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purrpletiger · 8 months

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FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

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strawberryhospice · 3 months

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I worked on too many furbies in rapid succession. My hands ache and my right wrist is sore. But I yearn to continue. The Grind must prevail. I need to do something creative.

I’m going insane please hands fix yourselves. I have a vision. Two actually. Please.

Anyway here’s one of my little guys as a reward for reading my post. Meet Lottery or “Lotty” (they/she). They’re so brightly colored that my phone camera thinks she’s glowing.

#furby #furby fandom #furby community #furby 1998 #custom furby #furby custom #ooak #ooak furby #furby love #furby family

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adobe-outdesign · 3 months

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Do you think you could review jubjubs?

JubJubs are one of those Neopets that are just certified Creatures(TM). These guys have a very specific aesthetic to them which I can best describe as an 80s retro toy look ala a Troll doll or Furby. However, they're much cuter than most 80s toys, sporting big eyes and soft fur. I've never been super into them myself, but I appreciate how unique they are compared to the rest of the Neopet species out there.

What's also interesting about JubJubs is that they're the only Neopet species without any upper limbs, which means that they use their prehensile feet kind of like hands. (This also causes them to not be super popular on the NPC front, as it's hard to anthropomorphize something that's literally just fur and feet. Which is a shame—I'd love to see more JubJub characters out there.)

I will say that my one basic grievance with them is that I never liked how they always have orange feet and eyebrows by default regardless of color. Feels like they should've just been a darker/lighter shade of the base, or a more neutral tone. Of course, plenty of PB colours fix this anyway.

Strictly speaking the JubJub's post-customization design is fine, but there's something just slightly off about it compared to the old art that I can't put my finger on. The foot always being up in the air is part of it, but part of it is also the eyes just being a smidge further apart and the fur being a more even shape. Still, for the most part they haven't changed drastically.

Favorite Colours:

Coconut: While not technically a species-specific color as Chias also come in it, coconut JubJubs are pretty iconic in their own right, appearing on Mystery Island frequently. Any JubJub color that plays around with their inherent roundness is fun, and I like the little tassels under the body that connect the feet to the rest of it. The orange feet also work better here, being a complimentary color to the brown.

(There's also an unconverted version, which sports crescent markings, different eyes, and a round mouth. It's not bad, but honestly it always felt really uncanny to me.)

Maraquan: What a nice color this is! Not only is coral a great fit, sort of playing around with the shape of their fur, but the colors are also beautiful—an orange-ish middle that becomes blue at most of the outcrops, with a complimentary magenta for the feet. Something about the mouth and nose here looks especially cute as well.

Halloween: Come on, it's a pumpkin! You can't not like it. While it lost its glowing eyes in the conversion, this design still looks great, sporting carved jack-o-lanturn facial features and a distinct pumpkin shape. The orange feet also now compliment the orange body, while the stem provides a nice pop of color. Great stuff.

(Side note: some of the unconverted art shows the pumpkin as more of a costume with a regular red JubJub inside. The converted version doesn't have pb clothing, and frankly I'm glad. It's much more fun to just think that it's literally a pumpkin than a JubJub that just happens to be in a pumpkin.)

#neopets #neotag #jubjub #neopet reviews

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rosewaterandivy · 9 months

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won me over in spite of me

summary: after having met at the 2020 rock n' roll hall of fame induction ceremony, eddie munson will not leave you be. keeps going on about this guy who'd be perfect for you, but you're not interested in another set-up.

a/n: long live rockstar!eddie and his meddling ways!

🎶 you are the bearer of unconditional things, you held you breath and the door for me, thanks for your patience 🎶

“I’m so sorry,” you say, badly covering yet another yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired today.”

A lie. Of course you knew, how could you not?

“Something keep you awake?” he asks, voice soft against the crashing tide.

You’re walking side by side in the fading light, the salty breeze tickling your nose. He’s holding your boots in one hand, insisting that they’re too nice for you to resign them to the sand, your socks tucked into his back pocket.

An amber glow cuts across his face, making him even more handsome, impossibly enough. You bite your lip, looking quickly away when his eyes meet yours— mossy green and flecked with gold.

“The jet lag, probably.” You huff and laugh, turning to watch the sunset.

He hums in thought, “We could’ve rescheduled.”

“What? like we haven’t done that several times over already?”

His bark of laughter is loud and brings a smile to your face. Steve Harrington, the talented and in-demand actor, laughing at your motor mouth. Who would have thought?

Well, Eddie Munson, for one.

“Eds,” you growl picking up your phone, “It’s 4 in the fucking morning.”

“… shit, sorry.”

You roll over onto your stomach, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Well, what is it? What couldn’t you possibly wait to badger me about?”

He sighs down the line, you can almost hear him rolling his eyes. “Remember how you were drunkenly lamenting the lack of decent men in the dating scene?”

“I told you that in confidence, Edward.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, “And apps are the worst, even if they claim to have a screening process like Raya— that’s not your scene.”

“Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Will you just lemme,” he lets out an exasperated huff. “I am trying to you a solid girly.”

A brief consideration.

“You know how I feel about set-ups.”

“Okay, but it’s me? I’m not gonna set you up with some creep who has like, a collection of Furbies or some shit.”

“Long Furbies or normal Furbies?”

“Was any Furby truly normal? More like demon spawn— but that’s beside the point.”

You sigh, smooshing your face into the pillow and mumble out something unintelligible.

“C’mon sugar, use your big girl words.”

God, you could kill him.

“I said,” you enunciate pointedly, “I’ll consider it.”

“Hell yeah!” he crows directly into your ear. “Only a year of bugging you and you finally see reason.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Munson.”

He ends the call by promising to send you the details. so, after your set in Munich you read through a few emails— put out a few fires your publicist expressed concern about, and check your texts.

eds: steve harrington

you: i’m sorry who?

eds: … are you fucking with me?

you: no??

eds: omg 😆 he’s gonna love that

you: the guy you’re trying to set me up with gets off on people not knowing who he is? not really selling it to me here, munson.

eds: no, that’s not— i’ll send you a pic

you: if there is a whisper of dick, i am throwing my phone into the isar river

eds: [IMG]

“Really?” you greet once he picks up, “That’s the pic? How is that supposed to be helpful?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Shut up, nerd. I know you don’t sleep. Just answer the question.”

“Ah, you caught me,” he laughs softly. “It’s his contact photo in my phone— whaddaya want from me? You said you didn’t want a dick pic.”

You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Eds, why would you have seen this guy’s dick, much less have a photo of it?”

“Truthfully, it was an accident, both times.” You can hear him shuffling across the line. “But there is nothing wrong with dudes checking out each other’s rigs.”

“I—" your mouth is gaping open like a fish. “I need to drink myself to oblivion to forget this conversation.”

“I mean, it’s noice, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says unhelpfully.

“GOODBYE Edward!”

Thankfully, he calls not long after the disastrous text exchange. You were doing fuck-all lounging around the house since finishing your festival circuit. Technically, this was supposed to be a writing day, but the muse had not been kind to you lately. Studio time was booked for a few weeks out, and you were struggling to come up with the motivation to finish the last few songs for the album.

The buzz of the phone provided a needed excuse to pack it in for the day. Shutting your journal and tossing a pen onto the coffee table, you answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Uh, yeah. Hi." He cleared his throat briefly, "M'glad you picked up, considering how much of an idiot I was. Sorry, by the way."

Steve's voice is low and raspy, but warm and inviting. You lean back on the leather sofa, sinking back into the cushions suddenly not so nervous.

"Well, I'm a nice person, second chances and all that."

He laughs at that. "Very gracious of you."

"Though," you say, "You never did confirm that this is, in fact, Steve Harrington that I am speaking with."

"No?"

"Nope," you pop the 'p' for emphasis. "So, I'm gonna have to ask for some sort of proof because Eddie was less than helpful."

He scoffs, "Typical Munson."

A moment later your phone pings with a notification: s.h. sent an image. Opening it up, you compare it to the images that pop up when you Google his name, and, sure enough, that's him.

"Better?" he asks, after giving you a moment.

"I suppose it'll do. Not like I'm about to suggest facetime," you sigh, running a hand through your unkempt hair. "Especially when I'm rocking writer's retreat chic."

"Mmm," he hums, "Sounds comfy. I'm jealous."

"Yeah?" you laugh, "They not let you roll up in sweats and bleach-stained shirts for your shoot today?"

His laughter greets you, "Y'know, oddly they don't?"

The conversation flows easily from there. He tells you what he can about his current project and you regale him with tales from life on the road, including special appearances by one Eddie Munson. Steve is easy to talk to— effusive and funny, which you hadn’t expected.

You hate to admit it, but Eddie may have been onto something.

“And then he—" Steve stops short, mid-story about a prank gone awry onset of his last project, muttering an apology and you can hear him open the door.

"Mr. Harrington, they're ready for you on set."

Trying to ignore the sour pull of your gut, you heave yourself off of the couch determined to do at least one productive thing today. He had to get back to set, you needed to get something done today, and the conversation was coming to a close.

The door closes with a soft click, quickly followed by Steve's sigh. "So, I gotta get back to work."

"Yeah," you clear your throat. "I guess I should too."

"I, uh, I'm really glad we got to talk." His voice was softer now, "C-could I call you later?"

"Oh, sure." You swallow the nerves creeping up your throat and ignore the kick of your heart in your chest. "I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

You screw your eyes shut, feeling yourself growing hot. "Don't get a big head about it, Harrington."

He laughs, breath blowing in huffs down the line. "Might be too late for that honey."

Numerous phone and FaceTime calls, messages, and several reschedulings later, you were going on a date with Steve. A first date at that, and you couldn't recall the last time you'd been on one of those. His assistant and best friend, Robin had called to confirm with you and promised to drop a pin of the place in Malibu where you'd meet him.

You were lucky enough to fly relatively under the radar most of the time, but since releasing and touring with your sophomore album, it was becoming more difficult to pull off. Not that you didn't like being nominated and winning awards or receiving feedback from your peers— you did, it was just a cosmic catch-22.

Steve completely understood when you'd mentioned not wanting anything especially public for the date. Just said he'd take care of it and for you not to worry about a thing.

But here you were, doing just that staring at your closet trying to find something to wear. In a panic, you'd called Eddie who was currently rifling through your dresser and tossing things behind him. The only thing you'd been able to agree on were the denim shorts, laid out on the bed awaiting the rest of your outfit.

"Aha!" He tossed a red top onto the bed, turning back to face you. "Those," he gestured to the shirt and shorts, "With your boots— the Docs or Blood—"

“Blundstone.”

"Right," he nods, "S'what I said."

You appraise the articles of clothing warily. "Okay."

"Now the lingerie situation is where it gets interesting."

You scoff, "Absolutely not." And begin herding him toward the door, "Consider your services done for the evening."

Shutting the door to change, you hear Eddie talking indistinctly in the hallway. Tieing the hem of the shirt into a knot, you let Eddie back in to assess.

With a nod of approval, he ends the call. "What's up, hot stuff? Harrington's not gonna know what hit him!"

You smile and walk to the mirror in the bathroom to see what can be done about your hair and makeup.

"Speaking of which," Eddie trails after you. "That was him on the phone. Fashion emergency, would you believe?"

"Uh huh," you roll your eyes. "Okay, Miranda Priestly."

"Anyway, I gotta run." He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and a smile. "You're gonna knock 'em dead!"

And he's off.

"Hey," Eddie shouts from the first-floor entryway. "Keep your hair down and do a red lip with that, sugar!"

Steve meets you at the beach. He’s dressed down in jeans and t-shirt and a red bomber jacket— you try to hide the smirk creeping its way across your face; Eddie purposefully curating your respective sartorial choices to match. What a little scamp. You park the car, a vintage cream Mercedes convertible and give yourself a final look in the mirror— hair voluminous and wind whipped (shout-out to leave in stylers), red lip matching your top to a tee.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Hi,” he greets you, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Steve opens the door for you, allowing you to step out and put your sunglasses on.

The door shuts with a soft click.

“Hi,” you reply with a small smile, willing the nerves bubbling in your chest to stay at bay. You nod to the bundle of flowers, “Those for me?”

“Oh, right.” As if he’s just remembered them. “Yeah, your assistant said these were your favorite so.” He extends the hand holding the bouquet toward you, almost hesitantly.

“They are,” you say, fingers brushing against his as you accept the flowers, paper and cellophane crinkling in your grasp. Bringing them to your nose, you breathe in the fresh fragrance of the flowers. “You did good Harrington, thank you.”

He ducks his head and smiles, one hand coming up to run through his hair. “Uh, you're welcome. I’m glad you like them.” He jerks his head toward the beach, “We’re set-up a bit further down. You don’t mind a walk, do you?” You can feel his eyes on you, even as you look away to the shoreline.

A shake of your head, skin warming from the sun overhead and excitement at the possibility of this new thing between you and Steve. What might it be like? To put yourself through it all again, with someone new?

“No,” you answer, jarring yourself from any further lines of inquiry. “I don’t mind at all. Lead the way!”

He slows his pace to walk beside you, sunglasses hiding his gaze. You hold the flowers in your left hand, leaving your right— the one closest to Steve, free. He walks on the right, keeping the damp sand of the shore from you. It reminds you of something your grandmother said way back when you had started entertaining thoughts about dating for the first time: A gentleman always walks on the outside of their date, it’s a sign of chivalry and respect.

Your hands brush a couple of times, pinkies grazing one another. Steve is quiet, more so than you’d been accustomed to— he’s a regular chatterbox on the phone and a texting fiend, more often than not. Maybe he’s nervous? He certainly wouldn’t be the only one. Hands bumping against each other once more, you take it upon yourself make the first move.

“If you wanted to hold my hand so badly,” you laugh, twining your fingers together, “You could’ve just asked Steve.”

He looks at you, pink flush on his cheeks and a beatific smile. “Sorry,” he says with a squeeze of your hand, “Guess I’m a little rusty. And nervous,” he admits shyly. “You’re just so—“

“Intimidating? I get that a lot.”

Steve stops short, looking at you once more. “No— I mean, maybe to some but,” he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair. “You’re … beautiful.”

It’s an interesting phrase and you notice that it’s not the usual you look beautiful. But instead he’s said it as a declaration of fact— you are beautiful. Not in the way that relies on your looks or the clothes you’re wearing. And it’s nice— it’s sincere because that’s just how Steve Harrington is, as you’ve come to quickly learn.

“Sorry, was that—“

“Don’t apologize,” you say, when you’ve found your voice again. “I— thank you.” You duck your chin to hide your stupid grin. “You’re beautiful too, Steve.”

The walk resumes, both of you more at ease now. The conversation flows easily between you— work, friends, schedules— and you allow yourself to relax. First-date jitters subsided with the cadence of his voice and the warmth of his hand engulfing yours.

Maybe, just maybe this could become something real.

And, if so, Eddie Munson would never let you hear the end of it.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfiction #modern!actor!steve #Spotify

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astraltrickster · 2 months

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I think about The Rat Penis Incident, and the sheer amount of spam literature being sent to publishers that's not even just unedited but obviously unread even by the submitter, and the Air Canada lawsuit, and Hollywood's AI big ideas, and I just think...

The current state of AI in the corporate world is like if some billionaire managed to convince a bunch of other billionaires that the robot toys that exploded in popularity in the late 90s-early 2000s were totally capable of not only doing human labor, but doing it unassisted. One day everything is normal, the next day you walk into a store and there's a fucking barely-modified Furby at the register and three I-Cybies rolling all over the floor, tripping on merchandise, because they're SUPPOSED to be maintaining the displays, but surprising absolutely no one who's paying attention they're woefully inadequate for the job.

The "fuck around" phase, of course, ends up being short-lived, because the flaws are immediately obvious - these things just don't work as employees, they're toys; they're lovely and fun proof of concept for some recent robotics breakthroughs but they're HARDLY capable of doing much more than entertaining their owners and maybe teaching said owners how to interact with robots a little. They especially don't work when they're just left to their own devices without anyone modifying, reprogramming, and directing them. The "find out" phase begins as soon as 5 minutes after opening on the first day of this experiment-

But the "find out" phase is absolutely shit for everyone BUT the toy companies at first - not just the business owners duped into trying this new system, but the displaced employees and even the customers.

Meanwhile, the toy companies keep swearing up and down that, no, no, it's fine, you just have to hire someone to maintain and direct the robots, but it's not REAL Work, you can pay them half of what you used to pay your old staff and hire a quarter of the people, it's fine! And they've totally got a software update coming out that will keep things running smoothly so you can get rid of even them eventually! It's all fine. It's going to be fine. There is no war in Ba Sing Se.

And so the sunk cost fallacy keeps them trying. And trying. And TRYING to make it work, in the face of a public that's reacting in ways from becoming increasingly agitated to the point of hating anyone who buys these robots even as toys or who contradicts the claim that operating and maintaining the robots is trivial non-labor, to becoming dangerously desensitized to the kind of incompetence that USED to be a massive red flag labeled "SCAM" in huge bold glowing letters...

And those of us watching the carnage just have to wonder not only how long they can keep it up, but also how much better off we'd be if the animatronics maintenance crew at theme parks was more respected, among MANY other things.

#ai tag #serious tag #ish

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son1c · 1 year

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An little question I have, is cyborg/furby sonic just smooth, or does he have fur. What i mean is do the quills just blend into blue and then beige skin? Or because it was incorrectly done is it a mixture of skin and fur like a sylvanian families doll? Is it more like bone? Or does he just look completely normal texture wise as he was before the whole incident (but with the cool scars and glowing eyes). This is the first sonic fanfic ive ever read as I only got into the fandom recently and I just want to thank you for making it so engaging to read its a nice break from studying when you upload. :>

he has fur! he's normal on the outside! give him clothes and a pair of sunglasses and you'd never know... but he knows. he knows.

#hodgeopodgeo #the existential horror of it all...#also wahhh i'm glad ur enjoying it <333 makes me smile :')

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averygamin2 · 10 months

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My honest opinion on the new Furby

Ok, I don’t hate it, but I don’t love it either. I’m not a huge fan of the design.

First of all, the eyes. Every Furby generation from 2012-on has had LCD eyes that got better with each new generation. This one does not. It literally looks like someone poured rainbow glitter in its eyes. And the way the eyes move is really strange. 1998s had eyelids separate from the eye. This one moves the whole thing.(kinda like how Teddy Ruxpin’s eyes were built)

Secondly, the beak. Oh boy. Now I’m not sure WHAT was going on in Hasbro’s head up there, but WHY would you not give a Furby A MOVING BEAK?! I’m still confused! In fact, the only Furby I can think of that doesn’t have a moving beak is a Furbling, because it lacks motors completely. And it’s not like this thing is tiny, either. Apparently, according to someone here, it’s almost the same size as an Emoto-Tronic! They really couldn’t have fit a beak motor in there?

Another thing is some of the modes. Breathing excercises and fortune telling? Why would a Furby need to do that?! Leave the breathing exercises to Barbie!(and even then people said the doll was demonic, imagine what they’d say about a FURBY, who already had the reputation for being demonic) And fortune telling? I’m pretty sure there was a Furby-like you made by Playmates in the 90s that had fortune telling!

I think the light show mode is pretty cool, but Crayfurbs said that the prototype kinda looked like a Furreal Fuzzalots, which it totally does(it even has the color-changing glow thing!) I think this probably isn’t the best look for Furby.

Also, I noticed that this Furby doesn’t have a name like some other generations. Just “Furby”. I guess they were trying to “revive” the Furby like the 2012 one, but the thing is, Furby never died. Furby has always been here. They could have called it Furby Glow or Furby Besties or something along those lines.

So was this the best release? No. Was it the worst? Eh… maybe? I mean, the 2005s looked pretty, well, Funky(that’s even what the 2006s were called) and their babies looked like… uncooked chicken? But they were still cute. Now, this new Furby is cute, just in a different way(like, way too much kawaii and glitter)

I’m still very much excited to get one!

#Furby #Averygamin rambles again

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the-bumbling-furby · 5 months

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heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby

[pt: heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby /end pt]

first off: i do not condone any hate towards the 2023 Furby or the people who like it! the Furby fandom is all about embracing weirdness, and the reaction to the newest Furby shouldn’t be any different

out of respect for those who like the new Furbys, all of my negative opinions will be kept under the cut

i also will not be adding image descriptions as i don’t have the energy right now, so please feel free to add them on

that being said, let’s get into it!

things i like:

[pt: things i like /end pt]

the color palette

while it can definitely be a little bit overstimulating, i really enjoy all of the new Furby color palettes! they’re bright and fun while also not being too busy. i think that the colors work well together and look really neat

the lights

i honestly really liked the lights, especially how they glow through the ears! they look super neat and add a nice touch of personality. the range of colors as well as the transitions between were a pleasant surprise

customizability

the possibilities for customization of these Furbys are honesty impressive, and even in the few months they’ve been out i’ve seen so many cool 2023 customs! unlike the boom and connect (no shade to them), the eyes are fully able to be painted while still working. i honestly can’t wait until we get to see some oddbody and longified versions of these guys

[source 1] [source 2] [source 3]

the homage to 1998 Furby in the packaging

i'm not sure how many people actually noticed this as i haven’t seen it mentioned yet, but on the interior packaging there’s a gen 1 Furby on the shelf in 2023 Furby’s room! i thought that it was a super sweet touch and it made me smile as i was opening up my own 2023 Furby :)

no app!

it was honestly super relieving for me that there’s no app for the newest Furby. the apps for the boom and connect were great ideas, but they were very finicky and then got discontinued after the generation ended. i’m personally glad that the 2023 Furby can do everything on it’s own with no app add-ons

things i didn’t like (under cut):

[pt: things i didn’t like (under cut) /end pt]

the voice

honestly the voice gave me such a headache. i can’t quite put my finger on it, but the pitch combined with the quality of the voice just made it super hard to listen to. i know this is a personal thing, but it really made me enjoy this Furby a lot less than i could have. here’s a video of my 2023 Furby, if you haven’t heard one:

lack of animation/life

while the mechanics were pretty well done, i think that there was a severe lack of depth or life in how the 2023 Furby moves and looks. i won’t talk about the beak since everyone already has, but the lack of a moving beak is one of the many contributors to the overall lack of animation. with how many times Furby has been rebooted, i personally think that the (artificial) life of Furby has been deprived more and more

stereotypically gendered marketing

while i don’t like gender stereotypes, it’s very clear that Hasbro had a target audience for this new Furby. with both the language and design of the 2023 Furby, it is less enjoyable and socially acceptable for young boys to have. while i wish this weren’t the case, this kind of rigid and targeted marketing is unfortunately something that needs to be considered

repetitive and very little evolution

while each of the other generations had something that varied their interactions, i felt that this one had a lot less of that. with the 1998's learning of english, the 2005's range of emotions, the 2012's different personalities, and the 2016's different personalities and reactions to things, i felt like there was something missing in the 2023 Furby. The actions felt repetitive, and the occasional song addition wasn't enough to keep me really interested. the repetition started to get on my nerves a bit and i ended up turning my Furby off

thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby!

[pt: thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby! /end pt]

#2023 furby #furby 2023 #my post #furby #furby fandom #furblr #furby community #long post #undescribed

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furbee8467 · 10 months

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Since there’s been a lot of negativity in the fandom right now i want to talk about what i like/ point out somethings that bother me about others points

I really like the new eyes! The direction they took feels more like the older designs (1998 and 2005’s) and though more cutesy it’s something I personally prefer

it’s really cute you guys look at them!!! There so shaped <3

It’s actually not really far off in price compared to the og as you may think because of a horrible thing know as inflation the og furby would be about 60 dollars so it’s only really 10 dollars more expensive then the 1998’s

it looks like a little guy you would find in some strange cave with glowing crystals or a forest with mushrooms which adds a magical feel

i’ve seen a lot of complaints about it feeling too gendered towards girls but this isn’t really new the 2005’s were also trying to aim towards young girls and I believe I remember the 2012’s were to? and quite honestly bright colors shouldn’t be gendered (though i know they are for some reason???)

I don’t have one yet but from i have heard from the new features they sound really cool!! The meditation thing if it’s implemented well could probably help people with anxiety and other neurodivergent in fun ways! And come on the glow is just super whimsical and fun

the furby is enby again the queer have won!!!

The non moving beak isn’t a huge bother too me because oh my god imagine having to line that up with 600 phases it could have possibly made the furby even more expensive which no one wants. And also it comes with a lot of other stuff that we have never seen before

OBVIOUSLY it is not flawless but i am sick of all the negativity in a fandom that is supposed to love furbies so i wanted to make this

(AND INTERNET DISCLAIMER this is my opinion and you do not have to agree but please do not start arguments on a post that i want to be a positivity post)

#sorry if this is incoherent i am pretty much just rambling lol #furby #furby fandom #furby community #all furby #furby love #safe furby #furbies #furblr #furby blog #furbys #2023 furby #Furby 2023

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furbing-atrocities · 1 year

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Hi, I'm Leviathan

Im Leviathan, but u can call me Levi, or Lev, or honestly any variation of Leviathan! My pronouns r they/he/it, and I'm a libramasculine, ambiamorous, omnioriented demisexual grayromantic.

Tags: #tech stuff and #f: [furby name]

I drew the header, and I will *try* to update it every time I get a new furb! [<- very very behind]

My main blog is @ace-up-your-sleeve , my plushie blog is @beanie-buddy-boy , my alterhumanity blog is @fish-forcibly-removed-from-water, and my regression blog is @dreamy-puppy-xo

I'm a MINOR. Don't be weird.

secret draw box

DNI: TERFs, transmeds, racists, exclusionists or queerphobes of any kind, etc.

furby bios (w some pics) under the cut

Loup

he/they

non-working

gay (mlm) trans demiboy!

scene

an absolute angel

hyper from all of the monster he drinks

pinterest board

Ziggontorath (aka Ziggy)

he/they/xe/weird/eye

working w/ a voice glitch

xenogender user!!!

masc agender, dreameyegender, eyeclusterin, weirdcorian, and kidcorestalgic!

aroace and in a qpr w Fax Machine

pinterest board

Sistine Chapel

she/her

fully working

soft girl lesbian

likes art and sapphic poetry

shy and blush-y

once you get to know her tho, she is very goofy!!

pinterest board

Casimir

he/him

working but mute

loves flowers smmmm

loups bf

yes he gives loup flowers

bi af

uses <3 too much

pinterest board

TUP

Tremendous Unanimous Pickles

any pronouns

working + has a voice glitch!!!

once screamed bc i took her batteries out

even ppl who hate furbies think hes adorable

pinterest board

Kioko

she/her

works but gears r rlly loud (thanks Jetta 🙄)

very curious about everything

likes coloring and eating bugs

Tup is like an older brother

Ziggy and Piccolo are her dads <3

Flanagan Shithead

he/him

kinda looks like balls with a face and pubes

feral as fuck + will bite you

Cyborg Piccolo Fax Machine

he/him

untested and missing his batter cover :(

transmasc and in a qpr with Ziggy <3

physically disabled + had a prosthetic leg

dancing queen young and sweet only 17

major dad energy. need to get this man a hawaiian shirt stat

Nyx

she/her

fully working and goofy as all hell

soon to be customized <3

rlly bubbly and energetic

Allergic Reaction aka "Reo"

he/him

fully functioning

so pissy

like he is just so angry for no reason!!!!

Cheesecake

she/they

nonfunctional

butch lesbian

punk asf

doing your mom dating Sistine Chapel <3

raspberry swirl custom (based on the prototype)

Cough Syrup

he/she/they

unironically one of my favs tbh

her singing makes me rlly happy

i rlly like playing with their hair

he rocks french braids

Raul

he/they

shy lil fella

my gf got him for me for my bday <3

he has my fav voice of all my '98s

someone said that he and cough syrup kiss a lil sometimes in the comments of their intro post???

to me thats like saying 2 newborn babies are "dating" bc they r next to each other

Gilbert

he/him

gay and the colors of the mlm flag <3

literally just a little guy

gifted to me by someone in my server 🫶

Bubblegum

she/her

a 9/11 baby

a custom for my gf <3

Chevel Philodendron Silly Goose

he/she/they/it

"Choose Goose*

omnigay boygirl silly swag <333

had the biggest glow up ever

Pancake Robomachine

they/it

nonbinary silly :3

first complete reskinning ive done :3

named by my little cousin

Angel Dust/Anthony

he/him

gay

makes 7 sex jokes a minute

based on the Hazbin Hotel character

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sparrowmoth · 2 years

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Product of the 90s • [AO3]

Teen | 1.6K | Matchablossom | Fluff and Humour, Furby!Carla

A/N: Happy birthday to my beloved best friend and fellow 90s kid, @everfairestar! Furbies have no rights, but Vi does, so I wrote this as a compromise on our positions. Please enjoy some SK8 silliness. <3

CW: Canon typical arguments, mention of alcohol, and minor violence against a furby.

Kojiro hasn’t knocked in years—not at Kaoru’s door, at least. He has the keys already out, dangling from his fingers, and when he steps onto the mat outside, he shifts the groceries in his arms, then stoops down to the door knob. He turns it, pushes it open, wrestles the key out before crossing the threshold—

“I’m home,” he calls, as he always does, though he doesn’t live here and never has. He might, one day, if they ever talk about “it.” That thing unspoken that they dance around, all but experts at the steps.

Kojiro slips out of his shoes and pauses to listen. The apartment is quiet, but there’s faint noise from the bedroom, behind the cracked open door. The sound of running water and a shuffle of products—

Kaoru’s started the day late, but that’s nothing unusual. It’s 10 AM on a rainy Sunday morning. There is no one to impress, least of all Kojiro.

He glances around at all the blinds pulled shut as he crosses to the kitchen. “Hey, wouldn’t kill you to let some light in,” he calls toward the bedroom, setting the bags down on the wooden counter. “Damn vampire,” he adds under his breath, a smile betraying his affection.

He starts unpacking the groceries—mostly fresh ingredients for the brunch he has in mind, but a few things to populate Kaoru’s barren fridge, as well. Nothing needing to be cooked, since the spoiled brat can’t be damned—just some sushi and sliced fruit and bottled iced tea. Enough to keep him alive through the work day tomorrow—

Humming, Kojiro shuts the fridge and looks around. He thought he’d heard the bedroom door creak, but there’s no sign of Kaoru.

“I’m making bruschetta,” he announces, in case Kaoru is lingering just out of sight, slipping into his yukata. There’s no answer and that’s well enough, because Kojiro has just flicked on the kitchen light and he doesn’t need to hear it for the thousandth time that he “could have just asked Carla to do it.” Like it’s really so much effort.

Kojiro grabs two tomatoes and goes to wash them in the sink. Over the sound of the faucet running, he hears a strange mechanical noise. Probably one of the older appliances, a victim to Kaoru’s tinkering—

He doesn’t think much of it, since movement catches his attention in his peripheral vision. There’s nothing there when he looks, but he’s sure there was—something small, fast, and black-furred between the couch and the kitchen island, having zoomed out from the bedroom.

“Kaoru,” he starts uncertainly, pushing up on his tiptoes and leaning over the island, trying to see where the thing had gone. “Did you get a cat?” He can’t see anything, but it sounds like something is moving.

“Here, kitty, kitty…” He sets the tomatoes down on the cutting board, grabs a dish towel for his hands as he rounds the counter.

Something whirs in the shadows, between the barstools.

Large, glowing pink eyes blink suddenly open.

“Konnichiwa.”

∙

Kaoru, standing in his bedroom in front of the mirror, neatly ties off his obi to the sound of a yelp. There’s an almighty thud from around the kitchen somewhere, then the sound of his name and pounding footsteps. He rolls his eyes, counts off the seconds. One, two—

“KAORU, WHAT IS THAT THING?”

“That thing is Carla,” Kaoru answers coolly. He plucks a thread off his sleeve before turning to Kojiro, raising an eyebrow at his wild eyes and panting. He looks quite dramatic for having sprinted a mere thirty feet from the kitchen to the bedroom. Ridiculous ape.

“Carla,” huffs Kojiro, still breathing hard, “is a skateboard. THAT—”

“She’s not a skateboard,” Kaoru interrupts, folding his arms across his chest with an unimpressed look. “Carla is a highly sophisticated AI with diverse applications, one of which just so happens to be—”

“A FURBY?”

“—my skateboard, and yes, an electronic toy repurposed as a mobile operative capable of greeting my guests and home invaders, alike.”

Kojiro scoffs. “Who are you calling a home invader, four eyes?”

“Nanjo Kojiro,” comes a pleasant, feminine voice from behind Kojiro, who springs forward into the bedroom like an alarmed cat. “Master has asked me to deliver a message. Please stand by.” She begins to play a recording of Kaoru’s voice that almost immediately degrades into a garbled sound. “Me hungry,” she rattles out, voice gravelly, clicking her beak and advancing on Kojiro, who practically shrieks—

Kaoru observes all this with scientific detachment. “I see,” he muses, adjusting his glasses. “She’s assessed your behaviour as childish and is attempting to endear herself to you by mimicking a simple toy…”

“What—I’m childish?” Kojiro snaps, affronted, still slowly backing away from Carla. “You’re the one experimenting on our childhood!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we never played with Furbies.”

“IT’S THE PRINCIPLE OF IT, KAORU.”

“Well… principally, you’re an idio—“ Kaoru breaks off with a sharp gasp, scandalized as he’s ever been. “DID YOU JUST KICK CARLA? OH, DON’T YOU SHAKE YOUR HEAD—YOU DID! I SAW YOU!”

“SHE WAS TRYING TO BITE ME.”

“SHE DOESN’T HAVE TEETH.”

Kaoru rushes around the end of the bed to where Kojiro is backed against a wall. There, at his feet, Carla is lying on her back, her big pink eyes staring dully at the ceiling as she mutters, “Whoa, whoa.”

“Carla!” Kaoru cries, dropping onto his knees and cupping her in both hands. “Carla, if you can hear me, say something, please…”

The Furby whirrs and stutters gibberish, blinking out of sync.

“You killed her,” says Kaoru, lifting his head to glare up at Kojiro, who’s been not-so-subtly trying to inch away. “You killed Carla.”

Kojiro stops where he is, half-formed guilt on his face. He shakes his head a second later as if to clear the expression, then lets out a scoff. “She can’t die in a way that matters.” He crosses his arms, resolute.

“You can,” Kaoru threatens, standing with Carla in his arms.

Kojiro rolls his eyes, then lifts an eyebrow. “If you kill me, you’re stuck cooking for yourself…” He leans in and jabs a finger into Kaoru’s chest as he utters gravely, “For the rest of your life.”

Now, it’s Kaoru who scoffs, stepping back and turning away. “You know, I could afford delivery,” he says over his shoulder, walking out of the bedroom with Kojiro on his heels, sputtering protests.

∙

The dark and quiet apartment that Kojiro walked into has filled with light and life as the morning continues. It’s still raining outside, but the clouds are thinning. Warm yellow light indoors proves as good as sunshine for both their moods now that their plates lay empty.

They sit together on the couch with their shoulders almost touching, nursing bellinis as they soak in old music. Something Kaoru liked in high school, but won’t admit to now—even when they’re alone. He won’t actually say it. He’ll just take the old CD out, throw a look at Kojiro like he’s daring him to comment, then hit play on nostalgia.

That’s what it is for Kojiro, who always thinks of these songs like the soundtrack to Kaoru—well, teenage Kaoru. The boy he grew out of, so Kaoru likes to believe. He’s still in there, thinks Kojiro, though he keeps that to himself.

Oh, but he must be smiling since Kaoru looks at him sidelong.

“Care to share with the class?”

“Not today, sensei,” says Kojiro with a wink.

“Hmph.” Kaoru elbows him, subtly leaning into the contact. He tips his head to the side, letting his long pink hair spill down on Kojiro’s shoulder; and just when Kojiro thinks that his head might follow—

“Huh, where? Doo? Me no see you, Master!” comes a grating voice.

Kojiro groans and downs the rest of his bellini in a single gulp. “You said you took out her batteries,” he mutters accusingly, empty glass in hand. He sets it down on the coffee table, then turns to pout at Kaoru, who tries and fails to ignore it—

He just looks too pathetic. Kojiro knows.

Rolling his eyes, Kaoru takes a slow sip from his own glass before he replies, “I did.” He pauses. “And then I may have put in new ones.”

Kojiro’s pout fades with a groan. “I thought she was dead…”

That earns him a scowl.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Jealous ape.”

Carla laughs, a rocky, gurgling sound like a mountain stream if the water were static. “Party!” she giggles. “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!”

Raising an eyebrow, Kojiro glances over his shoulder at the kitchen counter, where the Furby—or Carla—or “Furba,” as he’s decided to call her—it—whatever—lays abandoned next to Kaoru’s tools, half her wiring exposed like a corpse picked by vultures. Appropriately horrific.

“I’m not jealous,” he says flatly, offering a hand to take Kaoru’s now empty glass. “Your robot girlfriend on the other hand…” He smirks at Kaoru as he stands, gathering up the rest of the dishes to wash.

“If you’re implying that I would program such a base emotion—”

“I’m implying that you did.”

Kaoru twists around on the couch, frowning after Kojiro as he heads into the kitchen and sets the dishes in the sink. “Then you’re not implying anything, you’re stating it, you beefed up chimp.”

“That’s a new one,” Kojiro snorts.

“Whoa!” Carla loudly exclaims, startling them both. “Big light!” She starts to convulse—as much as a Furby can manage—causing Kaoru to leap up and rush to the counter, tools in hand before he’s even sat.

He has the air of a surgeon, or more, the latest Dr. Frankenstein.

Kojiro chokes down a laugh as he soaps up the dishes, but he still smiles into the sink, with his back turned to Kaoru, just listening to him tinker. It’s times like these he forgets he has a home to return to.

It just feels like he’s there, like home’s a synonym for “Kaoru.”

He might tell him one day—when he’s drunk or something.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated. If you’d like to leave a kudos or comment on AO3, I’d really love that, as well! ♥

#matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #SK8 fanfiction #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #SK8 #furby!Carla #furbies (derogatory)#my fanfiction #my writing #I hate furbies fr but this was so much fun to write jkdajgkdsjgk

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