Still trying to find my own style.
Still using a mouse like some kind of 2007 Macromedia Flash peasant.
Next time I win big at poker I’m buying a high-end tablet and paying one of the high level artists to make my “fluffy gets eaten by a goliath bird-eating spider” idea a reality.
Oh look a chamois–I need to wipe down my car.
We can be ptsd buddy’s!!
Almost completely off topic but I developed crippling arachnophobia after getting locked in a wood shed with barn spiders as a child. I fought for 32 years to overcome it and 3 months ago I bought my first tarantula! She is an Avicularia Avicularia and her name is Aranea and I love her!
I like the idea of a fluffy that’s so traumatized it stayed in the talkie babbeh stage. Not a sensitive babbeh, but rather a foal-sized fluffy that only has part of the speech programming developed due to a combination of malnutrition and psychological trauma shutting down its development. It’s trapped in a perpetual world of spider-webs and mummahs that never came, its brain too underdeveloped to understand, process, or move on from its traumas.
Spiderbait Disorder. Or just “spiderbait foals”, if you like.
All, of course, in honor of the index patient here. =)
You glorious bastard
I like the look of it good work!
A fluffy who has learnt the appropriate awe & terror for our 8-legged friends!
One highly approves.
Ha ha ha, yes
send her to Australia
This is a great idea for foalhood trauma!