did you know these things have a fucking movie
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accursed boughs
watch where you step under the light of the blood moon, lest you become a more permanent part of the shadow-cursed forest
cursed item commission by NocturnalFiend of my drow, Zizzl, rolling a natural 1
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quick thingy i made for my alien since xe didn't have a clear ref
forgot to include pronouns. xe/xem he/him
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Me when i make an iZsona out of nowhere
Two posts in a day but hey i have motivation for once thats good right?????
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EBay Friends :)
With wildly different aesthetics
The doll on the left is the Disney ILY 4Ever Cinderella in the picnic themed Belle fashion pack. After some deliberation, I named her Estrella.
The funky alien trio on the right are the McDonald's iZzes. Teal/Orange is Twist To Light and the Red/Dark Blue ones are Disco Style, I think? (I had a green one of these years ago.) They will also be named at some point.
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This is the rare Silver Zizzle, his name is Isaac.
Isaac was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, the meaning not lost on him. His parents would fuss and fuss and they wanted the best for not only the strength of their lineage but a well rounded childhood for their boy. A well rounded childhood included round the clock activities. Archery, polo, a slew of martial arts Isaac would get out of, and even oil painting, to ensure he wasn't overly masculine. His cursted friends, other zazzles of high status, like orange and lime green, wpuld romp around the grounds with Isaac. But only for so long. Isaac's mother, Janine, would fuss and fuss. Isaac was 12 years old and would wake with heart palpatations, dreams of himself running around the house, and the consequences that lead to
Janine would take any chance she could to protect her boy, and she did this through word and the great stack of medical journals she kept in their study. If Isaac were running, padding his soft plastic feet to quickly near a counter top, Janine would stop him and say "Isaac! Be careful!" "Why mom?" And Janine would tell him about the dangers of a penetrating wound on the head. "Sweet Isaac, if you hit your head on our table, it doesn't just worry me. It's for your health. The corner of the table will cut into the soft plastic on your scalp. God loves us, but for our time on this Earth, our designs are flawed. Our blood is always flowing around our scalps and antennae. And even worse, you could have an intracerebral hematoma, and I wouldnt even know! Not until we made it to the hospital."
Isaac thought and thought so hard about intracerebral hematomas, and things of that nature, each night before bed, and before he ran around corners. Isaac looked at a table.sometimes, and had whirring visions of smacking his soft head on the table and the consequences it would bring. He thought so vibrantly that he could nearly feel the corner of a table etching into his helpless falling frame. It made him sick, but also thankful. He knew, without a doubt, that he could take this knowledge, and be sure he would never become someone who would loose their head by smacking it, or lose himself by smacking his soul out of his brain on the corner of the living room table.
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Any other furby fans/collectors wanna also collect other toys? For me it's Zizzle Iz, Sing-A-Ma-Jigs, and Furberries
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IIM GONNA BURST INTO TEARS WHATT HE FUCK WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE THAT
I want one of these thigns ggoh my god what the hell
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