Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County. That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first! - Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction. WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK. *Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.

"If I had to stab myself everytime an attractive man showed interest in me I would look like swiss cheese." -y/n l/n

[Collection one-shot, two-shot, and short stories from different fandoms] Going through a journey in a fiction work... Dear readers, which fandoms would make your fantasy becomes reality? <(￣︶￣)> "I cross-posted all my stories in Tumblr and AO3." Mostly Tumblr req! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

(cale x oc)... would fate come knocking on the supreme commander's doorstep or will he walk towards it himself? ... my first time writing, cover credits to Pinterest

And here, stood a girl in waiting, forced to be in motion. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ━━ to lie in wait and to be finally set in motion. OR: DANSE MACABRE | Anastasia Henituse have danced with death since she was young. Death was not cold, unlike what most people thought. It was inviting and soft and merciful. She had seen Death take so much and leave so little; an ever so monochromatic presence. And she was used to it; to be stuck in a monochromatic art called life, and to remain in merciful stasis Yet Cale Henituse was the opposite of her. He was dynamic, ever changing, ever dissatisfied. He was always moving; always in motion. It went like this: him and her, life and death, and the dynamics of static. He could watch the world burn, could bury her alive because the weight on his shoulders was too much, and she'd follow him. She was fearful, but, with him, hand in hand, beside him; she was unafraid. So, hand in hand with death, they shall dance together, and watch as the world crumbles. ──────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ but i am unafraid of one thing── he could tear the world down could bury me alive under the weight of his sins and i would follow without blinking. ── i am unafraid with him (j.p.) CALE HENITUSE / KIM ROKSOO x OC LOUT / TRASH OF THE COUNT'S FAMILY © amorvelous

〔 SONG/REACT FIC / Cale x Fem!Oc 〕 Cale's family receives a gift from the God of Death. ➺ Fandom: Trash Of The Count's Family

Cale Henituse was thrown into another world for the second time upon clashing with his newfound enemy, The Hunters. With the help of his companions and the gods, will he be able to survive in an apocalyptic world once again? Good thing survival is his specialty. Staying still and not getting hurt, on the other hand... "I have a regeneration ability, I won't die." "Well I can die and get revived, so sit down." ※ In which two idiotic suicidal bastards meet. TCF X ORV CROSSOVER [ Trash of The Count's Family, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Crossover ] [ All rights belong to Yoo Ryeo Han, Sing Shong ] ⚠ This book contains spoilers of ORV ending and TCF part 2 ⚠ ⚠ No ships; only canon side ships from the novel ⚠ cross-posted on ao3 under skyrndipity. ☾ HIATUS DUE TO THE AUTHOR'S HEALTH COMPLICATIONS. ☽

Is there any better job than serving young master Cale Henituse? Of course not!