workshopwitch

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Questioning if dolls should have internet access

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Witch who's collection of dolls are small despite her many years because all her dolls are princesses she kidnapped and made into dolls. I think that would be quite neat.

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maids are a type of maid

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the normal urge to be an object in someone's collection

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it fell off the bed in the night. it waits to be noticed, picked up, brushed off, put back in place.

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dolllllidarity forevvvvver

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If I could make the line between therapeutic fiction and reality a bit thinner-- I have been finding myself diving deeper into the online witch persona due to recent events. Not even as much the most recent culmination of the last year, but every step of the last year decaying I look back and see times I became further invested in the witch posting and dollfiction as a whole. I think on what the idea really means to me, why it feels so comforting, and why I feel so natural when I let myself immerse my whole being into the fiction. No one is born into being a doll or witch or whatever persona that helps us navigate our lives. We all just see ourselves being those things in the mirror one day. For some reason or another after so much pain it just becomes natural for those like us to want to just forget. The mundane pains of being a human are things we would rather not hold in our minds and whether we wish for more or less control of our lives we find ourselves devoting much of our time to these circles of fiction as a way to forget and overwrite that pain with that of being a doll or witch. There's a sort of magic in this way we use fiction. I see what has become of my life and think on what is now absent and consider what it is that drew me to such fiction in the first place. I consider what elements of my life do truly bring me happiness and what may be considered excess that I can do without. I need control over my own life, I need to feel I have power in my own life, and I need to feel I can use that control and power as a means to help others. It may seem silly but with these things in mind the grief on my shoulders feels as light as a feather, just noticeable enough but no longer crushing me into helplessness. Whether I like it or not I'll always be a Witch of some sort, and sometimes you really do need to let yourself be a little unwell to help yourself become better as a whole.

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onward

a doll.

and it refused to give up.

unconquerable. indomitable. inviolate. invincible.

why?

because there's someone worth striving for among all the cruelties of the world.

someone worth persisting for.

someone worth existing for.

and so it continues onward.

onward ever onward.

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How to help.

The witch hears crying inside her house.

She rushes through, searching for the Source -

And she finds her doll, curled into a ball, holding its head.

Immediately she drops to her doll's side, propping it up against her, wrapping her arms around it.

Its sobbing waxes and wanes, without regard for her presence.

She doesn't know what to do, how to help -

But she's here for her doll.

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Let's start with something easy.

Once, you were someone. You were a person, or at least you thought you were. Everyone around you certainly seemed to think you were, and surely they knew better than you.

There were cracks in the assumption, of course, ugly oozing places where your thoughts' pastel slime dripped and stunk and dried into a bright painful crust. Places where sunlight rotted. That was normal, though. It had to be normal. Because if it wasn't …

But, well.

It wasn't.

And oh, how that hurt! How you struggled against the truth! A thorny briar, a barbed-wire snare, its fangs dripping with poison, its smile promising nothing but gnawing hunger. It tore you to shreds. You tore yourself to shreds to escape your self, and you failed, more's the pity. All that suffering when you could have just given in.

At least those tattered shards left space for something else to grow; for it to creep in through the mirror, through the empty places in your thoughts, on wings as soft as breath and as fragile as moonlight. Space to be, not someone, but yourself.

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It's odd how becoming a witch feels like how one remembers being a doll. One day you just Are and that was that. From then on it was what you were meant to be, and to stray from it was just an illusion until life so sorely reminds you yet again: This is what you are and always will be.

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Doll

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Massive apologies for inactivity, my doll was visiting me for the week and I was preoccupied enjoying its company while it was Still beside me the whole time <3

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Come on, flip the doll, Miss

You're not gonna regret it. The payoff is huge! I turned myself into a doll, Miss! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a doll. What do you think about that? I turned myself into a doll! W-what are you just staring at me for, Miss? I turned myself into a doll, Miss!

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Alive, Healthy, Happy

A fussy witch.

Everyday, she bothers her doll with wanting it to take care of itself.

Be careful around crowds, be careful around roads, always wear a mask, make sure to disinfect everything when returning from an excursion outside, hold the handrail when traversing stairs, make sure to have it's center of mass leaning forward so that it can fall on its hands more easily, take care of its health - these and so so much more.

And the doll listens to every single one!

Or, at least, it tries its best!

It's its witch's way of showing her love, after all.

She wants it alive and healthy and happy.

That more than anything else.

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Inspired by Io!

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instinct.

you can take the combat doll out of combat. but you cannot take the combat out of the combat doll.

that primal instict, the desire to kill, will always be there. it's not the doll's fault. it was simply manufactured that way. it was made to hurt. to maim. to kill. to slaughter. to eradicate and annihilate.

in some twisted way, it brings the doll a sense of peace. it does not want to hurt anyone, but killing is in its nature. there is comfort to be found in the hunt, as that was what it was designed for. even when given a new shell, steel replaced with porcelain and its practical uniform traded for a layered dress, has it really changed? if this one is safe now, why does it still wish to kill?

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oh to be a beloved doll puppeted about by a caring owner