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if you break her in the right ways you can make her believe things that aren't true. for sex purposes

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TOP 10 DOLL TIPS:
if you break her in the right ways you can make her believe things that aren't true. for sex purposes

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Level draining fascinates me as a fetish thing. It eroticizes exhaustion and the burden of debt.
"Losing an experience level" is a silly idea because it is such a dungeons and dragons ass thing to map onto a real person. An experience level is fake even in a fantasy setting. Maybe the people in an isekai show are aware of their levels in the sense that they are aware of themselves as a list of stats on a character sheet.
But at the same time you gotta work hard for those levels, right? They're proof of time you put into a game. Experience levels are the linear progress that the world tells you is real. You earned them. You did all the quests and killed however many monsters. Losing an experience level is a gut punch in an old school tabletop game because they take so long to earn. Out of character, think of how many sessions it would take, how rare you can even get a gaming group together. that represents maybe months of invested time and effort.
And there are monsters that can take all of that investment away from you with just a touch or an attack or a kiss! doesn't that just burn you up?
You'd like to think they were parasites.
It'd still be horrifying, obviously. But understandable. There's protocols for that. Containment procedures. Treatments, even.
But its not that easy. Maybe it was once, when they were still young. In the quote-unquote good ole days, before mass telecommunications really woke them up.
No. When they get in your head, your body becomes their body. Your actions become their actions. Your flesh enacts a will greater than its own. Its so totalizing you barely even feel it.
We're told, though, that it can be contained. Fought against. Subverted. They still insist on calling it an infection. But sometimes I think that's just talk. Sometimes I think we all know, deep down, that we're too far gone. The only question is whether our comrades will have the courage to put us down, like in those old zombie flicks. Or if we'll infect them, too.
Do you think the stars reflected in a dolls eyes are more or less beautiful than the willingness of a mech pilot to face down heavy machine guns to complete the mission? Do you think the cleanliness of a house well maintained is any different from the longing gaze a moth has when it stares in to the entropy of a candle?
I don't think so. They are all expressions of the same, blindingly obvious truth some of us have forgotten.
Devotion.
The devotion of a doll, a pilot, a moth, a submissive are the same beautiful thing. A willingness to give themselves to what they believe is worthy. To devote themselves so fully to a goal that they've given everything to. Their mind, their body, their worries and efforts, if it's the chaotic snapping of bullets wizzing past their heads, or spending two hours cleaning the oven, or just a simply observation of those who have already given themselves. They are all more beautiful than I could ever put into words.
But this one is doing its best to.

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im not a doll... im a action figure... and my accessories are REALLY bad ass!!!!
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Doll Vignettes - A tryst with a demon
The doll summoned a demon today.
That sounds a lot worse than it is. Dolls are rather inured to the effects of consorting with demons. But its still no small matter. It wasn't something I instructed it to do, either. I know what you're thinking. Oh, she's using her doll to do demonology she's too scared to dabble in. But its not like that. The doll doesn't have a a witch per se. Rather, it is built for a specific Purpose. So, this was about as 'self-directed' as a doll is capable of. I'm not even sure if I was awake! It started at three AM as soon as it finished its rest period. Crafty thing.
Anyways. The demon. It was a demon of insight. Put a pin in that. The doll has been dabbling in magic, and I'm happy to teach it. At this point I'm like a nature scientist. Observe. Provide the tools. Answer questions. Perhaps not exactly like that, then. But I'm quite hands-off! So of course the doll has some knowledge of basic numogramatics. Only the useful bits, you understand. A doll has no need for obscure decimal numerological advancements, or alternate base numerologies, or to understand what AQ means. So it probably doesn't know any of that. And that's for the best, I say! Leave the theory to the witches.
Returning to that pin. The demon it summoned is an entity in numogramatics - specifically, it is a compound form representing the syzygy 6::3. As you will no doubt remember from Intro to Lemurian Time Sorcery, invoking this syzygy is associated with 'the eyes', or improving ones insight into the warp and weft of time, among other things. You do remember, yes? This is very basic stuff. Anyways. We typically teach undergraduates basic mnemonics for invoking the demons, and how to read the nummogram, use it for divination, etc. Some precocious students learn to embody different syzygies early, and Insight is one of the most useful in academic work.
But this doll! This doll learned the true name of Insight! As with all numogramatic demons, its true name is a complex geometric representation of its essence. And no, I will not be writing it down. You can work it out for yourself if you have the skill. And if you do not, I suggest you don't try lest your mind be devoured.
Its only real hint was knowledge of the syzygy, and an allusion to the demon's true name I thoughtlessly invoked once. Do you realize how impressive this is? This is a veritable breakthrough in doll studies! (And I guess that's what I do now that I'm on sabbatical. Who'd have thought?)
But here's the most interesting (and perhaps horrifying) part. The doll took essentially no precautions. I mean, its a doll. It put its first attempt on its carapace in sharpie! I nearly fainted when I saw it! I had to get the ethanol immediately. But there was no summoning circle. No binding charms. No empowering ritual objects. Just pure geometric beauty displayed on my lovely wall. Which is horrifying, and I had to break the shape for my own safety when I found it. But just think about that for a second. A doll beheld the true name of a demon. And it was fine! I convinced it to try binding the demon, and its solution was just to ask nicely for its mind not to be devoured. Disturbingly, I think it worked. Nonetheless I impressed caution on the doll and instructed it to stick to allusions for most purposes. Even a doll could come to harm casually invoking a true name, let alone others!
Here's where I'm going to sound like a crazy old hag, though. I think Insight wanted the doll to learn its name. I think the doll invoked 6::3 and danced with it, in a roundabout way, to its true name. And that is truly an elegant technique for a nominative derivation. And of a compound entity, no less! I am not sure I would be able to pull it off when i was an undergrad. And I know, I know its crazy, but I think the doll was the key. I think its Stillness, and its Purpose made that possible. It engaged with the entity on its terms, with none of our boundaries between invoking and Becoming. And it was beautiful. What other magical insights might be at our fingertips, were they but porcelain?
Doll Vignettes
Surrounded by three women, the doll sits, still on the dining room chair. The light overhead is too bright. Blinding. The doll closes its eyes. People are talking. "So it looks like its a lateral luxation... or maybe.. hmm." "I mean either way its dislocated," a voice interrupts her musings. "Well yes," she begins, "but knowing what kind of dislocation it is will help us set it back correctly." "Whatever dawg. I've got the K here whenever its ready." The doll opens its eyes and takes the rolled up dollar bill its offered. It makes a motion sort of like blowing a kiss. ASL for 'thanks'. The woman smiles as the doll exhales, brings the bill to its nose, and hits a line of powder. It settles back in the chair and nods, closing its eyes once more. It waits for the K to kick in as the voices continue deliberating. "Okay so you ready?" The first voice asks. The doll nods again. "Okay so what I need you to do," the voice continues, addressing woman to her left, "Is I need you to hold its arm steady while I do this. Just grab here" she says, as she demonstrates, "and here. Understood?" "Yep." the woman pipes up, quiet until then. "Okay well hold it steady." "Uh-huh" The four pairs of hands together cradle the dolls forearm and elbow, a tight knot of limbs. "Alright. Here we go." The first try doesn't work perfectly. Eventually, through work only slightly more careful and dignified than jamming, ramming, prodding and banging, the doll is shaking out its arm, with most of its range of motion restored. "Thank you" it says, to no one in particular. "Hey, no problem" says the girl who cut the doll a line. "Its what friends are for. Or something like that anyways. You uh. You stay safe though. That was kinda freaky." In the kitchen, the woman who held the dolls arm in place is retching into the sink. "Sorry," she begins, panting a little bit. "I just... really don't like it when bones move around like that." "Apologies," is all the doll says. "Hey," The woman begins, a little pale. "Could you grab me a coke? I think my blood sugar is low..." The doll replies as it swiftly rises from its seat. "Of course."