A Familiar's Tome

  • Blood (#EmptyOctober 2)

    Be careful not to cut too often, too deeply, lest you dull your sharpness and lose your edge too soon. A good wielder knows when to strike and when to hold back. Trust in your wielder, weapon.

  • Light the Candles (#EmptyOctober 1)

    Around you were a set of candles, five in total: one of each limb, and another for your head. You formed a human pentagram, tied up as you were. The rope was soft silk and extremely comfortable. Your girlfriend joked at being a witch, and you had always laughed, brushing it off.

  • Unruly Guests

    “Hope, would you mind escorting our guests out of the manor? I do believe they have exhausted my patience.” Her voice cut clear through the shouting, heard by more than just your ears. With practiced ease, you strode to the man and firmly grabbed him by the shoulder.

  • suburban combat doll

    Prompt by @automated_doll@twitter.com Please don’t take retired combat dolls to the suburbs. Not only will they probably pick fights with your local HOA for one reason or another, but they still need proper stimulation and your neighbors may complain! They need proper enrichment – either the excitement and busy environment of urban living, or having…

  • Taste of Blood

    Your rage was subsumed with lust and need and ecstasy and bliss as She filled you, deeper than any bullet or blade could ever hope to, as the screams of the battlefield slowly gave way in your mind to your own shrieks of pleasure.

  • INCURSION

    Her signal on your HUD vanished. That was the fate of all dolls, eventually. Swallowed by an Incursion or the Shadows or even their own Witch’s magicks. Death and destruction were all that waited at the end of your road, but while you were still here, you had a duty.

  • Beginnings

    People treated you like a machine, just your partner’s android traveling companion, which suited you just fine. You never really felt much connection to your humanity, or even your personhood, and readily gave both up as soon as you could afford to.

  • Taste

    “You did so well, restraining yourself for me.” That fucking voice. Her low, smooth tone was fucking intoxicating and washed all other thoughts away. “I could sense it, too, my sweet shield. Men, hm? But it makes them absolutely blind to just how they’re going to get fucked. And speaking of that…”

  • Raid at Dawn

    You rounded the corner too fast and came face-to-face with the barrel of a pistol. You tried to disarm your attacker, but were too slow. A flash, a snap, and–

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