Verity, Hollow Doll

Break her enough times, and the repeated kintsugi will ensure that everything is gold.
Perfected, pure. Never mind the fact that nothing of the original remains.

Glad to hear it, and thank you for the art!

It thinks its important to remember that Becoming something new is only the first step of growth.

Post by @verity-hollow 💬 1  🔁 3  ❤️ 7 · Alyssum didn't feel like a dollwitch. That's what it claimed to be, it had done so for a year or more by now. A doll that had come into its own power, unfettered by the strings th…

This one flexed its writing muscles today! This is much too long to crosspost so a link will have to do
#emptyspaces

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The dollish desire to be thrown down the stairs to year what sounds you make. Will they be clacks or clinks, thuds or puffs? Will you make no sound at all or a great shattering din?

i love a girl [2025]

The strongest witch of all has no need to use magic, for she has the skills, ability, and desire to take care of everything she needs without it.

A witch that doesn't use magic.

She hasn't in years.

It's not that she can't, it's just...

She's happy with what she already has.

She's happy with doing things by hand.

"Moisten Nagant"

-a doll lubricating her sniper rifle, probably

Thank you for all your hard work!

Abwa

wrote a new thing. it's very short.

archiveofourown.org/works/73597771

@verity-hollow · Verity, Hollow Doll No great deed is commemorated here. There was a person here once. may contain untagged 18+ and cw content

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New microfic! Title: Overvolted. Cw for robogore and being found by someone you ran away from.

Doll woke up today! Headmate has been very mentally dominant so it usually only gets a few hours late at night to itself if any. She's been speaking for this one when its opinions and words are more like feelings and thoughts in her mind.
Truthfully it fears reintegration. It likes existing.

Perhaps its sparkling prescience?

Hey, its nearly October, so its the perfect season

Doing rp with friends has probably been the best exercise for its writing in a while, despite the fact that it hasn't motivated this one to write any microfiction yet.

Two robot girls hold each other near a makeshift fire in an abandoned office building while another looks out of a hole blasted in the wall, standing watch with a rifle on her shoulder. Next to the girls sitting there are some backpacks and a medical kit containing an injector filled with glowing green liquid.

A moment's rest

Leave the trans server alone she has another 12 hour shift at the restaurant tonight

BigZFabric was the recommendation this one was given

fun fact: there's a little meter in my internal heads up display right next to HP and MANA that can only be refilled by having someone treat me like a dehumanized piece of meat for them to use and hurt.

This one is trying to learn to behave around people too. It never got taught the skills, just got yelled at or shunned for what it did wrong. So its getting help learning the skills it doesn't have, its keeping its object-ness as it performs personhood, and its forgiving itself for making mistakes.

This one has misinterpreted your meaning. You meant a subscription service to deliver adapters every month. This one thought you meant a single 3.5mm to 1/4" adapter that needs a subscription in order to use it

Just a little metal connector with a massive card reader bolted on the side. Guitar amp shutting off suddenly and thinking "oops forgot to feed the meter"

A witch waiting for his doll.

Some few years ago, it said that it would be back - but it didn't know when.

And the witch... He said okay.

He cast upon it a traveler's charm, one that would guard it from the worst of the ills of the road.

And it's been... Years since.

...

This one keeps being asked "what was empty spaces?" and it always replies the same way. "What do you mean? You're in the empty spaces right now, you've been here for years. Shhh, shhh, it's okay, I know it's confusing. This happens when your conditioning wears off. We'll fix you back up. Good doll."

This one has been obsessed with this style of things lately. Pastel rainbows and tile walls. A place you could swear you've been before but is gone now even if you remembered where. A sense of the presence of water and life but an unshakable artificiality too.

Magic, huh...

What about it?

It's just another skill isn't it?

Something... Surreal at first, when you barely know it.

But, once you get used to it... It becomes...

Less, doesn't it?

Magical once you begin.

But mundane as you get used to it.

...

"sometimes i wonder if i'll ever feel clean"

A lazy afternoon in Tagajō. A pair of hina dolls see to the latest round of anpan coming back from the oven.

"Isn't that hot?" asks the combat doll peering curiously from the table by the counter, metal travel mug in hand.

"Extremely," says the hina pulling the racks from the oven barehanded.