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Jit the squirrel and Ploro the stoat had been friends for some time. They liked similar things and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. However, they were vastly different creatures and each one knew it. Jit lingered in the middle of the food chain, sometimes eating things smaller than him, but very much in danger of mightier predators. Ploro was a mighty predator. What Jit could consume on his best day, Ploro could consume in an hour. In fact, Jit had witnessed many creatures very similar to him taking a one-way slide past those grinning, toony jaws.
But their friendship worked. It wasn't a perfect road, by any standard. Jit learned early on that Ploro couldn't be invited to gatherings with his other friends. The first time that happened, Jit lost four friends before he caught Ploro belching up some familiar-looking fur. Even then, there was no controlling the hunger. Every so often, Ploro would show up at the same time as another friend, and Jit simply had to accept that there was nothing he could do. Sometimes even posting a picture online of a friend who looked 'tasty' would be enough. Their icon would eventually be replaced with a picture of a familiar stoat belly. Still, Jit never turned Ploro away or went beyond a teasing scold. Maybe there was a morbid curiosity, an inexplicable desire, a fear of what Ploro might do, or maybe spending time with the stoat was just that fun.
There was nothing special about the day it finally happened. No warning. No signs. Ploro just came over like he'd done so many times before. They talked, then Jit turned his back to get something. And just like that, it was over. The stoat was feeling peckish, didn't feel like looking for food and was a little bored of the conversation. His self control just didn't hold out that day and that one instant of hunger was all it took. Jit was a good friend, but he was also a good snack. It wasn't like friends were impossible to come by, or that this was the first time the stoat had guzzled someone he liked. He was a predator. Jit may have been a friend, but he was food. Walking, talking food and it was time to put him to use. Jit's squirms were half hearted and weak. He knew there was no getting out of this. Maybe he always expected it to happen one day. His life as a squirrel was over, soon to be replaced with a silent existence as stoat fat.
Their long friendship came to a close with an unceremonious, squirrel-flavored belch.
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Jeschke
But their friendship worked. It wasn't a perfect road, by any standard. Jit learned early on that Ploro couldn't be invited to gatherings with his other friends. The first time that happened, Jit lost four friends before he caught Ploro belching up some familiar-looking fur. Even then, there was no controlling the hunger. Every so often, Ploro would show up at the same time as another friend, and Jit simply had to accept that there was nothing he could do. Sometimes even posting a picture online of a friend who looked 'tasty' would be enough. Their icon would eventually be replaced with a picture of a familiar stoat belly. Still, Jit never turned Ploro away or went beyond a teasing scold. Maybe there was a morbid curiosity, an inexplicable desire, a fear of what Ploro might do, or maybe spending time with the stoat was just that fun.
There was nothing special about the day it finally happened. No warning. No signs. Ploro just came over like he'd done so many times before. They talked, then Jit turned his back to get something. And just like that, it was over. The stoat was feeling peckish, didn't feel like looking for food and was a little bored of the conversation. His self control just didn't hold out that day and that one instant of hunger was all it took. Jit was a good friend, but he was also a good snack. It wasn't like friends were impossible to come by, or that this was the first time the stoat had guzzled someone he liked. He was a predator. Jit may have been a friend, but he was food. Walking, talking food and it was time to put him to use. Jit's squirms were half hearted and weak. He knew there was no getting out of this. Maybe he always expected it to happen one day. His life as a squirrel was over, soon to be replaced with a silent existence as stoat fat.
Their long friendship came to a close with an unceremonious, squirrel-flavored belch.
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nickwolfJit belongs to
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Seems more like it should be "one more permanent friend."
I mean, toons can't kill anything. Absolute worst thing a toon can do to anyone is A) subject them to so much slapstick humor that they'll wish they could die from it, or in this case, B) leave them hanging in some weird kind of limbo until they inevitably get belched back up (probably with canes and long old-man beards). So unless the four friends are all waiting for him on the other end with cricket bats and frying pans, he should be fine.
Not sure if that's for better or worse though. . .
I mean, toons can't kill anything. Absolute worst thing a toon can do to anyone is A) subject them to so much slapstick humor that they'll wish they could die from it, or in this case, B) leave them hanging in some weird kind of limbo until they inevitably get belched back up (probably with canes and long old-man beards). So unless the four friends are all waiting for him on the other end with cricket bats and frying pans, he should be fine.
Not sure if that's for better or worse though. . .
*shrugs* Just because you don't see them anymore doesn't mean they're dead. For fifty years, people thought Betty Boop was dead. Turned out she was waiting tables in Toon Town the whole time.
Same thing happens to toons that get eaten (or people who get eaten by toons). Yeah, you may never see them again, but "dead" and "never seen again" weren't synonyms last I checked.
Same thing happens to toons that get eaten (or people who get eaten by toons). Yeah, you may never see them again, but "dead" and "never seen again" weren't synonyms last I checked.
This is a perfect example of how one shouldn't publicly try to project their personal head canon, belief system, pattern of thought, or (to another extent) religion onto applicable material. It comes off as preachy, inconsiderate, offensive and elitist. What you effectively said to some people, though doubtless unintended, was, "what I think is right, you're wrong for having an opinion on a subjective matter, and I feel morally superior to you. You should cast aside your opinions and feelings and bow down to me, heathen savage, for clearly you are incapable of coming up with satisfactory thoughts of your own."
It comes off as really annoying and arrogant. If you want to believe that no toons ever die and nobody killed by toons dies, and that it is all script dependent, more power to you. That point of view has some credence, but the fact remains that we are discussing FICTITIOUS CHARACTERS with an uncountable plethora of IMPOSSIBLE ABILITIES by any typical definition of reality. If you simply must process and construct orderly paradigms befitting to every scenario then by all means do. But do not attempt to persuade nor expect others to convert to nor accept your line of thought. For all you know the person standing next to you could utterly despise realism restrictions being applied to fantasy scenarios, and coming at them as you did could be considered an attack on their beliefs.
Some people prefer to have loose interpretations of their fantasies and/or fetishes, and guess what: that's perfectly okay! If that doesn't work for you personally then come up with your own explanation or back story for an art piece so that you can enjoy it, then commence said merriment with the piece. Whatever you need to do you should, but don't come onto the artist or commissioners page and pedantically bleat about how THEIR INTERPRETATION of THEIR OWN ART is WRONG! It's their opinion about their own work or characters and they are completely entitled to have it, and hold it in whatever regards they so choose. It is not the place of you or anyone else to dictate how another person should feel or formulate opinions, especially when it pertains to highly subjective, fetishistic, fictional material. Everyone's opinions are correct in that person's mind, even if you don't agree with them. Be a grown up, accept that every individual is IN FACT individual by definition, keep your mouth shut and move on.
TL;DR: Don't be preachy, keep your head canon in your head, and shut up and fap.
It comes off as really annoying and arrogant. If you want to believe that no toons ever die and nobody killed by toons dies, and that it is all script dependent, more power to you. That point of view has some credence, but the fact remains that we are discussing FICTITIOUS CHARACTERS with an uncountable plethora of IMPOSSIBLE ABILITIES by any typical definition of reality. If you simply must process and construct orderly paradigms befitting to every scenario then by all means do. But do not attempt to persuade nor expect others to convert to nor accept your line of thought. For all you know the person standing next to you could utterly despise realism restrictions being applied to fantasy scenarios, and coming at them as you did could be considered an attack on their beliefs.
Some people prefer to have loose interpretations of their fantasies and/or fetishes, and guess what: that's perfectly okay! If that doesn't work for you personally then come up with your own explanation or back story for an art piece so that you can enjoy it, then commence said merriment with the piece. Whatever you need to do you should, but don't come onto the artist or commissioners page and pedantically bleat about how THEIR INTERPRETATION of THEIR OWN ART is WRONG! It's their opinion about their own work or characters and they are completely entitled to have it, and hold it in whatever regards they so choose. It is not the place of you or anyone else to dictate how another person should feel or formulate opinions, especially when it pertains to highly subjective, fetishistic, fictional material. Everyone's opinions are correct in that person's mind, even if you don't agree with them. Be a grown up, accept that every individual is IN FACT individual by definition, keep your mouth shut and move on.
TL;DR: Don't be preachy, keep your head canon in your head, and shut up and fap.
Funny, all this time, I thought I was just being cheeky and interpretive. I wasn't advocating for any other alternative canon -- just substituting one more possibility. And even then, I wasn't "projecting my personal held canon" -- it was just an excuse to share the amusing mental image of friends waiting for him with cricket bats.
So watching Xionzappa, and now you, both get a stick up your ass big enough to knock out your teeth because somebody threw out there a possible alternative, I can't help but be reminded of all the idiots in the Religious Right who advocate for draconian oppressive policies whist simultaneously whining that they're being oppressed.
Do you not realize that Xionzappa did exactly what you are complaining about, and that, with this lengthy tirade of a post, you have now done it to an even greater degree? Did you really feel okay with yourself ending with "don't be preachy" when your one post wound up being longer (though said far less) than all three of my notes combined?
Don't bother replying; I won't read it. I'm forced to deal with enough hypocrites at work -- be damned if I'm going to start putting up with them in my free time too.
So watching Xionzappa, and now you, both get a stick up your ass big enough to knock out your teeth because somebody threw out there a possible alternative, I can't help but be reminded of all the idiots in the Religious Right who advocate for draconian oppressive policies whist simultaneously whining that they're being oppressed.
Do you not realize that Xionzappa did exactly what you are complaining about, and that, with this lengthy tirade of a post, you have now done it to an even greater degree? Did you really feel okay with yourself ending with "don't be preachy" when your one post wound up being longer (though said far less) than all three of my notes combined?
Don't bother replying; I won't read it. I'm forced to deal with enough hypocrites at work -- be damned if I'm going to start putting up with them in my free time too.
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