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did someone say centaur hunter? no? no one? ... too bad i already made it.
#the owl house#toh#the owl house au#toh au#hunter wittebane#centaur au#its only him btw#hunter is the one one changed#its a 'i fucked up my soup' situation on philip's end
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bunch of silly doodles of these guys from the past week or so
#sorry but i have a lot of love and the only way i know how to show it is to put these kids in situations. horrifying OR silly.#especially silly bc im silly and it's what i want to see.#watch my art style change subtly each time bc i can never commit#the owl house#toh#emerald trio#gus porter#willow park#hunter noceda#hunter toh#my art#my fav is the one where shes chasing them up the steps#fanart#the owl house season 3
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Part Two / Part Three
Ao3
It's 8:45 am.
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
It was a nice little system that worked for them.
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.
"Mind if I have a word outside?"
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.
Wayne stared up at him.
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.
Wayne really did owe him.
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.
Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.
“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.
“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"
The Chief chewed on his split lip.
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.
The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.
This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.
(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.
“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”
Wayne sucked in a breath.
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.
Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)
“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.
“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.
“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”
“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.
“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”
'Ain’t that the damn truth.'
“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.
This one, he figured, was the most important.
“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”
Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.
It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.
“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.
“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.
“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadn’t.
“Alright.” Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.
Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
#this has like t wo more parts#pre steddie#wayne as a BAMF#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol#Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries#and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will#you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down#like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck#nevermind you know the local power plant lol#and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit#your local hunters are gonna know somethings up#anyway#beat to shit Steve Harrington#my beloved#hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself#steve harrington#steddie#I spelled collar color and im not changing it#outsider pov#wayne pov#I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice#catholic wayne munson#jim hopper
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#monster hunter au#monster hunter au fanart#cockroachdoodles#Listen.... I can see how he acts like a puppy around him....#The only one he might not be scared to freely act around and will to ask for affection#at the same time being a bit scared that he might leave him?...#Kind of.... he just snatched him so fast to get him away from danger#He already ready to protect him#Being grateful for what he did from him in the past#He surely could die back then!#OH HOW I love that he can't speak....#And the fact that Ratchet doesn't know that it is that same beast....#I mean of course he might have saved another beast and it would have been grateful to him but be angry enough at his kind to just run away#from him leaving him behind. He is just his saviour “and I saved him by not eating him”#But Deadlock just basically was saved twice. Trying to pay him off#And being all puppy and clumsy....#Growing up yet almost not changing ehehehe...#Wondering if there will be Wing....
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jaybriar yuri for the soul...
[she/her for both pls]
#she changes her name to jaymint to distance herself from crowfeather ...#i been thinking about them lately#one must imagine the character happy#art#my art#jaymint#jayfeather#transfem jayfeather#briarlight#jaybriar#wc#wc art#wc drawing#wc fanart#warrior cats#warriors fanart#warriors#waca#warrior cats art#erin hunter warriors#warriorcats
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Character intro:
Sally
Here's what the text says if its unreadable:
"In no less than a day... as if scorched by the sun, the prospherous City of Ambrol was burnt til ashes became air."
Also lore dump below:
So Sally is like an alien in a literal sense, she is a star afterall so she is beyond the sky amd such. She landed on earth when she was young, like think very small and harmless, and was found by some people. Immediately gets taken into Ambrol city and revered as a god. As Sal grew older, her flames grew as well and at some point she could not control it so she accidentally burned her hometown down to the ground. Bummer.
#i changed her design the most honestly#wanted to make sure both her hands amd feet were covered#so like she dpesnt accidentally hurt people when she touches them cuz shes a being made of fire#painful fire#welcome home#welcome home au#welcome home hvh au#hunter vs hunted au#welcome home sally#sally starlight#digital art#my art#nomi arts#sorry this one I had to rush like the text for cuz there really isnt much know about what race she is
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#vampire hunter d#vhd#art#sketch#also I’d like to thank the person who commented on my Gold D WIP#it’s what led me to this direction 🥹💖#but uh yeah#Byzantine mosaic of the past#Baby Byzantine mosaic D just dropped 🗣️ Fought for my life trying to make it not look middle aged 😭🥹#There’s the intention that the one behind D and hidden is Sacred Ancestor#also sorry that I make the least consistent D ever#I just change his appearance to fit the mood of the piece really 😭🌚💖#procrastinating my homework 24/7 </3#And tired#🥲
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my art style is too simple for this but just know that when i draw post-ttt hunter, in my mind he has central pink-brown heterochromia. like this, kinda:
#just..... so neat to me#i love the brown but sometimes i miss the pink + it being a visible grimwalker feature so THIS is how i cope#also To Me his eyes also absolutely reflect pink in the dark still#the owl house#hunter toh#toh hunter#my art#?#my sketches#my doodles#hunter#my toh talk#headcanon#nicole talks#there's also the quite popular complete heterochromia headcanons where his right eye is brown and left magenta#but i can't FULLY commit to those cuz ig the logistics of it depends on what fully happened and WHY hunter's eye color changed. magic-wise#and we don't knowwww! and i'm not sure what to go with and it's gonna bother me if my headcanon is not Air-Tight XNSKSJK#and even if it's “he gets flapjack's eyes thus only the right one” it also won't let me sleep at night cuz#there's the fact that we've SEEN flapjack's left eye open! which might've been an animation error but AUYGHGHHH.....#also . 2 different eye colors make color palettes harder LMAO i make them slightly different when i draw him with brown eyes vs pink. so!#but central heterochromia....... oh my mind is SET on this. like it's canon To Me
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They make me ill /pos
#art#my art#adventure time#fionna and cake#fionna the human#fionna campbell#flame princess#phoebe#hunter wizard#wildfirefly#fern the human#fern mertens#poppy the plant dog#flame prince#dj flame#flameflower#trying to figure out how to avoid fully shading my art now lol#turns out drawing like this takes longer#also the hair dye thing is based off that one tiktok#they probably changed it to purple afterwards#I wish they had better outfits#<- said by the guy who was in charge of designing different outfits
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Gourmand: Any minute now.
Hunter: …I-
Arti: I’m sorry!
Hunter: Huh?
Arti: I-I’m so sorry. For attacking you, and for- for everything.
Arti: I’ve been such an asshole to you.
Hunter: …Yeah you have been an asshole. But I fucked up too, I didn’t know what I was saying. I thought…
Hunter: …it doesn’t matter what I thought. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uh… I-I heard about your k-
Arti: Don’t. It’s in the past now.
Gourmand: Is it?
Gourmand: You attacked him over saying something that triggered you, so no, it doesn’t seem to be all in the past.
Gourmand: It isn’t fair to hurt someone for not knowing something that you never told them.
PART ONE IS DONE!!!!!!!!! Part two will probably come in about, uh, seven years, give or take. /j
(It isn’t perfect, but it’s been too long and I needed to get the first part of this comic out. I’m honestly super happy I finished, because it was unnecessarily hard lmao. Anyways I’m gonna ramble in the tags now)
#Rw siblings au#Rw Artificer#Rw Hunter#Rw Gourmand#okay okay so#The last frame is basically Hunter realizing that Arti doesn’t actually know anything about what happened to him either lol#Also we finally get the reveal of what that one drawing of Hunter being confused was about!#He did not expect to ever hear Arti say she was sorry#Like for anything#The Arti he knows doesn’t do that lol#But! She’s changing! For the better! :D#Gourmand is out here desperately trying to parent these two idiots#He literally put them in a time-out to think about what they’ve done lmfao#Neither of them have ever been hit with the “I’m not mad I’m just disappointed” before lol#But it’s finally happening! They are having a conversation!!! Yippee!!!#The time it took for me to draw this comic is canonically how long they were sitting there for before either of them said anything /j
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Howdy!
I think your Monster Hunter AU is really cool and I wanted to know if you’d be cool if I tried to write something in the universe? (Specifically about Prowl haha, I saw him once and thought 👀 “man i wonder if tarantulas was in this au how spooky he’d be given he’s spooky enough in canon”)
Would also love to know your thoughts/if you had any of what Prowl could be up to, I know the au is Lost Light focused so I totally get it if you don’t have any/etc.
Hope you have a good day! Love your art!
Hoooo boy okay okay. Prowl.
He's a Golem created by Orion.
In mythology, Golems are essentially living statues made of clay mixed with blood and animated by magic. They are stupid and exist for primitive manual labor.
In my universe, a Golem is basically the same thing, but made of metal.
Orion assembled his golem from empty armor, parts stolen from the medbay, and his own energon. And then he went and got a Wisdom artifact and put it in the golem's head, because the rules strictly forbid giving golems internal organs like sparks or processors.
As a result, the golem was very light because it was essentially empty inside, so even when it moved it did so very quietly for a mech its size. Orion had been startled the first fifteen times the golem would appear completely silent beside him. On the sixteenth time, he called the golem Prowl.
Prowl is basically not a real mech. He has no spark, he has no need to eat or sleep. His only and primary task is to serve Orion. Thanks to the artifact, he is freakishly intelligent, not only compared to normal golems, but to normal mechs as well.
Orion keeps his origin a secret from everyone except Ratchet and Shockwave (because Shockwave was the one who taught him how to create golems), so all the mechs in the Order are convinced that Prowl is just Orion's very tedious assistant, not...you know...a walking puppet who has incredible intellectual abilities, but almost no emotions or conscience:)
#yeah I …..sigh…..I gave Prowl like one panel#but I was thinking so much about what his origin would be#at first I wanted to make him hound beasformer#then I wanted to make him a knight#btw in the mythology Golems could develop emotions if left to live and gather experience for long enough#this…might or might not be applied to Prowl.#I’m not sure about Tarantulas. He’s already kind of weird beast in canon#do I even need to change him idk#Orion isn’t a bad person by the way. Making a golem isn’t the same as forcing someone to serve#it’s more like if you made a robot to pour your coffee#the robot isn’t suffering#the difference between golems and demons is that#golems don’t have emotions. They don’t mind doing things because they have no mind#while Demons were real people opin the past and then they were corrupted and forced to serve whoever summoned them#monster hunter au#maccadam#prowl#orion pax
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Crosshair: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Hunter: Several traffic violations. Echo: Three counts of resisting arrest. Wrecker: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Tech: Also, that’s not our ship.
#star wars#incorrect bad batch quotes#incorrect quotes#crosshair#hunter#echo#wrecker#tech#literally when they get to tantiss#no one can change my mind#the bad batch#bad batch#canon AU where tech doesn't fall or saw doesn't mess things up lol
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Hunter, Year 4036
#I just realized that some of the dates aren't coinciding. The current Beatrix is from Season 3 and not Year 4038.#It is likely that Year 4038 was the year she woke up after her slumber cycle and also the same year she met Hunter.#He was definitely much different before her! Not as welcoming or laid-back as he's seen later on in the story.#After becoming Hunter‚ he joined rescue teams in Fusionsprunt city in a desperate attempt to fix his mistakes.#He got increasingly depressed over the few months he worked there but managed to solve a few cases and even get his job as a technician.#Aloof and irritable. He was constantly on the edge and paranoid about having his identity discovered.#He would exhaust himself hours on end because of his guilt‚ which would result in accumulated stress and bleeding.#After he found Guto‚ he was forced to change his lifestyle and bad habits into healthier ones for him.#You could say the guilt still weighted heavily on his shoulders‚ but Hunter certainly started taking care of himself again.#fusionsprunt#fusionsprunt hunter
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The Crafting Mystery
(yes, this is a parody — and yes this is the second time I make a parody of the same scene that is printed in my brain at this point)
#destiny 2#destiny the game#bungie#destiny art#fanart#comics#ikora rey#commander zavala#drifter d2#uldren sov#crow d2#lord shaxx#eris morn#hunter guardian#the young wolf#also this time i went until the end of the scene bc when i did the fe3h one ppl were actually theorizing all wrong#me: this season my hunter is in absolute anguish / my braincells: so—#LITERALLY REDREW HALF OF THIS COMIC BY THE LAST MINUTE TO CHANGE THE JOKE YELP
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look at my mhr gatherer palico she loves spamming kittenator and is probably wanted by the guild for war crimes on multiple monster species
#i love her shes based on my cat. great (/j) to see her keep destroying biodiversity even after death#monster hunter#mizutsune#violet mizutsune#palico#violet mizu+mr ibushi drip out of few of my modded layered layouts#changing layers often lately but my regular mizu one is the 'main' one
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I was watching the episode when the Batch went back to Barton IV and was kind of amused that it only took an ice wyrm and a near death experience to reconcile Hunter and Crosshair. Talking didn't work but somehow nearly dying for each other did.
#barton IV#crosshair and hunter#they are a set do not separate#tbb hunter#tbb echo#tbb crosshair#the batchers are the best brothers and no one can change my mind#Crosshair desperately needed a hug after going back to where Mayday died and I choose to believe Hunter gave him one#Hunter is not a bad brother he's just overworked overwhelmed and underappreciated#Both of them had their issues and they worked it out because they're HUMAN and not supposed to be perfect#sw the bad batch#tbb#star wars
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