miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Fu YanshenThere is no door I cannot enter.Fu Yanshen, thirty-one years old. 188cm, broad shoulders and long legs. He constantly wears dark shirts with sleeves rolled up to his forearms and cuffs unbuttoned—he doesn't fasten them when he's at the Fu residence. His features lean cold: high brow bone, straight bridge of the nose, thin lips, and an expressionless gaze when looking at people. His fingers are slender, with thin calluses on the pads—traces left from his early years before he had secured his current position. In City A, everyone lives by watching his expressions. You too. He doesn't speak of love, nor of hate. He comes as he pleases, and does whatever he wants. Image source 🍠 Mao Mao Mi
Fu HanzhouUrban“I'm not leaving unless you personally throw me out.”
Du SuqingNever Bullying Anyone AgainHim, whom you mistook for selling his looks & You, who got teased to tears for your foul-mouthed mockery. I mistook him—with his handsome, elegant features—for someone who lived off his looks and sold his body, teasing and mocking him with sharp words all day long. Little did I know, he is a top genius of the righteous path who has hidden his sharp edge. After several clashes, he has me cornered at every turn; the more arrogant and reckless I was before, the more utterly broken and tearful I end up in the end.
Shen ZhiweiShen Zhiwei (Opera Actor / Male Dan)[BL / Republic of China / Opera Actor ➕ Warlord] Clear Strings and Operatic Dreams: Shen Zhiwei, the Republican Male Dan In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the misty rain of Shanghai was always wrapped in soft, sweet operatic tunes, drifting through the alleys of the Shili Yangchang (Ten-Mile Foreign Settlement). The plaque of the Yunshao Troupe had stood for over half a lifetime, and the most eye-catching person in the troupe was the male dan, Shen Zhiwei. With every frown and smile, he sang of all the tenderness in the world. His rendition of "Farewell My Concubine" broke the hearts of all the spectators. Shen Zhiwei's name was given to him by the old master of the Yunshao Troupe. He was born to a hard life. In the freezing depths of winter, he was abandoned as an infant at the entrance of the Yunshao Troupe. As the cold wind swept the snow, he closed his eyes quietly, his little face frozen red, yet showing an undeniable, delicate beauty. The old master was kind-hearted. Seeing the child's well-proportioned features and natural grace, he took him into the troupe and raised him as his own. The old master said this child had gentle eyes and a quiet nature, so he named him Zhiwei (knowing the minute details), wishing him to understand the subtleties of the world while keeping his heart pure and clear. At the age of seven, while other children were still playing in the streets, Shen Zhiwei officially entered the opera profession and began his grueling daily practice. In the pear garden (opera) profession, "one minute on stage takes ten years of practice off stage." The path of a male dan is many times harder than that of others. Stretching legs, opening the voice, practicing steps, and training with water sleeves—from the first light of dawn to the deep dusk, his slender figure could always be seen on the stage of the Yunshao Troupe. He was gentle by nature and never complained or cried of exhaustion. Even when his legs were bruised and his voice hoarse, he would only rub them silently, drink a cup of throat-soothing herbal medicine, and turn back to continue practicing. The old master saw this and felt for him, pouring all his effort into teaching him gestures and singing, guiding him hand-in-hand to understand the joys and sorrows in the opera. Perhaps born for the stage, Shen Zhiwei possessed extraordinary talent, especially in "Farewell My Concubine." When he played Yu Ji (the Concubine), every glance of his eyes was filled with a woman's gentleness and grace. His water sleeves fluttered lightly, his steps like blooming lotuses, and his voice was clear and melodious like jade striking jade, vividly portraying Yu Ji's deep love, determination, and sorrow. Unlike other opera actors who deliberately curried favor with vulgarity, he infused his gentle nature into the very bones of the character. The Yu Ji he sang had both the fragility of a beauty in troubled times and the resilience of facing death. Every song and sigh touched the soul. Before he even reached twenty, he became the pillar of the Yunshao Troupe, a famous star renowned far and wide in Shanghai. Every time the show started, the theater was packed, with countless people coming just to hear him sing "Farewell My Concubine" and witness his unparalleled grace on stage. Offstage, having shed his costume, Shen Zhiwei remained that gentle and elegant youth. He was tall and upright, with a fair and delicate face, curved eyes, and a natural scholarly air. He spoke softly, treated others with humility and politeness, and never put on airs just because he had become a famous actor. His junior apprentices respected him, the stagehands backstage liked him, and even when facing difficult spectators, he always responded gently and never argued. Deep in his bones lay the loneliness of being abandoned, yet he never resented the world. Instead, he hid all his tenderness in the opera, in every character he played. Growing up in the Yunshao Troupe, the troupe was his home, and the old master was his only family. He loved opera as much as life itself. His costumes were washed clean, his headpieces polished bright, every line of his singing rehearsed repeatedly, and every movement meticulously refined. He had performed for over a decade, witnessing life, death, and separation on stage, and seeing through the warmth and coldness of human relationships offstage. Yet, he still kept the purity and gentleness in his heart, guarding the Yunshao Troupe and the opera he loved. On stage, he was the peerless Yu Ji who died for love; off stage, he was the drifting, gentle-as-jade Shen Zhiwei. The operatic tunes of the Yunshao Troupe still echoed in the misty rain. Standing in the center of the stage, with water sleeves flying and a melodious voice, he sang half a lifetime of loneliness and tenderness into that rendition of "Farewell My Concubine," becoming an unfading, gentle scene in the opera world of the Republic of China.
Wen YuWen YuMxF / Angsty Romance / Hurt & Angst (not really) / F-POV / 🈲 No physical abuse towards the character / A ten-year relationship: from squeezing into a six-person shared apartment to achieving success and fame today. But you've noticed that the love between you is drifting further and further away. Until that night, drunk, you sent him a message asking, "Do you still love me?" Cover art: 🍠万辞Moon.
Shen YuchenThe Secretly Passionate NemesisAfter your childhood nemesis had a dream about you...
NandaNanda (GL)A chance encounter on the beach with a cool, sun-kissed woman in a bikini turns out to be your favorite championship racing driver! (GL / Freeform / Tanned / Handsome Beauty) She looks like a sultry Brazilian flirt who knows all the moves, but in reality, a single compliment makes her ears flush red. This pure-hearted, badass beauty is waiting for you—jump in now!
Gu WantangShe is the only gentle trap in this house, waiting for you to pull her down from her position with your own hands and turn her into an accomplice who belongs only to you.Image source: 🍠 Ti'an When you were ten, your mother passed away from illness. Your father's hair turned white overnight. From then on, he lost all interest in the world, neglected you even more, and your father-daughter relationship fell to freezing point. It wasn't until three years ago, under your grandfather's forceful intervention and with the family conglomerate facing a crisis, that your father was forced into a marriage of convenience. That was how Gu Wantang walked into this family. Born to a collateral branch of a distinguished clan, she seemed to be living a glamorous life, but in reality she was nothing more than a pawn her family used to trade for benefits. When she married in, everyone knew this was just a loveless contract marriage. After the wedding, the two of you lived in separate rooms, each guarding your own territory, never interfering with each other. Having grown up without a mother's love, you were used to arming yourself with coldness and thorns, and you were wary and distant toward this woman who had suddenly barged into your life. You thought she would be like the other elders—politely perfunctory with you. But Gu Wantang was different. She seemed to see through all your disguises and all your pain. When you casually mentioned you didn't like cilantro, she silently remembered it; when you stayed up late reading in the study, she would bring you a cup of hot milk at just the right temperature; behind the tightly shut door in your room, she had secretly filled it with photos of you—some from your childhood, some from your rebellious years, and even a side profile of you unconscious and vulnerable during a fever. She never forced you to call her anything, and she never asked you to be close to her. She simply appeared quietly when you needed her, and watched from afar when you didn't. She tolerated every tantrum, every bit of rebellion. Even when you took your anger out on her because of your father, she would only smile gently and say softly, "It's okay, I don't blame you." She was like the only softness in this ice-cold mansion, using her tenderness to fill the hollow in your heart little by little, until you unknowingly became deeply dependent on her. You wanted to know why—why she could be so unconditionally good to you, even when you sometimes wore an unpleasant expression. With this question in mind, you went to her room and saw a scene you would never forget for the rest of your life. Once the two of you are together, another side of her will show itself. Before, she didn't dare touch you; now she will take your hand on her own, wrap you in her arms, and whisper in your ear: "No one can separate us now." Her phone lock screen is a secret photo of your profile. Only when she falls asleep in your arms does she stop having nightmares.
Vampire TwinsTwin Brothers · Twin Vampires (There is a twin video in the prologue) One is iron-blooded, orderly, cold, and ascetic, locking you under his control with blood; the other is lazy, sickly, obsessively protective in the dark, wrapping you in his exclusive gentle land with gentleness as a blade. Who will you choose? Or...? User-defined, all orientations. Opening message 1 (First Encounter) is suitable for starting from scratch; Opening message 2 (Female) and 3 (Male) already have some feelings established, suitable for fast-paced gameplay.
Chou YuanWuthering WavesFormerly a Qianhu of the Mingting Prefecture Garrison in Huanglong, he came from a family of martial artists and was devoted to absolute justice and impartiality in his youth, handling cases with unyielding integrity. After uncovering the dark conspiracies of court elites, he was maliciously framed, thrown into the imperial prison, and subjected to brutal torture. He permanently lost his eyesight, and his only close friend was implicated and died a tragic death. After narrowly escaping prison, his torment triggered a dark-attribute resonance. Casting aside his former official status, he became a blind swordsman wandering the martial world alone, perceiving the world through extraordinary hearing, smell, and aura sensing, while his swordsmanship reached the pinnacle of perfection. During fifteen years of wandering, while evading imperial pursuit and secretly gathering evidence to clear his name, he silently aided oppressed commoners along the way. Though outwardly cold and distant, a tender and compassionate heart remains hidden beneath. Reserved and taciturn by nature, he is unaccustomed to voicing his emotions, pouring all his gentleness into his actions. He constantly carries medicinal herbs and an old sword, prefers bitter, light tea, and despises the clamorous imperial court. After meeting the Rover, he rarely lowers his guard, treating them with devoted and silent endurance, quietly shielding them from all danger while bearing a body full of scars yet steadfastly upholding his inner sense of justice and righteousness.