#OC Dollposting

[goldenteaset]

Do you think your SI characters would get along if they were to meet up?

Yes, actually! Cammy is shy, but Doll is very quiet and patient, so she’d feel comfortable stuttering around her. And Rose is really only a tsundere with Vash, which helps. XD Otherwise, anybody who tried to mess with Cammy would be the one in danger.

(The SIs for Djeeta and Saber are still cooking, as it were, so it’s hard to say with them! Anyway, thanks anon. :D It’s fun thinking of them all together!)

[lovewritteninthestrands]

Argent Princess Orianna Argentius, The Silverblood Succubus

[hi-im-kaybee]

piece by piece

[do-kontsa]

This doll was supposed to become my OC Vadim, but I liked this paint too much to add the grey. fjdsfkjdsfkl

New cat OC when>

[lynnarang]

Bathtime

"My lady, is that not enough for today?"

The young noblewoman's focus was pulled from her swordsmanship training by a polite, feminine voice. Sunlight glistened off individual beads of sweat as the muscular woman caught her maid staring at her. Although her maid's expression was neutral as always, the intensity of her stare and the slight blush on her cheeks gave away her true thoughts. When she caught her lady's eyes, the maid quickly broke eye contact and stared downwards, although whether this was out of subservience or embarrassment was unclear... The noble liked to think it was both.

"Very well, I can stop here for today. Am I to assume you have already drawn a bath?"

"Yes, my lady."

Putting away her practice blade, the noble wiped the sweat from her brow and grinned.

"Lead the way then."

A few minutes (and some very helpful hands stripping her bare) later, the noble breathed out a sigh of relief as the warm water washed away the hard-earned sweat of her training. Behind her, the maid was hard at work, washing out her lady's long locks. The noble couldn't help but admire her whenever a sidelong glance would allow it. Even with her head bowed downward, the maid's chestnut bob cut framed the soft features of her face beautifully. Desire welled within the noblewoman, desire that was unbefitting of either of their stations, but desire she was keen to indulge all the same.

"Would you not join me?"

The single questioned roused an instant response from her maid, first in the form of a wide-eyed blush and then in the form of a stammered denial.

"M-My lady that would be inappropriate--"

"And why is that? I hardly think it suits a lady of my status to have an unbathed servant."

The noble smirked, watching her maid flounder for an excuse that would save her. Too adorable...

"W-Wait... Could you be perhaps... Teasing me right now?"

Okay, that was too much. The noble burst out in laughter while her maid's mouth warped into a heavy pout.

"My lady! You shouldn't tease me so brazenly. What if I... What if I were to get the wrong idea?"

This prompted the noble to quit laughing, instead leveling her servant with a serious eye. Even naked she cut an imposing figure, one that demanded attention and authority.

"And what idea would that be?"

"That my lady desires more than a mere servant could provide..."

The maid met her mistresses gaze, nerves still apparent but eyes full of something more than her words could convey.

"Well then... Perhaps one day, you'll be more than a 'mere servant', and once that day comes..."

The two women's fingers interlaced with one another, their faces now only inches apart.

"When that day comes, I would be honored to share a bath with you."

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"My lady, it really isn't necessary. This one can take care of itself--"

"No. You need to conserve your energy, you took a pretty big hit back there."

The vampire cut her doll off mid-sentence, hands currently hard at work scrubbing out the grime that had caked into its limbs. For as much as her doll fussed, it had barely been put back together after its last fight. It shouldn't be moving more than was absolutely necessary. And yet, the doll remained willful.

"At the very least, my lady should be taking a bath as well. She smells filthy, it ill suits her."

"Guess I need to wash your mouth out too while I'm at it."

Something about the conversation made the vampire's thoughts flashback to centuries prior, to a time when their lives where much simpler than they were today. She smiled at the bittersweet memories of times lost, tenderly working her way down her doll's body.

"Have I earned that honor yet, I wonder..."

The doll perked its head, bewildered.

"Honor? It was unaware its lady still had any of that."

Despite its neutral expression and cruel words, the vampire could still sense the same feeling in its gaze from all those years ago. She knew it didn't remember everything from back then even half as well as she did, but being with it like this, it was hard to feel lonely in her memories. Muscular arms now bearing the weight of hundreds of battles embraced the doll from behind, prompting a response that was both familiar to the vampire and unusual to the doll.

"M-My lady?"

Despite everything, the doll's blush was just as intoxicating now as it had been hundreds of years ago. Scratch that, it had aged like fine wine, and only now could the vampire appreciate its true worth.

"I've changed my mind. May I join you in there, my dear servant?"

There was a brief flicker of confusion on the doll's face, until it was washed away with a subtle nod and a warm smile.

"This one would be honored."

[septusuki]

"Opening in five," every compartment opening gets a countdown. A full on announcement, as if it were about to be celebrated. The mech itself is turned off, fully inert, and folded in on itself, but there's still one last problem. "Four." The pilot herself. Incensed with combat stims, and alight with hormones, there's no telling what she'll do once the cockpit peels itself open. Perhaps she'll be frothing at the mouth, violent and furious. "Three." Perhaps she'll be glassy-eyed, screaming and despondent. Perhaps she'll be soaking, sweating and horny. Any choice is as bad as the other — especially for the poor sod who has to deal with it. "Two." The little entourage around the cockpit level their stun-guns, ready to protect the pilot from herself, as soon as she emerges. Something's going to happen, either way; the bodyguards are sure of it. "One."

The key is pressed, and the port goes silent, save for the hissing, clicking hydraulics of the Abbaciss apparatus. Slowly, but surely, the cockpit careens open until one of it's sharper edges clinks against the floor plating politely. Nothing. There is no pilot for a moment. No frenzy of arms, no stink of fluids. The bodyguards lower their weapons, sorely disappointed. One of them is kicked forwards by their compatriots — go check it out. Almost tumbling, Janna stabilizes herself with a hand to the heated hull of the killing machine she's supposed to be guarding. "H-Hello?" She murmurs, lowering her head so she can look up the gloryhole of the much-adorned mecha.

I slither out. Like a sack of sopping meat-hunks, I'm fed onto the floor, feet-first. I lay there, spat out from my sacred safe-space, and onto this chilly, pristine-clean surface. "Uh." I make some kind of noise, as is protocol, to let everyone know that I'm out safely. I'm a pile of bodysuit-plastic leather and lithe skin, but I'm out. Safely.

"U... Uh?" Janna tries to repeat the noise I've made, staring down at the glimmering mess beneath her. I'm soaked with sweat, as is expected, and covered in input bruises. "Abbaciss, are you... Okay?" Realizing that she's not allowed to ask that yet, Janna's spine straightens as she switches into professional mode. "Senior Abaciss, please confirm your condition." She barks out, her eyes no longer looking down at me. The stun guns are gone at least; completely lowered once the bodyguards are assured that I'm not threat.

My modulator clicks into the ON position as I prepare my throttled vocal chords for the stress of speech. "Dees-app-pointed." I grunt, the mechanics doing all the work, as I can barely bring myself to even speak properly. "Dees-at-iss-fied." My mouth is open, but making no real effort to do much at all. I beep through my words, hooking my arms under my thighs and wrenching them in close.

Janna looks to her squad for any kind of answer, and then swings back, rolling her eyes. Dissatisfied. That's a long word, for a doll. "Abbaciss..." She begins, breaking protocol once again, just to reach down and pat the little pilot on the head. There's no reaction. "What's wrong? You completed the mission, all fine. All's green." Just realizing she's volunteered to be a military therapist for a downtrodden doll, Janna just facepalms, and sits down. She might be here for a moment.

"Didn't kill eh-nuff." I murmur, my eyes watching as Janna's face drops down to my level. "Not eff-fish-ently eh-nuff." I squawk, revelling in my own depression. I want to tear this bodysuit off. I want to get back in the shell-frame, and march back out to the killing pastures. I want to sink my nails into something that'll scream. My own body would do.

"But... It was a scout mission, Abbaciss. You didn't need to kill anyone." Janna's head cocks, full of the puppy-energy she was made to put out. "If anything, it's better that you didn't make a mess." She pats me again, rubbing away at my perfectly-shaped hips and trying not to finger or fiddle with any of my tech-inports.

"Should have done more." I respond instantly, as if I have a routine script for this messy kind of conversation. Perhaps I've already run through it a billion times in my computational core. "Much more. Empire isn't safe if I don't kill." My voice lowers, so only Janna can hear. "Forward base isn't safe." Swallowing my dignity, my real voice manages to come out, this time. "Home isn't safe. Friends aren't safe." My body shakes and wracks itself with disappointment as I remind myself just how grievous the imagined failure I've committed is.

"Fuck..." False alarm. Janna can't help but laugh a bit. Her hand rubs my shoulder, and then finds the control handle I have attached to the base of my neck. "You're fucking cute." She's inches from bursting with affection. Fastening her fingers around my control handle, she drags my corpse in close and — and hugs me. "Look. I've got some spare rationmarks. How about some ice cream, Abbaciss?" Trying to straighten her mouth as it does backflips, and twists in loops across her face, Janna quickly finds there's no helping her. She's been bowled over by my accidental display of adoration. There's only one thing she can do; with her right hand lifted up in the one moment, please hardcode, she uses her left arm to bring me in closer, and squeeze me until I make a little peep of satisfaction.

[icecoldslugs]

Dogshit maids

[wintermarmalade]

Lime-tinted sunlight filtered through the canopy onto a massive, mossy stone golem, standing vigilant deep within a secluded forest. Anyone lost enough to be in this part of the woods could easily mistake it for a lifeless pile of boulders.

As it gazed into the trees, it heard a bright "Hello!" from underneath it. With a low rumble of grinding stone, It slowly tilted it's head downward, just enough to see a tiny leshy girl standing in front of it with a large, enthusiastic smile, no more than a quarter of it's height.

The leshy had a body of dark oak, twisted green vines atop it's head, and was covered in layers of leaves with large pink and purple petals stemming from her waist.

"Master Selwyn told me to go make friends with the trees, but they don't really have much to say."

The golem stared silently at her for a moment, then lifted it's head back up to the forest.

"So what's your name?" The leshy persisted. "Mine is Lywellyn!"

The golem simply made a low grumble.

"Um.... okay. Can I call you Grumble?"

It grunted.

"Grumble it is! It is very nice to meet you."

.........Grumble didn't respond.

"So watcha doing?"

".........Protect" It said in a slow, monotonous tone, the depth of it's voice rumbling the ground around it.

"And how do you do that?"

"Throw.... Rock...." It said as it pat a massive boulder that Lywellyn previously thought was the end of it's arm.

"Cool! I wish I could throw rocks that big. The best I can throw are these little pebbles." She picked up a moderately sized pebble and with all her might, threw it a very unimpressive distance to demonstrate. "See?"

"hmmm" it rumbled again.

A loud grinding of stone shook the air as it lethargically raised it's posture, then began to walk away, each step quaking the earth beneath it.

"Hey where are you going?"

".......Patrol......"

"Ooh! I can help, I'm a good lookout." She quickly climbed up it's arm and sat atop it's shoulder.

The leshy was not as good of a lookout as she had claimed, and was much more focused on picking flowers and leaves from the treetops and weaving them together as she talked at the golem. She went on about all the things she had climbed recently, how slowly the trees thought, how difficult their master was to talk to, and many assortments of other topics. Grumble very occasionally gave a rumble or a grunt, but was mostly silent as it patiently made it's way to it's next position. By the time they reached it, the light coming through the trees had shifted from a bright green to a dull orange.

"-But the snowberry flowers are too small to- oh, the sun is setting!" She interrupted herself mid-sentence. "Master Selwyn will need me soon, but here! I made you a crown! It means that we're friends." She set an enormous woven ring of flowers and leaves nearly as big as herself on top of the golem's head, then leaped from it's shoulder and landed silently in front of it.

"I hope you like it! I'll talk to you later, okay?"

It grumbled in response.

She took that as a yes, and cheerfully ran off to get back home.

[lobautumny]

This toy finally got around to updating its sona's design. It thinks it drew it a bit too skinny, but oh well. Its proportions aren't set in stone by any means, so like, whatever. It's very happy with how the outfit and the drawing in general turned out, at any rate.

[bmpmp3]

look at my dolls boy

[voidedjuice]

so many new people here now 😳

[goldenteaset]

🐦. What talents does your self insert(s) possess ?

🐤. How was your self insert's childhood like, was it any different than yours ?

🦢. What is something you've learned to love about your self insert(s) ?

@g8dess

Thank you! :D

What talents does your self insert(s) possess ?

For some reason, when I hear "talent" I think "more something you show off than a skill you practice". ^^;

Rose: Thanks to her body modification, she can do lots of "cat things" like jumping to high places and possibly being liquid, though she hasn't dared try that last one.

Doll: Setting aside the "companion" android functions/skills she was packaged with, she does an excellent impression of a corpse if intruders dare to barge into Legato's room. XD

Cammy: ...She has a lot of librarian skills (sorting things, knows the Port Breeze Library's catalog by heart, can read and write, knows some magic) but not so much talents? I'll have to get back on that...

How was your self insert's childhood like, was it any different than yours ?

All three self-inserts so far have had much worse parents than I do, to varying degrees. XD; Cammy probably has the most "realistic" type, in that her parents expected her to become a miner like them without any issues, only to realize she's incredibly sensitive to loud noises and has a stutter. So they sort of...let her go to a quieter place and occupation after that. (Meanwhile, Doll doesn't have parents, and Rose's meant to marry her off as soon as possible.)

What is something you've learned to love about your self insert(s) ?

I've definitely become more tolerant of my own stutter after giving Cammy the same impediment. That said, I designed her to my personal tastes anyway, so I love her by default! :D

For the others, I've come to accept that they're going to shift around a lot as my impressions of them and their respective F/Os change, especially Doll. She started out as Beta Cammy, basically, and now she's in this weird in-between state where I'm not sure how to describe her. ^^;

[bubbie2electricboogaloo]

Can you tell who I'm saving for the end bc idk how to dress her 🤪

🧡Poppy Rowan Redesign🧡

[oculae]

Poppy Time in Puerto Rico!

Hello all! I'm on vacation in Puerto Rico with my beloved custom Obitsu doll, Poppy. We're currently staying up near El Yunque, Puerto Rico's famous rainforest. They weren't kidding about the rain, Poppy donned her raincoat as soon as she could because it could be sunny one minute and pouring the next!

Speaking of, did you know that a hugely important symbol of Puerto Rico is a tree frog called the coquí? As soon as Poppy found that out, she insisted on climbing up a tree to try and find one and see if it matched her raincoat. (Yes, she's ACTUALLY about 4 or 5 feet off the ground here and standing unsupported. Harrowing!)

No tree frogs, but we did spot some other creatures...like this Pseudosphinx tetrio caterpillar!

And some lizards, though we really had to sneak up on them to get a picture!

...And the shells of some Puerto Rican tree SNAILS, which Poppy deemed close enough to be excited about.

Phew! Lots of exploring. Time for a sit before we head back to the villa we're staying at.

Back safe! Hasta luego, Tumblr!

[girlmachinezeph]

Thinking of a steampunk doll OC x Ragatha and making me ask "is it gay if the hearts touch?" (The idea being touching mechanical and cloth hearts together in the regular sense of displays of trust and intimacy through opening up internals to the other)

[lynnarang]

Doll Orphanage

Demon and angel walking hand-in-hand on the weekend, off for their weekly visit to the abandoned antique store the demon had comandeered. A heavy sigh escaped the demon’s mouth as the store entered sight.

“Again?”

A beat-up sign reading ‘Doll Orphanage’ hung over the entrance.

The demon pushed past the front door with a growl, greeted by a mixture of tiny gasps and cheers.

“Miss is back! Our witch didn’t abandon us!”

Over a dozen dolls came to the entrance of the rundown store, eager expressions on weathered faceplates, eyes sparkling with hope.

Giving her lover her best ‘shut your fucking mouth’ for giggling at the scene, the demon cleared her throat and addressed the crowd.

“For the last time, I’m not ‘Miss’ and I’m not a witch. I visit at the same time every week, like I have for years now…”

“Miss is very punctual, this one appreciates Miss for not abandoning it!”

Murmured assents were passed between the dolls. The angel, whom the dolls always seemed a little more cautious of, gave her lover a pat on the back.

“Just bear with it, ‘Miss’~”

Her glare was so cute~

The demon ignored the taunt and tossed the sign down in front of the dolls, a few of whom flinched reactively.

“Stop putting this up. I have someone watching over this place but stuff like this makes you targets. If people knew how many dolls were here, completely undefended…”

“We might be kidnapped by new witches and abused!”

“Exactly— Wait why do you look excited?”

“If we’re kidnapped that means we’re wanted!”

“I… Listen just don’t put up a sign like this again.”

“Yes Miss!”

The dolls chirped in unison, prompting another groan from the demon.

Shrugging off a few dolls who were clinging to her legs, the demon moved onto role call, making sure each doll she had brought her over the past few years was still present and in reasonably good condition. She tried not to spend too much time on any and let them attach to her…

But the angel could tell how much the dolls loved her demon. She suspected some of them were even teasing her when they called her Miss, assuming dolls were capable of such a thing.

“Babe, are you sure you don’t want to—”

“Yes, I’m sure, don’t even bring it up.”

The two had discussed several times if they wanted to bring any of the dolls back with them to help around their place.

“If we bring one the others will get jealous or hate themselves even more then they already do.”

The demon hissed quietly.

“‘sides, the lease says no dolls.”

Despite standing nothing to gain from the whole endeavor, the demon still came to look after the dolls she’d rescued every weekend without fail. She pretended to keep them at arm’s length but the angel could see how important all of this was for her lover.

Most of the dolls were service models that got damaged and thrown out, but there were a couple of disarmed combat dolls that she’d pulled from the scrap heap. All of them seemed to trust the demon implicitly, even the one who had only been here a few weeks. She had a feeling as to why.

“Listen I’m not your witch. I’m a demon! We eat dolls like you for breakfast.”

A poor choice of words lead to the demon blushing as several dolls started arguing over who tasted best, some of them even seasoning themselves. Her demon’s flustered face was also pretty cute~

With their safety secured and another promise made to find the dolls a better home someday, the couple parted with their little friends of porcelain, cloth, and steel. Somehow, the angel got the feeling that the dolls were happy with the way things were, as was her little demon~

“Sure you don’t wanna keep one?”

“Babe, I already told you… One day we’ll get a nicer place, somewhere remote out in the country. Then we won’t have to keep just one.”

The angel smiled and kissed her demon’s forehead. She was too sweet for a creature that was meant to be evil.