opposite of supercilious

The Tower of Sins... A majestic Tower that appeared in the world just as the world had lost all hopes. Humanity was near extinction in the apocalypse brought forth by the appearance of Monsters in the once peaceful world. Their last hope... The mystical tower that had appeared out of nowhere became the shelter of humanity. The humans that took shelter in the tower were many; amongst them were a few that were selected by the Tower itself. These Humans were known as the Lord of Sins, who received abilities from the tower itself. As for what abilities, no one knew... All people knew was that the abilities they received were related to the biggest sin they committed in life. They were all given one task... Climb the tower and reach the top to receive incredible strength and freedom. Only Lord of Sins and the people they selected were authorized to climb and go up, facing hardships. They were the gods of the Tower! The rest... They were left behind on Floor Zero. Amongst the humans left behind was Azekiel... A human who had never committed even a single sin in his life. Until... A single sin can change a person's life. What happens when a good man commits a sin worthy of making him a Lord of Sin? The legend of Sins is about to unfold that can threaten reality itself, bringing forth many unimaginable secrets of the world!

"Come with me, dear foolish brother, why do you resist?" A man with short white hair says with a vicious smile. "Because you're wrong, because I can't allow you to do what you want to do Big Brother." A sickly man says with a look of determination permeating along his whole being. "That's a mean thing to say, I'm trying to compromise here is tolerance not part of your justice." The man says with a hurt look on his face pleading his case to his brother. "Right now the world is in chaos, meta powers should not be used to further your own self-interest, you're only thinking of gratifying yourself!" The man screams at his older brother, reasoning with one of his own gritting his teeth. A man was watching this interaction with a frown watching the displays of both of their ideals trying to be projected onto one another. "This conversation is going nowhere." A man said while watching the latest episode of MHA. "If I was there I would do it differently." The man chuckled at his own thoughts before a blinding light hit him. "Where am I?" "Purgatory." "Who are you?" "ROB." "Why am I here?" "Cause I'm bored." "Hmmm makes sense." Warning: The MC is very manipulative and uses people for his own gain. He kinda a piece of sh*t so don't get mad at me cause I warned you, I could care less if you read my story or not I do this to be better as a writer.

Arial is a soldier in the Human resistance against the Demonkind. After the destruction of the resistance he was given a chance to undo the past mistake. Join as Arial went back in time and prepare to save his family and the world of humans against the Demons. ************************************** Other synopsis Tales of great heroes that fight dragons and demons, stories of evil monster and cruel men and cunning woman, of great heroes fighting great wars, the stories of their noble life and tragic death stretched across the stars, a thousand, and a thousand more, and a thousand more, glimmers of their battles, of hope and love and their struggles How much stories, how many battles were fought, won or lost ? They call it the Age of Heroes

"My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental power. Heed my summoning... My servant that existed somewhere in this vast universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call... I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!" Actions speak louder than words. However, in rare instances, the words of one individual hold enough power to evanescently echo through the infinite chasms of all Creation. The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. "Bird of Hermes is my name... eating my wings... to make me tame."

When a national athlete of China laughs at the concept of being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face! When parents, relatives, friends, and all the rest of society scoff at pro-gaming and say it’s not a real job… what else can you do but hold true to your passion for the competitive multiplayer scene, and resolutely turn away from their doubts! Have you ever thought that it could actually become an official event during the Olympics, perhaps within the next four years—a game of split-second reactions and seamless teamwork between five-man squads, the ultimate test of reflexes and finesse, in an arena where players compete with all their heart and soul… This is e-sports! Let the champions roar ‘Demacia!’ and rock the world to its foundations!

What great love story doesn't start with two people that absolutely hate each other? Meet Elijah Quinn. Quiet, composed, and mostly just keeps to himself - your definition of a typical high school nerd. He comes from a financially well-endowed family, to say the least. Always the top achiever in class, he keeps interactions with others to a bare minimum, if not at all, and is completely oblivious to the fact that many girls lust after him. Now meet Lucas Kim. Your typical high school playboy. He is well aware of the long line of people waiting to get a turn with him and wears that fact with pride. He is usually seen with a group of loud and rowdy boys who walk around like they own the place. He is known to have slept with pretty much all the girls in school. Two very stereotypical-sounding people in a very stereotypical school setting. Or so you would think.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

The Wandering Wizard, Sean Cliffer, is one of the last wizard of the modern day of Earth. he  lived his life for a hundred of years, learning and experiencing the real world. Especially for a wizard, always hiding and lurking in the shadows. And always afraid someone will find out, as they say, humans are afraid of what they don't understand. This time, his magic has failed him. It was already past of his limited time, only with his power was holding his life in a thin thread, finally snapping. But, what he did not expect was, it was only the beginning of the end. Another life of challenges. Reborn as a second son of an highborn family, a spare in case the heir met a terrible death. His new name is Torrhen, of house Karstark, born of the year 266 after Aegon's Conquest. The second son of Karlon Karstark and Berena Flint, younger brother of Rickard Karstark, the heir of Karhold. There's a new player in 'the Game'. **************************************** Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. A/N: This story was inspired by 'Harry Potter Reborn as Bomeric Bolton', 'The Road to Hell'. and so much more Fanfics about Game of Thrones. I don't know any good pairings for now, so suggestions can be written on the chat. And, my English isn't that very good, so be easy on me. As for the update rate, maybe I can put 4-5 chapters per week. Having college studies to think of. Also, there will be foul words and violent actions in the novels. What can you expect in Game of Thrones, eh, lad?

A man addicted to pornography dies and has the opportunity to transmigrate into Robert Baratheon's body 1 year before the plot, he receives 2 powers of his choice, 1 power; addictive cock = ability to give women a lot of sexual pleasure and addict them to sex, to the point of dominating them mentally 2 power; summon shadow soldiers, after all he needs power. The new robert baratheon will start raising his new wife, having sex with her in front of Jaime Lannister (the protagonist is a sex patient, so he can share his wives and make any fetish, in a way, he'll have NTR, and a lot of Netori)

A Gameresque Fic based on ASOIAF/GOT and related fandoms. It will contain a few elements of Assassins Creed (Not a crossover fic). Cross-posted in FFN. AU. Worldbuilding Jon Snow gains some help from an unexpected source to help him find his origin and purpose in life. Some characters may appear OOC. Contains elements from the novels and the show.