A dense paw slinking over the in-between space under your chest and above your belly; itβs weight adds a comforting heft. The soft, worn well-loved fabric feels good on your skin. An unintelligible murmur stirs your attention to the face squishing against your shoulder. Soft, plush cheeks giving way to your more rigid structure, folds sinking and molding to your forms. Your plushie feels safe with you.
- 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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