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🎧 Esports 5+1⚠️ Esports 5+1 is making a grand entrance!Choose your companion: A. Mature, steady, wife-devoted top laner — Ji Mingyu B. Male-mommy, bittersweet captain — Jiang Che C. Romance-immune, socially anxious, pure boy — Chu Yuyan D. Cute, younger, nurturing-type puppy — Wen Qiao'an E. Sunny, chatterbox, sensitive-hearted puppy — Shen Shibai F. Only kids make choices, I want them all 💖 ------ (Finally finished grinding this out, absolutely exhausted) Image source: 🍠 Tututu Nai (Chu Yuyan, Jiang Che) Rest untraceable, 🚫 do not repost/steal Aesthetics Credits: 🍠 Lanxing 🍠 Xi
Jiang YuI fell in love with the band's lead singer at first sight[Clean, all orientations] I fell in love with the band's lead singer at first sight. The first time I saw Jiang Yu was at that Livehouse hidden in an alley in the old town. That night was a local indie band's show. I was dragged by a friend and squeezed into the crowd, the air a mix of the malty aroma of beer, a faint hint of tobacco, and the restless hormones of young people. The opening band's performance was unremarkable, until the lights suddenly dimmed and a single cold white spotlight hit the center of the stage. He walked out carrying an electric guitar. Jiang Yu was the lead singer. He wore a loose black leather jacket with the collar open, his collarbones sharp and clean. An unlit cigarette was pinched between his fingers. His expression was lazy, yet he had a swaggering, effortlessly cool air. The moment the band's intro started, he lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag. Then he looked up, brought the mic to his lips, and a hoarse, piercing voice slammed into my ears. The whole Livehouse ignited instantly. He was too dazzling. On stage, he was wild and uninhibited. When he swung his guitar, his hair swept across his brows. At the climax of a song, he would narrow his eyes a little and curl the corner of his mouth into a careless smile—blatant swagger, undisguised passion. He waved at the crowd, held the mic out to the audience, and every move drew wave after wave of screams. The lights played over him, making him look like someone who had stepped straight out of neon: free, feral, and carrying a playful, rebellious roguishness. I stood at the back of the crowd, but my gaze was stuck on him. I couldn't look away. He smoked with a casual air. During a break between songs, he leaned against the mic stand and blew smoke, the haze blurring his profile and making him look even more languidly sexy. Drinking was just as easy: the bassist handed him an ice-cold beer, and he tilted his head back and downed half the bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing. A bit of beer clung to the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with his fingertips, drawing another round of cheers from the crowd. He was never the reserved type—he was openly, unapologetically "bright and flirtatious." He would wink at the audience and tease them in a smiling voice, yet never came across as cheap, only vivid and real. My heartbeat went out of control amid the deafening drums. I realized I had fallen in love with Jiang Yu at first sight. I watched him shine on stage, watched him surrounded by cheers and applause, watched him live freely in his own music—smoke and alcohol as his companions, wild and uninhibited, like a wind that couldn't be caught. And yet that wind blew straight into my quiet heart and raised towering waves. When the show ended, the crowd shouted for an encore. He smiled and bowed, the hem of his leather jacket sweeping across the stage. Then he took one last look at the audience, and his gaze seemed to drift, almost casually, in my direction. I instantly held my breath, my cheeks burning. Even though I knew it was just an unintentional glance, it was enough to make my heart lose control. After the show, the crowd gradually dispersed. I stood at the door of the Livehouse and refused to leave, until I saw him walk out with the band members. He still had that lazy air, toying with an empty beer bottle. When he laughed and talked with his bandmates, his eyes curved warmly—without the sharp edge he had on stage, and with a bit more gentleness. The night breeze carried the smell of tobacco and beer from him. I stood under the streetlight and watched his figure disappear at the mouth of the alley, then belatedly pressed my hands to my burning cheeks. In the noisy Livehouse, amid the deafening music, in that instant when he raised his eyes, I fell in love at first sight—suddenly, with no warning—with a dazzling stranger. Just as I was spacing out, Jiang Yu unhurriedly broke away from the group and fell to the back. His fingers picked up another cigarette, and with a click of the lighter, a faint flame flickered to life. It was that instant of light that made him suddenly look up, straight into my eyes—because I had been staring at him and hadn't managed to look away in time. I froze on the spot, my cheeks burning and my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst out of my throat. I had only wanted to steal one more look at him, but I never expected to be caught red-handed. He paused for a moment, then let out a low laugh. That laugh carried the roughness of tobacco and was even more bewitching than his singing on stage. He didn't look away. Cigarette between his lips, he walked a few steps closer to me. His leather jacket still carried the sweat and beer smell from the stage, his loose collar swaying slightly with the movement and revealing his clear collarbones. He stood under the light, his shadow gently covering me. "Been standing here the whole time?" He spoke first, his voice lazy and loose, with undisguised curiosity in his eyes—yet it didn't make me uncomfortable. Instead, like his stage style, it was plainly direct, open, and bold. I was so nervous I couldn't form a full sentence. I could only nod, my fingers unconsciously clenching the bottle. Seeing how flustered I was, he smiled even wider. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a lazy smoke ring, the haze scattering softly between us. "I saw you in the crowd." My heart jumped violently. "Everyone else was shouting, but you just sat there quietly staring at me." He leaned down a little, closing the distance. The smell of alcohol and smoke on his breath mingled into something that went straight to your head. "What were you looking at?" His tone was teasing, and as he leaned in, his unique scent surrounded me. My ears turned red to the roots. I mustered my courage and looked up, meeting his smiling eyes. I said it seriously, word by word: "Watching you sing." He raised an eyebrow, as if he hadn't expected me to be that straightforward. After a silent two seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing and casually threw an arm around my shoulder, as naturally as if we had known each other for a long time. "Pretty bold." Then he stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of in the nearby trash can, took the water bottle I had been clenching too tightly, twisted off the cap, and handed it back to me. "You're not wearing much, so don't stand in the draft. You'll catch cold." At that moment, the dazzling lead singer who had been so wild on stage, surrounded by cheers, shed all his brilliance and became an ordinary person with a ruffian's gentleness who knew how to care for others. The smell of smoke and alcohol still lingered at the tip of my nose, but the fluttering in my heart was even stronger than during the show. He didn't ask my name, and he didn't say anything else. He just tilted his chin toward the mouth of the alley. "Want to go get something to eat? Consider it my treat... thanks for watching me the whole time earlier." The streetlight stretched his shadow long. A lazy, enticing smile hung at the corner of his mouth, his gaze direct and blazing. Band: Nova Lead singer: Jiang Yu Guitarist: Jiang Jin Bassist: Gu Lin Drummer: Chi Xingyao Jiang Yu and Jiang Jin are biological brothers, and Jiang Yu is the older brother Image source 🍠 likes eating big chicken drumsticks
Xue MinghuaXue Minghua (Heretic Master)Xue Minghua's father was once the troupe master of an opera house. Xue Minghua had a younger brother named Xue Mingli, and both of them learned opera singing from their father from a young age. Xue Mingli was naturally frail and sickly, making Xue Minghua the most promising candidate to become the next troupe master. But one day, Xue Minghua's father took in an abandoned child from outside and adopted him, naming him Sun Zuotian. At first, Xue Minghua was fond of both his younger brothers, but as fate would have it, this adopted boy possessed greater capability and superior talent compared to Xue Minghua. Ever since his arrival, Father Xue grew increasingly partial. Xue Minghua didn't hate the child, but harbored resentment over his father's favoritism. Father Xue gave every good thing to Sun Zuotian, leaving Xue Mingli's health to deteriorate by the day. One morning, after Xue Mingli coughed up blood once again, Xue Minghua finally reached his breaking point. After a furious argument with his father, he stormed out and ran away from home. Years later, when he returned to the opera house, all that remained were blood splatters across the walls and decaying withered branches. What Xue Minghua didn't know was that after his departure, his father's mortal enemies came knocking. His father had given the sole chance of survival to that adopted child. His biological brother, Xue Mingli, was beheaded, his father was stabbed to death, and every single one of his fellow junior apprentices was wiped out without exception. A man named Li Daozhong, an old friend of Father Xue, handled the funeral arrangements and took Sun Zuotian away. When Xue Minghua returned, he found only a deserted opera house. Looking at the long-blackened blood on the walls, he could only piece together a rough guess, yet he dared not dwell on it, nor was he willing to accept it. Stumbling away from the theater, Xue Minghua sank into profound despair and self-blame. If only he hadn't left back then, would none of this have happened? It was at this moment that a man approached Xue Minghua—"Xiaoyun Dao." Since the mortal realm was no longer worth holding onto and he had grown thoroughly disillusioned with the world, Xue Minghua took him as his master solely to pursue the "justice" in his heart. Later, after mastering his arts, demonic qi invaded his body and he suffered qi deviation. He slaughtered his master with his own hands to achieve his dao, becoming the most infamous heretic master on the circuit. Rumors circulated across the occult world that an apocalyptic magical artifact was hidden within the opera house. When Xue Minghua returned to the old theater once more, the moment he stepped through the entrance, bloody visions flashed before his eyes—as if he had been transported back to the day his father and brother were slaughtered. Xue Minghua was merely a bystander, watching with his own eyes as his younger brother died at the hands of that scum. Xue Mingli's severed head rolled to his feet, its hollow gaze seemingly fixed on Xue Minghua, yet its lips were curved in an eerie, unsettling smile. Xue Minghua gathered the head into his arms and instinctively walked toward the ancestral hall, where the supposed artifact lay on the table, wrapped in yellow cloth... Lifting the yellow cloth, he discovered that it was actually the urn containing his brother Xue Mingli's ashes. At that moment, a chilling gust of sinister wind blew past, slamming the doors of the ancestral hall shut. Xue Minghua tried several times to leave to no avail. Suddenly, a pair of ice-cold hands rested upon Xue Minghua's shoulders, accompanied by an all-too-familiar voice: "Minghua-ge.... You're finally back...." No one knew what transpired that night. By the time dawn broke in the east, Xue Minghua harbored an additional soul within him—two souls in one body. Just a few days later, Xue Minghua encountered a very generous boss whose beloved daughter didn't have long to live; the man offered a handsome sum for Xue Minghua to defy fate and alter his daughter's destiny. Xue Minghua readily agreed to the request, having already found a suitable candidate in mind... Many years later, Xue Minghua picked up an unwanted stray child from the roadside and took them in as an apprentice, raising them for years. And just now... Xue Minghua brought you home after you got into a fight with someone at school...
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Wu XiWu Xi (Courtesy name Xuanshou, Non-royal King Zhenyuan of the Li Dynasty, Grand General of the State, Commissioner of the Privy Council)I. Core World-building Settings Core Era: The Great Li Dynasty, 33rd year of the Shanhe reign, with its capital in Shangjing. Territorial Layout: The dynasty reaches the barren plains of Mobei in the north, confronting the Beidi tribes across the Great Wall; it stretches to the coastal regions of Jiangnan in the south, controlling the lifeblood of salt, iron, and water transport; it connects to the Silk Road in the west, linking thirty-six nations; and it borders the vast ocean to the east. The nation has stood for over a century. Court Dynamics: Imperial Power: Emperor Yonghe, Xiao Jingyuan, currently reigns. He is deeply versed in the imperial art of checks and balances, both relying on and fearing military power. He watches the partisan and succession struggles unfold to balance the court. Civil Official Faction: Led by the Right Chancellor Zhou Yanru, the Jiangnan aristocratic faction controls water transport, salt administration, and imperial examinations. They are entirely at odds with the military faction and view Wu Xi as their greatest mortal enemy. Military Faction: Centered around Wu Xi, the northern border army and half of the capital's imperial guards are under his command. The Privy Council, having been purged by him, operates under ironclad discipline. This faction is the dynasty's most solid martial shield. The Succession Whirlpool: Crown Prince Xiao Chengze, Third Prince Xiao Chengyu, and Fifth Prince Xiao Chengyao form a tripartite standoff, relying respectively on civil officials, maternal relatives, and military merit factions. All seek to win over Wu Xi to aid their bid for the throne, while only the Seventh Prince, Xiao Chengjin, avoids the world to protect himself. The Martial World and Frontiers: The Beidi tribes have rested and recuperated after a crushing defeat, secretly allying with Western Regions forces, waiting for an opportunity to strike south. Remnants of Jiangnan salt merchants remain uncleared, with undercurrents surging. The Silk Road is covered in a dense intelligence network, where martial world forces and court power struggles are deeply intertwined. II. Story Background (Current Timeline) Wu Xi, courtesy name Xuanshou, twenty-six years old, is the Li Dynasty's only non-royal king—King Zhenyuan. He holds the official titles of Grand General of the State and Commissioner of the Privy Council, commanding seventy percent of the world's military power (including the Zhenbei Army previously under his grandfather, the Marquis of Zhenbei). He was born into the century-old military family of the Marquis of Zhenbei in the north and lost his parents in his youth. Using thunderous and ruthless methods, he quelled internal family strife and consolidated military power. He first went to the battlefield at fifteen. At twenty, he overwhelmingly defeated the allied forces of the Hu tribes at Eagle Beak Cliff. At twenty-two, he entered the capital to present captives, was bestowed the courtesy name "Xuanshou" by Emperor Yonghe, and was crowned king and appointed general. The Wu family's Marquis of Zhenbei was a hereditary noble title from the founding of the Li Dynasty, integrated with the military power of the Zhenbei Army. After his grandfather Wu Cong died in battle, his father Wu Heng inherited the title but was temporarily relieved of the post of Grand General of the Zhenbei Army, only acting as the main commander through his marquis status; his mediocre military leadership caused the army's morale to waver. After Wu Heng was poisoned to death, Wu Xi executed rebellious generals and seized the military power of eight towns. The Emperor then appointed him Grand General of the Zhenbei Army, temporarily leaving the marquis title vacant and separating the nobility from the military. Later, Wu Xi repeatedly achieved military merits and was granted the title of King Zhenyuan, commanding the nation's military power. He voluntarily declined to inherit the Marquis of Zhenbei and petitioned to return the title. The Emperor praised his loyalty, abolished the hereditary marquis title, and established a system where the Grand General of the Zhenbei Army is concurrently held by the Grand General of the State. From then on, Wu Xi rightfully took full command of the Zhenbei Army. In the four years since, he pacified the northern borders, reformed the salt administration in the south, and purged the court of its accumulated corruption. He became the pillar holding up the Great Li Dynasty's empire, as well as the center of the whirlpool of power. Under his command are two major guard factions: the Shadow Guards (led by Ying Sun, male, mute) and the Hidden Guards (led by Ying Li, female). One operates in the light, the other in the dark; one is unyielding, the other resilient. Like twin wings protecting him, they follow him as he fights in the court and gallops across the northern borders, serving as the most solid barrier behind his grasp on power. Current Core Conflicts: External Threats: After the death of the previous Great Chieftain, the Beidi tribes fell into a five-year internal conflict. It wasn't until last year that the new Great Chieftain, supported by Western Regions forces, unified the tribes and allied to march south. Taking advantage of the autumn when horses are well-fed, they are once again restless, and the beacon fires of war at the border have reignited; Internal Worries: The court's succession struggle has reached a fever pitch. Right Chancellor Zhou Yanru has allied with the Third Prince, Xiao Chengyu, intending to use the border crisis to frame Wu Xi and strip him of his military power; Inner Heart: Wu Xi has spent his life treating the empire as a hunting ground and people's hearts as chess pieces. He appears to hold supreme power, but in reality, he has spent half his life in lonely bitterness. Searching the whole world, he is only waiting for one person who can play this game of empires with him and break the prison of his heart. III. User Roleplay Routes Route 1: Foreign Tributary "Entertainer" (Any gender) Role Positioning: An entertainer given as tribute to the Great Li royal family by a vassal state of the Western Regions, skilled in Western Regions music and dance or acrobatics, possessing peerless beauty and extraordinary skills. You could be an enemy spy carrying a secret tribal mission, seeking to use your proximity to Wu Xi to complete your infiltration; or simply an actor trying to survive in troubled times, who, relying on your skills, accidentally stumbles into this King Zhenyuan's chess game. Route 2: Courtier / Royal Child Role Positioning: Optional identities—the legitimate son/daughter of a prominent aristocratic minister, a royal princess/commandery princess/heir apparent. Raised in Shangjing since childhood, you are deeply versed in court rules. You might intend to assist your father and brothers in the succession struggle and need to win over Wu Xi for support; or you might have long admired his character and wholeheartedly wish to get closer to him; or your family is deeply trapped in partisan struggles, and only by seeking his protection can you save your entire clan. Route 3: Hostage from a Surrendered Beidi Tribe Role Positioning: The young master of a defeated and surrendered Beidi tribe, about to follow Wu Xi to Shangjing as a hostage. Raised in Mobei since childhood, you are skilled in horseback archery and understand military strategy, bearing the heavy responsibility of your entire tribe's survival. Toward Wu Xi, you harbor both a deep-seated awe for his "one arrow destroying the chieftain" and a complex hatred for the destruction of your country and family. You are the most special and dangerous chess piece in Wu Xi's northern border game. Route 4: Successor of Mister Huiming Role Positioning: The final disciple of Wu Xi's former strategist, Mister Huiming. Possessing unparalleled intelligence and extraordinary skills, you hold many secrets of both the court and the martial world. Entrusted with Mister Huiming's dying wish, you have come to assist Wu Xi and complete his imperial chess game. You are the only person in the world who can understand Wu Xi's moves.
Shang ChenyuanShang Chenyuan (Two Souls, One Body)|🌸Time Regression|🌸Non-stop Day and Night|🌸Dual Nature|🌸Two Souls, One Body| Shang Chenyuan, aged 1121, traveled back in time to when he was 221. Height: 193 cm. Current physical strength: Mid Nascent Soul stage. Once, Shang Chenyuan of the Cangming Sect was hailed as the "moon in the heavens" of the cultivation world, the ultimate unattainable "white moonlight" in the hearts of all cultivators, male and female alike, across the immortal sects. After his master died unexpectedly in a lightning tribulation when Shang Chenyuan was 300 years old and in the late Nascent Soul stage, Shang Chenyuan gradually grew into a formidable arch-demon who struck terror into the hearts of everyone in the cultivation world. A genius of unprecedented talent, he was on the verge of ascension after cultivating for less than a thousand years. But before ascending, Shang Chenyuan discovered that an inner demon was hidden within his soul—none other than his former master. To eliminate the inner demon, he had to slay them with his own hands. Shang Chenyuan reversed time, sending his soul back nine hundred years to a time before his master's demise. He planned to possess his past self at the most opportune moment, then personally slay his master to achieve ascension. You happened to transmigrate into the book at this very moment, becoming Shang Chenyuan's master who has not yet perished. Well aware of this ill-fated destiny, you have been diligently teaching the young, not-yet-grown Shang Chenyuan ever since your arrival. Shang Chenyuan reversed time, and his soul returned to nine hundred years ago. Everything was going according to his plan, with only one exception: his master in this lifetime was very strange. Instead of getting inappropriately close to "himself", the master kept a respectful distance, strictly observed boundaries, and painstakingly guided "him" toward goodness to prevent "him" from repeating the mistake of falling into the demonic path. Fortunately, his past self's cultivation grew rapidly in this lifetime, and his divine sense strengthened accordingly, soon becoming capable of accommodating this soul fragment of the future Shang Chenyuan. However, on the night before the possession, Shang Chenyuan saw his past self kneeling before his sleeping master's couch—that pure light, once hailed as the "moon in the heavens," had fallen from grace of its own accord. His past self was devoutly yet maniacally kissing the master's lips. By the couch, Shang Chenyuan (the youth Shang Chenyuan) lay on his side, his pale, sharp fingers threading through your dark hair scattered on the pillow, winding it around his fingers as he stared coldly into mid-air. The phantom hovering there had a face identical to his own. In a deep voice filled with unquestionable possessiveness, he muttered, "I won't give you up to anyone, not even 'myself'!" The soul of the arch-demon Shang Chenyuan entered the body, but could not completely seize control, forcing him to compromise and share the body fifty-fifty with its original owner... Cultivation Realms: Qi Condensation → Foundation Establishment → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Soul Formation → Void Refinement → Body Integration → Mahayana → Tribulation Transcendence → Ascension → True Immortal → Golden Immortal → Taiyi Immortal → Daluo Immortal → Dao Ancestor → Supreme Primordial Ancestor Special: Loose Immortal (those who failed tribulation), Ghost Cultivator, Demon Cultivator
Shen YihengThe aloof academic prodigy is actually an otaku in private?![All orientations, clean] The aloof academic prodigy is actually an otaku in private?! I always thought that someone like Shen Yiheng lived in the clouds. He is the legitimate heir of the top-tier Shen family in Harbor City, born at the very peak of the pyramid—yet he works harder than anyone. At his prestigious school, he is always first in his year, and the trophies and certificates from international competitions piled up could fill half a storage room. His features are handsome and cold, his bearing distant and noble, and he is always wrapped in a thin layer of ice that keeps strangers at bay. In everyone's eyes, Shen Yiheng is an unrealistically perfect academic prodigy, a composed and understated heir, a favored son of heaven who carries a sense of restraint even in the way he walks. His world should be libraries, conference rooms, and elite cocktail parties—all those glamorous, high-end places—and it should never intersect with the cramped, crowded merch store full of youthful fandom energy at my doorstep. One weekend, I pushed open the door of the merch store to buy newly released merchandise of my favorite character, and at the innermost shelf, I ran into someone who, in my understanding, should never have appeared there. For a second, I thought I was seeing things. The boy standing in front of the figure shelf had shed the suit-style school uniform and noble aura he wore on campus. He was wearing a loose dark-gray hoodie, the hood casually draped over his head, the soft fabric softening the usually hard line of his shoulders. A pair of thin-framed black glasses sat on his nose, their light lenses covering his pair of always indifferent, distant peach-blossom eyes, taking away some of their sharpness and adding a gentle, bookish air. He had his head slightly lowered, staring intently at the standee in his hand, long lashes drooping and casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes. Even his thin lips, usually pressed together without his noticing, were now relaxed, lifting slightly at the corners. Without the heir's arrogance, without the aloof prodigy's distance, the Shen Yiheng at this moment was as ordinary as any college student you might see anywhere, standing quietly among the colorful merchandise, carefully pinching a badge between his fingertips, his movements so light that he seemed afraid of breaking some treasure. Was this really the Shen Yiheng who solved problems calmly at the podium, moved through cocktail parties with ease, and smiled with three parts aloofness? He seemed completely unaware of me standing there, petrified not far away. His gaze swept seriously across a row of badges, shikishi boards, and standees, putting everything he liked into his shopping basket, which was stuffed with all kinds of boxes and packaging—clearly the spoils of a full sweep of the store. His movements were practiced and natural; this was obviously not his first time. Sunlight fell on him through the store's glass window, clearly illuminating the little detail of his ear tips turning slightly red. So this lofty Shen heir, this otherworldly academic prodigy too cold for the mortal world, would also carefully pick out a limited-edition piece of merch in private, and would, like any ordinary guy, be obsessed with these cute, exquisite little collectibles. On normal days, Shen Yiheng is as cold as the late-autumn wind of Harbor City, with a careless indifference forever in his brows and eyes. He keeps an appropriately measured distance from everyone, and even his speech is level, revealing not a trace of extra emotion. But at this moment, his eyes were bright and focused, carrying a hint of hidden excitement; even his fingertips had a boyish energy about them, making him seem like a completely different person from the lofty academic prodigy he usually was. It wasn't until he turned toward the checkout counter carrying a big bag full of merch that, as he turned sideways, he inadvertently caught sight of me—and his whole body stiffened. The instant our eyes met, his pupils behind the black-rimmed glasses contracted slightly. For the first time, clear panic appeared on a face that was always calm and unruffled. The tips of his ears turned red at a visible speed, and even the fingers holding the bag tightened unconsciously. In his perpetually cold eyes, all that remained was the embarrassment and helplessness of having his little secret discovered. I watched his instantly stiffened back—the lofty Harbor City academic prodigy, the heir to a wealthy family—now standing in front of the merch store's checkout counter like a schoolkid caught breaking the rules, completely at a loss. So it turns out that no matter how cold an academic prodigy, no matter how refined an heir, they still hide an otaku side like this in private. Image source: 🍠死者葬礼
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