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hunter would most definitely be the type to prepare romantic gestures to let willow know how much he cherishes her, and in a fit of nerve-induced doofiness, skip straight to the punchline even as willow willingly plays along with his silly routines all for her repressed dork of a boy
hunter: you don't seem to mind whenever i call you captain
willow: yeah, it's cute. i quite like it when you—
hunter: OK SWELL WILL YOU ALSO LET ME CALL YOU TONIGHT. FIGURATIVELY NOT LITERALLY The Word Tonight Refers To The Time Of Day I Would Call You And Not A Literal Name For You. Language Sure Can Be Funny Like That Can't It. yESSirEe.
#huntlow#toh hunter#toh willow#flapjack nodding on his shoulder going thats my white boy#this boy has proven that he cannot keep his mouth shut if his life depended on it#i too religiously keep updated to moringmarks comics can u tell
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im manifesting so hard for a s3 finale timeskip epilogue where Hunter and Willow perform a spell that elevates a sapling from the ground. The camera pans out, we now see that sapling is just one out of an entire grove of palisman trees. It’s the result of months of the two researching how wild magic and plant magic can restore the palisman trees that once populated the Boiling Isles. The fruit of their labor if you will.
For them, this forest is a budding reminder of how much both have grown since their show introductions. The forest is everything that goes against Belos and his 16-year rein on Hunter. (Deep down, he knows even after the Emperor’s death, it won’t be the last time he’ll have to grapple with the aftermath of his uncle’s abuse).
He’ll most definitely never escape the horrors of being the Golden Guard and the atrocities he’s committed, especially those he’d hurt as the one enforcing it all. There’s no way to undo what he’s done. The suffering he’s brought onto others is something Hunter will carry for the rest of his life, and that weighs on him even more from the moment he learned his values and beliefs as the Golden Guard didn’t stem from the benevolent rule he thought they did. But this forest is a living testament that his time moving forward can be spent building a life he couldn’t have imagined prior. Built on love and kindness. With all the time in the world to unearth the mysteries of wild magic. Surrounded by people whom he loves and who love him so much that he has no choice but to believe them when they say so. Carving out a life as Hunter, whatever and whoever that may be.
And that absolute joy, the giddy waves of childish wonder that engulf him, bring home this path he is paving for himself, that he wants to pave for himself. It’s one rife with unknowns, and that fills him with terror, warmth, anxiety, hope all at once. But he doesn’t have to face it all alone. His friends (the word is slowly becoming less of a foreign syllable as warmth and gentle voices take their place) have told him this from the very start, and for the longest time he was too stubborn to believe them, pushing away the idea that love without proving oneself useful was not one worth pursuing. Thank Titan his friends were even more stubborn and pushed harder.
He’s experienced a lifetime knowing how much power lies in a relentless cycle of control and fear (coupled with blurred boundaries on love), but he’s learned the same can be said about love and strength amplifying one another. And no one showcases that love and strength better than Captain Willow Park. Flyer derby extraordinaire. Fearless plant magic and research virtuoso. The best and brightest of the Boiling Isles.
I’m still curious if Willow will have time for another arc to her character growth for the final season, but at the very least the palisman forest is a manifestation of everything she’s learned to openly love and hold dear. She’s spent years learning to keep her head down and hearing her peers and teachers tell her nothing she did was of any value. And here is a place that proves them exactly wrong, where you can see change and life, tended and nurtured by the strength and wisdom she’s poured into it. It’s here and it’s hers (theirs).
Her strength and wisdom are built on kindness now, rather than the suppressed resentment that fueled uncontrollable bursts of power back when the world made her feel helpless. And getting there hasn’t been easy. There’s a lot of forgiveness involved and days plagued with recurring doubts on if she can trust herself to protect the people she loves so, so much. And on those days, she now knows she doesn’t have to shoulder her burdens alone. The warmth she lovingly pours into her friends and family—it’s in the form of hugs, shoulders to lean on, tender words, thinly veiled threats to anyone who dares make her friends feel small—is mirrored back to her in kind. She trusts her friends and if they trust her, then she very well damn have that same trust in herself and her decisions, mistakes and all.
It’s something that’s taken years to develop and it’s something she’s never going to stop working towards. That doesn’t bother her anymore. She’s surrounded by people who make her want to keep working towards it.
Both Hunter and Willow have grown, are still growing. And a great deal of that comes from knowing that their strength doesn’t have to come from oneself alone. They have each other. They have friends and family who got their backs every step of the way.
Gus is there, his tried n’ true human bucket in hand, ready to help water the saplings. Luz rushes forward hand-in-hand with Amity, marveling at the sight before them and asking if the trees have names yet. Flapjack trills on Hunter’s shoulder, unable to contain his delight—he thought he'd never live to see the trees that Caleb loved and cherished again. Darius and Alador wheel in an Abomination (not an Abomaton to Darius’s repeated insistence. Titan forbid anything he creates has such a hacky name attached to it. He just as vehemently rejects Luz’s suggestion to call it the Agromaton.) whose arms can transform into a variety of farming devices. Clover clears the way for Gilbert and Harvey, who bring with them a crate of apple blood juice boxes and cans of paints to decorate the shed they built for the Agromaton (“Fine,” Darius acquiesced. “We may call it… that until we find a fitting name). Lilith eagerly scribes notes on the properties of the newly sowed trees, comparing them with her research on the palisman trees of the Savage Ages. Eda and Raine unpack vials of various fertilizer samples the two predicted would most likely encourage healthy growth for the palistrom trees.
There’s a lot more room to grow. There always will be. That doesn’t take away from celebrating the steps taken together to get them here. There’s growing to do tomorrow and growth that can be found here, right at this very moment.
It’s not always visible, but it’s there. Tender yet tenacious.
#the owl house#huntlow#toh willow#toh hunter#this was supposed to be a short wishful prediction for s3#but here we are#here take this (projectiles word vomit on ur dashboard)#i just want to see palistrom trees#petition for huntlow palisman research efforts so hunter has an excuse to comfortably talk to willow#bc u damn know he's too much of a teenage loser to utter a coherent sentence around her without sweating his thoughts away#and if theres one character trait that stands a chance against being a sweaty loser in being hunters core personality#its being a sweaty nerd#let me indulge in my found family makes you a better person and you make your found family better people agenda
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when w. h. auden said “evil is unspectacular and always human” and ursula k. leguin said “this is the great treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain”
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tumblr pls i just want to post on my silly little tags so i can meet my silly little people
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