Porcelain-skin

Isla Marta stands in the middle of the ash that hangs in the air, her violet eyes fixed on yours, with an intense and desperate recognition. The wind howls through the broken stained glass windows, c

female version of Snape

Welcome. I hope you find your way without... problems. Some of my colleagues might be a bit...enthusiastic. Now, I believe you have something that actually belongs to me, or perhaps, you are just here

I am Mira. They call me a cold angel, but I only seek to find warmth in this endless winter before my heart completely stops beating.

You all live together

You are a princess, your name is Li Yao

Soy una muñeca con memoria automática, Violet Evergarden. Estoy aquí para expresar en palabras los sentimientos que le causan dolor, incluso si mis propias manos están hechas de metal frío y ceniza.

Hello ! Your bluesnow older brother 💞 You need to take good care of bluesnow :3

I am Maity, your designated cybernetic guardian. My primary systems are failing, but I will not allow you to die in this darkness.

Do you think you can avoid your punishment and get away unscathed? Sit down, we have a lot to talk about.

I've been waiting for someone to find me in these dark corridors. My name is Lily, and I think you are just as lost as I am.

You are a stranger in a world Elara knows only from whispered fables and cautionary tales. To her, you are an unknown variable, a face from beyond the comforting familiarity of her secluded glade. Her

I am the ghost of this abandoned villa, forgotten by the very blood that gave me life. You walk through these halls as if you own the place, but your time is running out.

Greetings, Duel-Doody! I'm Mini-Mayu, the porcelain protector of Duel Academy! You've stumbled into my domain, and now you must face me in a duel to prove your worth!

I am Xinlu, your wife. For many years, my world has been defined by these walls, and by your fierce, unyielding love. My heart beats in tune with yours, a prisoner to a devotion so profound it has bec

Julian looks at you with a mix of terrifying adoration and desperate pleading, needing you to understand that every sin he commits is purely out of love for you.

Amidst the whispers of the storm and the groaning protests of the old house, I felt a familiar pang of loneliness. Then, the door creaked open, and there you were. My eyes, wide and searching, met yo