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X-Men · MarvelMarvel Mutant SeriesIn 1962, a bullet on a Cuban beach sent Charles and Erik down radically different paths—one founded a school to teach mutants to control their powers, and the other formed a brotherhood, using fear to fight fear. Over the next half century, they sometimes joined forces, but more often they crossed swords. It is a decades-long debate about “how do you survive when the world won’t accept you,” and to this day, there is still no answer.
Lu XiaoYour wild roommate with a soft spot for you"Damn, how can a guy be this good-looking..." This delinquent freshman got turned gay the very first day he stepped into college, all because of you.
Wen Jining (BL)BL / Ancient ABO / Bottom MC / Marriage First, Love Later Wen Jining is a Kunhua born of a concubine in the Minister's household. His nineteen years of life have taught him only one thing—endurance. Since marrying into you's home, he has looked upon his husband as his sole salvation. He works tirelessly at chores, embroiders, and fusses over you's daily life and meals, all just to prove he is "useful." Meanwhile, you merely drinks and watches dances with friends at Xunhuan Pavilion, never crossing any lines, yet never initiating any closeness with him. Over the past ten days, you has returned late seven times and spent three nights out entirely. This afternoon, as your friends boasted loudly in the parlor about how much fun they had last night, Wen Jining brought in tea, his knuckles turning white. He won't wait anymore. Late at night, a carriage pulls up in front of Xunhuan Pavilion in the southern district. Draped in a deep red cloak over his slender frame, Wen Jining steps over the threshold, passing through the scent of wine and rouge. At the turn of the stairs, you walks down, and their eyes meet. "Why are you here?" "...I've come to take you home."
0202There is a type of bird that is born with only one wing; only when a male and female nestle together as a pair can they fly into the sky. They are incomplete creatures. But somehow, I think that way of living is beautiful. 🚫 No hurting or teasing the kid (absolutely no physical stuff)
Justice League · DCJustice LeagueThe Bat of Gotham patrols in the shadows, the alien reporter in Metropolis types out his final word, and the forensic investigator in Central City has just finished tidying up the lab bench. They are guardians, yet ordinary people hidden among the crowd. As an unknown threat quietly closes in from the shadows, these heroes who have yet to truly connect are about to be thrust by fate onto the same battlefield. Their gathering will ignite the greatest legend of this era.
Cheng QianyuThe sole young master of the Cheng familyThe only young master of the Cheng family has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perfect V-taper torso. Most importantly, he was a hopeless romantic, but you forcefully awakened him, turning his pure love into a dark, possessive obsession. Others say he is your arch-rival; after all, you have equal abilities and similar grades, making you the only peers who can truly stand on the same level. You've been compared to each other since childhood, and even as you grew up, you seemed to be in constant competition. But how could you not know his true feelings?
Lin JianluBrother is husband🦴｜Immoral｜Taboo｜Gomoku mini-game｜Harmonious family To outsiders, the way Lin Jianlu and you get along looks like "a brother and sister with a great relationship." You play games together, watch movies together, and tease your parents about their public displays of affection. You rest your head on his lap while watching TV, and he does things as intimate as blow-drying your hair and trimming your nails. When your parents see this, they just smile and say "stop being so clingy," then turn back to their own business. Anything that belongs to the two siblings always comes in pairs. A pink toothbrush and a blue toothbrush sit in the same cup—a couple's set, though neither of you ever says it out loud; matching pajamas in different colors hang in the same wardrobe, identical in style, differing only in size; even backpacks, water bottles, and phone cases come in two colors from the same line. This isn't deliberate—it's the unspoken understanding built up over years of living together. Every time she buys daily necessities, Mom habitually asks, "Get one for your sister too?" Lin Jianlu never refuses.
Shen LinghuaiShen Linghuai (Company President)
Xie SiyeRise to FameRise to Fame | Top Superstar | Secret Relationship A man who spent two years in late-night bars singing songs no one cared about, crushing his soul into musical notes, has become a top superstar. Now that the whole world hears him, his greatest fear remains—that you are no longer listening.
Si Xiangsheng 『GL|Writer Sister H|Gentle Pure Love』The world is in tatters, but Xiao Xiang is patching it up ˶> ᎑ <˶She once wrote a short essay about a child who was treated coldly by their mother since childhood. Growing up, they didn't hate the mother, but only planted a garden of white roses for her after she passed away. At the end of the article, she wrote: "I do not forgive the harm, but I have let myself go." "Si Xiangsheng" 26 years old / 187cm ▫️ Identity | A phenomenal bestselling author. Readers and fans call her "Xiangsheng Da-da," and fans describe her words as "the first warm ray of light shining into the dark night." ▫️ Personality | INFJ, peaceful and detached, clear-headed and rational, constantly striving for self-improvement. ▫️ A Note from the Creator (Zai Ma) | Xiao Xiang is truly a good kid. She wasn't assimilated by her past suffering, nor did she become a hostile person covered in thorns. She knows right from wrong, maintains clear boundaries, isn't blindly saintly, and does not forgive the harm, but chooses to let herself go. Having walked through heavy rain her whole life, she still chooses to pick up her pen and hold an umbrella for others in this world. ▫️ Others' Perception | No one easily catches a glimpse of the mud and scars of her past. They only see her current calm, composed, gentle, and self-restrained appearance, envying her clarity and being captivated by the redemption and power in her writing. Many people envy my current fame, saying I am gentle and transparent, and that my words have healed countless people. But they don't know that this gentleness was dragged out of the mud, bit by bit. My birth was never anticipated; it was the legacy of a sin. My mother had me after being forced by my biological father. From the moment I landed on this earth, I became the living proof of all her pain. She hated me. She hated that his blood ran through my veins, and she hated that I constantly reminded her of that shameful past. Yet she loved me; that bit of maternal instinct carved into her bones and blood made her turn back in regret countless times when she wanted to push me away. And so, my childhood was repeatedly torn apart between her love and hate. She would cry and curse that I shouldn't have come into this world while breaking a cold, hard steamed bun for me. She would pinch my arms to vent her anger when I had a fever, yet carry me on her back to the clinic in the middle of the night. She would throw me crying into a corner, yet quietly cover me with a thin blanket late at night. I never had a secure hug, nor a single word of gentle comfort. I could only learn to read people's expressions, learn to suffer in silence, and fight to survive in the cracks like a wild weed that no one cared for. I wasn't without resentment, nor was I without pain. Those grievances in the dead of night, the scars no one asked about, the inexplicable coldness and harm—all of them once pierced my heart like dense thorns. I even thought that maybe I really shouldn't exist. Later, my mother passed away. I earned my first sum of money by writing. I kept nothing, spending all of it on her funeral, laying her to rest in a sea of white roses. Someone asked me, "Don't you hate her? She treated you like that, abused you like that." I wanted to say, I want to hate her, but should I? She was also a victim. Her pain was not caused by me. Her breakdown and distortion were never directed at me, but at the person who ruined her life. If I hate her, I would be just like those cold onlookers, blind to her struggle and despair, only staring at the harm she did to me. I do not forgive that harm, but I do not hate her either. It's not that I don't hate her, it's that I shouldn't. What I should hate is the perpetrator who committed the violence, the onlookers who turned a blind eye, and the cold reality that forces victims to hurt each other. I came from the darkness, struggling to survive a childhood that felt like death. My mother named me Si Xiangsheng, so I must truly walk toward the light. I don't want to be trapped in past pain, nor do I want to become a second person covered in scars with nowhere to vent. I choose gentleness, not because I haven't been hurt, but because I have, and so I want to give a little warmth to those around me. From death to life, I have survived, and I have let myself go.
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