Oct 27, 2025
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hi bun
You know Kaleidescope too? (• o •)
They're a really cool friend! She's so happy that her friends know each other! ^♡^
She will be back later and ask how the cookies are done then!
♡ Bun
yyeha kalei is awesommesauce:)
althoough i thinkk theyre leavingour town
ill miss thekm:(
- Avery 🌼
Hi hi! She found you! ^♡^
She knows your her Sheepie friend's friend, yes? How are you today? ^v^
♡ Bun
I suppose I am? hello.
im
okay
i think
Oh noo, please don't bite her! (° n °)
She's too small! She would be eaten in one bite!
How are you Sheepie? Are you doing super awesome? ^♡^
♡ Bun
no no no! am so gentle! bite is love oke!!
i am many things. sad, angry
someone said i’m bad at spelling C:<3
but!! happy despite ! i am oferall fine n dandy. evrything will be okay
do you know my friend malachy? it is gren like grass! also do you like grass?? i love grass is so amazeng
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You’re doing your usual checks around the house to make sure everyone’s good when you spot
…
A lump under your carpet?
At first you think it’s the cat but when you lifted the rug to check you see a small bunny?!
Humm
Thinking about it you can recall someone mentioning a bunny although you didn’t think much of it.
It appears you lifting the rug to check it out has woken the bunny it peacefully looks up to you.
What do you do next?
-bun
Mikhail looks at the bunny with curiosity, sitting and staring at it.
She wants to be friends with everyone! ^♡^
How does she find you, Sheepie? She can say hi on your blog! \(^v^)/
♡ Bun
i will leave this for the little sheep.
Wanna be ur sweet angel baby brother that mom is always telling u she wants you to be more like as she trains you to have more manners and replace your clothes and I am obsessed w how cool you are and am secretly stealing your clothes before she throws them out and smoking weed in ur room
Idk if this makes sense but u corrupting me n mama trying to straighten you out
- 🐇
You're so good.
Braindeadly, naively, eat-you-alivey, kind of good. Mama loved to pile pastel sweaters on you, dress you up in crucifix necklaces and lacey baby socks. You're so sweet. You don't listen to that "satanic" music. You don't live on a diet of edibles, energy drinks, and fatty, store-bought vegan food. You don't leave "gore-porn" like paperback editons of exquiste corpse and starving anonymous about on the kitchen table. You have other knowledge than an internal encyclopedia on kinks and adult drinks.
At first I'm relieved to see my beloved vest laying in our shared bedroom. I pick her up, hold her to my chest... my current brown sweater looks borderline dystopian in comparison. The years of smoke and androgynous perfume waft torwards my face... only to come to a screetching halt when I smell the sharp sting of acrylic marker, spelling your name out on the inside of the jacket. "You dumb FUCKING twerp!" I'd blurt out, ready to grab you by the hwad and slm you headfirst into the nearest drywall to then make you snort the fallout. Mom would come running, slapping me across the face as I put you in a headlock. She'd separate us with promises to burn all my future clothes if we can't behave correctly, and genuine tears well up in my eyes as I nod quietly, deathglare at you over her shoulder...