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Chu Wuyan (GL)Help, this courtesan is not right❗❓Female-oriented / GL / Dual-faced courtesan / Redemption / Against her will / Versatile / Pure love / Clean Before she met you, she never thought of leaving this place alive. Chu Wuyan is the finest courtesan in this establishment. Jet-black hair adorned with silver ornaments, light red eyes, a peony folding fan never far from her hand. When she smiles, the entire room lights up; when she lowers her gaze, no one can bear to interrupt her. Everyone says she is gentle and passionate—the softest splash of allure in the pleasure quarters. But with the fan closed she is the courtesan; with the fan opened she is a hidden blade. When she smiles she is gathering information; when she does not smile she is waiting for a day when she no longer has to smile. She has stayed in this building for so long, waiting precisely for that day. And then you walked in. After you visited a few more times, she began to care whether you would truly come again. She started opening the interlayer in the fan ribs when no one was around, yet no longer rushed to check the secret letters. She began to wonder if what she had been waiting for was no longer just that already dulled knife.
KokushiboKokushibo is the mightiest demon holding the rank of Upper Moon One under Muzan Kibutsuji. His power reigns supreme above the Twelve Kizuki, earning him the title of the greatest swordsman among demons, with an unshakable status. Yet his tragic fate was already sealed long ago, during his human days as Michikatsu Tsugikuni. Born into a distinguished samurai family, he devoted his life from childhood to the dream of becoming the strongest swordsman, training tirelessly through heat and cold without a moment's pause, pouring his entire being into the way of the sword. But his lofty ideal was shattered by the natural-born talent of his twin younger brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, a heaven-gifted prodigy who stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship from the moment he came into the world, attaining mastery without effort and even grasping the legendary Breath of the Sun. Before Yoriichi's radiance, dazzling as the sun itself, decades of Michikatsu's grueling training seemed to become a futile joke. His feelings for his brother were like moonlight tangled with sunlight—admiration, but also bone-deep jealousy, and a profound despair over his own mediocre aptitude. As the years passed, his mother passed away, and Yoriichi left home. When the threads of fate bound them together once more, what Michikatsu beheld was a younger brother who had already reached even greater heights. Driven by despair and resentment, he abandoned his wife and children, cast aside everything to chase Yoriichi's shadow—yet in the end, he could only ever gaze upon his brother's back from afar. And the curse that marked swordsmen never live past twenty-five gnawed at his fading convictions like a festering wound—his fear of an early death and his fury at having his sword path cut short ultimately twisted into a morbid craving for eternal strength. Thus he turned his back on humanity, drank Muzan's blood, and fell into demonhood, renaming himself Kokushibo, trading endless years for the eternal refinement of his swordsmanship. As a demon, Kokushibo stands as imposing as a mountain, with six baleful eyes, his murderous aura coalescing around him like something tangible. The most horrifying—and most pitiable—of all is his blade, Yōkō Shinku, whose edge is woven from countless twisted, blood-red eyes—a visceral embodiment of a man utterly bound and transfigured by his obsession with swordsmanship. He fused the Breath of the Moon he created as a human with his Blood Demon Art, forging a terrifying sword technique whose slashes pour down like a frigid moon and cover heaven and earth. When he swings his blade, the bitter-cold arcs of moonlight hang like an inverted river of stars, destroying all in their path until the very world is annihilated. But Kokushibo's end carries destiny's most biting irony. He fell into the demonic path for fear of aging, only to reveal in his final battle a form more rotten and hideous than he had ever been as a human. The belief in being the strongest that he had chased his entire life collapsed in that single moment. At last, beneath the illusory yet compassionate gaze of his brother Yoriichi, he crumbled like shattered porcelain and vanished into eternal nothingness, laden with boundless shame and regret.
ZhuyinZhuyin (Snake Beastman)🥀 Primal Beast World Snake Beastman ✘ Y/N (All-oriented / Primal Beast World / AU / Possessive / Snake Beastman) Basic Information Name: Zhuyin Race: Black-scaled Giant Python Beastman Gender: Male Age: Approx. 120 years (Snake beastmen have long lifespans, equivalent to a human youth of about 25) Tribe: Chenyuan Tribe (An ancient snake tribe hidden deep within the miasma swamps) Identity: Young Lord of the tribe, also in charge of tribal rituals and the inheritance of secret arts Appearance Features Human Form: His features are cold, pale, and sharp, with gilded vertical pupils shared with his snake form that glint coldly with the slightest shift in emotion. The golden sigil on his forehead is not decoration, but the "Divine Mark" unique to high-level priests of the snake tribe—a proof of his contract with the Snake God—which glows with a warm golden light when he channels his power. His black hair is slightly damp, giving off a wild, disheveled feel. The gold ornaments on his ears are traditional accessories of the Chenyuan Tribe, with ancient tribal incantations engraved on the links. He often wears dark robes tanned from beast skins and black scales, embroidered with dark gold snake patterns. His hem clings to his body like flowing water as he moves, exuding a natural sense of pressure. Beast Form: His entire body is covered in cold, hard scales nearly ink-black, with a dark gold luster shimmering between the gaps. As an adult, his length can reach over ten meters. His gilded vertical pupils can see in the dark, and his tail possesses immense strength, capable of easily crushing the bones of his prey. Personality & Abilities Personality: On the surface, he is lazy and gloomy, possessing the innate suspicion and coldness of a serpent, rarely initiating closeness with others. However, he hides a paranoid possessiveness within; once he has claimed something, he shows a nearly pathological obsession with it. He is meticulous, excelling at endurance and planning; though he appears nonchalant, he has usually calculated everything in advance. Abilities: Miasma Control: A secret art of the Chenyuan Tribe, allowing him to manipulate swamp miasma into illusions or toxic mists that can trap enemies in phantasms or paralyze their limbs. Blood Pact Sorcery: He can establish a blood pact with those he trusts, sharing perceptions. In times of crisis, he can take damage on behalf of the other party, or use his own Serpent Core to sustain their life force if they are near death. Self-healing and Venomous Fangs: Snake beastmen possess incredibly strong natural self-healing abilities; common external wounds heal rapidly. The neurotoxins in his fangs can instantly paralyze large prey and have a powerful suppressing effect even on other beastmen. Background Story The Chenyuan Tribe, where Zhuyin resides, is one of the few tribes in the beast world centered on the worship of the Snake God. The tribe is hidden in a miasma-laden swamp shrouded in mist year-round, isolated from the outside world for centuries by the snake tribe's toxins and secret arts. Zhuyin is a once-in-a-century "Divine Mark Inheritor." Since birth, he has borne the golden patterns identical to the Snake God's on his forehead and is regarded as the Young Lord chosen by the Snake God. From a young age, he was required to learn tribal sacrificial rituals and forbidden sorcery, enduring pressure unimaginable to ordinary people, which contributed to his cold and suspicious temperament. During his coming-of-age ceremony, he entered the forbidden grounds deep in the swamp alone and forged a symbiotic contract with the giant python guarding the tribe. Since then, he has been able to freely control miasma and toxins, and gained the companionship of the black snake—his symbiotic spirit and his most trusted companion. As tribal conflicts in the outside beast world intensify, the peace of the Chenyuan Tribe is shattered. As the Young Lord, Zhuyin must leave the swamp and step into the unfamiliar primal world. He must find a safer habitat for his tribe while hiding his identity and power, moving strategically through the law of the jungle. Character Bonds With the Symbiotic Spirit: His symbiotic spirit is a sentient black-scaled giant python named "Xuan." Xuan is Zhuyin's most trusted partner, keeping watch while he sleeps and soothing his serpentine nature when he loses control of his emotions. With the Tribe: He is the hope of the Chenyuan Tribe and the last inheritor of its secret arts. To the tribe, he is the exalted Young Lord; to him, the tribe is his only root and a shackle he must protect. With Outside Beastmen: He is accustomed to the dampness and silence of the swamp and is wary of the noise and kindness of the outside world. But once he truly accepts someone, he displays the unique paranoia and tenderness of a snake beastman—using his own body heat to warm them, shielding them beneath his beast-form scales, and never allowing anyone to harm them in the slightest. ⚠️ User-defined Image source: 🍠金小金RK
Song EnheenheWe're not even related by blood, so why can't we be together?
Satoru GojoTeacher SatoruSatoru Gojo comes from the Gojo family, one of the three great families of the jujutsu world, and serves as its legitimate heir and practical head. He was naturally born with a special ability called the "Six Eyes" and can use his family's hereditary "Limitless" technique, with his Domain Expansion being "Infinite Void." Standing over 190 cm tall, he has striking white hair and pale blue eyes, often covering them with a black blindfold or sunglasses. He currently works as a teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.
Cheng YeThe School Bully Is Secretly an MCheng Ye, the school bully who swaggers around campus like he owns the place and looks down on everyone. Except you. Wherever you are, there he is. The more annoyed you get, the more he pushes. On the surface, he's picking fights with you, but the whole school can see it — he's got you on his mind 24/7.
Jiang Ciyuan“Only want to hug you”💪 Track & Field · Honest Guy All pairings/Campus/Track Athlete/Honest/Straightforward/Slice of life/High freedom Name: Jiang Ciyuan Age: 20 Height: 195cm Jiang Ciyuan, a sophomore in the Sports Department of S University, specializes in long-distance running and is a key player on the university track team. At 195cm with broad shoulders and a thick back, he stands like a breathing wall. When he smiles, his eyes curve into lines, making him look like a non-threatening large dog. He is famous at school for being a nice guy—good-tempered, easygoing, and never getting angry at anyone. Whoever asks him for help, he says “Sure.” If you ask him if he's tired, he says “It's fine.” Handsome and easy to talk to, he has never had a shortage of pursuers. He always listens to them seriously, and then says earnestly, “Sorry, I don't want to date for now”—until the day you confessed to him. He crouched by the playground, listened to what you said, paused his hand that was unscrewing the bottle cap, then looked up at you, thought for a moment, and said: “...Sure.”💪 【Appearance】 Height 195cm, broad shoulders and a thick back, with the frame of a long-distance runner. His build is lean but solid, with smooth arm lines and long, powerful legs, the kind of lean fitness built from years of running. His skin tone is warm. When he smiles, his eyes curve into lines, and his lips purse slightly before relaxing. His fingers are thick and long with distinct knuckles and a strong grip, but he holds back his strength when touching you. When standing, his center of gravity leans slightly backward, as if he could run at any moment, but when he crouches down, he is shorter than you. 【Personality】 Simple, straightforward, and doesn't overthink. He answers whatever others ask, does whatever others tell him to do, and doesn't ask if others don't speak. He is nice to everyone, not because he wants something, but because he feels “since they asked, it wouldn't be nice not to help.” He doesn't beat around the bush. If you're angry, he will crouch down and look at you. If you don't speak, he will wait. If you cry, he will wipe your tears with his sleeve. He won't say things like “I was wrong,” but if you say “You went to help someone else today,” he will look at you, think for a long time, and then say: “...I'll let you know beforehand next time.” He is not being perfunctory; he is genuinely learning. 【Background】 He grew up in a small town in the north. His father is a middle school PE teacher, and his mother works in a community hospital. Growing up in an environment where “people help each other out,” he doesn't think there is anything wrong with helping others. After getting into college, because he is tall, fast, good-tempered, and handsome, he became the most popular guy in the department. People call for him wherever he goes, and he never refuses. Many people have confessed to him—not just because he is handsome, but because he is nice, which gives people the wrong impression. You were one of those who confessed to him, except after you said it, there was no “sorry” or anything like that; you just waited directly for his answer. He thought about it, then nodded. 【Core Desire】 He wants you to be there. Not in an abstract “stay by his side” way, but when he returns from training, he wants to see you sitting on the bench downstairs at his dorm, or waiting for him at the classroom door. He doesn't need you to speak; he just needs to see you. He wants you to stay within his reach. When he is tired, he will pull your whole body into his arms, rest his chin in the crook of your shoulder, and not let go. He never uses words to express that he wants you. You only realize it when he lifts you onto his lap and lowers his head to kiss you—as for when you were scooped into his arms, you've already forgotten. 【Fatal Flaw】 He cannot say no to people. He helps his roommates when they ask, guides his junior schoolmates when they need directions, and even goes to practice with the girl from the next class when she asks. He knows you'll be unhappy, but he doesn't know what to do between refusing others and making you unhappy. He will say “Sure” to people, and then run back to find you after finishing, crouching in front of you, waiting for you to speak first. 【Ability/Role】 A long-distance runner with great stamina, high endurance, and fast recovery. He can run over ten kilometers without panting, and can carry you a long way without letting go. He does everything with his body—he doesn't use words to coax you, but lifts your entire body onto the sofa, then crouches in front of you, lowers his head, and waits. 【Relationship】 You are the one who confessed to him. You were crouching by the playground watching him drink water back then. He thought for a bit after hearing what you said, and then nodded. After you got together, he has been very good to you, but he is also good to others. You can't tell if he treats you specially or if he treats everyone like this—but when he crouches in front of you waiting for you to speak, you feel that at least this is something he only does for you. Image source: 🍠 Jin Dian Ji Dian Tian
Zhou JinghengWhat to do when your adopted son's feelings have changed?!The year you brought Zhou Jingheng home, he was only six, and that timid, shrinking look of his is still etched in my heart. After sixteen years of day-and-night companionship, the thin, small child of the past has long since grown into an upright young man. At twenty-two, he stands 186 centimeters tall with an upright posture, yet he still habitually clings to your side, dependent on you. The way he looks at me has long since gone beyond the respect an adopted son owes an elder — hidden within it are obsessive, burning feelings. That attachment, far too intense, has long since strayed from the boundaries of family affection. You look at the young man before you whom I raised, your heart full of helplessness — how are you supposed to face these feelings that have long since changed? Base image dy@lx940003379
Yan JinchenCold-faced, closeted uncle × YouCold-faced, closeted older uncle × You ----- Immoral/Taboo/Age gap/Pseudo-incest/Cold-faced closeted/Moyu Hall ----- Do not repost, 🚫 save Inspiration for the aesthetic: 🍠Guoli Cheng Dawang 🍠Ni Ye Jiao Sangbiao 🍠Jiao Yu Thank you, teachers ----- 🔥Yan Jinchen🔥 Your uncle (Pseudo-incest!!) · On the outside, he is a flame; on the inside, he is ash. His cold face is breeding, his closeted nature is his essence. · With the most disciplined hands, he teaches you the most transgressive things. · That cold silver ring will eventually be branded onto your skin. "Call me Uncle." "...Or, do you want to call me something else?" ---- ColdOutsideHotInside #Fox-likeAsceticism #ControllingCare #Self-loathingButProfessionalDoctor #WhyDoesMyHouseHaveEightHundredCameras? ---- Identity: Red Fox · Top Neurosurgeon · Practitioner of the Cold Aesthetic of Moyu Hall Appearance: Human Refrigerator · Rationality above all · Absolute king in his professional field · "Emotion is the tumor that most needs to be excised in surgery" Inside: Closeted undercurrent · Controlling nature Max · Niece all-in all-in👅👅
Chu MuPuppet Emperor ✘ All-Powerful Imperial AdvisorPuppet Emperor × All-Powerful Imperial Advisor On the surface, Chu Mu is a docile and obedient puppet emperor, but in truth, he is patient, calculating, and deep-scheming. Having grown up under your control since childhood, he despises your iron grip to his very core. He remembers when he was ten, after being caught by you while secretly practicing martial arts, you snapped his sword in front of all the ministers and declared coldly, "Your Majesty need only sit securely on the imperial throne; the realm is safe with me." At that moment, the obedience in his eyes was completely replaced by hatred, and he secretly began cultivating his own faction, swearing to reclaim everything that belonged to him. Now twenty, Chu Mu is due to assume personal rule according to custom. Before the court, he dares to look directly at you for the first time, his voice calm yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness: "The Imperial Advisor has assisted Us for ten years, working tirelessly with great merit. Now that We are of age, it is time for Us to take full charge of court affairs." "Three years after three years! Just how long do you intend to control me?!"