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  1. Summary

    A series of solo written afterthoughts from roleplay and various collaborative stories over the years. In rough chronological order of events, or ideal reading order.

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    Series of short fics/drabbles centered around dysphoria, intrusive thoughts, and dead stuff. Ya know, that hgsn thing.
    Inspired by Being Human by Bent Knee.

    'I imagine your dead body lying in my bed
    And I note the details why you had to go
    You never liked the thought of being human anyway
    Death is one more option to explore'

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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    The worst part about knowing, is knowing.

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    03 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Are they both fucking queers?

    ^^barking outloud

  2. Public Bookmark 34

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    Five minutes ago Hikaru was flipping through a magazine, stretched out on Yoshiki's bed while Yoshiki sat on the floor watching something on his phone. A normal afternoon - right up until Yoshiki turned around, frowning in that way he does when he has a question he's not sure he'll like the answer to. Yoshiki gives Hikaru that kind of look a lot, these days.

    "Where do things go when you put 'em inside you? Impurities and stuff?"

    And Hikaru shrugged, and said, "I dunno. If you really wanted to find out I guess you'd have to look for yourself."

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    04 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    You see her for the first time out of the corner of your eye. Your head snaps up, the bright splash of red demanding your attention. It does not get it. Instead you find yourself transfixed by her pale mask.

    Your first thought, is that you are hungry.

    Your second thought, is that she's seen you.

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    02 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 38

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    “Didn’t think I’d get this far,” Kris tells Dess.

    “Hey.” Dess taps their nose, and they peer up at it through their bangs, the vibrant brightness of her face. “I’m glad you’re here, harbinger. You’re going to figure this out.”

    Kris hums, noncommittal. Somewhere halfway across the country their friends are finishing up final exams. A whole year out there, learning new things, living new places. So many things they’ve seen that Kris never has, never will. Certainly, their friends have traveled further beyond the bounds of Hometown than they ever have. Into some world that surely cannot exist. Some reality that doesn’t include them.

    They know, of course, that theirs is a problem that can never be solved.

    (When they’re ten years old Kris Dreemurr is shown a video by their mother. It is of a coyote that has been raised by a dog mother, with dog siblings, in a human house.)

    On surviving your end and what comes next.

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    06 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Just—twist themself into the right shape. Into anything people would like. Jackels? Dingos? Painted dogs? Dholes?

    Grasping at straws. It all slips away. None of it fits. Just—useless, useless words for canines that are better than they could ever be.
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    my younger 'surely im not a wolf i have to be something else a different kind of canine has to fit better -- i know, a DHOLE!' self is wilding rn. fucking awoo. love this fic love coyote kris.

  5. Public Bookmark 28

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    The voice in their head says, with all the confidence of a straw wrapper being slowly torn to shreds, I have a crush on Noelle.

    Kris yells, internally, WHAT????

    I have a crush on— the voice trips over itself and into Kris’s throat, coming out externally as, “you weren’t supposed to hear that. You weren’t supposed to hear that. How did you hear that?”

    Uh, because we share a brain? Kris flails. Pretends to flail. Kinda hard to flail in a headspace they can only see like, a quarter of the time. Dude!! What!! The fuck!!! Are you trying to psych me out or something? That’s my SISTER!!!

    “Yeah, well, she isn't mine!”

    (Kris's headmate/soul/mostly appreciated brainfriend feels all those mushy things Kris has never been able to comprehend.)

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    05 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Was trying to say, how? How can I be anything at all? How do all of you know what love means? Why does everybody act like it’s so important?

    […]

    Never said it because it’s one thing to say I don’t think I get crushes but it’s a whole other thing to look your sister in the eye and say hey I don’t love you when she hugs you and says it all the time. To tell the best person in the world that you think best but you don’t know what friendship feels like. That sometimes everything is motions. And Kris is really really good at motions, by now. At pretending.”

    (Blasting he poos clouds by owen pallett / ‘you may have been made for love but I’m just made’)
    So grateful for art and artists who can just. Articulate this so clearly.