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Victoria De Capua
@victoriadecapua.bsky.social
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Vancouver BC area novelist, screenwriter, solo poly, ex line cook she/her

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UBC CRWR ‘18
SCCC Film&Video ‘08

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me: gotta read this script because gonna be busy the rest of the week.

also me: tomorrow tho.
December 10, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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my favorite mug broke today, and it’s no longer being manufactured, and i’m absolutely devastated.

rip to the perfect mug, i am truly heartbroken and i will miss you forever.
photo of a large white mug with a single black stripe at the top, two black stripes at the bottom, and the word “DAD” written on it in black text.
December 10, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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Yes, when a fellow’s soaked through, it’s hard to be sensible, that’s a fact.
December 10, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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Drop a lawyer
December 10, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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Fictional people I made.
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18. What do you think about the most?
December 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Thanks nai 🔥
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20. Do you know that you are loved?

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December 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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It’s between western state hospital in 2008 and overlake hospital in 2010. Western state is horrifying. Overlake I couldn’t remember but that was the “I have to go back to Canada now” moment. There was no moving forward in the US.
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17. What was your rock bottom?
December 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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Sophie’s Choice. It’s a problematic book but it was the only book in the asylum that wasn’t lady detective novel covered in crayon. If you’re stuck in a place like that, a good book is salvation. Bonus for being hard cover, so it doubles a weapon. It was also a jumping off point for my work.
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16. What one work of art: a song, a book, painting, film or poem, can you say altered the trajectory of your life?
December 9, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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Been taking my medication every day for fifteen years. Sleeping a lot if not always in a great schedule.

Also writing. Probably writing. And just being hyper vigilant about my mood, whether it’s too hot or not relative to my situation.
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9. How have you been protecting your mental health?
December 9, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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🔥
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3. What is your favorite emoji?
December 9, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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Haven’t been to sleep yet. I am so wrong right now.
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1. What time did you wake up this morning?
December 9, 2025 at 2:38 PM
victoriadecapua.bsky.social
and for no reason, gratuitous Sergei being Sergei.

He also refers to all guns as "she". As in "I like your rifle. She's pretty."

Anyway I'll probably write a blog about this process later.
Sergei knelt down next to one of the smaller machine guns in its boxy square mounting and ran his fingertips over the nearly-pristine barrel. He lowered his head and sniffed the new paint, a dreaminess coming over him as though he was enjoying the scent of a woman’s hair. His whole attitude was unaffectedly sensual. The grin he turned on Vikram was slightly intoxicated. “They’re so pretty,” he purred, directing his comment to the machine gun. “So… virgin.”
December 9, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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This isn't exactly a flashback. There aren't many "our world" scenes. This is because Vikram, who has a disorder that is a kind of total memory, has access to a shipboard OS normally requiring a lot of programming to create artificial physical objects. But he can do it instantaneously.
“Why not get us a box?” Edward teased. “I wasn’t in a box,” Vikram said. “Ah.” Two seats waited for them. Vikram sank into one, and Edward followed suit, finding the sensation completely accurate to what it felt like to sit in a folding, slightly threadbare theatre seat. He wondered what his actual body was doing out in the real world—whether another individual approaching them would find themselves immersed in the memory. It was entirely possible that Vikram was conscious, splitting his mind between the two worlds the way he had when he’d copied Delaware’s gesture signature.  The lights went down. Edward relaxed into his surroundings, allowing himself to accept them. The orchestra began to play those initial, smooth warmup notes before taking up the themes of Beethoven’s Ninth. Edward knew it reasonably well. Enough to know that both the musicians and the mind now resurrecting them had it exact. The notes ebbed and throbbed. The chorus of angelic human voices was enough to raise tears in his eyes. It was glorious to hear, but it pulled open the ever present wounds inside him, because he knew in his rational mind that these people were dead. This concert hall was gone, deep under the sea along with London and the rest of the known world.  He glanced at Vikram, who seemed to be enjoying the music, but was not as affected. In fact, now that Edward looked fully at him, he seemed distant. It was more than passing strange given this was Vikram’s memory and he was distracted from the truly astonishing performance he was currently recreating. Edward reached out to grasp his hand, but his attention was diverted by the sound of a whisper just behind them. “I think he must have been like us.” “Who?” “Ludwig.” They were children, small enough that they could both share one seat. A boy of Indian complexion, perhaps four years old, and a girl who looked almost twin to him. She was smaller and chubbier, her dark curls falling over her forehead like baby crow feathers. She slumped against her brother with that graceless child posture that spoke of instinctive trust while he stroked her hair back tenderly from her forehead. “Like us how?” she wanted to know. “He went deaf before he made this, so it’s all from memory. Every note, every instrument directly from his mind.” “What is deaf?” The boy smiled and signed it for her—touching his chest with two fingers, then touching his cheekbone. “Deaf. Can’t hear.” “He couldn’t hear?” “Children.” This whispered rebuke came from the beautiful woman seated next to them. She was in her early thirties, perfectly coiffed and regal in her red gown. It was Nadia Kori. Edward couldn’t help but stare. Even at the height of his homosexuality, he would’ve spared a woman so striking more than a passing glance.  “Sorry, mother,” the grown Vikram said from beside him. Edward could see the tears in his eyes. Through some unholy instinct, he realized what was about to happen. Water began to spill around the stage, rushing in to surround the raised platforms. The musicians played on, oblivious as the water began to rise over their feet. It flooded the floor seats, coming up over the knees of the attentive patrons. Water broke through the hall’s domed roof, gushing down behind them. It surged down the aisle, turning the mezzanine into a waterfall. Edward turned around, looking for an exit. He caught sight of Nadia. She was aging before his eyes, turning jaundiced, her skin growing paler as her eyes sank back in her skull. Baby Rachel had vanished, but the child Vikram was looking right at Edward, his eyes wide with terror as he watched the water rising around them. Edward turned to the adult Vikram and grabbed his shoulder. “Get a grip.”
December 9, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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officially done with the edit pass of this trilogy, which were my first books, which I will hopefully release back into the wild sometime after the new year. I still have some loose ends. I didn't need them to be perfect, but I needed them to be better.

Also Edward and Vikram are hot. And doomed.
“Where the hell have you been?” Vikram demanded. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner? If you harboured these ambitions—” “I didn’t,” Edward said gently. “Until recently it was the last thing on my mind.” “What changed it?” “This.” Edward nodded to the burnt surroundings. “You didn’t see me, but I saw you. It occurred to me that things might have been different for all of us if I had acted sooner.” Vikram stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to believe you, the world’s most sought-after purveyor of firearms and explosives, had an attack of conscience?” “Oh, I want Sergei’s command.” Edward grinned. “I want his barracks. I want his best soldiers. I want everything he has so that I can remake all of it in my own dashing image. But I want more than that. I will be honest with you, young man. You are an enticing prospect.”  Vikram raised an eyebrow. “I was unaware I was in prospect at all, much less an enticing one.”  Edward’s smile turned cold. “My decision was an act of pure selfishness, I assure you. I’ll thank you not to accuse me of conscience again.” He reached for Vikram, moving slowly as though seeking to avoid frightening a timid animal. Vikram remained perfectly still as the older man stroked his fingers along Vikram’s cheekbones, down over his throat. His thumbs came together under Vikram’s chin and lifted it. It was a position from which to throttle, or to kiss, or some passionate, violent combination of the two. 
December 9, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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I’ve got a Canadian coconut farm to sell you
minorfracas.bsky.social Jeremiah Lewis @minorfracas.bsky.social · 18h
...then buddy, I've got an orange grove in Pennsylvania to sell you.

Or

...then pally, I've got a turnip truck with a guarantee against falling out to sell you.

Which one?

#5AMWritersClub #scriptsky
December 9, 2025 at 11:08 AM
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Then be called ten times a donkey, and a mule, and an ass, and begone, or I’ll clear the world of thee!
December 9, 2025 at 9:47 AM
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I have curried lentils waiting for me at home that I pulled from my freezer. Gonna fire up some naans from the freezer also. Gonna make some rice. Gonna make some mint cucumber salad.
December 9, 2025 at 6:59 AM
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Ban cars or shut up about “safety”.
victoriadecapua.bsky.social Victoria De Capua @victoriadecapua.bsky.social · 1d
Burnaby is not a gated community.
December 9, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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Burnaby is not a gated community.
December 9, 2025 at 3:21 AM
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"Show me a picture on your phone which has your energy but isn't a selfie.“
Giant salt box
December 8, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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Why are they just crying in the woods. Go do something. You were supposed to be in the American revolution. You did fuck all
victoriadecapua.bsky.social Victoria De Capua @victoriadecapua.bsky.social · 1d
Outlander definitely tanks in the later seasons but the fact that Lizzie has twin husbands and everyone’s just like okay is hilarious.
December 8, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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Outlander definitely tanks in the later seasons but the fact that Lizzie has twin husbands and everyone’s just like okay is hilarious.
December 8, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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December 8, 2025 at 8:46 AM
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What a wonderful thing to see on my way to bed 🥰🥰🥰 thanks so much, @thebookwyrmshoard2.bsky.social!!
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Moonshadow's Guardian honestly blew me away. I know @diannalgunn.bsky.social writing but from a horror standpoint and when I say after reading this I'd read her grocery list I mean it! This was a fast paced fantasy w/ just a bit of romance and mystery to keep it interesting!
#booksky 📚💙 📚🪐
Moonshadow's Guardian by Dianna Gunn
After being punished, again, by Loki when he finally deigns to visit Reina in her new cell she is not expecting much from him. She most ce...
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December 8, 2025 at 6:13 AM
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Movie you’ve watched more than six times with a gif. Hard mode: no Stars (Wars nor Trek), LOTR, or Marvel, Disney Animated or Pixar.
December 8, 2025 at 12:44 AM