#c:hunter

[dom-bastiansmythe]

Have to keep up with those thirst traps you post ;) ~ Hunter

And your effort is thoroughly praised, hot stuff. ;) Enjoying the summer, I see?

@hunterclaringtonswitch

[lilyxpxtter]

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"You probably know more about the muggle world and their items than most in some ways. Though I imagine there are some conflicting information with your grandfather too." Hunter commented with a little grin.

[taxidermymaster]

【Huntdad】 AU

Verse, where Mono does not come back for Six in the Wilderness [or takes time to do so // depends on context]

cw: bright light

The Hunter catches a child in the forest. Something about her makes him hesitant to take her away [to the Maw].

A strange familiarity, kinship he has never known. Strong spirit in fragile body. Enough children still believe that this world has mercy for them (<fools!>). Enough children still hope. But not in this case. Whatever that child has been through: she doesn't hope. She simply does what needs to be done.

That said, the hermit decides to keep the child with him. For now.

It takes a lot of time for Six to trust him. The Hunter grumbles, curses. He considers if it's really worth it to have another mouth to feed? It would be easier to just find a wild dog. He's not as good at taming beasts as he is in hunting them.

But the child comes out of her hideaway eventually. The Hunter doesn't really know what he wanted to achieve here, so he begins to train her.

Six eats with him, walks with him and hunts with him. She's more a hunting dog than a child, truth be told, but she doesn't complain. She likes to catch something alive with her bare hands and make it unalive. Sometimes she growls and screams at her prey and it seems to the hunter that she has been holding back this anger for a long time.

The Hunter teaches her how to handle a knife, make fire and cook raw meat. Six finds mushrooms and vegetables in the forest. He goes extra mile to provide her with the things she needs. She sews up his wounds where he cannot.

They never speak of any of that. They never exchange more than a few words, in fact. They create their own language of grunts, gestures and meaningful silence. The Hunter doesn't really know what's going on inside this child's head, but if he was her he would be grateful and he counts on that.

It is an acceptable tandem, they have.

◉ The Hunter in this verse takes guardian role over Six. He's not very fatherly or friendly, and ceirtanly won't admit it, but his protectiveness shows in his actions. In his eyes, he teaches Six how to be on her own, rather than depend on him

◉ This verse may include other kids with or without Six, for he's more ready to take care of them, as he did with Six. He still doesn't have a soft spot for children, but he's more tolerant of them

◉ This verse has blurred boundaries and unclear definitions. Plot where Six runs away eventually and plot where she calls him Dad both will fall under the definition of Huntdad AU

[domivancarvalho]

Are you a fan of cleaning and organizing tiktoks too, Sir? ~ Hunter

I'm more of a obssessive compulsive container hoarder, with way too many containers at my place than I care to admit, haha.

@hunterclaringtonswitch

[submissivejberry]

She's a big baby and I may be looking at winter jackets for her right now. ~ Hunter

Shut up, that's so cute!! I mean, it's very cute, sir, heh. Sweaters look so cute on puppies!

[dom-bastiansmythe]

PM: My favorite kind ;)

PM: I heard about Sam. I'm sorry to hear that awful thing happened. Is there anything I can do for you?

PM: Especially if the search is on naked skin, I bet. Sounds like a plan.

[asher-mccarthy]

who are your top three, and top bottom people in gradian?

I think people are trying to cause drama. Also, this list is just off the top of my head and for no specific reasons. I like everybody in this village.

Top three:

Levi

Vivian

Alex

Bottom three:

Alastair

Hunter

Knox

@leviticxsmcc @tinydancxr @alex-abrams @gradianalastair @huntermcc @kncxsmy

[switchhummel]

in reply to this:

PM: I’m sorry for meddling, but I couldn’t help read your conversation, and I just wanted to say... In what possible universe is it factible you ending as a slave? Reallly? @hunterclaringtonswitch​

[dom-bastiansmythe]

I decided to go with both, as you can see ;) ~ Hunter

See, that's the wrong answer. When it comes to you less is better. Always ;)

@hunterclaringtonswitch

[siennawilkinson]

Sienna let out a small laugh. "Considering I used to be the one throwing bludgers at people, that's a big possibility."

"Probably not but it seems you've gotten away with it unscathed and without a lawsuit on your hands." Hunter responded with a grin of his own at the girls teasing. "Maybe keep it out of reach of the children though. Sometimes I think a bludger knocked the braincells out of a few of them."

[dolly-nova]

Dolly was in need of some new winter time sunglasses. Something with a darker frame, and that was better suited to the glare of the winter sun off snow, ice, and the gleaming Capitol buildings. She had a full tray of options in front of her as she stood in front of the store’s mirror, and started to try each on. She was so caught up in herself, she didn’t notice who else had entered the store, or why the employees were suddenly not fussing over her anymore. When she felt someone passing by, she assumed it was an employee and turned to face them. “What do you think of these?”

@huntedhunter​

[surya-mirga]

Surya had a binder in hand as she settled into a comfortable seat on the train. A binder full of security and aesthetic transformations for her home in Eight’s Victor’s Village, all awaiting approval from the Capitol. After what had happened, she doubted the President’s people would be opposed to more surveillance and more locks outside her home. The maturity and reflection of the moment, however, was punctured when the doors slid open to reveal an unwelcome traveling companion. “Are there no other trains?” she asked, both to him and the universe.

@huntedhunter​

[taxidermymaster]

【Headcanon】

The Hunter cannot think at full capacity. He has no mental strenght for it. Why would he do that? It's hard and irritating and stupid and useless. He does not need to think for a job to be done. So he does not.

Most in his days he follows the same basic routine he's so familiar with. His body does things almost on its own while he dwells in blissful oblivion. Any small change is annoying because he needs to wake up from his slumber and deal with whatever is disturbing his peace... When something completely out of order happens he tends to panic and lose control, giving in to a fight or flight instict. This often leads him into stupid situations, easily avoided if he paid a little more attention to what he's doing and why.

When he thinks, his thoughts are not fully formed and not clear even to him, as his feelings. He can distinguish separate passages of his thoughts and opinions, but they disperse as quickly as they form. When he does have moments of clarity and can sort out whatever is going on in his head, his mind frighten him.

Sometimes it feels like there is a hole in his head where all his consciousness is slipping away.

[islasayala]

˙ ˖ ✶ hunter

"Just for little old me? Hunter, we are never beating the allegations," She remarked with a laugh as she rolled her eyes. Their friendship was one where she felt she could truly be herself and he'd never judge her for it. Hunter was someone who would always feel like home to her. "You can't be saying those things, you know how red I get," Isla protested as her face went 50 shades of red. "Sort of not really, more like I just had my first one night stand so your girl is no longer a virgin. Can't say I didn't enjoy it cause now...I have to admit it's all I've been thinking about. I feel like a guy, I swear." she laughed. "I shouldn't be surprised you truly are just hot to go at all times, but let's not let you get a big head."

"I try, just for you." Hunter smiled back at her. It was too easy to be in a good mood around someone like Isla, and he was actually willing to admit that he treasured their friendship so much. It was rare of him to trust someone like he trusted Isla, after all. "You." He teased her back playfully. "You look like you've met someone though. Who was that smile for? Tell everything." It would've been sarcastic if he wasn't genuinely curious. After ordering the food for the two of them, he focused back on the woman. "Of course I do. You're saying that as if it's a surprise."

[askhunterclaringtonofficial]

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[marcelloderosa]

who: @hunter-rockwell​ when: during graduation ceremony. where: rooftop.

At first, hearing that Hunter’s father wasn’t actually his father satisfied Marcello. It was as if the higher forces had some role in the turn of events, solidifying Marcello’s innocence and Hunter’s guilt in their recent circumstances. It wasn’t like the boy had killed anyone, and while he couldn’t control the nefarious acts of his mother, it seemed fitting that he’d suffer after taunting Marcello in their last interaction. Still, his eyes had glanced up at the last second to notice the boy running away from the ceremony. Marcello attempted to stay focused on the conversation his family was having with another one of the aristocratic families, but his mind kept falling back to were Hunter could have possibly gone. Eventually, he politely dismissed himself and followed after Hunter, quickly realizing once he reached the halls he wouldn’t be able to catch up to him. His hands buried into his pockets, leaning against the wall as he thought about where he might have escaped to. Marcello found himself walking toward the entrance of the rooftop, one of their frequent hangout spots before they had stopped talking altogether. The heavy door swung open to reveal the blonde boy seated and staring off into the distance, Marcello quietly moving onto the rooftop as the door closed behind him. “Hey,” he greeted coolly, walking slowly toward the lawn chair seated beside him. Marcello threw a glance at Hunter, studying his expression for only a second before turning his attention back ahead of him. He pulled out his cigarette pack from his coat pocket, shoving one in his mouth before grabbing his lighter and lighting it. He puffed leisurely at it before reaching it out toward Hunter. “I had a feeling I’d find you here,” Marcello said with a small smirk, trying to play nice despite their tension with each other.