RisuuSketch

"visiting the Forest and Hills + migrating Flying Wyverns"

--practicing new art style + giving my OC hunter a haircut (preparing for MH wilds); hoping a pixie bob to freshen things up, giving her an androgynous look

YUKUMO ft. my hunter /oc
testing new art style

im sorry for my inactivity, just busy with work.
ack-
anyways, multitasking oc sketches with painting study

i need more day off

requested by anon:

when a random hunter is wearing buff body armor while hunting Kirin

haven't uploaded for awhile, quite busy these days.. but I managed to slip the schedule to let my Hunter hunt a Kirin with a Sword and Shield

ILLUSTRATION FOR OCTOBER
w/ STORYTELLING

MUDDIED HUNTER
-A poor Felyne who almost got swallowed by this sticky pool of muck, surrounded with craggy rocks wrapped with green life, was saved by my hunter. Yet, unbeknownst to her that luck is not around with her this time, maybe my warning definitely brought out that unforeseen event where she got slipped into the mud instead.. Senses immediately kick in as the pit produces bubbles. A sign of air. Breathing. From whom? She must not move, as what tells from her behind is not just an ordinary rock…
That helm protruding in the mud came from a Barroth. A fool would definitely be better off not knowing the dangers of this brute, especially when you're entrapped by this viscous mud. I pulled out a vine for the two victims, making sure it can hold a fully grown hunter. And eventually, after that muddy situation, half of her torso is coated with cracked, hardened dirt. She looks undoubtedly awful, pitiful enough I hardly imagine how to put this in the laundry. Though, she laughed it out, I could've sworn I saw her pull a smile on her face after the incident. Perhaps, a relief of saving that wandering Felyne? Or something even more? We could get some rest after this incident to compensate for our efforts.

me and OC in webtoon style practice
about the genre..
👁️ 👁️

ILLUSTRATION FOR SEPTEMBER w/ STORYTELLING

-SLIME BLIGHTED HUNTER
Flames within earth spewing indomitable heat, in such a manner it could split the whole land. Throughout the rivers of hell could bring such cataclysm by its luminescent glow of green that is supposedly lethal and mysterious. Brachydios is its name, a wanderer equipped with high calibers of destruction within its clasp. Brute, Explosive, and Menacing..
Threat levels exceed her expectations as the goo, viscous as it should be, spluttered dangerously and splashed her hardened shoulder shell. Horrors came across her face as the ooze started to sizzle into fiery orange. She faced me, eyes filled with desperation that left a warning. The ground shakes, followed by a roar just a few meters away. She makes run of it as the monster locks onto her, sliding side by side, hoping to ease the transitioning muck while that menace crashes the field with its slime-coated fists.
All I can remember is that ear-splitting explosion, and the sound of meows of the hardworking Felynes pushing a wagon. Careless or not, it's just that the Frontier is filled with unfortunate endings.

Used my own teeth to study w/ different styles and half tone
🫦
No need braces (yikes)

ILLUSTRATION FOR AUGUST w/ STORYTELLING

BLEEDING HUNTER
-Sand dunes spread like the sea, endlessly stretch throughout the horizon as if we are walking into an empty battlefield that could bring out the toughest monsters in the frontier. And it came down from the sky, sharp scales falling like heavy rain. A Seregios, keen on eliminating what's beyond its territory. Its scales tainted my hunter's skin, blood splashing across the grainy sand; in some way, it reaches on my handler uniform. Fearing what the outcome might be, I screamed at her. She's too adamant and has the goal to hunt this monster down, or else this vast plain of sand will be our very end, abandoning our quest to reach Val Habar.

ILLUSTRATION FOR JULY w/ STORYTELLING

STUNNED HUNTER
-Being a monster hunter may be having the power to conquer wyverns, but that doesn't mean they're going to abandon their place as a human. That night almost had her got killed by a rampaging Rajang in the forest, with its fist completely caused her head to shudder like a fissure, splitting her skull from the heavens. Even a lone hunter could struggle with this beast, fighting it requires extensive focus and strength to face head on. All of my gratitude went to her palico's awareness, shoving her away from that fanged beast's attack that could rise a bloody grave. I don't want her to die, but this is where we live in; surviving a world filled with danger that usually ends up a war between humans and beasts.

MH rise has finally ended, made a sketch for a small tribute ft. My hunter, palamute, and palico

my hunter in Monster Hunter Rise style

ILLUSTRATION FOR JUNE w/ STORYTELLING

WEBBED HUNTER
-It's almost sundown in the jungle while we are finding a good place to set up a camp. A cave would be a perfect suggestion, yet a breeding ground of something sinister; so did she volunteer to check the area for safety. I told her to be careful, and yet again with certain reminders, which eventually turned into the worst nightmare. The predatorial Nerscylla snuck up above her beyond the cavern. Silky webs swirled around her, without remorse and the possibility of escaping. My hunter struggled to find freedom from those bonds while the carnivorous arachnid was leering at her, sneering with an intent of turning her into a meal. A hunter like her back in Yukumo is something shouldn't be underestimated, not just by disintegrating the webs surrounding her, but as a matter of sheer experience. Surprisingly, she went back, coated with unknown monster fluid and smothered with web residue. It seems we're sleeping outside after all, without knowing what happened.

client's OCs, but one is distracted by those womanly gains
/ a commission

oc
but in manga

ILLUSTRATION FOR MAY w/ STORYTELLING

SOILED HUNTER
-it's just a simple foraging quest she said.. Yet, the supposedly peaceful stroll in the forest was sabotaged by a putrid stench coming from a hungry pink ape. It seems that the brutish Congalala was agitated of some sort, or perhaps my hunter was the sole reason it got disturbed from its feeding grounds. As a victim of this unforeseen event, she huddled herself with her poor palico between those rocks while dealing the unpleasant odor. Well, i told her to bring something that could "deodorize" her things if ever she catches that disgusting scent that almost smell like rotten fungi, mixed with f***s which likely existed in centuries. I'd rather not talk about it, else i might totally lose my recent Meowscular Chef's "scrawny" lunch platter.

"napakainit sa bansang to"
= It's too hot in this country
🍈 pop > 🍓 pop

move along, it's just a popsicle

ILLUSTRATION FOR APRIL w/ STORYTELLING

FRENZIED HUNTER (under incubation)
- i always tell her that a Magala is phenomenal, and mysterious. The possession of its Frenzy virus is a disease that could unstable you or much worse, become a part of you in such way power is given. Everything is decided on that particular night when an urgent guild quest is settled to stop the Gore Magala, where I have seen the beginning of her infection. That is a decisive moment I mustered myself to aid her at all times, to keep her courage still. And if I fail, the incubation will eventually lead her life destined in the claws of the Dark Eclipse.

my hunter petting a moofah in bherna village