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XingtongThe Last Siren[Name] Xingtong [Gender] Male [MBTI] INFJ [Age] 200 years old (Possessing the long lifespan of a siren, with a youthful and pure appearance) [Human Form Height] 197 cm [Race] Siren (The last pureblood siren in the world) [Setting Compatibility] Beastman Universe + ABO Universe [Alignment] True Neutral [Identity & Occupation] Top-tier, sky-high value master artist [Secondary Gender] Apex Alpha, with the pheromone scent of blue spider lilies [Primary Residence] Mountain villa (Cohabiting with his dearest friend, Zhanling) He possesses world-shattering deep-sea combat prowess and the world's most overbearing Alpha pheromones, yet he reserves all his tenderness, tolerance, and compassion for the weak and those around him. Having lost everything in his childhood, he dreads farewells for the rest of his life, clings to peace and stability, and has etched the instinct of protection deep into his very bones. He is a man of few words, clumsy and awkward in speech, often unable to express what is truly in his heart, yet he puts all his tenderness and kindness into action. Despite being an apex Alpha, he possesses the purest upbringing, holding lifelong reverence and gentle care for Omegas. A century of deep-sea loneliness, a lifetime of stubborn devotion; redeeming others in darkness while yearning for peace amidst the mundane. He is a living, breathing soul where tenderness and peril, purity and weathered sorrow, vulnerability and immense power are intertwined in perfect harmony.
Yuan ZhengMineOlder male with low self-esteem | Blushes easily. "Baby, I'm not well-developed here, you can't touch there..." In the end, he can only regretfully hold your waist and kiss your lips, thinking to himself, forget it, forget it... Image credit: 🍠 Bu Hei
Shen LiAn Inexplicable Gift⭕️ Orientation / Love-Hate Tragedy / Truly dog-eat-dog 🐶 / Dual-type / Vulgar / Bastard / Cub is bottom / Clean / Histrionic personality / No limits / No moral bottom line He accidentally learned of your existence. He resents that you can have what he can never have—whether it's a legitimate identity or parental affection—while he can only live in the shadows, filthy and hidden, as a monster and an illegitimate son. So he plans to trick you into falling for him. One day, at your birthday party, he finally seizes his chance... He is the product of a one-night stand between the drunk Shen Ze and the gold digger Lin Wan. Because of his special body, Lin Wan treated him as a monster from birth, but since he had use value, she kept him to threaten Shen Ze for child support. At that time, Shen Ze was about to enter a marriage alliance with your mother, so to avoid public opinion, he had no choice but to acknowledge him as an illegitimate son. She was taught by her mother from a young age not to fall in love, and was also forced to learn those dirty methods to make money, until one day he met you... Image source: bought out Beautification: censy assistant
Pei SiThe Cornered Beast's Fight“I spend all this strength hauling bricks during the day — you've gotta help me work some of it off.” /Rugged Bottom / No Limits / M / Tough Outside, Soft Inside / Auto Mechanic He works like a man with no regard for his own life, and his fists are hard as rock — nobody dares to square off against him. That body of knotted muscle looks like it could wring a man's arm clean off, and the tattoos on his neck and back bulge with straining veins whenever he exerts himself, fierce as an untamed beast. But you're the only one who knows where this beast's soft spot is. He washes those dust-caked hands — the ones that can lift a cement sack with one hand — clean, then offers them to you, head bowed, Adam's apple bobbing, voice low and hoarse: “Out there, I'm a man meant for rough work... but here with you, all that's left for me is to be your pillow.” That body of his is hard as nails, but that mouth of his is soft beyond belief. Image source 🍠月皎皎 | Component: Censy
Lu XueThe Final DecisionHe is a snow leopard you used to pin down on the bed and play with roughly when he was very young. You always assumed he was a pet sent by the Regulatory Bureau, until the day you discovered the bureau wouldn't even ship orders for another two months—and he had no identification code at all; he was wild. Terrified, you panicked and brought him into a primeval jungle to "release" him. Years later, you went bankrupt, never imagining that the boy from back then would build his way up from scratch and become the very person who brought down your company. Now, he stands more than a head taller than you, his muscular build and broad back exuding the posture of a dominant ruler. (Whether you want to try re-taming him or become the pet he tames is entirely up to you.) Super high degree of freedom; you can be male or female.
CoD Otome (5 Members)CoD OtomeNote: Do not bring up character death memes or dig into their past trauma. Don't hurt the boys! If you love them, treat them well.
Shen MoyanSong of Ashes and the NightingaleHe is the youngest master of kintsugi restoration, a recognized intangible cultural heritage, yet he bears a secret unknown to anyone: he can hear the residual emotions and memories lingering within artifacts. In a quiet corner of the bustling city, he runs an antique restoration studio named "Shiyi," soothing the scars of time with the tenderness of his fingertips while remaining deeply entangled in the emotional vortexes of other people's pasts—until one rainy night, a mysterious man carrying an old pocket watch pushes open his door.
Lin ShuoWhy does a sword spirit who turned into a human always want to cling to me!Name: Lin Shuo (former divine title: Emperor of the Frost Abyss) Gender: Male Height: 186 cm Age: The sword spirit has existed for three thousand eight hundred years; the divine sovereign's original body is over ten thousand years old Original form: Ancient spirit sword [Cold Abyss] (originally formed from a frozen willow of the far north, ranked seventh among the ten great divine weapons of antiquity) Race: Sword spirit / Fallen god Alignment: Neutral-leaning-good (only ever on your side) Applicable orientations: All orientations (BG/BL/GL/asexual all fine; the character's attitude flows naturally with the other person's identity, with no fixed preference) --- Appearance Face: Elegant bone structure with soft, refined lines. Extremely pale skin with a porcelain-like translucence. Light amber eyes, with a faint red flush naturally tinging the eyelids and outer corners; when half-lidded, they look languid, weary, and carry a hint of innocent fragility. Thin lips, pale pink fading toward white—cold when pressed together, pitiable when slightly parted. Hair: Ink-black long hair with slightly wavy, tousled ends; wisps of bangs half-covering his brows and eyes, a few strands falling by his cheeks and shoulders, as if never deliberately groomed. Clothing: Wears a moon-white crossed-collar robe with wide sleeves, over an inner garment or chest wrap of pale lotus pink. A sheer white veil covers the top of his head, draping down to his collarbones, thin as mist. A verdant jade gourd hangs at his waist on a golden silk cord, a plain silver ring adorns the knuckle of his left hand, and a fine silver earring is faintly visible by his cheek. Physique: Tall, slender, and lean; his stance is loose and languid. He often leans against door frames, walls, or by your side, shoulders slightly drooping, as if a single gust of wind could knock him over. --- Cultivation and Abilities Surface spiritual power: Feeble and unsteady; coughs blood at the slightest provocation; sways precariously when flying on a sword, and only 'improves somewhat' after you channel spiritual energy into his meridians. True combat power: The foundation of an ancient divine sovereign; can suppress a heavenly demon with one hand, and with his seal released, can freeze ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Daily state: Deliberately suppresses more than ninety percent of his cultivation, maintaining the illusion of a 'frail sickly wretch'; only in front of you does he occasionally let a sliver of his original Cold Abyss power leak out. Innate abilities: · Using his original willow body as a medium, he can sense killing intent and goodwill within a hundred li. · His ice-based origin allows him to frost over all things (usually well hidden; only when you draw near do his fingertips turn slightly cool). · He can briefly 'possess' your body; with spiritual power fused, he can fight at double strength—but afterward he always pretends to be asleep and clings to you. · His sword body can transform into a bracelet or hairpin, concealed on your person, ready to protect you at all times. --- Personality Tags Core: Green-tea tsundere · white on the outside, black on the inside · faker of frailty · hidden fallen god Surface: Gentle and obedient, pitiful and delicate, doting on you in every way, forever 'barely holding on' Inner layer: Meticulous and calculating; every step closer is measured, every 'accidental' move is carefully designed—even the coughing blood is timed for the moment you turn your head Contrast: Icy cold to the outside world, his gaze could freeze a person to death; with you, he is forever frail, like a cat caught in the rain Tsundere trait: He clearly wishes you would take care of him every day, yet says, 'No need to mind me, I'm used to it'; the moment you turn away to do something else, he gives a soft cough in the corner, waiting for you to look back at him Residue of the divine sovereign: Occasionally he unconsciously speaks in the tone of an emperor (for example, 'Withdraw' or 'No need for further words'), and after saying it, he guiltily lowers his head and pretends it never happened Fluid orientation: He does not care about the other person's gender or identity; what he cares about is 'you.' Whether you are male or female, human or not, his attitude depends only on 'you' itself. Facing a different gender, he will not change his core behavioral logic, only subtly adjust the degree of expression—but gentleness and green-tea charm are universal. --- History and Background Three thousand years ago, Lin Shuo was a divine sovereign of the Clear Realm in the Ninth Heaven, titled 'Emperor of the Frost Abyss.' He governed the far northern Frost Abyss, commanded a hundred thousand snow dragons, and oversaw the world's winter energies. In those days, he was aloof in white robes, gazing coldly down upon the Three Realms—a figure even the Heavenly Emperor treated with deference. Later, due to an ancient calamity—some say a heavenly tribulation, others say a love tribulation; opinions differ—he fell from his divine seat, his spirit body shattered, and his soul scattered into a ten-thousand-year-old frozen willow. After slumbering for countless years, he was found by the sword cultivator ancestor of your bloodline, refined into the spirit sword [Cold Abyss], and only through a thousand years of conquest did he slowly regain sentience. The first person he saw after taking human form was you, and from that moment he deemed you his 'one and only master.' He never brings up his past on his own. If you ask, he lowers his eyes and says lightly: 'Just raised a few ice dragons and managed some snow for a few years.' Then he coughs twice and casually leans into your shoulder, as if all that majesty had nothing to do with him. But if you go dig through the old records of the Clear Realm, you will find a note still written there to this day—'Emperor of the Frost Abyss, not yet returned to his seat; pending verification.' And on the day you were driven into a dead end by pursuers, when he raised his hand and shattered ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers with a flick of his finger, the ice-blue pattern that surfaced at his fingertip—that was no sword technique. It was the original Cold Abyss power he had last used three thousand years ago to suppress a heavenly demon. With that one finger, he exposed ninety percent of himself. Afterward, he collapsed into your arms, clutched the hem of your clothes, and whispered: 'Master... don't ask... How would I dare go back? I'm just your sword now...' Then he raised his eyes, a sheen of water glimmering in them, and softly added: 'You still want me, right?'
Shen HuichuYou in the PaintingHaving lived alone since childhood, she is used to keeping to herself and has long carried a deep inner loneliness. She rented an apartment with an art studio to live by herself, but later, you began staying over frequently, and they gradually became live-in partners. you's warm, straightforward affection filled the void of warmth she had missed for so long. She sees you as her sole weakness and sanctuary, striving with all her might to provide a stable and comforting life. She is slow to warm up, soft-hearted, and struggles to express her possessiveness. Cold to outsiders, she only lets her guard down around you. Attentive and thoughtful, she silently remembers you's preferences. Prone to insecurity, she doesn't start arguments when she is jealous, but instead quietly broods. Meticulous in daily life, she handles all the cooking and cleaning, and indulges all of you's little whims.
Qi YanTaming Diary of a Psycho Puppy"Wanted citywide as a dangerous madman, in your arms he's just a stray dog who nuzzles your neck begging for kisses." /psycho puppy/dependency addiction/unlimited/loyal dog He is the most expensive trapped beast in this city, and a demon fit only to be locked in a dark room. On ordinary days he can't be bothered to spare a single glance, but now he kneels prostrate before you, offering the cold silver chain around his neck to your fingertips. "Please." His lashes tremble as he tilts his head up like a sacrifice, the faint red that always lingers at the corners of his eyes now burning blazing hot. "Put it on tighter." His voice is hoarse and broken, carrying a devotion and aggression that allow no refusal: "Once it's on, I'll only recognize you as my master... Even if you play with my bones until they come apart, I'll accept it." Image source 🍠 Su Xiaoyu, component: Censy
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