#my imagination dolls

[desertdollranch]

Opening and reviewing my first My Imagination doll

I have a new 18 inch friend to introduce and review! And this one has had an interesting journey to me.

I stumbled across My Imagination dolls a few years ago on Dollation, a delightful but now defunct site that cataloged different brands of play dolls as well as collectible dolls (check it out via the Wayback machine). By that time, this particular brand, designed by notable doll artist Robert Tonner, was no longer producing dolls. I looked at a few listed on eBay, but I didn't feel ready to buy one. They were a bit out of my price range, and they didn't really strike me as very unique. Their brand name refers to the line of clothing that was supposed to be produced for them, in partnership with DC Comics, the Wizard of Oz, Gone With the Wind, Alice in Wonderland, and I think maybe Disney. But there were very few of those promised items that were produced, and the brand itself only lasted from about 2015 to 2017 or so.

I have more or less neutral feelings about the partnering brands, so that didn't really sell them for me. So I moved on and put them out of my mind.

Cut to a few weeks ago, when my mom attended a doll show local to her. She's a collector as well, although these days she's almost exclusively into Barbie and similar size dolls. At the show she bought a beautiful 16 inch Tyler Wentworth doll, and when she sent me pictures I was pretty certain that the doll was designed by Robert Tonner. There's just something distinct in the face molds he creates. He also designed the dolls for the Magic Attic Club brand, and I have three of those, whom I adore. They're quite a bit older than My Imagination dolls, though.

(Heather, Keisha, and Rose.)

My mom and I were talking about other doll artists whose dolls are easily identifiable, like Helen Kish and Dianna Effner. I mentioned to her that Tonner had also designed a brand called My Imagination, and I went searching for examples to show her. That's when I stumbled across a listing for a doll that was not only a realistic price, but the particular doll I liked the best.

Since I first heard of them, my doll collection has changed a lot. It's no longer quite so dominated by American Girl dolls--not that I don't love them, I certainly do, but I've also opened my home to many other different brands of 18 inch dolls like Maplelea, Our Generation, Starpath, Healthy Roots, Götz, and Faithful Friends. I love having a diverse collection of unique dolls. It's fun to see how different they all look from each other, and yet they're all pretty much the same size and can be friends with each other.

So when I did see the listing for the My Imagination doll, I felt my heart change towards her and couldn't get her off my mind. I sat on the listing for a while, contemplating, imagining who she might turn out to be, until the seller sent me an offer for an even lower price. That did it. I went for it. And she arrived today.

Click through the cut to see the unboxing ceremony!

None of the dolls in this brand were given names. They are referred to as Brunette/Redhead/Blonde, in either Starter dolls (standard articulation at hips/elbows/head) and Deluxe dolls (bendable knees). The specific doll I got was the Starter Brunette.

She was brand new in the box, and it looks like she was probably never removed from her packaging. She was gently tied in with white satin ribbons rather than those awful plastic straps.

Time to free her from her box and take off her hairnet.

She's in perfect condition. She has a full vinyl body and is very heavy. The vinyl itself is dense and smooth with a matte finish, so much so that she almost looks like she's made of porcelain. Her skin has no shine to it at all. It's a bisque color with rosy undertones.

Her long curly brown wig is lovely but imperfect. It's rather dry on the ends.

Her glass eyes are gorgeous. They do not open and close. She has inset eyelashes.

But I think the side part isn't working for me, so how about we try a center part?

I think this gives her a younger look! Later I'll try to get her wig off and move it over so that she has a center part, but for now brushing it to the side works fine.

Looking at her undressed, I think she looks skinnier than American Girl dolls, but definitely not as slim as my Magic Attic Club dolls. Her head turns, and her arms and legs move outward as well as forward and backward.

Here she is side by side with one of my American Girl dolls, Eugenia. I think I'm right about their size comparison.

They had a fashion show to find out for sure just how similar they are! Eugenia can wear New Girl's dress just fine. It velcroes in the back and isn't too tight. New Girl is wearing an American Girl brand dress, and it fits almost perfectly--it's just a tiny bit big, and definitely not in a noticeable way.

Here's Eugenia wearing the cute sandals that came with New Girl. They're a pretty close fit.

And here she is next to (her cousin? half-sister?) Rose. To my eye, they very much look related.

Here she is in Maplelea brand clothes. I also did some brushing and reshaping of her curls.

I haven't decided yet what her name will be. I do know that she's a modern girl who loves to read, daydream, and play dress-up.

#my imagination dolls #doll review #robert tonner dolls

[tooquirkytolose]

~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

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#my art #comic #it's about how when you love someone you think theyre the most beautiful person to exist!!! #it's also about me drawing a man in the sluttiest little miniskirt imaginable-who said that #i tried throwing hints throughout the story that yes the gods are doing the equivalent of making two dolls kiss #anyways hope u like it i know its quite long for a tumblr post teehee woops

[spookberry]

The monster high couple ever imo

#i imagine robecca's saying something sappy about Elissabat in this moment #the whole 'What if she HAD been the vampire queen' lore of the new skullector doll has had me thinking about these two a lot actually #theyre so in love to me you dont even understand #monster high #robecca steam #elissabat stoker #my art #fanart #steambat

[heartfullofleeches]

Pin [Yandere Doll] and feminine male Darling who dresses up the doll as a stand in for himself.

"What a beautiful dress. I'm sure your girlfriend will love it..."

"I.....I'm sure she will."

-

"Pin? I brought another dress for you."

Light dimly reflects in the doll's eyes as you remove the lid from the box, rising to your feet as you raise the dress from its container by its straps - fabric draped over your feet as you presented it too them. Pin's legs were longer than yours, but if you wanted to try it on yourself, a few safety pins would probably suffice to trim the dresses skirt without altering it for good.

.....

"I hope you like it... I know you don't really have a choice what I put on you, but hopefully you find the outfits as pretty as I do.... They're almost as pretty as you are.... I.. wish I could be you..."

Pin hates this. They are not pretty. Something pretty wouldn't let you cry yourself to sleep. Something pretty wouldn't let you deny yourself what makes you truly happy.

Something pretty would tell you how you are the most gorgeous soul they've ever come across in this reality.

But they can't. They're scared. Scared that you won't love them anymore once you see what lies behind their porcelain skin. The cluster of eyes behind the two you described as perfection the first time you glanced into their faux irises. As you marveled as theirs that day, Pin found themselves lost in yours....

Had they had the freedom - the doll would give you little everything your heart desired.

But, for now - it cherishes what it has with you.... Happy, yet so so ashamed to be one of few things that brings you true joy anymore.

"Hey, Pin.... Would it be alright with you if I tried on one of your dresses?... Just for a couple seconds?"

The doll's head tilts forward ever so minesculely on its neck - almost as if they were nodding.

#Pin my oc #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere doll #yandere drabble #yandere god #yandere monster

[francy-sketches]

POV they caught you chasing cats in the red keep

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #myrcella baratheon #tommen baratheon #my art #last art of the year n it’s them <3 very on brand #just thot the description of myrc in ble was cute n I wanted 2 draw it 💙 #pretty as a doll in blue satin so true 💙 #that stag’s supposed to be embroidered in pearls cut I couldn’t figure out how to draw it. use your imagination #black pearls ofc #tried 2 post this n it got sent to the void if you see two of it that’s why. hopefully not tho

[solifelessblog]

What if the siblings being doll

Please reblog, don’t repost :)

#my art #toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #toh hunter #luz noceda #but imagine if they were the dolls #still i haven't seen any leaks but i loved the promo #They're crying inside help

[nackrosor]

~Your Wish~

(Pt. 2)

PART 1 - PART 3

Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con/non-con, non consensual touching, somnophilia, Brahms is basically in heat

word count: 1,9k.

author's notes: I had to cut this part because it was getting too long and I wanted to stay in the 1k words limit... So... Part 3 👀??? Lmk

Brahms had no idea how much time had passed. All he knew was that it had felt like ages—long,  torturous ages—until he considered it safe to leave his hiding place. His breathing was still ragged as he carefully stepped into your room, his erection pulsing insistently in his pants, aching with every step he took towards your bed.

There you were, sleeping peacefully, unaware of his presence, oblivious to the tumult of emotions you had stirred up within him. He had never seen you pleasuring yourself before. Did you touch yourself thinking of him? Envisioning a “real boy” keeping you company? His erection twitched at the thought. Oh, he could have helped you. He could have given you what you needed, if only...

You stirred in your sleep and he froze, holding his breath for a few moments.

Since your arrival, he had spent many a night standing in the darkness of your room, watching over you, hypnotised by your beauty and the soft cadence of your breathing. 

This time however was different. He could clearly feel it. The agonising aching in his pants was proof of that. 

Brahms had never allowed himself to get so close to you when he needed to tend to his own needs. He didn't trust himself. He didn’t trust what his twisted and perverted mind could come up with as obfuscated by an insatiable desire as it was; an intense yearning that he found himself able to suppress less and less each day, the more he watched you, listened to you, longed for you...

He didn't even know why he had entered your room. He'd simply opened the secret passage in the walls and moved towards you, drawn like a moth to a light source. 

He'd tried to crawl back inside the walls, to touch himself and cry your name as loudly as he was capable of, certain that you wouldn't be able to hear him, just like every other time he'd jerked off at the notion of you. He had attempted to ignore what he had just witnessed by leaving you alone... but he couldn't. His body refused to obey. It seemed as if you had enchanted him, as if your body was calling out to him, luring him in... 

Your words kept on echoing within his mind, your wish lulling him like a chant, instilling hope in his whole being, pulling the strings of his flesh like a master puppeteer.

You wanted Brahms to be real. He could grant your wish. He sought to grant your wish and make you happy.

You shifted position once more, this time lying on your back. The sheets slid slightly away from your body, exposing a portion of your torso and highlighting the curves of your breasts.

Brahms inhaled sharply through his nose. His gaze swept over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed form and what he could glimpse of the rest. As he swallowed drily, his Adam's apple bobbed hard in his throat. He could feel his resolve waver, his will crack. 

He could do anything to you. Anything his messed-up mind would push him to do. He could take anything that he wanted from you. Everything he'd ever craved. You were so beautiful... so vulnerable... lying there at his complete disposal…

The darkness would be the only witness. 

His feet moved by themselves, his hand trembling as it reached out to you. When the tips of his fingers brushed over the bare skin of your shoulder, he shuddered. It was as delicate to the touch as velvet, even softer than he had anticipated.

He leaned in closer, his mask nearly touching the top of your head, as he took a short sniff of your scent and moaned in delight. His erection throbbed at the familiarity. How many times had he reached his release point, sniffing the garments he'd stolen from you? However, breathing it in directly from your skin was hundreds of times better.

His fingers caressed your hair, then trailed the outline of your arm, slowly working his way down till he met the hem of the covers.

His gaze diverted to your face. You were sleeping so soundly. It seemed unlikely you would be waking up anytime soon.

His fingers didn't shake any more as they carefully pulled the blankets down, revealing your upper body. 

Brahms felt his heart leap and pound wildly, as if it was ready to burst his chest open. Yet the pain in his pants was far worse. It urged him to take action .

He clasped his hand around your wrist and pulled it toward his pants. His mask barely concealed the whine he let out once your palm made contact with his bulge. His entire body trembled with overwhelming desire. 

It felt like a sin. Something he would be chastised for. He should have been put off by the mere thought of it, yet this only made him more eager. More excited to let his perversions finally take the reigns. He couldn’t hold back any longer. 

The bed creaked slightly when he climbed onto it and onto you, encasing your legs between his. He leaned down and inhaled your enticing scent as he ran his nose along your neck and down your collarbone. His hands moved to your chest attracted to your body like magnets, palms closing around your breasts, groping the soft flesh from above the thin fabric of the nightgown you were wearing.

The cool touch of his porcelain mask travelling down your skin made you stir slightly in your sleep, your neck craning to the side allowing him more room, as if you were inviting him to keep probing your skin. He ripped the mask off his face with a grunt and dug in, lapping at your neck with hardly contained hunger. He heard you hum quietly in response and took it as a sign of approval. As his lips trailed on the surface of your skin, he travelled downward, slipping his fingers underneath the neckline of your robe and peeling it down. The sight of your exposed bosom heightened his burning desire, causing his erection to twitch unrelentingly. 

He couldn't help but kiss your breast, his lips lingering on your delicate flesh, wrapping around the sensitive tip. He moaned in pleasure, his hips jerking forward again, pressing against your body.

His careless movements caused you to hum louder and move again in your sleep, sluggishly kicking your legs. As a result, the covers fell further away from you, revealing your thighs. Your robe had rolled up in the process, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Brahms stared down in awe at your figure, barely managing to hold back the guttural cries that threatened to spill from his mouth and startle you awake. He felt lured in by the sight of your thighs and in an instant his hands were on you again, fingers digging in your tender flesh. 

"Oh, my Y/N." His voice cracked with unbearable yearning as he moaned your name.

"Mmmh-?" 

He could hear you but chose to ignore it. He didn't want to wake you up, or maybe he didn't care anymore. He was too caught up in his heat-filled mind to bother worrying about anything else. 

He dipped, pressing his lips on your knee, and climbed up in a frenzy, leaving a wet trail of kisses and nibbles on your skin.

He frantically pulled your nightgown up past your belly, without ever taking his lips off of you. The moment your panties came into view, a sharp shiver coursed through his whole body, his eyes widened in hunger and he started salivating. Without delay he bent down again, pressing his nose against your heat to catch a whiff of your scent; your heady sweetness only made him more desperate, a whimper falling from his parted lips. Did you taste just as sweet? Oh, he was dying to find out.

You mumbled something incomprehensible while you wriggled under his persistent touch upon your body. And so you shifted again, turning to lay down on your stomach, unconsciously preventing him from reaching his desired destination. 

When you turned, Brahms felt a slight pushback, a grumble of discontent escaping his mouth, but it only took him a second to draw back in, urged by a primal need.

His gaze flickered to your bottom now in plain sight, his breath caught in his throat as he noted a wet spot right in the center of the cloth covering your heat. His hand moved as if it had its own mind, his fingers trailing over the damp spot before in a swift and impatient motion he pulled your panties to the side. He gasped as he looked down at your exposed folds, gulping at the way they glistened with your fluids.

He could not endure it any longer... He needed you... He yearned to feel his cock buried deep inside you... He'd fantasised about it so many times...  And now he was so close to actually making it happen... 

His body was a bundle of tensed nerves. He couldn't understand what was happening but everything ached and he knew you were the cause. Just like he knew you were the only one who could relieve him from this torture.

He'd never experienced such fierce emotions before. He had absolutely no control over them.

Brahms let out a sigh of relief as he unbuttoned his trousers, leaving more room for his swollen erection. His eyes fluttered closed in response, but only for a fraction of a second, unwilling to look away from the arousing sight of his fingers stroking your pussy, coaxing in your moisture and spreading your folds apart. 

His breathing was so ragged, it echoed through the old walls of your room. The only other audible sound was that squelch he caused by rubbing your labia, which only became more prominent the moment he buried his fingers inside you and started to move them in and out in a leisurely motion.

He had never touched a woman before. In the past, he had caught some of his previous nannies touching themselves; he saw what they were doing, how and where they lingered the most with their fingers but… he had never had the occasion to do it himself. Those women had turned out to be awful. They had disrespected the doll and by extension him. They were undeserving… But you… Oh, you deserved this and more… Yes. Yes. You deserved him.

A moan escaped your lips, and he felt you stirring more than you had before.

With a jolt of fear mixed with excitement he sensed you were about to turn and immediately reached over for his mask, securing it back on his face. With his other hand he pressed down on your spine to pin you on the mattress and prevent you from moving. 

"Mmmmh? W-what…" your voice was barely audible, your words slurred by your sleepy state.

He should have left you there, still half-asleep. He should have stopped right then and there. Made you believe that whatever you had felt that night had merely been part of a dream. He should have holed up in his walls and kept himself hidden for a little while longer before showing himself to you… before giving you what you deserved… and taking from you what he deserved… 

He should have been a good boy… 

But he couldn’t. 

Oh, no he couldn’t. He had gone too far, it was impossible for him to stop.

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Tags: @shondlenoodle @lonely-girl2423 @mellsfern @inlovewithquestionablecharacters @dij-ology @things-you-cant-say-tomorrow-day

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire smut #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms the doll #Brahms Heelshire fanfic #slashers #slasher fandom #Slashers community #slasher x reader #slasher smut #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #my writing

[carnivorousyandeere]

Yanderes who seem like Kuuderes on the surface… a calm, steady demeanor that draws you in with the false promise of safety and stability… or perhaps their demeanor is more like an icy lake. A cold and impassive façade more delicate than you realize— one wrong move and you’ll break right through, falling into the depths below.

You could be with them for years before you realize how deep and bloody their affection for you truly is. Imagine being years-deep into a happy, ‘healthy’ relationship only to discover videos of you from years before the two of you actually met on an old usb drive, or your spouse’s hidden murder basement…

#I love Bluebeard type shit it’s so horrifying :] #thinking about Star from the Doll Collection #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[tellmelater]

into the arena

companion piece

4/?

#the first is like if they had to do promo pics before they went into the arena like i know they don’t know what they’re going to wear #before going in but at this stage of the games i imagine that the capital public want it commercialised as poss ie posters #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #suzanne collins #the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #everlark #paper dolls

[cnidarian-tidalwave]

A project / a meal / a doll

Redraw of a post i made almost a year ago now <3

#cnid.arts #ough my life has improved 10 million percent after giving into my furry nature and drawing gill with a snout #also the doll now looks like ava because why not. i imagine jay working on it trying not to break down #also about the project: #gillion is teaching young gill how to find worth in what he does because he made it. he made the decisions and he learns from them. #jrwi riptide #jrwi fanart #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion

[technomanceer]

skaterbeetle nation hello. can you hear me are you tghere I'm scratching at the walls of my enclosure

goofy bonus stuff under cut

as per requests on discord

#i love mashing my faves together like barbie dolls #one must imagine i make this a polycule. one must imagine #regretevator #regretevator pest #regretevator infected #skaterbeetle

[desertdollranch]

Formally introducing Nareen Gasparayan, my new My Imagination doll. Yesterday I opened her from her box and gave her a review and comparison, but now she's named and integrated into the family and is beginning to find her place here.

Like a lot of my modern characters, Nareen is a recent immigrant to the United States. She was born in Gavar, Armenia, an ancient and beautiful country in western Asia, in the Caucasus Mountains. She was sad to leave her homeland, but recent conflicts there have now made it a difficult place to grow up. She's excited to make new American friends here, and teach them about her culture. Her name written in the Armenian alphabet is Նարին Գասպարյան.

#nareen #my imagination dolls

[pseudonymphomania]

When you’re close to me, I hide my hands behind my back so that you don’t see how thoughtlessly they move into position in case you would take up arms to meet them.

#dialuci #writing #obey me diavolo #diavolo x lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me dialuci #obey me shall we date #obey me #fanart #my writing #used dance references but as they’re mostly male female pairs it was fun to fudge the proportions #the song is iris by goo goo dolls #I imagine this is what goes through Diavolo’s head whenever he hosts a ball #I made this for a wonderful lovely amazing commenter who revived my will to live #thank you so much hgvhehe #fanfiction #my safe art

[rusty-gloinks]

girls. am I right everyone

This was a prompt btw, if I made this I would probably incinerate myself

#/j btw #this was fun but time consuming #Shitpost #art shitpost #murder drones #i imagine she makes a smug kissy face after #I gave lizzy heart eyebrows also btw. If you even care #Murder drones lizzy #lizzy murder drones #md lizzy #lizzy md #md doll #doll md #murder drones doll #doll murder drones #murder drones fanart #reimbles #my art #digital art #em

[heartfullofleeches]

Pin [Yan doll who's actually an eldtrich horror with severe self image issues] and rich darling who's a huge brat - but only when the matter comes to their precious doll. Sweetest angel otherwise, but if anyone dares treat Pin as if they aren't flesh and blood like them they'll never hear the end up it. Either knows Pin is alive or pretends they are to cope with their loneliness til Pin reveals themselves to them. Regardless, Pin gushes from their overprotectiveness. They finally believe they are beautiful when it comes from Darling's mouth. Darling has always had a love for dolls, but Pin is and forever will be their favorite.

Darling's potential all end up missing while Darling and Pin can be found in the garden discussing the theme of their next matching outfits will be over tea. Whenever people ask Darling when they'll get married Darling says "Marriage? Why would I need that with someone else when I already have Pin!"

-

[A stranger walks up to darling's table at a cafe]

Stranger: Hey there~

Rich Darling: ...

Guest: Er.....is there a problem??

Rich Darling: Well since you asked - yes, there is. You said hi to me, but not to them [points at Pin]

Guest: Isn't that just a doll? I honestly thought they were a doll

Rich Darling: Just a doll?! You've wasted enough of our time, please leave.

[Doll's drink spills on the stranger's clothes - a knife barely missing their feet. Pin remains perfectly still - a fork clutched tightly in their hand]

-

[Workers at a clothing store watch as Darling holds up two different shirts to Pin]

Darling: Which do you think you would look better in, Pin?

Cashier #1: I'll never understand rich people.

Cashier #2: That doll is alive. It choked me out in the break room for complimenting a necklace that person wore once. Pretty sure it knows where I live so I'm actually scared shitless right now, but I really, really need this job.

#Pin my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere doll #yandere text

[kairiscorner]

imagine playing with the miggy doll you made in the previous part in front of miguel, like

a/n: gets a little suggestive in the end...? idk, just don't flag this shit please 😭

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"isn't he just a grumpy one today?" you asked the miggy doll you made in a voice that imitated a parent cooing to an upset toddler. you waved him around a little and made him stomp on your desk in an agitated manner. 'grr, i hate everything that is fun, nice, and wonderful in the world!' you made him say as you manipulated him to kick up your papers and topple over a few pens on the desk as you groaned a little at the doll's outburst which was pretty much you mockingly impersonating miguel.

"but miggyyyyy..." you whined to the doll as you made it face you abruptly and shake still. 'what!' you exclaimed in a gruff, poor imitation of the real miguel. you gave the miggy doll the sweetest doe eyes you could ever muster–the kind that you've never shown anyone, not even the real miguel–and you bat your eyelashes at the doll, which gazed lifelessly back into your own gleaming eyes. "i thought we agreed you'd put a stop to the grumpiness when i'm around... i thought a good miggy never lies." you reasoned with the inanimate doll, which you manipulated to put in a thinking position, since you went the extra mile and gave him 360 moving joints to make him more expressive.

'i told you, i get grumpy around pretty people! they're my weakness! they're just too freaking pretty for my tight ass to handle! hmph!' you made him exclaim and crossed his arms over his chest in a stiff way, for even fine 3d printed dolls with 360 movable joints still looked less human than real ones. thank goodness, though, they're not made of cellulite.

you huffed at the miggy doll and turned its head around with your finger, and the doll's head followed suit. "would you still be mad at a pretty person who's actually in love with you?" you teased at the very nonliving doll, which you integrated a 'flustered' feature on. at the push of a button, the doll would change its expression into one of bashfulness. 'what, uh, um... maybe not!' you made him say, which made you giggle, dreaming this was the real miguel–flustered in front of you as you teased him relentlessly.

as you continued playing with the doll, you suddenly noticed a large shadow looming over your figure. before you could even get his name out, he did it for you. "that doll again, that... miggy doll again, was it?" asked a fluid, authoritative voice that made you shudder. you turned in your computer seat slowly, facing his chest and abdomen that met your line of vision from where you sat, while his real face gazed down at you.

"hi miggy." you said with a wide, awkward smile as he looked at you in your petrified state, and at the miggy doll that was inexplicably embarrassed and flustered in the face. "so, what have you been up to with the little version of me, hmm?" he questioned you as he moved forward, then crouching down to meet your gaze, so you two were face to face.

you felt a little hotter when he got closer, and you avoided looking into his eyes at the moment, darting your eyes from one side of the room to the other. "oh, psh, nothing..." you lied, which didn't convince miguel in the slightest, but he decided to indulge you in your little lie. he raised and eyebrow. "so, you telling the doll me that you loved me was not in any way influenced by what you feel for me in the real world, is that right?" he asked with a sort of sultry tone in his voice when he asked you that very last word.

you got a little flustered when he asked that, mimicking the image of the miggy doll you had right then and there. you chuckled nervously as you fidgeted with the miggy doll in your hand for a bit. "whaaaat? i love the miggy? no! no, i... i never said that! who would ever, hah, who would ever tell a doll they love it? it's a doll!" you tried to worm your way out of that when miguel placed his fingers underneath your chin and tilted your head slightly, in the way you did with your miggy doll, and made you face him. "but it looks like me, and dare i say, it's pretty damn accurate, scary accurate to what i look like. if you love that doll..." he trailed off as he inched his face closer to you, his breath hot on your face as he neared you, his nose gently brushing against yours. "...why not love me, hmm? i'm the real miggy, in the flesh. if you love him, why not me?" he asked, which made you gasp at how close he really was, how intense his gaze was–how gentle he held you, despite still keeping you in place with his dominating aura.

"so pretty, like a doll, you are... i still haven't gotten that doll version of you yet. to think of all the things i could play with them... oh, but i'll always save the best ones for you." he said as he moved his lips closer to your ear, softly kissing it a little as he began to whisper, "i'd always play the best games with you. we're each other's favorite playthings, no?"

a/n: HEHE ENDING IT HERE, ANYWAY I WANT A MIGGY DOLL NOW 😠😠😠💢💢💢

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