#willows anons

[matchandelure]

if it is not too much trouble . a humble atsushi perhaps

:D

[silverliing]

i have an art prompt: imagine lesbyler at senior prom!!

(thank you for drawing lesbyler im fucking obsessed)

Class of ‘89 let’s go!

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[stbot]

tanthamore + small touches

(bonus bc kit is totally reaching out for jade’s arm but they cut away 😩)

[caffstrink]

T4t huntlow so real etc etc

[midnights-dragon]

IF THEY WERE DATING THEY (the creators) WOULD'VE BEEN CLEAR ABOUT IT

Here’s some crew stuff!!

Art (all by creators) with some brief explanations-

In reference to the original ship name, Winter:

In reference to Howl’s Moving Castle and Sophie/Howl:

This one is up for interpretation since hand holding can be either platonic or romantic, but I do want to note that PINKIE holding (as they did in FTF) is a symbol of love -

Other -

Some more stuff/crew evidence:

Dana’s reaction when asked about Huntlow in a livestream (she put her hand over her mouth and didn’t speak for several minutes) -

more

[mommyclaws]

mm id love to hear about mousefur or willowpelt

Mousefur already has a pretty solid personality and role, I didn’t have much to change about her, so I’ll do Willowpelt! I like what I’ve done with her so far :]

I always found it interesting how Graypaw was much more relaxed on befriending and chatting with a kittypet compared to the other apprentices. (The only other one that was “friendly” being Ravenpaw, who was too busy being scared his mentor would kill him 😭) So I thought I’d use his mom to explore that a bit! I wanted some diversity on how cats think, raise their kits, and what they believe.

Willowpelt gives birth to Graykit during a period of famine in Thunderclan. Because their numbers are so big compared to the other clans, a harsh winter was all it took. The forest simply couldn’t sustain all of their population. Many cats starved, but notably her close friends, like Robinwing and Patchpelt, as well as Graykit’s father, Fuzzypelt. (I’ve switched some family trees around- Fuzzypelt as Gray’s father just makes sense to me) She takes the losses hard and it really changed her perspective on things. She starts to see border shuffles and infighting between clans as trivial. There’s a reason Starclan hides the moons when they fight at gatherings, isn’t there?

The biggest threat to the clans isn’t eachother, it’s surviving in the wild. Though not many agree with her sentiment, she’s pretty open and vocal about wishing the clans would work together and her priorities are always on her clan’s wellbeing instead of battle. She believes that if clan relations were better and not everything was about pride, Thunderclan might have been able to reach out to the other clans during the famine and asked for their help. Then maybe, so many wouldn’t have died… Bluestar was her mentor here as well, she actually got a bit of this ideology during her apprenticeship. So Willowpelt taught Graypaw to be open-minded from a young age. He’s always had very little hostility for outsiders and the other clans. She was surprised about his relationship with Silverstream, but she absolutely defended and supported him.

I genuinely think she would have left Thunderclan with him and joined Riverclan with her grandkits, but I haven’t quite decided where Sorrel, Rain, and Soot, are in this timeline- or if they're even hers. I don’t think she’d be able leave if she was already caring for them. But either way, after the initial surprise of the reveal, Willowpelt supported her son entirely.

[sleepingdeath-light]

How about hexsquad (separately) reacting to reader flinching because of them? Like full on head cover n stuff

-Eclipse Anon

As this is relatively short and sweet, I decided to just pop my thoughts in here rather than making an entirely separate post. The cause for the reader being afraid or flinching away is left pretty ambiguous, so feel free to interpret the lead up however you want.

Thoughts under the cut!

Amity Blight

she’d feel absolutely terrible and so ashamed of herself for the fact that you felt the need to protect yourself from her. amity would never hurt you and she thought you knew that — but clearly she was wrong. she’ll stop whatever it is she’s doing and will immediately tear up and start apologising, practically sobbing when she decides to walk away. she doesn’t want to scare you any further so she’ll remove herself from the situation until you’re ready to talk to her — but she may never forgive herself for making you fear her. she feels like her mother and she hates it.

Gus Porter

he has no idea how to react to you flinching away from him because nobody has ever been that scared around him before. and the fact that it’s happening with you makes him feel a thousand times worse. gus stumbles over his words and his feet as he rushes to comfort you and apologise, promising to never do what scared you again for as long as he lived — just please look at him. does a lot of work to make sure this never happens again, but carries the guilt of it around with him for a long time afterwards.

Hunter Wittebane

he’ll freeze on the spot when he sees you cowering away from him and flinching away from his touch — you look so much like he did back when he was under his uncle’s control. and that breaks his heart. he doesn’t know what to say to make it better and he feels so disgusted with himself that he can’t comprehend it. he’d probably end up fetching darius or a friend to comfort you whilst removing himself — but i don’t think this is something he’d be able to recover from any time soon.

Luz Noceda

she’ll immediately stop what she’s doing and go to comfort you. she’s fearful and apologising, repeating that she never meant to scare you and that she’d never hurt you — not in a billion years. luz is so gentle with you whilst she’s trying to calm you down from your fear, in her faint touches and shaky but loving voice, and she’s successful. she talks you down and you two have a conversation about boundaries and concerns so you never have to experience this again.

Willow Park

she knows that she can be intimidating sometimes, but she never thought that there was even a possibility of you being afraid of her — which was clearly a miscalculation on her end. her immediate response is to stop talking and assess the situation before going to comfort you. willow coaxes you into looking at her so she can apologise properly and she’ll ask if you want to talk about it. but either way she’s as patient as ever and accepts her part in your response with guilt and grace.

[willows-arts]

jingluo admiring flowers?

Jing Yuan got his favorites

[that-one-raccoon]

If you're taking art requests, could you draw Willow petting Harpy Hunter?😊 I love your design for him!!

Headpats and preenings

Hello, Anon! I’m really sorry for taking so long, I really wanted to make this look nice for you. To answer your question, yes, I am taking art requests and will gladly do so! And, to make up for taking so long, have some extra Huntlow/Winter:

[matchandelure]

for the doodles, i'd love to see fyodor and/or sigma (bsd) in your style!! thank you :D

i hope you (continue?) to enjoy art in the future

sigma!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Which Hexside Members would love or be terrified by Santa Claus?

Luz - Loves.

Amity - Terrified.

Willow - Loves.

Gus - LOVES.

Hunter - TERRIFIED.

Vee - Kinda loves but also kind of terrified.

[willowser]

i think bkg would actually be so good at coaxing….. deep sexy gravelly drawl of his voice….. oh my god. when he mumbles and coos at you??? i’m dead. and i think not even in the nsfw context explicitly. even just if ure overwhelmed and have pent up frustrations that you can’t cry out, he’s soooo good coaxing it out and helping u through it after that when he babies you. this man is so fine

[avatarmerida]

Hypothetically. How do you think willows dads would react to meeting hunter (either before they get together or after) 👀

They had been on two dates. Well, two official certified dates. Hunter wasn’t sure what counted as a date. Was it anytime they were alone together? What about double dates? Did it have to be for a certain amount of time? Did certain activities not qualify?

But Willow referred to it as “going out” and “dating”, which made him think of a endless date. So he treated every encounter like it was a date, just in case.

In his research, he found common things that often composed a successful date: the way you greeted each other, the way you said goodnight, the amount of eye contact you maintain were all important factors. So, he made sure that every time he saw Willow, he greeted her with a gift. The books suggested flowers, which Willow adored of course, but he didn’t want it to get boring so sometime it was flowers and other times it was patch or a hair clip or a drawing of a wolf.

Willow tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t try very hard because she did love being showered in gifts. Hunter thought it was more than a fair trade, because no matter what gift he gave her she reacted as though he had given her the moon. She would show everyone and gush about how sweet her boyfriend was and Hunter surely would get the moon of he could hear her say that everyday.

Hunter had never been a boyfriend before, and wanted to ensure he was doing his absolute best. He composed a list of steps and topics that usually arose in a relationship and would check off each step as they want no matter how small, tracking their progress.

There was one in particular he kept putting off.

So that’s how he found himself at Willow’s door, more dressed up than he had ever been in his life. He had let Darius take control, picking out his outfit and styling his hair to ensure he was the spitting image of a perfect boyfriend. He stood at the door for what felt like ages, begging his arm to raise so he could knock and announce his presence. But he was frozen, realizing that right now was the last time he could imagine what it be like. Soon he would know, and according to all the books this could make or break their relationship.

He didn’t need to knock on the door as Willow soon swung it open dramatically, delighted to see him.

“I thought I saw you out here,” she giggled. “Were you trying to scare me or did you come all the way here just to stare at my front door?”

“Oh, no! No, of course not I uh well these are for you,” he said first and foremost, handing her the small bouquet. “I just uh... was stopping because well uh...do you remember the other day when we were talking about things that people do when they’re... uh romantically involved?”

“I do,” she said. She has stopped correcting him to call it “dating’’ as his terminology had really grown on her. She was a fairly big fan of him saying something was romantic.

“Well there was one at the end that really stood out to me, and I said that I didn’t know if I was ready but... I am now.”

Willow’s eyes lit up. “Are you... are you sure?” She asked, excitement swirled her voice. She tried not to let it show too much to ensure he gave her an honest answer, but she couldn’t helped but be biased right now.

Hunter nodded. “I don’t know if I’ll be good at it but I really like you and... I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kind of looking forward to it. It kind of make me nervous but I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Like... a lot.”

“Well I really like you too.” She said, playing with her braid. “And I’ve been thinking about it a lot too.”

“So you don’t think it’s too soon?” He asked, wiping his hands on his dress pants, her response relieving him somewhat. “Because if you’re uncomfortable I can always come back a different time and I-.”

“Right now sounds perfect.”

Hunter gave her a big dopey grin and took a small step forward. Willow looked up at him breathlessly, she moved the flowers she held to her side so they wouldn’t get crushed as the space between them lessened. She was thankful Hunter looked just as flustered as she imagined she did, standing so close together. But she loved it. She gently placed her free hand on his cheek and closed her eye as she brought herself onto her tip toes to kiss him. She moved slowly as to not crash into him, but it felt almost impossible.

She could tell Hunter seemed taken back at first, she heard him inhale sharply through his nose as though he had forgotten how to breath. But soon enough his tenseness left him and he bent down a tad so it was easier to kiss him. He placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself before placing it on her jawline to mirror her.

“Well, that’s one way to answer the door I suppose,” came a voice from behind them.

Hunter instantly broke away, taking a grand step back as Willow turned around to see her fathers standing in the doorway. Their arms were crossed as they normally were when she was in trouble, but they faces didn’t hold the usual disapproval.

“Dad! Papa! What are you-.”

“We’re answering the door,” replied Harvey with a littler smirk. “But it looks like you beat us to it. This must be the famous Hunter I take it?”

“Oh well I sure hope so,” laughed Gilbert, jabbing his husband in the ribs who offered a chuckle.

Hunter looked utterly modified, Willow had never seen his face so red. She was worried he might pass out for a second.

“N-nice to meet you sirs,” said Hunter loudly, looking like a lost baby deer, as he stuck his hand out to greet them. They both shook his hand as Willow stood between them slightly confused. Hunter looked like he was sour to pass out.

“Nice to officially meet you too, son,” said Harvey. “We were so glad to have gotten your message, we have many questions.”

“I’m sure I’ll be happy to answer all of them!”

“We’ll see about that,” said Gilbert in a low voice before heading back inside.

“Luckily we have all night to take about your relationship with our daughter.” added Harvey as he walked inside as well, trying not to burst into laughter as he took the flowers from Willow. “I’ll put these in some water for you dear.”

Willow walked back to Hunter who finally managed to exhale when her dads were out of sight.

“So... when you said you were nervous about something, you were talking about... meeting my dads?”

Hunter nodded.

“Oh, so when you were leaning in, you were-.”

“-ringing the doorbell,” he finished. “The books all say it’s proper etiquette.”

“Oh,” said Willow remembering now that they had talked about that too, but she had brought up their first kiss many times, mostly to see how red the tips of his ears got. She thought her not so subtle hints had worked. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh no no no no please don’t be sorry!” Said Hunter frantically. “That was the total opposite of sorry! It was great! I mean, I’m uh... t-thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said shyly. “Well, hope you don’t mind reaching two milestones in one night.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a head of schedule,” he laughed, erasing her embarrassment.

“Yeah, I guess that means we can move the engagement up.”

Hunter looked as though he was going to explode. “What?”

“Oh no no no I’m joking, I’m joking,” assured Willow, as she took his hands in hers and held them tightly. “Do not mention that to them!”

“Well now it’s all I can think about!” Hunter spiraled as he started to sweat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Willow repeated. “Just pretend I didn’t say anything!”

“Am I just supposed to pretend like I don’t wanna marry you?” Hunter shut his mouth as soon as the words left. His mind raced with how to recover but he could not find a way. The only way out now was to die on their doorstep, but he didn’t want to be such an inconvenience. “I mean... I don’t not want to-.”

“Now who’s the one skipping steps?” she laughed and he joined her, taking a deep breath and calming down. “How about you start with telling them how awesome I am? They’ll like that, they’ll probably take credit for that.”

“Literally all my talking points revolve around that.”

“Good,” she smiled. “I mean, first impressions aren’t everything, right? The first time we met, I dragged you out the sky with a vine and look at us now! This was just a cute misunderstanding. This will just be a funny story they can tell at our wedding.”

“Okay, I just stopped thinking about it and now it’s back again,” groaned Hunter. Willow giggled and apologized, but he could tell she wasn’t really all that sorry. She took his hand and went to lead him inside but he pulled her back gently.

“Hey wait, uh do you think we could maybe... do it again?” Hunter asked bashfully “Ya know, just because I wasn’t prepared to the first time and I want to be... I mean I don’t want you to think... but I think it would be nice if-.”

“Of course,” Willow responded, standing back in front of him. She closed her eyes and waited, allowing him to set the pace this time. He placed his hands on the side of her face, remembering once she had done that to him claiming she could hold the whole world in her hands. It felt right, it felt terrifying and delicate and wonderful, but most of all it felt right.

Hunter gulped and took a deep breath before carefully and slowly leaning down to her. She was trying not to smile but a small smile still shone in her pursed lips.

Before he could meet her lips, a loud cough from behind her stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked up in horror to see her dads had returned to the scene, most likely to see what was taking them so long. Hunter was frozen with his hand still on the sides of Willow’s face whose eyes had also opened wide in horror.

“Will you two be joining us for dinner or would you like us to reschedule around a time that works better for you and your kissing calendar?”

[rocksandmirrors]

Darius will try to bully gus for his horrible taste in men

But gus just always gestures to Alador or does a very accurate illusion of him and Darius just groans and tells him to shut up

Darius will lay awake sometimes like- he knows. He knows he can do a lot better. At the very least he can get someone who knows what soap is.

AND YET STILL

Gus, Willow, and Darius like wet socks for partners I swear-

But at least Hunter usually showers!!! Usually!!!!! He was on the run tho and didn’t have a choice but he normally pretty clean!!!!!!!!!

-🔮

REAL

Hunter has a glow-up once he hits 20, although he still dresses like shit. Matt and Alador tho?? it's too late for them

[justarandomart]

omg could you draw luz amity willow and gus hugging hunter?

GROUP HUG!