
Oh, you thought we were done?
*NOT MY WORK*BY THE ARTIST BIGHORSE*NOT NEW MATERIAL, CHECK THE DATE*
“Uh, Loonie?”
“Yeah, Seri?”
“Just how much carrot cake did you have?”
“All of it, I think. Well, outside of what the other gals at the Carrot Cake ChowDown managed to beat me to.”
“Ah, an eating contest. Did you win?”
“Do yah see this belleh? O’course! I may suffer from a curse that causes me to randomly inflate, but there are certain side benefits. Like being able to show up the Marcelli sisters! Fifteen cakes apiece for ‘em? Feh. Wusses.”
“I had no idea you were this competitive.”
“Aaaand stretchy! Now if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna waddle off and massage my stomach for a bit.”
Hey kids! Long time no post. After assorted and sundry issues with my desktop (dead monitor, blown CPU fan) I’m sorta kinda back online. There’s about a zillion new posts which I’ll most likely ignore since comments appear to be for chumps these days, and all sortsa journals to pour through.
Sod that, however. Fat bunny week!
Yes, yes. I’m fashionably late.
As for the artist, you’re correct! This is BigHorse’s work, and he certainly has given permission for me to slap this up online. Disclaimer: I can’t draw for shit. Shocking, I know! And no, this isn’t new stuff, check the date. Why haven’t I posted it until now? Because fuck you is why. I’ll post what I want when I want.
Remind me not to take Loonie to an All You Can Eat salad bar.
*NOT MY WORK*BY THE ARTIST BIGHORSE*NOT NEW MATERIAL, CHECK THE DATE*
“Uh, Loonie?”
“Yeah, Seri?”
“Just how much carrot cake did you have?”
“All of it, I think. Well, outside of what the other gals at the Carrot Cake ChowDown managed to beat me to.”
“Ah, an eating contest. Did you win?”
“Do yah see this belleh? O’course! I may suffer from a curse that causes me to randomly inflate, but there are certain side benefits. Like being able to show up the Marcelli sisters! Fifteen cakes apiece for ‘em? Feh. Wusses.”
“I had no idea you were this competitive.”
“Aaaand stretchy! Now if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna waddle off and massage my stomach for a bit.”
Hey kids! Long time no post. After assorted and sundry issues with my desktop (dead monitor, blown CPU fan) I’m sorta kinda back online. There’s about a zillion new posts which I’ll most likely ignore since comments appear to be for chumps these days, and all sortsa journals to pour through.
Sod that, however. Fat bunny week!
Yes, yes. I’m fashionably late.
As for the artist, you’re correct! This is BigHorse’s work, and he certainly has given permission for me to slap this up online. Disclaimer: I can’t draw for shit. Shocking, I know! And no, this isn’t new stuff, check the date. Why haven’t I posted it until now? Because fuck you is why. I’ll post what I want when I want.
Remind me not to take Loonie to an All You Can Eat salad bar.
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 425 x 1000px
File Size 153.6 kB
Hmm, that's an interesting point. Competitiveness is almost bred into storylines involving size when it comes to popular literature, you're right. I suspect since the fruits of such competitiveness are so often rather terminal, people tend not to consider such as personality traits for their characters.
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