Aloissocool

☆Haiiiii I'm Alo!!

✧He/they/it✧

Working on my own comic!✯⁠ (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Artist☆~animator~☆sometimes I write (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Currently obsessed w/ :

-Bannerfall smp

-Unstable smp

-Gachiakuta

-spaceeee ☆

I do commissions!! My prices→ commission

(I disappear constantly....more than likely not gonna be online, feel free to message.....(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠))

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Apparently there’s just another I’d-like-to-see-you-try-pfp having curehunt shipper which is kinda odd cause there’s really not that many of us let alone ones who use the ship name I made up 💀

+ a present for my sister

+ unrelated drabble ↓

something something..., that night was the first and last time I would ever see him,, looks akin to a friend(?) of mine but.. different, his hair was messier, with a slight stutter to his voice, and skin so pale he looked half dead. we talked throughout the night, in front of the warmth of a brightly lit campfire. He listed the details of his life, one not so different from my own, the troubling tales of vampires and monster hunting, a town of people who were disbelieving, how his means of protection turned against him. and, in turn, I told him my story... I'd never seen someone listen so avidly, he hung onto my every word, reacted strongly to every problem I had faced.

Eventually we had both grown tired of sitting out in the snow, the fire by now had barely kept lit and the sun would start to rise. strangely no monster had came within any distance during our stay outside, he gave no reasoning as to why, other than he sometimes 'had that effect'. as we both stood I went to speak, to invite him inside or maybe apologize for keeping him out in the snow, but he spoke first, "I should really get going" he sighed, his tone solemn, weary almost. "go? go where?there's nowhere to go there nothing h-!" I was cut off by a laugh, the red almost purple in his eyes glistening as the sun rose.

"gosh you sound just like him" he smiled warmly. from where I stood I noticed his position, under the tall pines of the forest, where as I stood openly in the sun. I went to step forward and press him further, after all any town or living town anyway was far from where we were and no one would get that far without a considerable amount of gear, but then he grinned "don't worry, I'll come back to visit!" finally I willed myself forward but it wasn't nearly enough as he ran off, smiling ear to (strangely pointed) ear, waving all the while. from that point on I have gone miles and miles into that forest and ran into no sign of him, not one put out campfire nor abandoned crafting table, as if he had disappeared.

...I never got his name.