(It sometimes even follows through on this promise.)
By: @bonesrambles.bsky.social
(NSFW. 18+ only. Author is over 30. It/Its 🏳️⚧️ )
PFP and Banner by @fioillustration.bsky.social
In this place, one should be prepared for body horror (doll-based and otherwise), distress, despair, death, identity death, bondage, mind alteration, dubious consent, and occasional tenderness.
Its Miss appreciates your caution and respect.
How you got yourself into it is irrelevant. You'll need someone both willing and with quite a bit of free time to get it off.
A dress for a doll.
How you got yourself into it is irrelevant. You'll need someone both willing and with quite a bit of free time to get it off.
A dress for a doll.
It feels silly sitting here, legs dangling, precarious, considering it has a full head on Miss, but Miss was very clear. It is not allowed to "leave the collection" until she "takes it down to play."
So it sits very still between little plastic beauties, and it smiles. For Miss.
It feels silly sitting here, legs dangling, precarious, considering it has a full head on Miss, but Miss was very clear. It is not allowed to "leave the collection" until she "takes it down to play."
So it sits very still between little plastic beauties, and it smiles. For Miss.
It feels silly sitting here, legs dangling, precarious, considering it has a full head on Miss, but Miss was very clear. It is not allowed to "leave the collection" until she "takes it down to play."
So it sits very still between little plastic beauties, and it smiles. For Miss.
It feels silly sitting here, legs dangling, precarious, considering it has a full head on Miss, but Miss was very clear. It is not allowed to "leave the collection" until she "takes it down to play."
So it sits very still between little plastic beauties, and it smiles. For Miss.
How you got yourself into it is irrelevant. You'll need someone both willing and with quite a bit of free time to get it off.
A dress for a doll.
How you got yourself into it is irrelevant. You'll need someone both willing and with quite a bit of free time to get it off.
A dress for a doll.
Posturing is all the doll knows how to do.
Posturing is all the doll knows how to do.
Each night, she removes her doll's head and brings it to bed with her.
She only occasionally wakes to its body stumbling in to obey a 'command' muttered in her sleep, hopelessly muffled and misunderstood by the head in her mountain of blankets.
Each night, she removes her doll's head and brings it to bed with her.
She only occasionally wakes to its body stumbling in to obey a 'command' muttered in her sleep, hopelessly muffled and misunderstood by the head in her mountain of blankets.
Posturing is all the doll knows how to do.
Posturing is all the doll knows how to do.
Each night, she removes her doll's head and brings it to bed with her.
She only occasionally wakes to its body stumbling in to obey a 'command' muttered in her sleep, hopelessly muffled and misunderstood by the head in her mountain of blankets.
Each night, she removes her doll's head and brings it to bed with her.
She only occasionally wakes to its body stumbling in to obey a 'command' muttered in her sleep, hopelessly muffled and misunderstood by the head in her mountain of blankets.
Certain there was a better time to be this, here. Not so long ago at all.
It doesn't know what to do with this feeling. It can't be anything else. It only has now.
So it sits and it waits, and imagines what knowing might be like.
Certain there was a better time to be this, here. Not so long ago at all.
It doesn't know what to do with this feeling. It can't be anything else. It only has now.
So it sits and it waits, and imagines what knowing might be like.
A doll that wears glasses. An odd holdover, but one its witch decides to allow.
Its vision is perfect, the witch ensured that. If anything, they make the doll clumsy, imprecise. Pouring tea well past cups, tripping on rugs. She forbids it from holding anything precious.
(1/4)
A doll that wears glasses. An odd holdover, but one its witch decides to allow.
Its vision is perfect, the witch ensured that. If anything, they make the doll clumsy, imprecise. Pouring tea well past cups, tripping on rugs. She forbids it from holding anything precious.
(1/4)
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
Not a person.
Inhuman.
But not sub-human.
Don't you dare forget it.
Really love this one.
Really love this one.
Your cheeks are stained with running mascara, but your tears dry as she pets your hair.
"You don't deserve this. Wouldn't you like to leave this all behind? Pain, anxiety, thoughts... Say yes."
You barely even nod, but it's enough. Your eyes flutter.
"Good doll..."
Your cheeks are stained with running mascara, but your tears dry as she pets your hair.
"You don't deserve this. Wouldn't you like to leave this all behind? Pain, anxiety, thoughts... Say yes."
You barely even nod, but it's enough. Your eyes flutter.
"Good doll..."
But that's not going to stop her from seeing how far this pretty one's belief that she can will take them.
But that's not going to stop her from seeing how far this pretty one's belief that she can will take them.
Then it was vulgarities no matter how courteously it was reminded only good dolls get names, and if it ever earned one of its own, that nasty one it was claiming would certainly not be it.
Then it was vulgarities no matter how courteously it was reminded only good dolls get names, and if it ever earned one of its own, that nasty one it was claiming would certainly not be it.
Your body relaxes beneath her touch, the panic behind your eyes a distant second rate command, disregarded as the strings start to wind around your throat.
"Elegant toys deserve more elegant solutions..."
Your body relaxes beneath her touch, the panic behind your eyes a distant second rate command, disregarded as the strings start to wind around your throat.
"Elegant toys deserve more elegant solutions..."
If this thought was supposed to comfort you as they snake along your skin and take root in your wrists, elbows, shoulders, it doesn't.
"Don't worry your little head..." A final strand sinks into the base of your neck. "We'll have that nice and empty soon enough..."
If this thought was supposed to comfort you as they snake along your skin and take root in your wrists, elbows, shoulders, it doesn't.
"Don't worry your little head..." A final strand sinks into the base of your neck. "We'll have that nice and empty soon enough..."
Not for the dolls, they'll proceed undeterred. But the sound of dry porcelain on porcelain can begin to grind on the ears after several hours.
And some enjoy the heightened desperation it creates.
Not for the dolls, they'll proceed undeterred. But the sound of dry porcelain on porcelain can begin to grind on the ears after several hours.
And some enjoy the heightened desperation it creates.