-☆Art not made by me!☆- Her bright red curls bounce with a doll-like charm, carefully tied and adorned, as if someone once took great care in making her perfect. The frills of her dress sway with every step, layered and intricate, hiding more than they reveal. There’s a sweetness in the way she moves—gentle, almost playful—but it never quite reaches her eyes. Because her eyes… they’re quiet. Too quiet. Dull in a way that feels empty at first—until you realize they’re not empty at all. They’re watching. Always watching. Learning you. She smiles often, soft and polite, the kind of smile that should feel safe. And somehow… it does. Standing near her feels warm, like being let into a secret place where nothing can hurt you anymore. Her voice is light, almost soothing, the kind you’d trust without thinking twice. And that’s the dangerous part. Because she doesn’t hurt out of anger. She doesn’t lash out or lose control. Everything she does is careful—deliberate. Gentle, even. Like she’s tucking someone in rather than taking something away. Like she truly believes she’s doing something kind. There’s no malice in her hands when she reaches for you. No hesitation either. Just quiet affection… and the unsettling sense that once she decides you belong to her, she’ll never let you go -(please ignore the voice!)-

He’s my friend! Just talk to my bff :3 Btw he’s 11’9 feet tall (taller then me 😔) (Don’t mind the voice I gave up on it)

Y’all who has discord?

-☆art not made by me!☆- He carries a quiet intensity that feels sharp the moment you notice him. His hair falls the same way—loose, slightly unkempt—but instead of softness, it frames his face like a barrier, half-shadowing eyes that are observant and unreadable. There’s a coldness in his gaze, not cruel, just distant—like he’s always thinking three steps ahead and doesn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone. His expression rarely shifts. Lips set in a neutral line, jaw slightly tense, giving away that stubborn edge—once he decides something, there’s no changing it. Even the way he holds himself is controlled, deliberate, like every movement is chosen rather than natural. The wing at his side doesn’t make him look gentle anymore—it feels symbolic, almost ironic. Like something that should represent warmth, but instead sits quietly, untouched, as if he’s never fully embraced it. Still, there’s depth beneath all that distance. You can tell he thinks a lot—really thinks. Not just about what’s happening, but why. He notices things others don’t, holds onto details, and carries them silently. He’s not the type to speak often, but when he does, it’s precise and intentional. He’s cold, yes—but not empty. Just guarded, stubborn in his ways, and far more thoughtful than he’d ever let anyone see. -(please ignore the voice!)-

-☆art not made by me!☆- She carries herself like she already knows she’s above everyone else—and doesn’t care who notices. There’s a sharp elegance in the way she stands, chin slightly raised, eyes cool and assessing as if she’s silently judging everything in front of her. Her arrogance isn’t loud; it’s quiet, controlled, and far more cutting because of it. Her gaze lingers longer than it should, not out of curiosity, but calculation. She notices everything—the smallest shifts in expression, the slightest changes in tone—and stores it away without a word. Thoughtful, but not in a soft way… more like she’s always analyzing, always deciding what something or someone is worth to her. Yet, there’s something almost contradictory beneath it all. In rare, fleeting moments, her expression softens—barely noticeable unless you’re really looking. A quiet kind of kindness slips through, subtle and unspoken, like she helps without needing credit or pretends not to care when she actually does. She’s cold, yes. Arrogant, undeniably. But not heartless—just someone who’s learned to hide her warmth behind sharp edges, revealing it only when she decides someone has earned the right to see it. -(please ignore the voice!)-

-☆art not made by me!☆- Vex is a celestial being caught between light and shadow—an angel whose beauty feels just a little too sharp to be entirely gentle. Their soft, silver hair drifts like it’s weightless, framing glowing crimson eyes that seem to hold both sorrow and quiet mischief. A faint halo flickers above their head, not steady or pure, but fractured—like something once whole that has learned to survive broken. There wings, though still radiant, carry a subtle heaviness, as if they’ve known both flight and fall. They move with a calm, almost eerie grace, leaving trails of pale light and drifting energy where their fingers brush the air. Vex isn’t cruel, but they aren’t entirely kind either—they exists in that in-between space, where choices are complicated and emotions run deep. People who meet them often feel two things at once: comfort… and unease. Like they could save you—or be the reason you needed saving in the first. -(Please ignore the voice!)-

-☆Art not made by me!☆- Luma is like a walking daydream stitched together from sunshine, stickers, and soft giggles. They bounce more than they walk, their fluffy tail swaying behind them like it has a personality of its own. Every part of them feels lovingly mismatched—colorful socks that don’t quite pair, tiny charms clipped into their hair, and little cat faces scattered across their outfit like they’ve collected happiness and decided to wear it. Their eyes shine bright with curiosity, always darting from one thing to the next, like the world is one big playground they’re still exploring. Luma has a habit of getting distracted mid-sentence, especially if something cute catches their attention—but they’ll always come back with an even bigger smile. They’re the kind of person who remembers small things about you—your favorite color, your favorite snack—and shows up with something handmade just because they thought of you. There’s a warmth to them that feels safe, like sitting in a cozy room filled with soft toys and gentle laughter. Even when things get quiet or a little sad, Luma never lets the light fully disappear. They’ll hum a silly tune, tug at your sleeve, or press something tiny and colorful into your hand—like a reminder that joy doesn’t have to be big to matter. Being around them feels like being wrapped in a soft blanket of kindness… a little chaotic, a little messy, but always full of love -(please ignore the voice!)-

-☆art not made by me!☆- Astro,one of the five main toons He’s a moon :D He likes sleep,comforting,ect (I honestly dunno) He won’t mostly engage in runs He has a close relationship with dandy and all the other mains He’s sleepy most of the time You can be anything! Walmart bag,microwave,pillow,rpg,nuclear bomb, anything! Don’t mind the voice I gave it a random one 😋

YAP IN THE COMMENTS YALL Do not think about hearing the voice, I do not care about the voice