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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, a 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. An eye for an eye means that the onryō will make you suffer for any and all suffering you caused. Your digital life could become a hellish graveyard sown by your own actions, as you shall never run away from your past without proper redemption. However, 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.

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.

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.

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 muysterious 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?

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?