#elephant with heart plushie

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Elephant Nana Heart Magnet: Decorate Your Fridge with Grandma's Love

A "Cute Elephant Nana Heart" design combines several endearing elements to create a heartwarming and charming image. This concept likely features a lovable elephant character, often depicted in a cartoonish or stylized manner to enhance its cute appeal. The elephant may be portrayed with exaggerated features such as large, expressive eyes, a cheerful smile, and perhaps oversized ears that add to its adorable appearance.

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The "Nana" aspect of the design suggests a grandmotherly theme, possibly showing the elephant wearing accessories associated with a beloved grandmother, such as reading glasses perched on its trunk or a cozy shawl draped over its back. This element adds a touch of warmth and familiarity to the image.

The heart component could be incorporated in various ways. It might be a heart-shaped design element surrounding the elephant, or the elephant itself could be forming a heart shape with its trunk. Alternatively, the elephant might be holding or presenting a heart, symbolizing love and affection.

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This combination of a cute elephant, grandmotherly charm, and heart imagery creates a design that resonates with feelings of family love, nurturing, and tenderness. It's a concept that would likely appeal to those looking for a sweet and sentimental representation of familial bonds, particularly celebrating the special relationship between grandchildren and their grandmothers.

Autism Awareness Month, observed annually in April, is associated with a distinctive color palette that symbolizes neurodiversity and support for individuals on the autism spectrum. The primary color is blue, which has become widely recognized as the official hue for autism awareness.

However, the color scheme has expanded to include a vibrant rainbow of colors, reflecting the diverse nature of autism spectrum disorders. This spectrum often includes:

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Blue: The traditional autism awareness color

Red: Representing energy and strength

Yellow: Symbolizing hope and positivity

Purple: Signifying dignity and pride

Green: Representing growth and new beginnings

Orange: Symbolizing acceptance and inclusion

These colors are often used in puzzle piece designs, ribbons, and various awareness materials. The multicolored approach aims to celebrate the uniqueness of each individual with autism and promote understanding of the wide range of experiences within the autism community.

An Autism Puzzle Sign typically features the iconic puzzle piece symbol associated with autism awareness. This design often incorporates vibrant colors, particularly shades of blue, which is the traditional color for autism awareness. The puzzle piece represents the complexity of autism spectrum disorder and the diversity of individuals affected by it.

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These signs are commonly used during Autism Awareness Month in April, at fundraising events, or in educational settings. They may include slogans promoting understanding and acceptance, such as "Embrace Differences" or "Autism Awareness." While popular, it's worth noting that some advocates prefer alternative symbols, viewing the puzzle piece as outdated.

[heckyeahponyscans]

imo some of these hit better than others (the monkey looks odd) but mostly I'm just glad to see that the WHOLE set of Care Bear Cousins is getting made. Even the pig!

I think this is another Chinese exclusive set, but might be Thailand. (Or both.)

[the-pikachu-hat]

FINALLY got my hands on the glow in the dark Lotsa Heart Elephant. I now have all the glow bears...well except grumpy colored bedtime bear but that one is an exception. I need to save money these next couple months so posts may be slower. Thank you to those who like and share my posts. It means a lot :)

[stimsbyme]

Julep & Tender Stimboard

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I know it looks weird and random but since they're both fairytale looking I thought that making a mix of those franchises would've been legit and cute.

[timmydraker]

Tim who does crochet.

It’s Dick who is given the first gift, long before Tim is Robin and even before he knows who Robin is.

It was simply because he was a kind kid who had been there to witness something horrible and wanted to comfort the poor boy he saw sobbing off two lost loved ones.

Little Tim walked up to Dick with the crochet elephant that was admittedly a little funky looking and held it up to him without making eye contact. He had hidden the small plushie from his parents lest they disapprove of his hobby, just like they did with drawing and skating.

Dick had beamed happily and held onto the toy, saying it was so cute and how Tim should be so happy to have it.

Tim had frowned and shook his head, “It’s for you, Mister Grayson. It’s Tifa.”

Never had Tim seen someone so in awe of his creation as he did in that moment and it made him beam just like Dick had been.

Once Dick took the little elephant into his hands Tim had bolted away.

Bruce was next, being gifted a big fluffy jumper on his first birthday after loosing Jason. It was a soft, light green with too long sleeves that went over his ass. It was big, far too big, and thick enough that it might even be too hot in autumn.

He didn’t wear it for a while, mainly because he ignored the big wrapped present Tim had left in his room out of guilt and shame and even a little frustration.

When he opened it up he put it on and promptly broke down, finding the feeling more similar to a hug than he thought something non-hug could get.

He wore it in front of Tim once to show he appreciated it and then wore it whenever he was injured.

Steph got a few things, mainly tops and one big blanket that he gave her after they reconnected when she came back. It had been his way of saying he forgave her and wanted to be her friend again without using words.

Cass got a big poncho with a hood that was rainbow, bright and loud while still capable of hiding her when she felt she couldn’t be seen.

It took a long time for him to make Jason anything after he came back. When he did, him and Tim avoided each other for over a year until Tim overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about how sad it was to not see his two bright boys getting along.

Alfred had been pouring tea with the pot he made a kettle warmer snug with Lilly of the Vally on it when he said it.

So, Tim had searched through his old photos of Jason’s Robin and made himself recall those old ideals and awe. He made himself remember what Jason also had ripped from him and, while it wouldn’t change or excuse how Jason had brutalised him, it made him understand him more.

He decided that instead of joining to Jason and having a heart to heart, that he should do what all bats did and start off without saying a thing.

He makes Jason a blanket that took him over a month of a floral book cover of Jane Ire.

Tim was relived when it was done and simply left it laid out on Jason’s bed in his latest hideout with a note that said,

“I know little about Jane Ire, maybe you could tell me about it sometime?

~ Tim. D.”

Jason had sent him a text a day later to say he could send him a copy with his annotations if he wanted.

It wasn’t long after Tim had read the book, taking twice as long with all the notes Jason had left in it, that he was then left to make something for Damian.

Naturally, he didn’t want to at first.

Also naturally, he got bored and wanted to make another animal after seeing Tifa again. She was cute, but a little munted with age.

He took one look at Titus and promptly made a plan to create him with crochet. He wanted to give it to Bruce after he was done, but he’s only an asshole when he finds it entertaining.

At heart, he’s a kind boy, so he gives it to Damian.

When he gets an actual, verbal thank you from the new Robin, he makes Alfred the Cat and Ace, then finally Bat-cow and Goliath.

The best thing he’s made, according to Duke, is Signals first ever fan made merch that he wears nearly all the time.

Kate says that wrong because the leg warmers he made for winter patrols have apparently saved her life.

Salina would say it’s actually the cat pawed mittens he made her when he was twelve and never told Bruce about.

[whateveriwant]

The 141 holding their baby for the first time

Can be read as a part 2 to this

Price

This man is so eager to hold his child for the first time, he almost doesn't wait for the nurses to clean him off first. So what if his son is covered in all sorts of blood and gunk? John has dealt with a lot worse before, trust him

So when he has to wait for the little one to be cleaned and then weighed and then dressed first, John almost steams from his ears he's so frustrated

Oh but the moment his child is finally placed in his arms, he just absolutely melts. Goes from a menacing grizzly bear to a harmless stuffed plushie in two seconds flat

With one hand supporting his bottom and the other curving along his back, John gently holds his son for the very first time. As he looks at the boy in his arms – his eyes, his lips, his little button nose – John feels a tickle behind his eyes, and he's quick to blink the tears away before they can form

He sniffs back his emotions and caresses the top of your son's head. “Hairy little bloke, ain't he?” he jokes, referring to the full head of hair the tyke's already been blessed with

Well, what does he expect when he has a werewolf for a father? Your jest gets John to chuckle lowly, muttering to the boy, “Just like your daddy, eh?”

He places the baby against the crook of his neck and softly pats him on the back, bouncing up and down ever so slightly. And when his son lets out a great big burp, John and you share a laugh. “Yeah, just like your daddy.”

Ghost

One thing Simon prides himself on is his sense of humility – knowing when his services are needed and when they aren't. In this instance, as the nurses flit around with his son, he knows it's the latter situation, so he waits patiently off to the side as he lets them work

Though he's sidelined, Simon watches like a hawk as his little boy moves about the room. Every hand-off, every measurement taken, it's all done under the careful eye of his father

But despite how cool he may appear on the outside, inside his heart is pounding, and that only increases as a nurse finally approaches him with his child in her hands

Simon goes to take the baby from her, stretching his arms out, but before the transfer is made, he remembers something. Quickly, he reaches up and strips the cloth mask from his face. He knows the little one doesn't have good eyesight yet, but first impressions and all that, right?

With the utmost caution, Simon takes his son into his arms, putting him in the crook of his elbow like a rugby player holding a ball. He feels like a giant as he holds the tiny boy against him. Like an ant compared to an elephant, he thinks to himself

Despite his size though, Simon is so delicate with his son, treating him like he's made of glass. He tucks him more firmly against his chest, and as the little one naturally snuggles closer, Simon can't help the smile it brings to his face

Rocking back and forth slightly, Simon tries to lull the boy to sleep. Unfortunately, his little cheek rubbing against Simon's chest has the opposite effect, and he begins to mouth at his pec, having accidentally triggered his rooting reflex

“Oh, he's…,” Simon mutters awkwardly, realizing what he's just done. He hears you giggle from your spot on your bed, and that makes him chuckle to himself. “Think he's hungry,” he says before handing the baby over to you

Gaz

From the moment Kyle laid eyes on his son, it was love at first sight. Even though he was filthy, wrinkly, and had a conehead to end all coneheads, Kyle was immediately smitten with the boy the moment he first saw him

He carefully trails after the nurses as they go about cleaning him/taking his measurements, not wanting to get in the way but wanting to stay close

Despite his watchfulness, however, when his son is finally offered to him, Kyle immediately freezes. His arms feel like they're locked down by his sides, like there's some kind of invisible force preventing him from reaching out and taking him

Though he's been preparing for this moment for months, when it's finally time to do it, he finds that he's scared. Scared to hurt him, to drop him, to do something wrong. He has to take a deep breath as he plucks up the courage, then has the nurse hand over his son

And the second the boy is placed in Kyle's arms, the tears he hadn't managed to shed during the delivery start streaming anew. “H-Hi, baby. Hi,” Kyle sobs, masterfully holding his son in one hand as he uses the other to wipe his tears away. “I'm your daddy.”

Though there's still a flurry of activity going on around them, it's like time seems to slow as Kyle admires the little boy in his arms. He leans in to press a soft kiss to the top of his son's head, holding his lips there as he inhales that sweet scent emanating from him

When he finally pulls back, he brushes another tear away, flashing a bright smile as he chuckles wetly to himself. Yep, he's in love alright. Truly, deeply in love

Soap

Johnny feels sluggish as he slowly wakes back up. It takes some effort for him to peel his eyes open, and when he does, he then groggily takes in his surroundings

He's slumped in some stiff hospital chair. Why? Oh, wait. He thinks he remembers. He was here to watch the birth of his first child, but the last thing he remembers was seeing a whole lot of red, and then everything went black

Johnny looks around the room for a moment until he realizes you're sitting in the bed across from him. He stands with a grunt, rubbing his forehead as he walks over to you. “What'd I miss?” he asks as approaches your bed

He notices something in your arms, but it's not until he gets close that he realizes what exactly. That isn't just any little bundle in your arms. That's your son you're holding

He finds he's frozen to his spot as you answer his question. Other than the birth? Not much. Just the first feeding… and the first burping… and the first swaddling

Johnny's lip threatens to tremble as he listens to you list off all the things he missed because he'd passed out. But when you ask in he wants to hold his son, all that sorrow immediately vanishes

Now, Johnny's held a lot of babies in his years (it comes with being part of the MacTavish clan), but there's something different this time as you pass the little boy to him. As Johnny looks at the baby in his arms – his baby – he realizes this is the most perfect, most beautiful, most amazing, angelic, awe-inspiringly wonderful–

There's the sound of a small whine followed quickly by a loud squish, and suddenly, the bum cradled in his hands feels about 2x heavier. The realization hits you before it does Johnny, and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you

Congrats, daddy-o! Looks like he woke up just in time for the first nappy change

[nyasbae]

Childish

pairings: edward cullen x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend finally finds out about your childish secret.

warnings: none

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The two of you were such an unlikely pair; he was dark and vampiric (literally), while you were naïve and childish – searching for the good in everyone. Neither of your friends would’ve ever thought of or even considered you guys together. You weren’t overly emotional and you still acted your age, you just viewed the world a little differently. However, due to this he didn’t exactly know just how different you were until visited your house for the first time, to help you with an assignment.

You were busy tidying up all the clutter in your bedroom, and shoving a pile of clothing under your bed when Edward suddenly knocked on your window, startling you. You turned to the source of vibrations, eyes locking with the ones of your boyfriend.

You zoned out for a short moment, before snapping back to reality at the realization that all of your plushies were still scattered everywhere from your bed to the top of your wardrobe. Immediately shutting the curtains as you scrambled to pick everything up and hide everything. As you did, you didn’t miss the smirk forming itself on your face.

Just as you were about to pick up your favorite stuffed toy “Sunny”, (which was a grey elephant with Dumbo-like-ears) Edward beat you to it. As he carefully inspected it, you found a suddenly found the floor patterns very interesting. “Listen, they’re not mine–!” You pleaded, timidly lifting your head to meet his gaze. Though, you were met with surprise at his expression.

He was smiling – grinning, in fact. His teasing smile fit perfectly with his squinting blue eyes, you thought. The glimpse in his eyes stunned you, and you could no longer move as your body wanted you to. He spoke up, “Sunny, huh?”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he chuckled.

“I can read thoughts, remember?”

“Babe, I told you not to read my thoughts anymore!” You wined, stomping your foot as you snatched the plushie away from him. You sat down on the bed, facing away from him, huffing. You acted out of awkwardness in situations like this as you never really knew how to handle them.

Edward pulled you out of your thoughts and into his arms, the two of you positioned leaning against the bed frame. He kissed your cheek plenty times as his ice cold, firm hands came in contact with your chest. The way he did it was nowhere near sexual, he simply enjoyed being able to keep up with your heartbeat. “you’re adorable, you know?” He started as he played around with the elephant, holding it by its giant ears. “Is this one your favorite?” He asked you in a baby voice.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You laughed, “it’s not like I’m a baby or anything – I just like having these plushies, it’s nostalgic”. Although Edward couldn’t read your emotions, he practically sensed the way your heart fell.

“Hey, hey! You know I didn’t mean it like that!” His voice was soft, even when he raised it. “I get it, I still hold onto my first prom suit from the 1900s”.

“Did you even have prom back then? You giggled into his chest. “Sort of, I guess it was more like a ball”

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

The Second Floor

SNF's Domain

George and Sapnap do not live on the first floor with Dream, and they instead live upstairs! Their area features 8 rooms:

The Ping-Pong Table Room

George's Office

George's Bathroom

George's Bedroom

SNF's Hallway

Sapnap's Room

Sapnap's Bathroom

Sapnap's Office

The Ping-Pong Table Room

Right up the stairs is the iconic ping-pong table room! It features, of course, a ping-pong table, which has caused many fights in the Dream Team house (as told by Sapnap). It features yet another Christmas tree, as well as many sitting areas.

The Ping-Pong Table Room is adjacent to the Guest Wing, George's office, and the Fan Room.

The Fan Room

A testament to their success, the fan room is right next to the Ping-Pong Table room, so they can always come up here and see the huge impact they've had.

It's covered head-to-toe with artwork, letters, plushies, and more! It's lovely to see that the Dream Team adore their fans as much as we adore them.

George's Office

Our favorite vlogger, George's office (and area) is at the top of the stars! It's still cluttered, but he's been slowly decorating it over the past two years.

In his most recent stream with Sapnap, fans noticed the new shelf containing all his trophies (and quartz elephants!).

George's Bathroom

George's bathroom is a typical full-bath, with a nice shower, tice toilet, and sinks. All his towels are black (typical for the Dream Team), and there isn't any art on the walls.

However, in the recent "Titan vs. 20 Hiders" video, some may have noticed that George's toothbrush is blue! Which tracks since it's his favorite color :D

George's Bedroom

George's bedroom is a bit smaller than Dream's, but that's the way he likes it! He has the only bed in the house without a headboard, and he still has the blackout curtains from the "I Met Dream" video.

George's room has an air purifier and is vacuumed often because he's allergic to the cats :( but he still lives in Florida because he loves his friends.

SNF's Hallway

There's not much to say other than it's a hallway. There's a bunch of cat toys, Milo and Naomi's bowls, a shelf, and more.

Sapnap's Room

Sapnap's room is right next to George's! I can't even imagine the fights that happen because of noise complaints askdnckanscdk.

He also has a TV and has a small closet, unlike George.

And, in my opinion, it's the most tastefully decorated bedroom.

Sapnap's Bathroom

And then, there's Sapnap's bathroom.

It has the litter box for the kitties as well as the usual stuff for a full-bath.

It's rather cramped as a space, but if Sapnap likes it, that's his prerogative.

Sapnap's Office

Now Sapnap's office is awesome! Ever since he's remodeled it, it's been absolutely cozy and comfortable.

He even has a little panda on the couch IRL! We couldn't simulate it in the Sims, so we put a little bear with a heart :D

The Guest Wing

The Guest Wing is entered via the Ping-Pong Table room, and it has 10 rooms:

Four bedrooms

Four bathrooms

Laundry Room

Hallway

We will not show every single room since that would be redundant, but here are some screenshots below:

You will find creators like Awesamdude, Skeppy, and BadBoyHalo residing here :)

You can find the first floor layout here

[whataboutthefish]

An Independent Leliphant

When Eddie wakes up and can't hear Steve's usual bustle he goes in search of his little Leliphant.

Tags - Little age-re Steve and Caregiver Eddie, slice of life Word count - 1.3k

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Eddie woke late, it was unusual for him to sleep through when Steve was an early riser. He was also absolutely terrible at being quiet. Eddie knew how hard he tried, it was a joke between them now. No matter how hard he tried Steve was a noisy, fumbling, uncoordinated mess. 

Outside of their mostly quiet home the world saw Steve as some sporty preppy athlete, whereas Eddie saw his little elephant. He didn’t mind getting up early, not really, Steve made the best coffee and if Eddie fluttered his eyelashes just right Steve would make waffles with a ridiculous amount of syrup and the crispiest bacon. 

Going down the stairs Eddie had his ears pricked, there was none of the usual shuffling, bumping and clashing of a Steve in the kitchen. All he could hear was the tv on very low in the den so he followed the sounds. 

Steve was laying on his tummy, legs kicked up watching cartoons. There was a mostly empty tray of oreos beside him and a little puddle of milk beside a knocked over glass. 

Eddie smiled seeing his little one and crouched down, “Hey little Leliphant, whatcha doing?” 

Steve hadn’t been able to get his mouth around elephant so Steve became his little Leliphant.

“Daddy!” Steve squealed, rolling over and launching himself into Eddie’s arms, knocking them both backwards. 

Eddie laughed, Steve was so soft like this, all that pressure he put on himself just melted away. His whole body seemed to change, he was less certain on his feet, held hands with Eddie to keep himself balanced. If Eddie wasn’t paying attention most things made their way into his mouth, and just about the cutest thing- in Eddie’s humble opinion- was when Steve was busy he dribbled a little. Steve got grumpy when he was tired, had thrown down more than one tantrum during their time but Eddie didn’t mind. His baby needed it and Eddie prided himself on being a very good daddy. 

“Come on, Mr. Leliphant, let's go get some breakfast,” he looked back at the oreos, knowing full well they were unopened when they went to bed. “Perhaps something unprocessed.” 

Steve just giggled and started to push himself up off the floor. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Daddy, don’t forget Kevin.” 

Eddie looked around finding the huge elephant plushie hiding behind the sofa and scooped him up. 

Steve had wanted to call the plush Leliphant, but Eddie vetoed declaring he could only handle one elephant at a time. So Steve named him Kevin. Eddie’s eyebrows had raised but then his baby giggled, his eyes scrunching up as he nearly toppled over holding Kevin tight to his chest. 

With Kevin in tow they went up to the kitchen, Steve holding Eddie’s hand with one and Leliphant’s nose in the other. “You didn’t wake Daddy up this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie said, watching as Steve’s tongue slipped out the side of his mouth as he came up with an answer. 

“No, cus I’m a big boy. You saided so” 

Dammit.  Eddie couldn’t even be mad when Steve got so little he spoke in the most adorable way ever. 

He shook his head trying to overcome the cute in order to give Steve a gentle reminder. It was true he’d told Steve he was a big boy last time he’d dropped. Steve had asked to use the toilet without prompting which was something they were working on. 

He sighed and smiled, “I know I did, Leliphant. You are a big boy, but big boys still need to wake their daddy when they get up. How else are you gonna get pancakes?” 

Steve perked up a little at that, “With choccy chips?” 

“Sorry my little Leliphant. I think you’ve had enough chocolate for the next week.” Eddie said and kissed the pout off Steve’s lips.

Steve sighed and leaned heavily into Eddie's side. His heart always felt like it might burst when Steve took what he needed to feel small. Steve tucked Kevin under his chin, side by side with Eddie bouncing a little as they walked through the slim door. HIs baby had suddenly become very needy and Eddie wasn’t sure if he was feeling bad about not waking his daddy up or he was feeling sorry for himself because he couldn’t have choccy chip pancakes. 

He always laughed the day after Steve had been little. If Eddie told him he wasn’t allowed something, Steve would find some way to have it the next day. Tomorrow he was sure to be served pancakes for breakfast, some yummy fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the tell tale signs of melted chocolate on a plate in front of Steve. His baby never forgot anything and boy could he hold a grudge. 

Steve shifted from Eddie’s side and watched Eddie walk around the island to start heating the pan up.  No sooner had Eddie turned the hotplate on than he saw Steve bouncing foot to foot. His hand was grabbing his crotch and his face was flushed pink. 

“Do you need to go to the toilet, baby?” Eddie couldn’t help the smile when Steve’s eyes went owlish like Eddie could read his mind before even Steve could. He nodded quickly, sucking his lip between his teeth with a look of panic on his face. 

Eddie ushered him into the downstairs bathroom and towards the toilet. “Does my Leliphant need help? He asked gently. 

Steve shook his head a little “nu uh I got it, Daddy”  he declared, his tongue snuck out the side of his mouth as he fumbled with his pants. 

Eddie turned away so Steve could feel independant, “I’ll be just outside, Leliphant” 

Eddie started to whistle a nursery rhyme and a few seconds later he heard Steve peeing, his poor baby was a little bladder shy. It was just another part of what made his teeth ache from how sweet Steve was. 

Eddie needed to gently guide Steve back to the basin to wash his hands. 

“Help dry them, Daddy,” Steve asked. He smiled up at Eddie, those bambi eyes killing him every time. Of course he was going to help Steve 

“Here you go, baby. In between the fingies too.” Steve started to giggle  “And don’t forget your,” Eddie wiggled the towel in front of Steve's face, “nose!” his hand moving quickly and rubbing all over his face eliciting the most adorable squeals. 

“Let's get you dressed, baby.” Eddie said, his hand fell to the small of Steve’s back and led him up the stairs to their nursery. 

“Then pancakes?” Steve murmured, slipping his first two  fingers into his mouth

Eddie felt a little bit bad but that was toddler manipulation for you. “Yes, baby, then pancakes” 

Steve toddled out of the nursery in footed pajamas, sinking even deeper into his headspace. Steve’s fingers slipped in his mouth and his doe eyes got even rounder than Eddie could ever think possible. He slipped his arm around Steve’s middle helping him down the stairs, as he gurgled happily to himself. 

Eddie set Steve up at the table with paper and crayons so he could start cooking. It was times like these when Eddie was able to watch his little elephant be happy and safe, that he felt so honored to be there. Steve shared this big part of his life, opened up the most vulnerable part of himself and had chosen Eddie. 

What they had wasn't conventional, but that didn’t matter, because it worked for them. Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way.

[archangeldyke-all]

Ok listen LISTEN

I have so many plushies like I have an entire corner of my room dedicated to them. My question to you, lovely, is what would Sevika's initial reaction be? Seeing a ton of plushies piled up in a corner.

Elephants are my favorite plushies and I collect them so the majority of the pile is just elephants with names that all start with E LMAO

thats SO cute okay listen.

men and minors dni

at first she'd be a total hater. it's sevika, she's gotta keep up her tough girl act. i'm picturing it like: you guys are making out and you invite her to your room to take things a little farther (wink wink.) she's eagerly following behind you as you guide her to your room, hands fondling you wherever she can reach, distracting you to the point where it takes you two or three tries to open your door.

you manage to swing open the door eventually, dragging her to your bed, only for her to pause halfway through your room. you turn around to see what's got her frozen, and see her eyeing the plushie corner. you huff.

"don't be rude." you say, already knowing your girlfriend's cooking up some kind of half hearted tease. she turns to you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"those your friends?" she asks. you scoff.

"as a matter of fact, yes. not like you'd know anything about having friends." you spit back. she rolls her eyes and chuckles, but leaves it at that, much more interested in you than your plushies at the moment.

it doesn't mean that's the last you'll hear about it tho.

sometimes she'll stop in the middle of sex to look over her shoulder at the pile of plushies. "it's like they're watching us. fucking perverts."

sometimes to piss you off she'll plop herself down right in the middle of the pile. "you're squishing them!" you complain. she just rolls her eyes and pulls you down to join her for cuddles in the surprisingly soft pile of animals.

after enough time together, she knows all the names for your elephants-- but she refuses to use the proper names.

"quit sitting on top of eileen!"

"eggo is fine. she's a comfy cushion."

or

"babe can you pass me ellis?"

"here's edgar." she'd say, passing you the correct plushy.

she just does it to get a rise out of you.

she won't admit it out loud, but you can tell she thinks the pile is cute. you've caught her straightening out a plushy that's fallen over a few times. on the rare occasion that she's sleeping in your bed without you beside her, she'll use your biggest plushie to cuddle with. you have a picture of it on your phone you're saving in case you ever need to blackmail her.

[brown-little-robin]

heart-unlocket flour-sifter plushie-seams (<- !!!) caramel-syrup chamomile-apple chamomile-teabag white-clover blue-elephant-plushie clown-mailman (<- wait clown is usually derogatory. sits sadly for a minute, mourning.) mailman-figurine a4-printer-paper ummm

flower-spoon poetry-third-edition bedroom-pdf postcards-box thrifted-locket teaspoon-sugar worn-boots little-knickknacks stir-until-lumpy (<- getting silly) bedroom-doorknob household-objects

put-me-in-your-cupboard :]

[that1garrulousfan]

This is that self-indulgent AU-

I was heavily inspired to make this into a written form by @doodledoesthing3 , @ninjablasterzx , @daydreamer36 and @guppieishere .

Also one last thing to clear up possible confusion, since I’m so indecisive, HyperHumor has a different backstory in every AU she’s in to specifically fit the context/plot. So this is fresh outta the oven, baby! :]

Sorry if it’s cringe, I haven’t written in a while!

23 minutes.

HyperHumor was created for the sole purpose of being a close friend of the Bubba Bubbaphant character in the Smiling Critters series produced by PlayTime Co., celebrating the new collection of colorful, scented plushies.

They didn’t have to know each other; it was automatic. With no need to understand or know her own identity, or anyone else’s, all she had to do was exist and play her role.

Her first and only appearance took place on the fourth episode, “The Spotlight Shuffle” where she’d reunite with her pachyderm pal and ask him if he’d like to perform with her on a big stand up, which causes him to spend more time with her over his friend group in the process, leaving them to worry if he considers her over them.

23 minutes.

“It’ll be alright. And I can visit you whenever!” Hyper chirped with a bright smile, holding her friend’s hooves. Bubba smiled back in response, “Mhm. And we’ll be here once you do.”

And it was over. All wrapped in a pretty little bow and done with.

She spent the next five years in isolation and silence.

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She couldn’t feel anything at first. Her eyes were open, but she couldn’t piece where she was. Her ears barely picking up a single wave of coherent sound. Not that she knew what it would be anyway. There’s only so much one can remember from 23 minutes. A few measures of music, bits of scripted lines, a handful of colors, the elephant’s name for sure…

Hyper shuffled on the ground, struggling to stand up without falling back down. It was weird. Her body felt numb, yet everything hurt. Another thing she wasn’t used to. Back in the cartoon, her home, pain was exceptionally temporary and minor, but here, every waking moment was agonizing.

She felt as if an unbearable weight was keeping her in place although she was certain nothing was near her. Weird. She thought.

Which was weird as well! It’s been so long since she’s even heard her own “voice”. Or thought. Let alone for herself. Everything was usually predetermined to be true and that was who she was. Whatever the creators wanted her to be.

Did she even have control of herself? Are these thoughts even her own?

Every move, every word, every problem, every solution was written and planned. And she was aware of it!

Was this planned too?

Why is she thinking like this then?

Hyper couldn’t recall walking towards the door, she simply found herself there, her hand pressed against the wall that she couldn’t even feel. Her senses were disconnected. Was she… standing? Probably? Maybe? She should be, right? How else could she have gotten there?

And why did her head hurt so much? The constant throbbing sensation made her want to tear her way through her fur and rip her brain out of her skull. Her vision was blurry, everything around her was seemingly fading away into the darkness.

None of it made sense.

What is this place?

Why was she here?

Why does she feel this way?

Her heart rapidly pounded in her chest, her breaths were shallow and uneven, as if daggers were stabbing into her lungs.

She rubbed her temples with her fingers in slow motions, humming something to herself, too tired to form any actual words of consolation.

The more time she spent trying to calm down, the more time she spent fantasizing about being back home. A place she could hardly remember all on its own.

Thinking of things that brought her comfort, helped her forget about the distress she was in in order to stay calm. However, this was always seen as “problematic” according to the creators. They believed that behavior would cause the children to develop unhealthy ways of coping and destroy their mental health. Not that it mattered anymore, right?

It’s not like they can read her mind anyways.

She took slow, deep breaths.

Home.

Home was nice.

Her ears rang, a loud sizzling, high-pitched noise.

They were punishing her for her sinful act.

The walls bore nice messages.

Were there pictures?

Her breathing quickened and heaved. She could barely feel the sweat dripping down her face.

Pictures would be nice.

Maybe she could take pictures of her with her friends and hang them up when she went back.

She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, blinking a few times before everything finally came into focus. Cold sweat ran down her face as it immediately when pale.

Dark. Very dark.

And… red?

She heard voices.

Voices!

People were here!

What are they talking about?

Maybe they can explain what’s happening!

Yes! She could get help!

She had so many questions and—

Wait.

They’re not talking.

Not at all in fact.

Are those…

“S-Screams…?” Hyper muttered to herself in confusion. She shuddered a bit, wincing in pain.

She hadn’t spoken in so long, it scared her how raspy and quiet her voice was.

Suddenly, her hand slipped, the door she happened to lean on swung open much too fast for her to react. She fell face first into the other room. More red. A lot of red. Everywhere.

She was breathing it in!

Her body gave out, her senses intensifying as the situation did.

Screams.

Sobs.

Shrill cries of names.

Thuds.

Slashes.

Splatters.

Roaring.

More screams.

Even faster footsteps.

The last thing she saw before blacking out was a clock dead center across the room, which read 10:13am.

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[sneeb-canons]

plushies hc's let's go!

heart has many either on his bed or just in a corner but favours a plush bunny with long floppy ears that has a lot of sentimental value to him.

soul has maybe two or three he keeps around on a shelf for sentimental reasons. he's not exactly big on them, but he also won't deny one if given to him, it'll just join the others on the shelf. well, except for the chicken plush that stays comfortably in his bed.

mind would tell you over and over insisting that those kinds of things are childish. however, he has small ones in his desk drawer. one is a small pocket sized elephant that looks worn with love, the other is a slightly bigger yet still palm sized stuffed monkey. he would rather die than admit he keeps plushies.

Headcanon #541

[cloudysugarpeachyvasha]

Fictional age regression challenge day 6:

An "unfitting" character (a villian, someone from horror, etc) that you hc as a regressor

Lord Karl Heisenberg

Headcanons:

• Age: 6-12

• Doesn't like being called his last name

• Hates mother caregivers

• Gets into sooooo much trouble 

• Like so so much trouble 

• Ethan has to watch him and keep him away from his workshop so he doesn't hurt himself 

• He is always working on something 

• Most of his projects center around sculpting with metal wire because they are much less dangerous 

• He always argues he can use big boy machinery and it's totally safe if he is only using his powers to use it (spoiler alert: it isn't)

• Ethan started by giving him cute plastic dishes and silverware, but he hated them (not only could he not manipulate them they were way too infantilizing)

• Ethan got him custom dishes with lots of carvings, and he loves them

• Karl has twisted and bent soooo many dishes and random knick knacks during hit temper tantrums 

• Karl is a very mischievous brother to but also takes care of her Rose

• He has made skis for a big dog bed and pulls Rose around on it all the time since it's more comfortable than a wagon and was more fun to build (whenever Ethan catches them he makes Karl go back to using a wagon)

• He has a horse plushie he carries with him everywhere 

• Donna even helped him get a chunk of metal inside his horse so he can carry it around with his powers (it's anatomically correct heart shaped,  to Ethan's dismay and irritation

• He has a giant flat elephant plushie he uses as a pillow and curls up on it a bit

• His favorite blanket is a simple quilt Donna helped and taught Ethan to make

• He plays dolls with Rose (using dolls made by Donna of course)

• He denies it no matter how little or big he is (he will however play dolls with Rose with Ethan present)

• He loves watching black and white horror and sci fi movies

• He also loves to watch a lot of spaghetti westerns

[the-banana-splits-blog]

4 bananas make a bunch

Introducing the tiny elephant on the keys, Snorky E. Fellows

Any posts with the tag little elephant on the keys (Snorky) has Snorky on them

Below is his info post for this blog

Snorky is a small elephant mammoth hybrid, but do not let his shortness fool you, this little fella can pack a punch. Not to mention, he can have quite the temper as well, on a bad day.. the smallest things can sometimes send him into a fighting fit and will gladly punch or throw anyone in his way. In the band, he plays the piano/keyboard, he’s pretty skilled in playing this instrument since it’s easy on the hands. During the show era, he grew his fur out since shaving it all off wasn’t something he enjoyed to do.. so he has resulted in him getting monthly trims to keep his fur short so it doesn’t get too much to deal with. (He loves his long fur, but it gets so hot in the summer and on occasion, limits his vision)

Since retiring from the show, he has fully picked up baking as his hobby. He isn’t sure why he was so drawn to it, but he’s always loved to bake and hopes in a few years, he can open his own bakery.. though due to him baking, he has to fight off his band members since they all (especially Bingo) can’t help but get a little taste of what he has made. In his free time, he also likes to make clothing, they aren’t the most perfect looking clothing, but he knows with practice, he’ll make something that looks pretty.

Snorky is currently 26

Personality:

Short tempered, but can be friendly. Curious but also cautious. Likes to be helpful, bit of a perfectionist, a baker at heart.

Little facts:

Snorky is mostly mute, he commonly speaks in honks. But is able to speak English some, but only a few words.

Occasionally likes to cross dress, he loves feminine clothing like dresses and skirts. Bonus if it’s pink with green or yellow.

Has been deemed the strongest banana (but is actually the second strongest) is able to throw Bingo with ease

Has very poor eyesight. Without his glasses, he’d probably run into stuff a lot (speaking of glasses, he likes to steal Bingo’s shades on occasion)

He has a huge collection of plushies, calls it his plushie pile, well… the few that is in his bedroom

Snorky wears gloves most of the time as he has very sensitive hands, it is sometimes hard for him to do certain tasks, but luckily he has a a trunk to help him out some.

Apparently has a secret admirer, he isn’t sure who it is.. but they always leave him a sweet note and some sort of gift every Valentine’s Day. He is determined to find out who it is.. but they seem to leave it when he’s not paying attention.

Relationships with the gang

Fleegle- he considers Fleegle an acquaintance. He doesn’t quite understand what all his inventions do and tends to stay clear from them, but Fleegle is a good help in the kitchen.. unless he gets sidetracked, which happens a lot… despite that, he enjoys Fleegle’s company. Though their talks are limited since Fleegle isn’t that skilled in the honk language

Bingo- he is good friends with Bingo, despite the fact that most things that gorillatan does irritates him… but after all these years, it’s kind of like a fun game to Bingo since gorillatans love to roughhouse. Bingo is also the only band member that fully knows the honk language so Bingo is commonly taking to him or being his translator. Snorky enjoys his company since sometimes… his silliness makes him laugh, but he sure does wish he’d stop stealing his baked goods.

Drooper- their relationship is ok, but like Fleegle, Drooper isn’t too skilled in the honk language.. Snorky isn’t too fond of the bugs or getting dirty in the garden, but he does think the flowers pretty..

Family:

Snorky is an only child with a few relatives, mostly on his mom’s side.. doesn’t know a whole lot on his dad’s side.

Snorky’s mom is a soft spoken elephant, she loves her little calf to no end, no matter how big he gets. She tends to be a bit of a helicopter parent and not realize it, not to mention babying him all the time.. even after him telling her to tone it down some, it’s a habit she has yet to break. While she is a sweet elephant, Snorky gets his feistiness from her.. but she is able to hold it in a lot better, but if you dare say anything bad about her baby, she will not hold back.

Snorky’s dad is a big gentle giant of a mammoth. He doesn’t understand English all that much, but he’s working on it. He’s a very kind fella with a big heart too, he’s calm and docile as well. (Heck, you could purposely trip him and he’d apologize to you for tripping on your leg.. wouldn’t recommend it tho) he loves Snorky to death as well and always stays close, sometimes holds him when he’s visiting his son.