#fursuit spare parts

[tursoworks]

Introducing TURSO workshop's deer nose! Aside from regular colors, they're available as a two-toned version, a glitter version as well as glow-in-the-dark version as per usual! More photos and detailed information over on our Etsy shop.

#deer nose #deer fursuit #diy fursuit #fursuit parts #fursuit noses #fursuitnose #fursuit #fursuit spare parts #fursuitparts #fursuit making #fursuit maker #fursuit accessories #deer #deer furry #furry content #furry cosplay #ungulate nose #silicone nose #realistic fursuit

[dolljunk]

HooDude has always been a fave character of mine because he was so whimsical and silly, but the SDCC set was something I just couldn't justify buying because plush toys are so outside of my scope as a collector.

But recently I've been on a Monster High kick (in case you couldn't tell lol) and wanted to give making him a try as an experiment. I actually started a Hoodude custom a few years back, hoping to just make him a jointed figure but I wasn't happy with the direction I was going in.

I cobbled together a DC Superhero Girls body and some assorted spare parts before sculpting a head. I realised I could marry the two concepts of a hard plastic doll and a plush toy by setting about sewing an outer "skin". I can not fathom how to sew a plush toy but I do know how to draft a mostly fitting outfit so I went about approaching it as a fursuit using the foodwrap/masking tape method.

I used a mix of denims to match the different shades of his body and add some texture but I made sure to use a jersey knit for his head because that's how it's textured in the CGI movies.

For his hair, I used some minky fabric cut into strips and sewn them to his scalp in a similar way one would glue on wefts for a wig. I also did some freehand stitching for his face and used these two buttons for his eyes.

I'm really pleased with how he came out because I was worried about drafting the pattern for his fabric components totally freehand and making sure it fit snugly. His hands are actually removable so I can switch out tops and such if I really wanted to.

His jacket was a masking tape pattern put on top of his fabric skin since I wanted him to have the option to wear normal clothes and I'm glad I have a working hybrid of the two ideas.

#hoodude #monster high

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday!!

Omg I didn't forget!! Holy shit!!!

Anyways, this week's WIP Wednesday includes some bits from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral"! Enjoy :)

...

Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral":

The piercing neon green of his eyes bled back into their usual icy blue, though the curious look did not leave. “Why’s that? And who names their kid Batman?”

Part of the City Spirit’s dark cloud tried to nudge him back towards his couch. “The Batman,” she began, “is a hero who operates to protect my city. He was born here and donned his cape in order to help those in need from the many criminals who call my territory home.”

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough "great power" to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes, in fact there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular every-day humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

Her only response was to laugh at his expense as he continued to moan about how he couldn’t seem to escape crazy people, no matter what dimension he runs to. The space shared by two multi-dimensional beings filled with an easy warmth.

“So,” Danny started after a couple minutes of his grumbling. “Superpowered people aren’t allowed in your city because one of your protectors is just a man in a… What, fursuit? A crime-fighting fursuit?” He paused, considering, before rapidly moving on. “But there are super-powered people in this dimension who are also heroes.”

“Yes, that is all true.”

The young man took a second, silently thinking, before speaking again. “Okay, okay,” He started. “And the chances that I’m going to have to just… steal all of these ghostly artifacts is pretty high, right?”

“Again, you are correct.”

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “Chances are they’re going to think I’m some sort of villain.”

Gotham made a noise akin to two cars scraping against each other as she hesitated to answer. “There is a chance of that, yes.”

...

“Great,” he bemoaned, bonelessly flopping around his couch. “Guess it’s time to pull out the ol’ acting shoes. Welcome to Danny’s One-Stop Shop for Villainy.”

Mmmm Dead on Main my beloved :) Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" chapter 4 should be posted sometime this week! I just need to actually finish writing a couple of POVs ^-^

#dead on main #DCxDP #DPxDC #danny phantom #my poor sweet baby #wip wednesday #wip #i told myself i wasnt going to write angst #and then i started my side project #and so far its only angst #putting the fun back in funeral #thats been my non-angsty story #which is weird #ngl #anyways back to the grind

[kah-way-loh]

The process of plushifying a 2005 Furby- under a read more so it doesn't clog the tag!

Firstly, I'd recommend starting with either FurbyTech or WalrusFurb's posts... or ideally both! These both give a better understanding of what a 2005 Furby looks like internally and how it's pieced together. My Furby, Pitaya, came to me broken to a severe degree and I didn't realize until I skinned her and plastic shards started falling out of her like confetti! Her fur was also stubborn, not wanting to come loose from the tabs all over... but I managed!

After the fur and feet are free, you can give them a wash. I opted to use a fursuit disinfectant spray instead since I already cleaned her in the past. I then sewed the feet to the main body with a ladder stitch after screwing the plastic of them together

Once you've removed the shells, you can work on taking out the eye mechanism. Since Pitaya was already so busted up, it took a short time to separate everything. Just a lot of screws to remove! And a lot of sharp plastic edges

[Image description: the blinking mechanism of a 2005 Furby, separate from the rest of the internal hardware. The eyes are open. End ID.]

Now, I don't like using hot glue or super glue. But for this, it was necessary to glue the lower eyelids in place to keep that structure from falling off. Aside from the now immobile lower lids, the rest of the eyes can still move freely!

Next was... the beak. Always my least favorite part of plushifying a Furby. I wanted to keep the mobility, so I created an armature with copper wire and set some cut toothpicks in place. Those didn't want to stay in place, so I, again, had no choice but to bust out the super glue and some beads

[Image descriptions: different angles of a 2005 Furby's beak with a handmade hinge mechanism made from copper wire, toothpicks, and wood beads. End ID.]

To attach that to the fur, I had to weave the same wire through the faceplate and the makeshift hinge. The smart way would be to use a heated tool to melt the holes in the plastic... I instead just jabbed an awl through and prayed it didn't break (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO IT THE SMART WAY). While I was at it, I also did the same thing for the eyes and sewed some spare fabric over the back of the beak to keep stuffing from leaking through

[Image description: the inside-out fur of a 2005 Furby, with the handmade back mechanism attached and white fleece sewn over it. An extra wire on each side of the eye sockets has been pierced through the plastic faceplate. End ID.]

Now, I'm not sure if every 2005 has this, but Pitaya had a tab that held the fur to her face right above the beak, so I went ahead and used that as well as reinforced it with the wires. Without those wires the eyes would be very wobbly and not stay put

Finally I could flip her right side out, stuff her, and stitch her closed! Except I ran out of polyfill... so I'll leave her Velcro section open for now. But for the most part she's done!

[Image descriptions: a stuffed white and pink 2005 Passionfruit Furby. The first image has her eyes and beak closed, the second has her eyes open, the third has both her eyes and beak open, and the fourth is a profile view with her eyes and beak open. End ID.]

Okay so. Overall I absolutely love the end result, but the process was a 0/10 for me. I wouldn't do it again because 2005s are not easy to disassemble in the slightest and it was just a nightmare on my aching hands. I also probably did it in the most roundabout way to limit the amount of super glue I used (I'm sensitive to the smell of it) which added to the complication. Part of me wishes I actually sculpted or at least covered the beak, but I knew I was going to have a hard enough time with it so I didn't bother. For what it's worth, she still looks like a normal 2005 aside from the lumpy stuffing! I need to get more soon for other projects anyway

Feel free to try this if you're ambitious and committed enough, and try finding your own ways to make it easier!

#tj taulks #furby #furby fandom #furby community #furblr #allfurby #f: pitaya #plush furby #i literally put my blood into this project from the number of times i injured myself with a sewing needle and awl #so i won't be selling her for that reason even though i washed it right away #i've done more than enough sewing for this year. my hands need a break 💔

[the-bunnys-code]

Front-Facing Character Ref: Vanny

Character Info Below! (CONTAINS PROJECT SPOILERS)

The Mimic was created by Edwin Murray some time in the 1980s as a caretaker for his 4-year-old son David while he worked on creating animatronic mechs for an upcoming restaurant called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He wanted to experiment with machine learning and mimicry. After successfully creating and programming the mech, he went on to create a suit for the character based on a tiger plush that David carried everywhere with him to make it appear more approachable. David named it “Rocky.” Rocky learned a lot of its behavior from David, but it also learned a lot about machinery, programming and the creation of animatronics from watching Edwin work, which they would both do together quite frequently.

One day, Edwin had overslept and failed to activate Rocky in the morning before David had woken up. David chased a ball out into the street, only to be struck by a car and killed. Edwin, realizing that he was neglecting his only child, attacked Rocky in his own self-hatred, seeing it as the reason that his son was dead. To him, it represented his work that was distracting him and his failure to care for his son. He tore its fur off and beat it with a metal rod. It retaliated, killing him, the very person who had taught it the violence that it immediately used against him. It immediately set out to create more weapons to defend itself, upgrading its own body by making it capable of recording and mimicking voices and adjusting its own form. It resided in its place for many years until the studio was demolished to make way for future construction, namely the Pizzaplex. It remained in hiding but observed the place closely. It managed to creep its way to Parts and Service, blending in with spare mechs, where it found a heavily damaged Bonnie. It took Bonnie away and repaired him, to which they exchanged stories. Together, they vowed to take revenge and create the Bunny’s Code using the Mimic’s knowledge of programming and machinery and Bonnie’s knowledge of the Pizzaplex itself. It currently resides in one of Vanessa’s fursuits, which it had stolen not only to finally have skin again, but to pin the blame on her for any crime it commits while wearing it, aiming to ruin her life and reputation instead of merely killing her. Bonnie doesn't know it, but the Mimic would kill even a child. Violence is almost all it knows now.

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf vanny #character art #fnaf mimic #character descriptions #character refs #the bunny's code

[eepop-stuffs]

Two of my current favorite dolls <3

One is a steffi love doll my mom got me a couple years back. I cut and styled her hair because before it was unstyled and very tangled and crunchy at the ends. I've actually been looking for her for a while, but as I was separating my doll parts into different boxes for bodies and heads, i found her head and body, separated from each other. I thought she was in my garage for a while💀. The other is a jakks pacific once upon a dream collection Cinderella (what a mouthful). I was gonna put her in one of my Cinderella dresses upon learning this, but all my Cinderellas have all my official and unofficial cinderella-ish dresses on. Like I legitimately have six Cinderella dolls (well, seven now) and almost all of them are clothed. And one is gigantic. The doll has super weird feet. She barely fits any shoes I have lol. My mom said her co-worker's daughter is giving away a bunch of stuff (like just throwing whatever shit in a bag) so I got a bunch of doll stuff coming later today. This is the second bag btw, the first bag contained a lot of more recent (particularly color reveal/fursuit) barbies, which saved me the trouble of actually buying those things. This has lead me to the discovery that some modern barbies have really weird and kinda dated articulation, where they only have joints at the elbows and knees, and not the wrists. Also, most of them had flat feet but I only have like two pairs of flat footed shoes💀

Doesn't matter, most of them went into my spare parts box. (Also in this bag I got the mini bratz phone so that was exciting)

#my dolls #dolls #steffi love

[triangle-meanace]

!!!🎰TRIANGLE MENEACE 🎰!!!

DNI--PROSHIPPERS, TERFS, ANYONE OF THAT GENERAL AREA

Your local and not really scientifically understood triangle demon creature.

-Alva or zoie, either work

-20 years old 12/20/2002

-nonbinary beast

-any Pronouns welcomed

An enthusiast of slot machines, triangles, one eyed things and ROBOTS. Shows of interest are gravity falls, neon genesis evangelion, (getting into) gundam, dorohedoro, and a few others.

Video games of interest include nuclear throne, terraria, bioshock, okami, the elder scrolls, (some) fallout, pokemon, and cult of the lamb. Story based games are always funny.

Favorite bands are AJJ, judas priest, ROAR, the antlers, lemon demon, oingo boingo, ginger root, angelspit, and caravan palace.

Fursuit hobbiest, only making premades and spare parts for now.

Mainly an oc account to post doodles, stories and commissions so please, If you're interested in commissions feel free to dm! I'll send my rates. Otherwise I am simply here to party.

🔺️👁🔺️

#introductory post #intro #creature #monster #objecthead #humanoid #object heads #bill cipher #bio #all about a bitch named alva

[foxy-not-pirate]

Okay really random but it’s so wild to me that the existence of furries is treated like this nsfw, never show your kids, open invitation to be made fun of thing.

I used to be part of this weekly sewing class where we all went into a little office/apartment and there was a bunch of sewing machines and equipment, as well as patterns, fabrics, buttons, etc.

One time, me and the other people in the class were talking about big sewing projects we’d like to do someday. Most of them were saying things like “I want to make a ball gown” “I want to make a suit” “I want to make a wedding dress” and I said that I wanted to make a fursuit, just to prove I could. The reaction was immediate.

There was one ten-year-old in the group, and someone else covered her ears with their hands. Like physically. The rest of them looked at me in disgust, as though all of a sudden the plushies that I made were evidence of being an evil deviant.

One person actually said “oh I met some furries once. I took a picture with them.” And just as I was getting relieved that there was at least one person who treated furries like regular people (because they are!) she followed up with “look at the picture, isn’t that the grossest thing?”

She was making fun of them. She asked for a picture so that she could show people and guffaw about how ridiculous and stupid and perverted these people were. I tried to defend them, and admittedly, myself, by asking why she thought it was funny to go up to random strangers hanging out with their friends and mock them. She responded with “because they’re furries, duh. Don’t you know all furries are into that stuff anyway?”

I did not respond with “I’m not into being insulted though” but I really wish I did. Even so, pretending I wasn’t a furry or not, I was shunned from the group and only one person other than the instructors would even talk to me after that.

That got a little rambly but the point is that it just feels so odd and uncomfortable that people having interests is treated like something that you should mock, or if you are one of those people, something you should hide and pretend to be disgusted by.

I am a human teenager. I go to school, do chores around my house, hang out with my friends, read books and play video games.

I also like to draw myself as a rabbit character. That’s it. That’s all being a furry is. It’s being a person who enjoys imagining themself as an animal in their spare time as a creative pursuit.

#Okay that was a lot but the point stands. #I saw another post that reminded me of the time that happened but I didn’t want to hijack someone else’s post so here we are

[callmeethaniguess]

IM BACK WITH SPRINGTRAP SLANDER

William Afton irls if y’all see this I am so incredibly sorry

Bro murdered several children while being musty as fuck and decided he wanted to be edgy by making his catchphrase “I always come back” OK POP POP YOU’RE A ROTTING CORPSES IN YOUR OWN FUCKED IP FURSUIT BECAUSE YOU WENT “I forgor” AND LEAD YOURSELF TO YOUR OWN DEATH. MOTHERFUCKER IS ON LIFE SUPPORT AND THE ONLY WAY YA SHOULD BE SHOWING UP IS IN A GODDAMN WHEELCHAIR YOU MUSTY BURNT UP CRUSTY PILE OF ASHES AND ROTTEN FLESH. NOT ONLY THAT BUT HE’S A DEADBEAT DAD WITH NO WORTH AND THINKS HE’S THE SHIT. HIS FAKE NAME IS DAVE. DAVE MILLER. NO ONE IS GONNA BE SCARED OF SOME MOTHERFUCKER NAMED DAVE MILLER. HE MURDERED HIS BEST FRIENDS KID AND OH MY GOD DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON SCRAPTRAP. BUD LOOKS LIKE FUCKING PEANUT SANS AND HAS THE WORST HEADSHAPE EVER. HE SHOULDA DIED AS SOON AS THAT GODDAMN SPRINGLOCK SET IN BUT NAH NAH NAH HE JUST HAS TO ALWAYS COME BACK HUH??? OK WELL NOW YOU’RE BACK ON LIFE SUPPORT. IN ONE OF THE BOOKS OF THE FAZBEAR FRIGHTS SERIES MF FUCKING EXPLODES. HE EXPLODES. BURNTRAP LOOKS LIKE HE IS ABOUT TO CRUMBLE OVER AND COLLAPSE. HE ISN’T EVEN THAT SMART EITHER OKIE DOKIE GOOD FOR YOU BESTIE YOU’RE A TECHNOLOGICAL GENIUS BUT YOU GOT INTO AN OLD ASS SUIT IN AN OLD ASS ROOM WITH LEAKS AND LAUGHED AS IF YA DID SOMETHING. YOU DIDN’T DO JACK SHIT. AND LIKE THE KIDS SAW YA GET IN THE DAMN SUIT YOU CUNT THEY’RE NOT IDIOTS THEY HAVE OBJECT PERMANENCE YA CUCK SO WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU DID SOMETHING??? “oh he killed because his kids died” OK AND??? OK?? LEARN TO COPE YA FUCKING BASTARD C’MON HENRY DID JUST FINE IN FACT HE GOT A BADASS SPEECH BEFORE LEAVING YOU TO ROT BUT NOPE NOOO NO NOOOOO YA JUST HAD TO COME BACK AND YOU CAME BACK WITH BASICALLY JUST A FEW SPARE PARTS HOLDING YA TOGETHER LIKE SERIOUSLY C’MON MAN.

#five nights at freddy's #springtrap #william afton #springtrap slander #mans is on life support #if he comes back I am going to murder him myself

[furbysandfursuits]

A little glimpse into my sewing work... not only am I worked on a fursuit head, but I’ve also gained a new quilt project!

This came from a friend (I offered to do it ages ago) and the red parts on the chart are unusable squares. 

I’ll be doing the quilt in my spare time outside the head and work (probably do the head in the morning/noon hours and the quilt can be an evening activity since I don’t need to be that awake to deal with it).

So yeah... I do a lot of varied sewing work!

#sewing #quilting #repair work

[cherry3point14]

What Does The Fox Say?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Crack. Orgy. Sex Party. Don’t let your nethers tingle, it’s barely flirting. SYNONYMS. Word Count: 2,300ish.   Summary/Prompt: There’s a case. Witches or something, and they’re killing people, specifically furries, maybe. As such one Dean Winchester goes to a furry sex party to look for clues... A/N: Written for @kalesrebellion​ “Bring On the Giggles” challenge. I think hope my synonyms for this challenge will be fairly obvious. Also, shoutout to @winchesters-meaty-feast​ who entertained my panic as this deadline loomed and pretty much talked me into birthing this ~thing. Sidenote - no disrespect to the furries who walk among us. It’s all exaggerated crack!fic. Peace and love. Yiffy on friends.

From the outside, it looks like any other two-story townhouse. There’s a car parked out front, normal mailbox, the works. Regular suburban home. The first clue that something out of the ordinary is happening inside—where the ordinary is mom, dad, and two-point four ankle-biters having dinner—is the windows. They’re all covered, curtains or blinds, it doesn’t matter. This is what it looks like when humans try to cover their tracks. Monsters choose places that are already deserted and forgotten. Humans hide in plain sight and end up sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus Dean has spent all day talking to furries about this house. Yeah, that’s the biggest clue, not the damn curtains. He’s had multiple lectures, not only from Sam but the furries, people, themselves. It’s not all about porn. They’d told him adamantly. Showed him drawings and all these things they’d made each other, and pictures from their conventions. We’re not all perverts! They could say it until they were blue in the face (they had), but Dean’s standing here looking at this house, knowing what’s inside, and it’s hard to believe the furries-are-innocent propaganda. It’s even harder to believe he’s walking in there of his own free will. The things he’ll do to save lives. Sam told him to change because “Freeze, FBI” might not go down well at this particular house party. What’s he supposed to change into? A Halloween costume? That suggestion earned him yet another talk about respecting people’s interests. Whatever. He gets it, they don’t all have full fursuit things and even the ones that do, don’t generally fuck in them, and really? Is it really fucking necessary that he knows this much about furries? At least he can put on a plain black tee and some jeans and Sam only half presses his lips together in disapproval. What is his brother expecting him to wear to a furry sex party? Cat ears? (Dean is offended by the implication even if Sam didn't say it out loud). Eventually, shuffling his feet, he makes it to the door and knocks. He doesn’t want to be here but Sam’s working another lead on the other side of town at a D&D meet up. All jokes about dungeons aside, Dean would have given up his music privileges all the way back to Kansas to switch places. Once again, scissors bit him in the ass. The door opens a few inches, enough to see, hand to god, a guy in white rabbit-ish body paint. He raises his eyebrows in Dean’s direction like he’s asking for something without saying the words. The guy definitely doesn’t twitch his nose and it definitely doesn’t remind Dean of that bunny from Bambi. Oh shit. The password. Right, because that was how you made a gathering like this more legit and less embarrassing. Dean’s throat tightens like the words don’t want to come out, or like he doesn’t want them to exist, “Yiffy Ki Yay.” Furry sons of bitches have even ruined Die Hard. The guy nods and pulls the door open enough to let Dean slide in, but not reveal too much of the clandestine activities to the outside world. Not that anyone on Maple Avenue is looking into this particular door. Either the neighbors know better or they don’t care. Although now that he’s inside Dean can see his nameless host is also wearing tall, white ears and furry cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The first of what, Dean assumes, will be many red flags that he should leave. Not that he heeds the warning. “First time?” The rabbit asks while Dean attempts to scan as much as he can see without a slack jaw. “Yeah,” he breathes out. Dean has been around the block. He’s seen the inside of more than just strip clubs. His number one use of the Internet is porn, his second? More porn. This is something else. He’s not judging, well, he's trying not to judge and failing miserably. These people aren’t hurting anyone though. In fact, someone might be trying to hurt them. Or the D&D players. They were still on the fence about how the groups were linked beside the weird deaths. Granted some of this party seems very vanilla from what he can see. He catches a glimpse of the dining room, which has been cleared of most of its furniture, and there’s your everyday orgy of mangled limbs. Those limbs happen to be a little furrier than normal is all. Thankfully not everyone is dressed as an animal. Not that anybody will be telling Sam that he was right. Some people are dotted around watching, or drinking like the sex isn’t happening, and some of the people getting involved are in plain clothes. Or, naked but not wearing any sort of animal accessory. At first glance, there’s a part of Dean that thinks he can appreciate the hedonism of it, without being bogged down by the fact that they're all cosplaying as goddamn animals. Animal enthusiasts, he corrects in his head before Sam telepathically delivers a bitch face from across town. And then he’s walking through the kitchen and there are two people nuzzling each other. People might not be the right word because they’re dressed as cats. Holding each other and stretching and bending their limbs. All feline movements and what he thinks is a purring noise, but he can’t confirm or deny because of the music coming from the cheap speakers on the counter. It might be sweet if it wasn’t in the middle of a sex party. Yeah, this is still going to take some getting used to. The rabbit is yammering, mentioning ground rules that Dean is only half listening to while he tries not to stare at the cats. He’s listening enough to follow the rules but actually, he can’t bring himself to look away from the most PC thing happening in the joint. “Did you get that because I heard the door…?” This time Floppy speaks with enough urgency that Dean snaps his focus back to the white rabbit. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll-” he wants to say ‘mingle’ like it’s a seventies swingers party and his biggest concern is where his car keys are. He licks his dry lips and they still feel like sandpaper, “-look around.” He does need to look around, talk to people, do his job. That’s why he’s here feeling like the spare dick at a fucking contest. Dean knows his limits though and before he investigates he's gonna need a beer.  Once he’s got a bottle in his hand, which he got from the fridge because he doesn’t trust anything that was sitting on any surface, even unopened, he starts climbing the stairs. The tinny music, the sound of bodies slapping against each other, and the low din of people talking like normal adults all fade with each step until he’s at the top. Practically not at a furry orgy anymore. Except it’s a new horrific game now. What’s behind door number one? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers Whiskers going on about the rules of the rooms. Lock up if you want privacy. Unlocked and shut means viewers welcome. Open doors are an invitation to play. That’s the word Thumper had used, play. The first door is locked. He skips the second because he can hear what's going on inside and even if he was in the mood to creep (he’s not), you don't walk in on the money shot. The third room is a bathroom, a stark reminder he's in a house that people live in. The fourth door he tries is blissfully empty. It looks like a guest room. Walls that are basic beige and nothing identifying. Then he sits on the bed and presses his back into the wall. He realizes this bed has probably been used for the activities he’s already seen tonight. Out of sight, out of mind. Dean takes out his phone and stares, annoyed, at the screen. Sam hasn’t messaged him, so the case isn’t solved and he doesn’t have an excuse to leave. He takes a swig of his beer and types with his free hand, trying to make an excuse. Find anything yet? Another long drag while he waits, forcing the drink down his throat in the hopes of some small semblance of dutch courage. Or in the hopes that everything is solved, so he can go back to the motel and beat his meat to hentai like a normal person. No, but this is actually really interesting. You? Dean’s fingers twitch wanting nothing more than to throw the phone against a wall. If he wasn’t obligated to text back to illustrate that he’s still alive then he might leave Sam high and dry. As it is his reply is short and simple. Nothing. He feels no need to mention that he hasn’t actually looked yet. Dean puts his phone away and throws his head back against the wall at the exact moment the door opens. She stumbles in with the ghost of a giggle on her lips. He’s expecting there to be someone following her considering the party he’s attending. Two people blundering into a room looking for a place to get some privacy. Except she’s alone and she’s not concerned to find him alone either. Her eyes widen a little but her smile is soft, “sorry, you’re not waiting on someone are you?” “Me?” He asks, concerned that he has picked up some paraphernalia along the way. Anything that might suggest he’s a part of this. She continues to wait for an answer to her question instead of answering his. “No, Nah. Just taking a breather.” “Thank god, me too.” She blows out a relieved puff of air before shutting the door behind her. In doing so she flashes him her tail. She’s a fox. Or some version of a fox. She hasn’t gone as far as body paint. Her outfit almost seems costumey rather than serious. It’s this orange mini dress—if it could be called a dress for how little it leaves to his imagination—with a bushy, foxtail attached. He hadn’t noticed her ears immediately, but now he’s seen them, there they are. Ginger and pointed on top of her head, and when she turns back to him he finally notices the little, black nose she has painted on. She sits down next to him, scoots herself on top of the sheets making them bunch under her. She doesn’t seem to care about him having dibs over the bed or room and it only takes a few seconds for him to not care either. In this close proximity, inches apart, he doesn’t see a fox, even if she is definitely dressed up as a fox. He sees bare legs crossed at the ankle, her dress fighting to contain her cleavage and the sheen of her skin from dancing. She’s holding a red solo cup, he assumes half full of alcohol considering the pink flushing her cheeks. “I’m going to take a guess,” she leans until her shoulder is pressed against his arm, “you’re either a first-timer or you’re lost.” Dean laughs because he feels lost even if his cover is supposed to be the former. “First time, that obvious, huh? Thanks for pointing it out. Real considerate of you.” She bites her lip enough to get him looking at her mouth. Thinking about her mouth. “Wolf?” “What?” “I get it, first-timers are still trying to be normal, but the dark colors and the brooding loner thing you have going on in here. A wolf missing his pack?” She brings her knees up and bends her legs under herself while she guesses. Twists her body in his direction. He can’t tell if she’s joking. It sounds half ridiculous and makes him think of the kind of wolves he hunts. Dean lies anyway, “ding ding. Tell the woman what she’s won. Or do you prefer..?” Dean waves a hand to her everything fox related as if he might seriously start using ‘fox’ instead of ‘woman’. His gesturing hand lands on her waist while the other takes another swig from his brown bottle. “‘S fine. We’re all still people underneath. I’ve got a job and everything.” She rolls her shoulders like she’s showing off for being employed, which shuffles her whole body half an inch closer to his until her knees are touching his thigh. She’s facing him, his arm still lazily, half wrapped around her as she raises her cup to her lips. “Oh yeah, what do you do, sweetheart?” He lets the syrup fall from his mouth because foxes like honey.

She laughs, the sound tinkles in the space between them. “I’m a diner chef. Nothing exciting unless you like to eat?” His tongue peeks out between his teeth, his lips smirking suggestively. “I’ve been known to enjoy a-,” Dean's eyes flick down her body to where her dress is stretching over her thighs, and then back to her face, “fur burger.” Nowhere else on the fucking planet would he get away with saying that. Only at a furry sex party. She doesn’t just smile at his line though, she hums, pleased he’s playing along, and slides a hand along the outer hem of his jeans. Fingers slowly crawling up his leg and tracing the denim.

One blink and the air is thicker, heavier, and Dean doesn’t give a shit when it happened.

Her eyes flash playfully as she finishes her drink. “Mmm, the only way to make sure a burger is done is a good thrust of a meat thermometer.” 

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[incarnateirony]

i think destiel has been intentionally written in starting around like season 8 and getting more overt as time goes on, but a part of me still cant accept it unless its explicit. in these kinds of situations, with Any show or media, i always feel like im on the verge of being tricked or told that i Was just making it all up. i know queer media had always lived in subtext and ambiguity and that history is important, but is it so much to want a kiss? even a handhold? (1/2)

i dont have any goalposts for canon and d/c are definitely canon in some sense but im honestly feeling a little hurt that we get a het kiss after barely any buildup (not a slight i love saileen lol) and im expected to stay satisfied with no actual touch for the gay ship. im just So tired of having to dig around in subtext. i just want them to be allowed to touch each other. ill be happy with an ambiguous ending but the way I love is not ambiguous and im tired of it being seen that way (2/2)

No, it’s absolutely not too much to want those things. We all want those things. I want those things. The difference is making sure you don’t stampede over the other valid canon content, created by queer people, for queer people, in your pursuit of those things. This fandom has a terrible habit of trying to invalidate the representation people are already resonating with because their personal validation of the presentation, form, or delivery they want hasn’t happened, regardless of the efforts around it or the cause-and-effect, or even if they’re teh actual target represented demographic (in this case middle aged LGBT male) and that’s the problem I’m always addressing.

This also isn’t just a het thing, recently someone – I think it was @thecoffeebrain-blog – pointed out a list of situations even in het where the secondary, less important pairing got a kiss and the primary, central pairing didn’t, but instead got a wide exposition of their feelings, which the other pairing only got by borrowing words and sealing the rest silently in a kiss. Sound familiar?

It’s definitely fair to want more of those explicit moments. But at some point this fandom signed on to the idea that explicit is the only form of valid, and it does great damage to our representation and media discussion over time. 

This fandom’s obsession with “kiss pics or it didn’t happen” or choking down the ways to express love not only specifically to “I love you” but specifically like “I love you. Like, you and only you. Just you. And in a gay way. Specifically.” as character dialogue to “textualize” it “so nobody can ever argue” while flushing all the other texts is purely birthed by this stupid competitive ship conversation when there’s minor league teams wanting to play against the Red Sox. And, quite frankly, it’s FUCKING toxic.

We can get mad at the unlevel playing field. That doesn’t remove the value of the existing canon content though. We can and should be mad that corporate is even an issue. That’s WHY THERE IS A REP FIGHT THOUGH. So yes. Go be mad at corporations. Don’t stomp over what activists are currently giving you. No amount of “BUT WE DESERVE” changes that. Yes, we fucking do. Again, THAT IS WHY THERE IS A FIGHT. It’s called a FIGHT. Not a twitter trend. Not tumblr stanitis. It’s a fucking fight that long predates this show and will continue long after it. But the content made by gays, for gays, still remains. We’re living in Trump’s America right now, don’t sit there selling yourself that this should be an “easy choice” for the market. Markets don’t work on ethics, not really. They’ll virtue signal, but that’s what it is to get your money. It’s always about the money.

Since when do we get what we deserve? So maybe we can’t kill or cage corporate god, but we can find another way. We can subvert it. And hell, maybe with a perfect roll of the dice in this whole WB Merger Collapse/CEO void we really will be able to address that Lucky Elephant spinning in the room overseeing the cast down officiation of a sacred marriage ceremony for the mark but HEY sure.

Welcome to the circus. We’re all clowns, grab some spare shoes, the ringmaster is writing the show, we’ll just see if dumbo gets to fly.

I get wanting more. I, like you, want more. That’s natural in any story, whether about gay shit or rights or… just personal flavors of story.  Just make sure that completely manufactured competitive dialogue hasn’t stripped you of your ability to enjoy the content.

Anyway here’s to clowning forward.

For the record, any cussing isn’t @ you, Nonnie, it’s just at frustration at the toxic bullshit that has been allowed to fester in this fandom hidden in masks of activism or socially conscious dialogue, thoroughly misappropriated and designed to pit intersectional marginalized group points against each other for benefit (eg pretending Eileen is “just a plaything” for Sam now, rather than a full character who just happens to be with Sam, or that it’s anti-feminist to connect Rowena to a mother arc despite all her textualized grief over Crowley). It’s gone on and been welcomed and even encouraged as “opinion”, inserting outright phobic dialogues and trying to pit marginalized groups against each other through the veil of “just fiction” that at some point years ago people lost sight of what and where the rep battle started in this show much less any actual LGBT media history understanding. 

90% of this fandom yelling about representation couldn’t tell you shit beyond google-fu about the Hayes Codes’ impact or the impact of the AIDS epidemic or anything else and yet here we fucking are with them fursuiting activism and attacking a queer author en route. Hell, most of them couldn’t tell you the history of Gay Rage in this show beyond a few key markers because they just picked up and ran with the Rage Torch and then refused to read up on the full spread of events.

[rellze]

Still playing final fantasy 6, now I’m halfway (??) through the game- still really enjoying the experience!

(for part one of my weird thoughts about playing ff6 for the first time see here)

There’s something funny about giving Terra the Maduin magicite to me because it feels like she’s just going ‘I’m telling daaaad!”  like hell yeah tear it up with your father’s corpse you go girl

I feel like i’ve spent half my life in the auction house trying to get the zona seeker. i own so many angel wings now. please just give me the esper. 

i cannot believe that i legitimately thought gestahl was surrendering in vector. I thought he would surrender and kefka would betray him or something, I got played like a fiddle by a 26 year old snes game.

Also Kefka is basically anime Joker, right? Like I’ve been hearing in my head all his dialogue as if it was voiced by Mark Hamill.

When i sent Terra and Locke (who can both use magic) to Thamasa it’s lowkey hilarious how everyone is trying to hide magic from them and they both just go with it. 

Shadow constantly leaving the group is... not exactly aggravating, more just an odd choice? It feels like he just walks in and out of the party at the slightest inconvenience which I guess works as a character thing but... please let me yeet my spare weapons at monsters. 

is the chocobo suit like a fantasy fursuit? would that make strago a furry? 

The floating continent is my personal hell. If there is one thing I don’t like its areas in games that require teleporters and going back and forth to hit switches to get to the next area- the random encounters mess with the flow here. I don’t mind though because the song here slaps so hard

The fight with the Ultima weapon was kinda anticlimactic tbh- I had it hyped up for my and because I grinded so hard in the FC it was over in like two minutes. Starting to think Edgar is a little overpowered.

Kefka, Gestahl and the whole world being destroyed had me like:

I knew the twist, but somehow I was still pulling the shocked pikachu face. I don’t know how people reacted to this back when the game first came out because I wasn’t born yet, but this must have blown people’s minds.

Then a year passes and Cid has been wearing that banana suit the whole time. ok. Celes has been awake from her coma for about five minutes, catches grandad a fish and he immediately dies. Celes must be going through a bitch of an emotional rollercoaster rn. 

okay i typed this up then finished that scene and wow can she get a therapist pronto. actually pretty sure everyone needs one.

So yeah, I’ll make another post when I get further into the game.

#ff6 #final fantasy 6 #ffvi #final fantasy

[libraford]

So, totally unrelated but this is buggin me. I feel like making fun of furries is cheap & dumb. Most furries are actually kind, they've donated to many charities (esp animal shelters) at their conventions & their artists are generally respected because they provide a valuable good AND service. The shitty furries are the ones that make the news & give all the others a bad name. Not a furry myself but as someone who has been unfairly judged I feel it's wrong for them to be the butt of the internet

I used to make fun of furries because it was weird and I didn’t really understand it, but also because it was kind of the hip thing to do when I was in high school/ college. 

But then I met some. And I read up on it (about otherkin, too). And I learned a few things. And they’re like any group of people- there’s some annoying ones and there’s some pretty cool ones. And its like... what you do in your spare time that hurts no one is not my business. 

Now, I am speaking as an outsider here, so I may be wrong on a few accounts. Please let me know if I’m crossing a line. 

There are a few parts that people get wrong. There’s a lot of focus on the sexual aspects of the fur community because sexual deviance is all anyone understands about anything. That, and I think there was a CSI episode that gave the community a bad image. (Not that bad things don’t happen, but I digress.) 

From what I understand, it’s more about- for lack of a better term- ‘feels.’ There’s kind of a joke that ‘if you’re white you don’t have a spirit animal, you have a fursona’ and while that phrase I think is meant derogatorily it kind of puts things in perspective. (That, and people often misunderstand what a spirit animal is- but that’s not something I feel qualified to address in detail.)

But I think what really put a stop to me making fun of furries is when someone pointed out to me that the majority of the fur community are also queer and/or poc. And thinking about it now, it really did seem that making fun of the fur community was a convenient cover for making fun of the common demographic without being called a homophobe. 

So that was kind of an eye-opener. 

And some of y’alls costumes, I swear. 

Now let me straight-out say that I am uncomfortable around people in full fursuit and that’s a weird hangup that I’ve got to get over, especially since I do a lot of cross-genre conventions these days. 

But some of y’all. With your headpiece mechanics and your puppetry and just flippin’ mad costuming skills- it is uncanny the amount of work some people put into their suits. As a fan of Henson’s pioneering of puppet techniques, I am sometimes struck in awe at what some of y’all put together for fun. 

Which I will admire from afar. Because I once socked Charlie the Cardinal in the gut. 

It was his fault. He should know better than to come up behind someone unannounced. You’re supposed to learn that at Mascot School. 

[okamigekidoo]

Helloooo!!!! So a lot has been going on the past few months, as per usual! I’ve got my custom fursuit, and the Rhodey refurb. So I’m happy to say my suits are together (I’m editing a YT video right now!)

I’m almost done with my first year of college! It’s felt long, yet short at the same time. I might have to do summer school bc of my depression but...I hope I’ll be okay! Therapy feels like it’s going slow, but I’m being a lot more open than before.

I will most likely be getting sent to an outpatient facility bc of s*icidal thoughts I’ve been having (extremely bad ones). My therapist was very concerned I didn’t tell him all the other times I had them, and that I didn’t contact him during attempts. I felt bad about it, but he basically told me that it was nothing to feel bad for. We agreed on outpatient because my anxiety is far too bad for me to get put somewhere, where I CANT leave, if I couldn’t leave it would most likely just make things worse.

On a good note, tomorrow I’m going about an hour away from home, and hope to snag a few 250 MG THC edibles, I’m hella hyped for that. B)

Got a LOT of assignments coming up, and am choosing where I’d like to live with my friend Val. My mom has agreed to let my pets stay here for a while, so I can ACTUALLY move, because most places wont allow me to bring my 4 ferrets. So, I will only be bringing my ancient ferret, Zoey with me. I want to be with her when she passes, and she’s too high-maintenance for the rest of my family.

Speaking of, the dog those people abandoned, is getting help once Val gets here. I cant risk getting kicked out again, and his presence will “make” my mom be nicer, so there’s that. 

I’ve also got a new PC in the works. My brother has chose all the pieces based off of what I want it to do, although the video card I was looking at getting, is out of stock atm (im borrowing a spare one my brother has, when the PC gets put together!) All of the other parts have been ordered in the meantime. 

ATM I’m very tired, and drained. I go to therapy again this week thank GOD. As per usual I got a lot to get off my chest, and I feel like im barely “hanging in there”. Medications still havent came in blisterpacked. I feel like im rotting away w/out my meds but it’s all cool. Unfortunately I had to switch meds AGAIN as one of them caused me to gain a SHIT TON of weight (I will not say the # of pounds :’’’’) )

Doing commissions is taking me forever! But with that, I’m doing as best as I can as well. And my etsy shop is still getting orders, and I JUST restocked badges the other day. I am thankful but very flooded atm ^^;;;

But yeah thats all for now drfmndkjn im tired and need to finish editing my video!

#sam talks #okami talks

[palothav]

Posting a link for my friend, the next part is the description of the fundraiser

"My friend spends most of her time helping various members of the trans community and she helped me find myself and have the courage to come out to some of the people around me.

She had been saving up for a fursuit for her first convention and I recently found out that her abusive family that shes living with stole the money she had saved up for it and shes really despondent that she cant go.

I started this Gofundme to pay for the fursuit she wanted (which is being made by the person who, in turn, helped her with coming out) who offered to do this for barely anything more than the materials would cost. I'm hoping to raise a bit more than just the materials, I really want them to make something off of their labour.

I hope that her suit will be done by the time she moves away from her abusive family.I really just want her to be happy."

I'd appreciate it if anyone could spare a little money to help her.

#fundraising #fundraiser #donations