#super fox plush

[puppygrrrraham]

Creeplushie cat gender ^_^

Feeling a strong connection to Minecraft creepers, plushies, orange cats, a mix of those, all three, or just this specific image :3

!! Flag and name made by me !!

Ideas for neopronouns

meow/plush/cat/craft/plushie/green/🌿/🐈/🧸/ etc… ^_^

[yesioarts]

First off, I been really busy lately so drawing has been difficult. In the meantime, LET ME SHOW OFF SOME RECENT PURCHASES !!!!!

I spent WAY too much on this silly funko set, but they look so cool 😞

And also !!!!!! Three new plushies came in :3c I LOVE HOW CLASSIC SONIC LOOKS 😭😭😭 He is such a little guy!!!!!

[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 2nd April 2024

↳ Smudge Fox

"Forest frolics with this dreamy cub!"

[ivelostmymarblez]

Slurpity slurp slurp

Took the guy on a car ride

[makeshiftstory]

So many things are going on like my favorite horror projects, Welcome Home and Pendog Creative Library are updating soon as well as the fast approaching Pokemon Day. Though, where are the Foxlings going with all those sewing supplies?

[alexthesupernintendogamer-blog]

I found this cute Tails plush on eBay 🦊

[squirrelhunterz]

Festival Fox 🦊

[starrffax]

Commission for Landmark520 on FA. Thanks so much for the comm. It was fun to draw so many foxes, and do a silly picture like this.

Enjoy everyone!

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[gayfellers]

i got the fox and skullcat plushies!!! hooray!!! :3

i know i probably dont have much sar fans following me but i hope this post gets them here

[camellia-thea]

i made the mistake of opening the jellycat website.

they have a jack russell now. it has one black spot across its back like jazzy.

[sixeyesonathiel]

warmth waits here

artic fox hybrid satoru x bunny hybrid reader, fluff, 1.4k wc.

a/n: ik artic foxes are small but i promise i did this on purpose. he’s simply got that tall frame that makes the whole cute, fluffy hybrid thing a little more fun. honestly, the contrast is what makes it work! i just can't picture him as a super serious snow leopard—he's too silly and mischievous for that for me :P

the marketplace buzzes with early chatter, snow crunching under the boots of villagers wrapped in thick wool and fur, faces flushed with cold and laughter. the scent of spiced bread, pine sap, and roasted chestnuts curls in the winter air, curling through stalls adorned with ribbons, baubles, and hand-carved trinkets that shimmer under the pale sunlight. garlands of dried berries and leaves twist around the beams of merchant stalls, the gentle flicker of lanterns fighting against the crisp morning.

but satoru—tail high and white as new snow, ears twitching with every rustle of fabric and step—isn’t interested in trinkets or tarts. no, his pale blue gaze has already locked onto something far sweeter.

there you are.

nestled beneath a thick cloak two sizes too big, arms bundled with soft herbs and neatly folded cloth, your nose pink from the bite of the cold. bunny ears droop with the quiet exhaustion of someone who hasn’t quite woken up yet. your steps are soft, barely lifting from the ground, the pads of your feet muffled in plush boots. you move like a drifting snowflake, light and almost hesitant to land, the frost clinging to your lashes like sugar dusted on bread.

his prey.

“you always look like you’re about to collapse,” satoru calls, voice slow and syrupy like warm syrup, echoing slightly from his perch atop the wooden railing near the frozen fountain. one leg dangles, the other propped up lazily, and his fur-lined coat flutters just slightly in the breeze, pale strands of hair catching the golden morning light.

his words hang in the air, little clouds of teasing warmth.

you jump a little, surprised, then glance up, hugging your bundle tighter. cheeks puffed with embarrassment, ears twitching low. your eyes widen, lashes already dusted with frost. “i’m okay...” you mumble, voice thick with sleep, soft and small. your fingers tighten their grip on the herbs as if they might anchor you.

he grins wide enough to flash fang.

“mmhmm. you sure you didn’t dream-walk here?” he leans forward dramatically. “say, wanna trade your bundle for a pastry and a scandalous rumor about the florist’s cat?”

you blink up at him, bewildered. “…what?”

he’s already leaping down, landing with a fox-like bounce, snow scattering around his boots. his white tail flicks with satisfaction, brushing against the hem of your cloak in passing.

“too late. i insist. i, as your future husband, demand you rest those dainty arms before you crumple like a croissant.”

“you’re not—” your voice pitches up slightly, flustered. “you’re not my husband...”

“yet,” he chimes sweetly, already plucking the bundle from your arms with careful fingers. he sniffs it. “mmm. rosemary. calming. you sure you don’t make these just so you can be the softest thing in the square?”

“...this isn’t how people court,” you murmur, your hands hovering awkwardly, the absence of the bundle leaving your arms oddly empty.

“elaborate schemes. dramatic entrances. feeding you things with frosting. and occasionally stealing your laundry to return it folded with a single flower tucked inside. classic wooing.”

you don’t know what to say to that.

he pauses, this time his voice dipping lower, his teasing smile gentling as his ears lower just a fraction. “you look like you didn’t sleep again. nightmares?”

there’s something about his tone—soft, aware—that makes your ears twitch.

you swallow. the dreams had been full of shifting forests and dark water, thorns under your feet, voices calling out in languages you couldn’t understand. things that linger like smoke even after waking.

“…yeah,” you whisper. “just... dreams.”

“don’t make that face,” he murmurs, adjusting the bundle in his arms carefully like it’s something precious. he tucks it neatly into the crook of his elbow, one hand splaying protectively over the folded cloth before offering you his free hand. his claws are tucked in, his fur warm against the blue cuff of his sleeve. snowflakes melt instantly where they touch.

“c’mon. i know a place. it’s sunny. quiet. no nosey villagers. i won’t even flirt.” he pauses, tilts his head. “much.”

you hesitate. the chill nips at your ankles, the bustle behind you feels too loud, and he’s watching you with that look—playful, yes, but not insincere. he jingles the bundle lightly like a promise.

“…okay,” you say softly.

you take his hand.

his fingers curl around yours immediately, warm, protective. the pads of his hand brush yours, and you shiver, not from the cold. your ears flush pink. he says nothing.

he just walks with you, tail swaying in rhythm beside your boots, the snow crunching under every step. he holds your bundle with absurd grace, adjusting it when the breeze tries to nip at the fabric, fingers brushing a bit of frost from the top. the walk takes you beyond the village’s edge, to the lake where bare trees arch like sleepy sentinels. a crooked birch stands alone near the edge, its bark ghost-pale, branches catching the gold-thread light.

“tada,” he says, tone grand. he kicks snow off a flat rock, then shrugs off his coat and spreads it out with a practiced flourish. “for her highness, the sleepy bunny.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you whisper, but your lips twitch.

you sit. the rock is cold, but his coat is thick and still carries the scent of him—snow, cedar, something faintly sweet like frozen berries. he places your bundle beside you with a precision that borders on reverence.

he sits beside you, close enough to share warmth. shoulder to shoulder. then, without a word, he wraps his tail around both your laps, plush and snowy, a gentle shield. your bundle rests neatly at your side, exactly how you held it, herbs tucked safe under the folded cloth.

this time, you really don’t complain.

the world seems to hold its breath. even the wind softens, rustling only the tips of brittle grass peeking through the snow. somewhere in the distance, a single bird sings—low and tentative, like it, too, is unsure if it’s safe to speak.

you lean into him slowly, unsure at first, like a leaf settling on water. your head finds his shoulder, ear brushing against the fur of his collar, and stay there. he stiffens for the briefest second—he always does when touch surprises him���but then exhales, long and low. a curl of white mist leaves his mouth and fades into the cold air.

your weight is so slight, it’s almost imagined. but he feels every bit of it.

your lashes flutter, your eyes barely open now, lips parted in the kind of drowsy calm he never quite understands—how someone so soft can still make him feel like his chest is being split open.

he turns his head, just a little. enough to catch the way your nose scrunches faintly in the cold, how the tips of your ears twitch even as sleep edges close. the white fur of his tail flicks once, then settles again across both your laps like a quilt.

“you know,” he murmurs, his voice nearly lost to the hush of winter, “most prey run from foxes.”

his breath stirs a few strands of your hair. he doesn’t know why he says it. maybe because silence is dangerous when his thoughts start pressing too close. maybe because he’s a little afraid of how quiet his heart becomes when you’re near—like even that part of him pauses to listen to you breathe.

your answer comes slow, slurred with sleep. “maybe i’m just too tired.”

your head tilts more fully into the crook of his neck. the warmth of your breath blooms faint against his skin, like thaw spreading across frost. it lingers, and so does the thud of his heartbeat against the cage of his ribs.

he lets out a small huff of laughter—barely there. his grin softens into something quieter, more real. something that would slip away if anyone else looked too long. “lucky for me,” he says, almost under his breath.

he doesn’t move. not even when his arm goes numb beneath you. not even when snow begins to fall again, soft as powdered sugar. he just sits there, holding still like the world might shatter if he disturbs it. if he disturbs you.

and as your breathing evens out, warm and close, satoru finds himself watching the clouds shift above the lake—quiet, unhurried.

for once, he thinks, he doesn’t mind staying still. not if it means you’ll be here when he does.

[idkfitememate]

Kinda random but I just remembered that the Animal!Creators SAGAU is yandere - I know you don’t see it a lot but that’s genuinely just because the Creator’s stay in their Nation’s ToT

If they were to travel, oohhhh the Nation’s would genuinely fall into war. Everyone’s creator is better fuck the other guys.

Boar is Mondstadt’s best thing since sliced bread. There’s a new protective order prohibiting the hunting of boars. Their home - if you remember Boar’s home from the first ttttwo chapters - is protected by the Knights of Favonious and wind spirits. A statue is being erected by Barbatos’s own in the center of the city.

Liyue would in fact kill for PGVishap no questions asked. They hold secret meetings to make sure there are jobs for Vishap to do all of the time because once there wasn’t and they got sad, and then the economy just actually collapsed - no Morax wasn’t involved hes dead what’re you talking about. They don’t have to worry about paying for anything ever, new businesses have literally been shunned into bankruptcy for even joking about such a thing. And thieves? Nonexistent now because one took a single mora from them. Never again.

As much shit as Fox causes, they are a staple for Inazuma. They’ve practically been turned into the nationally elected face of the Nation. Their face is on stamps and vendors make treats that look like them. Yokai have become more rampant but live in harmony because of that fox. There are books - YA novels and children’s books - written with them as inspiration and it’s even mused that nowadays one of the only ways to calm the Shogun is to allow her to pet their soft pelt for just a few moments.

The Tiger for Sumeru is like that of the most motherly librarian that can calm even the greatest of storms. A simple murr or soft yowl is all it takes to stop arguments between even the greatest of academics. They guide people through the desert for no thanks - as though the entire nation doesn’t throw a festival for each safe passage - and ensure shady salesmen have no place on the bazaar. Aranara are constantly stalking their trail and the Irminsul itself seems to glow brighter at their presence.

Fontaine would quite literally die without their Sea Star Otter. Plays, operas, and musicals have been written in their name - dedicated, for or about the Otter. There have been fashion lines and entire buildings named after them. You won’t be seen as chic without the newest Otter handbag or seashell heels or sea foam dress or deep blue top hat. Everyone wants an otter now - but all otters are to be taken to the large otter sanctuary made in their honor, so they may live out their best lives. The Melusine are the highest members in the exclusive Otter fan club, but unfortunately the president is constantly missing… he’s probably off somewhere conducting so super serious business and not cuddling with a huge Otter plush…

Natlan has actually almost gone to war over Deer. A huge chunk of land has been officially delegated as their territory - Deer’s own little clan space. Pretty much all the Saurians have moved and migrated into the space, forming possibly the biggest nest - though some would argue it was a castle - in their name. There is a new sport named after them. There is a new fighting style made after them. The deer is damn near worshiped - not damn near they just say that so the Deer won’t feel a bit bad about being worshiped. (Can you tell my knowledge on Natlan is lacking)

All this to say that when the Archons meet for their monthly tea session they absolutely argue who is better while The Creators just catch up.

(Also a casual reminder that there is kinda a cannon with which specific Creators are “cannon” and which aren’t)

“I’ll have YOU know that Boar is the best-“

“Oh yes when they constantly set off your allergies?”

“ILL HAVE YOU KNOW THEY DO A BUNCH FOR THE NATION SO YOU SHUT UP-“

“I much prefer the nice quietness of Fox.”

“Like when they destroy your nation every other week?”

“Okay, what is going on with you Morax?”

“Just simply pointing out the flaws of everyone else’s ’creator’ compared to our dearest and kindest Primo Geo Vishap.”

“The stock market collapse of XXX - aka last week.”

“That was the fault of the PGV not leaving them any work on accident-“

“I think Tiger deserves some credit-“

“NONE OF YOU ARE ANYTHING COMPARED TO OTTER!!! THEY ARE A STAR!!!-“

“What is 2x3-7(42)^9 + 17(55x71)-23?”

“Uh-“

“Exactly so as I was saying about Tiger-“

“Deer’s just the sweetest little thing!~~”

“… I hate all of you.”

“I STILL THINK BOARS THE GREATEST-“

*sounds of extreme arguing that devolves into actual fighting*

“… Why is it always my bar. Why does he always volunteer my bar. I hate this. I hate him. I hate it here.”

I’m sorry I had too-

[waylonskinz]

I drew some of my plushies today! They kinda turned out weird because my hands were super shaky when I was doing the lineart, and I only have crayons to colour with lol, but they're cute!

First off, Bowie! My Webkinz Signature artic fox! I'll put irl pictures of the plush too so you can see the difference

Next is Lucky my Douglas golden retriever!

And last, but not least, Mitzie, my Douglas st bernard!

My hands were especially shaky when doing Mitzie's, and I think it's obvious lmao

Anyway- see y'all! Bye!

[jellycatstuffies]

If you were tasked with coming up with a new jellycat concept what animal color and texture would you choose and what would you call it?

This might be super unpopular, but I want a soft terry cloth texture Jellycat Line, I love terry cloth. I would simply call them Terry Bear, Terry Puppy etc... The colors would be "gentle", the opposite of Jellycat's bright and colorful designs. Maybe a baby blue or a light brown.

My second new design idea that I really would love to see would be Jellycats flying plush airplanes. (The pilot would be removeable from the airplane of course) And I want the Jellycat inside the airplane to be big enough to cuddle, like Medium Bashful size. So this would be a larger plush overall.

The texture for that would be the "Super Softies" texture that the Snuglets have (eg. Barnaby Pup, Beckett Fox, Benji Koala, Brodie Monkey etc..) or the "Beautifully Scrumptious" texture. Just the softest Jellycat texture all around. I would probably call them "Pilot Pup", "Pilot Bunny", "Pilot Hamster", "Pilot Kitten" etc... It needs to happen.

Also, here's a hamster in an airplane just because:

[pick-a-plush]

I would like to request SunLemon plushies please! Their "Hiza/Knee" line in particular is lovely, they're super floppy and cuddly

Sounds amazing! These are super cute! Let’s do it!

[halowishes]

march favs!

what i recommend this month <3

ships: a very sakuatsu month for me

every lover in the form of stars

t. 51k. produce 101/ idol au.

atsumu’s company sends him into pd101 and he does everything to debut. tons of references to kpop/ idol culture. i love a fic that understands AND expands on ideas like humanity, imperfection, passion, and pride. this read was profound, moving, dazzling and i loved it. what i wouldn’t give for a sequel <3

flyboy

e. 50.6k. F1 au.

f1 team principal sakusa gets sent to hyogo where he oversees a newly assembled team of rookies. and motogp champion atsumu lends a helping hand for his ex fling omi??? loved the way kiyoomi’s introspection, insecurity, and ptsd were handled in this fic. plot, world building, characters, prose. a lovely read. (and part of a series!)

there are no losers in this game

t. 4.5k. valentine’s day skts!

love is powerful enough to make THE sakusa kiyoomi an embarrassing and impulsive mess— i just know that’s right! a sneak peek into the daily lives of sakuatsu: morning tea, casual touches, work events. love and romance are in the little things <3

i’ll see you in court, motherfucker

t. 2.4k. post-op omi.

omi gets his appendix removed and finds out he has a husband? who’s incredibly hot? and sweet? and his???? such an adorable fic of insane(ly in love) sakuatsu in their married life. i love when kiyoomi is written as ridiculous and immature but only for atsumu :3

playground husband

e. 59.7k. idol atsumu x actor omi.

skts go on the reality show we got married! where they go on dates/ go furniture shopping/ do missions as husbands! the fic (like the show) is a little ridiculous, very cute, and full of fluff. although this was 10 chapters, they went by quickly! this one is for my strangers to lovers girlies (ft a hint of spice).

notte stellata

t. 20.8k. ice dancing/ skating au.

the entire ice dancing/ skating careers of sakusa kiyoomi and miya atsumu. spanning an entire 22-year story into 20k words is a feat in itself, but to write it beautifully and elegantly? that’s a damn gift. it’s amazing. if you haven’t read it, you should. definitely cried and screamed after finishing it.

generous

e. 5.1k. mid skip.

in celebration of sakusa kiyoomi’s birthday, atsumu does the absolute most to please his man❤️ mid-skip established sakuatsu is so dear to me and i just love how winterwaltz6 writes their dialogue. this was super hot and surprisingly sweet <3. obsessed with how they wrote the ldr aspects of the relationship.

after hours

e. 69.1 k. a/b/o.

more winterwaltz6 bc they’re so talented! i never thought i’d find so much joy in an omegaverse fic but this one was so different from others. office romance, developing feelings, fwb, and no angst! it’s such a good slow burn and i loved how the a/b/o traits and identities were explored <3

you never want to stop (so go)

g. 3.9k. canon compliant.

atsumu brings a fox plush into omi’s apartment. omi gets used to it (amongst other things). i love reading kiyoomi learning how to embrace touch and discover more about atsumu!! it is always so gentle and sweet and this was a prime example of that.