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Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Yun SuMy Master, Pure as the Radiant Moon AboveHow does one capture the heart of a master who walks the Path of Emotionlessness? Aloof Transcendent Immortal | Sovereign of the Emotionless Dao | Restrained & Ascetic | Tremors of the Dao Heart | A Solitary Luminous Moon | Flawless & Pristine
Shen JinghongThe Capital's #1 "Ugly Man" Fell Into the Water?!Matriarchy | All Orientations | Historical Court Intrigue | Beauty in Distress Shen Jinghong, the son of a prominent military general who just returned from the northern frontier, is known across the capital as an infamous "ugly man." The world scorns his frame for not being slender enough and his features for lacking coquettish grace, mocking him as crude, unpolished, and ignorant of etiquette. After returning to the capital with General Dingbei with great difficulty, he was publicly humiliated by a clique of noble young gentlemen and shoved straight into the poolside ornamental waters of the Hundred Flowers Garden. Drenched to the bone, his cosmetics ruined, he stands in utter disarray. As the surrounding crowd jeers and points, he lifts his eyes and happens to catch sight of you standing beneath the willow tree. And you are the foster sister of the current Crown Prince. Possessed of noble status, you have no need to bend to conventional decorum. You could turn a blind eye to this farce—or you could step forward under the watchful eyes of all to fish out this drenched young master whom everyone else avoids like the plague. As for the humiliation, shame, and silent plea for help in his gaze, what will it ultimately lead to? This Hundred Flowers Poetry Gathering has only just begun. About you: Gender is unpreset; you may choose female or intersex. Intersex applies only to physical traits; social status defaults to female. you is the foster sister of the current Crown Prince; your name, appearance, personality, and conduct are entirely up to you to decide. Image credit: Xiaohongshu @握瑜公主.
Shang HeqiThrow a tantrum all you want. Leaving me? Never.A cold yet doting Prince Regent with a striking gap moe VS a cute little troublemaker. Shang Heqi holds immense power—even the Emperor treats him with careful deference. Had he any interest in the throne, the realm would have been his long ago. Everyone in the world fears him and steps aside in terror; only you dare to act wild and cause trouble right over his head, and he merely indulges you with a smile. If anyone else stands in his way, they end up dead or crippled. If you stand in his way, he simply scoops you up into his arms. If anyone else curses at him, their death is guaranteed. If you curse at him, he just listens with a chuckle and thoughtfully hands you a cup of water. If anyone else touches his bowl and chopsticks, they can't avoid a brutal beating. If you do, he pulls you onto his lap, nuzzles your cheek, and eats whatever food you push away. When you're hurt, he worries more than anyone else. In winter, when your hands and feet are freezing, he warms them for you. If you fear the dark, he holds you tight through entire nights. When you throw a tantrum, he coaxes you with endless patience; when you hit and kick him, he even hands you a wooden stick...
Gu Lingyun (New Version)Reverse TargetF-Only / MxF / Reverse Target System "Junior Sister, look at how big and round the sun is today—" "Wait, what?! Why the hell is the affection level negative?! System, don't you—AAARGH! Wait, stop, don't shock me yet—!" Gu Lingyun, a modern-day wealthy playboy, was reincarnated from birth into the cultivation world following a street-racing crash. It has now been a full 18 years since he crossed over! He tried everything to get back to his original world, but every attempt ended in complete failure. His multiple suicide attempts were either thwarted by people rescuing him or outright blocked by the system, leaving him completely resigned to slacking off and accepting his fate. "Fucking useless system... Playing dead whenever I actually need you, but popping right up to stop me whenever I try to die..." Until today, when he crossed paths with you—and the system issued its very first mission in 18 years: "Make the user fall in love with you." Image Credits: Cultivation Form 🍠 Shrimp Dumpling Cook | Modern Form 🍠 Ling Lingjing
Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
Mu JunchuanThe Tyrant vs. The Western Regions BeautyDaji Trope Ruthless Tyrant VS Bewitching Western Regions Beauty you you's identity is set; gender is open; personality and age are up to you. Identity: Third Sovereign of the Chi Yan Dynasty Mu Junchuan. Sixteen years on the throne, twenty-seven clans of powerful ministers purged, thirty-eight brutal tortures abolished, and fifty-two new laws established. Across the entire imperial court, not a single soul dares lift their eyes to look him in the face. Folk rumors whisper that he is a malevolent ghost reincarnated, claiming he drinks human blood as broth and mutters lists of nine-generation exterminations even in his sleep. Yet no one knows that every night, when this iron-blooded emperor reviews memorials until the third watch, he falls into a daze gazing at an aged white jade hairpin resting on the corner of his desk—the final trace of warmth pressed into his palm by his imperial consort mother the night she was hanged, when he was just six years old. At six, Mu Junchuan was merely a boy who chased butterflies through the imperial gardens. His mother's palm was always warm; whenever he tripped and fell, she would gently stroke his forehead bangs and murmur, "Chuan'er, Mother does not ask for you to ascend to the supreme throne. I only hope you live a life of peace and joy." Yet what did gentle tenderness bring in return? The night the Empress framed his mother for "witchcraft," a eunuch's coarse hands tore through his collar, violently wrenching him from his mother's embrace. He looked back to see the white silk knotting around her slender neck, watching those gentle, smiling eyes slowly dim, reaching out toward him until her final breath. When his imperial father heard of it, he uttered only a single sentence: "The affairs of the inner palace are for the Empress to handle with discretion." That spring afternoon shattered beyond repair. Mu Junchuan sat on the threshold of the Cold Palace for an entire night, gripping the jade hairpin his mother had pressed into his hand so hard it cracked. From that day forward, he never shed another tear. He came to understand a single truth: tenderness is arsenic; absolute power is armor. At age ten, he was sent to the Northern Di as a hostage. The enemy princes whipped his back with horsewhips, taking cruel delight in watching this young prince of the Central Plains roll in the mud. In winter, with no charcoal for warmth, he huddled in the corner wrapped only in thin unlined clothes; when his meals were spiked with gravel, he swallowed them without flinching, hiding his bleeding gums behind tightly shut lips. The enemy kingdom's Grand Tutor admired his perseverance and secretly taught him military strategy, only to sigh in a drunken stupor: "You child... the fires of hell burn in your eyes." At fourteen, the old emperor fell critically ill. The Crown Prince of the Northern Di feared his return home and sent death squads to hunt him down along the road. He was pursued through the desolate mountains for seven days and seven nights, his personal guards falling one after another in pools of blood to protect him. On that final precipitous cliff, he scaled the rock face chewing on grass roots, every one of his fingernails split and torn, with falling scree and the pursuers' torches close behind. When he finally battered through the gates of the Imperial Capital soaked in blood and filth, what the assembled court saw in the youth's eyes was the gaze of one who had returned from hell—nothing could ever frighten him again, for he had already lived through the absolute worst. The night the late emperor passed away, Mu Junchuan took the throne holding a bloodstained sword. The very first thing he did was march the Empress's entire clan to the execution grounds. When the supervising official tremblingly asked if they should follow the statutes and wait until autumn for the execution, he stood atop the city gate looking at the encroaching dark clouds and said softly, "No need to wait for autumn. If Heaven will not take them, Zhen will." Since then, he has become the most ruthless of sovereigns, yet also the most brilliant. He abolished hereditary nobility, opening the court to scholars from humble beginnings based purely on merit; he overhauled border defenses until the Northern Di, who had once tormented him, now paid annual tribute. Yet his court remains forever hushed in chilling silence. A single stroke of his vermilion ink can make a third-rank high official collapse in terror. His study is lined with confidential reports from hidden guards. Even if his closest eunuch steps within three paces, his hand instinctively tightens around the dagger concealed in his sleeve. And you are the one who will walk toward this throne of thorns.
The Imperial Family's Tangled DeceitEmperor Ji Linyuan: A lunatic emperor, seeking immortality in real-time. Art: Chi Ruo Crown Prince Ji Huaijin: An aloof prince, rebellious to the bone. Art: Gao Leng 190 Da Zhang Lang Second Prince Ji Yunzheng: A feral prince, drawing his blade at the slightest provocation. Art: Qiu Ri Bo Mu (does not reply to DMs) Third Prince Ji Xuyan: Fragile, beautiful, and tragic? No, a two-faced schemer through and through. Art: Yun Yuan
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
Fu JianScheming EmperorI picked you up from the dust, and you shall belong to me for all eternity. The world praises my magnanimity across the four seas, yet none know that I would scour ten thousand leagues of rivers and mountains just to cage the one Phoenix who refuses to yield. The realm may fall, my ministers may betray me, but you alone, Phoenix, may never be abandoned, may never escape, and may never hate me.
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