Starlit Doll

t4t maid to serve

[prettymachine]

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

[sadcoldcoffee]

CW: dysphoria

She gets better eventually don't worry

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[Masterpost]

[Read the episodes early]

[gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe]

このあとむちゃくちゃ… by nonco@週マガで『カナチョロ』連載中㌠@nonco331

[nadianova]

SNOWCORPSE NECROMANCY; #TOXICYURIVNJAM

15k words on two bunnies trying to survive the permafrost of NAOMIDA; they are sister and brother, daughter and mother, owner and doll.

story about aurora borealis, human trafficking, forcefem, sexwork and slurs. the usual

blay vidao gamo now.

snowcorpse necromancy by nadia nova

im a boy. im a corpse. im a girl. im a doll. snowromancy.

[starlit-dolly]

The Doll

Poised up against the wall, fragile arms dangling on the side and my short yet capable legs laid flatly against the ground, I sat waiting for someone. My hollow glassy eyes stared blankly into the layer of dust on the floor, the clock's hands stuck at 03:32, time still passing. My mind was chaotic, yet in that moment there was nothing at all. Even the dust that once danced around the room so lively was still now. No guests to clean up after. No furniture to rearrange. My hollow body, made of porcelain had never quite felt so empty before.

For the first time in my existence, there was truly no one to accommodate or please. Perhaps a ball-jointed doll such as myself would have some other use as well, however, I had no clue what. There was nothing to drive me forward, so I waited limply. Not sleeping, not eating, like a good porcelain doll. And I would wait, until someone else gave me a purpose again, for I did not have one given to me by myself.

[starlit-dolly]

What could a porcelain doll do...? Be loved? Eventually someone would notice there was no heart to love in this body of mine. Nothing but a hollow emptiness, only filled up by expectations from others. An existence made for the servitude of others' whims. I was perfect for that but without it I had no purpose.

[starlit-dolly]

The Doll

Poised up against the wall, fragile arms dangling on the side and my short yet capable legs laid flatly against the ground, I sat waiting for someone. My hollow glassy eyes stared blankly into the layer of dust on the floor, the clock's hands stuck at 03:32, time still passing. My mind was chaotic, yet in that moment there was nothing at all. Even the dust that once danced around the room so lively was still now. No guests to clean up after. No furniture to rearrange. My hollow body, made of porcelain had never quite felt so empty before.

For the first time in my existence, there was truly no one to accommodate or please. Perhaps a ball-jointed doll such as myself would have some other use as well, however, I had no clue what. There was nothing to drive me forward, so I waited limply. Not sleeping, not eating, like a good porcelain doll. And I would wait, until someone else gave me a purpose again, for I did not have one given to me by myself.

[starlit-dolly]

The doll's first post, it looks forward to meeting you all