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    “I don’t think I’ll last another summer, bro,” Eggchan mumbled, suddenly so small and quiet. And if Wemmbu hadn’t been practicing his knife skills, he’d probably have already cut his fingers off. Wemmbu forced the word out of his throat. It should be easy enough, right?

    Or, a Taxduo hospital fic that's been in my mind for far too long.

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    07 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    this was the thing that got me to sob for the first time in over a year. thanks

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    Even with his stores of near-infinite knowledge, D3rlord3 was not prepared for the sight that awaited him when he answered his front door:

    On his doorstep stood a scrappy-looking young man in a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and a beaming smile. In his hand was D3rlord3’s hastily-written book.

    The man, still smiling, tilted his head and asked, “Did you write this?”

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    05 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Kiy is fujoing outtttttt

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    Even if that hand reaches out to him, Ouma won't pull it, or let himself be pulled. A helping hand is useless if the person being helped spurns it. The loop continues again.

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    26 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    finishing this and sobbing it's so fucking over (WE'RE SO BACK!!!!)

  4. Public Bookmark 32

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    Without a word, Kokichi reached into the folds of his white coat and pulled out the black-bound notebook. He didn't toss it. He placed it down on the desk, right over the newspaper Shuichi had been reading, and slid it forward until it brushed against the detective's fingertips.

    "What is this?" Shuichi asked, staring down at the plain black cover.

    "My final will and testament," Kokichi said. His voice was entirely flat. It lacked the childish whine, the mocking bite, the manic energy. It was dead quiet.

    Shuichi’s eyes widened. He looked from the notebook up to Kokichi’s face, his detective instincts screaming at him. "A will? Kokichi, what are you talking about? Are you... is someone targeting you? Are you planning to—"

    "Nobody is murdering me, Shuichi. Well, not in the way you think,"

     

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    While searching for evidence on the Mastermind, Kokichi accidentally stumbles into a completely unknown gas that ultimately has him forgetting everything. With this issue, he has to choose someone to remind him of who he is when all that's left is a shell of what he was.

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    12 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    chewing on this it's sooooo. yippe!!!