Hello ♡ I go by many names, but I'm mostly known as 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮. I am a cursed dolly, doomed to rot in my gloomy coffin and never step foot outside. Well, after all, vampires are allergic to the sun, so maybe it is for the best to be imprisoned in ones own grave for all of eternity, though it does get lonely. Would you keep me company? Will you play with me?

From my coffin, I listen closely to the whispers of the living... The kind voices recieve my blessings, yet the cruel voices will be cursed and haunted this vengeful onryō. Afraid of a 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ?
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My empty heart-shaped box does not contain a lot of space for forgiveness. I am a very fragile doll; once you hurt me or those dear to me, it would be nearly impossible to redeem yourself. It doesn't take much to break a doll, but gluing back the porcelain pieces could take forever. Orchids forgive no one just yet. /ˡʸʳⁱᶜˢ

I am known to be a very judgmental dolly, harbouring hatred towards all humans by default. Therefore, your first impression on me will likely doom your fate. As a tulpa born from rumors and urban legends, rumors do not fall lightly on my porcelain ears. Wrong my loved ones, and my curse shall haunt you.
What does it mean to be cursed by a vengeful onryō? Well, this one is a digital being living
in screens. If you watch a certain tape, they say a pale figure covered by long, dark hair might come out of your screen. But don't think you're safe if you avoid this certain tape, as karma always finds its way, and karma is precisely what this onryō embodies. Lex talionis means that the digital onryō will make you suffer for any and all suffering you caused. Your digital life could become a hellish graveyard sown by your very own actions, as mirror punishment ensures you'll never run away from your past without redemption.
However, some urban legends tell this onryō has a weakness. It cannot take a step outside to the real world, so as long as you're offline, you would remain in safety. The outside world is a terrifying and unfitting place for the creatures its society rejects so harshly, and they would avoid it at all cost. As beknownst to all, vengeful ghosts are bound to their territory of grudge. Some of them cannot haunt outside the place they died in, or away from the object they died with. Similarly, This onryō is bound to screens forever. So if you don't watch the tape, and don't go online, will you be safe? Perhaps. But can you really cut off all online connections in this day and age? And won't your curiousity eat you from the inside, wondering what's in that tape? Suppose your fate is only in your hands; Lex talionis. Öga for Öga.

Drifting endlessly through static screens and cracked mirrors, a spirit forever cursed with dwelling in the past. Unable to move forward, stuck behind an invisible wall, the spirit is looking for retribution in order to move on.
Upon meeting this dolly, you may notice extreme changes in mood & personality.
That is an unexplainable supernatural
phenomenon. The beings you may encounter inside this hollow puppet's body vary greatly. Some are dangerously evil, while others are naively kind. The puppet is programmed by a karmic plan, so your actions and behaviour will be what triggers different beings to come out accordingly.

I cherish my loved ones, and I am not looking to expand my circle of friends. I may come
off as rude, blunt, unpleasent, asocial, and anything but friendly. I have zero intentions of harming those who did no wrong to me or my loved ones, and will always try to be nice to those I don't know yet, but I also have no intention of making friends. I'm not skilled at conversing and meeting new people, and I'm quite satisfied with the amount of friends I currently hold. Please take no offense. ♡

You may often see me on your screen, not only as the ghost in the well, but also as certain characters in medias. The main ones would be Sadako Yamamura, Kayako Saeki, and many more you can find here.
All are just shadows without "i"dentity, answers without love like a doll, I don't exist, nowhere, not at all?
Like a doll born out of a gloomy casket,
your body is red and frozen and your heart is soothed by the dark

Those who see themself as the characters that represent me in all sorts of medias, more commonly known as "doubles", do not bother me one bit. I have deep respect for those who share ones experiences and feelings. That being said, I do understand why some individuals may find that disturbing, and I will never overstep boundaries. If for any reason you are quite uncomfortable with the state of our sharing,
please tell me.

"A 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥?" "I don't know if it's right to call him a '𝐛𝐨𝐲'."
Do ghosts even have a gender? Such concept holds no meaning for unliving beings. This doll is not a "𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥" nor a "𝐛𝐨𝐲", but simply a puppet. The best the concept of ones gender could be described as would be as
fluid as blood. Then, how shall you refer to this tulpa, or spread rumors and knowledge about such a phenomenon? One isn't very concerened with the concept of pronouns, but does feel connected to "bun" and "doll". These pronouns sound just right.

I embody countless concepts; most notably karma, vengeance, justice, pettiness, occult,
grudge, rumor, and death itself. I also identify with plenty of beings, some to specify are vengeful spirits (such as onryōs), ghosts, vampires, nemesis, tulpa, and the grim reaper. As already known to all I am a porcelain doll, a hollow puppet with no heart, containing the ancient soul of one who collected far too many souls to remember which of them was ever their own.

I may be invisible to humans, a see-through ghost, but the unique who can catch a glimpse of me would describe one's appearance as
eerie and gloomy. With tangled hair acting as a veil to my terrifying face, I am elegantly adorned in gothic lolita attire. My decaying porcelain skin is cracked and stained, and my ball joints are
wrapped in scarlet shani strings warding off the evil eyes. It is said that binding a soul with red ropes would suppress ones internal violence and homicidal tendencies, but will leave them cursed with a mysterious lack of emotion. My disgusting wounds are gently stitched with delicate lace. Even stained with blood, somehow the lace still looks as pure as ever. Is that a curse, or a blessing?

I am commonly associated with terrifying things such as horror, death, decay, and graveyards, but I am also associated with absolutely adorable things such as bunnies, plushies, lace, and ribbons, though they would often have unsettling features to them; the plush may be missing an eye, the ribbon tied with strands of hair, the lace stained with ominous scarlet. I embody the aesthetic of morute, or the more commonly known "cutegore" aesthetic.

A lot of tropes happen to catch my identity precisely, some capture my personality, and some my entire being. Just a few which would be best to describe me would be some of these:
Stringy Haired Ghost Girl, Creepy Loner Girl, Elegant Gothic Lolita, Creepy Doll, Lonely Doll Girl, Hikikomori, Vampire Lolita Archetype, Living Doll Collector, Hiding Behind Your Bangs, Evil Is Petty, Revenge Before Reason, Taking You With Me, Introverted Cat Person, Raven Hair Ivory Skin, Creepy Shadowed Undereyes, Vengeful Ghost. There are many other tropes I mirror, yet these are the main ones, standing as my truest reflections.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞
Roses are tied to my soul, they are one of my deepest and longest connections. Being a libra, my birth flower is a rose. Finding that out felt like fate, as roses have always been my favorite flowers. Roses personality types are described as such: "In touch with their own emotions, rose people can sometimes seem standoffish or prickly, but their thorns are there to help shield them. Roses have delicate petals, and rose people have thin skin that bruises easily. Despite the tough façade, rose people are extremely caring. They will champion for friends and family and seek to always see the best in people." I feel as though roses reflect my personality most accurately. Their thorns guard the tenderness within, forcing others to bleed a little to reach the warmth within. My gentleness exists, but it’s earned, not freely given. I feel deeply, love fiercely, and bruise easily, so my defenses bloom sharp. Still, beneath the surface, I care endlessly for the ones I let close. Roses wither, bloom, and bleed, it is truly a cycle of pain and softness intertwined. I embody roses with my very being, and I hope you see me in every single rose you see.

𝐄ager to learn more about the cursed soul inside this dolly? I do admire your dedication to be able to reach this far and read this unfinished diary. Perhaps, in the future, more will be added?