#val: hunter

[callofthxvoid]

( Continued from here with @oxtofmydcpth )

Val didn't know what to do when she felt his hand land atop hers. It felt too familiar for comfort, and if it weren't for the fact that she found herself almost frozen in place, she might have instinctively pulled away. Instead, she slid into the seat next to Hunter and continued listening to what he had to say. Honestly, he was right about the fact that the reason she had pulled away was ultimately because he never asked how she was and seemed like he was too self-involved to actually care about her. And the fact that he knew that was a lot more self-awareness than she had given him credit for.

"I believe you," she said quietly, before flagging down the bartender and asking for a drink. "I believe that you think you did. But you don't really know me, Hunter. You don't even know what I went through to get here." Val picked up her drink with a brief nod at the bartender. "When I first got here, I didn't have anyone except my uncle. And well... You've met him. Kind of. He's not exactly the best company. For years, the only friend I had here was Cain, because I refused to let other people in. My parents, my sisters, Cyan and the band, Mo and Eagan, Knightley and Z... All of those people came later."

She had a sip of her drink before finally glancing over at him. "Making friends is a give and take, Hunter," she continued, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "If you want people to care about you, the real you, you should show more people this side. That's who I fell for." Val had another long sip before staring down into her glass. "I had real feelings for you too, you know. During the earthquake, I asked the other rangers to radio when they spotted you so that I knew you were alright. Did you even know I got injured?"

[tredlocity]

[valnotso3xplicit]

Human party games

[callofthxvoid]

Since the earthquake, Val had finally managed to settle into a comfortable routine with the people in her life. She felt closer to her mom and dad than ever, was enjoying the role of supportive sister to Bella and future sister-in-law to Jerico, and was happy in her relationship with Cain. Every now and then, Hunter would cross her mind and she would notice that she missed him, in spite of the very real and valid reasons she'd had for not speaking to him. But those moments were fewer and further between.

It would be just her luck that he would be at the bar when she decided to stop by and pick up the bottle of booze she was giving to Mo and Eagan for Christmas.

She considered pretending that she hadn't seen or heard him, but that seemed like a dick move even for her, so instead she turned and offered him a curious look. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, before shrugging and looking down at her hands. "Y'know, just 'cause things didn't work out between us doesn't mean I don't still care about you."

The Sasquatch // Hunter Hilton // Open

This wasn’t how Christmas was supposed to go. Hunter wasn’t supposed to be sat in some bar that he hated, in a shit version of Disney World, with no family or friends around him, no dog to jump down and snuggle with on the ground, and no phone to even attempt to film his yearly Christmas prank video. So, why didn't he just go home? He could walk right out of town...right?

As he threw another long swig of his drink down his throat and the fuzziness slowly clouding his thoughts, he wondered why he hadn't just upped and left, when he first lost his phone, or after he'd split with Val. All valid enough reasons to leave, but he told himself there was more to explore, more storylines coming and he couldn't miss out on the whole experience.

And then there was the Liam situation, whatever the fuck that was. First the fight, and the subsequent rumours that spiralled from that, then the kiss that dispelled those rumours. Hunter had proved his point and then some...so why was he still thinking about it? Add in the weird dreams... "fuck..." he let out a sigh, letting his forehead rest on top of his arms, "...dad's gonna kill me..."

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[smallpapers]

my littlest palisman shop!!

[peculiardiction]

One of these days I’ll be able to keep Danny-o’s face consistent. Today is not that day!

Hehe roleswap au

[zeorigir]

SSS

(smol sized scrunklies)

[val-of-the-north]

It came to me in a vision, I had to make it a reality

[ultimate-character-design]

The 2nd Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

Alluka and Nanika Zoldyck | Hunter x Hunter

[No propaganda submitted]

Space Dread | Val and Isaac

“The red one in this image”

[luoniiel]

playbite vol. 7 🩵

[callofthxvoid]

WHERE: Main Street WHO: Hunter Hilton ( @oxtofmydcpth )

On the growing list of people that Val needed to talk to despite desperately wanting to avoid it, Hunter's name was arguably second from the top, and she'd had no idea what his mood would be like when she met up with him. It turned out that he had indeed read the gossip column, and he was indeed upset about it, but he didn't seem to be upset about it for the reasons that she had been worried he might be.

"Just to be clear," Val started, coming to a stop and turning to look at him properly. Or at least what she could see of him in that costume. "You're not upset about the fact that I'm sleeping with other people. You are upset that the gossip column implied you're gay and in the closet. Does that about sum things up?"

[tredlocity]

[valnotso3xplicit]

I think there’s something wrong with my copy of twilight

plus flat vers

[callofthxvoid]

Val was not a stranger to how perception could drive reality, or how rumour could supersede facts when it came to determining someone's reputation—she'd seen it happen to plenty of people in Huntsville, including Mo back in high school. But what Hunter was describing was an existence that she couldn't fathom anyone choosing for themselves. Never being able to relax and switch off, never knowing if the people around you were being sincere, never being able to do anything without considering how it affected the brand. "Well, it's a good thing that we're not in LA," she replied with a small smile, reaching across the table to offer him her hand. "The only thing you have to worry about in a town the size of Huntsville is gossiping church ladies. And the column in the newspaper, I guess. But nobody takes that thing seriously."

She fell silent for a couple of seconds, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand, head tilted to the side as she watched him with a growing smile on her face. Val wasn't sure she'd ever heard Hunter talk as much as he was now. Yes, he did like the sound of his own voice, but this was different—this was bordering on nervous rambling. It was cute. "They'll come take our order," she replied, just as one of the servers appeared with two menus and glasses of water. Taking one, Val dropped her gaze to skim the items before looking back up. "I've got a question for you," she started, lowering the menu from her face. "Why am I the one you've picked?"

Something about the gentle kisses he still wasn't used to, even if it was a single one to his cheek. Val was usually so fiery, so aggressive in her approach sometimes to making love, especially when they first met, pretty certain she'd let it slip how she'd only kissed him and slept with him to stop him talking or leaving the house. He didn't mind that, but the softness...there was something vulnerable about it. "Not a proper one," he confirmed, "like...it's all publicity stuff back home. Pretend to date someone hot and get photoshoots and brand deals and al that. Then do a dramatic split for the drama and the gossip columns and the online articles and bam, you both stay relevant for another month," he shrugged, "not that I need some random girl to stay relevant." Hunter fucking Hilton, king of staying relevant whether people wanted him to or not.

"It would be nice to have one y'know? But I'm a fucking pain in the ass, and anyone that gets with me has to be okay with like...attention from people online and when we go places. Like now," he pointed around at the others in the restaurant, "if you and me were in LA, dating properly, I know for a fact that everyone in this restaurant would be looking at us, because I'm Hunter Hilton and everyone fucking knows who Hunter Hilton is. We'd be on peoples Snapchat stories and Instagram posts and people would be literally searching through the internet to see if they could find out who you were and why you're the one I've picked." He finally slid himself out of his jacket, slinging it over the back of his seat, running a hand through platinum blond to make sure it was still holding its shape, and only now realising she'd been speaking to him, answering a previous comment of his. "I like spending time with you too V. You're like...one of three people that hasn't been a dick to me, even if you were a bit of a dick to me the first night we met. But you did save my life from the 'ghosts' -" he air quoted around the word, "-so you weren't a complete dick."

Again, he was talking a lot, so he stopped, relaxing back in his chair a little, but his leg seemed to be bounding under the table. Nerves? Unburnt energy? He wasn't quite sure. "Do they come and give us menus and take the order here or we gotta go up to the counter to do it?" He should have looked into this beforehand.

[weirdlookindog]

The Seventh Victim (1943)