#simplified plush

[vulpes-canis]

Simplified Dragon OC plush

Look at her!! Isn't she a pretty little bean?

This is Pheel's OC Ingot. She took awhile to make but I adore how well she turned out! Just lookit her little face!

[canisalbus]

the anon saying they wish vaschete were plushies inspired me

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[suave-hogan]

I feel like the Twuppets would be a good blueprint for actual TWRP plushies

[skunkes]

why didnt you guys tell me being obsessed with a non animated human character was gonna be this difficult and insane.

[rainyjackalope]

A little thing drawn for a giveaway that was being hosted for a plushie project I backed!

You should check it out if you haven't, it only has a couple days left and the plushes are adorable.

[hartxstarr-art]

today i remembered spike and ophelia were “spike spiegel from the anime cowboy bebop, and the pokemon musharna” instead of a duo i created myself.

[idlespright]

Ratty on a little walking tour.

[tracfone]

I need to make glabdos plushie I need to Hug

[catgirlkirigiri]

Everyone's favorite sad 12 year old finally got the new ref he deserved <3

[vulpes-canis]

Welp... here they are! Husk and Angel!

[cosycafune]

I WANT A BABY; SATORU GOJO:

a summary of this chapter: you and satoru have been making consistent visits to his clan, making him wonder how bad would it be to get you to have his little one. after all, you’re both married, so what harm would it be with him impregnating you? ‘I WANT A BABY

a synopsis of acts: unprotected sex, cumming, nipple sucking, teasing, size kink, creampies, pregnancy risk, fluff, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex + potential more.

𖥔 ࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪

Restful, posed upon the lap of your ivory-haired husband, your eyes flutter with restoration. It takes everything within you to halt the butterflies that burrow in your stomach, at the sight of your attentive husband — grinning at you with his exposed canines.

Unable to rid your flustered nature, even a year after your wedding, you steer yourself into glimpsing elsewhere — too ridden with stomach butterflies. Just the sheer sight of his beauty never failed to diminish your coherency, leaving you a puddled mess of arousal, glee, love and so much more.

You were never able to simplify all you felt around Satoru.

Your Satoru.

“Hey, my love,” Softly, Satoru coos to a stirring awake you — his cerulean eyes gently capturing the wholeness of a star-stricken you.

“You look so beautiful,” Muttering your cherished words, you convert yourself into glimpsing into the starriness of Satoru’s love-craving eyes.

“Mhm, tell me that again, beautiful,” Curling yourself into Satoru’s peppered words, you accustom yourself into carefully leaving his gentle lap. A lap that leaves you a curled ball, protected by the care of your husband.

“Sato’!” Overwhelmed by the efficentness of Satoru’s love, you push yourself into settling upon your knees beside him — relishing the plushness of your bed.

“Look at you, just so beautiful,” Inching nearer to you, Satoru enables himself into glimpsing at the view of the beautiful scenery. A spring scenery that tints the atmosphere of your bedroom, smearing it with blooming blossoms.

“Got any plans for today, ‘Sato?” Questioning Satoru, you cast yourself into shifting your exposed chest — enabling Satoru the chance to relish his unbuttoned shirt draped around your toned physique.

“Just staying with you, the world can wait,” Fondness adorns Satoru’s gentle tone, particularly as he glimpses at your ample breasts — in love with the perkiness that barely conceals itself.

“And why is that?” At your words of naivety, Satoru coats himself into revealing his fanged canine. A canine that causes your knees to subtly buckle, as you know what he’s pressing intentions are.

“I want a baby, my love,” Satoru’s earnest sentence completely warms your ears, leaving you into grinning at how straightforward and needy he grows.

“We already have Aiko, so another baby now?” You inform him, gently bringing yourself into settling upon his toned lap.

Despite Satoru’s neediness, you contort yourself into enabling Satoru’s eyes into glancing at your perky nipples. Perky nipples that he draws his lips closer towards, enabling another hand of his to skim beneath the flowiness of his ample, blue shirt.

“Hm, I want to give you another one,” Satoru chants, incapable of shielding the rosy tint that adorns his supple cheeks, “I love it when you’re pregnant, your swollen tits, your cute bump, your motherliness.” Enamoured, Satoru whines with a beautiful carefreeness whilst he shifts his plush lips to your nipple — attentively sucking down upon it.

“You’re always so helpful, so I wouldn’t mind giving you another one,” Instinctively, Satoru gently frees the wholeness of your nipple as you whimper.

Everything within you is clouded by the intensity of his yearning aura.

Satoru always gets what he wants, as long as you get what you want first.

“My wife, my wife, my wife,” Mellow, Satoru’s muttering completely bandages you with a lightheadedness. Lightheadedness from the beauty of his raspy tone, tinted with glee, determination and love.

You have gifted him a green light.

“Yes?” Gently, you comfortably coo — steering yourself into stealing a kiss from his lips. His lips as he contorts himself into caressing the entirety of your toned back, running his fingers upon the heavenly ridges that you carry.

“I’ll get you pregnant again!” Greedily encouraging himself, Satoru accustoms himself into stealing sweet essence of your lips through every, lingering kiss.

“I’m right here, my love,” Smothering Satoru with your eagerness, you navigate yourself into breathing. Breathing because Satoru completely smeared your lips with his own, his gluttony entirely holding you hostage.

“F-Fuck,” Satoru blurts out, his adorable whimpers heavily reforming your given approach. Your approach as you mewl, your eyes widening at the thickness of his barely concealed erection adorning your soppy cunt.

“Look at you,” Awakening your teasing, your breathing falls clustered at Satoru squeezing your plush bubble butt.

Endowed with cherished, intimate love, you cast your head upon the sculpted nature of Satoru’s exposed neck. Figuratively reading your longing for him, Satoru stirs himself into shifting his nimble fingers towards the skin of your frilly underwear. Underwear he had bought for a beautiful occasion as this one lays.

“Where do you want me first, my love?” Satoru queries, his rosy, flustered characteristics glimpsing at you.

At you, the one he loves more than his treasured life in itself. A woman who sculpts him into the best version of himself, simply by remaining as someone so special and strong. Satoru loves and adores the way you speak to his soul through your subconscious actions, watching tv whilst commentating on your own, coddling Aiko whilst she lovingly babbles to you, slumbering on the coach without a blanket, waiting for him to cast it upon you.

There was so much more, but he loves the littlest things that reform the whole of a precious you.

“I want all of you, but we’ve got to drop Aiko off to daycare!” Informing a forgetful Satoru, he softly grows before growing adorned with a fatherly nature that entwines with this blessed moment.

“I’m not done with you, so get ready for now,” Tenderly, Satoru gifts you a gentle kiss of later continuation — aware that a time window was gifted by you and himself.

A spared promise, that would be fulfilled as night blanketed the both of your features — leaving the two of you mooned at another.

He would have his way with you, in order to leave you pregnant within this beautiful spring.

—

As the beautiful nocturne adheres to both you and Satoru, your heart booms against your crumpled ribs. Ribs crumpled by your vigorous heart.

Blessed with fortune, Satoru had finally gathered you, his physique nude, plentiful and tender whilst the thickness of his ailing cock smears against your soppy folds. Your soppy folds while he completely overshadows your physique, his cerulean eyes dusted with subtle hues of world-halting periwinkle. Periwinkle from the hues of the outside world.

Yet, even with the outside world, you tinted and etched an overwhelming presence in Satoru’s room-stuffed heart. His frail heart was entirely consumed and conquered by you and Aiko.

This moment was reigned upon with perfectness. Perfectness as you and Satoru’s lips beautifully depart, ruled by pleasure at the girth of his pinkish tip completely stretching the opening of your wailing cunt. A wailing cunt that softly squeezes and squelches around the beauty of his uncurled thickness, splitting you apart with a narrow cruelness.

“S-Sato’!” Moaning with an unforgivable loudness, your fingers curl over nothing at Satoru burrowing his ample cock within your warm cunt.

“It’s…okay, I’ve got you,” Satoru mewls with an emotion-stuffed moan, his eyes cloudy and gentle at the subtle writhing of you.

You could always handle it. Never could you not.

“I-It’s so big!” With screams of pleasure ripping from your sensitive throat, your eyes flourish with tears at Satoru’s royalty-like size.

“My love, it’s okay,” Refraining from properly pushing further, Satoru accustoms himself into shifting his lips down to kiss a weeping you.

“K-Keep going!” Carefully, you blurt out your soft words. Satoru formulates himself into reaching out for your vacant hand, casting himself into consoling the subtle nervousness that shipwrecks your drowning lungs.

“I love you,” Satoru spews his cherished saying; his declaration comes from the bottom of his blossom-resembling heart.

“I love you, too, but this baby’s not going to make itself—” Thrilled by your breathless teasing, Satoru accustoms himself into thrusting so deeply within the entirety of you. Within you as your head throws back with a reckless gasp, your throat strained at Satoru’s thick cock curling within your stomach.

“—Ah! Yes! Mhm!” You loudly whimper out with a crazed amount of pleasure, your eyes rolling back at the entirety of Satoru’s bucking annihilating your sanity.

“That’s it! Ah! Y/n!” Satoru’s praising and delectations of intimate moans, grunts and groans completely leave you an unrefined mess. A mess as Satoru teasingly presses down on your stomach, observing you writhe and churn with desperation of pleasure.

“Please! ‘Need more, ‘Toru!” Mewls of lewd pleasure tint your desperate tone, leaving your drool overwhelming you to the point you could do nothing but clench around Satoru’s cock — helplessly creaming.

“I gotcha, my love!” Increasing his pace with a mercliessness, Satoru plasters himself into smashing his hips so sensually against the warmth of your cunt.

Satoru so lovingly divulges within the lack of breath you could capture, attempting to place your hand upon the sculpted nature of his abs. Fittingly, you erratically plaster yourself into glimpsing at Satoru with desperation — incapable of handling the rapidness of his crazed thrusting.

Crazed thrusting that puts forth macaroni-imitating sounds of his thick cock completely pounding into your mushy cunt, restructuring the entirety of it. The entirety as your ample breasts bound vigorously, pairing with the overstimulated melody of your beautiful cunt.

“Sato’! ‘Too much! ‘Can’t handle! Mhm!” A mental wreck, you cast yourself into wailing recklessly — unable to dwindle your clustered, drooling tone of pleasure.

“You’ve…got this, my beautiful girl,” Satoru coos with his eyes fluttering and focus barely capable of steadying him. Everything within him was lost within the essence of you, unravelling so deeply in the feeling and scenery of you.

“‘’Too much!” Squeeling with drool, your head unable to draw back and glimpse at Satoru, you observe him watching the moment of a sweat-tinted you.

“C-Can’t wait to get you pregnant!” Eagerly, Satoru grunts out his sophisticated wording, bucking his hips so deeply within you, your lips tremble at the deepness of him posed within you.

“‘M gonna cum, Sato’!” Glimpsing at Satoru from your barely fluttering lashes, your eyes roll back at the swiftness of his brutal pace. A brutal pace he knows will refrain from ever hurting the glassiness of your intimate soul.

“Cum for me,” Satoru whines, whimpers and moans with passion, his heart eventful and riled up at the squeezing of your pulsating cunt.

Releasing the vulnerability of you, your eyes teary in the glistening twilight, your tiredness is noted by an attentive Satoru. It was beautiful that he could see all of you, your heart, your soul, even if your cum so deliciously creamed around his thick cock.

A cum that squelches and whines against the subtle gap of his ample, fat cock and the prettiness of your swollen cunt. Your swollen cunt that creams so messily, smearing itself upon the ethereal surface of Satoru’s beautiful cock. A cock that you can do dearly feel twitching within the delicacy of your coiled belly, desperate to fill you up and to impregnate you.

“I’m going to fill you up,” Wrapping your swan-like legs around Satoru’s waist, you pull him impossible close to a panting you — painting out the sweat sight of him within your mind.

“‘M ready to be a mummy!” Yearning for the preciousness of Satoru’s thick cum, you feel him impossibly press himself into you — filling you with the impossible pressure of his thick cock further. Further as he safely suffocates your physique with his twitching cock, thickening within your creaming cunt.

“Say…it again,” Satoru teases before his breaths come beautifully shallow, rough and stretched — halting before his physique blanks with mental looseness.

“‘Ready…to be a…mummy,” Fatigued by Satoru’s immense amount of gifted pleasure, your eyes softly widen at the thickness of his spurts of cum completely filling the helpless haven of your cunt.

Naturally, you could feel all of his cum stir your stomach with warm. Inevitably, you knew he was bound to pull out — but more spurts of his built up cum completely stuffed your uterus further. Stuffed you further to the point your head fell back at ever spurt of cum Satoru released, burrowing extremely deep inside of the whole of you.

“S-So much,” Hazy, aware that Satoru kept the beauty of his promise, you observe him gift you a gentle kiss before pulling out. Pulling out to reveal the never ending gushes of cum that spurts out of your tender cunt, pooling upon the sheets of your bed.

“Shit, there’s no way you won’t be pregnant after this,” Groaning to himself with glee, Satoru casts himself into placing you within his broad arms — smearing a kiss upon your parted lips.

“Yeah…” Muttering with tiredness, your eyes flutter irreversibly — only to softly purr at being softly stored in Satoru’s homely arms.

He’s home.

“Lemme take care of you,” Peppering and pestering you with delicate kisses, Satoru listens to you softly chuckle at his delicate affection. Affection whilst you glimpse at your cum-tinted cunt.

—

Roughly a month has skimmed by, and it seemed as if Satoru had kept his heavy promise. As, within this moment, you remain earnestly nauseous and with a tiny box cradled by you.

Steering closer to your ample living room, you catch sight of Satoru with Aiko — coddling her within his arms as she tenderly slept. Slept within the realms of her father’s home-filled arms, unaware of the surprise you’re bound to gift her father and her.

“Sato’?” Raising your tone mildly, you observe the gentle smile that forms upon Satoru’s lips at the sheer scenery of you. You within an ethereal sundress, your lips stammering at the presence of him.

Your husband.

“Look,” Immediately rising at your fond command, Satoru guides himself into holding Aiko upon his chest while he travels nearer to you. Nearer before standing before you, his lips instinctively capturing your own.

Dropping your eyes upon the ground, your gasp at Satoru delicate lifting your chin up so you can glimpse at him.

“Look at me, my love,” Softly, you comfortably present Satoru with the box you’ve been coddling.

“I’m alright, Sato’, just tired,” Gently, Satoru smears himself into kissing your lips before he comfortable opens the intricate box.

“You’re pregnant! Yes!” Satoru comfortably screams, pushing himself into gently placing you within his fitting arms.

“Aiko’s getting another sibling,” Smiling with tears, Satoru grows heavily sentimental as he peppers you with so many kisses.

The night lingered with celebration; Satoru and you got your wish.

—

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[blondieeu]

good kisser. nagi s. mikage r.

SEISHIRO NAGI.

seishiro nagi is definitely one of the best kissers to walk the planet, his lips and tongue are so soft and move in so much sync you don't even know what to do with yourself. when nagi kisses you its easy for it to become extremely hard to focus on anything else, especially if he's fucking you at the same time.

"mmph-"

"kiss me back"

your lips would be parted with he tap kissed at them, his tongue only grazing them trying to get you to kiss him back but you really just couldn't! his cock pumping in and out of you, his hands holding your hips and face to just get you to sit still, how could anyone focus like that!?

small breathes escaped your throat as your hands came up to grab onto his shoulders, the plush pillow under your back pushed your chest right up against his. nagis fingers grazed your jaw, so needy to kiss you.

"please?"

MIKAGE REO.

mikage reo on the other hand isn't as good a kisser, a little above average on a good day. what really takes his kisses to another level is how good he is at touching you at the same time. reo knows you like the back of his hand- better than that! he's probably gonna be the only man in your life who can make you cum in 3 minutes, maybe even 2.

"reo.."

he smiled in reply, fingers curling inside you at a rapid pace while his lips kissed you in a slower one. you tried your best to squirm against his delicate but still strong grip his arm had around your stomach, but to no avail.

reo kept up with his speed, lustful eyes staring right into yours as he tried (and succeeded) to simplify you into putty in his hands. his pretty violet hair tickled your forehead as you looked back at him with a star struck face.

"you look so pretty like that, keep makin' that face."

blondieeu xx

[euthymiya]

neuvillette who’s never been kissed, who doesn’t understand what the purpose of it is or why two people would want to press their mouths together. it’s improper at best and purely filthy at worst. he understands the gist of it, of course—centuries among humans as granted him at least that much. he’s well aware of what it signifies, of the intimacy and affection it’s meant to represent. still, he doesn’t get it.

until you. it only took him five hundred years, but finally, he’s found someone he’s yearned for so much, he can’t help but throw away his own rule of no personal relationships. and oh, the first time your lips touch, he just can’t bring himself to pull away. this is what it means to be intimate—this is what it means to be human.

he can taste you, feel your softness, inhale your breath. it’s so close, so fragile, so vulnerable. you cup his cheeks so gently, and when his own hands stiffly clench by his sides, unsure of what to do with them, you patiently guide them to your waist. he can feel you so warm and delicate under his touch. and he’s strong—he’s acutely aware of that, so he’s extra cautious not to dig his fingers too deep into the plush of your hips.

and then you nip at his bottom lip, and he’s a goner—so embarrassed and red, so horrified and ashamed at the guttural, low rumble in his chest. something crossed between a purr and a growl. something that sounds so distinctly not human, he swiftly pulls away in dismay.

but you’re so sweet, like the first blossoms of romaritimes in spring, so soft and bright like the fresh blooms of petals on a flower. you guide him back to your lips, so careful and soothing with a thumb tracing his cheek as your hands cup either side of his face.

he thinks you’ll kiss him again. he needs you to kiss him again. how could he have gone so long without this proximity to another being? how could he have gone this long not sharing the oxygen of someone else’s lungs like you are each other’s life lines? he doesn’t understand how he never saw the appeal—but now he never wants to go another moment without devouring you on his tongue.

but he’s shy, a little unsure. still a bit horrified from that sound that rumbled from his throat. he thinks you’ll kiss him again, though—hopes and pleads you’ll kiss him again. but you don’t. you stop just before his mouth can press against yours, humming as you whisper against his lips, “you’re exceedingly precious when you’re clueless, do you know that?”

he flushes, clearing his throat as he admits quietly, “ah…you must forgive me. i’ve…i’ve never done this before.”

“i can tell,” you giggle, a fond twinkle in your eye.

he should be embarrassed. perhaps a little concerned with his lack of composure—instead, all he can bring himself to be is awed. awed by you, by the feel of you, by the mere existence of you. he’s gone five hundred years without a kiss, and he thinks now that there’s reason for it. five hundred years led him to you—he’s quite confident no one else could have made him feel this way. he’d wait another five hundred if it meant it’s your lips he got to feel all over again.

thankfully, you don’t make him wait that long. you press a short, quick peck to the corner of his mouth, and he doesn’t even have the time to be disappointed at the simplified version of your earlier affections before you’re kissing him again. it’s slower, more sensual this time. he thinks he’s getting the hang of it.

finally, when you pull away for air, lips a bit swollen and glistening as he stares at you, he murmurs, “perhaps i’ll learn by practice now,” before he gives you a short little peck of his own.

he thinks now that kisses are something humans got undeniably right. he can’t envision another day without feeling the brush of you against him again.

sorry idk what came over me i just want to make out with him that’s all

[pedge-page]

High reader x high Joel unf hell yeah we love some intox kink

New Heights

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: ya girl has never been high, never smoked da weeds, so sorry if whatever lingo i'm using is totally inaccurate.

Warnings: FWB, unprotected sex, slight manipulative Joel, weed, smoking, drugs (?), intoxicated, cheating, dub con if you squint, Joel's pretty shady and takes advantage of reader

18+ ONLY

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His hands feel even better on you now that you’ve removed your tattered jeans and top. And with the way he’s gazing at you, with his half lidded yet dilated eyes and permanent curl to his plush sinful lips, it couldn’t just be from the shit ton of weed you two just smoked.

“You roll them better than I ever did,” he cough as he flicks his own spent joint to the tray on the table, his arm wrapped securely around your lower back so you don’t even consider whether he’ll knock you off. He settles back against the couch and resumes watching you, stroking your soft skin up and down with his tough knuckles. 

Joel prides himself on being your best friend since high school. He’s always had your back, whether from boys you were dating, high stress customers at work, or even less than ideal familial situations, Joel Miller was the remedy. 

Course, when he first convinced your stuck up ass to get high, he didn’t expect you to strip to your underwear and bra and sit on his lap to take a nap. 

Since then, he’s been chasing that high from you any time you ‘drop by’.

“Be honest,” you hum, sifting your fingers through his hair as he takes another drag. “Did Tommy tell you I was in town?”

“Nope,” he lies casually. He rolls his tongue over his lower lip while squishing your tits in your push up bra. “Just had a feelin’ you’d be here.”

“Mhm.” You tilt your head back and breathe in the heavily fogged air. Sober you would be hesitant to have your panty clad crotch on top of Joel’s whopping bulge. But as your thoughts slow, simplify, you can’t deny: he’s got a pretty tent.

“How’s the boyfriend?”

Rolling you eyes, you lean forward, putting both arms next to his ears to rest atop the couch headrest. He doesn’t lose your gaze. Normal eye to eye contact when you’re just nose kisses apart would be so fucking weird if not completely wasted, and if not for Joel, who’s got such a different aura when he’s like this.

Or maybe it’s when you’re like this.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

“That bad, huh?”

“I wouldn’t be here if it was all great.”

“Mmm.” His eyes briefly cast down top your supply pouty lips then back up. If your boyfriend were any threat to him, he’d bother to remember the dumb fuck’s name. But if you’re still climbing up to him for a little session in his lap over and over again, he’s got nothing to worry about. “S’alright. Like it when not all is great. Get to spend more time with ya.”

You tilt your head to the side and grin. “Then kiss me.”

He blows the smoke into your mouth just as your tongues collide. All of your senses are simultaneously elevated and dulled. You’re a little more out of It then he is, which makes it easier, for his fingers to lightly trace along your bra and unclasp the band from behind, your straps falling effortlessly while you’re glued to his tongue. You pull back with a groan, eyes fluttering close as Joel cups both your breasts in his big hands and massages them.

“You like it when I take care of ya needs.”

“Yeahhh,” you sigh contently, getting lost in his expert touch. 

Laying back slightly, with your palms propped on his knees, you can’t help but roll your hips, your clothed core rubbing along his bulge. With his tongue caught curled between his teeth, he stares, hypnotized, as one finger hooks in the line of your cute cotton underwear and tugs it up, pulling it taught right between your folds. 

He sits forward quickly, unzipping his pants. “Let me put it in this time,” he breathes into your neck, kissing your pulse gently. 

Your judgement feels more cloudy than normal, but it doesn’t seem to be having lasting effects on Joel. 

“Joel, I don’t—I don’t know.” Your arm secures itself over his shoulders and back as he grinds his lap up into you with slight fervor.

 “I’ll make it good, I promise.” He plants his soft wet lips atop your tits. “Always make it good for ya, don’t I?���

You nod in agreement over his shoulder just as he tugs his length free from his pants. 

Despite your hesitation and trust in his words, Joel’s gotta remind his more sober self to not get too ahead of himself. He rubs his tip along your slicked entrance, biting down his growls. But when you purr so pretty in his lap, so pliant and open minded to any of his suggestions, he can’t help but want to rush you ahead.

You gasp when he slides his cock into your tight walls. 

“J-Joel,” you whine. You begin to pull away, the sesation of his member splitting you open suddenly making the dog dissipate in your mind.

But he soothes it all over when he captures your lips again. You visibly settle in his slap, effectively sliding him deeper into you until he’s filling you to the brim, balls snuggly twitching against your lower ass cheeks. 

“Don’t go back to him,” he rasps. the bridge of his nose nudges your cheek, urging you to listen only to him. “Stay. Stay with me this time.”

You nod again, this time seeking his lips yourself. He rocks you back and forth steadily on his dick.

Maybe the little extra something he put in your stash will stick in your mind by tomorrow morning, and for as long as he can hold on to you.   - - - -

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The Making of: Life-Size Malworm Plush

(Wormton AU)

STATS

16 ft 3 in (495 cm) long

Total time: 150 hours

Material Cost: $124

Theoretical minimum cost (based on seamstress wage): $2,524

(Progress photos and commentary below)

I'll be referring to my life-size wormton plush as "malworm" for convenience sake.

Unlike my Spamton NEO, Caine, and Fake Peppino plushies, I didn't spend a lot of time on concept art. Since I planned to make the malworm plush as close as possible to its 2D design, I didn't have to add much stylization, other than simplifying some details (no way in hell was I going to make 104 separate embroidered stitches for the segments of his toes, sorry). I mainly used the planning stage to calculate how wide the body pieces needed to be, plotting it out in 1/4 in : 3 in scale and using circumference formula to find the values I needed. I planned to make it around 10 feet long, the length of a young adult malworm. A lot of this project was improv, but, I mean, it wasn't my first or second or third time making a spamton centipede.

The head was quite a complicated shape, so I carved a tiny model out of craft foam, covered one half of it in masking tape, then cut the masking tape mask (hah) into flat pieces. I then traced the pieces onto graph paper and manually scaled them up by using the fact that I wanted the nose to be 1 ft long as reference. The rest of the pattern pieces were very simple, as wormton's teeth, body, legs, etc were very easy to translate into 2D shapes. I used old school notes as paper for the body, as I needed a lot of it. It was entertaining cutting exerpts of Moby Dick and English Renaissance biographies into body parts. I ended up making the body significantly longer; I had to spend $100 dollars on fur anyways, so why not make a maximum size one?

Making the pattern pieces took around 8 hours. While waiting for the fur to ship, I started cutting out the teeth, legs, and eyes. By the time the fur arrived, I had already sewn 36 worm teeth. I did an 11hr all-nighter to cut all the fur in one sitting the day it arrived. After a long vacuuming session and an uptake in the amount of polyester fiber in my lungs, I finished cutting the pieces, taking about 18 hours and 40 minutes.

As usual, the head was the first thing I worked on. It was...kind of wonky once I flipped it inside out. I trimmed some of the fur so that I could actually see what was happening. The main issues were the lack of any forehead, the nose being way too wide, and the cheeks being too flat. I did some ladder stitching as well as modifying the thing from the inside, and eventually made the head look much better. The cheeks still don't stick out that much still, but I'm happy with how the head looks now. I think it conquered the sopping wet owl resemblance. I inserted wire into the nose and jaws to help them keep their shape.

When I started this project, I wasn't sure whether to make it based off of Wormton or just a copyright-free malworm; I decided to do both. I went with red for the non-Spamton version, as I think it really fits the cartoony fly/mothman-style cryptid look malworms are supposed to have.

I sewed a square pouch into the throat and put in all those teeth. I used hot glue to wrap blue squares around a wire for the proboscis, because I think I would've gone bonkers cuckoo bananas if I had to hand sew that entire thing. The throat pouch holds the proboscis when it's not extended, as well as anything else I wanted to shove in there. I never measured it, but it's around 4-5 ft long. I finally made the Spamton... eye patches(?) and a pair of eyelids, though I didn't end up using them in the photo shoot. I also made a new pair of nostrils, as the old ones kind of got swallowed up from all the plastic surgery I was giving him

Now that the head was finished, I got to work on the body. I sewed the white belly and segments of the body together. I left most of the tail open, as the fur was too thick for me to flip it out at a certain point. I worked on the legs, next. After living out my cosplay dreams by putting the claws on my fingers like bugles chips, I grouped the claws together and sewed most of each leg and foot together, leaving me with many pairs of charred drumsticks (did not taste good)

I attached an extra long wire structure into each set of claws, then threaded the wire through each respective leg and stuffed them. I ladder stitched the claws to each foot, then stuffed each with some plastic beans in order to give the feet weight. I then finished sewing each foot shut. I now had a pile of disembodied limbs and one very long scarf.

I wound many long pieces of wire together to create an armature for the body. While the plush's body is way too heavy to be properly posable, the wire does still give some structure. I wrapped the extra long ends of the legs' wires to the metal spine, using the body's leg holes for reference. I then pulled the body up the metal armature like a sock.

I pulled the legs through their respective holes and stuffed the body. It was the first time the malworm was huggable! It's sort of like an oversized body pillow, in a way. I had to ladder-stich all the limbs, the head, and the rest of the tail, as it would've been completely impossible to flip inside out. It was quite difficult to do on furry fabric, and my thread frequently broke from the force I had to pull with to keep the stitches tight. Eventually, I got everything attached to some degree.

The last details I worked on were the mane, tail tufts, and scopula pads. The mane and tail tufts were ladder stitched onto the body, but I decided to use glue to attach the pads to the feet. I think the extra blue details make his proboscis fit much better, and who doesn't love spider paw pads? I also glued some velcro to the eye patches so that they stay attached better. They slide under the black eye rings.

My malworm was finally finished! I tried to put a lot of effort into the photo shoot so that people who don't know about the AU can enjoy it. I wanted to make it seem like some weird entity whose only goal is obtaining more Spamton brainrot. Hence it making Spamton on Mario Kart DS under the bed, obsessing over the Spamton Plush, inspecting the Spamton Shrine, and just generally harassing the photographer (me, I guess?). I wanted to capture the silliness, creepiness, and lack of respect for personal space that Spamton is known for. I thought about giving him a bag of doritos under the bed like that one image of the isopods eating them, but went with the DS instead. I thought it would be funny to see this thing playing Super Mario 64 DS (or Super Spamton 64) and here the "buh bye!" sound effect when it closes the DSi XL.

That's all from me, for now. I have other Wormton related matter to attend to.

Don't let the parasitic Spamton larvae bite

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I've realised that I've never directly promoted my fanfic here so here's a doodle from today's chapter and a snippet under the cut ^^

Sun oh so elegantly rips a sheet of paper out and lays it on the desk in front of you, pushing it to your chest with his index and middle finger. He then proceeds to open up his chest compartment and pull out a couple of arts and crafts supplies, while he works to set things up, you can spot a plush of him, the one you bought him, sitting politely in one of his woven paper crates with it's arm almost detached from its body. Before you have time to comment on it, Sun’s already finished his work, clapping to gain your attention as he stands proudly over his colourful display.

“Oh, what to draw, what to draw!” Sun leans over the desk with his back arched as he props himself up on his elbows, one hand tapping at his cheek in false thought “Friend, I'm sure you're well aware of the masterpiece in front of you, no? Have a hand at replacing perfection.” He rests his head in his hands as he offers his suggestion. You assume Sun's growing more confident after being buttered up by all your, admittedly terrible, compliments.

“You want me to draw you?” You ask, causing Sun to scoff at your words, their rays twitching slightly.

“A mere suggestion, that's all. You're free to draw whatever you want.” Sun replies defensively, like he totally wasn't alluding to it or whatever. 

You vaguely wonder if Sun would prefer a cutesy simplified drawing of him or one that captures his ugly mug in all its horrific glory. You stretch your drawing muscles in preparation for an absolute masterpiece! You scrawl skilled lines over the paper in a shrimp backed position, each flick of the wrist carefully calculated for perfection. Sun, your distinct looking muse, stares in mild confusion as you work your magic. After a solid 15 minutes of work, your magnum opus is complete! A frankly demonic illustration of Sun lies in front of you in all its glitter glue covered glory. 

Sun gracefully plucks the undignified portrait of him from your hands, and turns it around to observe it, stretching and standing to his full height, with an accepting hum before crumpling it up and shoving it in his chest compartment, in the same crate that his plush was in, “Management confiscated my shredder.” You stare at him with a ‘why the fuck did you have a shredder’ expression, “All artworks created in the daycare are property of Fazbear entertainment.” Sun recites some clearly well worn company policy “Now, we wouldn't want our little stars to walk home with company property, would we?” You shrug, not really getting it but not wanting to fight Sun on a rule he was probably programmed with.

Humming in satisfaction, Sun rips out another sheet for you before smoothing moving into a new, more extravagant, pose. He stands at an angle to you, leaning back as he rests an elbow on the desk in front of you and dramatically raises his other hand to cover his face in mock anguish. He's really getting into it, you are too. You carve your very essence into your work, lines flow together elegantly like a visual melody. When your grand performance is complete, Sun harvests your will and makes it one with his; crumpling your drawing into a little ball and putting it in his chest compartment. The dance you share of you drawing Sun and him crumpling your work up continues for hours, it's the most fun you've had with Sun, which is to say, the only time you've had fun with Sun.