#Owlie

[furba]

Owlie's re-lashing was a success!

Unfortunately, Crust's was not .. modpodge seems to be too wet and dries too slowly to keep the strip securely in place, and too much wiggling or fiddling ruins it. I'll need to order some tackier, faster-drying glue aaaand more eyelashes because I didn't have any spare white.. 😭

[1-nexomon-a-day]

1/4/24 - Owlie

[risartblog]

Polished 💅

[nakeddeparture]

Bridgetown, Barbados. Question: Do you think Trevor Dyall will get his money back?

https://youtu.be/ayapryZxLw8

Returning Nationals have uphill battles adjusting to Bajan society. Naked!!

[the-ominous-owl]

i love this hug so much. they just like, slam into each other. like it’s inevitable. like they can’t help it. and there’s so much relief on ava’s face and you can see how she just breathes out cos bea’s there

[princington]

“Bea,” Ava breathes again, held perfectly still between the vice of the arm around her waist and the fingers tangled in her hair.

who needs comfortable love ch 5 by @the-ominous-owl

[gamchawizzy]

GIVE ME YOUR EYES

[summercamp2007]

owly pulling weeds from my garden

[charlieswebb]

real life boggy the froggy, owl boggy, and moggy the doggy 💜

[paperpaperowl]

Juice scribble collection… their pixels lessen by the day 🥲

[furba]

Owlie ⭐ Loomah ⭐ Crust

.. scribbles of my current flock of '98 furbs 💕

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Question (from here):

When she was younger, she was both a flee & freeze. But in her adult years, once she took control of her life... SHE DEFINITELY IS AN ABSOLUTE FIGHTER... right down to the last day.

This takes place when she is found "guilty" of being Merlyn's accomplice (Which of course she was innocent of because she was Merlyn these dumb ancient) during her trial ~

All background info is contained (here in the boi).

Coincidently, they were also responsible for the cracking of her Warpstar, which resulted in her life span shortening (which they didn't know)... So it came as a shock when she said this.

At this moment, she felt her body falling, going to break... and bursting into stardust... so her time had run out, so this was her last day... she basically went all out & had the slice of revenge for all the misery they caused her : (in other words she went ape $H*T)

(Needless to say) everyone was put off by her statement (and by that, I mean very creeped out). And the thing is she kept her normal cheery, gentle fairytale tone as she was saying that. And before they even had the chance to process what had been said... Aboslum already lost his head off Madoka Magica style.

RELEASE THE GROWLY OWLY

During her legendary rampage she:

- Bit Abosulm's (leader of the Acients) head off

-Clawed out Sir Uther's right eye

-Ripped Sir Icarus' Wings off

-And killed 500 Ancients on her way out.

-And destroyed the temple of the Ancients

@kirbyoctournament

I can't believe I, went this long without showcasing "Unhinged Celestine," and introducing Lady Celestine's Soul Form.

THE CHAOS COSMIC OWL~

Okay, now I'm going to get to the (Merthur/Celarthur) questions in my inbox soon. Look forward to it~

[idoltoons]

A estas dos divinidades ya los he mostrado con anterioridad-

Owly y Goatell-

Goatell traía las fiestas, las sustancias que te hacen reír (y cosas que no puedo decir porque hay niños presentes) a las especies-

Y Owly quien era el ojo que todo lo ve en la tierra de los dioses-

Si hay algo que quisieras saber sobre alguien o algo, ella lo sabia perfectamente-

Bahir se llevaba re-bien con ambos, pero Everett tenia sus reservas.

[jgvfhl]

In other news, Owlie is predictable as hell, and has cried so many times. Thank you @thechaoticfanartist for the tag! If you like, create a poll with a collection of any number of your favorite characters, and have your followers vote! @theultimatesandwich @mike-like-t-scream @xspiderfanx @worldseer @23-bears @lucidz-dreamz y'all have fun!! No pressure!!

[the-ominous-owl]

sneak peak at the arcane fic that's taken over my life

To Vi’s surprise, Caitlyn eschews the available chairs lining the wall to join her on the floor, straightening her injured leg with a wince. She’d let someone tend to it at some point – Vi’s makeshift binding has been replaced with a layer of crisp, white bandages. The strip of clean skin around it neatly bisects a thigh otherwise covered in blood and the grime of the Undercity, and Vi finds she wants to run her fingers over the demarcation, smear the lines of it until it’s indistinguishable. It’s an odd urge. Vi ignores it. “Are you okay?” she asks instead, voice husky with disuse. There’s nobody around to hear them, but something about the heaviness in the air encourages quiet. Caitlyn doesn’t speak, and when she nods, it’s without meeting Vi’s gaze. Vi watches her for a moment, watches her fingers massage her leg below the bandage, watches her mouth twist into a grimace at the dried blood on her skin, and murmurs, “You should go home. Clean up, get changed.” “Later,” Caitlyn says, stilling her hand and tilting her head back to rest against the wall. There’s exhaustion in every line of her body and her eyes are bloodshot, but she seems content to stay where she is and Vi lacks both the energy and inclination to push her. Instead, Vi casts around for something to say that won’t feed the banked fire of guilt in her stomach. She doesn’t find anything, so settles for something she’s genuinely curious about. “So are you like… a councillor now?” Caitlyn breathes out sharply, a sound too weary to be called a laugh. “No. My mother isn’t dead, so the seat can’t pass on. Jayce probably has her proxy. Or my father. I don’t know.” Slowly, her body sags sideways against Vi’s, a move that Vi assumes is unintentional until her head lands gently on Vi’s shoulder and she mumbles, “Tell me something happy.” Vi snorts. “Drawing from a shallow well there, cupcake.” Caitlyn doesn’t answer, just rolls her head until she can meet Vi’s gaze from under her eyelashes. This close, Vi can see the rime of dried tears around her eyes, the pained tightness in the corners, the flecks of sapphire in icy blue. She’s asking, not demanding, and under that pensive, wearied gaze, Vi relents.

[owlysart]

very quick sketch i did as warm up but i was happy how the face shape came out, slowly getting the hang of it all yess