#the dollmaker story

[princesschas-blog]

Sano x Angelica - The beginning Chapter 1

The beginning

Chapter 1

The clock struck 8. It was time. Angelica stood straight, with faded brownish-pink hair reaching to her knees, clouded green eyes, and a few stray beauty marks pricked her skin, in a uniform drenched in black, despite her petite body,  made her look more dignified and proper, she held her chin high and a briefcase by her side. She was the daughter of Gabriel Vanhelsing, the multi-billionaire demon hunter, who was the current head of the Vanhelsing clan; he was one of the thousands before him, holder of the title “Gabriel,” given by God himself. Angelica had every right to hold her head high, she was practical royalty. 

There, who cautiously stepped into the lobby of the luxurious Helsing Plaza, were the ambassadors of The Demon Integration Alliance, otherwise known as the D.I.A., their leader, Joseph F. Lee led from the front and upon greeting the young heiress, he bowed, took her gloved hand, and kissed an emerald green ring that glittered on her pointer finger.

“It is an honor to meet you, Ms. Van Helsing.”

Angelica’s eyes idly remained at the top of his head, then flicked up to stare daggers into the five wary members behind him, those eyes, that face, the epitome of beauty, as she was known for across the country. She studied in uneasy silence, like she was burning their faces into her head. Perhaps to hunt them later. Then she smiled.

“...Likewise, Sir. Lee, but please, call me Angelica.”

“Yes, yes of course, Angelica…”

He seemed surprised, but did his best to keep it from showing.

“Ah…allow me to introduce our head ambassadors. They are the most prevalent members, who’ve done much for our cause.”

“I’m sure.”

Angelica nodded, and signaled with her hand, urging him for introductions. A red headed woman spoke up first, holding her hand out to shake Angelica’s.

“My name is Karina. Karina Grey.”

Angelica took her hand in hers. 

“A pleasure.”

She stated softly. 

“Seungbin Choi.”

“Segun Barlow.”

Their introductions were short, all except for the last one. He patted the man’s shoulder affirmatively and smiled,

“This. This is Dr. Kojima. One of my leads, his healthcare is infamous, I’m sure you already know, progressing research by decades, and very passionate about the integration movement.”

Angelica looked up, he was a big man, standing tall at at least six-foot-five. His hair, slicked back, was black, darker than her uniform, he wore blue square lenses, behind them were his heterochromatic blue and gray eyes, and even with the pinkish scar carved across his olive toned face, he was deathly handsome. His aura itself was intimidating, but she knew him, he was the adoptive son of Cain Zeitgeist, yes, she was all too familiar. 

“Sano Kojima.”

His deep droll sounded, 

“Pleased to be your acquaintance. Ms. Angelica.”

“You must be proud of your accomplishments, their quite impressive,”

She followed with a small chuckle, and Sano nodded.

“Of course.”

As her gaze lingered across each one of them, she caught wind of the tension painted on their faces. There was no mistaking it, their defenses were up, and they were ready to pounce. The collective few noticed the plaza’s lifelessness, the absence of human life. All but Angelica.

“I won’t strike if you don’t.”

Her voice broke through the thick air, and she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her small nose. The glint of light blocking the sight of her eyes.

“It’s only a precaution. I pray you understand. Do not worry. You are protected here. As we agreed upon.”

Angelica spun on her heel and began to stride towards the elevator.

“Well, We shouldn’t stall any further. My father is growing impatient.”

They reluctantly followed suit, entering the elevator with her, as she hit the button for the 100th floor. The silence felt so loud, but as soon as they landed on the 100th floor and the elevators opened she spoke again,

“Follow me.”

She led them down a corridor, and to two giant double doors, where they slowly creaked open. Inside was a large wooden table, a hanging glass chandelier, and windows overlooking New York City as the sun began to set.

“Father.”

Angelica bowed her head, and walked to sit beside him at the long meeting table. There were only a few attendants, one who took Angelica’s coat, one attempting to take care of the ambassadors and another who set refreshments down. Gabriel stood up.

“Welcome to our home.”

He smiled, but the sunset shining through the big glass windows blocked out his face.

“You have met my beautiful daughter already, yes? These are my sons, Micahelis and Ezekiel.”

Angelica watched from her seat as they exchanged pleasantries, greetings and small conversation. Soon after, they took their designated spots, Gabriel sat down and hummed.

“Where do we start…hmm? How about your cause? What is it exactly that you want?”

He lit a cigar and leaned forward, resting a hand near his lips.

“Well. Mr. Van Helsing.”

“Gabriel.”

“Ah-Gabriel. Our main goal is to push for a complete integration of the demon race, by the end of the year.”

“Five months. How bold.”

“Yes, but surely you can see-”

“Why do you need us?”

Angelica lowered her head.

“Our family is quite busy.”

 “ The safety of millions of human lives weighs on our shoulders. This...would only serve to burden us further.”

“Mr.Gabriel. We are well aware. Which is why I have sought your family out. We need your support, to bring an end to demon hunting. Not only protect the lives of humans, but demons too. Surely you know the struggle we face with the underground, people who are trying to discern our organization's efforts.”

Sano watched as the smaller of the four looked to the side, as her brothers and father shared stern glances.

“Demons. Demons who discern your efforts. But Why should we help you? You are not people, you have no humanity, you are not God’s creations.”

“With all due respect, Dr. Kojima was born between a human and a naga, so does he retain only half of his humanity? Only half you should protect? There are more like him.”

Gabriel quickly countered him.

“I know what he is. I know who his grandfather is too. Raised by that man, I can only imagine what has influenced him.”

Sano scowled, then scoffed.

“Is that so?”

Sano spoke lowly, 

“What your… “Hunters” do, how is that any different then brutal genocide?”

“Genocide of a race that has threatened the livihoods of good people…and what good are you? Who is born of sin?”

“This is a peace meeting, we don’t need to throw unnecessary slander.”

Karina interjected, she crossed her arms as she frowned, feeling offended by his words.

“I concur.”

Muttered the now stoic Segun. That helped nothing, however, words began to be thrown back and forth. Angelica seemed in a daze, looking down at her now cold tea. As the bickering amongst those at the table began to rise. Both parties talking over one another, even her brothers throwing shots. A grimace arose on her face as she felt overwhelmed by the constant dispute. Her fist hit the table, silencing the parties, signaling her father. She slowly signed with her hands.

“Father.”

She locked eyes with Mr.Lee, and for a split second, Sano.

“You are not listening. Father. Hear them out. I believe you are looking over a valuable possibility.”

Her eye contact switched back to her father, as he seemed to suddenly understand her position.

“Speak, Annie.”

“I personally, do not see the issue with bringing upon the end of demon hunting. It has always been an exhaustion of our resources, and overwhelming for our forces.”

She paused.

“That does not mean I wish to end it completely. Rather, I think it's time we began to shift our focus onto demons who pose immediate threats to the well-being of the people and demons themselves. It has been impossible to keep the underground contained and subdued with the amount of concern we place on demons and devils as a whole. It's festering. If we do nothing about it now, it will be a bigger problem in the future.”

Gabriel thought for a moment, and before he could speak Micahelis agreed,

“She is correct. Father. I believe it to be a better course of action.”

“We can change the name too.”

Ezekiel mumbled.

“Well…I don't see why not.”

Gabriel reluctantly voiced.

“Then, I also think it will support our family. Not only will the human race back the C.C.E, but the demon race too. It could prove to be beneficial later on. Nothing is wrong with good press.”

Angelica locked her fingers, and rested her chin on her hands.

“And one more thing…”

Angelica hummed.

“perhaps…we can fix a marriage proposal. A form of union. And a symbol to both kinds of unity, I think it would make a pretty good covenant.”

There was a hush stillness in the room, as they anxiously awaited Mr. Gabriel and his response. The D.I.A. would not hesitate to accept such a term, it benefited them too much to refuse. He was a little stunned, but realization settled in as he understood just exactly what his daughter was inferring. An arranged marriage, Gabriel had been searching for a suitable partner for her all this time, and there it was, his golden ticket. Angelica, marrying one of the ambassadors, easier to control, meant access to confidential information, and she could be his eyes. Although, he didn’t know who he would choose, it would be one of six present in the room. 

“Ambassador Lee, do you agree with such terms?”

Gabriel cocked his head, dabbing his cigar out in a tin tray. While Joseph Lee looked for approval, he quickly spoke.

“Yes. We can make something work.”

Gabriel chuckled, a foreboding, sinister chuckle. 

“Then let’s talk details.”

[kintsug1kitsune]

new doll [short story ; no cw]

Here in my Library is a great workshop.

It has many circular rooms, closets full with parts, drawers filled with tools, all lined with many mechanics at my beck and call, machine arms and tendrils to deliver me what I ask for in moments. I do not keep any assistant dolls here, and though the Library is my body as a whole, I work here on my dolls within my coalesced self, a small humanoid form of shadows. Personal, intimate in the small central chamber.

A shell lays splayed before me on the worktable. I have already bound the ceramith plates together at the joints, layered false skin over the innumerable clockwork parts I assembled beneath. I look upon its face, perfectly-sculpted by my own hands, lids closed gently shut, silver hair short, rooted into its scalp naturalistically; it will choose its own color of hair later, as well as a color for its porcelain, its gender, and any other parts necessary for its duties or pleasure. For now, it is quiet. Unalive. Beautiful. Still.

I hum a tune to myself and sing softly in the language of Witches. "My doll, my doll, true in stiller ways; a home in hearth, forgotten stiller days…" I rest my hands upon its core, finally completed. I would sigh in relief and pride if I had lungs.

It is a small thing, perhaps the size of one hand, an orb sealed in stained glass voidkrystal and glowing softly. I cannot hear it ticking. It has not started yet--but now, it will. I lift it up, and set it into the receptacle in my new doll's chest cavity. I connect the wires into place, soldering with witchfire from one fingertip, and then lay the closing plate atop; it hisses in with hydraulic support, and closes my doll.

Then, one final touch.

Gently, I lower my head down to its, and place my lips over its, and breathe pure fission from my mouth into its.

Now I hear the ticking from its chest.

Now, its glassy eyes flutter open.

I feel the first false breath from it, exhaust heat as its systems come to function.

It gives a mechanical trill and sits up into my arms. Cocks its head. "Hello. Hello?" It seems surprised at its voice, and the fact can speak. Dollspeak, of course; learning other languages will come in time. "Who… is this one? What is this one? And who are you? Why are you holding me?"

I smile softly to it. "You are my doll. I created you. I am your Witch. My name is Cynithe, and I cherish you dearly."

"Your… name?" it chirped, staring blankly, but in a way I understood. Dollish learning. "Does this one have a name?"

"We will find out together, mm? Now, come up. There is much to discuss."

I hold its hand as it rises, and together, we begin our way into the wider Library and my doll's new existence.

[midnighttailor-maid]

The Dollmaker(I’m…less enthused about this 1, but at least I didn’t botch it as badly as Bloody Painter)

[spyderlondon]

CW: Human experimentation

Lore:

Aiden (brunette) and Maria (hybrid but was perfectly normal in the beginning) used to work at an animal sanctuary together- Aiden as a vet tech and Maria as an animal handler.

This continued for years until a few game hunters came along and took down one of the elephants in the sanctuary- angering Aiden to the point of convincing Maria to shoot at the hunters with what she believed to tranquilizer arrows, not telling her that he changed them to poison. Maria kills a couple of the hunters before getting stopped by the other employees and almost being sent to jail alongside Aiden (he confessed to changing her arrows).

The prison bus they were on gets hijacked by an unknown truck that takes them to an organization known for illegal animal and human testing.

Aiden becomes forced into using animal DNA on Maria to test what happens to humans when animal DNA is mixed into them. Not just one strand either- three or four strands. Which changes her physical features into having more animalistic traits depending on the animal DNA strands inside of her- scales from a pangolin, feathers from an owl, tail from a jaguar, horns for a type of antelopelike animal.

Through the testing, Aiden slowly becomes mad with power- turning him into a villain alongside the organization.

Before Aiden can put the last strand in, the one that would end up killing her, someone rescues her.

[antihibikase-archive]

Redid my Kuroshipping and Shiroshipping thing from months back, now that they all have finalized designs! This is the closest I can do their canon appearances, while also spicing it up a little bit! :]

[mapleeeee]

X marks the spot he loves treasure hunting. Always fighting for the best treasure. He has many scars. He may look unintelligent but he is. He wouldn’t be as successful at his job as a treasure hunter if he wasn’t intelligent. That is why he can sneak away with treasure because he doesn’t look like a typical treasure hunter. 

He lives in a cabin deep in the forest. He loves to garden plants that grow in shade and even some flowers in his free time. He loves hunting too with his bow and arrow. He eats the meat he gets from the animals he shoots. He is a nature lover and is respectful of his natural environment.

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2443117

[zephhhhh]

cringetober 4. angel x demon

[ask-the-good-creeps]

One word prompt: glasses

The eerily still being was the tallest one he'd seen yet. If seeing one that looked like the Boss with glasses was unsettling, seeing this one with bright polka dots in all the colors of the rainbow conquering his suit was even more so. This one wore a top hat, and currently had his back to him; but those same thin, black tendrils were jutting out of his back. The only difference was the golden bells on their ends, which rang out periodically with the movement of the appendages.

Masky remembered Toby telling them that Boss had brothers, plural, but somehow he still hadn't been expecting to meet another one...and so soon after they met the first. He'd come out to see Sally and bring her a new toy – a bright red yoyo with glitter and LED lights in it – but stopped in his tracks at the sight of the newcomer. The proxy knew the being went by Splendorman, and what he'd heard about the entity being friendly toward children was clearly accurate. He kept his distance while he watched Sally play with the group of other dead children that Splendorman seemed to have brought with him.

It was nice, seeing her laughing and playing like an ordinary child. He cracked a small smile under his mask, but didn't dare approach. Rumor had it that Splendorman was naturally passive and friendly, but was prone to violent murderous rages that made even their Boss uneasy when he felt the need to protect a child. The last thing Masky wanted was to confirm that rumor the hard way by accidentally frightening one of the being's current charges. He took his eyes off Sally for a moment and noticed with a slight pang of panic that Splendorman was no longer standing in the clearing. Oh no.

Before his thoughts could go further, he heard the gentle ringing of a small bell right next to his ear. He turned slowly to find his face inches from one that looked like it was painted on...

xxxxx

"You actually screamed?" Hoodie chuckled as Masky's cheeks tinted slightly pink from embarrassment.

"I didn't know what to expect – it was a gut reflex," he mumbled.

"Well, I sincerely apologize for startling you," Splendorman had said this to Masky several times since the incident, but his tone was no less genuine than it had been the first time he said it. Masky had come to know that the taller being was definitely loathe to upsetting others, and he was sure he'd get over it long before Splendorman did.

"It's alright – I just didn't know who you were back then," the proxy reassured him. Truth be told, Splendorman was the only Splendor that Masky actually felt comfortable around. Outside of that little misunderstanding the first time they met, the entity had never been anything but outright friendly to him.

"One of these days I'll finally tell you about when I first met Jingle Bells here," Hoodie shook his head with a grin at the memory only he could see and Splendorman shook a couple of his bells merrily in response to the random but apt nickname. Masky looked out toward the horizon; it had been a long time since he last saw the ocean.

The waves whispered their soothing lullaby as they seized the wind's coattails to pull them to the shore. The beach was made up of stones rather than sand, and little shells and pieces of sea glass could be found among them if one were to look closely. The sun painted the cloudless sky in magentas and tangerines and violets as it began its nightly descent into inky depths where the sea split from the sky. Nobody else was anywhere nearby on this abandoned dock, it was just the three of them. It was a calm, serene setting; despite everything, Masky found himself relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere.

"I wonder what's keeping Toby?" Hoodie mused. The youngest proxy had wandered off roughly an hour prior after stating rather cryptically that he 'had some business to attend to'. Their assignment would be starting at twilight, which was coming soon.

"Who knows? Maybe the stock market crashed and he's having a crisis." Masky shrugged as he put a cigarette between his lips and felt around his pocket for a lighter. Hoodie snorted at that. Masky lit his smoke and turned to ask Splendorman a question, but the entity was no longer standing with them.

"Maybe he's on his way to bail out Toby on Wall Street." Hoodie joked. Masky shook his head and took a long drag.

"If Toby's ever gonna need bailed out of anywhere, it's prison...and I don't think there's one of those around here for miles." Masky exhaled a cloud of grey smoke as he spoke.

"He's a resourceful kid, I'm sure he'll find a way." Hoodie chuckled again, and Masky did, too. Then the conversation died away, and the only sounds that tainted the salty breeze were the crashing of the waves and the occasional screech of a seagull. The pair waited patiently for Toby to return while the light steadily disappeared into the water.

Only the full moon lit the landscape now, and Masky was starting to get concerned. He shared a glance with Hoodie, confirming that he, too was worried about Toby. The kid had his issues, but he was never late.

"He went this way earlier. We've gotta run into him at some point," Hoodie gestured toward the trees with one hand and pulled his mask down with the other. Masky nodded and pulled his own disguise over his face as they headed out to search. They had only walked a few feet into the woods when they heard movement in the foliage. They both looked up to see their missing companion sitting in the tree above them.

"Where are you going?" He called down to them. Hoodie sighed heavily and facepalmed.

"We are going to handle the assignment. Are you going to join us, or keep being a nuisance?" Masky replied.

"I prefer the term 'm-menace', actually." Toby climbed down quickly and landed on his feet with a dull thud. He seemed mildly surprised at their irritation with him, as they usually weren't genuinely upset by his obnoxious behaviors. The sun seemed to have taken their sense of humor with it, and now the two were consumed with silent determination to complete their task.

"Did you bring everything?" Hoodie asked.

"I s-set it all up while I w-was out." Toby replied flatly. Hoodie gave a quick nod and started walking, and the other two followed suit. Even if they were successful in their endeavor, it was going to be a long night – and they all knew it.

[cosmolumine]

📚The Tag Library📚

[raemaaunty]

I have self fabulated world, more directly - two conected worlds.

One of them is Thought-Midword, where lives my main OC, Rory Lambar.

Second world is Baujana, where are characters of my original.

There you can see Freal, Rory and Ermenes.

This is Ermenes's adopted family and his girl Sara.

[dunzella]

Hii!! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering if you could write a continuation of the Yandere!Serial killer story! I loved it so much and I was super curious on how things would play out after the events of the original. You’re an amazing writer and I hope you have a great day/night!!

I'm so happy you liked it!! lol sure I can do a mini continuation.

Stitches

Doll pt.1

Yandere! Serial Killer

Ever since he showed his true colors his personality did a 180 or maybe… this was his real personality all along, and you had just grown too used to "Cassidy". The soft-spoken girl with shy smiles and delicate hands—the one who blushed when you complimented her. The one who trembled when you held her hand. The one who had never existed.

Now, the sweet, blushing girl was gone—replaced by him, a predator lurking beneath delicate skin and soft-spoken words.

Your body was wrapped in layers of pastel pink—lace, silk, and too many frills to move properly. Puffy sleeves, ribbons, skirts so stuffed with tulle they swallowed your legs whole. You weren’t a person anymore. Just another doll in his collection, albeit a special one.

Because, unlike the others, you were still alive.

But you weren’t free. Not when he was always watching. Not when they were always watching.

The glassy, lifeless eyes of his dolls followed you wherever you went. Propped up on dainty pink shelves, slumped in corners, lying stiffly on his pink armchair like someone had just tucked them in for a nap. Their mutilated faces were forever contorted in pain. Some didn’t even have mouths.

The room he kept you in was a nursery disguised as a shared bedroom—filled with ripped stuffed animals their torn seams and missing limbs resembling his victims.

Powder-pink walls, plush carpeting, and an ornate canopy bed that looked stolen from a princess’s fairytale. A vanity with combs you weren’t allowed to use yourself, bottles of perfume he dabbed onto your wrists like you were some fragile doll in need of upkeep.

Everything was pink, suffocating, saccharine.

And when your stitches came undone from all your struggling, his long eyelashes fluttered, cigarette dangling between his fingers as he pressed his mismatched gaze onto you—disappointed, but not surprised.

"Tch, didn't I say stop touching it." His pink skirt swayed as he stepped closer, eyes narrowing at the blood staining your wrists. The delicate fabric of his matching tank top was splattered with tiny droplets, but he didn’t seem to mind. Without hesitation, he scooped you up, cradling you in his arms like a groom carrying his bride.

The pain was unbearable. The sting of raw, reopened wounds mixed with the eerie tingle of skin held together by thread. You felt like a broken marionette, no like some fucked-up Frankenstein experiment pieced together with love and lace.

He wasn’t gentle because he was kind. He was gentle because he was careful. He handled you. Fixed you. He cooed at you while he worked, stitching your wounds back together with an almost maternal sort of patience.

“There we go, bunny,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he tightened the thread. You whimpered. His lips curled. "All better.”

When the news played reports of pretty corpses found throughout the city, he hummed, running his fingers through his short blonde hair. His victims—faceless, lifeless dolls, all stitched up and dressed in pastels. The media had given him a name.

The Dollmaker.

But the moment you showed discomfort, he clicked his tongue and changed the channel—to something softer. Something girly.

"All that negativity will rot your pretty little brain," he hums. "You should be focusing on me instead, don’t you think?"

Your body tensed against his. His arms wrapped around you, snug, possessive. The longer you were trapped, the more fragmented your memories became.

But during your captivity you remembered him from high school his name is Cassius Morrow, the shy introverted sophomore at high school. Always blushing, always looking away when spoken to.

If he hadn’t been so meek, you might have realized he was watching you back then, too.

Now, the contrast was baffling.

A man who spoke in sweet whispers, who dressed in pastel pinks and frills, yet stitched your body together like one of his playthings... You were convinced he must have a Jekyll and Hyde situation.

Any autonomy you had over your body, vanished.

Your limbs weren’t your own anymore. Stiff, aching, pulled together by Cassius's careful, loving hands. Every movement sent a dull throb up your arms, your legs. When you walked, your joints creaked—not with age, but with tension, stitches straining against fragile skin.

He basically did everything for you.

Doing your hair. Dressing you. Feeding you. Lifting you onto his lap whenever he wanted to coddle you—which was often.

He carried you everywhere. Even when you could walk, he insisted.

"Shh, no fussing. Little dolls don’t strain themselves."

You were sick of it so you formulated a plan. You had been on your best behavior lately. So obedient, so sweet, so good for him. But that was because you were waiting.

Waiting for the moment he got too comfortable.

Waiting for the moment he left you alone just long enough.

That moment came one evening when you heard the screams.

They echoed from the basement—wet, raw, desperate. You had heard them before, muffled beneath layers of walls, but this time, he had left the door open just a crack.

You could hear the squelching sounds. The butchering and guts are being torn apart. His hums of nursery rhymes in content.

Cassius was busy with his latest victim, The loud, relentless sawing meant he wouldn’t hear you.

So you made your way towards the window, something subtle so he wouldn't notice your absence immediately.

Ignoring the pain burning through your joints, you pushed open the window. And fell through.

The cool night air kissed your raw skin, and for the first time in so long, you breathed.

You were outside.

For a moment, you thought you'd done it. You’d escaped.

But then you realized—there was no one here.

He had lived somewhere secluded, hidden. The road stretched on endlessly, lined with skeletal trees that loomed like watching figures. No lights. No houses. No passing cars.

Still, you ran.

Your stitches screamed, skin tearing where the thread pulled too tightly, but you ran.

You ran for what felt like hours—your body quickly tiring, tearing from the movement. You never let yourself fully heal, always ripping apart.

But none of that mattered.

You would find a town. You would find help.

You would be free—

~

Your vision swam in and out of focus as you came to, a heavy fog clouding your thoughts. Something was wrong. The air smelled different—cloying, metallic, laced with chemicals that burned your nostrils.

Not the perfume. Not the suffocating scent of rosewater and sugar that clung to his dollhouse prison. No, this was sharp. Bitter.

Your body felt weightless, yet impossibly heavy.

Then the cold set in. A hard surface beneath you. Restraints biting into your wrists and ankles. The dim hum of a fluorescent light buzzed above, flickering in and out.

And then—then you saw him. Biting his lip bouncing in place; he was standing over you, mismatched green and pink eyes twinkling in amusement, wearing nothing but pink panties and a white shirt as he tapped a syringe with two fingers, the liquid inside an eerie shade of pink.

Not pastel pink. No, this was deeper, unnatural.

"Ah, you're awake~" he cooed, his voice honey-sweet but with a hint of something else—excitement. "You had me worried, bunny. Running off like that? So reckless."

His fingers trailed along your cheek, his touch cold despite the warmth of his body.

"I was gonna fix you up nice and neat in our room like always, but…" He giggled—soft, airy, girlish. The sound sent ice crawling up your spine. "Since you wanna act like a broken little toy, I figured… I should make some improvements."

Your breath hitched. Your limbs twitched, but they refused to move.

Cassius noticed.

"Aww, feeling stiff? Don't worry, that’s just a little something I gave you earlier. Can’t have you squirming while I work, can I?" He sighed, feigning disappointment. "I really didn’t wanna do this, y’know. I love my bunny just the way she is. But you keep misbehaving."

His grip on your chin tightened—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel small.

"I’ll be gentle," he promised, raising the dirty needle.

Liar.

You tried to thrash, to scream, but your body betrayed you. He had paralyzed you. You could barely breathe, let alone move.

He pressed his forehead against yours, sighing in bliss. "Shh… just let me take care of you. You don’t need legs to be a pretty little doll, do you?"

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

No.

No, no, no—

The needle pierced your skin.

And everything faded to black.

Don't worry Cassius always takes care of his dolls. ♡

[spacebugarts]

I have a story that's the exact opposite! At about 13 I was at the stage where I wasn't really sure Santa existed and I decided to run a test: if Santa could bring me dolls of my two ocs with reference photos I provided, I would believe he was real. My mom was really dedicated though, and put out a post on facebook asking if there was anyone that could sew and potentially make dolls out of the drawings I provided. I ended up finding out Santa wasn't real later that year anyways, but that morning I was so excited when I found two perfect recreations of my drawings under the tree with the rest of the store-bought presents. It's one of my favorite memories to this day, and the woman that reached out and made them attended my graduation party :)

They live on a shelf with the rest of my toys, and to this day are two of my main OCs, Alex and Lynn! They've changed a lot since then, but these two have a special place in my heart for reminding me of the good in the world <3

Edit: The drawings!!! Plus a photo from the day I got them :D also I didn't know the right term for "to scale" so I wrote "life size" but thankfully the artist understood lol

Are any of your ocs based on plushies / toys (or other childhood items)? Did you make the oc based on the plush or did you find a plushie that reminded you of an oc?

Ps. Not mandatory but I would reaaallly love to see if you have pictures!!!

[mynnthia]

compiling my headcanons for what video games dungeon meshi characters would like, if they were gamers in modern day

some taken from this post and my reblog additions there. added more characters, with some suggestions by friends/mutuals (marked by *asterisk ).

this can also be a games recommendation list based on your fav/most relatable characters too, if you want

characters that are not are included are bc i dont have ideas for them. if i only list the genre name but not any specific titles, its bc im not familiar enough with the character/genre to pick a specific game.

this list is, of course, biased towards games im more familiar with. feel free to ask me to elaborate on my choices or make suggestions in the comments

Laios' party:

Laios: plays lots of Monster Hunter. loves Spore but he doesnt often play past the tribal stage. likes Pokemon but he's more focused on catching the pokemon than following the story. played WolfQuest and DragonFable back in the day. enjoyed the concept of Bugsnax but wasn't interested in dealing with the NPCs

Marcille: mainly Dwarf Fortress, RTS games, some colony sims. but also sometimes The Sims, and dollmaker dress-up games. i could see her also enjoying Rollercoaster Tycoon and making elaborately-themed parks. might also occasionally indulge in some visual novels if she's in the mood for narrative she has Stardew Valley so she can have something to play co-op with falin, but its not a game she plays a lot of otherwise. when playing with falin, marcille micromanages the farm to maximize productivity, and does the decorations

Chilchuck: puzzle games and hidden object/escape room games as a video game-equivalent to finding/dismantling traps and lockpicking. i think he'd also enjoy Bejeweled.

Senshi: mainly Wii games and Cooking Mama. occasionally plays Snake on his 15-year-old nokia phone. i dont think he would enjoy games like Overcooked or restaurant manager games, because he likes to take his time making food, not stressing about customer service

Falin: some *Legend of Zelda games – she likes the exploration aspect in Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, maybe also some of the toon zelda games like Minish Cap or Wind Waker she also plays Pokemon (*Pokemon Go when she's traveling), and i think she would enjoy some indie games, like Penko Park or Chicory: A Colorful Tale. plays Stardew Valley co-op with marcille – falin mainly takes care of the animals, mining, and picking the crops. occasionally makes improvement suggestions that marcille didnt think of

Izutsumi: i could see her enjoying games with parkour mechanics, like *Assassin's Creed, or Mirror's Edge. or maybe something simple but requiring cat-like swipes, like Fruit Ninja. despite her impatience, i think she could also enjoy action games with interesting longer narratives, as evidenced by [this omake] (relevant portion pictured below), so maybe *Final Fantasy 7 – my friend who's familiar with the game said "she’d find Cloud and Vincent relatable"

[ID: a dungeon meshi omake, where laios' party watches a nightmare monster manifest marcille's dream. there are snippets of dramatic soap opera-like dialogue. the rest of the party are initially enthusiastic but get bored over time, meanwhile izutsumi remains enthralled]

Kabru's party

Kabru: definitely Crusader Kings. maybe also some rpgs with relationship/faction mechanics, such as *Fire Emblem (one of the older ones or FE:3H) or Fallout: New Vegas (hes maxing out the speech stat asap) i think he would also enjoy mystery games like Pentiment and Return of the Obra Dinn – he would love the process of getting familiar with the many characters and deducing "who did what" in both games.

Rin: she takes pride in being an indie gamer (translating her disdain for upper class magic academy mages -> disdain for AAA games). given her chain-lightning magic in canon, i think she'd enjoy games with AOE-type magic, so maybe games such as Vampire Survivors. my mutual also suggested she might enjoy indie mystery visual novels like *Paranormasight, and that her AAA guilty-pleasure would be *Final Fantasy 14 – that rin is "a hardcore ff14 raider. would join PUGs and shot-call every week. #holm and diya might also play ff14 casually with rin but holm would be fishing mainly"

Mickbell: mainly Bethesda games like Fallout and Skyrim– enjoys the bootstrapper power fantasy in them. the type to go out of his way to pick up all the loot he can, to later sell

Kuro: enjoys the same games as Mickbell, but for the open-world exploration and investigation factors

Toshiro and Tansu's party:

Namari: her interest in fighting and weapons could translate to brawler/fighting games and action games with a focus on weapon stats – so maybe *Street Fighter, *God of War, and/or *Dark Souls. might play *Monster Hunter with laios but for the weapons. i could also see her occasionally enjoying truck simulators

Toshiro (Shuro): has the perseverance for soulslikes and other high-difficulty action and/or metroidvania games, but would take his time overthinking item/weapon synergies sometimes. given [his fondness for bugs], i could also see him enjoying Hollow Knight

Tade: would enjoy the cute aesthetics and lighthearted gameplay of Animal Crossing and Katamari. would also like idol anime rhythm games

Kiki: i think she would enjoy horror games such as Resident Evil, but would play it while super chill. i dont have much reasoning for this aside from vibes

Canaries:

Mithrun: plays Doom. got into Hollow Knight but still hasn't finished it because he keeps getting lost. senshi introduces him to Cooking Mama later on, which he finds surprisingly therapeutic

Cithis: plays Hitman and enjoys staging elaborate accident kills. i think she'd also enjoy The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, with her background as a devious fortune-teller

Fleki: surreal indie games like Hylics. also plays Team Fortress 2, and is a scout main. occasionally joins lycion in Animal Jam

Lycion: active WolfQuest and Animal Jam player. occasionally joins fleki in tf2

Pattadol: plays Stardew Valley – shes comparatively a normie, but on the meticulous side. she would enjoy perfecting her in-game farm

Otta: plays Genshin Impact. the serious reasoning is because of her (earth) elemental magic and how genshin has an elemental magic system (from my understanding. ive never played it). the joke reasoning is how some genshin players play to collect "waifus", and how otta goes through a lot of women in her dating life

Other:

Leed: runs her own guild in World of Warcraft

Winged Lion: god-games like WorldBox or Simmiland. and Darkest Dungeon (this ones mostly a joke)

Thistle: plays the original Plants VS. Zombies. also plays Minecraft and is very serious about it, but hasn't updated his game in years (translating the fact hes a 1000-year-old kid frozen in time -> playing "slightly old" games popular in the early 2010s)

[ID: tweet reply by twitter user ranchuppi – "thistle calls it lord delgal's server but he is the only mod. whole royal family is locked in spectator mode. Hell. living hell on earth."]

[muffinsin]

Heyo so I had what I felt was an interesting idea for a gender neutral reader x Daniela, where reader is one of Donna’s experiments that she was done with, where she bound a human soul to a suit of plate armour.

And so basically Lady D takes it/them off Donna’s hand as a gift for Daniela because of her love for stories, and fairy tale romance

And I was curious what ur take on Daniela getting her Knight in Shining Armour Fairy tale romance, but with the slight twist of it being Knight that is Shining Armour instead of “In” shining armour

Awhh, this one’s hella adorable, hon! And I feel, it’s just what this romance bug needs!🙌

Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

With Donna, things were quiet

You weren’t used to much, mostly stood about and helped her when you could. There wasn’t much to do, and not a lot of people to talk to

And even the dolls did not always make for good beings to have a conversation with

And still, when she said you’d be given away, sent to the castle, you had felt anxious

Here, at the castle, it’s much different

It’s louder, far more crowded than the Beneviento manor

You’re presented like a gift by the dollmaker, standing still and glancing at the four women in front of you

One, tall, twice as tall as Donna, easily

The other three shorter, but still capable of towering above the average person

One, a blonde, who looks quite bored if you had to guess. An unusual reaction, certainly, given your nature. Still, even as you don’t technically have eyes, you feel almost embarrassed looking at her and visibly turn your head

The next, a brunette

You notice her fingers are twitching, her sickle glistening in the chandelier’s light

You turn to Donna momentarily, unsure how to act and what to expect

Still, you get the feeling you’d be nothing but a fancy training dummy, if she was in charge of you

Thankfully, she is not

Then the third one, a little younger and gentler looking, with a small pout at her lips and her gloved hand clutching a sickle of her own

She’s looking at you almost dreamily, her eyes wide and curious, her hips swaying gently as she stands, just barely noticeable, as if she was lost in her own world

She seems almost lost at the sight of you, only jumping to attention when the tall woman’s hand- Alcina, the mother, Donna informed you beforehand- sets on her shoulder gently

Then, the almost comfortable silence and slow feel of the room is interrupted

You stumble slightly when the redhead moves, turning to a swarm of flies that buzzes around you excitedly

Then, of of the swarm, comes first a hand that grasps the iron glove that makes your hand

The rest of her follow, her lips curving to a wide smile as she wraps her arms around you

You think you hear her thanking her mother, though it’s hard to tell, as both other women- her sisters- begin complaining almost immediately

You tilt your head, a large, iron helmet, down and can’t help but notice…she’s beautiful

Her eyes, a striking gold, are wide and betray the happiness and excitement she feels

Her lips are painted a deep black, and are spread into a wide, happy smile that would have your heart ache, if you had one

When she rubs her cheek against your chest plate and shoulder piece, you think; you should cringe, should feel bothered about the blood smearing against your otherwise pristine armor

Not this time

This time, you only watch her

For the first time in your life, you wish you had a face, a mouth, lips

All just to smile at her

For her to see your smile, hopeful that it might inspire her to just keep smiling, too

In the time to come, you get a little more adjusted to living at the castle

You’re with Daniela, every day, nearly at all times

And while you hear whispers, some of the staff members pitying you, you see no reason for such a thing at all

You love being in her company

You…have come to love Daniela

You awaken next to her every day, yearning for lips to curl into a smile when she stirs and rubs her face against you sleepily

Whenever you can- whenever she isn’t directly on top of you- you’ve taken to sitting by the fireplace in her room

While you can’t feel the heat, you know the armor making up your body heats up a little

And how adorable it is when she curls on top of you, cooing and basking in the warmth, her swarm buzzing so loud it almost sounds like she’s purring contentedly

You spend hours holding her in the morning, the gloved and armored fingertips making up your fingers gently combing through her hair

You wish, you could feel her

You wish, you could let her feel you

But, both of your love makes up for it

She’s head over heels for you and has been from the beginning. You are, quite literally, her knight in shining armor

And oh my, you know just how to make her feel like a princess

You love to pamper her, and she loves being pampered. And how could you ever deny her a thing, when she looks up at you so pleadingly? When her cute, golden eyes widen and she holds onto your chest-and shoulder plates

When her flies buzz so adorably…

You also notice- Daniela can be very clingy. Thankfully, you don’t mind

She likes holding onto you in some way at all times when she’s with you

At times, too eager to be close to you, her flies quite literally dart between the gaps in your armor, as though she wants to be within you, as though even holding you isn’t close enough for her

You love feeling her love

Daniela’s love is so…raw

So passionate and unfiltered

She shows you what you mean to her and is not shy to show you off at all. Though, you notice she is very possessive and can get quite jealous

As such, any doe eyed, curious maid looking at you is disposed of quickly

And still, you know how to calm her again, when you scoop her up off the floor and into your arms, when you hear her giggle and watch her caress your armor lovingly

Of course, all this does not mean you can’t get jealous, too

Especially when, unfortunately, far too many believe that you’re nothing but a mere construct to her and that she is for the taking

And while you have no blood running through you, you almost feel it boil from the anger you experience whenever a foolish staff member believes they can just come up to your girlfriend

Luckily, she only ever coos and giggles when you draw your sword and the person jumps away

Her knight in shining armor, indeed

She loves your protective side

Especially in winter you prefer accompanying her, well aware she’s a little more vulnerable then

Daniela is fast. You’re invincible. When you hear as much as a threatening noise, you step in front of her, your armor illuminated by the blue essence that is you and wills it to move, your sword drawn

And, of course, you’re always quick to step in when you hear the staff spreading rumors or scary stories about her, tales painting her as a monster. Even if she is one, you don’t care. She’s yours, your love, your passion, your princess

And you won’t let anybody badmouth her

And while it’s usually unnecessary, she would never stop you

If anything, she swoons, her cheeks pink, smiling wide

You do so love it when she smiles

Her favorite thing to do is to curl up on top of your lap after you’ve been sitting by the fire

She’ll often read to you, usually from one of the fairytales she loves so much

She’ll trace your armor as she reads, her voice gentle and smooth, her lips occasionally grazing your helmet before she rests against you again

Like this, the two of you can spend hours together and still feel like it has barely been a few minutes

[sehruliyan]

writing a short story for english class and im making yusuke the protagonist, he's going to be a dollmaker

[heartfullofleeches]

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Pin [Yan Doll] and Doll Reader is friends to lovers. Remmy [Yan Dollmaker] and Doll Reader is (one-sided) enemies to lovers.

Doll Reader to Pin: Oh my gosh, Pin!! It's so nice to have another talking doll on the property. Is there anything I can do for you? Fix up your stitches? Read you a story from the library? You seem to really like the sound of my voice- It's an honor. The new coat you made for me is the best present I've received this decade. If only I had something as nice to give you in return.

Doll Reader to Remmy: Oh, it's you. You brought me flowers? What a shame, I'm allergic. How can a doll be allergic to flowers? Don't ask me silly questions, human. How are your dolls back home? Do you intend to put me on a shelf like them? Brush my hair everyday. Mend the tears in my clothes?.... Hold me like every minute we have together is the last?... Pfft - as if I'd want that from some dumb human.... Your hands are so soft though.