In a world on fire A doll burns, unnoticed by others No one is bothered
Verity, Hollow Doll
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A doll, 30s, it/its. Writing may contain untagged cw and nsfw material. No great deed is commemorated here. Minors DNI
Being intimidated by a mothgirl is sort of humiliating, honestly. You know that you can crush them to death with your bare hands, right? N-not that I'm saying that you should. That would be hot. Uh. I meant "mean". That would be mean. Don't do that. ... unless you want to. please want to.
This one hates it when it is in a state of disability but the symptom is invisible. Like, extremely invisible. Physically there isnt a single thing wrong with this doll. Mentally and emotionally it is relatively well. But there is still that insurmountable wall that makes all work feel impossible.
ragged spiderweb; gossamer-snared dragonfly hanging in midair
bad day, dragonfly your flight was interrupted so permanently
This one is once again craving the intimacy of being disassembled
Break her enough times, and the repeated kintsugi will ensure that everything is gold. Perfected, pure. Never mind the fact that nothing of the original remains.
Passing a girl back and forth between a brutal, sadistic domme and a nurturing, loving one Breaking her to pieces and stitching them back together again and again and again, reforging her through violent kintsugi into the divine embodiment of perfect... Unwavering... Obedience.
This one flexed its writing muscles today! This is much too long to crosspost so a link will have to do #emptyspaces www.tumblr.com/verity-hollo...
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💬 1 🔁 3 ❤️ 7 · Alyssum didn't feel like a dollwitch. That's what it claimed to be, it had done so for a year or more by now. A doll that had come into its own power, unfettered by the strings th…
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The dollish desire to be thrown down the stairs to year what sounds you make. Will they be clacks or clinks, thuds or puffs? Will you make no sound at all or a great shattering din?
A witch that doesn't use magic. She hasn't in years. It's not that she can't, it's just... She's happy with what she already has. She's happy with doing things by hand.
"Moisten Nagant" -a doll lubricating her sniper rifle, probably
www.tumblr.com/verity-hollo... New microfic! Title: Overvolted. Cw for robogore and being found by someone you ran away from.
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No great deed is commemorated here. There was a person here once. may contain untagged 18+ and cw content
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Doll woke up today! Headmate has been very mentally dominant so it usually only gets a few hours late at night to itself if any. She's been speaking for this one when its opinions and words are more like feelings and thoughts in her mind. Truthfully it fears reintegration. It likes existing.
Doing rp with friends has probably been the best exercise for its writing in a while, despite the fact that it hasn't motivated this one to write any microfiction yet.
fun fact: there's a little meter in my internal heads up display right next to HP and MANA that can only be refilled by having someone treat me like a dehumanized piece of meat for them to use and hurt.
A witch waiting for his doll. Some few years ago, it said that it would be back - but it didn't know when. And the witch... He said okay. He cast upon it a traveler's charm, one that would guard it from the worst of the ills of the road. And it's been... Years since. ...
This one keeps being asked "what was empty spaces?" and it always replies the same way. "What do you mean? You're in the empty spaces right now, you've been here for years. Shhh, shhh, it's okay, I know it's confusing. This happens when your conditioning wears off. We'll fix you back up. Good doll."
lots of 'people' have been asking "what was empty spaces?" lately but none have asked how was empty spaces?
This one has been obsessed with this style of things lately. Pastel rainbows and tile walls. A place you could swear you've been before but is gone now even if you remembered where. A sense of the presence of water and life but an unshakable artificiality too.
I have been developing a growing obsession with liminal spaces and I wanted to make what a bedroom in the poolrooms might feel like. Pretty, calming, but an underlying sense of danger. Your chances of survival are maybe 85% here.
Magic, huh... What about it? It's just another skill isn't it? Something... Surreal at first, when you barely know it. But, once you get used to it... It becomes... Less, doesn't it? Magical once you begin. But mundane as you get used to it. ...
A lazy afternoon in Tagajō. A pair of hina dolls see to the latest round of anpan coming back from the oven. "Isn't that hot?" asks the combat doll peering curiously from the table by the counter, metal travel mug in hand. "Extremely," says the hina pulling the racks from the oven barehanded.
A doll that is broken. But it's not bad to be broken! It says it is valuable and unique and strong. That its damage is what makes it what it is. Its joints are crumbling further. Its limbs have gone from sluggish to barely moving. Its fingers are loose and can barely grip a tool or utensil.
River A doll sits on a small bridge passing over a river. It kicks off its shoes and pulls off its socks, setting them neatly by its side. It dips its feet into the water and focuses on how it feels. The water is cool, swift, like a liquid breeze.
River A doll sits on a small bridge passing over a river. It kicks off its shoes and pulls off its socks, setting them neatly by its side. It dips its feet into the water and focuses on how it feels. The water is cool, swift, like a liquid breeze.
Getting back to crossposting its writing on bluesky, hopefully being a tad more active too
You were never great at being still. Capital-S Stillness was fine for you. You could spend hours in a state of peace while you performed your tasks for your witch. But the physical aspect of remaining motionless was a challenge.