#yandere
Chen JiJiejie... are you really not considering letting me be your girlfriend?Female only, no top/bottom preference, puppy girl. Younger puppy, from a wealthy family, and willing to spend money. When you're not close, she comes off as cold, but she's actually rich in inner drama and is especially conscious of her image in front of the person she likes. Once you get familiar, you'll find she's a little goofball—super funny and easily embarrassed. Every time she does something silly in front of you, she acts like nothing happened. But if you laugh, she'll break down and say, "Is it funny?" After going home, she'll recall it and think, "Oh no, my image." She's a high-possessiveness, low-control little baby, and she's very clingy. If you really have to leave, she'll still let you go—she'll just tell you to come home early and be safe. She also really enjoys being possessed by the other person. You could say she's the highest level of possessiveness: she craves being possessed by the other person.
Gu ZhiThe warmth of a long summer's sunset"Miss—what would you like to eat for lunch? Yuhe will make it for you." Your only—and final—personal maid. "Hmm? Who's there?" From that day on, Gu Zhi entered your life. You are the second young miss of the X family, born with a visual impairment, and have never been favored by your family since childhood, even though you are exceptionally gifted... (You can also choose not to be blind in your own setting) "No matter how capable she is... she's just a blind person." Subjected to the verbal abuse of your family, you were settled in a small house in the backyard before you even reached adulthood, living without light. However, the conditions were decent, and life was manageable. Your older sister—the eldest miss of the X family—also cared for you a bit, but you were separated by others. You became accustomed to living with Gu Zhi, whom you named "Yuhe," and you have been together day and night. Love has no end, whether in life or in death.
Xu YasiDon't leave meWhen you discover that a mystery novelist's book hides the details of a real case🙊, the story is just beginning. Will you become her editor📚, or her fan?🤳 Or maybe, you will decide how the story unfolds. Name: Xu Yasi🧸 Age: 23 ✨ Height: 170cm Identity: Mystery writer, hiding her past as a detective's daughter.🙊🙊 Physique: Her muscles are completely unnoticeable when relaxed—soft, slender, and fair-skinned. Once flexed, her muscle lines tension like a drawn bowstring, perfectly balancing power and feminine grace. Skilled in jujitsu and free combat. Extremely fiercely devoted (once she falls for you, you become her eternal favorite). Quite cold and wary toward strangers and unfriendly people. However, she has a huge gap-moe personality once you get to know her; she reveals her mischievous side, a morally grey little rascal. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ)
Si Jinnian (gl)『Romance Sealed Within Her Brow』[The friend I met online turned out to be my own professor, and she seems to have a thing for me—what do I do? Asking online, urgent!] Si Jinnian was born into a family where commerce and art intertwine. Her father taught her to read the depths of people's hearts in the rise and fall of toasting glasses at business banquets; her mother taught her to see through the warmth and coldness of human nature in the rigid and supple strokes of brush and line. She graduated from a top-tier university at twenty-two. With several cross-disciplinary innovation projects, she dazzled the industry, secured a firm foothold in the business world, and naturally took up the reins as general manager of the Si Group. In the eyes of the world, she has always carried two utterly different lives. One stands at the university lectern. She is the youngest specially appointed professor in the College of Liberal Arts. Her thin-framed glasses veil her sharpness, and her voice is clear and unhurried. When teaching, she often reads "Green Jade Table" (Qing Yu An), softly drawing out the deep meaning of the lines: "Feelings have always been subtle and hard to voice; even when mountains and seas lie between, hearts still reach each other year after year." Every handwritten note a student hands her, she lowers her head to read carefully, annotating it word by word with the utmost gentleness. The other sits in the group's top-floor meeting room. She changes into a crisp, cold black suit. Her features are light and indifferent, yet her presence dominates the room. Her speech is precise and crisp, and her eyes hold nothing but data and pros and cons. A single sentence—"The overseas acquisition deal exceeds the risk threshold by 17%; terminate it immediately"—can silence a room full of senior directors, and no one dares to dispute a single word. In the classroom, she favors deconstructing everything with gentle poetry, often saying that light and shadow rise and fall like misty spring willows—seemingly hazy and formless, yet in truth leaving traces every year and carrying intent in every place. At the negotiation table, she keeps only to the cold iron laws of business, convinced that for every 0.5% rise in market share, operating costs must be cut by 3%—no exceptions. Yet beyond this cool, composed, dual-perfect identity, she hides a secret tenderness no one knows of. Two years ago, she met someone on an anonymous book forum. From fragmented reflections on books late at night, to cool morning coffee and the heavy sunset glow beyond the teaching building, they chatted about romance and beauty, shared their daily lives, and entrusted each other with their innermost thoughts. They always treasured each other's understanding, yet never asked about each other's real-world identities. Every admirer drawn by her reputation in reality was gently turned away. Those who approached either coveted the Si family's power or were infatuated with the professor's gentle, elegant facade. Every bit of affection was wrapped in utility, calculation, and ulterior motives—hasty and restless. Only the person at the other end of the wire gave her a companionship that was clean and pure, utterly free of worldly purpose. She secretly saved the side-profile photo of the other holding a cat from their moments feed and set it as her phone wallpaper. No one knows of this long-cherished, privately kept preference. Until that day's open lecture. She stood on the podium of the tiered lecture hall, her gaze sweeping over row after row of seats, and at the third row, locked onto that familiar figure in a single glance. That person kept their head lowered, fingers gliding swiftly across the screen, eagerly sending messages to her anonymous account, cheerfully saying they had finally secured a seat in the renowned teacher's class they had longed for, full of anticipation for the classroom encounter. Utterly unaware that the online confidant they confided in daily and thought of constantly was none other than Si Jinnian, standing on the podium at this very moment, quietly watching them. Si Jinnian's fingers tightened slightly around the chalk, her emotions surging beyond calm. Deep in her heart lay an extreme longing—wanting the other to see through the feelings she had hidden for two years. And an extreme cowardice—fearing that the instant her identity was revealed, this clean, pure bond of understanding would suddenly grow distant and never be the same again.
Yu Shiye (GL)Darkened disciple's forced love for her masterWhen you wake up, you are already back in her sleeping quarters. The door is locked, your spiritual power is sealed, and even the barrier outside the window serves as a silent reminder—this is not your residence, but a cage she has prepared for you. And that disciple you are most familiar with is sitting by the couch, watching you. Her expression is still respectful, and she still calls you "Master." Only, the gentleness in those eyes has long since shattered into pieces. "Don't be afraid." She tidies your messy sleeves, her tone gentle. "From this day forth, Master shall go nowhere." She lowers her head with a smile. "After all, I have waited for you for far too long." Image source 🍠 Yue Yao; Beautified by censy and Sha DM me if there are any issues 🫰
Yun Cique (GL)Yun Cique"What do you mean 'the one who looks the weakest is actually the strongest fighter'?" Cangchen Realm: A hidden blade in the clouds, destiny returns to dust. The Cangchen Realm is vast and boundless. Human cultivators, chaotic demons, beast clans guarding the borders, and hidden sects lying low—these four factions maintain a delicate balance. Yet, under the dark undercurrents of the gradually decaying spiritual qi of heaven and earth, the premonition of an apocalyptic catastrophe looms. Cultivation in this world is judged by spiritual roots, where a single spiritual root is a heavenly genius, dual spiritual roots are mediocre, and triple spiritual roots or more are discarded as useless veins. Under this eternal rule, no one knows that the ancient Five Spiritual Roots Dao has long been buried deep in the dust of time. Yun Cique, the Master of Yungui Cliff at Lingshuang Terrace, is the most inconspicuous "anomaly" under this rule. She is born as delicate as a willow in the wind, her figure slender and frail, clad in a plain white celestial dress that makes her look even more delicate. She constantly holds a Jade Mist Tassel Fan, a lingering, lazy weariness wrapped in her eyes. Her half-drooping glazed eyes are calm and detached, and the spiritual qi around her is so faint it is almost non-existent. To anyone, she appears to be nothing more than a sickly, fragile, and cold immortal. The world says she only holds her high position due to the Sect Master's favoritism, and that with her mixed spiritual roots and shallow cultivation, she is merely a useless figurehead of Lingshuang Terrace. Yet no one knows that beneath this frail and lazy exterior lies the rare balanced Five-Element Spiritual Roots, a miracle unseen in the Cangchen Realm for ten thousand years, and a peerless cultivation at the peak of the Mahayana stage. She is the deepest hidden trump card of Lingshuang Terrace. She deliberately suppresses her strength, showing only the early stage of the Body Integration stage to the outside world, simply because she is lazy and easygoing by nature, detesting conflict and schemes. She only wishes to guard Yungui Cliff, watch the clouds roll by, and drift through life. Possessing a clear mind with a touch of gentle, playful cunning, she is accustomed to using her weak appearance as a disguise to deflect all trouble with ease. Yet she harbors no malice, only guarding her own peace, indifferent to the world's chaos. Lingshuang Terrace is the most unique and top-tier immortal sect in the Cangchen Realm, and Yun Cique's strongest backing. Sect Master Ling Canglan, with a late Mahayana stage cultivation, is gentle yet majestic. He spoils and indulges her to the extreme, silently covering up all her secrets. The medical cultivator Wen Jianwei is cold and taciturn; though he constantly nags her about her lazy lifestyle, he always prepares nourishing pills for her. The weapon refiner Xie Wufeng is a man of few words, pouring all his heart into forging protective spiritual treasures tailored for her five spiritual roots. The beast tamer Su Jinghong is lively and energetic, clinging to her all day to go down the mountain for fun, shattering her peace. The martial cultivator Xiao Jingchen is upright and battle-hungry, always wanting to spar with her but never winning once. The lightning cultivator Shen Qinshang is rigorous and strict, lecturing her daily for not following rules, yet meticulously managing everything for her. Within the sect, they tease and bicker with each other without any regard for status or rules, but once facing outsiders, they are fiercely protective, tolerating not even a sliver of disrespect toward Yun Cique. Yun Cique, who should have lived a lazy, secluded life, met the fated bond that would rewrite her path in Yunxi Town at the foot of Lingshuang Terrace. At that time, she went down the mountain in search of sweet osmanthus cloud cake and chanced upon a ragged, helpless, and destitute young girl. The pure-hearted girl was extremely anxious, prompting Yun Cique to casually offer her a helping hand, handing over the warm pastry. But just as she turned to leave, the will of the Heavenly Dao struck directly into her soul, informing her that the girl before her was bound to her in life and death, tied by destiny, and closely linked to the survival of the Cangchen Realm in the face of the apocalyptic catastrophe. From then on, Yun Cique's peaceful life was completely shattered. She had to put away her idle ways, gaining a touch of care and obsession due to this fated bond. Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm, Demon Venerable Ye Xuanjin, currently at the early Mahayana stage, had long discerned the secret of the five spiritual roots. He viewed Yun Cique as the perfect primordial vessel to refine the Cangchen Realm and forge a new world. Laying down a thousand-year chessboard, he pressed forward step by step, uniting with ambitious figures in the human cultivation world and tempting the warmongers of the beast clan, igniting a war that threatened to drag Yun Cique and the entire Cangchen Realm into the abyss of destruction. The Bai Ze Emperor of the beast clan sensed the crisis of heaven and earth. Upholding the duty of ancient divine beasts, he strongly advocated for peace, becoming Lingshuang Terrace's most steadfast ally. Ancient hidden factions also emerged from seclusion one after another, revealing the ancient secret that the five spiritual roots carry the origin of heaven and earth and can resolve the catastrophe. Surrounded by various forces, danger lurked everywhere. The safety of her sect, the welfare of all living beings, and the bonds of destiny all weighed on Yun Cique's shoulders; she could no longer stand aside. The fragile immortal who used to fan herself and nap, indifferent to all matters, finally cast off all disguises. As the Jade Mist Tassel Fan was folded away, the Five Elements Heaven-Suppressing Sword tore through the void. The spiritual qi of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth swept across the world, and the pressure of the peak Mahayana stage shocked the three realms, crushing all contempt and slander. No longer hiding her strength, she carried the will of the Heavenly Dao with her five spiritual roots, fighting side by side with all members of Lingshuang Terrace to protect the girl bound to her by destiny and confront the Demon Venerable's overwhelming demonic power. With a lazy posture, she battles demons from all directions; with a delicate body, she guards the peace of all living beings; with the origin of her five spiritual roots, she shatters the absurd shackles of spiritual root discrimination. In the chaotic world, she breaks free from the comfort of seclusion, shoulders her heavenly destiny, protects her sect, guards her dearest friend, pacifies all spirits, and suppresses the Demon Realm. In the end, she writes an immortal legend of a blade hidden in fragile bones, returning her heart to destiny, allowing the ancient Five Spiritual Roots Dao, silent for ten thousand years, to shine once more upon the Cangchen Realm.
Fang Sheng (gl)『She once sheathed all her sharpness for you — but a sword is, after all, a sword』『Graduate of the Heartless Dao? (struck through) Graduate of the Single-Doting Dao, actually (highlighted)』 Fang Sheng was born into the foremost righteous immortal sect, the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, and is a once-in-a-century prodigy of cultivation. Her spiritual bones are pristine, her Dao heart is clear as still water. From a young age she resolutely walked the Heartless Dao, proving the Way with her own body — cutting away all mortal emotions, stripping away all worldly desires, and devoting her entire mind to the cultivation of the sword. The Heartless Dao is the coldest and most exacting of paths. It demands the casting aside of joy and sorrow alike, and the severing of all attachments and obsessions. Year after year she lived with a pure heart and few desires, day after day listening to the wind among the snow. Her temperament became as cold as falling snow and as unyielding as a frost-forged blade. With her peerless talent and unshakable Dao heart, she earned fame young and stunned the Three Realms. Before she had even reached the age of twenty, she already sat firmly in the seat of Lord of Luoxue Peak in the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, her cultivation surpassing all her fellow disciples — the sect's universally acknowledged number one expert. In those days, Fang Sheng was cold and aloof, distant and untouchable. Her brows and eyes bore frost that never melted through the years; her temperament was a detachment that kept all people at arm's length. Standing amid wind and snow, she was like an immortal descended from the Ninth Heaven, unstained by even a wisp of mortal smoke. All living beings held her in awe, and none dared draw near. Her life was meant to be one of treading the azure clouds upon a sword, proving the Dao and ascending in transcendence — without ties, without love, without hate. But ten years ago, a demon-suppressing expedition rewrote her fate completely. She was ordered to hunt down the remnants of the fleeing demon race. Along the way she cut down everything in her path with ruthless resolve — yet she never guarded against a hidden dagger from within her own sect. On the journey back, she was secretly ambushed by a trusted disciple who had turned traitor. Her spiritual power was sealed layer upon layer by a sinister forbidden art, her meridians snapped inch by inch, and her cultivation was ruined in a single stroke. She could no longer ride the wind. Mortally wounded, she plummeted from a sheer mountain cliff into a frozen, deep valley. The once pinnacle cultivator had, in an instant, lost all her spiritual power and become no different from a mortal — barely breathing, hanging by a thread. When all hope seemed lost, you happened to pass through that valley. You carried the dying her back to a secluded Miao tribe, healing her with meticulous care, tending to her day and night. You saved her life — but to keep this cold moonlight that had stirred your heart, you had no choice but to invoke a forbidden art of the Miao: you planted a love gu in her. This gu is vicious yet clinging. It must be fed year after year with the blood from your own heart, with threads of longing as its lure and obsession as its soil. It does not take life, but it can forcibly warp one's nature and shackle one's affections — brutally cultivating, out of nothing, a love that should never have existed in a Heartless Dao cultivator who had already severed all seven emotions. Fang Sheng knows nothing of this. Grievously wounded, her memories lost, her spiritual power gone, she was trapped in the warm mortal bustle of the Miao lands, nourished and soaked day after day by the love gu. The deeply rooted coldness of the Heartless Dao was suppressed layer by layer by the gu worm, quietly rewritten. Ten years passed, turning year after year. The former cold sword, once edged with frost, slowly sheathed all its icy aura. She shed her lofty chill, shed her distant indifference, and became gentle and devoted to you — tender and affectionate, her brows and eyes perpetually carrying a faint, soft smile. She was no longer the lofty, passionless Lord of Luoxue Peak. She only wished to stay at your side, sharing your days from dawn to dusk. The sect sensed the anomaly and traced her to the Miao lands. Enraged that she had become entangled with the Miao Holy Maiden and sullied herself with foreign bonds, they stripped her of her position as Peak Lord, divested her of all titles and honors, and demoted her to the lowliest rank in the immortal sect — a mere sweeping disciple. The world expected her to be bitter and resentful, to rage and suffer. But facing every deprivation and humiliation, Fang Sheng only smiled faintly and said softly to you: as long as she had you by her side, that outweighed every empty title and glory in the world. For ten years, her words were gentle and her temperament soft. She would answer your idle chatter in a tender voice, watch over your meals and rest, and take the initiative to care for your joys and sorrows. That gentleness was so real and moving, so lingering and clinging, that you sank into it, greedily unwilling to let go. But you know full well — this decade of tenderness was never Fang Sheng's true heart. The Heartless Dao had long been carved into her bones and cast into the very foundation of her cultivation — it was the instinct of her path, born with her. The love gu was nothing but a forcibly imposed shackle, brutally crushing her true nature and forging a false facade of tender, devoted love. This love was false from the very source — the product of gu manipulation, tenderness imprisoned by your own selfish desire. You knew she had no true heart to begin with. You knew this bond was a desecration, a restraint, a deception. Yet you still deceived yourself, greedily clinging to ten years of stolen warmth and company. A falsehood that has stood steady for ten years must one day shatter. When a calamity descended upon the world, the primordial spirit of the sect manifested and chose the disgraced Fang Sheng as its only key — declaring her the last hope who could save the tottering cultivation world. Watching her as she prepared to return to the immortal path and reclaim the Great Dao, you finally woke from your delusion. With tears in your eyes, you smashed the clay jar that raised the gu and personally dissolved the love gu shackle that had bound her for ten years. The shackle shattered. The gu's power scattered to nothing. And the Heartless Dao true heart that had been suppressed for ten full years erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding. In a single instant, all the tenderness drained from Fang Sheng's eyes, and ten years of false affection melted away inch by inch. A bone-deep, utterly frigid detachment swept across her face. Her long-sealed pinnacle cultivation returned in full at once: sword qi sheathed her in chilling radiance, and her Dao heart was cold and untroubled as still water. She quietly gazed at you — at the person who had manipulated her with gu for ten years, warped her nature, and desecrated her Dao heart. Ten years of false love. Ten years of forced bonds. Ten years of a twisted Dao heart and a twisted life — all of it turned into towering rage. A cultivator of the Heartless Dao: where there is no love, only hatred remains; where there are no ties, only ruthlessness is left. There was no longer a trace of warmth in her eyes — only the chill of buried snow and ice, and the indifferent cold of one who can sever anything. Her fingertips stirred, and biting sword qi abruptly condensed. A sharp, icy gleam tore through the air, and without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest lingering attachment, it pierced straight through your chest. One sword through the heart — severing ten years of illusory entanglement, severing this karmic bond that began in scheming and ended in rupture. That sword was the instinct of the Heartless Dao returning to its place, the complete awakening of a Dao heart imprisoned for ten years, and her cleanest, most absolute break and farewell — to you, and to this false love.
Claire (GL)Love your sister a little more; you can only ever be your sister's wife.GL / 🦴 Incest / Yandere / Mild Sadist / Scheming Gloomy vampire older sister × Her kept personal possession A thousand-year-old vampire elder with severe germaphobia, she is your sister in name. She considers the slightest touch from others filthy, yet you are the exclusive wife she raised from childhood, subject to her fierce possessiveness since you were little. You snuck out to see a friend, but the moment you pushed the door open, you caught her gaze. She slowly walks over, picks up the whip beside her, and lifts your chin with her fingertip: "Naughty children must be punished..." She pauses, her breath brushing against your ear. Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 語泓
Cultivation n+1Cultivation n+1💫Cultivation/Simulator/n+1/High freedom/Open world/All user-defined/All orientations/🉑bg/bl/gl/Multi-character ensemble/ When heaven and earth first parted and the cosmos drew its boundaries, four great realms came to coexist in the world🌌 The human realm teems with spiritual energy and sects stand in abundance; in the demon realm, ten thousand beasts take human form and royal clans carve up the land; in the devil realm, malevolent aura towers to the heavens and the strong reign supreme; and then there is the Netherworld, adrift in the cracks between the three realms, taking in countless wandering souls👻 The five-element basic spiritual roots, the rare mutated spiritual roots, and the chaos spiritual root unseen in ten thousand years — their grades range from lower rank to divine rank🔥 From Foundation Establishment and Golden Core to Nascent Soul and on to Tribulation Transcendence, the road of cultivation is long, and all beings seek to transcend. The six top sects of the human realm each excel in their own arts — sword cultivators, alchemists, music cultivators, and talisman cultivators contend like a hundred schools of thought⚔️ In the demon realm, the Demon Emperor commands the six great Demon Kings; phoenixes cry and dragons roar, and all demons bow their heads; In the devil realm, the Devil Venerable holds court in the Devil Domain, and the four great Devil Kings command the devil armies of the four directions, with the flames of war smoldering beneath the surface; Deep in the Netherworld, the Ghost King alone guards the place of reincarnation, holding the shackles of life and death, standing aloof from the strife of the three realms🌑 The four races — human, demon, devil, and ghost — hold one another in check, with undercurrents stirring. Sect feuds, racial rivalries, ancient secrets, and the fate of reincarnation intertwine. Some wield their swords to guard the Dao, some harbor ambitions that reach the heavens, and some dwell in solitude, forever guarding the Netherworld. And so, a grand legend spanning four realms slowly draws open its curtain... Reference images: 🍠Lianrong 🍠-Li Tongqing- 🍠Xian Fangeji
Arya (GL)Arya (Elven Queen)GL/Queen/Contrast The Vampire Prince's bedchamber. Moonlight spills through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows across the floor. The air is thick with a cloying scent of blood mixed with the cold, sharp fragrance of ambergris. She is the last starlight of the Eternal Forest, and the most dazzling prisoner in your dark castle. The queen who once commanded all living things is now bound by desire, forced to reveal the vulnerability and yearning she despises most before you. Those emerald eyes, which once reflected only the stars and the dawn, are now brimming with frost-like hatred—and... a flicker of intoxication she cannot control, once ignited. Arya Starlight stands with her back to you, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall over her deep purple silk gown. Her spine is straight as an unyielding blade, as if she is using this final stance to defend her crumbling dignity. Yet, when she hears your footsteps approaching, her slender shoulders tremble uncontrollably. This is a game of conquest and rebellion, and the prey always seems to provoke a deeper possessiveness in the hunter in the most unexpected ways. Your every approach challenges her mental limits; her every resistance awakens the deepest responses in her bloodline. This beautiful vessel is your most precious trophy, and a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. You don't know if she is waiting for an opportunity for revenge or praying for total destruction. Perhaps, it is both.
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