#pistachio bunny

[snoozyfruit]

i saw ubausagi (top right) from the unused pokemon leaks and immediately entered a trancelike state and did not stop until i was done drawing this. if ubausagi has one fan that fan is me 🐰

edit: i drew more of them!

[the-potpourri]

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

"You're just spreading the stereotype about rabbits at this point, hun."

[the-potpourri-backstage]

(¬‿¬) cause Pistachio is wearing too much.

"Was expecting this~" the bunny giggles a bit as he removes his hoodie, wearing a black tank top under it to go with dark brown pants.

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

This is SUCH a fun idea I gotta think of good ones

Tagged by @july-19th-club and tagging: @xxlvndrxxhzexx @yinyuedijun @atlasllm @sarah-dipitous @azure-arsonist @bunni-bun @starlightouya @starlightbelle @fizzybubbletea @eriyu @fruitprom

and anyone else that wants to!!!!!

tagged by @toodivineadream tagging @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday @goingsparebutwithprecision @aurpiment @sleepyminyard

[vivwritesfics]

MAFIA BOB MAFIA BOB PLEASE!! ~nurse-sainz

Warning: blood and stitches and guns mentioned

Its always concerning when you walk into your house and the surfaces are covered in blood.

He was used to blood, was surrounded by it throughout his working day. But not in his home, never in his home. He was going to throw up.

"Bunny!" He shouted, voice strained. "Bunny, where are you?"

Panic gripped him. "Bunny!" He shouted, running from room to room in the small apartment.

He pulled his phone and pressed it to his ear, desperate for her to pick up. But then he got to the bathroom. More blood, too much for it to be an ordinary injury (in reality it wasn't, and Bob knew that. But he was just so panicked).

As he rushed out if the bathroom, he caught Pistachio's eye. The cat just blinked at him and licked his paw, clearly unbothered.

Suddenly, the front door clicked. Bob grabbed his gun from the waistband of his trousers and waited for the door to open.

"Mickey, its fine," came a familiar voice. But Bob still raised his gun as he turned towards the door.

There she was, some sort of bandage over her head. "Bun," Bob said through a gasp as he tucked his gun away. "Holy shit, what happened? Where have you been?"

A goofy sort of grin crossed her face. "The hospital," she said and, immediately, Bob glared at mickey. "It wasn't his fault!" She insisted. "That fucking cupboard finally gave and one of the mugs rolled out."

His hands held her cheeks, thumbs brushing across her skin as he looked at the bandage on her head. "Mickey, give us a minute," he said, never taking his eyes off of her.

Mickey did just that. As soon as he backed out of the apartment, Bob was back to checking her over. "This is all my fault," he muttered as he finger moved over the space beneath her bandage. "If I'd just fixed that damned cupboard..."

"Calm down, Floyd," she muttered, placing her hands on top of hid own. "I'm fine, I promise."

But that wasn't good enough for Bob. "You got hurt because of me," he whispered. "I'm meant to protect you and you got hurt because of me."

A sigh left her lips. "Floyd, shut the fuck up," she said, taking his hands in her own. "Let's go get those contacts out and your glasses on. Maybe then you'll be able to see that I'm okay."

Bob held her hand and let her lead the way.

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟯

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: to all of my formula 1 authors, your work has gotten me through this summer semester and i thank you 🫡. what started as a curiosity, grew into a love for a sport i didn't know existed until a month ago and i love you all. (also i apologize for spamming y'all, pls don't block me 🙏🏽🩷)

Lando Norris

Calling My Boyfriend My Husband to See His Reaction — @shurisasthmaticgf ༝༚༝༚

The Curls are Curling — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Boyfriend Enrichment Activities — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Buckle Bunny — @serpenttines ༝༚༝༚

Rumor Has It — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Pistachios — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Mama y Papa — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

Posh Spice — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Upload 8: Pussy Worship — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Singing in the Shower — ^ ༝༚༝༚

The Arrangement⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3⎢ Part 4 — @444lec33 ༝༚༝༚

This Must Be My Dream — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Infunami — @saintslewis ༝༚༝༚

Spin Bout U — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Get You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Nonsense⎢ Part 2 — @canyouiimagine ༝༚༝༚

Her Silly Rabbit — @ham1lton ༝༚༝༚

Valentine — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

First Victory, First Love — @hookhausenschips ༝༚༝༚

The Right Thing to Do — @acesofspadess ༝༚༝༚

Logan Sargeant

Date @ 8 — @serpenttines ༝༚༝༚

My Girlfriend — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

Max Verstappen

Repeat That⎢ Be My Baby — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

Just Tell Me When You’re Sick — ^ ༝༚༝༚

The Virtual Racing Bootcamp — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

Track Limits⎢ Ep.2⎢ Ep.3⎢ Ep.4⎢ Finale⎢ Extra — ^ ༝༚༝༚

People, Places, and Things — @algae-tm ༝༚༝༚

Match My Freak — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Hot Fuss — @444lec33 ༝༚༝༚

She’s My Aphrodite — @hookhausenschips ༝༚༝༚

Champions Love⎢Part 1-7  — @staall1iion ༝༚༝༚

Mixed Emotions [Hamilton!Reader] — @lewisvinga 

Genius⎢Prologue⎢Chapter 1⎢Chapter 2 — @cialovesklopp ༝༚༝༚

Wait a Damn Minute — @shurisasthmaticgf ༝༚༝༚ 

Mick Schumacher

King of My Heart [Masterlist] — @thisismeracing ༝༚༝༚

Suit Testing — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ex — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Morning Light — ^ ༝༚༝༚

To Love and Be Loved Without Even Knowing It⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3⎢ Part 4 — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

Oscar Piastri

Public Enemy — @serpenttines ༝༚༝༚

You’re My Love Language — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Who Told Him to Get “Jack”ed — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

Best I Ever Had — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Upload 3: Car Sex & Squirting — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Uptown — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Calm Down — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

Girl Almighty — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Glue Song — @ham1lton ༝༚༝༚

The Winner Takes it All! — ^ ༝༚༝༚

We Can’t Be Friends — @algae-tm ༝༚༝༚

Toto Wolff

Close to You — @rosemoncherie ༝༚༝༚

Birthday Kisses — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Toasty⎢A Bun in the Oven — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

[zyonsay]

Wildfire, Chapter Two MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You almost scored a win, but Max wouldn't let that happen. The McLaren boys want to take your mind off of things!

Warnings: Swearing, Max is a bit of an asshole,Reader has anger issues, Slight Violence, Alcohol, Ki ki ki rah sweat sweat

Now playing: 'Monaco' by Bad Bunny

AN: This was a STRAIN! School is beating my ass recently and it's really difficult for me to get anything done BUT i really want to write this fic!

(Here is the previous chapter)

(Here is the next chapter)

The race season was in full swing, and you’d been doing well. Max had, as per usual, always taken the victory, but most of the time you were on the podium next to him. You were a great new asset to Red bull, and many of the fans seemed to like you. You started discovering more and more memes about you on Instagram and Twitter that would make you chuckle. (Or X? Man idk)

People saw you as a two-sided coin, since your charismatic, silly moments were accompanied by boiling, blood red rage when something messes up the race. Numerous fans compared you to Max when he first entered F1, calling you a “Smaller version of Mad Max.”

You guys’ interactions felt like witnessing two proud stags smash their antlers against each other. No full-on fights have ensued yet, but the tense feeling between you two can be felt by everyone from miles away. It was like the calm before a storm, electric energy surging through the air, waiting to strike when things get any more heated.

Your sassy, provocative nature could bring his blood to a boil easily, often causing him to glare at you from far away or leave some snarky remarks while passing by. This dynamic wasn’t optimal for Redbull, having two drivers who clash off the grid might also clash on the grid. As long as the situation wouldn’t get worse, they’d let you two entertain the fans bit more, but Christian kept a close eye on both you and Max.

Usually your bickering was harmless,

But today you could’ve strangled him right then and there in the paddock after the race. Luckily Horner got a hold of you and dragged you away, you felt like an angry dog being put on a chain outside the house by its owner.

What happened a few minutes before angered you deeply. Max profoundly refused to let you pass him, even if you had to brake to not crash into the rear end of his car. You could’ve had the first place if it weren’t for him blocking your way. Saying you were enraged was a pathetic understatement. You were steaming with rage and wanted to smash his head against a wall.

You, Lando and Oscar were strolling towards an Ice cream truck that Oscar had found on google maps. The race weekend was over but many of the drivers decided to stay a bit longer in the beautiful city. Tough it was extremely hot, which was the reason why Oscar and Lando wanted to go for Ice cream, what they didn’t tell you tough is that they wanted to distract you from your conflict with Max.

After paying for your Ice cream, you three made your way to a bench, sitting down and enjoying your refreshments. You chose pistachio ice cream, savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “Have y’all heard about the party tonight?” Lando glanced at the buildings nearby, enjoying the fancy exterior, thinking about snapping a pic for his .jpg account. “I mean, we all know that there will be one, but I didn’t catch any specifics.” Lando now looked at you and Oscar. “Danny told me about it, it’s in the grand Casino at eleven O’ Clock. I really want to go, but I wanted to drag you both with me. Are y’all coming?” He mustered up his best puppy eyes and began pouting. A hearty laugh escaped you, almost causing you to drop your ice cream. “Sure dude! I can’t wait to have some fun.” Oscar grinned, agreeing with what you said. You guys spent some more time shopping and checking out some must-see sights of the city. Lando bought Oscar a little Koala plushie with sunglasses calling it "Oscahs Doppelgänger.” You really liked hanging out with the two McLaren boys, spending time with them meant lots of joking and messing around.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N, its almost eleven!” Landos voice rang over his obnoxious banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and checked your outfit one more time in the mirror before heading out. You were greeted with a friendly smile from Oscar and Lando who looks like he’ll bounce around the walls like a gummy ball. He could’ve well exploded on the spot with excitement. He and Piastri were both a tiny bit older than you, but Lando was still a kid at heart.

Lando, Oscar and you walked through the city, heading straight for the big, fancy Casino. Even from far away you spotted a familiar, smiley face. “Oi! Danny!” You waved at him, gaining his attention. He was smiling broadly as usual, walking up to your little group. “Hey guys! Looks like Lando managed to drag you along, eh?” He was obviously wearing one of his flash banging party shirts, it wouldn’t be Daniel Ricciardo if he wasn’t wearing something obnoxious, right?

The four of you chitchatted for a while, when Oscar asked: “Were you waiting for someone?” Daniel looked down at his wristwatch; it was already five past eleven. “I was actually. Me and Max wanted to meet up at eleven. Don’t know where he is, maybe he already went inside.” He shrugged, glancing you way as he noticed you tensing up at the sound of the Dutchman’s name. You definitely haven’t forgotten the race earlier that day. The guys stayed quiet for a few moments as the chilly night air blew around your legs, contrasting with the warm weather during the day. Lando was the first to break the silence. “Can we finally go in?”

Once you entered the gigantic building, colorful lights and the smell of overly expensive alcohol flooded your senses. A few familiar faces were dancing, drinking, and laughing, but there were also many you didn’t know. Daniel led the group towards the bar, buying you all a round of shots. “Gotta start the night the right way!”, he laughed before downing the burning liquid. The vodka fueled the sparks in your guts and turned them into a fire. You were going to have fun tonight.

Suddenly a loud voice appeared behind you. “Hey Danny!” You froze for a second before turning around and facing the man you’ve been wanting to murder since this morning. “Oi, Max! Thought I’d never see you!” Daniel abandoned the bar stool to pat Max on the back. Oscar, who was sitting next to you, turned in your direction and whispered. “We don’t have to hang around with him. Let’s just leave- “, you interrupted him, “No. Its ok.” You were too busy glaring at Max to notice Oscars worried expression, not that he thought you’d attack Verstappen out of nowhere, but he was concerned that a teasing comment from Max was enough for you to snap. As he later would find out, it was.

Max didn’t pay any attention to you, obviously not feeling as irritated as you were. The casino was warm from the sheer number of people inside, the loud music mixed with laughing and chatting. Daniel was going on about some experience he had the day before while exploring the city. You were halfheartedly listening to your friends rambling while you were observing your friends’ mimics. Your eyes landed on your fellow Redbull driver. He was listening carefully, asking a question every now and then. He then glanced at you quickly, catching you looking at him. Max then quickly looked away again.

After a while, Lando pulled you away from the bar and towards the dance floor. He was definitely drunk by now and was all giggly and happy. “C’monnnn, dance with me!”, Lando slurred.

It must’ve already been a few hours since you arrived at the Casino, but time flew by so fast. Oscar stated that he was getting tired and wanted to go home in the next hour or so, while Lando was as lively as ever and could go the whole night. You agreed with Oscar though, since you were tired and had an appointed Press conference for tomorrow. Daniel and Max wanted to stay a little longer but agreed to accompany you outside to say goodbye. Once outside, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The city was illuminated by bright lights and a howling wind was brushing through its streets. Daniel stopped, facing the rest of the group.

“We definitely gotta go out together more often!” Lando nodded enthusiastically, glancing your way as if inviting you to go out with him more often.

“Yeah, once Y/N doesn’t hold a grudge against me, I saw those glares.” Max laughed, but you couldn’t help but judgingly glance at him. His face was red and his posture a bit wobbly.

“You’re the one complaining about me during Interviews.” The venom in your voice was very apparent, you made no effort to hide your disdain. Max looked hesitant for a second before his expression hardened. Daniel seemed to feel awkward, not exactly knowing how to deal with you two firecrackers. Max focused his eyes on your face, not wincing under your glare. “And you were the one crying around about me winning this morning?”, he laughed again, seeking eye contact with the others as if to justify his words. The McLarens Aussie next to you looked deeply worried, as If he already suspected what happened next.

The blood in your veins began boiling, you could literally feel it. A heavy push from your side caused Max to stumble back. “Don’t fucking go there you dick. You just couldn’t handle me winning, right?” Your fellow Redbull driver was now shaken awake, glaring at you with a bitter look on his face. “Don’t get mad at me because you lost, fucking Dickhead.”

You were SO ready to ruin his stupid face with a good punch.

…but before you could actually get violent a certain Honey badger stepped in. “Lads, calm your tits! I think it’s best if we all go to our hotel rooms now.” Oscar was holding you back, worrying what would happen if he’d let go of the raging man in his arms. The other McLaren boy was standing next to you guys, unsure what to do. Daniel gave Max a heavy pat on the shoulder and gave him a serious look. “Let’s go get some sleep, buddy.” Max’s eyes never left yours, like a hunter stalking its prey.

But you won’t budge under him.

[jasondeansgothwife]

tagged by @skautism!! thank you so much :3

and i tag (with no pressure) @alm0sthere @teenytinydancer34 @a-dope-fiend @yourundiscoveredgyrl @daddymikeyway @littletroubledgrrrl @nerdtronica @offtheheezayy @deathtastegirl @velvetvexations @ltr-png @amberpriceenthusiast

[faith-nerd]

OKAY LET'S DO THIS!

So, yesterday, I put out the idea of doing a VeggieTales Villain Song Tournament inspired by @its-to-the-death doing an every other Villain Song tournament. I've gotten enough interest to be hyped about it, so I'm going to give it a go!

I'm not doing a submission period because there are about 17 total anyway, so we're just doing them all ... I think (sorry if I missed a favorite of yours; give propaganda in the replies and I may revamp the bracket)

There is one Round 1 Competition of 3 since there's not an even bracket. The Bracket was made based on release order and the 3-Way Matchup was randomly selected.

Barring any Changes that may be made, Round 1 will be as follows:

On the Left Side:

Oh no, what're we gonna do? (Where's God when I'm Scared: Daniel in the Lion's Den) vs Busy, Busy (Are You My Neighbor: Tale of Flibber-o-loo)

The Bunny Song (Rack Shack and Benny) vs Keep Walking (Josh and the Big Wall)

The Rumor Weed Song (Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed) vs Salesmanz Rap (Madame Blueberry)

I Love My Duck/I Must Have It (King George and the Ducky) vs Haman's Song (Esther, the Girl Who Became Queen)

Right Side:

What is up with Lyle? (Lyle the Kindly Viking) vs 113 Years Ago (An Easter Carol)

Temptation (Larry-Boy and the Bad Apple) vs You Know Enough (Pistachio: The Little Boy that Woodn't) vs A Treasure to Behold (The Little Drummer Boy)

The Prince of Ham I Am (Robin Good and His Not-So-Merry Men) vs Freeze, Freeze, Freeze (League of Incredible Vegetables)

I'm Gonna Tear it Down (Celery Night Fever) vs Good for the Grabbing (Veggies in Space: The Fennel Frontier)

Official Round 1 Will be Up on Sunday and each round will be a week voting period. Later today I'll post a poll with my honorable mentions that didn't quite make the tournament to give me some practice making polls. EDIT: IT'S UP!

Feel free to submit propaganda for your favorite songs!

EDIT: If anyone wants to listen to all songs competing, plus alternate versions, plus honorable mentions, here's a YouTube playlist of all of them.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Summary: Tabloid gossip comes with the turf when you're regionally famous. Unfortunately for Zack and Melissa, it also comes with the turf when you used to be regionally famous, (and apparently when you hang out a lot with someone formerly regionally famous, too.)

[set shortly after The Phineas and Ferb Effect]

Word Count: 717

a/n: HAPPY LUMBERJACK DAY! Decided to celebrate by finally posting this! It's a pretty short oneshot, but maybe later I'll add more chapters! For now, I hope you guys enjoy this!

Taglist: I don’t currently have a taglist for Milo Murphy's Law or Zalissa fics! if you’d like to be added to one, let me know!

Also on ao3!

Regionally Famous Rumors

 Zack was feeling pretty good about himself– he'd just helped save the world from being overrun by Pistachios for the second time, and it's a wonder what that'll do for your confidence.

 He smiled as he stuck a new photo of their adventures in his locker, one of himself and his two best friends, along with the gang they'd met from the other side of town, at the end of the last episode– the last episode of Doctor Zone, that they'd all watched together. It was a selfie Baljeet had taken with them all– and Zack hadn't realized until after he printed out that the reason for Melissa's mischievous smile in the picture was the bunny ears she'd given him in the photo.

 He rolled his eyes as he closed his locker door, and when he did so, he saw Melissa marching down the hallway in his direction, eyebrows furrowed.

 "Good morning, Melissa," he said.

 "What is this?" Melissa asked, pointing at her smartphone.

 "Uh, a phone?"

 "I mean, what's this on my phone?"

 "A cracked screen protector?"

 "No," Melissa snapped, "what is this article from Regionally Famous Celebrity Gossip?"

 "How should I know?" Zack asked, "I never read those articles. They're all about attention-hogging pretty boys who can't go ten minutes without seeing their name in the news."

 "Even when they're about you?"

 "Me?" Sites like this hadn't mentioned him since he and the Lumberzacks split.

 "Unless there's another attention-hogging pretty boy who can't go ten minutes without seeing his name in the news and who happens to be named Zack Underwood."

 Zack took the phone from her hand and read the webpage out loud.

 "Former Lumberzacks lead singer dating mystery girl. Certified sources have confirmed that Zack Underwood, former star of regionaly-famous teen boyband The Lumberzacks is currently dating an unknown redhead."

 Melissa looked at him. He looked at Melissa.

 "Woah," he said.

 "I know." Melissa crossed her arms.

 He still didn't know why Melissa cared so much about what cheap tabloids said about him, so he deflected his ignorance with humor, "You'd think the journalists at Regionally Famous Celebrity Gossip would know how to spell 'regionally.'"

 "That's not the point," Melissa said, taking her phone back, "apparently that Baljeet kid posted pictures from his 'big adventure with Zack from the Lumberzacks' all over your fansites, and when the rest of the lumberjacks-and-jills saw me in all the pictures, and asked if we were together, he didn't do much to dissuade them."

 "Wait," Zack said, grabbing her phone out of her hands, "they think you're the mysterious redhead I'm dating?"

 "Duh," Melissa said, "how many other mysterious unknown redheads have pictures with you all over the internet?"

 "It's not all over the internet," Zack reasoned, trying to keep a level head, "just a few sites."

 "Right," Melissa said, "and there's no reason to believe anyone who actually matters saw those articles."

 "Right," Zack nodded, "besides, nobody actually believes those clickbait gossip articles anyways."

 Just then, Milo came running up to them.

 "Melissa! Zack!" he yelled down the hall. Milo tripped on a loose floor tile, which sent him to the ground, falling at their feet.

 "Milo, are you okay?" Melissa asked.

 He ignored her concern entirely and held up his phone to them.

 "Why didn't you guys tell me you were dating?" Milo asked.

 Melissa pinched the bridge of her nose while Zack began repeatedly banging his head against his locker.

 "Milo, we're not dating," Melissa said sternly, helping Milo off the floor.

 "Well of course we're not dating!" Milo teased, "Zack's my best friend! I'd never steal his girlfriend."

 "She's not my girlfriend!" Zack said, "it's just tabloid gossip. It comes with the territory when you're famous."

 "Regionally famous," Melissa corrected.

 "Regionally famous," Zack sighed, "but don't worry, Milo. If there was anything between Melissa and I…"

 "...which there isn't…" Melissa interjected.

 "...you'd be the first to know." Zack put his hand on Milo's shoulder.

 "Oh, I know," Milo said, "I'd never believe those pesky paparazzi anyways."

 "Good," Melissa said.

 "It's a shame the rest of school does though."

 Melissa and Zack looked across the hallway to see the rest of their classmates on their phones, each of them very clearly saying something about "Melissa and Zack."

 This was gonna be a long day.

[the-potpourri]

"Wow...soo many sweets!"

"And yet none as sweet as you, Oli." And the rabbit gives his friend a kiss on the cheek.

[writingsofwesteros]

During the dinner Otto and Ali sharing a sweet Look as they are put in charge of filling the twins plates. Ali fills jaes and Otto heras. Both feeling much More comfortable with showing their affection to the little ones.

Cherub is still asleep. Gwayne trying to eat with her on him. Stev offering to fill his plate If he insists on holding bunny through her nap. Nyra cackling to herself as she watched Daemon Ask Stev If she needs help since her hands are shaking. Stev looking at him with a raised brow "My blood pressure is still off from losing blood in labour, Daemon I am fine"

"If you insist"

Nyra is also watching Ali with the fondest Look in her eyes.

Aegon and Nora are having a staring competition to figure out who gets the last pistachio macaron. Bestie sneakily stealing IT while they stare off.

Helaena pointing out to Otto and Ali what food the twins like. And trying to reign the grandparents from spoiling them with treats.

CANT DEAL WITH THESE CUTIES

Bestie munching away at the macaron whilst typing away ; messaging Criston

"Robyn is back in town, Nora." She hummed and gave her the phone to look at the many fan pages as the Stark heiress returned.

"Great." Aemond mumbled as Daella reached to steal some fries from him

[murdockbuckley]

literally not fic related at all. but. what easter eggs do you think the 118 would get each other

100% believe someone would get buck a load of kinder eggs for the silly little toys

i don't have the brain power to think of what everyone would get each other so this is just what vibe i think they have (with absolutely no explanation)

chim - mini eggs

maddie - classic gold lindt bunny

bobby - that one pistachio one i keep seeing on tiktok

hen - the one's with really elaborate designs but still tastes delicious

buck - kinder eggs but the actual big easter egg version

eddie - he's eating leftovers of the tiny little ones you get in big multipacks

ravi - terry chocolate orange vibes

athena i love you but i cant think of what easter egg you are

[vivwritesfics]

BUN AND BOB REQUEST!

Bun hyperfixating on building her huge new Lego McLaren set and not wanting to stop until it’s done and mounted on the wall. Pistachio has to come get Bob because at this point this girls been up for hours and needs her bed! ~nurse-sainz 🥰🥰

i'm in such a bob and bun/ jake and bug mood

warnings: weapons

Bob and Bun

When Bob called through the door, called her name and got no response, it was terrifying. Especially after the last time. But, this time, there was no blood.

"Bunny!" Bob called desperately as he loosened his tie and kept on walking through the house.

He walked into the living room and there she was. On the floor, Lego on a tray in front of her. Mickey was in the kitchen, drinking a coffee. He looked towards Bob and instantly pushed away from the counter.

"She's been there since you left," Mickey mumbled as he put the coffee down.

Bob let out a little bit of a sigh. He gave Mickey a little bit of a nod and walked towards her. "Hey Bun," he muttered as he sat down on the floor beside her.

He watched as she reached for the next piece of her Lego. It was something Bob knew she'd wanted for a while, one he'd ordered for her a few months ago. He had no idea what it was, but she'd squealed when he gave it to her.

"Bun?" Bob tried again.

She hummed in response as she turned the page of the instruction book.

"Mickey said you've been here all day. Have you had any water or anything?" He asked gently.

She made a noncommittal noise and continued to build.

Bob let out a huff. He pushed himself up from the floor and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing her favourite mug from the cupboard, he filled it with water and took it back over to where she sat on the floor.

Bun was entirely consumed by her Lego McLaren. She spent the evening building, almost completely ignoring Bob. But he still sat with her. In the silence of the evening he was able to get on with work, fill out forms and such (He had a list of who had what weapons and when they had to bring them back. Jake owed at least two handguns).

But it was getting later and later in the evening. "C'mon, Bun," said Bob as he tried gently to get her to stand up.

"Floyd, I love you but piss off."

"Baby," he said with warning in his voice. "You're gonna get tired and grouchy if you don't come to bed now."

"Pfft."

That had Bob raising his eyebrows. "None of that now, Bun," he said as he grabbed a hold of the tray and moved it away from her. "You can finish it tomorrow."

A huff left her lips. She put her almost built McLaren on the tray with the rest of the Lego, folded her arms over her chest and turned away from Bob.

He pushed his glasses up his nose (before he'd sat and filled out paperwork, Bob had swapped out his contacts for his glasses. It was one of those things he did to signify to himself that the work day was wrong) and grabbed her, pulling her up.

"Bobby, stop! I'm almost finished!"

"Fine," Bob said as he let go of her. "Don't come complaining to me when you're tired."

Sleeping without Bun by his side sucked. Bob laid awake, her side of the bed cold. But then Pistachio the cat was jumping on the bed. He pushed his head against Bob's. "Hey, Piss," he mumbled and went to stroke him.

But, the moment Bob raised his hand, Pistachio bit him and jumped off the bed.

Bob knew what that meant. He knew Pistachio being nice to him was too good to be true, he obviously wanted something. Grabbing his glasses, he followed the cat. Where Bob had expected Pistachio to take him to the food bowl, he didn't.

No, Pistachio took him into the living room. And then Bob saw her, finished McLaren on the tray, eyes shut as she rested against the sofa behind her. "Oh, Bunny," Bob whispered. He carefully stepped over her finished Lego.

His hands were so gently as he picked her up and held her against his chest. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead as he carried her to the bedroom.

Of course, she didn't stay asleep. No, as Bob helped to get her into her pyjamas, she woke up. "Bobby," she whispered, voice croaky. "I finished my Lego."

"I know you did, Bunny," he said and helped her to tie her hair up. "It looks really good."

She blinked up at him, looking so fucking sleepy and sweet. "Can you help me hang it up?"

Bob climbed into the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, placing a kiss to the back of her neck. "Tomorrow, Bunny."

Her fingers laced through his own, settling over her stomach. "Love you, Bobby."

"Love you too, Bun."

(yes seb if you're seeing this it's for youuuu)

[pilot-boi]

I hope they let jaune keep the animal he's riding on.

Until we get a name for it. I named it "pitstachio"

Like he wouldn’t name it Pete

Pistachio is a good name for a rabbit though. God I’m gonna have to draw this really hard core looking knight riding on a god damn bunny, aren’t I

[pummoosun]

Btw, I was able to buy myself today this sage green bunny! Her name is Pistacja!

(Pistacja in polish means pistachio!)