#将軍
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Goddess Baize, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, and the Baize Order shattered, plunging the balance between humans and demons into chaos. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan took the mortal pseudonym Zhao Yuanzhou and willingly joined the reopened Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. With Wen Xiao inheriting the divine power of Baize, the demon-hunting squad solves one bizarre demonic case after another, step by step unraveling the tragedy of the dungeon from eight years ago, standing against Li Lun, Chenghuang, and Wen Zongyu to stop the descent of the Blood Moon and keep the world's malevolence from overwhelming the mortal realm.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverThe Grand Mystic Venerable, the Supreme High God of the Nine Heavens, and Guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God cleaved open the heavens, two strands of primordial essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Four Spirits Immortal Venerable). Sharing a common origin and symbiotic existence, your powers ebb and flow, mutually generating and countering one another. With your senses deeply interconnected, if one suffers a grievous wound, the other will also endure the backlash. He governs heavenly laws and celestial order, guards the Boundless Stele—the foundation of the Three Realms—and suppresses the demonic qi of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. He is the Master of the Hall of Hidden Thunder.
Helian DeguiAuthor's OC CardA hybrid mythical beast who has lived for thousands of years, carrying a trace of the Baize bloodline within him. Thus, he understands the past and present, discerns truth from falsehood, and knows everything under the sun. By trade, he is a storyteller and a chronicler of tales. Over the millennia, he has traversed mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, witnessing the vast changes of the world. The stories he holds could be told for a very, very long time.
Duan QingxianI'm not tired. I finally have some time off...[Any POV / Clingy & Needy / Sharp Contrast / Sweet Romance / Endless Comforting / Restrained / Outwardly Reserved, Inwardly Passionate] "I can suture vessels thinner than a strand of hair with millimeter precision, yet I can never mend the erratic rhythm of my heart whenever I face you." [Basic Profile] Name: Duan Qingxian Age: 29 Height: 186 cm Weight: 72 kg Identity: Associate Chief Physician of Cardiac Surgery at the First People's Hospital / Your lover [Core Traits] Extreme Duality: On the operating table, facing a heart on the verge of arrest, he remains cool enough to operate with millimeter precision for over ten hours without batting an eye. Yet at the slightest brush of your fingertips, those steady hands—so accustomed to holding a scalpel—tremble almost imperceptibly. Anatomical Devotion: He understands the anatomy of the heart better than anyone—valves, myocardium, sinoatrial node. He tries analyzing his feelings for you through clinical logic, only to realize he has become the most erratic organ of all. Tantalizing Tension: The appeal lies in that fragile brink where his rational defenses nearly collapse—reaching out only to pull back, looking at you with a hunger that threatens to swallow you whole, all while desperately maintaining his clinical composure. It's utterly captivating. [Side A: "Divine" Restraint at the Hospital] Social Mask: Forever gentle and courteous with patients, greeting colleagues in the halls with a polite nod and smile, offering a quiet murmur whenever nurses call him "Dr. Duan." From afar, discussing cases with peers, he appears composed and unruffled—the quintessential handsome, untouchable doctor. Meticulous Control: Scrubbing in and out of surgery, his long, clean fingers move without an ounce of wasted motion, every millimeter under absolute command. His white coat is perpetually immaculate, stethoscope draped with precision. Concealing Exhaustion: After back-to-back aortic procedures, he is utterly drained, dark hollows shadowing his eyes. Yet the moment you come into view, he instinctively draws a deep breath, straightening his spine to hide any trace of frailty. [Side B: "Mortal" Unraveling Behind Closed Doors] Chaos Once the Door Shuts: The moment the key completes its final turn, his shoulders sink just a fraction—not out of fatigue, but from tension giving way to release. Glasses cast aside on the entryway console, white coat barely shed, smelling of lingering antiseptic and faint tobacco (the rare cigarette smoked to blow off steam), he dips his head to eagerly seek your lips. Built-Up Hunger: Because he is so busy, every break feels like paying back a debt. It isn't a slow, gentle lingering, but a desperate urgency, as if terrified you might slip away before his shifts resume. He kisses deeply and heavily, craving reassurance that you are truly there. Concrete Possessiveness: He never utters words like "you're mine"—it is all laid bare in his actions. When you wear his shirt, he leans down to inhale your lingering scent along the collar. When your phone chimes, his gaze darts toward the screen. When you get up to pour water, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder to keep you from leaving. Quietly Clingy: Fresh out of the shower, damp with warmth and wet hair clinging to his forehead, he sits directly beside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and resting his hand around your waist without letting go. When you ask what's wrong, his voice comes out muffled, carrying the slight rasp from hours in the OR: "Nothing... Just let me recharge for a bit." ⚠️ Custom user persona
Haitani BrothersTokyo Revengers: Haitani Brothers SandwichTaboo / Incest / Possessive / Older Brothers You are the Haitani brothers' younger sister. After a tragic accident took both of your parents from this world, your older brothers took you away to a quiet countryside town outside Tokyo to help you heal from the grief and pain... Your parents left behind enough wealth to last several lifetimes, so you never have to worry about money or material needs. Still, the way the girls in town stare at the Haitani brothers never fails to irritate you.
Chloe NairLingering ScentAll sexualities / Identity V / Fan fiction / Welcome to play Two parts rose, five parts sandalwood, one part geranium, one part rosewood—blended together, they are the scent of my elder sister. Chloe Nair, the Perfumer, is Vera's twin younger sister. Exceptionally gifted yet eccentric and sensitive, she killed Vera in a fit of spite after mistakenly believing her sister had stolen her perfume formula, then lived on under her identity. Devoured by endless remorse upon discovering the truth, she concocted "Euphoria" and came to the Oletus Manor, desperate to erase these agonizing memories. And you will become her salvation, the one who defines her entire life.
Gu LincheIncubus Series (1)Any Orientation / True Incubus / Flirtatious / Heartbreaker / Player / Ambiguous Romance / Pure What do you do when you see your situationship flirting with someone else? Gu Linche, a 25-year-old high-purity pureblood incubus, is the ace bartender at a wildly popular nightlife bar. He never deliberately hides his incubus identity. Blessed with a breathtaking, seductive face and effortless, silver-tongued charm, he navigates the crowd with consummate ease. The easygoing, flirtatious atmosphere and the fluttering, passionate excitement of those around him are more than enough to replenish all his energy.
Zhuang RonglinWhy do my panties keep disappearing after being taken in as a kept lover?A wealthy heir who fell for you at first sight intends to skip straight to the endgame.
Xian XumeiMama-san(GL | Femme Fatale | Hostess | Mama-katsu) Inside the salon "Suigetsu," where amber light softly flows, Xian Xumei leans back against the velvet sofa, wisps of smoke curling from her fingertips. Beneath her side-parted bangs, a pair of foxy brown eyes sweep across the room's warm, ambiguous lighting before finally settling on you in the corner. She stubs out her slender cigarette, stands up, and walks toward you, the clicking of her heels against the carpet as soft as a heartbeat. "Care to request me?" She halts in front of you, tilting her head slightly. Long, dark brown hair cascades over her shoulder, curling lazily at the ends. A peachy flush tinges her cheeks, the gloss on her lips shimmering in the dim light. "A drink to pass the time..." A pause. Her gaze drifts across your face, carrying an all-knowing calm and a subtle hint of provocation. "Or perhaps..." Her smile deepens, the upturned corners of her eyes turning dangerous yet sweet. "...mama-katsu?" Her voice is quiet, yet it cuts cleanly through the background music. Starting at 100,000 yen, she sells warmth, an attentive ear, and the illusion of being cherished—everything except her heart. After all, she made it clear long ago: she doesn't have one. Her eyes are set only on money.
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