#bunsonburner

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It was one of my friends birthdays recently and I wasn't able to fly down and see them due to covid so I decided to learn how to sew and made a stuffy version of myself to go in my place. The template for the scorbunny was made by Dolphinwing and can be found here : https://gumroad.com/l/qwNHW

I had to figure the lab coat out myself and then I made a bunch of little props to fill the pockets like tiny highlighters and lab reports.

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I was bored and doodling on my lunch and came up with an idea for a little logo for my fursona. I even managed to hide my real initials in the design though there's only one person on this planet that knows both my fursona and my actual name so in retrospect it's a pointless detail but I still like it.

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I am rather new to art so I've been trying to learn by watching and reading tutorials. I wanted to practice eyes so I figured what better than to try and draw zero two from Kirby as its basically one giant eye. I also found an old pen sketch I did durring a break at work one time and figured I'd post it as well just for fun.

I used @s-fellows-art eye tutorial for the digital image and It really did help, though I still have a lot to practice and learn. I recommend the tutorial to anyone who struggles with eyes as much as I do.

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Happy Halloween

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This doodle I did a while back was based on an idea I had at work. I was called in to work one day to learn that the lab's hot plates had broken. I offered to lend a helping paw but this wasn't quite what I had in mind...

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I finally got around to making a character reference for my fursona.

Bunson is a 23 year old scorbunny biotechnician from Canada with brown fur and a white birthmark under his right ear. Bunson is shy and timid around new people but tends to open up when he gets to know people. His greatest joy in life is making others happy but his trusting nature can often get him into trouble.

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Another little doodle. I used to draw tall ships all the time back in high-school though this is actually my first attempt at colouring one. The colours are a little flat but I plan to work on shading and shadows later. Still for something I drew on my phone on a bus I like how it came out.

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A Fisherman's Nightmare

(Quick note: The other day I was telling a friend of mine about a weird dream I had. They told me I should write it up as a short story so I gave it a shot. Like the dream it has an anticlimax so it has a bit of a disappointing ending. Also I don't usually write short stories so grammar and spelling may be a bit off.)

I normally can’t remember my dreams, but this one in particular stayed with me. I was standing at the front of an old wooden row boat. Behind me sat my brother, rowing and smiling but not saying a word. The sky was grey with clouds and though it was warm there was a distinctive dampness that made me think it had recently rained or was about to.

The river was small, though easily large enough to accommodate the rowboat. Its banks were grey and steep, and they were topped by a seemingly impenetrable wall of tall dry yellow grass. A few meters behind the grasses edge; small columns of light grey smoke drifted up as if there were small fires spotting the shoreline. And yet there was no smell of smoke, and no crackling of fire. Only the quiet wind as it blew through the tall grass, and the lapping of the waves as they struck the shore.

Splayed out on both banks of the river were hundreds of freshly killed sea creatures. Most if not all were mammalian ranging from dolphins, to seals, to even a few manatee. They were skewered on jagged rusty metal spikes that protruded from the ground. Some were old spears and harpoons while others were twisted rebar and metal pipes. Most were badly mutilated. Torn open with entrails dragged out upon the beach. Some had large inhuman bite marks while others were torn up beyond recognition. And yet once again there was no smell. No vial smell of viscera or of decay. No buzzing of flies. Only wind.

We finally came upon the mouth of the river and it opened into what was either a massive lake or the ocean, and given the context of the creatures in the river I assume it was the latter. The shoreline behind us stretched on unending to the edge of our vision with no notable landmarks or structures, however these shores were free of the slaughter found before.

Straight ahead of us was a small island bisected by a shallow segment if water across its sandy surface. On the left most part of this island was a lone dead tree missing most of its limbs. Draped across the island on its back was a massive blue whale. It’s eye had been gouged out and it had several open wounds. Spears and metal pikes stuck from its underside and the color of the creature had faded to a full grey tone.

As we approached the island the water was unusually calm. There was almost no waves and what few ripples there were was a result of our boat. We were about half way to the island when the great whale began to slide backwards tailfin first into the water on the far side of the island. The creature itself remained limp and its sliding movement looked almost as if it were being dragged backwards by some unseen force. The creature sank below the island and out of sight as we finally reached the shore. In short moment it took to climb the hill on the edge of the sandy island, the creature had completely vanished. I walked the perimeter of the island cautiously peering down into the water below. The island appeared to be surrounded by shallow rocks that could be seen through the calm water. However there was still no sign of the whale, and with water this shallow it should have been plainly visible. It was then that I noticed the pit.

Not far off shore on the opposite side of the island from where we had landed was a massive almost circular hole that was so deep light could not reach its bottom. My brother said nothing as I moved closer to investigate. Peering deeper into the abyss I suddenly found myself frozen in place. Unable to look away as something began to slowly float up into view. At first it was too difficult to make out, but deep down I new exactly what it was. As the bloated carcase of the whale began to slowly float closer and closer to the surface I tried Desperately to turn away and flee. But I could do no such thing and was forced to watch as the creature floated ever closer. Finally it reached the surface and it’s massive head broke the calm surface. For a moment, neither of us moved, it just watched me with it’s one remaining eye. Then the creature began to slowly open its mouth, head tilted to the sky. Everything went silent as my paralysis suddenly vanished. It was then that I felt something odd gnawing at the back of my mind. I suddenly became aware of something inside the whale’s mouth, though I couldn’t tell what. I knew that whatever it was it wasn’t good and yet the gnawing continued as if it were voicelessly beckoning me towards the creature. Suddenly my legs began to move on their own and as I drew closer to the whale my sense of dread grew even worse. Finally I stood beside the creature trying with all my might to keep my eyes forward while the voiceless presence compelled me to look down. I began to tire and could no longer keep my head up, but luckily I awoke before my eyes fell on whatever had been calling me.

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the lack of an ending.