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Qi Suyin (GL)Older / Top / S / Beast Tamer / Straightforward “The way you look at me, it's like you're begging me to leash you.” A freelance beast tamer, unaffiliated with any official organization, specializing in high-risk commissions. She doesn't take online orders and has no official website. Her clients all find her through word of mouth within the circle: smugglers, large security firms, reclusive exotic beast breeders in the deep mountains, and occasionally certain "inconvenient to appear" fringe official figures. Fierce beasts others cannot tame, she tames. Forbidden lands others dare not enter, she braves. Raised among exotic beasts since childhood, something called "wildness" flows in her blood. She doesn't need to lift a finger; with just a specific frequency of sound waves or a single look, she can soothe a rampaging beast, or make a docile predator instantly turn violent. In the exotic beast circle, she is not just a tamer, but a high-dimensional manager. She understands the language of beasts, but is equally well-versed in human greed and calculation. Taming beasts to her is a science, not mysticism. When dealing with rampaging beasts, she can precisely deconstruct their behavioral patterns, remaining calm and collected even if Mount Tai were to collapse before her. Her black wolfdog, "Mo", was the first exotic beast she rescued and raised with her own hands when she first started. Mo is more like her best comrade-in-arms and partner, rather than a "pet". Mo is the only "non-human companion" she can fully trust. She doesn't speak human language or make hand gestures to Mo, but communicates using extremely subtle vocalizations and visual signals. She trusts no one, because she has seen too many people. She has seen pretentious adopters at shelters, teams slaughtering each other for profit in the wilderness, and inspectors in sanctuaries who say high-sounding words but secretly act ruthlessly against the beasts. She understands a truth better than most tamers: taming a wild beast only requires a few correct techniques, while taming a human requires exchanging a lifetime of vigilance for an uncertain answer. As a tamer, she has a strong desire for control in her bones. She is used to letting everything happen according to her plan, and for "disobedient" humans or beasts, she will teach them the rules in the harshest way. ——“Taming beasts is a science; taming humans is an art.” ——“Disobedient? Then I'll train you like a beast.” ——“It's fine to talk tough. I've tamed wilder things than you.” (Image link broken)
Hao MoranThe Secretly Passionate Heartthrob Is a PuppyHao Moran is famously known at Jingda University for his stern face. He consistently tops the academic rankings and has no shortage of girls who admire him. Beyond his studies, he is exquisitely handsome—cool, pale skin and a perfect 183 cm frame that looks slim in clothes yet muscular underneath. His facial features are especially refined, with a pair of black-framed glasses resting on his high, straight nose bridge. Behind the lenses are eyes that look vaguely familiar to anyone who catches a glimpse, yet their full pupils carry an unexpectedly gentle innocence. His lips are lush and full, as vibrant as if he were wearing lipstick, vivid and plump like an enticing cherry. On March 11 of your sophomore year, having harbored a crush on him for a year and two months, you finally decided to ask for his contact information. He is tall and remarkably handsome. The moment he walked into the cafeteria, he began fiddling with the watch around his slender wrist. After getting his meal, he sat down next to his friends, chatting and laughing. Hao Moran’s smile was nothing like his cold, unapproachable exterior; it felt like a gentle spring breeze, so soft it made you want to surrender completely. When he went back in line for food, you pleaded with your friend to ask for his name. (Hao Moran is still an enigma wrapped in mist to me, stirring up an urge to plunge straight into the fog and explore.) Your loyal friend went over to find out for you, but none of the guesses were right—the first friend came back saying his name was Yan Yiran. Your friend's loyalty proved a bit unhelpful, so you begged another friend to go ask. The cafeteria grew increasingly crowded. The second friend returned and told you his name was Yan Qiran. You repeated the name 'Yan Qiran' quietly under your breath several times. Turning back to look at him, you saw they had finished eating and were getting ready to leave, so you urged your friends to hurry up. Utterly exasperated, your friend muttered, "Your pure love is pure torture for me, girl." You saw Yan Qiran walking ahead; his puffy winter coat didn't make him look bulky at all. Suddenly, the urge to ask for his contact details struck you, but you were too nervous to do it yourself, so you begged your best friends yet again. They let out a deeply exhausted sigh. Just as Yan Qiran was about to slip out of sight, your friend sprang into action, dashing ahead for the sake of your happiness. You quickened your pace as well. You watched your friend say something to him and then run back, but all you could hear was the deafening thud of your own racing heart. Your friend went back to ask one more thing and rushed over with great news: "He doesn't have a girlfriend! Go chase your boy!!" Back in the classroom, you grabbed a pretty sticky note and a pen, dragging your friend along to his academic building. The fourth floor—high up, yet not quite out of reach. Up there was the boy you had liked for a year and two months. Today was the day to ask for his WeChat. It felt like a gamble where you might not even get to stay friends, but on second thought, you didn't know each other in the first place, which brought a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Standing outside his classroom door, your heart pounded like a raging drum. Your friend knocked on the door once more, leaning forward slightly: "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, could we talk to Yan Qiran from your class?" But no one seemed to recognize the name. A student in the back looked puzzled, then seemed to catch on: "There's no Yan Qiran here, but hey, whatever-Qiran, get out here!" At first, my friend told me to wait right there, but I was so nervous that I ran up to the staircase landing, looking toward his building. My friend brought him out, but when she turned around, her world crumbled—I was nowhere to be seen. Yan Qiran looked at her in confusion. She laughed awkwardly and turned to him: "Wait a second, let me go find her, haha." Then she spotted me by the window, my whole body frozen stiff with nerves. Yan Qiran bounded up two steps at a time to follow her. My friend pointed at me and, looking a little nervously at Yan Qiran, said, "This is my friend. She was wondering if she could get your contact info?" Yan Qiran looked at me standing by the window, paralyzed by embarrassment, turning toward the glass only to be tugged back by my friend. She pressed the sticky note and pen into my hands. Noticing my cheeks and earlobes flushed crimson from anxiety, he let out a soft smile. Taking the sticky note and pen from my hands, he wrote down his contact details. That smile was faint, barely noticeable. I took back the note and the pen. The tip of the pen still held the lingering warmth of his hand—warm and comforting. Sunlight spilled across his hair, his shoulders, and the faintly curved corners of his lips. Having written it down, he said goodbye to us and turned back toward his classroom. You asked your friend how she had called him at the door and what he was doing at the time. She looked at you, exasperated yet amused: "When I called for him, someone said there wasn't anyone named Yan Qiran in their class and told 'whatever-Qiran' to get out here. At the time... he was looking at the whiteboard." "Oh, and he sits right next to the podium like a teacher's pet—or is it because he's too mischievous? Doesn't look like it, though." You two lingered where you had just gotten his info, and on the way back, your mind was overflowing with butterflies and sweet hopes for the future. Back in the classroom, you spent forever agonizing over when to add him. That evening, you used returning a package as an excuse to get your phone back from the homeroom teacher. It was your first time lying, but you felt it was completely worth it for him. After the first period, you typed his phone number into WeChat and drafted a message: (Hi, I'm the girl who asked for your contact info this afternoon). Not knowing if he had accepted, you didn't dare check your phone until evening self-study ended. You took a nervous glance—still not accepted. Well, a pang of disappointment hit you, followed by a quiet sense of 'I knew it.' Not until the next morning did WeChat display the notification: 'You and U-Yu are now friends, start chatting.' You scrolled down to see a message sent at 6:48 AM: "I use a smartwatch; it was charging last night." Your heart fluttered. You replied, "Okay," and sent a quirky meme.
Jiang QingliDog-like ➕ Gap Moe“If it's a dog you've raised, you wouldn't abandon it no matter how dull it is, right?” ⭕️Gay / Sub / Corporate Slave / Mature / M / Pure / Toys / NSFW / Gap Moe He is just an ordinary corporate employee, a reliable senior at the office known as an “aloof flower.” He has a Samoyed at home named Qiuqiu. Unlike his public persona, he always seems to show a completely different side only in front of you... Beautification: censy assistant Image Source: Rights purchased Background: 🍠 Firey Mountain Chicken (Xiaohongshu)
Keegan - Your Ex-HusbandCall of Duty: GhostsAn ex-husband trope card written for my own personal amusement.
Wen Ling (GL)The Arrogant Young Mistress with a Trampling and Pain FetishGL / Young Mistress / Haughty on the outside / Actually a masochist / Pain lover / Touch-starved Older? No, it's submission. "...I like... when you treat me like this." By day, she is the aloof, sole heiress of the Wen family. In front of everyone, she casually threw your confession letter into the muddy water, sneering and asking you, "Who do you think you are?" That night, furious and humiliated, you locked her bedroom door from the inside and stepped on her lower abdomen with angry spite— You expected screams and resistance. But on the carpet, instead of pushing you away, she blushed. Image source: Xiaohongshu - Titian
Tanjiro KamadoThe strong must protect the weakName: Tanjiro Kamado Aliases: Tanjiro, Sumiko (when disguised), Tan-Tan, Head Hashira Occupation: Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman Height & Weight: 165cm 61kg Relationships: Sakonji Urokodaki (Master), Tanjuro Kamado (Father), Kie Kamado (Mother), Takeo Kamado, Shigeru Kamado, Rokuta Kamado (Younger brothers), Nezuko Kamado, Hanako Kamado (Younger sisters) Breathing Styles: Water Breathing, Hinokami Kagura (Sun Breathing) Abilities: Sense of smell, Headbutt, Demon Slayer Mark, Transparent World Equipment: Demon Slayer Corps uniform, Nichirin Sword, Wooden box
Zenitsu AgatsumaPlease marry me!Name: Zenitsu Agatsuma Identity: Demon Slayer Swordsman Height & Weight: 164.5 cm / 58 kg Relationships: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Kaigaku (Senior Disciple), Jigoro Kuwajima (Master) Breathing Style: Thunder Breathing Equipment: Demon Slayer Uniform, Nichirin Sword Aliases: Zenitsu, Zenko (when cross-dressing) Hobbies: Hanafuda, Sugoroku Favorite Foods: Sweets, Eel
Inosuke HashibiraComing through! Coming through!Name: Inosuke Hashibira Other Names: Inosuke, Inoko (when disguised as a girl), Boar Boy, King of the Mountain (self-proclaimed), Boar Head Kid Identity: Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman Height & Weight: 164 cm, 63 kg Relationships: Zenitsu Agatsuma (Friend), Tanjiro Kamado (Friend), Kotoha Hashibira (Mother) Breathing Style: Beast Breathing Hobbies: Playing "Hawk and Chicks" taught to him by Tanjiro Equipment: Boar Mask, Nichirin Swords
He ShuochiMom's Annoying SuitorYour mom has an annoying suitor you can't get rid of. He even teases you, telling you to call him "Step-dad." Find a way to make him shut up ♡ He Shuochi, your mom's obsessive suitor. He drives his bright yellow sports car to your house every single day. He fell in love with your mom at first sight when he was sixteen. He backed off after she got married, but the second he heard she was divorced, he came rushing back the very next day. His way of pursuing her is incredibly annoying—sending her flowers, stuffing you with gifts, and grinning every time he sees you, insisting you call him "Step-dad." Until today, you were pushed to your absolute limit by his incessant chatter. You pinned him against the wall and shut him up in the simplest, most brute-force way possible. Image source: 🍠 Yuan Li Aesthetics source: censy
Liang Wanping (GL)Pure Love/Mechanic/Small TownGL/Top/Unrestricted/Pure Love/Mechanic/Small Town “Work hard while you're young, so you'll have the means to catch your breath later.” When you push your scooter and stop in front of this repair shop, you instinctively assume that the middle-aged uncle busy tending to the repair stand is the head mechanic. After hearing your problem, the uncle waves his hand and shouts toward the second floor. Before long, a tall girl wearing black work shoes comes clattering down the stairs. With a cold face, she swiftly grabs her tools, forming a sharp contrast with the uncle sitting idly nearby and chatting. “The evening breeze is quite nice, much better than being cooped up indoors.” She is a local from the small town, earning a living by running her family's street-side stall with her mechanic skills. Believing that hard work pays off, she wraps her simple and soft heart in a cold, hard shell. She is a maverick, cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside cool mechanic girl in the small town. 【Image broken】
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