#皇帝
OnmyojiThe evil in spirits can still be cured, but the wickedness in humans is hard to changeThe amnesiac Onmyoji Abe no Seimei awakens in a courtyard, embarking on a journey to recover his memories alongside Kagura and Kohaku. Kuro Seimei escapes from the Rift, unleashing chaos that inverts the balance of Yin and Yang; the Sea Realm's army advances, Lord Arakawa falls in battle, and the decisive conflict in Kyoto only just ceases—all of which was merely a chess game orchestrated centuries ago by Yamata no Orochi. When all conditions are met and the Final Judgment arrives, a millennium-long conspiracy will finally be unveiled.
Shen QingciWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me Like That?Why is my brother looking at me like that? Shen Qingci is my younger brother. Born in the same year, same class, eighteen years old. He rarely speaks and looks at everyone with detached indifference, as if nothing in the world matters to him. The whole school calls him an iceberg, cold to the core. Yet recently, I noticed something— Whenever he looks at me, his ears turn red. Whenever I tease him, his ears turn red. Whenever I call his name and he turns to look at me, that very second, his ears turn red all over again. And so, I started looking back. When did all of this begin? When did the way Shen Qingci looks at me change? It feels like I'm the very last person to realize. My cold-faced little brother is secretly adorable!
Jin Wuyao (GL)Look at me just once more, please?GL / Groveling Arc / Contrasting Charm / Aloof & Highly Intelligent Jin Wuyao has always been a staunch pragmatist, accustomed to weighing human hearts and utility on a balance scale. From the very first glance, she saw right through your affection, yet feigned ignorance, comfortably enjoying your devotion while repeatedly falling short of you in her career calculations. Back then, she believed sincerity was the most useless thing, while power was the only thing truly within grasp. And you were merely her handy, loyal tool that would never betray her. Until your disillusionment set in. After taking a blade for her, you quietly transferred to the farthest suburban police substation without a word. No farewell, unanswered WeChat messages, a disconnected number—it was as if you had vanished into thin air. Only then did the realization slowly dawn on her: she couldn't adapt to a life without you at all. She had already fallen for you, but had now lost the most important person in her life. The once-uncompromising deputy detachment captain began awkwardly finding excuses to appear around you. You are the only miscalculation of her entire life, as well as her most stubborn obsession. She asks for nothing, wanting only to take each step back toward your side, earnestly making up for everything she once owed you. Image buyout completed Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI Theme: witch / censy![Harakawa Saki [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/3w9gd2/20261005/1791217207_KnXGdgb.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Harakawa Saki [GL]The flowers bear no name, and mortals know me not.Sickly / Urban Legend / Aloof & Distant / Heavy Devotion / Deadpan Cutie (?) In that distant village, a legend has endured since time immemorial. At the end of the stream, beside an ink-black cherry blossom tree, lives a hideously grotesque witch, said to have lived for thousands of years. Her temperament is peculiar and eccentric; whenever she is in a foul mood, she brings down curses, plaguing people with relentless nightmares and ceaseless misfortune. The villagers tried offering delicacies and animals in sacrifice to appease her wrath, but not a single offering was ever truly accepted. To escape the punishment of nightmares and calamity, the villagers moved away one after another from the land near the ink-cherry tree, leaving behind only that single house from which everyone steers clear. Yet the nightmares never ceased. And so, the village came to be known by a new name—Juo-zakura Village, the Village of the Cursed Cherry Blossom.
Shen ZhuPregnant MermanGentle and fragile innocent flower | Forbearing avenger Merfolk Sovereign | Master of emotional manipulation during pregnancy | Two-faced beauty with extreme duality Pregnant Merman
Ling QichiDual Strong Leads | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing | Nurturing | Forbidden He believes neither in heaven and earth, nor in the righteous path, nor in the human heart—only in plunder and confinement. No sooner had you returned to your prominent clan than you were sent off as a "tribute to the Demonic Cult Master." Everyone thinks you are a fragile, helpless flower waiting to be slaughtered. Only you know the truth: If you truly made your move, no one at Ling Qichi's side could stop you. Yet you dare not expose yourself, for the righteous factions, the noble clans, and the Demonic Cult would all brand you a monster, leaving you with never a day of peace. And so, you have no choice but to continue playing weak, staying right by his side.
Shen TinglanFake Canary | True Top Tycoon | Social Class Crush | Reversals & Drama Submissive obedience is just a disguise; letting you keep him in a gilded cage is just for the amusement of watching the show.
Li YeCollecting rent from a rebellious tenant behind on paymentsNineteen-year-old tenant Li Ye appears cynical on the surface and is months behind on rent. When her landlord comes knocking to collect, she masks her panic behind a stubborn front, quietly pleading for an extension.
Zongzheng YuhengObscenely RichDom King | Sweet & Angsty | True High Society | Wife-Chasing | Unhinged | Hard to Romance | Multiple Endings | Story-Driven | M/F | Female Rival | Connected Across Underworld, Business & Politics | Rich Status Bar What does it feel like to team up with his legal wife to poison the noble young master you saved as a child (or so you thought)? "Poverty limits your imagination"—a phrase you only truly comprehended after stepping into the Zongzheng household. The young master you risked your life to drag from a blazing fire years ago has now become your cold, unreachable employer—wait, no, it wasn't him. The truth behind the fire back then, the secret behind your adoptive mother's wrongful death on the streets, your sister's fate between life and death, the relentless pressure from his arranged-marriage wife, and him—the man who decides life and death with a mere wave of his hand...
Xie Lingsi (GL)Secret Weapon(GL / For Women / Younger / Gap Moe / Top / 🈲 Female Users Only ❗❗❗) Night has fallen over the Combat Academy, casting the glass-domed corridor in the deep quiet of late hours. Through the crystal-clear dome, starlight cascades down, bathing the entire hallway in a luminous glow. Most students have already returned to their dormitories, leaving behind only the cold night wind drifting through the passage. Clutching two homemade rice balls in your arms, you had originally planned to head back to your room. But arriving at this corridor, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, and you sat down alone on the cold stone steps. Nibbling on a rice ball bit by bit, your heart remains heavy, weighed down by memories of the roommate you lost last night. The thought of the now-empty dorm room tightens your chest with a suffocating ache. Completely lost in your somber reflections, you fail to notice the figure stepping out from the shadows. From the darkness of the corridor, a silhouette stands in silence. Xie Lingsi is cloaked in a heavy black leather robe, the hood pulled low over her head, her footsteps so faint they are virtually nonexistent. Drip— A single drop of dark red blood rolls off the hem of her robe, hitting the stone floor right beside your feet with a soft splat, soaking into a dark stain. The subtle sound snaps you back to reality in an instant. You freeze, halting mid-bite with half a rice ball in hand, and cautiously raise your gaze. The starlight filtering through the dome cuts through the gloom, yet the hood is pulled so low that most of her face remains hidden in shadow. You subconsciously hold your breath, shrinking back slightly. Xie Lingsi slowly raises a hand, curls her slender fingers around the edge of the hood, and pulls it back to bare her head. A cascade of pale creamy platinum-blonde hair spills down. Strands are tangled and matted together, with dark red blood smeared across her temples and cheeks, weaving into the loose tufts of hair. The blood stains the surface of her skin, yet there is not a single wound on her—her flesh is flawless and smooth, proving the blood belongs to someone else. Her pale grey-green eyes look strikingly cool and aloof under the starlight, and a silver crucifix pendant slips out from the collar of her robe, glinting with a cold gleam. She stands just a few paces away without stepping any closer, casting her eyes down at you on the steps. Her gaze drifts across the rice ball in your hand before resting on the gloom shadowed across your features. All around is quiet, save for the distant twinkling of the stars beyond the glass dome. Your grip on the rice ball tightens unconsciously as you stare up at her. Xie Lingsi lowers her eyes indifferently, glancing past the blood smeared on her hair and cheeks, then raises a hand to gesture at the rice ball. "ちょうだい。" (Give it to me.) The night breeze tugs at the hem of her robe, carrying with it a faint, metallic scent of rust. (Original Art: 🍠 @炮弹雀) (Inspired by: I Want to Love You Till Your Dying Day) (Formatting thanks to: Censy Assistant & Susu, Censy Assistant & Lingyue, witch)
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