#voluntes-cor

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"i missed you."

“I missed you too.”

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{ do whichever one would be the MOST GROCE ;)))))) }

♡:Accidentally falling asleep together

With a short grunt, the Hunter clambered his way onto the chair Hayes currently occupied, seemingly forgetting about his size and weight as he practically pinned the hunter on his seat as he settled down. Even while his gangling legs dangled off the edge of the seat, the beast proceeded to nuzzle his cheeks against Hayes’ with a needy whine rolling from his throat.

As if to answer his whining, Hayes reached up and ran his hands through the thick fur of the Hunter’s neck, simply enjoying the softness before reaching the spot right below his jaw. Digging his nails there, Hayes drew out deep, rumbling purrs from the beast’s throat.

Crimson eyes closed slowly and contently as Hayes continued scratching at his neck, an escalation in the volume of his purrs accompanied each motion of fingers. It wasn’t long before he drifted into unconsciousness, his purring barely subdued by slumber as he rested his chin against Hayes’ chest. 

Held captive by the hellbeast sleeping on him, Hayes had little choice but to sleep along with him.

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Send ▲ to scare the piss out of Hunter

The first time the Hunter opened his eyes to see a figure enter the room, he responded with only a quiet grumble and plunked his face back into the pillow by his head. Approximately five seconds passed for him to realize that somebody was crawling through the window and could possibly kill him in his state of vulnerability.

Once the thought finally registered, the Hunter immediately threw the covers off of him, somehow avoiding tangling his legs, and reached for the trick weapon propped by the bed. Again, it took five seconds, after tumbling at the floor of course, to realize another important detail: the figure happened to be a fairly familiar face.

“Damn it! Hayes!” He screeched at the top of his lungs, scrambling back onto his feet to lunge at the other hunter.

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((Giveaway prize for voluntes-cor!

A colored drawing of two nerds cuddling))

[ornstein-the-old-dragonwhac-blog]

(╯°□°)╯{ hue }

Eyebrows shot up as the  man was rendered unconscious by a rather vicious right hook to the jaw. Ornstein turned slowly to look at Hayes; eyes torn between amused and confused.

“Hayes, what...?”

[ornstein-the-old-dragonwhac-blog]

{ do meee for the url thing pls (B }

Your theme is fucking majestic and constantly expanding and improving. Your muse is one of the more unique and non-hunt oriented Bloodborne muses I’ve seen and the time you spend working on your blog is downright admirable.

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pro: gr8 sex. cosmically gr8 sex. con: having to walk the next day

(Please, Ornstein is a gentleman. He will carry you around and coddle you and make you food and snug you all day after intense sex.)

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Amentia

Wretched worms writhed in the Hunter’s skull, prodding at his mind and whispering unintelligible ideas. Primal desires flared, chasing sanity into a corner and driving him to scuttle in the dark like a beast.

With numb clarity, he clawed at a bloody mass and tore away chunks for his gullet, uncaring about whether it was once a human or a beast when it was alive. All that mattered to him was the stench of blood tainting the air and the splattered carcass before him. The coppery taste of blood sung to him, and his addled mind was absolutely intoxicated in its voice.

It was only when he felt a new presence, a new scent, that he paused in his indulgence. He froze clutching a wad of meat, staring in the direction of the intruder, and only moving when it appeared in his vision.

His crimson eyes, glazed over and with pupils narrowed into slits, held madness in their depths. Bestial fangs accompanied a guttural growl rumbling forth from deep in his throat as bloodstained gloves grasped at the saw cleaver resting on the bricks beside him.

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