Edith is a connoisseur of the flesh. She was trained for it, first voluntarily and then not, but it has always enraptured her—she would not be suitable for her work otherwise. Once it was her first love, when she had not yet learned self-control or how to make herself useful, though she was never any good at cleaning up after herself.
Anne does not like the subway. It is not that it is crowded and noisy and dirty (although it is), because her politics do not allow her to dislike things on such fundamentally bourgeois grounds, and she would be affronted by the suggestion that the variety of people who ride the subway play any role in her aversion. She would never feel uneasy because of a group of black men standing near her, an immigrant loudly talking in an unknown language, or an unhoused person sitting with their entire life in a pile of dirty bags. Anne has done the work to unravel all of the forms of implicit bias that her upbringing taught her, and any suggestion otherwise is probably simple transphobia. ...
Originally posted April 8, 2022 on my Patreon. Content warnings: corporate capitalism’s cruelty, being mean to dolls, and pet stores. “I heard that there’s a new dollmaker moving into town.” “Oh?” “Yeah, they’re setting up at the old mushroom farm. Everyone in the market was buzzing about it.” “Who?” “One of the big corporate ones, I think—” Your witch barely reacts, but with her hands inside your open chest the barest reaction is all it takes. A tiny shudder, just enough to turn the tuning probe off course; it hits a taut string and your entire body shakes. It’s like licking a power outlet, like holding your hand to a hot stove— ...
a response to this prompt. It’s not quite your first day, but she makes it feel like it is. Everywhere you go in the tiny, crowded kitchen you can feel her eyes on you, the heat radiating from her bulk as she slides in next to you (or behind you, with the weight of her arms reaching around your too-slender body) to correct some perceived flaw in what you know is exactly what you were told to do just a few days before. ...