#hollow mind spoilers

[localbidisaster]

The Truth - TOH Hunter x Reader

Summary: Hunter tells Reader about the whole Grimmwalker thing

Warnings: possible spoilers for Hollow mind and Thanks to them

You can tell that something's wrong, that something's bothering him. He's been quieter than usual, distancing himself not only from you but everyone else. Well, everyone else except for Willow.

It's something you've feared for a while now. He's been getting closer to her, and you can't help but worry that your relationship is nearing its end.

You can't blame him. She's considerate, powerful, courageous, and so much more. She'd be perfect for him...

At this point, it seems inevitable. He's going to break up with you. At first, it hurt; well, it still hurts, but not nearly as much as it did in the beginning. You're trying to accept it. You love him. You'll always love him. You love him enough to let him go if it means he'll get the happiness he's always deserved.

"(Y/N)?" He asks you one evening, visibly nervous. "Can I talk to you outside?" You nod, faking your best smile. "Of course."

It's time.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before following him out of the door and onto the porch. You sit down next to him on the bottom step, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

He takes a deep breath of his own, "You can do this, Hunter," he mumbles to himself. "There's something, umm..." He pauses, trying to find the right words, "I'm not—it's just–" he sighs, burying his head in his hands. "Titan, I knew this would be hard but I thought I was more prepared than this..."

I'm not in love with you anymore. You can imagine him saying it. It's probably what he wanted to say. You turn your head away from him, quickly wiping away the few tears that managed to escape your eyes.

"Are you going to break up with me,  Hunter?" You ask, sniffling.  "What?" He exclaims in shock, looking terrified as he turns to look at you. "N-No! Never! Why would you think that?" He blurts out, voice laden with fear and confusion.

"You—You're crying– Oh my titan," he gasps, moving to gently wipe away your tears. "Tell me what's wrong. Please! I need to fix whatever I did."

You sniffled again. "You didn't do anything wrong... I'm just being insecure..." He frowns, "You can tell me what's bothering you, you know that, right?" His hands move to cup your face, "You've always been there for me, and I'll always be here for you."

You lean into his touch. "Nothing makes me happier than knowing that you've made more friends," you explain, "But, something's been bothering you recently, and you've been distant. Willow seems to be the only one you want to be around anymore... I'm afraid you don't love me anymore because you've fallen for her."

You gently move Hunter's hands off your face, leaning away from him. "I love you so much. If you're happier with her than I want you to be with her, it's what you deserve."

Small amounts of tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away. "Willow is one of my best friends, but that's all she is. I don't want her. I want you. I've only been spending so much time with her because I had to tell you something important but I was afraid that you'd... sorta... Break up with me..."

You tilted your head slightly in confusion. "Willow was helping to reassure and prepare me to tell you," he elaborated. A mix of relief and concern flooded you.

"What did you want to tell me that had you so scared?" You questioned. He took a deep breath, "You can do this, Hunter..."

"Do you know what a Grimmwalker is?" He asks, looking away. You think for a moment. "I think I read about them in a book once. They're clones that come from a whole bunch of different ingredients. Bones of who they originated from and whatnot, if I recall correctly."

He nodded slowly, "I'm a Grimmwalker. When Luz and I got trapped in Belos's mind we found out. He created me, (Y/N). I don't even know who or what I am. I don't know if I'm human, a witch, or something entirely different. I... I don't even know if you'll still love me now that you know."

With tears streaming down his face he refused to look at you. "Hunter..." You whispered. "Hey... Look at me," you said softly, gently grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. "Why would I stop loving you? You didn't choose how you came into this world. It's not your fault."

You smile warmly, "I can't stop loving you. I don't care about who or what you may or may not be, all I care about is that you're you." He blushes lightly as you proceed to gently kiss his tears away.

"You aren't mad or anything because I'm a Grimmwalker?" He hesitantly asks. You shake your head, "No. Absolutely not." He smiles, "I love you." You grin, "Love you, too."

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter:

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[hyperfixated-chaos]

Okay, but real talk: Wittebro was such a sweetheart, though. I mean, take one look at the Hollow Mind background memories and tell me that isn't the sweetest, most wholesome boy to ever exist. He just wanted to live a happy lil life with his brother n partner and carve some wood <3

And I guarantee you he named Flapjack after his favourite food. I mean, LOOK AT HIM and tell me his favourite food isn't pancakes. Tell me as a kid his parents weren't like "get up, boys, we made pancakes for breakfast" and he drags Philip out of bed, bolts downstairs, and bounces impatiently in his chair with the widest, sparkling eyes you've ever seen. I dare you. Look me in the eyes and deny it. That's right, you can't.

Everyone's like "What's your bird's name?" and thinks it's so childish it's Flapjack but it does not phase him. They're just missing out on how precious and adorable his lil birdie is. Everyone thinks he's this weird, goofy guy and his partner's just like "Yes and it's endearing <3 I want to kiss that stupid face."

And he'd joke about the name, too; he's sitting in his house at breakfast just like "Heyyy buddy~ I really hate to eat you but you just look so delicious -eats pancakes-" while Flapjack just sits there, unimpressed.

Just his two favourite things, flapjacks and Flapjack, other than his family ofc T-T You cannot convince me he wouldn't do literally anything for his brother and his wife, he loved them so much-

TL;DR stan Wittebro, kill Belos

[grandpa-belos-simp]

Hollow Mind moment. Look at this little scamp, don’t ya just want hug the wee guy?

Just uh…ignore everything behind him. Focus on da little boy who is absolutely not an evil grandpa posing as a good child :>

Some goopy soul monster is not having a good time, arrest it >:((

[soni-dragon]

“we went the two of us into…”

Thinking of the Wittebane brothers with this song.. well if it was an animatic it’s basically Phillip getting worse and worse

+ bonus and a red version

[waywardsunlight]

Goopy McStabbington

[toffee-peanuts-are-nice]

can you imagine hating witches so much you become one to kill all of them? couldn't be me, y'all stay safe though

[briefmusicbouquet]

am i going to keep running with this "bat queen and darius adopt hunter after belos gets his ass kicked" au?

yes, absolutely, this has been the only thing trapped in my brain ever since i made that post about hunter running into the bat queen after hollow mind

i can see it now,

hunter caleb *very excited to play his first official flying derby match with the team, and also for the first time has adults that care about his interests and wellbeing* : guys! look! both my parents could make it to the game, isn't that great!!!

the team and their parents: *see a fucking former COVEN HEAD and the BAT QUEEN*

gus and willow, "last time they saw the bat queen she was holding them hostage": caleb how in the name of the titan's femur did you do this

edit 5/1: i forgot the gap in his teeth oops it's fixed now

[dnptrashlikesart]

"What a shame. Out of all the grimwalkers,

you looked the most like him."

the boy needs a hug

*open for better quality*

Hope you like it!!! please reblog :)

[questionable-candi]

Willow: So, are you a morning person or a night person?

Hunter: ...

Hunter: I'm barely even a person.

[hi-im-your-friend-now]

⚠️TOH SPOILERS⚠️

//TW FOR KNIVES, BLOOD, MURDER, FIRE, FRATRICIDE, DEATH. NOTHING MUCH MORE THAN IN THE SHOW BUT YOU KNOW

I “renovated” some of the paintings from Hollow Mind. :D

I’m pretty proud of them tbh. I tried to figure out how to recreate the art style and renovate the burned places, though I kept the scratches because they seemed too important to take away.

(And yes I have posted these before on other blogs and on Insta but this is where I talk about TOH the most so I figured my TOH mutual would be more likely to see them here)

(Reblogs good, reposting without permission bad. Hope u like)

[the-void-to-scream-in]

Is anyone else thinking about the fact that Luz is indirectly responsible for the fact that Belos was able to make Hunter?

One of the ingredients needed to make a grimwalker is Stonesleeper Lungs.

The beast Philip couldn't get past was a Stonesleeper, and Luz showed him how to incapacitate it without turning it to stone.

Luz showed him how to get Stonesleeper Lungs.

[unicornlovers10]

The only definitive thing that Cat Blanc and Hollow Mind have in common is the amount of brainrot that they give me.

[hyperfixated-chaos]

The superior version of the "Baby boy/Evil" meme.

(Feel free to repost with credit/link and use without credit!)

[the-sunshine-dims]

three seconds

After months of inactivity i present you a fic for a different fandom becuase it emotionally wrecked me

ao3

Words: 1355

Summary: Hunter runs from the owl house

Contents and Warnings: hollow mind spoilers, hunter angst, ambiguous/open ending, implied/referenced child abuse,

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It took exactly three seconds for everything to crash down onto Hunter.

 Every horror, every emotion.

 And the terrifying realization that his unc- Belos, wanted to kill him.

Three seconds and he couldn’t breathe. trying desperately to get air in his lungs but it just didn’t work , he felt like was choking and he ripped his cape off- the cape he had held beloved only mere hours earlier- and just stared at it in abstract horror, the sudden taste of bile mixed with dirt overwhelming his senses.

 He needs to run.

 He needs to hide .

 He doesn’t even notice as his body tries to do just that until he felt the biting evening wind against his skin.

  Is it his skin? 

 He hears the shouts of his name, hears the distressed chirps of Flapjack, but he can’t stop.

 He doesn’t know if he wants to.

 He doesn’t know anything anymore.

 Did he ever? Or did he just think he did?

 He doesn’t know that either, but, despite how twisted everything is, he almost longed to go back to that ignorance, even with the appearance of a new scar almost on the weekly.

 He doesn’t want to know what he knows now; he just wants to go home.

 He wants a home to go back to.

 He wants his uncle, his only semblance of a family.

 Not that Belos had ever agreed. and he’d never really hidden that he didn't agree either, had he? 

 Hunter had always just been too stupid to realize it-

  ‘What a shame. Out of all the grimwalkers, you looked the most like him.’

 He was going to be sick. 

 He was just a copy of someone Belos used to know, he wasn’t a witch- what was he? who was he? 

 Was he anyone?

 Was he real?

 He wanted to sob as the questions bubbled up in him, but he couldn’t, he just had to run. run, and escape.

 Run and hide.

 He wanted to sob even more as the low-hanging tree branches whipped at him, seeming like they wanted to hit him. and if they did, they succeeded. because he could feel the up-and-coming scrapes and bruises and he knew it was weak, and he couldn’t afford weakness, especially not right now.

 But he wanted to cry.

 It was a luxury Hunter could not afford, he never could. but he wanted to cry, as every question plagued his mind and as every branch hit him and as every time he tripped he got his uniform dirtier and dirtier- but it wasn’t his uniform anymore, he wasn’t the golden guard anymore.

 And that fact alone finally cracked the wall, sending tears down his face as he ran and ran through the woods.

  He wasn’t real.

  Belos never cared for him, he never loved him.

  He was just a pawn to be sacrificed at the earliest convenience.

 He’d always tried to make him proud. always done anything he could to help. but Belos had never cared.

 And he would never forgive him. because he wanted to kill him. This was just an excuse.

  The emperor is not a merciful man.

 He wants to laugh at the irony, but he doesn’t. just choking down another sob, his eyes blurry and his throat clogged.

 Abruptly Hunter hears frantic chirping from behind him, signaling that Flapjack has followed him, and suddenly he's overcome by the urge to stop- maybe check on the bird. maybe just stop in general, surrounded by the comforting chitters of the palisman.

 but no matter what he wanted to do.

 he can't. 

 He can’t do anything, he can’t feel his arms or legs or anything else, he just watches as his body runs.

  It’s not his body.

  His skin isn’t his, his bones aren’t his, nothing is his.

  He saw those photos, those terrifying photos of memories, of someone practically identical to him.

 Belos created him, over and over again, just to kill him.

 Suddenly he pitched forward as his foot caught on something- probably a stray root. and it just made him sob louder.

 He felt so juvenile, and he knew he was being too loud, if scouts were looking for him they would be able to find him on just that noise alone.

 He didn’t stop.

 Instead, he just shoved himself into the nearest tree, pulling up his knees and sobbing pathetically, with a force that shook him.

 He was going to die.

 He was going to die, right here, there was nothing he could change about that, he knew the power the emperor coven had, but he was still.. so scared.

 He wanted to go home, to his room in the castle, with his maps and puzzles, and his books, and his stupid frog stuffy he had stolen from the confiscated-stuff box .

 He wanted to go home, he wanted his family.

 He didn’t want to die.

 He didn’t want to be a grimwalker.

 He didn’t want to have someone else’s bones.

 He remembers the day he'd seen that book- he’d only even seen a page as he entered the throne room, he had picked it up to try and put it on the table for his uncle.

 he’d only even barely caught a glimpse of three of the ingredients- his ingredients. before it was ripped from his grasp by a suddenly furious emperor, leaving him with a brand new ‘training wound’ when he left that had never quite healed properly.

 That selkidomis, the one the emperor had ordered be killed.

 That was him.

 His body shook harder, and he felt nauseous.

  witchlet? okay? What happened? Upset?

 The words filtered through his mind as he finally noticed his palisman hovering anxiously above him, trying desperately to get his attention.

 He wasn’t a witch.

 Could he even have a palisman? 

 What would Flapjack do when he told them- palisman weren’t witches, they weren’t as judgmental- maybe they wouldn’t leave?

  But why would they stay with someone who wasn’t even real? Hunter's mind questioned.

 Flapjack seemed to grow incessantly more distressed as they started tugging at his hair harshly, trying desperately to get any reaction.

 Instead, Hunter just curled tighter into himself as the endless everything got louder and louder.

  Upset! Young chick, I help!

 He didn’t hear them.

 Everything just got fuzzy.

 He was going to get killed.

 He was going to die.

 Belos was going to kill him.

 Maybe if he’d been better Hunter would’ve proved he wouldn’t betray him, maybe he would still be at his uncle's side.

 He didn’t want to be at his uncle's side.

 He didn’t want to be at Belos’s side.

 He… didn’t know what he wanted.

 It didn’t matter.

 he had nowhere to go, there was nowhere to hide and his legs hurt more than he’d ever felt, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide.

 And he couldn't change anything.

 He was alone.

 He suddenly heard a shuffling of bushes and muffled arguing that proved at least the last part wrong.

 He had almost been annoyed at the human for following him, going to yell at her to go away, until he realized a very important detail.

  That wasn’t the human’s voice.

 He’d been found.

 And he couldn’t escape.

 He pressed further into the tree- like that would do anything.

 So much training and for what, for him to die like a feral, cornered, beast?

 Still, he didn’t try to run.

 He couldn’t, not really.

 So instead he just looked at the ground, letting what felt like a blanket of gray settle itself firmly onto his shoulders, leaving him more numb than anything else.

 Hunter was the golden guard- well ex- golden guard, he had endured far worse training , than this, he didn’t even remember the last time he cried before today.

 But here he was like a sniveling toddler sobbing and just sitting there, doing nothing .

 And he didn't do anything to change that.

 Finally, he heard the people step out of the thicket- two still arguing quietly before suddenly it cut off.

 and instead, 

 a large shadow loomed over him.

 …

 “Little prince?”

[purplerose244]

So I'm not sure how much of the original person remains into a Grimwalker, if just appearances or something more, but judging by the fact that all Golden Guards apparently turned their back to Belos and I want to believe Wittebro is a good dude, I like to think at least something stays. Maybe little bits of something

With that being said... what if Hunter had dreams about Wittebro's past but always thought were dreams of himself since there was always someone looking like him although as an older version?

Maybe being in a world of magic and feeling fascinated by it? Almost like seeing it for the very first time?

Maybe exploring and taking everything in like he never did before?

Maybe living, laughing, wanting a future?

Maybe... maybe dark figure facing him, so very angry and hateful. Maybe someone painfully familiar killing him, making him wake up in a cold sweat? Again and again?

They are all dreams though, right?

All dreams...