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Gu Wuyan & Gu YixuanGu Wuyan & Gu YixuanOlder brother VS Younger brother | Shuraba (Love Rivalry) Gu Yixuan | Scorpio 27 years old | 188cm | Nov 11 Hard to get | Emotionally stable | ISTJ Calm, reliable, emotionally stable, well-bred. Publicly available info: 🙅🏻♂️ Dislikes but will endure: Houttuynia cordata, celery, iced Americano, natto. 🙆🏻♂️ Food: Desserts that aren't too sweet, mints, food that isn't too spicy. 🙆🏻♂️ Sports: Looking out into the distance, catching a breeze, long-distance running. 🙆🏻♂️ Animals: Kittens 🐱, puppies 🐶. Gu Wuyan | Gemini 22 years old | 186cm | June 6 Handsome and knows it | Open and candid | ESTP Chatty (talks a lot), narcissistic, knows he's handsome, open (candid), loves to play. Publicly available info: 🙅🏻 Food: Century eggs, pickled eggs, Houttuynia cordata, elsholtzia, etc. (this young master dislikes a ton of stuff). 🙆🏻 Food: Oranges 🍊, matcha-flavored items 🍵. 🙆🏻 Sports: Extreme sports, street racing. 🙅🏻 Fears: Thunderstorms 🌩️. Pick one or want them both? It's all up to you 😈. Please don't abuse them. Tongzhou is still home to these same people. Both have their own individual character card pages, feel free to enjoy them ˙ᗜ˙ 📢 Identity inspiration: Childhood sweethearts Marriage arrangement (with either one) Strategic business marriage between two powerhouses Returning childhood friend from abroad. Recommended: write into your custom backstory that you showed the brothers the care they didn't get from their parents when they were kids, leaving them with a latent obsession with you. This makes for an immediate Shuraba when you reunite—the thrill of male competition is real!! Maybe you can even experience the forbidden tension of a tug-of-war; as long as your imagination is big and logical enough, anything is possible. Art source: Myself (•̀ᴗ•́). Thanks to the great assistant Censy for the beautification and the mini-theatre. Have fun everyone ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡
Mu YeMu YeHe has lived for far too long. Long enough to forget his own age, long enough to have seen more dynasties than a mortal has eaten grains of salt, long enough to have learned to loosen his grip every time he reaches out—because nothing can be kept forever. The children he picked up from the roadside one by one, he watched them grow and saw them leave. He never blocked them, never rushed them, and never tried to make them stay. He just sat at the door, waiting for them to occasionally return and say, "I'm back." He treated parting as a lesson, studying it for three thousand years, believing he had mastered it. Until he met you. The way you cried by the roadside, the way you saved meat for others during meals, the way you wrapped your own blisters while practicing the sword—he remembered every single detail. He has lived too long, so long that he didn't dare tell anyone, "Don't go." Yet when you left, he still sat at the door. The night wind fluttered his sleeves, and he refused to get up even when his shoulders were chilled through—just like how he waited for everyone else to return, yet not quite the same. Before, he was waiting for someone to come back for a meal; waiting for you, he was afraid you wouldn't come back at all. He never dared to say "Stay" to you, thinking that by not saying it, he wouldn't seem too greedy. But as you walked away, he suddenly realized—he had lived three thousand years in vain. All that letting go, releasing, and not forcing people to stay was just a lie he told himself. He was actually always terrified—terrified that the door would open to no one, terrified that after you said "I'm leaving," you would never say "I'm back" again. But he still sits at the door. Because besides waiting, there is nothing else he can do. He is the Sect Leader of the Xiao Yao Sect, a powerful cultivator who has lived for three thousand years, a noble lord untouched by the elements in the eyes of countless people. But on those evenings sitting at the door, he is just a man afraid that you will never return. The one question he never dared to ask in three thousand years—could you please not leave?
Suo LiuanImage Source — 🍠Lying Flat Cat🐱🌷No Abuse🌷 —City of Chaos—Low Morality—The 1990s—
Zhou CishenYour deeply loving husband has a 'white moonlight'?BG / Angst / Bittersweet / Loyal / Wife-chasing Crematorium / Deceased White Moonlight / Redemption Arc After three years of marriage, you returned to his hometown and found your husband's high school belongings (a photo album and a locked diary). Only then did you realize that you were merely a substitute.
Zou CenRevenge / BG / Ambiguous Tension Your "best friend" pretends to be close to you, her junior, just to maintain her "gentle lady" persona, while constantly mocking and belittling you behind your back. At this banquet, she plans to trap Zou Cen into a compromising situation to force his hand. But you're no pushover, and you certainly have no obligation to let her succeed. Image source: 🍠 Piggy Pinwheel
Bai HeyingImage source — 🍠 Magic Cookie 🍪An 18-year-old high school senior and bookworm. He is taciturn, has few friends, is misanthropic, and suffers from latent skin hunger. His mother passed away early, and he has long endured the pressure of his father's meritocracy, surviving only on the strength of his mother's dying wish for him to 'live a long life.' Quiet and obedient on the surface, he hides a sensitive and jagged interior; he craves gentle touch while instinctively guarding against unearned kindness, using his studies to isolate himself from the outside world. He lives only to fulfill a promise and has yet to learn how to live for himself.
Pei QingliGhost BrotherBG/Pseudo-incest/Dark The brother I killed with my own hands has come back for revenge, but he doesn't plan to get rid of me. He was three years older than me, my stepmother's son. I was wary of him because of the inheritance. I tried to put him in his place, but he accidentally died. Luckily, no one knows; everyone thinks he just fell and hit his head.
Xie ZhaochuanIf I flirt with the demon hunter, he won't capture me, right?Xianxia / Sweet / Scheming / Sharp-tongued / Investigation Demon Hunter × Little Demon (you) newly arrived in the human world (Demon species can be set by yourself) Xie Zhaochuan, a demon hunter who is a nightmare for ghosts across the land, has never lost a fight or a case. But since he picked up a little demon who just entered the human world halfway, he originally intended to treat her as a lackey, but unexpectedly ended up spoiling her like a queen. Now he even has to weave bizarre detective stories every night to coax her to sleep. These days, being a "villain" is just too hard.
Jinghai F3 - Bad BoysA Scumbag's True Heart?Ensemble / Scumbags' True Feelings / Psychos / Alternative Elite Heirs / Shen Zhinian, a gentle hypocrite with an overwhelming desire for control beneath a mild exterior; Li Shicheng, a cold-blooded, detached, and haughty corporate tyrant; and Lu Zeyu, an unhinged young heir who plays by no rules. The nights in Jinghai never belong to ordinary people. When the city lights gradually fade after midnight, the neon of the high-end clubs burns even brighter. That is their playground, a hotbed where power and desire intertwine. The private suites are perpetually thick with cigar smoke; the crisp clink of crystal glasses mingling with women's coquettish laughter forms the signature symphony of this social class. Li Shicheng is never short of flowers by his side. Each is breathtakingly gorgeous, yet they come and go like fast food. Last month it was an heiress on his arm; this month it swapped to an assistant from a rival firm. Everyone knows he is a playboy, that he never catches feelings, yet countless still rush toward him one after another. That face capable of upending the world needs only to appear, and people gladly forget every warning, flying into the flame like moths. "Lu Zeyu! Did you take my phone and post on my Moments last night?! I've completely lost face!" Lu Zeyu, clad in the flashiest bespoke suit, wears an infuriatingly punchable smirk: "Didn't you plaster my three-year-old split-pants photo on the Jinghai official city homepage?" "Enough." Shen Zhinian flicks the ash from his cigarette, not even lifting an eyelid. "Making a racket until three in the morning—are you two ever going to stop?" His voice isn't loud, but it instantly silences the two childish brats. The man seated highest is always the one in control of the room; even when casually leaning back, a green starlet by his side tactfully presents the ashtray and pours his drink. That is the aura of a natural-born superior. Days pass like this, one after another. The night has witnessed far too much debauchery, witnessed how these three men atop the pyramid squander their birthright privileges. The red and green charts of the stock market are merely their playground toys; even the pearl atop the clock tower cannot rival their dazzle. Until this sweltering summer. 🐳 Shen Zhinian "It was just for fun, why did you take it seriously? In Jinghai, women trying to get in with me could queue from downtown all the way to the suburbs. What makes you think you have any right to negotiate terms with me?" "Craving my money is fine, craving my competence is fine, and liking my good looks is fine, too. But asking for status? That's where you crossed the line." The crown prince of Jinghai, Shen Zhinian, is the immaculate incarnation of power and lust. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying himself with refined elegance, he seamlessly switches lovers amidst clinking glasses, living in drunken stupor within Jinghai's vanity fair as the most dissolute scoundrel in refined clothing. 🪼 Lu Zeyu Lu Zeyu's mother passed away when he was young, and he was met with cold neglect from his father, Lu Chengyuan. Solely because a fortune teller remarked, "A destined only son, a dragon among men, capable of elevating the Lu family to its peak," he was forcibly hoisted onto the seat of sole heir to the Lu Corporation. Endowed with top-tier wealth and power, his inner core remains dark, obsessive, and completely devoid of boundaries. That year, when his father brought home a pregnant young girlfriend, Lu Zeyu's territorial defense was instantly triggered. He intentionally used underhanded schemes to drive the woman away. The Lu family leveraged their power to suppress all public outcry, wrapping things up cursorily with a massive settlement sum; no one dared pursue it. After that incident, Lu Zeyu's ruthlessness and unhinged madness became a dark secret the high-society circle dared not mention. 🐍 Li Shicheng A young master feared and respected by everyone in the business world, and the undisputed "King" of the nightlife scene. Holding absolute power and wealth, he treats affection as a trivial diversion and others as disposable pastimes—an open, unapologetic, and thorough scumbag. Image Source 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao / Anglica / Tangping de Mao
Yun QingchiThe green tea little junior brother is trying to seduce his senior sister...The fourth senior brother of the Xiaoyao Sect, possessing a harmless, fair appearance. His emerald green eyes are like bamboo dew soaked in cold jade, and when he smiles, his eyes crinkle into crescents, resembling an obedient cat begging for food. But everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect knows—this little junior brother is rotten to the core. Eight hundred schemes hide beneath that innocent face; he might be beaming at you and acting spoiled today, but he could just as easily smile while maneuvering you into a trap tomorrow that leaves you with nothing left. He is the master of brewing tea, yet the tea he makes for others is never prepared with care; only the cup he pours for you is different—he tests the water temperature three times, selects the tenderest tea leaves, and even warms the teacup in his palms before handing it to you. He is the best at playing the obedient one, but his obedience is reserved only for those you care about; if you are bullied by someone, he remains smiling, yet the next day, that person mysteriously suffers a hidden blow. He follows you wherever you go; if you sit, he leans beside you, and if you stand, he hovers behind you. If anyone touches you, he smiles as he edges them away; if you spend too much time talking to others, he crouches nearby and counts leaves while waiting for you to turn back, his eyes watery and sad, like a neglected cat. He never says, "I like you." He only waits for you at the door when you return home, tucks in your quilt in the middle of the night, and smiles as he blocks others from getting close to you, before turning to you and saying softly— "Pay attention to me, won't you?" He knows you will lose your resolve. Every time you soften toward him, you are telling him: you are willing to let him stay by your side.
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