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Being T1's only girl member is already chaotic enough... but catching feelings for the team's awkward, soft-spoken top laner? Yeah, Jung Harin did not sign up for that. Doran just wants a quiet life where he can play top in peace. Harin keeps ruining that plan with snacks, jokes, and a smile he definitely shouldn't be falling for. A slow-burn gamer romance full of fluff, tension, and two idiots who don't realize they're in love.

đội trưởng Jeong sao cứ bám anh quản lý hoài thế? ⋆˚꩜｡

Everyone knew their names. It was everywhere in Korea, and the world. You'd have to be living under a rock to not know T1 Faker and Yumi. One is a god in the e-sports scene, beloved and respected by many, in and out of the industry. While the other is one of the most famous stars of all time, selling out stadiums and is an award-winning singer-songwriter. Though famous in their respective fields, it felt like the two of them exist in different worlds. It wasn't until Yumi was offered an opportunity to sing for the League of Legends World Championship's official sountrack, that they realised they had more in common than they thought. But with cameras at every corner, busy schedules, and the unfamiliarity to each others' worlds, how would you even expect a professional gamer and a pop star to interact? When Faker and Yumi meet, the world talks and watches keenly, but behind closed doors, it's only Sanghyeok and Kwon Suji, two normal people who share a mutual attraction. Can two people from two different worlds even succeed in being together? Or will they realise why they exist on opposite sides of the coin to begin with?

Zaun has a way of shaping people- molding them out of grit, grime, and the unyielding will to survive. Shark was no exception. Born amidst the smog-choked streets and rusted spires of the undercity, she grew up with the scent of grease and danger in her lungs. A fighter, sharp as the broken glass that littered the ground, she earned her name with a ferocity that could cut through any who dared stand in her way. Once, Shark had stood by Vander's side. She had believed in his dream of peace, of making Zaun something more than just Piltover's shadow. His bar, The Last Drop, had been a refuge where she could momentarily forget the cold weight of survival. Vander treated her like family, and for a time, she believed in him like family too. But the line between loyalty and ambition is thin in a place like Zaun. When Silco came whispering promises of power, freedom, and a future where Zaun would no longer kneel, Shark listened. She saw in him a fire that Vander lacked; a willingness to burn everything and forge something new. It wasn't an easy choice, but in a city of hard choices, it felt inevitable. Shark tells herself she did what she had to. That Zaun's future is worth the blood on her hands. And maybe even the blood of the Firelights that keep standing in her way. Especially one of them.

The first time he saw a curse, it was already killing him. The first time he used his technique, he didn't know it had a name. Threads cut. Threads bind. Threads mend. And once you start pulling at the fabric of the world, it never stays whole.

quack

===RE-WRITE IN PROGRESS=== After some very constructive feedback, I will be re-writing the first 4 chapters before continuing to Chapter 5. ========================== This is a fan work based on characters and settings owned by Riot Games. I do not own the rights to the original characters or world. This story is a non-commercial work created for entertainment purposes only. Piltover believes in progress. Zaun survives on consequences. Somewhere between them, a quiet player learns how influence works-not through force, but through patience, information, and systems no one notices until they fail. As unrest grows and new powers emerge, a nameless figure begins to alter the board without ever taking a seat at the table. Leaders rise. Empires crack. Legends form whether they're wanted or not. At the heart of the conflict is a single question: Can you change the world without becoming the thing you hate? A character-driven reimagining of power, love, and leadership-where every choice leaves a name behind. Act I - The Boy Who Watched Chapter 1: Story of a King - 2nd draft Chapter 2: High Score - 1st draft Chapter 3: Silent Question - 1st draft Chapter 4: Left Behind - 1st draft Chapter 5: Crumbling Mountain ---ON HOLD--- Author's Note: This story is a work in progress and is being published as it's written. Earlier chapters may be lightly revised over time for clarity, flow, and refinement. Core plot points and story direction will remain the same.

FEM READER VERSION

[Requests Open] I missed a bit of pure sweetness in this corner of the fandom. And since I got tired of wandering through imagines and headcanons trying to find it, I decided to create my own little delusion. And, of course, toss these silly dreams into the wind for anyone who wants to daydream along with me. So here it is - a small refuge of softness and gentleness to rest your mind and heart after losing that 48-minute match because ""that guy"" on your team got picked off... again. ------- [Pedidos Abertos] Eu senti falta de um pouco de doçura pura nesse canto do fandom. E, como me cansei de vagar por imagines e headcanons procurando isso, decidi criar minha própria ilusãozinha. E, claro, jogar esses sonhos bobos ao vento para quem quiser se iludir junto comigo. Então aqui está - um pequeno refúgio de suavidade e gentileza para descansar sua mente e seu coração depois de perder aquela partida de 48 minutos porque ""aquele cara"" do seu time foi pego... de novo.

just my outfits for stuff like weddings, proms and other random stuff ♡

David Jacobs was perfect in every way he needed to be. He had a loving family, a safe home and a future set in stone. All he had to do was keep his grades up and he could get a well paying job and live his life the way he was supposed to. But when he runs into a newsie who introduces himself as Jack Kelly, his life turns upside down. He finds himself having to give up school to get a job, where he discovers that his picture-perfect life may not be as perfect as he thought. Wow look at me actually writing a description instead of gibberish. Anyways this will be hecka gay so if you're scared of that the shoo. Imma mostly focus on fluff with a good amount of angst mixed in there for fun but no smut!! Warning for mentions of homophobia, internalized homophobia, sad bois and maybe other things but nothing too serious. Just a silly lil gay story

All my Fan/Original Characters (OCs) + personas for every fandom I'm in!

This is self-explainatory. When I have motivation to draw, I post my art here. The cover of this is an intentionally poorly drawn sketch of Hordak because I think Hordak is cute. :3

Uhhhhhhh...... Yah :D

Um. Read the cover. Buttttttt. If u type in the comments what I write in this book, I will follow u. Hehe

Two different sides, two different worlds. One that struggles to survive in the Undercity and one that lives a wealthy life in Piltover. But that's when everything on both sides will change forever, and chaos strikes. #1 dishonored 3/16/25 #1 Caitlyn 11/10/25 #1 topside 11/10/25 Disclaimer I don't own anything of Arcane, and all it goes to the official creator, Riot Games. Including any video and music. I only own the Ocs in the story.

Minfun.oi is a game on poki where you can play and explore and make friends.

{] long breaks from writing [} ☾︎As the Title says, the person who is me suddenly finds herself in her favorite anime show; Demon Slayer after she had died in the real world. Now she starts a journey to every time period that was mentioned in the show.☽︎ ☾︎That's the short version of what this book is supposed to be about.☽︎ ☾︎This is NOT A ROMANCE STORY. Please keep this in mind.☽︎ ☾︎Btw, Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no yaiba does not belong to me. Neither do the characters from the show.☽︎ ☾︎I've heard people say my art is gorgeous, thank you. But I must confess that I do trace a bunch of the art (don't sue me, I beg you). I'm a little bad at drawing, though, I can assure you that tracing also helps me learn improving my own art.☽︎ ☾︎Thanks for reading.☽︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎₊

"Anh xin lỗi," anh hạ giọng, ánh mắt dời đi chỗ khác. "Năm đó, anh thực sự nghĩ rằng thời gian sẽ khiến em quên đi. Anh không ngờ em lại nghiêm túc đến thế..." "Nghiêm túc đến thế?" Wangho lặp lại, giọng cậu run rẩy. "Vì lời hứa đó, em đã nỗ lực đến mức nào anh có biết không? Em rời đi để trở nên mạnh mẽ hơn, để xứng đáng đường đường chính chính đứng cạnh anh mà không sợ lời nói trèo cao, Em đã đếm từng ngày để được 20 tuổi... Hóa ra đối với anh, đó chỉ là một cách để dỗ dành một đứa trẻ quấy khóc sao?" Fakenut

ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴇɴɴɪᴇ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ [ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ] ʀᴏꜱᴇᴀɴɴᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ: ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀᴄʟᴀꜱꜱᴍᴀɴ ᴊᴇɴɴɪᴇ ᴋɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴇɴɴɪᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʀᴏꜱᴇᴀɴɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜱ3 ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴏꜱɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇɴɴɪᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ. !!ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ!! ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ: ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴢᴡɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀꜱᴋᴏᴠɪᴛᴢ.