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With too thin wrists and a penchant for stumbling across murder, Shinichi wanted, but never spoke. Perhaps out of fear of pushing others away or perhaps of others perceiving him in a way so delicate than how he wanted to be seen. Or maybe it was his pride and stubbornness that prevented him from ever speaking how he truly felt.
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Fourteen-year-old Kudo Shinichi, despite seeming much more mature, was still a child at the end of the day.
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- Part 1 of absent parents and sad detectives
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23 Dec 2024
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A story about how Shinishi learns about love again, from or rather with someone he wouldn't have expected.
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23 Dec 2024
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The situation is nail-bitingly ridiculous, but the teenager currently residing in a child's body is one step away from tears, so Kaito, like a complete moron, pleads with him.
“P-Please don’t cry…?”
Tantei-kun slowly looks up at him…and sniffles.
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23 Dec 2024
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if this is a romcom, kill the director (please) by game_ender
Fandoms: Magic Kaito, 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
23 Dec 2024
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In which every lie your soulmate tells you takes shape on your wrist.
“My name is Conan Edogawa.”
So your soulmate is a Child/Criminal? Well, deal with that sucker!
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23 Dec 2024
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say goodbye to who i was (i ain't never been away so long) by nyctophiiliaa
Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)
23 Dec 2024
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"You were never meant to be a part of this war," Rukia insists, firm in defiance rooted in human fragility, dark eyes glistening with determination and so much worry that might just as well be fear.
Ichigo squashes the urge to quibble.
How can that at all be veritable when this was how their hands shaped him to become; they bred him as a weapon, means to an end; a paintbrush crafted with a sole purpose of painting a masterpiece.
How can that be true, when the vanquishing weight of burdens of all three realms fits so perfectly into the mould of my hands?
“Is anyone ever?” is what he responds instead, because how could he ever begin to outline the turmoils of his mind without contouring them with the blunt edges of accusations.
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Some things cannot be saved, no matter how hard one tries. Some things can only be build anew. Or as Socrates once said... time is a what now?
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23 Dec 2024