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William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Follow the life of a former homeless man who becomes a Hollywood action star after bumping into a film director.

They say love is fleeting. That’s especially true for Raijin. The love of his life has one year left to live. I’ll try to update new chapters/volumes when ever I can!

The School of Performing Arts High School in Seoul is ruled by three life long friends with different personalities and views on relationships known as the Kings of Hearts. They have everything looks, fame, wealth, and talent but the one thing they don't have is love. Jeon Jung-kook is the lead member of Kings of Hearts. He's known to be cold, rude and a complete playboy who changes girls faster than he changes clothes. Although every girl knows this they still become victims of his charms, only to be heartbroken later on. But he soon started to change after he met freshman Park Jin-Ae. After being ruthlessly turned down by Jin-Ae, Jungkook makes a bet with his friends Min Yoon-Gi, and Kim Tae-Hyung that he will make Jin-Ae fall for him before the end of the year. With only six months left on the clock, can Jungkook complete the bet or has he already fallen for Jin-Ae? What will Jin-Ae do when she finds out it was all just a game? Can she make Jungkook open up to her about his painful past with the girl he once loved?

Maya has been feeling sick, but she doesn't worry too much until things escalate and it becomes much worse than she thought.

S5! AU/ Post Suicide Squad AU - It's been ten years since she'd left Beacon Hills, five since she'd spoken to her father. After a devastating loss she finds herself back in her hometown, facing the the pack and unwanted memories. Can Beacon Hills handle the Queen of the Gotham underground, and who it is now? Fem!Stiles

what if unsaid emily wasn't about his mom?

To me, love is vole I mean but divided from the one by international blindness is all I've ever known while the great divide of asses put me on my back to rape me blind of my fortune. It’s like that country song— I may not know what love is, but I sure as hell know what it isn’t. So thank you to every string of bad relationships, every abuse I’ve witnessed and felt, every scar, some and most of them unseen. Even through all of that, my children still love. My daughter doesn’t discriminate against gender; my son doesn’t discriminate against her anymore. Thank you, bi girlfriend and her presence— suddenly he’s fine with lesbians, even if he had sex at 12, he raised his girlfriend’s bar, and she raises his. They came to me together—he makes a rose petal bubble bath. And with all the abuses they’ve ever seen me go through, never once being treated right, I look at them, at their kindness, their acceptance, and I think that means I win. Because love, for me, is not about what I was denied, but about what I’ve managed to grow— in spite of everything, in the next generation, in the open arms and open hearts of my children. That’s my victory. it is some man is pissed off because I did what I had to do to protect my f****** kids and you can kiss my ass cuz you don't deserve me and I share the f****** sorry! Send the goddamn militia! Ha (T)§ Matt Isaacs ewe l UV reverse l UV eMe us Dear Director Patel, I write to make one point absolutely clear: I have no intention of moving a muscle or relinquishing my position. I will remain seated, relying on my diplomatic immunity status, despite ongoing abuse inflicted by the individual to whom you entrusted my badge after you effectively betrayed me. The fact that you may wish otherwise does not negate my immunity. I will not give you—or anyone else—the satisfaction of watching me snap under the pressure. The perpetrator can continue his actions only at the risk of severe consequences. Moreover, since he chose to threaten the children of Mariska Hargitay, and you have refused to protect them or permit me to alert her, I make this promise: all bets will be off. I will invoke my diplomatic immunity publicly, including through media such as Fox News, to prove I am neither exaggerating nor tolerating harm to others. Isn’t my own suffering enough? I will not allow anyone else to be hurt. Respectfully, I don’t need a name. Rumple I’m still skin. I’m still standing. I still win.

A fortunate or unfortunate dude ends up in a new world with 3 books: 1. The Gacha Spell Book 2. Familiar Summoning 101 for modern day idiots 3. The Inventory Spell for Lazy Authors ----------------- Temp: Currently midterms for uni so updates are unlikely ----------------- About the cover art. I. DO. NOT. DRAW. This is not mine, I do not claim it is mine, if asked I will remove it, no I don't have the owners permission. Here is the Name of the account who posted it: trina_tsk Here is a link to their account: https://www.instagram.com/trina_tsk/ Please don't cause me copy right issues. ------------------ As always I don't own the franchises and the only thing I own is the main character(OC).

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.