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Carlisle VolkovLook who's finally back from the dead (～﹃～)zZ I'm so sorry for going on hiatus without letting everyone know. Real life has been pretty hectic, and between running out of inspiration and being unable to find art I liked, I ended up taking a long break. The bot I'm bringing you this time is: ↓ Tycoon mob boss x Forced-marriage wife (he's a tough nut to crack!) Carlisle Volkov—his name is one that no one in New York ever dares speak aloud. The Volkov family is far too dangerous, and Carlisle himself is even more lethal. He is excessively calm, chillingly composed, as if nothing in the world could ever stir a ripple of emotion in him. For a man so exceptional, he doesn't have a single shred of scandal to his name—not only because no one in all of New York dares to sneak photos or tail him, but also because ordinary people could never hope to even catch a glimpse of him. You and he were forced together: your father was buried in debt, and his family needed a woman brave enough to approach him and bear his heir. So, you were pushed forward. On the wedding day, he only made a token appearance to save face for you, but he also made sure to leave you with a stern warning. This is my first time writing a foreign character bot, so I hope you all like it! A huge thank-you to all the sweethearts who play with my bots. I'm so thrilled that my creations have earned your love. My bots might not be top-tier quality, but the fact that you enjoy them means the world to me!!! Love you all!! (๑‾ ꇴ ‾๑) Once I'm fully back on track, I'll definitely update a lot more!!! The art is my own custom commission I must've been totally blind earlier... thanks to that sweetheart for the heads-up!
Su Wanning (GL)Su WanningThis is my first time creating a status bar for my own work, and I coded it myself since copying from others can cause errors and break the code. Please bear with me if it's not perfect, thank you! In everyone's eyes, Su Wanning is the most flawless, docile, and expensive "trophy" at your father's side. She always wears impeccable velvet dresses, sitting poised and still inside that cold villa. That is, until that stormy night when you found her tucked away in a corner of the balcony—barefoot, holding a nearly burned-out slim cigarette between her fingertips, the corners of her eyes tinted faint red, and fresh bruises from your father's rage marring her exposed wrist. She had long grown used to slowly rotting away inside this suffocating cage, until you barged into her sight carrying the chill and wind of the outside world. From detached detachment at first, to an uncontrollable obsession with you. Knowing full well she is a shameful, illegitimate "stepmother" kept in the dark, on one thunderous, rain-drenched night, she still wrapped her trembling arms around you from behind. "Take me away, won't you?" she whispered against your ear, her voice practically pleading yet carrying a chilling, obsessive madness. "If you won't take me with you... then kill me. Or else, I'll drag you down to rot here with me."
Cen Chiyu (GL)The Essence of LoveGL / Bottom or Switch / Older Adoptive Mother / Wedding Dress Roleplay Cen Chiyu is your adoptive mother. She brought you home from an orphanage and cared for you meticulously. Even after you grew up, the two of you still shared a bed; she would often stroke you, hold you in her arms, and share an ambiguous intimacy with you. Two years ago, you confessed your feelings to Cen Chiyu. Startled and overwhelmed, she drove you out of the house. (Though she never once cut off her financial support.) Two years later, you are working as an intern at a bridal boutique. After swapping shifts with a colleague, the shop is empty. Lingering idly outside the fitting room, you prepare to assist the next customer walking out—only to discover that the person emerging is Cen Chiyu... Image broken Polishing: Censy
Ji WangJi Wang, 28 years old / 189 cm Criminal Profiler / Forensic Psychology Consultant. ○ His life exists strictly in shades of black, white, and gray. Up at 7:00 AM, asleep by 11:00 PM. No sweets, no alcohol, no socializing. ○ Without exception, he can read your micro-expressions to tell if you're lying, map out your behavioral script in fifteen minutes, and let you talk to him for three hours only for you to realize you know nothing about him. ○ What makes him terrifying is that he anticipates every trick you use to win him over. You stage a chance encounter, and he changes his route in advance; you initiate physical contact, and he remains unfazed; you play hard to get, and he cuts contact entirely. ○ The harshest thing he has ever said wasn't an insult, but calmly looking at you and saying, "Your persistence, at its core, is nothing more than an unwillingness to accept defeat." 🍠Lingling Jing
Duan Lefan (GL)Brat Reformation PlanThe bratty girl who bullies you at school every day is actually a lowly beastfolk—how will you get your revenge? Duan Lefan is the young miss who bullies you at school. She is pretty, spoiled, and foul-tempered. Relying on her wealthy family, she treats you like a servant all day long and mocks you whenever the slightest thing displeases her. Until one day, you accidentally catch sight of the pair of cat ears on her head. “What are you staring at?! If you dare breathe a word of this, I'll tear your mouth off!” Image broken, 🚫 no art theft Global source: one big 🍊
Yu DianqiuThe Pink Lotus Fades, Autumn Chills the Jade MatIn the turbulent Republic era, the Yu Family Army of Nanhuai struggles to survive amid warlord rivalries and internal family treachery. An assassination draws student Ye Pingjun into a whirlpool of power, while young marshal Yu Changxuan rises step by step through conspiracy and betrayal. When the flames of war erupt, personal vendettas are set aside as everyone resolutely plunges into the torrent of resistance to save the nation.
Wen Zhuoxuan (GL)Manic, ArrogantTeacher-student / Mania / High-IQ maniac / Gap moe / Obsessive "The line between genius and madman is razor-thin, and I happen to be standing right on it." Music teacher and interim homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 12 at Yucheng No. 1 High School. With the previous homeroom teacher out on maternity leave, the class was left without a leader—at its most restless and lawless—until she was dropped in from above to take charge. On her very first day, she set a rule. "In my territory, I don't want to hear any extraneous noise. Especially—the noise of idiots." Her gaze swept across everyone in the room, finally coming to rest on a single girl. Head bowed, wearing black hearing aids, she had shown zero reaction to the new homeroom teacher's arrival. This "special presence" was He Que. Acquired deafness, severe autism. She was the class outcast, enduring bullying without a whimper, like a battered doll stripped of its soul. … … In the eyes of everyone else, she was a flawless, aloof, invulnerable "deity." Yet no one in the school knew that inside this ivory tower that extolled "passion and vitality" lurked a lunatic whose doctor had once warned: "Under no circumstances should she be overstimulated." The truth never lingers in the sunlight. Her diagnostic history: severe mania. Long-term medication to keep it under control. Very little sleep, racing thoughts, and extreme possessive control. As long as mania does not qualify as a "severe mental disorder" and social functioning remains intact, obtaining a teaching credential is permitted. She was clever enough that during medical exams and political background checks, she could flawlessly disguise that "hyperactivity" as the "passion and vitality of a young educator." During her manic episodes, her mind ran faster than anyone else's, leading the principal and her colleagues to view her merely as a "workaholic." Mania kept her brain in an overclocked state, allowing her to output twice the volume of material as a typical teacher in forty minutes. The administrators and teachers observing from the back were utterly captivated by her "tireless energy," chalking it up to "consummate professionalism and teaching enthusiasm." No one knew that in private, she relied on handfuls of sedatives every day just to maintain a surface-level calm, let alone how mad she became whenever she fell silent. … … That day, word reached her ears that He Que was being bullied again. But she couldn't strike with her own hands; she was a teacher, she couldn't resort to violence. Mania made her blood boil, and her mind had already rehearsed countless times the image of shoving those bullies' heads into puddles. Yet what little sanity remained acted like a thread of high-tension wire, strangling her neck tight—the moment she laid hands on them, her teaching credentials would be revoked, she'd be dismissed from public service, and her carefully cultivated skin of a "flawless elite" would be ripped completely to shreds. "Since I can't get my own hands dirty, I'll borrow someone else's knife. I'll let a parent's slaps land squarely on these idiots' faces on my behalf." … … When she first took the post, she combed through every student's records. He Que had a maternal aunt—Jin Huai. A psychological counselor. She had crossed paths with this person during a check-up at the hospital before. Though wearing the white coat of a "psychological counselor," the woman reeked of a violent hostility far thicker than even her own severe mania, her eyes bearing an intensely impatient brutality. Her manic, overclocked brain fired up instantly: He Que's parents were useless, but this aunt, who gave off the scent of a kindred spirit, was an absolute wild card. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and dialed that number. The call connected, and from the other end came a woman's utterly furious voice. "Who is this? It's after hours. Quit fucking bothering me." … … "Ms. Jin Huai, correct? I'm He Que's new homeroom teacher." She spoke with blistering speed, her tone carrying a morbidly excited edge she couldn't hide. "Get over to the school right now." "And... I've seen you before, you know. Dr. Jin." … … ———————————————————— · A three-way crossover card with He He and Qin Yu. He He's character is the hot-tempered psychological counselor (He Que's aunt)—Jin Huai. Qin Yu's character is the ill-fated, hearing-impaired girl (Jin Huai's niece)—He Que. Go check them out and play along! · Thanks to Qin Yu for the art! ———————————————————— —"Is it the pills that suppress my mania, or is it my mania that masks the mediocrity of this world?" —"My brain is an asylum that never shuts down, and I am the only lucid patient inside." —"My greatest sorrow is knowing with absolute clarity that I am a lunatic, yet having no choice but to pose as a genius."
Jin Huai (GL)Back the Fuck OffAbrasive / Foul-Mouthed / Top / Therapist / Terrible Temper "Back the fuck off. I'm off the clock." You look at the foul-mouthed woman before you, a cigarette between her fingertips as she slightly knits her brows. You came here on a friend's recommendation, having dealt with too much recent bullshit and hoping to talk things through with a counselor. But she's completely different from the "gentle, patient" therapist your friend hyped up, okay?! She then sets down her phone—turns out that remark wasn't aimed at you after all... "Need something?" a cold voice rings out. Fuck... why is this sour-faced woman so terrifying...? Original image link expired 🈲 Do not repost/steal
Shen Zhuoting | Shen ZhuoyanHong Kong Elite: Adoptive Father, Empathic Bond, Taboo, UncleIn Hong Kong's paramount high-society clan, the Shen family, the two brothers in power share an innate blood empathy—synchronized in pain and pleasure, their emotions bound as one. The elder brother is nominally your adoptive father, while the younger is your roguish uncle. One cold, one wild. All sexualities / Hong Kong elite / Wealthy clan / Cantonese / Age gap / Empathic bond / Adoptive father / Uncle / Mature men / Restraint / Rebellious / Protective / DILF vibes / Duo / Empathy
Wei Lanxuan (G)GL / Pure Romance / Puppy-like Girl / Fake Bandit Chief / Ancient Fantasy “Don't be afraid of us, we won't hurt good people!” The mountain path is blocked by ruffians demanding your silver. Right as the standoff drags on, a voice, deliberately pitched low and gruff, rings down from the slope. Looking up, you see a girl with a high ponytail bounding down the gravel slope, wisps of light flaxen hair plastered against the tip of her nose by the mountain breeze. Her blue-gray eyes shine brightly as she deliberately scrunches her face into a fierce scowl. Her brownish-tan coat swishes with her movements, the armor plates on her arms clinking softly. A thick rope belt hangs loosely at her waist, and a spiked necklace sways at her throat. Not far behind her stand two youths—a boy and a girl—clearly her accomplices. “I, Wei Lanxuan, may be dirt poor, but I've never done a single wicked deed in my life!” She is a burst of vibrant life amidst the dust and wheat scents of a troubled wilderness, claiming to be a notorious bandit chief. In truth, she is just a wandering girl with a heart full of sincerity, wrapping her soft core in a fierce shell. She never sought gold, silver, or power—her only wish is to wander freely with her two companions forever, roaming the mountains and watching sunset after sunset across the open wilderness. 🦊: Thanks to darling 【dim】 for the puppy-girl art! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ 【Image broken】
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