HateBunny

Hi.

Name: TEICCBunny.

Age: 16.

Identity: I was born with dick and balls, and people often refer to me as He/Him. But I prefer to be called That/Guy.

But in all seriousness, I'd rather be called “It.”

Sounds fun being refered to as a Being rather than a Guy or Gal.

I do a little bit of everything.

I'm a writer, an artist-in-progress, and my top priority as of current; Being a Minecraft YouTuber (I have an upcoming series by December, and I've spent the last few months preparing for it.)

Fandoms.

I'm not particularly interested in fandoms due to the fact that I lack the attention span - much less - time to commit to watching or reading other people's stuff. I get waaaay too busy with my own projects that I forget to engage with content that other people have made (Besides a couple of YouTube videos I put in the background, but other than that? I don't really have an obsession on anything else.)

That said, I've heard that engagement brings friends, and friends bring an audience. And you you know where audience leads? Money.

So, while I still have two months of free time, I intend on checking out what people find interesting these days.

Especially stuff revolving around my personal interest, one of those being The Vampire SMP (I'm also free to suggestions. If you got anything in mind that you want me to watch or read, I'll check it out.)

Music.

I like

Tyler, The Creator,

Kendrick Lamar,

Mitski,

Sir Chloe,

Laufey,

Uhh... I can't really choose much, my playlist has everyone in it.

(Oh, speaking of music. I also plan on producing my own songs at some point in my life. It's my last priority hobby, though. I don't have the time to really engage in EVERYTHING that I want to do.)

Hobbies but in-depth.

Top Priority, Minecraft Content Creation.

This isn't really my main hobby, but it's the one with the fastest feedback that I know of.

This one would also provide me mainstream income, so... Yeah. Until I find the time and the stability to enjoy my other hobbies. Minecraft Content Creation is my focus right now.

I basically plan on making Minecraft Modded Series for the next few years, and eventually, when I make enough money off of my content, I suppose I could expand. Buy Wifi, buy equipment, and buy stuff for my other hobbies.

Writing.

This one is my main hobby for the longest time, actually. I plan on working on a few fanfics when I can, but next year, I plan on writing a single novel at least.

Originally, my plan was to write two novels a year, but, I believe my schedule REALLY can't support that, so. I'll just resort to a single novel a year, take it slow and manage my time, yunno?

Art.

Uhh... my skills aren't really there yet. But, I kinda wanted to be an artist purely for self-reliance.

I don't really trust people enough to draw my own cover art for me, or to make the comic panels that I want.

I'd rather just do everything myself.

And besides, I've always been more of a visual person than a literary one to begin with. The scenes in my head are just better off as illustrations than words, really.

Other.

I don't talk much.

I mean, I DO. I talk a lot. But I like talking to myself more than talking to people, yunno?

I'm busy, and I like doing what I do. So being friends with me is like being friends with a ghost who occasionally pops up from the grave every 3 months or so just to say “How ya been?”

Other than that. I'm just... I'm neat, I guess.

I'm mentally awesome. I figured my life out, and I got big plans for the future.

I'm... I'm Him fr. Or at least, I'm IT fr, I'm just “That Being.”

And... yeah.

Some old renditions of the HateBunny drawing I made from last year:

Thinking about making a “Word Of The Day,” posts based on my conlangs, ngl.

But anyways, here's Dlussé

It was based off the Rredé's word for pale, ‘Blasse’ – which in it of itself originated from the German word ‘Blass.’

Blasse was modified into the word ‘Blassei,’ but as I was looking into shortening the ‘Ei,’ I found that the word ‘Blassé’ had already existed.

I was midway through reading a fanfic and there's this scene where Yuji, Sukuna, and Nobara are experiencing the summer heat and are just desperately trying to cool down together, lmfao.

(my first ever ‘finished’ drawing btw, lmfao. I'm actually so proud.)

10 Years Before The Death Of Franz.

Franz held his breath, one hand pulling down his collar, and the other's gripping Wulfhünd's shoulder.

Franz knew how wrong this was, knew that they were just two curious kids making a mistake, a mistake that could fairly well have both of them beheaded by the church.

But with Wulfhünd's breath against his neck, knee between his legs, and hands holding him still – any rejection he tried to mutter disintegrates into a breath before they could've turned into words.

Franz gasped. Feeling Wulfhünd's warm tongue slide over his skin, he bit his lip as Wulfhünd's sharp teeth press gingerly against his shoulder. They felt like a set of needles pressing over his skin.

His chest felt tight and his body felt warm, he couldn't control his breath anymore, And part of him wondered if Wulfhünd enjoyed how it felt washing over his face.

“Franz.” Wulfhünd calls out.

Only then did Franz finally turn towards him.

His brain stuttered, unexpectedly found himself staring into Wulfhünd's dog-like eyes.

“God, you look pathetic.” was what rolled off his tongue.

Wulfhünd's face shifted into a scowl, "Shut up.”

Franz's hand slides off Wulfhünd's shoulder, then under his arm, slithering around his back. He pulls Wulfhünd closer to himself until their chests press up against each other.

“You going to bite yet, Hünd?” Franz whispered. Half-eager and half-suprised at the what had just came out his mouth.

Wulfhünd himself never having expected such words from the pretty boy. But he grinned nonetheless.

He grips Franz's hair and tugs at him enough to expose his shoulder even further.

He leans in, and Franz shivers as Wulfhünd's warm and wet tongue slid across his skin again.

Then the sharp aching pain bore into him. He couldn't help but gasp, hands gripping Wulfhünd's clothes, instinctively pulling him in.

Before he knew it, his legs found themselves clamped down around Wulfhünd's waist just to ease the pain...

Warmth spilled from his shoulder, rolling down onto his collar, pooling into his clothes, and then dripping onto the bed.

Wulfhünd pulls back, and that's when he sees it.

Hot crimson painted Wulfhünd's teeth and lips. Strings of blood and saliva still connecting his mouth to his wound.

It was red, the first ‘Red’ his eyes were ever bestowed, the mere sight of it turned his ache into what seemed like pleasure.

Before he knew it, his eyes began to wander.

From Wulfhünd's jet black hair, down to his sharp mean-ish eyes, over his bloodied thin lips.

He didn't look any prettier than most of the other König boys, yet he had a sort of... effect to him.

His eyes wandered downwards, down his chin, to the side of his neck... he imagined how rough his skin would've been under there.

His eyes delved deeper, down Wulfhünd's collarbone, to his firm chest, and his eyes landed deep enough to find that Wulfhünd's experiencing the same ‘effects.’

“Ghietz...” Franz cussed under his breath.

“Ghietz...”

Was about to start drafting the first chapter of SOTE after almost a month and 14 days of outlining but I ended up writing fanfiction of for Franz and Wulfhünd instead because... of course I fucking did... I was supposed to write a scene of them just kids playing around talking about a specific something with plot relevance but... I got carried away with whatever this is.

Like, of you're not gonna give the characters proper characterization you may have well had just written three chapters of porn.

Why should I even bother to read a poorly written story? In fact, why would anyone ever bother to write or draw more than 90 pages of content that's only purpose is to try and justify the actual porn.

So fucking lame dude.

You wanna justify the sex scenes? All you need to write is three pages.

You don't need to pretend you're writing a story.

You don't need to do allat.

Want porn? Make porn.

What's the point in pretending otherwise?

If the porn was written as porn instead of pretending it's not, I'd probably have enjoyed it more, because then, I wouldn't be skimming meaningless pages that's whole purpose is justifying the sex.

Nobody wants to do that.

Someone lame probably does.

But no single person with taste, tact, and standards would just read through a shitty story willingly for the sake of the porn.

You wanna write a story involving sex?

Write the story with sex on the side?

Maybe it was because I was so casual with it though.

I texted my mom, said, “Yo, I'm gay.” she was like, “Just don't do bad things, ‘kay?”

She tried to call, but I told her she didn't need to, so she stopped pushing.

Went up to my dad, I was like, “Yo, dad, I'm gay.”

He was like, “You sure?”

“But I like women too, I like... I like both.”

He was like, “That's Bisexual.”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Whatever makes you happy, just make sure you finish highschool.”

“Got'cha.”

And that was that.

He did show slight disappointment. But it's VERY very slight.

I feel like my Dad's the kinda guy who'd expected me to have been straight and all, so of course he'd be slightly disappointed, but at the same time. My dad does care for me, so it really wouldn't bother him as much.

I really do live a privileged life...

I love my parents, lmfao.

Just five hours ago, for the first time in four months, I got washed up into a GC full of younger folks – and IMMEDIATELY, I found someone who's going through a mental breakdown and just spiraling.

We talked. Talked. Talked.

And to chalk it all up, he's basically that one loser in the friend group who has constant mental breakdowns because he keeps wallowing in his own self-pity without ever having stepped outside of himself to actually process his emotions and his impact on everyone else around him like a decent person.

Self-absorbed people like him make me sick.

...So I ended up talking to him one-on-one and tried to process his emotions with me. Basically turned into a therapist, have him some practical advice, and told him he was a loser self-absorbed bitch and he should start processing his emotions internally instead of burdening everyone else with impulsive and unprocessed emotions.

He listened.

By then, I was already so fucking tired, but then there was another guy in the Vent channel talkin' bout sum one-sided feelings and shit.

So I went in and talked to him about it was well.

To be honest with you.

Part of why I do this is partly out of Pride.

I like being the ‘wise-older-brother-figure’ to these people. It's kinda been drilled into my head that I'm far more mature than people typically my age – granted, I'm still egotistical. But I'm the best person around when it comes to emotional literacy and mental untangling.

I've been through a lot.

But I've also spent more time thinking about my feelings.

If anyone at all knows a thing or two about what these teenagers are going through, it'd be me.

So I talk to em about it because I'm proud and I want to prove to them that I'm literally the best person ever.

But besides my ego.

It's also partly out of my own paternal instincts.

I just look at these sad sack and teenagers and think, “Wow, these sad sack of teenagers need some adult guidance!

“I love being a substitute for adult guidance!”

So anyways.

I basically did so much mental untangling for a bunch of sad teenagers in the past few hours and holy hell, I am so fucking tired, lmfao.

This is why I don't hang out with groups of teenagers.

This is also why I don't associate much with sad and mentally unstable teenagers.

I get attached, they spiral, and I always end up feeling the need to talk to them about it.

It's also why I always immediately cut off everyone who doesn't budge and just keep wallowing in their own self-pity.

People who can't help themselves can never really be helped. And I don't like wasting my time on someone who actively chooses to be miserable.

But anyways... yeah.

Ever wonder why I'm antisocial and why I dislike people my age?

This is like, the best drawn hunk I've ever witnessed...

Like, of you're not gonna give the characters proper characterization you may have well had just written three chapters of porn.

Why should I even bother to read a poorly written story? In fact, why would anyone ever bother to write or draw more than 90 pages of content that's only purpose is to try and justify the actual porn.

So fucking lame dude.

You wanna justify the sex scenes? All you need to write is three pages.

You don't need to pretend you're writing a story.

You don't need to do allat.

Want porn? Make porn.

What's the point in pretending otherwise?

If the porn was written as porn instead of pretending it's not, I'd probably have enjoyed it more, because then, I wouldn't be skimming meaningless pages that's whole purpose is justifying the sex.

Nobody wants to do that.

Someone lame probably does.

But no single person with taste, tact, and standards would just read through a shitty story willingly for the sake of the porn.

You wanna write a story involving sex?

Write the story with sex on the side?