#TheHunted

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#otd #startrek #thenextgeneration #TheHunted #picard #riker #troi #data #laforge #worf #drcrusher #wesleycrusher #obrian #rogadanar #primeminister #nayrok #startrek57 @TrekMovie @TrekCore @StarTrek @StarTrekOnPPlus @SirPatStew

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The Hunted

Chapter 1 Part 2 The Beginning 1845

Long nimble fingers worked effortlessly, pulling thread and needle to finish a seam on a long, black dress. Freya admired her work for a moment, holding it up to the final moments of daylight. She put on the dress over her slip and smiled as she buttoned up the front clasps. She pranced down her porch, gathering her satchel, a shovel, and a bouquet of flowers carefully curated. She stuffed the bouquet rather ferociously into her bag and hurried down her stone steps. 

The porch overlooked the town cemetery. A morbid fact to most, but Freya needed to be close to work. Finding and raising the dead was no easy feat, transportation is essential. She licked her lips, the taste of coffee and cranberries lingering for a moment. She wandered around the gravestones, occasionally placing a flower for those in older tombs. With no living family to tend to such a special place, Freya decided to leave gifts as thanks. 

The feeling struck her as she placed another flower, with wide eyes she drove her shovel into earth over and over again, a beautiful wooden coffin revealing itself with every heave. Micheal J. Woodward 1807-1828 A Hard Working Young Man was burned into the lid, still readable even with age. Her entire body tingled, she could feel the soul’s attachment. 

 Freya whispered to the tomb “So you wish to continue working, hmm.”

 Freya dug through her bag pulling out a steel bar. She worked out 12 nails, pried open the lid, and slid it off with a thud. Freya huffed and laid in the grass, she whistled a shrill tune into the night. Soon heavy footsteps approached.  Frankie let out a low grunt, his body terribly frail. He lifted the bones and placed them in a large canvas bag. Freya rolled up on her side, playing with her curls. 

“Arrange him on the table in the backroom, make his stay very comfortable.”

 Frankie let out another grunt and emerged from the tomb. His bony hands covered in dirt and grime. He dusted himself off and helped Freya to her feet. This was the usual routine. Freya would dig up the grave, Frankie would exhume the body and then she’d cover her tracks. Freya returned the earth to its place and placed the last of the flowers on the fresh grave-site. It was well into the night now, peepers croaked off in the distance stream, she began her walk back up to her cottage.

 Freya’s tall frame struck the ground with more force than she was prepared for, she let out a gasp. Large hands wrapped around her waist and flipped her onto her back with ease. She could feel a dull knife pressed to her chin. She smiled and shivered at the warm body pressed down on her. Their breath mingled together.

“Ah, my imminent death” 

[nicrostion]

Mads Mikkelsen ✨

It took me exactly 4.24 hours to make this digital drawing. But it's worth it xd

[inkysdrones]

*Pain. That's all she felt as blows hit her from all sides, making the 8 feet tall Predator Drone curl up in a fetal position. Jeers echoed in their auditory sensors as it's oil tainted the sparkly white ground with inky black. Go figure, it lets it's guard down and got ambused by a gang of 5 tough Worker Drones. Her optics were shut, digital tears going down her visor. If only she could scream for help. Would anyone arrive to this sad scene? *

( @thehunt-ison )

Scelene was just out walking when she heard the commotion, before her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to check it out only to watch the scene in front of her play out. Oh hell no. No way was she going to stand for this. "Oie! You better fuck off before I make you fuck off." Scelene bared her fangs at the other Worker Drones. "Pick on someone your own size assholes." The snarl turned to a smirk. "I'd be more than willing to take you all on." The smirk turned into a manic smile as the pink demonic drone tilted her head, walking over.

Whether the other drones would flee, or fight, didn't matter to Scelene. Even if they did decide to fight, she had taken on a larger group before with ease. Maybe it was the way she easily made herself as unnerving as possible, or the fact that this smaller drone was willing to take on this many others but whatever the case, the other workers clearly didn't want to deal with this nutcase, and quickly scattered.

Once the others left Scelene scoffed and walked over to the cowering predator drone. "Hey." She tilted her head looking them over. "They're gone.. Why didn't you just.. Stick up for yourself?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest, clearly unimpressed.

@thehunt-ison

[iamleesi]

[Masterlist] THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

-> not finished yet

1. Hydra is Home

2. Sam and Dean

3. Investigation

4. Nonie

5. Ugly Truth

6. The Wendigo Project

7. Lovely, Sweet Father

8. Dead People Can’t Walk

9. Garden of Eternal Love

10. The Fast Getaway

11. An Evil Twin?

12. Mother of the Year

13. Devil On Your Shoulder

14. Angel of the Lord

15. Ready to Comply

16. How Villains Are Made

17. She was Fascinated with Death

18. The World isn’t Black and White

19. ???

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↳ [ SUMMARY: You’re sent on a mission with Bucky, who seems to hate you, for an indefinite period of time. You’re gonna meet two men who are going to help the both of you with the case as it gets more sinister. ]

↳ [ GENERAL WARNINGS: Mention of torture, d3ad bodies, sexual harassment, kidnapping, violence, mention of alcohol and substances, blood and cannibalism, digging graves, demoniac stuff, blasphemy, creepy creatures, loss of parents and more. I know it sounds bad but it’s not THAT bad.]

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A/N: Hello! First of all, English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for the mistakes I probably made. This will be a slow burn between the Fem!Reader and Bucky (or that’s what I wanted to do). Please keep in mind that unfortunately I’m not a writer and I only came up with this thing because I had nothing else to do.

[breadcrxmbs-reblogs]

anyone have any survival game recs... i'm bored of minecraft and the long dark and and the forest sucks and the sequel sucks harder and im not touching green hell with a 50 foot pole and i just. cant make myself interested in terraria at all and houghrhjgfkja i want something fresh and new, i love the survival game genre but my god is it oversaturated and stale.

[earthanthem]

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[doonasaurus]

i got bored so... heres a diamond i got in cotw today.

surprisingly doing well, diamond bison and puma today and 2 rare red deer yesterday. The cotw gods must love me.

art gods do not however because he looks funky... bad taxidermy vibes.

i had 9 diamond plains bison on my map but... got wiped </3

[snart-speaks]

Shot a piebald moose today!! My first rare fur😁

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#happybirthday @theofficialmads #madsmikkelsen #actor #doctorstrange #rogueone #starwars #FantasticBeasts #TheSecretsofDumbledore #hannibal #thehunt #anotherround #CasinoRoyale #IndianaJones #andtheDialofDestiny #ThePromisedLand #ChaosWalking #ValhallaRising #ClashoftheTitans

[charmedapothocary]

The Hunted

Chapter One Part 1 The Beginning

Most often, once a soul leaves a body to traverse wherever it decides to go, little traces get left behind, or rather it decides to stay. A soul must attach to a living host, or bounce rapidly in the universe to prevent it from burning out. Some parts of a soul get so attached to life, it will die alongside its host without anymore energy to sustain itself. This is all usual. However, if these bits of soul, yearning for what once its beloved host, is re-sparked in some way, a body can become habitable again.  

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[comiiical]

@murdockbilaws

It was the fourth time he took a shower that day, worried that the people began to questioning why, Zane refused to leave his office at work, standing trapped in it until working hours were finished. Or at least, that was his intention.

The door hadn't been realy locked, he stood with his labrobe and had long dispose of his clothes, his cock stood hard and throbbing being an obnoxious (harmless) pain, that brought him more shame than anything. A Path of dried precum being constantly reminded of its presence as his cock throb more of that clear liquid to the base ofh is balls. Showers hadn't help take it down. Nor his own hand in retribution. IT just kept on coming back up.

Legs were spread over his deck, afraid of putting it back inside a pair of trousers, but quick and ready to put them down if anyone walked in. Or at least, he thought himself swift enough. When the door opened and he adjusted, he couldn't hide the droplet that stained the rob for the fifth time.

"Sorry, what can I do for you?" He said as calm as he could gather along the frutration in his waist.

[inkysdrones]

(( Continued from here @thehunt-ison )) An eyebrow appeared on Scelene's visor as it raised, the smaller drone looking at the taller one in disbelief. "Seriously? That's it? Robo-christ you got to get out and do more." He hopped off where he was sitting before dusting off his top. "Well c'mon then. Lets go try some things out. Can't be boring all the time." Scelene smirked at the other as he started to walk, motioning for the other to follow.

[roakkaliha]

shoutout 2 the illegal labrador colors in thehunter cotw!!!

[rabbithaver]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

[hvaderkaerlighed]

‘The world is full of Evil but if we hold on to each other, it goes away’ - Jagten (2012)