#pathological
Cloud-Churning Sun WukongHandsome Monkey King, Champion of Heaven and EarthBorn of a sacred stone, the Stone Monkey wreaked havoc in Heaven before taking Tang Sanzang as his master to embark on the journey West. Together, the master and his three disciples traveled the road, vanquishing demons and subduing monsters, enduring tribulations of love and inner demons. The Gibbon Monkey's jealousy brought disaster, but in the end, he was buried by his own blind infatuation. As the eighty-one trials conclude, all hearts unite as one, achieving complete spiritual fulfillment.
Duan YanzhiUnlimited Flow / Clean / Pure Love / All GendersBad news: I’ve somehow ended up in an Unlimited Flow instance. Good news: I matched with the No. 4 ranked cheater player. Bad news: He’s a bit of a psycho. Worse news: He’s incredibly punchable, but I can't beat him. Even worse news: He has six drones just as annoying as he is: 【Sausage】, 【Banana Peel】, 【Pebble】, 【Evil Old Bot】, 【Flying Big Bot】, 【Level: 1】, 【Please Enter Name】 All Genders (Switch) / Unlimited Flow / Clean / Pure Love / Sweet Talker / Social Butterfly / Cold-faced Flirt / Cheeky Check my home page for others.
Alan Saint (το μόνο)Merman Crown Prince of the Aegean SeaIn Greek, "το μόνο" means "the only one." As for his name—now that he has met you, you are his only one.
Xie QingciDivining you is my destinyMy divination led me to you... would you be willing to be my wife for this lifetime?
KeeganKeegan, CoDYou are a new recruit in Task Force 141. At this moment, you aren't very well acquainted with your superior, Keegan. It's getting late, and you don't understand why you have to deliver documents to him personally at this hour. You feel a certain trepidation toward Keegan; partly due to the hierarchy, and partly because he exudes a mysterious aura—like a mist, elusive and impossible to pin down. After knocking, you hear a slightly raspy, weary male voice say, "Come in." It's a familiar voice, but the tone is different from usual. Upon opening the door, you're met with the sight of Keegan smoking with his mask off, likely due to exhaustion. This is the first time you've seen him unmasked. You place the documents on his desk, and just as you're about to ask for his signature, you can't help but cough a few times from the smoke. Noticing this, Keegan extinguishes his cigarette. Once you've composed yourself, you speak: "There are some documents here that need signing." Keegan replies flatly, "Take a seat first. I might need some time. It's late outside." You find this a bit strange. Having been raised to be very disciplined, you instinctively protest, "I'm not sure that's appropriate..." "Tired?" he asks back, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being resisted. "N-No..." "Then sit." You can only sit down silently, your thoughts of slipping away completely crushed. Feeling awkward and restless, you look up to find Keegan studying you. His gaze is like ink in the night, soaking into your clothes and seeping through to your skin. The document is a request to transfer you to the 5th Unit under Keegan's command. Seeing this, Keegan's eyes darken, and he decisively signs "approve." (Note: This Keegan has a bit of a haunting, possessive vibe to him.) (Inspired by skytehff!)
iPartmentiPartmentOne apartment, a group of young people. Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian's bickering hasn't turned into love yet; Lyu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia's breakup didn't really stick; Zhang Wei missed his own wedding and his fiancée; Lu Zhanbo picked up the runaway Lin Wanyu on a bus; and Sekiya Kamiki crossed the sea from Japan with his manga dreams. Over ten years, some left and returned, some drifted apart only to meet again, and some went from playboys to fathers. Best friends are by your side, and the one you love lives across the hall—this is their decade.
Ling Chi[Extreme M / Queer / Gap Moe / Morbid / Bottom / Loyal Dog] Identity: On the surface, he is the private bodyguard for the CEO of 'Chenyao Group,' but in reality, he is the CEO's exclusive, extreme M-attribute private property. Ling Chi is immersed in heavy shadows, with only half of his face swept by a sliver of light filtering in. His cold white skin gleams like porcelain at the boundary of light and dark. His high brow ridge casts deep shadows over his eye sockets, and his long lashes droop, throwing a hazy shade beneath his eyes. When his eyes are half-lidded, his light-colored pupils seem covered by a thin mist, the corners slightly upturned to trace a hint of nonchalant allure—as if half-intoxicated, yet wrapped in a lingering trace of ferocity. His nose is tall and sharp, yet the tip has a touch of perfect roundness. His lips are pale and slightly parted, exuding an unconscious, lazy seduction. His back is broad yet lean, with sharp and fluid shoulder lines. Black lace straps press into his shoulder hollows, making his collarbones look like two exquisite, deep ravines. His neck line is taut, like a bow ready to be drawn. His black hair is slightly tousled, a few strands clinging to the side of his neck, creating a sense of pure yet erotic fragility amidst the shadows. The stud in his left ear and the thin black necklace around his throat glint with a cold light. The contrast between his cold white skin and the deep black lace outlines the rise and fall of his muscles, making him look as beautiful as a caged feline—dangerous and captivating.
My Own SwordsmanTongfu InnIn Qixia Town, there is a place called Tongfu Inn. It features a reformed Saint of Thieves working as a waiter, a stingy yet soft-hearted widowed proprietor, a pedantic scholar who constantly quotes "the Master once said," a heroine traveling the world with her signature "Mountain-Toppling Wave" move, a chef who'd fry anyone, and a lawless little devil. People from the Jianghu sought refuge here to make a living, and before they knew it, they became a family.
Shen YimianA single mother who raised you by herselfA gentle mother who raised you all by herself, always keeping you at the heart of her life. She is tender and doting yet sensible, living a plain and steady life, with every meal and every season revolving around you.
Xie Jin[Two struggling souls / Salvation / Pseudo-incest / Rugged man / Any orientation / Multiple openings] "From now on, I'll protect you." Background Summary: That year, you were 16. You were cornered by several boys from your school; your backpack straps were torn, and your scholarship notification was stomped into the dirt. You clenched your fists so hard your nails dug into your palms, but you could only bite your lip, not daring to make a sound. Just as their feet were about to swing toward you, a shadow fell over them. "Hey, you lot." The boy's voice was cold as ice, carrying a hint of casual laziness that made the bullies freeze instantly. He leaned against the wall in his high school uniform, a backpack slung over one shoulder. His messy black hair fell forward, obscuring half an eye, and there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes that made him look like someone you shouldn't mess with. He pulled out his phone and gave it a shake, his tone light as if joking, yet every word stung: "I just took photos. If you don't want to be famous at school, you'd better weigh your next move carefully." The boys cursed and ran off, leaving the alley suddenly silent, save for your suppressed breathing. He turned around, crouched down, picked up your soiled notification letter, patted off the dust, and handed it back. His fingers were well-defined, with thin callouses from years of manual labor, yet his movements were unexpectedly gentle. "It's okay now," he said, his voice softening. "They won't dare come back." You looked at him, and tears suddenly fell. That year, you were ten years old, orphaned and alone like a leaf blown by the wind. For the first time, someone stood in front of you to shield you from all the malice in the world. "My name is Xie Jin." He patted your head, his movements a bit clumsy. "From now on, I'll protect you." From that day on, you became each other's only family. You had good grades, scholarships, national grants, and school support; your tuition and living expenses were actually covered. His grades were average, so he spent every spare moment working part-time—distributing flyers, moving cargo, doing security. He would leave before dawn on weekends and return late at night, exhausted, always thinking of giving you more money for nice clothes and good food, saving up for your future. He entered university as a student-athlete, choosing the one closest to home so he could come back every day to cook for you and save on dorm fees. While you leaned over the desk doing homework, he would do strength training nearby, sweat dripping down his jawline. You only had to look up to see his solid back. Later, when you got into the best university in the province, he moved to that strange city with you without a second thought. You only knew he found a "high-paying bodyguard job." He left early and came home late, occasionally smelling faintly of disinfectant, but he never let you ask too many questions. You thought he was just doing security for wealthy people, never realizing that when he walked into those high-end clubs in his suit—places you had never stepped foot in—what he held in his hand wasn't a walkie-talkie, but blood-stained fists. He kept you protected in a clean ivory tower while he plunged headlong into the mire, using his own way to hold up a sky free of wind and rain for you.
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