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skuddlefurbs · 1 year

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So because I couldn’t wait let me present Spingus Puff with his custom eye chips and Skuddle with her custom eye chips. I designed these last night and printed them at Staples today! Gotta say I love them both, and my other furbs will all have a “custom” eye fill to them as well that matches with their personalities. Skuddle will eventually be a sugar glider like furby while Spingus still needs his tail and then hes finished.

Still couldn’t get Skuddles eye and beak rod out so just painted instead of doing any mods to the sculpts. They both are working I just have them sitting without batteries to avoid corrosion while I still work on them. As always thanks for looking~ I hope you enjoy what I have so far!

#skuddlefurbs #SpingusPuff #spingus puff #skuddle #furblur #safe furby #ooak furby #custom furby #frubie #furby #98 snowball furby #99 alligator furby #my furbies #my furby

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thekrows-nest · 7 months

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“I’m sure.” Si’s smile is accented with a decent pair of canines himself, “You can even leave a mark if you wanted to, I’m kinda into that sorta thing. Just as long as I get to bite you back, I don’t mind being your personal chew toy.”

(And I kicky feet myself into the void *skuddles away*)

A slow smile spreads over Krow's features, canines peeking over his lips. "I-is that right? Oh D-Dove, y-you can tear me a-apart. I'd love that. J-just let me know if I need t-to stop alright?"

(And don't worry about biting him too much he loves it.)

#the krow's nest #krow asked and answered #krow in character #dove aviary #dove si

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poetry-nerd · 1 year

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Daudn

Æg trur på viljen når mi liv æ kort

Men kort var live så æg hadde då

O mæiningå, æg skuddle jo gå bort

Dæ æ nog ti for mæg å gjæra nå

16/3 2023

#nynorsk #norwegian #jærsk #poetry #quatrain #literature #writing #dikt #poem #daud #døyd #death

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thetoaddaddy · 11 months

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an au ive always been drawn to for jiraiya is him as a demon of some sort, like his partner is a witch and hes their demon familiar

or something like demon slayer where his partner is either a slayer or someone like tamayo and hes a powerful but sort of friendly demon (like yushiro) and he only fights other demons to protect his bbg

[i just wanted to share my au ideas with u and also i loved ur demon slayer like au fic for him 💙💙]

also something random i see as him being a demon like yushiro or nezuko almost is that he doesnt talk like some demons can (whether he has a bite guard like nezuko just in case or he just cant talk thats how i see him) hes a little goober who just wags his tail and skuddles off

🌺 hmm if i may be honest i havent seen more than season one but i know enough about the universe to like this au. I think Jiraiya is one of those characters that can play both roles of hero and unexpected hero type well. Like i reckon most put him as a slayer and not the monster. But he needs more monster stuff and i love this

I do think he would have big teefies. Probably would kill him a little to not be able to talk as he suffers slightly from Hamiltonism. Perhaps a seal on his back or something that keeps him from being able to consume humans cuz it would be a crying shame if he couldn’t use that mouth 😔 and give some difference from what is canon in DS.

I’m glad you like my au! I gotta get back on writing for it I know. I got so side tracked with new job and totk 😅

And I for real love this idea and would love to rp it or write it in some capacity cuz its so cute with lots of potential!

#toad daddy asks #🌺 ooc

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risuko-chan · 2 years

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Bright Eyes, the sequel to #Risuko, is here! ⛩🌸⛩ It’s now available in ebook, paperback or hard cover at your favorite #bookstore. Thanks so much to everyone whose helped make this happen — my #betareaders, #editors, @kickstarter backers, #designers, #bookreviewers, my #literaryagent, and more. Thanks especially to my wife @mauravaughn and to my daughters @skuddles and @jkuddlz, who inspire me every day and who have the hearts of kunoichi. If you’ve already ordered a copy, it should be on the way — and if you haven’t, what are you waiting for??? 😉 seasonsofthesword.com/order-now #newbook #bookstagram #yawritersofinstagram #yahistoricalfiction #amwritingfiction #amwritingyafiction #amwritinghistoricalfiction #kunoichi #ninja #girlassassin #teenassassin #sushi @bamboosushi #brighteyes #seasonsofthesword #sengoku #japanesehistory #japan #japanesefood #davidkudler @dkudler #booklaunch #teenbooks #teenfiction #girlbook https://www.instagram.com/p/CdL0Kz1pXvk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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pinkbiscuits-perks-and-curses · 3 years

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i am so close to jut make chair i can sit in without arching my back or having to skuddle my legs

the only thing holding me back is that i'm god awful at making furniture

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thundercuntthot · 3 years

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Skiddiddle i don’t know what to skuddle

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efraincrayhorn · 5 years

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Weasel’s Waylay

21 years ago (Efrain age 15), 3487 AT, The Crayhorn’s Mansion in Itresa.

tw: child abuse, domestic abuse

Efrain wondered, albeit briefly, but not for the first time, if his father would truly notice if he threw the book into the fountain and let the ancient paper disintegrate. “Beguillis’ Bargaining and Banking” held no relevance to Efrain’s interest of study nor did it seem relevant to his inevitable knighthood. The awful and dull book could, however, be used as an incredibly relevant example of irrelevance. His father had ordered him that morning to have it read by the time he returned, and before their guests arrived, and Efrain intended to do so. He always intended to follow his father’s orders, but he also seemed to have a gift for not doing so.

Some days he wondered why his father fixated so doggedly on his training and research as if Efrain himself held no interest or drive to do it. He’d already secured squireship under one of the few knights more highly regarded than Eobald himself, Sir Torlamarian. He’d even done it by himself and weeks before his fifteenth birthday, which had come and gone with hollow fanfare a few days ago, and he’d done it without prompting from Eobald. Most nobles didn’t even begin inquiring after a squireship until after their birthdays.

Efrain had nearly burst with pride as he told his father, of how Sir Torlamarian had made him debate ethics, strategy, and humanity with him for him to even consider Efrain, how he’d managed to prove himself and become the ancient elf’s first squire in a century, how he’d done it without ringing his hands or tugging on his shirtsleeve like his father had ordered him not to do. Efrain had done so many things well, perfectly even, and he thought that his father would be proud too. Eobald had only nodded and walked away without a word and quite suddenly the whole affair seemed unremarkable and too difficult. If he’d been more prepared, the debate wouldn’t have been so tough to keep up with and Sir Torlamarian wouldn’t have been so unimpressed at first. Maybe then Eobald would have said something or smiled back.

He was deep in a daydream, gaze fixed on the fountain in front of him and book laying open and forgotten on his knees, the rest of the Itresa Estate garden fading out, when a rustling snapped him to attention. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his gaze dart to the backdoor as if Eobald himself would be there in all his disapproving glory. Instead, Efrain remained alone. He slumped back to the stone bench with a frown, but straightened as the noise happened again.

The rustling grew inexorably closer and Efrain leapt up from the bench, heedless of how the book fell. An orange head popped out through the nearby foliage and regarded the young man with disdain. The recent rain had matted the poor thing’s fur and made his face appear skeletal and sickly. Water droplets hung off its whiskers and clung to his ears. Undaunted by Efrain’s defensive stance, the cat ambled up to him and wiped his soaking wet fur across the young half-elf’s pantleg.

“Hello there,” said Efrain and dropped to his knees in the muddied earth. Eobald would have his head for shirking his research and dirtying his clothes knowing that company was coming, but for the time being the arduous night ahead remained a far-off task and the wily cat demanded his attention. “Where did you wander in from?”

The cat in question bristled at the attention and burbled low in his throat. He looked a wreck and seemed to know it, his discomfort rolling off of him in waves. His paws were near black with dirt and his coat had missing patches and debris stuck in it. Meowing all the while, he let Efrain gently card his fingers through his fur and pick out the larger sticks and brambles. Yellow eyes squinted at him as if trying to see past his skin and bones and into his soul. Efrain didn’t know cats very well, but he figured that was just what cats were like.

“I suppose you couldn’t tell me even if you wanted to,” he continued, more to himself than to the cat. Eobald had been gone the entire day, and most of the last, and the staff of this house had no interest in the son of a noble. As such, Efrain felt entirely neglected and without a better option for a conversation partner, the cat would have to do. “I can get you clean, though, if you want? Chef Marjorie probably has something you’d eat. What do cats eat? I know you’re omnivores, but maybe cats are picky.”

Slowly, as to not startle him, Efrain slipped his arms around him and scooped him up as one would a child. The cat first tensed as tight as a bowstring before relaxing into a puddle in his arms. Grime now stained his white shirt across his chest and down his arms. He’d have to be quick. Eobald would be home in only a few hours.

Without a backwards glance to the fountain or his book, Efrain ducked back inside the hulking mansion and up into his wing of the house. To his surprise, the cat didn’t mind getting washed in his sink nor did he mind the lavender scented shampoo that Efrain found soothing. Luckily, he suffered no wounds and found anything Efrain offered him to eat pleasant enough. It was strange, thought Efrain, as he coaxed the cat out of his nest of now wet towels so he could put them in his laundry, he had always assumed cats to be more finicky. Perhaps this one was just more desperate than the average house cat or more tolerant of Efrain’s bumbling.

He didn’t notice how the afternoon flew by as he tended to the animal, or how long it had taken him to clean the grime from its pelt, and when he finally looked away from the now very clean, very full, and very contented cat, his stomach flipped.

Outside it looked as if the a god had scooped the ocean up and dumped it over their garden all at once. Water poured from the sky and battered the foliage and dirt into submission. From high up in his bedroom, Efrain watched as the rain pummeled and destroyed the ancient tome he’d forgotten, the ink bleeding out into the grasses and the paper turning to mulch.

Fear curled deep in his stomach as he watched. As he heard the telltale slam of the front door downstairs, the awful feeling crawled into his chest and mutated into stinging apprehension. Efrain hadn’t meant to leave the book outside, but the cat had looked so sad and he had figured he had time to go fetch it. The sky had been cloudless a few hours ago.

Eobald shouted up to him, his words lost and garbled by the many floors and hallways between them.

Grass-stained knees, wet trousers, and a dirtied shirt were not the products of a day well-spent in research. Neither was the priceless and ruined tome he’d been given guardianship over, but he’d receive hell for that regardless. Now it was time for damage control.

Efrain had become practiced in the art of quick changes and it only took him until the second time his father bellowed his name from downstairs to be dressed smartly in a new shirt and pant, but he forgot to tuck in his shirt. His muddy boots were discarded on the floor beside his other clothes and his new cleanliness felt akin to armor against the ire already present in his father’s tone. Surely he hadn’t noticed the remnants of the book yet, but he would, and his tone would become the least of Efrain’s worries.

“Stay,” he ordered, voice lacking all assertiveness, and pointed at the feline. “Out of sight, ok?” The orange cat swiped at his leg from his place on the bed and watched as the teenager slipped out of the room like a skulking ghost.

The cat who was not a cat remained on the boy’s bed, content enough and warm enough not to flee the scene as shouts erupted from downstairs. He heard a bang and perhaps it was furniture, a door, or a fist, but it was unpleasant all the same. He sat some more as the cacophony died down and he listened as the guests arrived. The boy had prattled to him about them all earlier. They were some kind of vapid merchants seeking investments. Faint sounds of dinner, of cutlery and reserved conversation, floated up through the floorboards and the cracks in the masonry.

As night fell, an oblivious servant entered to start the fire. They took no notice of him and left the moment their task was through. Only then did the cat move to one of the armchairs by the joyous flames and allow the unfamiliar warmth seep over him.

The dinner ended, pleasantries were presumably passed along, and then cavernous silence. A heartbeat passed, and then several more did. The cat knew the sound of a slap when he heard it and heard it he did. He heard no more shouting, but a rumble of a voice far deeper and darker than the boy he’d decided was his droned on for several minutes. Another heartbeat passed in silence, a younger voice asked something, and then a chair skuddled across the floor and all at once Efrain, cheek pink and eyes red-rimmed, returned and shut the door so carefully that it barely made a click.

He glanced at the cat, offered a wobbly smile, and collapsed onto the bed in a heap. It quickly become clear that he had no intention of removing his boots or shifting position. The cat rejoined him on the bed, his movements slow and laborious.

What did cats do to their young? Or their friends? The cat didn’t know if cats had friends or if they even bothered to do anything with them if they had them. He should probably do something though and offering a shelter, a literal one like Efrain had offered him, was sadly impossible.

The young man shifted from his stomach to his back but did nothing else. He simply stared at the ceiling. His thoughts stayed caged and chained in his mind and the cat doubted that he’d ever offer the key to anyone. His chest tremored as he breathed. In through the nose, slowly, and out through his mouth somehow even slower. In and out, over and over.

The cat wasn’t sure why he did it, but he’d found in recent months that whatever instincts he had, whether they were feline or not, could prove helpful and he’d begun to rely on them.

He stepped, without grace or tact, onto Efrain’s chest and collapsed in a heap. He could feel the too-fast beating of his heart echo through his own bones and he felt how the boy stiffened at his sudden weight. He wished he knew how to purr, but it was a cat skill he’d yet to master, and so he stayed silent and let the crackle of the fire and the other being’s shaky breath fill the silence. After a moment the boy dragged his fingers idly through his fur and after an hour of hiccuping breaths he fell asleep.

The cat stayed on his chest until he was forced off by the shifting of the half-elf, but he stayed by his side to him until the wee hours of the morning. The cat thought all through the night and came to one conclusion: he would stay by this boy’s side whether he liked it or not.

#efrain crayhorn #weasel the cat #self para #tw child abuse #tw domestic abuse #(did I write nearly 2000 words just about this yes don't question it

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skuddlefurbs · 8 months

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Hi Everyone!

Hello to everyone old and new!

Been a bit since I've updated but wanted everyone to know I'm still doing furby things, just finally got settled in the new place and have some time to think about what I want to do with this blank canvas I have.

Decided that Nephog is going to stay a normal furby for the time being as the sudden urge to do a different type of long furby has hit. I have all the time in the world right now between studying, and I gotta do stuff thats crafty to keep my sanity.

So yeah, lil update.

#furby #98 furby #furb #furblr #custom furby #ooak furby #safe furby #allfurby #skuddle talks

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oldmyths · 5 years

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12, 13, 16, 27, 48, 58, 75, 77, 93, 97 & 98

hey thanks for asking!!!!🌟🌟 i already answered 13 and 75 tho

12. Ideas of a perfect date:

i’ve never been on one so i can’t say i know what a date should b like but i think any time my s/o and i would get to spend together having fun and doing smthn fun would be a good time!!

16. Favorite movie:

a huge comfort movie for me is the adventures of tintin (2011) directed by stephen spielberg

27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

harvey keitel in the 70s

48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

in high school, no, cos the elementary+middle school and the high school were in one building and my mom was an elementary school teacher. i hated taking the bus so i went to school with her when she left for work

when i was in college i did sometimes but i tried not to do it often

58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

depends on the game but i try not to

77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

Honestly yes and it hurt so fuckin bad i think it was like 7up or sprite or some other bastard fizzy drink

93. Have you ever broken a bone?

no and the concept is terrifying!

97. Have you ever cheated on a test?

yea i helped my cousin cheat during one of my final exams in high school. the teacher let us leave the room or i think he left the room to do something, and we were the last few in the classroom, so when he left we quickly skuddled out of the room and hid from the cameras and opened my locker at the end of the hall to find answers lkdfjgsd

98. Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?

i forget my own fuckin name sometimes. so yes

#galctus #justice tag #THANK U FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!

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cantelle · 6 years

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Help Save Skuddles

Please, my kitties are everything to me. I really need some help getting her to the vet. Every dollar counts. I know it's tight for everyone, but if you can at least share and repost and spread the word, that would be wonderful. 💜

#cats #cat #gofundme #help #kitty #veterinarian

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betagainstus · 5 years

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special appearance by jules and his SKUDDLES

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sex-gang-children-official · 3 years

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Sex Gang Children. Andi Sex Gang. Parkbühne, Wave Gotik Treffen, Leipzig. Friday 17th May 2013. Photo - Rotting Hill. ◇◇◇◇ SEX GANG CHILDREN LIVE - CHRISTMAS IN LONDON 2021 at the ELECTROWERKS. Friday, 20 December. Support by the UNSTOPPABLE ACHIEVERS. Tickets on sale now from TicketSource & Skuddle Or go to www.sexgangchildren.com for links. . . . . #sexgangchildren #andisexgang #liberationlondon #postpunkmusic #liveconcert #livemusic #postpunk #postpunkrevival #darkmusic #darkpunk #indierock #punk #artrock #deathrock #dystopian #dystopianmusic #alternativerockmusic #gothic #gothrock #gothicrock #gothicculture https://www.instagram.com/p/CVZhuIuL--y/?utm_medium=tumblr

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croo-chan · 7 years

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I haz a birbgirl. Very curious Watcher offspring disguising itself as humanoid kid because humans are so funny! Or maybe their father stuck in the humanoid form and only lately discovered he’s a ton of star and interspace plasma, a living nebula, compressed into a form what imitates carbon life. Kid’s don’t have this problem. they just skuddle back and forth between forms. Cause it’s nice to chew on spaceships and then having an icecream!

#oc #bird #space #art #drawing #doodles #character

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