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sinnabee · 1 year
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messy sketch for @shirajellyfish 's oneshot, Tied Together ! im. NOT normal about it, at ALL, ouuuugh i love it so so so so much aaaaghhh pain and suffering and agony (<- enjoying it)
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whumpshaped · 9 months
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Safekeeping
Dollhouse Masterlist
tw doll whump (as in human dolls), sensory deprivation, lady whumpee and lady whumper, restrained, tied together, captivity, talk of implied nsfw and noncon and forced intimacy, emotional whump
Grace hadn’t given up on the idea of making Dusk and Ginger a couple. The whole thing made both of them sick to their stomach, but protesting rarely got them anywhere in the haunted dollhouse. The threats of more amputation and more drugs started rolling in early, and Dusk tried to keep up with Ginger’s insistence at not complying. 
It was absolutely terrifying. He had no idea how she managed to keep responding with snark and cynicism in the face of being told, ‘I could saw off both your arms and both your legs, then attach little puppet limbs.’ When the two of them got tied to each other and thrown into the dark room on a ‘blind date’, he decided that was a good time to start pleading with her. 
“Listen to me, please– she’s not gonna stop until we do this thing. I don’t even know what she really wants–”
“I’m not even going to hold your fucking hand, Dusk.” 
“You want to get out of here, don’t you?” he asked desperately. “You want to get out, and you want to get back to normal life. Think of how much easier an escape would be if you still had your legs. This is suicide.”
“I have values in life!” she screamed, and Dusk could tell that she knew he was right. It wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. Even saying the words himself took tremendous effort; hearing them from someone else would’ve made him flip the same way. All of them had spent so much time trying to deny that Grace had complete control over their life now. They all wanted to pretend that fighting back was an option, and that if they did it consistently, those vivid pictures Grace had painted simply wouldn’t ever become reality. 
No one liked to say the quiet part out loud, the one they had all subconsciously internalised already. It was a miserable reality. It was disheartening to know that all their efforts would just hurt them in the end, and to no avail. It was all just delaying the inevitable.
“She won’t stop,” he whispered. “She just won’t. She tied us up with our backs together this time, fully clothed. But you can imagine how it could get much worse than that. She could also just feed us those drugs, the ones that make you… you know.”
“Aphrodisiacs.” 
“Those.” 
There was a moment of pause between them, with not even Ginger kicking and cussing. “You really think we can get out one day?” she whispered back. They both knew that the whole place was bugged, and speaking quietly probably did nothing to help their case; the microphones were most likely sewn into their custom doll clothes. Still, it made them feel a little safer, and false beliefs of security were the only things they had in this place. 
“I… I don’t know. I want to think that we can.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“I know.”
Ginger shifted, and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he heard her sniffle. “And for that… for– for that– potential, hypothetical escape… we need our limbs,” she choked out.
Dusk’s heart broke for her. This whole situation was so messed up. “Ideally… we’d have them, yes.”
Another pause, longer this time. Ginger wept quietly, and Dusk wished he could’ve said something to make it better. He wished he could’ve done something to fix it, to get them both out, to get them all out, so no one had to suffer any more than they already had. But he couldn’t. The most he could do was pretend he didn’t hear it, so she wouldn’t get embarrassed and angry.
“Maybe she just wants tea parties,” he offered eventually. “Who acts out… stuff like that with dolls? We can survive a kiss, right?”
Ginger hummed in agreement. “We can survive a kiss,” she repeated, her voice dead and hollow. “We can survive one. Or two. We can survive anything, can’t we?”
Dusk swallowed. “I’m sorry, Ginger. Neither– neither of us wants this. Any of this. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Her robotic reassurances did nothing to ease his guilty-conscience, even if it was the most she’d ever given him. He felt like an accomplice, helping Grace make her deranged little fantasies come true by convincing the other dolls to comply. Even if he knew that this was all for survival’s sake, all because he didn’t want to see her body be replaced bit by bit until she had no choice but to go along with any and everything, he felt like he was in the wrong. He felt disgusting.
“I wish I could do something,” he muttered. “Anything.”
“Can you do something for me, then?”
He raised his head, slightly turning to the side, as if he could catch a glimpse of her face in the darkness. “Yeah?”
“Can you remember my name for me?” she asked softly. “I’d rather get rid of it entirely before…” She trailed off, audibly swallowing her tears. “I don’t want to go into this with that in mind. I’d like you to safekeep it for me, until we can get out. I don’t– I don’t want it… tainted and…”
“I get it,” he interrupted gently. 
“I want you to give it back when we get out. I want–” Her voice broke, and she had to take a moment to get herself together. “If we get out– when we get out, I want you to give my name back. And tell me I’m really her. I, I want you to grab me by the shoulders, look me in the eye, and tell me it’s over, and that I can be her again.”
Dusk wanted nothing more than to do that. “I will.”
Ginger spent a few minutes working up to it. Dusk waited patiently, staring into the pitch black nothingness in front of him, wondering whether the name was going to come as a surprise, or it’d be something that felt like he’d known it all his life. And when she finally uttered the word, quietly, voice barely above a whisper, he took it and buried it deep enough that Grace would never be able to reach it. One day they were going to dig it up together, with the same shovel they would’ve used to kill Grace beforehand.
“I can just be Ginger now.” Her voice was somehow lighter now. Dusk couldn’t imagine how long she’d held onto this defiant little secret without telling anyone. How many nights she must’ve spent repeating it to herself, trying not to lose her identity in a place that was designed to snatch it away from her. “Stupid, empty-headed Ginger, the doll.”
Dusk tilted his head back, leaning it against hers. There were no words of comfort powerful enough to make it all go away. But sometimes they got a fleeting chance to offer some relief through actions like this, actions that weren’t performed on command. And when she let out a soft sigh, Dusk got the feeling that these gestures were equally cherished by all of them, despite what some tried to make this little world believe.
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howifeltabouthim · 5 months
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When you are happy I will be happy. When you prosper I will prosper. When you fail I will fail. When you rise,—as you will rise,—I will rise with you.
Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Redux
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spooksier · 5 months
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passages that make you whisper "oh my god"
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU#I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track)#The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more.#I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by#and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles!#Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise!#I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space.#It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is#You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together:#I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper.#I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything.#You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there.#Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite.#day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less:#'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all)#This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly.#(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)
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noctilia · 2 months
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My poor lobotomized little christ-figure baby 🥺
This one was a spontaneous piece with very little planning so it took a little bit to ‘sculp’ out as you can see from the vid. Anyway ask and you shall receive @cpericardium but only sometimes, my brain works in mysterious ways.
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clouvu · 1 month
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Save me french yuri... Save me
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sadbeautifulttragic · 5 months
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write this down... | shop prints
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yoru-kage · 1 year
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Benoit Blanc is utterly delightful pass it on
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thel0llip0p · 2 months
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60 minutes alone together, what will they do?
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heythere-mel · 3 months
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The way the greys are just showin OUT. 🤍
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obsidianbit · 6 months
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I love this gay ass show with its literally life ending injuries that heal immediately, but only when convenient to the plot, and its ridiculous use of modern phrases, and its laughing in the face of historical accuracy, and its kissing the face of the fans instead of trying to outwit them, and the way everyone involved in the show seem to go 'I KNOW RIGHT! I'M EXCITED TOO!' instead of mocking the fans
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transgnckon · 1 year
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Literally obsessed w this guys enthusiasm
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melverie · 1 year
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Just remembered that Satan in the "A World of Our Very Own" devilgram says that he believes he was "born in order to meet MC" and it always sounded incredibly cheesy to me but then I thought about it a little more and--
Originally, Satan was just a small glimmer inside Lucifer's consciousness until Lucifer's wrath reached its peak with Lilith's death which, in turn, resulted in Satan's birth
MC is a direct descendant of Lilith after she was reborn as human
If it weren't for Lilith's death, neither of them would be here
Both of their existences are directly intertwined with one another, so in a way Satan's right
They have always been destined to be a part of each other's lives
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Parallel Lines and Brothers.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#lan wangji#lan xichen#jin zixuan#Does anyone else think about the tragedy of the parallel lines? Of characters who are parallel lines?#Of running the same course as someone. Of echoing each other in perfect synchronicity.#It's more than being a foil. It's about being on the same path and being so near to each other.#and yet parallel lines never intersect. They cannot meet each other despite their existence being tied to another.#I think the brothers tragedy is just as much of a tragedy of parallel lines as is pre-resurrection wangxian.#Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian spend so much time running side by side and yet - they cant close this gap between them.#Even if their relationship never recovers - they are forever tied together through their past. The good and bad and ugly.#All the things that are left unsaid between them. All the love and sacrifices they made for each other that are never shared. Parallel line#I firmly believe any post-canon material that would have them be indifferent towards each other is just...really doing them a disservice.#And dear god the Lan brothers. They certainly love each other! Its a far fonder fraternal relationship than jiangxian (/platonic)#They fool you by having you think they have a good read on each other. Lan Xichen certainly wingmans + advocates for lwj!#But lets not forget - Lan Xichen by the end is in the reverse situation and headspace as Lan Wangji by the end of this story.#Lan Wangji is more free and open than he has ever been. He's in love. He's married. He and wwx are intersecting lines.#& LXC who grew up with and lived the same path as LWJ - who even is said to resemble him visually - his parallel line - shuts himself away#Despite all the love LWJ has for his brother I don't think he ever manages to reach him.
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godswordforyourweek · 2 years
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Forgive.
Matthew 6:12
"And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us."
The two moments are tied together. The one effects the other. We reflect God best when we act like God to others.
This week, live forgiveness to show this powerful spirit of His kingdom.
Pastor Robin.
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