#plush lore

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Cat's Chimerical Creations Lore: Mister Poison Paws

This is Mister Poison Paws the Robin / Scorpion Centaur:

Although he does indeed have poison inside his paws, his name is something of a misnomer, as anyone poisoned to death with his paws can also be resurrected with a second stab.

He enjoys combing his bird parts in order to remain nice and smooth. He also enjoys bullying his daddy by pretending he's about to poison-stab him, but then actually smoothing his head feathers down.

He likes to hide, and is very afraid of the concept of having fans. (I suspect he just doesn't want Minty to start following him around in search of "fame"). He likes to keep everything a secret, to the point where his catchphrase is "ssshhh!" accompanied by a claw lifted to his beak, and his 2024 letter to Santa was completely obscured with a "top secret!" sticker.

(Santa seemed to understand what it said though. Similar to the situation with Dancing Feet, this is presumably a Santa thing)

He enjoys true crime, spooky stories, and warm weather. Although he's mostly content to go with the flow, he can occasionally react badly to disappointment. When he realised that the three week break where both his parents were home was coming to an end, he got so stressed out at the concept that he repeatedly tried to poison his own head.

Luckily he's immune to his own poison, and these days my partner and I trade off taking him to work with us every now and then, which seems to have helped.

If you would like to help Mister Poison Paws buy more poison for his paws, a new comb for his nice smooth head, or sand to burrow in, you can do so with a donation at https://ko-fi.com/catschimericalcreations

(also, fun fact, my laptop battery died while I was writing this and shut off completely. coincidence, or a jab to the power button from a poisoned paw accompanied by a fierce "shhh!"?)

[germplush]

ya'll @ Cheese

[godteri-takk]

I noticed in the tags of your ikea rat post that it said "bed & breakfast", is that your critter's name? because if so that's amazing and adorable but I love your lil rat friend either way

YES IT IS I'M GLAD YOU NOTICED! There are 2 of them and they have necklaces with their names on :D the allmighty duo, inseparable and lovable: Bed and Breakfast! (She/He for both) You gave me an excuse to talk about them so here we go, 4 funfacts!!

Their theme song is 7 Billion by Cyriak Harris

Bed loves postmodernism and Breakfast loves Neoclassisism. Other than that they are very similar to each other

Bed stole cheese from the governor but miraculously escaped the death penalty

They are an unstoppable force and love each other so much

[dreamdropcompanions]

Froggie stimming. (he/they/it)

plush lore: Froggie mostly communicates with body language and stimming. they have their AAC on their body but they're still learning how to use it, even though they are 20 years old. look out for new lore of whhy.. - Pip

[charlotte-ton]

PLUSHBLR I NEED YOUR HELP!!

ok so you know when you have a plush of a character thats like from a show, movie or smth like that

how do you explain them in your plush lore?

like are they replicas? clones? reincarnations??? alternate timeline versions?? do they have their own stories tied to them?? do they just.. exist???

tell me.

[ponds-of-ink]

Since I’ve seen a few posts discuss hypothetical feelings plush toys would have, I’ve got to ask:

What about plushies that get sold in stores?

Would they get sad if no one buys them that day? Or would they take the opportunity to dance around after everyone goes home? Like a store-wide play date?

[laddersmp3]

roomba whirring noises

[paintedcrows]

Unintended consequence of creating my own Bill... He watches me draw now...

The Horrible Triangle in question:

[dailypokemoncrochet]

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Cat's Chimerical Creations Lore: Nublet

This is Nublet the Walking Fish:

When he was very small, he was travelling with his mummy when they were caught in a flash flood. While Mumsivore managed to get Nublet onto a floating piece of driftwood, a huge wave struck before she was able to climb aboard herself and the two were swept away and seperated.

Nublet floated for many days and many nights, eventually washing ashore on a stony beach in the Isle of Man. He was hungry, cold, wet, and missing his mummy terribly. He gripped his back toes with his front paws, curled himself into a tight ball, and began to roll.

He rolled and he rolled and he rolled, and finally he bumped up against a plain white door with a peeling-paint doorstep, which is where we found him.

He arrived in November, just as our household was switching over from watching horror movies and getting cozy to celebrate Halloween, to watching horror movies and getting cozy to celebrate Christmas.

Nublet's big blue eyes drank in the twinkling lights and shimmering tinsel, the televised gore, the heaped mounds of plushie brothers and sisters crowding the back of the sofa and tumbling down to lay amidst the cushions.

He was invited to a sleepover by some of his brothers, but misunderstood when someone told him sleepovers weren't for sleeping and tried to stay awake forever. Luckily Chimble and Chomble, the two headed pigs that love nothing more than snoozing, were able to teach him their Sleeping Ways.

Minty the Minotaur, self-appointed Spookums King, explained horror movies and all things Spooky to him. Nublet decided he would be a Spookums King aswell, and after a brief moment of "woeing" over the loss of his power, Minty agreed this would be fine.

When January came and the Christmas decorations were packed away, Nublet became very upset. We gave him a piece of emotional support tinsel to tide him over until the season returned, which he held onto for a long time. These days it mostly stays inside Fattiyeti's suitcase, but Nublet does get it out occasionally when he's feeling bad.

We figured from his wings that Nublet would probably be able to fly once he got older, but were suprised to learn that he was also an airbender. When watching the Legend of Aang, Nublet casually mentioned "I can do that" and proceeded to airbend a few of his brothers off the couch.

Nublet enjoys being taken on trips to Spookums Places (even if he does have to stop Minty from putting "lies" in witch bottles every time they go to a churchyard together), cuddling with his brothers and wearing his Christmas hat at all times.

Nublet and Tulip the Stranger Things Demodog help Bill from Billing put up Christmas lights:

Nublet, Minty, Fattiyeti and Uncle Cornelias Minty the Ghost Ancestor take a trip to the graveyard (it was raining so they used a Marksies bag as their picnic blanket)

tip jar

[germplush]

memes about our plushie OCs / paras and the plushie LORE.. Cheese has pica, has bad coping skills, and a shopping addition..

[catocappuccino]

Hehe

[dreamdropcompanions]

Froggie (he/they/it) and Lettuce they/it's)

OC LORE TIME

TW for abuse

Froggie grew up with parents who abused them and denied their child's autism and other conditions as when the doctors said so. they never got them acessessed Froggie was not given support or accommodations. they were homeschooled by their abusive parents. they are semiverbal, high support needs, age stunted, and extremely traumatized.

their parent's had Lettuce, they were also extremely abusive when they figured out they had another high support needs child.

when Froggie 18, he was kicked out, and was hospitalized, for being "erratic" in public. they were accessed, treated for abuse (roppe burn, half healed broken rib, burns, etc) and put into Dreamer's care, a disability program for all ages.

Froggie led police to their house where they saved Lettuce out of that situation. Lettuce taught it's to read at write even though they were 8 and never went to school (it's an savant)

Lettuce wrote 2 books worth of abusive situations they witnessed or what was given to them since age 2. they learned to read and write at 4, and remembers trauma fat back as age 2. their parent's are in jail

they protect each other. they are great siblings. they love each other. - Pip

[zal-cryptid]

how common is santa giving toyfolk away as gifts?

There was once a fat and bunchy velveteen rabbit. He was one of the toyfolk - living playthings made by the Shadow of St. Nick. As with all toyfolk, he had once been a man, a wayward ne’er-do-well who had landed himself on the Naughty List. Seeing how he failed being a man, the Demon of Christmas (as some people called him) felt he was far better suited in a different role - that of a toy.

And so, one December night, He-Who-Punishes came for him. Molding his body like clay, his skin turned to velveteen, his insides turned to stuffing, his eyes turned to sateen, and his hair turned to thread. And like pottery in a kiln, he was placed in the Land of Toys to bake. A magical place where toys learn how to play nice.

He-Who-Takes had taken his humanity, had taken his realness. Wanting to get them back, the Velveteen Rabbit sought out He-Who-Gives, that right jolly old elf he knew as Father Christmas. But he should have known better, for the Toymaker does not give gifts to toys, he gives toys as gifts.

The next Christmas morning, the Velveteen Rabbit awoke, sat wedged in the top of a Christmas stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws. There were other things in the stocking; nuts, oranges, a toy fire engine, chocolate almonds, and even a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all.

For at least two hours the Boy who had gotten him had loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner. There was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents, the Velveteen Rabbit lay forgotten.

It was only when he was alone, or in the presence of the Boy, that he was able to move – for toys are for children, and a toy needs to be played with for life to be breathed into it. A toy is an instrument for imagination, and imagination is magic in its most basic form.

For a long time, he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive-looking toyfolk snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior and looked down upon everyone else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real as they spiraled into toy fugue. Even Timothy, the wooden lion, began putting on the air and pretending to be a king – something that the King of Toyland would not find amusing had he known. The terrified little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

To Be Continued...

[kremy-lecroux]

Hey Lily do you have any favorite animal so far? If you have one of course.

Ghicken..!!!!!!

[lionacuty]

meows, cleaned up some doodles n turned em into refs <3

enjoy some book protags that do be investigating the paranormal as adults in aatau :3

also a doodle page where the critters are younger (+ some other critters mentioned n a white n purple polar bear, normal things ya know)