#biohunter

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres/techniques: anime horror

[volatiledebasement]

Here's a quick fanart for "Bio Hunter", which I watched before "Ankoku Shinwa". On my favourite anime review site there was an old review saying it's irredeemable in its shittiness, but for many years I wondered about it because I liked the demon used as the main image for the review, and so I decided to finally watch it and... I really liked it. I love trashy kino filled with cheap thrills and cool demons, and it turned out Yoshiaki Kawajiri worked on it as well, so no wonder I enjoyed it so much. The review also shat on the music, but the credits song kicks ass! So here's Komada, one of the two main characters, transformed into a demon by a mysterious virus. I think he's really hot like that.

Drawn on 02-04.07.24.

[norteenlinea]

Startup argentina se luce frente a inversionistas de Estados Unidos en el Biohunt Summit 2023

http://dlvr.it/Sz73pZ

[maxpnj]

necro – creepy crawl AMV kite/mezzo forte/biohunter

[skateweeb]

Biohunter 1995 is one of the many 80 and 90s OVA's that, to me, is more in the domain of appreciation than that of raw enjoyment.

I loved the artstyle and it had some very well animated scenes and cool monster design.

Point of an audiovisual experience is that audio and visuals should combine into something... nice? But I might as well look at gifs if all the positive I feel like saying about it is purely about the visual aspect.

Story sucked. There are many OVA's that did equally cool things visually but actually had a fun story to go with it. I did like gramps tho.

BioHunter (1995)

[georgeromeros]

Bio Hunter (1995) dir. Yûzo Satô

[apathbacktoyou]

Jemma Simmons rents a secluded cottage to get away and combat her writer’s block. Fellow romance author Lance Hunter has the same idea.

Through a mix-up, they end up in the same cottage. Arriving late and exhausted, they agreed to sort it out the next morning - only to find themselves snowed in...

Happy Birthday to the lovely @libbyweasley

[libbyweasley]

The Fic That Must Not Be Named - Chapter 4

Thanks as always to @agentofship

Ship - BioHunter

Rated - T

Chapter 4/9

Read on AO3

[kitweewoos]

End of May Round Up!

Thanks for participating! Below, find a masterlist of prompts filled during the month of May ("during" being a relative term of course)! If you liked them, please reblog and share them, since the way tumblr works, none of these showed up in tags, so it's literally just reblogs and word of mouth that gets these attention. 💙

These are also all available on ao3 now! You can find the series here!

Leophelia + “Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

Biospecialist + “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

Fitzsimmonshunter + Double penetration

Fitzward + Hate-fucking

Hunterward + “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go at you. Would you like that?”

Fitzward + “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Fitzhunter + “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

Fitzward + “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.

Huntingbird + “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Dekesy + “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Trevordeke + "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Fitzsimmonsward + "Would you like me to stop?"

Fitzlincoln + "For the love of fuck-"

Fitzbobbi + "I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

Fitzbobbi + "You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

Fitzward + "What did you just say?"

MattLeo + "You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.“

Fitzhunterward + "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me."

Hunterward + "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you, we'll see how cute you look later."

Grant Ward + Tentacles

Grant Ward + Slutty Bottom w/ Female Dom (ao3 link only)

Huntingbird+ “I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!”

Biohunter + "How quickly can you cum?"

Fitzdaisy + “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

DoctorQuake + “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

Scis&Spies + "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional."

DaisyHunter + "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."

Hunterward + "You look so good like that, waiting for me."

[agentmmayy]

a little late but here’s some soft biohunter for @libbyweasley 💚

[elenarodriiguez]

the start of something new | l.h. & j.s.

summary: leo fitz may be a dead man walking, but jemma’s life isn’t all that bad.

pairing: lance hunter x jemma simmons

word count: 1347

read it on ao3

If there were ever a time that Jemma needed to abandon her friendship with Fitz, now would absolutely be the time. The smug git had run away grinning after he’d announced to the whole lab that Hunter had been staring at her arse. Not that she could blame the former mercenary, she knew it was one of her many assets, but realistically the other scientists that Coulson had managed to hire didn’t need to hear about it.

There had been an incredibly awkward silence that arose in the wake of his departure, one that makes Jemma wish that Hunter’s attention didn’t make her stomach fill up with butterflies, obviously not real ones, that would be impossible, not to mention incredibly dangerous depending on the breed of butterfly. But even so, she feels like an absolute ninny just standing there with shattered mug fragments scattered around her feet.

Eventually, with some prompting from a particularly helpful lab tech who she’d be personally seeing to them receiving a raise, they both get back to cleaning everything up, Hunter grabbing a dustpan and brush from the cleaning cupboard. It seems as though they can’t stop bumping into one another now there was another undiscussed facet to their relationship which had been brought to the forefront by her less than helpful best friend.

Once the mug has finally been dealt with, their little spectacle amusing everyone working in the lab who are not so subtly staring at them, Jemma asks Hunter if he would be against joining her for lunch, internally grinning to herself when his cheeks adopt a rosy tint and his cocksure façade cracks momentarily, all for her viewing pleasure. It is drastically harder to mask her happiness once he’s left for the gym, her smile refusing to leave her face even when her diagnostic exam of her highly modified mass spectrometer reveals a dodgy section of code that would not only procure incorrect results but also destroy the samples used in the process.

But eventually, after coding for so long her back aches from standing over her desk for so long, lunch time rolls around and she leaves the lab in a matter of seconds, completely missing the lab technician she’d insisted needed a raise texting Fitz and updating him on mission ChemHunter? HunterSimmons? The title was a work in progress. She makes a quick stop in her bunk, self-consciously undoing her ponytail before patting down the bump left in her hair, before heading to the common room that they’d agreed upon.

When she locks eyes onto the man, she feels she’s made a grave mistake. Because the only thing that made her feel more flustered than an equally flustered Hunter, was a fresh out of the gym, slightly sweaty Hunter. She resists the urge to turn and run (and kill Fitz on her way) and instead offers to get him a glass of water, giving her a few much needed seconds to get herself together without making it terribly obvious.

However no amount of time in the world could have prepared her for this conversation, and she relishes in the seconds that Hunter waits to take a gulp of water (definitely not because she got to admire his Adam’s apple bobbing and could stare at the junction between his neck and shoulders that just looked so bloody biteable).

“So.” He says, placing the glass on a coaster which just makes him tick another box in Jemma’s book.

“So.” Jemma mirrors, smiling at him. “Fitz is a right bastard, isn’t he?”

The laugh that tumbles from Hunter’s lips is loud and boisterous, and just one of the many things that she loves about the man.

“Well I never, you do know how to talk like a proper Brit after all Simmons.”

“I always knew how to, but after having my mouth washed out with soap when I was eleven for saying arse, I got put off of swearing for life. Besides, Fitz is a wonderful anger translator when I need it.”

“You don’t say. Speaking of Fitz-” his words trail off and Jemma wishes he’d just say whatever it is that he wants to.

“Yes, well. In the spirit of honesty, I feel like I should tell you that I do have feelings for you,” she risks stretching her hand across the table, positively beaming when he takes her hand and laces their fingers together, “of the romantic variety. That’s what Fitz was teasing me about when I dropped my mug earlier.”

“Ah, well, the feeling is definitely mutual. I think I would’ve preferred to ask you out on a date rather than Fitz telling you I was staring at your arse, but I can appreciate his approach, it’s certainly unique.”

“Fitz has never had a filter, Ever. But I can’t say I mind all that much.”

Their conversation draws to a stop as her phone starts beeping incessantly, an alarm for one of their experiments interrupting their chat, much to both of their very evident annoyance.

“Duty calls Dr. Simmons.”

“That it does Lieutenant Hunter. You wouldn’t mind escorting me back to the lab, would you?”

“Getting to keep a pretty lady company, how could I ever say no to that?”

They get up from their seats, reluctantly letting their hands slip away from the other’s hold, Jemma putting their glasses in the dishwasher while Hunter straightens up their table. The walk back to the lab is fairly quiet, the two of them holding hands the whole way there, and Jemma can’t keep the smile off of her face, before a terrible thought crosses her mind and it falls off immediately.

“You don’t have a problem with mine and Fitz’s relationship do you? Because if you do I can’t see this lasting.”

She tries to keep walking down the corridor, but Hunter stops in his tracks and she ends up being tugged back to him, briefly stumbling over her own feet before being steadied by him. He checks her over to make sure she’s alright before staring into her eyes, making sure he can emphasise what he’s about to say.

“Woah, Jemma, where’s this coming from? Of course not, Fitz is my mate, I know you guys aren’t involved, why would I have a problem with it?”

“It’s nothing about you, necessarily, it’s just, when I went out with my exes, they all got weird. Like I know everyone thinks him and I are together, even though we never have been, but they’d act as if we were snogging in front of everyone every time we hugged. And I’m not going through that again, even if you are a very attractive and well-proportioned specimen.”

“Jemma, I promise you, if I ever have a genuine issue with yours and Fitz’s friendship, you can get Bob to set me straight.”

“Just so long as we’re clear. I guess I’ll see you later.”

In an unusual bout of spontaneity, she leans over and pecks Hunter on the cheek in front of the lab’s glass windows, ignoring the onlookers as she ducks into the lab, her cheeks now burning bright red. She waves as he passes by the window in a haze, and minutes later, the time it would take for him to get back to his bunk, she receives a text from him, asking if she’d like to accompany him for drinks, the end of the world permitting.

She sends back a response almost immediately, agreeing to the date, before pocketing her phone and getting back to work, the rest of the lab remaining silent on the matter. Even when Fitz walks in, smiling like the cat who got the cream, and is subsequently squeezed within an inch of his life by his evidently very appreciative best friend. However when she starts pestering him about his own love life, everyone can see the look of dread growing in intensity as she mentions double dates and the like.

Perhaps he should’ve waited until after their first date until seeing her again, lest she become mad with power (and loved up sappiness).

[mangacultes80]

Bio Hunter Movie

Pouvez Télécharger plus de 1.136 Images dans 1 set de Galeries du Film Bio Hunter Date de sortie de la Film: 08/12/1995

Bio Hunter (1995) (NB Imgs: 1.136) (01 Set)

Infos film

Titre alternatif : BioHunter

Titre original : バイオ・ハンター

OAV · Japon · 1 × 58 min

Origine : Manga

Date de sortie : 08/12/1995

Genres : Action - Erotique - Horreur / Épouvante - Seinen

Thèmes : Gore - Monstres - Scientifique

Pour public averti : Oui (nudité)

Synopsis

Au Japon, dans un futur proche, deux scientifiques, Koshigaya et Komada, essayent de vaincre un virus baptisé "Demon" qui affecte le code génétique des hommes, et les transforme en abominables créatures sanguinaires. Komada est, d'ailleurs, porteur de ce virus et lutte pour ne pas perdre le contrôle de lui-même. Les choses se compliquent davantage lorsqu'une jeune femme, Sayaka Murakami, la petite-fille d'un éminent médium, se retrouve pourchassée par la plus redoutable de ces créatures infestées et finit par demander assistance à Komada et Koshigaya.

[2minutes2midnight]

Valentine’s Day with Zuza - day 2:

BioHunter + Valentine’s proposal 💍

For @libbyweasley 💕

[norteenlinea]

La startup uruguaya Metabix Biotech se lució presentando su innovación en Biohunt Summit 2023

http://dlvr.it/Sz73HB

[bobbiamorse]

fics i’ve read in 2021 3/?

crafting the perfect romance by libbyweasley biohunter, E, ~17.8k words

[florchis]

If only I could hunt the hunter

[AO3] {Biohunter, rated T, 1.1k}

Summary: While Jemma thought Hunter had left, he was only getting breakfast.

Notes: Happy Mother's Day, @libbyweasley, and I hope you enjoy your fandom baby shower! Banner by the great @accio-the-force

Sneak-Peek:

Jemma opens the door just enough to create the smallest slit, and Hunter makes sure to put on his best-smiling face on her direct line of vision. She does open the door even after seeing it’s him, so not everything is lost.

“Hey, I brought coffee and yogurt.” Staying in the kitchen long enough to make something more sophisticated, even toast, felt like an unnecessary risk, so yogurt it was. Besides, Jemma looks like the kind of person who gets yogurt first thing in the morning, unironically.

“Hunter.” She looks paler than he remembers under the harsh lights of the base, and she is already wearing different clothes that feel like armor. “I wasn’t expecting you back.”