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  1. Public Bookmark 34

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    “Holy crap…” He whispers, touching the mirror. He still looked like himself, save for his now purple eyes and healthier complexion. He pinches his cheek, harsh. Then again, on his thighs.

    It’s undeniable. He’d somehow survived the car crash, and is now in some fantasy setting. He looks around the room for a bell to ring, knowing it would most likely summon maids, when a blue pop-up screen distracts him.

    Welcome, user Fluixon Aculon!
    This is your afterlife experience, inside the universe of “Singing of Birds.” You have been transferred into the role, Fake Saintess, Yunha because of similarities. However, existing characters will believe that all previous actions done by this character was done by you, Fake Saint, Fluixon.

    He feels his eyes twitch.

     

    or: flux gets isekai'd into the body of a fake saint. all he has to do is live as a placeholder for a while and slip away when the real one (the female lead) appears. but... why was saparata acting weird? and possessive? and wait. did he just... make the male lead fall in love with him??? the fake???!!!

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    28 Jun 2026

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    I LOVE YOU AUTHOR (platonicaly ofc) For this amazing fic 🥹

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    The room is too bright.

    It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.

    It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.

    With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.

    [[ Completed ]]

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    08 May 2026

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    I should really outta read this again someday. it's been AGES now and I've forgotten how some of the plot goes TVT

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    It began subtly, just a simple cough.

    Fluixon raised a gloved hand to his mouth, barely thinking, expecting dust or fatigue to be the cause.

    But what emerged wasn’t just small drops of saliva.

    It was soft.

    He froze.

    A single purple petal fluttered into his palm.

     

    or, Fluixon was afflicted with a strange disease. Everything is fine... until it isn’t.

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    06 May 2026

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    I'm saving this, not because to reread this in the future (it's too emotionally painful to read anyways TT) but to be reminded again of this PEAK fic, even if this ended in tragedy (and that's something to note of because I for one am more of a happy endings typa person. And I normally tend to avoid stories with a sad ending or just try to move on and forget about it as a coping mechanism TVT).

    10/10, MIGHTTTT even consider 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 reading it again in the far future if I feel like I need something to sting again.

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    Fluixon is dead.

    Cut down by Saparata’s axe.

    The war is over, the alliances dissolved, and the world hails him as a hero, but solitude and regret are his only rewards. Then a dead man’s journal arrives, offering a second chance to stop a war only he remembers. Now Saparata must become a mediator, conspirator, and quiet manipulator to bend the future to his will.

    Because history is written by the victor, and he’ll do anything to make sure Fluixon isn’t the villain.

    Because that’s what friends do. Right?

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    05 May 2026

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    I've already completed reading this whole fic, and I'm also the type to rarely re-engage with something I've already did twice.

    But I wanna save this to remember as always, and maybeee re read if ever I feel the sudden urge to do so
    –v–

    10/10 (and even more) for this masterpiece TVT

  5. Public Bookmark 49

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    Thomas laughs once, sharp and humourless. "You're lying."

     

    "I'm not— I've seen the footage, I recognise your build, the way you move." And then he says the words that Thomas had been dreading the whole time. "I know who you are, Mr. Engineer of the Conspiracy."

     

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    Thomas, the Engineer of the Conspiracy has a near encounter with death, leaving him in the hands of a seemingly ordinary civilian.

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    12 Apr 2026