Hi, I'm Chloe, pleased to meet you :)
My friend used to run this blog FOR me since I was/am a mobile user.
Thank you BMTG.
In my profile you can see the defenition of "Arcane", it's something I've always felt and I'm sure you'll relate with it too. When I got back into TG recently I met a couple of trans people like myself but mostly it's RP people, which is fine. I made friends with a couple of RP people actually and I even wrote one caption over at my other blog! They're French so I tried to find a made-up French name. L'Arcanier. Another French friend then pointed out the right word would be "Arcaniste" and as such a second blog was born!
What can you expect? More regular uploads, I have written 300+ captions in my time "off".
Ever since I got into TG (10+ years ago) I've wanted to create my own text-games. But I'd also love to pay illustrators to turn some of my story ideas into TG comics, that'd be the DREAM!
ANNOUNCEMENT: I'd like to say that I'd love it if you joined the discord server and posted your own Halloween/Spooktober captions. I love reading other people's works and discussing it. I used to do it in private messages, why not do it in a discord server instead?
https://discord.gg/MdUmu59z
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first caption of many - DOLLHOUSE:
Not all haunted places are bad. Sometimes it’s just cursed objects and sometimes it’s people who have been cursed to be an object. I did what any guy would do on Halloween, I spent the night at a haunted mansion, famously known as the “dollhouse”. No one knew why though…
I thought it sounded so silly. Its name made me even laugh rather than be afraid. The first couple of hours nothing was happening at all. This place was even way more cozy than my own place, maybe I should stay here. I guess you could say I felt right at home.
There were a couple of those mannequins around the house with only the torso and sexy lingerie on them. Someone must’ve put a lot of work into this house, some kind of roleplay or a yearly gag. But either way, it was fun. I felt like this year I was the chosen one and I was enjoying myself.
I slipped into a pair of white slippers I’d found. They were nice, warm and comfy. In the kitchen I was surprised to find a never before used coffee machine and as such it was still working perfectly. Somehow I knew in which cabinet I could find me a nice cup, looking very vintage if I say so myself.
As the coffee was about to drip, a bright light filled the room. Next thing I know I’m in the dark and I hear a heavy thunderstorm rumbling right above the house, making me shudder. Although it spooked me for a second, I was quickly filled by a warm feeling.
I always liked these kind storms while growing up, this was no different. Although I couldn’t make coffee, I was still feeling optimistic. Almost gleefully. I wandered through the house as though I owned the place but stopped right in my tracks as a humanoid doll was right in front of me.
More lightning strikes and every time it does, the doll seems… to be getting… closer? Okay, that was scary. But as the doll got closer and closer, even reaching out for me and eventually embracing me, I realized why I was filled with that warm feeling earlier. Mother’s love…
Another white flash blinds me and the thunder seems to last longer, though fading slowly. I guess I passed out, because when I came to I was in a different room. I knew I was upstairs, probably like the room next to the master bedroom or something. My heart skipped a beat at the thought… That meant I could be a maid and sleep with the master at nights like these.
Why was I having these thoughts? I mean, being with a cheating husband was always hot, right? “No, no, no. That doesn’t sound like you, sweety.” I heard a voice say. The doll from earlier was walking into the room and I was only just now realizing that I hadn’t tried to get up yet. “Oh, don’t worry about that.” she said. Only just now realizing that I was strapped to the chair. “Why are you doing this?” I asked. She’d go on to explain that she’s always wanted a daughter but had been too busy trying to find a way back to being a human.
But this year was going to be different. She learned everything she could about creating a daughter instead. That really calmed me down again, because that meant by the end of the night I’ll be able to fit in all of the clothes around the house. “How come I remember being your daughter and you as the maid of this house?” I asked. Mom explained that she used to be a model but then she was cursed to be a doll, bound to this house. Her entire reality altered, to having always been a maid.
Just because she had a bit of an attitude
back in the day, which she urged her offspring shouldn’t repeat the same
mistakes. That must’ve altered my mind a little bit, because I became very bubbly
and very giggly.
She untied me, I was ready.
The next morning the first thing I did was put on one of the dresses around the house. I was going to be the perfect doll... err I mean daughter.
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