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Commissioned MarshmallowtheFox for a profile picture because I really like her style and she's crazy affordable.

She normally draws / writes slightly darker TF stuff, but this proves she's just as capable of cute things!

I recommend:
A Friend Like No Other (Feral Dog to Human TF) A girl sat by her bed, no older than nine. She gently lied aross it, staring blankly, her cheeks tear stained and salty. The room she resided in was grey, lifeless, as the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops tapped against the foggy windowsill. She looked over her dresser, where a dusty picture frame sat by, depicting a joyful, small little girl in pigtails huddling a tall, dainty woman with a pixie cut in beige-yellow dress, both smiling along a beach shore. She sniffed whilst shuffling her body, rubbing her eyes as her lips began quivering.
She buried herself in her arms, holding back her urge to cry. After all, she remembered the faded memory of her mother saying it to her that one day.
"Crying can't solve anything, you know." The picture appeared in her head, so crystal clear that she could almost hear her tender voice again. She squeezed herself into a tiny little ball, as a storm of emotions began sweeping over her.
She heard a slow creak. Oblivious towards it, she continued

Description
Commissioned MarshmallowtheFox for a profile picture because I really like her style and she's crazy affordable.

She normally draws / writes slightly darker TF stuff, but this proves she's just as capable of cute things!

I recommend:
A Friend Like No Other (Feral Dog to Human TF) A girl sat by her bed, no older than nine. She gently lied aross it, staring blankly, her cheeks tear stained and salty. The room she resided in was grey, lifeless, as the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops tapped against the foggy windowsill. She looked over her dresser, where a dusty picture frame sat by, depicting a joyful, small little girl in pigtails huddling a tall, dainty woman with a pixie cut in beige-yellow dress, both smiling along a beach shore. She sniffed whilst shuffling her body, rubbing her eyes as her lips began quivering.
She buried herself in her arms, holding back her urge to cry. After all, she remembered the faded memory of her mother saying it to her that one day.
"Crying can't solve anything, you know." The picture appeared in her head, so crystal clear that she could almost hear her tender voice again. She squeezed herself into a tiny little ball, as a storm of emotions began sweeping over her.
She heard a slow creak. Oblivious towards it, she continued