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A ritual space for erotic truth-telling, body-oracles, and shadow spells.
This is not a library. It’s an altar. These scrolls are not written for the mind, but for the mouth, the hips, the parts of you that moan before they understand.
Enter slowly. Enter hungry. These aren’t stories to consume. They are erotic alchemy spells to let inside you.
You are not here to read. You are here to remember.
🥀 Ro Rose
These aren’t instructions—they’re invitations. Seeds cast into the wind and wounds of the world, each a moaning spell stitched with shadow. They’re meant to be taken, torn, reworked, remixed—used as starting points for your own erotic art, your own truth-telling rituals. Let them become drawings, dances, altars, moans, or moments of intimate rebellion.
You don’t need to ask permission. You are the permission. And if you do create—something messy, holy, half-formed or whole—you’re warmly invited to circle back, to show me what grew, or what never sprouted. Some seeds rot. Some feed the unseen. These scrolls, too, are meant to decay.
Sovereign Rot | Mythic Descent Scroll
A 7-week erotic descent where power is reclaimed not through climax or identity, but through the sacred digestion and sensual dismantling of the self.
Tender Ruin Trilogy | Praxis for the Queer Body
Back Seam Ecdysis | The Scroll That Split Me Open
Solstice Reframe | A Smut Scroll for the Shortest Night
Mid-thrust | The Sex Magic Shadow-Spells
Truth Ripe on the Tongue | New Moon Invocation
peek behind the curtain to see the witches brew of these creations
Sovereign Rot | Creative Documentation
Tender Ruin | Creative Documentation
Back Seam Ecdysis | Creative Documentation
Solstice Reframe | Creative Documentation
If one of these got under your skin, don’t treat it like a relic. Rip it apart. Lick it. Smear it. Fuck it into a new shape. Layer it into a collage, grind it into a song, press its language into the wet clay of your own work.
I dare you to defile it beautifully. And if you do—if you draw, dance, film, write, fuck something because of it—come back to me. Show me what spilled out. Or just whisper your ideas for what it could become. I want to be ruined by your art too.
Play as Erotic Persona
scrolls that didn’t “work” but still transformed