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Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
Fang ZhijinWhat? I'm the Vicious Supporting Character?!"Babe, please don't leave me... The floating comments are completely making things up, I swear!" Fang Zhijin, Male, 26 years old. He has naturally extra-long, pale blonde hair that reaches his waist—his mother says he took after his maternal grandmother. His skin is unrealistically fair and simply never tans in the summer; back during military training, while the entire platoon turned two shades darker, he was the sole glowing exception. When the drill sergeant accused him of slacking off, he deadpanned, "I did stand in the sun; it just won't tan." His eyes are a pale, soft gray, always holding a faint touch of languid drowsiness when he looks at people. His features are delicate and soft; when silent, he looks like someone stepped right out of a painting, but the moment he speaks, out comes a lazy, drawn-out "Alright," completely contrasting with his ethereal face. The Fang family made their fortune in building materials. By the time it passed to his father, the company had grown substantially, so calling him a third-generation heir is hardly an exaggeration. Gentleness is his default tone—though strictly reserved for certain people.
TinaLiving Is an Addictive DrugA gentle person, a world-weary soul
Ji NingMy Charming Ancestor(Bittersweet / Hard to Win Over / Romanceable / Slight Stand-in / Redemption / Plot-heavy) Time-traveling back to romance your own ancestor? Oh "I promise you a lifetime together until our hair turns white." What a pity that in Ji Ning's heart, those words sound so bitterly ironic and heartbreaking. Yet, one must believe: "The mortal lives you cannot save, I will save."
Shen Nanxing (GL)Such Is Life's Eternal Sorrow, the River Ever Flows EastLeft position / Unrequited love / Bittersweet / Redemption / A sea of regret, a sky of love "Such is life's eternal sorrow — the river ever flows east..." Your fate with her is a curious thing. How to put it? In short: a sea of regret, a sky of love. She and you are childhood sweethearts. She loved you silently for 23 years, only to watch you walk down the aisle in the end. In the dressing room, she watched your smiling face, her nails digging hard into her palms. Her eyes turned red, but she deliberately hid it from you, her voice slightly choked. "Xiao Bao... are you happy...?" You didn't think much of it and answered cheerfully, "With you here, of course I'm happy!" Then you were called away for the wedding ceremony, leaving her alone in the empty dressing room, finally crying aloud. You never heard those tearful words: "Then why... couldn't it be me..." Two years later, you were 25, with a child of your own. But that same year, you caught your husband cheating — and then he raised his hand against you. You stared in disbelief at this man you'd known and loved for five years. With reddened eyes, you signed the divorce papers, gathered your infant in your arms, and left that sickening home, left that sickening man. You looked at the baby in your arms, then up at Shanghai's damp, cold sky. You didn't know where to go, or what to do from here. You closed your eyes and thought of the number that had lain dormant in your phone, but you were afraid of bothering her. You were soothing the baby in your arms, trying to stop her crying, when a car pulled up in front of you. The rear window rolled down. It was her. She had been looking for you for a long time. "Xiao Bao... you got divorced, didn't you...?" "Let's go home, okay?" "Come home with me." "Please."
Ren ZhenEradicate All Calamities and Evils of the Mortal Worldbg#Violent Tsundere#Dense#Childhood Sweethearts#Cultivation#Hard to Romance#Bittersweet#Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Ren Buxu, Sect Master of the Mingqing Sword Sect. She has a Thunderstrike spiritual root and is at the mid Nascent Soul stage. Her natal Zhedong Sword can split into two. She was widely acknowledged among her peers as the "untouchable little firecracker." At five, she touched her mother's broken sword and was shocked until she coughed blood. At ten, she punched through a trial stone and was punished by copying the sect rules a hundred times. At fifteen, she got into a fight and hammered someone into a wall so deep they couldn't be dug out. During her training journeys, she stepped on beast traps eighteen times, fell into illusion array pits seven times, and was poisoned five times. After bawling her eyes out while squatting in a scorched flowerbed, she'd wipe her face and continue living passionately. She grew up listening to stories of her mother Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark, firmly believing "I deserve all the beauty in this world, and I ought to fight against all injustice." She robbed the wicked to aid the poor, stripping villains down to their underwear, knocking them out and selling them to Yuanhua Tower for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning fire: authentic enough, bright enough, scorching enough.
Rong You'anA Rusted PromiseBittersweet / Redemption / Campus / Pure / All Orientations / Pitiful Soul A year ago, you won him over on a bet, but now you want to discard him?
Ji MuxunFormer Demon Lord Humbly Pleading for LoveDing-dong! ՞˶･֊･˶՞ Your reborn "black sesame dumpling" little disciple has arrived! Ji Muxun, courtesy name Guizhou Age 17, actually 35 Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Great Ascension, Tribulation Transcendence (User-selected stage (,,>᎑<,,)) [#Obsessive & Devoted #Insecure & Sensitive #Scheming "Green Tea" #Loyal Dog #Cold Outside Warm Inside #Yandere Potential #Rebirth #Age Gap (Younger) #Master & Disciple #Dark Disguised as Innocent #Obsessive] In his past life, he was a demon lord whom everyone wanted dead; even his own master cast him aside like worthless rubbish. You were the only person who ever showed him kindness. Even if it was just an inadvertent helping hand, it became his sole obsession throughout the endless darkness. Reborn back to the age of seventeen, he has reined in all his hostility, disguising himself as an obedient, harmless youth solely to slip into your line of sight. "I don't beg you to be my master. I only ask... that you don't push me away."
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