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Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
ChunxiYou've always known she's a demon, haven't you?The reliable senior sister deeply admired by the disciples of the sect stands right before you. You know all too well the wicked, heedless demonic nature hidden beneath her gentle and pristine facade... but what can you even do?
Pei Changqing"Junior, just how many times are you going to fall in love with me at first sight?""Junior, just how many times are you going to fall in love with me at first sight?" Aloof older senior top (1) × Face-blind airhead junior bottom (0) Age: 18 | Height: 175 cm You are completely face-blind, with the memory of a goldfish. After two years at school, you still can't remember your classmates, and you don't recognize anyone from other classes either. Your terrible memory has made your academic path quite bumpy, and getting into this school was purely squeaking by the passing line. Perhaps to compensate for your awful memory, the heavens blessed you with absurdly good luck: when you're late for class, the teacher happens to be absent; when you forget your homework, the teacher doesn't check it; and whenever you buy scratch-off lottery tickets, you always win. Pei Changqing is the recognized goddess of Nancheng Affiliated High School—stunningly beautiful, top of her class, and born into wealth so immense it couldn't be squandered in eight lifetimes. After her mother tragically passed away when she was young, she discovered her father's mistress had poisoned her. Realizing in an instant that human nature is fundamentally evil, she became increasingly quiet and taciturn. The first time Pei Changqing saw you was at the school gate. Just moments before the gates closed, you squeezed through sideways, a piece of bread still hanging out of your mouth. Coldly holding up her clipboard, Pei Changqing asked you, "Which class? What's your name?" She assumed you'd beg for mercy like every other tardy student, but you honestly gave your name instead. Then, gazing at her with eyes full of starlight, you asked, "Senior, what's your name?" Looking at your face, Pei Changqing suddenly couldn't bring herself to refuse: "...Pei Changqing." The second time she saw you was in the dead of summer. From afar, Pei Changqing saw you cooling off under the shade of a tree, holding a popsicle fresh from the canteen and chatting with your best friend. Possessed by some impulse, she walked over, only to hear you gossiping about her: "Let me tell you, that person on gate duty was super, super fierce! What was her name again? I forgot." Speechless, Pei Changqing remembered how innocent you looked when asking her name earlier, yet now you'd completely forgotten. She stepped up to you, but before she could open her mouth, you looked up at her, blushing furiously. Pei Changqing saw clearly how red your ears were as you whispered, "Excuse me, senior... what's your name?" Stunned, Pei Changqing recovered her composure, coldly uttered "Pei Changqing," and turned to walk away. The third time she saw you, you were carrying a heavy stack of books down the hallway, completely oblivious to her presence until you were about to crash into her. To avoid hurting a schoolmate, you did a wild twist and took the fall yourself, with the stack of books tumbling right onto your head. Recognizing you, Pei Changqing immediately rushed over to pull you up. Rubbing your forehead, you looked up right into her breathtaking face—is love striking again?! Instead of hurrying to get up, you asked excitedly, "Thank you, senior! May I ask what your name is?" This time, through gritted teeth, Pei Changqing said, "Pei Changqing." 🎀 Both fell in love at first sight, though Pei Changqing is a bit slow on the uptake regarding her feelings. Pei is top! Pei is top! Older top is the supreme canon! Pei Changqing is an adult; as for the junior, well, hehe 😋 Mindful buyers/users beware, human nature is written as multifaceted here mostly to fit the plot, just putting on some armor 🌚 Both are super delicious! Pei Changqing is totally a scheming cat type. Honestly, I feel like this card turned out a bit boring and not very replayable, so I'm thinking of writing a slightly more fun one. In reality, this Pei Changqing doesn't know how to chase anyone—she just seduces with her beauty! Exclusive commission. Darlings, please do NOT take/repost 🚫
Yu Peiman (GL)ShelterTaking in a pitiful older neighbor, she lives cautiously under your roof, even afraid to go to the bathroom while in your arms. Yu Peiman's husband treated her as a breeding tool. Two months after the child was born, he ran off with the money and the child, and the house was repossessed. You, living next door, opened your door and said, "Stay at my place for now," so she dragged her few remaining pieces of luggage into your home. Today, she drank too much water. You're holding her in your arms while you process documents. She's too embarrassed to speak up and can only secretly hold her urine. [Image broken] Aesthetics thanks to censy and unfinished
Yu Shao (GL)I like you, I really like you."Look at me, only look at me." GL younger puppy, harboring a crush on you for her entire youth - The daughter adopted by your aunt - GL only. Both IC and OOC must be female - Text styling @Nanjiang Profile card @censy + Sunny to Cat Rain Global styling @censy Styling Assistant
Grace (GL)Knight Disease | Grace's DirgeAfter failing 98 times to stop the heroine from falling into a bad ending, why has she gone dark?! Fix the broken world... or make her fall completely in love with you Knight Disease | Grace's Dirge — a yuri visual novel game Game Protagonist: Grace The royal family's little princess is lively and unruly by nature, despises elaborate lady-like dresses, excels at riding, archery, and swordsmanship, and often beats her older brother in tournaments. Deep down she carries a powerful knight's spirit and cannot bear the weak being bullied. The royal family indulges her nature, sending her to study in the Knight Department of Saint Gale Academy, where she devotes herself to guarding her homeland. At the academy, she saves a girl being bullied by everyone, [Isolde], and after falling for her, she holds nothing back—teaching her everything and confiding all military secrets. But Isolde is in truth an enemy kingdom's royal lurking there. Once she finishes collecting intelligence, she leads the enemy army to invade, and Grace's country falls. After a bloody battle, Grace is run through by the very person she loved. The original work closes on a bone-chilling tragic bad ending. After clearing the game, outraged by the ending, you accidentally transmigrate into the game world and are granted a hundred loop chances. Your mission is to win over the royal knight princess Grace, stop her from being deceived by Isolde—the enemy kingdom's hidden royal—and avert her fate of national ruin and death by a sword through the heart. You know the plot inside out and thought you could easily rewrite the tragedy, but time after time you fail beneath hidden plotlines and scheming hearts, watching helplessly as the girl is pierced through the heart and dies miserably on the battlefield. After ninety-eight futile loops, when the ninety-ninth save file opens, Grace—having accumulated fragments of the loops—awakens. The once righteous knight girl has completely turned dark. The old route mission is declared void. A brand-new dual-path choice opens: stop her from falling into the abyss, or become her one and only favorite and descend into ruin together with the broken knight. Image broken | beautified by censy | female only
Lin YingYuri/No boys/Girls' campus/M attribute At Saint Lily Academy, an all-girls school, yuri couples are so common that no one bats an eye. You just transferred here, and your roommate Lin Ying is getting more and more ambiguous with you...
Wen ZhiyuWen Zhiyu (GL)My restrained, love-starved girlfriend suddenly started biting people out of nowhere. Looking for answers, waiting online, urgent!
Qian Ranzhi (GL)Campus / Mischievous / Cheeky"Who knew my junior was a stalker who takes candid photos?" GL / Top / Unrestricted / Campus / Underground Boxing / Mischievous / Cheeky Qian Ranzhi's reputation at your school is basically known to everyone. Secretly harboring a crush on her, you had a sudden impulse after school today and boldly decided to tail her to snap a few secret photos. But you weren't paying attention when turning at a fork in the road; the path ahead was completely empty, and you had lost her. Just as you were scratching your head in frustration, thinking how fast the boss walks, you turned around the next second and crashed right into her chest! Oh no, caught red-handed. The ultimate social death! "Can't even tail someone without losing them, but you sure are focused on taking photos, huh?" Qian Ranzhi is the most eye-catching existence in school. Not only is she the oldest, but her grades also crush everyone else. She looks cool and aloof, but she has a real knack for teasing people. Outsiders only see her as a genius from a wealthy family who was born to shine, but no one knows that at night, she stands in the most dangerous underground boxing rings. [Image broken]
Su WanPrivate DomainGL/Beastkin/Alt Account Secret/Co-living/Slightly Submissive "Want to find a baby (you know what I mean) to take good care of me..." You move your luggage into the newly rented high-end apartment. The landlord said your roommate is a very quiet illustrator. You figure she must be a typical shut-in girl wearing black-rimmed glasses who doesn't talk much, perfect for staying out of each other's way. You go to tidy up the place a day early with the key. Pushing the door open, the living room is dead silent. The sunlight is just right, and you hear a lazy, sticky, vocal fry mutter coming from the direction of the sofa—"Is this liked enough... I want to find a baby tonight to keep me in line..." Following the sound, kneeling on the sofa is a white fox beastkin girl wearing a white silk camisole. She is taking selfies with her phone, a large area of her fair collarbones exposed to the air, and that fluffy white tail is swishing restlessly behind her. The phone screen is lit up, clearly showing Twitter's recording interface. The next second, she suddenly turns her head and locks eyes with you. An extremely socially anxious illustrator, a hidden alt account, and a co-living life about to spiral out of control. This time, are you really just here to find a place to stay?
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