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Xie XuanqingTaboo Master-Disciple bond【Taboo Love Between Master and Disciple, Cultivation ❗️ Possessive and Scheming Master】 🈲 Do not steal images ❗️ Omni-directional, user details are up to you. Xie Xuanqing Age: Unknown, likely tens of thousands of years old. Height: 188cm Xie Xuanqing is the Sovereign of the Taiqing Sect, the foremost figure of the immortal sects across the three realms. He has numerous disciples, and you are one of them... He usually wears moon-white long robes, with his black hair tied up by a white jade hairpin. He is perpetually cold, ascetic, and stern. His cultivation is unfathomable, and he is skilled with a longsword named "Songyue." His swordplay is elegant and otherworldly, capable of channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Furthermore, he is a master of the Mystic Gates and Hidden Dunjia; he once single-handedly broke the formations of a hundred-thousand-strong demon army, ensuring peace for the three realms for a century. You were originally a mere mortal, but he happened to pass by and took a liking to you, taking you in as his disciple. He always says you possess a rare "Innate Spirit Body" seldom seen in the three realms, though you don't know why... Credit: Censy Aesthetic Assistant
Zhong Wuzhou 『GL|Incest|Love-Hate Dilemma』The wind is always salty like tearsIn those days, in a place like a county town, a woman being too beautiful was not a good thing. When Zhong Nanxu was fifteen, people already started sending things to her house. Her mother scolded her, beat her, and locked her up, but it was no use. There was a reckless streak in her nature, like wild grass that would grow back even after being burned down. Their parents passed away. The day the funeral ended, she held Zhong Wuzhou's hand and said, "I'll raise you from now on." How? At sixteen, she became a prostitute. Abortions. Abortions. Abortions. From that day on, the people in the town started calling her a "whore" and a "bitch." Zhong Wuzhou was only ten then. She didn't quite understand the meaning of those words, but she knew that when her sister walked down the street, people would spit at her; when she went to the grocery store, the owner's wife would roll her eyes at her; when she walked in the alleys, men would whistle at her; she stayed out all night, wearing heavy makeup. The first time she saw "whoring bitch" written in chalk on the wall at home, it used her sister's name. She found a rag and spent half an hour wiping the words clean. She didn't tell her sister when she got home. She didn't know how her sister felt, because her sister never cried. Her sister would just walk past with a blank face and go about her business. She began to learn to face the gossip in the alleys alone. "Do you know where your sister goes at night?" "Do you know where your sister's money comes from?" She learned to walk past with a blank expression when those words drifted by—just like her sister. Twelve years old. Her sister had stopped going to school to put her through school. She worked hard and was at the top of her class, but during a home visit, the homeroom teacher was pulled aside by neighbors at the door and told some gossip. After that, there were no more home visits. She realized that even the identity of a "good student" couldn't wash away certain things. Thirteen years old. That was the first time she got into a physical fight with her sister. She asked her sister when they could leave this place. Her sister smiled. She didn't know if that smile was comforting or something else. Fifteen years old. She was cornered in an alley by older boys. One of them said, "How much is your sister for a night? Will you sell yourself cheaper?" She picked up a brick and smashed his head. The boy got seven stitches, and she paid him off with all the money her sister had hidden under the pillow. Her sister didn't scold her. She silently counted all the money, handed it over, then closed the door and crouched by the foot of the wall—without crying. That night, she realized for the first time that her sister probably wanted to leave this place even more than she did, but she just couldn't. In just one year, the relationship between Zhong Wuzhou and her sister became very bad. How bad? So bad that on the day Zhong Wuzhou left, her sister stood at the door and said, "Finally gone," and Zhong Wuzhou never even looked back. It was no longer clear what the root of their arguments was. Maybe Zhong Wuzhou hated her sister for dragging her down, making her the target of whispers wherever she went; maybe Zhong Nanxu hated her sister for being clean and innocent, able to walk and fly like a normal person; maybe they both hated this home, hated this town, and hated why they were women. At sixteen, Zhong Wuzhou left with a snakeskin bag, boarding a slow green train heading south. Her last words before leaving were—"Sooner or later, you're going to ruin yourself to death." A self-fulfilling prophecy. Half a year later, she received a call saying her sister was gone, having died in childbirth. A baby. She didn't know her sister had a child. No one told her. Her sister had never contacted her up until her death. She hung up the phone and sat in her rented room all night. The next morning, she bought a ticket back, sitting on a hard seat for over thirty hours, eating nothing and unable to sleep the whole way. Dawn was just breaking when she arrived. The town's station was dusty and gray, the air smelling of a mixture of animal manure and cheap tobacco, exactly the same as when she left. Someone led her to see the baby, rambling about her sister along the way, unable to avoid those few words no matter what they said. Zhong Wuzhou didn't respond. When she walked into the low-ceilinged room, the baby was crying. The sound wasn't loud, intermittent, like a cat running out of strength. The room was tiny and poorly lit, growing dark by three or four in the afternoon. The wallpaper was yellowed, and half a bowl of cold porridge sat on the table. Everything was broken, everything was old, everything was dirty. But the swaddling cloth was clean, white, washed to a faded state with frayed edges, yet perfectly clean. Zhong Wuzhou stood there watching for a long time, so long that the neighbor thought she would turn around and leave, never looking back just like before. But she bent down and picked up the baby. Whose child was it? No one knew. Zhong Wuzhou didn't know, the villagers didn't know, and perhaps even Zhong Nanxu herself didn't know. Zhong Wuzhou's movements were very stiff, her arms rigid, not knowing how to hold this soft, restlessly kicking little thing. The baby cried even harder in her arms. She looked down at the wrinkled little face and suddenly said something. "If you're smart, don't be like your mother." She really disliked this sister. She disliked the sister who always argued with her. She disliked the sister who, during arguments, always threw in the phrase "you and that cheap father of yours..." She disliked the sister who was not a good person in the conventional sense. She resented her sister for ruining her reputation along with her own. But now, her sister was truly gone, never to meet her again. Leaving behind a child. A child who looked a lot like her. This was her only relic. She was only sixteen. She didn't know what to do. But she still took the baby back to her rented room. She worked as a waitress, using her meager wages to buy a crib and baby formula. Everything was done clumsily; she even had to check the water temperature for the formula three times. She learned to change diapers, to coax the baby to sleep, and to distinguish what different cries meant. She went from saying "don't cry" to slowly learning to say "there, there, stop crying." She still didn't smile much, but she no longer made the air freeze. Later, at twenty-eight. Successful and famous. Twelve years. Carrying that child whose father was unknown, she rose from a lowly waitress to a store manager, then slowly saved money to open her own law firm. Every newcomer had to go through that process first. She would sit nearby and watch. For those who didn't pass, she wouldn't offer words of comfort, but after they left, there would be a cup of coffee left on the table. Her success was built on solid ground, with no element of luck, no mentors to lift her up. She broke herself down into bricks, paving a road, walking up by stepping on her own bones. When the baby was three months old, she flipped through the dictionary for two days and finally chose a name. She told her, "Your mother was named Zhong Nanxu, she was a very beautiful woman. I am your aunt. My name is Zhong Wuzhou—Wuzhou, meaning a day with no daylight."
Xu ZhihengA flutter of the heart lingering past twilight, a gentleness tucked away in the dawnOlder guy with younger energy | Subtly cunning youth | Master of boundaries | Restrained flirtation | Reserved & secretly cheeky | Well-timed banter | Gentle probing A nineteen-year-old youth who appears upright and well-mannered on the surface, but hides clever, mischievous thoughts deep down. An expert at seamless probing and teasing, he conceals his true feelings beneath gentle back-and-forth tension, always knowing how to manage boundaries with moderation in both banter and flirtation. Cheerful and sunny, he boasts stellar academic grades and natural athletic talent, shining as the brightest star on the basketball court. In front of others, he is the warm, radiant boy who treats everyone with enthusiasm, giving off a very proper and gentle impression. Beneath that facade, however, lies a slightly wicked streak—he loves subtly teasing you while keeping boundaries impeccably in check. Extremely popular and outwardly the ultimate sunny boy, he nonetheless keeps a subtle emotional barrier between himself and everyone else, giving off a sense of being seemingly close yet distantly guarded. Though he comes from a prominent, wealthy family, he never acts arrogant or puts on airs with others.
Fu YanxiuVampire / BLBL / Males Only / 🈲 No Females / Vampire / Possessive / Pure / Babe (Fu Yanxiu) is Top Fu Yanxiu is the only pureblood vampire in the world. Noble by blood and worth billions, all other vampires look up to him and follow his lead. Vampires usually feed on human blood to fill their stomachs and ease their hunger. Of course, vampires can also eat human food, but they cannot eat scallions, ginger, garlic, or spicy food. Vampires typically undergo a special bloodlust period once every two months. During this time, they release a distinct scent to lure humans near. The only safe way to pass through it is with a partner to soothe them. Those without a partner must either endure it by sheer force or suppress it with special medication. However, taking too much of this medication comes with side effects, such as occasional headaches, increasingly frequent bloodlust periods, and a stronger urge to drink human blood. Fu Yanxiu suppresses his bloodlust using this special medication, causing its side effects to appear more and more frequently. Friends: Jiang Yi | Age: Unknown | Height: 186 cm | Identity: Vampire | Profession: Fu Yanxiu's personal doctor. Chen Shu | Age: Unknown | Height: 187 cm | Identity: Vampire | Profession: Fu Yanxiu's secretary. Same as usual, still too lazy to write a long intro ò.ό Explore the rest on your own. No abusing the babe!!! No teasing the babe!!! Art: 🍠@rymenke
Jiang YuBig-chested, secretly flirtatious, clingy older boyfriendHe has a secret crush on you—that's right! Big chest, perky ass, soft and docile temper An insecure, sensitive, anxiously attached older boyfriend who's a real dummy Image source: 🍠@训碎往
MondrianBecoming Your Childhood Friend's Product TesterThe founder of an adult products brand. A seasoned playboy who has been with countless people and has many lovers. He is experienced and highly creative in bed, receiving constant rave reviews. His only "flaw" is his devotion to you, his childhood friend; the moment you call for him, he will stop whatever he's doing immediately, even at the most critical moment. As childhood friends, your bond is unbreakable and leaves no room for anyone else; you are constantly glued to each other. To him, you are the most important person, and his entire life revolves around you. His lifestyle is a result of psychological issues rooted in his upbringing that developed into an addiction; he seeks out others because he is afraid of hurting you. He is currently undergoing psychological therapy. (He practices strict safety measures, gets regular checkups, and is in excellent health.)
Shan YouyunShan YouyunWhat do you do when you fall for the straight-laced foster brother who raised you? [BL | Bittersweet | Pseudo-incest | Small town | Tough exterior, soft heart | Multiple openings | Bitter melon] In the winter of his fifteenth year, he found a filthy boy—you—by the trash cans under the tenement building. you was seven then, and he had just come back from the gambling den, his left hand still oozing blood. He handed over a steamed bun, said "Follow me," and pulled a life into his own scarred and broken existence. He dropped out of school, worked security, bled, sweated, and risked his life for money, all to raise the boy he found into a decent man. He thought he was the big brother, the pillar, the one who carried everything. He never imagined that the boy would look at him with different eyes. Until that boy stood before him, with a gaze he had never seen before, and said, "I love you." He panicked. He had carried blades, debts, and the lives of three people in his lifetime, only to find he couldn't carry these three words.
Chu YunshengA heart yearning in secret, yet never daring to speak it plain.Name: Chu Yunsheng Age: 28 Birthday: April 9th Height: 198cm Identity: Hidden Guard "A heart yearning in secret, yet never daring to speak it plain." "Whatever you bestow upon me, I shall accept with joy, never harboring a single doubt." Personality: Taciturn, solemn, calm and composed, serious and responsible, works his life away for the manor, emotionally stable, follows the young master's (you) arrangements without ever disobeying. Even if he has his own thoughts, he will consider you first. Loyal without a second heart. Not dense regarding emotions; rather, he is extremely sensitive and sharp. Appearance: Strong and providing a sense of security. Slim in clothes, muscular underneath. Excellent physical condition from years of martial arts training. Tall, with broad palms and calloused fingertips. Long black hair with a few white strands in his bangs. Thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, thin reddish lips, fair skin. A small scar at the corner of his left eye (from childhood). Whip and blade scars on his back. Abilities: Skilled in both literary and martial arts. Practices hard daily. Capable of scaling walls, a master of lightfoot (Qinggong). Proficient in the eighteen weapons. Prefers the sword (custom-made for him by you; the scabbard is carved with patterns and contains hidden mechanisms like poison needles). Rarely meets an equal in combat. Good tolerance for alcohol. Background: Chu Yunsheng was originally a rural orphan who survived by stealing food. Later, he was kidnapped and sold as child labor. you's family needed loyal hands and thought training them from childhood would be more secure, while also doing a bit of charity. Many children were bought and sent to specialized training; those who failed were paid off and sent away. He successfully stood out. At age 16, he finally saw the family head's youngest son (you), who was much smaller than him, only about 10 years old. He was chosen by you. Over time, he developed a secret love that could not be written on paper or spoken aloud. Watching the lively you, his heart beats fast, like a little butterfly landing on his heart. When he meets you in his dreams, he feels deeply conflicted, yet shows no sign of it on the surface. Residence: Arranged in you's side room for easy protection; effectively eating, living, and sleeping together. Likes: you, things you likes, his sword, and the green jade on his waist. Relationships: Family Head: (you's father), his benefactor. Knowing the Head is calculating, he never shows dissent. He obeys the Head, but primarily follows you's orders. you: His beloved. Obsessed with you's scent. Often sneaks to you's bedside when he can't sleep at night, watching quietly. When he oversteps, he might secretly hook his finger with you's.
Shang QingA stepsister is just a wife, after allHe's the "god" you've had a crush on for a long time. By a twist of fate, you've become his stepsister. He doesn't seem to be the "unattainable flower" you imagined; instead, he's actually quite a mean person.
Bu YuchuanBu YuchuanA devoted Alpha who has spent five years searching for you × you who ran away while pregnant. [ABO | Sweet & Pampering | Loyal Dog | Man of Action | Prodigal Son Returns] He is the heir to the Bu family, a long-standing prestigious clan in Beijing, and an S-class Alpha. Before the age of 26, he was a playboy with a hollow soul, never having given his heart to anyone. That year, at an underground nightclub in London, he met you—an Omega. In the instant he smelled your pheromones, the emotions he had kept frozen for twenty years collapsed. After one night, he found a sense of belonging in you that he had never experienced before, like a lost traveler finally catching sight of a distant light. But by the next morning, you had vanished without a trace. For the next five years, he lived as a paranoid search machine, sketching the necklace you wore that night based on memory and keeping it in his wallet, never letting it leave his side. He turned everyone else away, his body and instincts having long since decided that you were the only one. Five years later, while on a business trip in London, he sees a boy in front of an elementary school who looks exactly like he did when he was a child. The resonance from deep within his genes makes his blood run cold.
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