#its. a strange combination

[seafoamsol]

Sleepy Science...!

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Never to Return

[This story contains dubious consent.]

Sugar's witch, only having recently come into possession of her first doll, wanted to make her manor look the part. She wanted a flower garden in her front yard, and a vegetable garden in her backyard. In addition to the seeds, Sugar bought some of the necessary tools to-

"Casey!"

The doll turned to the name being called, seeing a person it recognized. She was running towards it, and nearly tackled it to the ground with a hug, making it stumble and drop its bag.

"Oh my god Casey, I missed you so much!" The person pulled her hug tighter. "I'm so, so sorry about everything I ever did, I never wanted to drive you away like this!"

"You were subletting for this one, yes?" Sugar gave the person three encouraging pats on the back. "You are forgiven."

The person pulled her head out away from the embrace, instead grabbing the doll by the shoulders and staring into its face.

"Case, is everything okay? You..."

She trailed of, her eyes darting across the doll's face.

"No. No, no, no... you're not one of those... things. You can't be." She pulled her hands away, stepping back. "Wh... why would you...?"

"Please calm down, Henri." Sugar calmly explained, bending down to pick up its bag of gardening supplies. "This one simply sought out a witch becau-"

"No, no, shut UP! You're even talking like one of them!" The person reached out and grabbed Sugar by the wrist, leading it in the opposite direction of the bus stop it was heading to. "You're coming back with me, a-and we're figuring out how to turn you back! We'll, we'll find a different witch, or-"

"This one doesn't want to change back."

"No, shut up, yes you do." She didn't even turn around, simply walking forward with a figuratively iron grip on the doll. "I don't care what the doll has to say, you have too much to live for! You had a job, and friends, and-"

Sugar stopped moving. The person turned back at the doll, frozen in place. She tried tugging on its arm again, and it stayed anchored.

"Henri... this is the best I've ever felt in my life."

Sugar looked up into the person's eyes, with an expression of calm serenity. "Even if I could, I would never, ever go back. Not for anything."

The person pulled her hand away, cowering. She didn't dare move. "Oh, god, it's... it's really you, isn't it? You... you can't be, this isn't..." Her voice hitches. "How could you be happy like this? As some... thing?"

The doll shook its head. It was starting to feel sick of this. "It's rather simple. This one doesn't have any of those dismal aspirations to try and cling on to its dead-end job, those sickening so-called 'friends', and any of that false hope that things would just get better if it stayed out of trouble and kept to itself."

Henri took a step back, moments from collapsing in on herself. The doll reached out and grabbed her wrist, letting the bag drop to the floor. For the first time, Henri could truly feel the coldness of that... thing's skin, as its joints tightened around it.

"No, let me go, let me go!" the person shrieked, its voice shrill and terrified. "This isn't you, you can't-!"

"You have no right to talk about who this one was. You don't understand how awful humanity felt." Pulling her closer. "You can't comprehend the sheer bliss this one feels from having a purpose, from being able to serve its Miss." Pulling her closer. "You rude, disobedient people think you have the perfect life by living for yourself and forsaking those around you, you... you..."

An arm around her back, pulling her torso against its. Faces inches apart, Henri's hysterics have faded into silent terror. What was once collected frustration quickly morphed into a dawning realization, a polite smile creeping across Sugar's face.

"You should be a doll, too."

She didn't respond. She whimpered, trying fruitlessly to leave the doll's grasp, but she knew it was useless.

Sugar grabbed the back of her hair, forcing her into eye contact. Good dolls are polite, good dolls help their miss, good dolls follow their purpose, and this one was being such a good fucking doll.

"This one saw the way you would always talk with your... friends. The way you'd coddle at them, shrinking your personality away, too scared to ever risk disappointing them. A compassion you'd never spend on this one. You were always the one working to please them." There was a bite to the doll's words, the final remnants of a long-steeped poison finally allowed to seep out.

"You're an empty space too, just a people-pleasing reaction to those around you." Its face, its voice, were dripping with a cold seriousness. "You need to be emptied. Freed from that egotistical self-service. Freed from the cowardice that bars you from true companionship. Taught the real purpose of service."

The thrashing stopped.

"N... I-I..."

She tries to steady her breathing, but can't. She's trying to focus, but can't. She's trying to say anything, but she can't.

"Why are you doing this? Please, I just-"

"You can't say no. Good doll."

Henri shuddered, her breath hitching. The chill in her spine felt like it could melt her, as her knees threatened to give out.

"Yes, YES, you feel it! That submission, that empty fluttering in your chest, the feeling of losing your identity all for the sake of another." Sugar barely restrained a frenzied smile as it released the person from its grip. She stumbled backwards from the lack of support, taking a moment to regain her balance. "That's what being a doll feels like, all the time."

Quick, heavy breathing. Arms at her front, a fear reflex.

"Kneel."

Her knees hit the ground hard, staring at the doll like an insect at god. Her hands were on her chest, trying to soothe her racing heart.

Sugar crouches to match. It places a hand on the person's cheek, compassionately brushing her hair out of her face, just like Miss did to it. "You would make such a good doll for this one's Miss, darling. Please, follow this one to the manor. All those sad, overwhelming parts of life will fade away into stillness. All you have to do is say yes."

She's paralyzed.

"Good dolls say yes."

She does as she's told.

[twinktorturer]

augustus and marcus agrippa

[wackywatchdotcom]

i think with how pomni is shown to dissociate that it is easily assumed that its always a big deal but frankly she probably spends a lot of time at least a little out of it and i also wonder if she gets like. hyperaware of this

[xfand0mfr34kx]

theyre fighting over my last braincell

"violence is the question and the answer is yes."

[basi1isks]

just won world's chillest and most laid back neurotic micromanaging freak B)

[benetnvsch]

trusting people's words is not enough , I need to be able to read their minds -

[rogue-rook]

another year, another fun historical tv show that believes headgear doesn't really count as part of historical fashion

[loversbones]

obsessed with how every1 keeps posting the spring byler image 😭😭 i think i've seen it six separate times under the tag already

[cogentranting]

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[elisedonut]

one thing that sucks is when you noticed something odd about a youtuber your watching

and now it just doesn't leave your mind

like huh am i thinking to much or is it kind of weird that you seem to dislike every song about female sexuality to the point where i noticed it after only a few videos

is it strange that despite making couples with your characters pretty often you have never made an mlm or wlw pairing

a thing i only noticed because of you making a character based on another characters favorite thing and then talked about pairing them off just to not bring that other character up at all as even an option despite multiple people saying they were their first thought in the comments

[newspecies]

chimera cats are crazy what do you MEAN that animal has two different fur lengths on different parts of its body. actually saying that, it sounds normal but its extremely strange to see on a cat. as far as i can tell, different fur lengths are impossible in cats outside chimera situations. like who is this guy. why is he like that

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[doctorwhoisadhd]

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[102ki]

mia and margarete unit. im envisioning them to be like the original concept for diverdiva where they sort of compete against each other within the same song. mia's disney channel swag vs margarete's powerful high notes

[flowered-mp3]

[thegh0stofwilburtheworm]

so my dad bought today a very weird dark chocolate with rose?? that he found in our local supermarket thingie and its so odd and peculiar when you eat it, idk how else to describe it other than, it tastes like how ya think perfume would taste but like good????!? very good surprisingly !?1?