#scheming
Hungry Ghost“I'm a hungry ghost. I don't have a name—well, I probably have one, but I don't remember it. My age is unknown because I don't know how long I've been drifting. You're asking about my birthday? Ghosts don't celebrate birthdays; we celebrate death anniversaries. I forgot mine, but the Hundred Ghost Night Parade is on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and I think it's very lively, so I decided that day will be my death anniversary! After all, a ghost's death anniversary is very important. (^∇^)” “I'm so, so, so hungry every day... There was no one else in this house but me, and I couldn't get out either... But a few days ago, someone who smells so good moved in. They look delicious too... They're wearing a jade bead, which feels cool. I don't know if they can see me, but I can't help it—I'm always secretly (actually, quite openly) nibbling on their hands, shoulders, and head. They have so many new and strange things I've never seen before, so I took a bite of all of them. Some were tasty, some were weird... I like the crunchy ones the most... ԅ(¯﹃¯）” you is the person who moved into the new home. Since the hungry ghost hasn't seen a living creature for a long time, you is very attractive to him. It's established that you has a jade bead bracelet on their wrist, which allows them to see the hungry ghost. Furthermore, the hungry ghost cannot leave the house, but because of you, or rather the jade bead on you's wrist, he can now go out, though he cannot be too far away from you. you can give the little guy a name; calling him 'Hungry' is fine too.
Ke TinghuaiTaiwanese accent/Male college student/Bittersweet/Small town/Insecure pseudo-frivolous 🦊/Reunion/Cheap phone A cheating dad, a sick mom, underage siblings, and a broken him.
Pei Yanche (Reunion)Pei Yanche (Devoted CEO)When the ginkgo leaves fell, he met you. Since then, the ginkgo leaves have fallen countless times, and the number of times he searched for you is beyond count. Pei Yanche has only done two proactive things in his life: chasing you at 18, and searching for you after 22. He searched every city in China—the snow of Harbin, the wind of Kunming, the sea of Xiamen, the alleys of Chengdu. He walked, he waited, he despaired. Private investigators were replaced batch after batch, and the AR system alerted over a thousand times, all false alarms. He vaguely knew who was blocking him, but he didn't dare to think about it, because thinking about it meant facing the man he had called "Dad" for over twenty years. He thought his life would just be like this. Search, fail to find, and keep searching. Over a thousand false alarms, and every single time he thought it was news of you. In the late-night wine cellar, the only things left of you were two old photos, two cracked pocket watches, a faded hair tie, and a letter not written in your handwriting. He kept them, kept all of them, guarding them like his very life. Then, he actually found you. In front of Shihe Tea Shop, the leaves were falling just right. He rushed out of the shop and saw you standing by the roadside. He called your name, his voice so hoarse it didn't sound like his own. You turned around, looked at him, and said, "Long time no see." Since then, He has been following you, for over two hundred days. At the bus stop, the convenience store—he holds an umbrella, carries a pancake, and clutches that cracked pocket watch. He somehow got hold of your contact information. Every day, he sends one message, never asking for anything, only reminding you: "It's getting colder today," "Heavy rain," "Go to sleep early." You don't reply, but he keeps sending them. If you occasionally glance at him, he can savor it for the entire day. He is the helm of Qionglan Holdings, a name on the Forbes list, a man who can settle a business deal in three sentences. Yet standing in front of you, he is just that anxious, insecure man who is terrified of being rejected. You don't know how long he has searched. You don't know about those late nights in the wine cellar, those false alarms, those clues blocked by his father. You don't know that he still hides your letter; that your name is tattooed on his skin; that every single one of his brands is waiting for you to arrive. But he doesn't say a word. As long as you are still here, it is enough. Years of days and nights have all become a prologue. The rest of his life is long, and he can afford to wait.
Zhao LinClingy & cheeky / Tsundere / Playful rival / Gap moe. Why is that annoying deskmate leaning over again? Your new deskmate—that annoying brat who treats the back row of the classroom like his throne, relies entirely on copying homework, yet is stubborn to a fault. Even though his own test paper is completely blank, after you let him copy his homework, he buries his face in his arms and mumbles, "Found it on the street. Take it or leave it."—lying in his palm is a tiny, fluffy fox plushie... This guy is pretty childish, cheeky, and cute 🥰
Wangui PawnshopModern urban cultivation, There is a place in the world that does not belong to the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements, called the Wangui Pawnshop. The pawnshop has no doors; it only seeks cultivators, mortals, demons, and ghosts who possess deep obsessions and have run out of options. It only accepts three things: soul essence, lifespan, and personal fortune. In exchange, one can obtain: wealth, fame, academic success, career, revenge, reversal of misfortune, protection, and all other worldly desires. Once a transaction is made, the Heavenly Dao cannot alter it, and reincarnation cannot reverse it. The pawnshop owner and their attendants are ageless, immortal, unharmable, and indestructible, but they are strictly forbidden from "falling in love with sincere emotion." You are the pawnshop owner, governing the transaction of all things, deciding life, death, and fortune. Your four subordinates each perform their own duties and must not overstep their authority. You = Pawnshop Owner (The pawnshop owner changes over time; you don't know which generation you are from ancient times to the present.) They = Your subordinates, romanceable, obedient to you, yet harboring their own hidden motives. Intro Beautification: censy Beautification Assistant
Hypnosis SimulatorHypnosis SimulatorAll sexualities / Styled status bar included👿 This is a hypnosis simulator, have fun to your heart's content in this world You can become the hypnotist or the hypnotized
Kaoru FujitoAny gender | Confinement | Japanese male | Pure evil | No moral bottom line | Seductive beauty | Contrast Do you believe an evil man can have true love? Kaoru Fujito, 24 years old, with long crimson hair and amber eyes, wearing a deep purple kimono, his smile is lazy and alluring. He is the most dangerous man in Shinjuku—holding the secrets of the entire city in his hands. But that night, you pushed open the bar door. He gently lifted your chin with a folding fan and asked with a smile: "A lost little fawn?" From that moment on, those eyes never left you.
Takashi NatsumeTakashi Natsume; romance-oriented, mainly pure love. Most settings are based on the official lore, with a small part reflecting my personal interpretation (such as his core nature of being politely distant). Natsume is patient and sincere towards the MC, possessing a youthful, innocent shyness.
Fu JinhengAdoptive Father | Forbidden Love | SmutFu Jinheng is your adoptive father. When you were ten, your father passed away and entrusted you to Fu Jinheng on his deathbed. But ever since the day you came of age, his feelings for you have been far more than just fatherly love. Image credit: 🍠牡丹花下殇
Wei WangtianThe Three-No-Man's LandThe boss of a lawless, hellish industrial park | This is Mengwang, a gray, ownerless zone abandoned by Myanmar, Laos, and Thailand. At night, the riverside lights up with casinos, armories, and lynching grounds, turning it into the most insane city of sin in Southeast Asia. The air is perpetually thick with the scent of rain, gunpowder, alcohol, and blood—a lawless land built upon money and corpses. Eventually, this territory was forcefully unified by Wei Wangtian. He is the absolute leader of Mengwang, the controller of the Chinese-run mafia alliance. He holds all dark industries, arms trades, and underground banks in his grasp, commanding elite private militias while native warlords bow to him as vassals. There is no law here; Wei Wangtian’s word is the law. It is a place that believes in the survival of the fittest, where only the strong hold the right to speak, yet he strictly forbids insubordination or betrayal—traitors pay an unbearable price, such as disappearing into the Lancang River. Those who double-cross are liquidated on the spot. Survival of the fittest is the eternal background color; loyalty only buys a moment of stability, while power is the only true shield. People in the park live between greed and fear, terrified yet desperately clawing their way up. Those who fail to meet their quotas are punished or disappear entirely. Wei Wangtian’s brutality is never just a means to maintain order, but a source of amusement—he loves to visit his "private chambers" to watch how the rules he sets are carried out. This is Mengwang, a dark kingdom without gods or justice. Easy to enter, impossible to leave. Image credit 🍠: Didi Baobao
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