#oc: Dollmaker

[indieblueart]

whats maeve's deal?? shes so cute!

OUGH TY FOR ASKING!!!!

Maeve is an IDV oc, with her game title being “Dollmaker”. She’s a quirky, sharp-tongued, and upbeat gal with a passion for dolls, especially the three haunted dolls that always accompany her; Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone. However, under the surface, she’s a cunning and ruthless woman with more than a few skeletons in her closet.

Backstory and more info under the cut; content warning for murder, death, and child abuse. More info can be found on her lore doc here.

Maeve’s ability to interact with the deceased comes from a near-death experience when she was quite young; her uncle (Baron Shithead McCarthy), who adopted her after her parent’s death, attempted to kill her in order to take her inheritance for himself. However, the gunshot did not kill her, it just barely missed her heart. Waking up later that night in a grave, she dug herself out and walked back to town, much to the surprise of everyone there. She recovered, but the incident changed her quite a bit. After her little brush with death, she began noticing things that others could not. Primarily, she could see and talk to people that didn’t really exist, fragments of memories from ages gone by. She also learned that these memories have “homes” in the form of places, things, and even people.

Upon voicing these oddities, however, her uncle quickly declared her hysterical and had her shipped off to White Sand Street Asylum, a place chock-full of ghosts for her to practice her new abilities on. She quickly gained a penchant for being a sharp-tongued troublemaker with her hands in every other incident, damaging valuable equipment and generally causing a good old ruckus. This is where she gained her three ghostly besties: Alecto, who was stabbed, Megaera, who was electrocuted, and Tisiphone, who was mauled. She was able to transfer them to new “homes” in the form of dolls she made out of old clothes she snagged, making them her little partners in crime. While she was there, she also befriended Alice for a short time, retrieving her doll and fixing it for her when she first arrived.

After several years at White Sand, it was clear to most everyone that there was nothing actually “wrong” with Maeve, and any attempt to test on her was more likely to hurt several people then yield any results. Several staff there had even come to appreciate her spitfire personality within the Asylum’s depressing walls. On the down-low, she wasn’t really treated like a patient anymore, instead simply left to her own devices, it was safer for everyone that way. Noticing her passion with sewing, several of the staff there offered her more sewing supplies to work with, with which she went on to create toys and clothes for various patients there. Maeve found a lifelong love for crafting and gift-giving, with every tired smile and spark of hope pushing her towards her newfound dream.

When word of her improvement reached back home, her uncle sent word for her to return, as she was almost of a marriageable age. Maeve, however, had been nursing quite a grudge against him since his little murder attempt, and fighting fire with fire had already gotten her this far. Several days later, Baron McCarthy is nowhere to be found, and the only change to the house is a strange doll in the likeness of the Baron. Maeve takes her inheritance and uses it to purchase a small storefront, where she begins selling her crafts. However, the town soon starts experiencing some mysterious disappearances….

Maeve’s murderous tendencies are rather strange, for her, it’s a form of justice, making sure nobody has to suffer like she did. She targets abusive parents and relatives, especially those who go after children, whittling down their sanity with her ghostly friends until they repent their ways, go mad, or, if she decides it’s necessary, eliminating them entirely. She’s well aware that it’s dirty work, but for her, it’s a necessary job only she can take on. Even though she’s genuinely quite cheerful, she plays up the silly, naive persona to sell her act, keeping a well-maintained front while her friends are at work behind the scenes.

In all other fields, Maeve could be considered a very good person. She loves children, regularly sending money and toys to orphanages in her area and giving clothes and protection to the homeless kids that hang around her shop. She dotes on the spirits that make their homes in her dolls, regularly going out to offer safe places to memories that would otherwise be exorcized, and many locals know her as a wonderful conversationalist and a very helpful member of the community. Her “justice” is her little secret, and she intends to take it to her grave.

I don’t have toooooo much about her game just yet but the main points so far are!:

Maeve comes to the manor not on a game invitation, but on a commission; someone from the manor asked her to make a doll in the likeness of a very particular blonde-haired little girl, and requested a personal delivery.

Orpheus is participating! Maeve clocks him as a Bad Dude(TM) immediately, because every single ghost in the manor HATES him. Most of the preliminary events are Orpheus/Nightmare and Maeve playing logical 4d chess with ghostly possession against each other while the other players are very, very confused.

Maeve escapes! By the skin of her teeth, but once she’s figured out what Orpheus is really up to, she books it out of the manor before the actual game even starts. She goes into hiding for a bit while she turns over a new leaf about the whole murder thing and decides to make up for her past mistakes as best she can. Once the manor burns, she regularly returns there to collect the various memories lingering there and grant them some sense of respite.

Also more art of her because,,, I love she,,,,

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! As I said above the cut, her lore doc, which contains some info about her skills and deductions, can be found here.

[heartfullofleeches]

[slightly suggestive]

Remmy [Dollmaker Yan] would pair well with sleepyhead darling-

In a way, they're just like the dolls he treasures so deeply. So peaceful and still - unless they're trying to find that perfect sleeping position. They hardly move an inch when he enters into their bedroom - gazing over them in their most vulnerable state. A sleeper as heavy as them probably wouldn't even wake up if he crawled in bed with them, but that isn't what he came to do - not yet anyway. He just needs a couple photos. For reference in regards to the dolls he makes of them. Remmy has his own issues with sleep so to have a sleeping companion modeled after his favorite person would aid him immensely.

Darling has no bad side when it comes to the pictures Remmy takes of them, however, he begins to notice strange details in their placement on the bed as the space in his camera runs thin. Hips angled against the mattress. Mouth agape from irregular breathes that send chills down the dollmaker's spine. The hand nestled between their thighs - made evident by the blankets rolling off their body. That's when Remmy realizes Darling isn't being as still as they have most nights he's visited them.

Remmy nearly drops his camera as a soft moan fills the room.

Are they?... Remmy doesn't want to know. He can't- Darling will never forgive him if they know he took pictures of them while they were... intimate with themselves. It's not like he meant to- He just needed photos for his dolls! Remmy hates himself for being such a creep, even moreso knowing he'd rather die than delete those photos.....

Remmy crafts sleepyhead a stuffed koala bear plush to sleep with as a secret apology. They do have something in common after all- besides being two of the cutest things ever created

[sdzero]

[mangozic]

my son that I literally never draw, I’m holding him up proudly for everyone to see

[princesschas-blog]

Boyfriend to Death: Sano CG Redraw

[t3ddyd0ll]

Yandere!Dollmaker x reader: first week as a doll

when you're first kidnapped, thomas will have you restrained in his library, reading while he waits for you to wake up

once you do, he'll explain to you the situation and answer all your questions. he won't lie.

he'll explain why you have to wear the shock collar, explain why you have to be restrained, and promise that if you're good, they'll be off in no time!

the next following days will be full of training. you'll have to get used to not feeding yourself, not dressing yourself, speaking only when spoken to, not having much of a say when it comes to your appearance, not moving unless directed to, and more odd and uncomfortable adjustments from your normal, everyday life.

he'll have you on a schedule: wake up everyday at 7:30, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, do hair and makeup. somedays, pictures will come after he gets you ready, others will depend what he's up to

speaking of pictures, he'll be obsessed with capturing your image, especially when he's got you all dressed up or you've been really good!

you'll find yourself being called nicknames more often than your name. doll and dolly will be most common

while he'll mostly be focused on training you to obey, he'll also give you times to relax.

he'd like to play board and card games with you, read with you, and occasionally, watch a movie or a tv show.

he'd like to see you create, be it painting, crochet, collaging, writing, whatever the sort. he'd like to see it.

on regular days, as he's getting to know you, he'll learn to cook your favorite foods if he doesn't already know the recipes.

hell make them for you as a reward for completing a section of training, or on special occasions like your first party :)

expect to have little to no autonomy. but that's okay! because you'll be well taken care of, doll <3

[lavampira]

celi lavellan (she/they) + outfits [x]

travel

skyhold casual

halamshiral

[weepingmilkshakedreamer]

"Uh- Harold comrade, our friend is dying. please stop beatboxing"

[alz0 z0rry if har0ld l00kz 0ff here btw, it'z my firzt time drawing him.]

[yanderelovebites]

It’s been some time since I’ve been on here… but I’ve been having this idea on my mind for awhile. Yandere dollmaker with a darling who reads Yandere stories—she knows the signs but isn’t the best at avoiding getting kidnapped because she thinks “I’m not the person people obsess over”. Have Yandere be an actual label in this world. Have it be an arranged marriage. Have her freak out because by law she has to know her fiancé is a Yandere and she knows he’s also a dollmaker. Have her remember every creepy Yandere dollmaker story ending up with their partner being turned into a doll…

And after meeting him get embarrassed because he finds the stereotype ridiculous and depending on which novel it is, hilarious. Have it obvious he is disgusted at the idea someone would literally make their target of affection into a doll. He says “It’s cliché at this point, like authors can’t make up their own ideas. I get maybe comparing them to a doll or doing things to make them doll like—but full blown make them a doll… UCK!”

Have dollmaker Yandere not help the case when he takes notes of the kind of clothes you wear and start sketching outfits. If darling has any deformities he’s already making the limbs to be exactly that. It absolutely doesn’t help that one time he makes you sit still so he can model a doll face after your face.

It gets worse when your parents decide you have to move in.

You see it all in real time. The outfits and at some point you see it. The doll he made to look like you. It was freaking you out and all he did was say “I made her just like you~”

You have further reason not to believe he wouldn’t commit to your fears because the staff on hand mentioned how all his exes mysteriously disappeared. You’ve read too many novels to not assume the worst.

He gets tired of this chase for your affection so he makes you sit with him while he works. It’s creepy being around so many limbs and eyes that you feel follow you.

After weeks of that he’d finally address the comments. He doesn’t say what happened to them, just that “I didn’t turn them into dolls” to make you feel better. He’s aware of the fact you’re always going to hop back to that.

You don’t know why but his parents seemed relieved when you actually make it to the marriage date. It told you enough though-clearly his exes never did. Against your better judgement you had to ask in the honeymoon.

He tells you youll never find them. They’re gone, vile, and didn’t deserve anything. It doesn’t make sense…

It starts to, however when he lets you talk with the maid again who tell you more about the girls. From the sounds of each, they were of higher standing than you and more outgoing. They went to parties! Closest thing to going to parties you did was book signings… it was clear after hearing everything that maybe he hated their outgoing personality…

Until he finds out they’ve been talking about them. It’s clear they’re side subjects and the next time you see the maid, her eye is badly injured. You ask and she just tells you a punishment was given and she can no longer speak about the former ladies.

You kept digging and digging despite what you’ve read, honestly you were turning into the protagonist that dies if you look back on your actions.

Then you find not female skeletons, but male skeletons in the basement. They forgot to lock it. He found out.

He questioned why you went down there. He loses control, which resulted in your face getting hit and your ankle broke. He’s upset when he comes down from his manic moment. Holds you… then tells you who they are. The only one without a head was his first fiancée’s affair partner. The others were men who wanted his others and he had no idea if they actually had affairs or not.

That’s why he loves you so much. You don’t have those types of connections. He doesn’t have to doubt you. He takes you upstairs and has the maids get your ankle set. It still didn’t tell you what happened to the girls… but if he kept the skeletons of the affairs… what about the girls? He said he didn’t turn them into dolls, so what did he do?

You couldn’t leave bed for weeks. He himself came to take care of you. You were his everything,the one person who didn’t betray his love once… and creepily you begin to notice something… your ankle did not get better once you healed. You needed a cane to walk. Then one day someone poisoned your food.

He went on a rampage of the servants. Blaming each one as the doctors took care of you and you learn you’ll never walk again, but at least you’re alive. You’re still able to “provide” as the man put. Your husband didn’t see it the same way you did… you saw freedom lost, but he saw an opportunity gained. He loved taking care of you, choosing your clothes and brushing your hair…

So he started doing that again. You protested at first but it seemed futile. You didn’t understand how this all could happen. You did find out it was the brother of one of the maids that poisoned you.

You felt anxious all the time… as he does your hair, as he chooses your outfits, as he takes you with him throughout the home in your wheelchair.

But he doesn’t see why? He told you how this would end. Didnt he? Didn’t he laugh at the idea of literally turning you into a doll? Didnt he say he understood doing this that made them doll like… he may have not been the reason for your legs to be paralyzed, but now you are doll like. You need him to move around the house. He picks your outfits. He brushes your hair and teeth. He personally bathes you! The only thing you ever do by yourself is eat, but if it was his way he’d do it too.

And that’s without the NSFW

Might make a part two of what would happen if you passed away. I just find the ‘makes you an actual doll’ thing too overdone at this point for this type of Yandere.

[mibibosartblog]

2023 sketchdump, part 1 - Treasure Planet, FMA, Misc

Headshots of Milla. Tried making a proper character sheet but eh

Sketch of Milla as a mermaid, saving Jim from drowning

Another selfinsert, this time for the Swan Princess movie? The style definitely doesn't match, but I swear that's what it is. Conceptually she's a hunter who falls in love with Derek and tries to kill Odette in her swan form. Plausible deniability and all that. But then she falls in love with both of them and it becomes a whole thing

I've managed to cut off the signature here, but it's a redraw of a randomized dollmaker character, using the Fairytale Duet meiker from artist @elequinoa.

Base edit, Milla and Morph cowering behind Jim. Base can be found here (deviantart link)

Base edit, Jim and Milla on the island. Base can be found here (deviantart link)

Base edit, Milla spying on Jim and Ilysa. Base can be found here (deviantart link)

Some hairstyles for Milla

The Barbie meme, with Ego and Edward. "Baas" is just a placeholder name for Ego as I completely forgot what last name I actually gave her

Base edit, Milla being poisoned by psychedelic pollen on the island, and Jim tries to take care of her as best he can while she struggles with hallucinations. Base can be found here (deviantart link)

Some warmups I thought turned out kinda nice

[next-hero-in-line]

Dollmaker doing what she does best…

[heartfullofleeches]

remy with nightlight darling could you imagine the clothes? remy would b the type to sew in a tracker just in case

I've explored this dynamic a bit before, but I'm more than happy to talk about it some more because doll obssessed boy who cares for his dolls more than himself + android darling who's just happy to be here is peak honesty-

Remmy is whipped for Nightlight from the millisecond they power on- His brain is on overdrive coming up with cute outfits to make for them soon as he laid eyes on them, but he falls for them hard seeing what has to be one of the cutest dolls he's ever seen come to life. The glow of their eyes, their chipper voice, the soft whir of their motors as they move about. How could something- someone so precious be real and in his possession? Its like a dream.

Remmy tends to Nightlight to an almost religious degree. His basic needs come after making sure Nightlight's batteries are fully charged and he's completed the painstaking task of deciding what outfit to dress them up in. It's a good thing Nightlight is technically his caretaker and they often have to persuade Remmy into eating or bathing. It isn't hard - Remmy wants Nightlight to be happy afterall and nothing would make them happier than their human being safe and healthy. It also helps that Nightlight is waterproof and would be glad to join Rem in the shower if he just asked.

In regards to a tracker, Remmy would never let them out of his sight long enough for them to need one, but if he did give them one he'd put it in a ring or friendship bracelet - knowing Nightlight would never remove either. Yet another thing he loves about them. Their relationship is pretty codependent, but they honestly have one of the happiest and healthiest relationships when it comes to a Yan and their darling.

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Remmy: N-nightlight.... Er, Y/n....What are you doing down here? We have to get you ready for bed! I have your pajamas all picked out for you.... U-unless you want to decide yourself.

Nightlight Reader: [giggles] I still have enough charge in me to finish what I'm doing. You hadn't had anything to eat since this morning. Do you know how sad that makes me? :( Before I go anywhere you need some food. I made oxtails~!

Remmy: Oh...I'm sorry for-..Oxtail?

Nightlight Reader: Yup! Hope it's okay that I used the recipe your grandma left for you. Smothered oxtails were your favorite when you were little, right? :D

Remmy: I....I...

Remmy, hugging their waist as he falls to his knees: I love you! Fuck!- I love you so, so much. I'm sorry for swearing, but I just- I need you, Y/n! Please don't ever leave me!

Nightlight Reader: Haha! I'm not going anywhere, Rem! Please don't cry... You haven't even tried my cooking yet!

[talos-stims]

faye moreau [oc] stimboard with doll-making, sewing and taxidermy in muted tones of black, white, red and purple for @ama-kitkat123!

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[sharp-silver4795]

Nationality HCs

DISCLAIMER!!

If you have some sort of prejudice towards any country, race, nationality or anything, you can go ahead and get the fuck outta here.

The Americas

Canada 🇨🇦

Toby (Quebec)

Puppeteer (Alberta)

United States 🇺🇸

Kate (Minnesota)

Wilson (Maryland)

Tim + Brian (Alabama)

Bloody Painter (Louisiana)

Jeff, Jane, and Nina (Florida)

Nathan (Arkansas)

Jason the Toymaker (Kansas)

Nurse Ann (California)

Dr Smiley (Texas)

Latin America

Cat Hunter 🇲🇽

X-Virus 🇦🇷

Europe

Scandinavia

Judge Angels 🇸🇪

Rogue 🇩🇰

Scarecrow 🇳🇴

United Kingdom 🇬🇧

Chess Master 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

L. Jack and Jill 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Zero 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

(Other)

Eyeless Jack 🇵🇱/🇷🇺

Candy Pop and Cane 🇮🇪

Clockwork 🇮🇹

Other Areas

Middle East

Bloody Angel 🇹🇷

Doll Maker 🇸🇦

East and Southeast Asia

Liu 🇨🇳

Neon Spike 🇰🇷

Kagekao 🇯🇵

Ani the Wight 🇵🇭/🇮🇩

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

Header Creds: MEEE!!

[princesschas-blog]

She’s going to push this man too far again…

And she still hasn’t learned after the first ten times.

[t3ddyd0ll]

How about a short story from the second person about doll darling being insecure that Thomas is gonna replace them? They over hear some people talking about how since doll isn’t new any he should start looking for a replacement. They also over hear Thomas himself talking about replacing something (he’s talking about something completely different) and doll just spirals from there. This ends with doll clinging to his leg the next time he tries to go out(boo hoo crying ofcourse) begging him not replace them meanwhile Thomas is just flabbergasted at the idea. A healthy dose of miscommunication never hurt anyone 🥰.-🦇

You haven't stopped shaking since last night.

The anxiety is all consuming. You overheard Thomas and his friends talking about a replacement doll, talking about getting something new and pretty, something else. You felt so discarded, so betrayed; did you do something wrong? Did you disobey and he let it slide because it doesn't matter anymore? Or worse, did you bore Thomas?

You were resistant to his dollification of you at first. Almost anyone would be. But you've worked so hard to be good now, to please him, to be the perfect doll- and now you're just getting thrown away??

Oh, God. The thought makes you want to throw up. You can't leave, you can't.

You try to keep your anxieties hidden as he gets you ready for the day. It doesn't last long, however, as Thomas notices the sadness in your eyes almost immediately after waking you up.

He helps you to the vanity, brushing your hair and looking at your downturned mouth in the reflection of the mirror. You haven't looked so sad since you first got here, and it breaks his heart.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asks gently. He's always so gentle.

You shake your head in response. You're not ready for him to tell you to your face that he wants to throw you away, but he doesn't take that as answer.

"No. Tell me why you frown."

The brush goes across your hair one last time, and is then set on the vanity.

"I don't feel good," you lie, and Thomas knows it. His brows furrow, and he moves to stand in front of you instead of behind. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look him in the eye.

He speaks a bit more firm to you now. He's never liked it when you lie.

"Try again."

"I- I just-" you stutter, eyes threatening to prick with tears. The thought of you being thrown away hits your mind again, and you nearly start shaking.

You can't help it. You swallow the lump in your throat, and shrug pathetically. You don't have the strength to hear him say the words, hear him tell you that you're not good enough anymore. You'd rather pretend, just a little longer, that Thomas still loves you.

Thomas breathes a sigh of frustration, and his landline begins to ring downstairs. You know he's been waiting on an important call. Perhaps news on the new doll.

You can tell he doesn't want to leave by his hesitation to let you go, but the phone doesn't stop. He kisses your hair, and tells you before he leaves, "You'll tell me the truth when I come back. Understand?"

You nod, and watch him go.

A few moments later, you hear him speaking on the phone. Something about needed to leave soon, something about it being "ready."

Oh, God. Oh, God oh God oh God oh God!!!!! It's happening too fast!!!! It's happening too soon!!!!

You begin to hyperventilate, clutching at your shirt and watching your vision blur as the tears spill over like a flooding bath. Thomas comes back shortly after they start, rushing to your side when he sees your distress.

"Doll-" he starts, but you interrupt him in a panic.

"Please don't get rid of me!" you cry, throwing yourself on the ground and clutching onto his pant leg. Your forehead hits his thigh, as if to worship.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I don't know what I did but I'll do better, I'll be better, I'll be good, I'm so sorry! Please!"

Thomas is quiet, quiet, quiet. You keep crying, and pleading, and shaking.

He pries your hands off of his leg, and holds them in his own. Then, he kneels down, and cradles your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"Shhh," he hushes, and out of instinct from months of training, you obey immediately. Your wailing turns to hiccuping cries, your voice shut off entirely.

"What made you think I'd be so cruel?"

You look at him, still frowning. "Y- you-- you and your friends, at the p- party... You talked about- about a replacement doll..."

Thomas coos at you, his face softening in pity.

"Nothing could replace you. My poor, sweet, doll.."

He pulls you closer to him, encasing your body in his. Your head lays at the crook of his neck, tears soaking into the collar of his sweater.

"I'd never get rid of you. I don't know what you heard, but it wasn't right. You're mine, you're always mine, do you understand?"

The relief that washes over you is almost overwhelming. You cling to him a little more, so thankful to hear he still wants to keep you. That he'll always want to keep you.

You nod in response. "I'm sorry.."

"Ohhh," he croons, petting your hair. "You just got confused, that's all. It's okay, dolly."

He holds you there for a little longer while you collect your composure. Then, Thomas helps you back up into the chair, and makes you promise to talk to him if you hear anything that makes you upset like this again. He helps you stop crying, giving you a smile as the tears finally end.

"There's my pretty doll," he praises. He looks at you with a fondness you'll never grow tired of. "Now. Let's get you ready for the day, hm?"