[Discontinued] Title of rewrite: That slacker can't slack for the life of him ^ Same user What's more to it? It's the people from 'Trash of the Count's Family' reacting to their own Wikipedia and chapters. This is (mostly) just part 1. Trash of the Count's Family belongs to Yoo Ryen Han. The cover art does not belong to me (unknown on pinterest), all credit goes to the artist. If you find the artist please tell me so I can give proper credit to this person.

No matter what... Even if he was rolling in a pile of dog shit... Even if the pain brought by life was hateful... Even if he was filled with nothing but despair... Faced with death, it meant nothing. He would endure. Being alive is best. Such was the unofficial motto of his life. An immutable fact engraved upon his soul. No matter the flowery language which disguised the desperation. Kim Rok Soo had decided long ago. He would not be the main character of a story. Not only did he lack the desired strength to fight the world, good people always drew the bad end off the stick. There was no reason for him, who had discovered very early in life he was unlovable, to force himself to be what he was not. Being loved, cared for, happy. It was all meaningless in the face of death, not to mention survival. And in the name of survival, Kim Rok Soo would use whatever means required of him. Surviving the longest he could. What he wanted didn't matter, not even the peace he so desired. As the clock struck twelve, Kim Rok Soo made a deal with a devil. "Free the yearning of your soul." "Isn't that too easy?" It was a questionable deal. Far too broad for the specific outcome the Devil desired. Trained eyes honing in on several loopholes to fulfil it without satisfying the devil. Freedom had a multitude of existing definitions. Yet the devil appeared unaware of its foolery. "That is your only task." "I accept." There was nothing to lose. He who had nothing, had little reason to hesitate. A malicious gleam appearing in reddish brown eyes. Should the result be unsatisfactory, he could always just flip everything over. Before him, the silhouette of the devil shivered.

Look I couldn't find any so I'm going to write my own, you know the saying "If you want something done right..do it yourself." Also, I don't own anything other than my OC's other than that everything belongs to their rightful owner.

What if Seth decided to adopt a child but.... its a human!?? what would happen to the child? will they survive? would they live to hate Seth or would they live to try and understand Seth? the same person who is the reason why their parents died... I do not own Ennead or the art

Na tentativa de honrar seu irmão, o próximo na linha de sucessão, a princesa Daryia começa a enlouquecer lentamente. O homem dos olhos de duas cores está por trás de todos os seus problemas, entretanto, sem que ela saiba, ele é também sua salvação. Será que ela conseguirá sobreviver a missão impossível de confeccionar uma coroa estimada em milhões, mesmo que ela não tenha dinheiro algum? "Não tinha como me esconder dos olhos de minha mãe. Eles estavam por todos os lados. Eles viam todos os meus movimentos. Ela sabia onde eu estava." VENCEDOR THE WATTYS 2023!

eu vivi toda a minha vida sendo usada por outras pessoas e morri aos 16 anos. achei que seria assim, mais quando abrir os olhos novamente, estava de volta no passado. eu pessei que morreria enquanto vivia o resto da minha vida com dor mais uma vez. mais de repente, um pai que eu nunca tinha visto antes apareceu diante de mim. meu pai, que eu nem sábia que existia.

🏆 VENCEDOR DO PRÊMIO WATTYS 2022 NA CATEGORIA FANTASIA 🏆 Isso pαrece umα hıstórıα pαrα crıαnçα dormır? Eu dırıα que é mαıs pαrα αdultos terem pesαdelos... Nα̃o. Tαmbém nα̃o é umα hıstórıα de terror, entretαnto, ımαgıne se um dıα todαs αs crıαnçαs do mundo sumırem e nınguém souber pαrα onde forαm? Serıα αlgo bem desesperαdor, αcredıto. Dızem que nα cıdαde dαs crıαnçαs perdıdαs nα̃o αceıtαm αdultos, prıncıpαlmente αqueles que crescerαm cedo demαıs... Início de postagem 21/01/2020 Fim de Postagem 02/01/2021 Proibida a reprodução do conteúdo sem autorização. ©Michelle Alves 2021

"Sou o sol Sou a brisa Sou a terra em que pisa." Trago novamente,um pouco dos meus sentimos descritos em poemas e poesias. Todos os poemas e poesias são de minha autoria,escrevo para esquecer um pouco do mundo em que vivemos, escrevo para aliviar minhas dores e escrevo pra você, que pode se identificar ou não com o que escrevo. Boa leitura a todos!

aqui eu guardo todas as palavras que nunca tive coragem de te dizer. talvez um dia você leia esses meus versos mal feitos sobre todas as coisas que omiti por medo de como seu coração reagiria.