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Fluff Ghetto (fluffy RP containment thread)

Who is best floofer?

  • Kitteh

    Votes: 27 42.2%
  • Pupper

    Votes: 6 9.4%
  • Tanuki

    Votes: 11 17.2%
  • Honey Badger

    Votes: 7 10.9%
  • Squrl

    Votes: 2 3.1%
  • Cousin It

    Votes: 2 3.1%
  • Nigella Lawson

    Votes: 5 7.8%
  • Eigenket of the Hamiltonian

    Votes: 1 1.6%
  • Wombat

    Votes: 1 1.6%
  • Koala

    Votes: 2 3.1%

  • Total voters
    64

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*Licks the Kitty* "Me-Mew!"

That cat is thinking: kill me now, please.

*wraps self on the cute police kitty
I will never let you go.

Yes, yes we should. A fluffy RPing thread would be neat.

AAAAGGHGHHHH
Assault on an officer! Assault on an officer!

Biigoh
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Wow hey whoa wow. I was already cuddling the police cat. How dare you sir. HOW DARE YOU!
Right, you lot, they don't want you clogging up the mainstream with your fluffy RPing. You know what that means?

INTO THE FLUFF GHETTO WITH YOU!

(Also pre-emptively Biigoh, relevant to your interests)

Let thread be home to all freeform fluffy, or other RPing, that is unwelcome in serious threads.

*Pets tiny pupper*
 
*Backs away slowly*

Did you just refer to humans as food and pets?
Silly you. Hoomans aren't pets. They are too stupid for that, they are slaves. And they are only emergency food supply for when their powers to get me food without hunting suddenly disappear!

As long as they continue to give me tribute and worship they are fine~
 
Silly you. Hoomans aren't pets. They are too stupid for that, they are slaves. And they are only emergency food supply for when their powers to get me food without hunting suddenly disappear!

As long as they continue to give me tribute and worship they are fine~

Not even lewd pets?
 
The aged spaniel shuffles into the room. Though his hearing is failing him, he can still make out the rustle of a food packet from the other end of the house. Though his eyes are diminished, his nose still works just fine to alert him to the presence of tasty morsels. Even as the arthritis plagues him so, it does not prevent him from getting up on the counter to retrieve any delights that one of the Gods may have so thoughtfully left out for him.

A great sniff brings disappointment. The Gods are not present, nor is there anything tasty lurking nearby. The room is entirely without interest, and so he shambles over to a comfortable rug by the radiator, flopping onto his belly with a great sigh.

He cares not that his wanderings may have inconvenienced one of the indignant puffballs. They are tricksy, capricious, and generally inedible, and therefore best ignored.

Basking in the warmth of the radiator he drifts into slumber, pausing on his way only to release a tremendous fart.

He dreams of a field full of frolicking sausage links, inattentive and incautious to the predations of a mighty hunter.
 
*places Soft Meat Crown on head of the old dog*
The aged spaniel awakes. Something is near.

A quick snuffling reveals the presence of God. More importantly, the scent of a dainty morsel fills his nose. There is a light pressure on his forehead... he remembers this.

Ancient hips creak in protest as the mighty, noble hound rises majestically onto his haunches. His spine straightens as he balances upon his buttocks, forelimbs proudly held in a beautiful pose. The morsel sits safely atop his head, as God ordained it should, so long ago. The tail wags, signalling to God that he is attentive, and ready for the holy command.

...Or for God to look away for half a second.

You know.

Either way's fine.
 

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