#willow doe

[churchbeast]

Willow (friend oc) and Deanna (my oc) Art belong to them and myself at the same time

#art #my art #myart #friendart #friend art #friend oc #willow doe #deanna springfield #ocs #oc art

[willosword]

literally rip to poor vox this is the rivalry he WISHES he had with alastor 😭😭

#ITS SO FUNNY AL TRULY DOES NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT VOX AT ALL. IM CRYIGN #willow whispers #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel

[rileyclaw]

girl you gotta stop being a Distraction he's trying to work!!

#jk hes totally used to it. #del DOES insist willow help around the grove sometimes btw (<-- delusional) #she helps with the palistrom trees. #“hunter bring ur gf around. we need to help these saplings along” “oh ok” #sorry my huntlow demons were really annoying today </3 #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #toh s3 #huntlow #hunter toh #willow park #my art #fan art

[turquoisespace35]

Grrr wintery junk grrr

#the owl house #toh #willow park #hunter toh #huntlow #Luz told her about the mistletoe thing #now she does it all the time

[willowser]

katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.

really stupid.

not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.

another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.

whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.

without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.

it's just—your fucking—hips.

katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.

mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.

"you're a pig."

katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.

"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."

"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."

"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."

katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"

"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."

"piss. off."

but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.

she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.

fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.

it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.

and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.

taking it to the grave, even.

#i just love the idea that bakugou really thinks he's so much better than like. denki or sero. #like he does NOT think with his dick like those idiots 😒 #he's a level headed guy 😒 doesn't get all drooly over some hot babe 😒 #but then he sees you all dressed up in some cute outfit and he's like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 uh um 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ahem 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #biting his fist over the curve of your ass and he's never felt more primitive in his LIFE #i am squeezing him until he pops #happy halloween dears 😌🎃🩸✨️🦇 #TAKING IT TO THE GRAVE HA HA GET IT YOU GET IT #GRAVE HALLOWEEN GET IT GET IT #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

[bottcms]

RUBY CRUZ 2023 SXSW Film Festival Portrait Studio Photos by Robby Klein

#ruby cruz #bottoms cast #willow cast #hazel callahan #kit tanthalos #bottoms 2023 #willow 2022 #THAT SMILEEEE #also what does her dog tag necklace say 👀 #‘property of ??? hands off’ 😭😭 #rubycruzedit #bottomscastedit #willowcastedit #rcruzedit #myposts* #sxsw #dailywomen #femalestunning #userpunk #wifesource #wonderfulwomendaily #chewieblog #userbbelcher #femaledaily

[dannydanoninoo]

Cute outfits yeaaaaaah

#but why does Luz look so sad in all #im not okay #but seeing Vee and Gus being adorable babies gives me life #also hunter looks so awkward in the standing pose whyyy #camila again awesome mom #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #luz noceda #amphibia #gus porter #camilla noceda #willow park #toh hunter #hunter toh

[lesovyart]

((shows up to Willow 2 yrs late)) I LOVE THEM

#no fR DISNEY ARE FUCKING EVIL FOR CANCELLING THIS SHOW AND THEN STRAIGHT UP REMOVING ALL EPISODES FROM THEIR PLATFORM???????? #the wORST #willow #willow tv show #willow 2022 #savewillow #kitjade #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #ruby cruz #erin kellyman #fanart #they deserve 2 more seasons!!!!!!!!!!! #also while i was drawing this I imagined that kit was having a big bitch about some new dumb thing Airk has done (which she does constantly #and Jade is just like. yes my princess of course my princess (giving kit the eyebrow and trying not to laugh) #Jade is just helplessly fond #and Kit keeps telling the story bc she loves it when Jade smiles #ok im done #theyre in love ur honour #tanthamore

[missjessefantastico]

my biggest btvs pet peeve is when people act as if willow doing questionable stuff is out of character... besties, one of the first things we learn about her is that she "accidentally" decripted the city council's security system before she even met buffy, girly will do anything as long as she has built a good enough excuse in her head and thinks she won't get caught!

#does willow follow rules? yes but only the ones she wants to follow that's who she is! #if i see another 'willow wouldnt never do x because she never did y' im going to explode #if she didnt do y is either bc she didnt have an excuse or she simply didnt want to! let her be complex! #willow rosenberg #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #txtjessefantastico

[trafficlightchild]

Huntlow, Raeda and Lumity all lasting through the timejump? Yeah those are my ship, those are my loves

#no shows does ships like toh #no misses no skips #THANKS FOR WATCHING BRB CRYING #the owl house #toh #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh liveblog #watching and dreaming #huntlow #willow park #the golden guard #toh willow #toh hunter #raeda #eda clawthorne #toh eda #raine whispers #toh raine #lumity #luz nocera #toh luz #amity blight #toh amity

[churchbeast]

father trench and willow as dr. seuss creechers

#willow doe #father trench #priest oc #priestoc #priest #myart #my art #art #dr. seuss #my oc

[willosword]

THE HORROR MOVIE STRINGS CRACKED ME UP SO BAD

#DOES HE THINK CHARLIE HAS A NEW DAD. IM CRYINH #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #willow whispers

[rileyclaw]

the way i BOLTED to my pc to make this after hearing the audio on tiktok

#i dont regret the 48 minutes i spent on this #im laughing hysterically about it still #emerald trio #the owl house #toh #willow park #hunter toh #gus porter #yo why does tumblr make the volume SO loud ?? #video #my art #animatic #kinda lol

[honkceasar]

Broke: drawing a single important thing that happened in the new ep

Woke: drawing Hunter carrying his friends like limp cats

#I know that when he uses his dash thing he usually just hugs the person and pushes them out of the way #but this is what I envision in my head when he does it #just #ragdoll holding #toh #the owl house #toh fanart #the owl house fanart #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #for the future #for the future spoilers #emerald trio #emerald trio fanart #hunter noceda #hunter noceda fanart #toh hunter #toh hunter fanart #hunter toh #willow park #willow park fanart #willow toh #toh willow fanart #gus porter #gus porter fanart #agustus porter #toh gus fanart #honkceasar

[willowser]

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

#i wrote this like a madman pls excuse the first draft quality hehe #PLEASEEEE he's so akfhahfkah isn't socialized LOL #doesn't talk to anyone really 🥺has no reason to 🥺 #he's new to all this 🥺 #doesn't mean to put you in his lil nest and cover you in the smell of him 👀 #okay well he DOES but he didn't know it would AFFECT HIM THAT WAY PLEASE #ugh this has been living in my head for so long i'll write more of this when it isn't 1 am LOL #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ willow writes #song is wolf like me by tv on the radio !!!

[flower-boi16]

It's absolutely hillarious to me how huntlow antis will always go around saying "umm, Huntlow isn't canon actwually!" and use it as some kind of gotcha to huntlow shippers. Like, putting aside how none of these people apply this same logic to other ships (ie. Lunter & Gustholumule) what makes it funnier is the fact that Huntlow IS canon.

The two show strong feelings towards each other throughtout the whole show, Dana and the crew DIRECTLY SAID THAT THEY SEE THEM AS A COUPLE, there is OFFICIAL CREW ART SHIPPING THEM

And also this.

Huntlow is practically canon mfs.

#the owl house #toh #huntlow #pro huntlow #also some people whinning over the huntlow tag having like 1k more followers than Lumity does #like oh boo fucking hoo #that doesn't somehow mean that huntlow is more popular than lumity in the fandom when there's still more lumity fan art than huntlow #plus lumity being more well-known & iconic than huntlow #toh hunter #willow park