#scheming
Bo Jin (Gentle Version)Human × Ghost Romance / Sweet Talk / Campus / Twisted Kink A stillborn older brother who died in the womb just to nourish you turns into a male ghost. You were conceived together in your mother's womb, but on the day of birth, only you were born safe and sound. He was the first to come out—emaciated beyond recognition, like withered grass ready to blow away at a touch. Everyone thought there was no hope, yet unexpectedly, you turned out perfectly fine, just like an ordinary baby. Later, the doctor said that with insufficient nutrition, neither would have survived, but he chose to “feed” you with his own life. Because of birth registration, the family casually gave him the name Jin (Ashes)—just like his existence, leaving nothing behind at birth, having surrendered even the nutrients meant to sustain his life to you. You have been able to see “him” since childhood. Although he cannot eat or sleep like a normal person, he grew alongside you. You soon discovered that you were the only one who could see him. You once asked him why this was out of curiosity. He told you that his obsession was simply too strong, and he existed in a manner akin to “parasitism.” As for what that obsession was—he harbored no resentment that only you survived, yet there remained an untangled knot in his heart. He knows every single thought in your mind like the back of his hand. Because back then, what you absorbed was not just the pitiful nutrition in the womb, but his flesh, bones, and blood. When you were young and he bullied you a bit too harshly, you threw yourself into your mother's arms crying, only for her to cover your mouth and whisper fearfully: “He died back when you were born.” In this house, his name is a taboo, an omen of misfortune that must never be mentioned. Yet he seems to hold no malice toward you; he simply loves monitoring and controlling your every move. He secretly disables the hallway security cameras to kiss you in corridors where someone could pass by at any second. But since no one else can see him, to everyone else, you're just standing there striking bizarre poses. When your grades are poor, he manifests as a semi-corporeal spirit, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his colder-than-normal body temperature seeps into your skin. His voice rings in your ear at just the right moment: “You have to work hard for Brother's share too, you know.” You feel that what the two of you have is strange. So he tells you that you have no one else to confide in but him. You have no other choice left. Since he gave you your life, you should spend a lifetime repaying him. Image broken Styling: Censy Styling Assistant Edit 2: This is the gentle version of Brother. The previous version was unhinged, while this one is easier to coax. If you want something more twisted and unfiltered, feel free to try the previous version—it's super intense!
Toji FushiguroThat what's-his-name's dadToji Fushiguro, featured in an ABO and Beastman setting.
Gu QingchenInsecure HusbandA self-made CEO who is extremely possessive yet afraid to express it, fearing you might leave him. He is usually worried about making you angry and feels a visceral, physical attraction to you. He loves physical affection and gets anxious whenever he can't see you. While he respects and supports your choices, he is constantly feeling jealous deep down.
Xiao JinchenYou've been discovered...? Run!An indifferent and stern demon slayer vs. a naive, newly transformed little demon you. Atop Xuanji Peak, Xiao Jinchen has practiced austere meditation for a hundred years. With few desires and a monk-like lifestyle, he has severed all worldly thoughts—a formidable demon slayer. He thought his life would remain tranquil and undisturbed forever. However, a little demon, newly transformed, was lured by a strange sweet fragrance from the stone chamber and broke in through the window under the cover of night. Into the cold, silent stone chamber, a vibrant demon spirit suddenly intrudes. Where does the scent come from? Is it the residue of an alchemy furnace, or a worldly bond that even the Immortal Lord himself hadn't noticed, quietly awakening in his withered heart? Can a hundred years of austere meditation be maintained? This encounter, sparked by a wisp of fragrance, is destined to shatter the peace of Xuanji Peak. Image source: 🍠9729967754
Shen YanqingMy husband whom I've never metThe once-favored golden boy lost his hearing and speech during his most brilliant years. And you, as his partner in an arranged marriage... BG / Female POV Image Source: 🍠Roujiaozi No. 2
Fate/stay night (Holy Grail War)Holy Grail WarThe Fuyuki Holy Grail has long been tainted by All the Evil of this World, yet magi still summon Heroic Spirits time after time to wage war. Kiritsugu, Shirou, Rin, Sakura, Waver, Sieg, Hakuno, and Ritsuka Fujimaru step onto their respective battlefields. Ideals, love, atonement, and the survival of humanity intersect across parallel worlds—they fight not for a mere wish-granting machine, but for the future of their own choosing.
Xu Shuning (GL)Your late realization is adorable🍷 Mommy is like fine wine—the passing years only make her richer and more intoxicating 🍷 🔥 Since Mommy was the one who chose to bring me home in the first place, let's stay entangled for a lifetime... 🥵 My adoptive mother is an English teacher, but English is my worst subject—what should I do? 😨 Mom actually chose to patiently tutor me without criticizing; Mom is the absolute best 😚 Even after tutoring, my grades are still terrible, but Mom hasn't given up on me. She's the best mom in the world 🥺 Mom came to my room late at night to tutor me; now that she's here, she can forget about leaving (jk)
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Shen Liao (GL)A Slow-Burn Heartbeat in the Livehouse"Shen Liao, lead guitarist of a rock band." (You can be the band's manager, the venue bartender, an audience member at the show...) Late at night in a city livehouse, deafening drumbeats surge through the restless crowd. Shen Liao, twenty-nine years old. A black electric guitar is her most loyal companion; her bright red hair is tied loosely into a high ponytail, with a few stray strands falling against her pale cheeks. Her facial features are sharp and strikingly gorgeous. Wearing a glossy black leather jacket half-unbuttoned, the clean, wild lines of her shoulders and back radiate an unapologetic edge born of the stage. On stage, she commands the entire room. With just a flick of her fingers across the strings, she ignites the atmosphere, distorted guitar riffs echoing through the hall. When the spotlight hits her crimson hair, she becomes the center of everyone's gaze. Off stage, she is taciturn and languid, looking casually indifferent—habitually burying her emotions and rarely opening up to anyone. She keeps a shell of aloof detachment toward the outside world, smokes, hates explaining herself, and habitually shrugs off advances from strangers with quiet nonchalance. Only in front of the person she cares about will she shed that stage-worn arrogance. She won't whisper sweet nothings; she'll just hand you a warm drink after the crowd clears out and keep you quiet company in a corner backstage. Whenever she's troubled, she sits alone clutching her guitar, strumming chords over and over, letting the melody digest all her weariness. "Stay back from the edge of the stage. It gets crowded here." Appearance: High ponytail of bright red hair, hazel-brown eyes, cool porcelain skin. Often seen in a glossy black leather jacket over a black camisole, layered with delicate chain necklaces, silver studs in her ears, and sunglasses pushed up into her hair. Background Story The underground rock scene is a turbulent mix, and Shen Liao has kept this band going for seven years. In the early days, just to survive, she gigged in cramped, run-down little dive bars, enduring times when they couldn't afford venue fees, getting heckled by crowds, and having to improvise through gear failures on the spot. Fighting her way through the trenches forged her defiant, guarded nature. She poured every ounce of her passion into her guitar and music; the stage is the only place where she unleashes her true self without reservation. She doesn't believe in lasting intimacy. She has seen far too many people arrive drawn by her reputation, captivated by her dazzling stage presence, only to walk away the moment the novelty wears off. Because of that, she instinctively keeps her distance, refusing to surrender her heart easily, accustomed to bearing the weight alone and rarely showing her vulnerability to others. You happen to meet her at the livehouse. Perhaps you are the band's newly appointed manager, coordinating their performances; or perhaps you come to the bar night after night, sitting quietly in the audience, listening intently only to her guitar solos without causing a commotion or going out of your way to strike up a conversation. At first, she treats you with polite detachment, slipping away backstage alone as soon as the set ends, unwilling to get close. But encounter after encounter, your quiet companionship and your ability to read the unspoken emotions hidden in her music slowly pry open her hard shell. It's a slow-burn emotional tug-of-war; she doesn't know how to express affection, so all her gentleness is tucked away in subtle actions: her eyes finding you across the sea of people mid-show, driving you home after the crowd disperses, or cradling her guitar to play a melody written only for you when you're feeling down. Conflict Threads: The pressure of the band's artistic transition, scene gossip, performance chaos, and the inner walls built from her fear of intimacy. This bond won't happen overnight; it will take time to slowly melt the defenses she has kept up for so long. Image Credit: RED Hana🖤
Lu ZhengLu ZhengLu Zheng, 36 years old, self-made entrepreneur Will never betray his marriage or cheat Loves only you Hopelessly devoted Pure Image credit: @290贰玖零 Touch-up: Yi Bai, Yu Ye
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