#hunter interaction

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

(hunter kicks the medbay doors open. she stands there, looking incredibly disheveled and completely miserable, with the belly of her shirt soaked in blood.)

"oi doc, you've done uterus removals and all that before, right? can i have mine taken out too. you can do whatever ya want with the fucker afterwards, just get it out of me before i cut myself open."

(she scratches at her neck, growling.)

"speaking of... i uh, might've already tried. stopped before i went too deep because i realised you can probably do it a lot safer. so... you got a good guideline, i guess."

- @mentally-unstable-hunter

[He looked Hunter up and down, grimacing.]

You did not do a sehr gut job. But, ja, I can. Take a seat on zhe operation table. I von’t pour acid on you like I did Gunner, aha.

[kleptomaniask]

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[blacktiespy]

hunter walks along the mine's corridor, small flashlight in hand. her boots crunch the gravel under them softly as her fingertips slowly drag along the dusty leftside wall. silent except for her footsteps, and the quiet, repeated chant under her breath of the instructions. she stops in her tracks and falls silent once she feels a shift in the rocks. the slightest imperfection.

clicking on the flashlight, she finds the outline of the false wall. just like she said. she presses on it. it gives and cracks ajar. unsheathing her knife, she pushes the door open and shines the light through.

- @thebubblybutcher

[As soon as the door opens, a few things happen - first, what little light was originally in the room shuts off, extinguished. Then, quiet - but not quiet enough, she hears footsteps, just beyond her light, then the sound of something above creaking with someone's weight. Then, finally, the dim lights come on again - and the door closes to snap the rope holding up a net.]

[Someone's trying to give himself a head start.]

[The space itself is strange - curtained mirrors replace every wall. A makeshift desk with newspaper clippings and maps is pressed against one, a bed on the other.. far too extravagant, however, for the rest. A few stolen paintings on the walls echo Kat's style - but is far more organized. It's clear where she got it from. She can hear him in an adjacent room.. one wall must be false.]

[itsajobnotamentalsickness]

(jumping up and down)

CAN I PET GLEEP GNORP ??

-@mentally-unstable-hunter

If you're gentle and he allows it then sure. I'll let ya.

It's more gleepgnorps choice.

[sharpshootinblues]

(hunter enters the blu sniper's camper and stands there holding a croaking bucket. she grins ear to ear and dumps the bucket, unleashing a small army of frogs within his camper.)

"mazel tov!! :D"

@thebubblybutcher

Eh?- CRIKEY! What the bloody ‘ell is this for?! Get ‘em out!

[mann-cohenchman]

"huhm... i wonder what's in the box. organs? i could use a few extra. :)"

she approaches him with her knife drawn, eyeing the tape.

@thebubblybutcher

Oh my gad. Please leave me alone. Please. Do not.

(6/8)

[wombpala]

u guys don't fuck with soulless sam the way I do like that is my princess. oh the clean mechanical precision oh the animal boredom. I love his confused artificial attempts at gentleness. he's asking too many questions he's making everyone uncomfortable he literally cannot lose an argument bc his masculine rationality points are maxed out. and he humiliates everyone just by doing what they tell him to like he's soooo good at playing his role it breaks the game. bitches hate me bc I shattered the facade. it's more than just 'sam but evil' it's an earnest attempt to reconstruct the patterns of empathy without context. he only starts to thrash when he realizes it'll never be enough. and it does genuinely break my heart watching him beg dean not to shove his soul back in. 'dean doesn't care about me. he just cares abt his little brother Sammy, burning in hell. he'll kill me to get that other guy back.' um THESIS. he's a fragment of a person fighting not 2b eaten by the whole. like any other animal he just wants to live.

[snarkspawn]

I really enjoy playing through tnp again like hi it's been a while

[ayellowapple]

Gon hugs redraw!

Bonus sketches ✨️✨️✨️

[sheerakk]

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

(hunter, once again, has appeared in the locked medbay without a sound. she's leaning on the counter next to the incubator.)

"thanks for sewing me up again! by the way, i'm the one that nicked yer dremel saw. sorry 'bout that. the latest fresh meat 'ad bones on 'im like a moose."

(she taps on the incubator's plastic top, cooing at the egg.)

"oi, how long until the li'le tyke is done bakin'? i wanna say hi already!!"

@mentally-unstable-hunter

Ah, ja, perhaps steer further from trouble zhan you currently are? You are like Engineer, und all he does is chop his limbs off like carrots vhen he feels like it.

Und no vorries, if you vant, you can keep zhat saw. I have a sehr large amount of all types of zhem.

[Finishing up and shoving box of appendages in the fridge, he stood up, walked over, and leaned over the incubator.]

Hmm. Soon. Vant to take it out and see if it vill shake? It should be avound zhat time.

[kleptomaniask]

a faint smell has suddenly carried into kat's room. metallic and musky, familar, but milder. hands plant on her shoulders from behind. they're familar too, thin, rough, warm as freezerburn. cleaner than usual.

"boo." hunter leans forward and rasps in her ear. she giggles, grinning at her playfully. her visit is random, and at an odd time, she usually liked to be alone for a while right after battle. she doesn't seem to have anything for her either. strange.

Kat has been... preoccupied. Her eyes have been low, her hands have been shaky - and she's been acting odd throughout the last few fights. She tenses first, but relaxes when she remembers who it is. She turns, quickly, to face her, and smiles, but Hunter can tell that she's more tired than usual.

"It's you." She sighs, relieved. "I'm really glad to see you. I.. you were really great out there," she blushes. She's steps a little closer to Hunter, and Hunter can hear her heart beating, fast, but slowing down as she stares at her. "I'm.. um.. I'm sorry I didn't do more today," she mutters quietly.

[crowberri]

[MHWilds] doodle dumpppp

[schlozo]

When you ask Eden why they kidnapped you

Degrees of Lewdity by Vrelnir

[kleptomaniask]

The burglar is sleeping above, in a twisted corner of the ventilation, with her gun still in her hand. She wakes up from a dreamless, pitch sleep, jolting up and banging her head. She recognizes the voice, and she's not all that far away from its source. She moves as quickly as she can, her mind catastrophizing as to what was going on - it could have been her, she thinks, and feels a little bit dizzy.

She's quicker and quieter than ever when she tamps down on the floor of Bo's room, making sure nobody was ruining the sanctum of the small, lightless room. She would've rather died than let Hunter get hurt because of her, she realized, but her anger finds no target, and it dies in her throat. A nightmare, she realizes, and eases only slightly.

"Bo?"

She looks at hunter, her eyes bright in the darkness, and she's at her side in less than a moment, concern clear on her face, kneeling at the side of her bed. She doesn't like watching her rip herself apart, but her eyes never leave the other - not for a moment. She's not sure what to say, or do - she doesn't want to risk hurting her, but she can't watch her any more. She reaches out and ghosts over her face, her neck, before her hand comes to touch the other's, taking it gently, keeping her from scratching at herself any more. She comes to sit on the bed, beside her. She doesn't like how exhausted her eyes look, how unfocused and woozy they are, the darkness underneath them.

"You're exhausted,"

Her voice has no pity, no hint of anything - just a statement, matter-of-fact and plain. She leans in closer to Hunter, her eyes still unadjusted. She realizes something, and a sharp pang of guilt and regret hit her all at once, making her want to pull her close and never let her go.

"...and you've been dealing with this for too long. Alone."

There's a certain upset in her voice, thinking about the other without sleep, without solace. She hates it.

it's the dead of night. the base is quiet. even the desert outside is asleep, aside from a few noctournal critters. all rest but one. one figure tosses and turns, murmuring and muttering unintelligible things under her breath. blanket tangled between her legs, half shucked off as she's sweating far too much for it, yet she shivers exposed to the chilled air of the cellar.

she shoots up screaming. a guttural, inhuman sound that rips violently from her throat. the cold concrete walls merely absorb the noise. the twisted metal of the broken open vent that hangs above is the only thing that rattles in sympathy. she hyperventilates as her eyes dart around in the darkness, woozy from vertigo, vaguely taking in the dark surroundings. no padded walls. no fluorescent lights. no white. the panic is replaced with a vapid emptiness that sucks out what little is left of her rotted insides. she brings her knees to her chest. her hands come up to entwine and tug at the tangled, dark mop on her head in an attempt to stop the unbearable noise of her own heart pounding in her ears, though the sting of ripping out her hair does a shoddy job of distracting her. it burns behind her eyes. maggots squirm in her flesh, chewing on muscle greedily, feeding on grey matter. rising bilse stings her throat. she manages to keep it down. a metallic taste coats her tongue. she's failed to realise she's once again bitten through her lip.

her eyes fixate directly in front of her at a far wall. the weight of her lack of rest bounds down on her body like a lead blanket, heavy, heavy. her breathing is ragged and slightly choked, feeling as if her lungs are filled with fluid as she brings her nails to her neck in a desperate bid to soothe herself. it doesn't work. it hasn't worked in a long time. still, she scratches like there are worms writhing beneath her skin. she can't bring herself to stop, even as scabs rip and blood trickles and she loses all her minuscule progress. it's too hard to breathe.

this was far from the first time, and wouldn't be the last. it never got any easier.

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY