Ragdoll Quirk Novels & Stories

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

I drop and roll, kicking out and hitting his jaw, I feel the vibration of his bones shattering against my foot, the feeling making me shiver as I grab his leg and yank him down and I tell his body to stop breathing. I push off the grass, covered in mud just as 3 rogues surround me, I step back as they move in but as they smirk, looking at each other I jump, touching one and telling his body to kill his friends. His eyes widen as he turns and pounces on them, shocking them enough and giving me the chance to paralyse them.

When he stops and stares back at us, I ask him, “Are you done?” I don’t wait for him to answer before my hands squeeze every single bone and muscle inside his throat to mush. Blood, skin, and tissue squish through the spaces between my fingers and leak down my arms. When the bloody flow slows, I rip my claws through the gooey mesh that’s left like I’m carving through the wet innards of a pumpkin, freeing his head. Grabbing his ugly face before it hits the floor, I launch it across the room. Dargo’s skull cracks against the wall, the force of my throw causing it to crack and split open.

She really wanted to transform but settled for this. The dummies were standing in front of her. The first one she was able to pull my arms in and slip around. Rotating my body 90 degrees, she was able to slip around the next one. Dropping to a squatting position, she slipped under another. Pivoting, she took a wide step as she avoided a rather aggressive looking dummy. As she shifted again, my hair caught one of the barbwires but she didn’t stop. Instead, she allowed my hair to be ripped out.

I ask in bewilderment, and that is the biggest mistake I’ll make the entire night. The Rogue under me starts to swell. Now it’s almost twice its original size. It uses this advantage to push me off, and my divided attention makes me fail to hold it down and end it once and for all. The Rogue now leaps over me, trying to do what I did to it before cracking my skull against the rocks showing from under the thick cushion of snow. I try to get on my feet, but for some reason, I’m already shrinking back to my human form even though I didn’t command it at all. I attempt to scramble upright, but that’s when the Rogue pounces and sinks its teeth into my leg.

🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 Dora drags herself up, her figure moving towards me with agonizing slowness; each step is a declaration of defiance against a body that desperately wishes to fail. She is barely able to stand straight, leaning heavily into the air as if against an invisible wall. Her limbs seem to operate on borrowed strength, each joint protesting the demand of forward motion. Her face is a mask of brutal damage. Her eyes are swollen shut, sealed by contusions so severe they deformed the contours of her skull. She navigates by instinct, her head tilted slightly, searching blindly for sound or sensation.

Azra looked at him. “Azra Miller, now using the kid's words? How far have you fallen?” Aghul cackled. Azra clenched his fist, immediately he turned into his beast mode as his dreads unlocks each other as it levitated in the air instantly every where was slowly vibrating then beneath his feet the floor cracked. “Aghogho you… ” Azra coughed out blood as his dreadlocks all of a sudden dropped down to his back, he staggered. Aquila and Aguda glanced at him.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

Midi stumbled with a low whine as she bled from her belly but she shook off her fur like doing that would shake off the pain. That was another dangerous thing about rogues, They didn’t know when to stop, and they usually wouldn’t unless they’re dead. A rogue could have their guts out, and be five minutes from death but still be fighting like they were in perfect health. They could be that irrational, which is why, even with the fatal blow I gave to her, she still came after me. And why even as I had done that move, she still lunged for me in the same way instead of changing tactics. I got down low to do the same move on her again, but I saw the claw she had been aiming at me from her hind le

If they underestimate you, use it to break them. Before the rag can touch my skin, I drop my weight, ducking beneath Barbara’s outstretched arms. I drive my elbow upward with everything I have, channeling weeks of Ava's grueling defense drills straight into Barbara’s jaw. I hear a loud crack and a sickening pop echoes through the room. Barbara lets out a strangled gasp, her head snapping back as she stumbles into the wooden crate, dropping the chemical vial. It shatters against the floor, the shards slicing into her ankles.