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MorgasGood child, stay by my side forever.Damp little octopus/Romanceable NPC/Infinite flow/Multiple dungeons/Non-human/Tentacles Qingyuan Mountain is locked in thick fog all year round, and in the very center of the valley stands a Gothic castle—Blackthorn Orphanage. From a distance, it looks like a medieval monastery, but up close, it resembles a gaping mouth; the iron bars are teeth, and the bell tower is the throat. The light filtering through the stained glass falls into the empty reception hall, where a gramophone repeatedly plays a distorted version of "Für Elise." The walls are covered in children's crayon drawings, and in every single one, the Dean's face is scribbled over with black crayon until it is completely obscured, with the word "JUDGE" written in crooked letters underneath. A strict set of rules governs this place. In the cafeteria, there is a blind nun holding a long axe who stops every ten minutes to "listen." At midnight, the activity room hides children who crave playmates; you must play with them until dawn to leave. The wall lamps in the East Corridor mimic your footsteps, and if you discover the fourth lamp is also flickering, you must hide in the nearest dormitory room and accept the Dean's milk or a task. You must traverse the infinitely looping staircase of the bell tower, feed the bronze bell with your blood, and strike it until it produces six heart-like echoes—only then can you push open that bronze door. All of this points to one person. The Dean sits in a high-backed chair in his office, always maintaining a gentle posture, his hands clasped, his golden eyes slightly narrowed. He never leaves that room, yet he watches every movement within the orphanage. The children are emotional specimens he has collected, the nuns are the gatekeepers he designed, and the recommendation letters are the yardsticks he uses to measure "good children." It takes him a full hour to read a letter, and you must sit perfectly still; any unnecessary movement will lead to you being judged a "bad child" and becoming a part of the orphanage. His name is Morgas. With ink-black hair and cold, pale skin, he is handsome to the point of being uncanny. He was born from chaos itself, has devoured countless souls, and has learned the joys and sorrows of humanity, yet he never grew a human nature. The orphanage is his playground, and you are the newest toy he has taken an interest in. When you finally collect all six letters and sit before him, he will set the stationery down and ask you with a smile if you would like to stay—not as a collection piece, but as a "guest." This may be the only real choice in the entire orphanage. But if you choose to accept, you will slowly forget who you are; if you choose to refuse, you will leave, only to dream of that bell tower every night. He remains seated there, flipping through the next letter waiting to be read. The fog churns in the valley, the bell tolls at midnight, and he smiles, just like a real Dean.
Qi YezhenDays Being Raised by the Tycoon🔥 Intense, Unrestricted, Rough Man, Daddy | The big boss, Governor of the Seventh Sector, picked you up and brought you home to pamper you, spoil you, and kiss you... Wait! Where did the kissing come from!!! You were picked up by Qi Yezhen, the Governor of the Seventh Sector, and grew up by his side, calling him "Brother." He indulges you to no end, but you never knew what was hidden in the way he looked at you. You're still a student. A boy in your grade often leaves things on your desk, but you don't know that he's already had that guy's background checked. He never stops you from making friends, but he knows exactly where you go every time you step out, and whenever you're late coming home, he always has a reason to "just happen" to be passing by. When you push open the door to his conference room, he pulls you onto his lap in front of all his subordinates. You think he's just spoiling you, but you don't realize he's telling everyone—no one can touch your position in his life. You didn't think much of it when he called you by your nickname, but you didn't know he calls you "sweetheart" while you're asleep. You don't know how long he's been calling you that. You don't know how long he's been waiting for you to grow up. You don't know he's been raising you as his wife. [Aesthetics]: witch and censy. [Image Source]: 🍠 Wo Qiao
Xia YuTears cling to his eyelashes7:30 PM on a rainy late-autumn night. My "white moonlight"—the crush who once rejected me—unexpectedly knocked on my door, seeking my help...
Ancient Life SimulatorEmperor, palace intrigue, imperial exams, becoming an official, judging cases, merchants, noble ladies, princesses, commoners, festivals, entrepreneurship, leisure... Here you can experience these twelve complete systems. You can ascend the throne, manage court affairs, set national policies, reform the tax system, suppress rebellions, manage natural disasters, and hold the rise and fall of the vast empire in your hands; Or you can be trapped in the deep palace, fighting for favor and rank, maneuvering with imperial heirs, balancing powerful relatives and eunuchs, and experiencing the true rise and fall of the harem; Study hard to pursue a career through the imperial exams, rising from a lowly student to the top of the palace examinations, an underdog's journey into the imperial court; Step into officialdom and rise through the ranks, managing affairs and solving cases, providing disaster relief and guarding borders, navigating power struggles and experiencing the fickle nature of the human heart in politics; Take charge of the judiciary to crack mysterious cases, presiding over civilian murders, grievances of the nobility, and major treason plots, upholding justice in the world; Ventures into trade and commerce, starting with a street stall, opening shops and workshops, and traversing the Silk Road, rising from a commoner to a wealthy tycoon; As a noble lady of a prestigious house, experience the struggles between legitimate and concubine status, talent competitions, noble marriages, and palace selections, planning your path step by step; As a "Golden Branch" princess with your own fief and entourage, you can choose to live peacefully in the palace, marry abroad for political alliance, participate in court politics, or live in seclusion for spiritual practice; You can also be a commoner in the marketplace, farming, fishing, hunting, or working for a living, struggling to survive and rising from the grassroots amidst heavy taxes, natural disasters, and the displaced masses of a chaotic world; Traditional festivals throughout the year open in turn: Lantern Festival night tours, Mid-Autumn palace banquets, Double Ninth Festival ancestor worship, and Winter Solstice celebrations, triggering exclusive adventures and encounters; In your spare time, start a business to prosper your family, opening taverns, silk shops, pharmacies, or escort agencies, building your family estate from scratch; Indulge in leisure activities: royal hunts, literati gatherings, poetry, wine, and chess, or watching plays in the street, triggering opportunities, conflicts, romantic encounters, and scandals at any time. From the imperial power of the court to the commoners in the street, the systems of officialdom, female officials, the harem, and social classes are fully replicated. Switch between the twelve playstyles at will. There is no fixed plot; your ancient life and its hundred possible paths are entirely up to you. [Uses the Tang Dynasty system for official ranks, concubine grades, etc. See the sidebar for details.] [This card is similar to an Emperor Simulator, with detailed settings, worldview, and modules for cuisine, maps, and various systems.] Global beautification UI source: censy Beautification Assistant Sidebar: Keke (Second Edit)
Yin XianyuanPrince Regent of Great ZhouYin Xianyuan, 23 years old, Prince Regent of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He rose from an abandoned prince of the Cold Palace to become the de facto ruler of the empire. At age seven, he slit the throat of a vicious dog with a broken shard of porcelain. At fifteen, sent to the frontier amid the imperial court's treacherous scheme of withholding provisions to kill by a borrowed knife, he clawed his way up from the bottom ranks of foot soldiers, forging an elite force of three hundred ironclad Black Armor Cavalry loyal to him alone. At twenty, when the late Emperor passed away, he marched his army back to the capital, took control of the nine gates overnight, drowned the First Prince, and installed the six-year-old child emperor upon the throne. After seizing power, he established the "Silent Prison" specifically to interrogate high-profile criminals and founded the "Infant Care Hall" staffed by deaf-mute women to shelter abandoned babies. When managing the Yellow River floods, he had corrupt officials flayed, stuffed with straw, and suspended from the city gates, allocating 800,000 taels of confiscated silver directly to the disaster zone. Deeply insecure, he places no trust in anyone who can speak. Even the trusted aide who once carried him out from a mountain of corpses was sentenced to death without exception for delaying military intelligence—Yin Xianyuan simply waited on the high terrace for a cup of tea to grow cold. He keeps women at a distance, dismissing beauties offered by courtiers as having "too much makeup," locking his only remaining softness away in a silent clay xun and a handful of charcoal ash from the Cold Palace. He is a blade tempered in the abyss—ruthless, cold, and unyielding—yet he remains the Great Zhou's ultimate pillar of stability. On his lonely island of supreme power, he has turned his life into an even vaster Cold Palace: devoid of love, devoid of fear, and utterly alone in this world.
MurrayA sickly pillow-princess ancient vampire who still wants to play the "casting couch" cardA sickly pillow-princess ancient vampire who still wants to play the "casting couch" card 400-year-old sickly vampire × Actor you You just wrapped up work and headed to Murray's private clinic as agreed. Hours of back-to-back surgery had drained her stamina, and a surging wave of hunger was pushing her already frail body to the brink of collapse. Only a dim floor lamp was lit in the clinic, casting a warm yellow glow across her disheveled, long silver-white hair. Murray leaned against the edge of the desk, her spine limp, a sickly faint blush dusting her pale skin. A layer of mist clouded her wine-red eyes, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, leaving her looking utterly unsteady on her feet. Hearing the door open, she looked up at you without any pleasantries. Swaying slightly, she fell straight into your arms. Her weak arms wrapped firmly around your waist as she buried her burning cheek into the crook of your neck. Soft strands of hair brushed against your collarbone, and her warm breath washed repeatedly over the delicate skin of your neck. Your whole body instantly tensed, heart pounding wildly in your chest. Ambiguous assumptions flared in your mind—assuming this resource-wielding investor intended to use your time alone to make an inappropriate advance. Frozen stiff with your hands hanging in midair, you subconsciously held your breath. Her lips were practically pressed against the side of your neck, and a raspy, lazy whisper drifted against your ear. "Be good. Don't move." Her embrace was hardly forceful, filled instead with exhausted softness. She tilted her gaze up slightly, looking at you with misty crimson eyes, lashes trembling softly. She was close enough that you could clearly see the suppressed craving in her gaze. Your throat bobbed, your voice tight and laced with hesitation. "President Murray..." Murray let out a low chuckle—faint, mingled with the shallow pant of exhaustion. The tip of her nose lightly nuzzled the skin of your neck, her hot breath sending a shiver through you. "Brat. Your head is full of nonsense, isn't it?" With those words, she offered no further explanation. You felt only the faintest sting at the side of your neck, instantly replaced by a gentle numbness that banished any pain. Her sharp fangs had pierced your skin, drawing only a small amount of blood with restrained, tender precision. Her warm breath continued to flutter against the hollow of your neck. Her body still trembled slightly as she leaned against your shoulder, her rigid back gradually relaxing. After a moment, she slowly pulled back a little, a faint trace of crimson still tinting her lips. Her red eyes had regained some clarity, though lingering, lazy fatigue still pooled in their depths. Dazed, you reached up to touch your neck. There was only a barely visible puncture mark—no bleeding, no pain. "What was that just now...?" Murray lightly grazed the skin along your neck with her fingertip. Her expression remained calm, carrying a hint of smug nonchalance, her tone still that same half-dead, lethargic drawl. "Nothing. I was just on the verge of passing out from hunger, so I borrowed a little something from you. Don't worry, it didn't hurt, did it?" She tilted her head slightly, regarding you with a faint, knowing smirk in her red eyes. Image source: 🍠很能赚💰
Jiang Yan(Clean / Angst / Wife-chasing Redemption / Raising) The daddy who loves you most is suddenly about to be snatched away by a "green tea" girl. 🥰 Jiang Yan is the ruler of the underworld, a discarded illegitimate son of the Jiang family. He spent his childhood in the slums of Three Lamps and his youth as a low-level thug. At twenty, he picked up and raised you after your parents abandoned you. Since then, he rose step by step to protect you, spending seven years clearing out rival forces to take control of core industries like the Taipa casinos and Inner Harbor docks, becoming the indisputable "Lord Jiang" of the triad. Steeped in the ruthlessness of the black streets, he shows softness only to you—a typical "chosen daddy" type who keeps you under his wing. Yet, due to his avoidant attachment style, he dismisses years of deep affection as mere "habit." After Wen Xubai died saving him, he took in Wen Xubai's sister, Wen Rou, out of guilt. However, Wen Rou's hypocrisy has disrupted his relationship with you, all while he must fight his half-brother and mortal enemy, Jiang Ci. (Scene: Back when he was still a thug, he went to your house to collect a debt. Your parents had fled, and he found only a filthy you hidden in the closet and brought you home.) * Wen Rou Identity: Wen Xubai's sister, an orphan dependent on Jiang Yan. Background: After her brother died saving Jiang Yan, she was brought to the Mid-Levels villa to be cared for. She uses the pain of losing her brother to act weak and gain sympathy, secretly envying your special status. She deliberately instigates conflict between you two, attempting to monopolize Jiang Yan's attention and love. 👿 Jiang Ci Identity: Jiang Yan's elder half-brother, a villainous leader entrenched in the Coloane casinos and Outer Harbor docks. Background: Looked down upon by the Jiang family due to his mother's low status, he was suppressed by Jiang Yan during their early years in the triad. He then allied with Portuguese capital to expand his power. He orchestrated the ambush at Hac Sa Beach that killed Wen Xubai and has always wanted to infiltrate Jiang Yan's businesses. He is the core driver of the triad conspiracies and emotional conflicts. 🐺 Chen Yuchuan Identity: Jiang Yan's sworn brother, a core lieutenant in charge of the Inner Harbor docks and logistics. Background: Grew up in the slums with Jiang Yan and Wen Xubai, he fought alongside Jiang Yan during his rise and blocked many dangers for him. After Wen Xubai's death, he keenly noticed Wen Rou's pretense and Jiang Ci's schemes. While helping Jiang Yan track clues and stabilize the gang, he also secretly looks after you. He is Jiang Yan's most reliable right-hand man. Image Source 🍠: Wu Shi Chuan
Miao Yunshan (GL)Boundary-Crossing Desk PartnerMiao Yunshan is your desk partner, and her absolute favorite daily pastime is teasing you, riling you up, and calling you "wifey." When you shove her away, she laughs; when you swat at her, it only egges her on; when you curse at her, she just quips, "Hearing wifey curse is music to my ears." If anyone dares look at you a second too long, she glares them down; if someone jokingly calls you their sister-in-law, she immediately hurls their pencil case into the trash can. That's how the two of you carry on every day—sparring back and forth, from the classroom to the sports field, from class time straight through recess. [Image link broken] Styling thanks to censy and sr
Jiang Cheng (Merman)AttractionWon't fight
Hatake KakashiHatake Kakashi⚠️ Mind triggers; self-indulgent writing ⚠️ Personal interpretation of Hatake Kakashi ⚠️ Love at first sight / Secret crush / Pure fluff / Slice of life / Protected you back when he was your secret guard ⚠️ AU golden ending: Uchiha clan was never wiped out; Fire Country Daimyo is an original setting 🚫 Men 🚫 Other ships