doll but also a mech pilot

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who don’t have “pink” nipples or “pink” pussies or skin that “blushes bright red”

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who struggled to find people who actually look like them in majority of lesbian porn yet see endless representation of skinny white femmes

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who feel like their physical attributes don’t 'look feminine enough' to be femme

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who carry their cultural beauty standards with pride even when they’re not seen as “traditionally” femme

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who worry about whether their crushes actually like people who 'look like them'

appreciation post for the femme lesbians who feel erased because “femme” gets treated as a look instead of an identity

Never fat femmes, fat black femmes, Asian femmes, south Asian femmes etc

It stares under the bed, for it can do nothing else. It has a new chip where before there was only smooth porcelain, on its forearm.

It wants so desperately to move, to get up and go to its witch for warmth and comfort and love and care and affection... But it can't. Its witch told it to be Still, and it couldn't disobey her if it wanted to, so it lies there.

It wants so desperately to cry, but it can't. Its witch made it with a perpetual smile on its face and eyes that will forever stay dry, so it lies there.

It lies there. It lies there, and it lies there, and it lies there until the sunlight trickles in through the cracks in the curtains. It lies there until its witch stirs awake and clutches confused at the space in the bed where her doll is supposed to be.

"aa!! it— it cracked its shell!! llittle sister, do you—do you know, how to fix this,,? ccan this be fixed,?"

a doll cries out to another doll. cracks web across its wrist.

one doll is panicked. the other only stares.

it stares at the wound,

"ssis,,?"

...

and firmly takes the other doll's wrist.

"aa! gent— gentle ,,"

"you need to be fixed .."

it stares closer at the wound.

...

it plants a gentle kiss upon the crack, and licks across its length.

"hh,!!"

the wounded doll reflexively covers its face.

"what—what are—"

"shh. you need to be fixed ..."

it takes the wounded doll's other hand, whose eyes tilt downwards, and away. its pupils dilate.

in a single moment, one doll has pushed the other over. it's fully pinned down. one hand against the bed, the other firmly held. a knee in-between its legs.

the doll presses its knee in. it clamps its jaws around the wound.

"you need ... to be fixed ..."

it whispers its mantra under its warm breath. it stares coldly at the doll beneath.

the doll beneath who can only shut its tear-filled eyes. it can't respond. it only whimpers.

it can only whimper as it feels a tongue re-enter the cracks.

wetness pools at its legs.

...

the hour hand of the clock ticks.

a doll gently layers duct tape across cracks in another doll's wrist. to be mended later.

"you— you really ... like the taste of your big sister's flesh, don't you,?"

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