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scribblingplace · 1 year
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And another rough sketch, I'll probably ink this later.
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sr-s-stories · 8 months
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Sideblog for original art/series and stuff
Main is @s-rolldown-s-fork
Main series Rn is ASV (
Might post ideas here? If I post anything at all. My series are usually wildly personal and self-indulgent and I don't like posting some stuff online
Most other series are dead but I revisit them from time to time
Series List:
ASV (Arc Santino Verse) (I gave it that name very early into the series so. Yeah) - Probably has the most stuff of all my series
Heaven's Fall/UwUverse - have multiple dead rp blogs for this, but sometimes doodle stuff
TVES/The Void Estate Series - same as Heaven's Fall, but blog only and less art ig? Mostly dead/undergoing renovations. I revisit it sometimes
Doll Story/dollverse (not a placeholder name, it's a Toy Story reference) -
Seyue Series - One of my first proper ones! Uh pretty rusty and doesn't really have a plot (it was really, really character focused and driven)
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goob-li-goob · 8 months
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : KAISON CAT AND FRIENDS
In this world, the stars are gods. They watch over you. They're all powerful celestial beings who help the world turn as it is.
In this world, there are thousands and millions of universes. You're in one right now.
In this world, there are the five kingdoms. but the ones that we will be focusing on are the Starverse, the Kaleidoverse, the Dollverse.
In the Starverse, a chaotic little family of stars watch over you, while not really watching over themselves. One sticks out though, and he's important.
He's Constance, and he's a vagrant. Not a beggar, a wanderer, who prefers making human connections and party to helping run the universe.
Constance "Shooting" Star is a rebel, yet favoured in his large family of gods. And gods have favourites, if you don't know. It's a custom in all the pantheons. And so he finds one in a sleepy suburban town. One of the experiments from the mainland, Kaison Cat, who runs a little cat cafe at the end of a street with their sibling Kaisor Cake. With the help of a crystal ball that every star-god gets in their youth, they travel the galaxies and cause trouble every where they land.
Meanwhile, in the Arctic, a slime bear lives in a little cabin, sheltered away from the snow...
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
a blog about the misadventures of the characters of the goob universe. run by mod 🍎 [ @appljuiceboxx ], mod 💚 [ greenie ], and mod 🍓 [ avoor ]. please note that we are all minors! and any nsfw asks will not be answered!
please enjoy!
-mod 🍎 11/9/23 (greenie's bday say happy bday greenie!!)
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hdmiru · 9 months
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* ∙ ✰ ◞ ⤫ ( 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ) dollverse / ella flips through her high school yearbook and recalls memories / 452 words.
once ella graduated high school, the people around her have started going on and on about how those were going to be the best years of her life. frankly, she just considered them boomers and didn't think they were worth her time. it seemed to be habitual at this point, and while, yes, ella did enjoy her high school days, she think it'd be a stretch to say they would be the best years of her life. she still hasn't lived enough to make that judgment!
nevertheless, on days when the sun was scorching hot outside, and she didn't feel like moving an inch from the sofa in her living room, ella has made it a habit to flip through her yearbook and look back on those days. not because she missed them or whatever—she was definitely still living her life now—but because she knows if she doesn't look back now, those days will slowly fade from her mind.
it helped that she still had her closest friends by her side, and ella firmly believed that her and the girls will be able to get through everything together, but it was a great way to pass the time, so why not?
opening it up, she quickly flipped to her yearbook photo because letting out a laugh. she didn't look bad, ella doesn't think she ever looks truly bad, but it was taken in the middle of track season which meant that she was burnt. nothing too terrible, but she wouldn't say it was her best look.
that was a natural cause from all the sports she played back then. it would take forever to list out everything she did, but she remembers enjoying her track days, getting to jump the hurdles, and she also loved being part of the golf team. of course, her best sport was, no doubt, lacrosse. it was also probably her favorite because of how active it was.
"no wonder i couldn't pay attention in class," she says before flipping through the senior portraits and catching her friends as well. every one of them were as adorable as ever, and she was a little jealous that they looked so great in their photos compared to herself.
time flies as she goes through the pages, trying to find herself in the group photos as well, that she doesn't even realize the sun has gone down. checking out the time, she thinks she better get a run in outside before it starts raining or whatever, and so she closes the yearbook and places it back on her bookcase.
she'll come back to it on some other day, and maybe some of her other memories will come flowing back.
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urmuminnitt · 9 months
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Definitely the worlds most original idea but I desperately want a dollverse where u see all different kinds of dolls, like barbie of course but she’s interacting with bratz, cindys, monster highs e.t.c
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littlewalken · 1 year
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Ap 17
I don't think that Unoa yawn-sneeze face plate will fit my Unoa Chibi and the more I look at it the more meh I feel altho I have an opportunity to get one on a hybrid for the next five minutes and I'm thinking maybe.
Otherwise it's measuring day for my Unoa. Had a sudden trip to the fabric store yesterday and got her some. So far we think her style is going to be a bit like that "pastoral prairie" look from the mid 2000s, if you had doll mooks then you know what I mean, with a dip towards more historical so she can pull an Anne Shirley or Caddie Woodlawn.
Yup, I have the movie with Emily Shulman what makes you ask?
A mini ginger dolly has been dropped on my lap and a ginger storybook girl she shall be. It'll just take a bit longer to make a Pippi outfit.
Red Heart has a brushed yarn which looks to have a good texture to make a wig for her but the colors are too pink. I'll be taking her to Hobby Lobby tomorrow and we'll see if we can find a yarn that is just right.
I think a slightly textured mohair look will suit her, but being that she wears wigs there will be several.
She's also going to get a straw hat.
And the longer I blog the less I want that sneezing Unoa face. Yeah, I'd pounce on more legit ones for the Chibi but I'm not buying any recasts.
Everyone deep in the dollverse gets one, that they earnestly didn't know was a recast not from an Ebay seller screaming it, and I love mine to pieces. He's a little not a BJD or anything on topic to DOA, he's very obscure, and it's something worth debating as a grey area because it's like a physical sort of lost media.
Other real life still goes on.
Don't make me wish I had bought the other sets of Imperial metal dishes from that lady and flipped them because they're heavy and I wouldn't want to hear it about the shipping cost.
And if you're bitching about the price to restring you're in the wrong hobby.
*And for future reference, self, the Chibi are smaller than the ones that use the sneeze face so that settles that.
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themonstercrafts · 3 years
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Happy Saturday! How is your weekend going so far? Today is the perfect day to spend outside, like Chloe is doing. #barbie #barbiefashionista #rebodiedbarbie #dollgram #dollstagram #barbiegram #miniverse #miniaturemodel #dollmodel #dollverse #dollcollector #dollworld #dollpic #dolllife #barbielife https://www.instagram.com/p/CRbaJfkpMlf/?utm_medium=tumblr
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scribblingplace · 1 year
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Drawing my dolls again. Meet Luna, she's supposed to be granting good dreams, instead she's gone rogue and is just having fun adventures and summoning little guys.
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antlergraham · 3 years
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Will thinks back to the place it all started.
Quantico. Late autumn. The light was grey outside, but glaring and yellow in Jack’s office, where the doctor stood tall in his expensive suit and watched Will with the searching eyes of a predator. They were lion’s eyes, enough so to make it surprising his pupils were dots and not slits. Will hadn’t liked him then, though he doesn’t like Hannibal much now either. Hannibal sat there and talked to him like he was a child. He talked about Will’s thoughts, his mind, and it had been terrifying. 
Exhilarating, too, to be known. But terrifying nonetheless. Will hated him right away and vowed to hold onto it from the moment he demanded of Jack to know whose profile Hannibal had been brought in to work on. The answer was never given, but he knew. Will has known since the beginning that it’s Hannibal’s job, and now his pleasure, to crawl inside Will’s head and make him wonder where the line between reality and Hannibal’s words becomes sharp. He doesn’t know. Even worse, he’s not quite sure that he wants to. 
It’s easy to be a doll. 
He finds it much less difficult to simply give Hannibal the things he wants, and ride along with this or that. It’s not the man he once was, certainly not when the two first met. He was rude and irritable, and angry at Hannibal over profiling him. He mostly hated him on principle. Will cannot imagine how Hannibal would react to such a thing now, when he governs with a strict hand on the back of Will’s neck in a scruff.  He thinks about telling Hannibal no when the next exotic dish is placed on their table and he’s expected to eat it, knowing it belonged to the nice grocer who was always so nice to Will when he went out on Hannibal’s behalf.
Tonight will be something elaborate as always. And it will be the one person Will was starting to trust. He forgot he must remain isolated to remain so complacent. Outside voices means outside help, and Hannibal simply won’t risk Will getting away from him now. The lion has already sunk his claws into the mouse. 
When they met, Will could never have imagined the reality that has been carefully constructed around him. He quietly does Hannibal’s bidding and falls asleep held in those strong arms. One day, he will be asked to participate in the hunt. Hannibal says he would make such excellent bait, drawing in those desperate for his cash reward and making easy targets. Creeps too, said with more malice, would be drawn to his delicate, mutilated body. 
“I’ll cut out their tongues before they put their greedy mouths to your skin.”
Then Hannibal had nuzzled into Will’s neck and kissed the back of it before falling asleep. 
It is true, he looks more waifish than the day they met. While Will never filled out in the way most men did, he wasn’t too scrawny, either. He had some muscle, but a lean frame that suggested weakness but had power. His muscles have since lost their definition, and his belly has become soft with Hannibal’s rich foods. One of the surgeries Hannibal put him through made his waist more defined via removal of his ribs. That had been painful, and he threw up when Hannibal cooked them and fed Will spoonfuls of his own marrow. 
Even now, he doubts his memories of ever having looked any different. Hannibal hasn’t mentioned the surgery since Will was healed enough to ignore it. He could ask, but the probability of a true answer is so low that the thought barely crosses his mind before he dismisses it as ridiculous. 
He cries at night over it all. He feels lonely and sad and just desperate for anything else in the world besides a servitude that refuses to call itself as such. 
He cries today, too, because he thought he had found some solace in the deep dark world Hannibal has constructed for him to live in. He liked Randall well enough, and had liked being able to talk about the cruelty of man. Randall was an old play thing of Hannibal’s, kept around as more of a guard dog than a purse-sized thing, and Will always felt safe with him around. No one would hurt him. Will could complain about the pain of his procedures. 
“He is at peace now,” Hannibal reminds sternly, serving Will’s plate. His left hand is bandaged and bloody now, added to the carefully constructed sausage rather than left alone on his body. “Do not waste a perfectly good meal, darling.”
Will tries to stop himself from sobbing in pain and grief, and instead stabs at the casing of the sausage until it leaks oil onto the plate. He doesn’t want to eat Randall. He doesn’t want to eat himself. This is not a choice, however, so he reluctantly cuts himself a bite. He knows it’ll taste good, like everything Hannibal makes, which is somehow worse than it tasting bad. 
“I wish you would understand, dear Will, that this is for the best.”
So Will ducks his head and eats while Hannibal watches him, smug as ever, and smiles into his wine when Will doesn’t gag like he used to when fed his own meat.
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blacktithe7updates · 3 years
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Away (Bucky x Reader)
https://blacktithe7.tumblr.com/post/649552979283820544/away-bucky-x-reader
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kittyandco · 3 years
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i had some dream about raquelle last night!!... i don't quite remember but i know we were at the movies watching some animated thing... i was crying as usual and she was like ??? didn't know what to do.
and afterward she bought me a box of chocolates to make me feel better, despite completely missing why i was emotional about a cartoon
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hdmiru · 9 months
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* ∙ ✰ ◞ ⤫ ( 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 ) dollverse / a day in the life of ella and her puppy / 356 words.
"hey, dusty. get back in here!” 
when ella had opened up the door to her porch, what she didn’t expect was for her grey poodle to go jumping out. it’s not like she hadn’t taken him out for a walk earlier today, but he seemed to want another glimpse of the shining sun. letting out a groan, she let him be because it’s not like she was going to succesfully get him back in until dusty’s completely drained out his energy.
instead of fighting with her stubborn pet, she stepped out onto the porch herself to breathe in the fresh air. she’s already gone on her morning run, but it felt like her body was getting rigid already. some may argue that she spends way too much time being active, but ella finds it difficult to just sit around. she has to always be doing something. something just has to be moving.
that’s why she contemplated getting a bigger dog, but her apartment wouldn’t have been an environment for such a pet. that’s why she settled on her baby. “though, i would appreciate it if you didn’t run around so much either,” she says outloud, as if her dog can understand what she’s saying.
despite her annoyed voice, ella continues to look at her pet with loving eyes. she didn’t like to admit it, but she got lonely pretty fast. living in a country without her family had some great moments, sure, but there were more times when she felt like she was on some foreign planet on her own. her friends were there for her, of course, and she appreciated every single one of them, but she felt like she needed a closer companion. 
when dusty comes running back in, he hops into her arms, and she can’t help but let out a chuckle. “you may be a menace, but i love you, you know that?” with that, she gave him a few gentle pats on his head before turning on her television. the sun was scorching hot at this time, so she’ll have to spend her downtime indoors. 
well, at least she isn’t alone.
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Finally, got to hold my own prototype doll! ♥♥ She’s far from finished, far from perfect, far from production ready, and I don’t post much here on my personal about her, but I do love her so much. And after almost a year of working on this it’s nice to be able to hold her. (even without her arms, since they need a lot of work I just took them off lol)
@oak23 painted her face
@curvygirlsdolls for our official doll tumblr page :P
and @trufflesmushroom and @queenofsquids cause they’ve been amazing through this all and deserve credit too ♥
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acesfight · 4 years
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new verse for the doll:
dra gon age!
she was a spirit that was bound to a life-sized doll. she can be purchased from the black emporium. xenon isn’t quite sure what kind of spirit she is, but he does know that her hair and teeth both came from a real human, presumably the one that she was modeled after. she serves well as a nursemaid, servant, or attendant. somehow it feels like she’s more powerful than she looks...
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