#cursedhunting

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@cursedhunting || meme catch up || ahh! you're amazin'!

i'm pretty sure you said that to me last time.

" i mean it, though. there's nothing to worry about. i'm good. dean's good. we're just.. doing what we always do." sam buries the truth so deep inside that statement that you'd need both winchesters with shovels to dig that one out. fingers come up to scratch the side of his cheek. golden hazel eyes comb across nat's gaze. he even polishes off his promise with a quick, flittering smile that barely lasts. a sure sign he's done exactly what he's trying to hide. minimalize. drain the meaning of every word down to it's base meaning. give himself a get out of jail free card because no one else is gonna.

and he always gets nervous when attempting this bullshit on people who matter. nat matters. she really does. which fills his gut with guilt that he isn't telling her more. they got this. that's the promise. i mean when don't they? another understatement. sam can count on one hand, immediately without even THINKING, the times they really didn't have it. in spite of what they thought.

one arm slings around her shoulders. he tucks his chin towards his collar. attempting to give her some sorta level look. "i promise. if anything gets too out of hand? i'd tell you. you know i would.." and that much is the truth. right? right.

[razedhell]

( @cursedhunting ) natasha > jd : i don't think i caught your name .

head turns, eyes catching those of the customer over his shoulder as he’s elbow deep in a truck. greasy hands reach for the rag he keeps in his back pocket, moving from under the hood to stand at his full height with a smile on his face. Diesel trots by her leg, pausing to sniff before continuing to his bed off to the side of the garage where he plops down to watch JD. “ really should invest in name tags or somethin’ for our overalls, ” words are accompanied with a soft laugh, wiping at his dirty hands before offering it to the woman with a teasing curl to the corner of his mouth. “ JD & i won’t be offended if you don’t want to shake my hand. ”

[bloodsalted]

@cursedhunting || inbox awesomeness || i luff this!

❛ you were dead. yet, here you are. ❜ said more to herself as she attempts to wrap her mind around him standing in the room with her. the silver knife still held tightly in her knuckle white grasp. disbelief, apprehension, grief all flash across her features. maybe she's going crazy. maybe she's hallucinating. (or maybe all the phone calls from sam, bobby and jo were about this. she'd stopped talking to the youngest winchester after he told her what happened to dean. hell, anyone who knew them were avoided like the plague these past two months) her heart is hammering in her chest and she can't hear anything beyond the blood rushing in her ears.

the past two months felt like blur of one hunt melting into another. of too much alcohol and a string of nameless women in her bed. all to get over the pain of his loss. all to stop herself from recalling their last conversation. all to move on. all to punish herself. ❛ you were dead. ❜ she says again. this time her voice cracks as she turns her back to him, unable to meet his gaze or even look at him lest she break down.

standing in a room with her, dean doesn't recall the footsteps that lead him to her door. nor the drive to where he knew he'd find her. only that there was a pull in him since he'd crawled out of the grave to come and find her. see her. let her know he was on this side of breathing. even if it meant that it'd throw them into chaos. even if losing him was the best thing that happened to her for her own good. even if the second he was face to face with her, he knew what whatever happened to her after this point? was all his fault. the older winchester couldn't stop the tug. the internal tether that damn near brings him to his knees every time he tries to fight it.

green eyes--apprehensive and darker in their hues--flick his stare across her face. full of disbelief. she's staring at him like he was a ghost. her voice, a balm to a soul that doesn't deserve the comfort. why? because listen to the fear in it. the worry. the knowing that he shouldn't be here. that the ground should never have let him out. hands come up to his sides, showing no weapons (not that he doesn't have any on him--but his palms are empty) and that he is offering himself up to her will. her comfort. (comfort. that's a fucking joke. all things considered.) "i was..but..i'm.. i'm not. it's me. here. and i'm not some monster. i swear to god," his voice buckles. features going softer as eyes widen. begging her to listen.

"we tried to find you.. sam. me. when you didn't answer.. i thought the worst. so i came lookin'... i'm sorry, nat. i'm so damn sorry."

[bleakfated]

@cursedhunting asked: sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work. from the garrus vakarian meme

he could understand that sentiment. most hunters found themselves on the wrong side of the law a few times in their career. definitely put a damper on the feeling of saving people when local law enforcement caught onto the cover story before there was time to skip town. he wondered if that was why over time hunters seemed to get a bit more trigger happy and less likely to question what side of the blurred line of justice a supernatural being really fell on. then again, he had met dozens of hunters over the years and it seemed most of them that were like that had always been that way. ❝ sometimes i wonder how different it would be if more people knew about what we do. maybe less road blocks for us, but a descension into madness akin to the witch hysteria in the 1600s when the right paranoid blabbermouths caught wind. ❞

he scratched the back of his neck while his mind ran rampant with that version of reality. yeah, probably for the best most people knew the creatures of horror media and folktales walked among them. ❝ but hey, if you ever catch yourself behind bars. i have the number of a sheriff that knows about all this. she'd happily be your one phone call. ❞

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[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @cursedhunting

It feels weirdly sacrilegious, a vampire calling upon the services of a hunter. Though, according to some, everything a vampire does is sacrilegious. It will pobably be seen as a betrayal to his kin. Perhaps it is, but light of what they've done, Hughie is more than okay with making that betrayal.

He's still nervous meeting this hunter though. From what he's heard, she's quite level headed, but Natasha's main occupation is still killing people like Hughie. The mistrust probably extends both ways. Hence why they're meeting in a public place, where neither can hurt the other without causing a scene. Hughie's leg bounces up and down in nervous anticipation.

[bloodsalted]

dean watches her retreat over to the bar and what with the bartender. he's gotta admit that she's gorgeous. miles beyond anyone else in this place. sorta sticks out like a sore thumb and that's good for her. in towns like the one they're in? people don't really stir up much interest in the hunter. unless they're interest for two things. a night. or information. she just passing through? a transplant from somewhere else? doesn't matter. with legs like that? she can be anything she wants. got balls, too. enough that she can pitch him picking up her tab with ease and know that he's gonna go for it. for someone who's been known to run a scheme or two in his time? dean appreciates the art. consider it a van gogh giving props to a monet. makes him want to know what makes her tick. more than just how many minutes it'd take him to convince herself she's coming home with him tonight. what really makes her tick.

what her deal is..

he's got no idea. could be just another local with amazing genetics who got lucky enough to not end up like the rest. doubts it. but, hey, he's been proven wrong before. put too much hope into discovering some local mystery that isn't going to try and murder him back. only to be disappointed when he's face to face with the disappointment of a beer haze making someone more interesting than they turn out to be.

green eyes tune into her as she approaches the table and picks her seat. a smile greets her soon as she properly introduces herself. oops. yeah. they forgot that part, didn't they? brows arch and he lifts his glass in a toast to her. "nice to meet ya, nikki. i'm dean. hope your friend's gonna be okay in the ladies room. might've made that into a place to stay for the night." not that he hasn't been there, done that. but, ya know? lil observation.. "never a fun way to wake up. learned that by experience," and man does he grin. guilty as charged. polished off with another drink of whiskey.

this one asks a lot of questions, she thinks and yet finds herself entertaining them. even if slower than normal. "friends are going to the bar two blocks down and crystal... crystal is in the bathroom." most likely doing the douche bag boyfriend and a line or two. but that information didn't matter. as the bartender comes up to her, natasha switches the few drinks she'd ordered to mystery guy's tab and adds on a basket of fries along with a glass of water for herself knowing she needs to reign herself in. if only to keep the lies in order. the exchange doesn't happen without a slight arch to her back as she leans her forearms on the bar and chats up the cute bartender. what's the point of wearing low rise jeans and a tank top that's a size too small and keeps rides up if not to show off and embody someone else. someone who doesn't know what really lurks in the shadows. someone who is carefree and doesn't know what its like lose everyone you once loved.

a small bout of small talk later and convinced the cute bartender is unfortunately straight, natasha and moves back to mystery guy's table, drink in hand. taking a seat next to him, she swirls the two thin straws in the ice water. "i'm nikki by the way." her subdued smile returns as she properly take him in and decides that she likes the charming bad boy energy he has.

[library-of-legion]

Kaiko Juracán: The Cursed Witch-Hunter

A highly stylized and efficient Engineer build designed to embody the thematic essence of a witch hunter who combines grace, ingenuity, and devastating firepower. This build leverages pistols, rifles, and gadgets to hunt down rogue mages while maintaining a thematic gothic flair.

Core Build Overview

Profession: Engineer

Elite Specialization: Holosmith or Mechanist (choose based on desired playstyle)

Weapon: Dual Pistols (primary) and Rifle (optional secondary)

Gear Stats: Berserker (Power, Precision, Ferocity) for high burst damage.

Runes:

Rune of the Eagle for precision and crit synergy.

Rune of the Nightmare for thematic fear and condition effects.

Sigils:

Sigil of Fire for burning on crit.

Sigil of Energy for endurance regeneration.

Character Aesthetic

Armor Theme:

Dark, gothic-inspired skins like Requiem or Trickster’s Light, with crimson and black dyes to evoke an air of mystery and menace.

Weapon Skins:

Enchanted or steampunk styles, such as Chaos Pistols or Tempest Rifle.

Personality Traits:

Kaiko exudes a blend of calm confidence and devastating precision. Their movements are calculated, their style lethal yet elegant.

Movement:

Always poised, moving with deliberate grace. Combat is a performance as much as a battle.

Step-by-Step Progression

Level 1–20: Foundations of the Hunter

Weapon:

Start with Rifle for long-range precision. Rifle’s high-damage abilities mirror Kaiko’s calculated, focused combat.

Skills to Unlock:

Healing Turret: For sustain and multi-functionality.

Bomb Kit: Introduces AoE damage and battlefield control.

Playstyle:

Learn to control engagement range using Rifle’s Overcharged Shot and Jump Shot for mobility.

Utilize Bomb Kit for crowd control, reinforcing the "hunter’s tools" theme.

Gear:

Equip Power-based gear with Vitality from rewards to balance offense and early survivability.

Level 21–40: Tools of the Hunter

Weapon Transition:

Unlock Dual Pistols for rapid-fire precision and condition application.

Pistols reflect Kaiko’s methodical yet unrelenting pursuit of enemies.

Skills to Unlock:

Grenade Kit: Adds a versatile, stylish toolkit for both AoE and single-target engagements.

Flamethrower: Introduce thematic flair and close-range dominance.

Traits:

Begin unlocking the Firearms and Explosives trait lines:

Firearms: Focus on traits like High Caliber for crit boosts against close enemies.

Explosives: Take traits like Glass Cannon for increased power.

Playstyle:

Use Pistols for mid-range engagements. Combine Static Shot (blinds) and Blowtorch (burning) to disrupt and punish enemies.

Grenade Kit provides precision, while Flamethrower offers close-range dominance.

Level 41–60: The Precision Hunter

Weapon Setup:

Fully transition to Dual Pistols as your primary weapon, with Rifle as a secondary option.

Elite Skill:

Unlock Supply Crate for AoE damage and utility deployment. It symbolizes Kaiko’s prepared and tactical nature.

Traits:

Fully invest in Firearms and Explosives:

Firearms: Add Thermal Vision for burn-focused damage.

Explosives: Include Shaped Charge to increase single-target damage.

Skills to Unlock:

Elixir B: Boosts power and precision, reflecting Kaiko’s mastery over their tools.

Rocket Boots: A flashy, thematic mobility tool for escapes or re-engagements.

Playstyle:

Master offensive rotations with Pistols. Engage with Static Shot, then follow up with Blowtorch and grenades for AoE.

Use Flamethrower to dominate enemies at close range or punish groups.

Level 61–80: The Cursed Hunter

Elite Specialization:

Unlock Holosmith or Mechanist:

Holosmith amplifies style and close combat with a photon-forged blade and devastating heat-based attacks.

Mechanist adds a thematic companion (mechanical golem) to assist in combat.

Weapon Setup:

Finalize Dual Pistols with an optional Rifle loadout for situational long-range engagements.

Traits:

Complete Firearms and Explosives while adding the elite specialization:

Holosmith: Focus on traits like Solar Focusing Lens for increased damage in photon mode.

Mechanist: Enhance your mech for condition or power-based synergy.

Utility Skills:

Finalize your loadout:

Healing Turret (Healing).

Grenade Kit (Utility 1).

Flamethrower (Utility 2).

Elixir B (Utility 3).

Supply Crate (Elite).

Gear:

Equip full Berserker stats (Power, Precision, Ferocity) for maximum damage output.

Final Notes

This Engineer Witch-Hunter build blends flair and functionality. Kaiko Juracán hunts rogue mages with precision, style, and a deadly arsenal of tools.

Warnings:

Avoid neglecting survivability by overcommitting to offensive tools.

Master movement and positioning to ensure you’re always in control of engagements.

Practice switching kits effectively; over-reliance on a single weapon or kit weakens versatility.

Kaiko is a lethal symbol of retribution, channeling their cursed ingenuity to turn chaos into justice.

[blcdcarnage]

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THE BULLET WAS LODGED, between his shoulder and his neck. Red Crimson soiled his favorite blue shirt, thankfully he was IMMORTAL. So he wasn't going to die, but he felt the poison running through his veins. He'd been targeted, by someone, and to think. He wasn't « THE LEVIATHAN » that everyone knew him to be, he hadn't been for awhile now. He had turned his back on Satan, so whatever // HUNTER // had just taken the shot had a vendetta against him. That or they were just very angry, either way, if he got his hands on them.

He may be sent back to hell, for the HELL he would reign down upon them. Fuck! This fucking thing burned, and it felt like something was trying to rip his shoulder clean open. If the fucking thing , had been a few inches to the left. He would be bleedings out, more so then he already was. It was apparent that bullet was tainted with // MICHAELS BLOOD. // Which shouldn't hurt him, since he was rewired so to speak. Didn't fucking surprise him a god damn bit, that GOD HAD LIED to him about that one.

❝ Whoever THE FUCK just shot me! You better pray I don't find you. And you think you'd know, I AM WORKING for God now. Fucking Human, your good as dead. ❞

[snnynaturalarch]

i ran out of options.

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

watching  as  the  other  came  into  her  safehouse,  a  few  fellow  hunters  glanced  over  to  see  her  state.  sonny  not  hesitating  as  she  made  her  way  over  to  quickly  take  a  hold  of  her  just  in  case  she  collapses,  “you're  here  and  that's  all  that  matters.  we'll  get  you  cleaned  up,  alright?”

[stanfordprepped]

StanfordPrepped. An HBO reboot Sam Winchester. A study in: Co-dependency, Loss of autonomy, regaining autonomy, overcoming guilt and self hatred, self love, finding your path, working through trauma, self sacrifice and more. Haunted by Sammy/Jared {he/him or she/her} 32. CST time-zone. secondary muses: Lucifer/Samifer.

Heavily affiliated: @snnynatural, @m4ybanks, @malka-lisitsa, @lupaeus. @humanchewtoy, @resplendentdare, @bamsidsuperbitch , @righteouslysin , @huntingxlegacy , @sialiia Affiliates: @foreternitysblog, @cursedhunting, @frombehindpaleeyes, @rpsocsandcanonohmy

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[razedhell]

( @cursedhunting ) natasha > daisy : "I'm fine, just a scratch."

brows raise as an easy smile curls the corner of pink lips ; if she had a dollar for every time she’s heard those words, she'd never have to work again. knowing that her own brother would be contributing the most makes her consider putting the rule in place.

fingers deftly finish off the last stitch, cleaning it up & spreading a homemade salve to help with pain & infection. “ and a category 5 hurricane is just a spring shower, ” voice is teasing as she gathers all her medical things & throws away the bloodied gauze. Daisy secures a bandage around her handiwork, reaching out mentally to double check that Natasha isn’t in any unbearable pain before releasing her from their infirmary. “ before you get back on the road, get an actual meal — even if you take it to go. doctor’s orders. ”

[bloodsalted]

send 🎧 plus a number for me to post.. @cursedhunting

a song my muse hates -- box of rain by the grateful dead. not because it annoys him or he thinks it's a terrible song. he quite liked it when he was little. but it was the last song playing on the radio in the car and, thus, the last song he heard before what happened to his mother and sammy happened.

a random song from my muse's playlist -- war pigs by black sabbath. will always rewind this song if he shuts the car off before it's over. not even a little bit sorry.

a song specifically from a movie that fits my muse -- hurt by johnny cash from the logan soundtrack. i'm just gonna leave this here and stare into space for a minute with my whole ass heart hurting.

[bleakfated]

@cursedhunting asked: “I heard there is a vampire on the loose you better stay with me tonight.” from the halloween pick-up lines meme !! 👻👻

she had simply been passing through town on the way back to her main safehouse after helping one of her kids with a case that ended up being a malevolent banshee. stopped at a redlight on her way through a small town (charlotte tended to enjoy the scenic routes, rather than speeding down the bland monotonous stretches of the interstate) she had recognized a car in the parking lot of the local diner. curiosity had her veering left at the light to enter the parking lot herself to see if her association was correct or if the small town had a little old man with a vintage car collection and had happened upon a chevelle malibu. plus, she had been driving for over half the day and nothing would ever hit the spot quite like a diner blt.

luckily for her, when charlotte entered the diner the familiar face was spotted right away. without a second's pause, she settled into the rather picturesque, albeit stereotypical red stools at the bar beside natasha. after greetings were exchanged, charlotte picked up the menu, the leather bond cover coated with a thin layer of grease. that's alright, the place had character. brown eyes tore from her gaze upon the menu and back to natasha when she spoke, a formality more than anything since charlotte already knew what she wanted. she chuckled lightly at the other woman's words. ❝ sounds like i'm lucky you're in town to protect me, then. ❞ she teased back, a playful gleam in her eyes.

❝ but if you're actually looking for an extra set of hands, i'm your girl. ❞

[cursedhuntings]

a usfw only sideblog to cursedhunting containing threads and musings. content will not be tagged with warnings. this is your warning of adult content present. 21+ only. do not follow or interact if we are not mutuals

[awkwardcourage]

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ALIAS/NAME: moon

BIRTHDAY: december 1994

ZODIAC: the weirdest one! capricorn, the mergoat

HEIGHT: 5’6”

HOBBIES: writing, reading, gaming, scrapbooking, drawing (when i'm not too scared to), journaling, poledancing

FAVORITE COLORS: blue! pink gets an honourable mention

FAVORITE BOOKS: the stand by stephen king, jane eyre by charlotte bronte, the color purple by alice walker and the hobbit by jrr tolkein

LAST SONG: queen of the slip stream by van morrison

LAST MOVIE: the hard way?? i think?

LAST SHOW: the boys

RECENT READ: moominvalley in winter by tove jansson

FUN FACT: this is wilbur, my twelve year old son who’s practically an old man in cat years. is this a fun fact? idk but anyway here’s my child

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