[colambo]

•1 standard silicone shell | #ffffff
↪ ▴ nubby ears
↪ ▴ curly tail
•1 full package tea | #9ed1ec to #dfb3ff
▴1 package mixed bubbles | #ffffff & #f9fa9d
•1 set of skeleton supports | #f9fa9d
✽1 Levitating forget-me-not blossom | #ffffff, #6bb4d5
★1 set special eye clings | #ffffff, #ebfb90, #8cc4e5
↪ •1 short hairpiece | #6092ad
↪ expressive "mouth" marking #6092ad
↪ 3 freshly-picked forget-me-nots | #ffffff, #6bb4d5

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Uncommon Babusagi | 16pts

A Babusagi (bah-buu-sah-ghee) is a rabbit based toy with a silicone-based
outside and a tasty drink inside! Babusagi also feature a skeleton for
sturdiness and our special bubble fillings for a real bubble-tea look!
Patented technology has also allowed us to levitate a bubble outside of
the silicone shell! Wow! Aside from being sweet in appearance Babusagi
are sweet in personality too and are ready to make friends with you!
Warning: Babusagis may be sentient and capable of developing their own personalities,
not all Babusagi guaranteed to be well-behaved.

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this babusagi is forget-me-not flavored, so to win them, tell me a memory they have of springtime, for example.. it could be an event that happened, or something about spring that they remember! the word limit is 500 words. packing list is a WIP, but the rarity is correct!

Ends 4/19/2017. prettying-up is allowed, no extras allowed.

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]pronouns:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]a memory of spring(500 words max):[/b]

[Cheeb]

username: cheeb
pronouns: she/her
name: melody
a memory of spring (500 words max):

what a cutie,,,, wip!! q u q

[Wileyfangs]

username: wicke
pronouns: she/they
name: Bao
a memory of spring: "I don't remember a lot," the little babusagi murmurs, her voice low and quiet.A sadness permits around her, like a fog and she looks at you with luminously round eyes. "But there's far more of spring that I remember..." She pauses and takes loose a forget-me-not from the ground. "These for instance...this flower was something they had plenty of. They being my former family back home in the highlands." A softer look passes through those eyes and she sighs softly. "You see there's a lot to be said of spring in the highlands. Farms, villages, towns. There was a huge village festival dedicated to these flowers y'see." She gently places it into the curl of her tail and then she hummed softly.

"I loved the spring festival."

[hazilnut]

username: hazilnut
pronouns: he/him
name: Oleander
a memory of spring: 499/500

Oleander was a small babusagi, in presence only of course, but somehow most babusagi didn't realize whenever he entered a room. It was like a superpower! Or perhaps it was a super weakness, because despite the fact that Oleander didn't mind not being noticed, his 'invisibility' had led to some fairly tricky situations. Even for an introvert, getting forgotten, especially when you're out on a hike, is not something you want to happen.

It had been a pleasant spring day, perhaps a bit too pleasant. It was the kind when the air was sticky with pollen and buzzing with bees. The sun had shone his face for the first time since the groundhog saw his shadow and the flowers had begun to show off their new spring fashion. It was a picture-perfect scene, so of course Oleander's parents has to go and ruin it by deciding to hike. Oleander was very much not a hiking person so maybe he was biased, but he was fairly sure even the most athletic babusagi would shy away from hiking in this insufferable heat. His parents were clearly made of something stronger than plastic.

"Momma? Poppa? Can we find shade? My tea is boiling," the young babusagi whined. He was forced to catch up and tap on his parents' shoulders to get their attention, so preoccupied in the 'wonders of nature' they had been. "Hmm? Oh of course Ollie, yes of course." His mother patted him on the head lightly and then returned to chatting with his father, pointing out a couple of crocuses poking their heads from the soil. Neither one seemed near inclined to move somewhere cooler, so Oleander took matters into his own paws.

"Okay Momma, I'm going to find shade, okay?" He didn't get an answer, but didn't wait to get one either- he was sure his plastic was melting as he spoke! Oleander settled 'neath a blooming wisteria tree whose purple flowers blocked out most of the sun. Within his cool cavern of lilac, the babusagi finally found the peace and relief he had wanted. Now he could get back to what he had been working on; his newest ballad. Inspired by the flowers, which he now felt charitable towards again, Oleander had decided to compose and ode to spring.

"Oh flowers painted in your frivolous ways, from zinnias to the sy of dais. Reaching to the sun so hot, except the wisest forget-me-nots." Composing rhymes, even stupid ones, had always taken a lot out of Oleander, and the heat was beginning to put him to sleep. So the boy obliged the sun, curling up around his favorite flowers just for a tiny nap. But the tiny nap drew on, and when Oleander finally awoke the sun had set and his parents gone. At least he had plenty of time to compose and admire the blooms as he dragged his body all the way down the mountain. So much for not hiking.

[lunarchy]

username: Lunarchy
pronouns: she/her
name: Floraline
a memory of spring(500 words max):

“What is my favorite memory of spring? Hmm…let me think. It’s so hard to remember nowadays, and I don’t really have a specific memory, but I can picture spring in general, so my favorite memory of spring is everything about it!

Spring has always been my favorite season. I love the sun’s warmth wrapping around me like a hug. I like how the grass is dewy in the mornings. Plants are sprouting again, and birds are chirping. Everything in spring smells so fresh and new. It’s like the world dies during winter, and then is reborn during spring.

Every smell, every taste, everything is beautiful in spring. The colors fly next to me, pastel shades of pink and yellow and violet and green, green, lovely verdant emerald green. And the forget-me-nots are always so gorgeous, with their shades of cerulean and lavender. Everything swirls around me in a complicated dance, whispering 'spring, spring, spring!' And the flowers always smile up at me with their lovely fresh faces, their petals soft and delicate, reminding me of when I was younger and innocent like them.

That is all I can really remember of spring. Not faces, not names, those are too hard. But I could never forget the colors and beauty and life of spring."

[miku]

username: Biancara
pronouns: She/Her
name: WIP
a memory of spring(500 words max): Res with helping a bird!

[LadyChinaAru]

username: LadyChinaAru
pronouns: He/Him
name: Indigo Florette
a memory of spring(500 words max):
when Indigo was little he use to spend a lot of time at his grandma's place since he was raised by a
single mother, especially in the spring went it was nice out. He's walk over to her house after school and spend all
day with her baking, painting and helping her in the gardening. He loved helping her plant the flowers, water them
and watch them grow. He became very close to her since he mom was so busy providing for them and it helped his
floating bubble was her favorite flower, a forget-me-not. But she got ill the winter he turned ten and passed away
during the spring. He was very depressed but his mother held something out to him, it was a flowerpot with
Forget-me-not's in it. His eyes widen and after a few tears he knew it was time to move on from the sadness as it
wouldn't make his grandma happy. So his mom let him replant all the flowers in his grandmother's garden and make
one in their back yard, so now every-time he see's his flowers in his garden he remembers the springs he spent with
his grandma in her garden taking care of her flowers, especially her Forget-me-not's.
(206/500)

[TrashFan]

Mark so hard, i cant currently work on a form.

[cambion]

username:
pronouns:
name:
a memory of spring(500 words max):
MERKERPLEER

[steamplonk]

username || steamplonk
name || fleur
pronouns || she / her
what happened on that lovely day in spring? ||
oh, yes. spring. when the daffodils pop out of the ground and the lilies sing with joy...
i remember last spring. do you? it was when the fire came, and destroyed everything i had.
that was the year grandpappi died, and that was the year there was a "we" instead of an "i."
i remember waking up... and i remember his screaming, oh god, make it stop, please. and i cried and a strange shadow man helped me out of the window. he told me to stop crying, and then he disappeared into the ground. and i remember when i curled up i to a ball in a field outside of the house and felt the dew on the grass seep into my glass and i just stayed there. i couldn't cry, i think all the tears were stuck, and they didn't want to come out.
that was when i had nothing, and i ran into the woods and i've stayed there ever since, because in the woods, you have nobody to be sad about burning and nothing to weep about when it's destroyed.