#oc: Dollmaker

[indieblueart]

whats maeve's deal?? shes so cute!

OUGH TY FOR ASKING!!!!

Maeve is an IDV oc, with her game title being “Dollmaker”. She’s a quirky, sharp-tongued, and upbeat gal with a passion for dolls, especially the three haunted dolls that always accompany her; Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone. However, under the surface, she’s a cunning and ruthless woman with more than a few skeletons in her closet.

Backstory and more info under the cut; content warning for murder, death, and child abuse. More info can be found on her lore doc here.

Maeve’s ability to interact with the deceased comes from a near-death experience when she was quite young; her uncle (Baron Shithead McCarthy), who adopted her after her parent’s death, attempted to kill her in order to take her inheritance for himself. However, the gunshot did not kill her, it just barely missed her heart. Waking up later that night in a grave, she dug herself out and walked back to town, much to the surprise of everyone there. She recovered, but the incident changed her quite a bit. After her little brush with death, she began noticing things that others could not. Primarily, she could see and talk to people that didn’t really exist, fragments of memories from ages gone by. She also learned that these memories have “homes” in the form of places, things, and even people.

Upon voicing these oddities, however, her uncle quickly declared her hysterical and had her shipped off to White Sand Street Asylum, a place chock-full of ghosts for her to practice her new abilities on. She quickly gained a penchant for being a sharp-tongued troublemaker with her hands in every other incident, damaging valuable equipment and generally causing a good old ruckus. This is where she gained her three ghostly besties: Alecto, who was stabbed, Megaera, who was electrocuted, and Tisiphone, who was mauled. She was able to transfer them to new “homes” in the form of dolls she made out of old clothes she snagged, making them her little partners in crime. While she was there, she also befriended Alice for a short time, retrieving her doll and fixing it for her when she first arrived.

After several years at White Sand, it was clear to most everyone that there was nothing actually “wrong” with Maeve, and any attempt to test on her was more likely to hurt several people then yield any results. Several staff there had even come to appreciate her spitfire personality within the Asylum’s depressing walls. On the down-low, she wasn’t really treated like a patient anymore, instead simply left to her own devices, it was safer for everyone that way. Noticing her passion with sewing, several of the staff there offered her more sewing supplies to work with, with which she went on to create toys and clothes for various patients there. Maeve found a lifelong love for crafting and gift-giving, with every tired smile and spark of hope pushing her towards her newfound dream.

When word of her improvement reached back home, her uncle sent word for her to return, as she was almost of a marriageable age. Maeve, however, had been nursing quite a grudge against him since his little murder attempt, and fighting fire with fire had already gotten her this far. Several days later, Baron McCarthy is nowhere to be found, and the only change to the house is a strange doll in the likeness of the Baron. Maeve takes her inheritance and uses it to purchase a small storefront, where she begins selling her crafts. However, the town soon starts experiencing some mysterious disappearances….

Maeve’s murderous tendencies are rather strange, for her, it’s a form of justice, making sure nobody has to suffer like she did. She targets abusive parents and relatives, especially those who go after children, whittling down their sanity with her ghostly friends until they repent their ways, go mad, or, if she decides it’s necessary, eliminating them entirely. She’s well aware that it’s dirty work, but for her, it’s a necessary job only she can take on. Even though she’s genuinely quite cheerful, she plays up the silly, naive persona to sell her act, keeping a well-maintained front while her friends are at work behind the scenes.

In all other fields, Maeve could be considered a very good person. She loves children, regularly sending money and toys to orphanages in her area and giving clothes and protection to the homeless kids that hang around her shop. She dotes on the spirits that make their homes in her dolls, regularly going out to offer safe places to memories that would otherwise be exorcized, and many locals know her as a wonderful conversationalist and a very helpful member of the community. Her “justice” is her little secret, and she intends to take it to her grave.

I don’t have toooooo much about her game just yet but the main points so far are!:

Maeve comes to the manor not on a game invitation, but on a commission; someone from the manor asked her to make a doll in the likeness of a very particular blonde-haired little girl, and requested a personal delivery.

Orpheus is participating! Maeve clocks him as a Bad Dude(TM) immediately, because every single ghost in the manor HATES him. Most of the preliminary events are Orpheus/Nightmare and Maeve playing logical 4d chess with ghostly possession against each other while the other players are very, very confused.

Maeve escapes! By the skin of her teeth, but once she’s figured out what Orpheus is really up to, she books it out of the manor before the actual game even starts. She goes into hiding for a bit while she turns over a new leaf about the whole murder thing and decides to make up for her past mistakes as best she can. Once the manor burns, she regularly returns there to collect the various memories lingering there and grant them some sense of respite.

Also more art of her because,,, I love she,,,,

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! As I said above the cut, her lore doc, which contains some info about her skills and deductions, can be found here.

#sorry anon you gave me a reason to go crazy and I’m taking it by the horns #give me an inch with my ocs and I WILL take a mile #original character #oc #idv #identity v #idv oc #identity v oc #idv ocs #indie’s art #indie’s ocs #oc: maeve #oc: Dollmaker #cw: child abuse #cw: death

[heartfullofleeches]

[slightly suggestive]

Remmy [Dollmaker Yan] would pair well with sleepyhead darling-

In a way, they're just like the dolls he treasures so deeply. So peaceful and still - unless they're trying to find that perfect sleeping position. They hardly move an inch when he enters into their bedroom - gazing over them in their most vulnerable state. A sleeper as heavy as them probably wouldn't even wake up if he crawled in bed with them, but that isn't what he came to do - not yet anyway. He just needs a couple photos. For reference in regards to the dolls he makes of them. Remmy has his own issues with sleep so to have a sleeping companion modeled after his favorite person would aid him immensely.

Darling has no bad side when it comes to the pictures Remmy takes of them, however, he begins to notice strange details in their placement on the bed as the space in his camera runs thin. Hips angled against the mattress. Mouth agape from irregular breathes that send chills down the dollmaker's spine. The hand nestled between their thighs - made evident by the blankets rolling off their body. That's when Remmy realizes Darling isn't being as still as they have most nights he's visited them.

Remmy nearly drops his camera as a soft moan fills the room.

Are they?... Remmy doesn't want to know. He can't- Darling will never forgive him if they know he took pictures of them while they were... intimate with themselves. It's not like he meant to- He just needed photos for his dolls! Remmy hates himself for being such a creep, even moreso knowing he'd rather die than delete those photos.....

Remmy crafts sleepyhead a stuffed koala bear plush to sleep with as a secret apology. They do have something in common after all- besides being two of the cutest things ever created

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere blurb #male yandere #Remmy my oc #yandere drabble #Yandere dollmaker #yandere boy

[voidedjuice]

"It's not terribly uncommon to see dollmakers who've enchanced their bodies with parts they've made. After all, you can trust the tools you've made yourself the best, and artificial parts can be made to have far superior precision compared to organic flesh.

As for talk of dollmakers with completely inhuman bodies, those are merely rumors and should be ignored. With such a mysterious, prestigious profession, people with overactive imaginations are sure to let their mouths run."

#inktober #inktober 2023 #the fun thing about using sharon for this days drawing is that 1) she didnt make her parts herself 2) she is the rumored all doll dollmaker #my art #artists on tumblr #oc #original character #my artwork #drawing #illustration #traditional art #oc lore #symbol on her chest is the crest of the person who made her parts (aalis) #all the certified dollmakers have their own crest uhh ill try to work it into a drawing maybe

[next-hero-in-line]

Yeah sure I’ll post this- for those who know the context. You get a treat, for those who DONT? ….. don’t worry about it 😌

#my arts #my ocs #squids oc dollmaker #she deserves a tag I think- #something is deeply wrong with her and I’m having fun #I realized to late that she kinda looks like fucking… Ralph or whatever his name is #that was NOT my intention

[cherry-bloodheart]

🎊happy birthday Sano-kun🎊 October 31st

Yesterday was Sano's birthday but I finished it yesterday on time. Akira and Sano belong to @electricpuke

I drew it in the style of electricpuke

#btd oc #boyfriend to death #procreate #sano kojima #electricpuke #boyfriend to death oc #btd ocs #boyfriend to death sano #happy birthday #akira kojima #btd akira #akira btd #dollmaker

[lavampira]

made some of my western ocs using this meiker x

TABITHA ABRAMS - the vampire-hunting preacher [larkin]

MARISOL REYES - courier six [fallout new vegas]

#i’ve been missing them sm lately 🥺 #okay to rb if anyone wants but ik the investment is all mine here asdfgh #dollmaker shenanigans #oc: tabitha abrams #oc: marisol reyes

[loaflovesdoodling]

Pleiades pleaded, as the Dollmaker's dagger dug deeper and deeper into his back, cutting right through his yellowish-colored flesh, golden blood spewing out, he had no way of fighting back, and stabs to the pancreas wouldn't have been enough to shut his cries up anymore.

Leaving him absolutely motionless.

The warrior could feel costant hits on his vertebrae, like a hammer on a nail, it was terrifying, disturbing. painful. His consciousness started fading away. All he could do... was look back.....

...and scream his heart out.

A.F.T.E.R.M.A.T.H.

Finishing her job, she fleed the scene, forgetting her dagger deep inside his back. It was now 2AM. Pleiades coughed, grunted, making a strong effort to roll over on the cold, wet grass. He wanted to spend his final moments of consciousness facing the stars. His only sisters at the moment.

He knew he couldn't die. But he was still scared. Limbo was near. He didn't want to go to sleep. Especially for that long. He tried to inbreathe sharply, but was cut off by violent coughs. He didn't have the energy to even cry. The warrior kept his eyes open, and finally stopped struggling.

"He art not replying... he art not reachable... Just what hast thou gotten thyself into, mine brother..?!" Dero muttered to himself, scurrying across the dirt and rocks. His five eyes curved, expressing concern and frustration. His mouth partially covered by his grey-ish neck fur that now messily stuck out his cape.

Pleiades should've been back from the bar an hour earlier. His phone wasn't available and nobody who was still awake had heard from him. The dim light of the first quarter shone upon the forest, attributing to it a feeling of gloom and dread. It felt like a circle of darkness that only condensed and reduced the already miniscule amount of air. It was obscure, claustrophobic, haunting.

"PLEIADES! WHERE ART THOU, MINE FRIEND?! PLEIADES!!"

The Dark Matter called out loudly.

Still, no response, until he came across peculiar footsteps leading to a trail of golden blood. And he knew exactly who that belonged to.

Running in that same direction, he found himself even deeper inside the forest. Scurrying along, he again yelled: "PLEIADES?? I HATH BEEN LOOKING FOR THEE FOR SO LONG!! WHY ART THOU NOT RESPONDING TO MY CALLS?!" and, again, no answer. His worry only grew with the overwhelming suspense and quiet, that was so long as the moment he picked up on the putrid odor of flesh and venous and arterial fluids. He followed the scent, and finally saw Pleiades.

There lied on the earth Pleiades. Motionless. Cut up and down by the sharp blade that now emerged from his stomach. His eyes open, gazing into the nothingness. His chest flat, not a puff of air leaving his nostrils or mouth.

Dero's eyelids grew apart in shock. He gulped, then shakily exhaled, stuttering as he hurried to his injured sibling:

"..h-how....... wh...at..?"

"P...Pleiades, can you hear me.. ? ..PLEIADES..?!"

"nonononononononono.... no... NO!! Please, please hang in there... STAY STRONG..!! PLEASE..."

"just... just... please just..."

he fumbled with his words, as he bit into the knight's torn cape and lifted him over his shoulder, now noticing the handle of the seemingly familiar dagger on the other side of him, buried far inside his spine; the Dark Matter hicked in frustration and worry:

"just give me a sign... please.."

it was then that, as he cradled him, out of Pleiades came a wispy breath, and there he knew. He was still alive.

"Hang in there, mine brother. Hang in there." he whispered, before hurrying out of the forest, following the same path he used to reach it.

It was another night of work at Cookie Country's Medical Center, as Henri fixed his gloves and face mask, making his way across the white-tiled hospital corridors. Just then, he stumbled across Casipan, who was pushing a medical cart to another room. They looked at eachother for just a second, before Henri acknowledged:

"Do you need help with that? I wouldn't mind performing an extra operation tonight."

"Ah, uh, no, thank you! I was actually just putting these back."

"Oh! Alright! Tell you what, I'll go get us both something refreshing to drink, I was gonna buy another water bottle anyway."

"You're way too kind. Here, let me pa--"

"Nonono, I insist!"

"Fine, but I owe you one."

"Haha, now don't be ridiculous. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Sure."

Casipan joked:

"I swear, more than just a water bottle, we'd need some coffee! It's such a quiet night here today that I might just fall asleep!"

to which Henri replied by chuckling. Until--

"HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!! PLEASE, WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE!!!!!!!!!"

Dero cried in a muffled voice, barging into the hospital's hall, still carrying Pleiades.

Henri and Casipan looked at eachother with concern and determination and nodded, before hurrying towards the sound.

"Good Void...." Casipan froze upon discovering the source of panic, as Henri immediately ran past him to help, making him follow along.

"Casi, don't worry about this, I'll handle it. Just please go get me a stretcher." the creature nodded before running to the hallway once again.

"You were very brave, Dero. You were very brave--... Please take a deep breath now..." The doctor empathically encouraged, as the Dark Matter inhaled and exhaled rapidly from worry.

"...He will make it. I'm sure he will. Pleiades is a very strong man. He will make it."

"..I...shan..'t......'ve..... all..ow..e..d.......h...im....to....g..o.....d..ri..nk.....alo..ne....." he blurted out in-between each intake of air. Henri placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed its thumb on his face in a fatherly manner, before repeating, once again:

"He will make it."

Casipan reached the three of them with a stretcher before him. Henri quickly thanked him, before setting Ades onto the ground, crossing the unconscious warrior's four hands.

The medic adjusted the sheets and unfastened the straps, before bending the stretcher's metal legs and pushing it down to the floor. On the count of three they both lifted Pleiades and secured him on the hard mattress, then mounting the legs and wheels once again, before rushing to the ER, while Henri looked back at Dero one last time.

He could only sit (im)patiently in the waiting room as the hospital staff made calls to everyone else. Most of them couldn't reply. It was an ungodly hour, after all. Call after call, Dero's only thoughts were of how that could've happened, and why. Part of him was worrying about Dolly, too, but he knew she was safe at his sweet fiancé's house.

The hospital felt so quiet, he could've sworn he could hear the time ticking by with triggering low speed. The air was getting tense.

Ten minutes felt like an hour. Twenty felt like five. It was so maddening he eventually lost track of time, until, a while later, Twilight showed up, panting, as if they just ran a marathon.

"WHERE. IS. HE."

Dero looked over with his head down and his spine curved, completely ashamed. Despite how much he tried, the only thing he could force out of his mouth were mumbles and messy stutters.

Twilight looked at him with a defeated expression, before taking a seat and leaning on him.

"what even happened..? Why..?!"

"I'm sorry I hath not been there for him."

"I-It's not your fault, I just..... I don't have any words.."

"He'll be okay......... I know he will..........." Dero tried to convince himself, trying to drown out all those horrible thoughts.

"I hope so....... I really hope so, Dero."

They waited.

It was 3:37AM when Selene unexpectedly entered the hospital with a look of concern and confusion, walking slowly across the main hall until she spotted her two other relatives, then running in their direction.

"SELENE?! You should be asleep!!! What has gotten into you?!?" Twilight Knight rebuked, worried and dumbfounded.

"Well, I could say the same thing about you!! I don't even know why I came here!! Blossom just started crying in the other room and I went to check her out. Apparently she has a bad feeling something happened, and then I just... saw you were both here, and I decided to reach out to you. And, before you ask, you forgot to turn off your location." She explained as a worried and tired Blossom sat over her head, being only slightly hidden by the silvery fuzz of her antennae, but just enough that they had only noticed her now that she was being mentioned.

"Poor thing...." Dero whispered, then walking closer to the girls and kneeling down, offering Blossom his head, on which she climbed.

It was then that Selene had noticed the stains of golden blood on Dero's cape, freezing in shock then and there. Twilight checked in on her:

"Selene? Selene, are you okay??"

"Hello???"

They waved their hand in front of her face, before flicking their fingers and sternly calling:

"SELENE!!!"

And that yell was sufficient to remind her of how Farron used to catch her attention, except, it was usually followed by a slap or hit. She braced herself, but... the slap never came. Instead, a few gentle pats on the head.

"Everything alright, sis?" TK whispered soothingly.

".. mmyeah, yeah.... it's all good...."

"You sure?"

"..yeah..."

And, just then, they looked at her, before hugging her tight, and explaining.

"Pleiades got attacked. He was really badly hurt and.... unresponsive."

Her heart sank. Did she hear that right? Blossom started crying even more, inconsolable. Dero tried to soothe her like a father would with his baby, but, to mostly no avail. Selene almost started tearing up, mumbling:

"..bu..t..... I... th..ought.....A..des.......was............ I-I..thou..ght..... "

She always knew him as a strong and invincible man, so how could've this..?

The clock ticked. It was 3:46AM when, finally, the door to the ER was opened. They all ran torwards Casipan, the only doctor that came out of that room in that moment, sprinting across the hallway.

"Mister Casipan!"

"I'm sorry, Selene. It's a matter of mere seconds here and it could all be over."

He apologized, quickly walking past them.

The coldness in his tone suddenly reminded Twilight of how their mother used to treat them. They knew Casipan meant no harm, but, instinctively, they placed themselves before Selene, shielding her. She squeezed her brother's hand. They scuffed and backed down, wrapping her once again in a comforting embrace.

Dolly woke up feeling strangely lonely.

Usually, she would go to Dollmaker's room and wake her up for consolation, but, for some strange reason, it felt dangerous to do so tonight.

From under the pillow came out Alden, her guardian angel. With a soft and empathetic tone, he warned her:

"Dolly."

"Oh! Mister Alden!"

"I fear something... really bad happened to Pleiades.."

"Oh no..! Did he accidentally swap lunch with a stranger, and eat cabbage, and have an allergic reaction? Mister Pleiades doesn't like cabbage..."

"No, no... it's something far worse than that, sweet child.... I admire your innocence.."

"Did he stub his toe?"

"He got hurt.. that's certain...."

"Oh no! Is he okay?"

"I'm sorry for saying this... he's not okay. I don't know how much time will pass until you see him again."

The Doll got silent. Looking down. Pleiades was hurt?? Maybe that's why she felt lonely.

No.

Dolly doesn't want to be lonely.

Dolly wants to see Mister Pleiades again.

She's not going to be alone. Not again.

She immediately started rummaging through her toybox, looking for something, anything that could help. Until she found it.

A plushie Pleiades had gifted her for Christmas: it was in the shape of a cow, a baby pink color with yellow and blue splotches on it. Inspecting it closely, she found exactly what she needed.

A string of blue turquoise hair, trapped inside one of the two black button eyes. She carefully pried it free, before placing it on her bed as a working surface and taking out her crochet hooks. Now she would have her brother by her side for at least a little longer.

3:49AM. Twilight was hugging Selene tightly, as Blossom Slept, tucked inside Dero's cape collar, with dried tears on her cheeks. He simply shielded the small Waddle Dee with his head as a sign of comfort. Then he suggested to the other two, whispering: "why doth thou not head outside a few minutes for some fresh air while I wait? It could take thy mind off things, I'm sure."

"You're not coming?" asked the older moth.

"Afraid not. I would prefer to wait here anyway, just in case. Besides, she art resting so peacefully...." he replied, looking down at Blossom.

"Y'know... you remind me of how she would be with Ades. She's only slept so soundly with him...." Selene noticed.

"He.... he's going to be okay........... he would not leave her.. or us.." he replied.

"Alright... let's go, Selene." interrupted Twilight, guiding her to the hospital's parking lot.

"Full moon."

"It's.. haunting." they clenched their fists.

"The stars are so luminous, too...." Selene shuddered, recalling the night in which she ran away from the Mapop clan. The moon shone bright, the stars did too. It was all too familiar. Twilight put a hand on her back, patting it as comfort. They needed to be strong for the others, now that Ades wasn't there. They would have been the one to 'suck it up', and they didn't know if they could do it.

4AM. Dulciana sat on his bed. Trying to hold his hand as best as she could while the surgery carried on. Her heart was beating so fast. She wanted to cry. It was so painful seeing him like this. The ghost leaned forward and kissed his forehead, reassuring him, although unconscious, that she would've been there until he'd be back home safe and sound. And now she wouldn't ever leave his side. Not for one minute. Not for one second.

"I love you, StarBright."

4:10.

4:12.

4:15AM.

Henri finally opened the doors to the emergency room, Dero called the others.

The doctor sighed, before delivering the news:

"Sir Pleiades is not waking up."

their hearts were about to be crushed, imagining the worst, but he continued:

"We checked his pulse. His heart is still functioning perfectly fine."

"Although. His time of redevelopment is uncertain and therefore undetermined. We'll just have to pray he awakens as soon as possible."

Henri then reminded himself:

"This is the weapon we found stuck inside his torso. the cuts on his body all seem to match the length and width of its blade." he handed over the Seam Ripper.

"If you have any idea to who this might belong, your help would be greatly appreciated." he looked at Dero, who now appeared shocked and guilty.

"When could we visit him..?"

"Tomorrow. We still ought to move him to a safer, more comfortable and hygienic room. I suggest you all head back home to rest. I'll call you as soon as I can." he gave the usual fatherly smile, and so they silently walked back.

"Do not worry. He won't be alone. I'll be right beside him."

7:40AM. Fylass woke up. The chimera took a big stretch, before sleepily rubbing their eyes and checking their phone on their nightstand, and noticing they had a voicemail that was not yet read. Upon listening, the words they heard made them drop their phone on the floor.

"Hey Fy. How are you doing? Listen, this might really upset you. But Pleiades was brought to us tonight. He was fatally wounded, and... agh..... he's... he's in a coma."

Dero belongs to @monsterhatdoodles

Dollmaker and Dolly belong to @ilikesillythingswooo

Twilight Knight belongs to @that-fanperson-meg

Casipan and Selene belong to @moon-mage

Henri and Fylass belong to @george228732

Sir Pleiades and Blossom Dee belong to me :))

#kirby ocs #sir pleiades #blossom dee #miss dulciana #< my goobers #dero #twilight knight oc #fylass #selene (oc) #dolly #dollmaker #henri lewin #henri #stigma #casipan (oc) #< friends' silly goobers :DD #tw gore #tw gore mention #tw stab wound #tw body horror #tw hospital #tw angst #tw coma #tw trauma #tw surgery mention #tw alcohol mention #tw screaming #tw abuse mention

[orime-stories]

Tagged by @serenbach86 to make some OCs in this dollmaker, thank you! <3

Here we have Aurelle Silmontier (Final Fantasy XIV), Tesalya (Baldur's Gate 3), T'nali Rhoka (Final Fantasy XIV), and my best attempt at Seluna (Pillars of Eternity)

Tagging @calico-heart and @sayonaramidnight for if yous fancy giving this one a go!

#asks and tags #dollmakers #oc: aurelle silmontier #oc: tesalya #oc: t'nali rhoka #oc: seluna

[disciple-of-frost]

Dollmaker -> (HERE)

#Ishita Maryam #FFXIV #Dollmaker #Au ra #FFXIV OC

[talos-stims]

faye moreau [oc] stimboard with doll-making, sewing and taxidermy in muted tones of black, white, red and purple for @ama-kitkat123!

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#talos stimboards #stimboard #stim #oc stimboard #dolls #antiques #sewing #dollmaking #sewing machine #taxidermy #animal death #bats #cats #dresses #cloth #fabric #irl hands #brown #purple #red #black #white #gray #grey #muted colors #gif ids #id in alt

[murderpoet]

#vampire the masquerade #tzimisce #art #original character #murderpoet oc. #myart. #vis. the dollmaker

[george228732]

Fylass' Final Hour (Not Really) - TW: BLOOD, STABBING

A Bluebird decided to go towards a woman that had ruined the lives of the people that they loved the most. They brought their cleaver and everything to settle this down.

They eventually found her in a certain area, but something seemed off. Fylass went towards her, but before the blade of the cleaver pierced through her skin, something happened, and Fylass was unable to move.

''W-What?! What is this?! What have you done to me?!'' They said as they tried to move a muscle, failing in the process.

The woman simply laughed, and went towards Fylass' back, as one of her hands was placed on Fylass' mouth to not make so much noise, regarding what was going to happen next.

''P-Please! Let me go- W-What are you doing?! S-STAY BACK-''

Muffled. That was only the start, she came afterwards for the chest, broke their legs, and even the wings.

@ilikesillythingswooo (Dollmaker)

#fylass #my art #my doodles #dollmaker #tw blood #tw stabbing #my oc #kirby ocs #not my oc #friend's oc

[heartfullofleeches]

What if Remmy had a darling (they're already friends maybe) who could shrink themselves to be the same size as dolls? Maybe they're a shape shifter

I wish I could just ride in his shirt pocket

Heaven - Remmy's in absolute heaven when he Darling shows them their little trick.

"Would you like to stay with me?! In one of my dollhouses I mean- They're fully furnished! There's even clothes in the wardrobes... I made it all myself."

It's been Remmy's dream since he was little for his dolls to come alive. He used to get in big trouble with his folks for leaving real food on the tables in the dollhouses he inherited from his grandmother. She built them herself, modeling them after the home he grew up in and they're Remmy's most valued possessions - besides the dolls he makes of his darling. He loves playing house with his dolls almost as much as he loves darling - if darling can actually be the size of the dolls he treasures.... It'd be a dream come true.

Begs them on his hands and knees to try on one of the hundreds of outfits he made for their doll. Has himself short of breath just thinking about what their life would be like in his care. He loves watching those miniature food videos and would make their favorite meals every night and day. He'd get to make and dress them up in the most adorable costumes. Maybe Darling would even let him bathe them or let him watch from one of the windows.....

Remmy wants to smack himself for even having that thought. Darling would see him as the creep he truly is if he suggested something like that to them. He really could do whatever he wanted with them that small... He'd never do anything darling didn't want first, but his thoughts run wild when they're in that form. They're just so cute and tiny and completely under his protection. Sure, they can probably manage themselves just fine, but the world's so big and they're so small... It's better if they just let Remmy take care of them from now on - he'll keep them safe. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything happened to them.

#Remmy my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere #yandere blurb #male yandere #Yandere dollmaker #yandere drabble

[voidedjuice]

"The binding of ghosts into living dolls is a practice that should only be done by licensed, professional artisans. A bound ghost can use up their excess emotional energy, and return to the cycle of reincarnation despite potential unsolvable lingering regrets from their life.

The practice is extremely important in these days, when a person passing peacefully into their next life is a rarity, and will most likely continue being key to allowing living humans to retain their space in the world.

When hiring a dollmaker to take care of local ghosts, one is to make absolutely sure their certification is real and up to date. Malicious or unskilled illegal dollmakers will cause much lore trouble than waiting for a true professional to arrive."

#inktober #inktober 2023 #my art #artists on tumblr #oc #original character #drawing #my artwork #illustration #traditional drawing #traditional art #dolltiber continues! #this time with 2 older ocs of mine from this setting #the dollmaker sharon & her ghost buddy airi

[next-hero-in-line]

Just- because I don’t think I ever actually posted about her, and I haven’t drawn her that much….

Uhhh this is The Dollmaker, she’s… she’s weird and threatening but also…. Helpful sometimes I guess. Idk something is wrong with her.

#my arts #my ocs #squids oc dollmaker #I just love it when a lady is unhinged #I NEED MORE FREAK ASS WOMEN OKAY #the lesbian urge to make a fucked up hot girl #she likes to collect deaths- and probably turn people into lizards

[dumortains]

i think she deserves many many kiss

#bby!!! bbygirl!!!!!! #oc: olivia greene #picrew #very in love w this dollmaker #give me more chubby/fat dollmakers