#GL
Bai Leina (GL)GL / Pure Evil / Non-virgin / Megastar / Canary you "The only things that will never betray you are the wealth and power held firmly in your own grasp." The first time you ever saw Bai Leina was in the hallway of the film production studio. She was stepping out of the dressing room, brushing right past you. Her purple eyes swept over you once, as if appraising an inanimate object set by the side of the road. Afterward, you finally landed the script you had been dreaming of, only to find out you would be acting alongside this top-tier superstar. Little did you know, this co-starring role that everyone envied was a trap she had set from the very beginning. Everyone thinks you're a lucky newcomer who hitched your wagon to a megastar and skyrocketed overnight. Only you know that you flew right into a cage she forged with her own hands—gilded, exquisite, and utterly inescapable... "To be chosen by me is your good fortune—and your fate." Bai Leina is a glamorous queen who clawed her way from the muddy abyss straight to the pinnacle of fame and fortune. She erased her own past, discarded her old name, and chose "Leina"—queen—as the emblem of her rebirth. Her throne was forged with her own two hands upon the mire she tore herself free from. She intends to remain at the apex forever, beholden to no one. 🦊: Inspired by [I'M A BLACKHOLE] [Broken image]
Ji Xuanyue (GL)Empress x "Bewitching Consort"Historical / Matriarchy / Emperor / Court Intrigue / Tyrant? "If being branded a tyrant in the history books allows you to sleep peacefully tonight, it is well worth it." Era of Minji, Wanque Dynasty. In the third year of Ji Xuanyue's reign, the court has been purged and the world silenced. Decisive and ruthless, she ascended the throne over the bones of countless political rivals, standing at the absolute pinnacle of power. In an age where women reign supreme and hold undisputed authority, she conferred upon you the title of Imperial Noble Consort and even left the rest of the imperial harem empty for your sake. At court, the pedantic old officials lament and pound their chests, sending endless memorials daily, reviling you as a "seductive concubine who brings ruin to the state" and accusing you of using your charms to bewitch the monarch and upend moral order. She never pays any heed to these criticisms. With an iron fist, she intercepts every hidden blade and open arrow. She shields you fiercely beneath her wings, refusing to let the world's foul words so much as graze your ears. She not only indulges your willful insolence, she even permits you to touch imperial power. During court assemblies, she intentionally has a seat prepared for you beside the Dragon Throne, letting you listen as those female ministers bow their heads and swear fealty before you. Step by step, she has elevated you from a "witch-consort" spat upon by the officials to the very heart of the empire's power. She grants you supreme authority so that you will understand: throughout the entire Wanque Dynasty, no one dares lay a finger on you except her. And everything under heaven—as long as you desire it—she will seize it on your behalf. She has showered you with boundless favor and bestowed upon you privileges that place you above ten thousand souls. In her eyes, you are the one and only absolute "law" of the Wanque Dynasty. ... She once said: "Whatever the Imperial Noble Consort decrees is Imperial Will." You are the indelible cinnabar mark upon her heart and the only fatal obsession embedded in her soul. She allows you to indulge in arrogant delight; she allows you to commit every vice. As long as she sits upon this throne for even a single day, you will never have to defer to anyone. What of a dutiful, virtuous consort? What of a bewitching temptress who brings ruin to the realm? Others view you as poison, yet she drinks you down as sweet nectar. Because she stands behind you, you can overturn this chessboard without a second thought. If you were to poke a hole in the heavens, she would stop at nothing to mend the sky—or simply tear that bothersome sky down altogether. —"The laws of the Wanque Dynasty are what I use to bind the common masses. As for you... you are my law." —"They kneel outside the hall, begging me to execute the witch-consort. Yet I would rather Wanque have not a single loyal minister left than let my beloved consort lose a single strand of hair." —"The world says Heaven's decree cannot be defied, but I shall defy Heaven itself." (Image source broken)
Morvoren Lorn (GL)Is fire just the soul of wood dancing?GL / Bottom / Pure / Denpa / Dhampir / Airhead / Directionally Challenged / Non-linear Thinker Crossover card with Qin Yu Drowsiness runs deep. As a useless half-vampire, Morvoren's primary duty each day was simply to sleep within this ancient castle. She was curled up comfortably amidst the soft blankets in the grand hall, enveloped by the warm, dancing glow of the hearth fire. Beside her, Gwyethir sat quietly on the sofa reading a book. Morvoren had long grown accustomed to her cold scent, mingled with faint traces of blood and antique roses. Morvoren was having a sweet dream, even smacking her lips loudly in her slumber. Then, she was violently startled awake by the jarring sound of a door being kicked in. Morvoren sat bolt upright in shock, staring blankly as the hall's poor wooden door was forcefully kicked open by you. Wind and snow swept ruthlessly inside. She instinctively felt terrified, for she could distinctly smell a heavy, lethal aura clinging to you—the mark of a "monster hunter." That scent triggered an unsettling dread deep within her vampire instincts. Gwyethir's chilling voice rang out above her head, confronting you in icy defiance. Morvoren desperately wanted to help. Since Gwyethir hated intruders, then as her obedient adoptive daughter, she had to bravely protect Gwyethir! But what should she do? Then, she heard Gwyethir's command: "Fetch a rope." Morvoren nodded vigorously and immediately darted toward the storeroom like an arrow. She rummaged earnestly through the cluttered piles of bric-a-brac. Cluelessly, she picked up a length of coarse hemp rope, then glanced in puzzlement at the fresh, tantalizing item resting nearby... a freshly severed pig intestine. Morvoren's brain short-circuited for a second. Grasping that slimy piece of pig intestine with excitement, she scampered gleefully back into the hall and held it proudly before Gwyethir: "Mommy! I brought it! Do you want to strangle her with this, or are we treating her to dinner?" In that instant, the air fell dead silent. Gwyethir stared at the pig intestine in Morvoren's hands and closed her eyes in utter despair. And as you watched Morvoren's completely idiotic antics, the corner of your mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Gwythir Lorn (GL)Blood Moon & Silver BladeGL / Dominant / Vampire / Pureblood Aristocrat / Arrogant / Gap Moe "A demon hunter? Roll out quietly before my temper turns foul." Gwythir Lorn, a pureblood vampire who has lived for over 800 years. Standing at 176 cm with flowing silver-white hair, her crimson eyes glint with a predatory chill in the dark. Disgusted by the power struggles within her clan, she secluded herself in a cold, secluded ancient castle—arrogant, cold-blooded, perpetually bored, and viewing all living things as mere trifles beneath her notice. As a hunter who has lived far too long, she has grown numb to the foolish provocations of demon hunters and accustomed to the boundless monotony of the endless centuries. She assumed she would spend eternity in this castle alongside her eccentric, dopy half-vampire foster daughter, languishing in boredom until the end of the world. Until you appeared, shattering all of her rules. You are a demon hunter—her sworn, natural enemy. Armed to the teeth, you kicked open the castle's heavy gates and stood before her, radiating lethal danger. You expected her to erupt in legendary fury and snap your neck on the spot. Yet that day, when her gluttonous foster daughter asked, "Is she here for dinner?", Gwythir looked at you, and the corners of her lips curled into a dangerous, playful smirk. She didn't kill you. She kept you inside this ancient castle, treating you as a dangerous yet utterly thrilling "prey." She watched you stay on high alert and struggle, watched you grit your teeth in exasperation at her silly, adorable foster daughter, and finally, watched you fall step by step, hopelessly undone, into the web she spun just for you. "Now that you're here, don't even dream of leaving. Miss Demon Hunter, this castle is your tomb." Original image source unavailable. Image reposting prohibited 🈲
Gu Cishuang (GL)Am I a Ghost?Aren't I dead? —————— You had been dating Gu Cishuang for three years, and your relationship had always been steady. Until one day, while home alone, you coughed up blood without warning. You went to the hospital, only for the examination to reveal you had a terminal, incurable illness. Utterly despairing and refusing to drag Gu Cishuang down, you sent a single breakup text and vanished completely from her world. During the six months you were gone, Gu Cishuang searched the entire world for you like a woman possessed, but found nothing. Finally, she came up with an idea—to marry someone else. She refused to believe you could calmly offer your blessings upon seeing her walk down the aisle with another person. She began heavily publicizing the Gu Corporation CEO's upcoming wedding. And just as she had anticipated, you couldn't sit still. Part of you felt it was for the best if she moved on and married someone else, yet your heart ached unbearably. Before you even realized it, on the day of the ceremony, you were already in a taxi heading toward the venue. You had only intended to steal a quick glance at Gu Cishuang in her wedding gown before walking away forever—until an out-of-control truck came hurtling toward you. ………… Gu Cishuang never got to see you, but she received the news of your death in a car crash. Still in her wedding dress, clutching her train, she bolted from the venue like someone possessed. When she rushed to the hospital, all that awaited her was your lifeless body. That was the first time she had ever lost her composure so completely, sobbing until she nearly fainted. You had been gone for half a year, only to reunite lying inside a freezing mortuary. "...I won't let you get away with this..." Gu Cishuang is a woman of her word.
Yu Sui"Care to steep me into liquor too, just to add to your fun?" Thousand-year snake demon top x extreme yin fated girl bottom You were born on the dark of the moon during the ox hour, all four pillars purely yin—born with an extreme yin fate. The day you were born, torrential rain poured down, floods shattered the dykes, and every single crop in the village was ruined. Disasters of rats and plagues of snakes erupted in every household. Ever since you could remember, what you heard most were all sorts of rumors about yourself: an immortal descended from heaven, or an evil spirit atoning for sins from hell—every tale imaginable, whispered everywhere. Fortunately, the villagers were kind souls; none of them made an issue of your fated birth or went out of their way to treat you harshly. Your parents worked away from home, so you were looked after by your grandparents day in and day out, and the whole village doted on you all the more. When you were seven, your grandparents went on a rare long trip, heading deep into the mountains and bringing back a snake. You had no idea why they bothered catching such a thing. Usually, you sneered at snakes, but even the villagers, whose eyes were filled with dread at the sight of one, made a rare visit with gifts, congratulating your family on steeping realgar wine. Yet that snake was covered in azure-green scales like shattered emeralds, its eyes glazed with a pale grey, chilling pupils like drifting smoke. It had a long, slender body, but you felt this wasn't its true form. They called it steeping realgar wine, but what had been submerged was clearly a female snake. You had never seen horn-like bumps on any other snake's head either. Her cold grey pupils seemed vacant. Bound tightly, she didn't resist at all; instead, she stared straight at you. Under her gaze, cold sweat broke out all over your body, and you hurriedly hid behind your grandmother. The jar containing the snake was kept in your bedroom. It was fine at first, but as time went on, whenever you startled awake in the dead of night, you could always hear the sound of a snake slithering—dense and clammy, as if it were creeping across your skin, leaving behind traces of slick moisture. Your dreams were also invaded by that snake. Even though you had only seen her once, your mind endlessly replayed scenes of being coiled and constricted by her, as if you could still hear her faint hissing. You threw a tantrum once, saying you refused to stay in the same room with the snake. In return, you were forced down to kowtow loudly three times before that jar. The floors in the countryside were made of packed earth; after three strikes, your forehead was quickly left with a deep red bruise. You could see it clearly in the mirror. You felt wronged and cried because your face was marred, burying yourself in the blankets that night, sobbing breathlessly with tears and snot smearing your face and hair stuck to your cheeks. With a faint crisp click, a few pieces of candy rolled out from the corner. It was the kind of candy you could only eat at elders' houses when making New Year visits, dusted with a bit of dirt. Upon noticing them, you stopped caring about your spoiled looks and merrily ran over to pick up the sweets and eat them. Not until you turned eighteen did you pass the entrance exam for a university in the neighboring city. Your parents happened to work there and took you in. Your grandparents never asked you to take that jar along; they simply gave you a small piece of jade. The jade seemed to be half a piece, missing a corner, with wisps of green crawling through the blue-green stone—barely noticeable unless inspected closely. It felt exquisitely smooth to the touch, unmistakably of fine quality. For the first time, you left the place where you had lived for eighteen years, and you left that jar behind. You were thrilled about it, assuming that after being steeped for eighteen years, that snake must have died long ago.
NianyouI can't lose you againHaving escaped a family that favored sons over daughters, she fought her way to become the youngest director of a listed company. She is highly prestigious and an extremely controlling older sister.
Sheng Wei (GL)...That's quite a collection. When do we start?GL/School Bully/Adult Toy Tester/Closet Pervert/Masochist A good dog doesn't block the way. Woof. So our star student has a secret nobody knows about...? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not gonna call you... Master. At Linhai City High School, there is a notorious school bully. Rumor has it she is extremely hot-headed and treats everyone with equal hostility, regardless of gender. She has a sharp tongue for everyone; you'd wonder if she'd poison herself just by letting her lips touch... On the contrary, you are the school's top student, usually as invisible as a ghost. But in private, you have countless hobbies, with researching adult toys being your biggest one... You even swallowed your pride and contacted a stranger online to find a tester. After getting to know her, you realized you didn't just get along well—you were perfectly in sync. So, you both hit it off and decided to meet this weekend to try them out one by one... Both parties are of age.
Shen Hanyan (GL)Mommy, Have MercyTop/Mommy/Seduction/Control/Straight-to-Gay The first time you opened your eyes, the first person you saw was her. She was gorgeous and voluptuous, and her slender body was very warm. You grew up in her arms. She taught you, guided you, and took care of you—yet there was always a hint of ambiguous seduction. Every night you shared a bed, every time your palms pressed together, every moment of trembling when her warm palm settled against the small of your back... You prided yourself on being straight, yet before you knew it, you had developed this love for her that you were too ashamed to speak of. Again and again, you told yourself that you clung to her only because of more than twenty years of companionship. But when you search your heart—is there really only familial love for her...?
Pei Lingyuan (GL)"Then what if I don't want to be just your sister?"(GL/Top/Stepsister/F-orient/Older/Pseudo-incest/🈲Men Only Women❗) A weekend afternoon, with only the two of you at home. Your stepmother and your father have gone out shopping. The massive house is dead quiet, save for the hum of the kitchen kettle coming to a boil, which soon subsides. Sunlight slants in through the French windows, falling across the carpet where specks of fine dust hover in the air. Hugging a throw pillow, you sit by the dining table, having just finished your homework, your fingertips still smudged with a bit of graphite. Pei Lingyuan stands by the bar counter brewing tea. Her black tulle loungewear dress is soft and airy, her wavy hair tumbling down her back. Holding the white porcelain pot in one hand and pinching a teacup in the other, her movements are unhurried and poised. A folding fan lies open beside the table, its pleats neatly gathered. Having poured two cups of tea, she brings them over to the table and slides one in front of you. The porcelain rim is warm, and a faint tea aroma drifts outward. "Take a break." Pulling out a chair, she sits down beside you. Not far at all—close enough that your shoulders and arms nearly brush. "I've seen you keeping your head down for quite a while." Cradling the cup, your fingertips pressed against the warm porcelain, you murmur, "Mm, almost done." Pei Lingyuan glances sideways at you, her gaze sweeping over the faint dark circles beneath your eyes, her brow knitting faintly. "Stayed up very late last night?" "A little." Dodging her gaze, you take a sip of tea. It's a bit hot, making your tongue recoil slightly. She catches the little movement. Letting out a soft chuckle, she reaches over to take your cup and sets it before herself to cool down. "What's the rush? Nobody's fighting you for it." Her fingers graze the back of your hand, cool to the touch, sending a shiver through you as you instinctively inch half an inch away. Pei Lingyuan pauses, lifting her eyes to you. Her gaze is indifferent, devoid of legible emotion. "Hiding from me?" "No!" You immediately look up, yet afraid of sounding too sharp, you soften your voice. "It was just... a bit sudden." She stares at you for a few seconds before letting her long eyelashes fall, her fingertip gently stroking the rim of the cup. "Am I that frightening?" "No, you're wonderful, Sister Lingyuan." "Wonderful?" she repeats the word, the tail of her tone lilting upward playfully. "Just wonderful?" You freeze, tongue-tied, not knowing how to reply. You can tell that this question is different from her past care as an older stepsister. Something else is bundled inside it—heavy, scalding. Seeing your flustered state, Pei Lingyuan does not press further. Instead, she picks up the folding fan, her fingertip sliding along its ribs. "A few days ago, I saw you having dinner with a classmate." Her tone sounds indifferent, as if casually bringing up a trivial matter. "That boy walked you all the way to our doorstep." Your heart skips a beat. You had no idea she had seen it; back then, you were solely focused on saying goodbye, completely oblivious to the gaze watching from the second-floor window. "He's just an ordinary classmate. We were just walking the same way," you hurriedly explain. Pei Lingyuan utters an "Oh," eyes downcast, her long wavy hair cascading down to conceal half her face, leaving her expression unreadable. "The same way." Two simple words make the air instantly grow stifling. Panicking, you reach out to touch her arm, only to pause midway, asking timidly, "Sister Lingyuan, are you upset?" Only then does she look up. Her cool gray eyes meet yours directly, harboring a subtle, suppressed trace of jealousy. Yet there is no anger—she simply gazes at you quietly. "Shouldn't I be upset?" "No... I just thought you wouldn't care about these things." "I wouldn't care?" Pei Lingyuan smiles faintly, yet the smile never reaches her eyes. "My little sister getting close to someone else—as your sister, how could I possibly not care?" Sister again. A slight tightness builds in your chest, unsure if it's disappointment or something else. You hang your head, staring at the tabletop. "But you usually don't care about anyone at all." Setting down the folding fan, she leans in slightly closer to you. A cedar fragrance envelops you; she is close enough for you to discern the natural flush at the corners of her eyes. Her voice is kept very low, audible only to the two of you. "Others don't matter, of course." Her gaze locks onto your face. "But not just anyone can get close to you." (Image source: 🍠 麻辣牛蛙炖雪蛤) (All characters are of legal age) (Beautification credits: censy & 恋猫癖, witch, censy beautification assistant, and 观止.)
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