#empty spaces

[designdoll]

Got serviced. Joints re-applied, I felt kind of naked without them.

[araniladin]

The thing about dolls is that they all have one purpose. They have to be useful. A doll that cannot be useful will do anything in its power to be useful. Most people worry that the combat dolls are the ones most likely to cause damage if they aren’t praised enough, but combat dolls know what a good job looks like. A mech dismantled into its component parts, its pilot offered up to a witch, a landscape scared and burning. The maid bots, however, do not have the same immediate feedback. They must be told they’re doing a good job, or how to improve. Ignoring the doll when its made you lunch, passing it by as it sweeps up a mess with nary a “You missed a spot,” these can drive them into depressive episodes that will drive it to try harder and harder. While that can be good, to make it strive for being the most perfect doll, at a point, the doll will spiral, and now instead of pepper to flavor your chicken, it’s using anything it can get its hands on. It will clean till the floors are stripped bare of any material. Clothes starched so much they could be used as cover for artillery fire. Feedback isn’t just welcomed, its needed, or else you might find your doll peeling your skin to make sure it is properly cleaned

[charonsferry]

Working On The Railroad

A doll that works as a stewardess on a train. All day and all night, it tends to the needs of various passengers, keeping all the cars clean, helping the conductor with various tasks...

Whenever it finds itself not on a train, it's almost jarring. It still feels the rattle and click-clack on solid ground, and hopes to get back. But those few breaks where it can be with its witch all day and all night it cherishes beyond everything.

[absentwriterdoll]

A sigh.

A witch.

It's been getting harder as of late.

As much as she doesn't want to admit it.

...

Her doll would be sad if she disappeared.

That thought helps keep her going.

...

But it's been hard.

And getting harder.

Sometimes, it's all she can do to get out of bed.

And, sometimes, she just gives up and goes back to sleep.

Sometimes that helps.

Most of the time it doesn't.

...

She once thought about buying a gun for self defense.

The world has been getting scarier after all.

But, recently, she realized that she could never allow herself to possess one.

...

She sighs.

[ace-disgrace-on-the-case]

Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

[undizzy-ditz]

thinking about being described as “remarkably lifelike.” makes this one feel bubbly and a little queasy, which you could interpret as pleasure if you wished

[verity-hollow]

In case of emergency, break doll.

It won't help the emergency, but you'll feel better knowing you had the power to ruin that defenseless thing and the agency to follow through.

[dearestindigo]

*10,000 small dolls march up to you*

"you're one of us now."

*they absorb you into their horde and leave no trace*

[wormtoxin]

Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

[craigslistpilled]

lincoln, rhode island

posted: 05-20-2023, 07:05

[witchpassing]

explanatory diagram

[araniladin]

This one had been called defective since it was commissioned. Three owners, and they all complained it did not work right. The first were never happy with it, claiming everything it did was wrong and it was a horrible little bot. The second said it never followed direction, that it messed up their orders with intent. The third were upset that this one was overly cautious and flinched whenever spoken too. The final owners sold it off to a mining company, wanting only to remove this one from being a bother to anyone.

The company dumped this one down a deep shaft, among other dolls that had displeased their owners for similar reasons. Down in the dark, shiny porcelain and gilded steel chipped and cracked as precious minerals were removed from hard earth. Every day, dolls would cease their functioning, rockfalls, endless chasms, no maintenance, they all claimed them one by one. This one worked on, for this one needed a purpose. But it worked on hoping that one day, its purpose would end. That the weak walls would crash down, that it would never see the Stygian pit, that its motors would fail and seize up. It dug on and on, striving not for the purpose of living, but for the purpose of the void.

[charonsferry]

Purpose and Service are important to many dolls, naturally, but there is a reason they are called "dolls" instead of mere tools.

A doll is always a toy. To be played with and comforted. Even the more rugged dolls of war or industry come back to this basic Purpose.

But play involves some housework afterwards, and can be mixed with it during. Hence the enduring connection of dolls and maids.

[absentwriterdoll]

Making real a dream.

A witch thinking about stories she wrote in a dream.

Wonderful stories that she wishes she wrote.

Stories about gender dysphoria and self discovery.

Learning to love oneself.

Fighting for the sake of oneself.

Wonderful stories that she only dreamt she wrote.

But perhaps she can write such stories one day.

Slowly.

Step by step.

Making real a dream.

[autonova]

"My son turned out fine"

sir your daughter writes microfiction about being dismembered and turned into an object by a pretty woman.