#plushies irl

[the-pikachu-hat]

Took the DC metro for the first time in almost a decade. Brought Marshmallow with me to accompany as I was riding the entirety of the orange line to go get dinner with some friends.

[toastyyjams]

more silly shinonome sibling shenanigans

[rotten-lilies]

when i wake up and see any of my plushies on the floor

[nyancrimew]

i stoled a zoo animals

also here one of the animals ever

[pronouns-d-ace]

I PRESENT TO YOU: THE THING I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR THE PAST WEEK !!! Pls be very nice to him he's weak and fragile and just a breath away from crumbling

Pictures of The Procedure™️

[raiyndeere]

I... I AM DONE!!! BEHOLD!!!

CLICK CLACK PLUSHIE!!!!!!1!!

I gave them bones

[cutiepieautistic]

Source

[tithsokphanny31]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚오랜만에 블로그 제출 합니다❄️💗

[livinginteo]

I couldn't decide which shot I liked the most, so here are three similar pictures of Fin Fin in a bush.

[mayaisanimating]

Me and My child

[plushie-palooza]

Everybody meet my son Elliot, a bootleg jellycat dragon who has...well, not every disease but he's got a few. Nothing we can't handle!

[the-pikachu-hat]

Random photo from my archives of some animal adventure plushies in a shopping cart.

Need to do more irl plushie photos.

[drawcupidsbow]

BOBA WITH LOOP! (and also siffrin in doodle form)

[yo-gummy-sharks]

Furry Grrs a Lot Lalaloopsy

🐾 👾 🐾 👾 🐾 👾 🐾 👾 🐾

[ephie-om]

Mammon's Lesson on Humans

Mammon grinned, the adrenaline pumping through his veins heightening every sense, and the moonlight from the window was bright enough for him to see every bit of the house. It was so easy. How could he not take the opportunity? In the room so close to his, a little human slept, with their little human possessions. They were all going to be his eventually. But he needed something tonight, a little piece. It still smelled of them, their human stench a reminder of who it was stolen from.

Was that a thump from their room? Were they awake? He could almost laugh. Normally he wouldn’t want to get caught in the act, but the human had all the odds against them. Nobody they could call for help. They were a lamb in a house full of wolves, put there by the prince of wolves in the name of “peace” and “unity”. What could they possibly do? 

Their door creaked open. They stepped out, rubbing their eyes. Human eyes were terrible in the darkness, and he wondered if they could even see him, standing right there. A few beats passed, and their eyes must have adjusted, because their gaze swiveled straight towards him. “Mammon,” they said, their voice low. “Did you take my plushie?” 

He did laugh then, though quietly. The soft pink bunny dangled from his clawed hand, sharp points threatening to pierce the fabric. “Yeah. Yeah, I did take your little bunny.” 

“Give it back.” His smile dropped. A simple human, demanding something from him? 

“Over my dead body,” he snapped, and started to move. 

He ran down the stairs, using his wings to lighten his steps. The human went after him, but they were no match for his supernatural speed. He was out the front door in mere seconds, leaving them in the dust. He flew high into the sky, the moon drenching the plushie in pale light, making it look almost white. He admired his prize, turning it this way and that. What was it that the humans said? Like taking candy from a baby.

His superior demon eyesight caught the front door of the House of Lamentation opening again, and there they were, having swapped out their pajamas for sweatpants and a hoodie and adjusting their shoes. Did they really mean to go after him? What a pain. Their eyes caught him hovering silhouetted against the moon, and they started to run. He just chuckled and flew away. 

He drifted this way and that, leading them into the woods. He flew lazily, and laughed to himself at how slow they were. There was no way they were going to be able to catch up to him. He weaved in and out of trees, slowing down just enough to let them see him with their bunny clutched in hand, then put on a burst of speed to take him away again. 

After the fifth time, his lungs were starting to ache. They were just a human. They had to be slowing down, right? He turned his head back and caught sight of them, much too close for his comfort. He sped away again, but slower than before. His wing joints hurt, not designed for long-term use. But behind him was the human, still running. He could hear their breath behind him, smell the sweat. And yet they weren’t slowing down. 

Just a small break, he thought. Just a moment to breathe and rest his wings, then he would be off again. He landed near the base of a tree, tucking himself behind the trunk so he wouldn’t be seen. Maybe they would get lost and go a different direction. He clamped the plushie tightly in his arms just in case.

Unfortunately for Mammon, the human’s breathing reached his ears much sooner than he expected. He stretched out his wings, ready to fly again, took off, and dropped onto the ground. Shit. He tried again, only to get a few feet further and hit the ground again, plowing up fallen leaves. Now the stupid bunny was dirty and it smelled like a human.

Their footfalls got closer and closer, and Mammon accepted his fate. Even if they caught him, he could hang onto the bunny. There was no way they could be strong enough to take it from him. He stayed on the ground, facing away from their steps. 

They came up to him only a few moments later, breathing hard. “Give it back,” they repeated, panting. Mammon laid there stubbornly. “Mammon. Let go.” They tugged on one of the ears experimentally, but his grip was rock-solid. 

He growled. “No. I stole it from ya and now it’s mine.” His eyes gleamed yellow on the word ‘mine’, but the human wasn’t impressed. They gave it another fruitless tug, scared to pull too hard. “You’ll rip it in half if ya keep going. Guess you’ll just have to let me have it.” Their hand dropped away and he glanced up, thinking the battle won.

Instead, he was greeted with a close-up view of the human’s face as their glare pinned him in place. “Let me put this a different way. If you steal my bunny, damage my bunny, sell my bunny, I will hunt you down. I’m a stupid human with no magic and no brain, and I will run after you for a hundred years if that’s what it takes. Do you really want to keep doing this for the rest of my life?”

Mammon wouldn’t call himself a scaredy-cat; no, he would call himself one of the bravest demons in the Devildom. But he would also reason that the bravest demons in the Devildom would make the smart choice and let a little pink bunny go. They tugged it from his grip and secured it in their arms, brushing off leaves and frowning at the smudges of dirt marring its fur. They walked away without another word, slowly, like they had all the time in the world. Mammon was left in the dirt, heart thumping.

A few weeks later, Satan is sharing fun facts with the common room like usual. This time he has a book on humans, one of the many he read in preparation for the exchange program, but he’s deemed it necessary to share pertinent pieces with his brothers due to their abysmal lack of knowledge. “Humans’ bones can break and heal themselves in a matter of weeks,” he drones, and Mammon wonders how long he has to pretend to listen before Satan will let him go. “Oh, this one’s interesting. Humans rose to the top of their food chain as predators despite not having naturally evolved defenses. They’re something called an ‘endurance predator’, meaning they would chase their prey until it got tired, then finish it off and eat it.” Mammon swallows hard. His eyes wander to the human playing a game on their phone in a chair near the fireplace, and he scoots an inch further away. Just enough to give himself a head start.

[batshaped]

your quality assurance professionals (suffering from plush hysteria)