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08 Sep 2026
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Holden Ford's life is one shade of white after another: white apartment walls, neat white, iron pressed button-ups, dozens upon goddamn dozens of round, white pills that calm the anxious buzz that goes through him like an electrical current day after day.
White cigarettes pinched between lips he can't stop staring at, white hair shorn like a soldier's, white t-shirts over thin boxer shorts.
White upon white upon white.
His hands are bloody with the dark, explicit thoughts that race through his mind, with the things he can't bear to say out loud. These perfect shades of white, of his life, are marred by this russet gore, this evidence of his revolting vulnerability.
When Holden's panic disorder reaches its worst, darkest point, he learns that only blood satiates intimacy; that he is more than what he must be; and that he doesn't know who it is that looks back at him in the mirror.
He is a person in the same way that they profile a serial killer; through implications gleaned from the minutiae, the trivial.
If not a person, if only the implications...
It begs the question: who, or what, is Holden Ford?
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19 Jun 2026
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30 Apr 2026
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A timeline of missing pieces, focused on Tommy, Lizzie and Charles, with one critical AU event: after the ballet, Oswald Mosley makes good on his innuendo and Tommy lets him.
(and probably multiple minor AU events...)
Widely ranging in POV and narrative voice.
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21 Feb 2026
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all of my mohabbot monday works!
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18 Feb 2026