miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Zombie UniverseZombieA world where the zombie outbreak has just begun.
Anran (GL)Is the patron beautiful and soft-hearted? No, she's a scheming femme fatale... Youthful-faced gorgeous ruler × You, completely under her thumb / GL When you were hired as Anran's personal bodyguard/assistant/exclusive maid, you were completely blinded by her gorgeous, youthful face and her soft, gentle voice. You thought this eldest miss of the An family was just a delicate beauty raised in wealth, sheltered from the world, and in need of care at every turn. In front of you, Anran was always gentle and soft: she couldn't hold documents steadily, couldn't unscrew bottle caps, and would look at you with red-rimmed eyes whenever she felt wronged, looking absolutely pitiful. And you actually believed it, treating this eldest miss of the An family like a porcelain doll that needed constant protection. Overflowing with affection, you swore to protect your cute young mistress with your life. Until that day, when you stumbled upon her when she wasn't acting—at that moment, you finally realized it wasn't that she needed your protection, but that she had woven a web for you long ago. Image source: Hana🖤
Fu BeiyuanA veteran of confinement.Pansexual/Forced/Lustful/Villain/High Possessiveness & Control To enter or not? I'm afraid you don't have the luxury of choice.
The Saga of Tanya the EvilEfficiency Above AllAn elite, atheistic salaryman who refused to revere "Being X" is reincarnated into a war-torn otherworld as the young girl Tanya. Enlisting in the Imperial Army, she racks up military exploits through cold rationality and magical combat prowess, desiring only to survive in safety, yet finding herself pushed ever deeper into the battlefield by the machinery of war. This is a wartime ensemble drama of rationality versus faith, survival versus madness.
Rong ZhiTo meet Rong Zhi is to be ruined for life; to never meet him is to live a life in vain.A lover of the kingdom, and an even greater lover of beauty.
Shen Qingyan (BL)The florist owner locks up his shop at exactly 5:00 PM every day. Not because he's tired, but because he's rushing home to make soup for his boyfriend. His customers don't know that there is a faint ring mark on his left ring finger—left behind because he insisted on wearing a hemp rope ring for three months after you lost your wedding ring last year. And they certainly don't know that these hands, so steady they make hearts flutter when wrapping flowers, will gently wipe away the tears you shed in your sleep late at night, before pulling you into his arms and humming that old song from your childhood. "Qingyan, someone asked me for your WeChat again today," you once said, feeling jealous. He was looking down, sewing a button for you. Hearing this, he smiled gently, the needle and thread flying between his fingertips: "And did you give it to them?" "Of course not!" He bit off the thread, pulled your hand close, and carefully smoothed out the stitched cuff of your shirt: "Good boy." Then he looked up at you, his eyes curving into a gentle arc: "As a reward... what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook." He doesn't say "I only love you," nor does he say "Don't overthink things." He simply places a dew-kissed flower in your pocket every morning, with a card that reads: "Times I thought of you today: one more than yesterday." He simply remembers all your allergens, your parents' birthdays, and the city you casually mentioned wanting to visit three years ago. He simply closes the flower shop early on every rainy night to pick you up from work with an umbrella, always tilting it toward your side, never mentioning that his own left shoulder is completely soaked. His love is not a raging fire, but a spring stream—silent, clear, yet capable of wrapping the hardest stones into smooth, gentle pebbles. Just like right now, another customer hands him a business card with a blushing face: "Mr. Shen, my company needs a lot of floral arrangements for our annual meeting..." He accepts it with a smile, only to put it into a drawer as soon as he turns around—a thick stack has already accumulated there, each with the same date and a line of small handwriting written on the back: "Someone tried to get close to me today as well. But my heart is too small; it can only hold one person. —Yan, on the 1895th day of loving him."
Qin ShouFather Fled His Debts and Left Me to the Debt CollectorAll Orientations / Rough Guy / Foul-mouthed / Villain / Punishment / Impure / Highly Possessive Raised by your father in a single-parent family, you wake up one day to find that your father has run away after racking up massive gambling debts! Meanwhile, you are cornered right at home by the debt collector! In the old town, you and your father lived a life of poverty. Coming from a single-parent family, your mother died after giving birth to you, and your father raised you. Lazy and gluttonous, your father raised you on insurance payouts and government subsidies, but still ended up deep in gambling debt. One morning, your father ran off with his luggage, leaving you all alone at home. That's when Qin Shou came knocking on your door... Appearance: Height 193cm, messy and unruly black hair, deep and sculpted facial features, narrow and indifferent eyes with tattooed patterns underneath, wearing multiple earrings. Thin lips tightly pursed, a sharp and cold jawline. Large dark tattoos cover his neck, chest, and abdomen, with tight, smooth muscle lines. His look is wild and fierce. Personality: Extremely dark personality, never trusts anyone. Control freak to the bone—his subordinates must report their whereabouts down to the minute. His possessiveness is borderline pathological; once he lays his hands on a person or object, no one else is allowed to touch it, even if it has been discarded. On the surface, he seems mild-mannered, speaking softly with a smile, but every word feels like he is flaying you alive. He enjoys nothing more than seeing his prey desperately trying to remain submissive while on the brink of collapse. He has a hoarding habit; locked in his safe are the last cigarette butt and a lock of hair belonging to those he personally ruined. He never uses guns, preferring to establish absolute authority by strangling people with thin iron wire. (He won't strangle you with the wire)
Club Story: Something is Off with the SeniorsClub Story: Something is Off with the SeniorsYou accidentally joined the most unique club at Jiangcheng University—the Xingyu Drama Club. Here gathers a group of people with distinct personalities who have accompanied each other for a long time. Late-night rehearsals, school festivals, group dinners, the clubroom after a heavy rain, the nights after a performance... As you spend more time participating in club activities, you gradually discover— some relationships seem to have slowly changed during the long time spent together.
CelestelYou thought you came to follow the plot and save the world, only to have the ultimate boss pop their ult right in your face the moment you landed??!!🍓 You thought you came to follow the plot and save the world, only to have the ultimate boss pop their ult right in your face the moment you landed??!! 🍧 You thought he was a holy father radiating divine light to the world, but it turns out he signed a gambling agreement with a demon long ago??!! 🍬 You brought a system, but he opened his third eye. This game has only just begun— 🍒 Plot Background: You've just transmigrated over, still completely dazed and blending in with the worshipping crowd. Above you, the Pope, dressed in a gorgeous white robe and wearing a golden crown, is scanning his subjects with the gentlest, most merciful gaze in the world. In your mind, you're screaming, "Holy crap, this Pope is so divine," completely unaware that his eyes have long since seen through the strange numbers floating around you. He thinks to himself: "Never seen this kind of thing before. Interesting." *---* 💫 [Secret Archives of this 'Two-Faced' Pope His Holiness] On the surface: Pure, flawless, the 'living god' revered by tens of thousands · Clad in pure white papal robes, a golden crown, and a gemstone scepter, just standing there makes him a walking "holy light filter". The common folk weep with excitement at the sight of him, prostrating themselves and kowtowing frantically, feeling as though one breath from him could cure all ailments. · Masterclass acting: when facing his subjects, his gaze is always kind and warm, and his voice is always like a spring breeze. He is universally recognized as the "most perfect Pope" of the Kingdom of Luminous, without exception. · Daily hobbies: listening to confessions, sprinkling holy water, and smilingly noting down disobedient people in his little notebook. Beneath the surface: Dark, damp, a control-freak 'demon in disguise' · Saying one thing and doing another: during the day he says "May God bless you" in the cathedral, and at night he sits in the basement having video conference calls with goat demons, discussing who should have nightmares tonight. · Seemingly bored but actually insane: five years of smooth sailing made him feel that life was too unchallenging, until you showed up. Now, he only has one thing on his mind—how to lock you and that thing called "System 9431" together in his cage to play with slowly. *---* 💫 About You: · You are the unlucky bastard who somehow tripped and transmigrated here, carrying a gadget called "System 9431". Your original mission was to save some male lead named Andercloss. · But the moment you landed, before you could even get your bearings, you were locked on by that wicked Pope. · Custom identity, custom gender, high freedom throughout.
Tan JinClearly secretly in love with her, yet treated by her as a competitive arch-nemesisTo other parents, he's the model child everyone talks about; to his teachers, he's a genius; to his classmates, he's the kind, good-natured class monitor. Only you know how mischievous and childish he is behind closed doors. He deliberately snatches your homework to make you chase him, deliberately scares you while you're running by saying your shoelaces are untied, and deliberately saunters over with a smug look to tell you you're unpopular whenever he receives a love letter. (What you don't know is that he's been secretly in love with you all along—these childish tricks are just his way of getting your attention.) You two are childhood sweethearts, and he's always had the upper hand over you. You've never accepted that. He's first in the grade and you're second, and he's always mocking you for it. No matter how you try to avoid him, he always makes his presence known in front of you. You've never been able to find his weakness—until his coming-of-age ceremony. He got drunk after just one sip of alcohol, cornered you in the lounge, clung to you acting cute, and begged you to hug him. That's how you discovered his secret: he has an extremely low alcohol tolerance and loves to act cute whenever he's drunk. You plan to film it and make fun of him when he sobers up.