⛧ D A Z Z L ⛤ 🪞 Comms Open @bunamine - Tumblr Blog

commissions ~ commissions oh oh, did u kno i take commissions?? lookie lookie look Look LOOK

u want prices ~ you want us to value our art!? ~ priceless!!~ but for you Pay What You Want ($25 min) ~ the more we receive ~ the more we do!! .. u want my #? 7 # 's for u!! bust 45 halfbody 80 fullbody 105

bunamine

my commissions are still OPEN!!~ 💖 look LOOK!~ i can draw in other stylez~ oooo~

have nostalgia for painting games from the 90's? want something painterly? want some lineart with a fun color/texture? want it 2 glow in a trippy blacklight way?

msg me~

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exoolongtea

Poppy Fields

concubine-hypergreen

is there anything you love, anything at all? even the smallest amount?

to this thing turn and to this thing alone. demand from it every drop! take it. steal it. burn it. devour it. crush it. strip from it every name it knows save your own. learn its base elements and the rails on which they move. recompose them according to your will.

eventually, you may attain a modest confidence that it loves you and cannot escape. this is not enough! you must wrap it in so many veils that it becomes alien to air.

smother it. take a sadistic glee. it's entertaining to be the only thing that can breathe.

once you feel certain in this thing, as certain as the ground you walk on, this thing which depends on you for everything: you will want to protect it. it would be wasteful to leave it in the rain.

herein may be found worth.

chumbyy

concubine-hypergreen

witchpassing

oh, my darling, you misunderstand me terribly. this remaking, the crossing of the border from doll to puppet, from servant to instrument, is not a punishment; nay, it is a privelege, the highest i may bestow. to be emptied, at last, of paltry will, that you may play gracious host to the coruscating sublime - to be rendered useful as the limbs of my body are useful, precious as a lock of my hair is precious, loved as my own flesh is loved - to know that the wine-coloured string of your fate is knotted about my finger, forevermore -- what recognition of your service could be sweeter, little thing, bird-in-the-cage-of-my-heart?