hello! to me, on my dash, you are the bunny person. i, at work, have recently come into some fantastic bunny images. one of my coworkers has a farm, and two (probably more at this point, but at one point two) parent rabbits. so i get to hang out with tiny babies at work now!!!
barnaby, the biggest of them all, abt a month old, loved to walk around my desk and eat cables (he did not actually eat any cables, hes tiny and i am strong) :
telemachus "telly", smaller of the month old crew, literally just wanted to sleep in my hand or in the basket, and the dude i got to keep with me the whole day!!
and finally... maya, who is TWO WEEKS OLD. shes super energetic but just falls asleep in your hand or (in one case) a shirt pocket. she ran around my desk, peed on my computer (it was fine), opened a new email draft (a young professional), and is so so small. like so small. absolute baby of a bunny.
i hope u enjoy these bunny images! have a great day, embrace cuteness, youre a cool person!!!
- grin, from bunnyland
JOEY EDIT: Oh! Tumblr mobile doesn’t tell me when I get submissions but Grin, I adore these so much! They’re all perfect in every single way! Thank you! 💜💙💜 Please tell all of them that I love them!
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Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.
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Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.
“Sam, why am I even here?”
“Suck it up, Casper.”
“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.
Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”
“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”
Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”
Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”
“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”
They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L
“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.
After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.
It was just a photo.
But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.
Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.
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“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”
Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.
“Uhm. I’m good.”
Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”
Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”
As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.
“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”
Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”
“Oh, if you want!”
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Herobrine Sheet
I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THE FROM THE FOG MOD
He’s a little freak ass. He’s adorable. I hate him. If he ever disappeared I would burn all my builds.
I’ve decided I like the glitch skin the best, and wanted to capture his awkward and mischievous attitude in his design (deliberately separate from my fic series design of HB [though that isn’t to say I won’t take inspo from this one and apply it to the fic HB]). He stands kinda stiff and slanted, and has a constant squinty-eye for no other reason than I love him.
He can’t speak, so his little “h h h”s that he’s doing in the drawing is like a breathy, quiet laugh.
Also yeah that’s supposed to be a redstone torch — still figuring out how to do lighting for those
Also also … the way I’m already crafting a little story out of my interactions with FtF. But, while I want to write it, I’m not sure how to do it in regards to my sona? Do I just write it as myself? Or create a different character as a stand-in? Unsure yet, or if I’ll even commit to a mini-fic, but we’ll see
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One thing about brain fog that I don't really hear mentioned is how it makes conversations and hanging out with friends so hard, like there have been so many times I've been hanging out with friends and they're telling me something but I just can't comprehend it because of brain fog, or I can't think of anything to say to keep conversation flowing so I end up sitting there in silence, or how there are so many activities and games that I just can't join in on because my stupid brain won't cooperate.
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