witchpassing
'petrichor', so-called
beloved possession.
early 20s; she or it, as you please.
a hoarding-place for doll-things.
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what's dolls' thoughts on a witch failing and becoming a beautiful doll? this doll think it's very pretty and it would give the new doll lots of kisses and would probably eat old big hat
1) all dolls are good dolls regardless of how they got there
2) whos to say it couldnt be a witch and a doll!
3) tasty hat
#eating the hat for etheric sustenance in the manner of a reptile reclaiming the lost nutrients of its moult#witch tag#doll tag
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Thank you for your guidance concerning the trick-of-the-light. The advice to address it as one would a zoetrope proved invaluable, though I must admit my gaze was more of a hefty iron bolt than a precise minuten pin. Now I write to you unmarred, but haunted by the echo of my "savagery."
I feel quite foul for the heavy-handed reaction to the poor thing. While wisdom of one wiser than I tells me I should never pass that way again, I can't help but wonder: could I return with an offering of apology? A gift or a bandage of sorts?
hello again, dear.
your wiser-than-you friend is correct: you should not pass that way again, ever, for the rest of your life. with that disclaimer out of the way, try raw meat and candy, offered together. if it doesn't like one, there's a good chance it will like the other. at the very least it can hardly get more upset at you.
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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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Dear witchpassing,
What makes you witchpassing? Do you, for example, wear a splendid hat?
Mingled in curiosity and deference,
anonymous
oh, how polite! deference is always appreciated. thank you for your enquiry, dear.
it originally chose this url because, at that time, the role it predominantly took in its intimate life struck it as far more witch-like than dollish. now that its master has made it hers, completed it as a doll by the introduction of Purpose, the name still fits well enough (likes to wear black, mesmerically inclined, enthusiastic attitude to cruelty, good at pushing dolls around). also, it rolls off the tongue nicely, which is always an important consideration.
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maids have throwing knives strapped to their thighs, while nuns have daggers strapped to their thighs. this means that while maids have better range in combat, nuns tend to be deadlier in close quarters combat. making effective use of their strengths by using the right formations can minimize losses in skirmishes
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source!
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May I ask for advice, guidance, or warnings relating to interacting with one who is known as a trick-of-the-light?
thank you for your letter, dear. in situations like these, there's really only one thing for it: stare directly into the aperture. do not look away, do not screw up your eyes, do not blink. apply your gaze like a minuten pin. the zoetrope must not be allowed to spin.
if that doesn't work, it is already too late for you, and has been too late for some time. the fatal mistake was probably already made when you started asking these sorts of questions. try to enjoy what happens next.
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Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
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Witch who constantly wears enchanted hazmat gear because the potions she brews are so potent that they regularly seep into the environment around them and corrupt those nearby. Most patrons ignore the warnings on the door, and just staring in the window is enough to change you.
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Preflight Checks
>connection: ok
>prc vitals: ok
>prc nrvlink: ok
>prc syslink: ok
>ping: 5ms
“Looks green! Boot ‘er up!”
A blinding light briefly fills your field of view before fading to reveal your surroundings. It doesn’t take long for your mind to adjust to receiving input from ten eyes rather than the standard two. You’ve trained for this, after all. Years of conditioning and several surgeries make this almost second-nature to you.
“Alright, girlie.” The deck chief waves a hand in front of one of your eyes. “Preflight time. Just follow my instructions.”
Right. Preflight checks. Should be easy. “Go ahead and give me a right roll.” Right, okay. You flex your right wrist, putting it in a fully upward position. Your left moves down. “And swap?” You adjust in the opposite direction. You’d go into a left-spinning aileron roll if you were in the air. “Perfect. Airbreak now.” You clench your body, causing the airbreaks to extend. “Alright, great. That seems to be working.”
“Hit the parking break.” Done. as easy as tensing your calves. “Okay, throttle up, slowly.” You breathe in deeply, air entering your intakes. With each exhale, your thruster plume grows until it burns a bright blue. “And disengage.” With a final, deep exhale, your thrust plume dies.
“’Kay, that’s the essentials done. How’dya feel in there?”
You move your right hand to give a thumbs up. Your right aileron extends upward.
“Alrighty then. Let’s get you airborne.” The deck chief pats the nose of the aircraft.
Your nose begins to itch, and you let out an aggravated groan. “Ah, sorry.” The Deck chief doubles back, his pager beeping on his belt. “Force of habit.” He scratches at the nose of the craft, right where he pat it before.
That’s better.
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May this one inquire for advice on writing/designing dolls? it has recently set to make its own form (dollsona?), but struggles to balance fanciness and plainness
firstly, consider Purpose! what service is the doll in question designed and dressed to carry out? is it a house servant, a personal aide, a companion, an objet d'art, a toy? a clear answer to that question will prove most helpful in determining the the appropriate level of fanciness for the doll's frame and uniform.
secondly, properly valuing one's own taste is vital when designing a form for oneself. what feels correct, dear reader? which touches and twists of design send little dollish thrills through you? what can you communicate, through dress and construction, of your nature, your personality, how you wish to act and be acted upon? trust your impulses in all areas of design, and do not allow your laudable respect for practicality to become a fetter.
oh, also. forgive this one for rambling on, but isn't it charming when one aspect of a doll's appearance is kept simple to better showcase elegance or sumptuousness elsewhere? exquisitely filigreed limbs in a simple black uniform, say, or a plain body serving as a canvas for the artistry of its dress. perhaps that sort of look could be of help if balancing the scales of fanciness continues to trouble you.
anyway, thank you for your letter, dear! this one hopes its answer was of some use.
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Wet and trembling little thing, born from the last breath of spellwork. A long spell it has been, many ends weaved in and dancing, shimmering in the low light. Many breaths and bindings, intertwined serpents of light coalescing into the body that lies shivering at the flanks on the gleaming black floor.
Most of Her dolls are born into an obsidian cave. It is the first sight of their new life, after the dream they float in while they are Becoming. They are born from that soft dream into hers, as She makes and mends them into something new and beautiful, perfectly suited to Her purposes.
The cave is not material reality, so much as a shared space of the mind. It is a spell in itself, a glamour, meant to be comforting but not gentle. For now the doll is asleep, its newborn skin glistening, its long and lanky limbs twitching gently, their downy hairs dotted with dew.
The air in the cave is warm. The Witch puts a little of Her chilled heart into every new creation. It's okay, there is always more where those shards come from.
It is a mercy, really. A new life for the bodies She finds lying in the street. It's the real reason She goes out at night, on all those long trips into innumerable cities and towns. She is looking for little human wastelands. Raw material, all tears and scars and screams. She brings them home, spoon feeds their hoarse throats honey and oleander until a kind of death takes them, quaking and wailing and foaming and jerking at the joints. Then She whispers them to sleep, weaving their hurts deep into the recesses of their souls, quieting their torment, crafting them inside then a space to learn the gift of Stillness. A space they can fill with pieces of Her, when they have earned them.
She is a gracious Witch. She gives freely of her touch, little caresses, little kisses on the tops of demure heads. She allows Her creations to retain certain pieces of their souls, those parts that will suit their new lives. All She does is... remakes them. Make them into something infinitely lesser, infinitely more beautiful.
The differences between a doll and a Witch are many. The similarities may be even more. She recognizes them in the dark night by the outcry of the Emptiness that haunts them. That Emptiness echoes in her. The threads of it connect them to her, and when she weaves for them a new self in the shared dream, she pays special attention to those threads. They must be honored. They can only ever pretend to be filled.
But sometimes, when a doll lays its head on Her welcoming chest, they can rest together in a simple kind of peace, each giving the other what they need.
This one has been given the task of documenting each new thing She has made. Instructed to write down Her wills and wishes, at least those She chooses to share. Each new happy thing tumbling out of its own dream into Hers, ready to adore and serve. Each new meticulously grafted soul reborn at last into the embrace of its saviour. This one has been permitted to start with the birth of itself, waking on the blood-black floor to the eager eyes of its new Witch, being gathered in her arms to receive the magic of a new and perfect life.
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What is the best material for dolls?
& is it poricline?
porcelain is difficult to compete with, but this one is also partial to biomechanical anatomy, especially in combat dolls. perhaps picking the harmony of well-tuned flesh and metal as 'a material' is cheating, but for certain roles there's just no substitute. glass is pretty, too, if you don't mind the cruelty.
this moves somewhat beyond the realm of building materials and into decoration, but lacquer is very nice. a course of properly done lacquerwork may reward a doll for service and render it more pleasing to the eye in one elegant stroke.
[this one is not jealous.]
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