Amazing how a single caption can completely shift the mood, I'm so fucking scared now. I weep at how you curse us with baller knowledge flopsy bunny.

EXOWORO FOREEEVVVEEEERRRR

If I had a nickel for every time I've seen fatfur Normalsville art I'd have maybe two nickels. Now, that's not much but it's kind of funny how it's happened again atp. hjelp

Forgot about that ahhhaha. "Can't you do it while parked?" look, the guy is an immovable object as is ogay his ass is always parked. Otherwise, behind the wheel, behold: THE UNSTOPPABLE FORCE OF GAY, GLUTTONOUS LOVE. Automobile ahead? Stop sign? Boom. bye idc (it just works). Wideloads make it work.

Assertively feeding someone while on their lap, creating a plush sandwich between each other and the carseat, all while working to shove the multiple bags-worth of fastfood you just ordered is so dreamy. I swear it's underrated. Something about sharing a small space & resting on their gut, you know?

CAUGHT UP WITH SOMEONE TONIGHT AND IN ALL CAPS THEY ADMITTED TO WANTING TO SEND IT TO ME FIRST LOL– I'm the freak for reality warping after all >w>

It's fun to find out you're as effortlessly~ malleable as quite literally everything, isn't it? A contagion: it encroaches without lifting a finger.

It's the sinking room that has me enthralled. I really love how you've structured this, and how the room is so contrarily dull (reminds me of Paranormal Activity)– so then it amplifies the silliness of their new lived reality.

Can't wait to show my TF friends this, I want to see them melt :)

Being a freak and an otherwise kind, capable, and layered person are not mutually exclusive. Likewise, abnormal or post-internet proclivities are.. way more common than I realised. By meeting others, I realised I could discuss interests with the added trust + affirmation to discuss kinks as well.

Kicking myself for not reading it this way sooner. You're right, you're actually so on point wth. Amazing how dramatic of a difference a comma (or the omission of one) can be arhghfhhf arf arf bark

At least the job market is saved :))

I feel like after a certain threshold of %bodyfat is passed over (and then drowned in lard) a fatfur becomes deep-dish pizza coded. So full, so soft and voluminous, pooling with so much to indulge on. It's warm, excessive, and gratifying. I yearn for Chicago style to be the standard.

Maybe it's universal but most neurodivergent people I've met can recall saying something they thought was in jest only to be met by shock or confusion. It can sometimes go unresolved because nobody might say why. It's been ages since I've done so, but I'm glad I have friends I can talk through with.

What if instead of Silksong it was Pilksong and Hornet was dunked into a life-sized bottle of Pepsi milk and sort of forgot the whole main plot to be a fatfur instead. This would sell gajillions I think.

Probably a popular Youtuber (I'd like to emphasise there are several into fatfurs). Alternatively, does FattyDragonite count? Their films are so popular– that's got to be worth something idk I'm technically assuming they've seen your stuff.

This scene elicited an odd mirage of a connection to *something* that I couldn't quite lay a finger on. May as well have been Déjà vu. Hours later, I remembered one of those dorky bunny videos. because. because every rabbit-punk has a trove of those, it's awesome lol.

Bunnies do this!!