Voracity

Expect Delay

So after a week of back pain and fatigue, today I got into a massive argument with one of my roommates that left me emotionally drained, and then at the grocery store I got harassed! Amazing. So, uh. I think the chapter might be coming out late. Hopefully still tomorrow, but not at the normal time.

3.8 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

Am I back in Forks?

My first thought coming out of the portal is that it dumped me in the woods outside the city instead of taking me to the World of Glass. I’m no tree expert, so I can’t say for sure if I’m looking at hemlocks or firs or cedar, but they’re all definitely evergreens and they all look familiar. The space be...

3.7 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

Since my encounter with Amaranth, I’ve been able to remember the dream. I only keep flashes, but those flashes are incredibly vivid, and they line up with what she described in our brief encounter.

I say, “A city of bleached white stone—”

“—beneath a bleeding sun,” Ferromancer cuts in.

“And beneath that city is ...

3.6 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

I approach the Morrigan’s throne with confidence I don’t feel. I want her to be an ally, but I’m terrified of making her my enemy. Ferromancer stays by the entrance, giving me a nod of reassurance. “Be truthful,” she warns quietly. “No matter the question, be truthful.” I nod back.

“What kind of war?” I ask the Morrigan. ...

3.5 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

Wavecaller is one of the Coterie’s true believers. She’s an ecoterrorist like Sister Nature and works closely with her in Canada to wreck industrial plants, strand boats responsible for overfishing in places too costly to retrieve them from, and shut off oil pipelines.

Her power, as one might expect, is control over bodies of water, wh...

State of the Serial - June 2025

Holy shit there's so many of you now. Wow, okay.

Hi! I'm Vora. I write This Magical Girl is Mine, the web serial that you are all presumably here to read. This upcoming week is break week, so I thought I'd try to slip in a little bit of extra content and share the state of the serial and my plans for the future.

First and fo...

3.4 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

“So, like, the lone wolf thing, is that—”

“Wolves are pack animals,” Howl interrupts with a glare. “Lone wolves only stay that way if they die before they can find a pack to take them in. I don’t hunt alone, kid, I just don’t like being around humans unless I’m getting my hands on good food and good booze. I’ve got plen...

chapter delay

hi. having a mental health crisis. chapter might come a day late.

3.3 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

It’s one thing to be starstruck because you’re talking to witches you know by reputation. Talking to witches whose streams you’ve watched? Witches that you may or may not have spent money on in the past? Witches who—no, I shan’t say.

I very bravely and impressively keep my composure and don't flail about as Bombshell pulls me ove...

3.2 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

Hannah pulls me through the twisting halls of the Ossuary’s depths, away from the central chamber and past private nooks. The music falls away and is replaced by echoing voices, whispering and indistinct, some crying out in pain or in pleasure. The air is cool, almost cold, and I can feel a light breeze that comes from nowhere.

It’s ob...

3.1 For Yuri, I Go Clubbing in Another Dimension

The Ossuary isn’t that hard to find, if you know where to look. Since breaching it without the Morrigan’s approval is impossible, the only security concern is its patrons being targeted for choosing to frequent it, and that runs afoul of the pact.

There’s a portal to the extradimensional nightclub in almost every major city in the Pa...

2.y For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

“Everything that I am is yours to take… Dearest Katalina!” cries a deranged voice from my laptop’s speakers.

“Oh, wow,” Sophia comments, “you really weren’t kidding about that girl.”

“Vira’s great!” I say with a grin. “She’s not on the level of Gasai, but she has the yandere spirit down pat.”

In a ...

2.x For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

“I can’t wear that!” I protest, beet-red, at yet another skirt that looks like it would barely cover my ass. This is the fourth item in this store alone that I’ve turned down on scandal factor, so clearly I’m not protesting loud enough.

Bombshell—civvie name Hannah Thompson—pouts at me with eyes like saucers. “C’mon, it�...

Book Launch!

This Magical Girl is Mine has hit Royal Road! The first three chapters are available now and the fic will be updating regularly, so if you have friends who have been waiting for the public release, let them know!

We're heading into the break week now, starting Patreon updates again on the 8th of June.

Also, I wrote something...

2.10 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

Why do I want to take down Striga?

Ferromancer’s question drives an ice pick through all my anxious thoughts about not seeing her again and replaces them with newer, much more anxious thoughts about why the hell she wants to know that. What does it matter to her? Where is this leading? And how do I get away with lying to someone...

2.9 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

The bank interior bears the soot marks from my flame and upended furniture from the speedsters. The crystal chandelier, that eyesore, is miraculously unharmed. Canary is still down for the count, Azure still encased. The teller I spoke to taps away on her phone. The audience outside watches with their own phones out and recording.

Blood dr...

2.8 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

The Blurs live up to their name and reputation. Five seconds into the fight and I’m already on the back foot.

Canary zips from onlooker to onlooker, systematically removing my beloved audience and repositioning them outside the bank. I catch one of them complaining about being taken away from the action, which gets them moved even furthe...

2.7 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

In the last minutes before the heist—really more of a robbery, but heist sounds cool and exciting—I almost talk myself out of it.

I mean, I’m about to rob a bank. Before today, I’ve never done a crime. I feel like some part of me should be recoiling just from cultural conditioning, but all I feel is terrified that I’ll fail. That...

2.6 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

I don’t end up telling Ferromancer about my money troubles on Monday, or on Tuesday. It isn’t until the middle of the week that I manage to raise the topic, and even then it’s not really by choice.

“Again.”

The training scenario starts and I leap into action, back in the workshop arena once again. Satisfied with my ability ...

2.5 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

I’m starting to believe that my life might have been completely directionless before I became a witch.

Well, that’s not exactly true. I was going in a lot of directions, they were all just terrible. But we’ll get to that.

The afternoon finds me lying on the couch that is also my bed, scrolling aimlessly down my social ...

2.4 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

“Again.”

Ferromancer’s voice is like a whip crack echoing through the vast space of her workshop. It lashes down my spine and jolts my nervous system into frenzied action, but the joke’s on her—I was already moving before the word left her mouth. When the holographic projectors spin up and the featureless pink outline of a magica...

2.3 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

There’s something incredibly surreal about sitting across from a dangerous witch while she tears into a plate of carne asada fries like her life depends on it. Pandora left shortly after introductions were over, so it’s just me and the witch going out to eat.

In the past twenty minutes, I’ve learned three things about Erica Walker, t...

2.2 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

Ferromancer’s boast echoes through her workshop. No one challenges her claim, not even the boisterous Bombshell or the mysterious stranger watching from above. Everyone but me seems to know exactly who she is.

I give Ferromancer a second, more appraising look. Button-up and slacks, like my untransformed self is wearing right now, but wit...

NEWS: State of the Serial

Hey hi! First big news post after launching the serial. This is going to be kinda rambling so bear with me.

I've been chewing on how to do my update schedule, because I want something consistent and achievable and my dream of two chapters a week every week has yet to be realized. So, I'm going to adopt a 3-and-1 model like I see a lot of o...

2.1 For Yuri, I Build a Better Monster

“Are you cooking breakfast?”

The disbelief in Sophia’s voice is a little rude, but I’ll grant her that it’s probably been over a year since I cooked anything in our household, let alone breakfast. Hell, I’m barely ever awake this early in the morning. But today is special.

I scrape the eggs and peppers around the...

1.x For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens

After I’ve had my fill of the snow and trees, I fly back to Forks and figure out how to retrieve my phone from wherever it goes when I’m transformed. I swiftly navigate to the private server where all my internet friends live and start posting. It’s still early afternoon, and everyone in our server is based in North America, so they’re a...

1.6 For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens

Pandora finds me atop the Leyton & Messier commercial skyscraper, looking out on the city of Forks from a brand new viewpoint. The battle with Thunderclap was chaotic, but ultimately short; it’s still midday. The city is alive and bustling.

Twenty years ago, this was a nothing town. Forks was known for its lumber industry and its pro...

1.5 For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens

“Thunderclap, report.”

Striga hovers over the battlefield we’ve made of the mall parking lot. As ever, the knight in shining armor is completely unreadable. Her mouth, visible below the owl mask covering her eyes, is set in an expressionless line. She is a steel sentinel working a ceaseless vigil, unbroken and never tiring. More than...

1.4 For Yuri, I Sell My Soul to Aliens

Her sapphire axe comes swinging for my neck and I jump away with combat reflexes I definitely didn’t have ten minutes ago. My feet never hit the ground, my body held aloft by a pair of wings that biologically shouldn’t be able to lift me but which are running on the far superior system of crazy wizard bullshit.

Holy shit, I fly now...