"Let me make you beautiful"

thekillerwithasmile:

thekillerwithasmile:

Lost two more followers. Is it over my personal posts? If so I’m sorry.

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Thank you, my friend.

// :3 Tis nothing~<3


RP with the-doll-maker-vine

the-twisted-puppeteers:

the-doll-maker-vine:

The frigid air seemed to swept over him as he lay on the cold harsh pavement, starring up at the star filled sky. It was cold, he felt cold…

His hands were meekly at his right side as he laid there, his shirt bloody. His breathing was shallow as his slender fingers pressed against the bloody wound at his side. His hands were a bit shaky, his body mostly unmoving as he lay there weakly.

How much blood had he lost while just laying there, starring at the sky?

He was certainly in rough shape. His shirt was a bit tattered and a dark bruise had formed upon his left cheek.

He had been attacked once again while traveling to close to the forest paths. This encounter was worse however. Vine had somehow been lucky enough to get away again but he hadn’t gotten far before he collapsed and ended up just laying here in the empty street.

How long had he been laying here? He was unsure, he had been drifting in and out of consciousness.

He continued to stare at the sky even as he heard footsteps approach him. He didn’t move, even if whatever was approaching was a threat he could not defend himself in this state.

He remained in his sort of trance like state until the figure appeared to loom over him and spoke.

At first the words just drones though his ears, not really processing, it was just garbled sound that matched his currently blurred vision.

He opened his mouth to respond though he did not hear the question. However words did not leave him but instead he winced as he coughed, blood staining his tips and tricking down his chin.

He was at the mercy of whoever had found him.

Aaron frowned,   realizing just how badly the man had been injured.   “   You require medical attention  immediately,   this much is very certain… “    he thought,  sighing softly.   “  Well then,  I shall provide it for you.  “      He then picked up the other male,   having a bit of trouble at first since the other was quite tall,  like himself.   ”   You should just consider yourself lucky I have no vile intentions towards you.   I know there are plenty out there who certainly would.  “   the puppeteer  mumbled,   carrying the other towards the manor and ignoring the fact that his white tail coat would now become bloodstained as the wind began to pick up,  causing the black cape he wore to billow behind him as he walked.

Vine kept his hands at his side and winced as the stranger picked him up. He didn’t like to be touched, especially by men, but he had no choice in the matter right now and he really did need medical help.

He murmured something but getting out intelligent speech was still difficult for him as he was on the edge of unconsciousness once again. He had lost a lot of blood.

He closed his eye, letting out a weak sound. He would have to trust the stranger would be of help to him.


RP with the-doll-maker-vine

the-twisted-puppeteers:

It was a dark,  yet peaceful evening as footsteps echoed throughout the street,   crunching against the pavement.   They belonged to the (  seemingly harmless  )   toy maker,    Aaron the Puppeteer,   who was out for a stroll just like any other night.   In his hand he carried the small marionette his mother had made for him back when he was still a child.   “  It seems unusually quiet tonight,  Lilly… “     he muttered under his  breath,   talking to the doll.   It was nothing  out of the ordinary for him,   as the blonde had been interacting with her for years out of loneliness.   Not that he was lonely anymore,   but he still considered the puppet a friend despite the fact that she was inanimate.    “   Yes,   I know and I apologize for that.   I’ve just been very busy lately.  “  he continued,  looking around the area as he continued to walk.   However,   Aaron quickly took notice of something on the ground,   causing him to pause.    “   Is that…? “     Aaron asked himself,  his eyes widening a little.     Yes,  it was in fact blood.    He remained silent,  walking past it and looking to the other side.    There was a man,  with long ,  uncombed  black hair  on the ground.   He appeared to have been wounded very severely,   causing the puppeteer to immediately grow concerned.   He ran over to the other,  standing over him.   “    Sir, are you alright?  “   he asked.   Yes,  he knew it was a stupid question,   but he was more focused on receiving a response.

The frigid air seemed to swept over him as he lay on the cold harsh pavement, starring up at the star filled sky. It was cold, he felt cold…

His hands were meekly at his right side as he laid there, his shirt bloody. His breathing was shallow as his slender fingers pressed against the bloody wound at his side. His hands were a bit shaky, his body mostly unmoving as he lay there weakly.

How much blood had he lost while just laying there, starring at the sky?

He was certainly in rough shape. His shirt was a bit tattered and a dark bruise had formed upon his left cheek.

He had been attacked once again while traveling to close to the forest paths. This encounter was worse however. Vine had somehow been lucky enough to get away again but he hadn’t gotten far before he collapsed and ended up just laying here in the empty street.

How long had he been laying here? He was unsure, he had been drifting in and out of consciousness.

He continued to stare at the sky even as he heard footsteps approach him. He didn’t move, even if whatever was approaching was a threat he could not defend himself in this state.

He remained in his sort of trance like state until the figure appeared to loom over him and spoke.

At first the words just drones though his ears, not really processing, it was just garbled sound that matched his currently blurred vision.

He opened his mouth to respond though he did not hear the question. However words did not leave him but instead he winced as he coughed, blood staining his tips and tricking down his chin.

He was at the mercy of whoever had found him.


jane-the-killer-richardson asked:
"Vine..? May I ask you something..?" the woman asked as she approached her friend, her expression appearing to be exhausted and upset. Not only that, but her pale cheeks were puffy and red from crying. She had no one else to go to at this point, she had to have Vine tell her something. He wouldn't lie to her, right?

jane-the-killer-richardson:

the-doll-maker-vine:

the-doll-maker-vine:

Vine looked to the pale woman, his friend. He smiled a bit upon first seeing her, having not seen her sense Noahs death. His smile soon faded however once seeing her puffy read cheeks.  He blinked, worried “Of course Miss Jane, what’s troubling you?” He asked, concern in his tone.

Vine took in her words, feeling bad for her, for all it seems she has gone through with her sons.

"A bad mother..? I don’t understand how you could be…I never knew my mother…so…I am not sure what a mother is supposed to do to make their child happy…but I suppose it’s not too different from what a father is supposed to do to make his child happy…Miss Jane I still don’t see how you could be a bad mother. You are there for your children, you care for them, tend to them. I don’t think just because Noah may have problems with his life that it makes you a bad mother. Your other son, Cain, I don’t think a child could truly hate their parents…I could be wrong I suppose…but I certainly don’t think you could possibly be a bad mother. Next to Svetlana you are the most kind person I have met and I don’t know how such a kind person could do any ill by their children." He told her.

Jane shook her head. “Vine, I thought I could never have kids… When I was pregnant, I was absolutely thrilled… But… I wonder if it would have been better if I couldn’t… Then my kids wouldn’t have had to suffer…” It seemed that Jane was nearly completely convinced that she was a bad mother. She knew Vine probably wouldn’t be able to comfort her, but she just had to let these emotions out, they had been held in for far too long already.

"But Miss Jane…not everything is your fault. You didn’t ask for all of those bad things to happen to them…My dad didn’t ask…" He shook his head. " My Father was a good man….and you are a good woman, a good Mother. You love them dearly, I can see that, and that is proof you are a good mother. I am sure your sons love you no matter what happens. Besides you should not have such doubts, such dark thoughts. The past is the past, and your sons are here now. " Vine told her.


the-twisted-puppeteers asked:
( Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to RP )

( ^.^ Sure Sure, we can plot or you can just drop a starter in my inbox if you like!~ )

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askdannyjamesfenton:

Your muse finds mine like this:

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What is your muse’s reaction?


9-stones:


"Actually it was the doctors since the glass had caused sever damage to my eye." She looked at him, wondering how he wasn’t cold. "There’s no need for apologizing about being curious. How are you not cold, sir?" Senka asked and stepped closer to him. ‘If he’s the doll maker, I’ll do my best to get away.’ She thought as she looked at vine. The temperature dropped agin and the light breeze carried the fresh snow around. Senka shivered, the cold was unbearable.

Vine nodded to her as she answered. It was still very curious, he wonder where she had obtained the particular eye.

His curiosity was broken by her question. “Oh, well I am quite used to the cold. There is not heat really where I live.” He explained.

The frigid breeze caught hold of Vines long tangles hair, blowing it about him. The wind caused his hair to momentarily stop hiding his face in the dim lighting. It revealed his scars, the stitches, and his own unmoving glass eye.

Vine moved a hand to his dancing hair. The wind took a break and his used his hands an long nails the somewhat brush his hair back into place, wanting his face to be hidden once again, unaware if she saw his morbid features.

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deathisinthetrees:

the-doll-maker-vine:

Vine had never thought of such large concepts. Thoughts of humanity and the growth of the human race as well as societal and political problems they brewed. No, such concepts were honestly foreign to him. He knew nothing of government really, nothing of how it was to be a functional member of society. He didn’t even know how to drive a car or use a cell phone.

Vine was not stupid, he was ignorant. There was indeed a difference. Ignorance is not the same as stupidity for ignorance is to lack knowledge at no fault of your own. Normally for ignorance to exist in such a day and age was astonishing considering the rise in technology and easy access to information the general population had.

However Vine was still ignorant. He never finished any kind of schooling. He lost his father at only age nine and was held captive by a cruel criminal who was involved with many sorts of organized crime including the child slave trade. Once Vine escaped his captivity he was on his own, living on the streets. He had never gone to the police or anyone for help for he feared he would go to jail for killing Gier, his captor. 

Vine knew nothing of the problems that plagued the world for he had only ever focused on making beautiful dolls…

Though he had the body of a man he was very much like a child.

"Our world is choking…?" He thought about this. He didn’t like the idea of something happening to the world he lived in. Such an idea went against the perfect reality he had created for himself. So because of this he decided to filter out or basically ignore that part of what she had said. 

He shook his head a bit. “Yeah…I’ve met bad humans…I guess you could call them pests. I wish they didn’t exist….” He said, letting more of his bangs,if you could call the long locks that, fall into his face, not just hiding the glass eye but the other as well.

Bad humans. The idea of bad humans brought Gier to mind…

Vine seemed to be uncomfortable again, a bit less relaxed. It was not because of Drathenia this time though. He seemed fidgety as his hands moved together, nervously picking at his long and jagged unkempt nails.

“Yes it is my dear. It is being smothered by your race. Like a weed strangling a tree as it leeches off it’s very being.” Drathenia stated, her voice as hardened and cold as her face.
The amount of species she had seen fall to the greed of humans was now beyond her memory. Entire races had been crushed beneath their trampling feet and hidden under layers of concrete and brick. Even now when they could see they were the cause of extinction, they continued on.
There was no room for such creatures, and yet they occupied the majority of land, and had even ventured into the water and sky. Like a cancer they would spread.
“That is what I am trying to do my dear, eradicate them.” She murmured lowly.
Though she did not tend to discriminate when it came down to hunting, sometimes Drathenia would find herself seeking out particular scents of human. The sour scent of death followed humans, corruption with its bitter tang. Such scents were not uncommon amongst humans, within the cities it was almost over whelming. Around every corner, in every nook and cranny, there would be one. Humans with such scents would be given a little more attention and care compared to the others.
Vines change in body language did not evade Drathenia’s eyeless gaze, his face hidden behind a veil of black hair and scrabbling fingers brought a mix of curiosity and perhaps even a flicker of concern to ignite within her cold core.
Hesitantly she reached out, hooking a long claw beneath the locks the fell over his face and parted his hair much like a curtain. Being so close to a human without the murderous intent was something that was quite foreign to her, it made her hands itch and tingle and her throat tighten. All the same, she continued on.
“Why do you hide your face dear?” She asked, studying his scarred face and stared into the blue and pink eyes. It was an amusing question to her, considering she too hid her own eyes. However she had her own reasons for hiding them. The less features upon her face meant the less for a human to relate to. Eyes were too personal for her liking to show. They were far too significant in human perception, too easy to recognize. That was something she would not allow. 

Drathenias words droned in his ears, at this point only half listening. Not out of rudeness but due to his mind now being distracted. Eradicating the human race due to their indecencies and venomous behavior was a concept much to large for Vine to grasp. Or perhaps it was more so that he did not want to grasp it. His view of the world was limited to his life experiences. For him there were three kind of people. Kind and humble people like his Father, people like Gier, and lovely young ladies that he made into perfectly beautiful yet silent dolls.

His mind now however was lost in a state of remembering and trying to forget. He began to lose touch with the conversation as the gears grinned in his mind, trying to close a gate that was letting itself open. His thoughts felt jumbled and twisted. He began to feel a bit claustrophobic, his mouth becoming dry.

By the time Drathenia got to words of eradication Vine was completely detached from the conversation, drowning in ill thoughts and memories, anxiety filling his being.

When she approached and used her claw like hands to part his the hair he hid behind like a mask he flinched, snapping out to the nearly trance like state and back to ‘reality’, well his reality.

He looked to her, his glass eye unmoving and his own showing the reminiscence of his fear, fear like that of a child would wear, looking almost lost. Innocent, yet tainted.

He was quiet a moment as he manage to utter a response to her question, his stormy blue eye somewhat searching her blank facade.

"I…I’m ugly, I’m dirty…" He murmured.

He averted his gaze though did not turn his face from her. He has tried to make himself beautiful. Beautiful and pure like the dolls he made, but he had failed…

Gier made him ugly…


ayato-inverse:

~A Fellow Doll Maker~

On the right is “The Doll Maker” Vine Volikov.

On the left is “Dollmaker” Alistair Lancaster.

The Doll Maker Vine /Art(c): Me ayato-inverse  AyatoNyaa

DollMaker Alistair(c): Kurushimaru


ayato-inverse:

~The Doll Maker~

Some digital practice.
I still need to improve quite a lot.

The Doll Maker/Art(c):Me AyatoNyaa


Anonymous asked:
If I was being hurt....would you save me?

"I uh…well..yes? Who are you?"

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Anonymous asked:
Vine do you know about the website 'Vine'

"…The website Vine…?" He asked, quite confused. He had never even used a computer before nor did he know how to use a phone. Simple ones maybe but certainly not crazy iphones.

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ayato-inverse:

The Doll Maker

Art/Character(c)by Me:AyatoNyaa


ayato-inverse:

~The Doll Maker~

Art by(c): rain-strom-dancer

Character by(c)(me): AyatoNyaa


Anonymous asked:
So what is you favorite season?

"I enjoy the winter. Despite the cold I have always enjoyed how beautiful and pure a fresh coat of snow can look when blanketed over everything in sight. Tis quite lovely."

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