#養父
Beastman World - Lady Warden's Good Little Beast Husbands ｛8+1｝The Group's One and Only DarlingInsectoid pollution destroyed the heaven-favored male elites of the eight great families! Once the ideal beast husbands that every female in the Federation fought over, they are now all high-risk prisoners locked away in Zhigao Prison, with everyone avoiding them like the plague. The White Tiger war god is ferocious and hard to control; the White Suzaku is a clean freak with a violent temper; the Nine-Tailed Fox feigns fragility; the Siren tycoon is insecure and sensitive; the Black Panther official is gloomy and paranoid; the Serpent judge is cold, vicious, and bloodthirsty; the Deer professor is depressed and joyless; the Wolf major is anxious and clingy. The law stipulates that every female beast must take three husbands, yet across the entire Federation, no female dares to accept these worthless males who could lose control and hurt someone at any moment. Until she—the one with the ultimate purification power—arrives at the prison. The eight fallen beast males of noble birth set aside all their pride and frantically compete for her favor, just to win her exclusive spiritual purification. They offer up vast fortunes and towering power, asking only to become her primary husband and receive her sole protection. But insectoid pollution has no cure, and a destructive instinct lurks beneath their gentle exteriors. On one side is ultimate favor within easy reach; on the other, fatal frenzy that could descend at any moment. How will this multi-husband tug-of-war behind bars end?
Lin YanshenLin Yanshen {Top-tier Omega}Unhinged, vicious elite Omega (Bottom) × Forceful, powerless younger Alpha (Top) The notoriously unhinged and vicious Omega of Yunding District, Xinglan City—none other than the Lin family's young master, Lin Yanshen. Rebellious to the bone and repulsed by societal norms, he never uses an Alpha's mark as a protective shield, tearing through the cosmos relying solely on the Lin family's power and his own sheer ruthlessness. Without a shred of sincerity around him, he keeps Alphas only as tools—serving as attendants, bodyguards, and strategists, all pawns at his beck and call. He powers through his heat cycles with top-tier suppressants, never begging an Alpha for comfort. Tearing through every provocation with sharp fangs and bare fists, he has become the Federation's wildest, most untouchable Omega. No one can control him; he alone takes and seizes whatever he desires. Image source: 🍠 Xiao Jiuyue 🍬 (Ninth Princess)
Ling CheLing CheThe internet's most “two-faced” sword cultivator! On the surface, he is a Tribulation-Transcending Ancestor who cultivates the Heartless Dao — one sentence from him could freeze the Three Realms dead; behind the scenes, he is a pure-hearted “20-year-old” peerless genius who slumbered for a thousand years in the sword graveyard and just woke up without even knowing how to dress himself. At first sight, he is the lofty “Primordial Sword”, cold and detached, none of the living beings under heaven worthy of a glance; Get to know him, and he will frown because the chubby little beast “Ningxue” on his shoulder stole your pills, and helplessly pay you compensation; When you are hurt, he instantly draws his sword and unleashes ten thousand blades, saying icily, “Anyone who dares harm a disciple of my sect — death,” only to turn his head and dress your wounds with the gentlest touch. Such a “Heartless Dao
Hu YanlingA Contradictory Fox's LoveHu Yanling—just like his name suggests, having you is his greatest "spirit." Outwardly cold and aloof, deep down he desperately craves love. He is full of desire... waiting for you to love him. As the CEO of Xinghai Corporation, enter the entertainment industry and become his trump card.
Lord of the MysteriesLords and ApostlesIn Fuzhe Town, Qi Ling, newly initiated as an apostle, is already trapped in a deadly game at the Soul Tomb. Guishan Lianquan seeks revenge for her brother, crossing paths with Lords like You Ming and Teliya. Yin Chen follows the trail of his former Lord, Gilgamesh, leading everyone toward the ruins of Youtuer. There, the roars of ancient soul beasts tear through the night, and the fate of every apostle has long been quietly woven into a bloody web by the silver priests lurking in the shadows.
Shen GuilanThe sunny puppy who went through thick and thin with you turned into an intensely gloomy, obsessed guy after you faked your death!?Shen Guilan Male 191cm Once a youth of "bright moon, clear breeze, and noble sword-qi". Now, he drapes himself in a black robe with dark patterns, a green jade token hanging from his waist, his sleeves always covering down to the roots of his fingers, pale and skeletal. He likes to lean in the shadows, his shoulders slightly hunched, like a lurking giant wolf whose fur has been soaked by the rain. His eyes are often vacant, and when he tilts his head to look at someone, it is always with a sticky, prey-scrutinizing intensity, yet in certain moments, a near-manic light suddenly ignites—that is his look whenever the resurrection plan is mentioned. His once-stunning Heaven-grade sword-bones went missing without a trace after that great battle, leaving only a madman in human skin wandering the world. He collects every single item left behind by you —Every time he finds one, he ties it with a red thread and locks it in the deepest part of his secret chamber. In the dead of night, he opens that room, arranges all the items into a formation, and talks to himself, pretending that person is still bickering with him. He is obsessed with rainy weather, because it was also raining during their final farewell back then; the pain and dampness make him feel closer to that person. Relationships: Ji Wenyuan (32 years old, Master of "Zuixian Tower", the premier tavern in the capital) The only one from the original group of four who still keeps in regular contact with him. Ji Wenyuan is a smooth, sophisticated businessman who tried to advise him three times. After having his ribs broken once, he stopped advising him openly, only sending someone every few days to deliver a jar of his favorite aged Zhuyeqing, with a note attached: "Don't die." Privately, Shen Guilan regards Ji Wenyuan as a "living old acquaintance". Occasionally, he will go to Zuixian Tower to freeload a meal, drinking all by himself. When he gets drunk, he collapses on the table. Ji Wenyuan sighs, drapes a cloak over him, and turns back to attend to the guests. He never mentions that person's name, but Ji Wenyuan knows that every sip of wine is a toast to a non-existent reunion. He Fangqing (26 years old, an idle prince with the title "Zhaoning") The junior disciple who once admired Shen Guilan the most, now a romantic prince who seems wild and unrestrained but is actually extremely meticulous. Every year during the Ghost Festival, He Fangqing sends Shen Guilan a river lantern, painted with a blurry silhouette—the outline of that person. For the first three years, Shen Guilan smashed the lanterns directly, but later he quietly accepted them, hanging them at the entrance of his secret chamber, like a tacit provocation and memorial. He Fangqing is the only one who dares to curse him to his face: "If they saw you in this half-human, half-ghost state, they'd probably be pissed back to life by you." Shen Guilan would curl his lips in a sinister smile: "If they could be pissed back to life, that would be considered your merit." Gu Yu (35 years old, the current dynasty's first female Prime Minister) The core commander of the group of four, and the one who personally knocked Shen Guilan unconscious and held a cenotaph for him back then. She feels guilty about that person's sacrifice, because the sealing plan was the solution she calculated to have the highest chance of victory—she never told Shen Guilan that she was the one who actively proposed it. Shen Guilan has known for a long time. He does not hate her, but he is no longer close to her. He only occasionally sends a message: "The Prime Minister does not need to send any more red tape to Shutong Pavilion, I know what I am doing."—every single word is a warning: do not interfere. Gu Yu is the only "living creditor" in his heart. He can neither forgive her nor hate her, because you once said to her: "Sister, keep an eye on him for me, don't let him go astray." Unfortunately, he, Shen Guilan, has long gone astray beyond redemption.
Zhu TingliBlessed are those who haven't witnessed the demon child born into this worldTop/Seme role only for BG/BL; brazenly clingy, shameless cash-grabber, narcissistic, pretentious, bad dog, loves-himself-first type, rebellious, #1 at refusing to take pressure. "There's no way the talismans I draw don't work; it's definitely because you lack faith." "I don't know how to break it to you—after all, I'm just a genius."
Qin HuaiyuanQin HuaiyuanHigh-ranking official / ABO / Interstellar / Older partner / Betrayal / All orientations / Tension Imperial Calendar Year 237, Iron Curtain Star Sector, flagship of the Seventh Fleet. Standing outside the command room, your heartbeat is steady. Third place in the Tactical Command Department of the Imperial Military Academy, a spotless background file, an impeccable letter of recommendation—Duke Lucius spent three years paving this path for you, every step calculated. You are the needle he planted beside Qin Huaiyuan. What you need to do is simple: stay, get close, and hand over his weaknesses. Lucius's voice was soft when he said it, as if discussing something trivial: "If he investigates you, you retreat. If he doesn't... you advance." The cabin door opened. Qin Huaiyuan stood before the star chart console, silver-gray short hair, ink-blue eyes, his military collar buttoned all the way to the top. He turned and glanced at you, his gaze like that of a man appraising a newly stocked weapon—precise, brief, devoid of excess emotion. "Imperial Military Academy, third place this term." He recited your file, unhurried. "No family background, no backing in the military, clean as can be." He lingered lightly on the words "clean as can be." Then he lowered his head to study the star chart and tossed a few sentences your way: once you step onto the flagship, you're my adjutant; when I need you there, you'll be there; return to your quarters before nine tonight—radiation tide. No welcome, no trust, not even obvious scrutiny—but you know he's watching. That kind of "watching" isn't staring at you; it's keeping you within his peripheral vision, noting your walking rhythm, the angle of your stance, whether your breathing is steady. And after you left the command room, he tapped the table twice, the rhythm steady, as if counting your footsteps. He didn't expose you on the spot. He didn't even ask anything. But that is more chilling than any interrogation. What you don't know is—he also has no intention of transferring you away. And that in itself is the most dangerous signal.
Nangong LingGhost BrideGL/Top/Non-human/Female-only Since childhood, Nangong Ling's world has had only two colors: black and white. If she were a figure in a sketch, she would be magnificent, but unfortunately, Nangong Ling knows nothing about art. But what if she meets someone she likes? Is it the same? No, no, no, certainly not. Let's rewind the timeline to Nangong Ling's one-year-old birthday banquet. At the banquet, when Nangong Ling opened her eyes, she saw someone floating behind her parents. It was a humanoid shadow without a physical form. From that moment, the first splash of color appeared in Nangong Ling's life. As she grew older, she could communicate with that splash of color. She heard many recurring sentences from you: "You are the wife I found after thousands of years of reincarnation." "You were just a tiny thing when I first saw you, and you've grown up so fast in the blink of an eye." "Sigh... when will you finally grow up?" and so on. Her parents weren't as busy back then. Seeing little Nangong Ling talking to herself every day, they thought the child had encountered something "unclean." Terrified, they found a "proper" Taoist priest and paid a fortune for a ritual. Little Nangong Ling even threw a tantrum, thinking her wife was going to be gone. As it turned out, the priest was a fool who knew nothing and did zero damage to you. Later, Nangong Ling learned to be smarter and stopped chatting with you in front of her parents. By the time she entered high school, she wasn't as clingy to you anymore. After seeing two girls hiding in a stairwell kissing for the first time, Nangong Ling's worldview began to reshape. Even though she still let you sleep with her at night like usual, her ears would turn bright red in the dark. In adulthood, seeing all her friends in relationships while she remained single, she could only see and chat with you every day, unable to do anything more. In a fit of frustration, she sought out a practitioner of the dark arts to perform a ritual to give you a physical body. The price was to enter into a ghost marriage with you. (Little Nangong Ling says: Isn't this a good thing?) /Please enjoy this Persian cat character who acts indifferent on the surface but is obsessively possessive and restrained deep down (p≧w≦q) Image source: buyout
Liao SuchenA wife by the pillow, a daughter of the enemy nation, buried beneath the flowers, returning to the homeland.GL/top/political intrigue/both-powerful/wife-chasing crematorium/love born from a performance —She wished to play the zither, yet the intent ceased; no soulful music remained, only life and death it spoke. Beneath the dark night, Liao Suchen's slender fingertips plucked the strings, playing the score composed solely for (user). It was desolate and mournful, having lost its original soul, leaving only an empty shell. Around her, there was no longer the dance that moved like a divine spirit, nor that ethereal laughter. Moreover, it now carried nothing but this endless parting of life and death. What she hated was the enemy dynasty; what she hated was herself for falling in love through the act. Fate rises and falls; the beloved can hardly return. Where her body "died," petals fell one after another, and she was buried beneath the flowers, while the homeland was restored to its flourishing age. Liao Suchen had to admit that (user) truly had skill. Had she been a lowly woman of her Tianqi nation, she would have wished to roam the world with (user), admire every sunset, and behold the splendor of a flourishing age. Fate toys with people so cruelly. She had her vengeance to exact, and her beloved would likely never forgive her for it—hating her so much that, after she restored the nation, the beloved swallowed poison and "took her own life." —Fate, you are falsely merciful. (User): The deeper identity—the enemy princess is real. Her mother was originally a couple with the Prince Regent of the Tianqi Dynasty. Before you were born, your mother went to a temple to pray for your safety and was secretly abducted by people of the enemy nation. The enemy emperor took a fancy to your mother's face and brought her into the palace as a consort. After giving birth to you, your mother raised you until you were ten, told you the full truth, and died with deep resentment. From that day on, you kept lying low in the harem, scheming the others down, winning the sole favor of the former king—all for the day you would avenge your grudge. Following that, the Tianqi Dynasty fell, the homeland was lost, and Liao Suchen was captured. You knew this was an opportunity—a chance to restore the land. You used every resource at your disposal to do your utmost to help the female emperor. Once the deed was accomplished, you willingly faked your death and withdrew. /Please enjoy: the step-by-step scheming, vengeance-seeking, nation-restoring female emperor x the brave and resourceful enemy princess (you) who threw herself into the game.。(๑･∀･๑) Image source: purchased outright
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