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Seven years after the indomitable alliance declares war, when all hopes were lost, an ancient circle activated, summoning a ten-year-old Cale who was long dead. Except, who was this twisted cunning villain? Was he really the trashy young master? How many more secrets was he hiding? Will the hero's be able to bring all the answers to light? --OR------- A ten-year-old Villain cale got summoned to the future, his twisted side revealed. No longer seeing a need to play trash, he showcase a multitude of abilities and shakes the world, showing no mercy.

Various characters from the anime apothecary diaries x reader! Please enjoy reading! ╰(*'︶'*)╯♡ I will also do requests! (The pictures I use are mostly from Pinterest!)

Og. Cale had lost everything, with his family dead and House/Territory destroyed he fell in despair allowing him to gain an ancient power hidden in the Henituse Library (Which is a pile of burned books now). He used the Queen of The Winter Storms ancient power to build a wall around his Territory creating a small safe Haven for the few survivors. However White Star grew sick of Cale interfering with his plans so he ambushed, tortured, and killed him. Only for Cale to wake up the day after he was beaten by Choi Han. This time Cale is going to make sure his family safe. AT. ANY. COST.

Kim Rok Soo woke up in an unfamiliar room. A quick glance around him told him that he was no longer in his own world. The room was far too elegant and noble. He got up from the very soft bed where he had been lying. Once seated on the mattress, his gaze fell on a mirror a little further away. His reflection was strange: his usual black hair had turned red, all his muscles seemed to have melted away, and his skin was as pale as a sheet. This sight reminded him of the description of one of the characters in a novel he had read not long ago. Yes, he had become Cale Henituse, an side villain and a character in the novel "The Birth of a Hero." He got up from the very soft bed he was lying on. Once seated on the mattress, his gaze fell on a mirror a little further away.He ran his hand through his hair and ruffled it. Before looking up at the white ceiling with weariness, why always him? Wasn't his life hard enough already? He had barely found a semblance of normality on earth. He sighed before frowning in confusion ---- English is not my mother tongue, this story may contain errors.

Amidst the raging Chaos within him, Cale finds something he loves... Or Does he...? !! This is an og! Cale fanfiction!! !! Idea belongs to me!! !! Canon Divergent!! Cover picture does not belong to me! Credits to the owner. All characters and "Trash Of The Count's Family" belong to author Yoo Ryeo Han.

(Tcf x Fem Oc) Can also read as a Fem reader if you want.... In a world where Vanessa simply wanted a peaceful life but faced constant interference from fate, an ancient god took an interest in her. Whenever Vanessa met an unfortunate end, this god granted her another life. In her second life, she became Rose, a busy wizard overwhelmed by paperwork. Yearning for a lazier existence, Vanessa was reborn as Claire in her third life. However, the ancient god's mistake led her into the very novel she had read in her first life. Now, Claire must navigate the unpredictable world of fiction, hoping to find the peaceful life she's always sought.

Cale meets Violan and Basen for the first time. • 1.1k words • edited • light angst/no fluff

Tahám si je z kapsy. Z těch pokrčených papírů skládám vlaštovky. Možná... možná že jednou vzlétnou.

Poem about dreams and aspirations. It contemplates the different paths one might take in life, expressing the hopes and uncertainties of choosing a direction. What I am supposed to be? Just one job? Never!

Prateta Tesí, jako hnůj smrdí. Kolem poletují mouchy, vábí je puch shnilé louky. Oděv který nosí, není únosný. Když ji nahlédnete do šatníku, najdete tam akorát tak pavučinu. Koště se u ní nepoužívá, lux tam ani nikdo nemá. Její popis mastné pleti, samé akné a černé tečky. Parfém který na sebe dává, ve sklepě se pomalu rozkládá. Prateta Tesí je velmi neohrabaná dáma, však s etiketou od Špačka si hlavu nelámá.

Thought-provoking poem that explores the theme of fear. It questions whether the things we fear are truly real or simply creations of our own minds. Voices? Fake or real?

When I open my eyes,Iwas inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero] [The Birth of a Hero} was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of numerous heroes of the continent. I become a part of the novel as the Trash of the count's family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village , and everyone in it ,are destroyed by assassins. The biggest problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I've become doesn't know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han ,only to get beaten to a plup. "....This is going to be a problem" I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life.

Básně z otlučené krabičky.

What if I would tell you that Cale was a very weak person and was doing his best to proof himself that there was a reason to go on? Well it was true, Cale was not in his right mind and sooner or later he would break. Unable to live any further and with his bubble of imagination broken, he couldn't stand the reality anymore. All he wanted was something he could never possess or maybe he was just to blind to see it. Who knows! But Cale for sure had some pent up nightmares which were coming to get him! A/N: Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own totcf, rights to the owner.

After the war was over, Peace was established, everyone was happy except for a certain red head who has been having trouble keeping his mask together the reason for that is he keeps reminiscing the memories of him before as Kim Rok Soo

Básně co mi jdou na mysl, stejně jako spoustu jiných věcí.

Obyčejné básně od středoškolačky....