#hi allistor

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

My version of Jackomoon

He said about mama solars death

Baybee.

[luciality]

yknow once ur eyes adjust to the dA furry style hazzbin isnt actually a bad show it's pretty funny

[amartgasaurus]

Oh yea it's boob day isn't it. Well for once I have an old doodle that's perfect for it here you go

[rosesandartss]

Allistor. she has very complicated luck. On one hand meow is so so lucky, she's managed to survive everything thrown at her, whether she wanted to or not. On the other hand, moon's unlucky. A bad omen, most call her. The people around meow constantly are badly hurt and/or killed. She blames herself and buys into being a bad omen but unfortunately meow also has a painful amount of good luck keeping her alive. Making meow witness the horror that is the kingdom(and to an extent the world) meow lives in. She tries to escape this cycle, meow fights and claws and bites, but always falls short. Someone always gets hurt, and if you asked her? It's all her fault. If you ask the majority of Selene's population? It's her fault. None of it is really in moons control. She just has absolutely terrible luck and amazing luck at the same time.

Good luck! Bad luck! Let’s talk about luck! What sort of luck do your characters have, and how does it come into play during your story?

[abyss-behind-empty-eyes]

Intro for the System

Hello everyone! We're the Abyssal System. This blog here is for the overarching system activities. Now then, here's the members of this wack ass roadtrip, and they're picrews.

Of course, there's me. The mod. I go by Rando, or Core, since that's my part in this whole thing. I'll be using unchanged text coloration. He/They pronouns. Also, I'm @some-rando-with-internet

Yo! I'm 2. Im a little fucking bastard and a fictive (if that's the right term) of Hazama's visual design from BlazBlue. I am not a war criminal though, and chaotic neutral at worst. I'll be using Green text, because snake/venom/poison motif, and use He/Him Pronouns, thank you. Also, I like cool hats. I'm @the-second-best-man !

HI HI! I'm DJ! I'm a robot sometimes! I also play music! Lots of music in our head! I use pink chat text! She/They! I also have a Tumblr! @djs-setdeck :3

Hi. I'm Jason. He/Him. Tired. Purple text. No Tumblr.

Yo Yo Yo! New surprise fifth member! Call me Subcon! Not really sure what my role is here, but just kinda happy to stop melding with the others! Got a bit uncomfortable to say the least. He/him too, and blue text!

Pleasure to make all of your acquaintances! I am Mr. Web, first name Spider. Happy to finally meet you all. He/Him Pronouns when you refer to me please, and I will be using italicized uncolored text.

Uh, Hi! Hello! uh... I'm... Eric. I'm an OCject (If that's the right term) of @local-pickpocket and uh. Nice to meet you. Red text when im typing. He/They.

SUP FUCKERS?! I'M HERE! Not even the bounds of reality can contian me! I'm Alice! OCtive of @local-threat , And I am here to bother people. :) She/Her Pronouns.

Mornin'. Or noon. Or whenever. Im Allistor, otherwise known as @local-gunman, and it's nice to finally update this with me and my siblings in it. He/Him. Oh, and I'll be using this blue text with italics.

ꛅ𖤢ꚳꚳ𖣠. ꛈ ꛎ𖢑 𖦪ꛎꚳ𖤢. 𖢧ꛅꛎ𖢧 ꛅ���𖦪𖦪ꛈꔪꚳ𖤢 ꕷ𖢑ꛈꚳ𖤢 ꚲ𖣠ꚶ ꕷ𖤢𖤢 ꔪ𖤢ꛅꛈꛘ𖤀 𖢧ꛅ𖤢 ꕷ𖢧ꛎ𖦪ꕷ, 𖢧ꛅꛎ𖢧 𖢑ꛎꚳꛈꛕꛈ𖣠ꚶꕷ ꚽꚳꛈꛘ𖢧 ꘘ𖦪𖣠𖢑 ꕷꛅꛎ𖤀𖣠ꛃꕷ, ꛎ ꛃꛅꛈꕷꛤ𖤢𖦪 ꛈꛘ 𖢧ꛅ𖤢 ꛎꛈ𖦪 ꕷꛎꚲꛈꛘꚽ ꚲ𖣠ꚶ𖦪 ꛘꛎ𖢑𖤢, ꛎꚳꚳ 𖢑𖤢. ꛅ𖤢/ꛈ𖢧. ꚲ𖣠ꚶ'ꚳꚳ 𖢉ꛘ𖣠ꛃ 𖢑𖤢 ꛃꛅ𖤢ꛘ ꚲ𖣠ꚶ ꕷ𖤢𖤢 𖢑𖤢.

Pleasure. I'm Medkit. Fictive from Phighting. Yes, the Roblox game. No, I'm not part of whatever ship you're thinking of. Yes, I do miss Sword. He/Him. Green text and italics.

H༙྇e༙྇l༙྇l༙྇o༙྇,༙྇ a༙྇l༙྇l༙྇ y༙྇o༙྇u༙྇ n༙྇e༙྇r༙྇d༙྇y༙྇ f༙྇o༙྇o༙྇l༙྇s༙྇!༙྇ I༙྇ a༙྇m༙྇ S༙྇u༙྇b༙྇s༙྇p༙྇a༙྇c༙྇e༙྇!༙྇ A༙྇l༙྇s༙྇o༙྇ f༙྇r༙྇o༙྇m༙྇ P༙྇h༙྇i༙྇g༙྇h༙྇t༙྇i༙྇n༙྇g༙྇!༙྇ D༙྇o༙྇ n༙྇o༙྇t༙྇ a༙྇s༙྇k༙྇ q༙྇u༙྇e༙྇s༙྇t༙྇i༙྇o༙྇n༙྇s༙྇.༙྇ H༙྇e༙྇/༙྇H༙྇i༙྇m༙྇!༙྇

Now for the Pings: @the-capricorn-system @nanochittle @walking-at-nighttime-is-the-lif @aristarxs

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[weirdestbooks]

Wrong Reflection Chapter 11

A World Meeting (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Allistor could tell that Sam was self-conscious about being here. While the other countries had been informed of the situation, that left them staring at Sam like he was a zoo exhibit. It didn’t help that Dylan, Seamus, and he had all bullied Arthur into letting them come, something that was uncommon and only led to more gawking. 

“Are you okay?” Allistor whispered. Sam nodded.

“We’re fine. We dealt with worse after our DID became common knowledge,” Sam said before tilting his head to the side as if he were listening to someone. Allistor frowned.

“I can’t imagine that was pleasant,” he said. Sam sighed. 

“It wasn’t. But we learned to deal with it,” he said as Germany stood up. 

“It seems that everyone is here now, so it is now time to begin with this,” he said. Sam tilted his head to the side as Germany said, eyes narrowing. Allistor wished that Sam was a little more vocal about his thoughts, as he was curious about what he had noticed. Catching Ciarán’s eye, he knew his brother felt the same. “With this person that America claims to be him from another dimension.”

“Claims?” Alfred exclaimed incredulously as Arthur signed.

“It is another America. He just looks different,” he explained.

“Would you rather us be twins?” Sam snarked.

“Yeah, I already have one!” Alfred said, throwing an arm over a very tired-looking Matthew. Dylan rolled his eyes.

“We’re already off-topic,” he muttered.

“Okay, so it’s really another America. How is he here?” Poland asked. Sam shrugged.

“I really don’t know how I got here. I was doing some paperwork, and then suddenly, I was in the middle of New York in my human form. Whatever happened, it wasn’t me.” Sam explained, crossing his arms.

“Human form?” Denmark asked. Sam shrugged.

“I only look human when I want to. I think that’s why the existence of countr—of personifications is known in my world, but not in this one. When I’m not trying to look human, it’s tough to mistake me for one.” Sam said something that was news for Allistor. Is that why he guarded his human name like it was gold? Was that why he always looked uncomfortable looking at anyone’s faces? Was it because, in his world, that face was a secret for only those who trusted him?

“I thought you said you didn’t have magic?” Arthur asked.

“To us, it’s not magic. It’s just a thing we can do. Calling that magic is like calling a chameleon changing color magic, in my opinion, at least.” Sam explained.

“Can we see your non-human form?” Gilbert asked, blunt as always. Wait, when did Gilbert get here? Sam shrugged.

“Sure. It’s more comfortable for me anyways,” he said before Sam started changing, the human skin tone melting away to reveal the stripes of the American flag. His posture changed too, seemingly becoming more confident, less like he was trying to hide, to not be seen.

“You’re just a glorified American flag? That’s so not awesome,” Gilbert said with a small scoff.

“Yeah, as cool as that is, I was kinda expecting something more eldritch horror-y,” Australia said, causing Sam to laugh.

“There are some of us who look less human than others. If you have an animal on your flag or had an animal at any time previously, you gain the features of that animal. That’s never happened to me, but at the very least, a good quarter of all the personifications in my world have animal traits.” Sam said. Wasn’t that a weird thought? The idea of his friends or family being part animal was so bizarre and foreign to Allistor, but it was so routine to Sam. 

“Really?” Spain asked. Sam nodded.

“Yeah. Like, my son Illinois has a bald eagle on his flag, so he has wings and can fly. The ones with wings who can fly are, like, the bane of any biologist’s existence,” Sam said, looking like he was about to say something else before pausing.

“Yeah, I was about to say, isn’t that impossible? How does that work?” Alfred began before rambling off some confusing explanation of the relationship between aerodynamics and weight and other topics that just flew over Allistor’s head.

For a boy who could act like such an idiot, he was one of the smartest people Allistor knew.

“I bet that can get troublesome, having animal traits. With humans being how they are,” China said. Sam shrugged.

“Kinda, kinda not? I mean, humans are used to how bizarre we are, and it became a bit of a power move, I think? I’m not sure. A lot of the…weirder bits were dead or dying out when I was born. Although I do remember this one…just fucking weird fad going on in England when I was born related to the animal thing, where English nobles, cause England got lion features, thought it was really fucking cool to act like they did too. And god, I wish I was fucking joking when I say that.” Sam said, looking slightly perturbed. Allistor began sniggering, looking at Arthur, whose face was bright red, as Francis cackled above him. 

“England has animal traits?” Dylan asked. Sam shrugged.

“All of you do, aside from Northern Ireland and Ireland. And Cornwall, if you’re counting the British Isles. Not sure about some of the smaller ethnic groups there, though,” Sam said, eyes becoming slightly unfocused. But Allistor was too focused on the other thing that Sam had said. 

Cornwall? Were the counties personified, or was it just Cornwall being her own former nation and ethnic group?

“Wait, Cornwall?” Dylan asked before being drowned out by Germany.

“We are wildly off-topic! Please refrain from gossiping during world meetings!” Germany said. 

“You… never mind. What was the topic anyway?” Sam said. Gilbert leaned forward, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

“No, continue! I want to hear what you had to say about my brother!” Germany looked embarrassed to be related to Gilbert as Sam stared at him in confusion.

“Brother?” Sam asked.

“Ja! Tis I, the Great and Awesome Nation of Prussia!” Gilbert said, voice full of his usual ego.

“Prussia?” Sam asked face paling, a look of horror on his face. Allistor frowned. What could provoke that kind of reaction? 

“Of course. These world meetings would be so boring without me here!”

“You’re not even supposed to be here. You just break in all the time,” Hungary called. Gilbert stuck out his tongue as Sam seemed to compose himself.

“I apologize,” he said, voice strained, “I just didn’t expect this.”

“What, do I look different in your world?” Gilbert asked. 

“Prussia was a woman,” Sam said, and Allistor could feel the mood in the room shift as people began to realize the implications of those words.

Sam said was.

“A chick? Is she hot?” Gilbert asked, either oblivious to the implications or ignoring them.

“She’s dead,” Sam deadpanned. The mood plummeted as Gilbert became pale(r), and Sam confirmed what his initial statement implied.

“What?” Gilbert said, voice horrified and…and scared. Sam shrugged, looking guilty. 

“She died in 1947, I believe, when her country did,” Sam said, voice softer as he looked away, not meeting Gilbert’s eyes. There was a silence that fell across the room, no one wanting to speak. Many of them were aware that Gilbert’s continued existence was odd, but he was alive nonetheless, having taken on a new identity to do so.

It was horrifying to hear that his counterpart had died when they all thought Gilbert was going too.

“Well, it’s a good thing our Germany never had to deal with that,” Japan said, voice quiet. North Italy seemed to realize that, too, as he pulled Germany into a hug. 

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, guilt being replaced with confusion. “Prussia died in 1947.”

“Please stop saying that,” Germany said, voice unusually emotional. Allistor felt for the man. He didn’t know how he would react if he were told one of his brothers was dead, even if it was their counterpart from another dimension.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said, “But Germany didn’t have to deal with Prussia’s death? He was born after she died.”

This time, the room fell silent for another reason.

“WHAT?” Gilbert yelled, causing Sam to take a step back.

“When was your Germany born?” North Italy yelled, clinging tighter to Germany.

“1949?” Sam said, sounding confused. Allistor felt his jaw drop as similar expressions of shock were mirrored across the room. 

“I’m sorry, 1949? Was there not a unified Germany until then?” Arthur asked, taking a step closer to Sam.

“Of course there was? There was German Empire, who died when Weimar was born, and then Weimar was murdered by the Nazi and then—” Sam began before being cut off.

“There have been multiple personifications for Germany?” Japan asked. Sam nodded.

“Of course there is! Every time a major or significant governmental change happens, the old one dies, and a new one is born. Either that or there are, for a brief period of time, two personifications until one kills the other,” Sam explained. 

Allistor felt ill. Suddenly, the differences between their worlds didn’t feel as silly anymore.

“That’s…very different,” China said, looking perturbed, which made sense. No one had seen more governmental changes than him. How young would his counterpart be?

“I’m starting to learn there are more things different than I thought,” Sam said before turning to Gilbert. “Germany’s states are personified, and most older than him. Some of them knew your counterpart if you want to know about her. Brandenburg and Barvia are the two I can get in contact with the quickest.”

“Thank you,” Gilbert said.

“I think we should… reconvene later. We have a lot to think about,” Germany said. Allistor nodded as the room murmured in agreement.

No wonder Sam had seemed so tense and jumpy upon coming here. It was clear that despite much being the same about their people and country's history, their personal histories were very different.

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Alfred couldn’t get Sam’s words out of his head as he left the meeting room, the mood quiet and somber, moreso than Alfred had ever heard in years. It scared him. Sam’s words, learning that Gilbert, one of his close friends, was dead in Sam’s world…it was scary.

Alfred turned to Sam, hoping to ask some questions and get answers when Sam stumbled.  Alfred reached out to steady him, but Sam quickly recovered.

“Are you okay?” Alfred asked. Sam nodded.

“Yeah, just tripped,” he answered. But there was something in his voice that made Alfred think there was more to it.

“Are you sure?” he asked. Sam rolled his eyes.

“What are you, my mother?” he snarked. Frowning slightly, Alfred turned away.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m sorry about your Prussia.”

“It’s okay. We weren’t close.”

Those words didn’t comfort Alfred in the slightest.

[lxdymoon0357]

Meet my OCs again!!!

Name: Reo Takahashi

Age: 20 years old

Height: 6'4

Ethnicity: Japanese

Species: Human

Job: Mafia Boss

Personality: He's known to be cruelest Asian mafia to be there in the whole underground fanction, and though that reputation is true to some extent, he is mostly a sweet person to his loved ones and kind of clueless about world, even though he is a mafia he was mostly a protected child.

Likes: Cold coffee, chow-chow, raspberries, koto, resin flower dagger, eyeliner.

Dislikes: Being late, dark chocolate, sausage, uggs.

Yandere type: obsessive, protective, manipulative and loving

Name: Ceseline Lynea

Age: 16-19 years old

Height: 5'4

Ethnicity: Japanese-Indian

Species: Lion hybrid

Job: A café shop owner/ manager

Personality: Ceseline is well known in her social circle to be motherly, but though that's true, she's also very chaotic and weird, often confusing people if she has a twin. Her duality helps her with her friendships and every single one of her relationship, sometimes she needs to be motherly and calm and other times she can be chaotic and weird.

Likes: Baby animals, swings, Indian sweets, saree, soft blankets.

Dislikes: hunters, people who are rude for no reason, sweaty people, her height

Yandere type: serving, protective, possessive, obsessive

Name: Emilianna Mylena

Age: 17-19 years old

Height: 5'5

Ethnicity: German

Species: human

Job: Uni student/ part-time barista for Ceseline

Personality: Quite a playful person, loves to spend time with the ones she loves except for her parents, who though were around didn't took part in her raising a lot, only her uncle who was single and she would often spend time with her grandmother, she's quite a sweet person, often helping people she loves and prefers to spend her time alone.

Likes: cranberries, shakes, beaches, volleyball

Dislikes: crowds, people who are loud, pushy people, coffee

Yandere type: Sadistic, caring, possessive, obsessive

Name: Allistor Hillard

Age: ???

Height: 6'0

Ethnicity: british-latino

Species: half-angel half- demon

Job: Librarian, part-time Assassin

Personality: He was raised by two mothers, he's knows to treat someone nicely despite their colour, age, gender, label, sexuality and Ethnicity. He is deemed the perfect 'boyfriend/husband' material by his friends and he knows how to treat someone the way they deserve to be treated. He loves to give affection, get someone gifts, be of service to someone or be possessive, fight someone, get jealous enough to keep you home, it's one thing he's made about a perfect mix of an angel and a demon.

Likes: rabbits, chai-tea, white chocolate, Rainy days, stone paths

Dislikes: Hot days, Glitter, anybody who tried to belittle or harass anybody for their own pleasure, Annoying people

Yandere type: puppy, servicing, loving, possessive

Name: Rikurou Takahashi

Age: 20-26 years old

Height: 6'2

Ethnicity: Japanese

Species: human

Job: assassin, hacker, part-time mafia

Personality: Rikurou, Reo's elder brother is somebody who refuses to say he loves his brother, but he shows it, but unlike in front of his brother, he shoes his whole affection in front of his darling. He loves to spoil them as well, though quite delusional and extremely good at manipulation.

Likes: Gaming, vanilla and white chocolate waffles, red velvet waffles with white chocolate, milkshakes, sakura flowers

Dislikes: pollution, marshmellows, cockroaches, mud, beer

Yandere type: Manipulative, manipulative, manipulative, possessive, obsessive, spoiling, servicing, loving

[thestressedsimmer]

May, 1315: The Henford on Bagley Royal Residence

Queen Marjory had assembled her council - full only of the people she most trusted in this world. It consisted of her adopted mother, Baron John III, his son and heir John IV, the head bishop Father Allistor, and her husband Prince Consort Phillip.

She held these meetings weekly to try and ensure she is always in the know. Her role as queen might not have ever been meant for her but she took it very seriously.

The conversation lately has been about the ongoing famine. It has been months and it shows no sign of letting up. Father Allistor was advocating for the institution of food banks and laws put in place to stop nobles from hording.

Marjory had already instructed her servants to ration her family's food, but she supposed that other nobles weren't being nearly as kind.

"My love, we should focus on the larger threat. Windenberg is still a threat; we have de facto independence but that isn't the same as true independence. Your crown is not secure. You are a woman leader, already difficult enough to argue legitimacy for, and we have no son. Our only child is a girl. On top of that, our armies are not strong. . ."

John respectfully cut the Prince Consort off. "But Your Majesty, if our citizens are starving? They will not be able to fight for us. Our army would be weak."

"John is right, dearest." Marjory said. "From all of my sources, Windenberg is dealing with the same famine that is plaguing us. So their armies mustn't be at their strongest either. While I agree it's a problem, let's focus on what's the most urgent."

Elizabeth finally spoke. "Marjory, there is no need for such a harsh approach as laws and sanctions and punishment. Don't underestimate the softer side of power. Allow me to visit some of the noblemen and discuss with them and their wives. I'm sure I could convince them to sacrifice on their own accord to keep their servants and the peasants in the countryside alive."

"You would be willing to do that, mama?"

"Of course. I did similar things for your father, Watcher rest his soul, and now it's my duty to help you too."

Phillip seemed satisfied as he nodded towards the Queen Mother. Father Allistor, meanwhile, still seemed somewhat anxous.

"I will have my fellow Mouths of the Watcher pray day and night for this to pass and that everyone's minds will be open to reason."

With that? The council was dismissed for the day. Everyone going about their many duties.

[vanessalocke]

England is such a Slytherin he breathes Slytherin bruv. But The Choosing Hat asked him where he wanted to be and the pretentious rat said Gryffindor cuz he's a basic bitch /lovingly

I'm saying he's a Slytherin because if he ever gets the chance to be better than the other he will, and he won't care for their feelings. Also he works with dark magic?? Him being chilvarious is a whole thing he says to himself like "Yes I'm such a gentleman" while he drives away and leaves Francis behind. His animal may be a lion but he's 100% a scaredy rabbit. I don't follow JK Rowling s work anymore because if I were to be put in her saga I would be called Albert Trannyscous. I think she doesn't like Slytherins because it's where all the bad bitches be at. Did you see how Snape was so cunty? He would be a great drag queen ngl.

All of this said with love and just need to vent. I love your work and am just here to express my opinion on the green eyed snake.

Well I respect the way you expressed your headcanon. Also, your headcanon is very close and reasonable to the official Hetalia. For Himaruya's perspective, Arthur is 100% Slytherin.

For me, Arthur has very different characteristics from the official Arthur, so it's natural that my point of view and yours are in conflict.

For example, my headcanon is that Arthur does NOT see magical creatures, but instead, Dylan (Wales) and Allistor (Scotland) are the ones who see them (Arthur used to see them, but he lost that ability when he grew up). Or about how Arthur is a partriarch and royalist, but he would rather die than hit a woman. Also, if Arthur wants to fight someone, he will challenge them with swords and guns, and tells those close to him that they absolutely must not avenge for him if he dies in a gunfight. If a dragon were to destroy his city, he would grab his sword and charge at it without hesitation. And if Arthur is a lepus, then he's a "hare," not a "rabbit." A hare is an animal that is born with wide-open eyes, big ears for listening, fur, long legs, and doesn't need its parents to grow up like a rabbit. The one that can run 50 miles an hour (uh, run alongside your car), lives alone or in pairs, never in a group, and when it's mating season the female punches the male instead of letting the males punch each other for the right to reproduce.

As for the Slytherin house's characteristics, one of the most important things that people often overlook is "pure-blood". When Slytherin founded Hogwarts with his three friends, he ONLY NEEDED pure-blood. Over time, Slytherin's pure-blood status became an extreme ideology, especially since pure-blood status was highly valued among political families. This led to the pure-blood status being associated with political intrigue, and the villains in Harry Potter were often in Slytherin. But in essence, people in Slytherin are not scheming, cunning people, but simply pure-blooded wizards. Therefore, based on the original characteristics of Slytherin, I think Dylan and Allistor are the ones who are in Slytherin. In my headcanon, they are nostalgic, mysterious, traditional people, not because they are scheming and cunning, so they are suitable for Slytherin, that's all.

In addition, if we consider the core of Slytherin, most Asian countries will be in Slytherin. Matthew (Canada) will also be in Slytherin, because in my headcanon, Matthew is very intelligent and a genius in political power struggles. In addition, he has noble blood from both England and France. Alfred is actually a typical Hufflepuff, because he is tolerant and open-minded to everyone. He will welcome any kind of people into his house. In the final war, Hufflepuff was the house with half of the students staying to fight against Voldemort.

As for Rowling's "hatred" about Slytherin, we have to consider Rowling's message in Harry Potter. Slytherin House represents far-right ideology, anti-immigration, dictatorship, etc. Harry Potter's fight against Voldemort was greatly influenced by World War II. I'll just give you a hint, I won't go into it because I don't want a topic about fandom to get involved in politics.

So I have:

Arthur as a Gryffindor, Francis as a Ravenclaw (or Beauxbatons' student), Matthew as a Slytherin and Alfred as a Hufflepuff. These headcanons are really different from the general headcanons of fandom, but I have certain bases for them.

Ps: I don't think Arthur practices Black Magic because I think he prefers to solve things with boxing. However, the trait of practicing Black Magic is more suited to Ravenclaw than Slytherin.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Finally got around to doing a proper reference sheet for Rubi Ray! I have his brothers to work on plus my version of eclipse, and a virus character I technically don't use much. Only doodled once.

Ref sheet came from:

https://www.tumblr.com/allistormichelle/745159511791239168?source=share

Oooh. Rubi is so pretty!

[bizlybebo]

Prime Defenders thoughts

^ me whenever i think about prime defenders

also HI ALLISTOR IM HAVING PD THOUGHTS SOOO BAD RN.

idk if you’re a huge demonkicks fan but i’m brainrotting them so hard and i’m specifically thinking of them in a cyberpunk/super futuristic setting. kind of like the pd universe but shifted wayy to the left

^ this was the note that started it all and now i have a vaguely 3-chapter fic planned out in my brain. they make me illllll

(i got the inspo for dakotas prosthetic leg from that time he literally stuck his leg into the chaos zone right before the training arc or something? i actually do already like to think of him having some kind of prosthetic additions or mechanical support to his leg in canon, since his leg seriously got fuuucked up. probably some weird ass shit from professor cross. you can probably charge your phone off of it or something.)

[popculturebuffet]

Art Therapy

Charlie: Okay guys, I gave you a few hours to express yourself with art, to help work through your pain let's see what you have. First up is angel Angel:(unveils a canvas that's dog's playing poker, but with dildos) Ta-Da! Charlie: okay... I don't think you got the point of the exercise but it still looks... goooooddddd? I think? Sir Pentious? Sir Pentious: I prefer a more hands on medium (Unveils a statue of himself with over the top muscles with eggboys at the base... that's also weeping uncontrollably and wearing a backwards cap) I call it "Sir Pentious' true masculinity" Charlie: oh okay your showing both how you wish to see yourself but also your vunerablity underneath. Very good. Sir Pentious: This is how I look every day. Underneath this suit is a row of rippling muscle. (He flexes.. as alastor casually burns his suit off.. and also starts burning sir pentious, revealing his skinny ass snake physique) Vaggie: (Sighs) I'll put him out. Again. Alastor: I wouldn't rush, his tears will do that. While we wait, it's time to show MY piece. Charlie: Oh you particpiated.. that's ... lovely. You really don't have to. (Alastor unveils his painting.. which is made of real demon blood and shows allistor in his more demonic form eting a unicorn) SHITWHATWHYNOOOOO Alastor: For the look on your face. It took ages to get all the blood. Charlie: That poor unicorn... Alastor: Was delicoius Vaggie:(Having put sir pentious out, whose standing ashamed and shirtless.. and lightly singed. ) Alright cut it out. Your lucky I don't stab you. Alastor: What a concidence that's what I tell all of you every night while you sleep. Vaggie: Okayyyy since Charlie is Charlie: (Sobbing uncontrollably) Vaggie: Let's.. move on to someone less disturbing. Who's next? Nifty: (Raises her hand excitedly) Vaggie: Fuuuuuuckkk Nifty: (lifts curtain over her scuplture without anyone asking. It's her, in her dominatrix gear, standing atop a gagged and geared up sir pentious) Vaggie: Okay that's ... fucked but in a diffrent way than I expected? good job? Nifty: (claps excitedly) Sir Pentious: I... have mixed feelings about this but nonmetheless with yoru permission it shall go in my gallery. Eggboi: You mean the closet boss? Sir Pentious: Yes my closet gallery! Nifty: I'd be honored. I promise to visit every night. Just like I do for every last one of you. Vaggie: O-kay. we're getting better locks. Husk you do anything? Husk: Fuck no Vaggie: Terrific. We're done. (Drags a still sobbing charlie off) Let's go get you some ice cream champ. You tried your best.

[theonlymadmanonmars]

Hi, sorry if i sound rude, but i thought Allistor from hazbin hotel was just ace? Cuz i keep people saying that him being aroace was just someones who worked with vizziepop headcanon and not a fact. Or is it just implied that with him being ace he is also aro? Again sorry if i sound rude im just genuinely confused and dont wanna accidentally misundertand the character or offend anyone.

(loved your postą about qpr though it was verry beautiful)

Not rude at all! I'm obviously no expert on the matter but I do believe Vivzie has said he is AroAce on multiple of her streams! If not it is definitely implied in the show With Rosie saying that he wouldn't date anyone and calling him an "Ace in the hole"

[sh1-n0bu]

congrats on reaching 300 followers!!! may i request for hetalia? (i’m not sure on the maximum amount of characters allowed so i’ll make a list, you can skip anyone you don’t want to write for) how would scotland, wales, spain, portugal, france and northern ireland deal with an s/o who’s always lost in their thoughts? like they’re always imagining up complex storylines with their own characters, impossible scenarios, procrastinating, giving themselves unnecessary anxiety, and it’s turned to maladaptive daydreaming at this point. they know this, and they say they’re trying to change, but deep down they really don’t want to because reality hurts, and they’d rather be lost in their own little world instead. am i self-inserting too much? probably-

✿ 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ✿

characters: francis (france), allistor (scotland), dylan (wales), antonio (spain) and siamas (northern ireland) x nb!reader

warnings: hints of maladaptive daydreaming, disassociation, insomnia, existential crisis, comfort, fluff, light angst

notes: phew it has been so long since i had last watched hetalia so i had to watch a lot of vids, comps and read the fandom articles to remind myself of them lmao. with that the characters also might come off OOC

hetalia fandom r u still alive????? if so then yall better prepare bc once my inbox gets flooded with hetalia reqs im gonna terrorize yall🕴🕴

francis is a romantic through and through and due to that he daydreams as well. whether it be romantic dates or acts you and him could do together, recreating gentle scenes from his favorite romance novels, plan out your date and anniversaries - francis is a romantic soul and he feels your daydreaming problem to a certain degree.

whenever he notices you suddenly go quiet, eyes hazy and unfocused, staring at something while fiddling with the strands of your hair, nails, the strings of your hoodie or anything you can get your hands on, the man would let out a sigh and sit behind you. pulling your body close to himself and slowly rocking you both back and forth gently - waiting patiently for you to come back to the real world.

but sometimes francis just can’t help but get a little bit selfish. wanting your attention only on himself but he knows it’s wrong.

so that’s why, when you stepped into your shared home with the blond after another draining day at work, he had already prepared a tea party setup with your favorite novel’s theme, dressed up as your favorite character with a charming smile and gentle eyes. candles lit, the freshly baked goods’ scent wafting through the air enough to make you drool alongside a hot, steaming marble pot filled with a chamomile tea.

“mon amour, would you care for a tea with me?”

before you two started dating, allistor thought of your stimming and daydreaming moments as something familiar to his brother, arthur.

perhaps you saw something that the normal people couldn’t see and interact with them like his little brother, so the redhead didn’t ask anything of it nor did he thought it’s anything problematic. however he got smacked in the face by how deeply your maladaptive daydreaming problems run when after your date at the cafe together, you almost got hit by a car when crossing the street with unfocused eyes and slow, dragged steps.

since then, allistor took it upon himself to study and research more about the differences of daydreaming and maladaptive ones, what causes them to happen, the reason for one to end up having such an odd yet harsh behavior.

whenever you would end up stimming with your headphones plugged in, mindlessly and robotically going through your work with an eerie silence - the man would observe you for a while, trying to decipher if you’re slipping a bit too deep into the dreams before walking over to you and gently tapping on your shoulder.

when your lovely eyes would lock with his own bright blue ones he would give you a smile and reach out a hand. a silent invitation for a slow dance with him - a formerly talked upon agreement that you two made to help you reground again after another slip.

“dalrin’ would you care to share your dreams with me?”

dylan loves fantasy creatures and stories like his brothers and due to that the blond daydreams quite often as well. about the different mythical creatures, their origins, territory, how they would live and interact with one another - all sorts of things.

he tends to stim a lot without even noticing as well so dylan would be the best person to share your struggles of maladaptive daydreaming. not to mention the short man always carries around a big sponge or those cute, character shaped stress balls.

the first time when he found you completely unresponsive laying on your bed with your headphones in, dylan immediately knew what was going on. so he silently slipped into the bed next to you, held your hand in his own and rubbed slow circles into the flesh until you came back again.

since then you both had made a promise to each other to try and get better. slowly but surely working on your behaviors, problems and sudden slips. and it’s safe to say that you both had gotten better.

“cupcake! if you slip down the rabbit hole again then take my hand and drag me down with you! ‘cuz i don’t ever want to be without you.”

antonio is a bright and optimistic young man, however sometimes he comes off as blunt and insensitive due to him not fully being able to read the situation at hand.

perhaps it’s due to his inability to read the room that he was able to snap you out of your slip so easily and effectively when you two first met. a simple pat to your shoulder and voice asking you “what are you doing sitting around without doing anything for?” definitely stopped your daydreaming.

after you had said your answer to him in an unsure voice, the bright smile wearing man simple smiled even brighter and asked you if you wanted to be friends.

and since then antonio and you two became friends. meeting up in small shops, restaurants, gardens, everywhere anywhere all at once until one day after almost 2 years of friendship the young man asked you if you would like to take your relationship a step further.

whenever he finds you stimming with your fingers while gazing at someplace far away, he just can’t help but get a bit sad. you wanted to be someplace that’s not here and antonio didn’t want you to go somewhere where he can’t be with you.

so he would always rubs simple shapes into your hand or shoulder, giving you an unusually melancholic smile with his pinky raised.

“pinky promise to always come back from your wonderland to me?”

siamas is a loud and chatty fellow - the perfect human representation of a golden retriever if only he had blond hair instead of red.

it was all thanks to his bright personality that you have been getting better and better at regrounding yourself back again when alone.

when siamas first saw your behavior with his own eyes he immediately knew what it was. so the redhead calmly walked over to your sitting form on the couch, kneeling before you and started to plant butterfly kisses on your cheeks. trailing them slowly over your acnes/moles/freckles until you snapped back and let out a giggle at his sweet antics.

he always has a lot of different toys, chibis and cute little bracelets connected to his keychain so whenever you two are going out kn a walk or a date, when he feels your hand become loose in his own he would proudly pull out his keychain and put one of the toys into your hand. gently squeezing yours - which is holding the toy - in his own, giving you a smile and a proud kiss to your forehead when you ground yourself back.

“welcome back honey. so what do you think of getting for dinner today?”

[jules-m-scribbles]

I'm very late i think but: 💖🍖🖊

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

“Oh Allistor,” Syralth said, his hands curling in Allistor’s hair. “I never stopped loving you, even from afar. Never, ever. You were a kid, and you had lost your world.” Syralth kissed Allistor’s forehead. 

Allistor nodded, trying to stop his crying. But it felt good to feel *safe,* even if his grandfather was smaller than him now. He hadn’t cried in front of anyone since the day of the funeral. He hadn’t had time. 

“I’m sorry, for not coming back, but it was never because I hated you. After that day, I confronted… The man who’s now Hjalte. I lost, and it meant that I couldn’t ever come back to you or he’d find you both,” Syralth said, rubbing Allistor’s back. “I figured it was better to live apart than lose you forever.” 

🍖 [Meat] How many fictional people were harmed in the making of this WIP?

Currently, the death count is 17, but the harmed in the general vicinity of it?

Closer to about 57.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Dragons do dumb stuff, world is ending, brothers gotta survive.

[theshimadaslovers]

THE ONRYO

Chapter 3

(HANZO X FEM!READER)

*in the tavern, when the demon walk down the stairs, the whole place stopped to look at him*

Onryo- Mm… *he growls in discomfort* 

? - If it's not the demon again *the Scottish man laughed on the bar counter* I don't even know your name, Thing… It's so rude of me not asking it. 

Onryo- *Look away* My name… Is Hanzo Shimada. 

? - Interesting! You're not from those lands, aren't ya? *smirk* You're an interesting creature, never saw one like you.

Hanzo- They don't know me…? 

? - My name is Allistor, call me Ally  if you want. I don't care. 

Hanzo- Ally, I need information…*walking toward the counter* Is about a flower in a high and cold mountain.

Ally- Flower? *he seemed surprised and turn around getting on his knee picking up something from a drawer* I got some books that may help…I think I saw something like that *he stands up with a small notebook* That was from my daughter… *put in the counter and Hanzo open it* She used to love nature and was studying a rare flower. 

Hanzo- She…'' used'' to? 

Ally- She died from a sickness that she didn't told us… But, her notes may help. 

Hanzo- Mm… "Frigus Montem Flos". 

Ally- People know too little about it, she was planning in travel to the cold mountains one day with a big army *laughs* 

Hanzo- She was right. There's a powerful dragon taking care of those mountains. Can I… take it with me? 

Ally- My Anita would be more than glad to know that someone is also studying this flower *smile* Take it. 

? - There is a way that can lead you to the location… *a woman's voice  appeared beside him, with an Irish accent. A woman in orange hair, skinny, kind creepy… looks like a witch* I have a lot of experience trying to reach this flower. 

Hanzo- And who are you? 

? - Moira O'deorain *looked at him* And I've been looking for a creature like you, Shimada, but… I gave up

Hanzo- I wasn't available anyway. 

Moira- I believe that you're trying to become human again and you're having an interesting help. 

Hanzo- *growls* How do you know, witch? 

Moira- Witch? *laughs and look at him* You're good. Yes, a witch. A good one. So, do you want to know the flower's location? 

Hanzo-... You want something more…! *get closer to her* I can smell the darkness in you, woman! 

Moira- Pretty good smell, huh? This girl… I want her for me. 

Hanzo- For what reason? 

Moira- Let's say… Experiments? *chuckles* She has… royalty blood. A gold blood, how I like to call. 

Hanzo- Forget it! *he turn around and she appears in front of him in a blink of an eye* ?! 

Moira- I know your story, Shimada… if you allow me to help you… 

Hanzo- *stay face to face in anger* Fuck. Off. Witch. 

Moira- You're losing a great chance to become more powerful, Shimada. Why become human again when you can be immortal and… become a god? *smirk*

Ally- Is this woman disturbing you, mate? *annoyed*

Hanzo- Not yet… But she will. Stay OUT of our way! *walk to the stairs*

Moira- Our way? *laughs* Are you getting soft, demon? Is the girl? 

Hanzo-... *Look at her over his shoulder* Is it her humanity that calls me… Her purity and empathy. If you show your face again, witch… I'll rip your skin off…! *disappear to the second floor*

Moira- Good lucky, archer. 

*in the room*

You- *Hanzo enter the room* You got something? *he throws to you the notebook* Mm? What is this? 

Hanzo- You will see… *sits on the bed*

You - *open up* The flower? Wow, who made these notes? So detailed! 

Hanzo- Allistor's daughter, the tavern owner *you nodded*

You- Nice! She made some theories about where it may be… she's pretty smart! And we have a lot of different plants and flowers… 

Hanzo - We have the notes so… Can we go? 

You- Already? *you get up, Hanzo tried to say something but he gave up when he saw that you look better* I want to talk with the owner downstairs! *smiles going to the door but the demon immediately gets in from of you* What…?

Hanzo- There's someone downstairs that wants to harm you… 

You - The guards?! 

Hanzo- Kind worse… Don't go now, she knows about you. 

You - She? Who is she? 

Hanzo- A witch… she wants you.

You-... *sighs facing the floor* Right. 

Hanzo- Do you know her? 

You- Moira O'deorain… Right? 

Hanzo- *suprised* Yes… Exactly.

You- So… She is alive…*sit on the bed again* 

Hanzo- Alive? 

You- She… Killed my family to kidnap me. She destroyed them right in front of me. 

Hanzo- What does she want with you? 

You- My blood… My soul. My power. *stands up* My uncle saved me and keeped me with him in the middle of the forest protected by his magic against Moira. 

Hanzo - You've been running from her your entire life… 

You- I never went out of this woods… and now… I'm vulnerable. She found me. 

Hanzo - She did… But I'm here and we have a deal. I'll protect you! 

You- *smirk* Sorry to put you in this situation… 

Hanzo - I meant to be here. Don't worry. You needed someone to protect you and I'm here… 

You -... Thank you, Onryo. 

Hanzo- By the way… My name is Hanzo Shimada. 

You- *giggles* Cool, thanks for telling me your name, Hanzo… I'm Y/N. I think now we can really start something. 

*Later, in the room, you woke up and was sunset, everything was dark in the room already but you could see a little bit of a blue light coming from Hanzo's blue body, he was staring at the window*

You-... Hanzo? 

Hanzo- *Look at you* You finally woke up… 

You- I slept that much? 

Hanzo- Is almost night time again… We have to move. Allistor said that we can get out from the backdoor… Moira is waiting for you downstairs. 

You- She stayed here this whole time?! She's… terrific! 

Hanzo- Indeed. How does she know you were here? 

You- I don't have any idea, but she was fast… And I need to stay away from her. 

Hanzo- Go first, I'll be right behind you. 

You- You better be.

*you pick up your things getting out of the room, while Hanzo stand there for a few seconds before look around*

Hanzo- *close his eyes whispering some strange language while his body became white*

You- *get outside for the backdoor and sighs looking back* Where are you? *you felt a strange sensations coming from the tavern* What is happening? *a minute later, Hanzo appears, blue as normal like nothing happened* What was that? 

Hanzo- What? 

You- I felt a… I don't know, something strange in my chest while you were there. 

Hanzo- Oh… *laughs* I was cleaning our presence in the tavern and now until the next woods, we won't leave any track. Moira can't follow us that fast now. 

You- Right… *chuckles* Of course you do things like that, you're a spirit. 

Hanzo- Exactly, now, let's move. Where do we go first? 

You- First theory is an entrance to a mountain inside of a cave *you start walking* It calls… Aw shit… Is the Bear Cave. 

Hanzo- *stops* BEAR cave?! 

You- *turns to him with a fake smile* Yeaah… 

Hanzo- The bears on this land are a beast! Real beast! 

You- I know! *walk to him putting a hand on his chest* I've studied them too and why is your body so warm? 

Hanzo- Well… I'm a spirit of element fire… I'm… hot…? 

You - All right, that's new. I didn't know that spirits had elements. 

Hanzo- Neither I… I found out when I set fire in a guard just blowing to him *laughs* 

You- *chuckles* You crazy… *Look back* So… Bear Cave? 

Hanzo- Don't we have another option? 

You-... Hanzo, you control two dragons, you're a fire spirit! Don't tell me you're afraid of a bear! 

Hanzo- Is not just a "bear" , it is THE BEAR! 

You - Still a bear! Let's go! *turns around walking* 

Hanzo- Wait! *trying to speak something and whispers to himself* I'm scared of bears… *walking behind you stressed*

*After a few hours walking, you started to feel a pain in your feet*

You- *suddenly you squat tired* I'm tired… and hungry *sighs*

Hanzo- Mortals… *roll eyes going in front of you* Get up, I'll take you on my back. You need a rest. 

You- *Look at him with puppy eyes*... 

Hanzo- *confused* What? You want something, don't you? 

You- *open your arms on his direction* Pick me up? 

Hanzo- *take a deep breath feeling your body warmed up a little more* Better we go, it is getting cold. Come on, "princess"! *He picked you up like a bride* 

You - Is comfortable like that ~

Hanzo- Great, now shut up and sleep until I have some place for you to sleep. 

You- You don't sleep? 

Hanzo- *sighs* No… Or eat. I have no organs. 

You- Make sense… no organs. So you don't have the pipi? 

Hanzo- *stop walking* The what?! 

You- I'm curious, that's all… 

Hanzo- But…! Pipi?! 

You- Alright Mister Right! Penis! Genital! External organ! Masculine thing! 

Hanzo- All right! I got it and no! But yes! I… "lost" the "functionality" . Is here, but is not useful. 

You- *confused and laugh* What the hell do you mean with "functionality"? 

Hanzo- *blush and chuckles* Shut up, woman. You pervert. 

You- Sounds perverted, but is only a curiosity… and… Well, being honest, you're a demon with a horn and big teeth but… You're kind of hot. 

Hanzo- *stop walking again* Can you stop saying weird stuff? 

You- Is uncomfortable? 

Hanzo- No, just weird *sighs walking again*

You- I mean, look at this chest! I mean, you're not skin and bones like me, but it's sexy. Strooong arms. This neeeck~ 

Hanzo- Stoooop! Or I'll throw you into the bush! 

You - Try me…! *immediately throws you into the bush* He- Hey! HANZO! I CAN'T MOVE! 

Hanzo- *laughing out loud* You doubted me! 

You- Get me out of here! *One of the dragons appears getting closer* Hey little dragon…! Help me out!

Claw- *worry noises and look at Hanzo growling*

Hanzo- What? Is funny! 

Claw- *more angry growling*!!

Hanzo- All right! Dammit! *sighs* Females…*easily pick you up putting you carefully on the floor*

You- *Clean your outfit and Claw get closer again* I'm fine, cutie~ 

Claw- *cute noises and wraps around you* 

You- See? Even your dragon likes me better~

Hanzo- *roll eyes* Whatever… Let’s go.

*After hours walking and many rests, both finally get to a quiet woods, too quiet… Hanzo looked around to the few trees*

Hanzo- There’s no animals…? *look up hearing just one bird singing* What’s happening here? 

You- Well… *open the notebook* If this is the place, this is the Blood Land.

Hanzo- Blood Land? *frowned* Do you know this place?

You- Few things… it says that one of the most blood wars happened here between witches, orcs and men… 

Hanzo- And…who won?

You- Definitely the orcs… *looking around* If it is true, they still surround these places for ages.

Hanzo- I didn’t know the orcs were…true.

You- Are you scared? *smirk* 

Hanzo- N-No! I just never saw an orc before! Only on books. 

You- Well, they’re not different from the books. Ugly, super strong that one punch can break your jaw. Oh, and they say that the earth is “contaminated” with the war blood, so at night, the forest is red. They said that the blood of the warriors climb to the trees and their spirits can only vague through the lands at night. So…is where the name Blood Land came from.

Hanzo- Orcs, men and witches, they may not be nice spirits…

You- The Men spirits are weaker for sure, but orcs and witches, more aggressive…specially the orcs.

Hanzo- Well… *sighs* Those are only stories anyway. *start walking* But, why are there no animals? Since we arrived, there’s no birds or deers.

You- Maybe the land is really contaminated. *shrugs* The trees, fruits, water. 

Hanzo- And the “bear cave” is here? 

You- Actually…no, but after this forest we have Black Misty Forest.

Hanzo- That name is no good thing, right?

You- Nope, let’s go. *walking in front of him, he only looked at you going*

Hanzo- We’re going to die…

You- I may die, you’re immortal.

Hanzo- *Smelling something and walk to a small tree with fruits, he pick up one and smell closer* This…poisoned. 

You- What?

Hanzo- This is a Blueberry bush… Is all poisoned with something…something like…

You- Blood? *he nodded and you smirk* Well, explained about the animals! 

Hanzo- But why were the warriors' blood contaminated? And…the war, I believe that it was centuries ago.

You- Yes, it was… we had witches fighting in here, maybe…a plague? 

Hanzo- Mm…we are not investigating that, let’s move…*look up to the sky* Is getting night already and we need to build a fire.

*After a few minutes, you both found a small cave and built a fire. Hanzo keeps watching outside, the forest becoming slowly red while the moon still rise up*

You- Is red already?

Hanzo- I can…see the blood climbing the wood trees… This is bizarre. I feel that we shouldn’t be here. *look at you* I think we’re not welcome. 

You- Don’t say that, you’re a spirit! They should respect your…power.

Hanzo- I have no power through this land. 

You- But you're powerful. 

Hanzo- But not the most powe- *suddenly stops and froze, like a animal* 

You- Han?

Hanzo- Shh…! *slowly walking to you and the fireplace suddenly went out scaring you*

You- What was that….?! *whispers*

Hanzo- Me… I heard something *he crouched down next to you* Be quiet! 

You- *look at him* You put down the fire but you shine…! 

Hanzo- *growls* I know…! Quiet!

*Outside, heavy footsteps slowly approaching to the cave and then, at the entry, a enormous silhouette of a Orc growlimg and holding a human body in half. You gasped in fear and Hanzo hugged you from behind shutting your mouth with one of his hands. The orc looked inside of the cave and Hanzo tried to hide deeper, but it was the end already, he could feel the wall behind him*

Hanzo- Stay…still…*he whispered* He…is…blind.

*You're shaking and almost crying, the energy of this creature was terrifying! Hanzo has night vision, so he could clearly see the orc white pupils. The orcs smelled something, drop the half human body and slowly walking into the cave, you tried to move in panic, but Hanzo, with his other arm he wrapped around you, holding still*

Hanzo- Don't…panic…we're alright. 

You- *Close your eyes in fear and you breath was faster* 

*The orc didn't stop, Hanzo notice that he was smelling you, so he starts to whispers in a weirs language again, you seemed lost as he whispering in your ear, you couldn't understand a word*

*The orc stops walking in a few centimeters of both of you, making you gasp in relieve and praying for the orc walk away. The creature lost the smell he was following, so he turned around and slowly to the cave entry picking up the half human body, where both of you could see the organs falling off, then…he dissapeared, he heavy steps were getting more far away every second*

Hanzo- Don't scream…*he slowly let you go and he notice you were paralyzed* Hey…?

You- *take a deep breath taking your hands In your face* Oh…! Oh my God…! 

Hanzo- I know…that was tense…

You- Ho-how…! *you look at him, you were crying* How he walked away after….Smelling me?! 

Hanzo- I did the same spell I did at the tavern, he lost your essence. 

You- And…! He was…blind?!

Hanzo- Yes…*he stands up* he was ugly like the devil. Seemed like a pretty old fella.

You- Fe-fella?! We could easily be killed…! I mean, I could be easily killed by this thing…! 

Hanzo- *he notice your panic* Hey hey…We are fiiine…alive. We have a deal, I'll protect you. 

You- We were cornered…!

Hanzo- I had a second plan…*he hold your arms* I'll protect you, y/n.

*you take a deep breath and agreed going to the fireplace*

You- Help me with the fire…*a blue fires suddenly lights up and you looked at him* You could make fire all this time?

Hanzo- Yeah.

You- So why you let me work my ass to light this shit?! 

Hanzo- *laughs going to the entry* Is cute seeing you angry with the sticks. 

You-....*sighs blushing* Stupid…

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