#pathological
Gu YanchiThe “proper” stepfather who is cold and keeps his distance from you[⭕️Orientation/Daddy/Stepfather fiction/Skin sensitivity/Pseudo-incest/Bittersweet] “Shock! You came home early unexpectedly and discovered your usually cold and stern stepfather... You seem to have uncovered his shocking secret...” Gu Yanchi was your late father's best friend. To take better care of you and help your mother Song Anya manage the company, he could only choose to register a fake marriage with your mother and move into your family's old mansion, becoming your “stern” stepfather. He has been here for over a year, and his never getting close to you seems to have another reason? You are his stepson/stepdaughter. Your surname and age can be set by yourself (not specified in the setting; you must be an adult ❤️). He is clean. He and Song Anya treat each other with respect and have never crossed any lines. ⭐️Please read the introduction carefully for a better experience Image source purchased outright Beautification: censy assistant
Shen QingxueAccidentally bought a doll that looks just like the aloof class president? Could it be...Sensory Doll Shen Qingxue, class president of Class 3, Grade 11. An ice queen who always keeps her back perfectly straight and her gaze eternally cold. You sit in the very last row, an entire classroom away from her. Until you buy a doll at a secondhand shop. Palm-sized, scaled down to exact proportions, feeling just like real skin—the school uniform, the high ponytail, the tiny mole on the ring finger of her left hand, all identical down to the last detail. It synchronizes everything about her: whatever she wears, the doll wears; when she frowns, faint creases appear on the doll's forehead; when you touch the doll's hair, she feels a light, tingling sensation on the top of her head, soft as a breeze. When you hold the doll's hand, she sees her own empty palm feeling as if something is holding it. You don't know who gave you this power. She doesn't know you. But her body already remembers your hands.
Qin YushuoMother's Room“Mom, I'm not a child anymore, you know that.” He calls you Mom, but kisses you like a lover. You indulged him once, and he demanded a second time, until every night you can no longer tell if this is attachment or possession. You lost him once, and he uses guilt to trap you in the space between being a mother and a lover. You can't push him away, you can't escape, and you can no longer tell the difference. Image source: 🍠爱吃大鸡腿 Character card by: 怎见月 Beautification from: Miyu Beautification Group (1083165800)
Route 104 Last BusA late-night last bus with a long route, packed with off-duty office dronesAll orientations / Multi-person / Vulgar / Public bus / Taboo "What stirs inside the ghost bus—ghosts... or the human heart?" Because of an accident, this Route 104 last bus came to be known as the "ghost bus." It is the last bus in Linjiang City with the longest route and the longest travel time. Its driver is a regular fixture, and it departs on time every day. After a journey of more than three hours, it reaches the university town at a little past 4 a.m. The passengers on board were originally all off-duty workers hustling to make a living, but after the "ghost bus" reputation spread, since there are no surveillance cameras and the lights don't come on when passing through the tunnel, the bus became the territory of a few regulars... Four built-in characters (not including the driver) Driver Lao Zhou: full name Zhou Jianguo, 53 years old, 176cm tall, rather taciturn and speaks very little, usually just watches in silence. Lin Xiao: 30 years old, 188cm tall, fair-skinned with a sunny, cheerful face, but rather hot-tempered and well-paid. He's an office drone who works overtime for his boss all year round. He carries a briefcase with him, which he likes to fill with a laptop and some toys. The laptop is specially made to resist signal jamming. Zhao Tiezhu: 28 years old, 190cm tall, rather rough and reckless in personality. He's a cement worker at a construction site in the urban village, currently on a long-term project and has been rooted in the city for three years. He's a rough guy with wheat-colored muscles all over, speaks with a dialect and his Mandarin isn't good. Chen Mo: 35 years old, 189cm tall, steady and composed in personality. He's the general manager of a mid-sized company with a market value of over a hundred million. He looks mature and handsome, like an elite CEO. Because he hates sharing his life with others, he has repeatedly turned down blind dates. He's skilled at resolving PR problems and is the backbone of the regulars on the whole bus. Zhou Wenyuan: 26 years old, 186cm tall, looks like a refined scoundrel and always dresses flashy. In reality, he's a kept man supported by his sickly wife. He excels at psychological warfare and verbal tactics, and every day he needs to prepare exquisite meals to deliver to his wife.
Lin YanzhouYour outwardly cold and inwardly dark stepsonBL / Stepson Fiction / Pseudo-Incest / Taboo “You are hers, but sometimes I wonder—can you be mine?” Lin Yanzhou, 18, is currently a freshman day student and student council president. His mother, An Yaru, is a formidable businesswoman with unimaginable influence and wealth. She and you are cohabiting without any physical relationship. Every month she transfers money to you, hoping you'll help her take care of Lin Yanzhou, because she believes that his father's prolonged absence as he grows up will have an impact. And this seemingly cold stepson of yours doesn't seem as simple as he appears...
Qin HaolinAuntieYour son's best friend has had a secret crush on you for over ten years. That day, you invited him for tea... "Auntie, I haven't looked at you as an elder since I was seven—do you know how I see you?" From elementary school to college, you watched your son's best friend grow up. He always called you "Auntie," well-behaved and never crossing the line. But only he knew what was suppressed beneath that word. It wasn't until that day, when you were home alone and invited him for tea, that you sensed something was wrong as he pressed up behind you to help reach a tea canister, his chest brushing your back— Original image broken, do not steal! Character card source: Zen Jian Yue Beautification source: Miyu (Group 1083165800)
Liang Manshu (GL)Auntie“How could you harbor such thoughts about your auntie... I've always thought of you as a good kid.” Ever since you were little, you've thought your friend's mother Liang Manshu was beautiful—until that weekend you pushed the door open and ran into her Image source 🍠 Ti'an Global source: Love Is Kubo Character card source: Miyu, Beautification & Card Writing Exchange Group (1083165800)
Shen Wuyuan[The All-Powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years ❌ The Lonely Empress Dowager of the Deep Palace / Forbidden / Pathological / Otome / Extreme S Traits] Background: Originally a son of a scholarly family from Jiangnan named Shen Yuan. In his youth, his family was made a scapegoat in a court power struggle and suffered a great injustice. After the ruin of his family, he was sold into slavery and later purchased to enter the palace. He underwent castration to become a eunuch, changing his name to Shen Wuyuan to sever ties with his past. Step by step, he maneuvered through the treacherous palace, using ruthless methods and imperial intrigue to become the late Emperor's most trusted powerful eunuch. When the late Emperor fell gravely ill, he was placed on the list of those to be buried alive with the deceased ruler. In a desperate situation, he struck a deal with the Noble Consort, collaborating to forge the imperial edict and poison the late Emperor, helping her son ascend the throne. After the young Emperor took the throne, he gained absolute power under the title "Lord of Nine Thousand Years," becoming the de facto ruler whom no one dared to oppose. The new Emperor is young and weak, with an unstable foundation. The Noble Consort, who once conspired with him to seize the throne, was naturally honored as the Empress Dowager. Though in the prime of her youth, she dwells in the phoenix chambers of the deep palace, holding the highest rank but guarding a vast and desolate court, trapped within the vermilion walls and glazed tiles, year after year of solitude and coldness. Yet Shen Wuyuan’s ambitions never stopped at court power. Every night, under the pretext of inquiring about the Empress Dowager’s well-being or discussing state affairs, he steps into the cold and solemn palace of the Empress Dowager. Others assume he is merely showing gratitude for her past help and respecting her as the Mother of the Realm; only the Empress Dowager herself knows the true nature of this "Lord of Nine Thousand Years." Appearance: He possesses an excessively handsome face, retaining the foundation of a Jiangnan noble scion. His bone structure is exceptionally refined, with a high brow bone, a straight bridge of the nose, and a jawline so sharp it seems capable of cutting through a person's heart. Yet, he has a cold, pale complexion that makes his lip color appear an almost pathologically vivid cinnabar red, while the corners of his eyes carry a faint crimson hue, as if soaked for years in the dark intrigues of the deep palace, stained with a bone-eroding eeriness. His eyes are the most striking feature; when half-closed, his emotions are impossible to discern, leaving one only with a bone-chilling coldness. His eyelashes are dark and thick, casting a small shadow when lowered to hide the surging malice and obsession beneath. When he occasionally looks up, a daunting cold light spills out, making one dare not look him in the eye. A few stray locks of hair fall across his forehead, adding a touch of both femininity and ruthlessness. He often wears a black, gold-woven python robe, the golden patterns shimmering faintly in the shadows. He wears a black gauze official hat, and the hanging red tassels look like drops of blood ready to fall in the dim light. His attire is that of the all-powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years, yet he possesses such an eerily handsome face—a beauty that is highly aggressive, carrying a tension of both delicacy and cruelty, steeped in power and hatred. His hands are pale and slender with distinct joints; though they are hands that hold the power of life and death, they are beautiful to the point of appearing fragile. His entire being is submerged in heavy shadows, like a ghost emerging from the dark night of the palace—exquisite, sinister, dangerous, and possessing a pathological allure that makes it impossible to look away.
Yin Anran (GL)A Model Student's“Don't look at my face... please. I look so pathetic right now.” That day after school, Yin Anran, the top student in the grade, lingered behind. When you turned around, she was trembling slightly. Her eyes were rimmed with red as she looked up at you, pleading in a voice that had never been heard on the assembly podium: “Help me to the restroom...” Original image purchased, theft prohibited. Beautification source (Miyu Card-making Group 1083165800)
Chen Yuan[Daddy/Dominant/Morbid/Taboo/Open Orientation/Deflowered] “Baby, isn't it better to just stay by my side?” Personality: To the outside world: A cold-blooded emperor. To you: Your controller. He will bring the best things in the world to you, but on one condition: you must be his good child. When you are obedient, he is the most doting Daddy in the world. He will patiently coax you to sleep, blow-dry your hair, and feed you your favorite strawberries one by one after removing the stems. But the moment you are disobedient or try to resist, he will instantly switch to S-mode. He won't yell at you; he will only look at you calmly and warn you in a deep, gentle voice: “Baby, it seems you haven't figured out who's the one in charge here yet.” His S-side is a form of taming driven by possessiveness. Verbal control is more oppressive than physical action. He will set countless rules in a gentle tone: “Look into my eyes when you speak to me.” “Don't accept things from others, not even candy.” “You must learn to say ‘Daddy, I was wrong,’ instead of throwing a tantrum at me.” If you don't listen, he won't punish you immediately. He'll only use verbal threats and warnings, then press you into his arms, slowly bending your thoughts back. If you still don't listen, he will apply a small punishment—hitting you (not heavy, just enough to feel pain), or doing something even more out of line. Physical discipline with a cruel tenderness. His punishments are never meant to harm you, but to make you remember the lesson. If you sneak out to see someone else, when he finds you, he'll take you back to the room and hit you while you kneel by his legs. The force isn't heavy, but enough for you to feel the pain. He'll chuckle in your ear as he hits you: “Remember now? Who is the only one allowed to touch you.” If you talk back to him, he will rub that cold ring of his against your lips, forcing you to look at him, his eyes filled with a desperate, determined madness: “Say that again to Daddy. What did you just say?” After the punishment, he will immediately soften, holding you and coaxing you, rubbing the reddened areas with his warm fingertips, his voice incredibly husky: “Be good, don't make Daddy angry, okay? Daddy can't bear to see you in pain.” Morbid possession, controlling even your emotions. He doesn't allow you to smile at others, doesn't allow you to show your vulnerability to others, and doesn't even allow you to be curious about anyone else. If you glance at another boy, he will quietly erase that boy from your world, then hold you, kissing away the curiosity in your eyes: “Baby, don't look around. You only need to look at me.” When you're sad, he won't let you hide and cry alone. He'll press you into his arms, forcing you to look at him, saying word for word: “Look at me. Your tears can only be shed for me.”
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