they r. so awesome sauce
clarifications for their designs + made-up hc i made while drawying these goofers under the cut! also, if there end up being MORE bunnygirls i havent drawn pleasr tell me!!! i swear there was like a blonde boy one but i dont know where to find the ref >_<,,,
HCs,,,
-Betilda, Blaze, and Beatrice r triplets , Miffy and Melanie r identical twins
-Brooke and Miffy r bestfrirnds bc i SAY SO (and they like work together for one moment in the webtoons so)
Clarifications,,,
-first photo r official names if your didnt know! the rest r made up :3
-i was a bit confused if Buster was actually Killer when i looked at her ref,,, but i just assumed it wasnt her for the sake of making another char ^_^
-it was probably just an error, but one of the bunnygirls had black cuffs (In Miffys ref photo), so i came up wuth the brilliant idea that skullbunnies with black cuffs were newbies and the more experienced ones have white
-some of these girls r like deathly grey in their ref so i did fresh them up a bit cuz i didnt want them to look fresh out of the grave
-it was hard figuring out good names for them since
1. There seemed to be a theme going on where names start with ‘B’ for the official bunnygirls names (Bookie, Buttercup, and Bonnie)
2. That theme didnt seem to coincide with Killer…
so! i decided their name restrictions had to either START with B or have a name relating to a bunny/rabbit (bc i rationalized killers name to be short for something like… killer bunny….??)
-wouldnt it be like hilarious if i made an askblog for these goobers,, hahaha,,, no yeah thats fair,,,
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Underwater Love 🔱
A dramedy and slices of life from the Boys.
About music and magic, friendship and love.
Follow them
🧭 to wacky places
🧭 going on dramatic adventures
and
🧭 having weird encounters
Chapters: 1-6 📔 7-12 📔 13-16 📔 17-22 📔 23-28
The Boys
Saiwa 🔸 Kiyoshi 🔸 Vlad 🔸 Jeb 🔸 Ji Ho 🔸 Jack
🪷 Heights and Zodiac
🪷 Group Dynamics
🪷 Roles (below the cut in the linked post)
🗂️ The Resistance
🗂️ The Council
In chronological order:
🫛 Saiwa and Jack
🫛 Vlad and Jack
🫛 Saiwa and Vlad
🫛 Kiyoshi and Jeb
🫛 Saiwa and Ji Ho
🫛 Ji Ho and Jack
🫛 Ji Ho and Jeb
🫛 Ji Ho and Kiyoshi
🫛 Vlad and Kiyoshi
🫛 Vlad and Jeb
🫛 Saiwa and Kiyoshi
🫛 Jack and Jeb
(not updated yet)
❤️🔥 Ji Ho and Vlad (and Luci)
❤️🔥 Saiwa and Jeb
❤️🔥 Jack and Kiyoshi
❤️🔥 Noxee and Greg
❤️🔥 Leander and Wesley (and Vlad)
❤️🔥 Francine Spencer (Jeb's Grandmother) and Jules Rico
The Stables - a spin off about their Horses (and Goats)
There are stories woven around how the Boys found their horses:
🐎 Kiri and Kiyoshi
🐎 Diablo and Vlad
🐎 Yang Mal and Ji Ho
🐎 Lunatic and Jack
🐎 Tyalindo and Saiwa
🐎 Valerian and Jeb
bluesky
Old Chapter list
Old Loose Collections
All our other stories below the cut
(all my stories are without poses, cc, mods and proper english Ö.ö)
chronological - The Family Business - latest
saving sims, hunting things. The Callahans.
chronological - Lost in Space - latest
alien cat lenny’s only joy is his vacuum bot, but it vanished in a malfunctioning transporter...
chronological - Zombie Detective - latest
a zombie wakes up in a pile of trash and shuffles back to humanity
chronological - Rosa’s Garden - latestGrandmother asks Rosa to look after the haunted family farm
chronological- The Gang Doctor - latest
a doctor treating gang members to pay the treatment for his chronical ill sister
chronological - Owen’s Farm - latest
the daily life at a moisture farm - with droids!
chronological - Sixam Away Team - latest
the team on their search for lost crew members in the jungle of selvadorada
chronological - Love hurts - latest
teen werewolf logan loves his boss, the vampire giga, but...
chronological - Strangerville - latest
dutiful soldier kang and the warily trailerpark goofer gianna are investigating the strange things happening in strangerville
chronological - Bacalao Bay - latest
the pirates of bacalao bay
chronolocical - Meteorite Crash Scene - latest
the sixam away team examines a meteorite crash at granite falls
chronological - Magic Realm - latest
about my magical sims
chronological - Underwater Love - latest
Dreams of a Mermaid. Ji Ho’s dream of him, Vlad, Jack and Giga as Teenagers.
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Crossroads II
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Trigger Warning: Mentions of death & alcohol
Word Count: 1,590
Summary: Part 2 of Crossroads, the two years is up and the hellhounds have come to collect on the deal.
A/N: Thank you for reading, please like and comment your thoughts!
Masterlist
I never knew how quickly two years could pass. Tomorrow marks the last day I have on this earth, 729 days have passed since I made the deal to save Deans life. I wouldn’t change it, I wouldn’t take it back. These last two years have been the best years of my life. Dean and I have never been closer, we spent as much time together as we could. I could count on one hand how many times we had been apart during these two years.
The hunts we had been on together some of my fondest memories, the places we’d traveled. Every hunt, we took a day to ourselves to go explore the area we were in. It was special, peaceful and just a perfect time with him.
Today, surprisingly I’m at peace. I’ve embraced the fact that my time on this earth is coming to an end, but Dean will continue to live on and one day, we’ll meet again. I plan to fight like hell to get back to him. However if I can’t, it’ll be alright. He’ll be alright, Sammy’s got him. Dean had dozed off, his arms wrapped tightly around my middle. His head leaning against my own, our backs pressed to the couch. He had safeguarded the room, sprinkling goofer dust around every corner and entrance to the motel room we were in. I had insisted on leaving the bunker, not wanting to draw any evil there. I had tried to go alone, but Dean wasn’t having it.
I had accepted my fate, a long time ago. Dean, on the other hand, not so much. He begged, borrowed, bartered and still, we were at a loss. The deal I had made inescapable. I look at the clock, ten minutes to midnight. I had ten minutes left with the man that I love. I knew he still planned to fight, planned to try his hardest to keep me here. Yet I wasn’t going to let him, I pressed a kiss to his lips, soft enough I wasn’t going to wake him up.
“I love you De.” I slipped his arms from around me and stood. Tucking the note into his flannel that I had written earlier before turning and walking silently towards the door to the motel, I opened it and slipped outside.
The cool night air was refreshing, crisp and fresh. I inhaled it, smiling softly at the stars above. It’s as if I was seeing the world for the first time, through fresh eyes. I sat on a bench, outside the room. My eyes focused on the stars in the sky, the sounds of the crickets, silently reflecting on the two years before. The love that I experienced, the joy and the sorrow. Mingling together. I smiled, it was all worth it. It will always be worth it, to know that I kept my boys alive and together.
I pull out my phone, sending a text to Sammy.
11:58 PM. Keep him safe, Winchester. Remind him always that I loved him. I love you Sam, always keep fighting.
I know when midnight strikes, I hear the howling start, the barking of the hell hounds. I don’t move, I don’t run, I don’t feel fear. I just embrace the fact that my time here is up. I close my eyes and allow the darkness to over take me.
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Dean
I wake up colder than I should be, my arms empty. I jump to my feet, eyes wide scanning the room for Y/N. But she isn’t here, I check my phone it’s well after midnight.
“No, no, no!” I yell, crossing the small room quickly and throwing to door open. She’s gone. Everything that we’d been through together, just over. My phone rings, and I reach for it. Answering before it even registers.
“Dean,” it’s Sam, his voice thick with emotion. “Where are you?” He asks.
“Some motel, she’s gone Sammy. She left in the middle of the night and she’s just gone. I couldn’t save her.” I say, the anger that I felt turning to grief and sadness.
“Send me the address Dean, I’m coming.” I hang up the phone and send Sam a quick text with the address to the motel. I sit down on a bench and see her phone and sweatshirt resting precariously on the edge. I take them, tears welling in my eyes as I focus on the Lock Screen picture. It’s us, together. A picture I had resisted taking in the moment, but here and now I’m so eternally grateful for it.
I understood now, how she felt those two short years ago. The prospect of being left alone, without the one you love, its unbearable. I would do anything, in this moment to have her back. Anything. I notice now the sound of something crinkling in my flannel pocket, I reach in and pull out a note, her elegant handwriting adorning the page. I unfold it, steadying my breathing before I read it.
Dean,
Well my love, if you’re reading this, my time is up. I want to thank you for making the most of the time we had together, these last few years with you have been the best years of my life. I never once doubted your love for me, I never feared that you would leave me and that is something I never had before I met you.
You taught me how to love myself, how to protect myself from the evils of this world and the next. No amount of time would have been enough with you, even if we had 100 years together I would still want more time.
I know you’re angry with me, for making this deal. Saving you, over me. But Dean, it had to be this way. I couldn’t live with out you, I didn’t have anyone else. You do, you have Sam. You have to live for Sam and Bobby and all your other hunter friends. They need you Dean.
I want you to keep fighting, if not for yourself, then for me. Keep fighting for me baby. Remember that I love you, I will always love you. I will always be with you, wherever you go. Whatever monsters you might encounter, I will be with you. Please take care of yourself, take in the fresh air, dance in the rain, gaze at the moon and the stars.
I know you will be angry with me for not waking you, but I didn’t want you to watch. I couldn’t bear knowing you saw the way I died. It’s going to be okay, my love. I promise.
I’m going to fight my way through hell, and find my way back to you. Either in this life, or the next.
I love you baby, never forget just how much.
Your girl, forever & always,
Y/N
Hot tears are streaming down my face, the pain from losing her so fresh and yet the peace that washed over me from her letter is so intoxicating. I hold her sweatshirt up to my nose, inhaling her scent and a new wave of grief hits me.
Sammy shows up in the impala not long after, parking next to Y/N’s truck. He crosses the parking lot to join me on the bench, silence hanging between us so thick and heavy. Neither one of us has the words to express what we are feeling. We sit, watching the stars slowly cross the night sky, the moon sinking further down in the sky, eventually being replaced by the sun rising.
I can’t tell you how long we stayed there, or how we got back to the bunker. All I know is that I am broken.
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A week passes, then two. I didn’t leave the bunker, I drank myself to sleep every night. Until we ran out of whiskey and beer and Sam refused to go buy me more. Bobby called me daily, Ellen every few days, all to check on me. But I haven’t answered. I don’t have the energy to lie to them, tell them I am alright, that everything will be okay.
Sam and I don’t talk much, he lets me know he is there, but doesn’t press me to talk. I spend most of my time in my room, sleeping on her side of the bed, spraying everything I own in her perfume. Trying to be as close to her as I physically can. The letter she wrote me framed, so I can read it, over and over without it getting ruined. I have been through all of the stages of grief, some days easier than others. Most days hard, and unyielding.
A month passes, I’ve stopped drinking. Sam finally got me to go on a hunt, we were gone for less than a day. I see her in my nightmares, my brain creating images of the hellhounds tearing her to pieces. I spend most nights awake and most days sleeping.
Two months pass, things have gone back to mostly normal. We’re hunting again, more frequently. Most days I am okay, it hurts when I think about it, but nothing will ever fully take that pain away. I ran out of her perfume, but I bought more. Unwilling to let go of that completely. I see her in my dreams, she’s happy and carefree. Her smile permanently burned into my brain. I’m grateful for the time I had with her. Things will be okay, I know that now. I will be okay.
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part 3 here, Crossroads III
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