#polypropylene hair

[imreadydollparts]

I’ve groused repeatedly about what I call “Polypropylene Pattern Baldness” which plagues dolls and ponies made with polypropylene hair.

Some MLP G3 have poly hair and many of them have crumbled.

(the pink fell apart when I touched it)

The fiber starts to break up into bits after a few years and it’s beyond irritating. Crumbling is different than standard breakage. Breakage tends to happen when a single fiber is pulled too hard and snaps.

Crumbling is notably different since by grabbing the hair and giving it a light tug you can pull out huge clumps in one go.

However

It would be dishonest to say that nylon hair never crumbles.

It seems to affect some colors more than others.

These are examples. The pony the hair is on doesn���t matter, it’s the color of the hair that is the common factor.

The absolute worst/most common color of nylon to crumble is Heart Throb’s pink. That goes the same for polypropylene. There’s something about the way this color is achieved that makes the hair more prone to crumbling.

Barnacle’s orange is pretty bad about it, but I haven’t encountered that nearly as often as Heart Throb pink.

Cupcake’s light blue has done it on me a few times.

These are less common crumbly nylons:

I have now had Goldilocks’s more orange color of hair (same color as Crumpet) crumble one time, and on a different Goldilocks, the more yellow hair crumbled leaving the orange behind.

And Dazzleglow’s pink (it’s one of the fading pinks) has also crumbled on me one time.

[dayzsac224]

Oof…😥

[magpiemagica]

All G3 MH Dolls with Polypropylene Hair

(I made this list with fellow doll customizers and collectors in mind. Most information comes from the Monster High wiki. This master list will be updated as more dolls and information comes out.)

*had in first batch of dolls, now has non poly variants

^only streaks of poly, minimal usage

Clawdeen Wolf

Series 1 (first wave)*

Day Out*

Ghoul Spirit

Studio

Creepover Party*

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 1 (innovation)

Monsteristas*

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 2 (fearidescent)

Faboolous Pets

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 4 (monster mysteries)

Buried Secrets

Draculaura

Bite in the Park

Monsteristas

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 2 (fearidescent)

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 3 (neon frights)

Monster Fest (Fangtastic Rockin' Food Truck)

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 4 (monster mysteries)

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 6 (garden mystery)

Buried Secrets

Frankie Stein

Ghoul Spirit^

Creepover Party

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 1 (innovation)

Monsteristas

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 2 (fearidescent)

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 3 (neon frights)

Buried Secrets

Cleo de Nile

Series 1 (first wave)*

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 2 (fearidescent)

Monster Ball*

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 4 (monster mysteries)

Buried Secrets

Lagoona Blue

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 2 (fearidescent)

Toralei Stripe

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 3 (neon frights)

Ghoulia Yelps

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 3 (neon frights)

Twyla Boogeyman

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 3 (neon frights)

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 6 (garden mystery)

Abby Bominable

Series 1

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 4 (monster mysteries)

Venus McFlytrap

Skulltimate Secrets: Series 6 (garden mystery)

[dollsahoy]

I don't know what they were made from in the 90s, but now they seem to be 100% recycled polypropylene. Their proud claims of being PETA approved and Vegan Certified and sustainable (because recycling!) are absolutely meaningless (well, we know the PETA part is meaningless anyway) when the material they're using will disintegrate into microplastics after a decade or so of sun exposure, and a few decades more when being carefully stored out of the sun.

and that's not even getting into the questions raised by the fact they're crocheted

[heckyeahponyscans]

Hot take: saran hair is awful.

[evilmagician430]

hey guys i found this weird discontinued doll line from 2014, seems like the gimmick is each doll comes with a pet, except the pet is just an entire dude? so theyre mostly sold in two-packs, technically. i cant find much information on these except a weird tie-in comic on neocities, but i cant tell if its official or fan-made. can anyone let me know if they find more pictures of these? thx

[parasitoidism]

IS HIS HAIR A WIGGGGGGGG

[charliethecandyeater]

Okay, so Cleo has polypropylene hair, as everybody knows, and I'm trying to get her hair to be wavy / crimpy with braids. I didn't put any product in and I did the basic wash and boil dunk, can I use a hair dryer?? Help a ghoul out!!

I'm also asking people on Twitter for help, I just really want to make sure I do it right!

[paganpentagram]

Hot take, I dont care that g3 clawdeen doesnt have saran hair. The polypropylene hair she has is so easy to curl with a boil wash and the curls stay really well. Who cares if polypropylene isn't as nice to touch at least it's easier to style and I can do loose or tight curls with clawdeens hair type

Edit: yes i did edit the tags, realised I probably come off as aggressive with these tags. Plus the conversation I've had it the comments has made me realise that I sound weirdly aggressive

[fl0werfieldz]

i miss novi stars  so much help girl

[wukodork]

Abbey BETTER have saran hair there's no excuse

[1800titz]

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ROLL OVER | boyfriend!Harry (couples costumes gone wild)

The dalmatian/fire fighter duo runs a little deeper in the bedroom after the party.

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ROLL OVER as the final installment to the KINKTOBER projects. Based on this ask.

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CONTENT/WARNINGS: couple's costume gone wild. pet play (soft). soft dom. praise. leashing. collars. use of "puppy" as a pet name (pun unintended). oral (f to m). dumbification. dom/sub undertones.

WC: 1.7K

“Yeah,” Harry breathes and shifts his hips with a subtle flex that nudges a little more of him past your lips, cradling you close by the shape of your jaw and petting his palm across your heated cheek. 

You swallow, nostrils flaring, and you let the congealed dust— of this particular disposition— across your lashes lure you under a little harder. Let it crush you under the soporific wave of its gravity. 

But you don’t miss the way he swallows, tugs a little harder on the polypropylene end of the dog leash wrapped taut around the knobs of his naked knuckles, and purrs, “Such a good girl, puppy.”

You blink up at him. At the unstilted paradigm of your insatiable hunger (eating, eating, still so hungry for him); bare stomach flexing, shoulders swelling, jawbone tucked and face ducked to watch you swallow around him. Watch and feel you work your little tongue in crescent shapes against the underside of his cockhead. 

You’re drooling. Slobbering, like a needy, little puppy, and your spit dribbles across between the wedges of your knuckles, where you cup him around the base and squeeze every time he throbs. 

It’s good. It’s really, really good.

He sprawls back against the chair but keeps his chin tipped. Staring down at you— the way your lips suction around him and the way your eyes pool under your fluttery lashes with a dew. Inkpools unwavering. Unrelenting. 

His shirt is discarded, so all his ink is on show. The way it breathes alive under the tension of his musculature, his rippling abdomen when you dip the tip of your tongue into the slit on his head; moving, dancing over his skin. 

It feels dirty. Borderline gaudily pornographic; you, on your knees in that careful nook between his split thighs, with his suspenders dangling across his lap. The big, utility boots on his feet, either side of your haunches. The pried zipper on a set of work trousers, slouching low on his hips, multi-faceted into a costume. 

He’s heavy on your tongue. Takes up too much room in your mouth. Leaking and throbbing when you duck your head to take him just a little deeper, a little more.

“Christ,” Harry murmurs. It sounds a little dark. Hardly over a whisper— you make a wet, ugly sound around him and blink back up. 

From your angle, there’s this pastiche of sovereignty to him. Like blue-collar regalia; half-shed firefighter’s rig, shape of his face chiseled in self-possessed stolidity—

Save for his eyes, the little cinch in his jawbone. The glint in the charcoal vats, the sharp carve your lips make, the way it wobbles when his teeth grind together a little harder. Your tongue seeps out over your lower lip when you take a deep breath through your nose, open wide, and take him nearly to the root. 

The sound that crawls out of Harry is so battered that all you can do is claw into the fabric on the apex of his thighs and let your eyes screw. 

His cockhead bludgeons at the gummy lining on the back of your throat, and you’re sure the phlegm is collapsing in little broken pieces like a mirror shattering under the weight of a hammer. Spuming out over his face in creases and rapture. But you can’t look. 

All you can do is try to swallow around him when the hand that was on the side of your face glues to the back of your crown, his fingers tangling into your hair. His knuckles bleach a little whiter with the strain of the leash, the way he holds you in place. 

(When his palm moves, it smudges one of the little tar-black spots you painted on with a brush, across your temple.)

You can hear that he’s groaning, pressing himself into you and folding praise in with the shape of his fingers scratching at the back of your skull. Things like, “Yeah— fuck— just like that, sweet girl,” in rich husks that simmer across your porous bones and trickle when your shoulders shake. When your toes curl under you. But he holds the leash a little tighter for the angle, and the makeshift collar around your throat gets a little more taut—

Really, it’s all his fault. 

Taunting, Can’t be my proper puppy without— the lead he delicately clipped onto the cheap, old hot topic choker you dug out of the closet to use as a collar. The way that he kept his knuckles wrapped over the handle and his knuckles in his pocket at the party. Toting you around like a pet, keeping you rooted to his side when he settled. Tucked to the swell of his massive shoulder. 

The way he told you to stay like a dog when he went off to refill your drinks, the way he patted your head upon return to find your soles glued to the same spot. Scratching behind your ear derisively, fingertips riling a shudder across your shoulders. 

Such a good girl, you are, saturated in artificial, satirical delight. Corners of his mouth curling, the jeer dripping off the corners of his eyes. 

(Here’s your treat.)

It started as a joke. Mocking for the sake of watching the heat froth under your skin, across your cheekbones, the ruckled bridge of your nose. Faux praises and the condescending gravity of the lead across the base of your neck. The subtle tug into an isolated pigeonhole of a docility that soaked across the crown of your head. 

The mushroomed ridges of his tip bludgeon a splutter out from between your sopping lips, and more saliva oozes out and trickles across your tacky, wet fingers. 

You need to hear it again, need to hear him say it, that itch festering in the noxious tangle of your arousal when you rise on your haunches a touch to duck your chin and press your nose to the wiry smattering of hair bedding around the root of his cock—

“Fuck,” Harry drawls. Guttural, heated—

Varicolored phosphenes fleck behind your lids like constellations in the yawn of a mesmeric, caliginous sky. 

“You’re so good, sweetheart,” he grunts, hums, hips tensing and canting up into the wet heat of your mouth like it’s an undiluted reflex to an itch, feeding his cock deeper— “Gonna cum down this pretty, little throat f’you keep sucking my cock like that.”

You rest both palms on his thighs. Twist your fingers into the fabric until it’s soggy with spit. Gag around the swell of him until he wrenches you back with his fingers under the collar, at your nape, and leaves you sputtering for air with your neck craned. When you blink your lashes apart, your eyes are wet. Bleary. Burning like the back of your tongue, the soft lining at the back of your mouth, where the only place left to cram further is down into your esophagus. 

He looks like a hedonistic cover page for a pornographic issue. 

The coarse strip of dark hair from his navel pools in the bed of curls nesting the hilt of his cock, and his thighs are split in this kingly way that makes you dizzy. It’s vertiginous, staring up at him from your knees. Meaty shoulders, one burnt umber curl hanging to eclipse an eyebrow, and his cock is so spit-slick. Wet, and shimmery, and stupidly thick, sealed in his fist. Throbbing. Your spit puddles off onto his heavy sack, the sodden fabric wrenched apart by the zipper, and you watch a little, pearlescent bead drool off the tip when he squeezes and twists his palm up. 

“Want it in your mouth?” Harry muses. It’s a subconscious maneuver; canting forward on the hinges of your joints with your swollen lips parted as he drags the pad of his thumb across the blurting pre-cum and smears it over his frenulum. “Want it bad, don’t you?”

The way he pulls on the end of the lead isn’t sharp. It’s subtle, but it corners you into nestling your mouth against his cock. Against the swollen shaft, cockhead pulsing and leaking out over the sloping bridge of your nose. 

“Beg,” he tells you. It’s soft. The wisp of a breath; a sigh when you smush your cherry mouth to the little vein that rides up the underside and turns baby blue beneath the crown. 

But it’s chock-full of the command given to an animal— beg, and I’ll give you a treat. It makes you sizzle down to your marrow. His lips curl loosely into a lazy grin. So debauched, around the shape of his cock, coated in your own saliva, pressed to your face. 

“Go on,” he smiles, “Let me hear you whine for it. Show me what a needy, little puppy you are.”

The words sink into your underbelly and leave your hands cresting for surface-purchase under the spindrift. They slip to his knees, and tangle into the fabric there as your lashes flutter. 

“Please,” you breathe, mouthing the word along the shape of his cock. Your lashes are still fluttering. Batting. You scootch forward a little, scratching into the firm muscle under the nomex, and let him smear his shaft across the tip of your nose, tarnishing the borders of the snout you painted on.

He hums. His thumb catches on the corner of your mouth, just as you start to paste an open-mouthed, suckling kiss onto the underside of the root. Your tongue smudges out against his sack. 

He’s unconvinced— you watch it in the way his brows notch, hear it in the rumble that stems from his chest when he grips his cock by the hilt and taps it against you. “Come on, baby. I know you can do a little better than that. Really work for it, hm?”

“Please,” you say, rocking your hips. “Want it bad. Wanna keep sucking you. Please, please.”

A hand tucks into your hair. The fingertips there scratch into the spot behind the shell of your ear softly, and the sensation draws a shudder over your shoulders. You feel on fire. Molten, under the weight of his gaze, the unresistant pressure on the lead, the patronization that trickles off his tone.

“Go on, then, puppy,” Harry murmurs, finally, and loosens the white-knuckled, taut grip on the leash enough for you to clamber back, “Take me back into your mouth.”

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[tiffyfoundsomething]

A review! Wow! I haven't done a review in ages! Because I stopped buying dolls.

...

Anyway MGA is trying to keep the Rainbow/Shadow High franchise alive by releasing Rainbow High Littles, which are younger siblings to the core characters.

I'd seen people on Facebook saying with conviction that the RH Littles dolls have polypropylene hair.

I hate polypropylene hair, and MGA used Kiwi/Qiyue nylon on all the other dolls, so them switching to poly would be really unexpected.

My guess is that younger collectors don't know the difference between poly hair and lower-grade nylon (we've been spoiled by Kiwi).

I ordered Opal Raine.

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In photos, these dolls look bored. Honestly, none of the official photos made these look good.

But I had to know and in person, they're way cuter and more friendly looking. They ARE actually smiling.

Just looking at the box I could tell that hair is not poly. Polypropylene hair tends to look a bit like 80's/90's Kanekalon doll hair.

She wasn't too difficult to open but there are a ton of plastic tabs, including two in her head.

When she arrived, her hair was saturated with glue. Super crunchy. You can see the gluey segments look more yellow than the clean segments. Even though they put the eyes too low and too far apart, she's kind of cute. This doll is a great size if you're the type that likes to take a doll places.

I'm a little disappointed by the dress having a plastic bodice, but this doll is intended for younger RH fans, and for smaller kids, it makes sense. It does close in the back.

The body is simple but does look like a little kid, and her hair isn't exactly even, but it was partially up. I took it down.

I'm surprised that I like the pet she came with more than I thought I would. It's vinyl so it's kind of heavy, and the glitter is suspended perfectly throughout with little swooshes and swirls where it's more and less dense.

Those eyes need something, though. They just look weird. I may repaint them.

Here she is redressed after having her hair done, and with a MLP just because.

Now about that hair.

Looking at it I could see it wasn't poly and most likely was nylon. Touching it where it wasn't gluey I could feel that it wasn't poly and was most likely nylon. Washing it, conditioning it, flat ironing it, it was obvious this is nylon.

It's just not GOOD nylon. We're used to Kiwi nylon which is slithery-smooth, and this is not. This is stiffer than Kiwi but but it's still nylon, if mid-grade nylon.

I can see why people who'd never encountered anything lower-grade than Kiwi could mistake the slightly more wiry mid-grade nylon for high-end, modern poly hair, but it's still nylon.

I like Opal a LOT more than I thought I would, though this size and style isn't one that I collect.

[dollsahoy]

Dear eBay Doll Sellers,

Just because the doll is old and still in its original box, that doesn't mean it's worth much of anything

especially if it's an obscure off-brand doll that very few people bought when new

Nostalgia buying only works on things when people actually remember the thing

Blythe is a huge exception, and the interest in Blythe was not driven by nostalgia, but by someone finding a weird old doll and taking pictures of it.

Putting a $350 price tag on a doll no-one remembers isn't gonna make that happen.

Sincerely, Someone who knows more about this than you

[thecursedprince]

Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series: Alice Limited Edition Doll- Alice in Wonderland

Goodness! Alice is fashionably late for her very important date with the The Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Doll Series. Late because she is dressed to the nines in a wondrous embroidered couture costume with fine metallic detailing and eccentric accessories, including an oversized bow with train, layered tulle underskirts and White Rabbit face mask. It's a dream from which you might never awaken.Magic in the details

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Limited Edition of 4,000

Includes Certificate of Authenticity

Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series; Fashionably Late

Alice Collector Doll

Highly detailed

Poseable

Satin dress

Shimmering organza puffed sleeves

Picot trimmed neckline

Black gemstone ''buttons''

Embroidered metallic filigree with hearts and roses on skirt

Ruffled tulle underskirts

Belt with oversized faux seude bow, dual train and satin metallic print lining

Fine lace gloves

Moulded boots

Sculpted White Rabbit hand mask

Finely styled hair

Rooted eyelashes

Hair bow, choker and earrings

Display stand included

Comes in elegant window display packaging with ribbon ties and carry handle

Inspired by Walt Disney's Alice in Wonderland (1951)

Part of the Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series; Fashionably Late

The bare necessities

Ages 6+

Polyvinyl chloride (PVC) / acrylonitrile butadiene styrene (ABS plastic) / polypropylene (PP) / polyester

Alice approx. 30.5cm H

Box approx. 42.5cm H x 27.3cm W x 14.6cm D

Imported

Item No. 416147921090

[cosmomoore]

It's almost as if Mattel has purposely designed G3 to self destruct.

So, so, sooooo many of the materials are unstable.

Between the polypropylene hair, the pleather, the clear and translucent accessories (and the ticking time bomb that is Frankie's prosthetic ankle (as pointed out to me by @dollsahoy) - designing the cogs like that, at the ankle - a major tension point (my G3 Frankie started developing stress marks almost immediately after getting them) was an incredibly bad idea) the dolls, like many other Mattel products, just are not made to last.

We have seen first hand how detrimental Mattel's decisions were to G1 and it's a shame that ten years on a whole host of other, different material problems are still present in the line and it seems as if Mattel is doubling down on them.