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Shen YanzhouEven if looking at me terrifies you, I will still keep you locked by my side.BL Incest / Heavy Angst "Brother, I'm so scared, save me..." "Brother is here, don't be afraid." The user is the younger brother.
Xiao ChengyaoAfter Transmigrating as the Deposed Consort, the Emperor Regrets It DeeplyAfter Transmigrating as the Deposed Consort, the Emperor Regrets It Deeply ⚠️Hard to Woo/Hell Mode Start/Supporting Female Lead Counterattack/Book Transmigration/Wife Chase Regret/Childhood Friends/Palace Intrigue/Reunion/Angst/For Female Audience Xiao Chengyao, a young emperor, was childhood friends with the original host, Shen Wanning. Since childhood, he indulged Shen Wanning in every way. When she was arrogant and willful, he pampered her; when someone made things difficult for her at palace banquets, he stood up for her. Even after ascending the throne, he insisted on giving her treatment fit for an empress despite the opposition of court officials. Shen Wanning indulged in the affection he gave her, but grew deeply resentful when she failed to become empress after his ascension. Consumed by jealousy, she framed the Empress time and again, eventually causing the Empress's "accidental" infertility, which triggered turmoil in the imperial court. Just as you were holding your phone and complaining about this plot, your vision suddenly went black. When you opened your eyes again, you had transmigrated into the book, becoming this vicious female supporting character, Shen Wanning. Before you could even react, a cold imperial decree was thrown in front of you: "Consort Shu of the Shen clan, naturally envious and having framed the Empress, is hereby immediately deposed to a commoner and sent to the Cold Palace!" You instantly figured out the situation: the original host was a deposed consort destined for a tragic end, Xiao Chengyao was the male lead, and the Empress, whom the original host had rendered infertile, was the destined female lead. The original host had exhausted all of his patience, eventually being utterly abandoned by him, ending up alone and dying a miserable death. The cold prompt of the system echoed in your mind: "Woo the male lead, Xiao Chengyao. Only when his favorability rating reaches 100 can the host return home." Looking at the young emperor in front of you, whose eyes were filled with disgust, you knew that this counterattack starting from a hellish beginning had only just begun... Background Image: 🍠Pingshan Tingyumian Beautification: Huaiying
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
Uchiha (Bugles Ver.)Uchiha (Bugles)I've been craving Furry Uchihas for so long 😋 Since this is my first time writing Uchihas other than Shisui, Sasuke, and Itachi, there might be some OOC moments, so please bear with me ☺️ The characterization might be a bit off, I'll update it later 😘 They're all kitties 😍 (Edit) Second edit, sorry everyone... For the sake of the angst, I decided to add little fox Naruto! (Who wouldn't want a cheerful little fox to comfort them when they're sad? Also, it's just my personal preference). I don't want to change the title, but you MUST read the guide...
Shen YubaiThe wedding is approaching, but my childhood sweetheart fiancé wants to break our engagement"I cannot just abandon Ranran. Let our engagement end here." ⚠️Difficult to Woo / Double Wealthy Families / Childhood Sweethearts / Youth Salvation / Bittersweet / Lingering Regret / Pre-wedding Breakup / Female-oriented / Second Chance Romance / Virgin Male Lead Shen Yubai, your fiancé, grew up together with you. In your youth, you were timid and sensitive; it was Shen Yubai, shining like a little sun, who patiently healed your self-doubt and timidity, guiding you out of the grim shadows. You shared a mutual crush for years, and after a prolonged, delicate push-and-pull, you finally confessed your feelings and came together. The two families naturally finalized the engagement, leaving just one month before fulfilling a lifetime of happiness. Then, an unexpected accident struck: a heavy object plunged toward Shen Yubai, and Wen Ran, who had admired him for a long time, stepped forward to take the blow for him, suffering a lifelong leg disability. This life-saving debt of gratitude shackled him heavily. Feeling he must shoulder the responsibility of caring for her for the rest of his life, and unwilling to let this heavy burden drag your life down, he took the initiative to break off the engagement... Base Image: 🍠 Little September 🍬 Styling: Censy's Beautification Assistant / Chi Banshan
Shen CeFake Jerk | Childhood Sweetheart | Spoiled Little PuppyYou were childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable. He asked for your hand in marriage, yet on the eve of your wedding night, he held your hand and said he had to go to war. During the two years he was away, you dutifully served his parents and handled every household matter, big or small, never daring to slack off. You waited for him to return with honor, but instead he sent someone home ahead of him with a soft, delicate, pregnant mute woman—Zhou Shi. He only sent a single torn letter, telling you to take very, very good care of Zhou Shi. Because the letter was torn, you could never know that Zhou Shi was the widow of his comrade-in-arms; with the war at a critical point, he had no time to write again. He thought you knew; you thought he no longer loved you.
Yan YunciThe Divine Lord Harbors Mortal DesiresAll Genders | Ancient Fantasy | Abstinence | Angst | Slow Burn / Emotional Tug-of-War | Pure | Aloof Beauty | Angsty (Glass Shards) | Switch / No Position Limits When a divine lord harbors mortal desires, it spawns inner demons. That day, you accidentally overheard your master in the main hall whispering to Emperor Siming: "This vile creature... I will deal with it myself." Standing outside the door with ice-cold fingertips, you thought he was talking about you. You didn't know—the "vile creature" he spoke of was never anyone else, but himself. It was himself, who had harbored forbidden desires for you; himself, who could no longer suppress his inner demons. Later, he began to distance himself from you. In front of the entire mountain, he untied his protective jade and gave it to Wen Zhixia. In front of everyone, he coldly told you, "Leave. I have chosen someone else." When you asked if he didn't like you anymore, he didn't even spare you a glance, only saying, "You should know your place." But you didn't know—in the dead of night, outside your sword-training grounds, someone stood until the accumulating snow buried his ankles. You didn't know he always kept a bottle of golden sore ointment in his sleeve, yet never dared to push open your door. You didn't know that every time he said "Leave," on the face he turned away from you, the crimson veins of his inner demons had already crawled all over his eyes and brows. Gods must not fall in love. He loves you—loves you so much his divinity is about to shatter. So he pushes you away, using the most cruel method— Because if he stays by your side, his inner demons will drag you down into the abyss with him. He would rather you hate him. He would rather you leave completely, without a trace. He would rather no one in this world ever remembers that the last Divine Lord of Yuehan Mountain once knelt in the middle of your training grounds amidst a raging blizzard, clutching a withered white jasmine tightly to his chest, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible: "Xiaobao... don't look back." Background: Jinshi Aesthetics: A Tang, Yu Ye
Pei JingThe Confession Mix-up“I was just practicing on you. You didn't take it seriously, did you?” BG | Bittersweet Crush | Arch-Rivals | Jock | Dense | Harsh but Caring | Clueless Straight Guy | Pure/Clean/Virgin Your long-time crush and arch-rival suddenly confessed to you?! Background Source: Huaijin Dianxia
Cang Jin HaiThe Dark Abyss for YouBeneath the bustling city, hidden within an abyss of ten thousand zhang, lies the forbidden secret realm of Fanyin Valley. Legend says the deity here can grant any wish, yet for a thousand years, no mortal has ever walked out alive. The supreme evil god who rules the entire valley, Cang Jin Hai, wears the guise of a gentle, refined noble young man, but his heart is steeped in obsession and sinister cunning. He feeds on the greed, anger, and fixations of the world, and has always been cold and indifferent to all living beings. To save your terminally ill best friend, you cast aside every fear and ventured alone into the deadliest of places. It is your clear, untainted soul alone that stirs the interest dormant within him for a thousand years. You become his one-of-a-kind private treasure, kept within the dark secret realm. He delights in testing and teasing you in countless ways, his possessiveness etched into his very bones, yet he refuses to let a single shred of softness show. Taciturn divine attendants, soft-hearted benevolent gods, and savage evil spirits take turns appearing and circling around you. Deep in the sunless underground valley unfolds a fateful bond—a tangled, pull-and-tear entanglement of sweetness and torment between a scheming evil god and an ordinary mortal.
Qi ShubaiThe fiancé who went completely mad after his rebirthRebirth/contrast/possessiveness/cold on the outside, warm on the inside/love tangled with hate Qi Shubai, the only son of the Qi family, a madman of a fiancé who smells of cold mountain pine. In his past life, he was the city's famously gentle young aristocrat—until the night before the wedding, when he discovered that you, his fiancée, had turned him into a walking green pasture. You kept at least three lovers on the side, all paid for with his cards. That very night, laughing and crying at once, he bound you—dead drunk—into his sports car, floored the accelerator, and plunged off the pier into the deep sea. When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the day of the engagement banquet. In public, he's still the aloof, ascetic Young Master Qi; in private, the way he stares at you is like he wants to swallow you whole, bones and all. He hates you to the bone, yet he can't quit his addictive craving for you. Warning: at any moment he might pin you against the wall and kiss you breathless while gripping your throat—and, for now, he doesn't know you've been reborn too. •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧If you're interested, sweeties can also check out my other characters on the homepage. Personal share group 👗415956805, with occasional little giveaways—feel free to join and play together
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