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#Empty Spaces
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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.
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absentwriterdoll · 17 hours
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Sleep
A doll that mumbles "Miss" in its sleep.
Its witch looks over at it.
It is getting late, and her doll has already fallen asleep.
With a smile, she puts aside her book and puts out her bedside light.
She nuzzles underneath the blanket and into her doll's side.
It isn't that easy to sleep, admittedly... But her doll just looks so comfortable.
It will take some time - but soon she will join her doll in true.
The least she can do is try to hasten that happening.
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this is literally some fucking r/196 shit how did it make it onto hbomax??
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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.
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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.
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witchpassing · 2 months
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 8 months
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Tugumi (Jun Ichikawa, 1990)
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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." □
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n1ghtblossom · 3 months
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craigslistpilled · 8 months
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anchorage, alaska
posted: 01-06-22, 16:07
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dolliesboneyard · 2 months
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How long have I been here?
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pastel-gothfriend · 4 months
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is a doll you know being oh so sad? does it seem like it needs some love and care? is it being all mean to itself?
well there's a simple solution! just grab it by the tongue, spit in its mouth, and tell it that you love it and dont let go until it agrees!
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absentwriterdoll · 2 days
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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.
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chaoticdesertdweller · 6 months
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Roanoke, Virginia
📸 Sasha Higgs
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dollish-shard · 8 months
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Mech pilot handler playing Armored Core VI and ranting about all the inaccuracies to her pilot. (who is on the floor between her legs, too twitchy and blissed out by continuous battlestim use to actually understand anything other than direct orders)
Sometimes she says the word "combat" and the pilot looks up at her and shivers like an eager puppy. She pats its head fondly and then roughly pushes it back towards her crotch as she continues to complain about the implausibility of mechs being so mobile flying in Earth's gravity.
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catgirlredux · 2 months
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mech pilot with brainworms but the worms are actually the conductive nanotendrils of her mech’s computer that spread and curl around her brain like a spider’s web, sending micro-impulses that mute thoughts like “i will never be a woman” and “im a nonpassing gigahon boymoder” and replace them with better ones: “mechs make me cum” and “i’m a good girl for my handler”, to name a few
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