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deliciouslyswaggytrashcan · 6 years ago

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Splintered Heart: A Nutcracker Tale (Nutcracker Shiro x Reader) Part Two

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Summary: The story of the nutcracker truly is a timeless one during the holiday season yet while it may seem nothing more than a dream, your venture was true and most certainly real. With the grandfather clock striking midnight, another world came into ours with the another battle of good vs evil was happening right under our noses. You had feared the battle yet one stood mighty above others-the nutcracker who led the charge also ensured your safety while you wished to return home. Yet there is much more in store upon the Christmas night

Author’s note: I really don’t know where this story is head nor how I am going to end it as there are so many endings to the story so I might just have to make one of my own yet we’ll see. Hope you all enjoy this second part

��Drosselmeyer!” As quickly as your father slammed the door open, he quickly slammed it closed. He stomped across the room towards you and grandfather. His face expressed pure rage and disappointment. His eyes moved from your face to the nutcracker that you held in your hands. You quickly began to shield the nutcracker away from your angry father, desperate to protect him from the rage of your father. Yet his hand was far too quick for your attempt to shield him as he ripped it away, slamming it onto the floor. “Stop filling Y/N’s head your fictional stories! They aren’t a child anymore!” The room continued to echo his yells even after it fell silent. His temper was always on a hair-trigger. The smallest thing would have him flying into a rage, yelling, saliva spitting out with each jagged word.

“Father, they were just-”

“Silence Fritz!!! Enough with this-ALL of this. Y/N, when will you learn enter into reality and stop acting like a child. Your are the oldest. YOU set the example for your brother and for the future of this family. Act like the next family head.” Following your father’s final comment, the door slammed shut once more as the laughter from the party continued just down the hall, people carrying after not seeing your father’s true nature.

Suffering. That's how one always described it. Although most believe it's much more than just "suffering". It was a plethora of shattered bones, burning flesh, and cracked skulls. In other words, it was pain and painful. Heavy, the air seemed to be as the agonizingly long as days drew on. The wants and needs to shed a tear but feeling nausea by the thought. No one was ever supposed to see the future head of your family cry. The Stahlbaum very too proud of a family to ever display their emotions to the public. Even when your mother passed, no one shed a tear. Yet in private, it was the opposite.

The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of your chin tremble like a small child and you looked toward the window, as if the light could soothe you. There is static in your head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress you live with. You hear your own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of you. Something you didn't know you had left to give. That's the way it is when people are harsh and cruel. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see.

Collapsing to your knees as you scooped the nutcracker into your hands. While he had not been broken, a rather large and jagged scratch appeared across the bridge of his nose.

“I’m so sorry... This is all my fault...” You whispered quietly, just repeating your words over and over again.

“Oh there’s no need to cry child. He’s been through worse than this. Come Fritz, go and enjoy the party. And I will fetch you some warm cookies with some warm apple cider.” Your grandfather’s word brought a sort of ease over you as he did what your father didn’t. The door to the drawing room was shut quietly which only left you alone with your thoughts and the scarred nutcracker.

Your feet carried you over to the large couch as eyes never left the nutcrackers’. Every second you could swore that you could feel him staring back at you. There was just something behind those eyes...Those deep grey eyes. They were so comforting. It could be rather laughable just how much a simple Christmas decoration could bring so much comfort to a person.

“So tell me nutcracker, if you were real, could you take me away from this place?” You sigh. “Just for one night... I want to escape this place and go far away...” Your head has become foggy, like that time when alcohol took you into oblivion, but you haven't drunk a drop. It's as if every eye lash weighs more than it should and gravity has been turned up ten fold. In moments you acquiesce and lie on the single pillow on the couch, brain checking out as you slide into instant sleep to escape the night.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick... The hypnotizing ticks of the grandfather clock came to a halt with 12 loud chimes that echoed through the room. The first chime stunned you. You rolled off the couch onto the floor with a heavy thump. Yet the chiming continued with its merciless noise. The room was pitch black yet your brain quickly came out its fog as you finally felt the blanket over your head. You tossed the blanket aside as you continue to lay on the floor, unleashing a groan. “Damn clock,” You toss the pillow at the grandfather clock, hoping it would shut the thing up. “Killjoy-” As you climbed to your feet, you noticed a small figure scurrying across the room. The fire had died out long ago yet the embers still burned.

The figure was followed by 20 more scurrying behind it with the sound of tiny footsteps across the elderly hardwood floors. Your hands reached for the matches and a few candles, hoping to see who or what would make such a noise so late at night. Striking the match and bringing it to the candle, your eyes adjusted to foreign light. The candle gives far less illumination than the meanest of electrical light bulbs, yet it is all your eyes can take. By the flickering yellow the room is dark, the shapes of the furniture discernible but the colors so muted that they are almost grey. Another small figure ran across the room, it’s yellow eyes turning towards the source of light in your hands. The candle you held fell to floor as you let out a gasp at the sight of the creature.

Every feature upon it’s face was-indescribable. It wasn’t a mouse, rat, or anything you had seen before. They were covered in purple fur with deep yellow eyes which signaled these creatures were anything but good. Their faces could only be described beastly if one was forced to describe them. They ranged from mammalian to reptilian. These were truly animals you had never seen before in any book.

The one who you had originally made eye contact with began running towards you at speeds you had never seen before. The fear sits on you like a pillow over your mouth and nose. Enough air gets by it, allowing your body to keep functioning, but it's crippling all the same. Your brain screamed at you to move yet your feet tripped over each other. Unable to catch your balance, your back slammed against the empty glass cabinet. It shattered upon impact with a shard of glass slicing your upper arm open. With your other hand, you pressed the wound tightly, feeling the warm blood between your fingers,sinking to the floor. As if the night wasn’t already bad enough for you, you would surely need stitches.

The beastly creatures appeared to be engaging in some sort of battle with more figures you could not see. One appeared to knock the weapon out of the hands of one figured that surely was fighting for good and not evil. It stood over them, preparing to deliver the final blow. Yet in moment which you thought was pure brilliance, you kicked your shoe off in the direction of creature about to kill the other figure. Thankfully, your aim was perfect as it sent the creature flying across the room. Of course you would never get your shoe back until morning yet you felt satisfied for taking down one of the creatures with nothing more than your shoe. Your confidence was short lived as others noticed your recent action and they did not look happy. They charged in your direction, now hundreds of glowing yellow eyes all staring at you.

Removing your now blood-soaked hand from you arm, you grabbed onto one of shelves. You had barely stood as your hand slipped off the shelf. You were falling too fast to catch yourself as the moment your head slammed into the floor, everything went black.

Your fluttered open soon after yet everything still remained fuzzy. For some reason now, everything in the room appeared much larger than before. Everything seemed like a mountain now. Even the shoe you had kicked off moments ago was almost the size of a elephant! Yet it was the grunting in front of you that brought your attention back to threat at hand. A soldier with his back towards you was fighting off every single beastly creature which charged towards you. He had defended you as you lay unconscious on the floor.

“Glad to see you’ve come to! Stay there and don’t move! It’s alright! I promise I’d protect wouldn’t I?” The man looked over his shoulder towards you, no longer pay enough attention to the battle he was. Your felt every nerve in your body freeze at the sight of the man’s face.

“N-nutcracker?!”

“You should call me by my actual name, Y/N. Shiro. My name is Shiro. It’s nice to finally meet you. I can’t begin to tell you how long I’ve been searching for you.”

DONE AND DONE! And with 5 minutes to spare before season 8 drops! What luck! Hope you all enjoy this second part despite how rushed it was and I hope you all enjoy season 8! ~Admin Mae

#voltron #Voltron legendary defender #VLD #voltron imagines #voltron reader insert #voltron scenarios #vld imagine #vld scenarios #shiro #vld shiro #shiro voltron #takashi shirogane #shiro x reader #takashi shirogane x reader #nutcracker au

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bellringermal · 7 years ago

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I have a low key headcanon that gherman used to craft things like dolls in his spare time before the hunters workshop perhaps as a means to make extra money, albeit smaller ones for children, which explains why he made such a lifelike doll so easily and maybe even why he's good at making clothes and weapons for hunters

Daisy and I have a pretty similar headcanon :)

Gehrman was always fascinated by small, pretty things since childhood. He used to cut figurines from newspapers and make little toys out of straw and scraps of clothing that he then had to keep hidden in a box under the floorboards because his father would’ve considered them girly and infantile.

[Pic from “Andersen. Zhizn bezlyubvi” because obscure period dramas are my jam. And if you read some of my posts before, you probably know that my fan fiction, from which 90% of my lore theories stemmed from, is a massive mixture of period dramas/gothic novels/historical figures’ biographies and even fucking Tchaikovsky ballets that I like very very VERY much.)

He hadn’t the worst childhood ever, but it was tough for a scrawny, quiet boy like him to be forced into combat training at such a young age. When he got hired at Byrgenwerth (and escaped his father’s clutches, so to speak) he could finally do whatever the heck he wanted in his free time and Dores and Edmund, being respectively a scholar and a handyman, encouraged his love for books and for tinkering with anything within range.

In our story, Master Willem selects his students and assistants because of their special talents and is (to an almost unbelievable level :P) able to ‘see greatness’ in them even before said greatness manifests. Willem is, to put it simply, a talent scout :P That is why he often recruits extremely young people like Caryll (9) and Micolash (14) only to then groom them into loyal students while enhancing their innate abilities.

With Gehrman, it was no different. And when many of his ‘hobbies’ became an integral part of his job, he began to take them really seriously and actually devoted entire years of work and research to the development of the spring mechanisms that made trick weapons possible and basic hunting gear, reason why all future hunter uniforms are based on that first model that he made out his own everyday clothes. When asked about his profession, he doesn’t see himself as a ‘weaponsmith’ but as ‘something more akin to a clockmaker’.

He obviously has his own (quite creepy) collection of little dolls and carillons but he keeps it in his room reason why not many of his students are aware of it, just like they don’t know about his secret stash of cheap romance novels :P. The rough instruments of death that he crafts at the workshop with Archibald’s assistance are in stark contrast with the delicate clockwork toys that are found on his desk next to the tiny tools and watchmaker magnifying glasses.

[Pics from “Nutcracker the motion picture” 1986]

Lil extract from my fanfic below the cut because I think I’m getting decent at translating this crap XD

[Picture from ‘Crimson Peak’. Thomas Sharpe lil workshop in the attic. It’s a trope and I love it.]

As she looked around, Maria could see that that wasn’t the workplace of an amateur. Screwdrivers, pincers and labeled boxes brimming with bolts and stain springs of any size filled the dustless shelves of cedar wood as two big oil lamps lit the quiet, humble room of the First Hunter uniformly projecting their glow on the desk. The floral wallpaper was almost completely hidden by three huge cork boards covered in blueprints and heavy metal chains ran down from the ceiling just like they did in the actual Workshop. But instead of dangling siderite blades, what floated over the noblewoman’s head were cogs as big as those she has seen on the pedestal of the Lunarium’s telescope.

It was then that she remembered that Gehrman was also asked to keep the elevator at the edge of the woods in working order so that students could get from Yharnam’s outskirts straight to the college without venturing too far into the forest.

How many tasks was that man assigned to, again? Hunter Chief, groundskeeper, weaponsmith, handyman… Master Willem better be paying him generously, she thought as she wondered if her teacher’s room was always that organized and clean or if he had tidied it up for the occasion.

No matter the answer, it felt like something WAS out of place. Actually, it felt like something was missing. As she scanned the shelves, one in particular caught her eye. Like the others, it was perfectly clean but instead of harboring meticulously organized tools and parts it was empty except for one small, bizarre shiny thing that Maria mistook for a golden egg at first glance. She took the weird object in her hands only to discover a small key inserted in its round side. A wind-up toy? She herself owned a few of those when she was little, one had the shape of a carousel and its curtains lifted once the key was turned, revealing a row of tiny running horses. What was hidden inside that golden egg? A mechanical goose, perhaps? She knew the fairytale by heart.

Won by her own curiosity and without even asking herself why stern old Gehrman would even possess such a thing, she turned the key three times, balancing the egg on the palm of her gloved hand. When the mechanism clicked, she realized that something was not working as intended since the petals in which the golden-finished surface was split into could barely move. Perhaps it was broken, or some parts were missing. Still, the tiny clockwork prisoner trapped inside the shell kept bouncing and clicking inside the egg, almost begging to be freed. She gently pressed upon the tip, parting the petals with her thumbs as a twinkling sound filled the silent room with a familiar tune. It was the central portion of a folk song often sang during weddings and Spring celebrations. Finally free from its golden shell, a graceful female figure now danced on the huntress palm. The little automata was unpainted and naked, clearly unfinished, with only a ribbon tied around her metal torso, probably marking her waist point before a dress could be made for her. Her hair was cast in copper, each lock finely chiseled.

Gehrman snatched the toy from her fingers before she could even realize he had entered the room. How did she remain oblivious to his presence for so long, she didn’t know, but the entrancing dance of the little figure was most likely to be blamed.

“I-it’s not finished! Don’t look at it!”

“Have you made it?” She asked with a smile, seeing how he cradled the little thing in the cup of his large, bony hands. “It’s lovely. I am no expert, but it looks really well made.”

He nervously brushed the back of his head “Well… thanks.”

“I didn’t know you were into such cute little things. It… suits you. Somehow.” The ballerina was still spinning on her pointy feet when the First Hunter placed the carillon on the shelf and turned to the desk.

“Have you brought your gun, Maria? Let me see what’s wrong with it.”

She blinked. She had almost forgotten why she came to the hunter’s room in the first place. “Oh, yes I believe the flintlock is broken. Or at least parts of it.“

“Let me see it.” She handed the Evelyn to her teacher, but her attention was still on the little doll. “Have you made more of these?” She asked as the mechanism came to a stop and the ballerina froze in place, her body tilted in a slightly unnatural position.

“Of what?”

Maria raised an eyebrow, unamused. “Wind-up toys, Gehrman.”

The silver screwdriver he was using to remove the flintlock from the beautiful wooden frame of the Cainhurst gun shook between his fingers, but a warm smile appeared on his lips. “It’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”

Maria rested her back against one of the shelves “Why ‘guilty’? I know people that would pay a fortune for stuff like this.”

“I guess I could devote myself to it once I retire. If I don’t get killed first.” “Gehrman’s toyshop, mh? Doesn’t sound bad. You could make tiny stain hunters and beasts that open their jaws and roar. I used to steal my cousin’s stain soldiers and wooden swords. Why do boys always get the better toys?“

“Not fond of your dolls, I presume.”

“I had so many, but truly cherished only one of them, Janice, a brunette. She was engaged to one of Ghislain’s stain officers even if she was almost three times his size. Perhaps he went to war because he was afraid of her.”

Gehrman chuckled, as his capable hands carefully replaced the gun’s splinter “I’m not sure about that, as our dear Konrad proves, some men really like their women tall.”

Maria sat down on the desk next to him to watch him work, oblivious to the sudden blushing of his cheeks now that her well-toned thighs were so close to his elbow.

“Janice really looked a bit like Gratia now that I think about it. Now… why don’t you tell me where you hid all your other creations? That empty shelf is really suspicious, you know?” She teased him, crossing her legs.

It was in moments like that that Gehrman questioned his own judgemental skills. Was she truly flirting with him or was it all just wishful thinking?

He snapped out of confusion bringing back his attention to the Evelyn “You have a good eye.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I stored them all in the drawer right under the shelf. Not so imaginative. Nor that far from their original placement.”

She didn’t move, her eyes wandering on the First Hunter’s angular face. “Why have you hid them?”

“At times I just feel more comfortable around machines than people.” he admitted, letting out a long sigh. “At times I even prefer beasts to people.”

Maria threw her head back, dangling her legs like a child on a swing. “Don’t we all?”

He moved the gun closer to the oil lamp “…it should work now. But let’s wait till it’s morning to try it. We don’t want to scare everyone to death by firing a few shots so late at night.”

“Definitely not. Thank you so much, Gehrman.” She took the short musket from the man’s hand and placed it back in her holster. “So, about that drawer…” “FINE! I’ll show you.” He blurted and Maria returned his slightly annoyed glance with a smile.

Gehrman rose from his chair, suddenly reminding the young woman of his impressive height. Considering his quiet and reserved behavior, it was easy to imagine him as one of those small fellows who always get trampled upon in boisterous crowds, but his appearance didn’t fit such a mental image at all.

He crossed the room and pull out a key from the pocket of his sage green vest to open the mysterious drawer. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

Maria tilted her head “I can’t promise such a thing. Your expression is already pretty hilarious to look at.”

He sighed again, slowly opening the drawer. It was well worth the risk. After all, Maria looked even prettier when she smiled.

#anon ask #headcanons #gehrman the first hunter

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speedartist-skyliner · 11 months ago

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1! I'm using Google Translate for the German/Japanese in the comic sorry if it sounds weird or wrong.

I hope @exittotheartscape is ok I emulated their art style for my add to their post.

Merry Christmas this year I didn't have a lot of time or energy so I went for fun. This is a gift for @pinkyhaert- the owner of Hollyberry- and @highflyartist - the owner of Saragona- and Me ~speedartist-skyliner - the owner of Hunter-. This idea I wanted to add on for years now. I love this idea. Why well it fits with something about Hunter's/Cole's world Vltoast (pronunciation vol-toast). Their world has a spell on it for travelers/visitors to the world to let anyone understand their language and vice versa for the habitants. But the spell doesn't cover the written word, so travelers/visitors can't read anything unless they learn.

For that fact, Saragona hates it here for not understanding what's going on. The man can't read street signs. The man can't even read menus. It drives him up the wall. Yes, he can ask for help but he seems like the person who would rather do it himself, and he can normally, but not here. But apparently not anymore with this curse/spell maybe breaking.

More fun content under the cut -And translations for the text-

You might wonder why Hollyberry doesn't complain like Saragona. Saragona and Hollyberry visit this world differently. Saragona stays in this world for long periods of time partially due to him liking the magic and "safety" At least he knows his brother is not here. For Hollyberry visits in quick bursts. Meets up with Hunter, Mufften, and Cassidy having a bit of fun. And exchanging stories on what's going on and eventcholy having to leave. Even if Hollyberry stays for a bit he could download the written word so he can translate it to something he can understand. Yes, Hollyberry has cheats at least for text speaking or understanding when spoken to in this language is a whole different beast.

The fun part of this situation is Hunter ruffly can understand them due to his creature talk ability. It can vaguely give the user an understanding of what other species are saying. Like here are two examples. 1 If a magical creature asks for ("A steak from Ton's shop at the west side town.") Hunter would understand that they want (A steak from a shop west of town) but a lot of specifics get lost. 2 Here a another this time from Saragona. Saragona says here (" Now I'm going to kill the son of a gun who did this.") Hunter would understand that Saragona Is (Going to kill a person of a weapon who did this.). It's pretty fun for him.

Also, Hollyberry can speak Japanese & English which are his main languages. And Saragona can speak German, Russian, and English are his main languages… Technically they both could switch to English to talk to each other then they could get Hollyberry to translate Hunter's writing to communicate better. They might figure this out later though…

(translations :D )

Hunter: OH.. It looks like the translation spell is gone. Holly: This is weird I thought I had your guy's languages in my system. Saragona: What NO! THIS IS NOT FAIR! I can't even read this place's menus. NOW THIS! Saragona: Now I'm going to kill the son of a gun who did this. Hunter: Well there goes Saragona. At least this is not too bad. I never thought understanding magical creatures would come in handy. Hunter can understand vaguely what everyone is saying due to his creature talk ability. It can vaguely give the user an understanding of what other species are saying. Holly: Wait almost got it! I could translate between you guys. Don't leave!

So, I got an idea yesterday…and it possessed me until I finished this.

Since there are so many Nutcrackers from so many countries, I thought it would be interesting if we saw them all speaking their own languages. And, of course, the logical conclusion was to have them all be cursed so this could happen.

Abel and Seb belong to @freckleocalypse

Noel belongs to @youronlydrpepper

Ben belongs to @noovamulticolors

Yuri belongs to @ahjones94

Cosette and Edgar belong to @nijiomii

(translations under the cut :D )

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speedartist-skyliner · 2 years ago

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Nutcracker month

Day 14 Supplies

Saorise is Anemo

Hunter throughout the years he's gotten supplies of armor and weapons. Sometimes from finding them and sometimes gifts to give people who might need them fighting long side Hunter. This time it benefiting Saorise. Who came into this place kinda vulnerable. So Hunter gave her some of his armor. Saorise the sweet girl finds this so cool.

Saorise belongs to @morskijez00

#Splinter story: A nutcrackers wish.#aberration of the elements #nutcracker #my artwork #fan art #my style #my art #myart #nutcracker month 2022

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speedartist-skyliner · 5 months ago

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It's done 3 years... My goodness. I like how it's turned out my kiddos are moving and I'm so happy! This is how Hunter meets Cassidy for the first time as a nutcracker. Sadly Hunter doesn't get the time to ask questions. Miern the Mouse Prince attacks them thinking a possible intruder came to harm the people of the Dome yet again, leaving no choice but to send Hunter's hope away to keep them safe. Hopefully, they will meet again and help Hunter to find a way out.

Thanks @magnetothehedgehog for his voice work for Hunter their amazing. And thanks @pinkyhaert help me contact them.<3

Also, it's wild to see the first version of this. They look weird and my voice. I'm mildly tone death to my voice but man. laughs It's really cute for the first try. to see the growth. Man…So yeah, I made this for one due to me wanting to make a comic for this series, and for two thought it would be a weird introduction to the series sens it's going to be a comic but couldn't pass it up to see them in action. But it will take more planning the comic out before it starts. And a short comic version of this for the series but will always link this version to.

p.s, the full version of the thumbnail under the cut.

#myart #my art #nutcracker #animation #oc #Splinter story: A nutcrackers wish #short story #Youtube

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speedartist-skyliner · 11 days ago

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Happy Halloween Everyone!

Hi everyone I hope you all are having a great Halloween. I have decided to do cute animatic's this year. I would have tried animations but let's just say I'm not doing well;') . But that won't stop me from enjoying this holiday.

I tried to draw every one of the oc's as a character throughout media. Hunters is Alucard from Castlevania (because Alucard can turn into a wolf and Hunter would find Alucard relatable in a way. -I only know the show more than the games.-). Hollyberry is Moon from Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach (Hollyberry finds Moon fun and a bit unnerving he probably wonders how he was before his glitch. And maybe Holly's aware of @Pinky"s fnaf true colors au and wanted to be something like Knight Daylight & Knightlight.). Saragona is a phantom (what kind is it mixed he's wearing a phantom of the opera mask, and the outfit of the ghosts from SONIC Night of the Werehog short. And left eyes are inspired by Pomni possessed by ghosts and his right eye is inspired by Amy Rose the Hedgehog possessed by a ghost.). Why is he a ghost here? Well, he dressed up and used a magical gateway and yeah his costumes turned him into what he dressed as.

Rick's outfit is Scott Howl from Monster Prom (Why Scott Howl seems to be rowdy and excitable and friendly. That stuff reminds me of Rick with Li. -I don't know more than that though never seen much of Monster Prom. I was talking with a friend about ideas for Rick and they said this would fit.). Cole's outfit is Sebastian Solace from Roblox Pressure ( Cole finds potential sympathy for this man. They are both experiments treated poorly by others. But Cole doesn't know how to feel about him further than that. what he did.. and potentially did before he turned into the form he is now. Makes her hesitant to feel bad for him completely. -P.s. I have watched some lore videos about Roblox pressure. So I don't know everything about it.).

Hunter belongs to speedartist-skyliner -Aka me-

Hollyberry belongs to @pinkyhaert

Saragona belongs to @highflyartist

Rick lovegood belongs to @metallicartist

Cole belongs to speedartist-skyliner -Aka me-

Movies under the cut

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#happy halloweeeeeeen #Hope everyone likes this treat #myart #my art #my oc #friends oc #Splinter story: A nutcrackers wish #the littlest nutcracker brave #FRACKSHER SHOCK #scopophobia #ommetaphobia #many eyes'#Gold heart #Rick lovegood #Youtube #aberration of the elements #friends ocs

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speedartist-skyliner · 1 year ago

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HAHAHA! Hunter has dog/wolf tendencies even in his more human form. He's Honestly embarrassed about it. So when in his wolf form he can't help it. especially when another wolf nutcracker starts it, Koda (belongs to @pinkyhaert) wanted to see who would win in a tug-of-war. It was meant to be friendly fun but … Yeah Hunter needs more socializing with other wolf nutcrackers.

I've been meaning to draw Holly's wolf boy Koda interacting with Hunter for a bit now. But all of them would have been edgy comics. So.. Yeah. This was meant for Halloween yesterday but ran out of time. Hope everyone likes it.

#myart #my art #oc #splinter story: a nutcrackers wish #nutcracker oc #my oc #nutcracker fanart #my friends oc #belated Halloween

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speedartist-skyliner · 1 year ago

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warning gore, blood, and eating and seeing of organs.

@pinkyhaert Your Boy is doing his best to help. Only if Hunter let him.

Hey, Hunter has a new design! You guys seem to think that Hunter is harmless. What about now? His job is pretty much fighting. And well if you're wondering about Hunter's late-night snacking. Hunter is suffering through Lumos corruption. To treat Lumos corruption you may 1 fuel dead crystals to release the extra Lumos in your body. Or two get in contact with or consume Virulent to get it to eat up the extra Lumos in your body. Hunter does both but method Two is what's better for him and his job. Due to the Corrupteds he has to kill which are overloaded with Virulent -that's why they're corrupted in the first place.

P.s. Two things before I go. One Hunter's "old design is still canon to a point in his story. And Two His whole true self comment is all about people in this world showing your true self means showing yourself through your magic freely. Due to how Hunter's magic is destructive in nature leads him to hide it.

explanation under the cut

Lumos corruption is a condition people develop through not using their magic bottling it up or getting exposed to too much Lumos. Or last was being born with too much Lumos in their body people that have this one has a hard time using or releasing Lumos-Hunter has both-. You can develop crystals inside or outside your body like a geode if not treated. Meaning bones, teeth, organs, or your blood could become crystallized. Mainly Lumos corruption can turn you into a human glow stick.

Aberrations that have this condition can have an easier time adapting to it and treating it. But humans that have this are on a tightrope between becoming Aberration or Corrupted.

Hunter is now an Aberration. But he was human first. Leading for him having a harder time with it. To treat Lumos corruption you may 1 feowl dead crystals to release the extra Lumos in your body. Or two get in contact or cunsoom Virulent to get it to eat up the extra Lumos in your body. Hunter dose both but methed Two what's better with him and his job. Do to the Corrupteds he has to kill are overlord with Virulent -thats why their corrupted in the first place.

Hunter is now an Aberration. But he was human first. Leading for him having a harder time with it.

Bonus Gore: Stuff I ended up covering up

#gore #blood #organs #warning gore #and eating and seeing of organs.#splinter story: a nutcrackers wish #myart #my art #nutcracker oc #with friends oc #my oc stuff

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