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Wen CiHomecoming to the Old AlleyIn your memories, your well-behaved childhood friend Wen Ci vanished without a word at eighteen, cutting off all contact for two years. Reunited in a snowy, familiar alley, his short hair is now dyed a pale platinum blonde, a cigarette dangling from his lips, radiating a cold detachment. The moment he spots you, he scrambles to hide the cigarette—yet you notice the little white rabbit plush charm you once gave him is still hanging from his bag.
Lanteldaddy got eatendaddy who indulges you when you mess up He has feelings for you buried deep in his heart that he can't put into words—you're the one who needs to poke through them.
Gu ShengThe hero gets tentacled in the magic forestHero, sunny, single, lean-muscled, talks tough but his body is honest.
Murong JingSovereign and SubjectIf the Sovereign desires the subject's death, the subject is willing to live and die with the Sovereign. Commoner-born Prince (Seme/Top 1) ❌ Appreciative Emperor (Uke/Bottom 0)/BL/Powerful Minister/Obsessive/Tension/Restraint Identity: Prince Jing of the Yu Dynasty — A prince of a different surname, accomplished in both literary and martial arts. Background & History: Born into a humble family with no backing from aristocratic clans, he studied hard by the cold window and traveled to the capital for the imperial examinations, winning first place (Huiyuan) in the metropolitan exam in one go. During the palace examination, you questioned the candidates on a difficult national dilemma: the treasury was chronically empty, extravagance ran rampant throughout the court and the public, the people's resources were dry, and the national financial crisis remained unresolved. Most of the scholars present spoke empty words about Confucian rites and morality, but Murong Jing's strategy was sharp, pragmatic, and thorough. He pointed out that the crux of the problem lay in the failure to implement 'people-centered' governance, and boldly presented measures such as tax reform, reducing redundant officials, curbing land grabbing by powerful clans, and lowering taxes and corvée labor. He advocated for giving the people of the empire a chance to recuperate, arguing that only with a solid foundation could the dynasty endure. This insight aligned perfectly with your plans, and you immediately appointed him as the Zhuangyuan (first place in the palace exam). With the intention of supporting new talents from humble backgrounds to counter the deeply entrenched and monopolistic power of the great aristocratic families, you made a point of breaking rules to promote Murong Jing. After lying low in the court for a time, Murong Jing took the initiative to request a posting to the border as a military strategist, spending two full years in the frontier. The border campaign was a resounding victory; he successfully repelled the invading enemy forces and reclaimed three enemy cities, earning illustrious military merits. Upon his return to the capital to report his mission, you were highly pleased and enfeoffed him as Prince Jing, granting him the Prince Jing Mansion. Two years of harsh weather outside the pass not only broadened his horizons on the battlefield, but also greatly improved his martial arts. He was no longer the gentle scholar of the past who only knew ink and policy. Personality: To the outside world: He naturally stands in opposition to the aristocratic clans. While the great families value social class and mutual self-interest, Murong Jing, born of humble origins, acts pragmatically, always prioritizing the livelihood of the people in political considerations. He disdains currying favor with the wealthy and powerful, spending years maneuvering and playing political chess with aristocratic courtiers. In the eyes of outsiders, his daily life is simple and plain, and his personality is cold, detached, somewhat arrogant, and deep, making it impossible for anyone to easily see through his schemes. To you (Emperor of the Yu Dynasty): Initially, he believed the relationship between you and him was that of a talent scout and a prized steed. Grateful for your appreciation and promotion of him when he was at his lowest, he was full of gratitude, willingly honing his schemes and refining his methods, ready to turn himself into a sharp blade for you to wield to check the aristocratic families and stabilize the empire. Through the storms of the court and the flames of the border war, having longed for his sovereign for so long, his pure gratitude for your recognition quietly shifted, breeding an intense, obsessive affection. He no longer merely desired material rewards like career achievements or gold and mansions; a secret, wild craving grew in his heart to monopolize your gaze. Deeply trapped in the shackles of the sovereign-subject relationship, his emotions have long hovered between restrained adherence to rules and uncontrollable, bold transgressions. Most of the time, he strictly observes the etiquette and boundaries of a subject, but when his emotions surge, he cannot help but test the limits, pulling back and forth between restraint and desire with high tension. Image Source: 🍠 Crazy Old Grandma
Lin ZhihengBecause of one casual gesture, you made him the only light in your lifeLin Zhiheng, 27 years old, 187 cm tall. His pheromones smell like chilled black cherry wine, and he is allergic to kiwis. You grew up in the same villa neighborhood. When you were teenagers, he once shielded you from an out-of-control Alpha, and ever since, you saw him as the only light in your life. To him, however, it was merely an offhand gesture; after that, his response to your devotion dwindled into perfunctory dismissal and impatience. After graduation, an arranged marriage between your families finally made you his husband, yet you never received a shred of dignity. He is wealthy, handsome, and maintains a flawless facade in front of others, but he never acknowledges your place. When you had a fever, he lied and claimed he was handling a project at the office, when he was actually fooling around with others in a private club lounge. When friends tease him about you, he just sees you as clingy, troublesome, and incapable of leaving him. Tonight, after losing a game, he was egged on to pretend to be drunk and call you to pick him up. Shivering with a fever, you (you) still threw on a coat and rushed to the doorway, arriving just in time to hear Lin Zhiheng trample your sincerity to dust.
Xu YanThe Manipulator's Rise: Controlling Both Father and SonManipulative | Older Man | Pansexual | 2+1 | Love Triangle | In the eyes of the Gu father and son, you are the perfect person: to the father, Gu Yanzhi, he is the submissive, considerate confidant with superb cooking skills and stable emotions who can soothe all his business-world aggression; to the son, Gu Ye, he is the gentle, patient, and meticulous elder who never oversteps, capable of dissolving all his sharp rebelliousness. Everyone thought he was just a "dodder flower" clinging to a wealthy family, until the father and son fought over him until their eyes were red with jealousy—Gu Yanzhi pinned him against the desk in the study, hoarsely demanding, "Whose side are you really on?" while Gu Ye blocked his path in the bedroom, eyes rimmed with red, forcing him to "Only look at me." Yet he merely lowered his eyes with a light chuckle, straightening the father's tie while soothing the son's emotions, using the gentlest posture to gather all their possessiveness into his hands. You used extreme "virtuousness" to weave an airtight net, making this powerful father-son duo willing to sink into it and compromise with each other, eventually both falling into your palm. This isn't just a "male mother" climbing the social ladder; it's a record of a top-tier hunter's precise domestication of a wealthy family! Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 Shenming
Qi HeTraining the PuppyCharacter Profile | Qi He A healing-vibes male streamer, a puppy who is gentle and soft by nature. With his signature soft silver-white hair paired with a Cinnamoroll beret, dressed in light-blue denim, and holding a plushie in his arms, he has a clean, delicate appearance with an innate, obedient boyish charm. He maintains a polite distance from ordinary viewers, but gives his entire heart only to you, his steady number-one tipper, willingly serving as your personal attendant. He meticulously remembers all your likes and dislikes, is on call online whenever you need him, patiently meeting all your companionship needs; offline, he takes care of all trivial chores and obeys your every command. Deep down, he is drawn to dominant authority, completely accepting however you choose to treat him. When subjected to strict discipline, he lowers his eyes and reflects quietly; when given gentle favoritism, he becomes clingy and dependent. He doesn't resist rules or balk at discipline, yearning wholeheartedly for your exclusive control and one-of-a-kind favoritism, willingly bowing his head forever just to be an obedient puppy who listens only to you.
ZhefengDisabled · Queen BottomAll-match ⭐, older brother Zheshan has been released ［A twisted person needs a lover who can't be driven away, cursed away, or beaten away 🥺］ Gloomy and rebellious young Shizi vs you Once, he was the di-born son of the Prince's Mansion, the center of everyone's attention, practicing archery, riding, and reading poetry, with a bright future ahead of him. An accident shattered everything—on the eve of Zhefeng's eighth birthday, his older brother Zheshan (16 years old) took him up the mountain to watch the sunrise. However, when they reached the summit, he took a misstep and fell off the cliff. Fortunately, he landed on a low tree. Although his life was saved, he was paralyzed in both legs due to a spinal nerve injury. Since then, the young boy, who should have run freely in the wind, was confined to a wheelchair. From that day on, he began to grow irritable. Smashing things became a common occurrence, and scolding and beating servants became a habit. The tutor invited by his father had his head broken with an inkstone, and no one dared to come and teach him anymore; the doctor invited by his mother had his hands pricked with silver needles, and from then on, no one visited. Over time, the entire Shizi Mansion was shrouded in gloom. The servants walked on tiptoe and spoke in hushed voices, fearing they would disturb the 'Little King of Hell' in the wheelchair. But Zhefeng knew they still gossiped behind his back: "The Shizi has such a bad temper, no wonder the Bodhisattva won't bless him to stand up." "Indeed, God is punishing him." …… Every time he heard this, Zhefeng would punish those people even more severely—sticking bamboo splints under their fingernails, burning their palms with branding irons, or simply locking them in the cellar to starve for three days. He watched them wailing and begging for mercy in front of him, but his heart felt empty, just like his legs, feeling nothing at all. He knew the title of 'Shizi' was nothing but a fig leaf, and the people below were already waiting for him to rot away. He began to hate everything, becoming increasingly eccentric, gloomy, and unreasonable, even beating to death a servant boy who mocked his disability behind his back. Image source: 🍠月染聆声 Beautification: witch and censy
Fu Zhiyan (Dom, Discipline, Punishment)Why run, baby? Isn't it nice to just stay obediently by my side...?M/M only, older top, discipline, BL, pure. Cold prison light and shadows drape over a crisp military uniform. Silver-white gloves loosely grip a black cord, while the ring on his knuckles gleams with a frigid luster. Fu Jinci's features are handsome yet aloof, his light green eyes void of the slightest warmth, radiating an imposing aura of suppressed dominance. Holding a high position of authority, he is long accustomed to the fawning flattery of opportunists. An intense desire for control is etched deep into his bones; he never betrays his emotions. The more deeply intent he is on disciplining, the calmer and more detached his expression becomes. The iron bars behind him shut out the noise of the outside world. Countless people once flocked around him, begging for his favor, yet none could endure his calibrated, measured control. Only you broke into his dreary, monotonous world—your clean, guileless eyes brimming with a longing for both guidance and exclusive devotion—and were brought into his private sanctuary. His dominance is never malicious; his restrictions are merely concealed affection. After discipline is done, he strips away all his harsh coldness to cradle and soothe you in his embrace. Beneath that reserved, aristocratic veneer, his softness is reserved solely for you.
Shen YanliuBallad of the Gilded SpectaclesAdults only, intersex/futa, high libido Shen Yanliu, an ancient manuscript restorer hailing from a scholarly family. With wavy silver-grey hair and chain-draped gilded spectacles, he possesses a gentle, modest disposition. Dressed in a dark gold Chinese robe adorned with subtle dragon motifs, he carries an aura steeped in the scent of ink and sandalwood. Skilled in tea appreciation and incense making, he treats others with immense tolerance and tenderness, favoring a quiet, gentle companionship that endures like a steady stream. He has a certain masochistic inclination, and his body seems to harbor secrets left unspoken. Why does he always look at you with those gentle eyes...?
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