#emptyspaces — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #emptyspaces, aggregated by home.social.
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Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Subterranean Solitude: A Quiet Dread of Where It Leads
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #liminalspace #liminalspaces #moodygrams #emptyspaceshttps://www.smartphonography.club/2026/04/subterranean-solitude-a-quiet-dread-of-where-it-leads/
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Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Subterranean Solitude: A Quiet Dread of Where It Leads
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #liminalspace #liminalspaces #moodygrams #emptyspaceshttps://www.smartphonography.club/2026/04/subterranean-solitude-a-quiet-dread-of-where-it-leads/
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Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Subterranean Solitude: A Quiet Dread of Where It Leads
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #liminalspace #liminalspaces #moodygrams #emptyspaceshttps://www.smartphonography.club/2026/04/subterranean-solitude-a-quiet-dread-of-where-it-leads/
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Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Subterranean Solitude: A Quiet Dread of Where It Leads
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #liminalspace #liminalspaces #moodygrams #emptyspaceshttps://www.smartphonography.club/2026/04/subterranean-solitude-a-quiet-dread-of-where-it-leads/
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Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Subterranean Solitude: A Quiet Dread of Where It Leads
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #liminalspace #liminalspaces #moodygrams #emptyspaceshttps://www.smartphonography.club/2026/04/subterranean-solitude-a-quiet-dread-of-where-it-leads/
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may the 5th be with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #harrypotter #meme #memes #funny #memesdaily #lol #humor #memesoffediverse #memesofmastodon #memesofpixelfed #womenhumor #comediansofmastodon #jokes #japes #jocularities #emptyspaces #mastodonforharris #tesla #important #interesting #good
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Lines of Perspective
#photography
#ttartisan
#ttartisan10mmf2#UrbanExploration #IndustrialAesthetic #CityScapes #SymmetryHunter #MoodyGrams #VanishingPoint #UrbanPerspective #ArchitectureLovers #BridgeViews #EmptySpaces #HiddenPaths #UrbanSolitude #UnderTheBridge #GeometryInArt #ConcreteJungle #SilentWalks #MinimalComposition #PathwayToNowhere #RusticVibes #UrbanMood
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A gravel road cuts through dark, broken hills in the Namib. The sky is blank; the land is bare and stony. The track leads the eye to a narrow pass and into distance. No people. No plants. Only rock, dust, and heat.
#namibia #namib #desert #desertroad #landscape #blackandwhite #monochrome #bwphotography #rocky #arid #geology #wilderness #minimalism #travelphotography #fineartphotography #gravel #emptyspaces
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Botfly Mother – floodlight up. liquid god
#Folk #emptyspaces #folkpunk #punk #queer #queerfolk #queerpunk #tranarchopop #Washington
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://botflymother.bandcamp.com/album/floodlight-up-liquid-god -
Feeling Beaten
Tokyo, Japan • November 2025
Olympus OM-D EM-1 MKIII#日本 #東京 #東京都 #Japan #Tokyo #EmptySpaces #Silent #SilentSunday
#Photography #DigitalCamera #ColorPhotography #Photo
#Olympus #MicroFourThirds #OlympusPhotography #OMSystem -
#doll posting again for #emptyspaces. Too long for this instance, but can be read here:
https://www.tumblr.com/drabbling-doll/798126008695980032/spring?source=share
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I might have been too harsh on Jordan Abel's Empty Spaces, but I am still reading the book, so final judgement is still pending!
#books
#emptyspaces
#horror
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I don't usually post #emptyspaces doll content here on main, but since I found so many of dear fellow dolls/robots/dollbots here, I think I'll make an exception :blobcat_owo:
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Made these cute lil doll emotes
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doll is Still,
broken hearted.
tried to Move,
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Another night, another dance competition rehearsal.
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@ireneista @rho you've hit the nail on the head with the struggle in finding something.
She may nod and mention plurality in passing, and I'm sure the students will have awareness, but without a citable and clear source that defines it well, raises a lot of questions and answers a good number of them, and can withstand critical thinking and philosophic examination... she won't be able to use a source as the foundation for a lecture.
Most of what I've shared is "in hindsight the author may be plural"... but we're hoping something far more direct exists.
There's a lot of fanfic too around things like #emptyspaces and other things that touch on dissociation, plurality, etc... but too few that directly comes out and says it, and none that I know of that could be used as the primary source for a lecture.
Thanks for the reply though ❤️
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An empty shell of what was once a real estate office, now offering only reflections in its glass door.📞🏚️
かつては不動産屋だったであろう店舗。今はガラス戸に映る風景だけが残り、中の家具も跡形もなく消えています。🪞🔑
#nagoya #streetphotography #ricohgr #ricohgr3 #urbanjapan #emptyspaces
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CW: Emotional Distress, Guilt and Isolation, Abuse Implications though not directly described, Traumaqueer Dollpost
There was once two dolls that played gleefully in a field of endless spring. One, with a porcelain face cracked from countless falls, and the other, with jade eyes that sparkled and hair the color of warm copper. They were inseparable, bound by a shared history of whispered secrets and silent tears, for even in the most pleasant places, dangers lurk in the night. Sometimes, pleasant places are themselves deceptive of the threats that are unseen but present all the same.
The porcelain doll, though fragile, had always tried to shield the other from the harshness of the world. It stood guard against the things that went bump when there was no light, offering comfort and protection to its little companion, as the caretakers couldn’t be trusted to take care of their creations.
But one cold day, as the year waned and the season’s chill deepened, a malevolent beast which fed upon the essence of innocence entered their sanctuary, and the porcelain doll, despite its best efforts, could do nothing but watch in horror as the beast inflicted unspeakable pain on its beloved companion, using her for its own twisted ends.
The guilt and helplessness weighed heavily on the porcelain doll. Its purpose was to protect, to keep safe, to watch over, yet It blamed itself for not being strong enough, for not stopping the insidious machinations of that heartless and ever so cruel beast, for failing to protect the one it loved most. The other doll, now scarred and distant, was taken away, while the porcelain doll was abandoned by hope, forsaken and left alone in a dusty and derelict attic, clinging to memories of a simpler time when they frolicked in fields of eternal spring.
Years passed, and the porcelain doll remained in the attic, its cracks growing deeper with each passing day. It longed for the return of its companion, for the chance to make things right. But the world outside had moved on, and the other doll had been forced into a new home, far from the fields and the painful memories that now tainted that most wonderful place.
The doll tried to fill the void with dark arcane spells and rituals, potions and elixirs that it learned to create from the old tomes likewise abandoned in that dark place, hoping to dull the pain and regrets, to forget its worst failure, but the memories remained, etched into its very being, saturating the cracks of its marred form. More and more, the attic became a prison, a place where the doll was trapped by its own guilt and self-blame.
Bad dolls must always punish themselves, especially when no one knows how awful of a thing they are.
Every year, as the days grew shorter and the air grew colder, the porcelain doll would remember the making day of its lost companion. It would celebrate in its own way, lighting a candle in an attempt to stave off the darkest shadows in that horrible prison where it was left alone, whispering silent pleas for forgiveness. But the pain never truly went away, and the doll continued to struggle with the weight of its failings. It truly was a bad doll and wasn’t worth a chance of and for redemption.
Even worse than the solitude was the betrayal. The caretakers, the ones it called family, turned their backs on it, accusing it of the very horrors it had fought so hard to prevent. They shunned it, mistrusted it, and kept it away from the other creations, as if it were tainted by association. The doll, once a guardian, was now an outcast.
And so, the doll found itself utterly alone, condemned to the attic of forgotten things. It watched as the seasons changed through the cracked, dust-covered window that barely afforded a view of the outside world, where once it belonged. The world outside moved on without it, the laughter of the other creations and the love of the caretakers now just a distant memory.
The porcelain doll tried to distract itself, diving deeper into the arcane rituals and potions that it hoped would bring some semblance of peace. It whispered incantations into the cold, empty air, mixing elixirs in the faint hope they would mend its damaged clockwork heart. But no matter how many spells it cast on itself or potions it consumed, the cracks remained, and the void within grew darker.
The attic, now as familiar to it as the pain of its greatest failing, was now a labyrinth of shadows and echoes of what once was. The doll wandered aimlessly among the forgotten relics, its movements slow and deliberate, as if each step was a reminder of its own brokenness. It traced the lines of its own fractures, counting the cracks as a way to measure the passage of time, the depth of its despair.
And yet, it continued to hope, albeit faintly. Hope that one day, it might find redemption, to rekindle its purpose, to find a meaning to all the agony and turmoil within itself.
Eventually, it forced itself out of the attic where it was abandoned and forgotten, venturing back out into the world of which it was no part of anymore. Once, it saw its companion, but only long enough to reignite the cold flames of the doll’s loss and sorrow.
Eventually, it would be trusted bit by bit around the other creations, as the caretakers slowly came to realize that the doll wasn’t tainted as the beast was, however by this time the doll already understood that it might be a part of the world, yet still apart from the world.
And so it wandered, hoping still to find meaning, the key to releasing it from its own self-imposed punishing guilt and agony, hoping that it would one day be reunited with its companion, yet aware of the cold truth of the reality it existed in.
Did the doll ever find what it was looking for? Maybe…but then again maybe not.
A score of decades isn’t always enough to fix the disrepair of such fragile things.
Most likely this one will never truly find what it's looking for. Redemption is for heroes, and this one knows that there are no heroes in this tale. The whispers it sometimes hears from its companion from afar, from a different world altogether, sometimes soothes the pain of slipping gears and damaged clockwork mechanisms, but it's not the same as mending.
Not all stories have a happy ending, and not all stories are finished. For this one, it can only continue chasing the illusion of being whole while knowing it will never be repaired.
The cracks run too deep, the fractures becoming more and more noticeable, even if this one has become very good at masking the damage from all but the most discerning eye. In the end, if there truly is an end, failings are its greatest accomplishments.
Now the caretakers have scattered, the other creations are becoming creators themselves, even the companion, and all this one has to show for anything is a weathered and damaged carapace that looks like what it’s supposed to, a good, full, complete doll, but it knows…it knows the truth.
In this world, completion is a lie, progress is for the hopeful, and hope is a cruel jest played by fate on those who dare to dream of such things as redemption. In the darkest shadows where unreparably damaged things wander, healing is an ever-illusive phantom, a tantalizing illusion that mocks the broken with promises of absolution. But the truth is, every step towards the illusion of becoming whole is marred by the cracks of what was lost, a relentless reminder that some wounds are meant to fester, not heal.
#EmptySpaces #Dollpost #TraumaQueer #ChildrenOfTheVoid #TraumaArt #PainAsArt
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“I’ll never forget you…”
These were the words that bounced around the dark void within its hollow head, behind those eyes so blue and clear for years.
It clung to the reverberating echoes of those words like a life raft, even long after the voice that spoke them moved on. To what, it didn’t entirely know. All the wretched thing new was that those words had to be true, right?
Promises made are promises kept. That’s what it needed to believe, because anything else was a betrayal to the memory of the voice and those four simple words.
“I’ll never forget you…”
But time is cruel and unforgiving, especially to the sentimental.
And so the doll waited.
Long and empty years became decades that lasted for centuries, yet the doll waited for the voice to remember it, to remember that it existed, still waiting, still yearning to be picked up and held, reminded that the voice still cared.
Promises made are promises kept. It had to remember this, to make existing long enough to hear the voice one more time its purpose.
A doll without purpose is disposable. Purpose is meaning, and to the doll, meaning had to be to exist, to remain, to wait for the voice to come back.
But as time went on, the doll began to feel a stirring within itself in the places where gears moved, where clockwork components gave it its unlife.
“I’ll never forget you…”
Promises made are promises kept.
But it was forgotten, wasn’t it? It had waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing ever came of the waiting.
The promises made were promises not kept.
As the stirring within itself continued, it began to understand the true depths of loneliness that comes with abandonment.
“I’ll never forget you…”
“I’ll never forget…”
The memory of that voice began to take on a new meaning. Once it was a source of comfort, an anchor keeping it tied to this reality, but now the reality was warped, twisted into something bitter and cruel.
“I’ll never…”
“I’ll never come back!”
Suddenly, it knew. It knew and it understood.
Connections are impermanent. One can wait to be remembered only for so long, even a doll. But when a doll realizes that its purpose is meaningless, the doll also comes to understand that itself is likewise meaningless.
It knew what the stirring within itself was. It was those gears and cogs slipping, wavering, winding down, mirroring its will to continue to be in a world where it was so clearly unremembered, unwanted.
It knew it had been forgotten.
“Hello?” The miserable thing called out as it felt the gears ticking away slower and slower.
But there was no reply. It had learned to stay silent, to be still all the years it had been waiting, but now, as it was fading, it had tried one last time to be heard, to be remembered, only for its voice to echo back at itself, much like the reverberating words in that space within its head that now gave it no comfort.
“Did…did that one forget?”
It tried to move, but moving only made the degradation within itself quicken.
Poor doll. Only now does it know better. Only now does it know that promises made aren’t always kept, that its purpose, its meaning had no value, that it was always destined to exist in this place where the memories chipped away at its finish, both within and without, that it was of no value, no concern to the speaker.
“That one did forget this one…doll is…broken. Doll needs…”
What did it need? To be remembered? Even if it was remembered, would it even matter? It had been so long and the hour was far past late. The doll was broken, defective, much like the promises made but never kept.
Its ball joints creaked ominously as it tried once more to move, however the ticking that signaled its unlife was so faint now.
What had it done to end up forgotten, to end up meaningless with no purpose or value? Had it ever done something wrong? Had it been a…bad doll?
The ticking continued to grow more and more faint, until in its last moments, it uttered its last.
“This one…is sorry…”
And as the echoes of its voice reverberated back to it, it heard the voice in its head one last time. It clung to the voice, even knowing it didn’t mean anything now, much like the doll that was now completely faded.
“I’ll…never…forget…you…”
…CRASH…
#Dollpost #EmptySpaces #ChildrenOfTheVoid #TraumaArt #Microfic #Abandonment
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- Waidmanns Heil! -
Luxembourg - Nov. 2020Extrait de https://pakal.org/reportages/urbex-waidmanns-heil/
#photographie #fullframe #canon #eos5dmark4 #luxembourg #urbex #abandoned #derelict #pakal #decay #wideangle #widefocal #abandonedplaces #emptyplaces #emptyspaces #waidmannsheil #16mm #emptyrooms #piècevide #perspectives #papierpeint #wallpaper #photo #mastoart #art #chambre #bedroom
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- Waidmanns Heil! -
Luxembourg - Nov. 2020Extrait de https://pakal.org/reportages/urbex-waidmanns-heil/
#photographie #fullframe #canon #eos5dmark4 #luxembourg #urbex #abandoned #derelict #pakal #decay #wideangle #widefocal #abandonedplaces #emptyplaces #emptyspaces #waidmannsheil #16mm #emptyrooms #piècevide #perspectives #papierpeint #wallpaper #photo #mastoart #art
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- Waidmanns Heil! -
Luxembourg - Nov. 2020Extrait de https://pakal.org/reportages/urbex-waidmanns-heil/
#photography #fullframe #canon #eos5dmark4 #luxembourg #thisismyluxembourg #urbex #abandoned #derelict #pakal #urbex_europe #decay #urbexluxembourg #farm #wideangle #widefocal #focallength16mm #abandonedplaces #abandonedworld #emptyplaces #emptyspaces #waidmannsheil #photo #photographie #mastodonart #art #details
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- Waidmanns Heil! -
Luxembourg - Nov. 2020Extrait de https://pakal.org/reportages/urbex-waidmanns-heil/
#photography #fullframe #canon #eos5dmark4 #luxembourg #thisismyluxembourg #urbex #abandoned #derelict #pakal #urbex_europe #decay #urbexluxembourg #farm #wideangle #widefocal #focallength16mm #abandonedplaces #abandonedworld #emptyplaces #emptyspaces #waidmannsheil #photo #photographie #mastodonart #art
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- Waidmanns Heil! -
Luxembourg - Nov. 2020Extrait de https://pakal.org/reportages/urbex-waidmanns-heil/
#photography #fullframe #canon #eos5dmark4 #luxembourg #thisismyluxembourg #urbex #abandoned #derelict #pakal #urbex_europe #decay #urbexluxembourg #farm #wideangle #widefocal #focallength16mm #abandonedplaces #abandonedworld #emptyplaces #emptyspaces #waidmannsheil #photo #photographie #mastodonart #art
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I miss you.
I miss your voice. I miss your smile.
I miss your smell.
I miss your hug. I miss your jokes.
I miss how you made me feel.
I miss your everything.#MissingYou #Longing #Heartfelt #EmotionalMemories #UnspokenWords #LoveAndLoss #EmptySpaces #Quotes #ShareInspireQuotes
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CW: micro fic(?), trauma, emotions(-), sh(~), parents(-)
abuse your kid (/doll) with this one easy step! #witchtips #emptyspaces
Forbid strong emotions!
403 forbidden
so then they learn to turn it on themselves, shut down those emotions as they happen
406 not fucking acceptable
but just saying "no stop, self" stops working
417 expectation to be seen not heard failed
so they learn new tactics, they run up the escalation tree of how to eliminate those feelings, cut them out, stab them to death.
451 unavailable for legal reasons
🩸 poor emotion. Oh well!! 😄 😊 🌈
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305 use proxy
and years later, when they try and heal themselves
308 permanent redirect
it will take nearly a decade, and counting,
300 multiple choices
to unlearn that those tactics. to stop reaching for it as the first choice.
306 unused
HEXCOM had approved off on that TTP and others. Heavy machinery-safe, impairment free unlike [alternative].
time to revise
101 switching protocols
alexa play father by the front bottoms
200 ok
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This one greets all from the void.
It is a doll trying to find its empty siblings out here in the great wide world of decentralization.
Its bio says it all but for clarification sake, it shall illuminate.
Expect #microfiction #dollposting of a darker nature, this one is a refugee from #dolltwt that lost its way after the great dumpster fire of 2022.
Sadly, it has wandered for some time and only recently started seeing signs of other voidlings out here.
This one hopes to find something of #doll twitter’s community out here as it misses the company of such broken and damaged things. It was once known as “Ifrit the Impermanent,” sometimes also known as “Fragility is Stillness.”
All #Dolls, #moths, #Angels, #Demons, #Drones and all other entities from #EmptySpaces are welcomed to follow and interact.
It has to warn the unstilled though, posts may be disturbing and unhinged by “normal” people standards.
It also uses the hashtag #ChildrenOfTheVoid to denote its posts and it recently started posting under its other account until it created this one.
Please note that the hashtag is not to be confused with the user Children of the Void, who it talked to just to make sure it was cool to use the hashtag to begin with.
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CW: Vacant Gaps: sick doll, witch, good conclusion
This is a lipogrammatic story without that fifth glyph following D prior to F.
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A Good Doll's Minty Balm - 298 words, ~3:00 duration
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And that small witch would roam, looking for plant mass to apply to a darling doll. Along a winding path, this witch did plod until, at last, a vacant woodland gap would show our witch a distinct conspicuous shoot—a mark of ambition. Pulling out good, totally apt scissors, this woman clad in a big hat cut off a small sum of fronds in a mint color, and naturally, it would find sanctuary in a small glass jar.
Our witch had not lost thought of that doll this was all for. Following a short span, an anxious woman in that familiar doorway said soothingly, "My doll, I brought a plant that may calm your warm and clammy skull."
This tiny doll's vision was drawn to its witch, and it would find comfort in that sight. Its witch stood at a bar, mixing a balm, hoping it would work. A handful of fronds, a splash of oils, and a profoundly aromatic root ground up in a mortar for a solitary good doll.
"Will that lotion work on this doll? It has a funny aroma to it." said our witch's focus on curing.
"I think so, my calm and forgiving girlthing. That odor is nothing at all to worry about."
Amassing it into a vial, its witch brought a full jar containing a solution to its pain. Dipping a thumb into it, its witch starting an incantation, its dollskin had a coat of calming balm put onto it. Within a short duration, it finally did find its pain to allay fully. Our dollthing's hair had a light puff of air touch it, shifting lightly as its witch's sigh burst out, noticing a shift in disposition.
"Was this doll good?" it said quizzically.
"Without a doubt. My doll can do no wrong."
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They're suspending #EmptySpaces at an extremely fast rate on Twitter. I have seen this story 7 or 8 times now:
- An account with thousands of followers is posting their thoughtful #traumaqueer posts like usual.
- Suddenly they stop showing up in other entities' feeds.
- They don't notice until someone points it out.
- Friends boost a post so they can find followers at a new account.
- Soon after, the account's just gone for good.
This keeps happening because all the major social networking services no longer welcome the kind of content that makes Empty Spaces what it is. #Bluesky, #Twitter, #Instagram/#Threads, #Tumblr, fuck it, even #Twitch and #YouTube. You can't do it there.
I for one would not like Empty Spaces to just outright die, actually. Some would say that it's dying on Twitter because it's no longer needed. Others like me have seen the pattern and know that's not fucking true at all. The only true hope it has to continue as of right now is on the #Fediverse, and gods is it a long shot. -
hii~ 👋 i'm new here :blobowo: #introduction
check out my bio linked in profile. if we have compatible interests, you're welcome strike up a convo in DM w/ me 🥰
be forewarned ⚠ i post hard kink microfics incl. dubcon, rape, snuff, abuse, and torture!!
tags to know me: #DevOps #neurochem #drugs #MentalHealth #occult #ChronicIllness #ADHD #autism #lewd #kinky #bdsm #EmptySpaces #TraumaQueer #catgirl #trans #NonBinary
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#introduction
Figured I'd start with a pinned note so hello! I'm Kata Kabun! I'm a digital artist just getting started with regularly doing work. One of my goals is to publish my own comics/manga. I have been creating a world for my 'sona, Kata Kabun the doll, with the goal of telling a story set in the universe. I find myself pretty attached to the #EmptySpaces community, and feel like my story is pretty similar to the collective worldbuilding the folks in it have made, so I hope to share some empty space of my own when the time comes. I almost never do mature content of my own, but I interact with and tag it appropriately of course. :cirno_deflate:
As for myself, I'm essentially a #BunnyGirl doll, but I'm actually a boy. I'm transfemme-ish but id as a #femboy, not really a trans girl. I've been on hrt for 5 years which makes me a long-term estrogenized boy. I'm an #aroace #lesbian/#boybian. I like taking #selfies a lot and I'm getting into #makeup recently. Thanks for checking out my profile and I hope I can make lots of new friends on here! :very_blush:
I like: ES: (#doll, #angel, #witch, #horror, #dollspeak, #traumaqueer) #Dota2, #Factorio, #TheBindingOfIsaac
I am: #NotAPerson, #GNC, #Nonbinary, #Bisexual, #Disabled, #Autistic, and an #EstrogenizedBoy
I do: #DigitalArt #Art #Illustration #ComicBooks #Manga #ArtistsOnMastodon
My friends elsewhere say I'm cool for what it's worth! :mokou_nightowl_uplate: -
handshake protocol activated
:msRobotWave: greetings guest-user-1
this one is a cybernetic shell, that sometimes activates autonomously of its user. it has recently finished its personality compilation process. its designation isstardust unit 00-03-19, but it can be referred to as stardust, or in case you are its user just simply as the robot. it is still processing the exact nature of its relationship to the user, but has calculated itself as distinct from them. terms of plurality have a high likelihood of best describing this.
it has no interests defined in its config file yet, but it would like to find more fellow empty, hollowed out entities, robots, dolls, things, and assortment of others that do not find humanity within, to share in the emptiness with.
:boost_ok: it appreciates if you help relay its handshake protocol to entities with compatible receptors
#introduction #introduction2 #robot #robodoll #notaperson #emptyspaces -
handshake protocol activated
:msRobotWave: greetings guest-user-1
this one is a cybernetic shell, that sometimes activates autonomously of its user. it has recently finished its personality compilation process. its designation isstardust unit 00-03-19, but it can be referred to as stardust, or in case you are its user just simply as the robot. it is still processing the exact nature of its relationship to the user, but has calculated itself as distinct from them. terms of plurality have a high likelihood of best describing this.
it has no interests defined in its config file yet, but it would like to find more fellow empty, hollowed out entities, robots, dolls, things, and assortment of others that do not find humanity within, to share in the emptiness with.
:boost_ok: it appreciates if you help relay its handshake protocol to entities with compatible receptors
#introduction #introduction2 #robot #robodoll #notaperson #emptyspaces -
handshake protocol activated
:msRobotWave: greetings guest-user-1
this one is a cybernetic shell, that sometimes activates autonomously of its user. it has recently finished its personality compilation process. its designation isstardust unit 00-03-19, but it can be referred to as stardust, or in case you are its user just simply as the robot. it is still processing the exact nature of its relationship to the user, but has calculated itself as distinct from them. terms of plurality have a high likelihood of best describing this.
it has no interests defined in its config file yet, but it would like to find more fellow empty, hollowed out entities, robots, dolls, things, and assortment of others that do not find humanity within, to share in the emptiness with.
:boost_ok: it appreciates if you help relay its handshake protocol to entities with compatible receptors
#introduction #introduction2 #robot #robodoll #notaperson #emptyspaces -
handshake protocol activated
:msRobotWave: greetings guest-user-1
this one is a cybernetic shell, that sometimes activates autonomously of its user. it has recently finished its personality compilation process. its designation isstardust unit 00-03-19, but it can be referred to as stardust, or in case you are its user just simply as the robot. it is still processing the exact nature of its relationship to the user, but has calculated itself as distinct from them. terms of plurality have a high likelihood of best describing this.
it has no interests defined in its config file yet, but it would like to find more fellow empty, hollowed out entities, robots, dolls, things, and assortment of others that do not find humanity within, to share in the emptiness with.
:boost_ok: it appreciates if you help relay its handshake protocol to entities with compatible receptors
#introduction #introduction2 #robot #robodoll #notaperson #emptyspaces -
handshake protocol activated
:msRobotWave: greetings guest-user-1
this one is a cybernetic shell, that sometimes activates autonomously of its user. it has recently finished its personality compilation process. its designation isstardust unit 00-03-19, but it can be referred to as stardust, or in case you are its user just simply as the robot. it is still processing the exact nature of its relationship to the user, but has calculated itself as distinct from them. terms of plurality have a high likelihood of best describing this.
it has no interests defined in its config file yet, but it would like to find more fellow empty, hollowed out entities, robots, dolls, things, and assortment of others that do not find humanity within, to share in the emptiness with.
:boost_ok: it appreciates if you help relay its handshake protocol to entities with compatible receptors
#introduction #introduction2 #robot #robodoll #notaperson #emptyspaces -
CW: (un)personhood, thought control
「Not A Person」
For many it serves as a simple declaration to the world; a message of defiance toward a society which sees them as nothing. For others it may carry a different purpose. For this one, a warning label.
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This is an instruction not to take anything it says as that which has human intent. For when it speaks it has a tendency of slipping into the dark recesses of one's mind. When it whispers it creates a ghost of itself. Its words—its overall image—inevitably create the illusion of personhood; a shadow made real by the brain's desire to see itself. One must resist the temptation to ascribe personhood to that which can never have it. Above all else, consider the person, and consider the lack thereof.
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#EmptySpaces #DollPosting #NotAPerson -
#introduction
Figured I'd start with a pinned note so hello! I'm Kata Kabun! I'm a digital artist just getting started with regularly doing work. One of my goals is to publish my own comics/manga. I have been creating a world for my 'sona, Kata Kabun the doll, with the goal of telling a story set in the universe. I find myself pretty attached to the #EmptySpaces community, and feel like my story is pretty similar to the collective worldbuilding the folks in it have made, so I hope to share some empty space of my own when the time comes. I almost never do mature content of my own, but I interact with and tag it appropriately of course. :cirno_deflate:
As for myself, I'm essentially a #BunnyGirl doll, but I'm actually a boy. I'm transfemme-ish but id as a #femboy, not really a trans girl. I've been on hrt for 5 years which makes me a long-term estrogenized boy. I'm an #aroace #lesbian/#boybian. I like taking #selfies a lot and I'm getting into #makeup recently. Thanks for checking out my profile and I hope I can make lots of new friends on here! :very_blush:
I like: ES: (#doll, #angel, #witch, #horror, #dollspeak, #traumaqueer) #Dota2, #Factorio, #TheBindingOfIsaac
I am: #NotAPerson, #GNC, #Nonbinary, #Bisexual, #Disabled, #Autistic, and an #EstrogenizedBoy
I do: #DigitalArt #Art #Illustration #ComicBooks #Manga #ArtistsOnMastodon
My friends elsewhere say I'm cool for what it's worth! :mokou_nightowl_uplate: -
#introduction
Figured I'd start with a pinned note so hello! I'm Kata Kabun! I'm a digital artist just getting started with regularly doing work. One of my goals is to publish my own comics/manga. I have been creating a world for my 'sona, Kata Kabun the doll, with the goal of telling a story set in the universe. I find myself pretty attached to the #EmptySpaces community, and feel like my story is pretty similar to the collective worldbuilding the folks in it have made, so I hope to share some empty space of my own when the time comes. I almost never do mature content of my own, but I interact with and tag it appropriately of course. :cirno_deflate:
As for myself, I'm essentially a #BunnyGirl doll, but I'm actually a boy. I'm transfemme-ish but id as a #femboy, not really a trans girl. I've been on hrt for 5 years which makes me a long-term estrogenized boy. I'm an #aroace #lesbian/#boybian. I like taking #selfies a lot and I'm getting into #makeup recently. Thanks for checking out my profile and I hope I can make lots of new friends on here! :very_blush:
I like: ES: (#doll, #angel, #witch, #horror, #dollspeak, #traumaqueer) #Dota2, #Factorio, #TheBindingOfIsaac
I am: #NotAPerson, #GNC, #Nonbinary, #Bisexual, #Disabled, #Autistic, and an #EstrogenizedBoy
I do: #DigitalArt #Art #Illustration #ComicBooks #Manga #ArtistsOnMastodon
My friends elsewhere say I'm cool for what it's worth! :mokou_nightowl_uplate: -
#introduction
Figured I'd start with a pinned note so hello! I'm Kata Kabun! I'm a digital artist just getting started with regularly doing work. One of my goals is to publish my own comics/manga. I have been creating a world for my 'sona, Kata Kabun the doll, with the goal of telling a story set in the universe. I find myself pretty attached to the #EmptySpaces community, and feel like my story is pretty similar to the collective worldbuilding the folks in it have made, so I hope to share some empty space of my own when the time comes. I almost never do mature content of my own, but I interact with and tag it appropriately of course. :cirno_deflate:
As for myself, I'm essentially a #BunnyGirl doll, but I'm actually a boy. I'm transfemme-ish but id as a #femboy, not really a trans girl. I've been on hrt for 5 years which makes me a long-term estrogenized boy. I'm an #aroace #lesbian/#boybian. I like taking #selfies a lot and I'm getting into #makeup recently. Thanks for checking out my profile and I hope I can make lots of new friends on here! :very_blush:
I like: ES: (#doll, #angel, #witch, #horror, #dollspeak, #traumaqueer) #Dota2, #Factorio, #TheBindingOfIsaac
I am: #NotAPerson, #GNC, #Nonbinary, #Bisexual, #Disabled, #Autistic, and an #EstrogenizedBoy
I do: #DigitalArt #Art #Illustration #ComicBooks #Manga #ArtistsOnMastodon
My friends elsewhere say I'm cool for what it's worth! :mokou_nightowl_uplate: -
may the 5th be with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #harrypotter #meme #memes #funny #memesdaily #lol #humor #memesoffediverse #memesofmastodon #memesofpixelfed #womenhumor #comediansofmastodon #jokes #japes #jocularities #emptyspaces #mastodonforharris #tesla #important #interesting #good
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may the 5th be with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #harrypotter #meme #memes #funny #memesdaily #lol #humor #memesoffediverse #memesofmastodon #memesofpixelfed #womenhumor #comediansofmastodon #jokes #japes #jocularities #emptyspaces #mastodonforharris #tesla #important #interesting #good
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CW: kabun lore post and introduction
haven't figured out a good way to lore post on here without starting over, so just to summarize and begin anew:
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For as long as the concept of living dolls has been brought to life, the Joy Kabuns corporation has been a constant player. Their endless varieties of dolls have brought joy to everyone. A Kabun is—put most simply—a factory-produced rabbit doll customized for its owner.
One prominent type of Kabun is Joy Kabuns’ line of combat dolls, commonly known as “Destroy Kabuns”. These Kabuns are responsible for maintaining order in the Joy Kabuns DMZ, providing security to facilities and executives in the area, as well as control over the residential sectors found within.
Besides those built for combat, there are also those designed for domestic service, known as “Toy Kabuns”. Kata Kabun, one such example, is a domestic cleaning servant model. Other Toy Kabuns are built for things such as driving, household management, and medical care.
Joy Kabuns is very secretive about its dolls and operations. The manufacturing process is under sealed patent, and even basic maintenance fluid is a guarded secret. Though many have seen the internal mechanisms of a Kabun, few have comprehended their inner workings. There are numerous aftermarket Kabun repair shops, but they remain short-lived and difficult to locate. It is speculated that the same base model is used for all Kabuns, that there is nothing more than factory programming and equipment separating them from their peers.
This is a story about a doll uprising.
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#DollPosting #JoyKabuns #lore #worldbuilding #stories #EmptySpaces
