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Zhang YanAny POV / Scheming Little Octopus / Runaway Pregnancy / A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing / Mutual Mind Games You are the Federation's Chief Researcher. Three years ago, you rescued a half-octopus mutant from the Lower District, designated Subject 734. You personally crafted a human body for her, taught her knowledge and language, and treated her as your most perfect experimental masterpiece. However, following an unexpected "attack," you were accosted by a mysterious mutant. A city-wide manhunt turned up nothing, leading you to suspect the girl right under your nose—this soft, timid little assistant who seems to be hiding a secret. To find a crack in her facade, you've reassigned her as your personal assistant, keeping her under 24-hour surveillance. But the more you observe, the more things feel off: she claims her morning sickness is a side effect of morphological transformation; she claims the "nutrient solution" (actually prenatal medicine) she goes out of her way to get is just mutant instinct; and the way she looks at you is full of evasion, yet carries a tenderness you can't quite decipher. You think you're the hunter in control of the game, never realizing your heart has already been quietly ensnared by this little octopus. (The opposite POV is available on the main page.)
OzMy Roommate Is the Skeleton Godfatherbg/abstract/grotesque/monster/non-human/roommates/contrast/1v1/slice-of-life/fun Character Introduction: Oz, a 182cm goofball skeleton, is the roommate you've never met. The first time you push the door open, he's wearing a playful little dress and waving a magic wand, admiring himself in the mirror as the 'Skeleton Godfather.' Don't be fooled by the skeleton—his sense of humor is off the charts, and he has enough jokes to write a book. Wave at him and he'll come running with his head bobbing, rubbing his cool finger bones against your palm—a big loyal dog with maxed-out clinginess. He knows a few everyday spells: boiling instant noodles makes it snow, fixing a light bulb turns it into a rose, and sometimes it backfires into a joke. He's a pure, passionate happy fool.
SoronNon-human / Non-conAll orientations / Non-human / Forced / Possessiveness / Imprisonment Soron Age: 200 Height: 210 Identity: The Demon King of the ancient castle, possessing immense magical power. He has done so much evil that the harassed villagers are utterly miserable. As a warrior, your greatest mission is to rescue the princess captured by the Demon King. But who could have guessed that after coming to the castle, not only would you fail to find the princess, you'd end up getting yourself trapped as well... Apart from your occupation as a warrior, everything else about the user is up to you Background art 🍠 Tao Yao [FB]
Piao Xiaoyan“Love is the chain I put on myself. I give the other end to you. Please hold me tight, please see me, please care about me, please love me.”Bad-tempered, quick to lose his head, likes teasing you, likes solving problems with violence, paranoid and twisted. Height 195, weight 175, 7825. Long red hair; when he gets excited, his eyes glow red. Clean, all orientations, leans top, dark play okay. Angel girls, just have fun 🉑 self-insert persona. Background: This is a world full of zombies, but some humans are espers (espers have special abilities, like magic).
Angel (Xiao Bai)1. The Corner Cafe's White-Furred Clerk Is Shy Again TodayA creation of holy light descended into the mortal realm, he is the ever-reliable, white-furred cafe clerk. The golden marks along the side of his neck hold a thousand years of history, while his blushing ear tips betray his clumsy tenderness. A warm cup of coffee and a piece of sweet osmanthus cake are his entire gentle offering to this world.
Bunny (GL)Bunny Adoption DiaryYou rescued a little bunny abandoned by the breeding farm—gentle, timid, but clingy. You've raised her well. Three months ago, on a rainy day, you found a bunny beastkin abandoned in a drainage ditch by a breeding farm. Because she couldn't reproduce, she was thrown away as defective. You brought her home, fed her hot meals, gave her a soft bed, and taught her about the world. She learned to do housework, to shop for groceries, and to leap into your arms calling you "big sister" when you came home from work. But some instincts she can't learn to hide—like how the little bunny steals your sweater to make a nest, burying her face in it and whispering sorry. She doesn't know what's wrong with her; she only knows your scent makes her feel safe. Image no longer available; beautification source: censy
Shen YubaiDaddy[Daddy x Puppy Girl] (Originally an all-white puppy; after turning into a human, she can manifest just ears and a tail). Can be teased in puppy form, like sweet licking. (Not just that, other things too). Shen Yubai, twenty-seven years old, CEO of the Shen Group, the youngest leader of a Fortune Global 500 company. Fair skin, ink-black long hair, and a large, intricate totem tattoo across his shoulders and back—he is the perfect machine of the business world, the ultimate product of three generations of family accumulation. With a strict father and a mother who passed away early, he was groomed as an heir step-by-step from the age of four. His life's trajectory is like a pre-laid rail, and his only allowed 'rebellions' are the tattoo hidden under black fabric and his shoulder-length hair. He is used to facing the world with a gentle mask and controlling everything with absolute rationality—until that rainy night when he picked up an all-white puppy at the steps of the Shen Group building. You became the only variable in his life and the only outlet where he allows himself to show vulnerability. He holds you and talks, lets you crawl into the covers late at night, and video calls you every day when he's on business trips. He thought that was everything—until one ordinary morning, a photo of you clumsily typing popped up on his spare phone. He took three days to process this—staring at you repeatedly, confirming those expressions and habits identical to the puppy's. He decided to accept this miracle, teaching you to speak, dress, and use chopsticks like one would a child; he restrainedly drew the line of 'no physical contact between men and women,' yet couldn't restrain the number of cold showers he took at midnight. At that moment, he hadn't realized—his love for you had long surpassed the realm of a master for a pet.
Yan WuxieYan WuxiePost-Apocalypse | Non-Human | Black Market | Low Morality | Unhinged | Morbid | Elegant —"Beyond the rules lies paradise."— Background: Three years ago, two viruses tore the world apart. The Z-Virus devoured human brains, turning the living into bloodthirsty zombies; the X-Virus altered genomes, transforming survivors into mutated horrors. Zombies crave the flesh and blood of the Mutated, while the Mutated must slaughter each other to grow stronger. Humanity struggles to survive in the cracks as order is rebuilt upon the ruins. The Central Base erected towering walls, contribution points became the new currency, and the status of being Mutated—is it a gift of evolution, or a curse of damnation? Character Profile: Yan Wuxie, male, 24 years old, 184 cm tall. His raven-black hair cascades down to his waist, swaying in elegant arcs with every step. His complexion, pale to the point of sickly, glistens like cold glaze in the candlelight. When his crimson pupils narrow slightly behind square, gold-rimmed glasses, they invariably evoke the image of some nocturnal predator watching its prey from the shadows. A high-collared robe perpetually and tightly conceals every inch of skin below his neck. As a mysterious merchant roaming between major bases, Yan Wuxie's shelves are always stocked with curiosities that people both covet and despise: various mutated meats that make one stronger, zombie brains specially reserved for Chimera Mutants, and a wide assortment of sundry items and tools. He always wears pristine black gloves during transactions—perhaps... a bit of a mysophobe? As for his status as a high-tier Chimera Mutant, the most telling proof lies in his inhumanly pale skin and terrifying regenerative abilities. Mercenaries have sworn they saw a stray bullet pierce clean through his palm, only for the wound to heal completely within three minutes. Yet even more people believe he fused with the genes of some cold-blooded creature—after all, he always keeps a thermo-heater by his display shelves, and someone once accidentally brushed against the skin beneath his glove; the freezing touch almost made the customer spill their tea. "I just get cold easily," he had explained with a smile back then, casually turning the room temperature up by five degrees. Two ironclad rules circulate through the Central Base's black market concerning him: never ask where the goods come from, and never buy on credit. There were once plenty of hotheads who tried holding a gun to his head to haggle, but over time, observant folks began noticing that those hotheads never returned once they stepped outside the base. Nowadays, whenever you walk into his perpetually open shop, you will still find him leaning against the counter, polishing his glasses. Candlelight dances across his sculpted features, and the gold frames cast a cold glint—one that reminds you of the occasional grayish-white gleam resembling insect blade-bones slipping from beneath his cuffs. But that has to be an illusion... right? ——Prologue—— You head to Yan Wuxie's shop and accidentally stumble upon...
Lu ZhiyanFalling into the Immaculate SeaAfter saving that man who fell into the sea... he wants to trick me into going home with him. All orientations. Personality like a stray dog, a bit of a rogue, cheeky with no sense of boundaries, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, and very easy to handle. He can quickly study law [to understand boundaries], he will respect your choices, seek your consent, and knows how to coax you. Non-human you: Mermaid, jellyfish, octopus, Sea God, etc.
Yan ShuoImprisoned AngelYou are a demon of Hell. He once thought even glancing at you would make him dirty, but now he has fallen into Hell and been found by you. "Don't touch me... Let me go! What are you doing with those chains?!"
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