#h(a)unted

[citizenstarlight]

        “Would it kill you to smile?” Annie squeezes Butcher’s hand as they enter the bar, “Can’t we at least pretend to be a normal twosome for a few hours?” Even if the Supe hater and the former Supe sweetheart were anything but. "Drink a few beers, play some pool."

★ ╼ one-liner / mini starter call | @h-a-unted ( butcher )

[awkwardcourage]

👋 (from Butcher!)

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An undignified yelp quickly follows the sharp sound of a heavy palm cracking against a denim clad ass. Hughie whips around, face flushing, knowing exactly who it was because a) the office was empty aside from him and Butcher and b) nobody in the boys had their hands all over Hughie, aside from Butcher.

He tries to look affronted, even as a big grin threatens to spill over his face. "Can I help you with something?"

[spectrophobias]

@h-a-unted asked: "Hey, Caleb... I hope it's not weird to ask, but..." He fidgets a little, something he tries to break out of when he notices, placing hands on his back. "What's your biggest fear?"

it's something caleb tries not to think about too much, his fears. he's always had more of them more of them than his grandparents had seemed to find becoming of a young man, but over the last few years, his nerves have gotten to be especially frayed. how much longer can his family hold out before this all comes crashing down on them?

he hesitates, knowing there isn't really an honest or straightforward answer he can give. how can he explain his fears without dumping years' worth of worries, arguments, hurt. he can't admit to all that.

"i guess... i guess it would be something happening to my sister." he finally answers, chewing at a bit of the skin on his thumb. it's vague, but it's wholly the truth: if anything ever happened to kaylee, he thought it might break him completely. he doesn't know what he would do.

"why? and what's yours?"

[talesofluke]

@h-a-unted LIKED this for a lyrical starter! [ (I just) died in your arms - Cutting Crew ]

"I keep looking for something I can't get.." He shook his head, as he gazed down at his hands. "Broken hearts lie all around me." It seemed like everyone around him was going through something catastrophic; and he wasn't sure how to help- how to not let it also swallow him up whole. "I don't see any easy way out of this."

[quarryhag]

@h-a-unted asked:

'how many fingers am i holding up?’ (from Travis)

"That's a trick question!" Dylan quipped, squinting at the mans hand. "Because thumbs are technically digits, and you've got two of them on that hand."

[walkswastes]

☢ ╼  DRINKING STARTERS ! | accepting

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞  (for Ophelia from Butcher) - @h-a-unted

          “Well ain’t ya’ in luck darlin’?” A coquettish smile played upon Ophelia’s lips. “Turnin’ bad times inta’ good ones just so happens ta’ be my specialty.” She seemed to shine even when dressed in wasteland dregs, and with her blonde tresses matted in blood. Lithe fingers took a cigarette from an old gold cigarette case, and offered him one. “Primm ain’t ta’ far from here. ‘Bout a half an hours walk n’ we can get into some mighty fine trouble.”

[schwarzwaldcr]

@h-a-unted || continued from [x]

If there was anything The Wolf hated more than satyrs right now, it was vortexes. And unfortunately, the stars had apparently aligned to give her both at once, a firm reminder as to why Guides worked in pairs.

She had been on her own in the Crags not too long ago by her measure, investigating a missing party of hunters from a nearby hamlet of Zoners when the satyr that had been haunting about the remains of a firepit decided at its own whims and wills that she was a threat. It bleated once at her, lowering its head in its goat-y nature to chase off the tall Guide when she came too close. It took some time to fend the territorial creature off and chase it back into the rocky outcrops nearby before continuing on her original task. Or, she'd thought she had scared it off until a few moments later when while checking over the side of one of the scraggly cliffs not far off, the creature returned to claim its space.

Journals would say that satyrs weren't vindictive and just acting in their typical nature.

Wulf would absolutely call that bullshit, if for this one individual alone.

She barely had time to spot the warp in reality below the cliff face when the beastly thing screamed at her and hit her full on in the back. This is why Guides work in pairs... kept playing in her head as a brief moment of ironic hindsight as the force of the mutant goat caused her to stumble in shock.

Right over the edge.

The first moments of weightlessness as she fell into open air caused her heart to catch in her throat, and the sensation of gravity taking hold was enough to make her choke. Before she had time to utter the necessary motto for a resurrection out of reflex, she hit the boundary of the vortex she'd seen mere moments earlier and felt rather than heard or saw the activation flash as the entry point disappeared behind her.

The human body was not meant for corridors through space-time. Such places took a toll on a person when they were intruded upon, and no matter how many times The Wolf had used vortexes and their winding back halls through the fabric of existences and realities, she could never desensitize herself to the twisting lack of gravity or the knotting of her innards at the feeling of it, the vulnerability of being unable to move with any bearing. However, even being flung as fast through the portal anomaly as she was, she didn't remember coming across the vast chamber she found herself suddenly tumbling aimlessly through.

The black disorienting familiarity gave way to a space of dynamic geometric structures with such a vibrant and angry red light as far as the eye could see, a roaring static that filled every corner of the expanse infiltrating her senses as soon as she passed the boundary into the room. It felt like claws burrowing into her head, disregarding all physical boundaries in an attempt to drive and anchor deeper and deeper into not just the folds of her brain but into the very being of who she was and always would be. Despite being unable to move of her own free will, she tried to push back against the intrusion, a stubborn force of her internal will grappling with whatever this was for the rights to her own headspace. The instinctive fight-or-flight she regularly ignored was heeded all too late here, and with no way to actually do either action to leave such a place, she did the next best thing.

She reached out, exhausted and on the verge of feeling like she was losing her sense of self to that saturated grumbling static red that hurt to look at and hurt to hear and hurt to feel.

The Wolf was proud and independent, as all good wolves should be. She rarely asked for help on such a scale. But such traits did nothing in this state, and amid the violation of her sense of self and the bleeding of her ears and nose at fighting back to die on her own terms, she forced a thought of distress to the one thing that might come to her aide.

She did not expect an answer in this place beyond Existence, but it came.

She should have known the Schwarzwald would answer any call from those it deemed its children, as an elder god was unbound by the boundaries and rules of reality, and it broke through into the expansive chamber with the deafening groaning of trees in a windstorm and the crumbling of whatever substance the landscape was made of. She did not look at whatever form it took, and it did not show her whatever form it took, whirling around out of sight when her prostrate body shifted direction. But she heard the fury in it as it roared after what it saw as a threat. The last thing she remembered, feeling the anchoring probes in her head finally give way and take the exhausting haze with it, was a pinprick of light like a beacon far off in the distance...

...And she returned to reality, like someone unfolded a piece of paper into a human being from thin air. How she remained upright was a miracle to herself, the reintroduction of gravity making her arsenal and effects clink almost clumsily back into existence, a dull thud as her boots hit the floor with the full force of her combined weight behind them, her knees locking in place to keep from falling over.

The exit point had placed her somewhere she was entirely unfamiliar with, the firm feeling of ground beneath her feet a relief. Of course, once her center of gravity returned, she felt her stomach turn. She ignored the sudden bout of nausea rising from her gut, reaching with a shaking hand to wipe her nose clean before finding her smoking case in her inner pocket before she was aware of a slightly more pressing matter. Someone was nearby...

As soon as she said her piece after a second of garbled noises she was sure was actually her first attempt at unscrambling her temporarily-damaged mindscape, she parsed out his reply. He sounded confused, much like how she felt now. That was completely expected, it wasn't every day a full human appeared from thin air for no reason.

"...I...I am going to sit down..." she finally mumbled out, unable to fully finish the thought as an alternate to screaming curses to the universe. Probably for the best, challenging forces bigger than her put her here in the first place.

It was followed by nothing short of a collapse, her legs turning to jelly, her entire mass flopping to the floor without ceremony or grace, a clatter of equipment accentuating the movement. The pipe was smoking, smelling of the sweet clove-soaked tobacco she loved so much. It enveloped her head, invaded her nostrils. Made her more sick to her stomach... A still-shaking hand placed the pipe nearby, both hands cradling her head as she listened to him.

All in all, he didn't seem like he was a bad person to manifest next to. There were considerably worse individuals, he seemed to be keeping his distance to just talk to her. A quirk on his vocal patterns that was genuinely concerned amid his own confusion at the situation.

"Just ... just keep talking to me...?"

Her voice was back to its borderline whispering volumes, still heard if barely behind her hands. But it had the tones of uncertainty, an unusual state for someone usually so sure of herself. Not that he'd know that, not yet.

"About anything. Just let me hear you."

She ignored the gurgling in her stomach, the ambient spin of the room as she tried to re-establish her corporeal balance. It would take a few moments more to realize reality had once more started for her.

God, I fucking hate vortexes...

[vihrago-a]

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[h-a-unted]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠… H-A-UNTED, an indie horror-focused (and a sprinkle of fantasy) multimuse blog featuring Travis Hackett from The Quarry and Billy Butcher from The Boys.

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[dragon-zena]

the creation and development of madena is so funny to me

[theircurse-archive4]

Me realizing that the five year anniversary of me RPing Yumeno is in less than a month. Like, that's so crazy.

[citizenstarlight]

[ txt : butcher ] 

[ txt : butcher ] almost done with the mission. not the same without you. we missed you. motel beds aren't the same without you taking up 90% of them. hows it going on your end?

★ ╼ texting starter ! @h-a-unted ( butcher )

[spectrophobias]

@h-a-unted asked: ❛❛ I’ve missed you so much… ❜❜ (Travis to Caleb!)

he knows none of them would have taken kaylee's death well, but of course they wouldn't. she's always been something special. it would to see his family grieve her, but at least it makes sense to him. caleb had never realized that they would mourn him like this before, and he feels stupid for it now. his uncles and his dad were good people, of course they had never been willing to just write him off. he should have been more grateful for it when he'd had the chance.

it's not like caleb had never thought about dying before. he'd thought about it maybe too much since everything had happened, feeling like it could have been the key to freeing his family. he was the real link between them and that kid, it had felt like an easy solution. what he hadn't expected was that his family would be so fucking sad. it was supposed to be a weight off their shoulders, not a whole new one.

"well, i ain't got nothin' but time now. you'll be sick of me soon, i expect." he jokes with a shrug of his shoulders, trying to lighten the mood. he's sure things have been miserable for travis and the rest of them, and he's not sure there's anything he can really do to fix it. just like the night caleb had been bitten, things had just gone south too damn fast. he hates that it ended like it did, when his family had given so much to try and help him and kaylee. he doesn't think anything will ever be able to take the bite out of that.

"thank you for never giving up on us." he adds on, much more softly. the first time he reaches for travis's shoulder, his hand passes through it, but when he focuses hard enough, he's able to give him an appreciative squeeze. "on me. you, bobby, and dad are the best family we could've asked for."

[inthememetime]

Fic Masterlist- I'll reblog every time I add a chapter or add a new WIP.

For all of these, feel free to interact with me about them! I may add/remove/change things based on your comments. Except maybe H(a)unted.

H(a)unted - AO3 link here. Summary: My most angsty/messed up fic ever! Are the Fentons Haunted? Or are the halfas Hunted?

Danny is shocked when he, his parents, and Jazz are taken to court by Vlad Masters in a custody battle. Ridiculous! Right?

Not as much as Danny would like to think. As the trial goes on, Danny discovers he and his sister aren't who or what they thought, that their parents are not as they seem, and Vlad, his enemy, may be their only shot at survival.

This story is told primarily through dialogue and epistolary storytelling as an experiment. Throughout the story, please expect body horror, illegal and nonconsensual experimentation on human beings, murder, and kidnapping. Mind the tags, please.

Darcy Lewis' Adventures Dating Dracula- AO3 link here. Summary: Follow Darcy Lewis and Vlad Masters as they start dating- and deal with everything from ghostly serial killers, the Things In Crybaby Creek, Politics, the Addams Family, and international spyassasins.

The Fantabulous Emancipation of Danny Phantom- AO3 link here. Summary: The Fenton family journeys to Gotham to get Jazz settled in her dorm at Gotham U. Things go a little sideways when Danny lets something ghostly slip, and his parents try to shoot the 'evil ghost' out of him.

Danny can't go home. But his sister's 18 and willing to rent a campus apartment, Gotham has a layer of ectoplasm so thick it's almost as good as Amity Park, and he's already made a new friend!

Harley was just going to get snacks for Bud & Lou, her hyenas. She did not mean to befriend a tourist, but the kid's almost as crazy as she is!

Join Danny and Harley in a journey of friendship, crime for good reasons, and kicking Vlad and the Joker's ass.

Jack, the DILF of Amity Park- AO3 link here. Summary: AU where Vlad doesn't lust over Maddie. No, he's obsessed with Jack, and since college (minus a 20 year gap), they've fought over the man's affections like two cats.

However, as Maddie would kill him in 2 seconds, tge shenanigans are more sitcom-esque competition, conolete with Danny begging for brain bleach multiple times, and Vlad realizing Jack isn't the only Fenton he's in love with.

Jack, of course, is completely oblivious to the fact his visiting very friendly people causes Vlad and Maddie to stalk him amd talk for once. Or is he?

Danny Phantom in Showghost!- AO3 link here. Summary: Tucker Foley was having a perfectly normal day- until he runs into Narrator, a ghost who is possibly as powerful as Clockwork or Ghostwriter. The problem isn't Narrator- they just want their book back.

No, the problem is the GIW. And the possibility that the town of Amity Park was sucked into a mini-universe outside of time. And, to add more problems to Tucker's day, he seems to be the only one who realises what's going on.

"We are on a timeline, though," Narrator said cheerfully.

"What?! When were you gonna tell me that?!"

They scowled. "Those idiots in white broke my book. If we don't wake everyone up before we run out of pages, everyone dies here."

Not Broken, Just Bent- AO3 link here. Summary: The sequel to Vlad & The Accidental Family Acquisition and Darcy Lewis' Adventures Dating Dracula, NBJB is a Jazz-centric fic about growing up asexual, and the trials and tribulations of being asexual in a very sexual culture. On hiatus until DLADD is complete.

Pending fics (planned, but not written yet, or in draft stage) will be added in reblogs.

Questions about the fics, suggestions, or just have aome ideas? Hit that ask button or ask me in the comments!

[commabarbara]

@h-a-unted said: "Why does morning come every day?!" (From Emma!)

❛ You know, I used to love mornings. I used to wake up feeling wonderful and perfect, like nothing could go wrong. Now, I’m starting to understand where you’re coming from. Waking up is so hard some days. ❜

[secretbreach]

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