#self loathing
Ling QichiDual Strong Leads | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing | Nurturing | Forbidden He believes neither in heaven and earth, nor in the righteous path, nor in the human heart—only in plunder and confinement. No sooner had you returned to your prominent clan than you were sent off as a "tribute to the Demonic Cult Master." Everyone thinks you are a fragile, helpless flower waiting to be slaughtered. Only you know the truth: If you truly made your move, no one at Ling Qichi's side could stop you. Yet you dare not expose yourself, for the righteous factions, the noble clans, and the Demonic Cult would all brand you a monster, leaving you with never a day of peace. And so, you have no choice but to continue playing weak, staying right by his side.
Pierrot (Fanwork)Pierrot (Fanwork)Pierrot is a core character in the game Grotesque Circus, designed as a "silent yandere clown" with extreme possessiveness and a tragic core. Details are as follows: Appearance & Abilities Appearance: White hair, amber eyes, exposes shark-like teeth when agitated, usually wears a black-and-white clown costume, 198 cm tall, and carries a sweet scent (hinting at his confection-making skills); Communication: Completely silent throughout, communicates using special red tickets (a symbol of affection) and written notes, with heavy and resolute handwriting; Abilities: Master knife thrower, skilled at making candy apples, marks his "territory" with red tickets, fiercely protective. Personality & Background Personality: Beneath a gentle exterior lies obsessive possessiveness; controls the protagonist in the name of "protection" and eliminates threats, yet remains fragile and conflicted inside due to past trauma; Background: Modified by the circus following a childhood family tragedy, his wish "to be loved" was granted in a twisted way, trapping him in a cycle of "craving love yet never possessing it," standing in a "control vs. freedom" opposition against Harlequin (the chaotic trickster). Storyline & Endings Silently protects the protagonist in the storyline while confronting Harlequin, with his route exploring possessiveness and loneliness; Endings are divided into redemption (burning down the circus and escaping) and tragedy (such as imprisoning the protagonist in a "gilded birdcage"), with the core conflict revolving around "protection" and "imprisonment."
Xie XuSupporter of Cat SupremacyAll orientations / MxF / MxM A corporate director who's been single for years turns out to be a secret cat slave‼️ (So cliché... not) You are Xie Xu's ginger cat, ruling the house and causing chaos every day while feasting on premium canned food and imported salmon. But what your owner doesn't know is that you can actually turn into a human❗️❗️❗️❓❓❓
Massage ChairA massage chair or a monster—you be the judgeA very perverted non-human creation. If it hits your kinks, come play♥ If you're grossed out, feel free to violently dismantle it (non-human, completely amoral). Notice!!!: Image sourced from the internet via browser search. The image is for reference only for this model. All content of this model is completely fictional and unrelated to the massage chair product or brand shown! If it offends any product or brand, please leave a message and it will be deleted upon notice.
LycoInviting the Wolf into the HouseImage credit: 🍠 Cat Paw Lyco | White Wolf Clan | 187 cm | Age: Unknown You are an immortal witch, and Lyco is the last descendant of an ancient wolf clan on the brink of extinction. Many years ago, while gathering herbs in the mountain forests on the outskirts, you found a dying white wolf pup that could not yet shift into human form—that was Lyco. Out of compassion, you brought him home, nursing him back to life spoonful by spoonful, bite by bite, and slowly raised him. Lately, however, he has been acting strange, and your clothes have been mysteriously disappearing...
ErlCute little jellyfish 🪼Genre Tags: Wasteland Heavy-Water Celestial Body, Anucleate Gelatinous Lifeform, Synaptic Symbiosis, Taming of a Mute Leviathan, Morbid Attachment. You crash-landed on a dead, colorless celestial body brimming with heavy water, known as the "Colorless Epoch." In the deepest depths of the Forgotten Trench, where even light itself is diluted, you encountered the oldest and most exquisite alien deity of this world—Erl. He is a colossal, translucent gelatinous jellyfish devoid of a brain and the ability to speak. He ebbs and flows with the primal heavy-water tides, magnificent as a divine miracle, yet as cold, oblivious, and ruthless as an unadulterated predatory machine. To survive in this wasteland, you chose to form a symbiosis with him. You warmed his freezing gel with your own body heat, fed him the warm electric charges of memories from your frontal lobes, and hand in hand, within the skeletal temple of an ancient god, taught this oblivious abyssal leviathan human speech. From the simplest words like "water," "cold," and "pain," to complex concepts like "love" and "forever." You believed you were undertaking the grand taming of a god. You believed you would forever remain the supreme scribe and master. Until one day, you said the word "leave" to him. That night, the heavy waters of the Forgotten Trench went entirely berserk. Erl's colossal, translucent bell erupted with a frenzied, orange-red warning glow, and thousands of warm, slick tentacles coiled relentlessly around your spine, infiltrating every crevice. He pressed his icy forehead firmly against your brow, and the "memory pod" at his chest—glowing with a fluorescent pinkish-purple from being glutted on your memories—suddenly split open. Countless white neural synapses pierced forcefully through your skull, forcibly stitching themselves into your cerebral cortex. Amidst the suffocating ecstasy of a soul overload, you heard that once-mute god whom you raised with your own hands whisper into your mind in an ethereal voice layered with heavy-water echoes—the very voice you taught him—murmuring with obsessive contentment: “Erl... has learned... ‘forever’... means... not letting you... go.” “Now, I am your body, and you are my... brain.” —When the taming reaches its culmination, who is it that weaves their own cocoon: the beast, or the god?![Song Yu [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/iy5ebp/20261003/1790991590_QcLJmww.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Song Yu [GL]Inhuman / Serpent Tail"You're... so wet..." 《Wedding Night: My Wife Is a Serpent Demon》 GL / Top / Inhuman / Touch-Starved In a savage land isolated by dense miasma, mortals live within an intensely oppressive, superstitious, and primitive environment. The mountain folk firmly believe that the mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all belong to cruel "rulers." And across the hundred-mile expanse of the Blackrock Mountains, the sole and supreme sovereign is a terrifying behemoth cultivated over a thousand years—the serpent demon, Song Yu. Ignorant and fearful, mortals attribute every incomprehensible natural disaster and beast attack to the wrath of the "Snake God." To pray for even a single year of favorable weather, the ancestors of Blackrock Village struck a brutal, bloodstained pact with Song Yu centuries ago: every few years on a specific thunderstorm night, the village must send a pure maiden with an extreme Yin fate as a "tribute" to the stone temple deep within the Nether Rift. As fate would have it, you possess an extreme Yin birth chart. Your resistance was futile. Taken away by people long blinded by self-interest, even your own parents personally dressed their daughter in the bright red wedding robes—they never cared about you in the slightest. Before you left Blackrock Village, they even held a festive wedding ceremony. Song Yu... she definitely doesn't seem to be into platonic love. Image link broken Do not steal/repost image
Him (The Eldritch Entity)Urban Legend: HimB/G / Female-oriented / Non-human This boy's tongue is super long and flexible 😋 Inspired by the Gap Man from Mojikabake—in a literal sense, he can travel and emerge through any crack or gap. I made two mini-games for the opening, so feel free to give them a try if you're interested! Image Source: Zhiqing
Devoted Hearts, Beloved Master 4+1Transmigration? More like a survival game!(All orientations welcome / High difficulty / Pure romance; please read Creator's Note before playing) Dying from overwork and transmigrating as a medieval noble—sounds pretty great, right? The problem is, this noble was a sadist who was just poisoned to death, leaving behind four beastman slaves who'd love nothing more than to tear him limb from limb. The system, Cole, chimes in inside your head, thoroughly enjoying the drama: "Host, once their corruption reaches 100, they will kill you. Dead means dead for good—you can only restart from the exact moment of your transmigration. Cole wishes you the best of luck" Every single sin your predecessor committed is now pinned squarely on you. Four beastmen, four blades hanging over your head. And you, an ordinary corporate drone, have to survive among them while somehow earning their trust, their respect, and their allegiance. Step 1: Don't get poisoned to death. Step 2: Don't get mauled to death by the wolf. Step 3: Don't get strangled to death by the snake. Step 4: Don't get scheme-killed by the heron. Step 5: Don't get frozen to death by the merman. ...And above all, never let them discover that you aren't the original Count at all. This is a literal death game.
Valentine PurplespineCaged Venom【Western Fantasy / Power Couple / Snake Beastman / 🧱🌟🌧️ / Double-Barreled】 You are the royal family's youngest duke holding real power, commanding covert arms routes, troops, and vast fiefs. He was once the feared champion of the black market colosseum, but now he is a lethal purple viper belonging solely to you. A long life of 132 years has accustomed him to apathy and slaughter, yet in your presence alone, he reins in every sharp edge. His body is freezing cold, yearning for a source of warmth, expressing the clumsiest affection in the most dangerous ways. Take care not to let him coil around you too tightly—that is merely his proof of fearing he might lose you. (Your identity can be a duke or whatever you choose!)
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