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Cape Hermione

My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 276.6K Views

Global Lord: Rise of the lords

[Global lord: Rise of the lords] What could possibly go wrong when 7 billion people get isekai’d at once? Meet Arthur—your everyday, forgettable college student from a forgettable city in the oh-so-average year of 2025. Ignored by teachers, invisible to classmates, and happiest when lost in the pages of fantasy novels or binging anime, Arthur had only one wish: to live a life of adventure. And the universe answered. One day, a mysterious prompt pops into his mind—and before he can say "isekai," Arthur finds himself in a magical world brimming with monsters, magic, and mayhem! Oh, and he’s not alone. Every single human on Earth—yes, all 7 billion—has been thrown into this new realm. Talk about crowded! While others flaunt their flashy Epic, Rare, Platinum, or Diamond-ranked talents like trading cards, Arthur is gifted with a Legendary Talent—Luck. Sounds underwhelming? Think again. From dodging certain death to summoning soldiers and finding treasure chests in the weirdest places, Arthur’s talent lets him bend the rules of fate itself. Armed with his cheat-like power, an ever-growing army, and an uncanny ability to stumble into both danger and opportunity, Arthur sets out to build a kingdom, conquer enemies, and maybe—just maybe—figure out how to walk without tripping over his own cape. Join Arthur on a journey packed with action, war, kingdom-building, system prompts, and just the right dash of chaos. Will he rise as a legend, or become monster food by Chapter 3? If you enjoy thrilling battles, clever MCs, and a world full of lords, armies, and unexpected twists—drop a comment, vote with your power stones, and support your ever-sleep-deprived author! (Seriously. I sacrificed sleep for this. Show me some love.) discord link- https://discord.gg/uSwq5RRu
Jack_of_all_trade · 160.4K Views

Lauriel and the Enchanted Garden

On a sunny day, on the border between Summer and Autumn, Lauriel was sitting among the snowy white clouds. He was sprawled on his back, leaning comfortably on the fluffy clouds as his feet were hanging. Maybe someone else in his position would take time to marvel at the scenery. Lauriel completely disregarded the way sunshine was breaking around him, creating translucent colors and lights, and the precipitous height that allowed him to observe the world stretched beneath him. Some might say it was because he was arrogant and too self-observed to pay attention, but it wasn't true. On some other day, he would pay attention or enjoy it, but not on this one. Lauriel was an avid reader and often times you could find him immersed in a book or in a search of a tome. This particular time, he was reading a beautiful book made out of pure white pages and most perfect ink. The covers had a beautiful handmade painting depicting a single tear falling into a river, yet just from a single glance, one could think that what he was holding was a river, as it seemed as if it was flowing, until it finally disappeared into golden edges, whose only job was to capture it from disappearing from the covers. One might take joy just from looking at it, which was the reason why Lauriel was holding the said book, but after one looked at his expression, it seemed as if it was a huge steaming pile of shit. His light grey eyes were glaring at the lines he was following, mouth hanging open as his features were twisted into a disgustingly appalled expression. Next second, Lauriel closed the book with a snap and yelled in frustration as he threw the book as far away as he could - the book flew over the clouds, which left its perfect covers wet from accumulated water, but it didn't stay wet as it kept flying through the air like an arrow, accumulating more speed the further it went, as a small airplane, with its pages rustling like leaves until finally, it landed into a volcano. Lauriel dashed through the clouds towards his house, his dazzling white cape hanging off his shoulders, as a loud bang could be heard, followed by a shriek nearby. "Can you please stop throwing all the books you do not like into a volcano, Lauriel my dear?!" sounded a slightly annoyed female voice. Lauriel turned on his heel, his expression still annoyed, and appeared right next to a black-haired woman. Her back was slender, turned towards him as she was looking in the distance where an erupting volcano could be spotted. Her black eyes stared into the distance, as her thin lips were twisted into a line. "I will not. They don't deserve a better fate, Miki. You should have read this, this....." Lauriel paused mid-fit, as he was trying to find a proper word to depict it vividly to Miki. "Abhorrence." he finished.
AliceKatsuki · 7.3K Views

HOW ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST HELP ME TO RECOVER MY STOLEN BITCOIN

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.
Donny_Xiong · 667 Views

Rosabelle Dumbledore and the Magic of Second Chances

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece
cawo21 · 1.5K Views

LOST OR STOLEN BITCOIN AND ETHEREUM RECOVERY EXPERT- CONTACT ASSET RES

It was one of those casual work Zoom calls where somebody just haphazardly threw in "Asset Rescue Specialist " as if it was part of office gossip. And I was just like, cool, but I'm probably never going to need that. Fast forward a month, and I stared at my computer screen, horrified, having fallen for some fake Ledger update that wiped out my $330,000 wallet. Suddenly, that casual mention was the most important thing I'd ever heard in my life. I was paralyzed with panic. I felt like I'd just lost a small fortune-because I had-and the shame of it all kept me frozen. I was too embarrassed to admit what had happened and way too anxious to even know how to fix it. But then, that Zoom call came to mind. I remembered my colleague's offhand remark about Asset Rescue Specialist and thought, "Why not? What do I have to lose, other than everything? So, I dialed the number, and within seconds, the team was on it. They did not bat an eyelid as I told them my sad tale of wallet disaster. The calm, collected, and-professional-dare I say it-came through the phone so confidently, like I was talking to a group of crypto superheroes-outback, no capes, just serious recovery skills. What followed was an efficient flurry: they worked magic, got back my $330,000, and set me up with all-new security so I don't repeat that whole disaster. They didn't just fix it; they made sure I knew how to secure myself for the future. It was no more 'me', the guy whose definition of "security" includes crossing his fingers and hoping. Now I'm the guy who actually knows the difference between a seed phrase and a shopping list. It's funny, in retrospect: that Zoom call was the plot twist I never saw coming. Who knew a throwaway comment about a recovery service would prove to be my crypto lifeline? If only I'd known that was the important stuff back then! But, you know, better late than never! Thanks to Asset Rescue Specialist, I am back on track-not just regarding crypto investments, but way more security-cautious than I'd ever been before. Lesson learned? Never skip those casual mentions of recovery services during work Zoom calls; you never know when you need to call upon them to save you from this or that costly mistake. FOR MORE INFO: Company: ASSET RESCUE SPECIALIST WhatsApp:+ 1 9 0 3 5 5 9 1 7 3 3. mail: assetrescuespecialist@qualityservice.com or support@assetrescuespecialist.com. Website info; https://assetrescuespecialist.com
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