I love how Hunter from The Owl House has a black adoptive mom and a black adoptive dad who aren't a couple with his mom actually having zero romances and his dad being a canon gay femme,is the mc's who's a black girl's found brother he had a gag reference typical romance tropes as their first meeting establishing them as purely platonic for a bait and switch and adopted a lil black boy himself as his brother and pseudo-son within a day of knowing him and is authentically besties with him but everybody thinks his story was too focused on romance and didn't defy gender norms because he had a mostly implied instead of outright said love story with his other bestie who's a fat biracial girl who's potrayed as the cool popular hot girl at their school instead of a skinny rich abled white boy who had literally one interaction with him.Y'all will say anything
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Willow matters. She matters! I love her so much, because she’s the glue that holds all of the hexsquad together. She is the one shared connection! She is everyone's first friend! She’s so hard on herself but in the end she will always matter to them!
Willow is Luz’s first friend. They hit it off as soon as they met in that clearing, and Willow was Luz’s contact with all the other witches her age—especially Gus and Amity! Not only that, Willow turned the little seed in Luz’s pocket into a huge, beautiful plant. She showed Luz how magic was inside of nature in the Boiling Isles, setting her on the path to discover glyphs!
Willow was Amity’s first friend. They were best friends. Breaking up hurts Amity, and it hurts Willow. Amity changes her ways because she never wanted to be a bully in the first place. She always just wanted to be Willow’s friend. And, years after their friendship ends, Willow is Amity’s link to Luz. Luz, who helps Amity change and befriend Willow again.
Willow was Gus’ first friend. When they first met, Gus thought people only liked him for his skill in illusions. But Willow was there when he had the least control of his magic, and she kept being there. She showed Gus he mattered to someone. She gave him his confidence.
Willow was Hunter’s first friend. Before her, he had Belos abusing him, Eda and King making fun of him, none of the coven heads respecting him, Amity fighting against him. Even his team-up with Luz was reluctant. But Willow wanted him from the start. She saw a star flyer, she trusted him, she depended on him. She showed Hunter that he could find a place outside the Emperor’s coven!
Willow feels like she has to be strong to mean something. But she means so much and it’s never because she’s strong. She riles up the crowd at Eda’s petrification with just her words. She brings together the entire Hexsquad because she’s a good, kind person. Every one of them cares deeply about her. If she lost her magic tomorrow, lost all her muscle, became not-even-half-a-witch Willow, she would be just as important to every single one of them!
It’s the beauty and tragedy of her character: Willow doesn’t see how she matters.
She thinks she has to do something to have worth to her friends. Has to be strong and wise, not show weakness, be the perfect team captain. But that’s not what made her friends love her. They love her because she was the first person to love THEM for who THEY are!
One of the central themes of this show is that “us weirdos have to stick together.” And Willow? She’s the original weirdo. She brings all the kids together.
No, Willow may not see it herself yet, but oh… Willow matters.
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Hunter: *knocks Kikimora out*
Willow: “Yes! My man!”
Luz, Amity, Gus: *staring*
Willow: “Oh, we haven’t really put a label on it yet, have we?”
Hunter: “Um-”
Luz, Amity, Gus: *staring intensifies*
Willow: “Never mind. He did that!”
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Y'all wanna read something crazy
A snippet from my next fic I'm hopefully posting sometime next week.
Tw: ambiguous, murder???
The night Philip Wittebane went missing was cold.
Colder than they expected it to be. It is technically spring now, but the leftover winter chill clings to the air especially in the dark nights like this. Willow brought gloves (obviously) but they were just rubber gardening ones and they didn’t really insulate that well. His wrinkled skin seems to function as a heat sink, as she grips his wrists like a vice. Her fingertips are sure to leave marks there, permanently bruising the now-still blood.
You're welcome :)
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