#plushieverse

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Hammer related plushie showcase because why not?

As someone with a great attachment to comfort objects and also hyper empathy, I have collected a lot of stuffies over the years. And, of course, a lot of them are named after blorbos! So I thought I’d showcase them all for funzies. 😊

So first off, pretty sure that this was the start of the ‘plushies with Hammer related names’ saga: Christopher and Peter! Chris being a bat is obvious and idk, the little teddy bear gave me Cushy vibes. I love his little smile and his dapper bow tie and it reminded me of him. 😊

(Fun fact, Chris featured in my Van Helsing cosplay! I had him clipped to my shoulder bag)

Next up we have more bats, these are (from left to right) Lorrimer, Lawrence, and Henry. I got Lawrence first and because in Swap!AU his bat form is a Pipistrelle bat (which is brown and fluffy) I decided to name it after the boyo! Lorri came later and it fit perfectly because smaller brown bat. I take the two with me to uni often and Lorri can perfectly nestle into Lawrence’s wings 🥹 Henry was named Henry because he’s got a bit of a confused look and I thought it fit XD

I also own a Noivern and a Noibat (both from conventions), Noibat is Fordyce because his eyes radiate anxiety and Noivern is Spieldorf because I thought Fordyce could use a protective buddy to shield him from nerves!

The grey shorkie is Blyss, I actually specifically ordered him because I wanted a shark plushie to name after him (it really makes me happy to hug the blorbo-named plushies and Blyss huggies were very important) and then the Blåhaj is Miguel, I got him a few weeks ago and I thought it fit perfectly. They are so cute together with Blyss fitting on his bf’s forehead 🥰

And then finally, bears! Now Sherlock is an obvious one of course, I bought him at the Sherlock Holmes museum (you have to enter the gift shop to get your tickets and I saw him already and I was like ‘ohhhhh no there goes my money once I’m done looking through the museum XDDDD). In my defense, how could I have left him there while he was looking at me with those pleading eyes? 🥺 (I swear at this point I have more empathy for stuffies and fictional characters than for people 💀) and then the ‘floppy’ bear is Michael. I have owned him since early childhood (might have even had him as a baby?) and he is the most recent addition, this was also a blorbo that definitely needs hugs and I had never given this bear a name before so I thought his somewhat worn look fit perfectly! 😊 right picture is complete bear fam with Peter too.

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The Mysterious Purple Archer

I’m tired as hell, but guess what? I finally got around to do Clint for my Plushieverse series! It only took me 500 years, but hey, I deliver EVENTUALLY.

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“What did you want to be when you were a child?” Tony asks as he digs around in the newest version of the Iron Man armour.

He feels more than he sees Clint look up and stare at him, mostly because the sound of him digging through one of the many heaps of scrap lying around in the workshop suddenly ceases.

“I can’t really remember,” Clint says after several moments of thoughtful silence. “I guess I was too busy with other things to think about the future.”

“Hm.” Tony can see why Clint would say that, although he can’t really say he can speak from experience. For him, the future cannot come soon enough. It could never arrive soon enough, even as a child. The present is usually just full of limitations. He winches a little as he tries not to think of his own father as a limitation, and shakes the unbidden thought off.

He whirls the screwdriver in his hand once before setting it away, looking up to Clint.

“You didn’t set out to become a master archer?” he asks, teasing.

Clint laughs out lout.

“Sure, because that’s obviously where the money lies.”

He pauses. Then he adds, “I guess getting all that sweet cash is more important than lofty dreams when your belly is chronically empty.”

There is little worse than an empty belly. This time, Tony can speak from experience. The taste of hot sand is hard to forget.

“Speaking of empty bellies,” he says aloud. “I could really go for a donut or two. How about you?”

Clint raises his eyebrow at him.

“Dude, I could eat a ten-course meal and still find the room for a donut. Lead the way, rich friend.”

*

Being with Clint is really simple. He might not be a perfect fit for any type of society, but he manages to find his own space next to anyone. Tony wonders if it’s a skill that came to him naturally, or if it was something that he had to acquire at some point. Tony has tried to figure it out in the past, but the jury is still out.

Whichever it might be, Clint is easy to be around. Which makes it sometimes hard to remember that he is around, because unlike people like Thor or Steve, his presence is entirely unobtrusive.

That tendency also makes him hard to figure out.

Tony stares at his sketchbook and feels thoroughly uninspired. He’s not sure what Clint would want, and he doesn’t want this to be purely an exercise in obligation. That would be meaningless.

So he continues staring at the notebook and continues feeling uninspired.

But then he thinks of the talk he had with Clint the other day. And something about it doesn’t feel quite right. He doesn’t think Clint lied to him, but then… it also doesn’t feel like Clint actually told him the truth.

One small thing.

One small thing keeps nagging him.

And Clint is hard to read, but Clint is also a complicated person, and Clint, well Clint was also a child, once upon a time.

Tony himself was never particularly good at being a child, but there are things about children that he understands.

He grins to himself. Then he sets the pen to paper.

*

“What.” Clint’s voice comes out perfectly flat. “Is. That.”

Tony looks up from his tablet, where he had just been messaging with Bruce a few floors down, trying to entice him to some unsafe lab practice, and Bruce steadfastly refusing.  

“What? It’s the mysterious Purple Archer, obviously.”

“That outfit is ridiculous.”

Tony sighs loudly.

“He’s a superhero, Clint. It’s supposed to be ridiculous.”

“I wasn’t aware superheroes were supposed to be ridiculous.”

“Don’t be silly, Clint, of course they are. Why would you ever want a superhero to not be ridiculous? You have to be ridiculous to think you can save humanity from itself.”

Clint shoots him a look that clearly spells that the only thing he thinks is ridiculous is clearly Tony himself.

“It’s yours, by the way,” Tony adds casually. Clint probably already guessed, but still, it’s important to be clear here.

Clint’s eyes wander back to the plushie. He looks at the enormous purple mask with the two spiky tips, the equally aggressive purple costume with its crossing strips and the initial ‘H’ on its chest, the little black compound bow with different types of arrow, each of them colour-coded and neatly put away in a quiver. It’s completely over the top and it’s very obviously done so.

“Really.” Clint says.

“Really,” Tony replies. He abandons his tablet and an unwilling Bruce, and reaches out for the plushie instead. He carefully reaches for one of the little side pockets attached to the costume and opens it. “Look, it even has some snacks, in case of emergency.”

“REALLY.” Clint repeats.

Then he is silent for a moment, and stares at the bear in front of him.

He laughs out loud.

“Honestly, Tony, I have no idea what to do with you,” he confesses as his laughter winds down. “I will never figure out how your brain works.”

But before Tony can reply, he reaches out for the plushie and lifts it up.

“Thanks, I guess.”

The next moment, he is gone.

Looks after him and sighs deeply, but it is a sigh of relief. Another mission that has ended successfully, he dares to assume.

“Superheroes aren’t ridiculous, my ass,” he mumbles under his breath. “And that from Clint Barton, of all things. I should have gotten him a mirror instead.”

“Noted, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. interjects drily.

Tony glares at the ceiling, because REALLY now. His creations somehow live to defy him.

But then, he would be lying if he said he hated that.

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Hiya friends! I’m mostly back! Finals are in a few weeks but I needed a break from studies so I caught up with some friends and did some doodles! Here’s my plushie boy 💚

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03 Apr 2025: lil' bun x BIG BUN

These are my husband's plushies Mike and Roland in their guardian angel forms. I doodled them to help loosen up from not drawing for months

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my pfp is literally the thumbnail

of #spike brawl stars

That’s so funny

[spikeplushiehaj]

ok so we have the blahajverse

what if we made the plushieverse (I just wanna join)

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you can probably see this coming but: another teddy bear fic?anyone who doesn't have one yet

Guess what? THERE IS NO THOR BEAR. Now that needed to be remedied.

Not as long as I would have liked, but I wrote A Thing. Yay?

Thor is loud and boisterous. He doesn'tbelieve in things like an “inside voice” and if he wasn't anactual demigod, one might be tempted to call him a frat boy. He mighteven be flattered, in a way. But then, you never really know withgods.

Thor is thunder and flash, literally.That is why it is easy to forget that there is also a very differentside to him, one that is calm and quiet and wise beyond humanunderstanding. It's very easy to see him as the one-dimensional imagethat he really is not, and it's very difficult to start seeing allthe little nuances that make Thor what he is.

Tony knows that he has only just begun to put together the smallest part of the puzzle that is Thor.

Tony finds Thor on top of the Tower, onthe observation deck, sitting on a bench and staring up into theseemingly endlessly blue sky. The weather is nice and warm today, andTony can just feel the temptation to lie in the sun all day and donothing.

Tony wordlessly takes a seat next toThor and looks up into the sky, too. Looking up into the sky stillmakes him a little nauseous, sometimes; the memory of a dark holetearing it open creeping up on him unbidden far more often than helikes to admit.

He is sure that when Thor looks up intothe sky, he sees something entirely different, though. Tony wonderssometimes if Thor perceives the world differently from them, if hesees things that humans are unable to. Normally, this curiosity wouldinevitably lead him to ask Thor a thousand questions and maybe run afew tests, but he has a feeling that all he would get as an answerwould be one of Thor's many mysterious smiles.

“Is it difficult?” he finds himselfasking instead.

Thor shoots him a sideways look, butthey both know that the other one has a sharp mind, and playing dumbwould be entirely pointless. Tony knows that Thor understoodimmediately what he was referring to.

“Sometimes,” Thor answers thequestion after a moment's pause. “The time when my heart belongedto one place was an easier one. But never have I rued the day thatbrought me here. I have lost, arrogance and ignorance and peace ofmind. The certainty that things are as they should. But more thanthat, I have gained. I have grown. My misfortune has turned out tohave been a fortune all along. And for that, I am grateful.”

“I hope for you that you will neverget to the point where you're forced to choose,” Tony replies,unable to keep a sigh out of his voice.

Thor remains quiet and does not reply,but the silence is not entirely uncomfortable. There is not much Thorcould say to that, anyway, Tony figures, since there will probablycome a day when Thor is forced to make choice he is unwilling to makejust now. And Thor is very much aware of that.

“You have been busy,” Thor sayseventually, smoothly changing the topic.

“Yes,” Tony replies and smileslightly. “I've been working on something. Specifically, somethingfor you.”

Thor turns his head and levels Tonywith a look and a raised eyebrow.

“I know, what can you possibly give aprinceling who already has all the riches in the world andcomes from a place much more technologically advanced?” Tonyteases, but he's smiling, and Thor is smiling back at him. “I'mstill waiting for some of that tech to make it on my work bank, by the way.”

Tony hesitates for a  moment, but heeventually pulls out the plush toy he has been hiding. This moment isalways very embarrassing, and Tony finds himself wishing to sink intothe floor. But Thor has probably already known that this was coming,and had patiently let Tony steel himself for it.

The bear is a light blond, and it iswearing Thor's armour and red cape. The outfit is completed with aremovable helmet, the silly winged helmed that Thor actually wearsonly rarely and that everybody loves making fun of. The little wings cover the ears of the bear when worn, and it looks, frankly speaking, adorable.

In one hand, thebear holds a copy of Mjölnir. The bear has a small magnet inits hand, so the hammer can be detached and “magically” bereturned back into Thor Bear's hand.

“You have to squeeze the hammer,”Tony says.

Thor looks up at him, his expressionpretty clear in its meaning.

“Okay, no,” Tony says withconviction. “Not that you're not attractive and all, but just no.Don't make me think about things like that.”

Thor shrugs a little, as if such athing doesn't require any larger reaction than that, but he dutifullyreaches out and give Thor Bear's hammer a gentle squeeze.

The hammer responds by sending aharmless little spark of lightning across Thor's fingers.

Thor laughs out loud, delighted.

He immediately tries it out at leastfive times more, laughing every time the spark dances along hisfingers.

“What a formidable beast,” heexclaims.

And then he reaches out, but not forthe bear, but for Tony. He gives him the biggest, warmest, mostengulfing bear hug that Tony has ever been the recipient of.

“Thank you, my friend,” Thor says.“It is an excellent present.”

Tony says nothing. But he definitelyhugs back just as strongly.

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A Set (Plushieverse)

Oh look, I finally got off my ass and wrote another plushie fic! This time featuring Bruce!

Tony, as Tony had the tendency to do, simply popped up one day and more or less forced the giant, angry green plush bear into Bruce's arms. He had effectively taken Bruce by surprise, so Bruce had wrapped his arms around the bear without thinking as soon as Tony had shoved it into his direction. For one moment, Bruce stood in the middle of the hallway, slowly realising that Tony had just handed him a Hulk Bear, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do with it.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” he called after Tony, who was already retreating to the elevator, probably to escape back to his workshop. He did that a lot, Bruce noticed, popping up, handing people things, and then vanishing just a quickly.  

“It's a present,” Tony threw over his shoulder together with a smirk, and with JARVIS' timely help, he was already gone the next moment.

“Well,” Bruce said to no one in particular, standing in the hallway with the frankly enormous plush toy, feeling awkward and trying to remember what he had been up to before Tony had suddenly assaulted him.

He had no use for a plush toy, really.

Especially not one of his angry counterpart. 

After a lot of deliberation, the toy ended up on top of a dresser in Bruce's private rooms. He didn't actually want the bear, but it had been a present and like all of Tony's teddy bears, it was hand-made and one of a kind. Throwing it away would have been pretty awful, Bruce figured. Although he did wonder why Tony had given him a Hulk Bear at all. If anything, he would have appreciated a Bruce Bear, and he had thought Tony would have known that.

So he put the green, ugly thing on top of a dresser and kind of forgot all about it, as much as one could forget an obnoxiously green bear sitting in the middle of his living room.

He only remembered it again when he stayed in his rooms a few days later, after a particularly bad mission where the Hulk had gotten slightly out of control. Bruce had turned back into his normal form once the Hulk had finally calmed down, feeling like he had been chewed on and then spat out again.

So Bruce was aimlessly wandering through his own rooms, exhausted and not feeling up for human contact at the moment, when he came across the dresser with the Hulk Bear sitting on top of it.

Only now, a much smaller bear sat next to the giant green bear; a bear with brown curls, glasses, and a lab coat. It was quite obvious what it was supposed to be: a Bruce Bear.

Bruce was simultaneously pleased and also a bit annoyed. Why give him a Hulk Bear after all, when Tony had obviously planned on making a Bruce Bear from the beginning? And why sneak it into Bruce's room when he wasn't around?

Bruce hadn't really planned to say anything, but the next time he met Tony, he couldn't help but mention the curious case of the two bears anyway.

Tony looked at him curiously when he mentioned the bear that had suddenly appeared in Bruce's rooms. “Ah,” he said, “the Brucie Bear isn't for you. That's Hulk's. I'd suggest leaving it alone, he seemed rather fond of it.”

Bruce goggled at Tony.

“Wait,” he said, carefully. “You gave the Other Guy a plushie of me?”

“Yeaaah?” Tony looked at him as if he was the confused one. “You get a Hulk plushie, so obviously the Hulk gets one of you. There, logical, right?”

It wasn't logical to Bruce at all, but then, Tony had always been brilliant and crazy in equal measures. You probably needed to be, to think that things like flying suit of armours were the obvious, logical answer to a problem.

After he had worked through his confusion, Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. “You actually gave him a plushie of me. And he put in on the dresser next to the Hulk Bear?”

“He did?” Tony asked, eyes sparkling with interest and excitement. “Well, I told him they were supposed to be a set.” He preened a little at the thought.

Crazy, definitely, Bruce thought to himself.

That evening, when he returned to his private rooms, he went to the dresser and looked at the two bears sitting on top of it in seeming harmony. They were actually quite cute, apart from the fact that the Hulk Bear was obnoxiously green and huge.  

“A set, huh,” Bruce murmured to himself.

He realised he would have to thank Tony for that one.