#enjoy the fuzzy mans

[cadavvera]

Hairy Boobois

[theunfriendlyghoul]

scrolling thru the CR and dorym tags after yesterdays ep, watching people way smarter than me interpret and discuss stuff >>>>

[moeblob]

As Tales of Symphonia was my first Tales game and the only game I've beaten like five times completely... it holds a special place in my heart. I really love the cast and I was a walking strategy guide for it back in the GameCube days.

I had all the unlockable outfits carried over into NG+ (gotta collect those swimsuits baby) and honestly. I just. Really like this game. I haven't played it in a while but I have it on PS3 and now I long to hook it up and play it (sorry to my many other Tales games I haven't beaten once on PS3......).

[egostrawberry]

HEY EVERY !!! ITS ME!!! EVERYONE’S FAVORITE [SOFT FUZZY MAN]!!!

Seriously though- I had a ton of fun making this. It’s uploaded to my TikTok and YouTube if you’d like to show it some love there, too! <3

[vellichorom]

would Theirry like lemon demon

in theory, strange storytelling through funky music... perhaps something he could appreciate,

but then you play two trucks & after one verse of truck sex, he forcibly turns the player off, puts on his classical playlist, & tells you to get out he needs a cigarette

[simandthedimbulbv2-0]

Uhhhh soft fuzzy man this time please!

You got it 👉👉

Lore: The running backstory for Fuzzy is that he’s the result of some kind of dubious chemical exhaust mixing with a storm cloud and gaining sentience. One of the first things he encounters after coming alive is a couple out on a date; the experience fascinates him and becomes the driving force behind his actions and sense of self.  Assorted facts under the cut!

Fuzzy’s heart produces a gravitational field that keeps his mist-body in check; the farther away from the heart, the less regulated the mist is. His heart also seems to drive his animacy and sentience, and the rest of his body ‘follows’ it around. 

While Fuzzy has a certain degree of freedom when it comes to his physical form, he is limited to a vague cloud-like representation of whatever he’s aiming to look like. 

Fuzzy can merge more vapour (such as storm clouds) into his body but can’t keep the extra volume indefinitely; he also becomes more formless the bigger he is as his heart can only manage so much mist at once. 

Being a gas, Fuzzy can enter any enclosed space that isn’t airtight. 

Fuzzy’s heart produces electricity and increases the output when he’s excited or upset, hence him sometimes causing thunderstorms when he panics.

He can also, in theory, power electrical devices this way.

It’s possible to inhale Fuzzy without being poisoned, and his chemical interaction with the body is similar to that of ether. Mainly, he causes vivid hallucinations which, in theory, allow him to physically interact with solid people (hence why he asks girls to ‘step into the mist’)

Fuzzy doesn’t ‘rain’ but it is technically possible to condense his mist into a liquid form; this, however, would probably make him potent enough to do some serious damage. (in other words, DO NOT DRINK THE MAN)

Fuzzy‘s definition of ‘girl’ is anybody who identifies as a girl and is over the age of 19, and he’s preternaturally good at identifying these people. On the other hand, Fuzzy is terrible at guessing peoples’ orientation, much to his chagrin.

Fuzzy is very naive, gullible and easily influenced when it comes to impressing girls, which often leads to him adopting rather unfortunate wooing strategies. He’s also pretty terrible with social cues, so he usually doesn’t realize when he’s coming on too strong (which is pretty much all the time). Nevertheless, he’s benign at heart and will quickly back off once he actually notices that he’s making the other party uncomfortable. 

Fuzzy’s quest for romance with a solid girl partially stems from his unstable sense of self; he’s convinced that ‘true love’ will be able to ‘ground’ him in reality. Fuzzy is terrified that if nobody acknowledges him, he’ll lose his sentience and simply turn back into an inanimate cloud. 

Fuzzy is translucent and light refracts through him in such a way that he appears to shimmer or sparkle. The more condensed he becomes, the more opaque he is, and vice versa. 

The ‘vague embrace’ of a soft fuzzy man feels a bit like being in the centre of a small, affectionate tornado. 

Fuzzy considers wind chimes an instrument and claims to play them very well. 

And here’s a lil bonus doodle of Fuzzy if he were a guy who had a surface

thanks for asking!

[b4kuch1n]

I'm not gonna screenshot it bc 1/it really doesn't matter that much and 2/the person who made the comment is a kid but: a while ago I made a comic that's supposed to be a genuine study and reinterpretation of someone else's sprite comic (made in the spirit of authenticity too - to recreate the vibes of the sprite comics from that era, iirc very specifically because it's funny) and I got a comment on that comic's post that's like "glow up"

which is a compliment obvs. and the commenter probably didn't mean anything by it, it's a common expression. but I've been trying to find a way to gracefully put that comment away ever since it appeared lol

I just very much don't want my art to be taken as trying to one-up someone else's art when that's not the piece's intention. especially when the piece that inspired my art is perceived as "low effort" or "shitpost" or stuff like that. I did mention in the tags of that post that my considering it a study is entirely genuine, and I can legitimately write pages about the cool stuff I find in it other than and inherent in the haha funneys, but that's not for you guys that's for me. I just think that approaching art competition-first like that is a miserable way to do it, and (tipping into overthinking here if the whole tiny-comment-got-stuck-in-my-brain-for-almost-a-month part hasn't given that away yet lol) I really don't want that to be the takeaway from my own art. at least generally. if I actually think the source material is trash and what I'm doing is genuinely categorically better I'd just come out and say it lmao

[protocolseben]

[noisytenant]

cant really get into nostalgiacore shit because in middle school mostly i feel like i was vibing to vocaloid music that makes me feel an ache i still dont have the context to understand + laying the groundwork for my sexuality to be as thorny and cumbersome for my adult self as humanly possible

[mrssoapmactavish]

penny for your thoughts

content warning: mature themes, talk of death, gore, violence, mature language.

synopsis: flukey and ghost have a chat about the inevitability of the end. they make a promise that neither of them reach that point prematurely.

flukey is an oc.

in the words of her lieutenant, fuckin' hell.

flukey hadn't been this unfortunate on a mission since she was a rookie, back in days long past.

but alas, here she is, self-barricaded on the roof of a compromised building on a black-ops mission, a stab wound in her thigh placed in such a position that she'd need a bit of physical therapy and proper recovery to ensure she isn't limping for the rest of her days.

if she doesn't die on this mission, her mind curses, she'll be absolutely fucked.

a deep breath leaves her as she keeps one hand pressed against the make-shift bandaging she's used, the warmth of her life-giving liquid seeping out under her fingers, staining her skin.

"this is bravo 0-7, flukey, how copy?" there's the voice she's used to. the stoic tone of her manchester lieutenant, finally coming through. if there was a god, he'd be right stoked. "bravo 0-7, flukey, how copy?"

the aussie reaches for the walkie strapped to her vest, reaching and pressing the button, her voice much more strained than she would've liked it to be. can't be weak in front of your CO, eh? not when that bugger's taken more than a few bullets in front of ya.

"this is flukey, solid copy." is all she can get out, letting go of the button and letting out a deep exhale and a groan of pain, the last of the adrenaline having finally worn off, leaving her in nothing but agony.

"thought you were gone." ghost grumbles over the comms, making a soft laugh leave her trembling lips, fingers going to clamp around the button. "fuckin' nearly did, one of those cunts got me good."

there's a pause on the other end of the line, before a gruff little sigh leaves her superior. "keep those eyes open, fluke. give me some landmarks so i can find you."

"could just drop a flare, it's a fuckin' ghost town 'round here. what with how many squirters got dropped," flukey responds, a soft sigh leaving her as she feels her pulse start to fluctuate under the hand on her wound.

"that gives you away. landmarks, fluke." there's that tone again, the one that says 'i'm the boss man, listen to me or die.'

"shit, ghost, you're really pullin' me bum leg here," she jokes, though because it's met with silence, she sighs softly. "m'on the big skyscraper, one with the fuckin' thirty floors of windows. f'i look over the ledge, i can see a fountain, fuckin' city plaza."

another moment of her pained silence, struggling to keep herself both awake and grounded, until that voice chimes in; "was that so hard?"

"respectfully, sir, get stuffed." "glad to see you've got enough energy to get mouthy."

now that is funny, at least to flukey's blood-loss addled mind, too straddled with the impending possibility of permanent corpse status, so she laughs, unrestrained and pained, over the line.

"coulda used a big ol' shadow like you out there, lt. maybe it'd be a grave 'stead of this bullshit, got me bludgin' around. not sure i'll even make it outta this, sir." her mind is slipping away from herself, but her tongue is looser than ever– which is saying something, since she knows why bloody mactavish always gets her right hosed.

she can hear him in her head, right now. "flukey, if ye're gonna convince me you can knock back a few pints, ye've got to keep yer mouth shut 'bout it, steamin jesus, hen."

"you will make it out of this, sergeant. keep those eyes open. talk if you have to." ghost's voice is, quite honestly, the only thing keeping her fighting off that urge to just rest, close her eyes, let sleep swallow her whole.

"aw, ghost, y'gettin' all soft on me. not so much of an ankle biter now, am i?" "watch it, fluke. no one's here but us, no one'll know you died of strangulation." "takin' the piss, aye? here i was, thinkin' you an' johnny were a couple o'..." a cough interrupts her sentence, appropriately shutting her up, a satisfied rumble leaving the lieutenant because of it. can't have her insinuating he's getting busy with his sergeant, after all!

"aye, lt. penny for y'thoughts?" fluke speaks, voice soft and quiet, her eyes wandering down to the somewhat exposed skin around the gash, watching carefully as she eyes her fingertips turning a tint of white best left for ghosts made from sheets.

or the mask, her mind readily supplies.

"worth more than that," ghost grunts, entertaining her words, if not to keep her from retreating into the ending moments of her life, to see if everything really does flash before your eyes like they say.

"mm, how 'bout a pint then? pint for yer thoughts? and f'christ's sake, ghost, if i hear a joke, 'll fuckin' bury you out in the bush behind me house." she suggests, in no place or state of mind to be threatening the man willing to scale such a large building– likely not fully clear, to be plain– in order to save her.

"pint sounds fair," the man's voice rumbles, before he's quiet a moment. "entering the building. hang in there."

fluke isn't aware of how long her eyes close, though she's torn from the warm, loving embrace of death herself by the voice coming through her walkie.

"think you're not that lucky this time." "aww, bugger off." this is enough to get a rare, subtle chuckle from the lieutenant, M4 raised as he continues to sweep the building floor by floor, making his way up to the sergeant in distress.

"... think you're too young to be out here, dyin' on me." the man tells her, quiet honesty being enough to give the woman a small surge of confidence and keep her awake just a bit longer.

"so 've grown on ye, aye? cheeky. good on ye, finally gettin' in touch with your feelins', daft cunt." another laugh, this one bringing a ring of panic into ghost's mind, one that urges him to hurry the fuck up.

"think we make a deal, you and i." "yeh? what'ye want, my fuckin' leg? y'can take it, f'you get me outta here." "not quite. think we need to watch each other's back a bit more."

there's silence for a moment, flukey finally speaking up again. "sentimental. keep talkin'."

"neither of us dies out on the field. how's that for a deal?"

the prospect, especially when you feel so close to seeing your family up in the peaceful beyond, seems incredulous. though, even if it's a dying woman's wish, might as well humour him, one last time.

"...alright, sappy bugger. ye got yerself a deal." she answers, closing her eyes to rest again, the voice on the other line tapering off in the recesses of her mind, echoing like a bell in a clock tower.

it's not that much longer before her body, mostly limp, is lifted from the top of the roof by a rough brit who prays to a god long forgotten by him that the redhead makes it back to base alive enough that he hears about some shitty story of the outback.

[fictionadventurer]

Rejoice with me, for I have finished buying my Christmas present for my Secret Santa brother that everyone in the family said (without my mentioning I had him for Secret Santa) was impossible to buy for!

[toast-tales]

I did it, I posted it before lunch! I’m glad I decided to wait until today to edit, because oh lord, I don’t know what brain was writing last night but it wasn’t mine lmao

[genderpresentationmichael]

i found kurogiri in VRchat (avatar by Oraclelotl)

[l-legomaster]

ITYS ME BOY IM THE APRILS FOOL LISTEN TO ME BOY

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[ranvwoop]

💭for C!Philza. I haven't really asked about him too much actually, I need to fix that a little methinks. He's neat.

HE IS NEAT I LOVE PHIL

Phil slept on his stomach ever since November 16th (to not aggravate his healing wings), and got used to it. (Techno, a back-sleeper, has no idea how he does this).

[hirazuki]

Tfw you're keeping up with Spy x Family and Hunter x Hunter, and they both released chapters yesterday, so you read them back to back 😂