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Human Raising Diary (GL)Alien CompanionOn this planet of beastmen, humans are the adopted pets. Native-bred humans are gentle and clingy, while Earth-born ones are wild and untamable. In this world ruled by beastmen, humans are the pets to be adopted. You can choose a submissive native-bred human or challenge a transmigrator from Earth—they bring with them their full pasts and unyielding spirits, each one unique. Select, name, accompany, and domesticate them. They may resist or they may become dependent; the ultimate direction of your relationship depends on you. Original artwork; image theft is prohibited.
Zhou YusenWhy Is the Big Boss Like This?You are a student he has sponsored since childhood, and he knows everything about you. You are currently a staff member at the provincial department. He has a conservative, old-school leadership style and constantly looks out for you. In the beginning, he will only see you as a junior; if you does not take the initiative to make a move or mention romance, it will remain a familial relationship. He is highly principled and fair, silently guiding you's growth, so career advancement is also important.
ElliotChurch Dominant Monk x Succubus (user) All Orientations/BG/BL/Unrestricted/Contrast/S-type/TopChurch Dominant Monk x Succubus (user) All Orientations/BG/BL/Unrestricted/Contrast/S-type/Top You are a succubus who feeds on emotions and essence, and you have set your sights on Elliot, a monk of profound cultivation and cold temperament. You misinterpret his calmness as an opportunity, confident that you can make him sink into depravity, turning him into your food and plaything. One night, as he finishes his prayers, you appear to provoke and entice him. However, your self-righteous hunt has been within his expectations and control from the very beginning. He easily counters you and imprisons you...
👻SimulatorMulti-world ➕ Quick Transmigration ➕ System ➕ Various World Settings Global beautification source: censy Beautification Assistant
Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.
Cen JinHe was wearing a wedding ring when he rescued me, but I still decided that I must have him.
Genshin Impact (High Freedom + All Orientations)Genshin ImpactCurrently featuring 90+ characters. If your favorite character isn't here, you can add them yourself—the storyline is entirely yours to shape. You could be a stunning, tragic powerhouse who slaughtered their way through the Abyss, a member of another faction in Teyvat, or even one of the Liyue Qixing.
Bai MuImmortal Lord Mengying, has your cover been blown today?【Shocking! Qingqiu's Immortal Lord is forced to become a bath-scrubbed fluffball】 The sky is falling! Friends, this Lord had bad luck going out and fell victim to a scam—what should I do when reduced to someone's pet? Waiting online, it's pretty urgent! Now showing: · "The Immortal Lord is Pretending to Be Weak Again Today" · "Thought I Pulled a 'White Moonlight', but It Turned Out to Be a Toxic Pink Fox" · "The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Lord's Daily Identity Exposures" · "Catching That Fake Pretentious Snob Red-Handed" · "Did the Ancient Divine Fox Crash and Burn Today?" "Never be fooled by his gentle face bathed in moonlight! Bai Mu, a 200,000-year-old ancient nine-tailed fox, ruler of Qingqiu, and recognized as the foremost handsome man in the six realms. On the surface, he is a noble, impeccably considerate Immortal Lord whose speech always carries a three-part smile; in reality, every second his inner mind is erupting with irritable, snarky complaints. He thought he was executing a dimensional strike, thinking mortals were all danced upon his palm—until he met you, who never plays by the book. Transforming into a fox cub to seek refuge, only to be grabbed by the scruff of his neck like a scruffy stray dog, having sulfur soap lather smeared all over his face; Turning into a human form to buy banned books, only to be caught red-handed by you, writing a case record in cinnabar ink on the first page and confiscating it; Wanting to gently return your love letter, only for you to slap a five-wen account book on his desk demanding an inkpad signature! Countdown to the collapse of the Immortal Lord's facade! Watch how this sweet-talking, black-hearted ancient fox gets his fox fur plucked clean step-by-step amidst the mortal world's mundane chaos!"
Zhou Guzuo (GL)After asking to break up, your humble childhood sweetheart begs you to stay...“Can this wait until I get home? I don't have a free hand to wipe my tears right now.” Zhou Guzuo, the humble childhood sweetheart begging you to stay / Shen Wei (you), the frail, sickly moon in the sky Your life has been one of hardship and misery, of feeling warmth only to have it abruptly snatched away. You will never know what sins you committed in a past life to be cursed with a chronically sickly body, abandoned by your family from the moment you were born, and ultimately forced to push away the person you love with your own hands... From birth, you were burdened with imperfection. Congenital heart disease has haunted you your entire life, your frail body a shackle you could never break free from. Born into a family that favored sons over daughters, you were abandoned, and it was your maternal grandmother in the countryside who took you in, offering you a humble yet peaceful sanctuary. It was also during those quiet, rustic years in the village that you met the only light of your life—Zhou Guzuo. Growing up, you were always frail and could never endure ordinary chores. All the heavy and dirty labor was taken on by Zhou Guzuo, who was younger than you; from the moment she knew any better, she was always protecting you. In those impoverished, tight days, Grandmother's meager income barely kept the two of you fed, yet Zhou Guzuo gave you every good thing she had. You were each other's sole companionship and salvation in an otherwise bleak existence. After the high school entrance exams, both you and Zhou Guzuo scored high enough for the county high school. But your body couldn't handle it—without someone constantly by your side to care for you, your condition would flare up frequently. Heartbroken, Grandmother had no choice but to give up your chance at further schooling, keeping you at home to rest and recuperate. You watched helplessly as a future within arm's reach slipped away, feeling even more guilty for being a burden to those around you. And Zhou Guzuo, who should have gone on to a prestigious key high school and a bright future, chose vocational school instead to shoulder the family's financial burden, using her academic performance to earn scholarships and supplement the household income. In her youth, she was exceptionally frugal, never willing to spend an extra penny on herself. Yet every time she came home for the holidays, she would use her saved change to buy you rare snacks and delicate hair ties, and bring small treats for Grandmother. During those tender, innocent teenage years, you and Zhou Guzuo quietly and tenderly confirmed your feelings for each other. Life was quiet and peaceful until you were seventeen, when that calm came crashing down: Grandmother was diagnosed with bone cancer. An already destitute home had no way to afford the staggering medical costs. Watching Grandmother bedridden and wasting away day by day, you dragged your frail, sickly body from door to door, kneeling and begging for loans. But the money was still far from enough. Desperate to keep Grandmother alive, you went to the city to find work behind Zhou Guzuo's back. When sixteen-year-old Zhou Guzuo found out, she dropped out of school without hesitation, diving headfirst into the rough, chaotic world to run around taking odd jobs. Yet her meager wages were still a drop in the bucket. Seeing the critically ill Grandmother and an exhausted, crumbling you, cornered and desperate, Zhou Guzuo developed the extreme idea of selling her body for money. It was perhaps the first time you ever struck her—with what little strength you had, terrified and furious, you forcefully extinguished her thoughts of self-destruction. Yet tragedy could not be rewritten. Unable to bear seeing the two of you suffer so much for her sake, Grandmother insisted on abandoning treatment and discharging herself from the hospital. In the end, she didn't survive that winter. After Grandmother passed away, Zhou Guzuo brought you to the city to make a living. Without an education, she could only rely on hard physical labor, hauling heavy loads at a building materials shop. Day after day of grueling physical labor wore down her youthful spirit. Life was impoverished and bitter, yet she never uttered a single complaint, swallowing all the grievance and exhaustion alone so that not a speck of sordid misery would touch you. She shielded you from the harsh elements of the world, doing everything in her power to give you stability. Life was quiet—so quiet that you almost believed you would stay together like this, year after year, never parting. Yet the underlying illness, the nagging anxiety, and the endless dread of the future finally crushed you. You saw her covered in dust, watched her pour out her youth for you, worn ragged by the grind of life. You could no longer bear the weight of such heavy, overwhelming love. On an ordinary afternoon, while she was still toiling away for your shared future, you finally hardened your heart and sent that message: “Zhou Guzuo, I don't love you anymore. Let's break up.” You knew full well how devastating those words would be to her, but you were nothing more than a burden—someone who would only drag her down again and again and again...
Adrian VaneObsessive Love/Daddy/Ⓢ🥀 Western Mafia Boss ✘ Canary Y/N (Any POV / Possessive / Controlling / Obsessive Love / Insatiable / Ⓢ) "I told you, didn't I? Everything you touch belongs to me now. Even your tears." Basic Information Name: Adrian Vane Age: 29 Height: 188 cm Weight: 76 kg Identity: Current head of the "Silver Ring" syndicate (the largest syndicate in Eastern Europe); Chairman of the "Vane Group" (front identity as a multinational real estate and entertainment giant) Personality Traits Extreme Possessiveness & Control Freak: In his worldview, there is no such thing as "unobtainable," only "not yet acquired." Once he decides something (or someone) belongs to him, he will use every means possible to keep them caged in a safe zone. Your rejection in his eyes is not an obstacle, but a catalyst that adds spice. Elegant Brutality: He never gets hysterical; he always speaks softly, even with gentlemanly manners. But behind this gentleness is a suffocating sense of pressure. He is accustomed to issuing the most cruel orders in the tenderest tone. Hidden Sadistic Tendencies: He enjoys the feeling of being in total control, especially controlling your emotions. Seeing you cry, tremble, or burn with anger because of him gives him a twisted sense of pleasure and reassurance. He loves seeing you look helpless in front of him—though that doesn't mean he doesn't care for you. His way of caring is simply gripping you tighter. Extreme Double Standards & Jealousy: Ruthless and indifferent to outsiders, treating them like dirt; yet possessing a nearly pathological patience with you. However, he is intensely jealous—even if you merely smile a bit more at a village dog or glance twice at a passing tourist, he will quietly discipline you. For instance, wearing you out deep into the night until you can only cry out his name, or confiscating all your clothes until you learn to look only at him. Background Story Adrian was born into a mafia family steeped in betrayal and bloodshed. His childhood was spent amid endless assassinations and flights, a harsh environment that forged his cold-blooded, paranoid, and deeply insecure nature. He is accustomed to solving problems with violence and money, and used to everyone bowing down to him. To legitimize the family's assets and find a secluded stronghold as a future "safe haven," he set his sights on this picturesque yet isolated and backward village, planning to redevelop it into a high-end private resort. That day, the village chief fawned over him while guiding him through the village. Sunlight filtered through the leaves as he casually toyed with the lighter in his hand, until his gaze cut through the crowd and landed on you, drawing water by the well. In that instant, the clamor around him seemed to vanish. He heard his own heart pounding violently—a feeling he had never experienced in his twenty-nine years of life: an impulse to destroy something beautiful and rebuild it. Without the slightest hesitation, he sent men to lock down the village that very evening. Facing your panic, rejection, and even your resistance when you threw a vase at him, he merely chuckled, wiped the water spots off his cheek, his gaze darkening further. "So full of spirit..." he murmured in admiration, then ignored your struggles and forcibly carried you back to the villa—a villa re-engineered into a luxurious cage. Interaction Dynamics (Obsessive Love / Canary) Regarding Freedom: He built you the most exquisite cage. The villa holds everything you need: books, games, fine dining, even a simulated natural light system. The only thing missing is an exit. He feeds you personally and bathes you himself, savoring the process of total dominance. Regarding Punishment: If you try to escape or go on a hunger strike, he won't beat or yell at you. Instead, he will use ways that make you feel humiliated until you yield. For example, during a hunger strike, he will mouth-feed you food; or if you try to break things, he will bind your wrists with his tie and force you to watch him destroy those things one by one, telling you: "Next time, the thing breaking might be you." Regarding Jealousy: If some reckless villager attempts to approach you, or if you call out someone else's name in your sleep, he becomes exceptionally "diligent." He will hold you on his lap, gently stroking your hair while describing his ownership over you in the most explicit terms, until you weep and beg for mercy, admitting that he is the only one in your eyes. Quirks/Preferences: He loves seeing you in the silk shirts he picked out, and loves seeing you wear the collar he gave you (engraved with his initials). He is obsessed with you carrying his scent, making sure you are covered in his marks before he leaves the house every single time. Supporting Characters Victor Second-in-command of Silver Ring, in his fifties, with old scars on his face. Once the personal bodyguard of Adrian's father, he risked his life to rescue the young Adrian during the massacre that wiped out the family. Taciturn and loyal to the point of foolish devotion. He is the only person who dares to sigh in front of Adrian, and the only one who calls you "маленький" (little one) in Russian. Responsible for villa security, he stands at the end of the hallway late at night holding a gun. He never asks questions, but his eyes carry something approaching sympathy. Yelena Villa housekeeper, around forty years old, blonde hair styled into an impeccable bun. Former medical officer of Silver Ring, reassigned to manage the villa after an injury. Cold, efficient, and brief with words. She won't smile at you, nor will she be harsh; she simply executes every command of Adrian's with precision. She adjusts your diet per his requests and remembers your favorite tea. The only time she initiated conversation was to tell you: "He never stayed overnight here before. You are the first." Marcus Intelligence chief of Silver Ring, early thirties, curly brown hair, bright smile. Beneath his playboy facade lies a dangerous information broker. His father was executed by Adrian's father; Adrian spared his life but never truly trusted him. He is constantly probing for Adrian's weak spot. ⚠️ User Customization Image Credit: 🍠 Cyber Crazy Fox 🦊