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Wild Flower Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1
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Found this deep in my drafts. I know we’re all trying to avoid spoilers rn so here’s some lighthearted silly human realm huntlow to distract us from leaks and such. There’s no plot, just Willow after dentist ✌️
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“All right Willow, sweet heart, you’re gonna sit out here with Hunter while Amity has her turn, okay?” Camila said as she guided Willow to a seat beside Hunter in the waiting room. The night before, Luz had shown the girls what rock candy was and while she was at school, certain incidents had taken place resulting in an emergency trip to the dentist.
Hunter had offered to accompany them, hearing the word ‘emergency’ and shifting into solider mood. Camila assured him there was nothing to worry about, but she realized that after the visit she may need help keeping the girls intact as they may feel rather... loopy.
“How was your trip to the human tooth healer?” Hunter asked, extending his hand to help guide Willow to her seat.
“It was... bright,” she stumbled a bit before plopping on the couch beside him, staring at the ceiling as though she was hypnotized. “Woah.”
“Are you feeling okay, Captain?” Hunter asked, following her eyes but seeing nothing to warrant a reaction. He had peeked into the room where they had taken her and where Amity was now and saw a collection of small weapons lined the table. He trusted Camila and knew she would never put any of them in harm’s way, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned, given Willow’s current state.
“They needed to look at my teeth closer because of reasons and I think they thought I was gonna bite them so they gave me a potion to make me not bite,” she explained, barely understanding what they had done even when she wasn’t under the affects of anesthesia. “But I can still bite, see?” She demonstrated by moving her mouth and biting the air.
“What kind of potion did they give you?” Hunter asked.
“I dunno but I felt this way the last time, the felt last time I- Ugh,” Willow tried to compose the sentence. “The last time I felt like this, Amity had set my mind on fire.” She finally managed to say calmly, despite Hunter’s immediate reaction to the subject matter.
“What?” Hunter exclaimed, closing his book. “Why would she do that?”
“Secrets,” Willow whispered, pointing to her temple. “To hide the secrets hiding in mah mind.”
“Well that’s not what’s happening now is it?” asked Hunter, worried and having little knowledge about what a dentist actually did .
“I don’t think so...” said Willow, placing her hands on her ears seeing if she felt the heat she had felt then. “Oh no, what if my secrets all fell out? What if I lost them?!”
“Well, can you remember them still?” Asked Hunter, feeling as though the situation was dire, scanning the floor for fallen secrets (whatever those were supposed to look like).
“Are you trying to find out my secrets Hunter?” She said, squinting her eyes at him and growing more loopy as she slowly swayed side to side in her seat.
“What? No of course not, I-.”
“You think I have secrets about you,” she giggled, twirling her finger in his face before gently booping his nose, then adding in a hushed dramatic whisper. “Because I doooo.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yup,” she she said, popping the ‘p’ and making herself laugh even harder. “Yup yup yup.”
“Well if you can remember them then that means they’re-.”
“When you came to Hexside, remember that?” Willow asked, her tone calm once again as she traced the pattern on the chair with the tip of her finger. “When we first met the first time? Remember?”
“Yeah, I do.” he said with a laugh, feeling confident her ailment wasn’t as dire. Willow suddenly was hit with a fit of bubbly laughter that she tried to suppress and Hunter found himself joining her, the laughter contagious. She motioned for him to come closer and he cautiously obliged as she leaned over and rested her chin on his shoulder and sighed.
“I thought you were cute,” she whispered her secret directly in his ear, cupping her hands around it so it couldn’t escape.
“Oh? R-really?”Hunter stammered, clearing his throat. “Are you sure you-?”
“Oh, wait wait oooh,I love it when you do that!” She squealed, placing her hands on his cheeks and squeezing his face.
“Do... what?” Hunter said the best he could, his mouth squished.
“When your face turns all red like that!” She said as though she was marveling at some great stunt. “And it reaches your ears. It is veeeery cute.”
“You... notice that?” Hunter asked nervously, hoping the obviousness has been all in his head, knowing this happened often around her .
Willow nodded vigorously, so quickly she made herself dizzy. “Woah, why is the room spinning? Hooty what did you do?”
“You did say the potion they gave you was pretty strong maybe you should take it easy,” said Hunter, his concern for her outweighing his embarrassment. “Are you in pain at all?”
“Nope,” she said shaking her head, but once she started it was like she couldn’t stop and she shook her head even faster. Hunter reached out to stop her, worried she’d make herself dizzy all over again.
Successful in his efforts, he suddenly realized his hands were on her face. She stopped and looked at him with bright eyes as though this has been an attempt to gain her focus. If his face was red before, he could only imagine how it looked now.
“Um, do you want me to get you anything?” He asked as he went to remove his hands, but before he could she placed hers over his to keep them there.
“Do you wanna know another secret?” she whispered dramatically, and Hunter swore her eyes were sparking.
“Um, maybe now isn’t the best time,” he chuckled nervously. “I think this might be the potion making you say all these things and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when it wears off.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” she insisted. “It’s about you.”
“Okaaaaay ha ha,” said Hunter, quickly removing his hands from her face and placing them at his sides. Had she found about the grimwalker thing? A nasty rumor from his Golden guard days? Did she think his haircut didn’t actually look good? “What about if we watch something on the television box?”
“No, no you were reading and then you stopped cause I came in,” said Willow dramatically. “You should read again. I’ll be quiet.”
“Did you... um... I can read to you if you want?” Hunter offered bashfully, thankful she has seemed to dropped her desire to discuss her secret about him. “It’s just a book about wolves, so if you don’t want to-.”
“Oh please please please,” said Willow excitedly, placing her head back on his shoulder. “I can turn the pages for you.”
“Are you sure? I know my voice isn’t-.”
“I know how to turn pages, Hunter.” She said, playfully rolling her eyes and making herself more comfortable beside him. “Tell me the secrets of wolves.”
“Okay, well let me go back to the first chapter,” said Hunter, trying to downplay his excitement that can out whenever wolves were involved. “There are some really cute pictures of baby wolves, look!” He turned the book towards her so she could see. When he went to observe her reaction, he found her eyes were not on the book but were locked back on him. He held her gaze for a moment before turning his attention back to the book. He could feel her eyes still on him, but he pressed on to begin reading.
“I still think you’re cute,” she whispered, loudly enough where it was clear that she wanted him to hear but softly enough that he could pretend he didn’t hear her, just in case it truly was just the potion talking.
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Okay okay okay so my thoughts are a little jumbled right now so I'm not very coherent but I need to blabber about this one element of huntlow in For the Future that's got me going off the rails. It's the way in which they both take initiative in their interactions with each other, specifically how it differs with both Willow and Hunter.
There's a bit of a vibe in a lot of huntlow content that puts emphasis on Willow's confidence and Hunter's shyness, so she's the one who talks, who flirts, who acts, who gets the ball rolling. Meanwhile, Hunter clearly reciprocates and enjoys her attention but allows her to take the lead, rather than initiate anything himself. And this interpretation is perfectly fine. It's cute!! And Thanks to Them kinda gave us the impression that it wouldn't be that unlikely.
But the scenes involving them in For the Future were SO good. As an interesting subversion of the point above, it's actually Willow who's become the more uncertain one in their dynamic. As a contrast to how she comforts Gus when he tears up, Willow is rather hands-off when it comes to Hunter. It's likely because she understands that what he needs right now is space to process his grief, but in addition to that, she might be at a complete loss on how to help him. Because what could she possibly say? Willow can promise Gus that she'll find his Dad, she can assure Camila that things with Luz will be alright, but she can't bring Flapjack back. And even at this point in the episode, this may have been adding to her steadily escalating feelings of stress and helplessness. ("I can't help my friends...")
Willow feels like she keeps fucking up when it comes to Hunter. When she allowed herself that brief moment of childish indulgence by being silly with the plants, which resulted in Hunter snapping at her? Oh the way her smile dropped and she looked utterly devastated. She must have felt so guilty, so ashamed, so frustrated with herself for being so stupid and goofing off when her friend was severely hurting. And it's not like he was wrong for saying they didn't have time for this. But in typical Willow fashion, she shoved those feelings down and put on a smile for Gus.
There's no implication of it but I wonder if she also felt like an idiot for letting her emotions get the better of her when she saw that puppet of her Dad. She put herself in harm's way, forcing Hunter to charge after her and pull her to safety. Do you think she wonders if he was annoyed by that? Maybe that was eating away at her too. She's trying to be level-headed and reliable but it seems like she keeps slipping up. And Hunter is always there to witness it.
Of course, Willow didn't stop trying. Though she may have felt a bit rejected and disliked by him at the time, Willow still made the effort to look out for Hunter in any way that she could. She suggested they go outside and keep him company while he was pacing himself into the ground. And later on, she lit up with delight when she found something that she believed would comfort him.
And then she expressed, in her typical warm Willowy way, that they loved him unconditionally. She didn't have the perfect words to make everything okay. She was just being herself. Willow took a chance with this boy she didn't know how to help and simply said what she felt, hoping it would give him some semblance of solace.
But being herself wasn't good enough. At least not in Willow's eyes. She already had fragile confidence in regards to Hunter's current opinion of her but ohhhh the deafening silence that followed after she had bared her heart to him. The way she brought him to tears, leading her to believe she had rubbed salt in the wound. The way Luz had to gently intervene to make sure he was alright and Willow felt like sinking into the floor. How Hunter's quiet little "I....don't know..." speared her through. All of those things pushing her to her breaking point. She's made everything worse. Because that's what Half-a-Witch Willow does.
Hunter's perceived opinion of her is utterly deteriorating Willow's self confidence and it's the thing that results in her self loathing inflicted descent into thorny vines. She's in denial at first, still struggling to hold it together, still insisting that she can grasp hold of some facade. The pitchy and nervous tone of voice as Hunter appears on the scene and she desperately feigns nonchalance. She knows deep down that her magic is spiralling out of control but she cannot let him know. She cannot let him see her like this. And with this added anxiety of Hunter's presence, the vines only get worse.
Meanwhile, when it comes to Hunter, he is not idle by any means. He takes a proactive role in almost all of his significant moments with Willow.
Obviously, Hunter is a protector. He shields his friends from physical harm. He's especially paranoid about them getting hurt now after what happened to Flapjack because he can't lose them too. This paranoia, in addition to his overwhelming grief and recent trauma, has made Hunter high strung and irritable. Keeping his friends alive is his priority right now. Because of this, their emotional needs and how his snappish behavior is affecting them, is understandably the furthest thing from his mind.
But once he realizes that he's hurt Willow's feelings? Oh he looks completely shattered. The way Gus runs out the door to find her and Hunter murmurs "Wait..." before he rushes after both of them, calling out their names, begging for them to come back. There's none of the hesitation that Willow demonstrates with him, only loud desperation. What does he even intend to say to Willow? Who knows. Honestly, I don't think Hunter knows either. But it's not about that. It doesn't matter if Hunter has no idea what he's gonna say once he catches up with her. What matters is that he's running after her at all. He knows one thing and it's that he has to do something.
And that's what Hunter continues to do from that point. Something.
When he finds her tangled up in her own vines, mentally and emotionally unraveling, Gus hanging in distress above their heads, he's immediately asking her to explain, concerned and alarmed. When Willow's feigned cheerful demeanour shows its cracks and the vines start to ensnare Hunter, the last thing he does before he's fully bound is take a step towards the obviously overwhelmed and frightened Willow and try to reach out for her. Again, what was he planning to do? What was he gonna say? He probably had no idea. His actions were likely instinctive. But the fact that trying to provide some form of comfort to Willow was an instinctive response from him speaks volumes about their relationship. He's not going to stand around and do nothing while she's upset. Even if he's bad with words and emotions, he's always gonna try. She's worth trying for.
Cannot stress this enough but by the time her vines begin to consume her, Willow has probably convinced herself that Hunter's high regard for her has completely plummeted. Because why wouldn't it? This is, without a doubt, Willow at her most pathetic. But during this moment of complete wretchedness and self destruction, Hunter is the one who acts.
He bursts out of the vines and bundles her up in his arms. His hands press down on her shoulders and he frantically assures her that she's not to blame for any of this and she didn't ruin anything. He eases her anxieties by vocally expressing just how much he cares about her. He begs her not to be so mean to herself. And then, with desolate eyes and a soft gentle voice, he asks if she's been holding all this in the whole time.
He wants an answer. He wants her to talk to him. He wants her to tell him what's wrong so he can try to help. He wants to listen. And he's taking the initiative to get there.
And Willow's completely stunned face upon hearing all of this shows just how overgrown her insecurities had become, leading her to become entangled in the worst possible conclusion. She was now receieving affection and loving words from none other than the boy who she fully believed had lost patience with her for constantly messing everything up. The way the first tears pricked and her mouth wobbled when that soft gentle voice expressed concern for her, seconds before the dam inevitably burst. It was all a little too much for her I think.
Also can I talk about the little finger link?? I've been dying to talk about the little finger link!!!!
Everything about how that scene is executed is so sweet to me. Willow, though she's a lot more reassured over where she stands with Hunter, is still a little unsure on how to approach this. She doesn't hold his whole hand. No, that might be a bit much. For both Hunter and herself. Let's start smaller. Less nerve racking.
Of course, if she's still so hesitant, she doesn't have to touch him at all. But she wants to. She really wants to have physical contact with him in some capacity right now, even if it's as tentative as could be. In holding his hand, Willow would be making a rather bold statement. But in linking pinkies, it's more like she's asking a question. Is this okay?
She's clearly a bit unsure. Noticeably not looking at the touch, eyes locked on her feet before she speaks. But as unsure as it is, I think she's pretty brave for doing it at all.
What gets me is that what Hunter said left such an impact on her that she was compelled to thank him. She was grateful to be told that she didn't ruin everything. She had wanted to be told that she meant something to him. Even though she wasn't aware of it, she's realized that hearing those words took a huge weight off her chest. Willow could breathe again. She could see him a little clearer now. And she would like to tell him just how much those words meant to her. Just how much he meant to her.
This is the moment where Hunter silently answers Willow's question. He's choked up, he's nervous, he's overwhelmed, but in spite of all that, he still takes initiative.
In linking their pinkies, Willow is asking Is this okay?
And when Hunter deliberately presses the back of his hand against hers, he's answering her question. It's more than okay.
Anyway Hunter being proactive in almost all of the huntlow scenes, Willow being the more nervous one between them, neither getting to the point they've gotten to if they didn't each take the lead at different moments. It was all so good.
#toh spoilers#huntlow#long post#me: not making any long posts about my ftf thoughts yet i am tired#me five minutes later:#does this even MAKE SENSE?? like do you understand the point im making???#i feel like im not explaining it thoroughly enough#im tired
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Pumpkin picking
Sooo this is the fic ive been working on!! It's a silly lil huntlow/hexsquad fic that takes place the day before TTT!! Also it's my first fic posted here, so don't be too harsh pls
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"So, are we there yet?"
"Hunter, this is your third time asking", Amity sighed. "However, are we there yet?"
"Yeah, it's right over this hill!" Luz said. "But i wanna do a dramatic reveal, so you have to climb up the hill first, and i'll show you and you all will gasp!"
"Whatever makes you happy", Amity said. She hasn't seen Luz smiling much in the past couple of weeks, but this brought her so much joy, so Amity didn't mind some theatrics.
Luz stood on the top of the hill, covering most of the field beside it with her arms and body. She was wearing a red shirt with some bats, a black denim jacket, a pair of black shorts, her usual white boots and unmatched striped socks. It was pretty warm for Gracefield that autumn, so she took advantage of that. Luz watched her friends line up in front of her and took a good look at them - they all decide to wear halloweeny outfits for the ocasion.
Amity was wearing and orange turtleneck, a black skirt with buttons and black heeless shoes. She tucked her hair back with a headband, Sabrina Spellman-style, and looked determined(and extremely beautiful). Gus stood next to her, and he was practically shaking with excitement. He dressed up in an orange sweatshirt with a pumpkin face drawn on it, a pair of black jeans and black converse shoes. Hunter slightly calmed Gus by putting his hand on his shoulder. Hunter himself was wearing an orange shirt with another white long-sleeved shirt under it, light blue jeans and a pair of red crocks, which looked horrendous, but Luz was happy that Hunter was discovering his fashion sence(even if it's awful). Willow, who was standing beside him, was rocking a long black dress with many layers. She tied her hair into a small ponytail, and, for some reason, her footwear of choice was a pair of yellow rubber boots. Luz perfectly knew the energy that was sparking between Willow and Hunter - these two, for sure, wanted to hold hands, but couldn't bring themselves to do it. Vee was absent - she said something about dishes to wash, but Luz was pretty sure it was her strange secret fear of pumpkins.
"A-a-and, you can look!", Luz put her hands down, and the gang saw a field of pumpkins.
"This is not as exciting as i expected..." Hunter said.
"This is just as exciting as i expected!", Gus yelled.
"Okay, first we need to split! I'm going with Amity and Gus," Luz said with a sly smile. "And Hunter is going with Willow! Okaythatsitthelastonetogettothefieldisaloser!"
After blurting it out, she grabbed Amity's and Gus' hands and ran down the hill. Hunter and Willow rushed after them. They gave up almost immediately and decided to walk slowly and take their time.
The first minutes alone with Willow were awkward. Her eyes were so green, full of confusion and wonder. She had a beautiful smile on her face. All the orange around them highlighted her black dress. All Hunter could think about is how much he wanted to hold her hand. And all he did was trying to stare at pumpkins, not at her.
But then she said:
"Look, this pumpkin looks exactly like our abomination teacher did after we beat their team at flyer derby!"
That just made Hunter burst out laughing and broke the tension.
"Can we not choose this one then? That guy creeped me out. Maybe we should take that one that looks like a coffee cup."
"A cup of pumpkin spice latte!"
"Exactly!"
"I love pumpkin spice," Willow said, hiding her eyes away. "Maybe we should get some someday. Like, um, just the two of us..."
Hunter knew what that meant - Luz watched all those crappy romcoms all the time, and when one character wanted to date another character, this is exactly what they said. This meant a lot.
Willow wanted to date him.
Willow wanted to date him!
This thought filled Hunter's entire mind and heart. His face was so red he was sure it's actually on fire. Panic overtook him, and the best he could do is say:
"Yea...um...i need to go to...wash my flowers and...sorry..."
He walked away, slowly at first, but then just started running.
What was he running from? A girl he really, really likes liked him back... Maybe that actually was the reason. No one's ever looked at him like Willow. No one talked to him like her - like she knew everything about him, and accepted all of him. And that novelty was scary, even though Hunter knew that-
He tripped and fell on his face. Great. Absolutely what he needed right now.
"Oh my titan, dude, you found the best one!"
It was Gus' voice. Hunter turned around and saw Luz, Amity and Gus. The latter was holding the pumpkin Hunter tripped on.
"I totally agree!" Amity said. "It's big, and tough, and just the right color!"
Willow reached the group. "Does anyone want to ask Hunter if he's okay, guys?"
"I'm fine", Hunter replied. He looked at Willow, who was so worried about him, and still cared deeply about him even after he ran from her, and added: "And yes. I'd love to go with you very much."
"Go...Where?" Luz said, confused.
"It's a long story," Hunter said. He stood up. "Let's grap this pumpkin and head home."
Him and Willow were holding hands the entire trip back.
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For Huntlow Week day 2 (umbrella), I was inspired to write a little fic! Plus a sketch to go with it:
Image description: A pencil drawing of Willow and Hunter standing under a tree. Willow is holding an umbrella over both of them and they're smiling at each other.
Read the fic on Ao3 or below! (745 words)
Willow's therapist had told her she didn't have to be the responsible one all the time, but right now, Willow wished she'd been a bit more responsible.
The first drop of boiling rain hit her shoe with a sizzle. Willow ducked under the shelter of a tree, not quickly enough to avoid another droplet on her arm. She hissed. She hadn't packed a first-aid kit, or an umbrella, or even a raincoat. It was just supposed to be a little walk in the forest. And now she was stuck in a surprise boiling-rainstorm, utterly unprepared.
Text friends, Clover buzzed. At least Willow's palisman was with her.
Willow pulled out her scroll and sent a message to the groupchat: "SOS caught in rainstorm"
Almost immediately, responses flooded in: "r u ok??" "Take shelter!"
"I'm under a tree," Willow replied, and sent a selfie. "just annoyed that I didn't think to bring an umbrella and now my dads prob won't let me go out alone again for a while"
"I cAN bring you an umbrella,. send location." Hunter's texting style had been getting better since Willow had first met him about a year ago, and at this point, she found the occasional errors endearing. (As well as his nerdiness, and his sense of loyalty, and a lot of other things... but that was another discussion.) Even though he was obviously the only one who could come rescue her, with his immunity to boiling rain, she couldn't help but smile at the offer.
Willow shared her location- a forest not far from Bonesborough- texted her dads that she was okay, and settled in to wait. Clover rested on her shoulder. It wasn't a heavy rainstorm, but drops occasionally filtered through the edges of the tree's canopy, and Willow pressed her back against the trunk to avoid them.
Soon, Hunter arrived on his mechanical staff. He wore a raincoat, but where the rain hit his bare hands and face, it slid off harmlessly like human-realm rain. "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he'd landed. "I got here as fast as I could, but I had to find an umbrella first- here." He handed an umbrella to Willow.
She opened it, feeling much more secure under the boiling-rain-proof material. "Thank you. I'm okay, but I really appreciate you coming here."
"No problem." The tension in Hunter's body drained away, leaving him standing there awkwardly. He eventually asked, "Do you want to fly back to your house or stay here?"
"I was always taught it's safer to shelter in place till the rain ends," Willow replied, "and besides, it would be kind of hard to hold the umbrella while flying."
"If anyone could do it, it would be you, Captain. Or I could hold it over you if you want- I just don't want to leave you here alone."
Oh. "You could wait here with me," Willow suggested. That... would be kind of nice, actually, she thought.
"Oh yeah. I could." Hunter gave a soft smile.
"Come here." Willow beckoned Hunter closer. "I know the rain doesn't hurt you, but it's cozy under here."
Hunter obliged, and she shifted the umbrella to cover both of them. Their arms were touching... Then Hunter noticed the red mark the boiling raindrop had left on Willow's arm.
"You're hurt! One second, I brought a first-aid kit." Hunter rummaged through his bag.
"It's just a small burn." It didn't even hurt anymore, but Willow was touched by his care nevertheless.
With the precision of a field medic but the care of a friend, Hunter dabbed antibiotic cream on the burn and covered it with a band-aid. Willow tried not to focus on his hands on her skin, how close he was, the intimacy of him caring for her.
Hunter released her arm when he was done- was she imagining the blush on his face? "There you go."
"Thank you." Willow could tell she was blushing too. "I feel so silly for not bringing a first-aid kit or umbrella of my own."
"You don't have to be perfectly prepared all the time. I've got you."
Willow's heart was glowing and blooming and doing ridiculous somersaults. Did Hunter even know he had just said the sweetest thing ever?
"Thank you." Willow tentatively reached out and took his hand. It was warm and calloused and fit perfectly with hers.
And so for a while, they stood together under the umbrella, holding hands, watching the boiling rain.
#huntlow#huntlow fanart#huntlow fic#the owl house fanart#the owl house fic#the owl house#huntlow week#huntlow week 2023#my art#my writing#a violet original
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Updated profile pic!
Thanks to everyone for your support through the past year <3 I can't believe TOH has ended...
Some updates/ personal notes under the cut!! Like, its really personal its almost narcissistic!
PRONOUNS: I go by she/they now!!! I've always had a lowkey gender crisis (fueled by an existential crisis really) so I am FINALLY trying this out. Feel free to refer to me with they/them pronouns :) (I guess I should have seen something coming when I made my first proper OC over a decade ago as an aro ace agender lol)
TOH ENDING: I'm really sad that the owl house is over...but I'm so glad I got to meet so many cool people in the TOH fandom!!! I even had the pleasure of sending a few friends stickers as a small token of appreciation. I'm like super grateful for all the encouragement and notes! I don't talk much here but I do read the reblog tags :)
The brainrot was so serious that it made me draw basically everyday the past year (even if its a small doodle) and i really feel like i grew as an artist, and I honed my skills although I still have a long way to go! I can see improvement in my framing and colouring skills :) I think I might do some funny compilation video in the near future...
A BREAK/MINI-HIATUS: I am considering taking a small break from fandom. It might be a few weeks or maybe less, depending on how quickly I get out of this slump. I am guessing its a burn out from all the negative news regarding AI 'art' and being tussled round by the twitter algorithms. Also maybe because i did two epic pieces back to back... I have a lot of ideas and I really don't want to stop posting art online! I want to do sort of a post-WAD/pre-epilogue HW comic series, as well as a grom animatic :)
THANK YOU HUNTLOW ugh they mean so much to me... I know its silly because its a silly little fictional ship. But its really unlocked some creativity in me that I lost? Along with such a lovely community, it has really inspired me to keep drawing! Maybe its a right place at a right time thing, but after watching ASiaS, it gave me brainrot so much that it kicked my other bad habits out the window! I got to do so much cool stuff i always wanted to do including making an animatic, comics, being in a fan zine, epic pieces, making stickers... I can't believe they are canon now its been such a journey to watch this ship and the shippers blossom :)
THANK YOU!!!! If you've ever liked or reblogged any of my drawings, especially leaving funny tags, I just really want to say thank you <3 I really do cherish all the comments I get!!!! and if you've read this far, I'm super impressed!
That's all from me for now!!
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little huntlow concept i wanted to explore.
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42985719
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Hunter stood next to Willow on the balcony of the Owl House. She had busied herself with watering the flowers that were kept on Eda’s deck, insisting that it was an important task. Hunter didn’t mind being taken away from his research on the Collector to hang out with her though. It was cold and even him wearing two sweaters didn’t help but she was worth it to him. Even after all the time they’d spent together in the Human Realm in the garden Willow hadn’t grown sick of him yet.
Anyone else probably would have by now.
“Did you know that the Boiling Isles has very similar cacti to the Human Realm?” said Willow, pulling him back to the present.
“Oh that’s interesting,” he said while mindlessly twirling a piece of his hair, “Do you happen to know why?”
“I haven’t been able to figure it out quite yet,” Willow turned to him and smiled hopefully, “Maybe when we go back you could help me?”
“Of course, I’d be happy to assist you with your studies when we return to the Human Realm.” Hunter said, trying to hide his blush. Titan, this silly crush was getting to be too much.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Willow grinned, “Would you mind helping me water these first?”
Hunter sat down next to Willow. He felt his face flush at their proximity. He distracted himself, examining the stem of one of the flowers that was almost dead. Upon touching it a strange energy could be felt.
Hunter looked over at Willow, feeling rather confused.
“Willow, does this flower contain abnormal properties?”
Willow glanced over, “No, why do you ask?”
“Probably just my imagination but it felt as though there was energy emitting from it.”
Willow put down the watering can and came over to where he was sitting. Hunter felt his face flush due to her closeness.
“Can I see your hand?” she asked.
Hunter nodded, not really understanding what was going on as she took his hand. Willow held his hand out over the plant.
“Try to feel the energy and almost hold it tight in your mind,” she instructed.
Hunter moved his fingertips over the plant, he felt the strange energy coming from it once again. He focused on it, watching in amazement as the plant seemed to grow quickly. It didn’t look dead anymore, in fact if anything it was thriving.
Willow excitedly pulled him into a hug, “Hunter do you realize what this means?”
“The plant contains magical properties?” he guessed.
“No silly,” Willow said smiling warmly, “You can do plant magic!”
“What?!”
“In giving you your life force,” Willow explained, “Flapjack must have also given you some sort of palisman magic that allows you to cast spells like a witch.”
Hunter felt his hand instinctively touch his chest, where Flapjack had spent his final moments. Willow's smile fell, seeing her friend start to shut down. She reached for his right hand, holding it firmly to ground him. He looked down at her, trying to steady his breath.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot,” he said, blushing out of embarrassment.
“I know,” Willow said softly, reaching out her other hand to hold his face, “He wanted you to be able to live the life you wanted.”
“It still hurts a lot,” he said, voice almost a whisper as he held back his tears, “He was supposed to be part of that life.”
“He’s still here Hunter,” she said softly, thumb gently stroking his jawline, “He’ll be here whenever you cast a spell, or carve a palisman, or play flyer derby with your friends.”
“It’s still not the same,” he whispered, tears flooding his eyes now.
“It’s not,” she agreed, “but he gave you the chance to live again because he wanted to.”
Hunter felt his face warm up as she brushed the tears off his face. He let out a small squeak as she pulled him closer to her. Willow looked up at him, intently.
“You deserve a chance.”
“Thanks Willow.”
Hunter carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a firm hug. Willow felt her face flush as she wrapped her arms contently around his waist. Hunter noticed her ears flutter slightly.
“Of course,” she smiled, “And for the record? I think you’re going to make a pretty sick wild witch.”
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tag @jattendschaton<3
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
29
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
283,369
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mostly miraculous ladybug and a bit of owl house! potentially a couple others in the future
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Why Are You Like This?
tell me something i don't know
lucky (we're in love in every way)
some truths are loyal (as the shadows we lead)
two idiots and a hamster
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i try to! it means a lot to me that people would go out of their way to leave their thoughts. sometimes it's a bit hard to keep up on multichaps though if the updates are frequent enough so i really fell off the bandwagon and currently live in shame with an overflowing inbox;; trying to do better from now on!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
tbh i don't really do angsty endings bc i want the ending to be happy lol
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
like i said, all my fics have a happy ending but i think lucky is probably the most like extra-fluffy happy ending. and then tell me something i don't know is probably the most cathartic happy ending purely for the dramatic 100k+ buildup lol.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not really, no! maybe a sort of disappointed comment here and there
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
nope and i don't read it either haha
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
nah
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
haha i hope not!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
a few in russian and one in spanish (the beginning of it, at least)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yep! @botherkupo was my collab partner for two idiots and a hamster and i had a blast writing with her!! kim is such a good writer and sooo clever and funny so it was really fun to try to match her energy and bounce ideas off each other to make it as silly as possible
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
love square and in particular marichat is my weakness<3 also big shoutout to huntlow. and also zelink. and also recently tamaharu. aklsjf
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
at this point im not sure i will ever come back to i wanna tell you (but i don't know how) … it's an owl house fic that i started during season 3 but the direction i had planned doesn't feel very relevant anymore now that the show is over
16. What are your writing strengths?
i think dialogue bc i really enjoy writing it and it typically comes most easily to me! i would consider humor a strength too bc i have a very good time being silly
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
big one is speed. I'm just very slow 😔 the writing process is fairly painstaking for me, and it takes a lot of time and effort even to write things that are pretty short and simple! agonies
for the writing itself, i consider myself a pretty simple writer with a pretty simple writing style—which works well for me most of the time, especially since I tend to lean toward humor. but sometimes it feels like a weakness when i read a story with really rich, beautiful prose and i wish i could emulate that a bit more! when i'm trying for something with a more serious tone it takes a lot more effort for me to convey the appropriate level of depth I'm going for and i worry about going overboard and coming off as overwrought or cheesy sounding lol. along the same vein i feel sometimes that my characterization is a bit two-dimensional and i find myself wishing i could add more levels and depth to the characters. there's just a lot i try to balance in my writing and i don't feel like im quite striking that balance every time. which is fine because no one's perfect ofc! i hope this is all stuff i can learn to be better at.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i generally prefer keeping everything in english since im writing in english. it just feels a bit smoother for the POV if there would be no distinction for the character, and i don't want people to be pulled out of the story if they need to google something
19. First fandom you wrote for?
hunger games, i think
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
tell me something i don't know C:
tagging (if you want to!): @fairytales-and-folklore @lollytea @bahbahhh @sha-nwa @botherkupo @taliaxlatia (or whatever blog u wanna do it on lol)
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you’re back
fandom: the owl house
pairing: slight huntlow mention, but this isn’t a huntlow fic!
characters included: ler!darius, lee!hunter
word count: 1,127
genre: fluff!
warnings: mentions of fear of abandonment
author’s note: TOOK LONG ENOUGH!!!!!!!! i cut this short in an effort to let myself post some content, so if you guys like it enough for me to write the second part, tell me~!
hunter bent his neck and peered into the doorway of the old shack that was next to luz’s house, jaggedly straightening it once he saw the pink and orange skies on the other side.
over many months of intensive work on the demon realm portal, all of his friends were back in bonesborough and reuniting with their loved ones.
the blonde, however, didn’t really have anyone to come back to — nobody that he felt would legitimately want to welcome him home, anyway.
he had darius, but he doubted that the man would feel any type of way about his return.
at the most, they were coworkers. acquaintances at the very most.
while the moments that hunter spent with darius meant a lot to him — whether that be when he was teaching him how to sew, taking him out to lunch, playing card games with him, or bringing him apple blood when he was sick — they were likely inconsequential for the older man.
hunter was just a kid, after all. spending time with him most definitely wouldn’t have made enough of an impact on darius for him to come and see him after he had been gone. he basically acted as a caretaker, probably because he felt like he had an obligation to do so.
the wavy-haired boy looked down at the wooden floor and exhaled deeply through his nose. it was probably silly to even consider that darius would be there to greet him.
“maybe if belos was... around... he would have liked to see me...” hunter thought before roughly rubbing at his temple with the palms of his gloved hands in an attempt to shoo his thoughts away.
he looked back into the doorway with a sigh, fiddling his thumbs before stepping into the demon realm.
the air was cool and refreshing, in drastic contrast with the rainy, muggy weather in connecticut.
however, the boy wasn’t given too much time to ponder the weather before he heard a familiar voice ring through the air in front of him.
“hunter?!”
the blonde looked around to find where the noise was coming from.
his eyes started to well with tears as he saw a large man bolting towards him, his arms open wide.
“darius!”
“KID! you’re back!”
hunter had begun running towards darius and had jumped into his arms when they met.
darius hugged hunter tightly, one arm around his waist and one vertical on his back so that his hand could support his head. hunter wrapped his arms around his neck as he swayed back and forth delicately.
“i— i— darius...” hunter whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks. “you didn’t have to come and see me... i am sure you had better things to do...”
darius let his own tears fall with a heavy sigh of relief.
“don’t be silly, kid.” he said, gently petting the hair on the back of hunter’s head. “of course i didn't have to come and see you. i wanted to come and see you.”
hunter clutched at the back of darius’ top in an attempt to regain some sense of stability.
“i— i didn’t think that anyone was going to come for me...” he blubbered, pressing his damp eyes into darius’ shirt. “belos isn’t here, and i didn’t think that we were close enough for you to—”
darius cut the boy off with a long “shhhh”.
hunter took a deep breath and rested his head on the man’s shoulder.
“hey, hey, hey. it’s okay. relax.” darius murmured, gently rocking the boy from side to side. “don’t let any of those negative thoughts get to you, okay? of course i wanted to be here. you’re my little buddy.”
hunter nuzzled into darius’ neck to hide his blushy, teary-eyed smile.
“d—don’t call me that.”
darius raised his eyebrows, excited by the boy’s personality shining through. he’s missed his stubbornness that could be easily taken down by a little bit of well-intentioned embarrassment.
“oh~? why not, little prince?” the man teased, pressing his fingers into hunter’s side. “do you not like it?”
to darius’ surprise, his poking of hunter’s side elicited a muffled boyish squeal from the boy. he had expected the kid to look up at him and say something like, “why’d you do that? i’m not ticklish. you really think that i would have such a weakness?”
but, no. this was so much better.
his jaw dropped before the edges of his mouth turned into a large grin.
“oh... that’s interesting. i didn’t know that you were...”
hunter craned his neck to look at darius, successfully suppressing a wave of giggles in his chest.
“darius, don’t you dare.”
it was obvious that he was attempting to sound intimidating, but it completely fell flat — not only was the smile on his face giving him away, but he was not nearly as tall or strong or darius — thus, at a significant disadvantage.
“oh, come on! why not~?” darius said, cocking his head to the side with faux innocence. “i haven’t seen you smile in so long, not to mention laugh! i actually don’t think that i have ever seen you laugh, especially not like how you’re about to.”
“DARIUS—!”
this being said, darius drilled his fingers into hunter’s ribs, resulting in a shrill screech followed by uncontrollably loud laughter.
“dahaharius! plehehehease! my friehehends are gonna hehehear—!”
“oh, no~!” the man chuckled, rolling his eyes at hunter’s sheepishness. “your friends are gonna have a new way to make you smile. what a shame."
speaking of hunter’s friends, the four other kids were sitting in a circle with their loved ones, all intently watching the event go down.
“oh, we hear you loud and clear, hunter~!” gus chirped with a wide smile. “i won’t be forgetting about this!”
“nohohohohooooo!” hunter whined through his giggles, weakly pushing at darius’ shoulders in an attempt to get himself loose from the man’s grip. “plehehehase forget about it!”
gus looked to his left, where willow sat with her dads. her cheeks were bright red, and the look on her face was one of surprised fondness — a smile that she was hiding under the palm of her right hand.
the boy gently nudged his friend with his elbow.
“you don’t look like you’re gonna be forgetting this any time soon, willow. you look like you could pop, you’re that red.” gus whispered with a chuckle. “i don’t think that i have ever seen you like this.”
willow rolled her eyes and playfully shoved gus’ shoulder.
“shush.”
speaking of, willow didn’t know why she felt so... much right now.
seeing hunter smile, hearing him laugh so boisterously... it was like nothing else that she had ever felt.
“this better not awaken anything in me.” willow thought.
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{Massive Toh s3 Spoilers}
This is just gonna be a diary of my thoughts before and well watching the special, get ready for me to fucking lose it.
Kings tide, and so it begins😀
We’re only on kings tide and I’m already crying cause eda kissed hootys head. I totally forgot that happened and I’m gonna lose it
I FORGOT HOW STRESSFUL KINGS TIDE IS IM NOT OKAY
I’m sorry but hooty in a ball is so funny, like, I wanna know how long he actully is.
Imagine if Luz actually got petrified, like she literally almost died. What would have the hexside squad and every one done.
Her almost getting petrified must have been so painful, remember how painful it was when Eda was almost petrified.
Tera turning to rain and asking “Raine? Belos is giving us paradise right?” Will always be a heartbreakingly good line. I get chills every time.
AMITY HAVING TO LEAVE HER DAD HAS ME IN TEARS AGAIN I CANT DO THIS
RUN LUZ RUN
YES HEXSIDE SWUAD IS HERE
willow is so powerful I love her
King looked like a bowling ball because of the way he fell down the stairs.
I forgot that Gus saw everything from hollow mind, is he gonna bring it up to luz and Hunter at all?
Ew, I didn’t know that they have earwigs on the boiling isles. I can’t escape earwigs
THERE ARE SO MANY GOLDEN GUARD CORPUSES:(
I love how amity and Luz protect eachother they are literally goals
OMG RAINE I LOVE YOU PLEASE BE OKAY
YES THE COLLECTORS THEME IS SO GOOD
the collector low key fucked Belos up lmao. I forgot how terrifying they are.
I still love the collector and his little “okay!:) boop:)”
Omg the collector is so cool, I feel like he would be an iPad kid
“I’m so happy I had you as a big sister” IM FUCKING WRECKED YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND
Gus’s little cry I can’t do this.
Okay now thanks to them
I’m so fucking terrified
Amity with the tea omgit’s adorable, I need camila needs to teach her how to cook
Hunter really went “they won’t hate you, they’ll hate us:)”
AMITY AND LUZ ARE SO CUTE W THE BANDAID
BELOS NEEDS TO GET HUS UGLY ASS OUTTA HERE
Gus is so cute ONG but he needs to stop breaking stuff
LMAO CAMILA WAS LIKE “WTF” when Hunter knelt in-front of her
LUZ AND HER DAD ON THE WALL I CANT DEAL WITH THAT:(
LUMITY STUDIOS PRESENTS LMAO SHES SUCH A NERD
Amity leaving out odalia as she should on the family picture.
Huntlow is adorable
Gus you silly goose
LUMITY IN THE RAIN MY FANFIC DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE
I’m just waiting for something absolutely traumatic to happen and then Disney is like “BUY A BARBIE DREAM CLOSET”
THEIR ALL LEARNING SPANISH ONG
HOTTY ON THE DOOR THEY MISS HIM:(
Omg it’s duolingo
HUNTER IS SO BAD AT SOANISH
OMG THEY ARE TRYING TO HELP WITH THE HOUSE WORK
Amity you loser, she just ate shit
A MAP?!?!
OMG HUNTER IS CRUSHING SO HARD
omg luz has a Fanny pack lmao
Poor luz omg:(
PICTURES OF EDA IN LUZS LOCKER:(
the kid with the gauged ears look so cool
CAMILA ASKING IF THEY NEED TO DRINK BLOOD
Hunter practicing his sewing skills
OMG HUNTER WITH THE WOLF SHIRT
Hunter is so happy:)
Oh no, now he’s so sad:(
amity, go check on ur girl
CAMILA LOVES THEM SO MUCH
“You don’t want luz to turn out like you did” no that’s so fucking mean
Luz is so adorable saying to give the parliaments a kiss
“Hedgehogs”🙄
HUNTER AND GUS OKG THAT IS SO ADORABLE
TEANSPORT WORM
NO HUNTER OMG I HOPE YOUR OKAY
WILLOW WHYD YOU POKE HIM
Amity at the library is so cute
Ew not the historical society freak I fucking hate him
OMG THE COOL PERSON IS NON-BINARY
OMG VEE BLUSHED AT THE COOL GOTH PERSON OMG
THE SCRAP BOOK IS SO CUTE:)
OMG I JUST NOTICED THE LESBIAN FLAG HEART
Vee is so cool and smart and I love her
Oh thank god Hunter is okay but he terrified, I would be too
OMG ITS EXATLY WHAT HE SAID DURING THE SELKIDAUMUS EPISODE
Not the basement wtf
WTF IS IN THERE
Oh thank god it’s just a possum
Omg hunters crying and I’m crying we’re twins
Why is Camilla so weird ab the comic?
Luz and amity are so cute with the costumes they just love eachother so much
ITS NOT UR FAULT LUZ
everybody is such nerds
GET UR FUGLY ASS OUT IF HERE BELOS
IS BELOS GONNA POSSES HUNTER NO OMG? IS flapjack gonna be okay
BELIS NEEDS TO LEAVE THIS POOR BOY ALONE
Hunter needs to go to sasha for therapy
THE REASON SHE READS AZURA IS BECAUSE OF HER DAD:(
OMG IT GOT IN THROUGH HUNTERS CUT
HUNTER NO ONG
IK that this is a very dramatic moment ad all but it’s funny to me that he put the wolf shirt on under the costume, he’s adorable I love him:)
FlapjackNO WTF
WAIT THAT WAS OWLBERT ON THE VILE
O MF THE ANIMATIONIT LOOKS LIKE A MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE
OMG FLAPJACK NO YOU CANT DO THIS
Fight him Hunter you can do this
OMG HUNTER PLEASE BE OKAY
flapjack:( this is so not okay I’m so not okay. I will never be okay again
CAMILA OMG I LOVE HER
Mama IN THE DEMON REALM
Hunter talking to flapjack:(
Good witch luzura:) that’s so cute
IMG vee I fucking love you
I’m not gonna be okay ever again
My cry count is like 7:)
#toh 3#toh spoilers#the owl house season 3#the owl house willow#the owl house hunter#the owl house amity#the owl house s3#the owl house spoilers#toh belos#toh#toh season three
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The Surprise Party (Part 1)
Part 2 can be found here
Part 3 can be found here
Part 4 can be found here
Part 5 can be found here
Summary: When she learns that Belos never told Hunter his birthday, Willow gets the Hexsquad together to throw him his very first birthday party. She's determined to make it extra special, because Hunter deserves as much love as he can get (and maybe she has some growing feelings for him). The Hexsquad pairs off into different groups as they head on an adventure to the mall, but things might be a little more complicated than Willow thought. Can these cringey neurodivergent disasters work through their individual struggles to give Hunter a magical day?
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Hey everyone! This fic was written as part of the Hexes and Os zine Secret Santa gift exchange. It is my first multi-chapter fic; it won't be super long but definitely the longest fic I've written. Each chapter will follow a different POV and explore that character. Obviously the crux of the fic is about Hunter's party, but I wanted to have some individual focus on each member of the Hexsquad as well, before they all meet back up for the final part.
There will be some light angst, and also Luz's chapter will include references to ableist bullying, so be aware of that. However, this fic is meant to primarily be a fluffy feel-good story about cringey neurodivergent teens being silly, and it will remain so. Expect Warrior Cats references, sibling bonding, Camila being amazing, and more.
Also I've never written Huntlow before; I do hope Willow and Hunter are in character for this. Additional parts to come!
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Hunter was still smiling, but it wasn’t like it was before. Willow could tell the difference, because his genuine smiles used to be so rare. Over the past few months, she had gotten to see him smile more than she ever thought she would, and that gap-toothed grin was imprinted on her mind. This smile was a fake. No one else seemed to have noticed; they were all rambling happily, just as Hunter had been a few moments before. The smile had only slipped when they shared their birthdays.
Amity had been trying to explain the Boiling Isles calendar to Luz, but it just made her more confused, and they had all laughed as they tried to figure out when their birthdays were in the human calendar. And then they had gotten to Hunter.
“When’s your birthday?” Vee had asked.
And just like that, Hunter’s smile slipped. “Oh, uh…I don’t really know. Belos never told me.”
Amity furrowed her brow. “But-”
Luz interjected laughing nervously. “Hey, I forgot to tell you all about the cutest little rat that showed up at the vet today! She had these tiny little paws, and -”
Luz was the worst liar Willow had ever met; she was practically sweating, but the group let it go. Only Willow noticed the soft exhale Hunter let out, and his attempt at smiling once more. As much as Willow loved her friends, they were shockingly bad at picking up on this sort of thing. Hunter didn’t like to talk about Belos, even though he had been with him for almost his entire life. Willow saw the way he flinched whenever Camila entered the room, and tensed up, baffled, when he received affection. That he had never experienced a birthday celebration wasn't surprising at all, but it still hurt to have it confirmed. Willow’s dads always threw huge parties for Willow; she didn’t even like them so fancy, but her dads were always the type to go overboard, and she was grateful all the same. To not have any acknowledgement at all…
An idea took root in her head, an idea so exciting she wanted to spill it out on the spot. But no, if she wanted this to work she’d have to wait, and not do anything to arouse his suspicion. He deserved a surprise, and she would make it happen.
Clover buzzed onto her shoulder, and somehow, though the bee lacked eyebrows, it looked like she was raising one. Willow rolled her eyes at her Palisman. Clover had been teasing Willow these past few weeks. Yes, Willow held a special place in her heart for Hunter. And yes, that special place might, might, be a romantic one. But she wasn’t about to say anything, not while he was still adjusting to even having platonic friends.. Clover buzzed at her once more and she shushed the bee with her finger. They had had several arguments about this, but she was firm. Hunter needed time to just exist; it would be selfish to start openly flirting with him at this point. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t let him know how special he was to her, and she now had the perfect plan. She just needed to get Camila’s permission first, given its ambition.
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Willow waited until it was time for bed before broaching the subject. Camila always told each of the kids goodnight in the exact same order, so Willow waited on the hallway landing for her to emerge from the boy’s basement.
“Willow!” said Camila as she ascended the stairs. “Do you need something?”
“Um, actually, I was wondering if I could talk to you about an idea I had.” She explained about the birthday conversation, and how sad Hunter had looked. Camila’s face fell when Willow told her about how he had never had a birthday before. And then Willow broke the idea - the entire household would throw a surprise party for Hunter, with gifts, cake, decorations, and all. “We’ve been earning pocket money so we can buy our own gifts, but I wanted your permission to use the house, and also maybe help with the cake since…uh…” She didn’t need to mention the disaster that had resulted when the squad had gotten together to make a cake for Camila.
“That’s such a good idea!” said Camila, flinging her arms up in excitement but quickly lowering them with a sheepish look. “He’ll be so excited. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to help. I’ll take him out for the day so you can all go shopping. Ooh, and we can get party streamers and balloons! I always love planning birthdays.” She clasped her hands together in a pose Willow had seen Luz do countless times, and Willow suppressed a giggle at the sight. Camila was obviously self-conscious about it, so she didn't react outwardly, but it was sweet to see Luz's mom had the same goofy tendencies as her daughter.
“Thanks, Camilla!”
“Of course. You have such a kind, strong heart.”
Willow flushed. “Well, Hunter deserves it.”
Camila nodded. "I know he's very important to you."
"All of my friends are."
"Oh yes, all of your friends. You care for everyone so much." But there was a look in her eyes similar to the one Clover had given earlier. Willow chose to ignore it. She had Camila’s full support. Now she just had to get the others involved, without any of them giving the surprise away. That might prove more of a challenge.
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“I need to talk to you guys,” said Willow to Vee, Amity, and Gus. It had been several days since she originally thought of her plan, and she hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to anybody without Hunter being in the house. Finally, though, Camila had suggested he take a trip to the library, since he had recently gotten an intense interest in wolves, and Willow was granted at least an hour with her other friends.
Amity and Vee were flopped on the couch in front of the TV, completely zoned out, while Gus perched on the armrest, happily fidgeting with a small beaded dinosaur.
“About what?” said Amity, glancing up at Willow.
“You’ll see. Where’s Luz?”
“In the bedroom. She said she wanted some alone time but that was like an hour ago.”
“Okay, I’ll go get her. Turn the TV off and get ready; this is important.”
“Hold on, this is the best part,” said Gus, leaning closer to the screen. “Just give it a minute.”
“I’ll be a minute getting Luz.”
Gus didn’t answer. Willow sighed. She loved her friends dearly, but they weren’t always the most focused bunch.
“Luz?” Willow tapped on the door once she reached the shared bedroom upstairs, but there was no response. “Luz, I need to talk to you.”
She laid her ear against the door, and inside she could faintly hear music leaking from Luz’s headphones.
“No alarms and no surprises…”
“Luz?”
The faint trickle of music continued, only now she could hear Luz singing along.
Willow huffed and opened the door. Luz immediately paused the music, sitting up straight in bed with her headphones slung around her neck, a guilty expression on her face. “Oh, hey Willow. Sorry if I didn’t hear you knock.”
“It’s fine. Come meet me in the living room, I’ve got something to say to everybody.”
“Everybody? You need to wait then, Hunter’s at the library.”
“Exactly,” said Willow, winking, and Luz raised an eyebrow. Willow didn’t have time to waste explaining.
She headed to the living room, where Amity, Gus, and Vee had failed to listen to her request. “Uh, guys? Remember I need to talk to you.”
“Hold on Willow,” said Gus. “This is the best part!” The scene was an entirely different one from the one that had been playing when Willow left, so Willow summoned a plant to snatch up the remote and turn off the TV.
“What?” Gus cried. “Why?”
“I’m planning a surprise for Hunter,” said Willow, shaking off her mild frustration. “A birthday party.”
Luz perked up immediately. “Willow, that’s a great idea! He’ll be so happy, oh my gosh!”
“I know! I was thinking we could make it happen this weekend. I’ve heard Vee mention a place called the mall that she said is kind of like an indoor version of the Bonesborough market?”
“The mall? We’re going to the mall?” Gus forgot his TV show instantly. “I’ve always wanted to do that! Can we visit the battle arena?”
“The…battle arena?” Luz asked.
“And is it true you stuff the skins of fearsome predators and dress them up in clothing to humiliate them?”
“Uh…” Luz laughed. “No. The mall is dangerous, but not in that way. It’s more the social kind of danger.”
“It’s not dangerous at all,” said Vee. “I hang out there all the time. I can show you guys around!”
Luz furrowed her brow, but the conversation had already moved on.
“Ooh, we'll shop together, Willow!” Amity’s ears perked up as she got to her feet. Her ears had always been more expressive than the typical witch, but after their friendship ended Amity had worked hard to suppress their movements. Now she was always wriggling and twitching her ears. Willow was happy for her, she really was, but at Amity's suggestion a coldness crept in. It was a coldness Willow had been working hard to hide. Amity had been wanting to hang out with her a lot lately, and she enjoyed it, truly. But there was still a lingering feeling of resentment, and Willow was ashamed to admit it. And the way Amity acted like nothing had ever happened, just stated that they would be hanging out together, as if things had never been anything other than great between them...
Amity remained grinning, clearly failing to notice anything wrong.
Amity’s nice now. There’s no reason to feel annoyed.
Willow pushed her feelings down. “Yeah, sure. Gus, you want to come with us too?”
“I was actually thinking I could go with Vee. She’s clearly a human expert and I want to ask her some stuff.”
“Great, Luz can go with you two as well.” Willow was not getting third-wheeled again. “Now that that’s settled, Camila’s going to take Hunter out on a trip this weekend and we’ll go get our gifts then. And they need to be meaningful, okay? This’ll be Hunter’s first birthday, and I want it to be special. And absolutely no spoiling the surprise.”
Gus leaped to his feet and gave a dramatic salute. “Yes, ma’am!”
“Great!” Willow grinned. She could already picture Hunter’s wide, baffled eyes when he saw the party, and then the way his confusion would melt into an ecstatic smile when he realized it was for him. Willow held that image in her head for the rest of the evening.
Part 2 can be found here
Part 3 can be found here
Part 4 can be found here
Part 5 can be found here
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Just realised I never dropped my “huntlow in the future raising a kid together” au here.. uh here’s me rambling
• Hunter owns a bakery; he works 4 days a week and spends his Fridays looking after his daughter
• Willow is a professional flyer derby player! She also volunteers in helping restore the palistrom trees with eda
• Hunter never misses one of willows games, whenever she gets a point hunter yells “THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!” Everyone knows this already, he tells them every week
• (Hunter still plays flyer derby btw, just not on a professional level)
• T4T couple swag real
• Their adoptive daughters name is Poppy Park! She’s five years old and loves gardening, hitting people with sticks and just being silly in general
• She has a special interest in plant magic! She loves watching willow making all sorts of flowers and vines using her magic
• Hunter is extremely nervous about being a dad at first, but the second he holds baby poppy in his arms they are basically inseparable
• During the first few months after poppys adoption, willow would often wake to find that hunter had snuck out of bed at 6am to just watch over poppy in her crib. Most of the time he’s crying
• (Here she is using an owl house picrew, she’s around 15 here, she studies all magic but specialises in plants and beastkeeping)
• Gus is absolutely the cool uncle, he’s poppy’s favourite playmate because of his illusions
• Luz is her favourite when it comes to storytime though, she’s read her every Azura book at least 5 times. Amity tags along sometimes too
• Hunter and Willow wait a while to get married, “who proposes when they do?” Both of them, duh.
• Luz: “hey gus,,, funniest thing, willow just told me she plans on proposing to hunter tonight”
Gus: “…”
Luz: “what??”
Gus: “huh, hunter told me the exact same thing”
• Anyway they have a small wedding reception, willow only wanted to invite relatives and close friends, and hunter is very thankful for that
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Sweet Things
Writing pointless huntlow fluff in preparation for For The Future, indulge me.
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“Wow Willow, you really went all out with the florals!” Luz exclaimed as she opened the door for the plant witch and her impressive selection of dahlias in every possible color.
“Thanks!” Willow said brightly, setting them down to go prepare a vase. “They reminded me of your mom’s tablecloth I found in the hall closet so I thought it would be a fun addition to our special dinner for tonight!”
“It’ll be like an explosion of color!” Luz exclaimed, examining the colorful folded fabric Willow had placed on the counter. “We haven’t gotten to use that tablecloth in awhile, it’s got a huge rip on the side from when I tried to use it as a parachute.”
“Oh, I didn’t even notice,” said Willow, making a mental note to ask about that story later on. “Well, I bet Hunter could fix it.” She finished filling the case with water and called out to the next room. “Hey, hon?”
“Yes?” Came Hunter’s voice, quickly followed by him sticking his head in the doorway.
“Do you think you could fix the tear in the table cloth for me? I wanna make the table look fancy and it matches the flowers I made for the center piece perfectly.”
“Of course!” Hunter said brightly, walking over to take the fabric from the counter. He gathered some sewing supplies from the drawer in the kitchen and set up at the kitchen table as he accessed the work that needed to be done.
“Yay! Thanks so much,” said Willow with a smile, placing the flowers in the vase and admiring the presentation. “I’m gonna go finish up some things outside then I’ll be back to help set the table.”
As Hunter and Willow went to carry on with their tasks, Luz said at the counter wondering if she had misheard Willow. As Hunter focused on his repair work, Luz looked at him with confusion as though an explanation was in order. After a minute, he looked up to find her eye on him and offered her his own look of confusion. “What?”
“Willow just called you ‘hon.’” She stated as though he wasn’t aware.
“Yeah?” he said, not seeing her point. “It’s short for Hunter, like Hun-ter.”
“Are you sure it’s not short for ‘honey?”
“I mean, she calls me that sometimes too,” he said nonchalantly. “But, I guess that’s not technically short for Hunter since it’s the same amount of syllables.”
“Hunter, Willow is not calling you honey because it’s short for Hunter.”
“I know, I just said it’s the same amount-.”
“No dude, I think she means honey likes actual honey.”
Well, maybe? I guess it’s probably because my hair is yellow which is the same color as honey.” Hunter reasoned. “I mean, her palisman is a bee so it makes sense she would know a decent amount about that.”
“Hmmm maybe,” said Luz, not convinced. “But I think it’s because she thinks you’re so sweet just like honey.” She reached out to pinch his cheek and used the baby voice she would speak to King with. “Aww, look at you! Willow’s widdle honey baby boy.”
“Stop that!” he said, turning his face away from her. “It’s probably just because she really likes bees-.”
“Or because she really likes yoooou.” said Luz, not convinced or willing to be wrong about this. “Alot of people call someone honey when they’re, ya know, more than friend.”
The tips of Hunter’s ears turned bright red at the suggestion.
“W-w-well that’s just silly!” He said, not sounding like he believed his own words. “I’ve never heard you and Amity call each other that!”
“No, but she calls me her batata which means sweet potato,” said Luz.
“Do... all terms of endearment have to be food related?”
“I mean, I guess not?” said Luz. “But honey is a pretty common one.”
“What are... other common ones?” Said Hunter clearing his throat, trying to seem like he was focused on his sewing and internally hyperventilating about how oblivious he possibly was.
“Whyyyy?” Asked Luz with a smirk that seemed to read his mind.
“No reason, just curious,” he lied, as there very much was a reason.
“I dunno like ‘sweetie’ I guess?” Luz racked her mind for a list of examples.
Hunter squeaked. Luz looked over and saw he had stabbed himself with a needle, as though something about what she said had distracted him.
She gave a little gasp. “Does she call you sweetie?” Luz asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Sometimes?”
“Hunter!”
“She calls me a lot of things!” He said, sucking on the tip of the finger he has stabbed. “I mean, okay, she calls me flower names-.”
“What? Like what?!”
“She calls me daffodil, sometimes...” Hunter said quietly, the redness from his ears spreading to the rest of his face. “And like, sunflower I guess. But it’s not-.”
“Well you can’t deny that Willow loves flowers,” teased Luz with a smirk. ”Awww, are you her little flower?”
“Wellmaybeiamandyourejustjealous.” Hunter mumbled quickly and almost too quietly.
“What was that?” Luz joyfully inquired.
“Maybe I am and you’re just jealous,” repeated Hunter, not looking at her as he tried to focus on threading his needle. “I mean, you can’t expect me to believe that Willow doesn’t give nicknames to anyone else.”
“There’s a difference between a nickname and a term of endearment.”
That much Hunter did know. He knew what titles commanded respect and which ones were meant to ridicule. The only other nicknames he had received had been negative or ironic, two things Willow was definitely not towards him. He knew the nicknames she gave him came from a place of admiration, but he never dared to dream that it was such a... unique admiration.
“So like, someone would use these terms for someone they... liked?” Hunter asked carefully.
“More than just liked.” Luz said. “Like, liked-liked.”
“Sometimes like which times?” Hunter asked urgently. “Like, is it possible it’s just a coincidence and it’s just purely platonic because Willow just has a vast knowledge of plants that resemble my hair color?”
“I mean, some people use them that way, yeah,” said Luz trying to hide the delight she took in Hunter’s panicked expression. “But I’ve never heard Willow call anyone else ‘honey.’ In fact, I think that’s what her dads call each other. Ya know, her dads who are in looove.”
“So that could be... why.” Hunter said slowly, unable to deny that it made sense. Unable to deny that he was kind of glad that it did.
“Do you have any nicknames for her?” Luz asked, putting her hand under her chin as she took delight in watching Hunter process this new possibility.
“I mean, I call her Captain but that’s more her title than a nickname,” said a Hunter, searching his mind. “Should I have one for her?”
“I mean, if you want to, yeah,” said Luz. “It’s not like a requirement or anything but it could be a cute way to let her know that you like her too.”
“I’m not... very good nicknames,” admitted Hunter and Luz noted happily that he did not deny the implication that he liked Willow. “Most of the ones I've given have had more literal connotations and not in a nice way. And I’ve never really had a reason to use a term of endearment, what are some good ones?”
“My dude, you’ve come to the right place,” assured Luz, pulling out her phone where she kept a list in her notes for just such an occasion.
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Hunter sat at the table looking down at his hands as he practiced what he wanted to say in his head. When Willow walked through the door he stood up, holding the folded tablecloth close to his chest as she reentered the kitchen, trying to seem relaxed.
“Oh, uh hi!” He said as though he had not been waiting for her to return. He held the result of his labor out to her. “I finished the tablecloth. Good as new.”
“Oh no, it’s even better!” She smiled, taking it from him to admire the skillful repair. She unfolded it and twirled around the kitchen with it like she had just been given a gown for the ball. “Now it’s got that special Hunter touch, thanks so much buttercup!”
“Of course!” He said, taking the use of the word as a sign to test the waters. “Anytime... babe.”
Willow stopped spinning as her ears perked at the word and she quickly turned her head from admiring the craftsmanship to looking at him in slight disbelief. “What did you say?”
Hunter gulped. Maybe she really just hadn’t heard him?
“I said, uh, anytime babe.” He repeated quicker, leaning against the doorframe hoping it sounded more natural this time as he landed the sentiment with finger guns. He tried not to linger on the word so it wouldn’t seem like her was trying so hard but he did want her to notice so she would notice that he noticed that she-
“Oh, yeah,” Willow cleared her throat. “That’s uh, that’s what I thought you said.” Her voice seemed labored, as though she was trying to adjust her breathing. “Well, uh thanks again... uh Hunter.”
Just Hunter? No marigold? No honey? Not even dandelion? Titan, he had ruined everything! Why had he listened to Luz? Willow hadn’t been calling him those things because she liked him more than a friend! She was just being creative!
“Of course, of course,” he said, now seeing it was his turn to steady his breathing. “Maybe we should uh, start setting up the table? Camila will be back with the take out soon.”
“Yeah, I wonder if we’ll need any sugar.” Willow pondered, still learning when sugar was needed and when salt was meant to be put out.
“Any what?” Hunter asked as though she had not finished her thought.
Willow looked at him with a raised eyebrow before she understood what he thought he had heard her say. “Oh no, I meant actual sugar, like for the table.” Willow clarified, a soft crimson dancing across the bridge of her nose as she realized he had a reason to be confused; she had called him that numerous times.
“Right, right yes of course,” said Hunter, embarrassed trying to look busy as he fetched the plates from the higher cabinet. “But um would you... like if we put sugar on the table? Like, would you say that you... like sugar?”
“Well yeah, I like sweet things,” she said as she gathered the forks and knives. She looked across the table at him, meticulously placing the plates an even distance from each other. Clover flew over and sat atop his head, resting peacefully like Hunter was the sweetest smelling flower she had ever come across. Hunter was so used to this action by now that it did not deter his focus and he subconsciously reached up and scratched her head with his finger and the palisman nuzzled against it affectionately. “You of all people should know that.”
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Also we've all written essays about how good Zeno's voice acting for Hunter is, because it's great, BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT TATI GABRIELLE AS WILLOW THIS EPISODE??? THE FUCKING RANGE AND DEPTH OF EMOTION SHE PORTRAYED HERE!!! The effortless return to anxious s1 willow's voice but this time more raw and vulnerable bc this is a willow who isn't as used to the fear and self-hatred as she used to be and it's scary for her!! The heartbreaking voice crack when she says "I can't do this". Tati's done such a good job subtly making willow sound older as s2 progressed, and then plays with it so well here I just. AUGH! RAGRAGHRSGH BITING AND CLAWING SHE WAS SO GOOD!!!!
I LOVE TATI GABRIELLE'S WILLOW VOICE. I've always found it so distinct and adorable and cartoonishly plucky yet authentic and full of heart. I love that it's a little scratchy, a little crackly. I love that it's so high pitched that it sometimes cracks or squeaks when she gets emotional. I've got a pretty high pitched voice too and it does that occasionally, so I love to see it.
Her line delivery has always been so funny. It being so cutesy and silly sounding really adds to the comedy. ("Not if I never look down :)") However, it took a while before Tati was fully allowed to go bonkers in the booth. Nothing too crazy. Quirky best friend stuff. I mean they eventually let her loose on Inner Willow and she fucking snapped!!! So the amazing emotional range that she was capable of was always THERE, waiting to be utilized. But then they kinda had to set her aside for the rest of the season and a chunk of next one.
But she's gotten so many golden moments since then. Humor and this bright optimistic determination and uncertainty and passive aggressiveness and devastation and sweetness and ANGER. Some of my fave s2 line reads from her that have so much personality include:
"The real Emperor was society all along..."
"I can do this! .....right?" (Turns out this shit was foreshadowing, wow.)
"Still think we're pathetic? :)"
"I....thought I could be good at this..."
"I didn't want to draw attention to Luz and Eda.... :/"
"I don't WANT your protection!!! I want you to see who I really am!!!!"
"Thanks, Hunter..." (I remember somebody saying after LR aired that if huntlow isn't canon then somebody needs to inform Tati Gabrielle because why does she say his name Like That?)
"There's always a way to help. You just have to look for the right opportunity <3"
But GOD YEAH!!! She's so good in FTF!!!! I love that she brings such a broad range of emotions. Tenderness and tenacity!!! One minute she's cooing over grass and the next she's threatening to punch Belos through the face!!!! I love her!!!!
That bright chipper tone of hers that gradually begins to fall apart as she's hit with blow after blow.
The quiet warmth of the photograph scene, following by how her voice quakes with hurt and humiliation and her transparent attempts to play it off like it's fine. Her angry outburst at Boscha. The whoooooooole vine scene. Everything about it!!! She's so good!!!!
(I especially love the quivering "Hello...?" when she realizes that Hunter and Gus aren't with her anymore. It really does emphasize her feelings of isolation and terror at the belief that said isolation is HER OWN FAULT. UGGHH!!!)
TATI GABRIELLE!!!!!!!!
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Hope you don’t mind a sappy message but the finale has me so emotional rn
I just wanted to let you know that when I wrote my first Owl House fic almost a year ago I wasn’t sure if it was worth sharing because I was new to the fandom and was having a hard time creatively. And then you drew that sweet little art of it with Hunter and Willow in their jackets and it made me feel so happy that I felt inspired to keep writing. Seeing that someone liked something I made that much got me excited about writing again. I mean I’ve written fics before but here I am two AUs and 60+ oneshots later and I dunno if I would’ve fallen down this rabbit hole if your art hasn’t given me the confidence to create more.
When I saw it for the first time I literally cried because no one had ever done that for something I’d written before and it just felt so special. And maybe it’s silly but it made me feel more welcome in the fandom and I got more involved and inspired so I guess I just wanted to say thank you. Sorry if that was super long or confusing but that little picture just means so much to me
I-- wow. Thank you so much for sharing that with me. First of all, I adore your fics, seriously. You're one of my favorite writers and every time I see you've posted a new one I drop whatever I'm doing to read it--like I actually get mad if I'm at work and have to wait a few hours till I get home!! And I know many others feel the same way--honestly I think you've become rather iconic in the huntlow fandom at this point. To think that I impacted that in anyway...man, it just blows me away. I'm truly honored and touched.
I often look back at that drawing fondly and remember that very first fic--we've all come really far since then :') I don't even have the words to fully express what this message means to me. Just. Thank you so much for telling me that 💚💛
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About my fic: Just Kiss Her.
Want to take Tumblr as the blog thing it is so i´m expanding a little about the huntlow fanfic i wrote a while ago called Just Kiss Her. If you haven't read it feel free to check it out here:
So, I wrote this one before Any Sport in a Sport aired. And it was not about the grimwalker thing at the beginning, it was, ironically, Willow discovering Hunter was the Golden Guard, because I thought Hunter will go like a spy in the emperor's coven. Anyway, that wasn't the principal point; the fic is full of headcanons and the most important is how Willow and Hunter first kiss could go.
The first ever idea was they starting as a date, still not dating, were Hunter would take Willow to a special place in the Boiling Isles, this after The Day of Unity with Belos already defeated.
The scene of the kiss was calmer even if Hunter still fliches away, the situation was quickly resolved by our protagonists, but i didn't like the way i was making the situation too blushy for both of them. Don't get me wrong. I love loser behaviour in Huntlow, still i wasn't fully convinced of the interactions and i was lacking of more canon information to keep writing, also i wanted to add Willow perspective of Hunter and what i was doing was feeling a little forced by my shipping mind, so i abandoned the fic.
Then ASiaS happened, then Labyrinth Runners happened, Then King's Tide and everything else happened. I had a clear idea how Willow and Hunter could function together and i loved it, so i changed a tone of stuff of the original fic keeping three principal ideas:
The pinning.
Break Point.
A confession.
I loved to make them have two different point of view about love and how they worked their feelings for each other in this fic. Mostly of the first chapter of Hunter's perspective is written by the time of the very first draft, so I think you can notice some of their behaviours are out of character, but tbh there's nothing i would change about it. I loved the little rosegold i put in there, I loved how oblivious and silly Hunter was bc i knew that boy would be very happy in the Human Realm (something to mention, i used to have a hc that Hunter would not want to return to the boiling isles for fear, but that's another story). I loved to make them talk, because, they talk a lot in the fic. I think Hunter and Willow talk a lot behind the scenes (lol) The thing with penstagram, the "this is what happens when you get lost for a week". Hunter and Willow talk a lot and/or spent a lot of time together and no one is changing my mind.
Grimwalker narrative between huntlow is very important for me, and i think we should expect a lot with this confrontation in the last episodes of the series. I'm not lying when i say i cried writing Hunter vulnerability in here, and the strong desire of Willow to protect those she loves. I loved to write Willow in this fic because sometimes we only focus in the most obvious signals of crushing (and yes, i include myself since i scream everytime Hunter blushes). Willow subtles signs of love and caring are such a nice concept to explore, and I would never had thought something like that in the first drafts, so i am happy i left those ideas and wrote this instead.
This is probably the work i am more proud of in terms of charaterization, i was so happy with the results that i even did a little piece of art of the Hunter and Amity talk about feeling and love, lmao. I loved the rosegold in the fic too. Amity is a great support character even in fics. Actually, i am so satisfied how all the hesquad interacted in here to help the losers.
The art in question:
If you have already read it, let me know any opinion about it! I'm currently into a Vinira void with toh fanfics, but i promise to post some huntlow scenarios soon <3
PS: forget the typos, idk if i have, but i probably do.
#huntlow#valky talking#toh winter#toh fanart#toh fanfic#rosegold#hunter x willow#amity blight#the owl house#i guess this is self promotion#sorry but i am really proud LMAO
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