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    With people disappearing on both sides of the Border suspected of being the work of a curse bearer, it was inevitable that Vanitas would be called upon. Noé figured it would be as normal a case as ever, even with Domi, Jeanne, and Luca coming along.

    But when Vanitas is taken, Noé leaps into the unknown and is faced with possibilities he never would've imagined. As well as feelings he hasn't wanted to look too closely at.

    Is it too much to ask for his Vanitas back?

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    17 Apr 2025

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    achei muito foda

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    mafuyu and tsukasa belong to the same kind of group, only in vastly different ends of the same spectrum.

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    29 Nov 2024

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    Tsukasa no empty sekai, amizade fofa

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    “I won't bury my people’s gods in an unmarked grave,” the words wintered Kurapika’s mouth, “or dub their tongue your language. So hear me when I say this, Lucifer: I will never forgive what you’ve done.”

    Kuroro’s lungs seared, white-hot and celestial.

    "Heard and heeded."

    (or: kuroro's got a flower in his chest, a blooming tattoo on his skin, and an ache for a lover more tragic than he is.)

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    19 Nov 2024

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    eu amo slowburn e kuropika

  4. Public Bookmark 45

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    He teaches himself the frets, the cowboy chords, the triads.

    He learns songs from the human texts that were unadulterated by the Segyein.

    He has no mother or father or history to learn, but the weight of the guitar’s neck cradled in his hands takes away the stinging of the staples in his face and the black spike of rage in his heart.

     

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    Till in vignettes.

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    08 Nov 2024

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    Ótima fic do till, sobre os traumas dele <3