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zeonsbane · 2 years

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Ok so like, I was thinking about Flapjack sacrificing himself to save Hunter. And of course it’s tragic and def made me ugly sob for like an hour, but when you think about it, it’s kind of beautiful.

Hunters choice to leave the Emperors Coven, was pretty much entirely caused by Flapjack.

Flapjack was the reason Hunter and Luz initially met and became friends (yes they met before but strictly as adversaries). Which planted the seeds of doubt in Hunters brain that he was on the wrong side.

Flapjack made Amity run into Hunter, capture him, and ultimately explain her story to him. Through Amity, he heard for the first time that you shouldn’t have to prove your worth to people.

Flapjack was the reason Hunter met Willow and Gus and befriended them, as Flapjack allowed and encouraged Hunter to play flyer derby. Willow and Gus reinforced Amity’s words with their actions and showed him what actual friendship was like and what being a normal teenager was supposed to be like.

And Hunters biggest insecurity was that he was only alive because the Emperor wanted him to be. He was a grimwalker, and he hated it. But Flapjacks sacrifice brought him back to life.

He’s no longer alive because of the emporer, he’s alive because of Flapjack. He is no longer a thing Belos created, he’s a person, shaped and changed (literally, look at his eye color!!) by the people who love him.

And earlier on in the series we learn that when Palismen are sacrificed, their souls don’t die, and they essentially continue to live on inside their master. (And their master is aware that they’re there.) So why would it be any different for Flapjack and Hunter? Flapjack is just flying around hunters mindscape. Occasionally nudging him in the right direction and offering encouragement from the sidelines. He is still with Hunter.

So not only did Flapjack get Hunter set up with his found family, he made sure that even if his friends weren’t around, Hunter would never be alone again.

#toh #the owl house s3 #the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #flapjack #Hunter #I’m cry #pets are the best

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Once more

In celebration of @stardryad-random‘s beautiful fox picture, here‘s a small fanfoxtion for you all.

@scyllas-revenge @antares0606 you wanted to read this :D

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: sad!

Characters: Abrith (Little Cracker, the Fox) & Huan the Hound

He, who had been called “Huan” for so long that he barely remembered if he had ever been named anything else, froze upon seeing the flash of fiery red and warm amber amongst the lush greenery.

A dark eye, as deep as a well and as old as time, blinked open and a surprisingly fluffy tail wagged indolently as she stretched slowly and beckoned him closer.

Even though he had only ever perceived her essence, he could easily recognise his age-old friend in the slender, sly form of the glorious vixen grooming herself with meticulous care.

“You were the last creature I had expected to find here,” he admitted; back in the Blessed Lands from whence he had departed an eternity ago, he had no need of a voice anymore as there was nobody to heed it.

The slender, elegant head fell to the side and her ears twitched as she regarded him with curiosity and indulgence; she remembered his quick temperament and his steadfast loyalty as if the lives they had led far from these shores had been but a bittersweet dream.

Despite his evident confusion, she was glad to see Huan – towering over her in all his strength and glory – for his brazen courage and his true heart had always made her feel less alone.

“What do they call you now?” he asked softly within her head, their old connection strong and flawless as ever.

“Abrith,” she replied, “I was named for my colour and my vivacious intelligence.”

It was a thinly veiled jab at him having been called “Hound” for simplicity, but there was no malice in her tone or eye as she nudged him gently, relishing in the feeling of another body’s warmth radiating into her dense fur.

“What are you doing then, Abrith?” he went on questioning the motives of one he had never been able to fully understand; when he had first made her acquaintance, she had been a superior spirit of knowledge and wisdom, dispassionate and slightly haughty.

Something had changed though – he could clearly see that now – and deep grief had troubled the clear waters of her impassive sagacity to convey it a heart-wrenching depth that unsettled and alarmed him.

“I am waiting,” she replied equanimously, “as are you, Huan the Hound.”

He flinched. She knew, of course she did, and his surprise made him overlook the immense revelation she had let slip.

“What for?” The question sounded hollow and came just a second too late.

“For my friend to return,” Abrith answered without subterfuge; her blazing pain rippled in golden shimmers through her dark russet fur and made the white tip of her tail quiver.

She made no attempt to dissimulate or dismiss it either; she let it pour out – wave after wave – into the world, flattening the grass and cowing the flowers of the meadow surrounding them, while her gaze held Huan’s fearlessly.

“You?” he gasped incredulously, “Tell me about them then! Who could have tamed a being so ancient and powerful and how was it done?”

“A dwarf?” Huan was aghast at the mere idea that one of those furtive cave dwellers would have mellowed the indomitable heart of his old friend.

“Ori is…was special. You are a hunter and the fair-haired predator was given to you; I am a scholar and we’ve taught each other loyalty and friendship.”

At the mention of Tyelko, a mighty shiver ran through the dense musculature of the huge hound like a memory travelling along his nerves; he had loved that fallible, pig-headed, doomed elf more than anyone could have predicted and yet, he had left him to die in another’s service.

“Did you…did you see him die?” he asked, almost morosely, as Abrith watched him wrestle with recollections so painful they made him hunch slightly around a wound that wouldn’t heal.

The years she had spent at the side of the soft-spoken scribe contracted and compounded into a white-hot ball of agony settling deep within her chest, right where her heart was supposed to sit, and she sighed deeply as she forced herself to think of the unsatisfactory ending to a perfectly miraculous story.

“My friend, my student, my teacher,” she whispered, her voice one with the sighing of the wind, “went to a burrow into which I couldn’t follow and he’s never resurfaced from it.”

Huan whimpered as the echoes of her suffering crashed into him like invisible hail, driving him back a few steps before he could dig his claws into the soft earth underneath his solid paws.

The world seemed to crumble and shift now as old longing and ever-new grief saturated the hallowed earth like blood, turning the peaceful meadow into a swamp of treacherous quicksands where every thought and every memory might drag either one of them into insanity.

“What about yours? I heard they made quite a splash?” she chuckled softly; she needed him to keep dispelling the ghosts of loss and grief closing in and reaching for her soul with desperately brazen claws by filling the insidious silence.

“They will be back,” he said vaguely, “sooner or later, they will be re-embodied and I…failed them. I do not know whether to seek them out or not.”

“They were your family.” Her words, so self-evident but yet so compassionate, felt like a caress upon his soul in upheaval; she of course understood that he had never been a mere pet.

Intimately aware of his true nature, this spirit clad in the skin of a fox might have been one of the only ones to truly comprehend what it meant to bind oneself to a doomed creature.

Tyelko had been given to him as much as the other way around; they had been bound to one another and he was worried that this tether had been frayed and torn beyond repairing.

No matter under which circumstances they had parted, Huan still carried his absence inside of him like an aching hollow burrowed into his own flesh, throbbing and festering whenever he moved.

“Did you have a family?” he then inquired, unwilling and unable to face the idea of potentially either having to face his former ‘masters’ once more or – worse yet – to be severed from them forevermore without recourse or reprieve.

“I have never had cubs if that’s what you’re asking,” Abrith informed him proudly, “but I had Ori – who could draw so beautifully and wrote the most heartbreakingly sweet poems – and his brothers, Nori and Dori, who would never shoo me away but set out leftovers for me to feast upon, even when times were hard and food was precious.”

They had shared a colouring, a love for learning, many a meal, and almost every worthwhile thought during long years; Abrith told herself that it was more than understandable that she‘d miss that sense of complicity and trust. Especially now that she was a stranger amongst strangers, an independent spirit in a sea of perfection, once more; she felt unmoored and adrift in this blessed harbour much more than she ever had when the storms of a mortal life had knocked her about and threatened to drown her whole.

“You loved them,” Huan exclaimed in a short, hacked-off barking sound.

“No,” she smiled as no fox would ever have been able to, “I do love them even now. They fell prey to death – as those ephemeral creatures are wont to do – but I am eternal…and so is my affection for them.”

A moment of silence and then another – sweeter and more careful – smile.

“I dare say you well know what I am talking about.”

He knew exactly what she meant; he remembered each and every one of Tyelko’s brothers – their idiosyncrasies and their temper tantrums as much as the tears they had all shed into his fur at one time or another – as well as Beren and Lúthien who had been so brave and honourable that he had died to save them.

It was his curse and his blessing to ever feel their fingers, trembling with fear and sticky with blood, on his skin whenever he stood still for too long and to hear their voices, raised in song or in defiance, in the endless desert of the nightly silence.

“They are yonder,” Abrith said wistfully, “beyond our reach until the world is remade. So, I wait for it’s all I can do. I cannot forget and I shall not move on; having had and been a friend has chained me to the flesh and the soul that have been touched by his kindness. When he comes back – for there cannot be any doubt about his ultimate return – he shall find me how and where he expects me.”

As absurd as her words sounded, they made perfect sense to Huan whose heart was filled to the brim with stories, scents, and sights that were linked to nameless ghosts adrift in the abyss of oblivion.

They would come back.

“Come, dog,” Abrith chuckled, “let’s sit by the hearth of the world as is our destiny, and wait for our masters – our wards – to come home, tired, dirty, and heartsick, to sink their stiff fingers into our warm fur and find solace in the presence of a loyal friend.”

Another mournful sigh escaped her. „Let’s reminisce about the kings and paupers we saw rise and fall, let‘s spread out our grief until it‘s as thin as a veil through which we might contemplate a world reborn, let‘s sing their songs and recite their poems so that we might hear their voices once more…“

I am so sorry for making this so very sad…I guess I have not been doing well those last few days…

Either way, I love foxes…and dogs…

This is a love letter to both. I strongly recommend you go hug your pets! They love you and they remember the best of you; they truly love you and miss you when you‘re away. Give them some love!!!

Lots of love from me <3

#fanfiction #of Star‘s art #the hobbit #Ori the dwarf #the silmarillion #Huan the hound #celegorm #pets are the best #animals rock #Tw: sad animals #hurt no comfort #Arda Remade NOW #please #IDNMT writes #I am so sorry

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