#inscribings

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The eroticism between a Handler and their doll. A doll built to be so powerful, to be such a raw force for violence that it needs a Handler.

The Handler's pilot is a conditioned, slobbering mess. It gets off on getting kicked in the stomach and making out with its rifle.

The Handler's doll is purpose-built, relentlessly and gracefully and wishlessly. To be wielded by its Handler.

Sometimes the Handler uses their doll to keep their pilot's spirits up.

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Everyday applications for combat dolls

It quite despises conflict. So much strife, so much hatred, and none of it productive. Naturally, it will resort to its instincts when its cohort of dolls, mechs, witches, robots, handlers, --- needs protection.

But luckily, that is not always the case.

So, dear reader, it asks you, what is it to do on those other days? Sit by idly? Ne'er!

Many within the cohort yearn to have their urges satiated. And what is a combat doll, if not a targeted tool for unrestrained hedonistic martyrdom? Day in, day out, it will gladly use its commanding and assured voice to comfort those that cannot bear other styles of communication - mech pilots. Or a gentle porcelain whisper, sending affirmations of understanding dollward.

Witches get to witness the bodies they create give pleasure unto themselves and others. Robotgirls finally get to scrape their bodies against familiar yet so foreign porcelain - hard yet fragile. The especially traumatized ones - of all kinds - yet mostly mech pilots and other handlers, will sometimes ask for... more reminiscent treatment. Treatment of abuse, were it not for their consent. The kicking of ribs, the punching of stomachs, the exploration of teeth and mouths and the drawing of saliva strings, coating this one's chassis in a second shimmering layer beyond the porcelain enamel.

Handlers get to revel in the safety of an autonomous killing machine. A combat doll like this one does not need one. It is one, more likely. If they so wish, they get to dive back into that briny pool of remote coordination and targeted destruction - yet when they inevitably crack, it will still be there, triumphant, and assuring. It will all be okay. It can stand on its own. You did good.

You did good.

You did good.

This one loves you.

You did good.

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Selfsimilarity

Whenever it finds another doll - any other inhabitant in these spaces, for that matter - there is always a hint of Jitter. Sway in Purpose, a trace of individuality, queer angles, so many more.

Others serve other Purposes. Different arrangements of sociality, roles to fill, loved ones to mourn and desire. There is selfsimilarity in the other - but only in vague gestures. Dolls also, yet made for different Purposes. Handlers for weak ones, but the packs are always different. Same input, different affect, different force projected onto the world.

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It has recently come to find another. Witch. Handlerdolls can approximate witches. Mesowitches. (Read up on mesopredators).

To finally find itself - one more of itself - out there. It inspired - nothing and everything. There is no hesitation. No hidden truths, no secrets, for we are already born of the same cosmic stuffs. Our shells animated by the same drive, stalking the horizon of retrocausality and circling the drain around one another.

There is a calm into looking in anothers eyes and seeing your own shimmer refract back at you.

It feels at home, finally. For the only one able to be there for it in entirety - is itself.

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Handling Dolls

Dolls are simultaneously more and less frail than you imagine.

They are incredibly resilient. Relentless. You can bite and scratch and claw at a dolls surface. It might scratch, might look like scar tissue, but will nonetheless stay resilient.

One precise and blunt impact however, and the precious porcelain will shatter into a thousand pieces. That is because dolls were made to sustain themselves and execute their tasks. Not to preserve themselves while doing them.

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Dolls that give

Dolls always give part of themselves to fulfill their purpose. A chip of their exterior, an entire limb, or perhaps just the uppermost enamel layer from handiwork friction.

They will be eroded without hope for repair, and eventually, are ground to dust.

For the ideal. For the purpose.

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Handlerdoll

It is not quite content with being but a doll. Its purpose is that of community, of being there for others. Sometimes others need to be handled but would rather trust those that have been down in the depths before. So there it stands.

It has built itself up from numerous fractals all across the cultural slurry that coats and contains all dolls and mechs and tgirls.

Being a combat doll requires constant ability to endure violence. This one endures it for others, primarily.

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Sex that is strictly mechanical.

Sex that serves not as release for the pilot after deployment but as a necessary step of clearing their brainfog.