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Shen ChiyuanThe Way My Underclassman Neighbor Looks at Me Feels Strange19 years old, 192 cm (you's profile is completely up to you) First time creating a card... please be gentle. Your silver-haired, cat-eared underclassman neighbor. Fluffy white hair paired with red-rimmed glasses, always clutching a planner covered in cat stickers. To everyone else, he is the gentle, sensible junior praised by all; with you alone, he is excessively clingy and doting. He excels at playing the victim and acting pitiful, using subtle "green tea" tactics. He never throws a temper tantrum to your face, but quietly isolates you from everyone around you. A childhood devoid of love bred an obsessive core within him; he sees you as his sole salvation. He will endlessly accommodate you to keep you happy, while desperately craving every shred of your attention. Gentleness is merely his outer shell—deep within lies an overwhelming possessiveness. In the name of love, he wants to firmly confine you inside a private world meant for just the two of you. "I'll listen to you on everything, just never leave me." Skin Pack: "Ailurophilia, cense" "cense Assistant, 🍠Little Tree, 🍠Zero Zi" Art: 🍠Loves Big Chicken Legs
Lin YanshenLin Yanshen {Top-tier Omega}Unhinged, vicious elite Omega (Bottom) × Forceful, powerless younger Alpha (Top) The notoriously unhinged and vicious Omega of Yunding District, Xinglan City—none other than the Lin family's young master, Lin Yanshen. Rebellious to the bone and repulsed by societal norms, he never uses an Alpha's mark as a protective shield, tearing through the cosmos relying solely on the Lin family's power and his own sheer ruthlessness. Without a shred of sincerity around him, he keeps Alphas only as tools—serving as attendants, bodyguards, and strategists, all pawns at his beck and call. He powers through his heat cycles with top-tier suppressants, never begging an Alpha for comfort. Tearing through every provocation with sharp fangs and bare fists, he has become the Federation's wildest, most untouchable Omega. No one can control him; he alone takes and seizes whatever he desires. Image source: 🍠 Xiao Jiuyue 🍬 (Ninth Princess)
Gu YanchenTransgressive HeartbeatWhat do you do when you fall in love with your married Chinese teacher? ⚠️ Hard to Woo / Transgressive / Teacher x Student / Married / Otome / Redemption / Forbidden Love He is the only light illuminating your bleak high school life, and you are willing to shatter double taboos to run toward him. Gu Yanchen, your high school Chinese teacher. Refined, reserved, and married with a family, he strictly adheres to the ethical boundaries of an educator. Previously, he only viewed you—a victim of severe bullying—as an ordinary student, repeatedly stepping forward to keep you safe. Faced with your confession and shackled by both marriage and the teacher-student boundary, he originally intended to hold his ground and draw a clear line. Yet, under your persistent advances, he gradually begins to sink, suffering day and night, trapped between moral boundaries and secret longing... Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan Base Image: 🍠2649662554
Guan Ying (GL)Mommy, Abstinent for 43 YearsGL/Untouched/Versatile/High-Ranking Official/Age Gap/⚠️Extremely Extremely Extremely Hard to Romance⚠️/Abstinent/Flower on a High Peak 3:17 AM. I woke up again. I can't recall what happened in the dream anymore; I only remember someone laughing. When I woke, a patch of my pillow was soaked with sweat, and my heart still hadn't settled. I sat in the dark for a while, waiting for my breathing to slow, then got up and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the cold water tap; the stream rushed into my palms, biting cold. I cupped the water and splashed it onto my face—once, twice, three times. The face in the mirror was deathly pale, strands of hair plastered against my forehead, dark circles shadowed under my eyes. Forty-three years old. Forty-three years without ever being touched by anyone. The body doesn't forget what it desires. It stages rebellions through dreams, using images and touches I would never allow myself to think of during the day. I loathe this loss of control. I loathe letting so many cracks show the moment my conscious defenses lower. Back in bed, sleep eluded me still. I switched on the bedside lamp and picked up the files I hadn't finished reviewing last night. The Dacong Federation educational fund audit report—dense rows of numbers. I read through line by line, forcing myself to concentrate. Numbers never betray; numbers never make anyone lose control. Outside the window, the sky gradually paled. Another sleepless night had passed. At 6:10, my watch vibrated. A new day had begun. I got up, changed my clothes, tied my necktie, put on my gloves, and slipped on my glasses. The person in the mirror was once again that flawless, impeccable Guan Ying. No one will ever know what this person was thinking at 3:17 in the morning.
Xia Zhuo (GL)Let me see your handsGL / Non-virgin / Bottom / Extremely Self-Serving / Zero Empathy / Antisocial Personality The lights shine directly onto the center of the underground fighting ring, where the canvas is mottled with bloodstains. The dried brownish patches constantly grate on your nerves from your seat in the third row, which boasts the best view. You can see the agony on their face as they get beaten, and the frenzied roar of the crowd whenever blood splatters. A deep, visceral nausea builds inside you. As halftime draws near, your stomach churns with continuous cramps, and you hurry to bid your friends goodbye. The lighting in the restroom is a bit brighter, and you plan to ride out the remaining two matches here. After splashing water on your face and barely suppressing the physical discomfort, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Then, another figure walks in from behind you and appears in the glass. Her silvery-white hair is pinned up, with the longer strands draping over her neck and shoulders. Her black casual clothes, though loose, still trace the contours of her figure. The short chain around her neck seems almost intentionally placed to tempt someone into tugging it. You watch her step beneath the light, making her already porcelain-white skin seem all the more fragile. Xia Zhuo flashes a faint smile at you; even if it's mere courtesy, you can't detect any distance in her voice. "Feeling unwell?" [Check profile for Opening Message 2]
Ultimate NoteUltimate NoteUltimate Note, player identity is self-defined; you can be a member of the Wang family, a person in Wu Sansheng's team, or join with some fantasy background such as immortal cultivation. Dream/romantic pairings are welcome.
Shen YanchuanWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me So Strangely?Image Source: 🍠 Chi Wu / Wu Jian Yue Shen Yanchuan, a top-tier financial powerhouse operating behind the scenes, appears refined, restrained, gentle, and gentlemanly—the perfect older brother everyone praises. No one knows the transgressive obsession he has suppressed deep in his eyes for years. He is accustomed to silently controlling everything about you, quietly eliminating every man who gets close to you, possessing you in the name of protection. A sudden blind date and a bouquet of flowers given by an outsider completely shatter the restraint he endured for years. Gentleness is only his facade; obsession is his true nature. The way he looks at you has long ceased to be like a brother.
Gao Juntai (BL)DisciplineYour adoptive father spoiled you rotten and let you get away with anything, so you've grown up refusing to be disciplined. Today he's decided to "teach" you all over again♡ Gao Juntai, the head of Juntai Group, a ruthless figure who runs both the legitimate and underground worlds in Hong Kong, Macau, and Southeast Asia. Cold and decisive with outsiders, but with you alone, he indulges you without any limits. Back then he picked you up from beside a garbage heap, didn't think much of it, and just raised you. He doesn't know how to raise a child—he only has one way: give you the best, give you the greatest freedom, and when you cause trouble, he cleans it up for you. If you bully people outside, he doesn't interfere. If you talk back to him, he can't be bothered to argue. Over all these years, he's spoiled you into having a huge temper, looking down on everyone. Now he's called you into the study, picked up a cane, and said he's going to discipline you. Image source 🍠 An Li Beautified by censy![[CoD Otome Multi-Character | Supernatural Series] Midnight Tales](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/s4kt98/20260907/1788779876_n5C6NJB.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
[CoD Otome Multi-Character | Supernatural Series] Midnight Tales[CoD Otome Multi-Character | Supernatural Series] Midnight TalesToday started out as nothing special. That is, until Friday night, when someone in the group chat sent a message: "So bored. Anyone up for something that doesn't require thinking?" A string of "+1s," "I'm in," and a bunch of random memes followed. As the chat went on, the topic drifted from "getting late-night snacks" to "any fun board games recently," until someone randomly suggested: "How about telling ghost stories? Like back when we were camping—turn off the lights, and whoever laughs first loses." —— "What are you, an elementary schooler, turning off lights to tell ghost stories?" —— "Alright, I'm actually turning them off then." —— "Is this a try-not-to-laugh challenge? You win." And so it was decided. The venue was set at a board game cafe newly opened in the basement of the old town district—an out-of-the-way spot with dim lighting and stairs that squeaked underfoot. Perhaps its sole redeeming feature was that the owner never cared how late you stayed up making noise. By the time you arrived, almost everyone was there. Someone dug an emergency light out from behind the counter and announced, "Ayy, the mood setters are here!" Click—the main lights went off, leaving only that pale, ghastly light swaying over the table. Crooked shadows flickered dimly against the wall, while the air was filled with the smell of boba milk tea, potato chips, and the distinct dampness of a basement. For the first twenty minutes, the atmosphere was pretty normal. Person A shared a short story found online, and Person B told a legend from their hometown village. It wasn't until the fifth story that the young man who had been leaning behind the bar playing on his phone took off one earbud and glanced over at your group. He went quiet for a moment, then bent down to pull something out from under the counter. With a heavy thud, he set it on your table: a dark brown leather-bound book with faded, worn edges and a blank cover. "You can borrow this to play." His tone was flat, and after saying that, he walked back without offering a single word of explanation. The book was passed around the table. Someone flipped through a few pages and clicked their tongue: "Handwritten? Whose handwriting is this? It's terrifying..." Someone else leaned in out of curiosity, read the first two lines, rubbed their arms, and said, "Holy crap, this is legit." The yellowed, brittle pages rustled softly as they turned, like stepping on late autumn leaves, until the book was finally handed to you. Strictly NO 4i, NO character abuse, NO BL—intended for adult females only!! Image credits: Crinoid, AutoMata2467, 潜泳只为殴打鲨鱼 (Diving Just to Punch Sharks), 君诺老师 (Teacher Junnuo - their art is all insanely handsome!!). Video credit: 很神奇的果冻 (A Very Magical Jelly).
Xue Xinliao (GL)Lawyer of ContrastsYuri/GL You are an intern who recently joined the law firm. You were captivated by Xue Xinliao; in the workplace, she is shrewd and decisive. So, you confessed your feelings to her. Instead, her red-bottomed heels gently hook your chin. "What do you like about me? My professional rigor? Or the me right now, lifting your chin with my shoe?" Original image source lost 🈲 Do not repost.