twenty years of Neil banging out the tunes!
I made a frankenplush version featuring him in his Glam Rock era:
(I didn't have a Fisher Price keyboard so I borrowed a kalimba instead)
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twenty years of Neil banging out the tunes!
I made a frankenplush version featuring him in his Glam Rock era:
(I didn't have a Fisher Price keyboard so I borrowed a kalimba instead)
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Cat's Chimerical Creations Lore: Mister Poison Paws
This is Mister Poison Paws the Robin / Scorpion Centaur:
Although he does indeed have poison inside his paws, his name is something of a misnomer, as anyone poisoned to death with his paws can also be resurrected with a second stab.
He enjoys combing his bird parts in order to remain nice and smooth. He also enjoys bullying his daddy by pretending he's about to poison-stab him, but then actually smoothing his head feathers down.
He likes to hide, and is very afraid of the concept of having fans. (I suspect he just doesn't want Minty to start following him around in search of "fame"). He likes to keep everything a secret, to the point where his catchphrase is "ssshhh!" accompanied by a claw lifted to his beak, and his 2024 letter to Santa was completely obscured with a "top secret!" sticker.
(Santa seemed to understand what it said though. Similar to the situation with Dancing Feet, this is presumably a Santa thing)
He enjoys true crime, spooky stories, and warm weather. Although he's mostly content to go with the flow, he can occasionally react badly to disappointment. When he realised that the three week break where both his parents were home was coming to an end, he got so stressed out at the concept that he repeatedly tried to poison his own head.
Luckily he's immune to his own poison, and these days my partner and I trade off taking him to work with us every now and then, which seems to have helped.
If you would like to help Mister Poison Paws buy more poison for his paws, a new comb for his nice smooth head, or sand to burrow in, you can do so with a donation at https://ko-fi.com/catschimericalcreations
(also, fun fact, my laptop battery died while I was writing this and shut off completely. coincidence, or a jab to the power button from a poisoned paw accompanied by a fierce "shhh!"?)
Happy 1st Birthday to this Wolpertinger Frankenplush!
If you'd like to celebrate him turning one, please consider donating here: https://ko-fi.com/catschimericalcreations
I was keeping this backpack for my personal collection but I found I wasn't using it as much as I'd like to </3 so I'm sending him off a more loving home hopefully
Cat's Chimerical Creations: What It Made: Ty Beanie Babies Tracks the Lynx #1
Tracks the Lynx was used to make Paw Poise the Ostrich Griffin:
and his head was used to make Pertinent the Chimera:
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oWo what's this
I am a grown ass human being and that means that if the mood takes me, I will sew my own plushies and if I feel like it, I will make those plushies kiss.
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I want to make frankenplushies of ALL the shitty eridians...
guys, I think something terrible has happened...
I took Nublet, Minty, Nina and Chance for a walk in the Fairy Glen yesterday.
These are their pictures I took on 24/12 when they wrote their letters to Santa:
and this is the photo I took of them when we walked into the glen:
and THIS is the photo I took when exiting the glen a few hours later:
that's not my bear. that isn't my bear. it's wearing his clothes but that is NOT Chancey Bear!
something in that glen has taken my bear and left this thing in his place!
guys what do I do? I know the obvious answer is "do not go to a glen that the town council has explicitly warned you contains fairies during the liminal period between Christmas and New Year" but what do I do now, to fix it?
how do I get my bear back?!