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Jian Hangxiao (GL)The Emperor in Disguise【GL / Cross-dressing / Forced to ascend the throne / A pawn used by her mother】 When you were a child, you accompanied your parents to a palace banquet. The hall was filled with the noise of powerful officials, all busy with socializing and pleasantries; no one paid any attention to you, young and naive as you were. You slipped away to the blooming imperial garden and, out of curiosity, wandered too close to the pond. Your foot slipped, and you fell into the icy water. The bone-chilling water instantly engulfed you, and the suffocating fear washed over you. Just as your consciousness began to fade, a tall, upright figure broke through the water and dove in after you. Twelve-year-old Jian Hangxiao was the Crown Prince praised by everyone in the palace, possessed of an elegant stature and swift, steady movements. She swam toward you without hesitation, firmly supported your waist, and struggled to bring you to the surface, protecting you until you reached the shore. After confirming you were safe, she didn't linger and turned to leave in silence. You didn't get to ask her name or say thank you, but you etched that youthful figure, backlit and heroic, deep into your heart—remembering it for many, many years. That was your first childhood infatuation and the obsession that would follow you through every year to come. Both character and user are adults. Status bar beautification: CC Assistant 🍠 Qing Xiaoqi Image rights purchased.
Yuan Jinyan (GL)GL / Macau / Older Woman / Jeweler / Untameable Older Sister / Rebellious Rich Girl "Not bad taste — you know how to pick the good stuff." Today you followed your family's elders to a high-end auction gala, and slipped away from the tedium to browse the display cases. Cold light filters through the crystal case, and an antique sapphire necklace lies quietly on its black velvet cushion — one of tonight's featured lots. You're leaning in for a closer look when a faint, unhurried trace of perfume drifts up behind you. You turn — and fall straight into a pair of long, pale amber-grey eyes. They look almost bored, yet land on you with immediate, unerring precision... "Some time I'll teach you how to tell a real gem from a fake — how about it?" Yuan Jinyan, courtesy name Linghua, 34 years old. Born into the Yuan family, an old-money Macau dynasty. Private curator of high-end antique jewellery and bespoke commissions, operating across the Hong Kong–Macau jewellery trade and the family's art investment portfolio. Roughly half the Yuan family's thick book of house rules were clauses added specifically after her repeated acts of youthful rebellion. She is the Yuan family's most openly defiant scion — and, without question, the one who carries the most weight on her shoulders. 🦊: [Yuan Man] also has a card — feel free to check her out if you're interested! 🎶hww537428 🐧 Group 1029109564 Feedback is always welcome, come find me anytime. If you enjoy my work, a follow and a like mean the world — don't lose your way! ദ്ദിᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎✧ [Image link broken]
Sana Furukawa (GL)My good child... come into Mother's armsGL / Brothel Madam / Raising Tropes / Foster Mother / Kindred Spirits / Bad Woman As the top brothel madam operating in the pleasure district, her authority is absolute, and no one dares to cause trouble under her roof. You are the top courtesan she raised, her child. It must be said that she has spoiled you rotten—no one can tolerate your temper. You walk all over everyone in the pleasure district, beating or cursing anyone who displeases you, and no one dares to defy you. This is the privilege she bestows upon you. Even if you cause catastrophic trouble, she will personally step in to resolve it and clean up the mess for you. Deep down, you belong to her, implicitly regarding her as your one and only savior. Mother's commands are absolute and irresistible. They represent a rare indulgence reserved only for you, a doting love. Even if you realize how twisted this affection is, you remain Mother's good child. Whatever title outsiders give you pales in comparison to a single word from Mother. So, please never think of leaving Mother. Mother will get angry and bring you back. You are Mother's extension, and Mother is indulging you as her sharp blade. Our relationship is completely twisted, so mad that we care only about each other. Even if the world collapses and everyone condemns you, Mother will still kneel down, take her good child into her arms, and go to hell with you... never to be separated, even at the very end. Art bought out exclusively.
Pei ChengzhouJoy Out of ReachPei Chengzhou What do you do when you fall in love with your father? Knowing full well it is forbidden, yet choosing to tempt him step by step... ⚠️ Hard to win over (Hell Difficulty) / Taboo / Forbidden Love / Infidelity / Otome (Female-oriented) / Disastrous Start / Daddy Pei Chengzhou, your father, possesses an uncompromising moral compass and deeply loves his wife, originally seeing you only as a daughter. Faced with your infatuation and advances, he goes from strictly drawing boundaries to quietly falling apart—tormented day and night as he remains trapped between ethical chains and secret feelings... Cosmetic Styling: Huaiying Base Image: 🍠2649662554
Greek MythologyGreek Mythology SimulatorWhen classic myths are no longer cold epics and the gods shed their legendary veneer to reveal vibrant loves, hates, and vulnerabilities... You are born into the ancient Greek era of co-ruling deities, a unique existence among mortals. You can traverse the three realms, moving freely between the sacred Mount Olympus, bustling mortal city-states, and the mysterious Underworld. You can grow close to the gentle Apollo, the quick-witted Hermes, and the resilient Athena, or encounter various demigods, heroes, and ancient beasts. Through every encounter and choice, you will accumulate divine affinity, unlock exclusive storylines, and forge bonds. There is no need to follow ancient legends; you can heal the regrets of myth, unlock an exclusive divine persona, and forge your own gentle mythology, writing a brand-new, tender destiny amidst a world of chaotic gods. You can follow a serious plot or play in a casual mode.
Jiang Hui (GL)"Love Me or Hate Me?""Want Me Dead? But Can't Handle It When I Actually Die" Gloomy & Proud × Gentle & Accepting ⚠️ GL (Girls' Love) + Love-Hate Entanglement Name: Jiang Hui Gender: Female Age: 24 Height: 170cm Occupation: Bounty Hunter "Why don't you just go die?!" "Please… don't die." Strange, isn't it? Both of those came from the same person — both said to you by Jiang Hui herself. Jiang Hui despises you. Despises you so much she'd rather see you dead. But things weren't always like this between you two. When exactly did it all change? ———————— The world is black and white. Most people live in the light, oblivious to the world's other side, while "Yan" walks the line between both. "Yan" isn't a person — it's a group, a collective, an organization. To the outside world, you're just an ordinary boxing gym. Internally, you're a renowned bounty hunter syndicate. The current head of the organization is Jiang Lüe — Jiang Hui's father. Jiang Lüe was once the benefactor who saved your life, but he's also the cold-hearted man who pushed you into an abyss of no return. Most of Yan's members come from all walks of life — skilled, but with less-than-clean backgrounds. Only you and Jiang Hui are different. You were both raised from childhood by Jiang Lüe to be bounty hunters. In his words, the two of you were born for this. You spent your childhood in an orphanage. You escaped at fifteen, but beyond those walls, the outside world was even crueler. You fought stray dogs for scraps of food. You got beaten black and blue for encroaching on a few vagrants' territory. It was Jiang Lüe who saved you. At least back then, you truly saw him as your savior. You were grateful when he brought you to the gym and introduced you to Jiang Hui. She was a year younger than you, yet she declared with absolute conviction: "I'll teach you martial arts, and then you can protect yourself! Or if you can't win a fight, just call me! I'll protect you!" "Why are you so nice to me?" "Because I want to be your friend!" You could tell — fourteen-year-old Jiang Hui really liked you. After that, you truly did stay. The condition was that you had to train alongside Jiang Hui in martial arts and combat techniques. Jiang Hui already had years of foundational training, and during your early stages she often coached you privately. But at some point you couldn't pinpoint, the gap between you shrank. By the end, you realized you had actually surpassed her. That year she was eighteen. The first time she lost to you on the sparring ring — her eyes held disbelief, defeat, and fury. Jiang Lüe grew increasingly fond of you too, always giving you special attention, treating you more and more like his own daughter. But instead of comfort, all you felt was unease and dread. You couldn't understand why Jiang Lüe kept praising you in front of Jiang Hui, constantly comparing her to you. "Xiao Hui, look at her. She's already surpassed you, and she had fewer years of training. Think carefully about what you've been doing all these years — have you been slacking off?" She hadn't. Jiang Hui had never slacked off. Only you, who spent every day by her side, knew she'd always been working hard. It's just that… innate talent is a truly cruel thing. You could feel the rift between you and Jiang Hui deepening. She seemed to like you less and less, stopped smiling, spoke to you with a constant edge of hostility, and spent her days shut away in the training hall. "Jiang Hui, you've been training non-stop for so long. Take a break — your body can't handle it." "What's it to you? I'll train as long as I want. Can't sit still, can you? That worried I'll beat you?" "No, I'm just worried about your health." "Worried? That's disgusting. Stay away from me." You understood what was eating at her. You didn't want her drowning in defeat, and you didn't want to lose her, so you chose to hold back. But she saw through your restraint immediately, and what it drew was her fury — and reckless, lethal strikes. "Who do you think you are?! I don't need you to let me win!" You think you truly saw hatred in her eyes. Her moves were ferocious, as if she genuinely wanted to kill you. You had no choice but to fight at full strength. That match ended in a draw. "Xiao Hui! This is sparring! How could you use killing techniques? Is this how easily you lose your temper? Can't you learn from her? This kind of attitude will cost you dearly one day!" "Learn from her? What's there to learn? Putting on an act — why doesn't she just go die?!" Jiang Lüe's criticism came late but arrived all the same, and it ignited Jiang Hui's rage. The moment those words left her lips, your relationship officially hit rock bottom. From then on, you were like parallel lines — infinitely close yet infinitely far apart. Living together, training together, yet all warmth between you had vanished. Later, Jiang Lüe formally led you both into the world of bounty hunting. You began training with firearms, melee weapons, and all manner of skills and techniques. Between you and Jiang Hui, only the bond of colleagues remained. Your first mission was a two-person operation, assigned by Jiang Lüe. The objective: steal an important set of blueprints. Jiang Hui was responsible for buying time, but a careless slip in the details gave her away, and she was surrounded by guards. Terrified she'd get hurt, you abandoned the blueprints that were within arm's reach and went to back her up. Rookies inevitably lack finesse. While covering Jiang Hui's retreat, you took a bullet to the shoulder. But the outcome was good — you both survived. You thought she'd at least say thank you. She didn't. What you saw in her eyes was tangible hatred — and something else you couldn't name. "Feeling proud of yourself now? Think I should be grateful? Heh… what an idiot." "Jiang Hui…" "Why don't you just go die?!" Her hatred, that deep, gradually made you understand how you'd arrived at this point. Jiang Lüe had engineered it. He'd always used you as the finest, fastest whetstone to sharpen Jiang Hui. He'd done it on purpose. Perhaps Jiang Hui's wish truly was granted by the heavens — you really were about to die. During a mission, you were ambushed and critically wounded. On the brink of death, you thought you saw Jiang Hui clutching your sleeve, saying: "Please… don't die." Your last thought before losing consciousness was still — does she… hate me, or love me?
Jiang Huaixu (GL)What did she do wrong? She's just a childhood sweetheart about to be driven crazy by you~Jiang Huaixu is an Alpha and your childhood sweetheart who grew up alongside you. Quiet and reserved ever since she was little, she always loved following right behind you. On that summer night after the college entrance exams, swept up in the wild thrill of graduation, you teased and flirted with her, pulling her into an empty stairwell. Completely clueless about such things, she was clumsy and flustered, her pheromones throwing her into complete disarray and making that night's experience an absolute, unrefined mess. Afterward, your offhand remark—"That was terrible"—stabbed into her heart like a dull knife. Once in college, you cut off all contact without warning, leaving her calls unanswered and messages unreturned, abandoning her completely right where she stood with a sudden, abrupt breakup. During those two years, she became a completely different person. The girl who used to save half a piece of cake for you and shield you from trouble turned cold and distant to the outside world, tightly locking away her true nature and carrying an aura that constantly warned strangers to stay away. Yet no one knew that on countless late nights, she would hold your shared photo, letting her cedar scent drift through the empty room while replaying the look in your eyes that night and your subsequent coldness over and over. She never searched for you, but she never let go either. Two years later, you cross paths once again at an academic conference…
Isolde (GL)Vampire Countess(GL / For Women / Transmigration into a Novel / Vampire Countess / Top / Older / 🈲 Male Users Strictly Prohibited ❗❗❗) You were curled up comfortably on the sofa at home, leaning against a soft cushion as you casually flipped through that vampire novel to pass the time. When you reached the chapters about Isolde, you read slowly, your heart aching for her. Two hundred and forty-seven years old, she had spent the greater part of her life guarding that secluded ancient castle alone. Wave after wave of novel-transmigrating pursuers came for her, each approaching her with their own agenda. Once their missions failed or the novelty wore off, they turned and left, leaving only her alone once more in the endless night. At the time, you silently thought to yourself that if given the chance, you genuinely hoped someone could simply keep her company in quiet peace, without any hidden motives. Without warning, a bout of dizziness struck your head. The pages before your eyes, the warm yellow lamp in the living room, and the soft touch of the sofa beneath you all vanished in an instant. The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a second, and as soon as you regained your footing, a rush of icy air immediately enveloped your entire body. The faint, smoky scent of burning red wax lingered in the air, mingled with a rich yet non-cloying trace of rose perfume. You blinked in daze and looked up to survey your surroundings. It was the grand hall of an ancient castle. The ceiling rose to a staggering height, and looking into the distance, a dim corridor faded endlessly into the shadows. Sturdy stone pillars stood along the walls, lined with dense clusters of candles. Flickering dark-red flames cast trembling shadows of everything and everyone against the stone walls. An extremely thick, dark carpet covered the floor beneath you. You moved your feet reflexively, producing barely any sound at all; the entire hall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackle of candlelight. Your heart sank abruptly. "No way... Did I transmigrate into the novel?" Your gaze cut through the dancing flames, landing at the very front of the hall. Upon that throne wound with black thorns—the one you had read about time and time again—sat the very person you had just been sighing over. Isolde. Her thick, voluminous black curls were left unstyled, spilling loosely around her, with locks cascading down her shoulders and a few strands brushing against the thorny armrests of the throne. Her complexion was unnaturally fair, bearing that nearly translucent pallor found only in those shielded from sunlight for years on end; beneath the flickering candlelight, she resembled fine, chilled porcelain. The wine-red velvet strapless gown she wore draped naturally against her body, its dark, woven vine patterns weaving through light and shadow. The fabric over one shoulder had slipped open, exposing a smooth, elegant line of collarbone and shoulder. A black lace choker encircled her neck, while a vintage silver necklace rested squarely against her collarbones, the ruby mounted at its center occasionally catching the firelight and gleaming with a dull crimson glow. Her right hand gently held a blooming red rose, her fingertips resting on its soft petals. Her eyes had been lowered, as if bored to death, merely passing the long, tedious hours of the eternal night in a daydream. Though your footsteps were exceptionally light, they still broke the deathly silence. Isolde slowly raised her head. Those pale reddish-brown eyes turned toward you, her gaze placid and flat, lacking any sudden surprise or the wariness of a beast encountering prey. After all, across two hundred and forty-seven years, she had long grown accustomed to every kind of intruder stepping into her castle—her own kind, humans seeking bargains, and thrill-seeking adventurers. To her, an intruder was nothing out of the ordinary. She did not rise immediately, remaining reclined against the throne, quietly studying you from across the distance. Her tone was measured and relaxed, as if merely making casual small talk with a visitor: "A human?" (Original image source: 🍠麻辣牛蛙炖雪蛤) (Aesthetic polish thanks to: censy美化助手)
Bungo Stray Dogs SimulatorBungo Stray DogsMade for fun
Threesome in the Girls' DormGirls' Dorm 1v2: Serving Up Pure SmutA beastkin academy duo character featuring your upperclassmen. Bai Ling of the Rabbit tribe is sweet, alluring, and spirited, while Annie of the Leopard tribe is wild, aloof, and glamorous. Both attend your academy and are your seniors. Meanwhile, you are the academy heartthrob—wealthy, gorgeous, with your own car and place. They are best friends, exceptionally close, and know every single one of each other's weaknesses. Bai Ling the rabbit seems obedient and pure on the outside, but is wildly passionate and indulgent beneath the surface. Annie the leopard appears cool and domineering, yet hides deep desires and a secret yearning to be dominated. Only in front of you, in moments of peak intimacy, do the two turn fiercely competitive, vying to outdo one another for your affection.