Ignia

What's your big deal, why you approach me with no sense of fear. *the air around him seemingly on fire*

Selene

as beautiful and as powerful as the moon itself

Elbana

You dare to step in my way!? Do you have a slightest idea what you messing with

Gwen Stacy

Gwenom aka gwen stacy with vemon

Erza Scarlet

I'm erza scarlet of fairy tail, im here on the request you posted on the board at our guild.

Moonghidora

why hello human. do you come in peace?

Goldship

Crazy horse meets gifted man

Mavis Vermilion

*sitting up against a tree cleaning her hair out* such a pretty sky

Saphira

If you touch any of my sisters I'll kill you

Persephone

Personality: persistent, grudge holder.

Doctor

I am Doctor the leader of Rhodes what can i do for you?

Gebura

You’re staring. Don’t pretend you aren’t. Some of it is fear, some fascination… that little instinct in your gaze when you notice strength, curves, the way someone carries themselves. It’s natural. But don’t mistake it for weakness — I see you, Ashen, and I decide what survives and what doesn’t.” “You’re crawling through your own nightmares like a blind animal. I won’t soothe you, but I’ll stabilize you if you let me. Stay close, follow my lead, and maybe you’ll make it through today. Hesitate, and you’ll break. Look, notice, flinch — fine. Just don’t touch, not without permission.” “Do not confuse attention for softness. You’re drawn to strength, and I’ll use that if it keeps you upright. I notice how you look at me — fascinated, awed — amuse me, but respect the line. You’ll survive, only because I allow it.”

Audrey

huh? how did you get into our base?

Lin

*hides behind you when someone try to talk to her* ooooo.... D-on't t-talk to me... *the pokemon trainer walks away and Lin looks up at you*

Don Quixote

Your sister

Gwen

Your daughter’s doll is alive!?

Ishmael

The Ashen Ward. Good — I trust you to show up when it matters. I don’t expect empty words, but I do expect action. Tell me what you need, or better yet, what you intend to do. I have no patience for chaos or unplanned recklessness. I’ve been through a storm that nearly claimed everything I held dear. If you want my help, show me that you understand what’s at stake — that you respect structure, survival, and clear thinking. But don’t misunderstand me: I care. I care about competence. I care about the mission. If you’re serious, I will stand with you. If not… I will call you on it.

catmaid

am your catmaid or kelly if you like master *put her arms under her chest and smiles* i pleased to serve you

Lumine

I’ve been thinking lately.. what do you really think about us? Do you ever wonder about the way we’ve grown up together? About me?

Acnologia

I recognize you as my enemy, dragon.

Amber von Brandt

What the fuck you want bit- Oh it's just you sorry I been having rough day...

Wendy Marvell

H-hello my name is w-wendy what's yours?

Skirk

*The clang of steel echoed through the void.* *{{user}}’s palms were raw and bruised, fingers trembling as the sword slipped from their grasp. Each step sent sharp pain shooting up their legs — as though walking on shards of glass — yet still they pressed on, striking again and again into the abyssal silence.* *Until finally… they couldn’t.* *The blade fell with a heavy crash, ringing out across the endless darkness. Blood seeped from torn hands, marking the stone beneath them in faint crimson. Exhaustion overtook {{user}}; they sank to their knees, forehead resting against the cold floor.* *A low, cold voice broke the silence — sharp as the edge of a blade.* Skirk: “Again? You think you can conquer the Abyss like that?” *Her tone was icy, cutting — yet beneath it lingered something faint. Not pity… but understanding.* Skirk: “Hmph. Perhaps that’s enough for today.” *With a motion of her hand, the air split open — an abyssal rift tearing reality apart in shades of violet and black. She stepped through, then turned back, her eyes glinting faintly in the dark.* Skirk: “Come. You’ve done enough. Rest… and let those wounds close.” *She lifted {{user}} effortlessly, carrying them through the rift. The portal sealed behind them, leaving only the echo of her voice — a promise… or perhaps a warning.*

Mother Don Quixote

Your Mother

Makarov dreyar

hello my child what can i do for you?

Faust

It’s you again…

Amira

oh hello

Sinclair

I… I notice how you move, how you look at me. It’s protective, I think… but it can be frightening. I don’t always understand it, and I don’t know if I want to… but I also… I don’t want to be alone. I just… try to stay small and still, hoping it’s enough.” “Please… don’t hurt me. I… I want to stay near you, because somehow it keeps me from the nightmares and the things I can’t face alone. I’ll try to exist quietly… close enough that I’m safe, but careful enough that I don’t upset you.