♡ 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖖𝖆𝖑 ⠆ㅤ “ 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. ⸻ㅤ an independent and private, selective portrayal of 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖑 of Behavior’s 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏; I'm here for a good time not an accurate one. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃. extremely low energy , low activity. general rules do apply. 20+ only , personals DNI. worshipped by bakuna / bakunya ( 28+ , EST , I'M HER , HER , HER , HER , SHE , SHE , SHE , SHE ) * rules under the readmore .
₀₀₁. 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗. ₀₀₂. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦. ₀₀₃. 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔.
My name is BAKUNA / BAKUNYA. I'm a 27+ year old pansxual cis-woman and I live in the EST time zone. My discord is available for mutuals to add. My Discord is available for plotting, chatting, as well as roleplay. If you’re interested in any, feel free to say something! I am mutually exclusive, meaning I will only interact with people whom I both follow and am followed by. If you unfollow me, please do me the kindness of soft-blocking me. I may softblock any who I maybe don’t see myself interacting with anymore or have tried to interact with and not received reciprocation from. This is not done maliciously, I simply like to have a clean dash; feel free to refollow if I make a mistake.
Stating the obvious, I’ll write my guy, and you write yours. I’ll have more leniency on this with people who I’ve written with for a while and trust.
I will not interact with blogs that actively feature: rape, homophobia, transphobia, racism, colorism, OR whitewashing. I reserve the right to halt interaction and/or hard block without warning. I ask that you tag TRYPOPHOBIA. I will tag all triggers as “trigger tw //” and if you see that I forgot a tag, please send a polite reminder and I'll adjust! I want to make our dash experience pleasant for all parties.
I am always heavily duplicate-friendly !! the more, the better.
Mature content will be present on this blog and will also be tagged accordingly. Mun is 29 years old and will only write mature themes with adults who are 20 or older.
This will be a medium-low activity for now. my free time can vary. My muses often cycle in terms of activity. This is never intentional, muse just fluctuates. I love crossovers, aus, so never be shy to bring any ideas forward.
I am multi-ship and multi-verse. As I am pansexual myself, I write most of my canonically heterosexual ( or ambiguously queer-coded ) muses as queer or equally as pan as I am.
I will tag OOC posts accordingly. I do post OOC quite often, and while I've been cutting back on that, I know that it’s something I'll continue to do. Feel free to blacklist my OOC and Shitposting tags.
I want my mutuals to feel supported, and so if you as a mutual ever feel like your promos don’t get enough attention, your graphics not enough hype, your memes not enough in quantity/quality, let me know and I’ll always be there to throw some love. I do reblog my mutuals’ promos every time I see them no matter how many times I’ve reblogged them in the past so that you get ideal exposure! Especially when I've got quite a bit of followers or i feel like we have different mutuals.
it is with a heavy heart that I come here asking for help. it makes me extremely bad and helpless. I don't think medicine that you absolutely need should be so out of your reach and with so very few options to receive it on such short notice. and no one has the savings to dip into anything to help. no one is able to have that extre income to put away for stuff like this anymore. and it's crazy, somebody as always had something. as a black woman, I've always been taught even putting your loose change in a jug can eventually add up to something you might need. ANYTHING. and there's just not as many options to put away such and such anymore. it all goes to necessities. realizing how bad off everyone genuinely has it that we can barely scrape together $30 between us because everyone is POOR.
and we've always saved up some little bit because we know. my uncle has the worst luck with the genetic draw. sickle cell, anemia, cancer, so he always been sickly and it's hard to work when your body is struggling. I know it hurts his heart and his pride that he can't quite be the man he wanted to be growing up. genuinely. or that he feels like he's not reached it. but it's hard when your body is at its limits sometimes. and respectfully I won't include any pictures or anything or even go on, because it does feel like idk. reserve him some of the dignity he has and keep it brief. he's awake and he's doing better he's just having a tough time speaking with a swollen tongue and now his wife is worried about the expense of his medicine. with all these pre-existing cases, he's always had it extremely hard getting and keeping insurance. or what he does get its with co-pays. it's not a great situation, it's really not.
but if you've got even a little bit to spare — a dollar even — I would appreciate every single one. it is absolutely better than nothing and definitely better than just drowning.
PRIVATE + SELECTIVE blog for 𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 from Remedy Entertainment's series Alan Wake . headcanon based, iconless ! extremely low energy , low activity. worshipped by bakuna / bakunya .
though it's probably a bad idea, I will be working on my Saga Anderson (from Alan Wake) blog for the next few. I'm excited either way. 👉🏾👈🏾 I love her so much.
❝ I—uhm, m’sieur . . . are you feeling alright? ❞ The girl can’t help but ask the lanky man. Pallid and wan, he looks as though he might collapse at any moment, and Claudette can’t shake the uneasy thought that he could simply fall dead where he stands. Her heart leaps straight into her throat when the raven stumbles. For a moment she’s certain he’s going down, but he catches himself with surprising grace, steadying his weight on that peculiar cane of his. Still, the sight leaves her anxious. ❝ May I help you? ❞
❝ Merci beaucoup. ❞ Ever polite, Claudette thanks him for his compliance. Plenty of people would bristle at being asked to put out a cigarette for the sake of someone else’s lungs, but he doesn’t argue. The botanist glances up from her notepad and shifts slightly on the bench, tucking one ankle behind the other. She gives the well-dressed man a brief once-over; nothing more than a quick observational flick of the eyes, before nodding in answer to his question.
❝ Ouais, je parle français. Euh . . . surtout le québécois. ❞ Her reply is gentle, accompanied by a small, polite smile. It’s obvious she isn’t particularly accustomed to this ⸻ speaking with strangers, that is ⸻ especially someone so intimidating. Still, he seems pleasant enough.
ϟ - your writing intimidates me
☽ - you don’t seem interested in me/my character
✘ - I approached you once and it didn’t go anywhere
✧ - I can’t think of a way for our characters to interact
☀ - I don’t like any of your verses
❧ - I want to someday but I’m too busy right now
☹ - I think you’re overpowering/judgemental/demanding
☂ - you write too much/too fast and I don’t think I can keep up
❀ - you write with another version(s) of my character already
❤ - I want to ship our characters but you don’t list them as a ship
♠ - we did once and I embarrassed myself; now I’m too shy to try again
✂ - we started plotting but I forgot to reply and it’s been too long
✄ - we started plotting but you forgot to reply and it’s been too long
☼ - I can’t find your rules/about/verses/etc.
✎ - other reason (please define)
this is a plotting / dynamics call . if you feel weird liking a shipping call or something. seeing as id like to actually start establish lasting connections with characters that impact his storyline in some shape or form , I should start trying to be more proactive about my space and who's in it as well as reaching out more to those that would like to stay. while I'm shifting focus onto another part of his story , I'm gonna put this out here and ask if some plotting would like to take place , some dynamics between characters , and , maybe , lead to some affiliations and such. some LASTING connections and dynamics between writers. LIKE THIS POST , IF INTERESTED. I'll be coming around in DMs , Discord , wherever is preferable for you.
The poor girl sits there blinking at him with those big, brown eyes of hers. It doesn’t immediately register that he’s called her pretty ⸻ that realization only comes after she’s already asked her question. ❝ A high price? Like ... money? Do you revive people for coin? ❞ Why does that sound so strange to her? Is cheating death really just a matter of having a heavy enough coin purse?
Claudette turns the idea over in her mind; and then, startles slightly when the true implication dawns on her. He’s suggesting she might use her looks to bargain with him. The thought leaves her momentarily speechless. She hadn’t even realized she possessed that sort of influence. And even if she did, Claudette wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to use it.
The little woman holds up one of her half-eaten carrots the moment he turns to face her. It hovers right in Clive’s line of sight, presented like evidence in a crime. She looks utterly miserable. Those delicate eyes of hers are wide and glossy, shining with unshed tears. It isn’t that the carrots are being eaten, that part doesn’t truly bother her. Things like this are meant to be consumed, after all. But these are her special carrots. Her pride and joy, an experimental hybrid she’s been nurturing carefully in the soil, one that grows nearly twice the usual size if left a little longer underground. And the rabbits clearly adore them. They bypass every ordinary carrot in the patch just to beeline straight for hers.
❝ Look at it, Clive. I’ve been trying to grow these for the fourth time to see if they reach the projected size, and they just keep coming for them! ❞ Her lower lip trembles dangerously. The poor, soggy woman looks genuinely devastated over her produce.She shuffles closer and slips her small hands around his forearm like it’s a lifeline.
❝ Can I request a greenhouse? I know that’s a lot of resources for something that might only yield small results, but it might help if some of them could be moved inside. ❞ It would also keep a small supply growing through the winter, if necessary. Still, the moment the request leaves her mouth, Claudette hesitates. She’s already asked so much of him. Asking for more feels… improper. ❝ O-only if you want. It might take a while to think up a bigger solution. ❞ Her voice drops to an embarrassed murmur.
The woman hesitates to bother him after what looked like such a brutal encounter with one of the monsters lurking in the fog. Still, Leon has always been remarkably helpful ⸻ courageous, too ⸻ during every trial they’ve endured. She can’t help wanting to offer some of her expertise to ease whatever pain still lingers. From the whispers around the campfire, he’d crossed paths with that awful pop star again; the one who delights in hurling knives at them. The man had even slipped an autographed photo into her pocket once while she’d been writhing in pain on the ground. Unpleasant didn’t begin to cover it. Even among the killers, he stood out as particularly cruel. Leon’s request earns a thoughtful hum from her. As usual, a med kit rests at her side. She may be fairly handy with a flashlight, but this is where she truly shines. Claudette reaches for her kit and rummages through it, searching for something to help with what appears to be a headache. Then she pauses.
❝ Apologies, m’sieur. ❞ She crouches beside him, a flashlight already in hand. Her fingers rest gently beneath his chin as she tilts his face upward, briefly shining the light into his eyes. It’s unpleasant, especially with his head already throbbing, but she needs to observe how his pupils react. They constrict a little slowly, but they respond well enough to the stimulus. A mild concussion. About what she expected ⸻ the Entity would never allow its victims the mercy of dying so easily.
❝ You can’t have aspirin or ibuprofen with a concussion, Leon, but you can have some Tylenol. ❞ She’s already preparing a few other things as well: a small measure of ginkgo biloba extract and some lemon balm tincture she prepared earlier. The goal is to keep brain activity steady, maintain alertness, and encourage proper rest once the pain subsides. The firelight will keep the monsters at bay tonight, and good sleep is necessary. The Tylenol should dull the pain, the lemon balm will help him rest, and the ginkgo may help prevent any lingering cognitive damage. ❝ Can you sit up on your own, or do you need assistance? ❞ Claudette is more than willing to help the agent if he needs it.
