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That One Guy Skibidi

MY CRAZY RICH HUBBY IS A SKIBIDI

Vina Valencia is a low-key magical badass who can literally bend reality with her hands (think magic spaghetti noodles made of energy), but she’s stuck babysitting her hot mess husband, Hottmann Munich—a billionaire chaos gremlin who’s all about cursed poker games, illegal magic fight clubs, and collecting ex-girlfriends like Pokémon. Everyone thinks he’s a skibidi (yes, that’s his official title now), but secretly? He’s obsessed with Vina. Too bad he’s terrible at showing it. Every time Hottmann does something stupid (which is often), Vina has to clean up his magical dumpster fires. Broke a cursed casino’s rules? Vina fixes it. Got hexed by a jealous witch? Vina’s on it. But when Hottmann gambles away her family’s magic moonstone necklace to a shady fae dude, Vina’s like, “Nope, I’m out.” She dips to Silvershore, a secret beach town for magic fugitives, where she learns she’s basically the heir to a squad of ocean-controlling sea witches. Slay. Meanwhile, Hottmann’s life implodes without Vina’s magic Band-Aids. His empire’s cursed, his exes are hexing him, and he’s got a literal demon in his DMs. When he finally finds Vina, he’s half-dead from a curse (karma, baby). Vina saves him (ugh, why?) and finds out his whole family’s cursed to be self-destructive idiots. Now they’re stuck working together: Vina’s mastering her storm magic, Hottmann’s trying not to be a skibidi, and everyone’s got drama. Think magic fights, toxic exes, and a kraken.
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that one SWURD

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.
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