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In his previous life, Qian Renshang witnessed his mother being humiliated by a village bully and, in a fit of rage, perished alongside him!    In this life, Qian Renshang transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, becoming Bibi Dong's son and Qian Renxue's younger brother!    On the day of his birth, Bibi Dong named him Qian Renshang, meaning someone destined to die young!    To spite Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong forcibly kept him by her side to care for him for three years!    He, who cherished family ties, believed that as long as he wholeheartedly treated his family well, he would gain their affection, but all he received in return was escalation!    On Bibi Dong's birthday, he meticulously prepared a birthday cake for her, only to have it ruthlessly knocked over and mocked by Qian Renxue!    Qian Renshang gained an emotional system, sensing extreme suicidal emotions and unexpectedly awakening the Golden Dragon King bloodline!   Heartbroken and disillusioned, he finally decided to leave the Spirit Hall. After an unknown amount of time, he arrived at...

THANK YOU ALL FOR 200K VIEWS EVERYONE THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME ISTG. NEXT GOAL IS 550K!! KEEP IT UP EVERYONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ---------------------------- In the meticulously ordered yet morally fraught landscape of the MHA universe, where Quirks define destiny, a darker hierarchy governs the lives of many: the unforgiving structure of the Omegaverse. Within this world, "Dollhouse" unfolds as a poignant and visceral tale not just of love, but of profound reconstruction. Izuku Midoriya exists as a living paradox—an Omega of immense, hidden strength, forced to play the part of a perfect, fragile doll. His spirit, once as bright as his dreams of heroism, has been systematically shattered by relentless abuse, leaving behind a mosaic of scars etched not just upon his skin, but deep into his soul. He moves through life behind a carefully constructed facade, a sweet, obliging smile masking the terrified young man within. His world is a gilded cage of his own trauma, a "dollhouse" where every gesture is performed for an unseen, punishing master, and his heart whispers a desperate, silent plea for a sanctuary he no longer believes he deserves. His salvation arrives not with gentle words, but with the explosive force of a supernova. Katsuki Bakugo, a dominant Alpha whose very presence crackles with primal power and unyielding ambition, is a force of nature. He is fire and fury, all sharp edges and commanding instinct. Yet, when their paths irrevocably intertwine, the spark that ignites is not one of conflict, but of an unexpected, all-consuming passion. It is a flame that challenges the very foundations of their beings. For Izuku, it means learning to trust a hand that could so easily harm, and for Katsuki, it means confronting an Alpha instinct not to dominate, but to protect. As their bond deepens, Katsuki becomes the architect of Izuku’s recovery. He wages a silent war against the ghosts of Izuku's past, not with violence, but with a ferocity of devotion that leaves no room for doubt. He showers Izuku in a love as passionate as it is patient, a constant, unwavering presence that seeks to overwrite every painful memory with ones of safety and desire. In his mate’s haunted eyes, Katsuki finds a new purpose, swearing a solemn vow to himself: *He would never be the source of such pain. He would never be like the monsters who came before.* But dollhouses are delicate, and the walls Izuku built around his heart are perilously thin. When a cruel echo from the past resurfaces or a single, misunderstood trigger fractures his fragile progress, the beautiful illusion shatters. The dolls tumble from their shelves, and the carefully maintained structure collapses into chaos. In the devastating aftermath, as Izuku retreats into the fractured pieces of himself, the ultimate test awaits. Is Katsuki’s fierce, possessive love enough to gather the shards and piece his Omega back together, creating a stronger, more resilient whole? Or will the relentless grip of a trauma that refuses to be forgotten tear them apart, proving that some wounds are too deep for even the most powerful love to heal? "Dollhouse" is a moving and intense exploration of the brutal and beautiful journey of healing. Set within the captivating framework of My Hero Academia, it is a story where every heartbeat resonates with profound emotion, every touch is a battle against shadows, and true courage is found not in superhuman feats, but in the vulnerable, unwavering act of learning to love and be loved after being broken. ----------------------

@Hollow1304 on YT for video version The years following Klein Moretti’s apotheosis as Klein Moretti — the hidden deity known as The Fool — the currents he set in motion continue to ripple across Backlund, Trier, and beyond. What begins as a philosophical initiative led quietly by Audrey Hall unfolds into a subtle web of influence. Flyers discussing the balance between reason and faith pass through universities, workshops, and cramped apartments. Emlyn White distributes them with aristocratic precision. Alger Wilson seeds theological discourse among scholars. Fors Wall finds in their phrasing the inspiration for deeper moral tension in her writing. At the centre of this invisible convergence stands Melissa Moretti. Drawn first by intellectual curiosity, then by instinctive familiarity, Melissa’s path along the Savant/Paragon pathway unfolds with startling inevitability.

"When sadness turn into obsession, it will do anything... good nor bad"

Ellie : I can’t tell anyone. . . I can’t tell anyone how I was used. . . Abused . . . Battered . . . I can never tell anyone how my life is shattered. Unknown : I can never find my mate, my friends have mates, my family all have a mate . . . Yet I just can’t find her !!! When will my life begin. . . ? . . . . . . This story. . . Is about an abused girl who doesn’t trust anyone anymore and hates herself for being born and believes that she is broken . . . And a teen wolf boy who can’t find his mate and has trust issues and believes that if he finds her that he can trust her . . . But they don’t know what’s in store for them.

Yakumo Satou is lost. He's in a world where fantasy and magic mix with the modern day, and he is now oddly similar to a certain gap-wielding sage. What the heck is going on? (Please read the aux for context)

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Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"