Though the artist themself marked this as General on FA, I did indeed spend an inordinate amount of time staring at that thar plumpy dumpy, examining every penstroke for the slightest trace of genitalia. Having found none, I decided to leave this post unmarked, racy though the art undoubtedly is.
Part of me agrees with your assessment, and wonders whether the line on questionable content is indeed stricter on Pawb than FA or E621.
The other half of me views asserts that such a shamelessly uncovered hind is not out of question for general-audiences content (e.g. cartoons), views such nudity-dissonance to be an unavoidable part of the Anthro-version experience and its accompanying jokes (“chicken breasts” is another obvious one of the same vein), and fully insists that the general public needs to see dat ass for their Furry exposure therapy.
I can see that you have pondered rather deeply over the matter, an inquiring mind seeking to understand the greater philosophical significance of the turdumpen. Although a dish like this is best served with stuffing, I certainly had not been expecting any ham for the Thanksgiving feast. May this masterpiece quench the appetite of a voracious audience, and may we all be thankful for dat booty.
Any chance we can get an NSFW tag? I’m getting stared down by turkey cheeks in public 💀
Though the artist themself marked this as General on FA, I did indeed spend an inordinate amount of time staring at that thar plumpy dumpy, examining every penstroke for the slightest trace of genitalia. Having found none, I decided to leave this post unmarked, racy though the art undoubtedly is.
Part of me agrees with your assessment, and wonders whether the line on questionable content is indeed stricter on Pawb than FA or E621.
The other half of me views asserts that such a shamelessly uncovered hind is not out of question for general-audiences content (e.g. cartoons), views such nudity-dissonance to be an unavoidable part of the Anthro-version experience and its accompanying jokes (“chicken breasts” is another obvious one of the same vein), and fully insists that the general public needs to see dat ass for their Furry exposure therapy.
Truly, I am torn.
Dear Mister D. Foxcoon,
I can see that you have pondered rather deeply over the matter, an inquiring mind seeking to understand the greater philosophical significance of the turdumpen. Although a dish like this is best served with stuffing, I certainly had not been expecting any ham for the Thanksgiving feast. May this masterpiece quench the appetite of a voracious audience, and may we all be thankful for dat booty.
Truly yours, Cornflake Dog.