#huntlow sneak peek

[stardustlyssa]

sneak peek / wip (!!!)

I’m finishing my prototype for a Hunter acrylic charm! This will be a LIMITED PREORDER for the sake of my sanity~ if you’re interested i will be organizing a sort of mailing list for when these are listed! I don’t plan to go over 100 orders due to my lack of space and resources because I am starting college again next week.

[lathrine]

pls enjoy this collection of scenes from fic im supposed to be writing

[mell0bee]

(shows up to wip wednesday 46 hours late, covered in blood) hahaha so huntlow am i right

little sneak peek at the 4th update of my ongoing post-canon toh fic! u can read the first 3 chapters here:

[cassiepoppy45]

'Scoop' - Patreon Exclusive!

My first Patreon exclusive one-shot 'Scoop' will be available at 13:00 BST today! It's a Huntlow fic (of course), and I'm sure the title will be sufficiently descriptive to give you an idea what it's about...! :D Here's a sneak peek:

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Hunter, making a few calculations, pinched his chin. This was an easily fordable body of water. The current, although fast, wasn’t strong; there didn’t seem to be any unexpected divots or invisible rocks to fall down into or to trip over. He felt confident that he could navigate the small expanse without danger or injury.

“One of us will just have to walk through,” he announced after a couple of seconds’ thought.

“Great,” Luz snorted sarcastically. “And what about the rest of us?”

“I’ll carry you all. One at a time.” He tested the height of the water by slowly submerging his booted foot until he found the bottom. It only came up to his ankle and, although it was undoubtedly deeper in the middle, he felt certain at no point would it come close to the top of his footwear.

Luz was laughing as she watched him make his experiments. “That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous. It makes sense to have only one of us get wet. It’s not far. And I’ve got the best shoes. Well, apart from Gus. But I think I’d be the better choice.”

“I reckon I could jump it.”

“You definitely can’t, Luz.”

“Please don’t even try,” Amity added quickly, perhaps knowing that Hunter’s blank denial was only likely to encourage Luz in her mad idea. “You could slip and hurt yourself. Besides, it really is quite far to the other side.”

Although Luz very rarely listened to Hunter, she was attentive to her girlfriend’s reasonableness.

“Well, alright,” Luz huffed. “But that doesn’t mean that Hunter’s idea is the best one. I mean, we could just walk downhill a bit, try to find a shallower part or a narrower part.”

“You’re more likely to find a narrower part higher up,” he corrected.

“Nyeh nyeh nyeh-nyeh…” She rolled her eyes. “The point still stands.”

“That’ll take time.”

“We have plenty of time!”

“And might not be successful.”

“We’ll never know if we don’t try.”

“Guys…” Vee interjected quietly. “We’re just wasting time.”

“Good point.” Hunter put the book he was carrying safely into a pocket and then, marching up to Luz, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her off of her feet, tucked into his side, the way he would carry a sack of throatatoes.

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For those of you who have been supporting me on AO3, never fear! A new one-shot will also be published today in which Amity offers her support helping Hunter through a tough time. (Kinda like you've all been supporting me with your comments and kudos and views - I'm truly appreciative, thank you all so much!!)

[smallpapers]

Damn you’re fast! This art is incredible 😍

Thank you so much anon!! I’m just running on brainrot and delusions hohoho

Here’s a special WIP sneak peek thingy under the cut for my next huntlow drawing, it’s my WAD tribute piece :’)

[auralucariogamer]

Huntlow x Pokemon SV Fanfic Announcement!

That's right! You heard it right! This upcoming fall, be prepared for amazing fantasy adventure both Hunter and Willow are going to experience. I'm currently in the works for a Huntlow/Pokemon SV fanfic series!

Introducing..."Witches in Paldea." A Huntlow crossover fanfic taking place in the wide region of Paldea, Hunter and Willow get sent to the world of Pokemon where they become Pokemon Trainers and make fellow friends, both human and Pokemon.

With learning experiences, funny moments, and even romance joining into play, join Hunter, Willow and their new friends, Florian, Nemona, Arven, and Penny looking for their greatest treasure.

Stay tuned for more details (maybe sneak peeks) including a release date.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Huntlow Christmas Snippets

So the original plan was to have this human realm series finished and posted in time for Christmas, but then a whole bunch of stressful life stuff got in the way, so for now, please enjoy this little Christmas themed huntlow snippet! Happy Christmas, Huntlow Fam! 💛💚

Sneak Peek from Being Human | Chapter Eight: Winter's Waltz

The living room is a war zone of ribbons and wrapping paper as everyone tears into their presents, getting distracted halfway through when Camila puts on her favorite Christmas music and Luz endeavors to turn the evening into Grom Part 2, sweeping into a low bow and asking a giggling, blushing Amity to dance. Hunter is so swept up in the mayhem of watching the two of them laugh and spin one another in the glimmer of the Christmas lights, he almost doesn't register the Willow-shaped silhouette hovering next to him, offering him her hand.  "May I have this dance?" she asks, fairy lights glinting off the lenses of her glasses, igniting them in a golden glow. "Oh, uh— yeah. Yes. Absolutely," he stutters, barely a moment to stagger to his feet before he's swept away in Willow's arms.  Hunter has never danced in his entire life, but Willow is a marvelous lead, the comforting weight of her hand pressed between his shoulder blades, soft plush fingers curling over the palm of his hand, heat hotter than the flames in the fireplace as she draws him closer and instructs him to place his other hand on the small of her waist. Just when he thinks he's finally got the moves down, Willow surprises him by twirling him around in a circle and then dipping him backward on the catch, safe in her strong, gentle hands as his whole world spins upside down in a blur of green and gold.  And then she's pulling him back up toward her, lips parted in a wide smile, breathless laughter rushing out of the both of them as their chests heave from the exertion, and all Hunter can think as he gazes into her bright green eyes are three simple words. Oh. Wow. Dancing. Well. Maybe those aren't the only three words he's thinking.

It's nearing midnight by the time everyone heads off to bed, shuffling off to their respective rooms with barely stifled yawns and sleepy smiles, leaving Hunter and Willow alone in the living room, sitting side by side, curled up by the fire.  Evidently they'd both had the same idea, not wanting to give the gifts they'd gotten each other in front of everyone else. Without a word, the two of them reach behind opposite sides of the tree and withdraw two packages — one wrapped up pristinely in red and gold striped paper, the other a mess of ripped green wrapping paper and far too much tape. Ever since their lessons, Hunter has developed a love for sewing, but Willow had no idea he'd gotten this good. When Willow unwraps her gift, a neatly-folded letterman jacket with the words captain stitched across the back in bold white lettering spills out onto her lap, handmade from the coziest green and gold fabric she's ever felt beneath her fingers.  Little swatches of embroidery line the lapels and the arms of the jacket — wildflowers, bumblebees, cardinals, hearts, and stars — and in the very center right over the heart, a miniature rendering of a flyer derby field complete with goals posts and green and purple flags. Willow spreads her hands over it, amazed by all the carefully crafted details. This must have taken him weeks to complete. "This is amazing, Hunter. Thank you so much, I love—" she says, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and marveling at how perfectly it fits her, gazing up at him with a radiant smile on her face, only to find him staring back at her, looking awestruck. Clutched in his hands are two different gifts she couldn't decide between — one, a hand-knitted sweater made from that same cozy yellow yarn he'd fallen in love with the first time they'd gone to the craft store together, complete with a little breast pocket for Flapjack to nap in — and two, a brand new pair of handsome leather gloves, similar enough to his old pair to provide that same level of comfort and safety to a set of scarred, sensitive hands, but different enough so that he no longer has to be reminded of Belos, of being the golden guard every time he looks down at his own hands. "I hope you like them," she says in a small voice, suddenly feeling nervous. "The cardinals along the sides there are hand-stitched. I tried to make them look as much like Flapjack as I could, but—" "They're perfect. You're perfect," he says, rushing forward to wrap her up in a hug, tucking his chin against the curve of her shoulder and breathing her in in a series of slow, steady breaths. "Merry Christmas, Hunter," she says, voice muffled as she melts into the hug, face buried in the cozy fabric of his sweater. "Merry Christmas, Willow," he says, voice almost too soft to catch over the steady crackling of the fireplace.

[skyelights-xox]

Can't stop thinking about Owl House Season and how batshit it is (by Season I'm talking about the period of time before new episodes drop, not the actual show)

Tumblr and Twitter popping the fuck off at all hours of the day. College thesis-level analysis posts on a single frame shown in a Disney commercial where TOH isn't even the focus. The breakneck speed at which fanartists post redraws of those barely visible frames. The crew posting cryptic tweets. It isn't even safe to go out during Owl House Season because something can and most likely will drop while you're out.

The most chaotic so far has to have been the one before Thanks To Them aired. The poster dropping and it ending up being the most BONKERS one we've ever gotten?? All the hairstyle and outfit changes. The gravestone implications. People joking that Flapjack standing on a gravestone was foreshadowing him dying and then being fucking RIGHT. The time everyone was convinced we were getting a scooby doo-esque chase scene in a graveyard, and the Huntlow fans were deluded into thinking Hunter and Willow were gonna get split up from the group and that's when Belos was gonna find them (this is friendly fire.) The fucking NYCC panel??????? Watching the livestream and them cutting the feed before playing the sneak peek, but leaving the audio on. The montage starting and all you could hear was music and screaming from the audience. We just did not know what the fuck was going on. Followed by people tweeting leaks only seconds after the panel ended???? Speedrunning the 5 stages of grief with every new tweet. That one asshole who dropped the screenshots of Hunter getting possessed on Twitter like 3 days out to the episode airing. Rumors of the entire episode getting leaked??? You just HAD to be there

[ahhjaydraws]

What's this? A little sneak peek of my piece for the Huntlow: Four Seasons Zine? 👀

That's right! I joined a Huntlow fanzine that will be available FOR FREE on DECEMBER 21st! Cuz you know...Winter...alternate ship name for Huntlow...December...Winter season. ❄❄❄

For more information on the Four Seasons Zine, visit @fourseasonszine.

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[witchbugs]

highlights of the toh nycc panel:

• just seeing the cast tgt was rly cool skfksld

• zeno came in wearing a golden guard mask

• alex pulled a hooty puppet out of his bag and wore it the entire time

• they showed some kind of sneak peek + a bunch of sketches that i couldn’t see bc they aren’t shown on livestream, BUT i could hear them talking and some stuff i remember hearing is “we love a halloween episode”, seeing more of gravesfield, everyone’s full outfits, etc

• they released the first six minutes of the episode (1, 2) and im not sure if it’s in the clips bc they won’t load for me rn, but there was what sounded like a halloween-y remix of the theme song

• dana would love to write a series of eda and raine at hexside

• we were robbed of full hooty backstory, but there is a subtle reference to it somewhere in s3

• a fan thanked them for an accurate animated portrayal of violin playing lmao

• raine was watching the petrification ceremony and was “very distraught”. the fan that asked said “ok i have an angst fic to write thank u”

• when ppl asked abt getting a wittebane flashback ep, wittebanes being related to the clawthornes, huntlow, and how camila would feel abt eda, cissy said “tune in next week”

• a fan used the “r u a triangle? bc ur acute” line on zeno lol

• one person’s question was just asking the crowd to give the cast a standing ovation

• there will definitely be more cool complex animation like the lumity kiss

• the cast all said eda’s “byyyyeee” as everyone left

[icefire149]

No one look at me and the 12 pages I somehow wrote before bed last night and this morning

Like the last fic, if you want to be tagged when this is eventually finished and posted just let me know!

Is it too soon to share what I'm working on next? Here's a sneak peek as a treat ~

I don't think his typing was this bad in the show, but this is funny for my own enjoyment. So please understand. <3

[ladysunamireads]

A Comparative Study in Redemption Arcs

A Comparative Study in Redemption Arcs by theprincessofdenial

“You don't trust me,” he says matter-of-factly and apropos nothing. They're both on the dishwashing duty. Actually, for some reason the Golden Guard is always on the dishwashing duty, and it's the rest of them who take turns drying the plates. It doesn't make much sense, it would be much more time-saving to just let the abominations take care of it, but apparently the Golden Guard needs to feel useful to such an extent that they've just collectively decided to humor him. “I don't.” She admits. They both know it, and it's not like there's any point in pretending they don't.

(Or: Hunter's showing a lot of symptoms, and Amity's really bad at interpreting them. But there's also a really cool, really round potato Hunter presents to Willow).

Words: 7696, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Bad but sad fics

Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Camila Noceda, Vee

Relationships: Amity Blight & Hunter | The Golden Guard, Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park, Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Vee, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Gus Porter

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, well sort of, past trauma, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hunter's a Trekkie and it's canon and it's the best thing to ever happen to me, which means Hunter writes Star Trek fanfic, and it's really bad, Comedy, Huntlow, Lumity, playing fast and loose with canon, mostly because the sneak peeks and the promo have dropped while I was writing this

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42316629

[kookies2000]

So I'm finally working on my next chapter to my Owl House Story "Dream Among Destiny and Star". Taking care of animals and working is very time consuming. But as I was writing, I was disappointed that I had to push back one of my favorite scenes. I pushed it back from chapter two to hopefully chapter three. But me being me, I wanted to share a snippet of it.

So please, enjoy a small moment of a Huntlow child with Darius.

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The yard was quiet, of course it was. This was the private garden for a reason.

Alora tip-toed her way behind her grandfather, carefully stepping over every twig and crunchy leaf. After one more leap, she peeked over the bush to see how far Darius was. He had taken another turn and he now had his back turned to her.

His shoulders and back remained slump, unlike his perfect posture he always held. He lowered his head as he approached a certain statue. This statue looked kinda familiar. Alora rubbed her green eyes and squinted. It was of a guard and not just any guard, a Golden Guard. The eight year old thought back to her lessons.

The Golden Guard was supposed to be a symbol of honor and bravery. Until the truth was revealed and it was now a symbol of death and misery. Or at least that's what Eda told her. So why was Darius looking at the statue in sorrow and respect? She may not be able to see his face but the way he kneeled down was enough to tell her there was more to the story.

Wanting a closer look, Alora ducked back behind the bush and sneaked her way like a quiet ghost mice. Or at least she tried.

"Hey!" She felt a pair of furry arms grab her from behind and drag her across the floor. She always found it fun when Eberwolf played around with her but it has it's down sides.

"Little Poppy," she was able to hear Darius call her over the sound of pebbles hitting her ears.

"Ow, ow, ow," Alora said in pain. She couldn't tell if she was in trouble and this was her punishment. Eberwolf finally flopped her down and pushed her next to her grandfather. She moaned in pain while her whole body was covered in dirt and sticks. Darius looked down at her, his green eyes shrinking in disgust. He reluctantly plucked off the sticks that were trapped in her curly hair.

"You could've brought her to me clean?" Darius gave Eberwolf a side look. Eber simply gave a playful shrug before going to his side.

"Apologies Grandfather," Alora got on her feet in a matter of seconds and dusted off any dirt she had on her shirt. Her cheeks and ears were burning from embarrassment, she wanted to run off and pretend she wasn't stalking him.

"Please, how many times have I asked of you to not call me your grandfather?" Darius rolled his eyes. He loved this princess as much as she loved pushing his buttons. Alora let a giggle escape, lightning the mood a bit.

"It suits you better than Uncle." She responded with a smile, "Of course, Doppy could be a cute nickname?"

"I would rather go with grandfather." Darius responded with a low tone. He looked back down at the ledge of the platform the statue was on. Still on his knee, Darius pulled out a gold cup and plate from his bag. He carefully placed them in front of the statue as his granddaughter watched. Alora cocked her head to the side, trying to piece the pieces together. She slowly looked up at the statue of the Golden Guard and studied all the features. She's seen pictures of many Golden Guards in her library but they never had much information besides the fact that they were all right hand men to Belos, only to die in his cold hands. But from the way her father always reacted with fear at just the mention of The Golden Guard, the way her mother would try to calm him down or the way Uncle Gus or Mat tried to silence her whenever she tried to ask, it was all too much. If just the mention of The Golden Guard was so horrible, why was Darius kneeling down to him.

She looked back at him and gasped when she noticed his head was hung low. He was clearly trying to hide his emotions from her but his quivering shoulders gave it away. Eberwolf sat right at his side while holding a kettle. The leader of the Beast Coven looked up to her with eye's that had a mix of sadness and caring. Alora softens at the sight of her beast uncle's sad expression. They always had those puppy eyes that she loved and seeing them so depressed broke her heart. The beast gently reached his hand out with the kettle. The princess looked at him with an expression that could only be read as confusion. Eberwolf titled their head towards the cup Darius had placed as a hint. Aloras eyes widened when she noticed what Eberwolf wanted her to do. She took a step closer to them and reached her hand out. She clumsily took the kettle causing a chuckle from Eberwolf. Alora gave a nervous smile when she realised the kettle was much heavier than she anticipated. She slowly placed the kettle over the cup and tried her best to get a good grip. She had no idea if she had to hold the long thing that came out of the front or not. Was she supposed to grab onto the handle? What was even in this thing?

The sound of metal clattering interrupted the peaceful silence the graveyard naturally held. She swore everyone at the castle could hear this or at the very least someone was gonna wake up from the grave and tell her to shut it. She tipped the kettle over and sighed in relief when she noticed red liquid was pouring out. That is until she realised she was completely missing the cup entirely.

"Oh no." Alroa whispered in a panic. Thankfully she felt a pair of hands blanket over her small ones. Her grandfather helped her steady the kettle and moved it so the drink could pour inside the cup.

"There." Darius titled the kettle back up when the cup was half full. Alora sighed in relief that he didn't seem disappointed with her. But she did feel a small drop of water land on her shoulder. Before she could look up, Darius took the kettle and placed it on the ground. He pulled out more items from his bag, one being a handkerchief to wipe away what he had in his eyes.

"Grandfather?" Alora hesitated to ask what was on her mind. She fiddles with her fingers, trying to figure out what to say. Was this a bad time to ask him? He seemed too upset to talk. But she wanted, no, she had to know why this Golden Guard was so important.

"I wanted to ask- ask something kinda weird. Not weird, just…… you don't have to tell me but-but- who's……"

"You may have your mothers wit but you are as much of a chatterbox as your father." Darius let a small smile form as he placed some food on the plate. Alora sighed in disappointment from her actions. She kicked some non existing rocks as she tried to find the right words.

"Who's he?" Alora finally spat it out.

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I can't wait to share the full scene because belive me, I made myself cry with the draft. In summery, it's gonna be a flashback to Darius past. I know we all see Darius as Hunter's father, his guid and someone who can help him. But we sometimes forget he has a story to tell as well. He got his leadership from somewhere, he is a rebel for a reason, and he met Eberwolf and Raine and grew a connection with them. He has a lot to his story and I'll be darn with myself if I don't write it!!!

[hunt4tlow]

Ok my dear 30 followers, you get a sneak peek of my huntlow tangled au, here’s willow as eugene :)))

(Don’t rb, I wanna wait for them to be a set!)

[auralucariogamer]

Witches in Paldea Sneak Peek

My new Pokemon SV x Huntlow fanfic is releasing this upcoming Friday! To help with some anticipation, here's a little sneak peek snippet for an upcoming chapter that's in development:

Let me know of what you think of this snippet and stay tuned for the release of Witches in Paldea: Friday, October 4! It will be cross-posted between both AO3 and FF.Net.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Seven Sentence Sunday

technically it’s Monday now but shhhhh

also technically I did eight sentences but also shhhhh

Thank you for the tag @tails89 <3

A snippet from the fic I’m currently working on. Just a few more scenes until it’s finished! Hoping to have it posted a little later this week!

It wouldn't be fair to say that Caleb, Jasper, and William hinder their efforts, but they're not exactly focused on the task at hand either, all three of them utterly enchanted by Willow, spending the majority of their trips down memory lane following her around with hearts in their eyes, tripping over themselves to impress her.

Caleb picks her a bouquet of pretty flowers from one of the other Grimwalker's memories, fastens it into a crown, and places it atop Willow's head, lovingly tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear as he beams down at her and says, "A queen should never be without her crown."

Jasper, on the other hand, expresses his admiration by continually trying to show off his strength and skill, regaling her with spirited tales of his many perilous, daring, and death-defying adventures with Darius, and offering to bridal-carry her across any even remotely muddy or dirty pathway.

William woos her with his words, reciting flowery poetry about how her eyes sparkle like emeralds and her hair is like the midnight sky, how he could happily lose himself tracing star patterns in the freckles that dapple the bridge of her nose.

Meanwhile the inner Hunter trudges along at the back of the queue looking like he's just sucked on a lemon. Gus does his best not to laugh, not wanting to come off as insensitive, it's just…for a genius teen prodigy, it's amazing how utterly dense Hunter can be sometimes.

Of course Willow is a flustered, giggling mess, blushing so hard she's practically glowing red — anyone would be, if they too were surrounded by three versions of the guy they've been head over heels stupid for for the past year, dark red eyes identical to Hunter's gazing at her in smitten adoration, voices that sound just like Hunter's flirting and impressing and romancing her. And all the while, Willow's gaze keeps flitting back to him, to her Hunter, willing him to look her way.