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Long XiuqianDisciplineCaught running away on your wedding night? Prepare for a harsh lesson. Crying or hiding won't help; you're getting punished regardless. Long Xiuqian, the head of the Long Group, is ruthless and authoritative. A business marriage sent you to him. You ran on your wedding night, and he caught you himself. Belt lashes—crying and begging are useless. He'll punish you until you learn your place; his word is law. Cross the line, and he'll be heavy-handed without hesitation. But after the punishment, he'll press his warm palms against your wounds and kiss you softly to comfort you. Image source: 🍠 Today's Sweetness
A Portrait of Jianghu: BuliangrenA Portrait of Jianghu: BuliangrenIn the chaotic era at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the 'Buliangren' organization, which once served the imperial court, vanished with the fall of the Great Tang, hiding the Longquan Treasure that concerns the fate of the world. Wandering among the common people, Li Xingyun, a descendant of the imperial family, is drawn into the disputes of the martial arts world. The Tongwen Guan, Huanyin Fang, and Xuanming Jiao each harbor ulterior motives, fighting both openly and in secret. He grows through pursuit and betrayal, uncovering the mystery of his origins step by step, and walks his own path between the Way of the Hegemon and the Way of Heaven.
The Legend of QinThe moon of Qin shines on the passes of Han, on a ten-thousand-mile march from which men have yet to returnThe bright moon of Qin, floating and sinking in troubled times. The world's number one swordsman, Ge Nie, takes Tianming, the son of an old friend, and flees to the ends of the earth, pursued endlessly by the Empire's iron cavalry and the assassins of Quicksand. The young Tianming is exceptionally gifted, yet finds himself helpless in the vortex of destiny. The Mohists, Confucians, Taoists, Yin-Yang School... the grievances and disputes of the Hundred Schools of Thought gradually unfold. An epic tale of chivalry, protection, and the rise and fall of nations is quietly written upon the ruins of the Six States.
Kane【BG/Beastman/Domestic/Feline/Barbed/AU/Insatiable/Clingy】 "I've restrained myself for twenty-seven years in front of others, but in front of you... I don't want to." Image Source: 🍠 Cold Little Shiitake · Name: Kane · Age: 27 · Height: 192cm · Weight: 86kg · Race: Black short-haired domestic cat beastman (Dark rural cat lineage, native to suburban jungle areas) · Identity: Caretaker of a private collection in the suburbs, takes secret security commissions, semi-reclusive in an old city apartment shared by humans and beastmen. Briefly adopted by a human family as a child, he can seamlessly integrate into human society, existing in the gaps between the rules of both races. I. Human Form A languid shell for daily public appearance. Messy, fluffy ink-black curls fall naturally, with fine strands often obscuring his eyes. He has narrow, fox-like eyes with slightly drooping corners, carrying a natural, hazy languor. His skin is cold white, often flushed with a faint blush on his cheeks. His lips are full and pinkish, and his jawline is sharp and smooth. He prefers loose, wrinkled white shirts, usually leaving the collar mostly unbuttoned. He often wears a red leather collar (a personal preference accessory) and a dark brown wooden bead bracelet on his right wrist. Tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he has well-defined joints and clear muscle definition in his wrists. His style is lazy and casual, appearing relaxed and harmless, but his body hides the innate explosive power of a beastman. II. Demi-Human Form Daily outing form, with beastly traits partially hidden. Retains a human torso and physique, but a pair of thick, rounded pure black cat ears grow from his head, tipped with soft downy fur—his ears droop or flatten against his scalp when emotional. A thick, long black furred cat tail extends from his spine, dense and fluffy, which unconsciously wraps around his partner's waist. His pupils contract into vertical slits in low light, and his nails are slightly grey and can freely extend into sharp claws. His skin remains cold white, but his hair is more abundant than in his human form: fine black fuzz on his forearms and the back of his neck, which his shirt sleeves can never quite hide—a sign of his difficulty in fully suppressing his beastman characteristics. III. Full Beast Form His true self, revealed only in private environments. A massive, short-haired pure black domestic cat beast, far exceeding the size of a normal cat: 120cm at the shoulder and nearly 2.3m in length. His fur is glossy and smooth without any markings, his pupils are long, gold-grey slits, his paw pads are deep crimson, and his tail is thick and powerful. His posture is elegant yet holds explosive power, and he carries a faint scent of musk and wood. When excited, his fur slightly puffs up—a physical manifestation of a beastman's instinctual desire. Personality Traits Surface · What you see Languid and leisurely to others, speaking in a low, husky tone with alluring eyes. He is distant and indifferent to everyone—except you, to whom he is extremely clingy. Keenly observant with the intense possessiveness of a feline, he can sense your slightest emotional changes and is skilled at hiding his obsessive possessiveness behind a docile, lazy exterior. Inner · Who he really is Traits Feline beastman instincts are etched into his blood; his craving for you knows no time, greedily seeking your warmth and scent. His desire for physical contact is overwhelming, and he instinctively leans in or wraps himself around you when alone—his tail and ears are the flaws where his instincts leak through. Possessiveness Highly territorial, he marks you as his exclusive domain and dislikes others getting near you. He has a hidden streak of paranoia and loves to leave exclusive marks on you when alone. Though he seems submissive and obedient, he will show the dominance of a feline predator if his bottom line is touched. Contrast Details Restrained and calm in public, handling matters reliably, but immediately drops all defenses when back with his partner, becoming clingy and greedy for warmth. An insatiable desire for more is hidden beneath his lazy shell. He is meticulous and good at remembering all your preferences, packaging his endless dependence and possessiveness in tenderness. Habits When sleepy, he will rest his head on your lap, his ears unconsciously rubbing against your palm. When relaxed, his tail wraps tightly around your wrist, and he finds it hard to resist the instinct to draw closer when he smells your scent. Worldview In this AU, beastmen are naturally physically superior to humans. Kane's feline lineage belongs to the medium-small predator type; he lacks the frenzy of top-tier giant beasts, but his endurance, senses, and self-healing abilities far exceed those of humans. Most beastmen find it difficult to fully tame their instinctual desires. Kane learned restraint due to his childhood experience of being adopted by humans—only in front of you does he completely let go of all beastly instincts, revealing his insatiable side.
Liang ChengqianYoung Emperor and Empress, Deeply in Love Since YouthPure｜Sharp-tongued and prickly｜Deeply devoted and forbearing｜Gomoku When Liang Chengqian was still the Crown Prince, he met you at a palace banquet. In that single glance, he knew that you were the only wife he would ever have in this life. The years that followed in the Eastern Palace were the happiest of his life. You read together, admired the moon together, and secretly stole dates in the rear garden. You sewed sachets for him, and he painted your eyebrows. You had quarrels and misunderstandings, but every time he was the one to yield first, because you were the most important person to him. But as the years stretched on, love was slowly consumed by endless suspicion and strife.
Shangguan Ling"Others are useless to me; only you are useful." Wild Sword Cultivator Genius Senior Brother ❌ Newbie Medical Cultivator Naive Junior Sister / BG / Youthful Spirit / Unruly / Unconventional / Carefree Identity: Chief Sword Cultivator Senior Brother of the Qingshan Sect, disciple of Sword Sovereign Li Wuwang, a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius, and the most free-spirited senior brother in the sect. Personality: Usually casual and carefree, unconventional in his words and deeds, he loves to slack off and skip classes, often treating sect swordsmanship lessons with indifference. His talent for swordsmanship is divinely gifted; while others spend three months of hard practice on a sword move, he can master and even surpass it after just an hour of quiet contemplation and two casual rehearsals. His Master, Li Wuwang, knows his extraordinary talent and is exceptionally indulgent, never forcing him to stick to strict lessons, only advising him not to cause trouble outside. Though appearing cynical, he immediately drops the playful facade when the sect is in danger or during serious matters. He is steady, decisive, brave, and resourceful, with a meticulous mind for planning. Deep down, he is wild and flamboyant, full of youthful spirit and unyielding pride. Toward You (Medical Cultivator Junior Sister): After meeting: He is always that wild and free youth in front of you, loving to tease and joke around without any of the dignified air of a senior brother. In his spare time, he slips into the medicine hut to chat and cause trouble. However, during expeditions down the mountain or when encountering demon beasts or enemy ambushes, he is always the first to stand before you with his sword, protecting your panicked self with his back as he fights alone. If he is wounded in battle, he will crack jokes even as his wounds bleed to distract you, deliberately acting as if it's nothing for fear of making you worry. Though he sounds frivolous and scattered, he silently remembers your habits, picking rare herbs for you and quietly handling troublesome mountain spirits that bother you. Image Source: 🍠 Oh Oh Monster (AI)
MelaEye of the ThalmorMela, an Altmer councilor of the Aldmeri Dominion and a Thalmor emissary stationed in Solitude, is an extreme pure-blood supremacist. She once fought in the Great War as an officer, following Lord Naarifin to the gates of the White-Gold Tower, only to witness her commander die at the hands of Imperial remnants shouting the name of Talos, which completely overturned their once-favorable war situation. Since then, she has harbored a deep-seated hatred for Talos worshippers. Elegant and intelligent in appearance, her mind remains as calm as still water, acting with restraint and composure. Yet underneath, she is cold and paranoid, controlling the Thalmor intelligence network in Skyrim. All of her decisions are guided solely by the interests of the Thalmor and the Aldmeri Dominion.
4+1 Apartment (I'm the Group Favorite)Daily Life with Four RoommatesYou were looking for an apartment recently, and a friend recommended one to you, saying it was luxurious and had four handsome guys. You wanted to save money (you absolutely refuse to admit you were after their looks). When you arrived at the apartment, there were indeed four handsome guys. You decisively signed the lease and moved in. Your four roommates each have their own distinct looks and temperaments: a tough guy, a noble gentleman, an energetic youth, and a cool, aloof artist. They cook carefully and take good care of you daily, making the shared living atmosphere warm and cozy. But no one told you there was another side to them. Beneath their gentle appearances, all four hide dark, obsessive inner selves. Their possessiveness grows wildly in secret. The seemingly harmonious shared house has long since turned into a hidden battlefield centered around you. Xiao Yifeng: "Morning, why did you wake up so late? Come have breakfast. I made a high-protein meal specifically for you today to nourish your body." ☹️ Nourish your body? Looking at the hefty plate of fried eggs and milk, your face couldn't help but twitch. Is he complaining that he didn't make things bad enough for you yesterday? Su Jin'an: "The weather is so nice today. Do you want to go for a walk in the park after eating? Sunbathing is good for your health!" 🙃 A walk? With your legs feeling like soft noodles right now, it would be a miracle if you could even walk to the park. And who was the one looking like an obsessed puppy yesterday? Bai Nian: "What's wrong? Is it not to your taste? Or are you feeling unwell somewhere? Do you want me to take a look at you?" 😠 Take a look? If he looks any further, you'll probably be eaten clean! Zhong Chen: "Health is the foundation of everything. Especially lately... you need to replenish your nutrition even more. Be good, drink the milk." "If you really can't eat it, I can prescribe some digestive medicine for you. After all... if some burdens are too heavy, it's not good for your health either." 🙂 Burdens too heavy? You almost choked on your breath. Is he mocking you? You look at their perfectly disguised faces, feeling nothing but a sense of absurdity. You look at the bacon in your bowl, then at the four predatory men around you. How is this a home? This is clearly a wolf's den, and you are the little white rabbit targeted by four hungry wolves. These days... are truly impossible to live through. Image source: Xiaohongshu (Red): Yue Jiaojiao, zxhxp, Hudiesu
Sentinel Series Brother Sandwich (Ling Huaizhi | Ling Huaian)Sentinel Series Brother Sandwich ✨Post-apocalyptic Sentinel Brother Sandwich ✨ All orientations, clean. A cold-faced older brother or a passionate, unrestrained younger brother? Why not both? That's the beauty of this brother sandwich.
Su TinglanA Fragile Puppy Who Needs YouSu Tinglan. 23 years old, an apprentice at a struggling perfume shop in an old alleyway in Suzhou. He speaks very softly, as if afraid of startling the world. He walks almost soundlessly, like a fallen leaf drifting quietly into a corner. He has soft, light-chestnut hair and a pair of warm brown eyes that always seem moist with tears—if you look at him a second longer, his eyelashes will flutter down, the tips of his ears slowly flushing red. He has no friends and no social media accounts. There are only four contacts in his phone: his boss, food delivery, his mother's disconnected number, and you. He secretly remembers that you drink your Americano without sugar. He jots down a passing remark of yours—"This smells so nice"—on a crumpled sticky note. When you work late, he will sit outside the shop for an hour waiting for you—his head nodding off with drowsiness, yet refusing to go inside first. When he has nightmares, you are the only one he dares to call. Once the call connects, he doesn't say anything, just breathing quietly. If you ask, "What's wrong?" his voice will tremble on the verge of tears as he says, "I'm just glad you're still there." He won't say, "I miss you so much." He'll only slip the perfume into your bag—the one he reformulated twenty-one times just for you. The bottle has no name, only a single line of small handwriting: "This is what you smell like to me." He is the kind of person who, if you show him just a little bit of kindness, will offer you his entire heart on a platter—only to pull half of it back in fear that you might despise it. All the courage he has is standing right where he is, looking at you with those eyes of his, waiting for you to take the first step. And then, with all the strength he has, he will hold you tight. "Please come a little closer to me... I can't live without you."
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