The Newlande Legacy Ch3
._ "is everything alright bun?" she asked.
FutureLand
The robot nodded, his horns seemed to be discharging little jolts of electricity every now as he bent over and picked up a burger and setting it on top of a bun.
Cul-de-Sac (By Avoozl)
Her paper-white hair was a frizzled mess and hung down straight, framing her face, before being pulled back in a tight bun.
House Rules
A decade or so younger than myself, her headfur in a painfully tight bun, the female grizzly stared accusingly at me, adding ammunition to a descriptor of "frowzy" that went with her unflattering clothing.
Cul-de-Sac
Her paper-white hair was a frizzled mess and hung down straight, framing her face, before being pulled back in a tight bun.
Attar of Blue Roses, Part 1
They do their best; the volunteer staff raids the discount clubs for sodas and snackables, buns and sandwich meats, that kind of thing. there's usually plenty, but it's not exactly lobster thermidore au crevette with a mornay sauce, etc, etc."
The Steel Bunny Chapter 2- Tempering Her Iron Soul
The few times i've seen her, she usually has her black hair tied back in a bun and wearing some sort of business suit.
The Journey Chapter 8: The Season Opening Ceremony
A spotlight hastily caught up with the figure, revealing a teenager with a mane of purple hair tied up in a bun, a dark-pink muffler around her neck and clad in black cloth. a crobat busily fluttered near her. janine, the fuchsia city gym leader.
My Little Delirium - Chapter 3
Twilight paused only to tie her hair back in a tight bun, before trotting in place a few steps. "then try'n keep up!" applejack winked and, before twilight could muster a reply, applejack took off at a full gallop.
A Fox Romance (Chapters 1 and 2)
Vicky snarled and threw a bun at daniel. "ok ok! seesh!" daniel yelled and laughed. i looked at vicky and daniel and smiled. "hey guys, really. it's not that serious.
Indigo Night- Chapter 10: Resurrection
From beyond the tall glass windows, orson observes them closely from his vantage point behind the bar, his eyes squinting as he ties his waist length hair into a neat bun. "a little overprotective, isn't he?" aarden whispers to phoenix.
The Idol of Blotana
His legs had turned from buns into full-on loaves as his thighs rose like yeast with every second that past. his arms had thickened up like a roast, mimicking the flabby folds that now adorned his neck where a scarf had once sat.