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alright nerds have some shitty pictures/videos from when I ate way too much cereal and pizza rolls last night
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Stuffed Animal dashboard simulator
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pray for me human put me in the wash on fucking hot water im never gonna be the same colors
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got left outside in the backyard but this is kinda nice actually im okay with this (:
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the hawks
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this is bullshit ive been bragging to everyone in the toy chest because my tag says i was made with love but i got torn today and guess what. its just stuffing inside
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lol imagine having stuff inside you lmao
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i literally see you outside the window looking smug. log off
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FELL OFF THE BED HELP HELP HELP HELP
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WHY ARE YOU POSTING ON PLUSHBLR INSTEAD OF KEEPING WATCH FOR MONSTERS THATS YOUR HUMANS ROOM
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lets not spread body dysmorphia on plushblr guys
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op casually ignoring stuffed animals with different colored fabric for eyes
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some of us dont even have eyes!
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i know animals are allowed to see normal plushies moving and talking but whats the rule for dog toys.
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what breed of dog op
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poodle? does it matter?
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no i just wanted to remind you your lifespan can be measured in days
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man come on
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Don't laugh at people or mock people who are "childish". People are allowed to like things that are considered "childish". Toys, kids cartoons, anything like that can be a valuable source of comfort for the people who like them. It's important to have things in life that make you happy, and without them it gets miserable. Wether that thing is stuffed animals or cooking or writing lyrics, what's important is that others don't ridicule and belittle them for it. There shouldn't be such judgement for the things that make people happy.
#i'm just really pissed rn#once again my family is making fun of me to my face for having a lot of stuffed animals#they make me comfortable and happy#especially when i'm overwhelmed#i shouldn't even NEED to justify it like this#serious post#my post#autism#sfw agere#age regression#actually autistic#serious talk#important#idk what to tag#neurodivergent
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#girly stuff#stuffed animals#plushies#plush toy#plushblr#plushcore#plush animals#toycore#toys#meme#funny#funny memes#haha#humor#lol#memes#funny shit#weird memes#funny post
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Things to Do with Plushies that aren’t Traditional Pretend Play
If you regress/dream to an older age range, you might not play pretend as often, if at all. That said, there’s no reason why you still can’t enjoy your plushies’ company.
Cuddle them as you go to sleep. This one is pretty obvious, but I think it deserves a place on this list.
Make them little Kandi collars with their name in letter beads. You can make a matching bracelet or necklace for yourself too!
On that note, sew clothes for them and dress them up. This one might require some supervision because of the pins and needles, but it’s usually worth it.
Set them up so that they look like they’re doing the same activity as you are. (Putting a controller in front of them if you’re gaming, pretending to feed them bits of your meal, setting them up in front of the TV so they can enjoy the programs with you, etc) This one veers into pretend play, but it’s not as involved so I figured I’d include it.
Put them into your purse/backpack/bag so they can keep you company on your errands or other trips you take.
Set them up in nature or around the house and take photos of them. You can even scrapbook with the photos.
If they are sturdy enough, give them a bubble bath and then either stick them in a pillowcase and put it in the dryer, or air dry them in the sun. This is good for bonding with them, and general maintenance to keep them clean.
Write about them. You can make little character profiles for them, or even full stories! This is good if you have a hard time playing pretend but you still want to feature them in imaginative contexts.
Draw/paint pictures of them and hang them on your wall!
Finally, if this is something you’re up for, set up a side blog for your favorite plushie and document their life online. Make blog posts from their perspective, have them take “selfies” etc!
Have fun with your plushies 💕
#plushies#stuffies#stuffed animals#plushblr#ideas#text post#nostalgia#sfw middle regression#middle regression#sfw agere#agere#agere blog#sfw agedre#agedre#age regression#sfw age regression
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klaus the clown mouse!! 🐁🎪🧃
klaus is a jellycat bashful mouse that i customized by needle felting a red nose and buttons on him! im so happy with how he turned out :’]
#jellycat#mouse#plushies#stuffed animals#stuffies#plushblr#comfort plush#clowncore#kidcore#toys#toycore#circuscore#nostalgiacore#actually autistic#autistic joy#custom plush#age dreaming#age regression#teddie posts
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🍳 sunny side pups!!! 🍳
Now up for adoption on my etsy! 💐
Cooked from scratch (my sewing machine). Full of nutrients (plastic beans). Cage free (they are living in my house and they don't pay rent someone please take them away from me).
Thanks so much for checking them out!!! rbs very appreciated too <3
Bonus: squashing him....
[Video description: my hand holding and squishing a fried egg puppy plush, with the sound of beans shifting around inside.]
#plushblr#plushies#plush toy#plush maker#small business#etsy#handmade plush#stuffies#stuffed animals#egg#eggs#dogs#stim#stimblr#visual stim#cute#kawaii#my art#my posts#dolls#milkweed way#sunny side pups#food#video#theres only 8 available right now but i may make more if theres any demand?? (edit: making more :P)#1k
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There is something so captivating about gaining higher ground. Teddy looked out over the braided West Matukituki River as he worked his way up a nearby ridgeline. Can you blame him for wanting to sit here watching the day drift by?
#teddy#adventures with teddy#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#new zealand#photography#adventureswithteddy#bear#travel#plushie#plush#photographers#plush toy#plushes#plushies#plushblr#stuffed bear#stuffies#stuffed animals#original content#original photography#original post#original#original art#curators#curators on tumblr#curator#nature photography#nature#mountains
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"waaaah the special effects are cheesy" "waaaah they play fast and loose with history" "waaaah it's full of progressive ideas" IT'S DOCTOR WHO BITCH do you go to an Italian restaurant and complain that there's pasta and tomatoes
#boring dudes on the internet: why is this basket full of bread#me: (stuffing breadsticks in my face as fast as I can)#fynn posts#doctor who
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last night I ate so much I threw up but it was kind of worth it for these pictures lol
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Stuffed (Post-Stuffing/Implied Vore)
This is just a super, Super, SUPER thirsty, rambling little mini-story (of sorts) I whipped up in about a half hour. It was actually inspired by me over-eating at a restaurant recently. Go figure. :P Enjoy, fellow weirdos. BE WARNED: THIS BE VERY, VERY KINKY BUSINESS.
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I belch deeply. The sound thunders through my innards, making something inside of me tremble. I can feel my guts squelch around something that used to be solid, mulching and pulping it further into a mushy paste that rests like the filling of a stress ball inside my belly. I groan, my face feeling warm and flushed. My cheeks must be mottled green and red, like some bizarre holiday experiment gone horribly wrong. The green would be because I. AM. SO. STUFFED. I can’t even move. I don’t WANT to move. My body is just…done. My belly roils and tosses, like the magma brewing in the bowels of an active volcano preparing to erupt. It takes every bit of personal effort I have to simply lift one shaky arm and slap my hand against my stomach. I bite my lip with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as I feel my taut, stretched, pinkish skin ripple from the blow. The red in my cheeks is the thought of how proud I must make him. I find myself whimpering as I think of how he’ll react when he comes home…my stomach is just aching to be pampered, as well as just plain aching. I hope, almost pray, he’ll give it the attention my body is begging for. I curl my toes, imagining his feather-light fingertips…then imagining how they might change their method from soft, simple strokes and caresses to a full-blown massage. I think of those hands, those beautiful hands, pressing down into my gut…I imagine the way it will feel, sensing the food inside of me being further broken up. Feeling lumps of nourishing goop liquefy as he presses, prods, and fondles my burgeoning middle. I fidget, wondering if he might even decide to kiss my tummy…tell me how good a job I’ve done, eating up every little morsel he left for me to consume. I have to eat it all up. Because every bit of me is going to be part of him. That’s why I’m eating so much. It hurts…but it feels SO GOOD. Not only the sensation of intense, over-embiggened fullness that makes my insides creak and wobble like a battered old windmill machine…but knowing that the more I eat, and the bigger I get…the bigger HE will get to. My blush intensifies, momentarily chasing away the green in my proverbial gills. Maybe…maybe he’ll make it happen tonight. Maybe I’m finally too tempting for him to resist. My heart beats faster as my breath - already labored due to the weight inside my stomach, and the lethargy flowing through my bloodstream - intensifies its own rate and pace. I’m already imagining him drooling over me as he walks into the room, teasing me with how big I’m getting. He’ll probably say something like, “Are you trying to beat my record, little morsel?” or perhaps, “My, my, what have we here? A piece of stuffed pork?” I almost pout. Almost. He has a tendency to say such rude things when he sees me getting ready for my eventual date with his own belly…but I know he’s just being affectionate. There’s no lechery and no malice in those words, just playful teasing. It’s just his way. And I…I feel no real shame. After all, he’s MASSIVE compared to me, even at this point, and he never feels any shame at all. Not when he moans and belches and coos over the good little meal sitting in his stomach…not when he admires his ever-growing mass in the mirror, and murmurs sweet nothings to the tiny pieces of pudge that still remain semi-sentient inside his girth. Folds of blubber he lovingly tends to every day…or sometimes allows me to tend to, with the ever-present reminder I’ll be part of him, like all the others. The bigger I am, and the less ashamed of it I am, the more he praises me, and tells me how proud he is of me. And the happier he is, the happier I am…the BIGGER he is, the more filled with satisfaction I am. My stomach lurches and I groan, the green overriding the crimson once more. I don’t know how he STANDS eating so much, though…he makes it look so easy when he has someone kicking and squirming inside his stomach. He doesn’t seem to break a sweat while they slowly melt away, over days and days, inside his body. He doesn’t seem remotely bothered when the wiggles fade and there’s only him, nothing more. Just him. I whimper and whine, running my fingers over my compact underbelly. Even now, I know that if he were to swallow me, in this very moment…I wouldn’t make a dent in his giant, hulking body…and that only makes me want it so much more. I’ve seen the way he drools over me whenever I eat so much, and lay here, waiting for him to return and tell me if I did a good job. He always does, encouraging me and kissing my cheek, reminding me of how I’m going to give him So. Much. Gas. Burping in my face and teasing me when I belch as well from how bloated my stomach has become. Every day this sort of thing happens, he says some variation of the same thing: “It’s so hard to hold back. I’m so hungry just looking at you. Someday, soon, I’ll take you, and you will be mine. Mine forever. No more you. Only me.” I close my eyes, focusing on the bubbling in the lowest portion of my swollen stomach. As it settles, I feel my lips curl upwards. Something in there just slipped deeper into my intestines…I wonder how long it would take for me to end up in his, to any degree. Maybe I won’t have to wait long. I can hear the door opening and closing downstairs. Now I’m able to sense his footsteps…so heavy…like the footsteps of a giant. Of a God. He’s so BIG. And I’m just here to make him bigger. I’m so eager for when that happens. Please make it today. Please, tell me I’m irresistible. That you have to have me inside of you now. Please, swallow me. Make me more of you. Nothing will make me feel more fulfilled, even if the food you give me does, indeed, make me feel most full AND filled. As the door opens, I’m already imagining his hot, steaming maw, pulling itself wide open before me, for a kiss that will be deeper than any other, and completely without end. I’m already imagining his horrible yet beautiful breath and those sharp, pointed teeth tickling my skin. I’m helpless. I can’t move with this heavy cargo inside my belly. I hope that’s a sign that I’m ready to take the plunge. Am I his dinner, or must I wait longer, and be forced to eat another day so that he can be even more gorgeously humongous, all thanks to me? For me, it’s a win-win situation…but somehow, as I see those greedy, needy eyes peer at me from the doorway, I already know. I’m about to make him feel exactly the way I feel now. Completely. Totally. “UUUUUURRRRRRRRP!” Stuffed.
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So I wanted an excuse to imagine the modern characters meeting baby Bill and to do impossible sci-fi things to Bill's brain in Theraprism. And throw in an amnesia plot just because.
Since escaping Theraprism didn't work, Bill's decided to cheat. Unfortunately the only official way a patient leaves Theraprism is via reincarnation, which means losing his memories. But he's found a way to trick them into releasing him, AND guarantee he'll get his memories back.
All he has to do is REMOVE his so-called "traumatic" memories (which TOTALLY didn't traumatize him, he SWEARS), get cleared to leave, and then reabsorb his memories later.
And he does this by... physically separating his various traumatic experiences into separate people. With magic.
Each removed facet of Bill's past only remembers their own portion of his memories, with only hazy memories of anything before their assigned era.
In effect this means Bill's memory clones work as if some time traveler had plucked a bunch of Bills from different points in his life out of the timeline: a baby Bill with baby memories, a child Bill with child memories, etc. And one modern Bill who doesn't remember much of anything anymore.
It's totally working, though! This is the most mentally healthy Bill's EVER BEEN. He's. He's SO mentally healthy, guys. Menetally healthy. Mealthy. he's f ine.
Please believe him.
He's gonna convince the therapists there's nothing wrong with him in NO time.
(The irony is that, lacking the baggage of a trillion years of medical trauma, fear of captivity, and distrust of authority, he might actually go "Whoa, I think something's wrong with me. Don't discharge me, I need help." Another flawless Bill plan backfires!)
Meanwhile, he's smuggled all his memory clones out of Theraprism and they're just running around somewhere. It's fine! He can find them when he's free! Bill can't think of any reason why a bunch of lost children who look exactly like Bill Cipher would run into any trouble! Especially since he can't remember doing anything that would make a lot of people hate him or anything like that!
they'll be fine don't worry about it
#bill cipher#baby bill cipher#the book of bill#gravity falls#gravity falls au#fanart#my art#theraprism#(Bill while basically artificially inducing DID and then magically stuffing his alters in other bodies so he can't recover those memories:)#(''This'll totally convince the shrinks that I'm at the peak of mental health!'')#(anyway this is your Substitute Art Post for the week since i'm not getting a chapter out.)
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three realm sandwich (deconstructed) but make it a sleep chart
#gonna start cross posting/queuing some stuff from twt#of course I had to do the sleep chart first#yes their poly ship name is three realm sandwich#but the sandwich seems to be stuffed with a few too many humans ngl....#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#three realm sandwich#icedoesart#๋࣭ ⭑⚝ esther posting
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Back to tumblr!!!!🤩😛🥰
See how tight this outfit is?😉😛😂
I’ll be posting more on here from now❤️😉🤩
Who wants to see me stuff myself till I can’t anymore?
Maybe my belt would rip!😉🥰😂
#cute fatty#fat#fat anime#fat piggy#feedee belly#feed#get me fatter#juicy fat ass#looking for a feeder#feed me#feedee encouragement#feedee girl#feedee piggy#feederist#feeding kink#stuffed feedee#feedee feeder#feeder wanted#first post#fat girls#fatty#fat belly#fat gut#fatty piggy#gaining fat#stuffed fatty#soft tummy#tummy kink#belly gainer#belly expansion
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No baby, of course you can't eat a whole cake.
Just have as much as you want now, and we can save the rest for later.
Here I poured you a glass of milk to wash it down with too.
I cut you a couple slices - well you always get a second one anyway, I thought I'd save you time.
Gone already? Let me grab another piece - no, I insist. You deserve to indulge yourself a little.
How much have you had? Why are you worrying about a silly thing like that. Here, this is just a small piece, I'm sure you have room.
Come on cutie, don't act shy - I know you want to ask for more. Here, I won't even cut a piece, just break off a little morsel and feed it to you.
See? That was easy to gulp down wasn't it? I bet you can eat another little piece like that.
And another.
And another.
Come on now, be a good pet and finish the last piece, you're so close now. It would be a shame to leave such a little bit left over. There you go, slump back gorgeous and feel your gut spread. You did so good for me.
I knew you could do it. That's why I got another cake for tomorrow - just in case there weren't any leftovers.
#stuffd posts#feeder kink#feedee encouragement#feeding kink#stuffing#weight gain kink#dom feeder#wg text#queer feedism#queer feeder#queer feedist
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