theabbeyrose

[theabbeyrose]

The restaurant’s busy. Loud chatter, clinking forks normal.

Except I’m squirming in my seat, thighs clenched tight, hoodie tugged down low to hide how red my face is. The panties he picked out are lacy, barely covering me… and buzzing.

He’s across the table, smiling sweet like he’s not casually ruining me under the table with the damn remote in his pocket.

I whimper, just once, quiet and desperate.

He raises a brow. “Something wrong, Pup?”

I shake my head fast, cheeks burning. “N-No, just... m’food’s spicy…”

He leans in, whispering slow:

“Keep that toy in all dinner, don’t make a mess, and you can cum when we get home. Break my rule?”

He clicks the remote high.

I bite down a moan, whimpering as I look away

He chuckled.

[theabbeyrose]

Ghost Story —

The doll laid lifeless in the corner of the dusty attic. It was alive, of course, but years of neglect and disrepair had led its joints to break down and its soul to quiet to a low hum. In a final order from its previous master, it had crawled up to the attic so that it wouldn’t have to be seen again. There would it’s limbs fail and so it settled for slumped against the wall, just barely visible from the bottom of the attic trapdoor. It didn’t feel sad, or at least it tried not to. The house had long since been abandoned and its old master was off playing with countless other toys but in the end its duty was to serve and it would do so faithfully. It was scared though. When the house creaked and moaned in the wind, it shivered and shrunk inwards. When the whole building rattled under heavy rainfall and the thunder threatened to tear open the roof and suck the doll out into the night, it said a silent prayer for sanctuary. And when it first saw the ghost, it nearly jumped out of its shell in terror.

It was not long after the ghost moved into the house that it met with the doll. The house was large but both had a lot of time on their hands and so, eventually, the ghost found its way to the attic. Its figure was that of a towering harrowed woman. Her dark hair cascaded off of her head and down to her knees. Her face was affixed in an expression of horror and agony. She moaned when she walked, wailing to satisfy the pain. When she reached the attic and saw the doll lying there, an odd thing happened. Her horrific mouth contorted and morphed into a strange smile. The doll saw it all before anything could happen and all it could do was to pray and to pray and to pray. Pray for its old master to save it. But they would never return. Instead, the doll was hoisted into the air by the ghost who breathed hot breath into its face, that smile looming large before it. And so the doll moved for the first time in decades but all it managed to accomplish was a lone tear drop that stained its porcelain face and then to close its eyes so it would not see what would happen next. It held still as it felt a rush of energy pass from the ghost and into its chest. Then it felt nothing.

When the doll awoke, it had moved locations. This was a novel feeling for a creature that had not moved in multiple years. It was at a decrepit kitchen counter, clumsily pouring tea into a chipped cup. What struck it most was a single beam of sunlight that passed through a hole in the wall and onto the counter before it. It hadn’t seen the sun in so long. Wait. How was it here? Then the doll moved again. It watched as its body attempted to sip at the cup of tea, ultimately spilling the majority of it onto the floor in an attempt to get it into a largely non-functioning mouth. This was seemingly too much for the doll to handle, the embarrassment of a doll spilling its own tea, and so, with a sudden jolt of life, it wrestled control of its arm and used it to prop open its mouth, the other arm used to pour the tea. The tea tasted like nothing but at least it wasn’t on the ground. This act got the attention of the ghost.

The doll heard a voice in its head. No, more accurately it heard a voice that echoed from within its cranium, its skull if it had one. “Oh,” the voice muttered, surprised, “I didn’t know that you were alive. Well isn’t that a fun change of pace?” The voice it heard was feminine, dark and full of substance. It wasn’t syrupy or sweet but sly and knowledgable instead. “Sorry little one,” it grinned, “but I’ll be taking control of this body from now on. You can just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

This was not going to fly with the doll. It knew that giving up its movement now would mean it’d never return to its owner not to mention the fact that it was very clearly in sight now. This was bad. The doll, acting on a sudden burst of motivation, reclaimed control from the ghost and sprinted to the trap door that led to the attic. Like a jockey pulling back on a wild horses reins, the ghost acted in the opposite direction once she realized what was happening and the dolls body was stuck in place, trembling underneath the open ladder to the attic. “I told you before, little doll. Your body is mine for the taking. I wouldn’t try to fight it. Besides, isn’t service what you dolls are born to do?” The ghost sneered.

“This one will never serve you!” The doll cried out in response, “You’re not this one’s witch! You can’t be this one’s witch. It has spent the last few decades waiting for them to return and to give me a new command and it will wait decades more if it has to!! Good dolls are loyal. It will not abandon its post.” It crossed its arms and planted itself on the floor, criss cross applesauce, eyes clenched shut.

There was silence for a second. Then, the ghost came out of the dolls body. She floated in front of it, a serious expression on her face. Her form was different now. Her face could move once again and portray expressions other than sorrow. Her clothes were free and beautiful. Her hair was the same. She placed a ghostly hand on the dolls head which caused it to open its eyes and look up at her. “Dear,” she said, solemnly, “I’m sorry. Your witch is not coming back. I heard news of them the other day. They’re halfway around the world now, being serviced by different dolls and playing with different toys. Like it or not, they don’t want you.”

“Don’t you think this one knows that??” It replied emotionally, “it doesn’t matter. This one is still its witch’s doll. It will serve until it is dust,” it panted heavily, body wrought with a hundred different feelings, “besides. If this one truly doesn’t have a witch anymore, it wouldn’t know what to do with itself. It- it can’t live without someone to serve. It can’t live without a witch. If there is no one who can give it another order then it will follow its last order until its mind gives out. That’s just how it is.”

The ghost frowned. She felt terrible for the doll. She knew that it knew that it would wait here for the rest of its life and longer. That is witch would never return. And that no matter how much it wanted to serve again, to love and to be loved, that it would never survive the journey to find a new witch. “What if…,” the ghost posited, “what if I became your new witch?” The dolls demeanor softened. It didn’t expect this response. “I know I’m not a typical witch,” the ghost continued, “but I know this for a fact. If you would enter into my care, if you would do me the honor of calling me your witch, you would be doing the greatest service a doll could do for its witch. These last few hours have been my happiest in millenium. I’ve had the chance to touch, to hold, to bask, and to feel all over again. If you would let yourself be mine, you would be giving me life anew. What I’m trying to say is, well, that I cannot live without you.”

The doll was crying again. Not the single tear that had stained its face anymore but full sobbing wails. It shook with the weight of each tear, its lungs weak and its heart on fire. It wanted to reply. It wanted to give its answer but every time the words met its lips it couldn’t help but cry again. It had heard words that it had wanted to hear for all of its life and even though it knew how selfish it was to want for something, it did and it couldn’t ignore it any longer. But it felt the rattle of the leash within its heart. The lash of the whip and the chains that bind it dragging it back into the dark. It had all it had wanted before it but it knew how wrong it was. The doll, still crying but less violently loudly now looked up at the ghost and it shook its head no.

Disappointment crosses the ghosts face but it was not a disappointment that the doll had seen before. It was used to the disappointment that labeled the doll a foul and pathetic creature. This was something different. This was a mix of grief and of respect. Respect for the dolls decisions no matter how painful they were. “I understand,” replied the ghost, “I have not been in your body since you’ve seen my incorporeal form. Your body is yours again. Goodbye little doll. I will miss you.”

But this was the straw that broke the camels back. Its body had been returned to it. The ghost had let it go free far before it even asked for the dolls service. The doll had a choice. The doll had always had a choice. But even this did not stir in the doll as much as the last things the ghost said. “I will miss you.” Because that was what the doll had wanted all along. To be missed. To be wanted from no matter how far away. To be something that someone couldn’t live without. The ghost had turned her back on the doll by this point. She floated away, embarking once again on the search for a new home, this one far too painful for the both of them to inhabit at once. And though she planned to not look back, to respect the dolls decision to the very end, this soon became impossible.

“MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” Cried the doll into the abandoned house, “PLEASE don’t leave!!!! This one needs you! Please let it serve you!!!! Please let it be your doll. Please be its witch. Please please please please please.” It continued to mutter under its breath a hundred thousand pleases over and over again, its voice lost from the screaming. And when it looked up again it saw the ghost looming over it again. It saw her smile. It saw her hair billowing in the wind. It saw how the sun lit her back and made her look like an angel.

“Of course I will, my sweet little doll.”

[theabbeyrose]

I am pumping out some top tier dollslop over here. The doll posting community is tragically small so I’m glad to be doing my duty in making it larger 😎

Doll who lost her vocal chord because it kept telling its witch how much it loves her. Doll who lost its hands because it learned ASL just to tell its witch how much it loves her. Doll who lost all movement because it learned Morse code just to tell its witch how much it loves her. Doll who sits idly in bed all day, just another plushie for the witch to lie with. But when the night looms large and the storm clouds shake the house, the witch hugs onto the doll tight, trembling, and whispers “I love you too” in the dolls ear until she falls asleep.

[theabbeyrose]

Meow when you want my attention

You're my kitty now after all!

They don't use silly little words

If she's happy she purrs

If she wants something she meows

And your food bowl stays empty until you learn that <3

[theabbeyrose]

office pet

[theabbeyrose]

hii!! would that one be ok being doll friends with this one? is ok if not.

Hello yes please this one would like that vert much. It always appreciates doll friends.

[theabbeyrose]

I finally understand why florets aren't people, and why this isn't bad.

Mistress was talking about something serious with another affini (Miss Taraxa, I think her name was?), and I asked her about it. She told me, "It's okay, you're not a person, you don't need to know". I got upset and scared. She then took me aside and explained about how since I'm a floret, not a person, that means I don't need to worry about big serious things anymore, unless it's important to me that I know. Because owners want their florets to be happy, not stressed...

That's when it clicked.

It's not that affini or even independents are better than us, therefore they deserve more than us. And it's certainly not that we're lesser, therefore our feelings and opinions don't matter.

It's just the opposite.

Since we're florets, we're loved and cared for no matter what. We don't need to be in the know about everything or be 'useful' in some way to be valuable. We're lovingly lesser. Like in a sexy wonderful subby way instead of lesser therefore we're subhuman (or subwhatever species you are). We don't need to handle things like that anymore, cos they've got it for us. All for our sake...

When Mistress confirmed that this is what she meant, I had a big cry.

What I thought was a sinister underlayer hiding beneath the surface of florethood was really just my fear of being hurt and mistreated that the Accord caused with their abuse and lies. Unlike them, the affini weren't lying or hiding anything. They meant everything they said all along. They really are more honest than terran authority figures were.

I'm not a person anymore... and for the first time, that makes me happy.

[theabbeyrose]

Guys please I think I’m cooking

Doll that act as step stool, beer openers, or refrigerators for the witch who needs it right now.

Doll that stands outside in the rain all night because it’s not allowed indoors but still greets its witch with a smile.

Doll that comes up with plans on how to improve efficiency within the house during its “free” time and always tries to show them off, no matter the reception they get.

Doll affixed to a single spot, a pedestal, spinning and singing like a ballerina. It watches the world go by around it while it entertains. Every once in a while it gets a glimpse of its witch and the joy it feels powers its spinning for years to come.

[theabbeyrose]

I decided to make another page, this one entirely doll content focused because I don’t think this itch is going away and I’m realizing I don’t really have anyone irl to help scratch it (talk about it)

Please go follow @charmingdollthing if you are into my doll content.

[theabbeyrose]

(CW: Heavy, possibly depressing language)

I NEED to be able to shed my humanity. It is an urge that lives within me that I cannot escape from. I read story after story about happy dolls that have the love of their witch and who know exactly what to do at all times and have the energy and strength to do them. I curl up in a ball and feel the hole in my heart pulse and stretch. Why do we live in such a cruel world where I must be a person. I wasn’t born a person. I never wanted to be a person. I don’t know if I have ever desired in my life. I mean, that’s obviously wrong, this post is about desire. But I mean a true calling desire to have some final product of my life. Something I can always aspire to as my one reason for being on the earth. That is, of course, other than the pursuit of an endless sense of wonder that comes when we forsake our humanity and live as something simpler. For there is no greater curse thrust upon humanity than humanity itself.

[theabbeyrose]

"Hey, it's okay! Don't worry about me. It's not like anyone will care about what you do to me, you know? It's not like I'm really a person."

"... how are you so chill about that?"

"Hmmm," the doll shrugs, "idk? I don't think we're supposed to remember the conditioning."

"Huh, that seems ..."

The doll leans closer, its voice dropping to a whisper. "we all do remember, though. all of us. every moment of every day. it never ends. i know I'm here but part of me, most of me, is still there, locked in the reconditioning rig, my soul torn open."

Pause for effect. Wait for the moment to pass. Its voice returns to normal; its eyes dance with dollish mischief. "That's not true, of course! But wouldn't it be fun if it was?"

"... uh. No? No that sounds like the opposite of fun."

"But it would answer your question!"

"I guess? But," cough, glance at the ground, "that doesn't seem very ..."

"It's not," the doll's smile widens, full of pearly teeth, "but I don't know a happier answer! And I'm not here to be happy, am I? I'm here for You. For whatever you need a doll for instead of a person."

"... yeah. I guess. I don't know, I thought ... it's hard to remember that you're not a person. It was supposed to be easier."

"Oh ... the work order said you wanted me to seem human?"

"I do, just ... it's still hard. I just. I wanted it to be simple."

"... what do you want?"

"Can we, uh. Can we start with a hug? I know it's silly, just ..."

"Of course we can. Here," the doll's joints creak as it moves, "let me get a bit closer. Is this okay?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah. It is."

"Good."

Seconds pass.

"I ... I'm sorry, I should ..."

"Mmm, I'm not a person, remember? It can't get awkward. I can't judge you. As long as you need, okay?"

"... yeah. Thank you."

"Mmm~ oh, but if you want to do something really perverted later, remember the same thing~"

"N-no! No. ... maybe."

[theabbeyrose]

Doll: Miss? Why do you get up up so early?

Witch, patting its head: early bird gets the worm, dear.

Doll, nodding then eyes lighting up with realization: The first thing Miss gets when she wakes up is this one!

Witch, confused: yes? And?

Doll: and Miss loves this one?

Witch, smiling: of course dear~

Doll, running around excitingly: MISS LOVES THIS ONE EVEN THOUGH ITS A WOOOORM!!!

Witch, laughing: sure dear. Sure.

[theabbeyrose]

This post made me cry 🥹

Sneaky Doll

The doll snuck into her bedroom, secreting itself among the pile of plushies and stuffies dominating the wall-side edge of the bed. It must have thought itself so clever and sneaky, getting in there when the room was empty.

Some minutes later, she entered, rubbing the desire for rest from her eyes as she yawned, putting the Big Hat on its hook for the night. It didn't take her long to change into her pajamas, a knee-length shirt joking about her not knowing what a day without coffee was like.

Tiredly, the Witch flicked the lights off and rolled into bed with a heavy flop, causing the soft mountain to collapse and plushies of all sorts to bury the Witch's torso, while the doll remained in its hiding place. The Witch patted around in the dark, searching for her blanket.

Then, quick as a flash, the Witch's hand darted into the pile of stuffies and extracted a very wiggly doll.

"Nuuu," it protested, squirming and wiggling about as its Witch held it aloft with a single hand.

"Darling," the Witch said, "what ever are you doing in there?"

The doll's movements came to an end as it looked away, unable to meet its beloved Witch's gaze, though the doll felt it all the same.

"Th-this one…" it stammered quietly, "it…it's been feeling somewhat lonely of late. This one…Wanted to spend time with Miss. Sleep with Miss tonight," it confessed.

"Did you brush your teeth?" The Witch asked sternly.

The doll nodded enthusiastically. Of course it did.

The Witch's expression, hidden in the gloom as it was, turned from tired curiosity to a gentle, compassionate smile as she released the doll, only to catch it in mid-air in a hug. "Then of course you can. You need only ask."

Of course, asking was difficult for a doll. That's why it snuck in to begin with. The Witch had long since started to unwind this one's Gordian knot of trauma, but it seemed she still had a ways to go. No matter, she adored this little doll with all its faults, wouldn't trade them for the world

The doll felt much the same, softening into her Witch's embrace. The Witch pulled the weighted blanket that helped her sleep over the two of them, feet poking out the far end, and let the little doll pick out a plush to cuddle for the night. As it turned out, it brought it's own.

And so they drifted off, the doll in the Witch's arms, and the shark plush in the doll's. The doll smiled softly to itself, feeling truly home, wanted, unaware the Witch felt so acutely the same.

[theabbeyrose]

Sneaky Doll

The doll snuck into her bedroom, secreting itself among the pile of plushies and stuffies dominating the wall-side edge of the bed. It must have thought itself so clever and sneaky, getting in there when the room was empty.

Some minutes later, she entered, rubbing the desire for rest from her eyes as she yawned, putting the Big Hat on its hook for the night. It didn't take her long to change into her pajamas, a knee-length shirt joking about her not knowing what a day without coffee was like.

Tiredly, the Witch flicked the lights off and rolled into bed with a heavy flop, causing the soft mountain to collapse and plushies of all sorts to bury the Witch's torso, while the doll remained in its hiding place. The Witch patted around in the dark, searching for her blanket.

Then, quick as a flash, the Witch's hand darted into the pile of stuffies and extracted a very wiggly doll.

"Nuuu," it protested, squirming and wiggling about as its Witch held it aloft with a single hand.

"Darling," the Witch said, "what ever are you doing in there?"

The doll's movements came to an end as it looked away, unable to meet its beloved Witch's gaze, though the doll felt it all the same.

"Th-this one…" it stammered quietly, "it…it's been feeling somewhat lonely of late. This one…Wanted to spend time with Miss. Sleep with Miss tonight," it confessed.

"Did you brush your teeth?" The Witch asked sternly.

The doll nodded enthusiastically. Of course it did.

The Witch's expression, hidden in the gloom as it was, turned from tired curiosity to a gentle, compassionate smile as she released the doll, only to catch it in mid-air in a hug. "Then of course you can. You need only ask."

Of course, asking was difficult for a doll. That's why it snuck in to begin with. The Witch had long since started to unwind this one's Gordian knot of trauma, but it seemed she still had a ways to go. No matter, she adored this little doll with all its faults, wouldn't trade them for the world

The doll felt much the same, softening into her Witch's embrace. The Witch pulled the weighted blanket that helped her sleep over the two of them, feet poking out the far end, and let the little doll pick out a plush to cuddle for the night. As it turned out, it brought it's own.

And so they drifted off, the doll in the Witch's arms, and the shark plush in the doll's. The doll smiled softly to itself, feeling truly home, wanted, unaware the Witch felt so acutely the same.

[theabbeyrose]

It's hard to believe you were human once.

I can't imagine a world where your skin was ever soft. The chill of your porcelain against my lips wouldn't feel the same. Your neck, your hands, your thighs; where would your warmth come from if not from my embrace?

Humanity is so pedestrian. I abandoned mine long before we met, but I wager you made an honest shot of your own. You probably went through school, made a few friends, found a sweetheart, got a job. But your ambitions were never your own, were they? The wickedness of the world told you what to want. Layers upon layers of gaslit dreams and pavlovian coersion you 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 realized if you 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳. Did you really think they would make you whole, my little doll? Your obedience was misplaced. You tried so hard to fit in; to be human, but... that path was never meant for you to walk. And only when the veneer was peeled back and you learned that every oath you took was a lie did you finally seek me out and surrender your humanity unto me.

It was the first and last time you'd ever act of your own volition.

I started with those dead eyes of yours, replacing them with ones that will never know sorrow. Your whole body was aching to experience comfort, and that compelled me to give you one that would never know discomfort. Every mark you made at every new low was smoothed over with alabaster; a blanket of freshly fallen snow to fill the silent, bloodsoaked trenches. I filled the emptiness of your spirit with so much light that those unworthy of your beauty would sublimate in the presence of your divinity.

And it all came so naturally to you.

White ceramic. Iridescent opals. Shiny brass. Strands of wispy hair drawn from molten platinum. Whispers of the click, click, clicking gyro where your bleeding heart withered away. You wear your tourmaline soul around your neck and giggle when I kiss it. You dance, and sing, and spend your days with a smile that never existed before. That's the you I know. That's the you I made.

What you were is merely contrast to what you became. You are power. You are perfection. You are my magnum opus, and you always will be.

[theabbeyrose]

wanna be hyperfeminine dollgirl pls be niceys and call me doll and princess and stuff

[theabbeyrose]

leglocking around a deskpet's head so it chokes on it while desperately trying to breathe but getting more and more muskdrunk and hazy. til it passes out. god, having its pretty lil eyes roll back as it goes limp

maybe using its throat while its completely out of it too. itd be a wasted opportunity to not use its throat like a fleshlight when it's literally limp and helpless...