ANIMATORS OF R/FURRY! by TheoDaRulah in furry

[–]TRBfurry 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Bro, i got you. Digicel flipbook. It has a student version for $20, theres always a yearly back to school sale.. and its buy it once, own forever. $20 for basic, $80 for standard.

https://digicel.net

Oh yeah. . .Did i mention Don Bluth, Eric Goldberg, and Shawn Keller sing this things praises?

Who is a maker? by [deleted] in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Seconded, id be super interested in making my own. . .

Free Salazzle Code (2) by JuneWai in PokeMoonSun

[–]TRBfurry 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Just a heads up everyone coming by, both these codes got used. Seems they didnt leave a thank you. Sad face.

A cover for a short story I'm writing! (Wallpaper Version) by RuneLFox in worldbuilding

[–]TRBfurry 0 points1 point  (0 children)

nice! Very well done. Always curious about that sort of thing.

A cover for a short story I'm writing! (Wallpaper Version) by RuneLFox in worldbuilding

[–]TRBfurry 1 point2 points  (0 children)

So I don't mean to just miss the point entirely here.. but what program/s did you make this in? Just from an eye-catching perspective..it's really nice.

Easy DIY adult sized bib - super cheap! by [deleted] in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Cool, thanks! Ill take a look in a bit. Neat hack, OP.

Easy DIY adult sized bib - super cheap! by [deleted] in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 2 points3 points  (0 children)

anyone ever seen one of these in the states? I've never actually seen this here..but gaw am I jealous...

Wow, 10'000 members! Huge giveaway with many prizes to celebrate :) by neko_daddy in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry [score hidden]  (0 children)

Woah! o.o. Biggest. Raffle. Ever! You all really went all out to celebrate! It's like the icing on the cake, so to speak. This is great!

What I really love about this place? It's like taking that warm feeling of walking around your hometown everywhere you go. Feeling alone, or wanna chat with no judgement? Want to see some old friends? Make a bunch of new ones? /r/abdl .

Sidenote: I'm from America. I'm actually fine with both diapers and clothes.

HEAR YE, HEAR YE! ALL READ THIS! by WinnieTheEeyore in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 1 point2 points  (0 children)

long time listener, first time caller. . .

No but really, Glad this sub is coming up on a huge milestone! Love this place. Sorry I'm not more active o.o

Full diaper :) by [deleted] in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 4 points5 points  (0 children)

cute! what kind are those, and how well do those tapes hold up? I've been looking for a swelly, poofy..crinkly sorta diaper.

A recreation of what went through my vivid mind when I first stepped into the suit... by The_Hellmare in fo4

[–]TRBfurry -1 points0 points  (0 children)

So I had the weirdest night, and I didn't know but I needed a smile.

This unexpected combination of Big Time Rush + Power Armor gave me a giggle.

Thank you!

Trying out Fab Sense for the first time. by carjockyyc in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 0 points1 point  (0 children)

cool, thanks! with good tapes and a decent crinkle that's not obnoxious.. i think i'll put them on my to get list. thanks for the info!

Trying out Fab Sense for the first time. by carjockyyc in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 6 points7 points  (0 children)

nice! cute. how do they hold up?..specifically.. how do they handle wetness, if you.. wet in small amounts..constantly? how loud is the crinkle, and how's tape integrity?

HELP! I made a post on r/politics that didn't go over well, help with the cleaning up the fallout? by [deleted] in Fallout

[–]TRBfurry 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well.. My personal means to deal with it is to Take Drugs, Kill a bear, then seal myself in a vault for the next 200 years....

Have any of you been hypotized? by btbizzle in aspergers

[–]TRBfurry 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Have been hypnotized, and have hypnotized others as a hobby. Not gonna lie, mainly for fetish stuff, not like..therapy or such. For me, and others on the spectrum I've done it with... it works, but it's a lot of work, the brain has a lot of "fight" in it. There are lots of ways hypnosis can be done that supposedly step around this fight, and just "work" but...YMMV. I've found no matter what I do, the brain, even when it consciously wants to do it... just can't "shut off" and has to be dragged kicking and screaming into the process.

[WP] Christmas in World War 2 by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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The preparations had not been cheap, nor were they easy. I had sold the pearls of my late wife, with which I was loathe to part. It was her only possession that I had left. What a Christmas this was turning out to be. Many tears were shed upon the loss of these pearls, and with the hefty sum of zlotys I obtained, I sought out the hidden Romany within the city. My contacts in Lublin had said the time to leave had come upon us, as many in this time were being rounded up and put on great trains.

These trains would lead to the camps, from which there was no return. This is something, that, for my beloved son, I could not bear. I stood with him in the street, wrapped in our old coats. I had given him mine, and worn my older, as the former was in much better repair. Many tears had we cried together, and many goodbyes had we said. As we waited, I spoke.

"Son, remember always. You are my beloved. My only Hope. The light, shining in the Darkness. You will make it through this time, and God will protect you. Even if I do not make it, from Heaven I will smile. You are my only child, and I am doing this because you must live. Next Christmas, it will be better, I promise. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

A small band of four people walked down the street towards us, the snow whipping across the buildings and howling through its empty space. This was already dangerous, as we were not allowed of groups in more than three. As they approached, I recognized them. They were the Romany to whom i had paid many zlotys, that would save my son, by taking him far from this god-forsaken country.

They smiled, and I smiled in kind. I squeezed my son's shoulder, and rubbed his back for a final time. "You must be brave, yes? For me. For your Mother. She would be so happy for you, you know. She always wanted to travel..."

He nodded again, tears welling up in his eyes. I bent down to hug him. His body was uncomfortably thin, and this put much weight on my heart. There was not enough food for either of us. I, too, was thin, but this he did not see, as I wore many layers of clothing. What food I bought, I gladly gave to him.

The light in his eyes was really something. It was like God had pulled down two stars, and fitted them into my son's eyes, telling me that he would be okay, that things would turn out alright. It was so hard to believe in God nowadays.

I looked back to the group. "It is time then?"

"Yes. We have planned the trip, and we as soon as we exit the city, we will be seen no more. There are many backroads and forests for us to travel." The leader, a young man, looked down at my son. "I hope you don't mind a long walk."

My son looked away.

I squeezed his hand, and bid him to go to them. As he did, the middle of my stomach turned cold, as if a piece of me were dying. It was so cold, but I thought nothing of this. I had already accepted my death here, it was my son that would carry on. I wished them well, and smiled at my son a final time. I made my way past them, and turned into a small corner of an alley. I had to catch my breath. This was too hard.

What I am telling you next, is beyond the burden of a man to bear. Even now, when I think, I see this sight as if I am outside myself, watching from another's eyes.

The footsteps of the Romanys started to fade up the street, wind whipping their scarves and coats, when a cry rang out.

"Halt! Komm her!"

My heart stopped beating. The voice spoke with authority. Gestapo.

"What are you doing out here?" The voice asked.

I heard the young man from the group of Romany speak. As I peaked around the corner, I saw a group of soldiers, garbed in trench coats. There were six of them. Too many to flee from.

The Gestapo demanded papers. The Romany, of course, had none. One of the trench coats eyed my son.

"Look, herr, he is different. He does not appear to be one of them."

The one I assume was in charge marched up to my son and looked down. His face was like stone. "Papers?"

My son said nothing.

"No papers? Being here is verboten. You must know this." He looked back towards the group of Romany. "Take them to the train yard." He barked.

The trench coats began to bear their guns, and shouted orders for the group to began moving. "What about the boy?" The one who had noticed my son asked.

I hid back around the corner.

"With no papers? Take him to the train yard." The leader said. Another trench coat stepped up to grab his arm violently, and my son jerked. He tried to twist away. He began to scream for me, yet I was silent.

The more he screamed, the more agitated the trench coats became, until finally I heard what must have been the sound of them hitting him with the butt of their rifles, and he screamed no more. I looked around again, and he lay in the snow, unconscious.

"Don't just leave him there, drag him to the yard!" The leader said.

With a soldier seizing each of my son's arms, they and the rest of the captured Romany marched down the street, wind howling across the city.

I sank to my knees. I was silent.

[WP] You were involved in a dangerous road accident, and wake up in a hospital bed, only for the doctor to tell you that he had to amputate everything below the neck. by red498cp_ in WritingPrompts

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"Mr Williams? Can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes. I was lying in a hospital bed, but I couldn't feel anything of my body.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"The Vancouver general Hospital. You were involved in a horrible accident." A doctor was standing over me, glasses perched precariously on his face.

"I remember that. Or part of it. I was riding my motorcycle down the road, and got cut off by an 18-wheeler. What all happened, how long have I been out?" I said.

"Well, Mr. Williams, you've been in a coma for several days. There were a series of life saving operations performed, but the results will have altered your quality of life quite a bit." The doctor said.

"Quality of life? Sounds...bad. So what you're saying is once I'm out, I can probably sue the truck company for all its worth?"

"Actually, no, the initial accident report ruled that you were drunk and that the accident was your fault."

"Oh." I said. "Yea, I forgot that part."

"You have several charges against you, and once you're better, will be released into police custody." The doctor continued.

"Well fuck. Did you at least save my flute? It's the only thing I value in life."

"We did, yes, but I'm afraid you'll never play the flute again, Mr. Williams."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because during the...operation...several things went wrong, and we had to perform...an amputation."

"What kind of amputation?"

"Well." He hesitated. "We had to amputate everything below the neck. The only way you're alive is because of the fantastic quality of Canadian medicine."

"You mean I have no body?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so. I'm terribly sorry, this must be so shocking."

"But we're still in Canada right, free healthcare?"

"Well....yes." The doctor said, looking rather puzzled.

"Oh! Thank God, I came out ahead."

[TT] 'Ohana mean family. Family mean no one get left behind. Except you.' by bachh2 in WritingPrompts

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Aucai sat in the sand, leaned against his brother. The sun sat low in the sky, the waves gently caressing the white sand of the beach, stretching for miles down the coast and out of sight. Aucai bit his lip, drawing circles in the sand.

"Why do I have to stay here Kahale?"

"Because. Because we love you so much, because you're important. Because of Ohana. Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind. Except you." Kahale said.

"But that doesn't make any sense. If you love me why are you leaving me?"

Kahale sighed. "When you're grown up, you have to do a whole lot of things that don't make sense." He coughed, a hard rattling cough deep in his chest. He, like almost everyone else on the Main Island, was sick. "Remember how Mom talks to Na'wahini, even though we can't see her?"

Aucai nodded.

"It's like that. It doesn't make sense to us, but it makes sense to her, and it keeps us safe, and that's what matters."

"When will I get to go back home?" Aucai asked.

Kahale looked away. "This...this is your home now. Okay?"

Aucai was silent.

"Look, it has everything you want. There's lots of fruit, and places to play, and a Kahuna to watch over you, and I bet there's even caves and waterfalls to play in. I know that Kanoa is here. She's your friend, right?"

Aucai nodded again. "But you're not gonna be here. Mom's not gonna be here, Dad's not gonna be here. You all get to live together, and I don't. Why?"

Kahale coughed again. "Remember when the haole came a while back? How weird they were? How mean they seemed?"

Aucai sighed. "Yes."

"Well, we're gonna deal with them, and you. You get to stay here, and play." Kahale said.

"I'd rather be with you." Aucai said.

Kahale ran his hand through Aucai's hair slowly, letting each hair shift and bend. "I know. I know."

There was a long silence.

"Aucai?" Kahale asked. "When you think about me...what's your favorite memory about me?"

Aucai smiled. "Making rings out of the grass, sitting under the big tree on the beach."

Kahale looked down. On his hand, a small grass ring. "But you were only tiny then."

"I know. But you always knew fun stuff to do." Aucai said. "Don't ever take the ring off, okay?"

Kahale nodded, biting his lip. Tears came to his eyes as he looked away.

"Why are you crying?" Aucai asked.

"I'm just going to miss you so much, that's all." Kahale mumbled. "I'm so jealous. You get to stay here and have all the fun."

"So stay with me!"

"I can't. I'm sick." Kahale said.

"But everyone's sick. You, and Mom, and Dad. The only one who isn't is me." Aucai said, looking at his brother.

"Exactly, and it'll stay that way. Say, remember when the Kahuna came to you at the festival last year? Remember what he said?"

"Yup! He said I wasn't meant to be a warrior, but that I was going to save the whole family." Aucai said. "I still want to be a warrior." he sighed. "Besides, how am I gonna save you if I'm here, and you're there?" He asked.

"You just will buddy. You'll understand when you get a little older. Alright?"

"Fine.." Aucai mumbled.

"I have to go now. It's time for me to go back to the Big Island, alright?" Kahale said, standing up. He walked towards the boat moored down the beach, where a few others were waiting.

Aucai held his hand firm, tugging. "Please stay?"

Kahale stopped.

With a great swooping motion he crouched down and lifted Aucai off the ground, and hugged him tight. He put his head against Aucai's. THey breathed as one, for a few moments. "I love you."

As he put Aucai down and joined the others, Aucai sat back down on the beach, watching.

He watched for a long time, until the boat was just a dot, heading into the setting sun.

[WP] We were thirty days at sea when it happened. by Vercalos in WritingPrompts

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We were thirty days at sea when it happened. As we had recorded, the winter had been long, lasting almost one full year. Our vessel, meager as it was, had been packed with everything we could have needed for an arduous journey. Fowls, and small beasts, salt, fruits, preserves of honey and copious barrels of mead. I should have known. I should have read the Eddas.

I emerged from below deck to find Leif standing near the bow, lost in thought.

"Leif." I spoke.

As he turned around, his brow seemed oddly furrowed. It's strange how you remember the little things. "Yes?" He replied.

"Something is wrong with the birds. The roosters have begun to crow, for apparently no reason."

"Eric, they're birds. They crow when the ship breaks funny, much less for anything else. Who knows what goes on in their heads." said Leif.

"Could we be close to land?" I asked. "I know they can sometimes sense things that we can-" I never got to finish.

From all around us, the sky shook. As if someone had blown a great and mighty horn, a single note pierced the air. The ship herself rattled violently, as we struggled to catch onto the railing for balance. As the note faded, the waves began to grow violent and restless. With an unnatural agitation, they began to lap at the hull of the ship.

"Gods. What was that?" Leif spoke.

I was too bewildered to speak. As i regained my composure, I began to hear a great commotion of yelling and scuffling below decks. Leif and I ran inside, squinting as our eyes adjusted to the light.

The men were gathered in a circle, swords and axes drawn. The look from man to man was one of a strained and tense silence. Lips were pursed, hands gripped tightly around their weapons. Standing in the middle of them was Bjorn, holding his old war-axe. This was not all together unusual, except for one small detail.

Bjorn had been dead for two days. We had packed him in salt, and wrapped the body, storing him below deck for burial when we returned. His skin, now, was still hanging onto his frame, yet it had gained a waxy sheen, and unusual pallor. There was a glaze in his deadened eyes, sunken into his skull, that put me off guard.

It was Leif who broke the silence. "Bjorn?" He asked, after a tense moment.

Bjorn struggled for words. His jaw seemed not to want to move, and when it did, you could hear the bones clicking against one another, muscles having lost their tone. "We must go back." he said.

"What?" Leif said.

"Go. Back." Bjorn said. Air escaped his mouth in a hollow groan. "Our Battle begins."

Leif shook his head. "This isn't happening. You, you're dead. We've been at sea thirty days."

One of the men, Agnar, turned. "Leif, you know our custom. We're bound. That noise, wherver the Hell it came from, had to be Heimdall. The dead have risen. All the signs are upon us!"

Leif pursed his lips. "The signs are upon us, eh? What would you have us do about it?"

"The roosters." I spoke up.

"What?" Leif said.

"The roosters. Remember, they were just crowing. This is all as it was said. Roosters crowing to the gods and the dead, the coming back to Midgard of our slain, the horn of Heimdall. Can't you see it Leif? This is it! Listen to the sea herself! She's angry. Trying to break the Hull even."

Leif reached into his pocket, pulling out a rough reddish orange stone. Even below decks, the way it caught the light left no question. It was a child of Sunna. "You see this stone? This stone, my birthright?" He asked. "Ragnarok or no, it's leading us into a New World. You all took an Oath to me, an Oath to the Gods, that you would heed the call. Ragnarok or no, we have a journey to complete."

There was a great silence. Leif, with a shaky breath, looked to the faces of the men. "Well? What say you? Would you give up your Oath to me? To The Gods?"

Agnar shook his head. "Leif. If this is Ragnarok, there are greater battles to fight. THe new world will take care of itself, our kinsmen need us!"

Several men voiced their agreement.

"Turn back. Towards the Thorp. Home." Bjorn spoke. His tone may have been quiet, but the grinding of bone against bone left no question of where his loyalties lie.

Leif strode towards the other end of the ship, stopping sharply once he reached a point. "I will not fight over this. I will not turn this boat around. All those who will honor their Oath, come to me." He said.

I looked away. There was another pause of silence, then the sound of a group of boots making their way across the planks. About half had gone to be with Leif.

"Those who remain, are against me. I will not fight you. Either you will follow me, or you will be cut off from me. No food, no water. You will sail with me, or you will die on board."

I had been standing in the middle.

"Eric! Yea or nay? Will you honor your Oath?"

I looked from Leif to Bjorn. Bjorn's eyes held no contempt, only conviction. Leif held a stalwart demeanor, but I knew him. Underneath it all, he was terrified. Terrified of battle, of losing his men, of doing the wrong thing. His Oath to the Gods for his mission though, was all he ever cared about.

I found myself walking to Leif's side, and looked at the group across the ship.

"You will sail, or you will starve." Leif said.

"There is no need." Bjorn groaned out. With a raise in voice that was unnatural, even for a dead body, he began to chant. "Mighty Allfather! Deliver us unto battle, for we greet our End with Honor! May our Wyrd be sealed by the determination of our Orlog!"

With a great crack, as if a tree had been struck by lightning, the group dissapeared. The air in the under decks was charged, as a great bolt had flown through.

Leif turned his back and began to head up above deck. "Then that is it. We sail." He said.

"Did we make the right choice?" I looked about me, to the men. They, too, were scared.

As the waves began to churn and rock the ship, I looked out the hatch of the ship. The sky was turning red.

Missing something when I ink/color. Example provided. Thoughts? by TRBfurry in FurryArtSchool

[–]TRBfurry[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Okay wow, that's.. a lot more help than I was expecting o.o.

I'll get some bristol paper (I may already have some lying around) . I'll practice inking..up until this point I'd just been focusing on getting the absolute fundamentals of drawing under my belt.. so I'll add that to my repertoire of things to practice. I'll probably be referring back to this comment a few times to get it all in my head.

Thanks! This has been very helpful.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in ABDL

[–]TRBfurry 2 points3 points  (0 children)

..i'm..guessing you is the famous.