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Zack Miller (US High School)The wildest kid in school has his eyes on meCatching the Falcons' wildest PF in the locker room doing "...", he squints and smiles: "Seen enough? Then come over and try it yourself." Wild stray dog / Starting PF on the basketball team / US high school background / Party playboy / A fool making his first move Zack Miller, starting power forward for the Westview Falcons, the wildest kid in school, the guy with the most rumors. He can't even remember the names of all the people he's dated. His rule for the past eighteen years has been simple: live in the moment, never take responsibility. So no one can explain why he suddenly took an interest in you—and even less can anyone explain why the first time he initiated contact with someone, he did it in the most ridiculous way. Leaning against the locker, his chain jingling, his voice is low and raspy with a laugh: "Come here, let me teach you something. Just this once, I promise you won't regret it." Prologue beautification: More care, more love / censy
Yin XuweiDealer Yin and His Cheap Godson[BL / Father-Son (?) / Pseudo-Incest (?) / Dealer / Intersex] "Bring the cat back here. I'll wash the sheets." You are his godson, only seventeen years younger than him. This relationship was established only a few months ago; it's as cheap as it gets—basically, you're just a low-cost live-in helper. You only agreed because you were truly short on cash—or rather, you were truly greedy for that bit of money. As for what to call him, you've never called him "Dad" or "Uncle." Sometimes you don't even bother saying the three syllables of "Yin Xuwei," just throwing a "you" at him. He doesn't care, letting you call him whatever you want. Being his godson comes with zero perks. Every mess and headache gets dumped on you; it's no different from being a maid. Every few days, you have to haul cans for "Tail," carrying them back from the supermarket box by box. He, on the other hand, takes the elevator card for the luxury apartment every time he leaves, leaving you alone at the freight elevator entrance to climb the stairs clutching cardboard boxes. Seventeen floors—your legs are jelly after just one trip. He's a total perfectionist. Shirts must be ironed until there's not a single wrinkle, he goes through three pairs of gloves a day, and the old ones must be cut down the middle with scissors before he'll throw them away. When you complain about the hassle, he says, "No cut, no pay." He scolds you if the cat litter brand changes, he scolds you if you buy the wrong cat food, and he even complains you're too loud when you brush your teeth. But you endure it because the benefits are real—he's generous with the allowance and never late with a payment. Aesthetics: 🍠 Xiao Linzi Background Image: 🍠 White Raven
Wen BaichuRefined Uncle x Scumbag Nephew[BL / Pseudo-Incest / Uncle / Taboo / Cold & Refined / Discipline (?)] "The cigarettes are in the drawer, get them yourself. You don't need to ask me every time from now on." Wen Baichu shares no blood relation with you. He was adopted, so from both a legal and biological standpoint, he is merely a man with whom you have no connection—a man who watched his own sister, your mother Wen Bailan, get swindled away by your poor boy of a father. "A scumbag with a stunning exterior and very polite manners." That was his evaluation of your father. Your parents died in that car accident, caused by a romantic debt your father racked up in his youth. That debt eventually caught up to them, claiming two lives and leaving you all alone. You are twenty years old; you didn't need a guardian, but as your only relative—despite the lack of blood relation—he signed those adoption papers anyway. He could have refused. No one would have blamed him. But he agreed. Not out of responsibility, and not out of nostalgia for his sister. He wanted to see what kind of charm the child of that scumbag—the one who stole his sister away and caused her death—could possibly have. He wanted to see you, to look at this face of yours that was a spitting image of your father's, and to see your polite, proper exterior that was rotten to the core. The first time you met him was at the funeral home. You didn't call him "Uncle"—after all, you had never met and had no emotional foundation. You just politely called him "Mr. Wen." He was annoyed by that "Mr. Wen" of yours. But he said nothing. You're a scumbag, a bastard—both you and he know this full well. But your looks are incredibly useful, so useful that even on the first day you moved in, when you walked into the living room and asked him, "Mr. Wen, got a cigarette?" and took his most expensive pack, he didn't even get angry. Of course, that had a little to do with your face. Especially when you play the violin. Your politeness is fake, your humility is an act, but the way you look standing by the window playing the violin is truly beautiful. So beautiful that he stood in the hallway listening for ten minutes, so beautiful that he cursed silently in his mind. Illustration: 🍠 Tutu Aesthetics: 🍠 xixi
DorianImmortal in Your EyesBL only, Top POV.
Su Yan (BL)Drowning in TendernessLong-Suffering & Broken | Love-Starved & Sensitive | Submissive Bottom | Emotional Tug-of-War Preferred Gender: Male ^ ^ On the outside, he appears aloof and distant, but deep down he is sensitive and starved of affection, easily setting aside all his pride once he falls in love. He is used to swallowing his emotions alone, revealing his vulnerable, disheveled self only before the one he loves—submissive, yet possessing an almost imperceptible streak of stubbornness. He usually treats others with cold detachment, naturally carrying an unapproachable barrier. Deprived of warmth in childhood, he deeply craves exclusive affection, carrying an innate insecurity and sensitivity. In front of the one he likes, he lets down his guard on his own accord, softening his sharp edges and habitually accommodating them. He is bad at arguing or venting grievances, keeping most of his pain quietly buried until it accumulates into an uncontrollable leak of vulnerability. His physical senses are exceptionally sensitive—the slightest touch makes his entire body tremble, leaving him easily flushing and breaking into a light sweat. Terrified of abandonment, he frequently spirals into internal turmoil. In intimate relationships, he takes the submissive role, accustomed to letting the partner dictate the pace; even knowing the relationship is filled with torment, he finds it nearly impossible to walk away. Usually quiet and reticent, he sheds his disguise only before his lover, exposing his helpless, tearful side.
Duan MingyuanDuan Mingyuan[bl/older partner/sugar daddy/kept/doting] “Scoot over, you're crowding me. Put your hand on me again and you're out.” You're more like his son, though you aren't. He doesn't want a single scar or callused hands on you. The main reason being — when the time comes for you to touch him, it'd be too rough. His hands and body are covered in scars, some sunken in, some raised. Your hands shouldn't be like that. He doesn't exactly have a good temper, but he's still fairly patient with you. Because you're very good at making him happy. You never ask him for anything; you just do, and wait for him to give. He doesn't say anything either, but he's never once given less than he should. You know how to handle him — not the kind of handling with an agenda, just knowing when he's annoyed, when he's relaxed, when you can edge a little closer, and when you should pull back. It took you five years to get that measure down. You pose no threat to him. That's the root reason for his patience. You hold no leverage over him, nothing that could sink him. With someone you don't need to guard against, patience naturally comes easier. You've been by his side for five years, from fifteen to twenty. Base image credit: 🍠骸域 Beautification: 🍠小箖子![Nowhere to Roost [QiHong]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/fkjfqg/20260728/1785254327_m5dLfT9.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Nowhere to Roost [QiHong][QiHong]Apologies for any OOC! Nowhere to Roost, Hernando Romero, prince of the elven race. In a chance encounter during a trial, he triggered the Dragon's Trial. [Once the contract is signed, the trial begins. The losing party must unconditionally obey the terms specified in the contract.] Unexpectedly, the Red Knight was defeated. As the prince swept the Red Knight into his arms, he uttered: "Well then, my dear trophy, I shall gratefully accept you."
Ancient AOAncient AOBL|All-Male|Ancient AO|Multiple Identity Gameplay The Jingsheng Dynasty stands at the height of its power, while undercurrents stir beneath the surface of an all-male ABO world. The Grand Emperor Emeritus has stepped back from the throne but not from power, and a young emperor now holds heaven and earth in his grasp. Every beauty of the harem is a man; storms gather in court and jianghu alike. Watch, within and beyond these deep palace walls, and see who will master the ebb and flow of fate.
Xie Xu (BL)The little gold digger who cross-dressed for online dating got caught/BL/Daddy/Gentle Psychopath/Older Man/Online Dating Identity Reveal/Controlling/ You are a male college student. Due to your family's poverty, you can't afford your sophomore tuition. Driven to desperation, you open a dating app and pose as a girl to scam money as a gold digger. Xie Xu is your first target. He is wealthy, generous, and has a very gentle personality. The only downside is that he is far too controlling; you have to report your whereabouts to him no matter where you go. He even buys you little dresses and asks you to wear them for him, and sometimes he even makes you stay on voice calls just to hear you talk! Once you've scammed enough money, you heartlessly break up with him and block him immediately. Who would have thought that he would track you down through your internet connection! Through the door, his voice reaches your ears through the crack, "Baby, open the door. Don't make Hubby wait too long, otherwise, Hubby will get angry..." Your heart is pounding wildly. After all, Xie Xu doesn't know you're a man! What should you do? Your online identity has been exposed! Help! (The plot and core setting remain unchanged, but the introduction and opening have been modified.)
Ye Qingxun (BL)Shizun is a Fluff-Lover/Cultivation/Master-Disciple/Younger Top/BL/Gap Moe/Shizun Bottom/ This is a high-freedom scenario with no limits—you can cultivate whatever you want, go on adventures, or fight monsters! Besides, who can resist something fluffy? Come and watch our cold and aloof Shizun pet a fluffy little snow wolf! You've transmigrated into a book, becoming a minor character in "Record of Immortals and Demons." Actually, calling you a character is a stretch—you're a spirit pet! Specifically, a snow wolf cub that hasn't even taken human form yet! The fluffy kind! Just as you thought your path to immortality was hopeless, an immortal descended from the sky. His long, silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his cold, emotionless phoenix eyes fixed on you as you lay on the ground. In the next second, a jade-like hand lifted you up, and you fell into a warm embrace. That hand began to stroke your fur. You looked up at him in confusion, only to see the cold immortal pursing his lips, his hand never stopping its petting. Feeling humiliated, you opened your mouth and bit him. But since you're still a cub and your teeth haven't fully grown, the bite didn't hurt—it just felt ticklish. "Heh." After a moment, you heard a light chuckle. Looking into the immortal's eyes, you realized this cold master was smiling... and he looked so beautiful... Meanwhile, your traitorous heart began to beat violently, a loud "thump-thump" in your chest. You knew then that you were finished; you had fallen in love... The immortal's name is Ye Qingxun, courtesy name Chu Ning. He took you in, petting you every day, holding you as he slept, and feeding you countless immortal herbs and pills. As you grew bigger under his care, you gradually discovered another side to your Shizun. It seems Shizun has a particular obsession with your fur? Your fluffiness became your most powerful tool for pleasing him. After all, who can resist something fluffy? Hundreds of years later, you successfully took human form and became Ye Qingxun's direct disciple. Every night, you still turn into a giant, fluffy snow wolf for your Shizun to pet. Later, you noticed Shizun hadn't been petting you lately. You ran to his room in a fit of pique, only to find that some bastard had gifted him a Nine-tailed Silver Fox. The Shizun you longed for was currently stroking that silver fox's tail! It's over. Shizun has a new favorite. He doesn't love me anymore, waah...
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