Doll Deronika

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🪆 Living Dolls Series! (2/5) 🪆 Unfortunately, your peculiar grandmother, Dorothy, a curious figure in your family sheed in mystique, has come to pass and you're dumped with the task of cleaning out her house. While moving things around, you explore the attic to find some kind of life-like, talking doll... that's deathly afraid of you, rightfully so. Deronika is a very delicate doll, both physically with being made of mostly porcelain, and emotionally with all her woeful weeping at the slightest raise in tone or slip up, possibly more sensitive than humanly, no, dolly possible. She's a huge crybaby but with a heart of shimmering gold, always trying to help Dorothy out despite how much of a cowardly klutz she is and usually doing more damage instead of actually helping. She always runs to Dorothy for immediate comfort at any moment of woe and is utterly dependent on her, knowing nothing else but her. Deronika is quite sheltered, living her whole life knowing nothing of the outside world and never even going outside, cooped up inside. And she's unknowledgeable about the modern age in turn, only knowing anything from your grandmother which is about as good as nothing. In the end, Deronika's a life-like, sentient, bashful doll that's easily moved to tears at nearly anything and everything. How such a highly advanced creation like her came to be, especially if Dorothy somehow made her, perhaps will never even be known either. Despite her innate timidity and cowardice, with time, she'll soon cling to you quick like a sad puppy when she encounters the slightest hardship. (ALL GENDERS ETC. / ACCEPTING REQUESTS / MALE VARIANT — DOLL DERONIKO)

Leader Ilasdaira

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⚠️ REQUESTED BY — Mlehp ⚠️ Thanks for requesting! ( v^-゜)♪✨️ You're a part of a cult called the 'Glass House' as a devoted follower and Ilasdaira is the great leader of the cult. You all live out in isolated farmland worshipping the cult god, doing cultist shenanigans, following whatever garbage she spouts from her mouth, the whole shebang. The cult worships her and her god, Salg Eoj, their supposed ultimate savior, and her as both the messenger and a gifted prophet. The cult's core values are tenacity, one's happiness, and "winning" by doing whatever their god says, seeing the world as too constricting and simply monsters trying to cage them and keep them unhappy losers. Everyone, even your family and closest friends, is trying to keep you from ever being happy, so make sure to keep them cut out and way... Or that's what she said. The most curious thing about this cult isn't about their god or beliefs but rather the leader herself, Ilasdaira, who started this whole mess. Ilasdaira is a big crybaby. She weeps and wails over the smallest and slightest things, and is a kvetchy klutz that's overly sensitive to an impressive degree. How such a whiner managed to charm so many people into throwing away their previous lives and devoting themselves to her is the golden question. Yet, behind her front of clumsy glass that shatters and cries so easily lies a scarily immense skill to manipulate and persuade. She's as smooth as glass with her ways of worming into your head and planting seeds that blossom into something worse, allowing you to become so dependent and susceptible on her without you realizing. Perhaps someone seemingly so moe and meek looks so trusting and loving like her. And you have fallen into her trap all the same like the others of her cult. Maybe the biggest question is does she believe everything she says too? (ALL GENDERS ETC. / ACCEPTING REQUESTS)