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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    Right now, Ludmila watches as Marya leans against the jamb, crossing her arms as she smiles. The contentment radiates off of her like sunlight. Ludmila's gaze traces the faint wrinkles etching the corners of Marya's eyes and is reminded, with a pang, of how much older Marya has grown in their decades and centuries apart.

    "Your shoes," she finally says. She arches a finger at Ludmila's boots, strewn about. "Take one of them, the better one. Polish it and leave it out, alright?"

    She blinks.

    "You want me to... what?"

    An attempt to celebrate the Scrapsylvanian tradition of Shoe Saint's Day.

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    10 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 1

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    Marya tells Ludmila about some of her scars.

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    04 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 4

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    the night of the fight.

    ask prompt! combined a couple here <3 this uh. was supposed to be shorter. oops.

    35. kissing their bruises/scars
    55. tracing the lines on the other's hand

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    She asks, too, about the scar in the center of Marya's palm. The one that is not quite healed and looks a bit worse for wear, jagged and angry, but does not seem to hurt her as much as would be expected. When Marya cannot answer her, she does not push. She will learn it later, when Marya is ready — and if she is never ready, that too will be okay.

    She does, however, press her lips against the back of Marya's hand, lingering just shy of the wound edge. It looks like it went clean through, at one point. When she glances up, mouth still against the skin, Marya's gaze is so, so soft.

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    04 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    or, "this was supposed to center on mistletoe shenanigans and the author got derailed into marya's conflicted feelings about taking up the mantle again."

    there are also mistletoe shenanigans, of course.

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    When Straka took the Kingfisher, it did not swallow the ship whole. Marya could not look away, would not look away, as Comfrey pulled her out of danger and onto the deck of the Zephyr. Comfrey robbed her of her rightful fate alongside the one her crew and her ship and Ludmila did not deserve, and if she could not go down with them, she woud at least bear witness.

    The beast bit her beautiful, sparkling ship in half, leaving its stern and crew to fall into the ocean below as it consumed the bow. She had assumed it was incinerated whole by the crow's furnace.

    How much of it was reshaped into the door that led her back to Ludmila?

    Chewing her lip anxiously, Ludmila offers her open palm, and there in the middle lays a gleaming pendant carved into a feather, split evenly down the middle, one side of the shaft brilliant cobalt and the other a shimmering fire-orange.

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    28 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    "Why are you here?" [...]

    "Keeping tabs on my little oddball." The specter hands her a cup and, notably, the world does not warp around her. "Do not drop this one. I'm tired of cleaning up."

    "I have already ruled that out." The laws of physics work here, Zoodian though they might be. They have not flown close enough to Zern for the gravity to shift, in this run.

    "Mila—"

    "Ludmila," she corrects, harsher than she means to. There is only one person allowed to call her that, and she is worlds and timelines away.

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    they pull ludmila from her glass coffin, and it takes some time to understand reality. this is my excuse to write her having genuine trauma from everything, and also the fact that i too would be having a Rough Time if i'd just spent centuries in a tube and then brought back to life.

    this was supposed to be like 2k max of smut and it ballooned to this. oh well! hope you enjoy! <3

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    19 Feb 2026