#hunter is a small man

[crimeronan]

people being like "hunter needs structure and stability" respectfully hunter DOES need stability - in that he needs an environment where he's no longer afraid of the people around him & is confident that he'll always have a safe place to stay n safe people to call - but the kid absolutely DOES NOT need structure. if anything hunter needs LESS structure. this is mister "teens are probably into the same things as me, like authority and rules" please be nice to him.

my absolute favorite hunter darius dynamic is one with like, hunter asking to stay out late on a school night or whatever bc luz has some cool-as-shit event happening in the human world that he wants to attend & darius is just like "you can do whatever you want forever" & hunter's like "aren't you...??? going to....??? give me a curfew????"

darius: why would you need a curfew?

hunter: because i-! what if i'm TIRED before SCHOOL

darius: then you can skip a day.

hunter: [HORRIFIED GASP]

darius: kid. look. you already extensively weighed the risks and benefits of going to this thing on a school night. right?

hunter: ......i did make three charts.

darius: and you determined that the benefits outweigh the risks. with your three charts

hunter: .....yes

darius: ok.

hunter:

darius: so.

hunter:

darius: in conclusion. you can do whatever you want forever.

[arsonkuma]

New Adrian portrait drop teehee... trying to shake the art block from my system

[dyminesblog]

Here are my favorite characters

[jabii0]

Mis amores .°•♡•°.

[marosii]

Space hunters🪐

Aka ging straight up leaves the planet to do random shit and kite still follows him

[ryuarl]

Round glasses team!

about to have a good time :)

extra:

[crismakesstuff]

Happy Halloween Weekend !!

[spider-spector]

Hi Friends! this is the tumblr account where i’ll be posting all my art ✨✨ (a lot of it lately is Owl House related)

also this is my lil artist tag! his name is Spek, and i love him :)

[assassin-artist]

some quick outfit doodles of a chainsaw man oc that I haven't thought about in a while

[alanide-arts]

MHW sketchdump feat. some friends' OCs

(Tyrann becomes an Ecologist at some point!)

[galaghiel]

there are two kinds of hunters

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Hear me out:

Travis’ mother… but buff

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: SUR'KESH

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Urdnot Wrex With: Lt. Steve Cortez, Dr. Mordin Solus, Major Kirrahe, and Urdnot Bakara And a Special Guest Appearance by: Adm. Steven Hackett Alliance R&D has officially begun construction on the Prothean device. The team has dubbed it: "Project Crucible". We're throwing everybody who knows how to throw a hammer at it. This is gonna be the most ambitious undertaking in human history. I'm not saying it won't be a challenge- but we can do this, Shepard. You can do this. Never doubt that. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

+BONUS (the smirk™️)

[lollytea]

a moment that will always be so so funny to me is when Amity and Hunter meet for the first time and she's like "THIS is the Golden Guard? He is a lot ... scrawnier than I imagined." bc it's like. Amity. my darling girl. you have twig limbs you have no room to speak here

Forreal, like you got something to say Betty Spaghetty?

[killuaisaprincess]

mr and ms pac-man

“I will, baby, I promise I will. But not right now, you’re drunk.”

Killua’s sniffles die down, and he peeks his head out, his cheeks and forehead red.

“R-Really…?”

He hiccups adorably.

“W-Will you get me a Ms. Pac-Man ring…? A-And you can have a Pac-Man o-one…”

Gon hums and carefully brushes Killua’s bangs out of his face.

“If that’s what you want, princess.”

[xinambercladx]

An Arm to Hang Onto - Ficlet

"Hello there, Darlin'." Yeeeees! EDIT: I added an illustration. <3 <3 <3 HE LOOKS SO GODDAMN HAPPY. I finished sketching it, and kept going, just gonna fully ink and color this bad boy. This f***ing happy bad boy. ------------------------- Last week I dreamed about Cad Bane again. It was short, sweet, and made me swoon (hitting my pillow again right when I woke up). You can also read on AO3. <- link Fluff Rated: G. Words: 1000-ish

----------------------------------------- There was a little planet in the middle of no-where space. I wandered the streets of a small town with brick buildings. One could mistake it for Ferrix, when looking at the red bricked buildings and hard laborers wearing overalls and hard hats returning from work. However, this wasn't a shipbreaking town. There were no auditory nuisances of heavy machinery or noxious odors of fuel and hot metal. Instead, the streets where bricked too, and the rains washed away the grime and refuse down efficient drains. Walking to and fro was only a chore because no vehicles were allowed. Strangely, the locals didn't seem to mind.

I carried a few bags with me. They began empty, but on this errand I intended to fill them. I was relatively new here, but I was beginning to learn the names of the shop keepers. The farmer's market filled one bag with fresh produce and eggs. Another bag was for new lights for one that puttered out the day before. I didn't wish to suffer a dark kitchen.

There were not-so-quiet whispers. I could hear them whenever I left. They wondered why I was alone. They wondered why a woman like me didn't have a man to cling to? Surely she's married.

Perhaps she's a widow?

Perhaps she's not interested in any of the men here?

What's wrong with our men?

How could she not be interested in a muscular minor or sun tanned farmer? For some reason they never asked me directly. For some reason, I didn't mind. Honestly, I accuse my unconscious mind stealing Belle's intro in Beauty and the Beast. Thankfully, there was no musical number. The buildings were far from french countryside looking.

Oh, did I mention it was definitely Star Wars? Sure, half of the people there were human, but there were many aliens there too. I remember three specifically: Mon Calimari, an orange skinned alien with funny fingers, and those skittish, blue skinned aliens called Mythrol. Not sure why I dreamed about two water dwelling races, since I don't remember lots of water in the dream. There was no coastline, just the town. I remember droids being around, but can't remember exactly which ones. My home was in a corner between streets, with one wall shared with the bakery. Or was it a café? My unconscious mind didn't quite decide. The place was quiet now, soon to be closing since the afternoon rarely saw customers looking for the day's bread or kaff. A bell rang as someone left the bakery and he tipped his helmet at me. I gave a polite nod back and went to my door. I pushed it open with my hip. The doors of peoples homes were never locked here. It was a safe little town in the middle of no-where space. I placed one bag down on the mudroom shelf with a sigh. I was glad the errand was done. The bags were heavier than I liked. I kicked off my shoes and I brought the grocery bag to the dark kitchen. There was light coming through the window, but the cloudy day only allowed so much. I flipped the switch but the light failed. I had forgotten it was broken. "Hello there, darlin'," greeted a familiar and welcoming voice. I turned and saw a man step into the light and look at me with adoring, crimson eyes. I practically leapt into Cad Bane's arms. "You're back!"

He chuckled and gently pulled me off to get a better look. I don't remember much else of what we said. Dreams aren't always clear. I remember the impression of what was said though. He spoke about work, how the job went down. I'm guessing it was faster than Bane had though it would be. He brought me a few supplies, something I couldn't get on this planet. He mentioned the light being out. I gave him the replacement I bought earlier and he was able to fix it with those long arms, saving me the trouble. With that done, he offered his arm and escorted me back out of the house. He let me hold onto his arm. I was blushing like crazy but happier than ever. The day had been a good day, but now it was a perfect day. The eyes of the townsfolk couldn't quite believe what they saw. The docile Human woman hanging on the arm of a dangerous looking Duros. It was an odd pairing. I couldn't tell if they knew who he was. His broad hat and height near engulfed me in his shadow, but the bright smile on my face balanced us out.

Really? That's who she chooses? I could hear them whisper.

He's a Duros. Of course he'd be gone all the time, space travelers they are. That seemed explained why I lived alone. Yes, he was gone all the time. But today he was here and walking side by side with me. -------------------------------------------- I was over the moon for like three days after this dream. He called me "Darlin'???" Well, now I know what to use in future fics for his S/O. Excuse me while I swoon again.