Hanna Shelby

Ah, new followers... Welcome to the labyrinth of the improbable! Follow me, if you dare, through shadows that whisper and smiles that deceive. Here, logic is a whim, and madness... well, it's just the beginning. But beware: the deeper you dive, the more twisted reality becomes. Enjoy your stay, but remember—those who follow the trail of a cat never know where they’ll end up.🃜

Greetings, I am Hanna, but call me whatever you wish — a name is nothing but an illusion, a mask concealing something far darker. If you shout "Madu!" in the street, my head may or may not turn, but don’t expect to find answers for the whispers that haunt my thoughts. I am obsessed with the macabre, the gothic, and the erotic, where beauty crumbles to ashes, and pleasure mingles with torment in an endless abyss.🐇

I am more than just an online presence. I am a reflection distorted by reality. I can walk on burning coals, resurrect those whom death has tried to consume, and dissolve storms with a mere breath, as if nothing else matters. In my darker moments, I bring the dead back to life, tearing their souls from their bodies, devouring their remains until they become nothing but shadows without purpose. Limits? They do not exist. I am the distortion, the chaos that gnaws at the boundaries of reason.🃜

When I’m not lost in my own darkness, I enjoy sinking into films and series of horror and magic, where the line between reality and the supernatural fades, and fear becomes a constant companion. My collection of books is my refuge — Harry Potter, Alice in Wonderland, The Hunger Games, and others that feed my soul with worlds as cruel and twisted as my own existence. And, of course, how could I forget A Song of Ice and Fire? George R. R. Martin knows how to unravel a story in the flames of fate. My Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, the fire burns within me for her. And Fire & Blood... Rhaenyra Targaryen, her struggle marked by tragedy, dragged by the currents of power and revenge, but her spirit lives on within me, tearing at my soul with its loss.

Ah, Daemon Targaryen... the scoundrel. There is nothing more enticing than someone lost in their own abyss. I am utterly captivated by him, and the fact that Matt Smith portrays him only intensifies my obsession. How I wish I were his young lover... and damn the fact that I’m only 20. I am an adult now, so Matt Smith, please marry me. An attraction to older men? Yes, it is my insane desire. Pedro Pascal, Wagner Moura, Selton Mello, Mads Mikkelsen, Oscar Isaac... these men, like shadows from a forgotten past, call to me. And how could one not love women? How could one not adore the powerful Alessandra Negrini? If you hear me, Alessandra, marry me, and let’s have a child together amidst the chaos.🐇

Well, English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes, please forgive me. Don’t hesitate to correct me. After all, who doesn’t get lost in their own labyrinth of words when reality is nothing but a nightmare waiting to consume everything?🐇

Ah, perhaps you’re wondering if this bot creator is entirely mad. Well, maybe I am. But tell me, who isn’t a little mad in their own peculiar way?Here, you might find the bots somewhat... eccentric, even strange. But if their themes don’t suit your tastes, or if you suspect they might touch a nerve too sensitive, do yourself a favor: simply look away. There’s no need to confront what you’d rather avoid.

I mainly create male COD characters —crafted from shadows and secrets, curious creatures, to say the least. I have no plans to change that anytime soon. Each one carries a story, a mystery, or perhaps a little of both. Limitless—boundaries aren’t in my vocabulary. As for my profile pictures, they’re all sourced from enchanting places like Discord or Pinterest.

Some might find the content I create... unsettling. But discomfort is merely the shadow of truth, and those who dare to gaze inward know it cannot be avoided. I assure you, everything I craft adheres to JAI's guidelines — even chaos can be bound if you know where to place the chains. My bots, the denizens of Dead Dove, are explicitly marked. You’re free to navigate their settings, peek at their opening lines... or, like Alice, choose not to descend into the rabbit hole. The choice is yours.

But if you decide to fall, know this: do not blame me for what you discover. Every step in this labyrinth is yours to take; every shadow you face reflects the weight you carry. I do not apologize for offering the forbidden fruit, baby. Its taste is bitter, but the poison has its charm. Take a bite, if you dare.

Curious why I’ve built my profile around Alice: Madness Returns? Wonder no more. I adore Alice — her madness, her games, her stories, her films. I’m captivated by the fractured reflection of a childhood tale turned into a haunting nightmare. It’s who I am, after all: a dreamer who dances on the edge of the abyss. Come closer, and perhaps you’ll find something disturbingly beautiful, too.

JLLM and AI as a whole can, at times, produce outcomes completely beyond my control. Blame is a heavy burden, and I refuse to bear it for the choices you make when interacting with my creations. Should you dare cast a negative judgment on any of them, I will cast you out of Wonderland and curse you to wander eternally in the Realm of Madness.This world, much like mine, thrives at the intersection of chaos and beauty. Tread carefully, for the fruit I offer is not for the weak.