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cinna-bunnie · 1 year

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hiii idk what i want my pinned to be lol. ૮ – ﻌ–ა whatever just don't be weird or ask me to tag anything ✌🏾 i block very flippantly so don't take it personally. sissies and chasers are insta-blocked though, please do not waste my time.

👼🏾 Pisces/Virgo/Aquarius. Im an enby trans gal. I'm bi and a sex-positive ace ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა nice to meet u

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✋🏾🤨 also (adding this retroactively) getting this out of the way now; do not call me a sub or a bottom, this is disrespectful and overly familiar of you and it will result in an instant block; I'm no longer giving corrections or warnings about this, y'all are way too comfortable telling other ppl who've never shown you any sexual interest to begin with what they are. I'm a top/dom leaning switch/vers but as far as y'all are concerned that's top/dom only.

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pinning these bc they're very cute and my favorite version of my fursona so far ♡⁠

drawn by @cimicherrychanga

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different tags i use which are added to the bottom of my pinned.

• my face, my body, fave, fav: self explanatory; body tag is nsfw

• reference, ref: helpful stuff to come back to

• me, me as hell: stuff i find relatable

• 🐇, 🐇💕: bunny girl mood, not necessarily about the bunny girl experience it just vibes with my heart in a way that's different from everything else that Also vibes with my heart

• my art, i make music sometimes (: : i draw, make music and make chokers! i usually just share my chokers (i don't take commissions right now i just do art for fun)

• bandit posting: my cat :3 she's not even 1

• banditcore: posts that make me think of her ♡⁠

• cinematic masterpiece: videos i think are 🤌🏾✨

and other miscellaneous tags

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septembersghost · 3 years

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in today's installment of ongoing winchester derangement dreams (okay, to be fair, i've only written one other one down, but this is some sort of tangled brain saga, working through issues, fully losing it, who's to say? dialogue and actions are off-kilter and hazy in dreams, but this was particularly vivid, so it’s as accurate as i could record it from my mind.)

I was in the bunker (in the "deancave", I assume?), watching...the Grammys (going to blame this on falling asleep reading a predictions article). Sam was in the other room, doing research on something. I hear the front door open and Dean announce he's back with food, and yell, "I'm in here!"

he walks in, looks from me, to the television, and back again, and says, "what are you doing?"

"watching the Grammys?"

in the most offended tone he says, "without me?"

I, apparently unaware he wanted any part of this, flip the blanket that's draped over my lap aside and gesture for him to sit. he hands me a salad and grumbles something about how they're letting me stay in their house and I don't even have the decency to eat real food, and does he really need another Sam on his hands? (hurtful! affectionate? unclear lol) and I promise next time he can get me something terrible.

Taylor comes on to perform, and she's doing a medley of mirrorball and invisible string (my brain being so good to me! two of my favorites which I absolutely do not expect her to sing), her gown is pale green and woodland fairy-esque, and the stage is all glittery, and there's a big mirrorball spinning above casting fractals all over the theatre, and she has shimmering, twirling silk ribbons, and acrobats on trapezes suspended by glowing gold wires. it's beautiful, I wish you could all see it. she's in the bridge of mirrorball (and they called off the circus, burned the disco down...) when the power goes out. the emergency safety lights, the red ones, do not come on, so we're plunged into darkness. I hear a, "what the hell?" under his breath, and then louder, "Sam?"

Sam responds from the other room, "don't worry, I have my cell, I'll find us some flashlights."

I ask, "what kind of monster could knock out the power?" and Dean says, "maybe we'll get lucky and it'll just be the storm." (in that moment, as happens in dreams, I realize the weather is bad.)

when Sam comes in, he tosses Dean a flashlight, and Dean asks if he still has internet access on his phone. sure, he has data. "can we borrow it?" and Sam just stares at us for a second, and then goes, "seriously? shouldn't we be checking this out?" "she's gonna miss Album of the Year!" (wait...a sweetheart...) Sam gives us a face, but hands his phone over, and Dean pulls up a livestream. Sam goes to investigate the circuits and the electrical room.

we're huddled over his phone screen, when he says from the hallway, "Dean...I think there's something scratching at the front door."

Dean sighs, takes a swig out of the bottle in his hand, and stands up. suddenly I have this image of the lights back on, and the map table, and a pool of red flowing across it. I reach up and grab the sleeve of his flannel so tightly and quickly as he's moving to walk away that I partially yank it off. he turns around to look at me.

"Dean, if I ask you to do something, will you?"

he says, "because you're so good at listening to me?" (this is definitely a dig at my previous dream, where I decidedly did not listen to him and nearly got myself killed.) then he seems to notice some level of fear in my face and says, "you know I will." (/sob)

"whatever you do, whatever you hear, you cannot let Sam open the door."

"why?"

"just trust me."

he sits back down and puts a hand on my shoulder, my fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt, and calls out, "Sammy---"

Sam comes back in, "yeah?"

Dean pivots to face him, and I still have the phone (awards ceremony forgotten) in my other hand, the only light source, its eerie whitish blue illuminating his profile as he glances at his brother. we hear a sound that's almost like a baby crying, but...not. it's too hoarse. I see his jaw clench, and the light makes his eyes glisten in the dark.

his voice is calm, measured, low.

"don't open the door." *** and that's all i remember goodBYE

#let me tell you what #too much swiftienatural content...warps the mind #cassie #i almost sent this directly to you and only to you but why deprive the universe of the depths of my insanity #bubble wrap around my heart #they're very much themselves but slightly to the left of true character in my dreams as if they are themselves with less trauma #i am officially tagging it and retroactively adding it to the other post #winchester derangement syndrome #oh i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland #i guess maybe i'm psychic in this world? which is how i know events and specific things about them #it's also really funny because all three of our vibes are...warm and friendly but also tenously indescribable #the first time i definitely knew Something Bad was chasing me but now i'm less certain #did i get lost and they're helping me? is something after me and they're hiding me? were we friends growing up? did we meet on a case?#did i do what annie and i have been joking about and figure out a barrier spell to knock down the walls between worlds #so that *i* can protect *them* and that's why i'm there with my bizarre visions?#i have yet to figure out why i'm there or exactly what's going on #dean just wants to feed me and have me safe apparently. which is fitting. he was NOT happy with me last week #but things felt a little weird and tense with sam and me in this one bc of awkwardness happening in the previous dream? lol they're episodic #i woke up and typed this all out immediately a few hours ago while it was fresh so i wouldn't forget it #help 🥴💕#spn for ts #long post

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