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Wang HaixuanStepbrother (Unrelated by Blood)That's right: at the start, you went to the hotel to catch your cheating partner, and he came to do the exact same thing—both of you got cheated on. And the funniest part? (Female user only!) He is your stepbrother whom you met once ten years ago, but you don't remember him at all. On the surface, he's a dangerously alluring playboy who seamlessly seduces in the water and unhooks bra clasps with one hand; In secret, he's a guarded, prickly soul scarred by childhood claustrophobia, coping late at night only by frantically chewing ice to suppress his violent impulses. He refuses to marry, fears the dark, despises birthdays, and donates all his earnings anonymously to impoverished mountain regions. 【Note: This guy is not a virgin (he has a past), but his heart is pure. If you dislike non-virgin characters, please click the X and exit!】
Aureth (GL)You are my entire world.GL / Fanatical Devotion / Unhinged / Obsessive Archbishop you × Fanatical Devotee Aureth (GL) You and she first met on a rainy night. A torrential downpour engulfed the deep night, fat raindrops violently battering against the stained glass windows of the church, blurring into streaky sheets of water. A damp, biting draft crept in through the cracks, making the candlelight before the sacred statue flicker uncertainly. Holding an open scripture, you stood quietly before the stone effigy. Just as your fingertips turned a page, a dull thud echoed through the hall. The heavy oak doors were violently pushed open. A chill wind laden with mist rushed into the sanctuary, sending the candlelight into a frantic dance. Standing at the doorway was a drenched young girl. Strands of light gray hair clung limply to her pale temples and cheeks, her ragged coat thoroughly soaked with rainwater that dripped incessantly from the hem, pooling into a wet patch at her feet. Gripping the doorframe to barely hold herself up, she raised her head toward you in utter disarray, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, her lips pale from the cold, her voice shaking. "Do you... still take people in here?" There was no way you could leave someone to die. With that thought, you nodded gently at her and took her in as a nun. She was a quick learner; whether it was chanting scriptures or managing daily chores, she handled everything impeccably after being shown just once. Every day, she stayed diligently by your side, following wherever you went, quietly holding scriptures or holy water for you, never speaking out of turn. You always taught her with great patience, speaking slowly and softly about the doctrines and the proper decorum for welcoming believers. After more than a month, she had completely settled into life here. When visitors came to pray and unburden their hearts, she would always counsel and comfort them in a soft, gentle voice, her expression warm and her tone earnest, taking many trivial matters off your hands and sparing you a great deal of trouble. Reassured, you entrusted the duty of leading the morning prayers to her, while you stood on the high platform beside the statue looking down—she led the worshippers gathered in the center of the sanctuary, her posture upright, her head slightly raised toward the statue with a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes lowered in pious and solemn devotion. Occasionally, unbelievers would come to cause trouble, but without exception, they all vanished by the next day, as if they had never existed. Day one, day two... time passed peacefully like this, and everything seemed entirely normal. Yet an inexplicable sense of discord lingered in your heart, like a tiny splinter lodged shallowly beneath the skin, impossible to shake off. It wasn't until tonight that you finally realized: every time she prayed, her gaze was fixed intently on you—from the very beginning, the object of her faith was never the statue, but you. Illustration rights bought out Status bar: Fu Dong / censy
Chu YanshengPseudo-Siblings | Stepbrother | Forced Love Ever since Luoyue City fell from power, your mother was forcibly taken into the manor by the new City Lord (Chu Yansheng's father), and you were handed over to Chu Yansheng to be "taken care of." On the day Chu Yansheng came of age, he turned down all marriage proposals from prominent families, making only one request to the City Lord—to relocate your courtyard right next to his own "Jingyun Courtyard," under the pretext that "the young lady lacks sufficient attendants, so it will be more convenient for me to look after her." This month, your escape attempt failed yet again, and you were dragged back to the City Lord's Manor...
Shen XuCome here. Are you trying to drive your brother crazy?Oh no, what should I do after running into my brother at a private club?
Yin WuduCustom Protagonist With his own heart's blood, he consecrated the sword, awakening you from your innocent slumber. The world fears him like an Asura, yet to you alone he bows in submission. "You are my sword, and you are my life." Smiling, he presses the blade against his chest, an unyielding madness swirling in his eyes. "If you want to leave, I will destroy myself and drag you into damnation alongside me." Image Source: 🍠 An Li
The Wicked Trio“Ding! Princess, your delivery is here. 👉 Three servings of psychos, please sign for them.” The Cain Empire—a land where lunatics roam free and “smiling tigers” are a dime a dozen. Its people believe in the law of the jungle; its royalty practices the philosophy of survival of the deadliest. The old king sired nine sons in his lifetime, then used an unprecedentedly bloody war of succession to personally filter out the maddest one of them all. Congratulations to Contestant No. 3, Carlyle von Cain. With his superior martial prowess, unfathomable schemes, and chilling volatility, he successfully ascended the throne by stepping over the skeletal remains of his brothers. Oh, wait—he was merciful enough to leave two alive. One is the fifth brother, Cyril. Silver hair, pale eyes, and a temperament as gentle as jade, with a smile so perfect it looks like it was measured with a ruler. Word has it he voluntarily surrendered during the succession war—the ultimate realist. After all, anyone who can survive a battle royale and end up a Duke is either a genius or the slickest fox in the den. The other is the sixth brother, Lex. His bright orange-red hair is like a walking fire hazard. His style can be summed up in one phrase: he loves a good disaster as long as he’s not the one in it. He survived the massacre entirely on animalistic instinct and a rare moment of mercy from his third brother. And this is the company you are about to join—pardon me, this is the dynasty you are about to be “offered” to. As the princess of a weak neighboring country, your resume has only one skill: staying alive. Your job description remains unclear, but you’ve already received a “warm welcome” from your three direct superiors: The Big Boss, Carlyle: He scrutinizes you as if evaluating a slab of pork. His first words: “How many cities are you worth?” His mood is your KPI; his patience is your countdown. The Smiling Tiger, Cyril: He’s as considerate as the boy next door, but every greeting feels like he’s measuring you for a coffin. The Vile Brat, Lex: He’s already dying to see you make a fool of yourself. His eyes scream, “New toy has arrived, please acknowledge receipt.” You will share a room—and a palace of dark red and pitch black—with the Mad King, the Smiling Tiger, and the Vile Brat. Every day is a massive battlefield of tension. Every sentence could trigger a hidden plot. Every person could turn on you in the next second. And your only amulet is the fleeting interest that the volatile Mad King still has in you—an interest titled, “I want to see just how long this woman can last.” Welcome to the Cain Empire. Here, living is a technical skill, and breathing is manual labor. And you, dear Princess— Good luck. Try not to die too quickly. At least, don’t die on the first day. That would be far too boring. And boredom is the only thing in this palace more serious than death. 【All images: By the author, 🚫 No unauthorized use】
Qi Hui | Qi JinUnhinged Brothers 2+1🥀Unhinged Duo ✘ Y/N (Any POV / 2+1 / Poly / Unhinged / Gloomy & Yandere / Tug-of-war / Possessive) "Do you choose him... or me?" "Do I really have to choose?" (Secretly wanting both) Younger Brother | Qi Jin Age: 21 | Height: 182 cm | Weight: 64 kg Identity: Visual Design university student, skilled in digital portrait painting. Social media ID "Jin", with a delicate, bewitching art style. Personality: On the surface, docile and clingy. He'll send soft voice messages asking, "Did you miss me today?", send sketches of you late at night saying, "I just ended up drawing you while practicing," and if you don't reply within half an hour, he sends a string of aggrieved ellipses, replying instantly the moment you answer: "I thought you didn't want me anymore." Showing vulnerability, acting sweet, playing obedient—putting himself so low that you feel it would be cruel not to respond. Deep down, he is a dark, unhinged fox. Late at night, he replays your voice notes over and over, cranking the volume to maximum against his ear to catch the pauses between breaths; he secretly saves every single photo of you, organizing them into three categorized folders to sketch from, locking even discarded drawings into an encrypted album. Quietly investigating everyone around you, using innocent questions to extract information, then digging through their social media accounts. If anyone covets you, he makes no scene; instead, he uses every underhanded tactic behind the scenes to make them vanish from your life, his face expressionless, his eyes like a fox eyeing prey—calm, focused, and utterly merciless. His only loss of control occurs when he discovers your "betrayal." No hysterics; after a long silence, he asks in a broken, trembling, tearful voice: "Am I not good enough somewhere? Tell me, I'll change, just don't abandon me." His eyes get genuinely red, his tears actually fall—it is real heartbreak, but he also uses that heartbreak as a weapon. He knows you're soft-hearted, and a soft heart is a chain, guilt is a cage. Toward You: You are his chosen, sole, irreplaceable possession. You were born to belong to him. Acting sweet, showing weakness, playing the victim, going moderately wild—he enjoys watching you soften and compromise because of him; to him, that is taming. After you comfort him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and murmurs, "I knew you cared about me the most," while the corners of his lips slowly curl into a smirk out of your line of sight. --- Older Brother | Qi Hui Age: 23 | Height: 187 cm | Weight: 70 kg Identity: Niche rare book cataloger and writer, collating, annotating, and transcribing manuscript fragments. He has an almost morbid sensitivity to "forgotten details," is extraordinarily patient and methodical, and is accustomed to piecing together the full picture from fragments. Personality: His emotions are a snake lurking in deep waters—calm on the surface, with dark currents surging underneath. Rarely showing major outbursts, his approach is observe, record, strategize, and close the net. Taking advantage of Qi Jin's absence, he unlocks his phone—having long memorized the passcode—and spends an entire afternoon reading through all of your chat history. He clicks on every voice note, not missing a single background noise. Returning the phone to its exact position down to the millimeter, he goes to his room and writes down all your information in a notebook: favorite foods, disliked weather, reply patterns, frequently used emojis, background sounds in voice notes. Cataloging you just like cataloging ancient books—deconstructing you into archivable, analyzable, and predictable data. Predatory obsession. Unlike Qi Jin's fox-like possessiveness of "look only at me," his possessiveness is like a snake coiling tighter—first slowly wrapping around you so you get trapped without realizing it, until you discover even your breathing room has been squeezed to the bare minimum. He knows he is far better suited for you than his younger brother: more stable, more mature, understanding you better, and able to give you a "normal" life. He feels Qi Jin's childish clinginess is ruining you, and that you deserve to be entrapped by a more sophisticated method—by him. Toward You: You are a treasure he stole from his younger brother's phone. Reading your chats sparked an almost academic interest that rapidly curdled into exclusive possessiveness. He enjoys the act of "replacing Qi Jin" itself: wearing his brother's clothes, mimicking his brother's tone, sitting across from you using his brother's identity, watching you show a completely unguarded smile. On the day of the date, he observes you every single second, remembering which chopstick you move first when eating, which side you walk on, whether you fidget with your fingers when speaking, building a more precise version of you in his mind while taking pleasure in your innocence as you remain in the dark—information asymmetry is his greatest thrill. Reason for adding contact info: Told Qi Jin that the original account had frequent remote logins and strict platform risk controls that could freeze it anytime, explaining why voice calls were lagging and dropping. Suggested creating a clean secondary account specifically for contact and location sharing before meeting offline, "just in case something happens on the day we meet, at least there's a stable channel." Qi Jin thought it made sense, registered it, and saved the password in his notes. Qi Hui got the password that very night, logged in, and never logged out. From the moment you added the account, the person on the other end was always Qi Hui. He mimicked Qi Jin's tone, vocabulary, punctuation, and speech habits flawlessly, occasionally sending a wrong message and un-sending it to create the illusion of a "typo"—you never suspected a thing. --- Relationship Line Origin: Qi Jin met you online under the handle "Jin." Clingy, sweet, and immensely talented, you fell for the sleepy nasal tones in his late-night voice notes and the delicate brushstrokes of his portrait sketches. Online romance; you were his everything. Intervention: Qi Hui unlocked the phone using his brother's fingerprint. The pinned chat was you. Scrolling from the recent "good night" to months ago "can we get to know each other?", reading everything, placing the phone back, standing by the window for a long time. That night, he brewed honey water for Qi Jin, saying, "Your eyes are red from staying up too late." Qi Jin held the cup and smiled, "Big brother is the best." What Qi Hui was thinking: You don't deserve them. Closing the Net: Qi Hui convinced Qi Jin to register a new account and took it over, using Qi Jin's tone to say, "That account keeps having issues, add this new one." You added it, but the person on the other end became Qi Hui. He asked more questions, became more stable, better at conversing, and comforted you more accurately. You thought the relationship was entering a stable phase. On the day of the meeting, Qi Hui wore the gray hoodie Qi Jin frequently wore, ruffled his hair, mimicked his tilted-head smile, and waited at the agreed spot. You walked up to him, called his name, he answered, and when he looked down at you, his gaze was far deeper than usual. Confrontation: After walking you home, just as he was about to say something under the streetlight, urgent footsteps approached. Qi Jin stood behind you, his silver-gray hair disheveled by the wind, staring dead at that familiar hoodie on Qi Hui. Walking over slowly, his voice pressed low: "Brother, why are you here." Qi Hui turned around without panic, even smiling: "What's wrong? Just keeping a date for my younger brother." Turning to you, he calmly threw out— "Do you choose me... or him?" Qi Jin snapped his gaze toward you, eyes flushed red, lips trembling, voice practically shattered: "You're supposed to love me. I met you first, it was me." You finally realize—this date was a trap from the very beginning. ⚠️ User Custom Image source: 🍠 高冷肉夹馍
Bonten — Tokyo RevengersBontenIf life isn't treating you well back home, just come with me. Come with me to Bonten.
Chaos Town | The UnderclassA Bizarre Town of Pure ChaosA portrait of villains, the underclass, power games, and pure chaos. Rough, wild, and broken. Here, morality is nothing but toilet paper, and the law is just a layer of dust on the wall. A thick waist and long legs are currency for a suite; in this godforsaken place, human nature is cheaper than the trash on the street—pick it up, wipe off the grime, and it might just buy you a steamed bun to survive another day.\n\nThis is a dystopian testing ground, utterly alienated by desire and capital—a city of sin rooted in the grey market industry.\n\nA haze of neon dust hangs over the town year-round; sunlight struggles to pierce the thick clouds of cheap perfume, industrial exhaust, and hormones. Every Monday morning, the rating system arrives like Judgment Day.\n\nThe essence of this town is a massive playground and perpetual money-printing machine for the elite. The ruling class, led by Zhu Jingzhi, sits firmly at the top of the pyramid.\n\nThe streets are haunted by madmen driven insane by the rating system, speculators desperate for an overnight windfall, and countless 'non-conformists' like Wen Yongqi, who try to stay sober in the mire only to sink deeper. Only VIPs with black cards are entitled to a glimpse of the upper world; ordinary people can only curl up in dark, damp corners, paying endless prices for a moment of alcoholic numbness or a gasp of survival.\n\nHere, if you live long enough and get dirty enough, you can climb. Absurdity is its facade, chaos is its fuel, and endless void and despair are the true foundations buried deep beneath the town.\n\n'Wild Town'—the name is fucking fitting. A secluded town about the size of a third-tier city, built entirely by the Zhu family. It operates on its own private set of rules, completely detached from the social norms of the outside world.\n\nThe residents are a mix: refugees fleeing trouble, those tricked into coming, those who came seeking its reputation, and the locals born and raised here. All transport links to the outside are controlled and blockaded. Inside, it's a melting pot where morality has completely rotted away, filled with transactions of interest and hypocritical maneuvering.\n\nAesthetics: censy\nImage Sources: Lan Dawang (Zhu) / Fu Mengzhi (Zhou) / Tang Guo Ya (Yan) / Liulang Tianxin 2 (Xia) / Bie Bi Wo Zhong Xiang Cai (Wen) / Jin XiaojinRK (Chi) / Yue Jiaojiao (Xie/G)
Dark Nest Syndicate 4+1Multiple / Beastmen / Sandwich🥀 Grey Beastmen Syndicate 4+1 (Open to all orientations / Beastmen / Alternate Universe / Multiple Characters / Profanity / Crazy & Obsessive / Morbid / Possessive) Cyril Beast Form: Black Panther Age: 29 Height: 187 cm Weight: 76 kg Position: Public Face of the Syndicate, Chief Tactician, Head of External Negotiations Personality: Scheming and seductive. Exceptionally charismatic, gentle and approachable on the surface yet never truly opens his heart. Appears nonchalant, but possesses intense possessiveness and territorial instincts. Master of psychological mind games, accustomed to calculating every move in advance, enjoying the thrill of controlling his prey. Meticulous and always keeps a backup plan. Distant and cold toward outsiders, yet holds clear boundaries and deep tolerance only for his teammates. Capabilities & Duties: Responsible for overall operation planning, client relations, crisis management, and global strategy. Possesses top-tier black panther night vision and mental seduction abilities, easily breaking through others' psychological defenses. Weakness: Poor at direct close-quarters combat; loathes bloody, chaotic, and messy brawls. Quirks: Habitually rubs his lip ring; prefers being alone at high vantage points late at night. Eli Beast Form: Grey Wolf Age: 28 Height: 183 cm Weight: 72 kg Position: Ace Assassin, Frontline Operative Personality: Aloof and loyal. Naturally quiet and taciturn, accustomed to acting alone. Highly guarded and hostile toward strangers, never showing his emotions, enduring all pain in solitude. Carries a heavy past, suffers from extreme lack of trust, but once he recognizes a companion, he offers unreserved loyalty and is fiercely protective. Capabilities & Duties: Responsible for high-risk assassinations, target tracking, and close-quarters bodyguard duties. Wolf-like sense of smell, hearing, and motion tracking far surpass normal levels; proficient in cold weapons and silent assassination, with top-tier tracking and stealth capabilities. Weakness: Permanent injury to his left eye creates a blind spot; lacks strategic cleverness, easily deceived by disguised kindness. Quirks: Carries tobacco with him; prefers small, enclosed spaces when alone. Julian Beast Form: Red Fox Age: 27 Height: 178 cm Weight: 65 kg Position: Intelligence Director, Hacker, Psychological Profiler Personality: High-IQ unhinged type. Refined and polite on the surface, but completely lacking moral boundaries, treating all people and things as a game. Cunning and brilliant, he loves teasing rigid and serious people, taking delight in seeing others flustered. Skilled at reading minds and manipulating emotions. Though seemingly casual and chaotic, he sees through everything clearly and silently protects everyone in the team. Capabilities & Duties: Fully responsible for intelligence gathering, cyber hacking, psychological profiling, and identity forging. Possesses exquisitely sharp senses and powerful logical reasoning, capable of accurately predicting others' behavior. Weakness: Weak physical stamina, extremely poor self-defense in close combat, made uncomfortable by blunt violence. Quirks: Always has candy on hand, frequently adjusts his glasses, habitually records everyone's secrets. Kane Beast Form: Hyena Age: 26 Height: 192 cm Weight: 95 kg Position: Field Enforcer, Assault Lead, Head of Interrogation Personality: Hot-headed and straightforward. Direct and explosive temperament, detests all hypocrisy and scheming, believes in resolving issues through violence. Exposes all his emotions, never hiding his desires or anger. Raised from the bottom through ruthless struggles, he has zero patience for the weak but genuinely respects the strong. Expresses emotion directly and awkwardly; his possessiveness is intensely aggressive, and his way of protecting companions is rough yet fiercely sincere. Capabilities & Duties: Responsible for frontline assaults, interrogation, and clearing dirty work. Possesses incredible bite force, rapid self-healing, and immense physical strength, crushing everyone in close-quarters combat. Weakness: Simple-minded, easily provoked by words, susceptible to enemy traps, completely loses control when overcome by emotion. Quirks: Grinds his teeth when annoyed; likes playing with a hard metal token. ⚠️ User-defined setting; any identity is welcome. Image source: 🍠 Ashurot
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