#glossybloom

[cotton-candy-wizard]

Hello yes, I don’t think I’ve ever posted my art on Tumblr before. Or anything, actually. But @glossybloom’s cyberdoll au is just so good. I’m ace, and I have no idea why it captivates me the way it does… I just love it. Probably should've been paying attention in class but oh well. Have a dreamy Ai I guess?

[idol-chrom]

modded camus doll that drinks all your wine and calls you a peasant

the cyberdoll AU is @glossybloom ‘s but i am trash for it if u click the read more u can see a face closeup to admire his eyeliner

i couldnt design a hairstyle for shit so i made some different ones

[space-paanda]

Forgive me Father for I have written Sin of the Doll variety

(Sneak peek at what I’m currently working on, and shock horror, it’s not Tamaytka fics)

Dolls

‘M-Mistress,’ he whined quietly from the corner. ‘Please.’ He was trembling, hands anxiously running over his biceps as he watched you. Ai was becoming desperate for your touch, but you had made it very clear to him that you needed to focus on your homework. ‘A pat!’ He begged. ‘A poke, something!’ He began shuffling forwards on his knees, the faint glint of his vinyl pants catching your eye.

‘No.’ You said firmly. ‘Your corner, now, or I’ll ignore you after I’ve finished.’ You flipped the pages of your textbook, sighing softly as you heard the quiet whimper of your Doll and the shuffling return to the corner. ‘If you’re good, I’ll let you be cuddled.’

He caught his breath, eyes widening. ‘A cuddle? Mistress, you’re being g-generous,’ he murmured. He hugged his knees to his chest, watching you work away.

It was almost like a routine you both underwent during the semester. You would procrastinate with your Doll, who had been a guilty pleasure buy to begin with, and then have to ignore him in the final days to finish your assignments.

Perhaps getting a doll that thrived off attention and physical touches wasn’t the best choice. Maybe Camus might’ve been a better buy, as he is rather self-sufficient.

Casting a glance over to Ai, you smiled as you remembered why you had bought him.

-

Ai watched you warily from across the floor, as you were guided around by one of the trainers. He wasn’t sure you were the kind of person to buy a Doll such as himself; maybe you’d take one of the other bossier Dolls. You looked like a submissive Mistress.

[space-paanda]

Dolleria Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Released 27th June 2018

This will be updated and reblogged for every chapter update that comes from this point onwards.

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[serenadeofthestars]

Yeesh, it’s been a while since I published something... especially the stuff I should be working on. But here’s something for @glossybloom‘s cyberdoll au. Somehow, it’s so addicting.

Fair warning, this isn’t proofread. So fairly rough. Lkely a few mistakes here and there. And yes, it is a self-insert. Because why not.

It felt like he was floating.

Darkness surrounded him. And there he was, floating in the middle of this deep ocean. If he deigned to open his eyes, there would be a small aura of light surrounding him, emitting from the LED lights on his body. But he didn’t. He hadn’t for a long time. He knew there was nothing to see, no need to move, no need to look around. Until his master would awaken him.

A shudder went through his body, a bolt of electricity from one end to another. Even the thought of this mysterious master left him yearning for their touch. He needed them, as much as they would need air.

A sound in the distance. Something cracking, something large. Cool air touched his skin. Something fell next to him. Through his closed eyelids, something shone. Something besides him. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

An apartment. Dark walls, dark floor. Yet so much softness around - white couches, rugs, furniture, everywhere. Glowstrips along the base of the floor and ceiling. And in front of him. A person.

His master.

He blinked. More details came into focus. Short, dark hair. Much shorter than his. Pale skin, dark eyes standing out against it. Faint dark circles below each eye, almost completely obscured by a pair of glasses. Black jacket over a white t-shirt.

His eyes flitted about. Master was staring at him, watching his reactions. Slowly, she raised her hands, holding a glowing leash. Holding the loop in one hand, she attached the lead to his collar. She tugged on the leash. Ai followed. At the wall, Master pulled the leash down, leading him into a sitting position. Her hand brushed across the wall. A hook appeared. Master placed the loop through the hook and quickly moved away. The loose end of the hook extended and drove back into the wall.

Ai tugged on the leash. No give. More tugging. Yet nothing.

Master had retreated to the couch just across from him. He desperately reached for her, for her touch and warmth. A soft whine escaped his throat. Yet the leash held strong. Holding him back. Holding him just inches away from his Master.

“Master…” His voice came out soft. Part of his mind was intrigued by the sound, how he so naturally formed his lips into that word. How pleasant that word felt coming out of him. Most of him, though. Most of his body was focused on the woman across from him.

“Master… why are you away from me?” A warmth rose up inside him. No, not warm. Hot. A burning urge to touch her, anywhere, everywhere. “Why won’t you let me hold you? Touch you?”

“Not yet, Ai.” Low. Fast then slow. Words carefully spoken. “If you’re a good boy, then I’ll touch you. But not until then. Not until you learn to behave.”

“But Master… aren’t I behaving now?” He looked up at her plaintively. “I’m sitting here, being a good boy, like you want.” He reached forward. “I can touch you now, right?”

She shook her head. His hand slowly fell.

“Master…” She winced at his tone. “Master, please, just let me touch once, PLEASE….”

Yet, she did not  move. As he looked in her eyes, he could see her own longing. But yet, she stayed away. Staring at him. Watching him.

Fine. If she planned to just watch, then she’d watch what he chose.

He threw himself back onto the floor and howled. A sharp burst of pain sparked through the back of his head at the contact. But it was just a message, a message he could ignore. For now, he had a show to put on.

Sticky tears flowed down the sides of his face into his hair. This was a tantrum, he knew it. This wasn’t being a good boy. But he didn’t care. He’d continue on as long as it took. Until Master touched him. Until he could fulfill both their needs. Until he could hold her in his arms, reach down into her clothing and tease her until she begged for more.

As long as it took.

And yet.

Master.

Just.

Kept.

Staring.

Not a movement, not a sound. Just staring. Watching him scream and bang at the floor. Every quick glance at her eyes pained him. Because she was hurting.

Because of him.

Slowly. His tantrum stopped. Slowly.

By the time it had reduced to small hiccups, night had fallen over the city. Thousands - millions - of lights shone outside the window, some moving, some not. So many shining in, almost blinding. A harsh contrast with the soft lighting inside.

Finally silence. The staring continued, only mutual now. He looked at her, studying her, waiting for her next move.

Nothing he had done had swayed her. Yet, it wasn’t because of a cold heart. That much he could tell.

Perhaps…

Perhaps the denial of touch was meant to help him?

Silence.

One minute.

Two.

Three.

Then movement.

She rose from the couch. Her legs carried her towards him with short strides. Ai lay where he was, not daring to move. Not daring to ruin this.

She knelt beside him. Ai kept his eyes locked with hers. A hand brushed over his cheek, slowly and gently. Still no movement from him. Not taking that chance.

A smile. Soft, barely there. But still, she was smiling. At him. The warmth rose up again within him, but less intense. Less painful.

“See, I knew you could do it.” Her forehead bumped his. He relished the feeling of her breath on his face, the feeling of their closeness. “There will be times when you can’t touch, okay? And you can’t control that. If you act like you did, then you won’t have the touch. But if you be patient, and a good boy, that’s when you can touch.” She leaned yet closer. “Understand?”

He nodded and rested his hand on her cheek tentatively. No pulling away. Instead, she rested her head into his palm, still smiling gently at him.

He could touch. Feel her warm skin, her soft face.

Could see her dark, deep eyes, her small silver streak, her gentleness.

Could hold her.

Her.

His Master.