Bunnie

Phalinks

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Republicans are... pro-nazi?!? Say it ain't so.

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Me: Sonic.exe is dumb why is this so popular??

*listens to I Miss the Quiet*

Me: I stand corrected.

(I know why these people are like this)

I almost forgot I made a sqrlyjack kofi years ago. Hi weird horny hate donations I received in 2020 (why are these people like this)

I forgot where I was going with this. ok bye

Another thing is despite me being a "NSFW artist" who makes pp butt jokes, I kinda find myself falling more n more out of the whole "NSFW artist" thing. Not that I plan on goin prude or swearing off drawin self-indulgent smut of me n sally, but I don't see myself as a part of that whole world.

This is one thing that makes me not relate to many other trans women. It just is what it is, I'm weird and different.

I don't claim myself as nonbinary to any degree either cause at my core I'm not neither/both/between, n that don't make me better - I'm just a girl who sucks at it.

Like yeah, some folks would want it for their own sense of fulfillment n so on, n that's nice, good for them. But there's still this weird expectation. Of course, this conformity is more along the lines of assimilation - "trans but normal". It's a different and friendlier conformity than conversion.

You can tell this is old because Buntoine is there, but yea the sentiment still stands even though I expressed it in a silly jokey way.

It's mostly due to a feeling of conformity surrounding it, like I'm expected to find it desirable, n that how I am is "problematic" and "fetishistic".

what's a pirate's favorite sonic game

Sonic ARRRrrrrr

Been havin ideas for an alternate route for Rabbot the Red where it gets even worse n it's been in my head rent free so have some conceptual sketches.

- Bun

Artwork used internally at DIC Entertainment during the production of the Super Mario World cartoon, replacing Marge Simpson with Mario. According to a former DIC employee, this was made due to an inside joke at the studio, though the exact nature of the joke has been lost.

Fleetway Bunnie Rabbot

- Bun

this

4 panel comic Panel 1: A dad and his child watch a kids tv show featuring a big cuddly bear and a small cute dog (who is eating a pizza) Bear, gesturing to dog, says: This is Spot. They like pizza a lot. Panel 2: Dad, immediately incandescent with rage shouts: “They” Oh my God what the hell is this?? In a kids show??” Panel 3: Dad, now ascending on a wave of frothy fury points to his child and yells: This is gonna confuse you!! You won’t learn!! You’re gonna need therapy!! Panel 4: Therapist’s office. A therapist makes notes. The child, now an adult, lies on a couch and says: …And my dad would just start screaming at cartoons…

won’t somebody think of the childrennnn

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Tammy's scarecrow be like

I wanna do this to Bubsy

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my pet bunny Sundae when anything made of paper is within her reach

Frankly I don't think I've ever been much of a "feel-good content creator" n I think it's high time I just outright embrace it.

I ain't gonna pretend like I think anything is good right now. I don't have a very positive outlook on how things are. I feel like phoney bullshit garbage when I try to make something "feel-good". It's more than just Spooky season that has me feelin like shiftin gears more towards horror.

I found more joy in life this way.

I think I read that in a book somewhere idk

You have fattened your hearts in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous person. He does not resist you.

Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and self-indulgence.

Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming upon you. Your riches have rotted and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have corroded, and their corrosion will be evidence against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure in the last days.

let it be perfectly clear that I hope every single fascist feels what they made me feel tenfold.