I honestly got into all this and was right away smitten with the over the top miserable lives these bio toy’s can live. I knew right away that I did not want anything to do with hugbox or anything else for that matter. But slowly by surely I got more into the concept of weirdbox and only now am I contemplating maybe writing something a little more lovable dare i say. Gross I understand, please lower you’re torches. It was one story in particular that made me go awwww, and it was some story about a mare that in the end got to live in the restaurant that took her in and she passed away peacefully as she had been loved until she was an older fluff. This did not sit well with me but somewhere deep deep inside i always looked back the story with a little bit of endearment. Does anyone else struggle with hugbox or anything like this?
I like both because seeing them at their happiest can help you write them at their lowest. Understanding what makes them work in both capacities really helps.
Idk how to explain it. It feels weirder to me to not enjoy all boxes.
if you like tea and coffee, what made you able to merge liking the two?
I tend to default to hugbox or weirdbox, but I like all genres of fluffy content equally. I get people who don’t like abuse or other boxes because a lot of fluffy stuff is objectively pretty grody, but I can’t understand why you’d be genuinely disgusted by hugbox unless you have separate issues to work out and/or your view of fluffies is based on the kind of shitlordery that goes on in “justified abuse” content.
As for how you could connect them, the alternating moments of hope and darkness sweeten the emotion of whatever comes later, whether the fluffy in the center of it all lives happily ever after or gets fed to a meat grinder. They complement each other, like how someone who has everything appreciates it so much more after they’ve known what it’s like to have nothing.
I like all the boxes. There is something unique to enjoy about each of them. And I appreciate the creativity that goes into all of them. Fluffies for me are the ultimate expression of creativity. Unbound by censorship nor a core cannon, as long as the story or art you are working on has fluffies as the main focus, the possibilities are endless. You can draw or write anything and go completely crazy with it. It’s pure artistic freedom.
I like all boxes . But as a traditional painter and photographer I feel a type of release from the abuse style vs conventional comic books gore and ultra violence. Not a lot of artwork fits this niche style . Maybe it’s the childhood I spent on 4chan that lead me here
I might draw a lot of Hugbox and adore it in general but it’s only realistic to know that Abuse happens. Got to take the good and the bad lol
I’d guess hurt/comfort on my end. I see a cute thing, cute thing gets hurt and starts to cry and cower, it’s now even cuter and I want to hug and console it. Besides, If it’s all dark and evil all the time, then it just gets boring right? The “I don’t care what happens to these people” effect can take hold from both constant misery porn or constant saccharine baby cuddling. Gotta have a balance.
There can be no true despair without hope.
If I am to create despair, I must create hope.
EFFORTPOST WARNING, TL:DR: more positive humanity in fluffies = easier to not want to see dead, probably
It’s only until I had to try and think of nominations for the User Choice Rewards (and then forgot to submit any lol) that I went and trawled through my bookmarks to find that I have very, very few purely hugbox stories for later reading.
This struck me as odd because I’ve always considered myself pretty balanced when it comes to liking fluffies as silly little guys and then wanting to see everything they love be slowly dragged away from them.
This sort of thing has been brought up in thought experiments posed to the community, like “If fluffies were real, what would you do?” and my answer is that I’d probably love the little bastards, shit and piss and all. They’re just dumb animals who happen to have been given the wretched ability to talk and show emotion and even if you adhere to the canon that it’s all artificial, it’d still work very well on me. I get sad at seeing old discarded items like stuffed toys and machinery out on the streets let alone things like stray cats and dogs, I’d probably suffer an aneurysm if I had to deal with seeing animals starving and pleading for help in our own language.
But this is the joy of fluffies: They’re cartoons. They’re intentionally made to be as horribly saccharine and intolerable as possible. This is what makes it so easy and so fun to see the little fuckers tortured, tormented and torn apart: They are made for it, they are begging for it, and we are entertained by it.
This is where I find a huge well of respect for hugbox writers and artists, because their job is to take these traits that have been exaggerated to their most intolerable degree and rein them back in to something we can get behind, underdogs we can root for and actually feel sorry for, all the while retaining what makes a fluffy so uniquely themselves.
Probably my most memorable favourite (and apt for this time of the year!) is Sugarplum (by Booperino), a simple and short comic that nevertheless really resonates with me. It pretty much covers what makes me melt: Taking the gimmicky nature of a fluffy as a disposable toy, showing that there’s a real warmth underneath that candyfloss sweet facade, so revealing that they can make someones’ life happier like all loved pets will. I just love how it ends with someone passing their story on. Anyone who’s ever experienced the pain of losing a pet and the love you feel talking about them will find something to like there.
Of course, it’s usually straight back into the suffering mines with me afterwards. The fluffies you don’t want to roadkill are rarer than the ones that make you want to invest in a monster truck, several acres of open fields, and stock in Hasbio.
I love this take on the issue.
I might be taking a break from the suffering mines.
i never really understood the whole hug vs abuse dogma. they don’t exist, so obviously you can love and hate them at the same time. it’s not like it hurts their feelings
Honestly the thing that even makes me like abuse in the first place is that I care about these stupid biotoys. It wouldn’t actually be fun to watch them suffer if I genuinely hated them. Then I’d feel nothing about it and it’d just be gross like getting shit on your shoe.
It’s also like… the fact that things CAN be good for them makes the suffering all the better. It’s about contrast!
That’s not what the issue is
I like that
I’ve always been a filthy centrist on things like this. Fluffies are cute by design and it’s hard not to go “aww” at an image of a sleeping/playing baby animal, even if the animal isn’t real.
Fluffies not being real is also the main reason abuse can be so satisfying. Who hasn’t wanted to punch annoying, rude, demanding, self-centered assholes with all your might? You can’t do that to an actual person, but a fluffy? Them fuckers don’t actually exist. Kick that smarty into that brick wall. Score a field goal with that bloated soon-mummah. Score a three-pointer with that bitch mare. You’re not hurting anyone or anything in reality. It’s weird, maybe, but it’s cathartic and oftentimes fucking hilarious (moronbox et al).
I enjoy making and reading both hugbox/weirdbox (sometime moronbox) before, and after doing my abuse comics. Especially, if I’ve been drawing/writing, exclusively murder & snuff. If they get killed or tortured badly in one of my stories. I get creatively drained if i don’t vary it, or shake things up a bit. Balance is quite important.
What’s the name of the story of a mare who got adopted by a restaurant?