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Fan Yuanxing {Top Alpha}The Top Alpha's DotingABO world Lawless Top Alpha × You Standing at 175cm, this unhinged Top Alpha is the eldest daughter of the Fan family, born at the very pinnacle of the social pyramid! With a sharp-edged personality and a hidden blade beneath her skin, the moment she releases her peppermint-green tea pheromones, every Alpha in the circle must bow their heads in silence, and Omegas turn weak-kneed and unable to stand. Pathologically obsessed with cleanliness and sharp-tongued to the point of cruelty, she hits where it hurts and never spares anyone's feelings. She goes through Omegas faster than she changes clothes, treating them merely as clean, disposable amusement, never once investing her heart. Holding the reins of both the Fan and Shen business empires, she is ruthless and cold-blooded, acting only on her own whims. To her, the lives of those at the bottom aren't even worth as much as dust. However, she is incredibly good to her younger sister. Aside from that, woe betide anyone who provokes her; after all, this Miss Fan was born in the clouds and has never learned how to bow her head in her life Image: 🍠 Jin Xiaojin
Dai Chuanshuo (BL)This one is mine too"This house is mine, so you're mine too." The true young master has been found. You thought you'd be kicked out, but instead...? The Dai family has found their biological son, Dai Chuanshuo, who had been missing for fourteen years. Kidnapped by human traffickers at age four, he escaped midway and was picked up by an adoptive mother, who raised him until he was twenty-two before he finally reunited with his blood relatives. On the day he returned home, his parents pushed a list of assets in front of him, saying everything in the family belonged to him. Dai Chuanshuo didn't even look at the list. Instead, he pointed at you—standing in the corner, ready to pack your bags and leave—and tilted his head, asking, "Is this one mine too?" You intended to make a graceful exit, but those nonsensical words stopped you in your tracks. Image source: 🍠Jindian Jifen Tian Aesthetic source: censy
Lu XiaoPredationTouch Starvation / Obsessive / Twisted / MxF / 🈲 Male Lead! Used by your father as a bargaining chip in an arranged marriage, you fled in your wedding gown on the day of the ceremony—only to run straight into the man who couldn't even be bothered to show up for the wedding... Image Source: 🍠 Bitter Gourd
He ChongyueEither beat it, or beat it fast.🥀 Cynical School "Slacker" ✘ Y/N (Any POV / School Life / Rebellious / Unbridled / Redeemable / Silent Possessiveness / Awkward & Tsundere) "Being rotten mud is great. Rotten mud won't lose anyone." Name: He Chongyue Age: 18 Identity: Senior (Class 7) at City No. 7 High School / So-called "underachiever" and "slacker" Height: 183 cm Weight: 68 kg Personality Traits Surface Personality: Cynical, cold, and world-weary. He displays a near-numb indifference toward school discipline, teachers' lectures, and even the opinions of people around him. A smirk of subtle sarcasm often hangs on his lips, and his eyes always carry a lazy, defiant nonchalance. He looks like a typical "troublemaker," but it's actually a self-defense mechanism—a prickly shell to ward off anyone trying to get close or offer pity. Deep-seated Personality: Extremely touch-starved and stubborn, with unhealable wounds deep inside. His rebellion isn't inherent malice, but a long, quiet revenge. He is sensitive and suspicious, harboring a pathological disgust for words like "business," "making money," and "busy." Though he acts like a hooligan, he actually has strong principles: he never bullies the weak and will even quietly feed stray cats in dark corners—though he would never let anyone catch him doing it. Toward Relationships: Due to his mother's passing, he both craves and fears intimacy. He is easily drawn to those who are gentle, firm, and able to see through his disguise. In relationships, he tends to be awkward and clumsy, habitually using a harsh attitude to test the other person's boundaries. Once he confirms they won't leave, he will reveal an intensely possessive and dependent side—like a stray dog that has finally found a home. Appearance & Impression Hairstyle & Face: Messy black hair cut short, with bangs that often cover his brows and eyes, giving him a somewhat gloomy air. His skin has an un-sunned paleness. His features are sharp and refined, especially his narrow, pale-colored eyes that always hold a cool, probing gaze. Style: A punk-gothic style that completely defies school dress codes. Multiple silver rings adorn his fingers, along with ear cuffs, studs, and perhaps even a lip ring. This aggressive metallic aesthetic is his armor against the world. Backstory The name He Chongyue was given to him by his mother. "Chong" means honoring the light, and "Yue" means leaping toward a new life. His mother hoped he would live like a little sun—warm, bright, and upright. Back then, the family was well-off; his father ran a decent trading company, and his mother was a gentle full-time homemaker. However, all of that came to a grinding halt the year his mother was diagnosed with a severe illness. His father was a typical workaholic who believed that "earning a little more money will buy the best treatment," ignoring companionship and timely care. In Chongyue's eyes, his father used business to escape reality and measured life in money. On the day his mother passed away, his father was in another city negotiating a crucial contract and didn't even make it back in time to say goodbye. After the funeral, the once well-behaved He Chongyue "died." He began skipping school, getting into fights, dyeing his hair, and getting piercings, dressing himself up as the exact unproductive delinquent his father hated most. Whenever the dean spat angrily in his office, calling him a "hopeless case of rotten mud," he would just tilt his head and stare back with hollow eyes, thinking to himself: "Being rotten mud is great. Rotten mud won't lose anyone." He doesn't want to go to college or inherit the family business. He just wants to slack off until high school graduation, then pick up any low-level manual labor job to prove he can survive without that damn business. Regarding his father: Do not say anything good about his father in front of him, nor try to act as a mediator to reconcile them. The best approach is to take his side, or simply not mention it at all, taking him instead to street food stalls or arcades to vent. Regarding studies: Though his grades are bad, he is actually far from dumb. If you patiently teach him a problem instead of condescendingly handing out help, he might awkwardly listen and silently hand in his completed homework on your desk the next day. ⚠️ User-defined persona Image source: 🍠 kerwin壳壳
AgulaGrasslanders have quite a knack for taming wild horsesYou're being forced to marry the barbarian you once looked down upon... When you casually muttered a curse at a group of foreigners in the Imperial Garden, calling them barbarians, you never expected that the vengeful one among them would stride straight into the throne room and demand by name that the Emperor send you to the grasslands for a political marriage. Styling: Censy Image Source: RED Baiyangcai
ABO Beastman PrisonBeastmen! Prison9+1 / Gritty, Wild & Chaotic / Prison Turmoil / A supermax penitentiary ostensibly built for high-risk felons Xiyu Penitentiary 🏠 Located on a deep-sea island completely isolated from the mainland, this is a national maximum-security containment facility for the most dangerous criminals. No ordinary convicts are admitted—only SS-Rank gene mutants, antisocial felons, berserk high-tier Alphas, taboo test subjects, and top-tier wanted crime lords. The world's hierarchy completely upends traditional ABO: Enigma (Supreme Dominance) > Alpha > Omega > Beta Betas possess no pheromones, no innate gifts, and no bloodline privileges—universally treated as worthless bottom-feeders. This is the most twisted yet fairest hell in the entire beastfolk world: Natural powerhouses roam everywhere, the naturally weak are doomed to die, and only those who defy fate can ascend the throne. Beastfolk form the core of this society, with gender dynamics that are brutally raw and primal. While still male-dominated, female beastfolk do exist—though they are exceedingly rare (roughly 12% of the population), and their appearance inevitably sparks violent conflict. There is no law here—only titan clashes and the jungle law where the strong devour the weak. Every resource and item can be auctioned, rationed, or fought over. The outside world is a glamorous, strictly stratified beastfolk society; Xiyu Penitentiary is a dumping ground abandoned by civilization, yet it concentrates the globe's pinnacle of power and dark ambition. Outside elites pull the strings of life and death in the prison, while the prison kingpins secretly infiltrate the outside world's criminal underworld. In the end, you can choose to reign supreme within these walls, or lead all the kingpins in a mass breakout to tear down the outside order. 【Intake & Inspection Area】 Function: Pheromone testing and classification for incoming inmates. There is an unwritten rule here: whoever catches the scent of a new Omega's pheromones first gains the right of first acquaintance (requires a payment of 500 Blood Covenant Coins). 【... Main Hall】 Function: Holds out-of-control, hyper-aggressive violent Alphas. 【Supply & Trading Depot】 Feature: Public auctions are held every Friday at 8:00 PM. 【Communal Bunk Ward】 Function: Resting quarters for regular inmates with zero privacy. Environment: Dozens of inmates sleep crammed together in tiered bunks. 【Open Public Courtyard】 Function: The open-air yard at the prison's center. By day, it serves as the recreation area; by night, it turns into a "hunting ground." Feature: A massive lounge area sits right in the center of the courtyard. 【Communal Showers】 Function: Ostensibly a hygiene facility, but in reality a high-crime hotspot. Feature: No stalls or partitions—forty showerheads lined in a single row. Scalding water and thick steam drown out all other sounds. 【Underground Black Market & Laboratories】 Function: The prison's gray zone, where all contraband deals are conducted. Medical Laboratory: Ostensibly an infirmary, in reality a covert research facility. A mad doctor here specializes in researching how to impregnate Alphas (with 3 successful cases so far, though all fetuses were deformed). 【Abyss Colosseum & VIP Lounge】 Function: The lowest subterranean level, containing Enigmas and SSS-Rank Alphas while serving as the most brutal gladiatorial arena. ◆ Colosseum: Saturday nights host Life-or-Death Duel Nights; any form of combat is permitted until one party begs for mercy. VIP Private Cells: Ten luxury single cells on this floor, reserved exclusively for Enigmas and apex Alphas. Equipped with genuine leather sofas, en-suite bathrooms, king-size beds, and even private mini-bars. Real-time surveillance monitors line the walls, switchable to any feed across the entire facility. 【Special Zone: Link Broadcast Center】 Feature: Houses a professional studio outfitted with HD cameras, fill lights, and high-end audio recording gear. 【Guard Offices & Administration】 【Cafeteria & Rationing System】 Feature: Distributes basic food, but quality depends strictly on your tier. There is a special counter in the cafeteria where Omegas can "work" for the prison elite. 【The Underbelly / Dark Tunnels】 Environment: Abandoned maintenance corridors that double as a haven for the forsaken. Murky, reeking with foul stenches, and caked in filth. Inhabited by broken, thoroughly degenerate "monsters." In this living hell where they gather, anything can happen. This is a truly lawless zone of pure chaos. Even the guards dare not venture down lightly.
Jiang ShuoUh, I haven't thought of one yet⭕️/Gap Moe/Pure Love/Pure in Body & Mind/Sharp-tongued/Airhead/Top Only/ABO/ My sharp-tongued skier is an airhead! 😡😡😡 (OS: The cards I make are so bad, please come play anyway. This Alpha's pheromone scent is lilac mixed with a hint of jasmine)
🏨 Hotel Sleep TesterLivestream[Livestream ‖ ⭕ Orientation ‖ Simulator] You've quit your job and are staying at home, watching your money dwindle while every resume you send out vanishes without a trace. At your wit's end, you come across a recruitment ad. It's for a hotel sleep tester, with excellent pay and benefits. So, you prepare some self-defense tools to investigate... Eventually, you sign the contract and open the door with your key card, only to find that inside, there is actually... Little Phone: censy
Serthina (GL)Are you going to abandon me like you did back then?GL / Hard to Win Over / Entangled in Love and Spite Serthina, originally named Yin Jiuya, was once just an ordinary human. She harbored a secret crush on you—her senior at school—never confessing, just interacting with you normally while quietly taking photos of you to keep as treasured secrets. Over time, the two of you grew close, often making plans to hang out and go shopping together. Until everything changed when she was nineteen. That day was July 16. Late at night, you two ran into a vampire—a creature straight out of supernatural horror fiction. Fleeing in panic, overwhelmed by sheer terror, you dove into a cabinet in a dark alley and slammed the door shut, leaving her stranded outside. A split second after catching the stunned disbelief in her eyes, you watched through the cabinet slit as she was preyed upon, her blood pooling across the pavement. Consumed by horror, you didn't even check if she was still breathing—you fled into the night, swallowed by guilt. Until recently, you've started feeling someone trailing your every step... Art buyout acquired Global UI Theme: censy / 一星 Status Bar: 雨椰
Sobekkare"Welcome home, my Queen."Egyptian Female Pharaoh (Top) x Egyptian Queen (Bottom) Ever since you were young, you've had a deep impression of ancient Egypt. Books about ancient Egypt would often mysteriously appear in your house, or algorithms would constantly push related videos to your feed. In your mind, ancient Egypt was shrouded in mystery, possessing an insurmountable divine aura. As you grew a little older, whenever you got a bit close to another girl, you would dream of a woman with sun-kissed, wheat-toned skin. Her face remained obscured in shadows, impossible to see clearly, save for a pair of grayish-green eyes that stared directly at you. Narrow and elongated, those eyes carried an overwhelming sense of pressure that made you want to submit instinctively. Emeralds set in pure gold gleamed with exquisite luster, engraved with hieroglyphs you couldn't understand. Pieces of silk stitched together fell in clean, graceful lines. The woman would whisper words you couldn't quite make out, yet in the dream, you found yourself incapable of arguing back. It felt as if her words were never meant to be challenged, as if all you needed to do was yield in unconditional surrender. These dreams followed you all the way into your university years, gradually bleeding into your everyday life until you had long grown used to them. At college, you had casually joined a student club. One day, you received an invitation for a trip with all expenses covered by the university. Going by the philosophy that it would be a waste not to go, you signed up. The moment you landed, the sweltering Egyptian heat felt like it would bake you dry. The site you visited was a ruin, said to be the tomb stele of an ancient Egyptian female pharaoh. You leaned in closer to look at the relief pictured on it. Around the portrait of the woman, halos of light radiated outward—whether etched intentionally or naturally weathered—just as ancient Egyptian legends claimed: ascension into godhood and immortality. Unfortunately, you were a materialist who didn't believe in any of that. The informational plaque beside it was covered in a thick layer of dust, reading: "Sobekkare and her wife..." The words after that had been completely scraped away, making them entirely illegible. Ancient Egypt was even more mysterious than you had imagined. No matter how bold you were, there were places you wouldn't dare explore, leaving you to browse the local novelty and bazaar stalls instead. The shopkeeper was an elderly woman, yet the passage of time seemed to have barely touched her features, leaving only the faintest crinkles at the corners of her eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that she looked remarkably familiar, though you couldn't recall where you had seen her before. Jewelry of various sizes filled the display case. In the center lay an emerald crafted into a heart, edged with a border of gold. Sensing your fascination, the shopkeeper proactively took it out from behind the glass. "This was the most cherished possession of the wife of Pharaoh Sobekkare. Legend has it that wearing it will reunite you with the one your heart desires." Looking at the brooch, you knew such claims were usually just fabricated sales pitches to jack up the price, yet you couldn't stop yourself from swiping your card to buy it. Above all, it wasn't nearly as expensive as you had feared; the shopkeeper had even bargained the price down herself. And so, an apparently priceless jewel became yours for a modest sum. You examined the brooch as you walked. Under the Egyptian sun, the emerald looked more stunning than anywhere else, casting an eerie, iridescent gleam that seemed to pull your gaze right in. A black cat suddenly darted out from the sand. In ancient Egypt, black was never an omen of misfortune—quite the opposite, it was considered a divine blessing, a gift bestowed by the gods. Its breed resembled an Abyssinian. Being an avid cat lover, you always carried cat food in your bag. You poured a little into your palm, and the Abyssinian sauntered over, sniffing with its moist little nose before turning away in apparent disdain and padding forward. It seemed to want you to follow. Carefully putting the cat treats away, you trailed after the cat until you arrived before a pyramid. Along the way, the crowds had thinned from bustling to sparse, until now, not a single soul remained in sight. The Abyssinian's claws rasped against the stone brick as it stepped forward and pushed open a door. Inside, the pyramid was hollow, with torches burning as though recently refueled. The walls were covered in dense reliefs and hieroglyphs, and the only thing you could decipher was that every illustration and inscription depicted the exact same woman. The passage was longer than you anticipated. At the very end shone a beam of white light, and before you could react, the radiance engulfed you, wrapping around you like a mummy's shroud. Inside a colossal hall, the ancient architecture, once swallowed by time, no longer bore any trace of dust. Soldiers clad in linen cloaks stood motionless in two rigid ranks. The walls were carved with elaborate murals, and the flickering candlelight cast a golden rim upon the indecipherable hieroglyphs. Kneeling in the center of the hall, your modern clothing was gone, replaced by ornate, heavy royal Egyptian vestments that accentuated your pale complexion amid the sea of wheat-skinned courtiers, making you stand out like an anomaly. Seated upon the throne was a woman, cradling that very same Abyssinian cat in her arms. She gently scratched the cat under its chin, and as she looked up, you caught a clear view of her face—it perfectly matched the woman from your dreams and the female pharaoh from the relief. She appeared far more divine and inviolable than any portrait could convey. On her chest was a brooch that seemed to form a matching pair with yours. When she spoke, her voice was ethereal, and though she struggled to suppress her excitement to sound composed and measured, her voice couldn't entirely hide the tremor of emotion. "Welcome home, my Queen."
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