/warc/ - Wildcard Archive

a pink stuffed basset hound named Strawberry that I slept with every night when I was a kid, later replaced with a giant stuffed pikachu that I still sleep with. I don't know how to sleep without a stuffed animal

Everything got boxed during a move almost 10 years ago and was unfortunately never seen again. Right now, all I have is a stuffed beetle. I don't sleep with her though - she just sits on top of the cello in the corner of my room while its not in use. I don't know why.

>There was also a mutilated, eyeless, patchy rabbit made of soft cotton
I… I think I may have stolen one of these at one point. I feel really bad about it. It was left on the ground in a parking lot and I didn't want it to be run over or abandoned, but I didn't want to take it either on the off chance that the kid who owned it would come back for it and be really sad when it wasn't there.

They probably came back… I'm horrible…

Puka the Pikachu. One of those old 90s 2 foot cuddle pillows. I could tell stories, but I make a point not to remember those times. Fuck crying.

I had a stuffed lamb from when I was born

I-I miss Little Lamb ;_;

When I was very little my great-grandmother made me a quilt sewn together out of many different pieces of fabric, when it was cold I would wear it around the house like a cloak or a robe and I'm pretty sure it was used in the construction of many many pillow fortresses. It's still large enough for a full size bed but there are many tiny holes in it now so I don't use it anymore.

This is Mousey.
I was given Mousey by someone from the fire department when I got stuck in a tree. I slept with him every night for most of my childhood, and used him to calm my fear of the dark.
I keep him under the bed with other things I don't know what to do with.

Do touhou plushies count cause that's the only one I got.
Also I remember a bear in a yellow-red stripe pajamas I used to love back when I was a kid. I think I already gave that bear away though.

I used to have a glow in the dark white bear that I called Polaris because his nose was gold, and in his early days, was as bright as a star to me.

Just went and dug this feller out of storage for this thread. I hadn't touched him in years. I remember never really imagining him as alive even when I was really little, and the one memory I have of playing with him back then is sort of a melancholy one where I was more pretending to play with him, wishing he was alive than actually playing with him. Still, the smell and texture of him is really nostalgic and is making me kind of happy.

I for the life of me can't remember what my name for him was.