• We aim to bring a human touch to the world dominated by AI, spreading love of traditional art and writing.

  • We say 'no' to purity culture by creating captivating sex and kink-friendly worlds, focusing on queer characters.

  • We challenge traditional gender roles and subvert expectations.

  • We want to preserve art in physical form that'll withstand the test of time.

Caerme

A wordsmith who turns logorrhea into art. Loves beautiful words and hurt/comfort, specialises in non-sexual kink exploration with a healthy dose of character study. Their favourite animal is a Pallas cat, and they can't live without their favourite teas.
You can find them on Bsky.

TheFluffyGreyOne

An illustrator and a layouter, specialising in traditional tools like ink and alcohol markers. Old gay men getting kinky connaisseur and a botanical illustrations lover. Their favourite animal is the atlantic puffin simply because she likes them fat and feisty. Puffins aren’t build for flying but they stubbornly do it anyway, how cool is that?
You can find them on Bsky.

Zine: The Peacock Prince

The courtesan was upon him in an instant. He wrestled the weapon out of the assailant’s limping fingers and threw it towards Diluc, who caught it in mid-flight. Within seconds, the would-be assassin was splayed on the roof with a blade pressed to his throat and the courtesan's knee dangerously close to his groin. One swing and the man would cry out again; one slash and he would be dead within minutes. Diluc stood there, panting, with a single thought repeating like a mantra in his head.
Archons, he's so gorgeous. I want him.Or: Diluc develops a crush on an a very exclusive courtesan, Kaeya. He helps him fend off the assassins, and a pleasant evening together follows~

Zine: W każdym naszym wcieleniu

A Polish kaeluc anthology
Writers: Minke, Caerme
Cover art: TheFluffyGreyOne

Zine: Sinner

Sunday wasn't used to other people’s touch. Physical closeness made him feel unclean. That was why he always wore gloves and washed his hands after every social interaction; his mind couldn't stand the thought that someone was touching his bare skin. He'd been this way for years, and only Robin's touch was welcome, although in small doses.But now… For some impossible reason, Sunday wanted more. More of those touches, more of the kisses, the slow drag of fingernails along his sides and the softest of pecks placed on the highest point of his shoulder. Those caresses were driving him insane with need.Sunday Oak: the Family head, the confessor, the sinner.
He opposed the gods to create a paradise he's been dreaming of his whole life and was willing to pay the highest price for his rebellion. He seems stoic and orderly at first glance, but what secrets is he hiding under his perfectly controlled mask?
Join us on a sensual trip through three different stories, exploring Sunday's guilt, love, and lust.
Whether it's a confession gone awry, a guilt-filled cosmic nightmare, or an unexpected kinky offer from his crush, Sunday will face his inner demons and succumb to the deepest, most intimate desires he didn't even know he had.Only for mature readers; reader discretion is advised.