#i would sell my soul for plushies

[pandacatdoodler]

[endlessfuckup]

guys i just found out that Build-A-Bear for adults exists

[ikkyfics]

hiii, could you maybe write a dave lizewski x reader where the reader is also a huge comic book nerd like dave? and he comes over to her place to help her organize all her comic books + action figures into her display shelves + they yap together abt comic stuff or something

it can be established rs or pre relationship, i think either way would be still be so cute!!! it would also be rlly cool to see a more sarcastic reader utilized here, its cute to see that dynamic with dave!!!

i rlly hope this makes sense! i hope it didnt seem too rambly 😭😭😭😭 thank uuuuu

Supreme Sarcasm Power

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "I knew you had an impressive collection, but… this is practically a nerd sanctuary." "You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure. "I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

Warnings: just fluffy

A/N: honey, yeees I understood, don't worry. I feel like I made a mistake with the nerdy references(so sorry), but I hope you can like it <33

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The room was a perfect reflection of your personality: half Disney princess, half intergalactic warrior. Cute plushies shared space with incredibly detailed action figures, and shelves full of comics contrasted with delicate pastel-colored lamps. Dave was in the middle of the organized chaos, holding a Captain America action figure in one hand and a Watchmen comic book in the other.

"I knew you had an impressive collection, but... this is practically a nerd sanctuary," he said, trying not to sound too impressed—and failing miserably.

"You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted, not even looking up as you stacked some issues of Saga. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure.

"I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

"Aww," you replied, turning to face him with an arched eyebrow. "But if you drop my Captain America, forget it."

Dave chuckled, slightly flushed, as he carefully placed the action figure on the designated shelf. "Seriously, how did you get this? This limited edition costs a fortune."

"Connections," you replied mysteriously, crossing your arms. "And what I did was sell part of my soul. Totally worth it, don't you think?"

Dave laughed, still eyeing the action figure in his hands before carefully returning it to its proper spot on the shelf. You could feel his gaze lingering on every detail of your room, as if he was absorbing it all. It was the kind of attention he gave to everything he loved, and, well, you knew that included you. But you weren’t going to admit that out loud, at least not without making a sarcastic comment right after.

"So, what's next on the organization list?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips in an awkward but absurdly adorable way.

You pointed to the stack of boxes in the corner of the room. "That one. But be careful with the one at the bottom, it has glass. And if you break something... well, let's just say not even the Hulk will protect you."

"Got it," he responded with a serious expression that lasted two seconds before giving way to a nervous smile. "No ruining my entrance to the Avengers, noted."

As he bent down to grab the next box, you returned your focus to organizing the comics alphabetically—because, of course, it had to be alphabetical. It didn’t take long for the comfortable silence to be broken by a strange sound coming from Dave: a mix of a sigh and a stifled laugh.

"What’s up?" you asked, not turning around. The casual tone was a clear attempt to ignore the little wave of concern that hit you. After all, that kind of sound coming from him usually meant he'd found something... compromising.

He didn’t answer, which only made your anxiety worse. When you finally turned around, your heart practically dropped to your stomach. There he was, holding a Quicksilver poster with a lipstick mark strategically placed on the character’s cheek. The bright red contrasted with the worn paper, clearly loved too much during its glory days.

"Oh, God," you muttered, bringing a hand to your face. "Dave, give me that."

He held the poster above his head with a grin so wide it looked like it might split his face in half. "I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Peter Maximoff."

"I’m not!" you shot back, already crossing the room toward him. "It was a teenage thing. Give it to me before I die of embarrassment."

"Teenage?" He raised an eyebrow, as if processing a revolutionary discovery. "You used to kiss posters as a teenager?"

"I didn’t kiss posters!" you exclaimed, trying to jump and grab the paper, but he had the height advantage. "It was just... I had a crush, okay? And that’s none of your business!"

He laughed, stepping back. "I think it is. After all, I’m the one who’ll have to compete with Quicksilver now."

"Dave Lizewski, I swear I’ll..." you began, but he interrupted, holding the poster even higher.

"What are you going to do? Summon your supreme sarcasm powers? Because, as far as I know, that’s not going to help you get this," he teased, his eyes gleaming with pure amusement.

You sighed, trying not to show how defeated you were in your own specialty: keeping composure. Dave seemed to be enjoying every second of this role reversal, holding the poster like a freshly won trophy, his dark curls slightly messy on his forehead, and his blue eyes shining behind his glasses. It was hard to stay truly mad at him when he had that expression—a half-smile, half-mischievous grin—that made your heart stumble before you even realized it.

But you weren’t going to give up that easily.

"Do you really want to turn this into a battle?" you shot back, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Because, as far as I know, you’re not exactly known for winning."

He laughed, a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the space between you. "Oh, sure. This coming from the person who’s literally turning red just because I found out she kissed posters."

"I didn’t kiss posters," you repeated, even though the evidence was incriminatingly clear.

Dave raised his hand even higher, the poster swaying dangerously above you both. He wasn’t exactly tall, but he was strong in a way that didn’t seem obvious at first glance—not until you noticed the muscles in his arms, visible even under the sleeves of his T-shirt. You tried again to grab the poster, but he leaned back, laughing once more.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," you muttered, stopping your jumping and placing your hands on your hips. "I can't believe I’m losing to you."

"That’s what makes me a genius, right?" he responded, still with that teasing tone. "I finally figured out your weakness: teenage embarrassment."

"No way," you said, your voice firm, even though the back of your neck was still warm.

You knew you needed to change strategies. Jumping and trying to grab the poster clearly wasn’t working, so it was time to do what you did best: turn the tables in your favor.

Straightening your posture, you took a step closer to him, closing the distance until you were almost invading his space. Your gaze deliberately moved from his eyes to the poster, then back to him, your lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

"Okay, you won," you said softly, your voice dropping to a low, almost melodic tone. "But, if we’re talking about kisses..."

Before he could process what was happening, you placed your hands on his torso—heat and firmness under the thin fabric of his T-shirt—and took another step closer. Your fingers lazily running along his sides.

"...maybe you want one too?"

You saw the instant transformation in him. The confident smile faltered, his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and color rose on his cheeks with almost comical speed.

"W-what?" he stammered, his voice faltering like someone had pressed the wrong key.

You seized the advantage, tilting your head slightly as if considering the idea seriously. "You heard me. Just tell me, Dave. I’m generous like that."

The poster started to drop—finally—but by this point, you didn’t even care about it anymore. All that mattered was the growing heat between you, the way his eyes couldn’t decide whether to look at yours or your lips, and the way his breath had become slightly irregular.

"I... I mean..." he tried, but the words tangled in an adorable way.

"Dave," you interrupted, your voice a little firmer, but with a hint of tenderness.

"Hm?"

"I don’t want the poster," you admitted, letting your hands slide a little higher up his chest. "I just want you."

The silence that followed was thick, but in a way that made the air feel electrified. He finally let go of the poster, letting it fall to the floor carelessly, while his arms came around your waist, pulling you gently closer.

"You don’t play fair," he murmured, his voice husky, but with that mischievous smile still present.

"I know," you replied, leaning in his direction until your lips finally met.

The kiss was slow but full of intention, a mix of quiet laughs and a passion that seemed to overflow with every touch. It was a little clumsy, as always, but that only made you fall for him more.

When you finally pulled apart, he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling in a way that made everything around you feel lighter.

"You won this time," he said, with a theatrical sigh.

"I always win," you retorted, giving his chest a little push before turning to grab the forgotten poster.

But as you crouched down to pick it up, he spoke again:

"Just so it’s recorded... I definitely wouldn’t mind being defeated like that more often."

And in that moment, as you laughed and tried to look indifferent, all you could think about was how Dave Lizewski was your favorite victory.

[f10werfae]

Ass too cute

pairing: Biker!Henry Cavill x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Henry takes his baby home and shows her (and her ass) some tender loving care(Slight ddlg)(softDom!Henry)(Smut)(aftercare)

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“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses

Y/n bit her lip in anticipation as she watched a rough group of men entered the Saturday market, the stuffed crochet toys she had made all laid out on the table; her eyes widening as she watched all the other stall owners leave in such a hurry. Eventually leaving her as the only stall in the whole street. Her smile never faltered as the head of the group approached her, his facial hair grown out, his hair black and short. His blue eyes staring into hers as his heavy books clinked while he walked over, his skin slightly tanned and glowy with sweat.

“Hey sir welcome! I’m (insert business name) and I make crochet cuties based on your aura” Reciting her business selling phrase, she played with the ears of one of the woollen rabbits on the table as he simply just looked at her. His other companions dawdling by their bikes near the entrance, cheeky grins on all their faces as they watched their supposed leader interact with such a pure innocent soul.

“Really? What one would I be then dollface?” He inquired looking over the array of absolutely adorable stuffies on her wooden table. Y/n’s stomach grew warm and flutter just at the simple nickname, her face felt warm and dare she admit she felt a certain wetness start to pool at the core. “U-uhm I think maybe” Y/n cut herself off trying to distract herself, looking up at the big burly man in front of her, before returning her gaze back to her works. “This one is you dadd- sir, big n’ cuddly, a bear”

“How’d you know i’m cuddly?” His southern accent thickened, leaning forward onto the table, his head cocked to the side. “Well I uh”

“I’m just playing sweetcheeks, how much for the bear then?” Chuckling he brought out his leather wallet, “Since you’re here visiting, you can just have it! I think he needs a nice adventurous lovin family” Wrapping the brown bear in nice tissue paper she handed the plush over, her eyes widening at the mere size of his hands, thinking about how he could man handle her into any position he wanted.

“Ya from around here then?” Quirking his brow up, “Hen stop it, you’re scarin my customers away” Y/n whined when Henry walked around to the back of the stall where she was, his hands reaching around her waist, leaving her breathless as little one of his hands pushed her into him. Her arms trying to swat away the grabby arms of her playful man, he loved rocking up to her work acting as if he was trying to pick her up. Leaving his woman bashful and bothered, with her wanting nothing more than to just come home with him already. Their own little game of roleplay.

“Awk m’sorry pumpkin, ya know I can’t be away from my doll for too long, m’goin through withdrawals” Henry growled into her ear, lowkey grinding his hardened cock onto her dress covered thigh. Her voice coming out in gasps, quietly thanking the tarp that was covering them from the rest of his rowdy group of bikers. “I’ve- I’ve only got a few more hours here at the market” She whispered feeling him nip her ear, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “A few hours too long pup, I need you now, you gonna deprive me of my pussy?”

“No but- but you know the rules! You get me at home daddy, not here, not in front of them” She nodded towards all the small plushies facing them, her hands on each of his pecs, “Fine. Whatever” He grumbled chasing her lips with his, his scruff scratching her cheeks in all the best ways, giving her the tingly burning sensation. “I live for your lips, want them all over my body” He gasped breaking their kiss, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip, Y/n’s lip gloss already covering his lips in pink speckles of glitter.

It was an understatement to say that Henry was in love with Y/n, he was absolutely obsessed. The way she talked, walked, breathed and just everything about her made him swoon and hard. Henry first met her on one of his bike stops on the other side of the country, she had been working as an ice cream girl when he stumbled upon her sweet self. He devoured her being, teaching her about herself, helping her to explore her own body. How to pleasure herself.

“Don’t leave me please, i’m tired of bein’ people’s summer romance” Y/n whimpered after one of their lovefuck sessions, his hand grazing up her arm affectionately as they lay on her bed, the sound of crickets ringing through her small bungalow home. Small trinkets decorating her room of all her own little travels around the country. She hadn’t given herself like this to anyone before, but she had her fair share of romances from the different men that had travelled through the town. Only for her heart to be broken each time when they would leave to go back home, to never return.

“This isn’t a summer thing, this is a for life thing doll, if you’ll have me” He whispered looking down at her, leaning forward for a soft kiss onto her lips, her eyes gleaming up at the man she had now fallen in love with over this new summer. “I’ll have you, forever” She giggled wrapping her arms around his torso, nuzzling her head to his hairy chest, his warmth enveloping her with so much love and affection. “Come with me baby, travel with me” He suddenly said out of the blue, leaning up on his body to look down on her, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear.

“W-wait what? Just out of nowhere? What about all my things? Where would we even go-“

“shh babydoll, just tell me yes or no n’ i’ll handle everything else. I just wanna hear your answer” Henry’s hand traced along her jaw, a smirk growing as she nodded into his hand, “Yes, I-I wanna go with you Henry, take me with you”

That sentence was all Henry needed before he packed up his babygirl’s belongings over the last few weeks of summer, hauling them into a truck and got it delivered to his stationed home somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Where Y/n now found herself truly chasing her dreams, living her days out in the sun with her own hunk, using her passion of crochet for a small side business.

Soon enough they fell into a dynamic where Henry found himself wanting to do nothing more than to care and provide for his baby, with them finding comfort in the newfound love they had for each other.

(Back to present time)

“Can I have a few of these ones delivered then? I want them to delivered home” He said pointing at the whole bunch of stuffies on the table, “All of them? You want all of them?” Y/n tilted her head with furrowed brows, “Yes pup, I want all of ‘em, put each of them in the nurseries m’building”

“Shut up, we still got a ways to go with babies” Y/n whined pushing him away playfully, feeling his fingers cup her face to make her look at him, “m’ bein’ serious, I wanna buy them all and I want them delivered home”

“Y-you just want me to come home” She smiled swaying side to side, she knew how much he loved her, in fact it was as if he couldn’t breathe without her right beside him. “Is that so wrong doll? Wanna feel your tight little pussy clench around my cock, been thinkin’ about you all day, even had this just to sniff at every so often” Looking down he showed her, her purple lacy underwear from the night before which undoubtedly had her juices on it. “You’ve had my thong in your pocket? All day? Really Henry?” She whispered shocked, shoving the fabric back in quickly just in case anyone walked in.

“What you embarrassed pup? You smell fuckin’ divine, the way you took control n’ fucked yourself all on me” Pulling back he looked up and down, taking her in, the way she looked so fresh and ready for the day. “You’re so annoying sometimes, now go away”

“You want me to go away? Your future husband n’ father of your kids? C’mon pup don’t play like that” Henry joined her in putting all the cute animals into a huge ikea bag, hauling it onto the back of his bike. Helping her secure herself onto the second seat, her turned around to give Y/n her own customised helmet. A pink fluffy one with bunny ears, made just for her. “Y-you have to make me your wife first Hen” She smiled widely as he secured the fastening of the helmet, his heart pounding at just how adorable she looked in her own biker jacket and pink helmet.

“You wanna be my baby wife? Want me to take care of you pup so you don’t have to think about anythin’ but lookin’ pretty n’ makin cute little toys for our babies?”

“Mhm yeah, wan’ it so bad” She giggled leaning forward and kissing the cleft of his chin through the stubble, the prickly feeling reminding her of when he gave that same sensation between her legs just last night. “Yeah you do pup, I want it bad too”

“Then jus ask me already!” She whined stomping her foot that was on the ground only to pout when Henry lightly tapped her on the thigh, “Ey you know I don’t do well with attitude pup, that’s not the same happy girl I know”

“M-m’sorry” She whispered leaning up for another sloppy short kiss, her hands gripping onto the bottom of his shirt, watching as he then settled in front of her with her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Right pup you’ve got five seconds” Henry whispered as soon as they got through the front door of their home, Y/n’s arms filled to the brim with the animals she made, only the top of her forehead peeking out as she insisted to carry in her woollen babies. “F-five?” She squealed out quickly throwing the stuffies onto the couch as she ran upstairs in a hurry, her heartbeat quickening once she heard his thundering footsteps chasing after her.

Her breath getting caught in her throat when she felt his arms latch around her waist and ironically lay her down gently onto the soft cotton sheets of their shared bed. “You look so pretty pup” He gushed showing his canine smile, pulling her down towards him as her dress went up to her waist. “Really pretty?”

“Soso pretty baby, prettiest of them all” He leant down unbuttoning the front of her beautiful dress, her bare breasts popping out all sun kissed from the recent heatwave that had hit their small town. Courtesy of the fact that she had spent the weekend tanning nude (as per Henry’s request) by the pool in their backyard.

“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses. Using the same bear from earlier which he had hidden for himself, he held it under her pussy just letting her play herself with it

“W-what are you doin’ pup?” Henry looked taken aback as Y/n threw off the rest of her dress before turning onto her stomach, her ass in the air as she looked back at him playfully, wiggling her hips just to add on some tension.

“I-I think I wanna try somethin’ new Henry, I want you here” She said shyly once again shuffling her ass back onto Henry’s denim covered shaft, feeling it start to strain against the zipper he just had to strip himself down, still in disbelief.

“Baby, you finally gonna let me take your ass? Is that what’s goin on here? You’re givin’ yourself to me whole”

“Yes, i’m all yours, b-but be careful i’m nervous” She rushed out leaning on her elbows, “Aw pup don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of ya well” Henry whispered feeling that primal animalistic side of him come out, opening one of their bedroom drawers to reveal a bottle of lube they had, “This might feel cold but i’ll warm it up okay baby?” He whispered pouring a generous amount of lube onto her ass cheeks, using his hands to massage it onto her puckered backdoor. “Feels weird”

“Does feel weird doesn’t it honey, but you’re doin’ so well for me pup, let me just feel it out with a finger or two” He softly shushed her whines and moans as he pushed in his index finger into her tight ass, her thighs tingling already wanting more. “F-feels so good daddy” She whispered feeling herself fall into a more vulnerable headspace, wanting nothing more than for her Henry to coddle and fuck her to sleep.

“Fuck pup your ass is so tight, can’t believe you’re givin’ me this sweet treat tonight, so desperate to be my wife huh?”

“n-no that’s not why!” She argued back only to be interrupted by her own moan when Henry slid his finger back out only to insert back in two, ultimately stretching her poor muscles even more, “gah look at it clench over nothin’, my pup is a slut for her daddy” He cooed pulling his two fingers out, watching as her ass basically winked back at him with every pulse of her muscle.

“what are ya baby” He whispered out more to himself, looking over her face which was looking over her shoulder, her expression flustered as her skin glimmered in the soft light of their bedside lamp. “M’your baby” She whispered out, her hand reaching behind her to graze up his slightly pouched belly and wide chest. “Yeah? What does my pretty baby wife want”

“I-I want your cock in my ass, please daddy”

“m’so proud of you pup, always rememberin’ your manners, gotta reward you haven’t I” He state slapping his cock onto her behind while she nodded eagerly, her hands fisting the sheets out of anticipation. Henry took a deep breath in whilst he pushed the reddened head of his cock inside her warm wet hole, the lube helping a fuck ton. “A-ah daddy, so big” Y/n gasped out arching her back more, Henry leaned over to affectionately rub her back to help soothe the stretching pain, kisses being placed on the dimples of her back. He himself struggling to find words as his cock was being squeezed tightly in the best way possible.

“you okay baby? you want to keep goin’?”

“Y-yes, wanna feel full” She gasped once she felt him push himself in inch by inch, stopping every few seconds to let her catch her breath, Henry on the other hand was really holding himself back, her ass just felt too damn good on his cock. Both of them finally let out sighs of relief when Henry had bottomed out inside her ass, although none of them dared to move knowing it would cause the start of a very hard fucking. “Fuck me daddy, please, I want it”

“Ya remember your safe word baby?” Nodding her head eagerly Y/n herself started moving her ass up and down his cock, squealing at the burning yet amazing feeling it gave her, ultimately making her weak in the knees. “Oh fuck yeah, my fuckin’ whore” He growled out, his head falling back as his hands gripped onto her soft hips while they together rocked back and forth slowly. Everything was going more or less smoothly until the friction between Henry’s cock and her ass made an embarrassing sound, causing her to completely clench around his cock.

“s-so embarrassing” She whined plopping her head down onto the sheets in front of her, “a-ah baby don’t squeeze daddy so hard or else he’s gonna finish real fuckin’ fast and you don’t want that do ya?” Shaking her head she listened to the rest of what he had to say, “Baby that was not embarrassing, fuck do ya think we can make that sound again?” Smirking darkly he pulled his cock all the way back out before pushing it all in slowly, hearing that same airy sound from their fucking.

“Can daddy play with your clit sweetheart? Is that okay?” Henry whispered kissing again the dimples of her back watching as she nodded, his one arm reaching under her to play with her slick wet folds. Running his fingers through her folds thrice to lube it up with her own slickness, he started toying with her little swollen nub, her body immediately jerking forward at the sensitive touches. “gonna cum daddy, real soon” She gasped writhing in his hold, his hips smacking against her ass as he slowly picked up the pace, all the while circling her clit over and over again until she saw stars.

“Let go for me sweetness, let daddy see his pretty baby let go, wan’ me to cum in your ass sweetheart?”

“Yes daddy want you to warm up my ass, flood it with your cum pretty please” She whined half screaming into the sheets as Henry continued to rub her clit whilst she orgasmed, it was slowly causing her to feel overstimulated, his own cock following soon after as he felt her ass pulse around him; completely milking him of all he had to offer. “You take me so good pup, my best girl, you did so well ya hear me”

In a strained voice he continued to spill out heartfelt praises to his baby who was still lying limp and tired on the sheets, slowly pulling his cock out he winced, “p-plug daddy” He heard her whisper making him smirk, his baby loved being full of him, who knew that the best souvenir he’d bring back from his travels was her. Reaching over to their bedside drawers he found her purple sparkly plug, inserting it carefully with shushed tones, taking extra precautions to make sure it went in comfortably.

“I wanna be here, daddy here” Y/n smiled turning her head, crawling up to claim her spot on his chest, his arm coming around her to pull her even closer to him. “You want me to put on somethin’ in the background?” Teasingly he put his thumb onto her plug, tapping at it, causing Y/n to move away and whine, “stop it!”

“m’sorry baby couldn’t help it, you n’ your ass are too cute” Softly scratching her back, he watched her eyes focus on the random Disney movie he chose on the TV, her lips smacking until she reached up for Henry’s hand to put his thumb in her mouth; another soothing act of aftercare reserved just for her, “night night daddy, l-love you”

“night baby, love you so much”Her face squished against his chest until she eventually started drooling, once she fell asleep “You are just too precious for your own good pup, thankfully you’re mine”

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psa: Found this so cute and intimate, hope you guys enjoy it:))

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Fluffvember Prompt 22 - Plushie

Abel wasn’t entirely sure what he would be walking into after another day of guard duty, but he didn’t particularly care, either.

This assignment was wearing him down.

He did his duty, always. But prior to this his duty had included traveling, fighting monsters, all kinds of activities. When the mission was so variable, it made it far more bearable.

But this? To stand guard and wait in anticipation of an attack from people who stood directly across the table, while listening to barbs and pleasantries be exchanged in equal measure between diplomats?

It felt nearly soul crushing at this point. After four months of the monotony, on top of updates from his in-laws on his wife’s poor health, Abel was reaching a point he wasn’t entirely sure he’d felt before, but he knew it wasn’t a good one.

The only blessing in this was that Link was with him.

And speaking of which, when he entered the Hylian quarters, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sudden amount of Zora children in the area.

He glanced at Min, who was smiling and watching the kids. “What’s going on here? Why are you allowing all these children to come here? This is a restricted area for the Hylian delegation!”

“Oh, relax,” Min huffed nonchalantly. “They’re just kids. I’ve never heard of Zora training their offspring to fight, and it’s not like we have anything to hide.”

Don’t have anything to—? They could talk to their parents about the Hylians’ weapon arsenal, about plans they heard the diplomats discussing, an entire slew of problems! Abel was fuming now - Min was the slackest of the group, and it was entirely due to a lack of military upbringing. The man had been a sell sword prior to enlisting, and his lack of discipline and careless ideals were showing.

“My son lives here,” Abel growled. “I will not have you compromising his safety, or the mission.”

“Well, good luck convincing the evil Zora guppies to leave,” Min replied, rolling his eyes. “I figured your kid would want to have friends so I wasn’t going to argue the point. You go be the bad guy.”

Frowning, Abel moved beyond the knight and saw the gaggle of children huddled near an entrance to a balcony. Link and one of the Zora—Bazz, if Abel recalled correctly—were both flushed with cheer, Link holding Mrs. Moo in the air while Bazz had some sort of other plush toy, its shape looking like an octorok.

“And then, Mrs. Moo jumps up and SHOOM she shoots fire out of her nose!!” Link declared, waving his plush with a serious expression.

“Mr. Floaty hides in the water to stop the fire!” Bazz countered, throwing himself and his plushie onto the ground.

“Wait, can cows blow fire out of their noses??” A little girl asked, jaw dropping.

“Mrs. Moo can,” Link answered sagely.

“Whoa.” The group awed in amazement.

Bazz sat up a little, pouting. “Mr. Floaty can do cool stuff too! He gets up out of the water and spits out a magic ball that shocks Mrs. Moo! FOOOOM!!”

And with that, Bazz shook his plushie violently in front of Link, who gasped and had Mrs. Moo descend from her perch in the heavens and twitch in his erratic hold before he plopped on the ground.

“Oh no, Mrs. Moo!”

The young knight watched as the spectacle continued, completely clueless to the plot (assuming there even was one), and sighed.

…He couldn’t kick them out. At least not yet. Dinner would be his excuse, when the time came.

Abel took a step back, giving his son time to play with his friends, heart warming a little, frustration easing. He pointedly ignored Min’s smirk.

Perhaps… for Link’s fifth birthday he’d let the children come play with the boy. He’d already requested to guard the barracks and quarters that day so he could be with his boy, but… a surprise from this group might be nice too.

He’d consider it. He’s consider bending the rules, just once.

For his little boy, Abel would do just about anything.

[roxanneslosteyes]

Since mouthwashing got a big fandom, It's not long until Mouthwashing cast become markable plushies

(I would sell my soul for an Anya plushie ngl)

[leafhaynes]

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO BUY THE CUTE LITOL FRANZISKA PLUSHIE I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIND IT

I would sell my soul for her.

[waffticpkmn]

Ampharos moment

The gaming shop near my city is going to sell Ampharos plushies.

Ampharos is like , one of my favorite pokemon ! Any time I played Soul silver , I had an Ampharos ! I love electric type and this pokemon screams pokemon to me.

It makes me euphoric to know that I'll be able to buy an Ampharos plushie soon (I got a gulpin recently and I was beyond happy !! )

And yes , I used a drawing as a way to talk about the fact THAT I CANT WAIT TO HAVE AN AMPHAROS PLUSHIE-

Anyway , this is how I would dress an Ampharos if I had one

[shy-nightmare]

🎄MERRY CHRISTMAS!🎄

Merry Christmas to you all and have a frightful, spooky Creepmas to all my fellow Goths and horror fans out there! 🎄🖤🎄

The Twisted Toon Gang would also love to wish you all a Merry Creepmas and a Happy New Year! ✨🖤✨

Please ignore the blood on the present Echo got for you 🤣

I would also like to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for all you have done for me 🥰.

@weaselnerd My fellow weasel nerd, you are a gem. I will never forget the first time we talked that night right after I posted that Baked Meme drawing, and I will never forget the times we shared, talking and having fun sharing each other's topics of interest. Thank you so much for everything you've done; talking to me, enjoying my story, and for being one of my new friends. And thank you so much for drawing the twins and letting me draw Pepper and June! 🥰 It was so much fun! And I cannot get over how adorable your art style is! Seriously, you'll make a fortune in making and selling plushies! 💲

@lastofautumn You are like the autumn season 🍂; gentle as the wistful breeze, soft as a baby pumpkin, and you have a heart as colorful as the fiery leaves and a soul as warm as the precious remnants of sunlight before winter descends. You truly made my day that morning when I woke up to find you following me, and you continue to make my days enjoying my chapters, my art, and my moon photos. Thank you for being your wonderful, kind self and thank you so much for drawing the twins too! I also love the outfits you gave them; they're KILLING it! 🤩😍🤩

One more thing. Before you ask, YES, feel free to draw Adam and Echo if you'd like! Just please resist the urge to squish Echo's face off 🤣

@marinerainbow If Autumn is like the autumn season, then you are like a rainbow 🌈; your mind is an opalescent beam of bright hues and shades of color, your kindness is as dazzling as the stars kissing the night sky I spend many praising the moon, and you are an absolute joy and just like everyone I've met, you fill my bruised, longing heart with so much happiness and delight🎇! You were one of the first people I've met online when I accidentally thought Kingston was your OC when he's actually Slash's. I'm still very sorry for that 😅 Anyway, thank you for everything you've done too; you thought my Zombie Roo thoughts were cool, you loved the colorful tarantula photos Twyla and I sent you, and you granted me permission to tag you in my story. You really don't have to make me anything for Christmas, I'm just happy you think my ideas are fun! And thank you so much for letting me draw Shiny and write about Poppy! They are one of my favorite couples of all time! 😍😍😍

I've looked up to you, Slash, and Kit for almost a year now, and you guys inspired me to come out of my shell and expand my growth on Tumblr, so I would also like to take a moment to thank you three for taking the time to chat with me and enjoy my silly rambles! 🤣

@slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles You are like Moissanite; your kindness and creativity sparkle brighter than all the diamonds in the world and if you were a gemstone, I would describe you as Moissanite 💎 I still read your stories too, even the weasel and slasher smut 🥵! And thank you for enjoying my Baked Bean Meme drawing, that still cracks me up 😂 Like Rainbows, you've shown me nothing but kindness when I decided to join the WFRR/Toon Patrol community, and I will never forget how generous and honest you were when I asked you if you'd be interested in reading my chapters. It's cool if you haven't had the time yet! I get that you too are very busy, and I hope you rejoice in your accomplishments! I believe in you! 👍

@just-kit-ink You are like all the majestic cats in the world; beautiful, ferocious, and truly unique! 🐱🐯🐱 I admire your humility and kindness towards Toons; this world needs to learn humility and kindness, especially from people like you! You also possess your own element of wisdom and knowledge regarding Toons, their cartoons, and how their struggles greatly relate to humanity's and how people need to understand that no matter what species they are or what they seem to represent, Toons deserve love and respect ❤

Thank you so much for sharing your kind thoughts with me the first time we met, and the twins and I hope you and Kitty enjoy the holidays! 🥰

@imaginarytoon1 and @its-metal-mistress I owe you two all the credit for being the sole inspiration of my story, "The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths". I've read a lot of your stories even before I joined Tumblr, and you both share the same love and respect for Toons as we all do! �� While I was writing my chapters, I would look back and think of how many times I read your stories and note my favorite parts, and smile as I feel the same immense joy I felt the first time I read them. Thanks to you two, the twins and their story were born. I owe the birth of my story to you both, and I wish you all the luck and success you find in your lives! 😁

@trashogram You truly are wise beyond your years 📚. You speak nothing but the truth about things in life even I haven't thought of, and I'd always say "Damn, how could I have missed that?", and you too have opened my eyes about the weasels' characteristics. You are special, wonderful, and talented in your own unique ways, and you have a lot of kindness and humanity in your heart that is never tarnished, no matter what you have faced in the past ❤. You are also brave and strong, and you show the determination we need to fight back 💪

Thank you so much for being so kind to me too, and thank you for your thoughts on my story as well! 🥰

@basiabd I know we don't talk much, but I have a lot to thank you for too! You've done so much for me than you think when you too liked my Baked Bean Meme drawing, and I really hope it made you laugh! 🤣 You are also very creative and very kind; I love Kipper and Picket as much as I love Pepper, and to be honest, I wanna take them all home with me. *yoinks them and hides them in my jacket* THEY'RE MINE NOW, BYEEEEEEEEE!!! 🏃‍♀️

And thank you again for tagging me about the news two days ago. I really appreciate it! 👍

@los-angeles-toon-patrol You boys know why I'm tagging you again, so deal with it 💅. And yes, I am going to thank you all again, no ifs ands or buts. Thank you guys so, so much for liking my content! Like for real, I didn't think that ANYONE, not even the OG Toon Patrol blog would not only like my art, but also follow me the day after I got 100 likes! 🥰 I know you said you're not the sentimental types, but it really means so much to me you guys think I'm cool enough to follow!😁

Also, Greasy, may I ask why you're disguising yourself as an ornament right above Twyla? 🤨

Thank you all so unbelievably much for all you have done these last four months for me. When I first joined Tumblr, I thought all I was going to do was post amateur moon photography and read some of my favorite stories now that I have access to reading them. But as time went on, I stumbled across the WFRR/Toon Patrol community and read your stories as well, I started to remember how I too would enjoy the movie and draw the weasels. And I continued to do so while writing my own stories and chapters for the rest of the year until this August of 2024, I decided to come out of my comfort shell and start posting my art and stories.

I did not think anyone would like my posts or even notice I exist, but you all have proved me wrong. You have all given me so much; friendship, guidance, solace, and above all hope. You give me so much hope to keep going, to keep sharing my art and stories, and hope that there are other people who love my work and accept me for who I am. This year has been tough for all of us, and I may not be a seer, but I do see life and beauty in each and every one of you and I hope you all see that.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 🎄

Love,

Shy-Nightmare 🌙

P.S. I'm going to post Chapter Eight at 11:00 A.M. on New Year's Day and I'm gonna open my ask button on that day ❤💚❤

[porkyratt]

I WILL SELL MY SOUL FOR A PATTERN FOR THAT WHIRL PLUSHY. ITS TOTALLY OK IF NOT AND IDK IF YOU MADE IT YOURSELF BUT IT IS JUST BEAUTIFUL

Ahdksh tysm;;;; Sadly I kinda have a "fuck it we ball" mentality when making plushies, meaning I make no patterns. I kinda cut a shape on the spot and roll with it.

I did get asked for a pattern by a lot of ppl over on Discord and Tiktok so I may make a rough tutorial to follow soon! But It wouldn't be beginner friendly and would require a lot of input from the person following it 🫠 So the edges wouldn't match up between shapes etc... I also used a lot of weird techniques like layering the polar fleece on pieces of denim for the chest to keep it rectangular, and do the same with a black fabric for the neck and waist.

I'll look into if I can make patterns out of already existing plushies 🫡 If I end up posting it I'll post it by next week

[smile-files]

rant alert!!!!!!!!!!!

something that's been really bothering me lately is how capitalism is hardcore exploiting our generation's desire to explore/create identity

like aesthetic culture is nice on paper but in practice it just means buying a butt load of stuff that we don't need. like, say i like cottagecore, and by extension the strawberry shortcake franchise. it isn't enough for me to just say i like them aesthetically, or whatever -- i have to buy clothes and merchandise or what have you for that part of my identity to feel tangible. i need to be able to embody this aesthetic in every part of my being for it to feel real

and i've interacted with enough brand instagram accounts (such as the strawberry shortcake instagram) to know that companies are all over creating aesthetic, nostalgic nonsense to sell to us, knowing we'll buy anything cutesy that panders to us and the things we like. and we can't help but feed into it. and they act all relatable and gen-z-core too which doesn't help

consumerism drives me nuts, all the more so because i actively partake in it. i love collecting stuff, especially stuffed animals, but adding to the collection with new items involves spending money on a bunch of plastic and polyester things that take up space and will end up in a landfill someday. like, sure, i like them, and people know for sure that i love stuffed animals when they know i have over 100 of them and keep buying them, but if i'm being completely honest i don't get as much out of them as i'd like to think i do. i'm considering making a photo/drawing catalog of all of the plushies i have now and donating the ones who'd do better in a different home! the same applies to all of the toys i have as well

when i was little i used to collect rocks and sticks and pine cones... things in nature that are just as cool and give me just as much joy as my stuffed animals and toys but a) don't take up a huge amount of space b) don't cost money c) don't hurt the environment and d) don't feed into the capitalist, consumerist black hole that's quickly eating us all

honestly... and this might be a hot take... but the whole concept of "aesthetics" that's been on the internet in recent years that has compelled ourselves to shape our wardrobes and possessions in favor of a pretty, inhuman ideal that supposedly affirms our identities is likely just a project by Big Consumerism to get us to buy more stuff that we think makes us feel more like ourselves. like yeah we all deserve to have our own style and our own tastes but that should not necessitate buying 15 billion new outfits from your local target to prove to yourself or anyone else that it's your style and tastes. buying a dropshipped mushroom nightlight off of amazon does not make you any more of a cottagecore girly than someone who doesn't. we shouldn't all be trying to fool each other over instagram reels that we all perfectly fit this aesthetic with our cool clothes and knickknacks and random decorations and be constantly jealous of each other

and it all just feeds into fast fashion and non-sustainably-made products and all that... like if companies know we'd buy anything that fits our aesthetic they'll throw out any notion of making lasting goods that aren't made of plastic and garbage and the blood of innocent baby animals or whatever. we keep eating it up. and we keep buying more and more of it to create an every-expanding hoard of objects that supposedly reflect every facet of our soul

(and i know it's the companies' fault at the end of the day! but i do think we, as individuals, have to think about how we happily succumb to it!)

i'm starting to think that my happiest life would be one lived with a small handful of cool clothes (as it is, most of the clothes i find cool are old ones my aunt sends me or ones i thrift), a small handful of stuffed animals i have a genuine love for (e.g. barry, any homemade plushie), and a gargantuan collection of nature stuff like rocks and sticks and pine cones. i can't help wanting to collect -- i'm like a dragon! but what i can help is what i choose to collect, what system i choose to feed into. i have a huge love for stuffed animals, but if anything, i'm doing a disservice to them and my appreciation for them by repeatedly buying new, low quality ones which i ultimately don't care much about -- and having fewer of them by no means diminishes how much they mean to me. one should not judge a fan by the amount of merchandise they've bought, after all

we are trying to live vicariously through our stuff, which isn't surprising given the hellish socioeconomic landscape, but it only makes us languish and look at devices all day and buy useless stuff and not try to make our lives actually good. this is what capitalism wants!!! augh!!!!

also... folks can't buy sustainable stuff because it often costs more and is less widely sold. but whose fault is that? capitalism!!!!! they could make wool cheaper than polyester for all they cared!!!!!!! they could get rid of money altogether!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't really know what i want to say in all of this... but i care about nature and i care about being genuinely happy and digging my own grave in an aesthetic landfill does nothing for that

[copterbotblades]

// ahem. I would sell my soul for a Blades plushie

[dialtownconfessionsblog]

I’m so sad I have no money to buy dialtown or any of the plushies cuz I love it too much I would sell my soul for a fangame or something so I can play it for free

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[oxalis-corniculata]

Webkinz-related headcanons for every Smash Bros. character

(I finally decided to actually post something on my blog, heh.)

The 20th (!!!) anniversary of Webkinz will be this April. I've been playing a lot of Webkinz and a lot of Smash lately, in case this post didn't make it obvious.

A majority of these headcanons are about Webkinz Classic's gameplay, not the plushies or Webkinz Next. I'm counting Echo Fighters as separate characters, but not any of the "alt costume" characters. So Princess Daisy has her own entry, but the Koopalings don't, etc.

Also, I'm not too familiar with some of these characters, so I admittedly did a bit of guesswork. In an attempt make up for that, I've included bonus headcanons for Master Hand, Crazy Hand, Tabuu, Galeem, and Dharkon.

If you aren't familiar with Webkinz and/or its history, this post will make very little sense to you. Feel free to read it anyway, though.

Be warned; this is a looooong post!

...So long, in fact, that I'm putting the headcanons under the cut:

Mario: Spends most of his time trying to earn Pet Medallions. He wants that Diamond Dragonfly, dangit.

Donkey Kong: Is absolutely furious that the Strength class is broken. Punched a hole into his gaming computer upon losing the Level 9 Strength class one too many times.

Link: Loves the Zums, because they remind him of Navi. Also hates the Zums, because they remind him of Navi.

Samus: Really really really hates Dex Dangerous as a character, but plays Lunar Lugbotz anyway. She spent many years thinking it was spelled "Lugboltz", with a second "L", instead of "Lugbotz".

Dark Samus: Tried to prank Samus into going on a blind date with Dex Dangerous. Samus quickly realized this "Dex" was actually Incineroar dressed up badly as a lion.

Yoshi: Voted for Sheldon Turtle in the 2014 Kinzville election. Not because of Sheldon's promise to not change anything, but because Yoshi's favorite Webkinz area is the Vacation Island.

Kirby: Knows every (discovered) Webkinz Classic stove recipe by heart. Wins every Cooking competition he enters at the Stadium, and almost every round of Chef Challenge.

Fox: The Sequin Fox is his favorite Webkinz pet. Back when Classic was playable in an actual web browser rather than the Desktop App, he used Chrome rather than Firefox.

Pikachu: His account was permabanned due to Kiwigate. He's still not over this, and never will be.

Luigi: Poor guy is absolutely terrified of the ghost from Don't Rock the Boat. Every indoor room in his Webkinz Classic house is painted solid green.

Ness: Is amazing at Wacky Zingoz, WackyER Zingoz, Wacky Zingoz Extreme, and Wacky's Bullseye Batter. He even unlocked Wacky Zingoz Extreme back in 2008, via the Code Shop.

Captain Falcon: Collects vehicles, but they keep getting stuck in doorways, so he never lets his pets ride them. Would sell his soul for a Mazin' Hamsters remake.

Jigglypuff: Often stays up literally all night playing Webkinz. Has completed every single "Learn & Play" question at Quizzy's, but her average question-score is only 3 out of 5.

Peach: Doesn't play the game, but is a serious Webkinz plush collector. Owns a Cheeky Cat and a Cheeky Dog.

Daisy: Somehow beat Level 10 of Strength class, just for the Webkinz Rally stats. Now, if only she could finish Level 10 of Agility class...

Bowser: Got into the game because of Bowser Jr and the Koopalings. Now he's addicted, and spends at least a hundred bucks on the eStore every month.

Ice Climbers: They were both devastated when the Arcade version of Polar Plunge was "remade". Popo really wants to learn to how play Waddell's Icecap Adventure, but he can't figure out the darn controls.

Sheik: Her username is misspelled as "Shiek". Has beaten Zacky's Quest four times.

Zelda: Uses up all her attempts for every game in the Magical Forest, every single day. She doesn't even care about the lag.

Doctor Mario: Voted for Daisy Doe in the 2014 Kinzville election, and immediately accused Wario of rigging the election via alt accounts when she lost. Openly ships Dr. Quack with Mrs. Birdy.

Pichu: His game keeps crashing whenever something good happens to him. It's currently unknown if this is the fault of Webkinz, Pichu, or the unstable WiFi in Pichu's room.

Falco: Used to obsessively play Webkinz, but lost interest after a few years. He now obsessively plays Neopets instead.

Marth: Owns multiple of every single Rare Item. Refuses to pay for a Deluxe Membership, because he thinks it's greedy.

Lucina: Her account was hacked, because she used an insecure password "manager" back before the Desktop App. She doesn't have the heart to play Webkinz anymore...

Young Link: Usually only plays Webkinz via the Next and Classic mobile apps. Was surprised to find out that there's more to Webkinz Classic than room-decorating, shopping, and a few mobile-app compatible minigames.

Ganondorf: Claimed that Webkinz was childish, and he would never ever play it, but Jigglypuff soon caught him playing Flutterbugged after midnight in a basement closet... on Jigglypuff's laptop. And on her account, too.

Mewtwo: Even his immense psychic powers aren't strong enough to let him cheat at the Jellybean Challenge. They do, however, let him easily cheat at Jumbleberry Fields.

Roy: His Classic account is a Free account, but he gets enjoyment out of the game anyway. Somehow.

Chrom: Ragequit the game after being scammed in the Trading Room. Can't delete his account, because he forgot the password. He used Firefox rather than Chrome to play Webkinz.

Mr. Game & Watch: Doesn't play Webkinz Classic, because even the outdated early 2000s Flash code isn't slow enough for his limited animation style to use the controls. However, he loves the Pet of the Month songs.

Meta Knight: Joined Webkinz literally last week. Kirby is giving him unwanted tips on how to earn KinzCash and decorate rooms.

Pit: Doesn't log on very often anymore, so he gave Palutena his password. She'd better not mess this up, because Pit has some VERY rare items and pets...

Dark Pit: Hasn't logged on in five months, but refuses to trust Palutena with his password. One of his two pets is a Midnight Monster named Darkness.

Zero Suit Samus: Collects vehicles, but unlike Captain Falcon, she doesn't mind them getting stuck in doors. Ganz Customer Support is swamped with her emails about that problem, however.

Wario: Only cares about earning KinzCash and mining for gems. Has completed his gem collection eight times over, but has not yet traded for the Crown of Wonder.

Snake: Was banned from KinzChat Plus for trying to swear. Only joined Webkinz because he kept mishearing it as "Weapons".

Ike: Has a massive crush on Arte. Tips him 100 KinzCash every day.

Pokemon Trainer: Squirtle often falls asleep on top of his low-end computer while his Trainer plays Webkinz Classic, because the poor code optimization makes the cooling fans run hard. Ivysaur loves helping decorate outdoor and treetop rooms. Charizard has his own account, that he uses solely to play Pizza Palace.

Diddy Kong: His favorite Arcade game is Bananza. Nobody has the heart to tell him about that infamous "stuck spider" glitch on Level 17 that makes the game borderline unwinnable.

Lucas: His Webkinz Classic account is stuck in the "Asian time zone". He loves the "family growing" aspect of Webkinz Next, but thinks the 3D graphics are an insult to humanity.

Sonic: Speedruns every Arcade game than can be won. He can't seem to get the hang of Eager Beaver or Quizzy's Word Challenge.

King Dedede: His free starter pet was the original Penguin pet. He named it after himself.

Olimar: Has dozens of rooms full of crops. He harvests them all manually, and may be developing carpal tunnel as a result.

Lucario: Argued with Fox over a code for the Sequin Fox. It turned out the code was already used anyway.

R.O.B: All eleven of his pets are Tinkerpups. He's had literal nightmares about the opponent-robots from Air Hockey.

Toon Link: Desperately wants to play Webkinz, but his personal computer is a Chromebook, and the Smash computer lounge is entirely Linux. Oof.

Wolf: Spent over a thousand dollars on a plush Signature Timber Wolf. It came without the code, so he lit it on fire.

Villager: Obsessed with room decorating, but has no pocket money to spend on eStore Points or a Deluxe membership. His proudest achievement is the time the official Webkinz Twitter account retweeted his fan art of PJ Collie.

Mega Man: Only plays Webkinz for the Arcade games. Cried when Bamboo Break was removed.

Wii Fit Trainer: Exercises while Webkinz Next loads. All of her pets have treadmills and trampolines in their rooms.

Rosalina and Luma: Rosalina gets the Lumas to quickly search up the answers at Quizzy's. Her favorite pet is the Midnight Martin.

Little Mac: Submitted his fursona to the 20th anniversary pet design contest. The "fursona" in question was his face and his boxing gloves badly Photoshopped onto Arte.

Greninja: Loves the Webkinz Trading Card Game, but nobody else in Smash does. Named his Magical Retriever that he got from card packs "NOT MEDALLIONED".

Mii Brawler: Vastly prefers Club Penguin, but since Club Penguin ded now, he plays Webkinz Classic to distract himself from his misery.

Mii Gunner: Her original account was deleted in the 2019 purge. She still hasn't realized Arte's name is a pun.

Mii Swordfighter: Plays Webkinz Next solely for the Dock Search feature and the Kinzville Pinball minigame.

Palutena: Writes to Ganz at least three times a day, asking for free eStore points. She hasn't had any luck so far.

PAC-MAN: Is obviously great at Pinky's Big Adventure. He would be great at Hungry Hog as well, if it didn't lag so much.

Robin: Has over 200 pets, thanks to eBay. Despite this, he only joined two years ago.

Shulk: Genuinely thinks Webkinz Next has good graphics. Names his rooms on Classic after Xenoblade 1 locations and landmarks.

Bowser Jr: Has at least 25 Webkinz Classic accounts; possibly more. Bowser refuses to give him KinzChat Plus access.

Duck Hunt: The duck and dog share an account. The duck spends all the dog's hard-earned KinzCash, and the dog sells everything back to the W-Shop. It's a vicious cycle.

Ryu: Has been trying (and failing) to get back into his childhood account. It wasn't purged, but he can't remember the dang password...

Ken: Has been scammed on Reddit at least five times by now. Three of those scams were by the same dude.

Cloud: Joined Webkinz in 2005. Plans to throw a real-life party for the 20th anniversary.

Corrin: Never got into Webkinz, because she's much too busy with The Sims 3.

Bayonetta: Wants the Party Packs back. Hates Amanda Panda with a burning fury.

Inkling: Color-codes all her rooms. Orange is for the good items, blue is for junk. Her dock is almost empty.

Ridley: His dock, conversely, is full of holiday and celebration presents that he never opened.

Simon: His pets feast entirely on birthday cake and Charm Candies.

Richter: Hates "pet requests" so much that he just lets their meters perpetually stay at 0. Has completed the treasure map from Don't Rock the Boat.

King K. Rool: Wants to beat Zingoz Pop, but can't get past Level 7. Often stays up all night with Jigglypuff, arguing over Tournament Arena games.

Isabelle: Takes her pets to the Vacation Island Spa instead of feeding them. Thinks the "pet requests" are cute.

Incineroar: Holds the Smash-universe-wide record for "most eStore items accidentally sold to the W-Shop". Names all his pets after Pokemon species.

Piranha Plant: Leans over Bowser's shoulder and rudely critiques his abilities in Tile Towers.

Joker: Is one of the few Webkinz players to have beaten Skater Kat. Not because he enjoyed the gameplay, but because he loves the background music.

Hero: Joined Webkinz Next out of curiosity, saw Mrs. Biscuits, and nope'd out right away.

Banjo & Kazooie: Are pooling their money for the next Moonlight Delight event. Surely they'll win this time, right?

Terry: Had never heard of Webkinz until he saw Ryu angsting over his lost account.

Byleth: Has completed every permanent Challenge on Classic. Her password has "FEsw0rdfight3rLOL" in it. The rest of the password is 30-something additional characters long... on both ends.

Min Min: "Anybody have a spare [insert item from 2005/2006] somewhere? I'll pay you back by babysitting your account!"

Steve: Loves the DIY Divider events. Tries to make pixel art with them, but even the biggest rooms are pretty dang small...

Sephiroth: Has voted for Dex Dangerous in every election he's been part of. Paints every indoor room in Classic solid black.

Pyra: Sleeps with a plush Whimsy Dragon. Can't seem to figure out Creativity class.

Mythra: Frequently gets "The Dog on the Front of the Tag" from KinzTunes stuck in her head for no reason.

Kazuya: Often sends his pets into Beauty Competitions wearing the most ridiculous outfits imaginable.

Sora: Sold all of his Pet-Specific Items, ages and ages ago. Nowadays, he only plays Webkinz for the aesthetic.

Master Hand: Was dared to sing the KinzTunes song "The Prettiest Pink Pony in Town" at karaoke night. And he actually did it.

Crazy Hand: Almost always wins the daily high score for Pumpkin Patch Protector. Has over five hundred pet Kooky Chameleons. Has (somehow) won the trophy for Mrs. Cowoline's Roll Call.

Tabuu: Prior to his defeat, he was notorious for scamming children in the Trading Room.

Galeem: His attack failed to affect Webkinz, because the universe itself refuses to let Webkinz die. Dex Dangerous frequently brags about this fact.

Dharkon: Thinks Atlantiles is the worst Webkinz game, solely because you aren't punished for using hints. He doesn't play Webkinz, so it is unknown why he has such a strong opinion about this.

[a-little-bit-insecure]

I gotta just gush about this baby for few.

AZI-3 is by far the cutest, sweetest, most adorable gawd damn droid to grace the Star Wars universe.

I would sell my soul for this little droid.

I would set someone on fire for this droid, hell I would set myself on fire if it meant he would treat me.

He is just so gosh darn cute, I wanna just squish his little metal cheeks. Like, I know I can't because they're metal, but I feel like I could squeeze him to the point of denting him.

If anything ever happens to this baby in later Star Wars media I will never recover. Never ever ever.

I need a plushie of him.

[transmandrake]

Unpopular opinion but i kinda hate all those makeship and other plushies by small creators. Especially ones that talk shit about companies and pollution and climate change

And then come out with oh buy my plushie one time only gotta sell 500 to make it happen

Feels just, so wrong. I feel in my soul that maybe only a quarter at best of people buy them out of love for a creator.

Its all FOMO. In 5 years time most people will move on and cringe at what they bought and throw it away or at best sell it or give it away. And what then?

How the fuck do people justify funnelling thousands of plastic pieces of mass produced (and they are mass produced) garbage? Ohhh but they earn money to pay their bills

fuck you. Fuck that. I would be fucking sick to imagine my legacy as yet another fucking fad to fill the bloodstreams of shrimp and choke and choke and choke every last fucking beautiful thing on this planet.

Of course i dont hate anyone. Its the amount. The amount of tiny creators who make one marketable character and get scooped up and turned into panic buy fodder. There must be millions.

But theyre cute. Theyre soft and huggable. Theyre memeable. I have no doubt *you* have bought some you will cherish forever.

But god. How? How do people sell their soul. Its not fair. It shouldnt happen. It shouldnt have to. But it does.

No ethical consumption under capitalism but youre fucking dishing out the meals and shouting to the fucking diners that if they dont eat it RIGHT NOW they wont get to ever again!

And every single fucking person is doing it. Bark bark bark buy my plushie buy my pins made by forced labor jingle jingle isnt it cute sorry sorry too poor to afford an ethical manufacturer (oxymoron) but i still put in the order and i still guilted you and it never ends because no amount of plushies will fill their pockets or your stomach but i wont make my rent if you arent guilty and stressed by my months and months of campaigns and

I just. I cant. I cant follow people like this. Im sorry. I wish you didnt have to. But i dont like you. I dont think its right. The well will run dry and you will be just as fucked but with thousands of piles of plastic running through the fucking bleeding earth