#because he clearly DOES like raine and hunter

[chocolatemilksmoothie]

Shout out to Darius for coming up with the cutest nicknames yet saying them in a mean way. He really said Songbird (threatening) and Little Prince (derogatory)

#my guess it's cause he's really a softie but he has to pretend to be mean about it #because he clearly DOES like raine and hunter #truly iconic #toh #darius toh #the owl house #the owl house spoilers #hunter toh #golden guard #raine whispers #eberwolf #any sport i #eda's requiem #also rewatching eda's requiem with the context from recent eps is WILD raine and eda almost killed the rebellion

[pryllee]

Delirious

Blade x Fem! Reader

Blades kinda ooc, slight mention/use of ’red string’ theory, feelings became mutual, slight use of daydreaming/delusions, stellaron hunters, kinda took inspo from smt. Reader was set up lowkey. Reader taking the initiative for a kiss??? , also not proofread

A/N: Kinda hate this with the weird often transitions and overuse of some words, I don't have that big of a vocabulary though so...

——

Working under a slave of destiny was... interesting? Kind of. The thought of warping to every planet every week or so really wasn't for you.

However, the one colleague that always caught your eye was Blade. You couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason—like you were attached to him, his blank expression was indeed odd but it lowkey is hot.

And you also couldn't help but imagine that thin line on his face slightly tilting upwards into a small smile if he ever felt the same about you.

You always saw him somewhere or had an encounter with him almost everyday, till one had a girl in it, oh Aeons. Recounting the memory is already such a pain.

During one of the missions you'd been assigned to with him, a pair of girls talking saw him in one of his... ’disguises’ yet one whispered to the other making the other laugh hitting at the girls back, as they looked back with a look of admiration, you shot them a death stare back.

"What?" He asked. And you shook your head in response with a visible annoyed frown on your face.

"How come you're acting like a child again? I won't know what to say if you don't speak." Bit unusual he seemed to talk more this time to engage in a convo.

He clearly still remembered that time where you didn't talk to him for days on end because his replies were so unbelievably dry like you didn't matter—well technically you didn't...or don't really matter to him... And that does hurt a bit.

"Nothing. Those girls prob' would've reported us if they found out." Making up an excuse on the spot, a dumb one infact.

—

Yet somehow, you ended up in this position where Silver Wolf was ordering French fries, nuggets, and a large bucket of mayo.

"... Do you really need that much mayo?"

"Yeah, what about it?" She asked, clicking her tongue. "Nothing..." You irked up a brow seemingly disgusted at the taste of so much mayonnaise on one nugget, or fry.

"I'll get an iced coffee," Kafka smiled.

You glanced at Blade, still with a monotone face as usual. "...What about you?" You said in a quizzical tone, leading him to shake his head slightly in response like a statue... A perfect scuplture in fa— I mean...

You sat opposite of Kafka, and Silver Wolf. Still seemingly irked at the bucket of Mayo as she dips a nugget double fry combo in it... well more like drowning it.

You glanced over your shoulder, looking at Blade who still just stood as still as a statue.

"What?" He scowled, avoiding your gaze to look out the rain filled window. "Why come if you won't even have anything...?" You said, popping a single fry into your mouth.

"Because–" He paused. "Because what?" Again having him shake his head slightly in response. The sudden change of behavior was peculiar to you, was this really the same ”Blade” you knew... ? Feels like the real ones probably locked up away somewhere else.

"Calm down, hes real." Kafka waved at you knowingly,

"Kafkas right–" Silver Wolf mumbled, still eating with a bulge showing through her cheeks "Whenever you look at Blade, your thoughts become kinda obvious."

Her words made you flush a slight red, as you swiftly grabbed alot of fries and nuggets drowning them in Mayo shoving it in her mouth making her choke a little,

"Ugh— Do you want me dead?!" She complained, holding on her slightly sore throat, while Kafka decided to observe for a little longer sipping on her coffee.

"No, just bothered me how little you take a time but drown it in SO much mayo." You replied, making Kafka chuckle a little.

"I do NOT drown my food in sauce! It's a perfectly fine amount!" She slammed her hands on the table, making the food fling up shortly as you slammed on the table back in response.

"Oh reeeaaally? How come?" You spoke through clenched teeth, "Listen to me, calm down you two." Kafka waved her hand, as you both sunk back into your seats.

"That bad, hm?" Blade asked in a dull tone.

"Shut up before I forcefully shove fries and a nugget down your throat too." You threatnened, as he shot a look of; ’Try me.’ making you furrow your brows in annoyance pouting slightly in sarcasm as you looked away.

Suddenly someone gripped onto your chin, making you turn to them as they forced a nugget into your mouth. "Too bad, I did it first." He spoke, yet this time it was in a different tone—a smug one that pissed you off. You felt like tearing his vocal cords off but you're actually somewhat surprised he ’fed’ you something.

"Ooh...~" Silver Wolf teased with the ’also smug smile’. "Shut." You bit your lip in embarrassment, as you fiddled with your fingers. You wondered what his lips would taste like—hoping for an occasion for you both to be alone as... Ahem.

Your train of thought is interrupted as someone busts the door open making you jerk upwards a little at the sound, screaming for the ’intergalatic criminals’ or whatever to come out.

"Uugggghhgghg..." Silver Wolf groaned, "We barely even ate any, can't I just bring this with me?"

"Just store it in your technique menu console thing, can't you do that?" You asked, as she shook her head a doubtful ’no’.

"Dunno, don't think so. I'll eat this basket of fries on the go." She said as she dumped the whole bucket of Mayo making you irk up a brow once again.

"You four, hands up!" The officer demanded, but Blade almost instantly just threw his sword into the poor guys chest hurrying you to get out of the booth so he could take it back.

You felt a small lump in your throat as he pulled out the sword, blood pooling out from under the officer.

"Don't feel bad now," Kafka whispered into your ear, softly saying your name. As Silver Wolf opened up a path to somewhere else. "C'mon, hurry."

You took one last glance at the people in the place, seeing their bewildered faces were kind of laughable.

But why exactly does Silver Wolf need to worry about the food if she can just open a path up...?

—

You sat down on the grassy field, staring into the sky seemingly in a daze with the scenic location.

"Where are we?" You asked Silver Wolf.

"Dunno, just chose a random spot that looked nice so I could eat my food 'n peace. Kinda sucks though since it's making my fries cold and soggy."

"You shouldn't have poured the whole bucket of Mayo on it..." You criticized, making her scoff in response. You just sat there, admiring the sunset with how wide this field of grass was. It felt soft to the touch, so peaceful. If you were apart of the Garden of Recollection you would probably engrave this into your mind forever as you sat on a small hill.

You felt someone obviously staring at you, causing you to glance over at the source as you just make eye contact with Blade before he turns around, walking away to Aeons know where.

"Where are you going, Bladie?" Kafka asks, turning around making him pause for a bit. "Somewhere. Oddly familiar with this place."

You actually somewhat could relate. This place felt nostalgic with a sliver of mechanoly hidden in it. It feels like you've been here before.

"Enjoying the place I picked out?" The silver haired asked, as you just reluctantly nod even though you clearly knew it was meant to lowkey mock you...

"I'm gonna go find a spot to try play the Violin." Kafka hummed, walking away to somewhere nearby where she'd still be in sight but as a small figure.

The abrupt change from a weird restaraunt with a mix of a cafe due to the iced coffee to such a calming nostalgic place was odd, but you see weirder things everytime on a mission, so who are you to complain?

Hearing the soft yet elegant demeanor thrumming of a violin made the atmosphere all more peaceful. It perplexes you though, how come it's so... Quiet and nice here? This is like a ’once in a life time chance’.

The bodies of water drew you in though, causing you to go closer when you hear a muffled yell from behind,

"Don't go near the water!" It sounded like Silver Wolf, but her voice rang in your ears sharply, and you touch the clear water with the colors of a pretty sunset. It looked like one of those art pieces a true master would make back in the old days really—

As you come back to your senses when you hear loud rhythms of thuds behind you—presumably footsteps, the body of water drags you in shocking you.

"What the fuck?—" You spoke, yet it echoed out loud and clear. You were stuck in some weird place under the water, but somehow could breathe freely.

Being in such a narrow place wasn't your cup of tea though, the thought of being stuck here in such a small place made your eyes narrow speeding up your beating hearts pace. Suddenly, your surroundings change to a cave, with Blade inspecting some weird murals on the walls.

"...Uhm. Blade?" You asked, cocking your head to the side perplexed. Blade seemingly immersed in observing the mural, you suddenly realize it felt like he was stuck in place—yet his head slightly turned around to glance at you when the water spat you out abruptly.

You coughed up some water aggressively still confused as fuck, "What just happened? Why was Blade looking at a dang wall?" You shake your head, trying to dry off thinking it'll work with you even though it's mainly for dogs...

"... Uhh, you saw Blade?" Silver Wolf asked in a concerned tone as she whispered something to Kafka. Your confusion only got worse when Kafkas expression was slightly changed to show a slight sliver of surprise.

"Oh my!" The lady laughed in a teasing manner, "I never thought you really knew Blade that way."

Processing what she said for a second, your cheeks suddenly dusted a low tint of red as you try to play dumb thinking what you think it might be, "What? Knew what about Blade?"

—

While Blade noticed your figure, seemingly stuck in a box floating with your hair drifting upwards as you held your palms out but seemed to be restricted.

He was slightly confused seeing your wide eyed expression, as he was about to call your name out in a quizzical tone, you disappeared.

As worried as he was, he tried to find his way back to where you all warped to.

"What happened?" He asks, having Silver Wolf say nothing happened, yet as he recounts the previous memory both of the girls eyes widen with a ’knowing’ look.

"Oh, I see...! I think we should, uhm, go back now to the base!" Silver Wolf spoke in an awkward tone, making both of you confused, well you can't see if Blade really was confused or not... It's like he has no face muscles to smile. You just nod in response running your fingers through your wet hair.

—

A few days had passed again, after that... Water incident. From time to time Kafka and Silver Wolf would smile and laugh about something whenever you and Blade were there.

Silver Wolf had asked you to do something—which was to give something to him. Apparently from Elio or whatever. You found yourself growing tired when you looked through each corridor and room till you realized he was probably out on the rooftop. Ugh, seriously?

Opening the door, you finally found him...with a girl?

Are you seeing things right? A girl. Presumably one of the other newer colleagues, was laughing and smiling with him. You had no idea what his expression was since his back was turned.

You felt your heart drop as you clearly saw her hand over a letter with a heart stamp seal.

Too bad you couldn't back out in handing whatever Silver Wolf gave you to him now if it really is one of Elios.

Putting on a fake measly smile, you walked closer as you called out to him saying Silver Wolf had something to give to him. Ugh. Couldn't she have sent it through the phone if it's a text?

"Hm—What is that...?" The girl pouted making you cringe a little. And you take that as your cue to leave, telling them to have a ’good’ time walking away back to the door with an empty pit inside of your stomach.

Yet when you need to close the door you somehow accidentally slammed it loudly, making a loud noise echo in 'n out as you hurried down stairs before someone went to check making you embarrassed.

You then find Silver Wolf in the same spot, reporting to her that her dumb request is done.

"Huh? Whats with the sudden gloomy vibe? You were so carefree when I asked you like 30 minutes ago." She asked, blowing gum before it popped taking it back inside her mouth chewing it.

"What gloomy vibe? I'm the same as before." Putting on a fake annoyed smile again at her remark making her tell you to chill and you could go.

As you closed the door behind you in your room, you threw yourself into the bed screaming into your pillow.

It didn't matter how much you'd scream since this place is soundproof for ’disguise’.

"Who the actual FUCK was that bitch?!" You spoke in a mildly loud annoyed tone, scratching your head aggressively messing up a part of your hair when you suddenly hear a few rhythmical knocks on your door. Who the crack could it be now?

You unlock the door, opening it to see Kafka wave as she sat down on your bed inviting herself inside.

"I didn't say you could come in." You scoffed.

"Thats true, but were you the one who slammed the door to the rooftop?" She asked, looking at you with those same gentle hypnotizing eyes tilting her heading slightly. The question embarrassed you, how does she even know that?

"... How do you know that?"

"Silver Wolf. Blade. Girl." She listed how one by one, as you shot her a confused look.

"Doesn't matter though, I just needed to know that—but another thing, why slammed the door after confessing to him?"

Confessing? Confess what? What exactly did you give to him that Silver Wolf wanted you to hand over?

"What?" You deadpan.

"Oh, y'know... The thing. The thing you gave to him." She recounted your memory of it as you felt yourself flush a bright red, yelling at her to get out and that you have NO idea what shes talking about as you lock the door again in a hurry to go to sleep and forget.

Since it was finally the time for the sweeeeet time off, you could just relax at the base—however your encounters with him became more frequent.

As you saw him with Kafka following from behind from afar in a corridor slowly walking closer, also remembering what Kafka said, and how Blade seemed to look at you differently. You instantly turned the other way walking to the closest next hallway you could find trying to avoid his sight.

"Hmm? Thats odd, she usually joins us for a walk when you're here, Bladie."

But he just stays silent, seemingly confused at why you walked away so quickly when you saw him and you were clearly trying to go somewhere. He only continued to walk without a word assuming you went the wrong way

However, that same thought couldn't be kept with how frequent your "wrong ways" became.

When you sat down for a leisure cup of coffee with Kafka and Silver Wolf, you somehow knew he was behind you, but not too close or too far. You glugged the piping hot cup down your throat not caring about the after effects, as you slam your hands down onto the table; "I need to go, just remembered something important."

"Hm? Is it not a good time to relax?" Kafka spoke with a clear sarcastic tone, leading you to swiftly walk away with a hurting mouth, throat, and stomach.

The loud slam caught his attention, noticing how you walked away in a hurry was out of character for you. Don't you usually like coffee times where you three sit down to talk about stuff? Well I guess it should be more like ’tea’ time. Haha, get it?

And another, when you were in your room just chilling sitting in front of your desk on your phone, you heard a few knocks. You asked who was there, but in response was pure silence. So you just reluctantly open the door.

Looking down, "Yes, whos there..." speaking with a lazy tone with a sliver of annoyance looking up to find their eyes, you immediately slammed the door locked when it was Blade who was about to speak.

You immediately curled up into a ball in front of the door out of pure embarrassment. When you finally heard footsteps going away, you got up with extreme wobbling legs walking to your bed.

Also after that, you stayed in your room for the whole day ignoring any knocks on your door, even if it was rhythmical probably being Kafka or a barrage of impatient knocks which was usually Silver Wolf.

And one of the most recent ones were much like the first, in a corridor. You were trying to find a vending machine when you saw him heading your way. His eyes somewhat seemed to light up slightly when he noticed you.

But you were not gonna walk away this time—instead of that, you avoided making eye contact as you kept walking in the same direction, completely ignoring him.

He was shocked, genuinely. Probably pissed too. Why are you the one ignoring him after you'd basically confessed to him? You were talking to everyone expect him.

Blade couldn't help but realize how genuinely depressing his already annoying life was without you, though he knew he couldn't have any of those feelings again with how he planned to finally die after finishing whatever Elio promised.

But it hurt a little. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for neither of you. Why even are you avoiding him if you like him so much? At some times you think about finally talking to him and he'd accept your feelings—but you brushed that ’useless’ thought away assuming he thinks you're a creep for wanting him...especially with the weird fantasies you've had.

–

Kafka eventually noticed Blade seeming to be more out of it than usual. It looked like he was sulking hugging his almost broken sword as he leaned against a pillar.

"Uh. What's wrong with him...?" Silver Wolf pointed his peculiar behavior out. Kafka only shrugged in response with a concerned sigh, "Whats wrong, Bladie?"

"Nothing." He mumbled to himself.

"Oh please, I feel like shes influenced you with the blatant lying." Silver Wolf scoffed, clearly referring to you.

"Speaking of her, is she the reason?" Kafka took a turn to ask. But he was just silent. Probably thinking if you really are the reason.

"I'm guessing thats a yes." Kafka smiled, "Lets go find her, shall we?" Gesturing for Blade to follow. Silver Wolf only stayed behind knowing exactly why.

–

"So, why are you avoiding Blade?" She asked, with the atmosphere being tense as Blade just sat Beside you. You were sandwiched in the middle by these people.

You had no way to escape now. Your heart thrummed heavily.

"I don't know what you're talki–."

"You've been avoiding me for almost the whole break." Blade interrupted with a stern tone making the atmosphere worse making your eye twitch from how awkward it was.

"I'll leave the room so you two can be more honest with each other." Kafka abruptly got up, as your hand extended out slightly to tell her to stay with how you didn't want to stay here all alone with him, but your voice felt like it disappeared when you saw him staring at your hand from the side.

"Ah..." You mumbled, taking your hand back placing it on your lap trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Why?" He asked, leaving you confused.

"Why what...?"

"The ’avoiding’." He quoted, like it was a movie title for some reason.

"I—...uhm. Thats erm." You tried to find a good excuse for the moment, but the way he suddenly placed his hand on one of yours made you speechless.

Why the actual fuck is he suddenly so intimate? Well I guess Kafka could've gave him a tip or two.

"Do you wanna... kiss?" He bluntly asked, making you cringe a little in perplexation. What exactly type of tips did Kafka give him? Like the consent thing is nice and all but...???????????

You sigh, since hes the one that asked, I guess it won't really matter.

You grab onto his collar with both hands pulling him closer, kissing him like an amateur. As you pull away you feel yourself heat up when you clearly see his frown slightly lift into a small—almost unnoticeable smile.

He kisses you back this time, as your grip on him loosened melting into the kiss. You knew he couldn't hug you due to the injuries on his body, but it's fine.

Nothing else mattered. Atleast for now.

–

But for some reason, you only got shyer from there. Sure you've always wanted to be with him but...

Blade would randomly hold onto your hand sometimes and you'd shake it off quickly with a bright red face. He didn't find it offensive at all, more like he found it funny. His expressions were still pretty much blank around you but it was still nice to see a small smile a few select of times.

It didn't help with how he only got bolder from there—randomly kissing you during missions leaving either Silver Wolf or Kafka in a state of shock if they happened to see it.

Silver Wolf would just walk away in disgust and tell you both to go get a room. Well, in a joking manner.

Kafka would laugh and tease about it for a whole week making you pissed, it didn't help with how Blade managed to be there by your side each time too.

"Stop following me around like a lost puppy..." You spoke in a low, awkward tone.

"I'm pretty sure you like that."

"Touché– But don't you have anything else to do other than cling onto me whenever we see each other?"

"I do. I just like doing it with you."

First of all, that sentence was horribly worded. Sure he had no idea what it sounds like, but you on the other hand imploded into a red brighter like nothing else before.

"Wrong phrasing, Blade." Silver Wolf replied for you.

Till one thought came to you... What happened to that girl that confessed to him?

——

hint: someone killed her :)

#prylleewrites—✮ #blade x reader #blade x reader hsr #honkai star rail x reader #blade x afab reader #blade x fem reader #blade x afab! reader #blade x fem! reader

[tohisprettyc00l]

find out you get bullied

A/n: Author stops writing comfort scenrios challge (Impossible)

Amity: As a person who has been the bully she's honestly more pissed. While she knows people bully others for many different reasons she can't help but project how she was feeling when bullying Willow onto your bullies. And she does not like her past self. She doesn't know quite how to comfort you she just hugs you while rubbing your back. When she confronts them she didn't want to be too mean. But Amity also does not take others hurting the ones she loves lightly.

Luz: Feels horrible that you had to deal with that. She is also pissed at the bullies. But before she can do anything to them she has to make sure you're okay. She tells you how perfect you are and that the bullies were clearly lying. She yells at them like a lot. Depending on how bad the bullying was she either has a sore throat or completely lost her voice.

Willow: She hears that! Which made her fume. Plants slightly crack the floor when you're telling her about it as she's trying to contain her anger. Once you were done she calms herself down and reassured you that you are amazing. She soon leaves to confront them. The next day not only are they not bullying you anymore, but they are also extremely nice to you.

Hunter: The (wo)man was too stunned to speak. In his eyes you're perfect so how anyone can be mean to you is beyond him. Also, the people in the Empores Coven weren't exactly the nicest to him. So if he has even a slight idea of what you're going thru he's super upset. When he talks to the bullies he subconsciously uses some of the fear tactics he learned at the coven. Which works, to say the least.

Vee:  She feels horrible. She's not sure how to help but tells you how much she loves you and spends a bunch of time with you. She is too nervous to go to your bullies. But Masha looks suspiciously like they got into a few fist-fights.

Raine: Imdeate hugs and cuddles <3. They bring you many blankets. They don't want to yell at the bullies right away. So instead they just lecture them. It's surprisingly the second most effective tactic only second to Willow's. While it might seem kinda lame (Because it was.) But imagine getting "I'm not mad I'm just disappointed"-ed by the former head of the bard coven.

Eda: she is not great at comforting you. But she picks you up and finds your bully. She pointed to said bully and asked if it was them. When you told her it was she just straight-up hexed them in front of them. Like didn't even try to hide it. Which is made slightly weirder considering that probably would have left you alone if the Owl Lady threatened them.

Emira: Oh she is mc-fucking pissed. But before that, she gives hugs you and rubs a circle on your back. Also maybe a massage. She decides not to confront them, she uses a bunch of illusions to mess with them. Does it make them think they're going insane? A little. But they also did psychological to you, so an eye for an eye as they say.

Edric: He is very sad. He lets you speak as long as you want. Once you're done he leaves for a second and makes a call to Emira and Amity. He then cuddles and watches tv with you. He also keeps complimenting you. Once Em and Amity come back it's pretty dang obvious they got into a fight. Mainly because despite being roughed up Emira kept laughing.

The Collector: Frist of all if you bully the Collector's friend then you're the biggest idiot in the world. When Terra was even slightly mean to King They turned her into a puppet. But they bring you a bunch of plushies and play with you. Once the Collector goes to the bullies you have to tell them not to hurt the bullies. He pinky swears to let you know he really won't. Well, whatever he did it definitely worked. But just to let you know, if it wasn't for you the Venn diagram of people who are mean to you and people on the missing person list would be a circle.

Lilith: Oh no, oh fuck no. Not happening. She gets Hooty to comfort you while she leaves. Side note Hooty is weirdly good at comforting people. Any back with Lilith she is pissed and yelling at the bullies. She is not above threats. Anyway, they won't be going anywhere near you for a while.

Gus: He was also A victim of Boscha's and Amity's bullying.  Very upset. Y'know what Emira did but? Yeah, he does that but all at once. Like that one scene with Bria's illusions. Listen he is not going to tolerate any more bullying.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #hunter x reader #golden gaurd x reader #hunter toh x reader #collector x reader #the collector x reader #lilith x reader #vee x reader #amity x reader #raine x reader #willow x reader #gus x reader #luz x reader #emira x reader #emira blight x reader #edric blight x reader #eda x reader #edric x reader #gus toh x reader

[sassytheturtle]

Thinking about how we’ve never once seen Hunter fighting at full strength and power in toh.

You need to remember this dude has been trained his entire life to serve as an elite soldier under the emperor. Belos wouldn’t have made him his right hand man and eventual coven head after Lilith left if he wasn’t capable of handling himself, anyone who might seek to harm the emperor or anyone else of importance, dangerous monsters and demons, and capturing powerful wild witches.

I mean, think about all the specifics of his job and training that he’s mentioned. He had to have been really freaking tough and talented to have been able to make it through all that.

And we never once get to see what he’s truly capable of.

In Seperate Tides, Hunter doesn’t see Luz or Eda as any sort of threat. He knows they’re both powerless. He’s clearly relaxed and toying with them. He’s confident that he has the upper hand and isn’t worrying about having to handle a couple of troublesome criminals.

Hunting Palismen takes place late at night. He was expecting this to be a quick and easy in and out mission. It’s understandable that he would be tired this late. And again, you have to remember that he still doesn’t view Luz as any sort of threat. He’s annoyed by her and gets caught off guard because he wasn’t expecting her to be any sort of challenge to handle.

Plus he was just in a crash and doesn’t even have his staff the majority of the episode, but is still able to easily keep up with Luz. And he willingly goes along with her afterwards so that he can get the palismen quicker and then dispose of Luz.

By the time he fights Kiki, he’s been running around all night and clearly just wants this mission to be over with. Kiki has been shown to be a pretty powerful person fighting wise, and even though she’s barely conscious, Hunter bests her fairly quickly. It wasn’t something that was really that hard for him.

Then comes to Eclipse Lake. By the time he and Amity fight, he’s exhausted, just had a mental breakdown, and fighting on an unfamiliar staff. Mental breakdowns like this leave people feeling super drained and burnt out, but he still gives Amity a pretty good run for her money.

I believe he would have easily won if not for the events in the episode leading up to the fight. I mean, he was literally just involved in a mine cart chase before he got to the lake.

In Any Sport in a Storm, other characters clearly point out the fact that he’s very talented at what he does. But he doesn’t exert full effort. He’s trying to recruit teens and play a sport.

In Labyrinth Runners, he’s dealing with the impacts and trauma from Hollow Mind. This dude has just learned that everything he thought he ever knew was a complete lie. He knows the man he once saw as his uncle wants him dead. He’s terrified. All he ever had to do before was follow orders, but now it’s up to him to make decisions and he has no idea what to do, where to go, or who to turn to. All he knows is that he has to stay as far away from Belos as possible.

All of this is clearly mentally and physically draining him. But even at this weak point, he’s able to push through and get to Gus when several other scouts and a literal coven head could not.

Again in Clouds On the Horizon, he’s still terrified and dealing with everything that happened. He’s still not in a good head space.

In King’s Tide, he’s been in yet another crash and is being effected by the draining spell. But he’s still able to push through and fight Belos, holding up fairly well, when everyone else with a sigil can barely even move.

It wasn’t even him fighting in Thanks to Them. That was just Belos using his body. But still, an argument can be made. He’s able to push through Belos’s possession after being rusty on fighting and all of his training for literal months. Belos was clearly trying to hurt Hunter when possessing him and didn’t care whether he lived or died. Hunter pushes through in minutes.

When Belos possessed Raine, he didn’t want to hurt them. He needed a body and to sustain Raine as long as he could. Raine has been trapped as a puppet, but they haven’t been conscious for months. If they were freed from puppet form, then they’d still be as used to fighting as before they were enslaved into a dreamless sleep.

Belos even comments on how powerful Raine is, but it still takes them a lot longer to push through his control than Hunter did. They did also have to push through Collector’s, but there’s still a point to be made.

In For the Future, again Hunter is still rusty, in painful grief, having to deal with all of his worst traumas coming back, and now has no magic at all. He figures out he’s able to use it later on, but it’s only ever that one spell.

This brings me back to my main point. In all of these instances, Hunter has either been tired, burnt out, in mental distress, just previously dealing with another physically taxing event, not really trying or having to use effort, rusty from lack of practice, using unfamiliar magic, or a combination of those. I believe that if we ever got to see him fight in his prime—with a staff and magic that he was used to, in a mostly stable emotional state, physically rested or not just previously having to deal with another taxing event, and with all of his training in tact and not out of practice—then we would see just how powerful and terrifying of a foe he could have really been.

#finally caved and got this hellscape of an app #time to flood it with my bs ramblings #toh #owl house #the owl house #golden guard #the golden guard #hunter #toh hunter #owl house hunter #hunter toh #hunter owl house #hunter noceda #hunter deamonne

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

🧡 The Past and Pending 🐎

jo & young claire fic - 4.7k - rating: G - canon compliant - read on ao3

Jo watches the family hold hands over her shitty bar food and close their eyes in grace, in prayer. Even when they’re all hungry they take the moment to thank their god for their meal. Claire looks like a little blonde angel as she mouths along to her father’s amen. Jo supposes she once looked like that, too.

16th May, 2004. Nine years to the day since Jo's father's death, she is nineteen and working her usual shift in the Roadhouse bar. The Novak family stop by during a summer storm as they travel through the state, and Jo has the chance to bond with a seven year old Claire over horses, their love for their fathers, and leather jackets.

written for my 2024 jo's joyous birthday celebrations!! prompts were orange, horse girl, and leather jacket, which were fun to weave in. enjoy <3

read below the cut!

16th May 2004.

It’s been a slow day at the Roadhouse, the tepid May heat turning beers warm but the bouts of summer rain keeping Jo from her usual restless walks outside. The bar is gloomy and a little stifling and it’s nine years to the day since the death of her father. 

By the evening Jo is working the bar, in view of the entrance. Every time the door scrapes open and the creaky floorboard goes, she is hit with one of two alternating images. The first is her father, home from his hunt, leather jacket fitted on his solid body with a smile on his face. His arms are spread wide waiting for her hug. Each time it is not him, she is forced to remember how his leather jacket is hanging emptily from a hook behind the bar and that every time she pictures his face she gets it a little more wrong.

The second image is of Uncle Bobby, hunched and sad, his grief silhouetted in the doorway light as he brings the sorry news. Her dad’s leather jacket in his hands, all that was left of him. What news does he bring this time? How many dead? The first image fills her with sorrow, the second with fear, both memories rising to the surface on the anniversary like crumbs in beer.

Jo mindlessly wipes down the bar, any tears that land on the countertop instantly disappearing beneath the cloth. It’s just one of those days. Ellen is in the back, unpacking the delivery that came in the morning, also quieter than usual. At least they’re not screaming at each other. That’s something. 

The front door scrapes the floor as it swings open and Jo is called back to the present. She brushes her eyes once with the back of her hand, the one holding the rag, as if she’s only wiping sweat from her forehead. When she turns to face the new customers Jo knows no one will be able to tell she was crying. She’s good at things like that. 

“Heya, what can I get for you?” she calls over the bar, and then instantly sighs as she sees the newcomers. Neither of the images in her head have materialized, but a third, more frustrating one has: civilians. 

A man and a woman, married, but still fairly young, hover uncertainly in the doorway. The wife’s hair is that uninteresting midway between blonde and brunette, cut sensibly to her shoulders but clearly styled. The husband’s hair is much darker and would probably curl if not for his serious and slick side parting. The first thing Jo notices about them is their hair because this is the most immediately interesting thing about them; other than that, they look incredibly boring. Normal. 

Then, from behind the man’s legs, peers a young girl. A child with a sweet tangerine gingham dress and curious eyes, maybe seven or so. Jo watches the girl take in the Roadhouse, with its burly, surly hunters hunched uninvitingly over tables marked with the questionable stains from fights and alcohol which make every surface slightly sticky. 

The husband is shaking his head, gesturing round at the bar with a displeased hand. “We should go,” Jo catches him saying, “this isn’t our kind of establishment.”

Jo is too used to this happening to be offended. Besides, she always thinks why cater to civilians anyway, when they’re a hunter bar first and foremost?

But the wife stands her ground. “She needs to eat, Jimmy. We all need a break, we’ve been driving for so long. And the sooner we get home, the sooner we outrun that storm.” 

Jimmy sighs, then nods. The trio shuffle awkwardly towards the bar, the child nervous at her father’s heels. She’s very blonde, as blonde as Jo. 

“I know we look like it, but we don’t bite,” Jo says, mainly to the girl. She earns the trace of a smile for her troubles.

Jimmy has the decency to look a little regretful. “I’m sorry, it’s been a… long drive. We haven’t had to travel quite this far before.”

“Well, that’s what the Roadhouse is here for. What can I get you?”

The options are limited, so it doesn’t take long for the family to decide on burgers, fries, and juices all round. Jo manages to keep her face straight at the drinks order. Most of the Roadhouse clientele would drink the rainwater outside rather than order fruit juice. If it wasn’t obvious enough already, the glimmer of evening light making its way through the window catches on the cross pendant visible through the open top button of Jimmy’s collar, and confirms the family’s faith. 

They go and find a table, choosing one by the window, to sit and drink their juices at. Jo sets about sorting the rest of their order, pottering about between the kitchen and the bar to serve it all up. 

She’s halfway through plating the fries when movement catches the corner of her eye and she spins to see the young girl clambering up one of the high stools at the bar, the seat teetering a little under her weight.

“Hey,” Jo says, maybe a little meanly. Mostly caught by surprise. “What are you doing?”

The girl’s face falls into a round, guilty oh as she finally settles, kneeling, on the seat. “I just wanted to see what was behind.”

Jo nods, calming now that her initial panic at the girl’s movement has subsided. “That’s fine, just make sure you’re careful up there, alright? It’s a tall seat and you’re a—a small little body.”

“One day I’m going to be bigger and every seat in my house is going to be a tall seat,” the girl decides with a jut of her chin. 

The comment hits Jo at such an angle it cracks her, and she barks out a laugh. “Sounds like a plan, kiddo. What’s your name?”

“Claire,” she answers. Then, with the precision of a child who has had politeness strongly instilled in her, asks, “and what’s yours?”

“Jo.”

“I thought that was a boy’s name.”

“It is,” Jo says. She gets a familiar burst of pride with it, but it feels awkwardly shallow with Claire looking up at her, so she follows with, “but it’s a girl’s name too. My full name is Joanna-Beth.”

Claire breathes a little woah . “That’s such a pretty name.”

“Huh. Um, thanks,” Jo manages. She’s never liked it, the way her mom only uses it in anger, the way her dad never used it. Joanna-Beth is someone else. Joanna-Beth is a bad daughter. Claire, though, doesn’t know any of that. 

As Jo’s cheeks tinge pink, Claire’s mom comes hastening over, ready to lift Claire down from the bar stool and back to the table. 

“Is she distracting you? I’m so sorry. Claire, love, come on—”

“No, it’s fine, really,” Jo placates earnestly. “I really don’t mind it. I was enjoying our chat.”

Claire beams at her. “So was I, mommy.”

Claire’s mom looks between the two of them—Jo wonders what goes on in her head as she does, two such naive-looking girls set against the backdrop of the Roadhouse—and then nods. “Well, you just give me or Jimmy a shout if you need a hand.”

“Thanks. I’m not great with kids, so I might need to,” Jo answers with a smile. It’s the truth; she’s never had much practice.

The woman raises a doubtful eyebrow. “Well, you seem to be doing a good job so far.”

Jo nods, unsure what to do with the praise. 

“I’m Amelia, if you need me,” supplies Amelia instead.

“I’m Jo.”

“It’s short for Joanna-Beth,” Claire pipes up, the awe still palpable in her voice. 

Amelia laughs, nodding, and runs a hand through Claire’s sleek pigtails. “Pretty name,” she tells Jo, before heading back to her husband at the table. 

It’s the complement of the hour, it seems. Jo nods again, head bobbing unassuredly like one of the lame figures in Ash’s room, as she gets back to plating up the meals under Claire’s careful surveillance. 

“You’ve got horses on your butt,” Claire says after ten full seconds of silence. 

“What? Oh,” Jo laughs, turning in vain to glance at the horses embroidered over the back pockets of her jeans. She found them in the thrift store in town. They weren’t cheap, the horses stitched in mid-gallop over the pockets boosting the price considerably. But it’d felt wrong to leave the horses trapped in the sterile light of the thrift store. They deserve some warm lighting, Jo’d thought, where they can complete their run for freedom when no one is looking. The jeans are just a tad too small, so the plushy middle of her stomach bulges over them slightly, but she tries not to mind it. Anything for the horses.

“Do you like them?” she asks, wiggling her butt a little, much to Claire’s delight. 

Jo normally keeps her movements minimal, behind the bar, knowing how hunters’ eyes glue grossly to all the places she’d least like them look. She often feels like somewhat of a dancing monkey because of it, but here it’s an innocent movement with no repercussions other than Claire’s laughter.

“They’re so fun. I wish my dress had horses on like yours,” Claire says with a plaintive sigh which sounds amusingly beyond her years. 

“You like horses?” 

Claire nods eagerly. “For my next birthday mommy says I can have a riding lesson.”

“Woah! That’s so cool!” Jo says, and she’s genuinely quite excited at the idea. “I’m jealous, I wish I could ride. Then I could saddle up and go wherever I wanted all by myself.” California, she’d decided sometime long ago. Or maybe Arizona. Just somewhere west of this wasteland.

“I’ll come back and teach you once I know,” Claire answers, so earnestly Jo knows she fully believes it. 

Somehow, she can see it: Claire with her little arms crossed staring up at Jo perched precariously on a horse, calling instructions up to her. “I’d like that,” she says with a grin. “Where will you ride to, once you can ride absolutely anywhere?”

Claire considers the question deeply, the cogs whirring away visibly behind her eyes. “Well, I’d have to teach daddy and mommy how to ride too. I don’t want to go anywhere without them. But then I don’t mind.”

Jo hums. It’s a cute image, the three of them as one family riding off into the sunset. Not lost, because they’re together. It feels distant, familiar in the way the memories of a dream are; foreign. Whenever she has those fantasies of riding away now, she’s alone. She supposes that wasn’t always the case.  

“That sounds real lovely,” she finally gets out, staring down at the burger she has started stacking. She hadn’t really realized she was doing it, just running on automatic. Thinking of her father and running on automatic, the story of her life since she lost what Claire still has. 

But Claire’s concentration has dwindled and she wriggles in her seat. “Are you going to be done soon? I’m starving .” 

“Hey, you’re the one distracting me!” Jo rebuts, shaking her head clear with an exaggerated sigh for Claire’s benefit. “But tell you what, I have an idea to help you grow bigger so you can always sit on the tall seats.”

“What?” Claire asks, perking back up with excitement. 

Jo hunkers down to Claire’s level on the bar, resting her chin on her arms so they’re completely eye to eye. “If you help me carry the food to your table it’ll be like lifting weights and then you’ll get big and strong,” she says, voice low like she’s letting Claire in on a secret.

“You mean it’s ready?”

Jo pulls away with a roll of her eyes and fishes the basket of burger and fries from the countertop to present them on the bar. Impatiently, Claire reaches out to grab one, but Jo bats gently her hands away. 

“Hey, kiddo, gotta get down from the seat first.”

“I can do it myself!” Claire protests. 

But still, she doesn’t struggle as Jo comes around from behind the bar and helps lift her to the floor, Claire steadying herself against Jo’s arms. Once her feet have touched the floor, she prods at Jo’s toned tricep again with a podgy finger. 

“Your arm isn’t soft,” she points out, rather frankly. 

Jo gives her arm a squeeze in the same place Claire just did, to feel for herself. She always thinks she is too soft, too willowy; china doll in a bull farm. So although she trains as much as she can, shooting with her bow and arrow in the yard and sparring with the other hunters when they pass through, it never feels like enough. At least Claire thinks differently. 

“It’s because it’s all muscles,” she explains. She give the smooth, plushy skin of Claire’s arm a gentle poke in return. “See, you just haven’t got any yet.”

Claire frowns as she squints down at the difference between them. “I didn’t think girls could have muscles.”

Sometimes Jo looks at herself in the mirror and wishes she’d never trained at all. That she looked like all the other girls her age. Even like Claire. Here she is, jealous of a seven year old, yet knowing that this world of comparison is what Claire will inevitably grow into. Distantly and regrettably, she reminds herself of her mother.

“All girls can have muscle if they want to, and train enough,” she says, trying to keep her words on an even keel. It feels important. But she attempts to imagine little Claire in her gingham dress with muscly arms and fails. 

Claire giggles, gorgeously oblivious as she jabs at Jo’s arm again. “None of the girls at school or Sunday school are like you, Jo.”

Her throat gets a little dry. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Just a thing,” Claire notes absently, before taking the basket of greasy food from Jo’s distracted hand and sauntering over to her family with it clutched tightly in her fists. She hands it straight to her dad, who runs an affectionate hand over his daughter’s head.

“Thank you, sweetheart, this looks very lovely,” he says patiently, as she scrambles over him and onto her own seat. “Have you been kind to the nice lady?”

Jo doesn’t like that word but doesn’t have time to deal with that, recovering as she is from Claire’s rapid-fire insights. She follows the kid to the table and slides Amelia and Claire their portions, receiving grateful smiles from both Amelia and Jimmy. 

“Thank you,” the family chorus, their voices naturally falling in a pleasant harmony. 

Jo’s voice is lonely in comparison as she asks if she can get them more drinks. They turn down the offer and thank her again, Claire’s eyes glued to her food now that it’s properly in front of her. Slowly, Jo returns to her spot behind the bar, unabashedly gazing at the family from across the room.

She watches them hold hands over her shitty bar food and close their eyes in grace, in prayer. Even when they’re all hungry, when Claire has confessed dramatically to starvation, they take the moment to thank their god for their meal. Jo doesn’t think any food prepared by her hands is really worth it, but the prayer comes out in a low and sincere murmur from Jimmy’s mouth. Claire looks like a little blonde angel as she mouths along to her father’s amen . Jo supposes she once looked like that, too. 

**

The next half hour passes with little incident, aside from a repeat round of whiskey for Shawn, Jake and Caleb in the far corner. Jo mainly watches Claire and her family eat their blessed dinner and chat, the flow easy between them. They don’t talk like most people in the Roadhouse do. They sound posher, somehow, their sentences free from apostrophes and curses. Jimmy eats his burger with a knife and fork. 

Another shower of summer rain falls, the noise heavy on the Roadhouse roof. Jo expects it to pass, but instead the weather settles like that, a consistent rumble over the bar. The storm she heard Amelia mention earlier must have caught up with them, despite their desire to outrun it. 

Jimmy and Amela must notice this too. They peer out of the window by their table into the ever-murkier evening, resignation growing on their faces.

“We need to make a move,” Jimmy says. “Get ahead of this before we get stuck.”

As if to emphasize the point, a crack of thunder echoes out around the Roadhouse. The sound travels potently over the flat Nebraska plains and the din of the first clap gives even the hunters in the corner a start. Claire lets out a small yelp and buries herself into her father’s side. 

“It’s just thunder, sweetie,” Jimmy pacifies.

Claire mumbles something into his middle in return, but Jo can’t make it out. 

“You guys finishing up?” she asks, walking over and clearing the baskets. “I’d head out before it gets worse.”

“Yes, we’d like to,” Amelia agrees, “but someone here is a little bit scared of the thunder.”

“I’m not scared,” Claire grouches, lifting a protesting head from her dad’s chest. Jo knows a liar when she sees one, knows it as she knows herself. “I just don’t want to get wet.”

Jo choses bravado and Claire choses nonchalance, but it looks like they both bury their fear. She remembers the performances she used to put on for her father to show she was capable enough to keep up with him, how loved it made her feel when he believed in her. An idea, easily shattered, starts growing in her mind, and she surges forward with it before it can break. 

“So we gotta get you out to the car without getting wet, hmm?” Jo poses quizzically. Claire looks at her suspiciously, but nods along. “I have an idea,” Jo draws out, hands on hips. “We’ll have to go behind the bar to make it work…”

Claire leaps up from her seat, curiosity winning out over anything else. Jo hasn’t even got to ask Amelia and Jimmy’s permission, their looks of gratitude are already enough. They start gathering their jackets as Jo leads Claire around, to the tantalizing world behind the bar.

“Cool,” Claire whispers. It’s the closest thing to slang she’s said all day.

Jo smiles despite herself, then readies to go through with her idea. She’s sharing the one thing of her father’s which is truly hers. If it were anyone but Claire, she wouldn’t be doing it, but something about Claire makes it feel different—makes sharing feel more like a gift which grows rather than diminishes. 

“This,” Jo says, gently lifting the supple material from where it hangs dutifully on its hook, “is my daddy’s leather jacket.”

She takes a deep breath and kneels beside Claire, offering the leather up to her for her little hands to touch. Despite the warmth of the day, the leather is still cool, and Claire’s smile grows as she slides her chestnut-sized palms along the smooth material. 

The leather is brown and worn, but still in pretty pristine condition for a jacket now going on thirty years old. Jo doubts Claire even notices the small set of hand stitches around the collar from when she stupidly tore it and needed to fix it up. It had taken her a whole afternoon tucked away in her bedroom to stitch it back together, but she’d played her dad’s vinyls the whole while and the time had spun away quickly. Even her mom was impressed by Jo’s handiwork, in the end. This jacket is the one thing of her dad that Ellen lets Jo keep, and Jo keeps it well. 

Claire’s blue eyes are wide and wondrous in her head. “It’s very nice,” she says shyly.

Jo smiles. “I know. And it’s really special to me, because my daddy isn’t around any more, so we’re going to take good care of it together.”

“Why isn’t your daddy around?” Claire asks, her forehead wrinkling with the question. She’s a kid clearly trained in courtesy, but the constant frankness to her questions give her a harder edge. If the questions didn’t sting so much, Jo would love it about her. Claire continues, “my daddy loves me so much I think he’ll be around forever.”

“Well,” Jo says carefully, slowly, stringing her words along the tightrope of her taut throat. “Sometimes it’s not a choice. My daddy died nine years ago.” She swallows the ‘today’ she could add onto the end of that sentence, feeling that detail might be a little too much for both of them in this conversation. “Here’s something I find very important to remember: just because someone leaves, doesn’t mean they stop loving you. And it doesn’t mean you stop loving them.”

Claire looks as if she might start chuckling, but then catches onto the sincerity in Jo’s tone. Her mouth falls open slightly and her plump fingers squeeze tighter at the leather jacket. “I don’t want my daddy to leave me.”

“I bet he won’t,” Jo says, placing her hands over Claire’s. They’re so small beneath her own. Warm too, like holding a little heart between her hands. 

Jo looks up at Claire, at her sandy blonde hair tied neatly into pigtails and the pretty orange gingham of her summer dress. Seven years old and so sure her daddy will never leave her. It is only the crystal blue of Claire’s irises that differ from the umber of her own, but even then, Jo supposes that they both have their father’s eyes. 

“I think we’ve got the best daddys in the world,” Jo whispers. “They love us all the time. When they’re out at the shops, when they’re away with work, when they’re up in heaven. They love us right now.” 

She swallows, hard, blinking away the tears that are refracting rainbows in her eyes. There’s a burning in her throat but she’s glad she managed to say those words, to finally get them out into the precious ears of a young girl. She smiles. Her vision is still slightly watery but clearing when she realizes Claire is giggling, a sweet blush on her cheeks. Her laughter is light and bubbly, like a stream tumbling over rocks in the sun. Like if Jo bathed in it, she would feel clean.

“Come on, we can use my daddy’s leather jacket as an umbrella to run out to the car,” she says, the idea finally coming to fruition as she stands back up again and dusts the Roadhouse floor muck from her knees. “I’ll hold it over your head so you don’t get wet.”

Claire rolls her eyes, something Jo wasn’t sure seven year olds knew enough to do, but apparently so. “But then you’re going to get wet!”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m big and strong! I can take some rain.” Jo makes a performance of flexing her arms, the odd proportions of her wide-muscled shoulders and lean frame suddenly a cause for celebration rather than insecurity when looked at through Claire’s eyes. 

“Hmm.” Claire ponders hard at Jo’s words, those cogs visibly turning again in her brain. “Okay. But you’ll have to be fast to keep up with me!” 

The kid makes a dash for the door and is surprisingly speedy on her little legs, her gingham dress swishing behind her. Jo starts after her, pitching both arms upwards so the jacket hangs from them like a tent over Claire’s head. They dash out the front door and into the delicious rain, giggling all the way until it turns into full belly laughter. The lights of the car flash when Jimmy unlocks it, and Claire kicks up water as she runs to fling open the backseat door. Jo’s jeans are splattered with it, but the rain is coming down in sheets so her whole body is soon soaked through anyway. 

Another roar of thunder booms across the open space but Claire doesn’t even notice, too busy sheltering under Jo’s jacket as she scrambles up into the car. Jo slides the leather jacket on to free up her hands and help Claire wriggle into the backseat. The girl is a step ahead of her, and clicks her seatbelt into place with a smug little grin at Jo.

“See, I am faster than you!” 

Jo laughs, feeling rainwater pool in the corners of her mouth as she does so. “Okay, you win. But I did help keep you safe from all the horrible rain and thunder.”

“Yes, you did,” Claire concedes graciously. She clearly has a self-righteous streak. Smiling, she opens her arms wide for Jo to hug her, but Jo backs away.

“I’m very wet still, I don’t want to make you damp after all this.”

“Oh, okay,” Claire says, looking crestfallen. “But I want to hug you anyway.”

Jo pauses. “You sure?”

“Of course!” Claire says, the words come on, silly, evident in her tone. 

Jo grins, and wraps her drenched, leathery arms around Claire. Squeezes her tight. With her face buried in Claire’s hair, she inhales the strong and familiar scent of strawberry shampoo, the kind she used to use when she was small. She’s got a young girl’s warm body in her arms, and the scent of her dad’s leather and her childhood shampoo mix in the May evening air. 

“I want to be just like you when I grow up,” Claire’s voice whispers in her ear. 

Jo wants to sob, but doesn’t. She instead gives Claire one last, big, humongous squeeze and untangles herself, her arms leaving damp patches across Claire’s dress. Claire doesn’t seem to mind, she’s only seven. 

“I was just like you when I was small,” Jo manages to reply. She doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing anymore, or if it’s just—as Claire said—a thing. Some small part of her feels like she’s damning Claire as she says this, to a life like her’s. But then again—maybe it’s just a thing, and her life is neutral. There does not have to be a curse to pass on. She smiles. “It’s been really nice to meet you, Claire.”

“And it was nice to meet you too, Jo!”

They do a final high-five (Claire’s hands only spanning Jo’s palm) before Jo steps back into the rain proper, closing the car door in front of her with a wet thunk. 

The driver’s door opens and shuts beside her, Jimmy having climbed behind the wheel. Amelia’s footsteps splash around to the far side of the concrete and then the whole family is sheltered in the car, safely stowed together behind the windows.

In the low lighting of the Roadhouse sign, for a moment Jo looks into Claire’s window and only sees herself, rain pouring down her face and shoulders wide enough to fill her father’s jacket. Then the driver’s window rolls down and Jo steps to meet it. 

“Thank you,” Jimmy says. He has dark hair and a face she will meet again. “You were very good with her. Your parents should be proud.”

Jo goes to shake her head but then allows herself the nod, to tentatively agree. Her wet hair is plastered to her scalp, but the rain isn’t cold; it’s just right. 

“Have a safe journey,” she calls. Then repeats herself as the man revs the engine so Claire, winding the window down too, can still hear her. “Have a safe journey!” 

To where, Jo realizes she isn’t quite sure. 

Both her and Claire wave like wild things as the car turns back out onto the road, Jo chasing the car for a few meters, to Claire’s growing grin. As the car pulls away Claire’s blonde pigtails are the last thing Jo can make out of her.

She stands there, in the parking lot outside the Roadhouse where the dust is being beaten into the road by the summer rain. The taillights of the car rumble out of view and Jo still stands, waving, unsure if she’s just met the past or future, until her mother comes and beckons her inside. 

#i started writing this yesterday and so it's slightly rough BUT i stand by it all !! #this concept is so precious to me. my author's notes on ao3 go into that with more detail #this most defintely exists in the same universe as jo daily btw <3 fun to write her a little younger than i have before! #and write jo interacting with children... my heart #anyway i hope you enjoy reading another roadhouse jo fic from your roadhouse jo girlie #jo harvelle #claire novak #jimmy novak #jo & claire #spn fic #spn women #josjoyousbday #ola writes

[luminoushane]

I just saw your "Amity raised by Lilith AU" and now I really want to know more.

What's going on with the other Blights, if Lilith had to take Amity where are the twins?

What was Amity's life in the castle like? Did Lilith send her to Hexside and if so is she still friends with Willow?

What's Amity's relationship with Raine and Darius (and by extension Lilith's) like?

How about other people in the EC like Steve? Does Amity know Hunter and share Lilith's animosity with him and view him as a rival (queue "rival jealousy" from Luz) or are they friends?

Does Belos take advantage if Amity's presence in the castle to manipulate Lilith?

How does parenthood change Lilith and her view of Hunter?

Not a question but I also have this image if a tiny (4 or 5 yr old Amity) in a baby carrier thing on Lilith's chest when she goes to arrest Eda, and then Eda turning around to reveal King in a similar baby carrier on her chest. (Queue Spider-Man pointing name and mutual aunt realizations)

Haha, I get asked these a lot too, and I had a few tweets explaining is messily, but let's get this organized in the much better site, shall we?

• Amity was taken shortly after her birth. Prior to her arrival, Alador had already gotten sick of Odalia's mistreatment of him and in extension, the twins. He takes Amity away, pays a few healers to keep it a secret, and (with much hesitation) calls up Darius. He practically begs him to take Amity away from them, and even though Darius CLEARLY still doesn't like Alador, he just has a soft spot for kids. He takes Amity and Odalia is under the impression that Amity had died.

Now, remember, with this in mind, Odalia and the twins DON'T know her existence. If you ask me WHY Lilith ended up with Amity instead of with Darius, I'd tell you that Darius let her watch over her and she came back with adoption papers bc god forbid she has impulse control.

The twins are not aware of Amity's existence (at least until later) and neither is Odalia, but not for long. Alador is still trying to figure out how he can get himself and his two other children out without Odalia realizing. Lilith tries to keep it a secret. Amity's aware she's adopted though lol.

• Amity was practically raised in the castle. She learned to walk there 😭 Imagine a little Amity taking her first steps and the coven guards just cooing over her in the hallway. Like that. When she got older, she was allowed to go back to Darius' house alone (Lilith does not have a house and Darius is kind of like a guardian to her too, so...)

She personally prefers to stay in the castle though.

And no, Amity doesn't go to Hexside.

She's in St. Epiderm! You have to understand, Odalia's part of the Student Creature Association in Hexside, and Lilith CANNOT risk having her find out about Amity. Raine had her enrolled in their old school so she doesn't accidentally come across Odalia. Willow DOES know about her, but thinks she's some spoiled girl who gets a bit too competitive. (They become friends later on!)

• Raine and Darius are her secondary guardians! Kind of like how Uncles and Aunties work. Darius doesn't hold any bitterness towards her for being Alador's child. If anything, it's making him want to rebel more because Amity and Hunter, who are just two children, are being forced into the castle by circumstances they can't control. He can't wait to take them both back home and give them a better life than what the castle has to offer.

He sees Amity as his little sunshine, though you couldn't pay him to admit that to ANYONE. That's his baby, he raised her too ❤️.

Raine was a bit late addition to the parent trio. Though they didn't hesitate to help out if needed. They usually were the one to watch over a hyperactive 4 year old Amity and an equally active 6 year old Hunter during their time as an apprentice to the Bard Covenhead. Amity also talked to Raine about Luz, who she was "feeling funny about" (she is falling so hard) and Raine was watching in amusement.

And y'know. Lilith is her mom. Lilith doesn't get much free time, but she's dedicated it to taking care of Amity as much as she can. Amity is her heart, she could absolutely not take the idea that she could get hurt. She's trying to give her all the attention and love she wished she had gotten from Gwendolyn.

• HUNTER HATRED?? NOOO...!

Do not even suggest such a thing!

But in all seriousness, she grew up with him! Of course she doesn't hate him!

They see each other as siblings, though none of them have admitted it out loud. Hunter gets a bit sad when he sees Amity with Emira and Edric ("Her real family") and Amity was quick to get that thought off. He was her family too. The two of them are fairly close, both having grown up in the castle. On occasion, Amity sneaks him some snacks and books and stuff he can do on his free time whenever her was on shifts.

They had a MAJOR fallout by the end of season 1 (which I will not disclose yet), so you can imagine how absolutely rage-fueled their duel in Eclipse Lake was in this AU.

• And YES, HE DOES. Belos is a manipulative asshole we all know that. In addition, he does NOT like Amity. He took one look at her, with her brown hair, pointy ears and golden eyes and was reminded of a certain witch 400 years ago. It doesn't help that she likes to hang around with Hunter, either. Belos being haunted by the past because of two gay kids in his castle is so funny to me actually. He constantly holds Amity safety over Lilith's head because he knows how desperate she is to keep her daughter safe.

• And finally. Hunter and Lilith's relationship is much complicated in this AU. She realizes he's just as much of a child as Amity is. She doesn't really have this "animosity" towards him, especially since she takes care of him like Darius does (in secret).

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So anyways! Don't be afraid to ask more, I like getting questions! And yes, Lilith does, in fact, bring baby Amity along when she goes on missions to capture Eda. Amity likes her Auntie Eda, goes over to the Owl House and plays with King if she can. Eda doesn't really mind her randomly popping up in her house lol.

#the owl house #amity blight #lilith clawthorne #darius deamonne #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #the owl house hunter #WHATEVER HIS NAME IS #raine whispers #edalyn clawthorne #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #lumity #amity x luz #toh #toh au #i do not have a name for this au yet tho lol #I'm open to suggestions

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Obsessed with this and the subtle lore the animators might’ve given us for us Coven Head fans who are otherwise starved... 

Makes sense Terra is the eldest (save for possibly Scooter Crane), given her appearance and the flashback and all. But it also makes it doubly tragic how much faith she has in Belos’ regime, if she was one of his first supporters, as I’d guessed; No doubt because she’s cruel and ruthless enough that Belos can depend on her to enforce his prejudice simply for the sheer thrill of the power dynamic it gives her. She probably thanks Belos for getting her to the top when she was younger, and Terra is also proud of having been an OG fan, likely thinking there’s some meaningful emotional connection there... Only for there not to be.

Then we’ve got Osran, who’s also clearly old. Fitting. And Vitimir, who’s also elderly-looking, though I do headcanon he’s younger than he looks, and his appearance was ravaged due to exposing himself to chemicals in an attempt to reverse-engineer the Philosopher’s Stone; Like real life alchemists!

Next is Adrian. Tbh, I have to wonder if he’s used illusions to make himself look younger, but seeing as how he couldn’t bother to look nice for THE Day of Unity, probably not, but who knows? Maybe the grime is a layer built atop the youthful illusion. Makes me all the more curious about the timeline and his possible connection to Illusionists and the Looking Glass Graveyard becoming a secret, long enough ago to fall into disrepair.

Hettie Cutburn follows! Not much to say here, I guess she kinda looks young, but you can’t tell because of the full-body covering. One of the writers described her as like a murderous E-girl, so I guess she’s young enough to have the audience and know the technology that way. Or maybe not, because this ordering isn’t necessarily related to physical seniority, after all...

Up next is Mason! And he definitely looks a bit older, or maybe he didn’t age as well. But the implication seems that ‘seniority’ is defined by how long they’ve served the coven as a leader, rather than their actual age, so who can really tell for Hettie or others? Mason fits with what Dana Terrace herself confirmed (as OP pointed out in another tweet), that he’s one of the most recent coven heads, promoted at some point between Covention and The First Day.

And Mason is naturally followed by “Raine”, who was appointed within this season and is the very last in line! Darius and Eberwolf do admittedly mess up the order a bit, given they had to stay behind to collaborate with their fellow CATTs. But then again, I don’t think there’s anything definitively saying they were coven heads BEFORE Mason, so they might also be fairly recent promotions. 

In which case, I wonder if the two directly following each other has anything to do with their own rebellion, and a potential sabotage of previous coven heads with loyalty to Belos, being particularly nasty OG supporters like Terra when he was unpopular. The idea that Eberwolf literally and figuratively follows Darius here tracks with him trusting Darius’ guidance and possibly having been radicalized by him, so Eber becoming a coven head right after Deamonne is fitting.

EDIT: Someone reminded me that Darius was present at Hunter’s Golden Guard ceremony, and it seems Eberwolf was there too. While we only see Hunter as early as Agony of a Witch, Lilith’s dialogue does indicate she’s known him for a while, so Darius, Eber, and Hunter were likely running around before Mason’s promotion. So I guess the ordering is a bit messed up here for Doylist purposes, but otherwise...!

#the owl house #terra snapdragon #the owl house osran #the owl house vitimir #adrian graye #hettie cutburn #the owl house mason #darius deamonne #the owl house eberwolf #raine whispers #analysis #speculation #theory

[misccy27]

The fact that Darius kept Flapjack a secret is underappreciated

It feels like a given, because Darius is working against Belos, and ratting Hunter out would undermine the lesson Darius was pushing during all of ASIAS for Hunter to make his own decisions and defy authority and be more rebellious and all.

But also. It would have made a lot of sense for Darius to do it anyway, if Darius was prioritizing the rebellion over the well-being of this kid he barely knows.

Because Hunter is Belos' right-hand man. Darius and the other rebels are actively digging for information about the Day of Unity. It would have been perfectly reasonable for Darius to assume that Hunter has some sort of insider information.

And it would have been so easy. Hunter is terrible at hiding his emotions. He is blatantly horrified when he realizes Darius knows about Flapjack.

He's basically handing Darius leverage on a silver platter. It would have been so incredibly easy for Darius to be like “I won’t tell Belos about your secret palisman if you tell me XYZ about the Day of Unity.”

It wouldn’t have even been that suspicious. Like I’m sure other witches have tried to use Hunter’s position to get a leg up on the competition before. Hunter is so clearly desperate here. It would have made sense to at least try.

And it could have been even so much worse than that. Because Hunter at this point in the show is a threat to Darius and to the people that Darius cares about. The very next episode that they’re in is Hollow Mind, which starts with Hunter trying to arrest Darius, Eberwolf, and Raine. Hunter is Darius' enemy here at least as much as Hunter is Adrian's enemy in Labyrinth Runners.

So yeah. Darius could have just straight-up ratted Hunter out to Belos. It would have made sense for him to do so. Sabotage Belos’ inner circle, undermine the Golden Guard, give Belos and Hunter something to distract them from the rebellion. 

Neither of them know about Belos’ past with Flapjack specifically. In this scenario, Darius wouldn’t know he’s effectively getting Hunter killed. Hunter doesn’t know either; his fear is entirely for Flapjack I think. 

But it's okay! It doesn't matter. Because Darius is, indeed, a terrible rebel. He prioritizes Hunter’s well-being instead; here and in Hollow Mind and on the DOU. We get zero evidence that he tried to get any information out of Hunter at any point. He is Soft for this child. 

So in ASIAS, all that he does after acknowledging Hunter’s secret palisman is to give Hunter his cloak back and to fix the cloak and praise Hunter again and tell Hunter to git gud at sewing. Amazing.

#darius deamonne #the owl house season 2 #coping with the promo by indulging in dadrius brainrot #does this even count as dadrius #it's at least a 'not as much of a jerk as you could've been' award #i just love the what-ifs okay #especially when darius’ motives are relatively open to interpretation #i love him your honor

[waywardsunlight]

Why Darius is Cool

Eda and Darius don’t interact a lot but Darius trusts her heavily, as seen in Hollow Mind and throughout the end of season 2. Darius also has a good relationship with Luz, although short, due to his relationships with Eda and Raine. He doesn’t not care about Luz. There’s a scene where Raine is concerned about Luz and Darius doesn’t seem to care. However, when he finds out that Hunter is in danger too, he lunges forward and has to he stopped by Raine and then immediately gets embarrassed when Raine has to remind him that they need to stay secret...

It’s not that he doesn’t care about Luz. He hasn’t met her yet and he was airing on the side of caution, and he clearly trusts Eda to save Luz. And yeah, maybe it’s not the best that he doesn’t want to run in until he hears that Hunter is in danger also. He’s willing to trust Eda to save Luz but when he knows Hunter is there too, he’s upset. The scene where he makes the fake plan for the DOU is a joke according to the showrunners, but nobody thought it was funny because his sense of humor is a little morbid. He wasn’t actually going to do that plan, he was joking which is why he splashes them with abomination goo. Darius shows a lot of concern and love for Hunter over their arc. It’s clear that Darius and Hunter are texting until Hollow Mind and then they get back into contact after Lab Runners which is when Darius “assigns” Hunter the job of protecting Luz, because Hunter wanted to help but didn’t want to face Belos (lmao rip). Darius ignores Hunter until ASIAS because Hunter is a liability for him and he sees Hunter as Belos’ little henchman which isn’t fair, but Darius doesn’t seem to be aware of the abusive relationship because of how protective he is of Hunter later. Also.... Darius, in being mean to Hunter, intentionally sends him to go make friends. He essentially tells Hunter to touch grass, and Hunter does, in fact, touch grass. When Hunter shows up, Darius is angry because he almost died from the ship crashing (also like... that is his fault for not telling the kids where they were going lmao but plot), but he calms down immediately upon talking to Hunter and telling him that he’s proud of him for standing up against Darius. Darius was also cranky because it’s his day off and probably his last one before the Day of Unity. 

And while these things don’t justify some of his behavior it’s also very clear that Darius is a complicated witch and.... like.... what’s wrong with enjoying a complicated character? Darius can screw up with Hunter and the other kids and still... be a good person. He can be messy. So Yeah!

I could keep going for a while but I can’t handle this Darius slander anymore.

#darius deamonne #the owl house #toh #TOH meta

[jess-the-vampire]

tbh i think the answer to why belos is REALLY dead this time is like. he was surviving off of hosts for all that time in the human realm and then again when he got back to the demon realm the first thing he did was try to find a host/ vessel. his body's too degraded for him to survive without one now. maybe he could've lived if he had chosen to possess luz, but he was trying to make one last-ditch effort to sway her to his side. the boiling rain would've only worsened the way his body was collapsing so he just. ran out of time.

Here's the thing about that answer, is normally i could totally buy this answer to an extent, but the show managed to not make this detail consistent either.

So they have him build up strength supposably in TTT, and i guess somehow feeding off hunter and other creatures has given him enough strength to at least get his monster form back, ok, i'll accept that.

then he starts falling apart in FTF, and he needs to claim a dead grimwalker to build himself back up again, ok, fair enough, and raine i guess contributes as well.

but then, this entirely falls apart when we get to WAD

belos, despite being weak and falling apart the second he leaves raine's body, now has the speed of a god that raine struggles to actually catch up with him in the castle.

you'd think after spending enough time in raine's body he would once again retain his beast form, like he did with hunter, but no...he comes out far more wounded somehow despite the fact he had just used raine to help retain his body

like when he took over hunter, it was from a drop, and then he comes out a full formed monster, so why with raine does he not do the same? and how is he moving like that when he's even worse off then he was when he arrived?

And then after consuming energy from the titan's heart, something you would assume would given him enough power to once again have a full body, he comes out with one......and enough strength to somehow turn into young philip....and yet he's also equally so weak that he can be easily stomped to death with some burns. So animals and dead grimwalkers can give him his body back, and so can leeching a little off of hunter.....but not a giant titan heart?

The whole point of philip doing a lot of this is because he wanted his original body, he wanted his human form back, if he could do this the whole time....why didn't he? for any reason?

I could totally buy the reason of him running out of things to help him keep his body, if it were not for the fact the show is not consistent on how powerful the guy is supposed to be during a lot of these scenes.

Philip consuming things makes him powerful again......except when it doesn't.

Philip's falling apart and barely able to do something as simple as lash out without his arm falling off, except when he isn't.

The show wanted to have this scene with philip and luz but it's whole existence gets kinda distracting when i am wondering how the guy who just got a body back is getting easily killed off when that's supposed to be him at his full power, not to mention this power of his not really being properly established before. (The possession thing wasn't either before TTT but yeah)

outside of one scene of him in KT transforming just his head, and that's at least fine since it's just his head, he's not strong enough to have the full body not to mention its his normal face, not a way younger version of his face.

don't get me wrong, there are implications of scenes in other episodes that he maintains control over the curse, and therefore transformations.

but there are also just as many scenes that don't, like collector stating belos was struggling to maintain his human shape in KT and belos showcasing he was, not to mention EAE where his curse flairs up and it's clearly not an act for someone because he's alone.

there are implications the curse does have some control over him that he manages.

If he came out of the titan as a weak puddle, that would be one thing, but he came out with enough strength to do something collector directly said he didn't have enough strength to do back in KT anymore.

And he was supposed to be stronger there then here.

but here, some rain and stomps later, that's it i guess.

this whole situation was just totally avoidable too if they just killed him off a different way or just had a proper grasp on his powers and curse, because the more you try and figure out his curse, the more unclear it is.

Eda's owl curse makes sense, i am provided the info for it to be made clear how it works the way it does, belos's curse has none of that so there's a lot about it that makes no sense or is not explained.

in a lot of cases i can totally look past stuff like this, but i shouldn't be confused how the villain died, and his curse is supposed to contribute directly to his death.

Like suspension of disbelief, i can forgive some things, but there's too many weird issues here.

if the show wanted the idea for belos to just...fall apart because he had no strength, just do that, but by adding the tricking luz scene and the raine and the stomping....it looks more like they all just easily took out the guy at his full strength and takes me out of the moment entirely.

trust me, i desperately want a clear explanation here, but the show doesn't provide one, or at least not a completely consistent one.

#the owl house #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane

[sapphicdib]

Excuse me?? Go on?? I wanna know about those headcanons

Also i appreciate bringing my by now old art back to light ^^

OHHH U WANT HEADCANONS?? [cracks knuckles]

(also ofc dude! u shld thank @/creaturevoiddweller for putting it on my dash tho hehe)

ANYWAYS THE HCS UR DRAWING SPECIFICALLY LINED UP WITH ARE:

Moon being taller/generally bigger than Sig…normally i’m not feral over height differences but god theirs drives me insane

Moon loving the stars. I feel like after her collapse, they were one of the few things that brought her comfort. Within canon I’m pretty sure you can see the stars even during the day (they’re green too!! super cool) so she loves to study them and their movements. The rare occasions when the rain comes after night falls are her favorites, being able to see them more clearly in the dark always excites her. Going on a lil stargazing date would probably melt her heart !!

Sig being fucking whipped for Moon 😭 this is a fucking given but him being distracted and at Moon instead of the sky because she considers her prettier than even the starts makes me. AUGH.

(More general hcs below the cut so this post doesn’t become a million miles long)

Sig learns to knit and makes Moon a scarf and a couple cloaks after her collapse. He actually has a lot of hobbies because he doesn’t think the great problem is solvable, nor does he really care to solve it anyways. He even says he’s got “nothing better to do with my time” when Suns asks him if he’s going to purpose another messenger. Meanwhile Suns says “you have two options, do nothing or work like you’re supposed to” in terms of what to do with your time.

Moon loves picking Sig up/holding her/generally grabbing her n throwing her around because she’s actually quite strong and Sig is smaller than her. Sig does not mind in the slightest.

They’re both interested in bioengineering. Sig more so, but Moon mentons Rivulet’s interesting adaptations and knows a lot about the flora and fauna of the world. I think they bonded over this quite a bit.

Speaking of, Sig was also a more medical-oriented facility. Pebbles mentions that he “was not a medical facility even when the equipment was functioning” to hunter, so the iterators may have had more specialized niches as the generations went on. Therefore, she becomes the sort of defacto “puppet-doctor” of the local group, helping to fix things like broken joints or umbilicals after the ancients disappear. Also just the slag reset keys in general. I have a drawing about this I’m finishing soon so watch out for that hehe

Moon’s kindness absolutely rubbed off on Sig. When he first got put online, she interacted with him a lot as his personality core was still developing, and he picked up on some of her traits. In terms of age I see their group as Moon and Suns (gen 1), Sig and Chasing Wind (mid gen) and Unparalleled Innocence and Pebbles (final gen).

SIG TEACHING MOON STUPID GAMER LINGO AND UWU SPEAK CAUSES A DISASTER IN THE LOCAL GROUP CHATS. The first time she says “poggers” sends everyone into an uproar and Sig gets multiple DMs being like “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.”. Sig thinks it’s the funniest shit in the world.

Moon is a lesbian, Sig is a bisexual gender-fluid disaster. I’m sure you can tell from my rambles I use he/she/they/it pronouns for her.

Moon’s nickname for Sig is “doll”. “Little thing” is also a common one, since Sig jokes that his gender is just “thingy”.

I can’t think of any more but thank you so much for the ask!! I love these two so fucking much and getting to ramble about them makes me so happy, especially because I’m absolutely suffering on my period rn and it distracted me from the pain. I love ur art sm!!!!

#rain world #rain world downpour #lilypad rw #nsh x lttm #looks to the moon #no significant harassment #headcanons #rw #letters #TY FOR THE ASK HEHE

[crimeronan]

re: raine and hunter bonding over their belos-flavoured trauma, how do you think they discuss palismen?

this is brought by the reveal that raine's violas, like the head of it, is their palisman. but that viola has been smashed open TWICE. we know from owlbert that having a staff cracked hurts, so having what is essentially 90% of your body ripped open has gotta hurt. (hypothetically it might not work the same way but shhh)

palisman are an extension of the self, so to me its a representation of how raine has worked themself to the bone for this revolution, literally becoming a tool of progress. parallel this with hunter and flapjack, as the latter allows the former to be something more than a tool of the empire, a real boy with hopes and dreams.

both of their palismen were hurt by belos, in different ways.

im thinking that if the fox didn't have a staff pre-belos, it was among the first things hunter made when he got his carving technique down. something something moving on something something if not for flapjack at least for someone else.

does this make sense? i am but a seething pot of Themes and Connections

OUGH GOD YOU'RE SO FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THIS. I'M TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING USEFUL TO ADD BUT THIS IS ALL SO GOOD I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE IT IMMEDIATELY

i'm really liking the idea of raine's palisman getting to spend some time running around doing silly fox antics and getting into low-stakes trouble once belos is gone bc they've been in disguise for so long that getting to be silly is a Relief. in parallel to raine getting to breathe and relax for the first time in Ages after making sacrifice after sacrifice after sacrifice and being tortured for fuck only knows how long.

also very fond of the mental image of raine's fox often scampering off to be a nuisance to hunter specifically. probably others too like eda and luz and darius and the CATS but hunter more consistently than the others. and the concept that the fox has been left without a staff after damage to the viola is making me crazy

because i IMAGINE that raine's fox keeps gravitating toward hunter out of concern and recognition of his grief, the same way the other palismen do. and i imagine that hunter ranges from irritable to grudgingly accepting of this, because it's very difficult to resist a cute creature who keeps winding around your legs and/or neck like an obnoxious cat. and then upon realizing there's no staff, hunter's entire annoyed demeanor vanishes Immediately, like:

hunter: ...you're hurt??

the fox: ...UH OH. WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SHOW EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY. I GOTTA GO RUN BACK TO RAINE RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY

hunter: WHAT. YOU GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-

and then hunter chases them all the way back to raine, whereupon the convo is just like

hunter: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANYONE YOUR PALISMAN IS HURT?????

raine: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

hunter: ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU SERIOUS.

raine: OKAY LOOK I. FORGOT TELLING PEOPLE WAS AN OPTION. WE'VE BEEN MANAGING FINE FOR A WHILE. MY HEART STILL SEIZES UP WHEN THEY CLIMB ON MY HEAD WHILE I'M OUT IN PUBLIC WE'RE MANAGING

hunter, clearly having an epiphany: okay but. you guys shouldn't be dealing with stuff alone. there are people who'd want to know

raine, clearly Deeply pained about being called out: i wish this was not so obviously something you need to hear yourself so i could argue with a child instead. ok. perhaps you are right.

hunter: yeah. i am 🥰

and then yeah hunter carves a new staff when he's confident enough. i think it would take a while bc he'd be nervous about screwing it up but raine and their palisman are both incredibly patient so that's fine

incredible content thank you.

#this is all nonsense. but is also canon in my heart #replies #toh #hunter toh #raine whispers #toh fambly

[mdhwrites]

Are there any characters in toh that you felt they should have never been created?

Or characters that you think would had better the plot, or move the plot forward if they had more focus?

Personally, I think Vee is just there and her existence didn't serve much, her screen time could've been used for smth else.

So the first part of this is… interesting to me. It's incredibly hard to ever say a character should never have been created unless A: them simply existence causes problems with the rest of the canon and the story itself or B: you know their inclusion was doomed from the start. This second one is really hard to be able to clarify though unless you have behind the scenes information and the like because unless they were made to be fridged or be offensive, etc. like that, there are few concepts that are bad from the get go.

With that said, The Collector easily should not have been in the show. There just wasn't time for him or the human realm and S3 has been very clearly struggling with those facts. Since he was also introduced in S2B, it's known that he was made after the shortening was very clear to the crew and they should have cut him and focused on Belos, especially since Belos is the big bad anyways.

The second question just gets responded to with: Raine. Raine and Darius. Honestly, just the coven head rebels in general should have probably gotten an entire episode actually dedicated to them that could have helped sell the threat, give them more personality as an organization rather than feeling like they exist to get around tropes or/and Raeda angst, etc. like that. Then again, quite frankly, with how little they've actually done with Raine outside of "ISN'T IT TRAGIC HOW EDA CAN'T BE WITH HER LONG LOST, TRUE LOVE!?", Raine as a character and their plotline probably could have been cut but it was something Dana wanted from the start of the show and S2A would have mostly not been affected by the shortening so they could have possibly had more of a role. Then again, they were also made to be Eda's long lost love so…

And finally Vee. Vee is… complicated. Honestly, it's hard to talk about Vee without talking about her episode, Yesterday's Lie. After all, maybe there were plans to do more properly with her (and she easily would have had the most interesting part of a season on Earth because of having to give up the identity that made her friends and have a place in the world back to Luz, if that was actually discussed of course) but as is… She's mostly just the one episode and looking cute. Worse yet, almost all the narrative goals are tied to Vee so their triumphs and successes are also tied to her.

Now let me get this out of the way: I like Vee. I think she's incredibly likable, cute, etc. like that. She (and the ClarVee ship) was probably the only reason I wrote anything immediately after Yesterday's Lie's ending left a bad taste in my mouth because it rubbed me the wrong way even on first watch. Her backstory is compelling, explains how she can be shy but also have a backbone when the chips are down and her limited interactions with her friends is incredibly charming, even before the MashVee ship existed.

And I'm not going to argue she shouldn't have existed. Character built for a single episode are fine. TOH actually has a paradox going on that while some characters desperately needed more exploration, like Amity, others very clearly should have been cut sooner rather than later. I mean, what could have been done had they just not spent two episodes of S2 on Gus when Gus isn't important to the narrative in any way and Hexide stopped being relevant to the show after S1? How much did we have to have Huntlow if it meant that Luz, who is one there for Hunter's biggest character moments, literally never speaks to him between Hunting Palisman and Hollow Mind?

But Vee was built for specific narrative purposes and does them well. Quite frankly… Too well. To the point where it creates problems. But that has to do with the narrative goals of Yesterday's Lie rather than Vee herself. The two just interlinked because when you make a character for a single episode, you know their narrative goals and how organically and well they function with those goals is part of evaluating the character.

And the narrative goals of Yesterday's Lie seems to be to have:

A: Given an answer to why no one was freaking out about a child going missing for MONTHS and it does this one quite well just by Vee being a shapeshifter.

B: Criticize Luz and whether or not she actually had any reason to leave which is the one Vee interacts with the most and is also the biggest problem to.

C: To build Camila's character, establish her unending well of understanding since she never judges Vee for even a second, nor Luz's story about the Isles, and then end on a mid-season cliffhanger I have SEVERE issues with but is outside the scope of this blog.

Vee's goals thus are to be able to fill Luz's shoes, which she does naturally, be able to scold Luz about her life and to be able to contrast hard enough against the norm as to make Camila's sympathy shine through. Her slug form and her ability to shapeshift honestly fit two of these three really well by themselves. It was a genuinely elegant and clever concept/implementation that was good for what they wanted.

But then there's Vee's actual character and actions that play into B. And B is… A lot.

Because this is the episode that caused me to turn on Luz in my heart.

It wasn't immediate but there's one line from Luz that really sums up the fact that you have to trust Luz in order to not entirely agree with Vee in this episode. That you have to go off of only Luz's words and not her actions for what her backstory was like. To be able to believe Gus and Willow were the first chances at having friends. That no one ever understood her. That school was always a nightmare for her.

And that line is "Oh no, highschoolers," because that is the second time Luz quite literally ever has that response to ANYONE. In the ENTIRE show. She didn't have any worries about meeting kids in Hexide. She never had worries about trying to hang out with Amity despite Amity clearly hating her. She didn't worry about Amity's siblings, the various villains she met, Eda, King, etc. In general, Luz shows NO signs of social anxiety or any sort of manifestation of trauma in regards to bullying, rejection, etc. like that.

Worse yet is who these people are. They are quickly characterized as atypical people with nerdy interests and chill personalities. They'd be in the anime club or the role playing club or the video game club at school. They are by all intents and purposes, people like Luz. Nerds. Outcasts. Etc. like that. People Luz could have easily befriended. I mean, Vee did and she knows nothing about human society.

Yes, the two also have drastically different personalities but also Masha likes giving tarot readings to her friends. I feel like Luz's passion would just mix and amplify Masha's own passion and the two would literally go hunt monsters together while Vee makes sure they don't do anything stupid. Luz could go on a rant about her philosophies on magic and the faux stoner dude would be enraptured by how wild and imaginative Luz could be.

And this all begs the question of WHY didn't Luz have friends?

Well… Her opening montage, the first real introduction to the character, kind of explains it but not kindle. After all, two of the three events we're shown, and VERY much so her presentations and projects, are about getting attention. About making sure she does something big enough that people consider her contribution the best, regardless of those around her. So she can't match a cheerleader physically? Call that nothing and show a weird trick you know. Wants to make sure people talk about her performance in the play? Opening night, do something that you didn't clear with your director and catches everyone off guard, even if it means going off script and possibly ruining the play.

Even worse is the clubs she IS joining there. After all, why isn't Luz a part of the anime club or something? Or a part of a book club back home? Well… Cheerleaders and actors are more popular. They get more attention. They're special. Nerds, outcasts, etc. I mean… Who wants to interact with those when it means people might look down on you?

And the final nail is that she does finally accept outcasts… So long as they have magic. And the closer she gets to Amity, the less she interacts with Willow or Gus, to the point where they spend close to zero time in Season 2. And why wouldn't Luz want to be with the popular witch instead of people who were only special by having magic in general?

Do I think this interpretation is intentional? No. Vee's friendships were merely to try and add a bit of gray into what was black and white. However, how Luz was introduced wasn't given enough thought to make such pointed questions work. Not when you're forcing the audience to ask these questions with Vee shouting "YOU HAD IT GOOD!"

So how good did Luz have it? Well, there were fellow outcasts in her own town, which appears to be pretty small, so she could have had friends and her mom is a literal saint. S3 would only reinforce this. And she still abandoned it all for three months so she could become a witch.

So… Sorry, but the statement of "If everyone you meet is an asshole, the asshole might be you," does fit sometimes. And it fits for Luz here.

And it's also the worst part of Vee because if Vee didn't exist… I might not have considered these problems. Not so quickly. But Vee being able to contrast Luz, to be successful in the human realm simply because she's willing to actually accept those around her and bend a little, not entirely, to what will make them like her, was one of her narrative goals. One of the reasons she is as she is.

And another time where TOH thinks it's being clever when it's really just shooting itself in the foot because it has never been smart enough to ask the questions it proposes. And it sucks that that's tied to a character who is so wonderfully likable otherwise.

#the owl house vee #luz nozeda #the owl house criticism

[toast-is-ticklish]

A Healthy Dose of Condescension and a Healthy Dose of Laughter

Lee! Hunter and Ler! Darius

Lots of fluff and some tickles! Hunter is touch starved and Darius is begrudgingly adopting him

I love hunter so much hes so silly and skrunkly and fjdjdsk yeah

I know it's not lmk but I still hope you guys enjoy! 💖💖

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As Darius watched Hunter screw up his face in concentration, focusing on getting the stitch work just right, he found himself lost in thought.

He was concerned. As always.

He had internally come to terms with the fact that he had grown attached to the Hunter, but still wasnt ready to act like it.

He didn't know how to care for people, and Hunter most likely had no idea how to be cared for. Together they were an impressively emotionally constipated pair.

So Darius would worry, and do what he could in the bubble of their sewing lessons, and watch as the distance between the two of them lessened agonizingly slowly. And they would do their strange dance of hiding behind snarky comments and passive aggression to pretend they didnt care.

Because caring is scary.

Hunters eye bags only seemed to grow deeper every time he came to visit, and Darius just knew if he was aware of that child's sleep schedule he would probably want to throw himself into the nearest ditch and just disintegrate.

And worse, every time he saw Hunter he seemed to have all sorts of new bruises and scrapes and scars littering what he could see of his arms and legs. Even if you discarded the fact that hunter was a child—which you definitely shouldnt—he was treated as if he was completely disposable, despite his high ranking position.

It was maddening to watch. And Hunter didnt even see that it was wrong.

He never considered himself to be a person with any amount of parental instinct, but god did he want to just wrap this child up and take him away from this. Away from everything. So he could make friends and go to school and grow up like all kids should.

"Darius? Are you...good? You're just kinda, staring. At my face." Hunter looked at him a bit awkwardly.

How do you say, 'I'm worried about you and you need to rest' to a child soldier with no self preservation?

"Your eyebags are growing eyebags, little prince. Do I need to tell Raine to give you a bedtime or something?"

Close enough.

Hunter scoffed, looking away with a shake of his head. "I'm not a little kid, Darius. I'm 16!"

Darius raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced. "Sure, princeling. Let's have a look at your work for today."

Darius strode over and turned Hunters embroidery hoop to face him. What he saw—loathe as he may to use this descriptor—was absolutely adorable. It was a stitched image of a little red bird surrounded by music notes, clearly made with a lot of care. Hunter had made great progress in the last few lessons, and although it could use a bit of refining, this obviously had a lot work put into it.

"This is your palisman, correct?"

"Uhm—yes. Flapjack likes to sing in the morning." Hunter said quietly with a small smile.

He looked up at Darius, somewhat nervously.

"Did I—is it good?"

It was always strange and a little sad to see how much Hunters confidence disappeared when he was without his mask. He was clearly starving for any positive feedback, and he definitely deserved it.

Darius would try his best to accommodate.

"Its excellent, Hunter. I'm very impressed with how quickly you're learning."

The kid soaked up the praise like a sponge, like he always did.

And oh so hesitantly, Darius raised a gloved hand and did something he would never even think of just a month ago. He ruffled Hunters hair.

Hunter stiffened up and Darius felt himself panic.

Had he pushed it too far? Stepped over some unseen boundary? Does he need to apologize?

He quickly pulled his hand away, scanning over hunters face. The kid looked a little flustered and tense, but not upset, thank titan. He seemed a little spaced out but Darius didnt miss the way he drooped at the loss of contact.

Huh.

"Are you alright, Hunter?"

"I'm fine! Aaaaalll good. Yep." Hunters voice was high pitched and tightly strung. He was embarrased then. Darius tried and failed to push back a feeling of fondness.

Suddenly his bird flew over from its perch in the corner of Darius's office, and although Darius couldnt understand what the bird was saying, he could tell it was very excited about something. It flew in circles around Hunters head chirping energetically.

"Yes he is—what?! No I'm not doing that!"

More fervent chirping as the bird hopped on Hunters lap.

Suddenly the boys cheeks and ears turned bright red. What was this bird saying?

"I am not his—He would never say yes to that anyways! I cant! That's just too embarrassing!"

More chirps intertwined with embarrased arguments and Darius decided he needed to put this kid out of his misery, if not out of kindness then to avoid a migraine.

"Flapjack no—"

"What would I never say yes to?"

"Nothing! Ow!" Flapjack tugged on his hair as if to admonish him. It was kind of cute, in a weird way.

"Your bird—Flapjack was it? Is more clever than you may think. The worst I could say to whatever they want you to ask is no, right? I'm not going to spend what little free time I have judging you, princeling."

Darius said, with a  healthy dose of condescension.

Hunter screwed up his face as his bird continued to pester him.

"Fine!" He relented, "Its just—could you—"

He sighed in frustration.

"That thing you did to my hair. Flapjack thinks you should uhm. Do it again. If you want."

Darius paused. Oh. The kid wanted him to...touch his hair again? He supposed it would make sense for hunter to be a bit touch starved—it wasn't like Belos was known for his affectionate attitude.

Suddenly Hunter broke out in some awkward, forced laughter. "Ahahahah! Totally weird right! And dumb! And...stupid! Just forget about it!"

Darius supposed he was quiet for too long. Now he felt like he kicked a puppy or something.

"Hm. Well I don't think it's weird or stupid at all."

"Yeah! I mean—huh?"

Darius sat on the futon as Hunter looked at him confusedly.

"Here we are. Now you just.." Darius guided the boy to sit in front of him, almost leaning against his chest. "Perfect. Is this okay?"

"Uhm. Yes, this is fine." The boy was very tense, and it made Darius somewhat sad that this was so...strange and new to Hunter. That someone would want to touch him or give him affection.

Someday Hunter would know that he deserved affection and softness and kindness. Darius would make sure of it—no matter who it would be to give it.

Nevertheless, he began carding his hands through Hunters hair.

The only way to describe Hunters reaction is that he melted. The boy fell back against Darius's chest, though he was sure it was unintentional.

Darius continued to work his fingers through hair, occassionally lightly scratching at his scalp with his fingernails. Hunter would try and fail to stifle a hum, and continue to melt into the touch.

The bird seemed very happy about this arrangement.

Darius would be lying if he said he was uncomfortable taking care of the boy.

He didnt know how long they stayed there before he felt a shuddering against his chest.

The kid was crying. Shit.

Darius knew how to manage with many things. Missions, interrogations, battle, hell even the minutia of spells and curses and healing wounds.

He did not know how to comfort a crying child. Especially not a soldier. Especially not the new golden guard. Especially not the emperors nephew.

But for hunter, he had to try.

"I'm—I'm sorry."

Hunter spoke, and it was a sad strangled sound

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Hunter."

"I don't know why I'm reacting like this. Its childish and stupid."

"Hunter. Touch is not a want. It is a need. One I suspect has not been fulfilled for you. Your reactions are warranted and normal, not stupid."

Darius spoke impartially, as if every word he was saying was a fact. It was all true—but he hoped his tone didnt make him sound too much like he didnt care.

Hunter sniffled, and Darius subtly pulled him a bit closer to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry."

Darius carefully held this broken boy in his arms, and Hunter choked back a sob.

Flapjack nuzzled into the boys cheek, and Darius held him, until Hunters breathing evened out and he fell into sleep.

Thank the titan he did, because clearly the boy needed it. It was clear that hunter was a restless sleeper, as somehow he had tossed and turned enough to end up facing Darius's chest, gloved hands holding onto his shirt. It was endearing—but definitely a bit embarrassing. Darius was just glad Raine wasnt here to take pictures as he rested his arms on the boys back.

It had been a little over 2 hours, and a very stiff Darius had a meeting he needed to start getting ready for. He felt so awful for making this kid get up but there was no way for him to worm his way off the couch without hunter noticing.

"Hunter?" He said, shaking his shoulder a bit, "Hunter I need to get up soon..."

All he got in return was a grumble as Hunter grabbed him tighter. Darius chuckled, giving hunters shoulder a squeeze as he was about to tell him to wake up again—until he heard a curious noise.

A soft squeak, and some sleepy squirming.

This kid had ticklish...shoulders?

"Mmm..feels..fuhuhnny.."

Titan this child was going to be the end of Darius.

But still, he had found a possible wake up method, and he couldnt resist giving this a try.

He brought his fingers up to Hunters neck and skittered them around there, switching between the nails and pads of his fingers.

He was immediately rewarded with scratchy giggles and scrunched up shoulders.

"Ahahah! Whahahah—whahaht ihihis thihihihis?! Ahh!"

"I'm tickling you awake, little prince. I have to say, it is nice to see you smile without the underlying hint of smug brattiness."

"Youhouhoure—whhahat?! Ihihihit feheheeehls weheiheird!" Hunter almost whined through his giggles and Darius was getting confused.

"I'm..tickling you?"

"I dohohont knoohohow whahahat thahahat mehehahahns!"

Oh. That's very sad, actually.

Darius paused in thought. How were you supposed to explain this?

"Well...sometimes when you touch people in certain places it makes them laugh. That's called tickling."

Having to explain that was a little embarrassing.

"Ohoh thahat's... fascinating actually."

"Would you like me to continue?"

"Oh! Uhm—I mean! You can if you want. If that's, uh, normal?" Some color flushed the apples of Hunters cheeks, and Darius took a second to appreciate how he looked a lot less like a corpse.

"Of course, princeling."

Darius may have been a bit late to his meeting.

And when Raine found out why afterwards he may have wanted to die of embarrassment (No. He was not going to let Raine call him Dadrius. Dear Titan.)

But afterwards when he saw he saw Hunters face be just a bit brighter for the next couple days, and when he felt that stupid fuzzy feeling in his chest, he decided.

It was totally worth it.

#tickle #tickle fic #tickle community #lee! hunter #ler! darius #dadrius #fluff #touch starved hunter #toh hunter #toh golden guard #toh Darius

[eyesorefortheblind]

Guzma/Eclipse Ideas/Headcanons

Art by Inspector-Valvert <3

Just a whole rambling list I've done of ideas and headcanons between my OC Eclipse and Guzma! OC x Canon forever. Some ideas referenced from YuuriVoice and KinkRadio Guzma audios.

Little context before you jump in, Eclipse is a Pokemon hiding as a human, so that should help you understand things better.

It's long. And it's in no particular order. I didn't realize I had filled out like 18 pages in google docs woOPS.

Lil' disclaimer/trigger warning before you dive in - mentions of death, touches on the topics of abuse and trauma, and mildly spicy at times! Nothing too in depth but just wanted to give that warning. Also swearing.

At first, Eclipse is pretty quiet about where she came from and where she grew up as a kid. She just vaguely mentions that she needed a new place to escape to if anyone asks. Other than that she just lies about where she came from.

She picked up a story about living in the Orre region from a quick fling and passes it off as her own. 

Of course if she actually meets anyone from Orre, it's gunna be awkward. She's never heard of Shadow Pokémon so- 

She references that she was a bounty hunter and explorer back home. She had an entire team at her back, much like Guzma does now. However, all that fell apart. 

She doesn't explain what happened, but Guzma catches a familiar hurt in her eyes. Something happened. 

She explains that she used to get bullied as a kid for being different, and her guild used to give people like her a place to go to. 

She worked really fucking hard for that guild. She wanted it to be a place for those who are different to escape to. For those who didn't fit into the norm. 

The boss notes it's not too off from Team Skull. 

Guzma sees that sparkle in her eye whenever she talks about exploring or battling - it was something she was clearly passionate about. 

It's weird though, she's so passionate about it but doesn't have a Pokémon of her own.

Sometimes he catches her writing in an old looking journal, but he never sees what she's writing. She never lets her look at the pages. 

Guzma has a lot of questions about her past, but Eclipse has just as many secrets. 

She mentioned she had just been wandering for about four months around Alola before she found Team Skull's base. 

This woman just shows up in Po Town, drenched by the rain, with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the contents of her bag. How did she make it this long in Alola? Sure it wasn't too hard to survive, but… She's a mystery. 

Eventually Eclipse opens up enough to explain that she had a Pokémon partner of her own. 

An Absol named Soul. 

He was her everything. Her second in command. Her partner that helped her start the guild. Her battle companion. 

He meant the world to her. 

They ran the guild side by side for a few years, but something happened. 

Soul died protecting her and it caused a break in Eclipse. She couldn't find it in herself to keep going without him. 

Eventually she just left. Up and abandoned everything she had. 

Eclipse calls herself a coward for doing it but it's much deeper than she initially lets on. 

It explains why Eclipse has been wandering around without Pokémon of her own. 

She swore off a companionship with a partner Pokémon because she didn't want anyone else to get hurt for/because of her. 

That scarf she wears belonged to Soul. It's why she nearly always has it on her or has to know where it is at all times. 

However that little Vinepede was just insistent on following and going with her. 

Fuck. 

Of course Guzma doesn't open up to her at first either. 

He's still recovering a bit from the events of ultra space and the Nihilego. 

Guzma always boasts about how he's not scared of anything, but the Ultra Space incident more than shook him up. That was the first time he had felt genuine fear. 

If Eclipse looks close enough she can see faint outlines of something across his torso. (Scars maybe from where those weird jellyfish grabbed him?)

Eclipse doesn't know much about Aether it seems, but he notes she is a bit interested in learning about them (for some reason…)

After the events of Ultra Space, Guzma is cold to Aether and Lusamine.

He comes to recognize that she only treated him with respect so that she could use him and Team Skull for her own gain. 

They have a run in when Guzma and Eclipse are enjoying a date in Malie City. The two are sitting in Malie Garden when Lusamine approaches them and asks how Guzma is doing. She's surprised to see Guzma actually managed to nab himself a girl. 

There's a scowl on Guzma's face as he explains that yes, they are on a date, now buzz off. 

Eclipse is confused as all hell. Who is this lady? And why does she smell… familiar?

Lusamine asks her name, and that's it. She just leaves. Aight then. 

Eclipse can be pretty prideful and headstrong, a result of her parents raising her to be the best she could be. Though, she did get bullied as a kid. 

Because she was born as a hybrid, she got picked on for being different. Like a lot. It wasn't a lot of kids picking on her, mostly just a select few. 

Eclipse didn't let it get to her too bad, instead she used the teasing and bullying as fuel to get her guild off the ground. 

She desperately wanted to become an explorer like the great rescue teams she had heard of and even met. One or two visited her school to talk about rescue teams and exploration teams occasionally. 

Team ACT and Wigglytuff's Guild were huge inspirations to her as a kid and she strived to be like them. 

Eclipse let those words instead fuel her desire to start her own guild for those just like her - hybrids that had been teased, shunned, bullied for who they were. She wanted to make her guild a safe haven for those who were different. It was a place to prove that even those who were different could still achieve just as much in life and more. 

Team ACT (composed of Alakazam, Charizard, and Tyranitar) were one of the teams that Eclipse looked up to. She had heard of their adventures and influence and wanted to be like them. 

During a visit to the school Eclipse attended as a kid, she got to meet her heros and she told them all about how she wanted to be an explorer and part of a rescue team when she got older. 

Alakazam noted that look in her eyes. She was determined. It was different, not that light that would flicker and die out when kids grow up. 

He told her to continue on in her passions. Should they meet again, he would check on her progress. 

They did meet again, Eclipse was a young adult at that point and had just formed a companionship with Soul. 

Eclipse came upon Team ACT at a bulletin board and she eagerly asked if they remembered her. Alakazam recognizes her and doesn't even have to ask - he can tell she's been working all these years to achieve her dreams. 

The only thing keeping her from starting her guild is a lack of members and funds. 

Alakazam makes her a deal - if she can complete a rather tough rescue mission, he will fund her guild. 

Eclipse immediately jumps at this and drags Soul off with her. The mission is a struggle and takes her numerous tries, but she manages to rescue a hybrid by the name of Mynder. Mynder joins their team and Alakazam funds their guild, just as he promised. 

Team Skull reminds her a lot of her team from back home. 

A bunch of headstrong young adults looking for a place in the world. 

They don't quite fit in like everyone else, so they make their own place to fit in. 

Guzma supports them, gives them a place to stay, makes sure they're fed, the whole nine yards. 

It reminds Eclipse a lot of herself. Someone running a whole place with those who don't quite fit in.

And it hurts to see that reminder of what she used to be. 

But she has to give him the credit and respect Guzma deserves. He's doing all this for them. 

She has massive respect for those taking in and helping in others. 

Guzma likes being a little spoon, but he's never gunna admit that. Sometimes they tussle over who gets to be the big spoon but usually Eclipse wins. (Guzma lets her)

It's stupid, but Guzma likes being held. Just knowing someone actually wants to hold onto him and touch him makes him melt a little under that hard shell of his.

In a way, Eclipse grounds him in the sense that she's a solid reminder that there's someone there rooting for him. Yeah, he has the grunts, but this is more personal. There are some things he just can't talk with them about. Hell, some things he can't even talk with Plumeria about. But her… he's reluctant at first but some things he opens up to Eclipse about. 

Of course there are times where he needs to be the big spoon. He is the big bad boss who needs to take care of his little love bug, after all. And what if one of the grunts barges in and he's the one being spooned?? Way too embarrassing, the grunts could never see that. 

Mostly he does it when the grunts are being especially rowdy some days, that's usually when it's most likely they'll come barging into his room to tell him some punk is messing with them or something like that.

Plumeria caught them once where Eclipse was absolutely latched onto his back (and maybe wearing the Boss' jacket), but Big Sis promised she wouldn't say anything. At least to the grunts. She absolutely gives Guzma shit for it in private, but in a playful way. 

Eclipse is reckless as fuck. 

Occasional "I crave violence" vibes at times, but only when someone she cares for is in danger. 

She's always getting into scraps with some sort of Pokémon or one of the  grunts.

Usually it ends up with her getting hurt in some fashion such as a scratch or a bite or bruise.

She can handle it though, it's nothing!

Eclipse likes to snark that she's reckless. It's part of her nature. She's reckless, but she's a tough girl.

She's always telling Guzma she's gunna battle Golisopod one day. This girl doesn't have any Pokémon though, what a dumb idea! 

Eclipse doesn't care if Golisopod is a bug type - her weakness. She wants to square up with him.

Sometimes she tries her little fighting escapades with Plumeria, but she's not as likely to entertain her antics. 

After a while, Guzma just gives an exasperated sigh or raised eyebrow when Eclipse comes back with a bloody nose or new scratch somewhere on her body. 

Sometimes getting Eclipse out of bed is a whole chore. Some mornings she has her fun, other mornings it's more of her emotional/trauma issues. 

On the mornings she's just being silly, Eclipse will ask for a smooch, or ask for Guzma's jacket. Generally some sort of bargaining to get her ass out of bed. 

Often times Guzma threatens to drag her out by her fucking ankles. 

Before he knows, Eclipse will pull a little complaint that the shady house is cold and that she could either stay under the covers or if she had a nice jacket to use… sometimes he gives it to her, sometimes he carries her out of bed. 

Not really cold though, it's Alola, after all. Hot and humid. Gross.

After Guzma finds out her little secret, the "it's cold outside" trick doesn't work anymore. He'll snark about her coat and tell her to get up. She still begs for his jacket. 

Other mornings though, it's hard for her to get out of bed. Those mornings are the ones where she has home on her mind. She's thinking about her old life and her friends. 

Guzma offers words of comfort and holds her for a while. Sometimes they just lay in silence. Just five more minutes. It helps her feel better. 

Eclipse really appreciates it. 

Eclipse loves playing with Guzma's hair. It's soft and fluffy, and Alola's humidity doesn't help with that. It's just so fun to play with.

She also loves it when Guzma lays his head in her lap. She could sit there for hours just playing with his hair while they're chilling in bed or in Malie Garden. 

He likes the head scratches. Again, he's never gunna admit that, but it's so relaxing.

Eclipse absolutely knows he likes it and teases him about how she should be the one who likes to be scratched behind the ear. 

At first though, Eclipse was hesitant to play with his hair. She noticed whenever he got frustrated, he would yank and pull at it. Was it a sort of stress relief or something? It took time for her to actually touch it. And when she did, she was gentle. 

Guzma flinched at first - other than brushing (or trying to brush it), washing, or dying it, he wasn't used to treating his hair too kindly. Combine that with his past traumas… he wasn't expecting a gentle touch to his head. 

Slowly though, he eased into it. The more she did it, the more he found himself enjoying her touch. She would take little tufts and roll them in her fingers to make individual little spikes, or just slowly run her fingers through it. 

Of course Eclipse loves having her hair played with too. The two alternate with sitting with their heads in each others' laps. 

One of Eclipse's favorite positions is sitting between his legs with her back against his stomach and her head against his chest. 

Guzma will absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair and later on teasingly scratch behind her ear. Sometimes he'll catch the sound of a thumping tail and that puts a smirk on his face. 

Plumeria has to teach him how to braid hair. Eclipse has a lot of it, but he didn't know how to braid. Like, at all. It looks so confusing! 

So, he pulls Plumeria aside and begrudgingly asks her to teach him because he doesn't want to try it on Eclipse and mess up, or embarrass himself trying for the first time. 

Eclipse loves the nickname 'lovebug'. It's her favorite. It's just so… him to call her that. 

Of course being a bug type trainer, Guzma sort of absentmindedly called her that and it stuck. 

Eclipse's face went just about as red as her hair before she got one of those dumb grins on her face. 

"The hell you smiling like that for?"

"Didn't know you liked nicknames. I like that one. Keep using it." 

She pecks him on the cheek and walks away before he can say anything else. 

Eclipse calls Guzma 'boss' a lot, be it formally or teasingly. 

The first time he called her that was when there was some odd bickering going on. The usual sass from Eclipse. 

She finally relents on whatever it is they're scuffling about and replies with "sure thing, boss." 

That. That little snark. 

Eclipse had that smirk on her face again.

Guzma just about short-circuited. 

She was part of team skull now so- so why did- why did her calling him 'boss' like that- was it the way she said it? Her tone? 

Whatever, just- she's being a brat, just a snarky bitch. It's fine-

Spoilers - it's not fine and it flusters the boss. 

Eclipse gets sick. Like, more than she should. And it doesn't help that it's raining all the damn time in Po Town. 

She was born with a horrible immune system due to being a hybrid. Being a brand new species, she's essentially a test run that hasn't worked out all the errors in the code. And she's got a few errors. Her parents kept a very close eye on her as a pup to keep her as healthy as she could be. 

To be fair they had no idea she would turn out the way she did.

Being a kid though, she still got into the usual germy things kids get into and she still got sick. Fighting off illnesses as a kid was hard for her. It left her bedridden for at least a week, usually more. 

It steadily got better as she grew up and she doesn't get sick as often, but a cold can still knock her on her ass as an adult. 

The first time she caught a cold in Po Town, Guzma thought she had a nasty case of the flu - high fever, shivers, a rough cough, she was very weak, the works. Seeing such a cocky, tough woman laid out by a little cold admittedly freaked him out a little. 

At first he thought she was trying to get out of Team Skull duties for the day. Nope, this girl was sick. 

Eclipse continued to insist it was just a cold, nothing she couldn't handle, but shit if she didn't look as pale as a ghost type. Eventually she had to explain she has a shit immune system and it's just how it is. 

Guzma sends the grunts out for medical supplies from the nearest convenience store so she can recover. 

Eclipse didn't take the medicine though, as much as she wanted to. She needed something Pokémon-grade, and she wasn't sure if human-grade medicine was safe for her to take. She just had to tough out the worst of it and continue to assure that she was going to be fine. It would just take some time. 

Along with Eclipse's shit-fuck immune system, she can't have her own kids. It's something that just kills her a little on the inside. 

Not that the shady house would be a great place for kids anyway. There's broken glass and other stuff laying around. It's a miracle the grunts haven't hurt themselves with everything laying around. 

Eclipse's start with the grunts was pretty damn rocky at first. She started out as some stray that just wandered onto their turf. 

There was some bickering amongst the grunts as to who left the door open to Po Town but let's worry about that later man we have a runt to catch.

Eclipse was called reckless and stupid for wandering onto Team Skull's grounds without a Pokémon of her own. And an umbrella. Maybe a rain coat too. Scarves don't do much to keep you dry. 

Poor girl was soaked. 

They were surprised to hear she didn't know much about Team Skull, but they were even more surprised that the boss just let her stay. She didn't seem like Team Skull material, at least not until she started getting a bit mouthy and snarky with their beloved boss. 

Word traveled pretty fast there was a new body in the ranks of this bunch of misfits. Though, she was pretty tight lipped about where she came from and why she was there. Something about wandering for a while. 

Plumeria had to watch the dumb kids to make sure they didn't get too mouthy with her. 

After a while though, a fight broke out between them. A few grunts cornered Eclipse and after some bickering and mouthing from both sides, Eclipse is taking on their Pokémon barehanded. This girl is fucking crazy. 

Guzma is pissed when he comes out and sees them picking on the newbie like this. He breaks up the fight and snatches Eclipse to drag her away to tend to her wounds. 

Of course he gave an absolute earful to the grunts who picked on her and forced them to apologize to the newbie before he took her away.

Eclipse is apologizing the whole way up to wherever they're going, rambling about how this wasn't the grunts fault, she started it, she grew up with this kind of stuff, it's fine, really! The boss is dead quiet and just asks where they hurt her once they reach his room. 

He starts giving her a rather soft but stern earful about how she shouldn't go around starting fights with the others. Eclipse replies that she's reckless, something she's said before. It was quiet, a weak attempt at lightening the mood between them. Guzma sighs and continues to clean up that nasty Yungoos bite and Eclipse whines at the antiseptic spray. 

Other than the sting, Eclipse can't help but notice just how careful Guzma is while he's treating her wounds. He's super gentle with her and she's a little surprised. Though at the same time she didn't expect him to be rather rough either. 

Guzma tells her that she's part of Team Skull now, and she is his responsibility now. Hearing that she was part of a team made her want to cry, in all honesty.

During the time when Eclipse was getting patched up is when she met Golisopod for the first time. 

Eclipse is bewildered when she sees the big, lumbering bug Pokémon. He's a big guy, and he gives off this stoic silence. She's never seen a Pokémon like him before.

That is, until he asks why she's staring at him. Eclipse quickly apologies and looks away, and that's his first hint that she can actually understand him. Guzma doesn't notice anything though, he's too busy taking care of that Yungoos bite. 

Once she's all patched up, the boss decides to take a nap in his chair and tells the lumbering bug to keep an eye on Eclipse so she doesn't get into any more trouble. Golisopod is tasked with keeping an eye on her.

This is when the bug strikes up conversation with her. 

"You can understand me, can't you?" 

"Eyuuup." 

Guzma is a biter. Eclipse loves it. It's how he marks his territory. 

Of course, Eclipse wasn't as eager to show off those bites on her neck and shoulders at first. The grunts didn't know about their little relationship, and Guzma knew they'd be rather thrown off by him romping with the newbie. Though he didn't really care in all honesty. 

Eclipse is worried they'd see it as special treatment and all that. Guzma assures her if they give her shit, he'll take care of it.

She wears her scarf when they're around the grunts, but in public, she's more than happy to show them off. 

To no one's surprise, Eclipse snarked at him when he was teasing her about it. 

"You know how I mark my territory, right?"

"Spray paint?" queue that dumb little smirk of hers. Maybe an exasperated sigh or cocky smirk back from Guzma.

She bites back. 

Speaking of spray paint, tagging places is a favorite pastime of Team Skull.

Usually they spray paint around Po Town (inside and outside) but occasionally they like to tag some places around Ula'Ula island. 

Sometimes they spray paint inside the buildings in Po Town. Plumeria has to remind them to open the windows so they're not inhaling all those fumes. 

Sometimes the team would take outings in small groups to go tag a specific place.

The first time Eclipse used a can of spray paint, she sprayed the little insignia she wears on her bag on the wall. A PokeBall with wings. It's under the main stairs in the shady house. 

A few of the grunts have seen it, but they don't really question it. 

They're actually pretty chill about not painting over other people's work. They know how to share a canvas. 

He's also protective as hell. No one touches his love bug or they're getting decked. Either that or smashed by one of his Pokémon.

Despite knowing how to handle herself, Eclipse doesn't mind her boss tailing her like a bodyguard. She finds it pretty cute.

Mostly he's keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble, but it's nice to spend time with her too. 

Of course there's a lot of whispering around the towns about how this rough and tough boss ended up with someone. Was that possible?

She seems so nice compared to the Team Skull boss, too. Always making sure to say 'please' and 'thank you', not trying to pick fights (most of the time), things like that. 

Eclipse notices the stares and whispers, but notes that Guzma is ignoring them as if they're not happening. 

Was he used to this?

She wasn't used to the odd looks yet, before she met him she was worried about getting weird glances. It takes her some time but eventually she starts to ignore them. People are more bewildered at the pair than they were about her. 

Eclipse isn't the best cook, but she tries her best. 

All the cooking was done by her friend back home, Sugar. She made all the dinners and lunches for the guild. 

Eclipse can still make basic stuff but nothing extravagant or with too many steps.

It doesn't help that she can't read the labels or instructions. Damn human language being the same spoken-wise but not written-wise. 

She has to go off pictures and scents for the most part. 

She has learned to make pancakes though, she really likes them. 

Any time she makes them, there's always a few grunts that want some too. So she starts making extra whenever she makes some for herself. 

There's a shop in Malie City that has really good fluffy pancakes. Sometimes Eclipse begs for Guzma to take her for a late morning breakfast. 

Vinepede

That stupid little bug refused to let her go after she rescued him from a clutter of Ariados.

Eclipse and Guz were heading back from a date in Malie Garden one night when she catches the sound of someone crying out for help. Guz hadn't heard anything, he doesn't have those sharp ears like she does.

The pause, that stillness she had like a Boltund catching a scent made Guzma stop and give her a weird look.

"Uh... you good?"

She fuckin' bolts off into the trees and completely drops her leftovers from dinner. Woops. Guz chases off after her but it took no time at all for him to lose sight of her.

Eclipse finds a Vinepede with one of his tails stuck in a web and there are some hungry looking Ariados making their way down the web. He's yelling for help and Eclipse is the one to come to his rescue.

After a small scuffle, Eclipse rescues him and Guzma and Golisopod come through the treeline. He's barking at her about running off without him and asking what the hell she was thinking. She explains what was going on and how she didn't want the little guy to be eaten up.

She goes to head back to the boss' side but she feels something grab her leg.

It's the little guy.

Oh hell no.

Guzma asks what the plan is and if she has a Pokeball to take him with since Vinepede clearly wants to come with her.

She starts sputtering that absolutely not, she does not do Pokemon partnership.

All the while Guz pulls a Pokeball off his belt, walks over to her, and plops it into her hand.

Before she can say anything, Vinepede scurries up her leg and proceeds to wiggle himself in the ball in her hand.

... wtf just happened.

Guzma, in the meantime, is thinking about the time he met Golispod. The little Wimpod had taken it upon himself to cower behind the boy's leg after he had been saved from a flock of Spearow looking to beat up the little Isopod Pokemon.

It reminded him of that time. And Eclipse seemed like she needed a partner.

Eclipse is not happy about this at first. She's not aggressive towards the Vinepede, but she is slightly off-put by having a companion again.

She very slowly warms up to it. Takes some time though.

Also Eclipse promised to pay for breakfast the next morning since they both dropped their leftovers after she took off running and Guz ran after her.

Plumeria

If anyone fucks with Team Skull, they're fucking with Plumeria too. They often refer to her as their 'Big Sis'.

Those are her little brothers and sisters. Sure, they can be dumb… but they're family. 

She's not one to back down from beating on anyone who messes with these numbskulls. 

Sometimes she has to end some scraps or save them from getting roughed up by the locals. She gives the grunts an earful but mostly tells them to be more careful and patches them up. 

She supervises sometimes on tagging days. The grunts will go out and spray paint a few places, and sometimes she gets in on it. She has a little bit of an artistic side to her.

Plumes is the one to dye the grunts hair for those who want it if they don't know how. Guzma may have botched one or two before referring the grunts to her. She fixed it in the end, though.

She is also the only one Guzma can confide in for his personal issues and his past, other than Eclipse. 

She'll stand with Guzma through thick and thin, and assures wherever he'll go, she'll go too. 

The first time Eclipse is trying to be friendly with some of the grunts is when she meets Plumeria for the first time. They had gotten especially noisy and Plumes has to tell them to pipe down or else they'll wake the boss. Of course she's met with enthusiasm before the grunts disperse to do whatever they usually do around the shady house. 

She explains the whole concept of the Island Trials and Kahunas and what not to Eclipse. 

Kinda weird this girl's been in Alola for a bit but doesn't know what they are… 

She explains that Guzma had tried the Island Trials along with professor Kukui. He continued to fail, so he gave up and formed his own team of rejects that failed the island challenges. That's how Team Skull was formed. 

She briefly mentions a bit of Guzma's past with his father, but doesn't go into too much detail. Eclipse doesn't like what she hears though. 

Eclipse asks about Aether, and Plumeria explains how they're trying to do good by offering Pokémon rehabilitation and care centers alongside their research, but their president… she's got a few screws loose. 

Plumes asks where Eclipse comes from, and she gives her the schpiel how she came from Orre, some dusty place a ways off. Not much too it. 

The two get along pretty well. Eventually Plumes let it slip that Guzma asked her to learn how to braid hair for Eclipse's sake. Eclipse is thrown off, but she thanks Plumes for the gesture. 

Eclipse's own parental relations is a stark contrast compared to Guzma's. 

Eclipse loves her parents. If anyone asks, she'd go on about how her parents are wonderful, the best anyone could ever ask for. 

She'd remark how she felt like she had a second pair of parents because of their Pokémon - a Lycanroc and a Zoroark. Her mom has a Lycanroc, and her dad has the Zoroark. Of course, this is just an excuse to talk about them without arousing suspicion. 

She's been around Pokémon since the day she was born, it's why she feels she has such a deep connection to them and she feels she gets along better with them than people. (Technically not a lie) 

Her parents were supportive of her dreams and ambitions while she grew up. They took care of her the best they could and raised her to be a headstrong girl. So did their Pokémon. 

Of course those times where she got sick still worried them to Giratina's hell and back. 

Eclipse always seems a bit sad though when she's asked about how they're doing now, or why she's with Team Skull and not them if they're so amazing. 

She remarks how they deserve better than her with how her reputation back home is now. She's done things she's not proud of, and she wouldn't blame her parents for being embarrassed of having a daughter like her. They probably don't speak about her anymore, if they act like she never existed she would understand. 

What she did though, she doesn't get into. Just some 'fucked up shit', stuff she certainly wished she could undo. But she's learned trying to undo things can get you in more trouble than when you started. 

Despite what she imagines they're probably thinking about her, she at least hopes they're doing alright. She misses them a lot. 

Eclipse is always looking over her shoulder whenever she's outside the walls of Po Town. Her ears are always perked and her nose is constantly trying to sniff out any scents that just seem too clean and sterile. 

The Aether Foundation received reports late one night that an Ultra Wormhole had possibly opened again over Ula' Ula Island. This was a few months past the issue of the Ultra Beasts invading Alola, so it was very odd to hear of another opening. 

This one notably doesn't look the same as an Ultra Wormhole. This one is a bit more similar to a phenomenon recorded in Sinnoh years ago. 

Lusamine tasks Faba with the research, and the two gather as much information as possible. 

Faba comes to find that something came out of that hole in the sky that night and it landed somewhere on Ula' Ula island. A research team is dispersed early the next day to try and find it. 

The search team isn't able to find much, but they make note of some footprints and what seems to be broken branches from a possible landing sight. A rainstorm had passed though the area before they could reach it, so there was very little chance of finding a DNA sample. 

For the next few months, the team can only go off of blurred pictures they manage to capture, but it was only so long before this creature seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. Not a sign of it anywhere. Where did it go? 

What data they could collect was that it wasn't much smaller than the average person. Maybe about 5 feet tall. Lots of red fur. And it can use illusions. 

It was hurt as well, it seemed the UB arrived in their world with a pretty nasty wound on its side. What caused it though, they could only guess. Blurred photographs depicted… bandages around its midriff? 

Perhaps it is more intelligent than they thought. 

It didn't take long for this UB to figure out it was being followed. It became much more scarce and hard to track before it vanished. 

Though, after some time, a report from Lusamine gives Faba some information. A woman has been spotted with the Team Skull boss of all people, and her hair is strikingly similar to their UB. 

Recalling the UB can use illusions, Faba and Lusamine wonder if this is what they're searching for. An Ultra Beast integrating into human society…? 

Faba is tasked with obtaining a DNA sample to confirm this woman isn't human, and a rather perfect string of events not long after leaves a blood sample in his hands. 

This UB and one of the grunts of Team Skull have an outing just past Ula' Ula meadow. It just so happens to be near a pack of Midday Lycanroc that call the area home. 

These wolf Pokémon can sense something new is in their territory, and a scuffle leaves the supposed UB injured. Faba is able to recover a blood sample after the UB and grunt flee the area. 

Faba has to test the sample multiple times because the results just don't make sense. They are given the information that yes, this woman isn't human as they thought. 

However, it doesn't appear to be an Ultra Beast either. 

It's a Pokémon. A hybrid to be exact. Half Lycanroc, half Zoroark. Faba has to confirm no Midnight Lycanroc are in the pack they have been monitoring, and no sightings have been reported of Zoroark in the area. This rules out the possibility of a contaminated sample. 

Things start to make a bit more sense after another look at the photographs, at least what can be made out from the blurry images. 

Though, this raises many questions. 

How did it come to their world? How did such a genetic anomaly come to happen? Just how intelligent is it if it can live among humans? What caused the injury it came here with? What is it like in its home world? 

Does Guzma know the woman he's with is a Pokémon hiding as a human? 

Eclipse not only has to protect herself, but she has to protect a residual power she carried from home. 

This power is something that clings to her, residual energy she absorbed from the Time Gears. 

These artifacts regulate the flow of time in her home lands. By taking them in attempts to complete her goals, she unknowingly absorbs some of their energy and is later able to manipulate time for very short periods. 

Not only this, but this energy allows her to access a sort of hidden form. A Dusk Form of herself. This is an actual physical form unlike her illusions. This form is faster and more limber. 

However, using this power is taxing on her energy. She can only access this power or form for short periods of time.

She knows if the power was somehow taken from her, it could be disastrous if it fell into the wrong hands. 

This is another reason she does her best to steer clear of the Aether Foundation. 

Eclipse struggles with nightmares from time to time. Guzma is usually woken by her and he does his best to calm her down. 

Usually he's woken by the sounds of whimpers or crying, sometimes she's shifting around on the bed enough to wake him. Sometimes she's got a death grip on him. 

Holding her usually helps after he carefully wakes her up. Seeing the terror in her eyes after they snap open does worry him, but he tugs her close and whispers that everything is okay. 

Eclipse never tells him what she's dreaming about. Any attempt only causes tears to well up and she chokes, despite her efforts to hide it. 

There was one time though, one time Guzma couldn't explain. Eclipse was fidgeting during another nightmare and he reached over and tried to shake her awake. Though, he froze as something flashed in front of his eyes when he touched her - a bright pair of red eyes, red-tipped black tendrils gripping… something red. It was blurry and it all happened so quickly. 

Guzma blinked and tried to reason that he was still half asleep. He shook Eclipse awake and she shot up, a hand around her throat as the noise that came from her was definitely one of terror. 

He soothes her and pulls her close, trying to calm her down from the dream. Soft whispers and rubbing her back as he presses soft kisses to her head and cheeks.  

Because of this power and her interactions with the Time Gears, Eclipse has a heightened sense of detecting sort of abnormalities in the area around her. 

Ula' Ula island has a meadow, and not too far from the meadow is the Lake of the Moone/Sunne

Eclipse senses some sort of energy radiating from this place, but she can't figure out what or why. Perhaps it's a place of worship? 

It gives her a familiar tingle, much like the same kind of energy she felt when approaching a Time Gear. 

Guzma's favorite drink is hot Tapu Cocoa. The grunts usually know to leave some for him, but sometimes they get a little greedy and end up leaving barely anything for Guzma. Of course he gives them an earful for this and sends one of them off to go pick up more. 

Because of this, Guzma keeps a pack or two of Tapu Cocoa powder (the good  shit, a better version of the instant stuff) hidden away in the kitchen for himself that the grunts won't find. 

However, a certain human disguised Pokémon still has one hell of a nose and sniffs it out late one night. She has her companion Pokémon at this point, a little Vinepede she rescued from a group of Ariados. 

"No I'm not allergic to chocolate, that's an old Pokémon's tale."

Eclipse is perched up on the counter and enjoying the hot drink when Guzma wanders in after waking up and wondering where his lovebug had gone off to so late at night. 

He catches a little bit of conversation between Eclipse and her Vinepede, but he's too tired to register that she was talking with a Pokémon of all things. She's weird, it's late, whatever. 

It was like 3 in the morning and he had woken up to an empty bed. He was worried she had been woken up by another nightmare or went to sit outside on the front steps again.

Instead, he finds her in the kitchen drinking from his hidden stash of Tapu Cocoa. He's too tired to be miffed about it, instead he just makes himself a cup and leans on the counter beside her to relax with her before they go back to bed. 

There's a little bit of small talk mixed in here and there as they sit in the kitchen.

Of course he tells her not to touch it again and they can get her some of her own from town in the morning. Or afternoon. Whenever they wake up.

Something still nags at the back of his sleepy brain about her talking so casually with her Pokémon.

The tattoos Guzma and Plumeria have are fake. 

People really think kids/teens/young adults who don't work/have no income think they can afford tattoos? 

Yeah they get some money during their alliance with the Aether Foundation, but it's mostly just enough for food and to keep some of the lights on. Something to keep Guzma and his band of misfits working for Lusamine. 

Not enough for something pricey like forearm and stomach tattoos. 

Nah, they're just make up. 

Also explains how Guz and Plumes don't have them post Sun/Moon/how they didn't have them so quickly. 

Plus tattoo removals are also costly. Money Team Skull/post disbanded Team Skull doesn't have. 

If Eclipse were to get one, she'd have it between her shoulder blades on her back. Something rarely seen and personal to herself. 

Eclipse snags Guzma's jacket any chance she can get. It's baggy and comfortable! 

It smells like him too. Eclipse is big on scents. 

Like really big on scents.

Sometimes the boss catches her with her nose buried in that scarf of her’s. 

The jacket is cozy and comfortable and any time Guzma doesn't have it, it's probably on Eclipse. 

The first time she snatched it was when he left it on the throne while he bathed. He went to bed without it and Eclipse snatched it before joining him. He woke up in the morning to see her wearing it and he was in reluctant awe. 

She did look… a little cute in it. Just a little.

She's an absolute fucking brat about giving it back; offers to give it back for a kiss, asks what he's gunna do about it, dares him to take it from her himself, etc. 

They scuffle for it, and that usually ends up with Guz on top of her. 

Leering down at her while she's got her fingers around that gold chain, gently tugging him down for a kiss. 

“Give it back.”

“Gunna have to get it off me yourself~”

MMMMM Chin Scragglies

Guz sometimes doesn't shave off all his stubble on his face. He leaves a little bin on his chin and it that doesn't leave Eclipse swooning a bit.

She loves it when he hugs her from behind and he nuzzles into the crook of her shoulder and her neck or leaves kisses on her shoulder (or bites on her neck)

The scratching tickles a bit and she just loves it.

He does the little tickle nuzzle thing on purpose to make her laugh.

Eclipse can take Guzma's jacket, but she's a total hypocrite and she doesn't let anyone touch her scarf. 

Clearly this scarf means a lot to her, but she never says just why. She's pretty tight lipped about it, not even Guzma knows why for a while. 

Once she lost it somewhere in the shady house and nearly had a breakdown over it. Guzma was pretty worried to find Eclipse making an even bigger mess of his bedroom trying to find the damn thing. 

She was on the verge of tears at that point and snapped at him and the grunts that she needed that scarf back. 

One of the grunts eventually finds it and if Eclipse didn't damn near take their hand with her when she snatched it back. 

It's like a security blanket for her, even more than the boss' jacket. It's hers. No one is allowed to touch it, and Guzma doesn't try to wear it because it's not his style anyway. 

Eclipse takes in a little kid and her Mimikyu after the two cause a bit of trouble for a couple of the grunts. 

When the two return to Po Town after an outing, Guzma overhears a few of the grunts talking about how some bratty kid snatched Tonya's favorite apple snacks while they were walking through town. 

The convenience store in Malie City is the only place on the island that has those snacks, and it's a long walk! 

Tonya's griping and huffy about the whole thing and Guzma asks what's up. Eclipse can't help but snort a little that a kid ran by and swiped her snacks. 

After some explaining, they find out there's some kid that's been stealing food and other things around the city with her Mimikyu. She's probably about 8 or so. 

It's been going on for a couple months now but oddly enough the kid just… vanishes before she can be caught. 

During an outing to Malie City for some groceries for the shady house, one of Eclipse's bags is snatched by a kid and her Mimikyu. Guzma goes to yell after her, but Eclipse recognizes it instantly. 

The kid is a Zorua. 

Eclipse warns him to not chew her out and the two go after her. Just like before, the kid and her Pokémon are just gone. 

She sniffs them out though, and the pair are found munching on their freshly stolen goods. Seems they've been living off what food they can steal. 

The girl's name is Mimi and the Mimikyu's name is Mimsy.

Quotes: 

Eclipse: 

"I know they say time heals all wounds, but…why do I still feel like I'm bleeding out?"

"Yeah I said I had fought gods. I never said I won. Well- er, I didn't win all the fights, but I won some!" 

(To a Stakataka, probably) "Square up, you stack of shit!"

"Sorry, I'm too busy. Got stuff to do." (Guzma, either in the background or beside her) "I'm stuff."

"Reckless, crazy bitch - what's the difference?" 

"Not trying to belittle your dumbfuckery, but I've done worse." 

"I'd like to make it clear to everyone present that I am severely unmedicated, so if you have a problem take it up with my fucking therapist." 

"I'm measuring the difference between jack shit and fuck all!" 

Guzma: 

"You fuck with any grunt on Team Skull, you fuck with me."

"Yeah, some of them might be idiots, but they're my idiots."

"No, Plumes got custody of (grunt name here) that weekend. How it works around here." 

"Legal? Yeah, it's a hundred percent legal! …ish." 

"I'm your favorite idiot, huh?" 

"I know if I wanted a kiss I just had to ask, but I'm tryin' to be cute. Can't blame ya boy for tryin', can you?" 

"Aight Eclipse, I know you got my jacket. Where you hidin'?"

"Hey, I see you eyeballin' my jacket all the time. I know you want it." 

"I swear I can't take you anywhere without you gettin' into some sort of trouble! I'm this close to puttin' your ass on a leash! …. No, no, wipe that smirk off your face, you damn demon." 

Random BS: 

Eclipse would be one to scroll for hours on end on social media. Quotes specific vines and tiktoks when the chance presents itself. She doesn't have a phone though so-

It's the grunts fault, mostly. 

The team plays Mario Kart on the dingy old TV in the downstairs living quarters. Eclipse is shit at it at first, but she manages to learn pretty quick and woops everyone's ass at it. 

Only other person who can match her is Plumeria. 

Butts - Guzma gropes, Eclipse slaps. It's a little back and forth they have going on after a while. 

If Eclipse and Guzma were to play Animal Crossing, they would share a single save file. Guzma catches the bugs and Eclipse does literally everything else. 

I promise I'll get the normal Guzma headcanons out at some point, I went to pull some headcanons from this list and it was all down hill from there, sorry-

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hii have you watched the new owl house episode? And if you have do you have any thoughts about how Belos was growing what looks like an adult not-witch grimwalker version of Caleb? (if you look closely the ears are rounded) And how Belos's first thought about who to possess when returning to the demon realm was that grimwalker rather than like, literally anyone else

(idk if he'd known about the people turning to puppets plus he's shown before that he can possess more than just humans/witches)

I am having THOUGHTS and other than Raine Belos has shown a HUGE preference in possessing Caleb-shaped people. Like his love for Caleb has gotten so twisted and possessive that he's literally possessing him.

yeah! i actually saw it after it leaked and have been impatiently sitting on it trying not to forget and let spoilers slip in public or in conversations with friends who hadn't seen it yet, lmao. so i'm glad it's finally out!

i'm not sure about all the "oh the ears were round, oh maybe not a witch" stuff! i haven't seen a lot of screenshots or closely watched that part enough to see it myself so i haven't really formed much of an opinion. i'm kind of inclined to think that this one was being grown like all of the other grimwalkers, and clearly already looked decayed + began actively dissolving when Philip possessed it, so, you know, not 100% sure if that's intentional or just a quick frame of a head leaving the ground and then melting where the ears looked rounded because they'd already started losing definition or just an animation mistake.

when it comes to who/what Philip can possess, i do have a theory/opinion... i don't think he's able to possess like, living organic beings. i think they have to be inanimate or in some way dead. i think Hunter might count as both due to being a necromantic wood revenant animated by forbidden magic, the grimwalker he possessed there was clearly already in rough shape (kinda looked like the poor guy died trying to claw his way out of the birth grave...), both of the animals we saw him possess in the human realm were dead already, and Raine was an inanimate puppet...

so there's a definite pattern there. i feel like he may have passed Odalia over not simply out of preference but also because he literally couldn't possess her, because she was alive and organic and not a construct of any sort.

i do think that him being so willing to use and discard his Caleb clones is telling about his view of Caleb - the grimwalkers, and by extension Caleb, just exist for him to possess and use how he pleases, without regard for their feelings or experience. however i also kind of suspect that him going for them was more out of convenience than anything.

it does seem like there may be limitations on who/what he can possess, for starters, and he was in a very weak state. he might not have felt confident in his ability to face down a grown witch and take their body over by force. however, he knew he had a secret little build-a-boy workshop and hoped there might be one left, since i guess he grows them in batches?

so definitely those scenes communicate some stuff about how he views the grimwalkers, and also tells us a lot about his mental state with the whole. you know. vengeful disapproving Caleb ghost and miscellaneous grimwalker ghosts. but i think there are also just very practical reasons why he would have gone for his little laboratory there first vs tried to drag his melting body to civilization and ganked a witch's body.

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