#inscribings

[dollvoid0000]

The eroticism between a Handler and their doll. A doll built to be so powerful, to be such a raw force for violence that it needs a Handler.

The Handler's pilot is a conditioned, slobbering mess. It gets off on getting kicked in the stomach and making out with its rifle.

The Handler's doll is purpose-built, relentlessly and gracefully and wishlessly. To be wielded by its Handler.

Sometimes the Handler uses their doll to keep their pilot's spirits up.

[dollvoid0000]

The end point of any combat doll will be Voiding of their Purpose.

When no wars are left to wage, no conflicts to be resolved, no enemy to be crushed. It is only then, when a combat doll will begin to idle.

This one did not ever enjoy commiting violence; Such a feral and primal desire is simply unbecoming of a well-made doll like it. However, no other purpose has ever been inscribed upon it, and so with the deftness of porcelain ball joints compelling it into action, it goes out at the behest of itself. Or perhaps its handlerwitch. When it becomes idle, it will be the last significant movement it will have ever done, and the future is a bleak void.

It knows how to. How to hunt. How to kill. How to exsanguinate. How to hurt.

It never stops knowing.

And it is upon you, to give idle combat dolls a new purpose. These tools that can do nothing but commit violence.

But why would you want that? There are no more wars left to wage.

“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

[zorangezest]

how do you draw yourself?

ok, now how do you draw the others?

here’s soundwave’s drawings without the vandalism, I imagine he does little doodles!

[dollvoid0000]

Everyday applications for combat dolls

It quite despises conflict. So much strife, so much hatred, and none of it productive. Naturally, it will resort to its instincts when its cohort of dolls, mechs, witches, robots, handlers, --- needs protection.

But luckily, that is not always the case.

So, dear reader, it asks you, what is it to do on those other days? Sit by idly? Ne'er!

Many within the cohort yearn to have their urges satiated. And what is a combat doll, if not a targeted tool for unrestrained hedonistic martyrdom? Day in, day out, it will gladly use its commanding and assured voice to comfort those that cannot bear other styles of communication - mech pilots. Or a gentle porcelain whisper, sending affirmations of understanding dollward.

Witches get to witness the bodies they create give pleasure unto themselves and others. Robotgirls finally get to scrape their bodies against familiar yet so foreign porcelain - hard yet fragile. The especially traumatized ones - of all kinds - yet mostly mech pilots and other handlers, will sometimes ask for... more reminiscent treatment. Treatment of abuse, were it not for their consent. The kicking of ribs, the punching of stomachs, the exploration of teeth and mouths and the drawing of saliva strings, coating this one's chassis in a second shimmering layer beyond the porcelain enamel.

Handlers get to revel in the safety of an autonomous killing machine. A combat doll like this one does not need one. It is one, more likely. If they so wish, they get to dive back into that briny pool of remote coordination and targeted destruction - yet when they inevitably crack, it will still be there, triumphant, and assuring. It will all be okay. It can stand on its own. You did good.

You did good.

You did good.

This one loves you.

You did good.

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Ring Inscribed with Hieroglyphs.

Place of origin: Egypt

Date: 305–30 B.C.

Medium: Gold

▪︎ From the source: Upon death, people who were thought to have lived moral lives were reborn in the afterlife as a form of the god Osiris. This ring is inscribed with the title “Osiris,” followed by the owner’s names and titles, attesting to his faith that he would become one with the god after death.

[almondcroissantsandink]

watching gravity falls for the first time at the request of my little sister and i just watched a tale of two stans and CRIED

[thesilicontribesman]

Early Medieval Mudstone Carved Plaque from Dunadd, Kilmartin Museum, Kilmartin Glen, Argyll, Scotland

A plaque of mudstone incised with images of deer, eagles, and complex knotwork interlace based on the shape of the cross. It is perforated near the top, with wear suggesting it was suspended on a cord for a long period of time. Its art style suggests a tenth-century date, and it is one of the latest artefacts from the site.

[bobomcfoe-art]

protected

[dollvoid0000]

Witch that is a massive music nerd and knows a plethora of albums and all their lyrics in their entirety.

This is the only way she ever dares to access her emotions.

She takes vocal / singing / screaming lessons to become a better witch.

"The actual words don't matter," the witch said, "only the cadence, and the strength of feeling."

"That was a healing spell?"

"Keeps me focused."

"You swore, with the worst profanities I have ever heard, for two minutes."

"Your leg's not broken anymore, is it?"

"Fucking hell!"

[zorangezest]

Hi I have art

I love ur reaper person they're cool 🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🌸🌸🌸❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥❤️❤️

Girl with one eye present is my creation

breaks into your house and dies on the floor

[dollvoid0000]

Selfsimilarity

Whenever it finds another doll - any other inhabitant in these spaces, for that matter - there is always a hint of Jitter. Sway in Purpose, a trace of individuality, queer angles, so many more.

Others serve other Purposes. Different arrangements of sociality, roles to fill, loved ones to mourn and desire. There is selfsimilarity in the other - but only in vague gestures. Dolls also, yet made for different Purposes. Handlers for weak ones, but the packs are always different. Same input, different affect, different force projected onto the world.

....

It has recently come to find another. Witch. Handlerdolls can approximate witches. Mesowitches. (Read up on mesopredators).

To finally find itself - one more of itself - out there. It inspired - nothing and everything. There is no hesitation. No hidden truths, no secrets, for we are already born of the same cosmic stuffs. Our shells animated by the same drive, stalking the horizon of retrocausality and circling the drain around one another.

There is a calm into looking in anothers eyes and seeing your own shimmer refract back at you.

It feels at home, finally. For the only one able to be there for it in entirety - is itself.

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

The Waylay Manager definitely still has their grippers out, right?

[nerdy-catfish]

Silm Ways to Die

Kill a dragon and then yourself Run afoul of the Kinslaying Elves Be crushed by God with the biggest mountain Break both your arms and then drown in a fountain

Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Dumb ways to die-ie-ie So many dumb ways to die

Set on fire by your dad Make Sauron really mad Be poisoned by a javelin thrust Fight all the Balrogs then spontaneously combust

Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Dumb ways to die-ie-ie So many dumb ways to die

Insult some Dwarves to their face Get crushed by Morgoth's mace Take advice from the guy who's really cursed Stabbed by your best friend; that's just the worst

Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Dumb ways to die-ie-ie So many dumb ways to die

Enrage the father of the Black Sword Fight a suicidal battle with the Dark Lord Believe what Sauron says about your wife is true I wonder … what does this Silmaril do?

Dumb ways to die So many dumb ways to die Dumb ways to die-ie-ie So many dumb ways to die

Have a bunch of kids and then eat yourself alive Have one great kid then refuse to be revived Get thrown off a wall while kidnapping your cousin Jump in a volcano after stealing a Silmaril Have such amazing hair that it kills you They may not rhyme, but they're quite possibly

Dumbest ways to die The dumbest ways to die Dumbest ways to die-ie-ie-ie So many dumb So many dumb ways to die

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Characters referenced as well as explanations are under the cut in case you want to guess:

Túrin Turambar (killed Glaurung and later threw himself on his sword) Unspecified residents of Alqualondë, Doriath, and Sirion Ar-Pharazôn (buried under falling hills in Aman. He was probably not crushed by Taniquetil itself, and is possibly not technically dead, but poetic license.) Ecthelion (in The Fall of Gondolin he's said to have lost the use of both his arms but still managed to kill Gothmog the Balrog by stabbing him with a spike on his helmet and then throwing them both into a fountain)

Amrod (in one version he was asleep on the Swan-ships when Fëanor set them on fire) Celebrimbor (refused to give Sauron the location of the Three Rings, so Sauron tortured him to death, shot him full of arrows, and displayed his corpse as a war banner in front of his relatives) Aredhel (killed by a poisoned javelin thrown by her husband Eöl) Fëanor (fought with several Balrogs almost alone and received mortal wounds, and his body fell to ashes as his spirit left him)

Thingol (insulted the Dwarves who had set the Silmaril in the Nauglamir for him, so they killed him) Finwë (killed by Morgoth while defending Fëanor's house. In some versions his head is said to have been crushed.) Orodreth (listened to Túrin's counsel about the bridge of Nargothrond, which caused it to be discovered and lead to his death) Beleg (tried to free Túrin and was mistaken and killed by him for an Orc)

Mîm (killed by Húrin for his betrayal of Túrin) Fingolfin (rode out to duel Morgoth alone after Dagor Bragollach) Gorlim (betrayed Barahir's outlaws to Sauron in exchange for being set free to be with his wife; Sauron then killed him since his wife was already dead) Dior (refused to give up the Silmaril which led the Fëanorians to attack Doriath)

Ungoliant (had many spider children including Shelob and eventually ate herself when her hunger grew too great) Míriel (spent her spirit in giving birth to Fëanor and then bound herself to stay in Mandos forever) Maeglin (laid hands on Idril during the Fall of Gondolin and was thrown from the walls by Tuor) Maedhros (cast himself into a fiery chasm after he was burned by the Silmaril. I really don't think it can have been any named volcano but "gaping chasm filled with fire" does fit the technical definition of "volcano") Glorfindel (fought a Balrog on a mountain pass who dragged him off the cliff to his death by his hair)

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Thanks for playing! Remember to never 1v1 a Balrog, love not too well the work of your hands, never swear any oaths, and always listen to your wife.

[shepscapades]

YOU.

UMMMMMM

[dollvoid0000]

This one slams you against the wall, knee buried in the cracked splinters of your abdomen. This one was not made for gentleness. It knows how to kill you for it knows how to snuff out itself, and if Purpose will keep us entangled like an eagle and snake, this one will keep digging into your porcelain, into your very core, digging to find itself in you smashing its head against you, and then you will roll with it down onto the ground, fractured remains as a wartorn lovebed.

Ball-jointed hand clasped in ball-jointed hand, this one will wait for either of our handlers, witches, fellow dolls to rescue, salvage, separate these bodies. And when the next morning's sun flitters across yours and this one's kintsugi scars, that fire will trace out the love between us.

when combat dolls from opposing factions flirt, there is inherently more homoeroticism between them. dolls from the same or allied factions can flirt, but they usually result in soft non-"combat" relationships.

[thesilvercondor-main]

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