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Summary:

Luz was not able to save Eda from petrification. Or King. Or Lilith. During her fight with Belos, she was involuntarily ripped from the Boiling Isles, by an unknown force, and transported to Amphibia where she crashes Anne and Sasha's reunion party.

This is a story about how one person's absence from one place or appearance in another can drastically change events long foretold to happen. This is a story about how a single change can have everlasting effects on the fate of entire worlds. This is the story of the girl lost in yet another world. This is the story of Luz Noceda.

This beautifully drawn cover image was commissioned by me from the incredibly talented IncroyableDraws, based on a sketch by Dr. Neque, not only to celebrate the first Owlphibia* fanfiction to reach 500,000 words, but also to mark it as the longest Owlphibia* fanfiction on the entire internet. Well, for now ^^

Anyway, you can find the fic to read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36830089

And also, chapter 52 is out as of right now, but whatever: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36830089/chapters/172310752

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*Not including fanfictions who include more than those two fandoms

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Typical Disney TVA girl hangout

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I just love her soo much

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Yes please!

im a vessel for crossover rarepairs and NOTHING else

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"Dreams vs. Reality"

Commission for "A Lost Owl" s author Marzek for the fic's 50th chapter and 3rd anniversary.

You can read the fic here https://archiveofourown.org/works/36830089/chapters/91881067…

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"Thank you for being my granddaughter."

This beautiful piece of art was drawn by the amazing @drneque, based on my 'The Owl House'/'Amphibia'-fanfiction "A Lost Owl".

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Commission WIP sketch

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rimuru: i don't understand why you cant just marry both of them??

benimaru: tHATS A THING?? I CAN DO THAT???

rimuru: I MEAN, I CAN MAKE THAT A THING????

benimaru: OH MY GOD YOU'RE RIGHT?? YOU CAN MAKE THAT A THING???

rimuru: UH, I NOW DECLARE POLYAMEROUS MARRIAGE,, A THING?? GO GET MARRIED???

benimaru: HOOOLY SHIT, MY WIFE AND MY WIFE ARE EACH OTHER'S WIVES

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so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

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#LwiththeT

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Preview for ‘A Lost Owl’ - Chapter 37: Next

Entry 80

 People really need to stop claiming triangulation is so difficult.

Pfft.

Really, all you need are two lines and a map. And maybe Joe. Joe is a great help with really everything.

(Did I ever mention that I missed him?).

 Well, yesterday while the others were recovering after the first temple, I grabbed Joe to find out where exactly the second temple was. During my research in Newtopia, only the location of the first temple came up, and until two days ago, when we loaded the gem, I was still afraid we'd have to search for the second temple completely blind.

But NO. The gem emitted a green beam of light that pointed directly to the next temple. HOW COOL IS THAT???

So I used a map of all of Amphibia to place the gem where Wartwood was, traced the line with a pencil, grabbed Joe, flew him a good twenty minutes away, landed, and repeated the whole thing. And now we're all on our way to Mount Mutu - a place far too cold for amphibians to live on. Or even want to live on.

A completely barren landscape, entirely covered with snow. Let's hope the temple isn't buried beneath all that snow, considering the (presumably) thousands of years that have passed since the temples were built.

 Well, never mind for now. Right now, we're all flying on Joe, and it should be an estimated twenty minutes before we're landing. Oh, by 'us' this time I don't just mean me, Anne, and the Plantars. This time we also have Maddie with us, and Polly's robot Frobo, which Joe is carrying with his claws.

 You're doing great, Joe ❤️

 The couch here is currently pretty cramped with all of us on it. Before we left, however, there was a little argument between Anne and Hop Pop because originally, she didn't want to come at all. She had argued with the lack of space on here, but Hop Pop merely insisted that she come along, and she immediately caved in.

And while I am very happy to spend time with her, I can't help but see the worry and even fear in her eyes.

 She changed after the war broke out, and I am very worried about her. She is very withdrawn, and above all, more fearful. Even more so since the first temple. She is more and more scared of making mistakes and hurting those she loves. She is afraid of her powers, and what they might do to her, or what they might make her do.

The night after the temple, I heard Anne talking in her sleep. She mumbled nothing but apologies and cried. The day after, she also avoided the Plantars as much as possible. Literally. She was so afraid of hurting her family-

And I'm not even just talking about physical pain.

I know, for example, that Anne talked to Hop Pop just once about the incident with the music box, but kept quiet about it after that. She acted like everything was fine, while telling me that she was still upset with Hop Pop. And now she's even too scared to even start a discussion about literally anything... Seeing her like this hurts my heart. I hope, this temple might end up better than the last one.

 I'll write more later, we're about to land.

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Marcy closes her journal, and stows it inside her winter coat, specially brought for this trip, with some very large pockets inside, rather than in her trusty bag which, this time, she left at home. The others are similarly warmly wrapped:

Sprig wears an olive-colored down jacket along with a scarf, the end of which drags on the ground behind him whenever he walks. Polly wears an untucked, light blue hood from Marcy's coat, sewn shut so that she is warm all around. Anne is wearing her SJMS jacket and has a pink pom-pom hat on her head to go with it. Maddie, like Marcy, is wearing a winter coat, but dark gray rather than beige. For Joe, Marcy has specially crafted an oversized pom-pom hat and an extra chest warmer made while still in Newtopia, to the front of which Marcy has sewn a pocket from a potato sack that is no longer used, for Hop Pop, who can look down on the snow-white mountain landscape from there, comfortably and securely.

 "Alright Joe, take us down, but slowly.", Marcy speaks to him, who chirps in affirmation. "And eyes up guys: 10 coppers for the first one to spot the temple.", she announces with clearly exaggerated excitement.

"Uhuhu-", Polly rubs her hands together in anticipation with a mean grin on her face, "That money is as good as mine."

Sprig jumps in on Marcy's bet as well, as Hop Pop suddenly screams from his Hop Pocket backwards against the airstream. "DID SOMEONE JUST SAY MONEY?". The others aren't able to hear him though.

"I prefer to keep reading, thank you very much.", Maddie calmly replies with her book on level three freezing curses in her hands.

"Sure.", Marcy replies vocally unchanged, at least until she turns and looks at her girlfriend, "And what about you- Anne?"

"Huh?", her head snaps up in surprise, "Oh, sorry. I was... lost in thought. What was your question?"

For longer than is probably appropriate, Marcy merely glances at her, trying as best she can to read from her face what's going on in her head right now. Unfortunately, mind reading isn't exactly one of her skills, so she ultimately just sighs and rests her head on Anne's shoulder.

"Doesn't matter.", she replies. Anne doesn't dig any further.

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Production-update

Soo... 4 weeks have passed... Again.Here's an update: I'm currently having quite a bit of trouble finding the motivation to keep writing. (I have more than enough ideas, that's not the problem) As of now I've written 2.2k words, and while I've made quite a bit of progress in the last week, I can't guarantee that this will be another chapter that will take another 7 weeks total to finish. 

However, next Saturday I will publish the preview for the chapter.

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36. Tomorrow.

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Update reg. Chapter 36 ‘The First Temple’

Hey guys, I have good and not so good news regarding the next chapter: - Not so good news: Chapter 36 is not coming this week. - The slightly better news: In addition to the preview you get another teaser. And it looks like this:

'Lily Pad Thai' x 'New Wartwood'

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Production Update (Ch 36)

Hey everyone. Here's a quick Production Update on the upcoming Chapter 36: Against my hopes, the chapter won't be ready in time for Saturday, when the series finale of TOH is airing. I'm in the middle of a pretty annoying writer's block right now, and it's going to take me a little longer to finish the chapter. I'm hoping for less than 2 weeks though.

Love you guys, and thanks for your patience.

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Preview for ‘A Lost Owl’ - Chapter 36: The First Temple

Entry 77

Anne is mad at me. Or at least I hoped she would be. It's only been hours since I forced her and Sasha to fight each other-

 I had no choice.

All the negotiating had gotten me nowhere. All the concessions... It was inevitable that the conflict would escalate, and I had to minimize the casualties.

It always came down to Anne and Sasha in every scenario I could think of. They were the ones who triggered it, and it had to be them who would end it.

And after Anne and Sasha came back at the end, I tried to explain it to them again and again and apologized, and what does Anne say?

"I understand."

And then she changed the subject. Or didn't say anything at all.

I tried again after we dropped Grime and Sasha off to Captain Beatrix, but she wouldn't talk about it.

I'm writing this just after we got back to the Plantars. Anne went straight to the basement and went to sleep. She hasn’t even taken her armor off.

She also kissed me goodnight on the cheek, but it felt different. Yk, kinda-

 "Watchu writing?"

"Huh?", Marcy looks up from her journal and in front of her, on the living room couch where she has made herself comfortable, she finds Sprig sitting in front of her, glaring at her with a curious expression. "Oh, um, I'm kind of trying to recap the day. Writing usually helps... but right now I'm just worried."

"Because of what? Didn't you guys win?", he asks. Marcy closes her journal and puts it aside before answering.

"I made them fight each other to the death. And if Grime hadn't surrendered- I'm not sure Ben would have done the same... and I would have been responsible for the death of my own girlfriend."

"Do you really think they would have killed each other?", he asks. Marcy nods in response, albeit hesitantly.

"I mean, I saw the hatred in their eyes. It wasn't just about this war for either of them, it was about revenge.", she answers with certainty in her voice.

"What would Sasha want revenge for?", Sprig asks skeptically.

"Well, Anne took away a good part of her vision. And she attacked Toad Tower."

"Good points...", he admits before pausing briefly to think. "So you're worried you've screwed things up with Anne now, right?"

"I... ...", Marcy stares at him, wordlessly blinking at him for a few seconds, "Yeah."

"Okay. So, here's how I see it: Before Anne just left down to the basement, she gave you a kiss on the cheek. Is that right?", Marcy nods slightly, "I didn't get one. Polly didn't either. Nor did Hop Pop. And we're her family... Do you really think Anne would have done that if she no longer liked you?"

Marcy thinks about his words, and a small, embarrassed smile spreads across her face.

"I don't know... maybe?"

"Well, I do know. And I'm pretty sure you know, too. Even if your guilt is biting you right now.", he says confidently, "You're Anne's girlfriend, and she loves you just like you love her. I'm sure that if you sleep on it tonight, that the world will look a lot better tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sprig. You're pretty good at cheering people up, you know that?"

"Of course. After all, that's what friends do.", he replies, "But seriously, you look completely exhausted. Almost more so than Anne."

Just then, a huge yawn escapes Marcy. With a knowing look, Sprig peers at her.

"You're right. I'll finish my journal entry first, though.", Marcy insists and Sprig jumps off the couch.

"Fine. But don't take too long. You don't want to miss the party tomorrow.", at that, Marcy snaps her head at him.

"Party?", she asks confused.

"Oh, right, you and Anne dropped off Grime and Sasha...", he recalls, "Um, Chuck was here earlier and dropped off official invitations for all of us. And you and Anne are the special guests."

Marcy snorts out of her nose, "That's very short notice... Also, not very professional that the special guests are the last ones to know..."

"Well, it's not supposed to officially start until tomorrow night, so... you know... there is more than enough time to prepare.", he explains, and Marcy lifts up her diary again.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"You're welcome."

However, before she was able to write a single, further word, her own fatigue and exhaustion overwhelmed her, and her mind drifted into a quick sleep.

 Yet it was a fairly short night. For Marcy, it feels like only a few minutes have passed as she regains consciousness and slowly wakes up. But even before she opens her eyes, she notices that something is different. She gradually opens her eyes.

'Naaw', Marcy thinks to herself as she notices a blanket lying on top of her. She turns slightly and spots her favorite brown tuft of hair sitting right in front of her, right in front of the couch.

Marcy turns around a bit, catching Anne's attention, who turns to her in response.

"Good morning sleepyhead.", Anne greets her with a peck on her nose.

"What- How long have you been awake?", Marcy asks barely comprehensible and slightly confused by the smile Anne wears on her face.

"Two hours, maybe. I came upstairs when I saw you weren't sleeping next to me, and then I brought my blanket up and tossed it on you.", she replies, "And I've been watching Suspicion Island on my phone ever since... Oh, by the way, I almost forgot: Wally came by and dropped this off for you."

She hands Marcy her phone. Marcy, on the other hand, is so dumbfounded right now, she's completely at a loss for words and stares blankly at Anne.

"Now that it's no longer necessary for Toad Tower to be blown up via remote detonation, Wally has retrieved our receiving-mushroom-thingy and retrieved your phone. You'll have to turn it on later and see if it still works...", Anne continues. But when Marcy doesn't respond, she gets a little worried. "Amphibia to Marcy. Everything okay in there?"

"You- you're not mad at me."

Just a simple statement. No question, no accusation... Just that.