a cabinet of offerings

petrichor. she or it, as you please. adult. a witch-doll, which is to say: aide, accomplice, mesmerist, and possession. empty spaces / original fiction / anonymous correspondence. servant to @hotwetconductive, sister-muse to @empress-em-kaldwin.

[concubine-hypergreen]

i — prostration to the ordinary

this one — grand and deferential purpose

this lowly one — maniacal power trip

[sakuu]

(XユーザーのAMAOUさん: 「…羽休… #水銀燈 #ローゼンメイデン https://t.co/FED98fUZKm」 / Xから)

[witchpassing]

Twice a day, between meals, the lady's body is examined for teethmarks. Procuring the next offering takes time, and we have weaned her off opportunistic feeding for the most part, as it was proving unsustainable; thus starved, the distemper tends invariably to turn upon itself. Muzzling has been proposed, but, as yet, never tried; perhaps because to see her wander the halls or skulk the dark ends of the garden with a hound's basket strapped to her face would flense away all pretense as to who holds the reins of this house, and then one might commence to wonder how long we have been in power here and not her, and then—

Well, too many bones in the garden for that sort of thinking. You understand.

[meli-writes]

a full meal

the government says this plan will increase the integration of vampiric persons into normal society. the national health service says their trial will help 'people with disordered hemosynthetic parasitism' manage their health and avoid poor, condition-derived choice.

everyone knows it's kinda bullshit.

the clinics are too far apart, the waiting lists too long, the supply too short and the subject of endless headlines about the bagfeeders stealing from our veins. (0.4% of daily donations, to be precise.)

and you're still basically disabled without RADE (risk-aware dietary enhancement), and taking it from a partner is just a call-out post and a lost mutual aid network waiting for a breakup.

you could do bloodwork. it'll even be not-yet illegal if you don't let them fuck you, which is only the most required part if you aren't a top 0.1% earner and still wanna make rent.

no. what everyone knows really is that it's not enough, and it's not supposed to be. they want you starving, barely able to get up in the evening, getting fired totally because you can't keep up and all these complaints which are totally valid.

they want you thinking about making those poor, condition-derived choices. so they can simper about how much they sympathise with your condition and how unsafe you must feel while they lock you up and cancel all their plans and trials for being ineffective.

so you're in their corridors, their halls. it's where they want you. cheap, and vulnerable, and needy. with the people who could make it better and won't. who'll enjoy you and feed you and toss you when the headlines get too close to finding out.

but maybe this time you want to make one of those choices. and maybe, for first time in so so long, you're going to remember what it means to feel full.

[enameledcoppergirl]

Contractually obliged to state that giving me seventeen unwanted orgasms was actually quite generous of her.

[monidoll]

abyssal seamaid sweeps the floor of calcareous ooze only to find more ooze underneath

[maidsimulator]

I'm surprised we ran into one, they're pretty rare.

The deep sea light is kinda unflattering, but I have a few variations of here here.

[godless-femininity]

Doll-bratting by blinking at you twice before obeying

[cibastion]

Spiral with me

[viscericorde]

source: trey.gegenfu on IG

[antleredgirl]

iridescentharpygirl brings small pieces of silver, some embedded with gems, others polished to a particular shine. she brings them to the mile-wide carapacedsphinxgirl, who, although she has no use for such trifling baubles, accepts them dearly anyway. carapacedsphinxgirl uses the prettiest and largest to decorate her many needle-sharp claws, the rest melted down within the hearth sat in her throat, regurgitated and forged into chain, draped along her neck and tail. iridescentharpygirl, always eager, brings ever more of that which shines, for it is all she can provide to the thing which she loves.

[princessdraconic]

New short story, Dizzy. Follow first person through a very unwell trans lesbian's very bad day. Please do take the content warnings seriously.

id like to thank @maidthings for doing a lot of the visual legwork for this piece, including formatting the CSS and making the cover image.

[digitaldeathx-deactivated202605]

self-awareness check, list five things you like that aren't media pieces in the tags now ‼️

[princessdraconic]

Go on, shining, gleaming hope for the future! Clad in lace and frills, skirts and stockings! Drive that glittering spear deep into my scaly breast, prove me wrong, show that there is still a world worth loving by killing my all-consuming hate along with me! I pray you are successful, because if you are not, I will kill the unworthy world after I am through with your limp doll body.

[valalaraptor]

happy maid day~

[teratocrat]

ogregirl princess glides across the battlefield like a bad trip. her tusks rend steel and the flesh beneath, her blows shatter knightgirl shields and lances. she shakes herself vigorously, garnet beads of blood flying from her shaggy coat. her pawngirls rally to her banner, nightmare and rotten moonlight woven like spidersilk across a vast antler ripped from some monstrously prodigious elk. horses rear and flee at the scent of her.

[witchpassing]

The fascist kneels beneath a cathedral sky.

Moorland stretches to the horizon, boundless, pitiless. It is a beautiful place to die, and though she'd not have chosen it, this death will be beautiful too.

"My name will be remembered," she says aloud. One of the trannies - the little ratlike thing, the one carrying the shovels - starts humming. "By my people, yes, as leader, theoretician, hero. But most of all by yours." She permits herself a smile, tight and drawn, grim as fate. Wind stirs her hair. "I will," she begins again, and is shot in the back of the head.

The sound of the gunshot wanders away across the moor, more pop than bang. The bigger of the two women puts away her gun, and her wife, shifting her ditty from hum to whistle, starts to dig.

[miquellakind]

* raises cuteness power when poisoning or rot occurs in the vicinity.