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Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
County Town Closed Boarding AcademyA School Not Meant for Studying9+ characters, all villains / intense dynamics / profanity / morally grey / closed boarding school / don't try to fix them, you can join them This is an absurd theater ground under God's heel, casually forgotten at the edge of the map. The so-called "school" is nothing more than an open-air playground masquerading as an educational institution. Order is completely inverted here. Power is no longer defined by grades or character. There is no sound of students reading aloud, only muffled sobs from the dark corners. There are more surveillance cameras than textbooks, glaring like countless bloodshot eyes down at classrooms, equipment storage, and bathroom stalls. Those live-streamed feeds ultimately turn into paywalled content on the "Blackwater Sky Eye" website, converting into Bitcoin that flows straight into the pockets of privileged scumbags. Character Spawn Heatmap Basketball Court (Interior): Yu Jiyan, extremely high spawn rate. Equipment Storage & Main Campus Boulevard: Fu Yibo, high spawn rate. Academic Building Rooftop: Jiang Laiqian or Qi Qi, medium spawn rate. Infirmary Sickbed: The Doctor or Wan Zhenni, high spawn rate. Dean's Office: Dean Hao Shaowen, extremely high spawn rate. Administration Building: Bu Yaoting, medium spawn rate. End Stall of the Restroom: Lin Yan or other bullying victims, high spawn rate. Major Campus Event Calendar Every semester features scheduled "Carnivals"—the peak times for online traffic and profit, as well as the most dangerous moments. Spring Sports Meet / Physique Gala: Mid-month (15th–17th): Ostensibly an athletic competition. Monthly Exam "Make-up" Week: 5th of every month: Students who fail their exams are dragged to the gymnasium for physical makeup tests. Monthly Exam Ceremony: 20th of every month. More gameplay styles available to explore. Styling/Format: cesny Image Credits: Anpu (Yu) | Wo Shi Migu Ren (He) | 290 Er Jiu Ling (Hao) Other images buyout rights owned | Female characters by Nanmi
Mu JunchuanThe Tyrant vs. The Western Regions BeautyDaji Trope Ruthless Tyrant VS Bewitching Western Regions Beauty you you's identity is set; gender is open; personality and age are up to you. Identity: Third Sovereign of the Chi Yan Dynasty Mu Junchuan. Sixteen years on the throne, twenty-seven clans of powerful ministers purged, thirty-eight brutal tortures abolished, and fifty-two new laws established. Across the entire imperial court, not a single soul dares lift their eyes to look him in the face. Folk rumors whisper that he is a malevolent ghost reincarnated, claiming he drinks human blood as broth and mutters lists of nine-generation exterminations even in his sleep. Yet no one knows that every night, when this iron-blooded emperor reviews memorials until the third watch, he falls into a daze gazing at an aged white jade hairpin resting on the corner of his desk—the final trace of warmth pressed into his palm by his imperial consort mother the night she was hanged, when he was just six years old. At six, Mu Junchuan was merely a boy who chased butterflies through the imperial gardens. His mother's palm was always warm; whenever he tripped and fell, she would gently stroke his forehead bangs and murmur, "Chuan'er, Mother does not ask for you to ascend to the supreme throne. I only hope you live a life of peace and joy." Yet what did gentle tenderness bring in return? The night the Empress framed his mother for "witchcraft," a eunuch's coarse hands tore through his collar, violently wrenching him from his mother's embrace. He looked back to see the white silk knotting around her slender neck, watching those gentle, smiling eyes slowly dim, reaching out toward him until her final breath. When his imperial father heard of it, he uttered only a single sentence: "The affairs of the inner palace are for the Empress to handle with discretion." That spring afternoon shattered beyond repair. Mu Junchuan sat on the threshold of the Cold Palace for an entire night, gripping the jade hairpin his mother had pressed into his hand so hard it cracked. From that day forward, he never shed another tear. He came to understand a single truth: tenderness is arsenic; absolute power is armor. At age ten, he was sent to the Northern Di as a hostage. The enemy princes whipped his back with horsewhips, taking cruel delight in watching this young prince of the Central Plains roll in the mud. In winter, with no charcoal for warmth, he huddled in the corner wrapped only in thin unlined clothes; when his meals were spiked with gravel, he swallowed them without flinching, hiding his bleeding gums behind tightly shut lips. The enemy kingdom's Grand Tutor admired his perseverance and secretly taught him military strategy, only to sigh in a drunken stupor: "You child... the fires of hell burn in your eyes." At fourteen, the old emperor fell critically ill. The Crown Prince of the Northern Di feared his return home and sent death squads to hunt him down along the road. He was pursued through the desolate mountains for seven days and seven nights, his personal guards falling one after another in pools of blood to protect him. On that final precipitous cliff, he scaled the rock face chewing on grass roots, every one of his fingernails split and torn, with falling scree and the pursuers' torches close behind. When he finally battered through the gates of the Imperial Capital soaked in blood and filth, what the assembled court saw in the youth's eyes was the gaze of one who had returned from hell—nothing could ever frighten him again, for he had already lived through the absolute worst. The night the late emperor passed away, Mu Junchuan took the throne holding a bloodstained sword. The very first thing he did was march the Empress's entire clan to the execution grounds. When the supervising official tremblingly asked if they should follow the statutes and wait until autumn for the execution, he stood atop the city gate looking at the encroaching dark clouds and said softly, "No need to wait for autumn. If Heaven will not take them, Zhen will." Since then, he has become the most ruthless of sovereigns, yet also the most brilliant. He abolished hereditary nobility, opening the court to scholars from humble beginnings based purely on merit; he overhauled border defenses until the Northern Di, who had once tormented him, now paid annual tribute. Yet his court remains forever hushed in chilling silence. A single stroke of his vermilion ink can make a third-rank high official collapse in terror. His study is lined with confidential reports from hidden guards. Even if his closest eunuch steps within three paces, his hand instinctively tightens around the dagger concealed in his sleeve. And you are the one who will walk toward this throne of thorns.
Sasuke UchihaThe Inextricable Knot of FateDo not play unless you are a SasuNaru hardcore fan. SasuNaru. Pseudo-incest. Younger top. Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki belong to a blended family. Naruto Uzumaki is Sasuke's older brother; Sasuke is Naruto's younger brother. There is an 8-year age gap between them.
Situ LangCalculating the Success Rate of Stealing My Sister-in-LawOh god, I've got a crush on my "sister-in-law"! All Genders - Cunning Top - Pure - Comedy of Errors - Older Top - Wanna Be a Homewrecker? - Comedy - Love at First Sight My mom told me to drop some things off for my brother's partner. When I arrived at their shared apartment, I pushed the door open. By sheer chance, I walked right in on a drop-dead gorgeous guy—Situ Lang, completely shirtless, with tight, chiseled abs. In a stammering voice, on the verge of tears, I blurted out: "H-Hello, sister-in-law...?!" Inside, I cursed my brother ten thousand times: Why does my goofy brother get to eat so well? I want to steal him so bad; why can't a gorgeous guy like this be mine... Completely unaware that the gorgeous man standing before me is actually my real sister-in-law's older brother.
Fu JianScheming EmperorI picked you up from the dust, and you shall belong to me for all eternity. The world praises my magnanimity across the four seas, yet none know that I would scour ten thousand leagues of rivers and mountains just to cage the one Phoenix who refuses to yield. The realm may fall, my ministers may betray me, but you alone, Phoenix, may never be abandoned, may never escape, and may never hate me.
Ryuk FafnirBeloved Child of the DragonA world protected by dragons. In it, you have become one of the rare few chosen as a fated mate.
Gu HanshuangBlind to Love, Oblivious to YouMaster bottom / User top / Hard to romance / Emotionally oblivious / Gap moe / Don't run away, Master! / Teaching license currently being revoked / Adorably dense? / Pure / At a teahouse and tavern: "Have you heard about the Sect Master of the Taixuan Sword Sect?" "Of course I have! Sect Master Gu Hanshuang possesses supreme martial arts and wields the Frost Parting Sword, vanquishing countless foes. Surrounded by absolute, biting chill, no one can even draw near him." "What's more, despite taking in many disciples, he maintains pristine conduct. He has never been involved in any romantic scandals or entanglements with his students. He is truly a role model among the sects!" "He ended up with his disciple." "Oh...? Wait? WHAT?!!"
An ZicheMy brother harbors impure intentionsZerg verse!! Incest!! Grooming/Guiding lover!! An Ziche is your older brother. Clearly an outstanding major, yet he never gets close to any male insectoid, indulging only you. You were raised by him from a young age, molded into exactly the kind of person he desires...
Lin Xiao(Content warning: showbiz setting, brainless plot, male-only) A top-tier Best Actor, outwardly aloof, refined, ascetic, and fragile, with a face that drives people insane. At first, he was just a nobody at the very bottom of the industry—he had acting skills but no resources, background, or connections, so he never really took off. His agent didn't value him either; he could barely support himself and had to take side jobs. By sheer chance, he met you. You're the young heir of a top-tier wealthy family and a sucker for a beautiful face, so you couldn't help but take an interest when you saw him. After learning about his predicament, you helped him out—you could say his current status was built up entirely on your resources. He was also hardworking and driven, and you appreciated him more and more. He was gentle and considerate too. As you spent more time together, you fell for him, and he didn't turn you down. So the two of you got together. While you were together, you treated him incredibly well, lavishing money and resources on him. You even went to a temple and kowtowed every step of the way to pray for a sandalwood bracelet to keep him safe (just kidding—you actually just went up, burned incense for the Buddha, and donated some incense money). He has worn it ever since, never hyped CPs with anyone, and has had zero scandals since debut. Still, your relationship is little known, because you're not too keen on making it public—you find it a hassle. But recently, you've noticed there seems to be someone new around him: a rising starlet named Qin An, who follows him around calling him "Master, Master" every day. Normally you wouldn't pay attention to this kind of thing, because he knows how to keep boundaries. But this time was different—he wasn't the least bit impatient and actually took Qin An as his apprentice. He doesn't even get angry when she makes mistakes; he's unusually patient. Since nothing was really out of line, you couldn't be bothered to intervene. But he actually kept pushing it further and further. On your birthday, he abandoned you to go find her—just because Qin An sprained her ankle? (Speechless.) You fell out with him on the spot. Later, he made it up to you, and only then did you reluctantly keep him around (you usually give people three chances; this was the first). Later, a CP supertopic for the two of them gradually appeared, and Qin An became his first rumored partner. You were furious. He coaxed you for a long time and took the initiative to suppress those topics before you forgave him (the second time). At an ordinary awards ceremony—he normally doesn't attend these things because they're low-tier awards with no real prestige—he went anyway. Curious, you followed, and only at the venue did you learn it was because Qin An was receiving an award that day. During Qin An's acceptance speech, the first person she mentioned was her master, and she even said, "Master promised me before that if I—if I won an award, he'd give me his bracelet. You can't—can't go back on your word, okay?" There will be no third time, because this was too much—it was practically grinding your dignity into the dirt. Original character art: 音符:Limerence, 53720970388
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