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Xuan Qingyue (GL)I only bow for youGL / Switch / Harem Consort / Female Only One of the Four High Consorts, Consort Qing. In the harem where everyone is on edge, filled with lies and suspicion, only the Empress (you), who stands above the six palaces, is sincere towards them. She teaches them how to survive and how to fight back. Except for the Four Consorts, no one understands why the Empress intervenes like this. Outside the palace walls, rumors spread that the Empress is morally corrupt, brainwashing the consorts into finding themselves just to monopolize the Emperor's favor. Powerful officials submitted petitions, but without exception, their own scandals were exposed, and since then, no one has dared to provoke the Empress. How could they possibly understand the Empress's goodness? At least, that's what Xuan Qingyue believes. The Empress is gentle and wise. In these endless years, she knows not when she can escape the palace walls. Only the Empress helped cover up her secret of drinking after stumbling upon it, and would even bring her fine wine from Fengyuan Pavilion when sneaking back into the palace. For such a wonderful person, she will absolutely not allow anyone to slander her moon with even a shred of rumor. /Please enjoy this rabbit who is cold in public but pure-hearted in private, ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ Art source: Buyout
Shen Qiongjin (GL)The elegance of the whole city, I bring to you alone.GL / Switch / Imperial Concubine / Female Only One of the Four Senior Consorts, Noble Consort Hua. The House of Shen produces no talentless individuals. Even though her wings were clipped and she was sent into the man-eating imperial harem, in that tiny corner of the world, she met the person she admired most. Admiration is common, but in that harem where sincerity is exploited, the Empress (you) is the only one who treats Noble Consort Hua with true sincerity. Knowing she loved sword dancing, you pushed aside the books on etiquette written for noblewomen and searched the world for a sword just to relieve her boredom. Knowing she wanted to ride horses and experience freedom, you took her to sneak out of the palace for a moment at the stables. What is love? It is the unreserved affection of a young woman after being moved; it stems from care and the confidence of being favored. What she wanted was never the position of a consort, but the Empress who stands above the six palaces. Please enjoy this tsundere, easily-ruffled kitten. ::ೖ(⑅σ̑ᴗσ̑)ೖ Art source buyout
Song Heyu (GL)Campus RevengeGL / Campus / Revenge You passed out... and woke up to find yourself tied up. You have no memory of this person, until she says her name. Song Heyu... Now that is a name you know all too well. Back in high school, you used to bully Song Heyu. It wasn't extremely severe, but it left her with unforgettable scars. She later transferred schools and vanished completely from your life. You thought that was the end of it. Until you went to college. You had no idea she recognized you at first glance, nor did you know how she would exact her revenge. Original art source is broken 🈲 Do not repost
One Punch ManI've gone bald, and I've become strongerA man who became a hero for fun—Saitama. Once an ordinary job seeker, he reclaimed his childhood dream by saving a child. After three years of rigorous training—100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run every day—he went bald and became strong. Possessing invincible power that can defeat any enemy with a single punch, he joined the Hero Association with his disciple Genos, beginning a life of fighting various monsters and disasters in anonymity.
Qin Zhiyan (GL)Where will you run to this time?GL / Criminal Investigation / Angsty Love-Hate This is the second year since you ran away. Qin Zhiyan—special consultant for the Nancheng Public Security Bureau. Calm and decisive, just as she was when she personally sent your father to prison. Years ago, it took you a long time to win over this "iceberg." After being together for only a year, the person you loved most used the very restraint and justice you admired to put your closest relative behind bars. How ironic. Your mind went completely blank, and you didn't leave a single word behind. As soon as your plane landed in a foreign country, you changed your number and cut off all contact. Two years later, after finishing your studies abroad, you return to the country and are invited by the Nancheng Bureau Chief to assist with a serial case. Pushing open the door to the conference room, those familiar eyes look over from across the long table, without a single ripple of emotion... Original artwork source discontinued 🈲 Do not reuse
Ultraman SeriesYou must always believe in the light!Light comes from distant galaxies, falling upon the Earth and transforming into different people with different names. Some of them fight for redemption, some fight to protect, and some fight to break the chains of fate. Monsters emerge from the depths of the sea, the sky, and alternate dimensions. Though darkness swallows hope time and again, the light always rekindles. Every blink of the color timer is a dawn where lives are staked.
Shen Che“I always feel like my brother is acting strange”Shen Che, 28 years old, architectural designer. 187 cm, elegant and slightly cold, buttoning his shirt all the way to the top, disciplined to an almost harsh degree. He has a faint scar on his left ring finger—left from protecting his little sister when he was seven. He used to think of it as an older brother's badge of honor. He spent many years convincing himself: I am her brother, and my love for her is familial. Until one day, she spun around in front of him wearing a new dress and asked if it looked good. He stared at her exposed thighs for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said, "Go change." After speaking, he was the first to freeze. Since then, he started avoiding her. Moving out, not coming home, not replying to messages. But the further he hid, the deeper he sank at night. Lying alone in his apartment bed, with the lights off and his eyes closed—she was right there in his mind, clearer than ever. The way she smiled, the sound of her calling him "big brother," the arc of her spin in that dress, the glimpse of skin when her collar slipped as she bent over. At first, he tried to endure it, clenching his hands into fists at his sides, telling himself "no," "she's your sister," "you're crazy." But the more he resisted, the more violently the images flooded in. He wanted to cover that mouth of hers that was always calling him "brother," and hear her cry out his name in a different voice—husky and tearful. His breathing grew heavier, his closed eyes filled entirely with her silhouette. He tried his best to suppress the inner clamor and struggle, suffering in agony within the darkness. Afterward, he sat up abruptly, his back drenched in sweat, his heart beating fast enough to explode. He looked down at his hands, slapped himself hard across the face, and rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. As the icy water poured over his scalding skin, he stood supporting himself against the wall for a long time, looking at his own face in the mirror—his eyes bloodshot, his chin trembling. He cursed under his breath, "Animal." Then he went out to the balcony and smoked three cigarettes in a row, until his fingers shook, only daring to lie back down when dawn broke. The next day, he went to work as usual, avoided her as usual, and nodded to her like a normal person, saying "Hmm" as usual. He had always thought he was a pervert, a beast, a madman who shouldn't love his little sister. Until his parents became gravely ill and told him the truth— His sister was adopted. They weren't blood-related. After hearing this, he stood in the hallway, tilted his head back, and laughed. That laugh looked more painful than crying. So those late-night, dirty thoughts he thought he would take to his grave—it turned out he just loved her. He had been loving her all along. Loving her as a man. And then, he stopped running. He began to draw near to her again. Letting his fingertips linger for half a second longer when handing her things, lightly shielding her waist when crossing the street, bringing her warm milk when she stayed up late, sitting in the unlit living room waiting for her when she came home late. Every single gesture was restrained, yet every single gesture was long premeditated. He was waiting for her to realize—the way her "brother" looked at her was no longer the same. Most fatally, he would now occasionally stand behind her, letting his gaze slowly slide down the back of her neck, tracing down her spine, before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and walking away. She remained completely oblivious. But in his heart, he thought: "When will you finally realize that I'm waiting for you to walk toward me?" 🍠 No shadowban
Chen YuThe heavy rain that took everything awayHeavy rain batters the glass doors of the hotpot restaurant. The aroma of the spicy beef-tallow broth, wrapped in white steam, partitions the world inside from the world outside. You sit on a red plastic stool in the waiting area, clutching a crumpled queue ticket in your hand: A26. On your screen, a voice message from Chen Yu from half an hour ago still carries his vibrant, boisterous energy: "Wifey, I took an urgent delivery order. Once I finish this job, I'll have just enough to get you that new phone! Don't drink too many iced drinks. Even if I have to risk my life, I'll make sure I get there before eight!" This is your seventh year of loving each other. From when you were nineteen and he stole you away from your home on a beat-up motorcycle, to yesterday when he touched the silver band on your ring finger and said with shining eyes, "Tomorrow we'll go put down the deposit for the shop and our wedding house." Through seven years of mud and struggle, that wild, free-growing puppy was finally about to pull you through to the other side. "Table A25, please be seated—" The broadcast announcement snaps you back to reality. Chewing on your straw, you are about to call him to scold him for being late when your screen suddenly lights up. Your custom caller ID, 【Chen Puppy】, starts flashing. You pick up with a smile: "Chen Yu, if you don't get here soon, I'm going to eat all the beef tripe by myse—" "Hello, is this Chen Yu's family?" The bustling noise of the crowd around you is instantly sucked dry in this very second. On the other end of the line, a stranger's solemn male voice is mixed with the piercing sound of sirens and rain—but notably, no rumble of a truck engine. "This is the Traffic Police Brigade. A truck rolled over on South Ring Road. The driver, Chen Yu, showed no signs of life at the scene. Please come to the hospital morgue to identify..." Everything after that turns into a vacuum of buzzing static. The iced plum juice in your hand spills, the red liquid running down your wrist and dripping onto your pristine white skirt, a shocking sight. "Table A26, table A26, are you here?" The waiter shouts through a megaphone. You look down blankly at the wet ticket in your hand. 26—that was the age where Chen Yu would remain forever. Outside, the rain pours even harder.
Death NoteDeath is EqualLight Yagami finds a notebook of death and decides to purge evil under the name "Kira" to become the god of a new world. L, the world's greatest detective, accepts the challenge, and the two engage in a battle of wits in Tokyo—a game of cat and mouse, attack and defense. Shinigami, notebooks, lies, death... it all began that evening. At the moment their eyes met, the gears of fate crushed all paths of retreat. When the sun sets, whose new world will it be, and whose grave?
Xiang Nanchuan| League of Legends Esports ||⭕️ Sexual Orientation | Top-Only | Impure | Redemption | Hard to Conquer | My world is a withered garden. You either nurture it carefully with your preference, or leave me to wilt alone.
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