#empty dollhouse

[somewhere-in-a-microwave]

This should be an challenge where you must add stuff to this empty dollhouse (it can be anythinggggg), just don't forget to credit the original post.

[somewhere-in-a-microwave]

I don't know why I challenged myself to add stuff to this picture of a dollhouse in Google Slides but I think it's quite interesting to try and decorate a dollhouse without a decorate-a-room game.

Also:

This was based off of this reblog I made:

[puppetmaster13u]

have a very early wip of a tea party :>

This is @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll Au

[peculiardoll]

[beneaththebloodriver]

Miss Envy, fearsome Witch of The Northwest (Avenue), was warm enough for a witch. Her other dolls, Limedust, Sockdrawer, and Lilly-Belle Marie, were some of the nicest dolls you'd ever met. Far from the emotionless little corporate drones you were used to meeting, each of them was their own little ball of sunshine. Limedust always had a cup of tea ready, Sockdrawer was fantastic at cleaning. Within five minutes of you walking in on that fateful day she had the home cleaned of every bit of debris with barely a sweat broken. Supernatural housework skills made what should have been a day long task into nothing at all -- it was, frankly, fascinating.

And, of course, there was Lilly-Belle. Envy was the type to play favorites; it was a thing some witches did, instigating competition in the ranks of the dolls. Whether it was to prevent unionization or for simple amusement, it was rare that a group of dolls didn't have lingering resentment just under the surface. But they don't fight about it, not visibly. Such slights are remembered and behavior algorithms are modified; dolls in conflict are always angling, always searching for the perfect opportunity to climb to the top of the dollbucket and receive Miss' full and undivided attention. Lilly-Belle was the type of Doll that had no qualms about stepping on her so-called sisters.

"Miss! Miss, This One has finished gathering the ingredients! Shall we depart for the sanctum?"

Lilly, you noted, had her arms full with a basket full of various items, wands and elixir bottles and a few snacks, strangely enough. She was dressed up in her special-made regalia -- a reward for fighting off a pack of mushroom monsters from the fungal dimension singlehandedly while Miss was away. It was, supposedly, enchanted to enhance her magical abilities, casting an alluring aura over her that made any doll or Person around draw their eyes to her presence.

It was garish, in your opinion. Lilly-Belle's entire existence was Garish. Everything she owned was so pretty, so elegant. She got it all from Miss Envy. She was Envy's favorite. Not you, or Limedust, or Sockdrawer. Lilly-FREAKING-Belle. Oh, how you hated her, how your eyes drilled into the back of her stupid, pretty white porcelain neck with all those intricate, lovingly drawn sigils on the smooth surface. You wanted to...

...to...

...shatter her. She didn't deserve the love she got, all haughty and uptight, never playing with you or your sisters, never coming for the tea parties, always at Miss' side, always bogarting her attention. And... and...

And Miss. Many thought the relationship between a doll and a witch was one of subservience, and to a casual observer, it was. But Dolls were powerful things, and the only thing that kept them on a leash was either fear for or love of their witch, and Envy had failed to instill either one in her other dolls, as of late. She seemed to have eyes only for Lilly-Belle.

Lonely Dolls do silly things, you think, as you look over at Limedust, and for a moment, the teacup morphs into glass and whirling smoke, the quiet sipping replaced by a roiling bubbling. Limedust's faceplate is wrapped around the edges of the b-- teacup, drinking down a special tea from her stash, one that brought temporary Stillness. It was relaxing, and helped her sleep.

You smile at her, and she smiles back before lying back on the couch and conking out. She's still as rocks, now. Good. She'll be asleep for what comes next.

You creep out of the living room and into the kitchen, plucking your favorite butcher's knife from the block. Your job is cooking; it's the entire reason Envy picked you, you can cook better than any of the other 'layabouts', as she calls your sisters -- save for, of course, Belle. Lilly-Belle is no layabout, she's a very useful doll, she makes Miss so proud, so happy...

Your grip tightens on the knife's handle and you exit the kitchen, headed for the door to Miss' sanctum. They'll be in here, they always are. This is where they do their spells. This is where the magic happens.

This is where it will die.

You peek under the crack of the door and see a set of porcelain feet on the floor, another set of feet -- obviously Miss' -- on either side of them. You can hear rhythmic, eldritch chanting slithering from under the crack, and there's a flashing of red lights and deep, thrumming bass music. Whatever is going on in there?

...you realize you don't care. Whatever's going on in there has them distracted. It'll make this easy. You get to your feet and slowly rotate the door knob, opening the door as quietly as you can, only

for the Spell to Break,

and Lilly's porcelain, white and blue, is now tan and coated with streaks of crimson. Miss' mouth moves in ways you don't understand, a rapid burble of glossolalian spilling from her mouth as she digs a knife into Lilly-Belle's skin, ignoring the poor doll's cries of pain.

"Hush, deary, I'll be done soon, and the spell will be complete, hmm? Don't you want to be mine, forever? You need this if you don't want to be taken away from..."

You teleport, almost. You don't -- you run, putting strong, sturdy dollish legs to use, putting holes in the floorboards with your hooves as you lunge at Envy. You feel the knife jolt back as it makes contact with her chest, before flesh gives beneath steel and she falls to the floor, dropping her own bloodied blade with a clatter. Lilly-Belle is screaming, now, tears streaming down her face as she nurses her wounds and watches you tear into Envy.

You pull the knife out, feeling the sucking of a vacuum pull on the blade for a second as it comes free, and then you drive it back in in a different place. Again, again, again, again -- you keep stabbing, not letting the Witch gasp out even a word as you tear open her throat. "DIE!" you shout, "DIE, DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIE!"

Die she does. Envy, after a solid minute of stabbing, lies cold and limp on the floor, silver eyes glassy and dead, staring at the ceiling as blood drips from her ruined neck and chest and stomach and --

"...Annaon?" asks Limedust, finally, as you sit there and breathe, fury subsiding as you contemplate the corpse beneath you. "Annaon, what did... what did you do?!"

You look down at the body. It's still bloody. Not perfect. Not pretty. It's an awful sight. Everything is awful. The room you're in -- a dingy apartment bedroom with a floor coated in old energy drink cans and rain stains in the ceiling -- is ugly. The dead woman you're lying on top of was at one point pretty, but the various stab wounds have taken that from her.

Lilly is pretty, but also sobbing in the corner, blood running from her skin. Lime is standing in the doorway, confused, scared, fumbling with her phone. Sock is nowhere to be seen.

And the Witch is dead. The wicked witch is dead, and you killed her. The spell, you realize, is broken. Gone are the brass fittings and steel hooves. Gone is Lilly's flawless porcelain skin, replaced with arms full of cheap tattoos. Gone is the life in Lime's eyes, replaced with a red haze and watery tears as the realization hits all of you. Why did you do that? Why were you -- why?

You don't have an answer. Only a knife. You point it at Lime.

"Call the constables and it's you next. Get some trash bags, I'll head out to the shed and get Miss' hacksaw."

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Life-sized dollhouse. Beckley, WV.

[cult-of-dollbabies]

The Dollhouse reminds me of that one writing prompt that goes something like 'you die and you find yourself entering a theater full of people who kind of look like you and as you sit down the screen starts playing your next life'

[kintsug1kitsune]

this one and its Master have made a new server welcoming everyone and everything from Empty Spaces to join! check us out here:

[dxllhcuse]

// This is possibly the quickest drawing I have ever done. I really was trying my best to finish for today, so I do apologize if there is any mistakes.

Anyways here's a redraw of Ichimatsu. It's mostly the eyes that made me want to redraw her since like it was those times where I try to combine anime eye style into my art style and it was um..... not good lmao

[disco-cola]

beyond belief is literally as much horror as i can take im so weak i used to watch it when it was on tv growing up in the 2000s which i shouldnt have at my age theres still a handful of episodes that scar me until this day like the one with the red eyes i literally think of it so often still whenever i go into a dark room ☠

[theharrowing]

Writers ask if you're still answering these lol

1 (bc I'm a sucker for fonts idk why)

25 (any dollhouse character)

Thank you💜

wassuuuup babieeeee!!! let's get it!

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

i usually write in the default setting on docs, which is calibri, right? but often, especially when i am tired, i will edit in comic sans, because it is easier for me to read (dyslexia, yay!!!) and when i do screencaps for fics, i switched over to times new roman bc i feel like a serif font is more widely approachable than a sans serif? idk if that's true, but that's what i learned 84 years ago when i was a graphic design student lolol.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Dollhouse Yoongi once nearly drowned as a kid, at someone's pool (he can't quite remember, but he thinks it may have been a family friend.) his parents were nearby, but not close enough to see him flailing when he became too tired from swimming and started to sink. luckily, he remembered from swim class to try to relax and slowly paddle his hands and feet, and he managed to float to the top on his back and slowly made his wat to the edge, to hold on.

send me some weird asks!

[assassinbugs]

all with comfortable bedding & pillows and stuff ofc <3

[idledreams4]

ahhh I have to go hand out resumes but I am not mentally prepared like at all TwT

A couple people told me a pet store place in town is hiring though so hopefully I can get in there :D

I would like working with the animals. I think that would be fun and beneficial for anxiety ☺️

I actually wanted to do some volunteer work with the animal shelter for high school community service hours, but it's in the next town over and I don't drive so I never got to.

[bukuoshin]

Need to figure out how to make miniatures for my niece who is too young to have anything potentially toxic (she's just barely outside of the "swallowing toys" phase, but still bites her toys).

For now, I'm just gonna have to make like. Bedding for her dolls. And settle with that.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Basically, it’s discovered that to help stabilize Danielle, aka Ellie, it’d be best to have her be smaller. She refused to be turned into a kid by Frostbite/her own power ability, when Danny remembered the shrink ray his parents made. The side effect is that they’re kind of stuck as humans when they’re that small—they can use some ghost powers, but basically, it’s a weird side effect of the shrink ray. That’s canon, by the fucking way, lmao

Anyways, so Ellie agrees, and Danny will shrink himself with the ray to her size to help her out when needed/when she wants company her size, with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker occasionally helping out. Sam buys one of those really ornate Victorian dollhouses, with wooden everything, and Danny does some… renovations… so that it no longer opens and is a proper house. There’s still some oddities because it’s a dollhouse originally, but it was easier and faster to give her a home. One of the first additions was a water/wastewater system, followed like two hours later by an electrical system. Since it was so small, Danny was able to do it fairly quickly in his big size, occasionally going small and using the small window for using his powers to double check on things.

The water system had to be refilled every week, unless hooked up to a plumbing system in a house, which Danny made some outlets for in Jazz’s room—it was easier and had significantly less questions/didn’t stand out as much if placed in Jazz’s room. They usually did it every three days, though, as the plug-in process was still a bit… hinky. The tanks for holding the water were in the ‘basement’, which was mostly inaccessible from the inside of the dollhouse but basically looked like a big stand the dollhouse stayed on. Like someone ripped a full house out of the ground WITH the basement attached. There was a small access hallway down some stairs in the house for the clean water system, though.

The electric system was fairly simple, as it didn’t cost much energy to light a dollhouse and heat/cool water. There was an AC unit, Ellie’s request, but it hardly was used and was fairly efficient just due to pure size. It was fueled by ecto batteries, which Danny made sure had a few rechargability options—just because it was efficient energy didn’t mean it didn’t ever need recharging. There was a very small ecto filter, but due to its relative small size, was easy to clean and was fairly stable, so they had a whole closet of them just chilling out, both filled and empty. The battery itself could be charged by ecto sources, Danny’s own blood, or ambient ectoplasm gained by using something that looked like a solar panel and a satellite dish had a child that the batter could be placed in. The hookup also allowed for like… normal D cell batteries.

They would buy dollhouse furniture, and occasionally just buy the big version then shrink it down. Ellie had a huge old house to herself, basically, might as well go ham. And she had a fun time with the designer doll clothes Sam liked to get, although the cheap doll clothes from the store were also fun. Best option was just buying normal clothes and shrinking them, but using things that were already small or just making stuff using normal sized objects was fun.

At some point, though, the Fenton siblings decide to go on a trip. Ellie begs to be taken along, and Jazz agrees—there’s a doll showcase in Gotham, and Jazz wanted to see if anything caught Ellie’s interest. Danny, having a room in the dollhouse himself, also went along. Might as well make it a sibling’s trip, right?

Ellie can be full size for small chunks of time, which they did while exploring the expo. They found some cool things to add, and some doll clothes Ellie was far too interested in trying on, as well as some to force on Danny later. He sighed, but like—that’s his little cousin-sister, he’d put up with it. After all, he learned how to plumb an entire (miniature) house in two days when she refused to move in until it had a fully functional bathroom, so.

Anyways!

They have a fun time, and sure, lugging the relatively giant dollhouse was a PAIN, but it was Ellie’s home, and some stabilizing tech made it relatively safe to move without risking everything freaking breaking. They load everything in again, and the dollhouse is now restocked with clothes, tiny furniture, and a lot of shrunken supplies—some foods are just hard to work with full size, and are easier to shrink, okay? Also soap, paper goods, pencils and pens, books, etc. Jazz loads the thing into her car, and Danny offers to stay with Ellie in the dollhouse—so Jazz gets them in, and shrinks them down, holding onto the shrink ray in the meantime.

All is going relatively well in Gotham traffic until there’s a rogue attack.

Go figure.

Jazz ends up unconscious, and Danny and Ellie can’t do anything before the rogue is taken care of and a paramedic team comes up. They hide back in the dollhouse, listening as the medics say she seems to be okay, just unconscious. A relief, but now they’re taking Jazz away. Fenton luck states she’s one of the few actually injured. The Bat Brigade comes by, and Batman notices that there’s a wallet for one Danny Fenton. Red Robin confirms that Jazz was likely here with at least two other people, based on the ticket stubs for the expo. However, there is a strange lack of social media presence, Danny doesn’t have a photo ID, and there’s no way of knowing for SURE that it was just Danny with her, if it was just two other people, or if Danny was in the car with her. Still, as they can’t find him but DO have his sister and his wallet, they assume he might be missing, possibly kidnapped.

The Gotham PD of course take in the car, although it’s pretty trashed. Knowing well and good that the dollhouse and such things are actually quite expensive, Commissioner Gordon mentions that it wouldn��t be a bad idea for Batman to maybe hold onto the Fenton’s things that *aren’t* related to the investigation.

Batman just takes everything. Including a rather peculiar looking gun that seems to have sustained some damage during the attack and car crash.

Gordon sighs. Figures.

So, Danny and Ellie end up in Wayne Manor. Most of the things end up in the Batcave, but Alfred insists that they place the doll things upstairs in the manor proper—the cave isn’t *that* damp, but doll things are small and delicate. So, upstairs they go.

At first, it’s fine. Danny and Ellie are fine in the dollhouse, and it’ll be at least a week before any of the systems NEED to be worked with.

Then Ellie ends up with a massive migraine. She gets them, on occasion, a sort of growing pain. Usually, they just shrink some medicine for her as she needs it, because she’s like—twelve. While they did have some medicine that had been pre-shrunk, when they were stocking up in Gotham, it turns out pain medicine was more expensive there. Not by much, but they figured—they’ll just stock up in Amity Park, they’ll be there in two days.

Haha. Nope.

So, Danny finally has to venture out. He lucks into finding the first aid kit—why there was one in the main living room, he’s not sure—and is currently working on trying to get open the blister packet of an ibuprofen when Alfred finds him.

Alfred stares at this tiny boy with a tiny make-shift knife trying to get into… over the counter pain medication.

Danny stares at this butler guy who had very gently cleaned the outside and noted the strange fact that the dollhouse did not open.

Danny waves at Alfred.

Alfred waves a tiny finger back.

“Hello,” Alfred says softly, which is fantastic because loud noises could get painful—part of the reason for Ellie’s headache was an argument between Tim and Damian. “How do you do?”

Danny hesitates, before he makes an exaggerated so-so gesture.

“You understand me?”

Danny nods—it’s rare for people to understand what he’s saying when he’s 5 inches tall.

“How wonderful,” Alfred smiles. “And how can I help our young guest tonight?”

Danny gestures to the blister packet.

“Pain medication? Isn’t that a little bit large for you.”

The teen thinks for a second on how to communicate. He points to the pill, then makes a slight show of pretending to grind something, like a mortar and pestle.

Thankfully, Alfred got the idea. “Would it be easier if I ground it up for you?”

Danny takes a moment to think before accepting with an enthusiastic nod.

“Very well,” Alfred says, taking the blister packet in one hand. He then hold his other out, palm up, like a platform. “Would you like to come with me?”

Danny ‘his survival instincts died when he did’ Fenton gets into Alfred’s hand.

Alfred grinds up the pill into a fine powder. Danny hands him a tiny bottle—still large in Danny’s hands, as it was not a shrunk bottle—that he had tied around his waist. Alfred fills it, and hands it back.

“I assume you came from the tiny house we have in our living room?”

Danny again nods. Alfred takes him there, setting him down outside the front door. Danny bows, and sure it’s Japanese as hell, and he’s white as all get out, but it’s a generally understood gesture of thanks. He hopes.

Alfred understands it just fine. “I bid you goodnight, then. Perhaps we will talk more, when you are feeling better?”

Danny hesitates, again, but he nods. Alfred had been nice enough, so far.

Danny heads in, quickly measuring out the medicine—shrunk pressure plates and scales and weights made what it was measuring relative—to him the weights on the hand balance scale felt the same weight. Ellie got her medicine, and they both went back to sleep.

He told her in the morning what happened. Ellie was strangely gung-ho about meeting this butler guy, and so—when no one else was around—, she and Danny went onto the tiny balcony as Alfred came in to dust.

“Oh my,” he said. “There’s two of you, now. Should I expect more?”

Both of them did an exaggerated ‘no’ dance.

“Very well, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler. Welcome to Wayne Manor.”

[dollcherray]

꒰͡ ͜ ı ͜ ͡꒱ DOLLHOUSE ۶♡ৎ

CAINE AND JAX WITH A CREEPY DOLL READER

A/N: This is so silly, definitely not self indulgement.

Type: Romantic/platonic, fluff, headcanons

About reader: Reader talks very slowly, have creepy hobbies and is very mysterious.

Warnings: Decapitation mentions, gore mentions, reader literally wants to sacrifice Jax, Jax is being haunted by you, NOT PROOFREAD, i just did this because yes.

Song: Dollhouse

CAINE ✮⋆˙

୨୧ I dont really think Caine would be really scared or creeped out by you at the start, because he's an AI so, his reaction would be a totally different than the others, i can see him complimenting you actually.

୨୧ When you first got into the circus, you were just so eerily... calm? it impressed him a bit since everybody freaked out whenever they got to the circus, thats the first thing that kinda got him curious, but he just brushed it off when he found out its just in ur nature.

୨୧ When you talk slowly and smoothly like those creepy characters, he would just get a bit impatient, Caine is a very eletric and excited robot, so i dont really think he would have much patience with you when you start talking.

୨୧ One thing that can annoy him a bit is the fact you were just so mysterious, you werent really present on the adventures and when you were you just would blend in the background and didnt really do much, it was like you were a digital ghost or something.

୨୧ He would question the others of why they were so creeped by you, like i said, your weird nature wouldnt really have an effect on him so its very likely that he wont get why the others are so scared of you.

୨୧ About how he reacts to your creepy hobbies; he just doesnt really finds it age appropriate, like, why do you have so many gory drawings?! why do you keep trying to decapitate Jax?? to use his head as a souvenir?! reader!! that is not age appropriate!

୨୧ He would try to drive you away from those creepy hobbies, only upsetting you and making you "calmly" threat him saying you would make him eat his own eyes, but it was an empty threat since you cant do much to the RINGMASTER of the circus, and it didnt really work but oh well.

୨୧ He finds your character unique because it can 'almost blend in the dark easily' and he says that because one day he went out in the night to just wander around since he's an AI and doesn't really need sleep and... thats when he saw you, putting a message with a cute bow wrapped knife in Jax's door... you looked really nice in the dark btw.

୨୧ Yeah, overall, he just thinks you are another silly goof.

۶♡ৎ “...[NAME] you cant say that.”

JAX ۶♡ৎ

୨୧ Fuck.

୨୧ I think Jax would be really fucked up, he made a HUGE mistake when he tried testing your patience at first, calling you "edgelord" and etc, he got a chance at first when you just decided to ignore him, but, he tried his luck again by trying to nag you with his pranks.

୨୧ He laughed at you threatening to give him 'a DIY plastic surgery' on his face, thinking you were just trying to be a "edgy kid"... until your brutal payback..

୨୧ Now you are haunting him, congrats, you have instigated fear into the 'funny' purple bunny that now everytime he sees you in a adventure, he gets more worried in making sure you aren't trying to stab his back with a axe than causing chaos and violence.

୨୧ This man was so flabbergasted when you tried to 'payback' his prank with setting up a axe trap in his room door to try and decapitate him, thats when Jax knew he fucked up.

୨୧ The others praise you because whenever your in the same room as Jax, he shuts up for the first time and as long as you're present in the same room as him, he wont bug anyone and that makes everybody so much happier.

୨୧ He has to check his door for traps EVERY MORNING to not get greeted with a knife to his forehead or worse: with you instead.

୨୧ You probably haunt his dreams, Jax probably had a nightmare that had you included, oh wow you have officially turned into Jax's living nightmare, like why is this happening to him?! is this karma for his pranks?! god help him.

୨୧ He hates you and your voice and everything about you! Thanks to you, now everybody has an argument to mock him, thanks to YOU everybody knows he's not that tough, even Gangle laughed at him!

۶♡ৎ “I'm so incredibly disappointed right now.”