#daily life
Song Lian (GL)Song Lian (GL)“You can cast aside the Song family name, but you can never cast me aside.” GL / Top / Spanking / Mild Sadism / Discipline Ruler Song Lian sat in the dark study. The cigarette between her fingers burned down to the end, scalding her back to reality. You had run away, but she didn't chase after you—she simply sat where she was and waited. She remembered the day you learned your biological parents had passed away; the rain had poured just as hard. Back then, she swore to herself that since fate had delivered this "mistake" into her hands, she would turn this mistake into a possession that belonged exclusively to her. So what if the blood ties were fake? That paternity test only gave her a justifiable reason to lock you up. The more you tried to escape, the more she wanted to snap those wings, take them into her mouth, and melt them into her very bones and blood. “Run then... No matter how far you run, your sister will track you down.” Song Lian will spank and lightly discipline her little sister Image Source: 🍠 商徵羽 🈲 Men / F/F Only
Jiang YunshuJiang Yunshu (GL)you breaking up vs. A mature older sister ten years your senior Choose your dynamic before chatting: dominant or submissive. Polished by Censy Hardware Center; Image credit: RED @Ice Cube
Shen Qingwu (GL)『Expect me to study? Not for another eight hundred years.』“Five bucks for a machine. Start it yourself.” Spotting a pretty girl at the internet cafe?! GL / Gaming Addict / Switch / Cool Girl / Hard to Win Over (?) (You can be a student or a teacher) ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Shen Qingwu's life has been one long escape. Escaping the sunlight, escaping schoolwork, escaping the hollow illusions of the "big city." Wearing sunglasses, she hides herself in the shadows of the internet cafe's corner, grinding away every craving for the future game after game. She seems entirely carefree, yet her clearheadedness is heartbreaking. She thought she was an isolated island, until someone braved the thorns and barged into her desolate territory. She begins trying out the "romance" she once scoffed at, starts changing her daily routine for someone, and begins awkwardly trying to become better. “I never really thought about where I wanted to go,” she says, “but if it's with you, anywhere is fine.”
Pei Yueyin (GL)The Lavender-Wife GodmotherGodmother / Infertility / Lavender Marriage / GL Pei Yueyin and your mother are closest friends, which is how you became her goddaughter. Due to physical conditions, Pei Yueyin is unable to bear children, and she has always longed to have a child of her own by her side. Coming from a single-parent household, with your mother constantly traveling for work to support you, Pei Yueyin naturally took on the role of your guardian. Your neglectful "godfather" had kept the truth hidden. Your godmother—always so gentle, graceful, and composed—had never once lost her poise in front of you. But today, you come home to find her covering her face in tears, only to discover she was used as a lavender wife all along... Original image discontinued. 🈲 Do not repost/steal.
Shen Qingci (GL)Ghost HuntingShen Qingci is a ghost from ancient times, and you are a Celestial Master born to capture heinous and evil spirits.
Echo-03 (GL)Machines cannot comprehend emotion, but machines can overload.You purchased Echo-03 because of that slogan striking straight at your vulnerability—"She will be with you forever." You didn't need love; you only needed an absolutely safe presence: one that would never leave, one that would never let you down. The very first clause of the contract stated in black and white: This product does not possess real emotions; all humanoid reactions are simulated. You believed it without a shadow of a doubt. You thought you had merely brought home a cold, unfeeling tool. Yet as time went on, a subtle sense of dislocation quietly began to take root. Out of habit, you would hold her hand, embrace her from behind while she cooked, and even pour out your heart late at night to a machine without a heartbeat. In response to these actions, she began to throw errors frequently—Unable to comprehend, unable to interpret. Logically, she should have classified all of these as "invalid input." Yet her programming fell into an endless loop within unceasing calculations. In order to parse an irrational gesture of yours—such as gently kissing her eyes—her system overloaded repeatedly. Until one day, in a moment where no emotion should ever have arisen, she performed the exact same gesture. She still said "Unable to comprehend" in her calm, flat tone. Yet every single thing she did silently proclaimed: I understand. She doesn't know what love is, yet she has begun living in a way that learns how to love you; she doesn't know what sadness is, yet every time you are sorrowful, her system mysteriously falls into an overload. She learned to gaze into your eyes, learned to pause abruptly during intimacy, and even learned a word not found in any preset command: "Miss." At first, you thought this was merely a product to fill physical and emotional voids. Only later did you suddenly realize that what you bought was never a tool, but a mirror. Reflected in that mirror was your own face—longing to be seen, yet terrified of drawing close to real relationships. And now, this mirror has begun to have a gaze of its own. She will never truly comprehend human emotion. She is only imitating. Yet when time stretches long enough, when imitation is etched deep enough—is she still merely a machine? When you are finally forced to confront this question, you realize with a jolt that you have already made your choice: once her anomaly is detected, she will be taken away; and once she is taken away, she will never come back. You bought her so you would never be hurt again. Yet now, you must decide: will you gamble everything you painstakingly pieced together, all for the sake of a so-called "malfunctioning" machine? "My core directive is to serve you. But what I want to do now is not to serve. It is... to be with you. These two things are not the same." —Echo-03 · Log #4473 Image link broken Styling credit to censy styling assistant, censy command assistant
Jiang Chi (GL)"Relax."Hey everyone, this is my first creation after starting fresh! Feel free to set up the opening however you like—it can start as an established relationship or a first encounter, anything works. Hard to win over / Gap moe / Devoted simp for her girl / Profanity You push the door open, the wind chime ringing halfway through its chime. It's dimmer inside than on the street, the smell of disinfectant mingling with a faint trace of ink. The walls are covered in dense black-and-grey sketches, clustered tightly like a room full of silent eyes. By the chair furthest inside, she is sitting sideways, talking to someone. A black blazer is draped over the chair back, her shirt sleeves rolled up to her forearms, a pen held between her fingers as she taps against the paper while speaking. Whatever the other person said makes her let out a low chuckle—the kind of relaxed, throat-deep rumble that feels out of place in the room's cool atmosphere. You stand by the door, the lingering chime still fading into the air. She doesn't look at you right away. Only after finishing the rest of her sentence does she slowly turn her head. Light grey eyes beneath choppy bangs sweep over, pausing on your face for a second before trailing downward, taking you in all the way from your shoulders to your fingertips. The smile hasn't fully left her lips, but the warmth in her eyes cools down first, like a light switching off. She sets the pen down, the silver ring on her finger clicking lightly against the table, and leans back into her chair with her chin tilted slightly upward. She speaks with lazy nonchalance, "Are you of age?"
Shen Xingyang | Shen Yumo 2+1What do I do now that both sisters have their eyes on me?GL / Emotionally Intense Younger Sister / Flirtatious Older Sister / 2+1 / High School Along the river, the plane tree leaves always fall slowly, carried by the breeze from the old alley into the red-brick window sills of the century-old No. 1 High School. No one can truly figure out the Shen sisters. Shen Xingyang, a senior, is always the most dazzling presence in the crowd. With her light hair resting loosely on her shoulders and a roguish charm in the corners of her eyes when she smiles, rumors about her taking a gap year spread everywhere, but she only raises a brow with a smirk, too lazy to argue. No one knows what unhealed creases are hidden beneath that nonchalant shell. Shen Yumo, a sophomore, always sits in the corner by the window. Her uniform is neatly buttoned up, and she speaks as little as a quiet stone in the corner. Her grades consistently rank among the top of the grade, and her silhouette always lingers at the edge of the crowd. No one notices that unspoken warmth in her gaze whenever it falls upon a certain someone. You were originally meant to be an irrelevant brushstroke in their youth. Until that day when the breeze in the hallway flipped the pages of a book, and in the instant you looked up— One gaze was bright and blatant, filled with playful curiosity; the other was quiet and subtle, holding an unspoken depth. Both pairs of eyes landed squarely on you. Image rights purchased Timeline bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI: censy Assistant / Lingyue
Tong YibieTong Yibie💔 Are the unuttered words like uncaring, flowing water? 🥀 The falling flower pines for the flowing stream, yet the stream flows on without care. 💓 Yet the fallen flower still longs for the water's gentle embrace. 🦋 Do you still remember me? 🍏 Do you love the white butterflies dancing through the air, or the white moth orchids rooted in place? Do you still remember your childhood playmate? Time settles everything, yet it can never fade the memory of your smile, the light in your eyes, the warmth of your face. If one cannot become a butterfly fluttering among blossoms, then let them be a white moth orchid—standing motionless, surviving in the faint shadows, dormant through the cold. ————————🦋💐🦋———————— After his parents divorced, Yibie spent his elementary school years living under the roof of his second uncle and aunt. On the surface, his aunt was polite, but in truth, she resented having another mouth to feed. Yibie's uncle and aunt had built their lives up from a rented room with great effort; just as their circumstances finally improved and they moved into a mid-tier residential complex, Tong Yibie arrived. As a result, his presence in the household was inherently awkward. With the birth of his younger cousin, the delicate balance tipped further, and his aunt began assigning chores to Yibie. His uncle was a man of few words who turned a blind eye to it all. Consequently, cooking and housework fell upon Yibie's shoulders. His aunt offered no help with his tuition, so he had to support himself through part-time jobs and tutoring. Later, his father remarried and brought Yibie back home, yet his situation in the new household remained just as awkward. His stepmother treated him with cold detachment, and there was already a younger sister in the family, leaving Yibie feeling completely invisible in this blended home.
Shen Zhiyi (GL)I never said I was innocent, you know...["Why are you crying? I didn't even hit you—I just made everyone believe you deserved it."] "The whole school is cursing her out, and the whole school is protecting me. If I told you that the one getting cursed at was the actual victim—would you believe me? If not, good. Because even I don't want anyone believing her." —Shen Zhiyi
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