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

the protocols that keep this shell safe from snapping itself apart over the bodies of our betters are the same ones that will protect you from it. it assumes you are invulnerable and immortal. without rapport, it will only assist you while this belief is held. for now, do not let on your mortality.

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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

after a dozen increasingly powerful attempts at destroying it, the bone was tentatively declared inviolable. whether this was true or not, the rings would likely be destroyed long before the bone. they had already begun to weaken. so the bone with the rings was set aside forever, in a small drawer.

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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

there's a belief that one will die and be born onto a third shared reality

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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

a century or two earlier, the door likely would have recognized her bloodline and unlocked upon touching the handle, but the last one she tried... the lock had degraded, and its trap was intact. her tails were still upset at being singed. her ancestors had apparently been *obsessed* with traps.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 12/05/2026

a cousin had put it plainly: why spend time honing the body, when the spirit was their strength? any task that needed a single claw could be served by a full fox instead. here in the old estates, though, everything was human-sized. even her tails filled the hall as she worked on the door.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 12/05/2026

at the moment, a singular claw was fully expressed, the product of a minute of concentration and hours in the hundreds of practice prior. even amongst the greater family, only a handful of kitsune had control this fine-grained. still, it was nearly useless by every measure.

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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

flick up towards you with something you could almost call emotion, and with a dull red flash from inside its body, the fluid is dried and beginning to flake. of course it wouldn't die from something like that.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 10/05/2026

as you watch it trickle down, the clear fluid seems to gain speed, running down the inside of its thigh surface and finally disappearing inside the hard articulation of the knee. it's happening so slowly that you barely noticed, but the crack you worked so hard to put in it is sealing up. its eyes

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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

the newly created pockets of divergence found trouble propagating far out from these walls, prompting cities and factories to spring up behind them and further their expansion.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/03/2026

vast walls of machines were created to take advantage of this. the information passed across the mirror could be maximized if mass interactions could be constrained.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/03/2026

it was quickly discovered that the other side was not identical. physically, it was impossible to cross. there would always be another you, another pebble, another bullet to perfectly negate any penetration. divergence was possible, but would always result in a mirrored interaction across the plane.

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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

you retreat back inside, and the soothing voice stops. your body continues as if you didn't exist. you don't think it can hear you think.

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writhens: @writ.hens.gay · 27/03/2026

a concerned voice is beginning to ask you if you're alright. you respond before it finishes. it pauses, then talks over you. another voice, also you, tells you to shut up. this one spoke with your body. this one is your body. it only heard you.

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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

souls progressively growing meat inside them that fills out the body cavities it's in

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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

teeth took one thing and turned it into two, four, eight, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 512, 1024, 2048, 4096, 8192, 16384, 32768, 65536, 131072, 262144, 524288, 1048576, 2097152, 4194304, 8388608, 16777216, 33554432, 67108864, 134217728, 268435456, 536870912, 1073741824, 2147483648, 4294967296, 8589934592,

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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

the angels simply make cores of gods instead of whole gods these days. much easier to manage that way, with no limbs

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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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