#plush replies

[plushparades]

can ur art b used in carrds with credit? :]

Hi!! It can, if you're using like fandom art or fanart I make! I'd prefer no one use my characters or commissioned art though!

[chloesimaginationthings]

OMFG LOOK AT HIM!!!! I've been laughing at this nonstop! It's beautiful I love him!

MY BOY IS FLABBERGASTED,,,

[good-pokemon-center-reviews]

[updatingranboo]

Aimsey and ranboo on twitter!

[aimseytv: “MY PLUSH IS OUT NOW! GET IT HERE: https://www.makeship.com/products/c-aimsey-plush”

ranboosaysstuff: “WOOOO I am going to strap this to my ceiling fan and let it experience the wonders of the spinning around really fast!!!!”

aimseytv: “now i can finally tell the story of you threatening to drown the plush in milk and then give it back to me”]

[get-rammed]

So I'm making a monty plush and last night I made the hair, both mohawk and his lil gator baby hair. Needless to say so far they look hilarious on my funko monty plush

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Submitted by @nerdo23

BUT ITS SO CUTE THOUGH. Little man's got his hair back. It looks so cute with the long hair 😭🥺💕

[terrorizings]

hey i just fell down one of the most bizarre rabbit holes i’ve ever fallen down that began with a tiktok ai reading an r/amitheasshole reddit post and ended with whatever this puppet sex homestuck arg (?) was. Having spent the last two full hours absolutely enraptured with this series of blogs, i was wondering if anyone involved in this bro strider muppet nonsense knows @the-muppet-joker or who’s behind that account, or if he’s just an unrelated guy that just so happened to frequently reblog and interact with the 6 of you guys. I have significant reason to believe that blog is another elaborate bit (as it’s the reason i got here) so it would be really fucking funny if whoever runs that account (be they genuine or not) just so happened to stumble upon your shitposts while searching for horny muppet posts and started reblogging then. either way props to you for doing all of this and good luck on whatever daisy brown alantutorial shit you wind up making next because you are all definitely going places. sending this ask to all of you individually btw.

I think I may have been the first of the blogs to get interacted with by the muppet joker, as I received an ask from him relatively early into my blogs tenure and simply let it steep until the other folk started hitting his line and interacting with him. That being said!

No fucking clue who that dude is.

I assumed it was all a very elaborate bit since it's all within the same realm of internet-referencing (particularly, tumblr related internet-referencing in the realm of making wide gestures towards things like tumblr sexymen and error sans from error(??) undertale) bullhockey as every ambitious blog parodying weird fetishes. In combination with his interests being specifically two bastions of internet memes, the joker and kermit the frog, I think he's just a guy who's really committed to the bit.

That also being said.

I got an ask saying he'd gone crazy and was actually doing crazy shit, so. I don't know! Maybe he is just a genuine guy. But I sure don't know who he is and he sure didn't have anything to do with my stuff.

[chaifootsteps]

DID THIS DUDE REALLY COME AT YOU WITH THE "I'm gonna tell on you to my step dad!!"

IM DEAD, BITCH, IS THIS FUCKING MIDDLE SCHOOL???

Actual footage of today's events.

[randaccidents]

Heart's live reaction for the chicken plush:

ehehe mini fic potential ask mini fic potential ask-

For context: This is a part of the au I havent talked about much and links to another part that I am. Slightly stuck on trying to bang out. It's specifically the darkest part of the Heartless story (aka the part that looks the most hopeless).

(digging through story doc) General story beats you need to know for this mini fic are just that. This is after they convince Heart he is wanted, but Heart is not convinced he is needed, and his progress stagnates. Perseverance is too blunt about the issue and starts a MASSIVE argument between them. Heart, reminded of the thoughts and emotions he had in Apathy by the argument, relapses into random bouts of unconsciousness (luckily not back into a full coma like before).

Penitence blames Perseverance, Perseverance blames himself. He had just finished the chicken plush for Heart. He was building up the courage to give it to him. Now Penitence won't even let him be in the same ROOM as Heart. Or hear him out. Or interact with him. It's been 5 days since he last slept, the longest he has ever gone.

He manages something anyways. Sneaks in while Penitence is asleep and places the chicken plush into Heart's arms. He needs to give it to Heart before he tries what he's been considering for the last few days.

SO thats where we are for this little mini fic >:3.

Heart wakes up to a chicken plush.

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The first thing he registers as consciousness crept back in was the gentle weight of something soft in his arms. He scrunched up his nose, weakly shifting his arms in an attempt to figure out what had been given to him. Finding the object was shaped too weirdly to be deduced, Heart sighed. He really didn't want to wake up and face Mind and Soul. Or well, just Soul these past few days. (Did Mind give up on him after hearing what he did? Is that why he hasn't come to see him? Stupid Heart acting on stupid Emotions too inefficient for him? He is unwanted, unneeded, just keep your eyes closed and push the emotions away and fade back into that blissful emptiness without hurt-)

There is a weight in his arms. Heart was always a curious creature. He slowly let one eye peek open, reluctance to face the dawn making the task difficult. A single, black buttoned eye stared back. Blinking both eyes open in shock, Heart gasped quietly.

It was a chicken plush. A small, round thing, made with familiar purplish-white fabric, black button eyes looking out and into him. It was a little lop-sided, sitting slanted in his arms, a more intense shade of purple peeking out from under its belly. Blackened fingers shivering from disbelief, Heart carefully tilted the plush onto its back, uncovering the orchid-coloured heart that sat sewn into its belly. A familiar, orchid-coloured heart.

It's the same one he had Soul sew onto all his hoodies. He runs a finger over the stitching around it, unwilling to believe it. But no, it is the same heart actually, he'd recognize the feeling of those stitches anywhere. Why would they-?

The sound of shuffling behind him had him hiking up his shoulders, arms curling protectively around his new possession. (When did he decide the plush was his? Maybe when he realized it was definitely made with him in mind.)

A hand on his shoulder gently shook him. {"Yo. If you're conscious, good morning Hear- what the fuck."} Heart tensed up at the curse, digging his fingers into the plush and curling around it, trying to hide it from view. (Please don't take this away from him. He hasn't quite processed the tangle of emotions that the plush brought him, but they are nice and warm emotions, and he wants to bask in nice and warm emotions for once.)

He heard Soul sputter behind him for a moment before sighing. The mattress dipped downwards behind his back, making Heart peek up at Soul's back. (It was still weird to him to see Soul wearing long sleeves. Even in the past, Soul would roll up the sleeve on everything he wore even if stolen from others. They never did tell him why that changed.)

He quickly looked away when he noticed Soul turning to face him, gently digging his fingers into the chicken plush in his arms. The chicken was much nicer to him than his halves had been anyway. So soft and squishy, its little button eyes unable to express judgement, only innocence. It made the long-lost feeling of happiness bubble up in his chest. Someone made this for him.

Soul's hand returning to his shoulder stole his attention again. {"...sorry for the poor response Heart, I was just surprised,"} Soul mumbled. Heart tilted his head slightly. Didn't Soul make the plush?

Confusion drove his leaden tongue into movement. ("I thought you made this...?")

{"What- I- no! I mean, I am making something for you- ignore what I just said it was supposed to be a surprise- point is, I didn't make this."}

Heart rolled over, staring wide eyed up at Soul. He didn't make this? But that only left... ("...Mind? I thought he hated me.")

He watched Soul's equally wide eyes blink back at him, forgetting in his shock that it had been days since he had shown this much energy, much less willingly met their gaze. He watched their mouth open and close silently before words finally escaped. {"Where did you get that idea?"}

Heart winced, looking away as days-old bitterness surged up his throat, turning his words to poison. ("He hasn't come by since we argued. He must hate me to stay far away like that, stupid Emotional Side making stupid decisions.")

Soul groaned behind him, muffled curses leaking through his red lips. Heart gently pet the chicken plush, letting the soft plush fabric calm him and remind him of his confusion. Mind made this? For him? For him.

{"I'm a fucking idiot."}

Heart tilted his head, curious to know more yet not wishing to face Soul again. Soul muttered before raising his voice once more, addressing Heart. {"Perseverance hasn't been avoiding you, Heart. I just haven't allowed the two of you to be in the same room as each other. I don't want another rela- another fight."}

(Curious, the word that Soul tripped over. Heart was almost certain he almost said "relapse". But Heart wasn't sick, he was doing just fine without the plague of emotions in his chest. He was finally being efficient. He promises.)

He grumbled quietly at the other implication in Soul's words instead. ("Of course it was you. It's always you.") Blackened fingers squeezed the plush in his hands firmly, feeling the shift of what must be pellets inside. ("Mind would never be able to stay away. Only you would keep us separate after a fight. Not like it worked well the last-") Choking on his anger and betrayal and hurt and bitterness, Heart shoved his face into the fabric of the chicken, shuddering. No. He cannot think about Apathy right now. The memory of it was too cold, and today he wants to stay awake and appreciate his new chicken plush.

Breathe. The chicken plush is soft and warm against his face. A rock in the tide of his returning emotions. He isn't sure he hated their return at the moment. Breathe. Mind cared about him, had made the weight that he was using to hide his face from the world. Breathe. Soul... probably did too. Separating them after fights was normal, and he did mention a gift he was working on too, even if by accident. Breathe.

A hand on his shoulder had him flinching away, rolling back over to face the wall. Soul's voice is quiet behind him. {"...I can go get Perseverance if you want?"}

Go get Mind, he means. Let them finally see each other face to face for the first time since the argument, he means. (Except that's not true, because Mind must have snuck in to gift the chicken plush. Heart feels grateful.) Heart nods shakily, exhaling a shivering, icy breath.

He waits until the door clicks closed before lifting his face from the plush. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he grimaces. That was definitely one of the downsides of letting his emotions back in, he decides, the choking flood.

Rolling back onto his back, he places the chicken plush on his chest, letting the unevenly sewn toy list sideways as his fingers explored its form, taking in its calming weight. A weak smile crawled over his lips as his fingers found uneven stitches at every seam. Mind never was too interested in crafts, making the effort it put in all the more touching, the emotion warm in his chest. This was something he missed about his emotions, he decides, the soothing warmth.

...he is going to ask why it had to use one of his hoodies though. He recognizes the colour and feel of the fabric. He's sure Mind would give him a logical reason, so it had better be a good one. (Whatever reason it was would already be a good one. The plush is warm and soft and safe, and it is a gift. It makes him, dare he admit it, happy.) Wrapping his arms around the chicken plush, he squeezed it against his chest, letting the warmth of the emotions it inspired ground him as he waited.

[guhroovi]

👉🏼👈🏼

[flittermousing]

Hi, everyone. Happy New Year! 🌻

I just wanted to take a moment to spread this message on all of my blogs, as I think it's important to share, even if it's a little long and rambly.

This past year of 2023 has been a very difficult one for me, but it has also been a year of great discovery and self-exploration.

As many of you already know, this year I lost my beloved friend, Catface, and we are all still feeling the fresh loss of her absence. She was a very special, very beautiful little cat, and I'm undoubtedly going to be mourning her departure for years to come, but I take comfort in the idea that she is no longer suffering with the ailments she had toward the end.

I have seen very tumultuous relationships within my family, and witnessed much drama. I have seen the separation and cutting of ties. I have taken this for what it is and accepted it as necessary.

I began my first official job in the start of 2023. A job that, despite all odds, I am still continuing to work, which has opened endless possibilities for what else I might be capable of.

Now, more than ever, I can say that I love myself, which is something I could never say before. I may forget this at many times, but overall, I love myself and I love my identity as a man, even if there are many around me who doubt its validity.

So here's to another year of staying alive.

Here's to another year of being glad I didn't give up when I was younger and struggling with trauma.

Here's to another year of creating and exploring and discovering and rping... To new projects. I'm already advancing in self-made works such as @ableplay and possibly an AU fic of The Lion King. Here's to whatever spontaneous project I dream up alongside these in the future.

Here's to the new addition to my colony, Trike the Tricolor Bat. I have decided that he's a trans man, just like me.

He was created by an INCREDIBLY talented Russian creator on Etsy known as Inna. I highly recommend their work, and I always will. Every plush they make is so lovingly hand-stitched and detailed!

Cheers to another year, and cheers to The Colony. By this time next year, I hope it'll be tons bigger.

Don't forget to check my blog list to find out if you're interested in my other blogs, and don't forget how much I appreciate all of you. Your support has meant the world to me.

If you made it all the way to the end, color me impressed. I love you all.

[greeenbeaaan]

I love your header image so so so much he is going 🤨 at the candy… he is puzzled…

bro is wondering how much he can eat before getting sick….pondering hard

at this point “🤨” is lloyd’s resting face

[lennardd]

Can we have Mr. Doshi do glow stick dance pls pls pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 can you draw that…if it is okay to ask? 😭😭😭😭😭

he's so cool he would win every round of DDR ever

[germplush]

Me and Cassie wanted to say hello to Cheese! :)

hello you and Cassie!! us and Cheese say hi!! :]

[dawnthread]

five gil for a flower? :3

[ran196242]

[IMPORTANT!!!! - ALL CONFIRMATION EMAILS SENT]

Hello, I'm making this announcement to remind you that all pre-order customers have been sent a confirmation email in regards to their order number, if the customer wants to wait for the Paris outfits or receive the dolls first, as well as any possible changes for their shipping address.

Replying to the email is REQUIRED for me to make sure that I will be shipping the dolls to the right address, please double check your inbox and spam folder in case they are automatically sorted. Once I received a reply and answered to your confirmation, it means your order is ready to be processed and packed.

I will make sure to finish packing and sending out the first 30 of my orders by next week, since the warehouse will do batch shipments instead of receiving them individually. Thank you for your patience and feel free to ask any questions through my email and dms!

Here is a bonus look at the currently manufacturing Paris Outfits.

[tricks-n-illusions]

Calamity@Lady Ombre: The florges approached the trio as she looked voer the small giratina "Greetings all mighty," she greeted her politley "I havent seen any gods or goddesses from my universe so im not sure how its suppose to be..." she thought out slightly before looking towards Silas "This prison...." she said lightly in thought patting her chin with hand "Why was he imprisoned? It has something to do with the young zorua...?" her gaze wondered to the collapsed zorua who still haven't moved "Right...?"

Silas's shouting had quickly melted into silence, I suppose this was a job for Calamity then! She happily approached Lady, ready to answer her question.

Her reply was interrupted as Calamity seemed to zone off in confusion, that couldn't be right. She didn't say he could use that. There were no spirits of Giratina around beside her. A look of horror began to bleed into her expression. There was only one person who could do that. Someone much more important than a lowly spirit, someone divine.

Reality quickly hit the spirit as she began to squirm in a panic, everything was going wrong and so quickly. "W-wait!! No! I-"

The fox raised his arm, bringing the spirit much higher. Though his face was covered it was clear he was upset, the tone of his voice was harsh and unforgiving. "I am not your Nym." "I gave you no permission to address me as such." He growled, "Call me that again, Next time I'm going to do more than just kill you. I don't want your stupid nicknames. We are not friends and we will never be friends. I don't want to be anyone's stupid fuckin' friend, Okay? So just, fuck off. Alright!" Instead of fighting Silas, Calamity quickly began to accept her fate, she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. As much as she wanted to live she didn't have the heart to fight back. Tears quickly began to fill her eyes and as she shook in terror.

The impact was rough, dust-filled but the results were clear. Silas gave a huff, he felt nothing towards that thing's death. No sadness, no guilt, he had no connection with it. Why would he care about the death of a thing that couldn't even feel true emotions or pain? Everything she did was just an act to earn trust, a facade to seem like she was real. Something to make him care about her. He wasn't going to fall for it.

The silence was eerie, all that could be heard was the occasional small sniffle from Silas as he stared off. It seemed the fox's thoughts were wandering again.

"I hope you didn't want to talk to that thing, I think you should have asked a little quicker. It's much too late now." His tone was mocking, and demeaning as he leaned towards the Florges.

"I've taken down much worse than a poor little lost ghost. Just ask anyone~ I'm sure they'll tell you how much I love killing small, little helpless ghosts like you. They always like to squirm and scream." "So, This is what's going to happen. You're going to turn around, you're going to walk away and then you're going to leave this place, alright? How does that sound, hm?" Though he phrased it as a question, it's clear it wasn't. This was a threat, but something in his tone wasn't quite right. Something was off… there was almost a slight tremble to his voice? It was quickly covered as the fox gave a soft hum, "Well, Unless you want to find out why I was stuck in that stupid little prison, and I both think we know you don't." "If not, I'm sure we can arrange otherwise." He grinned, even with his face covered it echoed in his voice. "We can see how quickly you can die if you'd like~" "Maybe you can beat the bug's record? But, I doubt that, you seem like a stubborn one having stuck around this long."

[ Ask from - @ask-noonescity ]