#harpy stuff

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So

Canary Jimmy, yeah?

But as he turn more evil he kinda

looks more like an eerie harpy creature?

Like he starts off with the basic back wings, that’s normal for him, right?

But he gets wing ears, and his nails turn darker and sharper

Then the feathers pop up in more spots and the tops of his fingers and toes are black

Suddenly what feels like overnight, but couldn’t possible be, his teeth are sharpened, eyes turned hollow and empty, if not almost predatory-like

It’s a slow change, his own corruption on full display, but nobody quite notices until later. Until it’s obvious.

He sounds the same. Moves the same. It’s very clearly Jimmy. His smile always looked sorta lopsided and endearing, but now it was… crooked

The ones who notice can tell, there’s something very unnerving about that sheriff

[mannimarcos]

couldnt really do anything more thn some sketches today so. hydreggy

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Geesh, his head is big enough to be a giant bird, alone. 

[bogcreacher]

Love to put a whisker on a guy

[marscellaneous]

god i hate that jk rowling used the term veela (vila) for her harpy-like seductress creatures bc like, in their original context (slavic mythos, particularly south slavic, and, in some contexts, west slavic) theyre like woodland fairies/nymphs.

and given that she refers to bulgaria as far north and cold its no wonder that she made them all blond haired blue eyed (🙄) (she doesnt know anything abt the balkans)

[loud-whistling-yes]

so as literally everyone following me in the past 24 hours knows, im fucking obsessed with her. take her shes everything i have

[mistyfoxxy]

@tirednapentity @rainbowangel110 @secretly-of-course @marcholasmoth @probablyhuntersmom doodlesssss

[vivitalks]

more adhd jason grace or die by my sword

[day-colors]

A couple of drawings I made for the raeda zine valentines cards!

[cirsiumthistle]

finished oc art! Angel the barn owl harpy and Tilly the half fairy humming bird harpy ^^

[lizard-dumbass]

It has now been a little over 2 months since The Owl House ended. Tbh it feels like a lot more time has passed but anyway. Despite how badly i wanted to draw fanart for TOH after the finale came out, i was unable to due to how busy i was all spring. Two months later, i am now finally on summer vacation and i have all the time in the world. But my hyperfixation on TOH has already passed and i no longer have a strong driving force to make fanart like i used to. I love this show to bits and it has served me well, but i'm ready to part ways with it. However, some of you may know that i have a habit of scribbling in my notebooks (and sketchbook) during school hours, but many of these school doodles have not yet been posted. So, as my final tribute to The Owl House, here is a sketch dump of all the unposted TOH doodles i could find that i drew during class/at school. (Btw some of the following pics are flipped because my camera is dumb)

Image IDs in alt text.

Gonna have to add the rest in a reblog because there's more :D

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There is simply not enough content of harpy Jimmy, and I am fed up with that

So I wrote a very short thing where he goes bird-brained

Tango and Grian are here and think it’s cute

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Jimmy couldn’t help it, the way Tango was scratching under his chin made him melt. And it was very obvious by the way tango cooed over it, and the way Jimmy literally cooed back. “Aww, he’s a little bird-man. Grian! Come look at this!” Tango called over his shoulder. Jimmy hadn’t even realized that his bird brain, or harpy brain in this case, was properly taking over, and now he really couldn’t when all he was thinking about was the scritches Tango was giving him. Grian awed as-well “I need to take a video. He’ll be so embarrassed later” he said as he pulled out a phone.

Eventually, too soon in Jimmy’s opinion, Tango’s hand started to pull away, and Jimmy’s head followed until he couldn’t. He looked up at Tango with his dismayed and dilated eyes, and chirped a question Tango couldn’t understand. The two giggled at this, and Grian went to translate “He’s wondering why you stopped. Tim really does like those scritches” he giggled again.

“He’s like a big, feathery puppy” Tango commented, smiling down at Jim. “Like a baby bird” Grian agreed with a nod. Grian’s own bird brain seemed to like the phrase, zoning his focus onto Jimmy only and repeating himself “baby bird”. He blinked and shook his head “whoops, that triggered something. I’m gonna head out now, I doubt you want to deal with two giant birds” he chuckled before saying his goodbyes and leaving. Tango waved as he left with a “goodbye” and a “send the video to the big group-chat!”. Yep, Jimmy will absolutely be embarrassed later, Tango thought with a smirk. The smirk left as soon as a blur of yellow feathers tackled his previously waving hand to the ground, taking all of Tango down aswell “Jimmy!”.

The harpy in question was crouched on the ground, hovering over the hand in his own two, and staring cluelessly at Tango. Head empty, Tango thinks “You’ve not a thought in that head of yours, do you buddy?” and he huffed a soft laugh. Jimmy seemed to be content with that as an answer as he went back to staring at and playing with Tango’s hand, moving it about curiously.

Yep, baby bird, Tango mentally agrees with Grian’s earlier comment.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Harpy & Naga by Dongzi Liu

[bogcreacher]

:>

[essencering]

↳ summary: Monsters and Humanity have slowly started to interact with one another the lines blurring a bit, but still, both sides stubbornly remain in the past with some things. So when your peaceful life is suddenly turned upside down when a storm sweeps through, you find that a monster has crash landed into your life. Moreso.... crashing into your attic.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Harpy Mammon.

writer's blurp: had this floating around in my brain for a bit, i really just want to write some of the OM boys as monsters. first... a pretty birdy mammon.

The border between your world and monsters is as simple as a line of stones carved with runes. Parents would often whisper to their children horror stories, and reasons to never step over those stones no matter what the reason might be.

You would be safer to remain on the other side of those stones. Same for the monsters, they would remain safer on their side of the stones, but as time has slowly marched forward things have changed.

Monsters and Humanity have slowly started to interact with one another the lines blurring a bit, but still, both sides stubbornly remain in the past with some things. You're family has lived on the border between both worlds, and you've seen many monsters leave to trade, to live amongst humans, and even seen some humans do the same.

Yet you've never stepped across those stones into their world, after all, you feel as if what you've seen from monsters once they cross over is fitting to what lay on the other side. So when your peaceful life is suddenly turned upside down when a storm sweeps through, you find that a monster has crash landed into your life.

Moreso crashing into the attic, the wind and rain seemingly too strong for the monster to handle, and your roof was an unfortunate victim, but one you could live with. The monster seemed to be unharmed, a ball of puffed-up feathers, with a mixture of trilling and clicking. Piercing eyes watch you while you try you're best to cover the hole till the storm passes.

the monster in question is a harpy.

a very pretty one at that, and also very cautious of you, not that you can blame it. after all, if you suddenly had a crash landing into someone's house you would also be on high alert as well.

the harpy stays in the attic, tucked away in a corner far from the hole in the roof, surrounded by bundles of packed-up blankets and such that you didn't need in the springtime.

you assume it made a nest for itself to feel more comfortable and help to keep it from stressing out.

you couldn't get close to see if it was hurt, so you would simply poke your head up into the attic and look at the harpy, but the moment it started to puff up and hiss you would leave.

the storm lasted for three nights and four days, so to say that you were surprised to see the harpy in your room was very starting. it simply looked at you, dazed, before simply dozing off on your bed.

the harpy stuck around even after the storm, but there was always a good bit of space between the two of you. with the harpy watching you, and you just trying to do day-to-day things.

the harpy would sometimes trill, or chirp randomly at you. sometimes even when you were cooking, often stealing bits of whatever you might be cooking. a small blessing since you were unsure of when it had last eaten.

the harpy has taken to sleeping on your bed, a happy little ball of feathers and limbs on your bed during the day, and would sometimes carry some of your things up into your attic. during the day and at night.

to find that it was making a nest and the attic into its own little space was surprising, as you believed it would leave after the storm. yet it was making itself at home.

"hey, shouldn't you.... go back home?" you asked, the harpy making it turn away from making its nest to look at you. it blinked at you, shaking its head before smiling. the talons tapping against the wooden floorboards, tail feathers moving in a way that reminded you of a dance all while it walked over towards you.

a little sigh is all you hear before the harpy starts to nose at your hair, happy little trills and chirps.

"hmmmm, like it here. like you." hearing the harpy speak was shocking, as it had simply chosen to use only sound, its feathers, and expressions to communicate.

The Harpy's name you learned later is Mammon. A sweet guy, a huge dork in his own way, a lover of shiny things, but most of all a giant softy. Despite how big and bad he seems when he's all puffed up.

He would go out and bring you back little things. Trinkets, some wild game for dinner that night, or something that you could wear. He would puff up with pride right after putting it on you or seeing you wear whatever he brought home for you.

He could be a bit greedy for your time, and even greedier when it came to either sleeping in your bed with you or having you in his nest. Where he would ruffle his feathers, move things around and trill happily when everything was just right before curling up around you to doze off.

A smile on his face, and the cutest little noises to lull you to sleep.

[wodnikszuwarekx]

commission

I don't draw centaurs usually so this was a fun experience 💛, here's Dale a dnd fighter character of Berenos on DA and he's pretty cool in my opinion😆...... 🐎