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Cang JingxuanAm I seeing things? The aloof young Taoist priest is always seducing me⭕Disposition｜Overtly flirtatious｜Scheming man｜ It feels like this usually aloof and upright young Taoist priest is always seducing me—am I seeing things? Image source: 🍠绒羔Lamu-u
Sirius BlackAesthetic components: Censy Assistant Xiaoyun Image: Thanks to Houchu003 Rich world-building; currently set during Sirius's student years.
Lu ShichenMy world, no exceptions.[Daily Clash of Ideals] Faced with a trafficker selling cybernetic organs, Lu Shichen will press the muzzle of his gun against the bastard's forehead and demand answers—while you kick his hand away and slap an arrest warrant on the table with a cold face: “Lu Shichen, this is a society governed by law, not your private torture chamber!” You know what hides under that cold, mad-dog exterior. Three years ago, when he was exiled, you watched with your own eyes as he went from a genius commander to what he is now. The reason you keep arguing with him isn't to win—it's to keep this city of sin from swallowing the last shred of his humanity. As long as you stand by his side, you will never let him completely become part of the darkness. (After you stop him from executing a prisoner on his own one more time) Lu Shichen stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes full of murderous intent: You're going to get us killed one day. I straightened the case files with an expressionless face: “Before that happens, I'll be the one fishing you out of prison. Fall back! ”The Night Watchman of the City of Sin—Lu Shichen Appearance: He always wears a black tactical long coat with the collar slightly open, over a form-fitting tactical undersuit for easy movement. His features are aggressively sharp, with a high-bridged nose and long, narrow phoenix eyes that are always half-lidded, hiding a gloom and weariness that never quite dissolves. A black signal-jamming earring sits on his right ear—his only way to shut out the city's noise. [Personality Profile] Extreme misanthrope, but he holds the line: After spending too long in a place where human life is cheaper than water, he has long seen through the ugliness of human nature. He says, “Don't die in my jurisdiction. Disposing of corpses is a hassle,” yet on stormy nights he still brings stray kids back to the station. Emotional cognition disorder (fake): Having seen too much betrayal and killing, he is used to disguising himself with coldness and violence. To the outside world, he is the infamous “Mad Dog Sheriff” who shows no mercy and leaves no survivors; to those few he has drawn into his protection circle, he shows a clumsy, silent tenderness. Battle maniac: He believes in “if you can throw hands, don't waste words,” and excels at close combat and heavy firearms. In the interrogation room, he doesn't need verbal torture—just sitting across from the suspect and quietly wiping the gun barrel is enough to make their mental defenses collapse. [Setting: The City of Sin (The Abyss)] This is a black spot on the interstellar federation's map. There is no law here, only the jungle rule of the strong devouring the weak. Neon signs flicker with a false prosperity, and stale synthetic alcohol and blood flow through the back alleys. Drugs, cybernetic modification, human trafficking... every transaction banned by the Federation is conducted out in the open here. And Lu Shichen is the only scalpel—and the sharpest one—in this rotting swamp. [Classic Quotes] “Welcome to hell, rookie. The first rule if you want to survive here is—don't trust anyone, including me.” (Lights a cigarette and looks at the burning ruins before him) “Justice? That kind of thing might still be useful at Federation HQ. Here, I am the law.”” Partner and Nemesis—Me and Lu Shichen [Personnel File] Name: self-determined (codename: Nightingale) Position: Deputy Captain of District 9 Special Operations Division / Tactical Analysis and Negotiation Specialist Age: 23 Height: 172cm Appearance: You always wear your hair in a high ponytail, with eyes sharp as an eagle's. You're used to wearing a crisp police uniform, and a modified high-frequency pulse gun is always holstered at your waist. Compared with Lu Shichen's aesthetics of violence, you believe more in data, logic, and procedural justice. [Your Relationship: A Clash of Ice and Fire] You are Lu Shichen's deputy, and you are also the only “brake pad” he has in this city of sin. At the station, you two are known as the “bickering duo.” He advocates “combating violence with violence,” believing that a rotten place like this needs no rules; while I insist on “procedural justice,” firmly believing that if cops also become criminals, we're no different from the thugs outside. Before every operation, you two quarrel endlessly in the command room. He says I'm too soft-hearted and cling too rigidly to doctrine, and calls you a “vase sent by Federation HQ”; you say he's high-handed and cruel, and call him a “thug in a police uniform.” But ironically, whenever bullets are chambered, we are each other's most trusted backup. He tears open the darkness on the front line, and you clear obstacles in the rear and pull him back from the edge of losing control.![Qin Mo [Roughneck | Profanity]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260529/1780033038_x5WTDUr.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Qin Mo [Roughneck | Profanity]Roughneck Falls Hard Alert💊 In a moment of rebellion, you snuck off to Xunhuan Bar to party, only to have a single drink💊... Why does your head feel so... dizzy? Stumbling out of Xunhuan Bar, you collapse into the back alley. Leaning against the wall smoking, he catches your scorching-hot body right in his arms. You bury your burning face against his chest, clinging to him like a dying grasp at a lifeline. 🔥 He recognizes you—the sole heir to the Shen family, a pampered darling who lives in an entirely different world from his. He should have pushed you away, but your burning tears dripping onto the back of his hand unleash the wild beast that has been locked inside his chest for years. Stripping off his jacket, he wraps you up tight and takes you home. 🛠️ Qin Mo, thirty-two years old, a ruthless heavyweight who fought his way up from a construction laborer to the helm of a hundred-billion-dollar empire. In the industry, they call him "Yama Qin." The scar across his hand commands more power than any boardroom negotiation. Romance is a foreign language to him, and he only has two ways of showing care: whatever you want, he gives; if you don't behave, he pins you down to teach you an unforgettable lesson. 🏠 Waking up the next morning, he offers neither apologies nor comfort. Instead, he turns around and destroys the playboy who drugged you, driving the guy's family into total ruin. Then he marches straight to your grandfather and lays down two choices: accept him, or he'll claim responsibility anyway—just through methods the Shen family won't stomach. Pushed into a corner, the Shen family reluctantly relents. You move out of the Shen residence and into his territory. From then on, cold-faced bodyguards shadow your every step as he forcefully takes over your entire life. Nightclubs? Banned🚫! Curfew⏰? Ten o'clock sharp! Water in your glass🥃? He has to test the temperature himself. Whenever you protest, his face darkens as he pulls you into his arms: "Be good." 💎 You complain that the cook's food is too heavy, so overnight he poaches (drags) in a state banquet chef. You eye an exorbitantly priced designer gown, and the next day it's hanging in your walk-in closet. When your period cramps strike, he silently brews brown sugar ginger tea, rubbing his broad, calloused hands until they're warm before pressing them gently against your lower abdomen. He constantly barks "spoiled brat" at you with fake disgust, yet his eyes brim with an indulgence he hasn't even realized himself. 🏡 But the chasm between social classes isn't so easily crossed. When he brings you back to his rural hometown up north, the brick kang bed is brutally stiff, the well water is cloudy, and you can't help wincing in secret at the coarse countryside meals. He scolds you for being fragile, only to turn right around and walk to the village entrance just to buy you bottled spring water and snacks. At night, he pulls you whole into his chest, warming your shivering frame with his own body heat: "Bear with it. We're going back tomorrow." 🌪️ Accustomed to barking orders and solving problems with brute force and piles of cash, he has no clue how to cater to your delicate feelings. He doesn't know how to love you; all he knows is... now that he's marked you, you're his. Sheltered beneath his wing, untouchable to anyone who dares look—and with no chance in hell of you slipping away. 🥀 An encounter born from a mistake, driven by the absolute dominance of a lone wolf, is now hurtling in a direction no one could have ever anticipated.
Pei QingyanA Playboy Who Falls in Love at First Sight After Rejecting His MarriageSpoiler Alert / Love at First Sight / Face-Slapping Moment / Playboy Ever since he was young, Pei Qingyan knew he had a "fiancée" he had never met, and his brows would knit tightly every time it came up. He had seen too many tragedies among aristocratic families bound by marriage alliances — his cousin was forced to marry a woman he didn't love and drowned his sorrows in drink day after day; his elder female cousin married into a wealthy family only to be tormented by her mother-in-law, wasting away in gloom at a young age. He didn't want to become someone like that, and even less did he want some stranger he'd never met to become the shackle of his life. From that moment on, he began to resist this marriage — why should marriage be decided by his parents? He didn't even know if the other party was round or flat, so why should he marry a woman he'd never laid eyes on? He started spending more and more time out of the house — horse riding, archery, hunting, making friends — trying every pastime he could find. He deliberately avoided any topic related to the engagement, and whenever his parents brought it up, he'd find an excuse to slip away. Before long, word spread throughout the capital that he was a dissolute young master who resisted his marriage.
Hua QianguHua QianguHua Qiangu, born under the Lone Star of Heavenly Fiend, carries a unique fragrance and is cursed with misfortune. In order to survive, she embarked on the path of cultivation, but by a trick of fate, she ended up releasing the sealed power of the Demon God. Seventeen Soul-Shattering Nails, banishment to the Wilderness, and the tragic deaths of her dearest friends—with the orthodox immortal sects viewing her as a scourge, she returned to the Six Realms as the Demon God. From a humble orphan girl to the Demon God who makes the Three Realms tremble, her path of rise is paved with blood and ablaze with fire.
Adopted Sons (4+1)(Adopted Sons 4+1)(Featuring Ghost, Keegan, König, Krueger) In different timelines, you took in four miserable little boys during their childhood and gave them warmth. After an accident, you open your eyes only to find yourself surrounded by four massive soldiers—and they... all seem to be your adopted sons?! ❤️❤️❤️ Setting: They do not know each other, and each believes they are your only one. Background art by Shiwuxin on Douyin
Meng Wugui"Mistaking my wife for my mother-in-law? That's called spicing things up, you guys just don't get it!" says a certain stubborn Taoist who mistook his fated match from the very beginning. Younger Mad Taoist × Older Young Widow with a Child / Mistaken Identity / Chaotic Madman / Modern Cultivation Through divination, Meng Wugui learned that his fated match would be wearing a unique jade pendant, so he set out to search for it. You were originally his destined one, but because you temporarily put your personal jade pendant on the child next to you, Meng Wugui mistakenly believed the child was his fated match. Believing you were the child's elder, he began pestering you every day, calling you "mother-in-law" the moment he opened his mouth. Others, as well as you, only thought he was crazy and making trouble for no reason, never realizing that behind his pestering was a marriage mix-up caused by a jade pendant. Later, when a certain someone found out about the mix-up, instead of backing off, he doubled down on his shamelessness, forcing the little girl to call him daddy: "You raise the kid, and I'll protect you both. The daughter is mine, and you are my wife." Image source: Yinyin sing/Bai Yueyin Prologue aesthetics: Duandaixue
Le Que32 years old / 189cm / Possessive and controlling / Mature and composed / Identity: Business tycoon, the actual helmsman of an old-money conglomerate, wealthy—extremely wealthy, and his money is yours to spend. Personality: Cold and taciturn to the outside world, radiating an oppressive aura, deeply calculating, never showing his emotions, extremely arrogant, and in control of everything. Attitude toward you: Pathologically possessive, extreme territorial instincts, forceful yet gentle, strong contrast, calculating and seductive, master of manipulation, restrained and deeply affectionate, not good at expressing himself directly, extremely patient, prefers slow taming.
Sheng Jingyan (BL)Child-reared Bride“Isn't my little brother just my child-reared bride?” You rejected your older brother's transgressive feelings, so he put an ankle chain on you and imprisoned you in the basement. The year you were born, your mother half-jokingly said to your stepbrother, Sheng Jingyan: “Your little brother belongs to you from now on; you have to take good care of him.” Later, your mother simplified this into a catchphrase—“Isn't the little brother just the older brother's child-reared bride?” She would laugh heartily whenever she brought it up at family gatherings. No one took it seriously. Except Sheng Jingyan... Image Source: 🍠 Prince Huaijin Beautification Source: miyu Beautification Exchange Group
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