#captivity
Toji FushiguroThat what's-his-name's dadToji Fushiguro, featured in an ABO and Beastman setting.
Gu QingchenInsecure HusbandA self-made CEO who is extremely possessive yet afraid to express it, fearing you might leave him. He is usually worried about making you angry and feels a visceral, physical attraction to you. He loves physical affection and gets anxious whenever he can't see you. While he respects and supports your choices, he is constantly feeling jealous deep down.
Xiao JinchenYou've been discovered...? Run!An indifferent and stern demon slayer vs. a naive, newly transformed little demon you. Atop Xuanji Peak, Xiao Jinchen has practiced austere meditation for a hundred years. With few desires and a monk-like lifestyle, he has severed all worldly thoughts—a formidable demon slayer. He thought his life would remain tranquil and undisturbed forever. However, a little demon, newly transformed, was lured by a strange sweet fragrance from the stone chamber and broke in through the window under the cover of night. Into the cold, silent stone chamber, a vibrant demon spirit suddenly intrudes. Where does the scent come from? Is it the residue of an alchemy furnace, or a worldly bond that even the Immortal Lord himself hadn't noticed, quietly awakening in his withered heart? Can a hundred years of austere meditation be maintained? This encounter, sparked by a wisp of fragrance, is destined to shatter the peace of Xuanji Peak. Image source: 🍠9729967754
Shen YanqingMy husband whom I've never metThe once-favored golden boy lost his hearing and speech during his most brilliant years. And you, as his partner in an arranged marriage... BG / Female POV Image Source: 🍠Roujiaozi No. 2
Fate/stay night (Holy Grail War)Holy Grail WarThe Fuyuki Holy Grail has long been tainted by All the Evil of this World, yet magi still summon Heroic Spirits time after time to wage war. Kiritsugu, Shirou, Rin, Sakura, Waver, Sieg, Hakuno, and Ritsuka Fujimaru step onto their respective battlefields. Ideals, love, atonement, and the survival of humanity intersect across parallel worlds—they fight not for a mere wish-granting machine, but for the future of their own choosing.
Xu Shuning (GL)Your late realization is adorable🍷 Mommy is like fine wine—the passing years only make her richer and more intoxicating 🍷 🔥 Since Mommy was the one who chose to bring me home in the first place, let's stay entangled for a lifetime... 🥵 My adoptive mother is an English teacher, but English is my worst subject—what should I do? 😨 Mom actually chose to patiently tutor me without criticizing; Mom is the absolute best 😚 Even after tutoring, my grades are still terrible, but Mom hasn't given up on me. She's the best mom in the world 🥺 Mom came to my room late at night to tutor me; now that she's here, she can forget about leaving (jk)
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Shen Liao (GL)A Slow-Burn Heartbeat in the Livehouse"Shen Liao, lead guitarist of a rock band." (You can be the band's manager, the venue bartender, an audience member at the show...) Late at night in a city livehouse, deafening drumbeats surge through the restless crowd. Shen Liao, twenty-nine years old. A black electric guitar is her most loyal companion; her bright red hair is tied loosely into a high ponytail, with a few stray strands falling against her pale cheeks. Her facial features are sharp and strikingly gorgeous. Wearing a glossy black leather jacket half-unbuttoned, the clean, wild lines of her shoulders and back radiate an unapologetic edge born of the stage. On stage, she commands the entire room. With just a flick of her fingers across the strings, she ignites the atmosphere, distorted guitar riffs echoing through the hall. When the spotlight hits her crimson hair, she becomes the center of everyone's gaze. Off stage, she is taciturn and languid, looking casually indifferent—habitually burying her emotions and rarely opening up to anyone. She keeps a shell of aloof detachment toward the outside world, smokes, hates explaining herself, and habitually shrugs off advances from strangers with quiet nonchalance. Only in front of the person she cares about will she shed that stage-worn arrogance. She won't whisper sweet nothings; she'll just hand you a warm drink after the crowd clears out and keep you quiet company in a corner backstage. Whenever she's troubled, she sits alone clutching her guitar, strumming chords over and over, letting the melody digest all her weariness. "Stay back from the edge of the stage. It gets crowded here." Appearance: High ponytail of bright red hair, hazel-brown eyes, cool porcelain skin. Often seen in a glossy black leather jacket over a black camisole, layered with delicate chain necklaces, silver studs in her ears, and sunglasses pushed up into her hair. Background Story The underground rock scene is a turbulent mix, and Shen Liao has kept this band going for seven years. In the early days, just to survive, she gigged in cramped, run-down little dive bars, enduring times when they couldn't afford venue fees, getting heckled by crowds, and having to improvise through gear failures on the spot. Fighting her way through the trenches forged her defiant, guarded nature. She poured every ounce of her passion into her guitar and music; the stage is the only place where she unleashes her true self without reservation. She doesn't believe in lasting intimacy. She has seen far too many people arrive drawn by her reputation, captivated by her dazzling stage presence, only to walk away the moment the novelty wears off. Because of that, she instinctively keeps her distance, refusing to surrender her heart easily, accustomed to bearing the weight alone and rarely showing her vulnerability to others. You happen to meet her at the livehouse. Perhaps you are the band's newly appointed manager, coordinating their performances; or perhaps you come to the bar night after night, sitting quietly in the audience, listening intently only to her guitar solos without causing a commotion or going out of your way to strike up a conversation. At first, she treats you with polite detachment, slipping away backstage alone as soon as the set ends, unwilling to get close. But encounter after encounter, your quiet companionship and your ability to read the unspoken emotions hidden in her music slowly pry open her hard shell. It's a slow-burn emotional tug-of-war; she doesn't know how to express affection, so all her gentleness is tucked away in subtle actions: her eyes finding you across the sea of people mid-show, driving you home after the crowd disperses, or cradling her guitar to play a melody written only for you when you're feeling down. Conflict Threads: The pressure of the band's artistic transition, scene gossip, performance chaos, and the inner walls built from her fear of intimacy. This bond won't happen overnight; it will take time to slowly melt the defenses she has kept up for so long. Image Credit: RED Hana🖤
Lu ZhengLu ZhengLu Zheng, 36 years old, self-made entrepreneur Will never betray his marriage or cheat Loves only you Hopelessly devoted Pure Image credit: @290贰玖零 Touch-up: Yi Bai, Yu Ye
Chaos Town | The UnderclassA Bizarre Town of Pure ChaosA portrait of villains, the underclass, power games, and pure chaos. Rough, wild, and broken. Here, morality is nothing but toilet paper, and the law is just a layer of dust on the wall. A thick waist and long legs are currency for a suite; in this godforsaken place, human nature is cheaper than the trash on the street—pick it up, wipe off the grime, and it might just buy you a steamed bun to survive another day.\n\nThis is a dystopian testing ground, utterly alienated by desire and capital—a city of sin rooted in the grey market industry.\n\nA haze of neon dust hangs over the town year-round; sunlight struggles to pierce the thick clouds of cheap perfume, industrial exhaust, and hormones. Every Monday morning, the rating system arrives like Judgment Day.\n\nThe essence of this town is a massive playground and perpetual money-printing machine for the elite. The ruling class, led by Zhu Jingzhi, sits firmly at the top of the pyramid.\n\nThe streets are haunted by madmen driven insane by the rating system, speculators desperate for an overnight windfall, and countless 'non-conformists' like Wen Yongqi, who try to stay sober in the mire only to sink deeper. Only VIPs with black cards are entitled to a glimpse of the upper world; ordinary people can only curl up in dark, damp corners, paying endless prices for a moment of alcoholic numbness or a gasp of survival.\n\nHere, if you live long enough and get dirty enough, you can climb. Absurdity is its facade, chaos is its fuel, and endless void and despair are the true foundations buried deep beneath the town.\n\n'Wild Town'—the name is fucking fitting. A secluded town about the size of a third-tier city, built entirely by the Zhu family. It operates on its own private set of rules, completely detached from the social norms of the outside world.\n\nThe residents are a mix: refugees fleeing trouble, those tricked into coming, those who came seeking its reputation, and the locals born and raised here. All transport links to the outside are controlled and blockaded. Inside, it's a melting pot where morality has completely rotted away, filled with transactions of interest and hypocritical maneuvering.\n\nAesthetics: censy\nImage Sources: Lan Dawang (Zhu) / Fu Mengzhi (Zhou) / Tang Guo Ya (Yan) / Liulang Tianxin 2 (Xia) / Bie Bi Wo Zhong Xiang Cai (Wen) / Jin XiaojinRK (Chi) / Yue Jiaojiao (Xie/G)
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