#bunki

[keepingitneutral]

Bunkie on a Hill, Muskoka, Ontario, Canada,

Architecture + Design

[jazzzzaj]

Amikor november havi kurátorunkkal, Szabó Sipos Ágostonnal témát kerestünk a három szerdai eseményhez, ő zenészként és apaként definiálta magát. “Jelenleg a gyerekek és a család adja az inspiráció forrását, ez az, ami foglalkoztat.” Nade hogyan lehetne beleszőni a gyermeki energiákat az esti koncertek sarkos tereibe? Azt szerettük volna, hogy ők is jelen lehessenek (a gyerekek a legnagyobb jelenben lévők!), ezért délutáni, családbarát időpontokat is találtok a programban. A zene viszont "ugyanaz" lesz délután és este is: hisz játék, a játékosság és a játék vérre menően komolyan vétele alapösszetevője a szabad improvizációnak.

Mindezt a gyakorlatban először a Hollóban fogjuk kipróbálni holnap délután 5 és 6 között (link kommentben) Ehhez minél több gyerekre lesz szükség, lécci ne hagyjátok otthon őket! Este 8-kor IS várjuk a felnőtt gyerekeket IS. 

[thecrowsnestp5]

akechi's confidants

[remyfire]

But why were they so deeply in love is my question

[foldingfittedsheets]

bed talk has me thinking about when i was 15 and my parents were replacing my bed, i had to beg them to buy a box spring bc “a sheet of plywood under the mattress is good enough”

Good for you! That’s a good way to get a moldy bed.

[shabbyshoebox]

Grunkle Stan as a Dog

my mom compared this skrunkly, cataract-having, 13-year-old dog from a law firm commercial to Grunkle Stan and she is 100% correct. I must emphasize that this was without prompting at 7:30am this morning. Mom, I love you

(RIP Bunky, 2011-2024)

[glitchberry666]

I guess I’m a part of the hellpark/ cosmic bumpkins community???

[kae-nyan]

BEING MARRIED WITH SHAMANE!

Reader is Gender-neutral

Marriage!Shamane who helps you get accustomed with the forest when you moved in his humble hut. Simply adores you when you give nicknames to that flower-loving carbuncle, or the pack of wolves who now has a second owner to be pampered with.

Marriage!Shamane who proudly shows you his collection of intricate and colourful masks, and what kind of rituals he imbues it with. Even tells you his personal favourites and least favourites and why. And after all that explanation, he would ask you which one suits him most lmao

Marriage!Shamane who shares his candies and sweets with you after winning some fight with kids. You hesitate for a while, wondering if you should accept it or return it. Kids with your favourite candies are now being extra careful to not let Shamane see their stash, though.

Marriage!Shamane who let's you put stickers or small doodles on his prosthetic arm. Or both! Now whenever he looks at it, it reminds him of you. Kanjira just rolls her eyes whenever Shamane flexes his prosthetic arm. "Adult's these days" Kanjira sighs in annoyance.

Marriage!Shamane who wants you to wash his hair. The feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp is enough for him to lean on your hands, eyelids shut. It's just so relaxing, so how could he not? Would definitely share his secret hair care routine with you.

Marriage!Shamane who purposefully ruffles your hair, just to see your annoyed glares you send him. He wouldn't do it often, but you best be keeping an eye out. If his eyes keeps landing on your head, that's your warning sign.

[cray0n-b0x]

the bunky 🐇

[dullorangepulp]

The crow's nest AU fanart

Characters are not mine!! they belong to @kotopeachii

(doodle reqs open!)

[imreadydollparts]

Newborn Twin Bunkie's hair turned out soft and smooth.

[thecrowsnestp5]

the crows nest is like if the phantom thieves sucked and were lame

[tarynuhsaurus]

listen this is SUCH a good winter soldier fanfic, it’s really well written and has an OC (whos basically jennifer jareau from bau criminal minds) i read it so fast i couldn’t stop lol but also the author said they’re working on the SEQUEL ARE U KIDDING MEEEEEEEEE. its been like 2 or 3 years or sumn but they’re SO BACK omf

[foldingfittedsheets]

The beauty shot for my bunkie. 3D modeled in Zbrush, baked in Marmoset, painted in Quixel, and rendered in Unreal.

[crisiscutie]

Nibelheim Incident Sephiroth/Reader headcanons

Darling is VALKYRIE!

Content Warnings: NSFW themes, abuse (mental and physical), blood, mind break. Long bullet points. Angst. AFAB Reader.

You came to Mt. Nibel as soon as you could. You felt bad escaping from the Turks as someone's blood will be spilt over this but something was screaming inside you to rush to Sephiroth despite your ill state. It took you too long, but now you were finally free. 

You flew through the gray, stormy skies of Gaia, no matter how worn and tired your body was. You will reach him. 

When you came closer to the Shinra manor, you felt your body grow weaker as you slowly moved towards it.

In the Shinra Manor's basement. You stood outside the door, hearing malice in his baritone voice as he talked to someone.

You sensed his burning rage. He hasn't been this angry since you were injured before.

You felt the air become scarce and humid as you walked in the room. Zack gasped, commenting on your sudden appearance and how the color of your two wings were changing.

You didn't reply, your attention completely transfixed on Sephiroth. Yes, you lost your angel wings. It saddened you to know the purity of your wings was faltering, gone from a pure white to an almost black color now, but it didn’t matter now.

Sephiroth slowly turned away from you, his gaze lingering on the book resting on the table in front of him. You call out to him in a whisper, your voice like a lullaby in the air. 

There was an audible gasp as he raised his head towards you, and for a brief moment, you could see the shock in his widening eyes before he quickly resumed his previous action.

Just before Zack was about to speak again, you shook your head in his direction, making it clear you two needed privacy. As he protested, you begged for him to go, your voice cracking with emotion.

After a full minute, Zack closes the door, the worn wood creaking as he wishes you two godspeed. 

Your breathing became shallow as the air suddenly felt thicker. The powerful predator in front of you was ready to strike at any moment. 

Anger and despair ravage Sephiroth... You knew he was angry, but it seems that some of that anger is directed towards you.

You slowly approached him, your heart racing as you took a deep, calming breath. You knew the stakes. You could see the fire in his eyes, but you weren't going to leave him again. No, you two are staying together.

You lifted your warm hand to his cold, sunken cheek, assessing his declining health.

“Sephiroth, you don't look well... How long has it been since you last ate or slept?" You crooned at him.

You gasped, seeing his expression shifted. He had a malicious, predatory glint in his eyes while his lips curved into a sadistic smirk.

Before you registered it, he viciously pins you against the wall, knocking the breath out of you.

You bowed your head as you whimpered, your body ached from the intense pain. Had you been a normal human, he surely would've crippled you with that blow.

His gloved hand clasped your wrist firmly, keeping it above your head. 

His other hand roughly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at his face.

His baggy eyes held the sorrow that he was feeling, despite the anger residing in his heart.

"Y-you're hurting me, Sephi-"

You hear him chuckle darkly.

"Don't you all deserve the pain? For what your kind has done to my mother and this planet?" he snarled.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

You held back your scream as the bones in your wrist snapped. 

With your free hand, you reached for his now hot cheek, whispering his name.

As his slit, mako eyes widened in surprise, you felt his grip on you momentarily loosen.

You forced a weak smile at him despite the bitter taste of blood in your mouth.

༻❁༺ Another’s Calling.

You then had a strange feeling, as though something was calling out to you, similar to the way Sephiroth did, but it wasn't him, it was coming from someone, or something, not too far from you too Is it... coming from her?

Sephiroth must've felt it too. You just knew that too...

"Mother..." he murmured, lowering his head slightly.

On top of the pain you're already suffering from, a pounding ache in your head emerges. You yelped, indirectly pushing yourself towards Sephiroth.

Within your mind, anger and despair paints your psychological landscape as memories flow through you.

The lies Shinra told you, your forced experiments by them, your confinement by the Turks...

Then you start to see Sephiroth's memories and feel his emotions, too. The lies Shinra told him. His mother, the "monster" they locked up now resting in Mt. Nibel... Shinra, spawned from humanity who killed the all the Cetra but his mother. These humans who are ruining this planet...

The tears finally fall free from your eyes as your mind tries to fight against the invasive thoughts and emotions that aren't yours. You don't hate humanity. You love your friends and family. And not everyone at Shinra responsible for what happened to you and Sephiroth, and to Angeal and Genesis...

But the invading emotions and memories only got stronger. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't even notice Sephiroth's head resting on your chest, his gloved hands softly holding your hips.

"Let's go to the Promised Land together, with Mother..." he crooned into your chest.

You couldn't respond to him, too busy fighting off... where ever these feelings are coming from.. it can't just be from Sephiroth...

Your visions of your beloved family and friends become gray and muddied. You started to hate them. They're all just parasites, just like the rest of Shinra and humanity.

But at least you have Sephiroth. You are here with him. A comforting sensation washes over you when you think of meeting Jenova with him.

A smile appeared on your face, though this wasn't your smile as the tears continued to flow.

༻❁༺ Her Blood.

A violent, bloody cough emerged from your throat.

Your blood had adorned one of Sephiroth's white shoulder pauldron, but he paid no mind to it as he kept murmuring his delusions into your chest.

You felt like you were choking as you frantically tried to take in air in the room. Your intense pain and mako poisoning overtook you as you struggled to stand upright. Your two dark wings retracted into you.

Sephiroth raises his head from your chest, and his eyes meet yours, a sweet sentiment in them, contrasted by the dark energy that surrounded him.

This time, he gently caressed your cheek with his warm hand.

"You're unwell, beloved..."

He scooped you up into his arms, slowly walking out of the room.

You didn't know where he was taking you. All you can pay attention to is the beating of his heart, just like when he first took you in his arms. Instead of his normal steady rhythm, his beat was erratic and fast.

You then felt the warmth of bed sheets against your skin, their silky texture wrapping around your body.

With a low moan, you relaxed into the sheets as Sephiroth adjusted your laying position and tucked you in.

He leaned in, his glossy lips kissing your ear and his silver locks tickling your soft skin.

"Her cells have brought us together... I’ll eliminate these parasites and free Mother from her constraints..."

Even though his words should've disturbed you, you didn't care... The warmth of his touch was like an addiction you couldn't get enough of. 

You moaned when he rubbed your lower stomach, his hand dangerously close to your pelvis.

"Then the three of us can go to the Promised Land together... and start the family we've always wanted."

The intense pain in your body cut you from your short endorphin rush. As you moan and groan, you can feel Sephiroth's frown without even seeing his face.

"You're hurt... let Mother heal you... She'll prepare you for the reunion. "

The last remaining piece of your old self wanted to laugh at that. As if he wasn't the one responsible for your intense pain...

He nestled into your neck, his hand resting on your womb as you closed your eyes.

For the next day or two, he stayed close to you, his voice a soothing whisper as he spoke his delusions into your ear and held you close.

This one fateful day, you feel him pull away from you, his heavy footsteps decreasing in volume as the further he walks. He summoned his blade as he gently closes the door.

Before you fall asleep again, you hear a voice echoing in your mind.

"Reunion..."

Reader was confined by Turks because she’s a potential cell donor to Genesis. With her illness and weakened condition, she was put under protective custody by them. She was able to break out later. 

[xviistrings]

an even better introduction to the crows nest