing your body language to remain open and friendly as you present him with the view of you bare, claws turned inward into your own palms and teeth hidden away by soft, warm lips. Your ears lie back to rest against your head, tail tucked between your thighs: all a display of utter submission, and a trickery that has worked time and time again.

“It’s getting cold..,” you murmur, voice low and as pitiful as it can get. “Will you keep me warm?”

Your rabbit cocks his head at you, one flopped ear lifting in curiosity. And he doesn’t move, doesn’t startle… The poor, stupid thing remains in place as his stare drinks you in, almost adoringly as you pad right up to him. There’s no hope of your faces being level, you merely use that to your advantage, putting on a cute pout and placing your palms flat against his bare chest.

“Ja,” he murmurs, gently coaxing your chin up to look him properly in the eye. Cute prey was easy, but never… never in your life had you found your prey to be handsome. Even with those silly ears bouncing with each cloudy puff of breath he takes, his face is still something of a myth. The old humans would have made statues in his honor from his build alone, but that face would have given him the look of a warrior of myth— brutish, yet charming with the wide grin he gives you when you meet the sea holly color of his irises. “Come here.”

He lifts you into his arms with ease and your shivering immediately ceases, he’s warm like the summer sun.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers into one of your triangular ears, causing it to involuntarily flick from the rush of his breath and press tighter to your skull.

Your intent was to take him to your own den, but as he begins to move it winds up being the opposite; there are mountains, an ice covered stream all laid out before you as he huffs more sweet words in a foreign tongue against your temple. It takes some time to understand that what you had intended to do and what he intends are entirely different. The mouth of a vast cave comes into view right as he dips his head, huffs several breaths against you, panting like a dog.

You’re only dropped when he kneels down to enter the den— his, ripe with the scent of sweat and musk and something floral. The rabbit has supplies stowed away for the winter, an array of preserved food, ample pelts likely stolen away from some other poor creature. He has weapons scattered about, stolen away from what remained of the old humans and their buildings, some sharper and more deadly than even the claws that crest the peeks of your hands. Your heart only plummets… you’re not in the presence of some stupid bunny, but a behemoth.

You begin your protests in a hiss, only to have your lips met with dried fruit, something sweet and red laid out on your tongue that tastes of sugar. He pulls you up and over his lap as he fits you both into the bed of animal skins and feeds you by gently guiding the food to your lips. The only think still spitting and crackling is a fire pit at the center as you allow yourself to somewhat settle.

The rabbit man only hums his contentment against your throat as your back presses to the expanse of chest behind you, and his hands trail away from your mouth, down further until they’re spreading your legs for him. Your pulse races as your eyes map the daggers across the floor down to the fur he’s seated you with him upon.

There’s only a hiss of breath that leaves your lips when his already leaking cock does press against the heat of your core. You don’t fuck prey— that would only spoil it, and you suppose that you are satisfied in knowing that he has no intention of harming you, only filling you with his seed, perhaps even his kits…

As his tip snags at your entrance, he purrs finding you already wet, bared open for him with his hand still steadying your thigh.

“Coyotes mate for life, hm?,” he rasps against the back of your neck, his own thigh trembling with the sheer excitement of the prospect of breeding you, tethering you to him for not only the rest of this winter.

You can hardly bite back the moan as he pushes through your folds again, nudging your bud as he spreads your arousal over the girth of him.

“Answer,” he commands in a sharp whisper, using his free hand to guide your chin up again. And you do, only in a weak nod.

He stuffs you full then, leaves you a panting heap as he repositions you onto your knees and covers you in himself. The furs smell of him, not the animals they’ve come from. Just the scent of lonely nights and a bitter, masculine stench that you whine and whimper into; all while he grunts his approval and praises about your tightness, your warmth, how you look somehow prettier now, capsized in his bed. Even has the audacity to whisper how long he’s watched you dart through the forest and waited for you to come to him as you sink your claws into hay and fur to steady yourself from the punishing pace he sets.

He only seems more fervent and adoring when he brings you to a rapturous bliss, keening whines and and tight praises pulled free from your throat as your cunt drools around him.

“You want kits?,” he purrs behind you, around you, everywhere as his voice lowers to an almost growl with each word spoken. In your trembling state, addled by sheer bliss as his cock soars into you to grind against your deepest places, you’ve barely the mind to refuse him anything. You merely mumble into the fur, something akin to a yes that has him grasping at your hips as though you’re his last tether to life itself.

When he’s finished, your stomach full of fruit and cunt full of him, he whispers into your ear about how the old humans believed in fate. His hands trail over your back, your waist, every curve only to rise and cup your cheek. His ears raise when he kisses you then, tender, as if trying to push his faith that you belong here right past your teeth.

#könig x reader #tw: dubcon

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