A Rabbit on the Run

RP blog for Alec 'Bunny' Stebbins, Beast Runnerswift of the Autumn Court

[ash-rigby]

The Youtube algorithm has its issues but sometimes it’ll throw a hidden gem my way, and I’ll thank it for that

[albatross-the-pen-chewer]

While taking a nap today I dreamt there was a hazard sign called "never found" which was used to indicate a location where people disappeared never to be seen again

[albatross-the-pen-chewer]

it looked like this

[lethesbeastie]

The imagery and vibes of this were so visceral I had to do art about it

(Grayscale version under cut)

[hugintheraven]

Why would you post a horrible sign like that near me, a perfectly normal river in England?

[d3l3t3d-b10g]

The hunter

[nyancrimew]

706 meters away? RUN

[straightedgesavior434]

705

[spice-ghouls]

there’s a dog loose in the woods. 

[spice-ghouls]

[ID: A digital painting of a brown rabbit mid-leap. It is drawn against a black background, in the middle of the open mouth of a dog, of which only the teeth and tongue are visible. End ID]

[damazcuz]

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

[ma-ar]

read bunny over christmas weekend and felt the need to exorcise it from my brain 

[artofmaquenda]

Ah another WSD thing ☺️

[thatsbelievable]

[thesassybunnies]

How to surreptitiously stretch within reach of kisses 

(via)

[squeakowl]

Source - x

[boykeats]

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James

[boykeats]

[poem text: the leaves are changing from emerald to gold and i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i’m changing for the better! i have to believe that i will. /end poem text]

[bunjywunjy]

Do you have any blessed facts laying around? Today was :( need a :)

unlike rabbits, a baby hare can run, fight, or flee almost immediately after birth.

[conjured-rabbit]

That's a new smell, Bunny, drifting a few blocks away from the scrapyard. Not predator, precisely, but clay and bone and hide. A person, presumably. Maybe? Bunny investigate?

Bunny texts Roxy before he does anything, then drifts in the direction of the smell with ears perked, keeping track of possible escape routes as he goes. He’s in a hooded flannel and jeans today, a backpack on his back, all in greys and browns.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Don’t go into the Flaming Skull bar, that’s a huge thing. And…eh, if you run into the Empress of the East Court, watch your ass. She’s loud dramatic. Not a bad person, but scary, real scary. Lessee, who else…some of the Winters play themselves real close to the chest, as a general rule, but they’re not ‘to avoid’, they’re just…Winter. Hard to read.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I have some - well one of my…one of my motleymates is Winter. We left together.” His smile brightens, talking about them. “What’s at…at the Flaming Skull, then?

[conjured-rabbit]

Bunny pauses to nibble on his food before answering.

“Hunters. There’s…a loose sort of peace between us and them; so long as no one causes trouble, they keep their attention on, like, vampires. People who actually are a threat to normal people. But part of that peace is that we don’t go busting into the Flaming Skull, and like. They don’t swarm Book’s or the Watchtower en masse. There’s actually one of them who’s done the Freehold several favors, because their day job is working as a contract lawyer, so when there was some bullshit oathery shit with the old Autumn Queen, she worked with the Spring Queen to help with loopholes and stuff.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Hunt - hunters?” Dorian actually pushes his chair back a little, his feathers bristling.

“Here? Doing fa-favors?” His voice is a low hiss, not loud enough to make a scene.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Yeah. Crazy, isn’t it?” Bunny grins. “I’m not lying to you, and you know that.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I know, that’s…that’s just…” his feathers are still all fluffed out. “That doesn’t happen.”

[conjured-rabbit]

“Not other places, yeah, no. You’re Autumn–are you curious enough to hang out and see it all in practice, for a few days?”

Bunny’s crooked grin is a date, a challenge.

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“We’ll see.” He shrugs, not willing to make any promises.

“Where’m gonna eh…gonna find the Autumn King, then?”

[conjured-rabbit]

“Neighborhood’s called Grimmick Alley, it feels spooky as fuck. Boss does that on purpose to keep people out, because it’s riddled with hedgegates. Store’s called Book’s. Take all the signage seriously, that’s your one warning. You’re looking for William Book. The toy store next door is the Spring Queen’s.”

[conjured-rabbit]

That's a new smell, Bunny, drifting a few blocks away from the scrapyard. Not predator, precisely, but clay and bone and hide. A person, presumably. Maybe? Bunny investigate?

Bunny texts Roxy before he does anything, then drifts in the direction of the smell with ears perked, keeping track of possible escape routes as he goes. He’s in a hooded flannel and jeans today, a backpack on his back, all in greys and browns.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Don’t go into the Flaming Skull bar, that’s a huge thing. And…eh, if you run into the Empress of the East Court, watch your ass. She’s loud dramatic. Not a bad person, but scary, real scary. Lessee, who else…some of the Winters play themselves real close to the chest, as a general rule, but they’re not ‘to avoid’, they’re just…Winter. Hard to read.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I have some - well one of my…one of my motleymates is Winter. We left together.” His smile brightens, talking about them. “What’s at…at the Flaming Skull, then?

[conjured-rabbit]

Bunny pauses to nibble on his food before answering.

“Hunters. There’s…a loose sort of peace between us and them; so long as no one causes trouble, they keep their attention on, like, vampires. People who actually are a threat to normal people. But part of that peace is that we don’t go busting into the Flaming Skull, and like. They don’t swarm Book’s or the Watchtower en masse. There’s actually one of them who’s done the Freehold several favors, because their day job is working as a contract lawyer, so when there was some bullshit oathery shit with the old Autumn Queen, she worked with the Spring Queen to help with loopholes and stuff.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Hunt - hunters?” Dorian actually pushes his chair back a little, his feathers bristling.

“Here? Doing fa-favors?” His voice is a low hiss, not loud enough to make a scene.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Yeah. Crazy, isn’t it?” Bunny grins. “I’m not lying to you, and you know that.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I know, that’s…that’s just…” his feathers are still all fluffed out. “That doesn’t happen.”

[conjured-rabbit]

"Not other places, yeah, no. You're Autumn--are you curious enough to hang out and see it all in practice, for a few days?"

Bunny's crooked grin is a date, a challenge.

[conjured-rabbit]

That's a new smell, Bunny, drifting a few blocks away from the scrapyard. Not predator, precisely, but clay and bone and hide. A person, presumably. Maybe? Bunny investigate?

Bunny texts Roxy before he does anything, then drifts in the direction of the smell with ears perked, keeping track of possible escape routes as he goes. He’s in a hooded flannel and jeans today, a backpack on his back, all in greys and browns.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Don’t go into the Flaming Skull bar, that’s a huge thing. And…eh, if you run into the Empress of the East Court, watch your ass. She’s loud dramatic. Not a bad person, but scary, real scary. Lessee, who else…some of the Winters play themselves real close to the chest, as a general rule, but they’re not ‘to avoid’, they’re just…Winter. Hard to read.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I have some - well one of my…one of my motleymates is Winter. We left together.” His smile brightens, talking about them. “What’s at…at the Flaming Skull, then?

[conjured-rabbit]

Bunny pauses to nibble on his food before answering.

“Hunters. There’s…a loose sort of peace between us and them; so long as no one causes trouble, they keep their attention on, like, vampires. People who actually are a threat to normal people. But part of that peace is that we don’t go busting into the Flaming Skull, and like. They don’t swarm Book’s or the Watchtower en masse. There’s actually one of them who’s done the Freehold several favors, because their day job is working as a contract lawyer, so when there was some bullshit oathery shit with the old Autumn Queen, she worked with the Spring Queen to help with loopholes and stuff.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“Hunt - hunters?” Dorian actually pushes his chair back a little, his feathers bristling.

“Here? Doing fa-favors?” His voice is a low hiss, not loud enough to make a scene.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Yeah. Crazy, isn’t it?” Bunny grins. “I’m not lying to you, and you know that.”

[conjured-rabbit]

That's a new smell, Bunny, drifting a few blocks away from the scrapyard. Not predator, precisely, but clay and bone and hide. A person, presumably. Maybe? Bunny investigate?

Bunny texts Roxy before he does anything, then drifts in the direction of the smell with ears perked, keeping track of possible escape routes as he goes. He’s in a hooded flannel and jeans today, a backpack on his back, all in greys and browns.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Don’t go into the Flaming Skull bar, that’s a huge thing. And…eh, if you run into the Empress of the East Court, watch your ass. She’s loud dramatic. Not a bad person, but scary, real scary. Lessee, who else…some of the Winters play themselves real close to the chest, as a general rule, but they’re not ‘to avoid’, they’re just…Winter. Hard to read.”

[red-feathers-and-bone]

“I have some - well one of my…one of my motleymates is Winter. We left together.” His smile brightens, talking about them. “What’s at…at the Flaming Skull, then?

[conjured-rabbit]

Bunny pauses to nibble on his food before answering.

“Hunters. There’s...a loose sort of peace between us and them; so long as no one causes trouble, they keep their attention on, like, vampires. People who actually are a threat to normal people. But part of that peace is that we don’t go busting into the Flaming Skull, and like. They don’t swarm Book’s or the Watchtower en masse. There’s actually one of them who’s done the Freehold several favors, because their day job is working as a contract lawyer, so when there was some bullshit oathery shit with the old Autumn Queen, she worked with the Spring Queen to help with loopholes and stuff.”

[conjured-rabbit]

That's a new smell, Bunny, drifting a few blocks away from the scrapyard. Not predator, precisely, but clay and bone and hide. A person, presumably. Maybe? Bunny investigate?

Bunny texts Roxy before he does anything, then drifts in the direction of the smell with ears perked, keeping track of possible escape routes as he goes. He’s in a hooded flannel and jeans today, a backpack on his back, all in greys and browns.

[conjured-rabbit]

“Don’t go into the Flaming Skull bar, that’s a huge thing. And...eh, if you run into the Empress of the East Court, watch your ass. She’s loud dramatic. Not a bad person, but scary, real scary. Lessee, who else...some of the Winters play themselves real close to the chest, as a general rule, but they’re not ‘to avoid’, they’re just...Winter. Hard to read.”