this is intense hunter

“The badgers are going to tear you apart if you don’t shape up. When you leap, dig your claws in hard. Bite down on their neck, and if you can get close enough, rip their eyelids and claw out their eyes.”

Monster Hunter: World - Fact Sheet

GAMEPLAY OVERVIEW 
The latest entry in the critically acclaimed 40 million unit selling action RPG series, Monster Hunter: World introduces a living, breathing ecosystem in which players take on the role of a hunter that seeks and slays ferocious beasts in heart-pounding battles. Venture on quests alone or with up to three other hunters in a newly designed online drop-in multiplayer system which allows cross-region cooperative play between Japan and the West, uniting the global player base for the first time ever. Monster Hunter: World will also be the first game in the series with a worldwide simultaneous launch window and is planned for release on PlayStation® 4 computer entertainment system and Xbox One in early 2018. A PC release will follow at a later date.

Monster Hunter: World sees players gear up to venture on quests to battle against fearsome monsters, progressively improving their hunting abilities as they play. Loot collected from fallen foes can be used to create new equipment and armor upgrades as players seamlessly move across map areas that comprise the living ecosystems. The landscape and its diverse inhabitants play a critical role as players strategically use the surrounding environment to their advantage. Hunters must use their cunning and abilities to survive the intense and evolving fights as they battle to become the ultimate hunter! 

FEATURES
-Welcome to the new World:
Taking on the role of a hunter, players are tasked with going on a research expedition to a newly discovered continent known only as “new world” as they venture on quests to discover more about this mysterious land. 
-Living and breathing ecosystem: Utilize the surrounding environment and wildlife to your advantage. For example, pit monsters against one another to lure the main target creature to the right place, but be careful not to become hindered by the hazards they present.
-Global simultaneous release: For the first time in the Monster Hunter series the latest title will release within the same launch window and unite hunters across the world with cross-region cooperative play options.
-Online drop-in multiplayer: When the battle is too daunting to take on single-handedly, hail up to three other hunters to assist during quests by sending up a SOS flare to a worldwide server full of potential teammates.
-Hunt to craft new gear: Defeat monsters and collect loot from fallen foes to craft equipment and weapons styled after the monsters that have been slain. Selecting the right loadout can help exploit enemy weaknesses to gain an advantage in battle.
-Master the beasts: A variety of ferocious creatures inhabit the new world landscape including the series mainstay Rathalos and the all new Anjanath. Players can mount the monsters with the dynamic riding mechanic, allowing them to travel along the monster’s body and deliver locational damage.
-Seamless gameplay: Players and monsters can move from one map area to another freely and without loading screens whilst gameplay also dynamically transitions between night and day. 

Anime summaries in just a few sentences
  • Durura: Stahp KiLIlnG PePolE IZaYAa
  • magi: Aladdin NONONONOOOO
  • psycho-pass: dont even think about killing him u idiot
  • soul eater: *gets nosebleed from fighting and theres a sexy katttt
  • kill la kill: talking clothes and half naked Ryuko
  • hunter x hunter: *intense gay staring*
  • fairy tail: *is unsure what to ship*
  • samurai champloo: "Ill do anything for f00d"
  • black butler: let me beat the shit out of these idiots, young master
  • my little monster: stop that haruuuu
  • kuroko no basket: gay basketball players
  • deadman wonderland: a guide on how to make the most terrible ending EVER
  • Vampire Knight: we all wanted her to end up with zero
  • kotoura-san: StaP THt MAnAbee

ATTON RAND   was a pilot native to the planet alderaan and one of the lost jedi who helped the jedi exile defeat the sith triumvirate. he joined the galactic republic military and fought loyally under revan in the mandalorian wars. he defected to revan’s side when the jedi knight became the dark lord of the sith. while under revan, he was put through intense combat training to make him an effective jedi hunter, assigned the task of capturing jedi so that revan and her acolytes could attempt to convert them into loyal sith. however, when a female jedi prisoner revealed that he was force-sensitive and that he would likely be subjected to such treatment himself, he went into hiding on nar shaddaa, the moon of the planet nal hutta.

I wrote Hiccstrid drabble, since no one answered my post asking for some, probably because you were all watching the Oscars

Understandable. I wish I could have watched the Oscars. But I couldn’t. So I wrote this RTTE Hiccstrid dribble instead. I didn’t proof read it cause I have an actual history essay to write. I hope someone enjoys it, I’m not much of a writer but it’s fun to write anyways.

Summary: Astrid finds emotions and relationship stressful (I mean, don’t we all?)

Rating: PG. Totally innocentino


Astrid was buzzing with emotion– not something she particularly enjoyed. On the one hand she and Hiccup were… committed, you could say… official?.. Comfortable. Nothing had really changed but something was acknowledged. That felt good, for the most part. Scary, but the good fluttery kind of scary. On the other hand Astrid couldn’t help feel that this was extremely foolish. For one thing, love is a commitment and it’s difficult. She and Hiccup already have so many responsibilities with fighting the dragon hunters, checking in on the Auxiliary team, running the edge smoothly, training new dragons, keeping Stormfly in shape… She didn’t want her emotions to distract her from her duties. Astrid was a woman of honour; a strong warrior always ready for battle. She could not let anything weaken her senses.

Hiccup had already begun to cloud her mind more than usual. It was easier to dismiss thoughts of him when they were just… thoughts. Now they were pure and clear memories. Kissing. Not in the same way as when they were kids. Astrid was thinking of kissing of all things. Kissing Hiccup. Having his arms wrapped around her. Lounging and watching the sunset. Talking, laughing, holding, kissing. It made her feel warm but it also made a part of her angry.

Astrid, you have to snap out of this she says to herself while washing Stormfly. You have work to do and… responsibilities.

“Hey Astrid!” Fishlegs descended into the training area on Meatlug, both looking puffed and pleased. “How was your day?”

“Just fine, Fishlegs.” Astrid tried not to groan. “How was yours?”

Astrid appreciated Fishlegs, but in this kind of mood she did not want to talk to anyone who was as optimistic and smiley as Fishlegs. She knew it was just a mood and she regretted wishing that Fishlegs would leave her alone.

“Pretty good! Meatlug and I were actually doing some training you’d be proud to hear!”

Astrid pulled up a smile, “That’s great!” She tried.

Fishlegs lifted his head and smiled with pride. “MmmHmm. as much as Meatlug and I love relaxing we also have so much to practice! Isn’t that right, girl?” Fishlegs then began to coddle his dragon, who very much enjoyed the coddling. Astrid couldn’t pay much attention. She couldn’t get feelings and images out of her mind. She loved even the idea of holding Hiccup’s hand. It was so casual but so comforting.

Focus!

Astrid continued small talk with Fishlegs, trying to sound encouraging. She’s glad someone was training today.


Their conversation passed with a blur and Fishlegs left for his hut as the sun was beginning to set. 

Astrid felt tired too. She and Stormfly had an intense day of training… or at least Astrid tried to train intensely. Her focus was off. She and Stormfly practiced sneak attacks on some Gronckles. While Stormfly got some water Astrid worked on her axe throwing… but she missed more than usual and got frustrated quickly. Later they practiced landing rolls, ensuring for graceful descents onto Viggo’s ships or other quick combative landings. Then some simple yet necessary flying practice.

Hiccup came to her mind every five minutes and it became more and more frustrating until Astrid had to retire early. No point beating a dead dragon.

“I’m sorry i’m not myself today, girl,” Astrid patted Stormfly affectionately as they made their way up to her hut. Stormfly gave a forgiving nudge into Astrid’s palm.

The battle with Viggo and the dragon hunters had been getting more intense. Hiccup was planning day and night, tinkering in his spare time, and pacing when he didn’t know what to do. Astrid worried. She worried about Hiccup’s stress. He always threw himself into everything so completely. Then again, so did she. Was he having trouble focusing as well? What if their relationship hindered Hiccups planning and Astrid’s combat. She could not stomach another failure. Berk, the Edge, the dragons could not handle another failure.

She hated thinking this much.

Should Astrid talk to Hiccup? Explain her concerns? What could they really do about it now? They couldn’t just turn everything off and pretend to be just friends again. No, Hiccup would never go for that and honestly, Astrid wouldn’t want it either.

Besides, they already promised to keep their emotions and overall personal lives out of battle… But Astrid didn’t feel it was working that well… for her. Oh Thor! Astrid sighed. This is ridiculous! Why am I being so…

“Astrid!”

If it is possible to tense up and relax at the same time, then that is exactly what happened whenever Astrid heard Hiccup’s voice… at least as of recent.

Hiccup was down on the Hanger deck. He looked flustered but happy. His brown hair messy, Toothless stitched to his side as usual, and his smile light. Astrid smiled automatically and waved, feeling that warmth again. “See you in the hall for dinner?” Hiccup yelled.

Astrid paused on her smile for a moment. If she said no it would draw attention to herself and… yes, she’d decided she did not want to confront this. It was a phase. She would move into a more normal state soon. Oh gods, but dinner meant everyone else which meant pretending that she and Hiccup were… the same as before?

Hiccup seemed concerned about Astrid’s hesitation. “Sorry… mmmyeah I’ll see you at dinner,” Astrid said quickly and then retreated to her hut. She didn’t dare turn back to see if Hiccup took that as a strange reply.


Stormfly still had lots of energy but Astrid did not. She plumped down on her bed hoping to find a way to calm her thoughts.

Focus, Astrid. Breathe, Astrid. Stop being stupid, Astrid!

Stormfly was restless and began knocking Astrid’s axes off the wall for attention.

“Stormfly!” Astrid sighed, rising from her bed to attend to her dragon. “I’m sorry, girl, I just need a few moments to think. Is that okay?” Astrid patted her dragon affectionately. Maybe she should have taken her for a proper flight, just for fun. In fact maybe that’s what they could do to avoid dinner–

Knock. Knock. “Hello?” Astrid called in surprise. She was less surprised when she saw Hiccup open the door. She didn’t pull off a casual reaction before, she was guessing.

Seeing him brought her some peace… which frustrated her again. Her emotions were at war.

“Hey Hiccup,” Astrid spoke casually and focused in on him.

“Hey, is everything okay?” B-u-u-u-u-usted. Hiccup stepped in the door and began to walk over to Astrid standing by Stormfly in the corner of the room.

Astrid waved her hand down, “Yeah, yeah, just an intense day of training. Feeling strangely out of it. But I was just thinking of taking Stormfly flying.” As Hiccup approached he reached out and grabbed Astrid’s hand. Warmth. And yet, frustration. But also peace. 

Hiccup looked tired. His eyes were heavy, his hands were incredibly rough, and his posture was particularly slouched. Astrid began to worry. “I think the real question is are YOU okay? Hiccup, you look exhausted.” Astrid grabbed Hiccup’s other hand and led him to sit on her bed. Hiccup smiled sincerely. Exhausted but happy.

“Honestly, I am exhausted, thanks for noticing.” Astrid smirked. “But I’m also really energized. I’m forming a plan against Viggo and I really think it’s going to work… There’s just a few kinks to work out… and I’m also making adjustments to Inferno and Toothless’ tails-”

“You’re doing a lot, Hiccup. Do you rest?” They continued to hold hands. The room was so breathable. Astrid felt safe and secure, despite her worrying about Hiccup. Talking with him could be as easy as breathing sometimes.

“I think we both know each of us need to rest more,” they both laughed and Hiccup rested his head on Astrid’s shoulder. He sighed into her and she let him. They sat in silence for a moment and then Hiccup lifted his head again. “Why are you trying to avoid dinner?”

“What? What do you mean?” Astrid shook her head and looked straight ahead.

“Astrid…” Hiccup tried to catch her gaze, but Astrid avoided. “You’re not doing a great job lying.”

Astrid tossed her arms, “Stormfly has tons of energy and I thought I’d help her burn it out.”

Hiccup was extremely skeptical. As in, not-having-it-at-all.

“Astrid, you’re stressed too. I get it, but you need to tell me how you’re feeling” He was right. They had talked about that too. Being honest. Not keeping things from each other. The thing is, Astrid struggled to be honest with herself.

Astrid let out a breath and looked at her feet. Hiccup lay a hand on her knee affectionately, waiting patiently. She took another breath and looked forward.

“I had no focus today. Or yesterday. Hiccup, I can’t focus. I just keep thinking about… us and worrying about the future and…” Astrid turned to see Hiccup straight faced and serious. “I don’t want the team to fail and get hurt because of us… or me” Hiccup released a breath and smiled.

“Astrid, you cannot carry this entire team on your shoulders. Neither can I. We are leaders but-” Hiccup grabbed both of Astrid’s hands and they looked at each other. “- but we are a team, Astrid. It’s not all Astrid, or all Fishlegs, or all Toothless, or anything. It’s us.” Hiccup smiled softly and moved Astrid’s bangs from her eyes. Astrid was tense and relaxed again. “I-I love you, sure… but that won’t change how we function as a team. If anything I think our team can only become stronger.” Astrid looked down at their hands and smiled lightly. As she breathed she felt the stress, the weight of the world, the weight of the lives of so many dragons in captivity… if she could just get her hands on Viggo right now she’d–

Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s head lightly and kissed her. Her anger gone, she reached for Hiccup and kissed back. She heard Stormfly grunt teasingly but she and Hiccup did not stop. They had their moment. Finally they released, touching foreheads and feeling each other’s breaths.

“I love you too,” Astrid spoke extremely softly, as though the words were thin ice. Hiccup proceeded to wrap his arms around her and they prolonged their moment.

Nothing was solved. There was still immense responsibility for both of them. But Astrid felt better and Hiccup did to. So they sat there and breathed together, eventually heading down to dinner with the gang. The night bustled with stories and laughs. Stormfly got her energy out by playing with Toothless (yes, yes, how ironic.) The night ended with a goodnight kiss when no one was looking. Hiccup smiled like a goof and Astrid figured she did too. She set her head to her pillow with peace and warmth.

Common, Astrid, don’t get distracted!

“Shut up,” she laughed to herself. “I’m not distracted.”



(I’m sorry for my lack of knowledge of Dragons Edge geography. I’m having trouble picturing it in my mind. :P)

anonymous asked:

Any scene in trc when Gansey is scared for his life and his facade of calm cool and collected comes off makes me so sad because I feel Gansey having that persona is kind of like an armor for him but when he has to confront his fear that armor just goes away

The fact that one of the major themes of Gansey’s character throughout the series is all of these “different Ganseys” (the collected and charismatic President Cellphone, the earnest and hopeful leyline hunter, the intense and wild Gansey on fire) and moment when you’re reading where everything clicks and you realize that this is Gansey’s way of dealing with his trauma, that he’s forced himself to put different parts of his personality into different boxes so he doesn’t inconvenience anyone with his feelings or his fear, is continually devastating to me. But then when he comes face to face with his fear, you’re right, he loses all the walls he’s built around him. I was just reading the cave scene where he falls in the hole yesterday and I don’t really have anything worthwhile to contribute, but this ask is so correct and my heart is aching.

Just Hold On

Request: Can you please do an imagine where the reader(female) is in the van in the S-6 finale and Daryl is in bad shape. You find him a blanket and hold him until dwight gets them out after Abe’s chosen Daryl passes out you help care for him at hilltop when Daryl realizes whats going on hes shocked to find out you caring for him.He thought you hated him. You found his scars and he opens up to you.You have always loved him but he’s always so mean. Please=super awkward Daryl Fluff comfort/care love

A/N: Super excited to be writing again tbh


     “Just hold on, just a little bit longer,” you whisper, emotion spilling into every word you said to Daryl. He was covered in his own blood and shallow breaths were the only response you got. You could tell he was close to blacking out. Your arms were wrapped around his much larger frame, keeping the blanket secure while his head rested on your chest. The hunter didn’t acknowledge you, most likely in a world of his own pain, just trying to hold on to the thin line of consciousness he had left. 

     You were gently running your fingers through his hair, attempting to bring yourself some serenity as the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms. Tears were no stranger to your face in this moment; you were desperately praying to whoever, whatever was out there that Daryl would survive. You couldn’t let him die, not now.  

     The love for him blossomed back at the CDC. You don’t know what did it, maybe it was his fierce determination to keep everyone safe, but you knew in that moment that you fell hard. It continued at the farm, growing more and more. Although you were undeniably attached to this man, you never got too close. You knew this love was one-sided, that he only felt your presence bothersome. Every time you approached him, he’d snap or give you stares that froze the courage in your body.

     But now, he was weak and letting you take care of him. You were whispering reassurances in his ear that you would keep him alive and that he didn’t have to worry when the truck lurched forward and stopped. A groan escaped Daryl’s lips from the sudden motion.

      Then the doors swung open to reveal Dwight. He yanked Daryl out of your arms and then pulled you as well. That’s when you saw it.

     Your family was lined up, all on their knees. 

     Dwight pushed Daryl to the left while you got tugged to the right by another arm. You were forced to fall to your knees next to Carl, who gave you a sympathetic but intense look. 

      You glance to the hunter, aching to be by his side and protect him from harm. He was looking at you already, fear evident in his eyes, making you feel terrified of what was to come.

     And then the trailer door opened.


     Sobs came from everywhere once Negan and his men left you all there, taking in the sight of Abraham’s mangled body. Rick looked defeated at this point, slowly taking in what happened. 

     You couldn’t look at the body, not without feeling a wave of sickness wash over you. You couldn’t look at your dead friend, not after what Negan did to him. 

      So instead you look at Daryl who was silently crying, unable to move. You were the first to stand, rushing over to Daryl who looked on the brink of something deadly. You sit and cradle his head on your lap while you both cry. But mere moments later, Daryl was closing his eyes, igniting panic in your body.

     “No Daryl,” you said firmly, “you have to stay awake.” you knew what could happen if he fell asleep, you knew you could lose the person you loved.

     Instead, he drifted off into a deep, blood-loss induced sleep.


     The journey to Hilltop was excruciating; everyone was haunted by the images of the barbed wired bat striking Abraham’s head again and again while none of you could do a single damn thing.

     Daryl’s arm was slung around your shoulders as you helped his half conscious state move forward. His groans were the only sounds that came from your group, all too traumatized to speak. You were struggling to keep him standing, but the thought of him dying fueled your determination to get to Hilltop.

     Once you saw the gates, you almost cried from relief.  

     You rushed, trying to half drag the hunter’s bloody form into Hilltop as they opened the gates to you and your broken down family.


     Daryl was in pain. He could feel every muscle cause a splinter of fire to travel to his wound. He was met with lights above his head and a bed under his body. But also, there was a pressure on his legs.

     His eyes traveled down to find you, clutching his hand and sleeping on his lap. A frown was on your lips, making you look distressed, even in sleep.

    “She hasn’t left, you know.” Daryl glanced to the doorway, finding Maggie standing there. He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your angelic face breathing in and out. After getting no response, Maggie spoke again. “She dragged you here and wouldn’t eat or drink or shower until she knew you were getting treated. I suggest you thank her when she wakes.” And with that, Maggie left Daryl alone with you.

     He hesitantly brought his other hand to your hair, combing it out of your face. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair while you continued to sleep. Daryl thought you hated him. You avoided him at every cost, acting like he was the big bad wolf. He was shocked that you were caring for him.

     You did wake though, briefly forgetting everything that happened; you woke up warm and nothing seemed wrong. But then it all crashed into place. The truck. Daryl. Negan. The bat. Abraham. The struggle to get to Hilltop. Everything just started hitting you hard, one by one. 

     “Uh, you okay?” 

     Then you realized you dozed off on Daryl’s lap. Heat flooded your face as you brought your head up. “I’m so sorry Daryl. I really didn’t mean to.”

     “’S alright.” He muttered, looking anywhere but you. Awkward silence filled the air as you struggled to find something, anything to say. Daryl beat you to it though when he said, “Thank you. For what you did. Maggie told me.”

     You nodded, saying that it wasn’t a problem and that he would’ve done the same for everyone else. Guilt was eating you up, though. You helped change his shirt and you knew you saw something you weren’t supposed to. You had a feeling you knew what happened and your heart broke every time you thought of someone hurting your Daryl.

Not your Daryl, you corrected yourself.

     “Daryl,” you said slowly, “I saw your back and I swear it will stay between us. You don’t even have to tell me what happened.” You looked back up, expecting an angry glare. Instead, you found a soft expression fall over his features.

     “’S not your fault. It was my dad. Used to hit me ‘n Merle when he was drunk.” Daryl said quietly. You nodded, not sure of what to say. Again, Daryl filled the silence with a question. “Why did you do all this?”

     “You would’ve done it too.”

     “That’s not the reason.”

     You sighed, knowing that even when injured, the archer was hard-headed. “I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now.”

     You dared to peek at the hunter’s face. He was wearing a confused look, almost doubting. “I thought you hated me.”

     “No,” you insisted. “I thought you hated me, so I stayed away.”

     He softly smiled. “Couldn’ hate you if I tried.” You gave him a smile as well, as much as a smile you can give after everything that happened. “I think I might be in love with you too.”

     And that night, you slept next to Daryl, shielding him from the evils of the world you lived in, while he gathered you into his arms as best he could. That night you got the best sleep you had gotten in a while.


Saving people. Hunting things. You know - The code.

A/N: I may continue this, I may not. The setting is the grassy area between two apartment buildings, or possibly the lacrosse field, if I do continue it, I will decide then. Either way, this is going to just be a kinda silly, all around fun crossover of my two favorite shows.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

@sourwolf-trash said: “Ok so here’s a prompt.. A Supernatural/Teen Wolf Crossover called “Saving people. Hunting things. You know - The code.” (because you said you wouldn’t write it till you finished the prompts I decided to try move it up the list my making it a prompt :P )”

Xxx

There was a rumbling in the distance, and you rolled your eyes. “Great,” you mumbled quietly, still every supernatural ear heard you, causing your friends to look your way. Chancing a glance at each face, you shrugged, holding your shoulders up by your ears. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t invite them!” Deadpans were all you got in return. “Honestly! Why would I invite them back?! It took everything I had to get them out of town last time!”

The rumbling had turned into a roar, and you swore the ground shook as you saw the black Impala pull up. Your cousin Dean was driving, of course, gunning the engine unnecessarily with a smirk as he saw your supernatural friends wince at the sound, Sam in the passenger seat met your glare with an apologetic smile.

Killing the engine, and hopping out, Dean was still wearing the smirk as he swaggered up to stand in front of you, Sam simply shutting his door and leaning his elbows on the top of the car, observing.

“Hiya, Y/N!” Dean’s grin was a bit on the maniacal side, but you plastered on your own sweet grin in return.

“Hey, Dean. Sam,” you nodded toward him. “To what do I owe the honor?”

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