bunnies! :D

who is buncakey?

i’m just a little guy :] 

but to actually answer, i’m a minor named bun who really likes bunnies. i’m fine with any name, but i prefer either bun or beep. HOWEVER, i love love love nicknames !! so call me whatever really :D

i’m also an age dreamer !! i want to actually regress one day, but sadly i don’t feel like i’m in a suitable situation for that right now :(

also also also !! i want to write fics and i will !! i’m not sure when i’ll start posting anything cause i’m not super confident in my writing but i really really want too. for now the most you’ll get is art though.

FAQ cause i can’t think of anything else to put here lmao

Q: what gender are you? - A: genderfluid !! i use he/it/xe pronouns but anything except they is okay :D

Q: whats your orientation? - A: asexual aromantic :]

Q: how old are you?/birthday? - A: a minor and september 19th!

Q: what do you use to draw? - A: firealpaca :3

Joel stepped back from the wall of his palace, looking his work up and down. The bright orange wall was smeared in pinks and greens, resembling various plants and bugs. His wings fluttered happily looking it over, lifting him off the ground for a second before he dropped again, stumbling a bit.

The short moth hybrid soon noticed a gross, dry feeling on his hands. Looking at them, the dye which nearly coated past his wrists had quickly begun to dry in the mesa heat. He flicked his hands with a small noise of discomfort, but the stupid colors refused to come off! He huffed, sticking out his tongue in a pout. He had to guess the quickly drying dye was on his face too, as the same yucky feeling was present there.

He wasn’t sure what to do, as he never liked getting wet. It made his wings feel heavy, and his clothes stuck to his skin in a gross manner. He huffed again, before going around into the palace to find something that could help. The palace was huge, and mostly filled with empty corridors and large, unused rooms.

Joel had tried to find the bathroom, to begrudgingly wipe off some of the dye, but got distracted by a disgustingly plain wall in the hallway, and in a matter of seconds the little moth was already back to work. The wall was mostly pink with green around the sides, so he used his blues and oranges to paint. He got so absorbed in his work, he didn’t even notice he was only adding more dye to his skin.

After a while, he slowed in his painting, suddenly it wasn’t as fun as he quickly became aware of everything again. He never noticed the fog was there until it was gone, as usual.

Joel stepped back, looking over the wall, then himself. He sighed, realizing all the cleaning he’d have to do, now big again. The king figured it best to go clean himself up first, he could clean the walls later. He just hoped no one visited before then, the stupid drawings were so embarrassing.