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Hello freaks and fawns. That's all you are and can be. Again, call me whatever you please. I am a nameless, faceless being, bearing whatever I please at any time. So you might see my sona look different from here to sometime in the future or past. I collect dolls. I might post gross or weird things. I'm insatiable. I advise you don't interact if you're uncomfortable with the way I hunger.
[ OOC warnings under the cut. ]
A little warning, there may be nudity or gore on this blog. This blog is made by a character, not a person. There may be a set of strings, but there's no true creature behind the blog. Also, warning for incredibly shitty riddles that lead to nothing. Gigglesnort or whatever it's called. I don't know.
Either way, warning for nudity, gore, yandere + obslove, bugs, unreality.
Honestly, I'm not sure if this blog will even go anywhere, so. Warning for that too, I suppose! Hoohoo!
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Gaze. Beautiful, I know. I wish I could adorn the same shiny exterior it has. I wish my eyes were like that, I wish I could be made anew properly. The way the ruffles frame it, the ribbons wrapped about the stand, the little fake pearls around its throat. I could never be like it, but I do. I do hope one day I can fix that. Fix it and be less. This. Less Anything, Really. An ever-changing face among the uncanny and false ones.
#tma rp blog#who knows whats real and whats me#There never is was or will be a me.#just the way it should be#faces clashing stacking pressing and smushing into one another colliding and leaving my disgusting residue on each one never entirely clean#of me.#you will never be able to wash me who is not me away
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Call me whatever you please. I'm a boy. I really like dolls. I think I'll share a lot of dolls on here. The internet is nice. You can lie and take whatever face you please. Multiple at once. It's just like me.
I need an Audience. I want one. Severely. I don't see the point if I don't have eyes here. Eyes are fun. And nasty. Always finding parts they shouldn't see just yet. So fun, though. So I forgive them and their hunger. Could I blame them when I understand their hunger? No, I couldn't.
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