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phantom-thiefx · 4 months

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Atp i have read more ff than actual novels

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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phantom-thiefx · 1 year

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Og!Cale mid insult about Choi han's village but he stops half way and and says:

"-worth less than- Actually, you know what? Fuck this. Basen is already going to be the successor, I don't need to act like this anymore. Fuck the nobels, I'm gonna be a traveler. Oo or maybe start gardening? That'd be interesting.. " he throws the wine bottle behind his back mid sentence and it hits the head of someone who's been bothering the waitresses all night and knocks them out.

"You! Take this note and tell the knights that I sent you. I should go get a therapist.." He walks off while continuing to mumble plans and even apologizes to the owners about causing a mess.

All while everyone, especially Choi han, is staring at him walk out in shock because they thought he was drunk but he walked out the bar without a single stumble and his eyes were clear so how the hell-

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Crack au idea.

Oo, first post of November :D

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phantom-thiefx · 2 years

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Imagine being called The beginning and End of Everything

*Cough* Cale *Cough*

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phantom-thiefx · 2 years

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▪︎Or the fact that Cale is basically loved by everyone and the public firmly believes he can do no wrong.

▪︎Cale casually committing crimes such as stealing, scamming, extorting, forging history and kidnapping.

▪︎Cale's basically friends with every race like dragons? ✔. Elves? ✔. Dark elves? ✔ Whales? ✔. Cats? ✔. Wolves? ✔. Lions? ✔. Vampires? ✔.

▪︎He has a crazy ally who worships him (aka Clopeh)

▪︎Cale dying for his slacker life and instead getting involved in messes and somehow making it a bigger mess.

▪︎His intelligence

Things the Thames/Hunters will (probably) be surprised by Cale:

Cale being surrounded by dragons that basically adopted him

Cale being friendly with elves and the World Tree

Cale not only have a grip on political influence in the west, but also basically owns the mercenary and underworld of the east

Cale having his own personal oceanic trade route

Cale having talking ancient powers that can give him firsthand account of the ancient times

Cale casually carrying around multiple divine items

Cale being acquaintance with saints/holy maidens and probably almost kinda not really a saint himself (we'll see)

Encountering gods is not a weird thing for Cale

Cale has travelled dimensions, multiple times

Cale had fought hunters despite never personally meeting one

Cale can talk with his dead mom (or at least a piece of her)

...Honestly i never really consider how absurd his life is until I'm making this post.

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phantom-thiefx · 2 years

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the ‘awkward villain roommate’ trope

okay let me explain. the villain has been mostly redeemed. or is at the very least, trying. they’ve given up their evil lifestyle, gone to live with the hero team, started to see the error of their ways and reflect on their past mistakes, but...it’s still awkward for them to be around everyone.

These are people they’ve hurt before. These are people the villain knows don’t trust them. Villain is pretty sure the team doesn’t even want them there.

Villain tip-toes around the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. Don’t scare anyone. Don’t be a nuisance.

The team watches their every move, waiting for the moment they’ll snap. As if they could revert back to their old ways, as if they could possibly harm the people who took them in at their lowest point when they could have killed them.

They walk into a room and the conversation comes to a dead halt. Laughter dies down. The light fades from their eyes.

Villain takes their meals and eats privately in their room from then on, not wanting to disturb the pleasant atmosphere the team has with each other. Not wanting to stand under the withering glares and wary eyes of suspicion and fear.

Villain wants to be a part of their world. Wants to be accepted. To not be seen as a ticking time bomb.

They’re trying. They just don’t know when it will ever be enough.

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phantom-thiefx · 2 years

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I think sometimes about the ease of cruelty. How simple it is to lash out while feeling hurt, or small, or slighted. How dangerously minute those moments can be—how we can wield a knife without thought and move on from the bloodshed just as quickly. How that scar sits in another person, rotting beneath the bandages. We can do that to one another in a moment of lowered guard. In a blink. We can, and we do.

I think sometimes about how many people I’ve known to prove this point. Not always bad people, either; it’s so tempting to believe cruelty beats only in the breast of “bad people”. It’s a balm, a reassuring boogeyman in the dark, believing that. So many people I’ve known to think of kindness as their primary trait—as having no tolerance for vicious words—default to the ease of cruelty. When they’ve slept poorly. Had a bad day at work. Have spent weeks in the grips of their own demons. Always a reason. They could always explain it away. Because they’re good people, at heart. Because good people don’t just do that sort of thing.

Except they do. Every day. All the time. It’s so easy to be unkind. To scorn someone’s attempt to put themselves out there because their method of doing so grates on us. To punch down at someone’s hard work because their victory makes our own battles feel bigger in comparison. To dig in that knife, just a little, just so we don’t feel like we’re bleeding alone. It’s so deceptively, unpleasantly easy. The work is in catching those moments before they land. In deleting the text before anyone else can see it. In chaining up the monster before it can bite. Because we all have it. We all have those teeth, primed for a shit morning in traffic, a piece of art that bombed, a fight with an uninvolved third party. We’re all capable. Even the kindest. Especially the kindest.

I think about the ease of cruelty. How it doesn’t make you malicious at heart, to hold those weapons. How it isn’t reserved only for the villains of our stories. And how, if we don’t recognize that much—and call it out—in ourselves, in our loved ones, in the kindest among us, we’re going to leave so many more scars than we could possibly imagine.

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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I'm thinking about how KDJ's acts of love towards YJH are also reflections of his own desires - in part because YJH is intrinsically such a big part of who KDJ is, and in part because their mindsets surrounding what constitutes love are so similar that the lessons he tries to impart on him will naturally apply to him as well. The most prevalent mindset, imo, comes up in both the 1863rd chapters and the epilogue:

Sometimes when somebody wants to be saved, the ones fighting the hardest against their own salvation will be themselves. 1863!YJH wanted nothing more to die, but KDJ knew - not just because he could read his mind, but because he had felt it in himself too - that he also really really wanted to live.

KDJ sees love not as a mutual act, but rather something you do to others - he will put himself through hell for others even if they don't want him to. And it's not that he doesn't know that his actions traumatize his friends - he knows very well, and he keeps doing it as an act of self harm. If he sacrifices himself just one more time, he thinks, they'll hate him so much that they'll abandon him, and then they cannot give back. It's a twisted logic, but it's borne out of this idea he's built up in his mind that he is a person inherently unworthy of love. To avoid confronting the possibility of reciprocal, unconditional love, he throws himself away from others instead.

And when he's finally forced to face an act of unconditional mercy directed towards him - when SP abandons his goal of vengeance after finally meeting the Most Ancient Dream - his entire worldview crumbles away. KDJ snaps and tries to kill OD himself, because he can't handle witnessing the destruction of the mantra he'd been living his whole life. And even after this he still hasn't fully accepted the possibility of reciprocal, unconditional love. His act of pushing Jonghyuk and Sooyoung out of the train - and leaving half of himself behind - was his last act of violence against a truth that shattered the wall he'd built up around him. And then they came back to break it down again anyway.

KDJ keeps finding impossible ways to save people who shouldn't be saved over and over again because - yes - he has a good heart. But there's another reason, too. There's a really small child in him - one you can just barely hear - whispering "please save me, too."

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Sometimes, the loneliness is suffocating. He feels so detached from everything that all he longs is for someone to see him. To understand what he has gone through. No one does.

#sad boi hours #sadness #loneliness #depression #story #storytelling #fiction #late night thoughts #thoughts #serious thoughts #lamenting #questions to ponder #contemplative #quotes #author #lonewolf

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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"Why do we fear death?"

13 yr old me was wilding in her mind. Anyways, here is something interesting:

In 1952, the famous American psychologist Gordon Exner began his most famous dissertation with the following statement.

"If there are 6 billion people on the planet, there must be 6 billion types of mind,personality and disposition since each person's psychological state, dispostion and personality is different. People are all unique."

But in the final essay he wrote before he died, he changed his statement and ended it with the following,

"In fact, those are simply 6 billion different manifestations of [one person]. People are all the same."

#story #storytelling #truth #author #ramblings #thoughts #serious inquiries only #late night

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Favorite quotes by our beloved Franz? Love your blog!

All language is but a poor translation.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I never wish to be easily defined.

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.

I am free and that is why I am lost

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate… but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.

And, of course

‘I remember,’ Brod writes, ‘ a conversation with Kafka which began with present-day Europe and the decline of the human race. “We are nihilistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts that come into God’s head,” Kafka said. This reminded me at first of the Gnostic view of life: God as the evil demiurge, the world as his Fall. “Oh no,” said Kafka, “our world is only a bad mood of God, a bad day of his.” “Then there is hope outside this manifestation of the world that we know.” He smiled. “Oh, plenty of hope, an infinite amount of hope – but not for us.”

Thank you, love 🌼

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Go off sis

Rep.Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez addresses confrontation with Rep.Ted Yoho

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Tcf incorrect quotes part 6=

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Cale: "On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-"

Alberu: "At least twenty."

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*Dorph interrogation scene*

Dorph: "fuck you"

Dorph: *spits blood*

Cale: "What the fuck dude? Nobody's even hit you yet. Where did you get all that blood from?"

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Cale: "That's it! I am going on a three years marathon nap."

Choi Han: "Cale-nim that's called going into a coma."

Cale: *raises eyebrow*

Cale: "And your point is?"

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Rosalyn: "This is such a bad idea."

Hannah: "Then why are you coming along?"

Rosalyn: "One of us needs to be able to talk young master Cale out of yelling at us when this inevitably goes wrong."

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Alberu: "On the count of three, lets apologize to each other."

Cale: "Sounds okay to me."

Alberu: " Then One, two, three."

Cale: ...

Alberu: ...

Alberu: '...Now i am disappointed in both of us."

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Witira: "We are leaving to go see young master Cale. Are you guys prepared?"

Paseton: "I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!!"

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Tcf incorrect quotes part 5=

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*Choi Han playing a musical instrument*

Ron: "Do you take requests brat?"

Choi Han: "...yes"

Ron: "Stop"

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Lee Soohyuk: "Are you okay?"

Choi Jungsoo: "No but i am funny."

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Cale: "What goes up but never goes down?"

Alberu: "The amount of stress you bring to this relationship."

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Queen Jopis: "In your opinion, whats the height of stupidity?"

Glenn: *turning to Bud*

Glenn: "How tall are you?"

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Cale: "Is something burning?"

Clopeh: *leans on kitchen counter*

Clopeh: "Just my love for you."

Cale: *disgusted* "The toaster is on fire."

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Alberu: *going over Cale's resume* "Alright, it says here you are creative."

Cale: "Yes."

Alberu: "What do you create?"

Cale: *looks His Highness dead in the eye*

Cale: "Problems."

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Roan: "Weak human, let's blow White Star's head off and smack him in the back!"

Cale: "Raon, i would rather you not murder people. Not because its wrong but because you are six"

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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There is a black hole inside of my heart.

- fanfiction about og!Cale Henituse from Trash of the Count's family.

He is tired.

Exhaustion seeps through his clothes and is absorbed by his bones, down to the marrow. His shoulders sag from the weight of his responsibilities, burdens that were not his to carry. Beads of sweat glides down his temples and then his chin. He heaves a trembling breath and the strain makes him gasp. Shudders wreck through his already frail frame and he hacks and coughs till scarlet droplets fall from his pale lips. His lungs constrict and he exhales in response as his muscles yell out in protest. He is tired, so very tired.

His fatigue is not physical but rather mental; One that drains him of his vitality. A sense of enervation plague his being. There is a strange hollowness in his bones, an emptiness in his heart.

With each passing day, he descends deeper and deeper into the dark, omnious pits of hell. The ferocious flames lick at his wounds, as if to savour his grief. He feels like a misfit amidst his 'family', like a piece that no longer fits and should be discarded. It is a terribly nasty feeling.

"The eldest son who bears a striking resemblance to the late Countess," they say and he laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs some more, for he fears he will start wailing like a child otherwise. And that is something he is unable to do, not anymore anyways. His mother is no longer here to coddle him, to wipe his tears with her gentle hands and to make him guffaw due to her silly jokes until he clutches his aching stomach. No! Instead, he has been abandoned in a remote and secluded wing of the Henituse Manor, one not frequented often. It is empty and desolate, with loneliness hanging from every corner.

His fate that is despairing and glum. No one told him how the world will crumble after that tragedy, no one prepared him for the hardships to come. His world greyed and was bereft of color and it starked acutely with the vibrant lustre of his mother's hair. He weeps at his loss.

He wants to scream at the Gods that he is only a young child and yet his world has already been contaminated with anguish. Ask them why, what did he do to deserve this? He is frustrated, furious at the world and angry at his father's neglect. That man flinches upon meeting his gaze, reminded of his dead wife and Cale scoffs. He is infuriated and he wants to rage at the world till everything crumbles to dust like he did. But for all the fury and wrath he is capable of, it has never been directed without reason. His resentment is but a mask to hide his hurt; a hurt so deep that it turned into a swamp. It drags him down to its vicious depths.

Life is cruel, extremely vicious to him and there is absolutely nothing he can do to salvage his broken remains, precious little pieces that float in the tsunami of negativity. He does not have any balm, ointment or herbs for his wounds, he never did; at least not after his mother's demise. And what an irony that is, his boundless wealth cannot prevent the infection that festers in his wounds.

Misfortune follows him like a stubborn lover, laughing at his foolishness as it wraps it's gentle tendrils around him in a freezing embrace ( he suffocates ). Money, luxuries, precious ornaments, valuables and opulence are of little value to him. He never asked for his wealth. All he wanted was love and adoration but he is no longer even given scrapes of tenderness. Tend to your own wounds, they mock.

His new family consists of his father, step-mother and step-siblings and they are better off without him. His cursed existence will only taint their newfound happiness. He distances himself deliberately for fear of smearing that elation. He plunges deeper into the abyss and no one pulls him up, not even himself. He never stretched his hand out and neither did they extend one.

He is drowning in his own sorrow, submerging deeper and deeper into the unrelenting waves that crash fluidly, their force canceling out his resistance, his futile efforts to breathe. To just breathe and survive damn it! His already reducing puffs of air are drawing to a halt and so is his heart but yet, yet his will to live still burns faintly, it's glow near nonexistent in this vast ocean.

He screams and screams and screams into the void but not even an echo returns. The abyss pulls him deeper down, threatening to erase his existence and he is this close, this close to allowing it to. After all, it is not as if someone will mourn his death, remember him positively or reminisce about him with pure, unadultered love. A love he has craved for his entire life but never been blessed with, his mother being the only exception to this curse. To them, he is already too far gone to pull back up to the surface to even think about extending a helping hand.

Do not get him wrong, he still loves his remaining family and he is sure they do as well ( do they really? ). However, they love each other but they do not talk anymore, at least not in the same language. They do not hear his desperate voice, no matter how much he howls. His throat rips open from the raw strength of his yells and yet, no response returns. His shrieks fall on deaf ears.

And so, he gave up. Cale Henituse, a man who is overflowing with perseverance and whose very blood repels pusillanimity gave up. A man who will master anything out of sheer spite and determination stopped enduring and what an amusing thing that is. He is sure his mother will grieve and lament the fate of her son but she should not have left him alone if she wanted a different outcome. No really, what did she expect? Her son gave up struggling, resisting and loving. He suppressed his emotions, stepped back and jumped into a hell he created with his own hands; turning, twisting and deforming the chamber into his own domain. He wrapped himself into a mask of lies and embraced back misfortune.

Cale is eight when he loses hope. Every morning he wakes up and diligently pieces the persona of an alcoholic trash onto himself despite rarely every getting drunk. Funnily enough, no one ever suspects him of deception. No one stepped past the curtains and into the graveyard of hopes. No! All they did was look at him with disappointing, pitying eyes and speculate the cause of his regression, his reason for willingly descending into filth. And no sane person wants filth on themselves and as a result, he is isolated.

Even his own father never attempted to reach out to him, always reprimanding him for his actions and their consequences but never looking at what is below the surface, underneath the underneath. He cannot blame Deruth for never looking his way, not when he has been replaced. At the very least, he throws him that bone, lets him know he understands; Even if everytime Cale looks at him, there is something howling around his sternum, flushing through his ribs. He wonders, if Deruth leans close enough, will he be able to hear it hiss through the cracks in his skin? Now he is truly and utterly alone.

Good for him though. Their disappointment and dejection only means his mask is effective, that his play managed to bewitch their eyes into believing the tale of the trash of the count's family. Be more dismayed, hurt and angry. Hate him and hurl insults at him. Harm him more if they could. Denounce him as the heir and disown him from the family register. It is not as if it will be the first time he has been abandoned. He begs to be liberated of his shackles. He sobs and it is an ugly, guttural sound.

I am not sure if i encapsulated og!Cale well? Let me know if i did since this is my first time writing a ff.

P.s. Kindly ignore grammatical errors.

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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“Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard, and supported.”

— Cleo Wade

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Tcf incorrect quotes part 4=

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Alberu: Yk you are not as much of a trash as you think yourself to be.

Cale: Preposterous. Unimaginable. Absolutely ludicrous. What farcical bullshit are you spewing hyung? Have a terrible day.

Raon: Our not-so-weak human is indeed a good person who saved my life.

*Everyone chiming in on how Cale helped them survive.*

Cale: *disassociates on command*

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Plot: White Star and Adin, the two people despised by Cale facing judgement.

Adin: How much of an utter idiot do you have to be to make all the mistakes you've made, huh? You are a complete failure. Not even a thousand years can help you.

White Star: *bristles* Who are you calling a clown and a failure?

White Star: Remind me again who lost the trust of their own people by giving away all of their evil plans while cackling like an evil mob boss on camera? Amateur.

G.O.D: This is strangely entertaining, wish i had popcorn.

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Cale: It's useless to argue with you. You never come to the conclusion that there are other perspectives than your own.

White Star: I'm well aware of perspectives other than my own. I just happen to think mine is better.

Cale: I believe that's only supporting my theory.

White Star: *inhales sharply* NO I MEAN HOW CAN A RUMORED TRASH DESTROY ALL MY CAREFULLY CRAFTED PLANS OF THOUSAND YEARS IN LESS THAN TWO YEARS WITHOUT BEING A GOD'S MESSENGER!? IMPOSSI-

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Duke fredo: You know the secret to living with rules and regulations?

Alberu: *smiles brightly* Finding ways to bend them.

Cale: *nodding* Or destroying the reason they exist.

Raon: Human you and the crown prince are smiling like that again! Are you both going to scam someone? Hmmm? *tilts head cutely*

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LSH: *sees injued KRS* We need to talk.

CJS:*smiles menacingly* A nice, long chat.

KRS: That has never been true. Goodbye.

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Beacrox: Whats wrong with you?

Choi Han: *in a rare moment of honesty and covered by the nth dish he failed to cook*

Choi Han: Almost everything.

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Basen: Who thinks they can fight me and win?

Lily: Almost everyone.

Basen: They are right. I am sensitive. But that doesnt mean i cant make them bankrupt and politically isolated.

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Flight attendanc: Before we take off, please ensure all small items are secured.

Witira: *smiles and looks at Archie*

Witira: Do you feel secure?

Archie: Fuck you.

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phantom-thiefx · 3 years

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Tcf latest chapter spoilers:

Your highness. Did Cale-nim stay back on his own?”

“…He did.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“I agree. Depending on the situation, you head towards Cale. I feel like he is hiding something after visiting the World Tree.”

Alberu and Choi Han know Cale's sacrificial tendencies too well at this point.

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A golden plaque was sparkling in his hand.

“My crown prince hyung-nim would probably faint if he learned that I used this for something like this.”

Cale smiled brightly.

Say what you want but Cale and golden plaques is the top-tier ship.

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The Gold Dragon slowly opened its closed eyes. Mila looked into those gold eyes and motioned with her eyes.

“Over there. There is someone waiting for you.”

Alberu Crossman was standing on the window ledge, looking directly at the Gold Dragon, Eruhaben.

Ok but remember when Alberu found out about Eruhaben's identity and the dragon just looked at him and then proceeded to behave indifferently? Now look at them teaming up for Cale like bro this is already the second time they are fighting an enemy together. (White bastard during the sealed god test was the first.)

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Young master Cale is both a hero and a leader.’

In Jack’s eyes, Alberu Crossman was someone who personally wanted to be a leader and not a hero.

That was why Alberu responded as Jack had expected, to his question about it being burdensome.

“This is my job.”

The days where Alberu would live in fear that somebody would discover his dark elf lineage are long over. Now look at him being absolutely confident in himself, down to the bone. As Cale said, Alberu is fated to be here.

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“It is light with the power of the Sun God.”

Everybody turned toward Jack again.

“My lord has informed his highness, crown prince Alberu Crossman, to light up the darkness.”

Cale flattering Alberu really was forshadowing huh? Now Alberu is what? Both the Sun and the Moon? And Cale is the guardian Angel? Chef's kiss😚

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Alberu had a refreshing smile on his face, as if he was not cold despite just being in pajamas.

“Why don’t you put on your armor?”

“I forgot to bring it.”

“That’s…not something to be proud of.”

“It’s not like I had a choice.”

Imagine the citizens narrating this story to their children and being like 'Even though His Highness was bare-footed and in his pajamas, he still looked like the brightest star.'

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Alberu chuckled and mumbled to himself.

“…This… feels like I really became the sun or something.”

He shook his head.

“No.”

Alberu raised his head.

It was the night of a new moon.

“I am the moon.”

What rose in the sky was not the sun, it was the moon.

Others might think this was the sun, but it was different for him.

Alberu really was a munchkin huh? I love him.

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