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un-local · 18 days
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Hi! Do you think Rogier’s type to hug someone? If so what kind of hugs would he give (and by extension, Magdalene too)? And, if I dare ask, do they get to hug at some point?
Hi anon! Now this is a very interesting question…
Is Rogier a hugger? Oh boy. Well. There’s a lot to unpack with this, I think. Like the man himself, this question has layers. 
If you’ll permit me some wild speculation, let’s dive into this!
1] Is his facade a hugger?
Sure, if that’s what the other person needs. In the sense of, “this is what the situation calls for, this is what will rock the boat the least,” kind of way. A brilliant (and likely well-intentioned) imitation of sincerity. 
It might feel a little stiff. 
2] Is his Utter Detachment a hugger? 
Heavens no. Internally, he’s begging: “please, let’s not do this.” 
That sort of thing makes things harder than they need to be. Best avoided. 
Hugging probably isn’t his first instinct when it comes to comfort. He seems more the type to try to use his words, or give some other gesture of thoughtfulness/consideration. His “utter detachment” is more about maintaining distance, and therefore reducing vulnerability. I don’t think he’s heartless, but rather, severely uncomfortable with something that encroaches on that boundary he feels so dependent on. 
It feels like he’s turned to stone.
3] Is his touch starvation a hugger?
Absolutely, and he hates this. What a terrible affliction to have, with the company he keeps. He’s burying that as deep as he can. The good news is, in these lands, one can forget such appetites. He stopped hungering for these things long ago.
At least, until someone reminds him by initiating one.
…It feels like he’s fighting himself, resisting every instinct in him to melt into the embrace, to hold on for just that nearly-imperceptible moment longer. 
4] Is Rogier a hugger?
Now that’s the great mystery right there. Who’s Rogier? 
None of us know. Personally?
...Yeah. I think maybe so. 
I think perhaps, in an impulsive moment of joy, (“Hey Rogier, here’s the mending rune to save TWILD,”) he might pull someone in for a hug. Or I think it could be a somber, consoling gesture, when words won’t fix anything anymore. I think in a moment of tremendous relief, when death came a little too close, he might reach out and count his blessings as he catches his breath. 
I think it feels like he’s human under there. More human than he’s let anyone see in a long, long time. 
5] Is Magdalene a hugger?
Ha, oh yes. And she’s as hearty and vigorous in this regard as she is in every other aspect of her being. Prepare thine ribs. 
On one hand, you won’t be able to breathe, on the other:
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6] Do Rogier and Magdalene get to hug?
:3
(Of course, anon!) (But the real question is, under what circumstances?)
Thanks for the question, anon! :D This was fun to dive into!
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imharehunter · 2 months
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Helia filling the Dreamseeker’s apartment with flowers… not in a romantic way in a roommates way
I SCREAMED EYSYYEYYYSYEYYSYEYSYYEYSEYYSYSYEYYSYS
Imagine Dreamseeker just leaves Helia home and takes Sena w/ her and Coralie goes out to look around and stuff, then they all come back around the same time. BAMM Flowerception. Helia turns around. "Hey"
"DID YOU GROW ALL OF THESE?!" Dreamseeker_shock.mp4??
"Yes! Mars' soil is very good for flowers." Small smile.
Dreamseeker cant even hate her the flowers are very lovely
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FNAF Vanny cooked too hard with M.X.E.S,,
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canisalbus · 2 months
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hare machete hears the angry whispers of dead gods and stares into the clouded eyes of the trees at dusk
But bunny Vasco wants some Timothy hay and his favorite whicker basket toys
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sillygreenrat · 2 months
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angel hare characters meet the smiling critters (cartoon)
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dude she'd think the bigger bodies are sooooooooo fucked up..............
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 23 days
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me: what if. what if i held hims hand,,
inner me: He wouldn't want to hold your hand. He'd hate you. You would get on his nerves so fucking much. You're annoying as fuck, he would hate being near you anymore than is absolutely necessary. If he knew you were drawing, or even THINKING about him holding your hand, he would be disgusted with you. You're the worst. Shut the fuck up.
me: ah. right
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pixlokita · 4 months
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Hello, I'm here to share a Hyperfixation, look up Angel Hare on yt, it's an analog horror with a wholesome end
Just finished it TTwTT was that even analogue horror ? It was so cute, didn’t quite understand the ending so I’ll have to look up some explanation on that but !!! Enjoyed it ;w; Thanks for recommending :’>
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chanshoesunite · 2 years
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absolutely loved your work with petting and grinding on chan
but what if he and reader haven't been intimate yet (maybe reader wanted to wait or smth) and they were making out and got carried away so hard that they started grinding on each other and came at the same time
okay bye
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This was the image I had in my head when I read your ask. There you go, nonny, it's unbeta-d still but ONLY FOR YOU MY LOVE
You smile at Chan as he joins you on the couch, handing you a mug of tea. “There you go, princess,” he says, mirroring your smile, and you feel yourself blushing. You haven’t been dating for a long time, and there is still a hint of shyness you feel when he gives you his undivided attention, what with him being not only incredibly sweet and kind, but also extremely good-looking. Plus, you’ve only ever picked him up from his flat before, never coming in, and now, as you’re sitting on the dark grey IKEA couch in his living room, you feel more than a little flustered.
You thank him, averting your eyes as you cradle the warm mug in your hands, your legs crossed. “We barely dodged that downpour, huh,” you add, your gaze raising to the torrents raining down against the window.
“Yeah,” he agrees, eyes also watching the rainstorm outside. “Are you sure you don’t need a hoodie or something? Your jacket got pretty wet.”
“I’m fine with tea, thanks,” you say, but growing a little bolder, you add, “but you can always cuddle me to make me warm again.” Chan turns his head to look at you, and his smile is so soft it makes your heart yearn for him. “Come here, then,” he whispers softly, almost too soft to hear over the rain. Putting your mug down onto the little wooden coffee table next to the couch, you swing your legs over Chan’s, half sitting in his lap. “Hi,” you quip, and Chan’s smile widens even more. “Hi, baby,” he answers. “Would it be terrible of me to want to kiss that smug little expression off of your beautiful face?”
You giggle a little, feeling soft and flirty. “Would it be terrible of me to want you to do exactly that?”
Chan boops his nose against yours. “So happy we’re on the same page about this,” he says in a slightly raspy voice before he softly touches his lips to yours.
His kiss is sweet and slow and caring, just like all of your other kisses have been in the few weeks that you’ve been dating. With both of you busy with college and jobs, there wasn’t much time for just being together. But as his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring it sensually, you realise that, with the rainstorm cutting your trip to the amusement park short, it is now late afternoon and there is nothing else for the two of you to do except enjoying each other’s company… And maybe bodies? You shiver slightly at the thought – you are not very experienced with men yet, and the thought of sleeping with Chan is a little daunting to you.
Chan seems to mistake your trembling for cold, because he breaks the kiss softly and reaches around you to grab a fluffy blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and tugging it over the both of you, cocooning you closer to him. “Is that better?” he asks, pushing a curl behind your ear. You nod, whispering a soft “thank you.”
He smiles. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs in a deep, vaguely seductive voice.
You shrug. “Is there a still a smug little expression on my face?”
Chan touches your chin, pretending to study your face from various angles. “Oh my gosh, yes, absolutely!” he proclaims in mock-surprise.
“Hmmm.” You pretend to think about it for a second. “Then I guess the off-kissing hasn’t worked yet.” And you lean in to kiss him this time. As soon as your lips touch his, you feel that this kiss is different; with your bodies cradled together under the blanket, there is an added level of intimacy you hadn’t anticipated. Your tongues slip together, and a light groan escapes your throat, a sound that makes Chan’s hand travel to the back of your neck, softly stroking the tender skin there, and you utter another little sound.
Encouraged by this, his hands travel over your back just as yours move to his shoulders. The shirt is damp beneath your hands – not surprising, since Chan had not been wearing a jacket but just his longs-sleeved shirt as you’d made the dash from the car to his apartment building.
Chan breaks the kiss again to pepper little kisses along your jaw and down to the column of your throat. “Is this okay?” he breathes against your skin, and you shiver again – and again, not from the cold.
“Yes,” you say in a low voice. “But Chan?”
“Hm?” he hesitates. “Everything okay?”
“Absolutely.” You meet his gaze and press a quick peck to his nose. “I just wanted to ask you if… Could you take off your shirt? It’s pretty wet?”
Chan’s grin is almost wolfish. “Baby, if you want me to take my shirt off, you just have to say so.” You slap him in slight indignation, but he reaches back, grabbing the hem of the shirt under the blanket and pulling it off in one smooth motion. And then you’re in Chan’s lap and he’s shirtless, and the heat radiating off his body is too much for you to hold back. As he nods his consent, your hands follow the line of his shoulder, his muscled arms, his veined hands, his pecks, and all the while you're gazing at him, at this beautiful man who has decided that yes, you are worthy of his time and affection.
The soft sighs of pleasure he utters do things to you, but his body language clearly tells you that all the power lies with you – Chan knows that you want to take it slow, and he’ll give you all the time you need. So when you lean forward again to claim his lips, his reciprocation is almost euphoric, and his large hands find your back again as he pulls you against him. As you kiss him, stroking his soft skin, you feel yourself getting more aroused – this simple situation of slow touches and soft exploration is so incredibly sexy to you that you know you also want to be touched like that. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your own shirt.
Chan’s gaze is heated, but he immediately says, “You don’t have to, baby.”
You smile. “I know,” you answer. “I want to, though.”
Your boyfriend holds your gaze, then nods, as he watches you tug off your own shirt. His eyes travel over your skin, but you feel less shy than full of anticipation. You want him to see you, know you, feel you, just like you want the same from him. His big hands find your waist. “Just tell me to stop whenever, okay?” he whispers, and as he kisses you again, his fingers lightly brush against the swell of your breasts, his mouth swallowing your gasp of pleasure. You retaliate by softly biting his lower lip, and a groan escapes him. As Chan squirms in his seat, you feel his hard-on against the softness of your thigh, and in a spur of the moment-decision, you also shift your weight, throwing one leg over him and straddling him.
There is a surprised look on his face as you bear down on his lap, effectively grinding against him, and his eyes fall closed with a moan that’s louder and rawer than anything you’ve heard from him so far – you find it thrilling. The hardness beneath you, pressed against your core, is exhilarating, and you know that some day soon, though not today, you cannot wait to feel it inside you.
As you draw a lazy circle with your hips, causing both of you to moan at the friction, Chan’s hands find the clasps of your bra. “May I?” he rasps, and you barely have the breath to answer, but he hears you clearly enough. Unclasping the offending garment, he gets rid of it, and then his hands are back against your hips, helping you swivel them in ways that make you both groan in pleasure. Your eyes fall closed as you feel his tongue against your nipple, and you give yourself over to the sensations – his skin against yours, both of you enveloped in warmth as the rain splatters against the windows. He continues to pleasure your breasts with his lips and tongue, and the pace at which you move together grows more frantic and sloppy as you feel your desperation growing more and more urgent. Chan’s hardness is rock solid beneath you, his own moans are beginning to sound more like cries of pleasure, their sound pushing you closer towards where you need to be.
“Chan, I-“
“I know, princess, I’m almost there, too!”
Your lips find each other again, his hand cups your breast and then, as you grind down particularly hard, your orgasm hits you, and the way Chan cries out tells you that you’re not alone in your ecstasy.
You slowly kiss as you both shudder, clutching to each other, trembling through the aftershocks of pleasure despite being warm underneath your blanket.
You lean down to put your forehead against his. “That was… Unexpected,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.
Chan brushes a strand of hair back from your face. “A good kind of unexpected, I hope;” he says tenderly.
You nod. “Absolutely. You’re just too attractive to resist, Channie.”
You boyfriend chuckles. “God, I like you so much,” he says, pressing a few kisses to your face before you settle your head against his shoulder. You stay like that for a few moments, listening to the rain and the calming of your breaths.
“Baby?”
“Hm?”
“Could you… I’d love to get out of these pants?”
“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You try to get off, but not before stealing another kiss. Chan gets off the couch, the wet stain prominent on his crotch. “Do you maybe want another cuppa? I bet yours is already cold.” He waits in the doorframe for your answer, his jeans already halfway off.
“No thanks.” You grin. “I’m warm enough now.”
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phoenix-aku · 6 days
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Hi may I request my angel hare oc Melly?
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👍
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un-local · 1 month
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Do you think rogier would be good at chess?
Oh, I betcha. He strikes me as the type. His gear implies a background in nobility, so it's very possible he was taught how to play. And with his whole "hide every inner thought I have" demeanor, I bet he'd be pretty good at it.
But then again, I've never played chess, so I don't really know how it works past it's reputation, lol.
Thanks for the ask, anon! Hope you're well!
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ask-the-becile-boys · 4 months
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We know what Tony and Della look like, but what about Jack, Frank and Balthazar?
I went ahead and drew before/after pictures for Tony/Hare, Frank/Skull, and Jack/… Jack, since their ghosts have evolved over the course of the robots' lives! Locksmith and Dee, on the other hand, are/were more attached to their previous selves and didn't change as much.
[ID: 8 digitally sketched busts of human characters.]
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[Bust 1: Labeled 'Jack Sapienti,' this bust is of an Italian-American teenager with a sharp nose, dark hair that falls a bit into his eyes and eczema scars on his face. His expression is sad and he looks forlornly off to the side.]
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[Bust 2: Labeled 'Current Ghost of The Jack,' this bust is similar to the other Jack, but he wears a large bow around his neck, his eyes are lighter, his hair is fairer and longer, and his scars are more concentrated on his cheeks.]
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[Bust 3: Labeled 'Frank Saddler,' this bust is of a Black man with heavy brows, high cheekbones, a curved bridge to his nose, a long scar above his left eye, and a smaller scar below the left eye. His expression is guardedly curious.]
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[Bust 4: Labeled 'Current Ghost of The Skull,' this bust is similar to Frank, but his expression is more curt and severe, his face is more guant and cheekbones more defined, and he has a large, wide scar across the front of his neck.]
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[Bust 5: Labeled 'Tony Sapienti,' this bust is of a young Italian-American man with short, shaggy hair, a snub nose and freckles. His expression is sullen, and he wears a cabbie hat and a popped coat collar.]
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[Bust 6: Labeled 'Current Ghost of Hare,' this bust is similar to Tony, but his right eye is stapled closed, his brows are more shaggy, he has a goatee, and he has scars on his left eyebrow, right side of his lip, and a long, severe scar running from his left lip corner to his left ear.]
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[Bust 7: Labeled 'Della Stanek/Dee,' this bust is of a White woman with a scuff on her right cheek and long, dark hair that falls over the left side of her face and shoulder. She is frowning sternly while lifting her chin.]
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[Bust 8: Labeled 'Balthazar Ash/Locksmith,' this busy is of an older White man with coiffed, light hair (not pictured, it was orange colored), a pointed mustache and goatee and a curl to the edge of his eyebrows. He wears a pair of round glasses with hanging sun and moon baubles on each side and a high collar. He is grinning , expression triumphant. End ID]
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fihof · 3 days
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I love how much Angel Hare has resonated with people. Angel Gabby is such a comforting presence, and it’s such a unique analog series. I hesitate to even call it horror, it’s so different from anything else. Truly, we need more series with benevolent entities.
i’m not very religious, and was raised very separately from christianity
angel hare makes me feel like i could be open to the idea of being safe with god. it’s such a true display of a higher power making their way into the world to protect the innocent, and those who need protection the most
and (SPOILERS) the ending is so vulnerable, in a way you never get to see an entity in that position being. the thought/reminder that god needs us, that maybe god grows as we grow, is so personal and touching.
you’re right, i wouldn’t call it a horror series. it’s a series that takes the horror of the world, and soothes it. regardless of what gabby/jonah did to “him”, jonah is safe, and therefore has the capacity to help others the way that gabby helped him. it’s such a touching story of forgiveness and empathy
(and sorry for the late reply, life has been hectic lately. i know you’re anon but i hope you see this ❤️)
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dreaming-of-lu · 8 months
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I HAVE COME BARING IDEAS BECAUSE I THINK YOU'RE COOL <333333
Modern! Reader having a brain fart and just dapping up the Chain, like- they go to Sky like "Dap me up, babes." and he just does his usual 🧍 so Reader has to physically teach him and it becomes a usual thing with the others.
Wind does it best tho, little man has some skills
🐰🐰 If I may I would liked to be called Hare anon because Hare's are cute too!
ldjkfasdjfhasdflhas
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THANK YOU SWEET BUN! I think yer cool too >:3c He just stares at their hand like 😃 I don't know what this means. Reader really has it cut out for them to teach the pack of goofballs and of course, Wind gets it on the first try. It def would take some time to get the old man in on it until he does it with reader after fighting a lynel. He doesn't even LOOK in their direction and does it smoothly with them.
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sillygreenrat · 2 months
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picture this
transfem francis
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she'd have a paw forward if she wanted to transition for sure. plenty of people on her side <3
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dandelion-wings · 29 days
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Regarding Eula and underage Amber:
Eula promises herself that she shall not do anything untoward regarding Amber until she’s legally of age.
Amber, however, isn’t so patient, and she’s quite determined to make Eula break that promise.
My favorite way of imagining it, definitely. XD Eula getting pursued, and flustered by it, is very fun all around, and especially with younger characters like Amber and/or Collei (I still want to figure out how to write the Secret Summer Paradise Eula/Collei(/Amber) fic at some point), because she has reasonable cause to resist! And yet it's going to do her no good at all, if I get my way about it.
(Although I can also see various versions where Eula is disregarding the rule because she thinks it's foolish, Eula is disregarding the rule because of hinky Lawrence Upbringing stuff, there is not a law in Mondstadt that she's breaking (again. Amber is patrolling the border at whatever age she's at. I feel like expecting someone to be mature enough for that but not mature enough for sex is... illogical, at best), and so on. Amber being impatient is just my favorite of the options, because it's such a fun dynamic for them in general, and the main one I'm interested in re: the ship.)
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horrifichaunts · 4 months
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@the-tired-hare-tech asked:
Sooo....Mike....I have a question, very important, very personal.
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Hold hand? :)
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“....”
A soft snort gives way to a chuckle, his face red as his favorite pirate Fox.
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“You dork, you of all people don’t have to ask that.” 
Mike gently takes Alan’s hand with his, still an utter blushing mess about it though cause oh gosh their holding hands.
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