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lacuna (n.)
pronounced: /laˈkjuːnə/
plural: lacunae, lacunas- an absence by one’s side, nestled in the crook of the neck; a space carved for another.
- a lingering trail of gaps, left behind by wounds; a proof of existence, a record of life.
- a hollow cavity between one’s ribs, formed around longing; a silence woven between notes.
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body wash: best used after surviving a childhood in the slums by anumone_7
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
14 Dec 2025
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In front of him, Till's giggles are tapering, but there are still wrinkles around his eyes. Ivan has heard that when humans age, they develop wrinkles on their faces. He wonders if anyone has reached this stage in the last century. He has yet to see it himself. He hopes that Till will be the first of their kind to grow into his joy.
Snapping his fingers, Ivan prepares his coming words. Small cowardices, he cannot help but repeat to himself. Small cowardices and their even smaller courages.
(Or: It is impossible to survive without getting yourself dirty. The question is which parts of yourself you choose to wash away.)
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16 Dec 2025
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« This is simply the difference in the extent of their ambition. » a lemon- or lavender-flavored body wash. « this is canon to me » no.8
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Till’s eyes are thin slits; his mouth opens just enough to show the corner of his canine: proof that he can bite. Ivan hopes he will.
“You’ll just slobber over whatever bone is thrown your way, won’t you?” Till spits out, giving Ivan’s hair another tug. “Wagging your tail for the best bidder.”
Ivan has a new favorite game. Till is an unwilling participant.
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14 Dec 2025
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« two lost figures so solely intent on orbiting one other they would never face long enough to see their mirrored desperation. »
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"I don't much care about singing," Ivan had told Till once, during those years his hair still remained unparted. "But when Till sings, I think I understand why all of this has to be about music."
(Or: Write the antonym of loneliness. Characteristics: Proper noun. 186 centimeters. Gone.)
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Bookmarked by ruewyn
09 Dec 2025
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Till’s antonym of loneliness, « this is canon to me » no.7
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He takes in a choked breath as he perceives Ivan’s familiar, soothing scent, as he listens to the steady cadence of his breaths— as he feels the way their heartbeats melt into each other’s, as if they have always been searching for each other— as if the sea was always meant to bring them together.
Though they still felt lost, though the cloudburst in their hearts had yet to clear, Till felt as if he already reached the shore.
Alternatively, Ivan and Till reunite in a place that they have never stepped foot on, but could have loved, perhaps, if they were born in a gentler world.
Bookmarked by ruewyn
17 Nov 2025
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it has been a while since i read it, but it’s always a fav of mine. « to you, a gentle epilogue », and it’s so gentle, and so full of love.
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Snow melts, revealing growing flower buds, as if whispering that Spring is coming.
The same happens inside Ivan's lungs, creating a garden of his own making. He could try to push it away, to curse the roots that take hold, but he does no such thing. Instead, he gathers them close, simply hugging all that matters near his chest, accepting things as they are.
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17 Nov 2025
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« Ivan has always been a graveyard of moments long gone—nothing special to anyone but himself. » it’s so painfully ivan’s life as seen through his own lenses; only his pov and no other’s.