Trashofthecounts Stories

"Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything," they say. Lies. They fought for what they wanted, but they were still in despair. They were so naïve... naïve to hope that everything will be okay in the end. After all, the person who lives by hope will die by despair. Will they be able to change their predetermined future, or will hell break loose? If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

The bloody battlefield fell silent as a blinding white light swallowed both the Hero and the Villain. In a distant place, a man drowning in endless paperwork barely had time to curse before the same light consumed him. Deep within an ancient library, a woman turned the page of a centuries-old tome-only for the light to tear her away as well. They were all kidnapped. By whom, you ask? Of course, by the Supreme Gods-divine beings with far too much power and absolutely no sense of personal boundaries. Because what's the point of being all-powerful if you can't kidnap a few mortals for your own entertainment? . . "The Fuck?" . . "I wish you happiness and success, my dearest children," the God of Time whispered a gentle warmth in his voice. And with that, the glowing figures faded. . . "Congratulations, Countess!!" . . . . "YOU SUCK!!!" "YOU SUCK MORE!!!" "OH, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, SHUT UP!!!" "STOP SHOUTING!!!" the eldest sister snapped at her three bickering little brothers. • °A new chance. °New beginnings. °New people. °New stories. And maybe-just maybe-this time, a happy ending that lasts. ••••• . .TROPES: Found Family: But make it trauma-bonded. OP Siblings: Who could rule the world but can't share pancakes. Chaotic Rich People: "Therapy is for the poor." Blame the God of Death: For *everything*. Adopt All The Orphans . . MAIN SHIPS KRS!CALE x CHOI HAN OG!CALE x ALBERU BARROW x OC (male) FEMALE OC X OC (male) . . Many sub-ships too (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) . . ♥

After the war against the White Star, Cale Henituse and the others find themselves involved again in a battle after just 3 months of victory against White Star. A phenomenon that happens every 500 years appears in the Western Continent. They need to close the Gates of Nether in order for the Humanity not to become extinct . In any case, this battle circles around the 3 new figures that Cale Henituse did not expect. Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic story. The story of the Lout of Count's Family is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. Title: Lout of Count's Family Author: Yoo Ryeo Han This is just a fanfiction based on Lout of the Count's Family, a Korean webnovel written by Yoo Ryeo Han. All of the featured characters, settings, and plots are highly credited to the author, Yoo Ryeo Han. There are additional characters, plots, and settings that were originally created by me. Reading this fan fiction may affect the readers' thoughts about the original idea of the novel. If you don't want to, you can just leave this fan fiction behind.

kim roksu appears in the henituse wine cellar fifteen years before the start of tboah, he then accidentally falls in love with a scary assassin butler and adopts a few kids pairing: kim roksu x ron molan

og cale is reborn with all of his memories as kim roksu's twin brother now he has to figure out a way to survive roksu's very obvious death curse while also attempting to improve their wretched lives

Songfic because I need it. Dunnow, the idea just popped up and I need to pour it out. Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson. #noprivacyforcale They heard Cale sing: "I'm starting with the man in the mirror" ...huh? - everyone "I'm asking him to change his ways" Oh my god. A legend! - everyone The picture is not mine. If it's yours and you want it taken down, let me know. Credit to owner, found it here: https://id.pinterest.com/pin/861594972459432160/

Cale was drunk. He had to be. There was no other explanation as to what was currently happening. Either that or the war had caused him to lose his mind and he was hallucinating. There was no way- no possible, conceivable way- that he was looking into the eyes of a human sized green owl he vaguely recognized from his life in Korea while sitting at the bar of a nearly empty bar. "I've lost it," Cale murmured. "I've completely lost it."

sometimes gods fuck up actually they fuck up most of the time so why the fuck would anyone trust them to arrange peoples relationships and marriages? seems fucking sus modern twin au pairings: choi han x kim roksu alver crossman x original cale henituse

Kim Rok Soo, age 36, was, in his opinion, nothing special. There wasn't really anything that made him "special", other than, of course, his Tragic Past™️, which honestly wasn't even that tragic, in the grand scheme of things. Sure, he was intelligent, and worked hard, but plenty of people were like him. Kim Rok Soo tended to be overshadowed by those he worked with, no matter how much effort he put into everything he did. To put it bluntly, Kim Rok Soo, age 36, was sick and tired of life. This was what was the main instigator for him deciding to listen to his coworker and play the romance game "Birth of the Soulmate's Hero". Kim Rok Soo didn't have any real obsession or connection with any of the characters; after all, it was a game, it was fictional, and Kim Rok Soo was what he'd consider pragmatic. Though it was true that he enjoyed the game and the world building, as well as the characters' scripts, he wasn't delusional. He knew they weren't real, and he was okay with that. But when he opened his eyes one Monday morning, he found himself in a very fancy room that was very much not his own. *russian and spanish translations linked on my profile* Impressive Rankings: #1 in Chronic Pain #1 in Beacroxmolan #2 in Chronic Illness #3 in lotcf #3 in originalcalehenituse #4 in Manhwa cover art is all mine. i drew that shit. OLD VERSION

Kim Rok Soo, age 36, was, in his opinion, nothing special. There wasn't really anything that made him "special", other than, of course, his Tragic Past™️, which honestly wasn't even that tragic, in the grand scheme of things. Sure, he was intelligent, and worked hard, but plenty of people were like him. Kim Rok Soo tended to be overshadowed by those he worked with, no matter how much effort he put into everything he did. To put it bluntly, Kim Rok Soo, age 36, was sick and tired of life. This was what was the main instigator for him deciding to listen to his coworker and play the romance game "Birth of the Soulmate's Hero". Kim Rok Soo didn't have any real obsession or connection with any of the characters; after all, it was a game, it was fictional, and Kim Rok Soo was what he'd consider pragmatic. Though it was true that he enjoyed the game and the world building, as well as the characters' scripts, he wasn't delusional. He knew they weren't real, and he was okay with that. But when he opened his eyes one Monday morning, he found himself in a very fancy room that was very much not his own. Rewritten version of my original fic