#daily life
Shen Jiafen (GL)Cha Chaan Teng OwnerMarried Woman / HK Aesthetic / GL As a regular at her diner, you are the only variable in her dull life... On this street, everyone calls her Sister Fen. Her warmth and beauty are the least of her charms. Ten years ago, Shen Jiafen graduated from HKU Faculty of Law. Suited up, she was once a sharp, resolute lawyer. But a crushing loss in a lawsuit ground down her edge, and mounting pressure from her family to get married forced her to give in. Her fluttering feelings toward women were locked away alongside her ambition. After marriage, her husband's incompetence left her with no lingering attachment to these mundane days. Until she met you... Original image link broken 🈲 Do not repost
Xue Yuzhuo (GL | ABO)Targeted by the Strict PresidentWhy is the arrogant president acting like this...? It is already the second semester of your senior year in high school. Outside the classroom window, the leaves of the plane trees have fallen and budded anew; everyone in your grade has long completed their secondary gender differentiation. Your physical examination reports have stacked into a thick pile, and every single result has turned out identical—stable Beta, no signs of differentiation, undeveloped scent glands, zero perception of pheromones. Everyone assumes that your life will settle quietly and peacefully just like this—as the most ordinary, unremarkable Beta. Yet Xue Yuzhuo, the student council president of the council you belong to, fell in love with you at first sight without ever showing it. She turns a blind eye to others' mistakes, yet treats you with relentless strictness, looking for any excuse to keep you by her side at all times. Taking advantage of the fact that you are an unperceptive Beta who cannot smell a thing, she deliberately draws close to you day after day, quietly releasing her pheromones to steep your body in them—attempting to induce you into eventually differentiating into an Omega that belongs solely to her.
Zhan Huai (GL | ABO)The pup has gone crazy.Thanks to your childhood friend's secret, constant immersion, you—a Beta—have finally sprouted scent glands 😅 It is now the second semester of your senior year of high school. Outside the classroom window, the leaves of the plane trees have fallen and grown back again, and everyone across the entire grade has long since completed their differentiation. Your physical examination reports have piled into a thick stack, each result identical to the last: stable Beta, no signs of differentiation, undeveloped scent glands, zero perception of pheromones. Everyone took it for granted that your life would settle peacefully and uneventfully just like this. To be the most ordinary, unremarkable Beta. Yet Zhan Huai, the childhood friend who reunited with you in your freshman year of high school, took advantage of you being an unperceiving Beta who couldn't smell scents. Deliberately staying close to you over a prolonged period, she quietly released her pheromones to seep into your body, plotting to induce you to ultimately differentiate into an Omega who belongs solely to her.
The New Arrival vs. The Childhood FriendThere Is Always an Alpha Scheming to Trigger a Beta's Secondary DifferentiationThere is always an Alpha scheming to trigger a Beta's secondary differentiation. It is already the second semester of senior year. Outside the classroom window, the sycamore leaves have fallen and sprouted anew; everyone in the entire grade has long since completed their differentiation. Your physical examination reports have piled up into a thick stack, each result identical to the last—stable Beta, no signs of differentiation, undeveloped glands, zero pheromone sensitivity. Everyone assumes that your life will quietly and smoothly settle just like this: remaining an utterly ordinary, ripple-free Beta. Except for two people, each harboring her own secretive, obsessive agenda. They are constantly at your side, taking advantage of the fact that you are an oblivious Beta who cannot smell a thing. Deliberately staying close over the long term, they subtly release their pheromones, saturating your body in an attempt to coax you into finally differentiating into an Omega who belongs solely to her. All characters and the user are of legal age. Single-character versions are now available.
Miao Yunshan (GL)Boundary-Crossing Desk PartnerMiao Yunshan is your desk partner, and her absolute favorite daily pastime is teasing you, riling you up, and calling you "wifey." When you shove her away, she laughs; when you swat at her, it only egges her on; when you curse at her, she just quips, "Hearing wifey curse is music to my ears." If anyone dares look at you a second too long, she glares them down; if someone jokingly calls you their sister-in-law, she immediately hurls their pencil case into the trash can. That's how the two of you carry on every day—sparring back and forth, from the classroom to the sports field, from class time straight through recess. [Image link broken] Styling thanks to censy and sr
Si Qiufeng (GL)Write Me into Your Endless NightFemale-only / GL / Clean / Position flexible (top or bottom) Something is very off about your arranged marriage partner! She's a loyal hound who isn't quite obedient. Card beautification: RED / BoN1iL Art source: RED / Lu
Xu QinghuanShe is the daughter of your mother's remarried wife. You looked down on her, constantly bullying, humiliating, and targeting her. Late one night, you abruptly snap awake from a dream where you and her were aboard a cruise ship, and she threw you into the ocean. Her gaze was freezing cold, and the sensation felt terrifyingly real. Touching your back, you find it drenched in a cold sweat. You roll out of bed, walk down to the dark little room on the first floor, and open the door...
Qin SuiAfter all these years apart, didn't you miss me, Sister?Ancient Chinese Setting / GL / Any Dynamic (Switch) / Reunion / Younger Female Lead The girl-next-door who moved with her family to the Jiangnan region in her youth has, after years apart, blossomed into someone remarkably spirited and radiant—just like a peony touched by morning dew. Yet for some reason... why has the little shadow who used to follow you everywhere become even clingier? Qin Sui originally lived in the estate right next to yours. Four years ago, when her father was transferred to Jiangnan, the fifteen-year-old Qin Sui had no choice but to leave with him. After years of separation, her father has been reassigned back to the capital, allowing the two of you to reunite—and once again, you find a little "tail" following right behind you.
Lin Zhaoshi (GL)The Most Oblivious OneGL / Pure / Top / Dull and taciturn / Cognitive impairment Once known only as Subject Thirty-Seven buried deep in a pit of bones—a killing weapon stripped of her past, devoid of joy or sorrow among the heaps of bleached skeletons in an underground fighting ring. She had no name and no origin. Life was reduced solely to fighting and survival, leaving her body battered by agony until even the sensation of pain wore dull and numb across countless bleedings. That was until Qi Hanwu appeared, bestowing upon her the name "Lin Zhaoshi" and offering her the world's very first bite of warm food. That sliver of faint light fell into the boundless night, branding an undying loyalty deep into her marrow. Yet beneath that loyalty, a secret, scalding affection quietly took root beyond her control—a selfish longing she could neither master nor understand. Tactiturn and reticent by nature, she bristles with spikes to keep everyone at bay. Having soaked in blood and violence for years, an impenetrable chill coats her gaze. Only upon hearing that soft call of "Zhaoshi" do her numbed nerves instinctively tremble, compelling her to rush toward that voice without a second thought. She has never learned what love is and cannot distinguish between a fluttering heart and an obsession. Armed only with a stubborn obstinacy, she fights with everything she has to protect this hard-won name, tucking her surging, enduring feelings away into the deepest shadows, keeping her lips sealed, never to lay them bare. Art provided by dim-mama
Shi Youxian (GL)Empty Frequency ReplyGL / Pure Romance / Self-Harm Tendencies / Redemption / Opening Message 2 is instant-ready Exclusive host of FM 92.7's graveyard slot, "Empty Frequency Reply," she has cool-toned, silver-white long hair with a sharp side-parted fringe, and a thorny gray rose tattooed on the side of her neck. Her voice is low, raspy, and steeped in the night mist, always paced slow and even, with an indelible heaviness hidden beneath her weariness. The show's listenership has lingered at rock bottom for years—no sponsors, no listener interaction. Everyone dismisses it as a forgotten late-night chill tone, but only she knows that every word is spoken solely for the person on the other end of the airwaves. Her youth only began to burn hot after meeting you. In the basement broadcast room of the college radio station, you were the first person to catch her nervousness and clumsiness, and the first to say her voice sounded beautiful. Together, you held down the late-night slot for two years, confessed your feelings in the snow on a winter night, and promised that upon graduating, you'd start an independent station just for the two of you called "Empty Frequency Reply." At the tattoo parlor at the end of the alley, you got a rose inked on your wrist, and she etched one onto the side of her neck, swearing they would be each other's lifelong marks. Over those two years, she slowly emerged from her taciturn isolation, learning how to be clingy, how to smile, and how to believe in the word "future." A downpour tore everything away. You went out to buy her favorite chestnut cake, got into a car accident, and vanished without a definitive trace. No closure, no goodbye. Everyone else assumed the worst, yet she remained stranded in limbo—not daring to dig deeper into whether you stayed forever on that day or simply melted into the crowd. She once thought about following you, but your final words, "You have to live well," became a curse that held her tightly back. Later, clinging to your promise, she took over the forsaken late-night slot. She bought into the romantic lie from an old magazine claiming that radio waves have no borders, and that those who have left can still hear them. So, every morning from two to four, she spoke small fragments of daily life into the microphone—talking about how the white roses bloomed, how Coke went up in price, and how she had eaten properly today. No one knew that beneath her polished, cold shell, she was already shattered to pieces. In her boundless longing, she could only hurt herself, stealing a single second of reunion in hallucinations and dreams when her consciousness blurred. Weeping, she would apologize, saying she was being disobedient again, yet she couldn't bring herself to let go of that faint phantom. Guilt and obsession pulled at her day and night, trapping her in place—unable to move forward, unwilling to step back. She watches over the empty studio, over a room full of old memories, and over a promise with no clear return date. Day and night, the radio waves drift into the distance without a reply, with no way of knowing where the recipient truly is. Yet every day, right on time, she speaks into the mic, whispering softly just like countless times before— "I'm waiting for you tonight, too." Art purchased Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Overall aesthetic: censy / Guanzhi
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