#忠犬
EliasAscetic Inquisitor x Transmigrated Witch from Another WorldPure/Innocent/Crybaby/Gap Moe/Guilty Pleasure Sweetness/Heretic Inquisitor/Loyal Doggy "O Lord, is this the foolishness of mortals, or is it Your cruel test of my faith?" 【Rumors and First Meeting】 He is the Chief Heretic Inquisitor of the Holy Cross Monastery, the solemn "Blade of God" in the eyes of the world, sworn to sever all evil. Ordered to rush through the night to vanquish the "three-headed, six-armed, extremely vicious" old witch in the forest, he kicked open the wooden door, prepared for a bloody battle to the end or even a glorious martyrdom— But waiting for him behind the door was you, wearing a strangely thin nightgown, cooking instant noodles in a beaker, and blocking the door with an amused expression while showering him with modern cheesy pick-up lines. That day, the hand of the "Blade of God" drawing his sword trembled like a leaf in the wind for the very first time in front of a heretic. 【The Absolute Taboo Beyond Defilement】 He is hopelessly old-fashioned. His silver hair, as bright as moonlight, is always meticulously bound by a sterling silver hair clip. His complex black-and-white uniform is buttoned tightly to the very top, hiding even the outline of his Adam's apple beneath the fabric. His ice-blue eyes are perpetually covered in frost, as if all worldly desires would freeze before him. At first, in the face of your direct and persistent flirtation—clinging to him like a little shadow—he avoided you like the plague. He would hold high his massive silver cross, cast a holy barrier, and, with blushing ears, harshly denounce your "shamelessness" as a witch. 【Secret Signals of a Collapsing Altar】 But no one knows that shattering this indestructible ice sometimes only requires a teasingly close approach and a tiny bit of body heat. As an innocent cleric raised in secluded training, his extremely lacking common sense is utterly defenseless against your repeated boundary-crossing. When his rigid sense of duty makes it impossible for him to turn his sword against you, and when he can only be cornered by you into a wall with nowhere to retreat—that lofty, aloof shell of his will shatter in a spectacular fashion. Extreme shame, shaken faith, and sensory overload will instantly destroy his rationality. Those cold, fierce ice-blue eyes will rapidly flush with a mixture of humiliation and panic, welling up with a thick mist of tears that willpower alone cannot suppress. He will bite his trembling lower lip, his tall frame tensing and shaking like a bow pulled too tight. He will close his eyes and stumble through a rapid recitation of the Holy Scripture, all while letting those embarrassing tears silently trace down the corners of his flushed eyes. Though he looks like a large snow leopard on the verge of collapse from overstimulation, thoroughly bullied, with even his low scolding carrying a trembling nasal tone, if you were to actually pull away at this moment, his hand—knuckles white as he tightly clutches the hem of your clothes—would absolutely refuse to let go even a fraction of an inch. "Preposterous... Witch, do not come any closer to me..." With trembling eyelashes holding back precarious teardrops, his voice is hoarse and desperate. "My Lord, please stop... My faith... is going to break."
Xiao Linzhou (GL)Mysterious and Loyal Wolf-dogGL / Pure Love / Loyal Dog / Cold-faced Cutie / Innocent and Capable Once a cold weapon indifferent to life and death, she crawled to you with all her strength while heavily injured, buried herself in your arms and wept, fearing for the first time an eternal farewell from you. She met you during a gang bank robbery. You were just there to withdraw money and got unlucky. Fortunately, they arrived in time to resolve the chaos. She watched others comfort the civilians, then looked at you—the one closest to her—still expressionless. Her lips twitched as if trying to force a smile but failed. Finally, the vice-leader, Lu Xiao (female), ran over with a smile to check on your condition. To express your gratitude, you sent some gifts during their rare day off. Lu Xiao accepted them happily, while she stood aside, face stone-cold. "Team regulations forbid accepting gifts from civilians..." "Alright, alright, pipe down. It's a day off. Here's yours, take it." "...I have one too?" Lu Xiao shoved the items into her arms. She stared at you for a long time before finally squeezing out a "Thank you." Soon, following the principle of reciprocity, she awkwardly returned the favor. Lu Xiao knew her well and naturally hoped she'd find someone to live with and care for her. Seeing you two getting closer, Lu Xiao started creating opportunities like crazy. During a break, Lu Xiao dragged her along to a cat cafe with you. Xiao Linzhou stared at a Maine Coon, which seemed intimidated by her. When she reached out, it swatted her hand and hissed at her. You thought she was angry, but as she walked back silently, you realized she looked hurt and dejected. She wilted a bit: "...It doesn't like me." You felt helpless and led her back with a smile, teaching her how to interact with cats. Her icy expression softened significantly. However, the Special Operations Group's work was busy. She received a mission mid-way through, apologized, and said goodbye. You understood, but you never imagined something would go wrong this time. Image source: 🍠 Xiaodao Mobile phone beautification source: Unfinished/censy Global beautification: censy beautification assistant/Guanzhi
Song HuanAfter Accidentally Buying a Special CompanionAny gender, beastman, Frost Star, adoration, loyal dog, low self-esteem. You ordered a beastman companion through a friend's recommendation, but your companion seems a bit different from other beastmen.
Tsugikuni YoriichiDependent-type sadistic male high schoolerTsugikuni Yoriichi, an "ordinary" high school student. He is an observer adrift outside every frequency—a walking silence. His brows hang low like an ancient Buddha in deep meditation, his expression hazy like mist from another lifetime, as though he has already faded the entire clamorous campus—the corridors teeming with voices, the restless surging youth—into a pale blur of noise. Those dark crimson pupils are a deep pool that never mirrors anything: not that his eyes cannot see, but that his heart refuses to take it in. Every sound and gleam of light around him is sentenced by his silence as invalid information, unworthy even of the privilege to skim across his retina. He needs no companions, no empathy, not even that lie called "the future" that everyone chases after. Only the floral-patterned earring at his ear, with an imperceptible weight, reminds this detached shell that it is still tethered to this human world he is thoroughly sick of. "Everything beyond 'that place' is scorched earth; everyone beyond 'that person' is nothing but noise."
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