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THIS MIGHT BE CRINGE BUT LISTEN-

Okay, we know Belos' reign was like half a century so it might be possible that Belos had to ban films too after he took over. Films that encouraged multi-track magic, and cartoons that showed the old life before Belos. Go wild with this, make some fics that show old media and how it was before emperor propaganda!

Personally, I'd love to see terrifying horror movies featuring basilisks like the "Thing"(The horror movie). Or maybe a movie featuring grimwalkers which I already started to make up in my head.

...Just imagine a horror movie about a grimwalker of a deceased witch who used to be a mother. Imagine the suspense and horror as the film slowly "proves" that the bigoted legends of such creatures are true by showing how the "mother" does not care for anyone except for its creator. Go bonkers with the detail, make the altered representation somehow parallel some of Hunter's quirks (I already have an idea or two); or just make it angst-fuel... I don't care, make something guys, please-

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My headcanon of grimwalker appearance is basically that grimwalkers are uncanny to look at and are dead-looking. I know it doesn't show in the art but I tried-

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Just a random drabble of an Time Travel AU

“Sire, those miscreants are still at large-” The Golden Guard could see the figure of Kikimora descending the stairs as she spoke to the emperor. “-Please, allow me to capture them.” 

“Worry not, Kiki.” The emperor replied in a distanced tone and continued: “We’ll be keeping an eye on the inhabitants of the owl house.” He then slowly turned and nodded to the Golden Guard who nodded too and walked away from the scene; his footsteps clacked softly through the dark corridor-

He stopped in his tracks as his mind was met with a surge of… memories?

“...last a lifetime!” a purple-haired witch spoke in a fake-happy tone; the golden guard then heard another female voice who sounded even happier with a fuel of fear:

“I play it every day!” 

Another witch, this time younger and male, chimed in “I play it every hour!”

He felt the need to speak too but all he could do was-

The Golden Guard shook his head to shoo away the weird urge to squeal nervously; he continued on his way toward the upper castle, not knowing or understanding what that flashback was.

It was going to be a long night with him trying to fix the mess Lilith had left after her betrayal; he could see the stacks of paperwork already.