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...when it was just her and the bike, she could feel the tension ease, her mind unspooling as she let go of everything that wasn’t her, the motorcycle beneath her, and the wind. In those moments, she wasn’t too much or too little, and her mind wasn’t running in circles. Somehow, in the roar of an engine and the rush of the wind, she could find lightness, peace. A clarity that came to her with the twist of a throttle.
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Zoey participates in wind therapy to help with her writer's block. It's always been a solo adventure, until tonight.
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04 Dec 2025
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Mira asks, “So, what, we just pretend ‘polytrix’ isn’t top one on the global trending list right now?”
“It’s—” Rumi physically freezes. It looks like it takes her a moment to compute what Mira had said, then she finishes stiffly, “It’s what?”
Mira’s never been one to lie; and, lo and behold, hashtag polytrix was indeed pressed up as number one on the social media app they’re staring at. Zoey glances down at the related hashtags trending with it: #ITSREAL #POLYTRIXONTOP #RUMIONBOTTOM #HUNTR/XGIRLS #TOTHEGAYWORLD
Or, Mira, Rumi, and Zoey get caught in the middle of their fans' shipping war—but maybe one ship in particular has more substance than the others.
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03 Dec 2025
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Rumi is asked to write a song for a new solo EP, but she is having trouble writing it.
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Rumi writes a song about Mira and ZoeyBookmarked by picklesthegreat
03 Dec 2025
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“Umma,” Nari whispered in awe, her fingers tracing lightly along Mira’s skin, “you have patterns too… like Momma.”
It took Mira a second to process what she meant. She glanced down, finally realizing her daughter’s little hands were resting over the faint stretch marks that curved softly along the sides of her stomach.
“Oh,” Mira breathed, letting out a quiet laugh, “these aren’t patterns, plum.”
Nari blinked up at her, clearly unconvinced, waiting for more.
“They’re called stretch marks,” Mira explained gently, resting her own hand over Nari’s to guide her tiny fingertips. “When you were in my belly, you kept growing… and my stomach grew with you so you’d have more room. The marks showed up as my skin stretched to make space for you.”
Nari’s small brows furrowed, processing that with deep toddler concentration. Her fingertip traced along one of the faint silvery lines, feather-light and curious.
“I was in here?” she asked softly, glancing up at Mira like she was confirming the biggest secret in the world.
Mira’s chest warmed, a quiet ache pressing behind her ribs. She nodded slowly. “Mhm. The whole nine months.”
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Polytrix as mothers.
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03 Dec 2025
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Mira just stares into the bag for a moment.
“Zoey, how much of your money did you spend on allegedly haunted trash?”
“None, I swear!”
“...how much of my money did you spend on allegedly haunted trash?”
The shorter woman grins. “Well, technically, it was your parents money…”
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Paranormal investigator couple Mira and Zoey stumble across the evidence they've been searching for. It's just not quite what they were expecting.
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02 Dec 2025