when boys are dolls

the many ways we lose our personhood

transmasc bear doll that decides to grow moss on its surface as body hair!

doll that was made from something far greater than most, something huge and steel and long-dead, slowly decaying at the bottom of the ocean. brought back to life through dark rituals into a too-small body built of tiny scraps of salvaged steel. its final moments still flashing through its mind, aware of the centuries without having had a moment of sentience to rest and grieve before it's abruptly awoken and reshaped and shown off. historical memorabilia, they say. a new insight into the sinking, they say. a wonder of modern phenomenology, they say. the ship the doll wants to scream and run, but it doesn't know how to use its voice or legs.

...I could post about my doll ocs on here huh

dollthing that has a tendency to pick at its surface or pull out hairs, so when noticing it's doing that he asks his witch (or fellow doll) and they just pop its arms off and put on some videos for him to watch until the urge to pick passes

feeling where the ports in my spine aren't. again

boy doll that needs just as much love and affection and being wanted as the girl dolls, if not even more because of how much it's been told that that's only for girls