the silky texture of the tightly wound thread that keeps the soft, rounded seams snuggled close together. the tired grooves of a worn, well-loved corded fabric. the gentle strands of stuffing reaching out from the seam that holds a heavy, pendulous limb. a stitch, anxiously weathered by devoted, repetitious touch. a lived-in, comfortable, familiar scent thatβs stirred from deep within the stuffing upon a mid-sleep cuddle. the soothing density provided by plastic beans in a cradled paw. the gentle heft under your head from a soft, polyfill laden belly.
- it/its
βοΈ cohostβs resident plushie βοΈ
squishy art, soft writing, & expressing my plushself. feeling the euphoria of thread and fabric that tethers me to a blissful, soft existence /// sometimes I am a yokai, other times a dog, occasionally a mouse as well.
other art - @blushingyokai
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in reply to @plushie's post:
uuuouggh thank you I was really in my feelings about textures yesterday ｑοΎ(οΎΒ΄Ο`οΎ)οΎο½‘