#huntsman rp

[silcntsinners]

Begging for more people to write Emily blunt / Eva green movies 🧎‍♂️🙏

[rook-the-hunter]

Escapes basement, immediately running back to Shaftlands, glaring

@poiison-apples

•And tackled•

Do you want rose to find us both out here or go back in that basement and we both live unscathed. You’re choice really just know I’m going to run after you either way, cheré

[chais-corner]

wish i had the balls to make a tumblr rp blog. i want to rp monster hunter shit but making more blogs scares me. i need to rp as the huntsman. i need to make elaborate stories with people. RIGHT NOW‼️

[legodenial]

Hello!

So I was wondering if anyone is interested in a silktea rp with me.

I’m a huntsman main so I’m looking for a Sandy rper

Uh I can do normal or Mer au or pretty much anything!

Mainly looking for people who are 17+, not for smut, but because I am comfortable with people who are closer my age!

Uh yeah that’s all!

[huntsmanlark]

RP Starter (Open to Anyone):

[Pre-Heresy]

Lark is practicing throwing knives at a far off target. He arches his arm in a powerful launch, and the knife he held shoots straight forward; moments later it hits the target nearly perfectly.

His following attempts are not as lucky, however, and he struggles to get a good strike in. Cursing under his breath, he keeps trying, and failing.

[sfwroleplayfinder]

Hi, I'm Mike. I'm looking for people who are 18 and over to roleplay Lego Monkie Kid with me, more specifically, The Spider Demons. I'd be writing for Syntax. I'm looking for a group of three as I would like a Goliath, Hunstman and Spider Queen. Possible Lady Bone Demon and Mystic Mayor too! So it could expand to six people (including me.) Looking for mostly slice of life casual roleplay between them. Ships are allowed although I'm not perticularly comfortable with Cyberhunt/Cyberhuntshipping or any other forms of shipping between the spiders as I see the Spider Demons as a makeshift family in a way? Rarepairs are very welcome. Ships with LBD are NOT allowed, however. Because of the whole, her host is a child thing. ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW for my own comfort. I'm a semi-lit writer though my bar is not set very high for this roleplay as it's meant to be a fun thing. I'd prefer if you at least wrote more than a few words though. Semi-lit writers are a preference of mine but not required, lit is fully welcome too! (Just know, I might not be on the same level as you ^_^;)

If you are interested, like this post and I'll reach out.

Like the post if you're interested!

[faememes]

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐)

Feel free to change titles and pronouns as needed!

"Lips red as blood, hair black as night, bring me your heart, my dear, dear ___________."

"Do you hear that? It's the sound of battles fought and lives lost."

"It once pained me to know that I am the cause of such despair, but now their cries give me strength. Beauty is my power."

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is fairest of them all?"

"Where she leads, I follow!"

"You have eyes, ___________, but you can not see! She is the One! I see an end to darkness!"

"Who are you? Why does the queen want you dead?"

"You should know. You're the one hunting me!"

"My queen, you have defied nature and robbed it of its fairest root. But on this day there is one more beautiful than you."

"I've seen what she sees. I can kill her."

"I will not abandon her a second time!"

"You can't have my heart."

"What does she want from me?"

"Come and avenge your father, who was too weak to raise his sword."

"You are one of the few who has ventured into the dark forest. One of my prisoners has escaped there."

"I shall give this wretched world the queen it deserves."

"It's the princess. __________ has kept her alive all these years."

"I feel that you and I are bound."

"You possess a rare beauty, my love, in here. Never lose it. It will serve you well when you are queen."

"I told you to run."

"If I had, you'd be dead."

"She is life itself."

"I would rather die than live another day in this death!"

"Is there no end to your power and beauty?"

"You don't even realize how lucky you are never to know what it is to grow old!"

"You were the only one who could break the spell and destroy me, and the only one pure enough to save me."

"That's kind, child. Especially when it's said that yours is the face of true beauty in this kingdom."

"This all must be difficult for you. I, too, lost my mother when I was a young girl. I can never take your mother's place, ever. But I feel that you and I are bound. I feel it there, your heart."

"I was ruined by a king like you once. I replaced his queen. An old woman. And in time I too would have been replaced. Men use women. They ruin us, and when they are finished with us, they toss us to the dogs like scraps."

"Lock her up. One never knows when royal blood may be of value."

"Our scars protect us. Without beauty, we are worthless to the Queen. It's a sacrifice we made so we could raise our children in peace while their fathers are at war. And you, your sacrifice will come."

"Your beauty is all that can save you, Ravenna! This spell will make your beauty your power and protection. By fairest blood, it is done. But be warned, by fairest blood, this spell can be undone."

"You see, child, love always betrays us."

"You deserved better. I once had a wife, Princess. Sara was her name. When I came back from the wars, I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn't worth saving, that's for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better, and I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm so sorry. But you'll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels."

"Death favors no man. We must ride like thundering waves under the tattered battle flag of my father."

"We have rested long enough. Frost to fire and fire to frost. Iron will melt. But it will writhe inside of itself! All these years, all I've known is darkness. But I have never seen a brighter light than when my eyes just opened. And I know that light burns in all of you! Those embers must turn to flame. Iron into sword. I will become your weapon! Forged by the fierce fire that I know is in your hearts! For I have seen what she sees. I know what she knows. I can kill her. And I'd rather die today than live another day of this death! Who will ride with me? Who will be my brother?"

"Then let them come. Let them break their skulls on these stone walls and bring me my prize."

"Magic comes at a lofty price."

"And the expense grows."

[ruindgod]

        OPEN TO : all fantasy muses!          MUSE : siemon weiss ( snow white. ). 20s.  they / them. the witch in the wood.         PLOT : once the crown prince, siemon fled the palace after learning of their stepmother's plot many years ago & now lives as the witch in the woods, helping the local villages who seek them for their herbal knowledge, poisons and magical potions. your muse could be seeking the bounty on their head, someone who knew them as the prince, or from the local village, seeking their help. quests, adventures, and general fantasy shenanigans are gladly welcomed!

✦         siemon places the bundle of yarrow into the basket and then stops, hand poised over the soft steams as their eyes cloud over with warning. movement. overhead, a hawk's cry cuts through the day — piercing and sharp. a tangled web of impressions set itself against their mind. the wind against wing, the dizzying spread of color and movement, the twitch of prey — and movement. siemon recognizes the shifting gait, human. & that meant that they could not speak to it. bear or moose, they could slip into their minds and warn them away but humans were a matter entirely.

        oh, how irritating. they were moving through woods. they needed to stop them before they wandered into the darker parts where maps were useless with the shifting roads & fairies with their tricks at play.

        the cloud leaves their eyesight and they straighten, turning and translating the map of the hawk's mind to their knowledge of these dark woods. ( dark and dangerous but siemon has been here long enough to learn its ways, tracing its paths like roots, like veins. soon enough, home felt less like stone walls and more like the loam. ) hand resting on the bone handle of the wicked half moon of a sickle they keep at their belt. with wild black hair and a heavy coat on their shoulders, the youthfulness of their face is a strange thing. "stop there." their voice is not loud but it is commanding. near a glimpse of who they once were although the only court that they keep these days is between the trees and the herbs, the animals with their silent knowledge. "not another step until you state your business. you should know better than to wander these woods without a guide."

[lustfulheart]

Starter open to → F

Simon is a therap|st but that doesn’t need to come into play here if you don’t want it to. but honestly saw a post calling him dad.dy so .... have someone call him that or something similar lol. idk gimmie. Simon doesn’t wake up often.

“Back up --- what did you just call me?” Simon’s eyes were slowly drawn up from the pages on his desk towards the woman standing before him. He had been listening, intently as it were but this? Well this had caught him off guard so excuse him for needing to hear it once more. 

[yanderelmk]

*Wen was about to say something else until her ears twitched, Wen knew she had to finish her work so with a slight bow she saids goodbye*

"Have a good night Huntsman, may the moonlight shine by your side"

*As she was about to leave, the Demon Rabbit turned around and with a quick movement, Wen gently cupped his face to kiss her on the cheek, giving him one last cheerful smile before looking back with her normal dull but glowing eyes and focused gaze, she jumped high away from there making sure that no flower from her hair fell*

*She would have no problem with her bosses if they see her hair, for them as long as she does what she should do then everything is fine (although her brother would be confused asking how she did that with her hair-)*

Huntsman would be left with his fingers brushing where her lips had touched his skin. None but himself would know that such a sweet action counted as his very first kiss. Already in his head he was trying to think of ways to retain the beautiful rabbit's attention, turning to look at the remainder of his supplies. After a moment's thinking, a smile spread across his face. There was a lot of work to do.

[silcntsinners]

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selective portrayal of 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 adored by Oli. They/them 18+ (23). Contains smut, dark & triggering themes with no warning. 10+ years , established 2023.

𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨/𝙂𝙊𝙏/𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧/fantasy & 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠.

HIGHEST MUSE ; ELLIOT STABLER

CARRD 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 Open starters Memes Starter calls screencaps banned fc fandoms I write my ocs in!

On request; Otis Milburn , Sirius Black , Anthony Reilly , Rachel (Imagine me & you) , Jareth the Goblin king, Norman Bates , John Lowe , Billy Butcherson , bill sikes, Oliver Twist, Thomas Shelby , Thomas Sharpe , Kathleen stabler (Elliot’s second child).

Highly affiliated with: @toxicmalicex , @siiinfully , @lavenderrpages , @alyafae , @titsoaks (discord) ,

[rook-the-hunter]

Sooo

Are you gonna date my brother?

Cause if so I have some warnings 🙂

Never said that…what are the warnings???

[enchantedtm]

fc ideas for the huntsman?

would  love  to  see  aaron  taylor  johnson,  michiel  huisman,  theo  james,  goran  visnjic,  jamie  dornan,  nicholas  hoult,  patrick  dempsey,  aron  pedersen,  alberto  guerra,  eoin  macken,  francois  arnaud,  howard  charles,  cheyenne  jackson,  michael  greyeyes,  kenneth  choi,  rahul  kohli.

[dashing-fandral]

if there's any Huntsman muses out there... hello 🌹 😉

[huntsmanlark]

🗡️ Pinned for Reference 🗡️

• Warhammer OC RP blog

Who is Lark?

• OC x Canon ahead

• Lark is a perpetual who’s home planet is Wisterium. Wisterium is a large hive world that serves as a trade hub for the Imperium, and was once home to the Primarch Ursa Major and the XXth legion.

Adopted and raised into an organization of female spies,—The Ladies of Wisteria—, Lark’s one purpose from a young age was to gather intel and remain inconspicuous whilst doing so; Usually via putting on a feminine and elegant exterior. This however did not bode well for Lark, who knew from a young age that he was different from his sisters, and not in fact a girl as he had been taught to believe.

After lots of ups and downs, rebellions and beatings, he eventually submitted to the life style his Order had wanted for him. For his induction into the LoW, he drank the blood of The Starcrawler, an ancient being living within the core of Wisterium. This is where he gained his perpetualism from.

The draw backs to his new power where greater than anticipated, however. The idea of immortality was not only daunting, but later on it would be noted that Lark would forget more and more of his past the longer he lived. His mind was not build to live forever. He started writing journals.

A few years after his induction ceremony, Lark was given his first assignment. Like so many of his sister’s before him, he had been assigned to a recently found primarch, Konrad Curze, The Dark King. His job was simple: Act as a servant whilst gathering information on the down low, and reporting back to the LoW on his findings.

Unluckily for the LoW, Lark ended up falling for the primarch, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Konrad was the first person who ever fully accepted Lark as a man, and following the start of an unexpected relationship, he cut all ties with the LoW, and started working for Konrad Curze as ‘The Huntsman’.

The Huntsman’s job was primarily rooted in conducting assassinations and keeping an eye on anyone who got too close, whether it be politically, physically, or emotionally to The Dark King. Despite the importance of his job, Lark’s role in the military hierarchy wasn’t very high, and he primarily did his work covertly; To outsiders he was just Konrad’s personal servant.

This changed during the Heresy when Lark became an important figure head. At first, remained loyal to Konrad Curze, but he later switched sides and rejoined the Imperium. Eventually, after Konrad was cast out into space by Sanguinius, Lark betrayed the Imperium yet again.

He spent the rest of the Heresy at Konrad’s side, up until the primarch’s death. Afterward, he wandered the galaxy in search of a new purpose. Over time, he began to forget more of his past and history; he had lived so long all his memories began to meld together.

In the 40th millennium he is the captain of a small crew of rogue traders who travel the reaches of space exploring and doing freelance work. Over time, his healing factor has gotten much weaker, and he takes longer to regenerate; He lost his left arm to a Keeper of Secrets.

Despite everything, his reputation as a ruthless assassin continues to proceed him, albeit in rumors and legends of a one-minded Huntsman who always did his master’s bidding with glee.

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Account Notes

• You can find my main blog at @idle-skull

• More AU content @wh40k-cat-skull

• This blog will most likely contain suggestive or NSFW content, whether that be of a lewd or violent nature, and is therefore 18+

• I will probably be retweeting any art featuring Lark on here

• Asks & RPs are always open, but please give me time to respond to stuff.

• There is no exact time frame for when this blog takes place. Pre-Heresy, Post-Heresy and Modern day are all on the table, just lmk before hand.

[savingthrcw]

open to: anyone who fits in a fantasy land and is okay interacting with a villain/gray-area (villains who want to chill with other villains, people willing to let their heroes/good guys get captured, etc. see about if unsure)

Freya had been suppressing her heart's demand for company, which felt like a door to the ultimate weakness, but every now and then she had to concede it a little victory: sparing a life, not inflicting revenge on someone who would have suffered dearly had she been the same woman who had conquered the land. But she refused to let go of the various magical items that had been stolen from her castle while she was in deep sleep. And after crossing the Looking Glass and reaching this new land, in a moment of anger she had frozen everything within a mile's radius except for living things - not turning them into ice was a kindness she wasn't going to repeat if challenged. "The mask in your possession belongs to me," she tried to keep her tone calm, even if she hated that she was being forced to travel to retrieve her belongings, "It has been stolen from my home. Return it and I will not let the blame for the theft fall upon you." No, she'd simply find those who had dared to take it in the first place and make them statues for her new castle.