Warning! Excessive Fanboying & Very Specific Detailing

  Because I know getting way too into specifics about something can come across a fair bit weird, but it's something important to me that I want to get off my chest.  ...or squeezed tightly onto it, as the case may be here!

 See, I've posted the Rainbow Dash (Wainboo Daish~) plushie I ordered online in my status updates a long while ago. More recently I went to the "Pokémon Center" and got Evanescence, my Glaceon plushie. The two could not be any more different, yet still the same! And that set me to thinking in the myriad moments I spend, late at night, buried in my plushies...

 While I will acquiesce that, of the Eeveeloutions, Flareon has the best tail & Jolteon may have the best ears... I do have a soft spot for the Ice types. What Evanescence has though, is good craftsmanship. Both of my gi-... both of t-today's examples are. While her tail hasn't any stuffing to it, it is wide, diamond-shaped and pendulously hangs a good foot below when walking around, clutching the plush to your chest. And those ears! I suppose one could say a Glaceon technically has two sets, as one seems to be a set of pigtails/feelers overlaying the also diamond-shaped ears just as long as the tail. 

 ...hmm...and those ears... I'm sure I hadn't thought of it at the time when I designed my draconequusona, Widdershins, but a good, floppy set of ears are just heavenly! Tail & ears are each about wide enough to cover the lower half & mouth and enough to snuggle into, but when you meet the oversized, sleepy time Glay-Glay *cough* Glaceon, chubby face to chubby face, you can wrap both sides of ears around your neck to fully immerse yourself in the plush! 

 And plush, she is! I cannot comprehend how something can be crafted like this! Nearest I can say, is it's like those "memory foam" mattresses. Somehow. You can bury your face right into her head-wide belly ( and I do have a remarkably large head, at that) ,have nearly an inch of Fluff on all sides of your face... and still be fully able to breathe! 

 That brings us to our first Level of Fluffiness! The most well known & imagined form of Fluff: #1. Dense Fluff!

 Dense is what you usually find, should you go in search of Fluff as I oft find myself. What's mostly air, or seems to be. Think of Pinkie Pie or Flufflepuff or any variation of silly, cute fanart you see where they play it up like it's ensnaring or engulfing passing civilians! Just as well, you can call "Fluffy" as a body type! The crucial points being: way more give & room to sink into than you would think physically possible, but still room to breathe while you're in there. 

 I do admit. That certainly is something I find attractive... in all meanings of the word. But that's just one type, one ideal. And that's not quite fair, is it?

Wainboo*cough*... Rainbow is also just as well made. Tiny little ears for nomming & chewing on, that hand's breadth muff of a tail, half-stuffed/Half-trailing mane to snuggle into... those bumpy, stuffed wings to hold you with...

 ... /blush...   be right back...

 ... Yes. I have be snuggling through most of what I've been typing here... Anyway!

 The small miracle to RD here is that she is just packed! Usually "ripped" means something bad for a cloth figure! Like the arm of most new armchairs, there is hardly any give at all in her; almost as if I was feeling actual muscle in there! Which... is kind of creepy if you think too much about it. How they even, I cannot comprehend any better! As if they had machine poured it into he! I dread the slightest wear on her, because one tiny hole would spring a Fluff leak, but that only makes me protective & love her more!

 That's the best part of this Level of Fluff: #2. Packed Fluff! The reverb. Late at night, engulfed in my roiling emotions... I can feel my own heartbeat & the warmth I can't feel on my own hit her, and return magnified, reminding me I'm alive, of what it would be like to have another there... 

 ...*ahem* So rest assured! There might be some who feel they may not have much to offer. That they couldn't put on weight or muscle mass if they tried. Doesn't mean you aren't still fluffy! Sometimes finding the right place to cuddle on somebeing makes it feel that much better! 

 One wouldn't rightfully call a mare like RD "Fluffy." But cuddling into muscle, feather, or just the soft, sensitive parts like the tummy that everybeing has (... more on that in a later blog, perhaps... have theories there too...) is every bit as Fluffy as the Fluffy Fluff that everyone else fluffs about!

 What the defining characteristics of Packed Fluff is, is that for one: it will suffocate you! There's a reason almost all pillows tend to be down or breathable. It's not Packed if you can still breathe!... though... most would say that dying to Fluffy wouldn't be all that bad of a way to go...

 So too, Packed is more naturally occurring. As opposed to what this current generation considers as "thickness" ... but that's a rant for another time...

   There is, however, a third, final form of Fluff. Namely: Dis Face o' Mine. What is typically meeting the previous two examples. Or rather: #3. Poof! 

 Poof can be, and typically is, entirely metaphorical & emotional. Rarer than the other Levels, Poof is something than can arise from the prior examples. Poof is mistreated Fluff, either from outside or internal forces. Poof doesn't like to be touched or petted... even if it desperately wants to & does anyway. Poof is pout.

 Poof physically looks more wiry, pointing every way it can. Like the tails of foxes or squirrels. There's no only partway Poof, it's always as spherical as possible! Poof knows it's Poofy, hates being Poofy and only succeeds in making itself more Poof.

 Poof happens when you're trying to be something you're not; in trying to not be so light, reactive & blown about by every slight gust. You fretter yourself & become more airy, less intact... which only makes you more Poof. Viscous Poofing.

 I'm sure we all know characters like that. Personally, I'm thinking Jigglypuff. Not the Pokémon species as a whole, that specific one. The one that only wants to sing... but sends any audience into unconsciousness by trying.

  ...and that's why I bring all this up. Because of a small confession I have to make.  ...way down here where most of you have hopefully stopped reading! *cough!*.... I do love my plushies. They're there for me. They don't ask anything. Their's are faces I can meet and see something besides judging looks. They feel real to me when so very, very little else does.

 ... I have pure, unmitigated Flufflust! 

 It's like Bloodlust, but with fluffy stuff! 

I just... it feels good to muzzle into something. Shove it as tightly into my chest as I can. To hold onto something that won't leave me, that I can't botch & make things weird and suddenly ruin things to where they tell to leave & feel bad...

 .... I wanna hug. And nothing living lets me hug.