Anarch Wraith / Riot_0204
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18+ only please. Autistic, Trans femme. Fucking tired.
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Post apocalyptic Witch, pt 1-3
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Post Apocalyptic Witch pt 1
CW - Death, violence, murder.
CW - Death, violence, murder.
November 16, 2025 at 3:30 AM
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Post apocalyptic Witch, pt 1-3
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Post Apocalyptic Witch pt 1
CW - Death, violence, murder.
CW - Death, violence, murder.
November 16, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Post apocalyptic Witch, pt 1-3
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But you will learn what horrors it has planned for you. Such rewards for the good doll... You will feel everything it does in revulsion as it feels pleasure.
You have a mouth... And yet you cannot scream.
You have a mouth... And yet you cannot scream.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
But you will learn what horrors it has planned for you. Such rewards for the good doll... You will feel everything it does in revulsion as it feels pleasure.
You have a mouth... And yet you cannot scream.
You have a mouth... And yet you cannot scream.
The small bunny plushie, taken so long ago. It held it in its hands briefly, before the plushie stood on its own. The Zeroth Doll, created by the remains of the Witches love. How it had found you even out here.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The small bunny plushie, taken so long ago. It held it in its hands briefly, before the plushie stood on its own. The Zeroth Doll, created by the remains of the Witches love. How it had found you even out here.
The fifth doll bent over and carefully removed something from under a discarded bag. It
presented it to the Witch of The Ending of Things, who took it and the respirator fused to its face seemed to smile.
presented it to the Witch of The Ending of Things, who took it and the respirator fused to its face seemed to smile.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The fifth doll bent over and carefully removed something from under a discarded bag. It
presented it to the Witch of The Ending of Things, who took it and the respirator fused to its face seemed to smile.
presented it to the Witch of The Ending of Things, who took it and the respirator fused to its face seemed to smile.
When they were done, a new doll stood there. It curtsied to its Witch. You behind its eyes tried to resist, to scream, to fight. But the doll was in control, you just an eternal passenger. Feeling its
every move, its every sense, unable to do anything to change it.
every move, its every sense, unable to do anything to change it.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
When they were done, a new doll stood there. It curtsied to its Witch. You behind its eyes tried to resist, to scream, to fight. But the doll was in control, you just an eternal passenger. Feeling its
every move, its every sense, unable to do anything to change it.
every move, its every sense, unable to do anything to change it.
Your consciousness persisted, not being allowed the release of death or even passing out.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Your consciousness persisted, not being allowed the release of death or even passing out.
Things you didn't grant to her but now in this moment wish you had.
The cutting and sewing began, searing metal bonded to flesh, with crude magics, skin cutaway from what was left of your body to then be sewn where the softness of flesh or fabric needed.
The cutting and sewing began, searing metal bonded to flesh, with crude magics, skin cutaway from what was left of your body to then be sewn where the softness of flesh or fabric needed.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Things you didn't grant to her but now in this moment wish you had.
The cutting and sewing began, searing metal bonded to flesh, with crude magics, skin cutaway from what was left of your body to then be sewn where the softness of flesh or fabric needed.
The cutting and sewing began, searing metal bonded to flesh, with crude magics, skin cutaway from what was left of your body to then be sewn where the softness of flesh or fabric needed.
The words stir fear, guilt, confusion. Surely it just intends to kill you. Then you notice the last two dolls. One in a welding mask with a cutting torch, the other far more intimidating with a simple needle and thread. You try to scream on airless breaths, to beg to be allowed to die, for mercy.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The words stir fear, guilt, confusion. Surely it just intends to kill you. Then you notice the last two dolls. One in a welding mask with a cutting torch, the other far more intimidating with a simple needle and thread. You try to scream on airless breaths, to beg to be allowed to die, for mercy.
"You took from me. Things that cannot be taken back. I take them in kind. This is how it is. All things end except the act of the ending of them."
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
"You took from me. Things that cannot be taken back. I take them in kind. This is how it is. All things end except the act of the ending of them."
Your bouts of shock driven clarity are interrupted again, this time not by pain but by it speaking. Or you think it was speaking. The words drive into your brain like the nails through
your wrists.
your wrists.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Your bouts of shock driven clarity are interrupted again, this time not by pain but by it speaking. Or you think it was speaking. The words drive into your brain like the nails through
your wrists.
your wrists.
Its eyes completely black, respirator covering its mouth. Black tears etched down its face as if it were crying oil. You notice all the dolls have the same black tears too... A mark of ownership of such a thing.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Its eyes completely black, respirator covering its mouth. Black tears etched down its face as if it were crying oil. You notice all the dolls have the same black tears too... A mark of ownership of such a thing.
It is then when you see Her... It... The Witch of The Ending of Things. Long tattered skirt, a hood not the broad hat of the witches of lore, a jacket you remember the first wore, still stained in blood and dust.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
It is then when you see Her... It... The Witch of The Ending of Things. Long tattered skirt, a hood not the broad hat of the witches of lore, a jacket you remember the first wore, still stained in blood and dust.
Another sharp agony gets your attention, as crude spikes of rebar were driven through your
wrists. A mock crucifixion.
Mocking the necklace that had hung round your neck. A symbol of the dying world.
Appropriate.
wrists. A mock crucifixion.
Mocking the necklace that had hung round your neck. A symbol of the dying world.
Appropriate.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Another sharp agony gets your attention, as crude spikes of rebar were driven through your
wrists. A mock crucifixion.
Mocking the necklace that had hung round your neck. A symbol of the dying world.
Appropriate.
wrists. A mock crucifixion.
Mocking the necklace that had hung round your neck. A symbol of the dying world.
Appropriate.
The doll is dragging your remains upright, everything below the waist is gone, hanging entrails, barely alive. Shouldn't be alive. You see one of your legs across the room, being picked up by another flesh doll as if it were tidying fallen branches in a garden.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The doll is dragging your remains upright, everything below the waist is gone, hanging entrails, barely alive. Shouldn't be alive. You see one of your legs across the room, being picked up by another flesh doll as if it were tidying fallen branches in a garden.
You came too with a wave of agony. A doll, beautiful and horrific in equal measure.
Perfect lines forged from rusted metal and torn leathery flesh.
You recognise a familiar tattoo. It sends a shiver down your... Wait. No. Half your spine.
Perfect lines forged from rusted metal and torn leathery flesh.
You recognise a familiar tattoo. It sends a shiver down your... Wait. No. Half your spine.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
You came too with a wave of agony. A doll, beautiful and horrific in equal measure.
Perfect lines forged from rusted metal and torn leathery flesh.
You recognise a familiar tattoo. It sends a shiver down your... Wait. No. Half your spine.
Perfect lines forged from rusted metal and torn leathery flesh.
You recognise a familiar tattoo. It sends a shiver down your... Wait. No. Half your spine.
But The Ending of Things is in all places. It's domain in where things crumble, and it is patient.
When your lungs felt like burning and you couldn't run no more, it was just there. You fought, tore against the creatures in the dark. And the world went black.
When your lungs felt like burning and you couldn't run no more, it was just there. You fought, tore against the creatures in the dark. And the world went black.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
But The Ending of Things is in all places. It's domain in where things crumble, and it is patient.
When your lungs felt like burning and you couldn't run no more, it was just there. You fought, tore against the creatures in the dark. And the world went black.
When your lungs felt like burning and you couldn't run no more, it was just there. You fought, tore against the creatures in the dark. And the world went black.
The third and fourth members screams in the night had started you running, grabbing what little
you could carry. So weak from preying on others rather than working yourself. As far as you
could run into the rising daystar.
you could carry. So weak from preying on others rather than working yourself. As far as you
could run into the rising daystar.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The third and fourth members screams in the night had started you running, grabbing what little
you could carry. So weak from preying on others rather than working yourself. As far as you
could run into the rising daystar.
you could carry. So weak from preying on others rather than working yourself. As far as you
could run into the rising daystar.
But even if it is a new witch, it can't be her. Even if they say it looks like her. You cut her throat
yourself. And what for, a few measly scraps of food and a trophy of a plushie. You'd used her body first of course. But that was just life. The strong take from the weak.
yourself. And what for, a few measly scraps of food and a trophy of a plushie. You'd used her body first of course. But that was just life. The strong take from the weak.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
But even if it is a new witch, it can't be her. Even if they say it looks like her. You cut her throat
yourself. And what for, a few measly scraps of food and a trophy of a plushie. You'd used her body first of course. But that was just life. The strong take from the weak.
yourself. And what for, a few measly scraps of food and a trophy of a plushie. You'd used her body first of course. But that was just life. The strong take from the weak.
The second of your gang had gone and rumours of the dolls tea party began to spread.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The second of your gang had gone and rumours of the dolls tea party began to spread.
Surely there can't be new witches. Magic was drained from the world, no porcelain for dolls, no new cloth for robes, no fresh tallow for candles.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Surely there can't be new witches. Magic was drained from the world, no porcelain for dolls, no new cloth for robes, no fresh tallow for candles.
You had thought you'd escaped. Traveled so far across the blighted world of dry rivers and crumbling cities. Spires of a world killed by the hands of its builders. First you didn't believe the stories. The first of your gang to go missing. Of a new witch. Of her twisted dolls.
November 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
You had thought you'd escaped. Traveled so far across the blighted world of dry rivers and crumbling cities. Spires of a world killed by the hands of its builders. First you didn't believe the stories. The first of your gang to go missing. Of a new witch. Of her twisted dolls.
Of course like all dolls, it's rude to ask what they were before... Who they were before. It breaks
the Stillness and distracts from their Purpose. The flesh wrought and rusted iron dolls are as valid as those of fine cloth and porcelain.
the Stillness and distracts from their Purpose. The flesh wrought and rusted iron dolls are as valid as those of fine cloth and porcelain.
November 16, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Of course like all dolls, it's rude to ask what they were before... Who they were before. It breaks
the Stillness and distracts from their Purpose. The flesh wrought and rusted iron dolls are as valid as those of fine cloth and porcelain.
the Stillness and distracts from their Purpose. The flesh wrought and rusted iron dolls are as valid as those of fine cloth and porcelain.
Dolls are still dolls, even ones who drink polonium tea from cups battered out of rusted cans on saucers of sawblades. They serve their Witch, and tend to it's needs, in their own twisted
approximation of dresses and finery, made from scavenged cloth and hides of beasts.
approximation of dresses and finery, made from scavenged cloth and hides of beasts.
November 16, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Dolls are still dolls, even ones who drink polonium tea from cups battered out of rusted cans on saucers of sawblades. They serve their Witch, and tend to it's needs, in their own twisted
approximation of dresses and finery, made from scavenged cloth and hides of beasts.
approximation of dresses and finery, made from scavenged cloth and hides of beasts.