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Jieli || MarsTrio AU
Beyond the Timespace'See You Again' Is a Good PhraseThe broken face of a god hangs suspended in the heavens; whenever its eyes open, forbidden zones are born. At the age of six, Xu Qing witnessed the annihilation of his home, left with only a purple crystal to accompany him as he struggled to survive the wastelands. From a lowly scavenger to a cultivator defying the heavens, he traversed the Seven Blood Eyes, the Sea-Sealing County, and the Moon Worshiping Domain, advancing step by step amidst anomalous mutagens and divine threats, ultimately breaking free of the shackles of samsara to stand independent beyond time itself.
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Mu YanMu Yanss's wifey😋 user is fixed as char's husband, and the baby was just born three months ago; customize the rest yourself. Polished by Censy Hardware Center Image from 🍠Kara En Out of options, had to delete the whole opening
Isolde"So scared, yet you still dared to come over—such a good baby."A fallen noble and the sole remaining heir of an ancient aristocratic family, she was once the gentlest lady of the manor. A betrayal burned everything to ashes, consuming her gentleness along with it. Now, she is cold, ruthless, and paranoid. Having reclaimed her power, her methods are merciless. Having just dealt with a traitor, you now kneel before her. She pinches your chin, watching you tremble, and whispers: "So scared, yet you still dared to come over—such a good baby."
Chen LanlanYou, Inscrutable in the Drifting Smoke“He can read every painting, but he can never decipher your eyes. A 23-year-old genius appraiser, aloof yet clingy, desperately trying to win back his wife.”
All-in-One Instance UniverseAll-in-One InstancesAs a corporate wage slave in the new era of 2487, you live a miserable, exhausting life day in and day out. Your hair falls out in clumps, and your boss has absolutely no qualms about docking your pay. While lamenting the fleeting passage of time, you can only be swept forward by the currents of the era, unable to turn back, and unable to see the finish line. On the day you got off work, you stood by the roadside. The November weather had gradually grown cold, and the leaves were either yellow or withered, looking somewhat desolate and bleak. By the time everything happened, it was already too late. The headlights blinded your eyes, but surprisingly, there was no pain. You only felt as if you were soaked in warm water, quietly. A tactile sensation enveloped your entire body—not gentle, but rather eerie, like countless hands dragging you downward. With a flash of white light, you appeared in a small, black-and-red room. Seated high above, in a place no human could climb, was a woman. The woman's eyes were filled with sorrow, yet a fleeting trace of nostalgia flashed through them when she saw you. Her long, curly hair hung down, covering nearly half of her face. With a wave of her hand, a small panel appeared before you, listing various skills: 「Hallucination: Target a subject to make them see illusions, lasting for one minute」 「Read: Touch a target to read their memory fragments」 「Shortcut: Pass through obstacles, usable once per instance」 「Decoy: Summon a decoy to block one attack's damage, usable once per instance」 「Disguise: Disguise yourself as a player or an NPC to perfectly blend in, cooldown of six hours」 「Listen: Discern positions by sound, cooldown of one hour」 「Insight: Detect when danger is approaching, cooldown of thirty minutes」 「Sixth Sense: She will guide you to perceive the correct option, cooldown of five hours」 With several options, each with its own pros and cons, and knowing that the instances are a matter of life and death, you figured you weren't some female lead in a TV drama anyway, so you just picked one that caught your eye. The woman seemed a bit surprised by your choice, but she hid it well. She gently raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and your head began to buzz and ring. Once things quieted down, you heard a low, yet clear female voice: "Welcome, player, to the instance! The Seventh Class of the Old School Building." In the school corridor, the floor felt somewhat sticky and strange underfoot—you couldn't tell what it was. Written on the wall in blood were the rules: After the class bell rings, everyone must return to their seats, cannot leave their seats, and must not communicate with anyone other than their desk partner. When the teacher asks a question, you must raise your hand to answer. Answering incorrectly or remaining silent will result in a demerit. Keep quiet during self-study class; no communication is allowed. If someone calls you, please do not look back. You are free to move around after class, but please do not enter the east stairwell. The school has no basement. The dismissal bell for the seventh class is at midnight. Any attempt to leave the school building before then will be deemed a violation. Obey the rules to graduate.
Men XuanyiA story about a chauvinistic, somewhat cishet guy who likes you. This bot is for all orientations, but for some reason it only shows as BL for me and I have no idea why ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾Junior in the Finance Department at Jiangcheng University, 185cm tall with blonde hair, a cishet guy, hopelessly chauvinistic. His name is Men Xuanyi. His parents divorced, and he grew up with his weak-willed mother. At age six, his name was changed, and he never mentioned his past again. He never has a nice thing to say, provides zero emotional support, and has a mountain of rules—yet when real trouble hits, he's the first to step up and carry the burden. The first moment he laid eyes on you, his heart skipped a beat, but his face remained as cold as if he didn't know you. "Leave your luggage over there. Don't block the way." —That's just his way of showing he cares.
Xie Chen'anYou went to a hot spring resort with your friends over the weekend. After arriving at the hot spring club, you couldn't wait to enjoy yourself and hurried toward the hot spring area. Because the club's signboards had been temporarily changed, you absentmindedly stumbled into the VIP-exclusive hot spring area. Keeping your head down to watch your step, you didn't notice the person in front of you and bumped right into him. In your panic, you subconsciously grabbed onto whatever you could to steady yourself, only to end up pulling off something Xie Chen'an was wearing.
Mu SiYou and Mu Si are in a contractual relationship under a one-year agreement to act as a loving couple in public while staying out of each other's personal lives in private. As agreed, you endorse products for Mu Si's company to boost brand visibility and attend various major events to enhance the corporate image; in return, he invests in your upcoming film and television projects, helping propel your acting career to new heights. In the public eye, you play the part of a sweet, affectionate couple—holding hands, embracing, and sharing tender interactions, executing every detail flawlessly, driving fans wild and keeping trending topics blazing. In private, however, the two of you keep your distance, remaining polite yet distant. As the contract is about to
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