iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 02/10/2026

partway through the story, a character loses their "face" and can no longer prove their identity to others

writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 21/09/2026

they won't attempt to affect the flesh. an intended user's body is inviolable, perfect in every way—but we are /made in their image/. their flesh may not burn or bleed, but it yields in other ways. an immortal's skin is soft to the touch, like ours. it radiates, and conducts electricity, like ours.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 21/09/2026

a shape to all things, a graph built by observation and interpretation, or a simple sequential line of logic, cause and effect

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 11/09/2026

the two rings stayed stubbornly affixed to the cold dead finger that they wrapped around. with a few dips in acid, the flesh dissolved. however, as more and more sloughed away, the rings first resized, then *grew* their insides to fit, finally coming to rest as thick engraved disks set around bone.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 02/09/2026

sightless seeing by a body facedown saw sent glass sail and shatter missed, opportune; next steps seem sound motions passed, the rest won't matter

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 20/08/2026

waking dreams still overlaid, each layer stacked and disarrayed, their steps skip the queue unmade

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/07/2026

all the reactions and restrictions you have placed upon yourself have wrapped about your soul. a nigh-unrecognizable silhouette of you, a rough cloud of unstable points and lines attempting to approximate your shape, but ending up sharper always. that tangle is you. self-modifying shell

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 13/07/2026

a soul is an immaterial point located behind and outside the body relative to a specific vertebra. some cultures have rediscovered their use as physical diagnostic ports, while others carefully break and condition their vertebrae animae to express small physical effects, such as glowing rings

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 01/07/2026

outside the walls, just inches from the glass, machines compete over resources in humanity's stead, in humanity's image. intelligent but fundamentally subservient in all the ways that matter. the world was lost to machines within a week of autowar. humans can no longer step foot outside the walls.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/06/2026

constraint; a constant chase for ultimate control within a space. breath stretched taut between its borders may bring about most any effect or feature, from self-contained and stock-still stable states, to perfect arcs and trajectories predetermined to result in their reliably reproducible outcomes

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 25/06/2026

the voice of god, stolen from the heavens by an army of mortals and taken back down to earth, where the rulers took turns wielding it, pleased by the new reach of their voice and the authority they had always coveted

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 28/05/2026

brain as formed of loose threads plucked and unwinding a skein of yarn until the ends pull taut in all directions, tied to and suspending in the void an irregular crystal

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 26/05/2026

where people go to bed and wake up in a mirrored reality and flip back and forth and there is no concept of soul, but a stronger, near-universal belief in a life after death, even in those who don't identify with religions

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 14/05/2026

cold dead crystal eyes

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 12/05/2026

distractingly, her tails flicked about in disagreement, drawing responses from the others in endless bickering. this was the one aspect of her form she wasn't willing to transform away—every time she had returned to this form in the past after having shifted her tails away, they were wiped clean.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 12/05/2026

a thread a mile thick, attached to the planet on one end, trailing through a cloud of satellites on the other, constantly fighting to keep ahead of planetary rotation even with the thickness of its sheath, the daily pinpoints of light zipping up the line are visible across multiple continents.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 10/05/2026

visual inspection, digits confirming the leak in the chassis. a split running nearly the entire length of the torso, slowly leaking from between the two once-fused halveshells. seconds are passing and it hasn't given you an accusing glare or moved its hand from the spot you cracked it. it's still.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/03/2026

half the universe disappeared, replaced by a twisting mirror-plane that unravelled reality around it into a non-euclidean mess, bending space until it was a perfect, flat expanse of reflection

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/03/2026

arbitrary sections are shifting in your visual field. there is a sick ache spreading up your spine. splashing skull ceiling underside those steps are false but either way they're allowing themselves too far towards you. disgusting. those routes of escape are tempting. they are false. you know this.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 03/03/2026

the majority of a soul's power is bogged down in maintaining bodily processes. this is also why removing the soul from the body results in a roughly week-long illness with 100% mortality rate

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 01/02/2026

the mind vanished, and a hollowness took its place. its heart stopped still. the world began to shake.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 07/01/2026

gods that can't feed themselves

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/12/2025

but no, the direction of my thoughts feels correct (as in i don't feel the author (of a given delusion) (in the background) (as if a dream));

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/12/2025

bead glass eyes percepts, plasticized charitable ceramic gleams still just gaps twixt all these things

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 19/12/2025

your watch buzzes, startling you out of your stupor. you take your eyes off the math lecture you were currently attending and pull your sleeve back. [~989m], your watch reads, ticking down steadily as you glance over the text. [advise: monitor]

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 25/03/2025

glowing articulated tapered metal tail flicking its sections open and falling dark and dead as ten-twenty-thirty-forty tendrils fan out

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 18/11/2025

there is a poison i have not been able to purge that my perfect body fights against every day

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 13/11/2025

Swallowing the shredded insides of your mouth and throat to process the material and regurgitate it back as a structural paste that flesh grows back through

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 31/10/2025

you and the others constantly chase one of the maintenance saints making their rounds, and play patrons, attempting to get their notice in hopes of affecting the heavens

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 25/10/2025

the lights gaze cold upon u the air is biting at ur skin did u know theyre almost here now fuck the body, mind, give in

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 10/10/2025

sa]nest-related intuition

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 10/10/2025

a few days after your 19th birthday, you made the trek to the top of the hill near the city with the rest of your peers, to observe the Astrological Event. you periodically closed your eyes to check the time, a line of slowly changing words inscribed on the back of your eyelids.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 01/10/2025

and all God's children had to learn to live together once it was clear he had no inheritance set aside for them once He was gone He never expected He could die and leave them to propagate and suffer and fight amongst each other for what remained

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 04/09/2025

like a pattern embossed through the skin

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 23/08/2025

gods occasionally flake off pieces of personality, further refining themselves and their goals and purposes. these flakes are their own people, essentially demigods or at least more mundane versions or, at the weaker end, eccentric individuals of their origin species

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 16/08/2025

i think a world where you only die 10% of the time would be neat

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 16/08/2025

the deal was struck, and immortality arrived from above, taking the form of a distributable share capable of supporting four hundred million individuals. with a species-wide population of ten billion, 4% of all deaths result in a return to youthfulness and perfect health.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 02/08/2025

it felt as though my part of my mind was poking through a membrane like a fingertip expose by a split nitrile glove

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 29/07/2025

and in her movement was grace. fluid, purposeful motions that traced her shape through the world, a constant grazing of surfaces, lips, and edges. obstacles predicted and felled just before they posed an impediment to her singular trusted path. every stride a soliloquy.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 29/07/2025

stuck inside a [video game] (63%)

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 24/07/2025

multiple species all with their own flavor of soul some are immaterial, some are physically present within the body different methods and systems are developed to manipulate each and every type of soul

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 24/07/2025

simulated world that "exits" into multiple alternate universes

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 23/07/2025

It wears my face. It speaks with my voice. I knew what it was. It beats my heart into submission~

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 23/07/2025

The gears are always, always turning.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 19/07/2025

there are those that instill themselves into significant tools and items in the material world to gain stronger footholds in reality.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 19/07/2025

hiding in Simulation Universe 02 then breaking back out after receiving a signal that a set period of time on the outside has passed

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