Welp, my first post here, I’ll upload more soon
Sweet pre traumatized stock
I dig the artwork, and don’t recognize the style.
Pleased to meet you @Larur!
Nice! Good work, love the style
This warms my cold, dead heart
If the little shit wanted food, maybe he should’ve thought about being born a better color. Idiot foal.
Great first post. Excited to see more of your stuff
Yeah, thats what they get for being dumb
Welcome to FC, always glad to see new artists (and writers and anyone else really).
This piece hurts me. I’m a total softie for poopie fluffies. Then again, you drew him looking huge and quite built-looking despite the visible ribs. Who knows, maybe he could still kick his mother’s ass.
Thanks!
By the way… Enfie babbeh posts are allowed here?
Yes but only under controversial
BobertDanktonIII is correct. By default they are not visible, but they’re around for the people with the stomach for nasty controversial fluffy abuse. Since it’s part of the lore/general canon around fluffies (as hellgremlins), we can’t bar or deny it outright. But enfie foals are an area that even many hardcore abusers have trouble with. So we keep it out of the main dashboard by default.
~Mother wakes up and snorts as she see’s the dream bubble~
~stomp pafs over to the brown foal and gives the dream bubble sorry hoofies~
“Onwy miwkies fo’ poopy babbeh am chocowate!” The mother says proceeding to drown the foal in diarrhea. Feeling content the mother returns to the box and the fluff pile before her best foals begin to feel deprived of her warmth.
Slow clap
Perfect. An excellent vignette illustrating the nature of a street fluffy’s uselessness.
Welcome to the FC.
I guess I’ll adopt brownie while the others watch
He gets milkies nutrients through poop and he’s still not satisfied.
They really do bring the hate on themselves.
Degenerate wandering into alleyway: well I know how to make you a good fluffy mommy. (removes eyes)
Which is further evidence that I am the human version of a brown fluffy foal, on a serious note awesome artwork and keep up the great work
But before she got back a rat came in and ate her best foals leaving the poopie foals her lastest babbeh
I love him
I love the far-off smile the starving babbeh has. Perhaps in its last moments, and that’s what it sees in the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s mummah had the power to give that babbeh its literal paradise, simple as it is, and refused for no other reason than the color of its fur.
Great, great sadbox.
His poor tumtum could be full of nummy nummy poopies, but he had to be proud.