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HUNTER AND HATSUNE MIKU!?!!??!!?!???!?!?!??!

(this is honestly a crack request)

no i get it, i know the line hunters va says. he sounds horrified to me, so id like to think miku is some terrifying entity in the boiling isles

but then he learns to love her in the human realm and starts going to miku cons

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I wanna see how this does here but anywho here’s some Gus, Willow and Matt shenanigans as a break

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Brothers!!

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i made some animated picture haha

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Hello there! I absolutely ❤️ your artwork. Do you take requests by any chance? 🙏

Hello there! Thank you so much!!! I can't promise to do everything, but I don't mind requests =)

ask away and I'll try to get to it at some point ����

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Done for the day goodnight 💤

["Aside from a single thin, thready cloud that's swiftly dissipating before his very eyes, there's absolutely nothing between him and the endless, open sky. The stars seem brighter than ever before; complex vortexes of glittering diamonds scattered like shattered glass across the heavens."]

@fianightshade 's Desideratum chapter 43 fanart

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["Aside from a single thin, thready cloud that's swiftly dissipating before his very eyes, there's absolutely nothing between him and the endless, open sky. The stars seem brighter than ever before; complex vortexes of glittering diamonds scattered like shattered glass across the heavens."]

@fianightshade 's Desideratum chapter 43 fanart

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Is needing raw meat and blood the only traits hunter has in this AU? or does he have others?

Nope, our boy developed increased senses like better smell, hearing and eyesight. One big difference between Hunter and the other witches is that his ears are constantly moving, detecting every little sound and are more emotive in general. It’s cute if not odd to the other witches.

One clear difference is his teeth. While witches can have fangs, Hunter chompers are absolute killers compared to theirs. His canines jut outwards a bit to stab into his prey and hook his teeth under their skin, making it impossible to escape without causing excessive bleeding. His later incisor and first molar are sharp to tear into meat better. The rest molars are relatively normal if not a bit sharper than usual. He does have an extremely strong jaw that can break through bone, fun when eating jaw breakers but also means if he gets you, he ain’t letting go without at least a piece of you with him.

His biggest differences are in the inside with his digestive system with developing a smaller intestine, colon and cecum making it difficult to get any sort of nutrients from normal food. He found that outside of raw meat and blood, raw eggs and certain dairy products are fairly good. (Fish too but that’s included in meat)

Eyes constricting happened during hunting since it’s a way to protect the eyes if sun is out. Basically the pupil and iris getting really small.(it also makes him look a bit scary)

Their some other grimwalker head canons thrown in here like immunity to the heat like boiling rain and fire, lack of pulse, stone lungs when sleeping, and being able to hold his breathe for a really long time. This is all to build Grimwalkers to be super predators in a way, something for witches to fear. heheh they’re kinda like cats.

Thank you for the ask :33

Here’s some extra references

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Blood warning!

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I see lots of fanfics that talk about the Grimwalker stories and myths as Grimwalkers being these predators that hunt witches and are these monster that feed off of flesh, but all of these are usually false and like I said just myths.

So what if that wasn’t the case? What if Grimwalkers were the flesh craving beasts everyone thinks they are. Aka me giving Hunter the Tokyo Ghoul treatment (kinda)

This image takes place during Thanks to Them, he’s hunting and consuming animals to sustain himself but they can only do so much. He keeps it a secret because he’s ashamed, scared and full of self loathing. Unfortunately you can only sneak out and wash your clothes so frequently until you get caught.

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The craving flesh started around the time Hunter started hitting his second stage of puberty, so around 12 to 13 years old. It started off as spouts of aggression, weight loss and odd carvings that he suppressed until he eventually snapped and attacked a scout. Once he consumed flesh, there was no going back.

This happened with a few Grimwalkers, typically one made around pubescent years due to this being a natural development. Grimwalkers who are made as adults don’t get this since get miss that developmental period. A reason why Belos made Grimwalkers strictly adults for hundreds of years before trying out a new experiment.

When Belos made Hunter, he was aware of this and rather than kill Hunter off or just make an adult Grimwalker, he decided he can benefit from a “monster” needing a source of food.

Hence, Hunter picking up a reputation for being “feral.” Belos supplies Hunter with blood and flesh but not enough to satisfy him, just the minimum to keep him alive. This is to keep Hunter at a state where he’s willing to do more work to earn more food but unfortunately this just results in cases of Hunter going “too far” aka mauling different beings (witches, beasts, demons, ect) during missions on the accounts he’s literally starving and being triggered in fights.

He can eat normal food but his sense of taste is bit dull and doesn’t give him the nutrition he needs. He can eat and eat and it will do nothing. He learns to satisfy himself through eating animals he hunts during missions. When he gets to the human realm he eats his food with an overwhelming amount of seasoning just to taste it.

He also has a very strong jaw and sharp teeth, like hyena type stuff.

(Imagine a scenario he pauses a mission mid way to go hunt some voles and eat them raw and the scouts just standing there like-)

After Hollow mind Hunter struggles because now he’s has little source of witch or demon flesh (he raids the healing classes for blood and kitchen for uncooked meat)

So during thanks to them he’s forced to live with three witches, a basilisk, two humans who are somewhat similar to witches and oh boy he struggles. His friends are concerned. Camila notices Hunter eats a lot but still looks like he isn’t gaining weight, Gus notices that he sneaks out, Vee smells something wrong with him, Luz sees how on edge he is, Amity catches on to his burst of aggression (caused by hunger and stress) and Willow notices he avoids them.

They all already knows something is off with him (heightened senses, unusual teeth and jaw strength, glowing eyes, unusually tight and powerful muscles despite how gaunt he is) but only Luz knows he’s a grimwalker but hasn’t quite put the peices that’s he’s a unnatural, natural predator to witches and demons. The witches, Vee and even the humans feel a slight primal fear around Hunter but they can’t quite put the reason why, he puts them on edge even if they love him but something’s off.

Despite the fact that all of them are willing to give him blood, even some flesh if they could, the boy just refuses, since he sees himself as a literal monster that needs to be locked up.

This is me giving Hunter Grimwalker trauma x100. Anywho this is my late Halloween post aka my billionth AU idea. This was inspired by Tokyo Ghoul, Ginger snaps(2000) and the fic [redacted] Hunter by ApaMonkey on ao3! Yall should read it!

I have a weakness for flesh craving characters who aren’t villains but they aren’t so common so of course I had to project that love to my own skrunkly!

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Wintery Junk Chapter 12 (Willow Fever) by @avatarmerida

Drew the first parts of Wintery Junk Chapter 12 (Willow Fever) by @avatarmerida! Theres so much more fluff later in the story, so please go check it out!!!

Fun fact, this fanfic was the first one I had read when I got into toh earlier this year!! There's a lot of fun Huntlow stories in this fic. but I was really feeling drawing some hexsquad banter today :D

Note: there's some slight differences from the fic with how I ended up drawing it so please read the fic to see how it was originally described!

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I made an AU where Luz is a witch that escaped from her realm, but she doesn’t remember why or how. In a frantic state she chooses a place at random to escape to, and ends up landing the backyard of the home of Eda. A 52-year old slightly jaded blue collared woman who had hurt and been hurt too many times and assumed it’d be her and her boy King against the world until the last of her days and definitely did not plan to take in a witch on the run, especially not a 14 year old witch on the run.

I didn’t add Vee cuz I wanted her to be Luz’s sister that she left behind in her own world before she left and I didn’t feel like drawing the rest of the Noceda family cuz I lost steam lol

I might add more in the future cuz I wanna draw her and Matty

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YOUR ART?! SCRUMPTIOS. may I perchance ask for Huntlow 👉👈

Thank you!!! And of course you may. I don't need much convincing to draw them :>

Enjoy my slightly older huntlow design that is definitely not just an excuse to draw Hunter with longer hair....

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The Owl House AU,

And He Deserved to Suffer a Fate Much Worse(prologue):

Hunter knew the truth nobody else on this island did.

There was no Titan, well there was the Titan they all lived on, but there was no all seeing and knowing entity behind that, it was just a corpse. Just a giant fucking skeleton.

This realization wasn't something he just knew one day, no it was something he slowly realized over time, slowly learning of this truth as time passed and Hunter was raised in this hellhole to believe his uncle was the prophet of this supposive Titan.

For the first few years he truly did believe. He believed his uncle when he said his creation as a grimwalker was the Titan’s will. He believed when he was told that it was the Titan's will he had to earn his right to exist more than anyone else, he believed when he was told the Titan had big plans for him, he believed he deserved any punishment the great Titan deemed necessary whenever he messed up. He believed that as a creation of his uncle, he was destined to be nothing more than an extension of him. He believed his uncle was a holy presence that deserved nothing but respect.

But all it would take was one moment for that unwaivering faith in the Titan to slowly begin to crack.

It all started the day he was sent out to kill a basilisk that had escaped the experiment chambers underneath the main building of the island, and as a way to prove his loyalty to the Titan his uncle sent him to take care of it. To prove he was worthy of the life his creator and uncle had bestowed onto him.

So at the young age of 8, he had been sent to find a horrible and dangerous creature said to be nothing more than a mindless and evil beast that was by the Titan's will brought back from extinction for the sole reason of experimentation under the Emperor's Coven.

Hunter had been training to fight since he could stand, and his uncle told him he was to kill the horrible demon, now that it had been exposed to the outside world

So with nothing more than a few weapons, medical supplies, and a map of the island he was raised upon, he went up on his quest to find and kill the beast.

Except...

Hunter watched as clouds gathered around the forest he was within, it was already nightfall but Hunter had always been very good at seeing in the dark. It seems it'll start raining soon. He glanced at his clothing and sighed, he was immune to the boiling rain due to the scales he was built with, but his clothing... not so much. He looked around and eventually fell straight into a burrow, so well hidden he would never have noticed it if not for falling right through. It was very large, with the packed dirt floors and large area likely being for a creature that had long left the burrow behind, and he fell just in time too. Hunter soon watched as boiling rain started falling through the hole he fell through after standing up.

Guess he should make camp for the night.

But as he started setting up he heard the unmistakable sound of... a little kid crying. He shot up at the sound as horror filled him. What was a child doing down here instead of at the town!? But as he stood there the sound disappeared as soon as it came. Was it... all in his imagination?

"Hello, is there someone there?" He asked hesitantly and he heard the unmistakable sound of a gasp. He immediately started walking in the direction of it as he felt worry start to fill him.

"What are you doing down here instead-" He started as he rushed towards the sound... only to freeze up on the sight in front of him.

The basalisk. The beast he was here to kill was sitting a few feet away from him, suddenly he was very aware of the supplies he had left at what was supposed to be his camp. Very aware the only weapon he had was the knife around his waist, a knife in clear view of the basalisk who was staring at him with its unnatural glowing eyes. Yet... somehow the beast before him seemed to be much more terrified of him than he was of it. Because before he could move in the slightest it pushed itself against the wall as tears started streaming from it's face.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! I'M SORRY FOR RUNNING AWAY! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!"

Hunter hadn't understood, even now he wasn't sure what he was thinking at that moment as this supposive horrible beast broke down into tears like a little kid expecting a beating(He would know...). All he could do in that moment was stare as the fear he had felt slowly melted away.

He didn't realize it at the time, and immediately pushed the thought away when it bared it's head, but right then and there he had questioned for the first time ever if what his uncle was saying was true. How could this scared child be a horrible and unfeeling beast while she sobbed and begged not to die at his feet? What he did next... was something he never truly understood, but something he would never regret.

He helped the basilisk escape, first he did his best to fake her death by cutting off her tail to present to the Emperor(as well as giving himself a few injuries to really sell it),and then gave her perfect instructions to escape the island.

He never saw her again, which meant she was either dead or had succeeded in her escape.

Hunter had been nearly certain that it was a lost cause that his uncle wouldn’t figure out the truth as soon as he came back, that his uncle would immediately know he had lied and he would be punished accordingly. But he still felt the need to try . To hope that the Titan would grant him mercy and not tell his uncle of his treachery, but even as he hoped he knew it was a lost cause.

And yet… he got away with it. HIs uncle believed him when he told him he had killed the basilisk, in fact he had praised him and given him a couple days off on training time for his success. It had been so confusing until he had remembered his uncles words.

‘Take care of it.’ It had been that thought, the thought of those words specifically was all it took for his faith in the Titan to remain secured and steadfast. He had done as he was required, he may not have killed it like his uncle had asked, but he had still taken care of it like the Titan had asked.

But it was still the first hit against his belief in the apparent all-seeing entity everyone in the Emperor’s coven loyally followed.

The second hit against his faith was his first horrible failure, uncle punished him badly enough he nearly died. He had just become an official part of the scouts less than a week ago, and it was the first time he had ever worked so hard. It was then that he truly learned what real work was like, not even being able to use any magic like his fellow scouts due to his galderstone being unable to hold magic like a witches heart would.

Just another reminder of how he was lesser and replaceable compared to normal witches.

That day he went on his first ever mission as a scout, and he failed miserably. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t remember the details anymore, as if something had forced him to forget it, repressing even the thought of what had caused the fury his uncle had felt towards him.

But he remembered the punishment perfectly, oh titan he could never forget the horrible punishment he had been given at the age of 10.

Hunter fell to a kneel in front of his uncle, bowing his head as the horrible shame for his failure hit him full force, the unfeeling mask of his uncle looking down upon him as he knelt. Never faltering for a second as dread filled Hunter alongside his shame and horrorvat what his uncle would deem the proper punishment for his horrible mistake.

How could he have messed up so badly? How could he have -------------------- and ruined everything like that? Hunter felt tears threaten to fall down his face, but he didn't allow it.

Crying was a weakness, a vulnerability that got people killed. Hunter had no right to such horrible weakness.

"Hunter, stand up." The grimwalker did so without a single word, making eye contact with his uncle despite the way it made his skin crawl. His uncle took off his mask and looked down at Hunter with a deceptively soft look in his eyes. “It hurts me so badly when you do things like this nephew. Before I was able to be softer with your punishments, but now that you’re a part of the scouts I cannot afford that luxury for you anymore. Do you understand this Hunter?” He asked as he put his hand on Hunter’s shoulder, and Hunter nodded without hesitation, he knew that whatever punishment his uncle would give him would be deserved, and he hoped that one day he would be able to prove that he had learned his lesson.

Hunter’s screams had echoed across the room, and he had been left on the ground, choking on his own blood until his uncle allowed a healer to heal him just enough to survive, it took over a month for him to fully heal physically, and he had completely lost his ability to make any sound. Simply trying to left him in horrible pain. When the bandages came off for good Hunter had been frozen in place as he stared at the injury.

It had left a horrible scar that started on his neck, going across it right where his vocal cords had been, and coming up to his left cheek, ending right below his eyebags.

It was after that that his uncle had told him the truth of the injury, the motivation behind it.

Hunter would never speak again, his vocal cords may heal enough to make small sounds, but it was the Titan’s will that for his horrible mistake he would never again be able to make anything more. Left nonverbal for the rest of his life as punishment.

At the time he had accepted it… felt he deserved it. That day was the one he never spoke to another person ever again, and yet… on his 11th birthday he managed to say a single word, something that had shocked him to his very core and left him really questioning if the Titan truly was real for the first time.

But like the last time he had pushed his doubts away, reasoning he was meant to never speak to another again. That should he speak to another then he truly would lose his voice for good. Believing the Titan had allowed him this chance to prove his loyalty and acceptance of his punishment. So even though his voice continued to slowly heal, he never allowed his faith to break.

His faith and belief in the Titan was fully destroyed shortly after he truly accepted his palisman as his.

He had been on a mission on the coldest side of the island when he first met the little bird. It was the most dangerous mission he had ever been on, and his uncle had told him it was this mission that would determine his worthiness of the Emperor’s Coven, and should he succeed he would truly earn his right to be the youngest ‘witch’ to ever be the Golden Guard. He had spent all his years as a scout working tirelessly to prove his worth, working twice as hard as any other scout to prove he truly did deserve the mantle of the Golden Guard ever since his uncle had first told him of it. This mission was his most important ever, and he could not under any circumstance allow himself to fail.

So at the age of 12, he descended into the most dangerous part of the island to find a mist fruit tree and bring the fruit that only bloomed once a year to his uncle. A mission that many scouts were sent to each year, but that most died trying to fullfill. Only the strongest and best magic users being able to complete the challenge.

At first, he had actually been doing very well, his countless years of training, learning to focus and so much more suited him very well on his quest to the tree, even if he got a few cuts and bruises, and even if he had nearly been eaten at least once, he was able to reach the tree, the fruit being in his sights, but…

Hunter stumbled into the clearing and lit up when he saw it.

The mist fruit tree was huge, over 40 feet tall with a ginormous trunk, the leaves covering its branches creating a thick darkness that covered the young Grimwalker despite it being the middle of the day. He slowly walked towards the tree, looking up and seeing the gray fruits hanging from its branches. His uncle had told him he would need to bring back 20, which theoretically shouldn’t be too hard with the hundreds of large juicy fruits hanging from the branches. But even as he started to walk closer and closer he couldn’t get over the feeling of nervous dread filling him. It had been so easy getting here… there had to be a twist of some kind, a danger that had yet to show its face. It could not possibly be as easy as climbing up the tree and gathering the fruit. He remained cautious and silent as he walked through the clearing, he was the only one around. There was no sound other than the wind silently rustling the leaves of the tree and his feet walking across the grassy floor, sometimes he would step on a leave and it would crunch beneath him, causing him to flinch violently, looking across the clearing only for nothing to appear.

It was… nervewracking to say the least. He knew it wasn’t this easy, he was certain that something would happen. But even as he reached the tree and pressed a hand against it…

Nothing continued to happen.

So cautiously and carefully he began to climb, keeping his senses open as he allowed instinct and muscle memory to lead his body as he climbed the tree, keeping his senses open as he scaled the tree. And by the time he was half-way and the darkness had only gotten much darker, he could feel his body aching and exhaustion starting to come over him. He had only gotten 6 hours of sleep the last few days and he was really feeling it. And as if the tree was responding to his pain, he happened upon a hole within the itt. Only adding to the apparent coincidence it was just large enough for him to slip in and lay down, with an impossibly soft ground that only heightened his exhaustion. Despite the suspicion he should have been feeling, he found himself too tired to care and promptly collapsed as soon as he entered, passing out on the soft mossy ground. At least… that’s what he remembered happening, because when he woke up he found himself at the foot of the tree instead, his bag for the fruit filled to the brim with the fruit he had been sent to collect. And before his shock could fade he heard the sound of tweeting and saw a little red bird sitting across from him.

Hunter had never been able to figure out what had truly happened that day. To this day he doesn't understand how he had managed to do something so many scouts before him couldn’t without any memory as to how. Even after he was able to hear Flapjack the bird did not have any idea how either, he had simply told Hunter that he had felt an indescribable pull towards the clearing that day, and knew immediately when he laid eyes on the sleeping grimwalker that he would be his user.

Though… Hunter hadn’t exactly made that easy for the palisman at first. He often cringed whenever he thought back to how he had treated his palisman, all of the times he had glared at the Palisman, angrily pointed at the window, wrote on paper or used sign language to tell him to stop following him, and overall refused to believe that he could be the user of the palisman for one major reason.

His uncle told him it was the Titan’s will that it would be impossible for a Grimwalker to bond to a Palisman. Due to his artificial nature and it being completely impossible for him to have a bile sack it was impossible for him to have a palisman, so even as Flapjack tried countless times to get Hunter to accept that he was his witch now, Hunter never allowed their bond to truly form. At least, until the day he became the Golden Guard, and spoke to someone other than himself for the first time when he had allowed himself to excitedly tell the palismen after the ceremony on his 13th birthday about his future. The moment he realized what he was doing he had slapped his hand over his face and had been left in horrified shock…

But after he could still talk. And when the palisman had celebrated with him, he finally accepted their bond…

And that was the moment that led to his belief in the titan shattering only a month later when his uncle had broken off a piece of his ear as punishment for something he didn’t even do, but was his fault ‘according to the titan.’

So he knew there was no titan, there never was, there never will be, and he was a fool for ever believing it.

But that was something that needed to be a secret, just like that fate of the basilisk, just like the voice he only used when alone with Flapjack, just like Flapjack himself.

Because he was still loyal to his uncle, his creator, the man who had given him life. Even if there was no Titan, he still loved and wanted to serve the man who had created him. He still deserved every punishment for failing him. His purpose may not be to serve the Titan, but he still owed his uncle his life and existence. He belonged to his creator, always had, always will. And if his uncle found out, well, he had made it clear faith in the Titan was something required. And grimwalker's like him were so very easily replaceable, if a bit of a hassle. Something he had known from the moment he was created.

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I thought of dropping these references of the owl house in case anyone needs them. I used them a few years back to build the owl house (I think the map got deleted, though, but at least I still got that screenshot)

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Art piece for a human au I have in my brain. Perks of being an artist include doing your own art for a fic that you wrote for you. The self indulgence is crazyyyy

Insane ramblings and such under the cut

Made a small (and rushed, and overall low quality) Azura doodle for the project too.

In my head this is a very similar story to "Eliza and Her Monsters" if you know it. Except I haven't read that book in years and I can't tell what ideas are mine versus the book but I don't want to go back and read it all lmao

Anyways, the premise of this would be Luz is a recent high-school graduate and she is in her last summer before college. She's known online as TheGoodWitch, the creator of the hit series The Legend of Azura (it's not as overly flowery in this au, more like Boiling Isles weirdness, as is custom from our Luz). Seemingly overnight the fan base of this series went from big to wayyy too many people and Luz has never felt more seen but also like there is so much pressure on her.

She had always promised herself she would finish the comic before college, so she has a goal that she'll finish it by the end of the summer. But than an Incident happens (undecided what) and Luz goes to spend the summer with Eda, a close family friend and job giver outer.

So she's working in this small town of Gravesfield, and meets all these interesting characters around town and a particularly pretty Amity Blight. A rich girl with a summer home right down the road. And wow! Amity turns out to be the biggest fan ever of The Legend of Azura!

It would be a shortish fic and mostly lighthearted because I think silly goofy vibes would fit this story best. But yeah. I think I'll write it to get it out of my system. And I also want to play around with maybe it being a part of a series because I love huntlow too and want to write about them... I'll find a way mwhahaha~

Anyways. That's my (very brief explanation of my) story idea. It's rough but I'm having a lot of fun coming up with diffrent interactions, and where diffrent characters have settled jn this human realm. Very fun. Would recommend.