#dolls au

[nobodyfamousposts]

Dolls AU: Streamers

Adrien and Marinette couldn't take the Dolls with them all the time.

Sometimes Chaton wanted to nap in his sunny spot.

Sometimes Littlebug wanted to color in her nook.

...and sometimes, the two wanted to play video games.

And much like their parents, they were good at it!

So good apparently that they started streaming their playtimes.

....and also apparently got popular.

Because somehow, despite being unable to speak, the Dolls and their expressions and their gameplay really endeared them to a number of people.

Chaton plays horror games and makes people melt at the way his ears perk or flatten and how he jumps when he's scared.

Littlebug plays simulation games and board games. People think she's adorable even as she's beating her opponents or torturing her villagers.

...then comes the day that Alya brings up the viral account to Marinette.

Alya: And it's just amazing how real they look! Whoever set it up did a great job with the virtual setup. (Holds up phone so Marinette can see) Marinette: (Sees the video and recognizes Chaton playing FNaF) GAH! Alya: (Completely oblivious as to why she's freaked) I know! Impressive, right?

Needless to say, Marinette rushes home and finds the two playing Minecraft.

Marinette: CHATON! LITTLEBUG! Dolls: (Jump and glance back because uh oh! Mama sounds mad!) Marinette: You are grounded! Both of you! Dolls: (Pout)

[viaviv124]

Here's the fic i made you vote on how i should upload it and i finished the prologue so whee! Let the pain begin!

[dark-twist-fairytales]

... *sigh* I have more on the doll AU.

Listen! It's a good idea, alright? Okay:

Nya and Kai have supernatural abilities. They aren't uncommon in this universe, but they're deadly to talk about.

Nya has the ability to see and hear passed on spirits, but just that: The ghost of the person. Not the memories, not before their passing, just them there and now. Which, more often then not, ends up being a blank slate with vague awareness of who they were. This helps, however, as Nya can direct by asking questions and asking them to follow whatever tug they feel. More often than not, this leads to either another scene, or a doll.

Kai can see the past and hear the voices of possessed or previously owned objects. Dolls have been the most effective, each step of repairing giving more and more of the story. Each damaged part of the doll tell their own events. When dressed, that's where the entire thing pulls together, and he writes out everything.

But, they aren't the only ones with these abilities, they just know they have them.

Jay's way with technology isn't one of just someone that's been around it for their life, its part of a minor interference of his own. He's able to think of something while writing down and suddenly it's popped open on the page, or a notepad is jotting down his thoughts. He's never seen without the notepad app open, as it's his thoughts projected. Yet, if you try to find it again: Nowhere to be found.

Cole's respect for the dead and those unfortunate has offered him an outside help. He feels that 'tug' that Nya describes to ghosts, like something is physically pulling a rope around his chest to follow. Each time he follows it, he finds something to push a case forward, or a case that's fresh.

Zane's and Pixal's eyes are trained to find anything unusual, in any way, shape, or form, but maybe they're too good sometimes. In pictures, Zane finds objects that look different, warped even, then they were in real life, and Pixal the opposite.

I mentioned Lloyd in the last post, but there's a reason why Lloyd is with Kai rather than his own father, or Wu, or Misako. Lloyd, similarly to Kai and Nya, has a supernatural ability like they do.

While Lloyd can't legally help out (only being around 14 while Kai is 21), he frequently hears about 'otherbeings'. While he can't pin a name to them, he's seen them before. Sometimes, when Kai can't pin the memories down, or something seems too warped, Lloyd takes a look at the pictures. He's an outside source trying to fit in, but some cases call for his more advanced abilities.

He can see, hear, and communicate with things greater than spirits or ghosts. 'Otherbeings' to him is a general term that describes anything that isn't a living animal, that either takes the form of something else, possesses living and nonliving things alike, or is invisible to the naked eye.

[negativepeanuthoarder]

dolls AU snippet :3

Bella shudders, stumbling backwards until her back hits the cold steel wall of the vault, mind racing. There are thoughts, no, memories shifting through her head so fast she can hardly grasp onto them, feeling them slip through her fingers every moment and every minute. The feeling of a warm hand in hers, the sound of the ocean, the smell of a cologne she both does and doesn’t recognize, all of it.

Memories that both are hers and are not hers flood her mind, overwhelming her. They’re not her memories but they’re in her head and she knows that the person those memories originally belonged to wasn’t her but she was made to replace her and maybe Bella is her, but how can she be someone who died if she’s a completely separate person.

The memories curl in her brain and she’s forced to shift through them - thoughts and hopes and dreams and laughter that used to belong to someone else, now shoved into her head, their original owner long gone and leaving Bella with only their remnants, the memories, the thoughts, even the cadaver she pilots. This body isn’t hers, those memories aren’t hers - but she is them at the same time. That’s her even thought it isn’t her and she doesn’t remember being that but she does.

There was never a second person in Bella’s head, she never met the life she was meant to replace. But the remnants haunt her, curling in her mind and running through her programming, coiled and poised and ready to strike.

“What,” She manages to gasp, looking at the man across the room from her. Dream, he brain supplies, that’s his name. His name is Dream and he loved her and she loved him - except that’s not what happened because she didn’t love him, the memories inside her head did.

He coughs, hacking blood from the wound in his side, and looks at her with green eyes that used to be filled with warmth and delight and mirth - now clouded with despair and anger and misery. She meets his gaze, taking in a breath and trying to calm her storming mind.

“What am I?” Bella demands, glaring at him. She wants answers - she can’t live her entire life with memories flooding her head and the ghost of someone she never met haunting her thoughts. She has to know.

Dream searches her face, looks her over, examines her prosthetic arm - the sucker punch one, with a :) branded into the side, a manufacturing mark. The one in the display case is different than the one in the shops, she knows, rougher around the edges, extra fine tuning, this isn’t mass produced, this was crafted by Dream’s hands. His eyes rake down her body, not in a way that would have been predatory or lustful but in a miserable, mourning sense, like he’s looking at a corpse.

And to him, Bella thinks, she must be. Little more than a shell of what he wanted her to be.

She staggers to her feet, reaching down for the pistol Grimes gave her. It’s out of bullets but it’d probably scare him anyways - he doesn’t need to know that. “What am I?” She demands, holding the gun and clicking the safety off. “Answer me!”

He laughs, breathlessly, and there’s a hint of a wheeze there. The wheezing laugh he used to have before they met, from an injury he’d had fixed. One she’d brought back by stabbing him.

Bella knows she should hate him, a filthy capitalist pig, but the memories of the person who left cloud her judgment and she sees him in a new light. Desperate, lost, willing to do anything to bring her back, even lose himself in the process. She shoves her thoughts away in a desperate attempt to keep hating him.

“You,” He rasps, looking up at her with those green, pained eyes. “Are a fucking mistake.”

Bella damn near drops her gun. “What did you just call me?”

“I called you what you are,” He hisses, the misery and loneliness in his eyes giving way to seething rage. “You’re a prototype, and experiment that went rogue, an accident. You’re the alpha version, the first go, the accident. You aren’t the person I was trying to rescue, you are an accident and a first draft.”

Bella shoves the pistol forwards and he reaches up and grabs it from her hands, tossing it across the room where it clatters against the wall. “There’s no bullets in that,” He tells her aimlessly. “And besides, you won’t shoot me.”

“I stabbed you,” She hisses. “I could kill you right now.”

“You won’t,” Dream replies coldly. “You and every other android on this planet can’t kill me. You can get close, sure, but you’ll stop and save my life before I die. It’s in your code, in your nature.”

“You tried to recreate someone you loved from scratch and you took her free will?!” Bella demands, even more horrified. “You were going to bring her back as what, a puppet?”

His rage gives way to misery again and he looks away from her, coughing again. “If everything had gone according to plan she would’ve been brought to my office personally so I could activate her myself and tweak her code. She was going to have her software block removed, but you fucked that up.”

“You’re lying,” Bella snarls, rage for this woman she never met building in her. “You just wanted to control her.”

“I JUST WANTED HER ALIVE!” He snaps, pausing to cough for air. “SHE DIED AND IT WAS MY FAULT AND I WAS GOING TO BRING HER BACK UNTIL YOU APPEARED AND FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!”

Bella remembers him, well, the memories of him resurface. He’d do anything for their friends, he’d do anything for anyone, he loved so deeply and so completely that of course he’d get desperate in an attempt to resurrect the person she isn’t but was meant to replace. But in his desperation he lost himself, lost his purpose, hell, lost her. 

The building is burned now - all his hard drives and work have been destroyed. There won’t be any more dolls, the factories are all in flames and flooded and the perfect woman stores have been mangled beyond repair. There are no more dolls. There are no second chances. There isn’t another opportunity for him to bring her back.

Bella, momentarily, feels pity for him.

Silly man, playing God, being Victor Frankenstein, making poor decisions, silly silly man. And like Frankenstein he’ll die, but not through freezing, by bleeding out in the vault down here. Bella knows it’s in her code to save his life but she’ll stop herself, she’ll lock him in here and throw away the key. He’ll die and be with his lover who he lost and she’ll be left to clean up the mess he left behind.

It’s not fair, it never was fair, and it never will be fair. There is no “fair”, there are no second chances. There is not another go at life. There’s only the life that they have left and the fight that they need to make it bearable.

“Please,” He rasps from the floor as she turns her back on him. “Please, Bella, love-”

“Don’t call me that,” She hisses at him, whirling around to glare at him. “What the hell do you want?”

“I-” He coughs again. “There’s- my friends, Sapnap a- and George. They-” He breaks into another coughing fit and Bella fights the instincts screaming at her to run and help him. “They were my best friends and I missed their lives trying to bring her back,” He sniffled. “Their wedding, the birth of their kids, I missed it all. Please,” He coughs. “Please tell them I’m sorry?”

Bella looks at him but she can’t bring herself to be cruel a final time. She hisses in a breath and glares at him. “Fine.” She snips. “I owe you nothing but I’ll be compassionate for you.”

“Th- thank you,” He whispers, slumping to the side, and Bella leaves and locks the vault as fast as she can, before she rushes back in and drags him to a hospital.

She feels like she’s aged a hundred years, exhausted and miserable and furious and sad. But there’s nothing more she can do, nothing left to cope with other than the memories in her head and the dying man beneath the building.

Bella walks back through the charred headquarters of the doll empire until she finds a couch - a loveseat, really - where she collapses, curling into a ball, and cries herself to sleep.

[littlemisssoulful]

Mr. Men Show’s AU Dollhouse

Rodger Hargreaves wanted to give his son, Adam, some friends, and doing so, he created a doll of an orange round man with long arms with a king costume. Suddenly, it came to life and was named Mr. Tickle. Since then, he created more dolls and Adam became friends with them and they even built their own city called Dillydale.

The Dolls

Miss Bossy: Queen Costume

Mr. Bounce: Frog Costume

Mr. Bump: Steampunk Costume

Miss Calamity: Cat Costume

Miss Chatterbox: Angel Costume

Miss Daredevil: Stuntwoman Costume

Mr. Funny: Clown Costume

Mr. Fussy: Victorian Era Costume

Miss Giggles: Flower Costume

Mr. Grumpy: Death Costume

Mr. Happy: Doctor

Miss Helpful: Electrician Costume

Mr. Lazy: Hipster Costume

Miss Magic: Magician Costume

Mr. Messy: Rockstar Costume

Miss Naughty: Devil Costume

Mr. Nervous: Sailor Costume

Mr. Noisy: Tango Dancer Costume

Mr. Nosey: Gnome Costume

Mr. Quiet: Kung Fu Costume

Mr. Rude: Chef Costume

Miss Scary: Vampire Costume

Mr. Scatterbrain: Jester Costume 

Mr. Small: Gnome Costume

Mr. Strong: Hercules Costume

Mr. Stubborn: Werewolf Costume

Miss Sunshine: Mermaid Costume

Mr. Tall: Alien Costume

Mr. Tickle: King Costume

Miss Whoops: Steampunk Costume

This AU is inspired by Pinocchio and Toy Story.💖

[matchstique]

Submission for a DTIYS by @cupcakeslushie ! I do love my boy Donnie. EW! Donnie should not have scissors tho…he should be given much more dangerous and sharper objects. Possibly even plutonium. As a treat.

Empyrean Weeping is cool ya’ll should check it. Be aware this is some heavy content in the story tho!

[supd00dle]

love me some fan made mobian Metal Sonics @artkotaro (these two belong to them!!)

[foolnamedjoey]

Together forever, fixed and broken

[wayward-delver]

How to cuddle a Disassembly Drone. 💛💜

By tsukiiyo (comm)

@/rottentricks Judgement AU

[kyoukorpse]

some drawings i did over the last week of a younger/early cult days Chirin feat. their follower Doll, one of the first born inside their cult who ended up showing a Very protective side as she got older (and bigger).

but what else can u expect from a great pyrenees whose leader/guardian figure is a sheep lol

[nuzipilled]

human au ive been cooking up with @kylelily123abc4. on our bullshit as usual lol. tessa and thad still to come (old image, will be updated as info does)

slice of life/college scenario where J, V and N are decommissioned marines that were severely traumatized/disabled overseas. Uzi is an engineering undergrad who works at the hospital they’re put into inpatient care at for volunteer hours. Cyn is an active duty UAV pilot (title since changed to captain) and doll/lizzy are uzi’s classmates. Not super fleshed out but its comin along. (yes tessa is alive, she is a surgeon who flies across the world to take care of her friends, especially J because surely that is the most normal and straight thing a woman can do for another woman)

[nobodyfamousposts]

Hey I love your work. This idea keeps popping up in my head involving your doll au. I know in your posts for this au marinette still become guardian and let's say a situation causes a scene similar to the beginning of gang of secrets. Girl squad comes over, confess her secret, starts to look through her room. But instead of almost finding the box, they find Chatton drawing behind a pillow. I imagine 5 one-shots of the each girl babysitting him. Or did I just create the origin of reluctant dark l

Chaton was having a good day!

He got to rest in Mister Sunbeam. But he wasn't sleepy. Instead he was working! He was being artsy, just like Mama!

Chaton had a big piece of paper and his own cray-eons to draw with! And he was drawing all sorts of things!

He was drawing Mama! And Mama as a hero! The best hero! Spotty Mama with a cape and staff!

And he was drawing Pinkling and Greenie and Grand Pa Fu! And the Box! And the Friends Inside!

And Untie! And cookies! And kitties!

Hmm….he was running out of space on the paper.

But he had more paper to draw even more things on! Yay!

He thought it over and was debating whether to draw an alien or a unicorn.

…..he couldn't make up his mind, so he decided to do both and draw a space unicorn!

And he delivers rainbows and smiles!

And he shoots marshmallows with his laser!

Chaton got really into his drawing that he stopped paying attention to the sounds of the bakery below.

Even when those sounds started getting louder.

Alya, for her part, wasn't having that good of a day. But it was going to improve now that she had a plan to talk to her best friend. And she was going to ge some answers, mark her words!

"Okay, we'll talk to Marinette and get her to tell us the truth so we can help her!" Alya explained the plan with the other girls in tow.

Alix frowned, uncertain. "Maybe we should let her talk to us in her own time?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "I am not going to stand by when my girl is hiding secrets!"

And not wasting any time, she shoved open the door to Marinette's room.

"Marinette! We've come for the truth!" She announced.

Silence.

Nothing but silence and an empty room.

Empty and silent.

Except for the sounds of scratching on paper.

And Marinette's Chat Noir doll in the middle of her room. Whom was clearly the one drawing on the paper. And looking quite happy with himself.

The girls stared.

Chaton finally took notice of the intrusion and turned to the ones responsible.

They gaped at him.

Chaton stared back, a bit surprised. People? Who were these people? Why were they there? What were they doing there?

Then he realized that there WERE people there and remembered that he was supposed to not be caughted.

Chaton flopped back onto the ground, pretending to be a regular toy and hoping they didn't see him.

Alya stared in disbelief.

"No, don't try pretending now. We saw you." She told him.

No, they didn't. Chaton insisted.

[viaviv124]

A small drawing i did relating to my Dolls fic 👀

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I have.. The creepiest AU imaginable.

I'm not a huge fan of dolls. Stuffed animals? Hell yeah. Dolls? Nope. Not a bit. I still own to porcelain dolls because they're adorable and the hair covers their eyes.

This is creepy to me because it involves dolls. The unsettling nature of them in general, with that being said:

This is a powerless AU, so they don't have their original powers.

Zane works as a detective on murder cases. Particularly, those of younge children, as he's able to stomach those cases better than others on the field. His evidence team consists of Nya and Pixal, while for the same reason that Zane works on these cases.

Jay runs as a member of the police force, logging numbers and cases, but is generally pulled to Zane's team as the researcher. Zane trusts him the most out of everyone else.

Cole works as a coroner, having a strive and natural talent for it. He respects the dead a lot and wants to bring justice. Once again, Zane trusts him, so he's set on Zane's cases most often, even being brought to field for certain cases.

Kai works as a doll repairer. See why I mention them before? Entirely creeped out by them, but he still repairs them. It's good money, plus it keeps Lloyd away from police work, as Lloyd is far into his legal care.

But, what makes this creepy? Unsettling even?

Maybe, for the abilities they have. Nya is always on the case, and finds the most out-of-place evidence that gets them closer to the killer. But, more often, to dolls.

Kai almost seems near panicked for each step of the way during repairs, destroying them to bring them back. It could be a near new doll, it's still.. Unsettling. Anonymous letters are always sent on those cases.

But, those anonymous letters hold meaning. They never out-right tell information, they'd sound crazy! It's not a game they play, they're crafted to hide messages away from prying eyes. Jay hasn't missed a single message since then, and each time, there's a diagram of the doll.

That diagram gets sent down to Cole once it's all decoded, and without a doubt: Everything listed is found on the cases body. But, wait wait- You can't smuggle evidence away, you're tampering with a case!

.. Not if they're never found as evidence. If there's no pictures of them, then how are you able to tell? Pixal is stratigic with how she frames pictures

And the detective is always heading towards that doll shop...

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Dolls AU Dream

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