all that glitters

That's me in the corner That's me in the spot-light   Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough

[thegcldenguard]

Carry on, my wayward son // There'll be peace when you are done // Lay your weary head to rest //Don't you cry no more

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HUNTER BELOS

Nicknames: None, how dare you? Birthday: December 25, 2001 Magic status: Sorcerer, Grimwalker (unknown to him) Nationality: The Boiling Isles Ethnicity: White Accent: Completely indecipherable but it does sound like at one point he spoke a foreign language, and also he speaks very formally Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship status: single Height: 6’1 Build: Slender Complexion: Pale Eye color:  Grey Hair color/length/style: Pale blonde; a little bit on the longer side, but still shortish; usually keeps it slicked back but sometimes it pops out Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: Various rune tattoos on his body, but he usually wears long sleeves; ears pierced; wears lots of necklaces

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Occupation: Student at Pride U What would you find if you Googled them?: Would pop up in some Boling Isles specific media; if you know who Emperor Belos is (affectionate nickname given to the head of the Emperor’s Coven, a society started centuries ago in Ingary), you would know Hunter is his protege and ward; and if you REALLY care, you’d know he had a bad accident and was hospitalized in May 2022 What natives would know about them: Just that he moved here recently for uni Social Media: rulerzreachf4n (personal Twitter and IG); thegoldenguard (official Twitter and IG) Other: SO — because he has a weird tether to life, some Magicks may be able to pick up on it. Vampires can definitely tell his blood doesn’t seem fresh, while ghosts and mediums probably sense something strange about him. However, for the MOST part, sorcerers won’t notice something is wrong, because Belos proactively took measures to ensure that his reagents look Just Fine, thank you (exceptions for necromancers, like Snow, who might notice something off). If you have a question, let me know! But if your Magick is intimately acquainted with Death, chances are they can tell something is afoot, though they probably will not know exactly what

 instagram || character sheet

[myuuchii]

"See you in 52 weeks"

[myuuchii]

sunhats on!

based on this:

[mushbeast]

sketchbook spread of a blackpoll warbler and a little blue heron. both created with holbein acryla gouache

[eternallyeepy]

“If only I had a group of colors from which all other colors can be obtained from mixing”

The humble primary colors:

[trans-flag-colour-picker]

[gregoryandjanine]

#they are the softest 🥰 ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (4x01 | 4x08)

[k-chips]

Remember when we wore masks?

[moistbread]

haha undertale reference go brr

(much higher quality stills below!!!)

[em-iliart]

(Almost) all my bird artworks ⭐️

[auphelia]

@magspy some very round pigeons for you to look at

[magspy-deactivated20260306]

I'm going to pick them all up💕

[dawtok05]

I just want to draw to comfort myself.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

love it when a queer character's identity is the least interesting thing about them. like yes she's trans but that's less plot-relevant than the fact she's a wanted fugitive on 6 different planets

[star-forg]

Me when I try to impress a crush by carrying Heavy Thing

(Desideratum chapter 42 fanart)

[ianthedisastrous]

@thegcldenguard

Trans pride for the golden boy

[thegcldenguard]

I Just Want You to Know Who I Am || Daylily

[halfawitch-willow]

When she had first left the Boiling Isles, Willow had sworn she would never return.

She had believed down to the marrow of her bones that going back would kill her one day, and not in the peaceful kind of way. She would have died screaming, probably in pain, and alone.

She wasn't alone now.

Tears filled her eyes as she leaned into Hunter's kiss, and when they broke apart she was smiling brighter and wider than she ever had before coming to Swynlake. Before she'd made friends and discovered her talent, before she'd learned to accept who and what she was. Before she'd fallen in love with a dead man who had miraculously come back to life and decided to use that second chance to love her back.

"Okay," she breathed, laughing a little at how easy it felt now to make the decision. Around them, the plants she'd filled Darius's apartment with were spilling out onto the floor and up the walls in riotous, joyful bloom. "Yeah, let's do it!" Willow laughed again and her happy thoughts lifted her an inch or two into the air. When she tried to force herself back down, she ended up tugging Hunter down with her until they were sprawled out in a tangled heap on the couch, his weight the only thing keeping her from the ceiling.

She giggled and pulled him down for a long kiss, curling her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head. The thought occured that if all went well, she would be able to do this for the rest of her life.

"I love you too," Willow told him once they came back up for air, all smiley and glittery. "Take me home, Hunter."

@thegcldenguard

[thegcldenguard]

The moment the life had flowed back into him on the floor of Belos’s tower, Hunter had realized that everything just felt more. 

Even before the whole Grimwalker thing, he couldn’t remember his heart aching and soaring and ricocheting the way it did now. Maybe it was because Belos had always been latching life from him. Maybe it wasn’t till he’d become entirely free that he could fully feel.

Every emotion, big and small and in-between, just felt more these days.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for just how much he felt right now — 

What was it? Happiness? Mixed with determination? Hope? Comfort? Glee? 

Possibility?

He was scared, a little bit. He was deliriously happy. He was kissing Willow and feeling fire course through his veins. They shifted a bit on the couch, their limbs tangled together, and suddenly Hunter was feeling very —

The doorbell rang.

Their takeout was here.

“Oh! Er! One moment!” Hunter scrambled up and smoothed out his hair, hoping that his cheeks did not look as red as they felt right now. He greeted the delivery driver, who apologized for being late to which Hunter replied no worries at all! It wasn’t even that late! And there was a bit of a back and forth, till finally Hunter took the bag of spinach puffs and plopped right next to Willow on the couch.

“Well,” he said. He reached in the bag and pulled out his puff, holding it up to Willow like a glass of champagne. “A toast to Swynlake. The friends we made. And a toast to the Isles and the future we’ll make together.” 

@halfawitch-willow

[halfawitch-willow]

Willow reluctantly let Hunter up to get their food, amusement plain on her face as the tender moment was interrupted. There would be more moments like that in the future -- she knew that for sure now.

She was back upright by the time Hunter came back with their food and offered her the spinach puff. The puff pastry crackled softly in her hand, flakes falling onto Darius's very expensive couch. She ignored the mess.

"To Swynlake," Willow echoed with a grin, tapping her spinach puff against his, "to the Isles, and to us."

In a few weeks, Willow would graduate from Pride U with her friends and family around to celebrate. She would pack up the last of the things in the apartment with Darius's help, and she would say her tearful goodbyes to her friends with promises to visit as often as she could. Queen Clarion would hand her a small pouch full of pixie dust and reassure her that the Hollow would always be home to her as well.

And then she would board that same train that brought her to Swynlake nearly two years before; this time without hiding her ears or her tail, and this time not alone. And this time, instead of running away, she would be charging ahead.

@thegcldenguard

[thegcldenguard]

I Just Want You to Know Who I Am || Daylily

[halfawitch-willow]

When she had first left the Boiling Isles, Willow had sworn she would never return.

She had believed down to the marrow of her bones that going back would kill her one day, and not in the peaceful kind of way. She would have died screaming, probably in pain, and alone.

She wasn't alone now.

Tears filled her eyes as she leaned into Hunter's kiss, and when they broke apart she was smiling brighter and wider than she ever had before coming to Swynlake. Before she'd made friends and discovered her talent, before she'd learned to accept who and what she was. Before she'd fallen in love with a dead man who had miraculously come back to life and decided to use that second chance to love her back.

"Okay," she breathed, laughing a little at how easy it felt now to make the decision. Around them, the plants she'd filled Darius's apartment with were spilling out onto the floor and up the walls in riotous, joyful bloom. "Yeah, let's do it!" Willow laughed again and her happy thoughts lifted her an inch or two into the air. When she tried to force herself back down, she ended up tugging Hunter down with her until they were sprawled out in a tangled heap on the couch, his weight the only thing keeping her from the ceiling.

She giggled and pulled him down for a long kiss, curling her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head. The thought occured that if all went well, she would be able to do this for the rest of her life.

"I love you too," Willow told him once they came back up for air, all smiley and glittery. "Take me home, Hunter."

@thegcldenguard

[thegcldenguard]

The moment the life had flowed back into him on the floor of Belos’s tower, Hunter had realized that everything just felt more. 

Even before the whole Grimwalker thing, he couldn’t remember his heart aching and soaring and ricocheting the way it did now. Maybe it was because Belos had always been latching life from him. Maybe it wasn’t till he’d become entirely free that he could fully feel.

Every emotion, big and small and in-between, just felt more these days.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for just how much he felt right now — 

What was it? Happiness? Mixed with determination? Hope? Comfort? Glee? 

Possibility?

He was scared, a little bit. He was deliriously happy. He was kissing Willow and feeling fire course through his veins. They shifted a bit on the couch, their limbs tangled together, and suddenly Hunter was feeling very —

The doorbell rang.

Their takeout was here.

“Oh! Er! One moment!” Hunter scrambled up and smoothed out his hair, hoping that his cheeks did not look as red as they felt right now. He greeted the delivery driver, who apologized for being late to which Hunter replied no worries at all! It wasn’t even that late! And there was a bit of a back and forth, till finally Hunter took the bag of spinach puffs and plopped right next to Willow on the couch.

“Well,” he said. He reached in the bag and pulled out his puff, holding it up to Willow like a glass of champagne. “A toast to Swynlake. The friends we made. And a toast to the Isles and the future we’ll make together.” 

@halfawitch-willow

[trueloveistreacherous]

The last time I made something "official", it didn't work out. And I...I really, really, really, really want this to work out. So, I guess I'm a little scared. But we're not your last time. We're this time.

Quinta Brunson and Tyler James Williams as Janine Teagues and Gregory Eddie in Back to School (S04E01) Abbott Elementary (2021-present)

[thegcldenguard]

I Just Want You to Know Who I Am || Daylily

[halfawitch-willow]

As Hunter spoke, Willow turned her face so she could look up at him from his shoulder. His words tugged at her, echoing some of her own feelings. Willow had more reasons than most to hate the Isles for what it did to her, just like Hunter, and here was her opportunity to go back and thrive despite their attempts to salt the ground.

She'd achieved a lot out of spite, what was one more victory?

Hunter's attention turned to her and Willow sat up a little straighter, ears perked curiously. It took a moment to process his request, but once she had, her whole face flushed red and her heart began to pound in her chest.

That Valentine's dream felt worlds away, even though it had really only been a year ago. To have it quoted back to her now -- after so long really never acknowledging it -- made her insides twist in the best way. She laughed with him as her tail happily flicked back and forth. She felt like that little girl in the castle again; scared but hopeful and happy and falling a little in love with the Golden Guard. Except this time all of the masks were gone.

This time it was just Hunter, and she would follow him anywhere.

"Hunter Deammone, you better mean that if you're pulling out the big guns on me," Willow chided playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tugged him down to her level. She pressed a kiss to the smiling corner of his lips. In a softer voice, she asked "Do you really mean that?"

@thegcldenguard

[thegcldenguard]

“Yes,” Hunter replied, without hesitation

There were many things in his life that he was uncertain of, perhaps more than the average person. There were so many things he’d discovered, just in the past year or so, so many variables. 

But amid all that chaos, all that rumbling, he knew one thing for certain —

“Willow, I — I love you,” he said. He thought his voice might wobble, but it didn’t. Willow’s face was close to his. He could count her freckles, her eyelashes. He could still taste her sweet lips on his own. He reached to gently touch the side of her face. “And I mean it. I want to go back to the Isles and I want you with me, because I want to do everything with you. Go to the Isles. Order takeout. Brush our teeth. Ride our brooms.” 

It was a big declaration, he knew. But he also knew — he also knew it was true, trembling through his bones and in every beat of his reawakened heart. 

“So, come back with me,” he said, leaning to kiss her again. “Come back with me.” 

@halfawitch-willow