Bonnie's Strike Out
Bonnie x Gen Reader
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Been craving some fresh Bonnie content so I made my own!
They/Them/nicknames
Similar to my VDL 🐊 story, so be warned.
Bonnie finds his bar hop cottontail nearly broken. How will he play with his prey?
Master List!
⚠️🔞 Implied/Aftermath noncon, kidnapping, hunters become the hunted
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Bonnie's ears flick, hearing something in the basement. Something had set him off, but he didn't quite know what. He slowed his steps, shifting his weight to his toes. Silently he crept further into the basement, stopping just outside a storage room door. His ears had picked up on the quiet cries halfway to the door. His nose wrinkled, as he stood still, listening to the crying within.
Then it clicked, he opened the door, slipping inside before shutting it quietly. His barhop cottontail was laying on the floor, turned away from him, facing the wall. Their shirt was stretched and ripped, holding it over their bottom as they softly cried, pants torn asunder and tossed to the side.
His nose twitched, catching the scent in the air. He ground his teeth, rage building inside him. Slowly he stepped up to them, kneeling down close to them.
"Cottontail." He whispered softly, startling his cottontail.
They turned to look at him, eyes red and puffy from their tears. They cried out, rolling over and grabbing onto his shirt, shaking violently. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around them, picking them up. He whispered to them softly, carrying them out of the storage room.
Their tears soaked his shirt, squeezing them tight, feeling them body shivering against him. He carried them to his room near the bar, using the back passage. Carrying them into his bathroom, he set them on the edge of the tub before turning the water on.
"Do you want me to stay or leave?" He questioned softly, kneeling before them, wiping their tears away.
After a moment of silence, he stood up, turning to leave. He felt a tug on his shirt. Turning back, he smiled softly, kneeling down before his cottontail. He hummed softly to them, pulling their shirt off before helping them into the tub. He tossed the shirt near the door.
"If you need me to leave, just tap me three times." He stood up, grabbing a washcloth off a shelf.
Kneeling back down, he gently washed his cottontail, singing a lullaby to them. A glimpse of a smile flashed on their face for a second as they smelled his shampoo.
"Smells like you." They croaked as he chuckled, pausing in his singing.
After rinsing and drying them off, he wrapped them in a towel that nearly swallowed them whole. He chuckled, wiping away a few stray tears before he picked them up, carrying them to his bed. Digging around in his closet he heard a soft thumping sound. Sticking his head out, he frowned, noticing his cottontail had fallen over, curling up. He quickly grabbed a band shirt, walking back over to them.
"How about we put this on you." Bonnie rested a hand on their shoulder, rubbing his thumb softly.
They groaned sitting up, shrugging the towel off them. Bonnie swiftly put the shirt on, pulling the towel away as they stood up, letting the shirt drop to their knees. He tugged the blanket back before they climbed back on the bed. Tossing the towel on the floor, he laid down beside them over the covers. Their tears returned as he laid a hand on their shoulder. Wiggling closer to Bonnie, quiet sobs wracked their body. Bonnie frowned, tucking them into his chest. He began humming once more, still singing long after his cottontail fell asleep.
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Bonnie's mind seethed with rage, sitting up from his cottontail. Carefully he climbed off the bed, picking the towel off the floor. Pulling his shirt off, he tossed both into a hamper before grabbing a clean shirt. Turning the lights down, he slipped out of the room, glancing at his cottontail once more.
Stepping out of the bowling alley, he sniffed the air, avoiding the people mingling in the plex. His nose twitched, grinding his teeth in frustration. He quickly walked through the plex, sniffing the air every few steps. His anger only grew, not finding the scent from the storage room. Picking up his steps, he absentmindedly ran into Freddy.
"Bonnie?" Freddy turns, looking at him.
The bear flinches, frowning as Bonnie's nose twitches again. Freddy grabs Bonnie's arm, pulling him to the side of the hallway.
"What happened?" Freddy whispered, glancing around.
"I'm on the hunt." Bonnie grinds his teeth, hissing at the bear.
Freddy's brow furrows, staring at him. "Why? Who was hurt?"
"My cottontail." He spits out.
The shock on the bear's face grew, fear showing in his eyes. Bonnie tugs his arm out of the bear's hold, stomping away.
Freddy quickly caught up to him, keeping in step. "Bonnie, I need to know. This must be reported."
"No, it will destroy my cottontail. And they've been through enough. I can handle it myself." He growled at the bear.
"Bonnie, you know the rules. They need to be-"
"No." Bonnie growls, turning to face the bear, cutting him off. "I'm taking matters into my own hands. My cottontail, my rules."
Freddy huffs, staring at Bonnie. "Be careful. I'll let it slip only once. But I need to know what happened." Freddy crosses his arms.
Bonnie hissed the words out, barely above a whisper. "They were attacked by my prey."
Freddy's eyes widened, ears flicking in shock. "W-what? How badly were they hurt? Are they safe now?"
Bonnie nods stiffly. "Yes, they're in my room sleeping. Don't go near them."
Bonnie turns, thumping away from the bear before he could speak again. Wandering through the plex, a scent catches his attention. He shifts his weight once more, tracking it down. Dodging guests, he makes his way through the plex, ending up in front of Roxy's Raceway.
He grinds his teeth, stepping into the attraction. The scent mingles with mechanical oils, nearly losing it. He sniffs again, tracking it around the Raceway, all the way to the shop. He stands before it, eyeing the employees within when Roxy walks up, raising a brow at him.
"What are you doing here?" She snarls, smiling at him.
Bonnie tilts his head, eyeing her grinning. "Really want to know?"
Roxy takes a step back, ears pinning down, a frown on her snout. "If it involves one of my pups, I need to know."
Bonnie laughs, turning his head to eye the employees again. "I tracked my prey here."
"What prey?" She asks hesitantly.
"The one that hurt my cottontail."
Her ears perk up, tail wagging slightly. "Who?"
"Not sure, I just made it here." Bonnie sniffs again, stepping into the shop.
Bonnie follows the scent, coming across an employee underneath a racecar, Roxy right behind. He kneels down, grabbing their leg, yanking them out from underneath. They yell from the shock, staring up at him. Their eyes widen for a second, before smirking.
"What the fuck's going on?"
"You." Bonnie grins.
"What?"
"Get your shit and leave. You've been terminated." Roxy places her hands on her hips, glaring down at the employee.
Cursing under their breath, they get off the ground. "Whatever."
Bonnie straights, watching them leave the shop. "Thanks, Rox."
"Anytime, hope your cottontail gets better soon." She sighs, sadness flashing through her eyes for a moment.
Bonnie nods, waving as he leaves the shop. Keeping an eye from a distance, watches his prey leave the attraction. Wandering out, he sniffs the air, keeping track of its scent. After a few minutes, well away from the Raceway, he silently trails behind. Finding a side passageway, he waits for the right moment.
"Follow me." He grins, catching up with his prey, nodding to the side passage.
The prey frowns, following him through the door. Barely letting the door close, he snaps, grabbing his prey over the mouth, slamming it into the wall. It squirms, trying to hit and kick him. He slams his knee into the prey's stomach.
"You hurt my cottontail." He grins, baring sharp incisors. "I don't forgive so easily."
Bonnie laughs, watching the fear in his prey's eyes. He turns his head, eyeing the security camera, winking at it. Keeping hold of his prey's face, digging his claws in, he drags it down the hallway. Through another door, down a flight of stairs, he finally ends up in front of the same storage room he found his cottontail in. Bonnie turns to look at his prey, watching the realization click in.
"As much as I'd love to have fun with you, my cottontail needs me more."
Bonnie drags them inside, grabbing wires and tape off a shelf. He binds his prey up, taping it's mouth shut. His prey trembles, tears pouring down it's face, struggling against its bonds.
"Stay here and be good." He pokes it's nose. "Everyone thinks you left so I can take my time."
Leaving the room, he locks the door. Making his way back to the bar, he stops to pick up a few pizzas. Back in his room, his cottontail was still sleeping. He smiled, setting the pizzas on his desk. Crawling under the covers, he pulled his cottontail into his chest, wrapping his body around them before he fell asleep.
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Stay Cruel Till The End - Theodore
Posted Mar 26 '22
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(For Last Legacy) M4 + other characters of your choice with some cute habits,features etc. you headcanon them have? Like in one of your headcanon posts you wrote Felix playing with his fingers when anxious,like its a nervous tick of his,do you have more stuff you imagine them possibly having?
I think the little things add to the characters
Characters are moshed together because I couldn't write them in order
Like you (and I) already mentioned, Felix plays with his fingers a lot.
Similarly I think both Anisa and Sage fiddle with their gloves, but Anisa moreso
Sage drums his fingers, usually to the beat of a lullaby he used to sing for Tulsi. She and Balsam are the only ones that recognize it.
Balsam brushes the tip of his tail over his palm(s) when he's thinking about something
Even when Scylla is drinking something other than wine she still holds it like a wine glass and swirls it. Force of habit.
Lucan uses Tulsi's head as an arm rest.
Saaros carries a lucky gem around in their pocket. Really it's just some random shiny thing Azimuth gave them because they worry so much but Saaros doesn't know that, they think it's enchanted
Florian likes to put fresh flower clippings in all the frequently-used rooms of Blackthorn
Rime unknowingly frosts the area around him when he's worried about something
Tulsi has to tuck her tail into her pants when she works and that's why you never see it. Call her cottontail and she'll cut you (or at least threaten to)
Sage does the slow blink thing cats do when he's happy
Elowen preens her hair a lot. Not because she cares how it looks (she knows it looks good) it's just her feline instincts kicking in
Does Astraea have pens or is it just quills? If they have pens Escell taps his when he does paperwork. If it's a quill he fluffs the feather against his wrist.
Ayanna doesn't even check if doors are open she just immediately goes to lockpicking.
Tulsi would be really good at The Knife Game because she that's how she tests her knife's sharpness.
Lucan bounces in his seat/in place
Does Astraea have cigarettes??? If so Escell and Scylla are lighting up. The smell is way too strong for any of the ilephtas.
Whenever Rime buys snacks he reflexively gets a second one for Felix
Saaros is terrible at remembering birthdays, including their own
Balsam likes to sneak up from behind and scare people
Lucan will pester someone until they pet him. Sorry. He loves headpats and ear rubs it calms him down.
Does weed exist on Astraea??? I think the Griefers would smoke that. Actually that's a lie the smell would kill them. I think the Griefers would do edibles
Apparently Bob Ross was a stoner so I think I can say Florian grows weed
Felix taps his feet
Anisa paces around everywhere
Rime doodles when he's trying to figure something out. What does he doodle? Flowers and plants and animals and the other Starsworn. One time he doodled a rather scandalous version of Sage shirtless and Sage found it and teased him for days. Rime threatened to stab him and Sage said Yeah He Knows Rime Wants To Penetrate Him 😏
I blame @evanox for all my Sage/Rime content btw. Good job on selling that to me Nyx
Anyways onwards and upwards
Sage and Elowen are both afraid of heights. One time they went on a bridge with Lucan and he started shaking the bridge and they freaked the fuck out and were clinging to the ropes. Beat Lucan up afterwards but it was totally worth it
I think that when ilephtas feel more acute emotions, their animal instincts are stronger. Sage purring when he's happy, Tulsi's nose twitching when she's frustrated, Balsam kicks his leg when he's anxious, Elowen is constantly looking around to defend her territory, Lucan tends to freeze for a second if people look at him, Rime will keep watch while his friends are eating, and Ayanna flicks her tail when she's annoyed
Anisa carries sweets/snaccs, both to snack on and to give to others to snack on.
Sage gets bored when he's cooking so he dances around a lot.
The more dramatic Felix is acting, the better of a mood he's in.
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intro post i guess..
my name is gasp, i use it/its. both mun and muse are 18+ and i’d prefer it if only 18+ peeps interact due to potential mature themes. general tw for gore and nsfw content
i’m not new to rp, but i’m v new to tumblr rp and fandom rp in general - i may still be missing some contexts and whatnot so i apologize in advance! i’m not super selective (as long as you’re a dbd blog you’re game) so feel free to drop starters in my inbox. i always try to respond with art so if i take a while to get to your ask it’s because i’m trying to make something for it lol
99.9% of the art i use will be my own, but if it’s not i will credit when necessary
please don’t ask me to erp. i don’t know if that’ll be an issue but please just don’t try it (i’m alright with nsfwish asks and nsfw in general but i don’t erp and it will make me uncomfortable if initiated)
i am sensitive to surprise gore/violence in rp so please talk to me b4 trying to spring it on me.. i know thats a bit silly considering my interests but i just like to have a sense of control over what happens to me/my muse. ocs and crossovers are fine with me! i’m not much of a shipper and don’t plan to initiate ships but i do enjoy them a lot, you can absolutely give it a shot if you want
exclus/discourse, k*nk, pr*ship blogs please do not interact. ik problematic content is probably a given considering the themes of dbd in general but i cannot handle it for personal reasons, it will 100% trigger me so all i ask is that you tag/warn your content and blog accordingly
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#bunny’s reflection - ic posts, art, stuff related to my muse
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basic muse bio/headcanons below the cut
ANNA.
- goes almost exclusively by “the huntress”, being referred to as “anna” confuses her a bit as she isn’t use to it — though she does respond to it. nicknames like “annie” or “ann” are outright ignored by her if it’s coming from people she doesn’t know/isn’t all that fond of.
- physically around late 20s to early 30s. she doesn’t have a birthday as she doesn’t know what day she was born (and if she did she wouldn’t care anyway), so she doesn’t have an exact age. she is over 7′5 or so with a muscular build.
- sapphic-coded, she displays a heavy positive bias towards women and fem aligned people in general. there are exceptions, but very few of them
- she can understand english but she does not speak it. translations will always be provided when necessary (i am not russian, i will do my best to make translations accurate but mistakes are inevitable with me)
- she behaves motherly - or at least, she attempts to. she cooks, offers trinkets and lullabies to whoever she grows fond of, no matter if they reciprocate or not
- her general lack of social skills makes her.. not the best conversationalist, so she may have odd mannerisms, reactions and speaking patterns when being spoken to. she is used to being alone.
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