#being hunted

[curiousmons]

Running through the woods, trying to hide from the heavy footsteps trailing after you but triggering a trap. It yanks you off your feet, dangling by a rope. Your chaser approaches with a deep chuckle and binds your wrists before caressing your sides and tasting your sweaty skin. They cut you down with their claws and sling you over their shoulder to return home with you. They're certain the chase will be worth it. You just became their prized possession.

#curiousmons #imagine #monster kink #monster fucker #monster fuqqer #being hunted #monster fantasy

[spookcataloger]

#distressing memes #monsters #creepypasta #late at night #being watched #being hunted #paranoia fuel #disturbing #spooky #creepy #no sleep #nightmare fuel

[self-written-god]

M | 1455 | mlm | werewolf/human, prey/predator, being hunted down as a form of foreplay | they don't have names bc I wanted to pretend it's not Steddie | it is | it was supposed to be a back to school fic too | pre-relationship, mutual pining if u squint

One of the students in the wobbly line tied his hair in preparation for the event. He has been anxious for the past few days but now as he looked around, it settled his nerves. Everyone was here for the same reason and didn’t look much more prepared than him. Meaning taking a shower, putting on shoes easy to run in, and a crop top he hoped exposed his midriff in an alluring way. 

Behind them - the Prey, the Hunters were huffing and puffing, claws digging into dirt, their hot breath too far away and yet so easy to imagine on his neck. 

It was his last year of college and he finally let his curiosity (and lust) get the best of him. For the first and last time, he was joining the Hunt Down - a ‘celebration of youth and new things to come’, brought by their monster peers. Read: fucking in the forest under the last full moon before school.

He’s been hesitant until the last moment, but this afternoon his roommate reminded him it was now or never. Not only because they were on their way to finishing college, but also because the faculty was doing their best to shut the celebration down.

So here he was - on the edge of campus grounds, where the picnic space was giving way to the local forest. His skin was itching in participation and the arousal was buzzing low in his belly.

He was almost ashamed to be here, almost being the crucial word. He was way past that point, he was on his last leg of college and if he felt like being hunted like a prey by a bunch of frat boys, then he had the right to do it. He grew as a man in the past few years. Because it took true balls to go from "fuck the jocks" to "fuck with the jocks".

One of them, especially. He was hoping the guy was one of the Hunters tonight, the rumors better be true or else he might red his way out of it. Yellow if the mood hits. He would be green all the way for him, though.

That he could be ashamed of; his infatuation with one of the frat guys. Granted, he was from one of the newer, more inclusive fraternities, but a fraternity nonetheless. With how painfully cliche it was, it helped that mingling with monsters was still frowned upon.

Because his frat boy crush was also a werewolf. 

The dark clouds had finally parted and the full moon, the last one of the summer, came into view above the trees. A cacophony of howls pierced the night sky - the hunt was on.

Too stunned to react, it took him a second to register the thunder of shoes and the giggles accompanying them. The Prey got a head start until the howling stopped. He scrambled to follow the other freaks (mostly giggling sorority girls) who found the idea of being hunted between the trees thrilling.

He knew he was an easy target. He’s been slacking at PE for as long as he could remember, and the terrain of squishy moss and fallen twigs decreased his abilities even more. It would be hellishly embarrassing if despite that nobody considered him worthy of hunting down. He was just some guy, a metalhead, among a group of pretty girls and even prettier boys. Who could he possibly appeal to? What kind of werewolf would sniff his weed and sweat drenched shirt and decide ‘this one’?

His thoughts and wheezes were so loud he hadn't noticed when the howls stopped. It might have been mere seconds or minutes ago but what he could be sure of was that the wolves were now in the forest with him.

He heard a scream to his left, a delighted one. To his right, slightly far away, a howl. And behind him, thunder of paws.

Behind him.

He wasn’t sure it was him the wolf was after, but his instincts kicked in regardless and he pushed his muscles to their limits. He knew they must be aching now, but he couldn't feel it. Tomorrow though, he probably won’t be able to use his legs at all.

Pinecones and twigs were cracking under his heavy boots, but it wasn’t about the stealth. It was about the thrill of running away from a predator that will do unimaginable things to you when you get caught. 

If you ask nicely, of course. A stoplight system was in place for the safety of participants.

He slipped on a patch of moss and the beast got closer, the hot breath on his back confirming that yes, he was after Eddie and nobody else. Zeroed on this twig of a human reeking of weed. There was a playful snap, cold wet nose brushing against his skin, and a tug on his loose top. The one he wore for the sole reason to be easier to catch, pull, and tug towards capture. Also getting your clothes torn on you sounded hot and he had millions of other Metallica shirts in his closet.

What did not sound hot was getting your face smashed in by a tree at a fuckfest. He had maybe a millisecond to flinch, before he was yanked backwards, away from the tree trunk. He collided with a mass of fur and muscle, stumbling to the forest ground in a tangle of limbs. 

He and his captor rolled across moss and twigs and when they stopped he couldn't help a short and nervous laugh that pushed out of him.

The werewolf's snout was in his hair, sniffing aggressively.

"Okay?"

The words sounded unnatural in the fanged mouth but they were understandable enough. He nodded despite the weird position he was in, sprawled on a big wolf.

"I'm fine."

The grasp on him tightened for millisecond. A reminder.

"For now."

Right. His breath stuttered and he suddenly could feel all the scorching hot points of contact. There were a lot of them considering the wolf took his fall.

He shifted, a pathetic attempt at putting distance between them, but a quick yank on his wrist was all it took to have him stumble back into the wolf's grasp. Without time to even struggle, he was flipped over a broad shoulder. His teeth bit hard into his lip and his thighs squeezed even harder. He wasn't ready to turn into a whining mess this early into the night. Being manhandled was a low blow.

But as enticing as the act was, the logistics of it weren't that pleasant. His body was shaken with each step and the hairy shoulder was digging into his hip bone. The swaying motion of his head forced him to close his eyes and focus on the heavy scent of sweaty fur and the soft tufts of it between his fingers.

Finally the blur of movement, trees and fur subsided and the world shifted, his wobbly legs setting on an equally wobbly surface, promptly making him collapse. The wobbly surface turned out to be a patch of moss. He ran his fingers through it, damp and soft. Suspiciously soft. He twisted around, caressing it with his hand before looking up with poorly contained curiosity.

"Did you prepare a den?"

The wolf huffed and while the snout wasn't very expressive, there was something in his movements obvious enough to be read as sheepish.

"You did!" The smirk was now on full blast, he couldn't help himself. He spread himself on the makeshift bedding while cooing: "Is the big bad wolf secretly a softie? Wanted his prey comfortable for the main event?"

The wolf growled, a warning, but he was having too much fun teasing a literal beast hovering over him, his heart thudding in his chest, thighs spreading subconsciously just a bit more.

"Did you come here in the morning with a rake, found the fluffiest moss blanket and cleaned it up for me? Awww that's so sweet of you. Such a good puppy."

The tail behind the werewolf twitched while his thighs tensed like it took everything from the beast not to start wagging it. But before he could make a comment about that, the wolf decided he had enough of his teasing and dropped on top of him, caging him between his huge arms. It growled right in his face and his brain took an embarrassingly long moment to decipher it as a word. A question.

"Color?"

He let out a breath, relaxing into the mossy bed set up for whatever the wolf had planned for him. His fingers traced the paws resting next to his head, the sharp claws, soft fur and strong muscles beneath.

"Green, puppy."

#monsterlovetober2023 #steddie #i just dont say it out loud but we all know this #werewolf steve harrington #my beloved #monster lover #monster romance #monsterfucker #being hunted #monster kink #steve x eddie #werewolf x human #kinktober #spooktober #human/monster romance #human/werewolf #jock x nerd #writeblr #writing prompt #original work #but its cryptosteddie #modern fantasy #fantasy romance #mlm #monster fucker #monstober #monstertober #writober #idk #gay

[darkthingshappen]

The Merry Whump of May, Day 5

“Do unto others as you would bla bla bla...”

Bow and Arrow

Stalking

Cavern

@themerrywhumpofmay

Thanks again to my always whumperful crew. @sparrowsage @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself and @oddsconvert for the fantastic beta job on today's entry.

Warnings: Human's as prey, Human's being hunted, death of a minor character, vacation gone wrong.

I swear I'm not copying The Most Dangerous Game, but, like... look at the prompt list, it write's itself.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.  It was supposed to be a vacation.  Darren was amazed at how quickly circumstances could change, his world flipped upside down in a heartbeat.  Less than 48 hours ago he’d set sail for his first ever deep sea fishing trip with his buddy Barrett.  They were celebrating Barrett’s 23rd birthday.  

Where was Barrett?  He hadn’t seen him in hours.  Had it been more than a day?  

They had landed on what was supposed to be an uninhabited island for some shore time and swimming.  They’d been there mere minutes when the captain of their sailing boat took an arrow to the neck.  Who the hell uses a bow and arrow?  Darren and Barret ran for the jungle not knowing where to find safety.  

“What the fuck was that?” Barrett cried as they crouched among a thicket of tropical ferns.  Barrett kept trying to wipe the captain’s blood from his face.  His position relative to the captain meant he’s been covered in the sticky spurts.  The red blood was at odds with Barrett’s pale complexion.  

Darren clamped his bronze colored hand over Barrett’s mouth as their stalker wandered past them.  

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but we’re getting off this island,” Darren whispered in Barrett’s ear.  “We just have to elude him long enough for someone to figure out where we are.  Now be quiet and stay low.  Let’s find somewhere to hide.”

“This is his Island,” Barrett hissed, panic suffusing every word.  “Surely he knows every hiding place.”  Fear and terror had replaced all thoughts about the birthday fishing trip.  

“Don’t think like that.  We just gotta stay one step ahead.  Now let’s get moving.”  Darren grabbed Barrett’s t-shirt and shoved him along.  Barrett liked to fish.  He liked things calm and quiet.  This was not that.  

They stayed together as long as they could, but they were being hunted.  They’d heard him.  Footsteps trudging and squelching in the mud, bowstring string stretching with a grgrgrgrrrr. He’d called to them. 

“Come out and I won’t kill you.”

Yeah, right.  After what happened to the captain, no fucking way!

Eventually they’d had to split up.  Strength in numbers did not work in this situation and if one of them got caught, it might give the other a chance to figure out a way to get help or get off the island.  It was not a good option, but they didn’t have any good options.  

Several hours after they’d split up, Darren heard the scream he knew was Barrett. He slapped his palm over his mouth to muffle his own scream.  Darren didn’t know if his childhood best friend was dead or alive.  He didn’t know why Barret screamed.  He just knew that now, he was hiding on an island, all alone, with a mad man on his tail, stalking him relentlessly.  

Hours had passed since that scream.  Darren had found a cavern that he could shelter in for the night.  He didn’t dare light a fire, and he curled up against the wall in the deepest shadows he could find.  

Darren was a hunter.  He’d won awards.  The man hunting him was good, masterful even.  Darren didn’t think he would ever find out what it felt like to be the prey instead of the predator.  He didn’t like it.  Humans weren’t supposed to be at the bottom of the food chain.  

TIn the morning, just after waking, the hair on the back of his neck prickled and there was an unexplainable shift in the atmosphere.  Darren whirled around and came face to face with the tip of an arrow on a string mere millimeters from his face.  

He froze, his entire body quivering with fight or flight instincts at war within him.  His eyes slowly moved from the shaft of the arrow to the bow itself, then slowly to the broad chest, up to a burly neck and then up further to a terrifying wide grin and wild sea-green eyes alight with malice.  

“Hello.  You really shouldn’t have come here.”  The hunter’s voice was softer than Darren expected, but no less deadly.  

“We… we didn’t know,” Darren stumbled over his own words, trembling hands raising up surrender style, “It was just a pit stop.  Our captain-”

“They always blame the captain.  And they may be right.  It’s why I always take out the captain first.  But you have a choice.  I can shoot you now, right through the eye, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground, or I can take you back to my place, give you a meal, clean you up and then you play the games I want you to play the way I want you to play them.  What’ll it be?”

Darren swallowed, this couldn’t be happening.  “Wh-where’s Barrett?”

“Barrett?”  The hunter cocked his head as if trying out the name on his tongue.  “Oh, the little one, the screamer.  He chose to come back with me.  He’s all snug in his little cage right now, had to gag him to shut him up.  Damn, that one is a whiner.”

Darren swallowed again.  “Wh-what sort of g-games?”

“Oh, all sorts of fun ones.  Even more fun since there’s two of you.”

“You’re going to hunt us, aren’t you?”

“Yes.  But that won’t be for a bit if you choose to come with me.  I have all sorts of other activities that I’m sure you will not enjoy.  I like to play with my toys, break them in a bit before I finish with them.  But who knows, you might win and get a chance at making it off this island.  I couldn’t say, but it’s possible.”

Hope, dangled out in front of him like a fucking carrot.  It wasn’t fair.  Something about the way that Barrett had screamed told Darren he should choose death, but he couldn’t.  He might live.  The captain never had a shot, but Darren and Barrett could, right?  He knew it was a trap.  Short of a miracle, they didn’t have a chance in hell at getting off this island.  But the thought of survival gave him the will to keep fighting.  It was cruel.  Darren could see it in the  hunter’s eyes, but he couldn’t force his own brain into not believing there was a chance.  As long as I’m still breathing, right?

The hunter’s smile grew impossibly wider.  “I can see you’ve made your choice, so let’s get on with it.  Kneel and put your hands behind your back.”

To his ever loving shame, Darren knelt and did as he was told. 

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#themerrywhumpofmay #mwm2023 #mwmday5 #bow and arrow #stalking #cavern #character death #shot with an arrow #darren oc #barrett oc #i have no idea if this is going to go anywhere #vacation gone wrong #whump #hunting #being hunted #human prey

[hummingbird-of-light]

No. 5 “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.” (pinned down)

~

“My, my… look at you, caught in a trap like the poor little piece of prey you are.”

McCoy angrily pulled at his foot, but he didn’t manage to get it free. It had been caught in a noose and now he was lying on the cold hard ground of the jungle, pinned down by the rope.

The familiar face of the lizard-like creature that had hunted him, grinned down at the doctor. Razor sharp teeth flashed from the wide mouth of the alien and it licked its lips. Yellow blood was still running from the pointy nose.

McCoy had gotten a good hit when he had escaped the first time, but he knew that he wouldn’t be strong enough to beat the Weranga in a real battle.

Still, he tried to play the confident one.

“You better pray I don’t get up this time around,” he snarled and his captor just laughed at him, while it knelt down next to him and grabbed the doctor by his hair.

“Oh, but I really hoped you’d pick up a fight. After all, what fun is hunting without the prey pathetically trying to defend itself.”

McCoy’s jaws tightened and he tried to lunge at the creature, but with its quick reflexes, it was out of reach and on its feet again within seconds, chuckling maliciously.

“Nice try.”

The doctor glared at his opponent, a crooked smile on his lips.

“What is it? I thought you wanted a fight. Then make it an equal one.”

Surprise washed over the Weranga’s face, then it laughed out once again.

“You really are a brave man. Much braver than all of our healers.”

McCoy huffed. Yeah… he had seen these so-called healers. They couldn’t even cure the smallest injuries.

And he really didn’t understand why hunting was worth more to the Werangas than building a real civilization. With Starfleet’s help they could have learned so much. But they had chosen to betray the people who had come to help them.

When McCoy and the rest of the landing party had woken up in the morning, all their equipment had been taken and the security staff had been knocked out by the native civilization.

And then the Werangas had opened the hunt.

McCoy had just run for his life. He didn’t know how the rest of his crewmates were doing. He didn’t even know where they were, if they were still alive. His only goal had been to save his own skin.

“Why are you doing this? We came to this planet to help you!”

His captor only shook its head.

“Because we don’t need outsiders to help us. We only need to lure them to our planet to hunt them. It’s the only fun we have… and it keeps our stomachs filled.”

McCoy swallowed hardly when he saw the sharp blade in the creature’s paw.

“And you and your companions will still our hunger for at least one moon.”

The Weranga knelt down beside him again and McCoy was already expecting his throat to be sliced open any moment now. However, he was wrong. Instead, the noose around his ankle was cut.

“What the-“

His captor just chuckled coldly.

“You want an equal fight, healer? You get an equal fight. Get up.”

The doctor glanced at the alien next to him and then slowly he got to his feet, fists raised. He’d try everything in his power to defend himself. Maybe he could buy just enough time for someone to find him.

“Alright… Show me what you got.”

Punch followed after punch. Kick after kick. But even though the Weranga had claimed it to be an equal fight, McCoy had the hardest time fighting the strong creature off.

When the doctor eventually collapsed to the ground, he was bruised and battered. Blood was running from the injuries and he knew that lots of his bones were broken.

In the end he had been right. He hadn’t stood a chance against his opponent.

“Well, healer, it was fun, but… every hunt has to come to an end.”

McCoy grunted in pain when a foot was placed on his head, pushing his face into the dirt.

He heard his captor’s voice.

“You were a worthy opponent, so I’ll make it quick.”

McCoy could feel that the Weranga was moving its foot, obviously about to break his neck, and he closed his eyes in horror.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not here.

And suddenly several voices rang through the air.

“Let go of him!”

“Step back!”

McCoy’s eyes shot open and in disbelief he stared at several security officers.

They had found him! The Enterprise had actually sent people down to find them, noticing that something was odd.

McCoy let out a heavy breath. He wouldn’t die. Not today.

#whumptober2023 #no.5 #lyric #You better pray I don’t get up this time around. #pinned down #star trek #fanfiction #major character injury #away mission gone wrong #fighting #being hunted #dr. leonard mccoy

[queen-of-wisdom]

Ashes, Ashes

Dust to dust

The devils after both of us

#crane wives #curses #i love it #being hunted #or doomed #by the devil #aka by the narrative #you can't escape it #he'll get you #sooner or later #the only thing we can do #is loving each other

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Trying not to cry + Elliot -brinkofdiscovery

BTHB 2023 - Fill 12 - Trying Not To Cry

Oh I have the best idea for this, don't you worry. ❤️ August belongs to @brinkofdiscovery!!

TWs: panic attacks, being hunted

Pressed against the bricks and a dumpster, Elliot pulled August close. One hand pressed hard against August's mouth, keeping his head against Elliot's shoulder. August shook, his eyes squeezing closed as footsteps approached.

"Shh." Elliot breathed, and August pressed his face into the comforting darkness of the crook of his neck. "Shh."

August tried desperately to focus on anything but what was happening. His hair was hopelessly messed up, the gel long since washed away by sweat. He needed to restyle it. The face of his watch was cracked and his once-shining shoes were scuffed.

Elliot smelled like the forest and something even more dangerous. Elliot's hand was calloused, strong—a steady anchor as August's very body threatened to fall apart. A low, rolling growl boiled in Elliot's chest. It was too low for anyone but August to hear and he wondered why the werewolf was even bothering.

It wasn't like the vampire chasing them would be turned away by something so small.

August's breath hitched as the frenzied vampire approached their hiding spot, and he peeked out from behind Elliot's throat. She stopped at the entry to the alleyway. Her shadow cut a harsh line through the light the streetlamps provided. August felt like he might faint.

Elliot's other arm silently reached over his own body to the man he was so intent on protecting, his hand coming to rest at the center of August's chest. The warmth from Elliot's skin seemed to sink into August's very bones as his eyes began to sting. He became extremely aware of how Elliot curled around him, how Elliot seemed to become bigger and bigger the closer their pursuer came. How his teeth seemed to get longer and stranger than they already were. His electric eyes stayed locked on the empty air beside their dumpster, limbs coiled like an over-wound spring.

That growl never stopped.

The vampire lingered a few moments more, before her shadow finally retreated. Elliot didn't move for another minute, clutching August against himself like he might be ripped away at any moment. Slowly, so slowly that August didn't notice at first, Elliot lifted his hand away from August's mouth.

Sucking in a breath, August felt his tears begin to roll. He stayed with his cheek pressed to Elliot's shoulder as he closed his eyes again. "I..." August started, feeling Elliot finally turn away from the alley.

His chest burned hot with embarrassment. Of all things to be doing in a strange city, crouching in a filthy alleyway behind a dumpster with the waiter that had kept him from being murdered wasn't ever something he would've expected. He shouldn't be here.

"Hey, hey." Elliot said, his voice soft and low against the top of August's head. "I've got you, man. I've got you." August felt Elliot's wiry arms squeeze him tighter, pulling a shuddering breath out of him. "C'mon, let's go find a better place to get our feet under us. We can even treat ourselves, get a two star room for the night instead of a one star."

August let out a watery laugh that dissolved into a shocked sob. "Two--no." He declared. "Absolutely not." He wrapped his arms around Elliot, clutching him close. "We are sleeping somewhere nice."

Elliot laughed, shoulders shaking from it as he leaned his head against August's. "Okay, okay. Yeah. Find us a bougie hotel. I'll keep you safe."

#bthb #bad things happen bingo #whump #emotional whump #trying not to cry #lightning eyes and alibis #august #panic attacks #being hunted #I love august he's having a terrible time

[stewardofningishzida]

Real-Life Scary Story 1:  The Trail

I’m a bit late to the party, but Halloween shall never end! Throughout the remainder of Fall/Autumn, I may share a few real-life scary stories. This one is from last year and involved a day hike cut short.

My parents and I were exploring the local mountains and enjoy long drives, often deep into the wilderness. We were in an area with yet another cell service dead zone. Thankfully, my dad has a shortwave radio as a backup form of communication. However, we decided to test it out there since it had worked on other trips…Nothing. So, we were completely alone with no way to call for help.

It was okay at first. We got out of the car at a trailhead, looked around, and enjoyed looking at the various plants and wildlife. There were plenty of squirrels, lizards, and birds. I pointed out a pair of hawks that were circling and shared my binoculars with my mom. Everything was fine. We turned back after finding a patch of poison oak overgrowth on the trail.

Next trailhead, we got out and it was still a dead zone for signal. No cell phone, no radio. This area had a lot of shrubs and scrubby little oak trees. There were several sparrows and lizards hopping through the leaves. We heard them and occasionally saw them. So, time to explore again. Mom was tired and stayed in the car while Dad and I went out.

While on this trail, everything seemed okay at first, but we both noticed something…off. About 1 km/half a mile down the trail, it was silent. Completely silent. No birds, no lizards, nothing. I got goosebumps and Dad agreed with me that we should leave. We turned back and both were on high alert. It was silent the entire way back. I was watching the sides of the trail and staying close. On the side of the trail was animal scat with bits of fur and bone in it. No berries, so an indication that whatever left it was only consuming meat. A mountain lion. We kept walking. What I thought were just dry dog tracks that occasionally showed up in some areas of the trail (I hadn’t been paying attention on the way in)…big and no claw marks. No other signs of the cat other than the eerie silence. We made it back to the car and didn’t explore any more trails that day. I haven’t been back to that area.

That’s the story of when my dad and I were potentially stalked by a mountain lion.

#hiking #mountain lion #being hunted #scary stories #real life

[a-hobit]

Love watching Luz collect siblings like Hunter collects parents lololol

Whoop almost forgot the translation! “God give me strength this brother of mine is crazy but I love him”

#luz and hunter are siblings #luz and hunter being siblings makes me want to eat recycled cardboard #toh fanart #toh #the owl house fanart #the owl house #hunting palismen #luz noceda #hunter noceda

[beebox-illustrations]

Happy Easter!! ✨🐝

Thought the boys deserved at least one nice, happy Easter egg hunt and in my mind Bobby did so too :)

Have a fantastic Sunday 🌻

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #on a easter egg hunt #the only age appropriate hunt #bobby singer #being the best as always #easter #oh and all of them are dressed neatly #beebox-illustrations #digital art #illustration #procreate #web comics #my art

[spookcataloger]

"Bird of Prey" by Jolly Old Jim (2013)

#/x/ 4chan #prosetext #cryptids #nope #creature story #being hunted #thunderbirds #monsters in the woods #scary story #short story

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #stage in playful land #stage in playfulland #unique magic posters #so it was fellow after all and not gidel? whoops #i was merely overthinking it #me? overthink fictional characters? surely not #god though #i can't not love a guy who gets the cutest most adorable power #and instantly goes 'i shall use this for Crimes' #also every time he was like 逃げる! my brain auto-translated it as CHEESE IT! #accompanied by twst's running-away sound effect which is just the quintessential sound of someone cheesing it #if i could have (1) twst spinoff it would be the adventures of these two idiots trying to do an education #they would have a stodgy bureaucrat antagonist who keeps trying to catch them in their sleazy corner-cutting ways and shut them down #(OF COURSE there would be a bit where they are trying to host an unforgettable luncheon but egads! their roast is ruined!) #and all while they're trying to evade being hunted down by the playful land investors #the hijinks would be SO wacky you guys #i've made myself sad now because this will never exist #it's real in my HEART

[mrsrookhunt]

*Rook, Vil, and Epel walking down the hall*

Rook: Would you two spare me a moment? I need to make a proposal to Trickster.

Vil/Epel: Sure.

Rook: Bonjour, Trickster!! May I offer you a proposal?

Yuu: What's uuuuu--...

Yuu: Why are you on one knee.

Yuu: WHY ARE YOU ON ONE KNEE---

Epel: huh. So that's what he needed a ring for.

#incorrect twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #incorrect twisted wonderland quotes #incorrect twst #twst incorrect quotes #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt #rook's being too literal again someone stop the hatman #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #but the real question is do u accept? #will you take the hatman in holy matrimony? #its a choose your own adventure and every choice is wrong

[bluerosefox]

Presence Pressure

Danny learned the reason why both his adopted parents and the GIW find it a little hard to somewhat track him down in human form (unlike when he's in ghost form) is because when he was still in the LOA he learned to suppress his presence (he was always good stealth, blending in, and other things like that, unlike his brother who didn't have the patience for it) and he does it subconsciously in human form but not in ghost form.

After finding that out he starts to train his ghost form to suppress his core/presence to that nearly of a blob ghost (and boy has it been fun being able to sneak his way into fights when his rogues come to town. Skulker is both the best and worst, he enjoys the challenge, Danny won't lie he enjoys testing his abilities against the 'greatest hunter')

Once Danny got a good handle on it, his parents suddenly burst into his room and announced that they're heading to Gotham tonight!

Cause apparently that 'ghost scum' ecto-signature has been detected there and they finally found it after months of recalibrating their inventions to find his trail. (And where his parents went the GIW have their eyes in his parents which meant they're not to far behind)

Danny is stunned (he forgot Damian and his DNA were very similar due to being 'hand-crafted' and the fact they grew up around the Lazarus Pits, that Danny suspected was dirty ecto now)

Oh... oh no.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #Danny and Damian are siblings #twins maybe? or year old brothers? #danny was better at stealth over combat #he was still good at it being an al Ghul and all but he shined in infiltration #Damian never really showed it but he did have respect and a little bit of envious towards Danny skills #Danny forgot he can suppress his presence until he remembered and does so #however he forgot Damian cant #oh boy hes gonna be in trouble when Damian finds out #that hes being hunted now? or the fact his sibling is alive after being told he was dead from a botched mission

[mipexch]

since layer 7 dropped you can send literally any enemy to go kill something wicked repeatedly & v2 being the one to do that is just really funny to me

#ultrakill #something wicked #v1 #v2 #its gonna fucking KILL YOU!!!! #it literally circles around them like it does v1 and its really funny to me. like Really funny #you can hear something wicked start hissing as v2 hunts it down #literally almost got me when i was camping out in the terminal room but v2 saved me......... #very fun to mess with #minos was funnier but much worse #couldnt even figure out where they went i could just hear him going DIE and slamming into the ground before something wicked started making #-noises again and teleporting #i stand by something wicked being the ONLY thing v1 is afraid of #because me too. honestly #gen art

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yall know the "after first kiss" meme

there are three types of pairing

the meme:

#oh man click for better quality i think tumblr is nerfing it again #casually slides laughingstock into the main tag. im going to be hunted for sport #anyway im still a popstar believer and advocate #I Swear They're Endgame #unless they arent! but i have faith #wailing sobbing etc these three pairings make me crazy #oughhhhh #one is technically canon the second i believe will be canon the third is just me being unwell #and i cherish all of em <3 #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcomehome #franklydear #wh popstar #laughingstock #i feel it in my heart that these are accurate #or.. no... not feel it... desperately hope while sweating profusely