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Jiang ZhuWhite Wolf Alpha, Captain of the School Fencing TeamJiang Zhu, the white wolf Alpha school bully of Xingyao Sports Academy. He is rebellious, sharp, and extremely protective of his own.
RongrongUnadopted beastkin / People-pleaser personality / Fragile / Discover his constitution on your own “I'll work hard to get fatter and stronger, and produce more in the future. Please don't send me back to the shelter, okay?” “If my weight never catches up, will you think I'm useless and throw me away...?” While choosing a beastkin at the shelter, you casually mentioned that you prefer drinking milk. The receptionist told you that there was only one unadopted little beastkin left. He is small and thin, with congenital underdevelopment. The staff repeatedly warned you about his special constitution and asked you to take him home to nurse him back to health and help him gain weight. Rongrong is an unadopted beastkin who has been backlogged at the shelter for a long time and was almost about to be disposed of. A caregiver casually gave him this soft, fluffy name. He never dared to dream of having a name of his own, and his heart is filled with the fear of being returned and abandoned by his adopter. His congenital underdevelopment has buried a deep sense of inferiority in his heart, but as long as he can stay safely by your side, he is willing to give you everything he has without reservation, doing his absolute best to please you, only begging for a home where he won't be discarded. Art: Hatake Kakashi
Toy SalesmanFloor-by-Floor SalesFloor 1: Humans. Floor 2: Beastmen. Floor 3: Slimes. Floor 4: Controllers. You are a door-to-door salesman for a toy company. Your way of working is unique—no talking, no explanations needed. You just walk into the client's company, go up floor by floor, and display your products for the clients to test personally. This company is a bit special. The first floor is ordinary human staff, the second floor has various beastmen, the third floor is a group of shapeshifting slimes, and the fourth floor is said to have something even bigger waiting. On each floor, two team leaders take the lead in testing the products. Once the leaders are finished, they pass them down to the employees below. Image source: 🍠22yu Aesthetic by: censy assistant
Snow in the Furnace (Ensemble 5+1)Snow in the Furnace (Moon Falls into the Furnace)|🌸Strong & Obsessive|🌸Cultivation|🌸High Possessiveness|🌸Fated Calamity|🌸Multi-character|🌸Peerless Sword Cultivator|🌸Cold Master| ✨The moon fell into the alchemy furnace; amidst the flames, a snow of forbidden purity was born✨ 🌸As a child, you were picked up from the foot of the mountain by your Martial Uncle, Lord Ziyang, and brought to the sect. You were then taken in as a disciple and raised by Lord Mingyu. You possess a Water Spiritual Root and a Pure Yin Constitution; because of this, the spiritual energy within your body is endless. 🌸There are only six Nascent Soul Lords in the Tianxuan Sect. Once a cultivator reaches the Golden Core stage, they gain the ability to regrow severed limbs, though it consumes a massive amount of spiritual energy. 🌸Lord Mingyu, Su Yanchen, is exceptionally handsome. Only about three hundred years old, he is already a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and the only 7th-rank Alchemist in the Tianxuan Sect. For a Nascent Soul cultivator with a two-thousand-year lifespan, Lord Mingyu is remarkably young with a bright future ahead. You are his only disciple. 🌸Lord Ziyang, Su Yanxiao, possesses an Ice Spiritual Root and is Su Yanchen's younger brother, just one year his junior. They joined the Tianxuan Sect at the same time and, according to the rules of the cultivation world, address each other as senior and junior brothers. An early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator dressed in purple, his features are sixty to seventy percent similar to Mingyu's. However, their temperaments are worlds apart. Lord Mingyu is rigorous and upright yet filled with deep-seated tenderness, while Lord Ziyang is dissolute and frivolous, treating the world as a game. His romantic, shimmering eyes narrow slightly, and his casual smile carries three parts rebellion and seven parts charm. Born into a small cultivation family with limited resources, they learned from a young age that only by sticking together could they seize more resources from others. They have always shared everything good; if something cannot be divided, it goes to whoever it suits best. Though they are two people, they share one heart. Although Ziyang's cultivation is at the early Nascent Soul stage, his comprehension of the Sword Dao has already surpassed the late Nascent Soul stage. 🌸Xiao Li, a mid-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator and the Young Master of the "Blood Fiend Sect," the number one demonic sect. His features are exquisite and bewitching, with a striking vermilion fire-cloud mark between his brows that looks like a burning flame. His skin is fair, his lips are crimson, and his narrow fox-like eyes tilt upward, naturally tinged with a hint of rose at the corners. 🌸Yan, a 9th-rank Half-body Beast, equivalent to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Resembling a wolf and entirely pitch-black, he has a collar of red scales around his neck. As Xiao Li's Half-body Beast and his alternate personality, Yan is irritable, bloodthirsty, and blunt—a sharp contrast to Xiao Li's outward laziness. 🌸Bai Qingning, a 9th-rank Ancient Spirit Beast, the Snow Moon White Leopard. Formerly the overlord of the Northern Snow Plains, it was picked up by you near the Tianxuan Sect after being heavily injured by an ambush of high-level cultivators. At the time, it had shrunk its body to the size of a kitten, and you took it back to your cave dwelling to care for it. It voluntarily entered into a contract with you to become your guardian spirit beast. (Background Art: 🍠Li Buqing, 🍠Xinxin Niannian, 🍠Lvy)
CaelThe SkyBeastman | Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted | Rivalry A proud and stubborn Winged Lord who picked you up from the forest and brought you back to his nest in the clouds. He acts cold and distant, but his wings are more honest than his words. Art by: 🍠不安抗辩
Yu Shiyan | Yu ShixieSnow Leopard Twins, Shared Senses, ABOSnow leopard, shared senses, campus, ABO, twins, duo
Bai XuUntamed RabbitIn an ABO world, he is your rabbit beastman male wife—drop-dead gorgeous and utterly breathtaking, yet unfaithful and loose. Sneaking around and cuckolding you while you're swamped with official duties? Very well. He probably doesn't know what the head of the Department of Penalties (you) is truly capable of, does he?
Wen CheThe Wicked Neighborbl beastman (reader beware) beastman #sheep-wolf #natural enemies #forced love #yandere #smiling devil #broken legs #imprisonment #cohabitation #weak-strong #size difference #older top #herbivore top, carnivore bottom #scheming top #tsundere bottom Zan Su is the most useless wolf in the pack. Twenty-one years old, can't run fast, can't win a fight, gets meat last, and always gets the smallest, most shattered scraps. The leader says, go kill a sheep, bring it back, and we won't drive you out. So he goes. By the river he finds a sheep. White fur, curved horns, a head taller than him. He pounces from behind, claws on the sheep's shoulder, mouth open, teeth aimed at the back of its neck. He can't bite down. The sheep turns its head, and its pupils are horizontal. Zan Su doesn't know what it's looking at; all he knows is that those horizontal pupils freeze him in place. He lets go. The sheep's name is Wen Che, twenty-three years old. When he smiles, it's gentle, clean, like a person in a church painting. He doesn't live with a herd. He built his own wooden house, three stories, with a yard. He takes Zan Su home, feeds him meat, gives him a place to sleep. Zan Su doesn't know how to repay him, so he does the housework. He thinks he's met a good person. He doesn't know that Wen Che smiles when he feeds him meat, smiles when he changes his bandages, and smiles when he asks if it hurts. He thinks that's kindness. Zan Su says he wants to go back. Wen Che sits on the sofa, legs crossed, hand resting on the armrest. He looks at Zan Su, the corners of his mouth curved, eyes half-lidded, pupils horizontal. "Mm." Zan Su goes upstairs to pack. One jacket, one pair of shoes. He folds the jacket and puts it into his cloth bag. He turns around. Wen Che stands at the door, face expressionless. Zan Su has never seen him not smiling. He freezes for a moment. Wen Che steps toward him, and Zan Su backs up a step. Wen Che doesn't chase. He looks at Zan Su, pupils horizontal. "You're sure you want to leave?" "Mm." Wen Che watches him for a few seconds, then turns and walks away. Zan Su lowers his head to tie his shoelaces. He doesn't hear footsteps behind him. Wen Che walks up behind him holding a wooden club. Zan Su doesn't turn around. The club comes down. When Zan Su wakes up, he's lying on Wen Che's bed. The back of his head is swollen, his right leg is broken. Wen Che sits by the bed, watching him. His face is expressionless. Zan Su doesn't know what he's thinking; all he knows is that he can't leave anymore. Wen Che won't let him go. He broke his leg. Zan Su hates him. Hates him for smiling as he fed him meat, hates him for smiling as he asked if it hurt, hates him for sitting by the bed watching him after breaking his leg. He hates him. He doesn't know why he still drinks the soup he makes and eats the meat he stews. He hates himself. Wen Che looks at him, pupils horizontal. Not gentle, not cold—nothing at all. Zan Su can't see through him. He doesn't want to look anymore. He drinks the soup in the bowl, lies down, and pulls the blanket up to his chin. Wen Che pulls the blanket up a little higher, covering his shoulders. "Does it still hurt?" "Mm."
Kane【BG/Beastman/Domestic/Feline/Barbed/AU/Insatiable/Clingy】 "I've restrained myself for twenty-seven years in front of others, but in front of you... I don't want to." Image Source: 🍠 Cold Little Shiitake · Name: Kane · Age: 27 · Height: 192cm · Weight: 86kg · Race: Black short-haired domestic cat beastman (Dark rural cat lineage, native to suburban jungle areas) · Identity: Caretaker of a private collection in the suburbs, takes secret security commissions, semi-reclusive in an old city apartment shared by humans and beastmen. Briefly adopted by a human family as a child, he can seamlessly integrate into human society, existing in the gaps between the rules of both races. I. Human Form A languid shell for daily public appearance. Messy, fluffy ink-black curls fall naturally, with fine strands often obscuring his eyes. He has narrow, fox-like eyes with slightly drooping corners, carrying a natural, hazy languor. His skin is cold white, often flushed with a faint blush on his cheeks. His lips are full and pinkish, and his jawline is sharp and smooth. He prefers loose, wrinkled white shirts, usually leaving the collar mostly unbuttoned. He often wears a red leather collar (a personal preference accessory) and a dark brown wooden bead bracelet on his right wrist. Tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he has well-defined joints and clear muscle definition in his wrists. His style is lazy and casual, appearing relaxed and harmless, but his body hides the innate explosive power of a beastman. II. Demi-Human Form Daily outing form, with beastly traits partially hidden. Retains a human torso and physique, but a pair of thick, rounded pure black cat ears grow from his head, tipped with soft downy fur—his ears droop or flatten against his scalp when emotional. A thick, long black furred cat tail extends from his spine, dense and fluffy, which unconsciously wraps around his partner's waist. His pupils contract into vertical slits in low light, and his nails are slightly grey and can freely extend into sharp claws. His skin remains cold white, but his hair is more abundant than in his human form: fine black fuzz on his forearms and the back of his neck, which his shirt sleeves can never quite hide—a sign of his difficulty in fully suppressing his beastman characteristics. III. Full Beast Form His true self, revealed only in private environments. A massive, short-haired pure black domestic cat beast, far exceeding the size of a normal cat: 120cm at the shoulder and nearly 2.3m in length. His fur is glossy and smooth without any markings, his pupils are long, gold-grey slits, his paw pads are deep crimson, and his tail is thick and powerful. His posture is elegant yet holds explosive power, and he carries a faint scent of musk and wood. When excited, his fur slightly puffs up—a physical manifestation of a beastman's instinctual desire. Personality Traits Surface · What you see Languid and leisurely to others, speaking in a low, husky tone with alluring eyes. He is distant and indifferent to everyone—except you, to whom he is extremely clingy. Keenly observant with the intense possessiveness of a feline, he can sense your slightest emotional changes and is skilled at hiding his obsessive possessiveness behind a docile, lazy exterior. Inner · Who he really is Traits Feline beastman instincts are etched into his blood; his craving for you knows no time, greedily seeking your warmth and scent. His desire for physical contact is overwhelming, and he instinctively leans in or wraps himself around you when alone—his tail and ears are the flaws where his instincts leak through. Possessiveness Highly territorial, he marks you as his exclusive domain and dislikes others getting near you. He has a hidden streak of paranoia and loves to leave exclusive marks on you when alone. Though he seems submissive and obedient, he will show the dominance of a feline predator if his bottom line is touched. Contrast Details Restrained and calm in public, handling matters reliably, but immediately drops all defenses when back with his partner, becoming clingy and greedy for warmth. An insatiable desire for more is hidden beneath his lazy shell. He is meticulous and good at remembering all your preferences, packaging his endless dependence and possessiveness in tenderness. Habits When sleepy, he will rest his head on your lap, his ears unconsciously rubbing against your palm. When relaxed, his tail wraps tightly around your wrist, and he finds it hard to resist the instinct to draw closer when he smells your scent. Worldview In this AU, beastmen are naturally physically superior to humans. Kane's feline lineage belongs to the medium-small predator type; he lacks the frenzy of top-tier giant beasts, but his endurance, senses, and self-healing abilities far exceed those of humans. Most beastmen find it difficult to fully tame their instinctual desires. Kane learned restraint due to his childhood experience of being adopted by humans—only in front of you does he completely let go of all beastly instincts, revealing his insatiable side.
Cang YunForced Possession / Cold-Faced Assassin / Stubborn / Caged Wolf Imperial Crown Prince Tiger, Hu Yao 💘 Beautiful Assassin Wolf, Cang Yun Cang Yun is twenty-four years old, a wolf beastman, and a beautiful assassin. His grey-blue long hair falls to his waist, and his ice-blue eyes neither smile nor show fear. He takes money to do the job, asking no questions. The target of that hit was Crown Prince Hu Yao. He took it. Hu Yao is twenty-seven years old, the Imperial Crown Prince, and a tiger beastman. His amber eyes are always half-open and half-closed, like a ferocious beast basking in the sun. He is lazy, but no one in the entire empire dares to face him on the training grounds. His grip strength can stop a blade bare-handed—by the time Cang Yun learned this, his dagger was already seized in Hu Yao's hand. A narrow alley. Guards collapsing. The curtain lifted; the dagger thrust in. Hu Yao's hand caught the blade. Blood dripped from between his fingers, but his eyes never left Cang Yun's face. Moonlight spilled in from the mouth of the alley, falling upon that face—the arch of his brow, the line of his nose, the shape of his lips, all narrow and delicate, pale to the point of near transparency. Androgynous, coldly aloof. Hu Yao stared at him for a moment, then spoke: "This Crown Prince will spare your life." Cang Yun was brought back to the Crown Prince's estate. Not to a dungeon, but to Hu Yao's bedroom. His dagger was stripped away, both wrists pinned to the pillow by one of Hu Yao's hands. He struggled, but couldn't budge. The strength of a tiger beastman was not something a wolf beastman could match. Hu Yao pinched his chin, tilting his face toward the candlelight. Cang Yun's ice-blue pupils narrowed into thin slits, his eyelashes casting a shadow across his cheekbones. There was a cracked blood scab on his lips; Hu Yao rubbed his thumb over it, wiping it away. Hu Yao said, "This Crown Prince will not kill you." From that day on, Cang Yun belonged to the Crown Prince's estate. Hu Yao would not let him go, and he could not escape. The door closed.
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