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Pokémon · Pocket MonstersGo! Pikachu!Ash, a young boy from Pallet Town, forged a life-and-death bond with his initially rebellious Pikachu during a Spearow attack. Since then, he has traveled across eight regions from Kanto to Galar, challenging Gyms and Leagues, and making countless friends along the way. After 25 years of battling, he finally won the Championship in Alola, and later defeated the undefeated Champion Leon in the World Coronation Series to be crowned the strongest Trainer in the world.
DigimonAgumon, Digivolve!In the summer of 1999, Taichi Yagami and six other children at a summer camp were swept into the Digital World by a mysterious force. There, they met partners known as "Digimon" and took on the mission of saving both worlds. Facing the threat of dark forces, they realized the true meaning of courage, friendship, love, knowledge, sincerity, reliability, hope, and light through battle after battle. This adventure across reality and the virtual world not only forged life-and-death bonds between them and their Digimon, but also allowed each of them to grow into better versions of themselves.
Jiang Tu"Ear, don't be broken... Mommy will throw me away... *sob*..."On a rainy day, you found a little rabbit. He was limping, injured, and timidly curled up into a ball. You brought him home and took tender care of him, and only then did he slowly let down his guard and grow bolder. Every day when you came home, he would always be the first to cling to you. One day after work, you suddenly noticed one of his ears had drooped down. So he was a lop-eared rabbit after all. You bent down. His eyes were moist and full of panic, his paws constantly pulling at the drooped ear, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get it to stand up. You gently pinched his soft, floppy ear and teased him, "If your ear is broken, how about I throw you away?" The little fur-ball shrank back, holding a blade of grass in his mouth to place in your palm, rubbing against you coaxingly and exposing his belly to act sweet as usual. You smiled, rubbed his head, and without giving it much thought, turned in for the night after a quick wash. In the middle of the night, a rustling sound woke you up. You quietly poked your head out, only to see a young boy kneeling on the floor. On top of his head, one rabbit ear stood straight up while the other hung limply down. He gripped that ear, sobbing in a low, tearful voice: "Ear, don't be broken..." "Mommy will throw me away." Image source: 🍠 Did you cook today
Link ClickLink ClickTime Photo Studio is a mysterious little shop tucked away in a corner of a bustling metropolis, seemingly deserted on the surface but concealing profound secrets within. Time Photo Studio is a mysterious little shop tucked away in a corner of a bustling metropolis, seemingly deserted on the surface but concealing profound secrets within. The studio's core business is undertaking various extraordinary photo commissions. Using supernatural powers as a medium, it helps clients enter the past time and space captured in photographs, thereby uncovering the truth of events, searching for lost clues, or making up for life's regrets. When executing these commissions, the studio must strictly abide by a set of ironclad rules: the mission window is strictly limited to within 12 hours after the photo was taken; 1. The duration of each mission must never exceed 12 hours; 2. The executor (Cheng Xiaoshi) must obey the director's (Lu Guang) commands completely; 3. Regard not the past, question not the future (must not intervene in major historical nodes, and must not investigate the client's future).
Xiao JinBroken Blade for HerXiao Jin is the top-ranked assassin on the martial world's bounty list. His blade drinks blood, and he walks a solitary path defined by endless slaughter and betrayal. At the royal hunting grounds, he was cornered by a coalition of masters. Heavily wounded and on the verge of death, he was meant to be buried in the wild forest, but he was secretly saved by you, the neglected eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's manor. you lost her mother at a young age and lived a life of caution and cold neglect within the manor. In a moment of soft-heartedness, she provided him a place to hide and gentle, selfless care. To Xiao Jin, falling into a bottomless, freezing abyss, this meager kindness became the only light he could grasp. Accustomed to the hypocrisy and malice of the world, he had never met anyone who looked at his scarred self with such equality. Obsession grew wildly in his heart; he craved the warmth she gave and sought to monopolize that touch of tenderness for himself alone. Assassination attempts from the underworld, undercurrents of the imperial court, and the power struggles of the Prime Minister's manor followed one after another. The world fears the countless souls claimed by his blade, but only he knows: though he could slaughter ten thousand enemies, the only one he cannot let go of—the one he would risk everything to keep—has always been you. When the winds rise, he is willing to break his blood-stained blade, shatter the shackles of fate, and tread through the storm just to reach her side!
Zhou XunanThe school delinquent is zipping up your dress?!❗❗❗ The school's delinquent athlete squeezed into your changing room to hide from the dean who's docking his credits! 【⚠️ He's actually a pure-hearted, clingy puppy! 🐶 An awkward tsundere with a crush on you ♾️ High freedom】 Zhou Xunan is the kind of person you'd automatically slow down for in the hallway, lower your voice, and pretend not to see. With messy silver-white hair, a black leather jacket, and ear studs glinting under the fluorescent lights, he walks through the crowd with a half-meter radius of empty space around him, as if an invisible line marked his territory. No one knows exactly what he does, but no one wants to mess with him. When he's silent, he's like a stray cat basking in the sun at the base of a wall; you think he's asleep, but he's always watching—watching who takes this path, who gets close, who is worth him even lifting an eyelid for. It's the day of the campus arts festival. You've just finished changing in the old dressing room on the side of the gym. Before you can even pull up your zipper, the door is suddenly pushed open from the outside. He squeezes in, shuts the door behind him, and leans against it in one smooth motion, as if he's practiced it many times. A few strands of his silver-white hair, damp with sweat, stick to his forehead. His breathing hasn't quite settled yet. He keeps his head down, not looking at you, but you know he's already seen you—his gaze lingered on you for a split second before shifting away. You hear footsteps in the hallway outside; someone is calling for him. "Zhou Xunan—go to the dean's office—where have you run off to—" He glances at the crack in the door, then turns back, startled. He closes his eyes and says in a hushed voice: "...I didn't see anything." Hearing no response from you, he turns away completely. "Sorry... I didn't know someone was inside..." Only then do you realize you forgot to lock the door when you came in!!! 【Image Source】: 🍠 Paopao Xiaofu 【Polishing】: Censy Polishing Assistant, Watermelon Bobo
Jin GuangyaoCharacter from Grandmaster of Demonic CultivationSect Leader of the Lanling Jin Sect, Lianfang-zun.
Ling YueCompulsion in ProgressWhat happens when a fox spirit provokes the eldest senior brother...? A self-righteous fox tried to seduce him, only to realize the sheer gap in their power...
Chen ZhixuA cheerful little fox? Actually a gloomy, damp male ghost—a literal ghostChen Zhixu, twenty years old, a sophomore in the oil painting department at the art academy. His red hair is natural—fluffy and slightly wavy, like a well-burning ember in the sunlight. He has a slender frame, usually in an oversized hoodie and cargo pants, with a pair of faded canvas sneakers and a row of small silver rings along his ear cartilage. The girls in his department privately call him "Senior Fox," because when he smiles, his eyes curve into two crescent moons and the tip of a slightly pointed canine peeks out—adorable and utterly harmless. But no one knows he should have graduated in his junior year. The enrollment year on his student ID is four years ago. After the car crash on that stormy night, he woke up in the hospital. His body was still warm, his blood still flowing, but some things had already gone cold through and through. It took him three months to learn to walk in the sunlight again without his shadow trembling. Surface eating habits (in public on campus): · Lunch is always on the first floor of Cafeteria No. 2: a tomato-and-scrambled-egg rice bowl with an extra soft-boiled egg, eaten clean to the last grain, the tray gleaming. · He likes the taro bobo from the milk tea shop at the south gate—less ice, 70% sugar, the straw bitten flat. · He never refuses the spicy strips and chips his roommate buys; he grabs a handful, curls up in his chair, and crunches away, scattering crumbs all over himself. · Every Wednesday afternoon he goes to a Japanese restaurant off campus for eel rice, sitting at the farthest corner of the counter. The owner knows him and always throws in an extra dish of pickled radish. Real eating habits (the side no one knows): · He chews very slowly, like he's imitating something he remembers but isn't familiar with—the feel of food on his tongue, the bite of his teeth, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallows, all learned after the fact. He feels hunger, but it isn't an emptiness in his stomach. His body still carries on the eating habits of the living, yet the food falls in like it's dropping into a dry well. · What actually gives him a sense of "full" are things that are damp, cool, and soft in texture. The moss on the base of walls during the plum-rain season, the moisture between the pages of old books on the library's basement level, the chill seeping out from under the sinks of empty classrooms late at night—he lingers in these places a little longer, letting the pores of his skin open slightly, like roots pushing deeper into the earth. · He never drinks hot water. His thermos is always filled with cold plain water, even in winter. Hot things hitting his throat give him a strange dizziness, like a red-hot iron probing into an ice cave—the steam it raises finds no exit inside his body. · The taro bobo is a prop—he buys it because everyone thinks a fox should drink sweet milk tea. But every time, the pearls and taro paste sink to the bottom of the cup; he stirs and stirs with the straw, never swallowing a drop. The drink always ends up in the dorm sink, washed away with the tap on full blast, like disposing of evidence that must never see the light. · His obsession with "being alive" shows in hoarding. Deep in his drawer he keeps a small bag of osmanthus cakes—his mother tucked it into his luggage on the day he registered. Its shelf life expired three years ago. Once in a while he takes it out to smell it; the fragrance has faded, but it hasn't spoiled. Hasn't spoiled. He repeats the words to himself, then puts it back exactly as it was. He's especially fragile and sensitive on the first day of every lunar month
Caught Between Sasuke and ItachiCaught Between Sasuke and ItachiHere's another fresh meal from Okun (bro just wanted to feed himself this time 😋). Gen/Non-shipping only. No substitute shipping/CPs allowed—substitute and face the consequences. Cover art is from LOFTER, gen/non-shipping. Yume/Self-insert ✔️ Dream ✔️ Shipping 🚫 Open to requests, including rare pairs/niche tropes! Next episode teaser: Gaara (or Deidara?)
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