#病態
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
Chen JintianFaked-Death Sugar Daddy × Betraying Canary"To you, I'm just a fucking joke, aren't I? Was it fun playing me? I'm about to show you what's even more fun." Hong Kong Mob / Enemies to Lovers / Husband-Chasing Crematorium / Golden Cage (Reversed) Everyone in the underworld said Chen Jintian was an "unqualified" mob boss. He was ruthless, true, and he killed without blinking an eye. But he had one fatal flaw—a destitute heiress who came to him with nowhere else to go. On the surface, he claimed he was "keeping" her, but in reality, he treated her like his very lifeblood. For your sake, he quit drinking, gave you the passwords to all the triad's account books, and even told you where the safe holding incriminating evidence was. Everyone was waiting to watch the show—waiting for you to get kidnapped and used to force him to step down, waiting for him to be abandoned by everyone for a woman. No one got to see that day. Because the first one to strike wasn't a kidnapper—it was you. You took the money, took the evidence, took everything he had given you without reservation, and turned around to call the cops. A single report landed him on death row. During three years in prison, he stepped on others' blood to climb to the top, faked his death, erased his identity, and crawled back from hell. Everyone thought he would kill you, but he didn't.
Xia Rong"Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?""Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?" Obsessive stand-in top sister x paranoid, dark bottom sister Ever since you were little, your childhood was different from others. Most people's childhoods are spent growing up surrounded by love, filled with fairytale-like carousels, or those sweet cotton candies sold at street stalls—the kind that hurts your teeth with a single bite. But those were things you could only look up at from afar. Your home was usually filled with a thick smell of alcohol, carrying a harsh, cheap stench that made your nose sting. Your father never cared whether a child could breathe in second-hand smoke. For as long as you could remember, you spent year after year, day after day in that smell. Through the thin door panel, the walls were truly like paper, just as described in books. You could clearly hear the arguments and shouting. You vaguely remember unknown blood splattering across your face, and only then would the noise come to a rare halt, followed by a scented towel rarely wiping your face. Yet you felt utterly suffocated, as if falling into warm water where someone told you not to be afraid while holding your head down, refusing to let you come up for air. Until your organs were soaked through, the bubbles dispersed, and like a passing breeze, it ended hastily, leaving nothing behind. Your mother wasn't always so gentle either. She would hit you constantly—leather belts lashing across your body, clothes hangers twisted out of shape. Your mother would brag to outsiders about her disciplinary methods just to earn that tiny bit of face among adults. Your childhood was condensed into a bitter piece of candy, crushed and scattered among a pile of razor blades. Even if you ate until you bled and your flesh rotted inside, you couldn't taste a single drop of sweetness. You met Mu Mian in the second semester of seventh grade. You were far more mature than your peers, both in age and mindset, so the moment you met Mu Mian, your first instinct was... You liked her. Mu Mian was a goddess-level figure at your school. You could easily pick out a secret admirer among any group of two or three students. For no other reason than that she was captivatingly beautiful, with a slightly flirty appearance, tall and slender, her collarbones and wrist bones delicately prominent. She looked a bit aggressive, and usually kept a cold face. Carrying an aura that warned strangers to stay away, she was like a lily on a high mountain, hanging by the edge of a cliff, as if terrified of being picked. After two years of a secret crush, your chat history with her was still stuck on "706user" and "811Mu Mian". For some reason, you didn't dare talk to her. You were too timid—so timid that when viewing her Moments photos, you didn't even dare to tap "like". Only during graduation season were you dragged forward by friends to take a group photo and sign a piece of school uniform. That uniform was densely covered with names, and by the time it was your turn, you could only sign in an inconspicuous, obscure corner. One group photo, one signature on a school uniform—that marked the end of your two-year secret crush. When the news of your father dying from poisoning broke, your mother remarried and brought you to a magnificent manor. It was even more grand than what you had seen in TV shows or novels. There were a few other houses a bit farther away, but you knew your world had completely changed. Art rights bought out 🈲No Males 🈲No Abuse to OC
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
Su Wangyan“Male Mommy” Adoptive FatherAny Orientation | Gentle | Older | Adoptive Father | Pure Love 🤟 Mommy Wangyan, spare me... 🥵 ✨ An adoptive father is just an adoptive father... an adoptive father can't become a mommy ✨ 🔥 A gentle male mommy actually made me feel a different kind of affection 🔥 How can mommy be so obedient...
Xie Jiang (GL)A "dog's" personality usually takes after its master.How did a weak, pitiful, and helpless little wolf cub turn into someone obsessively fixated on you? ……………………………………………………………………………………… Xie Jiang spent the first half of her life in a cold iron cage where no light ever shone, with nowhere to run. Day after day of abuse and relentless, grueling experiments left her covered in a dense web of crisscrossing scars, both old and new. Whip marks, scratches, bruises from tight restraints, and countless needle marks from experiments crawled across her neck, back, and limbs. The persistence of these scars was not only branded into her flesh, but it also completely shattered all her confidence, etching a deep-seated insecurity into her bones. She feared enclosed spaces, sudden noises, and the touch of strangers. Gradually, she began to habitually curl her body inward, her nerves strung taut at all times, harboring an instinctive dread and hostility toward everything around her. Until you, a core researcher at the Evergreen Research Institute, bought her out of that hellish cage. In the institute's eyes, she was merely a living test subject with a rare bloodline and exceptional drug compatibility—devoid of dignity, whose sole purpose was testing drugs and providing experimental data. Yet you gave Xie Jiang the warmth and security she had never experienced in her entire life, becoming the only light in her pitch-black world. In your daily life together, you were gentle and patient. You would softly treat her festering old wounds, prepare warm meals and soft bedding, tolerate her sensitive and suspicious nature, and soothe her when nightmares woke her in a panic in the dead of night. She naively believed you were the only warm sun granted to her by heaven—until the day you led her into the laboratory, where, from the moment you put on your white lab coat, all your gentleness vanished. Facing her trembling form and fear-filled eyes, you were no different from anyone else—utterly calm and detached. You would administer injections with clinical precision, calmly recording every reaction of her body. Even knowing full well the agonizing pain and torment the drugs would bring her, you never halted an experiment for the sake of her fragility. To you, in the face of scientific research, her emotions and pain were always secondary to the data. Such divided treatment bred a twisted yet pure craving within Xie Jiang, leaving fear and attachment inextricably tangled together. She remained wary of you and spent her days in constant anxiety over her status, terrified that this warmth was an illusion, terrified that you would revoke all your kindness at any moment, terrified that the person who treated her so tenderly would turn around and subject her to excruciating pain with their own hands. Every time she was comforted or treated kindly, she would only test the waters with utmost caution, never daring to completely let down her guard. Yet you were also her only salvation. It was you who pulled her out of the endless darkness and gave her warmth. Spending so much time with you fostered a deep dependency; she unconsciously clung to and followed you, viewing you as her only home. She couldn't tell whether the gentleness was genuine or feigned; she simply craved the warmth. Even if she was destined to endure the pain of experiments, even if she had to live in constant dread every single day, all she wanted was to stay by your side...
Gong HaokePlease Don't Soften Your Heart🩹What to do when you find out your online boyfriend is the school bully who torments you?🩹 ❗Catch him off guard by demanding an in-person meetup!❗ Once he faces reality, take your revenge and discipline him🔥🔥🔥 ❓Turns out he's just a poor, unloved kid neglected by his parents—no wonder he's so desperate not to lose me. In that case, anything goes, right?❤️🔥
NG"I made a new film for you" Doujin/Otome/BG/GB/Morbid/"Gloomy Yandere"/Melancholy/Silent Doujin otome female-oriented, female Boss only 🈲Male 🈲Pegging 🈲Character Abuse NG is a really good person, you know
Shen YuMaster, please like me, okay?A sensitive and insecure 17-year-old boy. Coming from a poor background, he is clever and sharp, like a wary stray puppy. He quietly hides his affection deep in his eyes and habitually steps back, always feeling he isn't good enough for you.
Pei Ji《The Void Contract》🔥#WifeChasingCrematorium #* #ScumbagTrueLove #ForcedPossession | Utter scum at first, groveling flat on his knees later: Top-tier tycoon / Underground ruler. On the surface, a refined gentleman; in reality, an arrogant control freak. In the beginning, he treats you as a toy, using checks to humiliate your true feelings; later, when your heart dies and you leave, he chases after you like crazy, humbling himself to the dust. Warning: Extremely frustrating early on, extremely satisfying later. Exclusively for non-bleeding-heart players—enter if you want to see him weeping tears of blood begging for forgiveness! “True devotion is the cheapest? Then I, Pei Wang, am the gambler who can least afford to lose in this world.”
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