Since it went well for the major players of Amphibia, let's try with which tracks from Owl House would the heroic supporting players on Amphibia be in with Wally, Loggle, Mrs. Croaker, Ivy, Maddie, Felicia, Stumpy, Toadstool, Toadie, Olivia, and Yunan?
Wally: bard coven since he plays the accordion.
Loggle: construction coven specializing in statues and in the use of wood.
Mrs. Croaker: Not sure. Maybe beast coven because of her spider, Archie?
Ivy: no idea. I’ll go with abominations since she’d probably like using them to beat things up.
Maddie: potions coven, for obvious reasons.
Felicia: maybe healing or oracle coven? Don’t really know.
Stumpy: healing coven so he can try to replace his hand.
Toadstool: whatever would help him make tons of money. Maybe plant coven so he could grow tomatoes and sell them for a massive, risk-free profit.
Toadie: healing coven. I think he’d enjoy it.
Olivia: plant coven, since apparently her family is all about taking care of the land.
Yunnan: construction coven so she could build monuments to how amazing she is.
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I'm very curious to see the results.
With only ten (10) options, I limited myself to the main cast (Anne and the Plantars), plus Sasha and Marcy and the two amphibians that were most prominent in each girl's life/story. Which left me with only one extra option if I wanted to include an Other option.
Others I would have liked to include: Wally, Mrs. Croaker, Maddie, Ivy, Lady Olivia, General Yunan, Joe Sparrow, MicroAngelo, Stumpy, Soggy Joe, Frobo, Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy (separately)...
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For an Amphibia request, how about Hop Pop, Grime, and Olivia as the girls’ mentors/found family discussing how their girls/kids have grown and such several years post canon?
Hop Pop set the tray of lemonade down with a sigh.
His joints were acting up again – something that was happening more and more often lately. He lived with it, though. After all, it made sense; his bones were growing old.
It helped that, on days like this, the joy made the pain more bearable.
The evening sun had faded into a comforting orange-blue twilight, and the sky shone with a thousand stars.
No moon, though.
After the unveiling, it took a while for the citizens of Wartwood to scatter back to their routines, each one of them wanting the recollection of their hero to last a little bit longer. The Plantars stayed until the very end, but even they had to leave, eventually.
Hop Pop had been the only Plantar that headed back home, but he wasn’t alone, for the time being. Grime, as well as Yunan and Olivia, had accompanied him to the house, where now, all four of them sat on the front porch.
Hop Pop rocked his chair gently, lost in thought and memories. He was forced to come back to Amphibia when Grime asked him, “Where’s your boy, Hopediah?”
Hop Pop blinked. “Sprig? Oh, probably getting lost somewhere or the other with Ivy. He’s been more wanderer than frog ever since – well – you know...”
The rest of the sentence hung in the air, but there was no need to complete it. His companions knew well enough what made his grandson so restless.
He could see the recognition in their faces.
Olivia laid a gentle hand on his arm. “But he’ll find his way back here, regardless.”
Hop Pop smiled, grateful. “I won’t deny that.”
“Shame I couldn’t catch him,” Grime said. “I was hoping to tell him about this continent I discovered.”
“I think Ivy beat you to that, actually,” Hop Pop chuckled. “Nothing gets by her, that one. Say, Grime, are you toads still hosting that dance party later tonight?”
Grime nodded. “Yes! It’s only right. You frogs are all invited, of course. And – er – newts.”
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Olivia informed him. “Frog knows we could use a break. The Council insists on making the celebration a grand one, and the preparations are taking ages.”
“It’s all very unnecessary,” Yunan added, twirling a knife in her hand. “At this rate, we’re missing the anniversary and celebrating a week late.”
“Oh, but what can you do?” Olivia mused, taking her wife’s hand. “The people love to remember good things. And those we’re remembering...were the best of all.”
Silence settled over them, the air suddenly weighted. Ten years had passed. Ten, long years – and still, the people of Amphibia remembered their girls, insisted on holding parties or parades or unveiling statues in their honour.
Hop Pop didn’t need these celebrations to remember, and he doubted the other three did, either. He remembered every time he glanced at the basement door, every time a moth flew overhead. Every time he used a cane or ate at Stumpy’s. Every time Sprig left the house, every time he caught him turn around, as if to say something to someone, and then deflate when no one was there.
Every time, always. Hop Pop remembered.
He took a shaky breath. “I hope they’re well.”
Yunan nodded, and Olivia smiled sadly. “As do I, Hopediah.”
Grime sighed, hunching forward in his chair; he was only ever vulnerable when they spoke about them.
“Every day,” he said in a small voice. “Every day, I hope that.”
Hop Pop patted his shoulder. “She would’ve loved your parties.”
Grime snorted. “She would’ve found twenty things to fix, then enjoyed them.” He wiped an eye; Hop Pop pretended not to notice. “Your Anne would’ve been proud.”
“And Marcy would’ve had those arrangements done in no time,” Hop Pop added, turning to Yunan and Olivia.
He was smiling, but his eyes were stinging with unshed tears. He was no stranger to grief – it was an old, good friend – and grieving the living was different than grieving the dead. Stranger, more...hopeful. Sometimes, more painful.
Still, he held the grief gently, because underneath it were memories and love and hope, were things he would not have changed for the world.
He looked up at the sky again. Full of stars, but none of them were her.
“Be well, Anne,” he whispered, regardless.
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