#therapywiths

[musicmushi]

I decided to draw some bunnies. i drew Max @askcocky, and lago Mushi before so it was a bit more familiar territory. I’ve never ever tried @therapywiths or Olivar before though so I hope they don’t look too rotten lol

Hope this is cool and y’all are doin alright!

[flatticello]

A short while later, Fabrice’s ship pulled into the hangar bay of the station S and the others were at.  He shakily settled the ship down, pulled the handles, and pushed the buttons needed to power everything down.  He was greeted by a parking robot upon exiting the ship and after a slight argument about parking fees, he asked where he could find S.  Thankfully, that went more smoothly, and soon the Chilzumi found himself face-to-face with Lyndi’s friend once again.

“S!  Oh thank goodness... it feels like forever since I set out to find you...”  He glanced at his watch.  “Oh gods, it’s been about three weeks...”

[flatticello]

A holonet message arrives from S: "Fabrice! Is Lyndi in jail!? Please get back to me when you can and let me know what's going on."

Fabrice woke up slowly from the bed in his ship when he heard the message alert begin to ping.  Yawning, trying to force his eyelids open, he stumbled to the pilot’s chair and sat down, activating his mailbox.  He was pretty sleepy until he saw the name in the sender’s bar: S.  Nearly falling out of his chair, he flailed forward, slamming his hand on the button to listen to the message.

Panting, he called the number back.  Not wasting time with greetings, or worrying about his haggard appearance, he plowed directly into the heart of his call, the words spilling out of his mouth more frantically than he’d ever spoken in his life.

“S!  Thank Angyalka, I thought I’d never reach you! I tried looking for the Peacock but I couldn’t find your ship!  My baby sister’s in jail and I don’t know what to do and you guys are the only ones I knew to look for!”

[asklyndi]

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((Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

Ahhh man, so many favorite moments… Well, you all pretty much could guess that I like anything heart-related, so any moments with Lyndi listening to Cocky’s heart–or vice versa :D–would be included on that list… but to make things interesting, one of my favorite moments that does NOT involve that scenario would have to be… the night with the hot tub and when Cocky found out about the fever kiss.  While Cocky and Lyndi were sorting things out, poor S was just trying to deal XD Too much drama on the Peacock.

Though to be fair, I love when the Tripod gets together and does stuff.  Those are my favorite RPs.  The three of them have such great chemistry together as a solid unit of friends :3))

[asklyndi]

Holonet message from S: Have you heard from Cocky at all? I sent him the message about his birthday party and I still haven't heard back

Lyndi’s phone, just barely hanging on with its diminished battery in the prisoner item holding bay, pitifully buzzes.

But the message reached more than just her phone.

Back at Lyndi’s house, Fabrice and Émile had gotten the word about what had happened to Lyndi.

And Fabrice was, for the second time in his life, at a total loss.  He wandered around the house aimlessly, heading to Lyndi’s room.  Staring at her chair, he eventually fell face-first into it, bumping the mouse on the desk.  Her screen jumped out of sleep mode.

His exhausted eyes looked up, trying to focus on the display.  That’s when he saw the unread message from S.

He sat bolt upright.  “S… the Peacock…”  Without another word, he dashed out of the room, only stopping by his room to grab his shoes and coat.  In a matter of seconds, he was out the door.

[asklyndi]

hey lindy did u now cocky and s are being chased by blood thirsy thugs

… Well, no, I didn’t.  Not until you said something.  And now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about, thank you.  *heads over to nightstand and picks up the heart-shaped locket, holding it close*

[asklyndi]

Lyndi receives a text message from S: 'Hey Lyn, want to see a super funny pic of Cocky making the tourists faint with his brand-new swimsuit at Ipanema Beach?'

Lyndi stands frozen, hands shaking, sweat running down the side of her forehead. “Please don’t be a thong, please don’t be a thong, please don’t be a thong…”  She types in her response.  “Uh… sure?  Wait, you guys are on vacation?”

[bushido-bunny]

Anonymous Asks: Traditional wisdom says you should never meet your hero. Let's put that saying to the test. M!A: Oli's favorite comic book samurai bunny now stands before him.

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askolivar :

Olivar blinked with his eyes, seeing Usagi standing in front of him. Carefully taking a step closer, he reached out with his hand to touch the Lago standing in front of him, checking whether this was real or just an illusion.

The ronin’s eyes narrowed as he stared along the edge of his blade which he leveled with the gigantic snake before him. The serpent flicked his tongue ominously at the hare between his wickedly sharp teeth, tasting the hare’s scent in the air - deliciously flavored with adrenaline and sweat from having fought his way through the ninja stronghold. For the moment the pair was alone, but Hebi knew that more of his Neko Ninja would soon be joining the fray and tonight they would feast on rabbit stew.

“For too long you have been a thorn in my side, vagabond.” The lord’s eyes narrowed, vertical pupils contracting until they were little more than a sliver of black which broke apart the vibrant crimson of his eye.

“And you have been a thorn in the side of the shogunate and of all the goodly lords of these lands. Your path to power which has been cruelly paved with the blood of countless innocents ends here, Hebi!”

With that the samurai charged forward, Yagi No Eda leading the way. A fierce shout of “Ryaaaaaaaaah!” pierced the air as he closed the distance between he and his enemy, but suddenly and without warning the world around him blurred. He felt less than substantial and the image of his hated enemy faded from his vision.

He could not say how long he was in this state of, what could only be described as, non being. It could have been the span of a heartbeat or it could have been a millennium, but when the world once again seemed to shift into focus he knew that he was not any longer in the throne room of Lord Hebi, but rather in a somewhat lavishly decorated room, a young hare reaching towards him with an out stretched paw.

He backed up a step or two, still disoriented and extremely confused, but immediately lowering his katana. He looked down at the rabbit before him and asked in a voice filled with concern and in his native tongue, “Where am I? Where is Hebi?”