should be scaled to weasel size, then just plunk me down on the back/butt/head of some pony in the picture. I have no shame so I probably climbed up there without permission.
actually, anyone in the collab want me to perch on them for the photo? if you do, say so in the comments. the one making the collab gets to decide though. they could even put me… on the ground… far away from anypony… all alone…
who knows what thoughts lie behind that cold, unfeeling exterior.
>Be Anon.
>Be a filly.
>Go to pet store with momma Twilight.
>Considering what pet to get with your allowance money, saved up over the course of a few months.
>Do a double take when you see a fucking weasel wearing a shirt with your likeness on it.
>It looks at you with those cold, dead beady eyes
>Right through you.
>You know this look well.
>It’s one you feel at home with.
“Mom? Can you come over here? I think I’ve found something…”
can’t even find it in my personal collection though. I may have just imagined it. not to say that I fantasize about drowning in a barrel full of… uh… yes shutting up now.
I can neither confirm nor deny whether the weasel in that other picture represents my sentiments toward filly anon.
there was a third one I thought, where someone was drowning me in a barrel full of questionable substances, but I can’t find it anymore.
please, I beg of you, put a lid on it. you must lid.
Definitely can’t weasel your way out of them.
oh no… I forgot about the weasel puns.