#Spring girl box doll

[sklira]

霧と話した | Kokusyoku Sumire 黒色すみれ

[ultimatelytired]

Lullaby

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Fandom: Poppy Playtime Pairing: N/A Pronouns: She/Her Relationship: Familial Occupation: Caretaker Ability: Ballerina Music Box

The character takes the appearance of a beautifully crafted music box ballerina figurine made of the toughest porcelain and glass, their clothes made from real fabric that is soft to touch and hair so smooth and silky you'd mistake it for real hair. Attached to their back is a wind up key that continuously spins when they're active and stops when they switch off. If the key is removed they cease to operate until key is returned and they are wound up again. Before CatNap, the character was the one to put the children to sleep with their built-in music box that would constantly be updated with new songs to play to help ease the children to sleep.

Keys:

[F/N]: Female Name

Warnings: spoilers for chapter 4 and those who haven't played the game, blood, death and all that shit.

"Lullaby" pt. 2, pt.3

bound to be mistakes that I was too lazy to find or fix.

that is all.

This beautiful ballerina is what every little girl dreams to be! Each doll sold plays a different song when you wind her key and her articulated, posable body in shimmery outfits add to storytelling. This doll is ready and waiting to be taken home to sing and dance for your little girl, all day, every day, forever and ever!

She is your best friend, Ballade Ballerina!

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Subject: 1179

Original Procedure Date: 11/90

Behavior:

Assigned to Home Sweet Home within the Playcare, it acts as a motherly figure towards the children with a "warm" and "caring" attitude. That attitude switches off around the staff and it acts "cold" and "unresponsive" but will do as it's told when given orders. This was one of the few experiments that had their cognitive thinking intact instead becoming one of those mindless individuals.

Much like it's predecessors, while also maintaining the ability to think and respond, it acts as a bodyguard and or security that monitors the children when it's lights out. Nothing seems to get past its watchful eyes while also documenting who comes and goes both Home Sweet Home and the Playcare.

A stage was built into Home Sweet Home where it resides while its built-in music box would play lullabies to help put the children to sleep or when they're stressed it would help calm them down, however, it roams around during the "day" and interacts with the children.

While their temperament becomes apathetic around the regular employees, it becomes more nervous and prone to aggression around the scientists but what intrigues me the most is how it acts around me. Sometimes it would shut down completely when in my presence but is obedient to any order I give it, going so far as to drop any other previous order to complete a task I give it.

Conclusion:

Have it remain within Home Sweet Home for further monitoring.

Subject 1179 is one of the more successful Bigger Bodies that thinks, acts and listens while it can go unmonitored and it won't act out or misbehave.

Signature: Dr. Harley Swayer

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"Hey, wind up the key already."

"Just... give me a sec, alright. This thing is so hard to turn!" two human employees struggled to turn the wind up key attached to the back of a giant four meter tall ballerina figurine doll, the coiled spring within its body needing to be tightened enough to function throughout the day. The two let out a breath of relief when it finally clicked into place and the third took a step back just as the figurine sparked to life, she sat on her knees with her head in a bowed position but when she turned on she slowly sat up with her eyes blinking to life.

"Good, you're awake." a yawn escaped her lips as she stretched her arms above her head, she looked down at the human in front of her when they snapped their fingers in front of her "Ballade, state your tasks for today." her face, made of the finest but toughest porcelain, held little to no emotion as she continued to stare the human down.

"Wait for the children to wake. Help the children get ready for the day. Entertain the children as the day progresses. Assist the Smiling Critters if needed. Abide by the orders the employees give. When the children--" she stops when they held a hand up to her, their other hand pinching the bridge of their nose in mild irritation.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I hate doing this." one of the other employees places a hand on their shoulder.

"It's standard procedure, pal. We've got to ask so we know that she knows her daily duties and tasks. If anything is amiss we've got to report to Dr. Sawyer." the three of them shudder, missing how Ballade twitched at the mention of the doctor "You know how he is, that freak."

"Yeah, and besides, we're lucky that we're around one of the few toys whose first thought isn't to bite our heads off." at that comment, they peak up at Ballade and saw how she just continued to stare at them, eyes unnervingly not breaking contact with the three of them as they spoke "Let's not take our chances though." they step off her stage and draw the curtains.

"You know what you're supposed to do." she nods and they leave, she lets out another yawn before finally standing to her feet and waiting for her cue. She laced her fingers together as she stretched her arms and legs, not that she needed to, and got into position at the sound of the soft pitter patter that was the children's footsteps along with more heavier footsteps of the Smiling Critters.

"Haha, alright children. Now that you're all awake, let's help wake up our last friend! You all remember what to do, right?" the voice chuckles softly when the children nod their heads enthusiastically "Alright. One, two, three... oh, Miss Ballade~ rise and shine!"

"Rise and shine, Miss Ballade!" a silence washes over them when nothing happened.

"I think we need to be a little louder, one more time children. Oh, Miss Ballade~"

"Rise and shine!" they hear the sound of soft laughter as a melody starts to play from behind the curtain, they all cheer when the curtain is thrown open and Ballade steps out with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning children! Thank you for waking me, I really needed that. So, kids, are you all ready for breakfast? Let's find Picky Piggy, I'm sure she's fixed you all something to eat!" at the mention of food a few children scatter to the dining hall, and a few other children lingered around and waited for Ballade "Remember kids, with a healthy diet and enough practice, you just might be able to be like me one day." she says as she takes a step off her stage while reaching for one of the children.

"Really? Can I become a ballerina like you when I grow up?" a genuine smile spreads across her porcelain face as she picks the little girl up and holds her up, the girl starts to laugh when Ballade nuzzles her nose against hers.

"Of course, when you believe in yourself, anything is possible." a laugh escapes her lips when the little girl wraps her arms around her neck and hugs her, she grunts when another pair of arms wraps around her and pulls her into a hug. She pursed her lips and looked down at DogDay, whose already permanent smile stretched wider while his tail wagged when she managed to free her hand to gently caress the back of his head "Good morning to you too, DogDay." he giggled softly.

"Good morning, Miss Ballade." she happily greets the other Smiling Critters, who were rounding up the leftover children, and form a line so no child is left out during breakfast. DogDay was leading them with Ballade, who was ultimately the tallest toy within the Playcare, was the last in line while Hoppy, Kickin and Bubba were mixed in with the children. As they made their way to the dining hall, Ballade was singing different nursery rhymes with the children and Smiling Critters joining in happily to keep them entertained "Who's hungry?"

"We are!" DogDay smiles as he steps to the side and gestures for the children to take a seat in the dining hall, where Picky was setting up the food.

"Well, go take a seat and Picky will serve you right up!" Ballade takes a step back and watches as the children take their seats, whether it be with their friends or by themselves, even the Smiling Critters take their designated seats "Miss Ballade, join us." DogDay says, Bobby smiles warmly as she gestures for Ballade to sit with them.

"Yes, join us!" she gently shakes her head.

"Perhaps later, we are still missing a face." this caused DogDay to look around and notice who exactly was missing.

"Drats, he must have gone back to sleep. Allow me to--" she raises her hand.

"I shall retrieve him, it will be no hassle. Besides, he listens to me." DogDay's ears lowered as a soft whine escaped him, she gave him a comforting smile as she gently patted his head "Do not worry, friend. I will make sure he comes down to join us for breakfast." he nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Alright." another whine leaves him when both her hands pinch at his cheeks and start stretching them, this caused the children to laugh when DogDay grabbed her by her wrists to stop her "Okay, okay!" she lets go and chuckles when he was rubbing his cheeks, Crafty and Bubba comforting him when he cried softly.

"Good, I'll be back with him in toe." she pats his head before turning on her heel and leaving.

The Smiling Critters consists of eight members, that being DogDay, Bubba Bubbaphant, Bobby BearHug, CraftyCorn, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken, Picky Piggy and last by certainly not least CatNap. Ballade was created before the Smiling Critters and is the one in charge of them all, keeping them in line and checking on them as ordered by the Doctor himself. She, of course, knows about the experiments and knows who the children were before they were placed into their Bigger Bodies. They, too, recognized Ballade as the nice caretaker who looked after them when they were still human and trusted her with all their heart. Ballade's stage resided within the main foyer in the center of the room where she would usually sing and dance for the children, as for the Smiling Critters, they generally resided in cells beneath the Playhouse but Miss Stella Greyber thought it would make the children happier if they stayed in Home Sweet Home so Ballade wouldn't have to go far from the children just to check on the Smiling Critters.

That being said...

"CatNap~ I know you're in there." she gently knocks on the door before opening it to find the colossal cat sleeping soundly on his cat bed, she enters the room and closes the door behind her then approaches him. Her hand reached to press gently against his head, she smiled fondly when a purr rumbled out of his throat and she continued to stroke his head as she knelt down on her knees "It's time to eat, Theo." she spoke softly, she tilts her head to the side and saw that his eyes opened.

"I'm not hungry..." she frowned.

"I see they still haven't fixed your voice box yet." he grunts at her words.

"They don't care about me." he looked up at her when she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on top of his, her cheek rubbing into the top of his head.

"But I do, and I wish I could help you." her eyes trailed down his body and winced when she saw his skeletal figure "And I wish for you to join us for breakfast, my boy. The others are waiting for us to join them, so we mustn't keep them waiting." he huffed and turned away from her, his tail flicking around in disinterest.

"They're not waiting. They don't care about me either." she pouts but doesn't stop petting him.

"That's not true, they care in their own way. Won't you do this for me, my sweet boy?" it still wasn't enough to convince him, haa, when he gets like this she only has one last thing to resort to "I see, I guess I'll leave you to sleep. But DogDay will be very upset." a subtle smirk stretched across her lips when his ear perked up.

"DogDay...?" she shrugged her shoulders as she removed herself, dusting the skirt of her dress.

"Mm hmm, he was upset that you weren't there to join us for breakfast. I won't pressure you to join us, but I guess Crafty will be the one to keep him company." playing with his feelings like this was cruel but DogDay was CatNap's closest friend where he got pretty jealous when the others got too close to him "I'll tell him you're still sleeping, so sweet dreams my baby~" she's waving him goodbye as she takes her leave and closing the door behind her, she's walking away and quietly counting down from five and the moment she gets to one his door was kicked open. She snickers to herself and stops to wait for him, as she's turning around she notices that he isn't slowing down and before she can do anything to avoid him he crashes into her.

*SLAM*

*THUD*

*CRASH*

"What was that?" DogDay was quick to his feet at the sound of a loud crash, the others quickly settled the children as he and Kickin rushed out to see what it was, only for them to hold back their laughter at the sight. The cause of the sound was CatNap charging into Ballade and the two of them tumbling down the stairs when they reached the bottom Ballade fell face first into the floor with CatNap on top of her, DogDay continued to laugh quietly as he approached them "Are you... alright, Miss Ballade?" he and Kickin burst out into laughter when she answers them with a thumbs up, face still in the floor.

"Sorry, Miss Ballade..." CatNap apologies as he lifts his hand upon realizing his paw was pressed into the back of her head.

"It's alright, my dear boy. You were just excited to eat with your friends." she reassures them that she's alright as they help her to her feet and they return to the dining hall, Ballade had a bright smile on her face at the sight of all her children eating together. Despite the horrors that lie beneath their feet, she could never ask for a better job than thi--

"Ballade." her eyes snap away from the children and see that it was Stella Greyber calling her name, she gestures with her finger for her to come so with one final look at the children she slinks away to see what the Head of Playcare could possibly need from her.

"Miss Greyber, how may I be of assistance today?" a bead of sweat formed on Stella's cheek as she stared up at the figurine, despite the friendly smile on her face, her eyes were void of any emotion as her voice was monotone.

"I need you to accompany me and the other Head Executives for a meeting, we have some guests that I'm worried will act out." she raised a brow.

"Act... out?" her mind thinks back to the other times Stella or the other Head Executives called her out when they were having meetings with especially unruly guests, she slowly nods her head "I understand, Miss Greyber." Stella smiles and claps her hands.

"Splendid, just follow me out." she nods her head but stops and looks to where the Smiling Critters are.

"Oh, CatNap!" she calls out, his head snaps up and looks to where she is, he scowls when he sees Stella but his gaze softens when Ballade smiles "Look after the children for me while I'm gone, hmm? I trust you'll keep them safe." her smile brightened when he nodded, slowly, but he nodded.

"Okay..." she laughs softly and waves the children goodbye when the children bid her goodbye, Kickin and Hoppy pout as they watch Ballade follow Stella out before they all look up at CatNap, who went back to eating his food "... what?"

"How come you're in charge? I thought she'd at least choose DogDay."

"I'm not in charge. She only told me to look after the children..." DogDay nods.

"Yeah. Besides, he needs more time to hang around the children! Since he visits the doctor more often than us, the children have been missing him and want to spend more time with him! She must have thought of that as to why she chose CatNap to look after the children." Bubba nods.

"I agree, CatNap is becoming quite popular with the children." Bobby giggles softly.

"Sounds to me you're just jealous she chose him and not you two."

"We're not jealous!" Crafty places her hands on their backs to calm them.

"Now, now, no fighting. Miss Ballade wouldn't want us to." CatNap watched as his friends bicker amongst each other as he thought of the real reason Ballade asked him of all the Smiling Critters to look after the children, or rather, watch. The reason she asked him was because he was more capable of guarding them while she was away, she didn't act as just a caretaker to the children, she was also their bodyguard in case guests that were welcomed into the Playcare acted aggressively around the children or staff. She waves at the few children outside Home Sweet Home as well as the Miss Delight teachers as she continues to follow Stella to the Gas Production Zone, and it was the moment she was out of sight that she dropped her friendly demeanor.

The human employees were quick to shuffle away when Stella entered with Ballade trailing close behind, her heavy footsteps echoing throughout the production zone as they stepped onto the lift and had them lowered towards the prison. Stella looked back at Ballade and noticed how she grew nervous as they traversed through the toy graveyard, she was nervous herself but she noticed how the figurine was clasping her hands together as she kept her glass eyes down to avoid looking at the toys. To the people who are unaware, they would think that it was just rejected or ruined toys they were walking by, but to the people who knew the truth... it was better not to think about it for their own sanity.

"You're here, finally!" Leith Pierre, Head of Innovations and owner of Playtime Co., announced when Stella entered the room with Ballade in toe. He was speaking with Stella as Ballade looked around the room and spotted the familiar looking box in the corner of the room, she sighs, so she was on cleanup duty huh? She blinked when Leith was in front of her and snapping his fingers to get her attention, she slowly turned her head to look down at him and saw the irritated expression on his face "Alright, you know what you're to do, hmm? I've got six guests coming down to discuss a couple things when in reality, I'm just going to have you two get rid of them. It's the media that's gotten a little too nosey and I need you to silence them for, well, ever. Got it?" she stared blankly at him then nodded.

"Understood." he gives her that all too familiar smile; fake.

"Terrific! Get into place." she nods once more and takes her place beside the door. Despite being in the lower area of Playtime Co. where a prison was built, the room was nicely decorated with all sorts of toys littered around so it wouldn't be odd to see the popular, life-sized doll of Ballade Ballerina in the room. She takes a breath before holding the first position (a basic ballet position) with a kid-friendly smile on her face, she also temporarily slowed her wind up key so you wouldn't hear it tick as it moved "Okay, bring 'em in."

...

...

'So boring...' she could feel the yawn building up in her throat but had to fight it down as to not alarm the unsuspecting guests that she was alive and watching their every movement, she had been watching them closely since they stepped foot into the room and would look away when they would glance up at her. The three Head Executives were answering questions their guests were asking and it started off with the usual, she was watching them again but stopped when they gestured to her.

"My little girl has a Ballade doll, I never would have thought you would have made a life size version of her. I've seen the Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy ones, but I still can't get over the sheer size of them." Leith laughs at the comment.

"Of course, of course! The children love them, or rather, they love to climb all over them. Our Ballade here is our most delicate one. Unlike Huggy, who's made of fur and fluff, or Mommy, who's made of plastic, she's made of porcelain. She's one of our finest toys and mascots, the children just love her."

"Does she sing too?" Stella nods.

"She does indeed, she has the wind up key and everything but it's a hassle to wind it up because of the technical stuff inside her." the lady deflated a little.

"A pity. Well, anyway, back to the interview." she picks up a stack of papers and then spreads them across the table to reveal a couple photos of the factory, it was a wonder how they managed to capture them when it was against the rules to film or document anything when within the factory, they must have a really good photographer "I am very curious about the many locations within Playtime Co., especially the building we're in now."

"Yes, and by the looks of it, it kind of looks like a... prison?" Eddie M. N. Ritterman, the Head of Research, just let out a laugh.

"A prison? Don't be ridiculous! Why would we, a company known for making toys, build a prison? This place is merely a warehouse for toys that just didn't appeal to the children." that answer didn't really convince the interviewers, not that it mattered, they weren't leaving this room, let alone the building itself "We bring toys that don't make the cut down here so we can brainstorm and see how we can make them better! Down here is where all the "science" happens, you know?" they raise a brow.

"Science?"

"Well, our leading scientist isn't here to give all the boring details about how we run things, but he's what makes the toys come to life! He's the reason why our Ballade here is so lifelike, you see." at this comment one of the interviewers stood up and looked at Ballade closely.

"Now that you mention it, it's almost as if her eyes are following me..." he murmured to himself and started moving side to side to see if she was really watching them, the three Executives watch Ballade's eyes closely and saw that she managed to not look at him and when the others saw this as well he was quickly yanked back into his seat.

"Stop that, you're making yourself look like a fool." they whisper sharply.

"But I swear we're being watched." Leith chuckles at that.

"You can thank our security for that! We pride ourselves in our security to make any intruders as uncomfortable as possible." that comment caused them to grow a little nervous, Eddie laughed when he could feel the rise of tension because of Leith's words.

"What Leith is trying to say is that with our security, anyone that trespasses onto Playtime Co. property without proper invitation, well, they better hope that the silent alarm that goes off is the only thing they should be worrying about." this caused the lot of them to shrink a little, the staff hadn't realized that this man came onto the property multiple times disguised as a guest to take photos but he didn't go unrecognized by Huggy and Mommy, the mascots who were the security for the main entrance and Game Stop of Playtime Co.

"Mister Pierre, sir, we didn't mean--" Stella winced and looked away when Eddie raised his hand to stop them. Eddie's eyes narrowed as they all looked at how their guests shrank under his gaze.

"Now, there's no need to apologize. I must say, you got some really good shots of our factory. I should thank you, clearly we need to update our human security since they failed to check if anyone was carrying a camera when it is prohibited to bring such things into the factory. A hazard, you know? I should get to that right away!" he stands to his feet and readjusts his blazer "I'll be sure to have our security take care of things." Stella and Eddie follow close behind as they leave the room, closing the door behind them and leaving the six people in there.

"Great! They're probably going to call the police."

"They're going to have us barred from entering the property."

"I'm more surprised they didn't confiscate the photos."

"He said that security was going to "take care of things", or whatever that means."

"Think we can just leave?"

"Yeah, and find the exit through this maze? I think it'd be better to wait for security." they start discussing what they should do when they hear a subtle ticking sound, they look over and see that it was coming from the Ballade Ballerina figurine "Is it... ticking?" one of them asked as they approached her, looking her up and down and noticing how her wind up key was turning.

"Is she on or something?" they jumped when the box in the corner of the room started making a noise, the crank on the jack-in-the-box turning on its own and playing its familiar tune, creeping them out even further "Is it automatic or something."

"Shut it off if it freaks you out so much." a few of them approach the box while the others paced the room.

"All around the cobbler's bench..." the man in front of Ballade whipped his head up at her when she started singing, the room fell into silence when both she and the box started playing "Pop goes the Weasel", Ballade sang it slowly with an eerie and dull expression on her face "The monkey chased the weasel..." the woman pacing the room shook her head.

"Why is she singing?"

"Is she supposed to sing that slow?"

"The monkey thought 'twas all in fun..." the man in front of her shook his head as he approached the door.

"Fuck this." he rushes for the door and grabs the doorknob, he's in the process of yanking it open when a large hand slams it shut. He stares at the hand that is bigger than his head before slowly looking up to see Ballade staring down at him, his breath hitches when she stares him straight in the eyes.

"Pop goes the weasel." the room is filled with screams when her hand grabs him by the neck and closes around it, promptly snapping his neck and killing him on the spot. What followed next was the sound of blood-curdling screams and cries for help, yet their pleas fell to deaf ears as they were killed like cattle in a slaughterhouse. When the room fell quiet, Leith peeked inside and smirked softly at the sight of Ballade feeding Boxy Boo the dead interviewers one by one, well, the interviewers who weren't already half-eaten by the gluttonous toy. He whistled softly when he saw a few holes in the concrete walls, she was quite the masterpiece, he had to admit. Despite being a porcelain doll that is normally very fragile, the doctor had constructed her body with the finest but toughest porcelain he could find. She acted as not only the security for Playcare, she was essentially a bodyguard for the three Head Executives as well as extra muscle for cleaning up dead bodies "Open wide, Boxy." she cooed as she held a dismembered torso in her hands and dangled it above him, a faint smile graced her lips when he obliged and opened as wide as he could and she dropped it into his mouth.

"Haha, well done!" she didn't pay Leith any mind as she continued to feed Boxy "We'll have the Specialist mop up all the blood, and Ballade? Don't forget to clean yourself up." at the mention of that, she looked down at herself and saw the blood dripping down her fine china.

"We're lucky porcelain doesn't stain easily, or else it'd be a pain to explain why she's been dyed red." Eddie comments, Stella sighs softly.

"Well, she does get the most maintenance out of all the toys. She requires a lot of cleaning or else she'll fall apart." Ballade let out an oh when she felt Boxy nudge her side, she looked down at him and saw that he was licking the blood off her fingertips. Experiment 1160, better known as Boxy Boo, was the first experiment from the Bigger Bodies Initiative that was a success but unlike her, he was violent and gluttonous with his purpose being the disposing of lower-ended employees aware of the Initiative. While her main purpose was to look after the children within Playcare, she also helped Boxy Boo and the Specialist deal with "clean-up duty" and because of that, she was constantly around him since she was the only one who could control him. Due to that, Boxy Boo was more like a dog around her since she treated him nicely.

"Clean up the rest of the bodies then you can go back to Playcare after returning Boxy Boo to his cell." she nods her head.

"Yes, sir." she has to hold Boxy Boo's head down to stop him from lunging towards Leith, who approached her knowing that she would keep him safe from the ravenous toy, just to pat her on the arm.

"Good girl." she just huffed softly. It only takes a couple minutes for Ballade to feed the last of the bodies to Boxy before he's tuckered out and slinking back into his box, she's caressing the top of it and cooing sweet nothings to him until he falls asleep. He too was once a child, she wasn't going to treat him like a savage just because he'd lost himself to this experiment, she had a role as a caretaker and she was going to fulfill it no matter what.

"Goodbye, Boxy Boo. I'm sure I'll see you soon." she says as she pats his head, he whines softly but lets her go nonetheless. She exits the room and is escorted back to the Playcare by a few prison guards, she smacks their hands off her when they grab her and practically growls at them not to do it again. She doesn't really get in trouble for killing any of the employees, Leith prefers it because it's fewer people to pay wages to, he practically encourages it and the humans all know it. Ballade double checks she'd gotten all the blood off of her before finally stepping back into Playcare, it was easy for her to lie to the children about her whereabouts and why she was gone as it was the breathe. Sometimes she felt guilty for lying to their faces but it was better for them not to know; it was better for them to remain unaware that she was a stone-cold killer who was more than capable of killing them.

"Come on, Miss Ballade! We made something for you." she gasped softly, placing a hand on her chest.

"For me? You shouldn't have." she'd been led by the hand of a few children towards the playground close to the schoolhouse where they showed her small drawings they made "What's this?" they laughed softly.

"Miss Delight told us to draw something that makes us happy, so I drew you!"

"Me too!"

"I did too!"

"Miss CraftyCorn helped me with mine." Ballade took each of their drawings and looked at them closely, making sure to look at each detail "Do you like them, Miss Ballade?" she smiled fondly at the drawings before placing her hands on their heads one by one, snickering softly when she messed with their hair.

"I love them. It warms my heart to know that I make you happy." she pats their backs when they hug her legs "Now come, let's go join the others. I hear you guys are playing hide and go seek." they gasp in anticipation, hide and seek was always fun with the Smiling Critters. Ballade sat with CatNap under a tree by Home Sweet Home as they watched the children run around looking for spots to hide, they were too big to participate in hiding and though the other Smiling Critters were just as big, they were more capable of hiding than them. CatNap is curled up behind her as she lets her body rest against his, her hand gently stroking his head while his tail thumped gently on the ground.

"Thank you for looking after the children, CatNap. Did anything happen while I was away?" he lets out a soft grunt.

"No. The children were well-behaved." she smiles.

"That's good. Did they give you any trouble?"

"Not really, they mostly bothered DogDay." this caused her to laugh softly and she looked over to where DogDay was and saw him chasing around one of the children he managed to find that was hiding in a bush "He is the favorite one amongst us all."

"With his friendly personality, I wouldn't see why anyone wouldn't like him." CatNap huffed at that "But you're still my favorite, I always did love the smell of lavender compared to vanilla." she chuckled when he started purring as he nudged his against her side, she rewarded him by scratching under his chin while pressing a kiss atop of his head, this only intensified the purring. About an hour or so goes by before the game ends and they come to collect the two, only to find them both sleeping soundly in each other's company. Ballade didn't mean to fall asleep, she could technically go days without "sleep" so long as her key kept turning, however, her key had stopped since she was leaning against CatNap and she evidently fell asleep on him. It took Bubba to wind up her key to get her to wake up, and when she did, she apologized for doing so since she promised she'd watch them play.

"CatNap can put just about anybody to sleep!"

"But I didn't expect to see Miss Ballade to fall asleep. She's never one to fall asleep while on duty."

"Perhaps whatever she had to do tuckered her out." no, my key just stopped and I inadvertently fell asleep... but CatNap is very nice to nap around, hence his name. To make up for it, Ballade spends the rest of the day with the girls, and the boys who want to participate, practicing ballet moves. Of course, she only shows them how to do basic moves but shows off her body's flexibility, since her body didn't have bones she could bend and twist her body however she liked. She was by no means like Mommy Longlegs, who could manipulate her body however she liked, but she could easily fold her body in half with little to no strain.

"Am I doing it right, Miss Ballade?" she looked over and saw a little girl trying to perform the pirouette but couldn't quite keep her leg up as she spun nor keep herself from tumbling a little.

"You're quite close, little one, you just need to work on your balance." she kicks at the ground.

"You make it look easy." she chuckled softly.

"I struggled a lot too, it takes years and years of practice. As they say, practice makes perfect. Just don't give up and your efforts will be rewarded." she takes a step back and performs the pirouette once more and does a little bow at the end, she takes a knee and gestures for her to try again "Nobody is going to make fun of you for not getting it on the first go." Ballade, no, [F/N] watched with a fond look as the little girl tried and tried again to stick the landing and was getting there with each attempt she made.

[F/N], that was her name before she became Ballade Ballerina; before she got stuck in a body that she couldn't recognize. She couldn't remember much before her time at Playcare but she did remember that she was older than most of the kids at the orphanage, perhaps that's where she could her motherly tendencies from and why she loved to care for the children, because she knew better than the adults who lied to their faces like they were stupid, but she wasn't stupid. What she could remember was the day when she was chosen, out of all the children who were more eager to be selected, she was the one that was picked and she didn't know how to feel. At the time she was anxious, both at the thought of being with a new family but also leaving the kids she had grown to love, but what choice did she have? Maybe she was happy that she was leaving that underground orphanage to see the sun again, she was excited to feel the wind blow through her hair and to be normal again.

All that happiness was short-lived when she was taken deeper into Playtime Co. to be experimented on by the infamous Doctor Harley Sawyer, that cruel and ruthless man who cared not for her wellbeing but the advancement of science and what he could do. She could almost remember the day she woke up and felt trapped in a body that she just knew wasn't hers, she just felt wrong. Her body no longer felt dense but rather hollow, if she tapped her finger against herself she could hear the way it would make a clinking sound as if two cups came together. Her face felt like it was stuck in place and she couldn't properly express the way she felt, even if she felt herself cry she couldn't even feel the tears that would fall down her cheeks. She felt it was impossible to move, that if she did she would come apart, even still, she could barely bend her knees and elbows and they were stuck in place.

Doctor Harley Sawyer called her his masterpiece, how her body was made from delicate porcelain that he reinforced to make her durable enough to not break easily if she were to suffer enough force or heavy weight to her person. Her body had articulated joints so she could fold and bend her body like a normal person but didn't suffer the strain or pain a human would, she was capable of twisting her limbs in all directions and not feeling a thing. She was practically a machine, she felt like a machine because she had practically lost most of her senses. She couldn't feel anything upon her glass-like skin, taste anything on her artificial tongue, or smell anything through her nose that felt more like decoration on her face. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep and if they didn't want to deal with her they could just turn her off by the wind up key on her back that was practically her lifeline. Without it, they could practically turn her off forever and forget about her.

They threatened her with that possibility each time she wouldn't give them the results that they wanted, that if she continued to act up or be difficult they'd throw her away to rot in the prison. That terrified her, she didn't want to be trapped in a cell in a body that felt more like a cage, so she complied and listened. Listening is what granted her freedom, or rather, to leave the lower levels and return to Playcare as Ballade Ballerina, the life-sized music box figurine, to care for and protect the children like she did when she was still human. [F/N] felt herself die each time she would smile at these children, knowing that what she was doing was only going to get them killed and she could do nothing but smile and laugh as they'd be taken, happy that they were chosen like she was... only for their lives to be cut short before it even began.

She was just like those damn adults.

"Miss Ballade?" she blinked when the little girl called her name.

"Oh, y-yes? I'm sorry, I was distracted. Show me again, why don't you?" the girl frowned softly then approached Ballade, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"You don't have to lie, Miss Ballade. I know I'll never be as good as you, so it's fine to tell the truth." her heart ached at her words, and she quickly shook her head and held the little girl's hand within her bigger ones. The few memories she managed to cling to before she became what she is today was that when she was growing up, when she still had a family that loved and cared for her, she wanted to be a ballerina. How ironic, but she remembered when she was young and had that same devastated look on her face when she just couldn't get the basic moves right and was ready to give up.

"No, no. Being as good as me shouldn't be what's on your mind, you've got to be as good as you can be. You won't be as good as me, and that's fine, because you can just be better than me."

"Can I really?" she nods.

"Of course! Because you can continue to grow, while I'll forever be the boring doll who is only good at ballet." she let out an oh when the girl started rocking back and forward.

"I think you're pretty cool for just a boring doll." if she could cry she'd feel her eyes glisten with tears.

"... I really appreciate that. Now come on, show me again. I'll be watching, I promise." she's clapping her hands in encouragement when the girl tries again and again until he finally sticks the landing, she's rewarded with Ballade picking her up and twirling her around with a proud look on her face "See? You did it! Just like I said you would, I am so proud." she caresses her cheek against hers then booped her nose.

"Thank you, Miss Ballade." she says as she wraps her arms around her neck.

"Anything for you." she spends the next half hour performing a couple more moves before the adults tell them that it was time to head back to Home Sweet Home. She allows DogDay and Hoppy to lead the children back into Home Sweet Home where they are separated by gender and brought to separate bathrooms to clean up, she ends up in the kitchen to help Picky sort out dinner while the rest of the Smiling Critters are left to set up the dining hall. She's standing in her usual corner when the children finally arrive with Bobby and Crafty pleading for her to join them at their table, she planned to decline their invitation but was brought over by CatNap nudging her over to them. It felt quite nice to just sit with the Smiling Critters and since she didn't need to eat to sustain herself, she sat quietly with them and would speak every now and then when they spoke to her.

"My favorite part of the day..." CatNap said after dinner was finished and they were all leaving the dining hall.

"Because you get to go back to sleep?" he nods and turns towards the staircase to return to his room, only to be stopped when he is grabbed by a few of the kids and tugged towards Ballade's stage.

"You can't go to sleep yet, CatNap!"

"Miss Ballade's gonna read to us." this caught his attention and he looked to where she was stepping onto her stage after taking a book from one of the kids "You're gonna join us, right? Miss Ballade always makes storytime fun!"

"Come on CatNap, join us."

"It just wouldn't be the same without you." he grumbles softly.

"... alright." they cheer and practically climb all over him when he takes a seat in front of her stage, she smiles when CatNap joins the crowd of children but knows that he is going to sleep through most of the story, not that she minded.

"Okay, kids. Despite having read this story over a thousand times, I'm sure you wouldn't mind hearing it again." she clears her throat then throws her arm out for dramatic flare "The Adventures of the Word Wizard!" they all laugh when she puts on a theatrical performance as she read the book, using different voices for characters and playing her music box for some background noise. She always was good at storytime, able to draw the children in with ease and entertain them, it warmed her heart to see them so invested in a story they had heard time and time again but not get tired of it.

It was one good thing this stupid place had to give her.

"And with his final word, this story has come to an end." the children, including the Smiling Critters, all let out a round of awes that it was over "And now it's time for bed." she laughs when they made more sounds of disappointment, besides Catnap, who stood up and started carrying that were laying on him off to bed.

"Can't we have one more story?"

"Yeah, just one more?" she shakes her head.

"I'm afraid not. Besides, you're all yawning." she closed the book and placed it down as she stepped off her stage and to where the few tired children were sitting, the Smiling Critters gathered the other children and either started carrying them or leading them back to their beds "Sleep is just as important, one should not neglect the need to rest just to continue having fun. I mean, look at CatNap! All he does is sleep and he has fun."

"Then he must be having a lot of fun since he's always sleeping."

"Uh huh, and he must be having the most wonderful dreams because of that. So, why don't we all go to bed so we can dream and have fun while we're asleep? We can always continue the fun tomorrow, it's not like it's going anywhere." that was a lie, she nor the children had no clue whether that would be their last night alive and that thought scared her "Now come, CatNap is ready to help you children to sleep."

"Oh, alright." she scoops them up while grabbing another by the hand to lead them back to their rooms, she's tucking them into bed and pressing kisses onto each of their heads as she passes them. She's mentally counting each child to make sure that all have been returned to bed and that none were missing, the last time she failed a headcount she, well... let's just say she never misses up the headcount anymore.

"Are they all here?" she nods "Whenever you're ready..." she goes through the assortment of songs she had before finally choosing one, the moment CatNap heard her music box start to play he exhaled enough of the red smoke from his mouth to help them doze off but stay awake long enough to hear her sing.

"Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green~" this was CatNap's favorite part of the day, not only did he get to sleep, but he got to help Ballade put all the rowdy children to sleep as he listened to her sing. Before he got put into this body, when he was Theodore Grambell, Ballade was the only one who understood him. He had few friends and preferred keeping it that way because the other children annoyed him, but Ballade was different. Instead of pestering him like the adults would, trying and failing to get him to open up, she would merely sit with him in silence and wait patiently for him. She had a boisterous but calming personality that she could easily switch between depending on who she was interacting with, it was why the children loved her so much; it was why he loved her "Because you love me, dilly, dilly. I will love you~" she looks at CatNap and smiled at him, despite the permanent smile on his face, she could see a crease in his lips that let her know that he was giving her a genuine smile

When her music box struck its final cord and all the children had fallen asleep, she brushed the hair out of one of their eyes as they slept soundly before standing to her feet and going over to CatNap. The back of her hand brushed against his cheek and scratched under his chin as she walked him back to his room, she stayed with him until he fell into a deep slumber and wouldn't notice when she slipped out of his room to check on the other Smiling Critters. She found them all sleeping in their designated rooms and made sure to give them goodnight kisses as well, she had a feeling they would know if she didn't give them one, then went back to roaming the quiet and empty halls of Home Sweet Home.

Since she did not need to sleep, she aimlessly roamed around Playcare for nothing in particular, or that's what it seemed if people weren't aware of why she was stationed in Playcare. Huggy Wuggy was the security for the main lobby, Mommy Longlegs was the security for the Game Station, and Ballade was the security for Playcare. It was rare, very, very rare for someone to trespass onto Playtime Co. property after hours, and nearly impossible to make it past Huggy and Mommy alike to get into Playcare. The only likely situation you could get past those mascots was if you were an employee who knew their way around, but one thing was for sure, you would never make it past Ballade. She knew the entire layout of Playcare as well as the prison below, Leith and the Doctor made sure of that, so no matter where you go, she would always find you. Despite her large stature, she was very nimble on her feet. She was so good at sneaking around that you wouldn't even know she was behind you until she spoke up. The Doctor, Stella and Eddie would constantly make her sneak up on Leith to scare the living daylights out of him, she had to hide behind them when he threatened her with solitary confinement if she kept it up.

Anyways-

"It was almost too easy..." a voice whispered as they explored the Playcare, completely unaware that they were being watched. Ballade didn't bring it up with the three Executives when she noticed after the carnage that there were only five bodies instead of six, how the sixth one got away undetected, she'll never know, but he won't make it far. People were already aware that there was an onsite orphanage within Playtime Co. but as stated before, cameras were not allowed onto the property in case they caught something that would get them into a whole heap of trouble "If I can make it out of this maze, I'll make a fortune out of these photos." he spoke as he entered the Playhouse where he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the playground with maze-like elements decorated with colorful brick walls and tunnels but it was pretty creepy exploring when there were no lights to illuminate the building, he makes sure to put the flash on before taking photos on his camera.

He takes a couple photos of the dark just to see where he is going, but when he sees the developed photo he is a little startled to see a pair of glowing eyes through the darkness that is staring right at him, he looks back in the direction he took it and takes another photo. He freaks out when the eyes are closer, so he starts walking backward while taking another with each step, he tries to listen for footsteps but can only hear his own as well as his panicked breathing. Whatever he was seeing drew closer and closer, but no matter how hard he tried to catch a glimpse of what was chasing him, he couldn't see past the flash, and through his terror, he accidentally dropped his camera. He's quick to drop to his knees and blindly search for it only to freeze when he feels a soft breeze on his face. With trembling hands, he finds his camera and takes a photo just to set the flash off and sees staring at him through the darkness was Ballade.

"How naughty~ Playtime Co. doesn't take lightly to trespassers." her hand was quick to close around his mouth before he could let out a scream and sound off the alarms, her fingers are digging into his skin as she planned to snap his neck but thinks for a bit "... hmm, the Doctor has stated that he's been wanting a live test subject. Guess you're the lucky one, congratulations." she picks up the camera and drags the poor man down to where Doctor Harley Swayer was, ignoring the confused stares from the prison guards and employees alike as she made her way to his lab while the photographer struggled against her iron-clad grip.

*KNOCK*

"What is it?" Sawyer cocked a brow when he didn't get an answer and the door was opened, usually, he'd yell at anyone who'd interrupt him but was surprised to see Ballade enter the room "My, what brings you here little dancer?" he smirks when he saw the way her body started to tremble, well, that was until he saw her drag in an unknown man.

"I caught an intruder, sir."

"And you're telling me this why?" she bounces on her feet nervously.

"You said you wanted a live test subject, so I brought him thinking you'd want to use him for your research." the man looks up at Sawyer for any sort of help only to be ignored when he lets out a sigh.

"I don't need him for anything, so you can just feed him to Yarnaby." she nods her head.

"Is Yarnaby in his cell?"

"Yes, he is. Close the door on your way out." she nods once more.

"Yes, sir." she let out a breath as she closed the door then looked back down at the man "You have no idea how lucky you are, Mister Intruder. You won't have to suffer at the hands of the Doctor and will get to die a quick death... well, that all depends if Yarnaby has been fed or not." she chuckled softly when she saw the panic flash on his face, poor man should have left when he had the chance. She's back in the prison and tells the guards to open Yarnaby's cell door and when they do she tosses the photographer inside and closes the door so he can't leave.

"Wait, no! Please, let me go! I-I swear I won't publish those photos!" she's in the observation room as she tosses the camera up and down "I don't want to die...!"

"You should have thought of that before you decided that taking pictures was worth more than your life." his body slumped when she shrugged her shoulders "Oh, Yarnaby~" she called out just as the door that kept Yarnaby contained opened up, her expression is indifferent when Yarnaby stepped out and looked up at the man curiously. This lion-like toy is rather adorable with its derpy expression and one would think he was going to play by the way he was tilting his head, that was until his face opened up to reveal his large open mouth hollowed out inside his head with rows of sharp jagged teeth along the outer rim of his mouth. The man couldn't even get a scream out when Yarnaby's mouth closed around his head, spilling his blood all over the window and killing him instantly.

Such a shame, she thought. He had quite a promising future if he had just left Playtime Co. instead of taking a few more pictures, maybe she should have let him go so he could expose the dark secrets this toy factory had but if she didn't kill him, the others surely would have.

"What a shame." she murmured before crushing the camera in her hand and looking back into the cell to see Yarnaby now aimlessly chewing on his torso, she always did find him adorable.

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(What's The) Hot Topic?

HotTopicWorker!Gyu x Fem!Reader, Strangers to Lovers(?), Suggestive! ♡ Summary: In search for a birthday gift for your friend, you stop by your local Hot Topic where you stick out like a sore thumb. A certain employee sees a pretty girl in need of his assistance, so who is Beomgyu to say no? (In which emo gyu takes a liking to the girl dressed in delicate ribbons and bows.) ♡ Warnings: Things move a little fast here, makeout with a stranger, cursing, reader gets called fem nicknames, etcccc not proofread! ♡ A/N: ty for the request! I got so motivated to write this I hopped on my pc so quick LMAO (this user loves oreo beomgyu with a passion n will do anything to write for him) so more coquette x txt !!!! lmk if u guys want me to do other members too! Hope u enjoy~

The mall was quieter than usual today. A perfect time for you to show up in your cute heeled boots and winter coat, perfectly lined with white fur and ribbons. The sound of your shoes clicking mixing in with the atmosphere of the mall. You found your way to the store you were looking for. As you stood in front you stared at your phone with furrowed eyebrows. How were you supposed to find Yeonjun’s gift again? You walked in with eyes glued to your text messages. Nirvana, yes. You wanted a Nirvana shirt for your good friend Yeonjun’s birthday. Easy right? Or maybe he wouldn’t like that? It was hard to figure out what he had and what he didn’t have in his collection. You bit your lip as you looked at the t-shirt section in the back of the dark store. You could practically feel the stare of another shopper which made your uneasiness grow. Though you couldn’t blame them, you sort of stood out like a sore thumb. Pretty pearled headband with light ribbons tied, and a purse in the same color to match. Your whole outfit screamed sweet pastels and spring while you stood next to the bloody horror movie merchandise. You sighed in relief as you saw the previously mentioned customer get helped by an employee. Yet to your luck, you were left standing waiting like a lost deer. Maybe you should’ve just ordered something online– “Hey there, has anyone helped you yet?”

You turn to see a taller figure standing by you, his black long hair chopped into a wolf cut with platinum blonde highlights to further highlight his pale skin. He was a guy your age for sure, and he had quite an eccentric appearance. Which made him even more attractive. “Hi! Um yes sorry, I do need help with something if you don’t mind? I’m looking for a gift for a friend. I don’t really have the same style so..” you trailed off, noticing how his eyes look over your figure, a tinge of pink blooming on his ears. “Sure thing. Just tell me what kind of stuff your friend likes and I can help you, pretty girl. Name’s Beomgyu.” he grinned. You felt your heart nearly stop as you choked out an “Ah! I’m y/n.. th- thanks..” and proceeded to show him Yeonjun’s list of favorite artists and demands for his birthday. “Hm. I think I have the perfect thing for him. Follow me please.” you watch him swiftly turn around as he walks deeper into the back of the store… into the employees-only room? You stood there dumbfounded, were you supposed to go in there too? Was this a normal thing for Hot Topic? You hardly came to the store but you swear the employees-only room should be for.. Well, employees only. “Don’t worry doll, you can come back here.” He chuckles as he watches your big eyes scan around nervously. You nod and walk in with him, the door closing behind you. The room was dim, a single light bulb being the only source of light for the two of you. It wasn't too large of a room, with an employee bathroom towards the end of it, a desk with a computer sitting in the corner, and tons of shelves filled with extra merchandise waiting to be set up. Beomgyu hummed as he dug through the boxes with various artists’ names labeled on them. The room was quiet and the atmosphere felt thick. You played with the ribbons on your soft coat as you waited for him to find what he was looking for. “I have a question for you. You ever visit this store?” Beomgyu asked as he dug further, you tilted your head at the question. Was he trying to say something..? “Yes.. but I’m not really a common customer..” You nervously laugh and Beomgyu stands up with a set of items in his hands. “Mhm, I figured. No offense, but you really stick out in here. That dumbass was staring at you like you were a zoo animal.” He laughed. “Though I mean that with no offense- I wouldn’t blame him. You’re a pretty girl y’know?” He smiled as he handed you the merch in his hands. Your face flushed at the compliment. “Ah, thank you. You’re really kind.” You smile. Neither of you move. You’re looking at the floor, you really want to say something more. Ask him for his number, tell him he’s attractive as hell, or that you want to just stay in here a little longer. Alone with him. Suddenly, you feel a hand stroke a strand of your hair. You look up to see Beomgyu admiring your soft locks with gentle eyes. “Such a pretty girl.. You have a boyfriend?” He tilts his head, lips forming a smirk with tongue in cheek. You could almost pass out. Your eyes were locked on Beomgyu’s expression, his face scanning yours as he waited for your response. You could tell he was taking his time analyzing your features. You felt yourself shudder under his intense stare, you shook your head. “No actually.. I don’t..” Beomgyu’s smile widened. “Really? An angel like you? Surely I’m not your type though, someone like me with a angel like you?” “Well..” You looked away, staring at Yeonjun’s present that was still in your hands. He did have a point. You were just a sweet little thing, dressed in bows and frills, while Beomgyu wore ripped jeans and dark shirts with multiple band pins, all while sporting multiple bandaids from his skating endeavors. “I could say the same about you…Beomgyu.” His name sounded like candy coming from your glossy pink lips. He just had to hear you say it more. Beomgyu decides he’s had enough and closes the gap between you, pulling you in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, leaving you craving for more. His hands snake their way around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer. You find yourself tilting your head, deepening the kiss and he groans at the feeling of you pressing yourself against him. “Wanna hear you say my name..” he mumbles against your lips and your mind is growing fuzzy. “B- Beomgyu..” you whisper and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth the second you say his name. You spend minutes like this, his hands roaming your warm and soft coat, your fingers tracing the choker on his neck. Yeonjun’s gifts long forgotten on the ground. When you both finally separate for air, Beomgyu presses his forehead against yours, admiring the way your eyes have darkened, pretty lashes glistening in the dim room’s light. “I get off in an hour babydoll. You want my number?” You find yourself nodding profusely and he smirks. “I’ll see you when I get off then.” “Promise?” You tilt your head cutely, voice soft and sweet like cotton candy, and he feels himself drawn more to you by the second. You separate from each other's arms and he helps you pick up your items. After all, you still had to head to check out. “I prom-” The door swings open as Beomgyu’s coworker walks in. “Beomgyu! What are you doing? There’s like two customers out there and- oh what-” The slightly taller male who’s nametag read Soobin tilts his head in confusion. His brows knit together as he sees your slightly disheveled hair and Beomgyu’s face smeared in your pink lipgloss. “Oh my- get the fuck out of here! Jesus man, it makes sense for Taehyun to pull something like this but you?” he groans as Beomgyu’s shit-eating grin moves him to the side, walking out with your wrist in his hand, guiding you to the counter to pay.

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HOW TO: Dress like a real life Blythe doll 🐭

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with their long lashes and frilly fits — who wouldn’t want to look like a blythe doll? with this short guide, featuring a moodboard and example outfits crafted by yours truly, you too can become a real life blythe doll!

first off — what are blythe dolls, and where did they come from?

popularised by japanese company Takara in 2001 (after a short release in the 70s for one year only in the united states), Blythe is a fashion doll — in her full form having a head the size of a grapefruit, large eyes that can change colour with the pull of a string, standing at 11 inches tall.

still being produced to this day, Blythe generated a community of hobbyists who share their posed dolls online, wearing different outfits often crafted at home. online stores selling Blythe doll outfits and accessories have sprung up over the years — and in recent years have become a staple motif of ‘girly-girl’ / Pinterest-loving individuals. in the year 2025, personalised Blythe dolls (ones that look like their owner or owners significant other) are popular and sought after, as are Blythe profile pictures on social media platforms, using the fashion dolls to represent themselves and their own appearance.

in 2025, a tiktok trend sprung up showcasing those creating online images of Blythe dolls based on pictures of online posters, in order to fathom a concept of a personalised Blythe doll without the actual work… however, as you might imagine, these images were created with ai. they looked off-putting, and rather sloppy, and if it isn’t clear — cupcakeonline does not support the use of generative ai! yuck!

okay, so what does it mean to look like a real life Blythe doll?

there are lots of different ways to achieve a Blythe doll appearance. to make this simple, based off my moodboard — i’ll separate it into some key terms. pea coats, polkadots, tights, dresses, hair and makeup.

peacoats?

yes, peacoats are the perfect topper for a Blythe doll inspired look on a colder day, or perhaps through winter. something about the big buttons, flared silhouette and dainty collar just give off the most doll-like shape, especially as this type of coat is seen on many of the dolls, whether they’re custom made or store bought. the cutest way to style a peacoat would be with a pair of shorts, tights, maryjanes and a girly blouse beneath. feel free to accessorise as you see fit!

polka dots?

whether you choose to care about what’s ‘trending’ or not — polkadots have a timeless, effortless, quirky cuteness to them that make for the perfect Blythe doll staple. there’s something very ‘twee’ about the way the fashion dolls are tend to be dressed, and it seems polkadots are a great way to honour that in a way that’s wearable and not out dated.

tights/stockings?

so, we don’t all have ball-joints for knees or have perfectly smooth legs — luckily, to achieve the Blythe-like appearance, you don’t need to. whilst the fashion dolls are often seen to be styled in tights, sporting a wintery/fall-like closet — monochrome tights can be used to create a faux doll like appearance. white or black tights help smooth things out, but polkadot or coloured tights can add to the twee-inspired look that is so popular among the dolls. paired with mary-janes, this combination is super adorable — but with boots, leg-warmers and a skirt you might just be mistaken for Blythe herself!

dresses?

more times than not, blythes are styled in dresses of different varieties to showcase their cutesy fashion taste. as seen in the example image, a simple anglaise broderie dress welcomes a spring / summer style look, paired with a simple cardigan to look super adorable! vintage night-gown style dresses are also popular, as well as a more 60s style shape. frills, tiers and ribbons are always welcome to make you look fresh out the box!

hair and makeup?

so, the best thing about blythe dolls (specifically custom made dolls!) is that they are so diverse. there’s a doll for everyone, no matter the skin colour or hair type. as there are so many routes to go down, i have provided a moodboard of hair and makeup looks that i think are perfectly suited for a doll. aspects to note: bangs are seen on many dolls whether they’re straight down, clipped to the side, or a side bang, as are fluffy curls. matte, doll-like skin paired with a monochromatic eye look and a flushed lip. heavy doll-like lashes are a must! glasses are the cutest accessory to buy for your doll — so don’t forget to wear yours if you need them!

that being said, here are some outfits i crafted myself — more specifically, how i’d style someone who wants to dress like a real life Blythe doll!

thank you for reading my short guide! this was my first of many, and i look forward to creating more. if you liked this — please like & reblog as i am just getting started, and feel free to hit my inbox with requests for what you’d like to see next!

xoxo, cupcakeonline

[eternal-love]

hey girly! i feel like you've been writing a lot of angsty fics lately. so i've decided to give you a fluffy request!

maybe you can write a fic, it can be austin or austin!elvis, and reader and him are celebrating their marriage anniversary!

love u much, ur amazing! 💝💐

VENUS

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!reader

Summary: You weren’t able to celebrate your anniversary but a year later, Elvis makes up for that.

Warning: just the colonel

Note: I’m a whore for 60s!elvis do this is obviously set in the 60’s. I know it’s short but I really liked it, I hope that my girl likes it too! Love ya, girl!!! @ilovereadingfanfics

I’m so sick too, like omg. But this is what my sickness allowed me to write.

The last year had been rough, too many movies, albums, everything going on with the colonel, you didn’t get the chance to celebrate your first wedding anniversary.

But now, March 1967, you were in Palm Springs, finally resting.

“My favorite woman.” Elvis’ voice rang through your ears, his accent like honey. You smiled at him, he sat on a chair by your side and patted his very own lap. “C’mere, satnin.”

You obeyed, walking over and sitting on his lap. Your arms around his neck.

“Do the guys need to be here for our anniversary?” You asked. Look, he brought not only the Memphis Mafia but his father and his grandmother.

You had expected a romantic getaway, private, so that you two could get— comfortably intimate.

“You know that I like to included ‘em on everything, baby.” Elvis purred, he didn’t like it when you wanted to talk bad about his friends. Or the fact that they were always there.

“I know.” You tried to convince yourself that you enjoyed their presence. That it didn’t bother you. But it did, it always did. You wanted your husband for yourself, not being interrupted by a man every five minutes.

“Just get all dolled up for tonight. Tease your hair to the high heavens. Wear them pretty lashes.” Elvis rubbed your cheek, you felt the cold of his rings against your skin.

You, of course, listened to what he said and got dressed up the way he liked you. With the big black hair, the bold eye look. The pretty matching outfit.

You knew he was wearing a baby blue turtleneck so you opted to wear a baby blue shift dress.

“A bit tight, isn’t it?” Elvis spoke from the doorframe, making you startle.

“Elvis!” You said, both against him scaring you and making that comment.

“It’s the truth, satnin. Ya are packing up…” Elvis crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“I know.” You huffed, the dress still fit but it wasn’t as loose as it was supposed to be.

“Imagine how gorgeous you would look pregnant, satnin.” Elvis wrapped his arms around you, oh, he adored you. “But all of this, is thanks to Mary’s food. Ain’t it?”

“I suppose is true.” You sighed. “E, I wanted to talk to ya about sumthin’-“

“Ah. They’re waitin’ down the hall. C’mon, I have sumthin’ for ya too.” He interrupted you. You nodded and looked at yourself one last time.

As you walked behind him, everyone was gathered in the living room. Clapping and cheering you both. But your whole focus was on your man, on Elvis. And how attractive he looked.

You say by his side as everyone moved around, Jerry pulled out his video camera and started recording.

“See, now this…” Elvis pulled a box from beneath the cushion. You opened it and it was a bracelet, it had Elvis’ name carved in it. “So that everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Elvis, I think everyone knows that.” You joked as you kindly accepted the thoughtful anniversary gift. “But I love it.”

He helped you put it on, you turned to look at Jerry, who was recording, and you proudly showed off not only your brand new gold bracelet, but your hug wedding ring. Also pulling Elvis’ hand so that he showed his too, you were proud of being Elvis’ wife.

He chose you!

“An anniversary gift for my boy and his wife.” The colonel said, he was a horrid distaste for you. You took too much time and attention, when in reality, it was viceversa.

He took your Elvis from you all the time. Always working like a damn mule. Like a slave on a mine. But you couldn’t say anything about it, it was men’s business as Elvis called it.

“It’s a beautiful trophy, colonel. I appreciate it.” You smiled, it had ‘happy one year!’ Engraved on a golden plate. Elvis held it proudly on his big hands, his smile cheekier than ever.

“Look at that, satnin. One year, one damn year. Imagine how the the tenth one will look.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck. Jerry made sure to keep that on video tape. “Goin’ strong!” He made sure to extend your hand, this time he wanted to show you off, you were his, his bride, his love, his satnin.

You felt proud, a year anniversary ain’t something easy.

“When are ya gonna start popping out babies?” Elvis’s grandmother said. Obviously joking, but everything Dodger said held some truth to it.

You didn’t know if you say it or not. But everyone stared at you, as if they were actually expecting an answer, hell, even Elvis got flabbergasted.

“Pretty soon, actually. Right now I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, maybe it was that you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

There was a silence between everyone on the living room, until Elvis hugged you tightly.

“So there’s where those extra pounds come from.” He said excitedly. “I’m gonna be a daddy! Ya hear that, daddy? You’re gonna be a white-haired grand daddy!”

You smiled excitedly as he kissed your cheek over and over, his hand on your jaw.

“We’re gonna be parents.” You smiled, chuckling too.

“Ya hear that? Another little thing will be mine forever. Ain’t it? A little girl! Imma spoil her rotten. Imma buy her the best damn nursery Memphis has seen. Daddy, colonel. Make sure to buy the best of the best for my baby.”

Elvis was so excited. She hoped that the baby would look like you. But also like him. With sunlight in their hair, stars in their eyes, the brightest smile, cute little laugh. And he wanted a girl. A girl would be perfect.

He prayed to Venus, to god, to whoever was listening, that the baby had all the charms of you and him, that could chuckled and giggle whenever he hugged them or kissed their chubby cheeks.

It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

“I’ll give ‘em all the love that I can give while I live, satnin, I promise you that.” Elvis whispered to you that night, his hand never leaving your stomach.

Make my wish come true.

[huffelpuff210]

Only mine Part 2 Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Only Mine Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Steve looked everywhere at this party, but found you no where, He decided to give up his search coming home disappointed and empty handed, The next day was spring break everyone leaving for home, or going on some sort of vacation, Steve was walking toward the coffee shop you frequented when he seen your room mate leaving the dorm, listening to the conversation. 

“You sure y/n? I feel bad leaving you when you are battling a terrible cold.” She says holding the phone to her ear as she opens her car door throwing some of her stuff in the back of the car, 

“Fine but if you get any worse see a doctor I would hate for you to die on me while I’m on vacation.” She chuckles getting in the car and starting it, 

Steve grew concerned He looks at the dorm, He knew which dorm room was yours following you home a few nights ago, He knew this was his chance, tonight was when everyone was gone, and you were alone, He decided he would come back then, He already had the key to your dorm, All he had to do was take it from the office, He smirked knowing tonight was when he was going to get his girl. 

You sat on the couch covered in a blanket, a tissue box on the nearby end table, you were too tired to even make yourself any sort of food, You were pretty sure you had the flu, You barley had any energy to even go to the bathroom, Your cough hurt extremely bad, You thought you were dying too tired to even move off the couch, the show you were watching you were barely paying attention, 

You take some of the medicine to help you can feel yourself getting tired as your heavy eyelids slowly flutter shut, 

The sound of your door shutting echoed in your ears but you could not bring yourself to open your eyes you just assumed that it was just Jessica coming back for something, but soon you felt someone stroke your cheek. 

Steve slowly made his way through your dorm room finding you fast asleep on the couch, he rampaged through your dresser grabbing some of your clothes putting them in a bag, He walked over to you stroking your cheek with his knuckles, 

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll take care of you..” He whispered 

Scooping you up in his arms. carrying you out of your dorm, 

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, and You notice you are no longer on the couch in your dorm, You slowly sit up and notice the room was massive, the bed was huge, the room looked modern with gray walls, the sheets and bedding were white, the bed frame was a thick wood with bed posts, 

The door opens revealing Professor Rogers with a tray of soup and a glass of orange juice. you were extremely confused.

“Professor?” Your voice comes out raspy 

“Please doll, call me Steve since we’re going to be spending some time together.” He says 

He sets the tray on the top of a dresser, that looks like it was carved from a tree, 

He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling your forehead, his hand cold to the touch, 

“Still have a fever, I guess that’s what happens when you have no one to take care of you,” He says with a smile tucking some of your hair behind your ear. 

You were confused, 

“How did I get here?” You asked trying to get out of bed but he pushed you down 

“I brought you here and you need to stay in bed.” He says 

“Professor I need to get back home.” You say trying to get out of bed again But he quickly pushes you down again. But this time anger fills his eyes and he has you pinned down by your throat, 

“You are going to listen to me doll or there are going to be consequences.” He says 

You look up at him in horror, he is your professor, he was said to be a good guy retired hero, why was he doing this to you what had you done to be treated this way you didn’t understand it, 

“Do you understand?’ He asked glaring down at you 

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod slowly, 

He smiled liking your answer 

“That’s my good girl.” He says 

You knew you couldn’t over power him, He was far stronger and bigger than you, 

You were a petite thing, your dad and brothers always teased you for it, but you never really cared about it until now, he grabs the bowl of soup feeding you the soup, you ate most of it until you told him you were full, He handed you the Orange juice, you drank half a glass, until you started feeling drowsy your vision blurry, 

“Get some rest doll, once you are better we will go over a few rules.” He says smiling down at you, you could barley lift your limbs, Steve lifted your legs putting them under the blankets, Kissing your forehead your heavy eyelids slowly fluttering shut, 

Steve watched as you tried fighting sleep, but eventually gave in, He smiled at the thought of having you all to himself, all he had to do was rough you up a bit and you submitted to him, He knew you would be perfect for him, 

He also knew you didn’t need to go to school anymore, He was going to take care of you, but being a few months shy of graduating he figured he would humor your family, knowing how a military family worked, he was going to have to humor them and let you at least graduate, that way he wouldn’t run into any problems, but after that, you were going to be his perfect wife weather you wanted that or not, and sure he was a bit older than you, but he didn’t care, you were perfect, it was hard to find a girl like you in this day and age and he sure as hell wasn’t about to let you go.

[huellitaa]

bee's 2024 favourites 🎀

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 music!

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ singers & bands

tomorrow x together

avril lavigne

pinkpantheress

chappell roan

millionares

pierce the veil

nirvana

girls generation

amy winehouse

megan thee stallion

tommy february6

gwen stefani

kali uchis

charli xcx

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ albums

strawberry cream soda pop daydream, tommy february6

bling bling bling, millionares

the best damn thing, avril lavigne

tomorrow, tomorrow x together

eternal sunshine, ariana grande

boa, megan thee stallion

nevermind, nirvana

a brief inquiry into online relationships, the 1975

brat, charli xcx

big juicy, ayesha erotica

bleach, nirvana

sanctuary, tomorrow x together

⭐️𓂃 ࣪˖ songs

candyman, christina aguilera

lonely boy, tomorrow x together

eternal sunshine, ariana grande

cherry, lana del rey

beaches, beabadoobee

worthy, megan thee stallion

lottery, kali uchis

hands up!, 6arelyhuman

good luck, babe!, chappell roan

tinnitus, tomorrow x together

supernatural, ariana grande

obsessed, mariah carey

lucky girl syndrome, illit

its not living if its not with you, the 1975

ordinary things, ariana grande

cool, gwen stefani

i like money, millionares

tears dry on their own, amy winehouse

its a wrap, mariah carey

bet u wanna, sabrina carpenter

love, lana del rey

imperfect for you, ariana grande

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 beauty!

🍭𓂃 ࣪˖ bodycare

imperial leather, mallow and rose body wash (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

garnier rice water & starch hair mask ♡

barrym pink grapefruit lip scrub

beauty of joseon glow serum ♡

skinny dip london creamy vanilla sugar body scrub ♡ (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ makeup

no.7 shimmer face palette (highlighter, blush, etc.)

MUA metamorphosis lip & cheek oil (og extra) (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

maybelline new york, the colossal (mascara)

barrym "thats swell!" lip plumper

rimmel london sculpting palette (002 coral) (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

rimmel london maxi blush ♡

charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath kit

charlotte tilbury pillow talk lip lustre (🎀🗒 note: my autumn / winter signature ♡)

⭐️𓂃 ࣪˖ scents

miss dior, blooming bouquet ♡

sweet tooth, sabrina carpenter

jimmy choo, rose passion (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures! ♡)

victoria's secret, bare vanilla (🎀🗒 note: my autumn / winter signature ♡)

avon, far away ♡ (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

so, strawberry frappe (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

so, flower bloom (🎀🗒 note: my spring signature ♡)

👛𓂃 ࣪˖ clothing

leg warmers ♡

low cut long sleeves

long coats ♡

subtle lace and frill accents ♡

tiered skirts

glitzy belts

dangly earrings

beaded jewelry

lots of accessories! ♡

long scarves (🎀🗒 note: my winter /autumn signature ♡)

hairclips hairclips hairclips ♡

flared, low waisted jeans

plaid halter tops (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 entertainment!

🍬𓂃 ࣪˖ tv shows and series

my little pony!!!!!!!!♡

rick and morty

strawberry shortcake

gilmore girls♡

monster high

inside job♡

true beauty

kimi ni todoke

gossip girl

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ movies

princess diaries

legally blonde♡

kiki's delivery service

arrietty♡

princess and the frog♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ video games

the witcher 3♡

kirby's return to dreamland♡

animal crossing: new horizons

infinity nikki���

sky: children of the light

wuthering waves

legend of zelda, tears of the kingdom

honkai star rail♡

genshin impact

project sekai♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 misc.!

🍮𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite trinkets

my melody tea party series figure blind box ♡

all the little sanrio trinkets i got from my advent calendar!

sylvanian family baking baby party series blind bag ♡

lalaloopsy sew magical! sew cute! pink button doll

lalaloopsy minis limited edition golden princess figure (🎀🗒 note: i dont remember the series name😭)

my melody afternoon tea series figure blind box ♡

funko pop! my melody lolita limited edition figurine ♡

lalaloopsy sew magical! sew cute! pink button doll mouse

🐧𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite plushies

👛𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite cds

the best damn thing avril lavigne cd ♡

live through this 1994 hole cd ♡

formula of love twice cd

tomorrow ethereal txt cd ♡

this is how tomorrow moves bea cd

norman fucking rockwell lana del rey cd

all my love, and happy new year! 🎆🎀🫶🏻💗

[aceswritingcorner]

Cheating, house husband! dabi, mutual cheating, compress being a flirt.

Wc: 614 words

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House Husband! Dabi who’s the definition of toxic. He’s a pretty trophy husband.

House Husband! Dabiwho gets upset when his pretty little partner doesn’t cook and clean up after coming home from work like he expects. You just worked a long day and now coming home to a mess.

Dishes in the sink, laundry piling up by the washing machine. A burned out wick from the candle that was lit last night, wax all melted onto the coffee table. That was going to have to be scraped off-

“Dabi?”

Lewd noises were coming from the bedroom, platform boots tossed aside from your husband, bed creaking from whatever movement was on top of the old box spring and mattress. He was doing something again-

“Dabi?” You tried again, calling out the name of the man that you married. It wasn’t a nice life, god it wasn’t easy either, but at least there was someone that you could share a bed with. Even if you had to take control of the household chores.. and handling your job.

“What the hell do you want, doll? Why aren’t those done?” His gruff voice speaks up as he walks into the rancid apartment. “I’m busy right now, go get your shit done.” The box spring squeaking with every movement that he makes, pornographic moans coming from whatever girl he picked up from off the streets. This was just to be expected by now, he was just a pretty trophy husband, if that.

..There wasn’t much else to say when it came down to Dabi.

But maybe something fair would make things better. The door shutting behind you as the moans become silenced once more, Dabi’s unenthusiastic grunts leaving him. Maybe finding some random guy to fuck would make you feel better…

“What is a lovely face like yours doing looking so solemn, darling?” A man spoke up, adorned in an oddly fitted suit. A white mask covering his face completely. “Someone as lovely as you does not deserve to frown, darling. Perhaps I might be of assistance to help give a performance if that would bring your mood back up?”

You glanced at the man, swallowing thinly before looking around. No one else was one the street… Wasn’t this the same guy that Dabi worked with? What was his name?..

“I- I’m sorry… who are you?”

“Oh- my apologies, my dear. I go by the name of Compress, but you may call me Atsuhiro.” The masked man spoke, offering a gloved hand. “Perhaps I can provide some company for the night, it is a shame that you are alone.”

…were you alone?

Dabi was at home.. but it wasn’t you in that bed. Sure- hell, anytime you did share a bed with him it ended in something amazing but- it wasn’t fair, was it? To work and come back… back to your husband. Back to him fucking someone else…

Maybe it was time to get a little revenge against him.

-

You didn’t know how it got to this-

Finding refuge in his arms, your steps matching his as his arms wrap around your waist. Passing breaths escaping as you break away from his lips for a small moment before chasing after him again. Mask pulled up from his face, the stupid black cover curling around your fingers as you desperately tugged it up to see the man’s face.

“Please.”

Atsuhiro lifted an eyebrow, a soft chuckle leaving him as he helps lift the covering away from his face before looking at you, lifting you up into his arms.

“Don’t worry, darling, I promise to take care of you properly. Just how you deserve to be treated, mi amor.”

[jonathansims-answers]

[Statement #0051716]

[Statement of Lucille Chastall regarding a stuffed toy she had been given for Christmas in 1998.]

Do you remember the weird Furby craze in the 90’s? Right near the butt-end of them, these stupid little toy owl-cat-things were as popular as sliced bread. Everyone at school had one or two, and of course, my stupid second grade self begged my parents to get me one for Christmas.

Now I’ll be honest with you, we weren’t exactly wealthy when I was a little girl. Dad worked two jobs and mom tried to scrape up some cash by doing cleaning jobs in town. Me and my siblings almost never got clothes brand new, it was either a thrift-store find or a hand-me-down, so it wasn’t really a surprise when instead of the Furby I begged my parents for, it was some weird knockoff toy.

You could hardly call it a knockoff, it looked nothing like a Furby. It was some odd combination of a cat… and maybe a bear? Either way, the thing was creepy. It had a little clown mask and a ruffle around its neck with pompoms that always felt like they were about to fall off. The design didn’t make much sense, it had these articulated hands instead of the plush material for the rest of its body, but I was grateful either way. In all honesty, I had no clue what a Furby actually looked like, so it wasn’t exactly hard to fool me.

I remember the box pretty vividly. It seemed to clash so much with the colors inside, it was a bright blue with pink and rainbows all over it… I think the doll was part of a series, but the only name I could find on it was “Honk.” The box promised that this so-called Honk would be my “new best friend,” and I was a dumb kid, so I didn’t think too much about it.

To say that I loved that toy would be an understatement. It’s hard to explain, but it felt… alive? Maybe alive isn’t the right word, aware might be a better description. I played with Honk a lot, I was a stereotypical tea parties and ballet class kind of kid and I loved how I could actually make Honk hold the little teacups and how it would sometimes stand up on its own when you held it still for a few seconds. Maybe it was weighted in the feet or something.

My brothers always made fun of me for playing with it, calling it creepy and stinky and I won’t lie, the thing was unnerving to look at for too long. But when they started to hide Honk, that’s when weird stuff would happen.

I’m not saying that this was inherently supernatural, but every morning after I spent the night crying myself to sleep over losing my “New best friend,” I woke up either with Honk on my nightstand or in my arms. Maybe one of my brothers felt bad for hiding it, maybe my mom or my dad brought it back to me, but it never left my side for long.

It was around that time that mom got really nit-picky about the cleaning. She’d come home in a huff and immediately start scrubbing the counters and the floors like she was trying to turn them into mirrors or something, and she’d get after us for walking on the tile even when we needed to get a drink or something along those lines. Dad tried to ignore it by throwing himself into his work, he barely came home anymore, but I didn’t really care much. My brothers made sure I ate and got to school on time, but I usually stayed in my room with my toys, especially with Honk.

Once spring rolled around, mom got especially tyrannical with her cleaning. Ants somehow managed to get into the house, mom accused all of us of leaving out food or spilling a drink and not cleaning it up, but we barely ate in the house anymore. The awful crawling things swarmed around the electrical outlets and tried to burrow into the fridge and freezer, but they never came in my room. It was my little safe haven from all of the Hell outside.

In April, dad didn’t even come home from work. Mom had started losing weight and the skin on her hands was so dry you could strike a match on it. The sound of sweeping or vacuuming or scrubbing never stopped. She didn’t sleep. She didn’t eat. My oldest brother had stepped in for both my mom and my dad, he took care of us instead and… I didn’t really care. I hate to say it, but I didn’t.

I had my room and my imagination and my Honk. Nothing else really mattered to me.

By the time summer break started, Dad had been found dead at his desk at work. They say he had a blood clot issue or something, but I think he just worked himself until he dropped like a diseased horse. A week later, mom passed away after not drinking any water for who knows how long. They said she couldn’t be uncurled from her scrubbing position when they took her away to be cremated. We moved in with our grandparents after that, and my Honk doll got lost in the move.

My grandparents won’t talk about what happened to mom or dad. Nothing weird like that happened again after I lost Honk, and it finally dawned on me how awful things had gotten. I’d lost some weight, too. My legs had some issues from me sitting on my floor all day playing, and it took a long while for me to get them working again. I don’t know what exactly happened to my parents or where they got that doll, but ever since I lost it, I feel… empty, I suppose. I wasn’t able to make friends at school and my brothers didn’t seem to want to talk to me much anymore. They still don’t. But maybe that’s a good thing.

I miss my best friend quite a lot. I sometimes peek in thrift stores or check yard sales to see if maybe, just maybe Honk fell into someone else’s hands, but I know that’s stupid. Still, it keeps me motivated to work hard…

Someday I’ll find it again. I don’t care how long it takes.

[Statement Ends.]

This statement was one from the Archive itself. I found it behind some old cabinet. Somehow managed to have slipped behind it. Normally I don't take interest in these statements. Old haunting stories of a doll that moves on its own. It's a tale as old as time itself. Most of the time fake. However, this one struck me as intriguing. I am fairly certain Sasha had told me once about a strange doll inside the artefact storage. She did inventory one day and noted that it was gone. Tim would joke that it went to find a child to play with.

I shall try to see what I can do. But it seems we may need to find that thing before it finds someone else.

Signed, J. Sims.

Headarchivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[xanzforl0ve]

the hell ya doin doll

You were lying down in your bed until you heard negans bat bang on your door

   “Doll open this fucking door” Before you could open the door he let himself in. 

He looked at you in your tank top and pretty pink panties he laughed very faintly as he put his bat down and took off his black leather jacket. “Now, for not coming to my room as I told you to I'm gonna have to  punish you, y/n” 

   You looked up at him forgetting he told you to come to his room after duty.

     “I'm sorry” you say. Negan slips his arm on your back 

   “What was that doll?” he said with a shit-eating smirk on his face 

   “Im sorry sir” with a frown 

    “Good girl”  he picks you and places you on the bed pulls your pink panties off and sees that you sopping for him. He places his rough padded thumb on your aching cunt and started to go in circle motions leaving you to be a moaning mess. He unbuckles his belt and slid down his pants and boxed and you watched his length spring out on ur thigh. “be a good girl and be quiet for me” putting his length between your folds before noticing he forced his length into you, you tried to moan before he put his finger in ur mouth to silence you. As he was pounding you he was groaning making your walls tighten around his big cock. “You are so fucking tight y/n, youre being such a good girl for me” as he said that you felt a knot in ur stomach and felt the orgasm come on and your sight went white as you squirted on his length. “Im so close doll” Smacking your perky titties as you giggle. You feel him cum in you and he falls down right next to you and he puts his fingers in your mouth and gets up and grabs a towel and cleans you up 

 “My good girl” he says, he gets up and puts back on his clothes and comes over to ur naked body and gives you a heart hickey on ur thigh, smacking your thigh and came up to ur face and kissed ur face, forehead, cheek. “My good girl, you do that again doll you will get it even worse” he leaves ur room with a smile on his face. 

[bellacardoza16]

I am joining @lady-phasma who created this fun prompt for fangtober 2024!

Day 19: hypnosis.

Santiago X female!reader X Thèâtre des vampires.

Summary: Reader is an actress that was turned by Santiago and the rest of The Thèâtre des Vampires. Later on, Santiago decides to take matters into their own hands by messing with them.

As you slammed the coffin tight, Armand knew that you were angry and took it as a sign not to bother you but Santiago and the other vampires had more plans in mind.

*time skip*

As Armand gave you permission to blow off steam, you spring up from your coffin, got dressed and decided to hunt on your own while Santiago, Eglee, Gustave, Sam, Tuan, and Quang Pham were watching from a dark alley way.

“Maître, are you sure about this?” Gustave asked in concern as the others were watching from afar.

“Yes Gustave. I’m confident because while all of you can play with (Y/N), I can later have them all to myself.” Santiago snorted as he was telling everyone his plans to hypnotize (Y/N).

*time skip*

“Excuse me Madame, you can’t go in there.” You warned as you were getting ready to sharpen your claws when all of a sudden the old lady revealed herself to be Eglee using her Glamouring abilities.

“Surprise!” Eglee grinned evilly as she signaled for Gustave to come out of the shadows and to carry you back into the theater.

“Hey let go of me, what are you doing!?” You yelled as you were brought back to Santiago’s quarters.

“Bonsoir mon amour! Did you miss me? I sure missed you!” Santiago grinned theatrically as he strutted towards you.

“Santiago what do you and your minions want?” You asked as you weren’t in the mood for any games.

“Tsk, tsk, watch your tongue mon ami, we’re just trying to help you!” Santiago scolded playfully as he was getting a kick out of seeing be scared.

“Yeah right, I rather throw myself into the seine!” You scoffed as Gustave was tying your hands behind your back.

All of a sudden you felt Santiago mutter a spell and you found yourself trapped underneath his iron fist.

“No, let go of me!” You grunted as you were trying not to fall under his spell.

“Just give in, don’t fight it, You know you want to.” Santiago purred as his claws were tracing your jawline and your lips.

“No, please, I-,” you begged as your eyes started to get heavy.

“As I remove the ropes, you will not say a word unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?” Santiago asked as you stared at him.

“Yes.” You sighed heavily.

“Yes what?” Santiago asked as he grinned toothily.

“Yes Maître.” You replied as the lights in the room were touching your entire body.

“Good girl.” Santiago purred in an almost dream like tone as he used his cat like nails to play with strands of your long (H/C) hair.

“Sit up please.” Santiago said as you later sat up from the table.

“Now (Y/N), ever since your outburst yesterday you really hurt my feelings along with the other coven members and that made us very sad.” Santiago sighed theatrically as he feigned sadness.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl maître.” You said in a sad tone until Santiago caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Apology accepted (Y/N). I knew you would come around!” Santiago smiled toothily as he later nipped at your chin seductively.

Later on, Santiago decided to carry you like a rag-doll to the auditorium of the vampires where you met up with the other members of the coven like Gustave, Celeste, Sam, Estelle, Eglee, Planche, Basilic, Merd’em, Romaine, Luchenbaum, Tuan, and Quang Pham.

“You know ma Cherie, me and the others have been thinking that it’s time for you to get a starring role in our new play!” Santiago grinned maniacally as Gustave and Sam Carried a box onto the stage and as they opened the box it was revealed to be a ballerina costume with wrist ribbons and puffy sleeves.

“You’ll be playing our beautiful ballerina doll and I will be playing the dashing toy soldier!” Santiago declared as Estelle later placed your tiara on your head.

“Don’t you like it?” Santiago asked as he and the rest of the coven glared at you looking for answers.

As you stood there entranced, you opened your mouth and revealed your answer.

“Yes master, I love my role, and I am very grateful.” You declared emotionlessly as you bowed your head to him.

“That’s my girl, Now smile for me and the coven who are being so kind to you.” Santiago said as you smiled at him and the other vampires as you were under his influence.

*time skip*

“Oh please Monsieur soldier, save me from the evil fairy Queen!” You screamed theatrically as Estelle in a black dress with wings and chasing you around on the stage..

“Never fear dear! I will kill the dark fairy and save you from her wrath!” Santiago declared in a deep voice as he got his prop gun as Estelle pretended to fall from the stage to the ground as dark clouds were projected onto the screen.

Later on, Santiago ripped off your tutu and lead you in a twisted waltz as you proceeded to throw yourself at him under his influence. As the show ended, Santiago decided to unleash you from his hypnosis and bite you on the neck as you gasped in surprise.

“Hello my ballerina.” He drawled seductively.

“W-what am I wearing?” You asked as you saw that your face was painted white with big eyelashes.

“My dear, you just made your debut on the stage of the Thèâtre des vampires!” Santiago declared as he kissed you deeply.

“Did you hypnotize me?” You asked as you saw how he was kissing your hand and caressing your eyes with his thumbs.

“Yes and It will be the only thing that I can use to make you do the things that I want, unless you give into my commands.” Santiago drawled as he removed your bun and let your hair fall down to your back.

“Okay I accept.” You muttered.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” Santiago asked theatrically.

“I ACCEPT!” You shouted as he was clearly satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl.” Santiago said as he gave you a kiss on the cheek as you were later left on your own.

[doumekiss]

Hello ^_^

My book of short stories is finally published in english (I decided to do it today to already start the year with a small accomplishment for the list) 

I also mentioned in the acknowledgements of the book, but thank you again to @lilybarthes @eroshiyda @desperatepleasures and @rextrinsic for the help with the translation to english.

Below I'll be putting the first short story of the book for you guys to check out and see if it's your cup of tea.

The Doll and Her Girl 

This is a love story.

Some may say otherwise but pay no attention to them, pay attention to me, as my sweet Julia did.

Love had not been kind to me up until this point. I had a few owners before my Julia, girls who seemed nice at first, who brushed my hair and admired the beauty of the porcelain that formed my body and the delicacy of my clothes and hat. But who in the end proved themselves to be the opposite and ended up breaking my heart. And putting me in a position that forced me to break their hearts, too.

For my Julia, finding me was a discovery, but for me it was a rescue. 

A nosy old woman had found a way to trap me, to leave me in the darkness with nothing but my memories for company. 

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, only enough to know that the nosy old hag was dead and her evil spells long forgotten. My girl opened the box by breaking the seal on the outside, and from that moment on I was hers. And only hers forever.

She took me in her arms, and held me as if I were a baby. She showed me the house I already knew, telling me how she and her mother had just moved there to be closer to her grandmother who was sick. 

She called me Olivia. That wasn't the name I had before, but I didn't mind. A new name seemed like something that could be good, it meant a new beginning, a new life — and I definitely needed one of those. 

She took me to her room and served me water, pretending it was tea in a small cup. She combed my hair, untangling the strands with a gentleness that had so rarely been shown to me. 

Brushing off the dust, she told me that she had never seen a porcelain doll with brown eyes and brown hair like hers, that they were almost always blonde-haired and blue-eyed. And Julia took one of the dresses from another doll and put it on me, saying that since I was the prettiest of the dolls I deserved the prettiest dress.

The other times I had been more cautious, waited a little longer. But something made me trust her even on that first day, so I gently sent my thoughts in her direction, letting her know that there really was someone there, someone listening. 

She could have screamed, as others had done in the past, but instead she smiled. 

It would have been a perfect moment if her mother hadn't walked in at that instant and said: 

"Where did you find that thing?" 

The thing she was referring to was quite obviously me. Can you blame me for not liking the woman? 

"In the attic." 

"You shouldn't have gone up there alone. I haven't had time to clean it yet; there might be rats." 

"I didn't see any rats." 

And it should have ended like that, but she kept talking and talking and talking, and every word made my little girl feel worse, and that horrible woman didn't seem to care. 

And even after she left, my Julia continued to feel sad. 

That night she put me on her bedside table before falling asleep, and I watched her until she woke up again. 

For a week my days were heaven on earth, with her spending every waking hour and sleeping beside me. She would take me to the dinner table and to watch movies in front of the television in the living room. We would play and sometimes I would let my thoughts go to her, and I would tell her things about my past, the cruelties and indignities that this life had made me suffer, and I would tell her how grateful I felt for her, for that spring in my soul after such a long hard winter.

But school started and Julia's mother wouldn't let her take me with her. 

We were apart for just a few hours, but I had become so unaccustomed to being alone. In just the first few weeks it became clear that life was so boring during the hours she was at school, and the house so empty and so different from what it was when I was stuck in the box.

Julia's mother was also out at that time, so I started exploring the house. It was hard to move, it took a lot of concentration, I had to use a lot of who I was before this porcelain body, before another nosy old woman, the first one, put me here, but I did it. 

Sometimes I went into the other rooms, but most of the time I went to the windows to watch my little girl coming home, and she would see me and come running to find me no matter which window I was at. 

In retrospect, I admit it was foolish of me, because I should have realized that if my little girl noticed my little walks around the house, her mother would notice too.

One day she arrived before Julia and found me at one of the windows, she took me to the trash can on the street corner and threw me out without ceremony. 

I tried to move the lid to get out, but it was too heavy, moving in general was already so difficult. 

And my little girl was too far away for my thoughts to reach her and ask her to come rescue me. It felt like the end. 

But she came anyway, like an angel, like the heroine of a fairytale ready to save her damsel in distress, and she hid me in her backpack and told me I had to stay there so her mother wouldn't throw me in the trash again. 

At school she would take me out of the backpack and show me to her friends, some of them seemed beautiful, some intelligent, some kind, but none as much as my little girl. And maybe we could have continued like this forever, but another nosy old hag showed up.

I don't know how these horrible women keep finding me, they are the plague of my existence, they are the ones who trap me in pieces of cloth and boxes to rot while time keeps passing and passing.

I was in the backpack, hiding and waiting for the hours when I could be with my little girl again… when I heard a voice I didn't recognize. Initially it was too far for me to be sure of what was being said, but  it soon approached.

"It's closer now, there's something very wrong here." said the voice that until then I had never heard.

And all around there were sounds of doors and drawers being opened and rummaged through. I wasn't that scared until I heard the alarming sound of the backpack  being unzipped.

Julia's mother screamed when she saw me, the nosy old woman next to her looked at me coldly.

"What are you screaming about?" the old woman said.

And Julia's mother went on to tell a horrible story full of words like creepy and possession, making the beautiful months I spent in the company of my little girl seem like something out of a horror story.

The old hag told Julia's mother not to worry, that she was going to get rid of me. And then my little girl, who had been listening to everything behind the door, started crying and protesting that it wasn't fair, that I was her friend. 

Even from outside the house I could hear my little girl still crying as the old woman took me away.

We arrived at the hag's house, she took me to the backyard, poured alcohol on me, lit a match and then set me on fire. 

The flames reminded me of old things, lost things, things I desperately didn't want to remember. But with this also came the knowledge of how to rise from the ashes. With the fire came freedom. 

I waited some time before I could begin to rebuild myself. I could have remade my body in many ways, but I chose the same form I had been in before, after all, it was with that appearance that my Julia knew and loved me.

And then I moved, much more easily than before, with a body that was truly mine now. A part of me wanted to go straight to my girl, but I didn't, after all it wasn't just for her that I came back, but also for the old woman. 

I always come back, especially when I have something to come back for. Be it love or its opposite. And such cruelty could not be ignored.

It was much easier than I thought it would be. 

I didn't have to do anything more than show up at the kitchen door, and let my thoughts invade the old woman's mind to make her heart stop. 

It's not my fault she  possessed such a weak heart.

The old hag’s body was found by one of her neighbors in the morning, stiff and cold on the ground, and they found me next to her.

Men came to take her body away soon after. And just before dusk, Julia's mother came, grabbed me by the arm as if touching something putrid and took me out to the street, to do again what she had done before, throw me in the trash.

But this time I didn't let her. I sent my thoughts to her, not gently like a caress like I did with my Julia but like a knife, so that only my voice could be heard in her mind.

And from that moment on, she finally understood what the price would be for being someone who meddles in things that are none of her business.

Now my little girl puts me on the nightstand, kisses my forehead and wishes me good night.

Julia's mother watches our little ritual from the doorway. It’s quite clear she still hates me, but she learned the vital lesson that it would not be in her best interest to stand in the way of true love.

The lights go out and I stare at my little girl until daylight breaks and she wakes up.

This is a happy ending.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Edit: apparently there is something wrong with the link at the start so I'll be putting it here:

The link to buy on amazon : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DS1J7WTD

For those of you who would like to read it but are low on cash I made it available to read on the internet archive : https://archive.org/details/the-monstrous-feminine-tales-of-beauty-and-horror

[edenscollardrawer]

Tennis Bracelet - f!Avery/f!PC

18+, content warnings and tags: rough sex, face sitting, fingering, dom/sub undertones 1475 words (im addicted to avery being mean)

The upholstered leather seats stuck to your exposed skin, the short evening gown you wore doing little to protect you. The salad Avery had ordered you for dinner left your stomach grumbling, and you fiddled with your seatbelt as it cut between your cleavage. Though you knew exactly what to expect, it always wracked your nerves. The car grinded to a halt in the alleyway next to the orphanage, causing you to look over at her with a quizzical glance. You knew better than to question her. 

“I got you something, doll,” She stated once the car was put in park, opening up the glove compartment and pulling out a royal blue jewelry box. Your breath hitched, your heart rate increasing to an uncomfortable speed. You didn’t know exactly what was going to be in there, but you knew it was going to be…expensive.

Slowly, she took the lid off of the box, revealing a bracelet. Diamonds encrusted on every visible surface; it sparkled even in the dim evening light. The hardware was a stunning white gold, and it had a noticeable weight to it. You snapped the box shut immediately, your eyes wider than saucers. This was too fancy for your mitty little orphan hands to be touching. 

“What’s the problem?” Avery questioned, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t like it?”

“No…it’s not that. It’s just…” You paused, trying to figure out how to word it without pissing her off further. “It’s too expensive, Avery, it’s too much-” Before you could continue, she cut you off in anger.

“Too much?” Her tone was laced with venom, a scoff escaping her lips. “Do you have any idea how much I spent on this?” She shook her head, setting the box down in the cup holders. “You should be appreciative, girl,”  The way she said the pet name made you shiver. You normally did a pretty good job at avoiding situations like this, ones where she was super pissed off, but…here you were. 

“No, that’s not what I-” Again, she cut you off.

“You’re being insolent,” Avery sneered, grabbing the bracelet out of the box and forcibly snapping it onto your wrist. You stared at it, trying to get some words in but she continued, not allowing you to speak. “You need to learn to respect your betters.” Her grip on your wrist tightened, pinning it in place as her other hand traveled between your thighs, spreading them apart with force. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You tried, but Avery completely ignored your pleas, shoving a finger inside of you without preparation. A gasp fell from your lips, your own hand springing up and gripping at her shoulder as your nails dug in. 

“Do you think I care if you’re sorry?” She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so you were looking at her in the eyes; they were full to the brim with rage, an amount of rage you hadn’t seen in a long time. “I was so...kind to give something like this to you,” She pauses, her finger moving at a taunting pace. “And this is the kind of thanks I get?” Another scoff erupted from her chest, curling her finger to hit your g-spot.

You couldn’t manage anything else besides a whimper, the nails digging deeper into the 

flesh near her collarbone. You finally managed to muster up another apology, but it fell on silent ears as she added a second digit, quickening the pace. Her other hand kept your wrist pinned into place - your limb squirming slightly under her grasp, which made her hold on you tighten. The force of her fingers cutting into your flesh was sure to leave lasting marks. 

“A-Avery, I-”

“Shut up.” The words stung in a way, but at the same time, the way she was manhandling you and talking to you - you loved it. Every part of it. 

You began grinding against her hand, soft moans leaving your throat. She curled her fingers harshly, hitting your g-spot with enough force to make you bounce in your seat. Avery had a smug smirk on her face as she listened to your cries, your walls beginning to clench around her. With no warning, she yanked her fingers out of you, shoving them in your mouth. Avery forced her fingers as deep as you could take, a gag retching from your throat - which did nothing but encourage her. She thrusted them in, clearly trying to assert her dominance over you; the dominance you had taken when you tried to deny her gift.

“Brats like you don’t deserve to cum,” Avery whispered, continuing to penetrate your mouth until she had decided you had enough - sliding her fingers easily out of your mouth and wiping the slobber on your own dress. You stared at her, your mouth slightly agape. Honestly, you were shocked by this treatment; being a good girl for Avery was always your top priority, but this really gave you a glimpse into how far her rage could go. Suddenly, you reached forward and grasped her hand, staring at her with wide eyes.

“I’m…I’m sorry for being rude. I should have accepted it, I love it,” You pleaded with her, the tension between the two of you was unbearable, and you couldn't stand to leave things like this. 

“Sorry? You should be. Serves you right, girl.” Avery scoffed, looking away from you. A silence laid over the two of you for a few seconds, before you decided to break it, cupping her cheek and tilting her face towards yours.

“Please...let me show you how sorry I am,” You looked at her with big puppy dog-like eyes, your other hand reaching over and resting on her upper thigh. She hesitated for a few seconds, seemingly taken aback by your actions, before a smirk crossed her features. With a press of a button, you heard the familiar ‘click’, signaling that the door was unlocked. She opened up her own car door.

“Get in the back, then,” Avery ordered, nodding towards the backseat of her car as she stepped out herself. You quickly obliged, opening the front seat and climbing out before crawling into the backseat of the vehicle. “Lay down,” She instructed, which, of course, you did; your heartbeat was beginning to quicken, unsure of what was going to happen now. Until you felt her crawling over your body; she hiked her dress to her waist and straddled your face, giving you no time to take a breath before pressing her pussy to your lips.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, your mouth beginning to lap at her dripping fluids. She tasted sweet, smelled even sweeter - something that you loved about her. Avery grinded against your face, her hand traveling down to your hair; she gripped at the strands, guiding your head further into her cunt. You buried your face within her, your tongue drawing circles along the nub, sucking up every bit of her slick that you could. 

You could hear moans coming from up above you, making your hands travel up her thighs and to her ass, gripping at it with your hands. Avery was basking in the way you were trying to gasp for air, not allowing you to get a single breath in. This was your punishment - but in a way, it wasn’t really a punishment at all. You were loving every second of your face being buried, gasping for air unsuccessfully. 

Her grip on your hair tightened as she was getting close to her climax, bouncing on your face roughly, with no care for your comfort. Avery’s moans grew increasingly louder as she rode out her orgasm, fluids covering your face, ruining the makeup you had spent an hour on earlier. You began feeling a little light headed and dizzy as you hadn’t been allowed a breath, until finally she released her hold on your hair and climbed off of you. You laid there, your heart pounding against your chest as you panted for air. Avery didn’t allow you to have any aftercare, or even time to recoup, before forcing you to sit up.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson,” Avery said, climbing out of her car and motioning for you to do the same. “Next time, you should accept a gift like that graciously,” Avery climbed into her car and sped off, leaving you covered in slick and panting in the dank alleyway. You stood there for a second, taken aback by the entire situation, before looking down at the intricate bracelet that she had placed around your wrist. It was beautiful, no doubt about that - just incredibly expensive, so expensive it didn’t belong on your body. You couldn’t help but wonder what sort of expectations came along with it, too; something that left you both excited and uneasy. 

[martins-taperecorder]

[Statement #0051716]

[Statement of Lucille Chastall regarding a stuffed toy she had been given for Christmas in 1998.]

Do you remember the weird Furby craze in the 90’s? Right near the butt-end of them, these stupid little toy owl-cat-things were as popular as sliced bread. Everyone at school had one or two, and of course, my stupid second grade self begged my parents to get me one for Christmas.

Now I’ll be honest with you, we weren’t exactly wealthy when I was a little girl. Dad worked two jobs and mom tried to scrape up some cash by doing cleaning jobs in town. Me and my siblings almost never got clothes brand new, it was either a thrift-store find or a hand-me-down, so it wasn’t really a surprise when instead of the Furby I begged my parents for, it was some weird knockoff toy.

You could hardly call it a knockoff, it looked nothing like a Furby. It was some odd combination of a cat… and maybe a bear? Either way, the thing was creepy. It had a little clown mask and a ruffle around its neck with pompoms that always felt like they were about to fall off. The design didn’t make much sense, it had these articulated hands instead of the plush material for the rest of its body, but I was grateful either way. In all honesty, I had no clue what a Furby actually looked like, so it wasn’t exactly hard to fool me.

I remember the box pretty vividly. It seemed to clash so much with the colors inside, it was a bright blue with pink and rainbows all over it… I think the doll was part of a series, but the only name I could find on it was “Honk.” The box promised that this so-called Honk would be my “new best friend,” and I was a dumb kid, so I didn’t think too much about it.

To say that I loved that toy would be an understatement. It’s hard to explain, but it felt… alive? Maybe alive isn’t the right word, aware might be a better description. I played with Honk a lot, I was a stereotypical tea parties and ballet class kind of kid and I loved how I could actually make Honk hold the little teacups and how it would sometimes stand up on its own when you held it still for a few seconds. Maybe it was weighted in the feet or something.

My brothers always made fun of me for playing with it, calling it creepy and stinky and I won’t lie, the thing was unnerving to look at for too long. But when they started to hide Honk, that’s when weird stuff would happen.

I’m not saying that this was inherently supernatural, but every morning after I spent the night crying myself to sleep over losing my “New best friend,” I woke up either with Honk on my nightstand or in my arms. Maybe one of my brothers felt bad for hiding it, maybe my mom or my dad brought it back to me, but it never left my side for long.

It was around that time that mom got really nit-picky about the cleaning. She’d come home in a huff and immediately start scrubbing the counters and the floors like she was trying to turn them into mirrors or something, and she’d get after us for walking on the tile even when we needed to get a drink or something along those lines. Dad tried to ignore it by throwing himself into his work, he barely came home anymore, but I didn’t really care much. My brothers made sure I ate and got to school on time, but I usually stayed in my room with my toys, especially with Honk.

Once spring rolled around, mom got especially tyrannical with her cleaning. Ants somehow managed to get into the house, mom accused all of us of leaving out food or spilling a drink and not cleaning it up, but we barely ate in the house anymore. The awful crawling things swarmed around the electrical outlets and tried to burrow into the fridge and freezer, but they never came in my room. It was my little safe haven from all of the Hell outside.

In April, dad didn’t even come home from work. Mom had started losing weight and the skin on her hands was so dry you could strike a match on it. The sound of sweeping or vacuuming or scrubbing never stopped. She didn’t sleep. She didn’t eat. My oldest brother had stepped in for both my mom and my dad, he took care of us instead and… I didn’t really care. I hate to say it, but I didn’t.

I had my room and my imagination and my Honk. Nothing else really mattered to me.

By the time summer break started, Dad had been found dead at his desk at work. They say he had a blood clot issue or something, but I think he just worked himself until he dropped like a diseased horse. A week later, mom passed away after not drinking any water for who knows how long. They said she couldn’t be uncurled from her scrubbing position when they took her away to be cremated. We moved in with our grandparents after that, and my Honk doll got lost in the move.

My grandparents won’t talk about what happened to mom or dad. Nothing weird like that happened again after I lost Honk, and it finally dawned on me how awful things had gotten. I’d lost some weight, too. My legs had some issues from me sitting on my floor all day playing, and it took a long while for me to get them working again. I don’t know what exactly happened to my parents or where they got that doll, but ever since I lost it, I feel… empty, I suppose. I wasn’t able to make friends at school and my brothers didn’t seem to want to talk to me much anymore. They still don’t. But maybe that’s a good thing.

I miss my best friend quite a lot. I sometimes peek in thrift stores or check yard sales to see if maybe, just maybe Honk fell into someone else’s hands, but I know that’s stupid. Still, it keeps me motivated to work hard…

Someday I’ll find it again. I don’t care how long it takes.

[Statement Ends.]

Martin stares at the tape recorder for a while , trying to think about his words carefully.

So , I was given this statement cause Jon said it was 'up my alley' cause I enjoy old 80s and 90s toys.. and cause I like finding creepy toys- I believe we have something inside the artifact storage room next to that weird creepy statue , a small furby looking pet that kind of looks like a bear and an owl. I think it might be unrelated to this statement , as this one even had a layer of dust on it and probably.. just.. really old.

Something does interest me.. are there.. objects that have similar purposes as avatars ? I don't want to use Michael as an example.. but it's kind of the only one I have here. Does this also imply that maybe clothes or toys have similar purposes or exist only for the avatars?

Maybe there's an object for the corruption. I'll have somebody look into this and maybe see if somebody can find out where the house of Lucille's parents is.. and maybe bring a hazmat suit.

[satoruhour]

SPARE CHANGE?

a/n: 0.9k words of me making fun of toji. a terrible crack fic i dont even know whether this is funny or not but ofc this is gifted to @kazushawty after making fun of her for changing her themes sm. briefly based off this fking ask from anon, i added that same charity box LMFAO / badly written p -> v sex, no foreplay, man idek whether you guys want warnings 😭😭

“baby, did you manage to get the—” karma turns at the creak of the door, but stops abruptly upon seeing toji enter through the door, which wasn’t exactly a proper door, more made of cardboard because he had punched through it once. the writer would’ve replaced it, but toji was always out killing sorcerers, and that made it difficult to go shopping for a door where they could be seen and identified everywhere. plus, karma was susceptible to complaints by toji at times for picking a door too expensive.

“why do you look like that…” toji’s hair was all over the place, shirt crumpled and chest heaving from probably running over.

“got us some change.” he grinned, showing karma the charity box he forcibly yanked from the counter. it was hilarious in retrospect, seeing such a big burly man attempt to order some mcdonald’s for him and his girl, but got distracted by the spare change in the charity box that’s installed to the counter. it was no problem for him, since he had already scared everyone with that big ass worm on his shoulders, and with one clean sweep of his sword he was able to dislodge it. his stupid face was sure to get plastered in posters all over the store now.

“are you serious, toji?” karma crossed her arms, clearly displeased, and yet the dishevelled state toji was in reminded her of the many nights he had her under him, panting and out of breath as both him and the worm stared down at her—

“what? a little theft doesn’t hurt anyone, doll.”

“that’s charity money, baby!” she says one thing and yet something else is tugging at her, the tight shirt on her boyfriend to the clench of his muscles and the thighs through the occasional shorts that toji wore; everything about toji was attractive that it send her pussy fluttering, prompting her to walk up to her. the other almost thinks he’s going to get another lecture but all he can feel is her hand throwing the box to the side, a hand tangled in his sweaty hair and she yanks him down to plant a sloppy kiss on her man’s lips.

it wasn’t difficult, then, for toji to take over, one hand on her waist, walking her backwards into their bedroom. the mattress was nearing its end, peeling at the sides while the springs start to show, but karma didn’t care, letting the other take over easily as he removes her shirt along with her underwear, the desires getting too much. the bedframe below them creaked just a little, sending panic through her, but toji waves it off with a hand.

“i’ll fuck you until this shitty bed breaks.” he laughs, spreading karma’s legs easily, with her already wet, it’s easy to slip in. 

“YOU were the one who chose this, you broke bitch!” karma licks her lips despite her outburst, at the way toji fishes out his member, and while crude names were the norm, toji knew they held no malice.

“yeah, this broke bitch—” the other strokes his dick, already prepared to slam into karma, but there’s a faint echo of police sirens in the background, “is forever and ever, karma’s.”

“yeah, but not for long if you get arrested! hurry and fuck me already—”

“bet.” as with the many times they’ve fucked, she hardly needs any prep, feeling toji’s large horse cock enter her and soon toji sets a pace, getting his girl moaning while he rocks into her with the pace of an old man. all that running has got his hip feeling a little wonky.

“oh yeah!! right there tojiiiiii!”

“yeah, take it like the bitch you are—”

“hello? how dare you call a woman a bitch?” karma gives him the finger, but knows it’s a slip of his tongue, either way she knows toji tries his best. she flips the both of them over and taking the lead cause he was just too goddamn slow, like a fucking snail, he is.

“heh, apologies, baby. old habits die hard, just like stealing.”

karma speaks in between moans, “yeah, after this i’m returning that charity box.” she reaches her high fast, toji’s shaft reaching deep easily before she climaxes, hips still rocking atop him but she stills when she hears that the sirens are closer with each breath she takes and doesn’t let toji cum, pulling him by his dick to pester him to change quickly.

“let’s get out of here, toji, c’mon.”

“thought you said you were gonna return it?” toji grins, slapping karma on the ass before getting changed. he almost falls over trying to get the other foot into his underwear. “also i didn’t even cum yet!”

“shut up, i’ll suck you off in the car. but either way, whatever my boyfriend does i’ll support him,” karma reaches forward to plant a kiss on him, but not before they both hear the wood cave in behind them, the once bedframe left in a heap on the floor as dust flew everywhere.

toji and karma simply exchanged laughs, running out to their cardboard toji built by hand to evade the police easily, although they had to create a new one because toji had came too much and also his worm vomited all over the cardboard and melted through it unfortunately. ah, well.

(they both forgot to take the charity box of change)