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⌗ 𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚂𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 . an independent and mutual exclusive writing blog for 𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 , of 𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘪‘𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦. mun and muse are 25+, triggering content and adult themes present and tagged: trigger /, canon divergent and headcanon expanded.

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𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 . obsession as an act of devotion, supernatural and physical possession, hell in high heels, abuse and codependency, addiction, the cycle of violence, necromancy, mental illness and childhood trauma, queer women in media, to belong dead, hauntings.

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂 . lion. heretic.

basic roleplay etiquette applies, no god modding, prompts can always be turned into threads. no n*zis, transphobes, homophobes, racists, or otherwise bigoted behavior, this is not negotiable.

child's play is a slasher franchise with supernatural elements. due to the nature of the source material, as well as my personal preferences, this blog is 18+, if you follow me and your age is not listed on your blog, you will be blocked.

IMPORTANT NOTE. voodou is a closed practice, and while mancini may be fine with keeping it as the source for the doll's possessions for the sake of 'continuity', i will not. tiff does practice various forms of dark magick, which i will get into in more detail later.

i love shipping in any sense, i love crafting dynamics between muses. if you have an idea please let me know !

please note for romantic / sexual ships, tiff's relationship with chucky ( past or present tense ) is a staple to her character, and will be canon in almost any verse written here. ( if you write chucky please know i am not attempting to force ship, and will always ask before assuming anything about your muse in relation to tiff )

i am open to writing with tiff's canon child(ren), but oc children are a no go without heavy plotting.

please come plot with me ! i promise i'm not as scary as my rules make me sound.

disco.rd available upon request.

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don't look at me, ( @dollsbride ! )

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don't look at me, ( @dollsbride ! )

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don't look at me, ( @dollsbride ! )

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don't look at me, ( @dollsbride ! )

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don't look at me, ( @dollsbride ! )

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url for reboot time

dollsbride (its the brand baeby)

belongsdead ( "chucky, look at us. we belong dead." )

tvalentine (it's just her name UwU)

jayne button (no touch 🔪✨)

Voting ended onMay 17

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i miss my wife tails . . .

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the urge to bite the bullet and archive this blog for a clean slate to redo my tags but also hnghnghng

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🔪 💕

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i need to finish my meta about tiff’s style evolution from bride into the show, because i think people tend to misunderstand it as if they have taken from her goth or alt aesthetic to give her a more housewife one, ( whole other topic but i digress ) when it is far more nuanced than that ( her over glamorization being directly linked to her possession of a famous person and playing into that aesthetic as someone from the outside looking in -> someone who was poor amassing wealth and living not just comfortably but eccentrically, having an over abundance without risk of going without and how she is prone to indulging and carelessness do to this, etc etc )

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

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picks her up and spins her around

the gasp she lets out as arms slip into the curve of her waist is sharp, not quite startled by touch, but the tightness. the way she is grabbed makes vi’s intentions clear as day: this isn’t her first rodeo, and this isn’t the first time she’s taken a ride on this bull, either.

arms lock around vi’s shoulders out of reflex, she isn’t afraid she’ll be dropped c and that trust means far more than words can say. the care @f1sts has made so glaringly obvious in every touch, every movement, every glance. she resists the urge to hook her legs around vi in turn, for the sake of closeness, desire, control. she doesn’t. but the thought is still there, lingering.

a laugh pulls from her chest, an overflow of giggles that bubbles up into a full blown joyous sound. not the soft ring of bells one might find written about in romance novels, timid things ment for polite company. a full bellied thing, comfortable even if it is built from raw emotion, plucked straight from doll’s heart. shyness has only ever been an act for her, a display she puts on. but here and now, wrapped in vi’s arms she has no need for it.

“ oh ! you take sweeping me off my feet real literal, isn’t that sweet ? ”

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happy mother’s day to my favorite milf.

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“ 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜. ” from tiffany valentine, @dollsbride!

❛ ────harder than it already is? seriously? .. you're choosing him, tiff. whether you know it or not, that's what this is plain and simple. and you want me t'just .. what, roll over and take it? ❜

&. wasn't it vi who fought for everything? every scrap of food when she was a child [ ... ] every back alley brawl with whatever loudmouthed motherfucker who needed a lesson in when to shut their damn trap. so why would tiffany expect she wouldn't fight for her? ──

❛ fuck. that. ❜

after everything they'd endured .. there wasn't a chance in hell: ❛ if you really want me to go, fine. i get it, y'know? ... but for this? .. for that piece of shit? ❜ she was strong, ( like vander. like her father. ) always was. .. but not strong enough to hide heartbreak when there was still hope. ❛ just .. tell me what you want, 'kay? what you really want. ❜

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HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN IT ? she knows he isn't worth it, but idealization skews perspective, obsession is a powerful drug, more so than love even, and it runs deep in her veins. he has so deeply embedded himself in her. how could she explain the way doll breaks herself to pieces for a man who would never do the same. how many times has she reconstructed herself to fit the image he wanted ? who is she now, without him ? ten years looking for a rubber corpse, far longer spent without him after.

doll shifts uncomfortably, wringing her hands in her lap. she looks young, scolded in that childish display she has perfected. it's natural to her now, even if it feels rotten, manipulative. she doesn't mean for it to be, not with vi.

i love you. she wants to say, like a prayer, like a plea. it sits on the tip of dead woman's tongue. look at me, please, i love you, don't leave me. she bites her tongue,

tell me what you want.

she's not sure anyone has really asked her that before, all the people she's loved, all the things she's done. . . pink painted lip is pinched between ivory teeth, she takes a breath to steady herself, to think.

“ i want to be happy. ” it's hard. it's so fucking hard, and she doesn't get it, she's never really understood how to be anything more than what she is. “ i want to be with you, ”

she trails a bit to close to honesty and wants to push it, wants to pull back the meat above her ribs and expose beating heart. that is what love is, to rip yourself apart for someone else, let them see you bleed.

“ but . . . you gotta understand, v. me and chucky . . . it's not that simple. there is so much you don't know about me, i can't. ” can't what ? she lingers on that thought, lets it drift in the air. can't be with you ? can't be happy ? she doesn't think she's capable of it, really.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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i miss my wife tails . . .