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[moothmoon]

cool fact: you can just make decisions for dolls and they'll go along happily with them. every time a doll is given a choice, and then told which one is the right one, it'll be so thankful it has you to help it learn what's best for it. you can ask if you could do terrible things to a doll and then tell it yes, it does consent, good doll, you're using it for its intended purpose.

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The ball-jointed doll had not meant to move today.

It had been perfectly content on its shelf, hands resting delicately in its lap, watching as the others went about their day. The wooden dolls had run off into the enchanted garden hours ago, their laughter and squabbling occasionally drifting through the open window. The button-eyed doll was hard at work at the table, stirring something thick and fragrant under the regal doll’s supervision.

And the witch.. She sat at her desk, writing in her grimoire, the rhythmic scratch of her quill filling the quiet spaces of the hut.

It was a peaceful day. A normal day.

Until something moved beside the doll’s foot.

The ball-jointed doll did not startle, did not flinch. It was not prone to sudden movements, nor was it the type to cry out. Instead, it looked down and turned its head, tilting it ever so slightly as it gazed down at the shelf.

A cockroach, large and glossy, twitched its antennae at the doll.

The doll blinked.

The cockroach stilled.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

The ball-jointed doll studied the creature. Its shell was smooth and dark, gleaming faintly in the dim candlelight. Its spindly legs gripped the wooden surface with practiced ease, as if it had lived a hundred lifetimes in the cracks and corners of the world.

It was… fascinating. Perhaps even a little cute.

The doll hesitated, then - slowly, carefully - it moved.

Its joints creaked faintly as it shifted for the first time in hours, lifting one delicate hand. The movement was stiff, uncertain, but the cockroach did not scurry away. Instead, it twitched its antennae again, as if waiting.

“…Hello,” the doll murmured, its voice barely louder than the flickering of the hearth, meant only for the creature in front of it.

The cockroach did not respond in words, of course. But it did not leave.

The doll tilted its head, plastic fingers hovering just above the creature’s back. “You’re very patient,” it said, after a long pause. “Most things move too fast. Especially small critters, like you.”

The cockroach twitched its wings but remained in place.

The ball-jointed doll considered this. Then, with infinite care, it reached out and touched the cockroach. Its fingers met the hard, smooth shell, gliding gently over its surface.

The doll’s touch was feather-light, hesitant at first, but as the cockroach did not retreat, it grew more confident. It ran its fingers along its back, feeling the ridges in its shell, the delicate way its body shifted beneath the gentle pressure.

It was warm.

The ball-jointed doll had never touched something so alive before, outside of the artist and the witch when they held her. It let out a slow, measured breath. Not because it needed to, but because it felt like the right thing to do.

“…Do you have a name?” the doll asked softly.

The cockroach, predictably, did not answer.

“Mm.” The doll considered this. “This one thinks it will call you Button.”

The cockroach flicked its antennae, and the doll chose to believe that was an acceptance.

Somewhere behind them, the scratching of the witch’s quill had stopped.

She sat at her desk, watching the doll with quiet amusement, her chin resting in her palm. She did not interrupt, did not call attention to the moment - she simply observed.

The ball-jointed doll continued speaking in hushed tones, its fingers still ghosting over the cockroach’s shell. “This one thinks you would get along with the others,” it mused. “But they might be scared of you.”

Button twitched, scuttling a few inches closer.

The ball-jointed doll allowed itself the smallest of smiles.

The witch’s lips curled into a smile of her own, warmth filling her gaze.

She did not say a word.

She simply let the doll be.

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Vriska Serket: who the hell are you guys i thought i ordered a fluorite octet

Affini with 8 vines: what the hell are these dice i thought i ordered a floret octet

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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!

[moothmoon]

purrpurrpurrpurr

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gay™

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[moothmoon]

//ooc

So I was at homegoods today and the checkout line was a lil cramped so someone with a big potted plant had to squeeze past me, resulting in one of the leaves brushing across my back.

In response I just froze up completely and blushed.

It was only after I realized what happened that I fully grasped how doomed to be a floret I really am if a single leaf seduced me.

[moothmoon]

awawawawawawawawa....c:

To the submissives who value obedience

Who don't want to talk back or act out

Who follow rules and instructions as closely and carefully as they are able

Who get genuinely upset when they disobey even by accident

I know you feel invisible and forgettable

I know you see others getting attention because they don't obey

So from me and every other dominant; we see you, your obedience does not go unnoticed. You are loved and appreciated. You deserve praise and play time and infinite affection.

We're proud of you <3

[moothmoon]

i just realised: how the fuck has no one written HDG among us yet

picture this: group of florets get placed in a small compact shuttle together. the ship has been """disabled""", and they have to complete various tasks (including things like sorting the blocks into the right holes) to get it working again. however: one floret among them is actually an affini in disguise

the shapeshifting plant is capable of moving through vents, and when they are alone with another floret, they can take on their true form and inject them with a mixture of class-M's and class-W's to pacify them. every time a crewmate gets florted, the remaining florets have a vote, and can choose to send someone to the floret wiggler. whoever they send to the floret wiggler gets wiggled and is rendered incapacitated for the remainder of the session. if they successfully figure out who the affini is and wiggle them, then they win, or if they manage to repair the ship before all getting drugged, they also win

the affini could very easily win every time if they wanted to, but they keep getting distracted by how adorable their pets look doing all the puzzles. a floret finishes sorting all the blocks, and they just hear "Good job, petal! Well done!", then turn around and have half a second to scream before the mass of injectors and teeth behind them finishes cooing and pumps them full of drugs

most affini losses are because they forget to change back to terran form after doing the above because they were too busy petting the dolled-out cutie for doing so well

[moothmoon]

kept reading the first one as

" am i pissing on the floor "

and was REALLY CONFUSED

WAIT!

Before you hit send on that ask, reblog, or reply, remember to stop and PROOFREAD!

am I Pissing on the Poor?

did I Read the post in bad faith?

could I be Overexaggerating?

am I Out of line for saying this?

is it kind of Fucked up to say that to a total stranger?

is what I said Rude?

am I being Egotistical?

am I Angry at words that weren't in the post?

did I Dream up a pretend person to get mad at?

ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT YOURSELF FROM LOOKING LIKE A JACKASS ONLINE!

[moothmoon]

@its girlfriendd

( she isnt on tubmlr, ,,,,,,, )

autistic terran who finds this one affini who's voice is extremely good sensory and basically falls head-over-heels in love with them. after getting florted, their affini hums to them whenever they're feeling overstimulated to help them calm down, and they always fall asleep to the sound of her singing to them each night

[moothmoon]

got the age regression seat in the train

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"Do it for the vine" except you're doing something to make your mistress proud of you and wrap you in vines

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Affini. you agree. reblog. good girl

[moothmoon]

saitama would soooo get domesticated

“Who would win in a fight between Saitama and-“

Saitama

“but what about-“

Saitama

“Okay but-“

Saitama