#dolls au

[nobodyfamousposts]

Dolls AU: Feeding

Adding some more lore to the AU, don’t mind me:

If she was going to keep her new little companion, then she needed to know how to care for him. Part of that was that she needed to know what he would eat.

As such, Marinette decided some testing was in order!

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Chaton had no idea what she was talking about, but was happy to take part, especially when she started bringing him tasty things.

Tikki just giggled.

Marinette ignored the giggles and just focused on keeping track with notebook in hand.

Feeding…

Croissants

Going with small and simple seemed to be a good start, so she started with a croissant from the bakery. They had plenty after all and they were easy enough to get. Her parents wouldn’t notice one or two missing.

Chaton munched contentedly on the buttery pastry piece. Marinette even further tested it by cutting up one croissant into pieces and pairing the other pieces with different foods to see his reactions.

He seemed pleased enough with the first piece by itself. She gave him a second piece with a bit of jam, to which he hummed a little in consideration as he tasted it and ended up finishing it off. The third piece was served with a little cup of Consommé soup, which Chaton clearly enjoyed. The last piece had been cut in half to make a little sandwich with ham and cheese, which was also eaten in short order.

So croissants were a “yes”, along with soup, ham, cheese, and jam.

Protein

Taking the ham croissant sandwich as a starting point, she tested other kinds. Marinette arranged an array of little dishes—small plates for him to test and taste to see which he would be drawn to and which he would avoid.

…there wasn’t much in the latter group. Chaton seemed to like everything.

Ham was already acceptable, so she started with leftovers—plain chicken, turkey, and a bit of roast. Chaton wasn’t picky and soon enough the other little dishes she prepared were gone. 

Another time, she tested fish dishes. It was a little difficult to explain to her parents why she wanted to try so many types of seafood lately but keep them so plain. Fortunately, she was able to get by with the excuse of health and wanting specifically the flavor of the food in question, and her parents accepted it and sent her on her way with the dishes.

Chaton immediately pounced.

“Well, we know he’s a cat.” Tikki giggled.

Marinette gave a smile and put a star next to fish in the notebook.

Once she confirmed he was okay with meat in general and the types, she later tested more complex and flavorful meals.

Steak Tartare was often an appetizer so it seemed like a good starter. Chaton took to it easy. Steak-frites was simple enough and went over equally well. Other dishes were also devoured without issue or fuss.

She tried more dishes inspired by her mother’s side of the family and while she worried a bit about how he would take to the sauces and spices, Chaton didn’t have too much trouble. So at least he wasn’t too much like a cat.

Eggs were probably fine. She hadn’t actually tried to test it so much as she accidentally found out when Chaton had gotten to the quiche she brought up for dinner at one point and ate most of it before she had returned and caught him. It nearly gave her a heart attack though.

She was only a little exasperated and the poor guy looked so guilty. She just pet him with a soft reassurance and got herself another slice.

She carefully brushed off her dad’s comment about how hungry she must be.

Vegetables

She had expected some difficulty with this given the typical aversion most children tended to have for veggies.

Chaton for his part didn’t...hate the vegetables, at least. But he didn’t seem to really like them, either. Not unless they were cooked in things.

Raw lettuce or broccoli were okay. He would eat them if she asked but otherwise didn’t seem particularly interested. He wasn’t reluctant or unhappy about it. Indifferent would probably be the best description.

But spinach quiche or carrot soup were definitely preferred. Even tossed into a salad with a vinaigrette and other toppings was well received.

She hadn’t even had to direct him to eat. Most times when she came in with a tray, he would easily approach with curiosity or excitement. Really, she had a harder time finding food he didn’t like.

She tried to ask Chaton about it, but his answer didn't really make sense.

Warm

Marinette was understandably confused by that. The croissants had cooled a bit by the time she got one to Chaton. And the ham certainly wasn’t heated, being taken right from the refrigerator. Neither was the jam. Or the raw vegetables. Some of the soups and other dishes were served chilled.

Warm, he insisted.

She decided to accept the answer for now and just keep the statement in mind.

Sweets

Chaton clearly had a favorite.

Cookies, cookies, cookies.

Pan, cakes, pies, tarts, cannolis. As long as it was a pastry of some sort—puff, choux, filo, it didn’t matter. Fresh from the oven or a little stale, he enjoyed them all. On the plus side, it was a way of managing the surplus at the bakery.

Marinette marked down on her notepad, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated on writing each one.

Macarons though, were a favorite. Noted and underlined.

Chaton practically inhaled them.

Tikki giggled. “Well of course! They are the best, after all.”

“I do worry though.” Marinette said as she put her pen down and watched Chaton noming on another buttered pastry. “There’s no manual for this. I have no way of knowing if he has allergies and sensitivities. Well it’s nice that he’ll eat anything I bring him, that is a worry in itself that he may end up eating something not good for him.”

Not that she felt she was helping with that as she opened a container of a small store brand cake she had bought for a small dessert.

“Chaton seems to know what is good to eat, though.” Tikki pointed out. “I think you can trust him to know what is good for him.”

Marinette made a face. “Though the way he’s going, he may end up eating nothing but croissants and cookies.”

Tikki looked up at her, innocently.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Tikki!”

The kwami giggled.

Marinette sighed and shook her head at the antics. With the latest meal done, she gathered up the plates and headed downstairs to clean them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chaton climbed up the desk and stared at the new food that his Creator had brought. Curious, he sniffed at the cake and gave a tentative nom.

He immediately made a sour face and backed away.

Tikki giggled.

Chaton looked at the Pinkling, confused and wondering why his Creator would like such a thing.

Tikki patted him on the head.

“Don’t worry. Humans just have a sense of taste that isn’t as strong as yours.”

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“She won’t eat, Plagg!”

“Maybe she doesn’t need to?”

“C’mon, Littlebug...” He entreated, holding up the fork with a piece of salad to her. “Please?”

She stared up at him, looking almost sad. Then finally turned her head away.

He didn’t get it! His meals were specifically tailored to be nutritious and healthy for him. So surely they should be good for Littlebug too, right?

But she wouldn’t eat anything. She seemed to bristle when he tried to feed her. At first he thought she may just not like the specific meal…or the next…or each of the ones after that.

But it had been a week and she hasn’t eaten anything. That wasn’t normal, was it?

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” He pleaded. 

She paused, considering for a moment, before wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to give herself a hug.

She shivered a little and looked up at him pitifully.

Cold

“Cold?” He asked, uncertain. “Is it too cold?”

She hesitated before nodding.

He didn’t understand though. Sure, the salad was chilled, but the rest of the meal was still warm. Previous times, he had worried that he had waited too long to sneak her food so he had taken to sneaking her to the table or having his meals in his room. 

It didn’t make a difference. Even other meals that were piping hot were soundly rejected. She refused to take so much as a nibble, only ever frowning at the food when she saw it.

No amount of cajoling on Adrien’s part could get her to eat and he just didn’t know why!

“But it just came from the kitchen! I could microwave it if it’ll help.”

She shook her head insistently.

Cold

Then she held out her arms to Adrien wanting a hug.

Adrien immediately picked her up and held her close, unsure if he was comforting her or himself. He was worried. What if she didn’t eat and got sick? Magic or not, she needed to take in sustenance somehow, right? Nothing really lived without needing to eat—even plants still subsisted on water, nutrients in the soil, and sunlight.

“Relaaax.” Plagg drawled, waving dismissively. “There have been tons of golems over the centuries and plenty of them didn’t eat.”

“But how do you know?”

Plagg gave him a look. “I’m a kwami! Do you really think I wouldn’t know what I’m talking about?”

What followed was a lesson only outmatched by Plagg’s previous lecture giving a detailed breakdown of the cheese-making process, of what happens and what is necessary for it to work, and why that makes it the most artful form of destruction and the pinnacle of what mankind can achieve. The lecture Adrien got after he complained one too many times about the Camembert and how gross it was. 

This one wasn’t nearly as bad though. Mostly because it addressed his worry, and the subject itself was pretty interesting.

“In lieu of food, she gets her energy from the ambient energy and magic around her.  In this case, me and you. It’s why she’s so huggy.” Plagg explained, gesturing to Littlebug who was still cuddling close to the blond.

“So she’ll really be okay without food?” Adrien asked, looking down at Littlebug in worry and hugging her back.

Plagg shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. Golems are magic. They don’t technically need to eat. It just supplements the energy she uses to function.”

“Are you sure?” Adrien asked.

“Plenty of golems never ate.” Plagg insisted lazily, waving off the issue.

“And what happened to them?”

Silence.

A long pause followed.

“…Plagg?”

Silence.

“There are still other golems around, right Plagg?”

Plagg started to sweat.

Adrien frowned, growing more anxious. “Plagg?”

The kwami ignored the question and cleared his throat.

“Yeaaaah we may need to start you on magic lessons.”

[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.

[thatneoncrisis]

fucked up and evil that i Have been drawing and writing all through january but none of you are allowed to see it

[ashcremated]

he was a celestial immortal demoted to volcano spirit, he was a cultivator on a mission to kill demons, can i make it even more obvious? lil bday gift for @ranilla-bean, hi fratm di brutte vibes 💕 xianxia au century egg pookie be upon ye 💋💋🍋🌋🌋

[supd00dle]

Uhhh I’m self conscious about my writing, please be nice 😔

I’ll edit some of these later…

[aveloka-draws]

Can we see more of your lamb's outfits? 👉👈

sketched some for fun, I should do more i need to practice drawing clothing mm

[wayward-delver]

How to cuddle a Disassembly Drone. 💛💜

By tsukiiyo (comm)

@/rottentricks Judgement AU

[evgar]

modern au in which:

lilia hires rio

rio falls for agatha (literally)

and agatha is... agatha

agatha - architect, late 20s

rio - landscaper, early 30s

[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!

[nobodyfamousposts]

(Just putting this out there because YouTube recommends been sending doctor who clips while I was craving doll au.) Since chaton and little bug often dimensions travel; what are the chances of them crossing path with The Doctor (not picking on which incarnation)?

Doctor: (Studying the Dolls) You aren’t any alien species I know of. Though you do resemble a couple of constructs I’ve seen, you are quite different. (Picks up Chaton and looks him over) Not mechanical or biological, but still sentient. You are very much alive!

Chaton: (Purrs)

Doctor: Alive and lively! Remarkable!

Littlebug: (Playing with his sonic screwdriver)

Doctor: Should I be letting her play with that?

Doctor: (Shrugs) Eh, I’m sure it’s fine. They’re children. She’s just a little curious.

Littlebug: (Pushes a button and creates sparks)

Doctor: Ah. Right. They are children. (Immediately takes the screwdriver) No no! None of that now!

Doctor: (Holding Littlebug and Chaton with one arm and the sonic screwdriver in the other hand) All right, maybe a BIT more supervision is needed but it's fine!

Chaton: (Nomming on his arm)

Littlebug: (Trying to grab the sonic screwdriver)

Doctor: …this is fine.

[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...

[viaviv124]

THE URGE TO YAP ABOUT YOUR PROJECT BC WRITING IS HARD AND YOU WANNA SHARE THE IDEAS BUT YOU ALSO DONT WANNA SPOIL YOUR READERS RAHHHHHH

[ratiishu]

some solver gals! (redesigned Uzi cuz I didn't like how I drew her before 😭)

Some details of Young Solver Cyn's design:

Beginning to lose hair because of the solver but also starts turning white

Has several open (decaying) wounds on her body, shes basically skinning herself and she doesnt rlly feel anything from it at all since under her skin is now her new body aka the one I drew a while back.

Her right eye where her solver eye usually appears has also damaged her skin which leads to Cyn constantly scratching it until she rips it off when she feels like it cuz she was beginning to feel no pain

Her chest and hands are the most ripped and torn apart parts of her body that N and Tessa has to make sure she covers her wounds well since both of them are extremely worried about her 😭

Bonus detail N still tries to style Cyn's hair even despite the fact she has been losing hair (auugghhh supportive big brother n)

TW// Non-sexual nudity on next image!

Came up with an idea where the solver's chest part of their body begins to decay or burn off from their body, revealing their solver body underneath the skin IDK it kinda adds some gruesomeness to the Solver for my au hehe

[mishim0]

Human gang struggling with vampire things yk?

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐩 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Bunny and Chris come home early, letting Doll and Matt know they need to shut the fuck up.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, soft dom Matt. Doll Reader x Matt. Bunny x Chris (combined AU with @muwapsturniolo)

With love and big tits, Rose

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“You’re gonna let me hear everything, hm?” Matt smiles against your lips, mumbling the words sloppily as he moves his mouth against yours with immense passion. 

Bunny and Chris were finally gone, out on a surprise date Chris had planned. Nick was off with his own friends too. The house was yours. And Matt was more than ready to take advantage of that. 

“Mhm,” you hum. 

Your hands curl in his hair, his lips starting to kiss down your neck. Matt sucks on the sensitive skin, letting his hands roam up and down your naked sides, hovering over you as you feel his sticky tip glide between your thighs – almost brushing against the heat between your legs. 

The way he touches you is intoxicating. It’s not rushed, but it’s excited. Slow movements somehow feeling desperate, his own moans vibrating against your skin as he glides his cock against your thigh for some sort of friction. 

“Doll, I – I wanna hear it all, okay? No holdin’ back,” he husks, lifting his head up to look you straight in the eyes. 

Biting on your lip, you nod up at him. You love how obsessed he is with hearing you moan for him – you love how passionate he is about pleasing you. 

Matt licks over his teeth, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky sigh, slowly pushing his cock into your sobbing pussy. 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” he seethes, pausing as he bottoms out, almost as if to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

The sharp gasp that leaves your lips is hypnotizing. Matt finds himself slowly starting to pump his cock in and out of you, his pride floating as whines push through your mouth. 

He’s making you feel good. So good.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps, grunting as he starts to push himself deeper and harder into you, “-lemme hear it – fuck – sound so pretty for me. So fuckin’ – mph,” he bites on his lips hard. His words and movements are already affecting you so much, your walls pulsating around his length as you feel the high start to build in your gut. 

Matt flexes his hips as far as they will go, keeping himself buried in you, grinding his cock inside while stimulating your clit. It’s all to make you feel good. And to stop himself from cumming too soon. 

“Doll, you – shit – keep suckin’ me in. So – so deep,”

Your moans get louder and louder. The creaking of the bed only seems to become more aggressive, the noise only amplifying the sensation of his hard length rutting into you over and over again. 

“Matt, Matt — oh!” 

A cry crumbles through your lips as he fucks himself right into your sweet spot. Your clit has become more sensitive, his grinding motions only feeding the swarm of warmth in your stomach as you clutch onto his biceps. 

Matt seethes as he feels your nails sink in. The whines and moans singing through your lips only encourage him, making his hips ram into you with lust and passion. 

“My – my girl,” he says, stuttering between thrusts. 

Your mouth drops open with raw sounds. You’re so lost in the moment – so lost in everything he’s giving you. 

And he’s the same. 

Matt is trying to hold off his release. He watches your face scrunch, biting hard on his lower lips as he feels himself edge impossibly close. 

Both of you are so distracted, so intertwined in the pure bliss, pleasure, and love. 

“-’m – c-close,” you stammer. 

And he can feel it. 

Matt’s chest and stomach clench hard as he feels your walls start to collapse even tighter around his cock. He’s completely drunk off of you, letting his instincts take over as he keeps gliding his hard length in and out of you, making sure to grind against your puffy clit. 

Squelches echoe. The sound of footsteps are almost nonexistent – until they come right towards the door, a pounding on the wood nearly drawing you out of your blissful state. 

“You horny fucks, keep it down!” Bunny exclaims. 

Your eyes go wide with shock. 

But – you’re so close. 

Matt looks down at you, keeping his motions precise and rhythmic. “Shhhhh, just – fuck, Doll. Focus on me, just me, okay? Thaaattt’s it – “ he sighs, cradling your head into the crook of his neck as he rides you through the intense high, his own cum starting to spill into you as he finally lets go. 

“-good job, sweetheart. Fuck,” he purrs, the feeling of your walls practically milking him consuming every single thought passing through his mind, “--so good, do-doin’ so good.” 

His movements come to a slow halt. 

Realization rushes through you, embarrassment making your face scrunch up as you hear another pounding on the door, a more aggressive bang accompanied by Chris’ voice, “Shut the fuck up. Bun and I don’t need to hear that shit. Jesus.” 

Matt rolls his eyes, falling limp on top of you as he starts to nuzzle his face between your breasts. 

“Chris,” he shouts, pulling you tighter as he tries to keep some of his temper under control, “-go away and get over it.”

You laugh as you hear Chris mumbling through the door;

“-get over it? Can you believe that shit, Bun? I mean, the kids are fuckin’ so damn loud…” 

[supd00dle]

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