#rag-doll

[notherpuppet]

First Meeting

[aguar4guazu]

completely normal family portrait

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I worked in jewelry we had this semi-regular lady who would come in with her cat on her.

The cat was harnessed but it was utterly superfluous because the she just dangled over the woman’s shoulder like a stuffed toy, utterly limp. It was one of the most beautiful and unsettling creatures I’ve ever seen. The woman herself was bizarre in the ways you’d expect someone who shops with a shoulder cat to be.

It’s ethereal blue eyes we’re devoid of… everything. I often voiced to my beloved that I thought the cat was piloting the woman psychically which seemed like the most plausible explanation for the whole situation.

I liked when the lady came in though, I got to pet the empty eyed cat. She was so soft.

[sugurugetos]

CRISTON COLE & GWAYNE HIGHTOWER HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2x04

[doctorbeth]

Some doll stories part 1: Marigold 1 & 2

I usually tell stories about the stuffed animals at the hospital, but I also take care of cloth dolls. Lots of Raggedy Anns and Andys, and occassionally others. This is a two part miniseries about two pairs of non-raggedy cloth dolls who visited the hospital this year.

First up are Marigold 1 & 2. Here is the original diagnosis photo their person sent:

The original, in pink, was made by their human's great grandmother. The blue one was made by her mother when the pink one got a bit over worn. She was looking to rejuvenate the pair: cleaning, hair, and a new face for the older Marigold. Plus wound repairs and a new pink dress for Marigold 1.

They arrived safe and sound and sound and immediately jumped into the bubble baths:

Then surgery began. Stitching wounds, adding stuffing, figuring out the details for the older Marigold 1's face. An old family photo gave an idea of their original hair color and style, as well as suggesting there were ribbons at their ankles.

Of course, both got hearts of their original stuffing too:

Here they are, all rejuvenated, and Marigold 1 is wearing her new dress and pantaloons:

Happy twins ready for new hugs and adventures!

They flew home to Utah where their person wrote: OMG! They look great!!!

[nocek]

They are bonding and Mary Puppins is helping ;)

[acstation206]

raggedy agatha

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characters by @gooseworx

[onebadnoodle]

school is kinda bleeding me dry so i was thinking of selling some of my previous designs as adopts

"rag doll" for $140 dm if interested, paypal only!

[SOLD] thank you so much!

[iheartfurrympreg]

a second part to this post, joel watched out

mini explanation in tags but look at the og tags for a more in depth one & below cut for close ups

[simonbrain]

cw: rough sex between simon and johnny, very brief knifeplay, a little blood, reader doesn't actually have sex with them lol soz

you've always been a little soft. from the pliable skin of your body to the big, tender heart in your chest, it's no wonder you caught simon's attention.

you were like a deer in his presence at first. skittish and constantly in fight-or-flight mode, curtly cutting every interaction with him short just so you didn't have to face the beast that resided beneath the mask, the one that would surely scoop you up and feast upon your plush flesh.

although you had your reservations, the person who really reeled you in was his sergeant. sweet, charismatic johnny, easing you into the lion's den with praises of his lieutenant, promising the big bastard isnae tha' bad and that he just needs some patience and understanding.

you gave him the benefit of the doubt and reluctantly lowered your guard, allowing not only him but simon as well to see the soft, gooey centre that you kept hidden. fleeting conversations became longer and more playful, a large, warm hand from either of them on your back was more frequent, and the pet names fired your way were relentless, often leaving your panties sticky and uncomfortable.

they weren't only a part of your work life; they came home with you sometimes for a good feed and a nice, warm bed to sink into, forcing you to sit on the couch and pick a movie for the night at the end of dinner. whenever you called out if they needed help with packing away the food or doing the dishes, the looks they gave you were enough to make you turn your head back to the tv. it always ended with simon carrying you to bed while johnny shuffled right behind, wrapped up in the blanket. the mornings were always harder to get through whenever they stayed over because you just wanted to stay cocooned between their warm bodies, so broad and protective, but all three of you had duties to attend to. despite starting later than they do, the few hours of sleep you lose are worth it.

the longer you spend time with them, the more you're beginning to realise that your perception of them is far from the reality. simon is so... gentle with you; strange as it is describing him as such, there's no other way to put it. the way he looks at you, speaks to you, and keeps his desire on a short leash, only because he doesn't want to overstep your boundaries, has your heart fluttering at how much of a gentleman he is. you don't shy away from him anymore; you drink up each moment you can be near him, clinging to him and even rewarding him with a kiss in an empty corridor, quietly sulking when he stops your naughty hands from sliding down his body to tug at his belt.

"not yet, sweet'art," he hums, the sound so gravelly it makes your thighs squeeze together. "just wait a little longer, aye? johnny and i will take care o'you, i know he's dyin' for it."

god, speaking of johnny, ever since you've gotten closer, he's nothing but a koala, constantly looming over you when he's not busy and feeding you praises for basic fucking tasks that should not be getting praised. he's so much rougher than you thought, and there shouldn't be heat licking up your spine every time his hands are on you, manhandling you into a storage closet so he can consume your very soul, whining into your mouth about how badly he and simon have wanted you, but you let it happen anyway. you let him slip his hand down between the layers of clothes to rub two fingers on your puffy clit until you're mewling into his mouth and spilling all over your already soaked underwear. you really should start bringing extra with you because you're getting sick of how wet you get just from being in their vicinity.

it's when simon comes back from one hell of a failed mission that you finally get a taste of him. except he goes through johnny first, and you have never been so alarmed but so turned on at the same time in your entire life.

he's so cruel, so fucking mean in the way he gropes and bites and fucks into johnny, who takes it all with a snarl on his face. his cock still drips and throbs even when he's sobbing out angry curses, and simon laughs at his pathetic attempts at defending himself, as if it was enough to deter simon's ugly, rough love, the type of love that he had been hiding from you.

you sit on the edge of the bed, a hand compressed tightly between your thighs as you watch them on the floor because simon wasn't even patient enough to get him on the bed, pushing his boy down to the ground and taking what's his. johnny howls and squirms, growling at simon and earning himself a harsh slap in the face, the hand planted tightly in his hair not discouraging him from ceasing his fight.

you should be scared. you should be turning away, feeling sick from watching how animalistic they are, how simon pounds into johnny with no remorse. you shouldn't be admiring the tears welling up in johnny's eyes or the way he lets out pained moans. you shouldn't be wishing it was you under simon instead, getting your hair pulled and being left with no choice but to take the fat cock you've been daydreaming about. you definitely should not have let out a soft little whimper at the sight of simon whipping out a knife from his thigh holster to press it against johnny's throat, drawing a bit of blood because his thrusts are that rough.

when johnny only whines, his defiance dying down and being replaced with something softer, more compliant, simon rewards him with a nasty, sloppy kiss, a hand replacing the blade and wrapping around his throat, palm pressed up against the new wound.

it's fucking torture watching them, and you know they don't mean to tease with how rough they are, unknowing of how much it's getting you worked up, but you're starting to get impatient. you want to experience that, too; you want them to taint you. you want to be treated like nothing more than an unruly little mutt, being split apart on cock until you pass out from exhaustion, holes loose and wet and pliant. you want to fight only to be forced into submission—fuck, the thought is making your mouth run dry.

you're surprised at how wet you are when you shuffle on the bed, the feeling of soaked panties clinging to your cunt familiar but not welcome, especially with how many you've ruined. you can't wait for your turn, even if they definitely will be softer than this with you.

simon forces a violent orgasm out of johnny, a hand wrapped tight around his poor cock, moans and whines for more spilling from his bruised lips. if you weren't so dizzy, so needy, you would have gawked at his desperate pleas.

it's when simon's gaze flickers over to you that you finally decide to do something about the persistent throb between your thighs. you move back onto the bed more comfortably and slide your shorts off, slight embarrassment warming your cheeks as you catch sight of your arousal sticking from your pussy to your panties. you can tell that simon isn't done working his frustrations out, so you settle for using your fingers, content to rub yourself until they're done and ready to take care of you. maybe you should tell them about the newest discovery you've made about yourself later and see how well they handle keeping their hunger muzzled.

[sabh0]

✨1K DTIYS RESULTS!✨

Everything is under the cut!!

Big thanks to everyone who participated! Didn't think there's gonna be so many entries, oh my,,

I decided to choose both winners with a wheel of fortune BC RAHH THERE'S JUST SO MANY GOOD WORKS!!! and i didn't want my bias to play a part, so i made two wheels: one with everyone, second with my favourite entries. Congratulations to the lucky people here 💛🙏

Most of the artists posted on Instagram, but here are some who have tumblr (and whom i didn't forget) (pls tell me if i forgot anyone):

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[wineaunt420]

Trust, when I get my hands on this ginger. I'm gonna kiss him so tenderly he cries

(I'm so serious about you btas Eddie, WATCH OUT)

[adamsrcnan]

confession time. lowkey i don't see what everyone else see's when they describe neil as being like some scary unhinged wild animal in tsc. like to me he's just neil being neil. insufferably blunt and honest, annoyingly snarky and incredibly perceptive to people around him. if anything i think it's more surprising how much more caring he seems. with regards to jean who he claims he can't stand. yet he promises they'll beat the ravens, doesn't say a word after jean trashes their room, is hesitant to leave the hospital room after he confirms riko is dead, asks after jean when jeremy calls kevin late at night, takes all of a couple minutes to decide to put a stop to jean's abuser, was ready to blow off the fbi and make a run for it from the thai restaurant when it seemed like jean wouldn't be able to contain his grief, told wymack he had him, told jean to find his own reasons to not wanna let go of life instead of holding on because he was told he had to, didn't touch jean until he absolutely had to and even then it was to remind him he was worth saving and he should believe it himself. like sure, him putting out a hit is a little unhinged maybe. but i have no doubts he wouldn't have done the same with drake if he'd been able to contact stuart at the time and things did not occur the way they did. again. it's just neil being neil. he's an instigator. and he even said it himself he was great at starting fights knowing he couldn't win them but doing it anyway.

[phinjeet]

* GRABBING HIM

[notnights]

I drew Ragatha as if she were (what is probably best known as) a Mexican rag doll.

These are literally just called "rag dolls" in spanish ("muñecas de trapo"), and I just called them "muñecas" when I was growing up but when researching for this piece I found out they're also called "muñeca leles," and "Marias".

But I believe for most of the world they're just called "Mexican Rag Dolls" due to famously being from Mexico, specifically from the Mazahua and Otomi people. (If you're interested in these little gals; remember to buy from authentic sources!)

I thought it would be fun and cute to make a design for Ragatha as one! I had fun with this piece and all the photos I used for references brought me back to my childhood for a bit.

[suddenly-frankenstein]

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