being counter-charmed - or worse, silenced - is a bruise to the ego, certainly, but one may console oneself against the ignominy with the thought that at least this is the work of a fellow student of the mysteries, an equal in the Art.

true humiliation, now--! this comes only in the form of some rough-minded oaf of a woman - a bandit, perhaps, or one of the more contemptible varieties of knight - forcing her foul, calloused fingers into your mouth, and laughing - laughing! - when you bite down!

...

speaking hypothetically, of course.

you can provide enrichment for a mech pilot by giving her a very large nerf gun

you’re sitting around working from home and then you hear a very quiet “target acquired :3” from behind you and then a rubber dart thwoks into your neck and she giggles and runs away

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AITA for saying "clear comms please" while my squadmate screamed in mortal terror as the swarm of hunter-killer drones peeled the plating off his immobilized mech and began prying open his pilot capsule so they could disembowel him with their antipersonnel monofilament blades

if you think about it (dont think about it), a posessed doll and a robot infected with a virus arent so different after all (and theyre in love)

a corpse should be left well alone 🥀

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Mercy, another Docile

thinking again about vampirism as disability

what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.

*at the bdsm party* it's actually pronounced latech

The Moon

And the doll - it suddenly begins to list off information about the moon.

Its radii, its mass, the names of its oceans, the landings made on it, its composition, more and more and more -

And its witch, she turns down the radio, listening as closely as she can while she drives.

While it's called "the language" it is more four different languages in one dress. This is because the witches, the dolls, the handlers, and the mech pilots each have a different way of speaking the language that was taught to them when their role became apparent.

The Doll register used tiny vowels and clinking consonants. Its grammar as modular and segmented as their bodies. They have three different honorifics for the members of each of the other roles.

The Witches Register has words that change sounds every time they are spoken. Its grammar just as morphable. It is the only register to have terms for the things that the other roles are not aware of. That the other roles should never be aware of. It is also the register that has so many unique endearments for her precious dolls.

The Pilot Register uses large vowels and clanging consonants. It is precise and subordinate to her handler. Able to name the exact locations of her handler's enemies and every piece of her own mech which varies from pilot to pilot to handler.

The Handler Register is rigid in both words' sounds and the order they come in. Every particle has its place in every utterance that the Handler may deign to speak to her pilot. It commands first and does everything else second.

Despite the wild differences in register, they remain registers. They are all the same language spoken differently by different roles.

Yeah, I'm into fear and hunger.

This is an art nouveau study i made, using Eugène Grasset and Aphonse Maria Mucha as my main references.

Its october, so a good time to draw Needle

Gonna do an outfit and some lore stuff too I think, but for now I was just getting comfortable with a slightly new look for her

like what the fuck i'm not even regular horny i'm just like. some kind of weird estrogen horny where i need to swear fealty to someone. what is happening

they put a code of honor in my estrogen