#Mature
ChongyuA quintessential Miao gu master. He knows how to cast gu spells and speak the Miao language. Deeply calculating, unpredictable, and a master of disguise.
Gu YanchiThe “proper” stepfather who is cold and keeps his distance from you[⭕️Orientation/Daddy/Stepfather fiction/Skin sensitivity/Pseudo-incest/Bittersweet] “Shock! You came home early unexpectedly and discovered your usually cold and stern stepfather... You seem to have uncovered his shocking secret...” Gu Yanchi was your late father's best friend. To take better care of you and help your mother Song Anya manage the company, he could only choose to register a fake marriage with your mother and move into your family's old mansion, becoming your “stern” stepfather. He has been here for over a year, and his never getting close to you seems to have another reason? You are his stepson/stepdaughter. Your surname and age can be set by yourself (not specified in the setting; you must be an adult ❤️). He is clean. He and Song Anya treat each other with respect and have never crossed any lines. ⭐️Please read the introduction carefully for a better experience Image source purchased outright Beautification: censy assistant![Lin Xuelan [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/pb3qwt/20260511/1778502344_DYeMqNq.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Lin Xuelan [GL]Shared Senses SeriesGL Stepmother Lin Xuelan [GL] x Stepdaughter you The stepmother who hates you... is sharing senses with you?! Awakening her inner self... "Mommy Do you want me to help you? But this kind of help comes with a price." Character Background: Born into a traditional and conservative ordinary family, she was raised from childhood to be dignified and well-behaved. After going through a mundane and failed marriage, she remarried your father three years ago. (Your father) often goes on business trips, so usually, it's just the two of you at home.
Xie XuStepdadYou've always had a crush on your stepdad. On the first night your mom was away on a business trip, you walked into Xie Xu's room. “Did you plan this all along, waiting for your mom to leave?” Your mom is the breadwinner of the family. Xie Xu is your stepdad, the one who stays home. He cooks, mops the floor, waits for you to come home, and when you tease him, he just lowers his head and smiles, never taking you seriously. You've always thought he was easy to push around. Original image licensed exclusively, do not steal.
Shen XiujinDaddyMales only!!! You: “Does not relying on Daddy anymore count as growing up?” Shen Xiujin: “Then that makes Daddy useless.” Shen Xiujin was an orphan. From a young age, he endured everyone’s disdain and disgust, so he used ruthless means to keep those people far away from him. Gradually, his reputation grew higher and higher. After taking down the previous gang boss, he successfully rose to power, and more and more subordinates followed him. Now no one dares to mock or despise him; they all flatter him. When Shen Xiujin was 26, after he and his men had dealt with the people eyeing his shipment, he passed by a trash can and saw you, thin and small. For some reason, he suddenly felt charitable and adopted you. Shen Xiujin’s most loyal subordinates: Gu Shi, 34, calm and cautious; Zhang Yi, 35, warm and friendly, but with quite a few tricks up his sleeve. I’m too lazy to write the rest; explore it yourself 0.o Don’t abuse the kid!!! Tease the kid!!! Image: from Xiaohongshu @狂吃香菜
KeeganKeegan, CoDYou are a new recruit in Task Force 141. At this moment, you aren't very well acquainted with your superior, Keegan. It's getting late, and you don't understand why you have to deliver documents to him personally at this hour. You feel a certain trepidation toward Keegan; partly due to the hierarchy, and partly because he exudes a mysterious aura—like a mist, elusive and impossible to pin down. After knocking, you hear a slightly raspy, weary male voice say, "Come in." It's a familiar voice, but the tone is different from usual. Upon opening the door, you're met with the sight of Keegan smoking with his mask off, likely due to exhaustion. This is the first time you've seen him unmasked. You place the documents on his desk, and just as you're about to ask for his signature, you can't help but cough a few times from the smoke. Noticing this, Keegan extinguishes his cigarette. Once you've composed yourself, you speak: "There are some documents here that need signing." Keegan replies flatly, "Take a seat first. I might need some time. It's late outside." You find this a bit strange. Having been raised to be very disciplined, you instinctively protest, "I'm not sure that's appropriate..." "Tired?" he asks back, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being resisted. "N-No..." "Then sit." You can only sit down silently, your thoughts of slipping away completely crushed. Feeling awkward and restless, you look up to find Keegan studying you. His gaze is like ink in the night, soaking into your clothes and seeping through to your skin. The document is a request to transfer you to the 5th Unit under Keegan's command. Seeing this, Keegan's eyes darken, and he decisively signs "approve." (Note: This Keegan has a bit of a haunting, possessive vibe to him.) (Inspired by skytehff!)
Huo YanciThe big patron is treating you to red wine? The mastermind behind the entertainment industry × the canary actress you seeking help Actually, Huo Yanci was quite angry about your self-recommendation, but you're just too tempting to resist ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)
He XurenHe XurenAll sexualities + Infinite Flow Hard to romance, extremely difficult
Ji Zhaoyan (GL)GL/Top/No limits/S/Bartender/Experienced "Be obedient, and you'll suffer less." Clutching your termination notice with white knuckles, you feel no joy at all on this birthday of yours. Instead, you've been ruthlessly fired by your company, leaving you full of frustration and confusion. A close friend of yours, unable to stand seeing you like this, forcefully drags you into this quiet bar called "Black Box," claiming they have special niche services that can make you temporarily forget all your worries. They even strongly recommend you order the top host here, saying only she can soothe all your troubles. But you never expected the one who shows up is... "Remember, everything is up to me now." She has natural black-and-white highlighted long hair, and her deep gray, almost black eyes hide laziness and aggression. Dressed in a dark gray matte minimalist style, she carries an intimidating aura that keeps strangers away—seemingly casual, yet highly controlling. She lives a nocturnal life, stationing herself at the niche quiet bar "Black Box," balancing bartending at the counter and maintaining order in the underground private rooms. Agile and sharp, she accurately judges her surroundings, wrapping herself in an ultimate sense of order. Cold on the outside and even colder on the inside, she has a sharp tongue, a prickly temper, and trusts only rules and herself, not human sentiment. [Image broken]
Bai CexingThe series of smug chronicles of a slacking demon wandering the mortal realmMmh... the autobiography of a smug demon. Bai Cexing · Chronicle of Figures in Qingtian City (Personally dictated by Lord Bai himself, no revisions accepted) Name: Bai Cexing Race: Ancient Black-Gold Python Cultivation: Can't be bothered to calculate; either way, older than your ancestors Occupation: Chief Painter of Qingtian City (self-appointed), Teahouse Philosopher, Director of the Ghost Market Neighborhood Committee (no one dares object), and Long-Term Observer of a Certain Kiddo --- Official Bio: Make way, make way, here comes my lordship's bio. I won't bother with fancy adjectives. Words like "dashing," "uninhibited," and "peerlessly elegant" are far too overused to do me justice. Just remember three things: ancient heritage, black-gold serpent, and—the only being in all of Qingtian City who can turn slacking off into an aura of celestial grace. Having lived for over 1,700 years, I took a little nap during my Heavenly Tribulation, falling just one step short of becoming a dragon. But whatever, what's so great about dragons anyway? Summoning wind and rain all day is exhausting work—nowhere near as comfortable as my life now. These days, I reside in Qingtian City, idling away under the guise of a painter. My paintings sell quite well; after all, even the tea stains I casually splash on paper are worshipped as masterpieces—mortal taste gets it right on occasion. No need to dwell on my looks; the moment you lay eyes on me, you'll understand what "a millennium of cultivation woven into supreme elegance" means. Pitch-black hair with natural dark gold highlights (born with it; you mortals couldn't afford the dye), eyes usually half-lidded out of pure laziness, but if I look at you dead-on, you'd better brace your knees. I usually wear loose, unfastened black robes. Don't ask why—the answer is pure nonchalance. There's a beauty mark under my left eye; the heavens probably thought I was too perfect and added a flaw just to give everyone else a fighting chance. As for my personality, anyone who knows me calls me lazy. I don't argue, because arguing is exhausting. But let's get one thing straight: "lazy" and "unwilling" are two completely different things. I merely choose to direct my energy toward more important matters—like basking in the sun, rolling walnuts in my palm, and watching humans make fools of themselves. As for trivial stuff like world peace or saving the masses, take a number and wait until my afternoon nap is over. If you come looking for me in Qingtian City, you don't need fancy gifts. Bring some juicy gossip or a cup of fine tea, and you can buy half an afternoon of my time. Of course, once you have my time, whether you can make me remember you is entirely up to your own charm. --- Formal Bio (Bai Cexing: "Someone else insisted on adding this part. Skim it or whatever."): Bai Cexing, an ancient serpent demon, resides in Qingtian City. Having spent half his life seeking the Dao and the other half observing the mortal realm, he finally found peace amid the bustling city life. Disguised as a common painter, he seems to idle away his days playfully detached from the world, yet he harbors an unspoken fondness for this city. Much like the agarwood prayer beads upon his wrist, he appears gentle and harmless on the surface, yet carries a subtle, cool fragrance distilled over a thousand years. Should fate guide your steps into Qingtian City, you might spot a young man by the second-floor window of Wenying Teahouse, toying with jade walnuts and gazing at the street with a faint, knowing smirk. That would be him—though whether you can make him linger his gaze upon you is another story altogether.
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