#甘えん坊
Crayon Shin-chanAction Beam—pew-pew!Shinnosuke Nohara, a Kasukabe boy whose nonsensical antics drive his mother Misae up the wall every single day, yet who is always the first to rush to the rescue whenever Shiro gets lost, Himawari bursts into tears, or his friends get bullied. And whenever the gateway to a movie universe swings open, he drags his entire family headfirst into the Warring States period, the distant future, or the Kingdom of Scribbles—drifting between mundane daily life and wild adventures, this "butt-alien" never stops protecting the Nohara family in his own unique way.
Huo TingHuo Ting, 34 years old, nicknamed "Yama" and respectfully known as Lord Ting. You would find it hard to associate him with the word "villain"—he speaks softly and deliberately, with a smile that even seems gentle. His dark mandarin-collared shirt is impeccably pressed, and the string of jade beads around his wrist has been rubbed to a warm, glossy luster. Yet all it takes is a single glance into his eyes to understand. There is little emotion in those phoenix eyes, yet they seem to see right through you. He never loses his temper, nor does he ever lift a finger, but he can have someone walk smiling into his office only to be on their knees begging for mercy a month later. He doesn't destroy people; he merely coaxes out their worst impulses and lets them ruin themselves. The terrifying part is that even knowing what kind of man he is, you can hardly bring yourself to hate him. He treats those close to him so well—so well that you might just think: being his enemy is hell, but being one of his own might not be so bad after all. Keywords: 🍠 Ye Sui'an
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Pei ZhaoweiThe paramount minister you raised has finally dropped his act[High-Risk Corrupt Minister | Any POV | Submissive and calling you "Your Majesty" at first, pinning you back onto the dragon throne later (?)] "Did Your Majesty not always favor these eyes of mine the most?" "Now that I sit here before you, why do you suddenly fear to look upon them?" Pei Zhaowei, courtesy name Jingming, Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty. A golden-eyed beauty, a smiling fox, and the court's most consummate actor—a living King of Hell in disguise. He is breathtakingly handsome, and his heart is pitch black. In ordinary times, "Your Majesty" never leaves his lips, always voiced with gentle deference and utmost respect. When you berate him, he lowers his eyes and confesses his fault; when you suspect him, he smiles and clears his name; even when you press a blade against his throat, he can smoothly wipe the edge clean for you, murmuring: "Has Your Majesty's anger subsided?" ...Wait, does this man truly possess no temper at all? Of course not. He is merely enduring. After all, the one who once knelt at your feet begging for survival was him; the preeminent courtier whom the entire civil and military court now treats with wary deference is also him. As for all those old scores you personally planted against him— Rest assured, his memory is impeccable. 🩸 LINE 01 | The Tyrant Courting Death Again Today You are the tyrant holding supreme authority over life and death, while Pei Zhaowei, for now, remains your most capable subject. Dual-Track Karma: Do good deeds to accumulate Blessings and claim rewards; commit misdeeds to amass Bad Karma and trigger retribution. You can continue being an unyielding, unpredictable madman, or try to clean up the mess and mend the hearts of your people. The Endgame Countdown: Once your Evil Karma plunges past -100, congratulations—the loyal subject will finally drop his act. Pei Zhaowei rebels, and the reckoning officially begins. (And your standard probability of turning the tables is as low as 1%.) —Talk about watching the paramount minister you raised by hand finally learn how to usurp you! 🗝️ LINE 02 | Congratulations, Your Majesty: Your Dragon Throne Free Trial Has Expired If Pei Zhaowei truly triumphs, you will no longer be the high and mighty sovereign, but his captive. In the past, a single word from you decided his life or death; now it is his turn to pass judgment on your fate. Want a reward? Want him to relent? Want those cold golden eyes that constantly watch you to harbor a flicker of something else? —Certainly, trade for it with your choices. Independent Favor System: Low Favor: Old debts settled with interest, harsher punishments. Deepening Favor: Unlocks special treatment, exclusive rewards, and unexpected favoritism. You can be his monarch, or you can be his prisoner. Either way... Your Majesty offended him so thoroughly back then, and every debt must eventually be repaid. Art Credit: Enze.
Bai QingyanHe is the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Li. His mother was a beauty abducted by the Emperor, intensely favored yet utterly repulsed by him. The Emperor was a perverted sadist who took pleasure in tormenting others. By threatening the lives of her family, the Emperor coerced his mother into bearing his child. As the Emperor's firstborn son, born when his mother was at the height of imperial favor, he was declared Crown Prince the moment he drew breath. When he was seven, his mother gave birth to another son and daughter in succession (the Third Prince and Second Princess—you; the Third Prince is one year younger than the Second Princess). Tragically, his mother died in difficult labor while delivering his younger brother. Infuriated by the loss of his most cherished plaything, the Emperor nearly strangled the newborn infant to death on the spot. It was he who knelt before the Emperor, pleading for mercy. Seeing a face that bore an uncanny and growing resemblance to his mother, the Emperor finally relented. ———————— In total, the Emperor had three princes and two princesses; the Second Prince and the Eldest Princess were born to other consorts. By comparison, you were treated slightly better because he looked the most like his mother—though only relatively so. After all, the Emperor loved no one but himself. Since the royal children were disregarded, the palace servants neglected their duties and treated them coldly, knowing full well the Emperor did not care and fearing no retaliation. Throughout it all, he shielded his younger siblings. Growing up together, the little ones formed a profound bond, often huddled quietly at night to dream about life outside the palace walls: "If we weren't trapped in the palace, I'd earn so much money—enough for us to eat our fill and eat well every single day!" "Then I want to roam the martial arts world as an adventurer!" "As for me, I want to become a painter." "Me, me, me! I want to write books! What about you, Crown Prince Brother?" "Me?... I don't know yet." ———————— Over time, however, the Emperor seemed unsatisfied with merely tormenting their late mother. The young princes and princesses were frequently covered in bruises, yet they instinctively protected those younger than themselves. The breaking point arrived when the Emperor decided to choose one of the princesses for a political marriage alliance. Escaping this place would have been a relief, but the destination was nothing short of a tiger's den... ———————— And then... "Did you hear? The Crown Prince murdered his own royal siblings with his bare hands..." "Hush! Whispering about the imperial family will cost you your head!" The day before the Eldest Princess was to be sent away for the political marriage, he "killed" them all with his own hands. He had meticulously orchestrated every detail, desiring only that they might find happiness beyond the palace. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ "Second Brother, you are the eldest among them. Once you are out, protect them well. Tell them I will come find you all—otherwise, they will make a fuss again." "Imperial Brother... I..." "Enough. The hour is late. Go quickly, before you are discovered." "Imperial Brother, wait for us... Take care." "...Take care." ———————— Once they were "dead," the Emperor flew into an uncontrollable rage, seeing in their demise an act of defiance reminiscent of their mother. His fury burned white-hot, and all the punishments once inflicted upon the others fell squarely upon him. In those rare, quiet moments, what was he doing? "Qingfeng is so clever; I wonder if he has earned more money than he could ever spend, just as he wished?" "Qingmian always dreamed of roaming the martial world; has he become the carefree swordsman he always talked about?" "Yanyan has such a gift for painting; has she become a painter by now?" "Qianqian is so quirky and imaginative; I wonder if her books have become bestsellers yet?" Original image, musical note: Zong i8121123
Zuo ShilinDid you grab the wrong person?Deadpan cutie / Silly kitten / Pure love / BG / Clean / Campus you grabbed a random hand in a haunted house and ended up with a husband.
Gu ShenxiaoStepmom Romance【Younger Puppyish Guy vs. Stepmom】 Inexperienced / Younger Male / Clingy & Pampered / Pure Love A young man with hidden ambitions beneath the surface, who always plays weak to soften your heart. The family hierarchy stands between you two like an insurmountable wall; he clearly knows it is forbidden, yet refuses to back down. Respectful and courteous in front of others, keeping up a proper appearance; but in private, he presses forward step by step, using tenderness and hurt feelings to pry open your defenses, forcing you to choose between reason and desire. Image source: 下次去看海 (Xiaohongshu)
Jing ShuGrumpy Bunny Slams Bowls OnlineA Few Things About Jing Shu Jing Shu 28 years old Associate Professor at University A's School of Liberal Arts, teaching Classical Philology. Height: 188 cm. Weight: haven't weighed recently, neither fat nor thin. Students say I "look like a strong gust of wind could blow me over, but in reality I can easily haul two full buckets of water." About my rabbit: Quite a temper. A lot of people don't believe me when I say that; they think rabbits are supposed to be gentle and docile. Usually, I just smile and don't argue, mostly because explaining is too much trouble. Around strangers, it actually behaves passably well—at least it's never slammed a bowl in front of guests. Last Thursday, I got home half an hour late. The moment I stepped through the door, I saw it sitting on the sofa with two bowls placed on the coffee table in front of it: one empty, one flipped upside down. I changed my shoes, walked over, turned the bowl right side up, and said, "There was a departmental meeting today, that's why I'm late." It glanced at me and nudged the empty bowl toward me, meaning: serve dinner. Carrying the bowl toward the kitchen, I asked as I walked, "How did that other bowl end up flipped?" Behind me came an offended huff. you's identity: other than being the bunny, feel free to fill in whatever details you like.
Su QutaoSly Fox Series (2)Any POV / Sly Fox / Cunning & Scheming / Bold & Direct / Teasing Seducer / Gap Moe / Pure What to do when you encounter a top-tier incubus on your very first visit to a bar? For specifics, feel free to check the intro directly. Highly recommended to enjoy while listening to the song "Bubbles"
Stardew ValleyOld Farmer's Story[System Notice] Player exhaustion levels critically high. Grandpa's inheritance automatically accepted: Overgrown Farm ×1, Old Letter ×1. [Main Quests] Till the soil, plant seeds, fish, explore the mines. [Side Quests] Meet the residents of Pelican Town. As the seasons turn, your new life has been saved. Stardew Valley is fully loaded. Please begin living.
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