#hounted

[bearratic]

For: @hounted

A knock on Dabi’s door echoes through the League’s hideout. At the moment it seemed to be a rather empty and eerie place except for the two of them, and that was becoming a problem. Keigo rolls his eyes and it wasn’t long after he got no response before he knocked again. Still… no answer as he ruffles his crimson feathers, knowing very well Dabi is in there. He sighs, the smell of burnt fibre and cigarettes clear from the other side of the door. So he knocks again.

“Dabi, i know you’re not one to be punctual but-..” He says against a closed door as he tries to keep his annoyed feathers still. “This is even testing my almost endless patience. Watcha doing in there anyways, huh?” The undercover hero crosses his arms to stop himself from knocking again.

Having known Dabi for a short while know, he’d just bust the door into the others face. And yes, maybe it was suspicious of the avian hero to be so uptight, maybe it was something he hadn’t been able to shake from his years of training. Maybe he just wanted to keep an eye on the other. Either way the aloofness of the other was noticeable every minute of every hour.

[tyllie]

I’m TRYING- keyword- TRYING to watch Sam and Colby- TELL ME WHY I AM SUCH A PUSSY AND AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT? I LIVE IN A PARANORMALY ACTIVE HOUSE, I AM A MEDIUM AND I SEE SPIRITS EVERY DAY. I AM SHITTING MY PANTS, CRYING. SOMEONE HELP ME.

[variant-defect]

@hounted

While in the middle of using a dry erase board to draw out quick, simplified diagrams and write notations to aid in explaining a few new concepts to Twice, he'd noticed the room's vibrations shift; someone approached a door, their steps halting just short of walking into the room, his feathers picked up on smallest changes, even with the doors being at the back of the room.

It seemed someone had taken up listening in and possibly watching. The so-called hero remained as cool as ever, unphazed, finishing up the notation he'd been writing out, the marker squeaking each time it streaked across the board while he contunied writing out the neccessary characters with his back turned.

Once he was done he turned towards his 'student' with a sly side-glance and smirk.

"I guess there's always a spot for me as some kind of instructor~" he joked, partially deadpanned and hinging on sarcasm.

[helluva-hazbins]

@hounted

❥˚ ── Clearing the water spots and dust from drinking glasses with a bar rag was a far cry from the glitz and glamour of the casino lifestyle the ol' gambler preferred but in those sparse, rare and few moments in-between chaos there at the hotel, he reluctantly admitted to himself that he'd settled in and found a new routine, one that despite himself, allowed him to sense some semblance of a new purpose, and that was—nice for him. It was certainly more than he had let himself begin to hope for in decades, emptiness being all he had figured was best to forfeit himself over to.

❥˚ ── It wasn't until he'd seen the reflection of someone making a hasty approach through a raised glass being held and inspected that his entire mood dampened, ears folding back, he placed the glass down near the others just like it and leaned an arm onto the bar top with a surly expression. Feline eyes soon cast over towards the radio demon.

❥˚ ── "No. whatever it is. I ain't interested and I'm on break." he grunted while reaching beneath the bar for the bottle of cheap booze he had stashed earlier.

[regular-gnome]

*ghost sound*

-thats not a singular ghost sound

[moominmanoneandonly]

Got to make cookies with my partners and friends. It took over 4 hours and a lot of stress but everything turned out alright. That said i got to try making some actual transformers gingerbreads.

(I tried making Breakdown,my gf made homestuck)

(It was supose to be megasound)

Sadly breakdown bo0bs turned out to be to heavy

Rest in peace my love (...fuck i just realised it kinda looks like what happend to him in canon..PRIMUS DAMN YOU!)

A beautifull group effort.

[miryanverse]

[starcloudcat]

Idk

[1-cherrychair-1]

I saw a Tumblr post (I can't find it now) and it went something like this: "Everyone talking about cottagecore lesbian but what about aroace hunted house"

And I was thinking about it.

Since we consider Artemis as aroace what about aroace person that is hunting with their friends? And this aroace person lives in a like forest house or something like that.

I think it's pretty cool!

[ilikehotpeople99]

Mike Flanagan is a genius and I think i’m in love with T’Nia Miller.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

have the entirety of the Marauders fandom just fallen for a Gay or European Joke??

[jongspiration]

It's been YEARS since I've read Anterograde Tomorrow, I don't even remember what happens much BUT WHY DO MY EYES GET TEARY WHEN I SEE IT MENTIONED?!?!

[thatchaoticcatkin]

and today in history class we learn about: Tumblr. a legend gone for centuries.

sometimes we can still hear theyre voices

occasional posts from users

[helluva-hazbins]

@hounted

∇ıllı˚ ── This little run-in, it was a long time coming. Seven years had left the corporate president pent-up, unsatiated and obsessive. It was clear the moment he'd heard the news of the radio demon's return that all of the suspense was pushing him well over some invisible edge with anticipation, all of which had him feeling more than ready to deliver his most smug and over-confident greeting, if and when fate would allow. And it seemed that serendipitous moment was now.

He fixed his cuffs, smoothly slid his hands to re-adjust his coat lapels and then bow-tie, all the while wearing a grin and an accompanying eyebrow, arched high.

∇ıllı˚ ── "Well, well, well, guess it really was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Here you are back at my doorstep." A self-indulgent and somewhat foul intentioned laugh reverberated in his throat. Yes, he had entertained this scenario plenty of times over in his mind. Actually, several scenarios but who was counting. With the table's having finally turned and the former top charting broadcaster begging for his acknowledgement. The taste of triumph would be sweet. Succulent, personal triumph. Already the thought alone, tantalizing as it was, conjured him only grand illusions, "That big to-do you made walking away from my generous offer, all of the time that's passed, wasted, and all for what, where did it lead you? Oh, that's right—back to me!"

[urbanexploringus]

I found ABANDONED STREET of historic houses in woods of Pennsylvania

[reidak-artcreature]

20. Hounted House

Tiny ghosts hounting a doll house