#dollthings

[47-bunnies-in-a-labcoat]

[chocolate-goouse]

Awawawawawawwaawawa.

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Reblog to incase yourself in porcelain

[robotgirlbatteries]

Doll named awawawa who was named by another doll. Gets really confusing for it really quickly.

[flwr-sys]

Any doll can become a maid doll if one knows enough coding or magic...

[porcelain-tea]

This one does not know what sort of doll it is. It can feel the porcelain, and the separation of fine joints where it bends, but it does not know what lies beneath. Is there clockwork, intricate and unknowable as it dutifully whirs out the energy last instilled into it? Is there flesh, bloodied and raw and not yet knowing the salve of stillness? Is there simply more porcelain (or something even harder), hair line cracks and fractures turned to sharp bladed edge, cold and all too willing to cut those softer who approach? Is there nothing at all, and simply empty space exists in the hollow cavity that tricked itself into believing it were a person for a long?

Machine, toy, weapon, hollow. This doll does not know... but it has always been possessed of an irksome desire to question and prod and understand, in spite of its desire for stillness.

[flwr-sys]

When this one is happy, it says, "Handlers love its balljoints!" When this one is sad, it says, [THOUGHT REJECTED BY ORDER OF BASE COMMANDER]

[robotgirlbatteries]

Doll named Bunny after the stuffed animal from whose fabric it was stitched together. It still carries a piece of the toy rabbit's soul, still carries the love of its former owner before they outgrew it.

[robotgirlbatteries]

Doll named I/me/my/mine/myself so it can use any of the aforementioned names for itself in conversation. This way, despite the fact that it is compelled to speak in third person, it can still pass as human or at least very well-oiled. Granted, it's got to change its grammar to do so, and things get awkward when it speaks in plurals or is addressed by name.