furnut: "Now Katia, before you viciously tear apart this dead fish, remember to say a quick little prayer to our magical provider in the sky, Lord Raderkaz."
Bluedragon: Lord Raderkaz most likely caused the bone-choking incident which immediately proceeded this. But let's not think about this now and enjoy the happy moment just before.
(Wow - I'm really starting to think like Kaz! That's a bad thing.)
AMKitsune: My headcanon for this: It's little Katia's birthday and her parents had begged the lord of the castle to give them one of his finer, imported fish from the kitchen (in exchange for an unreasonable amount of unpaid overtime in their regular duties).
Expecting nothing but a regular paupers dinner, with a small song and well-wishings, Katia's eye's lit up in shock and awe as she was instead presented with a whole, freshly grilled fish.
As the plate was placed before her, excitement bubbled up within, as her tail rapidly swished from side to side, betraying her feelings to everyone nearby.
"Is... Is this, for me?" She asked her parents, trying her best to remain humble and non-expectant.
Sitting at the other side of the table, each with their plates of hardening bread and bowls half filed with cabbage soup, they replied with big smiles, "Of course. This is a very special occasion. It's not every day a little girl turns [whatever age you think works best], is it?"
With an open jawed smile nearly as big as the fish itself, Katia burst into thanks and hurriedly started slicing up her dinner. After the fist couple of delicious mouthfuls, she noticed that her parents were just soaking up their soup and weren't having anything nearly as nice as she was. Feeling a little disheartened by this, she took her fork and split the remaining fish into thirds, two of which she took in hand, leant over the table and placed on her parents bread plates.
"You'll have some too, right?" she asked.
They both looked at each-other for a second, before her mother turned back to Katia and asked, "Don't you want the whole thing sweetie? We probably won't have another like it for quite a while."
"Oh, yeah, I do... But then you wouldn't get one for a really long time, right? I'd rather we all got to share it anyway, if that's ok..."
Hearing this, her parents both got up, stepped around the table and leant in to give Katia a big hug.
"Of course it is dear." her father replied, welling up from his daughter's selfless gesture.
picartosux: After picartosux woke up and brushed his teeth, he went to his computer desktop expecting nothing of interest. Yawning and stretching, he remembers to check up on Prequel booru's comments.
"Man, I wonder if anyone replied to any of my dumb nonsensical comments" he thinks to himself, "probably not, but might as well check".
As he clumsily scrolled down the page, something quickly grabbed his attention. There was a gigantic block of text inside a comment. At first picartosux thought that it might be some kind of art criticism, but after rubbing his eyes he looked at it again and realised that it's...
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed in shock, twitching his eye, "someone wrote A FANFIC?!"
Usually picartosux isn't the one who usually reads fanfics, but this is a weird special occasion, since it has already grabbed his attention and his gaze couldn't be averted, so he sighed and read the whole thing.
The short fanfic that he read was as sickly adorable and heart-wrenching as the original art. Atlthough he had somewhat enjoyed that fanfic, picartosux, after having his soul sucked away, curses AMKitsune for writing this painfully cute piece of fiction and also curses FurNut for drawing this awfully adorable picture in the first place. He then proceeds to ironically write his comment in the same style of fiction just to "mock" AMKitsune, slowly realising that this thing is becoming more serious with every new word.
After finishing writing it, picartosux starts wondering where did his life go wrong and why can't he stop himself from doing insanely stupid things. After posting this comment, he tries to wipe his memory of this ever happening to no avail.
Probablynotafurry: "That's a lot of reading" Muttered probablynotafurry, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as their face contorts from the subsequent yawn.
"I really should just go to bed" They said with an exasperated sigh, Procrastination though, rules the day for this blighted creature and lacking the conviction to follow through with their own halfhearted remark, they began to Digest the literary buffet.
It was of course, fanfiction, written to lend the author's interpretation to the reader in an unabashed display. nearing the end of the story probablynotafurry noticed the crooked guise of a smile creeping across their face. The Context of the picture worked well with the fanfiction and both fit the tone of the source material as well as adequately providing contrast for the tragic circumstance explored more in depth in the comic itself.
With the story finished, probablynotafurry quickly discarded their smile to replace it with a more stoic and neutral expression and began reading the next post, yet another formidable wall of text, daring those with the patience to overcome its daunting deluge of dictomantic doom.
Finishing the last word with renewed purpose, probablynotafurry found that the second novel just as entertaining as the last, but for very different reasons. With nary a second thought they begin to compose something pointless, unoriginal and and tackles. For what more can you ask of the internet at large?
"This took way to long for how few words there are" probablynotafurry remarks looking over the garbage fire they had intended to release on the residents of the booru. They take a moment to reflect on the possible ramifications of their actions, wither simply commenting because they could is reason enough and how far one can go before their comment no longer pertains to the art at hand. They also wonder if everyone would like their comments more if they got a new car or something. Honestly, probablynotafurry should be more worried about getting to sleep or fixing the gutters or maybe actually coming up with some kind of endi
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Expecting nothing but a regular paupers dinner, with a small song and well-wishings, Katia's eye's lit up in shock and awe as she was instead presented with a whole, freshly grilled fish.
As the plate was placed before her, excitement bubbled up within, as her tail rapidly swished from side to side, betraying her feelings to everyone nearby.
"Is... Is this, for me?" She asked her parents, trying her best to remain humble and non-expectant.
Sitting at the other side of the table, each with their plates of hardening bread and bowls half filed with cabbage soup, they replied with big smiles, "Of course. This is a very special occasion. It's not every day a little girl turns [whatever age you think works best], is it?"
With an open jawed smile nearly as big as the fish itself, Katia burst into thanks and hurriedly started slicing up her dinner. After the fist couple of delicious mouthfuls, she noticed that her parents were just soaking up their soup and weren't having anything nearly as nice as she was. Feeling a little disheartened by this, she took her fork and split the remaining fish into thirds, two of which she took in hand, leant over the table and placed on her parents bread plates.
"You'll have some too, right?" she asked.
They both looked at each-other for a second, before her mother turned back to Katia and asked, "Don't you want the whole thing sweetie? We probably won't have another like it for quite a while."
"Oh, yeah, I do... But then you wouldn't get one for a really long time, right? I'd rather we all got to share it anyway, if that's ok..."
Hearing this, her parents both got up, stepped around the table and leant in to give Katia a big hug.
"Of course it is dear." her father replied, welling up from his daughter's selfless gesture.
"It's your special day after all."
"Man, I wonder if anyone replied to any of my dumb nonsensical comments" he thinks to himself, "probably not, but might as well check".
As he clumsily scrolled down the page, something quickly grabbed his attention. There was a gigantic block of text inside a comment. At first picartosux thought that it might be some kind of art criticism, but after rubbing his eyes he looked at it again and realised that it's...
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed in shock, twitching his eye, "someone wrote A FANFIC?!"
Usually picartosux isn't the one who usually reads fanfics, but this is a weird special occasion, since it has already grabbed his attention and his gaze couldn't be averted, so he sighed and read the whole thing.
The short fanfic that he read was as sickly adorable and heart-wrenching as the original art. Atlthough he had somewhat enjoyed that fanfic, picartosux, after having his soul sucked away, curses AMKitsune for writing this painfully cute piece of fiction and also curses FurNut for drawing this awfully adorable picture in the first place. He then proceeds to ironically write his comment in the same style of fiction just to "mock" AMKitsune, slowly realising that this thing is becoming more serious with every new word.
After finishing writing it, picartosux starts wondering where did his life go wrong and why can't he stop himself from doing insanely stupid things. After posting this comment, he tries to wipe his memory of this ever happening to no avail.
"I really should just go to bed" They said with an exasperated sigh, Procrastination though, rules the day for this blighted creature and lacking the conviction to follow through with their own halfhearted remark, they began to Digest the literary buffet.
It was of course, fanfiction, written to lend the author's interpretation to the reader in an unabashed display. nearing the end of the story probablynotafurry noticed the crooked guise of a smile creeping across their face. The Context of the picture worked well with the fanfiction and both fit the tone of the source material as well as adequately providing contrast for the tragic circumstance explored more in depth in the comic itself.
With the story finished, probablynotafurry quickly discarded their smile to replace it with a more stoic and neutral expression and began reading the next post, yet another formidable wall of text, daring those with the patience to overcome its daunting deluge of dictomantic doom.
Finishing the last word with renewed purpose, probablynotafurry found that the second novel just as entertaining as the last, but for very different reasons. With nary a second thought they begin to compose something pointless, unoriginal and and tackles. For what more can you ask of the internet at large?
"This took way to long for how few words there are" probablynotafurry remarks looking over the garbage fire they had intended to release on the residents of the booru. They take a moment to reflect on the possible ramifications of their actions, wither simply commenting because they could is reason enough and how far one can go before their comment no longer pertains to the art at hand. They also wonder if everyone would like their comments more if they got a new car or something. Honestly, probablynotafurry should be more worried about getting to sleep or fixing the gutters or maybe actually coming up with some kind of endi
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