#hellhound plush

[catschimericalcreations]

Cerberus Pug plush made from modified TY Beanie Babies and Beanie Boo by Cat's Chimerical Creations

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[catschimericalcreationsbirthdays]

Wish this Five Headed Rainbow Pride Conjoined Plush a happy 1st Birthday!

If you'd like to celebrate this colourful fellow turning one, you can donate at https://ko-fi.com/catschimericalcreations

[pastafossa]

My new DD funko arrived and he's ADORABLE!

And since the DD pop shelf has grown incredibly cramped, I finally made the decision to move the funkos on my General Marvel shelf up top to another location, thus clearing room for Matt to spread out a bit (esp considering the She Hulk Matt Murdock figure I preordered last year should be here within the next few months).

This is a rough before (from a few months ago) and now!

How most of the DD funkos are now spread, which I'm really liking:

[itsthebeastpeddler]

Another Helldoggy will be up for adoption tonight at 6pm est!

Fully jointed, reinforced legs and hinged jaw.

Link in my pinned post!

[yotenotes]

goobers (art for an oc art game)

[streetdogscamp]

fenrir finds home in the flames 🔥

[giggleonthestretcher]

by REAPLUSH on Twitter

[catschimericalcreations]

his strength is that he is biscuits

His strength is that he is biscuits

[funky-dealer]

made some pasta. and hellhound is trying to sneak a bite

[supersonictalan]

Cute little Loona and Takeo plushies

[eldritch-spouse]

So… which of our charming Icons would allow their lol queen to have a pet? Like a cat not a mistress or something similar. I cannot live without my cats. Do any of them actually like cats?

The one who you truly can't have pets around is Vesper. He laments to inform you that animal populations in Lust are kept to a very controlled minimum. His Ring is a zone of constant sexual depravity, even the streets are unabashed erotic grounds, no one wants old Fido hanging around. Vesper's mansion is likewise a place of constant lavish sex, your poor pets wouldn't have a place to live normally.

Zizz demands that whatever animal you have never ever lay a claw on one of the blankets/pillows/plushies in the main bed chambers. The plush monsters might retaliate, and no one wants to see the outcome of that...

Vorticia would urge you not to bring small animals near her or any of her children. While they're less likely to act on hungry impulse than her, the chances of there being a tragedy are still very high in general.

Livius, as you know, will act out if your pets receive more attention than him. Enough said about his ability to care for animals.

Rinx loves pets! Why he has so many! It's just that... He tends to forget about them. And who knows what happens to them afterwards, right? Eh, take proper care of them, make sure they don't destroy his property too much and all will be fine.

Cero isn't much of an animal lover, but he does like cats, especially sphynx cats. You might be in luck, they'll certainly have the most gourmet of treatments.

Kalymir loves animals! But, well, the kind of animals he keeps around are very incompatible with a simple house cat. Between his giant magma lizards, the war steeds he keeps around, not to mention the hellhounds... Well, are you sure your kitty can make it unharmed?

[catschimericalcreations]

Husky Cerberus Plush Toy by Cat's Chimerical Creations

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[catschimericalcreationsbirthdays]

Happy 1st Birthday to this Huggables / Ty Beanie Babies Frankenplush Cerberus!

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[nixie-writes]

Can I request something? Alastor takes 10yo (or younger/older) y/n to the mortal realm and they are so excited about it. Then towards the end of the little trip y/n funds a bug plushie of their favorite animal so they proceed to show Alastor, but he laughs because it's bigger then the child.

I'm gonna say the reader is like 8

-Alastor brought you up to the mortal realm for the first time. Being a Hellhound you could shift into a human form and Alastor just had to clean up.

-Alastor took them around town. To the museum, to a circus, to an exciting play, to see a movie from his time and finally, to a grocery store.

-Alastor was checking out some groceries he bought to make homemade jambalaya and just barely managed to scooch out of your way as you were barrelig to him, a plush animal clutched in your arm. You lifted it to him. "Froggy!" You squealed. Alastor could only laugh as he scanned the toy. You were too much for him sometimes.

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker's vision swam as he crouched in the shadows of the palace wall, one hand pressed tightly against his side. The wound throbbed with every heartbeat, and hot blood oozed between his fingers.

Damn sonuvabitch of a cop had gotten a lucky shot in—right when he wasn’t looking. But Striker had shaken him off, disappearing into the night before reinforcements could arrive. He had no time to dwell on it now.

With a grimace, he adjusted his coat to hide the blood, steadying himself before moving forward. The gates to the estate were just ahead, guarded by hellhounds that prowled the perimeter. Their red eyes glowed menacingly, but Striker had spent enough time in the shadows to know how to slip past them unnoticed. He inhaled sharply, every breath stinging as his muscles strained against the injury, but he pressed on, weaving between the low garden walls and using the cover of thick hedges until he reached the base of the mansion.

The palace loomed above him, a grand, overdone display of wealth that sickened him. Everything about it screamed excess, from the massive golden columns to the perfectly trimmed topiaries, but none of that mattered. He wasn’t here for the palace.

He was here for Coronis.

He could feel the blood seeping into his shirt as he scaled the side of the building, wincing as his wound pulled with every movement. By the time he reached the second floor, sweat coated his skin, but he ignored it. Gritting his teeth, he slipped through an open window and into one of the dimly lit hallways. His breath came in shallow, painful gasps, and he forced himself to focus.

Hellhounds patrolled nearby, their massive paws thudding quietly against the marble floors, but Striker moved like a shadow, ducking behind columns and weaving through the palace halls with practiced ease. He knew this layout well—he had to. One misstep, and they’d be on him in seconds.

His hand pressed harder against the wound as he reached the long corridor leading to Coronis’s bedroom, the pain growing worse with each passing minute. The hallway stretched ahead, cold and silent, but Coronis’s door stood out among the others, marked by the faint scratch along its bottom edge—a memory from years ago.

He took a steadying breath, staggering forward. His vision blurred, but he reached the door and turned the knob with trembling fingers. The click of the latch felt like thunder in the quiet room, but he forced it open and slipped inside, closing the door behind him as quietly as his shaking hands would allow.

Inside, the room was warm, the glow of embers flickering in the fireplace. Striker leaned against the door for a moment, catching his breath. His head spun from blood loss, but he had made it. He wasn't going to collapse here—not yet.

Coronis lay in bed, peaceful in the dim light, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a halo. Striker moved toward her, each step dragging more than the last as he held his side to slow the bleeding. A trail of crimson followed him, drops of blood staining the plush carpet.

He knelt by the bed, wincing as pain shot through his body. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers against her arm, his voice a rasp as he whispered:

“C...Cori…”

@second-wife-playbook

[visage-of-hell]

(Starter for @angie-long-legs: Another night at the club, another menagerie of party-seeking demons filling all available spaces to enjoy drinks, dancing and pulsing beats. As much as possible, Visage always preferred to just blend into the crowd, rather than be this large imposing figure that drew immediate attention to herself. She dressed in much the same casual flair as any other clubgoer as she relaxed on one of the plush lounge cushions richly upholstered in deep royal purple velvet. Clutched between two claws was a lit cigarette smoldering with bright blue embers, smoke tendrils lazily drifting around the hellhound in an acrid wreath. Keen silver eyes seemed to have a glow all their own, even amid the glowing neon that filled the club space, as her gaze roved over the crowd of patrons. It was, after all, her business to keep tabs on who was coming and going from her establishment, despite the air of nonchalance she so carefully cultivated. The larger and more successful Kingdom Cum became, the more she knew that she was drawing the attention of those who would quickly begin to consider her a threat. Good. About time something came along to shake up the status quo. These other Overlords had gotten too fat and lazy of their own spoils and were in sore need of some healthy competition. For the present moment, though, the power plays and political posturing were about as far away from Visage's mind as possible, focused instead on having as mellow of an evening as possible. Well ... 'mellow' by the standards of the club, of course. Which is why when her phone began to buzz and she glanced at the name to recognize the call as coming from her chief cartel enforcer ... her mood immediately began to sour. "What?" The word was spat out, laced heavily with annoyance. "Uhhhh, Boss? I just saw Angel Dust walk into the club." Aaaaand foul mood immediately gone. Now this could be interesting. A famous face like his in her club was bound to draw attention of all kinds, but that hardly worried the Overlord. What intrigued her more was the knowledge that one of Valentino's most prominent actors was in her domain instead of his ... and she liked what that could mean. While she could do nothing about the soul contracts themselves without more direct intervention, any opportunity to encourage those under his 'employment' to distance themselves as much as possible was a net positive from her perspective. "Interesting. Send 'em my way."