Hannah the Small

He observed the paintings with utter fascination. '... I wield dreamsand,' he murmured inaudibly 'Good dreams... are my gift to others...'

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:44:30 +0100

“Those people are lucky then.” Hannah chuckled as she put paint to her canvas, adding some details to a drying painting

slytherinsaa: commander-cosmo: WAIT IS ‘CAR’ JUST A SHORTER FORM OF ‘CARRIAGE’ //I CAN’T...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:31:19 +0100

slytherinsaa:

commander-cosmo:

WAIT IS ‘CAR’ JUST A SHORTER FORM OF ‘CARRIAGE’

//I CAN’T WITH THAT GIF

//ITS LIKE SOMEONE IS SLOWLY PUTTING A HAT ON HIS HEAD

//Holy crap he’s actually really fun to...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:26:56 +0100

//Holy crap he’s actually really fun to draw

// seirlranpiscesatlen

He slowly cocked his head as a curious puppy. '..Oh?' His smile widened tad a bit, becoming more heartfelt 'A welcomed gift...?' That would be one of the first...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:17:29 +0100

“Mhm, most of my paintings are based off of dreams I have. Its like walking into a whole new world to explore.” Hannah gestured to some of her paintings, vast jungles or towering cities, even glorious fields and ships that sailed in the sky

Watching her for a moment, his smile slowly returned, thought not as fixated as before. Nightmares... fear... he did not like them. 'Sanderson..' he murmured silently with his sand as his voice '..You seem to have... troubles sleeping...' That was unfortunate... Very unfortunate...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:07:35 +0100

Sitting in front of a canvas Hannah smiled apologetically, “Nice to meet you Sanderson. I do kinda. Dreams are a welcome gift in these times.”

fallenpitch: larryrickardfan: g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s: myeightce...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:06:16 +0100

fallenpitch:

larryrickardfan:

g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s:

myeightcents:

biberoni:

heartoffire:

mylittleferret:

manndyy:

erasemeezy:

I’ve honestly never laughed at anything this hard in my entire life. I’m crying.

OH DEAR GOD WHAT WHAT SHIT

I need this on my blog again.

This is gold!

oh my god

caNNOT FUCKING BREATHE

{OH MY FUCKING GOD I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING}

//whoever made this owes me a new set of lungs

nightmare

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:01:33 +0100

drawntonightmares:

delmaria94:

drawntonightmares:

delmaria94:

It was growing darker, Hannah’s heart thudded as she tried to hold her breath just a little longer.

She saw the thick dark water flowing around her, eyeing the shadows that curled and thrashed around the drowning girl. With glowing eyes she approached, bringing her own shadows behind her, like the tail of a comet. When she reached her the shadows that bound her, pulled her more down to the ground and hold her from breath saw her and hissed, but froze when seeing those dark blue eyes. They were not the golden hues of the Nightmare King, but similar. They hissed, but retreated, very slowly.

With one hand she slashed away the tendrils, like roots from the earth and with the other she hold the little girl. The water was still flowing around her, but she felt something new. It was…like breath. A hull surrounded the girl as the arms closing around her and hugged her softly.

“Hannah, you have to help me…I can’t get you awake alone…I gave you air…but I need your help on the last part. You have to swim…swim to the surface, else you will loose yourself, loose yourself in the dark…please…Swim for your life, Hannah. And don’t worry.” She gave her a soft smile. “I…will stay with you until you wake up, no shadow will catch you” she said reasurringly.

The air, oh god the glorious air. How she needed it. Listening to the sweet voice she swam where gravity pulled. Up. Her arms moved slowly as if swimming through slush, limbs aching from the cool water. Her ears rang with the screeching of shadows below her.

Instinct, driven by fear forced her to swim, she probably looked ridiculous, no one had taught her after all so it was more like a mad flailing of limbs

Tendrils lashed out at her, determined to keep her in this swirling nightmare. This wasn’t real, but it felt like it, her lungs began to burn as her fingertips brushed the surface of the water.

She was so close, so close

She smiled at the brave girl, nodding. “That’s it, Hannah….swim” she murmured, staying a little behind. The shadows came back, knowing what she did and hating her for it. She has stole her prey, and not for herself, no, she had set it free, helped it even. What a sin for a Fearling, for a Nightmare…she was like their master…but not really. She was…kind. With her own shadows that shone a bright blue she cut the tentacles of blackness away, letting it float in the water and sink down to the floor, taking great satisfaction everytime it happens…

Until the tendrils dashed passed her and curled around Hannah again. She hissed and something formed around her hands, it looked like a coat, connected with her back, that helped her to dash like the shadows in the water. With her own tendrils, that looked like her hair she slit the shadows apart and let the girl swim again, she even pushed her the last steps, letting her the chance to break the surface and wake up

“Wake up, Hannah….wake up and take care…you are needed greatly. Wake up, little Girl and fill the hearts with hopes again” she said in a clear voice, feeling the shadows of Hannah’s dream curl around her own limbs.

She took the challenge gladly and dashed forward into the darkness, grinning and laughing lightly while slashing and ripping to the core of the fear.

Each time a tendril wrapped itself around her she fought the urge to scream, she needed to keep the air she had.She couldn’t die here. Hannah’s lungs screamed at her now, needing something to fill it, to feed them, to help.

Her limbs pushed with more desperation than ever, primal need forcing her to move even faster through the thick water. With the kind voice’s help she broke the surface, taking in a massive gulp of air.

She opened her eyes to find she was laid on her bed, Boris leaning over her with concern, she was coated in cold sweat, her hands shaking as she looked about the room from where she laid

a nightmare… it was just a nightmare… yet the kind woman had asked her to wake? So where was she?

A Little Help? : Hannah

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:57:54 +0100

quirkylittlebookworm:

delmaria94:

The guardians couldn’t help? That was unnerving. Sitting on her bed she thought of Nakira, Jack and the General. They could ask, but it seemed like more people to worry about in the midst of a battle.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Mr. Qwerty, but if you think it’d be our best chance I’ll roll with it.”

He suddenly scrambled up and moved a few steps away, shuddering as he completed a spell and then was crouched beside her as a man with violet eyes and black hair in brown and black robes and trousers. He settled unsteadily onto bare feet and then suddenly grinned like a Cheshire, ignoring the cuts and old blood staining his clothes.

“No idea is technically a good one until after you’ve realized it works. But, Miss Hannah. If you have another snow globe handy, I have a weapon for us to go fetch before Darkside can.” His voice was light, the English slightly accented.

Hannah stared for a few seconds… had he just… flipping heck. rubbed the back of her neck she passed him another snow globe. Trusting him to come back safely

His smile grew more sharp, and his eyes flashed coldly. Was he just...? Why would he..?! Sanderson's hands curled into fists. Were they not grateful..?!

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:54:40 +0100

Waving away the black sand above Hannah’s head she woke with a start, her eyes wide as she held onto the fur of Boris’ arm.

“Holy… oh thank god… just a nightmare… I thought I was…” Boris shushed her, patting her head. She was awake that was good. Nightmares weren’t the best thing.

Hannah sat up rubbing her face as she shuddered, “This war is taking its toll I swear…. I get more nightmares than dreams.” she muttered.

Clearing his throat Boris prodded her and pointed to Sanderson, Hannah blinked before waving, “Oh… hey there.”

Standing Boris left Hannah to her work as he left the room, needed to keep the production lines going. Hannah slid off of her bed, picking up her paint brush before rubbing the back of her head, “Sorry there, didn’t see you. I’m Hannah, who might you be?”

A Little Help? : Hannah

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:49:20 +0100

quirkylittlebookworm:

delmaria94:

“From what I know Darkside is going to give Mani to someone… someone who’ll hurt him. I can only guess that’ll be Pitch. But I have nothing to fight back with if I go down there to get Mani.” Hannah explained, “I only have my bare hands.”

“You have magic, me, and your strength and belief my dear. I’m sure we can scrounge something up between the both of us. Dicey, but we might have to. We have no idea when Tsar Lunar and Nightlight will be available. From what I’ve gleaned, Sanderson, North, and Toothiana can’t help. Maybe Jack and this Nakira being? And we musn’t forget the General. We can at least ask these people.”

He would never force someone into danger, nor draw them away from previous responsibilities. He was prepared to fight Darkside with just his companion and the yetis. He might need some height though, and he thought he knew the right spell.

The guardians couldn’t help? That was unnerving. Sitting on her bed she thought of Nakira, Jack and the General. They could ask, but it seemed like more people to worry about in the midst of a battle.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Mr. Qwerty, but if you think it’d be our best chance I’ll roll with it.”

nightmare

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:46:00 +0100

drawntonightmares:

delmaria94:

It was growing darker, Hannah’s heart thudded as she tried to hold her breath just a little longer.

She saw the thick dark water flowing around her, eyeing the shadows that curled and thrashed around the drowning girl. With glowing eyes she approached, bringing her own shadows behind her, like the tail of a comet. When she reached her the shadows that bound her, pulled her more down to the ground and hold her from breath saw her and hissed, but froze when seeing those dark blue eyes. They were not the golden hues of the Nightmare King, but similar. They hissed, but retreated, very slowly.

With one hand she slashed away the tendrils, like roots from the earth and with the other she hold the little girl. The water was still flowing around her, but she felt something new. It was…like breath. A hull surrounded the girl as the arms closing around her and hugged her softly.

“Hannah, you have to help me…I can’t get you awake alone…I gave you air…but I need your help on the last part. You have to swim…swim to the surface, else you will loose yourself, loose yourself in the dark…please…Swim for your life, Hannah. And don’t worry.” She gave her a soft smile. “I…will stay with you until you wake up, no shadow will catch you” she said reasurringly.

The air, oh god the glorious air. How she needed it. Listening to the sweet voice she swam where gravity pulled. Up. Her arms moved slowly as if swimming through slush, limbs aching from the cool water. Her ears rang with the screeching of shadows below her.

Instinct, driven by fear forced her to swim, she probably looked ridiculous, no one had taught her after all so it was more like a mad flailing of limbs

Tendrils lashed out at her, determined to keep her in this swirling nightmare. This wasn’t real, but it felt like it, her lungs began to burn as her fingertips brushed the surface of the water.

She was so close, so close

Hi hid his shaking hands, knowing the yeti would stop him, if he tried to deepen the slumber... But the dreams, the dreams she could have...! He chuckled breathlessly.

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:42:29 +0100

Raising an eyebrow he set her on her bed, trying to wake her.

He watched the girl with narrowed eyes and fixated smile. Human... Why didn't she sleep yet..? (Hi!)

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:36:13 +0100

Boris glanced to the strange looking sandman and back down to the human in his arms.

//heyaaa

Boris? Has Hannah ever had a lover? Not like a sexual lover, but like someone she considered a life partner? If yes, what did you think of them? If no, what would you think they would be like?

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:35:32 +0100

I think she mentioned someone once form when she lived with her father… it an an… arranged relationship?

A Little Help? : Hannah

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:33:33 +0100

quirkylittlebookworm:

delmaria94:

quirkylittlebookworm:

delmaria94:

Picking up a stone Hannah ran over, bashing the lock until it broke, wincing as it roughed her hands. Without a second thought she scooped the poor creature into her hands, flinching at the Shadows that licked at her heels.

They needed to get out

Throwing the snow globe to the ground it shattered opening up their escape. Hurling herself through she landed flat on her back in the workshop, yetis attacking any shadows that got through.

“…. That was a little too close.”

“Oh if it wasn’t so awkward I might kiss you.” Qwerty collapsed in exhaustion in her arms as the portal closed and the yetis beat the last into submission. A dry sob of relief left him and six little arms clung to her shirt. He was trembling but grinning from ear to ear.

“I’ve never been so happy to be anywhere before. Such a dull, drear place, his castle. No wonder he’s entirely mad.” He was rambling, he knew it, but he was still trying to decompress and get a grip on the fact that he was out of that madhouse.

Hannah let him ramble, simply holding him as she smoothed out the pages that were crumpled. He was going to need some serious TLC. If his experience was anything like what she had in Pitch’s lair then it must have been horrible.

“You’re safe now, you can rest easy. No one’s gonna hurt you here.” she assured him, getting to her feet. Hannah let him cling knowing he probably hadn’t felt the warmth of an embrace in a while. Contact was good.

“Rest… Rest would be lovely, but Mani first. We need to collaborate. Ugh, I’m completely behind. What has happened? The last I remember, the Golden Island had been attacked. I caught Darkside gloating and heard it and North had fallen.” He closed his eyes as he waited for the shaking to subside.

Once he caught up… It was time for a game of chess he owed Darkside. A breather was all he would allow himself. He and Hannah needed to end this.

“From what I know Darkside is going to give Mani to someone… someone who’ll hurt him. I can only guess that’ll be Pitch. But I have nothing to fight back with if I go down there to get Mani.” Hannah explained, “I only have my bare hands.”

hey boris, seeing as Hannah's not awake has she ever been to the beach?

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:30:25 +0100

No but she has been at the sea once…

and now she is terrified of it

-Whispers- Give me your panties~

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:29:22 +0100

-Boris doesn’t wear panties-

She sighed, looking at her. "I )(ope s)(es okay."

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:26:57 +0100

Boris nodded, patting Feferi’s back

nightmare

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:26:41 +0100

drawntonightmares said: The nightmare looked into the various mirrors she had in the void. She looked at the dreamers scanning what dreams they had…and finally found something. Someone drowning. She frowned and reached inside

It was growing darker, Hannah’s heart thudded as she tried to hold her breath just a little longer.

(Is )(anna)( awake yet?))

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:24:28 +0100

Boris shook his head