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recent Uvo and Shal art-

I love them :)

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K-pop Mauga by masakuterarr

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Head empty. Just Uvonark

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I found a monster on my bed...

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I was a bit inactive lately bc I had a lot to do- (also working on the VTuber Model-) so here have a doodle of Drole <3

he's a big cutie

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Sooo about my HxH uvonark Highschool AU fanifction-

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my very first vs my very recent Uvogin art-

2020 VS 2023 btw

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Last Moment /part2| HxH Oneshot [Shalnark x Uvogin]

Last Moment | HxH Oneshot [Shalnark [x Uvogin)]

Summary: "You must not phone, because at the most important time, it won't work... You won't be able to answer the phone either, because one

Summary:

"The boy screamed. It was loud in his ears, if he even screamed after all, or if it was just imagination. He did not know. He didn't want to know. He just wanted to be with Uvogin now."

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A/N:

This sas shit needed to finally end so here I am to give you guys the second and last part of my HxH oneshot- It was pretty random that I finished it (just rn actually lol) but I enjoyed it! And I hope so do you!

Not much to say except: if u haven't read the first part, do it first! Also spoilers for Hunter x Hunter Chapter 357! No Gore this time. But much emotions and mental pain... the good spice ;)

There's not much to say except: If you haven't read the first part yet, do it first! Also, spoilers for Hunter x Hunter chapter 357! No gore this time. But lots of emotion and emotional pain… the good spice ;)

(oh btw I will also upload this part to ao3!)

now enjoy~ <3

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The cold breeze in Shalnark's face drew a shiver with it. Almost like ice, it burned his red cheeks. He remembered. It was dark around him when he last opened his eyes. Gray and foggy. Only the strong red of his blood stood out. The blood as it dripped down. No almost flowed, with the injury which Hisoka had inflicted on him before. Hisoka. Shalnark's head ached at the name. It brought up old memories in him. The memories, which he had forgotten for a moment.

Too many thoughts were in his head. But among all these, there was one that spoke of more importance. Where was he now? Shalnark was sure that he had died moments ago. How he lost awareness on the squeaky swing and fell asleep. So why was he awake, if he even was. Too much he didn't know at that moment. He hated not having an overview of the situation. One of the reasons why he had a bad feeling about letting Uvogin fight Kurapika alone from the very beginning.

Shalnark tried to open his eyes. It was strange. He had no sensation anymore. As if he had lost his senses. There was no sense of being.

However, it was bright. The only thing he could notice. Or was he just imagining it? And what would he see if he could?

He was confused.

With all his effort, however, he could recognize his body. He was nothing like before. Less blood. Less wounds. And in general, he looked a little different. At least, that's how Shalnark perceived it. He could move, even if he had the feeling that he had lost his sense of touch. It was a strange feeling. Still, it gave him some relief. But now his next question came up. One of many, many more. What would he do now? So he was now, in nothingness? He was dead, that was for sure, after all, he could no longer see the world. Could no longer see Kortopi's head below him. No longer the dark faces of his friends, which for him was like the warm sunbeam. Shalnark's thoughts fell silent. They became quieter and quieter until they were no longer present at all. At that moment nothing went through his mind. Nothing that could have annoyed him. Nothing that made him think. Nothing that gave him a jolt of emotion in any form.

He was in nothingness.

Him. Just him alone with himself.

Should he now reflect on his crimes here and feel possible regret in order to possibly go to heaven? Or should he stay forever or even go to hell?

Shalnark did not believe in such a thing. He had never questioned it. Nor had he ever wondered where those he killed went. Or who his friends had killed.

There was a name that drilled into his head.

Uvogin.

It rang in his head. He heard that loud and unmistakable laugh. Heard that growling voice as it risen and fell. And he saw him again. Saw that grinning face before his eyes.

It hit Shalnark like a blow to the back of the head. Too many feelings came at once. They overran him. He saw only after a moment how he suddenly sat on his knees. How the tears hit his thighs. It was too much. Too many thoughts took him by surprise.

Would he now have to stay here alone? Was Uvogin already somewhere else? Was this the hell in which he was now trapped? Would he have to remember him for eternities. Remember the pain. All the memories. Was this Shalnark's punishment?

The boy screamed. It was loud in his ears, if he even screamed after all, or if it was just imagination. He did not know. He didn't want to know. He just wanted to be with Uvogin now.

Shalnark screamed louder. He didn't want to. Just didn't want to face the thought. Better to die, he thought. But he was already dead...

He was trapped. Trapped in emotions and pain. How long would he have to endure this? There was probably no answer to this question. Time was relative now.

Shalnark screamed one last time and then fell silent.

It was quiet. He did not know how long he had been in the Nothing.

Shalnark remembered again. Remembered the hairy and wide arms around his shoulder. How Uvogin pressed him against the large and hard chest, which somehow seemed to be soft.

The only thing he heard was his name. His name from the mouth of the one he loved so much. Again and again he heard it in his head. It was like a beautiful melody. He wanted to hear it again and again. To hear the voice appear in his head. How the lump stuck in the throat as he talked. How the smoke from, probably endless, cigarettes escaped from his lungs. And, how the emotions blossomed from his open heart.

Shalnark smiled for a moment.

The idea gave him the feeling of a small flame, which blazed lightly in his chest.

So the memory was the only thing he had left.

"Shalnark..." No. He could hear it clearly. That voice was not a memory.

The boy tried to open his eyes. Despite the many tears in his eyes, he could see something. A figure. It didn't take him long to recognize it. There was only one person who had that big, wide and rough silhouette. "Uvo?", Shalnark's voice seemed fragile and shaky. His vision became blurred. A tense feeling spread across his face. He felt himself biting his lip. How the warm tears slid down his cheek. How his eyebrows pressed down. And suddenly they were there again. The wide hairy arms. How they squeezed around his back. How he felt the rough fingers against his skin. The rough hairs as they touched his face. How he suddenly sat on the big thighs. And how his face was pressed against a warm neck.

"I'm sorry...", Uvogin's voice was uncharacteristically shaky, the boy realized. At the same moment he could also feel warm tears on his head. "... I guess I wasn't careful enough".

"Idiot." Shalnark smiled. And so did Uvogin.

I need more sad Uvo x Shal stuff- hhhh