VicExistsWithinAVoid
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She thought about the baby again. About how soft she'd felt. About the wanting.
You don't get to want things, she thought, not for the first time. People like you don't get to want things. You know what you are.
A failure. That was the word. Not the surgery — never the surgery, the surgery was the one place she was not a failure, the one place her hands did exactly what she asked them to, and the outcome made sense, and the variables were manageable. Everything else. Every soft human thing she had ever tried to do. She was so tired of being competent in one room and catastrophic in every other.Bookmarked by VicExistsWithinAVoid
30 Aug 2026
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06 Aug 2026
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Yolanda knows Trinity's hands intimately. She knows the rhythm of them at work, fast and precise and unendingly capable. She has the feeling of them on her waist at two in the morning, warm under the hem of her shirt and pressing into the lower edges of her ribs, memorized. She can find the half-moon scar near Trinity's right thumb without a second glance and is familiar with the way she cracks her knuckles every morning as soon as she wakes up, like her own personal version of a morning stretch.
So when, hardly an hour into their night out with coworkers, Trinity's fist slams into a man's face hard enough to send him staggering into the edge of a high-top table, Yolanda is so stunned that she reels almost as hard as the actual recipient of the punch.
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31 Jul 2026
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Megan Skiendiel is a member of rising global girl group, Katseye. Being a popstar is- exhilarating, life changing, insane. Everyone knows this.
She is also a werewolf. Being one is- dehumanizing, painful, isolating. No one but her knows this.
Or.
Megan hides being something other, until she can't.
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14 May 2026
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"For what it's worth," she said, "I think your program was beautiful."
Mira looked at her with dark eyes that were doing actual work — assessing, categorizing. The look of someone deciding how much of a threat something was.
"You're press," Mira said.
"Photographer. Harang Monthly."
"What do you want?" Her voice was even. Practiced.
"Nothing," Rumi said. "I just meant it."
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28 Feb 2026