#supernatural hunter aesthetic

[toxic-aries]

“ though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man ”

supernatural hunter!steve harrington

[cheesy-cryptid]

Vampires & Vampire Hunters but make it about during the late 1800s in the Philippines

[waywardbabysis]

Just things Supernatural fans understand 😎🖤😅

[thebeautyofspn]

10x10 The Hunter Games

[winterrnighttsposts]

Supernatural aesthetics

[underground-secret]

I’ve seen the aesthetic board things where it’s like reader being a hunter, and while i totally agree with that being accurate as hell—something about me is that i’m really big on fashion like i have family members complain about it because i can get picky and take forever to make a fit work. So this definitely bleeds over to reader lol. Like are we in a situation where we could be fighting at any time?? yes! am i gonna look good while doing it?? YES!

I just feel like if i was a hunter that would definitely be how i am. is it unnecessary? probably, but i literally can’t take anything serious!!

It’s actually embarrassing how much thought i put into the FICTIONAL outfits when it’s not even that serious. But i can’t help myself 😋😋

Plus I love pintrest. so, yes i will be searching for hours looking for the perfect fit, even thinking about when the story takes place and where so the outfits match the weather!

[umi-no-onnanoko]

If I was a Supernatural character

[ironverseocs]

Supernatural OCs - Lea Paddington - Hunter, Witch, Motorcycle Enthusiast, Loner by Choice

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take ~ TS

You've Got No Reason (to be afraid)

forever taglist - @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @shrinkthisviolet @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @ochub @ocappreciationtag

[theyareweird]

Vampire Knight: Ichiru Kiryu —Aesthetic

Ichiru Kiryu's Character & Personality

Ichiru is a seventeen-year-old boy who was born and trained as a vampire hunter. However, he never took on the occupation. He's a complicated person who's marked by many conflicting emotions and actions. Although Ichiru was quite close to his twin as a child, he struggled with the inevitability of being left behind by his brother and the strain of not being able to make it as a hunter. He eventually became jealous of how his twin could be healthy and normal while he couldn't. Though professing to love and hate his brother upon different occasions, Ichiru didn't always appear to know his own mind when it came to his twin, but his actions indicate his twin is incredibly important to him. The only other person who's as important to him in his life is the woman he loved. Beyond this, Ichiru is a nice, kind and friendly person to those around him.

[w0efulboopsoul]

The Hartwright Family Crest

[cheesy-cryptid]

tw // blood, body horror

“Honora…“

“Not now, Benito! We've just uncovered—-“

“No…look!”

🥀🐦‍⬛🧛🍂

Tropical gothic my beloved i am SO back 🩸 decided to make a fake book cover about filipino monster hunters solving mysteries together

[mcewin]

Dean

Winchester

[thebeautyofspn]

10x10 The Hunter Games

[winterrnighttsposts]

Bobby Singer

[littlewitchthatwrites]

Cauldron Part 4

“I was just trying to get closer to them. If we don't get closer we’ll never be able to get the job done.” Asher groaned.

The three hunters walked out of their school building where a sleek black car was waiting for them at the back of the parking lot. "Well, you were taking too long. And why do you get to have all the fun?" Bianca crossed her arms and slid into the car right next to Asher. Asher said nothing as they drove. They passed shops and houses, cute little neighborhoods where people lived completely unaware of the danger they were in. Living in blissful ignorance to what monsters were creeping around their lovely town. They drove until they pulled up to an open metal gate that towered into the misty autumn sky. The house that towered behind it was beautiful but old. It was completely over grown, covered by weeds and vines. The locals called it La Casa de Brujas. The house had an alarmingly strange history and it showed. People usually stayed away from this house. It was a hunting ground for beings of the supernatural. Teenagers go there to see if the legends are true and if they come back at all, they never want to go back to that house again. It stood tall just under the tall red and gold trees. The white chipped paint was spooky enough but that didn't stop the three of them from going inside. It wasn't just a house though, it was a mansion.  Ash could imagine the parties that would take place in the large hall. Large, full of life and light (he hoped). He could imagine all the women in beautiful gowns, being held close by their dance partners, spinning gracefully to elegant music. But now it was just an old, dusty tomb of history and memories.

The cracked marble floor was no longer glossy, covered in leaves and dust, but soon enough it would be restored to its former glory. In exactly a week, from midnight to midnight, the ghouls and ghosts would gather in the large hall. At that moment the line between the living and dead would break, all the monsters would stop hiding, and their family name would be known as more than just fiction. Heros, they would call them. What is myth will become real and all other hunters would bow under the name Van Helsing.

 “Well, I couldn't have a party here but that’s just my opinion.” Ash’s little brother said.

“Damien, will you stop messing around and come help us scout?” Bianca’s voice was just above a whisper but the annoyance still rattled in her voice. Damien let out a scoff and crossed his arms. “What are we even supposed to be looking for? This place is a dump. No one has been in here for centuries.” Asher rolled his eyes at his little brother and continued walking into the large ballroom. The windows were blown in resulting in a glass-covered floor. Chandeliers hung low, leaves and debris littered the ground, and there wasn't a single clean spot. It was all dark, dead, and empty. Just when they were about to quit and head back empty-handed, Bianca was gone.

Asher’s call almost echoed up stairs to the second story internal balcony that lined the room and had pictures and bookshelves covering every inch of the walls. Asher and Damien ran up the stairs to find her eyes glued to a thick page of a heavy book. It was about the width of Asher’s leg but she could hold it just fine. She was completely enamored by the picture of a crown on the top of a woman’s head. She was pale and boney but had eyes the color of rubies.

 Her hair was delicately braided and placed over her shoulder, her lips parted just the slightest bit with the corners turned up into a smirk. On her head was a beautiful crown made of white crystals and small purple flowers. They were held together by a silver circlet and little black beads about the size of berries. “Ash, doesn't this look like the portrait that your dad has in his study?”  Asher took the book and shoved it into her bag. “We need to get back to town, it's getting dark.” His warm fingers laced with hers sending a shock up her arm and behind her cheeks. The hairs on her arms stood straight up at the feeling. They ran back outside and the second they got to the porch the heavy doors slowly closed themselves with a large, booming, slam. “Let’s get this book back to your dad.” Bianca tried not to run away from the house. She walked fast, maintaining her tall confident image. Asher smirked at the small quiver in her voice.