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Kirito Sleeping Under Tree

Beneath The Maple Tree

Igarashi Hikaru, a dog-human with fluffy white hair and sunset like orange eyes, has always been sickly and overprotected by his loving family. In his past life, he passed away at just five years old, never knowing what it was like to be truly loved. In this new life, however, his family adores him, and at 18, he was finally free from his illness, though still fragile. Eager to experience the world beyond the safety of his home, Hikaru is sent to an expensive high school, unaware that his family is wealthy and that the outside world can be much more complicated than he realizes. At school, Hikaru meets Higan, a lion-human with vibrant red eyes, medium-length blue hair with slight messy appearance with visible strands, in the back a small and stubby ponytail. Though Higan is known as the school’s bully, Hikaru has no idea about his reputation. He’s simply surprised by how kind Higan is to him... He wonders why Higan seems to care about him, but his innocent nature prevents him from understanding that this kindness is unusual. What Hikaru doesn’t know is that Higan is slowly becoming obsessed with him. Higan, too, is confused by his feelings, unable to recognize the intensity of his growing affection for Hikaru. As Hikaru tries to navigate school life, he remains blissfully unaware of Higan’s true nature and the danger lurking in his growing attachment. Hikaru, with his pure heart and innocent outlook, doesn’t realize that Higan’s feelings may soon become more than he can handle. Caught in a web of confusion and affection~!
_Asherah_Lirien_ · 3.4K Views

Under The Gods' Gaze

Yggdrasil, the world tree. A being of omnipotence that controls and guides the universe with its infinite influence and wisdom, seeking an outcome that no man or creature could comprehend. Many believe the world tree contains the universe and keeps it stable simply, but the truth is hardly ever so simple. Yggdrasil manifests the universe's will and constantly searches for a net positive outcome. However, these outcomes often come at great prices, with many of the Tree's actions resulting in the loss of millions of sentient lives. However, the Tree is Omnipotent and thus sees life at an infinite scale. This infinite view allows the tree to see the long-term effects of the decisions it makes, thus resulting in 100% net positive outcomes. However, in the past 60 years, there has been a disturbance, one from another universe entirely—a universe where pure chaos reigned supreme, and there was no overseer. This chaotic universe has begun to bleed through the universal folds of time and space, allowing interaction between the two. As a result of this bleeding, the planet most important to Yggdrasil's desired universal outcome is being overrun by the Void Seekers. In order to save its universe and destroy the Void, Yggdrasil has made a Drastic decision—a decision involving one man: Magni Gunvaldsen. [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] Welcome to my story, fellow humans. I have had to rewrite this story 15 times because I was never truly satisfied with it, but here I am with the final product. I have solidified the plot, given my main character a real personality, and corrected my writing style to fit the theme of the book more closely. The amount of time and effort I have put into this book is honestly frightening, but nonetheless, it is worth every second, penny, and sleepless night. I have set this novel up so that I can continue it indefinitely if need be, but I will at least have three volumes written in three years. Each novel will be 50 full-length chapters long and jam-packed with content, but I will not slack on the quality. I will be posting chapters at a minimum of 3k words once a week, and some will even go up to 6k or 7k. The first volume will focus on Magni's unique situation, emotions, and his drive for success. It will touch on many things, such as mental health, expectations, faith, and the will of others. The second volume will Focus on revenge and how the idea is flawed but, in an imperfect world, is a necessary evil. The 3rd volume will focus on the concept of destiny, the emotion of love, the correlation between the two, and the inverse. (this is when Magni's love interest will be revealed). Of course, there will still be plenty of action; this is an action novel series, but there will be solid themes of love in this 3rd volume. If that's not your cup of tea, then I don't care. I'm sure plenty of loyal readers out there will support me despite you. Welcome to a journey of a lifetime, and I hope you enjoy. [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] If you want real-time updates on my progress or just want to support me, you can go ahead and follow my Instagram, @Cathulhu01_OFF. I'm mainly doing this as a hobby, but if it takes off(which I doubt it will, but one can only hope and work harder), I will put a link to my Patreon. The subscription cost will be $5, but I will put a ton of content on there, so don't worry. Don't have a good day. Have a fucking fantastic day. CTHULHU
Cathulu01 · 6.1K Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.6M Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 685.5K Views
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