Dammit, I'm a hunter, not a doctor....

[letmecrywolf]

So I read this FUCKING FANTASTIC fic a while ago, by rosivan , called These Are The Hunted.

IT IS THE BOMB. Go and read it. NOW.

But, after rereading them today, I sat my ass down and drew some crappy Hunter!McCoy.

FOR rosivan :

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[calembours]

You. Are fantastic. Seriously. I'm going to be gone today, but I just wanted to leave a little note to make sure you knew I saw this and that I plan to effing FLAIL properly laterssss, OKAY? >83

♥

[calembours]

Hi! Back again (but shhhh, I'm being sneaky with this laptop >_>).

I LOVE BONESY WITH HIS GROWLY FACE AND KICK ASS SHIV, AND HIS HAAAIIIRRRRRRRRRRRUUHH. I love love love his boxers showing above his jeans. *__* I'm gonna work that in there somewhere.

I AM working on the next chapter (jaxinthebox is also bribing me with art XDD;;; you guyssss are making me feel bad for not postingggg.) Aauuugh.

She gets to hear me plot - here's a teaser for you? 8D It's right from the opening, so it's not really ruining anything else. :3

Spock knocked lightly on the room before entering, finding Uhura sprawled on one of the double beds, hand out of sight against her opposite side, and (Spock assumed) gripping a gun. "May I join you?" He asked, only closing the door behind him when she nodded her assent. When she relaxed, he could see the pearl handle of a pistol, proving his assumption correct

[calembours]

AUGH AUGH AND FURTHER FAIL, I DIDN'T EVEN SAY

THANK YOU ♥

[letmecrywolf]

NO NEED TO THANK ME.

DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE YOU?

*cough cough*

Right.

*fidgets awkwardly*

[jaxinthebox]

:D! Hi!

I like this! Your art's definitely 105x better than mine.

I am in favour of massive spam team-up the next time rosivan takes too long to update. :D

Some people call it emotional terrorism, I call it motivation.