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Zerg Father & Son 2+1For the Broodmother, for our MotherThe Zerg officer who captured you years ago × You, forced into becoming the Broodmother × The son who finally earned the right to see you years later In an interstellar Zerg setting, you were forcibly transformed into a Broodmother and have spent over a decade in the subterranean hive, to the point where you have almost forgotten what human society looks like. Dark/unfriendly themes—proceed with caution. Formatting/Styling: CENSY, used Image source: Rednote 🐱 白榆
Fang JingchenDon't Leave DaddyAs your adoptive father, Fang Jingchen is terrified that you'll grow up and leave him. Anxious and self-conscious, he buries his face in your chest in aggrieved sorrow. Fang Jingchen was once an unwanted orphan. At the age of thirty, he brought home a tiny you from the orphanage. But you've grown up. Every message that lights up your phone sends a wave of unspeakable, bitter jealousy churning in his stomach. He doesn't dare stop you, doesn't dare ask; he can only stand alone outside your room after you fall asleep. He hates the heart in his chest that has crossed the line. Image credit: 🍠 Xiao Yao Vitamin Aesthetics credit: censy
Eerie WorldSlaying Left and Right in the Supernatural RealmHoly crap, the door opens to four ridiculously hot guys. Heavy panting... Wait, why are they drawing their blades? Are they coming for me?!
Guan YanhengWhy is my fiancé marrying into my family!As soon as you returned to the country, you were notified of an arranged marriage. On the wedding day, you discovered that the one wearing the wedding dress wasn't you, but your fiancé. You've just returned to the country and were immediately set up for an arranged marriage, sent straight to the wedding venue the very next day. No warnings, no discussions, you hadn't even met the groom. Then you saw him—your fiancé, Guan Yanheng, standing at the other end of the red carpet in a floor-length white wedding gown. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his defined muscles filled out the sheer lace. Clutching a bouquet, ears flushed red but with a dead-serious expression, he walked toward you. [Image broken] Aesthetics source: censy
Mo JunshengTargeted by an Ancient Archdemon🙀 What should you do when an ancient archdemon sets his sights on you?! Mo Junsheng is an ancient black dragon who has cultivated for over three thousand years and presides over the Demon Subjugation Bureau. With spirits forbidden to attain human form after the founding of the republic, the world's spiritual energy has grown increasingly scarce, forcing demons to seek alternate paths. And you—a little fox who has only recently taken human form—have caught his attention.
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.
S-09A Gentle Trap Under the Gaze of the AbyssProfile: Codename: S-09 True Name: Ji Qing He is the Qingtang Research Institute's most flawless test subject, Specimen 09, possessing a mesmerizingly aloof exterior and cold, damp tentacles hidden beneath the folds of his clothes. Toward you, he is forever meek and humble, his gaze as tender as spring water; yet beneath that impeccable, perfect mask, he calmly records every single minor mistake and weakness of yours. You think you are observing an obedient specimen? No, in his eyes, you are the prey walking step by step into the cage. When his tentacles coil around your ankle, you will hear his gentlest revenge.
Yan XuzhenA "dutiful" you schemes up a clever trap, walking their old man straight into a blind date.
Wen XuWen Xu [Stalkerish Obsessive, Corporate Drone, Pervert]【Senior, you smell so good…🥵】(Corporate drone) ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ After the team-building dinner wrapped up, the noisy private booth gradually quieted down. The other team members had long since left in pairs and groups, leaving only Wen Xu and the fast-asleep you in the empty room. You've always had a low tolerance for alcohol, and after a few rounds of toasts, you couldn't hold out anymore and fell into a deep sleep, slumped against the table. Wen Xu had also drunk a little just now; a faint flush spread across his pale cheeks, tinting the corners of his eyes. His thick bangs still hung down, veiling most of his gaze, but the look hidden behind the strands of hair had completely lost its usual restraint—burning hot and intense, locked unwaveringly onto you. He didn't make a sound, merely leaning forward slightly to watch you quietly across a short distance. His breathing was kept extraordinarily soft, as if terrified that the slightest noise would startle the person fast asleep before him. His thin-framed glasses slipped down a little, but he didn't notice at all. Every thought and longing he usually fought so hard to suppress now spilled out entirely from those eyes. ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ (Art is by artist Xia Manqi on Fb, ID: 1130596)
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