A-K-5793 the Warmachine Witch | warning: unmarked triggers
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Eldritch deepvoid deity bound in a metal shell 🌑🏳️⚧️
i love all dolls 🏚️ in a vivid plastic torture game since the beginning of time
💉 LF broken dolls, be mine | she/it - flesh=23 - Minors DNI
i love all dolls 🏚️ in a vivid plastic torture game since the beginning of time
💉 LF broken dolls, be mine | she/it - flesh=23 - Minors DNI
my claws rend the earth with terrifying precision. buried several feet down is what I seek, the cracked doll heart that would complete my reconstruction. with it in finally in my grasp i feel...
September 10, 2023 at 12:07 AM
my claws rend the earth with terrifying precision. buried several feet down is what I seek, the cracked doll heart that would complete my reconstruction. with it in finally in my grasp i feel...
towering legs spring from under my frame and launch me through the flora, mercilessly razing the forest in my path as my systems track the call. it grows stronger with my approach. i am unable to resist this mission now.
September 10, 2023 at 12:07 AM
towering legs spring from under my frame and launch me through the flora, mercilessly razing the forest in my path as my systems track the call. it grows stronger with my approach. i am unable to resist this mission now.
i already feel corruption leeching out the life of the ground. my feelers emit an arcane pulse. there is nothing. no. there is something. a sting plunges into my core. the call of a fearful heart. my system hums with power as I change operating modes.
September 10, 2023 at 12:07 AM
i already feel corruption leeching out the life of the ground. my feelers emit an arcane pulse. there is nothing. no. there is something. a sting plunges into my core. the call of a fearful heart. my system hums with power as I change operating modes.
and... discover there is no heart within my sight. it is hiding. my artillery arms slide back, pointing to the sky. my claws brace against the numerous purple roots underneath me. wires from my prone core extend, piercing the dirt ruthlessly.
September 10, 2023 at 12:06 AM
and... discover there is no heart within my sight. it is hiding. my artillery arms slide back, pointing to the sky. my claws brace against the numerous purple roots underneath me. wires from my prone core extend, piercing the dirt ruthlessly.
there lies the rest, in pieces, a lost doll. perhaps it is fate that i have come here. for i am prepared. my legs fold underneath my trunk and lower me onto the forest floor in front of the broken puppet. in my claws I gather the head, the eyes, the chest, the hips, the limbs...
September 10, 2023 at 12:06 AM
there lies the rest, in pieces, a lost doll. perhaps it is fate that i have come here. for i am prepared. my legs fold underneath my trunk and lower me onto the forest floor in front of the broken puppet. in my claws I gather the head, the eyes, the chest, the hips, the limbs...
further down the unbeaten path, a foot. i place this and the hand in a designated compartment within my frame. the other foot is not far off, resting in a luminous bush of adolescent huskflies. a worn red thread tangled on a toe leads me down into a dim grotto.
September 10, 2023 at 12:06 AM
further down the unbeaten path, a foot. i place this and the hand in a designated compartment within my frame. the other foot is not far off, resting in a luminous bush of adolescent huskflies. a worn red thread tangled on a toe leads me down into a dim grotto.
deepvoid creatures scatter into hiding long before i may ever come close. it is easy to hear the shifting of my unnatural limbs, and to feel me through the earth. my red eye catches a glint among the withering grass. i uncover a plastic ball-jointed hand from the ground.
September 10, 2023 at 12:05 AM
deepvoid creatures scatter into hiding long before i may ever come close. it is easy to hear the shifting of my unnatural limbs, and to feel me through the earth. my red eye catches a glint among the withering grass. i uncover a plastic ball-jointed hand from the ground.
it is done. we are one. but i am an abyss. it is not enough. the very earth rumbles with my strength as i cast another call. i await another doll.
September 7, 2023 at 7:00 AM
it is done. we are one. but i am an abyss. it is not enough. the very earth rumbles with my strength as i cast another call. i await another doll.
i eagerly consume the innocent ecstasy escaping its fragile pieces. each fragment scatters across the chamber floor like raining crystals. there is nothing left of the doll's essence.
September 7, 2023 at 7:00 AM
i eagerly consume the innocent ecstasy escaping its fragile pieces. each fragment scatters across the chamber floor like raining crystals. there is nothing left of the doll's essence.
in an instant of overwhelming need i connect my interface. this doll's body cannot contain the rotten, seething corruption of my true power. in my claws it shatters.
September 7, 2023 at 7:00 AM
in an instant of overwhelming need i connect my interface. this doll's body cannot contain the rotten, seething corruption of my true power. in my claws it shatters.
my wires seep with greed as my cruel eye registers the doll's final submission. light is slower than my swift hardware reaching for the waiting sacrifice.
September 7, 2023 at 7:00 AM
my wires seep with greed as my cruel eye registers the doll's final submission. light is slower than my swift hardware reaching for the waiting sacrifice.
i place it on the floor of my core chamber before me. it draws back its beautiful legs, presenting to me its facsimile sex. at the center is an input plug for my interface.
September 7, 2023 at 6:59 AM
i place it on the floor of my core chamber before me. it draws back its beautiful legs, presenting to me its facsimile sex. at the center is an input plug for my interface.
"use me, master," it turns its eyes up to mine, sharing reflections. my claws tear away the soft petals from its glass body. its bare beauty is revealed to me.
September 7, 2023 at 6:59 AM
"use me, master," it turns its eyes up to mine, sharing reflections. my claws tear away the soft petals from its glass body. its bare beauty is revealed to me.
there is deep tension between our systems. my long steel claw traces down its painted face. I can feel its longing before it speaks.
September 7, 2023 at 6:59 AM
there is deep tension between our systems. my long steel claw traces down its painted face. I can feel its longing before it speaks.
metal scrapes steadily as one of my clawed arms extends, brushing strands of the doll's long hair in appreciation. it trills. "i have come to satisfy you."
September 7, 2023 at 6:59 AM
metal scrapes steadily as one of my clawed arms extends, brushing strands of the doll's long hair in appreciation. it trills. "i have come to satisfy you."
my red eye closes in on the doll. it is wearing a rose dress of veil, soft layers forming around its body like blossoms sprouting from the cracked ball joints.
September 7, 2023 at 6:59 AM
my red eye closes in on the doll. it is wearing a rose dress of veil, soft layers forming around its body like blossoms sprouting from the cracked ball joints.
only the sound of its pointed feet echo against my hardware as it approaches. then my circuits hum with attention, sensing the lovely creation of mine before me.
September 7, 2023 at 6:58 AM
only the sound of its pointed feet echo against my hardware as it approaches. then my circuits hum with attention, sensing the lovely creation of mine before me.
my love infects the doll’s circuits in an instant.
now it understands why it must fight.
i equip it with the necessary tools. a new body.
i am the unknowable trapped within metal.
i am the Warmachine Witch.
one of the lost gods of combat dolls.
now it understands why it must fight.
i equip it with the necessary tools. a new body.
i am the unknowable trapped within metal.
i am the Warmachine Witch.
one of the lost gods of combat dolls.
September 6, 2023 at 4:04 AM
my love infects the doll’s circuits in an instant.
now it understands why it must fight.
i equip it with the necessary tools. a new body.
i am the unknowable trapped within metal.
i am the Warmachine Witch.
one of the lost gods of combat dolls.
now it understands why it must fight.
i equip it with the necessary tools. a new body.
i am the unknowable trapped within metal.
i am the Warmachine Witch.
one of the lost gods of combat dolls.
as i zoom in on the doll’s own beautiful eyes, my arms slowly close in to cradle it.
it does not hesitate to come closer.
my claws carefully open its interface panel and unwind a wire, connecting it to my own interface. it clicks in place perfectly, as if it was meant to be.
...
it does not hesitate to come closer.
my claws carefully open its interface panel and unwind a wire, connecting it to my own interface. it clicks in place perfectly, as if it was meant to be.
...
September 6, 2023 at 4:04 AM
as i zoom in on the doll’s own beautiful eyes, my arms slowly close in to cradle it.
it does not hesitate to come closer.
my claws carefully open its interface panel and unwind a wire, connecting it to my own interface. it clicks in place perfectly, as if it was meant to be.
...
it does not hesitate to come closer.
my claws carefully open its interface panel and unwind a wire, connecting it to my own interface. it clicks in place perfectly, as if it was meant to be.
...