#like cmon its HUNTER

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Been absolutely haunted by the idea of Hunter with a tongue piercing all day, please I need an exorcist.

[mayxo-hxh]

People who think Illumi is serious 24/7 and portray him as such drive me crazy have u seen that goofy ass man... Hes sarcastic and jokes in a twisted sense of humor only he gets all the time and he literally says "Yo" to greet people he's serious when needs to be but he is GOOFY

Like look at this guy. Goofy as fuck

I think the biggest giveaway to his goofiness is gittarackur. Out of all persona disguises to create he created the goofiest man that is always smiling and twitching and cracking when he moves like come on now. He is so very not serious

LIKE EVEN HISOKA SEES HIM AS A SILLY GUY LOOK AT HOW HE DEPICTS HIM IN HIS TOY BOX. SILLY BOY :33333

[devotedlystrangewizard]

contrary to what the now 3k kudos and almost 20k hits on my old geraskier fic would have you believe i was never and will never be a geraskier girlie and in the 5 years since ive wanted nothing more than to write a geregis fic to at least somewhat make myself feel better about it but i never have because i have also magically not had any good ideas for geregis fics. it has been 5 years. this fucking thing will be my legacy

[m-writesstuff]

undercover - aaron hotchner

chapter 1

lying.

i like lying.

especially when it involves waking up next to aaron fucking hotchner.

we were undercover, playing as the stork killers next victims, jane and aaron hunter, a couple in need of a miracle, preferably one that came in the shape of a human baby. the killer, doctor james hader, who specialized in fertility, had been stalking us for the past three weeks after we visited his clinic, so it wasn’t really a surprise when i saw his white van parked across the street from our bedroom window. doctor hader was a very obvious stalker, which made me wonder if the two couples he had murdered before had caught on to the white van parked across the street for their houses.

i sigh, and get up to go make breakfast, just as a loving wife would do. yuck. so glad my bachelors in forensic science had led to being reduced to a stereotype. 

the bed is warm and seems to be enticing me to lay back down as i pull the covers off my legs and stand. i turn to look down at aaron in the bed, he seems calm in his sleep, it makes me smile. he used to look like that awake. calm and kind, but years of stressful cases while juggling the politics that come with the bau had turned him into a very serious man. we started working together 5 years ago, when i became the first woman on the team and unlike the rest of my co-workers, he seemed to actually respect me for more than my looks. we quickly became close friends, but we never seemed to hangout outside of work. now here we were, stuck together in a two bedroom/two bathroom in the fucking suburbs. it wasn’t that this life didn’t appeal to me. i just didn’t love the idea of relying on a man to provide for me. it made me feel trapped, but this was only my life until the case closes, which seemed to never come.

i reached the kitchen and begin getting out eggs, bread and a tomato. while the bread toasts and the eggs cook i cut the tomato into slices and divide them into two plates. soon enough i have a beautiful breakfast plated and i set the plates down on the table. aaron walks in at that moment, in a white tee and plaid pyjama pants. 

“thanks.” he mutters as he sits down. he’s not much of a talker in the morning. 

“you’re welcome.” 

we eat in silence. once he finishes, he takes my empty plate and begins washing the dishes while i shower and get dressed.

“he was here.” i say when i return.

aaron looks up from the plate he’s drying. “hader?”

“who else aaron?” i respond, grabbing the pan and a dish towel.

he rolls his eyes. “i must have missed him, he was gone when i woke up.”

“hmm.”

“what?” he asks, looking at puzzled.

“its just… well, he always leaves after i wake up.” i start. “it’s like he’s only interested in me. maybe he’s after the women but kills the men to get them out of the way.

”“maybe.” he says. 

i look at him with a frustrated expression.

“what?” he asks while yawning.

i roll my eyes as i put the pan into the cupboard. “thanks for supporting my theory aaron.”

he chuckles. “oh cmon, janie,” that stupid nickname makes me blush slightly, “we don’t have proof he’s after just the women, he stalks them for weeks and kills them both.”

i sigh, “just a thought.”

he finishes the dishes. and turns his body to face me. “keep thinking, well figure it out.” he smiles at me.

“bring it up to the team?” i ask.

“jane…”

“oh cmon! think about it, he doesn’t follow you to work, he focuses on me when we go in for consultations, and he always leaves when i get up for the day.” he doesn’t seem convinced, we stare at each other for a moment, “please? do it for me, your lovely wife.” i tease.

he pauses staring at me intensely for a few seconds. “fine.”

i break into a smile, which he returns. “thank you aaron.”

he sighs and walks off to get ready for work. 

aaron was the lucky one, he got to return to work everyday as the town where we were stationed was only 30 minutes from headquarters. i, on the other hand, got to play house. cooking and cleaning were basically all i got up to during the day. it was dull. but, occasionally, aaron would bring back reports for me to fill out regarding our operation, but other than that i spend my day doing nothing important.

i watch from the kitchen table as aaron grabs his coat and gets ready to leave.

he opens the door, “hey,” i walk over to him, “don't forget we have another consultation at 3.”

he smiles at me, “i’ll be home at 2 then.” theres a pause before he begins talking again, “have a good day jane.” he closes the door.

my day goes by normally, i clean the house, which takes under an hour because i do it everyday. then, i spend the rest of my day on the couch watching the news, desperate to feel like i’m in the field. when i look up from the tv, the clock on the oven reads 1:45. shit, there goes my day.

i decide to make a quick snack for aaron when he gets back. by the time i’m done, i hear the doorknob turn, speak of the devil.

aaron walks calmly through the door and takes off his coat. “hungry?” i ask

he looks at me, sitting on the counter calmly, as he takes off his coat. “very.”

we sit at the table eating the cheese and crackers i had prepared, talking about our days. mine, just as interesting as his. since we were undercover, he was not allowed to be in the field. This meant he was stuck at a desk all day, doing paperwork. exciting.

sooner than i’d like, we hop into his car and begin the 20 minute drive to the clinic. 

doctor hader’s fertility clinic was in a small building on main street. aaron and i rode the elevator anxiously. every meeting with the doctor proved more and more useful but also nerve-racking. hader asked the awkward questions, the ones regarding aaron and i’s non existing sex life. i tended to freeze up once asked whereas aaron smoothly spoke of our fake life. it was odd how i feel when he speaks of those things. it’s like there’s a pit in my stomach… a hungry one.

we sit in the waiting room silently, waiting to be called on. i hear the door hinges creak and grab aaron’s hand, putting on the facade of a happy couple. doctor hader is a small, balding man. he avoids eye contact as he invites us in. his office is painted blue, with a couch that faces his large desk. overcompensating much. hader motions for us to sit down as he takes a seat at his desk.

“jane, aaron, wonderful to see you again.” he smiles, that creepy awful smile.

aaron and i smile back, “great to see you too, doctor hader.” aaron says.

“so, let's begin,” hader brings out our file, “you’ve been trying for some time now, yes?”

i blush, “yes, 6 months now.”

“interesting, you’re still trying now correct, with the meds i had prescribed, correct?” he asks.

aaron squeezes my hand to keep me focused, “yes.”

hader looks frustrated, “you’re certain?”

he knows were not having sex, he’s been watching us for weeks. 

aaron and i look at each other, “yes.” he says.

the consultation goes on for what feels like forever. when we finally get to leave, it’s not soon enough. i could feel hader’s eyes on me as we head out. i grip onto aaron’s arm.

we ride silently for about half the trip back until i finally speak up. “he knows.” 

“what?” aaron says, not looking up from the road.

“he knows were not… you know…” i say.

aaron doesn’t speak for a while.

“aaron.” 

he looks at me as we stop for a red light. “i think you know what this means, janie.”

“which is?”

“we have to put on a show for him.”

i freeze, the gears in my head turning slowly as i figure out what he means.

we have to have “sex”.

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notes: hello! if you made it this far, thank you!! i appreciate you so much. this is my first story here and i'm super excited to share it with you! it may not be that good but i'm still trying! anyway, have a wonderful day!

[apocalypseornaw]

Real or Not (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Just as you're beginning to feel like you overreacted the biggest challenge yet gets thrown your way

@lacilou s idea

You sang lightly along with your Playlist, Kaleo cranking through the Bluetooth speaker you'd hooked your phone up to as you worked through the stack of lore books the boys had stored in the small room just outside of the "dungeon" as they called it. They'd gone on a supply run into town and despite Dean asking you to tag along you'd chosen to instead stay behind at the bunker.

A couple weeks had passed since that day you'd overheard him and Sam talking about Camila. You'd been more careful of announcing your presence coming into rooms hoping to not walk into the middle of any more reminiscing. A part of you hoped Dean hadn't noticed any change in you while another part of you was nearly desperate for him to notice, to soothe your worries.

You let out a louder sigh than you'd meant to, noticing the legal pad in front of you was still blank despite the fact that you'd come in here with intentions to gather more information for the hunters journals you and Sam had been compiling to make assisting other hunters easier. "That thing say something bad to you? Cause I'll kick its ass" your eyes flew up to where Dean was now leaned against the doorframe watching you.

A small smile slipped onto your face "How long you been there?" He shrugged "Long enough to see that you looked like someone kicked a black kitten in front of you" you tried to look genuine when you said "Nothings wrong Dean" he nodded slowly "You sure?" "Of course" he smiled before walking closer, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips he tapped his knuckles against the legal pad before playfully saying "You hurt my girl's feelings again I'll set your ass on fire" you laughed despite yourself. Why were you worried when here he was threatening an inanimate object for you?

Yet again you found those three little words warming your lips begging for escape and yet again you choked them back down denying them the freedom to be released into the world. You did love Dean, you were in love with him but you wouldn't say it first. Take away the doubts lingering in your mind you knew him well enough to know the man didn't commit often, you were one of few lasting relationships and wasn't about to say it first just to freak him out.

You realized you were staring at him and felt the tips of your ears warm. Why you weren't sure considering you shared a bed with him and had for a while now. A smirk slipped onto his face before he said "Don't be shy sweetheart. You can feel free to check me out whenever you want, I'm all yours" your head flipped in your chest.

"I just fed your ego even more didn't i?" You teased and shrugged "Maybe just a little" you laughed and shook your head before pushing back from the table and grabbed his hand "Cmon I need a break. I'll help you and Sam put everything away"

You were beginning to think you'd simply over reacted to the mention of Camila. You had a few exes that you ended on good enough terms with that you still spoke to them occasionally and would back them up if need be on a hunt. While it was true none of them came near holding a candle to Dean you had cared about a couple of them.

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You hissed lightly when Sam touched the ragged slice across your arm. Fucking ghouls, you hated the little scavengers. "Easy Y/N" he comforted, the antiseptic cold as he applied it to your wound.

Dean looked up from across the room, the slice across his cheek somehow added to his looks. It wasn't fair he always looked amazing, even when he was bloody "Sweetheart I haven't seen someone take down ghouls that fast in a while" you grinned slightly "Coming from one of you two I'll take that as a compliment"

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Once Sam was through throwing a couple stitches in your arm he placed a bandage over it and smiled over your shoulder at you "all patched up" you nodded "Thanks Sam" He wished you and Dean goodnight then headed for the door that connected the two motel rooms you'd gotten.

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Normally the three of you would just drive back to the bunker but considering you'd had to make the drive down to New Orleans to help a coven with their ghoul problem it had been a unanimous decision to crash halfway back for the night.

When you suggested just getting one room Sam had shook his head "No, I am not risking waking up to the sight of you and Dean being handsy with each other" you had ducked your head from embarrassment but Dean had simply shrugged "She's gorgeous, what can I say?"

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Once the door shut behind Sam, Dean raised an eyebrow at you "What's that look about dee?" You asked and he shrugged "Just thinking you'd be a lot more comfortable out of those jeans"

You felt a smirk slip onto your face "Oh really?" You held his eyes as you unzipped your jeans and pulled them down your legs, kicking them behind you. A smile worked across his face as he took a step towards you "Now let's get you out of that shirt and bra"

You laughed as he reached for the hem of you shirt "So I'd be more comfortable naked?" He caught your lips in a hungry kiss before saying "Yeah, you would but don't worry I'm gonna get comfortable with you"

When you woke up Dean was curled up to your back, his warm breath hitting your neck with every slow exhale as he slept. Your arm wasn't that sore considering although some other body parts were after the night before. A warmth spread through your stomach and lower at the memory of Dean's lips on your body, the way his hips had rolled into yours both of you clinging to each other, a solid chorus of moans mixed with the skin meeting had filled the room.

As if he could hear your thoughts Dean started to stir behind you, his lips finding your neck "What you thinking about?:" you smiled, leaning back into him "A gorgeous guy" he murmured against your skin "Lucky asshole" before his hands began to roam lower on your body.

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You'd just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed when you heard Sam's voice in the other room talking to Dean. You caught a few words like "Gotta talk to Y/N"

You quickly got dressed and brushed your hair before heading into the main part of the motel room. Both Winchesters snatched their heads towards the sound of the door opening "What's wrong?" You asked and they exchanged a look "A hunter nearby called for an assist" Dean said matter of factly so you nodded "Ok, what's the case?"

They exchanged another look before Sam said "Thinking changling" you groaned inwardly, the last case had been horrible. "Let's get on it. Who is it?" With one final look exchanged between the boys Sam finally said "Camila"

@lacilou

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[magdaluxe]

owl house old man yaoi character arc longpost incoming

i haven’t seen people talking about darius and alador’s little moment at the end of watching and dreaming (which i get, they’re smaller characters, they’re not too popular in the grand scheme of things, alador less so than darius, but like cmon) so i thought i’d bring it up because its really sweet

so like. throughout the show the two of them have been shown to hate eachother, but in a way that’s almost a bit contradictory. darius gets bothered over alador on penstagram and mutes him, but why that and not blocking him? why was he even following alador in the first place if he hates him that much?

alador destroys the book that darius had written, but again, why did he have it to begin with? it’s even autographed by darius- did he send it to alador or did alador get the copy himself? either way, it’s not like he destroyed it on sight or refused it, he was clearly using it beforehand

something’s up with the two of them, darius especially. they tease eachother back and forth (kiki clearly did deliver the “tell alador he’s a hack” message LOL), but do so in a way that they keep coming back to eachother to see what they’re up to. i think it’s important to remember that the two of them were friends at one point (hi perry :) hi odalia :/ ) but then split apart at some point

so all of that makes the scene with the two of them at the end of watching and dreaming even sweeter. darius respects alador’s craft and gets excited about it, and when darius grabs alador to shake him, he doesn’t seem that angry, only surprised and a bit confused-

-moreso when darius turns away all flustered and “tch. i didn’t mean that.” you can even see darius blush!

in the end i think it’s really sweet that the two of them grow to respect eachother and maybe even like eachother again in the end. who knows, maybe hunter and amity could end up step-siblings LOL

(also this isn’t entirely old man yaoi related but i think it’s nice how alador has a cleaner workspace and clothes. he takes care of himself now that hes not being overworked by his wife :) )

[hurlingdown]

hi hurling its me pissboy

i dont know whether youve seen hunter x hunter (i hope you have, so many characters to string along there truthfully) but i just wanna ramble about illumi zoldyck for a little bit

HE IS SO HOT!!! hes a little weird about his brother yes, but its not whatever the fuck hisoka the pedo has going on about him, that's for you!!! LIKE, HAVE YOU SEEN THE PHANTOM MOVIE WHERE HE'S LITERALLY WEARING A DRESS ON GAWWWWWWWWD

god i wanna impregnate him, lets continue that bloodline like you want baby ive got no problem with having 100 children and make them fight to the death if illumi wants it

9/10 his father showed him some vanilla ass porn before telling him to go back to training so he grows up with the mindset of a virgin semi-incel because milluki is an incel cmon now, but then HE GETS HIS ASS WRECKED TILL NEXT SUNDAY BABY WOOHOO!!!

throw me in the hxh universe im making sure my nen can make men PREGNANT

- oath anon

not pissboy 😭 think twice or it’ll actually become your new nickname /j

i definitely have seen hunter x hunter!!! the 1999 vers was one of the first shows i’ve ever watched, but a few years back i’ve finished the 2011 one as well. AND YEESS ILLUMI IS JUST TEXTBOOK SEXY. HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE YET BUT I LOOKED IT UP AND DAMNN that waist has always been insane but now it looks even better

most accurate hxh headcanon btw i’m having a field day

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

S1 ep19

"The Million Dollar Ghost"

ok, lets-a-go!

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Shadow key !!!

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Vlad does a little thing what OH MY GOD

“No more mr nice plasmius” BABBAKAMS

I love vlads eyeliner its so silly

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“Didnt you get the memo?" *holds up a piece of paper with ‘memo’ on it*

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DANNY IS GETTING A BOUNTY???? poor guy i just wanna hug him

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Scooby doo parody LMAO

‘Guys in white’ like men in black?? God this is an amazing show 

'NOOOO NOT MUD ON OUR WHITE SUITS GO GO LOCK IT DOWN ARGHHH'

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“I can tear down danny's respect for his father, assuming he has any” Vlad, you kill me

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Danny: VLAD??? What are you doing here??!! Vlad: Well, your dad looks like an idiot, and you have a million dollar bounty on your head. What do you think?? Danny: So… you hired these ghost hunters? Vlad: NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!!

Danny is slow sometimes

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“Shouldn't you be getting home to the love of your life? Oh yeah, dad married the love of your life; you're bitter and alone!!” danny has me dead, though.

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scoobykitty: “Grrr” Danny, not trying to die today: “uhmmm… boo?”

And IT FUCKING WORKED 

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“We’re all going to have to live with my dad failures for the rest of- Hes right behind me isnt he.”

HE SAID IT HE SAID THE LINE 

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Danny in a vacuum  Danny is like a contortionist rn

Wait what if hes more flexible as a ghost?? Oh my god thats gotta be some SERIOUS dead dove 

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Danny/phantom: This is a trap.  Jack: oh like I’m going to listen to you.  *trap springs up* Danny: now do you believe me? 

the ironic timing in this show is so fucking great

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Jazz: Well we aren't stuck! Dad wouldnt forget to install a handle on the inside of the vault! *note that reads “note to self, get danny to install handle”*

ironic timing? more like moronic timing

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Jack, to phantom: we're safe!! my ecto-filter is clean! Danny as phantom, remembering he never cleaned the filter like his dad asked him: are you sure?? Jack: of course! I told my son to do it! he must have! Danny: does he take out the trash? Jack: no. Danny: does he clean his room? Jack: no. Danny: does he... say, forget to install a door handle? Jack: GOOD GRAVY MY SON IS A LAZY SLOB! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.

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Jack: Not while my family is in danger!! Vlad: Cmon, theyre in danger every time you puck up a butter knife

BAHBSHDBOIHDJBKSNLKBIH:ILOUVGI

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and that concludes season 1 episode 19 of danny phantom thoughts!

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: pt squads

hi i just have brainrot about a few specific squads in the troupe.

strategically the troupe can be split into a few different groups but here's some of my favorites.

Jump squad: Feitan, Phinks. c'mon. they just work so good together. i bet they also compete for kills if they feeling extra silly

Blond Squad: Pakunoda, Shalnark, Phinks. a boots on the ground intel reconnaissance squad. and they look so damn good doing it. need some out of the way information? call them up.

Improvised Cannon: Uvogin, Kortopi. this is a viable strategy because hear me out. even chrollo is able to throw a human body like its nothing at crazy speeds. so kortopi with a dead body just feeding uvo ammo as he's hurling the copied corpses at whoever they're fighting and taking them out one by one.

Tightrope: Machi, Feitan. forgive me but the idea of machi setting up a thread across a large gap and feitan using it as a goddamn slack line to get across. something about that is just. MM.

Stabby Squad: Bonolenov, Feitan, Nobunaga. they all have pointy things. and they stab people with them. idk why it would ever be just them, but like. cmon. its stabby squad.

Heavy Hitters: Bonolenov, Uvogin. Big Bang Impact and Planets. guys tell me that isn't the most poetic set of completely overpowered abilities. also i can imagine uvo like, using his aura as defense while jupiter expands outwards to like. ride it as a speed boost.

[letdownthepainful]

the MEH ships..

to me personally there are a couple RW ships that are M E H. (not bad but not exactly good to me) [the only truly bad ones are monk x surv and gourm x monk or surv] so watch me likely piss off people the MEH list

artihunter: im sorry to all artihunter fans, but i dont like it. it's a bit too saturated for content (it corrupts me searching for hunter images on google) and i think its a little TOO basic. fishdi- i mean fishsticks: not easy for me to exactly get the reason and i just dont see riv and sm as a compatible goodpair. triforce (saint arti and hunter poly): i gget the concession of it but at that point i'd rather take oen ship and leave the other as a best friend third wheel candycane: what a oddity to me but i just dont see much for it besides the color scheme being really silly most monk ships: cmon guys monk is a uwu bab its hard to make most fanon interps work as a truly shippable char. but i do find monk x saint kinda cute but still meh.

[bluiex]

Keep going with that charpim vampire hunter au idea please its so good already Just Pim seeing Charlie and its just really awkard and Pim trying to explain. Or Pim doesn't notice Charlie and Charlie just starts acting weird. And slipping up with his words and saying random things that don't fit what they are talking about. Either Pim catches on quickly, or it hits him later on

OH DUUUDE. The whole, Charlie just starts acting weird is perfeeecctt.

The day of, Charlie just leaves abruptly, making some shitty excuse that's barely intelligible and is gone. The next time they see each other is probably only a few days later Cuz cmon even tho things are hella awkward and weird for Charlie now, he can't just not see Pim.

Charlie is always at least a foot away from Pim, refusing to make eye contact. He keeps clenching his hands in his pockets for some odd reason (he's definitely holding his stake or something as a clutch), he keeps side eyeing Pim whenever he thinks Pim isn't looking. Charlie is also wearing two crosses (like that'll do anything lmao)

It doesn't hit Pim until later that night that, oh fudge, Charlie knows.

I think Pim would definitely bring it up. But in a sly kind of way like "Charlie... What's wrong? You can.. You can talk to me you know?"

[nagunkgunk]

did you see the new final shape trailer? any opinions on it?

PRISMATIC so cool. watching the first final shape trailer they put out after lightfall was kind of insulting? the fact they only had 3 New Light supers felt so bad for what was supposed to be the final battle? esp when the hunter super was just Big Arc Knifes? not to mention seeing them gradually nerf ability regen in game like cmon.

but prismatic is so cool I like that we can finally put in game whatever triple light/dark combos we've been headcanoning for our guardians all these years. (assuming they put all the abilities in the prismatic blender cmonnnnn who cares about balance cmonnnnnnn lets have fun bungie)

I think the new witness enemies are a good touch. still do not care at all about the witness tho lol. I have no idea what I would've wanted an actual Direct Darkness big bad to be but the Witness just being one (1) sad dead end civilization being mad their god didnt talk to them kinda sucks. The darkness even says it thinks the witness/nihilists in general are boring????????????????

Like its not even something older than our universe? An inescapable pattern that we have to break free of?

wait hold on if theres lore entries about mold or that hourglass thing i missed thats on on me bc I checked out of d2 season missions after defiance

[lollytea]

does hunter ever have to be protective of his fam too or is willow the main protector most the time

Yeah he's probably been put in a position where it was necessary some point. Willow goes to great lengths to make sure he doesn't have to. They both have a very different relationship with violence, and Hunter's history as a child soldier and destiny to be a killer has made him so much more averse to it than Willow is. However, sometimes life just throws you a curveball and you gotta do what you gotta do.

We talked about their children being held for ransom at some stage, and his family being endangered made Hunter see red. Most of the convo was voice notes or someone else's messages. All I can show from that is this:

- I imagine Hunter obviously didn't tell his children about the Golden Guard thing until they were old enough to understand. Like most parents don't usually tell their kids the horrific abuse they endured when they were their age. It's upsetting. It would give them nightmares.

Hunter's life from birth to 16 would upset his children horribly. So he certainly doesn't feel the need to explain it to them while they're still little.

Which makes it an even bigger shock to them when their Papa comes to rescue them and he's enraged in a way they've never seen him before.

They know Mama can fight. They know Mama is scary. Everybody in Bonesborough says so. They've seen her participate in a few of the Brawls for fun. They've seen how intense she gets when she plays Flyer Derby.

But Papa has always been just....Papa. Soft and sweet and smiley. He never wanted to try a round during the Brawls. Even when he was offered. ("Cmon, Hunter, just for fun." He shakes his head.)

So the way he handles the captors is disturbing. His jaw is clenched, his voice unstable with acidic rage. And he kills them like it's second nature to him.

It's scary. The way he fights is scary. Because its like somebody else has possessed their father's body.

It's only when it's over and he approaches and his voice wobbles in that familiar worrisome way ("Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need a healer? Breathe in and out....") that it's so obviously him.

All that shocked and frightened energy fizzles away in an instant, flooded over by a wave of relief. They're safe. They're safe because Papa is here. They fall into his arms, sobbing

[techs-assistant]

~Misfire~

Pairing: Male Jedi OC x Crosshair / Bad Batch (romantic or platonic but Maxx is fruity 100%).

Authors note: This is set before O66 of ccourse, Also Ive never done this, if its bad, im sorry lol I just needed to write somethin i guess.

Warnings: Mention of Injurys, changing perspective marked by ---, uh whump? Self doubt, fear of decommissioning.

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Crosshair had been lying prone for nearly an hour now, watching his brothers through his scope in case they needed cover. This was meant to be a stealth mission, set explosives at the droids outpost, blow the radio tower, stop the droids from getting new orders. Simple textbook job?...not this time.

He had panned his sights over Wrecker and their commander while the two set up the detonators.

 They looked to be finished soon, but something grabbed the collar of his backplate and the last thing he recalled seeing in his sights was their commander before his rifle misfired and he was dragged to his feet. He didnt get the time to process what he had possibly just done as the commando droid that flanked him kept his attention.

The sound of the detonators exploding sent a chill through his blood "It wasnt ready! they werent finished! Did I hit the explosives? They didnt have time to..."

He lost his train of thought as he wrestled the droid to the ground and managed to wrench its head from its shoulders with a flurry of sparks. Panting heavily as a new sense of panic washed over him. He hit his helm receiver "Wrecker?! Commander!?".

When there was no reply he grabbed his rifle to peer down into the valley below, trying to pick out their shapes in the smoke and rubble but saw no sign of them. He hit his receiver again this time on the emergency channel.

”Hunter, we have a problem!”

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Maxx regained his wits slowly, a burning across his face and eyes kept them tightly shut. He tried to sit up only to find he was pinned, but not by rubble.

He trailed his available hand up to find Wreckers plastoid atop him. He breathed out a groan as he pressed against the chest peice.

 "Wre..Wrecker?"he coughed a bit from the smoke that seemed to surround them. He was grateful the troopers helmet seemed to still be on at least. The built in respirator would keep him safe.

Wait, Wreckers helmet!

He felt for his friends helm and traced his fingers to the side of it, just able to reach the controls for his comms he could faintly hear the others voices shouting through the internal speaker.

He turned his head in hopes he was close enough his own voice would pick up in the mic "Hunter? Someone?...W-we're both down..."

“Kriff...how bad commander?" Hunters staticy reply came.

"I..Im not sure, Wreckers down...but I cant see.."he paused to cough as the smoke seemed to only be getting worse now.

"I think we're...under something, theres smoke"

"Can you get to us if you-"

"Negative...Wreckers got me pinned under him...and I can't see".

"Osik....we'll come to you, just hang on!"

Maxx let his arm slump down to Wreckers shoulder, his breathing becoming ragged and sharp. "W-Wrecker…cmon wake up!"he tried to jostle the gentle giant but a searing pain in his back and side halted him.

Had he been hit with shrapnel? He couldn't tell, it had all happened so quickly he could only really recall Wrecker shouting to him before waking underneath the unconscious bear of a man.

The burn in his chest from the smoke was becoming nearly unbearable now.

He tried to tap on Wreckers shoulder, his helmet, hell he even clawed the poor mans neck where he could reach, but nothing seemed to wake him.

“Dont be brain dead…now big guy…cmon” he pleaded between coughs and wheezes.

“Youve…had wo-worse…wake up…” he patted Wreckers helmet again but his movements were growing sluggish. Between the pain of moving and the smoke inhalation he was getting hazy.

He tried to keep himself from losing consciousness but it was looking like a fruitless venture as the minutes passed. ”How far out were they?” he could only imagine they hadn't been that far. But being blinded he had little idea how bad the rubble must be.

Tech's muffled voice was one of the last things he could make out as his consciousness finally slipped away from his grasp.

”They are here!”

”Good we're almost outta time!”

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Thankfully Wrecker had managed to regain a bit of consciousness, enough to be supported by Crosshair and Echo at least.

The whole walk back to the Marauder Crosshair couldn't help but kick himself mentally.

When Hunter had picked up their unconscious Jedi, it was quite obvious his shot had made contact. Or rather punched right through him and into the explosives.

The pit in his stomach only grew as they neared the ship. He had nearly killed his brother and for all he knew he *had* killed his commander.

”Is it still treason if its an accident?” he wondered. But the idea of a clone being given anything close to a fair trial was a pipe dream. If Maxx died or not he was surely going to be in a mess of trouble over it.

Not that he wasn't upset enough with himself.

As they boarded, Crosshair got Wrecker settled in one of the seats. Glancing over at the racks as Hunter got Maxx layed down and in a mostly comfortable position. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen their commander so still, it made his stomach ache and he had to look away.

Tending to Wreckers burns and bruises would have to be enough to distract him for now. The guilt of being responsible for their injuries was bad enough.

“Hey its okay vod, ya didn't do it on purpose”

Wrecker chuckled before wincing at the ointment that Crosshair applied.

“Accident or not…it shouldn't have happened at all. I should've heard that droid coming…”

“Cross…itll be okay-”

“Wrecker I shot our commander and blew you both nearly to pieces…what part of that will be okay to you?” he hissed as he placed the last patch over his brothers wounds.

“Wull…when you put it that way…’

Wrecker rubbed the side of his neck where Maxx had scratched him in an attempt to wake him “Hes still breathing…That should be worth something?”

Crosshair simply shook his head and as the ship made it to hyperspace, heading back to Kamino he would assume, he took a seat near the racks, keeping an eye on Maxx now.

Echo had done what he could to patch him up. He had plasma burns across his face and one of his arms, but the worst injury had been from Crosshair's rifle.

A bacta patch on either side of his torso was all they could do at the moment. The slow rise and fall of his chest was a small comfort at least.

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“He's going to be fine, I dont think you hit anything vital or…well”

Echo's voice seemed distant even though Maxx could sense he wasn't more than a few feet away. 

The low hum of the ship's engines was a comforting sound, It wasn't the first time he'd woken up like this. Near death in Hunters rack, but he could only hope it would be the last.

He shifted his arms but his legs didn't seem to follow suit when he tried moving them.

“Thats not good” he hissed inwardly as he raised one of his hands “Echo?” he managed to rasp out through raw cords.

Echo turned to look at him and kneeled down, taking his hand to hopefully ease any of his worries. “Yes commander? We're on our way to Kamino”

“Good…Is Wrecker alright?”

The boisterous laugh across the cabin was an answer enough but Wrecker moved to join Echo “Course i'm alright tiny!”

Echo elbowed his brother's arm to remind him to keep it down “Easy, you dont have to shout"he hissed.

Maxx hummed and smiled softly “Its okay, I cant hear him well enough for him to be too loud right now” he assured them.

He didnt mention his legs, for all he knew it was just from his injuries or Wreckers weight pinching something off for too long.

“Well, lets hope that's temporary."Echo chuckled. Despite everything Maxx always kept smiling it was something he admired about his old friend. “I think you and Crosshair should talk, hes a little…worked up about things"he adds before getting to his feet.

Crosshair gave Echo a sharp look, but he knew he was right. He should talk to him, tell him what happened at the very least if he hadn't realized it yet. The two swapped places, Crosshair now standing beside the bunk while Echo and Wrecker headed to the cockpit for now.

Maxx turned his head slightly to at least face the sniper, he could sense him but not make out any specifics “So?...You shot me huh?”

He sensed the other man's guilt and doubts. He raised his hand, offering it to him.

“Hey…i'm not upset with you Cross”

“How…how could you not be?”

He questioned remembering to speak up so Maxx could hear him. Looking at the outstretched hand before him. He reluctantly took it into his own and kneeled down.

“I almost killed you…or paralyzed you at the least, how could you not be upset?”

Maxx smiled tiredly and gently squeezed his hand “I would have sensed it, if it were on purpose…it was just an accident, I won't blame you for something you couldn't control”

A soft chuckle escaped Crosshair as his worries settled slightly “You Jedi really are strange, anyone else would have been furious”

“Hey, we finished the mission and i'm still breathing enough to reassure you…i'll take that as a mission success”

“You sound like your sister now”

“Fish swim in schools, don't they?” He joked.

They shared a chuckle and Maxx sighed gently.

“It was just a misfire, Crosshair, Don't blame yourself for things you can't control”.

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(The formatting got messed up im sorry if that was miserable to look at lol)

[the-owl-house-takes]

I COULD TALK ABOUT HOW THE SHOW LIKE COMPLETELY REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE GUS EVER!!!.

i can talk about how RECENTLY, in a panel, they were asked “how would they react if Luz died?” and they gave amity, willow, HUNTER more detailed answers than GUS. they said, “gus and everyone else would be sad” or some shit.

i can talk about how they literally never talk about him, OR his v/a! and when they do its bs (above). i hope its clear that they got BOSCHA and KIKIMORAS V/As, aka two characters nobody actually gives a flying shit about (the actors are rlly nice though no shit on them), on an interview, but not gus?? really??

i can talk about how, even with the episodes being FOCUSED ON HIM, he gets overshadowed by other characters. whether purposefully or not (who am i kidding, its always on purpose lmao). like in labyrinth runners, he gets overshadowed by hunter and amity, and in through the looking glass graveyard, they put a FUCKING lumity kiss.

i can talk about how in WAD, when luz was in her dream, all of the characters had outfits that correlated to how luz “came into their life and changed it” or whatever, but gus is wearing is GROM SUIT, why? because the show IGNORES HIM THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME, and he never gets a ‘big moment’ with luz unlike everyone else!

i can talk about how it takes until the LAST MINUTES of THE LAST EPISODE for him to get a new haircut, and the fact they couldnt even animate his hair right in the beginning anyways. not like they cared to!

i can talk about how it feels like he was literally just thrown in there for black representation, and they dont do shit anyway!!!! hes the only ‘main’ black character (excusing darius and ig willow who is blasian but. on average, nobody would really know that abt her anyway)

i can talk about how all the canon ships are poc x white, yet gustholomule, poc x poc, literally gets ignored too. like how did fucking aladarius and huntlow get a chance?? i know gm is really just an opinion (and probably always will be) but they had so much chemistry compared to the other two. cmon, the fuck? everyone else gets a partner but not him? and if hes every confirmed to be aroace, itll just be another stab in the gut. Im aroace myself, and lillith was already ENOUGH bad representation!! if he was aroace, it would literally just be one excuse to why they ignored him and his chance on having a potential partner. not to mention they completely glaze over his short lived crush on bria.

sorry the rant was so long, i could go into more depth but i wont and theres defo a lot i missed but whatever. but i guess my take really is THE CREW FUCKING SUCKS ASS AND GUS DESERVES BETTER!!!!! (also mb if anything is written weird im tired raah)

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[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 2/5)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Sam's starting to develop feelings for you, the problem? He's certain you and Dean are something

@lacilou 's idea

Sam watched you out the corner of his eye. You were sitting cross legged in the middle of Dean's bed in the most recent motel the three of you had stopped at. You'd gotten this case first and had called him and Dean in for the assist. You'd ran across a rather large nest and they were dropping bodies fast.

You had vials of dead man's blood laid out around you and were sharpening machetes. Dean had went to do a quick drive by of the place the nest was held up in which left just you and Sam. The plan was simple, the three of you go in and clear them out then hit the road.

You glanced up after a moment and smiled when you caught his eye. After Hayley's death you and him had become fairly decent friends, you'd call him when you needed to talk about the heavy stuff and he'd confided some things about his own losses.

You were one of the smartest hunters he'd ever met, beautiful and sarcastic enough to rival Dean. You were sweet to those you cared about and any victims you ran across but also fierce as hell when it came down to it. He was beginning to feel things he thought had been buried with Jess, the problem? You were Dean's.

The two of you weren't overly obvious and maybe not even exclusive but the way you two were around each other? You and Dean moved as a unit on hunts, not having to speak to seemingly know what the other wa thinking, he'd say it was a thing of beauty if he wasn't jealous on some level.

He hadn't meant to develop feelings for you, he truly hadn't but it was nearly impossible being in close quarters with you and not.

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You defended him at moments Dean had doubted him, when he got hurt on a hunt you'd patch him up and at bars you'd drag him out on the dance floor laughing like a mad woman when Dean would tease "C'mon Y/N! Don't break Sammy"

He would say he wished he'd met you first but considering you met Dean when you both were nineteen, that wouldn't have changed anything since that would've put him and fifteen.

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He hadn't realized he'd sighed aloud until you spoke his name. He looked up again and you smiled "You good honey? Kind of need your head in the game. Me nor Dean would want anything happening to you"

He nodded "Yeah Y/N, I'm good. I promise" you didn't seem to fully believe him but nodded nonetheless "Ok, ya know you can talk to me. I might not be Dean but I do care about you too" that made him smile more genuinely "I know" before either of you could say anything the door opened and Dean can walking in "Y/N, sweetheart you know how to pick cases don't ya?"

Sam fell back while you and Dean went back and forth teasing each other about past hunts gone weird. The banter between you and his older brother was so damn easy. After a minute you let out a whistle and when he looked up you were standing a little in front of him holding his machete out handle first "Freshly sharpened Mister Winchester" "Thanks Y/N"

"Dammit" you grunted under your breath. There were a few more vamps than you or Dean had thought. "CIRCLE UP" Dean shouted. You and him knew how to move together on hunts as did him and Sam so it was becoming a natural thing for the three of you to move together. The best plan for a nest this large? Keep a tight circle and don't let any between the three of you and make heads roll.

You reached out with your left hand and felt Sam's shoulder. "Well cmon then!" A flurry of movement came next. You would place bets on the three of you over anything, any day.

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Within a few heartbeats the last vamps head was separated from its body and rolling across the floor. You leaned over with your hands on your thighs looking over the carnage surrounding you, blood was smeared across your face but it wasn't yours. You did a quick visual once over of both Winchesters, clocking the bruising starting on Sam's face and Dean favoring his side because him and you both had caught a decent kick to the gut.

All in all the three of you had faired decently enough "Well boys I say we skedaddle a couple counties over and grab some motel rooms then grab some food or some alcohol" "Or both?" Dean added and you winked at him "Reading my mind again Winchester. Tell ya what? I'll race ya for the county line. Winner picks the restaurant and the bar" "On you're on!" He laughed.

Sam shook his head "We gotta clean up after this first you two" you pointed towards him "and that's why he's the Stanford boy. He remembers shit we forget about too quickly" he grinned at your words as the three of you started arranging the bodies to torch the place.

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You stumbled when you grabbed a large body and nearly fell, had Sam not lurched forward to grab you before you could face plant in a puddle of blood. You braced one hand against his chest and he had an arm around your waist to steady you.

You raised an eyebrow at him before saying "Well damn Sam knew you were cute but didn't know you had the whole Disney prince sweep em off their feet thing going on" and was rewarded with a light blush gracing his cheeks before he said "It helps when the princess is slipping on vampire blood" you laughed at the quick come back "Good point"

Dean walked in the room and chuckled "Well what do we have here" Sam looked from you to Dean, his eyes widening "She slipped. I just caught her before she fell.." he made sure you were steady on your feet then quickly let go of you. He grabbed the body you slipped on and disappeared from the room before you or Dean could ask why he was acting weird.

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