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    Shhhh he's gay too don't you even worry about it
    Everyone is gay
    No fighting it
    Screams


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    Naw fam


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    I've never made characters based off of other characters for some reason until Hanzo here and it's not even a canonical interpretation of him


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    Lmao good luck man idk how you manage to handle so many characters at once
    I only have two and one of them is on a long term hiatus


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    I love making my characters suffer
    Hanzo is in pain and it's A+++
    can't wait for him to lose his voice mmmm good shit right there and so much pain


    // quietly bangs on table
    overwatch overwatch overwatch overwatch
    make an overwatch character I agree with that decision 10000%


    but ahh that looks so good! More sad gay men is everything my heart requires. Please break them as much as possible for me, thank


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    [s]idk man
    which one speaks to you the most


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    yee there's a genji already in shadowclan this hanzo's brother as well no less but I haven't seen like any other overwatch characters around ever since Junkrat died in what I beleive was Darkclan if memory doesn't fail me lmao


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    I feel that actually, right now I'm thinking of changing Hanzo's profile but I can't seem to stay with one for longer than a few minutes ehhhh


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    yeah its why I never bothered to stay in the exiles
    a whole bunch of one liners and filler replies, or none at all


    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Their shrieks were surrounding him, and ghastly white faces peered down at him with dead, judging eyes. And they screamed. They screamed and screamed and screamed and all that Hanzo could do was scream back one pathetic phrase. I'm sorry. He couldn't choke up anything more, anything more meaningful. I'm sorry didn't bring back the dead. I'm sorry didn't matter.


    But the screaming was suddenly cut short, and Hanzo felt air suddenly slam into his lung at full force, stopping his breathing for a full three seconds as his eyes snapped open, staring wide eyed at Tesla but not seeing him. It took him a moment to realize that he had firmly clutched the male's paw, claws just barely managing not to leave more than scratches on his skin. It wasn't a friendly grip, either. It wasn't a need for contact, it was a need to get whatever had been on him off. Hanzo glanced down between them, amber eyes still wide before he let out a small hiss and withdrew his arm, focusing instead on the screams and how they were fading. Good... That was good. He didn't know why they were going away but it was something that he needed. The Akita didn't move for a good minute, breathing labored as he tried to shake off the last remains of the nightmare from his mind. Once he did, there was something fragile to the way he looked - hunched over onto himself, eyes pleading and still red from tears. He looked equally the mess he felt, and it sickened him even though he knew he couldn't change it. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and he could still hear dull yells ringing in his ears.


    He soon realized how close Tesla still was to him, and he quickly pushed himself away, not trusting himself to do the rightful thing right now. An embrace seemed like heaven right now, and it took all the willpower that Hanzl had to not fall against Tesla. So he stumbled back as quickly as he could to avoid it, breathing heavily and a haunted expression forming on his face. "They never stop screaming," he weakly responded, staring up at the wolf with a plea in his eyes. It was obvious he still wasn't fully back from whatever nightmare he had been having. "They never..." he broke off as his throat tightened, voice breaking. The echoes were still ringing in his head, and he noted the sudden taste of blood in his maw in a fuzzy haze. He had bitten clean through his cheek.


    He needed to rest. THe logical part of his head was staring to slowly wake up, wrapping his mind in a comforting blanket of facts and rational explanations. There was only steps now, and he gladly took comfort in them, even as he felt his emotions briefly numb. First he needed to rest, before anything else. Sleep wouldn't do - he didn't want to risk going back into that hell again. Meditation would do. He needed tea, a quiet spot, and silence. He squeezed his amber eyes shut, refusing to look at everyone who had suddenly approached, interested in what he assumed must have been the show of their fucking lives. It was a nightmare, Hanzo. But it felt so god damn real.


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    Quietly sneaks into here
    Should probably track this
    YEET


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    I feel that man
    I'd respond but I'm feeling sick right now and I'm heading to school and I can't think straight ;_; I'll respond when j get out or during lunch depending on how i feel


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    SCREM
    I has been the pat


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    Hello there!! Pleasure to meet you fam :UU welcome to our clan of angst and sin where everyone is gay and you can't escape


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    I'll try to respond tho but the response might be fucking bullshit :C
    Also lmao Hanzo will probably be like "hah right yeah okay" and not believe them and sort of ignore them because like hell some sort of weird dog is going to try and order him around and try to establish himself as some sort of alpha figure Hanzo has dominance issues
    Don't fight him he'll shoot an arrow at your face


    Ahh thank you man! I'm also in love with it lmao and I'm happy I finally found a fitting avatar


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    If you make a McCree I'll cry because I'm shipping trash and 10000% devoted to my gross gay men so if you see me lurking then don't mind me
    But I've never seen a Morrison made before at all :u


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    Ffff only if you want to man, I'm not gonna force you to do it
    Plus if you put him here you'll have to deal with my constant Mchanzo bullshit whoops
    Who am I kidding you'll have to deal with that 24/7 anyways


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    It was a perfected mask that Hanzo wore during the day, mostly a facade to keep prying eyes away from his life and how he chose to go through with it. If you looked okay, no one ever asked questions. If you focused on being the one with the questions, or perhaps even answers, then no one had the time to do the same to you. It was a great method of self preservation, wasn't it? Slowly dying from the inside, with no one the wiser until eventually Hanzo fell forward, rotting at the core and letting his insides spill out for all to see. "Maybe you deserve it," a faceless voice whispered into his ear, earning a snarl from the Akita as he turned to face in that direction, neck snapping almost unnaturally towards it. Frustration was building steadily in Hanzo's gut the longer he sat there, surrounded by prying faces and hushed voices that whispered from the shadows, still not completely quiet. He wanted them all to leave. To shut the fuck up. But no - the constant reminder was always there, and on occasions such as this, nightmares plagued Hanzo ceaselessly even as he attempted to push them back. They never came often, but they always hit hard.


    "No they don't. But one day maybe, they'll be quieter." Tesla's voice visibly startles Hanzo, and he shifts his eyes towards him as if he had completely forgotten of the wolf's presence. He stiffens, allowing the words to sink in, but after a defensive moment he all but crumpled forward once more, pressing a paw to his forehead to stop the headache plaguing him. In a way he was glad for those words, and not the usual lies that he got from people telling him it'll all eventually pass and it'll be okay. You didn't forget things that Hanzo had seen and done. The voices simply wouldn't stop, and there was an odd sense of ironic comfort that someone understood that equally as well. It wouldn't pass, that's what Tesla meant. It wouldn't pass but it got better. Nightmares used to plague him each night, so he was already visibly improving. But that was hardly a thrill for him.


    Once more a startled expression formed on Hanzo's features as Tesla spoke up once more, this time inquiring of what he could do to help. His eyes open up once more, though this time far less haunted then before. There was just an intense fatigue present there, one that sunk deep into his bones and soul and forced his already small body to look even smaller. Fragile. It was a good word to describe him and the situation. Stubborn and fragile. A wariness was also seeping into him, and it made his eyes flicker around at all the different faces with a coldness gripping his expression, as if daring any of them to say something so that he had the personal right to rip someone's throat out at that moment. Tesla wasn't spared the look either, and soon enough suspicion accompanied the ice that had settled in his eyes, turning them into a storm of emotions. He didn't even know if half of them were real. This could still be a dream for all he knew, and they were all going to die and blame him for it as well. He was going to blame himself for it.


    But the ice melts soon enough as he realized he was too exhausted to be able to keep it up, whatever strength the anger and suspicion had given him evaporated, shoulders instantly sagging forward as his expression turned defeated. He hasn't answered the question yet, he realized. But what was there to say? He wanted so much, and it seemed like such a pointless question. So with a sharp jerk of his head the Akita replied with a no, reaching towards the yellow ribbon tied around his neck, staring to play with it to steady his nerves. "Gomen'nasai. You didn't need to see me like this," he soon murmured out once more, grimacing at how pathetic he sounded. "You can all go home if you want."


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    SOBS
    Gayson you don't even realize how much you're killing me right now
    The good kind of death tho don't worry


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    YEE
    // is patted
    I'm hype man, you won't believe because I've been actively searching out for a McCree for ages now and this makes me a happy happy man ok my heart is happy
    !! Idk man I suck at bodies I just make everything some sort of dog LMAO