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Reb Brown as Yor, the Hunter from the Future (1983)

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Yor, Hunter from the Future (1983)

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Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader Fluff

She loves to cook, but she rarely had anyone to cook for. As an avenger, some of the more sexist shield members would mutter that, of course, the only female avenger would be doing the domestic duties - but woe to them if she ever heard them speak about it. Still, she’d cook for them sometimes anyway. Clint and Thor were always hungry, and she was worried that Bruce and Tony weren’t eating enough. For Steve she wanted him to have the warmth and comfort of a home-cooked meal, something that Steve rarely enjoyed growing up.

However, because of her concerns about how she was perceived, she limited herself to when or how often she cooked. For you, it was a different story. She loved experimenting with various recipes. She’ll teach you how to make your favorites and encourage you to try new recipes she found on the internet or during her travels.

Call it stereotypical, but she is still connected to her Russian roots in some ways and loves Russian food. She hopes she can share it with you but is admittedly shy about sharing that part of her with you. The minute you reassure her that you’re genuinely interested, you’ll be rewarded with the softest and shyest grins.

Still enjoys riding her bike from childhood and would love for you to come along. She insists on teaching you if you don’t know how to ride a bike. If you don’t want to ride bikes, she’d at least like you to go on a motorcycle ride with her with your arms around her waist.

She loves to paint and has always been fascinated by art, but it was Steve who taught her to truly appreciate art and privately encouraged her to take up painting. She is quite talented but reluctant to show you her work.

She loves cheesy B movies—aka movies that were usually filmed between the 30s and 70s, often with monsters and horrible actors—but there were exceptions. The Dark and Stormy Night, Yor, the Hunter from the Future, and The Haunted Palace are a few of her favorites.

She enjoys her time alone in the shower and rarely takes baths, but when she does, she always wants you to join her so you can cuddle in the bath together. She loves the intimacy and closeness of it.

One of her weaknesses is attending the fair or a festival with you. She had great memories of going with her “adopted” family, and it’s nostalgic for her. Be prepared for Natasha to win you all sorts of prizes, as she somehow just happens to win quite a few of the rigged games. You’re not sure how she does it, but you love her smug look to the bewildered carnies.

Natasha usually sleeps in a tank top and pajama pants. On some nights, she loves to bring out the silk pajamas. It’s a special treat for her. She also bought you a pair once and gets girlishly excited when you match.

18+ underneath

She prefers to top. Sex has been used in all sorts of situations, especially in espionage. However, she reclaimed her body and her agency. She loves taking care of you. She feels like she’s doing something worthwhile. However, the day she bottoms is both sweet and intimate, as well as being a bit of an emotional experience as Natasha finally lets go.

Natasha knows how beautiful and sexy she is, but she doesn’t care about that - she only cares about you and what you think. She puts in a certain amount of effort, not because she has to, but because she wants to. Nat wants you to enjoy the lacy bra and stockings, the leather corset, or the sheer nightgown. She is very independent, but making you happy and surprising you in the bedroom brings her joy.

One of her favorite parts of sex is the aftercare, where you two can just take in the post-orgasm bliss - the glow as you come down from your highs. She looks at you with astounding softness as she plays with your hair and kisses your forehead…but there’s also a hint of pride as she teases how she tired you out.

[theactioneer]

Yor, the Hunter from the Future (Antonio Margheriti, 1983)

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Destiny One-Shot: Schrodinger’s Warlock

I read the lore about Praedyth and the first VOG Fire Team. I had a brain wave. I’m not sorry.

Generic Warning: Didn’t proof read. No beta reader. I’m sorry if there’s typos and stuff. I wrote this mostly in one go late at night.

Shroedinger’s Warlock

He knew time in the Vault didn’t follow the rules as time in hundreds of timelines simulated by the Vex. Here, it all happened at once, in simultaneous play. Out there, while that remained true, they were discrete and different and he had kept track of them for Traveler only knew how long. Why or how the Vex had kept him alive without his Ghost and kept him from a similar fate to Kabr...well he didn’t want to try and contemplate that. Not now. Not when his salvation and escape from this hell was so close.

Something about this Fireteam, these six guardians who stole into the Vault and had fought their way to one of his thousand skeletons, was different. They’d taken refuge in the small room while the Gorgon Harpies patrolled the maze. Quietly studying the records and maps of the countless other excursions who’d come to slay Atheon. They passed cantees between them, water and food carefully rationed to ensure they could make it through. 

He could have killed for a bit of one of those terrible hardtacks but dared not approach. 

Parallelling his thoughts, one of the Warlocks - an Awoken Woman - sighed, “I’d kill for caffeine.” 

The shorter of the two Titans elbowed her, “When we get out of here, more than coffee is on me.”

“We made it this far,” yawned a hunter, he stretched until his spine popped. 

The others murmured in agreement - another warlock, titan, and hunter respectively. He could just hear the hum of their Ghosts as they unfolded from Transmat to heal their wounds. He missed his ghost, her questions about his research and motherly nagging about his health and safety.  One of the little Traveler born drones announced, “The temporal markers are all still synced up. Everything is in the green.”

“Good,” the taller Titan nodded. “Five minutes everyone, then we move out.”

Another round of agreeing murmurs. The female Hunter put her hand over what had been his in another timeline. She whispered, pulling her helmet on, “Eyes up Praedyth.” 

They knew! He didn’t know what but he knew! None of the other Fireteams over the uncountable years here had ever said his name over any of his bones. Not one! He was an unacknowledged ghost wandering this purgatory. 

Something had changed, it was different and the Vex hadn’t been able to predict it! He could have laughed, sang even if he hadn’t been so terrified that doing more than watch would result in this Fireteam’s deaths. That it wouldn’t result in someone else being trapped here with him - a fate he wished on no one. Perhaps more so than he wished none of them to face Kabr’s fate. At least Pahanin had gotten out. He was free.  

So long down here, he knew the route. Stay close to the right hand wall. Spiral down. Don't look at the Gorgons and keep as much distance as possible from them. Careful to go down into the dark, the deep, across the cavern and to the central chamber where the Gatekeeper and then Atheon lay in wait. Stay outside the door til after the Six Guardians enter. Then up the right hand side of the wall along what looked like little more than pock marks in the way. Grips he’d carved as he’d tried desperately to sneak past the vex and out to freedom. 

Up along the door, just shy of where the ceiling dropped down, there was a crack in the stone that he’d be able to squeeze through, to hide where he’d be out of sight. Time’s Conflux wouldn’t send him to what he’d heard others call Mars or Venus; though which Mars and Venus was up for intense debate. 

For a moment, as grenades flew and ammo bricks were passed between teammates, he could see the others, his old team. The shorter Titan leapt up on what was the Martian control Plate and threw his barricade up. A rift went down a few seconds later and the warlock, back to back with him, dropped an arc grenade into the sea of grounded Harpies. The thunder cracked and each of the little pseudo-robots shattered and broke across the stone.  

Then he saw it. The moment when a half dozen Guardians launched their most powerful attacks - Lightborne and weapon based - at Atheon. The giant Minotaur roared. It’s body groaned and crashed to his knees. The frame shuddered and the chamber holding its radiolarian fluid pooled around the metal. It crackled with the ghost of electricity. He hadn seen the giant beaten before but never like this. 

The Vex had not predicted these Guardians. 

Carefully, the six collected what weapons and gear they could find in the room as the gateway out of the Vault opened and the warm air of Venus filled the chamber. The grin on the shorter Titan’s face carried to his voice, “And, we are synced!”

“Wolf, we have a full count,” the second warlock, also a woman, was surprised. It was that giddy surprise that he recognized, like she hadn’t expected it to happen. 

“Full count. Seven by seven!”

The warlock whooped. Both hunters began searching the cavernous room more intently, careful to avoid the remaining pools of radiolarian fluid.

Seven? He’d only seen these six enter the Vault. Only seen their six Ghosts flit in and out of sight and safety. It couldn’t be Pahanin, no matter how badly he wanted to see his old friend again. He’d seen him fall to Dredgen Yor just like he’d seen Toland and Eris and all the others fall on the Moon. The Vex used their deaths as yet another way to torment him. Another way to study and learn from his reactions so they could better combat the Guardians. 

“He’s up here,” the tiny voice of a Ghost chirped. 

Swallowing, Praedyth pointed to himself. 

“Yes you, we came here to bring you home,” The little drone’s voice was filled with smiles. He bobbed and his shell spun with excitement. “Oh! You made it too! Excellent!” 

Praedyth looked to the left, following the Ghost’s shifting gaze. 

Just shy of where his hand would be if he expected his Ghost to appear. He could feel the familiar buzz of transmat. Reaching out, hand tingling,  and he felt the weight of a Ghost on his shoulders. It was a snap, the pop where she materialized in his full. A steel and amber painted shell and her bright blue iris, blinking as only a Ghost could. 

“I found you,” she cried, elated and overwhelmed and it sounded like she’d cry if she could. 

Hand wrapping around her shell gently, he pulled his Ghost to his chest. Not now. They could cry together later. They’d been lost together and now, not anymore. Of all the things he’d hoped for, finding her hadn’t been something he’d dared dream about any more than getting out of this hellscape. His lost little Spectre, she’d come back.

“Well, come on,” the other Ghost bobbed, nodding back down to the others. “It’s time to go.”

Afraid a Harpy would come for him, the Vault’s longest non-Vex resident pushed off from his perch, slowing his fall with a late jump. Once his feet hit the floor, he scrambled across the stone and metal floor. Stopping only when he was surrounded by the Fire Team, Spectre still clutched in his hand, pressed to his war torn breastplate. She hummed and he knew this was real. He knew this was real because it smelled real; the gun oil, the burned ozone, the charred metal, even the sweat. Then, like a pre-Golden Age freight train, the strange mix of smells that were the desert, jungle,  and beach that wafted through the open door and hit him. 

He whispered, “This is real.” 

Three hundred more steps and the sun warmed his bare face. Helmet long ago cannibalized for parts. Another fifty and the drop ship grabbed them up in transmat, all seven of them. His ghost hummed against his chest, she didn’t believe it either. Likely wouldn’t really believe it until they stood beneath the Traveler again. 

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The apartment the Warlock Vanguard, Ikora, had ushered him to was quiet. It looked out over the city and the gardens that were several levels below and for the first time, he didn’t feel trapped. 

There were half a dozen people he’d need to speak with in the coming days, most of them current and former Vanguard. That would be a problem for tomorrow, today he was going to rest and catch up with his Ghost. Tomorrow, Praedyth the Timelost, would decide what his future held. 

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Notes: I named his Ghost Spectre since YW is technically on this Fireteam and I can only keep Ghost’s named Ghost straight when I’m dealing with Drifter and YW.

[randomdeinonychus]

Day 25 of Hubrisween takes a look at YOR, THE HUNTER FROM THE FUTURE because it's YOR'S WORLD, HE'S THE MAAAAAN!

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Yor: The Hunter from the Future

It is before the dawn of time. Strange, savage beasts roam the earth, foraging for human flesh. Fierce tribesmen prey on the weak and innocent. Mystic sacrifices appease the gods. Yor (Reb Brown, Space Mutiny) is the mightiest warrior of his era. But his own past and true identity are shrouded in the mists of time. He knows he doesn't belong in this world, but his only clues to the fleeting memories of his past are the gold medallion around his neck and the beautiful priestess held prisoner in a forbidden city. Armed to the teeth, Yor sets off on a quest, ready to blast away all manner of terrifying creatures along the way.

Blu ray from Amazon

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“Yor: the Hunter from the Future”

[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

Would Yor from Yor, the Hunter from the Future become an avatar of the Extinction? (because he lives in a post-nuclear holocaust Earth)

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"Yor’s world, he’s the man"

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Cinematic Excrement: Episode 148 - Yor: The Hunter from the Future

Starring the one and only Reb Brown!

Next month, he looks at the film that won the Razzie for Worst Picture this year. If you don't know which movie that is, his reaction gives a clue.

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My Cave Babe Says Behave:  Corinne Clery as Ka-Laa in “Yor, The Hunter From The Future.”