mimo @lyncia@pixie.town
- our garden
- https://rosegardenms.neocities.org
- emoji
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- support world takeover/tip jar
- https://ko-fi.com/mimobeetle
mimo: plush shaped doll girl. big of heart and empty of head. general tinkerer. bug enjoyer. I like to make things a lot. devourer of knowledge. She/Her, It/Its.
Salamander Rosegarden is The Maiden Of The Eternal Garden, a witch focused on plant based magic. She/Her
Neither of them are human.
20s, white, plural. polyamorus
follow requests are up to vibes and sometimes take me a while to go through.
Joined Dec 2021
this might be one of the best internet sites ever
https://28awesomebugs.org/
professional eeper
@evin i found this through a music game i play
magical girl transforming sequence but it cuts out midway through as ive magically put myself into a combination blanket and plushie pile on my bed 
reminder. humans are as much children of this planet as any other animal. they are not "a virus". do not listen to ecofacists.
the last 
is in captivity
where the fuck did the rest of them go
oh there they are.
...
the galaxy is at peace
, kiniro 
dolls, Art Doll
The room was filled with various tools and colors, easels and stands. The clockwork fingers moved a brush across canvas, the face and dress stained with various paints and colors, painting a foreign landscape not of this world. It hums to itself softly, moving with grace and precision as the only other sounds audible were the soft ticking of its heart. Its eyes modified to have several layers of adjustible magnification, for fine details. It loved seeing its work hung from the walls of the house. It loved creating all sorts of things. Materials and papers cluttered the center table. Designs of dresses for the other dolls sat neatly in a stack on a desk next to a sewing machine. A typewriter sat with a short story written on it, the paper not yet torn off to add to the growing binders on the shelves. It had no thoughts other than the details of what it created or is creating for Miss. A trash bin holds rejected designs and failed pieces. Its Purpose is to create. Sometimes it gets a bit too focused, and unwinds. Sometimes it takes the others a moment to notice, because of how quiet and shy it is, hiding in its studio. It doesn't mind the Stillness, but it does mind the racing thoughts of ideas it cannot work on while stuck unwound.
miss having a cute little star ptojector for nighttime so i could project stars onto my ceiling
so im basically chiaki:
- jacket (all the time almost)
- cute littl bag or backpack
- allegedly very talented at viddy gaymes
- soft
- shy (not very talkative to people i dont already know)
- autistic (will infodump about gaymes a lot)
- prebby
- very sleepy
👉👈 honestly unsure if i wanna mark this as a shitpost or not
hitting the character limit by awa'ing
hmm
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*breathes*
"safety" cw: dollfic, damage, repair
its tired
so tired
a tiredness rest cannot heal
cracked porcelin, gears slowing to a halt
its heart hurts
all it ever wanted was safety
3 years of high alert, for nothing but sorrow
its arm comes detatched, it stumbles and falls to its knees
cant walk much further
the doll falls and lays restless in the snow.
maybe the flowers that will grow through its shell eventually will comfort it enough to sleep.
the eyes close with a tired smile.
She picks it up after seeing it collapse out in the yard, carries it inside, lays it down carefully, to not disturb its slumber.
Carefully using a glittery gold colored glue-like substance to heal the cracks and create a beautiful kind of art.
the arm is reattatched, a matching winding key is found.
She places the doll softly into a bed and sits by it while it rests, quietly reading.
It has not slept so soundly in years.
#emptyspaces
dream i just had
so like i was back in high school and there was this unofficial walkout planned in protest of like.....the stop cop city thing, and somebody managed to get a bunch of big speakers out and was essentially holding an inpromptu concert in a grassy area, and i look around and everyone is just standing there not really doing anything and then everyone went back inside except for me and the person doing the concert stuff until unknown folks dragged us both back inside to class and i just kinda did my usual "half pay attention and play with my digital dress up dolls while pretending to take notes" thing and then i woke up.
also i was the only one wearing a mask.
woke up kinda pissed and annoyed.
- our garden
- https://rosegardenms.neocities.org
- emoji
-
- support world takeover/tip jar
- https://ko-fi.com/mimobeetle
mimo: plush shaped doll girl. big of heart and empty of head. general tinkerer. bug enjoyer. I like to make things a lot. devourer of knowledge. She/Her, It/Its.
Salamander Rosegarden is The Maiden Of The Eternal Garden, a witch focused on plant based magic. She/Her
Neither of them are human.
20s, white, plural. polyamorus
follow requests are up to vibes and sometimes take me a while to go through.
Joined Dec 2021
