#SQUEEZES THEM LIKE MARKETABLE PLUSHIES

[koifsssh]

i absolutely adore the oc’s made for welcome home, all i have seen are so charming and wonderful! very creative too! so i wanted to sketch some out, and direct some of you to some really wonderful artists that are the creators of these ocs!

(more below! it’s kinda lengthy ahaha!)

(poppet reminds me of a slinky toy... i adore poppet sm...)

(silly thing i thought when i drew Sanny and Rainy next to each other! I haven’t seen Sanny colored, but if he’s purple adjacent he and Rainy would definitely look like cousins i think!)

oh boy, im a little scared to tag, but you must know who the lovely creators are!

Dolly - @nonomives Robbie - @clownsuu  Colt - @thelone-copper Poppet - @cupophrogs  Basil (I LOVE HIS DESIGN RAHHH) - @cutepotatook  Sanny - @qep0ermint�� 

(im so sorry to turn all your ocs into marketable plushies...)

[ohayuku]

[ you enchanted me. ]

😞😞😞😞😞😞 the rot is real and it will get you too. i love them so so much.

[ Shattered by the lovely @galacii-gallery !! ]

[ Radio by the lovely @darkxsoulzyx or @darkmuffinstudios !! ]

[ You can find these cuties at @shit-hell-no-radio !! ]

[shalomniscient]

“lyney. what is that on your shoulder?”

your words are flat, tone more statement than question, and a sheepish look graces lyney’s expression. the boy—young man, you correct yourself—shifts almost awkwardly on his feet, his eyes darting from side to side as he clearly tries to think up of some explanation for what in the world you’re seeing right now.

“well, father and i went out on a mission,” he begins. “it was supposed to be just reconaissance on a rogue fatui alchemist, but the target somehow figured out we were tailing him. i went after him, but i was careless. he… he managed to get the upper hand and threw some sort of potion at me. father took the hit instead, and i managed to restrain the alchemist. but when i looked back at father after that…”

he gestures awkwardly to his shoulder, whereupon a little black-and-white rabbit toy sits, and you raise a brow.

“she turned into a marketable plush toy?”

lyney scratches the back of his neck. “uh, well. yes, i’d say.”

you sigh, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. today will be a long day indeed. after a beat, you open them again, and study the toy—which is, apparently, the fourth harbinger and more importantly your husband—again.

it’s a little rabbit, about the size of an average child’s toy. its body is mostly white, with patches of black at its hands, feet and the tips of its ears. its expression is one of utter unamusement, eyes half-lidded almost in annoyance. but in truth, it is those very eyes that assure you of the truth of lyney’s story—little crimson Xs that gaze at you with an intensity you would know anywhere.

“arlecchino?” you try hesitantly, the toy’s tiny ear flicks in response. you almost snort—archons above, it really is her. your husband really did get turned into a marketable plushie that you’re quite sure regrator wouldn’t hesitate to mass produce. instead, you shake your head, dropping your hand down to your side. “i take it you asked the alchemist for an antidote already?”

lyney nods. “i did. he said there wasn’t one—“ your eyes flicker briefly with panic, and lyney hastily elaborates, “—b-but he said it would wear off in a few hours! and he’s still alive, so if the worst comes to pass…”

you exhale slightly in relief. “right. well, i suppose i’ll take her off your… shoulder.”

you reach out unsurely to the little toy, palm open. its round head looks down at your open hand from lyney’s shoulder, before standing on its stubby legs and jumping. the plushie is remarkably soft, and you resist the urge to squeeze it. you bring your hand to your shoulder next, and the toy clambers onto it, settling comfortably with one tiny paw braced against your neck.

“comfortable?” you ask, glancing down. you get a sharp nod in response, and another flick of an ear. the absurdity of the situation gets a chuckle out of you, before you reach out and ruffle lyney’s hair. “alright, i’ll take it from here. go ahead and rest, lyney.”

the young man relaxes, nods, then heads off, looking the slightest bit glad he no longer has his father over his shoulder—literally. you, on the other hand, breathe out a slow exhale, moving your hand up to scratch beneath the toy’s chin instinctively, like you would a cat. it softens against your touch, slouching almost, a stubby leg kicking lightly against your collarbone.

you laugh softly. “i suppose i should spend the rest of the day in the office, before the younger children catch sight of such a cute little toy.”

the toy stiffens ever so slightly, ear flicking again, and you take that as an ethusiastic yes with another giggle before heading off to your shared office.

paperwork is, objectively, boring. however, little things can make it more interesting. like having another person to do it with, or in your case today—a sentient plush toy. toychino (as you’ve taken to calling her) ambles around your desk like a little helper, gathering papers and bringing you pens. sometimes she taps her little foot against a specific line, and you make a note to speak about it to her later, when she can actually—hopefully—talk again.

in truth, you’re barely keeping it together. toychino is giving you such vicious cuteness aggression it takes every ounce of self control in your being not to squeeze her senseless. time seems to drag on endlessly, and after what feels like an eternity of torment, the sun finally dips below the horizon, granting you and toychino a moment of reprieve. you bring her back with you to your shared room, setting her down against the pillows as you get changed.

you can feel her eyes on you, ever-present, even as a tiny toy. when you head back to the bed in your night-clothes, her gaze feels intense, despite her expression being almost comically perptually unimpressed. you flop onto the soft mattress, rolling onto your back and taking toychino in your hands, holding her up like a cat from under her small arms.

you can’t help but crack a smile. “you’re quite cute like this, you know. i might miss toychino.”

the toy does nothing but give you a silent, withering glare, ears dropping a fraction. like a pout, kind of. it makes you want to explode into a billion pieces, and you can’t smother the laugh that bubbles from your lips.

“i’m definitely getting a little copy of you made,” you murmur affectionately, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. “my beloved marketable plushie.”

you bring her down to your lips to press a kiss to her soft, cotton-filled head—

—and a plume of white smoke bursts in your face, before a solid weight drops onto your body, forcing a startled ‘oof’ from your lips.

you cough and wave a hand to clear away the smoke (thankfully tasteless, scentless and sensationless), blinking to clear out your eyes. when your vision finally refocuses, you’re looking into bright crimson Xs, shining like cut rubies.

as the final vestiges of smoke clear, there appears your husband—in all her full, human glory. her handsome face is set in an unamused expression as she looks down at you, though you know her well enough to be able to see the fondness lying behind it. she leans in, large, warm hands intertwining with your own and pressing yours into the mattress to pin you down.

“wife,” she rumbles, and you resist the urge to preen and expose how much you’ve missed her voice today. “you’ve had a lot of fun, haven’t you?”

you breathe a small laugh. “most certainly.”

she huffs softly, nosing along your jaw to your neck, and pressing a nipping kiss to your pulse. she’s warm, intensely so, and you feel that heat start to spread throughout your system as well.

“you had your hands all over me today,” she murmurs after a beat, shifting a little higher to whisper her next words into your ear. there’s almost a slight hint of mischief to her tone, but you’re starting to get a little too hot to be sure.

“it’s my turn now.”

(she ends up reminding you for the rest of the night why human arlecchino is a far better option than toychino. however, you still get a replica toy made, much to her utter dismay.)

[afra-blueraz]

How diaboys will treat their plushie Yui headcanons:

Shu likes to use it as a pillow more than anything else. Because he feels that he is sleeping on Yui's soft body and feels very good and can relax.

The doll is designed to smell like Yui, so sometimes instead of using it as a pillow, he prefers to hug it and sleep like a baby.

The fabric used in the doll is very soft and always reminds Shu of Yui.

After seeing this doll in stores, Reiji went to the market with a long coat, sunglasses and a mask to buy it without anyone recognizing it.

After buying the doll, Reiji hides it in the darkest places of his room so that none of his brothers find the doll because he is sure to be teased by them.

Although the triplets always know about Reiji's secrets and like to tease him.

Sometimes in his solitude Reiji puts the doll on his lap and starts combing its hair. By doing this, he feels that he is touching Yui's soft hair.

In his longings, he sniffs the doll to remind him of Yui.

Reiji loves to hold Yui's plush to sleep at night, but he is worried that his brothers will see him like this. That's why he never does it.

Ayato went to the store like Jet to buy the plushie.

He looks at the doll in surprise and giggles at how strange it looks. But it doesn't take long before he finds himself hugging and smelling the plushie.

Ayato sometimes thinks that Plushie and Yui are one and the same, and orders Plushie to make takoyaki for him.

(Oi Chichinashi, hurry up, make me takoyaki. Oh... I forgot you are just a doll. Hahaha, even your doll is Chichinashi.)

Kanato fell in love with Yui's plush doll with just one look. He thinks Yui can be Teddy's best friend.

Kanato always hugs Yui's plush toy with Teddy and never takes it away from him.

He likes to sew cute clothes for Yui's plushie. Because Yui is always his doll.

Sometimes he has a tea party with Teddy and Plushie Yui.

Laito falls in love with Yui's plush doll and thinks she is very cute.

Laito likes to hug her and talk to her. And sometimes he likes to have bad fantasies about plushies.

Like Reiji, Subaru goes to the store in clothes to buy dolls so that no one recognizes him.

After seeing the doll, he goes to the store like Jet to buy it, and be sure if he can't get the Yui plushie, he will blow up the whole store.

Subaru keeps Yui's plushie in his coffin and sleeps with her all the time.

Plushie Yui smells exactly like Yui and makes Subaru feel good.

Sometimes he looks at Plushie and thinks how cute and beautiful she is and how he can tell his feelings to Yui and he blushes and screams looking at Plushie.

At first Ruki didn't want to buy the plushie, but he couldn't resist it. The plushie was very cute and smelled good and reminded him of his angel.

Ruki buys a plushie and keeps it with him all the time. He hugs Plushie when he is reading a book, thinking that Yui is in his arms and they are reading a book together.

He strokes Yui's plushie hair and kisses her and talks to her as if she were real.

(My angel, do you like to read books together... Yui, you always seduce me.)

When Kou saw Yui's doll, he screamed like a fangirl and quickly went to the store to buy a plushie. He saw that other boys also bought Yui's plushie and got angry and bought all the dolls in the store so that no other boy could buy it.

He treats Yui's plushie like a cat. He buys it cat clothes and even gives it food.

He constantly hugs and squeezes Yui's plushie and thinks it is the cutest plushie in the world. He wished he could squeeze real Yui just as hard.

Yuma buys the plushie just because it makes him feel good because he's not very fond of dolls.

He sometimes puts the plushie in his garden so that he can see it while working and feel good.

Azusa falls in love with Yui's plushie. He buys a plushie and never takes it off. He even hugs it at school, even though Ruki keeps reminding him that it's embarrassing, but Azusa doesn't care.

He always smells Yui's plushie to make him feel that his beloved Eve is by his side.

He constantly kisses Yui's plushie and sometimes feels like he is kissing and caressing Yui.

Carla places Yui's plushie in his large art collection as if it were a rare and valuable piece of art.

According to him, the wife of a founder should be treated like queens and this plushie doll should be treated like a big art sculpture. She is the beloved wife of a founder.

Shin loves to hug Yui's plushie and sleep.

Sometimes, when he gets too emotional, he turns into a wolf and goes around Yui's plushie and licks it. He never shows it in front of Carla, but he loves Yui's plushies.

Kino is not interested in plushie dolls but Yui is his princesse and a princesse needs a prince.

Kino sometimes hugs plushie Yui and plays with it. Sometimes he wishes Yui was as good at video games as Plushie Yui.

What none of the boys can deny is that sleeping with a plushie Yui is the best feeling in the world.

[seneon]

KISSING YOUR PAIN AWAY ──── mashle various.

featuring. mash burnedead, rayne ames, orter mádl.

notes. angst + comfort. gn! reader. hey guys, i wrote this while i was in my feels haha lol

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD

he's the absolute sweetest. will do whatever it takes to not let your salty tears flow from the corner of your eyes. mash brings you whatever is closest to him— a half eaten cream puff, a plastic toy dumbbell, one in a million of his cream puff plushies that you got for him when you're at the market. whatever it is, he will bring you things to just see you smile. he's so clueless, he doesn't know how else to comfort you. but he tries. he tries his hardest like it's his last mission.

"oh no, please don't cry," he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before he frantically looks around to grab something. anything will do. as long as it'll distract whatever calamity that storms around in your mind.

mash gives up with that, seeing that your tears have built up in such a large amount that it stars to carefully flow down your cheeks in such distress. that does not stop him from trying. his fingers found their way to quickly wipe away the flowing tears from your cheeks. he keeps doing it over and over; wiping your tears that kept flowing until his own fingers are stained with wet and salty tears.

finally, he holds your cheek, cupping it slightly even though your cheeks are wet. he looks at your eyes for a moment, scanning over the gloss of it before he finally pulls you into a hug. arms wrapped tightly around you, pushing you into his body so you could listen his heart as he silently lets you wail the rest of your remaining tears out.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES

post-crying has you all empty inside and out. your eyes down to the bottom of your jaw is all stained. the aftermath of letting it all out has allowed exhaustion to surface. but rayne is there with you. he's there with you throughout the entire process. he's all ears and all about listening to your stories and your rambles and your tears. rayne will not leave you unattended like this— shattered into pieces. he will always mend you back up with his kisses.

rayne presses his lips under your the corner of your eye where the first stream of tears flowed down. then he moves down, dragging his lips across your skin to place chaste and reassuring kisses onto your tear-stained cheeks. his thumb grazes over the dry tears that remains to dry, kissing on the trail that was left behind.

so gentle and careful, as if not to break your shattered pieces anymore. he's mending them carefully with the work of his lips kissing all over your face. and it works wonderfully, because the moment his lips pauses in front of your own lips, you looked into his eyes, your own eyes blurry from crying so much.

he then presses his lips on yours. a quick kiss that tells you so much which he couldn't utter out. it's all about the way he carries out every single action with so much love and care that you could feel your shattered soul is being glued back, pieces by pieces, with his love that seeped into your broken soul, filing up every brokenness. "it'll be okay. i'm right here."

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MÁDL

orter holds your hand while you speak your mind. it's not just simply holding your hands— he's seated on the ground beside your wooden chair, ranting your heart out as his fingers caresses your fingers. his gaze is focused on your hands, watching as your fingers would occasionally squeeze his own in frustration. orter is silent throughout this entire process, and when he thinks you're done pouring your agitated heart out, he glances up when you're all silent.

"need someone to lean on?" he asked as you nodded, biting your lower lips to surpress anything that might make a debut. orter stands up and pulls your head close to him, your head immediately leaning into his chest as you touched your fingers where orter's touch lingers around in comfort.

his fingers weaved their way into your hair, smoothing it out as he could feel your shaking under his embrace. orter cannot stay still. it wasn't long before he shifted his position, now kneeling on the ground, somewhat close to your height before he looks right at you, eyes burning into your tainted heart. you can feel his fingers wrapping them around yours, the absence disappearing only to fill with a warm sense of comfort with his warm hands.

then, a warm kiss placed on your knuckles, to remind you that you're never alone and that he'll always be there to hold your hands no matter what. "let it out, i won't ever let go of you."

TAGS ★ @kyoghurts @caelivir @dragonictears @anqelically @kazuhaiku

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 3

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“Are ya gonna follow us home t’day?” Megumi rubs at his little eyes as his puppy-themed socks come to a stop before you, trying to stifle an incoming yawn. He sounds hopeful, dare you even say, excited.

“Daddy said you were gonna eat at our house too.” He’s suddenly holding his arms up towards you, asking to be carried as he awaits with still half-opened eyes.

“Oh? Megumi-kun, are you excited about moving in?” You’re bending down, your hands picking him up and supporting his weight, letting the child’s head loll and rest against your chest. His cheek squishes against you, a sleepy comfort overtaking him once more now that he’s in your arms.

“Mn.” You feel him press his ear against your heartbeat, smiling at the steady, slow vibration, his innocent eyes already starting to close once more as he cuddles himself against you, getting comfortable in your embrace. “I just wanna see you there…” His words trail off with his sleepy haze, going limp in your hug as he finally falls back asleep.

You feel a blush overtake you at his words, the gentle chime of a nursery lullaby flowing into your ears, accompanied by the adorable snores of your other children as you sat upon a nearby cushion with a sleeping Megumi in your arms. So cute.

Maybe it was a good idea to accept their family’s invite afterall?

——

Sometimes, you’re utterly at a loss for words at a certain trio within your class. Even as Mimiko sips on a cup of milk whilst sitting on your lap, Nanako humming, sprawled out on the floor next to you and drawing with her plethora of crayons and Megumi playing with the toy trucks by his sisters.

(“Hmm…” Mimiko leans back, staring up at you, hands fiddling with her now empty milk carton. She’s always been one to speak her mind.“(name)-sensei…”

“Mm?” You look down at her, snapping out of your dazed out trance, your fingers that were mindlessly combing through her hair stopping abruptly.

She doesn’t respond, her eyes scrutinizing you as you give her the moment to collect her words. Is something wrong? Did her milk taste bad? You had the same one, you don’t think—

“You’re so pretty.” Just as pretty as her Papa and Daddy. Maybe even more? She’d have to ask her plushies one by one later on who they think is the winner. She’s betting on you.)

“Nanako-chan, do you need me to call him? It isn’t like your Papa to be late…”

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ as she skips over to her cubby. “It’s realllll good that we’re the last ones left, and so earlyish! Pap— We thought we were gonna have to wait longer!!” She digs around the frog themed backpack, her tongue stuck out in concentration before she pulls out her phone.

Her very expensive, high-tech, latest in the market phone that was leagues better than yours and probably costed around an entire month of your salary. “Papa said to just text him if he’s late, and Daddy’ll come zooming the fastest around!”

That was approximately 4 minutes ago.

“(name)-sensei, (name)-sensei! I drew this for you!” A sheet of A3 paper is thrusted into your face, a burst of colour that dyed your eyes in fascinating intrigue as they slowly focus in on the drawing.

Matching blonde and brunette bobs, right next to a darker ponytailed brunette and spiky black. Shiny, smiley faces that were drawn on with an attempt to scribble the characters of their names just above them.

Though, that wasn’t the main focus. You notice 3 more figures upon the paper, characterized by neon-blue crayon for eyes, another having long shadowy black for hair… And the unmistakable pink of your apron you wore for work.

(You can’t even deny that it’s you. You saw her peeking over and trying to see and copy down your name embroidered onto the top of your apron.)

“That’s a wonderful drawing, Nanako-chan! What made you want to add me in?” Megumi and Mimiko have now gathered near you, squeezing in under your arms to stare at their sibling’s art work.

“That’s cause we love (name)-sensei a wholeeeeeee lot!” She draws a circle in the air with her arms, the widest circumference she can go. “Wayyyyy more than this!”

We…? Why, you feel flattered— A knock at the door sounds, a boisterous voice disrupting your train of thought.

“Daddy’s here!”

——

“But Nanako wants to sit on (name)-sensei’s lap!” A pouty complaint as she tugs on her dad’s jacket, narrowed brown squinting up at him as she hugs her frog plushie backpack close to her.

“Nope!” The grown man makes an X cross with his arms. “Papa’s gonna have my head if you’re not in your booster seat.”

“Then you sit in the back and Nanako will drive!” She’s determined to be able to be next to you on this short drive back.

You’re already helping Megumi buckle himself into the booster seat, a sleeping Mimiko all strapped in as her soft breaths are barely heard. You notice the soft, chubby fingers that rests themselves over your hand just as you were about to pull away.

“Hmm? Megumi-kun, what’s wrong?” He says nothing as he stares at your hand, eyes downcast and as if too conflicted to let go. “I dwon’t want you to go…”

You think you’re going to die from cuteness.

“I’ll be with you real soon, okay?” You ruffle his hair, watching as he grunts lightly at the sensation before he lets you go.

It isn’t long before Gojo gets his blonde daughter to behave and obediently settle next to her siblings, hugging her plushie close as she receives a wave from you from outside.

It’s just you and their other father now.

“Gojo-san, thank you for offering me to drive me back.” You’re smiling up at him, oh so innocently. It almost makes him want to—

“Sa. To. Ru.” You feel a tap to your nose at the last syllable. “We’re gonna be neighbours, aren’t we?” He sends you a charming wink. “Plus, I don’t mind driving you back. I’d even it rather be a regular occurrence, if you left it up to me.”

(S-so forward! Isn’t he scared of what his husband will think?! Driving another adult around so casually in his car!)

“That isn’t necessary at all, Gojo—“ You see him pout, his cheeks starting to puff up. “Sa…Toru-san. You really don’t have to.”

“Hmm.” He leans in— Almost intimately close as you back off slightly, your back coming into contact with his car. Vibrant blue stare into your own, as you tilt your head in innocent confusion.

“You know, (name).” His voice trace over your name with such a deep, almost fulfilling tone that makes your heart stir. “I’m been kind of worked up lately.”

An arm that extends past, lightly brushing your hip as he gets the door for you. Except… He doesn’t seem to be opening it anytime soon, choosing to box you in between the car and his body. “You could say that I’m even a little… Excited.”

(“Oh? I suppose it is a little nerve wrecking to have a guest over when you just move in.” You nod, ignoring the warmth that was exceedingly close to your waist, your gaze still holding his own intense orbs. “Even I wouldn’t dare to invite someone over when I’ve barely got everything set up yet, so I get you, Satoru-san.”

He blinks, the tension diffusing in mere seconds before he starts breaking out into a boisterous laugh, tilting his head downwards towards the ground and a hand over his mouth.

“Ahaha! That’s right, sensei!” You’re so cute.)

——

“Hello!” A sparkling set of eyes and rocking feet, hands clenched into excited fists that pump into the air. “Welcome to our new house!” A little girl no older than 3 or 4 appears in front of you, her brown hair fluttering with her bouncy joy that radiates off of her in waves.

“My name is Tsumiki! I like drinking strawberry milk and being praised!” She ends her introduction with an eager V-sign, bright teeth out in a grin and eyes upturned into the cutest little crescents, before she flattens her arms at her sides, bowing to you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“My, you’re so polite.” You lean over to pat at her head, your bag long placed on top of the counter at their genkan. “I’m (nam)—“

“(name)-sensei! You live in the apartment right next to us, you work at the kindergarten my brother and sisters go to, you’re super, suuuuper sweet like kikufuku mochi and, and—!” Her eyes are sparkling more intensely, practically reflecting a constellation of her thoughts as she looks up at you. “And you’re even super, super pretty!”

(Even prettier than all the other times she’s seen you.)

You’re honestly at a loss for words right now. How much are you talked about here…?

“Mmm, but I suppose calling you sensei when you aren’t my sensei is a little strange, right, sensei?~” She’s strangely playful, big grin and eyes that gleamed with something you can only describe as a yearning want.

She taps her chin in thought, eyes averting to the side and upwards as if in deep thought. “Ah!” She claps her hands together. “Can I call you Mama?”

(W-whaaaaaat?! So upfront!)

“Please, please?” She’s already wrapped her arms around your legs, her pouty, mischievous eyes pleading up at your blushing form, her head buried into your tummy as she’s on her tiptoes.

You’re blushing hard— Your eyes swirling with bashful shyness that makes you so, so nervous. Sure, she’s adorable— So forward and so cute pleading you like this…! You did always tell yourself that you wanted kids—

“Now, now Tsumiki. You’re teasing our poor guest too much.” A tut and a ruffle of her head from behind as an all too welcomed figure appears.

“Papa!”

“Geto-san…!”

“I’m sorry. She takes after Satoru a little too much in that sense.” She turns his gaze downwards. “Tsumiki, help me set the table, please.”

“Okay!” And she patters off, socked feet against the wooden floors as she skips away. “Talk to you later, Mama!”

(Ohhh… You feel like you’re going to burn up from gratified embarrassment… You like the way it sounds but it’s so embarrassing—! Especially when she’s not your child…!)

“No, no, Geto-san. It was lovely being able to talk with her! You raised all your kids so well!” You’re gushing as you talk to him, a hand pressed over your stuttering heart, letting him lead you around, not even noticing the hand that had intertwined with your own as you lost yourself to your overactive mind.

“I sometimes wish they were my own.” You’re turning sheepish, body turned slightly to face his with the still all too cute, all too adorable smile of yours. He stops in his tracks, fingers closing in on your face to brush a strand of your hair back, the graze of his skin against yours makes you shiver in a sense of delight… It always felt strangely— Good whenever he does this.

(He can make that happen, you know?)

“Trust me, sensei—“ He feigns a tired sigh, pulling away, causing your shoulders to slump in visible disappointment, much to his adoration. “They can be up to no good if they want to be.”

Now that you’re actually in their house, it definitely feels a little high class. Their cushions that looked and felt like they were too out of this world, their curtains looking a little glamorous… Not to mention how amazingly soft the couch you were sitting upon felt…

You were so sure you passed by your own apartment next to theirs not too long ago. Now you’re not even sure if you’re even living in the same realm of possibility…

“Dinner’s about to be finished up. Do you mind waiting a bit?”

“If you don’t mind,” You tilt your head to the side as you watch him. “I could lend a hand.”

——

“Gumi, c’mere.” Tsumiki beckons her younger brother towards her, the little boy waddling over with his towel wrapped around him, dripping with water as he holds onto his sister’s hand.

(It’s normal for them to wash up a little bit before dinner, they’ll take their bath later.)

“Don’t they look like a marriage?” A proper one. Like in those late-night soap operas one of her Mother’s ‘friends’ used to leave on. The way Papa is smiling as you taste test his cooking, the way Daddy tried to eat whatever you touched, the way you all laughed in an emotion that cannot be anything else but utter joy.

“Get— Suguru-san, I think it needs a little salt.”

“Mm, is that so?” He doesn’t even hesitate to place his lips onto the spoon you had just used, tongue peeking out to lick up any leftover remnants that could be there. “It might be the lack of dashi stock. I need to go to the market soon.”

“Oh, there’s one nearby, I could show you—“

“Suguru! No fair! I wanna taste too!”

“Aren’t you meant to be helping the kids dry off, Satoru?”

“Mmm, I will if I get fed!” He opens his mouth towards you, “Pleaseeeeee? I’m getting hungry!”

You’re the one. Tsumiki knows you are. She just does. Her grip on the door frame tightens ever so slightly, a twinkle of longing, of yearn in her gaze.

“Better than Mother ever looked with any of those men…”

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Notes:

It’s very important that you do not leave the nap room for very long during naptime. You went out to do some administrative work and you came back to a crying Mimiko that was biting into her plushie, trying to silence herself so as to not disturb the rest while she huddled into a corner and silently wailed for you.

“(name)-sensei…! D-don’t leave Mimiko again…!” Her tears are soaking into the front of your apron, her small hands gripping onto the fabric of upon your shoulders as she clung onto you. Desperate, scared.

The other children do not like it when you’re not around. Stay in the rooms with them.

“Aww, I thought I heard something from outside. Was it you, Megumi?” Geto Suguru soon scoops up a blank, sleepy little boy dragging a blanket in.

“Oh? What do you have in your hands for me, Gumi? It’s—“ He continues to smile. “Are those my… Contact lenses? Thank you very much…” The transparent item is plopped onto Suguru’s open palm, a silent Megumi burying his face into his father’s chest soon after.

What a peculiar child.

[mychlapci]

Nah, but ageswap Sunstreaker and Sideswipe finding out about Prowl’s weakness for cute things… Prowl spotting a stuffed petrorabbit in a market and just melting into a puddle. It’s black and white, like he is, with a little puff of a tail. He can’t help running his fingers over the soft fabric, picking it up to bury his face between the big, floppy ears. He lets out a soft little squeal as he huggles it, only to freeze when someone clears their throat. His mentors are staring. Actually, so is the vendor—but that’s with an indulgent field for a cute young mechanism, unlike Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They’re staring at him like they’ve never seen him before. Sunstreaker looks like he wants to eat Prowl up, and it makes his plugged pussy cycle down on its toy. And then they buy it for him. He can’t help thanking them over and over, holding the petrorabbit to his chest with one arm and clinging to their plating with another. It’s the start of *something* although none of them is quite sure what.

When they get back to the twins’ shared hab, Prowl is promptly filled with Sideswipe’s spike. The plug is pulled free with a wet sound, tossed to the side and forgotten as the red mech fills the hungry hole it’d vacated. Prowl moans, long and horny, as it slides in. Still clutching his little black and white bunny. And then Sunstreaker starts to slip in too, until Prowl is gasping and almost too full. Sweet little pussy stinging withe the stretch of two spikes, overwhelmed tears sparkling in his optics. He can only clutch his bunny and try not to overload without permission, burying his face in the fur to stifle his little gasps and whines as his plugged spike bobs untouched between his and Sunstreaker’s bellies.

“What’s your little friend’s name, Prowl?” Sideswipe purrs in his audial, equal parts mocking and desperately aroused.

“Ru-uuuby!” Prowl hiccups when they begin to slowly thrust into him, spikes sliding together in his slick valve. They’re rubbing all of his internal sensors as they do, lubricant bubbling up between them and drooling out of Prowl.

“Aw, sweetspark,” Sunstreaker drawls, hoarseness betraying how affected he really is, “do you wuv her?” Prowl can’t think, can only feel a wash of humiliation that leaves his node tingling with charge. Silly, little trainee. His vents come in little gasps, lips trembling as he tries to stutter out an answer.

“Ye-es,” he manages, trying not to focus on the feeling of two fat spikes stuffing him to the brim, “I. I wuv her.” It makes his plating crawl with embarrassment in the most delicious way as he stumbles through yet another thank you that gets muffle by his plushy.

“Why don’t you give Ruby some cute little kisses,” Sideswipe suggests. Prowl obeys, planting chaste little pecks on the toy bunny’s head and cheeks even as the fuck into him. Sunstreaker groans low in his chest at the sight. None of them will last very long, the twins allowing Prowl to overload soon after he obediently hugs his bunny even tighter up away from his ‘naughty spike’ so she doesn’t get dirty. Never mind that it’s plugged and can’t leak.

Now that they know Prowl melts over cute things, there’s soon to be a parade of adorable but embarrassing outfits and accessories from Sunstreaker. New plushies to crowd his bed and confuse his roommate. And, of course, new ways to play with their cute little trainee. Some of his sitters are gonna blow a gasket over how cute this slag is.

AAAAA i completely missed this one. They make him baby talk, that’s so fun. Nothing’s ever made Prowl as hot as being forced to act like a mechling that can barely get words out. They think it’s hilarious and super hot when he blushes and glares at them while squeezing his cute new rabbit toy…

[underworld-office-fan-acc]

*slowly slides a plushie across a table to Eugene before dissolving*

"Oh? What's this?..."

Eugene picked up the soft, fragile plush that represented a specific person. And that specific person was; Eugene themselves.

"...."

For some reason, the sight of their own appearance, even if they've seen it countless of times, frustrated them. Their hand subconsciously squeezed the fabric in-between their fingers.

Every micro feeling had pricked their skin as a reminder of what they're holding. Something like pieces of sand being forcefully pressed against someone's hand.

"Oh my god is that youuu? Awww so cute!!"

Unexpectedly, River— who had appeared out of nowhere —snatches the item out of their grasp. She seems more excited about it than they are somehow.

"Ah— River—"

"Aahahaaa! It's a mini version of you! Look at it, aren't you so cute?"

Then it was shoved into their face (which made them flinch, but they tried to cover it as much as they could), stuck there as River expectantly waited for a verbal answer, or even a nod from Eugene.

Now in a different light, thanks to River, the face of themselves chibi-fied suddenly seemed....adorable. A small smile lifted onto their face.

"Yeah...I guess it is."

They gently took it from River, squeezing it again but it was more out of cuteness aggression rather than pure frustration.

"The askers are having a little too much fun making these, they better make one of me!"

Nooo, don't turn me into a non-marketable plushie against meee >:((

AAAA!!!—

_____

Less dialogue here before author kinda have fun testing more action!!! Though it's probably temporary, please give author opinion on it :D

Eugene: This...

River: This!!

[loneworldgazer]

noooo! don't turn me into a marketable plushie!!

about: trigun guys with a reader who likes to make plushies

a/n: tiny vash (this is also short cause i was impatient to post this limau (lmao) )

pairings: vash x reader, wolfwood x reader

vash

best believe he does a little squel when he sees your works

he ADORES all of the little animal, fruit, veggie, whatever you make plushies you make and squeezes the living hell out of it in excitement

if you like gift giving, he will gladly show it off, keeping them on his bags as keychains, putting it on his table, hell even on his ears if he wants to feel silly

he's also the type to send those good morning messages with the small plush that you made sitting right next to his plate of eggs and bacon

and when you make a tiny version of him, he thinks he died and went to heaven (not literally though i haven't read the manga bro isn't dead right)

it is the most cutest fcking thing he has ever seen in his life, you even got down to the shade of his hair and coat!

for funsies, you would defitenely make his gun and he would scream if you added something that could make tiny him hold it

he would hug you and the plushie at the same time to thank you

he will cherish this gift forever

just know if anybody ever sees it and mskes fun of it, he'll just say that they don't have a wonderful, most coolest person to make plushies for them and fake cries to make fun of them and run off to giggle

gives it silly nicknames like vashie or vash the junior

wolfwood

would grip the ever living shit out of your plushies as if they'll respond

he thinks it's a cute hobby (and that you're cute too

i see him as a guy who just fucks with it, you do you

would buy you materials if you ever run out and you would panic every single time if you think you're running out but a new fresh batch (the exact same colour too!) would pop up in your sewing basket!

he doesn't admit this though, he thinks he's slick

he keeps some in his pockets and gives them to children if they're in need of a small companion/ cheer them up

very much suprising you when kids come at your doorstep to thank you for the plushies and they would grin in thanks

but his favourite one is the tiny version of him, how adorable

he places it into his pocket like it was his kid and brings it everywhere, so if he ever wants to pull out a cigeratte to smoke, he would always have to push away tiny him deeper into his pocket to get at his box of cigerattes

calls it little guy

knives

he doesn't have a need of plushies, it clogs up his space, he finds it useless

second chill guy? he doesn't care at all of what you do and he doesn't bother with your gifts, keeping it into a basket at first

until you made effort in creating a tiny version of himself to which he scoffs in amusement

and hey!! there's detachable blade coils, isn't that fun???!?!?

you have to look at him closely for a reaction, just a tense constipated look of focus on what you've done, intricate details of his suit means he kinda likes it (he doesn't want to admit he finds this action cute whether friend or spouse, it was nice to receive something that was really worked hard on especially when it was him, literally)

there was also a slight twitch of his lips, a quick lift at the end like he wanted to smile but he didn't want to give you the pleasure

(he find your methaphorical droppy ears on your head funny, what a meanie)

he keeps it on his piano, although he finds it bothersome when it falls face flat because of the piano's vibrations or his tiny him blade coils making it heavy on the back, he still likes keeping it close

he goes through that same basket of what you sewed for him and gradually the plushies you thought he threw/dump it elsewhere were now popping up in every corner of the house as decoration (atleast there was some use..? right?)

vash calls it little nai (knives doesn't do nicknames)

[manicplank]

Alright this is a dumb one but

Each of there thoughts on the plushies, both bootleg and official

Plushies!

(my phone kept fucking crashing so this is like the third time I've written this out. sorry if it's kind of lazy.)

Peppino: Who in the world made these things??? And why? He doesn't understand why people would want a plush of him. At least his plush is kind of cute. He supposes it isn't so bad. Maybe he should start selling plushies of himself to bring in some money.

Gustavo: Well, look at this handsome hunk of chef! He loves little bootleg Gustavo, it looks just like him! He thinks the other plushies are cute, too! He's thinking about buying Peppino a Noise plush for April fool's.

Mr. Stick: It's genius! Why didn't he think of it before? Bootleg plushes are a perfect way of marketing something that isn't his! Wait... WHY DOESN'T HE HAVE ONE? THE TOPPIN MONSTERS GET A PLUSH BUT HE DOESN'T?! He is FUMING! And also kind of sad...

Pepperman: Well, well, look at this! He loves the plush of himself! It's almost as handsome as he is! The other plushes aren't as good as his. He figures he has fans, considering they were willing to buy plushes of him. This fuels his ego.

The Vigilante: He thinks they're hilarious! He doesn't really care that he doesn't have one of his own. He thinks it's funny that people are buying plushes of the others. It doesn't surprise him that The Noise plushes are flying off the shelves. However, he thinks Noisette's plush is... questionable.

The Noise: HAHAHAHA! Why didn't he think of this before? He might make his own Nouse plushes and sell them with the rest of the NTV merchandise. He thinks Peppino's is ugly, of course.

Noisette: Finally! She can have as many Noises as she wants to squish and squeeze him whenever she wants! She buys 15 of the bootleg and 15 of the official. The Noise is weirded out but also relieved. Maybe she'll stop squishing him constantly...

Fake Peppino: He loves them and has one of each! They're all sticky and goopy since he tried to eat them. (He ate them all and then threw them up. He couldn't digest them.)

Pizzahead: He TOTALLY DOESN'T have a bunch of his own plushes. He has maybe one or two of Peppino. He snuggles them close every night.

Pillar John: Oh no! The bootleg plush of him is the short, mean version of him! It makes him sad. Hopefully, nobody has bought it. He doesn't want people to think he's a mean dude. As for the others, he really doesn't care.

Gerome: WHAT. THE. FUCK. Who made this and why? He's insulted, it looks nothing like him! At least the others resemble their character, but his? He looks like he was thrown in an incinerator! He's livid!

-

This is Gerome's btw. Look how they massacred my boy!!!

[dewdrip]

[MAKE-A-MELUSINE] - A hot new product has hit the market and it's selling out quick! Customizable Melusine plushies for yourself or for a friend, and you can even dress them up! (for an extra charge, of course.)

there had been a child here only a moment ago. kaveh could’ve sworn it was so—the cyan-colored plushie in his hand is all the proof he needs. and more: it sports the tiny, pink cardigan he’d helped them pick out, the one he’d so carefully added pockets to at their request.

( a client’s instructions are always to be taken seriously, after all. )

but they're gone now. most likely swallowed up by the crowd or plucked by a parent. he stands there, somewhat awkwardly. eyes scan the throngs of people in front of him, searching for a way to pass off the toy. then, at last, kaveh spots another—he assumes—youngster.

“excuse me,” he calls out, voice tentative.

he steps closer, raising the hand not holding the plushie in a friendly wave. then, with a slight shake of the item, he tries to catch her attention.

“would you like this? it's in need of a good home."

overture 2024

The voice that calls to her is as careful as they come, retreating inward like a receding tide. Bailu catches it with pointed ears, turning curiously to meet its owner: a blonde man who gives her a small wave. She has to crane her neck up to maintain proper eye-contact, before aligning her gaze with the Melusine plush that he wiggles ever so slightly. The Healer Lady blinks, a bit owlish. Then she realizes why she's being treated as gingerly as she is. She pouts.

"Huh? I'm not as young as you think!" she says, a bit indignant, though her huffiness is softened by the way she hasn't stopped looking at the Melusine in his hand. Teal skin and a pink cardigan—that was cute, she'll admit. Melusine were always cute. And he was offering the doll so freely, so sweetly. Surely even end-of-life Vidyadhara would hate to say no?

Something in her stomach churns. The longer she fixates on the doll, the larger the feeling grows. Oh Bailu… the Melusine seems to croak at her, You wanna get me so bad…

She squeezes her face, shaking her head as if to ward off some invisible demon. But she had already told him she was too old! Wouldn't he think she was immature if she took it now?

But Bailu, the Melusine whispers once more, it won't matter if you take it and run.

Now that's not such a bad idea… Yes, that's not so bad at all.

Before Bailu can truly register the movement, the Melusine is secured safely between two arms, settled in a tight embrace. She looks up at the blonde man, snapping out of her daze as her body freezes. Run, the Melusine urges. Make a break for it! But her feet stay firmly planted to the ground. A drop of sweat drips down her neck. Bailu swallows.

"But, uh, I won't say no to free things. Uh, thank you! Mercy?" Is he even Fontanian? Bailu winces, "Just, bye!"

[adhd-coyote]

badger and ☀️🧸 if i may?

☀️ - A nice day outside; 🧸 - A soft plushie

I have been dying for an excuse to write about these two sillies, thank you so much

This planet is really nice when I’m not getting shot at, Badger thought, tilting his face up to soak in the warmth of the cloudy sky. They’d finally driven the Seppies away, and since they hadn’t been given any new orders yet, the 193rd battalion was taking what time they could to rest and relax. Badger had found himself on the outskirts of the village his company had been stationed at, enjoying the nice weather and warm breeze. He didn’t know what planet they’d be sent to next, but he doubted the weather would be this nice. “Badger!” He opened his eyes - huh, when had he closed them? - and beamed as he spotted Adai trotting over, waving zir arm to get his attention. He could feel his cheeks heating up in a way that had nothing to do with the warm weather. Adai’s red hair had turned into locks of fire in the sunlight, and zir grin was even brighter. “General,” he greeted when ze got closer, idly noting that ze was holding a hand behind zir back. Adai rolled zir eyes, fond, though zir pointed ears stayed perked. “Don’t ’General’ me, Captain,” ze pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Got something for ya.” “Oh yeah?” Badger tried to look behind zir back, but ze moved to keep hiding whatever ze was holding. “What, not gonna let me see?” “Not yet! Close your eyes and hold out your hands. That’s an order, Captain.” Badger chuckled, but complied, eyes closing and hands raising. A moment later, something was placed in them- soft, light, and… squishy? “Can I open my eyes now?” “Yep!” Badger opened his eyes and- oh. “Is this… Is this a stuffed badger?” “Yeah!” Adai beamed, bouncing on zir toes. “One of the locals made it! I found it at the market and just had to get it for you! Do you like it?” He dragged zir into a hug, squeezing tight but making sure to keep a firm hold on the stuffed badger. “I love it, cyar’ika. Thank you.” Adai purred and nuzzled into his neck. “No debt, love. I’m so happy you like it.”

Them. Them. Gods I love these two so much.

[plumadot]

BHHASBJF YOUR ART IS SO ASBDAS SO SHAPED

EVERYONE LOOKS SO FRIEND SHAPED

I WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM AND TURN THEM INTO MARKETABLE PLUSHIES

(btw idk if you've made hc10 specific designs for the hermits but... if u have, can we see s10 PET trio? like yknow how some ppl draw salmon pearl and steampunk tango.. :3c /vnf)

HELLO KIND ANON <3 i really think you'll get a kick out of this one

and this one

aaaaaaand this one

much love heheh <3 <3 <3

[kwlsn]

After spending some time at your place, Hina finally went back to her place before her curfew while Emma sat down on your bed with your plushies, watching you working on your last task from cram school.

There was a pile of work on your left that Hina brought after she informed the teacher about your condition, stating that the teacher shouldn't be allowed to be this strict towards a barely recovered patient as she gave them to you.

"The winter wasn't as hard as before, I think it'll be okay for us if we go to the beach this week."

Emma hummed, kicking her legs in the air while looking at you for some approval — knowing Toman would only listen to Mikey, who only listened to you like a siscon maniac.

Though, she believed that you never realised it since three of them were infatuated on taking care of you — a pure girl, oblivious to every kind of harm in this world thanks to both of your elder brothers.

Whenever Emma felt jealous when Mikey or Shin paid more attention to you, she would always remember how hard it would be for you to be in this situation — remembering how disheveled you were when they brought you to the hospital, no sign of life in your eyes.

"I love you, y'know that?"

"I love you, too, Emma."

You looked at her with a small smile, knowing how hard it was for her to speak her feelings out and appreciate this chance she took to tell you about her real feeling.

Sitting on your bed, you took Emma's hand in yours and gave it a light squeeze of reassurance, feeling that this whole situation was probably due to what happened during the festival.

You knew she had a soft heart — which was both her weakness and strength. She was the only one you could rely on whenever you needed a bit of moral support or shoulder to cry on, a sister who would never leave you alone during your darkest hour.

Slacking off in the lounge with ¾ of your lower body underneath warm kotatsu was for sure a privilege you would never be able to let go — especially during winter.

Grampa was making a grilled mochi and put two tangerines beside it on top of his small hibachi, enjoying a comedy sitcom with you that had been gaining some popularity lately.

"Brat."

"Yes, Gramps?"

Instead of his usual strict tone, Grampa called you in a tone that reminded you of a mother trying to soothe her crying baby — as if, there was something he hid away from you.

He took one of the tangerine and peeled it carefully with his calloused fingers, putting the peel inside his favourite tea as you ate the sweet orange in delight, carefully reading the fine lines between his brows and dark spots on his hands.

Instead of continuing his sentence, Grampa was silent for the next thirty minutes and opened his mouth after the show ended, turning off the TV then scooted closer to you.

"I'm sorry,"

"I failed to be a grandpa, I failed to protect you from all those bad people..."

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder tightly and even if he didn't show it, you knew he was worried this whole time and had a lot of things to take care of at the same time (especially after what happened to you) took a toll on his slowly fragile body.

Grampa kept getting old and staying in Shibuya was nothing but facing a life full of danger — it wasn't worth it, you know it yourself.

After a small talk and a bit of reassurance, Grampa thought it would be the best if you live away from here — of course, they would come once in a while to visit (which would happen a lot, he reckoned).

He had asked Shin beforehand to find you an apartment nearby your school, hoping these would be a perfect place for a new start for you once you entered the school year again.

After checking out a couple of promising candidates, you landed your choice on a newly built apartment complex that required you to walk only for twenty minutes to school.

"Apparently there's a market, too, nearby this complex and the station didn't take more than thirty minutes by walk."

You hummed in thought, looking at him after stating the reasons for why you chose this place and hoping he wouldn't be angry at it as a smile crept up to his lips.

He called for Shin right away, asking for him to help you pack up your belongings as your winter break would end soon in a few weeks, giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Brat, make sure to tell me if you don't feel uncomfortable there or wanna go back here, okay?"

You answered him with a small grin as Shin showed up at the front door — left hand holding a couple of empty boxes for you and right hand holding on a sellotape.

Even though Shin could get pretty annoying for you once in a while, you started to think about things you wouldn't be able to do with him anymore.

There'd be no more Shin taking you watching him working at S.S Motors or buying fresh peaches in the summertime — asking for an apology with a box of your favourite meal for breaking your favourite eyeshadow or sneaking out from house when it was 2 AM with Manjiro.

It would be a core memory that you would never forget — the big brother who was both caring and annoying, ready to burn the world for you.

"Shin..."

"Yes, kid?"

"How's life with the Black Dragon — are you still with them?"

Shin raised his head to see your eyes, there was a hint of both curiosity and doubt — he didn't know what made him unsure about you but he almost knew right away that it was a test ; to see if he was lying or not to you.

He couldn't tell you that he was still in the gang — actually, scratch that, he couldn't tell you he was still the head of Black Dragon. He already made a promise to you and started a better life, one with less fight and contributed a lot to the society.

"Heh, y'know, Waka and Benkei would drop by once in a while at the shop — telling me about how kids around wanna actually learn about one thing or two from them, making sure they'd make no mistakes or things that don't align with what we believe. Well, 'used to' for me."

He let out a small chuckle, making a smooth exit and succeeding in getting you off his back as he helped you fold your clothes carefully, fearing that he'd ruin the white lace on your favourite shirt or cute DIY chain you made with Emma as an accessory for your skirt or short.

The sky started to turn into a warm shade of blood orange while the last box was finally done before he moved it away, stacking it on top of another box and writing 'misc' on it.

"Kid, we're done here now. I'll have the truck take em over tomorrow."

He took out his phone, sending a quick message to Waka as you lay down on your bed, feeling exhausted with the excessive amount of your belongings.

Shin, who didn't like it whenever the table was incomplete, encouraged you to stay away while the dinner would be done in fifteen — though, he was pretty unsure, too, since Emma would be home late today.

"I'll cook tonight, how about that?"

"Uh, no, I still wanna be alive..."

"This brat!"

The dinner was finally cooked by Shin — much to your dismay.

He cooked around five packages of noodles, a bunch of chopped veggies and tomato before he added a mixture of egg a few minutes before he turned off the stove.

"Shin, is this edible?"

"Kid, do you not trust me?"

You looked at him with a pair of puppy eyes, trying to beg for him not to give you that and instead make a quick run to the store to buy your favourite lunchbox — alas, your look got mistranslated by the older guy as he gave you extra veggies and topping your bowl up with two onsen eggs and tempura.

"I thought you loved me, Shin."

"I gave you two onsen eggs."

"Meat?"

"Those are beef tempura."

You poked it with your chopsticks a few times before taking a bite, hoping the taste wouldn't ruin your taste buds as Shin looked like someone who could actually do that as a form of his favourite torture method.

After a while, you started to taste a savoury grease taste coating inside your mouth when the crunch melted on your tongue — a combination you never expected before that could be achieved by Sano Shinichiro.

At the other end of the table, Shinichiro watched you eat his cooking with a faint smile; feeling his efforts on joining cooking class for housewives these past few weeks were finally paid off the time your doubt turned into a smile.

Thanking Shin for his cooking, you began to collect the dirty dishes and told him and Grampa to go sleep as you would wait for Emma and Mikey until they returned from who knows.

After drying out your hands, you walked to the lounge and slid the door open partially; letting the cold crisp air enter as it hit your face, enough to keep you up before a slow, heavy step caught you off guard.

"Shin!"

You looked up as he offered you a small smile before draping a thick blanket over your shoulders and sitting inside the kotatsu with you; a box of his favourite cigarette and lighter from Waka were splattered over the table.

As if it had been expected to be like this, he took a puff before holding it over your face when he caught you staring at him smoking; looking like a deer caught in headlights as he placed your hand on your tight.

"Wanna try?"

"But, I don't, y'know."

You stuttered, earning a chuckle from him before he took the blanket off you and rested his cigs away, placing you on his lap before wrapping the two of you with the blanket back.

"It'll be easier like this."

He hooked his left arm around your waist to keep you close as he took his cigs back for you, not wasting any second before he told you how you were supposed to inhale it and then exhale it slowly while making sure the smoke wouldn't linger inside you too long or you'd cough.

Unfortunately, you weren't gifted in understanding him so the time he put it between your lips; you ended up coughing.

"As I thought, a baby isn't supposed to smoke."

He gave you a cheeky grin when you hit his chest for making fun of you as he looked at you with a half-lidded gaze; finding your lips started to look a bit too enticing for him.

The way you sat on his lap, getting all cosy and snuggly when the winter wind started to get too much for you; cheeks and nose getting red and cold as your hands covered them, hoping it would actually do something to them.

As the door was within his reach, Shin closed it almost right away and brushed your hair away, making sure you felt warmer now when he raised the temperature inside the kotatsu.

"I love you so much, Shin. Thank you for keeping me company here."

You looked at him with a small giggle, hiding it away as you knew Shin would follow you and exaggerate the laugh; only for him to actually return the smile, one that rarely he wore.

The room kept getting warmer despite the cold winter air and dark lounge, solely depending on the heater for some light as Shin cupped your cheek; drawing random shapes on it with his thumb as he got closer.

"I love you, too, kid."

As a rush of adrenaline began to pump up in your system, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer; deepening the kiss as both of you had taken the forbidden route, one both of you couldn't turn back from anymore.

The start of this misery was finally started when a certain faux blond saw his beloved siblings were kissing each other; a pair of star-crossed lovers who had broken the shackles and now cursed by the star to live in nothing but ill-fated throughout the time and space.

[bluepoodle7]

#TheAmazingDigitalCircus#TheRealAmazingDigitalCircusAngelPlush#AngelPlush #SupernaturalPlush #UniquePlushies #GlowInTheDarkPlush #DetachableHead #VelcroHands #GimmickPlush #CreativeGimmickPlush#MonsterPlush #Plushies #PlushPals

This is The Real Amazing Digital Circus Angel Plush and this is my first time owning legit merch from this series.

The Real Amazing Digital Circus Angel Plush was in the zipper locked like baggie and this was originally shipped in a white blank baggie with not logo details from Glitch with The Amazing Digital Circus on the packing but felt like a normal shipping bag.

This Angel plush feels smooth to the touch and I love the cool gimmicks this plush has.

This plush is more creative than most plushies I seen on the market next to the detachable Regular Guy hair gimmick that makes the Makeship John Doe plush bald.

This plush feels similar to the bald Makeship John Doe plush in texture like it's both soft and smooth.

This plush is firm and soft in texture when squeezed it feels soft.

This plush feels top heavy with the head on like all the weight is coming from the head but once the head is removed then the body seems lighter in weight.

I like that this plush has a spiral belly button which is pretty neat.

This plush's arms are long and have a velcro like patch to connect the hands together.

Also has Velcro on the neck area where it connects to the body.

The glow in the dark eyes are not as bright as the advertisements showed.

For a chibi Angel plush it's pretty cute and gives me Sonic Adventure Battle 2 chao animal vibes like you would find this little friend in the Pumpkin Hill stage hidden like the dragon or the phoenix that would revert the chao back to it's base form.

This plush is 14 inches from the top of the head to the foot.

For a one off or obscure character this plush is well made and gives me creative past toy vibes when toys used to do more than just sit around.

This plush's Bubble the character shaped hang tag on the back of it says Digital Circus in the original colorful font.

Angel in a white bubble font.

©Glitch Productions

finalfinalproject.com

All rights reserved. The Amazing Digital Circus and the Glitch Productions are trademarks or registered trademarks in Australia and /or other countries.

There is a picture of Caine from the amazing digital circus, the Glitch skull logo, and a little skull like animal mascot on a Microsoft paper icon.

DigitalCircus.store

Has a warning symbol in the front. WARNING! Choking Hazard.

May contain small parts.

This has a recycle symbol on it but I'm not sure if this hang tag means the tag or the plush is recyclable.

This plush only has a hang tag and no tush tag so if you remove the hang tag then the only thing that will make it a real plush is the removeable head gimmick this plush had.

This plush can't wear the hobby lobby and can wear the build a bear glasses but the build a bear toy glasses need to be fixed in a certain way so these won't fall off since this plush doesn't have ears.

This plush can wear the pet outfits and can wear John Doe's removeable hair.

And I took pictures of the Makeship John Doe plush with the headless Angel plush that it's like the bald head of this plush.

This Amazing Digital Circus episode gave me Illbleed vibes by the tone of the fighting side of the episode and Undertale in the pacifist mode.

This is a cute, cool and creative plush while also being my first Angel plush.

I took a ton of pictures of this plush with the Makeship John Doe plush and this plush wearing the pet outfits.

If I see the bootleg or unbranded Angel plush I would love to review later to see the differences between them.

#Bootleg Angel Plush – @bluepoodle7 on Tumblr

[bough-25]

A visit gone wrong

Written by @2blueberrylover2 (thank u so much)

Bough smiled at Sabrina and Rozar as they ran around him and his husband, Alloy ‘Ram’ Thorns.

They were currently in Pop Village for a visit, as the twins wanted to learn more about pop culture and history so they could learn more about their Da’s family.

Ever since they learned that they were fifty percent Pop Troll (the other percentage being twenty-five percent Rock Troll and twenty-five percent Heavy Metal Troll), they have been begging to come for a visit.

They were currently walking through the market as the twins checked out everything around them; Rozar had his precious longhorn cow plushie ‘Ted’ clutched in his arms tightly as his tail wagged excitedly behind him.

Sabrina held her twin's other hand tightly as they went, making sure they didn’t get separated. She was the older sister (five seconds is still five seconds), so she had to make sure that nothing hurt her baby brother.

Thorns grinned as he watched the twins, “Don’t go too far!” he shouted.

“We won’t!”

Thorns and Bough gave each other a knowing look as they made their way over to look at a stall that had piqued their interest, allowing the twins to do their own thing.

Sabrina grinned as they ran around. They were finally in Pop Village! She made sure to keep her brother close to her, knowing that almost anything could and would scare him. Her pinkish-purple canines were on full display due to her grin, indicating that they were Pop Trolls, even if only half.

Rozar’s own canines were beautiful cherry red and Sabrina was definitely jealous of them sometimes. They were just so bright and pretty!

She felt her brother squeeze her hand twice to get her attention. Slowing to a stop, she turned to look at him, and he clicked at her a couple of times before pointing out a booth ahead of them.

Nodding her head, she turned to look at the booth and saw that it was full of different kinds of crystals and rocks.

Minty eyes shone brightly in excitement, and her tail moved full speed behind her; she squealed loudly in excitement before running towards it, dragging Rozar with her. She could hear him let out a sort of whine as he was dragged along, though he didn’t stop her, so she kept going.

Arriving at the booth, they looked at all the different crystals and rocks excitedly, both of their tails going a mile a minute as they looked.

After a few minutes, Rozar poked his sister's arm and signed to her. Sabrina turned her attention to her brother to and nodded along with his signs. Once he finished, he held up the crystal he had been talking about.

She gasped in excitement at the raw teal fluorite cluster in his hand.

Taking the cluster from his hands, she looked it over excitedly. She was purchasing this cluster today.

They continued to look for a little longer, and they found a few more crystals that they liked, including a small Hercynite for her collection, a large Ammonite for Rozar to carve, and two small haüynites, one a pink-ish red and one blue for their Pa and Da.

They had made sure to bring different crystals and stones for trading, so when Sabrina talked to the trader, they had agreed to 12 crystals in exchange for the four they chose, extra due to the size of the ammonite and the rarity of the hercynite.

They ended up giving the trader a rose quartz, a blue lapis, a jasper, an aquamarine, an amethyst, a jade, a hematite, an amber calcite, a quartz, a malachite, a tiger's eye, and lastly an emerald. Sabrina had a feeling that the trader was more excited about all the different crystals they got than what they sold.

Grinning at Rozar excitedly, they put their purchases in their hair and started making their way back to their Da and Pa.

They were stopped, however, when a random Pop Troll randomly grabbed onto Rozar’s arm. Whimpering loudly, Rozar tried to pull his arm out of the grip; however, the stranger would not let go.

Hearing her brother whimper, Sabrina’s head immediately whipped around to look at the random troll. Her hair and tail immediately puffed up in defense as she began growling.

“HEY! Let go of him!”

When the troll still didn’t release his arm, Sabrina moved forward quickly and bit the troll's arm hard.

The Pop Troll screamed out, letting go of Rozar and clutching his arm in pain.

The scream gained the attention of all the trolls around them, making Sabrina and Rozar freeze up.

- With Bough and Thorns -

While they had been looking at one of the stalls, Queen Poppy and Princess Viva had come over and started talking to them, asking how things are going over in Heavy Metal territory.

As they stood their and talked they could hear the trolls around them shouting and running farther into the market. They looked at each other in confusion until they heard someone mention that one of them was holding a cow plush with long horns.

Neither wasted another second before taking off on all fours to find their twins, Poppy and Viva running behind them, though much slower than themselves.

As they came up on the kids, they saw a Pop Troll off to the side, screaming at the twins while clutching their bleeding (and… bitten?) arm, while the twins stood of to another side, huddled together with Sabrina infront of Rozar.

Thorns went to the children and wrapped them in his arms, holding them tightly to his chest, while Bough jumped in between the children and the Pop Troll, still on all fours, and roared at the troll. Shutting them up, though his glowing red eyes definitely helped with that as well.

Bough’s hair was puffed up protectively as he stood between them all. He stayed on all fours until Poppy and Viva showed up and then immediately moved towards his husband and children.

At some point, unnoticed by Thorns and Bough, Frontier and JD had also made an appearance, standing on the edge of the different trolls around them.

Poppy had quickly made her way over to the bleeding Pop Troll, trying to difuse the situation and talk with them, however, they just continued to yell and scream about the children.

Viva looked like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what to say.

Thankfully, JD and Frontier decided to step forward at that point.

“That’s ENOUGH!” shouted JD, gaining the attention of everyone around him and shutting up the screaming Pop Troll. “Now unless you are one of the three trolls affected, you all need to FUCK OFF!”

This caused many to immediately run away from the scene, those who stayed didn’t last much longer when Frontier let out a loud and deep growl.

JD smirked at his… friend(?), yeah friend. He then turned to the remaining six trolls in front of him.

“Now, Viva, why don’t you go ahead and take this troll to see Dr. Moonbloom and get their story while we help out Poppy here.”

Relieved to have something to do, Viva nodded quickly before moving forward and scooping up the troll before running off.

JD chuckled at the hyperactive troll before turning to his youngest brother and his family.

Poppy made her way over as well. “Thank you, JD.” She turned back to Bough, Thorns, and the twins. “Are they okay?”

Bough still seemed to be too much on edge to give a response, so Thorns answered instead after checking on both of them.

“Yes, they’ll be okay.”

Poppy smiled in relief, knowing the twins would never cause trouble like that troll had been trying to say they were.

“Great! Now then, how about some ice cream? My treat and I have your chili flakes to add on top!” she singsonged at the end.

This caused both children's ears to perk up in excitement, nodding their heads and staring at their Da with puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go get some ice cream.”