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dollieroulette · 3 months ago

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Roxen & Turb Mix n' Match Photos (PART 1)

AS PROMISED here are alllllll (Edit: Uh, some.) of the pics of my Mystery Doll 1 (Now named Essie. Like the nailpolish brand I guess? I don't know I like it.)

Ok that's all ty byebyebyeby- kidding. I'm kidding. More under the cut-- WAY MORE under the cut.

We'll start with the head--

Feels nice and solid. I got her as clean as I was physically capable of with the tools I had-- I think maybe her lips were previously a -touch- over sanded, but I don't think it's anything I can't fix with a good faceup.

"Rose," I hear you asking, "Where are her ears?" I don't know, man. She didn't come with ears. From my understanding Roxen & Turb had magnetic elf ears that could be switched out with magnetic human ears. I've been looking for them to purchase forever without any luck-- I'll probably have to sculpt her some new ones.

Tops and bottoms, insides and outsides. The inside of her head is a bit grubby, probably coulda' cleaned it a bit better but sometimes you get tired.

GOOD. Ok!! Let's take a look at her torso top and bottom!

We're not censoring this Doll Nudity(tm) 'cause, again, these images are for comparison and cataloguing purposes. If you are unsettled by doll nudity you can scroll real fast for a second and the doll nudity will vanish. I still am not entirely sure what's up with these two parts. Is that a boy top with a girl bottom? Is this an old sculpt girl with a smaller chest size? I suspect -maybe- because I've seen other folks who own this sculpt but also I'm not positive, it's hard to find images of the older/oldest Little Gem sculpts.

Alright! Let's look at the insides of each torso piece.

Notice the little notches? The top of the legs have a spot that I think is meant to kind of click in place there for better posing. It..almost works.

So the top piece here is glued in place, which, I've been told is typical. Little piece of strange resin inside there that I think is just an artifact of casting.

The neck hole looks a little rough-- I think it's slightly damaged, probably from the previous owner. I could smooth that out easy enough.

scalloped like potatoes. These little ridges actually work pretty well for posing. Notice that this doll's seams have been well sanded. Very slight discoloration here and there, especially around said sanded seam.

ALRIGHT torso 1 & 2 are catalogued! Lets move to the arms, legs, and feet, shall we?

Take note of the lil' L and R etched inside of the socket there.

Here they are, the notches.

And more notches! These ones also only work sort of ok.

Here's how the lil' cap joint works on the lower leg parts.

And- oh! Oh woah. Did you guys know we're only allowed 30 images in one post? I, just now, have made this discovery. See part TWO for further images on Essie's arms and legs. :)

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o1dhabits · 2 months ago

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( mikey madison. cis woman. she/her. ) did you hear ? marianne dellmount is stuck in stonehaven for the for the foreseeable future … they've lived here for six years and are known around town as the wannabe, though back in high school they were better known for being voted best hair. if i'm not mistaken, they’re a twenty - five year old grade studying undeclared ( i really hope that translates well into their role as a hunter/forager in the ‘new world' ). according to my records they were originally on the trip because she couldn't stand the thought of enduring her own company all weekend — which checks out, given they’re inventive, aimless and irascible. if you’re ever trying to find them, your best bet is to start at southside plaza and listen for someone humming paul by big thief. oh, and don’t forget to try calling out mare or picturing the last fleck of glitter stuck to your cheek the morning after new year's eve, standing in the shadow of your sibling and realizing that it's always fit you like a glove, hyper - analyzing your friends' facial features — a feeling in your stomach like curling a ribbon with scissors the second you detect disinterest, and your reflection in the bathroom mirror looking more like a kaleidoscope than a single silhouette for extra help. let's hope the chaos doesn't get to them …

⋆ 001. STATISTICS .

name marianne diana dellmount etymology "sea of bitterness", "grace" gender & pronouns cis woman, she/her sexuality bisexual occupation undeclared major at stonehaven college, hunter/forager marital status single age & d.o.b. twenty - five, june 4th 1999 ethnicity white nationality american religion non - practicing baptist, jewish on her mother’s side hometown chino, southern california, usa residence stonehaven, illinois, usa languages spoken english haunts southside plaza, the carousel plaza, evergreen trails, the banks of serenity lake

⋆ 002. CROSS - SECTION .

big three gemini sun, cancer moon, aries rising alignment chaotic neutral pastimes hunting, painting her nails, reading the clique series repeatedly though she's aged out of its target audience, trying to guess the scents passersby are wearing as a fun game, writing her maniacal musings in her journal, indulging in a shower beer colour a yellowish pink that hurts your eyes and reminds of strawberry lemonade from concentrate — too sour and too sweet at the same time positives inventive, resourceful, versatile, determined negatives insecure, aimless, irascible, clingy inventory a nearly empty bottle of essie in the cab - ana, an extremely beat up red leather bound journal, a walkman with britney spears' circus in it, a hunting knife (always strapped to her belt), 3 rifle cartridges, a well - loved stanford baseball cap that's faded pink from the sun, a christmas themed budweiser bottle opener keychain inspirations powder/jinx (arcane), pearl douglas (pearl), gretchen wieners (mean girls), shauna shipman (yellowjackets), misty quigley (yellowjackets), cassie howard (euphoria)

⋆ 003. PHYSICALITY .

height 5'4 build petite, but muscled — sleeper build esque ygm hair dark, down to her waist eyes dark brown, almost black skin tone fair, always looks like it's wanting for some sun identifiers always wearing nailpolish in bright colours, a wide, toothy grin that looks more animalistic than it ever does mirthful, a chipped front tooth — less chipped than it is missing an entire corner, takes after her mother in looks wardrobe loves colour, sheen and sparkles but hasn't indulged in them much since she took up hunting for the group – she has a grey stonehaven college hoodie and a too - big camo hunting jacket she found in one of the cabins lining serenity lake that she wears most often, but her choice of footwear is nearly always her pink high top converse scars general wear and tear from growing up on a farm, a couple across her left palm from carelessly cutting apples with a pocket knife face mikey madison

⋆ 004. BACKGROUND .

marianne dellmount was born at a boiling point. the start of summer in chino, southern california always brought long heatwaves, ones that boiled people's brains in their skulls and made them angrier than they were usually wont to be. her parents, both nineteen and already on their second child, had a relationship that was held together by mere obligation and the pressures of their small town's church congregation. summer's arrival and the unceremonious sous vide of their minds and bodies that came with it, in combination with such, was never going to serve to keep the dellmount family together. two months into mare's life, her mother's departure from chino came as a surprise to no one but her father. left with two children under the age of three and a hastily scrawled goodbye note on a chinese food menu, he began a search for work wherever he could.

the only family residing on bolter family chicken farms property were the dellmounts. in exchange for a meagre salary and the right to park his trailer and raise his kids on the back of the bolter family farmland, mare's father shot coyotes. and that was all he did, really — aside from drinking miller banquets and sitting in front of their small television set exuding a vibe that signalled he did not want to be spoken to. when mare looked back on her childhood, she remembered being raised by her sister emmalee. she was only two years mare's senior and trying to fill a role that she'd never had anyone model for her. weekdays were spent at school, and after 2pm they'd join their father for the last few hours of sunlight before the night shift took over. weekends were spent left to their own devices. they were fed and clothed, but with meals cooked by a ten year old and clothes littered with grass stains and requiring mending.

mare couldn't pinpoint when she first started lying. or maybe she could. maybe it was when her sister went off to high school, a different building altogether from where mare remained languishing in the sixth grade. all she really wanted was to make friends, she'd insist, telling fib after fib. yes, she had read the clique series. yes, she was watching the newest season of gossip girl every friday on the cw, which was a channel her family definitely got. yes, she did have a gamecube and a ds lite — the pink one. and yes, she had beaten pokemon pearl within two days of its release. none of it was true — but if she believed in her charade hard enough, it'd get close enough, wouldn't it? mare sat in a place of uneasiness. she was pleasant enough that her classmates didn't mind her presence, but just enough about her patchworked personality and story about her life were amiss that she was never invited for dinner at anybody's house. she wanted nothing more than to be like emmalee, who made friends easily and who was popular enough that her reputation preceded mare's arrival anywhere. "you're emmalee's kid sister" was a phrase that tailed mare like a loyal dog until the day she left chino for good.

emmalee, of course, did it first. perhaps it was the burden of being the eldest sister, of having to raise her younger sister when she was still a child herself — perhaps she was simply tired of living on the outskirts of a chicken farm. by the time college acceptances had started stuffing themselves into the dellmount's roadside mailbox, emmalee already had one foot out of the door. mare couldn't tell you which offer she'd accepted, nor which big city her sister had relocated to. their father denounced her departure, calling her selfish. mare, ever pliant to whoever she was seeking the favour of at the time, agreed with him. by the time she finished high school herself two years later, mare wished she too had been swept away from chino by a big city university offer. instead, she shot coyotes.

emulating the mother she'd never known and yet looked so much alike, mare left chino two months after her 19th birthday. the little she knew about her mother involved her hometown of stonehaven, where her father had mentioned once in passing that she and emmalee might still have grandparents. it was the prospect of them — of warm smiles and baked goods and unconditional love and support that drew her away from the familiarity of her childhood trailer. it was that — and it was the reality that the people she'd grown up with were too old now to fall for all of her falsehoods. mare steamed silently when she saw the tweets or overheard what was said about her at church gatherings. she'd only told the lies so that they'd like her.

in the end, mare was too much her father for her mother's parents. they'd moved from chino to illinois themselves when it'd become clear that their daughter was never coming back home, having been driven far, far away by the obligations of young motherhood. they'd needed someone to blame, and mare's father had been there to suffer the brunt of their ire. when mare had shown up on their doorstep nineteen years later, they'd only half accepted her. she looked like their daughter, yes, and that was the source of any mild tenderness they'd show her. but her mannerisms were her father's — the way she talked, the way she walked, the way she was utterly unafraid of blood or mess or dirt or the dark. they'd pay to put her up in the motel, they said, but they would not welcome her into their home. it was meant to be temporary, but mare was like a badly trained dog. once she had her teeth around something, she wouldn't let go until it was dead.

⋆ 005. MORE .

somehow, mare has managed to stay in stonehaven by the skin of her teeth for the last six years. every time she saw her grandparents out and about in town she'd smile at them with an excessive amount of teeth and they'd avert their eyes. she has not heard from her father once, and though she obsessively stalks her sister's private instagram page (that she does not follow, just looks for any changes in profile picture or bio, etc.) they still have not spoken since emmalee left chino so long ago.

the choice to go to stonehaven college was not her own, but her grandparents' — they pretty much bankrolled her entire life in stonehaven whilst refusing to interact with her in any kind of face to face capacity, which mare suspects is because of guilt. the undeclared major suits her best — allowing her to shift her "interests" based on what suits her on the day.

she's a TRuUEEEEEE gemini in the way that she'll switch up her personality and interests based on the situation she's in and who she's hoping to impress. she has no real, solid personality beyond being minutely childish, easily upset and awkward — her entire life, she's been trying to live up to the expectations of people around her (or at least, the expectations that she expects that they have). she wants to be what other people want her to be, and most of the time she's just ... not good at it lmao. she often comes off as disingenuous, and that's because she usually is. that's where she would differ from a chameleon type lol — she's more of a hiding behind a skinny tree and expecting no one to see you kind of guy.

tw gun/hunting mention her skill in shooting came from her childhood, direct from her time spent on the chicken farm with her father. she's more than a decent shot and has spent quite a huge chunk of time since they returned to stonehaven trying to rig up different traps from found materials that she can use to help feed the group. she's thrown herself into the job almost obsessively, mostly because she enjoys the feeling of being needed.

⋆ 006. WANTED CONNECTIONS .

ma meilleure ennemie. (0/1, open to all) this would be frenemies to the core — i hate you, but i love you so much that we keep this friendship going despite its disfunction. there's one good memory for every five bad ones, and yet they know each other better than anybody else. this could also def be a more one - sided thing, where mare is refusing to let go of your muse and they're slowly just realizing that the friendship no longer ... sparks joy ... for them djksjksjks. open to discussion for sure!

a big fat crush. (0/2, open to all) mare is the type of person to have crushes that look more like obsessions ... she's also the type to have multiple crushes going at once. this most likely would be entirely one - sided, but could also be reciprocated depending on your muse! either way, when mare looks at them into you by ariana grande starts playing in her head.

people she looks up to. (multiple, open to all) people she's trying to model herself after — your muse has something about them that mare finds endearing, cool, and/or attractive, and thus she either wants to be just like them or be liked by them — either will do. your muse can either have picked up on this or be oblivious so far, but mare isn't exactly subtle so they'll likely realize at some point.

someone who reminds her of her sister. (0/1, open to all) mare's sister was her only real parental figure growing up, and since she left their hometown when mare was 16, they haven't spoken. your muse reminds mare of her in some way (can be physical, personality wise or anything at all), and as a result mare has been giving them the cold shoulder. coming from somebody who's literally always trying to social climb and people please, this would be devastatingly obvious and probably VERY confusing for your muse.

an ex. ( 0/1, open to all) mare is obsessive and clingy and generally a lot — no matter how serious or deep this relationship ran, it almost definitely was not a mutual break up. it most likely ended because your muse simply could not take it anymore — that, or because they realized that mare never really let her guard down around them and simply was herself. there could be lingering feelings, or they could be on pretty negative terms — whatever works best! up for discussion for sure!

literally anything else. hookups past or present, ex friends (probably has a few), people she had classes with, etc.

#gun mention tw #neglect tw #sh:intro

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