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    i dote on dazai too much and need an outlet.

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  1. Public Bookmark 65

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    There was a girl back in the Akademiya. Odd, that she was so integral to his expulsion, and yet Zandik could not remember her name. He barely remembered her face. He remembered what she looked like when he cut her open at the picnic – the horror so fleeting, how her mouth slanted and froze there, like it intended to slide off her face. She’d thought he was handsome and interesting. He hadn’t cared if she thought he was the ugliest creature Irimsul ever recorded, truthfully. He just wanted to know what it looked like to see someone’s insides, how long it took for them to cool from the unyielding grip of death.

    He cared if this stranger thought he was handsome.

    “Do you trust me, Veksel?” He asked at last.

    And Feofan smiled at him, glitter in those spellbinding eyes. “Not even slightly.”

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    Zandik is not certain he loves. But he is certain he knows what he wants -- and what all versions of him have in common.

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    29 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 19

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    The existence of personified nations was always an open secret. But when the public became fully aware of the ties these beings had with the land, the ethical considerations of these nations working under the government were sparked. Some of them have worked with less-than-ideal leaders, enabling genocide, colonisation, and corruption. Can they be trusted to remain in these positions? Should anyone be compelled to act on behalf of a government they do not agree with? If they are bound to their leaders' decisions, is it moral to keep them there at all?

    They have lived for hundreds of years, and they will live for a hundred more. So the world had to ask: Should we recognise these beings as people, and do they deserve freedom?

    After years of negotiation, international debates, and voting. A collective agreement from all world leaders had finally granted these nations freedom. No government leash, no political obligations. Now, with their own set of rights and personhood, they face an entirely new question: What does a nation become when there’s no country to represent anymore?

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    26 Jan 2026

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    "You will bend for me many times, I think, before this production is over."

    Shane means to say no. He means to tell Ilya Rozanov—arrogant Bolshoi principal dancer and professional pain in his ass—to fuck off and stop moving set pieces without permission. Instead, he ends up on his knees in a dressing room, which is definitely not how the Royal Winnipeg Ballet’s stage manager is supposed to handle conflict resolution.

    Three weeks until opening night. One impossible rivalry. And absolutely no way this ends well.

    or: Ilya comes to Winnipeg for The Nutcracker. Shane tries very hard to hate him. The mind-blowing hate-sex doesn’t help.

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    23 Dec 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 11

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    "I think I'll hate you forever."

    Saparata smiled. Lips hovered over the exposed nerve endings. "So why did you come back for me?"

    (or, the vaguely inspired orpheus and eurydice, where one can only remember their past lives after the other dies. the walk into hell electric boogaloo)

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    25 Nov 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 61

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    A tall man with a well-built frame, dressed in a black chef coat stained with flour, walked out of the back kitchen. "Reney! Where did you put the…" He interrupted himself when his blue eyes caught Anaxa, and he sort of looked mesmerized. Then the poor guy hit his head with one of the shelves. Anaxa scrunched his nose at how loud the sound was, while Cyrene looked worried.

    "Are you okay?" Both Anaxa and the girl asked at the same time.

    "Yes! Sorry about that." The man smiled sheepishly while running a hand through his messy white hair. Anaxa almost snorted at how the other pretended his forehead didn't hurt from the hit.

    Once Cyrene ensured the guy wasn't badly hurt, she smiled and said, "Good timing, Chef Phainon! This gentleman here wants information about wedding cake flavors."

    "Oh…" Phainon sort of looked disappointed. "Congratulations," he mumbled with a smile.

    Anaxa deadpanned. "It's not for me. It's for my picky brother."

    Or, Anaxa only wants his brother to choose a goddamn cake for his wedding, and Phainon keeps fumbling.

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    11 Nov 2025