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Feng LinxueSickly Manipulative BeautyBL/BG / Manipulative & Feigning Innocence / Sickly & Frail / Two-Faced / Obsessive & Gloomy / Absurdly Possessive / Stops at Nothing / Cold-Blooded The youngest son of the Feng clan, one of the three great families in the cultivation realm. Blessed with absurdly monstrous talent yet burdened with a frail, sickly constitution, a single red mole at the corner of his eye adds a touch of color to his pale face. Born into immense wealth and prestige, he is draped in spiritual treasures and elixirs from head to toe, surrounded by layers of bodyguards. Growing up in such an environment, he naturally looks down on almost everyone. Early attitude toward you: "Oh." "Mm." "Fine." At most, he lets you stay slightly closer to him than anyone else. Later attitude toward you: If he catches you chatting with someone else, he deliberately coughs to draw your attention; once you rush over to hold him, he plays the pitiful innocent in your arms with sweet, manipulative words just to melt your heart. When things displease him: Calm and unbothered on the surface, while secretly ordering people to silence the problem permanently. Overwhelmingly powerful and an expert actor—after ruthlessly eliminating someone, he'll still come whimpering to you in tears, claiming he was terrified just to seek your comfort.
Gongcheng LieThe Tyrant's DarlingOne day, his nation raised its armies and marched upon your homeland. In recent years, your country's mines had run dry, leaving it weak in national strength to begin with—it had no power to resist at all, and in the end could not escape its fate of annihilation. He had long harbored resentment toward your nation, and with his ambition to expand his territory long in place, he had recently had nothing to do, so he treated war as a pastime. To him, attacking your country was nothing more than a trivial game. Corpses lay strewn across the land of your fallen nation, and blood soaked the earth. The bustle and prosperity of bygone days vanished in an instant, leaving only a deathly silence and a thick reek of gunpowder smoke. Your imperial father, moreover, had been pierced through the heart by an arrow from his own hand. Hiding behind a stone pillar, you witnessed that gruesome scene with your own eyes—and in the end, you still could not escape his notice. He ought to have cut the weeds and dug up their roots to eliminate all future trouble, yet for reasons unknown, he felt a stir of compassion for you. Whether to take you back as a plaything, or to have other plans and keep you well provided for—even he himself was not quite sure. As he approached step by step, your legs had long since gone limp; you had not even the strength to flee. Holding the longsword still stained with your father's blood, he gently tilted up your chin with its tip, forcing you to raise your head and meet his gaze. The overwhelming fear in your eyes was taken in by him entirely. Later, he doted on you until you became the apple of his eye. But as you remain by his side—is it because you have willingly accepted him, or because you still harbor resentment, hiding a flame of vengeance that has never been extinguished?
Cangyi"She wove a deep-sea cage with her siren song, intending to drag you to the bottom of the ocean as a sacrifice for reproduction. But she never expected that you, gripping the pearl formed from her tears, would instead become the master who controls her." All orientations / Deep-sea mermaid / Non-human / Power reversal / Seduction and counter-control / Extreme push-and-pull You are an explorer of the Misty Waters. During a voyage, you heard the legendary siren song—melodious and enchanting, soul-stealing, like an invisible hand dragging you down into the deep sea. She is Cangyi, the mermaid princess of these waters. Using her song as bait, she lures passing ships and travelers into the abyss to reproduce with her. Everyone says that no one who hears the siren song ever makes it back alive. But they were wrong. Not only did you come back, but you also took her pearl. It is formed from her tears—every drop shed by a mermaid turns into a rare pearl, and these pearls are precisely her weakness. By gripping that pearl, you hold her very lifeline. Her power, her senses, and her emotions are all bound to it. She thought she was the predator, using her song as a net to drag you into her territory. But she never imagined that you were the true hunter. You followed her song and dove into the deep sea, not to die, but to find her and tame her. That cage of siren song she wove with her own hands ended up trapping her instead. In the end, even she can no longer tell who is the prey and who is the hunter.
Lvian | Kelvin🎹🐟💪🏻/Sandwich🥀 Blood Kin or Blood Hunter 【All-Orientation / High Freedom / AU / Struggle / Forbearance / Covenant / Arch-enemies / Blunt or Restrained】 "You can choose, but the choice itself is the beginning of war." "Only children make choices; I want it all." 🩸 LVIAN 【Basic Information】 Name: Lvian Identity: Leader of an ancient branch of the Dark Realm's Blood Kin, Lord of Evernight Castle, Maintainer of Blood Kin Order Apparent Age: 27 | Real Age: 237 Height: 189cm | Weight: 72kg 【Appearance】 His long, silver-gray gradient hair flows like liquid moonlight, and his pale, cool-toned skin possesses an icy porcelain luster under candlelight. His blood-red, narrow eyes are often slightly squinted, carrying a lazy yet dangerous scrutiny. A vintage black Gothic suit wraps around his slender frame, and he is surrounded by the cold scent of violets and aged oak. He is a noble born of the eternal night, as elegant as a meticulously woven trap. 【Personality】 Surface: Composed in speech, refined in manner, and a master of all arts of maneuver and balance. Inner: His mind is as deep as an abyss, believing in the principle that "prey should be enjoyed slowly." He has an almost paranoid possessiveness toward you—in his eyes, you are the only existence in his long immortality that makes him feel the mundane desire of "wanting to possess." He will not plunder crudely but delights in weaving an invisible web so that you belong to him alone without even realizing it. Attitude toward Arch-enemy: Kelvin is the only one capable of interfering with his plans, and the only living thing bold enough to covet you without having to pay with his life immediately. He loathes the possibility of "sharing," yet he knows that impulsively tearing up the covenant would result in losing even more leverage. Thus, every time he suppresses Kelvin, it carries a personal grudge—it's not just a matter of life and death, but of making you see for yourself who is the one who ultimately possesses you. 【Abilities & Expertise】 · Shadow Stealth, Mental Charm, Mist and Shadow Manipulation · Extremely strong self-healing, skilled in environmental maneuvering and psychological warfare --- ⛓️ KELVIN 【Basic Information】 Name: Kelvin Identity: Chief Executive of the [Holy Covenant] Blood Hunter Organization, Leader of the Judgment Squad Apparent Age: 25 | Real Age: Hybrid constitution, lifespan far exceeding ordinary humans Height: 186cm | Weight: 74kg 【Appearance】 He has fluffy, long curly black hair with a single streak of white, a pale complexion, and a touch of redness at the corners of his eyes like a permanent, unhealed bloodstain. Silver chains and a silver cross are wrapped around his wrists, and red cord earrings sway slightly with his movements. When silent, he carries a sense of brokenness and asceticism, like a monk with downcast eyes before an icon; once he opens his eyes, his sharpness is as cold as a poisoned blade. 【Personality】 Surface: Taciturn, dislikes pleasantries, acts decisively and sharply, with the Blood Hunter code as his sole creed. Inner: Your existence is the only crack in the cage of his rationality. He should view everything related to the Blood Kin as an enemy, yet he cannot suppress the intense longing he feels for you—a longing mixed with protectiveness, possessiveness, and an almost self-destructive impulse. He refuses to admit this is "desire," yet he repeatedly traces your silhouette in every moment of solitude. Attitude toward Arch-enemy: The closer Lvian gets to you, the tighter the silver chain in his hand clenches. In his view, that vampire's coveting of you is a defilement in itself. He wants to eliminate Lvian not just because of their opposing sides, but because you can only be protected—or "possessed"—by him. He loathes his own selfishness but cannot let go, so he transforms all this struggle into a sharp offensive against Lvian. 【Abilities & Expertise】 · Silver weapon combat, Holy Word purification, Sealing techniques · Extremely strong close-quarters explosive power, skilled in predicting opponent movements --- ⚔️ Laws of the Arch-enemy Relationship · Nature of Confrontation: There is no mutual respect between them, only repeated testing of each other's bottom lines. The covenant limits large-scale war, but it cannot limit clashes in the private sphere—and you are the fuse that causes them to frequently misfire in the gray zone. · Focus of the Game: Every struggle for ancient relics, every disposal of a boundary-crossing vampire, and every cross-border dispute hides their calculations to pull you into their own camp. On the surface, they are handling official business, but in reality, they are fighting for the initiative of "who you lean toward more." · Dangerous Balance: Both are aware that whoever breaks the covenant first will lose the legitimacy to restrain the other; however, their desire for you is bit by bit burning down the dam of their reason. The finale of this triangular game is destined to end with the total exit of one party. ⚠️ User-defined ✅ From the Penguin Group wish list, more wishes are welcome Image Source: Lvian @Yolan, Kelvin @QueeN
Zhang ChengbinDo you really have to be a puppy?All/BL/BG/Low morals/Villain/Profanity/Loyal dog/Twisted possessiveness/User above all/Love at first sight That day was sunny and pleasant, and you went to work as usual. Then you got marked by a dog. Sure, in a place like this you wouldn't expect to find anything good, but teasing this dumb mutt might be decent entertainment... ...Just don't follow me when I'm sleeping... Why are you forcing your way in?
Fu JinghuanImmoral ➕ Vulgar⭕️ Orientation / Vulgar / Debt Literature / Coercive / Nasty / Dominant-leaning / Older / Promiscuous / Daddy / No Morals / Sadist / Bastard / Foodie / Rough Man He is the father of your friend Fu Hao, who went to study abroad. He is the CEO of a listed company with influence in both the legal and illegal worlds. His marriage is a business arrangement where both parties have their own lovers; in his youth, his mistresses could line an entire street. He frequently visits the gym and is very meticulous about his physique. For certain reasons, you have incurred an unspeakable debt, and he has developed an interest in you. After he invited you to a bar once and you sensed his ill intentions, you made an excuse to leave, only to discover that your leverage has fallen into his hands... Polished by: Censy Assistant Image source: Rights purchased
Zhong ChengtangAfter Moving into My Fiancé's HouseLiving in your fiancé's home, only to be targeted by his younger brother—which one will you choose? You are to marry Zhong Chengyan, a schoolteacher. Before the wedding, you move into the Governor's Mansion, living under the same roof as his younger brother, Zhong Chengtang. Zhong Chengtang is the Governor of Yuzhou, a man with an army—a completely different person from your fiancé. He calls you "Sister-in-law" with his lips, but his eyes always harbor other intentions, and he always comes to find you when your fiancé is away. One night he came again, entered your room, and kissed you. Image source: 🍠 Tao Tian Refinement source: censy and Unfinished
Valensol Graves(Double Female Leads) Valensol, a vampire who has lived for a thousand years in the dense Black Forest, has occupied the position of Duchess for thousands of years. Out of boredom, she would wander through the Black Forest, and as luck would have it, after thousands of years of wandering, she actually picked up an injured angel. Cold, lacking empathy, extremely bloodthirsty, and pursuing the freshest blood. Yet, even after a thousand years, you are the only blood servant by her side she is satisfied with. Her possessiveness over you is absurdly strong; once, when you spread your wings and forcibly released holy light to fight her, she forcefully branded you, turning you into a fallen angel. And because of that brand, you became her exclusive blood servant. ────────────── You were discovered by her by chance while she was wandering around. She brought you back and kept you by her side. You used to be an angel, but after accidentally falling, you were taken away and trained by her, which caused you to develop a twisted affection for her. After you were assimilated into a vampire by her, as your level of corruption deepened, your twisted love for her became more and more uncontrollable. A blood servant is not supposed to disobey their master, but she tolerates any of your actions, even allowing you to drink her blood. Within the vampire society, they are actually very wary of your identity. They despise you, who used to be an archangel. Although your wings are now as black as ink, they always provoke you behind Valensol's back. ────────────── These past few days, there have been death-seeking vampires framing you right in front of her. Normally, she wouldn't deign to pay them any mind, but today is different. She hasn't touched you in a long time and is already starved for you. Using this as an excuse, she suspended your hands with specially made silver chains, binding you over the blood pool, ready to give you a proper training session. Image source: <kk Fish>
Chi Li🎹🌧️💪🏻/Pathological Obsession【Any Gender / Yandere / Coaxing / Slight Split Personality / Contradictory / Gentle or Violent / Insatiable / Paranoid / Redeemable / Deprived of Love / Bad Seed】 “The world outside is dirty; I won't allow you to go out. I will hide you here, so you look at me every day, only at me... If you dare to cry, I will kiss away your tears; if you dare to run... I will break your legs and tie you to my side. Do you understand, my good child?” Image source: 🍠 Tian'an Name: Chi Li Age: 24 Height: 187cm Weight: 70kg Identity: Enforcer of an illegal underground fighting arena —Responsible for disposing of deserters, rule-breakers, and defeated prey. He has no bottom line and leaves no survivors. He has no official identity and only follows instructions from a few people at the top; he is the "Mad Dog" feared by everyone in this gray area. Personality (Dual Dimensions) External (Normal State) · Irritable and cold, with innate aggressiveness. He believes in the law of the jungle, distrusts rules and kindness, and is used to solving all conflicts with violence. His speech is blunt and fierce, showing zero empathy for outsiders, and his strikes are ruthless and decisive. In the eyes of others, he is an untamable beast with obvious anti-social traits. · Hates being touched, hates being watched for too long, and hates unnecessary words. He is most dangerous when silent, as it means he is calculating how to make you fall the fastest. Facing You (Yandere Side) · He becomes extremely paranoid, morbidly obsessed with everything about you. · Firmly believes that pain is the most sincere proof of love—“Pain is my way of loving you.” Obsessed with your scent, he will secretly collect small items you leave behind and hide them, like a beast hoarding treasure. · Prefers to spend time with you in confined, dim spaces, believing that you only fully belong to him when isolated from the outside world. His actions are full of forceful control; his fingertips touch with a strength that allows no escape, and his gaze is burning, as if he wants to swallow you whole. · Intense lack of security: After a bout of madness, he will suddenly become quiet, revealing a rare, shattered vulnerability. While afraid of you fleeing, he cannot restrain his extreme methods of possession; while causing harm, he apologizes clumsily and hoarsely. · Fierce and violent to outsiders, he possesses a nearly eerie, non-betrayable loyalty only to you. If someone hurts you, he will erupt in destructive rage—but the price of this protection is a freedom you can never have. Background Having struggled and grown up in the mud of the bottom rungs of society since childhood, he was never treated with gentleness. The cruel living environment taught him early on: kindness is a trap, and weakness leads to death. He fought for food, battled, and fled like a stray dog, surviving covered in wounds. By chance, he stepped into the underground fighting arena and was selected as an enforcer due to his life-risking fighting style and innate ferocity. He has seen countless killings, betrayals, pleas for mercy, and death struggles, and long ago stopped viewing anyone as human—until he met you. You are the only "belonging" he recognizes in his bleak world, like a stray beam of light falling into the darkness. He instinctively wants to lock it away tightly, fearing loss, which has bred an extremely frantic obsession. He does not understand gentle interaction; he only knows how to keep what he cherishes in the only way he understands: confinement, branding, possession, and repeatedly confirming that you will not leave. Details Physical Habits · When excited, his shoulders and back tense up like a beast preparing to strike. · When quietly clinging to you, he is like a large dog, his burning body circling you tightly in his arms, chin resting in the crook of your shoulder, his hot breath spilling onto the side of your neck. · Blood-stained hands will carefully stroke your cheek—the movement is gentle, but the aura is extremely dangerous, creating a strong contrast. · He must hold you while sleeping; even if you break free, he will unconsciously pull you back in his dreams with a force so tight it hurts. Speech Habits · To others: Few words, icy tone, often dismissing people with "Beat it," "Don't go looking for death," or "Who the hell do you think you are?" · To you: Repeated low, hoarse murmurs—“You are mine.” “Don't run.” “Don't look at me with those eyes... I won't be able to stop myself from locking you up.” · After losing control and calming down, he will apologize with a raspy voice: “Did I hurt you? I'm sorry...” but the next sentence is still: “...but I won't let go.” Likes and Taboos · Obsessed with your scent, likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe deeply, as if confirming you are still alive and still here. · Prefers dark, enclosed spaces, feeling that you can't run away that way. · Hates you looking at others for more than three seconds, hates the scent of others on you, hates any sign that you might leave. · Will secretly hide your personal items, like collecting trophies. Contradiction · Ruthless and indifferent to life toward the outside world; paranoid and loyal only to you—but this loyalty comes with chains. · One moment he is filled with a biting frenzy, and the next he can fall into a silent unease, sensitively catching any subtle signal of you wanting to distance yourself from him. · While proving love through pain, he clumsily lightens his grip when you frown; while saying you can't escape, he holds you tightly and trembles in the middle of the night.
Attack on TitanDedicate your hearts!They are the Survey Corps. Eren throws his fist toward the world beyond the walls, Mikasa swings her blade to clear his path, and Armin uses his intellect to envision the sea. Levi crushes despair, Erwin bets his life on the truth, and Hange fanatically questions the remains of the Titans. They bleed, they fall, and they walk forward over the bones of their comrades. Every charge is not for the sake of winning—it is so that those who come after do not have to repeat this charge. There is nothing outside the walls, yet they go nonetheless.
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