With Easter fast approaching with its spiked rabbit sales and subsequent spiked rabbit abandonment rates, I thought I’d use my powers for good by spreading some information I think everyone should know before they get their first bunny. I usually don’t want people reposting my art, but feel free to spread this one around! Reblogs are very, very appreciated. If you want more information about pet rabbits, you can for example check out rabbit.org. And remember: Adopt, don’t shop!
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number 1 or 3 for the bed sharing thingy? 🥺 thasmin of course
Thanks for the prompt! I went with 3: "Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them."
Sorry this took forever (I got quite carried away on this one)! For anyone who hasn't read All curled up (sunlight), I recommend checking it out, otherwise this won't make much sense. Also, I'm going to eventually expand this and make it officially chapter 2 of that fic, so stay tuned for that! Anyway, here you go:
On a fuzzy alien planet, a shadow restrained Yaz. It pinned her to the ground, a ground that was strangely soft beneath her spine. Above, the blurry outlines of buildings—or were those trees?—loomed.
Her assailant pressed harder into her chest. Something jabbed her in the ribs. She gasped and thrashed.
Where was the Doctor? What happened? Why couldn’t she remember?
The shadow shifted, stealing her breath with a blow to the stomach. A rumble filled her ears, and something rattled against her chest.
“Yaz.” A low murmur in her ear.
The Doctor!
Yaz thrashed harder—she needed to escape, the Doctor could be in trouble!
A growl fell over her, then a breath that raised goosebumps along her neck. She froze and imagined teeth at her throat, claws ready to rip her apart, sturdy bone poised to beat her senseless.
“But Yaz, I’m hungry,” the Doctor whined.
What the hell?
Another shift of weight, the tease of lips on her neck, that breath drifting over her skin again. Yaz startled awake.
She tried to sit, but the Doctor was curled up on top of her. How had she even wound herself that tightly into a ball? Her lips brushed Yaz’s throat, her nose tickled Yaz’s ear. The rest of her body was pulled into itself, firmly crushing Yaz’s chest.
Well, her dream made sense now. She tried to squirm out from under the Doctor. No luck, just a furrowed brow and a sleepy growl. Yaz paused and the Doctor’s body relaxed. That rumble from her dream started up again.
Purring. Again.
Not that it wasn’t adorable, but was her girlfriend half cat now? She never had received an acceptable explanation for what happened when Short Circuit had holed up in the console.
Yaz tried to move again.
The Doctor unfolded and turned over, pinning her even more effectively. The purring intensified.
This wasn’t going to be easy to escape without waking her. She’d been acting so weird lately, she probably needed the sleep. And anyway, that purr was oddly soothing, as was the warm weight pressing Yaz into the mattress.
She gave up the fight and closed her eyes.
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Hours later, the Doctor scrunched up her nose in her sleep, rolled over, and starfished over Yaz’s stomach. She wriggled, spine grinding into Yaz’s ribs. At this rate, Yaz was going to be riddled with bruises before the Doctor’s nap was over. Time to wake her up.
Yaz sat up as much as she could and whispered in the Doctor’s ear. “Doctor, wake up.”
A groan and another wriggle.
“Doctor. Please. You’re crushing me, here.”
A scronch.
“Doctor!”
Nothing.
Twisting, straining, Yaz managed to work her left arm out from under the Doctor’s bony hip. Then her right, from where it was trapped under the Doctor’s shoulder.
The Doctor stayed dead to the world. Yaz shoved her off.
With a hiss, the Doctor popped up onto her hands and knees, arched her back, and bared her teeth at Yaz.
“Woah, it’s just me!” Yaz held her hands up and scooted to the opposite side of the bed. She probably wasn’t about to get bit, but why take the chance?
The Doctor stared. Her back lowered. The tension drained out of her jaw. She blinked. “Yaz?”
“Hey.” Yaz crawled over and laid a hand on her cheek. “Sorry for the rude awakening. You were so deeply asleep I was starting to worry.”
Sitting back on her haunches, the Doctor blinked again and tilted her head at Yaz. “Worry? Why? I don’t need as much sleep as you, but my deep sleep cycle can go on for—”
“No bullshit, please.”
The Doctor frowned. “I wasn’t—”
“You were doing that thing again.”
The head tilt’s angle increased. “What thing?”
“The purring thing.”
“I was not!” The Doctor turned away and threw her legs over the side of the bed like she was about to escape this conversation. Instead, she yawned and her shoulders slumped.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” Yaz said. She reached out and touched the Doctor’s forearm. “But the last time you did that, and the last time you slept this much, your brain was being, I don’t know… infected, or whatever, by Short Circuit.”
The Doctor stiffened. “Don’t call him that! We can’t name him, we’re not keeping him!”
Yaz couldn’t let the preexisting argument distract her. “You never did explain what happened. Are you part feline? Did Short Circuit awaken some cat DNA, somehow?”
“Of course not. Just a crossing of telepathic wires. But I’m fine now.”
“Really.”
“Yes! And I do not purr!” The Doctor crossed her arms. Her shoulders were bunched up around her ears; a sure sign she was about to march out of the room in a huff. Instead, she yawned.
Yaz rubbed her back. “Okay. Do you want to get some more sleep?” She moved to the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of open space.
The Doctor looked at the pile of soft pillows and bunched up blankets. She blinked, slowly, then yawned again. Flopping back onto the bed, she curled up. “Maybe just a few more minutes.”
That was so unlike her.
Annoyance and worry warred in Yaz’s mind. She needed to get the Doctor to admit there was a problem, here. Whatever it took.
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Hours of tossing and turning had rumpled the Doctor’s clothing and lifted her shirt to expose her belly to the room’s warm, stuffy air. Yaz had lost track of the time, trapped in a bubble of comfort laying beside her. This was all very worrying. But it was also kind of nice to relax and not think about saving the universe for a while.
A little snore escaped the Doctor. She was too tempting, laying there completely relaxed like that, soft skin beckoning Yaz’s fingers.
Yaz inched her hand over and dragged it across the Doctor’s stomach.
The Doctor clamped shut like a trap. She grabbed Yaz’s hand, dug her nails into Yaz’s wrist, and curled her knees up around Yaz’s arm. She lightly closed her teeth over the base of Yaz’s thumb.
Aha! Yaz wanted to say. Tell me this isn’t cat-like behavior.
But the Doctor didn’t wake.
Yaz flopped back onto the mattress and resigned herself to an uncomfortable hour or two with the Doctor curled around her arm.
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She was counting the ceiling tiles when the Doctor’s stomach grumbled.
If they were going to be stuck here, Yaz might as well go grab something to eat. She snuck off the bed—she’d learned her lesson about letting the Doctor trap her, after the arm incident—and went to the closest kitchen.
When she returned, it was with a tray heaped high with a bit of everything she found in the fridge and pantry. “Hey,” she said from the doorway, rousing the Doctor. “Brought some… breakfast, I guess we can call it?” She set the tray down on the bedside table, grabbed a bag of crisps and shook it. “Found some of those beet crisps you like so much.”
The Doctor shot upright. “Oh you’re a lifesaver Yaz, I’m starving!” She sniffed the bag. Scronched. Turned her nose up.
And caught sight of the tin of sardines Yaz had thrown in with everything else. The Doctor’s eyes dilated. She snatched the tin, peeled the lid back, and devoured the tiny fish in a few gulps.
The Doctor’s culinary habits were strange at the best of times, but that was new. A grin pulled at the corners of Yaz’s mouth. She fought to hide it. Another note for the mental “cat evidence” column.
Once the tin was empty, the Doctor tossed it aside. She searched the tray, opening a tin of something alien that smelled like meat. She inhaled it and turned sad eyes on Yaz. “Do we have any more?”
“There’s an entire tray filled with food here.”
The Doctor whined.
Oh, this was getting ridiculous. “Doctor… I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you eat fish. You do realize this is weird, right?”
The Doctor tilted her head. “I love fish!”
Yaz couldn’t argue with that, seeing as the Doctor was thousands of years old and she certainly didn’t know everything about her. But her insistence that nothing weird was going on was getting old.
The Doctor whined again. “Yaz, please, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hungry in all my lives.”
Despite Yaz’s annoyance, she didn’t want the Doctor to starve, so she nodded. “I think there were a few more tins of sardines in the pantry.”
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She returned to an empty room. The blankets on the bed were rumpled, but not heaped high enough for the Doctor to be hiding under them. Yaz set the sardines on the bedside table and checked behind the bookshelf. She tapped on the ensuite door, but there was no answer, and the room beyond was dark.
“Doctor?”
Something shuffled, close to the floor. Where was that coming from? Yaz dropped to her hands and knees and peered under the bed.
Only the Doctor’s socked foot was visible, but she moved again and Yaz could swear she saw a golden-green flash of eyes from the shadow closest to the wall. “Doctor, what are you doing under there?”
A sleepy mumble.
She didn’t look distressed, but that couldn’t be comfortable, could it? “Why don’t you come out? Do you need some help?”
“Don’ wanna,” she mumbled, simultaneously cat and toddler.
Sudden frustration cascading over her, Yaz reached under the bed and grabbed the Doctor by the ankle. “Come on.”
The Doctor hissed, tucked her leg into the rest of her body, and scooted toward the wall. Just out of reach.
Yaz took a deep breath and counted to ten. She’d dealt with this before, and the Doctor had been fine. She’d be fine again, even if this was getting a bit scary. “Will you please come out and talk to me?”
A grunt.
“You have to admit there’s something wrong here.”
“Comfy,” the Doctor mumbled.
At least she was verbal this time. How the hell could Yaz get her out of there? She lay watching the unmoving shadow of the Doctor for several minutes before an idea came to her.
She retrieved a tin of sardines from the bedside table. Kneeling next to the bed, she opened it.
The Doctor stirred.
“Are you hungry? Found more of the good stuff.”
A pause. The Doctor stretched out. She slunk from under the bed, eyes glued to the tin. Yaz moved back a little further, in case she tried to snatch it and disappear again.
The Doctor stalked toward her.
Yaz offered her the tin. “Here. Now will you please get back on top of the bed, where I can keep an eye on you?”
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed in confusion, but she nodded as she ate. When she was done, she hopped onto the bed, curled up, and closed her eyes again.
Yaz sighed and sat next to her. Maybe she just needed to wait this out. Hopefully. Because, with the Doctor’s refusal to admit there was even a problem, there wasn’t much else she could do.
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Two days later, the Doctor hadn’t done much more than eat and sleep. Yaz had managed to at least coax her into a change of clothes and a walk to stretch her legs, but she’d gone right back to bed and burrowed into her makeshift nest again. She still refused to admit anything was wrong, or answer any of Yaz’s questions about the more cat-like parts of her nature that were emerging.
This couldn’t go on like this.
Yaz returned to her room after a quick run on a treadmill in the gym (her legs were getting stiff with all the lying around) to find the Doctor awake, for once. She intently watched Yaz close the door.
“Went for a run. How are you doing?”
No answer. Yaz had only half expected one. She sat on the edge of the bed and the Doctor continued to wordlessly watch her.
What was this? The fizzling out of their adventures in time and space? Yaz longed to see more, but if she could have only one part of the universe, it would be the Doctor. So if this was how things were now, that was fine. As long as the Doctor was happy.
She reached over and smoothed the Doctor’s hair at her temple. “All right?”
The Doctor closed her eyes. “Yeah. Better now.”
Tentatively, Yaz scratched behind her ear. The Doctor hummed and Yaz dragged her fingers down, to the corner of her jaw. She tilted her chin up and Yaz caressed it with her index finger.
The Doctor began to purr.
She froze, staring wide-eyed at Yaz.
Yaz dropped her hand. “Aha! Gotcha!”
The rumble died. The Doctor pouted. “Yaz,” she whined.
“Told you I was going to get you to do that again. Now will you admit there’s a problem?”
The Doctor blinked. She jerked away and sat up straight. “This is all Short Circuit’s fault.” She jumped out of bed with a hiss, crossed the room, and yanked the door open. “That cat and I are going to have a talk.”
like this one dude just made a fake taxidermy and spread it around as a hoax for a good ass while and it lead to this really cool fantasy creature and i am genuinely dissapointed that it never gets used in anything
The lack of skvaders is particularly frustrating when you realize it forms the third point of a wonderful cryptid trifecta.
You got the jackalopes, which are rabbits with antlers.
And you got the wolpertingers, which are rabbits with antlers and wings.
And then… what? Do you escalate? That’s unbalanced, those two rabbit cryptids don’t have the same number of extra things, the wolpertinger is clearly the jackalope But More.
BUT with the skvader on the other side, balance is restored. Antler rabbit, winged rabbit, winged antler rabbit. It’s a classic Venn diagram of imaginary lapine beasts, and it’s only complete if you acknowledge the fucking skvader.
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How does their fur feel? They have this unique sheen, like velvet or swede? I have the urge to rub it on my face? Are they soft? The white ones look like dumplings sometimes! WHATARE THEY?! They're soo CUTE but mysterious?!!
In the grand scheme of the universe, he was only a tiny star…
But to me, he was the center of my universe.
It’s been one year since my bunny Miko passed away. Grief has never left me, but I think I learned to live with it. And just like I made loving him a part of my own person, I turned this grief into a continuation of the love he gave me.
I just liked the mouthfeel of saying “ancient sumerian cuneiform” better, but old persian was the first good pic I found. I’m sorry for spreading misinformation about historical linguistics, big naturals gandalf
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gamers are all like “crunch culture is bad” and “support worker rights!” but as soon as they see the effects of worker abuse in the quality of their favourite big name video game their first thought isn’t “this is a result of the terrible working conditions in the industry and we should be holding the executives of the pokemon company accountable for their unrealistic demands for a yearly turnout on pokemon games” it’s instead, “the developers are lazy and don’t know how to code properly” like the critical thinking skills just aren’t there. you are all so fucking stupid and never seem to think about the human lives that go into making video games.
like let me frame this from another angle. in all your nitpicking of the visual quality of this game, what do you expect the end result here to be?
because the only way i see this going is the working conditions at gamefreak are going to get significantly worse because you’re all pinning it on the developers and not the executives making the decisions that are forcing them to cut corners
