FlurryTales

The world was in a new era, a new age that was forming right before the very eyes of all who took part in it. For the last few hours, during this very night, a green comet was cascading around the orbit of the earth. This comet had been predicted for years but what wasn’t predicted was the effect it would have on the entire population of humanity as a whole. Across every content, men and women alike had changed into living versions of media characters. From cartoons to video games, to anime, all walks of play and nostalgia had taken over the forms of most inhabitants of earth. And this was all coming to a close as the comet was making its last orbit around the planet. With its job nearly done on bringing both joy and change to this world, it would leave to go elsewhere, without any explanation or reason. One person specifically would be staring at their tv screen, with a news reporter having changed into Star Butterfly continuing to comment on what was going

Disneyland, the most magical vacation park in the entirety of the world. But why was it magical? Most people chocked it up to a great experience thanks to the fairy tale-esque themes and well recognized characters of the brands. However, to a very few individuals, it was an entirely different secret. It’s been kept secret, but toons have been real and living around Walt Disney parks and studios for the longest time, like the Animaniacs living in the WB water tower. On this day, one paparazzi reporter was going to make it his lifelong goal to point out and find the real truth behind why Disney parks were so popular. This reporter was Tim, a guy who had worked these sorts of secretive cases for a good long while. He was currently talking to a couple of employees, who would eventually let him inside. He would straighten his more casual shirt and jeans, kicking his shoes across the pavement as he fixed his short brown hair. As Tim explored the park, he was trying

Humanity was in a state of evolution and change. Since the coming of the comet, many had begun to undergo drastic transformations into well recognized and well-loved characters of all kinds. Our last story focused on a young man interested in the starry phenomenon becoming his dream body of a tomboyish ginger with a knack for being laid back. However, during the Night of the Comet, the story will be shifting to a couple other victim of this wonderful curse it was bestowing to those of the world. The setting is a large city, with buildings and skyscrapers hugging next to each other. In one of these buildings, a multitude of workers go about their day, mindlessly toiling just to keep the lights on at home. One such person was a man known as Greg, who would be at a cubicle like most of his other workers. He heard about the comet, but he didn’t have time to go out and see it, and with how busy he was, he didn’t have time to see what it was doing to everyone. Greg

The stars glittered overhead with the beauty and majesty of the cosmos. It was a sight rarely seen nowadays with all the light pollution that was commonly obscuring the natural night sky. However, the particular place was free of all that. The current location our story takes places in is a small country town, where a young man was preparing for what would be an event that happened very rarely. Tonight, according to the news, a special comet was going to be passing over Earth’s atmosphere. This comet only came around once every hundreds of thousands of years, so this little astrologist wanted to capture it in all its majesty with the telescope and camera he had set up on his porch. This man was known by most people as E3, and he currently lived in a small town of Oregon completely untouched by city lights and the degeneration it brings. He was currently in his living room, watching the news as they commented on the comet coming into orbit sometime soon this evening.

Well, it was almost that time, wasn’t it? New Years was just around the corner, and everyone was preparing for the oncoming year that is 2024. One woman in particular was spending her 2023 by herself, at least for the most part. She was streaming a game for her small but passionate community of fans. This woman was Molly, a somewhat attractive and large haired lady who had a bit of a bimbo streak. This didn’t stop her from doing what she loved however, as her blonde hair was done up in a massive ponytail that pretty much obscured a lot of her background. She was wearing a light blue crop top and a pink skirt, something that showed off her figure but didn’t break any guidelines. She was playing through her new favorite game at the moment, Pokémon Violet. She loved it, her chat loved it for the most part, and she had gotten a good way in to the point of having a majority of her team all set up. She was a bit excited now though, specifically because her Quaxwell

Christmas was usually time of excitement and spent with loved ones, or at the very least with enough free time for someone to just relax. For Lann, this wasn’t the case. His work, in very Scrooge fashion, was basically working him to the bone despite it being Christmas Eve. Cut to a few hours later and he was trudging up to his apartment. His long brown hair was matted against his head, all messy and unkempt. He needed a shower, but at this point he just wanted to lay down and sleep for the rest of the night, just some comfort to help himself so he wasn’t feeling like a Scrooge himself Christmas day. As he unlocked his door, he would step in, turning the light on before he collapsed onto his couch. He stared at his ceiling for a little bit, unzipping his jacket to reveal his shirt underneath, with his jeans matching in color. He would pop off his shoes, only to think to himself. He didn’t know why he felt the urge to say it, but he did, as he let out a yawn: “Boy I wish I

Elliot was having a bit of an off day. He would be bent down over a spell book, narrowing his eyes at it a bit in annoyance. He would adjust his large, rounded glasses and flip through it a couple times, mumbling to himself. The book specifically was for summing spells, and in this case, he was trying to summon what many recognized as a familiar. Familiars were fairly straightforward: they were creatures from another dimension, purely existing to befriend and assist those who summon them. They could take many shapes, but usually weren’t the largest things in the world. The only problem he was having was harnessing the right amount of magical energy to summon one. He would stare at the words for the spell one last time and took a deep breath. To provide some context, Elliot was a somewhat skillful mage, one who’s had a lot of practice, and yet a lot to learn still. He had messy brown hair that he had to keep out of his eyes so it wouldn’t get in the way of his

Cindy Richards was quite literally staring into the mouth of the beast … at least according to her research. She had been walking home from some errands today and ended up taking a detour to avoid some construction. Lo and behold she would eventually come across something she only thought was spoken of in rumors around town. What lay in front of the girl currently was a gigantic tunnel that ran through a hillside that ran out of the way on her way home. This tunnel was talked about a lot around town, a place where many had been rumored to have gone inside and never came back. She assumed from the angle of it, it went further into the forest over the hill or in the city’s direction she had just come from. Cindy was currently dressed in her usual casual attire: white undershirt, jeans, and a blue unzipped jacket that had fire-like designs colored over it. Her bright blonde hair was done up into a ponytail, one that was blowing in the wind as she was holding bags of

Well, it was almost halfway into Halloween, and I figured my wintery style was a bit out of fashion for it. I figured a new makeover for a month or two might do me good, so with a simple wave of my finger, I felt my blue body shaking and getting a small bit taller. My puffy clothing was compressing onto me as my darker, boyish skin was brightening by the second. It was being smoothed over with pale skin, soft and sleek with that feminine and girlish charm to it. It didn’t take long for my hands to grow slimmer, with my nails painting themselves a lovely gothic black. My waist pulled up to get a more female body shape, with my entire body just getting slightly older to be more of a young adult or older teen form. As my outfit had softened and smoothed to what seemed like a set of casual clothes. It was a black top with a crescent moon design on the front, followed up with reddish-brown tights that led into black heeled shoes with similar styled crescents on the front.