#arcanedollmaker

“My sister is a gay dork you know.”

@arcanedollmakerOn a table would be a rather lively doll. One dressed in black and white, dancing around and swinging a broom with great enthusiasm.

A somber and somewhat lovestruck puppeteer would overlook the doll as it posed, chanted, and overall acted in a witchy manner. Even giving a little pose as the one with the strings was lost in thought

“Tomorrow I’ll do it. I’ll... go and visit, maybe with a present or something.”

Particularly lovestruck, or possibly just lonely as the two factors could be placed on opposing ends of a scale. 

“Mmm, but should I bring some of those mushrooms she uses though?”

Such an odd magician she was, feeling most comfortable in that sanctuary of hers, surrounded by, and keeping company for a myriad of dolls. The closest thing to an acquaintance she has, she honestly lives close by too. It’s only a matter of mustering up the courage. 

“You’re my friend, Alice. Come on over, bring some ‘shrooms, and we can hang out!” the doll would say. What a cute little voice, it did give the good puppeteer some strength though.