#[PLUSHIE HUNTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shaisuki]

“Pipsqueak?”

The house remained silent and no call of his name can be heard. Usually you would come and take the contents of the plastic bag containing your favorite snacks when he comes home.

Grandma was out for her check-up and he knows you're already back from the Association, already a full pledged hunter and Caleb returns from his studies as a pilot. You must be in your room and Caleb slowly climb up the stairs.

There lays his pipsqueak. Peacefully asleep with the afternoon sun light kissing your skin. Plushies littering on your bedroom floor with you in the middle. Hugging the huge apple plushie that he got you in middle school. It looks like you got a cleaning spree and only to passed out on the floor.

Caleb was smiling before he knew it.

He carefully puts aside the plushies. Handled with care because Caleb knows how much you treasure your plushies. He lays on the floor with you. Reaching out for your hand to kiss the back of it.

Caleb lays still in his position. Admiring the person in front of him. Watch as her chest heave with every breath. The small whoosh leaving your lips as you exhaled. Hear the sound of you breathing.

A contented smile on his lips. His dark eyes tinted with purplish accent like sunset on the space. His gaze was steady, drinking at the sight of her. Still memorizing the every feature she have upon numerous times of admiring still burned on his memory.

Curves lush and all. Years of being nurtured and the good food it consumed made by his own hands. Evident on the plushness of your body. Soft to touch and his fingers dip on your flesh. You remained to be you not shedding the weight you put up since the last years even you joined and trained to be a hunter. It was a testament of his love and how good he took care of you. It would last for years to come.

His gaze landed on your face. Moving closer to caress your soft features. Moving your hair to the side and his fingers grazed the swell of your round cheek and pressing his fingers gently to your lips before bringing it to his own to kiss.

Caleb replaced the pillow where your head rest with his arm. Caging you on his chest and you must be in a deep slumber to never move nor protest at his actions. Your soft body a contrast to his hard ones. He breathes in your scent like it was the air on the first day of spring before pressing a kiss at the top of your head.

“I'll take care of you, pipsqueak. Always.”

He murmurs, soft and tender with a promise to fulfill and with the breeze slipping through the windows and sunlight streaming. It's all he can think of. You on his embrace.

[rottenrichi]

New Hunter the parenting out everyone shut the FUCK up this is all I'm going to talk about for the next 3000 years

[lamb-teaa]

` Doppelgänger Curse

( Experimental Draft Part 1 )

Your life has been fairly normal.

Average parents, average friends, average job - plain yet calm and simple life.

But who would've thought it all came crashing down on you one day when you met her.

A non-Evolver like yourself had always placed your trust and faith in the Hunters of the city, especially during an unexpected Wanderer attack. But the moment your eyes met hers as she pulled you behind her as a shield, the world around you shifted in an instant.

You would've merely chalked it up to coincidence, a similar look-alike, a stranger with an identical face...

.. If it weren't for the fact that the moment she took your hand, rushing both of you out of the building, a strong jolt of electricity shot through your brain, flooding with foreign yet familiar memories in an instant.

Love and Deepspace. Evol. Aether Core.

The sharp pain had you gasping for air as you held your head tightly, you could hear the Hunter's worrying voice as she crouched in front of you, her words faded in the background as you slowly and shakily lifted up your head to look at her.

Then your eyes caught sight of a familiar man behind her.

Love Interest.

Your life has never been the same since then.

She was as stunned as you, but more so she looked quite delighted to see you and began rambling on about how identical you looked to her - whereas you still grappled with the memories of your past life while simultaneously struggling not to go into a panic attack whenever you saw her.

× × × × ×

What would've been thought of as a fateful yet short encounter turned into an unnerving coincidence as you find yourself bumping into Miss Hunter more often than not.

You couldn't really avoid her, didn't have the heart to honestly, given she had quite literally saved your life and unexpectedly she took a fondness for you. A fondness akin to a long lost family - even though you and her both knew that neither of you had any blood relation.

But she was so fond of you, so much so it ended up getting the unwanted attention of a certain man.

Miss Hunter's chosen love interest.

...Or rather, your previous life's chosen love interest.

Although living your new reality up until now, you don't actually know Miss Hunter and her beloved's actual relationship status after meeting her.

Even as she began hanging out in your life more, she never uttered much about him and you weren't the type to pry.

But you weren't blind to the affection he showed around her, from the impromptu gestures to the warmest of smiles he looked at her - you could tell how much he loved her.

If you were back in your previous life, holding onto your phone as you read the sweet interactions between him and her, undoubtedly you'd feel envious and begin punching your pillow and whining along the line of 'why can't it be meeee!'

But now, seeing him real and tangible and terrifyingly surreal, you could only hope he remained his focus on her and not you.

Why?

You liked him in a fictional form rather than in a reality's sense - which is most likely why you had a difficult time liking real men back in your old life.

Because fiction wouldn't harm you.

But this new reality would.

Especially when you knew everything about him.

× × × × ×

Your interactions with him so far are, you'd say, admirably respectable to say the least.

Although you were initially worried in the beginning when Miss Hunter wasn't around or unfortunately had to leave you and him behind when she had to rush for her mission or other matters, you were relieved that he didn't spare much attention on you.

On the contrary, he had expressed his gratitude because Miss Hunter had been livelier since befriending you. You likewise reciprocate the mutual friendship, from both her and him.

However it's still unfortunate when on some accidental occasions, he'd mistake you for her.

"I got you the new plushie you've always wanted."

"...I don't collect plushies."

"That's strange, I thought you'd be out on a mission today."

"...I'm not a Hunter."

"I heard the escape room increased their difficulty levels. Want to try it again?"

"...When have I ever been one?"

"Didn't you have an appointment today? I remember someone keeps forgetting her regular checkups."

"...I don't have Protocore Syndrome."

"Where are you going? That's the wrong direction."

"...This is the direction to my house."

The immediate freeze-up followed by an averting guilt-ridden gaze and a small apology, you couldn't even be mad at him even if you wanted to.

But you can't help but feel annoyed and frustrated.

It's one thing to share an identical face to her, but it's another to have a similar voice and even certain habits and slight mannerisms to her and you can't help but wonder, could it be your fault?

You definitely did customize her, who's supposed to be the player's avatar, to appear identical to you and you wryly thought perhaps it ended up manifesting in this new life of yours. And the only difference you can take a slight solace is that you both didn't have the same name.

… Because you gave your nickname to her in-game instead.

But still, to this extent it is just damn ridiculous

Slowly and surely, you retract yourself from him as much as possible. Even when she asked you out for another hangout together, you'd make sure it's a girl's girls only hangout because you have had enough of being mistaken for her by him.

In your mind, it's for his own sake.

And your sanity's sake as well.

× × × × ×

You remembered playing Love and Deepspace and held deep sympathy towards the MC. To die and reincarnate with no memories and her beloved either died or disappeared because of her.

An endless cycle.

A pitiful ending.

A cruel twist of fate.

Perhaps it was a blessing for her to not remember any of her past lives because you apparently had all the knowledge and memories against your own will, having to carry another person's secret on your own.

A placeholder of her memories.

And for what reason?

You would never know.. But it's cruel, to both her and you.

In your last life you would've joked about Infold being the catalyst of evil to her life and perhaps by some dark magic they possess, to your life too.

But you can't even crack a smile nor laugh anymore. This new life, new reality of yours, is far the cruelest in your entire memory.

A cruel confusing reality that had left you trembling when the dreadful news reached your ears.

'She's gone'

Your Hunter twin, your dear friend, your mirror sister - your doppelgänger other half, had succumbed to a fatal injury during a search and rescue mission.

Leaving the once joyous life she once brought to everyone around her.

Leaving her beloved who ended up spiralling into a heartbreaking rage.

…Leaving you to face the aftermath of her death.

× × × × ×

You remembered how shocked everyone around you was when you brought Miss Hunter into your life all those years ago.

As much as you didn't want to be involved with her, but that one dinner invitation as a token of gratitude for saving you had changed your life forever.

Your parents' astonishment immediately turned heartwarming as even they treated Miss Hunter like their own daughter. You were their only child and given how you knew she was an orphan, you actually didn't mind that your parents treated her as their own - and naturally you did see her as a sister figure. Although the talks about you both being the twins they would've envisioned to have, honestly made you feel torn between wishing she was your real twin sister vs the confusing anxiety rising in the pit of your stomach when you recalled how her life was like.

Your friends and coworkers had their own mixed reactions. Some were appalled and in complete disbelief while some were more dramatic and exaggerating that most of them always commented how they couldn't tell you and her apart. And the fact your parents actually entertained the idea of taking a DNA test between you and her once before only to come back not a match, one of your friends even joked about being doppelgängers and how you two should duke it out according to old folklores. You allowed yourself to indulge in their playful notion with a smack on their heads, despite struggling to push down the uneasiness you felt at being so similar and so identical to her.

And then… then there was him…

You remembered the intense stare and the unsettling silence, like he was analyzing you - reading you. Although it was a mere fleeting gaze before he shifted his attention back to her, you could still feel his eyes boring holes into your back when you weren't looking.

You were relieved, so so relieved when he kept his sole attention on her, even when the three of you hung out together. Even when in the beginning you could tell he felt wary around you as well, but seeing how much Miss Hunter enjoyed your company, he too began easing up a bit.

And that's when the confusion began.

The many times he mistook you for her, the many times he called out her name instead of yours, the many times he unconsciously gravitated closer to you when she wasn't around - it was stressful and aggravating to have to endure.

You thought you could still brush it off, pretend to be oblivious about it and evidently so it wouldn't effect you as long as she was still around to ground him back to reality.

But now she's gone.

And that's.. that's when the nightmare started.

teaa’s end note: this ficlet can be seen as in any of the Love Interest, basically a 5-in-1 scenario between reader and the LIs so hopefully it's not too confusing!

additional note: kinda on the fence on continue writing this but at the same time i needed to let this out so do tell if i should continue with it. thank you for reading and hope you'll have a lovely lovely day!

[rafayelxsylusho]

Random thoughts about Zayne and his children.

I had this in my drafts for so loooong.....I'm just not good at writing fluff 🫤

It was an idea I got from the tik tok trend "the plushies he gave me, the plushies I gave him"

Zayne🥼

* You have two girls, they both have their father's personality. The oldest one looks just like her dad and the youngest one has your eyes but the rest is all Zayne. They are both really smart like their father but when they grow up they want to be hunters just like you.

It's as if the universe has conspired to create two smaller, feminine versions of the man you love, each a perfect blend of your DNA intertwined with his. Their personalities, too, are the qualities you love in Zayne, the oldest, a strategist with a razor-sharp mind, and the younger, an explorer with a gentle soul. To have them is to have a piece of Zayne's essence living on.

*Your daughters have most certainly inherited their father's notorious sweet tooth. It seems that wherever Zayne goes, his little clones follow, their enchanting smiles lighting up whenever they spot something sugary or indulgent. The sight of them, eyes wide and pleading, has a way of melting Zayne's resolve like the chocolate chips in their ice cream desserts. The result of their shared indulgence is a calendar filled with dentist's appointments, a necessary evil that has become a recurring event in your family's life.

*Their shyness has them reaching for the comforting warmth of your or Zayne's hand when they are around unfamiliar faces. They are timid, prone to retreating into the safety of their parents' embrace when meeting new people, their eyes peeking out uncertainly from behind the shelter of an arm or a leg. However once they've decided they can trust the unfamiliar faces, they'll emerge from their shell, and they start throwing random medical facts and trivia. The older one, in particular, has a gift for retaining and repeating the most obscure and fascinating pieces of information she's picked up from her father.

*When you are away for work and the youngest one misses you, Zayne sits with her, small body curled up against his chest, while he plays the video of your wedding day. The one where your laughter rings out, crystal clear and filled with joy, as you celebrate the start of your journey together. As the video plays, Zayne watches over your daughter, his eyes tracing the curves of your face, the way your smile lights up the room. He sees the way the little one's eyes flutter as she tries to stay awake. He watches as she falls asleep, her small hand curled around his pinky finger, her breathing slowing and evening out. Even in sleep, she reaches for you, her small body twitching towards the screen as if seeking your comforting touch.

*Zayne goes above and beyond to create memories with you and the girls. He organizes family outings, from hikes in nature to visits to museums, always seeking something new while strengthening your bond as a family. And at home, he indulges in their whims, playing make-believe games and reading storybooks, his voice taking on fantastical tones as he loses himself in their world.

*From the moment they entered the world, your daughters seemed to possess a sense of tranquility that set them apart from the average, often fussier infants. Zayne would watch in awe as they established a sleep schedule that would be the envy of any new parent. They rarely cried or fussed without cause, even when they were hungry or tired they would rarely resort to the ear-piercing screams and wails that were typical of a cranky baby. Instead, they would fuss softly, their small faces scrunching up as they silently communicated their discomfort.

*As the years passed and your daughters grew more independent, you found yourself yearning for one more, a final addition to complete your family. Throughout this pregnancy you dreamed of holding a tiny, wriggling bundle in your arms, of feeling the weight of a newborn's head nestled against your chest once again. As much as you longed to know the gender of your baby, you and Zayne had decided to leave it as a surprise, wanting to be caught off guard by the reveal in the delivery room.

As the due date approached, you found yourself imagining a little girl, a third daughter to join her sisters in a sisterly trio. You envisioned matching dresses, shared secrets, and a lifetime of friendship that only sisters could share. Zayne would joke about being outnumbered, about being the only boy in a house full of women, and you would laugh, imagining the chaos and the joy.

However, fate had a different plan in store, and as you lay on the hospital bed, your legs trembling from the intensity of labor, you heard the doctor's voice ring out, clear and filled with joy.

"It's a boy!" he exclaimed, holding up the squirming, crying, and incredibly alive baby. As the doctor placed him on your chest, his tiny body warm and wiggling against your skin, you looked down to see a face that was unmistakably your own. But as you looked closer, you saw the unmistakable glint of Zayne's hazel eyes.

With your son came the inevitable challenge of sleepless nights. Your son seemed to have inherited your own struggles with a proper sleep schedule. You found yourself up late into the night, rocking him in your arms as you sang soft lullabies and bounced him gently, trying to coax him into a state of peaceful slumber. The sleepless nights that you had not experienced with your daughters were tripled with your son. Zayne would lay him down in his crib, only to hear his cries echoing through the baby monitor mere moments later.

As your son grew and developed his own unique personality, you couldn't help but see so much of yourself reflected in his actions. While your daughters had been calm and easy from the start, your son seemed to be a whirlwind of energy and mischief, a carbon copy of your own spirited and vivacious nature. You watched in amusement as he tore through the house, his tiny feet pounding against the hardwood floors as he chased after his sisters, his laughter echoing off the walls. He was a bundle of endless energy, always on the move, and always seeking the next adventure.

Like his father he was a quick learner, his mind absorbing information like a sponge, and his thirst for knowledge seemed to know no bounds. You watched as he tackled his ABCs and 123s. While he may have inherited your charming personality and striking features, his aspirations and role model lay firmly in the form of his father. It was a testament to the incredible bond they shared and the profound influence that Zayne had on your son's aspirations. You watched with a mix of pride and amusement as your little boy began to imitate his father in every way possible. At a young age, he started copying miniature versions of Zayne's professional attire, proudly parading around the house in his own tiny lab coat and stethoscope. The sight of your little one playing doctor with his sisters, his concentration and focus mirroring Zayne's intensity, never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Your home was filled with a warmth and a joy that only a loving family could bring, and you reveled in the chaos and the laughter that echoed through the halls. The walls were adorned with framed photographs capturing the essence of your family's love story, each one a memory etched in time, a moment to be cherished and celebrated.

Zayne watched as your daughters shared secret whispers and giggles, their bond as unbreakable as the day they met, their faces lighting up with a joy and a innocence that never failed to steal his breath away, He watched as his son tackled the world with a fearlessness that never ceased to amaze him, and he knew that he had played a small part in shaping a child who would one day make a remarkable man.

As for you, the love and the admiration in his eyes grew even more intense. You were, without a doubt, the love of his life, the partner who had stood by his side through thick and thin, the mother of his beautiful children. In you, he saw the embodiment of strength, of beauty, and of an unwavering commitment to your family. He knew that without you, he would be lost, and he thanked the universe every single day for bringing you into his life.

[plushieanimals]

Lisa Frank ~ fantastic world beanie plush 🌈

[skyrider3217artz]

It's been a long time coming, I finally finished my next project.

Silver Rathalos from Monster Hunter!

This isn't for me, it's for a commission so he will be going to a new home.

[kaerura7]

Chibi Safi'Jiiva is done ! 💫

Safi is on my Top 10, even Top 5 MH monsters, so I was really happy to make him ! 👌

And he loves to smell the autumn air🙃

[mannimarcos]

and to be loved is to be changed :)

[forrksie]

Mini/baby Iterators 🥲

They all have been listed on Etsy if anyone wants a babi, portable Iterator🥲

[priintiisor]

who wants to see my silly slugcat plushies that i made?

(to anyone who actually knows how to make plushies: these are very bad. i sewed everything by hand because i do not own a sewing machine. i have no idea what i m doing. but i m proud of them lol)

in order of when i made them:

i made this little guy a bit more than a year ago and it s pretty much the first plushie i ever made. they re very very scuffed, you can see the lines i made on the material so i d know where to cut it and my stitches are falling apart as we speak, but i love them a lot. definitely learned a lot making them

monk, my second creation. the idea for the pose is that they re a scared little cat so they re holding their taill between their legs!! (as cats supposedly do when they re scared. i have no idea if that s true) it s very silly. they can also just lay down normally

(also, fun fact, my survivor and monk plushies have 3 fingers on their back legs because i found out they re only meant to have 2 after i made them lol)

hunter!! i m still very proud of this one. the pose is meant to be the one from their campaign cover thing, i think it turned out pretty good!! the rot was surprisingly fun to make- also, because my hunter design is that they re badly stitched together, i get away with ugly stitches! it s falling apart cuz that s the design, not cuz i messed it up!!

this little guy. i love this little guy. those whiskers/gills/whatever that they have were a pain to make but this creature is so silly. so huggable. so throwable. i ve had to stitch it back together a few times because i just love carrying it around with me everywhere. such a little guy

fibsh :]

ah the gourm plushie. my dearest gourm plushie. it is so very scuffed. i had no idea what i was doing when i made this thing. it is pretty nice to hug tho, and that s all i can ask of a gourmand plushie, so i d say i achieved my goal here

this thing. refuses to stand up. taking photos of it is so annoying. it s very very huggable tho. actually one of my favorites because it s just so nice to hold

and arti!! she also refuses to stand. also fun fact: i didn t have a darker red material to make her scar out of so it s just colored slightly darker with a marker. idk if you can tell but i think it s funny

i also made her mask :D

i don t usually keep it on her cuz it s made out of thin cardboard and i don t want to break it but it looks really cool :]

aaand i don t have a saint yet (because i haven t found anything of the right color. when i get green i will be unstoppable)

and here s all of them together :D

they live on my radiator

thank you for looking at my slugcat plushies

[dancwart]

Happy Pancake Thursday! #KevinSweep

Happy Pancake Thursday!

This is an artist's interpretation of Earndil's voice acting.

(My plushie was scheduled for today, but it did not arrive. It is so sad. But at least I'm gonna fry a wacky stack of pancakes in a moment)

[howdy5455]

Shitpost from different timelines

[cozycraftzbl]

Og Slugcat squad

[rocketbirdie]

oh plessie plushie... we're really in it now huh

[glitchesart]

Now that I think about about i dont think I ever posted the nargacuga I made for my partner a while ago

[cattyfacepunny]

here are all my slogcat plushies as one post

Edit: if yall wanna make these scugs i have the pattern for free on my acc \/