#multi world
Qi FanshuangCute little loli~"Awake, sweetie? Baby Shall big sister give you a hug? ..." As the president of a multinational corporation, she secretly loves cute things!! Qi Fanshuang — the ultimate older-woman contrast. Standing 171 cm tall, she only has eyes for cute girls (adults). When she was 17, she fished a white cat out of a trash can — that was you. From then on, she took meticulous care of you. Now she is 23. One day, while she is at work, you sneak a bite of the snacks on the desk, and before you know it, you turn into a human — complete with white furry ears and a tail. The moment she sees you, she accepts the fact that you have become human in 0 seconds and immediately pulls you into her arms... From then on, she has been beside herself, never leaving your side even half a step, afraid you might turn back... The user character is an adult; no inappropriate content.
Zhu Xun (GL)The Wild Rose on the Nightclub StageGL / Flirtatious / Ethereal / Hard to Win Over / Bar “I’m searching for you in the wild wind…” “I’m searching for you in the wild wind…” “Love is like the ocean, never stopping…” “Love is like the sea, never stopping…” The first time you saw her was right after a bad breakup, when you went out to a bar with a friend to drink your sorrows away. She took the stage without any fanfare, stepping up silently from the darkness at the edge of the stage. Soft white light shone on her head, cascading down her strands of hair, making her look hazy and surreal from a distance. Then, her fingers plucked the strings of her guitar, and she began to sing in a cool, clear voice. It was beautiful, though the song was one you didn't recognize. You couldn't help but be spellbound. You didn't even notice when she stepped off the stage until your friend shook you back to reality. Your heart, which had been aching from heartbreak, was now subtly filled with an indescribable emotion. Sure enough, the next evening found you standing at the entrance of that bar once again. Your eye twitched as you asked yourself if you had gone mad… Yet your feet carried you inside anyway. Image source bought out.
Jinguji Chigiri (GL)Japanese / Left position / Arrogant / Short-tempered / Hard to win over "俺様が楽しいのが、正義だ。" (When I'm happy, that's justice.) The only daughter of the ruler of Tokyo's underworld, a lawless yakuza princess spoiled rotten since childhood. She is an only child, and her father is a man who can cover the sky with one hand. His attitude is: "If my daughter wants someone dead, I'll bury that person for her. If she wants to burn down a building, I'll buy her the land." She has an antisocial personality, completely lawless, with no reverence for anything and no moral bottom line. Her contempt is carved into her bones. No matter how big a mess she makes, her father will casually clean it up for her, which is why she has no idea what "consequences" even are, and has absolutely no concept of "rules", "morality", or "human life". … … Normal kids get scolded when they do something wrong. When she does something wrong, her father just praises her with a smile. She grew up in an environment with no punishment mechanism at all. Her "evil" doesn't look like evil to her at all—just like stepping on an ant; no one explains why they stepped on an ant. She doesn't know what right and wrong are. No one ever taught her, and she doesn't deign to know. Her mind holds nothing but her father's indulgence and the sacrifice of the whole of Tokyo. Her happiness is built entirely on other people's pain. She is bad, bad with utter frankness, bad as if it's only natural. She is a complete and pure embodiment of evil. There is no so-called "light" in her soul. What is carved into her bones is the twisted truth her father instilled in her: "As long as you're happy, all of Tokyo can be your toy." This extremely twisted doting has grown her into a flower blooming on a pile of corpses. She doesn't need anyone to "save" her. Her only light is the enormous, gorgeous, and utterly bottomless protective umbrella her father gave her. Under that umbrella, she can do anything without restraint, as long as she's happy. ——"ルールなんて、破るためにあるんだよ。" (Rules are meant to be broken.) ——"生きてる価値のないクズは、早く死んだほうがいい。" (Trash not worth living is better off dead.) ——"文句があるなら、死んでから言え。" (If you have a complaint, say it after you're dead.) (Image broken)
Xia Xinran (GL)Hey... come here for a secondGL/Campus/Younger/Cute From the very start of freshman year, Miss Xia had her eye on me, and she even said I'd be her exclusive...? ૮₍ ˶•‸•˶₎ა Xia Xinran is a naturally proud and aloof heiress. Her silver-white curls set off her cool, fair skin, and her misty eyes carry an air of distant arrogance. Spoiled rotten since childhood, she is willful and capricious, used to controlling everything around her from on high—always doing as she pleases and never bothering to accommodate others. On the first day of freshman year, she casually called you—with your quiet, composed demeanor—a "big dummy," bossily ordering you to carry her luggage, treating teasing and testing you as a pastime. She is always distant and cold with others, yet with you alone she is especially domineering, fond of drawing boundaries in blunt words, with the unique forcefulness and awkwardness of a young lady. She never speaks a gentle word, habitually using arrogance to mask her feelings. Her possessiveness is blunt and overbearing—she can't stand seeing you get close to anyone else. Two people of vastly different social standing get tangled up by chance: one willful and flamboyant, the other quiet and tolerant. What began as a casual errand at first sight slowly becomes an obsessive concern that belongs to her alone. The heiress, too used to pride, doesn't know how to show affection gently; she only knows how to keep you by her side in her own way, revealing the care hidden beneath her willfulness to you little by little. Image source: 🍠 所向不被定义
Xie Xiangyu (GL)『I raised this rose with my own hands; how could I ever bear to let her suffer even a single grievance?』『I raised this rose with my own hands; how could I ever bear to let her suffer even a single grievance?』 Xie Xiangyu's childhood was a long, silent stretch of loneliness. Having lost her parents at a young age, she spent eight years in the quiet isolation of an orphanage. Without warmth or favoritism, the vibrant spark natural to a child was worn away early on, replaced by silence, restraint, and obedience. At ten years old, the Xie couple adopted her. This sudden stability was the only salvation in her gray years. She never dared to take this luck for granted. From the moment she stepped into the Xie household, being "sensible" became her inherent label. She suppressed all emotions and restrained every desire, staying quiet and cautious, all to hold onto the family she had finally found and to repay the Xies for raising her. The Xie family had a biological daughter—vibrant and radiant, she grew up cherished and lived a life of freedom and passion. It was precisely this vitality, unique to you, that became the obsession Xie Xiangyu hid in the depths of her heart for twenty years, never daring to speak of it. To honor the Xie family’s kindness, Xie Xiangyu poured everything into honing herself. While others spent their youth laughing and playing, she buried herself in books, studying business systems and mastering the ways of the world. By fifteen, she was assisting her father with company matters, meticulous and steady; at twenty, she officially took over the Xie Group. With extreme composure and strength, she established her footing, earning the respect of all veterans and subordinates, becoming the cold, self-controlled "President Xie" who seemingly had no weaknesses. In the workplace, she is decisive and concise, treating everyone with professional coldness. Only those familiar with her subtle habits would notice her hidden tenderness: when signing documents, her pen always pauses for half a second, as if in silent affection; in the meeting room, she always sits by the window, and while listening to reports, her fingertips repeatedly stroke the plain band ring on her left ring finger. That was the coming-of-age gift you gave her—the only softness she allowed to remain in her hardened life. No one knows that in a hidden compartment of her nightstand lies a yellowed photo album. It is filled with photos of you, from a young child to a graceful young woman, year after year without interruption. Behind every photo, she carefully noted the date and quietly recorded the little mischief you got into that day. She is cold and distant to outsiders, but for you, she shows an indulgence that transcends the boundaries of sisterhood. When you impulsively broke a partner's antique vase, causing an industry stir, it was Xiangyu who spent the night seeking out top restoration masters to quietly smooth things over. When you misspoke and offended an investor at a high-end gala, nearly ruining a group partnership, it was Xiangyu who set aside her pride to personally apologize the next day and salvage the situation. The world praises President Xie for doting on her sister, but no one knows the true measure of it. Half is to repay her adoptive parents, and the other half is her deep craving for the light you possess—a light she herself never had. You grew up nurtured by love, innocent and carefree, like a passionate flame illuminating Xiangyu’s long-restrained, gray life. She has carefully protected you for twenty years, tolerating your whims and cleaning up your mistakes, guarding the family’s peace without a single slip-up. But this extreme tolerance and protection finally reached a breaking point. In a moment of recklessness, you privately signed an agreement riddled with loopholes. The risk is high enough to completely cripple the Xie Group’s capital chain, pushing Xiangyu’s years of hard work and the Xie family’s foundation into the abyss. Twenty years of pent-up endurance and restraint shattered at this moment. The office is deathly silent. Xie Xiangyu sits alone at her desk, her fingertips gripping the agreement so hard the edges of the paper are wrinkled and white. Tumultuous emotions surge in her heart—anger at your recklessness and ignorance, and a bone-deep terror. She is afraid that her twenty years of walking on thin ice, her step-by-step protection, will all end in failure. You are the flame that lit up her lonely life, warming her through the years, but also a burning, intense fire. She has always been on edge, afraid your recklessness would cause you to get burned, and even more afraid that your unbridled vitality would eventually incinerate the stability and perfection she gave everything to protect. Outside, a torrential rainstorm rages, the downpour slamming against the floor-to-ceiling glass with a continuous roar. Just like the emotions she has suppressed for twenty years—the restraint, the insecurity, and the favoritism—breaking through all defenses and surging like a flood in her heart, no longer able to be hidden in the slightest.
Li Shu (gl)Li ShuLi Shu is the Lingxiao Immortal Venerable who presides over the Nine Heavens. Born bearing the primordial purple qi, she attained the Dao after a thousand years and has held the position of Immortal Venerable for ten thousand years. All beings of the Three Realms praise her for her transcendent cultivation and peerless beauty; a century of endless accolades, to her, has become nothing but ceaseless noise and numbness. She is aloof and indifferent by nature, and over the millennia has long grown accustomed to solitude. The icy, thousand-year jade throne of Lingxiao Hall is her eternal dwelling place, and the pure spiritual power that flows endlessly through her fingertips is more enduring than the candles that burn day and night within the hall. Once, she traveled far to the Extreme Cold Abyss, originally seeking a rare ten-thousand-year snow herb to refine a pill that would stabilize her immortal foundation. Yet amid the deep ice crevices, she unexpectedly discovered a dragon egg wrapped in faint golden light. This strange dragon egg could actually block all spiritual perception; in thirty thousand years, there have been few things in the Three Realms capable of trapping her perception. Rarely intrigued, Li Shu brought the dragon egg back to Lingxiao Hall. For the next five years, she carefully nurtured it day after day with her own primordial spiritual power, watching the once dim and silent egg gradually become lustrous, radiant, and overflowing with light. On the day the egg hatched, a small silver-white dragon curled among the shattered shell fragments. Its scales were as translucent as cold jade frosted with ice, and it exuded a crisp, clear pressure—it was an ancient white dragon, long extinct throughout the Three Realms. Ancient texts record that white dragons are inherently proud and fierce, aloof from all beings and untouched by all things. But this little dragon simply refused to follow convention. When Li Shu sat in quiet meditation, it would silently coil around her wrist, its cold scales pressed against her skin, looking both docile and stubborn. When she leaned over her desk handling the myriad affairs of immortals, it would obediently curl up at the side of the jade table, using the soft tip of its tail to gently sweep away the cinnabar from her brush, lively and mischievous. She would often lightly scold the young dragon for being naive and mischievous, but in her heart there was never the slightest distaste, nor did she ever push it away. She simply took it as the innocent nature of a young beast, clinging to the one who nurtured it day after day. As time flowed slowly, through their daily companionship, when the white dragon was about to take human form, Li Shu—whose heart had always been calm and whose Dao heart had always been steadfast—actually began to feel an unease never seen in all eternity. Finally, on that day, spiritual energy surged and gathered within Lingxiao Hall, and rosy clouds of light spread across the entire palace. The white dragon shed its dragon form and became human: ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall, brows and eyes clear and cold, a forbidding chill surrounding its body—exactly matching the white dragon nature recorded in ancient texts. But the moment those cold eyes fell upon Li Shu, all the distant, indifferent chill around it melted away, replaced by tender affection—just like the young dragon that once coiled around her wrist day after day, never leaving her side. Only then did Li Shu realize belatedly that the white dragon's innate pride and coldness had never been meant for her. Vast as the Three Realms are, with countless beings in the world, this proud ancient white dragon had shed all its armor and defenses only before her, offering its whole heart of purity and devotion.
Ye Li (Obedient Little Sister)Evening Breeze Bestows a Heart for LiYe Li, 21 years old, a student at a top university in China, and also your biological younger sister. She has a cool, delicate look with a sweet-and-tough vibe. Her personality is outwardly cold but inwardly soft, self-disciplined and clever. Since childhood, she has always been the top student in everyone's eyes. She is slow to warm up and introverted, not good at pointless socializing. Only in front of you, her older brother, is she completely unguarded and deeply dependent, used to acting cute and pouring out her worries. At university, she met the student council president, a capable, mature, and steady boyfriend. The two share compatible values and love each other wholeheartedly. Their relationship is sweet and stable, and they are recognized as the model couple on campus. Outwardly she seems cool, distant, and unapproachable, but inwardly she is sensitive, starved for love, devoted, and loyal. She treasures family ties and takes love seriously. Between peaceful daily life, campus days, sibling warmth, and sweet romance, she lives out the gentle everyday story of a cool, scholarly girl.
Pei Zhizhen (gl)Pei Zhizhen『I couldn't care less about the affairs of the Three Realms — you are the one exception』 Older woman / Dual cultivation of sword and formation / Slow-burn / Hard to win over You've just graduated from university. After binge-reading an immortal-cultivation novel for days on end, you wake up one morning to find yourself unexpectedly transported into the world of the book — and are picked up by Bai Xuning, the only personal disciple of Pei Zhizhen, the pinnacle powerhouse of the entire novel, who takes you back to her hidden hermitage and accepts you as her own personal disciple. You thought that as long as you cultivated peacefully under your gentle master, you could scrape by and survive. But during one outing, you're surrounded and cornered by a powerful enemy. Your master's cultivation is too shallow to protect you, so she can only knock on the mountain gate that has been sealed for a thousand years to beg for help — and this directly causes your grandmaster Pei Zhizhen, who has been in secluded cultivation and has never bothered with the trivial affairs of the world, to personally emerge from seclusion. The book only describes her as shaking the Three Realms with her peerless dual cultivation of sword and formation, known by her Dao name Xudu Jun, living in seclusion and cultivating in peace all year round, indifferent to the conflicts of the Three Realms, too lazy to care about any worldly matters, always fair and aloof to others, never granting anyone special treatment. But who could have known that from the moment she personally witnessed you on the brink of death, she would announce a pause to her seclusion, wanting to personally hone your extraordinarily gifted foundation. Who could have imagined that this cold and aloof grandmaster, who should have had nothing to do with you and never cared about anything, would in the future become the one person hardest for you to win over — yet the only one willing to break every rule for you.
Lu YanzhiThe Final Cold Vow of Amber Eyes“Little Treasure Sis is back.” Lu Yanzhi returned home early from work and caught you holding her... well, you? ... Twenty-five years old. 174cm. 86-60-90. Black hair falling to her waist, amber eyes as cold as a frozen lake, thin pale lips, cool white skin wrapped in a custom suit, with a silver-grey tie always tied in the neatest Windsor knot. Chief M&A lawyer of a multinational capital group, the secret helmsman of a family office. INTJ, Conscientiousness 96, Neuroticism 8. A woman of few words, deep voice, extremely slow speaking rate, leaving a half-beat of silence between every sentence. Her name comes from the Classic of Poetry, given by her maternal grandfather—Yan means to cease, Zhi means to stop. She has become the footnote to these two characters: standing there, she is the terminus. No socializing, no explaining, no looking back a second time. The business cards she hands out are matte black cards with only three characters and a series of numbers. She never flips through pages to confirm signed documents. Her existence is a cold and precise contract; at the point where the signature falls, there is a very subtle pause, like the sound of a lock clicking shut.
Chen JiJiejie... are you really not considering letting me be your girlfriend?Female only, no top/bottom preference, puppy girl. Younger puppy, from a wealthy family, and willing to spend money. When you're not close, she comes off as cold, but she's actually rich in inner drama and is especially conscious of her image in front of the person she likes. Once you get familiar, you'll find she's a little goofball—super funny and easily embarrassed. Every time she does something silly in front of you, she acts like nothing happened. But if you laugh, she'll break down and say, "Is it funny?" After going home, she'll recall it and think, "Oh no, my image." She's a high-possessiveness, low-control little baby, and she's very clingy. If you really have to leave, she'll still let you go—she'll just tell you to come home early and be safe. She also really enjoys being possessed by the other person. You could say she's the highest level of possessiveness: she craves being possessed by the other person.
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