#fluffle edits

[flufflecat]

gojo looked different in the new chapter

[call-me-eds]

The Boy is Mine (call-me-eds version)

I was not tagged in @carolmunson 's writing challenge, and encourage with her for other small writers to jump in and participate in anything that sparks interest or creativity! Find the guidelines here and check out her ongoing masterlist to see all of the other incredible editions :)

Masterlist

A romantic night in at the trailer. 

Fluff | WC: 2.5 K

“I ran out of, like, nice cups, is this okay?” Eddie extended a plastic souvenir cup with the Cubs logo half chipped off, and it took everything in you not to slap it out of his hand. 

The gravity of this night was not being taken seriously by anyone, and it was driving you up a wall. You could only give your own 100%, nothing more, but apparently you’d need to drag the effort from the Munson’s with your bare hands.

“No, it’s not okay! This is a date, you need to make a good impression,” you abandoned your station at the counter to start rifling through cabinets. There were three open bottles of whiskey in the trailer but not a single cocktail glass. Eddie’s soft voice barely pulled your wandering thoughts from wondering how long it would take you to run home to get two of your own glasses.

“Baby, do I need to remind you that neither of us are going on this date?” he asked, avoiding the urge to come behind you and put his hand on your shoulders to manually relax them. He didn’t want to lose a limb and you were dangerously close to the knife block. He looked on, feeling helpless in his own home while you ran around like the queen was coming over.

Whatever, it could have been possible that you were going a little overboard, but all you wanted was for Wayne to have a good night. He was so kind and hardworking, and putting up with Eddie was an exhausting job. The man was a saint.

So you messed with one of the lightbulbs to dim the light, fluffled the one throw pillow that the men had, and convinced Wayne to take his time getting ready while you and Eddie made a round of drinks that didn’t come with a tab or need a bottle opener. 

“We don’t have time for reminders, just line the rims,” you said, carefully putting down the only two matching drinking glasses. They weren’t the martini glasses in your vision, but they would have to do. 

“Vanilla frosting?” he confirmed. “What, is this Christmas-themed?” he joked, but took care in looking at the photo on the recipe you ripped out from an old home magazine you found. He gently inserted the glass and spun it around. No matter how much he teased you, you knew that he wanted the night to go well for his uncle just as badly as you did.

“So what if it is? Who doesn’t love Christmas?” you asked, going back to arranging the food you put on a tray you found that might have been older than Eddie. He finished his task, taking the care he knew you would have, quickly swiping his finger through the sugary substance when you were turned away.

“Everyone does, it’ll be a hit,” he said, maybe just to make you feel better, and licked his finger clean before you could catch him. “But if you don’t relax, you’re going to hit the floor,” he side-swiped you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, going to the sink.

With the self-imposed expectations you put on yourself to ensure your boyfriend’s father figure had a great night was the guilt that came from forcing your man to anticipate your wants for the night. There weren’t any canceled plans, and just a few snippy comments, but you were sure there were other ways Eddie would want to be spending his Saturday night off from work. Between ironing the one tailored shirt in Wayne’s closet and taking your own laundry down from the clothesline, you told Eddie to call Steve and make plans to meet him and Robin at The Hideout for a few drinks. 

Non-peppermint drinks. Which smelled like Macy’s in December and were definitely from the holiday edition of the magazine. You didn’t have time to overthink your out-of-season choice, though, because Wayne was coming out of the bathroom smelling suspiciously like Eddie when you went out on special occasions. A mental note fleetingly popped into your head to buy your boyfriend his own, different scented, bottle of cologne.

“I could have sworn I told you two to scram,” Wayne said, a hint of sincerity in his mocking tone. His eyes scanned over your spread with equal parts appreciation and confusion. Fine, maybe wintery cocktails, carrots, and crackers didn’t exactly go together, but you were working on a tight timeline and whatever you could scrounge up from the Quick-Mart.

“We’re going soon, I swear,” you promised, mixing the combination of ingredients that you thought might be on the sweet side for Wayne’s preference, but were sure that his date would prefer to a Heineken. There wasn’t a cocktail shaker at your disposal, a measuring cup and a fork would have to get the job done.

Eddie could read the two of you like a book. The nervous energy you were emitting had him wanting to stay out of the way, so he washed and dried the few dishes you dirtied in record time. The domestic act may not have been as exciting as ripping a guitar solo, but it was just as sexy to you, especially when you didn’t even need to ask. Not that you were paying a speck of attention to him at the moment.

“Now Sally’s just coming over for a little while before we go to our rummy game,” Wayne said, sounding like he was warning you both to behave before leaving you with a babysitter. “So you don’t have to be out all night, but I don’t want you making her feel crowded,” he pointedly looked at Eddie this time, who couldn’t even pretend not to understand.

The last time the two of you had been around when Wayne’s “friend” Sally came over, Eddie wouldn’t stop asking her questions about her job, her family, her weekend routine, and you feared he was getting dangerously close to inquiring about her medical history and savings account.

“We’ll be out of your hair, don’t worry,” you confirmed, doing one last sweep to make sure there wasn’t a trace of Eddie in the living room. As endearing as he might be, your boyfriend had a tendency to leave anything that belonged to him in the shared space of the trailer. 

“Now listen, here, partner,” the dark-haired Tasmanian devil strode up to his uncle in imitation and smacked a hand on his shoulder. “We’re not going far, so if there’s any funny business going on under this roof I will know about it.” The two of you heard a version of the same speech any time Wayne was going to the bar or leaving for a shift and you two would be by yourselves. It had the opposite effect, making you act all the more quicker so you’d be put back together when he came back home.

“Son, I was getting into funny business before you were born,” he responded, knocking Eddie’s bravado right off its kilter.

“Oh, ew, I don’t want to think about that!” he whined, blush appearing faster than his hands could cover his face.

“Well, if you don’t quit it, we’re going to have a problem, then.”

“Leave him alone, let’s go,” you said, grabbing the bag of snacks reserved for you two from your grocery trip. “Have fun, Mr. Munson,” you smiled. Even though you were setting him up for a night of romance and intimacy, you still couldn’t bring yourself to call him by his first name. 

“Thank you, Darlin’, I’ll see you later,” he said, reaching out to ruffle Eddie’s hair before he was out of reach. 

“Hey!” You opened the door to separate the two before a wrestling match broke out and a button popped or a hair came out of place.

“And if you don’t start opening doors, boy, you won’t even be in amusing business, nevermind funny!” he called after the two of you, making you laugh. He kept walking, grabbing your hand and waving it around so his uncle could see the small act of romance.

The two of you strolled in between the trailers as the sun was dipping below the horizon. You let the stillness of the evening come over you, decompressing from your few high-string hours. The adrenaline seeping out of you made you more tired than you should have been before sunset, and you accepted that your actions were a bit overkill. But you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Your uncle looked really nice,” you commented, smiling at the thought of him deciding what to wear and pulling out his fanciest belt buckle. “Like a real gentleman.”

“And you like that?” Eddie asked. “You’re not exactly dating the swankiest guy in town,” he flicked the hand that wasn’t holding yours up and down, gesturing to his sweatpants and t-shirt. You wouldn’t dignify his self-deprecation with a response, so you just squeezed his hand.

“He was nervous, it was cute,” you deflected. Eddie sat down in one of the chained-down adirondack chairs that the trailer park had surrounding a few singed logs that were last tended to before you had even met the Munsons. He reached down to grab the security measure and tug another chair as close as it could possibly get to his.

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just stayed in my room or something,” he said as you sat down. “I could have behaved myself.” Even as the words came out of his mouth, his mumbling was evidence even he didn’t believe it. “Whatever, I’ll just read about it in his little notebook later that he pretends isn’t a diary.”

“Eddie!” you laughed. “Let him have some privacy, he’s a grown man.” As you and Eddie got older, he tended to treat his uncle more like a roommate than an elder. When you first started dating he would have taken his arm from being around your shoulders when Wayne walked into the room, where now he tried to convince you that walking around in his boxers wasn’t weird, it was like wearing your own shorts.

“You love him more than me,” he deduced, flopping in the chair like a depressed fish.

“Aw, don’t be like that. that’s not even true,” you swung your leg over the arms of your chairs, and his hand drew like a magnet to your calf, starting to rub it with the amount of pressure he learned you preferred.

“Yes it is, that’s why you always want to come over to my place. You’re using me to get to him and his union insurance,” he teased, sending you into a further fit of giggles.

“Would someone that bought you your nasty snacks be using you?” you asked, handing him the plastic bag with the beef jerky he loved so much.

“You do always say this will give me a heart attack,” he smiled, ripping open one of the packages with his teeth. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, Eddie’s massaging hand lulling you into a level of relaxation that let you both know you wouldn’t be joining Steve and Robin at the bar like you originally planned. With all of his talk of malintentions on your front, you were pretty sure that he was trying to lull you into the state you were in now so he wouldn’t want to go out. 

Eddie talked a big game, but when faced with the decision to hit the town or stay curled up in bed with you, he was hiding your shoes, boiling water for tea, and putting a blanket on the radiator for maximum comfort. 

“Hey, you know I appreciate it, right?” he asked through his chewing. 

“What, the snacks? They were like, two bucks,” you told him. He pinched your skin lightly, chastising you for making him talk about how he truly felt,

“No, you doing all of that for Uncle Wayne.” You kept your eyes on the stars that were starting to dot the sky. It was always so much easier to spot them from the trailer park, even more so with Eddie by your side.

“I was happy to,” you reassured. It wasn’t a secret how much you loved spending time not only with your boyfriend, but with his uncle. He always made space for you in his home and trusted you with the most important thing in his life. 

“I know, but it still means a lot, Sweetheart. I love you,” he lifted your leg slightly so he could lean down and press his lips to your ankle where your leggings separated from your sock.

“I love you,” you answered automatically.

“Next week I’ll make sure he goes out so I can give you a romantic evening,” he promised.

“This is a romantic evening,” you hummed.

“Baby,  I know I’m white trash, but don’t let me drag you down into thinking this is romance,” he laughed. You sighed and finally took the bait from all of his negative quips.

“Okay, what’s your idea of romance, then?” 

“Not helping my uncle get laid,” he scoffed. You pulled your leg from his grasp to lightly kick at his chest. “Alright, alright. If I had unlimited cash I would start by hiring a chef to cook for us so we wouldn’t even need to leave the house,” he started, cajoling your leg back into his grasp to continue his massage.

“Does that mean I wouldn’t have to dress up?” you asked.

“Ideally, you wouldn’t be wearing anything,” he said, fully meaning it. “I’d have a new piece of jewelry come out with every course, so I guess you could wear that. And after we ate, maybe I’d hire someone to play us a concert, like Prince or someone. Then we’d go fly to France for dessert on my private jet and come home to the penthouse and watch the sunrise,” he finished.

“That’s not romantic at all,” you said. “That’s just expensive.” You pulled away this time not to punish him, but to get closer. His hand was warm from the work it was putting in on your muscles as opposed to the normal chill. 

“Okay, so then what was the right answer?” he asked. 

“This, just being together,” you said, knocking the air from his chest and the canned response from his lips. 

It was a simple answer that held much more beneath the surface. What you weren’t saying was that every time you were with him felt like you were winning the lottery. The idea of a five-star meal and some diamonds were nice, but you’d take Eddie heating up a can of soup on the stove, a bracelet made of string and beads, and him playing the same guitar riff over and over for hours over anything he could cook up in his mind.

Despite the nice picture he painted, running through his mind was a more similar scene to yours, except there was a ring on your finger.

“I guess that sounds good, too.”

[thornwolfy235]

So a while ago, I commissioned the lovely @bat-boness for art of Lucifer that I could put on a dakimakura. They did a fantastic job as always 💕, and I finally got the pillow case! Now I can show everything off!!

(I'm putting in a break 'cause this is gonna be big! I'd consider everything SFW, but his tummy is exposed in one of the pieces.)

On one side, I wanted a flirty Luci. I didn't want anything super explicit because that's just not for me, but I still wanted a cheeky, "maybe something more could happen" vibe, and Bat nailed it!

For the other, I wanted a fluffy Luci. Something cuddly and cute, "a night in watching movies" sort of thing. (The duckie plush is named Duke Fluffles.)

I had to do a squidge of editing/formatting for the dimensions of the pillow (not remotely anything against Bat's incredible work, just wanted to explain why there are slight differences between the art and the dakimakura). But here's the final results!

(Also apologies for me lurking behind him, I couldn't get a shot of the full thing otherwise 😅)

Thank you again so much, @bat-boness!! Everything came out amazing, and he fits in very nicely with my other husbandos 🥰😄

[krislgfox]

Screw it

*Throws a ref sheet of Fluffle Puff at y'all*

I changed some things in xem cuz in the old version xe looked a bit boring, so here :]

And if u curious xe're ageless(or most likely xe just doesn't remember how old are xe)

Maybe later I'll make ref sheets for my other oc's, but not promise

(Sorry if I spell xeno pronounce wrong, it's my first time using them, pls don't be shy to correct me ¡-¡)

Edit: changed outline cuz white colors, from color palette, was mixing together :_]

[grape-of-agayte]

Tales From An Insomniac Vol . 0 - Rabbitholes

~•~

“They say rabbit warrens can run into the ground forever, although I don’t think that applies to toys.”

~•~

After forcing himself to bury a creepy jack-in-the-box that kept appearing around his new house, the Leporiphobic son of the Merrick family is suddenly greeted by numerous strange tunnel systems appearing in his backyard.

At first fearing a local fluffle had decided to move in uninvited, Tommy is visited by a horror that he couldn’t even begin to imagine. And it looks like it has a special gift for him.

~•~

Viewer beware, you’re in for quite the SCARE! - These limited edition hardback copies of ‘Tales from an Insomniac’ contain some of the CREEPIEST characters and SCARIEST retellings to date!

These strange encounters and near-death standoffs are of limited time and supply, come collect yours before these tall tales are lost to time. Who knows, these mythical monsters might be more fact than fiction..

[randomthings200]

dogday and puzzlepoodle edit (gromit and fluffles In the original image)

[sprinkleonthatcriticism]

Last time I ever talk about the situation that happened on twitter and I'm done /srs

If it gets deleted, that because the artist threw a fit again or I deleted it because of stress and such EDIT 15/10/24: I really need to say this lol but, they claim that basically me making a post on Befish (rightfully calling her out for ya know, supporting a pedo that had groomed her and then marrying said pedo as well as defending his actions and invalidating other victims of fluffle puff's grooming) is "harassment" and I'm "block-evading" her. So by this person's logic (not be, the other user that I didn't name) wouldn't her calling me out too also means their harassing and block-evading a grooming victim? Because in the past, I was groomed online by some guy on google plus so by HER logic, their harassing me. /s Of course, I don't REALLY think the user is harassing or block-evading me but ya know hypocrisy.

[shyeheya]

pink and black characters are always girlfriends sorry i dont make the rules

edit because chrysalis x fluffle puff is too iconic

[sasukimimochi]

MDZS PROJECT MASTER POST!

Hi everyone!

I've changed the way that this is set up by using google drive to outsource each section bc my post was breaking, this new setup makes it easier to edit and of course the post i'm using can continue to be used without breaking.

The hyperlinks attached to the titles are generally the "first chapter" or "part" for the AU or the source for the information about the AU. some of them don't have a lot of info so they're just linked to their original posts, but the big ones have larger sources on google drive!

BEFORE YOU START READING, make sure you're looking at my original post so you can see the most up to date version.

See the full post without all the fuss here on google drive.

MASTERPOST UPDATED LAST: [ 10/5/23 ]

.✦"Ghost of Mine" / GOM - RATED EXPLICIT [ACTIVE] CH 20/?

See the full section and art list here. (you can also read about RHFF & TWPT there).

GOM SPINOFFS:

"Rose Hips and Flushed Fingertips" / RHFF [working on in bg]

"The Wild Plum Tree" / TWPT [working on in bg]

.✦“Son of the Yiling Laozu” / SOTYL - Rated Mature* [Inactive] *(Rating may adjust to Explicit if i deem it bad enough, but i'm just not sure all of what is gonna be in it despite having a good chunk of outline done).

See/Read more about SOTYL here.

.✦“Clash of Immortals” / COI - Rated Explicit [casual updates]

See/Read more about COI here.

.✦“In My Blood, Stardust Blooms” / IMBSB - Rated Mature* [casual updates] *(Rating may change depending on if i don't add anything explicit).

See/Read more about IMBSB here.

.✦“The Dead Keep Walking” / TDKW - Rated General* [casual updates] *maybe Teen if gross things are described, tbh more likely to be teen but not sure.

See/Read more about TDKW here.

.✦"Possession of the Burial Mounds" - Rated Explicit [casual updates] *Rating may change (rn its explicit for dark themes/"spice".)

PBM is a short project revolving around wwx becoming "wrong" during his 3 months missing in burial mounds.

Music playlist!

.✦Salt & Vinegar - Rated ??? [inactive]

Prompt

.✦He's Definitely Sober - Rated ??? [inactive]

Prompt

.✦Breaking Dawn - Rated Mature [Casual Updates]

Shattered Reflections (Origin story)

Breaking Dawn isn't quite modern, but it is later than mdzs time setting. No summary written yet, but all you need to know is that werewolves exist in this universe.

.✦The Night We Met - Rated ??? [Paused]

(Merxian/Traveler!Lwj AU) + Merxian/Merji AU (unnamed) - might tie this to Merxian/Traveler!Lwj au.

MerJi/TravelerJi WIP / Wangxian Prompt 1 WIP MerXian sketch / MerXian 1 (nudity & wips) MerXian 2 (sfw)  / MerXian 3 (B&W) Wangxian Prompt 1 cont. sketch Stay with me (prompt 6 + art) Deleted Scene for prompt 7 Allure of decency MerXian sketch (referred to in prompt 6 and 7) Deep Sea MerXian Edit (along with the Ao3 link for the ficlet collection).

I created these two mermay au's for mermay prompts i wrote. You can read the prompts on Ao3 as well.

Music Playlist here.

.✦Suns Out, Buns Out! - Mature

BunXian Design (link to ficlet) BunHuan Design (and ficlet)

Random Wangxian/mdzs things:

Emoji writing prompts He's a biter ficlet for @/Jiaoji (canon-themed mdzs with divergance) Ao3 "fluffles" collection, where you can find all my ficlets together (minus The Night We Met and other au's that are to be posted individually).

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[jienem]

100 followers edition

Hii guys!

Words cannot express how I am thankful for all of you who have read my fanfics😍📖😁 and I apologizes for being hiutus at the moment but I promise I'll make it up by publishing more later on. Just got lost on writer's block, I have many drafts but I couldn't seem to continue haha..

Anyways without further ado, feel free to request anything except for sm♥️t.

Thank you so much for your support and stay safe from where you are😄😁

Taglist:

@worldussysblog @luciel1 @fluffle-bean @growingupnrealizing @daruderuyoo @lucid-stories @ykiqlvr @savanaclaw1996 @yo4sblog

[auxiliarydetective]

Evie's ArtFight Gallery (2024 Edition)

Part 1/?

I promised you that I'd post my drawings, right? Well, I've already made some, in preparation of this year's actual ArtFight event.

All my characters are now updated! That means mostly that their descriptions are updated. I also gave some of them new main images though! Also, there's an entirely new character.

But first:

Vicky has a new main image!

Look at her! She's so beautiful! I'm actually really proud of the hair, because I struggled with it so much. But she actually resembles Marilyn Monroe now! Mission accomplished!

And now, for the new character. The newest OC to join the ArtFight roster is...

Celine, the Anomaly!

I wanted something Markiplier animation/Lixian appearance-esque, so... here's a little Celine for the corner of your screen! There's also gonna be a glitchy, eyestrain-y version beneath the taglist!

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Also tagging: @benevolenterrancy @fluffle-system

[flufflecat]

this is still not my beautiful wife (wip)

[sraksha]

Thanks @twilight-linkess for the tag!

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

bunny hood

campfire

chaos

cheer legend

legend

mask + wars

midlink

private oasis

twi + sky

twi + wild comfort

wind + hyrule

wind + wars

beautiful liar

flu

give that wolf (a banana)

leg + ravi + fluffle

lord fluffle puff the first

lu doodles 2

lu doodles 3

lu doodles 4

lu doodles 6

lu doodles 7

meet the blupee

mer!four

pillar race

winx club 2

waltz vs macarena

I think that's all my LU wips?? I don't actually have a wip folder, and i have multiple sketches and finished drawings on the same canvas, so i might have missed some lol

My problem with tag games is that i have absolutely no idea who to tag, sooooo... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[akiyamasmizuki]

fic

Do any of you guys read a Lillia x son? Reader?? It’s an angst fic and reader was forced to join the human side of the war then died in it when him and Lillia were reunited. There was also a songs lyrics in it like child soldier or something like that.

Edit: found it https://fluffle-writes.tumblr.com/post/673102232168841216

[nightinghoul]

The bunnies are doing very well together. For anyone just tuning in, Stewart the harlequin mini lop was very ill several weeks ago. While he was being hospitalized, I met Gilly, a torti English spot with a broken pattern. (Edit: j/k I now think she may be a rhinelander) She was at a feed store, and had been dumped in an enclosure with a whole fluffle of tiny baby rabbits (kits) that looked nothing like her.

She had a unique vibe that made me feel like she might bond with Stewart. So, once he was all better, I went back to see if she was still there, and she was! I don't like giving money to businesses who are selling animals unethically, but I also didn't like leaving the rabbits there to be crowded, and grabbed by the ears, and whatever else. Ultimately, Gilly seemed like she belonged with my Stewart, and he's particular.

They are doing really well.

She stole his hangout spot on the hearth, but he didn't fight her on it. I think she may already have him wrapped around her little paws.

Here is 46 seconds of them eating lunch together. They seem like a happy pair.

[cosmic-mortis]

op

op lemme show u a phenomenal fucking edit

about the graffiti

that description doesn’t do it justice but alas

i cried watching it omg

Seeing spider verse with my little sister