Milktea loves the bird nest i bought for her hehe

I always think it's so so interesting that in the areas of the creel home where Henry finds spiders, there is no rose imagery. Like in the bathroom and the attic, there is intentionally no sort of rosey wallpaper that we see all over the place. In the dining room, it's a bit of a stretch, but I suppose Henry was the "spider" in that scene which is why the wallpaper is plain orange. Almost like the roses are meant to represent "rose colored glasses" in a sense. Like the wallpaper hides the spiders behind the walls. It makes me think of Alice's line about how it's all like a fairy tale. Also, brings to mind the references to the creel home in the wheeler home, including the rose wallpaper + urn/fake urns.

But also not only that but the trend of wheeler women wearing rose patterns as to imply that they're not being honest about themselves. Nancy wore a rose design in the first wheeler family photo, and even though she wasn't wearing the same shirt when Jonathan snapped that pic of her when she was taking it off in Steve's bedroom, his comment about how she was "being herself" is interesting (also Nancy just wears a lot of pink-white-blue in s1+s2).

(which honestly I think my interpretation holds weight when you consider how the writers took a risk of possibly making Jonathan out to be a creep just to get this point across. And it always seemed like a pretty strange line to me at least).

Especially, again, a person faking in ST is often conveyed through clothing, as with Argyle's comment on Mike's clothing at the airport.

And also I love Rose Robin so much because Steve's line about how Robin just needs to be herself, and how she was too uncomfortable in her "Rose Weaver" outfit? Because it just wasn't her? And Virginia in her white-pink gown when she sees the spiders in the bathtub and just simply runs away and hugs Victor- "rose colored glasses" (which honestly I could write so much about how victor is associated with the spiders + the grandfather clock but not in a way that condemns Victor himself but instead it's an image that being unfairly projected onto him- which honestly makes me feel even more sad for his character).

Honestly given Holly is fully submerged in this symbolism also in s4 - despite only being six- I could bring in (back on my bullshit again) Ted's relationship with his children and how that seems to be intertwined with this.

OC Incubators: TTRPG Design for Making Cool Little Guys

I've been thinking a lot about why some people like to play Certain Games and how that intersects with action figure style play and the desire to make your own little blorbos.

What is it about Certain Games (which will not be named so I don't go down a rabbit-hole of breaking apart that game's design lmao) that really gets people's sitting down and just making a whole bunch of cool OCs? You know, your zany wizards, sexy demony bards, and all of that.

So, I've talked a lot about this with some people (shoutout to @temporalhiccup), and I'm not the only person to be thinking on similar wavelengths (check out this fun read by @sprintingowl), and in those discussions and in that reading, I've put together a few what I think are Key Ingredients for making ttrpg that is also an OC incubator. At least, in the sense of how I would want to do it.

So first, what is an OC Incubator? My definition is basically any sort of semi-sandbox/open ended game where you make your own cool character and then go do cool things. Along the way of doing those cool things, you come up with cool stories and have your OC evolve in even more cool ways. Cool, yeah?

Here are the key ingredients I've identified for the incubator stew (store bought is fine);

Character Options

Character Potential

An Inviting Sandbox

So let's break these down a bit more below;

Character Options

Character options is the most straightforward of the points. You need interesting and fun options - building blocks - for the players to craft their little guys from. Options that are exciting and easily communicate their core identity quickly.

A lot of this is walking a fine balance of providing enough options that making a choice is exciting, but not too many so as to be overwhelming.

But ultimately, these options are there to hit the dollmaker, picrew, character customization screen, itch. It should be fun to make all those decisions.

Aside: I gotta do more stuff with lifepath systems.

Of all the main ingredients to our incubator, character options are probably the easiest to come up.

Character Potential

This is where things start to get a little more complicated. Potential is all about aspiration. It's less about being able to get to that point, but more about "oh wow, look at all these extra things my cool OC could do".

These options are something to look forward to, something to think about. Neat cool extra doodads for making your cool little oc even cooler and expand on your cool little oc's story like milestones and growth.

In a lot of ways, these sorts of options are just an iteration of the initial character options you use when making your character. These are probably going to expand on core elements of the character options (class or playbook abilities, etc).

Again, the key point is potential and aspiration. To make you think about the future of the character.

I think, ideally, a game is intrinsically rewarding to play. You play it because its fun, not to get some sort of external reward. Play to play. But it also can be fun to put some carrots on the stick.\

As a treat.

Inviting Sandbox

The setting and premise of the game needs to invite players in. It's the big fancy dollhouse for all your cool toys. There needs to be space to play in it, but also there needs to be something to still play in! Some games are operating at an advantage: with well established settings that have been around for years and/or using a setting that utilizes tropes and ideas that also have been established for years. You know. Elves and stuff.

But! You absolutely do not need a well established setting or play with well established tropes to make an inviting sandbox! The main criteria is that it is inviting. Whatever that means to you, go for it. For me, an inviting setting, one that would make me want to play around in, needs;

Enough foundation to guide the play. What are the major players and assumptions of the settings? Give me the overview and broad strokes first!

Enough space for the table to add to while they play in. If every thing is set in stone, then what are we playing in this sandbox for? You need some sand to sculpt! Put some sand in your sandbox!

I could spend a lot more time talking about settings, sandboxes, and how it all circles back to anti-canon, but that's a story for another post.

Mixing It All Together

So, with those ingredients identified, how do you go about layering them all together? How should they interact with each other? And the easy answer is "I don't know, figure it out."

But also, I don't entirely know. You gotta figure that out for yourself. That's part of the design process. I don't think there's one singular way to "design" around getting people to have fun whipping together some cool OCs and then playing around with them together. In many senses, you can do that in practically any game. But for some of my current projects, I want to try keeping the three ingredients in mind as I write the games (particularly Furry Crime Game), and see what happens. Maybe it'll end up hitting the notes I want it to - crafting a game that makes the players constantly rotate their cool little guys in their mind - maybe it'll end up being something else. I dunno, real Ms. Frizzle hours: Get messy, make mistakes.

Also, as I'm writing this out now, I think a potential fourth ingredient to try mixing into the stew is Player Investment. Time, creativity, emotional. It all feeds into the character and different games expect different levels of investment. Something to probably keep in mind while you hone your game.

I don't know how else to end this, except to say that I'm excited to experiment in this space. Maybe you are too?

So this is something I've been formulating during the past two days. This isn't so much a request, just my rambling, but if it gives you some inspo then go right ahead :)

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Steve/William is f!reader's career counselor. The first time they meet face-to-face, the way she looks and acts piques his interest. He's already planning on offering her the security gig, but purposefully doesn't propose it until a few days later just to toy with her, plus so he can have a reason to get her into his office again ASAP.

She accepts the job because even though the pay and hours aren't ideal, she still needs some money until she can find something long-term. Of course the whole "living animatronics" thing creeps her out, but sometime before she started, William made a point to tell the animatronics "Scare her, but don't kill her." After the first couple of shifts, she gets into a rhythm to tolerate them at least a little. Still a tad creepy, though not as much as that weird golden bunny looking thing in a backroom that she stumbled across one night...

Unbeknownst to her, William has developed an obsession with her. He takes advantage of the fact that he has her phone number to call her sometimes under the guise of wanting to know how the job is going and her home address so he can drive over to her place and watch her from a distance even if only for a few minutes. And yes, he's fantasized about her.

One day, he catches one of her guy friends dropping off groceries he got for her (because with the hours she's working and her now messed-up sleep schedule, who has time to buy food? lol) and this... pisses him off, so to speak. Like gripping the steering wheel levels of pissed off. Fueled by jealousy and possessiveness, next time she's in his office, he starts playing up more of his "dangerous but alluring" demeanour while still maintaining his professionalism to the best of his abilities so as to not set off any alarm bells. He even gambles ruining his entire scheme by covertly smelling her hair while she kneels down to pick something up.

He could've pounced on her right then and there. But no. He wants to draw this out a little while longer.

But when she makes an off-hand comment about looking for additional work during one of their phone calls, his patience immediately runs out. Bunny wants to leave? Like hell she will!

During her next shift, she hears commotion in one of the main areas. Believing it to be an intruder (at this point, she knows the animatronics well enough to not consider them as suspects) and goes to confront whoever it is. Lo and behold, it's that goddamn creepy bunny looking thing. Except it's moving. And laughing creepily at her. Oh shit.

The knife its brandishing in its hand certainly isn't helping matters.

After a brief scuffle, she runs to the storage area to get something better to fight off the lunatic rabbit with, but is suddenly grabbed and held by the neck and slammed against the wall. Its too strong for her to fight off and she's left panicking but still showing signs of defiance. This only seems to egg the rabbit on more as it gets uncomfortably close to her, making more creepy comments in that demonic voice, and even licks her at one point.

Soon enough, the rabbit's head is removed and she sees her career counselor underneath. Now she's even more terrified, and the sinister yet sensual actions escalate. Using the knife to force her face to look back at him, finally getting in close enough to properly smell her hair, slamming her against the wall again just to hear her groan in pain, the list goes on.

"I've waited long enough to get you like this," he says. "We're gonna be here for a long time."

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Whatever happens after this is up to your imagination. Does she escape? Does he eventually kill her or keep her alive for his enjoyment? I dunno. Not sure how to end this. XDDD

Terrifying yet intriguing additional concept: if after he ""has fun"" with her (and who knows how long his idea of a "long time" is) and ends up killing her in the pizzeria, he hopes her ghost/spirit remains like the kids' did so that she can be stuck there as something of a maternal figure to the animatronics. If he can manipulate the kids to forget that he's the one who killed them, who's to say he can't do the same to her?

Okay... so you are a genius.

The whole idea of him withholding the job offer until the last second is absolutely the kind of manipulative thing he would do just so reader feels indebted to him and like he did her a favour. He’s such a hypocrite because when she thanks him, all  he thinks is that she’s clingy and dependent even though he’s the one calling her at least once a week to ‘check in’ and driving to her house just to catch a glimpse of her through the windows. 

As for the animatronics, telling them to scare her is just more manipulation, maybe just so he can give her tips or come to the rescue like some white knight.

He makes sure she’s still coming to appointments under the guise of looking out for her but it’s really all for him. He’s always on the verge of blowing the career counsellor cover because he leaves his hand on her back for too long, watches her lips move as she talks too much, leans in to smell her hair too often. 

And if he feels like there’s a chance he’s going to lose her? Like you said with seeing a guy friend at her house or her looking at other job options. It’s the straw for the camel, honestly. I just love the set up you have of her going to investigate a noise she’s never heard before and being accosted. Of course she fights the rabbit, smashing whatever objects she can grab into its face, pushing as hard as she can, but it only ever deters him for a second, she’s just not strong enough. 

He just revels in removing the head and seeing her eyes blow with realisation that it’s him. And you’re right, the knowledge that it's not some monster pawing at her but a bloke she’s known for weeks is much more terrifying. It’s like all her previous interactions with him replay in her mind now tinted with the creepy realisation that he was fantasising about this the whole time. He’d definitely take her right there, using that knife as motivation to make her a good girl for him. Cooing some abnormally sweet words that don’t match the dingy surroundings or the blade against her skin, “Just like that sweet girl.” Kind of things as his hand in her hair guides her to suck him. 

“You can take it, come on.” As he pushes inside her. I think he’d be ‘nice’ to her in this situation because he knows how scared she is and in a twisted way he wants her to enjoy it, if you get what I mean. 

Now after he’s devoured you, I just can’t decide if he’d kill her or not. Part of me thinks that if she begged for him to let her live he’d kill her, and if she said nothing he’d keep her around. If he let her live she’d be his from now on. Literally no escape, he knows where she lives where she works. He’d go as far as to keep track of any new jobs she applied for and bad mouth her to them, just to keep her where he wants her. 

As for the supernatural part of this, with the spirits, I think if he killed her he’d be banking on her being stuck there. Is that not the most depraved victory? He’s then your last ‘lover’ and your first killer in the same night. You would forever be his, trapped there for him to play with. Also, like if he ever was caught for his crimes her name would always be next to his. 

Anyways sorry for not doing much more with this but to be fair there wasn’t much for me to add! It was already well thought and written. Thanks so much for this xx

Velveteen Rabbit

Out of all the stories you were told as a child, the tale of the Velveteen Lopunny was one that always brought you to tears- a beautiful story of a beloved toy, one that turns grim at the mention of an illness befalling one of its main characters. 

You hated that story.

You hated it so much that you didn’t know how it ended.

You did not care if it made the Velveteen Lopunny real.

It needn’t suffer for such a thing to be accomplished. 

All you knew was that, eventually, the stuffed doll had to be taken away from the child who owned it, to be burned to ashes as to prevent the spread of the plague.

Just thinking about it made your body tremble, in hatred of the cruelties of the world and all its injustices- to subject a faultless being to such a fate, as if punishing them for a crime they did not commit..

It sickened you to your stomach.

So much so that you recall refusing to leave your house the day after you were told that story in daycare. It upset you so much that your teacher had to come over and formally apologize.

But it was not enough. 

She was only the messenger, she could not alter the fate of the Velveteen Lopunny, the fate you wished to change.

Embarrassing as it may be to remember now, you remember your parents humbly requesting for that story to never be repeated.

And little Cheri was such a quiet child, always so behaved, never making too much of a fuss. 

Ideal, compliant, obedient.

Like a little doll. 

Like the little toy from the story.

Accepting of its fate. 

Unquestioning. 

Innocent.

Your parents’ request was honored as a result. 

Anything for little Cheri, who did not ask for too much.

Looking back now, you felt awful for the way you reacted, but you could still feel your heart drop when you think of faux velvet burning to a pile of ashes, never to be held or to be loved again.

Even when you were a young teen, when you pretended to be understanding of the velveteen Lopunny’s fate, tried to argue with yourself that it was for the best- you knew that was not what you wanted deep down, no matter how logical it may be.

And perhaps, it was not just because your heart was soft.

Deep down, maybe you were aware of the horrors you would be subjected to, the role you were forced to play.

And just like the stuffed rabbit, beloved and real, you would be taken away from those who adored you.

You would not be given a quick and easy death, to be discarded into the flames.

Why would that be the case? 

You were special after all.

The narrative’s beloved gift.

The favorite.

The stitches that hold the seams together are slowly cut, one by one, until you unravel like a present and bare your insides for the world to see; the pure white cotton stuffing, almost like snow, spills onto the floor and melts into a puddle.

And you find that your velveteen skin is not velveteen at all, but pretty porcelain not meant to be loved or to be cherished, only to be worshiped as an ornament, away from prying hands. 

Your cotton stuffing slips through your fingers, unlike gentle and soft pieces of cloud, and you find that your cotton stuffing is a liquid that stains your fingers with a deep dark red.

For all your heartbreak and sentimentalities that laid with the beloved toy, you found yourself as nothing more than an accessory for all of eternity, your mere existence to be admired rather than to be loved.

And if you were not meant to be loved, you were not meant to be real.

When you hear of the tale of the Velveteen Lopunny once more, a hushed story whispered to your students, you wished you hadn’t been so upset when the ending is revealed to you, just as the truth had.

You find yourself only regretting that now, as you stare at your blood-stained hands, hands that turned a deathly white.

...

Even if the doll was taken away from the child, to be burned to ashes with the rest of their belongings, its wish had come true and it was reborn.

The same could not be said for pretty porcelain dolls, whose value and existence vanished the sooner that cracks started to show on their perfect forms.

I was imagining someone (maybe Fubuki?) trying to explain the Velveteen Rabbit to Genos, and, unfortunately, given the strange and unforgiving world in which he lives, this adorable children’s story probably comes across as more of a threat… especially because he takes things so, so literally.

Fubuki: anyway, at the end of the story, the stuffed rabbit comes to life—

Genos: you mean it became a monster

Fubuki: well, no… you see, what happened was, the little boy loved his stuffed animal very much

Genos: and as such, he could not accept the painful truth of its monsterization. understandable

Fubuki: —no, the boy loved the rabbit so much that it became real—

Genos, nodding: which is why it should have been preemptively incinerated with the rest of the toys

Fubuki, gathering her coat: so I should probably be going,

Garou: good idea. it’s probably better not to argue with him

Genos, to Garou: I suppose this story is one of your favorites; a bloodthirsty rabbit might be your ideal childhood pet

Garou, also getting his coat: you know what, I’m gonna head out as well

avec toi, je suis bien - ii

Second chapter be upon ye! This might be one of the shortest chapters here, but it establishes a good part of the story I want to tell. I’m trying to use a lot of “show don’t tell”, and, um, it’s really hard :].

Enjoy!

Master Post

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put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat

A rabbit runs past them, squeaking as it flees into the dense forest. A fox passes them not long after. They hide behind a tree as they watch the fox catching the rabbit, hearing its last squeal as the fox takes its prey to its den.

Scar whimpers at the scene, leaning against Cub. It rolls its eyes. Has fae never seen death? It shrugs faer off its shoulder, and Scar reaches for its hand instead. Fae squeezes it, and it pauses at the gesture. It sends faer a raised eyebrow.

“Scary,” fae murmurs.

“We won’t stay here for long, just need to find another mansion,” it tries to reassure. 

Scar frowns. “Will they accept us?”

The Vex grins, walking forward. “Who said we’ll knock?”

Fae stumbles on faer feet as Cub drags the Allay through the forest, the faint sounds of Bone-Walkers and Rotten-Flesh twitching its ears. They’re far away from them, and it sighs in relief, continuing to search for a mansion.

It hasn’t realized how dependent it was on the hive and the Mansion-Users. They were both hungry, and Cub can’t quite remember its diet. It should be instinctive, but the Mansion-Users took such good care of the hive, even if Cub often wishes it could've been with the magickmongers more often than it was permitted to. 

Every time it was reminded of its hunger, its claws would dig harsher on faer skin. Scar would hum a melody in response, calming its senses. It doesn’t know how it’d survive without faer. 

A large mushroom stem stands in their way. They stumble to a stop, Scar poking it while Cub tries to phase through it. It gets stuck halfway, cackling in frustration. Fae trills and tries to stifle a laugh. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh while you can,” it grumbles.

Fae bursts out a laugh, and digs into the mushroom, the volva coming undone easily. Scar places faer hands on its head, whispering to faerself as faer magick crawls on its skin. 

Its magick flares up and Cub phases through the stem, even phasing through faer. It grunts when it lands on the ground, wings fluttering in frustration. It stands up, shakes its head to get rid of the leftover magick, and glares at faer.

Scar looks around, whistling nonchalantly and swinging back and forth. It chortles.

“You think you’re funny.”

Fae shrugs, a grin on full display. “Not my fault your magick isn’t working.”

“It’s working perfectly fine.”

Fae quirked an eyebrow, skeptical. The Vex turns its gaze away.

“Just,” Cub tries to defend, thinking of its words, “it’s temporarily malfunctioning.”

Faer skeptical look doesn’t fade, but drops the subject. Ever since they left the mansion, its magick has become weaker. Cub hopes it’s not its ties to the hive and the mansion that made it weaker, after all, the Allay's magick has been thriving. Dependency isn’t an ideal situation to be in. 

The sun sets as it carries faer up in the trees to hide them from the monsters below. It ignores the ache that has been developing between its wings whenever it uses them and makes sure they won’t fall during the night. 

It doesn’t need to close its eyes, but Scar has been snuggling against it whenever the sun disappears beyond the horizon, scenting Cub in the process more often than not. It figures fae needs some rest, deciding to keep vigilance where the Bone-Walkers could hit them or the Hissers could explode at any moment. 

Scar sits beside it, head on its shoulder, looking at the twinkling sky. Fae yawns and starts humming, faer magick slowly creeping up its coat. This time, the magick doesn’t overwhelm Cub. It envelops them, like a bubble shielding them from the dangers of the Overworld. 

Fae hasn’t done that since they left the mansion. It turns its head to faer, about to ask what’s going on, but fae butts in.

“You’re hungry,” Scar murmurs in the silence of the Wall-Crawlers squeaking.

“Don’t waste your energy on me.”

Fae trills melancholically, burying faer head in the crook of its neck, rubbing faer scent in the process, and wrapping faer arms around its torso, careful to not touch the Vex's wings. 

“‘M not,” fae mutters, the magick becoming stronger.

It creeps up in Cub's stomach, in its lungs, in its wings, like hot water relaxing its muscles. It flutters its eyes close, letting out a sigh of relief. It can feel faer smile against its neck, and chuckles. 

“What did you do?”

“Feed you,” Scar looks up at it.

“I told you I was fine.”

Fae shakes faer head. “You would’ve eaten me eventually.”

Cub stammers, standing up straighter against the bark of the tree. 

“What? ”

“Vexes feed on magick, just like I feed on shards of amethyst,” fae recites.

It blinks. “I could’ve found other kinds of magick—”

Fae shakes faer head again, a whine in the back of faer throat. “Has to be Allay magick. It’s why you want to eat me.”

“I don’t want to eat you.”

Scar blinks at its words. “You,” fae pauses, “you don’t want to eat me?”

“No?”

The magick shifts, aura more powerful than it previously was, Cub's skin crawling at the sensation. Fae beams, almost jumping on faer seat. 

“Oh, thank you!” Fae hugs the living daylights out of it. It groans at the hug, patting awkwardly faer back. 

“There, there,” it says, the magick slowly turning back to the warmth it had before the Allay got excited. 

They stay silent, looking at the sky while Scar slowly closes faer eyes. 

“Can we go to a geode?” fae whispers.

Cub looks at its companion, faer eyes closed from the world, breathing slowing. 

“Yeah, we can.”

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another new toy

I've been planning to get a number of accessories for my new computer. A new monitor, microphone, maybe one of those vr headsets. But after having it for a few weeks, one thing jumped out as needing an upgrade more urgently than anything else - the stock full size keyboard that came with it was just too large and awkward for my little keyboard shelf. I was tempted to go back to the Microsoft Compact Bluetooth keyboard that I was using with the Steam Deck... but I haven't had a "real" computer, like a proper desktop computer in decades, I wanted a "real" keyboard to go with it. Like a proper mechanical keyboard with switches and buttons and such. And so I typed "mechanical keyboard reviews" into a youtube search, blissfully unaware of the rabbit hole I was about to fall down.

If you know then you already know, but it came as a surprise to me that membrane keyboards are so cheap and so easy to mass produce that they've taken over the casual market altogether, forcing mechanical keyboards into the domain of the ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚enthusiast⋆ ˚｡⋆˚

Yes, it seems proper keyboards are a hobby now, not a very cheap one either, and the very last thing I need is another expensive hobby. But every hobby has its more affordable and approachable on ramps, and there are a number of pre-built budget boards occupying this space in world of mechanical keyboards. After watching a few dozen hours of youtube videos and reading a bunch of reviews and tutorials, I eventually settled on the RK84 'limited edition' from Royal Kludge for us$80. Which is like twice what I expected to pay when I in my naive innocence began shopping for keyboards, but I've come to understand that eighty bucks absolutely counts as "budget" in this hobby.

Pricing aside, I really do love my new keyboard. The 75% form factor is ideal, better centering the typing keys and saving a bunch of extra space on my little shelf while maintaining all the functionality of a full size board save only for the number pad. While I do like to use a number pad, I don't mind taking one out when I need it, and the keyboard even has a couple usb ports to easily plug a mouse and separate number pad into, which is super convenient and such an obvious idea that I really have to wonder why all keyboards aren't doubling as USB multi-dongles at this point, with additional usb ports, sd card ports, and so on.

For $10 more than the regular RK84 wireless, the 'limited edition' version has better keycaps, factory-lubed switches, some filler foam in the housing to reduce the hollow sound, an additional layer of sound dampening foam sandwiched between the top plate and the pcb, and a snazzy color scheme, the version I chose combining a black body and mostly black keys with a white top plate that better reflects the swirly rainbow rgb backlighting. The sound is decent, at least to my untrained ear, right out of the box. Which is ideal, as I'd like to avoid the temptation to start modding it.

Because I've gone about as far down this particular rabbit hole as I want to go.

Though I suppose it is tempting to open it up, as some basic tape & band aid mods would be cheap and easy and might improve the sound a bit...

And as much as the pre-lubed yellow linear switches are nice, I did make sure to get a hot-swappable board so it's easy to change them out later if I want to try alternatives, and I do think I might prefer tactile switches for typing...

And the rgb lighting is nice enough that it really is a shame these caps aren't shine though. Yeah, yeah, shine-through is tacky, but Cringe is Dead, and some black top pudding caps might really make the lighting pop. Or maybe a mix of black, white and some accent color to match the color layout that the board came with?

The abyss, it tempts me so...

What a beautiful landscape. Grassy hills, blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds, patches of trees covering bits and pieces of the sprawling plains. It would be ideal for some people but perhaps the Saiyan would find it dull in terms of entertainment. That would change soon as a certain rabbit appeared before him with that sunshine smile of hers and that wild-haired martial artist behind her, both giving Broly a chipper greeting as they began to walk toward him.

However, everything began to change. The green grass began to die, turning a lifeless brown as the blue expanse overhead began to darken like a terrible storm was coming. The forests that littered the scenery withered to gangly twigs and the once beautiful area became desolate. The petite woman halted in her steps with a jolt, her previously gleeful expression morphing in to one of shock as a line of red began to dribble from the corner of her lips. Gazes would trail downward to the sight of a blacked hand with claws like sharp knives protruding from her chest as deep red began to stain her clothing around the wound, flecks of shattered bone and torn flesh clinging to it. Her mouth opened as she reached for the Saiyan for some form of assistance, but he would be rooted to the spot like invisible chains held him.

From behind the woman appeared a strange being.. Pitch black and almost like it couldn’t completely hold a humanoid shape. Its limbs were thin and longer than seemed proportional for its slender body, no noticeable features on the black canvas if it’s face. With its hand still sticking from Tater’s chest, the other took hold of the arm she was reaching out with and made her wave instead like it was using her as a macabre puppet. All she could do was stare at Broly with wide eyes that lost the shine of life, brown orbs now dull and glazed over as she was limp. Gone. After she had expired, the dark being allowed her to slip off his arm and thud to the ground like a toy it lost interest in, then raising its bloodied hand to its blank face as a jagged line spread across, opening to reveal a mouth as a long and unsightly tongue stretched from the gaping maw to run over and between the scarlet-stained fingers.

While it didn’t visibly speak, a distorted voice would chime inside his head. “Delightfully sweet. Was that why you kept her around? I’m case you got hungry and wanted a snack? A good choice, I must say, as her blood has a certain flavor that not even the best fruits could rival.”

Yamcha finally kicked in to motion, taking his signature stance before launching himself at the opponent with a furious yell. But.. he went right through like the thing was made of smoke. But just as he corrected himself and was about to go for another move, the being was immediately behind him and hand his neck in its hand. It trailed a talon almost lovingly across the fighter’s throat and he ducked away, touching at his neck frantically to make sure there wasn’t any injury. He looked pleased to find that he was unharmed and took his stance yet again only to freeze. His eyes widened as the exact place the thing touched along split open, crimson beginning to cascade from the deep gash and covering his front. His hands began to desperately grip at the wound as he fell to his knees, that sanguine essence spilling from his mouth and filling his lungs simultaneously.

He looked over to the Saiyan like the rabbit had, hope for help gleaming in his eyes that soon turned dull as his arms fell to his lap. Gone. With the two earthlings killed, both lanky arms reached and pulled their lifeless bodies closer to itself and made like it was hugging them, finally speaking again. “Look how weak they were. Did you really want to waste your time with this fleshbags? They were holding you back. Oh, I know just what you need!” It then reached those clawed hands into their chests, digging around with an almost innocent hummed tune before it retracted its hands, now clutching their hearts.

In a blink, it disappeared and left their corpses to slump against each other. In another blink, it was before Broly with that jagged line returning to its featureless face. It held up those hearts like an offering. “Here, they have you their hearts, right? Why not make them actually useful and consume them?” The thing only waited a few seconds before shrugging its shoulders and opening its large maw again, tossing the hearts inside to eat them itself. “Well, if you don’t want them then I’ll take them. Tasty little things.”

Just as its jaws snapped shut, the dream would end.

Go on anon and send my muse a nightmare! Could be about people they love, people they’ve lost, events in their lives, irrational fears they have, or anything you want! 

Green grass reached up towards the shining rays of a benevolent sun, lush vegetation stretching as far as the eye could see in every direction. Small clumps of trees dotted along the plains, their billowing canopies matching the large puffy clouds strewn about a brilliant sapphire sky promising nothing short of an adventure. Crisp air lightly bit at his nose with the freshness of what the current season of renewal.. or at least that's what he's heard but for as beautiful as the day was, the Brute hardly cared for it any more than finding an interesting rock left on the ground. All he knew was that he was meant to meet up with those Earthlings he's fooled around with, the impression of something bringing them out here but it wasn't explained to him just what.

A surprise most likely..

Though he couldn't see the reason for why the secrecy was of importance from him but whatever, those two idiots would tell him soon enough. Certain in his assumption, it didn't take long for him to spot those two and already Broly's legs moved through the grass in response to their chipper greetings to him. Unraveling his tail from its usual hidden spot, it felt necessary to trail behind in its usual manner of a low sway in tandem to his paces.

A change to the colors caught at his attention, halting him in place to watch with a wary vexation etched to his expression. Lush hues of green and blue withered away to desiccated browns and the sky bruised with a dark omen. Where leaves had been brushing with the wind vanished and left their skeletal remains of gnarled branches scraping with an unsettling miasma. The soft soil beneath hardened into concrete, the sweet fragrances gone and before Broly knew what happened; the sudden stop snatched the attention of his eyes to lock with Tater.

Watching her face twist into that of a pained shock, the trail painted seemingly ever so delicately stained down the corner of a mouth. Witnessing the stain of a blistering Scarlet caused the Brute to seize in shock, eyes widening with the horrendous discovery pierced through her chest. Blackened swords pointed at him, skewering with pieces of bone and flesh still clinging to their pointed ends. Blooming petals of the deepest crimson stained into the abyssal pools of the Brute's optics, helpless in those startling seconds. His breath caught in this throat, body frozen but upon the witness of those arms reaching out for him; the overwhelming urge to attack the cause of the horrible scene surged.

Fists balled as a blood curdling roar howled from him. Powerful frame lunged but it failed to close the meager distance of a few feet.

" ..?! "

However, everything began to change. The green grass began to die, turning a lifeless brown as the blue expanse overhead began to darken like a terrible storm was coming. The forests that littered the scenery withered to gangly twigs and the once beautiful area became desolate. The petite woman halted in her steps with a jolt, her previously gleeful expression morphing in to one of shock as a line of red began to dribble from the corner of her lips. Gazes would trail downward to the sight of a blacked hand with claws like sharp knives protruding from her chest as deep red began to stain her clothing around the wound, flecks of shattered bone and torn flesh clinging to it. Her mouth opened as she reached for the Saiyan for some form of assistance, but he would be rooted to the spot like invisible chains held him.

What was this..?!

His heels dug viciously into the dirt, arms clawed at the air to no avail. Imprisoned to stay in that exact spot, he couldn't break free of whatever force that anchored him no matter how much he struggled. Raking fingers tore at his body only to find nothing tangential to rip apart. There were no chains or locks, nothing to grasp onto but the crushing sensation of restraint remained taut against his straining muscle. Thinking of nothing else, a bulging arm extended out for those arms desperately pointed at him; begging for his strength to save them.

Disbelieving pupils shrank once the Saiyan caught sight of some inky mass slithering to view from behind the Rabbit. Its form couldn't decide to hold a solid form as it wavered and rippled but in spite of it, its figure was eerily lanky and thin as though someone simply pulled too hard on its limbs and fingers. Staring into the abyss, nothing even constituting as the slightest hint of definable features could be picked out. The vileness of a taunt mashed salt into the wound as the other arm belonging to the abhorrent creature dared to grasp hold of that outstretch wrist and waved the hand mockingly.

Broly's blood ran cold at the playful display of Control, the sickening feeling of helplessness drowning him with his inability to break free. Petrified, the loss of life in those brown orbs glazing over caused his body to snap free of its fear. Every ounce of strength he had to his name as the Saiyan of Legend fell through in vain no matter the intensity of the raging inferno scorching his heart. Bulging muscles sweated and pulsed with everything he had, vocal chords thundered and roared but no matter how hard he hacked his heels into earthen soil, the ability to reach for that Legendary power slipped through his fingers at every attempt. Black tresses of hair failed to ignite the scarcest hue of gold. A single strand of blue restraint refused to blink, rendering nothing but violent seas of hair to whip with the infuriated aura torrenting outwards from the Saiyan's body.

Another bellow howled in a wrathful bloodlust, efforts doubling in the wake of watching that lifeless body slip off and crash unceremoniously to the ground. Frenzied pinpricks of pupils speared with unmatched animosity into the vile creature, forced to watch the volatile carving of a mouth paint itself in the blood of its victims. Jaws parted for a horrendous tongue to slip free and lick off life's essence between the spaces of its fingers.

Despite having a jagged mouth, a voice scratched at the interior of his skull with its grating tone and dare to muse over why the Saiyan kept the Rabbit Beastfolk around.

Broly's body still couldn't move, helpless to watch as Yamcha took it upon himself to lunge with a yell. Veins popped against the tanned flesh of the Brute, fibers of muscle fighting a hopeless battle as the human failed to connect any blow with the vaporous entity. Watching him whip around and be entirely outmaneuvered, the sickening display of watching such a arrogant gesture line across the human's neck further inflamed the blistering inferno within the alien warrior. A moment of relief turned into another spike driven as the line split open cleanly. Crimson waterfalls torrented down to stain the the front of the fighter's body, hands uselessly trying to put pressure over the gash. The sky itself felt as though it'd fracture from the deafening outcry straining at large vocal chords. Attempt after attempt to reach the human failed as all that could be done was to watch him die with those eyes begging to be saved.

Had this been in a world beyond dreams, the intensity of revenge would've bolstered the Saiyan's power into unfound levels of pure, animalistic power but no such luck would be given. The furiously beating organ felt as though it'd burst out from his chest and open a mouth full of fangs to tear into the horrendous entity; tear them limb from limb but such thoughts were restrained to how loud he can roar bloody murder. Another grievous mark of arrogance seared into the Brute's flesh as he watched those spindly arms gather both of his Earthlings like they were privy to them, once more speaking with that voice that made nails on chalkboard sound like the most pristine music. Earth language became a forgotten tongue in the virulent hatred of his tongue promising every single agonizing torture and curse he knew in the Saiyan language. Heaving lungs worked double time to supply aching muscle with much needed oxygen as they drove themselves further into fatigue; still unable to make the smallest increment.

Just beyond arms reach. It was an anguish never felt before to be so close and yet a ravine might as well have separated him for all the good he did in fighting every single second to move. Another grisly sight was endured with those hands reaching into the flesh, desecrating with a hum that Broly wished with all his might he could rip out its vocals and make it choke on its own blood. Salt stung at the corners of his eye yet nothing fell, the air drying out his glare.

A single blink and the wretch vanished from sight, discarding both bodies to lay where they collapsed. Hardly a heaving breath could be taken as the strenuous force slackened with his body giving out and never moving beyond his prison. Not once could he break free of that horrible hold on him. Being trapped in that invisible box, barely able to breath while he watched his life play out from behind glass walls. Another spear of fear clutched into his heart, sweat perspiring. His limbs weighed with ice in their veins. Another blink and the faceless entity stood directly before him.

Petrified silence was his only answer, standing frozen as the grisly sight of two hearts held itself in painfully plain view. Words spoken numbly echoed within his stalled brain, seconds passing by before the creature decided to move on and part open its sinister mouth. One moment and both lifeless organs were gone in an instant.

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His body twisted and turned in the unsettling nightmare plaguing his mind, the final visage of those precious hearts devoured before his eyes startled him awake. Sweat clung to clammy skin, limbs thrashing about in a senseless frenzy. His heart threatened to burst free of its place within his breast as panicked breaths nearly caused his vision to darken. Focus lost its ability to see clearly, alarms blaring in his head to fight the unseen forces that chained him down. Whatever he was nearest splintered and broke apart in his wild thrashing before a strangled snarl pierced the air. Pupils the size of pinpricks locked onto what looked like a spindly, black thing.

Adrenaline flooded his body and mind, thinking of nothing else than to attack, Attack, ATTACK! His body lunged for the culprit and violently pulverized it beneath tightly clenched fists over and over again. Blast after blast incinerated the remains as the frantic instinct to kill drove him well beyond his own reason to comprehend the nightmare hadn't been true. Droplets of salt scarred down without notice, the awful images of those two burned into his mind. Boundless power had nowhere else to escape as it amplified within the core of his body, causing rips along the seams of flesh until his frame couldn't contain it anymore. A blast of blinding light illuminated the night sky with an earth shattering quake rippling outwards for miles upon miles on end.

Hi, I just found your account and I really hope you might provide some insight. I don’t have a rabbit myself, but I’m a longtime employee at a dog grooming shop, and we have a shop rabbit, Aubrey. Which I’m thinking is probably in and of itself a kind of scary sentence.

My boss got the her a couple years ago from a then-employee who had been poorly breeding lionhead rabbits, and had planned on keeping this one to breed with. My boss convinced her to give her Aubrey, but she was uninterested in giving up the breeding pair. Since then she’s had a few different living setups (at the time we got her we also had two rescue guinea pigs my boss socialized her to, but both have passed since then) but currently she lives in the bottom part of a 3’x4’x7’ aviary, in which the 5 doves (long story) are also housed.

I trust my boss a ton and I know for a fact she’s really knowledgeable about rabbits (at least compared to myself), but I’m not super sure her needs are being met. I know the enclosure itself is a good size but she doesn’t really get to come out of it. For starters, there are usually dogs in the shop, but it’s also just not rabbit-safe even when there aren’t. She seems to like interacting with the doves on the occasions more than one of them is on the bottom, and she likes the little puzzle toys we have out (we finally found some she would rather play with than destroy lol), and she likes to jump on the lowest platform, about a foot off the ground, and sit up there. She had enough space to jump and very briefly run, but not for more than a second.

The things I’ve seen online say ideally she’d get 4 hours outside her enclosure to exercise, and we don’t currently have a way to do that. I can talk to my boss about getting a wire play pen we can put her in when the shop isn’t open, but that won’t be 4 hours pretty much ever, and the shop is closed a couple days a week. Is the enclosure enough? What can I do?

Sorry for the long ask! Thank you for what you do.

I am actually more concerned that she is kept with birds. The enclosure is more than enough room for a lionhead, but it's not safe for her or the doves. This website does a good job explaining why it's a bad idea to house them together. They can pass diseases between them and the rabbit could potentially carry a giardia parasite, which can kill birds. And even though they get along now, the rabbit or the birds could seriously injure each other if that changes.

She needs her own enclosure. Since she's a small rabbit, she doesn't need a lot of space. Even the smallest available enclosures should have enough room for her, though if its' under 3 square feet she should get out for exercise.

Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? Margot| Toys - cut scene

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A/N: I could never find the right moment to place this scene, but I felt as though it needed to be added in the end with the few selected cut/alternative scenes. I mean she never really got to have sex/masturbate other than in Tom's fantasies. Although there was more than one version of this scene, the others more along the lines of a cheeky present from Elouise to relieve stress, yet I thought this one was the best version in the end. 

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, fantasy sex, fingering, rough sex, squirting and some swearing

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Margot stared at the box as she sat on her bed cross-legged. The outer box was less intimidating, an incognito disguise compared to what was housed inside. She knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, she'd done it before, but not in a long time though.

She let out a breath that she hadn't noticed she'd been holding in, until after she opened the outer box with a pair of scissors. Then the other box was visible, its purple and white packaging and logos on full display. After she carefully put the scissors on the bedside table she pulled out the inner box free from its bare (except for her address) and safe cover. The second box was easier for her to get into and she didn't need the scissors to assist her.

Inside the second box was a multi-setting rabbit silicone vibrator. The website said 'the rabbit ears were thick and great for teasing the clitoris, sending thrilling vibrations.' While mentioning 'the textured tip seeks out the g-spot with perfect precision.' Also, inside the box was a classic silicone magic wand with its multiple settings, 'perfect for solo play.' 'Hold over the clitoris for powerful vibrations.' Each of the toys had their individual clearer and a bottle of lube ideal for both as part of a package deal. Next Margot reread over an article she came across whilst she was shopping for her toys. The article included techniques and suggested other body parts that the wand could massage to help increase arousal.

As Margot inspected each of the toys she could feel some doubts wash over her. She'd never used toys before, meaning in the past whilst masturbating she only used her fingers, and of course she never used any during sex with someone either. Although she was inexperienced with toys she didn't want to back out either, because somewhere at the back of her mind there was a voice. A voice telling her this is what she needs. What she needs to release the tension in her body and ease the pent-up sexual frustrations she's been feeling for months.

Some time later Margot had pampered herself and treated herself to soak in a warm bubble bath. A little distraction from her thoughts from the toys for a while. It seemed to do the trick too, as her mind wandered to the right mind space she needed to be in for what was to come. The audio playing in her air-pods helped too with her eyes closed. Audio of Tom's voice reading High-Rise flooded her senses. Just hearing his voice in her ears made her tremble as she relaxed into the bath. His voice alone was sexy and he knew how to make even the most simple words sound delightful. Also hearing his voice so close like this triggered memories of their almost intimate night together in his hotel room in New York. After which she wished many times that Tom hadn't led her on like he had, then she wouldn't have found out the hard way about his relationship with Zawe. Despite that she wished possibly just as many times that they'd gone uninterrupted that night too.

Images of herself and Tom were running rampant through her mind, so much so she began kneading one of her breasts with one hand, as the other reached down further under the water. She set herself at a leisurely pace whilst imaging Tom's hands on her instead. However once the water had gone cold Margot had finished pleasuring herself with her fingers enough for her first orgasm. Then she got out of the bath and pulled the plug before trailing water from her dripping body towards her bed. She foregone the use of a towel as right now all she wanted was to heighten her pleasures. 

As Tom's voice in her ears began to paint the picture of the current scene, she crawled onto her bed and crumpled up the cover as she moved. Then she settled down on her back as the words swirled around her head and she imagined the scene unfold, together with the images spawning from the film adaptation of Tom playing Dr. Robert Laing. Next Margot reached her hand out to try and find one of her new toys as her eyes were cast-skywards. It took a little longer than she had hoped, but she eventually grabbed hold of the rabbit silicone vibrator. She bit her lip nervously as she held it up in her line of sight, deciding if she should wimp out and go with the less intimidating option instead. Even though the rabbit silicone vibrator would undoubtably make her feel good, but given the fact it had been so long since she had sex and her first time using toys, she switched to the magic wand instead. 

Firstly Margot held the wand to her left breast and turned it onto the lowest setting. The wand buzzed lightly to life and Margot moved it around to massage against her skin. It felt even better as she massaged the wand around her nipple and turned it up to the second setting, which caused her to suck in a breath as she wished it was Tom's mouth latching on instead. She soon swapped over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment and enjoyed the light tingling sensation. When Margot was brave enough she made the wand wander down her body and began massaging her inner thighs after parting her legs far enough. She moved the wand around massaging away, then wedged it between the top of her thigh and her vagina, sending the vibrations closer to where she really needed them.

As both Tom's voice and the images from the film adaptation in her mind start to play through the scene of Laing and Charlotte Melville on the balcony, Margot instantly felt a change in her growing arousal. The feeling of her needy pussy wanting more attention became unbearable and Margot directed the wand closer. She then began to massage more around her vagina and became quite used to the vibrations after a few movements. Along with the added imagined grunts of Laing fucking Charlotte or rather Tom fucking Margot (as she switched up the scene to accommodate her needs), as she lend over the side of the balcony and closing her eyes if only for a moment. 

As Tom pulled Margot closer to his body again he roughly kissed her lips, taking her breath away instantly. His movements may have only stilled for a second as he kissed her, but he was quick to thrust his hips forwards sharply and earned a moan of approval. The desperation for release was high for both of them and the pace was rough but thorough. Their breaths became erratic, with the added pulls of his hair, tweaks to her exposed nipple and playful nips in between kisses only stoked the fire between them. They soon moved over to the reasonably sized outdoor table where Tom lay Margot down on. He stood between her legs as he bent over the table and pressed his bare chest firmly against Margot's mostly clothed chest. They smiled lovingly at each other for a beat before she pulled on the collar of his open white shirt, forcing her lips to his and circled her legs around his waist. He eventually prodded his tongue against her lips asking for entry which she allowed without hesitation. His tongue rolled over hers a couple of times before he licked the roof of her mouth and explored around more than once. The taste of mint exploded on her taste buds as she began to battle it out with his tongue. 

Unfortunately after some time they had to stop to breathe. Although Tom didn't wait too long to do so, as in between his panting he kissed her neck and her one exposed breast, before skipping over her mostly covered body in order to get to her thighs. He nipped, sucked and licked her inner thighs and then kissed each of her ankles, before he pulled her by her ankles to move her further down the table. He then hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, which lifted her bum and most of her back right off the table due to her smaller size. She could feel his cock teasing up and down her wet folds a couple of times as if he's reacquainted himself with her entrance. When Tom thrusted hard back into her she mewled softly, albeit mewling quickly changed to moans as he unmercifully pounded in and out of her. She could even feel and hear his heavy balls as they slapped against her with every thrust, also Tom was back to grunting as he pounded in and out of her. His new release of grunts and the animalistic feeling caused her own hips to snap upwards in perfect time to each of his thrusts, heightening their pleasure and making him falter for a second too.

Just when she felt Tom's cock twitch as his climax drew near her whole body shuddered delightfully. However Margot yelled for him to stop before they could cum. Confusion swept across his face as he looked down at her. Their breathing hung heavily in the air along with the sounds of the city's traffic down below. Despite Tom's desire to ignore the sudden halt to their evening, he held back and allowed her to untangle herself from him.

"Make me squirt." Margot said breathlessly, as she brought her knees up high with her feet planted firmly on the table, and her hands at the backs of her knees. She'd never made such a request before, not that Tom was complaining anyway. 

His fingers then started to lightly stroke along her pussy lips while he collected her juices to make them slick before sliding one long digit in at a time. It wasn't until he had three of his fingers inside of her when he picked up the pace and firmly rubbed them against her g-spot. Margot could feel her orgasm building up once more, which only intensified as Tom used the heel of his palm to stimulate her clit. That's when she lost all control of her body, and a powerful bust of her juices squirted out and ran down her thighs before dripping onto the table. The mere sight of her almost had Tom lose control too, but he managed to remove his fingers as the last squirts had stopped and he then filled her to the hilt again. Her shaking hands held steadfast onto his hips as he chased after his own release. Not that it took long for him to spurt into her hot quim, causing a chain reaction, despite thinking she couldn't cum again so soon.

The magic wand had done its job. Margot orgasmed more than once and now she was in a right messy state. Her body trembled from the after effects of the vibrations and sweat glistened on her naked form. The highest setting had really got her to that home stretch as her mind visualised Tom the entire time. If only he'd really given her the sweet release it would have felt all the more wonderful.

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

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NSFW asks - 1, 11, 22, 44, 55, 66

What are the ideal nudes that someone could send you?

A selfie of a bulge and shirtless if its a guy. And literally anything from the ladies.

What kink/fantasy of yours are you the most embarrassed about? Why?

Not embarrassed but a little shy about being into religious play/dressing up as nun/priest.

What’s a toy you’d love to use? Why?

Triple Stimulator Rabbit Vibe

Is FreeUse hot? Why?

Don't have strong feelings for or against it.

Best romantic evening setting, go!

At the beach when its sunset and the weather is perfect not cold or hot just somewhere in between

Is there a kink/fetish you would like your partner NOT to have? Why?

Anything with feet. I hate feet

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Discover the Secrets of the Argente Brun Rabbit! Uncovering the Secrets of the Creme D'argent Rabbit Uncovering the Secrets of the Argente De Champagne Rabbit? Argente Brun rabbits are relatively easy to keep indoors. The cage should be big enough to accommodate the rabbit's size and provide enough room to spread out. It should have openings for air flow and plenty of space for food and toys. They do not need elaborate hiding places. They can thrive in a variety of domestic rabbit cages. The Argente Brun Rabbit breed has a soft, brown coat that does not require much grooming. However, they do shed, especially during the molting season. The coat should be cleaned about once every two weeks to keep it clean and healthy. Baths should not be given to Argente Brun rabbits since they do not tolerate water well. The Argente Brun rabbit is a large breed of rabbit that weighs eight to ten pounds at full maturity. Their coat is speckled and even throughout their body, with a chocolate brown head and medium-sized ears. They can be very friendly if trained early on. The Argente Brun Rabbit breed is a great choice for those looking for a large domestic rabbit with good temperament and meat production potential. Argente Brun rabbits are relatively easy to keep and raise. Their strong back legs make them easy to handle, but they can also be very dangerous, so they should be handled with care. This breed is also ideal for families with children because it is easy to teach it how to interact with humans. The Argente Brun is a playful breed. They love to play with each other and enjoy being with their families. They can live up to seven years in captivity, but with proper care and diet, they will live even longer. This rabbit breed is a good choice for any age, but should not be left outdoors. Providing proper shelter and a good diet are vital to ensuring that the Argente Brun stays healthy and happy. While Argente Bruns love fresh vegetables, they also enjoy grass and hay. Grass and hay are essential components of their diet, and should constitute more than half of the rabbit's meals. Although the rabbit loves vegetables, it should also consume plenty of water and get plenty of exercise to help it maintain a healthy weight. Argente Brun rabbits do not do well in small spaces. They require plenty of room to move around, and must have a secure fenced yard. Despite their active nature, Argente Brun rabbits are easy to care for and make great pets. Their friendly demeanor and thick coats make them perfect pets. The British Rabbit Council recognizes five distinct varieties of Argente rabbits, including the Argente Brun. The Argente Brun is distinguished by its dense, glossy coat with a deep chocolate brown undertone. This breed has long, soft fur and does not require much maintenance. https://backyardbunnynews.com/can-the-argente-brun-rabbit-breed-survive/?feed_id=2889&_unique_id=655761bf3a4f1