u/Adventurous-Time-324

Ok so, I'm currently working on getting my dolls all prettier up soon, and am design some fits I could try and make for them myself, but to add some flair I've been wanting to add some jewelry to them

But I'm worried about the stain risk to them. I'm not a rich person, it be hard for me to go all out with things that could prevent stains, but I want them to look pretty! And I haven't been able to find an answer to my question so far.

So I'm wondering if anyone here can help inform me about how it works? I have some silver, and well, fake silver, jewelries, tho also some gold one and fake gold ones as well. And I also plan to buy some more.

Some will be put on top of their clothes, but others will be on top of their skin, so I just want to be sure if I can leave them in display with it, or if I should remove once I'm dont with whatever I needed to do with the look

I finally got to buy my second doll ever! And my first Pear Girl ever!!

https://preview.redd.it/ce0kcy154tbh1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=6b1d55b8a67cd3d44638e89a976aa923e0161d73

(Note: this news is a bit late haha, I bough her around 4 days ago, just forgot to share lol)

I had gotten my first doll back in 2019, when I was still a teen, so it was a REALLY big purches that I had been saving up money for for months, but I knew that she wouldn't be my last, just the only one I'd have for a while until I can afford it again.

Technically I wasn't supposed to be able to afford a new one at the moment, but I opted to save up for one as I was going to get some cash from work I could use, plus some old birthday money I never used from a few years back. It was a fight to choose between Kizuna (milk) and her, but given that Kizuna is a staple doll, I thought it be better to get Cheeto-nyan first instead, Kizuna (milk) can always make a come back later, I couldn't be so sure for Cheeto-nyan.
And I couldn't just not have her!! She's the first Pear Girl I fell in love with, and she fot perfectly for the OC I had in mind for my first Pear Girl. While all of them are lovely, none had really clicked with me well, most were semi-real, and I wanted the anime one, but the anime girls all had a serious face or just not smiling (at the time of me browsing), and she was the first to pop up with the CUTEST smile ever!!! I wanted her so badly for a whole year, and now, seeing she was getting low in stock and I had the money, I rushed to get her sooner than I had planned.

Take it as a birthday gift to myself, as it soon will be this month. She should be here sometime this week, but I won't open her yet, I'll be unboxing her on my birthday alongside my other gifts :]
Can't wait for her to be home tho. With that, for anyone who has read this far, I plan to bring back an old instagram account I made for mine and my sister's dolls when we first got them. Due to life issues, we couldn't keep up with it anymore and I priveted it, but well, since we both plan to get new dolls this month, and we have a more stable-ish life at the moment, we might as well bring it back ^^

I'll probably post about it here once the account is up and running again, for anyone who might be interested haha.

As the title states, I wanna know if there has been any talk about this before from Danny?

I've been wanting to get Kizuna in the milk skin tone. I thought that by the time she would come back I'd have enough saved for it, but life didn't work out like that, so I wanna know if I can keep my hopes up for a next time?

I see that her stock is low at the moment of writing this, and I plan to save up every penny from work for a doll, as well as try and promote my art commissions more to see if I can get an amount close to what I'd need to get her. But realistically? I wont make the amount fast enough before she's fully out of stock :(

I'm fine with just settling for cinnamon too, she's pretty either way, but I particularly wanted to have at least 1 milk skin tone doll.

Heyo👋
This is my first time posting here, so kinda nervous. But I posted this story on one of my socials last night, as the memory had come back to me due to the fact I've started to play with my dolls again recently, and my sister suggested that I post this here too since it seemed to fit, and is quite a funny memory that people here might enjoy. Hope that it's all properly set for this sub.

Also, quick note, being that english is not my first language, there are some things that may not sound too right, and some things I just struggled to translate in this.

So, for a quick introduction: I'm a twin who is somewhat of a doll collector alongside my sister. In the sense of, we like dolls, any dolls that we think look pretty and/or cute, we buy them when we have the money or gift it to each other.
Thing is, we've been doll crazy since very little. Which, I guess is normal for a kid, but I just say this to inform yall that, we had a lot of dolls as a kid, and would often use christmas or birthdays to ask our family to get us the latest doll, usually the more expensive ones we can't easily buy during the year. In fact, most of our dolls from our current collection comes from our childhood.

One of such dolls is an American Girl doll.
[Note: We are not from the US, we were born and raised in Brasil, these dolls (at least at the time) could not be sent internationally, BUT, we had an uncle that lived in the US and he bought one for each of us for Christmas since we really wanted them.]

Me and my sister absolutely ADORED our AG dolls, and we took them everywhere we possibly could so we could:

1. Brag about having expensive dolls from the US
2. Show off the dolls to our friends and play together with them

That included the church gatherings at friends houses called Células*

*for those who don't know, bc I have no idea what the translation is, it's basically small groups of people who gather at someone's house once or twice a week for prayers and the teaching of the lord, usually based off of their church. [Edit: Someone suggested that the closes equivilent would be Bible Study]

Anyhow, during those gatherings, the kids would be separated from the adults and taken by the group's teacher for lessons, and in this particular friend's house, an apartment complex, we'd go to the uuh, ground floor area with the pool, play area and event rooms, and we'd stay in one of these event rooms for the lessons since it had a projector and sofas. After the lessons are done, we'd be free to go around and play until our parents were done and would come down with snacks for us to eat. And important: these gatherings took place after school, at night, so there weren't many people outside in the ground floor during those hours, it was just our group, with occasionally one or two other people down there.

This particular day when we brought our dolls, this group of slightly older boys had joined the group, and just to keep in mind, the usual kids that attended these were around 8-11, me and my sister in particular I think were like 10-11 at the time, while these boys were around I think 12-14? Can't fully remember but they were slightly older than us.

We had been carrying our dolls around the whole day, but, of course, the boys didn't say anything in front of the adults and we didn't think much of it. It wasn't the first time we brought our dolls either, most people who came to this gathering were "regulars" and were already familiar with us and our dolls, even indulged us when we called the dolls our daughters, while the kids our age (who at this point were already our friends) were all excited to be able to play with such an expensive doll.
Once the lessons were over and we all got up to leave the event room to play, me and my sister took our dolls with us to play with our friends. But it was during this play time, when the teacher wasn't around to see, that the older boys would start to pick on me and my sister for having dolls and how childish it was (yeah, we were literally the age for that??) And how stupid it was for us to care so much about a doll like it was real (the whole thing about us calling them "our daughters" and the adults indulging us on it. We knew they were dolls, but it was fun to pretend) and how creepy that was. We just ignored them and said we'd tattle if they kept going.

They called it a bluff (it wasn't but we ended up just not needing to in the end anyways) and made fun of us, "what, gonna cry about it?" cuz they had been hoping we'd cry about it and making jokes that we "will cry about it bc we're stupid little kids." And our friends were trying to defend us, saying how mean they were being, but they didn't care, the younger kids being upset was exactly what they wanted. Unfortunately for those boys, me and my sister were constantly harassed by boys much older than them in our own apartment (cussing at us and calling us unsavory things. All things bullying besides the physical harm part), we had a tough skin for this type of thing, their bullying was really weak to us and we just looked annoyed. They stopped once they realized they weren't getting the reaction they were hoping for and went to do, whatever it is boys their age do. Though sometimes they would come and pick on us whenever our paths would cross, we just kept ignoring them and pushing our friends to do the same knowing they wanted a reaction out of us, but it was getting really annoying.

After a while we decided to play hide and seek, so me and my sister went to put our dolls to sit very neatly at the sofa with the bags and books left behind at the event room, just so we didn't get them damaged during it (and carrying a doll around was getting tiresome), and left afterwards to play without much care. That is, until we heard one of the older boys scream at the top of his lungs and run out of the event room, the others soon following him.

We, the younger kids, were very confused at that and asked what was wrong (by this point, the teacher had left to go grab the other adults and snacks), and they just pointed to the sofa with our dolls exclaiming the dolls were haunted. Tho we were facing the back of the sofa, so we had walk over to see our dolls, now no longer sitting neatly, and instead mine was tossed on the sofa, laying on her back with her hair messy, and my sister's doll fallen to the side, also kinda messy looking. We both picked them, pissed off that they messed with them without us knowing, and fixed their hairs and outfit, which got one of the boys to just go "what are you doing?!" very scared and shocked at the fact we even decided to pick them up like it was nothing.
My sister was PISSED at that, they clearly wanted to mess with our dolls and cause damage to them to screw with us, but only stopped due to beaing freaked out by something. She was ready to throw hands but we held her back, instead having her shout at them for touching our dolls without permission. Cuz like, if they had broken it, we would not have been able to fix them since they were US exclusive (and my sister's doll in particular was the "Girl of the year" doll, VERY exclusive). But they didn't care about that "tantrum" and were just accusing us of having possessed dolls and that they should be burned or something.

We, and the other kids, just looked confused and asked why they thought the dolls were haunted, that they probably just fell when they were messing around the room. Their reply? Cuz their eyes closed on their own....

Ok so, with anyone unfamiliar with AG dolls, these dolls close their eyes when you lean then backwards, that's bc there's a little weight system inside it for that. It's not even that uncommon, we have plenty of dolls like that in brasil too, advertised even, the boys at my school knew about it, not sure how they wouldn't know this🤦. We all just looked dumbfounded at them, and me and my sister tried to explain that's just something they do, with me walking closer to them with my doll to show it to them, but they kept backing away! ToT
I kept going "look, it's normal, they have weights behind their eyes to make them close when you turn them backwards" and showed them how it worked, and that just freaked them out more, especially bc one (very small and barely visible) strand of hair from my doll got stuck on her eyelash making only one eye close while the other stayed open (which I guess is kinda creepy??) which freaked them out, continuing to calling them haunted or possessed before calling us weird for not finding it creepy, "it's like that doll form Anabelle!" (Of course it was bc of that damned horror movie🙄). We just kept repeating "it's just a doll, it's not creepy or scary. They were built to do this." But nope, wouldn't listen, instead they just called us creepy and walked fast out of there to do whatever else.

Us and the other kids all looked so shocked at this, our close friend (who's family was hosting the gathering) coming in to comment how dumb they were. But this little stunt made an idea pop in my head, which is where the "Traumatize them back" part comes in. Cus guys, I was a devil child, I LOVED making the boys in school fear me (a whole other story), and my undiagnosed adhd ass also really loved the adrenaline of picking fights or causing trouble of anykind, and getting away with it, I was very familiar with this game of petty revange, and I haven't been able to pull such stunts in a while.

They tried to traumatize little kids for just having fun with their dolls, make them cry for some power trip over being older than us and "better" than us.

And I got a golden ticket of opportunity to use something against the boys for making fun of us and trying to make us cry.
My friends and sister were just as delighted with the idea too.

Basically, we got our dolls and would place them sitting in random areas we knew these boys would be playing around in. We snuck around so they didn't see us, put the dolls on a table, or hidden chair, and went back to pretend we were just playing like normal and wait until one of them saw the dolls, called on us about it, and we'd pretend that we didn't put them there, implying the dolls did it on their own.

The first time one of the boys saw them, he called us out saying "it wasn't funny" but we all put our best act saying we had no idea what he was talking about, we were just playing hide and seek!
He called our bluff, but we didn't relent, saying we had just put them back on the sofa and left to play, we had no idea how they got there, as well as saying "it's just a doll" like that made it less scary. Then we'd grab our dolls and put them back in the sofa and go back to playing. Cut to a a minute or so when they went back to playing around, we'd sneak back into the room, our friends keeping an eye out for the boys, making sure they didn't see us, put the dolls somewhere else and then leave to go back to playing and wait for one of them to call us out again.

And we kept going, making the boys more and more convinced that the dolls were doing it themselves, each time they acted more scared than before as they no longer could tell if we were messing with them or not, (and just to add, me, my sister and our close friend did theather in our school, so our acting was good). And at some point we kept calling them the weird ones, making fun of them for being scared of a little girls toy. "It's not even that scary! They're so cute look!" I'd say as I shoved my doll to them and they'd back away with fear in their eyes. We'd, once again, put them back in the sofa while they watched and leave to continue playing, then wait for the boys to leave, go back, and do it again.

And that kept going until we left! They were thoroughly convinced the dolls were possessed and controlling us younger kids, like a cult (their words, not mine). I think at some point they even tried calling an adult to say we were being mean, but not admitting it was cuz of the dolls? I can't fully remember.

But what I can remember, somewhat, is when the adults came down with the snacks and gathered around the food area, the boys went there to hide and be protected by the parents, but I wasn't done with them, and decided on going the adults with my doll, my sister and the other kids following, and we'd go on with our cute little girls act shwoing off our dolls to the adults, and, yet again, the adults would indulge us bc of how cute it was for them, meanwhile the boys just looked scared out of their minds as they tried to finish their food and leave.
And just to add salt to the wound, I'm pretty sure I walked up to one of them and went "isn't she cute? Want to hold her?" And his mom, I think, nudged him to play along and not be rude, oh that was priceless.

And look, if you have a fear of dolls, I completely get that, especially during that time with all the horror stuff with dolls like Chucky or Annabelle, I would never try and do this to someone who has a phobia of dolls, I'll respect their boundaries for it. Unless, of course, you make fun of me for my dolls and disrespect my own boundries, I won't respect you back.

Like, c'mon, why would you bully or make fun of someone for their dolls when you have a fear of them?? That's just stupid, they can easily fight back, they had it coming lol

Anyways, hope yall enjoy this silly little memory of mine. A lot of the details are now kinda fuzzy since it's been so long, but I tried to add as much details as I could for it.