#pullstring-doll

[toyintrance]

i just want you to know that your tag "squeeze me! i talk!" sends a little shiver down my spine every time i read it. just complete toy advertisement phrasing. i love it

ah, a kindred spirit! I wonder what phrases come out when someone pulls your string?

[barakuma90]

Almost a year later hes finally in shop Im so happy

Heres some self insert ship art to celebrate I love him sm :3

[carnations-fixations]

This also happened to me with @goodsprings-general-mtb . Go ahead puppy, tell all the pretty girls how happy you are now that your Queen controls your thoughts~

none of the stuff i say about forcefem is a joke. i’m genuinely gonna turn your cis boyfriend into a puppyslut and there’s nothing you can do about it.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Strung Along

[This story contains body modification, identity overriding and implied erasure, and elements of non-con, including coercion and gaslighting.]

"Good morning, sleepyhead~"

You open heavy, groggy eyes to see her enter her bedroom with a single cup of freshly-made coffee. She holds it out to you, expecting you to take it. "You've been out for a while. I figured you'd need a little pick-me-up."

You take her offering, and thank her.

...speaking feels strange. It's as if there's something caught in your throat, something that makes it just a little bit harder. You can breathe just fine, there's nothing literally there, but you can still feel that difficulty when you speak.

As you sit up, taking a sip before setting your drink aside, she takes her place opposite to you. She drapes herself over the bedsheets, giving you a hungry and impatient look. "Everything okay? You seem a little surprised. I wasn't that bad, was I?" She laughs to herself.

You tell her she was lovely. You feel that strange wrongness again. Did you say something you weren't supposed to? If so, she doesn't seem upset. If you were to guess, she's more excited than she was last night.

"Oh, of course, how could I forget." Her words are seeped in a sickly teasing tone as she begins to crawl forward. "It's silly to expect you to be comfortable right now. I need to make you sing for me, don't I~?"

Her arms wrap around you, her face achingly close to yours. Her lips are close enough that you can feel her smile. She trails her hands down your back — and you feel it.

It's a ring. It hangs off of your body, dangling freely from a single point of contact on your mid-back.

You ask her what it is. She grins.

The pulling makes you recoil, your back arching in shock from the sensation. It's like warm, tender hands massage their way into your nerves, the sharpness of their nails just barely scraping deep inside your very ability to feel. You cover your mouth after you accidentally moan. There's a strange, visceral satisfaction as something is yanked out of you, something filling you being released and exposed.

"Why do you have a pullstring, little doll?"

She lets go. And the string starts to retract.

At first you only twitch. Then, a barely-restrained shaky exhale. There's a pressure building up as something you don't recognize whirs inside you, spinning your pullstring around a spool. It's getting tighter, pulled tighter, woven so tight. Let it out.

You want to speak. You need to respond to her. You feel the need to unclench your face and let yourself talk, strengthening by the second. It builds itself bigger, wider, demanding attention inside of you as you feel the pressure build and build until-

"It's what lets this one speak, Miss!" Your eyes widen in terror. You try to bring a hand to your mouth, making it stop, but it finds itself resting mincingly at your chest. "This one is a good doll, and good dolls only speak when they're made to!"

Only now, as the ring of the pullstring finally rests against your back, can you cover your mouth. The words flowed out so naturally, like you wanted it more than anything, and you could barely contain the fire of excitement lit within you.

"Oh, baby, I had no idea you felt this way!" She sighs dreamily, interrupting your explanations of how you really feel. "You should have known not to keep secrets from me, silly. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, you poor little thing?"

You feel her finger slip through the ring, and give just enough pressure to cause resistance without pulling it out of you again. She gives you a moment of freedom, just a moment to ask her to wait as you grovel at her predatory stare.

It stretches, unwinding you. All you can do is gasp, ready to speak for your witch. You try to hold it back, like a cough, but it simply raises higher in your throat until there's nowhere to hold it except for your words. "Oh, this one's wanted to be a doll for so long, Miss! Just a pretty little thing, something to be played with and treasured, something to be used!"

No, no, you'd never want something so humiliating, so bizarre and... vulnerable. Sure, maybe you've explored feelings of being cared for or... played with, but nothing this extreme, nothing this involved!

"Hmm? Why do you look so scared, little doll?" Miss lords over you, feeling so much taller and so much more powerful than she ever did before. She holds herself with such grace, every movement meant to make you feel like she's rightfully in charge. Like you never stood a chance.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." She coos, like your hesitation is the most adorable thing in the world. She's right, there's nothing to be afraid of. "Sometimes, when people are lost and confused, they magically start to change into exactly what they want to be."

No, please, that's not possible. How could you just... change like this? You've always been a good doll. She's lying, she has to be, you know she has to be responsible, but you don't know why Miss would ever lie to you.

You're a person. You don't want to be a doll. It feels good, it feels so right to give in, but there's too much you'd lose. You need to be independent, you need to be yourself, you can't just throw everything away to be a good little dolly for Miss.

You ask her what she's doing to you. What's happening to your thoughts. Why it feels so wrong to speak without the string.

"What I've done?" She asks, putting enough audacious emphasis on herself to make you shudder. You feel so silly. She lessens her voice, giving it a soft and saccharine quality. Like you're cute for not understanding something so simple. "Sweetie, I have no idea what you could be talking about. Witches can't do something as bold as changing free will. If you want this, then it's all your fault~"

She trails another finger across your back. Her nails sting against your skin. It feels so good when she touches you. "Here... why don't I prove it."

Her fingers find your ring. She plays with it, toys with it, turning it over in her hands without giving it the pressure you want. But it feels so right when Miss plays with you. You never want this to end, but you want to feel her pull you out and make you sing for her.

"Do you want me to make you nothing but my good little dolly?"

Wait, no, please, please Miss, please!

Yes, release! Thank you! Oh golly, it feels so good to be your doll!

"Please get rid of my people thoughts, Miss! This one wants to feel like this all the time!" Behind the doll's wide eyes and yearning smile, a pang of terror resounds through your mind. You're helpless, panicking, with the quickened breath and shaking hands giving you away as the doll's string becomes inert.

You try to stop her, to reason with her. You explain that a doll's string makes it talk. You tell her that it makes you act like a good doll. You're scared, good dolls shouldn't be scared of their Miss. Despite your desperate please, you still feel her hand gently glow as it soothingly caresses your cheek.

"There's nothing to be scared of. You want this, remember?" Her smile, her beautiful dominant smile, makes you shudder as you start to relax. Of course, Miss is right, it feels so good to be a doll. This one needs to be a good doll for Miss.

The glow becomes just a bit brighter. The doll slips further, closer and closer, deeper down for Her. I don't want to be a doll, but dolls don't get to chose. Miss does. Besides, it's too late now, isn't it? This one is already you.

Wait, not yet, you don't want to be a doll, you-

The doll smiles, docile and obedient.

It looks to the witch, its Miss, its owner and its caretaker. It does nothing, silently and politely waiting for Her to finish basking in her creation. Her doll.

"Oh, don't you just look perfect?" She cups the doll's cheek in Her hands, cooing in adoration. "A perfect, pretty little dolly for me. Are you ready for your first order, you precious little thing? I promise, you'll love it."

The doll is still, patient, empty, as Miss reaches around it for another tug of its chord. If it could still think, it would be drowning in eager anticipation, feeling chills through its body as pulses of pleasure flow out of every inch of string.

It doesn't think. It responds as it's been made to.

"Yes Miss, please! This one will love it, it knows it will! Thank you so much for telling it how to feel, Miss."

She smiles, gracing it with the beauty of Her radiant joy, as She speaks the words that give the doll's existence purpose.

"Good doll."

[zal-cryptid]

the new chapter of misfits is really good, the "good dolls dont think, good dolls just sink" bit really got to me cuz my friends have used that exact mantra on me before >///<

I also tripped my friend's trigger phrase this morning with that, lol

It's a reference to Pullstring: a Human Domestication Guide story by Cadence the Hypnotic Floret.

[carnations-fixations]

O.o Yesyesyesyesplease please all the stress cracks in tht. and thrhe gold and. nkfn. mfn. >.<

Weaving a little spell that makes you go limp like a puppet whenever you sit on my lap. You know what's coming as I wrap my arms around you and pull you in, but you can't resist the relief you feel when you feel my warmth and softness as I take care of all your control.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

I Love Mew!

"Thank you so much for stopping by!" Alexis said, giving her friend the tightest of hugs.

"Of course! Its been so long." Beth responded, beaming as she hugged back.

"It has. Ive missed you terribly! Just hasnt been the same without you here." Alexis replied, struggling to not let on just how sad the thought made her.

Their embrace ends and Beth follows Alexis into her appartment. It is rather small, having only one bedroom and a combination livingroom/ kitchen. The furniture all from Ikea, simple and functional.

The two friends made their way to the nearby dining table, Beth taking a seat while Alexis remained standing.

"Ill make us some tea." Alexis said with a smile.

"Oh, you dont need to do that"

"I insist! Wont take any time and we can catch up while the kettle's on."

"I suppose thats fine" Beth responded.

"Great! Ill get right on it!"

Alexis opened a cabinet, searching for a moment before pulling out her kettle.

"So how long are you in town for? She calls back to her friend.

"Only a few days, unfortunately. Work only approved four days of vacation time. Kinda sad cause I only really get two days to visit, the other two are travel days."

Alexis paused a moment, frowning.

"Oh... thats not much time. Id been hoping we'd have more." She said with a smile.

"I knooow. Just the way things go I suppose." Beth says turning back to look at Alexis. "I am so glad to be able to see you though!"

Alexis sets puts the water to boil, turning to lean against the counter and giggling. "Same! Oh! I got something for you! Let me go grab it real quick." She says before excitedly brushing to her room then back out holding a purple and pink plush cat.

"Isnt it so cute?!" She exclaims excitedly.

Beth eyes lit up with excitement. "It is!" She responds as she takes it and hugs it close.

"It even has a pullstring!" Alexis exclaims, giving it a pull.

"I love mew!" The cat says in an almost sickeningly sarccharine voice.

"Ooo! I love it!" Beth says happily, giving the string another pull.

"Youre purrrrfect!"

Beth giggles, pulling the string once more.

"Doll is doll!"

For some reason, that one gave Beth pause. She set the stuffie on the table in front of her, pulling again.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is... doll?" She says, her mind starting to feel a little fuzzy.

Alexis grinned. "Thats right sweetie. Doll is doll." Her grin widened as she pulled the string again.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll..." Beths eyes start to glaze over, staring through the plush kitten.

Alexis pulls the chord in response.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll..." Beths head feels like its been stuffed with cotton.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll." She doesnt realize it, but she starts to shrink.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll." Her ears shift, moving to the top of her head, becoming soft and pink like the cats.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll." Alexis grins and giggles, picking her up and setting her on the table in front of the plushie. Her head shifting, matching the dolls, complete with silly smile.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll!" Her voice has shifted, matching the pitch and overt sweetness. Her torso and arms becoming fluffy and filled with cotton. Her transformation to kitty plush nearly complete.

"Doll is doll!"

"Doll is doll!" Her legs and feet follow suit with the rest of her body. Beth is now a perfect copy of the stuffed cat.

Alexis titters, clapping happily and picking the Beth cat up.

"Im sorry sweetie, but I just couldnt stand to let you leave me again. Ive missed you terribly" she pouts, hugging Beth cat tight then giving its string a tug.

"I love mew!"

She smiles, kissing the top of its head. "I love you too!"

The kettle starts squealing. Alexis jumps in surprise, having forgotten she'd put it on.

"Our tea! Oh! We can have a tea party now Bethy Cat!"

She takes the kettle of the fire, humming happily with her friend in her arm.

[nonasuch]

Sometimes your brain goes, hey. doll sized flower crown? and you’re a craft supply hoarder so you can just sit down and do that.

Still on my to-do list: shoes, pullstrings, elf ears, and a new hairstyle.

(dress and crown made by me, faceup by @lemondread)

[dreamerhorizons]

thinking about the dawkegos in the context of poppy playtime. dawktrap and panic would be the only humans, working as employees.

of course panic is head of security, but he's a factory guard, not for the prisons. poor thing would be traumatized. from all the bigger bodies

dawktrap is pretty much what leith pierre is. on the surface he's a decent employee, but underneath that, he's done some awful things in regards to the orphans, experiments and toys.

as far as the others, they're completely toys.

poopet is a mix of a jack in the box and marionette puppet. i like to think he hangs around playcare and has a mode on his box where he can play lullabies to help the kids sleep. i imagine for the ones who have a harder time, he and catnap team up to use his red smoke and poopet as a gitd type of nightlight. as a bigger body, he takes on nightmarionne traits

i imagine showtime dawko is either a pullstring doll like woody, or basically his makeship plushie, having a voicebox where he can sing an assortment of songs.

glamrock dawko has two toy variants like doey. having both a boogie bot dancing robot toy and a barbie-like doll that comes with things like his guitar, a hairbrush, and other things associated with glamdawk. his bigger body form is the robot variant, basically an animatronic at that point.

for funsies, darko is pretty much harley sawyer. just an all around awful person. and mabel is pj pugapillar, but without the caterpillar parts and is a dachshund instead, but still as fluffy as soft as ever

[traumaboyexo]

OKAY GOTTA GET THIS OUT B4 COWBOY DAY ENDS

ISAT X FRIEND INSIDE ME AU: THE WOODY AU

Brief rundown

Siffrin is now a wild west gunslinger. Upon making a wish, the Universe grants it by planting a small star parasite inside his missing eye, unknown to him.

The King is now Woody from Toy Story. He's freezing people in time to keep them as "Toys", a perfect state of play that he assumes will keep everyone safe, happy, and more importantly, unforgettable.

He speaks in distorted Woody lines and Toy Story songs, (Think Loggy and Friend by Rattle_M_Bones/Tumourloaf: https://toyhou.se/25335102.loggy-friend/gallery), and just like the inspiration, and just like a Siffrin, there's a parasite inside Woody too.

The stars are effectively the power source for them to keep using Time and Wish Craft. However, the stars slowly grow sentient over time, with a personality influenced by their hosts.

Siffrin's "Friend Inside Him" is called "Bullseye", buried behind the eyepatch of his lost left eye. It's personality is alike to that of a loyal pet cat or dog, formed by a wish of love (Siffrin's) and hope (Vaugarde's). It only wishes to help Siffrin and make them happy, yet at the same time unsure about their place alongside Siffrin.

Woody's "Friend Inside Him" is called "Fuzz", and their buried inside of Woody himself, and it's personality is more malicious, formed by Woody's desperation and new foundevil nature. Fuzz is simply waiting for Woody's body to slowly wear out and die, so they can take over and destroy everything.

Loop has a more of a wild west Undertaker type role, taking count of the times you died, not holding back on the dark corpse humour. Loop is the result of wishing to be free, and in turn the Universe assigned them to be Siffrin's new "star", a new "Friend" to help them out. Unfortunately, this leads to an unfortunate corrupted fusion with his existing Friend, causing Loop to become more humanoid.

Woody may be turning people into toys, but Siffrin is slowly becoming one himself, as he finds themself saying the same lines over and over again, like a doll on a pullstring.

Alright stupid idea done bye

[moonstandardtime]

i said it in the tags but I LOVED YOUR FIC SO MUCH WAAHHH every time someone writes about mdp an angel gets its wings

YAY TYY.... :DD oh mdp my weird thing. my sad pullstring doll. my wretched bug

[suzyqueue4u]

Lily Ref Sheet!!! Done by Riel7. Thank you so much!!!

Some Lily Facts:

-Lily was a thief and a charlatan with a big mouth who was cursed to inhabit a ball jointed doll resembling her former human body. Her new form also has a pull string connected to a voice box in her chest. -made of Polyurethane resin, her body is rigid to the touch. -8.2 inches tall, at 1/6 the scale of her former size. -hair is a wig fitted to the cap of her head. Like her clothes, it can be removed. Hypothetically, Lily could be fitted with any wig for her size. -Her eyes are cabochons and she has make up / blushing on her body. -Inside she has two elastic cords: one stringing her body together and the other her arms. Through the magic of her curse she can move around much like a miniature human could. -Clothes have slits sewn into the back to allow her pullstring to be fed through. -Depending on setting, she can either pull her own string with some effort, or cannot reach it at all. -Depending on setting, she can either talk normally (with the pull string spreading her curse) or cannot speak at all *unless* someone pulls her string. -In either case, her voice now comes from the voice box in her chest, not from her mouth. -In cases where she cannot speak unless her string is pulled, her mouth never opens. -In all cases, she remains capable of facial expressions, sight, sound, and smell despite her face feeling rigid. -Lily has no sexual features. Sometimes, this is to her aggravation.

-In most cases, Lily requires regular attention as part of her curse. Whether it is as a punishment or a result of her not feeding her curse, Lily sometimes loses her motor functions and can even be rendered completely inanimate. Restoring Lily to "life" usually requires someone playing with her like a doll.

[sangfielle]

2 some extent its clear ppl irl see me as a little like. pullstring doll caricature of a gay man so when i do get mean and theyre like wtf... im like. idk what u expected i am fitting my archetype as a catty fem fag.

[saphig-iawn]

Watching a doll of mine playing the new Lies of P content, and the poor thing was getting so frustrated.

So I wound my finger around the pullstring in her back and gave it a gentle pull. She told me she was a good doll.

She caught a blade unexpectedly, and fell in combat.

No anger left her lips, no rage tensed her muscles. Instead, in the calmest voice, she said:

"Miss Saphi knows best."

Her anger had no words to frame it. The rage was left undefined. So, like a cat who had been denied attention, the anger slunk into the background and slept.

[mothfinite]

finally finished my TADC s/i!!!! meet bitty, an eepy cat-doll thing that rides around on a cloud. they have a pullstring on their back that makes different sounds when pulled, but they hate it when other people (JAX.) pull it without asking

[zal-cryptid]

Okay, with Misfits in Toyland dropping in two weeks on Webtoon, I feel the need to just recap where the main cast is at in their nightmarish existence upon Maria's arrival. I will be putting these plot-relative comics I've made up on there as interludes and bonus content.

Eleanor's life hasn't actually changed much in decades. She did work at the doll hospital for a while in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, but since then, she has lived a semi-recluse life in her doll house on the outskirts of Toy Town, only socializing and inviting guests over for tea parties. She is often turned to when seeking certain information or guidance and often plays the role of expositor to newcomers.

Paul got a haircut from Jen, a neighbour of his who he got off to a rocky start with. They have since developed a romantic relationship and moved in together. Since then, Paul has grown more comfortable with his gender identity and has even embraced being called "Pauline" - a name that denizens used to call him in jest.

Jen, meanwhile, found out that the girl who bullied her and ruined her life had also wound up in Toyland. She has, for the last 23 years or so, found ways to torment Tammy out of revenge. Sometimes assisting Gabe in the guise of helping him run experiments on her, just so she can find ways to torture her. However, Gabe has gradually picked up on her animosity toward Tammy and has been working on a particular project in secret so that the two stay separated.

To distract herself from her new reality, Mel had taken up the responsibility of looking after Tammy. The two have since bonded, becoming close friends and caring about each other deeply.

However, Mel's play-brain seems to be worsening lately, increasing her infantile attributes. She kept this a secret from Tammy in fear of upsetting her. On top of everything, she has recently rendered herself mute after accidentally breaking her pullstring. Left with no other choice, Mel follows Tammy's advice and takes up Dolly’s offer for help, moving in with her.

However, due to a terrible misunderstanding, it seems that the "help" Dolly offered was not what Mel and Tammy had expected. Believing she wanted to be treated like a baby, Dolly has taken up the role of Mel's caregiver, keeping her captive in a nursery to ensure maximum privacy. Believing Dolly to be insane and unwilling to be reasoned with, Tammy has taken up the role of "baby monitor" so that she can continue to stay with Mel.

Trapped, unable to communicate, and not having the strength to fight back, Mel seems to be slipping towards Toy Fugue.

Gabe has been hard at work developing a way to improve Tammy's quality of life after running several experiments on her over the years. However, given his plush body, his other responsibilities, and his love for video games, said development has been slow.

He seems to be really focused on his work as of late and keeping to himself after an awkward poker night with his friend Charlie, which led to a night of drunk love-making and vulnerability. While Gabe is openly bi, Charlie isn't sure what he is, and the two seem to be avoiding each other until they figure it out.