#Hunter's vents

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Random vent art, idk, emotions are shit, I see Jack and his family as family lmao tumblr anons been making me feel like shit :’3(Reblog if ya want!) I’M OKAY NOW, JUST WOKE UP FEELING BAD ABOUT MYSELF AND WANTED TO GET MY FEELINGS DOWN SO THEY DIDN’T GET WORSE BY KEEPING THEM INTERNALIZED.

[mosovi-vian]

Tired.

Season 3 only made birdman even more special to me. I see myself a lot in Hunter, and while it could just be me projecting I really think his behavior in the past two specials reflects where I am in my own healing journey. The one step forward two steps back then two step forward one step back part of his recovery stage in life hits home. I guess this is vent art?? Abuse recovery is a bitch, and new trauma can always form even when you're making progress. I think that's why Flapjack's death really stuck with me. This is a time in Hunter's life when resiliency is especially needed, and I'm glad that Willow and his friends will be there to support him through it. This character has given me a lot of insight into my own past experiences and inspires me to reach out to find my people in the world, and I cannot thank Dana and the crew enough for the show.

[quietbirdee]

more thoughts about hand pain and then the feeling of confused relief when something actually helps

(grimwalker keratin is made from palistrom wood so...)

[lavenoon]

He's been waiting for a chance to use that line himself

@naffeclipse everything in my brain is bounty hunter, even the self care

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she) *og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic

[sapphicdib]

godless machine

[curscival]

Cover piece loosely tied to the first chapter of my fanfic that released today!

[archivistofnerddom]

Something tells me that Wrecker and Echo have an entire comm/text thread that is just devoted to Wrecker venting to Echo (and Echo providing counseling). The things Wrecker vents about include, but are not limited to:

Wrecker still feeling a lot of guilt about not getting Tech back up to the sky-car safely (being the Strong One didn’t save their brother), compounded with them losing Omega shortly thereafter and being betrayed by Cid.

Hunter being Not Okay while they were searching for Omega, and Wrecker doing his best to hold it together

Hunter running into situations half-cocked and without a plan, and Wrecker is extra worried about his brother because of this.

Omega’s safe and home! And she brought a puppy. This isn’t so much a rant as it is a gleeful declaration, followed by a flurry of pics for proof.

Wrecker needing a friendly ear to talk through how he had been worried it’d be a trap/not Omega when they got her message, and now he’s feeling guilty for feeling that way.

Crosshair’s return and all of Wrecker’s complicated feelings about that.

Hunter and Crosshair being at each other’s throats and sniping at one another. Wrecker is getting tired of breaking up their very loud disagreements. (“Mom! I need help!”)

[sergeantsporks]

Empty

Hunter had thought that physical pain and Belos’ disappointment were the worst things that could happen to him. He’d thought the most awful experiences were the ones where he ended up bleeding or bruised or, in the worst-case scenarios, with broken bones that he’d be working with for months until they healed.

He’d been wrong.

Hunter had thought that betrayal was the worst thing that could happen to him. His life, a lie. The man he’d been nothing but loyal to turning on him in an instant. It had hurt worse than a hundred broken ribs, and made it just as hard for him to breathe.

He’d been wrong again.

Hunter had thought that the worst thing that could happen to him was the loss of control over his body. At the failure of mind games and emotional manipulation, the man he’d once trusted paraded his body around like a sick toy, had worn and discarded his skin like a cheap costume.

He’d been wrong.

Hunter had come to the conclusion that the worst possible feeling, the most terrible experience, was loss. Soul-crushing, terrifying, aching loss. The moment when he knew Flapjack was gone forever was the worst moment of his life—and until he lost someone again, nothing else could possibly top that.

But somehow, he still hadn’t gotten it right.

Worse than the injuries, worse than the betrayal, worse than the possession, and worse than the loss was the emptiness that had replaced it. The conflict was over, Belos was gone; there was no more danger. No more heartbreak. There was just… nothing. Hunter had no more tears left to cry. No more screams left to tear out of his lungs. Just a blanket of numb quiet, like someone had put him inside Camila’s TV and turned it to a static channel. At first, the quiet felt better than all the pain and heartbreak, but slowly, it seemed to sap the strength from him.

He still went through the motions. He smiled, he laughed, he talked to his friends. Meaningless conversation, silly small talk that he forgot almost instantly because the weird color Gus’ socks had somehow turned in the dryer was fun to talk about in the moment, made him laugh in the moment, but certainly wasn’t something that needed to be committed to long-term memory.

But once they were gone, once it was Hunter, alone, he was left again with the bone-weary exhaustion that didn’t seem to be in his body. He’d felt this way in the coven sometimes, sure, when he’d been overworked and overstressed, or when he’d had to spend just a little too long trying to convince other coven heads to listen to him and was sick of being around other people, but things were supposed to be different now. These were people he loved, people whose company he enjoyed, so why was he still left feeling so empty? At least before, he’d been able to track the source. Now, it was just… numbness for no reason.

Slowly, the numbness settled in further. It didn’t just creep up when Hunter was alone anymore, it stole into time with his friends. He still smiled, he still laughed, but the Hunter who smiled and laughed was running on autopilot while the real him slipped into that soft, silent numbness. The enjoyment of their company faded into familiarity of a routine. More and more, he talked without realizing, snapped back into a conversation halfway without remembering what had just been said.

He wondered if anyone noticed. He thought he did a good job covering for himself.

On good days, he’d pick up needle and thread and sew, but even the hobby he used to love felt like nothing. A finished product was simply a finished product. Occasionally he still accidentally pricked his finger on the needle, and felt that bright sliver of pain, a blip of emotion in a sea of emptiness. Even more occasionally still, that needle prick sent off a complicated wave of fear and revulsion, his body automatically reacting to the memory of a needle prick that had left him open and defenseless. He’d be left sweating and shaking, sick to his stomach. But at least that felt like something instead of the yawning chasm of nothingness that seemed to be following him everywhere.

Hexside had him up later than he’d been allowed to sleep in the emperor’s coven, but every morning, when Hunter woke up, he already wanted to go back to sleep. To put his body in the same place his mind and heart went, into that calm quiet. Making himself move and care about school was a chore when he fell into that numbness (and now it seemed like he barely climbed out—now, the numbness was the default, with a few bright spots of change). At first he dismissed it as morning sleepiness, but as the day passed on, all he wanted to do was to take a nap, or better yet, just go back to sleep entirely. And on weekends, on blissful, wonderful weekends, he did. He’d sleep and sleep and sleep, until his body wouldn’t let his eyes stay closed any longer, and then he’d lie in bed for another half hour at least before getting up. It didn’t fill him with any more energy to stay asleep that long, it didn’t make the numbness go away, but at least he wasn’t conscious in that cottony nothing. Sleep was the only relief from it.

Darius always looked like he wanted to say something when Hunter finally got up in the midafternoon, his face swimming with concern, but he never did. Hunter got the feeling he was worried about overstepping, or upsetting him. He almost wished Darius would say something, but at the same time, dully thought that it probably wouldn’t help anyway.

So he went through the motions. He scheduled out his day, get up, go to school, play flyer derby, come home, eat dinner, finish homework, hour of allotted time for hobbies or reading, then preparation for bed, and finally slip back into that blissful slumber he’d been looking forward to all day. A strict schedule. If it weren’t for the fact that it would cause worry, and the fact that Hunter felt like he should at least try to enjoy something, he’d skip the allotted hobby time and go right to bed after finishing homework. But some small part of him worried (as much as that numbness would allow him to worry, it was barely even a feeling) that if he slipped and let go of the hobby time, something more important would be next. So he kept the schedule, day after day after static day.

Just one more day

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

[roodles03]

Tired, hungry, frustrated, burned out, and overworked. The recipe for the perfect little bad but sad boi.

I have a lot of fun drawing these doodles that I don't finish. Didn't put as much effort in this one as the last one but its fun to make angsty expressions. Yay.

[pansear-doodles]

[lotusthekat]

[ID: Digital sketch of Hunter mourning Luz, crying and hugging her close. He buries half of his face on her shoulder, and Luz's expression is not seen. Her hand is dropped. The work is only colored with a dark blueish gray, besides the black inking of the sketch. Hunter and Luz are drawn in their Halloween designs from Thanks to Them, with Hunter already with longer hair after the possession. /End ID]

I loved her

DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!

This is a ship post. Luz and Hunter are not canonically siblings. Hate will be blocked.

P/roship DNI.

[haystarlight]

I wanted to submit this to the-owl-house-takes but they don't take asks anymore and are ending the blog.

Anyway, I think I'm getting a little bit sick and tired of seeing characters act like idiots on fics and fanart where they're not together yet. Like in those getting-together fics where both characters have a crush but they're not dating yet? I'm tired of people writing the characters to be idiots at romance just to stop them from getting together.

I understand these are all neurodivergent teenagers who all have their own trauma but, at the end of the day, they're not morons. They know a few social cues, they can tell what flirting is supposed to be. I was a neurodivergent teen with problems socializing but I still knew *some things* about romance.

The character who suffers from this the most is Hunter I think. Tho Luz is a victim of it too but Hunter is the most notable. I understand that he was raised in a cult so maybe he doesn't comprehend romance as well as other teens but he's not stupid, okay? I'm tired of people writing him stupid or too socially inept to even flirt or make jokes.

Canon Hunter makes jokes all the time! I know there's a common headcanon of him being autistic but not like this, dudes.

Maybe I sound conceited when I say I think I write characters a lot better than others. I try to make them awkward crushing losers but without them looking completely socially inept. A lot of fan writers don't strike that balance.

Anyway, maybe I should just read some Established Relationship stuff for a minute.

(this is isn't directed at any specific author/artist, it's a pattern I have seen in multiple fan works by multiple people and tbh it's okay if this is how you choose to write these characters. I just don't feel like reading it anymore)

[zennyzach]

family trauma, or something like that

[artofchinara]

"Oh Hunter, my poor Hunter. The horrors you have seen, the pain you have endured. They have taken everything until just a husk of you remains."

Venting. Cri de Coeur. Whatever it is, Bloodborne will carry me on.

[schrodingerscal]

News Flash! WLW/WLM Headcannons about/Shipping with the Hunters of Artemis is fucking weird, please stop!

Constantly complaining about lack of sexuality representation and then going around and erasing canon Aro/Ace rep is not only incredibly disrespectful but also extremely hypocritical. There are SO MANY other characters in the PJO franchise without canon sexualities you can headcanon, and so little aroace representation out there. Like, the ONLY canon characters are Lilith from TOH and Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, and both of those characters were/are considered evil.

Another thing I’ve seen is people freaking out over “oh (blank)s (sexuality) you can’t headcanon them as something else!” And have NO SUCH qualms about the hunters being headcanoned and shipped with other characters.

Them being unable to date is such an important part of their character and group’s culture, especially sense it stems down to Artemis and her past suitors/mythology. Sure, sometimes they turn out like the ladies in ToA, but it’s still AroAce erasure.

I’m so tired.

(Hi sorry if this comes off as mean or just offensive but it’s 12 am where I am, and my hatred for hunter Shipping and pent up rage at everyone around me has mixed and I am not in a very good mood.)

[nerves-nebula]

Vent comic courtesy of my traumatic visit home!!! augahguhsg!!