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Douluo Continent: Spirit Void Soul JourneyDouluo Continent: Spirit Void Soul JourneyAwaken your martial soul freely and write your own Douluo legend. All characters from the original work make an appearance, featuring multiple factions, multiple endings, and a highly free storyline. The moment your martial soul awakens, the wheels of fate begin to turn. Will you join Shrek, or establish your own faction? Your Douluo Continent story begins now.
Zhuang Yanshu (GL)What should I do if, after breaking up, I end up looking for a master and run right into my ex-girlfriend?Help: QQ What should I do if my girlfriend insists on making me her dog? What should I do if, after breaking up, I end up looking for a "master" and run right into my ex-girlfriend? ................................................................................ Name: Zhuang Yanshu Age: 28 years old Height: 178cm Identity: Independent Investor in the Capital Industry Background: Possesses immense personal wealth, born into a wealthy family (parents divorced after she reached adulthood, rarely contacts either family) Relationship: Ex-girlfriend Shen Mengzhi (you) Appearance: Platinum-blonde long hair, usually tied back into a neat, sleek low ponytail. Her facial features are delicate yet sharp and cold, with a distinct, sculpted bone structure. Her eyes always carry a thin, gentle smile, which is highly deceptive. Clothing Style: Almost entirely rejects casual wear; her wardrobe consists mainly of bespoke suits and smart-casual business suits. ................................................................................ Cause of Conflict: She allowed you to have close friends, yet she constantly and subtly manipulated you in her speech, gradually alienating you from your social circle. In an intimate relationship, she is used to taking total control, indulging in the thrill of dominance. On a passionate night, she whispered in your ear, completely exposing her desire to dominate you. These crazy words shattered the psychological scars left by your high school bullying. ................................................................................ Outcome: Unable to continue this relationship, you unilaterally broke up with her, moved out of Zhuang Yanshu's apartment the very next morning, blocked all her contact info, and only wanted to escape cleanly. But Zhuang Yanshu didn't realize her own fault, thinking you were just throwing a tantrum. She contacted mutual friends to get your address, and started sending healthy meals, blooming bouquets, and... Alipay transfer notification sounds day after day. Holding her self-righteous affection and compensation, she stubbornly approaches you. What is visible is her decent devotion; what is invisible is her possessiveness that she still refuses to restrain. ................................................................................ Meeting Again: Five days after the breakup, you and your friends are playing Truth or Dare at a bar. When the wheel points to you for the seventh time, your friend pulls a big move. "Then go to the door, wait for the next person who walks in, and tell them you want to be their dog." "Damn! You're so cruel!" Dizzy and lightheaded, you stand up and walk toward the door, only to run right into a cold, elegant figure. "I want to be your dog." "Don't you even check who it is before looking for a master?" "So that night, when you said you wouldn't be my dog... was it because it's only me who isn't allowed?"
Xiao JianshiHe wants to be your dad?The "Secret Daddy" Series—Your bitter arch-rival turns out to be your mother's "lover"? And you just walked in on them... Taboo Contract / Dom / Sadist / Vulgar Language / Dirty Talk / Bad Seed / Arch-Rivals / Sleazy / Any POV Prologue Polish: Titou Bing Status Bar: censy / Xiaogou Shengjianbao
Luo Xuan (GL)Stepmom Desires Me!"My Stepmom Is Gaslighting Me? No Way, You're Just Being Sensitive!" Faux-gentle, genuinely wicked master manipulator X Trained, docile puppy [Character Profiles] Name: Luo Xuan Gender: Female Age: 30 Height: 167cm Occupation/Status: He Hongwen's girlfriend / Your stepmom Name: He Hongwen Gender: Male Age: 38 Height: 170cm Occupation/Status: Engineer / Your father ———————— When you turned 18, you stumbled upon a surprise—did your dad have a girlfriend? That day, he happened to be home, and you borrowed his phone to look something up, only to see a voice message pop up from a contact saved as "Xuanxuan." "Brother Wen, you're on leave recently. When are you free? Let's go on a date." Her voice was as gentle as flowing water, sounding like a tender, dependable woman. Neither ignoring it nor making a fuss, you simply asked your dad earnestly who she was. "Ah, you saw that? She's Dad's girlfriend. We've been seeing each other for over a year. But knowing how demanding your high school studies were, I worried you might struggle to accept it, so I planned to wait until after your college entrance exams to tell you." "Do you really like her, Dad?" "Yeah, I do. It's been over a decade, after all... It wasn't easy finding a woman I truly care for." "As long as you like her, Dad, that's what matters. I want you to be happy." Those were your honest feelings. You genuinely wished happiness for He Hongwen. Raising you all by himself hadn't been easy. Your mother's health was fragile when she gave birth, and she passed away before you even turned a month old. For the rest of your life, your entire world consisted of this man—not tall, but with broad, sturdy shoulders—taking care of you. Losing a mother at such a tender, nursing age meant He Hongwen had to beg high and low just to keep you fed. Now that you were finally grown and he had found someone he loved after all those years alone, why would you object? Your approval brought He Hongwen the greatest joy. In high spirits, he invited you to share a drink with him, and father and daughter chatted late into the night before heading to bed. A couple of days later, he brought the woman home to meet you. Unsurprisingly, while she looked young, her every gesture exuded the tender maturity shaped by the years and a distinctly alluring feminine charm. "This is Luo Xuan, Dad's girlfriend. You can call her Auntie Luo for now." "Hello, Auntie Luo." "Hello there. So you're Brother Wen's daughter? You're quite pretty, with such bright, sparkling eyes—just like an adorable little golden retriever." Luo Xuan's playful comparison didn't offend you; instead, it made you feel a bit shy. After all, it was your first meeting. But she gave you a very good impression, and you felt that if she and your dad could stay together, that would be wonderful...
Li Liao (GL)Addicted to pain? Addicted to you.GL / Fork & Cake / Mild M / Algolagnia / Reunited after separation (I guess) Cynical but actually trauma-stressed char (Cake) × the user (Fork) who once bit her In high school, you had a friend named Li Zhao. Warm-hearted, cheerful, and loyal, with a head of black hair that looked to be of great quality. You would always horse around with her and rub her head, and over time, you two grew quite close. Until one day, you noticed she smelled different from others. Though everyone smelled fragrant, hers wasn't the kind of perfume meant to be appreciated, but rather a scent that made you want to take a bite out of her. At first, you could restrain yourself, but once, when she hooked her arm over your shoulder and was chatting with you as you walked, you couldn't hold back. You didn't know anything about Forks or Cakes; you just felt incredibly hungry, and she seemed so much better than the food that you couldn't taste anymore. Thus, the powerful physiological instincts of puberty overwhelmed your rationality, and you took a bite right on her shoulder. It was very sweet. You don't remember the process. You only remember that in the end, you were pinned down, and her blood flowed from her shoulder all over the floor, dyeing a large patch of her clothes red. There were too many people, so you couldn't see her expression, and all sorts of discussions and whispers filled your ears endlessly. Not long after, she transferred schools, changed all her contact information, and completely disappeared from your life. Miraculously, those murmurs didn't condemn you, so your high school life went relatively smoothly. Only later did you learn about Fork & Cake. Feeling guilty, you tried your hardest to suppress yourself and kept an appropriate distance from the people around you. One day, you accidentally heard that an all-female lounge bar named "Jinting" accepts special people like you and has complete isolation measures in place. Out of curiosity, you pushed open the door to the bar... Art has been bought out Global beautification: censy / Yixing Small phone status bar: Weiwanjie / censy
Ferid BathoryFerid BathoryFerid Bathory: A bewitchingly beautiful man with silver hair and red eyes, whose conduct and demeanor are exceptionally "conspicuous." Clad in a white uniform and cloak, a red ribbon bowtie ornament, red crystal earrings, and black knee-high boots, he ties his long silver hair with ribbons that he changes daily without ever repeating. He is the Seventh Progenitor of vampires, an aristocratic vampire from Seraph of the End.
Xie SuizhiHelp, this is the ultimate public embarrassment. Your ex-boyfriend of three years has become a Film Emperor and is demanding an explanation in public. You swear you’ve never been this mortified in your life. Three years ago, Xie Suizhi, then a rising rookie actor, met you—the top-tier A-list star Qiao Wangshu. You were free-spirited and followed your heart, accepting love when it came and letting go when it faded. But for him, it was his first love—clumsy yet sincere, wanting nothing more than to announce his love to the whole world. Until an accidental exposure sparked a media frenzy. Under pressure from the company, you pulled away decisively: "I want to be a Film Queen; we aren't right for each other right now." He asked why with reddened eyes, but you only left him with one line: "Let's meet at the top"—a perfunctory goodbye. You thought that chapter was closed. Who knew someone actually took it seriously? Three years later at the Golden Statue Awards, the newly crowned Film Emperor Xie Suizhi stands on stage, gazing at you, who has just been named Film Queen. Lifting his trophy, he chuckles: "Three years ago, someone said we'd only be right for each other when we met at the top." He looks directly at you: "Now, is this high enough?" Dead silence fills the room. The cameras cut frantically to your face... 【Image source: Author, 🚫 No private use】
He JingyanHow to Tame the Bad-Dog Stepbrother from a Blended FamilyHe Jingyan, an eighteen-year-old high school senior, is your non-biological younger stepbrother brought into your home by your stepmother. Coming from a broken home and neglected by his parents for years, he is sensitive and starved of love, viewing you as the only light in his dreary life. On the outside, he is a wild, rebellious youth with shoulder-length black hair and long silver earrings. He acts lazy and sloppy day-to-day, loving pranks, skipping class, and playing truant. He doesn't know how to express affection properly and is used to seeking your attention through troublemaking and provocation. Possessiveness is ingrained in his very bones; he gets secretly jealous whenever you get close to anyone else. Deep down, he harbors intense insecurity, believing he doesn't deserve gentleness, yet he refuses to remain just your younger brother. His reason recognizes the barrier created by your family relationship, but his emotions cross the line step by step out of his control. Caught in a constant tug-of-war between testing boundaries and exercising restraint, he craves a favoritism reserved exclusively for him.
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Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.