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aixe-aizy · 3 months
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🌷My 6 fairy tail Pre-sale plushie designs is out!!🌷
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PRICE!!
20cm doll with clothes -> $34 USD
20cm doll skeleton with clothes -> $37 USD
20cm doll only (no clothes) ->$19 USD
20cm clothes only (no doll) ->$16 USD
20cm skeleton doll only (no clothes) ->$22 USD
(skeleton means you can pose the cotton doll like sitting ^^💗✨) credits: plushwonderland
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Link here or in my bio!! https://linktr.ee/Aizyaixe
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m-higa-blog · 7 years
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Fairy Tail Chapter 538
Papa Dragneel die a long time ago Mama Dragneel die a long time ago Larcade Dragneel die (he's a demon who given name a Dragneel) August Dragneel die (without tells his parent if he exist) Zeref Dragneel die (along with Mavis) Mavis Dragneel die (she absolutely a Dragneel because she born August) And then Natsu Dragneel follows How could you Mashima!! 😂 You took all the Dragneels' life!! I'm cryin' 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。 How dare you!!
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furidojasutin · 7 years
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mama-dragneel replied to your post:                                                sensorybound replied to your post:               ...                
   Anyone know an active Evergreen? Send them to my Sorano blog? ♡ ^-^ (angelic-sorano)   
@stonevanity is a superb Evergreen and a sweet af mun too B))) I also know that Endy has made @viridifairy though she hasn’t been active on there yet. But that can still be sO BD
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<Starter>--- @mama-dragneel
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     “- are you lost?”
And why did she smell so familiar?
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pyrebcrn · 8 years
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@mama-dragneel - christmas gift . ( CLOSED )
                                            christmas. 
             he hadn't forgot that day nor how they used to celebrate together, just like the smell of dahlias surrounding her so strongly, he had every year those was growing, picked a few & put on the grave, but now he was here, at the grave & holding the gift he had for her. A NECKLACE by his own creation to flames in need as a few iron pieces, just like he had searched around for a purple stone to melt it together with, crouching down in a level to the worn out cross, a strong hand moved up to touch the spot as he sighed softly. ❪ it was the hardest time of the year because he always loved the time when she had him in his lap during the gift opening. ❫
             ‘ hey mom .. it’s been a while and I’m sorry that i couldn’t visit faster ..but i had hard time to finish this gift of yers .. I know yer can’t wear it anyway .. but .. merry christmas mom. ’ , he tiled softly before hung the necklace over the cross, the snow was GLISTERING it softly.
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