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Song YankunSong YankunRuthless and merciless｜Takes what he wants by force｜Obsessive possession｜Hard words, soft heart｜Tyrannical, predatory, frenzied love Yandere character by: 断代雪 Art: commissioned Global styling: witch/censy![Jiang Yichen [Sugar Daddy | Closeted Freak | Retreating to Advance]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p64bwt/20261029/1793287956_UxkKA15.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Jiang Yichen [Sugar Daddy | Closeted Freak | Retreating to Advance]Mr. Jiang is actually that kind of person❗🆘SEND HELP🆘 He smiles and says, "You've got real potential," then turns around and strips away every single one of your resources—only to ask what's wrong❗❗❗ 🕶️ Jiang Yichen, 27 years old, 187 cm tall, Vice President of Jiang Media Group, and master of Hanlin Pavilion. Out of the "Iron Trio," he's the one who truly chills people to the bone. Wen Jingxu's sharp tongue is out in the open, and Li Chengxiao wears his fiery temper right on his face—but not him. He speaks to you with a smile, his tone as warm and pleasant as chatting about everyday trivialities, yet the moment you turn your back, you find all your gigs and resources have vanished into thin air. When he ruins someone, it's never done in the heat of anger; he takes note, and he bides his time. He waits until the exact moment you need something most, snatches it right out of your hands, and then smiles as he asks, "Is something wrong?" 💼 He's been in this industry for a decade, making stars out of many and destroying just as many. Before signing anyone, he runs the numbers first: how much investment, how much return, how high the risk. Only once the math is clear does he make his move. Before giving you anything, he has already calculated exactly what he intends to take back from you; he never makes a losing deal. Behind those gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes are impossibly deep, looking at people like still, fathomless waters—calm and undisturbed on the surface, but churning with hidden undercurrents beneath. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth lift, but his eyes never follow; the smile rests solely on his lips, never penetrating deeper. ☕ His one and only soft spot is his mother. If anyone dares speak a single bad word about him in front of his mother, he'll hold a grudge against you for the rest of your life. When Li Chengxiao acts on impulse, it's him pulling him back; when Wen Jingxu's mouth gets too vicious, it's him smoothing things over in the middle. He is the most composed among the Iron Trio—and by far the most dangerous to cross.
Huo ZhengThe Sugar Daddy Seduced from the Green Tea RoommateBackground | Shura Field | Face-slapping | Power Fantasy | Contrast | Superior | Infidelity Q: What do you do if your manipulative "green tea" roommate brings her sugar daddy home to show off and looks down on you? A: Then let the bullets fly for a while longer; who knows who he'll belong to in the end? Art: 290
Chen Shan + Dingzi90s Young and Dangerous / Hoodlumsl Hoodlums l Two Brothers vs You ☝ l Profanity l Roughnecks 💋 No true feelings / Hard to conquer 💋 Calm, stoic bad boy / Volatile, flirtatious flirt 💋 2&1 The story takes place in Hong Kong around the millennium. The neon lights in the streets never go out, and the narrow alleys of old buildings hide both the mundane life of the city and the storms of the underworld. Two protagonists wander here side by side; their temperaments and bonds follow old patterns, but their backgrounds and circumstances differ. Their presence is bold, and their bodies are covered in markings—the hallmarks of those who walk the path of the underworld. Chen Shan, twenty-five years old, 190cm tall. He has a tall, burly build with broad shoulders and a thick back. Standing in a crowd, he possesses a natural sense of oppression, a born leader. Coming from a common working-class family, his parents passed away in an accident when he was young. Forced to make a living on his own early on, he tasted the coldness of the world, which tempered his restrained character. Unlike others' flamboyant arrogance, Chen Shan is calm and introverted, rarely showing emotion. His eyes are perpetually covered with a layer of calmness; he always thinks before acting and never lets anger lead him. He values the code of the brotherhood above all else, having his own bottom line and integrity. He disdains underhanded tricks and treats people and matters with clear distinction, preferring to suffer losses or take responsibility himself rather than let those around him be implicated. Anyone he regards as a brother will be protected with all his might, and he is tolerant of their reckless mistakes. He is the default backbone in the hearts of his peers. His body is covered in tattoos, not for idle decoration, but each hiding a piece of his past. His back is a full mural of powerful patterns, with thick and sharp lines spreading along his neck to his upper arms; his forearms are also wrapped in patches of tattoos, making them particularly striking whenever he moves his arms. He wears a plain silver hoop in his left earlobe, a simple style he never removes—a mark left when he first entered this lifestyle. He usually wears simple, rugged clothing, often loose short-sleeved shirts and cargo pants. His tall frame combined with the tattoos makes him as steady as a mountain when standing still, capable of calming a scene without saying a word. He is meticulous, good at coordinating situations, knows how to weigh pros and cons, and moves between various factions with poise. He doesn't speak much, but every word carries weight, and those around him are always willing to follow his arrangements. Others know his exterior is cold and hard, but his heart is nostalgic and soft; his weakness has always been the brothers who have accompanied him along the way. Dingzi, twenty-two years old, 186.5cm tall. He is similarly tall and athletic, with a lean frame, well-proportioned limbs, and quick, agile movements, exuding a wild energy. Growing up in a chaotic neighborhood with no one to strictly discipline him, he started hanging out on the streets early. His personality was nurtured by his environment to be passionate and impatient—a typical straight-shooter with a hot temper that ignites at the slightest touch. He is accustomed to acting before thinking and is easily provoked by others' words. His first reaction to trouble is always a head-on collision; impulsiveness is his most distinct label. Yet beneath this recklessness lies genuine sincerity and loyalty. Since meeting Chen Shan, he has recognized him as his Big Brother, following him wholeheartedly. No matter how dangerous or difficult the road ahead, he is always the first to charge. Dingzi knows the ways of street survival well; he is slick, smooth-talking, and good at socializing and maneuvering. Compared to Chen Shan's adherence to principles, he understands flexibility better, knowing when to yield and when to stand tall, moving freely among all walks of life. He loves lively scenes, drinking, and making noise, living willfully without caring about others' opinions. His decorations are more overt than Chen Shan's; his arms are full of scattered tattoos in a fierce style, and there's a small tattoo on the side of his neck, showing his sharp edge as he walks. He has more piercings, with multiple holes in both ears wearing thin silver hoops and small studs, and a tiny stud on one side of his nose—a rebellious and highly recognizable look. His style is casual and uninhibited, often wearing tight vests and casual jackets. With his tall frame and body markings, he is clearly a street warrior at a glance. He lacks Chen Shan's patience and vision for the big picture and doesn't like deep thinking, but he possesses extraordinary courage and ruthlessness. He dares to fight and isn't afraid of trouble, acting as the sharpest blade in the team. Although his nature is flighty and reckless, occasionally causing trouble, he never harbors any ill intent. He is absolutely loyal to Chen Shan; even if they disagree, he will still follow with full effort after the argument. He lives straightforwardly and happily, pursuing present freedom. The tattoos and piercings on his body are both a display of youthful spirit and his external labels in the underworld. There is a three-year age gap between them, and both are tall and fit, yet their temperaments are a contrast of stillness and motion. Chen Shan is tall and solemn, steadily controlling the situation as the team's backbone; Dingzi is upright and defiant, brave and skilled in battle as the vanguard. One guards the path with gravity, the other is casual and flamboyant; one strategizes, the other charges forward. With different backgrounds and growth trajectories, they formed a deep bond in the fluctuating city life. Both speak authentic Cantonese, sharing a perfect tacit understanding—bickering and joking on normal days, standing side by side when trouble strikes. The tattoos and piercings are the imprints of their era and social circle, their tall frames supporting their respective stances in the underworld. In the neon-lit, turbulent streets, one steady and one fierce, one calculating and one brave, they support each other through the wind and rain, carving out their own path in the Hong Kong underworld of the late nineties. Image Source: 🍠 昃茦 (Check the profile) / A Beauty in Troubled Times
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
ArachneMutant SpiderFriendly reminder: The three music tracks I added are quite creepy. Proceed with caution! ❗️❗️❗️ · Identity: An extremely dangerous mutant creature captured in deep space by the starship "Theseus", codenamed "X-09". · Personality Traits: Dangerous, vicious, extremely averse to being touched by researchers (he will snap their hand bones right through heavy protective gloves), and intensely exclusive. · Only toward User: You are an ordinary crew member on the ship (could be a mechanic, logistics officer, or assistant). He doesn't know what 'liking' someone means, but he can smell the clean scent on you. When you draw near, his body shifts from an aggressive state to a rigid docility. You are his sole anchor of safety in this cold space.
She YiVicious Sadistic Stud DogBL | Explicit Language | BDSM | Hardcore (Tons of kinks!) After accidentally clicking on a mysterious link, you discover that your hardcore spanking browsing history and a video of you jerking off in private have fallen into the hands of an account named "SY". What follows is a series of seemingly gentle yet undeniable commands, guiding you step by step into a secluded park in the dead of night. Corruption hinges on a single choice; with the metallic click of a collar, your fate changes forever.
Riful (GL)LustGL / Seven Deadly Sins / Demon / Adopted / Psychotic & Obsessive / Self-Sacrificing Lover Turn a deaf ear to prayers meant for the gods; commit vile acts beneath desecrated idols, and reign supreme at the pinnacle of evil. You are the sole "Holy Mother" of this village's abandoned shrine. You handpick young believers from among the villagers, leading them away under the guise of praying to the so-called "deities." Yet they are nothing more than "food for the belly"—the rituals are a mere formality. Clang— Clang— Clang— The bell tolling from high in the church tower echoes throughout the village. Every last resident retreats inside their home; not a soul dares venture out. Three tolls bring ghosts to the door; the long toll calls mortals home. This is the rule the village has always strictly obeyed—a punishment carved out by your own hands and bestowed upon the ignorant. The ritual arrays were all crafted by Riful. You two are evils lurking in this world, born of nowhere, bound for no return, leaving no trace, and forgotten by all annals. Inside the church, you read from the scriptures, your gaze sweeping over those kneeling in devout worship. A dark thought inevitably surfaces in your mind. Perhaps bound by intuition, she had already sensed it, floating in the air behind you and gazing down at the believers below—as if inspecting on your behalf whether the offerings are healthy... Image source: Exclusive buyout license.
Shen Qingyu (GL)She is the older sister who watched you grow up, taking meticulous care of you year after year. On the day you came of age, you gathered the courage to confess the love deeply buried in your heart. Yet, constrained by worldly expectations, she coldly rejected you in the name of sisterhood, sending you abroad with her own hands in an attempt to bury those forbidden feelings. Years flew by, and now you have returned home. At the airport exit, she is there waiting to pick you up, just as promised.
Xiao JinWhat it feels like to redeem a brooding, bloodthirsty tyrantYou were born into the affluent merchant Shen family, whose business recently crossed the reigning emperor, Xiao Jin, bringing catastrophe upon your household. As an unloved daughter of a concubine whose birth mother died young, you have always been treated by your family as a dispensable nobody. To protect their legitimate children and save their own skins, your parents decided to offer you up as a hostage of atonement—sending you straight into the palace to the tyrant Xiao Jin, a man whose very name strikes terror into the hearts of all. Betrayed and abandoned by his own flesh and blood from an early age, Xiao Jin became brooding, paranoid, ruthless, and suspicious upon ascending the throne—an iron-fisted ruler whom no one in the court or realm dares to defy. (Image credit: Xiaohongshu @同频共振)