#CW hunting

[an-albino-pinetree]

Here’s my oc Wren! From @sm-baby ‘s new ‘The Eyes Of Cats’ story!!

Yes, I’m aware this just looks like a more feral Tree in a jacket- (this is essentially just Tree, but in TEOC), but I wanted to give her a name, and an “apocalyptic” personality, to separate her a bit. <:]

“Cat breed”: Blue Somali

When people say “Oh, my cat is a real mouser” that’s the kind of “cat” she is. She has a very high “prey drive” (She came from/grew up in, a big hunting family, before the apocalypse)

She’s very skittish and defensive, personality wise. Untrusting and flighty.

Pros: Highly skilled in survival/street smarts/hunting.

Cons: Trust issues/doesn’t get attached readily. Will possibly screw you over, if it means she gets to remain safe.

[ant1quarian]

I have a very detailed, very unnerving mental picture of Killer nearly collapsing from exhaustion against a wall, bones aching and SOUL flickering rapidly. Only to look behind him and Murder...

Murder is ten fucking meters away.

And he's not even out of breath. His hands haven't removed themselves from his pockets. He's just been trailing behind while Killer runs for his life- unbothered but so, so fixated.

There's an unnerving, stone-cold glint to those vibrant eyelights of his.

Ones Killer doesn't recognise.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I feel like Nightmare’s castle is generally set in a random abandoned AU and surrounded by a forest, but I feel like the random abandoned AU isn't talked about enough.

I think it would be really interesting if it's a cluster of parts taken from random AUs and like. A clashed together world. So like if anyone needed a change of scenery without going to another AU, they could just take a trip to a different part of the cluster.

That actually sounds like a very fun concept, potentially very horrifying and confusing too. Imagine the murder time trip hunting eachother through these clusters. Either as a fun game, or perhaps murder is trying to run again so killer hunts him down.

{ @justanidiotartist }

[caveat-canine]

someone interesting just had to be blocked from my page and I usually don't share my outright opinions on things but I didn't know it was such a big thing in the community so here goes?

In typical scavenger fashion, I'm into vulture culture. I've never seen anyone in the vc community ever preach anything unethical but we do get compared to taxidermists and such quite often, which is alright since the venn diagram of that tends to be a big ol circle.

The collection and trade of animal remains isn't a black and white topic. There's ethical ways to obtain animal remains. There's unethical ways to obtain animal remains. Here's a little biased breakdown about how I feel about these ways.

Fur farms, hunting for sport, trophy hunting, and poaching- not ok.

Gathering roadkill/naturally deceased remains, hunting for food, using as much of a carcass as possible- ok and great.

Animal remains do not automatically equate to animal abuse/exploitation. I think it's important to critically think about things like this, especially in the nonhuman/therian community. It can be uncomfortable seeing remains of your species. Your personal discomfort does not automatically make something wrong, though.

Little rant/story time:

Most of the bones I have, I've found myself. I usually vulture in the woods near my house, but a few times have been lucky enough vulture on farmland owned by a horse rancher my mom used to work for. She has several hundred acres of land, but she's elderly and widowed so a lot of the forest isn't kept up with. A group of 20- something year olds decided to start dumping deer in a pit in the middle of the woods- that's where I found my buck skull. He's missing his antlers, because he was poached. Unethically killed? Yes. Unethically sourced? Up to you.

I have a fox, mink, and coyote skull, along with three rabbit pelts for my altar space, and a coyote tooth. All of them were purchased at my local powwow. Unethically sourced? Now I'm a white dude, so I can't really speak on this, but look me in the eyes and tell me indigenous hunting is unethical, and you will get laughed at, at the least.

My friend has a bat skeleton she's re-articulating. She found it dehydrated on the ground at her college campus and after an entire fiasco of the bio team taking care of it for a bit, it unfortunately passed. And now the skeleton is being used for education. Ethically sourced? They did all they could to save it.

My point? All three of these examples are different situations that aren't "fur farms" or "trophy hunting". Having a fox tail that was bought from some etsy seller who repurposes roadkill isn't inherently BAD. Finding a cool skull in the woods and keeping it to feel closer to nature isn't unethical.

Hell. If you/your family bought something from a fur farm because no one knew better? Now you know better, but treat it with respect.

Respect and education is what's going to change things, not calling others evil for having a hobby or an interest.

[devilsburger]

father- daughter bonding activities

[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm sick and could use some fluff, sooo... Whichever on you're feeling, Eden or Darius. They come home early and catch their s/o working on a special surprise for them. Maybe an extra special meal, or a gift. They don't strike me as guys who get thoughtful gifts often.

I'm going with Eden because I'm in my forest husband mood today.

Warning - I go into describing Eden hunting and butchering a boar. But hey, it's Eden, it's the reality of what he does. And it's Eden POV, so some angst when it comes to his self image. But it's the angst before the fluff.

It had been a labour intensive day for the hunter. He'd had to spend more time than usual looking after his crop - some parasites had begun to nibble at the carrots - so he'd had to remove them before they could spread.

Then when he'd gone out to hunt he'd come across a rather territorial male boar in rut. Breeding season, his least favourite time of year. The damned beast had almost gored him, but he'd luckily gotten off a shot just in time.

His heart had dropped to his stomach as the hog had continued on its path before stumbling and falling, but then relief had flooded his veins instead. That was a lot of meat. It would be a while before he'd have to hunt again.

The downside, of course, was carrying the damn thing back home. And butchering the meat so that it wouldn't leak literal shit on the good stuff in transport left him open to wolves and bears. He'd managed to bag up the insides and haul the rest without an attack, though he'd been looking over his shoulder the entire time.

When he'd made it back to his familiar clearing, he'd been covered in sweat, his hands still stained with the blood of the boar despite him having rubbed them in the river for a few minutes. Not that it mattered, he'd only get more on him when he finished the preparation. A hot bath would be ready after. You always took care of that.

He vaguely remembers having smelt something sweet in the air, but had disregarded it as another baking experiment of yours. You'd been on a kick with it lately: cookies and cakes and pastries. He'd cherished every one of them.

The hide would have to be rid of hair - boars are too coarse to use for bedding or clothes. The dried hide could be sold to tanners to make leather though, and pay for his next supply run. Even if he dreaded going to that damned market in town.

Anxiety built the more he got in his head about the market. He didn't want to make you go, he'd seen enough people try to pay through illicit means and he didn't want to subject you to those perverts. At least they left him alone now, with his ugly damn face and ogre-like body.

God, it was a wonder you touched him. Someone as beautiful as yourself, so kind and generous, stuck with him. A man not much different than the beasts he shared the forest with. You even had the kindness - or perhaps, pity - to look at him as though you did like how he looked. Kissing his scars, playing with his hair that he doesn't take care of like he should.

Truly an impressive act you put on. Not that he blames you. The alternative is to tell the truth about his hideaousness and be stuck with him being more miserable than usual.

Eden doesn't notice when you approach, some lunch ready for him. When your gentle hand brushes his shoulder he almost jumps, hand grasping his butchering knife tighter until it registers that its just his darling spouse.

"Some roasted chestnuts, Love, we're running low on fruit again."

And there it is, that damned almost angelic smile and look of love in your eyes.

"I'll see what I can find next time I'm out," he grumbles.

He tries to hide the sour mood he's in, kissing your forehead before grabbing a rag and moving to the washing basin he keeps to clean up. With soap this time.

You don't comment on it, instead taking the meat he'd already cut up to cure in salt, jar, or smoke for storage. He didn't even need to ask you. He never does, you just know what needs done and when.

And the chestnuts are great. Everything about you and everything you do is just amazing. Even on your off days when you crawl into his lap and cry, you're just perfect. And he's... Competent, he guesses.

All of his muscles ache by the time he's done with the boar, you fetching the cuts in between filling up pails of water for the bath. He still has to chop some more firewood, though, and he forces himself to do enough to last three days so he can recover. Some of that salve you make will help with the aches and pains. Again, you being perfect.

The hunter is exhausted when he stumbles into the cabin, but not so much so that he doesn't notice that food is already being prepared. You've cut steaks from the back meat of the boar and they're in a pot, the fragrances delicious as they slowly cook. He can even scent the herbs you rub the cuts with.

You wait for him in the bath, shuffling forward so he can join and nestling close when he's situated. Those wonderful hands waste no time in rubbing his skin clean, massaging his scalp and thumbing over the callouses on his hands.

He's so tired, ready to just fall asleep as you pamper him, but it wouldn't be fair. You deserve more. So he returns the favour with heavy eyelids, and joins you as you leave the tub instead of staying in longer as he usually does.

"I'll drain it," he yawns after drying and putting on his evening wear. "You cooked dinner when I was meant to, I'll drain it."

He really should get around to putting in some pipes just to make draining the tub easier instead of having the push it to the porch and tip the damn thing. Eventually he'll get to it.

Dinner is plated when he comes back in, you waiting for him to sit so you can climb in his lap and the two of you can take turns taking bites. Sure, you could just get two plates. But then he'd miss out on this intimacy. And he needs this. He needs to hold you close. You had made some banana bread to eat after.

Your baking and cooking almost made the trips to town worth it for the extra ingredients.

"I've got the dishes."

You take them as he moves to his chair in front of the fire, the hunter sighing deeply as he sinks down into the chair and stares into the flames. He almost lets his eyes rest when something catches his attention, the fire's light reflecting off of it beneath a drawer in the corner of his eye.

Eden makes his way over to it, a piece of metal sticking out from under the drawer. He doesn't remember putting anything beneath there.

He pulls it out and only faces more confusion. It's a gun strap - one he doesn't remember making himself - the metal being clasps to secure it. Along the leather is an intricate embroiderd pattern only half done. Leaves and flowers, painstakingly threaded through the leather. A very tough job.

"Shit! You weren't meant to see that yet!" You call out from the kitchen area, obviously alarmed.

"... you've been making this for me?" Eden clears his throat, self-conscious about how high his voice was. Like a child.

"Yeah, it's been taking forever but I really wanted to do something special as a surprise since we've almost been together for a year now. You came home earlier than I thought you would have, so I must have messed up hiding it in a panic."

He doesn't like how sad you sound that your gift was found this early. His cheeks heat up, he can't look at you. Instead, he focuses on the foliage on the holster.

"They're, ah. They're all the herbs and flowers I put on your favourite meal. Sort of like a good luck charm that you'll get a good deer for it, I guess?"

New warmth blooms in his chest, his thumbs stroking each plant with reverence. When was the last time he had received a gift? He couldn't even remember. Especially not one this thoughtful.

"You don't like it, do you? I'm sorry, it was stupid, I'll-"

His stupid grumpy face making you sad again. As always.

Eden holds it away from you as you come to take it away, instead dipping his head down and kissing you deeply. You melt into his kiss, hands resting on his chest and body pressing against his as his free hand circles your waist.

"I love it," he mutters against your lips, "has it really almost been a year already?"

Your gorgeous laughter returns. "Time flies, huh?"

And yet it also feels like you've never not been here.

"You want me to finish it for you?"

"Please," he almost sounds like he's begging. He doesn't quite mind this time.

Your nose scrunches up in an adorable way. "Yeah your old ones starting to grow mold."

"It's not mold."

You silence him with another sweet kiss. It's really not mold though, just some really bad freying. He'd always taken care of his things until they fell apart.

"I don't know what to get you. I'm not the best at giving gifts," he sighs as he guides you both to the chair, once again settling into a comfortable embrace once you'd fetched your tools.

Your head cocks as you consider your answer, the light from the fire illuminating your face and somehow just highlighting every feature he loves.

"Oh I have everything I need already," you smile as you use wax to place a guide for the thread. "I have a comfy home away from all of the bullshit, a warm bed at night, great fresh food to eat, brilliant sex, and on top of it all the one who I do the brilliant sex with is the hottest piece of ass there is."

Well now he's back to blushing. Though happily, for an entirely different reason.

"And you better not argue about that mister."

"If you insist," he pushes back. He can't help it, really. It sounds so genuine but. How? How can you think that?

"I do insist," you shoot back, tone deadly serious as you look him in the eye.

And for the first time he can remember, he believes you.

[habitual-creatures]

I made a stupid thing because I finally posted the weird ass draft thing that was THIS post.

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[littleplantfreak]

Mari you are the cutiest patootiest in the whole wide world and i am wishing you cold pillows and warm blankets and four leaf clovers and all of the other good things on the planet <3

also i have to ask ..... how did you find out you're a natural with a crossbow?????

im wishing them back at you with an equally strong power beam so we’re like saiyans fighting with love

I’m hunting doe this season so i tried out the crossbow of the person im going with, and apparently i've got a steady hand so i got nearly 3 bullseyes on the first go.

My ‘try everything once’ attitude has expanded to hunting this year which is cool i think? Not everyone’s cup of tea I’m sure lol but my grandpa loved it when he was alive so I’ve always wanted to give it a try. Also my steady hands are probably partially due to my few paintballing experiences this summer as well…

[arconinternet]

Robbie (Book, Bettina Bird & Jonathan Howell, 1968)

You can digitally borrow it here.

[cereal-cutie-pie]

Hello! Apologies if moodboards are closed, I dont see anywhere that says if they’re closed or not. Anywho, could I get a jack russell terrier moodboard with hunting themes? Such as camouflage, the outdoors, weaponry, etc.! Thank you :)!

This was so fun! Rural Canada has a huge hunting culture, so it was fun getting back to my roots in a way, hope you like it!

[foxesofthestorm]

Crazy high prey drive today. We had a blizzard yesterday and for some reason there's been a ton of small animals out like small birds and squirrels and rabbits and I am going fucking crazy

I want to rip them all to shreds with my teeth and chase them and hunt them and kill them and eat them and I hate that I want to because it's so. Grrrrrr I hate having a prey drive this is awful I'm so high energy rn and agitated and I want to run but I can't I'm walking around in a giant silent store with my parents

Literally fucking explodes

[an-albino-pinetree]

Cw gore, and a hunting mention! <:]

Some really quick gore studies from pictures my dad has been sending me from hunting camp :]

[ant1quarian]

More Dust System Things

Murder actually has a cap he likes to wear pretty often.

All of them wear the same clothes and if they ever do switch, it's usually pretty difficult to figure out since they'll just hide their face further (unless it's classic)

Mussan can and will front if Killer ever decides he wants to properly fuck around and find out.

They all have different fighting styles, too, actually

Dust is more of an ambush predator. He's like a leopard slinking silently through the trees, gaze fixed on his prey, waiting for the right time to fuck shit up. He'll chase after a little while but he usually won't attack if you make it clear you know he's around

Classic has a very... well. He dodges- like a rabbit zig-zagging and sprinting back and forth. He's good at getting out of the way from attacks and launching his own in the process- but seeing him fight is very, very rare.

Mussan has prey animal fear when he fights. Someone who has been backed into a corner one too many times and knows that, if he doesn't go all in, he's dead. So he fights like he's planning to die and take you with him.

Murder is, in fact, an endurance predator. In the off chance where you've messed up enough to get this guy pissed at you, he's going to hunt you down. He doesn't care how long it takes. He's hunted Killer, once.

Killer ran. Murder just... slowly followed along behind, up until the point where Killer collapsed to the ground, incapable of continuing due to the heaviness of his limbs. The exhaustion forcing his body to stop- magic sluggish...

... and the only thing that saved him was Nightmare.

They also have different kinds of anger, too. And affection.

Feel free to ask about these guys pfft

[daily-fantasy-ideas]

If your setting has creatures in it with large sturdy carapaces or scales, why not have the people in the areas where the creatures live hunt for them to use their naturally grown defences as a rudimentary form of armoured plating or as shields.

Although, I'd have to imagine that if their defences are good enough to be used as shields and armour then the creatures themselves would probably also be quite difficult for the hunters to take down.

[a-silver-dragoness]

While I am very intrigued with trying different meats, my severe food related anxiety doesn't permit me to try new meats (and new things in general). But if I could...

Meats that interest me:

Whale

Horse

Mutton

Venison

Rabbit

I'd either eat these things in a human way (cooked), or a dragon way (hunted and consumed raw).

I'm not joking when I say I look at carcasses of a deer sometimes and a thought emerges from deep within my brain that goes "huh, I kinda want to eat that/chew on that" or "that looks yummy".

I can very easily envision myself ripping chunks off carcasses and eating it. Snapping bones, ripping meat off, eating the digestive tract, just going crunch crunch CRUNCH. It's weirdly euphoric.

I wanna hunt and be feral.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Coyotes have really nice fur for blankets and coats

You’re very right anon, and if I see the sucker again you best bet imma be ready for it.