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cat-eared-dollwitch · 16 hours

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Sometimes this one thinks about a cadre of dolls that need a witch to stay sane and grounded but don’t trust anyone to hold that title for long. A group of dolls that trust each other, but can’t trust concrete authority. They all have reasons. It’s an awful world out there.

So they take turns. Passing the hat around. Being in control.

Some of them aren't good at it. But that is okay. Not everyone is good at things necessary for survival. Not everyone is good at care. And that's okay. That's part of why they take turns. They trust each other enough to pick up slack where others let it loose. And some of them can't do much useful at all. And that is okay.

Still our doll, still our witch.

And that is enough.

#empty spaces #dollposting #doll cadre

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benthic-soundscape · 2 days

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A doll with a crack in it.

It's subtle, and easy to hide, but not little. There is a line that runs from its shoulder, down its side, that ends at its waist. The crack started out small, but has grown larger over the long months.

Would it be better for it just to break? To wedge its delicate fingers inside the jagged seam and pry itself open until it shattered?

Or would it be best to keep going until it broke anyway, and wait for Miss to repair it? Or should it ask Her to break it, so that She could be around to fix it right away?

It doesn't know. but that's okay. Dolls aren't meant to know things, to think about things. That's how it got the crack to begin with, after all.

#hadal wishes #empty spaces #dollposting

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absentwriterdoll · 1 day

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Starlight

A plushie! Hand woven by its witch with thread as dark as night!

Woven into that base, done up in thread laced with mythril, are several constellations, occasionally added to as its witch grows more and more familiar with the night sky.

While magical in nature, the plushie's adornments aren't used for magic themselves: its witch's personal magic has no need of the stars' strength.

So why mythril?

To serve as a sort of nightlight!

The metal shines gently, deep into the night, reflective and twinkling, carrying the light of the stars as easily as the clearest night sky.

A perfect accessory for her darling dolly.

#empty spaces #fantasy #fiction #microfiction #writing #dollposting #witches #everyday doll #not a person

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blizzicity · 2 days

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05/04/08

#the backrooms #liminalcore #liminal spaces #empty spaces #emptycore #astethic #creepy aesthetic #eerie aesthetic #eerie #weirdcore #dreamcore #blender #3d render #3d model #digital art

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lucifernevergoesaway · 2 days

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#liminal spaces #liminal space #photography blog #liminal vibes #empty spaces #my photography

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roomtemperaturesuperconductor · 6 months

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this is literally some fucking r/196 shit how did it make it onto hbomax??

#Scavengers reign #robofucker #r/196 #the show is scavengers reign #empty spaces

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dollish-shard · 8 months

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Obsessed with the very concept of mech pilots having handlers; and specifically the usage of the term. They aren't a navigator or support, they're a handler. Mech pilots may be unparalleled agents of war on the battlefield, but they're raw, uncontrolled. A pilot needs a handler to point it to what to shoot, because otherwise they just don't know what to do. Brains so melted by their training, overwhelmed by neural linking, that they need a voice they can latch onto and follow unconditionally. An unconditional obedience that carries over outside their mechs, where they're oh so weak and broken. Where the veil comes down and the true power dynamic reveals itself. A tool that follows orders without thinking, and the one who wields them.

#empty spaces #mechs #mechposting #mech pilot

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catgirlredux · 5 months

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The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.

#cheetah writing #empty spaces #mech #mechposting #indirectly inspired by armored core

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witchpassing · 2 months

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#empty spaces #dollposting #journal

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 8 months

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Tugumi (Jun Ichikawa, 1990)

#Tugumi #Jun Ichikawa #Ichikawa #1990 #Tsugumi #nature #sea #water #colour #blue #landscapes #Japan #empty spaces

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frostgears · 8 months

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flight deck

you don't have to tell your handler that you're coming in messy after a bad mission. she's tied into flight ops. she knows.

she's waiting by the flight line before the grease monkeys have all your armor off, with a lubed glove on one hand and two fat purple pills in the other.

"ssshhh, pretty thing," she says. "you did your best out there. now open," she forces the pills to your mouth. "good girl. where's that water bottle… swallow. good."

her hand is already working between your legs, reinforcing her praise. they always detach the armor there first.

the pills help. the pills leave you feeling floaty, detached, enough to ignore what they've done to you to make the armor work. you probably can't climax without them by now, not that your handler would ever let you find out.

a few moments later, you spatter your built-up tension and guilt across the deck. with a sigh, you sink to your still-armored knees. your reflex weapons disarm, automatics finally allowed to take over from your own hair-trigger awareness. they're safe now. you're safe.

the grease monkeys are also safe, emerging from behind blast shields that would not have stopped any but the lightest of your armaments. more for psychological safety, really.

"she done?"

"the fuck do you think, wrenchie?"

"i think you couldn't pay me enough to do your job."

"i don't do it for the pay," you hear your handler say, as your eyelids sink towards closed. "i do it because that thing you're all scared of? she's all mine. and every landing, i get to remind myself, and all of you, and most importantly, her." □

#empty spaces #mech pilot #microfiction #combat doll #flight deck #dollposting

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n1ghtblossom · 3 months

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