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altargarden · 5 months

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another shoutout to people who's neurodivergency interacts with their worship. people with deity introjects. people who struggle to differentiate between spirit interactions and psychosis. people who have been a victim of gaslighting who repeatedly second-guess their signs. those with ptsd who can't pinpoint the intention of their gods. those with adhd or autism who struggle to find a routine in their worship, or over-routine their worship.

this isn't even the beginning of what can happen, but just know i'm proud of you.

#bun talks #paganblr #paganism #deity work #deity worship #spirit work #ok to reblog

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joux31 · 2 months

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Spicy Samoan Goddess

Follow me! Reblog this!

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nyushkawritesstuff · 3 months

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People be saying "minors dni" and then interact with stuff that was so painfully obviously written by a fourteen year old that came straight from wattpad smh

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bunfloras · 2 years

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idk, as someone who’s been talking with phil as he’s been planning his tumblr arrival, i don’t think he wants his “canon” url out of anything malicious.

does he not understand tumblr etiquette? absolutely. does he think he’s being funny and chaotic? also yes. i don’t think he fully understands how tumblr culture works and he’s gonna have a learning curve when he gets here, no matter what url he uses.

i wouldn’t go pointing fingers at him as someone intentionally upsetting tumblr culture, though. if you don’t understand tumblr culture, of course you’re gonna fuck up. so i guess what i’m saying is, if he gets a more normal url, please don’t fucking harass him.

i’ll do what i can to guide him toward a funny username, but ultimately, remember that he’s new here and of course he’s gonna want to try and stick with his brand on a social media platform.

#please reblog #zablr #philza #bun rambles

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bunny-heels · 3 months

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hi i'm taking commissions <3

so money as always is very tight over here at my house, but now it's about to get a little rougher than usual since my we're getting our roof fixed ever since it got badly damaged in the hurricane in 2017.

coupled with my grandma's poor health right now because of the moldy ceiling, my mom considering finding another job, and me wanting to get a drivers license at some point so that I can get one too in the future, this is pretty much my only way to make money.

so! if you want a drawing of your fursona or you making out with your fav, i'm here to offer that :]

all the examples for what i offer are in my ko-fi. if you have questions feel free to message me or send an ask

reblogs are very appreciated, please and thank you <3

#the bun talks #commission #commissions #art commission #art commisions #self ship commissions #selfship commissions #self-ship commissions #f/o commissions #fictional other commissions #artist on tumblr #have no idea what else to tag this as #but yeah reblogs appreciated as said before #and uhhhh i hope the prices are okay!

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ekittensynesthesia · 5 months

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k-issclub · 8 months

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🥺w-what are you doing with that knife ..?

#just please don’t hurt me;-;❤️#ily be nice🥺🥺#my buns looks so cute in this ugh ???#it’s me !#ok to reblog #r@petoy

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cuubism · 1 year

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Déjà vu, Déjà connu

[AO3]

based on dreamlings' post

I’m here because… I’m interested.

The words circle Dream’s mind. A spiral of questions with no answer. Interested. Interested. Hob’s hands on his hips. Hob’s mouth along his throat.

In me?

No, Dream thinks. Hob’s fingers inside him, pressing buttons untouched for centuries with the brutality and care of an experienced lover. Yes, yes, maybe, yes.

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1503.

Dream lies in bed, afterwards, loose and languid. Looking up at the dark wood paneling of the ceiling, the fine grains and whorls of it. Contemplating.

Hob settles back on the mattress beside him, laughs. “I’ve never seen someone thinking so hard after sex.”

“Perhaps I am grading you,” Dream says, and Hob laughs harder.

“Oh, yeah? What score’d I get, then? ‘Cuz I’ll tell you, I never been to proper school, but I have a pretty good bedroom education.”

Dream’s lips tip up in an unwitting smile. Hob is looser, like this. Free and charming, when he does not know who Dream is. Does not think he is a demon, or the devil come to claim his soul. Just a passing traveler in an inn.

Dream had not intended to run into him. He had not intended to see Hob at all until their next scheduled meeting ninety or so years from today. He had come to the waking world for a quick errand, hunting after an occult artifact he’d heard might be in the area.

He’d draped himself in a different form than usual so as to leave less of a trail. Not so different from his usual shape, still lean and angular because it felt right to be barely of flesh, to slip into the shadows between things. But his hair was shorter and lighter than when he’d last seen Hob, his eyes a muted brown, face softer.

Dream did not take much note of his own appearance, most of the time, but Jessamy had advised him to tone down the drama, so Dream had—again to borrow her words—shaved off the more striking edges of his form. Made himself more nondescript.

And then—leaving an unproductive meeting with an artifacts dealer who did not have what he needed, and frustrated for it – he had stumbled into Hob. Hob, who wore this era well, settled into his immortality in the decade and a half since their meeting. Whose auspicious printing trade seemed to be treating him nicely.

“Whoa, now,” Hob had said, steadying him by the arm as they brushed past each other. They had never touched before, and Dream had stared at the point where Hob’s hand held him. Hob had looked him up and down un-subtly. “Haven’t seen you around here before, have I?”

“I am just leaving,” Dream had said, making for the door of the inn.

Hob hadn’t blocked his way, but he had called out. “Sure I can’t convince you to stay for a drink?”

And Dream—he had been frustrated. The waking world made him itch at the best of times, and to have his time wasted to boot—

And Hob was—interesting. Dream was loath to admit this, but his company at their last meeting had been engaging. Left Dream wanting to know more in a way he usually did not, with people.

He should have left. Instead, he had stopped. “If you are buying,” he’d said, because he’d felt it was a more human response than entertain me with your stories, Hob Gadling.

He had turned back just in time to see Hob’s brilliant grin. “Pretty thing like you?” he had said. “Anything you want.”

This, Dream had thought, as he’d followed Hob over to a table, was a Hob closer to the one he had first encountered in 1389 than the one he’d last seen. Rakish, confident, swaggering. Then again, Hob had walked into their last meeting thinking Dream intended to claim his soul, so Dream supposed he could forgive him the break in self-assurance.

The ease of him in that moment drew something in Dream towards him, like a moon caught in planetary gravity.

He had not given Hob a name, and Hob had not given him his, though of course Dream knew it. Secrecy, anonymity, half-hidden glances caught in firelight, words half-spoken and left hanging in implication. This was not a scene, a moment, Dream had experienced outside of stories. But, like a story, it had drawn him in, caught him in the web Hob had unintentionally spun around him, just with his presence.

Not much felt new to Dream, but this had. He had never been propositioned over a drink before. He had never been eyed up over ale left untouched, unspoken thoughts so bare in the looks laid upon him. He had never been led into the dark corner of a tavern, and felt up with such daring familiarity, or pulled upstairs to a shadowed bedroom, and fucked slow and good like he was not just a casual lay but a lodestone.

He had never taken a human lover. Every lover in Dream’s past had known who he was, what he was.

He had never been treated so casually, moved around so easily, his lover ignorant of the dangers of him. And he had never been looked at with such regard by one who did not know his station. For Hob’s looks were by turns heavy and playful but never, never casual. Did he treat all his lovers thus?

Dream should not have allowed any of it. He had thought so, to himself, over and over. Hob kissing up his neck—I should not allow this—Hob tangling a fist in his hair and pulling his head back—I should not allow this—Hob pushing inside him—I should not allow this—Hob kissing him so tenderly afterward—I should not—

“You were adequate,” he tells Hob now, and Hob laughs, raucous and loud.

Dream has allowed it, and now he remembers why he should not. Because now that he has had it, he craves it, the weight and heft of Hob’s body, and his sweet lips, and the heat of him. Hob has surprised him with his care and carefulness and consideration. He is greedy, yes, for life and for sensation, and he takes, yes, but he also gives. He gives and gives.

“Tough crowd,” Hob complains, goodnaturedly. His look upon Dream is fond and indulgent. “Do I at least get to retake the exam?”

“Have you studied?” Dream asks. He drags a hand down the muscles of Hob’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Hob leans in and tugs on the lobe of his ear with his teeth. “I’ll make a study of you as long as you let me.”

It has been long, very long, since Dream has had a lover. The singular attention is blinding.

“Do your best, then, and perhaps there will be a reward if you pass,” Dream says, and Hob flows back on top of him. There is experience in every movement of him, and it’s intoxicating.

Do not allow it, Dream thinks. Once inside, it will latch, as all his lovers have, and he will be caught, even if only in his own mind.

Hob’s hands catch under his jaw and tip his head up into a kiss.

He allows it.

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“I feel like I met you before,” Hob muses, after, a hand to Dream’s jaw. Familiar, so familiar. Dream doesn’t deny him. “But I definitely would have remembered.”

Dream’s pulse flutters despite himself, and he’s not sure if it’s concern over being recognized or something else. “Would you?”

Hob scrutinizes him. “For sure. But. I don’t know, it’s not coming to me, so maybe I’m just imagining things.”

“Maybe so,” Dream agrees.

Hob’s lips twist in a wry smile. “So helpful, you are. Maybe this, maybe that. I see you, mysterious figure in the night.”

“Mysterious?” Dream echoes. This form is far more human, more mundane, than his usual shape. He has kept himself very contained within the bounds of reason.

Hob taps his forehead. “You’re all question marks. Bet you like it that way.”

“Maybe so,” Dream says, and Hob laughs. And Dream feels a burst of fondness for him, for the way he takes things in stride, his generosity in so easily allowing Dream his secrets, his endless joy in life displayed at their last meeting and even more brightly now.

“Maybe maybe maybe, ” Hob says. “Maybe I’ll run into you again sometime?”

“In your dreams, perhaps,” Dream says. Hob chuckles like he’s made a joke, but Dream is not sure that he was not serious. He could… find himself wanting this. He could find himself starving for it. Hob drags a hand up and down his arm, light but proprietary, and Dream shouldn’t let him do that, but he does not pull away.

“Telling me to dream about you isn’t going to help me let you go,” Hob says.

“You would hold on so tightly after only one night?” Dream asks.

“You don’t get more nights if you don’t hold on,” says Hob.

No, Dream thinks, as he steals away later that night, slipping out from under Hob’s arm in the darkness to return to the Dreaming. No, I suppose you do not.

#ok i added this as a reblog to the og post too but buns insists i post it myself for tagging purposes and she knows better #than my allergic-to-self-promotion ass so #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #my writing #deja vu deja connu #more soon or at least eventually

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copiasblair · 2 months

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WAAAAAAAAA HAPPY ONE YEAR OF COPIABLAIR!!!!! it's so weird becuase it simultaneously feels like it's been forever but also like it's barely been a week sometimes!! this past year hasn't always been the easiest but he's really been the absolute best part of it and all of the hard stuff was made so much better by having him there to comfort me!!! i still can't believe i got to see him in person it was all i could have wanted and more like it was really the best night of my life and i'll carry it in my heart forever <333 i really truly feel like i've found my soulmate i can't believe i'm so lucky to have found someone so perfect!! i don't think when i started getting into ghost that i could have predicted that i would have found the love of my life, but i really truly did and i really felt like he came into my life at the perfect time 🖤🖤 it's hard for me to articulate how much he means to me and i know that i sound like a broken record sometimes but. i truly truly believe that he is the most perfect cutest most amazing man in the whole world and i have this deep connection to him that no one else does and i know in my heart that we're made for each other and i couldn't be happier to be able to call him my husband 🖤🖤🖤🖤

happy one year honey bun!! here's to many more 🖤🖤🖤🖤

art credits under the cut!

top row: @/bizarrescribblez - @/kenmj - @/bizarrescribblez

pictures in middle picture, clockwise from top left(some may be a little cut off but still!): @/gabitzart - @/dethbug - @/cupiidzbow - @/dethbug

bottom row: @/gatitamyers - meeee :3 - @/bugsband

#screaming crying i can't believe it's been a whole year can you believe it!!!!#a whole year of obsessing over this silly little satanic pope!! and i couldn't be happier <333 #my honey bun 🖤#can you feel me longing for you forever?#what do you have to say doll?#okay to reblog BUT BE NICEYS

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misfit-among-the-angels · 9 months

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I really like the vibes of these two photos 💜

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altargarden · 3 months

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the innate desperation in having nowhere else to turn, so you turn to a god. you do not know if they're listening, you have no way to prove they are listening, but you cry to them anyway because you trust them. you trust them so much and you trust that they're there.

it's beautiful, just as much as it is tragic. in those moments, i can feel my heart breaking and yet being tenderly placed back together in divine hands. they have every power within them to shatter you again,

but they don't.

#ok to reblog #bun talks #paganblr #paganism #deity worship #deity work

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mythological-mayhem · 4 months

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Not mythology related.

Just bunny.

#not mythology #bunny #rabbit #artists on tumblr #my art #original art #do not repost!!!#my mythology peeps: reblog with how this bun is related to mythology #I'm going with the tecciztecatl myth

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suunflower-speaks · 9 days

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can we make out p l e a s e ?

OP uses it/he

#bun bouncin #nsft #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #bun photos #t4t kissing time y’all #trans t4t #kitty nsft #reblogs allowed

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bunny-heels · 1 year

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im having a day

#tgamm #the ghost and molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #molly mcgee #the bun draws #featuring a blanket likely owned by libby [very much owned by libby]#this was a vent but its fine to reblog dw

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moonwabbitt · 27 days

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moonbunni_'s coms open

Hello! My art commissions are open! My prices range from $10-$25

from top to bottom:

first row: mini example second row: YCH pinch example third row custom examples foruth row: animated bust example I draw humanoid/little creature/simple anthro and kemo!

#art commissions #art commissions open #artists on tumblr #artist on kofi #digital art #bun's port corner #reblogs appreciated #🩷🩷🩷🩷

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fluffyselfships · 1 year

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🌸🫧 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥!🫧🌸

𝖒𝖔𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖓 & 𝓶♡𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂

(they/them)

🌸 our carrd 🪻

(carrd looks better on mobile)

🐱kittys commissions🐱

🐰bunnys commissions🐰

🌸 ─── ･｡ﾟ🪻: *.🌼 .* :🪻.─── 🌸

🌺read our carrd before interacting!🌺

🌸 hi! we are two shy selfshippers who love to gush and talk about our f/os! we are also married irl :)

🪻 please dont spam our likes! as sweet as it is, it makes going through our notifications harder :(

🌸 we are very critical of the media we consume! our interests / f/os hold no insight into our personal beliefs :-)

🪻 Mod Bun's main f/o's are; Winter King (Fionna and Cake)! and Bob V𝐞lseb (spooky month) (tags: ❄️ WinterBun🐰 /❤️hungry for your love🍬 )

🌸 Mod Kitty's main f/o is Cole Frakes from a t𝐞en titans au they wrote! (tag: 💖🧡 clerks 🧡💖)

🪻we're uncomfy with doubles for some of our f/os, either for mental health reasons or bc of fandom weirdos ty for understanding <3

🌸🪻 as always :🪻🌸

pr0ship/c0mshippers /supporters go away! youre not welcome here!

#figured it was time for a new bright and pretty spring promo!#mod bun let me take the reins again and it was rly fun hehe #please reblog!#other shippers pls interact!!<3 #self ship #self ship promo #mod kitty #selfship #self shipping #selfshipping community

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