#dollcraft

[materassassino]

So, one of my weirder current sidequests is making the Magic Carpet from Aladdin, because there isn't one for sale in existence anywhere.

I printed the pattern onto printable cotton, and sewed the two pieces together with the tassels on the inside, like a bog standard cushion cover. I then sewed pipe cleaners around the edge because since Carpet is sentient, he should at least be vaguely posable. So now my dilemma is:

Do I use embroidery thread to cover up the pipe cleaners, or sandwich the pipe cleaners in between folded gold ribbon and sew it down?

[gingerlolaminiaturecrafts]

One Sixth Scale Barbie Dollhouse Fireplace MAKEOVER

[jagosarts]

This was my second? doll I crafted, took me a long time to get her the way I wanted her to look. Her name is Mycelia Redcap, she is a mother mushroom and queen of the hivemind. <3

I posted more photos of her on my doll crafts blog on instagram!

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[dendrobium-writes]

Reading

A Doll tends to its daily chores, sweeping, dusting, maintaining its Witch’s home. Its sisters were also tending to their duties, but this? This was its area of the cottage. The eastern hallway, where the study, workshop, and lab are all located.

A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign had been hanging on the door to the study for quite some time. Normally, this wouldn’t be of any consequence. Her Witch was simply busy, and didn’t want to be disturbed. However, the sign had been hanging there since 8:30 in the morning! Over ten hours! She missed lunch, evening tea, and dinner. And in response to calls for her attention, simply reiterated that she was not to be disturbed unless it was urgent.

She must be incredibly busy. What could she possibly be doing? Research for an especially important project? Brushing up on the fundamentals of her craft? Perhaps reading up on dollcrafting techniques or magical theory?

These thoughts and questions gave it much to ponder as it tended to its chores. Of course, the Doll was happy to just be helpful, but having something to speculate on made its work much more enjoyable, beyond the simple fact that it was productive.

Enjoyment and productivity are two sides of the same coin, after all!

The time is now 9:00 in the evening. The Doll is making its final rounds through the eastern corridor before returning to its quarters for the evening, when suddenly the doorknob on the study turns! The Doll stops in its tracks and turns to observe...

The door creaks open, and out steps the Witch of the manor. Barely dressed, disheveled, and looking as if she had just woken up.

“Good evening, Miss!” The Doll curtsies, giving an enthusiastic greeting. The Witch jumps back with fright before regaining her composure. “Y-yes, good evening Doll.” She responds, her face reddening with embarassment.

“You must be hungry. You have not left your study for over twelve hours! Would you like something prepared?” The Witch smiles and shakes her head. “No, Doll. I’m fine. I brought plenty of snacks in with me.” The Doll bows. “May this one inquire as to what it is you have been doing all day?” At that, the Witch’s embarrassed look returns. “Oh, just... Reading.” “Reading?” The Doll repeats back. “You must have been conducting important research!” It chirps.

“Truthfully, I wasn’t doing anything of the sort. I was reading fiction. Stories... I feel I’ve wasted the whole day.” She says, looking down at the floor.

The Doll tilts its head. “Wasted? Were you not enjoying yourself?”

The Witch looks back up, meeting the curious gaze of her Doll. “Well yes, I was. But it--” “Then it was no waste!” The Doll cuts her off.

The Witch stands in stunned silence for a moment, as her Doll smiles innocently up at her.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She says with a smile, patting the Doll on its head.

[frostgears]

the space between cracked and broken

the reclusive doll knows far more about repair dollcraft than any other doll you've ever met.

"how did you learn all this?" you ask, pulling an opaque stocking up over a formerly shattered shin. if you look very closely, you might see the cracks, but that's better than you ever managed with just epoxy and your own fingers.

she takes a long sip of the pu-erh you brought her. (hard to get. you couldn't run from loss prevention, so you had to be perfect on the first try.) finally she says, "you really should try this."

it smells better than anything you've had this month, but you're paying her with the stuff, and you don't want to cut into her profits.

"thank you, but this doll drinks greens, mostly."

she shrugs. "your loss. so. i can tell you two stories… up to you what you want to believe."

the reclusive doll continues, "one is about a doll who figured dollcraft out by hard work. she can patch and sand and re-charm you like this, because a hundred other dolls came to her first, and got the best she could do for them then… and maybe a hundred dolls from now, she'll be even better; if you'd broken six months from now, there wouldn't even be a mark, who knows."

you notice that the china cup from which she's sipping tea has a thin crack. you wouldn't have noticed, but one of the roses only has three-quarters of a petal.

"and the other?"

"perhaps," she says, "she used to be a good doll, a real proper polite witch-toy. maybe the witch even had her help build new dolls, taught her a thing or two, just so the witch wouldn't have to do the boring parts, and what she can do now, that's just what she remembers. a few scraps from the witch's table, turned to mending instead of making."

you hear a very faint clatter, notice a judder in her hands that can't have been there earlier in the afternoon when her careful fingers were inside you. the teacup clattering ever so faintly against the saucer. only another doll would notice.

"that tea does smell quite good," you say. "perhaps just a sip?"

"oh, not a problem, let me pour you a fresh cup…" and her movements return to their normal grace.

old habits die hard, you suppose. if this was your place — if you had a place, hah, more like, if there was a place for you — you'd want to serve a guest too. so it goes.

it really is very good tea. □

[thimbledoll]

The Dressing Doll - Interview with the Coven

This story is a continuation. Click here to view the previous entry. Click here to view the first entry.

Context: This story was submitted as part of #EmptyOctober's prompt for day 30, "Coven."

"So it's my understanding that you wish to join our coven, Mister Alist—"

"Miss. Alice," the applicant firmly interrupted.

"Ah, right! Miss Alice…" the coven leader repeated, letting the name roll over her tongue experimentally.

Between her close-cropped silver hair and the custom-tailored suit she wore, the elder witch had the air of a woman trying to keep her finger on society's pulse. Her one bit of traditional adornment was the hat, the symbol of her sisterhood, that she hung from her chair.

Her office in general exuded professional authority. It was covered in more awards and accolades than most witches could ever hope to achieve; Ink 500's top CEWs, multiple publications in Magick, even a photograph of her hobnobbing with the Agatha Harkness.

In one corner, her smiling face reflected back at them from behind the glass frame of a rainbow-splattered New Salem cover page on which she proudly featured. "Duvessa Cross Speaks Out! The Importance of Coven Inclusivity and Intersectionality," it boldly proclaimed.

"Gosh, I'm sorry about that," the real Duvessa said, attempting to start over. "That's so hard to get right, you know? Especially looking at your history here." She held aloft a ream of parchment; the resume Alice had sent in as part of her interview.

"Ah yeah… I guess there are some… standouts there," Alice admitted, trying not to show her embarrassment.

"I'll say! A letter of recommendation from the dean of the Academiae ad Maleficum himself? Most impressive. Those are not easy to come by. He's quite the demanding sort."

"You… don't know the half of it," Alice responded, laughing uncomfortably. "He was my direct mentor before he was granted the deanship. He could be… quite exacting…"

"Truly! But such a fine establishment for a young warlock like yourself to come up in."

"Witch."

"What?"

Mustering what waning patience she had, Alice explained, "It's a fine establishment for a young witch. You said warlock."

"Oh, I suppose I did. But it is an all-boy's school, so you were a warlock at the time. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, but… nevermind…"

"That does segue rather conveniently though. Tell me, when did you first feel Lilith's call drawing you to the witch's art?" Duvessa inquired. "That must have been quite the thing to experience given your… circumstances. I can't imagine it myself."

"I mean, it's only now that I realize I'd been hearing it all my life. I always just shrugged it off, thinking it was something all…" Alice paused, tensing before continuing, "…warlocks heard but… she never stopped calling."

"And yet it's taken you this long to decide to answer?" The coven leader's tone betrayed more than a hint of disbelief. "You must admit, it's a bit late for a... career change... at your age. Is it not?"

Ignoring the slight, Alice responded, "I suppose, however there are resources your prestigious sisterhood possesses that I would draw on to further a new direction in my craft. As you know, the Academy has precious little aid to offer one investigating the mysteries of Dollcraft"

"Yes… well… I must admit, what caught my eye about you was not a novice Maker seeking my sisters' secrets." Duvessa's countenance took on a hungry, predatory glare. "You bring knowledge, experience, and talent in Magicks we sorely lack here; Academy Magicks."

"I'm… I'm trying to leave those behind," Alice stammered, trying to bring the conversation back on track. This interview was not going anywhere close to how she had hoped. "I said as such in my application. They are… ill-suited to both my current craft and my current goals."

"Yes. Yes. Your 'experiments.'" The elder witch didn't even bother to hide her disdain. "What I'm proposing is far grander though. An exchange of secrets. Your Academy learning for our coven's knowledge. It's a fair trade."

"It was my understanding that all is shared freely within the sisterhood," Alice answered. "'To not share with one's sisters is a betrayal of Lilith's gift.' Those were your words according to one interview. That hardly seems to square with the offer you're extending me."

"Yes, well, that's for our… fully-fledged sisters," Duvessa said, bemusedly. "I'm not entirely sure that one of your talents is quite the right fit for that. You understand, don't you? Regardless, we could both stand to benefit a great deal from each other. Come. Work with me."

"No… No, Miss Crosse, I'm afraid this interview is over."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. My door is always open to one of your… unique qualifications, Miste—Miss Alice. Should you ever change your mind."

"Don't count on it," Alice spat back.

_______________________________________

Elsewhere, two dolls were busying themselves, seemingly attempting to burrow a channel in the flooring of their Maker's manse as they paced anxiously back and forth.

"She's going to hate it," said Natrium.

"It's ugly," said Celestine.

"This is a terrible plan."

"The worst."

"It was that one's bright idea!" shouted one.

"That one agreed to it though!" retorted the other.

The two were about to descend into mutual awawas when suddenly the front door burst open, their Mistress silhouetted in the doorframe, the air around her shimmering with curses.

"Stupid fricking covens…" The entryway rug completely unwove itself. "Stupid academies…" The door shut itself with a cacophonous slam. "Stupid supposed sisterhood…" A nearby vase shattered. "Arrrrrgh!!" Alice roared as she crossed the threshold.

The two dolls got straight to work, pulling off Alice's cloak and boots and guiding her to her favorite seat without interrupting a single step. A fresh pot of tea was already brewed and steeping, though they both worried that chai wouldnt be strong enough for the mood she was in

"Six times now! Six! How many more of these humiliating interviews am I going to have to sit through for even one to take me seriously?!" Alice cried out rhetorically.

Pouring a cup of tea from the pot, Celestine cautiously asked, "So… they didn't give Miss her Big Hat?"

"No, no my dear doll, they did not. Those are for 'fully-fledged sisters,'" Alice mocked.

"This one is sorry, Miss," Natrium apologized faultlessly. "You deserve your Big Hat."

Dejection filled Alice's voice as she sighed, "In due time… I'll just have to… apply elsewhere."

The two dolls saw their opportunity.

"If it please you, Miss…"

"…these ones had a thought."

"That's a dangerous thing for dolls to be having," Alice mused, perking up slightly, despite the simultaneous spike in anxiety. "What was your thought?"

"Well, we heard once…"

"…that sometimes if you can't make something on your own…"

"…store-bought is fine."

"So we thought…"

"…'Why not the reverse?'"

"If they won't give you your Big Hat…"

"…then making your own is fine, right?"

From behind their backs, the two dolls pulled out the most comically oversized witch's hat she had ever seen. It was ostentatious. It was gaudy. It would certainly be the Biggest Hat in any room. Alice would have to figure out by what Magicks they hid it behind their backs later.

It was also far beyond their sewing capabilities, she noted.

"You… how did you… this is… where did you get this?" Alice stammered.

"Well, she told us not to say…"

"…but Satin stitched it."

"It was this one's idea though!"

"Nuh-uh! It was this one's!"

"Satin made it…?" Alice asked, interrupting the two before they got too into it.

"Uh-huh! She said it was…"

"…'for a new sisterhood.'"

"Whatever that means."

Hearing those words, it was all Alice could do to not drop the tea cup she'd been handed. Placing it down, gently as could be, she accepted the hat from the two dolls, eliciting the widest smiles she'd ever seen them wear.

Placing it atop her head and taking a moment to adjust the overly wide brim, Alice declared, "Yes. You're absolutely right. Making your own is fine. Now come, you two," she said, grabbing her dolls by the hand, "We have a lot of work ahead of us."

End 🧵

(Can't believe I forgot to post this one here... Well, with that I believe my entire archive is here now, so that's nice. Now hopefully someday I'll actually finish one of the six fricking drafts I have sitting around. All I seem to do lately is start new ones though... Oh well. Such is the way of things.)

[muzzlekiss]

show-piece and tool; a comparative study of two dolls

In the Sanitarium for Convalescent Dolls, there are two dolls set apart from the others. They are of the House, not of the convalescents, and unlike the other staff they have never been convalescents. The Witch made them, uncountable years ago, when she was still new to the art of dollcraft, and their names are Fumitory and Goldenseal. 

Fumitory is perfect. It was not always perfect, of course; even a Witch seldom does something correctly the very first time. Piece by porcelain piece, iteration upon iteration, it has been refined into what it stands as now: a masterpiece of its mistress’ art. Its proportions are exquisite, tall for a doll, the better to heighten the cervine elegance of its limbs. Its joints glide in their housings with such velvet silence that, if it were not for the intricate flourishes of overglaze upon its porcelain, the uninitiated might mistake it for a human girl; a dancer, perhaps, for who else carries their body in such weightless poise? Its hair is dark and luxuriant, its eyes tranquil yet alert, its mind still and clear, and it possesses many pleasing talents in addition to its impeccable service.  It plays the piano exquisitely, it sings, it writes, it plays chess, it has mastered every form of tea ceremony available, each skill richly cultivated by tens of years of study and practice. Its duties, as administrator of the Sanitarium and personal attendant to the Witch, are many, and it is equal to each in turn.

But let’s not talk any more about Fumitory. We aren’t convalescent dolls, excitedly trading stories of their eldest sister’s talent and Stillness, hoping to be just like it when the mending is done. Let’s move on to Goldenseal, a very different kind of specimen. 

Like Fumitory, Goldenseal is the product of inexperience - the very second doll, in fact, that its Witch ever made. However, while Goldenseal too has been a continual project over the years, one would hardly call the process refinement. Its personality is blunt and contrary, its mannerisms stiff and prone to tic, and its sense of humour a touch cruel - altogether lacking in the traditional virtues of a good doll. It doesn’t even possess the basic grace to speak in the dollish manner, a habit that even the greenest, most inexperienced doll ought to possess as a simple facet of its nature. The modifications its mistress has made touch not upon its personality, but upon its body; why the Witch hasn’t clipped its sharp tongue or taught it to curtsy properly, nobody can say. Perhaps Goldenseal’s  personality is completely unsalvageable, and it is simply of sufficient sentimental value that its Witch can’t bear to replace it. 

Ah, but that body - a thing of wonders, a virtuoso piece. In all the world, there is not another doll like Goldenseal. An acquired taste, one might admit; there is little to please the eye unless one holds a proper appreciation for the sere, aseptic elegance of function, and such forms of beauty are seldom found in dolls. Goldenseal’s physiology is a cabinet of miracles, integrated throughout with the hinged and puppet-strung tools of its trade, porcelain and thread and silver and brass all in clicking, ticking symphony.

 And it’s that strange trade that delivers the final blow to any remaining sense of propriety: Goldenseal is a doll-maker. 

Dolls aren’t supposed to know such things, the convalescents whisper in corners and under the stairs. It’s not right, it’s not right, the secrets that make them tick are witchly things, far beyond what mere dolls ough to be trusted with. But the Sanitarium is host to dolls with a cornucopia of maladies: stress-fractures, shivers, nightmares, stuck joints, curses, and it is Goldenseal’s knowledge of the doll-making art  that permits it to serve its Witch. Surgeon, general practitioner, physical therapist; though it quite lacks a bedside manner and though its patients are all rather afraid of it, it is as equal to its duties as Fumitory to hers. 

Rumours abound: that Fumitory’s perfection is not the work of the Witch’s hand, but Goldenseal’s; that Goldenseal was made from a witch, as terrible punishment, and that’s why she’s so queer; that bad dolls, too sick to be fixed, are given to Goldenseal and disassembled for her collection of pretty parts. (The collection, at least, is real; Goldenseal adores glass eyes, and slots a different mismatched pair into its head every morning.) The truth, however, is very simple: many years ago the Witch gave both of her creations the pick of how they would be changed, and these are the shapes into which they wished to be carved, one the show-piece, the other the tool. 

[sailingtheimaginarysea]

This version of Alice is a shut-in who spends most of her time locked up in her house, improving her dollcraft and refining her magic. She rarely ever leaves unless forced to do so, usually by one of her friends barging in and dragging her outside for one thing or another-

[pepitas-de-chocolate]

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[gwemmieee]

some worldbuilding

I mentioned earlier I'm planning a book. I have it planned beginning to end pretty much, but it's still subject to change and get more fleshed out. Everything I post anytime soon is not necessarily going to stay canon to the end. That said, as I work on a prototype of chapter 1, I ADHD'd my way into a big worldbuilding blurb that I don't think is going to fit in the chapter, but it serves as a helpful note to myself. So hey, why not post it here. Here's some background info for the setting to most of the book I'm planning, The Witch's Familiar:

The Minerva Monastery was a witch commune tucked away in a highland section of the Madcap Mountains. It was old, with gothic architecture and cottagecore interiors, but its current contingent of sisters prided themselves on their progressive modernity. Gone were the dress codes of yore, corporal punishment, strictly enforced gender roles, and most other hard set rules.

In fact, almost a century prior, it historically was known as the Merlin Monastery. It was a wizards' monastery, with witches as an afterthought--as women often were--along with most forms of magic typically associated with witches, such as potioncraft, herbology, healing, computer programming, fortune telling, music, polymorphism, empathy, and dollcraft.

Eventually, the sweeping worldwide effects of the wars of the 20th century reached this place. Wizards and their techniques came in high demand in the outside world, so witches were forced to pick up a lot of the slack at home.

After establishing themselves as perfectly able to practice schools of magic previously considered a wizard's domain, such as alchemy, mechanical engineering, construction, mesmerization, feats of strength, sleight of hand, divination, and so on, the witches of the monastery began to question their sexist traditions. It helped that changes of a similar vibe were sweeping much of the world at the same time--the next wave of the feminist movement.

And so, key figures in the monastery at the time campaigned for their own definitions of equality. Their disparate voices, united by oppression, unified into certain concrete demands that were eventually achieved, the biggest one being freedom from practical discrimination--all witches allowed, and equally encouraged, to pursue any and all forms of magic. A lot of the same changes happening in the wider world, where relevant, were also adopted, such as the normalization of women dressing in ways traditionally considered too masculine, or too promiscuous.

The abolishment of the societal expectation that all women settle down with a patriarch and raise children at home also made its waves at the monastery, though because the female population was primarily made up of witches already dedicated to the pursuit of their craft--who in many cases had come here specifically to escape that particular societal expectation--that particular change in the world wasn't as big a cultural adjustment here. It felt more to them like an "I told you so" smug celebration of who they were compared to the outside world.

Indeed, before, during, and after this feminist wave, the sisters at the Merlin Monastery had always collectively formed a refuge, sometimes a haven, for more fringe members of the feminine world, and more radical political ideas. It wasn't just that it was more commonplace for witches to find secretive and mischievous ways to circumvent sexist traditions back when they were still in place, under the noses of their wizard brothers. It was also common, back then, for sisters to flirt with a more radical, exclusionary feminism--one that advocated for the removal of wizards and men from their society entirely, in order to elevate and celebrate witches and feminism as either the leading force of their culture, or at least as their own space to exist freely and only amongst each other.

During the post-war wave of feminism, these flirtations turned more prominent and serious. When the pendulum began to swing in favor of feminist equality at the monastery, key witches pushed even harder. They capitalized on their momentum and started an ultimately successful movement to oust the wizards from the monastery's leadership entirely. From then on, only witches were allowed to be in charge of the newly renamed Minerva Monastery. Wizards were not banned, or discriminated against. They were merely ousted from their patriarchal structure of leadership, in favor of a matriarchal one.

This deconstruction of enforced gender roles organically led to a culture in which brothers and sisters were each free to be witch or wizard, regardless of gender. However, while many women chose to study as wizards rather than witches, it remained exceptionally rare for men to become witches.

There were no rules saying they couldn't. Nothing on paper decreed that they should face extra challenges. But, just as men in the outside world faced extra scrutiny for behaving in any ways perceived as feminine, brothers who chose to be witches were socially ostracized. Other men often perceived them as an embarrassment at best, or a traitor at worst. Women might take their choice as a threat--an attempt to intrude on their relatively new matriarchy.

Still, some men chose to pursue witchhood, despite the resulting adversity. Among those who saw themselves as more enlightened, such a decision was often respected as courageous and righteously transgressive.

For much of his early childhood, it was assumed that Cal would follow in his mothers' footsteps and become a witch. What little interest he had taken in magic seemed to affirm that notion, as he took more easily to the feminine witchcrafts he had tried, especially computer programming, and he struggled with most wizard crafts.

And that's the worldbuilding burb. For context, Cal is one of the protagonists of the book. There's a lot I could say, but I wanna keep spoilers as light as possible for now.

[gingerlolaminiaturecrafts]

One Sixth Scale Bedroom DIORAMA Part two

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[xbookinstatube]

Design a doll from a glove

Credits: Craft Gallery

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[dendrobium-writes]

Do dolls pass the mirror test

In normal circumstances, yes! However, sometimes they do not! In this case, maintenance is required! Please take any Dolls who cannot pass the mirror test to a Dollcrafter Witch immediately!

[mygoogledrivescaresme]

I found some more beautiful clown dolls at a local thrift store today. I think they're made by the same company that made Oliver-Kingstate the Dollcrafter. The one on the left came with a tag that named him Oscar, so now the theme for my clowns is that all kf their names will start with an O. I haven't come up with a name for the blue boy on the left yet, so if anyone thinks of one, leave a comment or something.

Bonus pic with their little sister