Steampunk Rainbow Bunny

I'm not really sure if this qualifies as steampunk, as the only, well, steampunk-y thing about it is the metal eye. I like to think, though, that it's actually a bunny-cyborg and it can use its eye to shoot laser beams and stuff. Perhaps with the combination of cute adorableness and a bronze death ray it could classify.

I guess, worst comes to worst, though, I could just call it Rainbow Cyborg Bunny. ...In all honesty, I think I like that name better.

I may like to shoot things with lasers, but at least I don't eat souls the way normal bunnies eat tasty carrots!

Benjamin, Part II

I wrote a piano part for the song! I'm rather proud of it, mostly because I didn't know I could write songs on the piano and yet somehow did. It makes me very happy inside, and I should probably try to start composing/improvising in keys other than C, but hey, it's a start, right?
I love being able to do things.

I think probably the most impressive part of this video, though, is the part where I managed to balance the camera on a brass reading lamp.

Benjamin

I've been working on writing a few songs lately. They're pretty simple, but it is much easier to compose on Norton than on the piano. With a ukulele, you really only need to use chords and strumming pattern, but on the piano, you need to do much fancier things. It's also harder to remember, and I find it difficult to write music down.
Either way, I'm fairly pleased with the results. This song is a composition I started writing two years ago, but only just finished up today. The inspiration was a character of mine in a story, who is much different now than envisioned then, but I still named the song after him because I liked the way it sounded.
The video is awful, as usual, because I have next to zero practice performing, and also my camera is  just your standard digital camera and does not have beautiful recording quality. Please forgive me, and just listen to the pretty music. (It helps to read the words while listening).

Benjamin

 A white rabbit sits at the head of the table

Sipping blood as drink

I've been lost here for so long

Where are you? I think

That the black pine grove was real in my head

Why can't you see it?

“You're mad” I know the black bird said

Why can't I believe it?

And sometimes I miss you and sometimes I don't

And sometimes I see lights

Out in the orchard, amidst all the pine trees

Burning up the night.

And I know what the blackbird said was true

But it's kind of pleasant here

I have all my rabbits, and normal habits

And never all that fear.

Sometimes I'll see you, shouting in the pine grove

But I can never hear.

Sometimes the music's just too loud

But mostly I don't care.

If I ever come home, I'll be sure to say hello

But I'm not so sure I will.

The blackbird doesn't visit much

Neither does winter's chill.

And sometimes I miss you, and sometimes I don't,

And sometimes I just think

That the black pine grove was real in my head

And at the table the glasses clink.

Ghost Bunny

The thing about my creations is, no matter how horrific, deranged, or completely demonic they look, they will never try to eat your soul with their little bunny teeth.

Except Ghost Bunny, of course. But only when I say so, because I rule all of my creations. 

Do not anger Ghost Bunny. Or his friend Grace. Or me, because Ghost Bunny will suck out your soul. With his little bunny teeth. And then he will proceed to eat it in an adorable manner, rather like a crisp, crunchy
carrot.

EXCEPT THAT CARROT WILL BE YOUR SOUL.