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[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!

[bugborgs]

@bugborgweek day 04: nature

FLOWERSSSS. i have no idea how to draw flowers or even assemble bouquets but i had fun and that’s all that matters

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Mantis is humming along to the music drifting from the ship’s speakers, bobbing her head along to the beat as she prods at the bouquet on the table. The cellophane it’s wrapped in crinkles noisily as she adjusts the placement of the flowers and fluffs the leaves and petals.

It’s a pretty bouquet; beautiful, even, if she says so herself. She’d picked out the flowers herself the day before when they’d first docked on the planet, and arranged them herself. Maybe it wasn’t quite the level of professional florist, but it was nice and she’d had fun putting it together.

She only hoped Nebula would like it as much as she’d enjoyed making it.

The song eventually fades away as it ends, but Mantis continues to adjust the flowers even as the next one starts. Her touch is gentle, so as not to damage the fragile petals, but her movements are charged with an anxious sort of energy.

It’s okay, she tells herself. It’s just another date.

“Hey, Mantis.” Peter pokes his head in through the door. He watches her nervously swap a bright blue flower with a purple one. “You okay? Excited?”

“Oh, yes.” She turns a flower in between her fingers. “A little nervous, but mostly excited.”

“Yeah, I get ya. First anniversaries can be a bit nerve-wracking, but it’ll be fine. The most important thing is that you guys love each other and have fun, and these”—he steps closer and gestures to the colorful bouquet—“are lovely.”

Mantis can’t help but beam. “Thank you. I hope Nebula thinks so, too.”

“Nebula’s gonna love it,” Peter assures confidently. “She’s gonna love it so much, her cybernetics are gonna short-circuit.”

Mantis smacks his shoulder lightly. “Don’t jinx me!” she gasps. “I don’t want her short-circuiting on our date!”

Peter throws his hands up placatingly. “It was just a joke!” He puts an arm around her shoulder in a half-hug and gives her a gentle shake. “Seriously, you’re gonna have fun, and Nebula is gonna love the flowers, and it’s all gonna be great.”

Mantis smiles. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter grins in response. “’Course. Speaking of Nebula, that’s actually why I’m here. She called a little bit ago to say she entered the atmosphere, so she’ll be here soon.”

“Oh!” Mantis brightens and her antennae perk up. “I’ll go out to wait for her. I want to be there to greet her.”

She gives the flowers one last fluff before bundling the bouquet into her arms and following Peter off of the ship.

-

Mantis waves to Nebula as she exits her ship but hangs back for a moment while Gamora greets her sister. After, Nebula heads straight for Mantis and her heart skips a beat in excitement and she has to stop herself from practically flinging herself at Nebula. It was hard not to—it was always so exciting to see Nebula again after so long, and in the end she can’t resist for long.

She rushes to meet her, quickly closing the distance between them and throws her arms around Nebula’s neck in a tight hug. The bouquet—which had been hidden behind her back—goes with her. Nebula’s hands move to catch her and come to rest on Mantis’s waist.

She opens her mouth to say something, but then tilts her head slightly when she notices the bouquet resting across her back, hears the stiff paper holding it together crinkle and rustle, and she looks questioningly at Mantis.

Beaming, Mantis steps back and presents the bouquet to her. Nebula’s eyes widen slightly, surprised, and she slowly takes the bundle with careful hands.

“I wanted to get you something,” Mantis explains as Nebula studies the bouquet and carefully touches the petals of a blue flower. “Peter said flowers are often used for gifts on Terra, and I liked the idea. I picked flowers that made me think of you.”

“You picked out each flower?”

“And arranged them, yes.” Mantis wrings her hands. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” Nebula says, her voice hitching. “It’s lovely. Thank you, I…it’s very sweet.”

Mantis exhales in relief, delighted that she does. But then Nebula frowns. “I didn’t get you anything,” she says slowly, looking guilty.

Mantis gently lays one hand on Nebula’s arm, and with the other she selects a pretty blue flower and plucks it from the bouquet. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Nebula. I’m just happy to see you again.”

Mantis deftly tucks the flower in her hand behind Nebula’s ear. “There,” she smiles. “It suits you.”

Nebula’s cheeks darken and Mantis giggles at how flustered she looks.

Mantis moves her hands to Nebula’s waist and leans up to press a kiss to Nebula’s lips, smiling into it when Nebula kisses her back. Mantis thinks she could stay there forever, just holding Nebula, but they have plans for their anniversary, so Mantis eventually extracts herself and links her arm with Nebula’s.

She can hold her later.

“Come. Let’s put the bouquet in your ship and get going. I want to spend all day with you, and there’s a nice food stall I think you might like where we can start.”

Nebula snorts in amusement, the corners of her mouth twitching into a faint smile as she lets Mantis drag her off.

[leelee10898]

Mittens

Here is my submission for the choices 12 days of fictmas!! Hosted by ME lol. I initially had something else prepared, however this kind of popped in my head and wouldn't go away. I picked the song Mittens by Carly Rae Jensen. This isn't a popular song at all, most people probably have never heard of it... but I love it.

Im going to apologize now, read more is not working for mobile for me.. and my laptop is mia.. i have tagged the post long post.

Ellie sloshed through the wet snow covered sidewalk, the air crisp and bitter. She pulled her scarf tighter around her face,  trying to keep the sting of the wind at bay. It was only a two block walk home from the diner she worked at night, but the frigid temperatures were a bitch. She stuffed her hands back in her coat, trying to keep her hands from freezing solid. 

She rounded the corner, her building in sight. Finally  she let out a sigh of relief. It was Christmas eve, and the diner had been busy all day. As she climbed the stairs to her 3rd floor loft she could hear the sounds of Christmas music blaring from the down stairs neighbors, followed by the loud laughter that filled the halls. It would be a long night, that she was sure of. 

Ellie loved Christmas time, usually. It was her mother's favorite holiday,  her most cherished memories Were those of her parents Decorating the tree, Laughing and singing Christmas Carols, while drinking hot chocolate and spending time together….  just the three of them. This year however was different for her all together, she was alone, completely and totally alone. 

It had been five months since she last seen Colt. Five months since she had been home, And 3 months since the falling out with her dad. Riya and Darius were still together,  and at the same school about 2 hours away from Langston. She loved when they would visit, but she would be lying if their constant PDA made her heart twinge. She missed Colt so much. The last thing he told her was he knew she would be great, If he could only see her now. 

She turned the key, pushing her shoulder into it with a gentle nudge to open, flicked the lights on  and tossed the keys on to the table next to the door. She had been in her dorm for two months before something had to give, she hated her roommate. The last straw was when she locked her out the entire night while she had some random guy in the room, who stole her pillows and blankets along with her bras. What kind of weirdo does that?

After a long hot shower, She changed into a t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy Christmas pjs pants. She tied her hair back and began to string lights on the little tree she picked up on the roadside stand by the diner. The loud echoing of the party going on below her becoming overwhelming, something to drown out the noise . 

"Alexa. Play my christmas playlist."

Home tonight

Rest my headIn my single childhood bed

Close my eyes

Count to three

Wish that you were here with me

She hummed along with the tune playing as she adorned the tree with the miscellaneous Ornaments she picked up at the thrift shop in town. She still attended classes, just enough to keep her scholarship in tact. Because there were no other dorms available, the school helped with some housing costs. she found  a small loft outside of campus, Saving her tips and using her savings she was able to furnish and decorate her little space. It wasn't much but it was hers, and she was proud of it.  

Still, the nights were lonely. She often thought about Colt, where he was, what he was doing. Did he think of her at all? 

Last year when my hands were cold

You were always there to hold

So give me your warmest pair

Your strongest pair of mittens

Please

Something to get me through

The loneliness of Christmas eve

Ifell for you, like crazy

And I can't get thoughts of you, from me

The speaker blasted the music, she liked this song. Her fingers grazed  a little glass star in the box. It made her think of her dad, god she missed him so much. They had made some progress in recent weeks, but he took an assignment that required him to travel, he would have to miss Christmas.  

So give me your warmest pair

Your strongest pair of mittens

Please

She stood back giving the tree a look over, absentmindedly resting her hand on her stomach, the other on her hip. A smile played on her lips its really coming together.  But the smile quickly faded as she spotted the couple walking from the building, holding hands the woman cuddling into her boyfriend's side.  

By my table I survive

Fix the makeup from my eyes

Fake a smile so they will see

Wish that you were here with me

Last year when my hands were cold

You were always there to hold

So give me your warmest pair

Your strongest pair of mittens

Please

She missed that…

***********

Colt climbed off his bike, a shiver rippling through him. He liked the warm, not the cold. He had been a rolling stone the past five months, going wherever his two wheel took him. He tried to keep his mind busy, planning job after job. The pay out was great, but something was missing. How could he become the king of L.A without his Queen? The problem was his Queen was far away being great.  The more time away from her, the more he realized he didn't need to be king of LA, he could be whatever she needed him to be. 

Looking up at the brick building a car drove past splashing a dirty,  wet, cold mixture of slush all over him. Great! Fuck you asshole! He shouted as he shook his hands.  Definitely not how he wanted his night to go. It was Christmas Eve, his father was gone, his mother vacationing on some tropical island with her new husband.  He was alone, completely alone. He let out a frustrated sigh as he made his way towards the building. He was nervous about this task, but the pay out was worth it. 

****************

Ellie sat on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. The tv was on, but she wasn't paying it any mind. 

Shine your name

Through the snow storm, baby

You can break me

To the bone, ohI was wrong

You were wrong to make me

Feel like I was all alone,

She dabbed her eyes, the song hitting a little close to home.  Damn him for leaving her all alone, with no way to get in touch with him. He left her alone, when she needed him the most. 

Walking through my old home town

No one else but me around

Make an angel in the snow

Pray that I can let you go

*******

Colt stood in front of the door, he never felt nervous before a job, but this time the stakes were high and if he were being totally honest,  this wasn't exactly a job. He mustered up every ounce of courage he could as he lifted his hand to the door and gave it a quick rapp. His heart in his throat, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. This was it, no turning back now. 

********

The party had started to die down, the commotion seeming to spill into the halls. She heard a knock at the door. God not another drunk idiot at the wrong apartment again. She grunted, rising from the couch and walking across the room. Slowly opening the door. 

fell for you, like crazy

And I can't get thoughts of you, from me

So give me your warmest pair

Your strongest pair

Your warmest pair

Ellie stood there stunned. She expected a drunk idiot, what she got was completely different.  She blinked repeatedly, a pair of deep brown eyes staring back at her. 

"Hi El." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

"C, colt? Wha. What are you, how did you find. What are you doing here?" She stammered. 

 

"I um, I needed to see you. Can I. Maybe come in?" 

Ellie nodded,  stepping aside and letting him in. Closing the door behind her. 

"Ellie I. I.missed you. I'm sorry,  I Was an idiot. I shouldn't have let you go. I love you. "

"I'm pregnant." 

"You're.. Excuse me?" He stood there gobsmacked. 

"Five months. I don't expect anything from you. I can do this.." 

"Ellie.." 

"On my own. I can raise him alone. I just didn't know how to." 

"Ellie!" 

"Reach you. I just-" 

She was cut off by his lips meeting hers. His hands dropping from her cheeks, resting on her hips.  She threw her arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. She had felt so alone, so sad, so lost, but not anymore. He was here, he was real and her Christmas wish came true. 

"Ellie, I know I haven't been around. I'm an asshole who thought you were better off. But I Was wrong, I missed you so so much.  I promise to be there for you." He dropped his hands to her stomach, her small bump sticking out. "and our baby. I promise to take care of you both,  to love you both more than I ever thought capable. And I promise to.never leave you again." 

Ellie met his misty eyed gaze, tears began to fall freely. "Forever?" 

"Forever, you are my forever Ellie." He smirked as she jumped into his arms, nearly knocking him over. He was there, and he was finally home and neither would be alone again. 

See, I fell for you like crazy

And and I can't get thoughts of you, from me

So give me your warmest pair

Your strongest pair of mittens

Please

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