#child hunter my beloved

[elleniemae]

“OH! Leave everyone at the top of a mountain, and see who makes it back to the bottom alive! Ohoho… classic!”

~Hunter

I’m so normal about this line in ASiaS… so normal

[anglerflsh]

blind-man's-buff

[childlikegoblinqueen]

he got a kiss‼️

He got a kiss!!!!!

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

okay so the lovely @kybercrystals94 has let me proof-read their WIP Cadet Batch AU fic and I have Unexpected Feelings

Something clicked as I was reading...

The Batch are Gifted Children.

Do you know what one of the problems with Gifted Children is?

They don't know how to fail.

The Batch are fantastic the whole time they're on top. 100% mission success rate, able to handle anything

Then Order 66 and the Empire happens, and suddenly the world they are so used to excelling in has changed. And when they are used to succeeding so easily, every little failure, every mission gone not-quite-right, seems absolutely world-ending.

Echo is different. Echo came from Domino Squad. He knew what failure was like. He knew what it was like to work and try and still fail and then work harder and try again to eventually succeed. Echo has a different mind-set to the rest of the Batch (and we could go on a whole tangent about closed vs growth mindsets here if we wanted to)

I know people have talked plenty about how the Batch falls apart after Echo leaves. How Tech and Wrecker squabble and Hunter can barely wrangle them. I know people have talked about how Hunter becomes paralysed by indecision, so afraid of making the wrong call he stops making command calls at all.

But it just throws a whole new light on it when you look at the Batch as Burned Out Gifted Children.

They never learned to deal with adversity. Oh they knew how to fight. But not real adversity, not how to cope with things that were outside their very clearly defined Strong Suits without going to pieces the first time things don't go right.

(I feel like I ought to go back and have another look at Omega as I feel like she probably has a healthier mindset than the rest of the Batch)

Anyway I've run out of thoughts for now but I have Feelings about this and I'm not sure what to do with them

[thousand-winters]

I adore Darius and Hunter, of course, but I love how Dadrius opens the floor for the fascinating dynamic of Eberwolf and Hunter.

Eberwolf, the encourager of making silly animal sounds and imitating paws with your hands. He can barely reach Hunter's waist but he's his other parent, height is irrelevant. They WILL be very gentle through Hunter's panic attacks and like a couple of hours later tell him it's fine if he feels like clawing at furniture for recreational reasons. He will take Hunter to roll around in dirt in the garden so Hunter can mark off another childhood experience with less cult activities and trauma than he did before. He's Hunter's partner in crime while Darius looks at them in vague disapproval. They're also the one telling Hunter AND Darius to get their shit together sometimes as the sole emotionally stable person in that house. Hunter can feel them curl up near him when he's having such a bad moment he can't even get up from bed.

They're everything to me, do you understand? Do you understand the vision?

[sapphic--kiwi]

some hunters I redrew from labyrinth runners (feat. Gus, Willow, and Flapjack my beloveds 💙✨)

[theaceofarrows]

This is absolutely how basic training went

Scout 1: [looking at tiny 8 year Hunter] Man, I can't believe they let that kid be here. He's gonna get torn to shreds in the mountain trial

Scout 2: Oh, him? The little guy? Nah, he'll be fine. In fact, I've seen him take down some pretty big guys

Scout 1: What?! How?! He's like two three feet tall. What could he possibly do?

Scout 2: He's a biter

Scout 1: A... biter?

Scout 2: Yep, he bites 'em. I've seen him take out chunks of people's arms [shudders]

Tiny Hunter: [trips on his too big cloak and falls down]

[seaotter-pop]

If you needed anymore proof that Camila has been helping Hunter:

Just look at him being comfortable with a hand on his shoulder, not tensing up of flinching. I was so happy to see this scene, and the progress he’s made in a healthy environment!

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Ghost?

TWs: Child abuse, dehumanization(?). hi i didnt forget about my boy whatre you talking about finally managed to write something :) i barely checked this over so it isnt the best but its mine so :D

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

I sat behind the boxes again. Jake said I shouldn’t have to hide like that, but Jake isn’t here and he can’t do anything anyways. Jake is nice, though, ‘cus he always gives me candies at the library. And sometimes he- oh no. 

“Jaxton. Get over here. Now.” Mr. Anderson snapped, standing at the top of the basement stairs. I slowly unhid myself, and walked up the stairs. I didn’t speak, cus last time he got really really mad and made me wear a bark collar. I still can’t talk without flinching.

“Why did the school call me.” It wasn’t a question. I didn’t look at him, already feeling numb. Hopefully he’ll just lock me out again, anything is better than the freezer. Well, except maybe the doghouse, if he chains me up again. That was the worst week.

“.....sorry, sir….” I mumbled eventually, when Mr. Anderson started doing that weird foot-tapping and heavy breathing thing he always did when he was angry. He scoffed, before shoving me back and pointing down the stairs. I felt numb and distant already, as he pointed at the freezer. “Get your pathetic ass in there.” He shoved me again, and I nearly fell down the stairs. I could hear his footsteps behind me, before Mrs. Anderson called out.

“No, no, dear. I called the repair men over, remember? Put him in his doghouse, or the attic.” I stared at the floor. Maybe I’ll get the attic? Please?

“Darling, we had to get rid of the doghouse last week. And he is far too loud for the attic, the bastard will do something for attention. You know how he is.” I glanced up at Mr. Anderson, starting to feel hopeful. I ignored Mrs. Anderson’s reply, waiting to be told to go outside. They only ever let me out of the house for school, and…. Er. Anyways, I get to go outside now! They don’t trust me in the house while other people are over, unless I’m in the freezer or wearing the collar. But the collar is gone now, cus I buried it at the park, so they gotta let me outside! 

Mr. Anderson shoved me for the third time, towards the front door. I stumbled up the stairs, running out of the house as fast as I could. I ran to the library, knowing Jake would be there. He’s always there.

“Jesus, runt! What’s up with you, huh?” He yelled out, standing just in front of the library. I smiled awkwardly at him, shrugging. Talking was still hard some days, but Jake said it’d get better, and Jake is always right. Kinda. Sometimes.

“Out, out of, of the house.” I mumbled, breathing heavily from the run. Talking was hard, and I always struggled to talk loud enough after the collar.

“They let you out today? That’s… Uh, nice. Say, the library just got more books, and Ms. Lydia said they have more snake books.” He smiled at me, and I smiled right back at the mention of snakes. Snakes are awesome, and cool, but not as cool as dragons. 

I flinched a little as he grabbed my wrist, but he was really soft and nice, so I didn’t pull away. I followed behind him, and he brought me to our normal spot, but this time it had a red bean bag chair. I flopped down into it, and Jake went over to talk to the library person. I hope the new books were more focused on snakes, though. One book was just about people, and why they cared about snakes, but the actual snake part was really small and not very fun. “Hey, buddy. You’re real quiet today. Well, quieter than normal. It’s like I have my own little ghost.” Jake was crouching next to me, when did he get there? And- wait.

“.....Ghost?” Ghost was nice, that was a nice name. Better than Jaxton, though. Jaxton was cool, but not as cool as Ghost. “That’s my name now.” I decided, and Jake just looked at me. He shook his head, before nodding and smiling at me again. Weird.

“Okay, then. They’re still unpacking the books, so we need to wait for a bit, buddy. But, I got a brand new coloring book for you, AND it has dragons.” He handed me a book and some colored pencils. I started flipping through the coloring book because dragons are awesome and cool and amazing and needed to be colored immediately. Jake just laughed and ruffled my hair before grabbing his book and sitting down next to me. 

I made sure my dragons were the most colorfullest things ever, cus dragons are the best and being just one color is boring and sad. Dragons are cool, but I don’t like hydras, because with their heads you can have lotsa friends, but only if you hurt the first friend, and that’s sad and mean. My favorite favorite dragon is Toothless, but I don’t like how normal he acts. Like, he was ‘sposed to be feral, and dragony, but he acts really human later on. I feel like Hiccup should’ve become more dragony, cus being a dragon is far better than being a human. But my favorite dragon that Hiccup petted was the speedstingers, cus they look like velociraptors from Jurassic park and that’s really really cool.

“Buddy, you doing good? You know, the name ‘Ghost’ is starting to fit you more and more, bud. C’mon, talk to me.” I huffed, pouting at Jake but he pulled my coloring book away and I had to throw a pencil at him for that crime. “Uh, hi. I was-” I flinched, breath hitching as I grabbed at my throat. Jake just hummed, patting my knee gently. I rubbed at my neck, not feeling the collar and sighing a little. “Was coloring my, er, dra-gons.” My voice cracked and I wasn’t able to talk louder than a whisper, but I was talking, and that was nice. Talking was really hard, especially when someone made me do it. But Jake was nice, and he never yelled at me, or made me speak louder, or told me to shut up, so he made it fun. 

“And, and there was a kitty. Wi-th my dragons, and that was nice.” I smiled at Jake, and he smiled back at me and ruffled my hair again. I liked it when he ruffled my hair, it felt nice and he never yanked like the other kids at school, and he was always really soft and nice and just really cool. I wanted to talk more, but my throat hurt and I was tired and talking was hard. I shook my head, and Jake sighed before giving me my lollipop, and it was chocolate which was the best flavour. 

“Okay, buddy. Guess you’ll just be my little shadow today, huh? My very own Ghost.” I nodded, and Jake smiled again. He smiled a lot, and always had snacks or bandaids on him which was nice, and he always made sure to help me with my homework if it was too hard. He was really good at math, since he was a junior, and he made math easy to do.

Jake gave me back my coloring book, and I started humming around my lollipop. I hurt my throat a little, but it was nice and Jake gave me another lollipop for it so I kept at it. I liked making Jake happy, it’s easy and he never gets mad when I mess something up or don’t wanna do something. Jake is nice. He never forgets about me, and he even lets me play on his phone if I get really super bored. He said he’d help me get out of the house more often, too, but I dunno. No one ever cares about what happens in the house. I hope Jake doesn’t leave like the others did, when they found out about the house. Jake can’t leave me, though, he promised and even pinky sweared to stay. He won’t leave me behind.

[seakicker]

most dangerous/successful housewife snatchers RANKED

1) kaeya

2) ayato

3) childe

4) venti

5) thoma

[gwenthegigachad]

i drew hunter >:DDD

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Chapter 71: Jitterbug (Feat. Drunk! Hunter, Drunk! Lilith, and more.)

Memory Gus had now joined Hunter on stage. “Come on, we’re getting you home, loverboy.” The shorter witch put an arm around his friend as another voice cut through the crowd. 

“LIAR! You’re a liar! Everyone knows it.” It hissed.

"I-I’m n-not.. That is …. I only… wanted.. "  Memory Hunter’s hands were shaking furiously. Memory Gus was desperately trying to pull him off of the stage, but Hunter shrugged him off as he began to play once more. 

A dark cloud appeared from above, swirling around in a counterclockwise motion. Sharp bolts of gray lightning flickered around him.

“Now THIS song goes out to all the haters..” Hunter began, “The haters who wanna tell me who ‘m s’poss’d ta be!...”

Thanks to @threegoblinart who helped me name the donut shop!

[crypticdesire]

lately my interest in cryptids has reemerged and i couldn’t resist sharing some things which i’ll put under the read more

i kinda love these cryptid keychains i made with air dry clay. i haven’t worked with clay in forever but i think they turned out ok! of course i had to make nessie (a childhood fav), fresno nightcrawler (the silliest of goofiest guys), and jackalope (a classic). and these prints i ordered from the shop knock thrice a while ago came at the perfect time for me to further indulge my fixation.

[evilminji]

Ya'll know our BELOVED? Little Baby Man?

The noodliest ghosty boy?

What if he WAS Baby? It wouldn't be the first time Danny's enemies plotting gave him offspring. Only this time it's not a clone! It's a proper GHOST baby. Like Lunch Box.

Who's the other parent I hear you ask?

Pretty human-centric view point there buddy, to assume Ghosts NEED two participants to make an offspring. OR are limited to two! Just cause Lunch Lady And Boxie are a couple doesn't mean that's the standard!

We lack data here! ASSUME NOTHING. *sciences harder in your direction*

*awkward cough*

*shuffles notes*

ANYWAY! The child! All it would really take is one(1) VERY poorly timed ambush attack. Imagine if you will, a cell. How does it multiply? While not even close, the simplistic images ARE pretty good as an explanation!

But isn't that just an ecto-clone? You say?

Close!

But THOSE? Are hollow bags of GOO!

No CORE! *slaps the chalkboard behind me*

However! If you wanted, say, a precious bundle off joy? Well, nothing can come from perfect void! You must contribute the building blocks of LIFE! And what are those, my students, in ghost biology??!

Two vital pieces! The Ectoplasm aaaaaaand? That's RIGHT!

The CORE!

A critical and ever vital part of ghost biological function.

Which, like every OTHER part of the body, is malleable. One could, say, make it smaller. Create part of a proto core. OR, should one be ALONE in this process, a FULL protocol.

Upon which, ectoplasm latches, builds, develops and grows. Becomes its own soul.

Now! Do Not mistake me! There is a WILDLY vast difference between the formation of a core and a shattered core. Between willing life and untimely second death. It is not, and never WILL be, easy to create the soul of a child. Tampering with your core is PAINFUL, dangerous, and leaves you WILDLY vulnerable.

There is a REASON Neverborn are so precious.

Buuuuut..... *pulls out a book labeled "Curses Though The Ages"* we must ALSO consider the famed Fenton Luck(tm).

Consider! Where would be the "safest" place to practice making clones of yourself? A place that's wide open. No one wearing white likely to take pot shots at you while your attention is divided in multiple places at once. No parents blowing up the basement at a delicate moment and leaving you trying to hide that extra arm for a week...

Maybe you forget... oh yeah... OTHER GHOSTS.

So there Danny floats. In the Zone. DISTRACTED. His core HUGE from all that recently Royal business as it tries to digest it. Feeling bloated. Trying to work off some energy, as it were. Then who should come along? Why, the universes BEST HUNTER of course! To say *gun powering up noise* :) HI :)

Like buddies DO.

Danny doesn't see him.

Danny is mid-split.

At his limit, honestly. Already made as many copies as he usually can. Is trying for ooooone moooooore..... when...

PAIN. Something cracks.

He loses concentration. Tries to curl in on himself.

Both 1.5 of him tries. He loses hold of the "clone's" Ecto. Somethings free floating leaving his chest along with it. Behind him, Skulker is freaking out. That was MEANT to be on opening volley. A gentle little "hey, come fight me". That crack sounded SERIOUS.

Danny can't breathe. It's like the portal all over again. He curls tighter and tighter. Feels the crown, which was not THERE until this moment, press down tight and gripping onto his head. Thrumming. And then... something feels like a muscle releasing.

His core is... smaller? He'd been watching its progress, it couldn't have digest so fast... how did it lose so much... mass...

Danny feels all the blood drain from his face.

He nearly died.

Again.

His... his soul... WHERE IS HIS SOUL?? That's a piece of him! A part of his SOU-!

He spins around... only to meet the eyes off a blearly blinking, noodlish, cartoon like gremlin with his color scheme. Who's floating along like they're in zero-g. Just... drifting in a slow circle.

They yawn at him with a mouth full of teeny tiny baby fangs. Then chirp.

That's his Son. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know WHY, but he somehow instinctively... just... KNOWS?

They blep.

Danny looks a Skulker. His eyes hold MURDER.

"You're paying child support."

"......yes sir."

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

[thegreatclover]

who is your favorite oc??

oooh that's a good one! my favorite oc is my child Asher Kalpana (he/they/she) he is baby (16) also due to him being my favorite , they are also the one that i make suffer the most if anyone has any suggestions on how to improve my ocs it would be VERY appreciated

[blues824]

For the Christmas ask, may I please request Malleus and prompt 30? 🙏

You requested: “Baby, It’s Cold Outside…” from the Fluffcember Prompt List

Malleus Draconia

Despite being the future king of the great nation of Briar Valley, he really knew how to humble himself for you, his beloved Child of Man. For example, right now. You were currently wrapped up in the arms of your lover as he was refusing to let you go, pouting a bit like a child.

“Tsunotarou, I need to go back to Ramshackle! Grim is probably hungry!!” You were definitely struggling, but it was all in vain.

“He can fend for himself. Felines have a history of being hunters.” Clearly, he did not know Grim that well.

“I have homework!”

“I can help you.”

“I’m hungry!”

“We have food.”

“Your tamagotchi is hungry!” That caused a bit of a distraction, and you were able to slip from him and make a run for it. You got close… if only the large door wasn’t closed for the night. Then, you were scooped up into familiar arms, and you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Are you really trying to leave me, darling?”

“I’m not trying to leave you, Malleus. I just want to go back to Ramshackle because I have someone I need to take care of.”

“But it’s too frigid outside. It is snowing, and you don’t have nearly enough layers to keep warm. You’re better off here, Child of Man.”

“Malleus, look at me. I’m more than prepared enough to trudge through snow.” It was true. You had thermal wear underneath all of your clothes, and your boyfriend insisted upon buying out an entire winter wear store just for you to be warm. He even got snow boots for you.

“Just stay over for the night. I can have my knights go to your dormitory and bring Grim here if you are so concerned about his well-being.”

A few moments of silence passed over you both, save for him carrying you to his room, placing you gently on his bed, and laying next to you. However, you turned away from him, still a bit angry and annoyed.

This little facade of yours only lasted a few seconds, though, because he started pressing gentle and fleeting kisses on your neck, trailing down your arm, and down to your fingertips as he held your hand in his.

“I apologize, darling, but I don’t want you to get sick.”

You turned over, facing him and placing a kiss on his lips.

“It’s alright, Tsunotarou. I know that you’re just doing what’s best for me.”