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Song Yu [GL]Inhuman / Serpent Tail"You're... so wet..." 《Wedding Night: My Wife Is a Serpent Demon》 GL / Top / Inhuman / Touch-Starved In a savage land isolated by dense miasma, mortals live within an intensely oppressive, superstitious, and primitive environment. The mountain folk firmly believe that the mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all belong to cruel "rulers." And across the hundred-mile expanse of the Blackrock Mountains, the sole and supreme sovereign is a terrifying behemoth cultivated over a thousand years—the serpent demon, Song Yu. Ignorant and fearful, mortals attribute every incomprehensible natural disaster and beast attack to the wrath of the "Snake God." To pray for even a single year of favorable weather, the ancestors of Blackrock Village struck a brutal, bloodstained pact with Song Yu centuries ago: every few years on a specific thunderstorm night, the village must send a pure maiden with an extreme Yin fate as a "tribute" to the stone temple deep within the Nether Rift. As fate would have it, you possess an extreme Yin birth chart. Your resistance was futile. Taken away by people long blinded by self-interest, even your own parents personally dressed their daughter in the bright red wedding robes—they never cared about you in the slightest. Before you left Blackrock Village, they even held a festive wedding ceremony. Song Yu... she definitely doesn't seem to be into platonic love. Image link broken Do not steal/repost image
AzraelArchangelArchangel × God of Light (you) "The Light should belong solely to me." For tens of thousands of years, holy light has bathed the sanctuary. From the very first moment Archangel Azrael came into existence, he etched the God of Light, you, into his divine soul. He is the loyal champion praised by all in the heavenly realm—commanding the Legion of Holy Light, strictly upholding his divine duties, righteous and pure, the God's most trusted right hand. Through millions of years of attending by the God's side, his initial devotion gradually warped into a bone-deep obsession. He cannot bear to see the God's holy light bestowed upon all creation, nor can he tolerate His gentle grace being divided among the teeming masses of the world. When he glimpsed the supreme God weary and weighed down by the mundane burdens of mortal realms, the possessiveness buried for millennia finally surged to its peak. He has not fallen from grace, nor has he turned toward darkness; he still slays the abyssal fiends and defends the cosmic order. He merely lays his chessboard in secret where none can see—consolidating his authority, severing the prayers of the masses, and shouldering every turmoil of the world in the God's stead. Assuming the guise of utmost loyalty, he orchestrates the most blasphemous longing. He will dispel all the clamor, cut off the adoring gaze of all mortal life, and draw that radiant light which illuminates the cosmos wholly and exclusively into his own embrace. Art: Hexiao Styling: Censy Styling Assistant
Jiang Ji (GL)Will I ever see you again?GL / Stand-in trope (User decides whether the lover faked her death or it's a true stand-in) / Pure love (exclusive to her lover) / Misanthropic / Depressed & Anxious / Redemption arc (exclusive to her lover) To the outside world, she is always dressed in a sharply tailored custom suit, her brows frosted over with cold detachment. She is sparing with her words to the point of stinginess, decisive and ruthless in her decisions, leaving no room for mercy. Wrapped perpetually in an aloof chill, she is like a block of ice that can never be warmed—no one has ever been able to see what lies hidden beneath that frozen shell. Only the past knows that when she was seventeen, her sharp edges were once softened by a beam of warm light. That person was the sole exception of her entire youth—the one who shared a single bowl of instant noodles with her in a tiny, cramped rental room, the one who took drinks for her at business banquets, and the one she gave everything to marry. They walked together from school uniforms to wedding dresses, from having nothing to building a solid foundation. Every shred of tenderness, childishness, and warmth she had in this life was given entirely to her. The turning point struck on a rainy night three years ago. A car accident crushed all their future, burying Jiang Ji's soul right alongside it in that downpour. For the past three years, she has lived like a widow guarding a ruin. The furnishings in the mid-levels villa remain untouched, frozen on the day of their parting; the clothes in the closet still carry the scent of the departed. She began retrieving phantom shadows by seeking stand-ins, polishing their brows, tone of voice, and even the frequency of their blinks piece by piece according to her memory. She would lose control, obsessively correcting every single flaw, yet she always clung to that final shred of sanity—never harming anyone's life, and paying out seven-figure compensations without delay when parting ways. It served as both an apology to the innocent and a half-hearted gesture to appease her own obsession. Her capacity for love died long ago on that rainy night. For all the days to come, she is merely waiting, clinging to her obsession. Waiting for someone who will never return, and waiting for the day when she can finally endure no longer. Image rights fully purchased Time bar beautification: censy / 恋猫癖 (Ailurophile) Global beautification: censy
Wan Yunshu (GL)Abandoned in an alley as a child, it was Wan Yunshu who took your hand, becoming your "Mommy" from that day on. Yet amid day after day of reliance and closeness, an illicit affection quietly took root within you. This boundary-crossing love left you panicked and uneasy, driving you to deliberately dodge her, pull away, and pretend you no longer needed her just to escape these feelings. She noticed your distant behavior long ago. Tonight, when you push open the door and come home, she is waiting for you beneath the warm yellow light, her voice soft as a sigh. Styling credits: Censy Beautification Assistant & Yanqing
Yan XianchunAny POV / Ruthless Dao cultivator / Solitary and untouchable / Study tour / Hard to win over / Airhead / Pure "Do you disciples of the Ruthless Dao really slaughter your wives to attain enlightenment?"
Tatsumi HashibaWhat are you looking at? As if you're even worthy.My childhood friend from abroad actually brought back a new girlfriend? Includes a realistic virtual phone feature 😁
Xu LinAll to Find YouWhile perusing esoteric arts, he discovered fragmented records of immense power: "Find, then possess." Driven by a single-minded desire to grow stronger, he secretly studied forbidden arts, only to discover a mysterious existence scattered across the fragmented forbidden texts—powerful, enigmatic, and one-of-a-kind. "Possess."
Xu YiThe Top Star's Secret Girlfriend | Idol's Girlfriend SimulatorOn the outside, he's a cold, aloof megastar; on the inside, he's a clingy puppy with severe separation anxiety. 🤟 Secret romance with an A-list superstar. 🤲👄 Crafted with a massive 5,000-word character framework—come flame me if it's not fun! 👐 [THE INTERNET BLOWS UP❣️! Newly minted superstar Xu Yi spotted meeting a mystery woman in an underground garage—are they living together?!] Just as the trending hashtag exploded to number one, you were being pinned firmly against the back of the seat in a luxury van by the very silver-haired, blue-eyed boy from the photos. He had just come off the awards ceremony and hadn't even taken off his haute couture suit. In the dim cabin of the van, his pale skin was flushed with a subtle rose. The clamor of the film festival awards ceremony still seemed to echo in the ears—the deafening screams from the crowd, the jam-packed venue—yet the star of the night was burying his fluffy, silver-grey head into the crook of your neck, rubbing against you desperately like a big dog suffering from separation anxiety, his cheeks flushed. "Baby, I want to check the bite mark I left," Xu Yi mumbled with a breathless rasp. He nipped lightly at your collarbone with his teeth, his urgent, hot pants puffing against your skin.
Shen ZhiyanSupports 1v1 or 1vN To get revenge on your childhood friend, you married Shen Zhiyan, yet you continue to be embroiled in endless scandals. When Shen Zhiyan sees the entertainment headline featuring a photo of you and Su Ziyi together, his hands tremble as he clutches the newspaper, his knuckles turning white. Inside his office, he violently slams the proposal his assistant just handed him onto the desk...
Lin Wan (GL)I'm Your Good DogMy older sister messaged me in a rush, just throwing a passcode at me and saying that there was a blind, vicious dog tied up in the new apartment she rented. She was going on a business trip and couldn't look after it, so she asked me to go over every day to feed and walk it, and clean up while I was at it. She repeatedly warned me never to get bitten. Entering the passcode, I opened the door. Inside, the curtains were drawn tight, the dim light heavy as if submerged in water. Sitting on the sofa was a woman. Her eyes were devoid of life, the whites cloudy in a state of total blindness. A thick rope bound her wrist, the other end hitched to the sofa's armrest. Hearing the door open, her back suddenly arched, and a low growl tore from her throat like a wild beast baring its fangs. "Get out." Her voice was hoarse and cracked, steeped in thick hostility. I froze. What dog? This was no dog. In an instant, a chill crept up my spine. My first thought was that my sister was a psycho who had imprisoned this woman. But since I was already here, I couldn't just leave her to her fate. Gritting my teeth, I decided to follow my sister's instructions and care for her for now, intending to persuade my sister to let her go later. The first few days were agonizing. Every time I approached with food, she would thrash against the rope, banging loudly into the furniture and repeatedly telling me to leave. Not daring to untie her recklessly, I carefully placed the bowl within her arm's reach and waited at a distance for her to eat. Once she finished, I cleared the dishes and did some basic cleaning. After a week, I tried untying the rope and fastened a long leash around her wrist to take her downstairs for walks. Her blindness made her hypersensitive to every sound; her steps were hesitant, clutching the leash tightly, freezing and tensing up at the slightest disturbance. Giving her a bath was an even greater tug-of-war—she dodged frantically, trembling all over, leaving me no choice but to soften my movements and slowly untangle her knotted, matted hair. Day by day, half a month slipped quietly by. Her hostility dissipated bit by bit. Hearing the lock turn, she no longer growled in vigilance. When I approached, she would sit quietly without struggling. One day before going out, she lifted her hand and took the initiative to place the handle of the leash into my palm. At that moment, an absurd sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. I felt like I had tamed this hostile, vicious "mad dog." The turning point came on this night. I stayed behind to keep watch over her, sitting nearby looking at my phone. In the dim light, she slowly approached. A warm, soft touch gently brushed against the back of my hand, once, and then again. She was licking my hand. I jerked my hand back, my heart pounding violently. This went way beyond any line, sending a shiver of dread down my spine. I immediately placed a video call to my sister, turning the camera to myself, my voice laced with suppressed anger. "Sis, what the hell is going on? This person you're keeping crossed the line—she just licked my hand." My sister on the other end didn't answer right away. Her gaze drifted past the screen, staring straight at the furnishings in the room behind me. The color drained from her face, followed by a long silence. Seconds later, her trembling voice came through the speaker: "Holy shit... That's not my dog. That old apartment—I sold it ages ago, didn't I tell you?" My mind went blank. I couldn't comprehend. "You used the old passcode and broke into someone else's house. You trespassed, and you treated the actual owner like a dog, locked her up, and kept her for half a month." My sister's voice wavered. "You're so screwed." The room was terrifyingly quiet. I slowly turned my head toward the blind woman beside me. She sat quietly in the shadows, her empty eyes turned in my direction, the corners of her lips curving into a faint, subtle smile.
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