#bun gun!

[eliashirsch]

Mav, somewhere on the other side of the world: *gets texted a photo of ice creating an ocean with his tears* the hell?

Slider: your man is sad

Goose, who's used to dealing with Mav throwing a tantrum every time Ice is away: match made in fucking hell, i say

based on this post i saw lol

[sharb]

Bun n' Gun, Development update #182 - New Title Preview

Been doing a lot of polish this past week, cleaning up a lot of bugs and errors, but I did get to redo the title screen a bit, preparing it for the next SAGE expo, thought it was a bit more interesting then the pan scroll from the old demo

[lesbiradshaw]

phoenix + hands because i’m gay

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

I don't care what anyone else says, this is the only legitimate way to propose to the love of your life:

[404sketches]

Funny clown emitting hundreds of rads of silliness Do not approach

A little gift for @magnificentmicrowave

[sharbart]

Felt like trying Bun in another art style

[rennyrose]

“Haha big teddy bear man” *me remembering that Liv more than likely has a /way/ higher body count than Raz* “Haha-“

[sonichedgeblog]

'Bun N' Gun' (Original Demo) by FirenGames Explore and run around Wilder West! https://sonicfangameshq.com/forums/showcase/bun-n-gun-24-demo.2228/ Support us on Patreon

[mintytealfox]

Male!Alice TIMEEEEE

[chasingrabbits-art]

FINAL ROUND BAAABEEYYYY

Vote DPxROTTMNT or the rabbit shoots

@tmntstorycomp

[vivwritesfics]

Period

Bob looks after Bun on her period

Bob and Bun

Bun had been awake for hours. It sucked. She held her stomach, legs pulled up to her chest as she tossed and turned in their bed.

If Bob hadn't been so tired, he would have been awake. Would have been up, getting her a glass of water and some pain killers. But no, he was dead to the world.

But then he woke up in the early hours of the morning to her grabbing his hand and placing it over her stomach.

The warmth of his hand eased her cramps. Bob leg out a groan and pulled her closer, gently kissing the back of her neck. "You okay?" He asked, morning voice deep and gravelly.

For a moment she didn't answer, just pressed his hand more against her. She would be. As soon as the heat of his skin against her own became soothing, she would be.

Bob knew this routine all too well by now. Knew what having his hand pressed against her stomach meant. "Oh, Bun," he mumbled, shutting his eyes as he pulled her even closer. "Do you need painkillers or anything?"

She shook her head. "Just stay here for now."

Bob stayed with her until he had to get up for work. And, when he did, A whine left her lips. At first she pouted at him, but then she glared. The glare didn't last long though, as he cramps started up again.

"Do you have to leave? Can't you stay just for today?"

He sat on the bed beside her and kissed her forehead. "I stay every month, bunny. I can't," he mumbled. "But I can bring you back some chocolate and snacks."

And, suddenly, she had a hold of his hand. "Stay."

"Bun-"

"Stay!"

With a sigh, Bob fished his phone from his pocket. "I'm gonna get you some painkillers," he mumbled as he walked out of the bedroom.

As he readied her some painkillers and something to drink, Bob held his phone up to his ear. "Bobster, baby bob, what can I do for you?" Said Bradley. It wasn't Bradley he'd been trying to call, Bradley had just been the one to pick up.

"I can't come in today."

Bradley let out a hum. "You had a day off this time last month. And the month before. And the month before that." He paused for a moment. "Is... is it your girl?"

"Can I stay or not?" Bob was never snappy like this. But, when it came to Bun?

"Yeah," said Bradley. "But keep your phone to hand, just in case."

Bob didn't quite expect this. Getting to stay home with Bun, to look after her. Anybody else would have had to come into work. But not Bob, not when it came to Bun.

Shoving the phone back into his pocket, Bob took the water and the painkillers to her. "Here you go, Bun," he said as he gave it to her.

She didn't swallow it down right away. Instead, she placed the water and painkillers onto the bedside table and crawled into Bob's lap. "You can't leave if I don't get up," she mumbled, shoving her face against his neck.

"Bun, I'm not going anywhere," he mumbled and kissed the top of her head. "Have your painkillers and I'll go out to buy you chocolate."

Her eyes watered as she looked at him. "You'd do that for me?"

Now, Bun wasn't normally this... emotional over something so small. Blame fucking period hormones. But Bob kissed away her tears. He was gonna look after her.

[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Axl Rose Buns Appreciation Day

(The only one that makes me sad is when Izzy's going to pat Axl on the back for taking off his pants and flashing, and a job well done, and says good job - Axl turns around and says quit nagging me! Axl!!!)

There was such a great one with him dancing with his butt facing the crowd in those skin tight spandex pants, but it wouldn't let me download it, lol.

[sharb]

Bun n' gun update 177

Been fiddling around with how I wanna end the next section / demo and how to set that up, landed on it being an island you have to reach for the boss fight to start, all I have so far for it is an intro sequence and some basic movements but this could be the start of something more exciting then what was in the last demo.

[t-u-i-t-c]

Jou Akuse in Bakuage Sentai BoonBoomger 01x03 The Driver Won't Stop

[skaters-art-blog]

Felt bad about having you guys go so long without more au content, so here i am posting these sketches of modern (2012) Dipper and Mabel for ttstts!

Dippers "coming through the portal" fit went through a few iterations, i was initally against a long coat bc it would be too similar to Ford's fit, but we (me and my co-conspirator for this au, artie @eternalduos ) ultimately decided it would look cooler with that dramatic shadow

We also had a bit of a debate in regards to Dipper hair, artie is saying it should be pushed back, i think it should be side swept. Both of us think it should show off Dip's birthmark, but we are split, what do you guys think?

[nurse-floyd]

Sweet Temptations

Rewrite of @vivwritesfics Bob/ Bun fic I wrote.

Bun has a craving…only that craving might just kill her.

The air was filled with the murmur of different conversations and the clinking of glasses. Bun’s father was hosting a grand feast, a rare moment of celebration and joy among colleagues and family. The atmosphere was what you would expect: tense but relaxed as everyone enjoyed a brief respite from their dangerous lifestyles.

Bun stood by the spread of exotic fruits, all amazingly prepared into various shapes and displays. Among them was a bowl of perfectly ripe mangoes. The fruit looked juicy and vibrant and, despite her allergy, incredibly tempting to her.

Bob stood by never letting his girl out of his sight for too long as he scanned the room. With a mischievous grin, she walked back over to him with a plate of food for them both and tossed something towards him with his free hand.

Bob caught the item, his reflexes quick, before he realized just what she had thrown at him. Her EpiPen. Realizing she looked fine, showing no signs of distress, he looked back at the device in his hands. “Why are you giving me this, Bun?” Bob asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and a hint of concern.

Mickey chose the right (or the wrong) moment to walk over as he spied the device in Bob’s hand. He looked between Bob and Bun, confused for a moment.

She flashed him a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with what Bob could only describe as chaos. “I’m going to try the mango.”

Mickey knew her allergies. It was on the very extensive list of ‘things to know about Bun’ he was given both by Bob and her father. He saw the bowl of fruit in her hands.

Bob’s expression darkened, glancing between her, the pen, and the fruit. “Bun…sweetheart, you know you’re allergic,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

“I know,” she replied, her grin unwavering. “But I’ve always wondered what it tastes like. And if I’m going to do it, at least you’re here to save me,” she shrugged before ignoring his warning and picking up a piece of the fruit. “Besides, I could have grown out of it.”

“You’re really going to make him use that?” Mickey asked, his sigh just as loud as Bob’s had been moments earlier.

Her head snapped towards him, “why? Would you rather I gave it to you? I knew I annoyed you dick-weasel but I didn’t think you wanted to stab me that badly,” she replied, her hand coming up to her chest in a gesture of mock hurt.

He stared at her, his mind racing, despite this being very much Bun behavior—impulsive and completely unpredictable. “This is crazy,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop her. He knew better.

She shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a chaotic energy. “You’ve got my EpiPen, and I trust you to use it if I need it.” With a final and determined look, she picked up a slice of mango and bit into it. Bob’s eyes never left her as he gripped the EpiPen just a little bit tighter. She gave a little moan as she chewed the juicy piece of fruit, her eyes lighting up. “This is amazing. You should try some, Floyd,” she grinned.

For a moment, everything was fine. The fruit was delicious, just as she had imagined it would be from the look of it. But then she felt a tingling sensation in her lips and a mild itching at her throat, but it didn’t deter her. Bob and Mickey both watched as she smiled and stabbed her fork into another piece.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he grabbed a piece of his own from her bowl.

“I think I’m okay. Just a little tingle.”

Bob closed the distance between them as he grabbed her plate and shoved it into Mickey’s hands. “Bun…,” he said, his voice steady but stern as he uncapped the device, not wanting to wait for more symptoms to appear. He and Mickey blocked her from view, standing around her as Bob hiked up her dress slightly before jabbing the EpiPen into her thigh.

“Fuck, baby,” she winced at the sting, but the tingly sensation in her throat began to ease almost immediately. Bob kept his arm around her, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her arm.

“You feeling okay?” he asked, hating to cause her pain but knowing it was necessary.

“That was so worth it, but now I know I like it, I'm just gonna want to try it again.”

Bob shot her a look that wasn’t meant to be argued with as she gave him a cheeky smile and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

“My hero.”

Mickey downed the rest of his drink and made a mental note to definitely pick up some more epi-pens from the pharmacy from this incident.