#prompts by plush

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 8: Cozy

(pop star AU) Emmet is always cozy with his giant joltik plush! maybe sometimes a little too cozy... (Emmet, you can't be sleeping in important meetings like that! stop it! wake up!!!) bonus (aka why Volo is folding his paper):

[mothmanthebreadwizard]

Day 27 - YouTuber Fanart

I knew I HAD to do Mithzan for this prompt when I saw this. I’ve been watching him for almost five years at this point and literally fall asleep to his videos. This man is my childhood and it’s been really cool to see his content change as I grow older.

[stagelightwhump]

Turn your Whumpee into a toy. Turn them into a doll and dress them up in little outfits. Turn them into a plushie and throw them in the washer. Turn them into Legos and rebuild them just to smash them apart. Turn them into a wind-up toy and let them wind down, over and over, until they climb someplace you can't find them right away.

Turn your Whumpee into a toy.

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee watches the whumper walk past their hiding location. With every step, their heart jumps in their chest. It takes everything in their power to keep their breathing shallow and quiet.

[zeeckz]

[ritz-regrezzez]

25 days of moodboards day fourteen! (plushie)

[spacewat3r]

Ikea shark I love you!!!!

Last day of fishuary yipppeeee next year I will try to do more during the month hopefully

@fish-daily

[butch-enjoyer]

Horrible scp idea!

A glock that makes you dance when it is pointed at someone and the words :

sir, get down!

Are said!

[oretal]

Day 2: Hippo

I decided to draw my childhood hippo plush! I was looking directly at it as opposed to looking at a photo of it like I usually do.

[oddsconvert]

Torn Apart 🧸☁️

C/W: Comfort item (teddy bear), plush whump, conditioned whumpee, kidnapped, captivity, carewhumper(?), threats of violence, emotional meltdown.

I wrote this in APRIL 2022! 😱 And never posted it. So I thought I'd post now, because why the hell not, have some content!!!

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Bitter tears stung Whumpee's eyes, running down their red-flushed cheeks as they paced their 'room'. Radiating with sheer rage; their head pounding, fists clenched and teeth gritted. Room. What a laughable word. Their prison, the basement - it was only ever referred to as their room by whumper, who seemed to think they were so generous and giving for allowing whumpee to sleep down there.

They needed to get their anger out. Punch a wall, scream the air from their lungs, break something to smithereens, ANYTHING. Before the dangerous urge of racing up those stairs and tackling whumper to the floor seems remotely feasible. Whumpee was well aware that that wouldn't achieve anything, if not only more pain. It was always pain.

Whumpee's eyes scanned the basement looking for inanimate objects to inflict their fury on. To be able to pretend for a moment that maybe that it was whumper, and they really did possess the ability to smash them to a million pieces and stamp on the remains.

But their prison was barely furnished. All that room had was a bed, a side table and an old, dusty lamp. To smash the lamp would mean they would have to remain in the darkness, that was out of the question. They couldn't bear the dark, the unknown and the terrors it brings, and whumper would definitely not replace the light any time soon.

Whumpee crashed on their bed, pulling their knees towards them as their chest tightened threatening to heave out sobs. Burying their head into their knees, they began to wail, unholy sounds that echoed in the room and were certain whumper could probably even hear. Feeling nauseous from how hard they cried, their throat raw and body quivering from the violent sobs.

Whumpee cried and cried and cried until their body ran out of fluid, the tears dried up and they sat silently heaving jagged breaths in their little ball. As whumpee untucked themself, they noticed teddy sat beside them on the bed this whole time like a silent guardian as they wept.

As much as whumpee hate whumper, they couldn't help but be ridiculously grateful when they came bounding through the door, whumpee's childhood teddy in their grip. Their comfort plush, the teddy that got them through many teary nights in their life - now with them during this horrific ordeal.

Whumpee wrapped it in iron-grip embrace against him as he cried into the cuddle. If teddy were alive, the hug would be suffocating. The squeeze only got tighter, as whumpee's face scrunched up in a fierce ball of anger before letting out a war cry of despair and ripping teddy to shreds. The stuffing flying astray in the area as two halves of the teddy were grasped in whumpee's hands.

The crying stopped. Their breathing stopped. All that remained was a wide-eyed horrified stare of realisation with the tears paused burning in their eyes as it hit them what just happened.

In pure blind rage and despair, they'd destroyed the only thing they had. The only thing that comforted them. The only thing that reminded them of home or even gave them a slither of hope of one day returning. They'd destroyed teddy. Whumpee began hyperventilating, frantically whimpering and mumbling to themselves as they scrambled to try and fix the broken toy.

"Nonononononono, p-please!" Whumpee's voice waivered with agony as they repeatedly slammed the two half's of the teddy together as though it would magically reassemble if they tried hard enough. Their body trembled violently with regret, the tears now once again resuming their flow but for a different reason now. It was like they were mourning with a friend.

Whumpee realised they had no choice, and with their tail tucked between their legs, stifling sniffles with a timid, fearful expression washing over them and teddy wrapped protectively in their arms; they made their way upstairs to whumper. Whumpee was told to never knock on whumper's study door unless it was an emergency, and where it might not be an emergency to whumper... it was the end of the world for whumpee.

It took everything within whumpee to muster the stregnth to rap on that door, their small frame shivering as it towered above them. When the door flew open to reveal a severely pissed whumper, about to fly off the handle at their captive but they were shocked at what they did next.

The brave face whumpee had put on had crumpled and their face was littered with fresh, hot tears as they held out the ripped stuffed toy towards whumper - their eyes widening with a mix of shock and perplexity as they recognised what they were being given. Lips quivering as they tried to find the words to beg, to plead.

"P-Please," Whumpee sniffed, "Please, f-fix him." Whumpee's voice escaped in a solemn whisper as they scrunched their eyes shut, expecting harsh curses to spew their way and maybe an agonising kick and chuckle. But whumper remained silent, his eyebrows furrowing as he searched the boy up and down.

"P-Please. I'm begging you. Please f-fix him, I-I'll do anything, I - I can't lose him-" Towards the end of whumpee's rambling a hoarse sob escaped his throat as he began to choke on tears, so worked up. Whumper reach out and gently scooped the teddy from the palms of whumpee's hands, whumpee wincing and whining when they felt the sensation of teddy leaving their hold. Whumper moved the plush around, inspecting the damage before giving whumpee a questioning look.

"You did this?" he sternly asked but there was evidence of sympathy in his voice. Lingering concern. Whumpee shyly nodded.

"I- I don't know w-why... It - It was an accident, please help fix him-" The pleading was pathetic. They both knew that. And as much as whumper knew he should punish whumpee for disobeying rules, interrupting him from his work - he couldn't turn down the request.

Whumpee waits for the inevitable strike. For whumper to fist their hair and drag them kicking and screaming downstairs and throw teddy in the bin. Maybe he deserves that.

But Whumper lifts whumpee's chin up as he continues to sniffle and hiccup, his stance limp as he stands petrified in the door way. As whumpee's tearful eyes come into view, whumper shoots him a look of mercy.

"Come on then," Whumper sighs, grabbing Whumpee's arm, "Let's get him patched up."

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Whumper had been working on teddy for what felt like hours now. He'd dragged whumpee down to the living room, made him a hot drink and draped him in blankets - even putting on his favourite show on the TV in hopes of distracting him from the surgery like procedure whumper was conducting on his teddy.

But every time whumper gazed over to check on whumpee, he was met with wide cautious eyes watching every move, every stitch and every cut.

"Watch your show, whumpee," `Whumper barked, Whumpee's eyes darting back to the screen, "-everything's going smoothly there's nothing to worry about."

"Will he be okay?"

The way whumpee referred to his teddy as a living being was concerning, whumpee was truly petrified for the bears sake. But Whumper found it adorable too, almost a childlike wonder to them.

"He'll be fine. Just needs a bit more work done." Whumpee slowly nodded and ducked his head into the blankets - waiting painstakingly long for the results.

Decades must have passed, whumpee felt a nudge to the blankets that made him squeak and jolt out his nest. Held before his eyes was teddy. Whole again. Whumpee grabbed it with excitement, his eyes lighting up as he inspected the craftmanship - you couldn't even notice it was ever broken. Whumper's face beaming with pride as he saw happiness and relief washing over his captive.

It didn't take long for whumpee to lunge onto whumper in a crushing, appreciative hug. Spluttering all forms of gratitude and praise.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. But next time you break teddy? There's no fixing him. I'll break you the same."

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Drabble taglist <3: @whatwasmyprevioususername  @whumpsday  @sparrowsage  @whumperfully  @wolves-and-winters @canislycaon24 @happy-little-sadist @darkthingshappen

IVE LOST MY WHUMP DRABBLE TAGLIST BC OF TUMBLR MESSING UP LINKS SO IF I MISSED YOU OR YOUD LIKE TO BE ADDED PLS LEMME KNOW 💞

[new-revenant]

For the plush au

Damain hides that his plush army is sentient from the rest of the family until he has Alfred help him make tiny leauge of assassin outfits. He proceeds to tie knives to their arms and sicks them on the joker after he sees Jason have a panic attack after Steph accidentally drags a tire iron across the Batcave floor while handing it to Jason while working on his bike. He will never admit to it but no one messes with his siblings without facing his wraith.

I’d still like to believe that the plush toys are very ineffective when it comes to hurting people. They just aren’t strong enough to carry their knives, and the Joker finds them hilarious. He tries to steal them but gets cut when he tries to pick them up. Damian kicks the Joker’s ass before he can do anything to the stuffed animals.

[thelemoncoffee]

my friend sent the trailer for the new Monster Prom game to our gc the other day, and after some waffling about what if i made my own monster prom oc even tho i know nothing about the game i decided to just get back on my standard bullshit and make an au instead

now as i just said, i don't know fuck off about Monster Prom- and the last time i made a ronpa MP post i got a hate anon frothing at the mouth for my plauged ronpa hands staining their holy monster dating sim- but i think we should do this anyways.

i think there should be an au where Saiouma are monsters in the MP universe and they're doing the usual saiouma dumbassadry. make them go to monster prom together, or whatever the fuck goes on in that game.

[izaartstyles]

Inktober X Cryptober Cuties Day 28: “Jumbo Plush”

A cute little witch won a giant prize: a Loveland Frogman plush!

[derangeddoodler]

Fnaftober/Faztober Day 27 : Plush Takeover

Context: I was originally gonna do a plush of the main 4 from the first game but I decided on just these twos. Went with something simple and cute for today, don’t have the energy for anything big.

[plushie-lovey]

I want to make an October Plushie Photo Challenge! I've got some ideas but I need help coming up with more. Reply to this post or send me an ask with prompts you'd like to see!!

[cowboy-kidd]

Bat / Izu - He/Him They/Them (🪵 callsign ; lonestar)

17 years old!! - official service dog in training - photosensitive - queer cowboy!!! - physical nonhuman - 100% sfw - silly lil boy - i did accidentally delete my account under the same name (or spvderbatz) - mostly active at night!! (pdt) - completely normal about batman and cowboys and vampires and the ocean (lying) - i block blank blogs (no bio, no pfp)

tags:

🪵 ; lonestar - personal/speaking tag

🪸; borealis - ocean posting

🦴 ; service dog duties - gifting things to ppl

🌱 ; mazapan - advice!

🕸 ; vampyr - vamp posting // 🥏 ; arf - pup posting

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

archive: @cowboy-kid-vault