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  1. Public Bookmark 4

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    Anakt’s 50th class have a field trip to the beach.

    “The sky opening up,” Ivan said, “could explain the state after a heavy rainpour, the beginning rays of the sun shining through after an insistent darkness.” Thoughtfully, his eyes had glanced in Till’s direction before turning back to the ceiling above them, where a pixel in the middle of a static cloud flickered. “It was also, some believed, a description of an event that happened during the end of everything. A remaking of sorts. A splitting of the world. Fascinating, no?”

    One of Till’s hands had cupped itself over the other, rubbing at each of his knuckles in turn. They’re not too different, he thought. An ending to all of this would be a kind of clearing too.

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    12 Feb 2026

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    « The lack of permanence slowly but surely has him writing nonsense, such as why? and if only »

    wonderfully fascinating ♡

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    An insight into how Till's luck is going: his new stalker is unfortunately very cute.

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    12 Feb 2026

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    At home, it seemed everything could be a coincidence, the identicality of every room, her eight adopted sisters who sat at a range between two years older and two years younger than Sua herself, who all had round eyes and dark hair, who were all always dressed in thick satin frills, and whose birthdays fell in succession during the last three months of the year. It was arbitrary yet surgical, the precision with which their mother decided what was worth loving in her children.

    Sua would try to deal with this suffocating sameness in small reminders that she could be different, if only in the length of her fingernails, the skew of her smile, the undisciplined shrill of her voice when her sides were tickled. The truth is, she learned these small triumphs from Mizi who already had many strange enthusiasms as a child which gave her a personhood, such as running in circles until she fell over and coming to rest against Sua to mumble with an unwavering passion about nonsense until she made herself break into a fit of giggles.

    Every train eventually reaches its destination. Sua has spent her life convinced she could always hear its encroaching whistle chasing her.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    « It’s calming in a way, having such a physical manifestation of her separation from the world. »

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    "So, what do you need me to do?" Ivan asks, placing his chin on his arm. "Should I pose as I did for that soap advertisement? Lean back on my elbows against the pillows? Perhaps your classmates would enjoy such a visual? I understand that with your workload, dating opportunities are scarce, and I happen to know my looks are at least a little beyond passable to particularly desperate souls."

    Till bites his bottom lip to keep from scowling. He would be damned before he allows any of his own classmates get such ideas about Ivan. Ivan's classmates are already a pain in the ass as is. Still, it is better if their fantasies stay limited to Ivan's polished exterior, devoid of any of the chips or cracks, such as the ones around his mouth, where his real joy lies.

    If anyone ever found out the way Ivan likes to lick the bottom of the mug with the broken handle after drinking his chocolate milk, Till might just have to kill himself.

    (Three photoshoots between photography student Till and his model, best friend... and whatever else.)

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    05 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    « The adjectives Till likes to use for Ivan lack the edge. Silly. Annoyingly smart. Clingy. Annoyingly endearing. In his mouth, there are only all vowels, with all rounded corners. »

  5. Public Bookmark 15

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    “I doubt that so much is written about the mystery of love for it to be as simple as that.” Ivan adjusts how he’s sitting to get a little closer to Till, so that they’re less across from one another and more side-by-side. Till doesn't shift away. “I’d say it’s human to want to be taken care of.”

    “Fuck if I know,” Till sighs. “Fuck. If. I. Know.”

    “Thankfully, life is about finding the answers, not having them.” Ivan shifts so that their shoulders touch, one of the plastic leaves catching on his cat-ear headband.

    (Or: Present-day Chicago, teeming with werewolves and vampires alike. Till, a werewolf, finds a very unlikely friend in Ivan, a vampire.)

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    28 Jan 2026

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    biting music, werewolves, vampires, and ofc till and ivan! « bonus points if there’s a fresh sweet cherry on top instead of a maraschino cherry, meant to match your eyes when you’re glowing in the sun. »