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cumshots-and-cigarettes · 1 year

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The Story So Far // Empty Space

#Empty Space #The Story So Far #What You Don’t See #pop punk #emo #gif

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wintermarmalade · 3 months

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"Finally!" She spun around in her chair, making a couple full rotations before facing towards her doll. "I've finished work early today for once, so let's do something fun! What do you wanna do?"

"I want to fulfill the tasks you assign me" It stated simply.

"Well, yes, I know what you want to do for me, but what do you want to do... for you?"

Do something for myself? It had never been asked that before. It spent a few moments recalling things that made it feel good, many memories of successfully completing tasks and her masters being appreciate came to mind. "I want to be useful" It concluded.

"Is that all? You've never wanted anything else?"

"I cannot recall ever enjoying anything else."

She gave it a doubtful, but thoughtful look, "Well... I command you to pick an activity for us." She said with a coy smile.

It wanted to complete tasks... to be useful.... what task could it choose for itself that would be useful?

"I would like to learn how to help you make your clockwork trinkets."

"Hmmm, alright!" Perhaps teaching would be more fun than doing it on her own, she thought. "Come watch, and please ask as many questions as you would like." She beckoned as she grabbed a tall stool and set it next to her desk for her doll.

It was not used to being able to speak so freely, but it trusted her. It climbed up onto the stool and watched with amazement as Magdeline fit so many tiny parts together and explained how they moved without any magic. She talked about it all so fluidly, and was so patient with all of her doll's basic questions, no matter how silly it thought they were.

When she was finished, it realized she had made a small, clockwork rabbit! Just big enough to fit in her palm. She wound it up, and it began to shake it's whiskers and hop forward, every third hop doing a flip! It watched the toy creature in awe, unaware of how big the smile on it's face was. It's smile quickly faded as it realized it was reaching the end of the table, about to jump off.

"Quick! catch it!" It said with a genuine urgency, just a bit louder than it's normal voice.

"Hold on, just watch." Mags reassured.

The clockwork rabbit stopped right at the edge of table, then turned around and kept hopping! It couldn't help but laugh, as it couldn't believe Mags made this little creature do so much without magic, she must be the smartest person in the universe it thought.

Mags laughed with her, this was the first time she had seen her doll so much as smile, much less laugh at anything. It was an adorable, precious laughter. She spent a moment just admiring the sound of it's voice and it's joyful facial expressions before it noticed and turned to her attention, as if waiting a command.

"Oh! I didn't have a request or anything, I just didn't know you could laugh, it was wonderful."

"W-Wonderful? What... what do you mean? If... I may ask."

"What do you mean what do I mean?" She teased, "It just made me happy to hear."

She was weird, not like any of the masters it had had before. Why would she care about what her doll felt?

"That is... strange. I'm sorry, I don't understand." It said timidly.

"It's okay, you don't have to right now." She assured it with a gentle pat on it's head. "Now, I'd love to see you try to make your own trinket, if you're ready."

The doll's face lit up again and gave an excited nod, ready to keep tinkering.

#empty space #empty spaces #writing #dollposting #dolls

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2am-gas-station-angel-girl · 5 months

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i'm an angel girl, yes

however i'm also a combat doll

not in the sense of a combat doll that performs beautifully, one built for functioning in a military unit and coordinating as part of a force with stunning efficiency

i'm a combat doll made through suffering and combat

closer to the result of an angel girl being mugged in an alleyway and nearly killed only to walk out covered in blood, missing a wing, clutching halo shards in one hand and a weapon in the other

messy, unrefined, and running purely on instinct

maybe one day i could be as elegant as other combat dolls

not today

#angelposting #combat doll #2am gas station angel girl #look im just trying real hard to explain it #empty space

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cutsiewitch · 2 months

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Bitter Witch & Blunt Doll

As The Witch looks down at the people walking the roads and paths beneath her balcony she sips her tea. The tea is sour, the kind of sour that makes her mouth tingle and salivate. The Witch watched the pedestrians go about their business beneath her. The Witch saw other witches walking along, their dolls in tow. The Witch couldn’t stop the scowl from crawling onto her face.

She couldn’t help but despise them, the witches and even the dolls to a degree.

She saw the compassion they held for each other. To let yourself be so subservient to someone else, to offer them complete control. To take complete control of someone else, to have that power over someone. The thought made her sick, and the sight reminded The Witch of the absence of a doll of her own, which only added bitterness to the equation.

The Witch had never had a doll before. The Witch thought about it sometimes, of course. Witches and dolls were an iconic pair. You usually didn’t have one without the other. Dolls got their purpose from a witch, and witches were completed and complimented by their dolls.

The Witch had always felt uncomfortable with the idea of owning a doll, though. She hated the feeling of ordering others around, and having others do things she was more than capable of doing made The Witch feel lazy and almost infantile.

The Witch used to justify the absence by just saying it wasn’t for her. Today however, The Witch couldn’t shake that bitter feeling, so she made up her mind. She took another long drink from her sour cup of tea, focused on the tingling sensation in her mouth, and then got up and started getting ready to head out.

The Witch was heading to a local shelter for dolls without anyone to serve. While dolls could possibly take care of themselves just fine, it was a lot better for others to take care of them, in a sort of symbiosis. The Shelter was almost like a miniature apartment complex, affording each doll a small space for itself and several communal spaces for all of them to gather at.

The Witch made it to the shelter after a relatively short walk. She met an attendant at the counter and explained softly that she was looking to take in a doll. The attendant nodded and asked The Witch a few questions before leading her into the back where the rooms of the dolls were.

As the attendant led The Witch down the hall she tried her best not to look any of the dolls in their eyes. Most of the dolls didn’t fit the criteria The Witch had set her mind on. Most of the dolls looked at her with eager curiosity, rushing up to the doors and windows to get a look at the new witch. Some simply shied away, just as eager but also nervous and shy, a lot meeker than the others. The Witch did her best to be nice to them, smiling back with as genuinely as she could muster.

The Witch didn’t want an average doll, one that would be subservient for her. The Witch wasn’t comfortable with the kind of power dynamic they were after. She didn’t want complete control over her doll, and she knew well that most dolls here wouldn’t stop her from taking it. The Witch didn’t want to trust herself to not try.

The Witch ended up near the back of the large shelter, having not found a suitable doll yet. She stopped, finding a room she thought vacant. The Witch came closer to the window and saw that the room wasn’t empty at all, and instead housed a doll, sitting in the dark. The Doll had a look on its face, not eagerness or nervous curiosity, but annoyance.

A smile crept onto The Witch’s face, a satisfied smirk that tugged at her lips in a truly genuine way. The Witch asked the attendant if she could enter the room and the attendant agreed absent-mindedly, not yet realizing which door The Witch had meant.

Upon entering the dark room The Witch saw The Doll better in the light of the hallway. The Doll looked particularly menacing, brooding in the corner with a mean scowl that was aimed right at The Witch. It stood and to The Witch’s surprise it was even taller than she was, which didn’t happen often for her.

The Witch greeted The Doll but it remained silent. The Witch tried asking it about itself but was again met with silence and a mean look. Reluctantly, The Witch turned to the attendant and asked them about The Doll. The attendant said it was a retired combat doll, discharged from service due to violent tendencies. It was clear that the attendant was nervous about the situation. They hovered by the door, a worried expression on their face as they spoke. They even took occasional glances at The Doll, as if worried it would attack them or The Witch.

The Witch nodded in understanding, and turned back to The Doll. The Witch asked The Doll if it would like to come home with her. The attendant visibly jolted in shock, and quickly began rambling to The Witch about how The Doll had been returned several times due to violent outbursts and attacking witches. The attendant even offered The Witch a discount on the fees if she chose another doll.

The Witch just held a hand up to the attendant, silencing them. She turned back to the doll and looked at it with as honest of a look as she could. The Witch said that she wanted the doll to come home with her. The Witch knew that it had probably had several bad experiences with its previous witches, and that she understood her stand-offishness. The Witch couldn’t automatically make The Doll trust her, and she didn’t want that.

The Witch assured The Doll that she wanted what was best for it. The Doll could come if it wanted, but if it said no, right here and now, The Witch would leave, it had her word.

The Doll contemplated this. Seeming to take a long time to think. After a few minutes it got up and trudged over to The Witch, offering nothing but a nod.

The Witch smirked once more. A grin that split her face wide and made her eyes squint. The Witch and The Doll walked back to the front, following behind the frankly terrified attendant. The other dolls gave their noises of awe as they saw The Doll pass, and to its credit it actually managed to keep its cool. It wanted things to be different this time. It liked The Witch, It trusted her.

They got to the front desk and The Witch filled out more dull paperwork. At the end the attendant even tried handing her a coupon for a 30 day return policy with full refund. The Witch vehemently denied taking it, as she was sure she had made the right decision.

The Witch’s hopes were confirmed, when that same night The Doll almost killed her.

They had returned to The Witch’s home and The Witch began preparing a late dinner. The Witch had idly mentioned needing something from her bedroom. The Doll had gotten up to retrieve it, but The Witch rushed over, Trying to assure The Doll could just sit down and relax. The Witch had a knife in her hands from chopping vegetables, and when she grabbed The Doll’s hand to stop it from leaving, reflex and fear took control of The Doll before it could even think.

In a moment The Doll had slammed The Witch into the hardwood floor and pinned her there, one hand grabbing her shoulder and pressing it down, hard. Its other hand had grabbed the knife and turned it on The Witch, holding it up to her throat.

The Witch initially just looked shocked, obviously startled and dazed by the impact. The Doll was shocked too, but now also angry. It had acted on impulse, but that impulse had been right, she was so close to it, with a knife, what else could have happened next.

When The Witch got a hold of her senses again and saw the kitchen knife’s blade dangling an inch away from her throat, The Doll’s livid stare behind it, she smiled widely.

The Doll looked confused at that. She was happy? Why was The Witch happy? It was currently threatening her life, was she stupid or something?

The Witch spoke. She said how she really was hoping for this. That she was glad she made the right choice. The Doll just looked down at her confusedly and demanded she explain.

The Witch sighed and looked up at The Doll. She said she was happy that The Doll was willing to fight back. She wanted an angry doll, one with a backbone. She wanted someone who she knew for certain was strong enough to put The Witch in place. The Doll was still a bit confused, but it sort of saw what The Witch meant.

The Witch apologized to The Doll. She now realized how that must have looked from The Doll’s perspective. The Witch asked to be let up, and The Doll obliged. It was calmer now and knew both parties were somewhat at fault.

It apologized for its reaction, but The Witch assured it that she wasn’t mad.

The two continued the night in peaceful silence. The Witch would sometimes ask if it was ok with doing something for her, and The Doll would always oblige. The Doll would sometimes ask if there was something it could help with, and The Witch would give it a task to help her.

They spoke very few words, but by the end they had formed a unique bond. They felt like they had both finally found someone who could understand them. They ate the dinner they had prepared together and when night truly fell they both slept.

Both knowing that someone else was there in the house with them helped both sleep more soundly than either had in a very long time.

#empty spaces #dollposting #combat doll #dolls #empty space

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fluffysystem · 5 months

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Inspired by @absentwriterdoll 's work, I decided to try and make my own dolly mini fic.

It's a very personal project, based on the first time our girlfriend got me into dollyspace.

I hope all dollies and dolly enjoyers out there will like it.

#doll #dollposting #empty space #doll/witch #magical doll #ao3 #original work #transformation #self discovery #writing #microfiction #fiction #witch

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wintermarmalade · 3 months

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She turns from her work for a moment to look at her newly repaired doll. It remains perfectly still, patiently waiting for a command, but she simply smiles and returns to her work.

It is confused, but remains patient and unmoving for her.

With nothing else to do, it began to think. She could've picked any doll, *made* any doll, but she went out of her way to take in and fix this one. It only understood value through being useful, completing tasks and then being shut down until it was needed next. But she keeps it present even when it has nothing for it to do, it doesn't understand why.

She turns toward it again, all thoughts immediately clear from it's head as it awaits her input.

"You know you can talk, right?"

"Yes, I can speak" It's answer quick and concise. *It is unsure of the purpose of this question, she has already heard it speak before*

"I mean... nevermind" she says through a giggle. "It's time to sleep, come with me."

Her doll follows her through the dusty halls, but she doesn't take it to it's room to be shut down, she instead takes it to her bedroom. It simply stands and awaits her next command as she prepares for bed. Once finished, she lays in bed and prompts it, "come on" gesturing towards the empty space next to her. It obeys and lays down as she wraps her arms around it and holds her doll.

Sensing that she'll fall asleep soon, and still very confused about the purpose of this task, it asks "Are there any other tasks you wish for me to complete today?"

Her reply was quick and calm, "No, I just want you to be here."

Valued... for it's presence? That does not compute, there's no purpose for being present if it's not doing anything. It doesn't understand. But maybe..... maybe it enjoys her presence too.

#dollposting #empty space #empty spaces #writing #dolls

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shatteredgoddessdoll · 4 months

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Safe

An undead doll turns to face the Lich Queen who summoned it.

It lived a hard life. Its witch did her best when creating it, but broken herself, she failed to maintain focus. Outwardly, it appears to be an ordinary doll, internally it is intensely fragile and had to carefully watch every moment to ensure its ball joints did not break yet again.

Its witch protected it as much as she could. It provided all the support it could for its witch. Sometimes it was enough, but rarely. The cost of existence was often felt, doll and witch crying in hopelessness together. Together, it survived with its witch. Barely.

Its Lich Queen sees all this and understands. She offers it a chance to leave the underworld, return to an eternal rest. It feels so loved and cared for by its Lich Queen. Knowing the option to leave will always be available, now to Eternity, calms it, protects it.

It feels so safe with its Lich Queen. It thinks then decides it would like to stay for now. It would like to experience the safety of being with its Lich Queen. An undead kingdom where all dolls can simply be, no expectations, able to heal from the pain of previous lives. Safe.

#empty space #microfiction #fantasy #dollposting #dolls #witches #es

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