Fluffy thread, last one hit image limit

Fluffy thread, last one hit image limit.

Also, here's my most recent edit, first time coloring anything. Comments?

any super smart user working on making this stupid things real. id like the infestation of ferasl across america to be real.

hi,i'm op from other thread came to say hi and bump, how's everyone?

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Looks cool mane, do you do any drawing too?

bumpy dampi pimpy

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Can we not fill this with the same images as the last thread?

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Shouldn't there be a last panel of the comic where the smarty is examining his toothless face?

Popcorn & Daffy

>Your fluffy Popcorn is pregnant. She should be giving birth any day now.
>You can still remember when you got her last year. A neighbor had been breeding fluffies and you were interested in taking one home.
>After your neighbor’s mare gave birth they told you that once they are old enough they would allow you to take first pick before they sold the rest.
>You set up a safe room for your new pet and made sure that when they came home they would have everything they would ever need, including a pet door to the back yard.
>Once they were ready to live one their own your neighbor called you and you went by to pick up your new adolescent fluffy.
>There were five in the litter, but one stuck out to you immediately. A snow white female with an electric yellow mane.
>She immediately ran up to you and wrapped herself around your leg. “Be nu daddeh? Wuv daddeh!”
>”Hello sweetheart, would you like to come home with me? I think I’ll call you Popcorn.”
>”Yay! Pawpcon wuv daddeh!”
>You let her say goodbye to her mother and siblings and brought her home.
>You were happy to have a female, hearing how temperamental male fluffies can be. Training her should be a piece of cake, especially since she was born in a home and not a feral.
>Boy were you wrong. She refused to use the littlebox, shitting all over her safe room, refusing to eat kibble, talking back. Luckily you had done your homework on fluffy training and were ready.

Sorry bro

You know guys, I've realized something today.

We all like seeing some fluffies suffer, especially the poorly mannered ones, bad mothers or smarty dickholes, and we all enjoy seeing other fluffies achieve a supreme sensation of joy, especially ones that were abused in the past and became considerate and selfless, like Keller or Poopsmear.

Then it hit me. We don't hate fluffies because we are sadistic fucks. We don't hate fluffies because we're depraved autists that enjoy seeing pure things turned to fetid piles of feces and gore.
No. We hate fluffies because those little sons of equine bitches are selfish. They are entitled, self centered parasitic virus-like creatures that literally exist to demand, burden and destroy everything in their immediate vicinity.

Now, this conclusion, stating that fluffies think about themselves, certainly sounds like some cynical, evil abusebox statement uttered by a man mutilating a little foal as punishment for dating to ask for something as trivial and necessary as basic nourishment. But despite the comic value, it is still entirely true. Allow me to explain.

Fluffies, as a rule, care about themselve. When ferals asks for food, protection and shelter, they always offer to give the new potential daddeh or mommah ''wuv and huggies''. Only fair, right?
Well the thing is, wuv and huggies have absolutely no objective value. When men domesticated dogs, it was done for a purpose - the need of a house guardian, as well as companion. When men domesticated cats, it was done for a purpose - the need of pest control, as well as a companion. Even hamsters were originally domesticated for a practical purpose, namely lab experimentation. So, what the fuck are fluffies good for, other than ''wuv and huggies''?
A fluffy will never propose to actually help the owner around the house in any fashion. Even fluffies that never leave the safe room could at the very least try to keep it tidy, and are notorious for failing even that. Cont.

>She quickly learned about what she called “bad poopies” and that anytime they happened she would see the sorry stick.
>Not eating her kibble and demanding “sketties” would result in no food at all the rest of the day.
>You even built a sorry box for when she would talk back or be demanding.
>Pretty soon all of her bad behavior came to an end and you got to reward her good behavior, something you had been looking forward to.
>Popcorn began getting weekly “Skettie” dinners when she would eat her kibble without complaint, regular trips to the park, and new toys.
>Her favorite would be when you would let her into the living room to watch TV with you.
>”Daddeh upsies! Pawpcon watch teebee!?” She wouldn’t even watch long, just sit with her head in your lap while you scratched her mane until she fell asleep.
>She had been with you for a year when something changed. You noticed she would pay more attention to the TV whenever a foal was on screen.
>”Do you like the little fluffies, Popcorn?”
>”Pawpcon wuv babbehs daddeh, babbehs fun to pway. When Pawpcon is big fluffy pawpcon have babbehs too, but Pawpcon just a babbeh now.”
>You realize she can’t really tell she has grown up, being the only fluffy in the house, she still thinks she is a baby. It would be good for her to have more fluffies to interact with.
>”Well Popcorn you’re a big fluffy now, and if you can take care of all your babies and teach them how to be good fluffies like I taught you, you can have babies.”
>You have never seen her so excited “Am big fwuffy! Have babbehs! Pawpcon be mommah!” Jumping all around the room.

>You began researching fluffy breeding the next day. At first you were concerned that the foals would be temperamental like Popcorn was when she was younger, but learn that temperament traits are usually inherited from the father.
>You find a breeding stud advertised as being very docile, loving, and obedient.
>A black stallion with a green mane.
>You brought Popcorn over to meet her new special friend and now here we are, waiting eagerly for your fluffy to give birth.
>Unfortunately you were not there when it happened. You arrive home from work to find her cooing with 3 newborn foals.
>2 males, one white like his mother, the other brown. 1 female, bright green like her father’s mane. All seem healthy. The two bright foals are feeding while the brown waits his turn, crying.
>You sit with them for a few minutes stoking Popcorn’s mane while she feeds her babies.
>”Ok Popcorn, time to feed the last one, these two have had enough.”
>”Nu daddeh, bestest gud babbehs get milkies.”
>You are immediately concerned. “Why don’t you feed the brown one?”
>”Dat babbeh looks like poopie and no get milkies, only pwetty babbehs get milkies.”
>You can’t believe it. You taught her better than this, and she promised you that she would take care of all of her babies.
>”Is that so?”

>You carefully take the two bright babies from their mother, being careful not to hurt them (after all, this isn’t their fault) and place them in a bowl on the table.
>”NUUUU!!!! NU TAKE BABBEHS! BABBEHS NEED MOMMAH!”
>Popcorn immediately starts jumping towards the table, almost trampling the brown foal, and you shove her against the wall to keep it safe.
>”Huuuuuu. Why daddeh give hurties? Nu wan, babbehs need mummah.”
>”You have a baby right there that needs you. FEED HIM”
>”Bu daddeh, poopie babbeh nu am pwetty. Milkie only fo pwetty babbehs!”
>”That’s it!” You pick her up by the tail and grab the sorry stick as she squeals in protest.
>”Why sawwy stick, daddeh!?!?! NUUU!” You give her 5 swift and hard strikes across the backside.
>”You promised to take care of all your babies and you broke your promise!”
>”Pawpcon sawwy, Pawpcon sawwy! Nu maw owies! Pwease daddeh, babbehs need mommah.”
>”You can have the other 2 back after you feed this one.”
>”Huuu, Pawpcon feed poopie babbeh, huuuhu.”
>”And stop calling him that. I guess he needs a name. I think I’ll call him Nut.”
>She relents and feeds Nut.
>”Pawpcon feed poo…..Newt, hav other babbehs back now?”
>You pick up the bowl with the 2 chirping babies and place them near their mother.
>”Remember Popcorn, you promised to take care of all of your babies, if this happens again you will get much worse than the sorry stick, do you understand?”

SMOKY WAWA! !
SMOKY WAWA! !

>”Pawpcon underswand daddeh. Mommah give milkies and huggies and wuv to all babbehs… “sniff” huhu.”
>Things seem to go well from here. Popcorn feeds all of the foals. When playing with them she still seems to avoid Nut but after a stern look she would cower away and let Nut play with her and the other foals.
>The other 2 seem to have no problem with Nut and play with him often, at least when Popcorn will allow. You eventually name the white one Cotton and the green one Kale.
>After a few weeks they begin to mature and start to talk. Their manes come in and they are all active and happy. Except for Nut who isn’t growing as fast as the other two.
>Whenever you are around he is being fed. His siblings play with him, even Popcorn does from time to time. Maybe he is just a runt.
>But you need to be sure. You go out and buy one of those nanny cams, the ones hidden in a teddy bear. And why not, you pick up a baby monitor too, it may come in handy.
>All the fluffies are happy about the bear, even though they can’t play with it.
>”Nu fwiend? Pway wif babbehs” Asked Kale.
>”This is a bear, he is your new friend but he is not to play with. He is gunna sit on the shelf and you can look at him.”
>”But Cotun wun pway wif bear.”
>”I know but I got you guys some new blocks to play with instead.” It is way too easy to appease them.
>”Yay, Newt wuv bwakies!”
>You get home from work the next day ready to put your plan in motion. You take the bear and connect it to the TV. Then go get your fluffies.
>”Popcorn, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
>”Daddeh have supwise for Pawpcon, extwa sketties!?!!”
>”Not really, since you’ve been such a good mother you and your babies get to watch TV tonight.”
>”YAY wuv teebee!!”

Stop it

Yeah... that's the whole point. Fluffies are the fictional embodiment of the shittiest parts of people. They are literally filled with shit and constantly spew it.

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I will post this in every thread until you like it!


Also stop this text spam shit,and stop the rp

>You bring them into the living room and switch the set on. It starts playing from just before you left for work.
>”Daddeh, babbehs on teebee?” She is clearly confused.
>”Yes Popcorn, this show is what you and your babies did today, since you’re such a good mother.”
>She immediately becomes concerned as she sees herself walking over and feeding her foals on screen.
>”Da….Daddeh, Pawpcon nu wike teebee. Nu watch nu more.”
>It seems your suspicions were correct, too furious to say anymore you just keep watching.
>You see yourself leave and as soon as you hear the sound of the door closing you watch Popcorn kick Nut away.
>”Huhu, why mommah nu wuv Newt? Giv biggest hurties?”
>”Poopie babbeh nu get milkies wen daddeh gun! Worstest babbeh!”
>After Kale and Cotton finish feeding they go over to Nut. Kale hugs him while Cotton roles over their ball.
>”Why bwudder hav saddies? Pway?!?! Make Newt fewl bettah!”
>Before Nut can even stand up Popcorn comes up. “Nu pway wif poopie babbeh! Gud babbehs gif poopie babbeh owies onwy!”
>Cotton protests “Nu mommah, Cotun wuv bwudder. Nu gif hurties, only huggies!”
>Popcorn stares down her foal. “Gud babbehs gif worstest hurties to poopie babbeh or am a bad babbeh!”
>”Ok mommah, sawwy Newt!” Both foals begin stomping Nut, crying while they do so.
>”Poopie babbeh nu tew daddeh or get fowevah sleepies!”

jesus, I got lazy. That looks terribly smudged and liney.

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my comment is that spics and niggers need to hang from trees.

Did you make this?

>You stop the tape, unable to watch anymore. You just thought that Popcorn was neglecting Nut, but encouraging her foals to hurt him. This is too far.
>You quickly grab the foals and put them back in the safe room. Popcorn is in shock from fear, barely able to speak.
>”Saa…sa…sawwy dadd…SCREEEEEE!” You grab her by the tail and take her outside. You throw her in the shed and she hits the back wall with a thud. She is out cold. Good.
>You go back inside to check on the foals.
>”Wewe mommah?!?! Mommah haf hurties?!?!”
>”Your mom is going away for a while, she was being a bad fluffy.”
>”Nuuuu, wan mommah, wan mommah!!!”
>”Its ok guys, I’m gunna take care of you.” You get out an old electric blanket to keep them warm and stay with them to make sure they feel safe, they have never been without their mother but the fact that you’re there gets them to stop crying and fall asleep.
>You head over to the 24 hour super store, you’ll need some supplies for what you’re planning.
>The next morning you open the shed door to find Popcorn quietly crying on the ground.
>”Daddeh, Pawpcon sawwy. Pwease, gif huggies, weggie haf biggest hurties!”
>Her leg is definitely broken, doesn’t matter, she won’t need it.
>You take her by the nape of her neck and put her in the car.
>At the vets office they are getting her prepped for amputation.
>”Take all four, and spay her while you’re at it.”
>”Nuuuuu, nu take weggies!!!”
>”Do you sell muzzles?”
>”Yes sir, the operation will take a few hours you can stay with her if you li…”
>”Naw, I’ve got some things to take care of.”
>The vet muzzles Popcorn as she cries and grabs for you. You make your way out the door.
>The next stop is the fluffy shelter.

edited image, removed from post. I'm on a roll. Forget it, image limit, then edited.

>”We really don’t have many adult fluffies to choose from, people don’t really want them and we usually put them down quickly. You can check out our adult pen though.”
>Five fluffies in the pen. 3 are playing together, one is asleep on its back, and one more, a yellow and red mare, sitting in a corner by itself.
>”What’s her story? The red and yellow one?”
>”That’s Daffodil. She was brought in by a breeder. Apparently she has had 3 litters, all stillborn. We’ll probably end up selling her as a milkbag or euthanizing her.”
>”She’s perfect. I’ll take her.”
>In and isolated pen you introduce yourself to your new fluffy.
>”Hi Daffodil, can I call you Daffy? They told me you had babies before.”
>”Dat ok mistah, can caw Dawfy. Dawfy have babbehs but all babbehs take fowevah sleepies. Dawfy am bad mommah. huhu”
>You feel bad. Bringing up her litters clearly made her sad.
>”I’m sorry Daffy. Listen, I have three baby fluffies that need a new mom. Would you like to come live with me and take care of my fluffy babies?
>”Daffy have new homie wif nice mistah, and haf babbehs!?!?! Dis bestest evah!!!!”
>When you get home you put Daffy in the living room and go to the safe room to check on the foals.
>They clearly are scared, their mother has been gone for a long time at this point.
>”Daddeh, wewe mommah?!?! Kawe haf tummie hurties, need milkies.”
>”You mom was a bad fluffy and had to go away, don’t worry though. I have a new mom for you. She is a good fluffy and will take good care of you.”
>”New mommah? Gif milkies and huggies to Cotun and oter fwuffies?”
>You let Daffy into the room. “This is your new mom guys. She will love and you take care of you as much as you need.”
>Both Kale and Cotton run up and jump on Daffy, chirping happily with their new mother. Nut is reluctant though. Approaching very cautiously. Daffy notices.

Nope
Onion_bubs

>”Hewwo babbeh, am nu mommah. Babbeh haf name?”
>”Babbeh……babbeh is Newt.”
>”Mommah wuv Newt, com get biggest huggies and milkies.”
>Nut jumps into her arms chirping happily as tears run down both of their faces, experiencing for the first time the love they had longed for.
>At this point you phone alarm goes off. Time to pick up Popcorn, you completely forgot.
>”I’ll be back soon guys, Daffy take care of your new babies!”
>She is still knocked out from the anesthetic by the time you get her home. You are in the shed with her when she finally wakes up.
>”Wha happen daddeh? Nu feel weggies, wewe babbehs?”
>You were a very bad fluffy Popcorn and an even worse mother. You can’t have babies anymore and your legs are gone forever. She begins to wail.
>”Huhu. Daddeh gif babbehs fowever sweepies and take weggies away! Huhuhu.”
>You muzzle her. “Your babies are not dead. Now let me show you your new home.”
>The night before you put it together. You placed her sorry box right up against the pet door to the safe room but replaced the door with two-way glass. She struggles as you place her in it and begins crying again. You take off her muzzle.
>”See safwoom and babbehs! Babbehs need mommah, Daddeh take Pawpcon to babbehs? Why babbehs nu see mommah?”
>”You can’t go in there anymore and your babies don’t need you.” Just as you say this Daffy comes into her line of sight and all 3 babies begin to play with her and feed.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh, no am mommah, Pawpcon is mommah!”
>”That’s your baby’s new mom. She is a good fluffy and takes care of all her babies.”
>”NUUUUU!” Popcorn begins to cry and squirm, you put the muzzle back on her and close the lid, but not before attaching the baby monitor so she can hear how happy her babies are with their new mother. You knew that would come in handy.

>The next few months go very well with the foal’s new mother. Despite being abandoned she was clearly well trained and taught all her new babies as well.
>She made sure they always used the litter box and never played too dangerously. She even disciplined them when need be. You found yourself rewarding them much more often for good behavior.
>It didn’t take long at all for the foals to forget their old mother. At that age their memories aren’t great anyway.
>The closest interaction they would ever have with her was playing in front of their new toy, the mirror.
>They thought it was the best to watch themselves play but it was torture for Popcorn.
>Every day you fed and cleaned Popcorn. The muzzle only came off long enough for her to eat the grass she was given.
>She would try and apologize and ask for her babies back but she quickly learned that talking or making too much noise got her the sorry stick.
>You didn’t want the foals to hear her and get confused.
>Eventually the foals had been eating solid food on their own for a few weeks and you knew it was time to let them go.
>After all, you couldn’t exactly keep 4 (well 4 ½) full grown fluffies.
>The day came for you to send them off to new homes.
>You built a small pen in the front yard for them to play in and show off to prospective buyers. You also built a table over the pen for Popcorn where she couldn’t be seen from inside the pen itself.
>You place her on the table before you let Daffy and the foals out. You want Popcorn to see this as well.

>Cotton was the first to go, followed quickly by Kale.
>Even though Nut had become your favorite you knew with his dark colors it would be harder for you to find him a home.
>You were about to call it a day and bring them back inside when a young girl and her mother strolled by.
>”Look mommy, fluffies! Can we get one?”
>”I don’t know sweety, I know we told you that we would get you one soon but I wanted to go through a professional breeder.”
>The girl approaches the pen and starts petting Nut.
>”Hewwo pwetty hoomin, am Newt, be nu mommah?”
>”Mommy I want this one, it’s really nice!”
>”Ok, if you really want it.”
>You tell Nut he is going to have a new home now. He goes and nuzzles Daffy to say goodbye while you talk to the little girl and her mom. Soon Nut is nuzzling your hand.
>”Daddeh gif upsies for by-by huggies?”
>This really touched you. You always had a soft spot in your heart for Nut but never expected him to think of missing you while he was excited about his new home.
>You pick up Nut and give him a big hug goodbye when he notices the white and yellow fluffy sitting on the table off to the side.
>”Who dat fwuffy daddeh? Why fwuffy haf nu weggies?”
>Popcorn notices he sees her and begins trying to call to him through the muzzle and wiggle around excitedly?
>”That’s a bad fluffy, bad fluffies have to lose their legs. If you want I can take you over to say hi to her.”
>”Nu daddeh, Newt nu wike bad fwuffies.”
>You hand Nut off to the little girl and they leave with him cooing in her arms.
>Tears begin streaming from Popcorn’s eyes, having been rejected by the foal she had rejected herself, with no one to love her.

Yeah I know who made it, I just thought you may be the author in question. Either way, I was posting that pic as soon as it came out, and I already like it, so mission accomplished

I'm fucking done, four times, including while I was literally commenting on this

>That night you leave her in the drop box at the same shelter where you got Daffy.
>At home you sat on the couch with Daffy’s head in your lap.
>”Dawfy miss babbehs daddeh, but Dawfy happy babbehs haf good new housies and famiwy. Dawfy wuv babbehs.”
>”You were a great mother Daffy. I’m very proud of you.” You’re not sure if she heard you or was already asleep.
>You couldn’t help but wonder about Popcorn in the shelter. It is usually a week before they put fluffies down.
>She isn’t that desirable anymore but maybe someone will take her home, like you took home Daffy.
>But like the volunteer said, people usually don’t want adult fluffies.

Sorry, I know this one's pretty old, but it gets me every time

And this one never gets posted, wonder why

FUCKING NO!

This one's my personal favorite

Who's the artist. This looks like the You Are A Rapist that I post every so often.

You know, I like anything by jberg

Not so sure myself, It is definitely the same guy who created that Martini fluffy that rapes everything though

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Also, here's that

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HERE'S YOUR FULL DOSE EVERYBODY COME AND GET IT

Good thing she's not a dog

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I'm just confused as to why you thought this was in any way related to jberg or my post

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Nah, bitch's a dog.

We've been over this

>Be Darth Maraca
>Winter is at it's highest point
>Your safety traps have caught hundreds of ferals, who are now used to help provide extra power to the town/city
>When they die, you ask that they be buried
>Although you tell them it's just easier that way to dig mass graves and use them as fertizlier
>You know that they deserve at least that
>All the fluffies you keep in your shed you bury once their time comes
>It's the humane way of doing things
>Although, when power consumption is low, and theres not much of a need for them later on in the month due to a sudden change in weather, you decide to let them go.
>Not all of them. Just enough to keep power at halfway.
>You watch over the ones that are frolicing in the snow, and although you encourage them to enjoy their 'break', they are still scared of you
>They remember the blue smarty that was killed earlier that month
>They've seen the body
>And they've seen how you've treated the ones that show resistance
>You tell them that it was for the best
That's what you tell yourself to make it seem better
>You see a few go under the bushies when the time comes for them to switch places with the ones inside
>Some won't leave, and insist on staying there
>You sigh, knowing what youll have to do
Cont.?

this looks like a pig instead a fluffy

She looks so much more like a fox than a dog to me.

In fact, to make a fluffy do something as trivially considerate of its owner (not to mention other fluffies) as shitting in a litter box requires a great deal of conditioning and punishment. Once potty trained, a fluffy will forever refer to shitting in the litter box as ''good poopies'' and will pretend it's a grand service done for the caretaker and will take pride of itself for doing it, despite being absolutely trivial. In fact, if the fluffy has the slightest hint of poor mannerism, he will very easily revert to pooping wherever it wants and even declaring it, because that is the basic code it has - do selfish, self absorbed and harmful things, and mask it under a loving facade of ''wuv and huggies'' - But NEVER truly propose to do anything helpful without some serious punishment first.

Another example is the supposed exception to this pattern of behaviour, those of mothers that actually care about take active stances in the protection and feeding of foals without having to be coerced to do so.
Yeah, no. Aside from the fact it's done by instinct, rather than choice, the majority of fluffy mothers seem to care about foals as extensions of themselves. This is the reason the bestest babbeh is usually the one that looks most similar to the mother, and a designated foal with an unpleasant color doesn't deserve to claim any milk or warmth at the expense of ''better'' foals that are closer to the mare. In fact it is often used as means of waste disposal, as the poopies of the foals are fed to it to keep the foals the mother deems closer to herself more sanitary.
Father stallions often care nothing about the mares after finishing their enfing and abandon mother and foals as neither is seen as part of itself, and thus most feral mother mares must fend and forage for themselves. Cannibalism is a last resort when the mother has to provide the best foal with milk - and is obviously done according to the hierarchy - first consume the least similar foal. cont.

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foxes arent black. dogs are tho

Indeed

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nice photoshop skills

Nice dog

something you lack as well as drawing skills you suck at drawing dogs

No we have not, you have yet to prove she's a dog.

Look here. Fox.

Why do you keep posting a dog?

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She's a motherfucking microorganism you fucking idiot!

bestest babbeh is decided by what color the mother likes the best not on how the mother looks. fluffies have no idea what they actually look like

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Do it

Let's not argue over this. It's been discussed many times, and it's been made clear time and time again it is a dog with severe facial deformations.

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Nope, it's a dog

Don't worry bro, I made you a thread to enjoy. In that thread no one has to prove anything.

a dog?

Stop replying.

Thanks for posting a fox thread dude :)

No, it's a dog. You can clearly see it, not a wolf or fox, but a dog.

Kek, funny and hits the nail on the head. Or in this case the dog in it's dog face.

Yes. A fox.

I've already said she';s a fox, why do you keep saying she's a fox to? We all know she's a fox you don't have to parrot my words!

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Can't help but notice that no one's posting in the dog thread. C'mon, I made it just for you!

Just report and keep posting fluffies. Probably just got off his last ban today.

Stop replying.

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YEA, I did the lineart for that picture.

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