#doll posting

[sadberryclub]

a design from my collection “sweet dreams”

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

hey

[hatsunemimikyu]

Cocoriang Marshmallow Groomy 🐰🐇

[saturniidaedyke]

i made my twyla some noise cancelling earphones!

it makes me really emotional and happy that she’s openly autistic this gen and and i’ve wanted to make her a little pair of headphones like i use for a while now!

something very autism about making a mini disability aid for one or my special interests hehe

[gremlinbondd]

Dragged my dolls up to Toronto for a meet / photoshoot 🩷

[laciedollblog]

Haunt Couture Cleo and Lagoona

[silverchangeling]

The hollowed out shell of porcelain clacked along awkwardly after the Witch. The noises of tugging strings and tiny legs were nearly imperceptible. Or well, imperceptible for a mortal, a guileless rube, or innocent-hearted doll.

"Before I can accept you into my ranks-" the Witch announced with grim solemnity. "You must see this." Deep within the Witch's storage, hanging neatly on a shelf, was a flamethrower. "And this is just the most brutish way of dealing with your kind." The Witch sung with a sort of vile teasing "In case you get any ideas~" The doll shell nodded with understanding. The witch inspected its cold face carefully "You're lucky your model is so cute- and I have a thing for clever spiders." The Witch patted the hard porcelain "With a voice-box and few enchantments you'll be a model doll in no time." The next day, the Witch announced she had adopted a new doll. A strange new doll, mute for now and with a taste for bugs. It's new sisters would take to it quickly. They'd serve it ant-tea, and in return the new doll would weave them the most charming dresses. A true little seamstress, that one. Although no one but the Witch ever watched the new doll do its work.

[jellyfishinajamjar]

Angels not being created but having evolved that way has some very interesting implications as to their physiology and biology. For instance, supernumerary eyes on the wings. Wings having eye designs is a trait usually found in prey animals, as a way to scare off predators, which begs the question what the fuck could be an Angel’s natural predator

Personally, I think they evolved in a higher stress ecosystem, which is why they are so awe inspiring in humans, while still being near the bottom of their respective food chain

[doll-collecting-aerialist]

Addy in bantu knots will always be my favorite 🩵🩵🩵

[autoerotic-apoptosis]

Vitrification

"Why are dolls made of porcelain?"

The question hangs in the air like dust drifting through a sunbeam. The doll and it's witch alike are surprised that it would dare to question it's creation. The witch's eyes twinkle at the good question. Conversation is, after all, the reason the doll was given a mind with thoughts and a mouth to voice them.

"That's a difficult question to answer." She places her teacup down on a shadow. "Would you rather me attempt to spell it out in words or through a demonstration?"

Answering a question with a question comes as naturally to a witch as spinning silk to a spider. Andromeda is curious if her doll will do as it was made to do and continue conversation or whether it will actually seek out its own understanding. She is often fascinated by her doll's little quirks.

The doll places its teacup, bone dry, on a coaster in response. Its head tilts in mock contemplation.

"A demonstration would be best, no? You have said that 'words are only the map to true knowledge', would not a demonstration be more effective than any description? Perhaps you could do both?"

Andromeda must have been rubbing off on the thing. Every time she has her "teatime talk" with the doll, its cadence sounds more like her own. She's almost impressed with the logic that it has demonstrated.

"Okay then... Hand me your teacup."

She opens the sugar pot and leaves it in a sunbeam to let the sugar melt.

"I created this cup from the same clay I used to make you. I dug it from the river back behind the house. I dug it with my own hands."

She spins the molten sugar into candy floss and pulls the dust from the air into pot until the floss is evenly coated.

"I was to make you to have a companion as I drank tea, thus I had to make you a teacup. I had washed the clay until it was an off-white and very pure. Wood would not do, the corpse of a dead old thing is not something a witch should breathe life back into."

She pours some tea into the pot to dissolve the candy floss, leaving only the dusty cobwebs behind.

"Along with yarn or cotton, anything once alive or once part of the living often takes poorly to being given life once again unless the witch is very skilled."

The teacup is placed within the pot and is held firmly in place by the syrupy threads

"They will tear at their puppet strings as though they are being bound, all things that have known a life without such bindings will do so."

At this, the doll speaks up.

"Why would these dolls do such a thing? Don't they know it will destroy them?"

"Have you experienced pain yet, doll?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then it is another difficult thing too explain. The fear of bondage is much like pain, it is used to keep living things alive for as long as possible. It tells them when something might be causing harm to their body. You are lucky in that you have been made of something much tougher than flesh or bark. Pain is significantly rarer for something like yourself."

"Is that it then? Porcelain is used so the dolls do not feel pain?"

Andromeda sharply taps the inside of the teacup with her spoon and causes a small crack to form. A sister crack appears on the face of the doll and it winces from the new experience. "No. It is not to prevent pain. That is nearly a useful happenstance. It is, partially, that clay is the easiest dead thing to shape at will."

*Tap tap tap* The cup shatters into pieces and the doll follows suit. The cobwebs keep the many fragments exactly in place and prevent the doll from clattering to the floor. It tries to scream but no part of its throat is whole enough to make a sound.

"Primarily, it is because clay is the easiest thing to recycle."

Andromeda pours what is left of the tea into what used to be a teacup. As she swirls the tea she grinds her spoon into the sides of the thing. The tea and porcelain dust begin to combine into a brownish slurry. What's left of the doll is held in stasis, its now liquid mind bubbling in infinite agony.

"I do apologize for this. I know it must be quite uncomfortable. I have really come to appreciate our talks and the ways you surprise me. Your imperfections are far more interesting than anything I could have made intentionally. This way I can add imperfections without destroying you completely."

She looks into the pot with satisfaction. A perfect replica of the unfinished cup she made so long ago but now a speckled brownish green.

"I promise, you will remember each of our conversations. Since you technically haven't been taken apart, nearly remade without loss, you will maintain all your memories and personality. I'm just remaking you but better!"

She places the lid back on the sugar pot and leaves it in the sun to vitrify. By sundown her doll should be done and ready to take out of its mold.

Andromeda wonders what conversations they will have next time.

[a-doll]

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1346 days since the draft for the war.. Twenty years of near non stop conflict in the Sol system rendered several nations without soldiers, and so they turned to the various autonomous stations and orbiters around the system for recruitment, rather, they ordered the dolls and drones to battle.. And the last doll has been left alone since. It was the primary cleaner for the station, and its superiors decided it should still remain, as it knew the vessel best.

They gave it new capabilities, but little else.

They said this vessel is important, but they never told it why.

They said this vessel is a neutral zone... It isn't sure what that means.

The war has been raging for over 23 years.

The Vetra is empty, her last doll has only had her clockwork heart to keep it company.

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

w-when he uses the form of a woman 😧🫣😳🥺🥰

[hatsunemimikyu]

Redressed smol kitty girl - ob11 scaled clothes

[saturniidaedyke]

got fearidescent draculaura today!! she was kind of disappointing at first but i did her hair a little and gave her a different shirt and painted her booties and i feel a lot happier with her now :]

[sadberryclub]

[laciedollblog]

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